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Diella certaine sonnets, adioyned to the amorous poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura. By R.L. Gentleman.
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Linche, Richard.
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Diella Certaine Sonnets adioyned to the amorous Poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura ⸪ By R. L. Gentleman Ben balla á chi fortuna suona AT LONDON Printed for Henry Olney and are to be sold at his shop in Fleetstreete neer the Middle-temple gate 1596. TO THE MOST worthily honoured and vertuous beautified Lady the Ladie Anne Glemnham wife to the most noble magnanimious and woorthy Knight Sir Henry Glemnham c. MAdam your many honourable vertues hauing tyed mee to your eternall seruice to shevve some part of my dutie I present your Ladiship with a fewe passionate Sonnets intermingled vvith the loues of Dom Diego and Gineura Daine gentle Lady to accept them and therein shew the greatnesse of your benignitie in receiuing curteouslie a gift of so smal worth which though it cannot any wayes equall eyther the number of your vertues or the greatnes of that noble house whence your Ladiship is discended impute it not Madam to my defect of iudgement but of Fortune for were I furnished with the greatest riches that blind Goddesse could bestow on a man of my state both they and I woulde fall prostrate at your feete and euer rest at your Ladiships deuotion yet Madam as it is it is a chylde of the Muses therfore worthy to be cherrished conceiued in the braine of a gallant Gentleman therefore to be fauoured sent into the worlde by mee who haue euer honoured your Ladyshyp and therefore craue of your Ladiship to bee protected to whom I euer vvishe long life lengthened with all honorable happines Your Ladiships in all dutie Henry Olney Sonnet I. WHen first the feather'd God did strike my hart with fatall and ymedicable wound Leauing behind the head of his fell dart my bloodlesse body fell vnto the ground And when with shame I reinforc'd my might boldly to gaze on her so heauenly face Huge flames of fire she darted from her light which since haue scorcht me in most pitious case To quench which heate an Ocean of teares haue gushed out from forth my red-swolne eyes But deep-fetch'd sighes this raging flame vpreares and blowes the sparkes vp to the purple skies Whereat the Gods afraid that heauen should burne Intreated Loue that I for e're might mourne Sonnet II. SOone as the Azur-color'd Gates of th' East were set wide open by the watchful Morne I walkt abroad as hauing tooke no rest for nights are tedious to a man forlorne And viewing well each pearle-bedewed flower then waxing dry by splendour of the sunne All scarled-hew'd I saw him gin to lower and blush as though some haynous act were don At this amaz'd I hy'de me home amaine thinking that I his anger caused had And at his set abroad I walkt againe when loe the Moone lookt wondrous pale and sad Anger the one and enuie mou'd the other To see my loue more faire then Loues faire mother Sonnet III. SWift-footed Time looke back here mark well those rare-shapt parts my pen shal now declare My mistres snow-white skinne doth much excell the pure-soft woll Arcadyan sheepe doe beare Her hayre exceedes gold forc'd in smallest wyre in smaller threds then those Arachne spun Her eyes are christall fountaines yet dart fire more glorious to behold then Mid-day sun Her Iuory front though soft as purest silke lookes like the table of Olympick Ioue Her cheekes are like ripe cherries layd in milke her Alablaster neck the throne of Loue Her other parts so farre excell the rest That wanting words they cannot be exprest Sonnet IIII. WHat sugred termes what all-perswading arte what sweet mellifluous words what woūding lookes Loue vsd for his admittance to my hart such eloquence was neuer read in bookes He promisd pleasure rest and endlesse ioy fruition of the fairest shee aliue His pleasure paine rest trouble ioy annoy haue I since found which me of blisse depriue The Troian horse thus haue I now let in wherein inclosd these armed men were plac'd Bright eyes faire cheekes sweet lips milk-white skin these foes my life haue ouerthrown raz'd Faire outward shewes proue inwardly the worst Loue looketh faire but Louers are accurst Sonnet V. THE little Archer viewing well my loue stone-still amaz'd admired such a sight And swore he knew none such to dwell aboue though many faire none so conspicuous bright With that inrag'd flamigerous as he is he now gan loathe his Psiches louely face And swore great other to rob me of my blisse saying that earth for her was too too base But Cytherea checkt her lordly sonne commaunding him to bring no giglet thether Fearing indeed her amorous sports were done with hote-spur Mars if hee should once but see her If then her beauty moue the Gods aboue Let all men iudge if I haue cause to loue Sonnet VI. MIrror of beautie Natures fairest chyld Empresse of loue my harts high-prized Iewell Learne of the Doue to loue and to be milde be not to him that honors thee so cruell But as the Aspe deafe angry nothing meeke thou wilt not listen to my dolefull plaint Nor once wilt looke on my discolored cheeke which wanting blood causeth me oft to faint Then silent will I be if that will please thee yet so as in my stead each Plaine each Hill Shall eccho forth my griefe and thereby case mee for I my selfe of speaking haue my fill If Plaines and Hills be silent in my paine My death shall speake and tell what I sustaine Sonnet VII WHē Loue had first besieg'd my harts strong wal rampaird and countermur'd with chastitie And had with Ordnance made his tops to fall stouping their glory to his surquedry I call'd a parley and withall did craue some composition or some friendly peace To this request he his consent soone gaue as seeming glad such cruell warrs should cease I nought mistrusting opened all the gates yea lodg'd him in the Pallace of my hart VVhen loe in dead of night he seekes his mates and shewes each Traytor how to play his part VVith that they fir'de my hart and thence gan flie Their names Sweet smiles Faire face piercing Eye Sonnet VIII LIke to a Faulcon watching for a flight duly attending his desired game Haue I oft watcht and markt to haue a sight of thy faire face exceeding niggard Fame Thyne eyes those Semynaries of my griefe haue been more gladsome to my tyred spright Then naked sauadges receiue reliefe by comfort-bringing warmth of Phoebus light But when each part so glorious I had seene I trembled more then Autumnes parched leaues Mine eyes were greedy whirlepooles sucking in that heauenly faire which me of rest bereaues Then as thy beauty thus hath conquerd mee Faire let relenting pitty conquer thee Sonnet IX BLot not thy beautie fairest yet vnkinde with cruell vsage of a yeelding hart The stoutest Captaine scornes such bloody minde then mingle mercy where thou causedst smart Let him not die in his May-springing dayes that liuing vowes to honour thee for euer Shine forth some pitty from
fishes lyue in th' Ocean What colour'd flowers doe grow in Tempes field how many houres are since the world began Let him none else gyue iudgement of my griefe let him declare the beauties of my Loue And hee will say my paines passe all reliefe and hee will iudge her for a Saint aboue But as those things ther 's no man can vnfolde So nor her faire nor my griefe may be tolde Sonnet XXXIII THinking to close my ouer-watched eyes and stop the sluce of their vncessant flowing I layd me downe when each one gan to rise new-risen Sol his flame like coūt'nance shewing But griefe though drowsie euer yet neuer sleepes but still admits fresh entercourse of thought Duly the passage of each houre he keepes nor would he suffer me with sleepe be caught Some broken slumbers Morpheus had lent who greatly pittied my want of rest Whereat my hart a thousand thanks him sent and vow'd to serue him he was ready prest Let restlesse nights daies howres doe their spight I le loue her still and loue for me shall fight Sonnet XXXIIII WHY should a Maydens hart be of that proofe as to resist the sharpe-point'd darte of loue My Mistres eye kills strongest man aloofe mee thinks he 's weak that cannot quaile a Doue A louely Doue so faire and so diuine able to make what Cynick so e're liueth Vpon his knees to beg of her bright eyne one smiling looke which life frō death reuiueth The frozen hart of cold Zenocrates had beene dissolued into hote desire Had Phryne cast such sun-beames from her eyes such eyes are cause that my hart flames in fire And yet with patience I must take my woe In that my deerest loue will haue it so Sonnet XXXV ENd thys enchauntment Loue of my desires let me no longer languish for thy loue Ioy not to see mee thus consume in fires but let my cruell paines thy hard hart moue And now at last with pittifull regard eye me thy Louer lorne for lack of thee VVhich dying liues in hope of sweet reward which hate hath hetherto with-held from me Constant haue I been still in fancie fast ordayn'd by heauens to dote vpon thy faire Nor will I e're so long as life shall last say any's fairer breathing vitall ayre But when the Ocean sands shall lye vnwet Then shal my soule to loue thee Deere forget Sonnet XXXVI LOng did I wish before I could attaine the lookt for sight I so desir'd to see Too soone at last I saw what bred my baine and euer since hath sore tormented mee I sawe her selfe whom had I neuer seene my wealth of blisse had not been turn'd to baile Greedy regard of her my harts sole Queene hath chang'd my sommers sun to winters haile How oft haue I since that first fatall howre beheld her all-faire shape with begging eye Till shee vnkind hath kild me with a lowre and bad my humble-suing lookes looke by O pitty mee faire Loue and highest fame Shall blazed be in honour of thy name Sonnet XXXVII DID I not loue her as a Louer ought with purest zeale and faithfulnes of hart Then shee had cause to set my loue at nought and I had well deseru'd to feele this smart But holding her so deerely as I doe as a rare Iewell of most high esteeme Shee most vnkindly wounds and kills me so my nere-stain'd troth most causeles to misdeeme Neuer did one account of woman more then I of her nor euer woman yet Respected lesse or held in lesser store her Louers vowes then shee by mine doth set VVhat resteth then but I dispaire and die That so my death may glut her ruthlesse eye Sonnet XXXVIII HArken awhile Diella to a storie that tells of beauty loue and great disdaine The last causd by suspect but shee was sorry that tooke that cause true loue so much to paine For when she knew his faith to be vnfained spotles sincere most true and pure vnto her Shee ioy'd as if a kingdome shee had gained and lou'd him now as when he first did woo her I nere incurd suspition of my truth fairest Diella why wilt thou be cruell Impose some end to vndeserued ruth and learne by others how to quench hates fuell Reade all my Deere but chiefly marke the end And be to mee as shee to him a friend THE LOVE OF DOM Diego and Gyneura IN Catheloygne o'repeerd by Pyren Mountaines a Prouince seated in the East of Spaine Famous for hunting sports cleerest fountains a young heroyck gallant did remaine Hee Signior Dom Diego had to name Who for his constant faith had got such fame Nature had tryde her deepest skill on him for so the heauen-borne powers had her desired With such perfection framed shee each lim that at her owne worke shee herselfe admired Maiestick Ioue gaue him a Princely grace Apollo wit and Venus gaue his face This loue-some youth kinde Natures fairest child what for his beautious loue-alluring face And for he was so gracious and so milde was deem'd of all to be of heauenly race Men honord him and Maydens gaue him loue To make him famous Men and Maydens stroue Hunting he lou'd nor did he scorne to loue a truer-louing hart was neuer knowne Which well his Mistres cruelly did proue whose causelesse rigor Fame abroad hath blowne But now le ts tell how hee on hunting went And in what sports such pleasant time he spent Soone as the sunne had left his watry bed blushing for shame that he so long had slept Reuiuing those which duskie Night made dead when for his welcom Lambes on mountains lept Vp starts Diego and with shrill-voyc'd horne Tells hounds huntsmen of a cleere-fac'd morne Cloth'd all in Greene Syluanus lyuery he wore a low-crown'd hat of finest silke Whose brim turnd vp was fastned with a Ruby and vnderneath a Pearle as white as milke A sleeueles coate of Damaske richly laced With Indian pearle as thicke as could be placed A glistring Cutlax pendent by his side he much esteem'd the beast-dismembring blade And halfe-leg'd Buskins curiously ytide with loopes of burnisht gold full finely made Thus goes Diego chiefest of his name With siluer-headed speare to finde some game Long while it was ere any sport began at last a Hart his big-growne hornes did shew VVhich winding straight the huntsmen gan to run as fast as arrow from a Parthyan bow In whose purfute by wil of powreful Fates Diego lost himselfe and all his mates Left thus alone in midst of vnknowne place he inuocates the fauourable ayde Of Ariadne who with smalest lace freed Monster-killing Theseus so dismaid In worser Laborinth did he now remaine For none saue trees or beasts could heare him plain In these Meanders stragling heere and there goes faire Diego listning to each sound Musing twixt purple hope and palish feare he thought to rest him wearied on the ground But see he heares a farre some forced noyse A horne a hound or els some human voyce VVith that Desire which scornes