to want on in subiectiue dutie I. Weeuer Wayward Beauty doth not fancy moue A frowne forbids a smile ingendreth loue Ed. Fairfax Transl What els is forme but fading aire Yea oft because assaulted of it hurteth to be faire VV. VVarner Full soone the fairest face would cease from being such If not preserued curiously from tendring more then much That wondrous patterne where soeuer it bee Whether in earth laid vp in secret store Or els in heauen that no man may it see With sinfull eies for feare it to deflore Is perfect Beautie which all men adore Whose face and feature doth so far excell All mortall sence that none the same may tell Ed. Spencer O Beautie how attractiue is thy power For as the liues heat clings about the hart So all mens hungry eyes do haunt thy bower Raigning in Greece Troy swumme to thee in art Remoued to Troy Greece followed thee in feares Thou drewest ech syrelesse sword ech childlesse dart And puldst the Towers of Troy about thine eares G. Chapman Varietie of Beauties The harbingers of lust his amorous eyes did walke More clogd with chaÌ„ge of Beauties theÌ„ K. Midas once witâ— gold Now this now that and one by one he did them all behold This seemed faire that as faire and letting either passe A third he thought a proper girle a fourth a pleasant lasse Louely the fift liuely the sixt the seuenth a louely wench The eight of sweet complexion to the ninth he altereth theÌ„â—â— That mildly seem'd maiesticall tenth modest lookes toong The eleuenth could sweetly entertain the twelft was fresh yoong The next a gay brownetta next admir'd yoong And euery feature so intic't his intricate affection As liking all alike he lou'd confounded in election W. VVarner Banishment No Banishment can be to him assignde Who doth retaine a true resolued minde M. Drayton â—n exile euery man or bond or free Of noble race or meaner parentage â—s not in this vnlike vnto the slaue That must of force obey to each mans will And praise the peeuishnesse of each mans pride G. Gascoigne Transl Bashfulnesse So respected Was Bashfulnesse in Athens it erected To chast Agneia which is shamefastnesse A sacred temple holding her a goddesse G. Chapman Preferment sildome graceth Bashfulnesse Idem Let sobernesse be still thy wisedomes end Admitting what thou canst not comprehend I. Syluester Transl Blisse These dayes example hath deep written here Deep written in my heart with yron pen That Blisse may not abide in state of mortall men Ed. Spencer Doth sorrow fret thy soule ô direfull spirit Doth pleasure feed thy heart ô blessed man Hast thou bene happie once ô heauy plight Are thy mishaps forepast ô happie than Or hast thou blisse in eld ô blisse too late But hast thou blisse in youth ô sweet estate E. of O. Hard it is To immitate a false and forged blisse Ill may a sad mind forge a mery face Nor hath constrained laughter any grace G. Chapman Blisse not in height doth dwell Idem Quiet Blisse in no state lasteth long Assailed still by mischiefe many waies Whose spoyling battery glowing hote and strong No flowing wealth no force nor wisdome staies Her smoakelesse powder beaten souldiers slaies By open force foule mischiefe oft preuailes By secret sleight she sild her purpose failes I. H. of Magist Blessed the man that well can vse his blisse Ed. Spencer We think no greater blisse then such to be as be we would When blessed none but such as be the same as be they should VV. VVarner Our blisse consists not in possessions But in commaunding our affections In vertues choyce and vices needfull chace Far from our harts for staining of our face Tho. Kid. Bountie O sacred Bountie mother of content Proppe of renowne nourisher of Arts The crowne of hope the roote of good euent The trumpe of fame the ioy of noble hearts Grace of the heauens diuinitie in nature Whose excellence doth so adorne the creature M. Drayton On the other part was to be viewde His vertues each one by it selfe distinct Prudence and temperance and Fortitude And Iustice and a fift vnto these linckt So nie that who with it is not indued The rest may seeme blotted or quite extinct Bountie employed in giuing and in spending A speciall grace to all the other lending S. I. Harr. Transl Augustus Caesar was not such a Saint As Virgill maketh him by his description His loue of learning scuseth that complaint That men might iustly make of his proscriptionâ— Neither the shame that Neroes name doth taint Confirm'd now by a thousand yeares prescription Be e'ne as it is if he had had the wit To haue bene franke to such as Poems writ Idem This reason is the chiefe That wits decay because they want their hire For where no succour is nor no reliefe The very beasts will from such place retire Idem He is mad and worse That plaies the nigard with a Princes purse M. Drayton Care Another shape appeares Of greedy Care still brushing vp the knees His knuckles knobd his flesh deep dented in With tawed hands and hardy tanned skin The morrow gray no sooner hath begun To spred his light euen peeping in our eies When he is vp and to his worke yrunne But let the nights black mistie mantels rise And with foule darke neuer so much disguise The faire bright day yet ceaseth he no where But hath his candles to prolong his toyle M. Sackuill Rude was his garment and to rags all rent No better had he ne for better carde With blistered hands among the cynders brent And fingers filthy with long nayles vnpared Right for to rend the food on which he fared His name was Care a black Smyth by his trade That neither day nor night from working spared But to small purpose yron wedges made Those be vnquiet thoughts that woful minds inuade Ed. Spencer Care keepes his watch in euery olde mans eye And where Care lodges sleepe will neuer lie But where vnbruiz'd youth with vnstuft braine Doth couch his limbs there golden sleepe doth raine W. Shakespeare Care and suspition are faire Bewties dower M. Drayton Care the consuming canker of the minde The discord that disorders sweet-hearts tune Th' abortiue bastard of a coward minde The lightfoote lackie that runnes poste by death Bearing the leters which containe our end The busie aduocate that sells his breath Denouncing worst to him is most his frend H. Constable Charitie â—he was a woman in the freshest age Of wondrous bewtie and of bowntie rare With goodly grace and comely personage That was on earth not easie to compare â—ull of great loue But Cupids wanton snare As hel she hated chaste in worke and will Her necke and brest were euer open bare That aye thereof her babes might sucke their fill The rest was all in yealow robes araied still A multitude of babes about her hung Playing their sportes that ioyed her to behold Whom still she fed while they
eye appeares It fits that youth the spring of man should bee Richt with such flowers as vertue getteth thee R. Greene. For noble youth there is no thing so meete As learning is to know the good from ill To know the tongues and perfectly endite And of the lawes to haue the perfect skill Things to reforme as right and iustice will For honour is ordained for no cause But to see right maintained by the lawes M. of M. The youth of Princes haue no boundes for sinne Vnlesse themselues doe make the bounds within S. Daniell Most true it is as vessels of first licours euer taste Loue seasoned so with sweetnes of youth the same dooth euer last W. Warner Like as the vessell euer beares a taste Of the same iuice wherewith it first was fil'd And as in fruitfull ground the seede growes fast That first is sowen after the ground is till'd So looke what lore in youthfull yeeres is plast By that they grow the worse or better willed When as they came to manly age and stature Sith education is another nature S. I. H. The tunne retaineth long the taste and sent Of that pure licour which at first it hent And what impression one in youth retaine In age our reason hardly will restraine D. Lodge What by vaine example youth conceiues The same for lawfull daily he receiues Idem Age is deformed youth vnkind Wee scorne their bodyes they our mindes Th. Bastard The youth are foolish hardy or lesse hardy theÌ„ they ought Effeminate fantasticke in few not few are nought W. Warner Forward sinne in raines of foolish rage Leaues heedlesse youth inchaind his captiue page D. Lodge Youth doth deserue by might But old age by good counsell and fore-sight Idem Youth may loue and yongmen may admire If old age cannot yet it will desire I. Weeuer In grained habits died with often dips Are not so soone discoloured yong slippes New set are easily mou'd and pluckt away But elder rootes clippe faster in the clay I. Murston The plow-man first his land doth dresse and turne And makes it apt or ere the seede he sow VVhereby hee is full like to reape the corne VVhere otherwise no seede but weed should grow By which example men may easily know When youth haue wealth before they can well vse it It is no woonder though they doe abuse it M. of M. Reform the eueÌ„ to day vnapt to day least apt to morrow Youth aptly offers vertues such as yeares vnaptly borrow VV. VV. Looke what wee haue when youth is most in prime That shall wee want in age by course of time Th. Churchyard The diuision of the day naturall Mediae noctis inclinatio Night was farre spent and now in Ocean deepe Orion flying fast from hissing snake His flaming head did hasten for to steepe Ed. Sp. By this th' eternall lamps wherewith high Ioue Doth light the lower world were halfe yspent And the moyst daughters of huge Atlas stroue Into th' ocean deep to driue their wearie droue IdeÌ„ The gentle humorous night Implyes her middle course and the sharpe east Breathes on my spirit with his fierie steedes G. Chapman The silent night that long had soiourned Now gan to cast her sable mantle off And now the sleepie waine-man softly droue His slow-pac't teeme that long had trauailed Th. Kyd. Gallicinium By this the Northerne Wagoner had set His seuen-fold teeme behind the stedfast starre That was in Ocean waues yet neuer wet But firme is fixt and sendeth light from farre To all that in the wide deepe wandring are And cheereful chauntte cleere with his notes shrill Had warned once that Phebus fierie carre 〈◊〉 haste was climing vp to Esterne hill Full enuious that the night so long his roome did fâ—ill Ed. Spencer What time the natiue Bel-man of the night The bird that warned Peter of his fall First rings his siluer bel to each sleeping wight That should their mindes vp to deuotion call Idem The cheerefull cocke the sad nights trumpeter Wayting vpon the rising of the sunne Doth sing to see how Cynthia shrinks her horne Where Clitia takes her progresse to the East VVhere wringing west with drops of siluer dew Her wonted teares of loue she doth renew The wandering swallow with her broken song The countrie wench vnto her worke awakes Whilst Cytherea sighing walks to seeke Her murdered loue transformed to a rose Whom though she see to croppe shee kindly feares But kissing sighes and dewes him with her teares Th. Kyd. Now ere the purple dawning yet did spring The ioyfull Larke began to stretch her wing And now the cocke the mornings trumpeter Plaid hunts vp for the day-starre to appeare Downe slideth Phebe from her cristall chayre S'daigning to lend her light vnto the ayre M. Drayton Diliculum At last fayre Hesperus in highest skie Had spent his lamp brought forth dawning light Ed. Spencer The night growen old her blacke head waxen gray Sure shepheards signe that morn wil soon fetch day S. Ph. Sydney It was the time when gainst the breaking day Rebellious night yet stroue and still repined For in the east appeares the morning gray And yet some lampes in Ioues high pallace shined Ed. Fairfax By this Apolloes golden harpe beganne To send forth musicke to the Ocean Which watchfull Hesperos no sooner heard But hee the day bright bearing carre prepar'd And ranne before as harkenger of light And with his flaming beames â—ockt vgly night Ch. Marlow Lycaons sonne The hardy plough-swaine vnto mightie Ioue Hath trac'd his siluer furrowes in the heauen And turning home his ouer-watched teeme Giues leaue vnto Apolloes chariot R. Greene. Nights candles are burnt out and iocond day Stands tiptoe on the mistie mountaines top VV. Sh. Loe now the gentle Larke wearie of rest From his moyst cabynet mounts vp on hie And wakes the morning from whose siluer breast The sunne ariseth in his maiestie VVho doth the world so gloriously behold That Cedar tops and hilles seem'd burnisht gold Idem Mane The ioyous day gan earlie to appeare And fayre Aurora fro her dewy bed Of aged Tithon gan her selfe to reare With rosie cheekes for shame as blushing red Ed. Spencer Now when the rosie-fingred morning fayre Wearie of aged Tithons saffron bed Had spread her purple robe through dewie ayre And the high hilles Titan discouered The royall Virgin shooke off drowsie bed Idem Now sullen night with slow sad pace descended To vgly hell when loe the blushing morrow Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow W. Sh. Soone as the morrow saire with purple beames Disperst the shadowes of the mistie night And Titan playing on the easterne streames Gan cleare the dewie ayre with springing light Ed. Spencer The dewie Rose at morne had with her hayres In sundrie sorts the Indian clime adornde And now her eyes apparelled in teares The losse of louely Memnon long had mornde D. Lodge The gaudie morne out of her golden sleepe Awakte and little birdes vncagde
vs roare Yet are they not dismai'd one whit therefore One with a whistle hang'd about his necke Shewes by the sound which cord must be vndone And straite the ship-boy ready at a becke Vnto the tops with nimble sleight doth runne The other Marriners vpon the decke Or at the steere the comming vvaues doe shunne And then by turnes they pump the water out By paine and care preuenting euery doubt S. I. Harrington The heauens on euery side inclosed be Black stormes and foggs are blowen vp from farre That now the Pilot can no Load-starre see But skies and Seas doe make most dreadfull warre The billowes striuing to the heauens to reach And th' heauens striuing them for to impeach R. Greene. Of the Spring The soote seasons that blood bloome foorth brings With greene hath clad the hill and eke the vale The Nightingale with feathers new she sings The Turtle to her mate hath told her tale Sommer is come for euery spray now springs The Hart hath hung his old head on the pale The Bucke in brake his Winter-coate he flings The Fishes fleete with new-repared scale The Adder all her sloth away she flings The swift Swallow pursueth the flies small The busie Bee her honey now she mings Winter is worne that was the flowers bale E. of Surrey The Winters wrath begins to quell And pleasant Spring appeareth The grasse now gins to be refresht The Swallow peepes out of her nest And cloudy welkin cleareth E. Spenser Flora now calleth for each flower And bid's make ready Maias bower That new is vp rise from bed Idem The earth late choakt with showres Is now arai'd in greene Her bosome springs with flowers The ayre dissolues her teene The vvoods are deckt with leaues And trees are cloathed gay And Flora crown'd with sheaues With oaken boughs doth play The birds vpon the trees Doe sing with pleasant voyces And chaunt in their degrees Their loues and luckie choyces D. Lodge The tenth of March when Aries receau'd Dan-Phoebus rayes into his horned head In flowry season of the yeare And when the firmament was cleare When Tellus her balls painted were With issue of disparent cheere When the Vsher to the morne did rise Sleepe gaue their vituall liberties To Phillis and to Floraes eyes G. Chapman The ayre was calme the day was cleare Loues wanton winds with wooing breathe Gan greete the sweetest of the yeare The flower forgot his Winters death The earth reuiued by the sunne To let in gay attire begunne The leafe allied vnto the tree By helpe of spring in coate of greene Stole forth my wandring eye to see The beauties of the Sommers Queene D. Lodge The Winter with his grisly stormes no longer dare abide The pleasant grasse with lusty greene the earth hath newly died The trees hath leaues the boughs do spred new changed is the yeare The water brooks are clean sunk down the plesant boughs appeare The Spring is come the goodly Nimphs now dance in euery place Thus hath the yeare most pleasantly of lately chang'd her face E. of Surrey Now each creature ioyes the other Passing happy dayes and howers One bird reports vnto an other In the fall of siluer showers vvhilst the earth our common mother Hath her bosome deckt with flowers Whilst the nearest torch of heauen vvith bright rayes warmes Eloraes lap Making nights and dayes both euen Chearing plants with freshnes sap S. Daniell Of VVinter The wrathfull Winter proching on a pace vvith blustring blasts had all ybard the treene And old Saturnus with his frosty face vvith chilling cold had pearst the tender greene The mantles rent wherein inwrapped beene The gladsome Groues that now lay ouer-throwne The Tapers torne and euery tree downe blowne The soyle that erst so seemely was to seeme vvas all dispoiled of her beauties hewe And stole fresh flowers wher-with the somers Queene Had clad the earth now Boreas blast downe blew And small fowles flocking in their songs did rew The vvinters wrath where-with each thing defast In wofull wise bewayl'd the Sommer past Hawthorne had lost his motly liuerie The naked twigs were shiuering all for cold And dropping downe the teares aboundantlie Each thing me thought with weeping eye me told The cruell season bidding me with-hold My selfe within for I was gotten out Into the fields whereas I walkt about M. Sackuille When ye count ye free from feare Comes the breame Winter with chamfered browes Full of wrinkles and frosty furrowes Shooting his grisly dart Which cruddles the blood and pricks the hart Ed. Spenser Ianuarie Now sad Winter welked hath the day And Phoebus weary of his yearely taske Yshackled hath his steeds in lowly lay And taken vp his Inne in fishes haske Idem Autumnus The wearied nights approached on a pace With darksome shades which somwhat breedeth care The sunne hath take more neere the earth his race In Libra then his greatest sway he bare For pardy then the dayes more colder are Then fades the greene fruite liuely hearbs are done And Winter gins to wast that Sommer wone I. H. Mir. of Mag. Sommer Iulie Now the sunne hath reared vp his siluer footed teame Making his wayte betweene the cup and golden Diademe The rampant Lyon hunts he fast with doggs of noysome breath VVhose balefull barking brings in hast pine plague and drery death Edm. Spencer August That time of yeere when the inamoured sunne Clad in the richest roabes of liuing fires Courted the Virgin signe great Natures Nunne â—vhich barraines earth of all that earth desires â—uen in the month that from Augustus wone His sacred name which vnto heauen aspiâ—es And on the last of his tentrebled dayes W. Shakespeare â—t was the month in which the righteous mayde That for disdaine of sinfull worlds vpbraid â—ed backe to heauen where she was first conceiu'd â—nto her siluer bower the sunne receiu'd And the hote Syrian dog on him awayting After the chafed Lyons cruell bayting â—orrupted had the ayre with noysome breath And powrd on earth plague pestilence dearth Rob. Greene. â—ow was the month that old Sextilis name â—hangd by the Romaine Senates sage degree And glorying so to innouate the same â—o haue himselfe new christned did agree â—oude that Augustus God-father should be 〈◊〉 whilst Ceres clad him in a mantle fayre Of bearded Corne still quauering with the ayre Char. Fitz Ieffrey Iulie VVhat time sleepes Nurse the silent night begun To steale by minutes on the long-liu'd dayes The furious dog-starre chasing of the sunne Whose scorching breath adds flames vnto his raies At whose approch the angry Lyon braies The earth now warm'd in her celestiall fire To coole her heate puts off her rich attire M. Drayton Of Morpheus Morpheus the liuelie sonne of deadly sleepe VVitnes of life to them that liuing die A prophet oft and oft an historie A Poet eke as humors flie or creepe S. Phil. Sid. Hee making speedy way through persed ayre And through the world of waters wide and deepe To Morpheus house doth
hastily repaire Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe And lowe where dawning day doth neuer peepe His dwelling is there Thetis her wet bed Doth euer wash and Cynthia still doth steepe In siluer dew her euer-dropping head vvhile sad night ouer him her mantle black doth spread Edm. Spencer VVhose double gates he findeth locked fast The one faire fram'd of burnish'd Iuorie The other all with siluer ouer-cast And wakefull dogs before them faâ—re doe lie Watching to banish Care theyr enemie vvho oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe Idem Of Neptune First came great Neptune with his three-forkt mace That rules the seas and makes them rise or fall His dewey locks did drop with brine a pace Vnder his diademe imperiall And by his side his Queene with Coronall Fayre Amphitrite most diuinely fayre vvhose Iuory shoulders were couered all As with a robe with her owne siluer hayre And deckt with pearles which the Indian seas for her prepare Edm. Spencer Of Proteus Proteus is shepheard of the Seas of yore And hath the charge of Neptunes mightie heard An aged Sire with head all frothy hoare And sprinckled frost vpon his dewie beard Idem Of Thetis Thetis the Mother of the pleasant springs Grandome of all the Riuers in the world To whome earths vaines a moystning tribute brings Nowe with a mad disturbed passion hurl'd About her Caue the worlds great treasure flings And with wreath'd armes long wet haire vncuâ—l'd Within herselfe laments a losse vnlost And mones her wrongs before her ioyes be crost I. Markham Of Phoebus The golden ofspring of Latona pure And ornament of great Ioues progenie Phoebus Edm. Spencer Dayes King God of vndaunted verse G. Chapman Of Neptune O Neptune neuer like thy selfe in shew Inconstant variable mutable How doost thou Proteus like thy forme renewe O whereto is thy change impurable Or whereunto art thou bent sutable Rightly the Moone predominateth thee For thou art all as changeable as shee Ch. Fitz Ieffray Of Apollo Sacred Apollo God of Archerie Of Arts of pleasure and of Poetrie Ioues faire haird sonne whose yellow tresses shine Like curled flames hurling a most diuine And dazeling splendour in those lesser fires Which from thy guilt beames when thy Car retires Kindle those Tapers that lend eyes to night O thou that art the Land-lord of all light Birdegroome of morning dayes eternall King To whom nine Muses in a sacred ring In daunces sphericall trip hand in hand Whilst thy seauen-stringed Lute theyr feete coÌ„maund vvhose motion such proportioned measure beares That to the musicke daunce nine heauenly spheares Great Delian Priest we to adore thy name Haue burnt fat thighes of Bulls in hallowed flame vvhose sauour wrapt in smoake and clowdes of fire To thy starre-spangled Pallace did aspire Tho. Dekkar Of Rome O thou worlds Queene ô towne that didst extend Thy conquering armes beyond the Ocean And througdst thy conquests from the Libian shore Downe to the Scythian swift-foote fearelesse porters Thou art debasd and at this instant yeelds Thy proude necke to a miserable yoke Tho. Kyd. Of Heate VVhen Phoebus rose he left his golden weede And dond attire in deepest pulple dyed His sanguine beames about his forhead spred A sad presage of ill that should betide â—ith vermile drops at euen his tresses bleed â—or shewes of future heate from th' Ocean wide â—hilst thus he bent gainst earth his scorching raies He burnt the flowers and burnt his Clitia deare The leaues grew wan vpon the withered spraies The grasse and growing hearbes all parched were Earth cleft in rifts in floods theyr streames decaies The barren clowdes with lightning bright appeare And mankind feard least Clymens child againe Had driuen away his Syers ill-guided vvaine As from a fornace flew the smoake to skies Such smoake as that when damned Sodome brent Within his Caue sweete Zephyre silent lyes Still was the ayre the racke nor came nor went But ore the lands with luke-warme breathing flies The Southerne winde from sun-bright Affrique sent vvith thicke and warme his interrupted blasts Vpon theyr bosoms throates and faces casts Nor yet more comfort brought the gloomy night In her thicke shade was burning heate vprold Her sable mantle was imbrodered bright vvith blazing starres and gliding fires of gold Nor to refresh sad earth thy thirsty spirit The niggard Moone let fall her May-dewes cold And dried vp the vitall moisture was In trees in plants in hearbs in flowers in grasse Ed. Fairefax Of Thirst. VVhen wells grew dry the Commons ran in rage And sought out euery sincke their thirst t' asswage And dranke with lothsome draught the pooles in hasâ— To quench theyr thirst with ill-contented tast vvhich poysoned ayre infect theyr purest breath vvhereby the drinker dranke his present death O wretched folke who felt so hard a strife Drinke or not drinke both waies must lose theyr life For he that dranke and he that did refraine Had of theyr enemies both an equall paine For why the water vile slew them throughout No lesse then did theyr enemies them about That wretched towne had neuer a street nor vew But Parcaes there had fram'd some fashions new To murder men or martyr them with feares As mou'd the most indurate hart to teares If so much water in theyr braines had beene As might forbeare a drop to wet theyr eyne One while he spake his hart for thirst did faint And life him left which frustrate his complaint The souldiour braue oh hart-breake for to tell His proper vrine dranke thirst to expell The woful mother with her spettle fed Her little child halfe dead in cradle-bed The Lady with her Lord at poynt of death Embracing falls and yeelds theyr latest breath Thom. Hudson Of an Assault They no lesse prouided are within With rampires bulwarks and with doubled dikes And where theyr foes to clime doe once begin They push theÌ„ down with bills with staues with pikes If one be kild another steppeth in No man his place for feare of hurt mislikes Some throw downe blocks some stones some scalding water Greeuing them much with all most with the latter Some throw among them newly slaked Lime That burneth most when most it seemes to quench vvith pots of Brimstone Pitch and Turpentime Annoying them with heate with smoake stench The rest are still imployd and loose no time vvith wreathed stakes to fortifie the Trench Thus all within are busie all without Fortune on both sides standing still in doubt S. I. Harr. Of an Hoast Their hoast with arrowes pykes and standards stood As bristle-poynted as a thornie wood Theyr multitude of men the riuers died vvhich through the wealthy Iuda swift did slide So that flood Iordan finding dry his banke For shame he blusht and downe his head he shrank For woe that he his credite could not keepe To pay one waue for tribute to the deepe Tho. Hudson Of a Skirmish Then grew the fight on both sides firme and stable Both sides defend both sides alike inuade
tremble when I thinke Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautifies Auroras face Or like the siluer crimson shrowde That Phoebus smiling locks doe grace Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of Lillies neighbour nie vvhich with bounds she stil incloses Apt to intice a deitie Her necke is like a stately towre vvhere Loue himselfe in pleasure lies To watch for glaunces euery howre From her diuine and sacred eyes Her paps are centers of delight Her paps are rocks of heauenly flame vvhere Nature moulds the dew of light To feede perfection with the same With orient pearle with Rubie red vvith Marble white with azure blew Her body euery way is fed Yet soft in touch and sweet in view Nature herselfe her shape admires The Gods are wounded in her sight And Loue forsakes his heauenly fires And at her eyes his brands doth light D. Lodge She lay and seemd a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh as stil as Vespers haire When not an Aspen leafe is stird with ayre She lay at length like an immortal soule At endlesse rest in blest Elizium And then did true felicitie inroule So faire a Lady figure of her kingdom Now as she lay attirde in nakednes His eye did carue him on that feast of feasts Sweet fieldes of life which deaths foote dare not presse Flowrd with th'vnbroken waues of my loues breasts See wherewith bent of gold curld into knots In her heads groue the spring-bird Lameat nests Her body doth present those fields of peace vvhere soules are feasted with the soule of ease To proue which Paradice that nurseth these See see the golden riuers that renowne it Rich Gyhon Tigris Phison Euphrates Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crowne it And two out of her snowy hills doe glide That with a deluge of delight doe drowne it These highest two their precious streames deuide To tenne pure floods that do the body dutie Bounding themselues in length but not in beauty These wind theyr courses through the paynted bowers And raise such sounds in theyr inflection As ceaselesse start from earth fresh sorts of flowers And bound that booke of life with euery section In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning Theyr sweetnes poysons with such sweet infection And leaues the onely lookers on them swouning These formes and colour makes them so to shine That Gods for them would cease to be diuine G. Chapman Her Lilly hand her rosie cheekes lie vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse Who therefore angry seemes to part in sunder Swelling on eyther side to want his blisse Betweene whose hills her head entombed is Where like a vertuous monument she lyes To be admirde of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other fayre hand was On the greene Couerlet whose perfect white Shewd like an Aprill daisie on the grasse vvith pearlie sweat resembling dewe of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd theyr light And canopied in darknes sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like golden threds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie Each in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered Saue of theyr Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truly honoured These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred vvho like a foule vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out W. Shakespeare Starres fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes Her bright brow driues the sunne to clowdes beneath Her haires reflexe with red strakes paint the skies Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath T. Nash Fayrer then Isaacks louer at the vvell Brighter then inside barke of new hewen Cedar Sweeter then flames of fire-perfumed Mirrhe And comlier then the siluer clowdes that daunce On Zephyrus wings before the King of heauen G. Peele Her lookes were like beames of the morning sunne Forth-looking through the windowes of the East When first the fleecie cattell haue begunne Vpon the pearled grasse to make theyr feast Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence Which from a golden Censor forth did rise And throwing forth sweet odours mounts from thence In rolling globes vp to the vaulted skies There she beholds with hie aspyring thought The cradle of her owne creation Among the seates of Angels heauenly wrought Much like an Angell in all forme and fashion S. Daniell Her locks are pleighted like the fleece of wooll That Iason with his Grecian mates atchiu'd As pure as gold yet not from gold deriu'd As full of sweets as sweet of sweetes is full Her browes are prety tables of conceate Where Loue his records of delight doth quote On them her dallying locks doe daily floate As loue ful oft doth feede vpon the baite Her eyes faire eyes like to the purest lights That animate the sunne or cheere the day In whom the shining sun-beames brightly play vvhilst fancie doth on them deuine delights Her cheekes like ripened Lillies steept in wine Or fayre Pomegranate kirnels washt in milke Or snow-white threds in nets of Crimson silke Or gorgeous clowdes vpon the sunnes decline Her lips like Roses ouer-washt with dew Or like the Purple of Narcissus flowre No frost theyr faire no wind doth wrest theyr powre But by her breath theyr beauties do renew Her christal chin like to the purest mould Enchast with dainties Daisies soft and white Where Fairies faire pauilion once is pight Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold Her necke like to an Iuory shining towre Where through with azure vaines sweet Nectar runnes Or like the downe of swanns Or like delight that doth it selfe deuoure Her paps are like fayre apples in the prime As round as orient pearles as soft as downe They neuer vaile theyr faire through winters frowne But from these sweets Loue suckt his sommer time Her bodies beauties best esteemed bowre Delicious comely dainty without staine The thought whereof not toucht hath wrought my paine Whose face so faire all beauties doth distaine Her maiden wombe the dwelling house of pleasure Not like for why no like surpasseth wonder O blest is he may bring such beauties vnder Or search by suite the secrets of that treasure R. Greene. Like to Diana in her sommer weede Girt with a Crimson robe of brightest die goes fayre Samela As fayre Aurora in her morning gray Deckt with the ruddy lustre of her loue is fayre Samela Like louely Thetis on a calmed day When as her brightnes Neptunes fancie moues Shines faire Samela Her tresses gold her eyes like glassie streames Her teeth are pearle the breasts are Iuory of faire Samela Her cheekes like rosie-lillies yeeld forth gleames Her browes bright arches framde of Ebonie thus faire Samela Passeth faire Venus in
it breed While the Armorers with armour hard and great On studies strong the sturdie steele do beate And makes thereof a corpslet or a Iacke Sometime a helme sometime a mace doth make Whiles shepheards they enarme vnvsde to danger Whiles simple heards whiles the wandring stranger The tilling culter then a speare was made The crooked Sithe became an euened blade The people foode forgets no ease they take Some on an horse some on his proper backe Some on a cart some on a camell beares Corne wine and flesh to serue for many yeares Th. Hudson Warre Like to a riuer that is stopt his course Doth violate his bankes breakes his owne head Destroyes his bounds and ouerruns by force The neighbour fieldes in regularly spread Euen so this sudden stop of Warre doth nurse Home toiles within it selfe from others lead So daungerous the chaunge thereof is tried Ere mindes come soft or otherwise imploide S. Daniell Astonishment As when the mast of some well timbred hulke Is with the blast of some outragious storme Blowne downe it shakes the bottome of the bulke And makes her ribs to cracke as they were torne Whil'st still she stands astonisht and forlorne So was he stound with stroake of her huge taile Ed. Spencer Lying still a while both did forget The perillous present stownd wherein their liues were set As when two warlike brigandines at sea With murdrous weapons armd in cruell fight Do meete together on the watrie Lea. They stem each other with so fell despight That with the shocke of their owne heedlesse might Their woodden ribs are shaken right asunder They which from shore behold the dreadfull fight Of flashing fier and here the Ordinance thunder So greatly stand amaz'd of such vnwonted wonder Ed. Spencer Care of children All as the painefull ploughman plies his toile With share and culter shearing through the soile That costs him deare and ditches it about Or crops his hedge to make it vndersprout And neuer staies to ward it from the weede But most respects to sowe therein good seede To th' end when sommer decks the medowes plaine He may haue recompence of costs and paine Or like the maide who carefull is to keepe The budding flowre that first begins to peepe Out of the knop and waters it full oft To make it seemely shew the head aloft That it may when she drawes it from the stocks Adorne her gorget white and golden locks So wise Merari all his studie stild To fashion well the maners of his child Th. Hudson Libertie Like to a Lion that escapes his bownds Hauing bene long restraind his vse to stray Raunges the restlesse woods staies on no ground Riots with bloudshed wantons with his pray Seekes not for need but in his pride to wound Glorying to see his strength and what he may So this vnbridled King freed of his feares In libertie himselfe vnwildly beares S. Daniell * Like as the hauke which soareth in the skie And climes aloft for solace of her wing The greater gate she getteth vp on hie The truer stoope she makes to any thing So shall you see my muse by wandring Find out at last the right and ready way And keepe it sure though erst it went astray G. Gascoigne * Like as the ship that through the Ocean wide Directs her course vnto one certaine coast Is met with many a counterwind and tide With which her winged speed is let and crost And she her selfe in stormie surges lost Yet making many a boord and many a bay Still winneth way and hath her compast lost Right so it fares with me in this long way Whose course is often staid yet neuer is astray Ed. Spencer * As she was looking in a glasse She sawe therein a mans face looking on her Whereat she started from the frighted glasse As if some monstrous serpent had bene shewen her Rising as when the sunne in Leo signe Auriga with the heauenly goale vpon her Shewes her hornd head with her kids diuine Whose rise kils vines heauens face with stormes disguising No man is safe at sea the Haedy rising So straight wrapt she her body in a cloude And threatned tempest for her high disgrace Shame from a bowre of Roses did vnshrowde And spread her crimson wings vpon her face G. Chapman Multitude Like when some mastiffe whelpe disposd to play A whole confused heard of beests doth chase Which with one vile consent runne all away If any hardier then the rest in place But turne the head that idle feare to stay Backe strait the daunted chacer turnes his face And all the rest with bold example led As fast runne on him as before they fled So with this bold opposer rushes on This many headed monster multitude S. Daniell As when the daughter of Thaumantes faire Hath in a watry cloud displaied wide Her goodly bowe which paints the liquid aire That all men wonder at her colours pride All suddenly ere one can looke aside The glorious picture vanisheth away Ne any token doth thereof abide So did this Ladies goodly forme decay And into nothing goe ere one could it bewray Ed. Spencer Beautie Like as a tender Rose in open plaine That with vntimely drought nigh withered was And hung the head soone as fewe drops of raine Thereon distill and deaw her daintie face Gins to looke vp and with fresh counted grace Dispreds the glory of her leaues gaye Such was Iraenas countenance such her grace Idem Like as the wind and tide when they do meet With enuious oppositions do affright The lesser streames running for to regreet The Ocean Empire so do these two fight One labours to bring all things to his will The other cares for to preuent that ill Ch. Middleton Descriptions of Pallaces Castles c. A stately Pallace built of squared bricke Which cunningly was without morter laid Whose walles were high but nothing strong nor thick And golden foyle all ouer them displaid That purest skie with brightnesse they dismaid High lifted vp were many lofty towres And goodly galleries farre ouerlaid Full of fayre windowes and delightfull bowres And on the top a dyall told the timely howres Ed. Sp. The soueraigne Castels of the rocky yle Wherein Penelope the Princes lay Shone with a thousand lampes which did exile The dimme darke shades and turnd the night to day Not Ioues blew tent what time the sunny ray Behind the bulwarke of the earth retires Is seene to sparkle with more sprinkling fires I. Dauies Logistillaes Castle Such a Castle that in stately showe And costly substance others all surmounted The valew of the walles cannot man knowe Except he first vpon the same had mounted Men haue not Iewels of such price belowe Diamonds are to these but drosse accounted Pearles are but pelfe and Rubies all are rotten Where stones of such rare vertue can be gotten These walles are built of stones of so great price All other vnto these come far behinde In these men see the vertue and the vice
gan sing To welcome home the bride-groome of the sea G. Peele The gray-eyde morne smiles on the frowning night Cheering the easterne cloudes with streams of light And darkenesse flected like a drunkard reeles From forth dayes path-way made by Titans wheels W. Sh. Now had the morne espide her louers steedes VVhereat shee starts puts on her purple weede And red for anger that hee stayd so long All headlong throwes her selfe the cloudes among Ch. Marlow As soon as morning her shining haires fro the mountains Had shewen forth driuen all star-light quite fro the heauens A. Fraunce Faire Aurora betimes by the daies break rose from her husband Husband old cold draue back clouds froÌ„ Olympas Making way to the sun taking her way to the younker Braue yonker Cephalus whom faire Aurora desired Idem Now was the time when as Aurora faire Began to shew the world her golden head And looke abroade to take the coole fresh ayre Iealous Tithono lying still in bedde S. I. H. The sable night dislodgd and now beganne Auroraes vsher with a windie fanne Sweetely to shake the woods on euerie side The whilst his mistresse like a stately bride With flowers with gemmes and Indian gold doth spangle Her louely locks her louers looks to tangle VVhen passing through the aire in mantle blue With siluer fringe shee drops the pearlie dew With her goes Abram out I. Syluester The rosie fringed morne with gladsome ray Rose to her taske from old Tithonas lap Ed. Fairfax The night beginnes bee angrie when shee sees She can distill no sleepe in louers eyes Tossing her selfe among the cloudes now hath Sent the red morne as harauld of her wrath VVhose louer Phebus rising from his bed VVith dewie mantle hath the world or'e-spread Shaking his tresses our Neptunes ebbe And giuing tincture to the spiders webbe These fayre nimphs rose seeing the light did call I. Weeuer Aurora bright her cristall gates vnbatr'd And bridegroome like stept forth the glorious sunne Ed. Fairfax The dewie tressie morning newly wake With golden tinsell scarse had crownd her brow Riding in triumph on the Ocean lake Embellishing the hony-fringed bowes M. Drayton The purple morning left her crimsin bed And dond her robes of pure vermillion hue Her amber locks shee crownd with roses red In Edens flowry gardens gathered new Ed. Fairfax Soles Ortus At last the golden Orientall gate Of greatest heauen gan to open fayre And Phoebus fresh as bridegroome to her mate Came dauncing forth shaking his dewie haire And hurles his glistering beames through gloomie ayre Ed. Spencer The fierie sunne was mounted vp on hight Vp to the heauenly towres and shot each where Out of his golden chariot glistering light And faire Aurora with her rosie hayre The hatefull darknesse now had put to flight Idem The golden sunne rose from the siluer waue And with his beames enameld euerie grene Ed. Fairfax The snoring snout of restlesse Phlegon blew Hot on the Indes which did the day renew With scarlet skie Th. Hadson Meridies Hyperion throwing forth his beames full oft Into the highest toppe of heauen gan clime And the world parting by an equall lot Did shed his whirling flames on either side As the great Ocean doth himselfe diuide Ed. Spencer When as the sunne towred in heauens head Downe from the siluer mountaines of the skie Bent his bright chariot on the glassie bed Fayre Cristall gilded with his glorious eye Fearing some vsurpation in his sted Or least his loue should too long dalliance spie Tweene him and Virgo whose attractiue face Had newly made him leaue the Lions chace In that same middayes hower c. I· Markham Golden Phoebus now that mounted hie From fierie wheeles of his fayre chariot Hurled his beames so scorching cruell hot That liuing creature mote it not abide Ed. Spencer In highest way of heauen the sunne did ryde Progressing from fayre twins in golden place Hauing no maske of cloudes before his face But streaming forth his heate in cheefest pride S. Ph. Sydney Solis Occasus Now gan the golden Phoebus for to steepe His fierie face in billowes of the west And his faint Steedes watred in Ocean deepe Whilst from their iournall labours they doe rest Ed. Spencer Loe the great Automedon of day In Isis streame his golden locks doth steepe Sad euen her dusky mantle doth display Light flying fouls the posts of night doe sport them And cheerefull looking Phoebe doth comfort them D. Lodge By this the welked Phoebus gan auaile His wearie waine and now the frostie night Her mantle blacke through heauen gan ouerhaile Ed. Spencer Such loue as Phoebus from the coloured skie Did headlong driue his horses toward the west To suffer horned Luna for ro prye Amidst the dusky darke D. Lodge When as the Sun hales towaâ—ds the westerne slade And the tree shadowes three times greater made M. Dr. And now the Sunne was past his middleway Leaning more louely to his lemmons bed And the Moones third howre had attacht the day I. Markham By this the sunne had spred his golden locks Vpon the pale greene carpet of the sea And opened wide the scarlet doore which locks The easefull euening from the labouring day Now night beganne to leape from yron rocks And whippes her rustie waggon through the way Idem The blushing sunne plucks in his smiling beames â—aking his steedes to mend their woonted pace Till plunging downe into the ocean streames There in the froathie waues hee hides his face Then raines them in more then his vsuall space And leaues foule darknesse to possesse the skie A time most fit for foulest tragedie M.D. Now the sunne is mounted vp on hie And pawseth in the midst of all the skie His fierie face vpon the earth doth beate And bakes it with intollerable heate I. Authoris Vesper Now the golden Hesperus Was mounted bie in toppe of heauens sheene And warned had his brethren ioyous To light their blessed lamps in Ioues eternall house Ed. Spencer 〈◊〉 â—his the night from forth the darksome bower 〈◊〉 â—â—bus her teemed steedes gan call 〈…〉 Vâ—sper in his timely howre From golden Oeta gan proceede withall R. Greene. About the time when Vesper in the West 〈…〉 â—ing watch and silent night 〈…〉 â—is twinckling traine 〈…〉 to possesse the world And fantasie to hauzen idle heades Vnder the stately Canopie of heauen I layd me downe laden with many cares G. Peele Now the worlds comforter with wearie gate His dayes hot taske hath ended in the VVest The owle nights harauld shreekes t is verie late The sheepe are gone to fold the birds to nest The cole-blacke cloudes that shadow heauens light Do summon vs to parte and bid good night W. Sh. Noctis initium Now gan the hunni'd vapour shed the ground With pearlie dew and th' earths gloomie shade Did dimme the brightnesse of the welkin round That euerie beast and bird awarned made To shrowde themselues while sleep their senses did inuade Ed. Spencer The silent shadowes
the glistering that sought the shade Gan set and there his glories doth avow Those eyes fayre eyes too faire to be describ'd Were those that erst the Chaos did reforme To whom the heauens theyr beauties haue ascribd That fashion life in man in beast in worme When first her fayre delicious cheekes were wrought Aurora brought her blush the Moone her white Both so combinde as passed natures thought Compild those prety orbes of sweet delight When loue and nature once were proud with play From forth theyr lips her lips their colour drew On them doth fancie sleepe and euery day Doth swallow ioy such sweet delights to view While one while Venus sonne did seeke a bowre To sport with Psyches his desired deere He chose her chin and from that happy stowre He neuer stints in glory to appeare Desires and ioyes that long had serued loue Besought a hold where prety eyes might wooe them Loue made her neck and for her best behoue Hath shut them there where no man can vndoe them Once Venus dreamd vpon two prety things Her thoughts they were affections cheefest nests She suckt and sigh'd and bath'd her in the springs And when she wakt they were my mistres breasts Once Cupid sought a hold to couch his kisses And found the body of my best belou'd Wherein he cloyd the beauty of his blisses And from that bower can neuer be remou'd The Graces erst when Acidalian springs vvere wexen dry perhaps did finde her fountaine Within the bale of blisse where Cupids wings Doe shield the Nectar fleeting from the fountaine R. Greene. Her curious locks of gold like Tagus sands Her forhead smooth and white as Iuory vvhere glory state and bashfulnes held hands Her eyes one making peace the other wars By Venus one the other ruld by Mars Her Eagles nose her scarlet cheeke halfe white Her teeth of orient pearle her gracious smile Her dimpled chin her breast as cleere as light Her hand like hers whom Titan did beguile Tho. Watson Queene Vertues caue which some call Stellas face Repaird by natures cheefest furniture Hath his forfront of Alablaster pure Gold is the couering of that stately place The doore by which sometimes runnes forth her grace Red Porphirie which lock of pearle makes sure Whose porches rich which name of cheekes endure Marble-mixt red and white doe interlace The windowes now through which this heauenly guesâ— Lookes on the world and can finde nothing such vvhich dare claime from those sights the name of best Of touch they are that without touch do touch vvhich Cupids selfe from beauties mine did draw Of touch they are and poore I am theyr straw S. Phil. Sidney Two sunnes at once from one faire heauen there shind Ten branches from two boughes tipt all with roses Pure locks more golden then is gold refinde Two pearled rowes that natures pride incloses Two mounts faire marble white downe soft dainty Full wofull makes my hart and body fainty D. Lodge O shee doth teach the torches to burne bright It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of night As a rich Iewell in an Ethiops eare Beauty too rich for vse for earth too deare So showes a snowy Doue trooping with crowes As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes W. Shakespeare To make the wondrous power of heauen appeare In nothing more then her perfections found Close to her nauill she her mantle wrests Slacking it vpwards and the folds vnwound Showing Latonas twins her plenteous brests The Sunne and Cynthia in their tryumph robes Of Lady skin more rich then both theyr globes G. Chapman Vpon a bed of Roses she was layd As faint through heate or dight to pleasant sin And was araide or rather disaraid All in a vaile of silke and siluer thin That hid no whit her Alablaster skin But rather showd more white if more might be More subtile web Arachne cannot spin Nor the fine nets which oft we wouen see Of scorched dew do not in th' ayre more lightly flie Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoyle Of hungry eyes which not therewith be fild And yet through languor of her late sweet toyle Few drops more cleere then Nectar forth distild That like pure orient pearles adowne it thrild Fraile harts yet quenched not like starry light which sparkling on the silent waues doe seeme more bright Edm. Spen. Her Iuory necke her Alablaster breast Her paps which like white silken pillowes were For loue in soft delight thereon to rest Her tender sides her belly white and cleere Which like an Altar did it selfe vpreare To offer sacrifice deuine thereon Her goodly thighes whose glory did appeare Like a triumphall arch and thereupon The spoiles of Princes hangd which were in battaile wone Idem Her sparkling eyes Doe lighten forth sweet loues alluring fire And in her tresses she doth fold the lookes Of such as gaze vpon her golden hayre Her bashfull white mixt with the mornings red Luna doth boast vpon her louely cheekes Her front is Beauties table where she paints The glories of her gorgeous excellence Her teeth are shelues of precious Margarite Richly inclosd with ruddy Currall cleeues R. Greene. My mistres is a paragon the fayrest fayre aliue Alcides and Aeacides for fairelesse faire did striue Her colour fresh as damaske rose her breath as violet Her body white as Iuory as smooth as pollisht Iet As soft as down were she downe Ioue might com down kisse A loue so fresh so sweet so white so smooth so soft as this W. Warner Then cast she off her roabe and stoode vpright As lightning breakes out of the labouring clowde Or as the morning heauen casts off her night Or as that heauen cast off it selfe and showde Heauens vpper light to which the brightest day Is but a black and melancholy shrowde Or as when Venus striu'd for soueraigne sway Of choisefull beauty in young Troyes desire So stoode Corinna varnishing her tyre G. Chapman Herewith she rose like the Autumnall starre Fresh burnisht in the lofty Ocean flood That darts his glorious influence more farre Then any lampe of bright Olympus broode Shee lifts her lightning armes aboue her head And stretcheth a Meridian from her blood That slept awakt in her Elizian bed Then knit shee vp least loosd her glowing haire Should scorch the centre and incense the ayre Idem Sweete mouth that sendst a muskie-rosied breath Fountaine of Nectar and delightfull balme Eyes clowdy-cleere smile-frowning stormie-calme Whose euery glaunce darts me a lyuing death Browes bending quaintly your round Eben arkes Smile that then Venus sooner Mars besets Locks more then golden curld in curious knots vvhere in close ambush wanton Cupid lurkes Grace Angel-like faire forhead smooth and hie Pure white that dimst the Lillies of the vale Vermilion rose that mak'st Aurora pale I. Siluester Such colour had her face as when the sunne Shines in a watry clowde in pleasant spring And euen as when the Sommer is begunne The Nightingales in boughes doe sit and sing So the
and light Breakes forth her siluer beames and her bright head Discouers to the world discomfited Of the poore trauailer that went astray vvith thousand blessings she is hurried Such was the beauty and the shining ray With which fayre Britomart gaue light vnto the day Idem Looke how the crowne which Ariadne wore Vpon her Iuory forhead that same day That Theseus her vnto his bridall bore vvhen the bold Centaures made that bloody fray vvith the fierce Lapiths that did them dismay Beeing now placed in the firmament Through the bright heauen doth her beames display And is vnto the starres an ornament vvhich round about her moue in order excellent Such was the beauty of this goodly band Idem Euen as a stage set forth with pompe and pride Where men doe cunning and theyr arte bestow When curtaines be remoou'd that all did hide Maketh by light of torch a glistering show Or as the sunne that in a clowde did bide vvhen that is gone doth cleerer seeme to grow So Bradamant when as her head was barest Her colour and her beaâ—â—â—e seemed rarest S. I. Harr. transl As when fayre Ver dight in her flowrie raile In her new coloured liuerie decks the earth And glorious Titan spreds his sun-shine vaile To bring to passe her tender infants birth Such was her beauty which I then possest With whose imbracings all my youth was blest M. Drayton Looke how a Comet at the first appearing Drawes all mens eyes with wonder to behold it Or as the saddest tale at suddaine hearing â—lakes silent listning vnto him that told it So did the blazing of my blush appeare To maze the world that holds such sights so deere S. Daniell Euen as when gaudie Nimphs pursue the chace vvretched Ixions shaggy-footed race Incenst with sauage heate gallop a maine From steeppine-bearing mountaines to the plaine So ran the people forth to gaze vpon her And all that viewd her were inamourd on her C. Marlow Like as an horse when he is barded haile And feathered pannache set vpon his head Will make him seeme more braue for to assaile The enemie he that the troope dois lead And pannach on his helme will set indeid Euen so had nature to decore her face Giuen her one top for to augment her grace Rex Sco. Like as a Taper burning in the darke As if it threatned euery watchfull eye That burning viewes it makes that eye his marke And hurles guild darts at it continually Or as it enuyed any eye but it Should see in darknes so my mistres beautie From forth her secret stand my hart doth hit And like the dart of Cephalus doth kill Her perfect louer though she meane no ill G. Chapman Now as when heauen is mufled with the vapours His long since iust diuorced wife the earth In enuy breaths to maske his spurry tapers From the vnrich aboundance of her birth When straight the Westerne issue of the ayre Beats with his floury wings those brats of dearth And giues Olympus leaue to show his fayre So fled the offended shadowes of her cheere And shewd her pleasant countenaunce ful as cleere Idem Dalliance Euen as an emptie Eagle sharpe by fast Tires with her beake on feather flesh and bone Shaking her wings deuouring all in hast Till eyther gorge be stuft or pray be gone Euen so she kist his brow his cheeke his chin And where she ends she doth anew begin W. Shakespeare Looke how close the Iuy doth embrace The tree or branch about the which it growes So close the louers couched in that place Each drawing in the breath the other blowes But how great ioyes they found that little space Well we may gesse but none for certaine knowes Such was theyr sport so well theyr leere they couth That oft they had two tongues within one mouth S. I. Harr. Like as the wanton Iuie with his twine When as the Oake his rootlesse body warmes The straightest saplings strictly doe combine Clipping the wood with his lasciuious armes Such our imbraces when our sport begins Lapt in our armes like Ledaes louely twins M. Drayton Euen as faire Castor when a calme begins Beholding then his starry-tressed brother With mirth and glee these swan-begotten twins Presaging ioy the one imbrace the other Thus one the other in our armes we fold Our breasts for ioy our harts could scarcely hold Idem As when Ioue at once from East to West Cast off two Eagles to discerne the fight Of this worlds centre both his birds ioynd brest In Cynthian Delphos since Earths nauill height So casting off my ceaselesse thoughts to see My harts true centre all doe meete in thee G. Chapman Like as a well-tunde Lute that 's tucht with skill In musicks language sweetly speaking plaine When euery string it selfe with sound doth fill Taking theyr times and giuing them againe A diapazon heard in euery straine So theyr affections set in keyes so like Still fall in consort as theyr humors strike M. Drayton Sorrow A downe his cheekes the teares so flowes As doth the streame of many springs So thunder rends the clowdes in twaine And makes a passage for the raine M. Roydon As through an arch the violent roring tide Out-runnes the eye that doth behold his hast Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride Backe to the straite that forced him so fast In rage sent out recald in rage being past Euen so his sighes his sorrowes make a saw To push greefe on and back the same greefe draw W. Shakespeare The storme so rumbled in her breast As Eolus could neuer roare the like And showres downe rained from her eyes so fast That all bedrent the place till at the last Well eased they the dolour of the minde As rage of raine doth swage the stormie wind M. Sackuile As in September when our yeere resignes The glorious sunne vnto the watry signes vvhich through the clowdes lookes on the earth in scorne The little bird yet to salute the morne Vpon the naked branches sets her foote The leaues now lying on the mossie roote And there a silly chiriping doth keepe As though she faine would sing yet faine would weepe Praysing faire Sommer that too soone is gone Or mourning winter too fast comming on In this sad plight I mourne for thy returne M. Drayton As when the fatall bird of augurie Seeing a stormie dismall clowde arise vvithin the South foretells with pittious cry The weeping tempest that on suddaine hies So the poore soule in view of his disdaine Began to descant on her future paine D. Lodge All like as Hecuba fell raging mad vvith griefe of minde and sorrow sore oppressed To see her Polydorus little lad By fraud of his kinsman vnkind distressed So rau'd Olympia fayre J. Harrington The raging pang remained still within That would haue burst out all at once so fast Euen so we see the water tarry in A bottle little mouth'd and big in wast That though you topsie-turnie turne the brim The licour bides behind with
to augment his waues Glides on with pompe of waters vnwithstood Vnto the Ocean which his tribute craues And layes vp all his wealth within that powre vvhich in it selfe all greatnes doth deuoure So flockt the mightie with theyr following traine Vnto the all-receauing Bullenbrooke S. Daniell Then thou on thine imperiall Chariot set Crownd with a rich imperled Coronet Whilst the Parisian dames as thy traine past Theyr precious incense in aboundance cast As Cynthia from the waue-embateled shrowdes Opening the west comes streming through the clowds With shining troopes of siluer-tresled starres Attending on her as her Torch-bearers And all the lesser lights about her throne With admiration stand as lookers on Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queene of light along her spheare doth glide M. Drayton Ciuill warres Euen like to Rheine which in his birth opprest Strangled almost with rocks and mighty hills Workes out away to come to better rest Warres with the Mountaines striues against their wills Brings forth his streames in vnitie profest Into the quiet bed he proudly fills Carrying the greatnes which he cannot keepe Vnto his death and buriall in the deepe So did the worlds proude Mistres Rome at first Striue with an hard beginning ward with neede Forcing her strong confiners to the worst And in her blood her greatnes first did breede So Spaine at home with Moores ere forth it burst Did practise long and in it selfe did bleed So did our state begin with her owne wounds To try her strength ere it enlargd her bounds Sam. Daniell Like as an exhalation hote and dry Amongst the ayre-bred moistie vapours throwne Spetteth his lightning forth couragiously Renting the thicke clowdes with a thunder-stone As though the huge all-couering heauen did grone Such is the garboyle of this conflict then Braue Englishmen encountring Englishmen M. Drayton Like as a clowde foule darke and vgly black Threatning the earth with tempest euery howre Now broken with a fearefull thunder-crack Straight powreth downe his deepe earth-drenching showre Thus for theyr wrongs now rise they vp in armes Or to reuenge or to amend theyr harmes Idem Death Then downe he tumbled like an aged tree High growing on the top of rockie clift Whose hart-strings with keene steele nigh hewen be The mighty trunck halfe rent with ragged rift Doth rolle adowne the rocks falls with fearfull drift Edm. Spencer Or as a Castle reared high and round By subtile engins and malicious slight Is vndermined from the lowest ground And her foundations forst and feebled quite At last downe falls and with her heaped hight Her hastie ruine doth more heauie make And yeelds it selfe vnto the victors might Such was this Giants fall Idem As when two billowes in the Irish sounds Forcibly driuen with contrary tydes Doe meete together each aback rebounds With roring rage and dashing on all sides That filleth all the sea with foame deuides The doubtfull current into diuers waues So fell these two in spight of both theyr prides Idem Hope Like as through Tagus faire transparent streames The wandring Marchant sees the sandy gold Or like as Cynthias halfe obscured beames In silent night the Pilot doth behold Through mistie clowdes and vapours manifold So through a mirror of my hop'd for gaine I saw the treasure which I should obtaine â—h Storer Like as the sunne at one selfe time is felt With heate to harden clay and waxe doth melt So Amrams sacred sonne in these proiects Made one selfe cause haue two contrary effects For Isaack humbly knew theyr Lord diuine But Pharo more and more did still repine Like to the corpslet old the more t is bet vvith hammer hard more hardnes it doth get Th. Hudson This ill presage aduisedly she marketh Euen as the winde is husht before it raineth Or as the Wolfe doth grin before he barketh Or as the berry breakes before it staineth Or like the deadly bullet of a gunne His meaning strooke her ere his words begun W. Shakespeare Astonishment Like as the tiller of the fruitfull ground vvith suddaine storme and tempest is astonished vvho sees the flash and heares the thunders sound And for their maisters sake the cattell punished Or when by hap a faire old Pine he found By force of raging wind his leaues diminished So stood amazd the Pagan in that place His Lady present at that wofull case I. Harrington Euen as a Wolfe by pinching famine led That in the field a carrion beast doth finde On which before the doggs and Rauens haue fed And nothing left but bones and hornes behind Stands still and gazeth on the carkasse dead So at this sight the Pagan Prince repind And curseth oft and cals himselfe a beast For comming tardy to so rich a feast Idem Like to a man who walking in the grasse Vpon a Serpent suddenly doth tread Plucks backe his foote and turnes away his face His colour fading pale as he were dead Thus he the place thus he the act doth shun Lothing to see what he before had done M. Drayton Looke how the God of wisedome marbled stands Bestowing Laurell wreaths of dignitie In Delphos I le at whose impartiall hands Hang antique scrolles of gentle Herauldry And at his feete ensignes and trophies lie Such was my state whom euery man did follow As liuing statue of the great Apollo Th. Storer All as the hungry winter-starued earth vvhen she by nature labours towards her birth Still as the day vpon the darke world creepes One blossome forth after another peepes Till the small flower whose roote is now vnbound Gets from the frostie prison of the ground Spreading the leaues vnto the powrefull noone Deckt in fresh colours smiles vpon the sunne Neuer vnquiet care lodge in that brest Where but one thought of Rosamond did rest M. Drayton Courage Like as a fire the which in hollow caue Hath long beene vnder-kept and downe supprest With murmure as disdaine doth inly raue And grudge in so straite prison to be prest At last breakes forth with furious vnrest And striues to mount vnto his natiue seate All that did erst it hinder and molest It now deuoures with flames and scorching heat And carries into smoke with rage and horror great So mightily the Brittaine Prince him rousd Out of his hold Edm. Spencer As he that striues to stop a sudden flood And in strong bands his violence inclose Forceth it swell aboue his wonted moode And largely ouer-flows the fruitfull plaine That all the country seemes to be a maine And the rich furrowes flote all quite fordone The wofull husbandman doth lowd complaine To see his whole yeeres labour lost so soone For which to God he made so many an idle boone So him he held and did through might amate Idem Like as a Saphire hanging downe the breast A farre more orient glittering doth make Then doth a Diamond of good request Set in a bracelet and more glory take Not for the vertue but the places sake So did a clowdy saphire