fierâ—… His good deserts are houlden in despite And rancor doth his cruell fate conspire So Ielosie still breedeth base suspect Whose fruitelesse feare there owne good name deteâ—…t Sonetto 25 IF Argus with his hundred eyes did watch In vaine when oft loue did his cunning blynde Who doubtes but shee that meanes to make a match For to performe both time and place can finde And to abridge a woman of her will Is to powre oyle in fieâ—… to quench the flame For then far more she is inclined still Though once despisd againe to seeke the same Loue doth commaund and it must be obayde The sacred deitie of the god is much Whose maiestie makes louers oft afrayde That to his shrine with bended knee they crutch This is the cause let women beare no blame Who would not play if they did like the game Sonetto 26 VVHeare true desire in simpathie of minde Hath ioin'd the heartes with APHRODITES delight There louing zeale to swete aspect inclin'd Will finde a time in spite of fortunes might ARGVS forefight whose wake-full heedie eyes Seeke to preuent the wynged Gods commaunde Is all to weake his charmes for to surprise Gainst whose resolue his cuning could not stande Yet if in Delphos sleepie laye the God Authoritie gainst Hundreth eies had fayld But MERCVRIE with his enchaunting rod Brought all a sleepe when Argus Ioue assayld Then since such happâ—… to watching is assign'd Nothinge is harde where willing is the minde Sonetto 27 Daungers altered delayes in loue THe heart inthraul'd with loues â—…ttractiue force Whose hope doth martch with honours equipage When reason doth his true desertes remorse Must take his time his sorrowes to assuage For cheeries ripe will not so long endure But will in time fade wither and decay That which this day could finest witts allure To morrowe CORIDON doth cast away The Iron being hot who list not for to strike Shall sure being colde neu'r forge it to his minde And all those partes moueth loue to like Doe oft in time make loue to proue vnkinde Eu'n so in time daunger attends delaye For time and tide for no mans pleasures staye Sonetto 28 VVAs â—…o watch'd by Argus in the downes What did not then the winged god inchaunt The heardmans â—…yes obaying Iunos forwnes What needes loues crosse so much to make her vaunt The brazen tower could not his valour quaile Who scorn'd that Danaâ—… should liue a maide Loues inward force gainst enuy will preuaile And hap what may his lawes must be obayd What though fayre starre thy glorie is obscur'd And cou'rd with a thicke and foggie cloude Yet Titan when he hath the heau'ns invr'd Will cleere the stormes which fatall frowues did shrowde And though that fate abridgeth our delight Yet time I hope will cleare this cloudie spight Sonetto 29 THe fluent streame whose stealing course being stayed Breakes out vnto a gâ—…eater deluge rage The force of fier with violence delayed Makes all thinges weake his furie to asswage Desire contrould will agrauate desire And fancie crost will fancies force encrease When louing thoughtes will motiue loue inspire Enuies oppose can not their bondes release Thus currents small doe proue the greatest streames Small cinders doe encrease to raging flame The hardest hartes are pearc'd with beauties beames I hide my griefe yet loue discou'rs the same Sweete beautie is the sparke of my desire And sparkes in time may breede a flaming fier Sonetto 30 SWeete beautie in thy face doth still appeere Myne onely ioye and best beloued deere Myne onlye deere and best belou'd content Reuiue my heart and lyinge spirrits spent The onlye agent of my thoughtes delight Embrace my loue and doe not me despight Secure my feares and solace cares content With hopes repast tâ—…â—…auour mine entent The sier will out if fuell doe but want And loue in time will die if it be scant Let then desire yeilde fuell to your minde That loue be not blowen out with euerie winde So shall my heart like Etnas lasting flame Burne with your loue and ioye still in the same Sonetto 31 I Loâ—… inforst by loues vnlouing charmes My loue is pure my loue is chast and true And that I loue the greater is my harmes Yf loue doth purchase hate then loue adiew Why should not loue be recompens'd with loue And true desire obtayne his due desert Yf beautie stirre thee to disdayne to moue When mighty stormes oppresse my troubled hart Knowe then that truth may beauties blaze dismay And loyall hartes scorne periur'd beauties pride Yeilde then in time prolonge not my delay Lest others should your beauties grace deride So shall your worthes eternished remaine And gaine his loue which others pride disdaine To Paris darling UUâ—…re I sheapheard as I am a woodman Thy Paris would I be if not thy goodman And yet might I performe to thee that dutie Yf thou wilt add that fauour to thy beautie Nowe that these feastes make other minions frolike Why is my loue my doue so melancholike O but I neere gesse what the cause should be Which to tell tel-tale paper were but follie I le therefore for this time conceale it wholye For that must counsell betwixt thee and mee Twivt thee and me where none may heere nor see Buen matina Sweete at this mourne I chaunced To peepe into che chamber loe I glaunced And sawe white sheetes thy whyter skinne disclosing And soft-sweete cheeke on pyllowe soft reposing Then sayde were I that pillowe Dâ—…ere for thy loue I would not weare the willowe Maddrigall MAdame that nowe I kisse your white handes later Then wild my louing dutie Retayner to thy beautie The water crost my wishe to crosse the water Yet thinke not sweete those gallants helde thee deerer Who for thy beauties then the sunnneshine cleerer Eu'n seas vneu'n haue coasted But thou art wise and know'st it No thy Leander whose hartes firie matter Cannot be quench'd by the deuyding water Will with his oare-like armes quite sheare a sunder The waues that floate him vnder Yf when I shall so trie mee In thy sweete circled armes I may respire mee Rounde-delay Could-st they none other spite me When but once fortune friendly did indite me Thy selfe thou should'st absent mee And all vnkinde vnkinde to more torment me I haue not thus deserued To be with tell-tale Tantalus hunger-starued That hauing store of dishes I could not feede according to my wishes But this he for reuealinge Gods counsell bide and I for yours concealing In this yet doe we varie That desert to his is quite contrary Then ô most kinde and cruell Except thou minde to starue thy beauties fuell For all my loue fayth dutye Let me but pray I pray thee on thy beautie And thou my new-borne dittie Desire her for my second dishe but pittie Maddrigall I Loue iust loue not luste thus constant liue I My â—…yfes deere loue mislikes me Yet her sweete fayre doth like me Yf loue dislikes to like and loue why should I Yf she be coy
throane To beg for Dole to satisfie there want Shall I to her uenter to make my moane Whom for to serue I am right worthy scant No sure the Roe which swift beasts out-ran Would scorne to see the bearded goate contend Yet Paris thought the goâ—…desse striefe to scanne When he did Venus beautie in Ide defrude Why shall not I her loue hope to obtayne Though Veâ—…us peere or yet rather peerelesse Paris a sheaphard I a homely swayne He want on I chast Helen would possesse No Pherecleaâ—… barke with treason stor'd Loaden with heape of desembling layes Nor cruell darts with friendes deere blood begor'd Did guide my course to view thy glorious rayes Was 't to reuenge of auncestors the wronge As Paris did these passions me molest No without fraude of pure affection spronge True loue yea lone which robbâ—… me of my rest Thy Idea ymprest is in my heart And gonlden trammels shrined in my minde That if dome fignes doe not my griefe ympart And hope of thee my entertaynment finde I shall weare out the remnant of my dayes In cursed cares and sorowes deepe despayre Diuine sweete Nymph cut off my fates delayes And let consent salue this thy ioyes ympayre For my desires with â—…ombling waues are tâ—…st Within th' Ocean of thy sweeâ—…â—…utie And I in wildernes of cares am lost Deuising still how to performe my duety None knows my minde nor yet what I doe meane In vaine it is to thunder foorth my griefe And thus to spend my selfe on such a spleane When sure I am not to obtaine reliefe What though she reade these ruin's of my time She will not thinke that ought by her is ment For my meane fancies are too base to clime Or once to ayme the Period of my bent That soares aloft eu'n in the racking Cloudes Beyonde the reach of any mortall sight And in bright Phoebus beams her honour shrowd's Which doth from thence encrease fayre Tytanslight So that no fight vnlesse the Eagle eyed For feare of taynt dare gaze on this bright sonne But happie is he that peeping hath espyed The vayle that cou'rs the fayre this third hath spoâ—… Sometimes mine dye forgetting duties charge Gaze on those orbes that be so orient fayre Where anchor-lesse they sayle in fancies barge And feede themselues eu'n with thy heau'nly payre Then while she doth on other obiectes looke They thinke a vauntage for to steale a sight Forgetting that they snatch the bayted hooke But being encountred by those circlets bright They doe retire for to prepare excuse And blush for feare least that they were descried Or that her eyeâ—… would messuage heere the newes When as they had vnto my glavnces pried Thus would I faine that she did know my case And yet aâ—…oth she should my fancies knowe Lest that she would my little hope deface And being my friend begyn to be mâ—… foe Haue I not â—…d that hollow fearefull voice Sound in mine cares which late pronounc'd my care Had she â—…de so it had byn past all choice For thâ—… I hâ—… byn 〈◊〉 fast in snare But sith this Eâ—…o of abâ—…pted ayre Breathe 〈◊〉 these threates from bowels of conceyte Yt shall not Coward-like cyre my despayre But 〈◊〉 giue me courage to entreate Then 〈◊〉 patronesse of my repose Diuine the mâ—…ng of my pure intent And though that feare forbids me to disclose My inward care that banisheth content Yet haue remorse on him that liuing dyes Vnlesse thou take comâ—…on on his fate Whose wynged thought in pensiue passion lyes Fenced with vaile of sorowes deepe debate Eu'r-during care possesseth my poore minde Once freede from the badge of discontent To be thy thrall my soaring thoughtes inclinde View then my playntes which do my hap lament Dayne to regarde the silent griefes I beare Hoping that signes add inward motions pleade True tokens of vnfained loue yet feare Eclipseth still the hope I had to speede Bashfull I am sweete loue speake thou for mee Ah well thou know'st the some of my desire Loue made me thrall and thou canst make me free Then lende me hope to quench the kindled fire I only craue that thou should'st knowe I â—…oue And that I spend my dayes in care for thee Thou art the sterne which wearied barke doth moue Ane to the harbour of thy grace I flee Not for my selfe alone these paÌ„ssions striue And torture still my neere-decayde heart Nor yet of malyce others to corriue But secret matters which the heau'ns ympâ—… For to encrease thy noble beauties race That barren lyes for want of timely seede The braunch spread Palme the blossom'd buds deface Note â—…s is true when thou my Poem reede Yf barren Sara vnto Abraham gaue Agar her mayde his seede to multiplie That She a childe by her brought foorth might haue For to fulfill the sacred Prophesie Why should not I being mou'd by loues desire And stir'd by motion of the heau'nly powers Yeilde to the furie of this hallowed fiâ—…e Whose heate cannot be quench'd with stormie showerâ—… Depose the scruple of a double zeale For time once lost cannot be had againe From all the worlde to thee I doe appeale Though thou shouldst hate my loue shall still remaine I vowe to be true vnto thee alone â—…nd eu'r in heart none other to embrace Nowe let fonde Eccho itterate my moane And part in Cloudes my fates hope to deface I still will sing the glorie of thy name And glutt my selfe in praysing thy sweete fayre My pen is bound for to aduaunce thy fame Vnto the heau'nly region of the ayre Then Ioue will pine and fret for such a loue When thundering blasts of thy renowned grace Shall that great God with thy fayre beautie moue Which I in heart doe honour and embrace These secret griefes this loue vnknowne doth foâ—…e Whereof I die vnlesse thou take remorse FINIS
SINETES Passions vppon his fortunes offered for an Incense at the shrine of the Ladies which guided his distempered thoughtes The Patrons patheticall Posies Sonets Maddrigals and Rowndelayes Together with Sinetes Dâ—…mpe Plena verecundi culpa pudoris erat By ROBERT PARRY Gent. AT LONDON Printed by T. P. for William Holme and are to be sould on Ludgate hill at the signe of the holy Lâ—…mbe 1597. ¶ To the right worshipfull John Salisburie of Lleweni Esquier for the Bodie to the Queenes most excellent Maiestie THe Hope of these and glasse of future times O Heros which eu'n enuie itselfe admir's Vouchsafe to guarde patronize my rimes My humble rime which nothing else desir's But to make knowne the greatnes of thy minde To Honors throne that euer hath been inclyn'd Geue leaue a while vnto my breathing Muse. To pause vpon the accent's of her smarte From the respite of this short-taken truce For to recorde the actioâ—…s of my Harte Which vowed hath to manifest thy worth That noble fruites to future age bringes foorth Eu'n thou alone which strengthn'st my repose And dâ—…est geue life vnto my dead desire Which malice daunt'ste that did thy fame oppose Now with reuiuing hope my quill inspire So he may write and I may glorie singe That time in time may plucke out enui 's stinge Renowned Patron my wayling verse To whose protect I flye for friendly ayde Vouchsafe to heare while I my woes rehearse Then my poore muse will neuer be dismaide To countenance the babling Eccho's frowne That future age may ring of thy renowne I that ere-while with Pan his hindes did play And tun'd the note that best did please my minde Content to sing a sheapheards Round-delay Now by thy might my Muse the way did finde With Maddrigals to store my homely stile Graâ—…ed with th' applause of thy well graced smile Eu'n thou I say whose trauaile hope doth yeilde That honours worth may reape a due rewarde Which flyes with natiue plume vnto the fielde Whose paines deserues thy cuntreys iust regarde Time cannot dashe nor enuie blemish those Whom on fam's strength haue built their chiest repose T is only that which thou mayst clayme thine owne Deuouring time cannot obscure the same In future age by this thou mayst be knowne When as posterities renue thy fame Then thou being dead sâ—…alt lyfe a newe possesse When workes nor wordes thy worthynes expresse Then shall my time a sort of strength remaine To shielde the florish of thy high renowne That ruin's force may neu'r graces stainâ—… Which with fames sound shall through the worlde bee blowne Yf that th' ocean which includ's our stile Would passage graunt out of this noble Isle For steling tyme of muses lowe remaine Will from the fountaine of her chiefe conceyte Still out the fame through Lymbecke of my braine That glorie takes the honour to repeate Whose subiect though of royall accents barde Yet to the same vouchsafe thy due rewarde So shall my selfe and Pen bequeath their toyle To sing and write prayes which it selfe shall prayse Which time with cutting Sithe shall neuer spoyle That often worthy Heros fame delayes And I encouraged by thy applause Shall teach my muse on higher thinges to pause Vpon the Authors muse IF Poets with penne doe purchase praise Let Paâ—…rie then possesse his parte Whose Posies rate report doeth raise To Pernasse Mount of due desarte In house of fame he ought haue place Yf Ouid eu'r deserued that grace His pleasaunt vaine his phrases fine Sentencious eke in verse and prose That they include some grace deuine His former doinges doe well disoose With his sweete Muse louely layes Who may compare in these out dayes But chieflie his SINETES nowe Hath moued his muse her prize to playe As if therein she had made a vowe Some pâ—… pâ—…ie to displaye There Cupides kâ—…ke are liuelye seene With Venus baiâ—…es that louelye Queene Then Momus moment Zoylus cease And foule Mouth Theon leaue to raile Seeing Parries penne the best doth please What doth vour carping then auaile Whom valiaunt Lyon doth protect May well all crauing Curres reiect Habet scintilla calorem Hu. Gry. Vpon Sinetes Passions AH Loue fond loue false loue deceitfu loue Vnkinde vnto the kinde to frend a foe A Tirant loyall louers doe thee proue And faithfull hartes thou fillest full of woe Ah blind loue bliud but not in wouÌ„ding blind Yea blind for why thy frends thou dost not see Those which resist thou lika a childe dost flee But they which yeilde thrise man-like do thee finde Still Still a boy delightinge still to playe What play to slaye what kinde of play is this Soe plaies the hungrye hauke with taken praye So playes the wilie Catte with captiue Mise Sinetes mournfull Muse doth this descrie His haples hapes my plaints doe iustifie The bloudie beare which rangeth in the wood Doth cease to rage when that shee hath her fill The hungry woolf which oft is bath'd in bloud When greedie paunch is glutted leaues to kill But Cupide whom men call the god of loue Vniustly call nay doe most iustly call For why he loues to kill whom those which loue He dayly kills is not fild at all What thinge is rare to see a Tirant olde In prayse of the Booke CVupid is old though he a Tirant bee What old nay yong wee Cupid still behould Though young in sight yet Tirant old is hee Old may he be and Tirants wages haue Which thousands haue vntimely sent to graâ—… Happie thou art Sinetes though vnhappies Vnhappy were the happes which thee befell Happy yet in this that learned Parrye Thy happles happes in sugred songes doth tell Thou shrouded art vnder the Lions winge Whose noble Name all carping curres will quaile Now neyther Zoil priuily back biting Not Momus barkes against thee shall preuaile Sing boldely then sing pleasant Nightingale Sweete warbling tunes and heauenly harmonye Feare not filthy byrdes which would annoy thee Ioues Eagle will thee shend against them all Parrye thou pend'st the Muses did indite They sweetely song their sweet songs thou did'st write H. P. gentleman In prayse of the Booke FAire Philomele her ratishment hath song But Parry rauisheth with musefull tunes No soner hath his praise with florish sprong With Daphins bosome stâ—…ft with sweete perfumes But forth his nectar-feasting poezie bloomes And eke the Delion harper doth lament In Passions poore SINETES discontent Amored shepheards wonder at thy wit And to thy piping lend their listning eare And in thy praise the mûses frame a writ Therefore I thought my rûder lines to teare And skillesse riming bid my hand forbeare But little candles giue their glimering light As well as torches in the brighter sight W. R. Gent. In prayse of the Booke THe rarest giftes neede not a Trumpe to sounde For fame it selfe will vndertake the prayse The sunne needes not a light for to be founder But in the height of Sphere giues light alwayes Flye then thou worke no soile
to rent The bondes which doe restraine my libertie Clos'd in the â—…ue of woefull miserie PASSION XVIII LOng loathed lookes of my forepassed life Are glutted with the sense of fond desire And discontent did agrauate my strife When hope did staie my stamring steps t' aspire Being tyed by fayth my fatall fortunes woe To this base chaunce I must embrace my foe Lo he which sometimes thought great scorne to seâ—… Stamp made of purest mould to frowne on him And thought the Queene of loue might well agree To taste his skill that in conceyte did swimme And deeâ—…'d a toy for to deserue a smile Of coyest she that eu'r did man beguile Whos 's ouer-weening wits and cake aspiring though Like finest lawâ—…e which wanteth not his bracke By fortun 's spite was sodenly ou'r-raught And swelling sayle endur'd the greater wracke The greatar oake the lowder is his fall The higher minde th' uneasier is the thrall The sillie flie in spyders web iâ—…hrauld The more he striues the more entangled lies Euen so my minde that with conceyte is gauld No way to scape the Laborinth he spies The more he seekes his follies to avoyde The more he loues the fruite himselfe auâ—…oyde PASSION XIX YF fortunes crosse be bitter to endure That frets the minde which tasteth her despite The same being past when changes new procure Some offer which might wearied mind delight But that fore-chance his latter fate preuent Then will he rue the fruite of fond intent The freeman thinkes it small for to be bound Not knowing then the daunger which ensues But freedome lost dispaire doth straight confound Confused thoughts which bring vntimely newes For bondage come and libertie being lost What is the the thing whereof we then can boast Who would not seeme for to condemne his eye That first did lust and heart that gaue consent When fruite thereof proues seede of miserie But more when as some kindly glaunces lent Yeilde constant hope if that his minde were free Some better happe in time obtain'd might bee You iudges of my heauie dolefull song To whose gâ—…e doomes my selfe I doe submit Yf worth may not obtaine his worth t is wrong Such is the fate of those which dayly flit Such was my chaâ—…ce to make my primeâ—… choise That to be 〈◊〉 I onely might reioyce PASSION XX. ZEale is but cold where loue-lesse law restraineâ—… The soaring Hawke to cease vpon his pray Which from the fruite of his intent refraineâ—… Expecting once for to behould the day Which being expir'd may yeilde some hope of rest Yf future happs may be foretould iest So SIEILL sayd SINETES doubted thoe She did affyâ—…me he still did feare the worse She prophesied a freedome of his woe And he did doubt that fate would alter course For though on him that Fortune false did smile Yet sure he thought it was but to beguile MEDEA did make AESON young againe She thought to gaine a daughters name therefore But she that doth a daughters name obtaine With art can not her fathers weale restore For bound he is and freedome cannot sway Excepte that he whoe gaue doe take away Sweete ladies then what helpe is to be had That time decreede may once be expir'd But that meane time you doe with comforts glad And dayne a smile where no more is desir'd Yeilde poore SINETES hope though in his graue That in your mindes his worthes you will ingraue PASSION XXI AGreeu'd in graue of mindes dispayting crosse Not in the graue which cancelleth annoy Yf fate will not againe restore his losse The fatall graue he craueth to enioy For fortune doth buâ—… spite to smile againe When former frownes did cut the artire vaine Suppose you came vnto a gardâ—…n fine And might there choose one of the fairest flowers So choise being made as fancie did incline Yet walking there to view the fruitfull bowers Amongst those groues a thowsand flowers you finde Then former choise better to please your minde Where fight is free but handling is deni'd And if you touch you may not taste the fruit Though neu'r so faine least Garden-keeper spi'd And would ympeach your crime with blazing bruite How much agreeu'd would you be then in heart That better choise befell not to your part Would you not curse the rashnes of your braine That moued sâ—…each which could not be vnsaide And Fortune banâ—… which laide this subtill traine When you did finde how much you were betraide No doubt you would â—…hinke this a heauie crosse Exept you myght in chosing change your choise PASSION XXII BEtrayed thus with lust of luring sight The flower is cropt which now I may not change The garden's free to view what might delight But passed câ—…oice restraines my minde to range So that beholding still what I desire It fuell yeilds vnto the kindled fier The memorie of what I might obtaine If I were free extenuates my ioy This is the roote of mine endured paine Though this be great yet not my chiefe annoy With dayly showers new weedes spring and increase Which fruite out-growes and future hope decrease Enuying fortune thrise be thou accurst Who not content to make me what I am Amongst the meane to be accounted worst That from one bad vnto a worser came And heaped coales a new vpon my head To bring me home vnto my loathed bed Bed of disgrace when stealing time gaue light Discouering the messages of fame Which witnes bare how deere I bought delight That for good will enioyed nought but blame And payde therefore eu'n at the deerest rate For had I wist doth alwaies come to late PASSION XXIII ECclipsed with the blemish of disgrace Coms ATROPOS the messenger of night And sayth I must newe sorrowes now embrace Who hath in charge to cancell my delight A cruell doome thus to ou'rcharge my minde Where hope dispaires true comforts fruit to finde Yf former cause did formall griefe applie And formall griefe in time encreased more This treble cause of woefull miserie Will make me yeilde to cruell fortunes lore That doth deuise newe tortures to encrease My martyrdome the wrath-full Gods to please Might carcas cras'd with battring engyns noyde Content the strength being scaled and defac'd The cruell executioner deuoyd Of pitties fruite which Iustice neu'r embrac'd Then Fortune would be wearied to torment My wracked minde thus cloth'd with sad lament But sith I must endure these paines extreame Now let me sigh and breath this fatall doome For death I craue this thraldome to redeame If death would heare the crie of such a groome If not you Gods heare now my mournfull verse Wherein my cares with teares I doe rehearse PASSION XXIIII TRembling with feare my thread-bare comfort left To feede vppon the obiect of my smart And to repeat the cause which thus bereft The hope the ioy and comfort of my hart Sing then with me such as will mourne and moane Eise I must sing with mourning teares alone For Fortunes clouded-brow doth threatnings send And scorning bandes a
and delue with spade Our workes bring foorth the fruite of misene As flowers fall grasse wither mist fades away So doth our daies fall wither and decay What thinge so sure but falleth at the last Or what so firme but minates in time Who is so wise that can endure the blast Which doth forbid the hastie for to clime Of thinges that shal be dust let no man store Dust we shal be and dust we weare before Yf choyse be made or difference take place Eu'n with that choyce death waxeth more vnmil'd The fairest flowers fall soonest to disgrace And worser thinges scape often vndefil'd So many bad doe daies enioye When dinâ—… of death doe better sort destroye PASSION XLIIII REsted by choyse our dayes we finish here And IOVE himselfe the choyse thereof hath made Being lou'd we die IOVE lou's as doth appeere By motions which errors doe inuade So those whom IOVE with princely care doth loue Them he doth chase his Godhead to approue O happie man of whom IOVE made a choyse O happie man whom IVPITER doth loue Whom IOVE accepts he onely may reioyce Whom IOVE takes to himselfe he doth reproue Yf chosen thus and loued so by IOVE Or though reprou'd why should we faâ—…t in loue He onely shall the flaming wals enioy That gardes the thorne of IOVES imperiall â—…eate And shall behould that prince which may destroy PHEBVS brigâ—…t beams which feedeth vs with heate No sorrowes then nor griefe shall him molest Being lath'd by IOVE vnto his heau'nly feast So shall he â—…est amongst the chiefest starrs There a new star plac'd for to yeilde vs light And by his death shall end these terren warrs And life a newe begyn to leade vpright And shall no more behould the theater Where tragick eu'll leade mortall men to erre PASSION XLV REstes any thing more lighter then a haire No haire but doth IOVES godhead high reproue What is more light then birds which sparrowes rere Yet sparrowes witnes that there is a IOVE Is any thing of greater weight then life And shall life passe in mistie cloudes of strife Yt may not be that I should so beleeue Life comes to vs eu'n by the heu'ns decree To such conceyt I may â—…o credit giue Life flies away by dynt of destinye Life we possesse by force of IOVES commaund Life we must yeild if IVPITER demaund For borne we are and die we stalbe sure Because we are of purpose borne to die But not content with our estates vnsure Nor pleased yet death should our patience trie IOVE did commaund and death obaves his will So let it rest IOVES doome for to fulfill IOVE did commaund which must not be gain-said He spake the word and all did yeild consent He made a beck and roaring seas obayed Then with our states why are we not content He wills vs from these worldly cares refrayne And his edict must eu'r and eu'r remayne PASSION XLVI YF this be thus then farewell all my ioy Which I possest before these cares encroc'hd IOVE made a choyse death did his choise destroy O would that death had vnto me approch'd More welcome sure had been his deadly dart Then these annoyes which breede encreasing smart Farewell my ioy I doe renounce thy smile I hate the thing which cause of ioy may yeild Least fayned hope should certaine FATE beguyle Despaire hath wonne the honor of the field My loue my life my ioy is gone before Death may alone my hope of ease restore Then as the faithfull which embrace the toole And kisse the same which life doth take away Who well were taught in high IEHOVAS schoole That beares the bag of simple truth alway So will I clippe and kisse this world of paine Which Ioue hath sent to coole my wandring braine Embracing death and loathing lifes repose I rest content and watch the happie time I seeke not now to triumphe ou'r my foes Yet heere would faine end both my life and rime But that I vowed ou'r as your sheapheard true With hand and hart to serue and honour you FINIS THE Patrone his pathetical Posies Sonets Maddrigalls Rowndelayes Together With SINETIS Dompe Plena vercuÌ„di culpa pudoris erat POSIE I The patrones conceyte DOmesticke Goddes of the Sea-whal'd Isle Heau'â—… erected trophies of thy prayes AVâ—…ORAS blush that beautifies thy smile Sh'nes far more bright then Phoebus goulden rayes Natures chiefe pride the map of beauties grace Loues louely sweeâ—… which vertue doth embrace Of-spring of â—…dds borne of the salt-sea foame Thoughts 〈◊〉 that doth to Pallas bower inclines A Commet that in starrie night doth gloame And doth presage of misteries diuine An ornament bedeck'd with goulden tyres A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires Reposed rest of ADON'S ardent looke Thy Christall-pointed eies like Saphyres blue Set in the snowe doe hide a bayted hooke Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue Were ADON here to viewe thy VENVS eye Could ADON such a VENVS suite denye Olympus Queene that doth commaunde the skyes Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle No base aspect in thy sweeâ—…e bodie lies Thy fauouâ—… doe the stealing time beguile For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre That all applaude thou onâ—… art sweete and faire POSIE I The Patrones Conceyte THe Radian beam's of natur's purest die With honours Equipage long liue thy fame Whose siluer arkes surpasing Christall skie Doth force loue Queene to reuerence thy name Starrs doe inuay that earth retaineth thee From making Fourth amongst the graces Three Heau'ns newe ioy earth's possessed wonder The welkins ptide if they might thee embraece As they did IOVES loue that kills with thunder Thy memorie her beautie doth deface Liue long thou star which in the North doth shine That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine Yâ—…pe graft with vertue in her tender yeeres Deriuing honour from her noble stocke Which Needles weare for honour still appeer's Within her browe which doth fames cradle rocke Whose searching wit dipt in MINERVAS vaine Fraught with content doth Pallas prayses staine HIBBLA hath Bees stor'd with a sweete encrease And shee hath beautie furnished with grace Liue stinges doe pricke though hony's taste to please So woundes her beautie those which it embrace A Lampe of glorie shines in thâ—…e alone Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone POSIE II The Patrone's affection LAunterne of loue the patrone due of lore Light some beame my affection to guide Amongst the drerie throbbes encreasing sore Sore in the vaile of heart where I them hide Languishing in delight I doe delight to pine And can I pine a more contented paine Hart once mine-owne is nowe possesion thine Yeilde then to yeilde this hearts due entertaine Honour is the guest let bounty be my prize Truth be the page of my admired light Occasion be thou prest at my aduize Regarding hand and hart t' attend her â—…ight Or else my heart and minde I hould in hand Doe then my hope confirme that hope may stand
POSIE III. The patrones phantasie TOrmented heart in thrall Yea thrall to loue Respecting will Heart-breaking gaine doth grow Euer DOLOBELLA Time so will proue Binding distresse O gem wilt thou allowe This fortune my will Repose-lesse of ease Vnlesse thou Lâ—…DA Ouer-spread my heart Cutting all my ruth dayne Disdaine to cease I yeilde to fate and welcome endles Smart POSIE IIII. The Patrons pauze in ode DImpl's florish beauties grace Fortune smileth in thy face Eye bewrayeth honours flower Loue is norish'd in thy bower In thy bended brow doth lye Zeale imprest with chastitie IOVE's darling deere Opale lippes of corall hue Rarer die then cheries newe Arkes where reason cannot trie Beauties riches which doth lye Entomb'd in that fayrest frame Touch of breath perfumes the same Orubie cleere Ripe ADOn fled VENVS bower Aâ—…ming at thy sweetest flower His ardent loue forst the same Wonted agents of his flame Or be to whose enstamed fier Loue inâ—…l'd him to aspire Hope of our time Oriad's of the hills drawe neere Nayad's come before your peere Flower of nature shining shoes Riper then the falling rose Entermingled with white flower Stayn'd with vermilion's power Nest'ld in our clime The siluer swans sing in poe Silent notes of newe-spronge woe Tuned notes of cares I fing Organ of the muses springe Natures pride inforceth me Eu'n to rue my destinie Starre shew thy might ' Helens beautie is defac'd Io's graces are disgrac'd Reaching not the twentith part Of thy gloases true desart But no maruaile thou alone Eu'n art VENYS paragone Arm'd with delight Iris coulors are to base She would make APELLES gaze Resting by the siluer streame Tossing nature seame by seame Pointing at the Christall skie Arguing her maiestie Loues rampire stronge Hayre of Amber fresh of hue Wau'd with goulden wyers newe Riches of the finest mould Rarest glorie to behould Ympe with natures vertue graft Engines newe for dolors fraught Eu'n there are spronge A Iem fram'd with Diamounds In whose voice true concord sounds Ioy to all that ken thy smile In thee doth vertue fame beguile In whose beautie burneth fier Which disgraceth Queene desier Saunce all compare Loue it selfe being brought to gaze Learnes to treade the louers maze Lying vncou'red in thy looke Left for to â—…nclaspe the Booke Where enroul'd thy fame remaines That IVNOS blush of glory staines Blot out my care Spheare containing all in all Onely fram'd to make men thrall Onix deck d with honours worth On whose beautie bringeth foorth Smiles ou'r-clouded with disdaine Which loyall heart doth paine Voyde of disgrace AVRORA'S blush that decks thy smile Wayting louers to begnile Where curious thoughts built the nest Which neu'r yeildes to louers rest Wasting still the yeilding eye Whilst he doth the beautie spie Rea'd in her face Lampe enric'hd with honours flower Blossome gracing VENVS bower Bearing plumes of feathers white Wherein Turtles doe delighte Sense would seeme to weake to finde Reason's depth in modest minde Yeilding desire Lode-starre of my happie choyse In thee alone I doe reioyce O happie man whose hap is such To be made happie by thy tutch Thy worth and worthynes could mouâ—… The stoutest to incline to loue Enflam'd with fier POSIE V. The dittie to Sospiros THe wound of hart doth cause my fighes to spring And sighes doe oft report my hartie sore This sore of heatt doth woefull tidings bring That loue is lacke and I doe grieue therefore O fighes why doe you rise and take no rest O heart why art thou thus with them possest My heart in selfe it selfe would pine away if that sometimes sighes musicke I shoulde misse This bitter ioy and pleasant paine must staie The greatest griefe in now my greatest blisse The night I grone the day I teare my heart I loue these sighes I triumph in their smart 〈◊〉 When minde and thought are clogged with their carâ—… And that my heart is readie for to breake Then eu'rie sigh doth question how it fares â—…nd heart to them replies that it is weake â—…et afâ—…r sighes the heart is some-what glad â—…s without sower the sweete is neuer had My wish and will for succour doe aspire Vnto the seate of my endeered trust But want and woe ensuing my desire My heart doth quaile and after sigh it must Yet wish I must and well I may delight Though sighes for wants and woes doe me affright These sighes I le entertertaine though they me noy For they doe like the cause from where they rise They bring in post newes of my mynded ioy And as they passe they message me no lies And yet they leaue behinde them such a want That minde and ioy I finde to be but scant O will you neuer cease me sighes to grieue And maye not hope keepe you in calme repose Let me some respite haue hart to relieue Lest that your selues and you fullie lose Sighes doe aspire till they obtaine their will Sighes will not cease they seeke my heart to kill POSIE 6 The patrones Dilemma OF stately stones the Diamound is kinge Whose splendor doth dazell the gazing eye The Onix gloze is â—…yed to honors winge Whose vertu's gouern'd by th' mperiall skie These graces all in thee combin'd remaine For glorie thine their glories still doth staine Shall I not speake of Rubies glorious blaze That blazeth still like blazing star that shoes Or cease to write how men at th Opale gaze Whose beautie shines like perles of dewe on rose These vertues all compar'd with thine are base For nature gaue thee excellent of grace The Topas chast thou doest in kind excell The Hyacinth that strangers loue procures Hath not such force nor can not worke so well As honors beautie still in thee alures Yris sheews not more coulors in her kind Then vertues be with in thy noble mind The windie Histmos shews and bright aspects Comes far behind this faire Angragos worth The Lupinar hath not more chast affects Then glorie of th'vnspotted minde brings foorth My paines encrease thy graces to repeate For cold despaire driues out of hope the heate Yf Saunus fort which doth expell deceate Or Agathes which happie bouldnes yeild's And eke Luperius whose vertues greate Doth glad the minde all which are found in fields Yf these I had to comfort my despaire Hope yet might hope to win weare thy faire POSIE VII The Palmers Dittie vppon his Almes FAvre Dole the flower of beawties glorious shine Whose sweete sweet grace true guerdon doth deserue My Orisons I offer to thy shrine That beauties name in glories state preserue My hap ô haplesse haâ—… that gaue th' applause Thy beautie view'd when trembling hart did pause Were I a King I would resigne my Crowne To gaine the name of Palmers happie kinde I would not craue to liue in high renowne If Dole I had to satisfie my minde Then I for Dole a Palmers name would craue If Palmer might be sure his dole to haue POSIE VIII The Patrones Adiew YF loue deserues the fruit of loues
Lordlin Tytan lodged in the west And EBON darknes ou'r-swayde the light LATONAS beams decreasing were supprest When silent streames did murmur 〈◊〉 ere delight Then I entrench'd neere to a noble marke With courage bould a speare I tooke in hand To wyn my will fired with honours sparke Or loose my life in my commaunders band My speare I brake vpon my gentle foe Which being perform'd the second I did charge But honours force would not be quailed so The third I tooke my thoughts for to enlarge Then call'd I was for treason armes to take And wisedome would my former charge forsake Sonetto 14 SHould feare pale feare make me forgoe my minde Or legions of monsters make me quaile No no I was not borne of so base kinde As dreadfull sighes would make my heart to faile Yet care commaund that honors my conceyte Made me forsake what my desire embrac'd And loth I was that riualls should repeate My armes should be by humane force vnlac'd Which made me yeilde vnto the tyms restraynt And leaue the charge of that most noble fight Where kindnes more then force could make me faint To shild my fame from fortunes cancred spite Thus I did charge thus I discharg'd my launce And so I rest contented with my chaunce Sonetto 15 AS fond conceyt doth moue the wauering minde Of artlesse sottes that knowe not wisedoms lore Inconstant still to chang with eu'rie winde Whose base desires wants fruites of vertues store So doth the arte and knowledge of the wise Stirre vp his minde in honors foorde to wade With feruent zeale base changlinges to dispise And their weake strength with courage to muade Whose mind being arm'd with true loues strong defence He gyrdes his loynes with bondes of constancie And scornes that ought should alter his pretence Or stayne his name with blot of infamie Thus wisedome is not giuen to manye And but to such for to be constant anye Sonetto 16 NEu'r-resting chariot of the firie god Emboss'd with beames of his eternall light Waytes at her beck when she but shakes her rod Of her commaund who is the heau'ns delight AVRORAs shine doth blush to see her grace Nymphes gather flowers to make her chaplets fine Engendered griefe my hoped fauour deface Loue hates to liue when longing makes it pine Euen so her faire makes longing deere to me HELEN the faire was not so faire as she Sonetto 17 NO care so great nor thoughts so pining seeme Enioving hope to reape the hearts desire Which makes me more your beauties grace esteeme Opprest with heate of PAPHOS holy fier Appoint some place to ease my thrauled minde Not freed yet from thy late luring looke Emove thy time and solace shalt thou finde Let VVLCAN toyle to forge his bayted hooke Eyes glorious glaunce will trayne him to the lure Heau'ns do repine thou shouldst his frownes endure Sonetto 18 NAmelesse the flower that workes my discontent Endlesse the cares for her I doe sustaine Waste is the soyle which shadowes my content Once lende a salue to cure my curelesse paine Ah deere how deere I purchase my delight Not longe when first I view'd thy sweetest fayre Except thy beauty lend my darknes light Long shall that looke my heauie lookes ympayre Esteeme of him that liues to honour thee Hopes true repose shall then be lodg'd in mee Sonetto 19. NO sooner I had thy beautie espied Clâ—… washed from the dreggs of vices stayne But heart to thee with constant loue was tyed And thou perhapps wilt yeilde me but disdayne Yf thou 〈◊〉 not my loue with loue require I shall weare out in paine my dismall dayes But if thy heart once harbour my delight Then shall I liue thy heart to loue and praise Yeilde thy consent to cure my fatall wounde And let desert preuaile to gayne thy grace So secret truth shall eu'r in me abounde Yf we may meete in some conuenient place And then be sure his name I will deface That should be seene to speake in thy disgrace Sonetto 20 CAmpaspe's fayre fresh-paynted forme embrac'd By the rare Father of the paynters art Could yeilde small ioy except that she had grac'd His liuely cuning by her good desart Yet he reioyc'd her counterfeyte to kisse Which she neu'r sawe though he the same profan'd How infinite is then my ioyfull blisse That still enioy the Id'ea of thy hande Thy gloue it is mine onlye comfort left Which thy sweete hande made happie with her touch This is the Idole that my heart infeoft With loues sweete hope which I adore to much That I retayne a monument for thee Though without life life it affordes to me Sonetto 21 SWeete ladie I loue by stelth my loue doth creepe Vnto the depthâ—… of my profounde conceytes Not daring when I wake I dreame a sleepe Thus stealing loue by inward signes entreate Though merrie gale bydes anchor vp to waye And canuas store swells with a puffing blaste Yet feare of storme doth make vs keepe the baye For he is safe that fitts on shoare at laste So loue embrac'd when others presence fear'd Makes sweete proue sower wheÌ„ shadowes substance seemâ—… And Mars himselfe when Vulcans net he tear'd Doth witnes feare doth stolen loue redeeme When sweete repose doth calme the troubled minde Feare of suspect doth leaue his sting behinde Sonetto 22 MY heart enthraul'd eu'n with mine owne desire Makes me to be more then I dare to seeme For ielosie may kindle enuies fire To hazard that which strength cannot redeeme The fayrest rose on statelyest stalke that growes Drawes a delight his odours sweeâ—…e to smell Whose pricke sometime doth sting at later close Which makes suspect the wished sent t' expell Loue priâ—…es my minde to gather fayrest flowers And feare forbids lest garden keeper spie Whose ielosie raâ—…es downe vntimely showers And Argos-like doth loues repose discrie Thus doth thy fayre my secret glaunce detect For ielosie doth dayly breede suspect Sonetto 23 UUHen sweete repose in loues fayre bower doth rest Enchamp'd with vaile of an vnfain'd desire Then carefull thoughtes the fearefull mindes inuest Lest ARGVS should espie the kindled fire For where the dicte of such as may commaunde Forbidds the same which louers must embrace There feare and care together doe demaund Account of thinges which honour may deface So is their ioyes with fearefull passions mixt Which doth encrease the ardencie of loue On the forbidden thinges our eyes are fixt Whose accents still doth loues affections moue Thus stolen loue is eu'r with feare possest 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shadowes glymse oft feares the friendly guest Sonetto 24 THimpatient rage of fretting Ielosie Suspectes the winde that comes from Cupids winges Whose watch preuents the oportunitie Whose louers seeke to cure his noysome stinges Eche looke a feare infuseth to the minde That gauled is with such a base conceyte Which makes them proue to their hearts ioyes vnkinde When louesweete-ones of sorrowe sucke the teate Yf one but speake to doe another right Suspect sayth then of smoke there commeth
why should her loue be trustie Yf she be slowe why should I be so hastie Yet loyall hart hath vow'd it And constant truth performes it Fayre to thy beauties fayre firme haue I vowed Sound is the seede that my resolue hath sowed But weede is the fruite that my fate hath mowed Yet luste I banish louing True zeale I liue yet still dying Thus still to be constant eu're haue I plodded Rounde-delay MVch griefe did still torment me In this regard thou doest thy selfe absent me Thy beautie ah delightes me And this thou know'st to well and therefore spites me So womens mindes doe varie And change of ayre doth worke quite contrarie Proofe tried my truth and trust too Still to be thine most constant firme and iust too Therefore shouldest regard me And loue for loue fayre loue thou should'st award me For since I still attend thee Howe canst thou choose vnkinde vnkinde but friend me Fayne I alone would finde thee That my hearts griefe swete hart might theÌ„ vnbinde thee For were I with thee resident I doubt not I to be of thy heart president Yeilde then to loue loue kinde is Else would I had byn blinde eu'n as loue blinde is Sinetes Dumpe YE angrie starrs doe you enuie my estate Because content is lodged in my minde And therefore will you needes reproue my fate That discontent in glorie lookes to finde My thoughtes were far aboue my fortunes bent Which was your fault to frame vnequall partes Except it were of purpose to torment Gloring in cloudes to smother my desertes When I did yeilde vnto the times despite And stroke downe sayle lest shypracke would ensue Inforcing nature to subdue delight A cuning bayte within my way you threwe Ys't then my fault if feathered thoughtes aspire Clippe not the winges that gaue them force to flie Eyther giue scope vnto my wish'd desire Or salue my sores with present remedie Who seekes by art his nature to suppresse In vaine doth striue against the raging streame My soaring minde procured my distresse The braunch will growe vnlesse you cut the steame Thus if I should ympugne my fantasies Invaine it were my nature to oppose Then yeilde I must vnto these myseries Or to the heau'ns my secret griefes disclose Heau'ns then beare witnes of my secret smart For you alone are priuie to my paines Because to her I dare not once ympart Howe loue insculpt within my brest remaynes The feruent heate of hartes reposed zeale Doth vrge me still for to embrace her fayre To whom for grace and fauour I appeale My only refuge for to salue dispayre Yet all in vaine I throb my breath-lesse playntes When feare doth daunte my once vn-daunted minde But neede-lesse feare for fewe of them are saintes Yet duties care deniall lookes to finde Thus as my thoughtes doe cope with Ioues desire And scorne the meane shoulde once their riuall bee So fearefull loue doth burne like glowing fier And threates reuenge if I make suite to thee The one perswades that beauties bower is stor'd With pittie and grace for to requite my loue The other sayth the subtill serpent gor'd With pearsing darte that Ielosies approue Will soone infect the vertue of thy shyne To giue repulse regarding no desert Though nought I seeke but thou should'st know I pyne And in thy minde thou would'st my worthes insert Knowe sou'raigne beautie of thy noble race And flower of all that beare thy parents name That I desire thy presence to embrace To glut mine eyes with looking on the same Which is an obiect that doth please mine eye Then will I arme my selfe against the storme For to endure this cursed miserie For hope will helpe my charge for to performe Then will I say to my disquiet minde Reioyce thou mayst doe seruice to her lookes What needst thou care although â—…e be vnkinde Let it suffice thy name is in her â—…okes Though crost for follye of thy soaring minde Yet art thou blest her name is in thy ringes At last thou shalt oÌ„f her some comfort finde Though she be now dispos'd to clippe thy winges Yf thou art bashfull to discou'r thy minde Let thy ringe tell that she thou doest adore Yf then thou mayst not some contentment finde In mourning weedes thy woefull happs deplore Thy habyte then will sure reueale thy care She will enquire thy cause of thy annoy Then mayst thou seighe if thou canst not declare Howe that her favre hath thus obscur'd thy ioy She then no doubt will soone conceaue thy minde When in thy lookes thy ruines will appeere And with a smile thy thraulled chaynes un-binde Whose bright-beam'd sun thy cloudy stormes wil cleere And graunt thee that at last thou lou'st so deere FINIS Posse nolle nobile A worthie man deserues a worthie motte As badge thereby his nature to declare Wherefore the fates of purpose did alot To this braue squire this simbole sweete and rare Of might to spoyle but yet of mercie spare A simbole sure to Salisberie due by right Whose still doth ioyne his mercy with his might Though lyon like his Posse might take place Yet like a Lambe he Nolle vseth aye Right like himselfe the flower of Salisberies race Who neuer as yet a poore man would dismay But princockes pride he vs'd to daunt alway And so doth still whereby is knowen full well His noble minde and manhood to excell All crauen curres that coms of castrell kinde Are knownefull well wheÌ„ they there might would straine The poore t' oppresse that would there fauour finde Or yeilde himselfe their freinpship to attayne Then seruile sottes triumphes in might a mayne But such as coms from noble lyons race Like this braue squire who yeildes receaues to grace Haud ficta loquor Hugh Gryffyth Gent. THE Lamentation of a Male-content vpon this Enigma Maister thy desiers or liue in Despaire Ouid Hoc si crimen erit crimen amoris eris Yf this a fault bee found in me Blame loue that wrought the misterie ¶ To the Honorable minded vnknowne the Name-lesse wisheth perfect health and perpetuall happines DEáre Patronesse of my haplesse lamentations guided by the sterne of thy beauty which hath the ful commaund of my hart and wearied with tiranyzing ouer my selfe in forcible suppressing the agonies of my afflicted minde by smothering the feruencie of my desires in the cloudie center of dumme silence at the last with the raging violence of a stopped streame for wante of course in the intelligible parte of my minde I am driuen to ouer-flowe the bankes of reason and in despite of my selfe to yeilde vp the raynes to vncontrouled desire which insuing Poem willfullie manyfest vnto you with the obseruation of my coâ—…ed fancyes Written vppon a dreame wherein me thouâ—… I heard a voyce from a Cloude pronouncing these wordes ensuing Maister â—…hy desires or liue in despaire and albeit I helde dreames but phantasies which commonly doe fall out by contraries my fortunes being so far inferior to my thoughts maketh me to