same And if I tempt it will retire And of my plaintes doth make a game Loue let me cull hir choycest flowers And pittie me and calme hir eye Make soft hir heart dissolue hir lowers Then will I praise thy dietie But if thou do not loue Ile trulye serue hir In spight of thee and by firme faith deserue hir Sonnet XIIII I wroat in Mirrhaes barcke and as I wroate Poore Mirrha wept because I wroat forsaken T'was of thy pride I soong in weeping noate When as hir leaues great moane for pittie maken The falling fountaines from the mountaines falling Cride out ah-las so faire and bee so cruel And Babling Echo neuer ceased callinge Phillis disdaine is fitte for none but truthlesse The rising pines wherein I had engraued Thy memorie consulting with the winde Are trucemen to thy heart and thoughts depraued And say thy kind should not bee so vnkinde But out ah-las so fell is Phillis pheerlesse That she hath made hir Damon welnie tearlesse Sonnet XV. My Phillis hath the morning sunne At fust to looke vppon hir And Phillis hath morne-waking birdes Hir risinges for to honour My Phillis hath prime-feathered flowers That smile when she treades on them And Phillis hath a gallant flocke That leapes since she doth owne them But Phillis hath so hard a heart Ah-las that she should haue it As yeeldes no mercie to desart Nor grace to those that craue it Sweet sunne when thou lookest on Pray hir regarde my moane Sweet birdes when you sing to hir To yeeld some pittie wooe hir Sweet flowers when as she treades on Tell hir hir beautie deades one And if in life hir loue she will agree me Pray hir before I die she will come see me Sonnet XVI I part but how from ioy from hope from life I leaue but whom loues pride wits pompe harts blisse I pine for what for griefe for thought for strife I faint and why because I see my misse Oh ceaslesse paines that neuer may be toulde You make me weepe as I to water would Ah wearie hopes in deepe obliuious streames Goe seeke your graues since yon haue lost your groundes Ah pensiue heart seeke out hir radiant gleames For why thy blisse is shut within those boundes Ah traiterous eies to feeble in for sight Growe dimme with woe that now must want your light I part from blisse to dwell with ceaslesse moane I part from life since I from beauty part I part from peace to pine in care alone I part from ease to dye with dreadfull smart I part oh death for why this world containes More care and woe then with dispaire remaines Oh loath depart wherein such sorrowes dwell As all conceites are sâ—ant the same to tell Sonnet XVII Ah fleeting weale ah slie deluding sleepe That in one moment giuest me ioye and paine How doe my hopes dissolue to teares in vaine As wount the Snowes fore angrie sunne to weepe Ah noysome life that hath no weale in keepe My forward griefe hath forme and working might My pleasures like the shaddowes take their flight My pathe to blisse is tedious long and steepe Twise happie thou Endemion that embracest The liue-long night thy loue within thine armes Where thou fond dreame my longed weale defacest Whitest fleeting and vncertaine shaddes thou placest Before my eies with false deluding charmes Ah instant sweetes which do my heart reuiue How should I ioy if you were true aliue Sonnet XVIII As where two raging venomes are vnited Which of them selues disseuered life would seuer The sickly wretch of sicknesse is acquited Which else should die or pine in torments euer So fire and frost that holde my heart in seasure Restore those ruines which themselues haue wrought Where if a part they both had had their pleasure The earth long since hir fatall claime had cought Thus two vnited deathes keepe me from dying I burne in Ice and quake amidst the fire No hope midest these exteames or fauour spyinge Thus loue makes me a Martir in his yre So that both colde and heate do rather feed My ceaslesse paines then any comfort breede Sonnet XIX Thou tiranizing Monarcke that dost tire My loue-sicke heart through those assaulting eyes That are the lampes which lighten my desire If nought but death furie may suffise Not for my peace but for thy pleasure bee it That Phillis wrathfull Phillis that repines me All grace but death may daine to come and see it And seeing greeue at that that which shee assignes me This onely boone for all my mortall bane I craue and crie for at thy mercye seate That when hir wrath a faithfull heart hath slaine And soule is fled and body rest of heate She might perceiue how much she might command That had my life and death within hir hand Sonnet XX. Some praise the lookes and others praise the lockes Of their faire Queenes in loue with curious wordes Some laud the breast where loue his treasure locks All like the eie that life and loue affordes But none of these fraile beauties and vnstable Shall make my pen ryot in pompous stile More greater giftes shall my graue muse enable Whereat seuerer browes shall neuer smile I praise hir honny-sweeter eloquence Which from the fountaine of true wisdome floweth Hir modest meane that matcheth exelence Hir matchlesse faith which from hir ver tue groweth And could my stile hir happie vertues equale Time had no power hir glories to enthrale Egloga Prima Demades Damon Demades NOw sourge of winters wracke is welnie spent And sunne ginnes looke more longer on our clime And earth no more to sorrow doth consent VVhy beene thy lookes forlorne that viewe the prime Vnneth thy flockes may feed to see thee faint Thou lost they leane and both with woe attaint For shame cast off these discontented lookes For griefe doth waight one life tho neuer sought So Thenot wrote admir'd for Pipe and bookes Then to the springe attemper thou thy thought And let aduice reare vp thy drooping minde And leaue to weepe thy woes vnto the winde Damon Ah Demades no wounder tho I waile For euen the spring is winter vnto me Looke as the sunne the earth doth then auaile VVhen by his beames his bowels warmed bee Euen so a Saint more sunne bright in hir shining First wrought my weale now hasts my winters pining VVhich louely lampe withdrawne from my poore eyes Both partes of earth and fire drownd vp in woe In winter dwell my ioy my courage dies My lambes with me that doe my winter knowe For pitty scorne the spring that nyeth neere And pine to see their Masters pining cheere The roote which yeeldeth sappe vnto the tree Drawes from the earth the meanes that makes it spring And by the sap the siens foster ed bee All from the sunne haue comfort and increasing And that faire eie that lightes this earthly ball Killes by depart and neeting cheereth all As roote to tree such is my tender heart VVhose sappe is thought whose braunches are content And
expresse The griefe that my destressed soule deuoures Cloath thou my body all in heauinesse My sonnes appeard faire smiling full of pleasure But now the vale of absence ouer cloudes them They fed my heart with ioyes exceeding measure VVhich now shal dy since absence needs must shroud them Yea die oh death sweet death vouchsafe that blessing That I may die the death whilest she regardeth For sweet were death and sweete were deathes oppressing If she looke on who all my life awardeth Oh thou that art the portion of my ioy Yet not the portion for thou art the prime Suppose my griefes conceiue the deepe anoy That wounds my soule vpon this sorrye time Pale is my face and in my pale confesses The paine I suffer since I needes must leaue thee Redde are mine eyes through teares that them oppresses Dul'd are my sprits since fates do now bereue thee And now ah now my plaintes are quite preuented The windes are faire the sailes are hoysed hie The Anckers waid and now quite discontented Griefe so subdewes my hart as it should dye A faint farewell with trembling hand I tender And with my teares my papers are distained Which closed vp my heart in them I render To tell thee how at parting I complained Vouchsafe his message that doth bring farewell And for my sake let him with beautie dwell Thirsis Aegloga Secunda Muses helpe me sorrow swarmeth Eyes are fraught with seas of languish Heauie hope my sollace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eye of day regarded neuer Certaine trust in world vntrusty Flattering hope beguileth euer VVeary olde and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholdes inthroned Fortunes darling proude and dreadlesse Darkesome night doth heare hâ—m moaned VVho before was rich and needlesse Robb the sphre of lines vnited Make a sodaine voide in nature Force the day to bee benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarry Further helpes I meane to borrow Courted once by fortunes fauour Compast now with enures curies All my thoughts of sorrow sauer Hopes runne fleeting like the sourses Ay me wanton scorne hath maimed Al the ioy my heart enioyed Thoughtes their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes hath quite anoyed Scant regard my weale hath scanted Looking coy hath forst my lowering Nothing likt where nothing wanted VVeddes mine eyes to ceaselesse showering Former loue was once admired Present fauour is estranged Loath the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughtes are changed Louely swaine with luckie guiding Once ebut now no more so friended Thou my flockes hast had in mindinge From the morne till day was ended Drinke and fodder foode and foulding Had my lambes and ewes together I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and lambes are paind with pining I with ewes and lambes confused All vnto our deathes declyning Silence leaue thy caue obscured Daine a dolfull swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Ye I am no deepe offender Phillips sonne canne with his finger Hide his scarre it is so little Little sinne a day to linger VVise men wander in a Tittle Thriftles yet my swaine haue turned Though my sunne he neuer showeth Though I weepe I am not mourned Though I want no pittie groweth Yet for pittie loue my muses Gentle silence be their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to bee a louer They shall liue with thee inclosed I will loath my pen and paper Arte shall neuer be supposed Sloath shall quench the watching taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindly Though I leaue them yet I loue them Though my wit haue led them blindly Yet my swaine did once approue them I will trauell soyles remoued Night and morrowe neuer merie Thou shalt harbor that I loued I will loue that makes me werye If perchaunce the sheepe strayeth In thy walkes and shades vnhaunted Tell the teene my heart betrayeth How neglect my ioyes hath daunted Sonnet XXI Ye heraultes of my heart mine ardent groanes O teares which gladly would burst out to brookes Oh spent on fruitlesse sande my surging moanes Oh thoughtes enthrald vnto care-boading lookes Ah iust laments of my vniust distresse Ah fond desires whom reason could not guide Oh hopes of loue that intimate redresse Yet proue the load-stars vnto bad betide When will you cease or shall paine neuer ceasing Seaze on my heart oh molifie your rage Least your assaultes with ouer switf increasing Procure my death or call on timelesse age What if they do they shall but feede the fire Which I haue kindled by my fond desire Sonnet XXII Faire art thou Phillis I so faire sweet mayd As nor the sunne nor I haue seene more faire For in thy cheekes sweet roses are embayde And golde more pure then gold doth guilde thy haire Sweet Bees haue hiu'd their hony on thy tongue And Hebe spic't hir Necter with thy breath About thy necke do all the graces thronge And lay such baites as might entangle death In such a breast what heart would not be thrall From such sweet armes who would not wish embraces At thy faire handes who wonders not at all Wounder it selfe through ignorance embases Yet naithelesse tho wonderous giftes you call these My faith is farre more wonderfull then all these Sonnet XXIII Burst burst poore heart thou hast no longer hope Captiue mine eyes vnto eternall sleepe Let all my sences haue no further scope Let death be lord of me and all my sheepe For Phillis hath betrothed fierce disdaine That makes his mortall mantion in hir heart And though my tonge haue long time taken paine To sue deuorse and wed hir to desart She will not yeeld my wordes can haue no power She scornes my faith she laughes at my sad layes She filles my soule with neuer ceasing sower Who filt the world with volumes of hir praise In such extreames what wretch can cease to craue His peace from death who can no mercy haue Sonnet XXIIII No glory makes me glorious or glad Nor pleasure may to pleasure me dispose Ne comfort can reuiue my sences sad Nor hope enfranchise me with one repose Nor in hir absence tast I one delight Nor in hir presence am I well content Was neuer time gaue tearme to my dispight Nor ioy that dried the teares of my lament Nor holde I hope of weale in memorie Nor haue I thought to change my restlesse griefe Nor doth my conquest yeelde me souerainetie Nor hope repose nor confidence reliefe For why she sortes hir frownes and fauoures so As when I gaine or loose I cannot know Sonnet XXV I wage the combat with two mightie foes Which are more strong then I ten thousand folde The one is when thy pleasure I do lose The other when thy person I beholde In seeing thee a swarme of loues confound me And cause my death in spight of my resist
and ayre with moistnes fulsome Yet not resoluing or decaying them So was Locrinus blamed for this action Who brought to head heere-through a mighty faction For Guendolen with that heroick sprite Where-with her Father was enobled erst To wreake on me her Miriades of despight The sentence of her wrongs by power reuerst Her harmes by armes she vowd to satis-fie And heereon leuied a mighty Armie And thus attended in tryumphant order And garded by her warlike Cornish crew She pitcht her field neere to those banks which border This azure-mantled streame where now we rewe The King that sets a womans threates at nought Prest men and met hys foe and with her fought But so would Fortune fie on Fortune fickle That by a shaft Locrinus was confounded His scattered troopes like sheaues before the sickle Fell downe or fled or died deadly wounded Ah guilt lesse soules they perrisht for my sinnes And from theyr fall my tragedy beginnes Ah Fortune nurse of fooles poyson of hope Fuell of vaine desires deserts destruction Impugner of preuentions errors scope Supposed soueraigne through our vaine construction Princesse of Paganisme roote of impietie Deuill on earth masked in deitie Scorne of the learned Follies eldest sister Bastard of tyme begot by vaine opinion Against thy power O peeuish proud resister Mother of lyes and Mistresse of illusion Vampe of vaine glory double faced shroe Whose smyles at first succesfull end in woe It was not thou tho worldly wits accuse thee That sette Mount Gibel of my plagues a burning It was not thou my conscience doth excuse thee It was my sinne that wrought myne ouer-turning It was but iustice from the heauens inflicted On lustfull life defamed and conuicted As when the poule that vnder-props the Vine Is rest away the crimson clusters fall And as the buildings suddainly decline That want the meanes to stay them vp withall So when the King and all his trusty freends Were fled or slaine then loe mine honour ends My lyttle daughter left alone with me Both trauersing the fatall blood-dewd plaine More fit to feare then fleete avvay to flee At last arriu'd where as my loue lay slayne Oh slaying sight vvounds vvounding death death breeding Pale lookes yee seales of sorrovv palenes feeding Sweet Image of his lyuing excellence Whilst thus it lay ah-las that thus it lay Impatient greefe would leaue me no defence I cald on death but teares wept death away His worst was past I sigh'd but sighes nor slender Teares worke no truce but where the hart is tender And as the straw vnto the Iette fast cleaueth So clunge I both myne armes about his necke Pouring my plaints in eares that nought conceaueth Ah loue quoth I vnkind why dost thou checke Why dost thou mate the minds that most admire thee And in our needes in constant thus retire thee Breathe life in him againe or leaue me breathlesse Or from thine enuious tryumphant throne Send forth Despayre with locks vnkempt and wreathlesse To ioyne by death two soules in life but one And since at once our harts thou didst inspire Let both of vs O Loue at once expire Oh spent on barraine ground my flood-like weeping Loue would not heare tho gan I trembling try If kisses could reuiue his ceaslesse sleeping But death repines these baites of fond desire I suckt his wounds and wrapt them round about But ah the life before was issued out I faynting fell enfeebled through my sufferaunce My child that saw me fall for griefe fell by me I wept she cryde both gaue griefe sustenaunce I fainted and she fainting layd her nie me Euen what I kyst she kist and what I sayd She sayd and what I fear'd made her afrayd For euery sigh a sigh for euery teare A teare she was no niggard of her moane Ah beauties blossome blasted in the eare Thou daughter of the haplesse woful one The croppes of cares together must thou gather And loose at once both Mother life and Father Whilst thus we breath'd our Elegies of sorrow Not recking who beheld or who surpris'd vs The free-booters that raunge the Champion thorow Who by our robes of some high race surmis'd vs Layd hands on vs and brought vs to the Queene Who sate tryumphant royally beseene Looke how fayre locked Iuno was affected When she the monster-queller did behold With selfe-like proud-full enmitie infected The Queene sate hatching murthers manifold And as the wrathfull tempest that doth follow In high-topt trees long murmureth ere it blow So gan she to euacuate by her tongue The Hydraes of reuenge she had intended With tyring taunts at first my heart she stoonge And fierce vpbraydes with bitter buffets ended Suborner of lasciuiousnesse she cride Hast thou no vale of shame thy lookes to hide Misgouern'd Minion in whose wanton browes The registers of wretched life are written Suborner of contempt lasciuious blowse By whom my ioyes were blasted and frost-bitten Mistresse of murthers loosenesse and what not Now are you compast in your proud complot The Caedar tree is falne that did protect you From euery stormie threat and hate I ment thee But now fierce rage by footsteps shall direct you To timelesse death for-thy vaine wretch repent thee Thou art but dead for death my hate must bound Thy childe thy selfe together shall be drownd This said she wild the Ministers to bind Our tender armes and now pale feare addrest Our wayning roses quite beyond theyr kind To flie our cheekes and helpe our hearts opprest Feare sommond teares teares came and stroue to stint A ceaslesse hate within a hart of flint But weladay our Doomesday was ordaind For when the oceans of our moane assaild her A ruthles rocke deaf-eared she disdaind We faild not to submit but pittie faild her Then lowlie-creeping prostrate at her feete In these laments for mercy I intreate Pittifull Queene sayd I vouchsafe t'assommon The partiallest opinions of thy mind And yet remembring thee thou art a woman Heare thou with reason not affection blind Then loe my proofes to such effect shall sort As they from thee some pittie shall extort If vnder couert of ambitious rising Or fond intention to suggest the King Or by complots of mine owne lewd deuising I had surmisd or practisd any thing Where-through Locrinus should affect me so Iust were my death and iust mine ouerthrow But happy heauens haue registred the truth They know my cause and they can thee assure It was not I it was thy husbands youth That made him loue and traind him to the lure What should poore Captiues doo or what should I Twere better loue and liue than loath and die My sexe was weake my sences farre more weaker Afflictions taught me to accept occasion I am a poore vnwilling wedlock breaker I was vnable to withstand inuasion For where the Conquerer crau'd I knew full well He could commaund if so I should rebell What is the Wren to wrastle with the Gripe Or mine vnarmed will to resolution Although my beauty made affections
ripe His was the palme and his the execution My sufferaunce was my fault he did exact all He sought he taught me first for to enact all Then mighty Soueraigne mittigate thine ire For why I sinn'd vnwilling and enforced And tho an exile let me hence retyre But if compassion be from thee diuorced O let me die and true compassion take Vpon my daughter for her fathers sake Looke how in royall characters inchased She beares the records of his haughty hart Stoope princely mayde be not so losty paced Not what thou wert thinke thou but what thou art Wilt thou not stoope ah wretch perhaps thou deemest The Queene will pardon since so sweet thou seemest Fayre-looking soule how often did I seale Kisses vppon her cheekes whilst thus I pleaded But all in vaine for pitty I appeale Sentence of death already was arreaded Fast bound to Seuerns bancke I was conducted Readie to die yet not to death instructed Meane-while my sweet Sabrina weeping hasted To Guendolen and with her little palme Strooke on her marble-breast by no griefe wasted Striuing by smiles her moody wrath to calme She kist her hand and straight embrast her neck As if inforcing mercie by a beck Pardon she cry'd oh Madam saue my Mother Yea Mother so I cry'd said Sabrine tho Oh let me novv no longer sorrow smother But by my selfe capitulate my woe Since none are fit or meetest to reueale it Then those who like my selfe doe likewise feele it I saw the death prepared for my life I saw the teares my Mother wept for me I saw the wofull louer and the wife Th'one past pitty th'other pittying me I pittied both th'one wanting remorse Th'other since her plaints had little force And both of these with selfe like pittie wounded Beheld me whilst I dallyed for my death I dallied with that lippe which me confounded The lippe that gaue eiection to my breath The lippe which through the office of the toung Made age-pursuing death to sease on young How much for thee sweet mother did I flatter Pledging transparant Christall for some pittie I know God knowes God knowes I know the matter Will would not heare the words of wanton prettie Both both must dye I mother thou must dye Thou must be drownd sweet mother so must I. As climes the auncient shaddow of the field The Father-oake whose rootes so deepely enter As where the spreading boughes midst heauens doo build The rest lyes closd in the Tartarian center Whom fierce Vulturnus wonder-working blast Nor Southerne healthles wind can ouercast So sat the Queene vndaunted and vntainted Like to her selfe an enuious minded woman With no kind pleas her eares would be acquainted Away with them she cryes Ah-las that no man Weepes now with me for then what creature curst not The cruell Queene tho reprehend they durst not Sabrine Then you and I sweet Mother were led forth Elstred We were led foorth sweet daughter to our last Sabrine Our words our beauties had but little worth Elstred So will the heauens that purest soonest wast Sabrine I cride help mother help when I was drowneâ— Elstred Ah helples both yet wanting helpe renowmeâ— Thus cast at once into the wofull waue That laught for to embowell natures treasures I forst my selfe my Sabrine for to saue But death no time no age no reason measures Helpe mother when thou crydst I came vnto thee And then I died when drowning did vndoe thee Both dyed at once the Annals of mishap Wherein woe-tempted men may read theyr fortune Since all are subiect to the selfe like trap And selfe like death may sweetest soules importune Sabrine I thus we dyed yet not with selfe like same For floting Seuerne loues Sabrinaes name So may he prattle still vnto his vvaue Sabrinaes name whilst brine salt teares sea weepeth And if the Gods or men compassion haue Compassion that vvith tender hearts nere sleepeth We both shall liue This said both sought their Tombâ— Within the waues and suncke vnto the bottome The Water-Nimphes with their vnkembed tresses The byrds that saw the Water-Nimphes assembled The fishes that were fedde by their distresses The stoods with all of these together trembled And I gotte home and weepingly thus pend it Carelesse of those that scorne and cannot mend it FINIS Whereon the waters are called Humber waters to thys day