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A19946	Dauisons poems, or, A poeticall rapsodie Deuided into sixe bookes. The first, contayning poems and deuises. The second, sonets and canzonets. The third, pastoralls and elegies. The fourth, madrigalls and odes. The fift, epigrams and epitaphs. The sixt, epistles, and epithalamions. For variety and pleasure, the like neuer published.; Poetical rapsody	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1621 (1621)	STC 6376; ESTC S109387	98,578	288

light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Goe change thy bow and get a stronger Goe breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait'st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catenas XXV ODE The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must dye Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she cry Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of Loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne In stead of learned verse his tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire XXVI ODE Three Odes translated out af Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for runes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worrhies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell XXVII ODE A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horses hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lyons teeth his strength disclose The fish by swimming scapes the wheele The bird by flight the Fowlers net With wisedome man is arm'd as steele From women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword a trusty shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beauty yeeld XXVIII ODE OF late what time the Beare turn'd round At midnight in her wo●●ed way And men of all sorts slept full sound Orecome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whose the●e quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth q●●th he D●ng wet with ●ain●●s moonlesse night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the doore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged Boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my Bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet wil● 〈◊〉 ●oue too slack for me He said and 〈◊〉 bow and shot And weighty 〈…〉 heart The wound was ●ore and ●●ging hot The heate like fie●y 〈◊〉 my ●●art Mine Hhoast quoth he my s●●ng is well And laught so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine XXIX ODE Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue to each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull a horne the Horse a hoofe The light-hoofe hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flye where they list The fish swimmes safe in water deep The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it be The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue When each desired it to haue XXX ODE Anacreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To dry his plumes I heard the Boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire F●ying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his back Doubting the Boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wrack But what I fear'd did me poore wretch betide And forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quick and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procur'd a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drye But left the Arrow sticking in my brest Therefore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest XXXI ODE That time and absence proues Rather helps then hurts to loues ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against my strength Distance and length Do what you can for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and time doth settle Who loues a Mistresse of such quality He soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time place and all mortality To hearts 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 take 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 imbrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her XXXII ODE Of Cinthia THe ancient readers of heauens booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To be transitory This the learned only knew But now all men find it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and seas she rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe old and perish Only time which all doth mow Her alone doth cherish Times yong houres attend her still And her eyes and cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beauty All her louers old do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and duty The end of the fourth Booke THE FIFT BOOKE OF Epigrams and Epitaphs Of Epigrams Epigrams translated out of Martiall Ad Aelian 76. l. 1. Si memini fuerant tibi quatuor Aelia dentes Expuit vnta duos tussis vna duos Iam secura potes totis tussire diebus Nil

Praise of a Beggers life 136 Praise of her eyes 73 Praise of Musicke 138 Praise of Sir Philip Sidney 262 Praise of the two countesses of Cumberland and Warwick 98 Purse 43 Twelue wonders of the world 1 Cupid makes a Nimph wound her selfe 15 A complaint of which al the staues end with the words of the first 17 A dialogue in imitation of Horace 20 Cupid shoots light but wounds sore 21. 22 A true description of loue 23 Of the first inhabiting this I le by Brute c 25 A Meditation on the frailty of this life 27 A Poesie to proue affection is not loue 29 A Louers request if hee hold his peace 30 A complaint for Iustice flight 30 A Poem in the nature of an Epitaph 31 Loues contentment 32 A Repentant Poem 34 Vnions Iewell 35 A Panegyricke to the King 38 Q Quatraine 105 R Repentant Poem 34 Reporting Sonet of praise 72 Ring plaine 44 Rings poesie 44 Roundelay very pretty in inuerted Rimes 158 S Saphicks vpon the Passion of Christ 57 Scarfe 45 Sicknesse 208 Sicknesse and recouery 89 Sizers Snufkin 45 Hee tells her how hee le hide his ioyes 62 Hee promiseth to loue as he is loued 63 To mistresse Diana 63 Dedication of these Rimes c 64 That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection 65 Vpon his absence from her 65 To Q. E. at a Maske 1594 66 To pitty 67 Vpon her acknowledging his desert 67 Her answer in the same 68 Vpō her cōmending his verses 69 To a worthy Lord now dead 70 He demands pardō for louing 70 Loue punishable 71 He calls his eares 72 Praise of her eyes 73 Contention of loue 73 That she hath great power ouer his life c. 74 Of his Ladies weeping 75 He paints out his torment 75 His sight teares are bootles 76 Her beauty makes him liue euen in despaire 77 Why her lips yeelds him no comfort 77 Comparison of his heart c 80 That he cānot leaue to loue c 81 He desires leaue to write c 81 That time hath no power to end his loue 82 Of the Moone c 83 That loue only made him a Poet. 84 Desire hath cōquered reuenge 86 To his eies for causing his pain 86 Vpon loues entering by the eare 87. 88 Of his own and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time 89 Another of her sicknesse and recouery 89 Allusion to Thaesus voyage 90 Vpon her secret looking out at a window as he past by 91 To his Mistresse c 92 To the Sunne c. 92 Vpon sending her a Ring c 93 The hearts captiuity 93 For her heart only 94 That his loue kils him with kindnesse 95 She only might cure him c 96 He expresseth his great loue vnto her 96 He wisheth both their hearts euer vnited 97 Loues seuen deadly sins 97 To two most honorable and vertuous Ladies and sisters c. 98 To my Lord the Prince 99 To the Lady Elizabeth c. 99 T Time cannot end or diminish loue 82 The meane estate is best 152 To Pitty 67 Tongue 144 V Vnions Iewell 35 Vranias answere 163 W Writing tables 45 Wit 144 Womens weight in Latine and English 60 Womens hearts and vnconstancy 145 Epithalmion vpon the spousals of W.A. and I.A. He who first did institute holy wedlock Knitting man and woman in happy bedlock Putting on their concupisence a holy fetlock Not to be broken Grant O grant ye grace to loue one another Like a Sister Christian and a brother So make the weaker of you a mother Loues happy token Another of the same Loue is foolery if it be not founded And on heauēly beauty chiefely grounded All deformity from the first sin runneth Al true beauty from our God only cōmeth With loues puritie him then only praise ye That by mercy he to himselfe may raise ye Hee 's the fountaine of all true perfect beauty And best meriteth all harts loue and duty Then send vp to him al your sighs gronings Then poure out to him all your teares and mournings And fixe only on him your ioyes and gladnesse For to ioy in earthly things is madnesse A short Contents of all the sixe Bookes contained In this volume c. The 1. book contayning Poems Deuises begins fol. 1. to folio 62. The 2 book of Sonets Canzonets begins folio 62. to follio 150. The 3. book of Pastorals Elegies begins folio 150. to folio 205. The 4. book of madrigalls Odes begins folio 205. to folio 255. The 5. book of Epigrams Epitaphs begins folio 255. to folio 266. The 6. book of Epistles begins folio 266 to 272. And Epithalmions begins before follio 1. THE FIRST BOOKE OF POEMS AND DEVISES I. POEM YET OTHER TWELVE WONders of the World by Sir Iohn Dauis I. The Courtier LOng haue I liu'd in Court yet learn'd not all this while To sel poore sutors smoke nor where I hate to smile Superiors to adore Inferiors to despise To flye from such as fall to follow such as rise To cloake a poore desire vnder a rich array Not to aspire by vice though t were the quicker way II. The Diuine My calling is Diuine and I from God am sent I will no chop-Church be nor pay my patron rent Nor yeeld to sacriledge but like the kind true mother Rather will loose all the child then part it with another Much wealth I will not seeke nor worldly masters serue So to grow rich far while my poore flock doth sterue III. The Souldier My occupation is the noble trade of Kings The tryall that decides the highest right of things Though Mars my Master be I doe not Venus loue Nor honour Bacchus oft nor often sweare by loue Of speaking of my selfe I all occasion shunne And rather loue to doe then boast what I haue done IIII. The Lawyer The Law my calling is my robe my tongue my pen Wealth and opinion gaine and make me Iudge of men The knowne dishonest cause I neuer did defend Nor spun out sutes in length but wisht and sought an end Nor counsell did bewray nor of both parties take Nor euer tooke I fee for which I neuer spake V. The Physition I study to vphold the slippery state of man Who dies when we haue done the best and all we can From practise and from bookes I draw my learned skill Not from the knowne receipt of Pothecaries bill The earth my faults doth hide the world my cures doth see What youth and time effects is oft ascribde to me VI. The Merchant My trade doth euery thing to euery land supply Discouer vnknowne coasts strange Countries to ally I neuer did forestall I neuer did ingrosse Nor custome did withdraw though I return'd with losse I thriue by faire exchange by selling and by buying And not by Iewish vse reprisall fraud or lying VII The Country Gentleman Though strange outlādish spirits praise towns country scorn The coūtry is my home I dwel where I was born There

Tyrant yet beloued still Wherein haue I deseru'd of you so ill That all my loue you should with hate requite And all my paines reward with such dispite Or if my fault be great which I protest Is onely 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 to haue the same tormenting When you haue read them vse them as you lift For by your sight they shall be fully blest But till you reade them let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your furie saue Another Cleare vp mine eyes and dry your selues my teares And thou my heart banish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her heart disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet faire her eyes will not a looke deny To this sad story of thy miserie O then my deere behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kind of woes endure Of him whose head is made a hiue of woes Whose swarming number daily greater growes Of him whose senses like a Racke are bent With diuers motions my poore soule to rent Whose mind a mirror is which onely shewes 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 heart so faithfull constant true That onely loues and serues and honors 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 Port no Land no comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterly neglected With dreadfull terrour tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth daily hourely minuitly expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rocke or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne Another But yet of all the woes that do torment me Of all the torments that do daily rent me Ther 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least cannot be long endured As that so many weekes nay moneths and yeares Nay tedious ages for it so appeares My trembling heart besides so many anguishes T'wixt hope and feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your eyes your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'vnfained griefe which you do make me beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere loue the booke I meane I sent To your deere selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me away leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinkes on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hare both my selfe and gifts and letters too Another I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a minde So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart 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 heart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore eies so much grace Freely to view the riches of your face And did so high exalt my lowly heart 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 mind And in my heart and soule no cause can find No fact no word whereby my heart doth merit To loue that loue which once I did inherit Despaire it selfe cannot make me despaire But that you 'le proue as kind as you are faire And that my lines and booke O would t' were true Are though I know 't not yet receiu'd by you And often haue your crueltie repented Whereby my guiltlesse heart is thus tormented And now at length in lieu of passed woe Will pittie kindnesse loue and fauour shoe Another But when againe my cursed memory To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That wither'd my young 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 eies On which alone my earthly ioyes depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete rosie lips the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest kisse My greedy eares on your sweete words to feed VVhich canded in your sugred breath proceed In daintiest accents through that currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your hand so white so moyst so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloody theft VVhereby it closely me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenly conuersation By whose sweete charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louely presence haunt In stead of all these ioyes I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnesse frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words besides lookes nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vndeserued spight VVhen this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eyes let fall Nor wind of blustring sighes withall their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should finde grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterly abhorre me Another Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To try the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendor of your beauties hew Ah! try it on rebellious hearts and eyes That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and curelesse your eyes can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glory is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie FINIS