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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06181	Scillaes metamorphosis: enterlaced with the vnfortunate loue of Glaucus VVhereunto is annexed the delectable discourse of the discontented satyre: with sundrie other most absolute poems and sonnets. Contayning the detestable tyrannie of disdaine, and comicall triumph of constancie: verie fit for young courtiers to peruse, and coy dames to remember. By Thomas Lodge of Lincolnes Inne, Gentleman.	Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.	1589 (1589)	STC 16674; ESTC S109632	25,133	50

That secret art which birdes haue gaind by sence By due foresight misfortune to preuent Or could my wit controule mine eyes offence You then should smile and I should tell such stories As woods and waues should triumph in our glories But Nereus daughters Sea-borne Saints attend Lake breeding Géese when from the Easterne clime They list vnto the westerne waters wend To choose their place of rest by course of time Approaching Taurus haughtie topped hill They charme their cackle by this wondrous skill The climing mountaine neighbouring ayre welnie Hath harbored in his rockes and desart haunts Whole airies of Eagles prest to flie That gazing on the Sonne their birth right vaunts Which birds of Ioue with deadlie fewde pursue The wandering Geese when so they presse in vewe These fearefull flitting troopes by nature tought Passing these dangerous places of pursuit When all the desart vales they through haue sought With pibbles stop their beakes to make them mute And by this meanes their dangerous deathes preuent And gaine their wished waters of frequent But I fond God I God complaine thy follie Let birds by sense exceede my reason farre Whilom than I who was more strong and iollie Who more contemnd affections wanton warre Who lesse than I lou'd lustfull Cupids arrowes Who now with curse plagues poore Glaucus harrowes How haue I leapt to heare the Tritons play A harsh retreat vnto the swelling flouds How haue I kept the Dolphins at a bay When as I ment to charme their wanton moods How haue the angrie windes growne calme for loue When as these fingers did my harpe strings moue Was any Nimph you Nimphes was euer any That tangled not her fingers in my tresse Some well I wot and of that some full many Wisht or my faire or their desire were lesse Euen Ariadne gazing from the skie Became enamorde of poore Glaucus eye Amidst this pride of youth and beauties treasure It was my chaunce you floods can tell my chancing Fléeting along Sicillian bounds for pleasure To spie a Nimph of such a radiant glancing As when I lookt a beame of subtill firing From eye to heart incenst a deepe desiring Ah had the vaile of reason clad mine eye This foe of fréedome had not burnt my heart But birds are blest and most accurst am I Who must reporte her glories to my smart The Nimph I sawe and lou'de her all to cruell Scilla faire Scilla my fond fancies iuell Her haire not trust but scatterd on her brow Surpassing Hiblas honnie for the view Or softned golden wires I know not how Loue with a radiant beautie did pursue My too iudiciall eyes in darting fire That kindled straight in me my fond desire Within these snares first was my heart intrapped Till through those golden shrowdes mine eies did see An yuorie shadowed front wherein was wrapped Those pretie bowres where Graces couched be Next which her cheekes appeerd like crimson silk Or ruddie rose vespred on whitest milk Twixt which the nose in louely tenor bends Too traitrous pretie for a Louers view Next which her lips like violets commends By true proportion that which dooth insue Which when they smile present vnto the eies The Oceans pride and yuorie paradice Her pollisht necke of milke white snowes doth shine As when the Moone in Winter night beholdes them Her breast of alablaster cleere and fine Whereon two rising apples faire vnfolds them Like Cinthias face when in her full she shineth And blushing to her Loue-mates bower declineth From whence in length her armes doo sweetly spred Like two rare branchie saples in the Spring Yeelding fiue louely sprigs from euerie head Proportioned alike in euerie thing Which featly sprout in length like springborne frends Whose pretie tops with fiue sweet roses ends But why alas should I that Marble hide That doth adorne the one and other flanke From whence a mount of quickned snow doth glide Or els the vale that bounds this milkwhite banke Where Venus and her sisters hide the fount Whose louely Nectar dooth all sweetes surmount Confounded with descriptions I must leaue them Louers must thinke and Poets must report them For silly wits may neuer well conceaue them Unlesse a speciall grace from heauen consort them Aies me these faires attending Scilla won me But now sweet Nimphes attēd what hath vndon me The louely breast where all this beautie rested Shrowded within a world of deepe disdaine For where I thought my fancie should be feasted With kinde affect alas vnto my paine When first I woode the wanton straight was flying And gaue repulse before we talkt of trying How oft haue I too often haue I done so In silent night when euerie eye was sleeping Drawne neere her caue in hope her loue were won so Forcing the neighboring waters through my weeping To wake the windes who did afflict her dwelling Whilst I with teares my passion was a telling When midst the Caspian seas the wanton plaid I drew whole wreaths of corrall from the rockes And in her lap my heauenly presents laid But she vnkind rewarded me with mockes Such are the fruites that spring from Ladies coying Who smile at teares and are intrapt with toying Tongue might grow wearie to report my wooings And heart might burst to thinke of her deniall May none be blamde but heauen for all these dooings That yeeld no helpes in midst of all my triall Heart tongue thought pen nil serue me to repent me Disdaine her selfe should striue for to lament me Wretched Loue let me die end my loue by my death Dead alas still I liue flie my life fade my loue Out alas loue abides still I ioy vitall breath Death in loue loue is death woe is me that doo proue Paine and woe care griefe euery day about me houers Thē but death what can quel al y e plages of haples louers Aies me my moanings are like water drops That neede an age to pearce her marble heart I sow'd true zeale yet fruiteles were my crops I plighted faith yet falsehoode wrought my smart I praisd her lookes her lookes dispised Glaucus Was euer amorous Sea-god scorned thus A hundereth swelling tides my mother spent Upon these lockes and all hir Nimphes were prest To pleit them faire when to her bowre I went He that hath séene the wandring Phoebus crest Toucht with the Christall of Eurotas spring The pride of these my bushie locks might sing But short discourse beséemes my bad successe Eache office of a louer I performed So feruently my passions did her presse So swéete my laies my spéech so well reformed That cruell when she sawe naught would begile me With angrie lookes the Nimph did thus exile me Packe hence thou fondling to the westerne Seas Within some calmy riuer shrowd thy head For neuer shall my faire thy loue appease Since fancie from this bosome late is fled And if thou loue me shewe it in departing For why thy presence dooth procure my smarting This said with angrie lookes away she hasted As