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cause_n	woe_n	woeful_a	wretched_a	14	3	8.3925	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06181	Scillaes metamorphosis: enterlaced with the vnfortunate loue of Glaucus VVhereunto is annexed the delectable discourse of the discontented satyre: with sundrie other most absolute poems and sonnets. Contayning the detestable tyrannie of disdaine, and comicall triumph of constancie: verie fit for young courtiers to peruse, and coy dames to remember. By Thomas Lodge of Lincolnes Inne, Gentleman.	Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.	1589 (1589)	STC 16674; ESTC S109632	25,133	50

with the wind and haue no hold in loue Finis 3 THe heauens inclinde to change are passing cleere Their showres restraind make billowes of mine eies Their windes made calme within my breast appeere Which dims the aire with sighs and heauie cries My frozen loue hath laid the frost adowne These snowes restraind serue to congeale my heart This pleasant spring my stormie sorrowes frowne Goe lying bookes cease fooles to boast your art And marke the cause my Mistres smiles and lowres Makes cleere the heauens clowdes my heart with showers Finis 4 I Will become a Hermit now and doo my penance straight For all the errors of mine eyes with foolish rashnes fild My hermitage shall placed be where mellancholies waight And none but loue alone shall knowe the bower I meane to build My daylie diet shall be care made calme by no delight My dolefull drinke my drierie teares amidst the darkesome place The fire that burnes my heedles heart shall stand in stead of light And shall consume my wearie life mine errors to deface My gowne shall be of spreding gray to clad my limmes withall My late repent vpon my browe shall plainlie written be My tedious griefe and great remorse that doth my soule enthrall Shall serue to plead my wearie paines and pensiue miserie Of faintfull hope shall be my staffe and daylie when I pray My mistris picture plac't by loue shall witnes what I say Finis 5 IF that I seeke the shade I sodeinlie doo see The God of Loue forsake his bow and sit me by If that I thinke to write his Muses pliant be If that I plaine my griefe the wanton boy will crie If I lament my cares he dooth increase my paine If teares my cheeks attaint his cheeks be moyst with mone If I disclose the wounds the which my heart hath slaine He takes his Fascia off and wipes them drie anone If that I walke the woods the woods are his delight If I my selfe torment he bathes him in my blood He will my Souldier be if once I wend to fight If seas delight he steeres my barke amid the floud In briefe the cruell God dooth neuer from me goe But makes my lasting loue eternall by my woe Finis 6 WEarie am I to wearie Gods and men Wearie am I to weep so manie teares without some succor Wearie am I my wretched state to ken Wearie am I to see my wofull yeares consume with dolor These mounts these fields these rocks these waues these woods Resigne their ecchoes to my wofull cries too much disdained These lambes these kidds these bullockes leaue their foods These flowers this grasse with mourning parched lies to see me pained Naught vnder Sunne that hath not tasted change My bitter griefe alone abideth still without departure Accurst be Loue that wrought this wonder strange Boading my sorowes by my wanton will that causde my smarting O quiet life fore past why hast thou left The wofull shepheard wearie of his paine to feed on sorrow Oh weeping eies of wonted ioyes bereft Why leaue you him whom lucklesse Loue hath slaine to view the morrow My faintfull flocke dooth languish and lament To see their master mourning his mischance this iolly season My bagpip's broke my roundelaies are blent My rebecke now my solace to aduance accounts it geason Yet not alone sheepe lambes kidds weep my woe But rockes for ruth and birds for sorow plaine my wofull wending Then cruell Loue vouchsafe me to forgoe My wretched life the cause of mickle paine and make mine ending The rockes their brookes with murmuring noyse shall weepe The birds their songs with warbling notes shall sing and full of pleasure My flockes shall feed although their master sleep And to my graue their falling fleeces bring their natiue treasure Solace each where shall raigne when I am dead No care no woe no sorrow shall preuaile but well contented Poore I shall sleep when cursed Loue is fled That first with furie did the fields assaile where I frequented Finis 7 THe earth late choakt with showers Is now araid in greene Her bosome springs with flowers The aire dissolues her teene The heauens laugh at her glorie Yet bide I sad and sorie The woods are deckt with leaues And trees are cloathed gaie And Flora crownd with sheues With oaken boughs dooth play Where I am clad in blacke The token of my wracke The birds vpon the trees Doo sing with pleasant voices And chaunt in their degrees Their loues and luckie choices When I whilst they are singing With sighs mine armes am wringing The Thrushes seeke the shade And I my fatall graue Their flight to heauen is made My walke on earth I haue They free I thrall they iolly I sad and penciue wholly 8 WHen with aduice I weigh my yeares forepast And count the course that in my youth I kept How my fond eies on garish beautie plast Dimde by desires in vaine opinion slept For euerie looke and thought with teares I crie I loath the faults and follies of mine eie By which my heart was burnt with scorching flame Growing to head by stealth of idle time Whom oft my lookes with blushing red did blame But follie fixt before it grew to prime So for my wanton lookes with teares I crie I loath the faults and follies of mine eie Oh wanton looks yee foes of sad forecast That wept the teares of will and not repent Now see the end how fickle faire is past And crimson cheekes with crooked yeares are spent And blame your selues and helpe my carefull crie Who loath the faults and follies of mine eye Finis 9 HAnd heart and eye toucht thought and did behold A lock a ioye a looke of great delight Lookes sweet ioyes rare but lockes of beaten gold Hearts ioye eyes lookes hands touch so pleasde my sight That what I would by eye hand heart I trie And what I am is but hand heart and eye Finis 10 IF hollowe eyes if wan and wearish face If scalding sighes my secret suites bewray Loe loue those lookes that want their former grace And dying thoughts which secret ioyes betray And grant me this that either death may ease Or humble suite my mistris wrath appease Whose dire disdaine more pines my fainting heart Than Aetnaes flame that fumes both night and day Whose wisedome when it measures by desart Dissolues my doubts and driues my woes away Whose lookes if once they yeeld me beames of grace Discharge the furrowes that befret my face Twixt hope and happe my shippe doth beare a saile The Seas are sighes the Ancker slipper ioye Would Sea and Ancker both and tacke might faile So land of loue were gain'd to foile annoye I say no more the teare that last did fall On latter line can shewe and open all Finis 11 A Satyre sitting by a riuer side Foreworne with care that hardlie findes recure A straying Nymph in passion did deride His teares his care her smiles her scornes assure He wept she wisht and all their thoughts among Fancie beheld and sung this carefull song Perhaps the furrowes in thy wrinckled face Growne by thy griefe abate thy wonted forme Perhaps her eye was formde to yeeld disgrace And blemisht that which wit may not reforme Perhaps she will if so thou list to proue Perhaps she likes and yet she dares not loue But if perhaps thy fortune be so faire Laugh Satyre then it proues a pretie prize And if thou wilt so liue to shunne dispaire As looking long thou keepe thy proper eyes This said she ceast the Nymph she fled away And good perswasion causde the Satyre play 12 FAire Phoebus flowre vpon a sommer morne Gan proud with loue to shewe her painted pride And gay with glorie with a curious scorne Disdainde those buds that blossom'd her beside When Rose and Lillies Violets and Balme Scarce warm'd to worke their beauties to a flowre With enuious wrath neere to a water calme Beheld my Phillis in a happie howre Not wak't nor wonne too much with solemne sleepe But sweetlie slombring they beheld my Saint The Rose and Lillies both together creepe The one her lip the next her cheeke did taint And both they spread the Violet consum'd To gentle ayre her amber breath fulfilled Apollo feeling all the aire perfumde With gentle beames into her eyes distilled His flowre amaz'd gaue Rose and Lillies place The Sunne his shine within her eyes containeth The Rose her lips the Lillies decke her face The Violet within her breath remaineth Lenuoy THen cease fond men henceforth to boast your flowers Since Roses Lillies Violets are ours And Phoebus flowre doth homage to their powers And Phillis eye his glorious beames deuours FINIS