foe That yeildeth foode vnto my cursed cares And poyson strong with hony ioyn'd prepares Heau'ns shew your power earth tremble at my crye And stony rockes be molyfied with moane The rurall Gods with mournfull melodie Lament my chaunce bewaile choice ech one Your sheapheard swaine in sables clad with care Doth for the dead some mourning weeds prepare The lining doth presage his dying dole His life is death while others reape his toyle Who hath not power himselfe for to controle Is sure the fruite of some aacursed soyle His tong too long his wisedome is too short Who rues in deede the thing he spake iu sport But Ladies yet condemne not his desire Though passed deeds his present griefe proâ—â—re And lare mishhapps yeild fuell to his fier That scant he can the scorching heate endure Whose ayde he craues to mollyfie his paine With pleasaÌ„t sport of some conceyted vaine PASSION VI. INtract of time is pers'd the hardest fliut Not by the force but by the droppinges fall My greefes from raging rigor neuer stint And can I then endure such cursed thrall Yt were a hell to thinke of such a paine Which naught but cares doth wrest from gored vainâ—… Vaine is my vaine yet voyde of vaine delight Curst is the chaunce that chayngeth to extreame Vnhappie man subiect to Fortunes might Can nought but greefe my fatall greefe redeeme Then welcom griefe though death more welcom weare Whose force at once might eâ—…d tormenting feare Feare which doth frett the wearie crased heart More then the paine that torment can procure The heau'ns I call for to record my smart That thus long did such agonies endureâ—… Leaue to â—…aye loue to be iust yee skieâ—… And martyre those that doe your power despise Skies fild with flame of fierie fretting ire That kindled wrath into my pensiue soule In LVCANS forge which frameth deepe desire To sell my life for Fortunes blessed dole Yâ—… dole I câ—…e sweete Ladieâ—… to asswage The dismâ—… 〈◊〉 of IANVS daughters ragâ—… PASSION VII SCarce warme I burne yet freeze in fierie flame Displeased still I rest content withall Yet male-content againe eu'n with the same What freedom wrought eft-soones hath made me thrall Thus contrarie these coutraries I taste Thus borne to beare I liue my life to waste Life is a death when dolors taste doth sway And death a life to such as crosses beare My thred is spoon to be the VVLTVâ—… spray That Tiger-like my â—…ell death doth sweare Thoughts force my lingring life to weare and pine Conceyt will kill the stoutest heart in fine Distressed thus my light-some hope is past And darknes doth with horror now appeare Maister the shippe that hath a broken Mast Through darkest clouds Sonns goulden beams are cleere So let the beams and beautie of your grace Shine through the mist that doth my ioy deface Hide not the glasse with any wooden case Let vertues mindes some vertues workes bring foorth Doe not sweete Nimphs your noble mindes imbase With any act that shall not be of worth But let your sonne shine to your sheapheards case The praise is yours if you his griefe appease PASSION VIII VVay-faring thus in wildernes of care My woefull minde with thornes of discontent Doth yeild new thoughts which torments newe prepare Then I begyn a gaine for to lament Where first began the Period of my fall There first I pause and rue the summe of all Thus doe I mourne thus doe I moane my daies And itt'terate still my heapes of deepe annoy Thus doe I liue and liuing loue to prayse The thing which doth my comforts hope destroy How can I liue and lead this wearie life When life encrease and death might end the strife O blessed death would death but heare my crie And succour lend to such as succour want O happie man yflingering miserie Had once an end my dolors to supplante Yet would I feare least death would me forsake And lothed life my carcas dead awake Whom heau'ns doe spite earthes disdaine dispise He whylome liu'd in pleasures pleasant bower With patience the low againe may rise The fretting horse is spent within an houre For all extreames doe worke extreame effectes And contrarie yeilde contrarie aspectes PASSION IX YF wayling may appease the wrathfull Gods And pittie moue the tyranized heart My scourged minde with firie burning rods Maye paye the tribute of my restles smart With sacrifice of salt and brinish teares Which yeilde newe life to late departed feares No floode so heigh but hath as loâ—… an ebb No storme so great but hath a caulme ensuies No man so mad to weaue his sorrowes webb And being condemnd his pardon will refuse Floods stormes and webbs of griefe of care of paitre Mayfall may cease may be vndone againe Floods stormes nor webs of my new budding woe Will fall or cease or be vndone at all The more I striue the stronger is the bowe Which will not bend but to my greater fall And still doth shoote the arrowes of disdaine My hope being dead to wound to kill againe Dead hope except my froward fortnne change Which bends her browe and yeildes no hope to me But that I must in wildest dezartes rainge With sauage rude and Tigers to agree No force for there the Driads I shall finde With musickes note for to refresh my minde PASSION X. LEaue soule to mourne for that which hath no cure Yt is in vaine to striue against the winde Set vp thy rest that nothing can endure In such extreames except it be assignd Bv th' mperiall powers that guide the starrs To trie thee here that sende such deadly warrs These miseries vn-thought approch'd the place Where first I ken'd the peâ—…ll which ensu'd But all to late for then did hope deface My passedioyes which heauenly I viewâ—…d Looking astance on that which came behinde My heart pen'd vp in sorrowes fould I finde You Ladies then the Nurses of my hope Which may asswage the swelling of my minde Affoorde vnto my captiue soule some scope Whome to your wills is willingly inclin'd With firme repose of vncontrouled thought Whoe but your dome accounteth all for nought By PHEBVS beames is cherished ech wight By PHEBVS beames the dead obtaineth life When ATROP cutts which is our ioyes delight The twisted twine with stroke of fatall kniffe Can you not then helpe dead to life againe And comfortyeild that PHEBVS beames retaine PASSION XI O lampe that guides the circle of the globe Yf pitties fruite doth nestle in thy brest Scorne not in pride the humble to disroabe With nakednes from his enioyed rest That willing yeildes vnto thy sacred doome Thoughe web of care be knit in sorrowes loome You scoffing ECCHOS that repeat my crie And answere make when to the woods I moane Yfanie say I faine you may replie And witnes that vnder this curse I groane Who better knowes if that the priest did ken All that he ought then clark that said Amen You are the Sextons of my haplesse plaints
left to paine Thus wrong'd by death which hath my death delayed Whose eares thou fiâ—…st with prayers though in vaine Leaue to intreate the fiend that forst to fall And doth triumph thus glutted with thy thrall Seest not that time cannot so long endure But that thou must needes haue some speedy end Of that which doth thy sorrowes thus procure What needeth then thy breath in vaine to spend For date of time which shortly wastes away Being once expir'd thy sorrowes must decay The greatest fier PIâ—…ACKMON sendeth forth Will soone be quench'd when matter none is left And here we see that men of greatest worth When sap is gone will soone of breath bereft Why should I thinke death would my time delay Syth that which feedeth life doth fade away Nothing so hard but time at last doth weare Naught wanteth rest but will consume in fine How can my heart which doth my sorrowes beare Chuse but with speede consume away and pinc Death will at last stretch out his angrie arme Inforst by time to end my endlesse harme PASSION XXXVIII BOwes not my body with the force of age Ys not the skyn far wyder then my face And flesh consum'd by force of wrathfull age What doe not siluer hayres yeilde goodly grace And be not these the kalendars of time Which witnes that in cares I spend my prime Were none of these my blood still waxeth could And I doe feele a weakenes in my minde Feare disposâ—…est my wonted courage bould Dimnes of thought doth make my senses blinde Benomn'd I am in euerie part at length That cleane I lost the force of former strength These tokens shew my paine not long shall last Nor I thoughe steele be able to endure These torments which encrease the surging blast Then let me not my greater harmes procure By fearing paine more then the force of paine Which feeble strength could not in me refraine Should I suppose I could exceede the dayes Which are layde downe to finish all my cares And doth encrease the cause which hope delayes Then let me yeilde to him that still prepares A salue to such as call to him for ayde And to abide the brunt are neu'r dismayde PASSION XXXIX EStranged from the fruite of quiete rest How can I choose but waste and weare away Whose accents new with feeling force molest The troubled thoughts which carefull minde dismay Who would the some of sorrowes all display Within my life let him the same suruay Some one repeates he roules the restles stone With SISIPHVS an other Taâ—…tals payne Doth beare the third is rack'd with IXION And others do like TITIVS complayne But yet the worst of their accurst annoyes Eu'n is the best and chiefest of my ioyes Walke I abroad to meete some companie For to remoue these cursed eates away Eche man I meet a mappe of miserie Presents to worke my ruine and decay His humor stor'd with pleasure and delight Vnto my minde new cares effect inuite And as in stormes copartners yeild content And maketh lesse the burthen of the minde Eu'n so a man in seas of sorowes spent And knowes not where a mate therein to finde Must needs endure the torment all alone When to the winde he makes his ruthles moane PASSION XL. REst I at home remembrance rackes my minde The obiect which doth feede my hungrie thought For nothing there remaynes for me to finde But euen the sound which I haue deerely bought Repentance purchas'd with hastie brayne Which stores my mind with heapes of loath d disdayne For idle heads build castles in the ayre And being alone am I there where I am No sure I view full many a countrey fayre And forren thoughts doe feede my fancies flame Eu'n thus I weare and waste away the time Declining when I haue most minde to clime The day expir'd the nights approach supplies Where dreames with feare preuert my quiet rest And MORPHEVS a sopor sweete demes Which after toyle should be my mornings feast Sometimes I bathe my carefull couch with teares From soundest sleepe a wak'd with starting feares Iturne and tosse for Bodies ease is scant When minde is fraught with burthens of annoy And cares my ioyes with spreding bows supplant Dispayre doth hope with vglie face destroy Thus discontents plant accentes of my griefe Which do suppresse the agents of reliefe PASSION XLI TIme draweth on to frustrate my desires Which vent will giue to my abortiue cares For to burst foorth to cruell flaming fiers Which wastes my life fast fettred in the snares Of discontents and then shall cease to moane When matter wantes for griefe to feede vpon Yeilde then content till sorrowes wearied be Let them complaine what toyle they doe endure Both day and night in persecuting thee Then they will cease thy torments to procure And for to reape vnto themselues some ease Thy will consent thy bondage to release Then shall the beau'ns confesse they did thee wrong And earth possest with such a tyrannie Shall curse the seedes whereof thy woes are sprong All moaning thus thy woefull miserie O man thus borne in spite of angrie starrs Whose selfe-conceyte worke to him deadly warrs Could all the Gods being ioin'd in one consent Frame such a one which art no time could cure Though SATVRNE had some crooked nature lent Thinges of such force but fieldome are in vre And though they be yet cannot much preuaile Yf fate giue place vnto our swelling sayle PASSION XLII PLant seated in a loose vnstable soyle Know'st not the state of this deceiuing time Howe cruell FATE returne with world of spoyle After the sacke of a most fertile clime What doth earth hould or sea or ayre contayne But a congealed heape or errors vaine Our dayes doe moue like shadowes on the wall What doth not moue like shadowes light effect Howers flie full fast to bring vs vnto thrall What doth not flie like shortest howers aspect Waues dos ou'r-flowe the sandes that be so wide What doth not swell as doth the flowing tyde The fruites made ripe by force of hastie time Doe soonest fade the blossome being decayed And as the flowing waues swell in their prime So flies it fast like shadowes forme display'd The day is full of labore paynefull toyle The day is full of dolors deadly spoyle Pale death doth knocke eu'n at thy princely gate With like demaunde as at the cottage poore Doth pale death knocke with iust demaund no hate Ingraf'd with wrong to these extreames do sture For he destroyes as well Captayne boulde As poorest wretch fram'd of this earthly moulde PASSION XLIII ARm'd to offend death maketh choyse of none Nor difference to worke his sauage will But all alike none by 〈◊〉 is gone Vnto the pot his huÌ„ngrie mawe 〈◊〉 One house of death is common vnto all One lawe of death doeth gouerne great and small Flowers grasse mist doth fall doth wither doth fade With winde in time to th' aire flowers grasse mist we be For here being sent to dig
and delue with spade Our workes bring foorth the fruite of misene As flowers fall grasse wither mist fades away So doth our daies fall wither and decay What thinge so sure but falleth at the last Or what so firme but minates in time Who is so wise that can endure the blast Which doth forbid the hastie for to clime Of thinges that shal be dust let no man store Dust we shal be and dust we weare before Yf choyse be made or difference take place Eu'n with that choyce death waxeth more vnmil'd The fairest flowers fall soonest to disgrace And worser thinges scape often vndefil'd So many bad doe daies enioye When dinâ—… of death doe better sort destroye PASSION XLIIII REsted by choyse our dayes we finish here And IOVE himselfe the choyse thereof hath made Being lou'd we die IOVE lou's as doth appeere By motions which errors doe inuade So those whom IOVE with princely care doth loue Them he doth chase his Godhead to approue O happie man of whom IOVE made a choyse O happie man whom IVPITER doth loue Whom IOVE accepts he onely may reioyce Whom IOVE takes to himselfe he doth reproue Yf chosen thus and loued so by IOVE Or though reprou'd why should we faâ—…t in loue He onely shall the flaming wals enioy That gardes the thorne of IOVES imperiall â—…eate And shall behould that prince which may destroy PHEBVS brigâ—…t beams which feedeth vs with heate No sorrowes then nor griefe shall him molest Being lath'd by IOVE vnto his heau'nly feast So shall he â—…est amongst the chiefest starrs There a new star plac'd for to yeilde vs light And by his death shall end these terren warrs And life a newe begyn to leade vpright And shall no more behould the theater Where tragick eu'll leade mortall men to erre PASSION XLV REstes any thing more lighter then a haire No haire but doth IOVES godhead high reproue What is more light then birds which sparrowes rere Yet sparrowes witnes that there is a IOVE Is any thing of greater weight then life And shall life passe in mistie cloudes of strife Yt may not be that I should so beleeue Life comes to vs eu'n by the heu'ns decree To such conceyt I may â—…o credit giue Life flies away by dynt of destinye Life we possesse by force of IOVES commaund Life we must yeild if IVPITER demaund For borne we are and die we stalbe sure Because we are of purpose borne to die But not content with our estates vnsure Nor pleased yet death should our patience trie IOVE did commaund and death obaves his will So let it rest IOVES doome for to fulfill IOVE did commaund which must not be gain-said He spake the word and all did yeild consent He made a beck and roaring seas obayed Then with our states why are we not content He wills vs from these worldly cares refrayne And his edict must eu'r and eu'r remayne PASSION XLVI YF this be thus then farewell all my ioy Which I possest before these cares encroc'hd IOVE made a choyse death did his choise destroy O would that death had vnto me approch'd More welcome sure had been his deadly dart Then these annoyes which breede encreasing smart Farewell my ioy I doe renounce thy smile I hate the thing which cause of ioy may yeild Least fayned hope should certaine FATE beguyle Despaire hath wonne the honor of the field My loue my life my ioy is gone before Death may alone my hope of ease restore Then as the faithfull which embrace the toole And kisse the same which life doth take away Who well were taught in high IEHOVAS schoole That beares the bag of simple truth alway So will I clippe and kisse this world of paine Which Ioue hath sent to coole my wandring braine Embracing death and loathing lifes repose I rest content and watch the happie time I seeke not now to triumphe ou'r my foes Yet heere would faine end both my life and rime But that I vowed ou'r as your sheapheard true With hand and hart to serue and honour you FINIS THE Patrone his pathetical Posies Sonets Maddrigalls Rowndelayes Together With SINETIS Dompe Plena vercuÌ„di culpa pudoris erat POSIE I The patrones conceyte DOmesticke Goddes of the Sea-whal'd Isle Heau'â—… erected trophies of thy prayes AVâ—…ORAS blush that beautifies thy smile Sh'nes far more bright then Phoebus goulden rayes Natures chiefe pride the map of beauties grace Loues louely sweeâ—… which vertue doth embrace Of-spring of â—…dds borne of the salt-sea foame Thoughts 〈◊〉 that doth to Pallas bower inclines A Commet that in starrie night doth gloame And doth presage of misteries diuine An ornament bedeck'd with goulden tyres A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires Reposed rest of ADON'S ardent looke Thy Christall-pointed eies like Saphyres blue Set in the snowe doe hide a bayted hooke Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue Were ADON here to viewe thy VENVS eye Could ADON such a VENVS suite denye Olympus Queene that doth commaunde the skyes Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle No base aspect in thy sweeâ—…e bodie lies Thy fauouâ—… doe the stealing time beguile For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre That all applaude thou onâ—… art sweete and faire POSIE I The Patrones Conceyte THe Radian beam's of natur's purest die With honours Equipage long liue thy fame Whose siluer arkes surpasing Christall skie Doth force loue Queene to reuerence thy name Starrs doe inuay that earth retaineth thee From making Fourth amongst the graces Three Heau'ns newe ioy earth's possessed wonder The welkins ptide if they might thee embraece As they did IOVES loue that kills with thunder Thy memorie her beautie doth deface Liue long thou star which in the North doth shine That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine Yâ—…pe graft with vertue in her tender yeeres Deriuing honour from her noble stocke Which Needles weare for honour still appeer's Within her browe which doth fames cradle rocke Whose searching wit dipt in MINERVAS vaine Fraught with content doth Pallas prayses staine HIBBLA hath Bees stor'd with a sweete encrease And shee hath beautie furnished with grace Liue stinges doe pricke though hony's taste to please So woundes her beautie those which it embrace A Lampe of glorie shines in thâ—…e alone Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone POSIE II The Patrone's affection LAunterne of loue the patrone due of lore Light some beame my affection to guide Amongst the drerie throbbes encreasing sore Sore in the vaile of heart where I them hide Languishing in delight I doe delight to pine And can I pine a more contented paine Hart once mine-owne is nowe possesion thine Yeilde then to yeilde this hearts due entertaine Honour is the guest let bounty be my prize Truth be the page of my admired light Occasion be thou prest at my aduize Regarding hand and hart t' attend her â—…ight Or else my heart and minde I hould in hand Doe then my hope confirme that hope may stand
smile from stormie face Disdayning comforts of my cares to lend Intending still to keepe me in disgrace As seruile drudge to her commaunding will In cruell spights that hath a tried skill O sacred muse with melodie deplore And decke the hearse with mournfull ornaments Which doth to me renewed griefe restore And fil'd my face with sorrowes sad laments Whose life was deerâ—… whose death must be my dole Which wringes my thoughtes and racks my vexed soule You louely sweetes to whom I doe appeale Attire your selues in Sables with the rest For to assist with mone my burning zeale The smoke whereof hath neere my minde supprest In cloudie stormes it yeildeth much reliefe To haue a friende for to impart our griefe PASSION XXV HECTOR in time did scoure the greekish hoast And made them flee like Bees vnto the hiue Yet in the end his valiant minde did coâ—…t The price of life when rashly he did strâ—…ue Against such power that rather time would yeilde Then force should want to vanquish him in fielde Braue HERCVLES whome CERBRVS might not tame Could not withstand the dart of destinie And rash attempts to gaine a worthy name Bringes loftie mindes to woefull miserie Ou'r-weening thought of a self-willed minde Hath made me loose what more I cannot finde Braue man braue minde and fitte to feare the foe But wordes or deedes with fate can not preuaile Pittie it were life should be prised so For passed deedes wordes cannot nowe auaile So it befell so destinie assign'd They went before and we must come behinde Againe I call where ayde I hope to haue To you I call that may my call commaunde Come tune your trebled notes of care I craue And sooth the humor of a fonde demaunde Yf you doe salue with comfort mine annoy The prayse is yours though I the ease enioy PASSION XXVI VVEaried with cloudes of tempest-beaten sense Whole armies of reproches fill my sayle Marching with life that hath but weake defence But in dispaire I looke not to preuaile For vnto me befell a worser spite Then any thing that yet my pen could write Far worse it is then what is worst of all Mine eye bewrayes the care I take therefore Th'annotomie of my accursed thrall The more I striue the paine encreaseth more For that doth make the new heal'd scar to bleede And woundes againe ô would it kild with speede Twise launced sore the thirde time now is search'd The first was paine which scant I could endure The second hath my crased carcas pearch'd The third and last did latest harme procure And by as much the second past the first Eu'n by so much or more the last is worst Three harmes in one conspired to betray The guiltles thought scant wayned from dispaire Scarce first had end before the next did sway Third came too soone his ioyes to ympaire But last it was that most did vexe my minde Though former twayne did not come much behinde PASSION XXVII O Pale death inexorable monster That seis'd vpon the remnant of my hope Who can thy spites with grauest wisedome conster That to thy selfe doest only giue a scope To choose the same that worst might be spared And doest refuse those that are prepared With cutting sythe why hast thou rack'd together The future hope of my declyning state And left me cut behind alone to wither For to bewaile the rigor of their fate O gentle death now let me beg and craue To follow them that now be clos'd in graue Else if I liue let him that ruleth all Ioue sole commaunder both of thee and thine Giue thee in charge remembrance for to fall That racketh still this wracked heart of mine Then may I hope some rest for to enioy Though loaden now with burthens of annoy Faire choysest dames that patronize my ioy Now ioyne with me in prayer to IVPITER That I may die if dying may destroy The liuing griefe which leades me thus to erre Or if I liue let life be cloathed soe That new attire may banish former woe PASSION XXVIII LITICIOVS thoughts will graunt no quiet rest For care is close intombed in my minde And memorie of passed woes moleâ—…t Such as in vaine expect some ease to finde When ripping of the cares long past and gone Will make a fresh the stoutest heart to grone Ymprouident prosperitie is caught Within the net of new confused shame For still the vn-respectiue mindes are fraught With heape of toye that bring vntimely blame My follies first did leade me to this case When I began to treade the louers maze Vn-warie peace on fat-fed pleasures stall Whose wanton thought made weake with lust easâ—… Did guide my steps to this vntimely thrall And destinie my sorrowes did encrease Being tangled thus in Labrinth of dispaire New-sprong effects my ioyed hope impaire Sing Muses sing the ruines of my time Reade in my face the Kalender of care With tragick notes repeate my passed crime My wrinckled browe records how hard I fate All must consume so shall my care haue ende When as no sap is left for life to spende PASSION XXIX FOre'd to endure the burthen of my charge Which loades my minde with more then I can beare Drench'd in dispaire rowing'n cares cursed barge I trie the foordes which dangers new doe rearo Wherein I wade too farre for to returne For all in vaine against the pricke I spurne Against the pricke I spurne the more I striue The deeper woâ—… it makes within my minde For of true ioye it doth my poore heart shriue When feare doth leade and hope doth come behinde Thus like the Mer-maide pain'd I watch deaths dome And reereat my selfe with glasse and come With glasse and combe I trifle thus the time Fit bables for those which are children twise The flood of care late fild with mud and slime My swelling heart which nowe beginns to rise Against her banke and often doth rebell When paines extreame do pleasures sappe expell You handmaides which doe waite on beauties Queene Or rather peeres to beauties excellence In my distresse you which so well are seene For future harmes now lende your prouidence That though I paine and pine euâ—…n to my graue Yet after I may hope some rest to haue PASSION XXX REplie and say my fortune is so base That you disdaine to lend me any ayde Sav it is soe such crosses to embrace Amidst those stormes I must not be afravde But rarher scorne proude fortune to her face Which thus with spite doth worke my deepe disgrace Shall I now mourne for what cannot be had Great follie were my labour so to loose Nay rather seeke some comfort for to glad The drooping hart that knowes not what to choose For chaunces whose euent be desperate Redresse craues speede or else it coms too late Too late the succour coms the fort being sackt And comfort when no comfort can preuaile Is torture to the minde alreadle rackt When in th' effect true comforts fruite doth faile Then lend your ayde