out-rages edged Quoth I fayre mistres did I set mine hart At libertie and for that made him free That you should arme him for another start Whose certaine bale you promised to bee Tush quoth Parthenophe before he goe I 'le be his bale at last and doubt it not Why then said I that morgage must I shoe Of your true-loue which at your hands I got Ay me she was and is his bale I wot But when the morgage should haue cur'd the soare She past it of by deede of gift before SONNET IX So did Parthenophe release myne hart So did she robbe me of myne harts rich threasure Thus shall she be his bale before they part Thus in her loue she made me such hard measure Ay me nor hope of mutuall loue by leasure Nor any type of my poore harts release Remaines to me how shall I take the ceasure Of her loues forfeture which tooke such peace Combyned with a former loue then cease To vexe with sorrowes and thy greefes encrease T is for Parthenophe thou sufferst smart Wyl'de natures wound not curable with art Then cease with choking sighes and hart-swolln throbbes To draw thy breath broke of with sorrowes sobbes SONNET X. Yet giue me leaue since all my ioyes be perisht Hartlesse to moane for my poore harts departire Nor should I mourne for him if he were cherisht Ah no! she keepes him like a slauish martyre Ah me since mercylesse she made that chartyre Sealed with waxe of stedfast continence Sign'd with those hands which neuer can vnwrite it Writ with that penne which by preheminence To sure confirmes whatseuer was inditit What skilles to weare thy gyrdle or thy gartyre When other armes shall thy small wast imbrace How great a wast of mynde and bodies weale Now meltes my soule I to thine eyes appeale If they thy tyrant champions owe me grace SONNET XI Why didst thou then in such disfigured guize Figure the pourtraict of myne ouerthro Why manlike didst thou meane to tyrannize No man but woman would haue sinned so Why then in humaine and my secret foe Didst thou betray me yet would be a woman From my cheef wealth out weauing me this woe Leauing thy loue in pawne till time did come on When that thy trustlesse bondes were to be tryed And when through thy default I thee did sommon Into the court of stedfast loue then cryed As it was promist here standes his harts bale And if in bondes to thee my loue be tyed Then by those bondes take forfect of the sale MADRIGALL 1. Oh powers coelestiall with what sophistrie Tooke she delight to blancke my hart by sorrow And in such Riddels act my tragoedie Making this day for him for me to morrow Where shall I Sonnets borrow Where shall I finde brests sides and tong Which my great wrongs might to the world dispence Where my defence My Phisicke where for how can I liue long That haue forgone myne hart I 'le steale from hence From restlesse soules myne Hymnes frō seas my teares From windes my sighes from cōcaue rockes and steele My sides and voyces Echo reedes which feele Calme blastes still-mouing which the shepheard beares For waylefull plaints my tong shall be The land vnknowne to rest and comfort me MADRIGALL 2. Might not this be for mans more certaintie By natures lawes enactit That those which do true meaning falsifie Making such bargaines as were precontractit Should forfect freelidge of loues ◅enancie Tot'h plaintiffe greeu'd if he exact it Thinke on my loue thy faith yet hast thou crakt it Nor nature reason loue nor faith can wake thee To pitie me my prisoned hart to pitie Sighes no fit incense nor my plaintes can make thee Thy nose from sauour and thine eares from sound Stopt'e and obturate nought could shake thee Thinke on when thou such pleasure found To read my lynes and reading terme them wittie Whiles lines for loue and braynes for bewtie witlesse I for thee feuer-schor't yet thou still fitlesse SONNET XII Vext with th'assaultes of thy conceiued bewtie I restlesse on thy fauors meditate And tho dispare full loue sometime my suite tye Vnto these fagottes figures of my state Which bound with endlesse lyne by leasure wate That happy moment of your hartes reply Yet by those lynes I hope to finde the gate Which through loues laberinth shall guide me right Whiles vnacquainted exercise I try Sweete solitude I shunne my lifes cheef light And all because I would forget thee quite And working that me thinke it 's such a sinne As I take penne and paper for to write Thee to forget that leauing I beginne SONNET XIII When none of these my sorrowes would aledge I sought to finde the meanes how I might hate thee Then hatefull curiousnesse I did in wedge Within my thoughtes which euer did awaite thee I fram'd myne eyes for an vniuste controllment And myne vnbrydled thoughtes because I dare not Seeke to compell did pray them take enroulment Of natures faultes in her and equall spare not They search't and found her eyes were sharpe and fierie A moule vpon her forhead colour'd pale Her haire disordred browne and crisped wyerye Her cheekes thinne speckled with a sommers male This tolde men ween'd it was a pleasing tale Her to disgrace and make my follies fade And please it did but her more gracious made MADRIGALL 3. Once in an arbour was my mistresse sleeping With rose and woodbind wouen Whose person thousand graces had in keeping Where for myne hart her harts hard flint was clouen To keepe him safe behind stood pertly peepin ge Poore Cupid softly creepinge And draue small birdes out of the myrtle bushes Scar'd with his arrowes who sate cheeping On euery sprigge whom Cupid c◅lles and hushes Frō branch to brāch whiles I poore soule sate weeping To see her breathe not knowing Incense into the cloudes and blesse with breath The wyndes and ayre whiles Cupid vnderneath With birdes with songes nor any posies throwing Could her awake Each noyse sweete lullaby was for her sake MADRIGALL 4. There had my Zeuxes places and time to draw My mistresse pourtraict which on platane table With nature matching colours as he saw Her leaning on her elbow tho not able He gan with vermil gold white and sable To shadow forth and with a skilfull knuckle Liuely set out my fortunes fable On lippes a rose on hand an hony-suckle For nature fram'd that arbour in such orders That roses did with woodbynes buckle Whose shadow trembling on her louely face He left vnshadow'd there arte lost his grace And that white lillie leafe with fringed borders Of Angels gold vayled the skyes Of myne heauens hierarchie which clos'd her eyes SONNET XIIII Then him controlling that he left vndonne Her eyes bright circle thus did answ◅re make Restes mist with siluer cloude had clos'd her Sunne Nor could he draw them till she weare awake Why then quoth I were not these leaues darke shade Vpon her cheekes depainted as you see them Shape of
crastie minde How retrograde seem'd she when as I told That in his clawes such torches I did finde VVhich if she did not to my teares lay plaine That they might quenched be from their outrage My lones hot Iune should be consum'd in payne Vnlesse her pittie make my greefe asswage Oh how she frownes and like the Crabbe backe turnes VVhen I request â—…er put her beames apart Yet with her beaâ—…es my soules delight she burnes She pities not to thinke vpon my smart Nor from her Cancers clawes can I depart For there the torch of my red-hot desier Greeues and releeues â—…e with continuall fier ♌ SONNET XXXVI And thus continuing with outrageous fier My sunne proceeding forward to my sorrow Tooke vp his court but willing to retier VVithin the Lyons denne his rage did borrow But whiles within that mansion he remayned How cruell was Parthenophe to me And when of my great sorrowes I complained She Lyon-like wish't the might tenfold be Then did I rage and in vukindly passions I rent mine heare and rac'd my tender skinne And rauing in such frantique fashions That with such crueltie she did beginne To feede the fier which I was burned in Can women brooke to deale so sore with men She mannes woe learn'd it in the Lyons denne â™ SONNET XXXVII But pitie which sometimes doth Lyons moue Remou'd my sunne from moâ—…die Lyons câ—…ise And into Virgoes boure did next remoue His fierie wheeles but thâ—… she answere gaâ—… That she was all vow'd to virginitie Yet said boue all men she would most affect me Fye Delian goddesse in thy companie She learn'd with honest colour to neglect me And vnderneath chast vayles of single life She shrowdes her craftie clawes and Lyons hart VVhich with my sences now do mingle strife Twixt loues and vertues which prouoke my smart Yet from these passions can I neuer part But still I make my suites importunate To thee which makes my case infortunate ♎ SONNET XXXVIII When thine hart-pearcing answers could not hinder Mine harts hot hammer on thy steele to batter Nor could excuses cold quench out that cynder VVhich in me kindled was she weigh'd the matter And turning my sunnes chariot him did place In Libras equall mansion taking pawse And casting with deepe iudgement to disgrace My loue with dealing cruell in the cause She busilie with earnest care deuised How she might make her bewtie tyrannous And I for euer to her yoke surprised The meanes founde out with cunning perillous She turn'd the wheeles with force impetuous And arm'd with womanlike contagion My sunne she lodged in the Scorpion â™ SONNET XXXIX Then from her Venus and bright Mercurie Mine heauens cleare Planets did she shoot such blazes As did infuse with heates extremitie Mine hart which on dispaires bare pasture grazes Then like the Scorpion did she deadly sting me And with a pleasing poison pearced me Which to these vtmost sobbes of death did bring me And through my soules saint sinewes searced me Yet might she cure me with the Scorpions oyle If that she were so kinde as bewtifull But in my bale she ioyes to see me boyle Tho be my passions deare and dewtyfull Yet she remorselesse and vnmercifull But when my thought of her is such a thing To strike me dead iudge if her selfe can sting â™ SONNET XL. But ah my plague through times outrage increased For when my sunne his taske had finished Within the Scorpions mansion he not ceased Nor yet his heates extreames diminished Till that dead aming Archer drest his quiuer In which he closely couched at the last That Archer which doth pearce both hart and liuer With hot gold-pointed shaftes which ranckle fast That proud commaunding and swift-shooting Archer Faâ—… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which doth 〈◊〉 And more then Phoebus is an inward parcher Thou with thy notes harmonious and songes soote Allur'd my sunne to fier mine harts soft roote And with thine eâ—…r wâ—…ding golden Arrow First prick't my soule then perc'd my bodies marrow ♑ SONNET XLI When my sunne Cupid tooke his next abyding Mongst craggie rockes and mountaines with the goate Ah then on bewtie did my sences doate Then had each fayre regard my fancies guiding Then more then blessed was I if one tyding Offaemal fauour set mine hart a floate Then to mine eyes each mayde was made a moate My sickle thoughtes with diuerse fancies slyding With wanton rage of luste so me did tickle Mine hart each bewties captiuated vassall Nor vanquish't then as now but with loues prickle Not deepely mou'd till loues beames did discouer That louely Nymphe Parthenophe no louer Stoppe there for feare loues priuiledge doth passe all â™’ SONNET XLII Passe all ah no! no iot will be omitted Now though my sunne within the water rest Yet doth his scaulding furie still infest Into this signe whiles that my Phoebus flitted Thou mou'd these streames whose courses thou committed To me thy water-man bound and adrest To powre out endlesse droppes vpon that soyle Which withers most when it is watred best Cease floodes and to your channells make recoyle Strange floodes which on my fier burne like oyle Thus whiles mine endlesse furies hyer ran Thou thou Parthenophe my rage begunne Sending thy beames to heate my fierie sunne Thus am I water-man and fier-man ♓ SONNET XLIII Now in my Zodiackes last extreamest signe My lucklesse suune his happelesse mansion made And in the water willing more to wade To Pisces did his chariot wheeles incline For me poore fish he with his golden lyne Bayted with bewties all the riuer lade For who of such sweet baytes would stand afrade There nibbling for such foode as made me pyne Loues golden hooke on me tooke soddeine holde And I downe swallow'd that empoysened golde Since then deuise what any wisher can Of fiercest tormentes since all ioyes deuise Worse greefes more ioyes did my true hart comprize Such were loues bates my craftie fisher man MADRIGALL 5. Such straÌ„ge effects wrought by thought wouÌ„ding Cupid In changing me to fish his bates to swallow With poyson choaking me vnlesse that you bid Him to my stomacke giue some Antidote Fly litle god with winges of swallow Or if thy feathers fast floate That Antidote from mine harts empresse bring My feeble sences to reuiue Least if thou waue it with an Eagles winge To late thou come and finde me not aliue MADRIGALL 6. Oh why lou'd I for loue to purchase hatred Or wherefore hates she but that I should loue her Why were these cheekes with teares bewatred Because my teares might quenche those sparkes Which with heates pitie moue her Her cloudie frowne with mist her bewtie darkes To make it seeme obscured at my smyles In darke true Dyamonds will shine Her hate my loue her heate my teares beguyles Feare makes her doubtfull yet her hart is mine MADRIGALL 7. Youthes wanton spring when in the raging Bull My sunne was lodg'd gaue store of flowers With leaues of pleasure stalkes of howers Which soone shak'd of the leaues when they
this creaste her power abroad is knowne These armes she beareth in the field of loue By bloudy colours where loues wrath is showne But in kinde passion mylder then the doue Her goodly siluer ensigne she displayes Semi de roses at whose louely sight All louers are subdued and vanquisht prayse Those glorious colours vnder which they fight I by these armes her captiue thrall was made And to those colours in that field betray'de SONNET XCI These bitter gustes which vexe my troubled seas And moue with force my sorrowes floudes to flowe My fancies shippe tost here and there by these Still floates in daunger raunging too and froe How feares my thoughtes swift pynnace thine hard rocke Thine harts hard rocke least thou mine hart his pylate Together with him selfe shouldrashely knocke And being quite dead-stricken then should cry late Ah me to late to thy remorselesse selfe Now when thy mercies all been banished And blowne vpon thine hard rockes ruthlesse shelfe My soule in sighes is spent and vanished Be pittyfull alas and take remorse Thy bewtie too much practiseth his force SONNET XCII VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought Behold not seene an endlesse burning fier Offancies fuell kindled with a thought VVithout a flame yet still inflamed hyer Noflames appearance yet continuall smoake Drawne coole to kindle breath'd out hot agayne Two dy'mondes which this secret fier proucke Making two christalls with their heate to rayne A skinne where bewteous graces reste at ease Atongue whose sweetnesse mazes all the muses And yet an hart of marble match't with these A tongue besides which sweet replyes refuses These wonders by thy bewtie wrought alone Through thy proude eye which made thine hart astone SONNET XCIII Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie I list no such proude beggars at my gate For almes he mongst cold Arctique folke doth wate And sunne-burnt Moores in contrarietie Yet sweates nor freezes more then is it pietie To be remorse-full at his bare estate His reach he racketh at an higher rate He ioynes with proudest in societie His eyes are blind for-sooth and men must pittie A naked poore boy which doth no man harme He is not blind such beggar boyes be wittie For he markes hittes and woundes harts with his arme Nor coldest North can stoppe his naked race For where he comes he warmeth euery place SONNET XCIIII Foorth from mine eyes with full-tide flowes a riuer And in thine eyes two sparkling chrisolytes Mine eyes still couet to behold those lightes Thine eye still fill'd with arrowes is loues quiuer Through mine eye thine eyes fier inflames my lyuer Mine eyes in hart thine eyes cleare fancies write Thus is thine eye to me my fancies giuer Which from thine eyes to mine eyes take their flight Then pearce the secret center of my harte And feede my fancies with inflamed fewell This onely greeues myne eyes had not that arte Thine to transpearce thy nature was so cruell But eyes and fancies in this triumph make That they were blind and raging for her sake SONNET XCV Thou bright beame-spreading loues thrise happy starre Th'arcadian shepheard Astrophill's cleare guide Thou that on swift wing'd Pegasus doest ride Auroraes harbenger surpassing farre Aurora caried in her rosie carre Bright Planet teller of cleare euening-tide Starre of all starres fayre fauor'd nightes cheese pride Which day from night and night from day doest barre Thou that hast worldes of harts with thine eyes glaunce To thy loues pleasing bondage taken thrall Behold where graces in loues circles daunce Of two cleare starres out-sparkling Planettes all For starres her bewties arrow bearers bee Then be the subiectes and superiour shee SONNET XCVI The sunne in Pisces Venus did intende To see sicke Flora whose soyle since by kinde Tytan to th' Antipod's his beames resign'de No pleasant flowers to welcome her did sende To whom for neede Parthenophe did lende At natures suite rich Helioch rise which shyn'de In her fayre heare white lillyes which combyn'de Which her high-smoothed browes which bent loue bende Violettes from eyes sweet blushing eglantine From her cleare checkes and from her lippes sweet roases Thus Venus paradice was made deuine VVhich such as nature in my Ladye cloases Then since with her loues Queene was glorified VVhy was not my sweet Lady diefied SONNET XCVII Oh why should enuie with sweet loue consorte But that with loues excesse seuen sinnes vnite Pride that in high respect of my delight I scorne all others Lust that with disporte In thought of her I sometimes take comfort VVrath that with those in secret hart I fight Which smile on her and enuie that I spight Such meates and wines as to her lippes resorte And tuch that tongue which I can neuer kisse Sloath that secure in too much loue I sleepe And nuzzled so am to be free'de remisse And couetous I neuer meane can keepe In crauing wishing and in working this Though still I kisse and tuch still tuch and kisse SONNET XCVIII The sunne my Ladies bewtie representes VVhose fierie-pointed beames each creature heates Such force her grace on whom it counterbeates Doth practise which the patient still tormentes And to her vertues the bright moone assentes VVith whose pure chastitie my loue she threates VVhose thought it selfe in her coole circle seates And as the moone her bright habilimentes Of her bright brother Phoebus borroweth So from her bewtie doth her chast desier His brightnes draw for which none aspier To tempt so rare a bewtie yet forgiue He that for thy sake so long sorroweth Can not but longer loue if longer liue SONNET XCIX This carefull head with diuerse thoughtes distrest My fancies chronicleire my sorrowes nurse These watchfull eyes whose heedlesse am I curse Loues centernelles and fountaines of vnrest This tongue still-trembling harrold fit adrest To my loues greefe then any torment worse This hart true fortresse of my spottelesse loue And rageous furnace of my long desier Of these by nature am I not possest Though nature there first meanes in me did moue But thou deare sweet with thy loues holy fire Mine head greefes anueyle made with cares opprest Mine eyes a spring my tongue a leafe-winde shaken Mine hart a wastfull wildernesse forsaken SONNET C. Pleading for pitie to my mistresse eyes Vrging on dutie fauours as desartes Complaining mine hid flames and secret smartes She with disdaynefull grace in iest replyes Her eyes were neuer made mans enemies Then me with me conceipt she ouer thwartes Vrging my fancie which vayne thoughtes 〈◊〉 To be the causer of mine iniuries Saying I am not vext as I complained How melancholye bred this light 〈◊〉 Hard-harted mistresse canst thou thinke I fayned That I with fancies vayne vayne woes repeate Ah no! for though thine eyes none else offend Yet by thine eyes and noes my woes want end SONNET CI. Had I been banish't from the natiue soyle Where with my life I first receaued light For my first cradles had my tomâ—…e beene dight Or chang'd my pleasure for a ceaselesse
bancke was lade An earthly body which was fram'd in heauen To whom such graces by the graces giuen Sweet musicke in their seuerall orgaynes play'de In cheefe the silent musicke of her eye Softly recorded with heauens harmonie Drew downe Vrania from Coelestiall sphoere Who maz'd at mazy turning of her eyne To make diuine perfection glazed theare Those eyes with clearest substance christalline MADRIGALL 21. When this coelestiall goddesse had indew'de Her eyes with Sphoericke reuolution Vesta with her next guift ensew'de And lent to nature that thrise-sacred fier To which once Iaphets of-spring did aspier Which made a dissolution Of a straunge ore ingendred by the sunne In grace and worth more pure then goulde Which gainst the Cyprian triūphes should be donne Guilded those wheeles which Cupids ' chariot rowl'de MADRIGALL 22. In centre of these starres of loue Boue all conceites in mans capacitie An Orientiet which did not moue To Cupids chariot wheele made for the naffe Was fixt which could with mylde rapacitie Of lighter louers draw the lighter chaffe This shadow giues to clearer light In which as in a myrroulde there was framed For those which loues conditions treate vpon A glasse which should giue semblance right Of all their Phisnomies impassionate Those harts which tyrant loue doth beate vpon May there behold what Cupid workes Yeelding in it that figure fashionate Which in the iettie myrrour lurkes MADRIGALL 23. Phoebus rich father of eternall light And in his hand a wreath of Heliochrise He brought to bewtifie those tresses Whose trayne whose softnesse and whose glosse more bright Apolloes lockes did ouerprise Thus with this gyrland whiles her browes he blesses The golden shadow with his tincture Colour'd her lockes I guilded with the cyncture MADRIGALL 24. Thus as she was boue humaine glorie graced The saint me thought departed And suddenly vpon her feete she started Iuno beheld and fayne would haue defaced That femall miracle proude natures wonder Least Ioue through heauens cleare windowes should espie her And for her bewtie Iunoes loue neglect Downe she discendes and as she walked by her A braunche of lilyes Iuno teares in sonder Then from her Sphoere did Venus downe reflect Least Mars by chance her bewtie should affect And with a braunche of Roses She bet vpon her face then Iuno closes And with white lillyes did her bewtie chasten But louely graces in memoriall Let both the Rose and lillyes colours fall Within her cheekes which to be formost hasten MADRIGALL 25. Whiles these two wrathfull goddesses did rage The little god of might Such as might fitter seeme with craynes to fight Then with his bow to vanquish goddes and kinges In a cherry-tree fate smiling And lightly wauing with his motley winges Fayre winges in bewtie boyes and gyrles beguiling And cherry garlandes with his handes compiling Laughing he leaped light Vnto the Nymphe to try which way best might Her cheare and with a cherry braunche her bobbed But her soft louely lippes The cherryes of their ruddie rubye robbed Eftsoones he to his quiuer skippes And bringes those bottles whence his mother sippes Her nectar of delight Which in her bosome clamed place by right MADRIGALL 26. I dare not speake of that thrise holy hill Which spread with siluer lillyes lyes Nor of those violettes which voy de vaynes fulfill Nor of that maze on loues hill toppe These secrets must not be surueyde with eyes No creature may those flowers croppe Nor bath in that cleare fountaine Where none but Phoebe with chast virgines wash In bottome of that sacred mountaine But whether now thy verses ouerlash SESTINE 1. When I waked out of dreaming Looking all about the garden Sweete Parthenophe was walking Oh what fortune brought her hether She much fayrer then that Nymphe Which was bet with rose and lillyes Her cheekes exceede the rose and lillyes I was fortunate in dreaming Of so bewtifull a Nymphe To this happie blessed garden Come you Nymphes come fayries hether Wonder natures wonder walking So she seemed in her walking As she would make rose and lillyes Euer florish oh but hether Harke for I beheld it dreaming Lillyes blush't within the garden Staind with bewties of that Nymphe The Rose for anger at that Nymphe Was pale and as she went on walking When she gathred in the garden Teares came from the rose and lillyes As the sigh'd their breath in dreaming I could well perceiue it hether When Parthenophe came hether At the presence of that Nymphe That hill was heauen where I lay dreaming But when I had espye'd her walking And in hand her rose and lillyes As sacrifice giuen by that garden To loue stood sacred that fayre garden I dar'd the Nymphes to hasten hether Make homage to the rose and lillyes Which are sacred to my Nymphe Wonder when you see her walking Might I see her but in dreaming Euen the fancie of that Nymphe Would make me night and day come hether To sleepe in this thrise happie garden SONNET CIIII. Hold matchlesse myrrour of all womankinde These pennes and Sonnettes seruaunts of thy prayse Plac'd in a world of graces which amayse All young beholders through desier blinde Thou to whom conquered Cupid hath resign'd His bowes and dartes during thy sunnie dayes Through thine eyes force infeebled by the rayes Which wondrers to their cost in thine eyes finde That there with bewties excellence vnable To write or beare my pennes and bookes refuse Thine endlesse graces are so amiable Passing the spirite of myne humble muse So that the more I write more graces rise Which myne astonish't muse cannot comprise FINIS ELEGIES ELEGIE I. WHy did the milke which first Alcides nurrish't Ingendring with Cybele breede the lillye Th' Assiriā hunters bloud why hath it florish't The rose with red why did the Daffadillye Spring from Narcissus selfe conceited loue Why did great Ioue for the Paeneian cowe Deuise the marble colour'd vyolet Or what for Phoebus loue from mountaines hyllye Did Hyacinthe to rosie blushes moue Since my sweet mystresse vnder Phoebes browe ' unoes and fayre Adonis flowers hath set Adowne her necke Narcissus golde doth bowe Ioes gray violettes in her Christall lightes Th'Oebalian boyes complection still alightes Vpon her Hyacinthine lippes like Rubye And with loues purest sanguine Cupid writes The prayse of bewtie through the vaynes which blew bee Conducted through loues sluice to thy face rosie Where doues and redbrestes sit for Venus rightes In signe that I to the will euer true bee The rose and lillyes adorne my p◅asie The vyolettes and Hyacinthe shall knitte With Daphadill which shall embellish it Such heauenly flowers in earthly poases few bee ELEGIE II. Oh that some time thou saw myne endlesse fittes When I haue somewhat of thy bewtte pondred Thou could not be perswaded that my wittes Could once retire so farre from sence asondred Furies them selues haue at my passions wondred Yet thou Parthenophe well pleased sittes Whilst in me so thy moystures heate hath thondred And thine eyes dartes at euery colon hittes My
a shadow can not well be made Was answer'd for shades shadowes none can eye them 〈◊〉 â—…on proues 〈◊〉 argument for me That my greefes image I can not set out Which might with liuely coloures blazed be Wherefore since nought can bring the meanes about That thou my sorrowes cause should vewe throughout Thou wilt not pitie me but this was it Zeuxes had neither skill nor colours fit SONNET XV. Where or to whom then shall I make complaint By guilefull wyles of myne hartes guide depriued With rightes iniustice and vnkind constraint Barr'd from her loues which my desertes atchiued This though thou sought to choake farre more reuiued Within myne hartlesse brest left almost fencelesse Oh make exchange surrender thine for myne Least that my body voyde of guide be fencelesse So shalt thou pawne to me signe for a signe Of thy sweete conscience when I shall resigne Thy loues large Charter and thy bondes againe Oh but I feare myne hopes be voyde or mencelesse No course is left which might thy loues attaine Whether with sighes I sewe or teares complaine SONNET XVI Yea that accursed deede before insealed Is argument of thy first constancie Which if thou hadst to me before reuealed I had not pleaded in such feruencie Yet this delightes and makes me triumph much That myne hart in her body lyes imprisoned For mongst all bay-crown'd conquerors no such Can make the slauish captiue bost him conquered Except Parthenophe whose fiery gleames Like Ioues swift lightning rageth which rockes pearseth Heating them in-lye with his soddeyne beames And secret golden mynes with melting searâ—…eth Eft-soones with cannon his drad rage rehearseth Yet nought seemes scortched in apparant sight So first she secret burnt then did affright SONNET XVII How then succeedeth that amid this woe Where reasons sence doth from my soule denide By these vaine lines my fittes be specified Which from their endlesse Ocean dayly floe Where was it borne whence did this humour groe Which long obscur'd with melancholyes mist Inspires my gyddie braynes vnpurified So liuely with sound reasons to persist In framing tunefull Elegies and Hymnes For her whose name my Sonnets note so â—…rimmes That nought but her chast name so could assist And my muse in first tricking out her lymmes Found in her liuelesse shadow such delight That yet she shadowes her when as I write SONNET XVIII Write write helpe helpe sweet muse and neuer cease In endlesse labours pennes and papers tyer Vntill I purchase my long-wish't desier Braynes with my reason neuer rest in peace Wast breathlesse wordes and breathfull sighes increase Till of my woes remorsefull you espye her Till she with me be burnt in equall fier I neuer will from labour wittes release My sences neuer shall in quiet rest Till thou be pitifull and loue alike And if thou neuer pitie my distresses Thy crueltie with endlesse force shall strike Vpon my witts to ceaselesse writs addrest My cares in hope of some reuenge this lesses SONNET XIX Imperious Ioue with sweet lipp'd Mercurie Learned Minerua Phoebus god of light Vain-swelling Bacchus Venus queene of bewtie With light foote Phoebe lampe of silent night These haue with diuerse dieties beside Borrow'd the shapes of many a mortall creature But faire Parthenophe grac'd with the pride Of each of these sweet Queene of louely feature As tho she were with pearle of all their skill By heauens cheefe nature garnished she knittes In wrath Ioues forehead with sweet noting quill She matcheth Mercurie Mineruaes wittes In goldie-lockes bright Tytan Bacchus syttes In her hauds conduict pypes sweet Venus face Dianaes legge the tyrian buskines grace SONNET XX. These eyes thy bewties tenants pay dew teares For ocupation of myne hart thy free hold In tenour of loues seruice if thou behold With what exaction it is helde through feares And yet thy rentes extorted dayly beares Thou would not thus consume my quiets gold And yet thr couetous thou be to make Thy bewtie rich with renting me so roughlie And at such sommes thou neuer thought doest take But still consumes me then thou doest misguide all Spending in sport for which I wrought so toughlie When I had felt all torture and had tryed all And spent my stocke through streane of thine extortion Of that I had but good hopes for my portion SONNET XXI Yea but vncertaine hopes are anchors feeble When such faint-harted pilates guide my shippes Of all my fortunes ballist with hard peeble Whose doubtfull viadge proues not worth two chippes If when but one darke cloud shall dimme the skie The cables of hopes happinesse be cut When barke with thoughtes drown'd marriners shall lye Prest for the whirle poole of greefes endlesse glutte If well thou meane Parthenophe then rauishe Mine hart with doubtlesse hope of mutuall loue If otherwise then let thy tong runne lauishe For this or that am I resoulu'd to proue And both or either extasie shall moue Me rauish't end with surfet of releefe Or sencelesse daunted dye with soddeine greefe SONNET XXII From thine harts euer burning vestall fier The torch-light of two sunnes is norisht still Which in milde compasse still surmouuting hyer There orbes with circled harmonie fulfill Whose rowling wheeles runne on Meridian line And turning the turne backe the mistie night Report of which cleare wonder did incline Mine eyes to gaze vpon that vncouth light On it till I was sun-burnt did I gaze Which with a feruent agonie possest me Then did I sweate and swelt mine eyes daze Till that a burniug feuer had opprest me Which made me faint no Phisicke hath represt me For I trye all yet for to make me sound Ay me no grasse nor Phisicke may be found SONNET XXIII When with the dawning of my first delight The day light of loues delycasie mou'd me Then from my heauens disdainfull starrie light The moone-light of her chastitie reprou'd me Her forheads threatfull cloudes from hope remou'd me Till midnight rear'd on the mid-noctiall line Her hart whiles pities sleight had vndershou'd me Then did I force her downward to decline Till dawning day light chearefully did shine And by such happie reuolution drew Her mornings blush to ioyfull smiles encline And now Meridian heate dries vp my dewe There rest faire Planets stay bright orbes of heauen Still smiling at my dyall past eleuen SONNET XXIIII These mine hart-eating eyes doe neuer gaze Vpon thy sonnes harmonious marble wheeles But from these eyes through force of thy sunnes blaze Raine teares continuall whiles my faithes true steeles Tempred on anueile of thine harts could flint Strikes marrow-melting fier into mine eyes The tinder whence my passions doe not stint As matches to those sparkles which arise Which when the taper of mine hart is lighted â—…ke Salamanders nurrish in the flame 〈◊〉 the loues with my new torch delighted A wâ—…e like knattes did florish in the same But burnt their winges nor anyway could frame To flye from thence since Ioues proud byrd that beares His thunder veu'd my sunne but shed
were full Of pleasures bewtie dew'd with Aprill showers My sommer loue whose buddes were bewtifull Youthfull desiers with heates vnmercifull Parched whose seedes when haruest time was come Weare eares against my suites obturate With sheaues of scorne bouÌ„d vp which did bènumme Mine heate with greef yet made her hart indurate Oh chast desiers which hel'd her hart immurate In wall 's of Adamante vnfoyled My winter spent in showers of sorrowes teares Haylestones of hatred frostes of feares My braunches bar'de of pleasure and despoiled MADRIGALL 8. Why am I thus in mynde and body wounded Oh mynde and body mortall and deuine On what sure rocke is your forte grounded On death Ah no for at it you repine Nay both intombed in her bewties shrine Will liue tho shadowlike that men astounded At their Anatomies when they shall vewe it May pitifull rewe it Yea but her murthering bewtie doth so shine Oh yet much mercilesse That hart desiers to liue with her which slew it And tho she still rest pitylesse Yet at her bewtie will I wonder Though sweet graces past repeate Neuer appeare but when the threate Fiering my secret hart with darâ—…e and thunder SONNET XLIIII Oh dart and thunder whose fierce violence Surmounting Rhetorickes dart and thunder boultes Can neuer be seâ—… out in eloquence Whose might all mettles masse a sonder moultes Where be they famous Prophetes of ould Greece Those anchiant Romaine Poetes of acompt Musaeus which went for the Golden Fleece With Iason and did Heroes loues recompt And thou sweet Naso with thy golden vearse Whose louely spirite rauish't Caesars daughter And that sweet Tuskane Petrarke which did pearse His Laura with loue Sonnets when he saught her Where be these all that all these might haueÌ„ taught her That sainctes deuine are knowne sainctes by their mercy And sainctlike bewtie should not rage with pearse eye SONNET XLV Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues Loues Queene in richest ornament doth lye Whose graces were they not too sweet and hye Might here be seen but since their sight bereaues All sences he that endlesse bottome weaues Which did Penelope who that shall trye Then wonder and in admiration dye At nature-passing natures holy frame Her bewtie thee reuiues thy muse vpheaues To draw coelestiall spirite from the skyes To prayse the worke and worker whence it came This spirite drawne from heauen of thy fayre eyes Whose guilded cognissance left in mine hart Shewes me thy faithfull seruant to my smart SONNET XLVI Ah pearse-eye pearsing eye and blazing light Of thunder thunderblazes burning vppe Oh sunne sunne-melting blind and dazing sight Ah hart downe driuing hart and turning vppe Oh matchlesse bewtie bewties bewtie stayning Sweet damaske rose bud Venus rose of roases Ah fronte Imperious deuties deutie gayning Yet threatfull cloudes did still incloase and cloases Oh lillye leaues when Iuno lillyes leaues In wondring at her coloures grayne distayned Voyce which rockes voyce and mountaines cleaues In sonder at my loues with payne complained Eye lihtning Sunne hart bewties bane vnfained Oh damaske rose proude forhead lillye voyce Ah partiall fortune sore chance fillye choyce SONNET XLVII Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse And now depriu'd of hart I am but dead And since thou hast it in his tables read Whether he rest at ease in ioyes and smartlesse Whether beholding him thine eyes were dartlesse Or to what bondage his inthral-ment leades Returne deare hart and me to mine restore Ah let me thee possesse returne to mee I finde no meanes deuoyde of skill and artlesse Thether returne where thou triumph't before Let me of him but repossessor bee And when thou giues to me mine hart againe Thy selfe thou doest bestow for thou art shee Whom I call hart and of whom I complaine SONNET XLVIII I wish no rich refinde Arabian gold Nor Orient Indian pearle rare natures wonder No Diamondes th' Aegiptian surges vnder No Rubyes of America deare sold Nor Saphyres which rich Affrike sandes ensold Treasures far distant from this Isle a sender Barbarian Iuories in contempt I hold But onely this this onely Venus graunt That I my sweet Pathenophe may get Her heires no grace of golden wyers want Pure pearles with perfect Rubines are in set True Dyamondes in eyes Saphires in vaynes Nor can I that soft Iuory skinne forget England in one small subiect such containes SONNET XLIX Coole coole in waues thy beames intollerable O sunne no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather By law nor nature sier but rebell rather Foole foole these labours are inextricable A burthen whose weight is importable A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her A fortresse whose force is impregnable From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares oh teares Quench quench mine heate or with your soueraintie Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares oh feares Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble SONNET L. So warble out your tragique notes of sorrow Blacke harpe of liuer-pyning melancholie Blacke humor patrone of my fancies folie Meere folies which from fancies fier borrow Hot fier which burnes day night midnight and morrow Long morning which prolonges my sorrowes solie And euer ouerules my passions wholie So that my fortune where it first made forrow Shall there remaine and euer shall it plowe The bowels of mine hart mine harts hot bowells And in their forrowes sow the seedes of loue Which thou didst sow and newly spring vp now And make me write vayne wordes no wordes but vowells For nought to me good consonant would proue SONNET LI. Lame consonants of member-vowells robbed What perfect-sounding wordes can you compose Wherein you might my sorrowes flame disclose Can you frame mamed wordes as you had throbbed Can you with sighes make signes of passions sobbed Or can your characters make sorrowes showes Can liquids make them I with teares make those But for my teares with taunts and frumpes am bâ—…bbed Could mutes procure good wordes mute would I bee But then who should my sorrowes image paint No consonants or mutes or liquids will Set out my sorrowes tho with greefe I faint If with no letter but one vowell should bee An A. with H. my Sonnet would fulfill SONNET LII Me thought Calliope did from heauen discendâ—… To sing fayre mistresse thy sweet bewties 〈◊〉 Thy sweet enchanting voyce did Orpheus râ—…e Who with his harpe which downe the gods did sende Coelestiall coneorde to the voyce did lende His musicke all wild beastes so did amaze That they submissiue thy lookes did bende Hilles trees townes bridges from their places wende Hopping and dancing all they windes be still And listen whiles the Nightingalles fulfill With Larkes and Thrushes all defectes of pleasure Springs sang thy prayses in a murmur shill Whiles I inrag'd with musicke out of traunce Like Bacchus preeste did in thy presence daunce MADRIGALL 9. For glorie pleasure and fayre florishing
Sweet singing courtly dauncing curious loue A rich remembrance vertuous nurrishing For sacred care of heauenly things For voyces sweetnesse musickes notes aboue When she deuinely speakes or sings Cleio dismount Euterpe silent bee Thalia for thy purple put on sack-cloath Sing hoarse Melpomine with Ioues Harpies three Terpsichore breake of thy galliard daunces Leaue Erato thy daliance court in black-cloath Thy prayses Polymneia she inhaunces For heauenly zeale Vrania she outreacheth Pleade not Calliope sing not to thy Lute Ioue and Mnemosine both be mute Whilst my Parthenophe your daughters teacheth MADRIGALL 10. Thou scal'd my fort blind Captaine of conceite But you sweet mistresse entred at the breach There you made hauocke of my hart There you to triumph did my tyrant teach Beware he knowes to winne you by deceit Those Iuory walles cannot endure his dart That turret fram'd with heauens rare art Immur'd with whitest porphyre and inset With roses cheeking natures pride of Rubye Those two true Diamōds which their windows frette Arch't with pure gold yet mourne in sable shade Warne not these that in daunger you bee Vanquish her little tyrant I will true bee And tho she will not yeeld to mee Yet none could thrall my hart but shee MADRIGALL 11. Thine eyes mine heauen which harbour louely rest And with their beames all creatures cheare Stoule from mine eyes there cleare And made mine eyes dimme myrrouldes of vnrest And from her lillye forhead smooth and plaine My front his withered sorrowes tooke And through her grace his grace forsooke From soft cheekes rosie redde My cheekes their leanesse and this pallid staine The golden penne of natures booke For her tong that taske vndertooke Which to the graces secretorie ledde And sweetest muses with sweet musicke fedde Inforc'd my muse in tragique tunes to sing But from her harts hard frozen string Mine hart his tendernesse and heare possest MADRIGALL 12. Like to the mountaines are mine high desiers Leuell to thy loues highest point Grounded on faith which thy sweet grace requiers For springs teares rise in endlesse sourse For sommers flowers loues fancies I appoint They trees with stormes tost out of course Figure my thoughtes still blasted with dispaire Thunder lightning and hayle Make his trees mourne thy frownes make me bewayle This onely diffrence here fier there snowes are SONNET LIII Why do I draw my breath vaine sighes to feede Since all my sighes be breathed out in vayne Why be these eyes the condnictes whence proceede These ceaselesse teares which for your sake do rayne Why do I write my woes and writing greeue To thinke vpon them and their sweet contriuer Begging some comfort which mighe me releeue When the remembrance is my cares reuiuer Why do I sew to kisse and kisse to loue And loue to be tormented not beloued Can neither sighes nor teares my sorrowes moue By lynes or wordes nor will they be remoued Then tyre not tyrant but on mine hart tyer That vnconsum'd I burne in my desier SONNET LIIII When I was yong indewd'd with natures graces I stoule blind loues strong bow and golden arrowes To shoote at redbrestes goldfinches and sparrowes At shrew'd gyrles and at boyes in other places I shot when I was vexed with disgraces I perc't no skinne but melted vp their marrowes How many boyes and gyrles wish't mine embraces How many prayz'd my fauour boue all faces But once Parthenophe by thy sweet side sitting Loue had espyed me in a place most fitting Betray'd by thine eyes beames which makes blind see He shot at me and said for thine eyes light This daring boy that durst vsurpe my right Take him a wounded slaue to loue and thee SONNET LV. Nymphes which in bewtie mortall creatures staine And Satyres which none but faire Nymphes beholde They to the Nymphes and Nymphes to them complaine And each in spight my mistresse bewtie tolde Till soundely sleeping in a myrtle groue A want on Satyre had espyed her there Who deeming she was dead in all hast stroue To fetch the Nymphes which in the forestes were They flocking fast in triumph of her death Lightly beheld and deeming she was dead Nymphes sang and Satyres daunced out of breath VVhilest Satyres with the Nymphes la voultaes lead My mistresse did awake then they which came To scorne her bewtie ran away for shame SONNET LVI The dyall loue which shewes how my dayes spende The leaden plummets sliding to the ground My thoughtes which to darke melancholye bend The rowling wheeles which turne swift howers round Thine eyes Parthenophe my fancies guide The watch continually which keepes his stroake By whose oft turning euery hower doth slide Figure the sighes which from my lyuer smoake VVhos 's oft inuasions finish my liues date The watchman which each quarter strikes the bell Thy loue which doth each part exanimate And in each quarter strikes his forces fell That hammer and great bell which endes each hower Death my lifes victor sent by thy loues power SONNET LVII Thy bewtie is the sunne which guides my day And with his beames to my worldes life geues light VVith whose sweet fauour all my fancies play And as byrdes singing still inchant my sight But when I seeke to get my loues cheefe pleasure Her frownes are like the night ledde by the lampe Of Phoebes chast desiers whilest without leasure Graces like starres through all her face encampe Then all my fancies byrdes lye whisht for feare Soone as her frownes procure there shadie sorrow Sauing mine hart which secret shot doth beare And nature from the Nighting all doth borrow VVhich from lamentes because he will not rest Hath loues thorne prickle pointed at his brest SONNET LVIII Fayre Clytie doth florish with the spring And eft soones withered like thy golden heare And Ioes vyolettes grow florishing But soone defac'd which thine eyes semblance beare Anemone with hyacinthe springs pryde Like to thy bewtie loose their louely glosse So will thy cheekes with graces bewtified Returne to wrinckles and to natures drosse Roses as from thy lippes sweet odours send Which herbes in them whilst iuyce and vertues rest From some diseases rigour life defend These as thy selfe once withred men detest Then loue betimes these withered flowers of yore Reuiue thy bewtie lost returnes no more SONNET LIX Ah me sweet bewtie lost returnes no more And how I feare thine hart fraught with disdaine Dispaier of her disdayne castes doubt before And makes me thus of mine harts hope complaine Ah me nor mine harts hope nor helpe dispaier Auoyde my fancie fancies vtter bayne My woes cheefe worker cause of all my cayer Auoyde my thoughtes that hope may me restor◅ To mine hartes heauen and happinesse againe Ah wilt thou not but still depresse my thought Ah mistresse if thy bewtie this hath wrought That proude disdainefulnesse shall in the rayne Yet thinke when in thy for head wrinckles bee Men will disdaine thee then as thou doest mee SONNET LX. Whilst some the Troiane warres in verse recount And all the
Grecian Conquerours in fight Some valiant Romaine warres boue starres do mount With all their warlike leaders men of might Whilst some of Bryttish Arthures valure sing And register the prayse of Charlemayne And some of doughtie Godfrey tydinges bring And some the Germaine broyles and warres of Spayne In none of those my selfe I wounded finde Neither with horseman nor with man on foote But from a cleare bright eye one captaine blinde VVhose pu◅sance to resist did nothing boote With men in golden armes and dartes of golde VVounded my hart and all which did beholde SONNET LXI To none but to Prometheus me compayer From sacred heauen he stoule that holy fier I from thine eyes stoule fier my iudgements are For to be bound with cheanes of strong desier To that hard rocke of thy thrise cruell hart The ceaselesse waues which on the rockes do dash Yet neuer pearce but forced backward start Those be these endlesse teares my cheekes which wash The vulture which is by my goddesse doome Assign'd to feede vpon mine endlesse lyuer Dispaire by the procur'd which leaues no roome For Ioculus to iest with Cupides quyuer This swallowes worldes of liuers spending few But not content O god shall this be true SONNET LXII Fye fye fierce tyrant quenche this furious rage O quenche this rageous furie little god Nay mightie god my furies heate asswage Nor are thine little dartes nor brittle rodde Ah that you hadst a sweet recuring dart Or such a rodde as into health might whipp◅ mee With this to leuell at my troubled hart To warne with scourge that no bright eye might trippe mee Vayne wordes which vanish with the cloudes why speake I And bootebesse options builded with voyde ayer How oft enrag'd in hopelesse passions breake I How oft in false vaine hope and blacke dispayer How oft left liuelesse at thy cloudie frowne How oft in passion mounted and pluck't downe MADRIGALL 13. Soft louely Roselike lippes conioyn'd with mine Breathing out pretious incense such Such as at Paphos smoake to Venus shrine Making my lippes immortall with their tuche My cheekes with tuch of thy soft cheekes deuine Thy soft warme cheekes which Venus fauour much Those armes such armes which me embrac'de Me with immortall cyncture guirding rounde Of euerlasting blisse then bounde With her enfolded thighes in mine entangled And both in one selfe soule plac'de Made an Hermophrodite with pleasures rauish't There heate for heats soule for soules empyer wrāgled Why dyed not I with loue so largely lauish't For wake not finding truth of dreames before It secret vexeth tentimes more MADRIGALL 14. Ah tentimes woorse tormented then before Tentimes more pittie should'st thou take of mee I haue endur'd then sweet restore That pleasure which procur'd this paine Thou scorn'st my lynes a sainct which make of thee Where true desiers of thine hard hart complaine There thou boue stella plac'de Boue laura with ten thousand more install'd And now proude thinkes me grac'd That am to thee though mercilesse inthrall'de SONNET LXIII Ioue for Europaes loue tooke shape of Bull And for Calisto playde Dianaes parte And in a golden shower he filled full The lappe of Danae with coelestiall arte Would I were chang'd but to my mistresse gloues That those white louely fingers I might hide That I might kisse those hands which mine hart loues Or else that cheane of pearle her neckes vaine pride Made proude with her neckes vaines that I might folde About that louely necke and her pappes tickle Or her to compasse like a belt of golde Or that sweet wine which downe her throate doth trickle To kisse her lippes and lye next at her hart Runne through her vaynes and passe by pleasures part SONNET LXIIII. If all the loues were lost and should be founde And all the graces glories were decayde In thee the graces ornamentes abounde In me the loues by thy sweet graces layde And if the muses had their voyce forgone And Venus husbandes forge had lost his fier The muses voyce should by thy voyce be knowne And vulcanes heate be founde in my desier I will accuse thee to the goddes of thefte For Pallas eye and Venus rosie cheeke And Phoebes forehead which thou hast berefte Complaine of me to Cupid let him seeke In vayne for me each where and in all partes For gainst my will I stoule one of his dartes SONNET LXV Oh that I had no hart as I haue none For thou mine hartes full spirite hast possessed Then should myne argument be not of mone Then vnder loues yoke should should I not be pressed Oh that without myne eyes I had been borne Then had I not my mistresse bewtie vewed Then had I neuer been so farre forlorne Then had I neuer wep't then neuer rewed Oh that I neuer had been borne at all Or beeing had been borne of shepheardes broode Then should I not in such mischances fall Quyet my water and content my foode But now disquieted and still tormented With a duerse fate perforce must rest contented SONNET LXVI Ah sweet content where is ◅hy mylde abode Is it with shepheardes and light-harted swaynes Which sing vpon the downes and pype abroade Tending their flockes and cattell on the playnes Ah sweet content where doest thou safely rest In heauen with Angels which the prayses sing Of him that made and rules at his behest The mindes and harts of euery liuing thing Ah sweet content where doth thine harbour hold Is it in Churches with Religious men Which please the goddes with prayers manifold And in their studies meditate it then Whether thou doest in heauen or earth appeare Be where thou wilt thou will not harbour here SONNET LXVII If Cupid keepe his quiuer in thine eye And shoote at ouer-daring gasers hartes Alas why be not men afrayde and fllye As from Medusaes doubting after smartes Ah when he drawes his string none sees his bow Nor heares his golden fethred arrowes sing Ay me till it be shot no man doth know Vntill his hart be pricked with the sting Like semblance beares the musket in the field It hittes and killes vnseene till vnawares To death wounded man his body yeeld And thus a pesant Caesars glorie dares This diffrence left twixt Mars his field and loues That Cupids souldior shot more torture proues SONNET LXVIII Would God when I beheld thy bewteous face And golden tresses rich with pearle and stone Medusaes visage had appear'd in place With snakie lockes looking on me alone Then had her dreadfull charming lookes me changed Into a sencelesse stone oh were I sencelesse Then rage through rash regard had neuer ranged Whereas to loue I stood disarm'd and fencelesse Yea but that diuerse obiect of thy face In me contrarious operations wrought A mouing spirite prick't with bewties grace No pitties grace in thee which I haue sought Which makes me deeme thou didst Medusa see And should thy selfe a mouing marble bee SONNET LXIX The leauelesse branches of the liuelesse bowes Carue winters out-rage in their withered barkes The
withered wrinckles in my carefull browes Figure from whence they drew those crooked markes Downe from the Thracean mountaines okes of might And loftie firres into the valley fall Sure signe where Boreas hath vsurp'te his right And that long there no Syluanes dally shall Fieldes with prodigious inundatious drown'de For Neptunes rage with Amphitrite weepe My lookes and passions likewise shewe my wounde And how some fayre regard did strike it deepe These braunches blasted trees and fieldes so watred For wrinckles sighes and teares fore shew thine hatred SONNET LXX What can these wrinckles and vayne teares portende But thine hard fauour and indurate hart What shew these sighes which from my soule I send But endlesse smoake raiz'd from a fierie smart Canst thou not pittie my deepe wounded brest Canst thou not frame those eyes to cast a smile Wylt thou with no sweet sentence make me blest To make amendes wilt thou not sport a while Shall we not once with our opposed eyne In inter change send golden dartes rebated With short reflection twixt thy browes and mine Whilest loue with thee of my greefes hath debated Those eyes of loue were made for loue to see And cast reguardes on others not on mee SONNET LXXI Those haires of Angels gold thy natures treasure For thou by nature Angellike art framed Those louely browes broade bridges of sweet pleasure Arche two cleare springs of graces gratious named There graces infinite do bathe and sporte Vnder on both sides those two pretious hilles Where Phoeb'e and Venus haue a seuerall forte Her couche with snowie lillyes Phoebe filles But Venus with redde Roses her 's adorneth There they with silent tokens doe dispute VVhilst Phoebe Venus Venus Phoebe scorneth And all the graces Iudgers there sit mute To giue their verdict till great Ioue said this Dianaes arrowes wounde not like thy kisse SONNET LXXII My mistresse bewtie matched with the graces Twix't Phoeb ' and Iuno should be Iudged there Where she with maske had vayl'd the louely places And graces in like sort I masked were But when their louely bewties were disclos'd This Nymphe quoth Iuno all the graces passeth For bewteous fauours in her face dispos'd Loues goddesse in loues graces she surpasseth She doth not passe the graces Phoebe sade Though in her cheekes the graces richly sitte For they be subiectes to her bewtie made The glorie for this fayre Nymphe is most fitte There in her cheekes the graces blush for shame That in her cheekes to striue the subiectes came SONNET LXXIII Why did rich nature graces grâ—…nt to thee Since thou art such a niggarâ—… of thy grace Or how can graces in thy body bee Where neither they nor pittie finde a place Ah they bene handmaydes to thy bewties furie Making thy face to tyrannise on men Condemn'd before thy bewtie by loues Iurie And by thy frownes adiudg'd to sorrowes den Graunt me some grace for thou with grace art wealthie And kindely mayst afforde some gratious thing Mine hopes all as my minde weake and vnhealthie All her lookes gratious yet no grace do bring To me poore wretche yea be the graces theare But I the furies in my brest doe beare SONNET LXXIIII Cease ouer-tyred muses to complayne In vayne thou powers out wordes in vayne thy teares In vayne thou writes thy verses all in vayne For to the rockes and wall which neuer heares Thou speakes and sendes complaintes which finde no grace But why compaire I thee to rockes and walles Yes thou discendes from stones and rockes by race ' But rockes will answere to the latter calles Yea rockes will speake each sentences last word And in each sillabe of that word agree But thou nor last nor first wilt me afford Hath pride or nature bred this fault in thee Nature and pride haue wrought in thee these euils For women are by nature proude as diuels SONNET LXXV Loue is a name too louely for the god He naked goes redde colour'd in his skinne And bare all as a boy fitte for a rod Hence into Africke there seeke out thy kinne Amongst the Moores and swarthie men of Inde Me thou of ioyes and sweet content hast hindred Hast thou consum'd me and art of my kinde Hast thou inâ—…ag'd me yet art of my kindered Nay Ismarus or Rhodope thy father Or craggie Caucasus thy crabbed sier Vesuuius else or was it Aetna rather For thou how many doest consume with fier Fierce Tygres VVolues and Panthers gaue the sucke For louâ—…ly Venus had not such â—…uill lucke SONNET LXXVI Be blind mine eyes which saw that stormie frowne Wither long-watring lippes which may not kisse Pyne armes which wisht ' for sweet embraces missee And vpright parts of pleasure fall you downe VVast wanton tender thighes consume for this To her thighes elmes that you were not made vynes And my long pleasure in her body grafted But at my pleasure her sweet thoughtes repines Mine hart with her faire colours should be wafted Throughout this Oceane of my deepe dispaier VVhy doe I longer liue but me prepaier My life togather with my ioyes to finish And long eare this had I dyed with my care But hope of ioyes to come did all dimâ—…ish SONNET LXXVII How can I liue in mindes or bodies health VVhen all foure elementes my greefes conspier Of all harts ioyes depriuing me be stelth All yeelding poysons to my long desier The fire with heates extreames mine hart enraging Water in teares from dispaires fountaine flowing My soule in sighes ayer to loues soule ingaging My fancies coales earthes melancholie blowing Thus these by nature made for my releefe Through that bold charge of thine Imperious eye Turne all their graces into bitter greefe And I were dead should any of them dye And they my bodies substance all be sicke It followes then I cannot long be quicke SONNET LXXVIII The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare Saturne inthronist in thy frowning browes Next aufull Ioue thy maiestie doth beare And vnto dreadfull Mars thy courage bowes Drawne from thy noble grandfathers of might Among'st the laurell crowned Poetes sweete And sweet Musitions take the place by right For Phoebus with thy graces thought it meete Venus doth sit vpon thy lippes and chinne And Hermes hath inrich't thy wittes deuine Phoebe with chast desiers thine hart did winne The Planettes thus to thee their powers resigne Whom Planets honour thus is any such My muse then can not honour her too much SONNET LXXIX Couetous eyes what did you late behold My riuall graced with a sunne-bright smile Where he with secret signes was sweetly told Her thoughtes with winkes which all men might beguile Audacious did I see him kisse that hand Which holdes the reanes of mine vnbridled hart And softely wringing it did closely stand Courting with loue termes and in louers art Next with his fingers kist he toucht her middle Then saucic with presumption vncontrolld To hers from his eyes sent regardes hy riddle At length he kist her cheeke ah me so bold To bandie with bel-gardes
in interchange Blind mine eyes enuie that the may not range SONNET LXXX Long wish't for death sent by my mistresse doome Hold take thy prisoner full resolu'd to dye But first as cheefe and in the highest roome My soule to heauen I doe bequeath on hye Now readie to be seuer'd from thy loue My sighes to ayer to Christall springes my teares My sad complaintes which thee could neuer moue To mountaines desolate and deafe my feares ◅o Lambes beset with Lyons my dispare To night and irksome dungeons full of dread Then shalt thou finde when I am past this care My tormentes which thy cruelties haue bredde In heauēs clouds springs hard mountaines lambes night Here once vnited then disseuer'd quite SONNET LXXXI O kingly ielousie which canst admitte No thought of com-peeres in thine high desier Loues bastard daughter for true-loues vnfitte Scaulding mens harts with force of secret fier Thou poysoned cancour of much-bewteous loue Fostred of enuies pappes with wrathfull rage Thou which doest still thine owne distruction moue With eagles eyes which secret watch doth wage With Peacockes feete to steale in vnawares With prognes winges to false suspect which flyes Which vertues hold in durance rashly dares Prouoker and maintayner of vaine lyes Who with rich vertues and faire loue possest Causelesse hast all to thine harts hell adrest SONNET LXXXII The chariot with the steed is drawne along Shippes wing'd with windes swift houer on the waues The stubborne plowes are hayl'd with Oxenstrong Hard Adamant the strongest yron craues But I am with thy bewtie strongly forc'd Which full of courage drawes me like the steede Those windes thy spirite whence cannot be diuorc'd Mine hart the shippe from danger neuer free'd That strong conceipt on thy sweet bewtie lade The strong neck't Oxe which drawes my fancies plow Thine hart that Adamant whose force hath made My strong desiers stand subiect vnto you Would I were horse oxe Adamante or winde Than had I neuer car'd for woman-kinde SONNET LXXXIII Darke night blacke image of my foule dispare With greeuous fancies cease to vexe my soule With payne sore smart hot fires cold feares long care Too much alas this ceaselesse stone to roule My dayes be spent in penning thy sweet prayses In pleading to thy bewtie neuer matched In looking on thy face whose sight amazes My sence and thus my long dayes be dispatched But night fourth from the mistie region rising Fancies with feare and saddispayer doth send Mine hart with horrour and vayne thoughtes agrizing And thus the fearefull tedious nightes I spend Wishing the noone to me were silent night And shades nocturnall turned to daylight SONNET LXXXIIII My sweet Parthenophe within thy face My passions Calender may plaine be red The golden number told vpon thine hed The sunne dayes which in carde I holy place And which diuinely blesse me with their grace Thy chearefull smiles which can recall the dedde My working dayes thy frownes from fauours fledde Which set a worke the furies in my brest These dayes are six to one more then the rest My leape yeare is oh when is that leape yeare When all my cares I ouerleape and feast With her fruition whom I hould most deare And if some Calenders the truth tell mee Once in fewe yeares that happie leape shall bee SONNET LXXXV From Eastes bed roasie whence Aurora riseth Be thy cheekes figur'd which their beames display In smiles whose sight myne hart with ioy surpriseth And which my fancies flowers do fayre aray Chear'd with the gracious dewes of her regarde The West whence euening comes her frowning brow Where discontentment plowes his furroes harde There doth she burie her affections now The North whence stormes with mistes and frostes proceede My blacke dispayer long sorrowes and cold feare The South whence showers in great abundance breede And where hot sunne doth to Meridian reare Mine eyes whose obiectes naught but teares requier And my soft hart consum'd with rage of fier SONNET LXXXVI Oh fierie rage when wilt thou be consum'd Thou that hast me consumed in such sort As neuer was poore wretch which so presumed But for surueying of that bewteous sort Kep't in continuall durance inchayn'd With hot desires which haue my body pyned My minde from pleasures and content restrained My thoughtes to care and sorrowes ward assigned There with continuall melancholie placed In dismall horror and continuall feare I passe these irksome howers scorn'd and disgraced Of her whose crueltie no brest can beare canbeare No thought endure no torture can outmatch Then burne on rage of fier but me dispatch SONNET LXXXVII Burne on sweet fier for I liue by that fewell Whose smoake is as an incense to my soule Each sigh prolonges my smart befierce and cruell My fayre Parthenophe frowne and controule Vexe torture scaulde disgrace me do thy will Stoppe vp thine eares with flint immure thine hart And kill me with thy lookes if they would kill Thine eyes those christall phialls which impars The perfect balme to my dead-wounded brest Thine eyes the quiuers whence those dar◅es were drawne Which me to thy loues bondage haue adrest Thy smile and frowne night starre and daylightes dawne Burne on frowne on vexe stoppe thine eares torment me More for thy bewtie borne would not repent me SONNET LXXXVIII Within thine eyes mine hart takes all his rest In which still sleeping all my sence is drown'd The dreames with which my sences are opprest Be thousand louely fancies turning round The restlesse wheele of my much busie brayne The morning which from resting doth awake me Thy bewtie banish't from my sight agayne When I to long melancholie betake me Then full of errours all my dreames I finde And in their kindes contrarious till the day Which is her bewtie set on worke my minde Which neuer will cease labour neuer stay And thus my pleasures are but dreames with me Whilst mine hot feuers paynes quotidian be SONNET LXXXIX What be those heares dyed like the marrigold Echo gold VVhat is that brow whose frownes make any mone Echo anymone VVhat were her eyes when the great Lordes controllde Echo roll'de VVhat be they when from them be loues throwne Echo loues throane VVhat were her cheekes when blushes rase like Echo roselike VVhat are those lippes which boue perles rew bee Echo rewbee Her Iuorie shoulders what be those like Echo those like VVhat saintes are like her speake if you bee Echo few bee Thou dwellst in rockes hart like somewhat then Echo what then Androckes dwell in her hart is t is true Echo t is true VVhom she loues best know this cannot men Echo not men Passe him she loathes then I dismisse you Echo misseyou What sexe to whom men sewe so vayne much Echo vayne much Furies there fiers and I complaine such Echo plaine such SONNET XC My mistresse armes are these fayre cleare and bright Argent in midst where is an ogresse set VVithin an azuer ann'let placed right The creaste two golden bowes almost neare met And by
soule with double prickes which myne hart splittes Whose faintyng breath with sighing commaes broken Drawes on the sentence of my death by pawses Euer prolonging out myne endlesse clauses With iffs Parenthesis yet finde no token When with my greefe I should stand euen or odde My life still making preparations Through thy loues dartes to beare the periodde Yet stumbleth on Interrogations These are those scholler like vexations Which greeue me when those studies I applye I misse my lesson still but with loues rodde For each small accent sounded but awrye Am I tormented yet I can not dye ELEGIE III. Sweet thralldome by loues sweet impression wrought Loues in that bondage euer let me liue For loue hath brought me bondslaue with a thought And to my thoughtes loue did me bondman giue Ah me my thoughtes poore prisoner shall I rest And shall my thoughtes make triumph ouer mee First to fierce famish't Lyons stand adrest Or let hage rockes and mountaines couer thee Behold one to his fancies made a praye A poore Actaeon with his houndes deuour'd An oke with his greene Iuy worne awaye A. wretchconsum ' with plenties great downe powr'd A garment with his moath dispoyl'd and rotten A thorne with his bred Caterpiller cancerd A buried Caesar with his fame forgotten A friend betrayd by those on whom he ancer'd Behold a fire consum'd with his owne heate An iron worne away with his owne rust But weare myne hart of oke this rage would eate Still fresh as Iuy myne hard oke to dust And were my pleasures durable as steele Dispaire would force they should times cancor feele ELEGIE IIII. This day sweet mistresse you to me did write When for so many lynes I begg'd reply all That from all hope you would not barre me quite Nor graunt plaine placet nor giue dead denyall But in my chamber-window while I read it A waspish bee flew round about me â—…uzzing With fulfill'd flankes when my tymes flower had fed it Which there lay strew'd and in my necke with huzzing She fixt her sting then did I take her out And in my window left her where she died My necke still smartes and swelleth round about By which her wrathes deare ransome may be tryed A myrrour to thee Lady which I send In this small schoede with commendations tyed Who though the sting and anguish stay with mee Yet for reuenge saw his vnluckie ende Then note th' example of this haplesse bee And when to me thou doest thy sting intende Feare some such punishment should chance to thee ELEGIE V. To Parthenophil Are you so waspish that from time to time You nurrish bees and to so good an ende That hauing suck't your honnie they must clyme Into your bosome to bethanke their frend And for a signe that they come to defend Reward you with such weapons as they haue Nor was it more then your desartes did craue Not much vnlike vnto the Vipers yongling Who nurrish't with the breeders dearest bloud Snarles with his teeth nor can endure the bongling Within the Vipers belly but makes food Of her thus nature worketh in her brood So you forsooth nor was it much amisse Feede snakes which thankefully both sting and hisse But if that any of our sexe did sting you Know this moreouer though you beare the pricke And though their frownes to melancholie bring you Yet are we seldome or else neuer sicke Nor do we dye like bees but still be quicke And soone recouering what we lost before We sting apace yet still keepe stinges in store ELEGIE VI. Behold these teares my loues true tribute payment These plaintiffe Elegies my greefes bewrayers Acoutred as is meete in mournefull rayment My red-swolne eyne which were mine harts betrayers And yet my rebell eye excuse prepaires That he was neuer worker of my wayment Plaining my thoughtes that my confusion they ment VVhich thoughtes with sighes for incense make dumme prayers T' appease the furies in my martyr'd brest VVhich witnesse my true loues in long lament And with what agonies I am possest Ah me poore man where shall I finde some rest Not in thine eyes with promise fearefull hope Thine hart hath vow'd I shall be still distrest To rest within thine hart there is no scope All other places made for bodies ease As bed field forrest and a quiet chamber There euer am I with sad cares opprest Each pleasaunt spectacle doth me displease Greefe and dispaire so sore on me did sease That day with tediousnesse doth me molest And Phoebe carryed in her coach of Amber Can not close vp the fountaines of my woe Thus dayes from nightes my charg'd hart doth not know Nor nightes from dayes all howers to sorrowes goe Then punish fancie cause of thy disease ELEGIE VII Youth full of errour whether doest thou hayle me Downe to the dungeon of myne owne conceite Let me before take some deuine receite For will I know my gaoler will not bayle me Then if thou fauour not all helpes will fayle me That fearefull dungeon poysoned with dispaire Affordes no casement to receaue sweet ayer There ougly visions euer will apayle me Vayne youth misguideth soone with loues deceite Deeming false painted lookes most firmely fayre Now to remorselesse indges must I sewe For gracious pardon whiles they do repeate Your bold presumption threatning me with you Yet am I innocent though none bewayle me Ah pardon pardon childish youth did vew Those two forbidden apples which they wish't for And children long for that with once the rew Suffice he found repentance which he fish't for With great expence of bates and golden hookes Those liuing apples do the suite pursue And are you Iudges see their angry lookes VVhere vnderneath that wrath-full Canopie The vse to open their condemning bookes Expect now nothing but extremitie Since they be Iudges and in their owne cause Their sightes are fixte on nought but crueltie Ruling with rigour as they list their lawes Oh graunt some pittie plac'd in pitties hâ—…ll Since our forefather for the like offence With vs receiu'd sufficient recompence For two fayre apples which procur'd his fall ELEGIE VIII Cease sorrow cease oh cease thy rage alittle Ah litle ease oh graunt some little ease Oh fortune euer constante neuer brittle For as thou gan so doest thou still displease Ah ceaselesse sorrow take some truice with mee Remorselesse tyrantes sometime will take peace Vpon conditions and I 'le take of thee Conditions so thou wilt thy furie cease And deare conditions for to forfect life So thou wilt ende thy plagues and vexe no more But out alas he will not cease his strife Least he should loose his priuiledge before For were I dead my sorrowes rule were nought And whiles I liue he like a tyrant rageth Ah rage fierce tyrant for this greefe is wrought By loue thy counsell which my minde ingageth To thy fierce thralldome whiles he spoyles myne hart So be my minde and hart imprisoned fast To two fierce tyrantes which this empyer part Oh mylder goddes
Ah me sweet bewtie 40 Mad. 14 Ah ten times worse 43 66 Ah sweet content 45 105 Ah me how many 142 29 Blesse still the mirre 19 34 But when in may 22 37 But pittie which 23 40 But ah my plague 25 76 Be blind myne eyes 50 93 Begges loue which 60 87 Burne on sweet fier 56 49 Coole coole in waues 32 74 Cease ouer-tyred 49 79 Couetous eyes what 52 83 Darke night blacke 54 Mad. 17 Enuious ayre 67 22 From thine harts 15 Mad. 9 For glorie pleasure 34 58 Faire clitie doth 39 62 Fie fie fierce tyrant 41 94 Forth from mine 60 85 From Eastes bed 55 47 Giue me mine eyes 31 3 He when continuall 2 6 Him when I caught 4 7 Her loue to me 4 17 How then succeedeth 12 77 How can I liue 51 104 Hold matchlesse 75 101 Had I beene banish 64 5 It chaunced after 3 19 Imperious Ioue 13 31 I burne yet am 20 63 Ioue for Europaes 4â—… 67 If Cupid keepe 45 64 If all the loues were 44 103 I slept and vnder 70 Mad. 22 In center of these 71 Mad. 26 I deare not speake 73 48 I wish no rich 32 4 Laya soone sounding 2 Mad. 12 Like to the mountal 36 75 Loue is a name 49 80 Long wisht for death 52 Mad. 2 Might not this be 8 52 Me though Calio 34 72 My mistresses bew 48 84 My sweet Parthen 54 1 Mistresse behold 1 90 My mistresse armes 58 Mad. 20 My loue alas 69 33 Next when the. 21 35 Next when my 22 43 Now in my Zodia 27 53 Nymphes which in 38 Mad. 15 Natures pride 65 Mad. 1 Ah powers coelestiall 7 Mad. 3 Once in an arbour 9 Mad. 6 Oh why lou'd I. 28 44 Oh dâ—…t and thunder 29 65 Oh that I had no. 44 81 Oh kingly ielousie 53 86 Oh fier rage 55 97 Oh why should enuy 62 42 Passe all ah no. 26 100 Pleading for pittie 63 Mad. 23 Phoebus rich 72 9 So did Parthenophe 5 28 So be my labours 18 30 So this continuall 19 32 Scarce twise seuen 20 45 Sweet bewties rose 30 Mad. 5 Such straunge 27 Mad. 16 Sleepe Phoebus still 66 50 So warble out 33 Mad. 13 Soft louely rose-like 48 96 The sunne in Pisces 61 8 Then to Parthenophe 5 Mad. 4 There had my 10 98 The sunne my 62 14 Then him control 10 20 These eyes thy bew 14 24 These mine hart 16 25 Then count it not 17 99 This carefull head 63 39 Then from her 25 Mad. 10 Thou scald my 35 Mad. 11 Thine eyes mine 36 56 The dâ—…all loue 38 57 Thy bewtie is the. 39 61 To none but to 41 69 The leauelesse 46 71 Those heares of Aâ—…g 47 78 The proudest Plan. 51 82 The chariot with 53 91 These bitter gustes 59 95 Thou bright beame 61 Mad. 24 Thus as she was 72 Mad. 19 Thy laâ—…es conceites 69 2 Whilst with strong 1 11 Why didst thou then 6 12 Vext with th' assaulâ—…s 8 102 Vayne gallants 64 13 When none of these 9 15 Where or to whom 11 18 Write write helpe 13 23 When with the dow 15 26 When louely wrath 17 27 Why do I draw 18 38 When thine hart 24 41 When my sonne 26 Mad. 8 Why am I thus 29 53 Why do I draw 37 54 When I was yong 37 60 Whilest some the. 40 68 Would God when 46 70 VVhat can these 47 73 VVhy did rich 48 89 What be those 57 92 Wilt thou know 59 Mad. 21 When this coelestiall 70 Mad. 25 Whilst these two 73 88 Within thine eyes 56 10 Yet giue me leaue 6 16 Ye that accursed 12 21 Ye but vncertaine 14 Mad. 7 Youthes wanton 28 ELEGIES AND ODES ELE. OD PAGE 5 Are you so waspish 78 16 Ah were my teares 90 Ode 4 Bacchus father 108 6 Behold these 97 Ode 16 Before bright Titan. 130 Ode 9 Behold out walking 116 8 Cease sorrow cease 80 17 Deare mistresse 91 Sest 4 Eccho what 135 Ode 14 Harke all you louely 124 21 Happie depart 95 Sest 2 In sweetest pride 103 Ode 8 In a shadie groue 114 10 In quiet silence 83 18 If neither loue 92 Ode 11 Louely maya 118 2 Oh that some 176 ELE. OD PAGE Ode 6 Oh faire sweete 110 Ode 12 One night I did 121 Ode 13 On the plaines 123 Ode 20 Oh sweet pittielesse 141 12 Oh neuer can I see 85 15 Oh deare rememb 89 20 Oh deare vexation 94 Ode 18 Oh that I could 140 Ode 5 Parthenophe see 109 Ode 17 Reueale sweet 137 3 Sweet thraldome 77 Ode 2 Speake Eccho tell 105 Canz. 3 Sweet is the couslip 126 Canz. 2 Sing fing Partheno 105 13 Swift Atalanta 87 Sest 5 Then first with 143 4 This day sweet mist. 77 Ode 15 Vulcan in Lemnos 125 Ode 3 Vpon an holy saintes 107 〈◊〉 1 VVhy did the milke 75 〈◊〉 1 VVhen I waked 74 Ode 1 When I walke 104 Ode 7 VVhen I did thinke 113 10 Why doth heauen 117 Ode 19 Why should I weepe 141 9 With humble suite 92 14 When I remember 88 11 Was it decreede 84 7 Youth full of errour 80 Sest 3 You loathed fieldes 120 Faultes escaped in Printing Sonn 1â—… for comon come on Mad. 2. for wake tâ—…e make thee Idem for make thee wake thee Mad. 3 for chirping cheeping Idem for culles calles Mad. 4. for places place Son 15. 8. line for sencelesse sencelesse Son 16 for rageth ragen Idem for searcheth searseth Son 17. for brimmes trimmes Son 20. line 14 for of on Son 23. for past eleueÌ„ next eleuen Son 24. for knattes gâ—…attes Son 28. line 5. for atin'd and Sonnet 46. for mountaines cleanes mountaines hyllye cleaues Son 48 for Affâ—…ricke Affricke Son 51. â—…ine 10. for stould should Son 52. praze raze praise raise Mad. 9. for vertuous vertues Son 47 for wounded man the wouâ—…ded man Son 73. for yea yet Son 76. line 13. for any my Son 72. for marched matched Son 84. for soule fowle Son 87. breast caÌ„ beare leg semel Son 98. for none aspier none dare aspier Mad. 17. for vâ—…pour vapour Mad. 18. for pricklesse arose prickles arose Eleg. 12. lillyes adorne for lillyes shall adorne Elegie 9. Lancade an for Leucadean Eleg. 12 for câ—…iuer contriuer Eleg. 6. for with which Eleg 7 for will well Idem line 16 for with which Canz. 1. line 19. for thoe thee Idem for whatsoeuer whatsoeare Sest 2. for all glories all her glories Ode 8. for they which flowers They with flowers Ode 7. for dare my might dar'de my might Ode 8. for which layâ—… with laya Ode 10. for please the pleaseth Ode 11. for her sette her to sette Canz. 3. for shere sweet there sweet Ode 16 â—…'imperiall for th' imperiall Idem if it be nye for if it be nye Sest 4. for Ayo theÌ„ Ay then Ode 16 for Oâ—… like the Oâ—…â—…ke the. Ode 19 for masse assault make assault Sest 5. for disheueled hare dâ—…sheueled and bare Idem for tree true loue 〈◊〉 â—…hree true louers Idem line 50 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 furies Idem for still shill.
hatred and disdaine brought to their end Fierce Dragons which attemptours all purseu'de And which before none euer haue eschew'de At length who shall these golden apples gaine He shall alone be Perseus for his paine ELEGIE XIII Swift Atalanta when she lost the prise By gathering golden apples in her race Shewes how by th'apples of thine heauenly eyes Which fortune did hefore my passage place When for mine hartes contentement I did runne How I was hindred and my wager lost When others did the wagers worth surprise I vew'de thine eyes thus eyes vew'de to my cost Nor could I them enioy when all was donne But seeming as they did bright as the Sunne My course I stayd to vewe their fierie grace Whose sweet possession I could not comprise Th' Idaean shepheard when the strise begunne Amongst three goddesses as Iudge decreede The golden apple Venus did awarde Cause of the wast and downefall of proud Troye But when the graces had a sweet regard How fayre Parthenophe did her exceede And Venus now was from the world debarr'd One so much fayrer farre as to much coye Parthenophe the chose in Venus fleede And since her bewtie Venus did out goe Two golden apples were to her assigned Which apples all th' outrageous tumultes breede That are hep'd vp in my distressed minde Whose figure in enflamed Troye I finde The cheefe occasion of mine endlesse woe ELEGIE XIIII When I remember that accursed night When my deare bewtie said she must depart And the next morning leaue the Cities sight Ah then euen then blacke sorrow shew'de his might And plac'd his empyer in my vanquish't hart Mine hart still vanquish't yet assaulted still Burnt with loues out-rage from whose cleare torch light Fierce sorrow findes a way to spoile and kill Ah sorrow sorrow neuer satisfied And if not satisfied worke on thy will Oh deare departure of mine onely blisse When willing from the Citie thou did ryde And I made offer tho then wounded wyde To go with thee thou rashly didst refuse With me distrest to be accompanied And binding wordes imperious did'st vse Commaunding me an other way to chuse Ah then euen then in spirite crucified Mine eyes with teares mine hart with sighes and throbbes Those almost blind that hard swolnâ—… almost burst My braynes abiuring harbour to my muse Did leaue â—…hoaked almost with straite sobbes Ah be that hower and day for euer curst Which me of my lifes libertie did robbe For since that time I neuer saw my loue Long can we not be seuer'd I will follow Through woods through mountaines waues and caues made hollow Oh greefe of greefes extremitie the worst Still will I follow till I finde thee out And if my wish with trauell will not proue Yet shall my sorrowes trauell round about In wailefull Elegies and mournefull verse Vntill they finde and thee with pittie perce Meane while to see thee more standing in doubt I 'le sing my plaine-song with the Turtle doue And prick-song with the Nighting all rehearse ELEGIE XV. Oh deare remembraunce of my Ladyes eyes In minde whose reuolutions I reuolue To you mine harts bright guid-starres my soule cryes Vpon some happy sentence to resolue A sentence either of my life or death So bale me from the dungeon of dispaire On you I cry with interrupted breathe On you and none but you to crosse my care My care to crosse least I be crucified Aboue the patience of an humaine soule Do this Ah this and still be glorified Do this and let eternities enroule Thy fame and name let them enroule for euer In lasting recordes of still lasting steele Do this ah this and famous still perseuer Which in another age thy ghost shall feele Yet howsoeuer thou with me shall deale Thy bewtie shall perseuer in my verse And thine eyes wounde which thine hart would not heale And my complaintes which could not thine hart perce And thine hard hart thy bewties shamefull staine And that fowle staine thine endlesse infamie So though thou still in recorde do remaine The recordes reckon but thine obloquie When on the paper which my passionbeares Relenting readers for my sake shed teares ELEGIE XVI Ah were my teares as many writers bee Meere droppes of incke proceeding from my penne Then in these sable weedes you should not see Me seuer'd from societie of men Ah me all colours do mine eyes displease Saue those two colours of pure white and redde And yet I dare not florish it in these Because I can not for my colour 's dead Those colours florish round about each where But cheefely with my mistresse in their kinde And fayne I would her louely colours weare So that it might be pleasing to her minde But nought will please her ouer-cruell eye But blacke and payle on body and in face Then she triumphes in bewties tyrannie When she sees bewtie bewtie can disgrace When her sweet smiling eyes drye Vestâ—…es throane Can blubber'd bleare-eyes drowne in seaes of teares And laughes to here poore louers how they moane Ioyes in the paper which her prayses beares And for his sake that sent that schoedule teares What but pale enuie doth her hart assaile When she would be still fayre add laugh alone And for her sake all other's mourne and paile ELEGIE XVII Deare mistresse then my soule to me much dearer Wonder not that another writes my letter For sorrow still mine hart oppresseth nearer And extreame sicknesse doth my sinewes fetter Of my deare life to thy loue am I debter Thine is my soule then soule what can be meerer Thine my cheefe best then that what can better Absented farre and that which is farre worse Vnable either for to goe or ryde Here am I in perpetuall bondage tyed Then if with saluage Sauromates farre worse This ayer is loath some and this ayer I curse Because with thy sweet breathe it is not blest Though hot coole waters I can not abide Since the which thy cleare eyes as all the rest Be not as they sometimes were purified The ground I tread my footing doth infest Because it is not hallowed with thy feete I loath all meate for all meate is vnmeete Which is not eaten where thy sweet selfe feedest Nothing is pleasaunt louely rich or sweete Which doth not with his grace thy bewtie greete Ah too deare absence which this sicknesse breedest Of thy deare sweet which can not be too deare Yet if thou wilt voutch-safe my life to saue Write but one lyne one lyne my life will cheare The ransome of my life thy name will pay And I be freede from my much doubtfull feare ELEGIE XVIII If neither loue nor pittie can procure Thy ruthlesse hart subscribe to my content But if thou vow that I shall still endure This doubtfull feare which euer doth torment If to thine eyes thine hart can lend a fier Whiles could disdaine vpon them settes a locke To barre forth pittie which kinde harts desier Whiles the distrest make prayers to a rocke If that thine eyes send out
a sunnie smile From vnderneath a cloudie frowne of hate Plaine loue with counterfeasance to beguile Which at thy windowes for some grace awate If thou thine eares can open to thy prayse And them with that report delighted cherish And shut them when the passionate assayes To pleade for pittie then about to perish If thou canst cherish graces in thy cheeke For men to wonder at which thee behold And they finde furies when thine hart they see◅e And yet proue such as are extreamely cold Now as I finde no thought to mans conceipt Then must I sweare to woman 's no deceit ELEGIE XIX Deare sorrow giue me leaue to breathe a while A little leaue to take a longer breath Whose easie passage still thou doest beguile Choak'd vp with sighes proclamers of my death Oh let the teares of euer-thirstie eyes Returne backe to the channells of mine hart They to my sight be vowed enemies And made a trayterous league not to depart Vnder the colour of tormenting those Which were first causers of mine harts distresse And closely with mine hart by guile did close Through blinding them to make my torment lesse Oh let those fearefull thoughtes which still oppresse me Turne to the dungeon of my troubled brayne Dispaire t' accompanie which doth possesse me And with his venome poisoneth euery vayne Ouglie dispaire who with blacke force assaultes Me vanquisht with conceipt and makes me dwell With horrour match't in melancholies vaultes Where I lye burning in my fancies hell Oh thou drad ruler of my sorrowes rage Of thee and none but thee I begge remorse VVith thy sweet breath thou may my sighes asswage And make my sorrowes fountaines stay their course And banish blacke dispaire then helpe me now Or know death can do this as well as thou ELEGIE XX. Oh deare vexation of my troubled soule My life with greefe when wilt thou consummate The deare remembrance of my passing soule Mine hart with some restes hope doth animate How many haue those conquering eyes subdued How many vanquish't captiues to thine hart Hard-iron harted Captaines when they vew'de VVere drawne till they were wounded with thy dart Oh when I there heard bodies haue beheld Their martiall stomaches and oft wounded face Which bitter tumultes and garboyles foretell'd In which it seem'd they founde no cowardes place Then I recall'd how farre loues power exceedes Aboue the bloudie menace of rough warre Where euery wounded hart close inward bleedes And soddeine perc'd with twinckling of a starre Then when such iron harted Captaines bee To thine harts bulwarke forced for to trye Which way to winne that fort by batterye And how all conquerours their conquer'd lye Me thinkes thine hart or else thine eyes be made Because they can such iron obiectes force Of hardest Adamante that men which lade Continuall siege be thrall'd without remorse Thine hart of Adamant because it takes The hardest harts drawne prisoners vnto t◅e Thine eye because it wonded many makes Yet no transpercing beames can pearce those eyne Thine hart of Adamant which none can wound Thine eye of Adamant vnperced found ELEGIE XXI Happie depart with speede then me more fortunate euer Poore letter go thy wayes vnto my sweet Ladyes hands She shall looke on thee and then with her bewtifull eyes blesse Smiling eyes perhaps thee to delight with a glaunce She shall cast on a lyne if a lyne there pleaseth her humour But if a lyne displease then shall apeare in a frowne How much she dislikes thy loues and saucie salutings O my lifes sweet light know that a frowne of thine eye Can transpearce to my soule more swift then a Parthian arrow And more deepely wound then any launce or a speare But thy sweet smiles can procure such contrary mot'ions Which can alone that heale wounded afore by thine eyes Like to the launces rust which heal'de whome warlike Achilles With right hand valiant doughtilye wounded afore Not vnlike to the men whose greefe the Scorpion helpeth Whom he before did sting ready to dye thorow paine Thou that bewtie procures to be thy chastities hand mayde With vertues regiment glorious ordred alone Thou that those smooth browes like plates of Iuory plained When any looke on them canst make apeare like a cloude Thou that those cleare eyes whose light surpasseth a stars light Canst make loues flames shoote with cruel anger abroad Thou that those fayre cheekes when a man thy bewtie beholdeth Deepely to wound canst make sweetely to blush like a rose Make thy browes to delight mine hart smooth shadow thy cleare eyes Whose smile is to my soule like to the sunne frō a cloude When he shines to the world in most pride after a tempest And with his heate prouokes all the delightes of the ground Graunt me sweet Lady this this graunt kinde pittie requesteth Teares and sighes make asuite pittie me pittie my suite Thus to thy sweet graces will I leaue my drcerye bewaylings And to thy gracious hart I recomend my lamentes Thrise blessed go thy way to my deare go thrise speedie letter And for me kisse them since I may not kisse her hands CANZON 1. All bewties farre perfections rest in thee And sweetest grace of graces Deckes thy face boue faces All vertue takes her glorie from thy minde The muses in thy wittes haue their places And in thy thoughtes all mercies bee Thine hart from all hardnesse free An holy place in thy thoughtes holinesse doth finde In fauorable speech kinde A sacred tongue and eloquent Action sweet and excellent Musique it selfe in ioyntes of her fayre fingers is She chauntresse of singers is Her plighted faith is firme and permanent O now now helpe wilt thou take some compassion She thinkes I flatter writing on this fashion Thy bewtie past with misorder stayned is In thee no graces finde rest In thoe who sought it saw lest And all thy thoughtes be vayne and vicious Thy braynes with heauie dullnesse are opprest Of thee no mercy gayned is Thine hart hard and fayned is Aminde prophane and of the worst suspicious In speech not delicious Atoung ty'de which cannot vtter Gesture lame like wordes which stutter Thy hands and minde vnap'te in musique to reioyce For songes vnfitte an hoarse voyce Thy faith vnconstant whatsoeuer thou mutter Be gracious no she thinckes my wordes be bitter Through my misfortunes they for my selfe be fitter O'h how long how long shall I be distrest How long in vayne shall I moane How long in payne shall I groane How long shall I bathe in continuall teares How long shall I sit sad and sigh alone How long shall feare discomfort giue How long shall hopes let me liue How long shall I lye bounde in dispaires and feares VVith sorrow still my hart weares my sundry fancies subdue me Thine eyes kill me when they vew me VVhen thou speakes with my soule thy voyce musique maketh And soules from silence waketh Thy browes smiles quicken me whose frownes slew me Then fayre sweet behold see me poore wretch in torment Thou