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book_n	cast_v	life_n	write_v	2,003	5	5.9564	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06170	Phillis: honoured vvith pastorall sonnets, elegies, and amorous delights VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred.	Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.	1593 (1593)	STC 16662; ESTC S109576	26,079	88

same And if I tempt it will retire And of my plaintes doth make a game Loue let me cull hir choycest flowers And pittie me and calme hir eye Make soft hir heart dissolue hir lowers Then will I praise thy dietie But if thou do not loue Ile trulye serue hir In spight of thee and by firme faith deserue hir Sonnet XIIII I wroat in Mirrhaes barcke and as I wroate Poore Mirrha wept because I wroat forsaken T'was of thy pride I soong in weeping noate When as hir leaues great moane for pittie maken The falling fountaines from the mountaines falling Cride out ah-las so faire and bee so cruel And Babling Echo neuer ceased callinge Phillis disdaine is fitte for none but truthlesse The rising pines wherein I had engraued Thy memorie consulting with the winde Are trucemen to thy heart and thoughts depraued And say thy kind should not bee so vnkinde But out ah-las so fell is Phillis pheerlesse That she hath made hir Damon welnie tearlesse Sonnet XV. My Phillis hath the morning sunne At fust to looke vppon hir And Phillis hath morne-waking birdes Hir risinges for to honour My Phillis hath prime-feathered flowers That smile when she treades on them And Phillis hath a gallant flocke That leapes since she doth owne them But Phillis hath so hard a heart Ah-las that she should haue it As yeeldes no mercie to desart Nor grace to those that craue it Sweet sunne when thou lookest on Pray hir regarde my moane Sweet birdes when you sing to hir To yeeld some pittie wooe hir Sweet flowers when as she treades on Tell hir hir beautie deades one And if in life hir loue she will agree me Pray hir before I die she will come see me Sonnet XVI I part but how from ioy from hope from life I leaue but whom loues pride wits pompe harts blisse I pine for what for griefe for thought for strife I faint and why because I see my misse Oh ceaslesse paines that neuer may be toulde You make me weepe as I to water would Ah wearie hopes in deepe obliuious streames Goe seeke your graues since yon haue lost your groundes Ah pensiue heart seeke out hir radiant gleames For why thy blisse is shut within those boundes Ah traiterous eies to feeble in for sight Growe dimme with woe that now must want your light I part from blisse to dwell with ceaslesse moane I part from life since I from beauty part I part from peace to pine in care alone I part from ease to dye with dreadfull smart I part oh death for why this world containes More care and woe then with dispaire remaines Oh loath depart wherein such sorrowes dwell As all conceites are s●ant the same to tell Sonnet XVII Ah fleeting weale ah slie deluding sleepe That in one moment giuest me ioye and paine How doe my hopes dissolue to teares in vaine As wount the Snowes fore angrie sunne to weepe Ah noysome life that hath no weale in keepe My forward griefe hath forme and working might My pleasures like the shaddowes take their flight My pathe to blisse is tedious long and steepe Twise happie thou Endemion that embracest The liue-long night thy loue within thine armes Where thou fond dreame my longed weale defacest Whitest fleeting and vncertaine shaddes thou placest Before my eies with false deluding charmes Ah instant sweetes which do my heart reuiue How should I ioy if you were true aliue Sonnet XVIII As where two raging venomes are vnited Which of them selues disseuered life would seuer The sickly wretch of sicknesse is acquited Which else should die or pine in torments euer So fire and frost that holde my heart in seasure Restore those ruines which themselues haue wrought Where if a part they both had had their pleasure The earth long since hir fatall claime had cought Thus two vnited deathes keepe me from dying I burne in Ice and quake amidst the fire No hope midest these exteames or fauour spyinge Thus loue makes me a Martir in his yre So that both colde and heate do rather feed My ceaslesse paines then any comfort breede Sonnet XIX Thou tiranizing Monarcke that dost tire My loue-sicke heart through those assaulting eyes That are the lampes which lighten my desire If nought but death furie may suffise Not for my peace but for thy pleasure bee it That Phillis wrathfull Phillis that repines me All grace but death may daine to come and see it And seeing greeue at that that which shee assignes me This onely boone for all my mortall bane I craue and crie for at thy mercye seate That when hir wrath a faithfull heart hath slaine And soule is fled and body rest of heate She might perceiue how much she might command That had my life and death within hir hand Sonnet XX. Some praise the lookes and others praise the lockes Of their faire Queenes in loue with curious wordes Some laud the breast where loue his treasure locks All like the eie that life and loue affordes But none of these fraile beauties and vnstable Shall make my pen ryot in pompous stile More greater giftes shall my graue muse enable Whereat seuerer browes shall neuer smile I praise hir honny-sweeter eloquence Which from the fountaine of true wisdome floweth Hir modest meane that matcheth exelence Hir matchlesse faith which from hir ver tue groweth And could my stile hir happie vertues equale Time had no power hir glories to enthrale Egloga Prima Demades Damon Demades NOw sourge of winters wracke is welnie spent And sunne ginnes looke more longer on our clime And earth no more to sorrow doth consent VVhy beene thy lookes forlorne that viewe the prime Vnneth thy flockes may feed to see thee faint Thou lost they leane and both with woe attaint For shame cast off these discontented lookes For griefe doth waight one life tho neuer sought So Thenot wrote admir'd for Pipe and bookes Then to the springe attemper thou thy thought And let aduice reare vp thy drooping minde And leaue to weepe thy woes vnto the winde Damon Ah Demades no wounder tho I waile For euen the spring is winter vnto me Looke as the sunne the earth doth then auaile VVhen by his beames his bowels warmed bee Euen so a Saint more sunne bright in hir shining First wrought my weale now hasts my winters pining VVhich louely lampe withdrawne from my poore eyes Both partes of earth and fire drownd vp in woe In winter dwell my ioy my courage dies My lambes with me that doe my winter knowe For pitty scorne the spring that nyeth neere And pine to see their Masters pining cheere The roote which yeeldeth sappe vnto the tree Drawes from the earth the meanes that makes it spring And by the sap the siens foster ed bee All from the sunne haue comfort and increasing And that faire eie that lightes this earthly ball Killes by depart and neeting cheereth all As roote to tree such is my tender heart VVhose sappe is thought whose braunches are content And