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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12775	Daphnaïda An elegie vpon the death of the noble and vertuous Douglas Howard, daughter and heire of Henry Lord Howard, Viscount Byndon, and wife of Arthure Gorges Esquier. Dedicated to the Right honorable the Lady Helena, Marquesse of Northampton. By Ed. Sp.	Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.	1591 (1591)	STC 23079; ESTC S111271	9,622	24

and all in it I hate Because it changeth euer too and fro And neuer standeth in one certaine state But still vnstedfast round about doth goe Like a Mill wheele in midst of miserie Driuen with streames of wretchednesse and woe That dying liues and liuing still does dye So doo I liue so doo I daylie die And pine away in selfe-confuming paine Sith she that did my vitall powres supplie And feeble spirits in their force maintaine Is fetcht fro me why seeke I to prolong My wearie daies in dolor and disdaine Weep Shepheard weep to make my vnder song 6 Why doo I longer liue in lifes despight And doo not dye then in despight of death Why doo I longer see this loathsome light And doo in darknesse not abridge my breath Sith all my sorrow should haue end thereby And cares finde quiet is it so vneath To leaue this life or dolorous to dye To liue I finde it deadly dolorous For life drawes care and care continuall woe Therefore to dye must needes be ioyeous And wishfull thing this sad life to forgoe But I must stay I may it not amend My Daphne hence departing bad me so She bad me stay till she for me did send Yet whilest I in this wretched vale doo stay My wearie feete shall euer wandring be That still I may be readie on my way When as her messenger doth come for me Ne will I rest my feete for feeblenesse Ne will I rest my limmes for frailtie Ne will I rest mine eyes for heauinesse But as the mother of the Gods that sought For faire Eurydice her daughter deere Throghout the world with wofull heauie thought So will I trauell whilest I tarrie heere Ne will I lodge ne will I euer lin Ne when as drouping Titan draweth neere To loose his teeme will I take vp my Innne Ne sleepe the harbenger of wearie wights Shall euer lodge vpon mine ey-lids more Ne shall with rest refresh my fainting sprights Nor failing force to former strength restore But I will wake and sorrow all the night With Philumene my fortune to deplore With Philumene the partner of my plight And euer as I see the starres to fall And vnder ground to goe to giue them light Which dwell in darknes I to minde will call How my faire Starre that shinde on me so bright Fell sodainly and faded vnder ground Since whose departure day is turned to night And night without a Venus starre is found But soone as day doth shew his deawie face And calls foorth men vnto their toylsome trade I will withdraw me to some darksome place Or some deepe caue or solitarie shade There will I sigh and sorrow all day long And the huge burden of my cares vnlade Weep Shepheard weep to make my vndersong 7 Hence foorth mine eyes shall neuer more behold Faire thing on earth ne feed on false delight Of ought that framed is of mortall moulde Sith that my fairest flower is faded quight For all I see is vaine and transitorie Ne will be helde in anie stedfast plight But in a moment loose their grace and glorie And ye fond men on fortunes wheele that ride Or in ought vnder heauen repose assurance Be it riches beautie or honors pride Be sure that they shall haue no long endurance But ere ye be aware will flit away For nought of them is yours but th' onely vsance Of a small time which none ascertaine may And ye true Louers whom desastrous chaunce Hath farre exiled from your Ladies grace To mourne in sorrow and sad sufferaunce When ye doo heare me in that desert place Lamenting lowde my Daphnes Elegie Helpe me to wayle my miserable case And when life parts vouchsafe to close mine eye And ye more happie Louers which enioy The presence of your dearest loues delight When ye doo heare my sorrowfull annoy Yet pittie me in your empassiond spright And thinke that such mishap as chaunst to me May happen vnto the most happiest wight For all mens states alike vnstedfast be And ye my fellow Shepheards which do feed Your carelesse flocks on hils and open plaines With better fortune than did me succeed Remember yet my vndeserued paines And when ye heare that I am dead or slaine Lament my lot and tell your fellow swaines That sad Alcyon dyde in lifes disdaine And ye faire Damsels Shepheards dere delights That with your loues do their rude hearts possesse When as my hearse shall happen to your sightes Vouchsafe to deck the same with Cyparesse And euer sprinckle brackish teares among In pitie of my vndeseru'd distresse The which I wretch endured haue thus long And ye poore Pilgrimes that with restlesse toyle Wearie your selues in wandring desert wayes Till that you come where ye your vowes assoyle When passing by ye read these wofull layes On my graue written rue my Daphnes wrong And mourne for me that languish out my dayes Cease Shepheard cease and end thy vndersong Thus when he ended had his heauie plaint The heauiest plaint that euer I heard sound His checkes wext pale and sprights began to faint As if againe he would haue fallen to ground Which when I saw I stepping to him light Amooued him out of his stonie swound And gan him to recomfort as I might But he no waie recomforted would be Nor suffer solace to approach him nie But casting vp asdeinfull eie at me That in his traunce I would not let him lie Did rend his haire and beat his blubbred face As one ●●●osed wilfullie to die That I sore ●●●u'd to see his wretched case Tho when the pang was somewhat ouerpast And the outragious passion nigh appeased I him desirde sith daie was ouercast And darke night fast approched to be pleased To turne aside vnto my Cabinet And staie with me till he were better eased Of that strong stownd which him so sore beset But by no meanes I could him win thereto Ne longer him intreate with me to staie But without taking leaue he foorth did goe With staggring pace and dismall lookes dismay As if that death he in the face had seene Or hellish hags had met vpon the way But what of him became I cannot weene FINIS

hand that yet had neuer beene So well I wrought with mildnes and with paine That I her caught disporting on the grene And brought away fast bound with siluer chaine And afterwards I handled her so fayre That though by kind shee stout and saluage were For being borne an auncient Lions haire And of the race that all wild beastes do feare Yet I her fram'd and wan so to my bent That shee became so meeke and milde of cheare As the least lamb in all my flock that went For shee in field where euer I did wend Would wend with me and waite by me all day And all the night that I in watch did spend If cause requir'd or els in sleepe if nay Shee would all night by mee or watch or sleepe And euermore when I did sleepe or play She of my flock would take full warie keepe Safe then and safest were my sillie sheepe Ne fear'd the Wolfe ne fear'd the wildest beast All were I drown'd in carelesse quiet deepe My louelie Lionesse without beheast So carefull was for them and for my good That when I waked neither most nor least I found miscaried or in plaine or wood Oft did the Shepeheards which my hap did heare And oft their lasses which my luck enuide Daylie resort to me from farre and neare To see my Lyonesse whose praises wide Were spred abroad and when her worthinesse Much greater than the rude report they tri'de They her did praise and my good fortune blesse Long thus I ioyed in my happinesse And well did hope my ioy would haue no end But oh fond man that in worlds ficklenesse Reposedst hope or weenedst her thy frend That glories most in mortall miseries And daylie doth her changefull counsels bend To make new matter fit for Tragedies For whilest I was thus without dread or dout A cruell Satyre with his murdrous dart Greedie of mischiefe ranging all about Gaue her the fatall wound of deadlie smart And reft fro me my sweete companion And reft fro me my loue my life my hart My Lyonesse ah woe is mee is gon Out of the world thus was she reft awaie Out of the world vnworthie such a spoyle And borne to heauen for heauen a fitter pray Much fitter than the Lyon which with toyle Alcides slew and fixt in firmament Her now I seek throughout this earthlie soyle And seeking misse and missing doe lament Therewith he gan afresh to waile and weepe That I for pittie of his heauie plight Could not abstaine mine eyes with teares to steepe But when I saw the anguish of his spright Some deale alaid I him bespake againe Certes Alcyon painfull is thy plight That it in me breeds almost equall paine Yet doth not my dull wit well vnderstand The riddle of thy loued Lionesse For rare it seemes in reason to be skand That man who doth the whole worlds rule possesse Should to a beast his noble hart embase And be the vassall of his vassalesse Therefore more plaine aread this doubtfull case Then sighing sore Daphne thou knewest quoth he She now is dead ne more endured to say But fell to ground for great extreamitie That I beholding it with deepe dismay Was much appald and lightlie him vprearing Reuoked life that would haue fled away All were my self through griefe in deadly drearing Then gan I him to comfort all my best And with milde counsaile stroue to mitigate The stormie passion of his troubled brest But he thereby was more empassionate As stubborne steed that is with curb restrained Becomes more fierce and ferue nt in his gate And breaking foorth at last thus dearnelie plained 1 What man henceforth that breatheth vitall ayre Will honour heauen or heauenlie powers adore Which so vniustlie doe their iudgments share Mongst earthlie wightes as to afflict so sore The innocent as those which do transgresse And do not spare the best or fayrest more Than worst or fowlest but doe both oppresse If this be right why did they then create The world so fayre sith fairenesse is neglected Or whie be they themselues immaculate If purest things be not by them respected She faire shee pure most faire most pure shee was Yet was by them as thing impure reiected Yet shee in purenesse heauen it selfe did pas In purenesse and in all celestiall grace That men admire in goodlie womankinde Shee did excell and seem'd of Angels race Liuing on earth like Angell new diuinde Adorn'd with wisedome and with chastitie And all the dowries of a noble mind Which did her beautie much more beautifie No age hath bred since fayre Astraea left The sinfull world more vertue in a wight And when she parted hence with her she reft Great hope and robd her race of bountie quight Well may the shepheard lasses now lament For dubble losse by her hath on them light To loose both her and bounties ornament Ne let Elisa royall Shepheardesse The praises of my parted loue enuy For she hath praises in all plenteousnesse Powr'd vpon her like showers of Castaly By her own Shepheard Colin her owne Shepherd That her with heauenly hymnes doth deifie Of rustick muse full hardly to be betterd She is the Rose the glorie of the day And mine the Primrose in the lowly shade Mine ah not mine amisse I mine did say Not mine but his which mine awhile her made Mine to be his with him to liue for ay O that so faire a flower so soone should fade And through vntimely tempest fall away She fell away in her first ages spring Whil'st yet her leafe was greene fresh her rinde And whil'st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring She fell away against all course of kinde For age to dye is right but youth is wrong She fel away like fruit blowne downe with winde Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong 2 What hart so stony hard but that would weepe And poure foorth fountaines of incessant teares What Timon but would let compassion creepe Into his brest and pierce his frosen eares In stead of teares whose brackish bitter well I wasted haue my heart blood dropping weares To thinke to ground how that faire blossome fell Yet fell she not as one enforst to dye Ne dyde with dread and grudging discontent But as one toyld with trauaile downe doth lye So lay she downe as if to sleepe she went And closde her eyes with carelesse quietnesse The whiles soft death away her spirit hent And soule assoyld from sinfull fleshlinesse Yet ere that life her lodging did forsake She all resolu'd and ready to remoue Calling to me ay me this wise bespake Alcyon ah my first and latest loue Ah why does my Alcyon weepe and mourne And grieue my ghost that ill mote him behoue As if to me had chanst some euill tourne I since the messenger is come for mee That summons soules vnto the bridale feast Of his great Lord must needes depart from thee And straight obay his soueraine beheast Why should Alcyon then so sore lament That I from