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A14826
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The tears of fancie. Or, Loue disdained
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T. W., fl. 1573-1595.; Watson, Thomas, 1557?-1592, attributed name.
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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
hart my hart wil entertaine Sonnet 50. HAand hart and eie tucht thought and did behold The onelie glorie that on earth doth grow Hand quakt hart sighd but eie was foolish bold To gaze til gazing wrought harts grounded woe The obiect of these senses heauenlie saint with such a maiestie did me appall As hand to write her praise did feare and faint And hart did bleede to thinke me Beauties thrall But eie more hardie than the hand or hart Did glorie in her eies reflecting light And yet that light did breede my endles smart And yet mine eies nill leaue there former sight But gazing pine which eie hand hart doth trie And what I loue is but hand hart and eie Sonnet 51. EAch tree did boast the wished spring times pride when solitarie in the vale of loue I hid my selfe so from the world to hide The vncouth passions which my hart did proue No tree whose branches did not brauelie spring No branch whereon a fine bird did not sit No bird but did her shrill notes sweetelie sing No song but did containe a louelie dit Trees branches birds and songs were framed faire Fit to allure fraile minde to careles ease But carefull was my thoughts yet in dispaire I dwelt for brittle hope me cannot please For when I view my loues faire eies reflecting I entertaine dispaire vaine hope reiecting Sonnet 52. EAch Creature ioyes Appollos happie sight And feede them selues with his fayre beames reflecting Nyght wandering trauelers at Cinihias sight Clere vp their clowdy thoughts fond fere reiecting But darke disdayne eclipsed hath my sun VVhose shining beames my wandering thought were guiding For want whereof my litle worlde is done That I vnneath can stay my mind from sliding O happie birds that at your pleasure maie Behold the glorious light of sols a raies Most wretched I borne in some dismall daie That cannot see the beames my sun displaies My glorious sun in whome all vertue shrowds That light the world but shines to me in clowds Sonnet 53. IN Clownes she shines and so obscurely shineth That like a mastles shipe oâ— seas I wâ—nâ—â—er For want of her to guide my hart that pineth Yet can I not intreat ne yet command her So am I tied in Laborinths of fancy In darke and obscure Laborinths of loue That euerie one may plaine behold that can see How I am fetterd and what paines I proue The Lampe whose light should lead my ship about Is placed vpon my Mistris heauenlie face Her hand doth hold the clew must lead me out And free my hart from thraldomes lothed place But cleane to lead me out or Lampe to light me She scornefullie denide the more to spight me Sonnet 54. BLame me not deere loue though I talke at randon Terming thee scornefull proud vnkind disdaineful Since all I doe cannot my woes abandon Or ridde me of the yoake I feele so painefull If I doe paint thy pride or want of pittie Consider likewise how I blase thy beautie Inforced to the first in mournefull dittie Constrained to the last by seruile dutie And take thou no offence if I misdeemed Thy beauties glorie quencheth thy prides blemish Better it is of all to be esteemed Faire and too proud than not faire and too squemishe And seeing thou must scorne and tis aprooued Scorne to be ruthles since thou art beloued Sonnet 55. MY loue more bright than Cinthias horned head That spreads her wings to beautifie the heauens When Titan coucheth in his purple bed Thou liuest by Titan and inioiest his beames Shee flies when he begins to run his race And hides her head his beautie staines her brightnes Thou staiest thy beautie yeelds the sunne no place For thou excelst his beames in glories sweetnes Shee hath eclips thou neuer doest eclips Shee sometimes wanes thy glorie still doth waxe None but Endymyon hangeth at her lips Thy beautie burnes the world as fire doth flaxe Shee shines by months thou houres months and yeares Oh th 〈…〉 beautie should inforce such teares Sonnet 56. WEre words dissolued to sighs sighs into teares â—â—d euerie teare to torments of the mind The minds distresse into those deadly feares That find more death than death it selfe can find VVere all the woes of all the world in one Sorrow and death set downe in all their pride Yet were they insufficient to bemone The restles horrors that my hart doth hide where blacke dispaire doth feede on euerie thought And deepe dispaire is cause of endles griefe where euerie sense with sorrowes ouer-wrought Liues but in death dispairing of reliefe whilst thus my hart with loues plague torne asunder May of the world be cald the wofull wonder Sonnet LVII THe hunted Hart sometime doth leaue the Hound My Hart alas is neuer out of chace The liue-hounds life sometime is yet vnbound My bands are hopeles of so high a grace For natures sickenes sometimes may haue ease Fortune though fickle sometime is a friend The minds affliction patience may appease And death is cause that many torments end Yet I am sicke but shee that should restore me Withholds the sacred balme that would recute me And fortune eke though many eyes deplore me Nill lend such chance that might to ioy procure me Patience wants power to appease my weeping And death denies what I haue long beene seeking Sonnet LVIII WHen as I marke the ioy of euery wight Howe in their mindes deepe throbbing sorrow ceaseth And by what meanes they nourish their delight Their sweete delight my paine the more increaseth For as the Deare that sees his fellow feede Amid the lusty heard himselfe sore brused Oâ— as the bird that feeles herselfe to bleede Aâ—d lies aloofe of all her pheeres refused So haue I found and now too deerely trie That pleasure doubleth paine and blisse annoy Yet still I twit my selfe of Surcuidrie As one that am vnworthy to inioy The lasting frute of such a heauenly loue For whom these endles sorrowes I approue Sonnet LIX OFt haue I raild against loue many waies But pardon loue I honour now thy power For were my Pallace Greece Pyramides Cupid should there erect a stately bower And in my Pallace sing his sugred songs And Venus Doues my selfe will finely feede And nurce her sparrowes and her milke white Swans Yea in my restles bosome should they breede And thou deare Ladie sacred and diuine Shalt haue thy place within my hart assignd Thy picture yea thy fierie darting eien Ile carrie painted in my grieued mind The chiefest coulleâ—s shall be scarlet blood Which Cupid pricketh from my wofull hart And teares commixt shall further forth my good To paint thy glories cording their desart I now am changd from what I woont to be Cupid is God And there is none but he Sonnet LX. WHo taught thee first to sigh A lasse sweet hart loue Who taught thy tongue to marshall words of plaint loue Who fild thine eies with teares of bitter smart loue Who gaue thee griefe and made thy ioyes so faint loue VVho first did paint with coullers pale thy face loue VVho first did breake thy sleepes of quiet rest loue VVho forst thee vnto wanton loue giue place loue VVho thrald thy thoughts in fancie so distrest loue VVho made thee bide both constant firme and sure loue VVho made thee scorne the world and loue thy friend loue VVho made thy mind with patience paines indure loue VVho made thee settle stedfast to the end loue Then loue thy choice though loue be neuer gained Still liue in loue dispaire not though disdained FINIS T. W.