is farthest off I see and fresher is my wound Like as the flame doth quench by fire or streams consume by raigne So doth the sight that I desire appease my grief and paine Like a flie that doth hie and haste iuto the fire So in brief findes her grief that thought to sport aspire ¶ When first I saw those Christal 〈◊〉 I little thought on beauties beams swéet venom to haue found But wilful wil did prick me foorth Perforce to take my grief in woorth that causd my mortall wound And Cupid blind compeld me so my fruitlesse hope to hide Wherein remaind my bitter wo hâ—…hus stil he did me guide Then his dart to my hart he slung with cruell fist Whose poison fel I know right wel no louer may resist ¶ Thus vainly stil I frame my sute Of ill sowen seeds such is the frute experience doth it show The fault is hers the pain is mine And thus my sentence I define I hapned on a shrow And now beware ye yongmen all Example take by mée Least beauties bait in Cupids thrall do catch you priuily So stay you I pray you and marke you my great wrong Forsaken not taken thus end I now my song The Louer complaineth the absence of his Ladie wisheth for death To the new Almaine SIth spitefull spite hath spide her time my wished ioies to end And drowping dread hath driuen me now from my new chosen friend I can but waile the want of this my former ioie Sith spiteful force hath sought so long my blisse for to annoie ¶ But though it be our chance asunder for to be My heart in pawne til we do méet Shal stil remaine with thee And then we shall 〈◊〉 our sugred pleasures past And loue that loue that séekes no change whilst life in vs do last ¶ Perhaps my absence may or else some other let By choiâ—…e of change cause thée my déer out former loue forget And thou renounce the oth which eâ—…st thou vowdst to me My déerest blood in recompence thou sure sâ—…onldst shortly see A thousand sighs to seÌ„d to thee I wil not let Ne to be waile the lâ—…sse of thee I neuer will forget But stil suppose I see the same before my face And louingly betwéen my armes thy corps I do embrace ¶ Thus feâ—…d I fancie stil for lacke of greater ioy With such like thoughts which daily doth my woâ—…ull heart annoy thus stil in hope I liue my wished ioies to haue And in dispaire oft time I wish my feeble Corps in graue ¶ This is the life I leade til I thée sée again And so wil do til dreadful death do seek to ease my paine whoÌ„ rather I do wish by force to end in wo than for to liue in happie state thy loue for to forgo ¶ And thus farewell my déer with whom my heart shall rest Remember him that this did write sith he doth loue thée best And wil â—…il gréedie death my daies do shorten now Farewel my dear loe here my faith and troth to thee I vow Finis The Louer compareth him self to the painful Falcouer To the tune I loued her ouer wel THe soaring hawk from fist that flies her Falconer doth constraine Sometime to range the ground vnknown to find her out againe And if by sight or sound of vell his falcon he may sée wo ho he cries with cheerful voice the gladdest man is he ¶ By Lure then in finest sort he seekes to bring her in But if that she ful gorged be he can not so her win Although her becks and venâ—…ing eleâ—… she manie proffers makes Wo ho ho he cries awaie she flies and so her leaue she takes ¶ This wofull man with wearie limmes runnes wandring round about At length by noise of chattering Pies his hawke againe found out His heart was glad his eies had seen his falcon swift of flight Wo ho ho he cries she emptie gorgde vpon his Lure doth light ¶ How glad was then the falconer there no pen nor tongue can tel He swam in blisse that lately felt like paines of cruel hel His hand somtime vpon her train somtime vpon her brest Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice his heart was now at rest ¶ My déer likewise beholde thy loue what paines he doth indure And now at length let pitie moue to stoup vnto his Lure A hood of silk and siluer belles new gifts I promise thee Wo ho ho I crie I come then saie make me as glad as hée FINIS
A Handefull of pleasant delites Containing sundrie new Sonets and delectable Histories in diuers kindes of Meeter Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in vse to be sung euerie Sonet orderly pointed to his proper Tune With new additions of certain Songs to verie late deuised Notes not commonly knowen nor vsed heretofore By Clement Robinson and diuers others ¶ AT LONDON Printed by Richard Ihones dwelling at the signe of the Rose and Crowne neare Holburne Bridge 1584. The Printer to the Reader YOu that in Musicke do delight your minds for to solace This little booke of Sonets mâ—â— wel like you in that case Peruse it wel ere you passe by here may you wish and haue Such pleasaut songs to ech new tune as lightly you can craue Or if fine Histories you would reade you need not far to seek Within this booke such may you haue as Ladies may wel like Here may you haue such pretie thinges as women much desire Here may you haue of sundrie sorts such Songs as you require Wherefore my friend if you regard such Songs to reade or heare Doubt not to buy this pretie Booke the price is not so deare A Nosegaie alvvaies sweet for Louers to send for Tokens of loue at Newyeres tide or for fairings as they in their minds shall be disposed to write A Nosegaie lacking flowers fresh to you now I do send Desiring you to look thereon when that you may intend For flowers fresh begin to fade and Boreas in the field Euen with his hard conâ—…ealed frost no better flowers doth yéeld ¶ But if that winter could haue sprung a swéeter flower than this I would haue sent it presently to you withouten misse Accept this then as time doth serue be thankful for the same Despise it not but kéep it well and marke ech flower his name ¶ Lauander is for louers true which euermore be faine Desiring alwaies for to haue some pleasure for their pain And when that they obtained haue the loue that they require Then haue they al their perfect ioie and quenched is the fire ¶ Rosemarie is for remembrance betwéene vs daie and night Wishing that I might alwaies haue you present in my sight And when I cannot haue as I haue said before Then Cupid with his deadly dart doth wound my heart full sore ¶ Sage is for sustenance that should mans life sustaine For I do stil lie languishing continually in paine And shall do stil vntil I die except thou fauour show My paine and all my greeuous smart ful wel you do it know ¶ Fenel is for flaterers an euil thing it is sure But I haue alwaies meant truely with constant heart most pure And will continue in the same as long as life doth last Still hoping for a ioiful daie when all our paines be past ¶ Violet is for faithfulnesse which in me shall abide Hoping like wise that from your heart you wil not let it slide And wil continue in the same as you haue nowe begunne And then for euer to abide then you my heart haue wonne ¶ Time is to trie me as ech be tried must â—â—â—…ting you know while life doth last I wil not be vniust And if I should I would to God to hell my soule should beare And eke also that Belzebub with téeth he should me teare ¶ Roses is to rule me with reason as you will For to be still obedient your minde for to fulfill And thereto will not disagrée in nothing that you say But will content your mind truely in all things that I may ¶ Ieliflowers is for gentlenesse which in me shall remaine Hoping that no sedition shal depart our hearts in twaine As soone the sunne shal loose his course the moone against her kinde Shall haue no light if that I do once put you from my minde ¶ Carnations is for gratiousnesse marke that now by the way Haue no regard to flatterers nor passe not what they say For they will come with lying tales your eares for to fulfil In anie case do you consent nothing vnto their wil. ¶ Marigolds is for marriage that would out minds suffise Least that suspition of vs twaine by anie meanes should rise As for my part I do not care my self I wil stil vse That all the women in the world for you I will refuse ¶ Peniriall is to print your loue so déep within my heart That when you look this Nosegay on my pain you may impart And when that you haue read the same consider wel my wo Think ye then how to recompence euen him that loues you so ¶ Cowsloppes is for counsell for secrets vs betwéen That none but you and I alone should know the thing we meane And if you wil thus wisely do as I think to be best Then haue you surely won the field and set my heart at rest I pray you kéep this Nosegay wel and set by it some store And thus farewel the Gods thee guide both now and euermore Not as the common sort do vse to set it in your brest That when the smel is gone away on ground he takes his rest FINIS L. Gibsons Tantara wherin Danea welcommeth home her Lord Diophon froÌ„ the war To the tune of Down right Squire YOu Lordings cast off your wéedes of wo me thinks I heare A truÌ„pet shril which plain doth show my Lord is neare Tantara tara tantara this trumpet glads our hearts Therefore to welcome home your King you Lordings plaie your parts Tantara tara tantara c. ¶ Harke harke me thinkes I heare again this trumpets voice He is at hand this is certaine wherefore reioice Tantara tara tantara c. this trumpet still doth say With trumpets blast all dangers past doth shew in Marshall ray ¶ A ioifull sight my hearts delight my Diophon déere Thy comely grace I do embrace with ioiful chéere Tantara tara tantara what pleasant sound is this Which brought to me with victorie my ioy and onely blisse Tantara tara tantara c. Diophon My Quéene and wife my ioy and life in whom I minde In euery part the trustiest hart that man can finde Tantara tara tantara me thinks I heare your praise Your vertues race in euerie place which trumpet so doth raise Tantara tara tantara c. ¶ Now welcome home to Siria soile from battered field That valiantly thy foes did foile with speare and shield Tantara tara tantara me thinks I heare it still Thy sounding praise abroad to raise with trump that is most shrill Tantara tara tantara c. ¶ If honour and fame O noble Dame such déeds do aske Then Diophon here to purchasr fame hath done this taske Tantara tara tantara returnd he is againe To leade his life with thée his wife in ioie without disdaine Tantara tara tantara c. Finis L. G. ¶ A proper new Song made by a Studient in Cambridge To the tune of I wish to see those happie daies I Which was once a happie wight
blame thy self thou maist For fréedome was disdaind of thee and bondage more thou waiest ¶ Who list thou saist to liue at rest and freedome to possesse The sight of gorgeous Dames must shun least loue do them distresse Thou blamest Cupidoes craft who strikes in stealing sort And sets thée midst the princely Dames of Beauties famous fort And meaning wel thou saiest as one not bent to loue Then Cupid he constrains thée yéeld as thou thy self canst prooue ¶ Faire Ladies lookes in libertie enlarged not thy paine Ne yet the sight of gorgeous Dames could cause thée thus complaine It was thy self indéed that causd thy pining woe Thy wanton wil and idle minde causd Cupid strike the blow Blame not his craft nor vs that Beauties darlings be Accuse thy selfe to seeke thy rare thy fancie did agree ¶ There is none thou saist that can more truely iudge the case Than thou that hast the wound receiu'de by sight of Ladies face Her beautie thée bewitcht thy minde that erst was frée Her corps so comely framd thou saiest did force thée to agrée Thou gauest thy self it séemes her bondman to abide Before that her good willingnesse of thee were knowen and tride What iudgement canst thou giue how dost thou plead thy case It was not she that did thée wound although thou seest her face Ne could her beautie so inchaunt or vex thy sprites Ne feature hers so comely framde could weaken so thy wits But that thou mightest haue showile the cause to her indéede Who spares to speak thy self dost know doth faile of grace to spéede ¶ By this thoâ—… safest thou soughtss y e means of torments that you beare By this thou wouldest men take heede and learne of loue to feare For taking holde thou telst to slie it is too late And no where canst thou shrowd thy self but Caâ—…e must be thy mate Though loue do pleasure seeme yet plagues none such there are Therefore all louers now thou 〈◊〉 of liking to beware ¶ Thy self hath sought the meane and way and none but thou alone Of all the grief and care you beare as plainely it is showne Then why should men take héed thy counsell is vnfit Thou sparedst to speak and faildst to spéed thy will had banisht wit And now thou blamest loue and Ladies faire and frée And better lost than found my frind your cowards heart we see Finis I.P. A new Courtly Sonet of the Lady Green sleeues To the new tune of Greensleeues Greensleeues was all my ioy Greensleeues was my delight Greensleeues was my hart of gold And who but Ladie Greensleeues ALas my loue ye do me wrong to cast me off discurteously And I haue loued you so long Delighting in your companie Gréensléeues was all my ioy Gréensléeues was my delight Gréensléeues was my heart of gold And who but Ladie Gréensléeues ¶ I haue been readie at your hand to grant what euer you would craue I haue both waged life and land your loue and good will for to haue Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ I bought thée kerchers to thy head that were wrought fine and gallantly I kepâ—… thée both at boord and bed Which cost my purse wel fauouredly Gréensléeues was al my toie c. ¶ I bought thee peticotes of the best the cloth so fine as fine might be I gaue thée iewels for thy chest and all this cost I spent on thée Gréensléeues was all my ioie c. ¶ Thy smock of silk both faire and white with gold embrodered gorgeously Thy peticote of Sendall right a nd thus I bought thée gladly Gréensléeues was all my ioie c. ¶ Thy girdle of gold so red with pearles bedecked sumptuously The like no other lasses had and yet thou wouldst not loue me Greensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ Thy purse and eke thy gay gâ—…ilt kniues thy pincase gallant to the eie No better wore the Burgesse wiues and yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ Thy crimson stockings all of silk with golde all wrought aboue the knée Thy pumps as white as was the milk and yet thou wouldst no loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ Thy gown was of the grossie gréen thy sléeues of Satten hanging by Which made thée be our haruest Quéen and yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ Thy garters fringed with the golde And siluer aglets hanging by Which made thee blithe for to beholde And yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ My gayest gelding I thée gaue To ride where euer liked thee No Ladie euer was so braue And yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ My men were clothed all in gréen And they did euer wait on thée Al this was gallant to be séen and yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ They set thée vp they took thée downe they serued thée with humilitie Thy foote might not once touch the ground and yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ For euerie morning when thou rose I sent thée dainties orderly To cheare thy stomack from all woes and yet thou wouldst not loue me Gréensléeues was all my ioy c. ¶ Thou couldst desire no earthly thing But stil thou hadst it readily Me thinks they do resound with doleful tunes me to lament And in my sléep vnfound alas Me thinks such dreadful things to passe that out I crie in midst of dreames Wherwith my tears run down as streams O Lord think I She is not here that should be by What chance is this That I embrace that froward is ¶ The Lions noble minde His raging mood you know oft staies When beasts do yéeld by kinde On them forsooth he neuer praies Then sithence that I am your thrall To ease my smart on you I call A bloudie conquest is your part To kill so kind a louing heart Alas remorce Or presently I die perforce God grant pitie Within your breast now planted be ¶ As nature hath you deckt with worthie gifts aboue the rest So to your praise most great Let pitie dwell within your brest That I may saâ—…e with heart and wil Lo this is she that might me kil For why in hand she held the knife And yet forsooth she saued my life Hey-ho darling With lustie loue now let vs sing Plaie on Minstrel My Ladie is mine onelie girle The Historie of Diana and Acteon To the Quarter Braules DIana and her darlings deare Walkt once as you shall heare Through woods and waters cleare themselues to play The leaues were gay and green And pleasant to be seen They went the trées betwéen iâ—… coole aray So long that at the last they found a place of waters full cleare So pure and faire a Bath neuer was found many a yeare There shee went faire and gent Her to sport as was her wonted sort
and hie in Fortunes grace And which did spend my golden prime in running pleasures race Am now enforst of late contrariwise to mourne Since fortune ioies into annoies my former state to turne ¶ The toiling oxe the horse the asse haue time to take their rest Yea all things else which Nature wrought sometimes haue ioies in brest Saue onelie I and such which vexed are with paine For still in teares my life it weares and so I must remaine ¶ How oft haue I in folded armes enioied my delight How oft haue I excuses made of her to haue a sight But now to fortunes wil I caused am to bow And for to reape a hugie heape which youthful yeares did sow ¶ Wherefore all ye which do as yet remaine and bide behind Whose eies dame beauties blazing beams as yet did neuer blind Example let me be to you and other more Whose heauie hart hath felt the smart subdued by Cupids lore ¶ Take heed of gazing ouer much on Damsels faire vnknowne For oftentimes the Snake doth lie with roses ouergrowde And vnder fairest flowers do noisome Adders lurke Of whom take héed I thée aréed least that thy cares they worke ¶ What though that she doth smile on thée perchance shee doth not loue And though she smack thée once or twice she thinks thée so to prooue And when that thou dost thinke she loueth none but thee She hath in store perhaps some more which so deceiued be ¶ Trust not therefore the outward shew beware in anie case For good conditions do not lie where is a pleasant face But if it be thy chaunce a louer true to haue Be sure of this thou shalt not misse ech thing that thou wilt craue ¶ And when as thou good Reader shalt peruse this scrole of mine Let this a warning be to thee and saie a friend of thine Did write thee this of loue and of a zealous mind Because that he sufficiently hath tried the female kind ¶ Here Cambridge now I bid farewell adue to Students all Adue vnto the Colledges and vnto Gunuil Hall And you my fellowes once pray vnto Ioue that I May haue reléef for this my grief and spéedie remedie ¶ And that he shield you euerichone from Beauties luring looks Whose baite hath brought me to my baine and caught me from my Books Wherefore for you my praier shall be to send you better grace That modestie with honestie may guide your youthfull race Finis quod Thomas Richardson sometime Student in Cambridge ¶ The scoffe of a Ladie as pretie as may be to a yong man that went a wooing He wēt stil about her yet he wēt without her because he was so long a dooing ATtend thée go play thée Swéet loue I am busie my silk and twist is not yet spun My Ladie will blame me If that the send for me and find my worke to be vndun How then How shall I be set me To say loue did let me Fie no it will not fit me It were no scuse for me ¶ If loue were attained My ioies were vnfained my seame and silke wil take no hold Oft haue I béene warned By others proofe learned hote wanton loue soone waxeth cold Go now I say go pack thée Or my néedle shal prick thée Go séeke out Dame Idle More fit for thy bridle More fit for thy bridle ¶ Wel worthie of blaming For thy long detaining all vaine it is that thou hast done Best now to be wandring Go vaunt of thy winning and tell thy Dame what thou hast won Say this Then say as I bade thée That the little dogge Fancie Lies chaste without moouing And needeth no threatning For feare of wel beating For feare of wel beating ¶ The boy is gone lurking Good Ladies be working dispatch a while that we had done The tide will not tarrie All times it doth varie The day doth passe I sée the Sun The frost bites faire flowers Le ts worke at due howres Haste haste and be merie Till our néedles be werie Till our needles be werie ¶ Now Ladies be merie Because you are werie leaue worke I say and get you home Your businesse is slacking Your louer is packing your answer hath cut off his comb How then The fault was in him sir He 〈◊〉 it so trim sir Alas poore feelie fellow Make much of thy pillow Make much of thy pillow Finis An answer as pretie to the scof of his Lady by the yongman that came a wooing Wherein he doth flout her Being glad he went without her Misliking both her and her dooing ALas Loue why chafe ye Why fret ye why sume ye to me it seemeth verie strange Me thinks ye misuse me So soone to refuse me vnlesse you hope of better change Wel wel Wel now I perceiue ye You are mindful to leaue me Now sure it doth grieue me That I am vnworthie That I am vnworthie ¶ I mean not to let ye nor I can not forget ye it wil not so out of my minde My loue is not daintie I sée you haue plenty that set so little by your friend Goe too spin on now I pray you I list not to stay I will goe play me I am vnfit for you c. Leaue off to flout now prick on your clout now you are a daintie Dame indéed And thogh of your taūting I may make my vaunting as bad or worse thā I shal speed Sweet heart though now you forsake it I trust you wil take it and sure I spak it ss fine as you make it c Now wil I be trudging without anie grudging I am content to giue you ground Good reson doth bind me to leue you behind me for you are better lost than found To play go seeke out Dame pleasure You are a trim treasure Wise women be daintie Of fooles there be plentie c. ¶ If I might aduise ye few words shuld suffice y e yet you shold bestow them wel Maids must be manerly not ful of scurility wherein I sée you do excel Farewel good Nicibicetur God send you a swéeter A lustie lim lifter you are a trim shifter c. Finis Peter Picks ¶ Dame Beauties replie to the Louer late at libertie and now complaineth himselfe to be her captiue Intituled Where is the life that late I led THe life that erst thou ledst my friend was pleasant to thine eies But now the losse of libertie thou seemest to despise Where then thou ioiedst thy will now thou doest grudge in heart Then thou no paine nor grief didst féele but now thou pinest in smart What mooued thee vnto loue expresse and tell the same Saue fancie thine that heapt thy paine the follie learne to blame ¶ For when thou freedome didst enioie thou gauest thy selfe to ease And letst self-will the ruling beare thy fancie fond to please Then stealing Cupid came with bow and golden dart He struck the stroke at pleasure he that now doth paine thy hart Blame not the Gods of loue But
In such desirous sort Thus gâ—…eth the report Diana dainteously began her selfe therein to bathe And her body for to lâ—…ue So curious and braue ¶ As they in water stood Bathing their liuelie blood Acteon in the wood chaunst to come by And veweâ—… their bodies bare Maruailing what they weare And stil deuoid of care on them cast his eie But when the Nymphs had perceiued him aloud then they cried Enclosed her and thought to hide her skin which he had spied But too true I tell you She seene was For in height she did passe Ech Dame of her race Harke then Acteons case WheÌ„ Diana did perceue where Acteon did stand She took bowe in her hand And to shoot she began ¶ As she began to shoot Acteon ran about To hide he thought no boote his sights were dim And as he thought to scape Changed was Acteons shape Such was vnluckie fate yéelded to him For Diana brought it thus to passe and plaied her part So that poore Acteon changed was to a â—…ugie Hart And did beare naught but haire In this change Which is as true as strange And thus did he range So that his sorrowes importunate Had ended his life incontinent Had not Lady Venus grace Lady Lady Pitied her poore seruants case My déer Ladie ¶ For when she saw the torments strong Wherewith the Knight was sore opprest Which he God knowes had suffered long Al through this Ladies mercilesse Of their desires she made exchange Ladie Ladie And wrought a myracle most strange My deer Ladie ¶ So that this Ladie faithfully Did loue this Knight aboue all other And he vnto the contrarie Did hate her then aboue all measure And pitifull she did complaine ladie ladie Requiring fauour and might not obtaine My déer ladie ¶ But when she saw that in no case She might vnto his loue attaine And that she could not finde some grace To ease her long enduring paine And y â— his hart wold not remoue Without all cure he died for loue My déer Lady ladiâ—… ¶ Besides these matters maruelous One other thing I wil you tell Of one whose name was Narcissus A man whose beautie doth excel Of natures gifts he had no misse Lady lady He had y â— who le of beauties blisse My déere ¶ So that out of manie a far Countrey I reade of manie a woman faire Did come this Narcislus to sée Who perished when they came there Through his default I say in fine lady lady Who vnto loue would not incline My deer ¶ Whose disobedience vnto loue When vnto Venus it did appeare How that his hart would not remoue She punisht him as you shal heare A thing most strange forsooth it was Ladie Ladie Now harken how it came to posse My déer ¶ For when he went vpon a daie With other me in strange disguise Himself forsooth he did aray In womans attire of a new deuise And ouer a bridge as he did go Ladie ladie In the water he sawe his own shadow My. ¶ Which when he did perceiue and see A Ladie faire he saith it séemeth 〈◊〉 himself that it was he And iudgde that it was Dianaes Nymph Who in the waters in such fashion Lady la Did vse themselues for recreation My deer ¶ And through the beautie of whose looks Taken he was with such sond desire That after manie humble sutes Incontinent he did aspire Unto her grace him to refer Trusting y â— merrie was in her My déer c. Ladie Ladie ¶ With armes displaid he took his race And leapt into the riuer there And thought his Ladie to imbrace â—…eing of himselfe dâ—…uoid of feare And there was drownd without redresse Ladie Ladie His crueltie rewarded was with such follie ¶ Loe hereby you may perceiue How Venus can and if she please Her disobedient Subiects grieue And make them drinke their owne disease Wherfore rebel not I you wish Lady lady Least that your chaunce be worse than 〈◊〉 if worse may be Finis The Louer coÌ„plaineth the losse of his Ladie To Cicilia Pauin HEart what makes thée thus to be in extreame heauinesse If care do caâ—…se all thy distresse Why seekest thou not some redresse to ease thy carefulnesse Hath Cupid stroke in Uenerie Thy wofull corps in ieoperdie right wel then may I sob and crie Til that my Mistresse 〈◊〉 my faith may 〈◊〉 Why would I cloake from her presence My loue and faithfull diligence And cowardly thus to die And cowardly thus to die ¶ No no I wil shew my woe in this calamitie To her whom Nature shapte so frée With all Dianaes chastitie or Venus rare beautie Then shall I brace felicitie And liue in all prosperitie then leaue off this woe let teares go thou shalt embrace thy Ladie deer 〈◊〉 ioy In these thy armes so louingly As Paris did faire Helenie By force of blinded boy By force of blinded boy ¶ If Venus would grant vnto me such happinesse As she did vnto Troylus By help of his friend Pandarus To Creâ—…sids loue who worse Than all the women certainly That euer liued naturally Whose slight falsed faith the storie saith Did bréed by plagues her great and sore distresse For she became so leprosie That she did die in penurie Because she did transgresse Because she did transgresse ¶ If she I saie wil me regard in this my ieoperdie I wil shew her fidelitie And eke declare her curtesie to Louers far and nie O heart how happie shouldst thou be When my Ladie doth smile on me Whose milde merie cheare Wil driue away feare Cleane from my brest and set ioy in y â— placâ—… when I shall kisse so tenderly Her fingers small and slenderly which doth my heart solace c. Therefore ye amorous imps who burne so stil in Cupids fire Let this the force of my retire Example be to your desire That so to loue aspire For I did make deniance And set her at defiance Which made me full wo it chanced so Because I look at my mistresse so coy Therefore when she is merily Disposed look you curteously Receiue her for your ioy Receiue her for your ioy Finis I. Tomson The Louer compareth some subtile Suters to the Hunter To the tune of the Painter WHen as the Hunter â—…oeth 〈◊〉 with 〈◊〉 in brace The Hart to hunt and set about with wilie trace He doth it more to see and view Her wilinesse I tell you true Her trips and skips now here now there With squats and flats which hath no pere ¶ More than to win or get the game to beare away He is not greedie of the same thus Hunters saie So some men hunt by hote desire To Venus Dames and do require With fauor to haue her or els they wil die they loue her prooue her and wot ye why ¶ Forsooth to see her subtilnesse wily way WheÌ„ they God knows mean nothing lesse than they do say For when they sée they may her win They leaue then where they did begin they praâ—…e
be plaine But cherily merily take the same For huffing snuffing deserueth blame ¶ For where you say you must obay the promise you haue made So sure as I wil neuer flie from that I haue said Therefore to them I leaue you Which gladly wil receiue you You must go choose some other mate According to your own estate For I do meane to liue in rest Go séek you and léek you an other guest And choose him and vse him as you like best The ioy of Virginitie to The Gods of loue I Iudge and finde how God doth minde to furnish to furnish his heauenly throne aboue With virgins pure this am I sure without misse without misse with other Saints he doth loue It is allowed as you may reade And eke auowed by Paul indéede Virginitie is accepted a thing high in Gods sight Though marriage is selected a thing to be most right yet must I praise Virginitie For I would faine a Uirgin be ¶ You Uirgins pure your selues assure and credite and credite great ioy you shall possesse Which I God knows cannot disclose nor spreade it nor spreade it ne yet by pen expresse Nor halfe the ioies that you shall finde I can not iudge for you assignde When hence your ghost shall yéelded be into the throne of blisse In chaste and pure Uirginitie for thought or deed y wisse Wher you shal raign with God on hie For euermore eternally ¶ And when doubtlesse you shal possesse with Iesus with Iesus these ioies celestiall Then Ladie Fame wil blaze your name amongst vs amongst vs which then on earth raigne shal She wil resound in euerie coast By trumpet sound and wil you boast So that although you do depart This mortall life so vaine Your chastitie in euerie heart by memorie shall remaine But hard it is I saie no more To finde an hundreth in a score Finis ¶ A warning for Wooers that they be not ouer hastie nor deceiued with womens beautie To Salisburie Plaine YE louing wormes come learne of me The plagues to leaue that linked be The grudge the grief the gret anoy The fickle faith the fading ioy in time take béed In fruitlesse soile sow not thy seed buie not with cost the thing that yâ—…elds but labour lost ¶ If Cupids dart do chance to light So that affection dimmes thy sight Then raise vp reason by and by With skill thy heart to fortifie Where is a breach Oft times too late doth come the Leach Sparks are put out when fornace flames do rage about ¶ Thine owne delay must win the field When lust doth leade thy heart to yeeld When steed is stolne who makes al fast May go on foot for al his haste In time shut gate For had I wist doth come too late Fast bind fast find Repentance alwaies commeth behind ¶ The Syrens times oft time beguiles So doth the teares of Crocodiles But who so learnes Vlysses lore May passe the seas and win the shore Stop eares stand fast Through Cupids trips thou shalt him cast Flie baits shun hookes Be thou not snarde with louely lookes ¶ Where Venus hath the maisterie There loue hath lost her libertie where loue doth win the victorie The fort is sackt with crueltie First look then leap In suretie so your shinnes you kéepe The snake doth sting That lurking lieth with hissing UUhere Cupids fort hath made a waie There graue aduise doth beare no swaie Where Loue doth raigne and rule the roste There reason is exilde the coast Like all loue none except ye vse discretion First try theÌ„ trust be not deceiued with sinful lust ¶ Marke Priams sonne his fond deuise When Venus did obtaine the price For Pallas skil and Iunoes strength He chose that bred his bane at length Choos wit leaue wil let Helen be w t Paris stil Amis goeth al wher faÌ„cie forceth fooles to fall ¶ Where was there found a happier wight Than Troylus was til loue did light What was the end of Romeus Did he not die like Piramus who baths in blis let him be mindful of Iphis who séeks to plese may riddeÌ„ be like Hercules ¶ I lothe to tel the péeuish brawles And fond delights of Cupids thrawles Like momish mates of Midas mood They gape to get that doth no good Now down now vp as tapsters vse to tosse y e Cup One bréedeth ioy another breeds as great anoy ¶ Some loue for wealth and some for hue And none of both these loues are true For when the Mil hath lost hir sailes Then must the Miller lose his vailes Of grasse commeth hay And flowers faire wil soon decay Of ripe commeth rotten In age al beautie is forgotten Some loueth too hie and some too lowe And of them both great griefs do grow And some do loue the common sort And common folke vse common sport Looke not too hie Least that a chip fall in thine eie But hie or lowe Ye may be sure she is a shrow ¶ But sirs I vse to tell no tales Ech fish that swims doth not beare scales In euerie hedge I finde not thornes Nor euerie beast doth carrie hornes I saie not so That euerie woman causeth wo That were too broad Who loueth not venom must shun the tode ¶ Who vseth still the truth to tel May blamed be though he saie wel Say Crowe is white and snowe is blacke Lay not the fault on womans backe Thousands were good But few scapte drowning in Noes flood Most are wel bent I must say so least I be shent Finis ¶ An excellent Song of an outcast Louer To All in a Garden green MY fancie did I fixe in faithful forme and frame in hope ther shuld no blustring blast haue power to moue the same ¶ And as the Gods do know and world can witnesse beare I neuer serued other Saint nor Idoll other where ¶ But one and that was she whom I in heart did shrine And made account that pretious pearle and iewel rich was mine ¶ No toile nor labour great could wearie me herâ—…in For stil I had a Iasons heart the golden fleece io win ¶ And sure my sute was hearde I spent no time in vaine A grant of friendship at her hand I got to quite my paine With solemne vowe and othe was knit the True-loue knot And friendly did we treat of loue as place and time we got ¶ Now would we send our sighes as far as they might go Now would we worke with open signes to blaze our inward wo. ¶ Now rings and tokens too renude our friendship stil And ech deuice that could be wrought exprest our plaine goodwill True meaning went withall it cannot be denide Performance of the promise past was hopte for of ech side ¶ And lookt for out of hand such vowes did we two make As God himself had present been record thereof to take ¶ And for my part I sweare by all the Gods aboue I neuer thought of other friend nor sought for other loue ¶ The same consent
in her I saw ful oft appeare If eies could sée or head could iudge or eare had power to heare ¶ Yet loe words are but winde all other new come guest Hath won her fauour as I feare as fancies rise in brest Her friend that wel deserues is out of countenaunce quite She makes the game to sée me shoot while others hit the white He way wel beat the bush as manie thousands doo And misse the birds and haply loose his part of feathers too ¶ He hops without the ring yet daunceth on the trace When some come after soft and faire a heauie hobling pace ¶ In these vnconstant daies such troth these women haue As wauering as the aspen leaf they are so God me sane ¶ For no deserts of men are weid what ere they be For in a mood their minds are led with new delights we sée ¶ The guiltlesse goeth to wrack the gorgeous peacocks gay They do estéem vpon no cause and turne their friends away ¶ I blame not al for one some flowers grow by the wéeds Some are as sure as lock and key and iust of words and deeds ¶ And yet of one I waile of one I crie and plaine And for her sake shall neuer none so nip my heart againe ¶ If for offence or fault I had béen floong at héele The lesse had béen my bitter smart and gnawing greefe I feele ¶ But being once reteind a friend by her consent And after that to be disdaind when best good will I ment ¶ I take it nothing well for if my power could show With Larum bel and open crie the world should throughly know The complaint of a woman Louer To the tune of Raging loue THough wisdom wold I should refrain My heaped cares here to vnfold Good Ladies yet my inward paine So pricketh me I haue no holde But that I must my griefe bewray Bedewed in teares with doleful tunes That you may heare and after say Loe this is she whom loue consumes ¶ My grief doth grow by my desire To fancie him that â—…ormes my woe He naught regards my flaming fire Alas why doth he serue me so Whose fained teares I did beléeue And wept to heare his waiâ—…ing voice But how alas too soon I preeue Al men are false there is no choice ¶ Had euer woman such reward At anie time for her goodwill Had euer woman hap so hard So cruelly for loue to spill What paps alas did giue him food That thus vnkindly workes my wo What beast is of so cruell moode to hate the hart that loues 〈◊〉 ¶ Like as the simple 〈◊〉 trâ—…e An mourning 〈◊〉 â—… spend the day My daily cares night â—…ooth â—…enew To thinâ—…e how he did 〈◊〉 betray And when my weary â—…ommes wolâ—… reâ—…t My 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hath dreadfull 〈◊〉 Thus 〈◊〉 greeâ—…es my hart doth 〈◊〉 That 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 run down like 〈◊〉 ¶ And yet full oft it dooth me good To 〈◊〉 the place where he hath beene To kisse the ground whereon he stoode When he alas my loue did win To kisse the Bed wheron we layeâ—… Now may I thinke vnto my paine O 〈◊〉 place full oft I say Render to me my loue againe ¶ But all is lost that may not be Another dooth possesse my right His cruell hart dâ—…sdaineth me New loue hath put the olde to flight He loues to see my watered eyes and laughes to see how I do pine No words can well my â—…oes comprise alas what griefe is like to mine ¶ You comly 〈◊〉 beware by me To râ—…e sweete words of fickle trust For I may well example â—…e How filed talke oft prooues vniust But 〈◊〉 deceipt 〈◊〉 to my pay Good Ladyes helpe my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That you may here and after say Loâ—… this is she whom loue consumes A proper sonet Intituled I smile to see how you deuise To anie pleasant tune I Smile to sée how you deuise New masking nets my eies to bleare Your self you cannot so disguise â—…ut as you are you must appeare ¶ your priuie winkes at boord I sée And how you set your rouing mind your selfe you cannot hide from me Although I wincke I am not blind ¶ The secret sighs and fained cheare That oft doth paine thy carefull brest To me right plainly doth appeare I sée in whom thy hart doth rest ¶ And though thou makest a fained vow That loue no more thy heart should nip yet think I know as well as thou The fickle helm doth guide the ship ¶ The Salamander in the fire By course of kinde doth bathe his limmes The floting Fish taketh his desire In running streams whereas he swimmes ¶ So thou in change dost take delight Ful wel I know thy slipperie kinde In vaine thou séemst to dim my sight Thy rowling eies bewraieth thy minde ¶ I sée him smile â—…hat doth possesse Thy loue which once I honoured most If he be wise he may well gesse â—…hy loâ—…e soon 〈◊〉 wil soon â—…e 〈◊〉 ¶ And â—…ith thou canst no man intice That he should stil loue thee alone Thy beautie now hath lost her price I see thy sauorie sent is gone ¶ Therefore leaue off thy wonted plaie But as thou art thou wilt appeare Unlesse thou canst deuise a waie To dark the Sun that shines so cleare ¶ And kéep thy friend that thou hast won In trueth to him thy loue supplie Least he at length as I haue done Take off thy Belles and let thée flée A Sonet of two faithfull Louers exhorting one another to be constant To the tune of Kypascie THe famous Prince of Macedon whose wars mâ—…rest his worthy 〈◊〉 Triumphâ—…n not so when he had won By conquest great immortall fame As I reâ—…oice reioiâ—…e For thée my choice with heart and voicâ—… Since thou art mine Whom long to loue the Gods assigne ¶ Thâ—… secret flames of this my loue The stars had wrought ere I was bornâ—… Whose 〈◊〉 force my hart doth moue And eke my will so sure hath sworne that Fortunes lore no more though I therefore did life abhore Shall neuer make Forgetful dewes my heat to slake ¶ If that I false my faith to theâ—… Or seeke â—…o chaunge for any newe If thoughts appeare so ill in me If thou thy life shall iustly â—…ew Such 〈◊〉 of woe of woe As friende or 〈◊〉 might to me showe Beâ—…de 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Or muste if it may â—…y to man ¶ Then let vs ioy in this ouâ—…â—…oue In spiâ—…e of Fortunes wrath 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 One â—…oue in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 still appeare Piâ—…sus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my â—…ne Tâ—…isbie So thou againe A proper new Dity Intituled 〈◊〉 Loue and al his lawes To 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…mber me SUch 〈◊〉 from thy loue vpâ—… yéelde Such broken 〈◊〉 such hope â—…sure Thy call 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hath me 〈◊〉 That I vnâ—…th â—…an well iâ—…dure But 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as I haue â—…use Fâ—… vpon Loue and all his â—…awes ¶ Like 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and gâ—…ue 〈◊〉 Stâ—…e waâ—…s kéepâ—… from his loue And as the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 A thousand 〈◊〉 for thâ—…e I â—…oue Yet
thou a â—…uelt â—…igers 〈◊〉 All 〈◊〉 the hart whom thou maist hâ—…lp ¶ A craggie â—…ocke thy Craâ—…e was And Tigers milke sâ—…e was thy foode â—…herby â—…ame Nature brâ—…ought to passe That like the Nuâ—…se should be thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and vnâ—…inde 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and fell to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that loues thâ—…e well ¶ The Croâ—…ile with 〈◊〉 teares The 〈◊〉 â—…ot so 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 As thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that I may 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 UUo worth the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…o loue ¶ Siâ—… thâ—…â—…ast 〈◊〉 tâ—… worke my 〈◊〉 And hâ—…st 〈◊〉 will my wealth to way Farewell â—…kinde I â—…ill keepe â—…acke Such toyes as may my helth decay and 〈◊〉 will cry as I haue cause Fie vpon Loue and all his lawes The Louer being woundâ—… with his 〈◊〉 beutâ—… requireth 〈◊〉 â—…o To the tune of Apelleâ— THe 〈◊〉 sparkes of thâ—…se two eyes my wounded hart hath â—…et on 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with sighs and 〈◊〉 tears I 〈◊〉 my deare on me some pitie hanâ—… ¶ In 〈◊〉 thée I 〈◊〉 such ioy As one that sought his quiet rest Untill I felt the 〈◊〉 â—…oy Ay â—…lickring in my captiue brest Since that time loe in dâ—…epe dispaire all voide of ioy my time I weare ¶ The wofull prisoner Palemon And Troylus eke kinge Pyramus sonne Constrained by loue did neuer mone As I my déer for thée haue done Let pitie then requite my paines My life and death in thée remaines ¶ If constant loue may reapâ—… his hire And faith vnfained may purchace Great hope I haue to my desire Pour gentle hart wil grant me gâ—…ace Til then my déer in few ward â—… plaine In pensiue thoughts I shall remaine The lamentation of a woman being wrongfully deâ—…med To the tune of Damon Piâ—…ias YOu Ladies falsly déemd of anie fault or crime Command your pensiue harts to help this â—…olefull tune of mine For spitefull men there are that faults would fain eâ—…pie Alas what heart would heare their talke but willingly would die ¶ I waile oâ—…t times in woe and curse mine houre of birth Such slanderous pangs do me oppresse when others ioy in mirth Belike it was ordaind to be my destinie Alas what heart would heare their talk c. ¶ A thousand good women haue guiltlesse béen accusde For verie spite although that they their bodies neuer abusde the godly SusaÌ„na accused was falsly alas c. ¶ The poisoned Pancal ier ful falsly did accuse The good Dutchesse of Sauoy â—…ecause she did refuse To grant vnto his loue that was so vngodlie Alas what c ¶ Such false dissembling men stoong with Alectos dart Must needs haue place to spit their spite vpon some guiltlesse hart Therefore I must be pleasde that they triumph on me Alas c. ¶ Therefore Lord I thee pray the like death downe to send Upon these false suspected men or else their minds t' amend As thou hast done â—…ofore vnto these persons thrée Alas what c. A proper Song Intituled Fain wold I haue a pretie thing to giue vnto my Ladie To the tune of lustie Gallant ¶ Fain would I haue a pretie thing to giue vnto my Ladie I name no thing nor I meane no thing But as pretie a thing as may bee TWentie iorneyes would I make and twentie waies would hie me To make aduenture for her sake to set soâ—…e matter by me But I would â—…aine haue a pretie thing 〈◊〉 I name nothing nor I meane nothing c. ¶ Some do long for pretie â—…nackes and some for straunge deuices God send me that my Ladie lackes I care not what the price is thus â—…aine 〈◊〉 ¶ Some â—…oe here and some go there wheare gaâ—…es â—…e not geason And I goe gaping euery where but still come out of season Yet faine c. ¶ I walke the towne and tread the streete in euery corner seeking The pretie thinge I cannot méete â—…hats for my Ladies liking Faine 〈◊〉 ¶ The Merceâ—…s â—…ull me â—…oing by the Silkie wiues say what lacke 〈◊〉 The thing you haue not then say I ye foolish fóoles go packe â—…e But faiâ—… 〈◊〉 ¶ It is not all the Silke in Cheape nor all the golden treasure Nor twenâ—…e Bushels on a heape 〈◊〉 â—…o my Ladie â—…e asure Put â—…aine c. ¶ The Grauers of the golden showes with Iuelles â—…o 〈◊〉 me The 〈◊〉 in the shappes that â—…owes they do nothing but let me But faine c. ¶ But were it in the wit of man by any meanes to make it I câ—…ld for Money buy it than and say faiâ—…e 〈◊〉 â—…ake it Thus fain c. ¶ O Lady what â—…â—…ke is this that my 〈◊〉 willinâ—…â—…isse tâ—… To finde what preâ—…ie thing it is that my good Lady 〈◊〉 Thus fain wold I haue had this preti thing to giue vnto my Ladie 〈◊〉 A proper wooing Song inâ—…tuled Maâ—…de 〈◊〉 a loue me ye or no To the tune of the Mâ—…rchaunts Daugâ—…ter went ouer the â—…elde My â—…yde will ye loue me yea or no tell me the trothe and let me goâ—… It can be no â—…esse thâ—…n a sinfull deed trust me truely To â—…inger a Louer that lookes to 〈◊〉 in due time 〈◊〉 ¶ â—…ou Maids that thinke your 〈◊〉 as â—…ne As Venus and all the Maâ—…es 〈◊〉 The father himselfe wheÌ„ he first made maÌ„ trust me truely Made you for his help wheÌ„ the world began in due time duely ¶ Then sith Gods wil was euen so Why should you disdaine you Louer the But rather with a willing heart Loue him truely For in so doing you do but your part Let reason rule ye ¶ Consider swéet what sighs and sobbes Do nip my heart with cruell throbbes And al my deer for the loue of you Trust me truly But I hope that you wil soone mercie show In due time duely ¶ If that you do my case well way And show some signe whereby I may Haue some good hope of your good grace Trust me truely I count my selfe in a blessed case Let reason rule ye ¶ And for my part whilst I do liue To loue you most faithfully my haÌ„d I giue Forsaking all other for your swéet sake Trust me truly In token whereof my troth I betake to your selfe most duely ¶ And though for this time we must depart yet kéep you this ring tru token of my hart Til time do serue we meet againe Let reason rule ye WheÌ„ an answer of coÌ„fort I trust to obtain In due time duly Now must I depart with sighing teares With sobbing heart and burning eares Pale in the face and faint as I may trust me truly But I hope our next méeting a ioyfull day in due time duly The painefull plight of a Louer oppressed with the beautifull looks of his Lady To the tune of I loued her ouer wel VVHeÌ„ as thy eies y e wretched spies did breed my cause of care And sisters thrée did full agrée my fatall thréed to spare Then let these words ingrauen be on toomb whereas I lie That here lies one whom spiteful loue hath caused for to
die ¶ Somtimes I spend the night to end in dolors and in woe Somtime againe vnto my pain my chiefest ioy doth grow When as in minde thy shape I finde as fancie doth me tell Whome nowe I knowe as proofe doth show I loued thée ouer wel ¶ How oft within my wreathed arme desired I to folde Thy Christall corps of whom I ioyed more dearer than of golde But now dosdaome dooth breede my paine and thou â—…anst not denie But that I loued thée ouer well that caused me to dâ—…e The 〈◊〉 that serutâ—… his 〈◊〉 will in 〈◊〉 here and there The moyling Horse that labours still his burthen great to 〈◊〉 In â—…ew of painâ—… 〈◊〉 againe of him which did him owe As Natures heast 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and leaâ—…t them thank of 〈◊〉 of to showâ—… ¶ The Lyon and the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as Nature doth then 〈◊〉 For 〈◊〉 like loue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 gaine in Stories 〈◊〉 finde Those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 both 〈◊〉 â—…ame of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 But thy reply willis 〈◊〉 to â—…ie that loued thee ouer 〈◊〉 ¶ Therfore my deare 〈◊〉 Darling 〈◊〉 ensample 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Which equally wiâ—…h 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 their louing 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And giue him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 death we which loued 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ¶ Then shall thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 same where euer that they goe And wish for ay as for thy pay all Nestors yeares to know And I no lesse then all the rest should wish thée health for aye Because thou hast heard my request and saued me from decay A faithfull vow of two constant Louers To the new Rogero SHall distance part our loue or daily choice of chaunge Or sprites below or Gods aboue haue power to maâ—…e vs straunge ¶ No nothing here on earth that kinde hath made or wrought Shall force me to forget goodwill so dearely bought ¶ And for my part I vow to serue for terme of life Which promise may compare with her which was Vlisses wife ¶ Which vow if I 〈◊〉 breake let vengeance on me fall Eche plague that on the earth may raigne I aske not one but all ¶ Though time may bréede suspect to fill your hart with â—…oyes And absence may a 〈◊〉 breede to let your wished ioyes ¶ Yet thinke I haue a 〈◊〉 and honesty to keepe And weigh the time your loue hath dwelt within my hart so deep ¶ And peise the words I spake and marke my countenance then And let not slip no earnest sigh if thou remember can ¶ At least forget no teares that trickled downe my face And marke howe oft I wroong your hand and blushed all the space ¶ Remember how I sware and strook therewith my brest In witnesse when thou partst me fro my heart with thée should rest ¶ Thinke on the eger lookes full loth to leaue thy sight That made the signes when that she list to like no other wight ¶ If this be out of thought yet call to minde againe The busie sute the much adoe the labour and the paine ¶ That at the first I had â—…re thy good will I gate And think how for thy loue alone I purchase partly hate ¶ But all is one with me my heart so setled is No friend nor foe nor want of wealth shall neuer hurt in this ¶ Be constant now therefore and faithfull to the end Be carefull how we both may do to be ech others friend ¶ Wish frée and cleane consent two hearts in one I knit Which for my part I vow to kéep and promise not to flit ¶ Now let this vow be kept exchange thy heart for mine So shal two harts be in one breast and both of them be thine A sorrowfull Sonet made by M. George Mannington at Cambridge Castle To the tune of Labandala Shot I Waile in wo I plunge in pain with sorowing sobs I do complain With wallowing waues I wish to die I languish sore whereas I lie In feare I faint in hope I holde With ruthe I runne I was too bolde As lucklesse lot assigned me in dangerous dale of destinie Hope bids me smile Feare bids me wéep My séelie soule thus Care doth kéep ¶ Yea too too late I do repent the youthful yeares that I haue spent The retch lesse race of carelesse kinde which hath bewitcht my woful minde Such is the chaunce such is the state Of those that trust too much to fate No braggiug boast of gentle blood What so he be can do thee good No wit no strength nor beauties hue No friendly sute can death eschue ¶ The dismall day hath had his wil And iustice seekes my life to spill Reuengement craues by rigorous law Whereof I little stood in a we The dolefull doom to end my life Bedect with care and worldlie strife And frowuing iudge hath giuen his doome O gentle death thou art welcome The losse of life I do not feare Then welcome death the end of care ¶ O prisoners poore in dungeon déep Which passe the night in slumbring sleep Wel may you rue your youthful race And now lament your cursed cace Content your selfe with your estate I mpute no shame to fickle fate With wrong attempts increase no wealth Regard the state of prosperous health And think on me when I am dead Whom such delights haue lewdly led ¶ My friend and parents where euer you be Full little do you thinke on me My mother milde and dame so déer Thy louing childe is fettred héer Would God I had I wish too late Been bred and borne of meaner estate Or else would God my rechlesse eare Had béen obedient for to heare Your sage aduice and counsel true But in the Lord parents adue ¶ You valiant hearts of youthfull train Which heard my heauie heart complain A good example take by me Which runne the race where euer you be trust not too much to bilbow blade nor yet to fortunes fickle trade Hoist not your sailes no more in winde Least that some rocke you chaunce to finde or else be driuen to Lybia land whereas the Barque may sinck in sand ¶ You students all that present be To view my fatall destinie would God I could requite your pain wherein you labour although in vain if mightie God would think it good to spare my life and vitall blood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 your profered curtesie â—â—…ld remaine most stedfastly Your seruant true in deed and word But welcome death as please the Lord. ¶ Yea welcome death the end of woe And farewell life my fatall soe Yea welcome death the end of strife Adue the care of mortall life For though this life doth fléet away In heauen I hope to liue for ay A place of ioy and perfect rest Which Christ hath purchaste for the best Til that we méet in heauen most hiest Adue farewell in Iesu Christ. A proper Sonet of an vnkinde Damsell to to her faithful Louer To the nine Muses THe ofter that I view and sée That pleasant face and faire beautie whereto my heart is bound The néer my Mistresse is to me My health