they still lighten woe On him that loues you so That all his thoughts in you haue birth and ending II. Hope of my Hart O wherefore do the wordes Which your sweet tongue affoordes No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth Disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure III. Sunne-shine of Ioy Why doe your Gestures which All Eies and Hearts bewitch My blisse destroy And Pities skie o're-clowding Of Hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre Which in your bosome seekes his onely shrowding IIII. Balme of my wound Why are your lines whose sight Should cure me with delight My poyson found Which through my veines dispersing Doth make my heart and minde And all my senses finde A liuing death in torments past rehersing V. Alas my Fate Hath of your Eies depriu'd mee Which both kill'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned Hate â—our sweet Voice and sweet Graces Which cloathde in louely weedes Your cruell wordes and deedes â—re intercepted by farre distant places VI. But O the Anguish Which Presence still pretended â—bsence hath not absented Nor made to languish â—o no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect I loued â—h'effect is still in greatest force remaining VII O cruell Tyger 〈◊〉 to your hard harts Center â—eares Vowes and Prayers may enter Desist your rigour â—nd let kind lines assure mee Since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found â—hat you that kill me yet at length will cure mee MADRIGAL V. Allusion to the Confusion of Babell THe wretched life I liue In my weake Sences such confusion maketh That like th' accursed Rabble That built the Towre of Babble My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadly hates mâ— My cheefest Good her that 's my cheefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole Hope that with despaire amates mee My Balme I call her that with poyson fills mâ—â— And her I terme my life that daily kills mee SONNET VI. Vpon her acknowledging his Desarte yet reiecting his Affection IF Loue conioyn'd with worth and great desarte Merit like loue in euery noble minde Why then doo I you still so cruell finde To whom you do such praise of worth imparte And if my Deere you speake not from your harte Two haynous wrongs you do together binde To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blinde And yet my Loue with hateful deedes to thwarte To want what one deserues engreeues his paine Because it takes away all selfe-accusing And vnder kindest words to maske disdaine Is to a vexed Soule too much abusing â—hen i ft bee false such glosing words refraine 〈◊〉 true O then let worth his due obtaine SONNET VII Her Answere in the same Rimes IF your fond Loue want worth and great desarte Then blame your selfe if you me cruell finde If worth alone moue euery noble minde Why to no worth should I my loue imparte And if the lesse to greeue your wounded harte I seeke your dazled eies with words to blinde To iust disfauour I great fauor binde With deeds and not with words your loue to thwarte The freeing of your minde from selfe-accusing By granting your deserts should ease your paine And since your fault 's but loue t' were some abuâ— sin With bitter words t'enuenom iust disdaine Then i ft bee true all glozing I refraine If false why should no worth worths due obtaine ODE V. His Farewell to his Vnkinde and Vnconstant Mistresse SVVEETE if you like and loue mee still And yeelde me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your hart If deere to you I bee As you are deere to mee Then yours I am and will be euer Nor time nor place my loue shall seuer But faithfull still I will perseuer Like constant marble stone Louing but you alone But if you fauour moe than mee Who loue thee still and none but thee If others doe the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If that you loue to range And oft to choppe and change Then get you some new-fangled Mate My doating Loue shall turne to Hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble stone Louing not me alone A Prosopopoeia Wherein his Hart speakes to his second Ladies Breast Dare not in my masters bosome rest That flaming Etna would to Ashes burne mee â—or dare I harbour in his Mistris brest â—he frosty Clymate into yce would turne mee So both from her and him I do retyre mee Lest th' one should freeze me the other fire me Wing'd with true Loue I flie to this sweet Brest Whose Snow I hope wil cool but t'yce not turn me Where fire and snow I trust so tempred rest â—s gentle heate will warme and yet not burne mee But O deere Brest from thee I le ne're retire me Whether thou cool or warm or freeze or fire me ODE VI. Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written as though it had beene an answere thereunto LAdy of matchlesse beauty â—hen into your sweet Bosome I deliuered 〈◊〉 paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duety Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Ryme restraind O then your thought abused was My Hart close wrapt therein into your Brest infuse waâ— When you that Scroule restor'de me With grateful words kind grace smiling merrily My brest did swell with ioy supposing verily You answer did afford mee But finding only that I writt I hop't to finde my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poison of Dispaire in stead thereof infused had Why why did you torment mee With giuing back my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both hart paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent mee Hope you my Hart thence to remoue By scorning mee my Lines my Loue No no your hope abused is Too deepe to be remou'd it in your Brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it Deere with so spotlesse zealous firme Affection I loue your Beauty Vertue and perfection As nothing can expell it Scorne you my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Hart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused bee For in my very soule your loue lookes infused be ODE VII Commendation of her Beauty Stature Behauiour and Witt. â—Ome there are as faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature â—me as tall and goodly bee too â—t want Beauty to their stature â—me haue gratious kinde behauour â—t are fowle or simple Creatures â—me haue witt but want sweet fauour â—r are proud of their good features Only you in Court or Citty Are both fayre Tall Kinde and Witty MADRIGALL VI. To her hand vpon her giuing him her Gloue O Hand of all handes liuing The softest moistest whitest â—ore
st That your fauours iealous Eies suppresse No onely Virtue neuer-sleeping Hath your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping I st That to many moe I loue professe Goddesse you haue my Hearts oblation And no Saint else lippes inuocation No none of these The cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer A Quatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you prowdly quite it with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you SONNET IX To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeers-gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus WOrthily famous Lord whose Virtues rare Set in the golde of neuer-stain'd Nobilitie And noble minde shining in true humilitie Make you admir'de of all that vertuous are â—f as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deedes victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchles Tacitus would them historifie TheÌ„ Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd â—ut till your selfe or some such put them forth â—ccept of these as Pictures of your worth To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of Englist Poets Vpon his three seuerall sortes of Poesie Liricall in his Sonnets Tragicall in Rosamond and Cleopatra Heroicall in his Ciuill Warres OLympiaes matchlesse Son whenas he knew How many crowns his fathers sword had gaind With smoaking sighs and deep-fetcht sobs did rew And his braue cheekes with scalding teares bedew 〈◊〉 that kingdomes now so few remain'd â—y his victorious Arme to bee obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spenser erst so far had spred his fame That hee was Monark deem'd of Poesie Thou didst I gesse eu'n burne with Iealousie Lest Lawrell were not left enough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac'te In highest seate So hath thy Muse surpast Spenser and all that doe with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crown aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdoms share The mighti'st Kings in might did match alone â—o of thy skill the greatnes thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kinde with thee compare One sharde out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall â—ut only Alexander all did wield â—o in soft pleasing Liricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magit Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the Graces treasure Vertues hope his friends sole pleasure This small Marble Stone lies vnder Which is often moyst with teares For such losse in such yong yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead â—ut from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was far vnfit For thy Beautie Grace and Wit 3 Thou aliue on Earth sweete Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy In high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of DIDO O most vnhappy DIDO â—nhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow â—nhappy in thy Mate â—nd in thy Louer most vnfortunate 〈◊〉 treason th' one was rest thee 〈◊〉 treason th' other left thee â—hat left thee meanes to flie with â—his left thee meanes to die with â—he former being dead â—om Brothers sword thou fliest â—e latter being fled â—n Louers sword thou diest Piu meritare che conseguire FRA. DAVISON SONNET I. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines imparte The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my harte For beeing charm'd by the bewitching arte Of those inveagling graces which attend you Loues holy fire makes mee breathe out in parte The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eies If mine Eies sinne their sinnes cause onely lies On your brite eies which haue my hart inflamed Since eies loue lines erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my Affection SONNET II. Loue in Iustice punnishable only with like Loue. BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue finde fauour in your Eyes But that your Eyes as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which froÌ„ themselues doth rise Yet this my humble suite do not despise Let mee bee iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome doe equalise What er'e it bee it shal not be refused And since my Loue already is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice doome mee as I haue confessed For in my Doome if Iustice bee regarded My Loue with Loue againe shall bee rewarded SONET III. Hee calls his Eares Eyes and Hart as witnesses of her sweet voyce beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAyre is thy face and great thy wits perfection So fayre alas so hard to bee exprest That if my tyred pen should neueâ— rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their neast And that your face is such a flint-hard breast By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnes mine Eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine Eyes rauisht when you they see Beauty and Vertue witnesse Eyes and Eares In you sweet Saint haue equall soueraingntie But if nor Eyes nor Eares can prooue it true Witnesse my Hart their 's none that equalls you SONNET V. Prayse of her Eyes excelling all Comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot deuise Words fit to blaze the worth your Eies coÌ„tains Whose nameles woorth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceed the name of eies Eyes they be not but worldes in which these lies More blisse then this wide world besides coÌ„tains Worlds they be not but starres whose influence raignes Ouer my Life and Lifes felicities Stars they bee not but Suns whose presence driues Darknes from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my hart Since then in Earth nor Heau'n they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Lady to bee condemned of Ignorance or Crueltie AS shee is faire so faithfull I My seruice shee her grace I merit Her beautie doth my Loue inherit But Grace shee doth deny O knowes shee not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small Remorce For the guilt thereof must
is the greatest griefe aboue the rest Where beene thy sweetest Posies feately dight Thy Girlonds with a true-loues Knot addrest And all that erst thou Willy didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe whereof shall ay remaine The Sunne so bright That falles to night â—o morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And waste away Without returne alas thy Willy dies â—â—e how the drooping Flockes refuse to feede â—â—e Riuers streame with teares aboue the bankes â—â—e Trees do shed their leaues to waile agreede â—â—e beasts vnfed go mourning all in rankes The Sunne denies the Earth his light The Spring is kill'd with winters might The flowers spill The birds are still 〈◊〉 voyce of ioy is heard in any place The Meddows greene A change haue seene â—â—d Flora hides her pale disfigur'd face â—â—tch now ye shepheards boyes with waking 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing 〈◊〉 happy skill what good is got thereby 〈◊〉 painted praise that can no profite bring If Skill could moue the Sisters three Our Willy still aliue should be The woolfe so wood Amazed stood â—â—und of Willies pipe and left his pray Both Pipe and Skill The Sisters spill â—o worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flatt'ring hope of mortall mens delight â—o faire in outward shew so foule within â—he deepest streames do flow full calme to sight â—he rau'ning Woolues do jet in Weathers skin Wee deem'd our Willy ay should liue So sweete a sound his Pipe could giue But cruel death Hath stopt his breath â—umbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweete to sound Our flockes lament His life is spent â—nd carelesse wander all the woods around â—ome now ye shepheards daughters come no more â—o heare the Songs that Cuddy wont to sing â—oarse is my Muse my throate with crying sore â—hese woods with Eccho of my griefe doe ring Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kill'd the Boy Broke lies my Pipe Till Reedes be ripe â—o make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeere by yeere To waile my Deere 〈◊〉 Pipe and Song I vtterly forsweare Thenot. â—â—cke and welladay may shepheards cry Our Willy dead our Collin killd with care Who shall not loathe to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Ay how his ruefull Verse hath prickt my hart How feelingly hath hee exprest my smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sory looke His wringed hands his eies to heau'n vpkest His teares that stream'd like water in the Brooke His sighes that made his Rimes seeme rudely drest To teares thou wouldst haue melted with the rest But hie we homeward night approcheth neere And rainie cloudes in southerne skies appeere A. W. II. EGLOGVE Shepheard Heard-man COme gentle Heard-man sit by mee And tune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnderneath this Willow tree To shield the hote Sunne-shine Where I haue made my Summer bower For proofe of Summer beames And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweete seated by the streames Where gentle Daphnee once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble Heart behinde That should her Garland dight And she sweete soule the more vnkinde To set true loue so light But whereas others beare the Bell As in her fauour blest Her shepheard loueth her as well As those whome she loues best Heard-man ALas poore Pastor I finde Thy loue is lodg'd so high That on thy flocke thou hast no minde But feedst a wanton Eie If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire Be sure that farre aboue thy lot Thy liking doth aspire To loue so sweete a Nymph as shee And looke for loue againe Is fortune fitting high degree Not for a Shepheards swaine For she of lordly lads becoyd And sought of great estates Her fauour scornes to be enioyde By vs poore lowly Mates Wherefore I warne thee to be wise Go with me to my walke Where lowly Lasses be not nice There like and chuse thy Make. Where are no pearles nor Gold to view No pride of silken sight â—ut Petticoates of scarlet hew Which vaile the skin snow-white â—here truest Lasses beene to get For loue and little cost â—here sweet desire is payd his det And labour seldome lost Shepheard NO Heardman no thou rau'st too lowde Our trade so vile to hold My weede as great a Hart doth shrowde As his that 's clad in gold And take the truth that I thee tell This Song faire Daphnee sings That Cupid will be seru'd as well Of Shepheards as of Kings For proofe whereof old bookes recorde That Venus Queene of Loue Would sett aside her warlike Lorde And youthfull Pastors proue How Paris was as well belou'de A simple Shepheards Boy As after when that he was prou'de King Priams Son of Troy And therefore haue I better hope As had those Lads of yore My courage takes as large a scope Although their haps were more And for thou shalt not deeme I iest And beare a mind more base No meaner hope shall haunt my brest Then deerest Daphnees grace My minde no other thought retaines Mine Eye nought else admiers My hart no other passion straines Nor other hap desiers My Muse of nothing else entreates My Pipe nought else doth sound My Veines no other seauer heates Such faith 's in Shepheards found Heard-man AH Shepheard then I see with griefe Thy care is past all cure No remedy for thy reliefe But patiently endure Thy wonted libertie is fled Fond fancie breeds thy bane Thy sence of folly brought a bed Thy wit is in the wane I can but sorrow for thy sake Since loue lulles thee asleepe And whilst out of thy dreame thou wake God shield thy straying sheepe Thy wretched Flocke may rue and curse This proude desire of thine Whose woefull state from bad to wurse Thy carelesse eye will pine And e'en as they thy selfe likewise With them shalt weare and waste To see the spring before thine eyes Thou thirsty canst not taste Content thee therefore with Conceit Where others gaine the grace And thinke thy fortune at the height To see but Daphnees face Although thy truth deserued well Reward aboue the rest Thy haps shall be but meanes to tell How other men are blest So gentle Shepheard farewel now Bee warned by my reed For I see written in thy brow Thy Hart for loue doth bleed Yet longer with thee would I stay If ought would do thee good But nothing can the heate allay Where Loue enflames the blood Shepheard THen Heardman since it is my lot and my good liking such Striue not to breake the faithfull knoâ— That thinkes no paine too much For what contents my Daphnee best I neuer will despise So she but wish my soule good rest When death shall close mine eyes Then Heard-man farewel once againe For now the day is fled So
or with angry frownes refuse to take them Or taking them the fires fewell make them Or with those hands made to a milder end These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend O Cruell Tyrant yet beloued still Wherein haue I deseru'de of you so ill That all my loue you should with hate requite And all my paines reward with such despight Or if my faulte be great which I protest Is only Loue too great to be exprest What haue these Lines so harmelesse innocent Deseru'd to feele their Masters punishment These Leaues are not vnto my fault consenting And therefore ought not haue the same tormenting When you haue read them vse them as you list For by your sight they shall be fully blist But till you reade them let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your fury saue Cleere vp mine eyes drie your selues my Teares And thou my Harte bannish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her harte disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet her faire Eyes will not a booke denie To this sad Story of thy Miserie O then my Deere behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kinde of woes endure Of him whose Head is made a Hiue of woes Whose swarming number dayly greater growes Of him whose Sences like a Racke are bent With diuerse motions my poore soule to rent Whose Minde a Mirrour is which only showes The ougly Image of my present woes Whose Memorie 's a poyson'd Knife to teare The euer-bleeding wound my Breast doth beare The euer-bleeding wound not to be cured But by those Eyes that first the same procured And that poore Harte so faithfull constant true That only loues and serues and honours you Is like a feeble Ship which torne and rent The Mast of Hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the Starres obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Porte no Land no Comfort once expected All hope of Safety vtterly neglected With dreadfull terror tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth daily hourely minutely expect When either it should runne and so be wreckt Vpon Despaires sharpe Rocke or be o'rethrowne With Storme of your Disdaine so fiercely blowne But yet of al the woes that doe torment my hart Of all the Torments that do dayly rent my hart There 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least can not bee long endured As that so many weekes nay months nay yeares Nay tedious Ages for it so appeares My trembling Hart besides so many anguishes Twixt hope feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your Eyes your Hart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'unfained griefe which for your loue I beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere Loue the Booke I meane I sent To your deare selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me away leauing my hart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwayes thinks on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you doo Hate both my selfe and Giftes and Letters too I must confesse that when I do consither How ill alas how ill agree together So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a minde So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A Hart so bloody to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so milde lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had beene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say till your Hart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore Eyes so much grace Freely to viewe the Riches of your face And did so high exalte my lowly Hart To call it yours and take it in good part And which was greatest blisse did not disdaine For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe When this I say I call vnto my minde And in my Harte and Soule no cause can finde No fact no word whereby my Hart hath merited Of your sweete loue to be thus disinherited Dispaire it selfe cannot make mee dispaire But that you 'le prooue as kinde as you are faire And that my lines booke O would t were true Are though I know 't not yet receiu'de by you And often haue your cruelty repented Whereby my guiltlesse Heart is so tormented And now at length in liew of passed woe Will pitty grace and loue and fauour shoe But when againe my cursed Memory To my sad thoughts confounded diuersly Presents the time the teare procuring time That wither'd my yong Ioyes before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my Earthly paradise To glasse my sight in your two heauenly Eyes On which alone my Earthly Ioyes depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete Rosie lippes the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest Kisse My greedy Eares on your sweete wordes to feede Which canded in your sweetest breath proceede In daintiest accents through that Currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your Hand so white so moist so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloody theft Whereby it closely mee my Hart bereft And of all blisse to taste the Consummation In your sweete gracefull heauenly Conuersation By whose sweet charms the soules you do inchaunt Of all that doo your louely presence haunt In stead in all these Ioyes I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnes and neglect Neglect vnkindnes frownes nay plaine contempt And open Hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words side lookes nor aught that might Engreeue encrease so vndeseru'd despight When this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of Teares mine Eies let fall Nor winde of blustring Sighes with all their force Could moue your rocky Heart once to remorce Can I expect that letters should finde grace Or pitty euer in your harte haue place No no I thinke and sad Dispaire sayes for mee You hate disdaine and vtterly abhorre mee Alas my deere if this you doe deuise To try the virtue of your murthering Eyes And in the Glasse of bleeding harts to vew The glorious splendour of your Beauties hew Ah trie it trie it on rebellious sprights That doe withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and curelesly your Eyes can wound But spare O spare my yeelding Hart and saue Him whose cheefe glory is to be your slaue Make mee the matter of your Clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie ODE IIII. Being depriued of her sweete lookes wordes and gestures by his absence in Italie he desires her to write vnto him I. MY onely starre Why why are your deere Eyes Where all my life's peace lies With me at warre Why to my Ruine tending Do
skild then Phoebus on a Lute in running â—ore then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily In stealing Harts most sliely Since thou deere Hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay mee thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou stealst my Hart. MADRIGALL VII Cupid proued a Fenser AH Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fenser tooke thee But as a Fenser oft faines blowes and thrusts Where hee doth meane no harme Then turnes his balefull Arme And wounds his foe whereas hee least mistrusts So thou with fencing Art Fayning to wound mine Eyes hast hit my hart SONNET VIII Vpon her commending though most vndeseruedly his Verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since coÌ„posed Which my great Loue her greater Cruelty My constant faith her false Inconstancy My praiseles stile her o're-praisd worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeeres did yeeld so firme affection If her Moon-beams short of your Suns perfectioÌ„ Taught my hoars Muse to sing as you say cleerly How much how much should I loue adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeeres to like aught els before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make Heauen Earth resound your praise admired MADRIGAL VIII Hee compares himselfe to a Candle-flie LIke to the seely flie To the deere light I flie Of your disdainfull Eyes But in a diuerse wise Shee with the flame doth play By night alone and I both night and day Shee to a Candle runnes I to a light far brighter then the Sunne 's Shee neere at hand is fyred I both neere hand and far-away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to bee But I my burning and my death foresee MADRIGAL IX Answere to her question what loue was IF I behold your Eyes Loue is a Paradize But if I veiw my Hart Ti 's an infernall smart ODE VIII That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN Heau'n the blessed Angels haue their beeing In hel the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts Earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the Aire are fleeing With finnes the people gliding Of Water haue th' enioying In Fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspier To loue your beauty Beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine Eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope feares contention Earth holds my drossy wit and dull inuention Th' ill foode of airie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares stil flowing My weeping Eies are turned My constant Heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspier In Heau'n is no beauty more excelling In Hell no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fier MADRIGAL X. Vpon his time rous silence in her presence ARE Louers full of fier How comes it then my Verses are so colde And how when I am nie her And fit occasion wills me to be bolde The more I burne the more I do desier The lesse I dare requier Ah Loue this is thy wondrous Art To freeze the tongue and fire the hart MADRIGAL XI Vpon her long Absence IF this most wretched and infernall Anguish Wherin so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer-fill me As presently it kill mee I wil conclude hows'euer Schooles deceaue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man Vpon seeing his Face in her Eie FAirest and kindest of all woman-kinde Since you did me the vndeserued grace â—n your faire Eye to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kinde Looke in mine Eie and I will shew to you The fairest face that Heau'ns Eie doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme Eie Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface But could O could you once my Heart espie Your forme at large you there engrav'd shuld see Which nor by Time nor Death can razed bee MADRIGAL XII Vpon her hiding her face fom him GOE wayling Accents goe With my warm teares scalding teares attended To th' Author of my woe â—nd humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eyes Where he beholdes his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you His heart wherein Loues heau'n you may view MADRIGAL XIII Vpon her Beauty and Inconstancie Whosoeuer longs to trie Both Loue and Iealousie My faire vnconstant Ladie let him see And he will soone a iealous Louer bee Then he by proofe shall know As I doe to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell â—n fire and frost in heau'n and in hell A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming Heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart Shut not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Flie not deere Hart to find me al of snowe Hart Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desiers sweet flames to know Hart Thy Snow n'ill hurt me Breast Nor thy Fire will harme me Hart This cold will coole me Breast And this heate wil warme me Hart Take this chaste fire to that pure virgin snow B. Being now thus warm'd I le n'ere seek other fire H Thou giu'st more blis thaÌ„ mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take than Angells can desire Both together Let one griefe harme vs And let one ioy fill vs Let one loue warme vs And let one death kill vs. ELEGIE III. For what cause he obtaines not his Ladies fauour Deere why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I st that my â—ocke-hol'd face doth beauty lacke No Your sweet Sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth I st that my musk lesse cloaths are plaine blacke No What wise Ladie loues fine noddies With poore-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No My true Heart which I present you Should more than golde or pearle content you I st That my Verses want inuention rare No I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely show it â—st That I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhorre you Dwell still in Court the place fit for you â—st That you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I
Which makes me hope she wil some fauour show And from her sugred lippes cause comfort flowe Into mine Eares my hart with ioy to feede Yet though she reads and reading knowes my griefe And knowledge moues her pitie my distresse Yet do her lips sweet lips yeeld no releefe Much do I muse but find no cause but this That in her lips her heauenly lips that blisse them Her words loth thence to part stay there to kisse theÌ„ SONNET XII Comparison of his Hart to a Tempest-beaten Ship LIke a Sea-tossed Barke with tackling spent And Starres obscur'd his watry iornies guide By lowd tempestuous windes and raging tide From waue to waue with dreadfull fury sent Fares my poore Hart my Hart-strings being rent And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide Since your faire eies my Stars theÌ„selues do hide Clouding their light in frownes and discontent For from your frowns do spring my sighes teares Teares flow like seas sighes like winds do bloe Whose ioyned rage most violently beares My Tempest-beaten hart from woe to woe And if your Eyes shine not that I may shun it On Rocke despaire my sighes and teares wil run it ELEGIE To his Lady who had vowel Virginitie EV'N as my hand my Pen on Paper laies My trembling hand my Pen from Paper staies â—est that thine eies which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid cease to moue you So that I fare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth Hope the same Dispaire mislikes What hope sets down those lines despair outstrikes So that my nursing-murthering Pen affords A Graue and Cradle to my new-borne words But whil'st like clowds tosst vp and downe the ayre 〈◊〉 racked hang twixt Hope and sadde Despaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conq'ring Hope my Hart doth yeeld For when mine eies vnpartially are fixed On thy Rose cheekes with Lillies intermixed And on thy forehead like a cloude of snow From vnder which thine eies like Sunnes do show And all those partes which curiously do meete Twixt thy large-spreading haire and pretty feete Yet looking on them all discerne no one That owes not homage vnto Cupids Throne Then Chastitie me thinkes no claime should lay To this faire Realme vnder Loues Scepters sway For onely to the Queene of amorous pleasure Belongs thy Beauties tributary treasure Treasure which doth more than those riches please For which men plow long furrowes in the Seas If you were wrinckled olde or Natures scorne Or time your beauties colours had out-worne Or were you mewed vp from gazing eies Like to a cloystred Nunne which liuing dies Then might you waite on Chastities pale Queene Not being faire or being faire not seene But you are faire so passing passing faire That loue I must though louing I despaire For when I saw your eies O cursed blisse Whose light I would not laue nor yet would misse For t is their light alone by which I liue And yet their sight alone my deaths wound giue Looking vpon your heart-entangling looke I like a heedelesse Bird was snar'de and tooke It lies not in our will to hate or loue For Natures influence our will doth moue And loue of Beauty Nature hath innated In Harts of men when first they were created For eu'n as Riuers to the Ocean runne Returning backe from whence they first begunne Or as the Skie about the Earth doth wheele Or giddy ayre like to a Drunkard reele So with the course of Nature doth agree That Eies which Beauties Adamant do see Should on Affections line trembling remayne True-subiect-like eying their Soueraigne If of mine Eies you also could bereaue me As you already of my hart deceiue me Or could shut vp my rauisht eares through which You likewise did m'inchaunted Heart bewitch Or had in Absence both these illes combinde For by your Absence I am deafe and blinde And neither Eares nor Eies in aught delight But in your charming speach and gratious sight To roote out Loue all meanes you can inuent Were all but labour lost and time ill spent For as the sparkes being spent which fier procure The fire doth brightly-burning still endure Though Absence so your sparkling Eies remoue My Hart still burnes in endles flames of Loue. Then striue not gainst the streame to none effect But let due Loue yeeld Loue a due respect Nor seeke to ruine what your selfe begunne Or loose a Knot that cannot be vndone But vnto Cupids bent conforme your will For will you nill you I must loue you stiâ—l But if your Will did swimme with Reasons tide Or followed Natures neuer-erring guide It cannot chuse but bring you vnto this To tender that which by you gotten is Why were you faire to be besought of many If you liue chaste not to be wonne of any For if that Nature loue to Beautie offers And Beauty shunne the loue that Nature proffer's Then either vniust Beauty is too blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'de then Nature is vniust Vniustly then Nature hath heartes created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattering them with a faire-seeming ill To poyson them with Beauties sugred Pill Thinke you that Beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from Nature neuer deede did passe But it by wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdewed Or making each mans heart your Beauties thrall You be enioyed of no one at all For as the Lions strength to seize his pray And fearefull Hares light foote to runne away Are as an idle Talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue Beauties bonds to show By which mens Eies engaged Hearts do owe If Time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted Tribute to your Beauties raigne But if these Reasons being vainely spent You fight it out to the last Argument Tell me but how one Body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as Contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whil'st mutually at strife they doe impeach The glosse and lustre proper vnto each So where one body ioyntly doth inuest An Angells face and cruell Tygres brest There dieth both Allegeance and Command For self-deuided kingdomes cannot stand But as a Child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth that And hauing weyes not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste Beauty so both will and will not haue The self-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now Loue now Hate affecteth And Loue or Hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the Webb Penelope did weaue Which made by day shee did at night vnreaue Fruitlesse Affections endlesse threede is spunne At one selfe instant
twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste Beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A Marble hart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning Eyes Deaths sable Darte and Cupids Arrow flies Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy streams where each doth raign as king Let Tyrant Chastities vsurped Throane Bee made the seate of Beauties grace alone And let your Beauty bee with this suffiz'd That my harts Cittie is by it surpriz'd Raze not my Hart nor to your Beauty raise Blood-guilded Trophees of your Beauties praise For wisest Conquerors doo Townes desire On honourable termes and not with fyre SONNET XIII That he cannot leaue to loue though commanded HOw can my Loue in equitie bee blamed Still to importune though it ne'r obtayne Since though her face and voice will me refraine Yet by her Voyce and Face I am inflamed For when alas her face with frownes is framed To kill my Loue but to reuiue my payne And when her voice commands but all in vayne That loue both leaue to be and to bee named Her Syren voyce doth such enchantment moue And thogh she frown eu'n frowns so louely make her That I of force am forced still to loue Since then I must and yet can not forsake her My fruitles praiers shall cease in vaine to moue her But my deuoted Hart ne're cease to moue her SONNET XIIII He desires leaue to write of his Loue. MVst my deuoted Heart desist to loue her No loue I may but I may not confesse it What harder thing than loue and yet depresse it Loue most conceal'd doth most it selfe discouer Had I no pen to shew that I approue her Were I tongue-tide that I might not addresse it In Plaints and Prayr'es vnfained to expresse it Yet could I not my deepe affection couer Had I no pen my very teares would show it Which write my true affection in my face Were I tong-tide my sighs wold make her know it Which witnes that I grieue at my disgrace Since then though silent I my loue discouer O let my pen haue leaue to say I loue her Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid muliere Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter than a Feather And the Winde more light than eather But a Womans fickle minde More than Feather Dust or Winde W. D. SONETS ODES ELEGIES and other POESIES Splendidis longum valedico nugis ANOMOS III. Sonnets for a Proeme to the Poems following That Loue onely made him a Poet and that all sortes of Verses both in Rime and Measure agree with his Lady SONNET I. SOme men they say are Poets borne by kinde And suck that science from their mothers brest An easie Arte that comes with so great rest And happy men to so good hap assignde In some desire of praise enflames the minde To clime with paine Parnassus double crest Some hope of rich Rewardes hath so possest That Gold in Castall Sands they seeke to finde Me neither Nature hath a Poet made Nor loue of Glory mou'de to learne the trade Nor thirst of Golde perswaded for to write For Natures graces are too fine for mee Praise like the Peacockes pride her selfe to see Desire of Gaine the basest mindes delight SONNET II. WHat mou'd me then say Loue for thou cāst tel Of thee I learn'd this skill if skill I haue Thou knowst the Muse whose help I alwais craue Is none of those that on Parnassus dwell My Muse is such as doth them all excell They all to her alone their cunning gaue To sing to dance to play to make so braue Thrice threefold Graces her alone befell From her do flow the streames that water mee Hers is the praise if I a Poet bee Her only looke both will and skill doth giue What maruaile then if I those lawes refuse Which other Poets in their making vse Since by her lookes I write by which I liue SONNET III. THus am I free from lawes that other binde Who diuerse verse to diuerse matter frame All kinde of Stiles doo serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I finde The lofty Verse doth shew her noble minde By which shee quencheth Loues enraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kinde In mournefull Tragicke Verse for her I die In Comicke shee reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace strife Ech word she speakes doth cause both death life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone ODE I. Where his Lady keepes his hart SWeete Loue mine only treasure For seruice long vnfained Wherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell mee in what parte My Lady keepes my Harte If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined Which fire and art haue fined Her thrall my hart I render For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide If in her Eyes shee binde it Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I only wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her Breast haue dained With kindnes to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone To her Eyes FAine would I learne of thee thou murth'ring Eie Whether thy glance bee fire or else a dart For with thy looke in flames thou mak'st mee frie And with the same thou strik'st mee to the hart Pierst with thy lookes I burne in fire And yet those lookes I still desire The flie that buzzeth round about the flame Knows not poore Soule she gets her death therby I see my death and seeing seeke the same And seeking finde and finding chuse to die That when thy lookes my life haue slaine Thy lookes may giue mee life againe Turne then to mee those sparkling Eyes of thine And with their firy glances pierce my hart Quench not my light lest I in darknes pine Strike deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life bee spilt Kill mee as often as thou wilt ODE II. The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me drie And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hotte desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The sencelesse stone that from on hie Descends to Earth below With greater haste it selfe doth plie The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight Desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see
my selfe so neere the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke Loue the onely price of Loue. THe fairest Pearles that Northerne Seas do breed For pretious stones from Easterne coasts are sold Nought yeelds the earth that froÌ„ exchange is freed Gold valews all and all things valew Gold Where goodnes wants an equall change to make There greatnes serues or number place doth take No mortall thing can beare so hie a price But that with mortall thing it may be bought The corne of Sicill buies the westerne spice French wine of vs of them our cloth is sought No pearles no gold no stones no corne no spice No cloth no wine for loue can pay the price What thing is loue which nought can counteruaile Nought saue it selfe eu'n such a thing is Loue. All worldly wealth in worth as far doth faile As lowest earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is Loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but with selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy Loue doth claime as due Thy due is Loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer bee And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue requite All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my hart such blis Accept it for thy Prisner at it is His Hart arraigned of Theft and acquitted MY Hart was found within my Ladies Brest Close coucht for feare that no maÌ„ might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight Arrest And Felon-like hee must arraigned bee What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her hart away The Bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe cheefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'EnditemeÌ„t read by which his blood was sought That he poore hart by stealth had broke the lawes His Plea was such as each man might descry For grace and ruth were read in either Eye Yet forc'd to speake his farther Plea was this That sore pursude by mee that sought his blood Because so oft his presence I did mis Whil'st as he said he labour'd for my good He voyd of helpe to haue his harmes redrest Tooke Sanctuary within her sacred brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true intent And that his cause did touch her honor neere Since he from me to her for succour went That ruth may raigne where rigour did appeere Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made the guiltles hart to hide MADRIGAL I. THine Eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindenesse So shall I blesse my blindenesse PHALEVCIAKS I. TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What Charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wisht I so oft that hower vnhappy When with freedome I might recount my tormeÌ„ts And pleade for remedy by true lamenting Dumbe nay dead in a trance I stood amazed When those looks I beheld that late I long'd for No speech no memory no life remained Now speech prateth apace my griefe bewraying Now â—ootlesse memory my plaints remembreth Now life moueth againe but al auailes not Speech life and memory die altogether With speech life memory Loue onely dies not Deadly Sweetnes SWeet thoghts the food on which I feeding sterue Sweet tears the drink that more augmeÌ„ts my thirst Sweet eies the stars by which my cours doth swerue Sweet hope my death which wast my life at first Sweet thoughts sweet teares sweet hope sweet eies How chance that death in sweetnes lies MADRIGAL II. Verball Loue. IF Loue be made of words as woods of Trees Who more belou'd then I If loue be hotte where true desire doth freeze Who more then she doth frie Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water drie Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees Hee liue that dead doth lie What else but blinde is he that nothing sees But deafe that heares no crie Such is her vowed loue to mee Yet must I thinke it true to bee Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and Fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to finde Why Loue in Ladies eies doth dwell 〈◊〉 thought because himselfe was blinde Hee lookt that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For Loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But Time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her Eies my heart is hit Deepe is the wound though none appeere Their glauncing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shaftes but those I musde to see their eies so bright And little thought they had beene fire I gazde vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can Loue require Than that where grow both shafts and fire Loues Contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for Delight for that long since is fled Despaire did shut the Gate against Releefe When Loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To thinke what toyes do tosse my troubled head How most I wish that most I should tefraine And seeke the thing that least I long to finde And finde the wound by which my heart is slaine Yet want both skill and will to ease my minde Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for colde and yet refraine the fire I long to see and yet I shunne her sight I scalde in Sunne and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to die I feele no hurte and yet for help enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Heu cogor voti nescius esse mei ODE III. DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest virtue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is Loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extreames are alwayes worthy blame Enough is common kindnes What floods of teares do Louers spend What sighes from out their hearts they send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the Loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is Loue in wordes faire wordes may faine Is Loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnes raigne Yet few or none so
craue it Thou wouldst be lou'de and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For virtue why of her alone I say so more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be aught but heate of youth MADRIGAL III. SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill In none but her al Graces friendly meete â—n all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is Fancy vnder feete Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her Heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo SMoothe are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lippes so is the swallowing Sand. Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweet is thy promise but it wil not stand Smooth soft faire sweet to theÌ„ that lightly tuch Rough hard foule sowre to them that take too much Thy looks so smoothe haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thoght that hooks could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt mee with desire Thy wordes so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lippes that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine PHALEVCIACKS II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despayre am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from eue to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my hart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beams of her Eies Apollo darkning Life and light do I loose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her Eyes beholding Death and life I refuze not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them L'ENVOY in ryming Phaleuciacks MVse not Lady to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedy for ease requireth When sweet Ioy did abound I writt the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lyes it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my hart with gladnesse SONNET IIII. WRongde by Desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite therby Rash was Reuenge and sware desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my Hart in rage hee hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my Eares disdainfull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine Eyes with scornfull traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my hart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor hee from mee nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chaÌ„g'd the world throwout And nought is counted good but what is strang New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in mee But as I am so will I alwayes bee For who can change that likes his former choice Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyce is made change he that list for mee Such as I am such will I alwaies bee Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight 〈◊〉 heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought â—â—ne inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full Content desiers no Change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes bee Râ—st then my Hart and keep thine olde delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so wil I alwayes bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of fame of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'de to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then Change farewell thou art no Mate for me But as I am so will I alwayes be Iamais aulire To his Eies VNhappy Eies the causers of my paine That to my foe betray'd my strongest hold Wherein he like a Tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason solde Too late you call for help of me in vaine Whom Loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my Heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moon-light THe night say all was made for rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the ready way That brought mee to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I inioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe fayre Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To loose the prayse of Beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I prayse Whose nights are cleerer then the dayes Vpon her Absence The summer Sun that scalds the grouÌ„d with heate And burns the Grasse dries the Riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Gote he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But
cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Seas haue their sourse so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the foords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it mooue The firmest faith is in the fewest wordes The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True Harts haue eyes eares no tongs to speake They heare see and sigh and then they breake Incerto An Answere to the first Staffe that Loue is vnlike in Beggers and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismyres anger which the Lyons rage What is the Buzzing flie where Eagles bee drop the sparke no seas can Aetna swage Small is the heat in Beggers brests that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings who shrouds himself where slender hairs cast shade But mighty Oakes may scorne the Summer Sun Smal cure wil serue wher Bees the wouÌ„d haue made But Dragons poyson through each part doth run Light is the loue that Beggers bosome stings Deepe is the wound that Cupid makes in Kings Smal channels serue where shallow springs do slide And little helpe will turne or stay their course The highest banks scarce holde the swelling tide Which ouer-throwes all stops with raging force The baser sort scarce wett them in the springs Which ouer-whelme the heads of mighty kings What though in both the hart bee set of Loue The self same ground both corne and cockle breeds Fast by the Bryer the Pine-tree mounts aboue One kinde of grasse the Iade and Iennet feedes So from the hart by secret virtue springs Vnlike desire in Beggers and in Kings ANOMOS A Song in praise of a Beggers life BRight shines the Sun play Beggers play Here 's scraps enough to serue to day What noyse of Vials is so sweete As when our merry clappers ring What mirth doth want where Beggers meete A Beggers life is for a King Eate drinke and play sleepe when wee list Go where wee will so stocks be mist Bright shines c. The world is ours and ours alone For wee alone haue world at will Wee purchase not all is our owne Both fields and streetes wee Beggers fill Nor care to get nor feare to keepe Did euer breake a Beggers sleepe Bright shines c. A hundred head of blacke and white Vpon our downes securely feede â—f any dare his master bite He dies therefore as sure as Creede Thus Beggers Lord it as they please And none but Beggers liue at ease Bright shines the Sun c. Vpon beginning without making an end Begin and halfe is done yet halfe vndone remaines Begin that half al is done thou art easd of pains The second halfe is all when halfe thereof is dun The other halfe is al again new work must be begun Thus he that stil begins doth nothing but by halues And things half done as good vndone half oxen are but calues An Epigram to Sir Phillip Sydney in Elegicall Verse Translated out of Iodelle the French Poet. â—ambridge worthy Philip by this verse builds thee an Altar â—Gainst time tempest strong to abide for euer That praise of verses no length of time can abollish Which Greece Italy purchased endles honor then pursuing their steps like glory to purchase Wil make thy memory famous in after ages And in these measured verses thy glory be sounded So be thy holy fauor help to my holy fury HEXAMETERS Vpon the neuer-enough praised Sir Phillip Sidney WHat can I now suspect or what can I feare any longer Oft did I feare oft hope whil'st life in Sidney remained Of nothing can I now despaire for nought can I hope for This good is in misery when great extreamitie grieues vs That neither hope of good nor feare of worse can affright vs. And can I then complaine when no complaint can auaile me How can I seeme to be discontent or what can I weepe for He liues eternall with endlesse Glorie bedecked Yea still on earth hee liues and still shall liue by the Muses An other vpon the same WHat strange aduenture what now vnlook't for arriuall Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Booetia mountaines To chuse our country to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarse can I that suppose scarse thinke I those to be Muses No sound of melody no voyce but drery lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene sits hidde for a shame in a corner Heare ye the carefull sighes fetcht from the depth of her entrailes There weepes Calliope there sometimes lusty Thaleia Ay me alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Heere lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carcase but fame shall liue to the worldes end Others vpon the same WHom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loytred bloody Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three Sisters doe more then nine in a combat Was force of no force was fayre entreatie refused Where is the Musicke that sometimes mooued Alecto That gaind Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the twoo you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret And giue fitt plasters for wounds that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that can not Sidney recouer And couldst thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For King Admetus gainst course of naturall order And canst doe nothing to saue so faithfull a seruant As for Mars well I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild all kindnes no ruth of him can be lookt for And daintie Pallas disdain'd for-sooth to bee present Enuie perhaps nay greefe as I gesse was cause of her absence Only wee poore wretches whom gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrowfull outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmark Persia Turkey India where Phoebus climes from the sea to the skie-ward India where Phoebus declines from the skie to the Sea-ward Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All coasts where rising or falling Phoebus appeereth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling Princely Lions roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares and grunting wild Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand astonisht forgetting naturall of-spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter appoynted As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe-strings tuned in order Drew from their places wilde beasts and trees by the musicke Swift-flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a
Nor let it bee the pledge of kindnes more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet loue I aske not such bold fauours as before I beg but this afforde mee but thy hart â—or then I know thou wilt the rest impart ODE ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against thy strength Distance and length Do what thou canst for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and Time doth settle Who loues a Mistris of such qualitie Hee soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time place and all mortality To harts that cannot vary Absence is present Time doth tarry My Sences want their outward motions Which now within Reason doth win Redoubled in her secret notions Like rich men that takes pleasure In hiding more then handling Treasure By Absence this good meanes I gaine That I can catch her Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine There I embrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her LOue is the linke the knot the bande of vnitie And al that loue do loue with their belou'd to be Loue only did decree To change his kind in mee For though I lou'd with all the powers of my mind And though my restles thoughts their rest in her did find Yet are my hopes declinde Sith shee is most vnkinde For since her beuties sun my fruitles hope did breede By absence from that sun I hop't to sterue that weed Though absence did indeede My hopes not sterue but feede For when I shift my place like to the stricken deere I cannot shift the shaft which in my side I beare Ay mee it resteth there The cause is not elsewhere So haue I seene the sick to turne turne againe â—s if that outward chaÌ„ge could ease his inward pain But still alas in vaine The fitt doth stil remaine Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow For goodnes causde the loue which great respect did owe Respect true loue did show True loue thus wrought my woe Ignoto SONNET BEst pleas'd shee is when Loue is most exprest And somtime saies that loue shold be requiteâ— Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righteâ— When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose hart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sun yet still benighted By her despayre is blam'de and hope supprest Shee still denies yet still her hart consenteth Shee grants mee all but that which I desire Shee fuell sends but bids mee leaue the fire Shee lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish Loue by reason of thy blindnes I die for want of Loue yet kild with kindnes SONNET WHen a weake Child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernes can not sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his payne Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a Diet. I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weakenes dead if I but take The pleasantest receipt that Art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake â—ah fayre God of Phisick it may bee But Phisick to my Nurse would mee recouer Shee whom I loue with beautie nurseth mee But with a bitter mixture kils her Louer I assure my selfe I should not die hee were purged of her crueltie SONNET WEre I as base as is the lowly playne And you my Loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend to Heauen in honour of my Loue. Were I as hight as Heau'n aboue the playne And you my Loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the Mayne Wherso'ere you were with you my Loue should go Were you the Earth deere Loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand Eyes Till heau'n wax't blind and til the world were dun Whereso'ere I am below or els aboue you Whereso'ere you are my hart shal truly loue you I. S. A MADRIGAL MY Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt It doth so well become her For eu'ry season she hath dressings fitt For Winter Spring and Summer No Beautie shee doth misse When all her Robes are on But Beauties selfe shee is When all her Robes are gone A MADRIGAL WHen I to you complayne Of all the woe and payne Which you make mee endure without release You answere nought againe But Beare and hold your peace Deer I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall doo SONNET THe Poets fayne that when the world beganne Both sexes in one body did remaine Till Ioue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this deuision he the hart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the hart That if there were a reuniting euer Ech part might know which was his counterpaâ—â— See then deere loue th' Indenture of my hart And reade the Cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your hart be not the counterpart Of my true harts indented chast desire And if it bee so may it euer bee Twoo harts in one twixt you my Loue and mee I. S. An Inuectiue against Women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see to Are women sweete Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweete to them that inlie loue them Chaste discreet to all saue those that proue them â—re women wise Not wise but they be witty â—re women witty Yea the more the pitty â—hey are so witty and in witte so wily â—hat be you ne're so wise they will beguile yee â—re women footes Not fooles but fondlings many an women fond be faithfull vnto any â—hen snow-white swans do turne to colour sable â—hen women fond will be both firme and stable â—re women Saints No Saints nor yet no Deuills â—re women good Not good but needefull euills Angel-like that Deuills I do not doubt them needefull ills that few can liue without them â—â—e women prowd I passing prowd praise them â—â—e women kind I wondrous kind and please them â—â—r so imperious no man can indure them â—â—r so kinde-hearted any may procure them Ignoto An Elegie in Trimeter Iambickes Vnhappy Verse the witnes of my vnhappy state Make thy self fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And fly forth vnto my Loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on hir heau'nly Virginalls If in Bed tel her that mine eies can take no rest If at Board tel her that my mouth can taste no food If at her Virginalls tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffreth no sleepe Say that raging Loue doth appall the weake stomak Say that lamenting Loue marreth the musicall Tel hir that hir plesures were wont to lul me asleep Tel hir that hir beautie was wont to feed mine eies Tel hir that her sweet tongue was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindely rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely foode Now do I alwayes die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer SONNET MIne eie with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First prowd sith it presum'd to looke so hie a watchman being made stoode gazing by 2. and idle tooke no heede till I was caught And enuious beares enuy that by thought should in his absence be to her so nie to kill my heart mine eye let in her eie 4. and so consent gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue from her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. vnchaste a bawde betweene my heart and loue 7. a glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damnd in Loues sweete fire H. C. SONNET To two most Honorable and Virtuous Ladies sisters YEe Sister-Muses doe not yee repine That I two Sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truely rare Then the whole Troope of all the heau'nly nine But if yee aske me which is more diuine I answer Like to their twinne-eies they are Of which ech is more bright than brightest starr Yet neither doth more bright than other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious toâ—gues take pleasure to speake well How should I you commend sith eyther one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The onely praise I can you giue is this That One of you like to the Other is H. C. Of Cynthia TH' Ancient Readers or Heauens Booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To bee transitory This the learned only knew But now all men finde it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Landes and Seas shee rules below Where things change and ebbe and flowe Spring waxe olde and perish Only Time which all doth mowe Her alone doth cherish Times yong howres attend her still And her Eyes and Cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beautie All her louers olde do grow But their hartes they do not so In their Loue and duty This Song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at shew on horsebacke wherwith the right Honorablâ— the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnessâ— on Maie day last Finis
â—hese same words or this effecting â—y old mates I grieue to see â—oyde of me in field to bee Where we once our louely sheepe â—ouingly like friends did keepe Oft each others friendship prouing Neuer striuing but in louing â—ut may Loue abiding bee â—n poore shepheards base degree â—t belongs to such alone To whom arte of Loue is knowne Seely shepheards are not witting What in art of Loue is fitting Nay what neede the Arte to those To whom we our loue disclose It is to be vsed then When we doe but flatter men Friendship true in hart assured Is by natures giftes procured Therefore shepheardes wanting skill Can Loues duties best fulfill Since they know not how to faine Nor with Loue to cloake Disdaine Like the wiser sorte whose learning Hides their inward will of harming Well was I while vnder shade Oten Reedes me musicke made Striuing with my Mates in Song Mixing mirth our Songs among Greater was that shepheards treasure Then this false fine Courtly pleasure Where how many Creatures be So many pufft in minde I see Like to Iunoes birdes of pride Scarce each other can abide Friends like to blacke Swannes appearing Sooner these than those in hearing Therefore Pan if thou mayst be Made to listen vnto me Grant I say if seely man May make treaty to god Pan That I without thy denying â—lay be still to thee relying Only for my two loues sake Sir Ed. D. and M. F.◠〈◊〉 whose loue I pleasure take â—nly two do me delight With their euer-pleasing sight â—f all men to thee retaining â—â—ant me with those two remaining 〈◊〉 shall I to thee alwayes â—ith my reedes sound mighty praise â—â—d first Lambe that shall befall â—arely decke thine Altar shall â—t please thee be reflected â—â—d I from thee not reiected I left him in that place â—â—king pitty on his case â—arning this among the rest â—hat the meane estate is best â—â—tter filled with contenting â—â—yde of wishing and repenting Sir Ph. Sidney Fiction how Cupid made a Nymph wound her selfe with his Arrowes â—T chaunst of late a Shepheards swaine That went to seeke a strayed sheepe Within a thicket on the plaine â—pide a daintie Nymph asleepe â—er golden Haire ore-spread her face â—er carelesse Armes abroad were cast â—er Quiuer had her Pillowes place â—er breast lay bare to euery blast The Shepheard stood and gazde his fill Nought durst hee doo nought durst he say When Chance or else perhaps his Will Did guide the God of Loue that way The crafty boy that sees her sleep Whom if shee wakte he durst not see Behinde her closely seekes to creepe Before her nap should ended bee There come he steales her shaftes away And puttes his owne into their place Ne dares he any longer stay But ere she wakes hies thence apace Scarce was hee gone when shee awakes And spies the Shepheard standing by Her bended Bowe in haste shee takes And at the simple Swaine let fly Foorth flew the shafte and pierst his hart That to the ground hee fell with paine Yet vp againe forthwith hee start And to the Nymphe hee ran amaine Amaz'de to see so strange a sight She shot and shot but all in vaine The more his wounds the more his might Loue yeeldeth strength in midst of paine Her angry Eyes are great with teares She blames her hands she blames her skill The bluntnesse of her Shaftes she feares And try them on her selfe she will Take heed sweet Nimph try not the shaft Eache little touch will pricke the harte Alas thou knowest not Cupids craft Reuenge is ioy the End is smart Yet try she wil and prick some bare Her Hands were glou'd and next to hand Was that faire Breast that breast so rare That made the shepheard sencelesse stand That brest she prickt and through that brest Loue findes an entry to her hart At feeling of this new-come Guest Lord how the gentle Nimph doth start Shee runnes not now she shootes no more Away the throwes both shaftes and bowe Shee seekes for that she shun'd before She thinke the Shepheards haste too slowe Though mountaines meet not Louers may So others doo and so doo they The God of Loue sittes on a tree And laughes that pleasant sight to see DIALOGVE betweene two shepheards Thenot and Piers in praise of ASTREA made by the excellent Lady the Lady Mary Countesse of Pembrook at the Queenes Maiesties being at her house at Anno 15. â—hen I Sing diuine ASTREAS praise O Muses help my wittes to raise And heaue my Verses higher Piers. Thou needst the truth but plainely tell Which much I doubt thou canst not well Thou art so oft a lier â—hen If in my Song no more I show Than Heau'n and Earth and Sea do know Then truely I haue spoken â—iers Sufficeth not no more to name But being no lesse the like the same Else lawes of truth be broken â—â—en Then say she is so good so faire With all the earth she may compare Not Momus selfe denying â—â—ers Compare may thinke where likenesse holds Nought like to her the earth enfoldes I lookt to finde you lying Then ASTREA sees with Wisedoms sight Astrea workes by Vertues might And ioyntly both do stay in her â—iers Nay take from them her hand her minde The one is lame the other blinde Shall still your lying staine her â—hen Soone as ASTREA shewes her face Strait euery ill auoides the place And euery good aboundeth Piers. Nay long before her face doth showe The last doth come the first doth goe How lowde this lie resoundeth â—hen ASTREA is our chiefest ioy Our chiefest guarde against annoy Our chiefest wealth our treasure Piers. Where chiefest are three others bee To vs none else but only shee When wilt thou speake in measure Then ASTREA may be iustly sayd A field in flowry Roabe arrayd In Season freshly springing Piers. That Spring indures but shortest time This neuer leaues Astreas clime Thou liest instead of singing Then As heauenly light that guides the day Right so doth thine each louely Ray That from Astrea flyeth Piers. Nay darknes oft that light enclowdes Astreas beames no darknes shrowdes How lowdly Thenot lyeth Then ASTREA rightly terme I may A manly Palme a Maiden Bay Her verdure neuer dying Piers. Palme oft is crooked Bay is lowe Shee still vpright still high doth growe Good Thenot leaue thy lying Then Then Piers of friendship tell me why My meaning true my words should ly And striue in vaine to raise her Piers. Words from conceit do only rise Aboue conceit her honour flies But silence nought can praise her Mary Countesse of Pembroke A Roun-de-lay in inuerted Rimes betweene the twoo friendly Riuals Strephon and Klaius in the presence of VRANIA Mistris to them both Strephon. O Whither shall I turne mee From thine eies sight Whose sparkling light With quenchles flames present absent burne n For I burne when as I view them And I burne when I eschew them Klaius Pâ—nce I cannot eschew
might thy cares poore Shepheards Swaine Flie from thy carefull head Ignoto IIII. EGLOGVE Concerning olde Age. The beginning and end of this Eglogue are wanting Perin FOr when thou art not as thou wont of yore No cause why life should please thee any more Whilome I was in course of former yeeres Ere freezing Eld had coolde my youthly rage Of mickle worth among my Shepheards Peeres Now for I am some-dele ystept in age For pleasance strength and beautie ginnes asswage Ech litle Heard-groom laughs my wrinkled face Ech bonny lasse for Cuddy shunnes the place For all this woe none can wee iustly twight But hatefull Eld the foe to pleasant rest Which like a Theefe doth rob vs of delight Wrenock Perin enough few words beene alwayes best Needs must be borne that cannot be redrest Selfe am I as thou seest in thilke estate The griefe is eath to beare that haz a mate â—ut sicker for to speake the truth indeed â—hou seem'st to blame that blamelesse seems to me And hurtlesse Eld to sneb ill mought he speed That slayes the Dog for Wolues so wicked bee The faults of men thou lay'st on Age I see For which if Eld were in it selfe too blame Then I and all my Peeres should taste the same Perin Wreenock I weene thou doat'st through rusty Eld And think'st with fained words to bleare mine eie Thou for thy store art euer blissefull held Thy heapes of gold nill let thee sorrow spie Thy Flocks full safe here vnder shade doe lie Thy weanlings fat thine ews with bladders blowne A iollier Shepheard haue we seldome knowne Wrenock For thilke my store great Pan yherried be But if for thy mine age with ioy I beare How falles it that thy selfe vnlike to me Art vexed so with griefe and bootlesse feare Thy store will let thee sleepe on either eare But neither want makes Age to wisemen hard Nor fools by welth from grieuous pains are bard Perin Seest not how free yond Lambkin skips and plaies And wrigs his tayle and buts with tender head All for he feeles the heate of youngthly dayes Which secret law of kinde hath inly bred Thilke Ewe from whom all Ioy with youth is fled See how it hangs the head as it would weep Whilome it skipt vneathes now may it creep Wrenock No fellowship hath state of Beasts with man In them is nought but strength of lim and bone Which endes with age as it with age began But man they saine as other Creature none Hath vncouth fire conuayd from Heau'n by one His name I wist that yeelds him inward light Sike fire as Welkin showes in winter night Which neither Age nor Time can weare away Which waxeth bett for vse as Shepheards Crooke That euer shineth brighter day by day Also though wrinkled seeme the aged looke Bright shines the fire that from the stars we tooke And sooth to say thilke Ewe laments the paine That thilke same wanton Lamb is like sustaine Perin Ah Thenot be not all thy teeth on edge To see youngths folke to sport in pastimes gay To pitch the Barre to throwe the weightie sledge To dance with Phillis all the holli-day To hunt by day the Fox by night the Gray Sike peerelesse pleasures wont vs for to queme Now lig we laide as drownd in heauy dreame Anomos Deest Sonnets Odes Elegies and Madrigalls By Francis Dauison and Walter Dauison Brethren SONET I. Dedication of these Rimes to his first loue IF my harsh humble stile and Rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beautie glorious My Muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heauenly beams are o're my sight victoriouâ— If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laide by Loues hand and not by Arte laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blesseâ— Ennabling me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eies my loue your hart displeasing Breed hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your self how can the wretch amend iâ— I wondrous faire he wondrous deerely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing SONNET II. That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection BEND my wits and beate my wearie braine To keep my inward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeereth plaine force my will my sences I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoghts deep sighs or tears that flow Discouer what my heart hides al in vaine â—et blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For wel may Loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskte in a disguized fashion But he whose hart like mine is throghly wouÌ„ded â—an neuer faine no though he were assured â—hat Faining might haue greater grace procured SONNET III. Vpon his absence from her THE fairest Eies O Eies in blacknesse faire That euer shinde and the most heau'nly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that e're perfumde the ayre The cherriest lippes whose kisse might well repair A dead mans state that speech which did displacâ— All meane desiers and all affections base Clogging swift Hâ—â—â—â— winging dead Dispaire That snow-white breast al those faultles feature Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humane creatures Hath Absence banisht from my cursed Eine But in my Heart as in a Mirrour cleere All these perfections to my thoughts appeere SONNET IIII. Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three partes The Story of Proteus Transformations the wonders of the Adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a parte That sing the praises of the Britton Queene Then you faire sweet that only Soueraign beene Of the poore Kingdome of my faithful Harte Or to whose vew should I this speech imparte Where th'adamaÌ„tines rocks great powre is shown But to your coÌ„q'ring eies whose force once known Makes euen Iron harts loath thence to parte Or who of Proteus sundry transformations May better send you the new-fayned Story Then I whose loue vnfain'de felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'de the glory Accept then of these lines though meanely pend So fit for you to take and me to send ELEGIE I. He renounceth his food and former delight in Musickâ— Poesie and Painting SItting at board sometimes preparde to eate I ft hap my minde on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth in steade of pleasant meate And teares do moist my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor tears that ruÌ„ amain Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thoughts o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might to chacâ—â— But as I gan to set my notes in frame A suddaine Passion did my song displace Instead of Rests sighes from my hart did rise Instead of Notes deep sobs and mournful crie Then
deuoyd of smoke and flame Then what is that which mee tormenteth still If such a thing as Loue indeede there bee What kind of thing or which or where is hee If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breed such greefe within my brest If naught how chance the greefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweet amidst my great vnrest For sure mee thinkes it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I fry Whence come thee teares how chance I thus complaine If force perforce I beare this misery What help these Teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in mee But if my selfe consent that so it bee And if my selfe consent that so it bee Vniust I am thus to complaine and cry To looke that other men should succour mee â—ince by my fault I feele such misery Who will not helpe himselfe when well hee can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous Seas By sundry winds whose blastes blow sundry waies And eu'ry blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring dayes The Steers-man gone saile helme tackle lost How can I hope to gayne the wished Coast Wisedome and folly is the lucklesse fraight My ship therewith ballast vnequally Wisedome too light folly of too great waight My Barke and I through them in ieopardie Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loath to die FAyre is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy Hart and that thou wilt not knowe Thou hear'st and smil'st when I thy prayses tell But stopst thine Eares when I my greef would show Yet thou ghin vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling Hart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning Hart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy deerest Name which doth mee still betray For grace sweet Grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what parte shal I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my hart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwayes flee Thine Eyes cast fire to burne my hart And thou reioycest in my smart Then since thou seest the life I leade in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my Heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not Loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest ODE VIII DIsdaine that so doth fill mee Hath surely sworne to kill mee And I must die Desire that still doth burne mee To life againe will turne mee And liue must I. O kill mee then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto mee And yet those lookes vndoo mee O death and life Thy smile some rest doth show mee Thy frowne with warre o'rethrow mee O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue mee both or neither Life only cannot please mee Death only cannot ease mee Change is delight I liue that death may kill mee I die that life may fill mee Both day and night If once Despaire decay Desire will weare away An Inuectiue against Loue. ALL is not Gold that shineth bright in show Nor eu'ry flower so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue do calmest flow And strongest Poysons oft the taste delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmeful hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Summers grasse Which neither Sun can parch nor winde can shake But when the Mould should in the fire be tride The Gold is gone the drâ—sse doth still abide Beautie the flower so fresh so faire so gay So sweet to smell so soft to touch and taste As seemes it should endure by right for ay And neuer be with any storme defaste But when the baleful Southerne wind doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did show Loue is the streame whose waues so calmely flow As might intice mens mindes to wade therein Loue is the poyson mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetnes liking win But as the deepe o'reflowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose taste the fish deceaues And makes them swallow down the choking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenes iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flatt'ring lookes the Louers life do spill Vsque adeâ— dulce puella malum est Vpon an Heroicall Poeme which hee had begunne in Imitation of Virgil of the first Inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyans MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shril Trumpets sound sharpe Swords Lance strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song The God of Loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a Rebell to his Crowne Fit words for Warre quoth he with angry skoff A likely man to write of Marses frowne Well are they sped whose praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but Loue indit This said he whiskt his parti-coulor'd wings And down to earth he comes more swift theÌ„ thog Then to my hart in angry haste he flings To see what chaÌ„ge these news of wars had wroght He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet findes he nought saue loue and Louers pain Then I that now perceiu'd his needles feare With heauy smile began to pleade my cause In vayne quoth I this endlesse greefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy greeuous Lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust Suspect condemne mee as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull hart Is this the hope on which my life is staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paid Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloody field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but payne Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My greefe a game my pen is made a play Yea Loue that doth in other fauour find In mee is counted madnes out of kind And last of all but greeuous most of all Thy selfe sweet Loue hath kild me with suspect Could Loue beleeue that I from Loue would fall â—s warre of force to make mee Loue neglect No Cupid knowes my mind is faster set Then that by war I should
vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine MIne eies haue spent their teares now are drie My weary hand will guide my pen no more My voice is hoarse and can no longer cry My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburdned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she calles in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begunne In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse departe and let me die Some brauer Youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the skie And make thee scorn blind Fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thee entertaine Desire and Fortune with despite haue slaine My Lady dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in Loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of mee Then good my Muse flie back to heau'n againe And let me die to end this endlesse paine BReake heauy hart and rid mee of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vayne by night with teares I waste away Away I waste with teares by night in vaine Teares sighs by night by day encrease this paine Mine Eyes no Eies but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but floods to moyst my hart My hart no hart but harbour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My smart my feares my hart my teares mine eies Are blind dryde spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine Eyes thogh blind see cause of greefe And yet my teares thogh dride run down amaine And yet my hart though spent attends releefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting cry in vaine breake heauy hart WHere witt is ouer-rulde by will And will is led by fond desire There Reason were as good bee still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The hart must rule the head obay What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When hee that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list perforce So Reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne TWixt heate and colde twixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife 〈◊〉 liue in death in cold I fry Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead â—irst burning heate sets all one fire Whereby I seeme in flames to fry Then colde despayre kills hotte desire That drenched deepe in death I lie Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate no end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despayre to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright A liuing death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse eare If needes I must orewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot die If nought but losse I reape in steade of gaine If lasting paine doe euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusde sometime Now shut thine eares and my request deny Still must I loue and waile in woefull Rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuo YE walles that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosde wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flie O shut your selues ech chinke and creuis straine That none but you may heare me thus complain My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to beate but beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnes of my paine As for my Teares whose streames must euer last My silent cowch shall drinke them vp as fast Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies THough naked Trees seeme dead to sight When winter winde doth keenely blow â—et if the roote maintaine her right â—he Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and drie No maruell though the branches die While Hope did liue within my brest â—o winter storme could kill desire â—ut now disdaine hath hope opprest â—ead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote the spire was Loue No sap beneath no life aboue â—nd as we see the rootelesse stocke â—â—taine some sap and spring a while â—et quickely prooue a lifelesse blocke â—â—cause the roote doth life beguile So liues Desire which Hope hath left As twylight shines when Sunne is reft ODE XII To his Heart NAy nay thou striu'st in vaine my Hart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thoughtst thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy Pride Needes must thou seeke a nobler brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice wonne But high disdaine Broke is the threede thy fancie spunne Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse 〈◊〉 must confesse I pittie thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe â—earne by thy hurt to shunne the fire Play not with all When clyming thoughts high things aspyre They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but golde So wast thou blind and bolde â—et lie not still for this disgrace But mount againe â—o that thou know the wished place Bee worth thy paine Then though thou fall and die Yet neuer feare to flie PHALEVCIACKS II. WIsdome warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisdome sent from aboue not earthly wisdome No such thoughts can arise from earthly wisdome Long too long haue I slept in ease vneasie On falce worldly releefe my trust reposing Health and wealth in a bote no sterne nor ankor Bold and blinde that I was to Sea be taking Scarce from shore had I lancht when all about mee Waues like hilles did arise till help from heauen Brought my Ship to the Porte of late repentance O nauis referent in mare te noui Fluctus ODE XIII NOw haue I learn'd with much a doo at last By true disdaine to
wonder As if chill coldenes frorne had them down to the bottome But for I wote too well my slender skill to be nothing Heere will I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger Lest hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori To Time ETernall time that wastest without waste That art and art not diest and liuest still Most slowe of al and yet of greatest haste Both ill and good and neither good nor ill How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise Darke are thy nights but bright cleer thy daies Both free and scarce thou giu'st and tak'st againe Thy wombe that all doth breed is Tombe to all What so by thee hath life by thee is slaine From thee do all things rise by thee they fall Constant inconstant moouing standing still Was is shall bee do thee both breed and kill I loose thee while I seeke to finde thee out The farther off the more I follow thee The faster hold the greater cause of doubt Was is I know but shall I cannot see All things by thee are measur'de thou by none All are in thee thou in thy selfe alone A Meditation vpon the frailty of this Life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loathsome life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we deathe as hel What woefull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feedes on earth And stayes on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And can not long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure or life is short and learning long All pleasure mixt with woe â—icknes and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy enioy'd no while â—hat serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helpes thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay WheÌ„n sinne is gone that blindes our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for wee feele not wee want Nor know not what we haue Wee loue to keepe the bodies life We loathe the Soule to saue A Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule â—Yme poore Soule whom bound in sinful chains This wretched body keepes against my will â—dy Aye mee poore Body whom for all my paines This froward soule causlesse condemneth stil Causles whenas thou striu'st to sin each day â—ule Causles whenas I striue thee to obay â—ule Thou art the meanes by which I fall to sin â—dy Thou art the cause that set'st this means awork â—ule No part of thee that hath not faultie bin â—ule I shew the poyson that in thee doth lurke â—ule I shall be pure when so I part from thee So were I now but that thou stainest mee Sapphicks Vpon the Passion of Christ HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Slanderous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very Abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here Hee that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull out-cast Glory refusing Mee that in bondage many sinnes retained Hee for his goodnes for his only goodnes Brought from hell-torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to bee numbred Dead in offences by his ayde reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace hee yeeldeth Sound then his prayses to the worlds amasement Thankfully singing ANOMOS DIVERSE POEMS OF SVNDRY AUTHORS A Hymne in prayse of Musicke PRayse Pleasure Profit is that three-fold bâ— Which tiesmeÌ„s minds more fast theÌ„ Gard Each one some drawes al three none can wâ— Of force conioyn'd Conquest is hardly got Then Musicke may of harts a Monarke bee Wherein Praise Pleasure Profit so agree Praise-worthy Musicke is for God it prayseth And pleasant for brute beasts therein delight Great profit from it slowes for why it raiseth The minde ouerwhelmed with rude passions might When against reason passions fond rebell Musicke doth that confirme and these expell If Musicke did not merit endlesse prayse Would heau'nly Spheres delight in siluer round If ioyous pleasure were not in sweet layes Would they in Court and Country so aâ—ound And profitable needs wee must that call Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to al Heroicke minds with praises most incited Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell God man beasts birds with Musicke are delighte And pleasant t' is which pleaseth all so well No greater profit is then selfe content And this with Musick bring and care When Antique Poets Musicks praises tell They say it beasts did please and stones did moue To proue more dul then stones then beasts more fel Those men which pleasing Musick did not Loue. They fain'd it Cities built and States defended To shew the profit great on it depended Sweet birds poore mens Musitians neuer slake To sing sweet Musicks prayses day and night The dying Swans in Musicke pleasure take To shew that it the dying can delight In sicknes health peace war wee do it need Which proues sweet Musicks profit doth exceed But I by niggard praysing do disprayse Prayse-worthy Musicke in my worthles Ryme Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet layes Any saue learned Muses well define Yet all by these rude lines may clearly see Prayse Pleasure Profit in sweet Musicke bee I. D. Ten Sonnets to Philomel SONNET I. Vpon Loues entring by his Eares OFt did I heare our Eyes the passage were By which Loue entred to auaile our hearts Therefore I guarded them and voyd of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine Eare At which hee entring my Hart pris'ner tooke And vnto thee sweet Philomel did beare Yet let my hart thy hart to pittie moue Whose paine is great although smal fault appeare First it lies bound in fettering chaines of Loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t' is euermore consumed Only because to loue thee it presumed SONNET II. O Why did Fame my Hart to Loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traytor Eares to it conuay That Syren-song cause of my Harts infection Had I bene deafe or Fame her gifts concealed Then had my Hart been free from hopeles Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue TheÌ„ shold she kno how loue doth make me laÌ„guish Distracting mee twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then shold she kno my care my plants anguish All which for her deere sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly deaths paynes abide
So that shee knew that for her sake I dide SONNET III. Of his owne and his Mistris sicknes at one time SIckenes entending my Loue to betray Before I should sight of my Deare obtaine Did his pale collours in my face display Lest that my Fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content herewith like meanes it wrought My Philomels bright beauty to deface And Natures glory to disgrace it sought That by conceiued Loue it might displace But my firme Loue could this assault well beare Which Vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Throgh sicknes vail which made my loue abouÌ„d If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it bee if shee were well SONNET IIII. Another of her Sicknes and Recouery PAle Death himselfe did Loue my Philomel When hee her Vertues and rare beutie saw Therefore hee sicknesse sent which should expell His Riuall life and my Decre to him draw But her bright beauty dazeled so his Eyes That his dart life did misse though her it hitt Yet not therewith content new meanes hee tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flitt But Nature soone perceiuing that hee meant To spoyle her only Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had shee dide my loue and life had ended SONNET V. Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against the Minotaure MY Loue is sayl'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is Hope which by Desires great migh Is swiftly borne towards the wished Bay The company which with my Loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are Ioy Greefe and neuer sleeping Care And doubt which ne'r beleeues good news for trâ— Black feare the Flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my Loue victor bâ— And let white Comfort in his place appeare When Loue victoriously returnes to mee Lest I from rocke Despayre come tumbling down And in a Sea of Teares bee forc't to drowne SONNET VI. Vpon her looking secretly out of a window as hee passed by ONce did my Philomel reflect on mee Her Christall pointed Eyes as I passt by Thinking not to be seene yet would mee see But soone my hungry Eyes their foode did spie â—as my Deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus cheefest pride Could secret bee although in secret place And that transparaÌ„t glas such beams could hide â—ut if I had beene blinde yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright Eye Did plainely shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my hart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy SONNET VII WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely Picture in my hart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But shee like Phillips Son scorning that I Should portray her wanting Apelles Art Commaunded Loue who nought dare hir deny To burne the Picture which was in my Hart. The more Loue burn'd the more her picture shin'd The more it shin'de the more my hart did burnd So what to hurt her picture was assign'd To my Harts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my hart the Saints poore shrine SONNET VIII WHen as the Sun eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine wind portendeâ— And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects my Sun eclipsed sendeth Witnes my throat made hoars with thundring crie And hart with loues hot flashing lightnings fire Witnes the showers which stil fal from mine eie And brest with sighs like stormy winds neare riueâ— Shine then once againe sweete Sun on mee And with thy beames dissolue clouds of dispair Whereof these raging Meteors framed bee In my poore hart by absence of my faire So shalt thou proue thy Beames thy heate thy lighâ— To match the Sun in glory grace and might SONNET IX Vpon sending her a Gold Ring with this Posie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the Loue which you I beare Compare it with the Ring which your faire hand Shal make more pretious when you shal it weare So my Loues Nature you shall vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My Loue which ne're disloyal thought did stain Hath it no end so endles is my Loue Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t is tride So doth my Loue yet herein they dissent That whereas Gold the more t is purifi'd By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My Loue doth wax more pure by you more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying SONNET X. MY Cruell Deere hauing captiu'de my hart And bound it fast in Chaynes of restles Louâ— Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is shee sure from her it cannot moue Draw back sayd shee your hopelesse loue from mâ— Your worth requireth a more worthy place Vnto your sute though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may bee so my Deere but as the Sun When it appeares doth make the stars to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do run All others quite out of my Hart you bannish The beames of your Perfections shine so bright That straightway they dispell all others light Melophilus A Hymne in Praise of Neptune OF Neptunes Empyre let vs sing At whose command the waues obay To whom the Riuers tribute pay Downe the high mountaines sliding To whom the skaly Nation yeelds Homage for the Cristall fields Wherein they dwell And euery Sea-god paies a Iem Yeerely out of his watry Cell To decke great Neptunes Diadem The Trytons dauncing in a ring Before his Pallace gates doo make The water with the Ecchoes quake Like the great Thunder sounding The Sea-Nymphes chaunt their Accents shrill And the Syrens taught to kill With their sweet voyce Make eu'ry ecchoing Rocke reply Vnto their gentle murmuring noyse The prayse of Neptunes Empery Th. Campton This Hymne was sung by Amphitryte Thametis aâ—â— other Sea-Nimphes in Grayes-Inne Marke at tâ—â— Court 1564. Of his Mistresses Face ANd would you see my Mistres face It is a flowry garden-place Where knots of beauty haue such grace That al is worke and no where space It is a sweet delicious Morne Where day is breeding neuer borne It is a Meadow yet vnshorne Which thousand flowers do adorne It is the Heauens bright reflexe Weake eyes to dazle and to vexe It is th'Idaea of her sex Enuie of whom doth world perplex It is a face of death that smiles Pleasing though it kill the whiles Where death and loue in pretty wiles Each other mutually beguiles It is fayre Beauties freshest youth It is the fain'd Eliziums truth
The spring that wintred Harts renu'th And this is that my Soule pursu'th Th. Campion Vpon his Palenesse BLame not my Cheeks though pale with loue theâ— bee The kindly heate into my hart is flowne To cheerish it that is dismaid by thee Who art so cruell and vnstedfast growne For Nature cald for by distressed hartes Neglects and quite forsakes the outward partes But they whose cheeks with careles blood are staind Nurse not one sparke of Loue with their harts And when they woo they speake with passion fainâ— For their fat loue lies in their outward partes But in their brests wher loue his court shuld hold Poore Cupid sits and blowes his nayles for cold Th. Campion Of Corinnaes singing WHen to her Lute Corinna sings Her voyce reuiues the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appeere As any challeng'd Eccho cleere But when shee doth of mourning speake Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake And as her Lute doth liue or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure shee doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings doe breake Th Campion A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your Heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her Answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more than mine in which I languish No more your Heart is moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued But if I yeelde and so your loue decreaseth Then I my Louer loose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto An Elegie O Faithles World and thy most faithles part A Womans Harte The true Shop of varietie where sittes Nothing but fittes And feauers of Desire and pangs of Loue Which toyes remoue Why was shee borne to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my Despaire My paine for Aire And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The food of youth Vntrue shee was ytt I belieue'd her eyes Instructed spies Till I was taught that Loue was but a Schoole To breed a foole Or sought she more then Triumphs of deniall To see a tryall How farre her Smiles commanded my weakenes Yeeld and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her Nature Blush and endure Aswell thy shame as passions that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that Loue lodg'd in a Womans Brest Is but a Ghest H. W. COnceipt begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our harts to haue Meane while there Reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the hart doth seldome loue For as the seedes in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceipt whose rooting failes As childe that in the cradle quailes Or else within the Mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles â—or following beautie or estate Hir liking still is turn'd to hate â—or all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runnes out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth sildome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire â—ut as the finders of the fire As shippes in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then falles to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond Desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfit loue And that Desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wilde beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike W. R. MADRIGAL FAustina hath the fairer face And Phillida the fairer grace Both haue mine eie enritched This sings full sweetely with her voyce Her fingers make as sweete a noyse Both haue mine eare bewitched Ayme sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided To his Ladies Garden being absent far from her GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou thus to haue thy bowers Free'd from Winter and still dressed With her faces Heau'n-set flowers Happy too are these thy Allies Where her faire feete deigne to tred Which departing Earths low Vallies Shall the Milky way be led Thy Trees whose Armes hee embraced â—nd whose fruit her lids did kis â—n whose vertuous minde well placed â—he rare Tree of knowledge is â—appy are So thy Birds bee Whom shee learnes to sing by Art Who in heauenly harmonie With the Angels beares a part â—appy blest and fortunate â—owers Allies Trees and Burds â—â—t my most vnhappy stare â—â—r surmounts all reach of words T. Sp. Vpon his Ladies Sicknesse of the Small Pockes CRuel and vnpartiall Sicknesse Sword of that Arch-Monarke Death That subdues all strength by weakenesse Whom all Kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke An the pure snow of her face When thou didst attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it rase Th'Heauenly Honny thou didst sucke From her Rose Cheekes might suffize Why then didst thou mar and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest prize Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those ritch spoyles and adorne Leauing mee them to lament And in Inkes blacke teares thus mourne No I le in my Bosome weare them And close locke them in my hart Thence nor time nor death shall beare them Till I from my selfe do part Th. Sp. A Reporting Sonnet Her Face her Tongue her Witt so fayre so sweet so sharpe First bent then drew now hitt mine Eye mine Eare my Hart Mine Eye mine Eare my Hart to like to learne to loue Her face her tongue her witt doth leade doth teach doth moue Her face her tongue her witt with beames with sound with Art Doth blinde doth charme doth rule mine Eye mine Eare my Hart Mine Eye mine eare my hart with life with hope with skill Her face her tongue her witt doth feede doth feast doth fill O face O tongue O witt with frownes with checks with smart Wring not vexe not wound not mine Eye mine eare my hart This Eye this eare this Hart shall ioy shall binde shall sweare Your face your tongue your witt to serue to loue to feare SONNET ONly sweet loue afforde mee but thy hart Then close thine eies within their iuory couer That they to mee no beame of light impart Although they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeks of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweet Content â—â—â—n content that sweet content to lose If thy sweet will will bar me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue