to cry aloud There might you heare the cannons rore Eche pece discharged a louers loke Which had the power to rent and tore In any place wheras they toke And euen with the trumpets sowne The scaling ladders were vp set And beauty walked vp and downe with bow in hand and arrowes whet Then first desire began to scale And shrowded him vnder his targe As on the worthiest of them all And aptest for to geue the charge Then pushed souldiers with their pikes And holbarders with handy strokes The hargabushe in flesh it lightes And dims the ayre with misty smokes And as it is the souldiers vse When shot and powder gins to want I hanged vp my flagge of truce And pleaded for my liues graunt When fansy thus had made her breach And beauty entred with her band with bag and baggage seâ—y wretch I yelded into beauties hand Then beauty bad to blow retrete And euery soldiour to retire And mercy wilde with spede to fet Me captiue bound as prisoner Madame quoth I sith that this day Hath serued you at all assaies I yelde to you without delay Here of the fortresse all the kaies And sith that I haue ben the marke At whom you shot at with your eye Nedes must you with your handy warkeâ— Or salue my sore or let me dye The aged louer renounceth loue I Lothe that I did loue In youth that I thought swete As time requires for my bâ—houe Me thinkes they are not mete My lustes they do me leaue My fansies aâ—l be fled And tract of time begins to weaue Gray heares vpon my hed For age with â—teling steps Hath clawed me with his crowch And lusty life away she leapes As there had bene none such My muse doth not delight Me as she did before My hand and pen are not in plight As they haue bene of yore For reason me denies This youthly idle timâ— And day by day to me she cries Leaue of these toyes in time The wrinkles in my brow The furrowes in my face Say limping age will hedge him now Where youth must geue him place The harbinger of death To me I see him ride The cough the cold the gasping breath Doth bid me to prouide A pikeax and a spade And eke a shrowding shete A house of clay for to be made For such a gest most mete Me thinkes I heare the clarke That knoles the carefull knell And bids me leaue my wofull warke Ere nature me compell My kepers knit the knot That youth did laugh to scorne Of me that clene shalbe forgot As I had not bene borne Thus must I youth giue vp Whose badge I long did weare To them I yelde the wanton cup That better may it beare Lo here the bared scull By whose balde signe I know That stouping age away shall pull which youthfull yeres did sow For beauty with her â—and These croked cares hath wrought And shipped me into the land From whence I first was brought And ye that bide behinde Haue ye none other trust As ye of claye were cast by kinde So shall ye waste to dust Of the ladie went worthes death TO liue to dye and dye to liue againe With good renowne of fame well led before Here lieth she that learned had the lore Whom if the parfect vertues wolden daine To be set forth with foile of worldly grace was noble borne and match in noble race Lord Wentworthes wife nor waÌ„ted to attaine In natures giftes her praise among the rest But that that gaue her praise aboue the best Not fame her wedlocks chastnes durst distain Wherein with child deliueryng of her wombe Thuntimely birth hath brought theÌ„ both in tomb So left she life by death to liue againe The louer accusing his loue for her vnfaithfulnesse purposeth to liue in libertie THe smoky sighes the bitter teares That I in vaine haue wasted The broken slepes the wo and feares That long in me haue lasted The loue and all I owe to thee Here I renounce and make me free Which fredome I haue by thy guilt And not by my deseruing Since so vnconstantly thou wilt Not loue but still be swering To leaue me of which was thine owne â—ithout cause why as shalbe knowen The frutes were faire the which did grow Within thy garden planted The leaues were grene of euery bough And moysâ—ure nothing wanted Yet or the blossoms gan fall The caterpiller wasted all Thy body was the garden place And â—ugred wordes it beareth The blossomes all thy faith it was which as the canker wereth The caterpiller is the same That hath wonne thee and lost thy name I meane thy louer loued now By thy pretented folye which will proue like thou shalt finde how Unto a tree of holly That barke and bery beares alwayes The one birdes feedes the other slayes And right well mightest thou haue thy wish Of thy loue new acquaynted For thou art lyke vnto the dishe That Adrianus paynted Wherin were grapes portraid so faire That fowles for foode did there repaireâ— But I am lyke the beaten fowle That from the net escaped And thou art lyke the rauening owle That all the night hath waked For none intent but to betray The slepyng fowle before the day Thus hath thy loue been vnto me As pleasant and commodious As was the fyre made on the sea By Naulus hate so odious Therwith to train the grekish host From Troyes return where they wer lost The louer for want of his desire sheweth his death at hand AS Cypres tree that rent is by the roote As branch or slippe bereft froÌ„ wheÌ„ce it growes As wel sowen seede for drought that can not sprout As gaping ground that raineles can not close As moules that want the earth to do them bote As fishe on land to whom no water flowes As Thameleon that lackes the aier so sote As flowers do fade when Phebus rarest showes As Salamandra repulsed from the fire So wanting my wish I dye for my desire A happy end excedeth all pleasures and riches of the world THe shining season here to some The glory in the worldes sight Renowmed fame through fortune wonne The glitteryng golde the eyes delight The sensuall life that semes so swete The hart with ioyful dayes replete The thyng wherto eche wight is thrall The happy ende exceadeth all Against an vnstedfast woman O Temerous tauntres that delights in toyes Tumbling cockboat totring to and fro Ianglyng iestres deprauers of swete ioyes Groud of the graffe whence al my grief doth grow Sullen serpent enuironned with dispite That yll for good at all times doest requite A praise of Petrarke and of Laura his ladie O Petrarke hed and prince of poets al Whose liuely gift of flowing eloquence Wel may we seke but finde not how or whence So rare a gift with thee did rise and fal Peace to thy bones and glory immortall Be to thy name and to her excellence whose beauty lighted in thy time and sence So to be set forth as none
procure them self to sweat With thoughtes that for the time do much appease my paine But yet they cause a farther feare and brede my woe againe Me thinke within my thought I se right plaine appere My hartes delight my sorowes leche mine earthly goddesse here With euery sondry grace that I haue sene her haue Thus I within my wofull brest her picture paint and graue And in my thought I roll her bewties to and fro Her laughing chere her louely looke my hart that perced so Her strangenes when I sued her seruant for to be And what she said and how she smiled when that she pitied me Then comes a sodaine feare that riueth all my rest Lest absence cause forgetfulnes to sink with in her brest For when I think how far this earth doth vs deuide Alas me seâ—es loue throwes me downe I fele how that I slide But then I think againe why should I thus mistrust So swete a wighte so sad and wise that is so true and iust For loth she was to loue and wauering is she not The farther of the more desirde thus louers tie their knot So in dispaire and hope plonged am I both vp an doune As is the ship with wind and waue when Neptune list to froune But as the watery showers delay the raging winde So doth good hope clene put away dispaire out of my minde And biddes me for to serue and suffer paciently For what wot I the after weale that fortune willes to me For those that care do know and tasted haue of trouble When passed is their wofull paine eche ioy shall seme them double And bitter sendes she now to make me tast the better The plesant swete when that it comes to make it seme the sweter And so determine I to serue vntil my breath Ye rather die a thousand times then once to false my faithe And if my feble corps through weight of woful smart Do faile or faint my wyll it is that still she kepe my hart And when thys carcas here to earth shalbe refarde I do bequeth my weried ghost to serue her afterwarde The meanes to attain happy life MArtial the thinges that do attain The happy life be these I finde The richesse left not got with pain The frutefull ground the quiet minde The egall frend no grudge no strife No charge of rule nor gouernance Without disease the healthful life The houshold of continuance The meane diet no delicate fare Trew wisdom ioyned with simplenesse The night discharged of all care where wine the wit may not oppresse The faithfull wife without debate Such slepes as may begile the night Contented with thine own estate Ne wish for death ne feare his might Praise of meane and constant estate OF thy life Thomas this compasse wel mark Not aye with ful sailes the hye seas to beat Ne by coward dred in shonning stormes dark On shalow shores thy keel in peril freat Who so gladly halseth the golden meane Uoide of daungers aduisdly hath his home Not with lothsome muck as a den vnclean Nor palacelike wherat disdain may glome The lofty pyne the great winde often riues With violenter swey falâ—e turrets stepe Lightnings assault the hie mountains cliues A hart wel stayd in ouerthwartes depe Hopeth amendes in swete doth feare the sowre God that sendeth withdraweth winter sharp Now il not aye thus once Phebus to lowre With bowe vnbent shal cesse and frame to harp His voice In straite estate appere thou stout And so wisely when lucky gale of winde All thy puft sailes shal fill loke wâ—ll about Take in a ryft hast is wast profe doth finde Praise of certaine psalmes of Dauid translated by sir T. w. the elder THe great Macedon that out of Persle chased Darius of whose huge power all Asie rong In the rich ark dan Homers rimes he placed who fayned gestes of heathen princes song What holy graue what worthy sepulture To Wiattes Psalmes should Christians then purchase where he doth paint the liuely faith and pure The stedfast hope the swete returne to grace Of iust Dauid by perfite penitence Where rulers may see in a mirrour clere The bitter frute of false concupiscence How Iewry bought Urias death full dere In princes harts Gods scourge imprinted depe Ought them awake out of their sinfull slepe Of the death of the same sir T. w. DYuers thy death do diuersly bemone Some that in presence of thy liuelyhed Lurked whose brestes enuy with hate had swolne Yeld Ceasars teares vpon Pompeius hed Some that watched with the murdrers knife With eger thirst to drink thy giltlesse blood Whose practise brake by happy end of life With enuious teares to heare thy fame so good But I that knew what harbred in that hed What vertues rare were temperd in that brest Honour the place that such a iewell bred And kisse the ground whereas thy corse doth rest With vapord eyes from whence such streames auaâ—l As Pyramus did on Thisbes brest bewail Of the same VVResteth here that quick could neuer rest Whose heauenly giftes encreased by disdain And vertue sank the deper in his brest Such profit he by enuy could obtain A head where wisdom misteries did frame Whose hammers bet still in that liuely brain As on a stithe where that some work of fame Was dayly wrought to turne to Britaines gaine A visage stâ—rn and mylde where both did grow Uice to contemne in vertue to reioyce Amid great stormes whom grace assured so To liue vpright and smile at fortunes choyce A hand that taught what might be said in rime That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit A mark the which vnparfited for time Some may approch but neuer none shal hit A toung that serued in forein realmes his king whose courteous talke to vertue did enflame Eche noble hart a worthy guide to bring Our English youth by trauail vnto fame An eye whoâ—e iudgement none affect could blinde Frendes to allure and foes to reconcile Whose persing loke did represent a minde With vertue fraught reposed void of gile A hart where dreade was neuer so imprest To hide the thought that might the trouth auance In neither fortune loft nor yet represt To swel in wealth or yeld vnto mischance A valiaunt corps where force and beawty met Happy alas to happy but for foes Liued and ran the race that nature set Of manhodes shape where she the mold did lose But to the heauens that simple soule is fled Which left with such as couet Christ to know Witnesse of faith that neuer shall be ded Sent for our helth but not receiued so Thus for our gilte this iewel haue we lost The earth his bones the heauens possesse his gost Of the same IN the rude age when knowledge was not rife If Ioue in Create and other were that taught â—rtes to conuert to profit of one life wend after death to haue their temples sought If vertue yet no voide vnthankfull time Failed of some to blast her
to serue Brought vp trained in feates of war long time beyond the seas Cald home again to serue his prince whoÌ„ still he sought to please What tornay was there he refuâ—de what seruice did he shoon Where he was not nor his aduice what great exploit was doon In town a Lambe in fielde full fierce a Lion at the nede In sober wit a Salomon yet one of Hectors seede Then shame it were that any tong shold now defame his dedesâ— That in his life a mirrour was to all that him succedes No poore estate nor hie renowne his nature could peruart No hard mischance that him befell could moue hâ—s constant hartâ— Thus long he liued loued of all as one misliekt of none And where he went who cald him not the gentle Paragon But course of kinde doth cause eche fruite to fall when it is ripe And spitefull death will suffer none to scape his greuous gripe Yet though the ground receiued haue his corps into her wombe This Epitaphe ygraue in brasse shall stand vpon his tombe Lo here he lies that hateth vice and vertues life unbrast His name in earth his sprite aboue deserues to be well plast Time trieth truth EChe thing I see hath time which time must try my truth Which truth deserues a special trust on trust gret freÌ„dship groweth And frendship may not faile where faithfulnesse is sound And faithfulnesse is full of fruit and frutefull thinges be â—ound And sound is good at proofe and proofe is prince of praise And precious praise is such a pearle as seldome ner decaies All these thinges time tries forth which time I must abide How should I boldly credite craue till time my truth haue tride For as I found a time to fall in fansies frame So I do wish a lucky time for to declare the same If hap may answere hope and hope may haue his â—ire Then shall my hart possesse in peace the time that I desirâ— The louer refused of his loue imbraceth death MY youthfull yeres are past My ioyfull dayes are gone My life it may not last My graue and I am one My mirth and ioyes are fled And I a man in wo Desirous to be ded My mischiefe to forgo I burne and am a colde I freze amids the fire I see she doth withold That is my most desire I see my help at hand I see my life also I see where she doth stand That is my deadly fo I see how she doth see And yet she will be blinde I see in helping me She sekes and will not finde I see how she doth wry When I begin to mone I see when I come nye How faine she would begone I see what will ye more She will me gladly kill And you shall see therfore That she shall haue her will I can not liue with stones It is to hard a foode I will be dead at ones To do my lady good The picture of a louer BEhold my picture here well portrayed for the nones With hart consumed and falling flesh behold the very bones Whose cruell chance alas and desteny is such Onely because I put my trust in some folke all to much For sins the time that I did enter in this pine I neuer saw the rising sunne but with my weping eyen Nor yet I neuer heard so swete a voice or â—ound But that to me it did encrease the dolour of my wound Nor in so soft a bedde alas I neuer lay But that it semed hard to me or euer it was day Yet in this body bareâ— that nought but life retaines The strength wherof clene past away the care yet still remaine Like as the cole in flame doth spend it self you se To vaine and wretched cinder dust till it consumed be So doth this hope of mine inforce my feruent sute To make me for to gape in vaine whilst other eate the frute And shall do till the death doth geue me such a grace To rid this silly wofull sprite out of this dolefull case And then would God wer writ in stone or els in leade This Epitaphe vpon my graue to shew why I am dead Here lyeth the louer lo who for the loue he aught Aliue vnto his lady dere his death therby he caught And in a shielde of blacke loe here his armes appeares With weping eyes as you may see well poudred all with teares Loe here you may behold aloft vpon his brest A womans hand straining the hart of him that loued her best Wherfore all you that see this corps for loue that staruâ—s Example make vnto you all that thanklesse louers sarues Of the death of Phillips BEwaile with me all ye that haue profest Of musicke tharte by touche of coarde or winde Lay down your lutes and let your gitterns rest Phillips is dead whose like you can not finde Of musicke much exceeding all the rest Muses therefore of force now must you wrest Your pleasant notes into an other sound The string is broke the lute is dispossest The hand is cold the body in the ground The lowring lute lamenteth now therfore Phillips her frende that can her touche no more That all thing somtime finde ease of their paine saue onely the louer I See there is no sort Of thinges that liue in griefe Which at somtime may not resort Wheras they haue reliefe The striken Dere by kinde Of death that standes in awe For his recure an herbe can finde The arrow to withdrawe The chased Dere hath soile To coole him in his heat The Asse after his wery toile In stable is vp set The Cony hath his caue The litle bird his nest From heate and cold them selues to saue At all times as they list The Owle with feble sight Lyes lurking in the leaues The Sparrow in the frosty night May shroude her in the caues But wo to me alas In sunne nor yet in shade I cannot finde a resting place My burden to vnlade But day by day still beares The burden on my backe With weping eyen and watry teares To hold my hope abacke All thinges I see haue place Wherein they bow or bende Saue this alas my wofull case Which no where findeth ende Thassault of Cupide vpon the fort where the louers hart lay wounded and how he was taken VVHen Cupide scaled first the fort wherin my hart lay wounded sore The battry was of such a sort That I must yelde or dye therfore There saw I loue vpon the wall How he his banner did display Alarme alarme he gan to call And bad his souldiouâ—s kepe aray The armes the which that Cupide bare were pearced hartes with teares besprent In siluer and sable to declare The stedfast loue he alwaies ment There might you see his band all drest In colours like to white and blacke With powder and with pellets prest To bring the sort to spoile and sacke Good will the master of the shot Stode in the rampyre braue and proud For spence of powder he sparde not Assault assault
the fire will wast away And outward cast no flame Unto my self may I compare These coales that so consume Where nought is sene though men 〈◊〉 â—â—areâ— In stede of flame but fume They say also to make them burne Cold water must be cast Or els to ashes will they turne And half to sinder wast As this is wonder for to se Cold water warme the fire So hath your coldnesse caused me To burne in my desire And as this water cold of kinde Can cause both heat and cold And can these coales both breake and binde To burne as I haue told So can your tong of frosen yse From whence cold answers come Both coole the fire and fire entice To burne me all and some Like to the corne that standes on stake Which mowen in winter sunne Full faire without within is black Such heat therin doth runne By force of fire this water cold Hath bred to burne within Euen so am I that heat doth hold which cold did first begyn which heat is stint when I do striue To haue some ease sometime But flame a fresh I do reuiue Wherby I cause to clime In stede of smoke a sighing breath with sparkes of sprinkled teares That I should liue this liuyng death Which wastes and neuer weares The answer YOur borrowd meane to moue your mone of fume â—outen flame Being set from smithy smokyng coale ye seme so by the same To shew what such coales vse is taught by such as haue assayd As I that most do wish you well am so right well apayd That you haue such a lesson learnd how either to maintaine Your fredome of vnkindled coale vpheaped all in vaine Or how most frutefully to frame with worthy workmans art That cunnyng pece may passe there fro by help of heated hart Out of the forge wherin the fume of sighes doth mount aloftâ— That argues present force of fire to make the metall soft To yelde vnto the hammer hed as best the workman likes That thiron glowyâ—g after blast in time and temper strikes Wherin the vse of water is as you do seme to say To quenche no flame ne hinde heat ne yet to wast away But that which better is for youâ— and more deliteth me To saue you from the sodain waste vaine cinderlike to be Which lastyng better liâ—es in loue as you your semble ply Then doth the bauen blase that flames and fleteth by and by Sith then you know eche vse wherin your coale may be applide Either to lie and last on hoord in open ayre to bide wiâ—houten vse to gather fat by fallyng of the raines That makes the pitchy iucye to grow by sokyng in his veines Or lye on fornace in the forge as is his vse of right Wherin the water trough may serue and enteryeld her might By worke of smithes both hand and hed a cuÌ„nyng key to make Or other pece as cause shall craue and bid him vndertake Do as you deme most fit to do and wherupon may grow Such ioy to you as I may ioy your ioyfull case to know An epitaph made by w. G. lying on his death bed to be set vpon his owne tombe LO here lieth G. vnder the ground Among the gredy wormes Which in his life time neuer found But strife and sturdy stormes And namely through a wicked wife As to the worâ—d apperes She was the shortnyng of his life By many dayes and yeres He might haue liued long god wot His yerâ—s they were but yong Of wicked wâ—ues this is the lot To kill with spitefull tong Whoâ— memory shall still remayne In writiâ—g here with me That men may know whom she hath slayne And say this â—ame is she An answer IF that thy wicked wife had spon the thread And were the weauer of thy wo Then art thou double happy to be dead As happely dispatched so If rage did causelesse cause thee to complayne And mad moode mouer of thy mone If frensy forced on thy testy braine Then blist is she to liue alone So whether were the ground of others grefe Because so doutfull was the dome Now death hath brought your payne a right relefe And blessed be ye both become She that she liues no longer bound to beate The rule of such a froward hed Thou that thou liuest no lenger faine to feare The restlesse ramp that thou hadst wed Be thou as glad therfore that thou art gone As she is glad she doth avide For so ye be a sonder all is one A badder match can not betide An epitaph of maister Henry williams FRom worldly wo the mede of misbelefe From â—â—use of care that leadeth to lament From vaine delight the ground of greater grefe From feare for frendes from matter to repent From painefull pangs laâ—t sorowe that is sent From dred of death â—ith death doth set vs free With it the better pleased should we be This lothsome life where likyng we do finde Thencreaser of our crimes doth vs bereue Our blisse that alway ought to be in minde This wily world whiles here we breath aliue And flesh our fayned fo do stifly striue To flatter vs assuryng here the ioy Where we alas do finde but great annoy Untolde heapes though we haue of worldly wealth Though we possesse the sea and frutefull ground Strength beauty knowledge and vnharmed health Though at a wish all pleasure do abound It were but vaine no frendship can be found when death assalteth with his dredfull dart No raunsome can stay the home hastyng hart And sith thou cut the liues line in twaine Of Henry sonne to sir Iohn Williams knight whose manly hart and prowes none could staine Whose godly life to vertue was our light Whose worthy fame shall florish long by right Though in this life so cruell mightest thou be His spirite in heauen shall triumph ouer thee An other of the same STay gentle frend that passest by And learne the lore that leadeth all From whence we come with hast to hye To liue to dye and stand to fall And learne that strength and lusty age That wealth and want of worldly woe Can not withstand the mighty rage Of death our best vnwelcome foe For hopefull youth had hight me health My lust to last till time to dye And fortune found my vertue wealth But yet for all that here I lye Learne also this to ease thy minde when death on corps hath wrought his spite A time of triumph shalt thou finde with me to scorne him in delight For one day shall we mete againe Maugre deathes dart in life to dwell Then will I thanke thee for thy paine Now marke my wordes and fare thou well Against women either good or bad A Man may liue thrise Nestors life Thrise wander out Ulisses race Yet neuer finde Ulisses wife Such change hath chanced in this case Lesse age will serue than Paris had Small pein if none be small inough To finde good store of Helenes trade Such sap the rote doth yelde the bough
those therfore that wisely can beware The guilefull man that sutly sayth himselfe to dread the snare Blame not the stopped eares against the Syrenes song Blame not the minde not moued w t mone of falsheds flowing toÌ„g If guile do guide your wit by silence so to speake By craft to craue and faine by fraude the cause y t you wold break Great harme your suttle soule shall suffer for the same And mighty loue will wreke the wrong so cloked with his name But we whom you haue warnde this lesson learne by you To know the tree before we clime to trust no rotten bowe To view the limed bushe to looke afore we light To shunne the perilous bayted hooke and vse a further sight As do the mouse the birde the fish by samply fitly show That wily wits and ginnes of men do worke the simples wo So simple sithe we are and you so suttle be God help the Mouse the birde the fish vs your sleightes to â—â—e The louer complaineth his fault that with vngentle writing had displeased his lady AH loue how waiward is his wit what paÌ„ges do perce his brest Whom thou to wait vpon thy will hast reued of his rest The light the darke the sunne the mone the day eke the night His dayly dieng life him self he hateth in despight Sith furst he light to looke on her that holdeth him in thrall His mouing eyen his moued wit he curseth hart and all From hungry hope to pining feare eche hap doth hurle his hart From panges of plaint to fits of fume from aking into smart Eche moment so doth change his châ—re not with recourse of ease But with sere sortes of sorrowes still he worketh as the seas That turning windes not calme returnde rule in vnruly wise As if their holdes of hilles vphurld they brasten out to rise And puffe away the power that is vnto their king assignde To pay that sithe their prisonment they deme to be behinde So doth the passions long represt within the wofull wight Breake downe the banks of all his wits out they gushen quite To rere vp rores now they be free from reasons rule and stay And hâ—dlong hales thunruled race his quiet quite away No measure hath he of his ruth no reason in his rage No bottom grouÌ„d where stayes his grief thus weares away his age In wishing wants in wayling woes Death doth he dayly call To bring release when of relief he seeth no hope at all Thence comes that oft in depe despeire to rise to better state On heauen and heauenly lampes he layeth the faute of al his fate On God and Gods decreed dome cryeth out with cursing breath Eche thing that gaue and saues him life he damneth of his death The woÌ„be him bare y e brests he suckt ech star y t with their might Their secret succour brought to bring the wretch to worldly light Yea that to his soules perile is most haynous harme of all And craues the cruellest reuenge that may to man befall Her he blasphemes in whom it lieth in present as she please To dampne him downe to depth of hell or plant in heauens case Such rage constrainde my strained hart to guide thunhappy hand That sent vnsitting blots to her on whom my life doth stand But graunt O God that he for them may beare the worthy blame Whom I do in my depe distresse finde guilty of the same Euen that blinde boy that blindly guides the fautles to their fall That laughes when they lament that he hath throwen into thral Or Lord saue louring lookes of her what penance els thou please So her contented will be wonne I count it all mine ease And thou on whoÌ„ doth hang my will with hart with soul care With life and all that life may haue of well or euell fare Graunt grace to him that grates therfore with sea of saltish brine By extreme heat of boylyng brest distilled through his eyen And with thy fancy render thou my self to me againe That dayly then we duely may employ a painelesse paine To yelde and take the ioyfull frutes that â—erty loue doth lendâ— To them that meane by honest meanes to come to happy end The louer wounded of Cupide wisheth he had rather ben stâ—â—ken by death THe blinded boy that bendes the bow To make with dint of double wound The stowtest state to stoupe and know The cruell craft that I haue found With death I would had chopt a change To â—orow as by bargain made Ech others shaft when he did range With restlesse rouyng to inuade Thunthralled mindes of simple wightes Whose giltlesse ghostes deserued not To fele such fall of their delightes Such panges as I haue past God wot Then both in new vnwonted wise Should death deserue a better name Not as tofore hath bene his guise Of crueltie to beare the blame But contrary be counted kinde In lendyng life and sparyng space For sicke to rise and seke to finde A way to wish their weary race To draw to some desired end Their long and lothed life to rid And so to fele how like a frend Before the bargain made he did And loue should either bring againe To wounded wightes their owne desire A welcome end of pinyng payne As doth their cause of ruthe require Or when he meanes the quiet man A harme to hasten him to grefe A better dede he should do then With borrowd dart to geue relefe That both the sicke well demen may He brought me rightly my request And eke the other sort may say He wrought me truely for the best So had not fancy forced me To beare a brunâ— of greater wo Then leauing such a life may be The ground where onely grefes do grow Unlucky likyng linkt my hart In forged hope and forced feare That oft I wisht the other dart Had rather perced me as neare A fayned trust constrayned care Most loth to lack most hard to finde In sunder so my iudgement tare That quite was quiet out of minde Absent in absence of mine ease Present in presence of my paine The woes of want did much displease The sighes I sought did greue againe Oft grefe that boyled in my brest Hath fraught my face with saltish tearesâ— Pronouncyng proues of mine vnrest Whereby my passed paine appeares My sighes full often haue supplied That faine with wordes I wold haue said My voice was stopt my tong was tyed My wits with wo were ouerwayd With tremblyng soule and humble chereâ— Oft grated I for graunt of grace On hope that bounty might be there Where beauty had so pight her place At length I found that I did fere How I had labourde all to losse My self had ben the carpenter That framed me the cruell crosse Of this to come if dout alone Though blâ—nt with trust of better spede So oft hath moued my minde to mone So oft hath made my hart to blede What shall I say of it in dede Now hope is gone mine olde
him vnkouth wayes If so deceaue Antonius cruell gleaues They might and threats of folowyng routs escape Thus lo that Tullie went that Tullius Of royall robe and sacred senate prince When he a far the men approch espieth And of his â—one the ensignes doth aknow And with drawn swoord Popilius threatning death Whose life and holl estate in hazard once Hee had preserude when Room as yet to free Herd him and at his thundring voyce amazde Herennius eek more eyger than the rest Present enflamde with furie him purseews What might hee doo Should hee vse in defense Disarmed hands â—or pardon ask for meed Should he with wordes attempt to turn the wrath Of tharmed knight whose safegard hee had wrought No age forbids and fixt within depe brest His countryes loue and falling Romes image The charret turn sayth hee let loose the rayns Roon to the vndeserued death mee lo Hath Phebus fowl as messenger forwarnd And Ioue desires a neew heauensman to make Brutus and Cassius soulls liue you in blisse In case yet all the fates gaynstriue vs not Neither shall we perchaunce dye vnreuenged Now haue I liued O Room ynough for mee My passed life nought suffreth me to dout Noysom obliuion of the lothesome death Slea mee yet all the ofspring to come shall know And this deceas shall bring eternall life Yea and onlesse I fayl and all in vain Room I soomtime thy Augur chosen was Not euermore shall frendly fortune thee Fauour Antonius once the day shall coom When her deare wights by cruell spight thus slain Uictorious Room shall at thy hands require Me likes therwhile go see the hoped heauen Speech had he left and therwith hee good man His throte preparde and held his hed vnmouedâ— His hasting to those fates the very knightes Be lothe to see and rage rebated when They his bare neck beheld and his horeheyres Scant could they hold the teares that forth gan burst And almost fell from bloody hands the swoords Onely the stern Herennius with grym looke Dastards why stand you still he sayth and straight Swaps of the hed with his presumptuous yron Ne with that slaughter yet is he not fild Fowl shame on shame to heape is his delite Wherefore the handes also doth hee of smyte Which durst Antonius life so liuely paynt Him yeldyng strayned goste from welkin hye With lothy chere lord Phebus gan behold And in black clowd they say long hid his hed The latinâ— Muses and the Grayes they wept And for his fall eternally shall weep And lo hertpersing Pitho straunge to tell Who had to him suffisde both sense and words When so he spake and drest with nectar soote That flowyng toung when his windpipe disclosde Fled with her fleeyng frend and out alas Hath left the earth ne will no more return Popilius flyeth therwhile and leauing there The senslesse stock a grizely sight doth bear Unto Antonius boord with mischief fed Of M. T. Gicero FOr Tullie late a tomb I gan prepare When Cynthie thus bad mee my labour spare Such maner things becoom the ded quoth hee But Tullie liues and styll alyue shall bee N. G. A ALas so al things now 5 Although I had a chek 10 As oft as I behold 12 Auising the bright 22 Alas madam for steling 23 Accused though I be 29 All in thy loke my life 34 A face that shold content 35 A lady gaue me a gift 42 A spending hand 47 Alas that euer death 62 A sâ—udent at his boke 64 As cypresse tree 74 Among dame natures 77 All ye that frendship 78 As I haue ben so wil 79 At libertie I sit and see 80 As laurel leaues 83 A kinde of cole is 97 A man may liue thrise 100 Ah loue how waiward 102 A cruel Tiger 107 Ah libertie now haue I 107 Adieu desert how art 108 Alas when shal I ioy 112 B BRitle beautie that 5 Because I stil kept 21 Behold loue thy power 28 By fortune as I lay 55 Behold my picture 70 Bewail with me 70 C CEsar when that the. 21 Cruel vnkinde 74 Complain we may 96 D DIuers thy death 16 Disdain me not 31 Desire alas my maister 41 Driuen by desire I did 44 Death and the king 78 Do all your dedes by 97 Do way your phisick 106 E ECh beast can choose 14 Eche man me telth 21 Euer my hap is slack 36 Experience now doth 67 Ech thing I see hath 69 F FRom Tuscan came 5 Farewell the hart of 24 From these hye hilles 25 For want of will in wo. 31 Farewell loue 37 For shamefast harme 43 Full faire and white she is 61 For that a restlesse hed 69 Flee from the prease 82 For loue Apollo 8â— False may he be 83 From worldly wo 99 Farewell thou frosen hart 111 For Tully late 117 G GOod ladies ye that 9 Geue place ye louers 10 Girt in my giltlesse gown 13 Go burning sighes 38 Geue place ye ladies 67 H HE is not dead that 29 How oft haue Iâ— 36 Holding my peace 107 I IN Cyprus springes 5 I neuer saw my L. lay 6 In winters iust return 8 If care do cause men cry 15 In the rude age 17 If waker carâ— 20 I finde no peace 21 It may be good 23 In faith I wote not 24 If euer man might him 32 If amorous faith 36 It burneth yet alas 40 I see that chaunce hath 41 If thou wilt mighty be 43 In court to serue 44 In doutfull brest 45 If euer wofull man 50 If right be rackt 51 In Grece sometime 52 It is no fire 62 I lent my loue to losse 64 In seking rest 66 I see there is no sort 71 I lothe that I did loue 72 If it wer so that God 75 In fredom was my fantasy 76 I rede how Troilus 81 I heard when fame 84 I ne can close in short 85 It was the day on which 90 I that Ulisses yeres 9â— If that thy wicked wife 99 I would I found not 104 I sâ—â—ly Haw 107 In bayes I bost 109 In court as I beheld 110 Imps of king Ioâ—â— 113 In working well 113 L LOue 〈◊〉 liueth 4 Layâ—â—n my quiet bed 18 Lux my fair falcon 35 Loue â—ortune my minde 36 Like vnto these vnmesu 36 Like as the bird with 43 Like as the Lark 52 Lo here the end of man 56 Like as the brake 78 Like as the rage of raine 80 Like the Phenix a bird 88 Loe ded he liues 89 Loe here lieth G. 98 M MArtial the thinges 16 My Ratclif when 18 My galley charged 22 Madame withouten 23 Myne old dere enmy 25 Maruell no'more altho 27 My loue to scorne 29 My lute awake 33 My hart I gaue thee 37 Mistrustfull mindes 40 My mothers maides 45 Mine own I. Poins 46 My youthfull yeres 70 N NAture that gaue the bee 34 Nature that taught 68 Not like a God came 95 No ioy haue I. 104 Now clattering armes 115 O O Happy dames that may 8 O lothsome