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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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1596
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STC 17091; ESTC S109750
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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