this base world vnto thy heauens hight Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy soueraine might Farre aboue feeble reach of earthly sight That I thereof an heauenly Hymne may sing Vnto the god of Loue high heauens king Many lewd layes ah woe is me the more In praise of that mad fit which fooles call loue I haue in th' heat of youth made heretofore That in light wits did loose affection moue But all those follies now I do reproue And turned haue the tenor of my string The heauenly prayses of true loue to sing And ye that wont with greedy vaine desire To reade my fault and wondring at my flame To warme your selues at my wide sparckling fire Sith now that heat is quenched quench my blame And in her ashes shrowd my dying shame For who my passed follies now pursewes Beginnes his owne and my old fault renewes BEfore this worlds great frame in which al things Are now containd found any being place Ere flitting Time could wag his eyas wings About that mightie bound which doth embrace The rolling Spheres parts their houres by space That high eternall powre which now doth moue In all these things mou'd in it selfe by loue It lou'd it selfe because it selfe was faire For faire is lou'd and of it selfe begot Like to it selfe his eldest sonne and heire Eternall pure and voide of sinfull blot The firstling of his ioy in whom no iot Of loues dislike or pride was to be found Whom he therefore with equall honour crownd With him he raignd before all time prescribed In endlesse glorie and immortall might Together with that third from them deriued Most wise most holy most almightie Spright Whose kingdomes throne no thought of earthly wight Can cōprehēd much lesse my trēbling verse With equall words can hope it to reherse Yet ô most blessed Spirit pure lampe of light Eternall spring of grace and wisedome trew Vouchsafe to shed into my barren spright Some little drop of thy celestiall dew That may my rymes with sweet infuse embrew And giue me words equall vnto my thought To tell the marueiles by thy mercie wrought Yet being pregnant still with powrefull grace And full of fruitfull loue that loues to get Things like himselfe and to enlarge his race His second brood though not in powre so great Yet full of beautie next he did beget An infinite increase of Angels bright All glistring glorious in their Makers light To them the heauens illimitable hight Not this round heauē which we frō hence behold Adornd with thousand lamps of burning light And with ten thousand gemmes of shyning gold He gaue as their inheritance to hold That they might serue him in eternall blis And be partakers of those ioyes of his There they in their trinall triplicities About him wait and on his will depend Either with nimble wings to cut the skies When he them on his messages doth send Or on his owne dread presence to attend Where they behold the glorie of his light And caroll Hymnes of loue both day and night Both day and night is vnto them all one For he his beames doth still to them extend That darknesse there appeareth neuer none Ne hath their day ne hath their blisse an end But there their termelesse time in pleasure spend Ne euer should their happinesse decay Had not they dar'd their Lord to disobay But pride impatient of long resting peace Did puffe them vp with greedy bold ambition That they gan cast their state how to increase Aboue the fortune of their first condition And sit in Gods owne seat without commission The brightest Angell euen the Child of light Drew millions more against their God to fight Th' Almighty seeing their so bold assay Kindled the flame of his consuming yre And with his onely breath them blew away From heauens hight to which they did aspyre To deepest hell and lake of damned fyre Where they in darknesse and dread horror dwell Hating the happie light from which they fell So that next off-spring of the Makers loue Next to himselfe in glorious degree Degendering to hate fell from aboue Through pride for pride and loue may ill agree And now of sinne to all ensample bee How then can sinfull flesh it selfe assure Sith purest Angels fell to be impure But that eternall fount of loue and grace Still flowing forth his goodnesse vnto all Now seeing left a waste and emptie place In his wyde Pallace through those Angels fall Cast to supply the same and to enstall A new vnknowen Colony therein Whose root from earths base groundworke shold begin Therefore of clay base vile and next to nought Yet form'd by wondrous skill and by his might According to an heauenly patterne wrought Which he had fashiond in his wise foresight He man did make and breathd a liuing spright Into his face most beautifull and fayre Endewd with wifedomes riches heauenly rare Such he him made that he resemble might Himselfe as mortall thing immortall could Him to be Lord of euery liuing wight He made by loue out of his owne like mould In whom he might his mightie selfe behould For loue doth loue the thing belou'd to see That like it selfe in louely shape may bee But man forgetfull of his makers grace No lesse then Angels whom he did ensew Fell from the hope of promist heauenly place Into the mouth of death to sinners dew And all his off-spring into thraldome threw Where they for euer should in bonds remaine Of neuer dead yet euer dying paine Till that great Lord of Loue which him at first Made of meere loue and after liked well Seeing him lie like creature long accurst In that deepe horror of despeyred hell Him wretch in doole would let no lenger dwell But cast out of that bondage to redeeme And pay the price all were his debt extreeme Out of the bosome of eternall blisse In which he reigned with his glorious syre He downe descended like a most demisse And abiect thrall in fleshes fraile attyre That he for him might pay sinnes deadly hyre And him restore vnto that happie state In which he stood before his haplesse fate In flesh at first the guilt committed was Therefore in flesh it must be satisfyde Nor spirit nor Angell though they man surpas Could make amends to God for mans misguyde But onely man himselfe who selfe did slyde So taking flesh of sacred virgins wombe For mans deare sake he did a man become And that most blessed bodie which was borne Without all blemish or reprochfull blame He freely gaue to be both rent and torne Of cruell hands who with despightfull shame Reuyling him that them most vile became At length him nayled on a gallow tree And slew the iust by most vniust decree O huge and most vnspeakeable impression Of loues deepe wound that pierst the piteous hart Of that deare Lord with so entyre affection And sharply launching euery inner part Dolours of death into his soule did
kindled flame in all their inner parts Which suckes the blood and drinketh vp the lyfe Of carefull wretches with consuming griefe Thenceforth they playne make ful piteous mone Vnto the author of their balefull bane The daies they waste the nights they grieue and grone Their liues they loath and heauens light disdaine No light but that whose lampe doth yet remaine Fresh burning in the image of their eye They deigne to see and seeing it still dye The whylst thou tyrant Loue doest laugh scorne At their complaints making their paine thy play Whylest they lye languishing like thrals forlorne The whyles thou doest triumph in their decay And otherwhyles their dying to delay Thou doest emmarble the proud hart of her Whose loue before their life they doe prefer So hast thou often done ay me the more To me thy vassall whose yet bleeding hart With thousand wounds thou mangled hast so sore That whole remaines scarse any little part Yet to augment the anguish of my smart Thou hast enfrosen her disdainefull brest That no one drop of pitie there doth rest Why then do I this honor vnto thee Thus to ennoble thy victorious name Since thou doest shew no fauour vnto mee Ne once moue ruth in that rebellious Dame Somewhat to slacke the rigour of my flame Certes small glory doest thou winne hereby To let her liue thus free and me to dy But if thou be indeede as men thee call The worlds great Parent the most kind preseruer Of liuing wights the soueraine Lord of all How falles it then that with thy furious feruour Thou doest afflict as well the not deseruer As him that doeth thy louely heasts despize And on thy subiects most doest tyrannize Yet herein eke thy glory seemeth more By so hard handling those which best thee serue That ere thou doest them vnto grace restore Thou mayest well trie if they will euer swerue And mayest them make it better to deserue And bauing got it may it more esteeme For things hard gotten men more dearely deeme So hard those heauenly beauties be enfyred As things diuine least passions doe impresse The more of stedfast mynds to be admyred The more they stayed be on stedfastnesse But baseborne mynds such lamps regard the lesse Which at first blowing take not hastie fyre Such fancies feele no loue but loose desyre For loue is Lord of truth and loialtie Lifting himselfe out of the lowly dust On golden plumes vp to the purest skie Aboue the reach of loathly sinfull lust Whose base affect through cowardly distrust Of his weake wings dare not to heauen fly But like a moldwarpe in the earth dothly His dunghill thoughts which do themselues enure To dirtie drosse no higher dare aspyre Ne can his feeble earthly eyes endure The flaming light of that celestiall fyre Which kindleth loue in generous desyre And makes him mount aboue the natiue might Of heauie earth vp to the heauens hight Such is the powre of that sweet passion That it all sordid basenesse doth expell And the refyned mynd doth newly fashion Vnto a fairer forme which now doth dwell In his high thought that would it selfe excell Which he beholding still with constant sight Admires the mirrour of so heauenly light VVhose image printing in his deepest wit He thereon feeds his hungrie fantasy Still full yet neuer satisfyde with it Like Tantale that in store doth steruedly So doth he pine in most satiety For nought may quench his infinite desyre Once kindled through that first conceiued fyre Thereon his mynd affixed wholly is Ne thinks on ought but how it to attaine His care his ioy his hope is all on this That seemes in it all blisses to containe In sight whereof all other blisse seemes vaine Thrise happie man might he the same possesse He faines himselfe and doth his fortune blesse And though he do not win his wish to end Yet thus farre happie he him selfe doth weene That heauens such happie grace did to him lend As thing on earth so heauenly to haue seene His harts enshrined saint his heauens queene Fairer then fairest in his fayning eye Whose sole aspect he counts felicitye Then forth he casts in his vnquiet thought What he may do her fauour to obtaine What braue exploit what perill hardly wrought What puissant conquest what aduenturons paine May please her best and grace vnto him gaine He dreads no danger nor misfortune feares His faith his fortune in his breast he beares Thou art his god thou art his mightie guyde Thou being blind letst him not see his feares But cariest him to that which he hath eyde Through seas through flames through thousand swords and speares Ne ought so strong that may his force withstand With which thou armest his resistlesse hand Witnesse Leander in the Euxine waues And stout AEneas in the Troiane fyre Achilles preassing through the Phrygian glaiues And Orpheus daring to prouoke the yre Of damned fiends to get his loue retyre For both through heauen hell thou makest way To win them worship which to thee obay And if by all these perils and these paynes He may but purchase lyking in her eye What heauens of ioy then to himselfe he faynes Eftsoones he wypes quite out of memory What euer ill before he did aby Had it bene death yet would he die againe To liue thus happie as her grace to gaine Yet when he hath found fauour to his will He nathemore can so contented rest But forceth further on and striueth still T' approch more neare till in her inmost brest He may embosomd bee and loued best And yet not best but to be lou'd alone For loue can not endure a Paragone The feare whereof ô how doth it torment His troubled mynd with more then hellish paine And to his fayning fausie represent Sights neuer seene and thousand shadowes vaine To breake his sleepe and waste his ydle braine Thou that hast neuer lou'd canst not beleeue Least part of th'euils which poore louers greeue The gnawing enuie the hart-fretting feare The vaine surmizes the distrustfull showes The false reports that flying tales doe beare The doubts the daungers the delayes the woes The fayned friends the vnassured foes With thousands more then any tongue can tell Doe make a louers life a wretches hell Yet is there one more cursed then they all That cancker worme that monster Gelosie Which eates the hart and feedes vpon the gall Turning all loues delight to miserie Through feare of loosing his felicitie Ah Gods that euer ye that monster placed In gentle loue that all his ioyes defaced By these ô Loue thou doest thy entrance make Vnto thy heauen and doest the more endeere Thy pleasures vnto those which them partake As after stormes when clouds begin to cleare The Sunne more bright glorious doth appeare So thou thy folke through paines of Purgatorie Dost beare vnto thy blisse and heauens glorie There thou them placest in a Paradize Of all delight and ioyous happie rest Where they doe feede
dight With chearefull grace and amiable sight For of the soule the bodie forme doth take For soule is forme and doth the bodie make Therefore where euer that thou doest behold A comely corpse with beautie faire endewed Know this for certaine that the same doth hold A beauteous soule with faire conditions thewed Fit to receiue the seede of vertue strewed For all that faire is is by nature good That is a signe to know the gentle blood Yet oft it falles that many a gentle mynd Dwels in deformed tabernacle drownd Either by chaunce against the course of kynd Or through vnaptnesse in the substance fownd Which it assumed of some stubborne grownd That will not yield vnto her formes direction But is perform'd with some foule imperfection And oft it falles ay me the more to rew That goodly beautie albe heauenly borne Is foule abusd and that celestiall hew Which doth the world with her delight adorne Made but the bait of sinne and sinners scorne Whilest euery one doth seeke and sew to haue it But euery one doth seeke but to depraue it Yet nathemore is that faire beauties blame But theirs that do abuse it vnto ill Nothing so good but that through guilty shame May be corrupt and wrested vnto will Nathelesse the soule is faire and beauteous still How euer fleshes fault it filthy make For things immortall no corruption take But ye faire Dames the worlds deare ornaments And liuely images of heauens light Let not your beames with such disparagements Be dimd and your bright glorie darkned quight But mindfull still of your first countries sight Doe still preserue your first informed grace Whose shadow yet shynes in your beauteous face Loath that foule blot that hellish fierbrand Disloiall lust faire beauties foulest blame That base affectiōs which your eares would bland Commend to you by loues abused name But is indeede the bondslaue of defame Which will the garland of your glorie marre And quēch the light of your bright shyning starre But gentle Loue that loiall is and trew Will more illumine your resplendent ray And adde more brightnesse to your goodly hew From light of his pure fire which by like way Kindled of yours your likenesse doth display Like as two mirrours by opposd reflexion Doe both expresse the faces first impression Therefore to make your beautie more appeare It you behoues to loue and forth to lay That heauenly riches which in you ye beare That men the more admyre their fountaine may For else what booteth that celestiall ray If it in darknesse be enshrined euer That it of louing eyes be vewed neuer But in your choice of Loues this well aduize That likest to your selues ye them select The which your forms first sourse may sympathize And with like beauties parts be inly deckt For if you loosely loue without respect It is no loue but a discordant warre Whose vnlike parts amongst themselues do iarre For Loue is a celestiall harmonie Of likely harts composd of starres concent Which ioyne together in sweete sympathie To worke ech others ioy and true content Which they haue harbourd since their first descēt Out of their heauenly bowres where they did see And know ech other here belou'd to bee Then wrong it were that any other twaine Should in loues gentle band combyned bee But those whom heauen did at first ordaine And made out of one mould the more t' agree For all that like the beautie which they see Streight do not loue for loue is not so light As streight to burne at first beholders sight But they which loue indeede looke otherwise With pure regard and spotlesse true intent Drawing out of the obiect of their eyes A more refyned forme which they present Vnto their mind voide of all blemishment Which it reducing to her first perfection Beholdeth free from fleshes frayle infection And then conforming it vnto the light Which in it selfe it hath remaining still Of that first Sunne yet sparckling in his sight Thereof he fashions in his higher skill An heauenly beautie to his fancies will And it embracing in his mind entyre The mirrour of his owne thought doth admyre Which seeing now so inly faire to be As outward it appeareth to the eye And with his spirits proportion to agree He thereon fixeth all his fantasie And fully setteth his felicitie Counting it fairer then it is indeede And yet indeede her fairenesse doth exceede For louers eyes more sharply sighted bee Then other mens and in deare loues delight See more then any other eyes can see Through mutuall receipt of beames bright Which carrie priuie message to the spright And to their eyes that inmost faire display As plaine as light discouers dawning day Therein they see through amorous eye-glaunces Armies of loues still flying too and fro Which dart at them their litle fierie launces Whom hauing wounded backe againe they go Carrying compassion to their louely foe Who seeing her faire eyes so sharpe effect Cures all their sorrowes with one sweete aspect In which how many wonders doe they reede To their conceipt that others neuer see Now of her smiles with which their soules they feede Like Gods with Nectar in their bankets free Now of her lookes which like to Cordials bee But when her words embassade forth she sends Lord how sweete musicke that vnto them lends Sometimes vpon her forhead they behold A thousand Graces masking in delight Sometimes within her eye-lids they vnfold Ten thousand sweet belgards which to their sight Doe seeme like twinckling starres in frostie night But on her lips like rosy buds in May So many millions of chaste pleasures play All those ô Cytherea and thousands more Thy handmaides be which do on thee attend To decke thy beautie with their dainties store That may it more to mortall eyes commend And make it more admyr'd of foe and frend That in mens harts thou mayst thy throne enstall And spred thy louely kingdome ouer all Then Iotryumph ô great beauties Queene Aduance the banner of thy conquest hie That all this world the which thy vassals beene May draw to thee and with dew fealtie Adore the powre of thy great Maiestie Singing this Hymne in honour of thy name Compyld by me which thy poore liegeman am In lieu whereof graunt ô great Soueraine That she whose conquering beautie doth captiue My trembling hart in her eternall chaine One drop of grace at length will to me giue That I her bounden thrall by her may liue And this same life which first fro me she reaued May owe to her of whom I it receaued And you faire Venus dearling my deare dread Fresh flowre of grace great Goddesse of my life Whē your faire eyes these fearefull lines shal read Deigne to let fall one drop of dew reliefe That may recure my harts long pyning griefe And shew what wōdrous powre your beauty hath That can restore a damned wight from death FINIS AN HYMNE OF HEAVENLY LOVE LOue lift me vp vpon thy golden wings From
dart Doing him die that neuer it deserued To free his foes that from his heast had swerued What hart can feele least touch of so sore launch Or thought can think the depth of so deare wound Whose bleeding sourse their streames yet neuer staunch But stil do flow freshly still redound To heale the sores of sinfull soules vnsound And clense the guilt of that infected cryme Which was enrooted in all fleshly slyme O blessed well of loue ô floure of grace O glorious Morning starre ô lampe of light Most liuely image of thy fathers face Eternall King of glorie Lord of might Meeke lambe of God before all worlds behight How can we thee requite for all this good Or what can prize that thy most precious blood Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this loue But loue of vs for guerdon of thy paine Ay me what can vs lesse then that behone Had he required life of vs againe Had it beene wrong to aske his owne with gaine He gaue vs life he it restored lost Then life were least that vs so litle cost But he our life hath left vnto vs free Free that was thrall and blessed that was band Ne ought demaunds but that we louing bee As he himselfe hath lou'd vs afore hand And bound therto with an eternall band Him first to loue that vs so dearely bought And next our brethren to his image wrought Him first to loue great right and reason is Who first to vs our life and being gaue And after when we fared had amisse Vs wretches from the second death did saue And last the food of life which now we haue Euen himselfe in his deare sacrament To feede our hungry soules vnto vs lent Then next to loue our brethren that were made Of that selfe mould and that selfe makers hand That we and to the same againe shall fade Where they shall haue like heritage of land How euer here on higher steps we stand Which also were with selfe same price redeemed That we how euer of vs light esteemed And were they not yet since that louing Lord Commaunded vs to loue them for his sake Euen for his sake and for his sacred word Which in his last bequest he to vs spake We should them loue with their needs partake Knowing that whatsoere to them we giue We giue to him by whom we all doe liue Such mercy he by his most holy reede Vnto vs taught and to approue it trew Ensampled it by his most righteous deede Shewing vs mercie miserable crew That we the like should to the wretches shew And loue our brethren thereby to approue How much himselfe that loued vs we loue Then rouze thy selfe ô earth out of thy soyle In which thou wallowest like to filthy swyne And doest thy mynd in durty pleasures moyle Vnmindfull of that dearest Lord of thyne Lift vp to him thy heauie clouded eyne That thou his soueraine bountie mayst behold And read through loue his mercies manifold Beginne from first where he encradled was In simple cratch wrapt in a wad of hay Betweene the toylefull Oxe and humble Asse And in what rags and in how base aray The glory of our heauenly riches lay When him the silly Shepheards came to see Whom greatest Princes sought on lowest knee From thence reade on the storie of his life His humble carriage his vnfaulty wayes His cancred foes his fights his toyle his strife His paines his pouertie his sharpe assayes Through which he past his miserable dayes Offending none and doing good to all Yet being malist both of great and small And looke at last how of most wretched wights He taken was betrayd and false accused How with most scornefull taunts fell despights brused He was reuyld disgrast and foule abused How scourgd how crownd how buffeted how syde And lastly how twixt robbers crucifyde With bitter wounds through hands through feet Then let thy flinty hart that feeles no paine Empierced be with pittifull remorse And let thy bowels bleede in euery vaine At sight of his most sacred heauenly corse So torne and mangled with malicious forse And let thy soule whose sins his sorrows wrought Melt into teares and grone in grieued thought With sence whereof whilest so thy softened spirit Is inly toucht and humbled with meeke zeale Through meditation of his endlesse merit Lift vp thy mind to th' author of thy weale And to his soueraine mercie doe appeale Learne him to loue that loued thee so deare And in thy brest his blessed image beare With all thy hart with all thy soule and mind Thou must him loue and his beheasts embrace All other loues with which the world doth blind Weake fancies and stirre vp affections base Thou must renounce and vtterly displace And giue thy selfe vnto him full and free That full and freely gaue himselfe to thee Then shalt thou feele thy spirit so possest And rauisht with deuouring great desire Of his deare selfe that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with loue and set thee all on fire With burning zeale through euery part entire That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight But in his sweet and amiable sight Thenceforth all worlds desire will in thee dye And all earthes glorie on which men do gaze Seeme durt and drosse in thy pure sighted eye Compar'd to that celestiall beauties blaze Whose glorious beames all fleshly sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light Blinding the eyes and lumining the spright Then shall thy rauisht soule inspired bee With heauēly thoughts farre aboue humane skil And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainely see Th'Idee of his pure glorie present still Before thy face that all thy spirits shall fill With sweete enragement of celestiall loue Kindled through sight of those faire things aboue FINIS AN HYMNE OF HEAVENLY BEAVTIE RApt with the rage of mine own rauisht thought Through cōtemplation of those goodly sights And glorious images in heauen wrought Whose wōdrous beauty breathing sweet delights Do kindle loue in high conceipted sprights I faine to tell the things that I behold But feele my wits to faile and tongue to fold Vouchsafe then ô thou most almightie Spright From whom all guifts of wit and knowledge flow To shed into my breast some sparkling light Of thine eternall Truth that I may show Some litle beames to mortall eyes below Of that immortall beautie there with thee Which in my weake distraughted mynd I see That with the glorie of so goodly sight The hearts of men which fondly here admyre Faire seeming shewes and feed on vaine delight Transported with celestiall desyre Of those faire formes may lift themselues vp hye◠And learne to loue with zealous humble dewty Th' eternall fountaine of that heauenly beauty Beginning then below with th' easie vew Of this base world subiectro fleshly eye From thence to mount aloft by order dew To contemplation of th' immortall sky Of the soare faulcon so I learne to fly That flags awhile her fluttering wings
eye-lids more Ne shall with rest refresh my fainting sprights Nor failing force to former strength restore But I will wake and sorrow all the night With Philumene my fortune to deplore With Philumene the partner of my plight And euer as I see the starre to fall And vnder ground to goe to giue them light Which dwell in darknesse I to mind will call How my faire Starre that shind on me so bright Fell sodainly and faded vnder ground Since whose departure day is turned to night And night without a Venus starre is found But soone as day doth shew his deawie face And cals foorth men vnto their toylsome trade I will withdraw me to some darkesome place Or some deere came or solitarie shade There will I sigh and sorrow all day long And the huge burden of my cares vn lade Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong 7 Henceforth mine eyes shall neuer more behold Faire thing on earth ne feed on false delight Of ought that framed is of mortall mould Sith that my fairest flower is faded quight For all I see is vaine and transitorie Ne will be held in any stedfast plight But in a moment loose their grace and glorie And ye fond men on fortunes wheele that ride Or in ought vnder heauen repose assurance Be it riches beautie or honours pride Be sure that they shall haue no long endurance But ere ye be aware will flit away For nought of them is yours but th' only vsance Of a small time which none ascertaine may And ye true Louers whom desastrous chaunce Hath farre exiled from your Ladies grace To mourne in sorrow and sad sufferaunce When ye doe heare me in that desert place Lamenting loud my Daphnes Elegie Helpe me to waile my miserable case And when life parts vouchsafe to close mine eye And ye more happie Louers which enioy The presence of your dearest loues delight When ye doe heare my sorrowfull annoy Yet pittie me in your empassiond spright And thinke that such mishap as chaunst to me May happen vnto the most happiest wight For all mens states alike vnstedfast be And ye my fellow Shepheards which do feed Your carelesse flockes on hils and open plaines With better fortune than did me succeed Remember yet my vndeserued paines And when ye heare that I am dead or slaine Lament my lot and tell your fellow swaines That sad Alcyon dyde in lifes disdaine And ye faire Damsels Shepheards deare delights That with your loues do their rude hearts possesse When as my hearse shall happen to your sightes Vouchsafe to deck the same with Cyparesse And cuer sprinckleb rackish teares among In pitie of my vndeseru'd distresse The which I wretch endured haue thus long And ye poore Pilgrimes that with resslesse toyle Wearie your selues in wandring desert wayes Till that you come where ye your vowes assoyle When passing by ye reade these wosfull layes On my graue written rue my Daphnes wrong And mourne for me that languish out my dayes Cease Shepheard cease and end thy vndersong Thus when he ended had his heauie plaint The heauiest plaint that euer I heard found His cheekes wext pale and sprights began to faint As if againe he would haue fallen to ground Which when I saw I stepping to him light Amooued him out of his stonie swound And gan him to recomfort as I might But he no waie recomforted would be Nor suffer solace to approach him me But casting vp asdeinfull eie at me That in his tramce I would not loth him lie Did rend his haire and beat his blubbred face As one disposed wilfullie to die That I sore grieu'd to see his wretched â—ase Tho when the pang was somewhat ouerpast And the outragious passion nigh appeased I him desyrde sith daie was ouercast And darke night fast approched to be pleased To turne aside vnto my Cabinet And staie with me till he were better eased Of that strong stownd which him so sore beset But by no meanes I could him win thereto Ne longer him intreate with me to staie But without taking leaue he foorth did goe With staggring pace and dismall lookes dismay As if that death he in the face had seene Or hellish hags had met vpon the way But what of him became I cannot weene FINIS