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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19921	Epigrammes and elegies by I.D. and C.M.	Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.	1599 (1599)	STC 6350.5; ESTC S318	16,435	54

it selfe maintaine Against the Turkish power encroching stil. Nor what g●ea● Towne in all the ne●her landes The sta●es determine to besiege this spring Nor how the scottish po●licie now standes Nor what becomes of ths I●sh mu●ining But he doth seriouslie bethinke him whether Of the guld people he be more esteemde For his long cloake or his great blacke Feather By which each gull is now a gallant deemde Or of a Iourney he deliberates To Pa●●s garden cocke-pit or the play Or how to steale a dogge he medi●ates Or what he he shall vnto his mist●is say Yet with these Thoughts he thinks himselfe most fi● To be of Counsell with a King for wit Ad Musam 48. Peace idle muse haue done for it is time Since lowsie Ponticus ensues my fame And sweares the better sort are much to blame To make me so wel knowne for ill rime Yet Bankes his horse is better knowne then he so are the Cammels the westerne hog And so is Lepidus hie p●inted dogge why doth not Ponticus their fames enuie Besides this muse of mine the blacke fether grew both together fresh in estimation and both growne stale were cast away togither What fame is this t●at scarse lasts out a fashion Onely this last in credit doth remaine That frō henceforth ech bastard castforth rime which doth but sauour of a Libel vaine shal call me father and be thought my crime so dull with so litle sence endude is my grose headed iudge the multitude FINIS I D. IGNOTO I Loue thee not for sacred chaststie who loues fot that nor for thy sprightly wit I loue thee not for thy sweete modestie Which makes thee in perfections throane to sit I loue thee not for thy inchaunting eye Thy beautie rauishing perfection I loue thee not for vnchast luxu●ie Nor for thy bodies faire proportion I loue thee not for that my soule doth daunce And leap with pleasure when those lips of thine giue Musicall and g●acefull vtterance To some by thee made happie poe●s line I loue thee not for voice or slender small But wilt thou know wherefore-faire sweet for all Faith wench I cannot court thy sprightly eyes with the base Viall placed betweene my Thig●es I cannot lispe nor to some Fiddle sing Nor run vppon a high strecht Minikin I cannot whine in puling Elegies Intombing Cupid with sad obsequies I am not fashioned for these amorous times To cou●t thy beutie with lasciuious rimes I cannot dally caper daunce and sing Oyling my saint with supple sonneting I cannot crosse my armes or sigh ay me Ay me Forlorne egregious Fopperie I cannot busse thy fill play with thy hayre Swearing by loue Thou art most debonaire not I by Cock but shall tel rhee roundly harke in thine eare zounds I can thee soūdly Sweet wench I loue thee yet I wil not sue Or shew my loue as muskie Courtiers doe I le not carouie a health to honor thee In this same bez●ing drunken curtesie and when al 's quafde eate vp my bowsing glasse In glory that I am thy seruile asse nor wil I weare a rotten burbon locke as some sworne pesant to a female smock wel featurde lasse Thou knowest I loue the deere Yet for thy sake I wil not bore mine eare To hang thy durtie silken shootires there nor for thy loue wil I once gnash a brick Or some pied collou●s in my bonnet stiche bu● by the chaps of hell to do thee good I le freely spend my Thrise decocted bloud FINIS CERTAINE OF OVIDS ELEGIES By C Marlow At Middleborugh Amorum lib. 1. Elegia 1. Quemadmodum a Cupidine pro bell amoris scribere coactus sit WE which were Ouids fiue books now are thre For these before the rest preferreth he If reading fiue thou plainst of tediousnesse Two taine away the labour will be lesse VVith muse vpreard I meane to sing of ames Choosing a subiect fit for fierse alarmes Both verses were a like till loue men say Began to smile and take one foote away Rash boy who gaue thee power to change a line VVe are the Muses prophets none of thine That if thy Mother take Dianas bowe Shall Dian fanne when loue begins to glowe In woodie groues i st meete that Ceres raigne And quiuer bearing Dian till the plaine Whole set the faire treste sonne in battel ray While Mars doth take the Aonion harpe to play Great are thy kingdom● ouer strong and large Ambitious Imp why seekst thou further charge Are al things thine the Muses tempe thine then scarse can Phoebus say this harp is mine When in this worke first verse I trode a-loft I slackt my muse and made my number soft I haue no Mistres nor no fauorit Being fittest matter for a wanton wit thus I complainde but loue vn-lockt his quiuer Tooke out the shaft ordainde my heart to shiuer and bent his sinewy bow vppon his knee Saying Poet heere 's a worke beseeming thee Oh woe is me he neuer shootes but hits I burne loue in my idle bosome sits Let my first verse be sixe my last fiue feete Farewell sterne warre for blunter poets meete Elegian muse that warblest amorous layes Gyrt my shine browe with seabanke mirtle praise C Marlowe Amorum Lib 1. Elegia 3 Ad amicam I aske but right let her that co●ght me late Eyther loue or cause that I may hate I craue too much would she but let me loue her loue knows with such like praie●s I dailie moue her Accept him that wil serue thee al his youth Accept him that wil loue thee with spotles tru●h Yf loftie titles cannot cause me to be ●hine that am descended but of Knightlie line Soone may you plow the little landes I haue I gladlie graunt my parents giuen to saue Appollo Bacchus and the Muses may and Cupid who hath markt me for thy pray My spotlesse life which but to gods giue place Naked simplicitie modest grace I loue but one and her I loue change neuer Yf men haue faith I le liue with thee for euer The yeeres that fatal destenie shal giue I le liue with thee and die or thou shalt g●ieue Be thou the the happie subiect of my bookes That I may write thinges worthy thy faire lookes By verses horned Io got her name and she ro whom in shape of Bull loue came And she that on a fainde Bull swam to land griping his false ●ornes with her virgin hand So likewise we will through the worlde be rung And with my name shal thine be alwaies sung Amorum lib. 1. Elegia 5. Corinnae concubjtus IN Summers heate and mid-time of the day To rest my limbes vppon a bed I lay One window shut the other open stood Which gaue such light as twincles in a wood like twilight glimps at setting of the sunne O● night being past and yet not day begunne Such light to shamefast maidens must be showne Where they may sport seeme to be vn-knowne Then came Co●inna in a long loose gowne

leau'st his bed because hee s faint throgh age And early mountest thy hateful cariage But had'st thou in thine armes some Caephalus Then vvould'st thou cry stay night run not thus Punnish ye me because yeeres make him vvaine I did not bid thee vved an aged svvaine The Moone sleepes and Endimion euery day Thou art as faire as she then kisse and play Ioue that thou shouldst not hast but vvait his leisure Made tvvo nights one to finish vp his plesure I chide no more she blusht and therfore heard me Yet lingred not the day but morning scarde me Amorum lib. 2 Elegia 4 Quod amet mulieres Cuiuscunque forme sint I Meane not to defend the scapes of any Or iustifie my vices being many For I cōfesse if that might merite fauour Here I display my levvde and loose behauiour I loath yet after that I loath I run Oh hovv the burden irkes that vve shoulde shun I cannot rule my selfe but vvhere loue please And driuen like a ship vppon rough seas No one face likes me best al faces moue A hundred reasons makes me euer Loue. Yf any eye me vvith a modest Looke I blush by that blushful glas am tooke And she that 's coy I like for being no clovvn Me thinks she should be quick vvhen she is dovvne Though her sovver Lookes a sabines brovv resēble I think shee le do but deeply can dissemble If she be Learned then for her skil I craue her If not because shee s simple I vvould haue her Before Calimecus one preferres me farre Seeing she likes my bookes vvhy should vve iarre Another railes at me and that I vvrite Yet vvould I be vvith her if that I might Trips shee it likes me vvel plods she vvhat than She vvould be nimbler Lying vvith a man And when one sweetly sings then straight I long To quauer on her lips euen in her song Or if one touch the lute with art and cunning Who would not loue those nimble handes for their swift runing And she I like that with a maiestie Foldes vp her armes and makes low curtesie To leaue myselfe that am in loue withal Some one of theese might make the chastest fal If she be tall shee s like an amazon And therefore fils the bed she lyes vpon If short she lyes the rounder to speak troth Both short long please me for I loue both If her white neck be shadowed with black hayre Why so was Ledas yet was Leda faire Yellow trest is she then on the morne think I My loue alludes to euery historie A young wench pleaseth and an olde is good This for her lookes that for her woman-hoode Nay what is she that any Romane loues But my ambitious ranging minde approues Amorum Lib. 2 Elegia 10 Ad Grecinum quod eodem tempore duas amet GRecinus well I wot thou toldst me once I could not be in loue with two at once By thee deceiued by thee surprisde am I. For now I loue two women equally both are well fauoured both rich in aray VVhich is the louliest it is hard to say This seemes the fairest so doth that to me This doth please me most and so doth she Euen as a boate tost by contrary winde So with this loue and that wauers my minde Venus why doublest thou my endlesse smart Was not one wench inough to grieue my heart Why addst thou starres to heauen leaues to greene woods And to the deep vast sea fsesh water floods Yet this is better farre then lye alone let such as be mine enemies haue none Yea let my foes sleepe in an emptie bed And in the mids their bodyes largely spread But may soft loue rowse vp my drowsie eyes And fom my mistris bosome let me rise Let one wench cloy me with sweet loues delight If one can doote if not two euery night Though I am slender I haue store of pich Nor want I strength but weight to presse her with Pleasure ads fuell to my lustfull fire I pay them home with that they most desire Oft haue I spent the night in wantonnes And in the morne bene liuely nerethelesse Hee s happy who loues mutuall skirmish slayes And to the Gods for that death Ouid prayes Let souldiour chase his enemies amayne And with his blood eternall honour gaine Let marchants seeke welth with periured lips And being wrackt carowse the sea tir'd by their ships But when I dye would I might droope with doing And in the mids thereof let my soule going That at my funerals some may weeping cry Euen as he led his life so did he die Amorum lib. 3. Elegia 6. Quod ab amica receptus cum ea coire non potuit conqueritur EIther she vvas foule or her attire vvas bad Or she vvas not the vvēch I vvisht t' haue had Idly I lay vvith her as if I louede her not And like a burden greeu'd the bed that moued not Though both of vs performd our true intent Yet coulde I not cast ancor where I meant She on my neck her Iuorie armes did throw That were as vvhite as is the Scithian snovv And egarly she kist me vvith her tongue And vnder mine her vvanton thigh she flong Yea and she soothde me vp and calde me sir And vsde all speech that might prouoke and stirre Yet like as if colde hemlock I had drunk It mocked me hung dovvne the head and sunke Like a dull Cipher or rude block I lay Or shad Or body vvas lo vvho can say What vvill my age do age I cannot shunne Seeing in my prime my force is spent and done I blush and being youthful hot and lustie I proue neyther youth nor man but olde and rustie Pure Rose she like a Nun to sacrifice Or one that vvith her tender brother lies Yet boorded I the golden Chietvvise And Libas and the vvhite cheek'de Pith o thrise Corinna craude it in a summers night And nine svveet bouts had vve before day light What vvast my lims throgh some Thesalia charms May spels and droughs do sillie soules such harms With virgin vvaxe hath some imbast my ioyntes Had pierst my Liuer vvich sharp needle points Charmes change corne to grasse and make it die By charmes are running springs foūntaines drie By charmes Mast drops from okes frō vines grapes fal And fruit frō trees vvhē ther 's no vvind at al. Why might not then my sinevves be inchaunted And I grovv faint as vvith some spirit haunted To this and shame shame to perform it quaild me And vvas the second cause vvhy rigor failde me My idle thoughts delighted her no more Then did the robe or garment vvhich she vvore Yet might her touch make youthfull pilius she And Tithon liuelier then his yeeres require Euen her I had and she had me in vaine What mighr I craue more if I aske againe I think the great gods grieu'd they had bestovvd This benefit vvhich levvdlie I forslovvde I vvisht to be restored in and in I got me To