in heauen to liue Another AS each man spics a time his griefe for to bewayle And doth poure out from baylefull breast the woes that him annoy So haue I seuerde out this time in hope for mine auaile To shew my frende my griuoues panges and eke my blisfull ioy The woeful plight which present now I doe in brest sustaine The pleasures eke which now are past I will to minde them call For too too long in secreate breast I haue them kepte with paine With sighes that boyles from out my breast most bitter like to gall There was a time when as I set my loue vpon a Lasse And lente my lyking out to loane to lull my lyking lust Because she present in mine eye me thought did all surpasse But sure within her secrete breast did harboure then no trust For after we had dwelt awhile in pleasures sweete delight And husht our sences both asleepe as lyk'd oure persons best Then crept there in this croppe of care which wrought me this despight And tooke from me the louing Lasse and did disturbe our rest And now doe I appeale to you take pittie if you may On him that is tormented still with woes his life that weare And for thou art a faithfull frende loe thus of thée I pray Let not this frowarde happe of mine my tender heart still feare Another COnsider well I pray the lines that here I wright Nought els but dole and dolefull thinges I profer to thy sight No cause at all I haue to write of any ioy My minde is whelmde in deepe distresse and tombled in annoy My serses all doe quake to thinke vpon my griefe For to bewaile my woefull happe that cannot finde reliefe What fauoure shoulde he haue whom fortune hath defide By rigor of the law t is harde for any to be tride By Law why saide I so no Law there is I thinke That barres true louers from their ioyes but he that stil doth winck And blinking like a bussarde foole can laugh to see our woes And nothing for our helpe will he seeke out the Lord he knowes Oh would it were in me poore soule the waggish God to tame If he then wrought vs such despight in me then were the blame But why doe I now wish for thinges which passe my reach It were as much for me to craue fine Tullie for to teach Good Lady yet geue eare a while and heare my woefull plaint Seeke I beseech to search his wound whome loue doth sore attaint And do not stil reiect your thrall whē as he doth cōplain And think not light the direfull panges that I for you sustaine Ten thousand griefes a day I feele ten times ten moe woes And eke a thousande thousande sighes my pensiue harte out throws I liue a thousand times a day I die ten thousand more And yet I am as neere of thee as I haue bene of yore Let pittie once take place and moue thy louing minde That I for all my torments past some fauoure once may finde Another GOod Lordinges geue me leaue a while to beate my braynes about a toy The further that I wade therein the deeper wade I in annoy The lesse I thinke thereon in sooth the greater blisse shal happe to me The fewer times I heare thereof the happyer man sure shal I be The lesse in sight the better luck the furthest of the most at ease And yet this is the straungest case for life I dare it not displease For life and all thereon depende what resteth then for to ensue My Ladie barres I may not tell therefore deare hartes count you it true For if I once knew what it mente her should I haue that me it sent Philomelas fie FIe flattering face in an vnfaithfull frend Fie on mischaunce where neuer was mistrust Fie fonde desire that findes dispightfull ende Fie fie that faith should euer proue vniust Fie frowarde fate which makes me singing crie Fie fortune fie and falshoode fie fie fie But fie for shame this songe yealdes small delight When euerie note doth runne on fie fie fie Oh waigh the cause is her accursed spight Which makes her thus lament her miserie It is her note so swéete and not her song Whereto we loue to listen too so long So may my note séeme swéete although my fie May séeme perhaps a most vnpleasaunt worde Although I sing in harte alas I crie Fie pleasure fie I must with this poore byrde Goe shroude my selfe as one with sorrow slayne Till merry May may make me rise againe And then this Birde shal come and singe with me Such heauenlye notes as may each eare delight And euery one that doth my sorrow see Shall curse the cause of my accursed spight And some al night shal gladly leaue their nest To heare recorde of our vnquyet rest Alta peto THe hautie Larke that fayne would sit on hye And yet perforce long time doth sitte below Will vp at last although he gaine thereby To his decay a deadly ouerthrow Which makes my harte that highly would aspire Séeke how to clime to height of my desire To prowle for pence such gayne yealds simple share To fight for flies the conquest were but small To gaine contente my minde shal only dare To venture death in clyming though I fall But careful hope must hoyse me bp alofte Least footing fayle and then I fall not softe And when I clime the trée shal be of life The fruite of faith the field the ground of grace My ladder loue and care my cutting knife To proyne such sprigges as may annoy the place Reason the ground to stay me from a fall And hope my holde to touch the toppe of all A Gentleman mislyking of his Mistres sente her at his departure these sixe sower lines for a farewell ALthough you count your hauen a sea of blisse I nothing like to anchore in your fludde I feare in faith so sweete the water is that ouer vse hath made the bottome mudde And south to say I cannot well away in common cockex to put my barke in bay Farewell foule false and filthie forger P. I. The Mistres of this gentleman hauing more cause to dislike of him then he to misleeke of her requiteth him with these sixe lines following THe seas you seeme to set so little by no harbor is for euery rotten barke Let be the floud and let the Anchor lie It flotes not here you neede not therefore carke And sooth to say the bay beares such a grace vnnethes it likes to harbor ought so base Farewell fonde false fleering and fantasticall foole P. M. Verses out of Borbonius MArcus Auarus heri cum se suspendere vellet sexque obulis misero restis emenda foret Territus hoc pretio restim inquit non emo tanti quinque obulis tandem conuenit atque perit MArke Miser yesterday I harde the hanging crafte would trie And vnder three pence caitife wretch no halter could he by I buy no roapes so
the aliaunce that Hannibal soughte to haue with him which vpon what occasion I know not he greatly misliked and would in no wise geue his consent therunto perswading his Father very earnestly for diuers causes that he thought reasonable to breake of this match and in no wise to suffer it to go forward wherin the old man folowinge his Sonnes aduise did in all things as he desired him and answered Hannibals frends accordingly when they came to know his resolution in the matter The two louers vnderstanding how contrary to their expectacion al things were fallen out as it is our humane nature to desire that which is most denyed vs more desirous now then at any tyme before to be together and frely to enioy each other Camilla said to her beloued Hannibal what are not we handfast can we be put a sonder with a safe conscience no verely and therefore to make the matter more assured as I may very well without offence to Godward I will this night admit you to my bed wherefore if about midnight you will repaire to my Fathers house my maide that is alredie priuy to all that hath passed betwene vs shall geue her attendaunce at the back gate to let you in when you come whereunto Hannibal verie glad of so good an offer willingly consented and when the hower was come went with all speede to the place appoynted and was priuely conducted by the maid to Camillas chamber who receiued him very courteously and he imbrasing and kissing her with great affection rauished with exceding ioy through this his vnexpected pleasure his sences failing him he pittifully dyed in the armes of his deare Camilla who seing this straunge aduenture twixte feare and grefe was so grieuouslie tormented that being vnhable longe to endure it at the last she fell doune deade vpon the corpes of her beloued Hannibal The pore maide that was present behoulding this pitifull tragedie and séeing no hope of recouerie in them cried for helpe so loud as she could Claudius that lay not farre of being awakened with this sodaine clamour came running into his sisters chamber with his weapons readie drawne in his hand to see what was the cause thereof and beholding there this pitifull spectacle knowing it was the bodie of Hannibal that then lay by his sisters not stayinge to heare what the mayde would say to him presently stabbed her in with his dagger and so leauing her for dead retourned againe to his owne chamber In the morning this straunge accident being noysed throughout the whole towne and at the last coming to the eares of the Gouernour he caused the mayd to be examined that was not then fully dead and vnderstanding by her how all thinges had passed caused Claudius to be apprehended and within two days after the maid dying condemned him to be beheded wherupon he was presently executed in the place appoynted for the punishment of all offenders The two louers likewise with great lamētation were both buried in one tombe very sumptiously prepared in perpetuall remembraunce of their incomparable amitie A Prince being enamoured of a bewtifull gentlewoman perceiuing a fauowred seruant of his to be greatly tormented for the loue of the same gentlewoman geueth him leaue to enioy her and quencheth his owne heate by an other meane A Certaine Prince whose name I nede not rehearse soiorning for his pleasure in the towne of Blais had amongest all his folowers one that he specially fauoured who walking one day abroad for his pleasure beheld by chaunce a very bewtifull gentlewoman that was wyfe to a welthie merchant of the Toune and findinge in her as he thought so many good giftes as he neuer sawe in any in all his lyfe before he became so greatly enamoured of her that he could neuer be in quiet but was continualy troubled in mind practising by all meanes possible to find a remedie for his newe passion and so behaued him selfe that the gentlewoman well perceyuing his purpose being vāquished with the like affection did by her lookes and iestures geue him playnly to vnderstand that she liked wel of his frendly offers and would willingly satisfie his desire if oportunitie did serue Duringe these hopes the Prince his maister made a solemne feast whereunto were asembled all the Ladies gentlewomen of any reputation in the Cittie amongest whome this gentlewoman before spoken of was one who for her bewty neatenes in apparel and comely behauiour did as far surmount the rest as the prettie pigion doth the fowle black rauen or the fairest spring the filthiest pudle to be short there was no comparison betwene them so greatly did they differ in all thinges which the youthful Prince perceyuing and wondringe greately at such excellent bewtie as she on the other side did at his royaltie and the rare perfections that she perceyued to be in him loue by and by atached both theire hartes and inflamed them with such affection each towards other that they instantly desired a spedie end of their amorous procedings and so finely they handled the matter that before they parted it was concluded betwene them that the next night her husband being from home they would mete at her house and satisfie each other with full assurance of theire vnfained amitie The loue of this gentlewoman beinge thus remoued from the Seruant to the Maister the last stode so greatly in her grace that the first was in a maner quite forgotten her swete lookes cōuerted to rigorous regards she now set him at nought whome before she highly estemed which sodaine alteration so tormented the mind of this pore gentleman and draue him into such extreame passions that being quite altred from that he was wont to be he semed rather a deade image then a liuinge creature In these extremities he withdrue himselfe into his chamber and taking his lute in hand songe thereunto as foloweth Both loue and death are now become my foes Of libertie hath loue bereft me quite So death denyes his due to end my woes And lets me liue to worke me more despight A wretched life that lasteth all too long Since all things tornes contrary to my mind My mind is grieu'd to bide such open wrong Such open wrong as no redresse can find Yet see I well the cause of all my griefe Springs from the place where lay my most delight A small delight that lendes so bad reliefe A bad reliefe that so bereaues my right And to an other voide of like desert Yeldes that which should requite my passed paines A grieuous case a cause that cuts my hart So much the more because no helpe remaines But thus resolu'd that whilst my life shall last I will no more a womans words beleue This hurt once heald I hope my heate is past And then no more it shall my senses grieue To thinke on loue or louers wanton toyes I leaue that life to such as like it best Let them sucke sorrow from their secret ioyes I will hence forth
seas in rest may chaunce to him that chaunceth best How sundrie sowndes with lead and lines into the deepe the shipman throwes No foote to spare he tries ofte times no neare when hoe the master blowes If Neptune frowne all be vndone straightway the shippe the wracke hath wone Those dangers great doe ofte befall on those that shores vpon the sande Iudge of their liues the best who shall how vile it is few vnderstande Alack who then may iudge the game not they which haue not felte the same But those that saile in storme and winde and dayes and yeares haue spente therein Such wel may iudge since proofe they finde in rage no rest till calme againe No more may those that loue doe fayne geue iudgement of true louers payne Another ARise o noble Sidney now and heare the merry Robin singe The birdes on euery bushe and bough with warbling make the woods to ringe Dame Flora fresh in mantle gréene doth waight vpon a mayden Quéene And out are gone by breake of day a worlde of Dames to bring in May. When Phebus shines in loftie skies and Luna yealdeth vp her light T is time for waking wittes to rise and bidde adue the drowsie night Greate sleepers haue but little health the wise will walke and vse his skill The sluggarde wantes both wit and wealth and liues in néede and scareslie still Arise o noble Sidney c. The labourer findes his feeding sweete the idle heades haue idle braynes The slothfull sheepe hath simple sprites and much desires and litle gaynes The house but breedes greate cares in brest the fielde takes toyes from troubled mynde As griefe and sicknes folow rest so health through laboure must men finde Arise o noble Sidney c. As bees seeke hunny out of flowers and trauailes farre for pleasures sake So man delightes in summer bowers and for sweete things some toyle must take For needfull sleepe the bed is good whilst night be clips the world about But in the day each lustie blood on hills or dales are walkinge out Arise o noble Sidney c. Since Maye doth come so kindly in and doth reioyce both man and boy With mirthe we do this May begin in hope to end the yeare with ioy A soldier doth this daybell ringe who wisheth well to worthy wight And we poore boyes his farewell singe to worthy Sidney noble knight Arise o noble Sidney c. A Riddle A Thinge there is a frende tolde me that none can feele nor heare nor sée Which bréedeth many deadly smarte and eke with griefe consumes the harte For which is found none other ease but one the cause of the disease Now this is my desire of thee to be resolude what this may be Answere THe thinge that breedeth such a griefe as but by it finde no reliefe Is straunge yet not so straunge I trow but one by studie soone may know And at a venture this I gesse T is Loue. And why smile you I Smile to see the world so full of toyes I smile to see that toyes should so delight I smile to shew by signes such secrete ioyes as but for shame would make me laugh outright To shew such mirth as manners doe conceale and smiles in kinde can neuer halfe reueale But for I see that laughing is too light and smiling shewes a modest merry minde I will conceale my secrete sweete delight saue by a smile you may my fancie finde Then why I smile the cause be sure is this somewhat is well I say not what it is I smile to thinke what what that what may be I smile agayne at prettie iestes I finde And now I smile at secrete smiles I see I smile in signe to shew a merry minde And so I leaue to write but not to smile mirth among friendes may be alone awhile And why sigh you I Sigh to sée the world so ful of woes I sigh to thinke of secret miserie I sigh to shew that speach may not disclose I sigh and could and but for shame would crie That teares might tel such tormentes of the minde as sighes nor sobbes can neuer shew in kinde But for I sée that women vse to wéepe and gallante mindes their secrete griefe conceale I will awhile vnséene my sorrowes keepe least womanlike I doe my woes reueale Then why I sigh the cause be sure is this I say not what but somewhat is amisse I sigh to thinke that somewhat is so much as that in some there cannot be much more I sigh to thinke my secreat sorrow such as makes my harte to sigh and sobbe so sore And so I leaue to wright but sighing still to shew by sighes that sighing wil me kill Plus amour que la vie MY chaunce was good who can say nay my happe was hitte that instant time When I for solace séemde to goe to gardeâ—â—e in the springing prime Whereas me thought I saw did clime Faire gallante girles the one was such As to recount it grieues me much They climde but whether would you know trust me in truth I cannot tell Mine eyes were dazeled with the show of her which I did marke too wel For why of troth she did excell And so surpaste the other traine That they but shadowes seemed plaine The other three were Venus ioyes in whome the Goddes tooke delight She keepes them from all dire annoyes if they complaine it makes her spight She is their Patrones by right Wherefore in them she sutes her showes And nothing cares for mine God knowes But why should I graue at their gaine Minerua is the patrone deare Which shields my ladie from the paine that Venus brattes feede for their cheere These wantons thinke they haue no peere Till sturdie Mars doth lay the baight And then they crie Peccaui straight The glistering glee which they retayne the outwarde shewes of Venus ioyes The curled heare the faces plaine the fine proportion of her boyes My Lady countes them all as toyes And thinkes that trickes her passing trimme Out of their waues of woe to swimme Well since my Deare thou hast begoon in Dians sacred fieldes to walke Where all the vertues still doe woon and flowers croppe from daintie stalke There rest thou still with them to walke And let me languish still in woe For that is al I craue you knowe Another TO vaunte before the conquest gotte to triumph still fore victorie Were too too diffamous a blotte if happe should hit the contrarie So that I saide it is the wisliest done Neuer to vaunte till victorie be won And then to vaunte and double vaunte it too to triumph then it were to thee no blame For so of right thou oughtest then to dooe because thy foe of right doth beare the shame Thy triumph then doth merite nought but this with Lawrell bowe for to be crownde I wis But what deeme you him worthy for to be which triumphes still before the conquest gotte If then a iudge you will allow of me he sure