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A03742	Songes and sonettes, written by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other	Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Wyatt, Thomas, Sir, 1503?-1542.; Grimald, Nicholas, 1519-1562.; Tottel, Richard, d. 1594.	1557 (1557)	STC 13861; ESTC S106407	140,215	240

the lord Ferres sonne VVHo iustly may reioyce in ought vnder the skye As life or lands as frends or frutes which only liue to dye Or who doth not well know all worldly works are vaine And geueth nought but to the lendes to take the same again For though it lift some vp as we long vpward all Such is the sort of slipper welth all thinges do rise to fall Thuncerteintie is such experience teacheth so That what things men do couer most them sonest they forgo Lo Deuorox where he lieth whose l●fe men held so deare That now his death is sorowed so that pitie it is to heare His birth of auncient blood his parents of great fame And yet in vertue farre before the formost of the same His king and countrye both he serued to so great gaine That with the Brutes record doth rest and euer shall remaine No man in warre so mete an enterprise to take No man in peace that pleasurde more of enmies frends to make A Cato for his counsell his hed was surely such Ne Theseus frendship was so great but Deuorox was as much A graffe of so small grothe so much good frute to bring Is seldome heard or neuer sene it is so rare a thing A man sent vs from God his life did well declare And now sent for by God again to teach vs what we are Death and the graue that shall accompany all that liue Hath brought him heuē though sōwhat sone which life could neuer giue God graunt well all that shall professe as he profest To liue so well to dye no worse and send his soule good rest They of the meane estate are happiest IF right be rackt and ouerronne And power take part with open wrong If feare my force do yelde to soone The lack is like to last to long If God for goodes shalbe vnplaced If right for riches lose his shape If world for wisdome be embraced The gesse is great much hurt may hap Among good thinges I proue and finde The quiet life doth most abound And sure to the contented minde There is no riches may be found For riches hates to be content Rule is enmy to quietnesse Power is most part impacient And seldom likes to liue in pease I heard a herdman once compare That quiet nightes he had mo slept And had mo m●ry dayes to spare Then he which ought the beastes he kept I would not haue it thought hereby The Dolphin swimme I meane to teache Nor yet to learne the Fawcon fly I row not so farre past my reache But as my part aboue the rest Is well to wish and well to will So till my breath shall fail my brest I will not ceasse to wish you still Comparison of life and death THe life is long that lothsomly doth last The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date The present panges and painfull plages forepast Yelde griefe aye grene to stablish this estate So that I feele in this great storme and strife The death is swete that endeth such a life Yet by the stroke of this strange ouerthrow At which conflict in thraldom I was thrust The Lord be praised I am well taught to know From whence man came and eke whereto he must And by the way vpon how feble force His terme doth stand till death doth end his course The pleasant yeres that seme so swift that runne The mery dayes to end so fast that flete The ioyfull nightes of which day daweth so soone The happy howers which mo domisse then mete Do all consume as snow against the sunne And death makes end of all that life begunne● Since death shall dure till all the world be wast what meaneth man to drede death then so sore As man might make that life should alway last Without regard the lord hath led before The daunce of death which all must runne on row Though how● or when the Lord alone doth know If man would minde what burdens life doth bring What greuous crimes to Go● he doth c●mmi●t what plages what panges what per●iles thereby spring With no sure hower in all his daies to ●it He would sure think as with great cause I do The day of death were better of the two Death is a port wherby we passe to ioy Life is a lake that drowneth all in payn Death is so dere it ceaseth all annoy Life is so leude that all it yeldes is vayn And as by life to bondage man is braught Euen so likewise by death was fredome wraught Wherfore with Paul let all men wish and pray To be dissolude of this foule fleshly masse Or at the least be armde against the day That they be found good souldiers prest to passe From life to death from death to life again To such a life as euer shall remain The tale of Pigmalion with conclusion vpon the beautie of his loue IN Grece somtime there dwelt a man of worthy fame To graue in stone his cunning was Pygmaliō was his name To make his fame endure when death had him bereft He thought it good of his own hand some filed worke were left In secrete studie then such worke he gan deuise ●s might his cunning best commend and please the lookers eyes● A courser faire he thought to graue barbd for the field And on his back a semely knight well armd with speare shield Or els some foule or fish to graue he did deuise And still within his wandering thoughtes new fansies did arise Thus varied he in minde what enterprise to take Till fansy moued his learned hand a woman fayre to make Whe●eon he stayde and thought such parfite fourme to frame Whereby he might amaze all Grece and winne immortall name Of yuorie white he made so faire a woman than That nature scornd her perfitnesse so taught by craft of man Wel shaped were her lims ful comly was her face Ech litle vain most liuely coucht eche part had semely grace Twixt nature Pigmalion there might appere great strife So semely was this ymage wrought it lackt nothing but life His curious eye beheld his own deuised work And gasing oft thereon he found much venome there to lurk For all the featurde shape so did his fansie moue That with his idoll whom he made Pygmalion fell in loue To whom he honour gaue and deckt with garlandes swete And did adourn with iewels rich as is for louers mete Somtimes on it he fawnd somtime in rage would cry It was a wonder to behold how fansy bleard his eye Since that this ymage dum enflamde so wise a man My dere alas since I you loue what wonder is it than In whom hath nature set the glory of her name And brake her moulde in great dispaire your like she coulde not frame The louer sheweth his wofull state and praieth pitie LYke as the Larke within the Marlians foote With piteous tunes doth chirp her yelden lay So sing I now seyng none other boote My rendering song and to your well obey

loue The frailtie and hurtfulnes of beautie BRittle beautie that nature made so fraile Wherof the gift is small and short the season Flowring to day to morowe apt to faile Tickell treasure abhorred of reason Daugerous to dele with vaine of none auaile Costly in keping past not worthe two peason Slipper in sliding as is an eles taile Hard to attaine once gotten not geason Iewel of ieopardie that perill doth assaile False and vntrue enticed oft to treason Enmy to youth that most may I bewaile Ah bitter swete infecting as the poyson Thou farest as frute that with the frost is taken To day redy ripe to morowe all to shaken A complaint by night of the louer not beloued ALas so all things now do hold their peace Heauen and earth disturbed in nothing The beasts the ayre the birdes their song do cease The nightes chare the starres about doth bring Calme is the Sea the waues worke lesse and lesse So am not I whom loue alas doth wring Bringing before my face the great encrease Of my desires whereat I wepe and sing In ioy and wo as in a doutfull ease For my swete thoughtes sometime do pleasure bring But by and by the cause of my disease Geues me a pang that inwardly doth sting When that I thinke what griefe it is againe To liue and lacke the thing should ridde my paine How eche thing saue the louer in spring reuiueth to pleasure WHen Windsor walles susteyned my wearied arme My hand my chin to ease my restles hed Set pleasant plots reuested green with warme The blossomd bowes with ●●sty Ueryspred The flowred meades the wedded birdes so late Mine eyes discouer and to my minde resorte The ioly woes the hatelesse shorte debate The r●kchell life that longes to loues disporte Wherewith alas● the heauy charge of care Heapt in my brest breakes forth against my will In smoky sighes that ouercast the ayre My vapord eyes suche drery teares distill The tender spring which quicken where they fall And I halfbent to throw me down withall Vow to loue faithfullie howsoeuer he be rewarded SEt me wheras the Sunne do parche the grene Or where his beames do not dissolue the yse In temperate heat where he is felt and sene In presence prest of people madde or wise Set me in hye or yet in low degree In longest night or in the shortest day In clearest skie or where clowdes thickest be In lusty youth or when my heares are gray Set me in heauen in earth or els in hell In hill or dale or in the foming flood Thrall or at large aliue where so I dwell Sicke or in health● in ●uyll faine or good Hers will I be and onely with this thought Content my selfe although my chaunce be nought Complaint that his ladie after she knew of his loue kept her face alway hidden from him I Neuer saw my Ladie laye apart Her cornet blacke in cold nor yet in heate Sith first she knew my griefe was growen so great Which other fansies driueth from my hart That to my selfe I do the thought reserue The which vnwares did wounde my woful brest For on her face mine eyes mought neuer rest Sins that she knew I did her loue and serue Her golden tresse is clad alway with blacke Her smiling lokes to hide thus euermore And that restraines which I desire so sore So doth this corner gouerne my alacke In somer sunne in winters breath of frost Wherby the light of her faire lokes I lost Request to his loue to ioyne bountie with beautie THe golden gift that nature did thee geue To fasten frendes and feede them at thy wyll With fourme and fauour taught me to beleue How thow art made to shew her greatest skill Whose hidden vertues are not so vnknowen But liuely domes might gather at the furst Where beauty so her perfect seede hath sowen Of other graces folow nedes there must Now certesse Garret sins all this is true That from aboue thy giftes are thus elect Do not deface them than with fansies newe Nor change of mindes let not thy minde infect But mercy him thy frende that doth thee serue Who seekes alway thine honour to preserue Prisoned in windsor he recounteth his pleasure there passed SO cruell prison how could betide alas As proude Windsor where I in lust and ioy With a kinges sonne my childishe yeres did passe In greater feastes than Priams sonnes of Troy Where eche swete place returns a taste full sower The large grene courtes where we were wont to hone With eyes cast vp into the maydens tower And easie sighes such as folke drawe in loue The stately seates the ladies bright of hewe The daunces short long tales of great delight with wordes and lokes that tigers could but rewe Where eche of vs did pleade the others right The palme play where dispoiled for the game with dazed eies oft we by gleames of loue Haue mist the ball and got sight of our dame To baite her eies which kept the leads aboue The grauell ground with sleues tied on the helme On foming horse with swordes and frendly hartes With cheare as though one should another whelme Where we haue fought and chased oft with dartes with siluer droppes the meade yet spred for ruth In actiue games of nimblenes and strength Where we did straine trained with swarmes of youth Our tender limmes that yet shot vp in length The secret groues which oft we made resound Of pleasaunt plaint and of our ladies praise Recording oft what grace eche one had found what hope of spede what dread of long delaies The wilde forest the clothed holtes with grene With rains auailed and swift ybreathed horse With crie of houndes and mery blastes betwene Where we did chase the fearfull hart of force The wide vales eke that harborde vs ech night Wherwith alas reuiueth in m● brest The swete accord such slepes as yet delight The pleasant dreames the quiet bed of rest The secrete thoughtes imparted with such trust The wanton talke the diuers change of play The frenship sworne eche promise kept so iust wherwith we past the winter nightes away And with this thought the bloud forsakes the face The teares be●aine my chekes of deadly hewe The which as soone as sobbing sighes ●alas Upsupped haue thus I my plaint renew O place of blisse renuer of my woes Geue me accompt where is my noble fere Whom in thy walles thou doest eche night enclose To other leefe but vnto me most dere Eccho alas that doth my sorow rewe Returns therto a hollow sound of plaint Thus I alone where all my freedome grewe In prison pyne with bondage and restraint And with remembrance of the greater griefe To banish the lesse I finde my chief reliefe The louer comforteth himselfe with the worthinesse of his loue VVHen raging loue with extreme payne Most cruelly distrains my hart When that my teares as floods of rayne Beare witnes of my wofull smart When sighes haue wasted so my breath That

he to sting And for to tell at last my great seruise From thousand dishonesties haue I him drawen That by my meanes him in no maner wise Ne●e● vile pleasure once hath ouerthrowen whe●● in his dede shame hath him alwaies gnawen D●●ting r●port that should come to her eare Whom now he blames her wonted he to feare What euer he hath of any honest custome Of her and me that holdes he euery whit But lo yet neuer was there nightly fantome So farre in errour as he is from his wit To plain on vs he striueth with the bit Which may rule him and do him ease and pain And in one hower make al his grief his gain But one thing ●●t there is aboue all other I gaue him win●es wherwith he might vpflie To honour and fame and if he would to higher Then mortal thinges aboue the starry s●ie Considering the pleasure that an eye Might geue in earth by reason of the loue what should that be that lasteth still aboue And he the same himself hath sayd ere this But now forgotten is both that and I That gaue her him his onely wealth and blisse And at this word with dedly shreke and cry Thou gaue her once quod I but by and by Thou toke her ayen from me that wo worth the. Not I but price more worth than thou quod he At last eche other for himself concluded I trembling still but he with small reuerence Lo thus as we eche other haue accused Dere Lad● now we waite thine onely sentence She smiling at the whi●ted audience It liketh me quod she to haue heard your question But lenger time doth as● a resolucion The louers sorowfull state maketh him write sorowfull songes but Souche his loue may change the same MAruell no more altho The songes I sing do mone For other life then wo I neuer proued none And in my hart also Is grauen with letters d●●e A thousand sighes and mo A flood of teares to wepe How may a man in smart Finde matter to reioyce How may a moorning hart Set foorth a pleasant voyce Play who so can● that part Nedes must in me appere How fortune ou●rthwart Doth cause my moorning chere Perdy there is no man If he saw neuer sight That perfitly tell can The nature of the ●ight Alas how should I than That neuer taste but sowre But do as I began Continually to lowre But yet perchance some chance May chance to change my tune And when Souch chance doth chance Then shall I thank fortune And if I haue Souch chance Perchance ere it be ●ong For Souch a pleasant chance To sing some pleasant song The louer complaineth himself forsaken VVHere shall I haue at mine owne wyll Teares to complain Where shall I set Such sighes that I may sigh my fill And then againe my plaintes repete For though my plaint shall haue none end My teares cannot suffise my wo. To mone my harm haue I no friend For fortunes friend is mishaps fo Comfort God wot els haue I none But in the winde to wast my wordes Nought moueth you my deadly mone But still you turne it into bordes I speake not now to moue your hart That you should rue vpon my pain The sentence geuen may not reuert I know such labour were but vain But sins that I for you my dere Haue lost that thing that was my best A right small losse it must appere To lese these wordes and all the rest But though they sparkle in the winde Yet shall they shew your falsed faith Which is returned to his kinde For like to like the prouerb saith Fortune● and you did me auance Me thought I swam and could not drown Happiest of all but my mischance Did lift me vp to throw me down And you with her of cruelnesse Did set your foote vpon my neck Me and my welfare to oppresse without offence your hart to wreck Where are your pleasant wordes alas where is your faith your stedfastnesse There is no more but all doth passe And I am left all comfortlesse But sins so much it doth you greue And also me my wretched life Haue here my troth Nought shall releue But death alone my wretched strife Therfore farewell my life my death My gain my losse my salue my sore Farewell also with you my breath For I am gone for euermore Of his loue that pricked her finger with a nedle SHe sat and sowed that hath done me the wrong Wherof I plain and haue done in my ● day And whilst she heard my pl●in● in p●●eous song She wisht my hart the samplar that it lay● The blinde master whom I haue serued so long Grudging to heare that he did heare her say Made her own weapon do her finger blede To fele if pricking were so good in dede Of the same VVHat man hath heard such cruelty before That when my plaint remembred her my wo That caused it she cruell more and more Wished eche stitche as she did sit and sow Had prickt my hart for to encrease my sore And as I think she thought it had been so For as she thought this is his hart in dede She pricked hard and made her self to blede Request to Cupide for reuenge of his vnkinde loue BEhold Loue thy power how she despiseth My greuous pain how litle she regardeth The solemne othe wherof she takes no cure Broken she hath and yet she bydeth sure Right at her ease and litle thee she dr●d●●h Weaponed thou art and she vnarmed sitte●● To thee disdainfull all her l●fe she leade●●● To me spitefull without iust cause or m●●sure Behold Loue how proudly she triumpheth I am in hold but if thee pitie meueth Go bend thy bow that stony hartes breaketh And with some stroke reuenge the great displeasure Of thee and him that sorow doth endure And as his Lord thee lowly here entreateth Complaint for true loue vnrequited VVHat vaileth troth or by it to take payn To striue by stedfastnesse for to attain How to be iust and flee from doublenesse Since all alyke where ruleth carftinesse Rewarded is both crafty false and plain Soonest he spedes that most can lye and fayn True meaning hart is had in hi● disdain Against deceit and cloked doublenesse What vaileth troth or parfit stedfastnesse Deceaued is he by false and crafty trayn That meanes no gile and faithful doth remain Within the trapt without help or redresse But for to loue lo such a sterne maistresse Where cruelty dwelles alas it were in vain The louer that fled loue now folowes it with his harme SOmtime I fled the fire that me so brent By sea by land by water and by wynde And now the coales I folow that be quent From Douer to Calas with willing minde Lo how desire is both forth sprong and spent And he may see that whilom was so blinde And all his labour laughes he now to scorne Meashed in the breers that erst was onely torne The louer hopeth of better chance HE is

eares are bayly ●ed In fine I see and proue the riche haue many foes He slepeth best and careth least that little hath to lose As tyme requireth now who woulde auoyde much strife Were better liue in poore estate then leade a princis life To passe those troublesom times I see but littil choyse But helpe to wayle with those that wepe laugh whē they reioyce For as we se to day our brother brought in care To morow may we haue such chaunce to fal with him in snare Of this we may be sure who thinkes to sit most fast Shal sonest fal like withered leaues that can not bide a blast Though that the flood be great the ebbe as low doth runne When euery man hath playd his part our pagent wylbe donne Who trustes this wretched world I hold him worse then madde Here is not one that ●eareth God the b●st is all to badde For those that seme as saintes are diuels in their dedes Though that the earth bringes furth some flowers it beareth many wedes I see no pres●ut helpe from mischiefe to preuaile But flee the seas of worldly care or beare a quiet saile For who that medleth least shal saue him selfe from smart Who stirres an oare in euery boate shal play a foolish part The dispairing louer lamenteth VVAlking the path of pensiue thought I askt my hart how came this wo Thine eye quod he this care me brought Thy minde thy witte thy wil also Enforceth me to loue her euer This is the cause ioy shal I neuer And as I walke as one dismaide Thinking that wroug this wo me lent Right sent me worde by wrath which sayd This iust iudgement to thee is sent ●eu●r to 〈…〉 d●●●g ever ●●ll ●r●●th th● f●●le ioy shal● thou neu●● ●●●h right ●oth iu●ge this w● tendur● Of health of welth of remedy As I haue done so be she sure Of faith and truth vntil I dye And as this paine cloke shal I euer ●o inwardly ioy shal I neuer Griping of gripes greu● not so sor● Nor serpentes styng causeth such smart Nothing on earth may paine me more Then sight that perst my woful hart Drowned with ●a●es stil to perseue● Come death betimes ioy shal I neuer O libertie why dost thou swai●e And steale away thus all at ones And I in prison like to starue For lacke of foode do gnaw on bones My hope and trust in thee was euer Now thou art gon ioy shal I neuer But styl as one al desperate To leade my l●fe in misery Sith fear● from hope hath locke the gate Where pitie should graunt remedy Dispaire this lot assignes me euer To liue in paine ioy shal I neuer The louer praieth his seruice to be accepted and his defaultes pardoned PRo●●yn that somtime serued Cephalus With hart as true as any louer might Yet her betide in louing this vnright That as in hart with loue surprised thus She on a day to see this Cephalus Where he was wont to shroude him in the shade When of his hunting he an ende had made Within y e woods with dredful lote forth stalketh So bussly loue in her hed it walketh That she to sene him may her not restraine This Cephalus that heard one shake y e leaues Uprist all egre thrusting after pray With darte in hand him list no further daine To see his loue but slew her in the greaues That ment to him but perfect loue alway So curious bene alas the rites all Of mighty loue that vnnethes may I thinke In his high seruice how to loke or winke Thus I complaine that wretchedst am of all To you my loue and soueraine lady dere That may my hart with death or life stere As ye best list That ye vouchsafe in all Mine humble seruice And if me misfall By negligence or els for lacke of wit That of your mercy yo● do pardon it And t●●nk y ● loue made Procrin shake y e leues When with vnright she slain was in y ● greues Descripcion and praise of his loue LYke the Phenix a birde most rare in sight That nature hath with gold and purple drest Such she me semes in whom I most delight If I might speake for enuy at the least Nature I thinke first wrought her in despite ●●rose and lilly that sommer bringeth first In beauty sure exceding all the rest ●nder the bent of her browes iustly pight ●s Diamondes or Saphires at the least Her glistring lightes the darknesse of the night Whose litle mouth and chinne like all the rest 〈◊〉 ruddy lippes excede the corall quite ●● yuery teeth where none excedes the rest ●autlesse she is from foote vnto the waste Her body small and straight as mast vpright Her armes long in iust proporcion cast Her handes depaint with veines all blew white What shal I say for that is not in sight The hidden partes I iudge them by the rest And if I were the forman of the quest To geue a verdite of her beauty bright For geue me Phebus thou shouldst be dispossest Which doest vsurpe my ladies place of right Here will I cease lest enuy cause dispite But nature when she wrought so faire a wight In this her worke she surely dyd entende To frame a thing that God could not amende The louer declareth his paines to excede far the paines of hell THe soules that lacked grace Which lye in bitter paine Are not in such a place As foolish folke do faine Tormented all with fire And boile in leade againe With serpents full of ire Stong oft with deadly paine Then cast in frosen pittes To freze there certaine howers And for their painfull fittes Apointed tormentours No no it is not so Their sorow is not such And yet they haue of wo I dare say twise as much Which comes because they lack The sight of the godhed And be from that kept back Where with are aungels fed This thing know I by loue Through absence crueltie Which makes me for to proue Hell pain before I dye There is no tong can tell My thousand part of care Ther may no fire in hell With my desire compare No boyling leade can pas My scalding sighes in hete Nor snake that euer was With s●inging can so frete A true and tender hert As my thoughtes da●ly doe ●o that I know but smart And that which longes thereto O Cupid Uenns son As thou hast showed thy might And hast this conquest woon Now end the same aright And as I am thy slaue Contented with all this So helpe me soone to haue My parfect earthly blisse Of the death of sir Thomas w●ate the elder LO dead he liues that whilome liued here Among the dead that quick go on the groun● Though he be dead yet doth he quick apere By liuely name that death cannot confound His life for ay of fame the trump shall sound Though he be dead yet liues he here aliue Thus can no death from Wiate life depriue That length of time consumeth

those therfore that wisely can beware The guilefull man that sutly sayth himselfe to dread the snare Blame not the stopped eares against the Syrenes song Blame not the minde not moued w t mone of falsheds flowing tōg If guile do guide your wit by silence so to speake By craft to craue and faine by fraude the cause y t you wold break Great harme your suttle soule shall suffer for the same And mighty loue will wreke the wrong so cloked with his name But we whom you haue warnde this lesson learne by you To know the tree before we clime to trust no rotten bowe To view the limed bushe to looke afore we light To shunne the perilous bayted hooke and vse a further sight As do the mouse the birde the fish by samply fitly show That wily wits and ginnes of men do worke the simples wo So simple sithe we are and you so suttle be God help the Mouse the birde the fish vs your sleightes to ●●e The louer complaineth his fault that with vngentle writing had displeased his lady AH loue how waiward is his wit what pāges do perce his brest Whom thou to wait vpon thy will hast reued of his rest The light the darke the sunne the mone the day eke the night His dayly dieng life him self he hateth in despight Sith furst he light to looke on her that holdeth him in thrall His mouing eyen his moued wit he curseth hart and all From hungry hope to pining feare eche hap doth hurle his hart From panges of plaint to fits of fume from aking into smart Eche moment so doth change his ch●re not with recourse of ease But with sere sortes of sorrowes still he worketh as the seas That turning windes not calme returnde rule in vnruly wise As if their holdes of hilles vphurld they brasten out to rise And puffe away the power that is vnto their king assignde To pay that sithe their prisonment they deme to be behinde So doth the passions long represt within the wofull wight Breake downe the banks of all his wits out they gushen quite To rere vp rores now they be free from reasons rule and stay And h●dlong hales thunruled race his quiet quite away No measure hath he of his ruth no reason in his rage No bottom groūd where stayes his grief thus weares away his age In wishing wants in wayling woes Death doth he dayly call To bring release when of relief he seeth no hope at all Thence comes that oft in depe despeire to rise to better state On heauen and heauenly lampes he layeth the faute of al his fate On God and Gods decreed dome cryeth out with cursing breath Eche thing that gaue and saues him life he damneth of his death The wōbe him bare y e brests he suckt ech star y t with their might Their secret succour brought to bring the wretch to worldly light Yea that to his soules perile is most haynous harme of all And craues the cruellest reuenge that may to man befall Her he blasphemes in whom it lieth in present as she please To dampne him downe to depth of hell or plant in heauens case Such rage constrainde my strained hart to guide thunhappy hand That sent vnsitting blots to her on whom my life doth stand But graunt O God that he for them may beare the worthy blame Whom I do in my depe distresse finde guilty of the same Euen that blinde boy that blindly guides the fautles to their fall That laughes when they lament that he hath throwen into thral Or Lord saue louring lookes of her what penance els thou please So her contented will be wonne I count it all mine ease And thou on whō doth hang my will with hart with soul care With life and all that life may haue of well or euell fare Graunt grace to him that grates therfore with sea of saltish brine By extreme heat of boylyng brest distilled through his eyen And with thy fancy render thou my self to me againe That dayly then we duely may employ a painelesse paine To yelde and take the ioyfull frutes that ●erty loue doth lend● To them that meane by honest meanes to come to happy end The louer wounded of Cupide wisheth he had rather ben st●●ken by death THe blinded boy that bendes the bow To make with dint of double wound The stowtest state to stoupe and know The cruell craft that I haue found With death I would had chopt a change To ●orow as by bargain made Ech others shaft when he did range With restlesse rouyng to inuade Thunthralled mindes of simple wightes Whose giltlesse ghostes deserued not To fele such fall of their delightes Such panges as I haue past God wot Then both in new vnwonted wise Should death deserue a better name Not as tofore hath bene his guise Of crueltie to beare the blame But contrary be counted kinde In lendyng life and sparyng space For sicke to rise and seke to finde A way to wish their weary race To draw to some desired end Their long and lothed life to rid And so to fele how like a frend Before the bargain made he did And loue should either bring againe To wounded wightes their owne desire A welcome end of pinyng payne As doth their cause of ruthe require Or when he meanes the quiet man A harme to hasten him to grefe A better dede he should do then With borrowd dart to geue relefe That both the sicke well demen may He brought me rightly my request And eke the other sort may say He wrought me truely for the best So had not fancy forced me To beare a brun● of greater wo Then leauing such a life may be The ground where onely grefes do grow Unlucky likyng linkt my hart In forged hope and forced feare That oft I wisht the other dart Had rather perced me as neare A fayned trust constrayned care Most loth to lack most hard to finde In sunder so my iudgement tare That quite was quiet out of minde Absent in absence of mine ease Present in presence of my paine The woes of want did much displease The sighes I sought did greue againe Oft grefe that boyled in my brest Hath fraught my face with saltish teares● Pronouncyng proues of mine vnrest Whereby my passed paine appeares My sighes full often haue supplied That faine with wordes I wold haue said My voice was stopt my tong was tyed My wits with wo were ouerwayd With tremblyng soule and humble chere● Oft grated I for graunt of grace On hope that bounty might be there Where beauty had so pight her place At length I found that I did fere How I had labourde all to losse My self had ben the carpenter That framed me the cruell crosse Of this to come if dout alone Though bl●nt with trust of better spede So oft hath moued my minde to mone So oft hath made my hart to blede What shall I say of it in dede Now hope is gone mine olde