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A11254	The phoenix nest Built vp with the most rare and refined workes of noble men, woorthy knights, gallant gentlemen, masters of arts, and braue schollers. Full of varietie, excellent inuention, and singular delight. Neuer before this time published. Set foorth by R.S. of the Inner Temple Gentleman.	R. S., of the Inner Temple.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.	1593 (1593)	STC 21516; ESTC S101929	50,100	122

perfections flowe Deignes not the thought of things that are so lowe To striue to alter his desires were vaine Whose vowed hart affects no other place The which since you despise I doe disdaine To count it mine as erst before it was For that is mine which you alone alow As I am yours and onely liue for you Now if I him forsake and he not finde His wretched exile succord by your eies He can not yeeld to serue anothers minde Nor liue alone for nature that denies Then die he must for other choise is none But liue in you or me or die alone Whose haples death when Fame abroad hath blowne Blame and reproch procures vnto vs both I as vnkinde forsaking so mine owne But you much more from whom the rigour groweth And so much more will your dishonor be By how much more it loued you than me Sweete Ladie then the harts misfortune rue Whose loue and seruice euermore was true SEeing those eies that with the Sun contendeth For maiestie of light and excellence A quickning pleasure secretly descendeth Into my hart by subtill influence Not seeing them horror my blisse depriueth And I as one by publike lawe conuicted Whom rigorouslie the hedsman onward driueth To shamefull death most heauily afflicted I onely liue when I behold your shining Bright stars rare lights sweete authors of my gladnes Absent from you my hart in sorrow pining Doth feede on teares on anguish griefe and sadnes Then maruell not if I desire accesse Vnto the fountaine of my happines TO shun the death my rare and chosen Iuell That couertly within your eies soiourneth I flie and flying feele the fire more cruell Wherewith offended loue my spirits burneth A death most painfull and the paine more bitter Then I returne resolued in opinion Since I must die neere or farre of tys fitter To end my life within hir eies dominion O then displaie faire Eies your influence That I into the deeper flames ascending Fall soone to ashes by hir excellence And better be contented with my ending And all remooued that my quiet hinders Rake vp both loue and life within those cinders OF all the woes my pensiue hart endureth It greeues me most when I my sorrowes frame I knowe not what this wretchednes procureth Nor whereupon I am to cast the blame The fault is not in hir for well I see I am vnworthy of hir grace in this Nor yet in loue who hath vouchsafed me To knowe within this life so rare a blisse To grieue me of my sight then comes to minde As head and author of my haples woes But better afterward aduisde I finde That onely from hir lookes all sweetnes floes And when iust cause of sorrowing doth faile I waile in fine bicause I cannot waile DIuide my times and rate my wretched howres From day to month from month to many yeeres And then compare my sweetest to my sowres To see which more in equall view appeeres And iudge if for my daies and yeeres of care I haue but howres of comfort to compare Iust and not much it were in these extreemes So hard a touch and torment of the thought For any minde that any right esteemes To yeeld so small delite so deerely bought But he that liues but in his owne despite Is not to finde his fortune by his right The life that still runs forth hir wearie waies With sowre to sawce the dainties of delite And care to choake the pleasure of hir daies And no rewarde those many wrongs to quite No blame to holde such irksome time in hate As but to losse prolongs a wretched state And so I loath euen to behold the light That shines without all pleasure to mine eies With greedie wish I wait still for the night Yet neither this I finde that may suffice Not that I holde the day in more delight But that alike I loath both day and night The day I see yeelds but increase to care The night that should by nature serue to rest Against hir kinde denies such ease to spare As pitie would affoord the soule opprest And broken sleepes oft times present in sight A dreaming wish beguild with false delight The sleepe or else what so for sweete appeeres Is vnto me but pleasure in despite The flowre of age the name of yonger yeeres Doe but vsurpe the title of delite For carefull thought and sorow sundry waies Consumes my youth before my aged daies The touch the sting the torment of desire To striue beyond the compas of restraint Kept from the reach whereto it would aspire Giues cause God knowes too iust to my complaint Besides the wrongs which now with my distresse My meaning is in silence to suppresse Oft with my selfe I enter in deuice To reconcile these wearie thoughts to peace I treat for truce I flatter and entice My wrangling wits to worke for their release But all in vaine I seeke the meanes to finde That might appease the discord of my minde For when I force a fained mirth in shoe And would forget and so beguile my greefe I cannot rid my selfe of sorow so Altho I feede vpon a false beleefe For inward touch of vncontented minde Returns my cares by course vnto their kinde Wainde from my will and thus by triall taught How for to holde all fortune in regard Though heere I boast a knowledge deerely bought Yet this poore gaine I reape for my reward I learne hereby to harden and prepare A readie minde for all assaults of care Whereto as one euen from my cradle borne And not to looke for better to ensue I yeeld my selfe and wish these times outworne That but remaine my torments to renue And leaue to those these daies of my despite Whose better hap may liue to more delite A description of Loue. NOw what is Loue I praie thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sauncing bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is Loue as I heare tell Yet what is Loue I praie thee saie It is a worke on holie daie It is December matcht with Maie When lustie blouds in fresh araie Heare ten months after of the plaie And this is Loue as I heare saie Yet what is Loue I praie thee saine It is a Sunshine mixt with raine It is a tooth ache or like paine It is a game where none doth gaine The Lasse saith no and would full faine And this is Loue as I heare saine Yet what is Loue I pray thee say It is a yea it is a nay A pretie kinde of sporting fray It is a thing will soone away Then take the vantage while you may And this is Loue as I heare say Yet what is Loue I pray thee shoe A thing that creepes it cannot goe A prize that passeth to and fro A thing for one a thing for mo And he that proues must finde it so And this is Loue sweet friend I troe The description

honor wrong or scathe Of whom both life and happines he hathe It is a proofe said she of foolishnes To set that vpon chaunce which may be sure Exempt from Loue I liue in happines In which condition I will yet indure Griefes come apace we neede not them procure In the estate I liue I am content And minde not Loue in dread of discontent I know quoth I you can from Loue refraine Bicause he holds his state within your eies But I the vassall of his hard disdaine Am so deiected as I cannot rise Albeit my sute and seruice you dispise Yet giue me leaue to honor and admire Your beautie which afflicteth my desire Ther's little reason said she then to like The thing which you affirme to vexe ye so If your desire such discontentment strike Such war such anguish agonies and woe Let that fantastike I aduise ye goe The man is much desirous of vnrest That home intreates a knowne disquiet guest Excepting Loue demaund you at my hand What euer is in my abilitie And may with vertue and mine honor stand Ladie said I Loue is the Maladie And vnto Loue Loue's th'onely remedie But sith you doe herein my sute detest Then grant me this the last I shall request When haples Loue hath brought me to the graue If so at any time you passe that way Where my consuming bones their buriall haue Vouchsafe yee then for pitties sake to say As I remember heere my seruant lay Long time a Louer in affection true Whom my disdaine and rigor ouerthrew Altho yee die quoth she I will not loue And for you will not loue said I I die Then presently my spirits faild to moue Retiring backe themselues successiuelie But when she did the signe of death espie She puld she halde seruant said she abide Let not thy mistres be thy homicide If thy affections doe from Loue proceede How canst thou die and I thy liues life neere If thou doost loue and honor me indeede Why with this act dost thou defame me heere If thou esteemst my Loue and honor deere O liue and see my rigour ouerthrowne And come and take possession of thine owne And then vnable weeping to withholde She sundrie meanes assaies to make me liue My brests she strikes she rubs my temples colde And with such vehemence of labours striue As life vnto a Marble stone might giue My hand at last she amorously doth straine And with a kisse drew vp my life againe This new sprong ioy conceiued in my hart Of Loues assurance vnder hand and seale Dilated thence abroad to euery part Telling how graciouslie my loue did deale My soule and spirit swelling with this zeale So rowsed sleepe that he his holde forsooke And I through surfeit of the ioy awooke Awaked thus I presently perceiu'd The vanitie and falshood of these ioyes Finding that fond illusions had deceiu'd My ouerwatched braine with idle toyes Then I that freshly felt my first annoyes Their woonted rage within my thoughts to keepe Gan thus expostulate the cause with sleepe Thou ease of harts with burth'nous woes opprest Thou pitier of the cares of busie daie Thou friend to louers in their deepe vnrest Turning their anguishes another waie Why may not I continue with thee aie Sith that my destinie is so extreame As not to haue my good but in a dreame Why art thou not O dreame the same you seeme Seeing thy visions our contentment brings Or doe we of their woorthines misdeeme To call them shadowes that are reall things And falslie attribute their due to wakings O doe but then perpetuate thy sleight And I will sweare thou workst not by deceit And now the Morning entring at the glasse Made of these thoughts some intermission Thus haue I tolde what things in dreame did passe Vpon the former daies occasion And whence they come in mine opinion But whether they tell truth or nothing lesse I shall resolue vpon my dreames successe Excellent Ditties of diuers kindes and rare inuention written by sundry Gentlemen WEepe you my lines for sorrow whilst I write For you alone may manifest my griefe Your numbers must my endles woes recite Such woes as wound my soule without reliefe Such bitter woes as who so would disclose them Must cease to talke for hart can scarse suppose them My restles braines deuour'd by many thoughts Disclaiming ioies doth make a heauen of hell An Idoll of mislikes a God of noughts Contrarious passions on my braine doth dwell They would haue ease yet seeke for ceaslesse strife And make their cause of death their meanes of life Mine eies are dim'd by two diuine delights And through their sight my hart hath caught a wound Their lids were shut amids the lingring nights Their yeelding fountaines watring of the ground Doe ceasles run and shroud their shining ioy And drowne Content in riuers of annoy I faine to smile when as I faint for feare I dreame on ioy when as I doubt of woe I burne in fire yet still approch it neare I like of mirth yet will no solace knowe I see content yet neuer cease to sigh I liue secure yet danger passeth nigh I catch at hope yet ouertake it neuer I feede on thought yet thought doth force my end I craue repose yet finde disquiet euer I scorne aduice yet counsell is my frend I will be free yet feede on thraldome still I honor wit yet feede on foolish will Mine eies complaine the follies of my hart My hart laments the errors of mine eie My thoughts would burie endles things in art Mine eie my hart my thoughts wend all awrie Yet of my harmes ye heauens the worst is this I cannot censure what my sorrow is My life is death for no delights are in it My musike mone and yet I neuer leaue it My succour hope yet can I neuer win it My gaines report yet will I not perceiue it My foode suspect and yet I cannot slie it My foe neglect and yet I meane to trie it By day I freeze I frie I wish I wait By night I loath my rest and wish for day Both day and night my hart with doubts I bait Weying delight from cause of my decaie The Vultures that consume my tender brest Is sweete desire the cause of my vnrest Now what I am my sorie cheekes disclose Once what I was my smiling eies bewraid Now what I want coniecture by my woes Once what I scornd hath now my hart betraid Wo's me my want of helpe doth well approue The paines I feele is euen the pangs of Loue. Well be it paine Loues torments let it be Let endles thoughts consume my restles braines Let teares so choake mine eies I may not see Let toong be mute for to disclose my paines Let ioyes let hope let all contents surcease These bitter plagues my fancies shall increase No paine no fortune shall my Loue confound My spotles faith my simple truth shall proue That I my liking on no errors ground Thus will

of Iealousie A Seeing friend yet enimie to rest A wrangling passion yet a gladsom thought A bad companion yet a welcom guest A knowledge wisht yet found too soone vnsought From heauen supposde yet sure condemn'd to hell Is Iealousie and there forlorne doth dwell And thence doth send fond feare and false suspect To haunt our thoughts bewitched with mistrust Which breedes in vs the issue and effect Both of conceits and actions far vniust The griefe the shame the smart wherof doth proue That Iealousie's both death and hell to Loue. For what but hell moues in the iealous hart Where restles feare works out all wanton ioyes Which doth both quench and kill the louing part And cloies the minde with worse than knowne annoyes Whose pressure far exceeds hells deepe extreemes Such life leads Loue entangled with misdeemes AH poore Conceit delite is dead Thy pleasant daies are doon The shadie dales must be his walke That cannot see the sunne The world I now to witnes call The heauens my records be If euer I were false to Loue Or Loue were true to me I knowe it now I knew it not But all too late I rew it I rew not that I knew it not But that I euer knew it My care is not a fond conceit That breedes a fained smart My griefes doe gripe me at the gall And gnaw me at the hart My teares are not those fained drops That fall from fancies eies But bitter streams of strange distresse Wherein discomfort lies My sighes are not those heauie sighes That showes a sickly breath My passions are the perfect signes And very paines of death In sum to make a dolefull end To see my death so nie That sorow bids me sing my last And so my senses die SHort is my rest whose toile is ouerlong My ioyes are darke but cleere I see my voe My safetie small great wracks I bide by wrong Whose time is swift and yet my hap but sloe Each griefe and wound in my poore hart appeeres That laugheth howres and weepeth many yeeres Deedes of the day are fables for the night Sighes of desire are smoakes of thoughtfull teares My steps are false although my paths be right Disgrace is bolde and fauor full of feares Disquiet sleepe keepes audit of my life Where rare content doth make displeasure rife The dolefull bell that is the voice of time Cals on my end before my haps be seene Thus fals my hopes whose harmes haue power to clime Not come to haue that long in wish hath beene I seeke your loue and feare not others hate Be you with me and I haue Caesars state The praise of Virginitie VIrginitie resembleth right the Rose That gallantly within the garden growes Whilst in the mothers bodie it doth stand Of nibling sheep vntoucht or shepherds hand The aire thereon and ruddie morne doth smile The earth and waters fauours it that while Braue lustie youth and the inamord Dame Euen so doth age and temples craue the same But when from naturall stalke it is remou'd And place where it so highly was belou'd The grace that earth and heauen thereon did cast With beautie fauor loue and all is past Euen so the Maid when once hir flowre is lost More deere than eie or life or what is most The loue and liking which she had before Forgoeth quite and she esteem'd no more Ladies Lenuoy to you that haue this prize I reed ye hold your wone if yiou be wise ONight O ielious night repugnant to my pleasures O night so long desir'd yet crosse to my content Ther's none but onely thou that can performe my pleasures Yet none but onely thou that hindereth my intent Thy beams thy spiteful beams thy lamps that burn to brightly Discouer all my traines and naked lay my drifts That night by night I hope yet faile my purpose nightly Thy enuious glaring gleame defeateth so my shifts Sweet night withhold thy beams withhold them til to morow Whose ioyes in lack so long a hell of torments breedes Sweete night sweete gentle night doe not prolong my sorow Desire is guide to me and Loue no Loadstar needes Let Sailers gaze on stars and Moone so freshly shining Let them that misse the way be guided by the light I knowe my Ladies bowre there needes no more diuining Affection sees in darke and Loue hath eies by night Dame Cinthia couch awhile holde in thy hornes for shining And glad not lowring night with thy too glorious raies But be she dim and darke tempestuous and repining That in hir spite my sport may worke thy endles praise And when my will is wrought then Cinthia shine good Ladie All other nights and daies in honour of that night That happie heauenly night that night so darke and shadie Wherein my Loue had eies that lighted my delight SWeete Violets Loues paradice that spred Your gracious odours which you couched beare Within your palie faces Vpon the gentle wing of some calme breathing winde That plaies amidst the plaine If by the fauour of propicious stars you gaine Such grace as in my Ladies bosome place to finde Be prowd to touch those places And whē hir warmth your moisture forth doth wear Whereby hir daintie parts are sweetly fed Your honors of the flowrie meads I pray You pretie daughters of the earth and Sun With milde and seemly breathing straight display My bitter sighes that haue my hart vndoon Vermilion Roses that with new daies rise Display your Crimsen folds fresh looking faire Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned raies of Roseat rising morne Ah if hir virgins hand Doe pluck your pure ere Phoebus view the land And vaile your gracious pomp in louely natures scorne If chaunce my Mistres traces Fast by your flowres to take the Sommers aire Then wofull blushing tempt hir glorious eies To spread their teares Adonis death reporting And tell Loues torments sorowing for hir frend Whose drops of blood within your leaus cōsorting Report faire Venus mones withouten end Then may remorse in pitying of my smart Drie vp my teares and dwell within hir hart A Vrora now began to rise againe From watrie couch and from old Tithons side In hope to kisse vpon Acteian plaine Yong Cephalus and through the golden glide On Easterne coast she cast so great a light That Phoebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis Bowre wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire Nor sooner gan his winged steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amyntas hasteth him apace In desarts thus to weepe a wofull tale Now silent shades and all that dwell therein As Birds or Beasts or Wormes that creepe on grounde Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rew the griefe of mine eternall wounde And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And whilst I die for want of my delight Lament the woes that Fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke

of my desire My cause of loue and shipwracke of my ioyes Phillis is gone that set my hart on fire That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes Phillis is fled and bides I wot not where Phillis alas the praise of woman kinde Phillis the Sun of this our hemisphere Whose beames made me and many others blinde But blinded me poore man aboue the rest That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall Still feele the worst and neuer hope the best My mirth in mone my honie drownd in gall Hir faire but cruell eies bewitcht my sight Hir sweete but fading speech enthrald my thought And in hir deeds I reaped such delight As brought both will and libertie to nought Therefore all hope of happines adue Adue desire the source of all my care Dispaire me tels my weale will nere renue Till this my soule doth passe in Charons Crare Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes skorne My thoughts stil wound like wounds that stil are green My weakned lyms be laide on beds of thorne My life decaies although my death foreseene Mine eies now eies no more but seas of teares Weepe on your fill to coole my burning brest Where Loue did place desire twixt hope and feares I saie desire the author of vnrest And would to gods Phillis where ere thou be Thy soule did see the sowre of mine estate My ioyes eclipst for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate My humble vowes my sufferance of woe My sobs and sighes my euerwatching eies My plaintife teares my wandring to and froe My will to die my neuer ceasing cries No doubt but then thy sorrows would perswade The doome of death to cut my vitall twist That I with thee amidst th'infernall shade And thou with me might sport vs as we list O if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine And hearest Orpheus neere th'Elisian springs Entreat thy Queene to free thee thence againe And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings T. W. Gent. AWay dispaire the death of hopeles harts For hope and truth assure me long agoe That pleasure is the end of lingring smarts When time with iust content rewardeth woe Sweete vertues throne is built in labours towre Where Lawrell wreath's are twist for them alone Whose gals are burst with often taste of sowre Whose blis from bale is sprong whose mirth frō mone I therefore striue by toyles to raise my name And Iason like to gaine a golden fleece The end of eu'ry worke doth crowne the same As witnes well the happie harmes of Greece For if the Greekes had soone got Pryams seat The glory of their paines had not been great T. W. Gent. I Hope and feare that for my weale or woe That heau'nly lampe which yeelds both heat light To make a throne for gods on earth belowe Is cut in twaine and fixt in my delight Which two faire hemyspheres through light heat Planting desire driue reason from hir seate No no my too forgetfull toong blaspheames I should haue saide that where these hemispheres In harts through eies fixe hot and lightsome beames There reason works desire and hopes breed feares O onely obiect for an Eagles eie Whose light and heate make men to liue and die Twixt these a daintie paradise doth lie As sweete as in the Sunne the Phenix Bowre As white as snowe as smooth as Iuorie As faire as Psyches bosome in that howre When she disclosde the boxe of Beauties Queene All this and more is in Sibilla seene T. W. Gent. SIr painter are thy colours redie set My Mistresse can not be with thee to day Shee's gone into the field to gather May The timely Prymrose and the Violet Yet that thou maist not disapointed bee Come draw hir picture by my fantasee And well for thee to paint hir by thine eare For should thine eie vnto that office serue Thine Eie and Hand thy Art Hart would swerue Such maiestie hir countenance doth beare And where thou wert Apelles thought before For failing so thou shouldst be praisd no more Drawe first hir Front a perfect Iuorie white Hie spatious round and smooth on either side Hir temples brancht with vains blew opening wide As in the Map Danubius runs in sight Colour hir semicircled browes with iet The throne where Loue triumphantly doth set Regard hir Eie hir eie a woondrous part It woundeth deepe and cureth by and by It driues away and draweth curteously It breeds and calmes the tempest of the hart And what to lightning Ioue belongeth too The same hir lookes with more effect can doe Hir Cheeke resembleth euerie kinde of way The Lillie stainde with sweete Adonis blood As wounded he strai'd vp and downe the wood For whome faire Venus languisht many a day Or plainly more to answere your demaune Hir cheekes are Roses ouercast with lawne Hir louely Lip doth others all excell On whom it please ay me a kisse bestoe He neuer tasteth afterward of woe Such speciall vertue in the toutch doth dwell The colour tempred of the morning red Where with Aurora doth adorne hir head Hir ample Chest an heauenly plot of ground The space betweene a Paradise at least Parnassus like hir twifolde mounting breast Hir heauenly graces heapingly abound Loue spreads his conquering colours in this feeld Whereto the race of Gods and men doe yeeld The other parts which custom doth conceale Within a sarcenet vaile thou must conuay So due proportion well discerne I may What though the garment doe not all reueale The shadow of a naked thigh may fraight His head brim full hath any fine conceit Before hir Feete vpon a Marble stone Inflamed with the Sunbeames of hir eie Depaint my hart that burneth passionately And if thy pensill can set downe such mone Thy picture selfe will teeling semblance make Of ruthe and pitie for my torments sake How now Apelles are thy senses tane Hast drawne a picture or drawne out thy hart Wilt thou be held a Master of thine art And temper colours tending to thy bane Happie my hart that in hir Sunshine fries Aboue thy hap that in hir shadow dies I Pray thee Loue say whither is this posting Since with thy deitie first I was acquainted I neuer saw thee thus distracted coasting With countenance tainted Thy conquering arrowes broken in thy quiuer Thy brands that woont the inward marrow sunder Fireles and forceles all a peeces shiuer With mickle wonder That maketh next my staylesse thoughts to houer I cannot sound this vncouth cause of beeing The vaile is torne that did thy visage couer And thou art seeing A stranger one quoth Loue of good demerit Did sute and seruice to his Soueraine proffer In any case she would not seeme to heare it But scornd the offer And very now vpon this Maying morrow By breake of day he found me at my harbour I went with him to vnderstand his sorrow Vnto hir Arbour Where he Loue torments dolefully vnfolded With words that might a Tigers hart haue charmed His sighes and teares the mountaine yee had moulted And she not warmed Hir great disdaine against hir Louer proued Kindled my brand that to hir brest I seated The flame betweene hir paps them often moued Nor burnt nor heated My arrowes keene I afterward assaied Which from hir brest without effect rebounded And as a ball on Marble floore the plaied With force confounded The brand that burnt old Pryams Towne to asshes Now first his operation wants it than The darts that Emerald skies in peeces dasshes Skornd by a woman Thus while I saide she toward me arriued And with a tutch of triumph neuer doubted To teare the vaile that vse of sight bereaued So Loue was louted The vaile of erroe from mine eies bereaued I sawe heauens hope and earth hir treasurie Well maist thou erre said I I am deceiued Bent to pleasure thee Cease haples man my succors to importune Shee onely shee my stratagemes repelleth Vainly endeour I to tempt hir Fortune That so excelleth Content thee man that thou didst see and suffer And be content to suffer see and die And die content bicause thou once didst mooue hir She displeasd thereby And herewithall I left the man a dyeng For by his passions I perceiu'd none other I hie me thus asham'd with speedie flyeng To tell my Mother FINIS Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Mixtures Coulors Mettals Elements Cōplexiōs Chaos