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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13797	Alba The months minde of a melancholy louer, diuided into three parts: by R.T. Gentleman. Hereunto is added a most excellent pathetical and passionate letter, sent by Duke D'Epernoun, vnto the late French King, Henry the 3. of that name, when he was commanded from the court, and from his royall companie. Translated into English by the foresaid author.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.; Epernon, Jean-Louis de Nogaret de La Valette, duc d', 1554-1642.	1598 (1598)	STC 24096; ESTC S111433	52,678	150

MONTHS MIND A ●hast Fault though no Follie in her finde Since that mine ALBA tooke her leaue of mee I leaue haue tooke of pleasure and of ioy And did with sorrow at that time agree To soiorne with him in his chiefe Annoy My Woes still greene encrease continually Which faine I would but cannot remedie And were it not but that my dauntlesse Hart Doth comfort me with hope of better cheere I soone would rid me of this vncouth smart And leaue this life which I haue bought too deare Oft do I weep to LOVE and him I pray Either to ease my paines or me to slay Yet though I beg I finde but small reliefe As do at Rich mens gates the Needy poore Who more they crie to aggrauate their griefe The lesse they finde their Almes at the doore So LOVE the more my cries I to him sen● The lesse my plants he skornefull doth attend And yet my sute is small small is the Grace That I desire for somewhat I deserue T is only for to die before her face From whom in Dutie yet I nere did swerue That she might know my life doth me annoy Vnles I might her company enioy Ladie when first vpon faire Venus Day I came acquainted with thy seemely ●elfe And vowde thy loyall Votarie to stay Proffring to thee my liuing life and welth As I was then so am I still the same Neuer to change for change exchangeth shame Within the Center of mine inward Hart As signe of euerlasting Monument Which fatall Death shall hardly from me part Thy high prizde Loue full surely haue I pent Neuer to be remou'd but there to lie World without end for aye continuallie For thee I longde for thee I much did dare For thee I hopte and feard bid sweet and sower Liking thee I for Others did not care Ore this my Hart thou hadst so great a power All othe● Faces in respect of thine I skornde as Masks thou only seemst Diuine Since LOVE then me with such affection framde That he hath me adopted Thine alone That I delight not but to heare thee namde And only like to heare thy praises showne Ah keepe thy plighted Faith vnstainde to me Though now farre off from hence thou Absent be Disdaine assaulted hath mine ALBA faire Fixing fast foot deep in her marble brest A blacksome Clowde hath darkt my beautious Aire Where cheerfull Sunne before with smile did rest She most vnlike her selfe a Tyrant showes Whilst as a Tiger mad with rage she growes All for her pleasure me for to displease Pitie she bandies from her tender hart Poyson not honey now must her appease Yet my Desire runs headlong to his smart Headlong he runs to her spite-tainted minde Which ouer fierce and cruell he doth finde My hopeles Chance through Vaile as t were I see Her quondam beautious eyes are bloodshot now Exorde desirde intreated they 'le not be They 'le not relent repent nor yeeld or bow Lightnings of Anger they do shew arigh● Thunders of Furie darting forth despight The dangers great my harmeles Hart doth spi● Yet for all this from her he 'le not retire And whilst more humble he fore her doth lie The more she sullen swels with wrathfull Ire A Monster then I may her mirorise Since she delights in such strange Tragedies Dried hath th'iniurious Feuer those faire Flowers VVhich in the cheekes of my faire ALBA lay Scorcht are those paradized coloured Bowers LOVES LOBBIE where he wantonly did play Yet not extinguisht is mine amorous flame Some sparkes are yet remainders of the same As she lookes now so lookes the Moone in skies When mongst the gloomie clowdes portending raine She with her watrie horned head forth pries Spreading abrode her dewie beames amaine So we Aurora vse for to depaint Mongst palish violets when she looketh faint Pitie is mixt with griefe in her faire face And Griefe with Pitie in the same conioyne Where LOVE though sick sits with a louely grace In midst of sickly palenes in her eyne Sicknes it selfe so louely nere did looke But since her Inne in ALBAS breast she tooke That stately Haughtines she had before Now changde is into low Humilitie And that same glance that faithles was of yore Now faithfull sheweth and full of Loyaltie So with her Colour if she did Cruell take Yet Pitifull her Palenes doth her make Like bloodie Lion or a stinging Snake With proud Disdaine to aggrauate my smart Loue into me vnaskt his way doth take Died all with blood and Blood t is of my Hart Which wounded deepe still languishing doth lie Expecting euery minute when to die Thousands of Wounds my life hath quite bereft And wanting blood Palenes sits in my face My soule this Corse his mansion House hath left Nor dares he back retire to his old place This Martyrdome although there 's many see None me caresseth or doth comfort mee My Life runnes fondly to his mortall Foe Hoping for Help where he his hurt did finde My spirits after him amaine doe goe Whilst liueles Bodie doth remaine behinde On which grim death doth seaze as on h●s pray And of his breath to reaue him doth assay A farre off Peace I see but Warre at hand Loue single strikes me but with double paine Kild is my hart by Cruell she 's Command And he that slew him cleped is Disdaine Loe here of my kinde Dame the Exercise Hate is her Chapman Blood her Marchandise Praxitiles and Myron workmen rare Apelles skilde learnde Homer famous wight Were these aliue the Picture of my Faire To carue to cut to paint and thereof write In marble brasse boord or in bookes at large They sone would faint ore prest with so great charge And yet may be her beautious Countenance With chisell toole with pensell and with pen They rightly might haue shadowed though by chance Because they in their Age were rarest Men. But had they come the nobler part to show Their cunning then had soone tooke th' ouerthrow If my bright Sunne renowmd per Excellence Through the illustrious splendar of her gleames Doth dimme and darken our Intelligence By vertue of her more then radiant beames What Hand or Thought in hand could euer take A worke so endles with good end to make Deare ALBA I by thee am still forbid By Statue Image Picture or by Verse To shew the Vertues rare within thee hid As not being able least part to rehearse It shall suffice as sacred I admire Thy spotles life thy more then chast Desire To thee farre off from me these sighs I send To thee farre off from Loue I neere to die To know if thou thy selfe will minde wilt mend Desisting from thy hatefull Crueltie Beautie if it be milde it is renound If it be proud a foule reproch t is found Thou makst a shew as if thou wouldst be kinde But t is a shadow not a substance right For comming vnto triall straight I finde Thy sdainfull chast lookes puts my Hope to flight Whilst

doth her obscure Thy haires to Phoebus lightning in the Aire When he doth shine with greatest Luster pure Thy diamond eyes like to a frostie Night Where sparkling stars doe shooting take their flight Thy cheekes Aurora like when with her Dew The Rose and Lillie she doth sprinkle sweete Resembling drops that seeded Pearle doe shew As if that double Beautie did them greete Thy Hand no hand it is the daintie Gloue Which Psyches ware when she was wed to LOVE VVhat art thou but All faire in outward show But inwardly th' art Cruel and vnkinde In thy faire Face all Fauours sweet doe grow But Thornes and Briars in thy Hart I finde With s●ew of sweet thou lur'st and dost entise But bitterly thou makst them pay the price Thou cruell lead'st my life to dismall Death My hope from all her Ioyes thou dost confine Thou art the corde that stopst my vitall breath And Armes with Armes against me dost conioyne Thou only art the SHE that 's fenst with hate And dost thy selfe of pitie naked make Tirde with a Burthen of Extremities Which breakes not bowes my wofull Hart in twaine And checkt with chiefest Mate of Miseries I linger out my lothed life in paine Then death not life I may this liuing call Where ceasles Noy not ioy doth me befall Black gloomy Thoughts 〈◊〉 me doe tyrannise And to my Soule appoynted faithfull Guides Doe her deceiue with her they subtellise Nor in this ill to comfort me None bides All my best Hopes are at an Ebbing low Whilst stealing yeares with griefes encreasing grow What shall I doe shall I to reason turne Oh no for her I too much haue offended What shal I goe to LOVE and to him mourne For aide and promise all shall be amended Alas it were in vaine and labour lost Where he doth promise he deceiueth most See then ye fond Desires what you haue done By headstrong Will sage Reason to depraue But what shall I as now resolue vpon Whom shall I trust of whom helpe shall I craue Euen her who first betraide me will I trust She can but be as she hath been vniust Come gentle sleepe sweet sleepe my welcome Frend Come comfort me with shadow of my Loue And her in vision quickly to me send For whom these g●iefes and bitter pangs I proue Black Night be thou far darker then thou art Thy chiefest Beautie is to be most darke By thee my peace and pleasure doth arise Whilst I through thy deceit yet liking me Doe seeme to ioy with her in louely wise Although from hence God knowes far off she be Such is the pleasure that herein I take As more I could not ioy were I awake Thou shewst to me the trammels of her Haire Clept SCALA COELI locks of pure Delight Her snowy Neck the cause of my sweete Care Her eyes like Saphires sparkling in the night With ot●er sights vnseemly to be knowne Al these sweet sleep through thee to me are showne Only in this my thinks th' art too vnkinde That when thou partst from me all ioy doth part Nor any such thing left with me I finde Which then afresh renewes mine inwa●d smart Then since her selfe I waking cannot haue Sleeping let me her shadow of thee craue Like as the painefull Marchant venterer That is to leaue his sweetest natiue soyle Being bound vnto some strangy Countrie far Whome hope of gaine doth restles make to toyle Taking his leaue of his deare Familie Through feare hope makes them to liue and die But afterward when he hath crost the Seas Fraughting his ship with richest marchandise He then begins to frolicke Hearts at ease And hoyseth vp his sailes in cheerefull wise Searching by skill the shortest cut to take Of this his wearie iourney end to make When being almost tired at the last He is in kenning of his wished Home And when hauing of his Natiue Aire a taste Twixt ioy and griefe his very soule doth grone For griefe his Countrie he so long did in For ioy that Home he now returned is So fare I for when I doe call to minde The time in which my Libertie was lost I shed salt teares to thinke how I did binde My selfe being free as slaue vnto my cost But when I hope one day I shall be free Through my sweet Saint my hart doth leap for glee As many fierie darts as Ioue on high Dingde downe on Giants in his angrie mood So many whirle about my Bodie nigh As longing causeles for my guiltles blood The frighted Aire raine Ashes downe apace And cheerefull sunne flies hence to hide his face Thus stand I in a Maze of Miserie My Heart seeing nought but signes of present death Seekes how with clipped wings away to flie And faine would scape to saue his vitall breath Ah pouer wretch but how ●ft possible I know not how nor he himselfe can tell The world 's his foe and LOVE doth him betraie Despaire of helpe his senses doth confound His cursed Guide for nonce leades him astraie Fortune accuseth him on no sure ground And which doth gaule him most most doth grieue His Mistris rash gainst him doth iudgement giue He Mercie cries and calleth for his Booke But proude Disdaine doth stop the Iudges eare● So that on ●im she 'le not so much as looke And thus from Barre they quickelie doe him beare From ALBAS presence is he qui●e debarde Exilde from Her this is his sentence harde Great state and pomp this princely pallace showes And richly euery chamber hanged is Mine entertainment daily sweeter growes What Hart or thought can gesse I doe not misse Chiefly the Walkes and Gardens wondrous been As they a second Paradise doe seeme Yet though I finde this kindnes passing great VVith hunting hawking fowling and such sport For all our feasting and our daintie meate Our mirth and Musick in most pleasing sort For all these pleasures yet liue I in paine Since Her I want for whom I wish in vaine VVhat others loue I lothe and quite dislike And though I am in worthie co●panie Yet still my think● I am retired quite Into a place of matchles miserie Into an vncouth wood and wildernes VVhere liue such Beasts as pray on Sauagenes And if that long from her I be depriu'd My life shall be like flowers that want the Sun So shall I yeeld my Ghost as one disliu'd VVhilst my threds life shall quickly be vnspun Go skalding sighs then flie vnto her straite Say that for life or death on her I waite You stately Hils you princelike Ruins olde Which proudly in your last remainders show And who as yet the name of faire Rome holde To whom did once the whole world homage owe The place where now so many Relikes lie Of Holy soules honord for Christ to die You Theaters you Conquerors Arches faire Colosses huge and massie Pillers great Triumphant Showes of more then Glory rare Where Victorie with pomp did take their seate Lo what a wonder strange in you is