teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she cals in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begun In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse depart and let me die Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the skie And make thee scorne blinde Fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thâ—… entertaine Desire aâ—…d Fortune with despite haue slaine My Ladie dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of me Then good my Muse flie backe to heau'n againe And let me die to end this endlesse paine Breake heauie heart BReake heauie heart and rid me of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vaine by night with teares I waste away Away I waâ—…e with teares by night in vaine Teares sighs by night by day encrease this paine Mine eies no eies but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but flouds to moist my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My sâ—…art my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blind dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griese And yet my teares though dride runne downe amaine And yet my heart though spent attends reliefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting crie in vaine breake Beauiâ—… heart Desires gouernment WHere wit is ouer-ruld by will And will is led by fond desire There reason were as good be still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The heart must rule the head obey What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When he that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list perforce So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne Loues properties TWixt heate and colde t'wixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife I liue in death in cold I frie. Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead First burning heate sets all on fire Whereby I seeme in flames to frie Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lie Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate no end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despaire to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care Ifneeds I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot die If nought but losse I reape in stead of gaine If lasting paine do euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusd sometime Now shut thine eares and my request denie Still must I loue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuâ—… The passionate prisoner YE walles that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosd wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flie O shut your selues each chinke and creuisse straine That none but you may heare me thus complaine My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to beate bâ—…t beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnesse of my paine As for my teares whose streames must euer last My silent couch shall drinke them vp as fast Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Yâ—…t if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and drie No maruell though the branches die VVhile hope did liue within my brest No Winter storme could kill desire But now disdaine hath hope opprest Dead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote and spire was loue No sap beneath no life aboue And as we see the rootlesse stocke Retaine some sap and spring a while Yet quickly proue a life-lesse blocke Because the roote doth life beguile So liues desire which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is rest ODE XII To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st â—…n vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thoughts thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threede thy fancie spunne Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pittie thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shunne the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lie not for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and die Yet neuer feare to flie Phaleuciacks III. WIsdome warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisedome sent from aboue not earthly wisedome Long too long haue I slept in ease vneasie On false worldly reliefe my trust reposing Health and wealth in a boat no sterne nor ankâ—…r Bold and blind that I was to Sea be-taking Scarce from shore had I lancht when all about me Waues like hils did rise till helpe from heauen Brought my Ship to the Port of late repentance O nauis referent in mare te noui fluctus ODE XIII Adefiance to disdainfull loue NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to moue my minde What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Go
35 Pastorals 1. Eglogue of Eubulus and Astrea 59 2. Gratulatory made by Sir Philip Sidney 17 3. In dispraise of a courtly life 19 4. Of Cuddy 68 Petition to haue her leaue to die see Ode 15 Petrarcks description of loue see Sonnet 2 Petrarcks Sonnet pace non trouo c. see Sonnet 22 Phaleuciacks of loue 141. 146 Phaleuciacks of Wisd. 173 Phisitian 2 Picture see Son 25 Plaine ring 5 Pockes see Poeme 46 Poemes 1. A liuing death 170 2. A meditation vpon the frailty of this life 187 3. An inuectiue against loue 156 4. Breake heauy heart 169 5. Care will not let him liue nor hope let him die 163 6. Cupid shootes light but wâ—…und sore 155 7. Deadly sweetnesse 142 8. Death in loue 168 9. Desires gouernment 169 10. Dispraise of loue and louers folly 165 11. Faire face hard heart 157 12. Her outward Iesture deceiuing inward hope 145 13. His heart arraigned of theft and acquited 140 14. Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies 171 15. In praise of the Sun 166 16. Inuectiue against his lady 174 17. Inuectiue against loue 169 18. Inuectiue against women 209 19. Ladies eyes wherefore they serue 143 20. Loue the onely price of loue 139 21. Loues contrarieties 170 22. Loues properties 170 23. Naturall comparisons with Perfect loue 191 24. Of bearance silence 209 25. Of conceit affection and desire 201 26. Of Corrinnaes singing 199 27. Of his Mistresse face 198 28. Of loue gift 213 29. Of silence 209 30. Of the first inhabiting this I le by Brute the Troians 160 31. That he is vnchangeable 147 32. That loue is vnlike in beggars and in kings 182 33. The Anatomie of loue per ignotum 214. 34. The Christian Stoicke 71 35. The effects of absence and presence 151 36. The passionate prisoner 171 37. The true loue knot 206 38. To her eyes 138 39. To his eyes 148 40. To his Ladies Garden 203 41. To time 186 42. Vpon beginning without making an end 113 43. Vpon her absence 150 44. Upon her palenesse 199 45. Upon his Lâ—… buying of Lutâ—… strings 142 46. Upon his ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks 189 47. Vpon seeing his face in her eye 92 Posie of a Ring 5 Prayer Booke 6 Praise of Beggers life see Beggers life Praise of her eyes see Son 17 Praise of Musicke see Hymne 1 Praise of sir Philip Sidney see Epigram 9 Praise of the two Countesses of Cumberland and Warwicke see Son 41 Prosopopâ—…ia 86 Purse 5 Quatraine 94 R Reporting sonnet of praise 200 Ring plaine 5 Rings posie 182 Romulus who was nursed by a shee wolfe see Inscrip 4 Round-lay very pretty in inuerted Rimes 28 S Samuel Daniel Prince of English Poets 95 Sapphicks vpon the passion of Christ 166 Scarffe 6 Sicknesse see Poeme 29 Sickenesse and recouery see Sonnet 23 Silence see Poeme 29 Sisyphus his Torment 115 Sizzers 6 Snufkin ibid. Song in praise of a Beggers life 162 Sonnets 1. A Prâ—…sepopoeia betweene him and his Lady 86 2. A true description of loue 197 3. Allegory of his loue to a ship 11 4. Allusion to Theseus bis voyâ—…g 10 against the Minotaure 167 5. An inuectiue against loue 1â—…9 6. Comparison of his heart to a tempest-beaten shâ—… 105 7. Compared by childrens Phisicke 207 8. Contention of Loue and reason 101 9. Desire hath conquered reuenge 128 10. Execration of his passed loue 116 11. He cals his senses as witnesses of her vertues 99 12. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing writing 98 13. He desires leaue to write to his loue 108 14. He paints out his tormeÌ„ts 115 15. Her beauty makes him liue euen in despaire 104 16. His sighes and teares are bootlesse 104 17. In praise of her eyes 99 18. In protestation of loue 58 19. Loue punishable with loue 98 20. Loues discommodities 115 21. Loues Hyperboles 113 22. Of Fran. Petrarcha 114 23. Of her sicknesse and recouery 180 24. Of his Ladies Picture 697 26. Of his Ladies weeping 102 27. Of his owne and his Miâ—…es sicknesse â—…79 28. Of â—…gring loue 112 29. Of reâ—…iting the heart being by poeticall fiction once seuered 209 30. Of the Moone 118 31 Of the Sunne 117 32. Of the impossibilitie to dissemble loue 70 33. Of vnfained loue 38 34. That he cannot leaue to loue though commaunded 108 35. That loue made him a Poet ibid. 36. That she hath greater poweroner his happines and life then either fortune fate or stars 101 37. That time cannot end or diminish Loue. 112 38. To Mistresse Diana 62 39. To Pitty 71 40. To proue loue 38 41. To the two Countesses of Cum berland and Warwicke 196 42. Vpon a gold Rings poesie 182 43. Vpon acknowledgement of desert reiecting affection with the Answeres 84 44. Vpon her commending his verses 89 45. Vpon her looking out of a Window 181 46. Vpon loues entring by fame 190 47. Vpon loues entring by his Eares 178 48. Upon presenting of a new yeares-gift 94 49. Vpon the louers absence from his Ladie 91 50. Upon the 7 deadly sins 195 51. Vherein the Louer begges but his Ladies heart 190 52. Why her lips yeelde him no 〈◊〉 of comfort 120 Souldier 1 Sphecâ—… of Graieâ—… Inne Maske presented before the Q. 71 Stomacher 6 Strephons Palinode 27 T That time cannot ende or diminish loue 112 Ten Sonnets to Philomel 178 The bellish torments of Tantalus Titius Ixion Sisyphus and the Belides 115 The Lie see Lie 15 The Lots see lots 5 The Maske see Maske 71 The meane estate is best 20 The tombe of dead desire see Ode 154 Thisbe see inscription 1 Time see Ode 15 To her eyes see Poeme 38 To his eyes see Poeme 39 To his heart see Ode 23 To his Ladies garden see Poeme 40 To his Muse see Ode 24 Tongue see reporting Sonnet To time see Poeme 4 True louers knot 191 V Verball loue Vrania her Answere 〈◊〉 W Widdow â—… Wife Wisedome see Phaleuc 2 Wit see reporting Sonnet Womans waight in Latine and English 132 Womens hearts inconstancie see Elegie 4 Womens inconstancy see Madrigall 18 Womens Innectine see Poeme 18 Wonders of the world neuer yet descried 1 D. P. YET OTHER TWELVE WONders of the World neuer before published By IOHN DAVIS I. The Courtier LOng haue I liu'd in Court yet learn'd not all this while To sel poore sutors smoke nor where I hate to smile Superiors to adore inferiors to despise To flie from such as fall to follow such as rise To cloake a poore desire vnder a rich array Not to aspire by vice though t were the quicker way II. The Diuine My calling is Diuine and I from God am sent I will no chop-church be nor pay my patron rent Nor yeeld to sacriledge but like the kind true mother Rather will loose all the child then part it with another Much wealth I will not seeke nor worldly masters serue So to grow rich fat while my poore flock doth sterue
If my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing die and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy crie Because her glory in my death will die ODE I. That onely her beauty and voice please him 1 PAssion may my iudgement bleare Therefore sure I will not sweare That others are not pleasing But I speake it to my paine And my life shall it maintaine None else yeelds my heart easing 2. Ladies I doe thinke there bee Other-some as faire as â—…hee Though none haue fairer features But my turtle-like affection Since of her â—… made Election Scornes other fairest creatures 3 Surely I will not deny But some others reach as high With their sweete warbling voices But since her notes charmde mine eare Euen the sweetest tunes I heare To me seeme rude harsh noyses Madrigall I. To Cupid LOue if a God thou art Then euermore thou must Be mercifull and iust If thou be iust O wherefore doth thy Dart Wound mine alone and not my Ladies Hart If merciful then why Am I to paine reseru'd Who haue thee truely seru'd While she that by thy power sets not a flye Laughes thee to scorne and liues at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted bee Heale me like her or else wound her like me Madrigall II. Vpon his mistresse sicknes and his owne health In health and ease am I Yet as I senselesse were it nought contents me You sicke in paine doe lie And ah your paine exceedingly torments me Whereof I can this onely reason giue That dead vnto my selfe in you I liue Madrigall 3. He begs a kisse SOrrow slowly killeth any Sodaine ioy soone murthers many Then sweete if you would end me T is a fond course with lingring griefe to spend me For quickly to dispatch me Your onely way is in your armes to catch me And giue me doue-like kisses For such excessiue and vnlookt-for blisses Will so much ouer-ioy me As they will straight destroy me Madrigall 4. Vpon a kisse receiued SInce I your cherry lips did kisse Where Nectar and Ambrosia is My hungry maw no meate requires My thirsty throate no drinke desires For by your breath which then I gained Camelion-like my life 's maintained O grant me then those cherries still And let me feede on them my fill If by a surfet death I get Vpon my tombe let this be set By cherries twaine his life he cherisht By cherries twaine at length he perisht ODE II. Vpon her protestation of kinde affection hauing tried his sincere fidelitie I LAdie you are with beauties so enriched Of bodie and of minde As I can hardly finde Which of them all hath most my heart bewitched 2 Whether your skin so white so smooth so tender Or face well form'd and faire Or heart-ensnaring haire Or daintie hand or legge and foote so slender 3 Or whether your sharpe wit and liuely spirit Where Pride can finde no place Or your enchaunting grace Or speech which doth true eloquence inherit 4 Most louely all and each of them do moue me More then words can expresse But yet I must confesse I loue you most because you please to loue me ODE II. His restlesse estate Your presence breeds my anguish Your absence makes me languish Your sight with woe doth fill me And want of your sweete sight alas doth kill me If those deere eyes that burne me With milde aspect you turne me For life my weake heart panteth If frowningly my sp'rit and life blood fainteth If you speake kindly to me Alas kind words vndoe me Yet silence doth dislike me And one vnkinde ill word starke dead would strike me Thus Sunne nor shade doth ease me Nor speech nor silence please me Fauours and frownes annoy me Both want and plenty equally destroy me ELEGIE II. Or letters in Verse MY deerest sweete if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O be not you more cruell then the Seas Let Pittie now your angry mind appease So that your hand may be their blessed Port From whence they may vnto your eies resort And at that throne pleading my wretched case May moue your cruell heart to yeeld me grace So may no clouds of elder yeares obscure Your Sun-like eies but still as bright endure As then they shone when with one piercing Ray They made my selfe their slaue my heart they pray So may no sicknesse nip those flowers sweete Which euer flowring on your cheekes do meet Nor all defacing time haue power to race The goodly building of that heauenly face 3 Fountaine of blisse yet well-spring of my woe O would I might not iustly terme you so Alas your cruell dealing and my fate Haue now reduc'de me to that wretched state That I know not how I my stile may frame To thanks or grudging or to praise or blame And where to write I all my powers do bend There wot I not how to begin or end And now my drisling teares trill downe apace As if the latter would the former chase Whereof some few on my pale cheekes remaine Like wither'd flowers bedew'd with drops of raine The other falling in my Paper sinke Or dropping in my Pen encrease my inke Which suddaine Passions cause if you would finde A trembling feare doth now possesse my minde That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reade Lest they some pitie in your heart may breed But or with angry frownes refuse to take them Or taking them the fires fewell make them Or with those hands made to a milder end These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend O cruell Tyrant yet beloued still Wherein haue I deseru'd of you so ill That all my loue you should with hate requite And all my paines reward with such despite Or if my fault be great which I protest Is onely loue too great to be exprest What haue these lines so harmelesse innocent Deseru'd to feel their Masters punishment These leaues are not vnto my fault consenting And therefore ought not to haue the same tormenting When you haue read them vse them as you list For by your sight they shall be fully blest But till you reade them let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your furie saue 4 Cleare vp mine eies and drie your selues my teares And thou my â—…eart banish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her heart disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet her faire eies will not a looke denie To this sad storie of thy miserie O then my deere behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kind of woes endure Of him whose Head is made a hiue of woes Whose swarming number daily greater growes Of him whose senses like a Racke are bent With diuerse motions my poore soule to rent Whose minde a mirrour is which onely shewes The ougly image of my present woes Whose memorie's a poison'd knife to teare The euer bleeding wound my breast doth beare The euer bleeding wound
Sunne A Iewell being a Sunne-shining vpon the Marigold closed in a heart of gold sent to his Mistresse named Mary THe Sunne doth make the Marigolde to flowrish The Sunnes departure makes it droupe againe So golden Maries sight my ioyes doe nourish But by her absence all my ioyes are slaine The Sun the Marigold makes liue and die By her the Sun-shines brighter so may I. Her smiles doe glad the Sunne and light the ayre Reuiue my heart and cleare the cloudy skie Her frownes the ayre make darke the Sunne to lowre The Marigold to close my heart to die By her the Sun the flowre the ayre and I Shine and darken spread and close liue and die You are the Sunne you are the golden Mary Passing the Sunne in brightnesse gold in powre I am the flowre whom you doe make to vary Flowrish when you smile droupe when you doe lowre Oh let this heart of gold Sunn and flowre Still liue shine and spring in your hearts bowre Cha. Best A Sonnet of the Moone LOoke how the pale Queene of the silent night Doth cause the Ocean to attend vpon her And he as long as she is in his sight With his full tide is ready her to honour But when the siluer wagon of the Moone Is mounted vp so high he cannot follow The sea cals home his crystall waues to moue And with low ebbe doth manifest his sorrow So you that are the soueraigne of my heart Haue all my ioyes attending on your will My ioyes low ebbing when you doe depart When you returne their tide my heart doth fill So as you come and as you doe depart Ioyes ebbe and flow within my tender heart Cha. Best Three Sonnets for a Proeme to the Poems following That loue onely made him a Poet and that all sorts of verses both in rime and measure agree with his Lady Sonnet 1. SOme men they say are Poets borne by kind And sucke that Science from their mothers breast An easie art that comes with so great rest And happy men to so good hap assignde In some desire of praise enflames the minde To clime with paine Parnassus double crest Some hope of rich rewardes hath so possest That gold in Castell sands they seeke to find Me neither nature hath a Poet made Nor loue of glory mou'de to learne the trade Nor thirst of golde perswaded me to write For Natures graces are too fine for me Praise like the Peacock prides her selfe to see Desire of gaine the basest mindes delight Sonnet 2. WHat mou'de me then say Loue for thou canst tell Of theeâ—… learn'd this skill if skill I haue Thou knowest the Muse whose helpe I alwaies craue Is none of those that on Parnassus dwell My muse is such as doth them all excell They all to her alone their cunning gaue To sing to dance to play to make so braue Thrice threefolde graces her alone befell From her doe flow the streames that water me Here is the praise if I a Poet be Her onely looke both will and skill doth giue What maruell then if I those lawes refuse Which other Poets in their making vse Since by her looks I write by which I liue Sonnet 3. THus am I free from lawes that other binde Who diuers verse to diuers matter frame All kinde of Stiles doe serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I finde The lofty verse doth shew her noble minde By which she quencheth loues enraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kinde In mournefull Tragicke verse for her I die In Comicke she reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breed both peace and strife Each word she speakes doth cause both death and life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone ODE Where his Lady keepes his heart SVVeet Loue mine onely treasure For seruice long vnfained VVherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell me in what part My Lady keepes my heart If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined VVhich fire and art haue fined Her thrall my heart I render For euer to abide VVith locks so dainty tide If in her eyes she binde it VVherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I onely wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her breast haue dained With kindnesse to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone To her eyes FAine would I learne of thee thou murth'ring Eye Whether thy glance be fire or else a dart For with thy looke in flames thou mak'st the frie And with the same thou strik'st me to the hart Pierst with thy lookes I burne in fire And yet those lookes I still desire The Flie that buzzeth round about the flame Knowes not pooresoule she gets her death thereby I see my death and seeing seeke the same And seeking finde and finding chuse to die That when thy lookes my life haue slaine Thy lookes may giue me life againe Turne then to me those sparkling Eyes of thine And with their fiery glances pierce my hart Quench not my light least I in darkenesse pine Strike deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life be spilt Kill me as often as thou wilt ODE 2. The more fauour hee obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me dry And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The senselesse stone that from one hie Descends to Earth below With greater hast it selfe doth ply The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see my selfe so neare the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke Loue the onely price of loue THe fairest Pearles that Northerne Seas do breed For precious stones from easterne coasts are sold. Nought yeelds the earth that from exchange is freed Gold values all and all things value Gold Where goodnesse wants an equall change to make There greatnesse serues or number place doth take No mortall thing can beare so high a price But that with mortall thing it may be bought The corne of Sicill buies the Westerne spice French wine of vs of them our cloth is sought No pearles no gold no stones no corne no spice No cloth no wine of loue can pay the price What thing is loue which nought can counteruaile Nought saue it selfe eu'n such a thing is loue All worldly wealth in worth as far doth faile As lowest
these teares how chance I thus cōplain If force perforce I be are this misery VVhat helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and crie To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery VVho will not helpe himselfe when well he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous Seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry waies And eu'ry blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The Steers man gone saile helme and tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast VVisedome and folly is the lucklesse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally VVisedome too light folly of too great waight My barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loath to die Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou fear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy deerest name which doth me still betray For grace sweet grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my ◅mart Then since thou seest the life I leade in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest ODE VIII Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with war o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I die that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away An Inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire be tride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defast But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did shew Lo◅e is the streame whose wa◅es so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetenesse liking win But as the deepe o're flowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flatt'ring lookes the louers life doe spill Vsque adeo dulce puella malum est Vpon an Heroical Poeme which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyans MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharpe swords Lances strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for war quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his parti colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous Lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust Suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull hart Is this the hope on which my life is staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paide Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeede to war inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue
increast Offairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy triumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk'this wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute IN happy time the wished faire is come To fit my Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde Great pitty 't is so sweet a Luâ—…e be dumme That so can please the eare and ease the minde Go take thy choise and chuse the very best And vse them so that head and heart find rest Rest thou in ioy and let me waile alone My pleasant daies haue tane their last farewell My heartstrings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lie in peeces broke so small That scarce they serue to make me frets withall And yet they serue and binde my heart so straite That frets indeed they serue to fret it out No force for that in hope thereof I waite That death may rid me both of hope and doubt But death alas drawes backward all too long And I each day feele now increase of wrong Care will not let him liue nor hope let him die MY heauy heart with griefe and hope torment Beates all in vaine against my weary breast As if it thought with force to make a vent That death might enter to procure my rest But foolish heart thy paines are lost I see For death and life both flie and follow thee When weight of care would presse me down with paine That I might sinke to depth of death below Hope lends me wing and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Bote which windes driue to the shore And tides driues backward where it was before Thus neither hope will let me die with care Nor Care consent that hope assure my life I seeke for life death doth his stroke prepare I come to death and life renewes my strife All as the shadow followes them that flie And flies from them that after it doe hie What is my hope that hope will faile at last And griefe get strength to worke his will on me Either the Waxe with which hopes wings are fast By scalding sighes mine eies shall melted see Or else my teares shall wet the feathers so That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe ODE 9 Cupids Marriage with dissimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needes will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to shew Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare Truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neere And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweet small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis ODE 10. Dispraise of Loue and Louers follies IF Loue be life I long to die Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scapes with no lesse then losse of witâ—… vnhappy life they gaine Which loue doe entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight Ifthap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the mead Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala In praise of the Sunne THe Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light â—…o see with all In vaine doth cast his beames away Where they are blind on whom they fall There is no force in all his light To giue the mole a perfect sight But thou my Sunne more bright then he That shines at noone in Summer tide Hast giuen me light and powre to see With perfect skill my sight to guide Till now I liu'd as blind as Mole That hides her head in earthly hole I heard the praise of beauties grace Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill I gaz'd on many a louely face Yet found I none to bind my will Which made me thinke that beauty bright Was nothing else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my â—…ight I blush to thinke I was so blinde Thy flaming eyes afford me light That beauties blaze each where I find And yet these Dames that shine so bright Are but the shadow of thy light ODE XI To his Muse. REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred brest Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choice What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voice Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and skorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine Death in Loue. MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are drie My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voice is hoarse and can no longer crie My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburdâ—…ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The
A POETICAL RAPSODIE Containing Diuerse Sonnets Odes Elegies Madrigals Epigrams Pastorals Eglogues with other poems both in Rime and measured verse For varietie and pleasure the like neuer yet published The Bee and Spider by a diuerse power Sucke Hony and Poyson from the selfe same flower Nevvly corrected and augmented LONDON Printed by William Stansby for Roger Iâ—…ckson dwelling in Fleetstreet neere the great Conduit 1611. To the most Noble Honorable and worthy Lord William Earle of Pembroke Lord Herbert of Cardiffe Marmion and Saint Quintine GReat Earle whose braue Heroike minde is higher And nobler then thy noble high Degree Whose outwarashape though it most louely be Doth in faire Robes a fairer Soule attier Who rich in fading wealth endlesse Treasure Of Vertue Valour Learning richer art Whose present greatnesse men esteeme but part Of what by line of future Hope they measure Thou worthy Sonne vnto a peer elesse mother Or Nephew to great Sidney of renowne Who hast deseru'd thy Coronet to crowne With Lawrell crowne a crowne excelling th' other I consecrate these Rimes to thy great Name Which if thou like they seeke no other fame FRA. DAVISON To the Reader BEING induced by some priuate reasons and by the instant entreaty of speciall friends to suffer some of my worthlesse poems to be published I desired to make some written by my deere friends Anonymoi and my deerer Brother to beare them company Both without their consent the latter being in the low-Country warres and the rest vtterly ignorant thereof My friends names I concealed mine owne and my brothers I willed the Printer to suppresse as well as I had concealed the other which he hauing put in without my priuity we must now vndergo a sharper censure perhaps then our namelesse workes should haue done and I especially For if their Poems be liked the praise is due to their inuention if disliked the blame both by them and all men will be deriued vpon mee for publishing that which they meant to suppresse If thou thinke we affect fame by these kinds of writings though I thinke them no disparagement euen to the best iudgements yet I answere in all our behalfes with the princely shepheard Dorus Our hearts do seeke another estimation If thou condemne Poetry in generall and affirme that it doth intoxicate the braine and make men vtterly vnfit eyther for more serious studies or for any actiue course of life I onely say Iubeo te stultum esse libenter Since experience proues by examples of many both dead and liuing that diuers delighted and excelling herein being Princes or States-men haue gouerned and counselled as wisely being souldiers haue commanded armies as fortunately being Lawyers haue pleaded as iudicially and eloquently being Diuines haue written taught as profoundly and being of any other profession haue dischargèd it as sufficiently as any other men whatsoeuer If liking other kinds thou mislike the Lyricall because the chiefest subiect thereof is Loue I reply that louc being vertuously intended and worthily placed is the whetstone of wit and spurre to all generous actions and many excellent spirits with great fame of wit and no staine of iudgement haue written excellently in this kind and specially the euer-praiseworthly Sidney So as if thou will needs make a fault for mine owne part Hand timeo â—…i iam nequeâ—… defendere crimen Cum tanto commune viro If any except against the mixing both at the beginning end of this booke of diuerse things written by great learned personages with our meane and worthlesse scriblings I vtterly disclaime it as being done by the Printer eyther to grace the forefront with Sir Philip Sidneys and others names or to make the booke grow to a competent volume For these Poems in particular I could alledge these excuses that those vnder the name of Anonymos were written as appeareth by diuers things to Sir Philip Sidney liuing and of him dead almost twenty yeares since when Poetry was farre from that perfection to which it hath now attained that my brother is by profession a Souldier and was not 18 years old when he writ these toyes that mine owne were made most of them sixe or seuen yeares since at idle times as I iourneyed vp and downe during my trauails But to leaue their works to iustifie themselues or the Authors to iustifie their works and to speake of mine owne thy mislikes I contemne thy praises which I neither deserue nor expect I esteeme not as hoping God vvilling ere long to regaine thy good opinion if lost or more deseruedly to continue it if alreadie obtained by some grauer worke Farewell FRA. DAVISON An alphabeticall Table of all the Sonnets Odes Poems Madrigals Epigrams Elegies Pastorals Eglogues Dialogues Hymmes and Epitaphes with all other the principall matters contained in this present Volume A A Contention betwixt a Wife a Widow and a Maid 7 A Fiction how Cupid made a Nimph wound her selfe 21 A liuing death see Poem 1 Absence 190. 191 Absence and time see Ode 11 Affection see Poeme 25 Aiax who killed himselfe see inscription 1 Allegory of his loue to a ship see Sonnet 3 Allusion to Theseus voyage against the Minotaure see Sonnet 4 Anacreons Odes 159. An answere to what loue is 90 An iâ—…uectiue against loue see Sonnet 5 Anatomie of loue see Poem 33 Astreas praise with silence see Dialogue 7 B Bacheler 2 Beautie causeth loue see Sonnet 15 Beggars life praised 161 Belides his torments 53 Blankes 7. Bodkin 6 Bracelets 6 Breake heauie heart see Poe. 4 Brutus his inhabiting of this I le see Poeme 30 C Cato Vtican who slew himselfe see inscription 5â—… Chaine 6 Childs Epitaphs see Epitaph 1 Christian Stoicke see Poem 34 Climenestra to Orestes Inscription 57 Commendation of beaâ—…ie c. see Ode 13 Commendation of verses see Sonnet 44 Comparison betwixt the strength of beast see Ode 1 Comparison of loue in Beggars and Kings 160 Comparison to a candle-flie see Madrigall 6 Comparison with perfect loue see Poeme 23 Complaint of loue very wittily 30 56 Conceit see Poeme 25 Contention betwixt a Wife a Widow and a Maid 7 Contention of loue and reason see Sonnet 8 Contrarieties of loue see Poeme 24 Corinaes singing see Poeme 26 Counterfait answer see Ode 26 Country Gentleman 2 Courtier 1 Courtiers rule see Epi. 1 Courtly life dispraised see Pastorall 3 Coyfe and Crosse-cloath 6 Crambo the lâ—…wzie shifter see Epigram 5 Cuccolds Epigram see EpigraÌ„ 3 Cuddies Embleme 40 Cuddies Pastorall Eglogue see Eglogue 6 Cupids dialogue with a louer see Dialogue 2 Cupid made a Nimph to wound her selfe see Eglogue 5 Cupids mariage with dissimulation see Ode 6 Cupid proued a Fenceâ—… see Madrigall 7 Cupid shootes light but wounds sore see Poeme 6 Curtizans Epigram see EpigraÌ„ 4 Cushinet 7 Cynthia Queene of Fortune 3. 196. D Deadly sweetnesse see Poeme 7 Death in loue see Poeme 8 Death liuing see Poeme 1 Description of loue see Sonnet 2 Desire 202 Desire and hope see
O then let that suffice Your deare eyes Need not need not more afflict me Nor your sweet tongue dipt in gall Need at all From your presence interdict me Vnto him that hell sustaines No new paines Need be sought for his tormenting O my paines hels paines surpasse Yet alas You are still new paines inuenting By my loue long firme and true Borne to you By these teares my griefe expressing By this Pipe which nights and dayes sounds your praise Pittie me my fault confessing Or if I may not desire That their ire May with penance be suspended Yet let me full pardon craue When I haue With soone death my fault amended Vraniaes answere in inuerted Rimes Staffe for Staffe SInce true penance hath suspended Fained ire More I le grant then you desire Faults confest are halfe amended And I haue In this halfe all that I craue Therefore banish now the terror Which you find In your guiltlesse grieued mind For though you haue made an error From me wretch First beginning it did fetch Nere my sight I le interdict thee More at all Nere speake words more dipt in gall Nere nere will I more afflict thee With these Eyes What is past shall now suffice Now new ioyes I le be inuenting Which alas May thy passed Woes surpasse Too long thou hast felt tormenting Too great paines So great loue and faith sustaines Let these eyes by thy confessing Worthy praise Neuer see more nights nor dayes Let my woes be past expressing When to you I cease to be kind and true Thus are both our states amended For you haue Fuller pardon then you craue And my feare is quite suspended Since mine ire Wrought th' effect I most desire Fra. Dauison I. EGLOGVE A Shepheard poore Eubulus call'd he was Poore now alas but erst had iolly beene One pleasant morne when as the Sunne did passe The fiery hornes of raging Bull betweene His little Flocke into a meade did bring As soone as day-light did beginne to spring Fresh was the Meade in Apriâ—…s liuery dight Deckt with greene Trees bedew'd with siluer Brookes But ah all other was the shepheards plight All other were both sheepe and shepheards looks For both did shew by their dull heauie cheere They tooke no pleasure of the pleasant yeare He weeping went ay me that he should weepe They hung their heads as they to weepe would learne His heauie heart did send forth sighing deepe They in their bleating voice did seeme to yearne He leane and pale their fleece was rough and rent They pinde with paine and he with dolours spent His pleasant Pipe was broke alas the while And former merriment was banisht quite His shepheards Crooke that him vpheld ere-while He earst had throwne away with great despite Tho leaning gainst a shrub that him sustained To th' earth sun birds trees Eccho thus he plained Thou all-forth-bringing earth though winter chill With blustring windes blow off thy mantle greene And with his Snow and hoary frostes doe spill Thy Flora-pleasing flowers and kill them cleane Yet when fresh Spring returnes againe To driue away the winters paine Thy Frost and Snow Away doe goe Sweet Zephyres breath cold Boreas doth displace And fruitfull showers Reuiue thy flowers And nought but ioy is seene in euery place But ah how long alas how long doth last My endlesse winter without hope of Spring How haue my sighes my blustring sighes defact The flowers and buds which earst my earth did bring Alas the tops that did aspire Lie troaden now in filthy mire Alas my head Is all bespread With too vntimely snow and eke my hart All sense hath lost Through hardned frost Of cold despaire that long hath bred my smart What though some rising Torrents ouerflow With nought-regarding streames thy pleasant greene And with their furiou s force doe lay full low Thy drowned flowers how euer sweet they beene Soone fall those flouds as soone they rose For fury soone his force doth lose And then full eath Apolloes breath The cold yet drying North-winde so doth warme That by and by Thy meades be dry And grow more fruitfull by their former harme O would the teares that Torrent-like doe flow A downe my hollow cheekes with restlesse force Would once O that they could once calmer grow Would like to thine once cease their ceasses course Thine last not long mine still endure Thine cold and so thy wealth procure Hot mine are still And so doe kill Both flower and roote with most vnkindly deaw What sunne or winde Away can finde The roote once dead the flowers to renew Thou though the scorching heate of Summers Sun While ill-breath'd Dog the raging Lyon chaseth Thy peckled flowers do make of colour dun And pride of all thy greeny hayre defaceth And in thy moysture wanting side Deepe wounds doe make and gashes wide Yet as they weat By Phaebus heate To turne to wholesome drynesse is procured So Phaebus heate By South-windes weate As soone asswaged and al thy wounds recured Such heate as Phaebus hath me almost slaine As Phaebus heate ah no farre worse then his It is Astreas burning-hot disdaine That parched hath the roote of all my blisse That hath alas my youth defaced That in my face deepe wounds hath placed Ah that no heat Can dry the weat The flowing weate of my still weeping eyes Ah that no weat Can quench the heate The burning heate within my heart that lies Thou dost poore earth beare many a bitter stound While greedy swaines forgetting former neede With crooked plowes thy tender backe do wound With harrowes biting teeth doe make thee bleede But earth so may those greedy swaines With pitteous eie behold thy paine O earth tell mee When thou dost see Thy fruitfull backe with golden eares beset Doth not that ioy Kill all annoy And make thee all thy former wounds forget And I if once my tired heart might gaine The haruest faire that to my faith is due If once I might Astreas grace regaine If once her heart would on my sorrows rue Alas I could these plaints forgoe And quite forget my former wo. But O! to speake My heart doth breake For all my seruice faith and patient mind A crop of griefe VVithout reliefe A crop of scorne and of contempt I finde Soone as the shepheards Sarre abroad doth wend Nights harbinger to shut in brightsome day And gloomy night on whom blacke cloudes attend Doth Tyrant-like through Skie vsurpe the sway Thou art poore earth of sunne depriued VVhose beames to thee all ioy deriued But when Aurore Doth ope her dore Her purple doore to let in Phoebus waine The night giues place Vnto his race And then with ioy thy Sunne returnes againe O would my Sunne would once returne againe Returne and driue away th' infernall night In which I die since she did first refraine Her heauenly beames which were mine onely light Iuâ—…her alone all my light thin'd And since she shind not I am blind Alas on all Her beames doe fall Saue
disdaine so foggy be That blind I lie poore boy be reft of sight And yet I see the Sunne I seeke to find And yet the more I see the more am blind 7 Thrice happy ground whom spoyld with winters rage The heat of pleasant spring renewes againe Vnhappy I who in my spring of age The frost of cold despaire hath welnigh slaine How shall I bide your stormy winters smart When spring itselfe hath frorne my bloodles hart 8 I see the beauty of thy flowers renew Thy mantle greene with sundry colours spread Thou seest in me a change of former hew Palenes for white blacknes for liuely red What hope of haruest fruite or Summer flowers Since that my spring is drownd with tears like showers 9 And last of all but lieu'st of all to me Thou leany flocke that didst of late lament And winesse wast for shepheards all to see Thy knees so weake thy fleece so rough and rent That thou with paine didst pine away vnfed All for thy master was with loue misled 10 Thou ' ginst at earst forget thy former state And range amid the buskes thy selfe to feede Faire fall thee little flocke both rathe and late Was neuer Louers sheepe that well did speed Thou free I bound thou glad I pine in paine I striue to die and thou to liue full faine 11 Wo worth the stund wherein I tooke delight To frame the shifting of my nimble feete To cheerfull sound of Pipe in Moone-shine night Such pleasance past at erst now makes me greet I wee'nd by night haue shun'd the parching ray But night itselfe was twice more hot then day 12 Then first of all and all too soone for me I saw thilke Lasse nay grau'd her in my brest Her christall eyes more bright then Moone to see Her eyes her eyes that haue robd me of rest On them I gaz'd then saw I to my cost Through too much sight mine onely sight is lost 13 Where beene the dapper ditties that I dight And Roundlaies and Virelaies so soot Whilome with Collins selfe compare I might For other swaine to striue was little boote Such skill I had in making all aboue But all too little skill to conquer loue 14 What helps it me to haue my piping prai'zd Of all saue her whom I would onely please Nought care I though my fame to skie be raiz'd For pleasant song that brings my heart no ease Wherefore both Pipe and song I all forsweare And former pleasance wilfully forbeare 15 With that he cast his looke to Welkin high And saw the doubled shadowes flit away And as he glanst halfe in despight awrie He spide the shepheards starre shut in the day Then rose and homeward with his flocke him went Whose voice did helpe their masters case lament Cuddies Embleme Questo per amar s'aqu◅sta The Christian Stoicke The vertuous man is free though bound in chaines Though poore cōtent thogh banisht yet no strāger Though sicke in health of mind secure in danger And o're himselfe the world and fortune raignes Nor good haps proud nor bad deiected make him To Gods not to mans will he frames each action He seekes no fame but inward satisfaction And firmer stands the more bad fortunes shakes him AN EGLOGVE Made long since vpon the death of Sir Philip Sidney Thenot. Perin PERIN arreed what new mischance betide Hath reft thee of thy wonted meriment Faire ◅eeds thy flocke this pleasant spring beside Nor Loue I weene hath made thee discontent Sild age and loue do meete in one consent Perin Ah Thenot where the Ioy of heart doth faile VVhat maruaile there if mirth and musicke quaile See how the flowers of the field do spring The purple Rose the Lilly white as snow VVith smel and colour for an haruest King May serue to make vs yong againe I trow Yet all this pride is quickly laid full low Soone as the roote is nipt with northerne cold VVhat smell or beauty can we then behold Thenot. As good not heare as heard not vnderstand My borrell braines through eld beene all too dull Sike mister meaning nill by me be scand All as my face so wrinkled is my skull Then say me Perin by thy hope of VVull And by thine Ewes blowne bags and bagpipes sound So not one Aneling◅ thy flock be found Perin Ah Thenot by thine all-derliefest Lasse Or whatsoeuer is more deere to thee No bagpipe name let song and solace passe Death hath vndone my flocke my pipe and me Dead is the sheeps delight and shepheards glee Broke is my pipe and I my selfe forlorne My sheepe vnfed their fleeces rent and torne Thenot. I mickle mus◅de such vncoth change to see My flocks refus'de to feede yet hale they were The tender birds sate drooping on the tree The carelesse Lambs went wandring here and there My selfe vnknowne a part of griefe did beare Ne wist I why yet heauy was my heart Vntimely death was cause of all this smart Vp Perin vp aduance thy mournfull layes Sound loud thy pipe but sound in dolefull wise Perin Who else but Thenot can the Muses raise And teach them sing and dance in mournfull giue My finger's stiffe my voyce doth hoarsely rise Thenot. Ah where is Collin and his passing skill For him it fits our sorrow to fulfill Perin T'way sore extremes our Collin presse so neere Alas that such extremes should presse him so The want of wealth and losse of loue so deere Scarse can he breath from vnder heapes of woe He that beares heauen beares no such weight I trow Thenot. Hath he such skill in making all aboue And hath no skill to get or Wealth or Loue Perin Praise is the greatest prise that Poets gaine A simple gaine that feeds them ne're a whit The wanton lasse for whom he bare such paine Like running water loues to change and flit But if thou list to heare a sorry fit Which Cuddy could in doleful verse endite Blow thou thy pipe while I the same recite Thenot. Ginne when thou list all be my skill but small My forward mind shall make amends for all Perin YE Nimphs that bathe your bodies in this spring Your tender bodies white as driuen snow Ye Virgins chast which in this groue do sing Which neither griefe of Loue nor death do know So may your streames runne cleere for aye So may your trees giue shade alway Depart a space And giue me place To waile with griefe my restlesse woe alone For feare my cries Constraine your eyes To shed forth teares and helpe lament my mone And thou my Muse that whilome wont to ease Thy Masters mind with laies of sweet delight Now change those tunes no ioy my heart can please Gone is the day come is the darksome night Our Sunne close hid in clouds doth lie We liue indeed but liuing die No light we see Yet wander wee We wander farre and neare without a guide And all astray We loose our way For in this world n'is such a Sunne beside Ye shepheards
earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but with selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy loue doth claime as due Thy due is loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer be And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue require All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my heart such blisse Accept it for thy prisoner as it is His heart arraigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon-like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'end◅tement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His Plea was such as each man might descrie For grace and truth were read in neither eye Yet forc'd to speake his farther Plea was this That sore pursu'de by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he ◅ bour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes redrest Tooke sanctuary in her sacred brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true intent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That ruth migh raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide MADRIGAL I. THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turnd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindnesse So shall I blesse my blindnesse Phaleuciak I. TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wisht I so oft that houre vnhappy When with freedome I might recount my torments And plead for remedy by true lamenting Dumbe nay dead in a trance I stood amazed When those lookes I beheld that late I long'd for No speech no memory no life remained Now speech prat◅th apace my griefe bewraying Now bootlesse memory my plaints remembreth Now life moueth againe but all auailes not Speech life and memory die altogether With speech life memory loue onely dies not Deadly Sweetnesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweete teares the drinke that more augmēts my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which wast my life at first Sweete thoughts sweetteares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies Madrigall II. Verball loue IF loue be made of words as woods of trees Who more belou'd then I If loue be hot where true desire doth freeze Who more then she doth frie Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water drie Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees He liue that dead doth lie What else but blinde is he that nothing sees But deafe that heares no cry Such is her vowed loue to me Yet must I thinke it true to be Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and Fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to finde Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He lookt that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Deepe is the wound though none appeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'de to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had beene fire I gazde vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Than that where grow both shafts and fire Loues Contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that longsince is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To thinke what toyes doe tosse my troubled head How most I wish that most I should refraine And seekethe thing that least I long to sinde And finde the wound by which my heart is slaine Yet want both skill and will to ease my minde Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I crie for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wi◅h for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long to see and yet I shunne her sight I scald in Sunne and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to die I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Heu cogor votinescius esse mei ODE III. Desire and hope DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest vertue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extremes are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts ◅hey send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is loue in words faire words may faine Is loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnesse raigne Yet few or none so craue it Thou wouldst be lou'd and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For vertue why of her alone I say no more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be aught but feare of youth ELEGIE III. Her praise is in her want SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill In none but her all graces friendly meet In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancie vnder feet Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo Her outward gesture deceiuing his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is thy deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweet is thy promise but it will not stand Smoth soft faire
burning paine But if my deere returne aliue and sound That these mine eies may see her beauty bright My heart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light She shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse ODE V. Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be drie VVhen will my sighs be spent VVhen will desire agree to let me die VVhen will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Lest thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler bee Then giue me leaue to die And shew thy power thereby The Louer absence kils me her presence cures me THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snow By strugling hard gets out her tender head And spies far off from where she lies below The winter Sun that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light VVhere heate is wanting to restore her might VVhat doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with biting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the sent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and prisâ—…ner both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may bee My heart opprest with heauie frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deere to mee Kild vp with cold and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater grefe So This be saw her louer through the wall And saw thereby she wanted that she saw And so I see and seeing want withall And wanting so vnto my death I draw And so my death were twenty times my friend If with this verse my hated life might end ODE VI. The kind louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in mee procure you peace If wrong to mee to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy do flow VVhen my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die fullfaine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since no thing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest VVhat can my life your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite denie Mine eyes so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are drie Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes VVhilst that the stoue â—…oules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest VVhich breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue ODE VII Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beautie spie As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'de to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a furie needlesse He that hath it shall die speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you soâ—… Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kil none whom loue hath fired Cupid shoots light but wounds sort CVpid at length I spie thy craftie wile Though for a time thou didst me sort beguile When first thy shaft did wound my tender heart It toucht me light me thought I felt some paine Some little pricke at first did make me smart But yet that griefe was quickly gone againe Full small account I made of such a sore As now doth ranckle inward more and more So poyson first the sinewes lightly straines Then straies and after spreads through all the vaines No otherwise then he that prickt with thorne Starts at the first and feeles no other griefe As one whose heart so little hurt did scorne And deigned not to seeke despis'd reliefe At last when rest doth after trauell come That little pricke the ioynt with paine doth numme VVhat may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stick'st not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroke espi'de Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwaies I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red stil my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my health I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No matuell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera A true description of loue Paraphrastically translated out of Petrarkes 103 Sonnet beginning S' Amor non è che dunque è quel ch'io sento IF loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A faine deâ—…re deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeed there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breed such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweet amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I frie VVhence come
That art and art not diest and liuest still Most slow of all and yet of greatest hast Both ill and good and neither good nor ill How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise Darke are thy nights but bright and cleare thy daies Both free and scarce thou giu'st and tak'st againe Thy wombe that all doth breede is Tombe to all What so by thee hath life by thee they fall Constant inconstant moouing standing still Was is shall be doe thee both breede and kill I lose thee while I seeke to finde thee out The farther off the more I follow thee The faster hold the greater cause of doubt Was is I know but shall I cannot see All things by thee are measured thou by none All are in thee thou in thy selfe alone A Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loath some life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feedes on earth And staies on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasâ—…re mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'de no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helpes thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue A Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule AY me poore soule whom bound in sinfull chaines This wretched body keepes against my will Body Aye me poore body whom for all my paines This froward soule causelesse condemneth stil. Soule Causelesse when as thou striu'st to sin each day Body Causelesse when as I striue thee to obay Soule Thou art the meanes by which I fall to sin Body Thou art the cause that setst this meanes a worke Soule No part of thee that hath not faulty bin Body I shew the poyson that in thee doth lurke Soule I shall be pure when so I part from thee Body So were I now but that thou stainest me Saphiâ—…kes vpon the passion of Christ. HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Scandalous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here He that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast Glory refusing Me that in bondage many sinnes retayned He for his goodnesse for his onely goodnesse Brought from hel-torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his ayde reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankefully singing DIVERS POEMS OF sundry Authors A hymne in praise of Musicke PRaise pleasure profit is that threefold band Which ties mens minds more fast then Gordions knot Each one some drawes all three none can withstand Of force conioynde Conquest is heardly got Then musicke may of hearts a Monarch be Wherein praise pleasure profit so agree Praise-worthy Musicke is for God it praiseth And pleasant for brute beasts therein delight Great profit from it flowes for why it raiseth The mind ouerwhelmed with rude passions might When against reason passions fond rebell Musicke doth that confirme and those expell If Musicke did not merit endlesse praise Would heauenly Spheares delight in siluer round If ioyous pleasure were not in sweete layes Would they in Court and Country so abound And profitable needes we must that call Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to all Heroick minds with praises most incited Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell God man beasts birds with Musicke are delighted And pleasant t' is which pleaseth all so well No greater profit is then selfe content And this will Musicke bring and care preuent When antique Poets Musicks praises tell They say it beasts did please and stones did moue To proue more dull then stones then beasts more fell Those men which pleasing Musicke did not loue They fain'd it Citties built and states defended To shew the profite great on it depended Sweete birds pooremens Musitians neuer flake To sing sweet Musicks prayses day and night The dyings Swans in Musicke pleasure take To shew that it the dying can delight In sicknesse health peace warre we doe it need Which proues sweet Musicks profite doth exceed But I by niggard praising doe dispraise Praise-worthy musicke in my worthlesse Rime Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet laies Any saue learned Muses well define Yet all by these rude lines may clearely see Praise pleasure profite in sweet musicke be I. D. Ten Sonnets to Philomel Sonnet 1. Vpon Loues entring by his eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage were By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I guarded them and voide of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my hart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweet Philomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pitty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of Loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Onely because to loue thee it presumed Sonnet 2. OWhy did fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traitor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her giftes concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how Loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly Deathes paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I di'de Sonnet 3. Of his owne and of his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIckenesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content here with like meanes it wrought My
Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well Sonnet 4. Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his Eies That his daâ—…t life did misse though her it hit Yet not there with content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoile her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended Sonnet 5. Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against thâ—… Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which nere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be forcâ—…tto drowne Sonnet 6. Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passd by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spie Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blind yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy Sonnet 7. WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Son scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her denie To burne the picture which was in my heart The more Loue burn'd the more her picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine Sonnet 8. To the Sun of his mistris beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sun eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine and wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects my Suâ—… eclipsed sendeth Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired VVitnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies And brest with sighes like stormy winds neare riued O shine then once againe sweete Sun on me And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire VVhereof these raging Meteors framed be In my poore heart by absence of my faire So shalt thou proue thy beames thy heate thy light To match the Sun in glory grace and might Sonnet IX Upon sending her a gold ring with this Poesie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the loue which I you beare Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious when you shall it weare So my loues nature you shal vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My loue which ne're disloyall thought did staine Hath it no end so endlesse is myloue Vnlesse you it destroy with your dâ—…sdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t' is tride So doth my loue yet herein they dissent That whereas gold the more t' is purifide By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying Sonnet X. The Hearts captiuitie MY cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue Draw backe said she your hopelesse loue from me Your worth requires a farre more worthy place Vnto your suite though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may be so my deere but as the Sun When it appeares doth make the stars to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do run All others quite out of my heart you banish The beames of your perfections shine so bright That straight-way they dispell all others light I. D. A Himme in praise of Neptune OF Neptunes Empire let vs sing At whose command the waues obey To whom the riuers tribute pay Downe the high mountaines sliding To whom the scalie Nation veelds Homage for the Christall fields Wherein they dwell And euerie Sea-god paies a Iem Yeerely out of his watrie Cell To decke great Neptunes Diadem The Tritons dancing in a ring Before his Pallace gates do make The water with their ecchoes quake Like the great thunder sounding The Sea-Nimphs chant their accents shrill And the Syrens taught to kill With their sweete voyce Make eu'ry ecchoing rocke reply Vnto their gentle murmuring noise The praise of Neptunes Empery Th. Campion This Hymne was sung by Amphitrytè Thamesis and other Sea-Nimphs in Grates-Inne Maske at the Court. 1594. Of his Mistresses face ANd would you see my mistresse face It is a flowry garden place Where knots of beauty haue such grace That all is worke and no where space It is a sweet delitious morne Where day is breeding neuer borne It is a meadow yet vnshorne Which thousand flowers do adorne It is the heauens bright reflexe Weake eyes to dazle and to vexe It is th'Idaea of her sexe Enuie of whom doth world perplexe It is a face of death that smiles Pleasing though it kill the whiles Where death and loue in pretty wiles Each other mutually beguiles It is faire beauties freshest youth It is a fain'd Eliziums truth The spring that wintred harts renu'th And this is that my soule pursu'th Upon her Palenesse BLame not my cheeks though pale with loue they be The kindly heate into my heart is flowne To cherish it that is dismaid by thee Who art
so cruell and vnstedfast growne For Nature cal'd for by distressed hearts Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts But they whose cheekes with carelesse bloud are stain'd Nurse not one sparke of loue within their hearts And when they woo they speake with passion faind For their fat loue lies in their outward parts But in their brests where loue his court should hold Poore Cupid sits and blowes his nailes for cold Tho. Campion Of Corinnaes singing WHen to her Lute Corinna sings Her voice reuiues the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appeare As any challeng'd eccho cleere But when she doth of mourning speake Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake And as her Lute doth liue or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings do breake Tho. Campion A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more than mine in which I languish Nor more your heart is moued To end your griefe and mine so long time proued But if I yeeld and so your loue decreaseth Then I my louer lose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto An Elegie of a womans heart O Faithlesse world and thy most faithlesse part A womans heart The true Shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feauers of desire and pangs of loue Which toyes remoue Why was she brone to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for ayre And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Til I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more thē triumphs of denial To see a triall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes eelde and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswell thy shame as passiōs that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womās brest Is but a guest H. W. A Poesie to proue affection is not loue COnceit begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our hearts to haue Meane while there reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the heart doth seldome loue For as the seeds in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceit whose rooting failes As child that in the cradle quailes Or else within the mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles For following beauty or estate Her liking still is turn'd to hate For all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runs out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth seldome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire But as the cinders of the fire As ships in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then fals to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfect loue And that desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wild beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike W. R. MADRIGAL In praise of two FAustina hath the fairer face And Phillida the better grace Both haue mine eye enriched This sings full sweetly with her voice Her fingers make as sweete a noise Both haue mine eare bewitched Ay me sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided To his Ladies garden being absent far from her GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou thus to haue thy bowers Free'd from winter and still dressed With her faces heau'n-set flowers Happy too are those thy allies Where her faire feete deigne to tred Which departing earths low vallies Shall to the milkie way be led Thy trees whose armes her embraced And whose fruit her lips do kisse In whose vertuous minde well placed The rare tree of knowledge is Happy are so thy birds be Whom she taught to sing by art Who in heauenly harmony With the Angels beares a part Happy blest and fortunate Bowers Allies Trees and Birds But my most vnhappy state Farre surmounts all reach of words Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks CRuell and vnpartiall sicknesse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weaknesse Whom all kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke In the pure snow of her face When thou did'st attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it race Th'heauenly hony thou didst sucke From her Rose cheeks might suffice Why then didst thou marre and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest price Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those rich spoyles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in lnkes blacke teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close locke them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare the Till I from my selfe docdepart Th. Spilman A Sonnet in the grace of wit of tongue of face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent thē drew now hit mine eie mine eare my hart Mine eie mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face hir tong hir wit with beams with soūd with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare my heart Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth ◅east doth fill Oface o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart Wring not vex not woūd not mineey mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shall sw◅are Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare Sonnet For her heart onely ONely sweet Loue affoord me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory coue◅s That they to me no beame of light impart Athough they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeke of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweete content I am content that sweet content to lose If they sweete Will will not barre me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue Nor let it be the pledge of kindnesse more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet lnue I aske not
eyes Tel her that her sweet tong was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindly rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely foode Now do I alwaies die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer Sonnet Loues seuen deadly sinnes MIne eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First proud sith it presum'd to looke so hie A watchman being made stood gazing by 2. And Idle tooke uo heed till I was caught 3. And Enuious beares enuy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nie 4. To kill my heart mine eye let in her eye And so content gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue From her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. Vnchast a bawde betweene my heart and loue 7. A glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damn'd in loues sweete fire Sonnet To two most Honorable and vertuous Ladies and Sisters the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland the Ladie Anne Countesse of Warwicke YE Sister-Muses do not you repine That I two sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truly rare Then the whole troope of all the heauâ—…nly nine But if ye aske me which is more diuine I answere like to their twinne eyes they are Of which each is more bright then brightest starre Yet neither doth more bright than other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious tongues take pleasure to speake well How should I you commend sith either one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The onely praise I can you giue is this That one of you like to the other is H. C. ODE Of Cynthia THe ancient readers of heauens booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To be transitory This the learned onely knew But now all men finde it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and Seas â—…e rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe olde and perish Onely time which all doth mow Her alone doth cherish Times yong houres attend her still And her eyes and cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beauty All her louers olde do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and dutie This song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at a shew on horsebacke wherewith the right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnesse on May day last Of loue gift WHo giues a gift to binde a friend thereby Doth set or put his gift to vsury And he that giues a gift that is not free Giue where he lift so that he giue not me For bought and sold is friendship strange Who liues by selling liues by change And he that loues to change his friend Will turne to nothing in the end The Anatomie of Loue. NOw what is loue I pray thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sounding bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is Loue as I heare tell Now what is loue I preth thee say It is a worke on holy day It is December match'd with May When lustie blouds in fresh array Heare ten months after of their play And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I preth thee faine It is a sunshine mixt with raine It is a gentle pleasing paine A flower that dies and springs againe It is in faith that would full faine And this is loue and not a staine Yet what is loue I preth thee say It is a pretty shaddow way As well found out by night as day It is a thing wil soone decay Then take the vantage while you may And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I preth thee show A thing that creepes and cannot go A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for one a thing for moâ—… And he that proues shall find it so And this is some sweete friend I trow In vaine I liue such sorrow liues in me In vaine liues sorrow since by her I liue Life works in vaine where death will Master be Death striues in vaine where life doth vertue giue Thus each of vs would worke an others woe And hurts himselfe in vaine and helpes his foe A Poeme IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flighâ—… Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lâ—…wlesse warre had shut her vp from sight Yet lawfull peace might soone restore her traine But now alas what hope of hope is left When wrongfull death hath her of life bereft The Sun that often fals doth often rise The Moone that waineth waxeth full with light But he that death in chaines of darknesse ties Can neuer breake the bands of lasting night What then remaines but teares of losse to waile In which all hope of mortall helpe doth faile Who then shall weepe nay who shall teares refraine If common harmes must moue the minds of all Too few are found that wrongfull hearts restraine And of too few too many death doth call These common harmes I waile among the rest But priuate losse denies to be exprest A Poeme in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame nature haue beene scant In dealing beauties gifts to mee My wit shall helpe supply that want And skill in steed of shape shall bee My stature I confesse is small And therefore nill I boast of warre My name shall fill the heauens and all This skin shall serue to hide that skarre My head to beare the helme vnfit My hands vnapt to murther men But little heads oft hold much wit And feeble hands can guide a Pen. Loues contentment Death is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lengthning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath â—…y'de my life to paine so fast And yet I seeme as if I did but faine Or make my griefe much greater then I neede When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote be kild I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals enteard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which hee inclosd I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if he that loues can be alone Why should I seeke to make my shame be knowne That foolish loue is causer of my paine Forgiue me loue the speech is not mine owne
first this I le by Ioues owne hand Was set apart within great oceans armes And was appointed by her selfe to stand Fenc'â—… round about with rocks from forren harmes She into sundry parts hath oft bene torne And greatest wounds by her owne blowes hath borne But all the fractions now which man did make Since it in one whole number nature gaue Are added vp and brought to one great stake And being all sum'de vp one totall haue For Brittaine now to all the diuidend In one whole quotient all doth comprehend For thou the Monarch of this westerne I le Now all her shiuered parts hast brought together Spreading thy Empires wings eight hundred mile In length and foure in breadth there staying neither But ore'old oceans brest thy arme dost stretch Through Ireland making it to India reach To Iude thou the tribes hast brought againe Which by themselues did in Samaria dwell Iordane by thee whose streame did run amaine Is now dride vp that euery tribe may well To other go thou hast broke downe the wall Which Adrian made and which we picticke call Thou vertues orbe where fame is still ascendent And neuer can her highest auge attaine Conquetour of a I hearts all flattries transcendent Who hold'st it losse to take to giue great gaine Of bounteous deeds the euer-running spring To many wealth to all dost gladnesse bring The Muses dearling who with golden Pen And silu'red tongue thy princely mind canst tell In whom learning a Princes richest Iemme Both humane and diuine abounding dwell The great contriuer of this triple I le To one imperiall diadem and stile The royall product of the princely doue VVhich Englands Noah from peaces Arke sent forth After warres deluge who oliue branch of loue Dost bring with thee in thy returne from North How ioyfully did Brittaine reach her hand To take thee in t ' the Arke of this her land With great Eliza glory of her owne Wonder of future times true Churches nurse The ancient faiths reuiuer on whom were showne Heauens blessings all mens praiers no mans curse Fortunes fauours natures wealth Gods high grace The Muses lodge all vertues dwelling place Our Sun did set with great Elizabeth Before night thou a new day-light didst bring Our sommers peace did close at her cold death Without warres winter thou renewd'st our spring All our liues ioyes with her dead seemd to bee Before intombde they were reuiude by thee Center of royall births in whom do meete Lines drawne from all the noble conquerors bloud Which euer in any part with warlike feete Of this great Iles circumference haue stood With thy faire Queene a sea whither do runne Streames of all royall bloud of Christendome Both royall plants whence princely branches spring VVhereon grow our best fruits of hope and ioy Great of-springs both of many a noble King An antidotesh ' against this lands annoy In whose milde lookes hath princely maiestie A marriage made with modest courtesie She vertues booke bound in a golden couer Wherein nature hath writte with Gods owne quill All beauties learning where thou her true louer Maist reade sweete lectures of delight at will And on the frame of whose diuinest feature All graces shine that can be in a creature Sprung of a double knit to a triple King Late quadruple the holy number Three Gratefull to God did seeme more apt to bring Peace to this land with loue and vnitie Plant royall set by Iuno in this land Whose ancestors by Mars heere once did stand Sacred beautie her makes seeme angelicall Thee heauenly wisedome to the starres do raize Minerua her Apollo thee do call Their dearlings both truest theames of all praise Together liue and loue and long do raigne To our to your to Gods ioy bliâ—…le and gaine To my Lord the Prince DEarling of these of future times the glory Branch royall sprung from many a regall stemme On whose faire structure written is the story Of natures chefest skill worlds choisest Iemme Wits richest Cabinet vertues best aray Centre where lines of all hearts loues do meete Sweete ground whereon the Muses loue to play Ripe in wit though greene in yeares of forme most sweet Scotlands faire fruit Englands great hope Frances loue Irelands awe Cambriaes ioy great Brittains â—…ame Abridgement of all worth the mighty Ioue Long lengthen your good daies and still your name And when you shall haue honoured long this land Grant you a glorious Saint in heauen to stand To the excellent Lady Elizabeth her Grace FAire vertues Iemme set in most royall gold The worthiest owner of the fairest mansion Rich prize for which nature and fortune hold VVith Muses and graces Great contention All which by agreement this partition make None of themselues worthy of all discerning Nature your beauty Graces your vertues take Fortune shares your honour Muses your learning Map of perfection who deserue to be And are the worthiest marke the world can yeeld For all great Christian Princes loues they see Such vertues wheat growing in beauties field Long may you liue a holy and happy life A royall maide first then a royall wife De lapsu hominis in Adam PAuper amabilis venerabilis est benedictus Diues inutilis insatiabilis est maledictus Qui â—…ona negligit mala diligit intrat abyssum Nulla potentia nulla pecunia liberat ipsum Irremeabilis insatiabilis illa vorago Hic vbi mergitur horrida cernitur omnis image Uir miserabilis Euaque flebilis hoc subierunt Hic cruciamina per sua crimina cum mâ—…ruerunt Iussa Dei pia iussa salubria si tenuissent Vir neque fâ—…mina nec sua semina morte perissent Sed quia spernere iussaque soluere non timuere Mors grauis irrujt hoc merito fuit periere Ianua mortis passio fortis crimen corum Aâ—…tulit â—…rbi semina morbi totque malorum Illa parentes atque sequentes culpa peremit Atque piarâ—…m deliciarum munus ademit â—…lebile fatum dans cruciatum dansque dolorem Illa merenti perdere tanti regis honorem Est data saeuam causa per Euam perditionis Dum meliorem sperat honorem voce draconis Hoc male credens nos quoque laedens crimine magnâ—… Omnia tristi subdidit isti saecula damnâ—… Stirps miserorum plena dolorum postea creuit His quoque damnis pluribus annis subdita fleuit De restitutione hominis per Christum SEd Deus omnipotens qui verbo cuncta creauit Sic cecidisse dâ—…lens homines quos semper amauit Ipse suum verbum transmiâ—…it ad inâ—…im a mundi Exulibus miseris aperire viam redeundi Filius ergo Dei descendit ab arce superna Nunquam discedens à maiestate paterna Qui corpus sumens animatum numine saluâ—… Processit natus sacrae de virginis aluâ—… Uerus homo verusque Deus pius miseratâ—…r Uerus saluator nostraeque salutis amator Sponte suâ—… morâ—…ens mortem moriendo peremit â—…t sic pâ—…rpetua miserâ—…s à morte redemit Namque pia de morte resurgens vt Leo fâ—…rtis Restituit vitam prostrato principe mortis Of the fall of man in Adam THe poore maÌ„ belou'd for vertue approu'd right blessed is he Where couetous chuâ—…f who neuer hath enough accursed shal be Who goodnes reiecteth euill affecteth shall fall in the pit No plenty of pence shall free him from thence no power nor wit Both vnrepassable and vnsatiable that gulph will appeare Imbogd he shall be where nought he shall see but horror feare Adam vnstable and Eue variable the very first time By falling from God deserued this rod O horrible crime For had they adhered to God him feared by keeping his reede TheÌ„ death had not come on the maÌ„ or the womaÌ„ or any their seed But when as the man from Gods will began basely to reuolt For his grieuous sinne death came rushing in and on him laid holt This was the great crime which at the first time by craft of the deuill Did bring in the seed of sicknes and need all other euill This was the sin which first did begin our parents to kill And heauenly foode prepard for our good did vtterly spill Vnhappy the fate which first such a state such sorrow did bring To him that had lost so much to our cost our heauenly king The credulous Eue t was she that did giue the cause of such euill Hoping that honor wold come more vpoÌ„ her deceiued by the deuiâ—… Beleeuing of him did make her to sin to all our great losse For mankind e're sence receiued from hence an horrible crosse For all the nations through all generatioÌ„s which after haue bene With grief of their heart haue tasted the smart of that primitiue â—…in Of the restoring of man by Christ. BVt Ioue omnipotent all things by his word who created Griâ—…uing man to be falâ—…e whose loue was in him so innated Sent from aboue his word for man to prepare a returning Thence where else had he lien through all eternity burning So Gods onely begotten sonne came downe to redeeme vs Yet did he still himselfe his fathers glory beteeme vs. A body formde with a soule to his diuinity taking And to be borne of a virgine his humanity making Borne very God very man he a man God mercifull holy Purchased our saluation was our Sauiour wholy For by his willing death he deaths selfe wholy defeated And so vs all from eternall death by death â—…ebegetted From death again rising he deaths prince mightily maimed Whereby his owne from death to eternall life he regained FINIS
friends and seruants call And sure me thinks her wit Giues them a name more fit For if all mothers them their sons do call Whom they haue onely borne nine months in all May she not call them sons with better reason Whom she hath borne nine times as long a season For a looking glasse IF thou be faire thy beauties beautifie With vertuous deeds and manners answerable If thou be foule thy beauties want supply With a faire mind and actions commendable In Asinium THou still wert wont in earnest or in iest To praise an Asse as a most worthy best Now like an Asse thy selfe thou still commendest Whats'ere thou speakst with thine own praise thou endest Oh! I perceiue thou praisest learnedly An Asse in Thesi and Hipothesi On a limping Cuckold THou euermore dost ancient Poets blame For faining Venus wife to Vulcan lame I blame the starres and Hymen to that gaue A faire straight wife to thee a foule lame knaue And nought doth ease my griefe but onely this Thy Venus now hath got a Mars to kisse On Crambo a lowzie shifter BY want of shift since lice at first are bred And after by the same encreast and fed Crambo I muse how you haue lice so many Since all men know you shift as much as any In Quintum QVintus is burnt and may thereof be glad For being poore he hath a good pretence At euery Church to craue beneuolence For one that had by fire lost all he had In Sabam WHy will not Saba in a glasse behold Her face since she grew wrinkled pale and old Doubtlesse I thinke she doubts that ougly sight Like Cow-turnd IO would her selfe affright In Aulum AVlus giues nought men say though much he craue Yet I can tell to whom the pox he gaue F. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and Madrigals Sonnet I. Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heauenly beames are o're my sight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabling me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eyes my loue your heart displeasing Breed hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing Sonnet II. That he cannot hide or dessemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my inward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my wil my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or tears that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured Sonnet III. Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shinde and the most heau'nly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultles features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humane creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare Sonnet IIII. Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the prayses of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweet that onely soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath thence to part Or who of Proteus sundry transformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanly pend So fit for you to take and me to send ELEGIE I. He renounceth his foode and former delight in Musicke Poesie and painting SItting at board sometimes prepar'de to eate If 't hap my minde on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth in stead of pleasant meate And teares do moist my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teares that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might to chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A suddaine passion did my song displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournfull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increasde And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releasde If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweete delights were wont to ease my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but groans would come Out of my Pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my minde remaind By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me straind From forth mine eies the bloud for colours came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my taste to please Adieu my songs that bred mine eares delight Adieu sweet Muse that oft my minde did'st ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow finde SONNET V. To Pitie VVAke Pittie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe I but quickly heare my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That