truly to the like Struck near at hand doth make another strike How comes it then that our Affections jar What Opposition doth beget this War I know that Nature frankly to thee gave That measure of her Bounty that I have And as to me she likewise to thee lent For ev'ry Sense a several Instrument But ev'ry one because it is thine own Doth prize it self unto it self alone Thy dainty hand when it it self doth touch That feeling tells it that there is none such When in thy Glass thine Eye it self doth see That thinks there 's none like to it self can be And ev'ry one doth judge it self divine Because that thou dost challenge it for thine And each it self Narcissus-like doth smother Loving it self nor cares for any other Fie be not burn'd thus in thine own desire 'T is needless Beauty should it self admire The Sun by which all Creatures light'ned be And seeth all it self yet cannot see And his own Brightness his own foil is made And is to us the cause of his own shade When first thy Beauty by mine Eye was prov'd It saw not then so much to be belov'd But when it came a perfect view to take Each Look of one doth many Beauties make In little Circles first it doth arise Then somewhat larger seeming in mine Eyes And in this circling Compass as it goes So more and more the same in Greatness grows And as it yet at liberty is let The Motion still doth other Forms beget Until at length look any way I could Nothing there was but Beauty to behold Art thou offended that thou art belov'd Remove the cause th' effect is soon remov'd Indent with Beauty how far to extend Set down Desire a Limit where to end Then charm thine Eyes that they no more may wound And limit Love to keep within a bound If this thou do'st then shalt thou doe much more And bring to pass what never was before Make Anguish sportive craving all Delight Mirth solemn sullen and inclin'd to Night Ambition lowly envy speaking well Love his Relief for Niggardize to sell Our Warlike Fathers did these Forts devise As surest Holds against our Enemies Places wherein your Sex might safeliest rest Fear soon is setled in a Womans Breast Thy Breast is of another temper far And then thy Castle fitter for the War Thou do'st not safely in thy Castle rest Thy Castle should be safer in thy Breast That keeps out Foes but doth thy Friends inclose But ah thy Breast keeps out both Friends and Foes That may be batter'd or be undermin'd Or by straight Siege for want of succour pin'd But thy hard Heart 's invincible to all And more obdurate then thy Castle Wall Of all the shapes that ever Jove did prove Wherewith he us'd to entertain his Love That likes me best when in a golden Showre He rain'd himself on Danae in her Towre Nor did I ever envy his command In that he bears the Thunder in his Hand But in that showry shape I cannot be And as he came to her I come to thee Thy Tow'r with Foes is not begirt about If thou within they are besieg'd without One Hair of thine more vigour doth retain To bind thy Foe then any Iron Chain Who might be giv'n in such a golden String Would not be captive though he were a King Hadst thou all India heap'd up in thy Fort And thou thy self besieged in that sort Get thou but out where they can thee espye They 'll follow thee and let the Treasure lye I cannot think what force thy Tower should win If thou thy self do'st guard the same within Thine Eye retains Artillery at will To kill whoever thou desir'st to kill For that alone more deeply wounds Mens Hearts Than they can thee though with a thousand Darts For there intrenched little Cupid lyes And from those Turrets all the World defies * And when thou let'st down that transparent Lid Of Entrance there an Army doth forbid And as for Famine her thou need'st not fear Who thinks of Want when thou art present there Thy onely sight puts Spirit into the Blood And comforts Life without the taste of Food And as thy Souldiers keep their Watch and Ward Thy Chastity thy inward Breast doth guard Thy modest Pulse serves as a Larum Bell Which watched by some wakefull Sentinell Is stirring still with every little Fear Warning if any Enemy be near Thy vertuous Thoughts when all the others rest Like carefull Scouts pass up and down thy Breast And still they round about that place do keep Whilst all the blessed Garrison do sleep But yet I fear if that the truth were told That thou hast rob'd and fly'st into this Hold I thought as much and didst this Fort devise That thou in safety here might'st tyranize Yes thou hast robb'd the Heaven and Earth of all And they against thy lawless Theft do call Thine Eyes with mine that wage continual Wars Borrow their brightness of the twinkling Stars Thy Lips from mine that in thy Mask be pent Have filch'd the Blushing from the Orient Thy Cheek for which mine all this Pennance proves Steals the pure whiteness both from Swans Doves Thy Breath for which mine still in Sighs consumes Hath robb'd all Flowers all Odours and Perfumes O mighty Love bring hither all thy Pow'r And fetch this Heav'nly Thief out of her Tow'r For if she may be suff'red in this sort Heavens store will soon be hoarded in this Fort. When I arriv'd before that State of Love And saw thee on that Battlement above I thought there was no other Heaven but there And thou an Angel didst from thence appear But when my Reason did reprove mine Eye That thou wert subject to Mortality I then excus'd what the bold Scot had done No marvel that he would the Fort have won Perceiving well those envious Walls did hide More wealth then was in all the World beside Against thy Foe I came to lend thee aid And thus to thee my self I have betray'd He is besieg'd the Siege that came to raise There 's no Assault that not my Breast assays Love grown extream doth find unlawfull Shifts The Gods take shapes and do allure with Gifts Commanding Jove that by great Styx doth swear Forsworn in Love with Lovers Oaths doth bear Love causeless still doth aggravate his cause It is his Law to violate all Laws His Reason is in only wanting Reason And were untrue not deeply touch'd with Treason Unlawfull Means doth make his lawfull Gain He speaks most true when he the most doth fain Pardon the Faults that have escap'd by Me Against fair Vertue Chastity and Thee If Gods can their own Excellence excell It is in pard'ning Mortals that rebell When all thy Trials are enroll'd by Fame And all thy Sex made glorious by thy Name Then I a Captive shall be brought hereby T' adorn the Triumph of thy Chastity I sue not now thy Paramour to be But as a Husband to be link'd to thee I 'm
England and France Nor these great Titles vainly will I bring Wife Daughter Mother c. Few Queens of England or France were ever more Princely allied then this Queen as it hath been noted by Historiographers Nor fear my Tudor that this love of mine Should wrong the Gaunt-born c. Noting the Descent of Henry her Husband from John Duke of Lancaster the fourth son of Edward the third which Duke John was sirnamed Gaunt of the City of Gaunt in Flanders where he was born Or make the English Blood the Sun and Moon Repine c. Alluding the Greatness of the English Line to Phoebus and Phoebe fained to be the Children of Latona whose Heavenly kind might scorn to be joyned with any Earthly Progeny yet withall boasting the Blood of France as not inferiour to theirs And with this Allusion followeth on the History of the strife betwixt Juno and the Race of Cadmus whose Issue was afflicted by the Wrath of Heaven The Children of Niobe slain for which the wofull Mother became a Rock gushing forth continually a Fountain of Tears When John and Longshanks Issue were affy'd Lewellin or Leolin ap Jorwith Married Joan daughter to King John a most beautifull Lady Some Authors affirm that she was base born Lewellinap Gryfith Married Elinor daughter to Simon Monfort Earl of Leicester and Cousin to Edward Longshanks both which Lewellins were Princes of Wales Of Camilot and all her Pentecosts To have precedence c. Camilot the Ancient Palace of King Arthur to which place all the Knights of that famous Order yearly repaired at Pentecost according to the Law of the Table and most of the famous home born Knights were of that Country as to this day is perceived by their ancient Monuments When bloody Rufus sought your utter sack Noting the ill success which William Rufus had in two Voyages he made into Wales in which a number of his chief Nobility were slain And oft return'd with glorious Victory Noting the divers sundry Incursions that the Welshmen made into England in the time Rufus John Henry the second and Longshanks OWEN TUDOR TO Queen KATHERINE WHen first mine Eyes beheld your Princely Name And found from whence this friendly Letter came As in excess of Joy I had forgot Whether I saw it or I saw it not My panting Heart doth bid mine Eyes proceed My daz'led Eyes invite my Tongue to read Which wanting their direction dully mist it My Lips which should have spoke were dumb and kist it And left the Paper in my trembling Hand When all my Senses did amazed stand Ev'n as a Mother coming to her Child Which from her presence hath been long exil'd With gentle Arms his tender Neck doth strain Now kissing it now clipping it again And yet excessive Joy deludes her so As still she doubts if this be hers or no. At length awakened from this pleasing Dream When Passion some what left to be extream My longing Eyes with their fair Object meet Where ev'ry Letter 's pleasing ev'ry Word is sweet It was not Henry's Conquest nor his Court That had the power to win me by report Nor was his dreadfull Terror-striking Name The cause that I from Wales to England came For Christian Rhodes and our Religious Truth To great Atchieuement first had won my Youth This brave Adventure did my Valour prove Before I e'er knew what it was to love Nor came I hither by some poor event But by th' Eternal Destinies consent Whose uncomprised Wisedom did fore-see That you in Marriage should be link'd to me By our great Merlin was it not fore-told Amongst his holy Prophesies enrol'd When first he did of Tudors Name divine That Kings and Queens should follow in our Line * And that the Helm the Tudors ancient Crest Should with the golden Flower-de-luce be drest As that the Leek our Countries chief Renown Should grow with Roses in the English Crown As Charles his Daughter you the Lilly were As Henry's Queen the blushing Rose you bear By France's Conquest and by Englands Oath You are the true made Dowager of both Both in your Crown both in your Cheek together Joyn Tethers love to yours and yours to Tether Then cast no future Doubts nor fear no Hate When it so long hath been fore-told by Fate And by the all-disposing doom of Heav'n Before our Births we to one Bed were giv'n No Pallas here nor Juno is at all When I to Venus yeild the golden Ball Nor when the Grecians Wonder I enjoy None in revenge to kindle fire in Troy And have not strange events divin'd to us That in our love we should be prosperous * When in thy presence I was call'd to dance In lofty Tricks whilst I my self advance And in a Turn my footing fail'd by hap Was 't not my chance to light into your Lap Who would not judge it Fortunes greatest grace Since he must fall to fall in such a place His Birth from Heav'n your Tudor not derives Nor stands on tip-toes in Superlatives Although the envious English doe devise A thousand Jests of our Hyperbolies Nor doe I claim that Plot by ancient Deeds Where Phoebus pastures fire-brreathing Steeds Nor doe I boast my God-made Grandfires Scars Nor Gyants Trophies in the Titan's Wars Nor fain my Birth your Princely Ears to please By three Nights getting as was Hercules Nor doe I forge my long Descent to run From aged Neptune or the glorious Sun * And yet in Wales with them that famous be Our learned Bards doe sing my Pedigree * And boast my Birth from great Cadwallader * From old Caer-Septon in Mount Pallador * And from Eneons Line the South-Wales King By Theodor the Tudors Name doe bring My Royal Mothers Princely Stock began * From her great Grandam fair Gwenellian By true descent from Leoline the Great As well from North-Wales as fair Powslands Seat Though for our Princely Genealogy I doe not stand to make Apology Yet who with Judgments true impartial Eyes Shall look from whence our Name at first did rise Shall find that Fortune is to us in debt And why not Tudor as Plantaginet * Nor that term Croggen Nick-name of disgrace Us'd as a by-word now in ev'ry place Shall blot our Blood or wrong a Welshman's Name Which was at first begot with England's shame Our valiant Swords our Right did still maintain Against that cruel proud usurping Dane Buckling besides in many dang'rous Fights With Norways Sweethens and with Muscovites * And kept our Native Language now thus long And to this day yet never chang'd our Tongue When they which now our Nation fain would tame Subdu'd have lost their Country and their Name Nor ever could the Saxons Swords provoke Our Britain Necks to bear their servile Yoke Where Cambria's pleasant Countries bounded be With swelling Severn and the holy De And since great Brutus first arriv'd have stood The only remnant of the Trojan Blood To every Man is not allotted Chance To boast with Henry to have
And Nature too well taught them to invade us They but too well know how what when and where To write to speak to sue and to forbear By signs by sighs by motions and by tears When Vows should serve when Oaths when Smiles when Prayers What one Delight our Humors most doth move Only in that you make us nourish Love If any natural blemish blot our Face You do protest it gives our Beauty grace And what Attire we most are us'd to wear That of all other excellent'st you swear And if we walk or sit or stand or lie It must resemble some one Diety And what you know we take delight to hear That are you ever sounding in our ear And yet so shameless when you tempt us thus To lay the fault on Beauty and on us Romes wanton Ovid did those Rules impart O that your Nature should be help'd with Att Who would have thought a King that cares to reign Inforc'd by Love so Poet-like should feign To say that Beauty Times stern rage to shun In my Cheeks Lillies hid her from the Sun And when she meant to triumph in her May Made that her East and here she broke her Day And that fair Summer still is in my sight And but where I am all the World is Night As though the fair'st ere since the World began To me a Sun-burnt base Egyptian But yet I know more than I mean to tell O would to God you knew it not too well That Women oft their most admirers raise Though publickly not flat'ring their own praise Our churlish Husbands which our Youth injoy'd Who with our Dainties have their stomacks cloy'd Do loath our smooth Hands with their Lips to feel T' inrich our Favours by our Beds to kneel At our Command to wait to send to go As ev'ry Hour our amorous servants do Which makes a stoln Kiss often we bestow In earnest of a greater good we owe. When he all day torments us with a Frown Yet sports with Venus in a Bed of Down Whose rude imbracement but too ill beseems Her span-broad Waste her white and dainty Limbs And yet still preaching abstinence of Meat When he himself of ev'ry Dish will eat Blame you our Husbands then if they deny Our publique Walking our loose Liberty If with exception still they us debarr * The Circuit of the publique Theater To hear the Poet in a Comick strain Able t' infect with his lascivious Scene And the young wanton Wits when they applaud The slie perswasion of some subtil Bawd Or passionate Tragedian in his rage Acting a Love sick Passion on the Stage When though abroad restraining us to rome They very hardly keep us safe at home And oft are touch'd with fear and inward grief Knowing rich Prizes soonest tempt a Thief What Sports have we whereon our minds to set Our Dogg our Parat or our Marmuzet Or once a week to walk into the field Small is the pleasure that these Toys do yield But to this grief a medicine you apply To cure restraint with that sweet Liberty And Soveraignty O that bewitching thing Yet made more great by promise of a King And more that Honour which doth most intice The holi'st Nun and she that 's ne're so nice Thus still we strive yet overcome at length For men want mercy and poor women strength Yet grant that we could meaner men resist When Kings once come they conquer as they list Thou art the cause Shore pleaseth not my sight That his embraces give me no delight Thou art the cause I to my self am strange Thy coming is my Full thy Set my Change Long Winter nights be minutes if thou here Short minutes if thou absent be a year And thus by strength thou art become my fate And mak'st me love even in the midst of hate ANNOTATIONS on the Chronicle History Would I had led an humble Shepheards life Not known the name of Shores admired wife TWo or three Poems written by sundry men have magnified this Womans Beauty whom that ornament of England and Londons more perticular glory Sir Thomas Moor very highly hath praised her for beauty she being alive in his time though poor and aged Her Stature was mean her Hair of a dark yellow her Face round and full her Eye gray delicate harmony being betwixt each parts proportion and each proportions colour her Body fat white and smooth her Countenance chearful and like to her Condition That Picture which I have seen of hers was such as she rose cut-of her Bed in the morning having nothing on but a rich Mantle cast under one Arm over her shoulder and sitting in a Chair on which her naked Arm did lie What her Fathers name was or where she was born is not certainly known But Shore a young man of right goodly person wealth and behaviour abandoned her Bed after the King had made her his Concubine Richard the Third causing her to do penance in Pauls Church-yard commanded that no man should relieve her which the Tyrant did not so much for his hatred to sin but that by making his Brothers life odious he might cover his horrible Treasons the more cunningly May number Rumneys Flowers or Isis Fish Rumney is that famous Marsh in Kent at whose side Rie a Haven Town doth stand Hereof the excellent English Antiquary Master Camden and Master Lambert in his Perambulation do make mention And Marshes are commonly called those low Grounds which abut upon the Sea and from the Latin word are so denominated Isis is here used for Thamesis by a Synecdockical kind of speech or by a Poetical liberty in using one for another for it is said that Thamesis is compounded of Tame and Isis making when they are met that renowned Water running by London a City much more renowned than that Water Which being plentiful of Fish is the cause also why all things else are plentiful therein Moreover I am perswaded that there is no River in the World beholds more stately Buildings on either side clean throw than the Thames Much is reported of the Grand Canale in Venice for that the Fronts on either side are so gorgeous That might intice some foul-mouth'd Mantuan Mantuan a Pastoral Poet in one of his Eclogues bitterly inveyeth against Womankind some of the which by way of an Appendix might be here inserted seeing the fantastick and insolent Humors of many of that Sex deserve much sharper Physick were it not that they are grown wiser than to amend for such an idle Poets speech as Mantuan yea or for Euripides himself or Seneca's inflexible Hippolitus The Circuit of the publick Theatre Ovid a most fit Author for so dissolute a Sectarie calls that place Chastities Shipwrack for though Shores Wife wantonly pleads for Liberty which is the true humor of a Citizen yet much more is the praise of Modesty than of such Liberty Howbeit the Vestal Nuns had Seats assigned them in the Roman Theatre Whereby it should appear it was counted no impeachment
his Princely part to take When as the Staves upon thy Cask did light Grieved therewith I turn'd away my sight And spake aloud when I my self forgot 'T is my sweet Charles my Brandon hurt him not But when I fear'd the King perceived this Good silly Man I pleas'd him with a Kiss And to extoll his valiant Son began That Europe never bred a braver Man And when poor King he simply praised thee Of all the rest I ask'd which thou shouldst be Thus I with him dissembled for thy sake Open confession now amends must make Whilst this old King upon a Pallat lies And only holds a combat with mine Eyes Mine Eyes from his by thy sight stoln away Which might too well their Mistress Thoughts bewray But when I saw thy proud unconquer'd Launce To bear the Prize from all the flow'r of France To see what pleasure did my Soul embrace Might eas'ly be discerned in my Face Look as the Dew upon a Damask Rose How through that liquid Pearl his blushing shows And when the gentle air breaths on his top From the sweet Leaves falls eas'ly drop by drop Thus by my Cheek distilling from mine Eyes One Tear for Joy anothers Room supplies Before mine Eye like Touch thy shape did prove Mine Eye condemn'd my too too partial Love But since by others I the same do try My Love condemns my too too partial Eye The precious stone most beautiful and rare When with it self we only it compare We deem all other of that kind to be As excellent as that we only see But when we judge of that with others by Too credulous we do condemn our Eye Which then appears more orient and more bright Having a Boyl whereon to shew its light Alanson a fine timb'red Man and tall Yet wants the shape thou art adorn'd withal Vandome good Carriage and a pleasing Eye Yet hath not Suffolk's Princely Majesty Couragious Burbon a sweet Manly Face Yet in his Looks lacks Brandon's Courtly Grace Proud Longavile suppos'd to have no Peer A man scarce made was thought whilst thou wast here The Count Saint-Paul our best at Arms in France Would yield himself a Squire to bear thy Lauce * Galleas and Bounarm matchless for their might Under thy towring Blade have couch'd in fight If with our Love my Brother angry be I 'le say to please him I first fancied thee And but to frame my liking to his mind Never to thee had I been half so kind Worthy my love the Vulgar judge no man Except a Yorkist or Lancastrian Nor think that my affection should be set But in the Line of great Plantaginet I mind not what the idle Commons say I pray thee Charles make hast and come away To thee what 's England if I be not there Or what to me is France if thou not here Thy absence makes me angry for a while But at thy presence I should gladly smile When last of me his leave my Brandon took He sware an Oath and made my Lips the Book He would make hast which now thou do'st denie Thou art forsworn O wilful Perjury Sooner would I with greater sins dispence Than by intreaty pardon this Offence But then I think if I should come to shrive thee Great were the Fault that I should not forgive thee Yet wert thou here I should revenged be But it should be with too much loving thee I that is all that thou shalt fear to taste I pray thee Brandon come sweet Charles make hast ANNOTATIONS of the Chronicle History The utmost date expired of my stay When I for Dover did depart away KIng Henry the Eight with the Queen and Nobles in the sixth year of his Reign in the Month of September brought this Lady to Dover where she took shipping for France Think'st thou my love was faithful unto thee When young Castile to England su'd for me It was agreed and concluded betwixt Henry the seventh and Philip King of Castile Son to Maximilian the Emperor That Charles eldest Son of the said Philip should marry the Lady Mary Daughter to King Henry when they came to age Which agreement was afterwards in the eight year of Henry the Eight annihilated When he in triumph of his Victory Under a rich imbroyd'red Canopy Entred proud Turney which did trembling stand c. Henry the Eight after the long Siege of Turney which was delivered to him upon composition entred the City in Triumph under a Canopy of Cloth of Gold born by four of the Chief and most Noble Citizens the King himself mounted upon a gallant Courser barbed with the Arms of England France and Ireland When Charles of Castile there to banquet came With him his Sister that ambitious Dame Savoy's proud Dutchess The King being at Turney there came to him the Prince of Castile and the Lady Margaret Dutches of Savoy his Sister to whom King Henry gave great intertainment Savoy's proud Dutchess knowing how long she All means had try'd to win my love from me At this time there was speech of a Marriage to be concluded between Charles Brandon then Lord Lisle and the Dutchess of Savoy the Lord Lisle being highly favoured and exceedingly beloved of the Dutchess When in King Henries Tent of Cloth of Gold The King caused a rich Tent of Cloath of Gold to be erected where he feasted the Prince of Castile and the Dutchess and entertained them with sumptuous Masks and Banquets during their abode When Maximilian to those Wars adrest Wore Englands Cross on his Imperial Breast Maximilian the Emperor with all his Souldiers which served under King Henry wore the Cross of Saint George with the Rose on their Breasts And in our Army let his Eagle flie The black Eagle is the Badge Imperial which here is used for the displaying of his Ensign or Standard That view'd our Ensigns with a wond'ring Eye Henry the Eighth at his Wars in France retained the Emperor and all his Souldiers in Wages which served under him during those Wars But this alone by Wolsey's wit was wrought Thomas Wolsey the Kings Almoner then Bishop of Lincoln a Man of great Authority with the King and afterward Cardinal was the chief cause that this Lady Mary was married to the old French King with whom the French had dealt under-hand to befriend him in that Match Where the proud Dolphin for thy Valour sake Chose thee at Tilt his Princely part to take Francis Duke of Valoys and Dolphin of France at the Marriage of the Lady Mary in honour thereof proclaimed a Justs where be chose the Duke of Suffolk and the Marquess of Dorset for his aids at all Martial Exercises Galeas and Bounarme matchless for their might This Count Galeas at the Justs ran a Course with a Spear which was at the Head five inches square on every side and at the But nine Inches square whereby be shewed his wondrous force and strength This Bounarm a Gentleman of France at the same time came into the field armed at all
Maidens Tower With easie sighs such as Men draw in love And again in the same The stately Seats the Ladies bright of hue The Dances short long Tales of sweet Delight And for the pleasantness of the place these Verses of his may testifie in the same Elegie before recited The secret Groves which we have made resound With silver drops the Meads yet spread for ruth As goodly flow'rs on Thamesi's rich Banck do grow c. I had thought in this place not to have spoken of Thames being so oft remembred by me before in sundry other places on this occasion but thinking of that excellent Epigram which as I judge either to be done by the said Earl or Sir Francis Brian for the worthiness thereof I will here insert as it seems to me was compyled at the Authors being in Spain Tagus farewel which Westward with thy Streams Turn'st up the grains of Gold already try'd For I with Spur and Sayl go seek the Thames Against the Sun that shews his wealthy pride And to the Town that Brutus sought by Dreams Like bended Moon that leanes her lusty side To seek my Country now for whom I live O mighty Jove for this the Winds me give The Lady GERALDINE TO Henry Howard Earl of Surrey SUCH greeting as the Noble Surrey sends The like to thee thy Geraldine commends A Maidens thoughts do check my trembling hand On other Terms or Complements to stand Which might my speech be as my Heart affords Should come attired in far richer words But all is one my Faith as firm shall prove As hers that makes the greatest shew of Love In Cupids School I never read those Books Whose Lectures oft we practice in our Looks Nor ever did suspitious rival Eye Yet lie in wait my Favours to espy My Virgin Thoughts are innocent and meek As the chast Blushes sitting on my Cheek As in a Feaver I do shiver yet Since first my Pen was to the Paper set If I do err you know my Sex is weak Fear proves a Fault where Maids are forc'd to speak Do I not ill Ah sooth me not herein O if I do reprove me of my sin Chide me in Faith or if my Fault you hide My Tongue will teach my self my self to chide Nay Noble Surrey blot it if thou wilt Then too much boldness should return my Guilt For that should be ev'n from our selves conceal'd Which is disclos'd if to our Thoughts reveal'd For the least Motion more the smallest Breath That may impeach our Modesty is Death The Page that brought thy Letters to my hand Me thinks should marvel at my strange demand For till he blush'd I did not yet espie The nakedness of my Immodesty Which in my Face he greater might have seen But that my Fan I quickly put between Yet scarcely that my inward Guilt could hide Fear seeing all fears it of all is spy'd Like to a Taper lately burning bright But wanting matter to maintain his Light The Blaze ascending forced by the smoke Living by that which seeks the same to choke The Flame still hanging in the Air doth burn Until drawn dawn it back again return Then clear then dim then spreadeth and then closeth Now getteth strength and now his brightness loseth As well the best discerning Eye may doubt Whether it yet be in or whether out Thus in my Cheek my sundry passions shew'd Now ashy pale and now again it glow'd If in your Verse there be a pow'r to move It 's you alone who are the cause I love It 's you bewitch my Bosome by mine Ear Unto that end I did not place you there Aires to asswage the bloody Souldiers mind Poor Women we are naturally kind Perhaps you 'l think that I these terms inforce For that in Court this kindness is of course Or that it is that Hony-steeped Gall We oft are said to bait our Loves withal That in one Eye we carry strong desire In th' other drops which quickly quench that fire Ah what so false can Envy speak of us But it shall find some vainly credulous I do not so and to add proof thereto I love in Faith in Faith sweet Lord I do Nor let the Envy of invenom'd Tongues Which still is grounded on poor Ladies Wrongs Thy Noble Breast disasterly possess By any doubt to make my love the less My House from Florence I do not pretend Nor from those Geralds claim I to descend Nor hold those Honours insufficient are That I receive from Desmond or Kildare Nor add I greater worth unto my Blood Than Irish Milk to give me Infant-food Nor better Air will ever boast to breath Than that of Lemster Munster or of Meath Nor crave I other forreign far Allies * Than Windsor's or Fitz-Gerald's Families It is enough to leave unto my Heirs If they but please t' acknowledge me for theirs To what place ever did the Court remove But that the House gives matter to my Love At Windsor still I see thee sit and walk There mount thy Courser there devise there talk The Robes the Garter and the state of Kings Into my Thoughts thy hoped Greatness brings None-such the Name imports me thinks so much None such as it nor as my Lord none such In Hamptons great Magnificence I find The lively Image of thy Princely Mind Fair Richmonds Tow'rs like goodly Trophies stand Rear'd by the pow'r of thy victorious Hand White-Halls triumphing Galleries are yet Adorn'd with rich Devices of thy Wit In Greenwich still as in a Glass I view Where last thou bad'st thy Geraldine adieu With ev'ry little perling breath that blows How are my Thoughts confus'd with Joys and Woes As through a Gate so through my longing Ears Pass to my Heart whole multitudes of Fears Oh in a Map that I might see thee show The place where now in danger thou dost go Whilst we discourse to travel with our Eye Romania Tuscan and fair Lumbardy Or with thy pen exactly to set down The Model of that Temple or that Town And to relate at large where thou hast been As there and there and what thou there hast seen Expressing in a Figure by thy Hand How Naples lies how Florence fair doth stand Or as the Grecians finger dip'd in Wine Drawing a River in a little Line And with a drop a Gulf to figure out To model Venice moted round about Then adding more to counterseit a Sea And draw the Front of stately Genoua These from thy Lips were like harmonious Tones Which now do sound like Mandrakes dreadful Grones Some travel hence t' inrich their Minds with Skill Leave here their Good and bring home others Ill Which seem to like all Countries but their own Affecting most where they the least are known Their Leg their Thigh their Back their Neck their Head As they had been in several Countries bred In their Attyre their Gesture and their Gate Found in each one in all Italionate So well in all deformity in fashion Borrowing a Limb of ev'ry