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A11254	The phoenix nest Built vp with the most rare and refined workes of noble men, woorthy knights, gallant gentlemen, masters of arts, and braue schollers. Full of varietie, excellent inuention, and singular delight. Neuer before this time published. Set foorth by R.S. of the Inner Temple Gentleman.	R. S., of the Inner Temple.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.	1593 (1593)	STC 21516; ESTC S101929	50,100	122

shall serue which from my hart arise A gowne of graie my bodie shall attire My staffe of broken hope whereon Ile staie Of late repentance linckt with long desire The couch is fram'de whereon my limbes Ile lay And at my gate dispaire shall linger still To let in death when Loue and Fortune will LIke truthles dreames so are my ioyes expired And past returne are all my dandled daies My loue misled and fancie quite retired Of all which past the sorow onely staies My lost delights now cleane from sight of land Haue left me all alone in vnknowne waies My minde to woe my life in fortunes hand Of all which past the sorow onely staies As in a countrey strange without companion I onely waile the wrong of deaths delaies Whose sweete spring spent whose sommer wel nie don Of all which past the sorow onely staies Whom care forewarnes ere age and winter colde To haste me hence to finde my fortunes folde A Secret murder hath bene done of late Vnkindnes founde to be the bloudie knife And shee that did the deede a dame of state Faire gracious wise as any beareth life To quite hir selfe this answere did she make Mistrust quoth she hath brought him to his end Which makes the man so much himselfe mistake To lay the guilt vnto his guiltles frend Ladie not so not feard I found my death For no desart thus murdered is my minde And yet before I yeeld my fainting breath I quite the killer tho I blame the kinde You kill vnkinde I die and yet am true For at your sight my wound doth bleede anew SOught by the world and hath the world disdain'd Is she my hart for whom thou doost endure Vnto whose grace sith Kings haue not obtaind Sweete is thy choise though losse of life be sowre Yet to the man whose youth such pains must proue No better end than that which comes by Loue. Steere then thy course vnto the port of death Sith thy hard hap no better hap may finde Where when thou shalt vnlade thy latest breath Enuie hir selfe shall swim to saue thy minde Whose bodie sunke in search to gaine that shore Where many a Prince had perished before And yet my hart it might haue been foreseene Sith skilfull medcins mends each kinde of griefe Then in my breast full safely hadst thou beene But thou my hart wouldst neuer me beleeue Who tolde thee true when first thou didst aspire Death was the end of euery such desire HIr face Hir tong Hir wit So faire So sweete So sharpe First bent Then drew Then hit Mine eie Mine eare My hart Mine eie Mine eare My hart To like To learne To loue Hir face Hir tong Hir wit Doth lead doth teach Doth moue Oh face Oh tong Oh wit With frownes With checke With smart Wrong not Vexe not Wound not Mine eie Mine eare My hart Mine eie Mine eare My hart To learne To knowe To feare Hir facc Hir tong Hir wit Doth lead Doth teach Doth sweare CAlling to minde mine eie long went about T'entice my hart to seeke to leaue my brest All in a rage I thought to pull it out By whose deuice I liu'd in such vnrest What could it say to purchase so my grace Forsooth that it had seene my Mistres face Another time I likewise call to minde My hart was he that all my woe had wrought For he my brest the fort of Loue resignde When of such warrs my fancie neuer thought What could it say when I would him haue slaine But he was yours and had forgone me cleane At length when I perceiu'd both eie and hart Excusde themselues as guiltles of mine ill I found my selfe was cause of all my smart And tolde my selfe my selfe now slay I will But when I found my selfe to you was true I lou'd my selfe bicause my selfe lou'd you WHat else is hell but losse of blisfull heauen What darknes else but lacke of lightsome day What else is death but things of life bereauen What winter else but pleasant springs decay Vnrest what else but fancies hot desire Fed with delay and followed with dispaire What else mishap but longing to aspire To striue against earth water fire and aire Heauen were my state and happie Sunneshine day And life most blest to ioy one howres desire Hap blisse and rest and sweete springtime of May Were to behold my faire consuming fire But loe I feele by absence from your sight Mishap vnrest death winter hell darke night WOuld I were chaung'd into that golden showre That so diuinely streamed from the skies To fall in drops vpon the daintie floore Where in hir bed she solitarie lies Then would I hope such showres as richly shine Would pearce more deepe than these wast teares of mine Or would I were that plumed Swan snowe white Vnder whose forme was hidden heauenly power Then in that riuer would I most delite Whose waues doe beate against hir stately bower And in those banks so tune my dying song That hir deafe ears would think my plaint too long Else would I were Narcissus that sweete boy And she hir selfe the sacred fountaine cleere Who rauisht with the pride of his owne ioy Drenched his lims with gazing ouer neere So should I bring my soule to happie rest To end my life in that I loued best WHo plucks thee down frō hie desire poor hart Who comforts thee in depth of thy distresse Amid contents who breeds thy secret smart Who seekes the meane thy sorrowes may be lesse Who calls thy wits togither to their worke Who warnes thy will to follow warie wit Who lets thee see in loue what sorrowes lurke Who makes thee feele the force of fancies fit Who taught thee first to trie before thou trust Who bids thee keepe a faithfull tried freend Who wils thee say loue wantons he that lust Who winnes the wish that hath a happie end Care then to keepe that faithfull friend in store Whose loue commands that thou shalt care no more THose eies that holds the hand of euery hart Those hands that holds the hart of euery eie That wit that goes beyond all natures Art That sence too deepe for wisdome to discrie That eie that hand that wit that heauenly sence All these doth show my Mistres Excellence Oh eies that perce into the purest hart Oh hands that hold the highest harts in thrall Oh wit that weyes the deapth of all desart Oh sence that showes the secret sweete of all The heauen of heuens with heuenly powrs preserue thee Loue but thy selfe and giue me leaue to serue thee To serue to liue to looke vpon those eies To looke to liue to kisse that heauenlie hand To sound that wit that doth amaze the wise To know that sence no sence can vnderstand To vnderstande that all the world may know Such wit such sence eies hands there are no moe WHo list to heare the sum of sorrowes state The depth of dole

honor wrong or scathe Of whom both life and happines he hathe It is a proofe said she of foolishnes To set that vpon chaunce which may be sure Exempt from Loue I liue in happines In which condition I will yet indure Griefes come apace we neede not them procure In the estate I liue I am content And minde not Loue in dread of discontent I know quoth I you can from Loue refraine Bicause he holds his state within your eies But I the vassall of his hard disdaine Am so deiected as I cannot rise Albeit my sute and seruice you dispise Yet giue me leaue to honor and admire Your beautie which afflicteth my desire Ther's little reason said she then to like The thing which you affirme to vexe ye so If your desire such discontentment strike Such war such anguish agonies and woe Let that fantastike I aduise ye goe The man is much desirous of vnrest That home intreates a knowne disquiet guest Excepting Loue demaund you at my hand What euer is in my abilitie And may with vertue and mine honor stand Ladie said I Loue is the Maladie And vnto Loue Loue's th'onely remedie But sith you doe herein my sute detest Then grant me this the last I shall request When haples Loue hath brought me to the graue If so at any time you passe that way Where my consuming bones their buriall haue Vouchsafe yee then for pitties sake to say As I remember heere my seruant lay Long time a Louer in affection true Whom my disdaine and rigor ouerthrew Altho yee die quoth she I will not loue And for you will not loue said I I die Then presently my spirits faild to moue Retiring backe themselues successiuelie But when she did the signe of death espie She puld she halde seruant said she abide Let not thy mistres be thy homicide If thy affections doe from Loue proceede How canst thou die and I thy liues life neere If thou doost loue and honor me indeede Why with this act dost thou defame me heere If thou esteemst my Loue and honor deere O liue and see my rigour ouerthrowne And come and take possession of thine owne And then vnable weeping to withholde She sundrie meanes assaies to make me liue My brests she strikes she rubs my temples colde And with such vehemence of labours striue As life vnto a Marble stone might giue My hand at last she amorously doth straine And with a kisse drew vp my life againe This new sprong ioy conceiued in my hart Of Loues assurance vnder hand and seale Dilated thence abroad to euery part Telling how graciouslie my loue did deale My soule and spirit swelling with this zeale So rowsed sleepe that he his holde forsooke And I through surfeit of the ioy awooke Awaked thus I presently perceiu'd The vanitie and falshood of these ioyes Finding that fond illusions had deceiu'd My ouerwatched braine with idle toyes Then I that freshly felt my first annoyes Their woonted rage within my thoughts to keepe Gan thus expostulate the cause with sleepe Thou ease of harts with burth'nous woes opprest Thou pitier of the cares of busie daie Thou friend to louers in their deepe vnrest Turning their anguishes another waie Why may not I continue with thee aie Sith that my destinie is so extreame As not to haue my good but in a dreame Why art thou not O dreame the same you seeme Seeing thy visions our contentment brings Or doe we of their woorthines misdeeme To call them shadowes that are reall things And falslie attribute their due to wakings O doe but then perpetuate thy sleight And I will sweare thou workst not by deceit And now the Morning entring at the glasse Made of these thoughts some intermission Thus haue I tolde what things in dreame did passe Vpon the former daies occasion And whence they come in mine opinion But whether they tell truth or nothing lesse I shall resolue vpon my dreames successe Excellent Ditties of diuers kindes and rare inuention written by sundry Gentlemen WEepe you my lines for sorrow whilst I write For you alone may manifest my griefe Your numbers must my endles woes recite Such woes as wound my soule without reliefe Such bitter woes as who so would disclose them Must cease to talke for hart can scarse suppose them My restles braines deuour'd by many thoughts Disclaiming ioies doth make a heauen of hell An Idoll of mislikes a God of noughts Contrarious passions on my braine doth dwell They would haue ease yet seeke for ceaslesse strife And make their cause of death their meanes of life Mine eies are dim'd by two diuine delights And through their sight my hart hath caught a wound Their lids were shut amids the lingring nights Their yeelding fountaines watring of the ground Doe ceasles run and shroud their shining ioy And drowne Content in riuers of annoy I faine to smile when as I faint for feare I dreame on ioy when as I doubt of woe I burne in fire yet still approch it neare I like of mirth yet will no solace knowe I see content yet neuer cease to sigh I liue secure yet danger passeth nigh I catch at hope yet ouertake it neuer I feede on thought yet thought doth force my end I craue repose yet finde disquiet euer I scorne aduice yet counsell is my frend I will be free yet feede on thraldome still I honor wit yet feede on foolish will Mine eies complaine the follies of my hart My hart laments the errors of mine eie My thoughts would burie endles things in art Mine eie my hart my thoughts wend all awrie Yet of my harmes ye heauens the worst is this I cannot censure what my sorrow is My life is death for no delights are in it My musike mone and yet I neuer leaue it My succour hope yet can I neuer win it My gaines report yet will I not perceiue it My foode suspect and yet I cannot slie it My foe neglect and yet I meane to trie it By day I freeze I frie I wish I wait By night I loath my rest and wish for day Both day and night my hart with doubts I bait Weying delight from cause of my decaie The Vultures that consume my tender brest Is sweete desire the cause of my vnrest Now what I am my sorie cheekes disclose Once what I was my smiling eies bewraid Now what I want coniecture by my woes Once what I scornd hath now my hart betraid Wo's me my want of helpe doth well approue The paines I feele is euen the pangs of Loue. Well be it paine Loues torments let it be Let endles thoughts consume my restles braines Let teares so choake mine eies I may not see Let toong be mute for to disclose my paines Let ioyes let hope let all contents surcease These bitter plagues my fancies shall increase No paine no fortune shall my Loue confound My spotles faith my simple truth shall proue That I my liking on no errors ground Thus will

death Loe thus I liue but looking still to die And still I looke but still I see in vaine And still in vaine alas I lie and crie And still I crie but haue no ease of paine So still in paine I liue looke lie and crie When hope would helpe or death would let me die Sometime I sleepe a slumber not a sleepe And then I dreame God knowes of no delight But of such woes as makes me lie and weepe Vntill I wake in such a pitious plight As who beheld me sleeping or awaking Would say my hart were in a heauie taking Looke as the dew doth lie vpon the ground So sits the sweate of sorow on my face Oh deadly dart that strooke so deepe a wound Oh hatefull hap to hit in such a place The hart is hurt and bleedes the bodie ouer Yet cannot die nor euer health recouer Then he or she that hath a happie hand To helpe a hart that hath no hope to liue Come come with speede and do not staying stand But if no one can any comfort giue Run to the Church and bid the Sexton toule A solemne knell yet for a filie soule Harke how it sounds that sorrow lasteth long Long long long long long long and longer yet Oh cruell death thou doost me double wrong To let me lie so long in such a fit Yet when I die write neighbors where I lie Long was I dead ere death would let me die THese lines I send by waues of woe And bale becomes my boate Which sighes of sorowes still shall keepe On floods of feare afloate My sighes shall serue me still for winde My lading is my smart And true report my pilot is My hauen is thy hart My keele is fram'd of crabbed care My ribs are all of ruthe My planks are nothing else but plants With treenailes ioinde with truthe My maine mast made of nought but mone My tackling trickling teares And Topyard like a troubled minde A flagge of follie beares My Cable is a constant hart My Anckor luckles Loue Which Reasons Capstones from the ground Of griefe can not remoue My Decks are all of deepe disgrace My Compas discontent And perill is my Northern Pole And death my Orient My Saylers are my sorowing thoughts The Boateswane bitter sence The Master miserie his mate Is dolefull diligence Sir W. H. FEede still thy selfe thou fondling with beliefe Go hunt thy hope that neuer tooke effect Accuse the wrongs that oft hath wrought thy griefe And reckon sure where reason would suspect Dwell in the dreames of wish and vaine desire Pursue the faith that flies and seekes to new Run after hopes that mocke thee with retire And looke for loue where liking neuer grew Deuise conceits to ease thy carefull hart Trust vpon times and daies of grace behinde Presume the rights of promise and desart And measure loue by thy beleeuing minde Force thy affects that spite doth daily chace Winke at the wrongs with wilfull ouersight See not the soyle and staine of thy disgrace Nor recke disdaine to doate on thy delite And when thou seest the end of thy reward And these effects ensue of thine assault When rashnes rues that reason should regard Yet still accuse thy fortune for the fault And crie O Loue O death O vaine desire When thou complainst the heate feeds the fire MY first borne loue vnhappily conceiued Brought foorth in paine christened with a curse Die in your Infancie of life bereaued By your cruell nurse Restlesse desire from my Loue that proceeded Leaue to be and seeke your heauen by dieng Since you O you your owne hope haue exceeded By too hie flieng And you my words my harts faithfull expounders No more offer your Iewell vnesteemed Since those eies my Loues life and liues confounders Your woorth misdeemed Loue leaue to desire words leaue it to vtter Swell on my thoughts till you breake that contains you My complaints in those deafe eares no more mutter That so disdaines you And you careles of me that without feeling With drie eies behold my Tragedie smiling Decke your proude triumphes with your poore slaues yeelding To his owne spoyling But if that wrong or holy truth dispised To iust reuenge the heauens euer moued So let hir loue and so be still denied Who she so loued THe brainsicke race that wanton youth ensues Without regard to grounded wisdomes lore As often as I thinke thereon renues The fresh remembrance of an ancient sore Reuoking to my pensiue thoughts at last The worlds of wickednes that I haue past And though experience bids me bite on bit And champe the bridle of a better smacke Yet costly is the price of after wit Which brings so cold repentance at hir backe And skill that's with so many losses bought Men say is little better worth than nought And yet this fruit I must confesse doth growe Of follies scourge that though I now complaine Of error past yet henceforth I may knowe To shun the whip that threats the like againe For wise men though they smart a while had leuer To learne experience at the last than neuer THose eies which set my fancie on a fire Those crisped haires which hold my hart in chains Those daintie hands which conquer'd my desire That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the rains Those eies for cleernes doe the starrs surpas Those haires obscure the brightnes of the Sunne Those hands more white than euer Iuorie was That wit euen to the skies hath glorie woon O eies that pearce our harts without remorse O haires of right that weares a roiall crowne O hands that conquer more than Caesars force O wit that turns huge kingdoms vpside downe Then Loue be Iudge what hart may thee withstand Such eies such haire such wit and such a hand PRaisd be Dianas faire and harmles light Praisd be the dewes wherwith she moists the ground Praisd be hir beames the glorie of the night Praisd be hir powre by which all powres abound Praisd be hir Nimphs with whom she decks the woods Praisd be hir knights in whom true honor liues Praisd be that force by which she moues the floods Let that Diana shine which all these giues In heauen Queene she is among the spheares In ay she Mistres like makes all things pure Eternitie in hir oft chaunge she beares She beautie is by hir the faire endure Time weares hir not she doth his chariot guide Mortalitie belowe hir orbe is plaste By hir the vertue of the starrs downe slide In hir is vertues perfect image cast A knowledge pure it is hir worth to kno With Circes let them dwell that thinke not so LIke to a Hermite poore in place obscure I meane to spend my daies of endles doubt To waile such woes as time cannot recure Where none but Loue shall euer finde me out My foode shall be of care and sorow made My drink nought else but teares falne from mine eies And for my light in such obscured shade The flames

of my desire My cause of loue and shipwracke of my ioyes Phillis is gone that set my hart on fire That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes Phillis is fled and bides I wot not where Phillis alas the praise of woman kinde Phillis the Sun of this our hemisphere Whose beames made me and many others blinde But blinded me poore man aboue the rest That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall Still feele the worst and neuer hope the best My mirth in mone my honie drownd in gall Hir faire but cruell eies bewitcht my sight Hir sweete but fading speech enthrald my thought And in hir deeds I reaped such delight As brought both will and libertie to nought Therefore all hope of happines adue Adue desire the source of all my care Dispaire me tels my weale will nere renue Till this my soule doth passe in Charons Crare Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes skorne My thoughts stil wound like wounds that stil are green My weakned lyms be laide on beds of thorne My life decaies although my death foreseene Mine eies now eies no more but seas of teares Weepe on your fill to coole my burning brest Where Loue did place desire twixt hope and feares I saie desire the author of vnrest And would to gods Phillis where ere thou be Thy soule did see the sowre of mine estate My ioyes eclipst for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate My humble vowes my sufferance of woe My sobs and sighes my euerwatching eies My plaintife teares my wandring to and froe My will to die my neuer ceasing cries No doubt but then thy sorrows would perswade The doome of death to cut my vitall twist That I with thee amidst th'infernall shade And thou with me might sport vs as we list O if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine And hearest Orpheus neere th'Elisian springs Entreat thy Queene to free thee thence againe And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings T. W. Gent. AWay dispaire the death of hopeles harts For hope and truth assure me long agoe That pleasure is the end of lingring smarts When time with iust content rewardeth woe Sweete vertues throne is built in labours towre Where Lawrell wreath's are twist for them alone Whose gals are burst with often taste of sowre Whose blis from bale is sprong whose mirth frō mone I therefore striue by toyles to raise my name And Iason like to gaine a golden fleece The end of eu'ry worke doth crowne the same As witnes well the happie harmes of Greece For if the Greekes had soone got Pryams seat The glory of their paines had not been great T. W. Gent. I Hope and feare that for my weale or woe That heau'nly lampe which yeelds both heat light To make a throne for gods on earth belowe Is cut in twaine and fixt in my delight Which two faire hemyspheres through light heat Planting desire driue reason from hir seate No no my too forgetfull toong blaspheames I should haue saide that where these hemispheres In harts through eies fixe hot and lightsome beames There reason works desire and hopes breed feares O onely obiect for an Eagles eie Whose light and heate make men to liue and die Twixt these a daintie paradise doth lie As sweete as in the Sunne the Phenix Bowre As white as snowe as smooth as Iuorie As faire as Psyches bosome in that howre When she disclosde the boxe of Beauties Queene All this and more is in Sibilla seene T. W. Gent. SIr painter are thy colours redie set My Mistresse can not be with thee to day Shee's gone into the field to gather May The timely Prymrose and the Violet Yet that thou maist not disapointed bee Come draw hir picture by my fantasee And well for thee to paint hir by thine eare For should thine eie vnto that office serue Thine Eie and Hand thy Art Hart would swerue Such maiestie hir countenance doth beare And where thou wert Apelles thought before For failing so thou shouldst be praisd no more Drawe first hir Front a perfect Iuorie white Hie spatious round and smooth on either side Hir temples brancht with vains blew opening wide As in the Map Danubius runs in sight Colour hir semicircled browes with iet The throne where Loue triumphantly doth set Regard hir Eie hir eie a woondrous part It woundeth deepe and cureth by and by It driues away and draweth curteously It breeds and calmes the tempest of the hart And what to lightning Ioue belongeth too The same hir lookes with more effect can doe Hir Cheeke resembleth euerie kinde of way The Lillie stainde with sweete Adonis blood As wounded he strai'd vp and downe the wood For whome faire Venus languisht many a day Or plainly more to answere your demaune Hir cheekes are Roses ouercast with lawne Hir louely Lip doth others all excell On whom it please ay me a kisse bestoe He neuer tasteth afterward of woe Such speciall vertue in the toutch doth dwell The colour tempred of the morning red Where with Aurora doth adorne hir head Hir ample Chest an heauenly plot of ground The space betweene a Paradise at least Parnassus like hir twifolde mounting breast Hir heauenly graces heapingly abound Loue spreads his conquering colours in this feeld Whereto the race of Gods and men doe yeeld The other parts which custom doth conceale Within a sarcenet vaile thou must conuay So due proportion well discerne I may What though the garment doe not all reueale The shadow of a naked thigh may fraight His head brim full hath any fine conceit Before hir Feete vpon a Marble stone Inflamed with the Sunbeames of hir eie Depaint my hart that burneth passionately And if thy pensill can set downe such mone Thy picture selfe will teeling semblance make Of ruthe and pitie for my torments sake How now Apelles are thy senses tane Hast drawne a picture or drawne out thy hart Wilt thou be held a Master of thine art And temper colours tending to thy bane Happie my hart that in hir Sunshine fries Aboue thy hap that in hir shadow dies I Pray thee Loue say whither is this posting Since with thy deitie first I was acquainted I neuer saw thee thus distracted coasting With countenance tainted Thy conquering arrowes broken in thy quiuer Thy brands that woont the inward marrow sunder Fireles and forceles all a peeces shiuer With mickle wonder That maketh next my staylesse thoughts to houer I cannot sound this vncouth cause of beeing The vaile is torne that did thy visage couer And thou art seeing A stranger one quoth Loue of good demerit Did sute and seruice to his Soueraine proffer In any case she would not seeme to heare it But scornd the offer And very now vpon this Maying morrow By breake of day he found me at my harbour I went with him to vnderstand his sorrow Vnto hir Arbour Where he Loue torments dolefully vnfolded With words that might a Tigers hart haue charmed His sighes and teares the mountaine yee had moulted And she not warmed Hir great disdaine against hir Louer proued Kindled my brand that to hir brest I seated The flame betweene hir paps them often moued Nor burnt nor heated My arrowes keene I afterward assaied Which from hir brest without effect rebounded And as a ball on Marble floore the plaied With force confounded The brand that burnt old Pryams Towne to asshes Now first his operation wants it than The darts that Emerald skies in peeces dasshes Skornd by a woman Thus while I saide she toward me arriued And with a tutch of triumph neuer doubted To teare the vaile that vse of sight bereaued So Loue was louted The vaile of erroe from mine eies bereaued I sawe heauens hope and earth hir treasurie Well maist thou erre said I I am deceiued Bent to pleasure thee Cease haples man my succors to importune Shee onely shee my stratagemes repelleth Vainly endeour I to tempt hir Fortune That so excelleth Content thee man that thou didst see and suffer And be content to suffer see and die And die content bicause thou once didst mooue hir She displeasd thereby And herewithall I left the man a dyeng For by his passions I perceiu'd none other I hie me thus asham'd with speedie flyeng To tell my Mother FINIS Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Mixtures Coulors Mettals Elements Cōplexiōs Chaos