tongue nor Pen to me her slaue Remaines whereby her grace may be obtained Yet you my sighs may purchase me reliefe And ye my teares her rockey heart may moue Therefore my sighs sigh in her eare my griefe And in her heart my teares imprint my loue But cease vaine sighs cease cease ye fruitlesse teares Teares cannot pierce her heart no sighs her cares XXII SONET Her beauty makes him liue euen in despaire VVOunded with griefe I weep and sigh and plaine Yet neither plaints nor sighs nor teares do good But all in vaine I striue against the floud Gaining but griefe for griefe and paine for paine Yet though in vaine my teares my cheekes distaine Leauing ingrauen sorrow where they stood And though my sighs consuming vp my bloud For loue deseru'd reape vndeseru'd disdaine And though in vaine I know I beg remorce At your remorcelesse heart more hard then steele Yet such alas such is your beauties force Charming my sence that though this hell I feele Though neither plaints nor sighs nor tears can moue you Yet must I still persist euer to loue you XXIII SONET Why her lips yeeld him no word of comfort OFt do I plaine and she my plaints doth reade Which in black colours do paint forth my woe So that of force she must my sorrow know And know for her disdaine my heart doth bleede And knowledge must of force some pitty breede Which makes me hope she will some fauour show And from her sugred lips much comfort flow Into mine eares my heart with ioy to feede Yet though she reades and reading knowes my griefe And knowledge moues her pitty my distresse Yet do her lips sweete lips take no reliefe Much do I muse but find no cause in this That in her lips her heauenly lips that blisse them Her words loth thence to part stay there to kisse them XXIIII SONET Comparison of his heart to a tempest beaten Ship LIke a Sea tossed Barke with tackling spent And stars obscur'd his watry iournies guide By loud tempestuous winds and raging tide From waue to waue with dreadfull fury sent Fares my poore heart my heart-strings being rent And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide Since your faire eyes my stars themselues do hide Clowding their light in frownes and discontent For from your frownes do spring my sighs and teares Teares flow like seas and sighs like winds do blow Whose ioyned rage most violently beares My tempest beaten heart from woe to woe And if your eyes shine not that I may shun it On rocke despaire my sighs my teares will rue it XXV SONET That he cannot leaue to loue though commanded HOw can my loue in equity be blamed Still to importune though it ne're obtaine Since though her face and voyce will me refraine Yet by her voyce and face I am inflamed For when alas her face with frownes is framed To kill my loue but to reuiue my paine And when hâ—â—â—â—â—e commands but all in vaine That loue both leaue to be and to be named Her Syren voyce doth such inchantment moue And though she frowne eu'n frownes so louely make her That I of force am forced still to loue Since that I must and yet cannot forsake her My fruitlesse prayers shall cease in vaine to moue her But my deuoted heart ne're cease to loue her XXVI SONET He desires leaue to write of his Loue MVst my deuoted heart desist to loue her Not loue I may but I may not confesse it What harder then loue and yet depresse it Loue most conceal'd doth most it selfe discouer Had I no Pen to shew that I approue her Were I tongue-tide that I might not addresse it In plaints and prayers vnfained to expresse it Yet could I not my deepe affection couer Had I no Pen my very teares would shew it Which write my true affection in my face Were I tongue-tide my sighs would make her know it Which witnesse that I grieue at my disgrace Since then though silent I my loue discouer O let my pen haue leane to say I loue her XXVII SONET That time hath no power to end or diminish his loue TIme wasteth yeeres and months and daies houres Time doth consume fame riches wit and strength Time kils the greenest herbes and sweetest flowers Time weares out youth and beauties pride at length Time maketh euery tree to dye and rot Time turneth oft our pleasure into paine Time causeth wars and wrongs to be forgot Time cleeres the skye that first hung full of raine Time brings to nought the mightiest Princes state Time brings a floud from new resolued snow Time calmes the Sea where tempests roared late Time eares whatsoe're the Moone doth see below Yet shall no time vpon my heart preuaile Nor any time shall make my loue to faile XXVIII SONET Of the Monne LOoke how the pale Queene of the silent night Doth cause the Ocean to attend vpon her And he as long as she is in his sight With his full tide is ready her to honor But when the siluer wagon of the Moone Is mounted vp so high he cannot follow The sea cals home his christall waues to moue And with low ebbe doth manifest his sorrow So you that are the soueraigne of my heart Haue all my ioyes attending on your will My ioyes low ebbing when you doe depart When you returne their tide my heart doth fill So as you come and as you doe depart Ioyes ebbe and flow within my tender heart Three Sonets That loue only made him a Poet and that all sorts of verses both in rime and measure agree with his Lady XXIX SONET SOme men they say are Poets borne by kind And sucke that science from their mothers brest An easie art that comes with so great rest And happy to men so good hap assign'd In some desire of praise enflames the mind To clime with paine Parnassus double crest Some hope of rich rewards hath so possest That gold in Castell sands they seeke to find Me neither nature hath a Poet made Nor loue of glory mou'd to learne the trade Nor thirst of gold perswaded me to write For Natures graces are too fine for me Praise like the Peacock prides her selfe to see Desire of gaine the basest minds delight XXX SONET VVHat mou'd me then say loue for thou canst tell Of thee I learn'd this skill if skill I haue Thou knowst the Muse whose helpe I alwaies craue Is none of those that on Parnassus dwell My Muse is such as doth them all excell They all to her alone their cunning gaue To sing to dance to play to make so braue Thrice threefold graces her alone befell From her do flow the streames that water me Here is the praise if I a Poet be Her only looke both will and skill doth giue What maruell then if I those lawes refuse Which other Poets in their making vse Since by her looks I writ by which I liue XXXI SONET THus am I free from lawes that other
binde Who diuers verse to diuers matter frame All kind of stiles do serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I find The lofty verse doth shew her noble mind By which she quencheth loues inraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kind In mournefull Tragicke verse for her I dye In Comicke she reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace and strife Each word she speakes doth cause both death and life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone XXXII SONET Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite thereby Rash was reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hasts amaine And stops each passage least Desire should flye Within my eares disdainefull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine eyes with scornful traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start XXXIII SONET To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causer of my paine That to my soe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And bosts of winning that which reason sold Too late you call for helpe to me in vaine Whō loue hath bound in chains of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hot desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like wind dispearst the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbuor quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw XXXIIII SONET Ten Sonets to Philomel Sonet I. Vpon Loues entring by the eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage weare By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I garded them and void of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my heart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweete Phylomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pittty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Only because to loue thee it presumed XXXV SONET O Why did Fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traytor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her gifts concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly deaths paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I dide XXXVI SONET Of his owne and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIcknesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content herewith like meanes it wrought My Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well XXXVII SONET Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his eyes That his dart life did misse though her it hit Yet not therewith content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoyle her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended XXXVIII SONET Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against the Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which neere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be for'st to drowne XXXIX SONET Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spy Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blinde yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy XL. SONET WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Sonne scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her deny To burne the picture which was in my heart The more loue burn'd the more her Picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine XLI SONET To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sunne eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects
deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life be spilt Kill me as often as thou wilt XV. CANZONET His heart araigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The Bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'enditement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His plea was such as each man might descry For grace and truth were read in either eye Yet forc'd to speake his Farther Plea was this That sore pursu'd by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he labour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes red rest Tooke sanctuary from his troubled brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true entent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That truth might raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide XVII CANZONET Deadly sweetenesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweet teares the drink that more augments my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which waste my life at first Sweete thoughts sweete teares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies XVIII CANZONET Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to find Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He look't that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Depâ—iâ—â—â—e wound though none apeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'd to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had bin fire I gaz'd vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Then that where grow both shafts and fire XIX CANZONET Loues contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that long since is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To think what toies do tosse my troubled head Aow most I wish that most I should refraine And seeke the thing that least I long to find And find the wound by which my hart is flain Yet want both skill and will to ease my mind Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long lo see and yet I shun her sight I scald in sun and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to dye I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Hen cogor voti nescius esse mei XX. CANZONET Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweete is thy promise but it will not stand Smooth soft faire sweete to them that lightly touch Rough hard soule soute to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thought that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I find And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choise were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine XXI CANZONET That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe old old new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyse is made change he that list for me Such as I am such will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwayes be Mine eyes confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full content desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes be Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Pheoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth euery way True loue with age doth dayly cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies be What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be XXIII CANZONET Vpon her absence THe summer sunne that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and driues the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine My Ladies presence burne me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling
so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings do breake Tho. Campion XLVI CANZONET Vpon his Ladies sickenesse of the Poxâ— CRuell and vnpartiall sickensse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weakenesse Whom all kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke In the pure snow of her face When thou did'st attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it race Th'heauenly hony thou didst sucke From her Rose cheeks might suffice Why then didst thou marre and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest price Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those rich spoiles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in Inkes black teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close lock them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare them Till I from my selfe depart XLVII CANZONET In the grace of wit of tongue and face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent theÌ„ drew now hit mine eye mine eare my hart Mine eye mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face her tong hir wit with beams with souÌ„d with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil my heart Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth feast doth fill O face o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart wring not vex not wouÌ„d not mine eie mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shal sweare Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare XLVIII CANZONET An inuectiue against women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see too Are women sweet Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweete to them that in lye loue them Chast and discreete to all saue those that proue them Are women wise Not wise but they be witty Are women witty Yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be ye ne're so wise they will beguile ye Are women fooles Not fooles but fondlings many Can women fond be faithfull vnto any When snow-white swans do run to colour sable Then women fond will be both firme and stable Are women Saints No Saints nor yet no diuels Are women good not good but needfull euils So Angel-like that diuels I do not doubt them So needfull ils that few can liue without them Are women proud I passing proud and praise them Are women kind I wondrous kind and please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind hearted any may procure them Ignote XLIX CANZONET This song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at a shew on horsebacke wherewith the right Honourable the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnesse on May day last Of loue gift VVHo giues a gift to bind a friend thereby Doth set or put his gift to vsury And he that giues a gift that is not free Giues where he list so that he giue not me For bought and sold is friendship strange Who liues by selling liues by change And he that loues to change his friend Will turne to nothing in the end L. CANZONET The Anatomie of Loue. NOw what is loue I pray thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sounding bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is loue as I heare tell Now what is Loue I prethee say It is a worke on holy day It is December match'd with May When lusty bloods in fresh array Heare ten months after of their play And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I prethee faine It is a sun-shine mixt with raine It is a gentle pleasing paine A flower that dyes and springs againe It is in faith that would full faine And this is loue and not a staine Yet what is loue I prethee say It is a pretty shaddow way As well found out by night as day It is a thing will soone decay Then take the vantage while you may And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I prethee show A thing that creepes and cannot goe A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for one a thing for moe And he that proues shall find it so And this is some sweet friend I trow In vaine I liue such sorrow liues in me In vaine liues sorrow since by her I liue Life workes in vaine where death will Master be Death striues in vaine where life doth vertue giue Thus each of vs would worke anothers woe And hurts himselfe in vaine and helpes his foe LI. CANZONET Loue the onely price of loue THe fairest Pearles that Northerne Seas do breed For precious stones from Easterne coasts are sold Nought yeelds the earth that from exchange is freed Gold values all and all things value Gold Where goodnesse wants an equall change to make There greatnesse serues or number place doth take No mo tall thing can beare so high a price But that with mortall thing it may be bought The corne of Sicill buyes the Westerne spice French wine of vs of them our cloth is sought No pearles no gold no stones no corne no spice No cloth no wine of loue can pay the price What thing is loue which nought can counteruaile Nought saue it selfe eu'n such a thing is loue All worldly wealth in worth as farre doth faile As lowest earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but it selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy loue doth claime as due Thy due is loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer be And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue requite All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my heart such blisse Accep it for thy prisoner as it is The end of the second Booke THE THIRD BOOKE OF Pastorals and Eliges Two Pastorals made by Sir Phillip Sidney Vpon his meeting with his two worthy Friends and fellow Poets Sir Edward Dier and M. Fulke Greuill I. PASTORALL IOyne mates in mirth to me Grant pleasure to our meeting Let Pan our good God see How gratefull is our greeting Ioyne hearts and hands so let it be Make but one mind in bodies three Ye Hymnes and singing skill Of God Apolloes giuing Be prest our reeds to fill With sound of musicke liuing Ioyne hearts and hands c. Sweete Orpheus Harpe whose â—â—â—nd The stedfast mountaines moued Let here thy skill abound To
sweet soule the more vnkind To set true loues so light But whereas others beare the Bell As in her fauour blest Her shepheard loueth her as well As those whom she loues best Heard-man A Las poore Pastor I finde Thy loue is lodg'd so high That on thy flock thou hast no mind But feedst a wanton eye If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire Be sure that farre aboue thy lot Thy liking doth aspire To loue so sweet a Nymph as she And looke for loue againe Is fortune fitting high degree Not for a shepheards swaine For she of Lordly lad's becoyd And sought of great estates Her fauour scornes to be enioyd By vs poore lowly Mates Wherefore I warne thee to be wise Go with me to my walke Where lowly Lasses be not nice There like and chuse thy Make. Wher are no pearles nor gold to view No pride of silken sight But peticoats of Scarlet hew Which vaile the skin snow white There truest Lasses been to get For loue and little cost There sweete desire is paid his det And labour seldome lost Shepheard NO heardman no thou ran'st too loud Our trade so vile to hold My weed as great a heart doth shroud As his thats clad in gold And take the truth that I thee tell This song faire Daphne sings That Cupid will be seru'd as well Of Shepheards as of Kings For proofe wherof old books record That Venus Queene of loue Would set aside her warlike Lord And youthfull Pastors proue How Paris was as well belou'd A simple shepheards Boy As after when as he was prou'd King Priams sonne of Troy And therefore haue I better hope Aâ— had those Lads of y'ore 〈◊〉 courage takes as large a scope Although their haps were more Aâ—â— for thou shalt not deeme I lest And beare a mind more base â—o meaner hope shal haunt my brest Then dearest Daphnes grace My mind no other thought retaines Mine eye nought else admires My heart no other passion straines Nor other hap desires My muse of nothing else intreates My Pipe nought else can sound My veines no other feauer heates Such faith 's in shepheards sound Heardman AH sh pheard then I see with griefe thy can is past all cure No remedy for thy reliefe But patiently endure Thy wonted liberty is fled Fond fancy breeds thy bane Thy sense of folly brought a bed Thy wit is in thy wane I am but â—orrow for thy sake Since loue lulls thee asleepe And whilst out of thy dreame thou wake God shield thy straying sheep Thy wretched flock may rue and curse This proud desire of thine Whose wofull state from bad to worse Thy carelesse eye will pine And euen as they thy selfe likewise With them shall weare and waste To see the spring before thine eyes Thou thirsty canst not tast Content thee therefore with conceit Where others gaine the grace And thinke thy fortune at the height To see but Daphnes face Although thy truth deserued well Reward aboue the rest Thy haps shall be but meanes to tell How other men are blest So gentle shepheard farewell now Be warned by my reed For I see written in thy brow Thy heart for loue doth bleede Yet longer with thee would I stay If ought would doe thee good But nothing can the heare allay Where loue enflames the blood Shepheard THen HeardmaÌ„ since it is my lot And my good liking such Striue not to breake the faithful knot that thinks no paine too much For what contents my Daphnes best I neuer will despise So she but wish my soule good rest When death shall close mine eyes Then Heardman farewel once again For now the day is fled So might thy cares poore shepheards Swaine Flye from thy carefull head X. PASTORALL The beginning and end of this Eglogue are wanting Concerning old Age. Perin FOr when thou art not as thou wont of yo 're No cause why life should please thee any more Whilome I was in course of former yeeres Ere freezing Eld had coold my youthfull rage Of mickle worth among my shepheards peeres Now for I am some dele ' y stept in age For pleasance strength and beauty gins asswae Each little heard-groome laughs my wrinckled face Each bonny lasse for Cuddy shuns the place For all this woe none can me iustly twight But hatefull Eld the foe to pleasant rest Which like a thiefe doth rob vs of delight Wrenocke Perin enough few words be alwayes best Needs must be borne that cannot be redrest Selfe am I as thou seest in thilke estate The griefe is eath to beare that haz a mate But sicker for to speake the truh indeede Thou seemst to blame that blamelesse seemes to me And hurtlesse Eld to sneb ill mought he speed That slaies the Dog for Wolues so wicked be The faults of men thou laist on age I see For which if Eld werein it selfe to blame Then I and all my Peeres should taste the same Perin Wrenock I weene thou doat'st through rusty Eld And think'st with fained words to bleere mine eye Thou for thy store art euer blessefull held Thy heapes of gold nill let thee sorrow spie Thy flocks full safe heere vnder shade do lie Thy weanelings fat thine ewes with bladder blowne A iollier shepheard haue we seldome knowne Wrenocke For thilke my store great Pan y'herried be But if for thee mine age with ioy I beare How falls it that thy selfe vnlike to me Art vexed so with griefe and bootlesse feare Thy store will let thee sleepe on either eare But neither want makes age to wisemen hard Nor fooles by wealth from grieuous paines are bar'd Perin Seest not how free yond' Lambkin skips and playes And wags his taile and buts with tender head All for he feeles the heate of youngthly dayes Which secret law of kind hath inly bred Thilke Ewe from whom all ioy with youth is fled See how it hangs the head as it would weepe Whilome it skipt vneaths now may it creepe Wrenocke No fellowship hath state of beasts with man In them is nought but strength of lim and bone Which ends with age as it with age began But man they say'ne as other creature none Hath vncouth fire conuai'd from heauen by one His name I wist that yeelds him inward light Sike fire as Welkin shewes in winter night Which neither age nor time can weare away Which waxeth bett ' for vse as Shepheards crooke That euer shineth brighter day by day Also though wrinckled seemes the aged looke Bright shines the fire that from the stars we tooke And sooth to say thilke Ewe laments the paine That thilke same wanton Lambe is like sustaine Perin Ah Thenot be not all thy teeth on edge To see yongths folke to sport in pastimes gay To pitch the Barre to throw the weighty sledge To dance with Phillis all the holy-day To hunt by day the Foxe by night the Gray Sike peerelesse pleasures wont vs for to queame Now lig we laid as drown'd in heauy
pleasure equally destroy me IIII. ODE Being by his absence in Italy depriued of her lookes words and gestures be desireth her to write vnto him MY only starre Why why are your deare eyes Where all my lifes peace lies With me at warre Why to my ruine tending Do they still lighten woe On him that loues you so 2 Hope of my heart O whereof do the words Which your sweete tongue affords No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure 3 Sunshine of ioy Why do your gestures which All eyes and hearts bewitch My blisse destroy And pitties skye ore-clouding Of hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre Which in your bosome seekes this only shrowding 4 Blame of my wound Why are your lines whose sight Should cure me with delight My poson found Which through my veines dispersing Make my poore heart and mind And all my sences find A liuing death in torments past rehearsing 5 Alas my fate Hath of your eyes leprlu'd me Which both kil'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned hate Your sweete voyce and sweete graces Which cloath'd in louely weeds Your cruell words and deeds Are intercepted by farre distant places 6 But O the Anguish Which presence still presented Absence hath not absented Nor made to languish No no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect I loued Th' effect is still in greatest force remaining 7 O cruell Tyger If to your hard hearts center Teares vowes and Prayers may enter Desiâ—t your rigour And let kind lines assure me Since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found That you that kil me yet at length wil cure me V. ODE His farewell to his vnkind and vnconstant Mistris SWeete if you like and loue me still And yeeld me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your heart If deere to you I be As you are deere to me Then yours I am and will be euer Nor time nor place my loue shall seuer But faithfull still I will perseuer Like constant Marble stone Louing but you alone But if you fauour moe then me Who loue thee deare and none but thee If others do the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If you delight to range And oft to chop and change Then get you some new fangled Mate My doating loue shall turne to hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble stone Louing not me alone VI. ODE A Presopopaeia Wherein his heart speakes to his second Ladies brest I Dare not in my Masters bosome rest That flaming Aetna would to ashes burne me Nor dare I harbour in his mistresse brest The frosty Climate into Ice would turne me So both from her and him I do retire me Least th' one should freeze me and th' other fire me Wing'd with true loue I flye to this sweete brest Whose snow I hope will coole but t'ice not turne me Where fire and snow I trust so tempred rest As gentle heate will warme and yet not burne me But O deare brest from thee I le ne'reretire me Whether thou coole or warme or freeze or fire me VIII ODE Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written as though it had beene an answere thereunto LAdy of matchlesse beauty When into your sweete bosome I deliuered A paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duty Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Rime restrain'd O then your thought abused was My hart close wrapt therein into your breast refused waâ— When you that Scroule restor'd me With gratefull words kind grace and smiling merily My breast did swell with ioy supposing verily You answere did afford me But finding onely that I writ I hop't to find my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poyson of despaire in stead thereof infused had Why why did you torment me With giuing backe my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both heart and paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent me Hope you my Heart thence to remoue By scorning me my Lines my Loue No no your hope abused is Too deepe to be remou'd it in your brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it Deere with so spotlesse zealous firme Affection I loue your beauty vertue and perfection As nothing can expell it Scorne still my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Heart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused be For in my very soule your loue and lookes infused be VIII ODE Commendation of her beautie stature behauiour and wit SOme there are as faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature Some as tall and goodly be too But want beauty to their stature Some haue gracious kind behauiour But are foule or simple creatures Some haue wit but want sweete fauour Or are proud of their good features Onely you and you want pitty Are most faire tall kind and witty IX ODE That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN heau'n the blessed Angels haue their being In hell the fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the ayre are fleeing With finnes the people gliding Of water haue the enioying In fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspire To loue your beauty beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope and feares contention Earth holds my drossie wit and dull inuention Th' ill food of ayrie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares still flowing My weeping eyes are turned My constant heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspire In heau'n is no beauty more excelling In hell no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fire X. ODE His Lady to be condemned of ignorance or crueltie AS she is faire so faithfull I My seruice she her grace I merit Her beauty doth my loue inherit But grace she doth denie O knowes she not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force Her ignorance or cruelty As she is faire so cruell she I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which pities source should be Too well she knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Her vndeserued cruelty As she is faire so were she kinde Or being cruell could I wauer Soone should I either win her
fauer Or a new Mistresse finde But neither out alas may be Scorne in her and loue in me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her cruelty XI ODE A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With prayers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her goe for shee le not be conuerted Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She is most faire though she be marble hearted How often haue my sighes declar'd mine anguish Wherein is daily anguish Yet doth she still procure it Heart let her goe for I cannot endure it Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She gaue the wound and she alone must cure it The trickling teares that downe my cheeks haue flowed My life haue often shewed Yet still vnkind I proue her Heart let her goe for nought I doe can moue her Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Though me she hates I cannot chuse but loue her But shall still a true affection owe her Which prayers sighes teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She made me hers and hers she will retaine me But if the loue that hath and still doth burne me No loue at length returne me Out of my thoughts I le let her Heart let her goe oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. Fixt in the heart how can the heart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile me Till teares sighes praiers faile me Shall yet my loue perseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Teares sighes praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer XII ODE Where his Lady keepes his heart SWeet Loue mine onely treasure For seruice long vnfained Wherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell me in what part My Lady keepes my hart If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined Which fire and art haue fined Her thrall my heart I render For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide If in her eyes she binde it Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I onely wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her breast haue dained With kindnesse to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone XIII ODE The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me dry And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The senselesse stone that from on hie Descends to earth below With greater hast it selfe doth ply The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see my selfe so neere the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke XIIII ODE Desire and hope DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded self-Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest vertue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extreames are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts they send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is loue in words faire words may faine Is loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnesse raigne Yet few or none so craue it Thou wouldst be lou'd and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For vertue why of her alone I say no more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be ought but of youth XV. ODE Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioyn'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames who mou'd your mind To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are clearer then the daies XVI ODE Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be dry When will my sighes be spent When will desire agree to let me die When will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Least thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler be Then giue me leaue to dye And shew thy power thereby XVII ODE The kind Louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in me procure you peace If wrong to me to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy doe flow When my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die full faine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since nothing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest What can my life
Tyrant yet beloued still Wherein haue I deseru'd of you so ill That all my loue you should with hate requite And all my paines reward with such dispite Or if my fault be great which I protest Is onely loue too great to be exprest What haue these lines so harmelesse innocent Deseru'd to feele their Masters punishment These leaues are not vnto my fault consenting And therefore ought not to haue the same tormenting When you haue read them vse them as you lift For by your sight they shall be fully blest But till you reade them let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your furie saue Another Cleare vp mine eyes and dry your selues my teares And thou my heart banish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her heart disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet faire her eyes will not a looke deny To this sad story of thy miserie O then my deere behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kind of woes endure Of him whose head is made a hiue of woes Whose swarming number daily greater growes Of him whose senses like a Racke are bent With diuers motions my poore soule to rent Whose mind a mirror is which onely shewes The ougly image of my present woes Whose memorie's a poyson'd knife to teare The euer bleeding wound my breast doth beare The euer-bleeding wound not to be cured But by those eyes that first the same procured And that poore heart so faithfull constant true That onely loues and serues and honors you Is like a feeble ship which torne and rent The Mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the starres obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Port no Land no comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterly neglected With dreadfull terrour tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth daily hourely minuitly expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rocke or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne Another But yet of all the woes that do torment me Of all the torments that do daily rent me Ther 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least cannot be long endured As that so many weekes nay moneths and yeares Nay tedious ages for it so appeares My trembling heart besides so many anguishes T'wixt hope and feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your eyes your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'vnfained griefe which you do make me beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere loue the booke I meane I sent To your deere selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me away leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinkes on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hare both my selfe and gifts and letters too Another I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a minde So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart so bloody to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so milde lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had beene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say till your heart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore eies so much grace Freely to view the riches of your face And did so high exalt my lowly heart To call it yours and take it in good part And which was greatest blisse did not disdaine For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe When this I say I call vnto my mind And in my heart and soule no cause can find No fact no word whereby my heart doth merit To loue that loue which once I did inherit Despaire it selfe cannot make me despaire But that you 'le proue as kind as you are faire And that my lines and booke O would t' were true Are though I know 't not yet receiu'd by you And often haue your crueltie repented Whereby my guiltlesse heart is thus tormented And now at length in lieu of passed woe Will pittie kindnesse loue and fauour shoe Another But when againe my cursed memory To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That wither'd my young ioyes before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my earthly Paradise To glasse my sight in your two heauenly eies On which alone my earthly ioyes depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete rosie lips the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest kisse My greedy eares on your sweete words to feed VVhich canded in your sugred breath proceed In daintiest accents through that currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your hand so white so moyst so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloody theft VVhereby it closely me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenly conuersation By whose sweete charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louely presence haunt In stead of all these ioyes I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnesse frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words besides lookes nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vndeserued spight VVhen this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eyes let fall Nor wind of blustring sighes withall their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should finde grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterly abhorre me Another Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To try the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendor of your beauties hew Ah! try it on rebellious hearts and eyes That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and curelesse your eyes can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glory is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie FINIS
is not loue COnceit begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our hearts to haue Meane while there reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the heart doth seldome loue For as the seeds in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceit whose rooting failes As child that in the cradle quailes Or else within the mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles For following beauty or estate Her liking still is turn'd to hate For all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runs out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth seldome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire But as the cinders of the fire As ships in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then fals to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfect loue And that desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wilde beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike XI POEM WHen I to you of all my woes complaine Which you make me endure without release With scornefull smiles you answere me againe That louers true must beare and hold their peace Deere I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall do XII POEM IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flight Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lawlesse warre had shut her vp from sight Yet lawfull peace might soone restore her traine But now alas what hope of hope is left When wrongfull death hath her of life bereft The Sunne that often fals doth often rise The Moone that waineth waxeth full with light But he that death in chaines of darknesse ties Can neuer breake the bands of lasting night What then remaines but teares of losse to waile In which all hope of mortall helpe doth faile Who then shall weepe nay who shall teares refraine If common harmes must moue the minds of all Too few are found that wrongfull hearts restraine And of too few too many death doth call These common harmes I waile among the rest But priuate losse denies to be exprest XIII POEM A Pâ—â—â— in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame naâ—ure hath beene scant In dealing beauâ—ies gifts to mee My wit shall helpe supply that want And skill in steed of shape shall bee My stature I confesse is small And therefore nill I boast of warre My name shall fill the heauens and all This skin shall serue to hide that skarre My head to beare the helme vnfit My hands vnapt to murther men But little heads oft hold much wit And feeble hands can guide a Pen. XIIII POEM Loues contentment DEath is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lenghtning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath ty'de my life to paine so fast And yet I seeme as if I did but faine Or make my griefe much greater then I need When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote beleeu'd I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals vnheard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which he inclosde I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if here that loues can be alone Why should I seeke to make my shame be knowne That foolish loue is causer of my paine Forgiue me loue the speech is not mine owne But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To plead for loue and cleere my selfe withall What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my mind afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard on which I thinke I die Thine angry tongue all kind of loue defie Yet is my life vpon thy promise staid By which thou hast assur'd me of thy loue And though thereby my heare be not allaid No stay of slight where gaine is still aboue Yet since thy heart can yeeld to loue no more I rest content although I die therefore Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numin votis XV. POEM A repentant Poem THough late my heart yet turne at last And shape thy course another way T is better lose thy labour past Then follow on to sure decay What though thou long haue straid awry In hope of grace for mercy cry Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe And keepe thee grou'ling on the ground Though blacke dispaire with angry frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue beene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to floods of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angry Iudges eares And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleed streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angry Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall thy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to fly Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sinne is too too strong I striue to rise sinne keepes me downe I fly from sinne sinne followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne Weake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want XVI POEM Vnions Iewell DIuers rare Iems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarits in thy Iewell stand Matildaes three three Ianes of regall line Two royall Maries two Elizaes and One Isbell Anne Sibill and Margery All royall Iems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Dutstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line Whom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take Whose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioyn Scots Saxon Norman blood in our Kings line For their childe Mawde our first Henry did marry Of them Matild our said Empresse did spring By whose second husband our Kings did carry Name of great Plantagenet then Scots King First Alexander did Sibilla wed Who sprung from out William Conquerors bed The third Matild their first King Dauid married Earle Waldoffes daughter Neece to great K. William Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second
you in you I liue no more Your heart a Seruant new mine a new Saint enioyeth My sight offēds your eies mine eies your sight annoieth Since you held me in scorne by you I set no store Yet if dead Loue if your late flames returne If you lament your change count me your sole treasure My loue more fresh shall spring my flame more bright shall burne I le loue none else but you loue you without measure If not vntrue farewell in sand I le sow no graine Nor plant my loue but where loue yeelds me loue againe III. SONET To Mistresse Diana PHoebus of all the Gods I wish to be Not of the world to haue the ouerseeing For of all things in the worlds circuit being One onely thing I alwaies wish to see Not of all hearbs the hidden force to know For ah my wound by herbes cannot be cured Not in the Sky to haue a place assured For my ambition lies on earth below Not to be Prince of the Celestiall quire For I one Nimph prize more then all the Muses Not with his bow to offer Loue abuses For I Loues vassall am and dread his yre But that thy light from mine might borrow'd be And faire Diana might shine vnder me IIII. SONET Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My Muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heau'nly beames are o're my fight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabled me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eies my loue your heart displeasing Breede hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing V. SONET That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my in ward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my will my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or teares that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured VI. SONET Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shin'de and the most heauenly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultlesse features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humaine creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare VII SONET Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the praises of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweete that onely Soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath then to part Or who of Proteus sundry tranformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanely pend So fit for you to take and me to send VIII SONET To Pitie WAke Pitie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe but quickly here my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That if my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing dye and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy cry Because her glory in my death will die IX SONET Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioyn'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euery noble mind Why then doe I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if it be false such glosing words refraine If true O then let worth his worth obtaine X. SONET Her answere in the same Romes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euery noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to thwart The freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome much disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should not worth worths due obtaine XI SONET Vpon her comming though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater cruelty My constant faith her false vnconstancy My praises stile hero're prais'de worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moone-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoarse Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth
resound your praise admired My then greene Heart so brightly did eflame XII SONET To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeares-gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus VVOrthily famous Lord whose vertues rare Set in the gold of neuer stain'd Nobility And noble mind shining in true humility Make you admir'd of all that vertuous are If as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars sword in all his deeds victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forreine States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchlesse Tacitus would them historifie Then Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd But till your selfe or some such put them forth Accept of these as Pictures of your worth XIII SONET He demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweete Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the message that these lines impart The message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my heart For being charm'd by the bewitching art Of those inueagling graces which attend you Loues holy fire makes me breath out in part The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eyes If mine Eyes sinne their sins cause only lies On your bright eyes which haue my heart inflamed Since eyes loue lines erre then by your direction Excuse mines eyes my Lines and my affection XIIII SONET Loue and Iustice punishable only with like loue BVt if my lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue find fauour in your Eyes But that your eyes as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which from themselues doth arise Yet this my humble suite do not despise Let me be iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome do equalize What ere it be it shall not be refused And since my loue already is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon denyall I freely put my selfe vpon my tryall Let Iustice iudge me as I haue confessed For if my doome in iustice scales be wayed With equall loue my loue must be repayed XV. SONET He calls his eares eyes and heart as witnesses of her sweet voice beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAire is thy face and great thy wits perfection So faire alas so hard to be exprest That if my tyred Pen should neuer rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure mind there to erect their nest And that your face is such a flint-hard brest By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnesse mine eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine eyes rauisht when you they see Beauty and vertue witnesse eyes and eares In you sweete saint of equall soueraignty But if nor eyes nor eares can proue it true Witnesse my heart ther 's none that equalls you How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heauen and in hell XVI SONET Praise of her eyes excelling all comparison I Bend my wit but wit cannot deuise Words fit to blaze the worth your eyes containes Whose namelesse worth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exeeede the name of eyes Eyes they be not but worlds in which there lyes More blisse then this wide world besides containes Worlds they be not but stars whose influence raignes Ouer my life and liues felicities Stars they be not but suns whose presence driues Darkenesse from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly in flame my heart Since then in Earth nor Heauen they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare XVII SONET Contention of Loue and Reason for his heart REason and loue lately at strife contended Whose right it was to haue my minds protection Reason on his side Natures will pretended Loues title was my Mistresse rare perfection Of power to end this strife each makes election Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended But loue soone brought these thoughts into subiection By beauties troopes which on my Saint depended Yet since to rule the mind was Reasons duty On this condition it by loue was rendred That endlesse praise by reason should be tendred As a due tribute to her conquering beauty Reason was pleasde withall and to loues royalty He pledg'd my heart as hostage for his loyalty XVIII SONET That she hath greater power ouer his happinesse and life then either Fortune Fate or Stars LEt fate my Fortune and my stars conspire Ioyntly to poure on me their worst disgrace So I be gracious in your heauenly face I weigh not Fates nor Starres nor Fortunes yre T' is not the influence of heauens fire Hath power to make me blessed in my race Nor in my happinesse hath Fortune place Nor yet can Fate my poore lifes date expire T' is your faire eyes my Starres all blisse do giue T' is your disdaine my Fate hath power to kill T' is you my Fortune make me happy liue Though Fortune Fate and Starres conspire mine ill Then blessed Saint into your fauour take me Fortune nor Fate nor Stars can wretched make me XIX SONET Of his Ladies weeping VVHat neede I say how it doth wound my brest By fate to be thus rauisht from thine eyes Since your owne teares by me doth simpathize Pleading with slow departure there to rest For when with flouds of teares they were opprest Ouer those Iuory bancks they did not rise Till others enuying their felicities Did presse them forth that they might there beare rest Some of which teares prest forth by violence Your lips with greedy kissing straight did drinke And othersome vnwilling to part thence Inamour'd on your cheekes in them did sinke And some which from your face were forc'd away In signe of loue did on your garment stay XX. SONET He paints out his torment SWeete to my cursed life some fauour show Or let me not accurst in life remaine Let not my sences sence of life retaine Since sence doth only yeeld me sence of woe For now mine eyes only your frownes do know Mine eares heare nothing else but your disdaine My lips taste nought but teares and smell is paine Banisht your lips where Indian Odours grow And my deuoted heart your beauties slaue Feeles nought but scorne oppressions and distresse Made eu'n of wretchednesse the wretched caue Nay too too wretched for vild wretchednesse For euen sad sighs as loathing there to rest Struggle for passage from my griefe-swolne brest XXI SONET His sighs and teares are bootlesse I Haue intreated and I haue complayned I haue disprais'd and prayse I likewise gaue All meanes to win her grace I tryed haue And still I loue and still I am disdained So long I haue my tongue and Pen constrained To praise dispraise complaine and pitty craue That now nor
my Sunne eclipsed sendeth Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired Witnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies And breast with sighes like stormy winds neare riued O shine then once againe sweete Sunne on me And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire Whereof these raging Meteors framed be In my poore heart by absence of my faire So shalt thou prooue thy beames thy heate thy light To match the Sunne in glory grace and might XLII SONET Vpon sending her a gold ring with this Poesie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the loue which I you beare Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious when you shall it weare So my loues nature you shall vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My loue which ne're disloyall thought did staine Hath it no end so endlesse is my loue Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t is tride So doth my loue yet herein they dissent That whereas gold the more t' is purifide By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying XLIII SONET The hearts captiuitie MY cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue Draw backe said she your hopelesse loue from me Your worth requires a farre more worthy place Vnto your suite though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may be so my deere but as the Sunne When it appeares doth make the starres to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do runne All others quite out of my heart you banish The beames of your perfections shine so bright That straight-way they dispell all others light I. D. XLIIII SONET For her heart onely ONely sweete Loue afford me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory couers That they to me no beame of light impart Although they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeke of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweete content I am content that sweete content to lose If they sweet Will will not barre me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue Nor let it be the pledge of kindnesse more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet loue I aske not such bold fauours as before I beg but this afford me but thy heart For then I know thou wilt the rest impart XLV SONET BEst pleas'd she is when loue is most exprest And sometime saies that loue should be requited Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righted When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose heart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sunne yet still benighted By her despaire is blam'de and hope supprest She still denies yet still her heart consenteth She grants me all but that which I desire She fuell sends but bids me leaue the fire She lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish loue by reason of thy blindnesse I dye for want of loue yet kild with kindnesse XLVI SONET VVHen a weake child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernesse cannot sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his paine Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a dyet O I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weaknesse dead if I but take The pleasantest receit that art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake But ah faire God of Phisicke it may be But Phisick to my nurse would me recouer She whom I loue with beauty nurseth me But with a bitter mixture kils her louer Yet I assure my selfe I should not die If she were purged of her crueltie XLVII SONET WEre I as base as is the lowly plaine And you my loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend to heauen in honour of my loue Were I as high as heau'n aboue the plaine And you my loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottomes of the Mayne Whereso'ere you were with you my loue should go Were you the earth deere loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand eyes Till heau'n wax't blind and till the world were dun Where so'ere I am below or else aboue you Where so'ere you are my heart shall truly loue you XLVIII SONET THe Poet◠faine that when the world began Both sexes in one body did remaine Till loue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this diuision he the heart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the heart That if there were a reuniting euer Each part might know which was his counterpart See then deere loue th' indenture of my heart And reade the cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your heart be not the counterpart Of my true hearts indented chast desire And if it be so may it euer be Two hearts in one twixt you my loue and me I. S. XLIX SONET Loues seuen deadly sinnes MIne eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First proud sith it presum'd to looke so hie A watchman being made stood gazing by 2. And Idle tooke no heed till I was caught 3. And Enuious beares enuy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nie 4. To kill my heart mine eye let in her eye And so content gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue From her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. Vnchast a bawd betweene my heart and loue 7. A glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damn'd in loues sweete fire L. SONET To two most Honor 〈◊〉 and vertuous Ladies and Sisters the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland the Ladie Anne Countesse of Warwicke YE Sister-Muses do not you repine That I two Sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truly rare Then the whole troope of all the heau'nly nine But if ye aske me which is more diuine I answere like to their twin eies they are Of which each is more bright then brightest starre Yet neither doth more bright then other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious tongues take pleasure to speake well How should I you command sith either one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The on ly praise I can you giue is this That one of you like to the other is H. C. LI. SONET To my Lord the Prince DEareling of these of future times the glory Branch royall sprung from many a regall stemme On whose faire structure written is the story Of
then he That shines at noone in Summer tide Hast giuen me light and powre to see With perfect skill my sight to guide Till now I liu'd as blind as Mole That hides her head in earthly hole I heard the praise of beauties grace Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill I gaz'd on many a louely face Yet found I none to bind my will Which made me thinke that beauty bright Was noting else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my sight I blush to thinke I was so blind Thy flaming eyes afford me light That beauties blaze each where I find And yet these Dames that shine so bright Are but the shadow of thy light XXX CANZONET Death in loue MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are dry My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voyce is hoarse and can no longer cry My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburd'ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she cals in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begun In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse depart and let me dye Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the sky And make thee scorne blind fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thee entertaine Desire and Fortune with despight haue slaine My Lady dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of me Then good my Muse flie backe to heau'n againe And let me dye to end this endlesse paine XXXI CANZONET Breake heauy heart BReake heauy heart and rid me of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vaine by night with teares I wast away Away I wast with teares by night in vaine Teares sighes by night by day encrease this paine Mine eyes no eyes but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but floods to moyst my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My smart my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blinde dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griefe And yet my teares though dride runne downe amaine And yet my heart though spent attends reliefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting cry in vaine breake heauy heart XXXII CANZONET Desires gouernment WHere wit is ouer-ruld by will And will is led by fond desire There reason were as good be still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The heart must rule the head obay What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When he that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list pe force So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne XXXIII CANZONET Loues properties TWixt heat and cold t'wixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife I liue in death in cold I fry Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead First burning heate sets all on fire Whereby I seeme in flames to fry Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lye Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate â—o end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despaire to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright XXXIIII CANZONET Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care If needs I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot dye If nought but losse I reape in stead of gaine If lasting paine do euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusde sometime Now shut thine eares and my request deny Still must I liue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuo XXXV CANZONET The passionate Prisoner YE walls that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosd wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flye O shut your selues each chinke and creuisse straine That none but you may heare me thus complaine My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to heare but beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnesse of my paine As for my teares whose streames must euer last My silent couch shall drinke them vp as fast XXXVI CANZONET Hopelesse desire soone withers and dyes THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Yet if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and dry No maruell though the branches dye While hope did liue within my brest No Winter storme could kill desire But now disdaine hath hope opprest Dead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote and spire was loue No sap beneath no life aboue And as we see the rootlesse stocke Retaine some sap and spring a while Yet quickly pâ—â—â—â— life lesse blocke Because the â—oâ—te doth life beguile Sâ— liues desiâ—â— which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is reft XXXVII CANZONET Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THE lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flye her spleene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Sâ—â—s haue their furges so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith is in the fewest words The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True hearts haue eyes and eares no tongues to speake They heare and see and sigh and then they breake XXXVIII CANZONET An answere to the first staffe that loue is vnlike in Beggars and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismires anger with the Lyons rage What is the buzzing flye where Eagles be A drop the sparke no Seas can Aetna swage Small is the heate in Beggars breasts that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings Who shrouds himselfe where slender haires cast shade
dreame The end of the Pastorals Of Elegies I. ELEGIE He renounceth his food and former delight in Musicke Poefie and painting SItting at boord sometimes prepar'd to eate If 't hap my mind on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth instead of pleasant meate And teares do moyst my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teâ—res that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might ro chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A sudden passion did my mind displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournefull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increas'd And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releas'de If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweet delights were wont to case my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but grones would come Out of my pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my mind remain'd By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me strain'd From forth mine eyes the bloud for colour came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my soule to please Adieu my songs that bred my eares delight Adieu sweete Muse that oft my mind didst ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow find II. ELEGIE For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour DEeare why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I' st that my Pock-hol'd face doth beauty lack No Your sweete Sex sweete beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefely raiseth I' st that my musk-lesse cloathes are pl ine and blacke No. What wise Lady loues fine noddies With poore clad minds and rich clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My true Heart which I present you Should more then pearle or gold content you I st that my verses want inuention rare No. I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely shew it I st that I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhor you Dwell still in court the place fit for you I st that you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No. Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I st that your fauours iealous eyes suppresse No. only vertue neuer sleeping Both your faire minds and bodies keeping I st that to many more I loue professe Goddesse you haue my hearts oblation And no Saint else lips inuocation No none of these the cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer III. ELEGIE To his Lady who had vowed virginity EV'n as my hand my Pen and paper layes My trembling hand my Pen from Paper stayes Least that thine eyes which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid cease to moue you So that I feare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth hope the same despaire mislikes What hope sets downe those lines despaire out strikes So that my nursing murthering Pen affords A graue and cradle to my new borne words But whilst as clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad dispaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conqu'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature proffers Then either vniust beauty is to blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'd then nature is vniust Vniustly then nature hath hearts created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattring them with a faire seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deede did passe But it with wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdued Or making each mans heart your beauties thra ' You be enioye'd of no one at all For as the Lyons strength to seaze his pray And fearefull hearts light-foote to runne away Are as an idle talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue beauties bonds to shew By which mens eyes engaged hearts do owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raine But if these reasons being vainely spent You fight it out to the last argument Tell me but how one body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whilst mutually at strife they doe impeach The glasse and lustre proper vnto each So where one body ioyntly do inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both allegeance and command For selfe deuided Kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth thar And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste beauty so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night bereaue Fruitlesse affections endlesse threed is spunne At one selfe instant twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A marble heart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning eyes Deaths sable dart and Cupids arrow flyes Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy streames where each doth reigne as King Let tyrant chastities vsurped throne Be made the seate of beauties grace alone And let your beauty be with this suffie'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Blood-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest Conquerors doe townes desire On honorable termes and not with fire IIII. ELEGIE Her praise is in her want Shee onely is the pride of natures skill In none but her all graces friendlie meete In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancy vnder feete Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo V. ELEGIE Of
light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Goe change thy bow and get a stronger Goe breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait'st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catenas XXV ODE The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must dye Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she cry Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of Loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne In stead of learned verse his tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire XXVI ODE Three Odes translated out af Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for runes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worrhies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell XXVII ODE A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horses hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lyons teeth his strength disclose The fish by swimming scapes the wheele The bird by flight the Fowlers net With wisedome man is arm'd as steele From women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword a trusty shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beauty yeeld XXVIII ODE OF late what time the Beare turn'd round At midnight in her woâ—â—ed way And men of all sorts slept full sound Orecome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whose theâ—e quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth qâ—â—th he Dâ—ng wet with â—ainâ—â—s moonlesse night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the doore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged Boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my Bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet wil◠〈◊〉 â—oue too slack for me He said and 〈◊〉 bow and shot And weighty 〈…〉 heart The wound was â—ore and â—â—ging hot The heate like fieâ—y 〈◊〉 my â—â—art Mine Hhoast quoth he my sâ—â—ng is well And laught so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine XXIX ODE Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue to each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull a horne the Horse a hoofe The light-hoofe hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flye where they list The fish swimmes safe in water deep The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it be The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue When each desired it to haue XXX ODE Anacreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To dry his plumes I heard the Boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire Fâ—ying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his back Doubting the Boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wrack But what I fear'd did me poore wretch betide And forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quick and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procur'd a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drye But left the Arrow sticking in my brest Therefore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest XXXI ODE That time and absence proues Rather helps then hurts to loues ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against my strength Distance and length Do what you can for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and time doth settle Who loues a Mistresse of such quality He soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time place and all mortality To hearts that cannot vary Absence is present time doth tarry My sences want their outward motions Which now within Reason doth win Redoubled in her secret notions Like rich men that take pleasure In hiding more then handling Treasure By absence this good meanes I gaine That I can catch her Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine There I imbrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her XXXII ODE Of Cinthia THe ancient readers of heauens booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To be transitory This the learned only knew But now all men find it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and seas she rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe old and perish Only time which all doth mow Her alone doth cherish Times yong houres attend her still And her eyes and cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beauty All her louers old do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and duty The end of the fourth Booke THE FIFT BOOKE OF Epigrams and Epitaphs Of Epigrams Epigrams translated out of Martiall Ad Aelian 76. l. 1. Si memini fuerant tibi quatuor Aelia dentes Expuit vnta duos tussis vna duos Iam secura potes totis tussire diebus Nil
passed loue 112 Of the Sunne A Iewell being a Sun-shining c. 113 To his mistresse eyes 114 His hart araigned of theft c 115 Deadly sweetenesse 116 Ladies eyes fed Cupid for darts fire 116 Loues contrarieties 117 Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope 118 That he is vnchangeable 119 Vpon her absence 120 The louers absence kils me her presence c. 121 Faire face and hard heart 123 An Inuectiue against loue 124 Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lure 125 Carâ— wil not let him liue nor hope dye 126 In praise of the Sunne 127 Death in loue 128 Breake heauy heart 129 Desires gouernment 130 Loues properties 1â—1 Liuing death 132 The passionate Prisoner 132 Hopelesse desires soone withers dies 233 Naturall comparisons with perfect loue 134 Loue is not like in beggers and in Kings 134 To time 137 A hymn in praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of Musick 138 An hymn in praise of his Mistresse face 141 Vpon her palenesse 142 Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the Poxe 143 Of Corinâ—es singing 143 In the grace of wit tong and face 144 An inuectiue against women 145 Of loue gift 146 The anotomy of loue 147 Loue the only price of loue 148 D Death in loue 128 Description of loue 23 Desire of hope 133. 134 Desire hath coÌ„quered reuenge 86 Desires gouernement 130 Dialogues Between a louer and his Lady 57 Between a Louer and Cupid 189 Betweene a louer death and Cupid 190 Betweene a louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen brest 104 Betweene the louer and his heart 50. 129 Betweene the soule and the Body 56 In praise of Astraea 156 Didoes inscription 106 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Disdaines Altar sacrifice 55 Dispraise of a courtly life 152 Dispraise of louers folly 242 Deuine 1 Dozen of points 44 Diall 46 Deuises A Lottery before Queene Elizabeth 42 Inscriptions of Thesbe Orestes Aiax Romulus Fabritius Curio and Cato Vtican 47 to 50 Of the lightnesse of a Woman 50 A Dialogue betweene the louer his heart 50 A Dialogue betweene a louer death and loue 51 Phaleuciacks 52 Phaleuciacks 53 Phaleuciacks 54 An altar and sacrifice to disdaine 55 Vpon beginning without making an end 56 A Dialogue betweene the soule the body 56 Saphicks vpon the Passion of Christ 57 A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his Lady 57 Of mans fall in Adam and restoring by Christ 59 Elegies He renounceth his foode and former delight 196 For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour 197 To his Lady who vowed Virginity 199 Her Praise is in her want 202 Of a womans heart 202 Loues Embassie c 203 Eglogues Eglogue intituled Cuddy 175 Eglogue concerning old age 192 Epigrams Ad Alian 255 In Herm 256 De Mannella 256 De Milone 256 De Codro 257 Ad quintum 257 To poore Schollers 257 In Cinnam 258 To his friends 258 De Philone 258 Ad Pessimos coniuges 259 A rule for courtiers 259 On a painted Courtizan 259 In Aulam 259 For a looking glasse 260 On a limping Cuckold 260 On Crambo a lowzie shifter 260 In Asinium 260 In Quintum In Sabam 261 In Aulum 261 Epitaphs An Epitaph on King Henry the 3 King of France 265 An Epitaph on King Henry the 4 King of France 265 An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth 266 Epistles Sundry Epistles or letters in verse 662 F Fabritius Curio his Vertues 49 Face 141 145 Faire face and hard heart 123 Falling band 45 Fanne 46 Fortunes Wheeles 43 G Garden 21 Garters 45 Girdle 44 Glasse 144 Gloues 44 Gift 146 H Hand 110 Handkerchiefe 44 Hexameters to Sir Philip Sidney 262 Horace imitated 20 Hearts captiuity 93 Hymnes In praise of Musick 138 In praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of his mistresse face 141 I Of Aiax who kild himselfe 48 Of Cato Vtican who slew himself 49 Of Climennestra and her sonne Orestes 49 Of Dido 106 Of Fabritius curio 49 Of Romulus who was nursed by a she Wolfe 48 Of Thesbie 47 Inuectiue against loue 107. 124 Inuectiue against women 145 Inuerted rimes of loue 158 Ixion his torments 20â— K Kisse begged 208 Kisse receiued 209 King Henries Epitaph 265 Kniues 44 L Lace 4 Lawyer 2 Lenuoy in riming 53 Loue makes a man a Poet 84 Lottery presented before Queene Elizabeth 42 Lots 44 Loue enters by fame 87 Loue like childrens Physicke 87 Loue punishable with loue 71 Louers knot 216 Loue the only price of loue 148 Louers complaint 136 Loues contention 73 Loues contrarieties 117 Loues description 123 Loues discommodities 110 Loues dispraise and folly 242 Loue verball â—14 Loues naturall comparisons 134 Loues properties 131 Loues Embasie 203 Lye 100 M Maid 45 Married man 3 Marriners song speech 42 Maske 44. 66 Meditations on the frailty of mans life 27 Marchant 3 Madrigals He must loue her if he loue his life 205 That all happines is deriued from her 205 Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead 206 Vpon his departure 206 To Cupid 207 Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne health 208 He begs a kisse 208 Vpon a kisse receiued 209 Allusion to the confusion of Babel 209 To her hand vpon giuing him her gloue 210 Cupid proued a Fencer 210 He compares himself to a candle-flye 211 Answer to the question what loue is 211 Vpon his timerous silence in her presence 212 Vpon her long absence 212 Vpon her hiding her face from him 213 Vpon her heauty and inconstancy 213 In praise of her eyes 214 Verball loue 214 In praise of two 215 To his ladies garden being absent far from her 215 The true loues knot 216 In praise of his loue 217 N Necklace 46 Neptunâ—s praise 140 Nutmeg 46 O That only her beauty and voyce pleaseth him 218 Vpon her protestation of kind affection 219 His restlesse estate 220 His farewell to his mistresse 223 A Prosopopaeia wherein his heart c. 224 Vpon her giuing him backe the paper c. 225 Commendation of her beauty stature c 226 That each creature hath his abiding 227 His Lady to be condeÌ„ned c 228 A Dialogue betweene him and his heart 229 Wherein his Lady keepes his heart 231 The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires 232 Desire and hope 233 Vpon visiting his Lady by moon-light 234 The kind louers complaint 236 Vnhappy eyes 238 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Cupids marriage with dissimulation 240 Dispraise of Loue and louers follyes 242 To his Muse 243 To his heart 244 A defiance of disdainefull loue 146 The tombe of dead desire 247 Three Odes translated out of Anacreon 148 A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart 249 Anacreons second Ode 251 Anacreons third Ode 252 That time and absence proues ra-rather helps theÌ„ hurts to loues 253 Of Cinthia 254 P Petrarckâ— sonet Pace non trouo c. 108 Physitian 2 Poxs 143 Poesie of a Ring 44 Prayer book 45
Praise of a Beggers life 136 Praise of her eyes 73 Praise of Musicke 138 Praise of Sir Philip Sidney 262 Praise of the two countesses of Cumberland and Warwick 98 Purse 43 Twelue wonders of the world 1 Cupid makes a Nimph wound her selfe 15 A complaint of which al the staues end with the words of the first 17 A dialogue in imitation of Horace 20 Cupid shoots light but wounds sore 21. 22 A true description of loue 23 Of the first inhabiting this I le by Brute c 25 A Meditation on the frailty of this life 27 A Poesie to proue affection is not loue 29 A Louers request if hee hold his peace 30 A complaint for Iustice flight 30 A Poem in the nature of an Epitaph 31 Loues contentment 32 A Repentant Poem 34 Vnions Iewell 35 A Panegyricke to the King 38 Q Quatraine 105 R Repentant Poem 34 Reporting Sonet of praise 72 Ring plaine 44 Rings poesie 44 Roundelay very pretty in inuerted Rimes 158 S Saphicks vpon the Passion of Christ 57 Scarfe 45 Sicknesse 208 Sicknesse and recouery 89 Sizers Snufkin 45 Hee tells her how hee le hide his ioyes 62 Hee promiseth to loue as he is loued 63 To mistresse Diana 63 Dedication of these Rimes c 64 That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection 65 Vpon his absence from her 65 To Q. E. at a Maske 1594 66 To pitty 67 Vpon her acknowledging his desert 67 Her answer in the same 68 Vpō her cōmending his verses 69 To a worthy Lord now dead 70 He demands pardō for louing 70 Loue punishable 71 He calls his eares 72 Praise of her eyes 73 Contention of loue 73 That she hath great power ouer his life c. 74 Of his Ladies weeping 75 He paints out his torment 75 His sight teares are bootles 76 Her beauty makes him liue euen in despaire 77 Why her lips yeelds him no comfort 77 Comparison of his heart c 80 That he cānot leaue to loue c 81 He desires leaue to write c 81 That time hath no power to end his loue 82 Of the Moone c 83 That loue only made him a Poet. 84 Desire hath cōquered reuenge 86 To his eies for causing his pain 86 Vpon loues entering by the eare 87. 88 Of his own and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time 89 Another of her sicknesse and recouery 89 Allusion to Thaesus voyage 90 Vpon her secret looking out at a window as he past by 91 To his Mistresse c 92 To the Sunne c. 92 Vpon sending her a Ring c 93 The hearts captiuity 93 For her heart only 94 That his loue kils him with kindnesse 95 She only might cure him c 96 He expresseth his great loue vnto her 96 He wisheth both their hearts euer vnited 97 Loues seuen deadly sins 97 To two most honorable and vertuous Ladies and sisters c. 98 To my Lord the Prince 99 To the Lady Elizabeth c. 99 T Time cannot end or diminish loue 82 The meane estate is best 152 To Pitty 67 Tongue 144 V Vnions Iewell 35 Vranias answere 163 W Writing tables 45 Wit 144 Womens weight in Latine and English 60 Womens hearts and vnconstancy 145 Epithalmion vpon the spousals of W.A. and I.A. He who first did institute holy wedlock Knitting man and woman in happy bedlock Putting on their concupisence a holy fetlock Not to be broken Grant O grant ye grace to loue one another Like a Sister Christian and a brother So make the weaker of you a mother Loues happy token Another of the same Loue is foolery if it be not founded And on heauēly beauty chiefely grounded All deformity from the first sin runneth Al true beauty from our God only cōmeth With loues puritie him then only praise ye That by mercy he to himselfe may raise ye Hee 's the fountaine of all true perfect beauty And best meriteth all harts loue and duty Then send vp to him al your sighs gronings Then poure out to him all your teares and mournings And fixe only on him your ioyes and gladnesse For to ioy in earthly things is madnesse A short Contents of all the sixe Bookes contained In this volume c. The 1. book contayning Poems Deuises begins fol. 1. to folio 62. The 2 book of Sonets Canzonets begins folio 62. to follio 150. The 3. book of Pastorals Elegies begins folio 150. to folio 205. The 4. book of madrigalls Odes begins folio 205. to folio 255. The 5. book of Epigrams Epitaphs begins folio 255. to folio 266. The 6. book of Epistles begins folio 266 to 272. And Epithalmions begins before follio 1. THE FIRST BOOKE OF POEMS AND DEVISES I. POEM YET OTHER TWELVE WONders of the World by Sir Iohn Dauis I. The Courtier LOng haue I liu'd in Court yet learn'd not all this while To sel poore sutors smoke nor where I hate to smile Superiors to adore Inferiors to despise To flye from such as fall to follow such as rise To cloake a poore desire vnder a rich array Not to aspire by vice though t were the quicker way II. The Diuine My calling is Diuine and I from God am sent I will no chop-Church be nor pay my patron rent Nor yeeld to sacriledge but like the kind true mother Rather will loose all the child then part it with another Much wealth I will not seeke nor worldly masters serue So to grow rich far while my poore flock doth sterue III. The Souldier My occupation is the noble trade of Kings The tryall that decides the highest right of things Though Mars my Master be I doe not Venus loue Nor honour Bacchus oft nor often sweare by loue Of speaking of my selfe I all occasion shunne And rather loue to doe then boast what I haue done IIII. The Lawyer The Law my calling is my robe my tongue my pen Wealth and opinion gaine and make me Iudge of men The knowne dishonest cause I neuer did defend Nor spun out sutes in length but wisht and sought an end Nor counsell did bewray nor of both parties take Nor euer tooke I fee for which I neuer spake V. The Physition I study to vphold the slippery state of man Who dies when we haue done the best and all we can From practise and from bookes I draw my learned skill Not from the knowne receipt of Pothecaries bill The earth my faults doth hide the world my cures doth see What youth and time effects is oft ascribde to me VI. The Merchant My trade doth euery thing to euery land supply Discouer vnknowne coasts strange Countries to ally I neuer did forestall I neuer did ingrosse Nor custome did withdraw though I return'd with losse I thriue by faire exchange by selling and by buying And not by Iewish vse reprisall fraud or lying VII The Country Gentleman Though strange outlādish spirits praise towns country scorn The coūtry is my home I dwel where I was born There
profit and command with pleasure I pertake Yet do not Haukes and dogs my sole companions make I rule but not oppresse end quarrels not maintaine See towns but dwel not there t' abridge my charg or train VIII The Bacheler How many things as yet are deere alike to me The field the horse the dog loue armes or liberty I haue no wife as yet whom I may call mine owne I haue no children yet that by my name are knowne Yet if I married were I would not wish to thriue If that I could not tame the veriest shrew aliue IX The married man I only am the man among all married men That do not wish the Priest to be vnlinckâ—agen thogh my shoo did wring I wold not make my mone Nor think my neighbors chance more happy then mine own Yet court I not my wife but yeeld obseruance due Being neither fond nor crosse nor iealous nor vntrue X. The Wife The first of all our Sex came from the side of man I thither am returnd from whence our Sex began I doe not visite oft nor many when I doe I tell my mind to few and that in counsell too I seeme not sick in health nor sullen but in sorrow I care for somewhat else then what to weare to morrow XI The Widdow My husbaÌ„d knew how much his death would grieue me And therefore left me wealth to comfort and relieue me Though I no more will haue I must not loue disdaine Penelope her selfe did sutors entertaine And yet to draw on such as are of best esteeme Nor yonger then I am nor richer will I seeme XII The Maid I marriage would forsweare but that I heare men tell That she that dies a maid must leade an Ape in Hell Therefore if fortune come I will not mock and play Nor driue the bargaine on till it be driuen away Titles and lands I like yet rather fancy can A man that wanteth gold then gold that wants a man II. POEM A contention betwixt a Wife a Widdow and a Maide Wife WIddow well met whither goe you to day Will you not to this solemne offering go You know it is Astreas holy day The Saint to whom all hearts deuotion owe Widow Marry what else I purpos'd so to doe Doe you not marke how all the wiues are fine And how they haue sent presents ready too To make their offering at Astreas shrine See then the shrine and tapers burning bright Come friend and let vs first our selues aduance We know our place and if we haue our right To all the parish we must leade the dance But soft what means this bold presumptuous maid To goe before without respect of vs Your forwardnesse proude maide must now be staide Where learnd you to neglect your betters thus Maide Elder you are but not my betters here This place to maids a priuiledge must giue The Goddesse being a maid holds maidens deare And grants to them her owne prerogatiue Besides on all true virgins at their birth Nature hath sent a crowne of excellence That all the wiues and widdowes of the earth Should giue them place and doe them reuerence Wife If to be borne a maid be such a grace So was I borne and grac't by nature to But seeking more perfection to embrace I did become a wife as others doe Widow And if the maid and wife such honour haue I haue beene both and hold a third degree Most maides are Wardes and euery wife a slaue I haue my liuery sued and I am free Maid That is the fault that you haue maidens beene And were not constant to continue so The fals of Angels did increase their sinne In that they did so pure a state forgoe But Wife and Widdow if your wits can make Your state and persons of more worth then mine Aduantage to this place I will not take I will both place and priuiledge resigne VVife Why marriage is an honourable state VVidow And widdowhood is a reuerend degree Maid But maidenhead that will admit no mate Like maiestie it selfe must sacred be VVife The wife is mistresse of her family VVidow Much more the widdow for she rules alone Maide But mistresse of mine owne desires am I When you rule others wils and not your owne VVife Onely the wife enioyes the vertuous pleasure VVidow The widow can abstaine from pleasures known Maid But th' vncorrupted maid preserues such measure As being by pleasures wooed she cares for none VVife The wife is like a faire supported vine VVid. So was the widdow but now stands alone For being growne strong she needs not to incline Maide Maids like the earth supported are of none VVife The wife is as a Diamond richly set Maid The maide vnset doth yet more rich appeare VVidow The widdow a Iewell in the Cabinet VVhich though not worn is stil esteemd as deare VVife The wife doth loue and is belou'd againe Widow The widdow is awakt out of that dreame Maide The maids white minde had neuer such a staine No passion troubles her cleare vertues streame Yet if I would be lou'd lou'd would I be Like her whose vertue in the bay is seene Loue to wife fades with satietie Where loue neuer enioyed is euer greene Widow Then what 's a virgin but a fruitlesse bay Maide And what 's a widdow but a rose-lesse bryer And what are wiues but woodbinds which decay The stately Oakes by which themselues aspire And what is marriage but a tedious yoke Widow And what 's virginitie but sweete selfe-loue Wife And what 's a widdow but an axell broke Whose one part failing neither part can mooue Widow Wiues are as birds in golden cages kept Wife Yet in those cages chearefully they sing Widow Widdowes are birds out of those cages lept Whose ioyfull notes makes all the forrest ring Maide But maides are birds amidst the woods secure Which neuer haÌ„d could touch nor yet could take Nor whistle could deceiue nor baite allure But free vnto themselues doe musicke make Wife The wife is as the turtle with her mate Widow The widdow as the widdow doue alone Whose truth shines most in her forsaken state Maid The maid a Phoenix and is still but one Wife The wife 's a soule vnto her body tyed Widow The widdow a soule departed into blisse Maid The maid an Angell which was stellified And now t 'as faire a house descended is Wife Wiues are faire houses kept and furnisht well Widow Widdowes old castles voide but full of state Maide But maids are temples where the Gods do dwell To whom alone themselues they dedicate But marriage is a prison during life Where one way out but many entries be Wife The Nun is kept in cloyster not the wife Wedlocke alone doth make the virgin free Maid The maid is euer fresh like morne in May Wife The wife with all her beames is beautified Like to high noone the glory of the day Widow The widow like a milde sweet euen-tide Wife An office well supplide is like the
rest doth after trauell come That little prick the ioynt with paine doth numme What may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stickst not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroake espide Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwayes I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red still my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my wealth I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No maruell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera VII POEM A true description of Loue. Paraphrastcally translated out of Petrarkes 103. Sonnet beginning S. Amor non è the dunque è quel ch'io sento IF Loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A fained fire deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeede there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breede such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweete amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I fry Whence come these teares how chance I thus complaine If force perforce I beare this misery What helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and cry To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery Who will not helpe himself when wel he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry wayes And euery blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The steers man gone saile helme tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast Wisedome and folly is the lucklosse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally Wisedome too light folly of too great waight My Barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loth to dye VII POEM Vpon an Heroicall Poem which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyians MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweete delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharp swords 〈◊〉 â—â—â—ong Warre bloud and death were matter 〈◊〉 â—â—ng The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for warre quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose prayses he will write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his party-colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull heart Is this the hope on which my life is staid Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paid Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeed to warre inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my Muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue increast Of fairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy tryumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk't his wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best IX POEM Or a Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loathsome life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feeds on earth And stayes on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasure mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'd no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helps thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue X. POEM A Poesie to proue affection
royall Queene A franke and royall hand did beare And cast her fauors euery where Some toyes fell to my share which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King And the Song ended he vttred this short speech GGd saue you faire Ladies all and for my part if euer I be brought to answere my sinnes God for giue my sharking and lay vsury to my charge I am a Marriner and am now come from ihe sea where I had the fortune to light vpon these few tristes I must confesse I came but lightly by them but I no sooner had them but I made a vow that as they came to my hands by Fortune so I would not part with them but by Fortune To that end I euer since carried these Lots about me that if I met with fit company I might deuide my booty among them And now I thanke my good Fortunes I am lighted into the best company of the world a company of the fairest Ladyes that euer I saw Come Ladies try your fortunes and if any light vpon an vnfortunate Blanke let her thinke that Fortune doth but mock her in these tristes and meanes to pleasure her in greater matters The Lots 1 Fortunes Wheele FOrtune must now no more on triumph ride The wheeles are yours that did her Chariots guide 2 A Purse You thriue or would or may your Lots a Purse Fill it with gold and you are nere the worse 3 A Maske Want you a Maske heere Fortune giues you one Yet nature giues the Rose and Lilly none 4 A looking glasse Blinde Fortune doth not see how faire you be But giues a glasse that you your selfe may see 5 A Hankerchiefe Whether you seeme to weepe or weepe indeed This Hand-kerchiefe will stand you well in steed 6 A plaine Ring Fortune doth lend you hap it well or ill This plaine gold Ring to wed you to your will 7 A Ring with this Poesie As faithfull as I find Your hand by Fortune on this Ring doth light And yet the words do hit your humour right 8 A paire of Gloues Fortune these Gloues to you in challenge sends For that you loue not fooles that are her friends 9 A dozen of Points You are in euery point a louer true And therefore Fortune giues the points to you 10. A Lace Giue her the Lace that loues to be straightlac'd So Fortunes little gift is aptly plac'd 11 A paire of Kniues Fortune doth giue these paire of Kniues to you To cut the thred of loue if 't be not true 12 A Girdle By Fortunes Girdle you may happy be But they that are lesse happy are more free 13 A payre of writing Tables These Tables may containe your thoughts in part But write not all that 's written in your heart 14 A payre of Garters Though you haue Fortunes Garters you must be More staid and constant in your steps then she 15 A Coife and Crosse cloth Frowne in good earnest or be sick in iest This Coife and Crosse-Cloth will become you best 16 A Scarfe Take you this Scarfe bind Cupid hand and foote So loue must aske you leaue before hee shoote 17 A Falling Band. Fortune would make you rise yet guides your hand From other Lots to take the falling band 18. A Stomacher This Stomacher is full of windowes wrought Yet none through them can see into your thought 19 A paire of Sizzers These Sizzers do your huswifery bewray You loue to worke though you are borne to play 20. A Chaine Because you scorne loues Captiue to remaine Fortune hath sworne to leade you in a Chaine 21 Prayer Booke Your Fortune may prooue good another day Till Fortune come take you a booke to pray 22. A Snuftkin T is Summer yet a Snuftkin is your Lot But t' will be winter one day doubt you not 23. A Fanne You loue to see and yet to be vnseene Take you this Fanne to be your beauties skreene 24. A paire of Bracelets Lady your hands are fallen into a snare For Cupids manicles these Bracelets are 25 A Bodkin Euen with this Bodkin you may liue vnharmed Your beauty is with vertue so well armed 26 A Necklace Fortune giues your faire neck this lace to weare God grant a heauier yoke it neuer beare 27. A Cushinet To her that little cares what Let she wins Chance giues a little Cushinet to stick pinnes 28. A Dyall The Dyal's yours watch time least it be lost Yet they must lose it that doth watch it most 29 A Nutmeg with a blanke Parchment in it This Nutmeg holds a Blanke but chance doth hide it Write your owne wish and Fortune will prouide it 30 Blanke Wot you not why Fortune giues you no prize Good faith she saw you not she wants her eyes 31 Blanke You are so dainty to be pleasz'd God wot Chance knowes not what to giue you for a Lot 32 Blanke T is pitty such a hand should draw in vaine Though it gaine nought yet shall it pitty gaine 33 Blanke Nothing 's your Lot that 's more then can be told For nothing is more precious then gold 34 Blanke You faine would haue but what you cannot tell In giuing nothing Fortune serues you well Sir I.D. II. DEVICE Inscriptions Thesbe YE wofull Sires whose causelesse hate hath bred Griefe to your selues death to my loue and me Let vs not be dis-ioyn'd when we are dead Though we aliue conioyn'd could neuer bee Though cruell starres denide vs two one bed Yet in one tombe vs two intombed see Like as the dart was one and one the knife That did begin our loue and end our life Clytemnestra to her sonne Orestes comming to kill her for murthering his father Agamemnon HOld hold thy hand vile sonne of viler mother Death I deserue but O not by thy knife One parent to reuenge wilt thou kil tother And giues her death that gaue thee wretch thy life Furies will plague thy murthers execrable Stages will play thee and all mothers curse thee To wound this wombe or breast how art thou able When the one did beare thee and the other nurse thee AIAX THis sword is mine or will Laertes sonne Win this as he Achilles armour wonne This sword which you O Greeks oft bath'd haue known In Troian bloud I le now bath in mine owne This fearefull brest which all my enemies fierce Haue left vnpierst now I my selfe will pierce So men shall say Aiax to none did yeeld But t'Aiax selfe and Aiax Aiax kild ROMVLVS NO common wombe was fit me forth to bring But a pure virgin Priest child to a King No mortall father worthy was to breede me Nor humane milke was fierce enough to feed me Therefore the God of war by wonder bred me And a Shee-Wolfe by no lesse wonder fed me In fine the Gods because earth was too base T' entombe me dead did me in heauen place Fabritius Curio who refused gold of the Samnites and discouered to King Pyrrhus his
doth lurke Soule I shall be pure when so I part from thee Body So were I now but that thou stainest me XII DEVICE Saphickes vpon the Passion of Christ HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Scandalous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here He that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast Glory refusing Me that in bondage many sinnes retained He for his goodnes for his onely goodnesse Brought from hell torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his aide reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankfully singing XIII DEVICE A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more then mine in which I languish Nor more your heart is moued To end your griefe and mine so long time proued But if I yeeld and so your loue decreaseth Then I my louer lose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto A DEVISO De lapsu hominis in Adam PAuper amabilis venerabilis est benedictus Diues inutilis insatiabilis est maledictus Qui bona negligit mala diligit intrat abyssum Nulla potentia nulla pecunia liberat ipsum Irrâ—meabilis insattabilis illa vorago Hic vbi meâ—gitur horrida cernitur omnis imago Vir miserabilis Euaque flebilis hoc subierunt Hic cruciamina per sua crimina cum meruerunt Iussa Dei pia iussa salubria si tenuissent Vir neque foemina nec sua semina morte perissent Sed quia spernere iussaque soluere non timuere Mors grauis irruit hoc merito fuit periere Ianua mortis passio fortis orimen eorum Attulit orbi semina morbi tot que malorum Illa parentes atque sequentes culpa peremit Atque piarum deliciarum munus ademit Flebile satum dans cruciatum dansque dolorem Illa morenti perdere tanti regis honorem Est data saeuam causa per Euam perditionis Dum meliorem sperat honorem voce dracenis Hec male credens nos quoque laedens crimine magno Omnia tristi subdidit isti saecula damno Stirps miserorum plena dolorum postea creuit His quoque damnis pluribus annis subdita fleuit De restitutione hominis per Christum SEd Deus omnipotens qui verbo cuncta creauit Sic cecidisse dolens homines quos semper amauit Ipse suum verbum transmisit ad infima mundi Exulibus miseris aperire viam redeundi Filius ergo Dei descendit ab arce superna Nunquam descedens a maiestate paterna Qui corpus sumens animatum numine saluo Processit natus sacrae de virginis aluo Verus homo verusque Deus pius miserator Verus saluator nostraeque salutis amator Sponte sua moriens mortem moriendo peremit Et sic perpetua miseros a morte redemit Namque pia de morte resurgens vt Leo fortis Restituit vitam prostrato principe mortis Of the fall of man in Adam THE poore man belou'd for vertue approu'd rignt blessed is he Where couetous chuff who neuer hath enough accursed shall be Who goodnesse reiecteth and euill affecteth shall fall in the pit No plenty of pence shall free him from thence no power nor wit Both vnrepassable and vnsatiable that galph will appeare Imbog'd he shall be where nought he shall see but horror and feare Adam vnstable and Eue variable the very first time By falling from God deserued this rod O horrible crime For had they adhered to God and him feared by keeping his reede Then death had not come on the man or the woman or any their seede But when as the man from Gods will began basely to reuolt For his grieuous sinne death came rushing in and on him laid holt This was the great crime which at the first time by craft of the deuill Did bring in the seed of sicknesse and need and all other euill This was the sinne which first did begin our parents to kill And heauenly food prepared for our good did vtterly spill Vnhappy the fate which first such a state such sorrow did bring To him that had lost so much to our cost our heauenly King The credulous Eue t was she that did giue the cause of such euill Hoping that honor would come more vpon her deceiued by the deuill Beleeuing of him did make her to sinne to all our great losse For mankind e're sence receiued from hence an horrible crosse For all the Nations through all generations which after haue beene With griefe of their heart haue tasted the smart of that primitiue sinne Of the restoring of man by Christ BVt Ioue omnipotent all things by his word who created Grieuing man to be falne whose loue was in him so innated Sent from aboue his word for man to prepare a returning Thence where else had he lien through all eternity burning So Gods onely begotten Sonne came downe to redeeme vs Yet did he still himselfe his fathers glory beteeme vs. A body form'd with a soule to his diuinity taking And to be borne of a virgin his humanity making Borne very God very man he a man God mercifull holy Purchased our saluation was our Sauiour wholy For by his willing death he deaths selfe wholy defeated And so vs all from eternall death by death rebegetted From death againe rising he deaths Prince mightily maimed Whereby his owne from death to eternall life he regained The end of the first Booke THE SECOND BOOKE OF Sonets and Canzonets I. SONET WHen traitrous Photine Caesar did present With his great riuals honourable head He taught his eyes a streame of teares to shed Hiding in his false heart his true content And Hanniball when Fortunes ballance light Raiz'd low brought Rome and swaid proud Carthage downe While all but he bewail'd their yeelding town He laught to ease his swelling hearts despight Thus cunning minds can maske with diuers art Griefe vnder fained smiles Ioy vnder teares Like Hanniball I cannot hide my feares Setting cleare lookes vpon a cloudy heart But let me ioyes enioy Deere you shall try Caesar hid not his ioyes so well as I. II. SONET While Loue in you did liue I onely liu'd in you While you for me did burne for you alone I burned While you did sigh for me for you I sigh and mourned Till you prou'd false to me to you I was most true But since loue died in
griefe A liuing death an euer-dying life A breath of reasons law a secret thiefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot that euer hits Loue is a blinded God a way-ward Boy A laborinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue of beauties will a witlesse toy A rauenous bird a tyrant most vniust A burning heate in frost a flattring foe A priuate hell a very world of woe Yet mighty Loue regard not what I say Who in a trance do lie reft of my wits But blame the light that leades me thus astray And makes my tongue thus raue by frantike fits Yet hurt me not least I sustaine the smart Which am content to lodge her in my heart VIII CANZONET Petrarks Sonnet translated Pace non trouo non hodasar guera I Ioy not Peace where yet no war is found I feare and hope I burne yet freeze withall I mount to heauen yet lye stil on the ground I nothing hold yet I compasse all I liue her bond which neither is my foe Nor friend nor holds me fast nor lets me goe Loue will not let me liue nor let me dye Nor locks me fast nor suffers me to scape I want both eyes and tongue yet see I cry I wish for death yet after helpe I gape I hate my selfe yet loue another wight And feede on griefe in lieu of sweete delight At the selfe time I both lament and ioy I stil am pleas'd and yet displeased still Loue sometimes seemes a God somtimes a Boy Sometimes I sinke sometimes I swim at will Twixt death and life small difference I make All this deere Dame endure I for thy sake IX CANZONET He proues himselfe to endure the hellish torments of Tantalus Ixion Titius Sisyphus and the Belides IN that I thirst for such a Goddesse grace As wants remorse like Tantalus I die My state is equall to Ixions case Whose mangled limbs are turn'd continually In that my rolling toiles can haue no end Nor loue nor time nor chance will stand my friend In that my heart consuming neuer dies I feele with Titius an equall paine Vpon whose heart a vulture feeding lies In that I rise through hope and fall agine By feare like Silyphus I labour still To turne arowling stone against a hill In that I make my vowes to her alone Whose eares are deafe and will retaine no sound With Belides my state is all but one Which fill a Tub whose bottome is not sound Thus in my heart since loue therein did dwell Are all the torments to be found in hell X. CANZONET Loues discommodities WHere heate of loue doth once possesse the heart There cares oppresse the mind with wonders ill Wit runs awry not fearing future smart And fond desire doth ouer-master will The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke Nor ouer-watched eyes desire to winke Footsteps are false and wauering too and fro The pleasing flower of beauty fades away Reason retires and pleasure brings in woe And wisedome yeeldeth place to black decay Counsell and fame and friendship are contemn'd And bashfulâ— shame and Gods themselues condemn'd Watchfull suspect is linked with despaire Inconstant hope is often drown'd in feares What folly hurts Fortune cannot repaire And miserie doth swim in seas of teares Long vse of life is but a lingring foe And gentle death is only end of woe XI CANZONET Allegory of his Loue to a Ship THe Souldier worne with wars delights in peace The Pilgrime in his ease when toyles are past The ship to gaine the Port when stormes do cease And I reioyce discharg'd from loue at last Whom while I seru'd peace rest and land I lost With wars with toiles with storms worne tir'd tost Sweete liberty now giues me leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish Chance by lots rul'd euery thing How error was main saile each waue a teare The master loue himselfe deepe sighs were winde Cares row'd with vowes the Ship a pensiue mind False hope the healme oft turn'd the ship about And constant faith stood vp for middle mast Despaire the Cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Beauty was all the rocks but I at last Haue gain'd the the Port and now my loue is past XII CANZONET Execration of his passed loue I Curse the time wherein these lips of mine Did pray or praise the dame that was vnkind I curse my Inke my paper and each line My hand hath writ in hope to please her mind I curse her hollow heart and flattring eyes Whose â—lye deceits did cause my mourning cries I curse the sugred speech and Syrens song Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine care I cursse my foolish will that staid so long And ooke delight to bide twixt hope and feare I curse the houre wherein I first began By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man I curse the dayes that I haue spent in vaine In louing one vngratefull and vnkinde I curse the Bow and shafts that bred my paine And Loue I curse that Archer nak'd and blind But on that howre that my fond loue doth end Millions of blessings I will euer spend XIII CANZONET Of the Sunne A Iewell being a Sunne-shining vpon the Marigold closed in a heart of gold sent to his Mistresse named Mary THe Sunne doth make the Marigold to flowrish The sunnes departure make it droupe againe So golden Maries sight my ioyes do nourish But by her absence all my ioyes are slaine The sunne the Marigold makes liue and die By her the sun shines brighter so may I. Her smiles do glad the sunne and light the aires Reuiue my heart and cleare the cloudy skye Her frownes the aire make darke the Sunne to loure The Marigold to close my heart to dye By her the sunne the flowre the aire and I Shine and darken spread and close liue and dye You are the sunne you are the golden Mary Passing the Sunne in brightnesse gold in powre I am the flowre whom you do make to vary Flowrish when you smile droupe when you do lowre Oh let this heart of gold Sun and flowre Sill liue shine and spring in your hearts bowre XIIII CANZONET To her eyes FAine would I learne of thee thou murth'ring eye Whether thy glance be fire or else a dart For with thy looke in flames thou mak'st me fry And with the same thou strik'st me to the heart Pierst with thy lookes I burne in fire And yet those lookes I still desire The Flie that buzzeth round about the flame Knowes not poore soule she gets her death thereby I see my death and seeing seeke the same And seeking find and finding chuse to dye That when thy lookes my life haue slaine Thy lookes may giue me life againe Turne then to me those sparkling Eyes of thine And with their fiery glances pierce my heart Quench not my light least I in darkenesse pine Strike
streames with double force Where lockes or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweete sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere Which from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my burning paine But if my deere returne aliue and sound That these mine eies may see her beauty bright My heart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light She shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse XXIIII CANZONET The Louer absence kils me her presence cures me THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snow By strugling hard gets out her tender head And spies farre off from where she lies below The winter Sunne that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light Where heate is wanting to restore her might What doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with byting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the scent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and Prisnor both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may be My heart opprest with heauy frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deare to me Kild vp with cold and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater griefe So This be saw her louer through the wall And saw thereby she wanted that she saw And so I see and seeing want withall And wanting so vnto my death I draw And so my death were twenty times my friend If with this verse my hated life might end XXV CANZONET Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou flear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy dearest name which doth me still betray For grace sweete grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my smart Then since thou seest the life I lead in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest XXVI CANZONET An inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire betride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defa'st But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did show Loue is the streame whose waues so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetnesse liking win But as the deepe o'reflowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choaking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flattring lookes the louers life doe spill XXVII CANZONET Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute IN happy time the wished faire is come To fit my Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde Great pitty 't is so sweete a Lute be dumme That so can please the eare and ease the minde Go take thy choise and chuse the very best And vse them so that head and heart find rest Rest thou in ioy and let me waile alone My pleasant daies haue tane their last farewell My heart-strings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lye in pieces broke so small That scarce they serue to make me frets withall And yet they serue and binde my heart so straite That frets indeed they serue to fret it out No force for that in hope thereof I waite That death may rid me both of hope and doubt But death alas drawes backward all too long And I each day feele now increase of wrong XXVIII CANZONET Care will not let him liue nor hope let him dye MYy heauy heart which griefe and hope torment Beates all in vaine against my weary breast As if it thought with force to make a vent That death might enter to procure my rest But foolish heart thy paines are last I see For death and life both flie and follow thee When weight of care would presse me down with paine That I might sinke to depth of death below Hope lends me wings and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Boate which windes driue to the shore And tides driue backward where it was before Thus neither hope will let me die with care Nor Care consent that hope assure my life I seeke for life death doth his stroke prepare I come to death and life renewes my strife All as the shadow followes them that flie And flies from them that after it doe hie What is my hope that hope will faile at last And griefe get strength to worke his will on me Either the waxe with which hopes wings are fast By scalding sighes mine eies shall melted see Or else my teares shall wet the feathers so That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe XXIX CANZONET In praise of the Sunne THE Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light to see withall In vaine doth cast his beames away Where they are blind on whom they fall There is no force in all his light To giue the Mole a perfect sight But thou my Sunne more bright
He that beares heauen beares no such weight I trow Thenot. Hath he such skill in making all aboue And hath no skill to get or Wealth or Loue Perin Praise is the greatest prise that Poets gaine A simple gaine that feedes them ne're a whit The wanton Lasse for whom he bare such paine Like running water loues to change and flit But if thou list to heare a sorry fit Which Cuddy could in dolefull verse endite Blow thou thy pipe while I the same recite Thenot. Gin when thou list all be my skill but small My forward mind shall make amends for all Perin Ye Nimphs that bath your bodies in this spring Your tender bodies white as driuen snow Ye virgins chast which in this groue doe sing Which neither griefe of Loue nor death do know So may your streames run cleere for aye So may your trees giue shade alway Dâ—part a space And giue me place To waile with griefe my restlesse woe alone For feare my cryes Constraine your eyes To shed forth teares and help lament my mone And thou my Muse that whilome wont to ease Thy Mâ—sters mind with lâ—ies of sweete delight Now change those tunes no ioy my heart can please Gone is the day come is the darksome night Our Sunne close hid in clouds doth lie We liue indeed but liuing die No light we see Yet wander wee We wander farre and neare without a guide And all astray VVe loose our way For in this world n'is such a Sunne beside Ye shepheards boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheep feed safely round about Breake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld Sing now no more the songs of Colin Clout Lament the end of all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy VVilley is dead That wont to lead Our flockes and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could he sing VVell dance and spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nymphs from out their bowers How haue they laine the tender grasse along And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan Striuing with VVilly nothing wan Me thinkes I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden lockes his Lawrell Crowne And so to raise Our Willies praise Bedeckt his head and softly set him downe The learned Muses flocke to heare his skill And quite forgot their water wood and mount They thought his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies pipe they made account He song they seem'd in ioy to flow He ceast they seem'd to weepe for woe The rurall rout All round about Like Bees came swarming thicke to heare him sing Ne could they thinke On meate or drinke VVhile VVillies musicke in their eares did ring But now alas such pleasant mirth is past Apollo weepes the Muses rend their haire Mo ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathles corps lies on the beare That selfesame hand that rest his life Hath turn'd shepheards peace to strife Our ioy is fled Our life is dead Our hope our helpe our glory all is gone Our Poets praise Our happy dayes And nothing left but griefe to thinke thereon What Thames what Seuerne or what westerne Seas Shall giue me flouds of trickling teares to shed What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease O that mine eyes were fountaines in my head Ah Collin I lament thy case For thee remaines no hope of grace The best reliefe Of Poets griefe Is dead and wrapt full cold in filthy clay And nought remaines To ease our paines But hope of death to rid vs hence away Phillis thine is the griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with a true-loues knot addrest And all that eâ—st thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe wherof shal aye remaine The sun so bright That falls to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas our Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares about the bankes The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The Beasts vnfed goe mourning all in rankes The sunne denies the earth his light The spring is kil'd with winters might The flowers spill The Birds are still No voyce of ioy is heard in any place The Medowes greene A chang haue seene And florn hides her pale disfigured face Watch now ye shepheards Boyes with waking eye And loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing Vnhappy skill what good is got thereby But painted praise that can no profit bring If skill could moue the sisters three Our willie still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazed stood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both pipe and Skill The sisters spill So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flattring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rauening Wolues do ict in Weathers skin We deem'd our Willy aye should liue So sweete a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweete to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come ye Shepheards daughters come no more To heare the songs that Cuddy wont to sing Hoarse is my Muse my throat with crying sore These woods with eccho of my griefe doâ—ing Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reedes be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my Deâ—re All Pipe and song I vtterly forsweare Thenot. Alack and weladay may shepheards cry Our Willy dead our Collin kild with care Who shall not loath to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Aye how his ruefull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest our smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sorry looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that streem'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest To teares thou wouldst haue melted with the rest But hie we homeward night approacheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skyes appeare A. W. IX PASTORALL Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heard man sit by me And rune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnder neath this Willow tree To shield the hot Sun shine where I haue made my suÌ„mer bower For proose of Summer beame And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames Where gentle Daphne once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble heart behind That should her garland dight And she
I both night and day She to a candle runnes I to a light farre brighter then the Sunnes She neere at hand is fired I both neere hand and farre away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to be But I my burning and my death foresee XIIII MADRIGALL Answeres to her question what Loue was IF I hehold your Eyes Loue is a Paradice But if I view my hart T is an infernal smart XIIII MADRIGALL Vpon his timerous silence in her presence Are louers full of fire How comes it then my verses are so cold And how when I am nigh her And fit occasion wils me to be bold The more I burne the more I do desire The lesse I dare require Ah loue this is thy wondrous art To freeze the tongue and fire the heart XV. MADRIGALL Vpon her long absence IF this most wretched and most infernall anguish Wherein so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer-fill me As presently it kill me I will conclude hows'euer schooles deceiue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man XVI MADRIGALL Vpon her hiding her face from him Goe wayling Accents go With my warme teares and scalding teares attended T th' author of my woe And humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eyes Where he beholds his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you His heart wherein loues heauen you may view XVII MADRIGALL Vpon her beauty and Inconstancy VVHosoeuer longs to try Both loue and lealousie My faire vnconstant Lady let him see And he will soone a iealous louer be Then he by proofe shall know As I do to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heauen and in hell XVIII MADRIGALL THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindnesse So shall I blesse my blindnesse XIX MADRIGALL Verball loue IF loue be made of words as woods of trees Who more belou'd then I If loue be hot where true desire doth freeze Who more then she doth fry Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water dry Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees He liue that dead doth lye What else but blinde is he that nothing sees But deafe that heares no cry Such is her vowed loue to me Yet must I thinke it true to be XX. MADRIGALL In praise of two FAustina hath the fairer face And Phillida the better grace Both haue mine eye enriched This sings full sweetly with her voyce Her fingers make as sweet a noyse Both haue mine eare bewitched Ay me sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided XXI MADRIGALL To his Ladies garden being absent farre from her GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou thus to haue thy bowers Free'd from winter and still dressed With her faces heau'n-set flowers Happy too are those thy allies Where her faire feet deigne to tred Which departing earths low vallies Shall to the milky way be led Thy trees whose armes her embraced And whose fruit her lips do kisse In whose vertuous mind well placed The rare tree of knoweldge is Happy are so thy birds be Whom she taught to sing by art Who in heauenly harmony With the Angels beares a part Happy blest and fortunate Bowers Allies Trees and Birds But my most vnhappy state Farre surmounts all reach of words XXII MADRIGALL The True loues knot LOue is the linke the knot the band of vnity And all that loue do loue with their belou'd to be Loue only did decree To change his kind in me For though I lou'd with all the powers of my mind And through my restles thoghts their rest in her did find Yet are my hopes declin'd Sith she is most vnkind But since her beauties Sun my fruitlesse hope did breede By â—â—â—nce from that Sun I hop't to sterue that weede Though absence did indeed My hopes not sterue but feede For when I shift my place like to the stricken Deere I cannot shift the shaft which in my side I beare By me it resteth there The cause is not else where So haue I seene the sick to runne and turne againe As if that outward change could ease his inward paine But still alas in vaine The fit doth still remaine Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow For goodnes caus'd the loue which great respect did owe Respect true loue did show True loue thus wrought my woe XXIII MADIGALL MY loue in her attire doth shew her wit It doth so well become her For euery season she hath dressings fit For winter spring and summer No beauty she doth misse When all her Robes are on But beauties selfe she is When all her Robes are gone The end of the Madrigalls Of Odes I. ODE That only her beauty and voyce please him 1 PAssions may my iudgement bleare Therefore sure I will not sweare That others are not pleasing But I speake it to my paine And my life shall it mainetaine None else yeelds my heart easing 2 Ladies I do thinke there be Other-some as faire as she Though none haue fairer features But my turtle-like affâ—ction Since of her I made Election Scornes other fairest creatures 3 Surely I will not deny But some others reach as high With their sweete warbling voices But since her notes charm'd mine eare Euen the sweetest tunes I heare To me seeme rude harsh noyses II. ODE Vpon her protestation of kind affection hauing tryed his sincere fidelitie 1 LAdy you are with beauties so enriched Of body and of minde As I can hardly find Which of theÌ„ all hath most my heart bewitched 2 Whether your skin so white so smooth so tender Or face well form'd and faire Or heart ensnared haire Or dainty hand or legge and foote so slender 3 Or whether your sharpe wit and liuely spirit Where Pride can find no place Or your enchanting grace Or speech which doth true eloquence inherit 4 Most louely all and each of them do moue me More then words can expresse But yet I must confesse I loue you most because you please to loue me III. ODE His restlesse estate YOur presence breeds my anguish Your absence makes me languish Your sight with woe doth fill me And want of your sweete sight alas doth kill me If those deare eyes that burne me With milde aspect you turne me For life my weake heart panteth If frowningly my spirit and life bloud fainteth If you speake kindly to me Alas kind words vndoe me Yet silence doth dislike me And one vnkind ill word starke dead would strike me Thus sunne nor shade doth ease me Nor speech nor silence please me Fauours and frownes annoy me Both want and
your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite deny Mine eies so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are dry Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes Whilst that the stone roules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest Which breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue XVIII ODE Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beauty spy As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a fury needlesse He that hath it shall dye speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kill none whom loue hath fired XIX ODE Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with warre o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I dye that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away XX. ODE Cupids Marriage with disimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needs will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to show Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neare And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweete small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis XXI ODE Dispraise of Loue and Louers follyes IF loue be life I long to dye Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scâ—pes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which loue do entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight I ft hap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the meade Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala XXII ODE To his Muse REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred breast Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choyce What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voyce Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and scorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine XXIII ODE To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st in vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thought'st thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threed thy fancy spun Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pitty thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shun the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lye not still for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and dye Yet neuer feare to flye XXIIII ODE A defiance to disdainefull loue NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to mooue thy mind What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as