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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

change thy bow and get a stronger Go 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 catena●… Being s●…orned and disdained be inueighs against his Lady SInce iust disdaine began to rise And crie reuenge for spitefull wrong What erst I praisde I now despise And thinke my loue was all too long I tread in durt that scornfull pride Which in thy lookes I haue descride Thy beauty is a painted skin For fooles to see their faces in Thine eyes that some as stars esteeme From whence themselues they say take light Like to the foolish fire I deeme That leades men to their death by night Thy words and oathes are light as winde And yet farre lighter is thy minde Thy friendship is a broken reede That failes thy friends in greatest neede Vitijs patientia victa est ODE 14. The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must die 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 crie 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 Instead of learned verse his Tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire An Altar and Sacrifice to disdaine for freeing him from loue My Muse by thee restor'd to life To thee Disdaine this Altar reares Whereon she offers ●…uslesse strife Self-spending sighs and bootlesse teares Long Sutes in vaine Hate for good will Still-dying paine Yet liuing still Selfe-louing pride Lookes coyly strange Will Reasons guide Desire of change And last of all Blinde Fancies fire False Beauties thrall That bindes desire All these I offer to Disdaine By whom I liue from fancie free With vow that if I loue againe My life the sacrifice shall bee Vicimus domitum pedibus calcamus amorem Certaine Poemes vpon diuerse Subiects by the same Author Three Odes translated out of Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. ODE I. 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 tunes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worthies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell ODE II. A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans face THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horse his hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lions teeth his strength disclose The Fi●…h by swimming scapes the wee le The Bird by flight the fowlers net With wisedome Man is arm'd as steele Poore women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword ●…a trustie shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beautie yeeld ODE III. OF late what time the Beare turnd roūd At midnight in her wonted way And men of all sorts slept full sound O'recome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whos 's there quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth quoth he Dung-wet with raine this Moonles night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the dore 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 will proue too slacke for me He said and bent his bow and shot And wightly hit me on the heart The wound was sore and raging hot The heate like fury reekes my smart Mine host quoth he my string is well And laugh't so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine 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 ahorne the Horse a hoofe The light-foote hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flie where they list The fish swimmes safe in waters deepe 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 bee The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue VVhen each desired it to haue T. S. Anacoreons 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 drie 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 Prying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his backe Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wracke But what I feard did me poore wretch betide For forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quicke and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procurde a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drie But left the Arrow sticking in my brest There sore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THe lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flie her splene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Seas haue their sourse and 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