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A19946	Dauisons poems, or, A poeticall rapsodie Deuided into sixe bookes. The first, contayning poems and deuises. The second, sonets and canzonets. The third, pastoralls and elegies. The fourth, madrigalls and odes. The fift, epigrams and epitaphs. The sixt, epistles, and epithalamions. For variety and pleasure, the like neuer published.; Poetical rapsody	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1621 (1621)	STC 6376; ESTC S109387	98,578	288

deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life be spilt Kill me as often as thou wilt XV. CANZONET His heart araigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The Bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'enditement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His plea was such as each man might descry For grace and truth were read in either eye Yet forc'd to speake his Farther Plea was this That sore pursu'd by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he labour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes red rest Tooke sanctuary from his troubled brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true entent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That truth might raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide XVII CANZONET Deadly sweetenesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweet teares the drink that more augments my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which waste my life at first Sweete thoughts sweete teares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies XVIII CANZONET Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to find Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He look't that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Dep●i●●●e wound though none apeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'd to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had bin fire I gaz'd vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Then that where grow both shafts and fire XIX CANZONET Loues contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that long since is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To think what toies do tosse my troubled head Aow most I wish that most I should refraine And seeke the thing that least I long to find And find the wound by which my hart is flain Yet want both skill and will to ease my mind Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long lo see and yet I shun her sight I scald in sun and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to dye I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Hen cogor voti nescius esse mei XX. CANZONET Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweete is thy promise but it will not stand Smooth soft faire sweete to them that lightly touch Rough hard soule soute to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thought that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I find And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choise were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine XXI CANZONET That he is vnchangeable The loue of chāge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe old old new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyse is made change he that list for me Such as I am such will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwayes be Mine eyes confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full content desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes be Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Pheoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth euery way True loue with age doth dayly cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies be What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be XXIII CANZONET Vpon her absence THe summer sunne that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and driues the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine My Ladies presence burne me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling

your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite deny Mine eies so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are dry Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes Whilst that the stone roules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest Which breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue XVIII ODE Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beauty spy As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a fury needlesse He that hath it shall dye speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kill none whom loue hath fired XIX ODE Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with warre o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I dye that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away XX. ODE Cupids Marriage with disimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needs will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to show Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neare And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweete small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis XXI ODE Dispraise of Loue and Louers follyes IF loue be life I long to dye Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Sc●pes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which loue do entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight I ft hap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the meade Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala XXII ODE To his Muse REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred breast Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choyce What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voyce Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and scorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine XXIII ODE To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st in vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thought'st thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threed thy fancy spun Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pitty thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shun the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lye not still for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and dye Yet neuer feare to flye XXIIII ODE A defiance to disdainefull loue NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to mooue thy mind What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as

Tyrant yet beloued still Wherein haue I deseru'd of you so ill That all my loue you should with hate requite And all my paines reward with such dispite Or if my fault be great which I protest Is onely loue too great to be exprest What haue these lines so harmelesse innocent Deseru'd to feele their Masters punishment These leaues are not vnto my fault consenting And therefore ought not to haue the same tormenting When you haue read them vse them as you lift For by your sight they shall be fully blest But till you reade them let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your furie saue Another Cleare vp mine eyes and dry your selues my teares And thou my heart banish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her heart disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet faire her eyes will not a looke deny To this sad story of thy miserie O then my deere behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kind of woes endure Of him whose head is made a hiue of woes Whose swarming number daily greater growes Of him whose senses like a Racke are bent With diuers motions my poore soule to rent Whose mind a mirror is which onely shewes The ougly image of my present woes Whose memorie's a poyson'd knife to teare The euer bleeding wound my breast doth beare The euer-bleeding wound not to be cured But by those eyes that first the same procured And that poore heart so faithfull constant true That onely loues and serues and honors you Is like a feeble ship which torne and rent The Mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the starres obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Port no Land no comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterly neglected With dreadfull terrour tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth daily hourely minuitly expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rocke or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne Another But yet of all the woes that do torment me Of all the torments that do daily rent me Ther 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least cannot be long endured As that so many weekes nay moneths and yeares Nay tedious ages for it so appeares My trembling heart besides so many anguishes T'wixt hope and feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your eyes your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'vnfained griefe which you do make me beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere loue the booke I meane I sent To your deere selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me away leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinkes on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hare both my selfe and gifts and letters too Another I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a minde So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart so bloody to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so milde lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had beene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say till your heart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore eies so much grace Freely to view the riches of your face And did so high exalt my lowly heart To call it yours and take it in good part And which was greatest blisse did not disdaine For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe When this I say I call vnto my mind And in my heart and soule no cause can find No fact no word whereby my heart doth merit To loue that loue which once I did inherit Despaire it selfe cannot make me despaire But that you 'le proue as kind as you are faire And that my lines and booke O would t' were true Are though I know 't not yet receiu'd by you And often haue your crueltie repented Whereby my guiltlesse heart is thus tormented And now at length in lieu of passed woe Will pittie kindnesse loue and fauour shoe Another But when againe my cursed memory To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That wither'd my young ioyes before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my earthly Paradise To glasse my sight in your two heauenly eies On which alone my earthly ioyes depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete rosie lips the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest kisse My greedy eares on your sweete words to feed VVhich canded in your sugred breath proceed In daintiest accents through that currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your hand so white so moyst so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloody theft VVhereby it closely me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenly conuersation By whose sweete charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louely presence haunt In stead of all these ioyes I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnesse frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words besides lookes nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vndeserued spight VVhen this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eyes let fall Nor wind of blustring sighes withall their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should finde grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterly abhorre me Another Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To try the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendor of your beauties hew Ah! try it on rebellious hearts and eyes That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and curelesse your eyes can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glory is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie FINIS

dreame The end of the Pastorals Of Elegies I. ELEGIE He renounceth his food and former delight in Musicke Poefie and painting SItting at boord sometimes prepar'd to eate If 't hap my mind on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth instead of pleasant meate And teares do moyst my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor te●res that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might ro chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A sudden passion did my mind displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournefull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increas'd And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releas'de If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweet delights were wont to case my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but grones would come Out of my pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my mind remain'd By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me strain'd From forth mine eyes the bloud for colour came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my soule to please Adieu my songs that bred my eares delight Adieu sweete Muse that oft my mind didst ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow find II. ELEGIE For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour DEeare why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I' st that my Pock-hol'd face doth beauty lack No Your sweete Sex sweete beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefely raiseth I' st that my musk-lesse cloathes are pl ine and blacke No. What wise Lady loues fine noddies With poore clad minds and rich clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My true Heart which I present you Should more then pearle or gold content you I st that my verses want inuention rare No. I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely shew it I st that I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhor you Dwell still in court the place fit for you I st that you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No. Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I st that your fauours iealous eyes suppresse No. only vertue neuer sleeping Both your faire minds and bodies keeping I st that to many more I loue professe Goddesse you haue my hearts oblation And no Saint else lips inuocation No none of these the cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer III. ELEGIE To his Lady who had vowed virginity EV'n as my hand my Pen and paper layes My trembling hand my Pen from Paper stayes Least that thine eyes which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid cease to moue you So that I feare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth hope the same despaire mislikes What hope sets downe those lines despaire out strikes So that my nursing murthering Pen affords A graue and cradle to my new borne words But whilst as clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad dispaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conqu'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature proffers Then either vniust beauty is to blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'd then nature is vniust Vniustly then nature hath hearts created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattring them with a faire seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deede did passe But it with wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdued Or making each mans heart your beauties thra ' You be enioye'd of no one at all For as the Lyons strength to seaze his pray And fearefull hearts light-foote to runne away Are as an idle talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue beauties bonds to shew By which mens eyes engaged hearts do owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raine But if these reasons being vainely spent You fight it out to the last argument Tell me but how one body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whilst mutually at strife they doe impeach The glasse and lustre proper vnto each So where one body ioyntly do inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both allegeance and command For selfe deuided Kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth thar And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste beauty so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night bereaue Fruitlesse affections endlesse threed is spunne At one selfe instant twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A marble heart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning eyes Deaths sable dart and Cupids arrow flyes Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy streames where each doth reigne as King Let tyrant chastities vsurped throne Be made the seate of beauties grace alone And let your beauty be with this suffie'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Blood-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest Conquerors doe townes desire On honorable termes and not with fire IIII. ELEGIE Her praise is in her want Shee onely is the pride of natures skill In none but her all graces friendlie meete In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancy vnder feete Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo V. ELEGIE Of

pleasure equally destroy me IIII. ODE Being by his absence in Italy depriued of her lookes words and gestures be desireth her to write vnto him MY only starre Why why are your deare eyes Where all my lifes peace lies With me at warre Why to my ruine tending Do they still lighten woe On him that loues you so 2 Hope of my heart O whereof do the words Which your sweete tongue affords No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure 3 Sunshine of ioy Why do your gestures which All eyes and hearts bewitch My blisse destroy And pitties skye ore-clouding Of hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre Which in your bosome seekes this only shrowding 4 Blame of my wound Why are your lines whose sight Should cure me with delight My poson found Which through my veines dispersing Make my poore heart and mind And all my sences find A liuing death in torments past rehearsing 5 Alas my fate Hath of your eyes leprlu'd me Which both kil'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned hate Your sweete voyce and sweete graces Which cloath'd in louely weeds Your cruell words and deeds Are intercepted by farre distant places 6 But O the Anguish Which presence still presented Absence hath not absented Nor made to languish No no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect I loued Th' effect is still in greatest force remaining 7 O cruell Tyger If to your hard hearts center Teares vowes and Prayers may enter Desi●t your rigour And let kind lines assure me Since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found That you that kil me yet at length wil cure me V. ODE His farewell to his vnkind and vnconstant Mistris SWeete if you like and loue me still And yeeld me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your heart If deere to you I be As you are deere to me Then yours I am and will be euer Nor time nor place my loue shall seuer But faithfull still I will perseuer Like constant Marble stone Louing but you alone But if you fauour moe then me Who loue thee deare and none but thee If others do the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If you delight to range And oft to chop and change Then get you some new fangled Mate My doating loue shall turne to hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble stone Louing not me alone VI. ODE A Presopopaeia Wherein his heart speakes to his second Ladies brest I Dare not in my Masters bosome rest That flaming Aetna would to ashes burne me Nor dare I harbour in his mistresse brest The frosty Climate into Ice would turne me So both from her and him I do retire me Least th' one should freeze me and th' other fire me Wing'd with true loue I flye to this sweete brest Whose snow I hope will coole but t'ice not turne me Where fire and snow I trust so tempred rest As gentle heate will warme and yet not burne me But O deare brest from thee I le ne'reretire me Whether thou coole or warme or freeze or fire me VIII ODE Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written as though it had beene an answere thereunto LAdy of matchlesse beauty When into your sweete bosome I deliuered A paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duty Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Rime restrain'd O then your thought abused was My hart close wrapt therein into your breast refused wa● When you that Scroule restor'd me With gratefull words kind grace and smiling merily My breast did swell with ioy supposing verily You answere did afford me But finding onely that I writ I hop't to find my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poyson of despaire in stead thereof infused had Why why did you torment me With giuing backe my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both heart and paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent me Hope you my Heart thence to remoue By scorning me my Lines my Loue No no your hope abused is Too deepe to be remou'd it in your brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it Deere with so spotlesse zealous firme Affection I loue your beauty vertue and perfection As nothing can expell it Scorne still my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Heart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused be For in my very soule your loue and lookes infused be VIII ODE Commendation of her beautie stature behauiour and wit SOme there are as faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature Some as tall and goodly be too But want beauty to their stature Some haue gracious kind behauiour But are foule or simple creatures Some haue wit but want sweete fauour Or are proud of their good features Onely you and you want pitty Are most faire tall kind and witty IX ODE That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN heau'n the blessed Angels haue their being In hell the fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the ayre are fleeing With finnes the people gliding Of water haue the enioying In fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspire To loue your beauty beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope and feares contention Earth holds my drossie wit and dull inuention Th' ill food of ayrie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares still flowing My weeping eyes are turned My constant heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspire In heau'n is no beauty more excelling In hell no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fire X. ODE His Lady to be condemned of ignorance or crueltie AS she is faire so faithfull I My seruice she her grace I merit Her beauty doth my loue inherit But grace she doth denie O knowes she not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force Her ignorance or cruelty As she is faire so cruell she I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which pities source should be Too well she knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Her vndeserued cruelty As she is faire so were she kinde Or being cruell could I wauer Soone should I either win her