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A18592	The anuals [sic] of great Brittaine. Or, A most excellent monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this kingdome, to the satisfac ion both of the vniuersities, or any other place stirred with emulation of long continuance. Excellently figured out in a worthy poem.; Loves martyr	Chester, Robert, 1566-1640.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. aut; Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. aut; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. aut; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. aut	1611 (1611)	STC 5120; ESTC S116061	77,656	191

Phoenix O London I haue heard thee honoured And thy names Glorie rais'd to good intent Lawes Councell chamber in thy wals is bred The school● of Knowledge and Experiment Wise Senators to gouerne thee is lent All things to beautifie a Royall Throne Where Scarsitie and Dea●th did neuer grone Nature Leaue off thy Praises till we haue more leasure And to beguile the wearie lingring Day Whose long-drawne Howers do tire vs out of measure Our cunning in Loue-songs let vs assay And paint our Pleasure as some good Array I will beginne my cunning for to tast And your Experience we will try at last Here Nature singeth to this dittie following WHat is Loue but a toy To beguile mens Senses What is Cupid but a boy Boy to cause expences A toy that brings to fooles oppressed thrall A boy whose folly makes a number fall What is Loue but a child Child of little substance Making Apes to be wild And their pride to aduance A child that loues with guegawes to be toying And with thinne shadowes alwaies to be playing Loue is sweete wherein sweete In fading pleasures wanton toyes Loue a Lord and yet meete To crosse mens humours with annoyes A bitter pleasure pleasing for a while A Lord is Loue that doth mans thoughts beguile O sing no more you do forget your Theame And haue prophan'd the sacred name of Loue You dip your tongue in an vnwholsome Streame And from the golden Truth your notes remoue In my harsh Dittie I will all reproue And vnaccustom'd I will trie my skill To pleasure you and to confute your will The Phoenix her Song to the Dittie before O Holy Loue religious Saint Mans onely hony-tasting Pleasure Thy glory learning cannot paint For thou art all our wordly Treasure Thou art the Treasure Treasure of the soule That great celestiall powers dost controule What greater blisse then to embrace The perfect patterne of Delight Whose heart-enchaunting Eye doth chase A●l stormes of sorow from mans sight Pleasure Delight Wealth and earth-ioyes do lye In Venus bosome bosome of pure beautie That mind that tasteth perfect Loue Is farre remoted from annoy Cupid that God doth sit aboue That tips his Arrowes all with ioy And this makes Poets in their Verse to sing Loue is a holy holy holy thing Nature O voice Angelicall O heauenly song The golden praise of Loue that thou hast made Deliuerd from thy sweete smoothd honied tong Commaunds Loue selfe to lye within a shade And yeeld thee all the Pleasures may be had Thy sweete melodious voice hath beautifide And guilded Loues rich amours in her pride Phoenix Enough enough Loue is a holy thing A power deuine deuine maiesticall In shallow witted braines as you did sing It cares not for the force materiall And low-borne Swaines it nought respects at all She builds her Bower in none but noble minds And there due adoration still she finds Nature Stay Phoenix stay the euening Starre drawes nie And Phoebus he is parted from our sight And with this Wagon mounted in the Skie Affoording passage to the gloomie night That doth the way-fa●ing Passenger affright And we are set on foote neere to that I le In whose deepe bottome plaines Delight doth smile Pho●●ix O what a muskie sent the ayre doth cast As if the Gods perfum'd it with sweete Myrthe O how my bloud 's inspired and doth taste An alteration in my ioynts to stirre As if the good did with the bad conferre The ayre doth moue my Spirites purge my Sence And in my body doth new warre commence Looke round about behold you fruitfull Plaine Behold their meadow plots and pasture ground Behold their chrystall Riuers runne amaine Into the vaste huge Seas deuouring sound And in her bowels all her filth is found It vomiteth by vertue all corruption Into that wa●rie plaine of desolation And while the day giues light vnto our eies Be thou attentiue and I will relate The glorie of the plaines that thou descri'st Whose fertill bounds farre doth extenuate Where Mars and Venus arme in arme haue sate Of plants of hearbs and of high springing trees Of sweete delicious sauors and of Bees In this delightsome countrey there doth grow The Mandrake cald in Greeke Mandragora● Some of his vertues if you looke to know The iuyce that freshly from the roote doth passe Purgeth all fleame like blacke Helleborus T is good for paine engendred in the eies By wine made of the roote doth sleepe arise There 's Yellow Crowbels and the Daphadill Good Harry herbe Robert and white Cotula Adders grasse Eglantine and Aphodill Agnus Castus and Acatia The Blacke Arke-angell Coloquintida Sweete Sugar Canes Sinkefoile and boies Mercurie Goosefoote Goldsnap and good Gratia Dei. Mosse of the Sea and yellow Succorie Sweete Trefoile Weedwind the wholesome Wormewood Muskmealons Moustaile and Mercurie The dead Arkeangell that for wennes is good The Souldiers perrow and great Southernewood Stone hearts tongue Blessed thistle and Sea Trifoly Our Ladies cushion and Spaines Pellitorie 〈◊〉 No doubt this Clymate where as these remaine The women and the men are fam'd for faire Here neede they not of aches to complaine For Phisickes skill growes here without compare All herbes and plants within this Region are But by the way sweete Nature as you go Of Agnus Castus speake a word or two Nature That shall I briefly it is the very handmaid To Vesta or to perfect Chastitie The hot inflamed spirite is allaid By this sweete herbe that bends to Luxury It drieth vp the seede of Venerie The leaues being laid vpon the sleepers bed With chastnesse cleannesse purenesse he is fed Burne me the leaues and straw then on the ground Whereas foule venemous Serpents vse to haunt And by this vertue here they are not found Their operation doth such creatures daunt It causeth them from thence for to auant If thou be stung with Serpents great or lesse Drinke but the seede and thou shalt find redresse But to proceed here 's Clary or Cleare-eie Calues snout Cukoe flowers and the Cuckoes meate Calathian Violets Dandelion and the Dewberrie Leopards foote and g●eene Spinage which we vse to eate And the hot Indian Sunne procuring heate Great wild Valerian and the Withie wind The water Cresses or ague-curing Woodbind There 's Foxgloue Forget me not and Coliander Galingal Goldcups and Buprestis Small honesties Eye-bright and Coculus Panter Double tongue Moly and the bright Anthillis Smelling Clauer and Aethiopis Floramore Euphorbium and Esula White Bulbus violet and Cassia fistula Phoenix But by the way sweete Nature tell me this Is this the Moly that is excellent For strong enchauntments and the Adders hisse Is this the Moly that Mercurius sent To wise Vlysses when he did preuent The witchcraft and foule Circes damned charmes That would haue compast him with twentie harmes Nature This is the Moly growing in this land That was reueal'd by cunning Mercurie To grea● Vlysses making him withstand The hand of Circes fatall sorcerie That would haue

wrinckled with disdaine 19. O let me heare from thee my deare O tongue thou hast blasphem'd thy holy Goddesse Let me do penance for offending thee Me do thou blame for my forgetfulnesse Heare my submission thou wilt succor me From thy harts closet commeth gentlenesse Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency My hart is sorrie and I le bite my tongue Deare that to thee to thee I offred wrong 20. My Phoenix rare is all my care My life my hart my thoughts I dedicate to thee Phoenix of all beauty Rare things in hart of thee I meditate Is it not time I come to shew my duty All fauors vnto thee I consecrate My goods my lands my selfe and all is thine Care those that list so thou faire bird be mine 21. I would I might be thy delight I wish for things would they might take effect Would they might end and we enioy our pleasure I vow I would not proffred time neglect Might I but gather such vnlook't for treasure Be all things enuious I would the respect Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule Delight matcht with delight doth me controule 22. If I you haue none else I craue If adoration euer were created I am a Maister of that holy Art You my aduotrix whom I haue admired Haue of my true deuotion bore a part None but your selfe may here be nominated Else would my tongue my true obedience thwart I cannot flatter Loue will not allow it Craue thou my hart on thee I will bestow it 23. Be you to me as I to thee Bee the poore Bee sucke hony from the flower You haue a spacious odoriferous field To tast all moysture where in sweet Floras bower Me shall you find submissiuely to yeeld As a poore Captiue looking for the hower I may haue gracious lookes else am I kild To dye by you were l●fe and yet thy shame Thee would the wide world hate ●y ●olly blame 24. You are the first in whom I trust You in your bosome hauing plac'd a light Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night First to the shore where I may set my feet In safegard void of Dangers cruell spight Whom in disgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet I muster vp my spirits and they flie Trust of thy faith controules mine enemie 25. You are the last my loue shall taste You standing on the tower of hope and feare Are timerous of selfe-will foolishnesse The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare Last can it not t is womans peeuishnesse My kind affections can it not forbeare Loue tels me that t is bred in idlenesse Shall such occasion hinder thee or me Taste first the fruit and then commend the tree 26. If you I had I should be glad If the Sunne shine the haruest man is glad You are my Sunne my dayes delight some Queene I am your haruest laborer almost mad Had I not my glorious commet seene I wish that I might sit within thy shade Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade Be not Narcissus but be alwaies kind Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldst find 27. Though place be far my heart is nar Though thou my Doue from me be separated Place nor the distance shall not hinder me Be constant for a while thou maist be thwarted Far am I not I le come to succour thee My heart and thine my sweet shall nere be parted Heart made of loue and true simplicitie Is not Loue lawlesse full of powerfull might Nar to my heart that still with Loue doth fight 28. My thoughts are dead cause thou art sped My inward Muse can sing of nought but Loue Thoughts are his Heralds flying to my breast Are entertained if they thence remoue Dead shall their master be and in vnrest Cause all the world thy hatred to reproue Thou art that All-in-all that I loue best Art thou then cruell no thou canst not be Sped with so foule a fi●nd as Crueltie 29. I send my heart to thee where gladly I would be I of all other am faire Venus thrall Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall Heart of my heart and soules felicitie To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified Thee aboue all things haue I deified Where is Affections fled to Enuies cau● Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie I from ●oul● bondage will my Phoenix saue Would she in loue require my courtesie Be louing as thou art faire else shall I sing Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing 30. If you me iust haue knowne Then take me for your owne If you be faire why should you be vnkind You haue no perfect reason for the s●●e Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find Iust measure at my hands but you to blame Haue from the deepest closet of your heart Knowne my pure thoughts and yet I pine in smart Then in the deepest measure of pure loue Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue For in my bosomes chamber I enroule Your deepe loue-darting eie and still will be Owne of your owne despight extremitie 31. My heart I send to be your friend My deare soules comfort and my hopes true solace Heart of my heart and my liues secret ioy I in conceit do thy sweete selfe embrace Send cloudie exhalations cleane away To the blind mistie North there for to stay Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place Your armes the circling folds that shall enclose me Friend me with this and thou shalt neuer lose me 32. I haue no loue but you my Doue I pine in sadnesse and in sad songs singing Haue spent my time my ditties harsh and ill No sight but thy faire sight would I be seeing Loue in my bosome keepes his castle still But being disseuered I sit alwayes pining You do procure me Niobes cup to fill My dutie yet remembred I dare proue Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue 34. I will not change though some be strange I cannot stir one foote from Venus gate Will you come sit and beare me company Not one but you can make me fortunate Change when thou wilt it is but cruelty Though vnto women it is giuen by fate Some gentle minds these ranging thoughts do hates Be thou of that mind else I will conclude Strange hast thou