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A11612	Daiphantus, or the passions of loue Comicall to reade, but tragicall to act: as full of wit, as experience. By An. Sc. gentleman. Wherevnto is added, The passionate mans pilgrimage.	Scoloker, Anthony, fl. 1604.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. Passionate mans pilgrimage. aut	1604 (1604)	STC 21853; ESTC S102605	19,845	52

to the 3 4 last most louingly 4 His tongue kind thankes first to the last did render The while his lookes were bent indifferently Thus he salutes all to increase his Blisses From lip to lip each Ladie now he kisses Ismenio in humble wise salutes he With gracious language he returnes his heart His words so sweetly to his tongue now sutes he As what he spake shew'd learning with good Art Ismenio pleasde Daiphantus Daiphantus all When loue gaines loue for loue this loue we cal Vrania now bethought what was protested By yong Ismenio at Dianas shrine Coniur'd Daiphantus That no more he Iested With Loue or Fancie for they were Diuine And if he did that there they all would pray He still might liue in loue both night and day This greeu'd him much but follie t was to grieue His now obedience shew'd his owne freewill He swore he would not loue in shewe atchieue But liue a virgin chast and spotlesse still Which saide such Musicke suddenly delighted As all were rauisht and yet all affrighted Here parted all not without Ioy and sadnes Some wept some smilde a world it was to here them Both springs heere met woe heere was cloath'd with gladnes Heauen was their comfort it alone did cheere them Daiphantus from these springs some fruit did gather Experience is an Infant though an ancient father Sweet Lady know the soule lookes through our eye-sights Content liues not in shewes or beauty seeing Peace not from nomber nor strength in high spirits Ioy dies with vertue yet liues in vertues being Beautie is maskt where vertue is not hidden Man still desires that fruite he 's most forbidden Iewels for Vertue not for beautie prizde What 's sildome seen breeds wonder we admir'de it Kings Lines are rare and therefore well aduiz'de Wise-men not often talke Fooles still desire it Womē are books kept close they hold much treasure Vnclaspt sweet ills most woe lies hid in pleasure Who studies Arts alike can he proue Doctor Who surfets hardly liues Drunkards recouer Whose wils his law that cōscience needs no Proctor Whē men turn beasts looke there for briutish Louers Those eies are pore-blind looke equally on any Thought be a vertue to hinder one by many Who gains by trauel leese lordships for their Manors Must Tarquin-rauish some Hell on that glory Whose life 's in Healths death soonest gains those Banors Lust still is punisht though treason write the storie A rowling eye A Globe new worlds discouer Who still wheels round is But a damned Louer Doth Faith and Troth lye Bathing Is Lust pleasure Can Commons be as sweete as Land inclos'd Then virgin sinne may well be counted pleasure Where such Lords rule who liues not ill dispos'd True Loue 's a Phoenix but One vntill it dyes Lust is a Cockatrice in all but in her eyes Here did he end more blessed than his wishes Fame's at the high when Loue indights the Story The priuate life brings with it heauenly blisses Sweete Contemplation much increaseth glorie I le leaue him to the learning of Loues Spell Better part friends than follow Feends to hell Ismenio with Vitullia went together Perhaps both wounded with blinde Cupids Dart Yet dust they not relate their Loue to either Loue if once pittied pearceth to the Hart But sure Vitullia is so faire a Marke Cupid would court her though but by the darke Artesia she must goe the more she 's grieu'd To churlish Strymon her adopted Mate Cupid though blind yet pittied and relieu'd This modest Lady with some happie Fate For what but Vertue which doth all good nourish Could brook her fortunes much lesse loue cherish Eurialae with good Vrania stayd ' VVhere Vertue dwels they onely had their being Beauty and wit still feare are not dismayd For where they dwell Loue euer will be prying These two were one All good each could impart One was their Fortune and one was their heart Beautie and Vertue was true Friend to either Heauen is the spheare where all men seeke for glorie Earth is the Graue where sinners ioyne together Hell keepes the booke inrowles each lustfull storie Liue as we will death makes of all conclusion Die then to liue or life is thy confusion ' Beautie and wit in these fed on affection ' Labour and industry were their Twins of life ' Loue and true Bounty were in their subiction ' Their Bodies with their spirits had no strife Such were these two As grace did them defend Such are these two As with these two I end FINIS Non Amori sed Virtuti The Passionate mans Pilgrimage supposed to be written by one at the point of death GIue me my Scallop shell of quiet My staffe of Faith to walke vpon My Scrip of Ioy Immortall diet My bottle of saluation My Gowne of Glory hopes true gage And thus I le take my pilgrimage Blood must be my bodies balmer No other balme will there be giuen Whilst my soule like a white Palmer Trauels to the land of heauen Ouer the siluer mountaines Where spring the Nectar fountaines And there I le kisse The Bowle of blisse And drinke my eternall fill On euery milken hill My soule will be a drie before But after it will nere thirst more And by the happie blisfull way More peacefull Pilgrims I shall see That haue shooke off their gownes of clay And goe appareld fresh like mee I le bring them first To slake their thirst And then to tast those Nectar suckets At the cleare wells Where sweetnes dwells Drawne vp by Saints in Christall buckets And when our bottles and all we Are fild with immortalitie Then the holy paths wee le trauell Strewde with Rubies thicke as grauell Seelings of Diamonds Saphire floores High walles of Corall and Pearle Bowres From thence to heauens Bribeles hall Where no corrupted voyces brall No Conscience molten into gold Nor forg'd accusers bought and sold No cause deferd nor vaine spent Iorney For there Christ is the Kings Atturney VVho pleades for all without degrees And he hath Angells but no fees VVhen the grand twelue million Iury Of our sinnes and sinfull fury Gainst our soules blacke verdicts giue Christ pleades his death and then we liue Be thou my speaker taintles pleader Vnblotted Lawyer true proceeder Thou mouest saluation euen for almes Not with a bribed Lawyers palmes And this is my eternall plea To him that made Heauen Earth and Sea Seeing my flesh must die so soone And want a head to dine next noone Iust at the stroke when my vaines start and spred Set on my soule an euerlasting head Then am I readie like a palmer fit To tread those blest paths which before I writ FINIS

VVhose was the wit Vrania did praise VVhose were the lips Artesias voice commended Whose was the hart lou'd all al crown'd with baies Sure t' was my selfe what did I O I tremble Yet I le not weep wise men may loue dissemble Fie no fond loue hath euer his reward A Sea of teares A world of sighes and grones Ah me Vitullia will haue no regard To ease my griefe and cure me of my mones If once her eare should hearken to that voyce Relates my Fortunes in Loues fickle choyse But now I will their worth with her's declare That Truth by Error may haue her true beeing Things good are lessned by the thing that 's rare Beautie increaseth by a blacknesse seeing ' Wo so is faire and chaste they sure are best ' Such is Vitullia such are all the rest ' But she is faire and chaste and wise what then ' So are they all without a difference ' She 's faire chaste wise and kinde yes to all men The rest are so Number makes Excellence ' She 's faire chaste wise kind rich yet humble ' They three her equall vertue cā neuer stumble ' Vtiullia is the Sunne they starres of night ' Yet night's the bosome wherin the Sun doth rest ' The Moone her selfe borrowes of the Suns light ' All by the starres take counsell to be blest The day's the Sunne yet Cupid can it blind The stars at night sleepe cures y e troubled mind ' She is a Rose the fairer so the sweeter ' She is a Lute whose belly tunes the Musicke ' She is my Prose yet makes me speake all Meeter ' She is my life yet sicknes me with Phisicke ' She is a Virgin that makes her a Iewell ' She will not loue me therein she is cruell Eurialae is like sleepe when one is wearie Vrania is like a golden slumber Artesias voyce like dreames that makes man merry Vitullia like a Bed all these in comber 1 Sleepe 2 Slumber 3 Dreames vpon a 4 Bed is best First Second Third but in the Fourth is blest Oh but Vitullia what She 's wonders prittie Oh I and what so is she very faire Oh yes and what she 's like her selfe most wittie And yet what is she She is all but Aire What can Earth be but Earth so we are all ' Peace then my Muse Opinion oft doth fall Eurialae I honour for humilitie ' Vrania I reuerence for her wit ' Artesia I adore for true agillitie ' Three Graces for the Goddesses most fit Each of these gifts are blessed in their faces Oh what 's Vitullia who hath all these Graces She 's but a Ladie So are all the rest As pure as sweet as modest yea as loyall Yes She 's the shadow shadowes are the lest Which tells the houre of vertue by her Dyall ' By her men see there is on earth a heauen ' By thē men know her vertues are match't euen In praysing all much time he vainly spent Yet thought none worthy but Vitullia Then cal'd to minde he could not well repent The loue he bare the wise Vrania Eurialae Artesia all such beauties had Which as they pleas'd him made him well nigh mad ' Eurialae her beautie his eye-sight harmed ' Vrania her wit his tongue incensed ' Artesia her voyce his eares had charmed ' Thus poore Daiphantus was with loue tormented Vitullius beautie as he did impart The others vertues vanquished his heart At length he grew as in an extasie Twixt loue and loue whose beautie was the truer His thoughts thus diuers as in a Lunacie He starts and stares to see whose was the purer Oft treads a Maze runs suddenly then stayes Thus with himselfe himself makes many frayes Now with his fingers like a Barber snaps Playes with the fire-pan as it were a Lute Vnties his shoe-strings then his lips he laps Whistles awhile and thinkes it is a Flute At length a glasse presents it to his sight Where well he acts fond loue in passions right His chin he strokes sweares beardles men kisse best His lips anoynts sayes Ladyes vse such fashions Spets on his Napkin termes that the Bathing Iest Then on the dust describes the Courtiers passion Then humble cal's though they do still aspire Ladies then fall when Lords rise by Desire Then stradling goes saies Frenchmen feare no Beares Vowes he will trauaile to the Siege of Brest Swears Captaines they doe all against the heare Protests Tabacco is A smoke-dride Iest Takes vp his pen for a Tabacco-pipe Thus all besmeard each lip the other wipe His breath he thinkes the smoke his tongue a cole Then calls for bottell-ale to quench his thirst Runs to his Inke-pot drinkes then stops the hole And thus growes madder then he was at first Tasso he finds by that of Hamlet thinkes Tearmes him a mad-man than of his Inkhorne drinks Calls Players fooles the foole he iudgeth wisest Will learne them Action out of Chaucers Pander Proues of their Poets bawdes euen in the highest Then drinkes a health and sweares it is no slander Puts off his cloathes his shirt he onely weares Much like mad Hamlet thus as Passion teares Who calls me forth from my distracted thought Oh Serberus if thou I prethy speake Reuenge if thou I was thy Riuall ought In purple gores I le make the ghosts to reake Vitullia oh Vitullia be thou still I le haue reuenge or harrow vp my will I le fallow vp the wrinkles of the earth Goe downe to Hell and knocke at Plutoes gate I le turne the hilles to vallies make a dearth ' Of vertuous honour to eternall Fate I le beat the windes make the tydes keepe back Reigne in the sea That Louers haue no wrack Yes tell the Earth it is a Murderer Hath slayne Vitullia oh Vitullia's dead I le count blinde Cupid for a Conjurer And with wilde horses will I rend his head I with a Pickax will plucke out his braines Laugh at this Boy ease Louers of much paines Oh then I le flie I le swim yet stay and then I le ride the Moone make the cloudes my Horse Make me a Ladder of the heads of men Clime vp to heauen yes my tongue will force To Gods and Angels Oh I le neuer end Till for Vituillia all my cryes I spend Then like a spirit of pure Innocence I le be all white and yet behold I le cry Reuenge Oh Louers this my sufferance Or else for Loue for Loue a soule must die Eurialae Vrania Artesia Soe Heart rent in sunder with these words of woe But soft here comes who comes and not calls out Of Rape and Murder Loue and Villanie Stay wretched man who runs doth neuer doubt It is thy Soule thy Saint thy Deitie Then call the Birds to ring a mourning Knell For mad Daiphantus who doth loue so well Oh sing a Song parted in parcels three I 'le beare the burthen still of all your griefe Who is all woe can tune his miserie To discontents but not to his