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A19943	A poetical rapsody containing, diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigalls, and other poesies, both in rime, and measured verse. Neuer yet published. The bee and spider by a diuerse power, sucke hony' & poyson from the selfe same flower.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1602 (1602)	STC 6373; ESTC S113564	68,412	238

st That your fauours iealous Eies suppresse No onely Virtue neuer-sleeping Hath your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping I st That to many moe I loue professe Goddesse you haue my Hearts oblation And no Saint else lippes inuocation No none of these The cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer A Quatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you prowdly quite it with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you SONNET IX To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeers-gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus WOrthily famous Lord whose Virtues rare Set in the golde of neuer-stain'd Nobilitie And noble minde shining in true humilitie Make you admir'de of all that vertuous are ●f as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deedes victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchles Tacitus would them historifie Thē Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd ●ut till your selfe or some such put them forth ●ccept of these as Pictures of your worth To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of Englist Poets Vpon his three seuerall sortes of Poesie Liricall in his Sonnets Tragicall in Rosamond and Cleopatra Heroicall in his Ciuill Warres OLympiaes matchlesse Son whenas he knew How many crowns his fathers sword had gaind With smoaking sighs and deep-fetcht sobs did rew And his braue cheekes with scalding teares bedew 〈◊〉 that kingdomes now so few remain'd ●y his victorious Arme to bee obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spenser erst so far had spred his fame That hee was Monark deem'd of Poesie Thou didst I gesse eu'n burne with Iealousie Lest Lawrell were not left enough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac'te In highest seate So hath thy Muse surpast Spenser and all that doe with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crown aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdoms share The mighti'st Kings in might did match alone ●o of thy skill the greatnes thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kinde with thee compare One sharde out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall ●ut only Alexander all did wield ●o in soft pleasing Liricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magit Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the Graces treasure Vertues hope his friends sole pleasure This small Marble Stone lies vnder Which is often moyst with teares For such losse in such yong yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead ●ut from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was far vnfit For thy Beautie Grace and Wit 3 Thou aliue on Earth sweete Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy In high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of DIDO O most vnhappy DIDO ●nhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow ●nhappy in thy Mate ●nd in thy Louer most vnfortunate 〈◊〉 treason th' one was rest thee 〈◊〉 treason th' other left thee ●hat left thee meanes to flie with ●his left thee meanes to die with ●he former being dead ●om Brothers sword thou fliest ●e latter being fled ●n Louers sword thou diest Piu meritare che conseguire FRA. DAVISON SONNET I. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines imparte The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my harte For beeing charm'd by the bewitching arte Of those inveagling graces which attend you Loues holy fire makes mee breathe out in parte The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eies If mine Eies sinne their sinnes cause onely lies On your brite eies which haue my hart inflamed Since eies loue lines erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my Affection SONNET II. Loue in Iustice punnishable only with like Loue. BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue finde fauour in your Eyes But that your Eyes as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which frō themselues doth rise Yet this my humble suite do not despise Let mee bee iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome doe equalise What er'e it bee it shal not be refused And since my Loue already is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice doome mee as I haue confessed For in my Doome if Iustice bee regarded My Loue with Loue againe shall bee rewarded SONET III. Hee calls his Eares Eyes and Hart as witnesses of her sweet voyce beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAyre is thy face and great thy wits perfection So fayre alas so hard to bee exprest That if my tyred pen should neue● rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their neast And that your face is such a flint-hard breast By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnes mine Eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine Eyes rauisht when you they see Beauty and Vertue witnesse Eyes and Eares In you sweet Saint haue equall soueraingntie But if nor Eyes nor Eares can prooue it true Witnesse my Hart their 's none that equalls you SONNET V. Prayse of her Eyes excelling all Comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot deuise Words fit to blaze the worth your Eies cōtains Whose nameles woorth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceed the name of eies Eyes they be not but worldes in which these lies More blisse then this wide world besides cōtains Worlds they be not but starres whose influence raignes Ouer my Life and Lifes felicities Stars they bee not but Suns whose presence driues Darknes from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my hart Since then in Earth nor Heau'n they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Lady to bee condemned of Ignorance or Crueltie AS shee is faire so faithfull I My seruice shee her grace I merit Her beautie doth my Loue inherit But Grace shee doth deny O knowes shee not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small Remorce For the guilt thereof must

craue it Thou wouldst be lou'de and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For virtue why of her alone I say so more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be aught but heate of youth MADRIGAL III. SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill In none but her al Graces friendly meete ●n 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 SMoothe are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lippes so is the swallowing Sand. Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweet is thy promise but it wil not stand Smooth soft faire sweet to thē that lightly tuch Rough hard foule sowre to them that take too much Thy looks so smoothe haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thoght that hooks 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 mee with desire Thy wordes so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lippes that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine PHALEVCIACKS II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despayre am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from eue to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my hart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beams of her Eies Apollo darkning Life and light do I loose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her Eyes beholding Death and life I refuze not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them L'ENVOY in ryming Phaleuciacks MVse not Lady to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedy for ease requireth When sweet Ioy did abound I writt the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lyes it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my hart with gladnesse SONNET IIII. WRongde by Desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite therby Rash was Reuenge and sware desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my Hart in rage hee hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my Eares disdainfull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine Eyes with scornfull traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my hart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor hee from mee nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable The loue of chāge hath chāg'd the world throwout And nought is counted good but what is strang New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in mee But as I am so will I alwayes bee For who can change that likes his former choice 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 choyce is made change he that list for mee Such as I am such will I alwaies bee 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 alwaies bee Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight 〈◊〉 heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought ●●ne inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full Content desiers no Change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes bee R●st then my Hart and keep thine olde delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so wil I alwayes bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of fame of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'de 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 alwayes be Iamais aulire To his Eies VNhappy Eies the causers of my paine That to my foe betray'd my strongest hold Wherein he like a Tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason solde Too late you call for help of me in vaine Whom Loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my Heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moon-light THe night say all was made for rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the ready way That brought mee to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I inioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe fayre Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To loose the prayse of Beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I prayse Whose nights are cleerer then the dayes Vpon her Absence The summer Sun that scalds the groūd with heate And burns the Grasse dries the Riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Gote 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

they still lighten woe On him that loues you so That all his thoughts in you haue birth and ending II. Hope of my Hart O wherefore do the wordes Which your sweet tongue affoordes No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth Disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure III. Sunne-shine of Ioy Why doe your Gestures which All Eies and Hearts bewitch My blisse destroy And Pities skie o're-clowding Of Hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre Which in your bosome seekes his onely shrowding IIII. Balme of my wound Why are your lines whose sight Should cure me with delight My poyson found Which through my veines dispersing Doth make my heart and minde And all my senses finde A liuing death in torments past rehersing V. Alas my Fate Hath of your Eies depriu'd mee Which both kill'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned Hate ●our sweet Voice and sweet Graces Which cloathde in louely weedes Your cruell wordes and deedes ●re intercepted by farre distant places VI. But O the Anguish Which Presence still pretended ●bsence hath not absented Nor made to languish ●o no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect I loued ●h'effect is still in greatest force remaining VII O cruell Tyger 〈◊〉 to your hard harts Center ●eares Vowes and Prayers may enter Desist your rigour ●nd let kind lines assure mee Since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found ●hat you that kill me yet at length will cure mee MADRIGAL V. Allusion to the Confusion of Babell THe wretched life I liue In my weake Sences such confusion maketh That like th' accursed Rabble That built the Towre of Babble My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadly hates m● My cheefest Good her that 's my cheefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole Hope that with despaire amates mee My Balme I call her that with poyson fills m●● And her I terme my life that daily kills mee SONNET VI. Vpon her acknowledging his Desarte yet reiecting his Affection IF Loue conioyn'd with worth and great desarte Merit like loue in euery noble minde Why then doo I you still so cruell finde To whom you do such praise of worth imparte And if my Deere you speake not from your harte Two haynous wrongs you do together binde To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blinde And yet my Loue with hateful deedes to thwarte To want what one deserues engreeues his paine Because it takes away all selfe-accusing And vnder kindest words to maske disdaine Is to a vexed Soule too much abusing ●hen i ft bee false such glosing words refraine 〈◊〉 true O then let worth his due obtaine SONNET VII Her Answere in the same Rimes IF your fond Loue want worth and great desarte Then blame your selfe if you me cruell finde If worth alone moue euery noble minde Why to no worth should I my loue imparte And if the lesse to greeue your wounded harte I seeke your dazled eies with words to blinde To iust disfauour I great fauor binde With deeds and not with words your loue to thwarte The freeing of your minde from selfe-accusing By granting your deserts should ease your paine And since your fault 's but loue t' were some abu● sin With bitter words t'enuenom iust disdaine Then i ft bee true all glozing I refraine If false why should no worth worths due obtaine ODE V. His Farewell to his Vnkinde and Vnconstant Mistresse SVVEETE if you like and loue mee still And yeelde me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your hart If deere to you I bee As you are deere to mee 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 than mee Who loue thee still and none but thee If others doe the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If that you loue to range And oft to choppe 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 A Prosopopoeia Wherein his Hart speakes to his second Ladies Breast Dare not in my masters bosome rest That flaming Etna would to Ashes burne mee ●or dare I harbour in his Mistris brest ●he frosty Clymate into yce would turne mee So both from her and him I do retyre mee Lest th' one should freeze me the other fire me Wing'd with true Loue I flie to this sweet Brest Whose Snow I hope wil cool but t'yce not turn me Where fire and snow I trust so tempred rest ●s gentle heate will warme and yet not burne mee But O deere Brest from thee I le ne're retire me Whether thou cool or warm or freeze or fire me ODE VI. 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 ●hen into your sweet Bosome I deliuered 〈◊〉 paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duety Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Ryme restraind O then your thought abused was My Hart close wrapt therein into your Brest infuse wa● When you that Scroule restor'de me With grateful words kind grace smiling merrily My brest did swell with ioy supposing verily You answer did afford mee But finding only that I writt I hop't to finde my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poison of Dispaire in stead thereof infused had Why why did you torment mee With giuing back my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both hart paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent mee Hope you my Hart thence to remoue By scorning mee 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 you my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Hart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused bee For in my very soule your loue lookes infused be ODE VII Commendation of her Beauty Stature Behauiour and Witt. ●Ome there are as faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature ●me as tall and goodly bee too ●t want Beauty to their stature ●me haue gratious kinde behauour ●t are fowle or simple Creatures ●me haue witt but want sweet fauour ●r are proud of their good features Only you in Court or Citty Are both fayre Tall Kinde and Witty MADRIGALL VI. To her hand vpon her giuing him her Gloue O Hand of all handes liuing The softest moistest whitest ●ore