binde Who diuers verse to diuers matter frame All kind of stiles do serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I find The lofty verse doth shew her noble mind By which she quencheth loues inraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kind In mournefull Tragicke verse for her I dye In Comicke she reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace and strife Each word she speakes doth cause both death and life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone XXXII SONET Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite thereby Rash was reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hasts amaine And stops each passage least Desire should flye Within my eares disdainefull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine eyes with scornful traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start XXXIII SONET To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causer of my paine That to my soe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And bosts of winning that which reason sold Too late you call for helpe to me in vaine Whō loue hath bound in chains of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hot desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like wind dispearst the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbuor quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw XXXIIII SONET Ten Sonets to Philomel Sonet I. Vpon Loues entring by the eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage weare By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I garded them and void 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 heart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweete Phylomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pittty 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 Only because to loue thee it presumed XXXV SONET O Why did Fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traytor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her gifts 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 deaths paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I dide XXXVI SONET Of his owne and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIcknesse 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 herewith 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 XXXVII SONET 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 eyes That his dart life did misse though her it hit Yet not therewith content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoyle 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 XXXVIII SONET Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against the 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 neere 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 for'st to drowne XXXIX SONET Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed 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 spy 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 blinde 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 XL. SONET 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 Sonne scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her deny 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 XLI SONET To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sunne eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects
streames with double force Where lockes or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweete sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere Which from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my 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 XXIIII CANZONET 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 farre off from where she lies below The winter Sunne that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light Where heate is wanting to restore her might What doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with byting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the scent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and Prisnor both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may be My heart opprest with heauy frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deare to me 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 griefe 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 XXV CANZONET 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 flear'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 dearest name which doth me still betray For grace sweete 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 smart Then since thou seest the life I lead 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 XXVI CANZONET 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 betride 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 defa'st But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did show Loue is the streame whose waues so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetnesse liking win But as the deepe o'reflowing 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 choaking 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 flattring lookes the louers life doe spill XXVII CANZONET 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 sweete a Lute 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 heart-strings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lye in pieces 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 XXVIII CANZONET Care will not let him liue nor hope let him dye MYy heauy heart which 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 last 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 wings and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Boate which windes driue to the shore And tides driue 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 XXIX CANZONET In praise of the Sunne THE Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light to see withall 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
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 wilde beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike XI POEM WHen I to you of all my woes complaine Which you make me endure without release With scornefull smiles you answere me againe That louers true must beare and hold their peace Deere I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall do XII POEM IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flight Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lawlesse 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 Sunne 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 XIII POEM A Pâ—â—â— in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame naâ—ure hath beene scant In dealing beauâ—ies 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. XIIII POEM Loues contentment DEath is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lenghtning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath ty'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 need When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote beleeu'd I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals vnheard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which he inclosde I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if here 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 But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To plead for loue and cleere my selfe withall What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my mind afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard on which I thinke I die Thine angry tongue all kind of loue defie Yet is my life vpon thy promise staid By which thou hast assur'd me of thy loue And though thereby my heare be not allaid No stay of slight where gaine is still aboue Yet since thy heart can yeeld to loue no more I rest content although I die therefore Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numin votis XV. POEM A repentant Poem THough late my heart yet turne at last And shape thy course another way T is better lose thy labour past Then follow on to sure decay What though thou long haue straid awry In hope of grace for mercy cry Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe And keepe thee grou'ling on the ground Though blacke dispaire with angry frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue beene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to floods of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angry Iudges eares And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleed streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angry Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall thy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to fly Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sinne is too too strong I striue to rise sinne keepes me downe I fly from sinne sinne followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne Weake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want XVI POEM Vnions Iewell DIuers rare Iems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarits in thy Iewell stand Matildaes three three Ianes of regall line Two royall Maries two Elizaes and One Isbell Anne Sibill and Margery All royall Iems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Dutstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line Whom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take Whose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioyn Scots Saxon Norman blood in our Kings line For their childe Mawde our first Henry did marry Of them Matild our said Empresse did spring By whose second husband our Kings did carry Name of great Plantagenet then Scots King First Alexander did Sibilla wed Who sprung from out William Conquerors bed The third Matild their first King Dauid married Earle Waldoffes daughter Neece to great K. William Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second
Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry Another Margaret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margaret spring Who by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our King To haue married to his Sonne would haue beene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death said nay Which onely this great vnion then did stay Though that most noble and victorious king This naturall vnion could not then aduance Another he as great t' effect did bring When he his sonne married to th' heire of France Isbell by whom since all our Kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of thē haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent With second Dauid spending there her life He did the child of second Edward marry As third Alexander did of our third Harry Without issue they dyed then Margery Their first King Roberts daughter Bruse by name Scots Queene by birth must needs remembred be By whom Lord Stewart did encrease his fame From them second Robert Iames Stewart from him Third Robert nam'd whence first Iames did begin A valiant Prince who spent his youthfull prime In martiall deeds with our fift Henry in France To whom our sixt King Henry in his time Iane our third Edwards grandchild did aduance In marriage she of Henry Bewford sprong Somersets Earle was vertuous faire and yong Fifth Margaret Richmonds Countes forth did bring Our seuenth Henry who one diuision ended With Eliza heire of our fourh Edward King From both whom great'st Margaret of all descended From whom fourth Iames fift Iames Scottish king And from him Mary Scots last Queene did spring Fourth Iames being dead Margret did Douglas marry They a daughter Margret had Earle Lyneux wife Whose sonne Lord Darnley married their last Mary Of whom comes Charles Iames finisher of strife Who with Anne makes vnion by the childlesse death Of our Queenes Mary and Elizabeth The rarest pearles and richest Margarits all VVhich euer did in any Iewell stand The rarest Iewell too and most Angelicall Almost made vp by God and Natures hand By men to be finisht to this Isle sent Then to be worne for her best ornament XVII POEM Or Panegyricke to my Soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since first this I le by Ioues owne hand Was set apart within great Oceans armes And was appointed by her selfe to stand Fenc't round about with rockes from forren harmes She into sundry parts hath oft beene 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 breast thy arme doth stretch Through Ireland making it to India reach To Iuda thou the Tribes hast brought againe Which by themselues did in Samaria dwell Iordane by thee whose streame did runne 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 Conqueror of all hearts all flattries transcendent Who hold'st it losse to take to giue great gaine Of bountious 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 Which 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 shewne Heauens blessings all mens prayers no mans curse Fortunes fauours natures wealth Gods high grace The Muses lodge all vertues dwelling place Our Sunne did set with great Elizabeth Before night thou a new day-light didst bring Our summers peace did close at her cold death VVithout warres winter thou renewd'st our spring All our liues ioyes with her dead seem'd to be Before intombde they were reuiude by thee Center of royall births in whom do meete Lines drawne from all the noble Conquerors blood VVhich 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 blood of Christendome Both royall plants whence princely branches spring Whereon grow our best fruits of hope and ioy Great off-springs both of many a Noble King An antidote sh ' 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 writ 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 vnity Plant royall set by Iuno in this land Whose ancestors by Mars heere once did stand Sacred beauty makes seeme angelicall Thee heauenly wisedome to the starrs do raise Minerua her Apollo thee do call Their dearlings both truest theames of all our praise Together liue and loue and long do raigne To our to your to Gods ioy blisse and gaine Heere endeth the Poems I. DEVICE A Lottery presented before the late Queenes Maiesty at the Lord Chancelors house 1601. A Marriner with a Boxe vnder his arme contayning all the seuerall things following supposed to come from the Carrick came into the Presence singing this Song CYnthia Queene of Seas and Lands That fortune euery where commands Sent forth fortune to the Sea To try her fortune euery way There did I fortune meet which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King All the Nymphs of Thetis traine Did Cinthias fortunes entertaine Many a Iewell many a Iem Was to her fortune brought by them Her fortune sped so well as makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King Fortune that it might be seene That she did serue a
you in you I liue no more Your heart a Seruant new mine a new Saint enioyeth My sight offēds your eies mine eies your sight annoieth Since you held me in scorne by you I set no store Yet if dead Loue if your late flames returne If you lament your change count me your sole treasure My loue more fresh shall spring my flame more bright shall burne I le loue none else but you loue you without measure If not vntrue farewell in sand I le sow no graine Nor plant my loue but where loue yeelds me loue againe III. SONET To Mistresse Diana PHoebus of all the Gods I wish to be Not of the world to haue the ouerseeing For of all things in the worlds circuit being One onely thing I alwaies wish to see Not of all hearbs the hidden force to know For ah my wound by herbes cannot be cured Not in the Sky to haue a place assured For my ambition lies on earth below Not to be Prince of the Celestiall quire For I one Nimph prize more then all the Muses Not with his bow to offer Loue abuses For I Loues vassall am and dread his yre But that thy light from mine might borrow'd be And faire Diana might shine vnder me IIII. SONET 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 heau'nly beames are o're my fight 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 Enabled me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eies my loue your heart displeasing Breede 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 V. SONET That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my in ward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my will my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or teares 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 VI. SONET Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shin'de and the most heauenly 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 faultlesse features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humaine creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare VII SONET 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 praises of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweete 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 then to part Or who of Proteus sundry tranformations 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 meanely pend So fit for you to take and me to send VIII SONET To Pitie WAke Pitie 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 but quickly here 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 if my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing dye and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy cry Because her glory in my death will die IX SONET Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioyn'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euery noble mind Why then doe I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if it be false such glosing words refraine If true O then let worth his worth obtaine X. SONET Her answere in the same Romes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euery noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to thwart The freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome much disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should not worth worths due obtaine XI SONET Vpon her comming though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater cruelty My constant faith her false vnconstancy My praises stile hero're prais'de worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moone-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoarse Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth
griefe A liuing death an euer-dying life A breath of reasons law a secret thiefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot that euer hits Loue is a blinded God a way-ward Boy A laborinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue of beauties will a witlesse toy A rauenous bird a tyrant most vniust A burning heate in frost a flattring foe A priuate hell a very world of woe Yet mighty Loue regard not what I say Who in a trance do lie reft of my wits But blame the light that leades me thus astray And makes my tongue thus raue by frantike fits Yet hurt me not least I sustaine the smart Which am content to lodge her in my heart VIII CANZONET Petrarks Sonnet translated Pace non trouo non hodasar guera I Ioy not Peace where yet no war is found I feare and hope I burne yet freeze withall I mount to heauen yet lye stil on the ground I nothing hold yet I compasse all I liue her bond which neither is my foe Nor friend nor holds me fast nor lets me goe Loue will not let me liue nor let me dye Nor locks me fast nor suffers me to scape I want both eyes and tongue yet see I cry I wish for death yet after helpe I gape I hate my selfe yet loue another wight And feede on griefe in lieu of sweete delight At the selfe time I both lament and ioy I stil am pleas'd and yet displeased still Loue sometimes seemes a God somtimes a Boy Sometimes I sinke sometimes I swim at will Twixt death and life small difference I make All this deere Dame endure I for thy sake IX CANZONET He proues himselfe to endure the hellish torments of Tantalus Ixion Titius Sisyphus and the Belides IN that I thirst for such a Goddesse grace As wants remorse like Tantalus I die My state is equall to Ixions case Whose mangled limbs are turn'd continually In that my rolling toiles can haue no end Nor loue nor time nor chance will stand my friend In that my heart consuming neuer dies I feele with Titius an equall paine Vpon whose heart a vulture feeding lies In that I rise through hope and fall agine By feare like Silyphus I labour still To turne arowling stone against a hill In that I make my vowes to her alone Whose eares are deafe and will retaine no sound With Belides my state is all but one Which fill a Tub whose bottome is not sound Thus in my heart since loue therein did dwell Are all the torments to be found in hell X. CANZONET Loues discommodities WHere heate of loue doth once possesse the heart There cares oppresse the mind with wonders ill Wit runs awry not fearing future smart And fond desire doth ouer-master will The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke Nor ouer-watched eyes desire to winke Footsteps are false and wauering too and fro The pleasing flower of beauty fades away Reason retires and pleasure brings in woe And wisedome yeeldeth place to black decay Counsell and fame and friendship are contemn'd And bashfulâ— shame and Gods themselues condemn'd Watchfull suspect is linked with despaire Inconstant hope is often drown'd in feares What folly hurts Fortune cannot repaire And miserie doth swim in seas of teares Long vse of life is but a lingring foe And gentle death is only end of woe XI CANZONET Allegory of his Loue to a Ship THe Souldier worne with wars delights in peace The Pilgrime in his ease when toyles are past The ship to gaine the Port when stormes do cease And I reioyce discharg'd from loue at last Whom while I seru'd peace rest and land I lost With wars with toiles with storms worne tir'd tost Sweete liberty now giues me leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish Chance by lots rul'd euery thing How error was main saile each waue a teare The master loue himselfe deepe sighs were winde Cares row'd with vowes the Ship a pensiue mind False hope the healme oft turn'd the ship about And constant faith stood vp for middle mast Despaire the Cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Beauty was all the rocks but I at last Haue gain'd the the Port and now my loue is past XII CANZONET Execration of his passed loue I Curse the time wherein these lips of mine Did pray or praise the dame that was vnkind I curse my Inke my paper and each line My hand hath writ in hope to please her mind I curse her hollow heart and flattring eyes Whose â—lye deceits did cause my mourning cries I curse the sugred speech and Syrens song Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine care I cursse my foolish will that staid so long And ooke delight to bide twixt hope and feare I curse the houre wherein I first began By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man I curse the dayes that I haue spent in vaine In louing one vngratefull and vnkinde I curse the Bow and shafts that bred my paine And Loue I curse that Archer nak'd and blind But on that howre that my fond loue doth end Millions of blessings I will euer spend XIII CANZONET Of the 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 Marigold to flowrish The sunnes departure make it droupe againe So golden Maries sight my ioyes do nourish But by her absence all my ioyes are slaine The sunne the Marigold makes liue and die By her the sun shines brighter so may I. Her smiles do glad the sunne and light the aires Reuiue my heart and cleare the cloudy skye Her frownes the aire make darke the Sunne to loure The Marigold to close my heart to dye By her the sunne the flowre the aire and I Shine and darken spread and close liue and dye You are the sunne you are the golden Mary Passing the Sunne in brightnesse gold in powre I am the flowre whom you do make to vary Flowrish when you smile droupe when you do lowre Oh let this heart of gold Sun and flowre Sill liue shine and spring in your hearts bowre XIIII CANZONET 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 me fry And with the same thou strik'st me to the heart 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 poore soule she gets her death thereby I see my death and seeing seeke the same And seeking find and finding chuse to dye 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 heart 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 XV. CANZONET His heart araigned 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'enditement 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 descry For grace and truth were read in either eye Yet forc'd to speake his Farther Plea was this That sore pursu'd by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he labour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes red rest Tooke sanctuary from his troubled brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true entent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That truth might raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide XVII CANZONET Deadly sweetenesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweet teares the drink that more augments my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which waste my life at first Sweete thoughts sweete teares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies XVIII CANZONET Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to find Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He look't 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 Depâ—iâ—â—â—e wound though none apeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'd to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had bin fire I gaz'd vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Then that where grow both shafts and fire XIX CANZONET Loues contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that long since 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 think what toies do tosse my troubled head Aow most I wish that most I should refraine And seeke the thing that least I long to find And find the wound by which my hart is flain Yet want both skill and will to ease my mind Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long lo see and yet I shun her sight I scald in sun and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to dye I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Hen cogor voti nescius esse mei XX. CANZONET Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweete is thy promise but it will not stand Smooth soft faire sweete to them that lightly touch Rough hard soule soute to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thought that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I find And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choise were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine XXI CANZONET That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe old old new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyse is made change he that list for me Such as I am such will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwayes be Mine eyes confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full content desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes be Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Pheoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth euery way True loue with age doth dayly cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies be What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be XXIII CANZONET Vpon her absence THe summer sunne that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and driues the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine My Ladies presence burne me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling
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 noting else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my sight I blush to thinke I was so blind 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 XXX CANZONET Death in loue MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are dry My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voyce is hoarse and can no longer cry My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburd'ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The 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 dye Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the sky And make thee scorne blind fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thee entertaine Desire and Fortune with despight haue slaine My Lady 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 dye to end this endlesse paine XXXI CANZONET Breake heauy heart BReake heauy 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 wast away Away I wast with teares by night in vaine Teares sighes by night by day encrease this paine Mine eyes no eyes but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but floods to moyst my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My smart my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blinde dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griefe 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 cry in vaine breake heauy heart XXXII CANZONET 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 obay 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 pe force So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne XXXIII CANZONET Loues properties TWixt heat and cold 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 fry 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 fry Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lye Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate â—o 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 XXXIIII CANZONET Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care If needs I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot dye 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 refusde sometime Now shut thine eares and my request deny Still must I liue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuo XXXV CANZONET The passionate Prisoner YE walls 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 flye 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 heare but 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 XXXVI CANZONET Hopelesse desire soone withers and dyes THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Yet if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and dry No maruell though the branches dye While 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 pâ—â—â—â— life lesse blocke Because the â—oâ—te doth life beguile Sâ— liues desiâ—â— which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is reft XXXVII CANZONET Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THE lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flye her spleene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Sâ—â—s haue their furges so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith is in the fewest words The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True hearts haue eyes and eares no tongues to speake They heare and see and sigh and then they breake XXXVIII CANZONET An answere to the first staffe that loue is vnlike in Beggars and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismires anger with the Lyons rage What is the buzzing flye where Eagles be A drop the sparke no Seas can Aetna swage Small is the heate in Beggars breasts that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings Who shrouds himselfe where slender haires cast shade
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 deny Mine eies so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are dry 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 Whilst that the stone roules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest Which 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 XVIII ODE 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 beauty spy 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'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a fury needlesse He that hath it shall dye speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you so 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 kill none whom loue hath fired XIX ODE 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 warre 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 dye that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away XX. ODE Cupids Marriage with disimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needs 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 show 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 neare 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 sweete small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis XXI ODE Dispraise of Loue and Louers follyes IF loue be life I long to dye 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 Scâ—pes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which loue do 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 I ft hap 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 meade 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 XXII ODE To his Muse REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred breast 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 choyce What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voyce 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 scorne 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 XXIII ODE To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st in 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 thought'st 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 threed thy fancy spun 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 pitty thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shun 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 lye not still for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and dye Yet neuer feare to flye XXIIII ODE A defiance to disdainefull 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 mooue thy mind What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as
royall Queene A franke and royall hand did beare And cast her fauors euery where Some toyes fell to my share which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King And the Song ended he vttred this short speech GGd saue you faire Ladies all and for my part if euer I be brought to answere my sinnes God for giue my sharking and lay vsury to my charge I am a Marriner and am now come from ihe sea where I had the fortune to light vpon these few tristes I must confesse I came but lightly by them but I no sooner had them but I made a vow that as they came to my hands by Fortune so I would not part with them but by Fortune To that end I euer since carried these Lots about me that if I met with fit company I might deuide my booty among them And now I thanke my good Fortunes I am lighted into the best company of the world a company of the fairest Ladyes that euer I saw Come Ladies try your fortunes and if any light vpon an vnfortunate Blanke let her thinke that Fortune doth but mock her in these tristes and meanes to pleasure her in greater matters The Lots 1 Fortunes Wheele FOrtune must now no more on triumph ride The wheeles are yours that did her Chariots guide 2 A Purse You thriue or would or may your Lots a Purse Fill it with gold and you are nere the worse 3 A Maske Want you a Maske heere Fortune giues you one Yet nature giues the Rose and Lilly none 4 A looking glasse Blinde Fortune doth not see how faire you be But giues a glasse that you your selfe may see 5 A Hankerchiefe Whether you seeme to weepe or weepe indeed This Hand-kerchiefe will stand you well in steed 6 A plaine Ring Fortune doth lend you hap it well or ill This plaine gold Ring to wed you to your will 7 A Ring with this Poesie As faithfull as I find Your hand by Fortune on this Ring doth light And yet the words do hit your humour right 8 A paire of Gloues Fortune these Gloues to you in challenge sends For that you loue not fooles that are her friends 9 A dozen of Points You are in euery point a louer true And therefore Fortune giues the points to you 10. A Lace Giue her the Lace that loues to be straightlac'd So Fortunes little gift is aptly plac'd 11 A paire of Kniues Fortune doth giue these paire of Kniues to you To cut the thred of loue if 't be not true 12 A Girdle By Fortunes Girdle you may happy be But they that are lesse happy are more free 13 A payre of writing Tables These Tables may containe your thoughts in part But write not all that 's written in your heart 14 A payre of Garters Though you haue Fortunes Garters you must be More staid and constant in your steps then she 15 A Coife and Crosse cloth Frowne in good earnest or be sick in iest This Coife and Crosse-Cloth will become you best 16 A Scarfe Take you this Scarfe bind Cupid hand and foote So loue must aske you leaue before hee shoote 17 A Falling Band. Fortune would make you rise yet guides your hand From other Lots to take the falling band 18. A Stomacher This Stomacher is full of windowes wrought Yet none through them can see into your thought 19 A paire of Sizzers These Sizzers do your huswifery bewray You loue to worke though you are borne to play 20. A Chaine Because you scorne loues Captiue to remaine Fortune hath sworne to leade you in a Chaine 21 Prayer Booke Your Fortune may prooue good another day Till Fortune come take you a booke to pray 22. A Snuftkin T is Summer yet a Snuftkin is your Lot But t' will be winter one day doubt you not 23. A Fanne You loue to see and yet to be vnseene Take you this Fanne to be your beauties skreene 24. A paire of Bracelets Lady your hands are fallen into a snare For Cupids manicles these Bracelets are 25 A Bodkin Euen with this Bodkin you may liue vnharmed Your beauty is with vertue so well armed 26 A Necklace Fortune giues your faire neck this lace to weare God grant a heauier yoke it neuer beare 27. A Cushinet To her that little cares what Let she wins Chance giues a little Cushinet to stick pinnes 28. A Dyall The Dyal's yours watch time least it be lost Yet they must lose it that doth watch it most 29 A Nutmeg with a blanke Parchment in it This Nutmeg holds a Blanke but chance doth hide it Write your owne wish and Fortune will prouide it 30 Blanke Wot you not why Fortune giues you no prize Good faith she saw you not she wants her eyes 31 Blanke You are so dainty to be pleasz'd God wot Chance knowes not what to giue you for a Lot 32 Blanke T is pitty such a hand should draw in vaine Though it gaine nought yet shall it pitty gaine 33 Blanke Nothing 's your Lot that 's more then can be told For nothing is more precious then gold 34 Blanke You faine would haue but what you cannot tell In giuing nothing Fortune serues you well Sir I.D. II. DEVICE Inscriptions Thesbe YE wofull Sires whose causelesse hate hath bred Griefe to your selues death to my loue and me Let vs not be dis-ioyn'd when we are dead Though we aliue conioyn'd could neuer bee Though cruell starres denide vs two one bed Yet in one tombe vs two intombed see Like as the dart was one and one the knife That did begin our loue and end our life Clytemnestra to her sonne Orestes comming to kill her for murthering his father Agamemnon HOld hold thy hand vile sonne of viler mother Death I deserue but O not by thy knife One parent to reuenge wilt thou kil tother And giues her death that gaue thee wretch thy life Furies will plague thy murthers execrable Stages will play thee and all mothers curse thee To wound this wombe or breast how art thou able When the one did beare thee and the other nurse thee AIAX THis sword is mine or will Laertes sonne Win this as he Achilles armour wonne This sword which you O Greeks oft bath'd haue known In Troian bloud I le now bath in mine owne This fearefull brest which all my enemies fierce Haue left vnpierst now I my selfe will pierce So men shall say Aiax to none did yeeld But t'Aiax selfe and Aiax Aiax kild ROMVLVS NO common wombe was fit me forth to bring But a pure virgin Priest child to a King No mortall father worthy was to breede me Nor humane milke was fierce enough to feed me Therefore the God of war by wonder bred me And a Shee-Wolfe by no lesse wonder fed me In fine the Gods because earth was too base T' entombe me dead did me in heauen place Fabritius Curio who refused gold of the Samnites and discouered to King Pyrrhus his
Physition that offred to poyson him MY famous Country values gold farre lesse Then conquest braue of such as gold possesse To be orecome with wealth I do not vse And to orecome with poyson I refuse No hand loues more then mine to giue to many No hart hates more then mine to take of any With so firme steele vertue my mind hath armed That not by gold nor yron it can be harmed Cato Vtican Who slew himselfe because he would not fall into Caesars bands CAESAR thou hast o'recome to thy great fame Proud Germanes valiant Gauls and Brittons rude Romes liberty but to thine eternall shame And her great Champion thou hast eke subdude Yet nether shall thy triumphs with my name Be grac't nor sword be with my bloud imbrude Though all the conquer'd earth do now serue thee Cato will dye vnconquered and free III. DEVICE Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid mulâ—ure Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter then a Feather And the wind more light then either But a womans fickle mind More then a Feather Dust or Winde IIII. DEVICE Or a Dialogue betweene the Louer and his heart L Speake gentle heart where is thy dwelling place H With her whose birth the heaueÌ„s theÌ„selues haue bleâ— L. What dost thou heere H. Sometimes behold her facâ— And lodge sometimes within her christall brest L. She cold thou hot how can you then agree H. Not Nature now but loue doth gouerne me L. With her wilt thou remaine and let me dye H. If I returne we both shall dye for griefe L. If still thou stay what shall I get thereby H. I le moue her heart to purchase thy reliefes L. What if her heart be hard and stop his eares H. I le sigh aloud and make him soft with teares L. If that preuaile wilt thou returne from thence H. Not I alone my heart shall come with me L. Then will you both liue vnder my defence H. So long as life will let vs both agree L. Why then despaire goe packe thee hence away H. I liue in hope to haue a happy day V. DEVICE Or a Dialogue betweene a Louer Death and Loue. Louer Come gentle death D. Who calls L. one that 's opprest D. What is thy will L. That thou abridge my woe By cutting off my life D. Cease thy request I cannot kill thee yet L. Alas why so D. Thou want'st thy heart L. who stole that same away D. Loue whom thou seru'st entreate him if thou may Louer COme Cupid come C. Who calleth me so oft L. Thy vassall true who thou should know by right C. What makes thy cry so faint L. My voyce is soft Quite broke and spent with crying day and night C. What then what 's thy request L. That thou restore To me my heart and steale the same no more And thou O death when I possesse my heart Dispach me then at once D. Alas why so L. By promise thou art bound to end my smart D. But if thy heart returne then what 's thy woe D. That brought from frost it neuer will desire To rest with me that am more hot then fire VI. DEVICE Phaleuciacks TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wish 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 prateth apace my griese 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 only dies not VII DEVICE Phaleuciacke HOw or where haue I lost my life vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despaire am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from euen to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drinke to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighs are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my heart by death be purchast Life and light do I lack when I behold not Those bright beames of her eyes Apollo darkning Life and light do I lose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her eyes beholding Death and life I refuse not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them Lenuoy in riming Phalenciacks MVse not Lady to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedy for ease requireth When sweete ioy did abound I writ the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lies it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my heart with gladnesse VIII DEVICE Phaleuciacks WIsedom warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisedome sent from aboue not earthly wisedome No such thoughts can arise from 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 anker Bold and blinde that I was to Sea be-taking Scarce from the shore had I lancht when all about me Waues like hills did rise till helpe from heauen Brought my Ship to the Port of late repentance IX DEVICE An Altar and Sacrifice to disdaine for freeing him from loue My Muse by thee restor'd to life To thee Disdaine this Alter reares Whereon she offers causelesse strife Self-spending sighs and bostlesse teares Long sutes in vaine Hate for goodwill Stil-dying paine Yet liuing still Selfe-louing pride Looks coyly strange Will Reasons guide Desire of change And last of all Blinde Fancies fire False beauties thral That bindes desire All these I offer to Disdaine By whom I liue from fancy free With vow that if I loue againe My life the sacrifice shall be Vicimus demitum pedibus calcamus amorem X. DEVICE Vpon beginning without making an end BEgin and halfe is done yet halfe vndone remaines Begin that half all is done thou art eas'd of pains The second halfe is all againe new worke must be begun Thus he that still begins doth nothing but by halues And things halfe done as good vndone half oxen are but calues XI DEVICE Or a Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule AY my poore soule whom bound in sinfull chaines This wretched body keepes against my will Body Ay my poore body whom for all my paines This froward Soule causelesse condemneth still Soule Causelesse when as thou striu'st to sin each day Body Causelesse when as I striue thee to obey 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 XII DEVICE Saphickes 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 retained He for his goodnes for his onely goodnesse Brought from hell torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his aide reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankfully singing XIII DEVICE 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 then 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 A DEVISO De lapsu hominis in Adam PAuper amabilis venerabilis est benedictus Diues inutilis insatiabilis est maledictus Qui bona negligit mala diligit intrat abyssum Nulla potentia nulla pecunia liberat ipsum Irrâ—meabilis insattabilis illa vorago Hic vbi meâ—gitur horrida cernitur omnis imago Vir miserabilis Euaque flebilis hoc subierunt Hic cruciamina per sua crimina cum meruerunt Iussa Dei pia iussa salubria si tenuissent Vir neque foemina nec sua semina morte perissent Sed quia spernere iussaque soluere non timuere Mors grauis irruit hoc merito fuit periere Ianua mortis passio fortis orimen eorum Attulit orbi semina morbi tot que malorum Illa parentes atque sequentes culpa peremit Atque piarum deliciarum munus ademit Flebile satum dans cruciatum dansque dolorem Illa morenti perdere tanti regis honorem Est data saeuam causa per Euam perditionis Dum meliorem sperat honorem voce dracenis Hec male credens nos quoque laedens crimine magno Omnia tristi subdidit isti saecula damno 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 dolens homines quos semper amauit Ipse suum verbum transmisit ad infima mundi Exulibus miseris aperire viam redeundi Filius ergo Dei descendit ab arce superna Nunquam descedens a maiestate paterna Qui corpus sumens animatum numine saluo Processit natus sacrae de virginis aluo Verus homo verusque Deus pius miserator Verus saluator nostraeque salutis amator Sponte sua moriens mortem moriendo peremit Et sic perpetua miseros a morte redemit Namque pia de morte resurgens vt Leo fortis Restituit vitam prostrato principe mortis Of the fall of man in Adam THE poore man belou'd for vertue approu'd rignt blessed is he Where couetous chuff who neuer hath enough accursed shall be Who goodnesse reiecteth and 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 galph will appeare Imbog'd he shall be where nought he shall see but horror and 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 and him feared by keeping his reede Then death had not come on the man or the woman or any their seede 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 sicknesse and need and all other euill This was the sinne which first did begin our parents to kill And heauenly food prepared 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 would come more vpon her deceiued by the deuill Beleeuing of him did make her to sinne to all our great losse For mankind e're sence receiued from hence an horrible crosse For all the Nations through all generations which after haue beene With griefe of their heart haue tasted the smart of that primitiue sinne Of the restoring of man by Christ BVt Ioue omnipotent all things by his word who created Grieuing man to be falne 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 form'd with a soule to his diuinity taking And to be borne of a virgin 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 rebegetted From death againe rising he deaths Prince mightily maimed Whereby his owne from death to eternall life he regained The end of the first Booke THE SECOND BOOKE OF Sonets and Canzonets I. SONET WHen traitrous Photine Caesar did present With his great riuals honourable head He taught his eyes a streame of teares to shed Hiding in his false heart his true content And Hanniball when Fortunes ballance light Raiz'd low brought Rome and swaid proud Carthage downe While all but he bewail'd their yeelding town He laught to ease his swelling hearts despight Thus cunning minds can maske with diuers art Griefe vnder fained smiles Ioy vnder teares Like Hanniball I cannot hide my feares Setting cleare lookes vpon a cloudy heart But let me ioyes enioy Deere you shall try Caesar hid not his ioyes so well as I. II. SONET While Loue in you did liue I onely liu'd in you While you for me did burne for you alone I burned While you did sigh for me for you I sigh and mourned Till you prou'd false to me to you I was most true But since loue died in
natures chiefest skill worlds choisest Iemme Wits richest Cabinet vertues best aray Centre where lines of all hearts loues doe meete Sweete ground whereon the Muses loue to play Ripe in wit though greene in yeres of forme most sweet Scotlands faire fruit Englands great hope Frances loue Irelands awe Cambraies ioy great Brittains fame 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 LII SONET To the excellent Ladie 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 With 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 The end of the Sonets Of Canzonets I. CANZONET THE LIE GOe soule the bodies guest vpon a thanklesse arrant Feare not to touch the best the truth shall be thy warrant Goe since I needs must dye and giue the world the lye Say to the Court it glowes and shines like rotten wood Say to the Church it shewes what 's good and doth no good If Church and Court reply Then giue them both the lye Tell Potentates they liue acting by others action Not loued vnlesse they giue not strong but by affection If Potentates reply giue Potentates the lye Tell men of high condition that mannage the estate Their purpose is ambition their practise onely hate And if they once reply then giue them all the lye Tell them that braue it most they beg for more by spending Who in their greatest cost like nothing but commending And if they make reply then giue them all the lie Tell zeale it wants deuotion tell loue it is but lust Tell time it meets but motion tell flesh it is but dust And wish them not reply for thou must giue the lie Tell age it daily wasteth tell honour how it alters Tell beauty how she blasteth tell fauour how it falters And as they shall reply giue euery one the lye Tell wit how much it wrangles in tickle points of nicenesse Tell wisedome she entangles her selfe in ouer wisenesse And when they do reply straight giue them both the lie Tell Phisicke of her boldnesse tell skill it is preuention Tell Charity of coldnesse tell law it is contention And as they doe reply so giue them still the lye Tell fortune of her blindnesse tell nature of decay Tell friendship of vnkindnesse tell Iustice of delay And if they will reply then giue them all the lie Tell Arts they haue no soundnesse but vary by esteeming Tell schooles they want profoundnesse and stand so much on seeming If Arts and Schooles reply giue arts and schooles the lye Tell Faith it s fled the Citie Tell how the countrey erreth Tell manhood shakes of pittie tell vertue least preferred And if they doe reply spare not to giue the lye So when thou hast as I commanded thee done blabbing Because to giue the lye deserues no lesse then stabbing Stab at thee he that will no stab thy soule can kill Cuddies Embleme Questo per amar l'aquista II. CANZONET The Christian Stoicke THe vertuous man is free though bound in chaines though poore contēt though 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 III. CANZONET Vpon seeing his face in her eye FAirest and kindest of all women-kind Since you did me the vndeserued grace In your faire Eye to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kind Looke in mine eye and I will shew to you The fairest face that heauens eye doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme eye Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface But could O could you once my heart espy Your forme at large you there engrau'd should see Which not by Time nor Death can razed be IIII. CANZONET A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart. Shun not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Fly not deere Hart to finde me all of snow Hart. Thy snow inflame these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desires sweet flames to know Ha. Thy snown'il hurt me Br. Nor thy fire wil harme me Ha. This cold wil coole me Br. And this heat wil warme me Hart. Take this chast fire to that pure virgin snow Breast Being now thus warm'd I le ne're seeke other fires Hatt Tou giu'st more blisse thē mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take then Angels can desire Both together Let one ioy fill vs as one griefe did harme vs Let one death kill vs as one loue doth warme vs. V. CANZONET Or Quatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you proudly quite me with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you VI. CANZONET An inscription for the Statue of Dido O most vnhappy Dido Vnhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widdow Vnhappy in thy Mate And in thy Louer more vnfortunate By treason th' one was rest thee By treason to'other left thee That left thee means to flye with This left thee meanes to dye with The former being dead From Brothers sword thou flyest The latter being fled On Louers sword thou diest Piu meritare che conseguire F. D. VII CANZONET Loues Hyperboles IF Loue had lost his shafts and Ioue downe threw His thunder bolts or spent his forked fire They only might recouer'd be anew From out my heart crosse-wounded with desire Or if debate by Mars were lost a space It might be found within the selfesame place If Neptunes waues were all dryed vp and gone My weeping eyes so many teares distill That greater seas might grow by them alone Or if no flame were yet remaining still In Vulcans forge he might from out my brest Make choyse of such as should befit him best If Aeole were depriued of his charge Yet soone could I restore his winds againe By sobbing sighs which forth I blow at large To moue her mind that pleasures in my paine What man but I could thus incline his will To liue in loue that hath no end of ill VIII CANZONET An inuectiue against Loue. LOue is a sowre delight a sugred
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 XLVI CANZONET Vpon his Ladies sickenesse of the Poxâ— CRuell and vnpartiall sickensse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weakenesse 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 spoiles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in Inkes black teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close lock them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare them Till I from my selfe depart XLVII CANZONET In the grace of wit of tongue and face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent theÌ„ drew now hit mine eye mine eare my hart Mine eye mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face her tong hir wit with beams with souÌ„d with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil my heart Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth feast doth fill O face o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart wring not vex not wouÌ„d not mine eie mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shal sweare Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare XLVIII CANZONET An inuectiue against women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see too Are women sweet Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweete to them that in lye loue them Chast and discreete to all saue those that proue them Are women wise Not wise but they be witty Are women witty Yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be ye ne're so wise they will beguile ye Are women fooles Not fooles but fondlings many Can women fond be faithfull vnto any When snow-white swans do run to colour sable Then women fond will be both firme and stable Are women Saints No Saints nor yet no diuels Are women good not good but needfull euils So Angel-like that diuels I do not doubt them So needfull ils that few can liue without them Are women proud I passing proud and praise them Are women kind I wondrous kind and please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind hearted any may procure them Ignote XLIX CANZONET This song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at a shew on horsebacke wherewith the right Honourable the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnesse on May day last Of loue gift VVHo giues a gift to bind a friend thereby Doth set or put his gift to vsury And he that giues a gift that is not free Giues where he list 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 L. CANZONET 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 prethee say It is a worke on holy day It is December match'd with May When lusty bloods in fresh array Heare ten months after of their play And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I prethee faine It is a sun-shine mixt with raine It is a gentle pleasing paine A flower that dyes and springs againe It is in faith that would full faine And this is loue and not a staine Yet what is loue I prethee say It is a pretty shaddow way As well found out by night as day It is a thing will soone decay Then take the vantage while you may And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I prethee show A thing that creepes and cannot goe A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for one a thing for moe And he that proues shall find it so And this is some sweet friend I trow In vaine I liue such sorrow liues in me In vaine liues sorrow since by her I liue Life workes in vaine where death will Master be Death striues in vaine where life doth vertue giue Thus each of vs would worke anothers woe And hurts himselfe in vaine and helpes his foe LI. CANZONET 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 mo tall thing can beare so high a price But that with mortall thing it may be bought The corne of Sicill buyes 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 farre doth faile As lowest earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but it 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 requite 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 Accep it for thy prisoner as it is The end of the second Booke THE THIRD BOOKE OF Pastorals and Eliges Two Pastorals made by Sir Phillip Sidney Vpon his meeting with his two worthy Friends and fellow Poets Sir Edward Dier and M. Fulke Greuill I. PASTORALL IOyne mates in mirth to me Grant pleasure to our meeting Let Pan our good God see How gratefull is our greeting Ioyne hearts and hands so let it be Make but one mind in bodies three Ye Hymnes and singing skill Of God Apolloes giuing Be prest our reeds to fill With sound of musicke liuing Ioyne hearts and hands c. Sweete Orpheus Harpe whose â—â—â—nd The stedfast mountaines moued Let here thy skill abound To
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 feedes 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 dolefull verse endite Blow thou thy pipe while I the same recite Thenot. Gin when thou list all be my skill but small My forward mind shall make amends for all Perin Ye Nimphs that bath your bodies in this spring Your tender bodies white as driuen snow Ye virgins chast which in this groue doe sing Which neither griefe of Loue nor death do know So may your streames run cleere for aye So may your trees giue shade alway Dâ—part a space And giue me place To waile with griefe my restlesse woe alone For feare my cryes Constraine your eyes To shed forth teares and help lament my mone And thou my Muse that whilome wont to ease Thy Mâ—sters mind with lâ—ies of sweete 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 VVe loose our way For in this world n'is such a Sunne beside Ye shepheards boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheep feed safely round about Breake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld Sing now no more the songs of Colin Clout Lament the end of all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy VVilley is dead That wont to lead Our flockes and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could he sing VVell dance and spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nymphs from out their bowers How haue they laine the tender grasse along And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan Striuing with VVilly nothing wan Me thinkes I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden lockes his Lawrell Crowne And so to raise Our Willies praise Bedeckt his head and softly set him downe The learned Muses flocke to heare his skill And quite forgot their water wood and mount They thought his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies pipe they made account He song they seem'd in ioy to flow He ceast they seem'd to weepe for woe The rurall rout All round about Like Bees came swarming thicke to heare him sing Ne could they thinke On meate or drinke VVhile VVillies musicke in their eares did ring But now alas such pleasant mirth is past Apollo weepes the Muses rend their haire Mo ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathles corps lies on the beare That selfesame hand that rest his life Hath turn'd shepheards peace to strife Our ioy is fled Our life is dead Our hope our helpe our glory all is gone Our Poets praise Our happy dayes And nothing left but griefe to thinke thereon What Thames what Seuerne or what westerne Seas Shall giue me flouds of trickling teares to shed What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease O that mine eyes were fountaines in my head Ah Collin I lament thy case For thee remaines no hope of grace The best reliefe Of Poets griefe Is dead and wrapt full cold in filthy clay And nought remaines To ease our paines But hope of death to rid vs hence away Phillis thine is the griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with a true-loues knot addrest And all that eâ—st thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe wherof shal aye remaine The sun so bright That falls to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas our Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares about the bankes The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The Beasts vnfed goe mourning all in rankes The sunne denies the earth his light The spring is kil'd with winters might The flowers spill The Birds are still No voyce of ioy is heard in any place The Medowes greene A chang haue seene And florn hides her pale disfigured face Watch now ye shepheards Boyes with waking eye And loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing Vnhappy skill what good is got thereby But painted praise that can no profit bring If skill could moue the sisters three Our willie still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazed stood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both pipe and Skill The sisters spill So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flattring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rauening Wolues do ict in Weathers skin We deem'd our Willy aye should liue So sweete a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweete to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come ye Shepheards daughters come no more To heare the songs that Cuddy wont to sing Hoarse is my Muse my throat with crying sore These woods with eccho of my griefe doâ—ing Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reedes be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my Deâ—re All Pipe and song I vtterly forsweare Thenot. Alack and weladay may shepheards cry Our Willy dead our Collin kild with care Who shall not loath to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Aye how his ruefull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest our smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sorry looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that streem'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest To teares thou wouldst haue melted with the rest But hie we homeward night approacheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skyes appeare A. W. IX PASTORALL Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heard man sit by me And rune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnder neath this Willow tree To shield the hot Sun shine where I haue made my suÌ„mer bower For proose of Summer beame And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames Where gentle Daphne once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble heart behind That should her garland dight And she
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 borne to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for aire And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Till I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more then triumphs of deniall To see a tryall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes yeeld and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswel thy shames passions that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womans brest Is but a guest VI. ELEGIE Loues Embasie in an Iambicke Elegie VNhappy verse the witnesse of vnhappy state Make thy self fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And flye forth vnto my loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on her heauenly Virginals If in bed tell her that mine eyes can take no rest If at boord tell her that my mouth can taste no food If at her Virginals tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffereth no sleepe Say that raging Loue doth appall the weake stomacke Say that lamenting loue marreth the Musicall Tell her that her pleasures were wont to lull me asleepe Tell her that her beauty was wont to feed mine eyes Tell 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 food 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 The end of the third Booke THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF Madrigals and Odes I. MADRIGALL THough you be not content That I poore worme should loue you As Cupids power and your sweete beauty cause me Yet deere let pitty moue you To giue me your consent To loue my life as law of nature drawes me And if my life I loue then must I too Loue your sweete selfe for my life liues in you II. MADRIGALL Borrowed out of a Greeke Epigram HEe 's rich enough whose eyes behold thee Who heares thee sing a Monarch is A Demy-God who doth thee kisse And loue himselfe whose armes infold thee III. MADRIGALL Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead O Faire yet murdring eyes Starres of my miseries Who while night clouds your beames How much you wish my death shew in your dreames Is' t not enough that waking you do spill me But you asleepe must kill me O kill me still while you your sleepe are taking So you lend me kind lookes when you are waking The sound of thy sweet name my dearest treasure Delights me more then sight of other faces A glimpse of thy sweete face breedes me more pleasure Then any others kindest words and graces One gracious word that from thy lips proceedeth I value more then others Doue-like kisses And thy chast kisse in my conceit exceedeth Others embraces and loues chiefest blisses IIII. MADRIGALL Vpon his departure SVre Deere I loue you not for he that loueth When he from her doth part That 's Mistresse of his heart A deadly paine a hellish torment prooueth But when sad Fates did seuer Me farre from seeing you I would see euer I felt in my absenting No paine nor no tormenting For sence of paine how could he find That left his heart and soule behind V. MADRIGALL 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 heart If mercifull then why Am I to paine reseru'd Who haue thee truely seru'd While she that by thy power sets not a flye Laughs thee to scorne and liues at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted be Heale me like her or else wound her like me VI. MADRIGALL Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse 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 VII MADRIGALL 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 VIII MADRIGALL 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 feed on them my fill If by a surfeit death I get Vpon my tombe let this be set By cherries twaine his life he cherisht By cherries twaine at length he perisht IX MADRIGALL Allusion to the confusion of Babell THE wretched life I liue In my weake sences such confusion maketh That like the accursed rabble That built the Towre of Bable My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadly hates me My chiefest good her that 's my chiefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole hope that with despaire amates me My Balme I call her that with poyson fils me And her I terme my life that dailie kils me X. MADRIGALL To her hand vpon her giuing him her gloue O Hand of all hands liuing The softest moystest whitest More skil'd then Phoebus on a Lute in running More then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily In stealing hearts most slily Since thou deere hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay me thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou steal'st my Hart. XI MADRIGALL Cupid proued a Fencer AH Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fencer tooke thee But as a Fencer oft faines blowes and thrusts Where he intends no harme Then turnes his balefull arme And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts So thou with fencing art Fayning to wound mine eyes hast hit my hart XII MADRIGALL He compares himselfe to a Candle flye LIke to the seely flye To the deere light I flye Of your disdainefull eyes But in a diuerse wise She with the flame doth play By night alone and
light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Goe change thy bow and get a stronger Goe breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait'st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catenas XXV ODE The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must dye Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she cry Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of Loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne In stead of learned verse his tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire XXVI ODE Three Odes translated out af Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for runes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worrhies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell XXVII ODE A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horses hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lyons teeth his strength disclose The fish by swimming scapes the wheele The bird by flight the Fowlers net With wisedome man is arm'd as steele From women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword a trusty shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beauty yeeld XXVIII ODE OF late what time the Beare turn'd round At midnight in her woâ—â—ed way And men of all sorts slept full sound Orecome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whose theâ—e quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth qâ—â—th he Dâ—ng wet with â—ainâ—â—s moonlesse night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the doore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged Boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my Bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet wil◠〈◊〉 â—oue too slack for me He said and 〈◊〉 bow and shot And weighty 〈…〉 heart The wound was â—ore and â—â—ging hot The heate like fieâ—y 〈◊〉 my â—â—art Mine Hhoast quoth he my sâ—â—ng is well And laught so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine XXIX ODE Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue to each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull a horne the Horse a hoofe The light-hoofe hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flye where they list The fish swimmes safe in water deep The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it be The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue When each desired it to haue XXX ODE Anacreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To dry his plumes I heard the Boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire Fâ—ying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his back Doubting the Boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wrack But what I fear'd did me poore wretch betide And forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quick and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procur'd a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drye But left the Arrow sticking in my brest Therefore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest XXXI ODE That time and absence proues Rather helps then hurts to loues ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against my strength Distance and length Do what you can for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and time doth settle Who loues a Mistresse of such quality He soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time place and all mortality To hearts that cannot vary Absence is present time doth tarry My sences want their outward motions Which now within Reason doth win Redoubled in her secret notions Like rich men that take pleasure In hiding more then handling Treasure By absence this good meanes I gaine That I can catch her Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine There I imbrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her XXXII ODE Of Cinthia 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 only knew But now all men find it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and seas she rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe old and perish Only 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 old do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and duty The end of the fourth Booke THE FIFT BOOKE OF Epigrams and Epitaphs Of Epigrams Epigrams translated out of Martiall Ad Aelian 76. l. 1. Si memini fuerant tibi quatuor Aelia dentes Expuit vnta duos tussis vna duos Iam secura potes totis tussire diebus Nil
of good nor feare of worse can affright vs And can I then complaine when no complaint can auaile me How can I seeme to be discontent or what can I weepe for He liues eternall with endlesse glory bedecked Yea still on earth he liues and still shall liue by the Muses Another Epigram vpon the same What strange aduenture what now vnlook't for arriuall Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Boeotia mountaines To chuse our countrey to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarce can I that suppose scarce thinke I those to be Muses No sound of melodie no voyce but dreary lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene fits hid for shame in a corner Here ye the carefull sighes fetcht froÌ„ the depth of her entrails There weepes Calliope there sometimes lustie Thalâ—ia Aye me alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Here lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carkasse but fame shall liue to the worlds end Other Epigrams vpon the same Whom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loitred bloody Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three sisters do more then nine in a combate Was force of no force Was faire entreaty refused Where is the musicke that sometimes moued Alecto That gain'd Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the two you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret And giue fit plaisters for woundes that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that cannot Sidney recouer And couldest thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For King Admetus gainst course of natural order As for Mars wel I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild al kindnesse no ruth of them can be lookt for And daintie Pallas disdaind forsooth to be present Enuy perhaps nay griefe as I gesse was cause of her absence Onely we poore wretches whom Gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrrwful outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmarke Persia Turkie India where Phoebus mounts vp from sea to the Skie-ward India where Phoebus fals downe from skie to the sea-warn'de Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All Coasts where rising or falling Phoebus apeareth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling Princely Lyons roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares and grunting wilde Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand astonisht forgetting naturall of spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter apointed As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe strings tuned in order Drew from their places wild beasts and trees by the musicke Swift flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a wonder As if chilcoldnesse frorne had them downe to the bottome But for I wote to wel my slender skill to be nothing Here wil I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger Lost hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori The end of the Epigrams To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Fryar Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of S. Clou neere Paris adioyning to the house where he was slaine Adsta viator dole Regum vicem Cor Regis isto conditum est sub marmore Qui iura Gallis iura Sarmatis dedit Tectus Cucullo hunc sustulit Sicarius Abi Viator dole Regum vicem This Paraphrastically Englished VVHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and waile the hap of Kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That rul'd the fickle French and Polackes bold Whom with a mighty warlike host attended With traiterous knife a couled monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last King of France THat we should more bewaile the hap of Kings Great Henry Bourbons death occasion brings To Henry Valois next crown'd King of France Next both in blood in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth warres did his manhood spend His old age peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did win His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies here Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yere Our coynes refinde in Ireland tamde Belgia protected Friended France foiled Spaine and Pope reiected Princes found her powerfull the world vertuous Her Subiects wise and iust and God religious God hath her soule the world her admiration Subiects her good deeds Princes her imitation Cha. Best THE SIXTH BOOKE OF Epistles 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 meete Nor all defacing time haue power to race The goodly building of that heauenly face Another 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 thankes or grudging or to praise or blame And whereto 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 mind That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reade Lest they some pittie in your heart may breede 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