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A20811	The barrons vvars in the raigne of Edward the second. VVith Englands heroicall epistles. By Michael Drayton	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. England's heroical epistles. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Idea. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Mortimeriados.	1603 (1603)	STC 7189; ESTC S109887	176,619	413

kindly Nature plat'd them vnder thee And in my world see how they are disposed My hope is earth the lowest cold and dry The grosser mother of deepe melancholie vvater my teares coold with humiditie vvan flegmatick inclind by nature wholie My sighs the ayre hote moyst ascending hier Subtile of sanguine dy'de in my harts dolor My thoughts they be the element of fire Hote dry and percing still inclind to choller Thine eye the Orbe vnto all these frō whence Proceeds th' effects of powerfull influence To Lunacie Sonnet 12. AS other men so I my selfe doe muse vvhy in this sort I wrest Inuention so And why these giddy metaphors I vse Leauing the path the greater part doe goe I will resolue you I am lunaticke And euer this in mad men you shall finde vvhat they last thought on when the braine grew sick In most distraction keepe that still in minde Thus talking idely in this bedlam fit Reason and I you must conceiue are twaine T is nine yeees now since first I lost my wit Beare with me then though troubled be my braine vvith diet and correction men distraught Not too farre past may to their wits be brought Sonnet 13. TO nothing fitter can I thee compare Then to the sonne of some rich penny-father vvho hauing now brought on his end with care Leaues to his sonne all he had heap'd together This newe rich nouice lauifh of his chest To one man giues and on another spends Then heere he ryots yet amongst the rest Haps to send some to one true honest friend Thy gifts thou in obscuritie doost wast False friends thy kindnes borne but to deceiue thee Thy loue● that is on the vnworthy plac'd Time hath thy beautie which with age will leaue thee Onely that little which to me was lent I giue thee back when all the rest is spent Sonnet 14. YOu not alone when you are still alone O God from you that I could priuate be Since you one were I never since was one Since you in me my selfe since out of me Transported from my selfe into your beeing Though either distant present yet to eyther Sencelesse with too much ioy each other seeing And onely absent when we are together Giue me my selfe and take your selfe againe Deuise some meanes but how I may forsake you So much is mine that doth with you remaine That taking what is mine with me I take you You doe bewitch me ● that I could flie From my selfe you or from your own selfe I. To the Soule Sonnet 15. THat learned Father which so firmly proues The soule of man immortall diuine And doth the seuerall offices define Anima Giues her that name as she the body moues Amor. Then is she loue imbracing Charitie Animus Mouing a will in vs it is the minde Mens Retaining knowledge still the same in kinde Memoria As intellectuall it is the memorie Ratio In iudging Reason onely is her name Sensus In speedy apprehension it is sence Conscientia In right or wrong they call her conscience Spiritus The spirit when it to Godward doth inflame These of the soule the seuerall functions bee vvhich my hart lightned by thy loue doth see To the shaddow Sonnet 16. LEtters and lines we see are soone defaced Mettles do waste fret with cankers rust The Diamond shall once consume to dust And freshest colours with foule staines disgraced Paper and incke can paint but naked words To write with blood of force offends the sight And i● with teares I find them all too light And sighes and signes a silly hope affords O sweetest Shadow how thou feru'st my turne vvhich still shalt be as long as there is Sunne Nor whilst the world is neuer shall be done vvhilst Moone shal shine or any fire shal burne● That euery thing whence shadow doth proceed May in his shadow my loues story reade Sonnet 17. IF hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire Condemn'd by loue to endlesse torment be I greatly meruaile how you still goe free That farre beyond Promethius did aspire The fire he stole although of heauenly kinde vvhich from aboue he craftily did take Of liueles clods vs liuing men to make Againe bestow'd in temper of the mind But you broke in to heauens immortall store vvhere vertue honour wit and beautie lay vvhich taking thence you haue escap'd away Yet stand as free as ere you did before But old Promethius punish'd for his rape Thus poore theeues suffer when the greater scape Sonnet 18. VIewing the glasse of my youths miseries I see the face of my deformed cares VVi●h withered browes all wrinckled with dispayres That for my youth the teares fall from mine eyes Then in these teares the mirrors of these eyes Thy fairest youth and beautie doe I see Imprinted there by looking still on thee Thus midst my woes ten thousand ioyes arise Yet in these ioyes the shadowes of my good In this ●a●re limmed ground as white as snow Painted the blackest image of my woe vvith murthering hands imbru'd in mine owne blood And in this image his darke clowdy eyes My life and loue I here anatomize To the Phenix Sonnet 19. WIthin the compasse of this spacious round Amongst all birds the Phenix is alone VVhich but by you could neuer haue beene knowne None like to that none like to you is found Heape your owne vertues seasoned by their sunne On heauenly top of your diuine desire Then with your beautie set the same on fire So by your death your life shall be begunne Your selfe thus burned in this sacred flame VVith your owne sweetnes all the heauens persuming And still encreasing as you are consuming Shall spring againe from th' ashes of your fame And mounting vp shall to the heauens ascend So may you liue past world past fame past end To Time Sonnet 20. STay stay sweet Time behold or ere thou passe From world to world thou long hast sought to see That wonder now where in all wonders be vvhere heauen beholds her in a mortall glasse Nay looke thee Time in this celestiall glasse And th● youth past in this faire mirrour see The first worlds beautie in the infancie vvhat it was then what thou before it was Now passe on Time to after worlds tell this And yet shalt tell but trulie what hath beene That they may say what former time hath seene And heauen may ioy to think on past worlds blis Heere make a Period Time and say for me She was whose like againe shall neuer be To the Celestiall numbers Sonnet 21. VNto the world to learning and to heauen Three nines there are to euerie one a nine One number of the earth the other both diuine One woman now makes three od numbers euen● Nine orders first of Angels be in heauen Nine Muses doe with learning still frequent These with the Gods are euer resident Nine worthy ones vnto the world were giuen● My worthy one to these nine worthies addeth And my faire Muse one Muse vnto the nine And

not come in Stix or Phlegiton The thrice three Muses but too wanton be Like they that lust I care not I will none Spightfull Errinis frights mee with her lookes My manhood dares not with foule Ate mell I quake to looke on Heccats charming bookes I still feare bugbeares in Apollos Cell I passe not for Minerua nor Astrea Onely I call vpon diuine Idea Sonnet 44. MY hart the Anuile where my thoughts doe beate My words the hammers fashioning my desire My breast the forge including all the heate Loue is the fuell which maintaines the fire My sighes the bellowes which the flame increaseth Filling mine eares with noise and nightlie groning Toyling with paine my labour neuer ceaseth In greeuous passions my woes still bemoning Mine eyes with teares against the fire striuing vvhose scorching gleed my hart to cinders turneth But with those drops the flame againe reuiuing Still more and more vnto my torment burneth VVith Sisiphus thus doe I role the stone And turne the wheele with damned ●xion Sonnet 45. WHy doe I speake of ioy or write of loue vvhen my hart is the very den of horror And in my soule the paines of hell I proue vvith all his torments and infernall terror VVhat should I say what yet remaines to doe My braine is dry with weeping all too long My sighes be spent in vttring of my woe And I want words wher-with to tell my wrong But still distracted in loues Lunacie And Bedlam like thus rauing in my greefe Now raile vpon her haire now on her eye Now call her Goddesse then I call her theefe Now I denie her then I doe confesse her Now doe I curse her then againe I blesse her Sonnet 46. MY loue makes hote the fire whose heate is spent The water moisture from my teares deriueth And my strong sighes the ayres weake force re●iueth This loue tears sighs maintaine each one his element● The fire vnto my loue compare a painted fire The water to my teares as drops to Oceans be The ayre vnto my sighs as Eagle to the flie The passions of dispaire but ioyes to my desire Onely my loue is in the fire ingraued Onely my teares by Oceans may be gessed Onely my sighes are by the ayre expressed Yet fire water ayre of nature not depriued VVhilst fire water ayre twixt heauen earth shall be My loue my teares my sighes extinguisht cannot be Sonnet 47. SOme men there be which like my method well And doe commend the strangenes of my vaine Some say I haue a passing pleasing straine Some say that in my humor I excell Some who not kindly relish my conceite They say as Poets doe I vse to faine And in bare words paint out my passions paine Thus sundry men their sundry minds repeate I passe not I how men affected be Nor who commends or discommends my verse It pleaseth me if I my woes rehearse And in my lines if she my loue may see Onely my comfort still consists in this VVriting her praise I cannot write amisse Sonnet 48. WHilst thus my pen striues to eternize thee Age rules my lines with wrincles in my face VVhere in the Map of all my miserie Is modeld out the world of my disgrace vvhilst in despight of tyrannizing times Medea like I make thee young againe Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rimes And murther'st vertue with thy coy disdaine And though in youth my youth vntimely perrish To keepe thee from obliuion and the graue Ensuing ages yet my rimes shall cherrish VVhen I entomb'd my better part shall saue And though this earthly body fade and die My name shall mount vpon eternitie Sonnet 49. MVses which sadlie sit about my chaire Drownd in the teares extorted by my lines vvith heauie sighs whilst thus I breake the ayre Painting my passions in these sad dissignes Since she disdaines to blesse my happie verse The strong built Trophies to her liuing fame Euer hence-forth my bosome be your hearse vvherein the world shall now entombe her name Enclose my musicke you poore sencelesse walls Sith shee is dease and will not heare my mones Soften your selues with euerie teare that falls vvhilst I like Orpheus sing to trees and stones vvhich with my plaints seeme yet with pittie moued Kinder then shee who I so long haue loued Sonnet 50. CVpid dumb Idoll peeuish saint of loue No more shalt thou nor saint nor Idoll be No God art thou Loues Goddesse she doth proue Of all thine honour she hath robbed thee Thy bowe halfe broke is peec'd with old desire Her bow is beautie with ten thousand strings And euery one of purest golden wyer The least of force to conquer hoasts of Kings Thy shafts be spent and she to war appointed Hides in those christall quiuers of her eyes More arrowes with hart-piercing mettle pointed Then there be stars at midnight in the skyes vvith these she steales mens harts for her releefe Yet happie hee that 's robd of such a theefe Sonnet 51. THou leaden braine which censur'st what I write And say'st my lines be dull and doe not moue I meruaile not thou feel'st not my delight vvhich neuer feltst my fierie tuch of loue But thou whose pen hath like a Pack-horse seru'd vvhose stomack vnto gaule hath turn'd thy foode vvhose sences like poore prisoners hunger-staru'd vvhose griefe hath parch'd thy body dry'd thy blood Thou which hast scorned life and hated death And in a moment mad sober glad and sorry Thou which hast band thy thoughts curst thy birth vvith thousand plagues more then in purgatorie Thou thus whose spirit Loue in his fire refines Come thou and read admire applaud my line● An alusion to Dedalus and Icarus Sonnet 52. MY hart imprisoned in a hopelesse I le Peopled with Armies of pale iealous eyes The shores beset with thousand secret spies Must passe by ayre or else die in exile He fram'd him wings with feathers of his thought vvhich by their nature learn'd to mount the skie And with the same he practised to flie Till he himselfe this Eagles Art had taught Thus soring still not looking once below So neere thine eyes celestiall sunne aspired That with the rayes his wafting pineons fired Thus was the wanton cause of his owne woe Downe fell he in thy beauties Ocean drenched Yet there he burnes in fire that 's neuer quenched Another to the Riuer Ankor Sonnet 53. CLeere Ankor on whose siluer-sanded shore My soule shrin'd Saint my faire Idea lyes O blessed Brooke whose milk-white Swans adore That Christall streame refined by her eyes VVhere sweet Mirrh-breathing Zephire in the spring Gently distils his Nectar-dropping showers vvhere Nightingales in Arden sit and sing Amongst those daintie dew-empearled flowers Say thus faire Brooke when thou shalt see thy Queene Loe heere thy sheepheard spent his wandring yeeres And in these shades deere Nimph he oft hath beene And heere to thee he sacrifiz'd his teares Faire Arden thou my Tempe art alone And thou sweet Ankor art my Helicon Sonnet 54. YEt