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Aurorata· By Thomas Prujean, student of Gonvile and Caius Colledge in Cambridge.
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Prujean, Thomas, 1622 or 3-1662.
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notes to thy welcome in The flowres begin to court thee that they may Have both a god and goddesse to obey But * A lovers jealousie euâ—ningly exprest gentle sweet tell them thy Juliet has Worth that does all their goddesses surpasse Parts to be gain'd that doe deserve a throne Of happinesse such as the gods sit on I will maintaine it since I merited To bee one worth thy love remembred Curst be that Tybalt that young Phaeton Whom valour had bestow'd her reines upon That he must needs strive thy world for to burne And find by thee preferment for the urne That Mantua and not these armes must have The happinesse thy body to receive How long of Romeo must I dreame and when I thinke I have thee catch the ayre againe Once thou vow'dst by thy selfe which I did take To be a greater then thou e're couldst make By heaven its selfe to that thy vow did tend As in it thou thy love didst then commend Yet keepe it as thou wilt all Iuliets cry Will be with Romeo to live and dye LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Romeo to Iuliet THe greet thou sent'st no more belongs to mee Then when I am sweetly embrac't by thee Onely to that place is ascrib'd all blisse Where Romeo with his faire Iuliet is Mantua's nothing but a cage of woe Where thou art not all countryes will prove so Where is it that the world forgets not day When once it viewes my Iuliet is away The brighter Cynthia does enlarge her dresse That she might offer thee a sacrifice Worthy thy faire acceptance The infant lights Forsake our clouds for to bedeck thy nights Thy memorie should before this complaine That it does one of such poore worth containe Justice should blame thy fancies ' cause they bee Drawne on no other object saving mee My riches are all dig'd from Sorrowes mine Onely some favours that I keepe of thine There thou hast stockt me well then why doe I Make my selfe of so little valew bee One glance of thine is able to create A man an Angell or of purer state How many crownes stemm'd with that influence Had I the night before I went from thence I now give credit to thy words which treat Of my being in divinest parts so great But Iuliet if in this esteeme I live How must thou shine that did'st all to me give And yet thy love has made me raise my pride So high that all but thee I have deny'd There 's none does merit now thou 'st shin'd on mee My giving love to her but onely thee And since 't is so since thou hast made me prove Above the merit of all but thy love Let it be thus my Iuliet let me have The blisse of being thy Romeo to my grave What is it to be banisht from my earth When Iuliet to my comfort gives a birth When Iuliet gives me an Ironick nay Blushing intreaties for to kisse and play Let Tibalt dye and Romeo be sent As a just doome away to banishment What is it to observe so heavy a doome When I may call my Iuliet my home For Iuliet's smile who would not undergoe The clumsey looke of any Prince or moe Say Iuliet that she loves all this distresse T will transmigrate into a happinesse Yet when I name thy cousin griefe does view Some blood of thine in him and that will sue To have a tributary brine The muse That sings his death may out of th' Laurel chuse As faire a branch as any It is thee When hee sings him shall blesse his poetry The Destinies grew proud when as they had Got so much Iuliet within their shade And had he thought how much the world he blest His sword would have enjoy'd a happy rest Had he but harp'd of being thy kinsman borne This fire would ne're have giv'n his ash the urne Verona I must leave law will not let Me of my sweet enjoying Iuliet The blest infusion I did take from thee Makes all the birds strive which should welcome me With the best notes esteeming Romeo The god they ought to sacrifice unto The flowers doe court me thinking that I am A priest that from their Flora lately came To give them some rich nature Here the Rose Bids the winde kisse her leaves straight she stroweâ— Them for my foot-step th' Lilly offers up The richest of her beauty in a cup. All this I had by th' pledge of thy deare love Which for to gaine a second time I 'll prove A desperate Leauder Breake through Seas So with my Hero I may take my ease Let Neptune rage and throw his curles about Dart ruine at me yet I will get out And when I am at Hero's Sestian rowre Laugh at the poorenesse of the Sea-gods powre Let the poore Spider envy lay her snare All is too weake if Iuliets love bids teare I 'le prove the Swallow and undoe againe What to make perfect cost her so much paine And fly into thy lap my wisht-for nest If thou 'lt give leave that in it I may rest Did the devouring gulphs betwixt us lye Them would I venture Iuliet for to see Let Death gape for to catch me as I come Yet I 'll not turne before I see thy home And let not feare wither that rosie bed Upon thy checkes nor make the Lilly dead Know I am Romeo still know I am he VVho vow'd what never shall be broke to thee My selfe shall be my self who dutes who will Forsake life for to runne to deadly ill VVhen I name Iuliet and voyce shee is mine 〈◊〉 make a boast I equall powres divine â—'m banisht faire Verona and will be Banisht life yet never untrue to thee The Argument of Lisanders and Calistas LIsander in a fight was so wounded that hee could not hold his sword and so let it fall Cleander Calistas husband Lisanders Mrs. was killd with it which made him to bee tainted with the murther Berontus Cleanders brother knowing of the love betweene these two layd Calista in prison as a cause thereof but Lisander was out of the way In this distresse shee writes to him fearing his having done it and desiring to know the certainty Loves LOOKING GLASSE Calista to Lisander Imprisoned both in body and in minde Calista sends some comfort for to finde Of thee Lisander that with ioy shee may Swan it out bravely at her dying day Would certainty informe thou wert not hee Whose fatall hand enriched destiny With my lov'd Lord Cleander or would death When hee uncaves my soule dip every breath And memory that has it in his lake His sacrifice I here my selfe would make I honour sonnes to valour Though it bee But counterfeit yet it showes well in thee From them whose tongues would favour no report My eares have cane thy merit all the court Makes their sole eloquence Lisander's name Striving whose wit should blesse the wing of fame Worth never was ador'd with such a zeale As is Lisanders All things learne to tell Vs the glad