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A19945	A poetical rapsodie containing: diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigals, epigrams, pastorals, eglogues, with other poems, both in rime and measured verse. For varietie and pleasure, the like neuer yet published.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1611 (1611)	STC 6375; ESTC S105119	99,741	216

But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To pleade for loue and cleere my selfe with all What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my minde afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard for which I thinke I die Thine angrie 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 heate be not allaide No stay of flight 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 numina votis A repentant Poeme 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 decav What though thou long haue straid away 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 despaire with angrie frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue bene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to flouds of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angrie Iudges ea●…es And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleede streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angrie Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall ●…hy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to flie Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sin is too too strong I strine to rise sin keeps me downe I fly from sin sin followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne VVeake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Frier Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of Saint 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 Th●…s Paraphastically Englished WHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and while the hap of kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That ru'ld the fickle French and ●…olackes bold Whom with a mightie worlike host attended With traiterous knife a coused monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. Addit per Cha. Best Arm. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last French King THat we should more bewaile the hap of kings Great Henry Bo●…bons death occasion brings To Henry Valois ne●…t crownd King of France Next both in bloud in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth wa●…s did his manhood spend His old a●…e peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did wi●… His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies heere Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yeare Our coines 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 Vnions Iewell Diuers rare gems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarites 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 gems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Durstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line VVhom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take VVhose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioine Scots Saxon Norman bloud in our Kings line For their child 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 VVho sprong from our VVilliam conquerors bed The third Matild their first king Dauid maried Earle VValdoffes daughter neece to great K VVilliam Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry An other Margret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margret spring VVho by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our king To haue married to his sonne would haue bene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death sayd nay VVhich 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 VVhen he his sonne maried to the heire of France Isbell by whom since all our kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of the haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent VVith 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 died 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 namde 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 mariage 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 fourth Edward king From both whom great'st Margret of all descended From whom and 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 Which 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 A Panegyricke to my soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since

boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheepe 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 ●…f all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy Sidney is dead That wont to lead Our flocks and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could we sing VVell dance spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nimphs 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 thinks I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden locks the Lawrell crowne And so to raise Our VVilies 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 thoght his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies Pipe they made account He song they seemd 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 No ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathlesse corps lies on the beare That selfe same hand that reft his life Hath turnd 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 daies 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 greatest griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with atrue-loues knot addrest And all that erst thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe shall aye remaine The Sun bright That falles to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas thy Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares aboue the banke The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The beasts vnfed go mourning all in ranks 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 change haue seene And Flora hides her pale disfigur'd 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 Willy still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazd flood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both Pipe and Skill The sisters spil So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flatt'ring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rau'ning Wolues do ie●… in Weathers skin We deemd our Willy aye should liue So sweet a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweet to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come now 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 do ring Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reeds be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my Deare All Pipe and song Ivtterly forsweare Thenot. A lacke and weladay may shepheards crie 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 rufull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest my smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sory looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that stream'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest But ●…ie we homeward night approcheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skies appeare A. W. II. EGLOGVE Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heardman sit by mee And tune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnderneath this willow tree To shield the hote Sun-shine Where I haue made my Summer bower For proofe of Summer beames And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames VVhere 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 behinde That should her garland dight And she sweet soule the more vnkind To set true loues so light But whereas others beare the Bell As in her fauour blest Her shepheard loueth her as well As those whom she loues best Heard-man ALas poore Pastor I finde Thy loue is lodg'd so high That on thy flocke thou hast no minde But feed'st a wanton eye If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire Be sure that farre aboue thy lot Thy liking doth aspire To loue so sweet a Nimph as shee And looke for loue againe Is Fortune fitting high degree Not for a shepheards swaine For she of Lordly lad's becoyd And sought of great estates Her fauour scornes to be enioyd By vs poore lowly Mates VVherefore I warne thee to be wise Go with me to my walke Where lowly lasses be not nice There like and chuse thy Make. Where are no pearles nor gold to view No pride of silken sight But peticoats of Scarlet hew Which vaile the skin snow-white There truest Lasses beene to get For loue and little cost There sweet desire is paide his det And labour seldome lost Shepheard NO Heardman no thou rau'st too lowd Our trade so vile to hold My weed as great a heart doth shrowd As his that 's clad in gold And take the truth that I thee tell This song faire Daphne sings That Cupid will be seru'd as well Of Shepheards as of Kings For proofe whereof old bookes record That Venus Queene of loue Would set aside her warlike Lord And youthfull Pastors proue How Paris was as well belou'd A simple shepheards Boy As after

causeth her lament Doth day and night her mournefull layes encrease And to the woods her sorrowes doth declare 5 Some ease it is hid sorrowes to declare But too small ease to such a grieued minde Which by repeating woes doth more consume To end which woes I finde at all no way A simple salue to cure so great a paine But to deaths deafened eares to bend my cries Come then ye ghastly owles helpe me lament And as my cryes so let your shrikes encrease 6 For as your shrikes the tunes of death encrease When sunne is set and shadowes doe declare The nights approach so I from my darke minde Since my bright Sun is fled in cries consume My night of woes and though you fly away Soone as the daies returnes and cease your cries Yet I by day find no release of paine But day and night so foule a change lament 7 But while I thus to senselesse things lament Ruth of my case in them thereby d'encrease Which she feeles not with scosses she doth declare My pangs to him who first her wanton minde From me did win Since when I still consume Like waxe gainst fire like snow that melts away Before the sun Thus thus with mournfull cries I lyuing die and dying liue in paine 8 And now adieu delight and farewell paine Adieu vaine hope I shall no more lament Her fained faith which did my woes encrease And ye to whom my griefes I thus declare Ye which haue heard the secrets of my mind And seeing then my lingring life in paine consume Groue Brooke and Birds adieu now hence away By death I will and cease my deadly cries E. D. Inscriptions Thisbe YE wofull Sires whose causelesse hate hath bred Griefe to your selues death to my loue and me Let vs not be dis-ioynd when we are dead Though we aliue conioind could neuer bee Though cruell starres denide vs two one bed Yet in one tombe vs two entombed 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 son of viler mother Death I deserue but O not by thy knife One parent to reuenge wilt thou kill the other And giue her death that gaue thee wretch thy life Furies will plague thy murther 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 blood I le now bath in mine owne This fearelesse breast which all mine 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 childe to a King No mortall father worthy was to breed 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 Pirrhus his Phis●…tion that offered to poison him MY famous Country values golde farre lesse Then conquest braue of such as gold possesse To be orecome with wealth I doe not vse And to orecome with poison I refuse No hand loues more then mine to giue to many No ha●…rthates more then mine to take of any With so firme●…steele vertue my minde hath armed at●… ot by gold ●…or yron it can be harmed Cato Vtican who slew himselfe because he would not fall into Caesars hands 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 subdu'de Yet neither 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 die vnconquered and free A Dialogue in Imitation of that betweene Horace an●… Lidia beginning Donec gratus eram tibi c. 1 Louer WHile thou did dest loue me and that necke of thine More sweet white soft then roses siluer downe Did weare a necklace of no armes but mine Ienuide not the King of Spaine his crowne 2 Ladie VVhile of thy heart I was sole Soueraigne And thou didst sing none but Mellinaes name Whom for brown Cole thou dost now disdaine Enuide not the Queene of Englands fame 3 Louer Though Cole be lesse faire she is more kinde Her gracefull dancing so doth please mine eye And through mine eares her voice so charmes my minde That so deare she may liue I le willing die 4 Ladie Though Crispus cannot sing my praise in verse I loue him so for skill in Tilting showne And gracefull managing of Coursiers fierce That his deare life to saue I le lose mine owne 5 Louer What if I sue to thee againe for grace And sing my praises sweeter then before If I out of my heart blot Cloes face Wilt thou loue me againe loue him no more 6 Lady Though he be fairer then the morning starre Though lighter then the floting Corke thou be And then the ●…rish sea more angry farre With thee I wish to liue and die with thee 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 pittie moue you To giue me your consent To loue my life as law of nature drawes me And i●… my life I loue then must I too Loue your sweet selfe for my life liues in you Madrigall Borrowed out of a Greeke Epigram ●…ee's rich enough whose eies behold thee Who heares thee sing a Monarch is A Demy-God who doth thee kisse And loue himselfe whose armes infold thee Madrigall Vpon ●…er dreaming that she saw him dead O faire yet murdring eies Starres of my miseries Who while night clouds your beames How much you wish my death show in your dreames Is 't not enough that waking you do spill me But you a sleepe must kill me O kill me still while you your sleepe are taking So you lend me kind lookes while you are waking The sound of thy sweete name my dearest treasure Delights me more then sight of other faces A glimpse of thy sweete face breeds 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 Sonnets WHen traitrous Photine Caesar did present With his great riuals honourable head He taught his eies a streame of teares to shed Hiding