loue and the paper zeale Wherewith the poore Swaine did his plaints reueale Pitty he pleaded for with 's soule and heart And with much weeping pray'd me ease his smart For by the paper I might eas'ly see That he did weep much when he wrot to mee Loue thou art powerfull I confesse it now Though of thy lawes I did not late allowe But if thy might to murther did extend Thou hast wrong'd him and also me his friend For I must thinke if he by loue was slaine Though thy hand did it 't was through my disdain Disdaine sayd I yea yea I did disdaine him Els I had pitty'd when he first did plaine him And therefore Loue I must hold thee excus'd For Loue not me but I haue Loue abus'd Then let me neuer thinke that Loue did ill him But rather yeeld that my disdaine did kill him 'T was so indeed in very deed 't was so 'T was my owne selfe that wrought my selfe this woe For had I been kind as I might haue been Still had I kept my comely Corauin Still had I kept my comely Corauin Had I been kinde as oh would I had been But wretched I would not be wonne too 't then Ah foolish Females why should we wrong men Why should a selfe-will'd woman work his death That loues her dearer then his deare-lifes breath VVhy should we prize Virginitie so hie That e're wee 'le lose it let our Louers die When th' one 's an Idoll that 's but good in name And nothing else how ere we prize the same Th' other is the rarest frame on earth From whose faire being first our selues took birth But I 'm vnwise as women aye haue bin And haue both wrong'd my selfe and Corauin Not onely in this but many other things Which now much sorrow by remembrance brings For had he sometimes proffer'd me a kisse Why should a true friend such a fauour misse I 'de frowne and say he was too peremptory Then he poore soule would straight-way say I 'm sorry If I offend you I le no more assay Yet as one iniur'd I would fling away And scarce come neere him of a good while after To make him grieue whilst I grew fat with laughter But weighing at length how hainously he tooke My sharpe rebuke I with a smiling looke Would comfort him and say Come Corauin Too much vnkindnes for one kisse hath bin To make amends with take thee two or three Though I seem'd coy I le not be so to thee And therefore come sweet-heart and take inow Mayds though th' are squeamish lou't as well as you VVhat 's hardly gotten men most highly deeme But what 's soone purchast slightly they esteeme Then blame me not although I seemed coy Louers like babes must beg for euery toy And in th'obtaining thinke th' are happy too By getting that which others cannot doe But whither am I carry'd with this veine Of my conceited counterfeit disdaine Since to be coy and something seeming nice Is not disdaine disdaine 's as cold as Ice But my affection like to coales of fire In ashes wrapt vp lest they should aspire Was inly hot with feruency of zeale Though to my selfe I did the same conceale Fire hid in ashes hardly is containd But loue inuelloped more hard restrain'd Then since I inwardly did hold him deare And inward passions penetrate most neere I must needs thinke my sorrow-tyred tongue Hath been o're apt to doe my owne selfe wrong In saying my disdaine should worke his woe Who was not loathed but beloued so That I esteemd him dearer then my life And onely hoped to haue been his wife And well I might for he deseru'd no lesse But to enioy the brauest Shepheardesse For oh he had such worthy qualities And was so faire well-fauour'd and so wise That euery Shepheardesse did like and loue him Althogh their beauties had no pow'r to moue him Onely my selfe sweet Corauin affected The rest he lou'd not nor their loues respected I know he lou'd mee and for euer will Resolue my selfe that he doth loue me still Loues me in death as dearely as in 's life And oh me thinks I heare him call me wife Wife was his word Wife would he euer call me Oh that no other title had befall me For then ah then I need not tell yee how I 'de bin as happy as i 'm haplesse now For now I 'm neither Widdow Mayd nor Wife And yet all three and so I 'le end my life I 'le end my life oh that it now were ended For then by Death I should be much befriended And with my Corauin should quickly be Whose hou'ring ghost now seems t' appeare to me And lookes as grimly as if some were heere That were the meanes to make away my Deare Or that his passage Caron hath deni'd To th' Eliz'an fields for Louers purifide Vntill the world takes notice of his wrongs By my complaint to whom it most belongs If it be so sweet Corauin be sure Thou shalt not long thy wandring course indure I 'le doe thee all the right that I can doe Which being done I will come to thee too But yet ah wretched and vnhappy I Though die I would as yet I cannot die Those that would liue Death quickly takes away But those that would die them he doth delay Iniurious Fates why should your Factor Death So forward be to suffocate the breath Of iocond Shepheards and of Iou'all spirits And flie from them that wretchednesse inherits But oh I now perceiue wherefore he flies me And why although intreated he denies me To end my daies Oh 't is because that hee Murther'd my Corauin for louing mee For if nor Loue nor my disdaine did slay him Surely 't was Death that did from hence conuay him Death yea 't was Death and none but Death did doe it Yet gods nor men ne're gaue consent vnto it Meager fac'd monster most enuious slaue With Natures best gift why didst fill a graue Thou vn-seene shaddow gastly and most grim VVhy hast thou fild a vasty vault with him With him that was Earths all-admired Creature And did surpasse all Shepheards for sweet feature VVith him that graced th' Arcadian Plaines And was the glory of their goodly Swaines With him that was the Mirror of all men That e're was seene or e're shall be agen VVith him that was indued from aboue VVith all the gifts that gods and men doe loue VVith him whose youth was vertuously inclin'd And as the Sun doth lights all Swaines out-shin'd VVith him that was belou'd of all saue thee And therefore slaine t'extract these teares from me Accursed Death most cruell and vnkind Hauing slaine him why leau'st thou me behind VVhy may not I that am his onely Wife Associate him as well in death as life VVhy should I liue and draw a loathed breath When my deare Loue lies in the lawes of Death Wee reade of VVomen throw themselues in fire When as their louing husbands liues expire Portia tooke burning Coales
their endlesse woe Sit and condole them whom he iniur'd so VVhich being done let him goe seeke out Death And changing's quiuer bid him stop the breath Of those weake wights whom he with Loue did wound Or else vntimely time shall him confound This Death may doe but those whom Loue hath slaine With Deaths dart cannot be reuiu'd againe For Loue in this without commission went But whom death slaies 't is with the fates consent Death hath authority for to destroy But Loue should not kill but procure mens ioy And therefore Loue was too too blame in this To vse Deaths engines and giue bale for blisse Great faults deserue no fauourable meed Yet b'ing thus check'd and punish'd for the deed Since though a god he 's but a childe good sooth And being blinde he sees not what he doth At his returne let our displeasures end For I 'm perswaded heele no more offend To this great Ioue and all the gods agreed And being cōfirmd adiornd the court with speed Cupid departed and to earth he goes To sit and heare the sorrowes sighes and woes Of the sad Swaines for those whom he had slaine But most for Corauin they did complaine And eu'ry one of them exclaim'd on Death Not thinking Cupid had reft him of breath Vntill the time that he was clad in clay Which woe is me was on Saint Peters day A day of dread Oh had it neuer bin T'intombe in clay the comely Corauin The comely Corauin the more griefe 's mine In th' earth that day the shepheards did inshrine Inshrine aye me they did and I must say When I name that I name a weeping day A weeping day Yea so it was indeed For then heauen wept and th' hearts of men did bleed Did bleed 't is true their hearts did bleed and they Did nought but weepe vpon that wofull day That wofull day the clouds of heau'n distill'd A world of water wherewith they were fill'd VVere fill'd yea fill'd and so let fall awaie As if they 'd meant t' haue drown'd the earth that day That day the Sun a sable weed did weare And with a blacke hood hid his golden hayre That day the skie put on a mourning cloake And shew'd no vapours but what seem'd like smoake That day the earth was all as blacke as Iet Onely with teares wherewith 't was ouer-wet That day a sort of most sweet siluer bells Did nothing sound but sad-tun'd dolefull knells That day there was a world of weeping eyes Sorrow 's no niggard of sighs teares and cries That day each Shepheard wore a Cypresse wreath Vpon his head and all blacke Say beneath That day was Corauins sad funerall Which still 's lamented and for euer shall A goodly troope did on his hearse attend And more had done if they his death had kend For Candida ne're knew that he was dead Vntill she heard that he was buried And then too soone 't was knowne and she did goe Whil'st Cupid was there that did breed her woe Lo now my Muse is come to nought but mourning Her ioyes are past and hopelesse of returning Oh you that euer felt the force of Loue Or know what powerfull pass'ons it doth moue You that haue wept and sigh'd and grieu'd and gron'd When but your selues none knew for what you mon'd You you oh you you that know loue indeed You whose soules melt whose very hearts doe bleed At the remembrance of the sweet sweet name Of sacred Loue the soueraigne King of flame 'T is you I call to you that I implore If yet you haue or sighes or teares in store Oh lend me them or some of them at least Much he hath need of makes a liberall feast One Muse vnlesse inspired from aboue Can ne're expresse the passions of true loue One man 's too weake in iudgement and in wit T'explane the force and the effects of it Oh helpe me then helpe both my Muse and mee That by your ayd it may described bee The little streams of water small brooks giue her Doe quickly make a full-vein'd flowing Riuer So eu'ry accent eu'ry sigh or teare That you lend mee my work will help 't vpreare Hard is the heart that will no helpe extend Especially for Loues sake to a friend Come then and ayd me and in hope you will In Loues deepe passion now I le dip my quill Candida hearing of these heauy newes Doth sigh sob sownde and all sad actions vse Oh heauens quoth she why do I liue thus long Or why hath Death and Time done me this wrong Why haue they got my Corauin away Why haue they lapp'd his comely corps in clay VVhy hath heau'n let that fowle Fiend Death haue power To crop the blossome of that scarse-bloom'd flower Why haue the Fates so fayre a Shepheard slaine VVhy haue they robd me of so rare a Swaine Why haue they stolne the lustre of my life Why got a hop'd-for husband from his wife Why dimd the Sun that shin'd vpon me heere And left me neither Loue nor friend nor pheere Why vnsuspected hath time him betray'd VVhy made m'a widdow whilst I am a Mayd VVhy hath he reft me of all ioyes in one And why left me to wayle now he is gone Oh what did moue the gods to be so cruell As to depriue me of my dearest Iewell As to depriue me of my dearest Iewell And leaue me like a fire without fuell Fire without fuell soone will fade and die And without Corauin euen so must I Euen so must I. Yea and great reason too For want of his life doth my life vndoe VVhat els had I wherein I tooke delight VVhat ioy had I but onely in his sight What comfort had I but in Corauin VVhat hearts content but whereas he hath bin VVhat pleasure to me did this world extend VVhat other solace but that one sweet friend VVhat did I loue or what did I hold deere But onely him my Loue my life my pheere And is he gone is he vntimely slaine By Loue or Death or by my owne disdaine Oh which of vs three hath the Murtherer bin VVhich of vs was it that kil'd Corauin Loue was it thou oh if thou did'st it speake For if Loue kil'd him griefe my heart will breake 'T will wound my soule euen to the very death If Loue hath reft my deare-belou'd of breath I know he lou'd me and that wondrous well And I lou'd him more deare then tongue can tell But oh 't was long before that I could do it And much adoe he had to bring me to it He su'de he seru'd and often sought vnto mee By pray'rs plaints teares and all that else might woo mee But I relentlesse was and slinty hard And his great griefes but little did regard I was too young to feele the force of Loue Teares plaints nor pray'rs could me to pitty moue Then would he write and as he wrote hee 'd weep Blood was his inke which he in teares would steep The pen shew'd pure
pray'd me be content And to appease my anger fell to kissing Loues chief'st delight when th' other thing is missing But whil'st he kist I striu'd and struggled so VVee both grew breath-lesse then he let me go Yet oft we met there But my Corauin Ne're after that intic'd me vnto sin Nor any kindnesse would presume to craue More then my selfe thought good to let him haue For since he held a glance to be a grace And kissing fauour in the highest place Whereby we see lew'd suites must be controld Or th' hand of lust will soone make loues heart cold Mayds must not let men haue their minds of them Chastity's precious like a Diadem And hardly kept as Crownes are kept by Kings So many seeke for to subuert such things But leauing that which oh too well is knowne For few there are that can defend their owne Let me cease talking of it and returne To where I left my deare Deares losse to mourne For ill it fits me whom sad woe hath ceaz'd To speake of ought wherewith I ear'st was pleas'd Ioyes are no ioyes that doe in sorrow end Misery most commonly doth come vnkend And when we thinke we are in saf'st estate Mischiefe stands neer'st the maine to ruinate For lo when I beheld those happy daies Which e'rst I spoke of and I once might praise I little feared that which now I finde To quench my hopes in this vnhappy kinde Griefe the onely issue of vnhappy creatures The bane of beauty and best-formed features Should haue brought me into th' estate I 'm now For to sit thus and sigh and grieue with you For losse of Corauin whom you lou'd dearely Yet onely me his death concernes most neerely For he was mine my best and chiefest part The onely ioy and comfort of my heart And therefore I haue the most cause to mourne Though your loues will not let me weepe alone Yea it is I and none but onely I That for his death haue cause to sit and cry To cry complaine to sorrow sigh and mone Till like to wofull Niobe now a stone I be transformed from the forme I beare And haue no sence t' afford or feele a teare For Corauin when he resign'd his breath Gaue me this gift his death should be my death My death indeed for oh why should I liue To whom my Loue this Legacy did giue Why should I liue and sit lamenting heere Vpon the earth when heau'n doth hold my Deare It is vnfit since we two were as one That I should liue now my deare Loue is gone Ah time why art thou now so slowly paced That wont'st to flit more swift then th' hart that 's chased Why in my sorrowes dost thou seeme to leaue me That of all ioyes so lately did'st bereaue me For hauing done the worst that thou couldst doe In killing him why dost not kill me too Why bring'st not Death vrg'd by this occasion On my liues kingdome to make sterne inuasion Hast thou tooke al from me that thou couldst take Sauing my selfe that now is sorrowes make And leau'st thou me distressed as in scorne To be times abiect that did time adorne For I was held the onely Paragon That e're th' Arcadian Shepheards look'd vpon Made they not Odes and Sonnets eu'ry day Which to the world my beauty did bewray VVho was 't could pipe and did not sound my praise Whose name adorned all their Roundelayes Was I not th' onely obiect of their eyes At whom they would as at the Suns arise The Saluadge people doe stand in a maze Worshipping that whereon their eyes did gaze VVhat argument did any of them hold So confident it could not be controld As of my beauty person and rare wit Which oft made multitudes to muse at it Each Shepheardesse enui'd my ex'lent parts As th' onely Adamant to attract mens hearts And sayd that I was honord of each Swaine As Cynthia is of all her starry traine This time I had and thus I was reputed But what I was is now by woe confuted And with my woe the wretchednesse of time Vpbraydeth me as guilty of a crime For letting slip occasions that were offer'd And losing time when loue in time was proffer'd Telling me now ah that no time could tell mee What I forsooke and what hath since befell mee Saying I had oh that I had so still A time wherein I might haue wrought my will I had a time wherein I liu'd content I had a time of sport and merriment I had a time wherein I tooke delight I had a time when time was worth the sight I had a time wherein I might haue bin More kinder then I was to Corauin I had a time e're time tooke him from mee VVhich ioy'd my heart that happy time to see But now ah now that time 's vntimely past And where weale was there wretchednes is pla'st Aye me most miserable of all mayds aliue More tyranny no Tyrant can contriue Then time hath shew'd to take all did content me And now to mocke and with much griefe torment me But still it falls out oh disasterous Fate That the most fayre are most vnfortunate For as w' are blest with beauty from aboue So w' are accurst by being crost in Loue Which makes the meanest and most black of all Despight our fayrenesse and desire our fall Glorying to see the ruine of our state For whom men loue most them most women hate It grieues our Sexe to see a supreme fayre To liue vnblemish'd breathing in the ayre And e're they shall vnscandalized liue Most shamelesse they will them shames liu'ry giue But why against this huge-made monster many Doe I inueigh that ne're was wrong'd by any Ne're wrong'd by any yes yes and enuide If not by some too palpably belide But ah I recke not what reports they make I 'le suffer all for my sweet Louers sake For if in Corauins behalfe they speake They shall do well their wraths on me to wreake Too much blame cannot vpon me be layd For I deserue the worst that can be sayd Iust are the heauens in punishing me thus And yet I 'm wrong'd Oh who can right discusse None but the gods my iniuries doe know Each mortal's ignorant how my griefes doe grow Would I had ne're liu'd to haue felt Loues force Enuious Death then had not made diuorce So vnexpectedly twixt him and mee Thus to prouoke my sorrowes as you see Aye me it is for Corauin that I Now sigh and grieue and weepe thus wofully Dead is my Deare Oh would he were not so Ioy heau'n thou hast him he did thither goe On earth he could not no he could not stay Heau'n got him hence like Ganimed away None but my dearest deare-lou'd Corauin Corauin onely could Ioues fauour win Vp to the heau'ns the gods haue got my Loue Royally roab'd he there attends on Ioue Would I were with him and coequally In heau'n establish'd in eternity No doubt I shall but ah I cannot yet Angels
seats are most difficult to get Retyre then thoughts for till my death's day I Cannot attaine to immortality And dye I would not till the world doth know No flatt'rers tongue can true affection show Directly how my Corauin was lost Iniurious Fates how are we wretches crost Death doth depriue vs of our Dearest friends And yet conceales the causes of their ends Are we so much despis'd of heau'nly Pow'rs Not what they gaue vs we may keepe as ours Did heau'n not once giue Corauin to me Can they reuoke it I not iniur'd be Oh no no no I know they cannot do it Rob'ry's vniust whose're ads ayd vnto it And therefore heau'ns I say and gods are cruell Vniustly to depriue me of my Iewell If I doe wrong you heau'ns and gods I pray Now now oh now oh take me now away Take me away yea yea so let it be And whose're kild him lay the guilt on me Say my vnkindnes kil'd the flower of Swaines The comely'st Shepheard that e're kept these Plaines Yet 't was not I my coynesse nor vnkindnesse But t' was this Boy-god Loue misse-led my blindnesse For on my soule I n'ere intended ought That wrong'd my Deare in word or deed or thought But Loue 't was thou 't was thou and none but thou That murther'dst him and mak'st me mourne heere now 'T was thou that did'st bereaue me of my ioy And now dost drench me in this dyre annoy 'T was thou that did'st my youths fayre hopes delude And all my comforts cruelly exclude 'T was thou that did'st destroy my Dearest friend With whome my loue and dear'st delight did end 'T was thy hand gaue my heart this cause of woe And made these eyes like raging streames or'eflow 'T was thou that mad'st these Shepheards fall a weeping And leaue their fayre flocks carelesse without keeping 'T was thou didst all whereof I doe complaine Thy cursed Bow my best-belou'd hath slaine And in that act thou hast perform'd all ill For who can do a worser deed then kill Ah Cupid Cupid thou hast stain'd thy name Both heau'n and earth are full of thy defame And more shall be there staid and sigh'd and groan'd Such wofull wights are worthy to be moan'd Then turn'd her selfe and wistly look'd about Till she spide mee that still paints passions out VVhome shee desir'd as e're I lou'd a Woman Which pow'rfull speech can be withstood by no man That I would write her wrongs and woes at large At whose request I vndertooke this charge And thus reply'd Thou subiect of my verse If silly I thy sorrowes must rehearse Daine thou Diuin'st of creatures to infuse A fluent spirit into my feeble muse That vnborne Issues in my worke may see What thy perfections could performe by mee Thou art my Subiect and my Sweet Muse too From whome flowes all of all I wish to doe Three dayes and nights I haue already spent Of thy sad sorrowes for to see th' euent And ten times three more willingly I 'le spend To make thy woes vnto the wide-world kend Thanks she return'd me and requitall vow'd True beauty like true vertue is not proud But him that merits still it will affect Though witlesse Dowdies doe all worth neglect Then vnto Cupid turn'd her speech agen Women are more impacient then men 'T is thou quoth she that makest me forlorne 'T is thou that mak'st me hold my life in scorne 'T is thou that hast of all contentment reft me And nought but woe and wretchednesse now left me Ah woe is me that euer I knew Loue Since thereby I thus miserable proue Since thereby I thus miserable proue VVoe to the time that euer I knew Loue. Was it for this Dame Nature did her best To frame my face more fayrer then the rest Was it for this I did reiect so many And but that one could loue or like of any Was it for this that I would go so trim To gaine his loue then be beguild of him Was it for this that I did tricke my hayre And sought all meanes to make me supreme fayre Was it for this that I so carelesly Forsooke my flockes to keepe him company Was it for this that I tooke no delight In any thing but onely in his sight Was it for this nor wealth nor wit could win My flint-hard heart to let loue lodge therein Though many a sweet and worthy Swaine did woo me Till he did come whose death doth quite vndoe mee Ah Loue blinde Loue how blindly dost thou lead vs And like a false friend badly dost bestead vs Is this the guerdon thou didst promise me To pay with death my Loues long-look'd for fee Is this the comfort I did hope to haue For Bride-grom's bed my Bride-groome in his graue Oh eyes henceforth be you no longer eyes But hauing seene these sad calamities Turne into riuolets of running teares And as small drops of raine the Marble weares So dig you channels and indent deepe creekes In my now clowdy and discolour'd cheekes And let your lights which e'rst did shine as cleare As heau'ns bright lamps no more to men appeare But be you dim nay darke and shaded euer Keepe your close Cells and be disclosed neuer And thou my face faire beauties late-lou'd field Such as Arcadian Swaynes haue seene but sil'd Neuer seeme amiable in mans eye But let thy Roses and thy Lillies dye And now let wrinckles mixt with morphew grow Where their quaint colours made a curious show And you my lips much prais'd by many a man Be as you are now euer pale and wan Riuell chicke pill and let my sighs consume yee As odorous breath wont balme-like to perfume yee And thou my skin the lou'ly lawny vayle That keep'st my corps within an Iuory Gayle Turne to a yellowish or Tawny hiew And be vnpleasing to all peoples view And likewise you my Saphire-colourd veines In whom my liues yet purple blood remaines Wither dry cling together and henceforth Stop my bloods course till it turne nothing worth And you my brests two Snowy appenynes More priz'd by many then th' Indian mines With all the rest of my admired parts Wherewith I conquered a world of hearts Waste and consume fade and fall quite away For life I loath and now for death I stay For life I loath and now for death I stay And for my Loues-sake now wish life decay Which sayd the poore wretch with much woe confounded Gaue a great sigh and hauing sigh'd she swounded Whereat the Shepheards which did weepe before Now wrung their hands and wayl'd and wept much more And stood awhile amazed at this chance Then wrought they meanes to wake her from her trance One rubs her temples and another he Doth clap her cheekes till crimson red they be Another wrings her Nose vntill the blood Inrag'd starts out to see if hee were wood One wrench'd her pretty fingers in his hand Another whooping in her eare doth stand Thus as they grieu'd to see what did befall her So
and swallowed Hating to liue her husband being dead Cleopatra for Loue of Anthony With sting of Aspicks did most stoutly die And shall not I although a Shepheardesse Resolue like them since in the like distresse Shall I bee tim'rous and not imitate The worthy'st women for a worthy mate No I 'le not be diuorced from my Deare Since he is gone I 'le not sit grieuing heere Sweet Corauin I 'le come to thee ' ere night And giue my life to gaine my Louers sight But then ah then who shall thy death deplore These my laments doe make thy losse seeme more Therefore I 'le liue and let the world to ken How much I priz'd thee more then other men VVho although dead to others yet in mee Thou shalt liue still and still my True-loue be For so thou art in deed loh so thou art Thou onely holdst possession of my heart Possession of my heart thou holdst in deed And shalt for euer none shall thee succeed Then why should I imagine thou art slayne And why inueygh 'gainst Loue and Death in vayne Come Candida 't is folly thus to doe Thou iniur'st them both and thine owne selfe too They did not kill sweet Corauin Ah no. Some vncouth accident hath bred this woe Some qualme o're's heart or else some extasie Bred by conceit begot by ielousie Of griefe might kill him seeing many seeke me Lest some of them as well as he might leeke me Yea sure 't was so so did he die no doubt No death's vntimely but time brings it out Heauen will not haue a murther to be hid But first or last bewrayes the homicid But if griefe kild him 't is in vaine to weep For 't will kill all that doo 't long company keep Then Candida awhile lay teares aside And tell what loue-tricks did in 's life betide Tell how hee 'd sit and pipe so prettily That all Swaines ioy'd to heare his harmonie Each Nimph and Shepheardesse that now remains In any of these neighbouring Groues or Plains From Fountaines and from fieldes would flock with speed To heare him play vpon his Oeten Reed And as they daily vsed for to doe So would the Satyrs and the Dreiads too How oft haue I my milke-white flocke forsooke And slily stolne downe to a silent brooke My Corauins sweet Songs and Oads to heare When he poore soule thought little I was there Amongst the Reeds oh wherefore did he hide him At vnawares I oftentimes haue spyde him There would he sit and sometimes sing and play And sometimes weep and many woes bewray Sometimes his musicke did delight mine eare Sometimes I 'd sigh his sad complaints to heare And to my selfe say Lo I can relieue him But I 'le not doo 't 'cause purposely I 'le grieue him Tut let him languish pule and pine awhile Who sighs for loue makes his beloued smile For as the Adamant doth Diamonds drawe Or little Ieat extracts the longest strawe Euen so my beauty binds him to obey To seeke to sue and serue me euery way Faire women alwaies specially the witty Loue to be lou'd but loue not to shew pitty Though faire-fac'd foolish ones that do not know How to esteem the beauties that they owe May like a Puppy that is playd withall As oft as touch'd be apt to take a fall But we that know what pow'r our beauties haue Can at out Altars make them creepe and craue And thinke th' are happy too and if they may But get a kisse for courting vs all day For we doe vse to trie before we trust How should we else distinguish Loue from lust Men are deceitfull and will sweare they loue vs Calling to record gods and heau'n aboue vs When they intend no loue at all vnto vs But onely lust wherewith they lay t' vndoe vs Seeking to vndermine by subtill Arts The weake made fortresse of our feeble hearts For what i' st wit or Art or gold can doe But they will vse if not abuse them too Onely to gaine their wicked wils of vs Whom they 'l soone cast off if they conquer thus Ah beauty borne to multitudes of troubles How many wayes thy misery redoubles Subiect thou art vnto suspition still And art condemn'd thogh thou commit'st no ill Feare and foule Ielouzie thy attendants bee Sickenes and age doe each howre threaten thee Besides all this men both with gold and wit Seeke beauties ruine and lay siedge to it Nay more then thus it doth it selfe betray And to our foes our weakenes doth bewray No maruell then though faire ones feele much woe VVhen all these enemies assaile them so But in this case I wrong my Corauin Who giltlesse was of suche gregious sin For why his loue was most immaculate As free from folly as 't was far from hate For when vpon his pipe he did sit playing Or his sad passions seriously bewraying He did desire his Candida might heare Both what his pastimes and his plainings were His heart and tongue concurring both in one Made him wish audience when he was alone For Louers that do no dissembling vse Can make no faults but what Loue may excuse But flattring fellowes that come cogging to vs Surely they lou's not that with slights do wo vs Their praise and proffers are like lime-twigs laid Wherewith t' ensnare an vnsuspecting mayd But Corauin did loue vnfainedly Free were his thoughts from fraud and flattery For with his tongue his heart did speake to me Happy were mayds might all so wooed be Nothing but pure thoughts which proceeded still From true affection and intire good will Which made me loue him and oft times go looke Loue teacheth Louers to search euery nooke VVhether he were in flow'ry field or Groue Or to some fountaine had his fayre flocke droue Where if I found him as perhaps I did For Loue may lie close but not long be hid Like pretty Lambs wee 'd sport and play together VVooers are wags or wantons choose you whether Then though my Deare to my great griefe be dead Yet let our meetings be remembered Mickle good pastime had we two alone And oh most pleasing 'cause 't was seene to none Loue takes no liking where strange eies may see 't But where most secret there 't is still most sweet Oh how the kisses and the kind imbraces VVhich past betwixt vs twaine in priuate places Now being remembred rauisheth my sence And with my sorrowes seemeth to dispence Bidding me leaue my sad Laments awhile And with then amorous talke this time beguile Which for my Loues sake I am loth to doe But weak's our sexe and wandring-minded too VVe like the Moone our minds must often change All women vs't and therefore 't is not strange Then if one passion can expell another Loue for a while Deaths sad designements smother Whil'st I relate in this lamenting time Our pretty pastimes in Loue pleasant prime This is my lip kinde Corauin would say When on my soft lip his sweet finger lay This is not