Selected quad for the lemma: death_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A14826
|
The tears of fancie. Or, Loue disdained
|
T. W., fl. 1573-1595.; Watson, Thomas, 1557?-1592, attributed name.
|
1593
(1593)
|
STC 25122; ESTC S111630
|
12,579
|
34
|
doth hope faire florish Heere end my life no let not death desire me Loue hope and life and all with me must perish For sorrow woe griefe teares and plaints oft plained Sighes loue hope life and I must die disdained Sonnet 40. THe common ioye the cheere of companie Twixt myrth and mone doth plague me euermore For pleasant talke or musicks melodie Yelds no such salue vnto my secret sore For still I liue in spight of cruell death And die againe in spight of lingring life Feede still with hope which doth prolong my breath But choackt with feare and strangled still with strife VVittnes the daies which I in dole consume And weary nights beare record of my woe O wrongâ— full world which makst my fancie fume Fie fickle Fortune fie thou art my foe O heauie hap so froward is my chance No daies nor nights nor worlds can me aduance Sonnet 41. Imperious loue who in the prime of youth I light esteemed as an idle toy Though late thy fierie dart hath causd my ruth And turnd sweet happines to darke annoy VVhy hast thou pleasure in my harts deepe groning And dost not rew and pittie my vexations VVhy hast thou ioy at my laments and moning And art not moued at my imprecations VVhy hast thou stroke my hart with swift desire And perst my Ladies eies with fell disdaine VVhy hath fond fancie set my thoughts on fire And pent my hart in prison of sad paine VVhy am I drownd in dolors neuer ceasing My ioies still fading and my woes increasing Sonnet 42. O Thou that rulest in Ramnis golden gate Let pittie pierce thy vnrelenting mind Vnlade me of the burthen cruell fate Fell enuious fates too cruell and vnkind Haue heapt vpon me by too froward loue Too froward loue the enemie of fortune Whose fierce assaults my hart too late did proue My sillie hart which sorrow did importune Yet in thy power is my harts redeeming My harts redeeming from vile thraldomes force Vile thrall to one my sorrowes not esteeming Though shee be cruell yet haue thou remorce Be thou to me no more inconstant variable But let thy fickle wheele rest firme and stable Sonnet 43. LOng haue I swome against the wished waue But now constrained by a lothsome life I greedilie doe seeke the greedie graue To make an end of all these stormes and strife Sweete death giue end to my tormenting woes And let my passions penetrate thy brest Suffer my hart which doth such griefes in close By timelie fates inioie eternall rest Let me not dwell in dole sith thou maist ease me Let me not languish in such endles durance One happie stroke of thy sad hand will please me Please me good death it is thy procurance To end my harts griefe heart shee did abhorre thee O hast thee gentle death I linger for thee Sonnet 44. LOng haue I sued to fortune death and loue But fortune loue nor death will daine to heare me I fortunes frowne deaths spight loues horror proue And must in loue dispairing liue I feare me Loue wounded me yet nill recure my wounding And yet my plaints haue often him inuoked Fortune hath often heard my sorrowes sounding Sorrowes which my poore hart haue welnigh choked Death well might haue beene moued when I lamented But cruell death was deafe when I complained Death loue and fortune all might haue relented But fortune loue and death and all disdained To pittie me or ease my restles minde How can they choose since they are bold and blinde Sonnet 45. WHen neither sighs nor sorrowes were of force I let my Mistres see my naked brest where view of wounded hart might worke remorce And moue her mind to pittie my vnrest VVith fled fast eie shee gazed on my hart wherein shee saw the picture of her beautie which hauing seene as one agast shee start Accusing all my thoughts with breach of duetie As if my hart had robd her of her faire No no her faire bereand my hart of ioy And fates disdaine hath kild me with dispaire Dispaire the fountaine of my sad annoy And more alas a cruell one I serued Lest loued of her whose loue I most deserued Sonnet 46. MY Mistres seeing her faire counterfet So sweetelie framed in my bleeding brest On it her fancie shee so firmelie set Thinking her selfe for want of it distrest Enuying that anie should inioy her Image Since all vnworthie were of such an honor Tho gan shee me command to leaue my gage The first end of my ioy last cause of dolor But it so fast was fixed to my hart Ioind with vnseparable sweete commixture That nought had force or power them to part Here take my hart quoth I with it the picture But oh coy Dame intolleberable smart Rather then touch my hart or come about it She turnd her face and chose to goe without it Sonnet 47. BEhold deare Mistres how each pleasant greene will now renew his sommers liuerie The fragrant flowers which haue not long beene seene will flourish now ere long in brauerie But I alas within whose mourning mind The grafts of griefe are onelie giuen to grow Cannot inioy the spring which others find But still my will must wither all in woe The lustie ver that whilome might exchange My griefe to ioy and my delight increase Springs now else where and showes to me but strange My winters woe therefore can neuer cease In other coasts his sunne doth clearely shine And comfort lend to euery mould but mine Sonnet 48. THe tender buds whom cold hath long kept in And winters rage inforst to hide their head will spring and sprowt as they doe now begin That euerie one will ioy to see them spread But cold of care so nips my ioies at roote There is no hope to recouer what is lost No sunne doth shine that well can doe it boote Yet still I striue but loose both toile and cost For what can spring that feeles no force of ver what hower can flourish where no sunne doth shine These balles deare loue within my brest I beare To breake my barke and make my pith to pine Needs must I fall I fade both root and rinde My branches bowe at blast of euerie winde Sonnet 49. DIana and her nimpâ—s in siluane brooke Did wash themselues in secret farre apart Buâ— bold Acteon dard on them to looke For which faire Phoebe turnd him to a Hart. His hounds vnweeting of his sodaine change Did hale and pull him downe with open crie He then repenting that he so did range would speake but could not so did sigh and die But my Diana fairer and more cruel Bereft me of my hart and in disdaine Hath turnd it out to feede on fancies fuel And liue in bondage and eternal paine So hartles doe I liue yet cannot die Desire the dog doth chase it to and fro Vnto her brest for succour it doth flie If shee debarre it whither shall it go Now liues my hart in danger to be slaine Vnlesse her