in interchange Blind mine eyes enuie that the may not range SONNET LXXX Long wish't for death sent by my mistresse doome Hold take thy prisoner full resolu'd to dye But first as cheefe and in the highest roome My soule to heauen I doe bequeath on hye Now readie to be seuer'd from thy loue My sighes to ayer to Christall springes my teares My sad complaintes which thee could neuer moue To mountaines desolate and deafe my feares ◅o Lambes beset with Lyons my dispare To night and irksome dungeons full of dread Then shalt thou finde when I am past this care My tormentes which thy cruelties haue bredde In heauēs clouds springs hard mountaines lambes night Here once vnited then disseuer'd quite SONNET LXXXI O kingly ielousie which canst admitte No thought of com-peeres in thine high desier Loues bastard daughter for true-loues vnfitte Scaulding mens harts with force of secret fier Thou poysoned cancour of much-bewteous loue Fostred of enuies pappes with wrathfull rage Thou which doest still thine owne distruction moue With eagles eyes which secret watch doth wage With Peacockes feete to steale in vnawares With prognes winges to false suspect which flyes Which vertues hold in durance rashly dares Prouoker and maintayner of vaine lyes Who with rich vertues and faire loue possest Causelesse hast all to thine harts hell adrest SONNET LXXXII The chariot with the steed is drawne along Shippes wing'd with windes swift houer on the waues The stubborne plowes are hayl'd with Oxenstrong Hard Adamant the strongest yron craues But I am with thy bewtie strongly forc'd Which full of courage drawes me like the steede Those windes thy spirite whence cannot be diuorc'd Mine hart the shippe from danger neuer free'd That strong conceipt on thy sweet bewtie lade The strong neck't Oxe which drawes my fancies plow Thine hart that Adamant whose force hath made My strong desiers stand subiect vnto you Would I were horse oxe Adamante or winde Than had I neuer car'd for woman-kinde SONNET LXXXIII Darke night blacke image of my foule dispare With greeuous fancies cease to vexe my soule With payne sore smart hot fires cold feares long care Too much alas this ceaselesse stone to roule My dayes be spent in penning thy sweet prayses In pleading to thy bewtie neuer matched In looking on thy face whose sight amazes My sence and thus my long dayes be dispatched But night fourth from the mistie region rising Fancies with feare and saddispayer doth send Mine hart with horrour and vayne thoughtes agrizing And thus the fearefull tedious nightes I spend Wishing the noone to me were silent night And shades nocturnall turned to daylight SONNET LXXXIIII My sweet Parthenophe within thy face My passions Calender may plaine be red The golden number told vpon thine hed The sunne dayes which in carde I holy place And which diuinely blesse me with their grace Thy chearefull smiles which can recall the dedde My working dayes thy frownes from fauours fledde Which set a worke the furies in my brest These dayes are six to one more then the rest My leape yeare is oh when is that leape yeare When all my cares I ouerleape and feast With her fruition whom I hould most deare And if some Calenders the truth tell mee Once in fewe yeares that happie leape shall bee SONNET LXXXV From Eastes bed roasie whence Aurora riseth Be thy cheekes figur'd which their beames display In smiles whose sight myne hart with ioy surpriseth And which my fancies flowers do fayre aray Chear'd with the gracious dewes of her regarde The West whence euening comes her frowning brow Where discontentment plowes his furroes harde There doth she burie her affections now The North whence stormes with mistes and frostes proceede My blacke dispayer long sorrowes and cold feare The South whence showers in great abundance breede And where hot sunne doth to Meridian reare Mine eyes whose obiectes naught but teares requier And my soft hart consum'd with rage of fier SONNET LXXXVI Oh fierie rage when wilt thou be consum'd Thou that hast me consumed in such sort As neuer was poore wretch which so presumed But for surueying of that bewteous sort Kep't in continuall durance inchayn'd With hot desires which haue my body pyned My minde from pleasures and content restrained My thoughtes to care and sorrowes ward assigned There with continuall melancholie placed In dismall horror and continuall feare I passe these irksome howers scorn'd and disgraced Of her whose crueltie no brest can beare canbeare No thought endure no torture can outmatch Then burne on rage of fier but me dispatch SONNET LXXXVII Burne on sweet fier for I liue by that fewell Whose smoake is as an incense to my soule Each sigh prolonges my smart befierce and cruell My fayre Parthenophe frowne and controule Vexe torture scaulde disgrace me do thy will Stoppe vp thine eares with flint immure thine hart And kill me with thy lookes if they would kill Thine eyes those christall phialls which impars The perfect balme to my dead-wounded brest Thine eyes the quiuers whence those dar◅es were drawne Which me to thy loues bondage haue adrest Thy smile and frowne night starre and daylightes dawne Burne on frowne on vexe stoppe thine eares torment me More for thy bewtie borne would not repent me SONNET LXXXVIII Within thine eyes mine hart takes all his rest In which still sleeping all my sence is drown'd The dreames with which my sences are opprest Be thousand louely fancies turning round The restlesse wheele of my much busie brayne The morning which from resting doth awake me Thy bewtie banish't from my sight agayne When I to long melancholie betake me Then full of errours all my dreames I finde And in their kindes contrarious till the day Which is her bewtie set on worke my minde Which neuer will cease labour neuer stay And thus my pleasures are but dreames with me Whilst mine hot feuers paynes quotidian be SONNET LXXXIX What be those heares dyed like the marrigold Echo gold VVhat is that brow whose frownes make any mone Echo anymone VVhat were her eyes when the great Lordes controllde Echo roll'de VVhat be they when from them be loues throwne Echo loues throane VVhat were her cheekes when blushes rase like Echo roselike VVhat are those lippes which boue perles rew bee Echo rewbee Her Iuorie shoulders what be those like Echo those like VVhat saintes are like her speake if you bee Echo few bee Thou dwellst in rockes hart like somewhat then Echo what then Androckes dwell in her hart is t is true Echo t is true VVhom she loues best know this cannot men Echo not men Passe him she loathes then I dismisse you Echo misseyou What sexe to whom men sewe so vayne much Echo vayne much Furies there fiers and I complaine such Echo plaine such SONNET XC My mistresse armes are these fayre cleare and bright Argent in midst where is an ogresse set VVithin an azuer ann'let placed right The creaste two golden bowes almost neare met And by
this creaste her power abroad is knowne These armes she beareth in the field of loue By bloudy colours where loues wrath is showne But in kinde passion mylder then the doue Her goodly siluer ensigne she displayes Semi de roses at whose louely sight All louers are subdued and vanquisht prayse Those glorious colours vnder which they fight I by these armes her captiue thrall was made And to those colours in that field betray'de SONNET XCI These bitter gustes which vexe my troubled seas And moue with force my sorrowes floudes to flowe My fancies shippe tost here and there by these Still floates in daunger raunging too and froe How feares my thoughtes swift pynnace thine hard rocke Thine harts hard rocke least thou mine hart his pylate Together with him selfe shouldrashely knocke And being quite dead-stricken then should cry late Ah me to late to thy remorselesse selfe Now when thy mercies all been banished And blowne vpon thine hard rockes ruthlesse shelfe My soule in sighes is spent and vanished Be pittyfull alas and take remorse Thy bewtie too much practiseth his force SONNET XCII VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought Behold not seene an endlesse burning fier Offancies fuell kindled with a thought VVithout a flame yet still inflamed hyer Noflames appearance yet continuall smoake Drawne coole to kindle breath'd out hot agayne Two dy'mondes which this secret fier proucke Making two christalls with their heate to rayne A skinne where bewteous graces reste at ease Atongue whose sweetnesse mazes all the muses And yet an hart of marble match't with these A tongue besides which sweet replyes refuses These wonders by thy bewtie wrought alone Through thy proude eye which made thine hart astone SONNET XCIII Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie I list no such proude beggars at my gate For almes he mongst cold Arctique folke doth wate And sunne-burnt Moores in contrarietie Yet sweates nor freezes more then is it pietie To be remorse-full at his bare estate His reach he racketh at an higher rate He ioynes with proudest in societie His eyes are blind for-sooth and men must pittie A naked poore boy which doth no man harme He is not blind such beggar boyes be wittie For he markes hittes and woundes harts with his arme Nor coldest North can stoppe his naked race For where he comes he warmeth euery place SONNET XCIIII Foorth from mine eyes with full-tide flowes a riuer And in thine eyes two sparkling chrisolytes Mine eyes still couet to behold those lightes Thine eye still fill'd with arrowes is loues quiuer Through mine eye thine eyes fier inflames my lyuer Mine eyes in hart thine eyes cleare fancies write Thus is thine eye to me my fancies giuer Which from thine eyes to mine eyes take their flight Then pearce the secret center of my harte And feede my fancies with inflamed fewell This onely greeues myne eyes had not that arte Thine to transpearce thy nature was so cruell But eyes and fancies in this triumph make That they were blind and raging for her sake SONNET XCV Thou bright beame-spreading loues thrise happy starre Th'arcadian shepheard Astrophill's cleare guide Thou that on swift wing'd Pegasus doest ride Auroraes harbenger surpassing farre Aurora caried in her rosie carre Bright Planet teller of cleare euening-tide Starre of all starres fayre fauor'd nightes cheese pride Which day from night and night from day doest barre Thou that hast worldes of harts with thine eyes glaunce To thy loues pleasing bondage taken thrall Behold where graces in loues circles daunce Of two cleare starres out-sparkling Planettes all For starres her bewties arrow bearers bee Then be the subiectes and superiour shee SONNET XCVI The sunne in Pisces Venus did intende To see sicke Flora whose soyle since by kinde Tytan to th' Antipod's his beames resign'de No pleasant flowers to welcome her did sende To whom for neede Parthenophe did lende At natures suite rich Helioch rise which shyn'de In her fayre heare white lillyes which combyn'de Which her high-smoothed browes which bent loue bende Violettes from eyes sweet blushing eglantine From her cleare checkes and from her lippes sweet roases Thus Venus paradice was made deuine VVhich such as nature in my Ladye cloases Then since with her loues Queene was glorified VVhy was not my sweet Lady diefied SONNET XCVII Oh why should enuie with sweet loue consorte But that with loues excesse seuen sinnes vnite Pride that in high respect of my delight I scorne all others Lust that with disporte In thought of her I sometimes take comfort VVrath that with those in secret hart I fight Which smile on her and enuie that I spight Such meates and wines as to her lippes resorte And tuch that tongue which I can neuer kisse Sloath that secure in too much loue I sleepe And nuzzled so am to be free'de remisse And couetous I neuer meane can keepe In crauing wishing and in working this Though still I kisse and tuch still tuch and kisse SONNET XCVIII The sunne my Ladies bewtie representes VVhose fierie-pointed beames each creature heates Such force her grace on whom it counterbeates Doth practise which the patient still tormentes And to her vertues the bright moone assentes VVith whose pure chastitie my loue she threates VVhose thought it selfe in her coole circle seates And as the moone her bright habilimentes Of her bright brother Phoebus borroweth So from her bewtie doth her chast desier His brightnes draw for which none aspier To tempt so rare a bewtie yet forgiue He that for thy sake so long sorroweth Can not but longer loue if longer liue SONNET XCIX This carefull head with diuerse thoughtes distrest My fancies chronicleire my sorrowes nurse These watchfull eyes whose heedlesse am I curse Loues centernelles and fountaines of vnrest This tongue still-trembling harrold fit adrest To my loues greefe then any torment worse This hart true fortresse of my spottelesse loue And rageous furnace of my long desier Of these by nature am I not possest Though nature there first meanes in me did moue But thou deare sweet with thy loues holy fire Mine head greefes anueyle made with cares opprest Mine eyes a spring my tongue a leafe-winde shaken Mine hart a wastfull wildernesse forsaken SONNET C. Pleading for pitie to my mistresse eyes Vrging on dutie fauours as desartes Complaining mine hid flames and secret smartes She with disdaynefull grace in iest replyes Her eyes were neuer made mans enemies Then me with me conceipt she ouer thwartes Vrging my fancie which vayne thoughtes 〈◊〉 To be the causer of mine iniuries Saying I am not vext as I complained How melancholye bred this light 〈◊〉 Hard-harted mistresse canst thou thinke I fayned That I with fancies vayne vayne woes repeate Ah no! for though thine eyes none else offend Yet by thine eyes and noes my woes want end SONNET CI. Had I been banish't from the natiue soyle Where with my life I first receaued light For my first cradles had my tomâ—…e beene dight Or chang'd my pleasure for a ceaselesse
bancke was lade An earthly body which was fram'd in heauen To whom such graces by the graces giuen Sweet musicke in their seuerall orgaynes play'de In cheefe the silent musicke of her eye Softly recorded with heauens harmonie Drew downe Vrania from Coelestiall sphoere Who maz'd at mazy turning of her eyne To make diuine perfection glazed theare Those eyes with clearest substance christalline MADRIGALL 21. When this coelestiall goddesse had indew'de Her eyes with Sphoericke reuolution Vesta with her next guift ensew'de And lent to nature that thrise-sacred fier To which once Iaphets of-spring did aspier Which made a dissolution Of a straunge ore ingendred by the sunne In grace and worth more pure then goulde Which gainst the Cyprian triūphes should be donne Guilded those wheeles which Cupids ' chariot rowl'de MADRIGALL 22. In centre of these starres of loue Boue all conceites in mans capacitie An Orientiet which did not moue To Cupids chariot wheele made for the naffe Was fixt which could with mylde rapacitie Of lighter louers draw the lighter chaffe This shadow giues to clearer light In which as in a myrroulde there was framed For those which loues conditions treate vpon A glasse which should giue semblance right Of all their Phisnomies impassionate Those harts which tyrant loue doth beate vpon May there behold what Cupid workes Yeelding in it that figure fashionate Which in the iettie myrrour lurkes MADRIGALL 23. Phoebus rich father of eternall light And in his hand a wreath of Heliochrise He brought to bewtifie those tresses Whose trayne whose softnesse and whose glosse more bright Apolloes lockes did ouerprise Thus with this gyrland whiles her browes he blesses The golden shadow with his tincture Colour'd her lockes I guilded with the cyncture MADRIGALL 24. Thus as she was boue humaine glorie graced The saint me thought departed And suddenly vpon her feete she started Iuno beheld and fayne would haue defaced That femall miracle proude natures wonder Least Ioue through heauens cleare windowes should espie her And for her bewtie Iunoes loue neglect Downe she discendes and as she walked by her A braunche of lilyes Iuno teares in sonder Then from her Sphoere did Venus downe reflect Least Mars by chance her bewtie should affect And with a braunche of Roses She bet vpon her face then Iuno closes And with white lillyes did her bewtie chasten But louely graces in memoriall Let both the Rose and lillyes colours fall Within her cheekes which to be formost hasten MADRIGALL 25. Whiles these two wrathfull goddesses did rage The little god of might Such as might fitter seeme with craynes to fight Then with his bow to vanquish goddes and kinges In a cherry-tree fate smiling And lightly wauing with his motley winges Fayre winges in bewtie boyes and gyrles beguiling And cherry garlandes with his handes compiling Laughing he leaped light Vnto the Nymphe to try which way best might Her cheare and with a cherry braunche her bobbed But her soft louely lippes The cherryes of their ruddie rubye robbed Eftsoones he to his quiuer skippes And bringes those bottles whence his mother sippes Her nectar of delight Which in her bosome clamed place by right MADRIGALL 26. I dare not speake of that thrise holy hill Which spread with siluer lillyes lyes Nor of those violettes which voy de vaynes fulfill Nor of that maze on loues hill toppe These secrets must not be surueyde with eyes No creature may those flowers croppe Nor bath in that cleare fountaine Where none but Phoebe with chast virgines wash In bottome of that sacred mountaine But whether now thy verses ouerlash SESTINE 1. When I waked out of dreaming Looking all about the garden Sweete Parthenophe was walking Oh what fortune brought her hether She much fayrer then that Nymphe Which was bet with rose and lillyes Her cheekes exceede the rose and lillyes I was fortunate in dreaming Of so bewtifull a Nymphe To this happie blessed garden Come you Nymphes come fayries hether Wonder natures wonder walking So she seemed in her walking As she would make rose and lillyes Euer florish oh but hether Harke for I beheld it dreaming Lillyes blush't within the garden Staind with bewties of that Nymphe The Rose for anger at that Nymphe Was pale and as she went on walking When she gathred in the garden Teares came from the rose and lillyes As the sigh'd their breath in dreaming I could well perceiue it hether When Parthenophe came hether At the presence of that Nymphe That hill was heauen where I lay dreaming But when I had espye'd her walking And in hand her rose and lillyes As sacrifice giuen by that garden To loue stood sacred that fayre garden I dar'd the Nymphes to hasten hether Make homage to the rose and lillyes Which are sacred to my Nymphe Wonder when you see her walking Might I see her but in dreaming Euen the fancie of that Nymphe Would make me night and day come hether To sleepe in this thrise happie garden SONNET CIIII. Hold matchlesse myrrour of all womankinde These pennes and Sonnettes seruaunts of thy prayse Plac'd in a world of graces which amayse All young beholders through desier blinde Thou to whom conquered Cupid hath resign'd His bowes and dartes during thy sunnie dayes Through thine eyes force infeebled by the rayes Which wondrers to their cost in thine eyes finde That there with bewties excellence vnable To write or beare my pennes and bookes refuse Thine endlesse graces are so amiable Passing the spirite of myne humble muse So that the more I write more graces rise Which myne astonish't muse cannot comprise FINIS ELEGIES ELEGIE I. WHy did the milke which first Alcides nurrish't Ingendring with Cybele breede the lillye Th' Assiriā hunters bloud why hath it florish't The rose with red why did the Daffadillye Spring from Narcissus selfe conceited loue Why did great Ioue for the Paeneian cowe Deuise the marble colour'd vyolet Or what for Phoebus loue from mountaines hyllye Did Hyacinthe to rosie blushes moue Since my sweet mystresse vnder Phoebes browe ' unoes and fayre Adonis flowers hath set Adowne her necke Narcissus golde doth bowe Ioes gray violettes in her Christall lightes Th'Oebalian boyes complection still alightes Vpon her Hyacinthine lippes like Rubye And with loues purest sanguine Cupid writes The prayse of bewtie through the vaynes which blew bee Conducted through loues sluice to thy face rosie Where doues and redbrestes sit for Venus rightes In signe that I to the will euer true bee The rose and lillyes adorne my p◅asie The vyolettes and Hyacinthe shall knitte With Daphadill which shall embellish it Such heauenly flowers in earthly poases few bee ELEGIE II. Oh that some time thou saw myne endlesse fittes When I haue somewhat of thy bewtte pondred Thou could not be perswaded that my wittes Could once retire so farre from sence asondred Furies them selues haue at my passions wondred Yet thou Parthenophe well pleased sittes Whilst in me so thy moystures heate hath thondred And thine eyes dartes at euery colon hittes My
may be redde Which from those rockes downe-trickled When shepheard 's would know how I fare And aske how doth Parthenophil Il Eccho answer's in voy de ayer And with these newes each place doth fill Poore herdgroomes from each cottage will Sing my complaintes on euery hill ODE 2. Speake Eccho tell With Lillyes Columbines and Roses What their Parthenophe composes Eccho poses Oh sacred smell For those which in her lappe she closes The goddes please well Speake Eccho tell With Daffadilles what doth she plette Which in such order she doth sette For loue to dwell As she should Floraes Chappell let Eccho Chapplet This loue likes well Speake Eccho tell Why Lillyes and red Roses like her Eccho like her No pittie with remorse will strike her Did nature well Which did from fairest graces pike her To be mine hell Speake Eccho tell Why Columbynes she entertaines Because the prouerbe watchet faines True loues like well And do these therfore like her vaines Ecch. her vaines There Cupid's dwell Speake Eccho tell Wherefore her Chaplets yellow were like When others here were more her like Eccho hearelike Yet I know well Her hart is Tygre-like or Beare-like To rockes it sell. CANZON 2. Sing sing Parthenophil sing pipe and play This feast is kept vpon this plaine Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard 's euery where For Astrophill's byrth-day sweet Astrophil Arcadies honour mightie Pan's cheefe pride Where be the Nymph's the Nymphes all gathred bee To sing sweet Astrophil's sweet prayse Eccho recorde what feastes be kept to day Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard swaine VVhat keepe the whiles they do the muses cheare Eccho cheare He chear'de the muses with coelestiall skill All shepheard 's prayse dye'd with him when he dye'd He left no peere then what deserued he At whose pypes sounde the Lambe kinne bayes Eccho bayes The Bullockes leape the fawnes daunce in aray Kiddes skippe the Satyres friskynes fayne Here standes an hearde of swaines faire Nymphes stand there Swaines daunce whiles Nymphes with flowers their baskets fill VVhat was he to those Nymphes which garlands tyed Eccho tyed VVhat ty'de him hath he to tell there bound t' ee Eccho bountee How to report his martiall dayes Eccho all dayes Thrise happie man that found this happie way His prayse all shepheard 's glorie stayne VVhat doth Parthenophe my purchase deare Eccho chase deâ—… VVhat saith she to her Parthenophil Eccho ofill Shepheardes I fill sweet wines repurified And to his blessed soule this health heaue wee Singing sweete O des and rounde layes Let euery man drinke round beside this bay Where are the Nymphes and sayrie traine Stella three garlandes in her hand doth beare And those for his sweet sake she proffer will Vnto th'Elezian soules And I haue spied Parthenophe with spoile returnes to mee Of three great hartes sing virilayes Those golden dartes flye neuer voyde of praye And Stella sittes as if some chaine Offancies bound her by that mottley breere Where with sweet Eglantine and Daffadil She Clapplettes makes with gold and scarlet dye'd Here Colin sittes beneath that oken tree Eliza singing in his layes Blest is Arcadiaes Queene kneele swaines and say That she which here cheefe Nymph doth rayne May blessed liue to see th' extreamest yeare For sacrifice then Lambes and kiddlinges kill And be by them Eliza glorified The flower of loues and pure virginitie This Delian Nymphe doth amaise The fairest deares which in the forestes stay Those harts which proudest heard's distaine And raunge the forestes as with compeere Submissiue yeelde them selues that if she will She them may wounde or on their swift backes ride Lyons and Beares with bewtie tameth she Shepheard's for her your voyces raise Eccho this fauour if I purchase may Do not herd-groomes there fayne Eccho the 're fayne What want they speake now they be blest if eare Eccho feare What be the confines rebell's they be still Eccho they be still What is she that so many swaines doth their guide Eccho there guide None but her selfe hath that abilitie To rule so many blessed wayes Her thoughtes sure grounded on diuinitie For this sweet Nymphe each shepheard prayes ODE 3. Vpon an holy Saintes eue As I tooke my pilgrimadge Wandring through the forrest warye Blest be that holy sainte I mette the louely Virgine Marye And kneeled with long trauell fainte Performing my dew homage My teares fore told mine hart did greeue Yet Mary would not me releeue Her I did promise euery yeare The firstling foemale of my flocke That in my loue she would me furder I curst the dayes of my first loue My comfortes spoiles my pleasures murther She she alas did me reproue My suites as to a stonie rocke Were made for she would not giue eare Ah loue deare loue loue bought to deare Mary my sainte chast and milde Pittie ah pittie my suite Thou art a virgine pittie mee Shine eyes though pittie wanting That she by them my greefe may see And looke on mine hart panting But her deafe eares and tonge mute Shewes her hard hart vnreconcil'de Hard hart from all remorse exil'de ODE 4. Bacchus father of all sport Worker of loues comfort Venus best beloued brother Like beloued is none other Greater father of felicitie Fill full with thy diuinitie These thirstie and these emptie vaines Thence fuming vp into my braines Exceede Apollo through thy might And made me by thy motion light That with alacritie I may Write pleasing Odes and still display Parthenophe with such high praises Whose bewtie shepheard 's all amases And by those meanes her loues obtaine Then hauing fill'd vp euery vaine I shall be set in perfect state The rightes of loue to celebrate Then each yeare fat from my sheepecoate Thy sacrifice a tydie goate And Iô Euohê shall bee Loude chaunted euery where to thee ODE 5. Parthenophe see what is sent By me faire Nymphe these saints salute thee Whose presentes in this basket heare Faithfull Parthenophill doth beare Nor will I proue ingrate nor mute bee If my power were Such giftes as these If they would please Here will ingely I would present And these those presents present bee First Iuno sent to thee these lillyes In whose steede chast affection moues Venus hath sent two Turtle doues Narcissus giues the Daffadillyes For doues true loues For Daffadilles My golden willes Which counteruailes what here is sent thee Flora doth greete thee with sweet Roses Thetis with rich pearle Oriente Leucothoe with franckincense For Roses my loues chast pretence For pearles those teares which I haue spent My sighes incense For sweet perfume Thus I presume Poore shepheard to presente these poasies Though I be rude as shepheards are Lillyes I know do stand for whitnesse And Daffadilles thy golden heare And doues thy meekenesse figures beare Red Roses for a blushing brightnesse Thy teeth pearles were That incense shoed Thy breathe that bloed A sacrifice for which goddes care Blest is that shepheard nine times nine Which shall in bosome these flowers keepe bound in one posie whose sweet