expresse The griefe that my destressed soule deuoures Cloath thou my body all in heauinesse My sonnes appeard faire smiling full of pleasure But now the vale of absence ouer cloudes them They fed my heart with ioyes exceeding measure VVhich now shal dy since absence needs must shroud them Yea die oh death sweet death vouchsafe that blessing That I may die the death whilest she regardeth For sweet were death and sweete were deathes oppressing If she looke on who all my life awardeth Oh thou that art the portion of my ioy Yet not the portion for thou art the prime Suppose my griefes conceiue the deepe anoy That wounds my soule vpon this sorrye time Pale is my face and in my pale confesses The paine I suffer since I needes must leaue thee Redde are mine eyes through teares that them oppresses Dul'd are my sprits since fates do now bereue thee And now ah now my plaintes are quite preuented The windes are faire the sailes are hoysed hie The Anckers waid and now quite discontented Griefe so subdewes my hart as it should dye A faint farewell with trembling hand I tender And with my teares my papers are distained Which closed vp my heart in them I render To tell thee how at parting I complained Vouchsafe his message that doth bring farewell And for my sake let him with beautie dwell Thirsis Aegloga Secunda Muses helpe me sorrow swarmeth Eyes are fraught with seas of languish Heauie hope my sollace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eye of day regarded neuer Certaine trust in world vntrusty Flattering hope beguileth euer VVeary olde and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholdes inthroned Fortunes darling proude and dreadlesse Darkesome night doth heare hâ—m moaned VVho before was rich and needlesse Robb the sphre of lines vnited Make a sodaine voide in nature Force the day to bee benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarry Further helpes I meane to borrow Courted once by fortunes fauour Compast now with enures curies All my thoughts of sorrow sauer Hopes runne fleeting like the sourses Ay me wanton scorne hath maimed Al the ioy my heart enioyed Thoughtes their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes hath quite anoyed Scant regard my weale hath scanted Looking coy hath forst my lowering Nothing likt where nothing wanted VVeddes mine eyes to ceaselesse showering Former loue was once admired Present fauour is estranged Loath the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughtes are changed Louely swaine with luckie guiding Once ebut now no more so friended Thou my flockes hast had in mindinge From the morne till day was ended Drinke and fodder foode and foulding Had my lambes and ewes together I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and lambes are paind with pining I with ewes and lambes confused All vnto our deathes declyning Silence leaue thy caue obscured Daine a dolfull swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Ye I am no deepe offender Phillips sonne canne with his finger Hide his scarre it is so little Little sinne a day to linger VVise men wander in a Tittle Thriftles yet my swaine haue turned Though my sunne he neuer showeth Though I weepe I am not mourned Though I want no pittie groweth Yet for pittie loue my muses Gentle silence be their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to bee a louer They shall liue with thee inclosed I will loath my pen and paper Arte shall neuer be supposed Sloath shall quench the watching taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindly Though I leaue them yet I loue them Though my wit haue led them blindly Yet my swaine did once approue them I will trauell soyles remoued Night and morrowe neuer merie Thou shalt harbor that I loued I will loue that makes me werye If perchaunce the sheepe strayeth In thy walkes and shades vnhaunted Tell the teene my heart betrayeth How neglect my ioyes hath daunted Sonnet XXI Ye heraultes of my heart mine ardent groanes O teares which gladly would burst out to brookes Oh spent on fruitlesse sande my surging moanes Oh thoughtes enthrald vnto care-boading lookes Ah iust laments of my vniust distresse Ah fond desires whom reason could not guide Oh hopes of loue that intimate redresse Yet proue the load-stars vnto bad betide When will you cease or shall paine neuer ceasing Seaze on my heart oh molifie your rage Least your assaultes with ouer switf increasing Procure my death or call on timelesse age What if they do they shall but feede the fire Which I haue kindled by my fond desire Sonnet XXII Faire art thou Phillis I so faire sweet mayd As nor the sunne nor I haue seene more faire For in thy cheekes sweet roses are embayde And golde more pure then gold doth guilde thy haire Sweet Bees haue hiu'd their hony on thy tongue And Hebe spic't hir Necter with thy breath About thy necke do all the graces thronge And lay such baites as might entangle death In such a breast what heart would not be thrall From such sweet armes who would not wish embraces At thy faire handes who wonders not at all Wounder it selfe through ignorance embases Yet naithelesse tho wonderous giftes you call these My faith is farre more wonderfull then all these Sonnet XXIII Burst burst poore heart thou hast no longer hope Captiue mine eyes vnto eternall sleepe Let all my sences haue no further scope Let death be lord of me and all my sheepe For Phillis hath betrothed fierce disdaine That makes his mortall mantion in hir heart And though my tonge haue long time taken paine To sue deuorse and wed hir to desart She will not yeeld my wordes can haue no power She scornes my faith she laughes at my sad layes She filles my soule with neuer ceasing sower Who filt the world with volumes of hir praise In such extreames what wretch can cease to craue His peace from death who can no mercy haue Sonnet XXIIII No glory makes me glorious or glad Nor pleasure may to pleasure me dispose Ne comfort can reuiue my sences sad Nor hope enfranchise me with one repose Nor in hir absence tast I one delight Nor in hir presence am I well content Was neuer time gaue tearme to my dispight Nor ioy that dried the teares of my lament Nor holde I hope of weale in memorie Nor haue I thought to change my restlesse griefe Nor doth my conquest yeelde me souerainetie Nor hope repose nor confidence reliefe For why she sortes hir frownes and fauoures so As when I gaine or loose I cannot know Sonnet XXV I wage the combat with two mightie foes Which are more strong then I ten thousand folde The one is when thy pleasure I do lose The other when thy person I beholde In seeing thee a swarme of loues confound me And cause my death in spight of my resist
ceaslesse care Is by hir eies vnpitied and vnseene In whom all giftes but pity planted are For mercie tho still cries my moane-clad muse And euery paper that she sendes to beautie In tract of sable teares bringes wofull newes Of my true heartkinde thoughts and loyall duetie But ah the stringes of hir hard heart are strained Beyond the harmonie of my desires And tho the happie heauens themselues haue pained To tame hir heart whose will so farre aspires Yet she who claimes the title of worldes wonder Thinkes all desartes to bace to bring hir vnder Sonnet IIII. Long hath my sufferance labored to inforce One pearle of pittie from hir prettie eyes Whilest I with restlesse riuers of remorse Haue bathde the bankes where my faire Phillis lies The moning lines which weeping I haue written And writing red vnto my ruthfull sheepe And reading sent with teares that neuer fitten To my loues Queene that hath my heart in keepe Haue made my Lambkins lay them downe and sigh But Phillis sittes and reades and cals them trifles Oh heauens why clime not happie lines so high To rent that ruthlesse heart that all hearts rifles None wrightes with truer faith or greater loue Yet out alas I haue no power to moue Sonnet V. Ah pale and dying infant of the springe How rightly now do I resemble thee That selfe same hand that thee from stalke did wringe Hath rent my breast and robd my heart from mee Yet shalt thou liue for why thy natiue vigor Shall thriue by wofull dew-droppes of my dollour And from the woundes I beare through fancies rigor My streaming blood shall yeeld thee crimson colour The rauisht sighes that ceaslesse take their issue From out the furnesse of my heart inflamed To yeeld you lasting springs shall neuer misse you So by my plaints and paines you shall be famed Let my hearts heat and colde thy crimson norish And by my sorrowes let thy beautie florish Sonnet VI. It is not death which wretched men call dying But that is very death which I endure When my coy looking Nimph hir grace enuying By fatall frownes my domage doth procure It is not life which we for life approue But that is life when on hir woul-soft pappes I seale sweet kisses which do batten loue And doubling them do treble my good happes Tis neither loue the sonne nor loue the mother Which louers praise and pray to but that loue is Which she in eye and I in heart do smother Then muse not tho I glory in my misse Since she who holdes my heart and me in durance Hath life death loue and all in hir procureance Sonnet VII How languisheth the Primrose of loues garden How trill hir teares th'Elixar of my sences Ambitious sicknes what doth thee so harden Oh spare and plague thou me for hir offences Ah Roses loues faire Roses do not languish Blush through the milk-white vaile that holdes you couered If heate or colde may mitigate your anguish He burne He frize but you shall be recouered Good God would beautie marke now she is crased How but one shower of sicknesse makes hir tender Hir Iudgmentes then to marke my woes amazed To mercy should opinions fort surrender And I oh would I might or would she ment it Should herrie loue who now in hart lament it Sonnet VIII No starres hir eyes to cleere the wandering night But shining sunnes of true diuinitye That make the soule conceiue hir perfect light No wanton beauties of humanitie Hir prettie browes but beames that cleare the sight Of him that seekes the true Philosophie No Corrall is hir lippe no rose hir faire But euen that crimson that adornes the Sunne No Nimph is she but mistresse of the ayre By whom my glories are but newe begunne But when I touch and tast as others do I then shall wright and you shall wonder to Sonnet IX The dewie-Roseate morne had with hir haires In sundrie sorts the Indian Clime adornd And now hir eies apparrailed in teares The losse of louely Memnon long had moornd When as she spide the Nimph whom I admire Kembinge hir locks of which the yelow golde Made blush the beauties of hir curled wire Which heauen it selfe with wonder might beholde Then redd with shame hir reuerend locks she rent And weeping hid the beauty of hir face The flower of fancie wrought such discontent The sighes which midst the aire she breathd a space A three daies stormie tempest did maintaine Hir shame a fire hir eies a swelling raine Sonnet X. The rumor runnes that heere in I sis swimme Such stately Swannes so confident in dying That when they feele them selues neere Lethes brimme They sing their fatall dirge when death is nighing And I like these that feele my woundes are mortall Contented dye for hir whom I adore And in my ioyfull himnes do still exhort all To die for such a Saint or loue no more Not that my torments or hir tiranie Inforce me to enioyne so hard a taske But for I know and yeeld no reason why But will them trie that haue desire to aske As loue hath wreathes his pretty eies to feele So louers must keepe secret what they feele Sonnet XI My fraile and earthly barke by reasons guide Which holdes the helme whilst wil doth weilde the saile By my desires the windes of bad betide Hath saild these wordly Seaes with small auaile Vaine obiectes serue for dreadfull Rockes to quaile My brittle boate from hauen of life that flies To haunt the Sea of mundane miseries My sowle that drawes Impressions from aboue And viewes my course and sees the windes aspire Bids reason watch to scape the shoales of loue But lawles will enflamd with endlesse ire Doth steerem poope whilest reason doth retire The streames increase loues waues my barcke do fill Thus are they wrackt that guide their course by will Sonnet XII Ah trees why fall your leaues so fast Ah Rocks where are your robes of mosse Ah flockes why stand you all agast Trees rocks and flocks what are you pensiue for my losse The birdes me thinkes tune nought but moane The windes breath nought but bitter plaint The beasts forsake their dennes to groane Birdes windes and beastes what doth my losse your powers attaint Floodes weepe their springes aboue their boundes And Eccho wailes to see my woe The roabe of ruth doth cloath the groundes Floodes Eccho grōudes why do you al these teares bestow The trees the rockes and flockes replie The birdes the windes the beastes report Floodes Eccho groundes for sorrow crie VVe grieue suice Phillis nill kinde Damons loue consort Sonnet XIII Loue guides the roses of thy lippes And flies about them like a bee If I approch he forward skippes And if I kisse he stingeth me Loue in thine eyes doth build his bower And sleepes within their prettie shine And if I looke the boy will lower And from their orbes shootes shaftes deuine Loue workes thy heart within his fire And in my teares doth firme the
And if I see thee not thy want doth wound me For in thy sight my comfort doth consist The one in me continuall care createth The other doth occasion my desire The one the edge of all my ioy rebateth The other makes me a Phenix in loues fire So that I grieue when I enioy your presence And dye for griefe by reason of your absence Sonnet XXVI Ile teach thee louely Phillis what loue is It is a vision seeming such as thou That flies as fast as it assaultes mine eies It is affection that doth reason misse It is a shape of pleasure like to you Which meetes the eie and seene on sodaine dies It is a doubled griefe a sparke of pleasure Begot by vaine desire and this is loue Whom in our youth we count our chiefest treasure In age for want of power we do reproue Yea such a power is loue whose losse is paine And hauing got him we repent our gaine Sonnet XXVII Faire eyes whilest fearefull I your faire admire By vnexpressed sweetnes that I gaine My memory of sorrow doth expire And faulcon like I tower ioyes heauens amaine But when your sonnes in Oceans of their glory Shut vppe their day-bright shine I dye for thought So passe my ioyes as doth a new plaid storie And one poore sigh breaths all delight to nought So to my selfe I liue not but for you For you I liue and you I loue but none else Oh then faire eyes whose light I liue to viewe Or poore forlorne despis'd to liue alone els Looke sweete since from the pith of contemplation Loue gathereth life and liuing breedeth passion Sonnet XXVIII Not causlesse were you christned gentle flowers The one of faith the other fancies pride For she who guides both faith and fancies power In your faire coloures wrapes hir Iuory side As one of you hath whitenes without staine So spotlesse is my loue and neuer tainted And as the other shadoweth faith againe Such is my lasse with no fond chaunge acquainted And as nor tirant sonne nor winter weather May eeuer chaunge sweet Amaranthus hew So she tho loue and fortune ioyne together Will neuer leaue to bee both faire and true And should I leaue thee then thou prettie else Nay first let Damon quite forget himselfe Sonnet XXIX I feele my selfe endaungered beyond reason My death alreadie twixt the cup and lippe Because my proud desire through cursed treason Would make my hopes mount heauen which cannot skip My fancie still requireth at my handes Such thinges as are not cannot may not bee And my desire altho my power with standes Will giue me winges who neuer yet could flee What then remaines except my maimed soule Extort compassion from loue-flying age Or if nought els their furye may controwle To call on death that quels affections rage Which death shall dwell with me and neuer flie Since vaine desire seekes that hope doth denie Sonnet XXX I doe compare vnto thy youthly cleare Which alwaies bydes within thy flowring prime The month of Aprill that bedewes our clime With pleasant flowers when as his showers appeare Before thy face shall flie false crueltie Before his face the doaly season fleetes Milde beene his lookes thine eyes are full of sweetes Firme is his course firme is thy loialtie He paints the fieldes through liquid christall showers Thou paint'st my verse with Pallas learned flowers With Zephirus sweet breath he fils the plaines And thou my hart with weeping sighes doost wring His browes are dewd with mornings christall spring Thou mak'st my eyes with teares bemoane my paines Sonnet XXXI Deuoide of reason thrale to foolish ire I walke and chase a sauage fairie still Now neere the flood straight on the mounting hill Now midst the woodes of youth and vaine desire For leash I beare a cord of carefull griefe For brach I lead an ouer forward minde My houndes are thoughtes and rage dispairing blind Paine crueltie and care without reliefe But they perceiuing that my swift pursute My flying fairie cannot ouertake With open mouthes their pray on me do make Like hungrie houndes that lately lost their suite And full of furie on their maister feede To hasten on my haplesse death with speede Sonnet XXXII A thousand times to thinke and thinke the same To two faire eies to show a naked heart Great thirst with bitter licor to restraine To take repast of care and crooked smart To sigh full oft without relent of yre To dye for griefe and yet conceale the tale To others will to fashion my desire To pine in lookes disguisd through penciue-pale A short dispight a faith vnfained true To loue my foe and set my life at nought With heedlesse eies mine endlesse harmes to viewe A will to speake a feare to tell the thought To hope for all yet for dispaire to die Is of my life the certaine destenie Sonnet XXXIII When first sweet Phillis whom I must adore Gan with her beauties blesse our wondring skie The sonne of Rhea from their fatall store Made all the Gods to grace her Maiestie Apollo first his golden rayes among Did forme the beauty of her bounteous eyes He grac't her with his sweet melodious song And made her subiect of his poesies The warriour Mars bequeath'd her fierce disdaine Venus her smile and Phoebe all her fayre Python his voyce and Ceres all her graine The morne her lockes and fingers did repayre Young Loue his bowe and Thetis gaue her feete Clio her praise Pallas her science sweete Sonnet XXXIIII I would in rich and golden coloured raine With tempting showers in pleasant sort discend Into faire Phillis lappe my louely friend When sleepe hir sence with slomber doth restraine I would be chaunged to a milk-white Bull When midst the gladsome fieldes she should appeare By pleasant finenes to surprise my deere Whilest from their stalkes she pleasant flowers did pull I were content to wearie out my paine To bee Narsissus so she were a spring To drowne in hir those woes my heart do wring And more I wish transformed to remaine That whilest I thus in pleasures lappe did lye I might refresh desire which else would die Sonnet XXXV I hope and feare I pray and hould my peace Now freeze my thoughtes and straight they frie againe I now admire and straight my wounders cease I loose my bondes and yet my selfe restraine This likes me most that leaues me discontent My courage serues and yet my heart doth faile My will doth clime whereas my hopes are spent I laugh at loue yet when he comes I quaile The more I striue the duller bide I still I would bee thrald and yet I freedome loue I would redresse yet hourly feede myne ill I would repine and dare not once reproue And for my loue I am bereft of power And strengthlesse striue my weaknes to deuoure Sonnet xxxvj If so I seeke the shades I presently doe see The God of Loue forsakes his bow and sitte me by If that I think to write his Muses plyant
ripe His was the palme and his the execution My sufferaunce was my fault he did exact all He sought he taught me first for to enact all Then mighty Soueraigne mittigate thine ire For why I sinn'd vnwilling and enforced And tho an exile let me hence retyre But if compassion be from thee diuorced O let me die and true compassion take Vpon my daughter for her fathers sake Looke how in royall characters inchased She beares the records of his haughty hart Stoope princely mayde be not so losty paced Not what thou wert thinke thou but what thou art Wilt thou not stoope ah wretch perhaps thou deemest The Queene will pardon since so sweet thou seemest Fayre-looking soule how often did I seale Kisses vppon her cheekes whilst thus I pleaded But all in vaine for pitty I appeale Sentence of death already was arreaded Fast bound to Seuerns bancke I was conducted Readie to die yet not to death instructed Meane-while my sweet Sabrina weeping hasted To Guendolen and with her little palme Strooke on her marble-breast by no griefe wasted Striuing by smiles her moody wrath to calme She kist her hand and straight embrast her neck As if inforcing mercie by a beck Pardon she cry'd oh Madam saue my Mother Yea Mother so I cry'd said Sabrine tho Oh let me novv no longer sorrow smother But by my selfe capitulate my woe Since none are fit or meetest to reueale it Then those who like my selfe doe likewise feele it I saw the death prepared for my life I saw the teares my Mother wept for me I saw the wofull louer and the wife Th'one past pitty th'other pittying me I pittied both th'one wanting remorse Th'other since her plaints had little force And both of these with selfe like pittie wounded Beheld me whilst I dallyed for my death I dallied with that lippe which me confounded The lippe that gaue eiection to my breath The lippe which through the office of the toung Made age-pursuing death to sease on young How much for thee sweet mother did I flatter Pledging transparant Christall for some pittie I know God knowes God knowes I know the matter Will would not heare the words of wanton prettie Both both must dye I mother thou must dye Thou must be drownd sweet mother so must I. As climes the auncient shaddow of the field The Father-oake whose rootes so deepely enter As where the spreading boughes midst heauens doo build The rest lyes closd in the Tartarian center Whom fierce Vulturnus wonder-working blast Nor Southerne healthles wind can ouercast So sat the Queene vndaunted and vntainted Like to her selfe an enuious minded woman With no kind pleas her eares would be acquainted Away with them she cryes Ah-las that no man Weepes now with me for then what creature curst not The cruell Queene tho reprehend they durst not Sabrine Then you and I sweet Mother were led forth Elstred We were led foorth sweet daughter to our last Sabrine Our words our beauties had but little worth Elstred So will the heauens that purest soonest wast Sabrine I cride help mother help when I was drowneâ— Elstred Ah helples both yet wanting helpe renowmeâ— Thus cast at once into the wofull waue That laught for to embowell natures treasures I forst my selfe my Sabrine for to saue But death no time no age no reason measures Helpe mother when thou crydst I came vnto thee And then I died when drowning did vndoe thee Both dyed at once the Annals of mishap Wherein woe-tempted men may read theyr fortune Since all are subiect to the selfe like trap And selfe like death may sweetest soules importune Sabrine I thus we dyed yet not with selfe like same For floting Seuerne loues Sabrinaes name So may he prattle still vnto his vvaue Sabrinaes name whilst brine salt teares sea weepeth And if the Gods or men compassion haue Compassion that vvith tender hearts nere sleepeth We both shall liue This said both sought their Tombâ— Within the waues and suncke vnto the bottome The Water-Nimphes with their vnkembed tresses The byrds that saw the Water-Nimphes assembled The fishes that were fedde by their distresses The stoods with all of these together trembled And I gotte home and weepingly thus pend it Carelesse of those that scorne and cannot mend it FINIS Whereon the waters are called Humber waters to thys day
the honours of myne age The fame that should present my facts to view As I from cradle crept so gathered wing As grew my beauties so his feathers grew As waxt my worth so was he prest to spring As yeeres increast from earth to trees he sprung From trees to towers from whence my fame he sung Thus through continuall motion growing great His many feathers hatcht as many eyes His eyes as many tongues for to intreate His tongues as many eares to harken cryes Which feathers eyes tongues eares he euer frames To paint our praise and bruit our endlesse blames Thys monstrous babe that rents his mothers brest To fill the world with tragick historie To register my beauties neuer ceast Where-through each eare that heard the nouelty Summons each sence with wonder to behold If beauties were so great as they were told The Germaine Lords my Fathers neighbour freends For why my Father was a Germaine Peere Willing to see the face which Fame commends Doe haunt his Court and like and loue me deere All wooe none winne for Fortune would it so To sette me hie at last to cast me low At length farre bruited through hys famous fight Renowned Humber terror of hys time More feard then lou'd of euery Germaine Knight Came to our Court and saw me in my prime All like a mayden-rose as yet vntainted Where-with each touch desires to be acquainted His power his person farre beyond report His promise to enstall me in a throne His working words which mercy might extort Had power to fashion loue where first was none So that two Damsels with my selfe agreed To waight from him our fortunes and good speed Thus we with armed eyes whence loue did forage The richest treasures of his tender hart Inspyred Humber by our lookes with courage With him from Germaine soyle we did depart For him our friends for him our land we left With him of friends lands life we were bereft His myghty minde which hunted after fame Fore-staling each occasion of delay His warlike troopes to tedious martch did frame Till all arriu'd where as his shyppes did stay We were embarckt and by propitious wind Within th' Albanian Coast did harbor find He that hath seene the daughters of the skye The myracles of nature in the fielde VVho after theyr imperiall chieftaine flye And cull such comforts as the spring doth yeeld How each his taske how all themselues reuiue At his commaund for to enrich theyr Hiue Or as the royall Monarcke of the Ants Arranging of his little-labouring traine In Summer tyme fore-seeing Winters wants By theyr indeuours stores his nest with graine Where each industrious else for common good Doth gather seeke regather happy foode So striue these Scithian warriours to expresse Their duties to theyr Prince by industrie Some pitch theyr Tents and some theyr Armes addresse Some scoute some forage all the Country nie The Plow-mans hope the thrifty Husbands tillage Is now become the wast-full souldiours pillage Stout Albanact as then the Scottish King Hearing of Humbers proud inuasion To stoppe ambition least it further spring Attended by the flower of all his Nation Encountered him and that his barbarous band Endeuouring force by force for to withstand Then pressed forth from depth of horrid hell The babes of wreakfull warre with threatning browes Reuengefull Wrath and sleeplesse Enuie fell Prodigious Feare her trembling lymmes did rowse And flesh-lesse Death ledde blood-affecting Murther The tragicke change of fortune for to further The Husbands scithe was chaunged to a sword The Coblers-aule into a sturdie launce Peace was obscurd of warre was euery word All prayd to Fortune for succes-full chaunce That sits inthrond on her inconstant seate And helpes them most who least her helpe intreate As when to purge excessiue moyst descending From Saturns spheare or els superfluous heate Styrd vp by Mars Ioue common good intending Sends lyghtning-flash to lay theyr angry threate So vviser heads that knew the scourge of warre Sought sooth-fast meanes to mittigate the iarre But as a troope of fierce incensed Bulles The Heards-mans strokes or threats doe sette at nought So they whose rankorous rage their iudgment dulles Had little minde to peace or peace-full thought Who fight for Crownes set life set all to light Who aime so hie will die or hit the white The battailes ioynd heauen mournd to see them ioyne The burnisht Armes heauens brightest beautie basht On warlike-steades with many a fatall foine The moodie men at Armes together dasht The Heauens to see the Earth to beare did grone What God consents to set these iarres at one As when a troope of haruest thriftie swaines VVith cutting scithes earth ripned ritches movve Whole sheaues of Corne lye strewd vpon the plaines So fall the Scots before the conquering foe My Humber gaind both kingdome and renowne And Albanact lost life his state his Crowne When Albanact lost life his state his crovvne Then we our lyues our states our crownes attained We came to conquer and to put him downe And what we sought by warlike sword we gained Caesar no more then Humber could intend Who came vvho saw who conquered in the end But vvoe is me promotion is a puffe These vvorldly honors are but shades of sweete VVho seeke too much before they gette enough Before they meete the meane with death doe meete VVith death they meete the Hauen of all desire VVhere will must waine and pride cannot aspire For vvhen Locrinus with his vvarlike brother His vvarlike brother Cambre vnderstood Hovv partiall Fortune which deserts doth smother Had brought to nought the nestling of theyr brood They leuied men marcht forth without in comber And fought and gaind and tryumpht ouer Humber Then fled my loue who thought the world shold flie him And what he fledde he mette with ere he sought it For why the floods that passage did denie him Deni'de him not the death before he thought it And in that stood which terminats the bound Twixt England twixt Scotland death he found There death he foūd with many a warlike Knight There found we thraldome farre more worse then death Cordes were our Crownes our dainties were despight My two consorts aie's me there lost their breath There lost I friends there lost I helpes there hope But loe my fortune aymes at higher scope For where I lost my loue my friends my hope There found I hope there faithful friends there loue And whilst I went fast fettered in a rope Weeping such teares as might compassion moue I was presented by vnhallowed hand To stoute Locrinus King of Logiers land Who like that thunder-threatning Potentate The Arbiter of changes and increase Sate lightning forth such lookes as might amate Warre-breeding Mars the countercheck of peace Him when I saw I shooke and shaking wept And weeping to his throne for mercy crept And whilst I rent my carelesse-scattered locks Those tricked trammels where true loue was tangled At Locrins breast for mercy fancie knocks Shadowed in seemely
from my soule they drawe their sweet or smarte And from hir eie my soules best life is lent Vvhich heauenly eye that lightes both earth and aire Quels by depart and quickens by repaire Demades Giue periode to the processe of thy plaint Vnhappie Damon witty in selfe-greeuing Tend thou thy flockes let tyrant loue attaint Those tender heartes that make their loue their liuing And as kinde time keepes Phillis from thy sight So let preuention banish fancie quite Cast hence this Idle fuel of desire That feedeâ— that flame wherein thy heart consumeth Let reason schoole thy will which doth aspire And counsell coole impatience that presumeth Driue hence vaine thoughtes which are fond loues abetters For he that seekes his thraldoome merits fetters The vaine Idea of this dietie nust at the teate of thine Imagination VVas bred brought vp by thine owne vanitie VVhose beeing thou mayest curse from the creation And so thou list thou maiest as soone forget loue As thou at first didst fashion and beget loue Damon Peace Demades peace sheep-heard do not tempt me The sage-taught wise may speake thus but not practise Rather from life then from my loue exempt me My happie loue wherein my weale and wracke lies VVhere chillie age first left loue and first lost hir There youth found loue likt loue and loue did foster Not as Ambitious of their owne decay But curious to equall your fore deedes So tread we now within your woonted way We find your fruites of iudgementes and their seedes VVe know you lou'd and louing learne that lore You scorne kind loue because you can no more Tho from this pure refiner of the thought The gleanings of your lerninges haue you gathred Your liues had beene abortiue bace and nought Except by happie loue they had beene fathered Then still the swaine for I will still avowe it They haue no witte nor worth that dis-alow it Then to renewe the ruines of my teares Be thou no hinderer Demades I pray thee If my loue sighes grow tedious in thine cares Flye me that flye from ioy I list not stay thee Morne sheepe morne lambes Damon wil weep by you And when I sigh come home sweete Phillis cry you Come home sweete Phillis sor thine absence causeth A flowerlesse prime-tide in these drooping medowes To push his beauties foorth each primrose pauseth Our Lillies and our Roses like coy widowes Shut in their buddes their beauties bemoane them Because my Phillis doth not smile vpon them The trees by my redoubled sighes long blasted Call for thy balme-sweete breath and sunnie eyes To whom all natures comforts are hand-fasted Breath looke on them and they to life arise They haue new liueries with each smile thou lendest And droope with me when thy faire brow thou bendest I wooe thee Phillis with more earnest weeping Then Niobe for hir dead issue spent I pray thee Nimph who hast our spring in keeping Thou mistresse of our flowers and my content Come home and glad our Meades of winter wearie And make thy wofull Damon blith and merrie Else will I captiue all my hopes againe And shut them vp in prisons of dispaire And weepe such teares as shal destroy this plaine And sigh such sighes as shall Eclipse the aire And cry such cries as loue that heares my crying Shall faint and weepe for griefe and fall a dying My little world hath vow'd no sunne shall glad it Except thy little world her light discouer Of which heauens would growe proud if so they had it Oh how I feare least absent Ioue shoulde loue her I feare it Phillis for he neuer sawe one That had more heauen-sweet lookes to lure awe one I sweare to thee all-seeing soueraine Rowling heauens circles round about our center Except my Phillis safe returne againe No ioy to heart no meate to mouth shall enter All hope but future hope to be renouned For weeping Phillis shall in teares be drowned Demades How large a scope lendes Damon to his moane VVasting those treasures of his happy-witte In regestring his wofull woe-begone Ah bende thy Muse to matters farre more fitte For time shall come when Phillis is interd That Damon shall confesse that he hath erd VVhen natures riches shal by time dissolued Call thee to see with more iudiciall eye How Phillis beauties are to dust resolued Thou then shalt aske thy selfe the reason why Thou wert so fond since Phillis was so fraile To praise her giftes that should so quickly faile Haue mercie on thy selfe cease being idle Let reason claime and gaine of will his homage Raine in these brain-sicke thoughts with iudgements bridle A short preuention helpes a mighty domage If Phillis loue loue hir yet loue hir so That if she flye thou maiest loues fire forgo Play with the fire yet die not in the flame Show passions in thy wordes but not in heart Least when thou think'st to bring thy thoughtes in frame Thou proue thy selfe a prisoner by thine Arte. Play with these babes of loue as Apes with Glasses And put no trust in feathers winde or laâ—â—es Da. Did not thine age yeeld warrantise olde man Impatience would inforce me to offend thee Me list not now thy froward skill to scanne Yet will I pray that loue may mend or end thee Spring flowers sea-tides earth grasse skie stars shal banish Before the thoughtes of loue or Phillis vanish So get the gone and fold thy tender sheepe For lo the greate Autumedon of day In Isis streame his golden lockes doth steepe Sad Euen her duskie mantle doth display Light-flying foules the posts of night disport them And cheerfull looking Vesper doth consort them Come you my carefull flocke fore goe your maister Ile folde you vp and after fall a sighing VVordes haue no worth my secret woundes to plaister Nought may refresh my ioyes but Phillis nighing Farewell olde Demades DE. Damon farewell How gainst aduise doth headlong youth rebell An Elegie Ah cruel windes why call you hence away VVhy make you breach betwixt my soule and mee Ye trayterous floodes why 〈◊〉 your floates delaie Vntill my latest moanes discoursed bee For tho yee salte sea-Gods with hold the raigne Of all your floates And gentle windes befall Vvhile I haue wept such teares as might restraine The rage of tides and windes against then will Ah shall I lose your sight bright shining eyes And must my soule his life and glory leaue Must I forsake the bower where solace liues To trust to tickle fates that still deceiue Ah-las so willes the wanton Queene of chaunge That each man tract this laborinth of life VVith slippery steps now wrongd by fortune strange Now drawne by counsell from the maze of strife Ah ioy no ioy because so so soone thou fleetest Houres dayes and times inconstant in your beeing Oh life no life since with such chaunce thou meetest Oh eies no cies since you must loose your seeing Soule bee thou sad dissolue thy liuing powers To christall teares and by their pores