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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17454	Alcilia Philoparthens louing folly. To which is added Pigmalions image. With the loue of Amos and Laura. And also epigrammes by Sir I.H. and others. Neuer before imprinted.	I. C.; Chalkhill, John, fl. 1600, attributed name.; Clapham, John, b. 1566, attributed name.; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. Metamorphosis of Pigmalions image. Selections.; Page, Samuel, 1574-1630.; Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.	1613 (1613)	STC 4275; ESTC S104856	30,908	102

Hart. VVhere retchlesse Boy he let the Arrow sticke VVhere I as one amazed senselesse stood The hurt was great yet seemed but a pricke The wound was deepe and yet appear'd no bloud But inwardly it bleedes Proofe teacheth this VVhen wounds doe so the danger greater is Pausing a while and grieued with my wound I look'd about expecting some reliefe Small hope of helpe no ease of paine I found Like all at once to perish in my griefe VVhen hastily I plucked forth the Dart. But left the head fast fixed in my Hart. Fast fixed in my Hart I left the head From whence I doubt it will not be remoued Ah what vnluckie chance that way me lead O Loue thy force thou might'st else-where haue proued And shew'd thy power where thou art not obey'd The Conquest 's small where no resist is made But nought alas auayles it to complaine I rest resolu'd with Patience to endure The Fire being once disperst through euery veyne It is too late to hope for present cure Now Philoparthen must new follyes proue And learne a little what it is to loue These Sonnets following were written by the Author who giueth himselfe this fained name of Philoparthen as his accidentall attribute at diuers times and vpon diuers occasions and therefore in the forme and matter they differ and sometimes are quite contrary one to another considering the nature and qualitie of LOVE which is a Passion full of varietie and contrarietie in it selfe I. VNhappy Eyes that first my Heart betraid Had you not seene my griefe had not bin such And yet how may I iustly you vpbraid Since what I saw delighted me so much But hence alas proceedeth all my smart Vnhappie Eyes that first betray'd my Hart. II. To seeke aduentures as Fate hath assign'd My slender Barke now flotes vpon the Maine Each troubled thought an Oare each sigh a winde VVhos 's often puffes haue rent my Sayles in twaine LOVE steeres the Boat which for that sight he lacks Is still in danger of tenne thousand wracks III. VVhat sodaine chance hath chang'd my wonted VVhich makes me other then I seeme to be chear My dayes of ioy that once were bright and cleare Are turn'd to night my mirth to miserie Ah well I weene that somewhat is amisse But sooth to say I know not what it is IIII. VVhat am I dead Then could I feele no smart But still in me the sense of griefe reuiueth Am I aliue Ah no I haue no heart For she that hath it me of life depriueth Oh that she would restore my heart againe Or giue mee hers to counteruayle my paine V. If it be LOVE to waste long houres in griefe If it be LOVE to wish and not obtaine If it be LOVE to pine without reliefe If it be LOVE to hope and neuer gaine Then may you thinke that he hath truely lou'd VVho for your sake all this and more haue prou'd VI. If ought that in mine Eyes haue done amisse Let them receiue deserued punishment For so the perfect rule of Iustice is Each for his owne deedes should be prais'd or shent Then doubtlesse it is both 'gainst Law and sence My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes offence VII I am not sicke and yet I am not sound I eate and sleepe and yet me thinkes I thriue not I sport and laugh and yet my griefes abound I am not dead and yet me thinkes I liue not What vncouth cause hath these strange passions bred To make at once sicke sound aliue and dead VIII Some thing I want but what I cannot say O now I know it is my selfe I want My Loue with her hath tane my Heart away Yea Heart and all and left me very scant Such power hath LOVE nought but LOVE alone To make diuided Creatures liue in one IX Philo. Come gentle Death strike me with thy dart Life is but loathsome to a man opprest Death How can I kill thee when thou hast no heart That which thou hadst is in anothers breast Philo. Then must I liue and languish still in paine Death Yea till thy Loue restore thy heart againe X. VVere Loue a fire my teares might quench it lightly Or were it water my hot heart might dry it If Ayre then might it passe away more slightly Or were it Earth the world would soone descry it If Fire nor VVater Ayre nor Earth it be VVhat then is it that thus tormenteth me XI To paint her outward shape and gifts of minde It doth exceed my wit and cunning farre She hath no fault but that she is vnkinde All other parts in her so compleate are That who to view them thoughly would deuise Must haue his body nothing else but Eyes XII Faire is my Loue whose parts are so well framed By Natures speciall order and direction That shee her selfe is more then halfe ashamed In hauing made a worke of such perfection And well may Nature blush at such a feature Seeing her selfe excelled in her creature XIII Her bodie is straight slender and vpright Her visage comely and her lookes demure Mixt with a chearfull grace that yeelds delight Her eyes like starres bright shining cleare and pure VVhich I describing Loue bids stay my pen And sayes it 's not a worke for mortall men XIIII The auncient Poets write of Graces three VVhich meeting altogether in one Creature In all points perfect make the same to bee For inward vertues and for outward feature But smile Alcilia and the world shall see That in thine eyes an hundred graces bee XV. As Loue had drawne his Bow ready to shoote Ayming at me with resolute intent Straight Bow and Shaft he cast downe at his foote And said why needlesse should one Shaft be spent I le spare it then and now it shall suffice In stead of Shafts to vse Alciliaes eyes XVI Blush not my Loue for feare least Phoebus spie VVhich if he doe then doubtlesse he vvill say Thou seek'st to dim his clearnesse with thine eye That clearnesse which from East brings gladsome day But most of all least Ioue should see I dread And take thee vp to heauen like Ganymede XVII Philo. VVhat is the cause Alcilia is displeased Lo. Because she wants that which shold most content her Phil. O did I know it soone should she be eased Loue. Perhaps thou dost and that doth most torment her Phil. Yet let her aske what she desires to haue Loue. Gesse by thy selfe for maidens must not craue XVIII My Loue by chance her tender finger pricked As in the darke I striued for a kisse VVhose bloud I seeing offerd to haue licked But halfe in anger she refused this O that she knew the difference of the smart Twixt her prick'd finger and my wounded hart XIX Philo. I pray the tell what makes my hart to tremble VVhen on a sodaine I Alcilia spye Loue. Because thy heart cannot thy ioy dissemble Thy life and death are both lodg'd in her eye Phil. Dost thou not her with self-same passion