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A13797	Alba The months minde of a melancholy louer, diuided into three parts: by R.T. Gentleman. Hereunto is added a most excellent pathetical and passionate letter, sent by Duke D'Epernoun, vnto the late French King, Henry the 3. of that name, when he was commanded from the court, and from his royall companie. Translated into English by the foresaid author.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.; Epernon, Jean-Louis de Nogaret de La Valette, duc d', 1554-1642.	1598 (1598)	STC 24096; ESTC S111433	52,678	150

alwaies swim And as a froward Tortoys backeward goe Not Night but Light giue me with those faire Eyes Fierce Serpents not milde Doues enuenomise To thee Deare Faire that mak'st me fare amisse To thee my Goddesse I my prayers make And prostrate fall before thy Shrine of Blisse Crauing of thee that them in worth thou take Whilest I to thee my Hart in humble wise Vpon thy beautious Altar sacrifise Peruse with kindenes this my sad complaint Since I with pacience doe abide the paine And but thy willing eare herewith acquaint So thy remembrance not forget the same Thy hart gainst me not still induratize But my sad thoughts in me retranquillize I will not leaue vntill I leaue to loue And leaue to loue I will not till I die But thy hard flintie Breast I le somewhat moue To moane my Griefe the cause I alwaies crie Crie will I to thee till my Voyce be ho●rse And neuer leaue thee till thou take remorse From thy faire eyes the Sunnes Pr●cursors bright This fire hath sprung which all my parts doth burne No Art-Enammeld lines that I do write No praies nor praiers to Mercie th●e ●an turne Yet come the worst the Age to come shall say I bare the prize for Constancie away Burnham Now earthly Goddesse haue thou some regarde To me thy seruant crauing what is iust Though long at last yeelde to me some rewarde Since I relie on thee and wholy trust Thinke on the pennance sore I doe endure Which to my Soule thine Absence doth procure Support my feeble Thoughts that scarse can moue For thou wert wont such better to commend Who would persist more loyall in their Loue And perseuere vnto the latest end Then those who whē Loues course they gan to run Would giue it ore before halfe way were done I cannot doe so for my longing Hart Is knit in thine in such perfection strange That Death these twaine in sunder cannot part Nor length of Time nor Places distance change Thy Be●utious Vertue Vertuous Beautie ti● That makes me ioy in noy take Bale for blis Ah where art thou kinde Friendship that of yore Still with thy cheerefull smile didst comfort mee And sweetely wouldst with me my state deplore When heauie sad and grieu'd thou didst me see Ah where are those Alcinoi daies as now I Metamorphosde am I know not how Cleere shines the Sonne yet shines it not on me Faire is the Morne yet dark●ned is my Light Others the Spring I Fall of leafe doe see Whilest I enioy no Day but gloomy Night Thou art the cause sweete ALBA for thy Loue In absence thine these bitter-Brunts I proue Whilest thou like Princesse entertained art By thy kinde Tenants in most dutious wise Seeking to shew the zeale of their pure Hart By all the pleasing meanes they can deuise Striuing who shall thee better entertaine Signes of thy welcome home to them againe I here am left alone all poste alone As LOVES true Pledge that lies for Faith to Pawne Onely to waite thy parture and to mone Whilest my Conceits on Sorrowes Tent are drawne Like to the Bird on solitarie branch Wailing his Mates sowre losse through hard mischāce Then louely thou my Harts deare Treasurer Let me obtaine this Fauour at thy Grace That tho● delay no longer nor defer But daine me once more see thy heauenly face Else here I vow if so thou come not soone Me shalt thou not see thou shalt see my Foome Now that my weary spirits do runne their race To those transplendent Lamps of ALBA faire And gazing there in vaine do plead for grace Leauing their ancient lodging nakte and bare She as their Foe stands on her Brauerie And passage to their Entrance doth denie They finding shut fast close milde Pities gate And seeing in what danger I remaine With haste returne from whence they came of late Retiring to their wonted Home againe Where they repose of Hope quite dispossest And there with Feare and Care together rest Disdaine those eyes spoyles that before were bright And fierce Desire that to reuenge hath minde Increaseth still in hart to worke me spite Deuising how to make her more vnkinde The or● the Bellowes vnto Furie blowes The other Slaue to wrathfull Anger showes But though to me she seemes as pitilesse Seeking my Death without cause to conspire Yet wi●● I beare with all wrongs nere the lesse Resolu'd to bide the vtmost of her Ire Against her wrath I le true and Humble be For Faith 's my Fence my Shield's Humilitie Poore Meleager being in disdaine With furious Altea cruell mother his She flang his fatall Brand in firie flame Long time kept by her as her chiefest blis So as through fire it did consumde decay His wretched life did peece-meale waste away Altea mine ALBA is Meleager I The fatall Brand where bides my life her Loue No longer then she keepes this happely For me no longer may my spirits moue Long time Affection kept it but as now She flings it in the flame with angrie brow Anger 's the Fire Suspect kindles the Flame Conceit 's the Bel●owes wherewith she doth blow Haste was the hand which flung it in the same The Coles Vnkindnes that did burne it so Ah but one drop of Water of her Grace If so I had t would quencht be in small space Thus do I burne and burning breathe my last And breathing last to naught consume away Like to that Lampe whose Oyle when it doth waste By lesser light and lesser doth decay Yet in this Fire I crie still for to moue her Ah pi●ie me th' vnhappiest loyall Louer Thou solitarie Mountaine Mount of Mone Pleasing to me mine only solace chiefe How like are we we two seeme but as One Since thou shewst sad and I still to haue Griefe Thou with wilde sauadge Woods art compast round And in my Breast sharp austere Thoughts are found The huger Hill in bignes thou dost show The more All thee vncouth and sauadge deeme The more that I in yeares in Loue do grow The more deformed Creature I do seeme Water from thee from euery side doth come And teares from out mine eyes as Fountaines run Thou dost abide the blustring furious winde The paine of skalding sighs perforce I feele Tempests and stormes to thee are oft vnkinde But worse to me is ALBAS Hart of steele Tho●●rooken art by Ioues sire from aboue And I am blasted with Lightning of Loue. Thou wantest Fruit and I am without Hart Only in this my Griefes do thine exceede That where as thou insensible still art I liuing feele too well the Brunt indeede Yet wert thou worse I like in thee to stay Since that my Pearle mine ALBA's gone her way O that I might my Griefes set downe at large And to the world make knowne mine Iniurie But I not dare the Cruell giues in charge Them to keepe close and This beare patientlie Being so grieuous as but part to know Would make the flintiest Hart to split for woe

face did see But this thou thinkst not of this is least part Now of thy minde nor hast thou hereof care This neuer comes God knowes into thy hart But as heat 's ioynd with fire and breath with aire So crueltie in Womens stomacks dwels Which with Disdaine as Furie alwaies swels Ye Valleys deep withouten bottome found Ye Hils that match with height the azure skie Ye Caues by Nature hollow vnder ground Where quiet rest and silence alwaies lie Thou gloomy Aire which euer to the sight Bringst darknes still but neuer cheerfull light Ye vncouth Paths ye solitarie walks Ye breakneck Rocks most ghastly for to see Ye dreadfull Dens where neuer any stalks And where scarce hissing Serpents dare to bee Ye fatall Vaults where murdred Corses lie Haunted with hatefull sprites continuallie Ye Wildernesses and ye Deserts wilde Ye strangie Shores nere yet inhabited Ye Places from all pleasures quite exilde Where sad Melancholy and Griefe is fled Heare me who am a shadow and a Ghost Damnd with eternall sorrow to be crost Heare me since I am come for to bewaile Mongst you my Faith my Constancie and Loue I hope with my lowd Cries and drerie Tale Though not the Heauens yet Hell at least to moue Since more the Griefes are which within me grow Then Heauen hath Pleasures or Hel Plagues below ●ow can the ship be guided without Helme ●he storme arising in a troubled Sea Needs must the churlish Waues it ouerwhelme Needs must it drowne and cast away must bee How should I liue and not my life enioy Feeding on Griefe what should I taste but Noy ●h Cupid thinke vpon thy Seruant true ● craue for my Deserts but some reward ●eeke mine Owne not more then is my due Hate for Goodwill to reape is too too hard If I for Well with Ill am payd againe Had I done ill what then had bin my paine Loue with Remembrance lieth in my breast All other Thoughts he cancels out of minde To thinke what 's past I cannot quiet rest Yet I in those Conceits strange Ioy doe finde Whils●●ow for her I think All I forsooke And wholly to her Grace my selfe betooke My wonted Mirth is turned into Mone Because my state is changde and altred quite In company I am as One alone Whilst what doth Others please doth me dispite Ah when shall I once from these Plagues be free Neue● lesse ALBA Mercie shew to mee My ioyles Hart a troubled Spring is like Which from the top● of matchles Alpes most hie Falls with a mightie noise downe headlong right By vncouth stony wayes most dreadfully Where all his Hopes he in the Deepe doth drowne A fatall signe of fortunes heauie frowne Darke pitchie clowdes of hugie Mountaines steepe The loftiest part do hide from Sunny heate Seeld any winde of Pitie there doth fleete Them to dissolue their thicknes is so great For no calme Aire of gentle Loue doth blow Where swelling Anger frets in furious show Thence doth my Tributarie Hart forth send Through peable stones now here now there along A little Brooke into the Sea to wend As signe that I my dutie would not wrong For ALBA mine Degree aboue Compar● A large Sea is of sundrie Beauties rare A bitter cause me bitter teares makes shed Whose enuious Stepdame is a Froward Will Which is by Selfe conceit too wanton fed Th' efficient cause that I these drops distill Which though in outward shew you white them see Yet pure Red blood they in my Bodie bee ●et baseborne Mindes of basest matters treate My selfe with them to trouble I not list The vulgar sort they know not what do speake VVhilst gainst the Truth and Vertue they persist HONOR 's the marke whereat I seeke to aime Shame light on them that think on beastly shame ●o many men so many Mindes they say Yet at the last Truth alwaies shall preuaile Bringing her vowed Foe vnto her bay Falshood I meane for all her masked Vaile No Woman blame I only I do seeke Swanlike to sing of my faire Sunne I le●ke The Beauties which in other Ladies be ● neuer had once thought for to disgrace Mine ALBA hath enough in store for me Thousand of Amours finde I in her face Her wo●ld I praise whose looks haue pleasde me euer From whom in hart disioynd I will be neuer Faine would I make mine infant Pen to swell Through feruent zeale to blaze her Deitie That he her praise as Oracle might tell Raising the same t 'the skies bright Canopie That she since she deserues might famous bee Beyond the Bounds of All●●ons vtmost Sea The Conclusion of the first Part. WHo so acquainted is not with my minde Nor knowes the Subiect faire of whom I write Nor how mine ALBA me to her doth binde Of whom I still discourse talke and endite How I doe hope how I doe feare and grieue How I doe die and how againe I liue Let him but LOVE seeke out and him demaund And he shall wonders strange to him declare Such as at Beauties gaze shall make him stand So exquisite so strange they be and rare Hee le tell him of so rich a Precious stone As like before hath been enioyde of none And if he be desirous for to know The Heauen where my faire Angell doth abide Northwest from Troynouant he will him shew Alongst which place faire MERSIE cleere doth glide WAR IN that TOVVNE LOVE Lordlik●●●epeth stil Yet she ore him triumphs with chastest will Some say she 's Louely Browne but I dare say She is Faire BEAVV SE so Faire as Faire may be Fairer then is the breake of beautious Day When sweete Aurora smileth in her glee Put why doe I praise her selfe praising Face I praise her not t is she her selfe doth grace R. T. THE SECOND PART OF THE MONETHS MIND OF A MELANCHOLY LOVER By R. T. Gentleman AT LONDON Printed by Felix Kingston for Matthew Lownes 1598. Alla Crudelissima THese few yet zealous line come● from my hart Dried with my Sighs and written with my Teares I send to her the Author of my smart ●hough subtill Serpent like she stop her eares VVho more to her I sue her Grace to gaine The more incenst against me doth remaine ● loue not I to pharisie nor praise My selfe for to her owne selfe I appeale ●f I deuoted haue not bin alwaies To do her good as one that sought her weale Heauens I forsweare and vtterly abiure If that my Faith be tainted or vnpure Malleuolent Malicious Planet Starre VVas it my Fortune so for to be borne My COTE so true to haue so crosse a BAR That for my seruice thus she should me skorne Must my deere Sunne eclipsed be with Spite Must enuious Clowdes still seeke to dark my Light VVhat remedie I le think t was Fortune mine And not her fault that wro●ght me all this paine Her Crueltie t was not but Destnie mine My selfe not she was cause of mine owne bane Yet shal the world by this my LOVES

doe Nor Loue obtaine in vaine t is then to sue Deare to my Soule for Deare I may thee call Since thou farre dearer then my selfe I holde When wilt thou rid me from this loathed thrall In which I am through Fancies bandes enrold When wilt thou keepe thy promise vnto mee Whereof no deedes but words I yet can see Why doubtfull still doest thou my ioyes prolong And driuste me of in dalliance without cause Me and thy selfe why doest thou double wrong To keepe thy word why so long doest thou pause Thus for to lo●e thy golden ●ime t is sin Which once being past againe thou canst not win Matters of state we vse to politize Procrastinating for aduantage great LOVE lingring hates and lothes to temporize Delaie's too ●olde for his orewarmed heate Ah doe not driue me of thus still in vaine Still for to lose t is much once let me gaine Dearer to me then th'apple of mine eyes Let word and deede but once for all agree Not any can in face thee equalize If but a little more thou kinde wouldst be Then with allusiue Sightes feede not me still But graunt at last for to performe my will Ye luke warme Teares which from my nere dride eyes Streame downe amaine like fountaines day and night Wende to my Lady in most humble wise And shew to her my most vnhappie plight Wende vnto her who outwardly in shew Seemes pittifull but inward is not so Weepe you ●o her and say I st possible A Creature that so courteous seemes to all Shoulde haue a hart more cruell and more fell Then Tiger harder then a stony wall Ah why seemes she not inwardly as kinde As she doth outward shew the world to blinde This my Icarian soaring boue my reach Though Beautie serenising fals my Hart How I ore bolde my headlong fall doth teach Whilest LOVE doth play gainst me a subtile part Yet Beauties Birth I am by her I breath Though liue against her fauour and her leaue Wilde fire with milke is quencht rigor with teares Yet naught her stubborne minde can mollifie Vnto my prayers she stops her deafened eares And with Despayre requites my Courtesie Thus am I still starre crossed in my Loue As one bewitcht with whom no good doth proue How long shall I diue in this vastie Sea To finde this Perle this Orient MARGARITE How long this bottome founding shall I be Yet nere attaine this precious Iewell bright My labors like to Hercules abound Who more he did the more to doe stil found I am too weake with Ospraies eyes to looke Against the fierie beames of this faire Sun Too great a Burthen haue I fondly tooke For my weake shoulders long since ouercome The more I seeke the farther I to finde Like to the wretch that of his sight is blinde My brused Bulwarke is not strong enough For to resist this beautious Batterie My yoke too small to draw so huge a plough Mine eyes too dimme such Brightnes to descries This sh●wes that as vnluckie I was borne To die vnfortunate I must not scorne Yet I le not leaue to intercessionate To her hard Breast for my too gentle Hart That if her Rigor she 'le not mitigate At least she 'le somewhat ease me of this Smart I onely craue if she 'le not yeelde reliefe T'adiourne my paine and to proroge my Griefe Thrise trebble blessed BRACELET rich in prise I enuie not thy perlie fret nor golde But fortune thine because in happie wise The place of perfect pleasure thou dost holde About that wrist thou turnst and windst so oft More white then Snow then thistle down more soft Base mindes loue Golde t is not thy Golde I steeme For this I onely value thee at much Because an Ornament th' art to be seene Of her white Hand yclept of right NONESVCH NONESVCH indeede whose Beautie is so rare As nere the like attainde the perfects Faire This is the cause so highlie I thee rate As all the golden Mines of Indian ground Nor Seas of Pearle can counteruaile thy state Wherein thou art this present to be found And if that trueth I shall confesse inde●●e The wealth of all the world thou dost exceede But when I marke how by strange cunning Art Faire louelie Haires with Pearle and Golde conioyne A pleasing ioy doth seaze vpon my Heart Whilest with strange pleasures Fancie feeds my mind So as sweete BRACELET thou dost rightly proue To be th' enchantment of bewitching LOVE Liue Louely Fame which when thou first didst take Possession of my Heart wert stony colde And bashfull but when entrance thou didst make Then as Triumphant thou didst keepe thy holde Changing both Thought state that where before Colde chillie Yee was hot Desire burnt sore If I thee honor worship serue and loue He knowes who guides the restles Globe on high But enuious Fates on me their force doe proue And me from thee haue banisht spitefully So that more paine I doe each houre abide Then if that thousands sorts of deaths I dide But fore that peereles matchles shape of thine The better part wherein my Soule doth rest Shall out of minde or memory of mine Whereby I only happy liue and blest All things shall chaunce impossible that be My selfe forget my selfe will I fore thee The Sunne shall lose his power and darke become The Skies shall melt and into horror fall The earth shall sinke the world be quite vndone And fore this chance all strange things happen shall Though now thou bidste in Albions fruitfull land And I where Mantuan Duke his Court doth stand Mantua Such as do liggen in Delight and ioy And haue what Hart can wish or Thought deuise Spending their time withouten dire Annoy Liuing amongst their friends in iocondwise And who with Loue of Ladies theirs are blest May in Eternam Requiem happie rest Me sillie Trauailer a pilgrim poore Who through hard hap these blessings all do misse Care doth become since want I do endure Of Countrie Friends and Loue my chiefest blisse And yet this CARE not Ill but well with mee Obseruing still Decorum doth agree A Trauailer farre from his Natiue coast With Care doth rise with Care him downe doth lay And though from piller tost he be to poste When All him leaue yet Care with him doth stay Not like vaine pleasure who away doth p●ake When he his Bark through want perceiues to leake Thanks then to Care of Poore the comfort chiefe The best companion that we Strangers finde In Countries strange forlorne without reliefe Who quiet gentle patient is and kinde Then constant CARE not Comfort I do craue And might I chuse I CARE with L. would haue This Tower this Castle this huge Prison strong Begirt with high and double fenced Wall Where I to be kept prisoner thus haue wrong Can neuer hurt nor do me harme at all Since I was pent here I am nothing changde But as before when I abrode still rangde This place restraines my Bodies libertie But