then he That shines at noone in Summer tide Hast giuen me light and powre to see With perfect skill my sight to guide Till now I liu'd as blind as Mole That hides her head in earthly hole I heard the praise of beauties grace Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill I gaz'd on many a louely face Yet found I none to bind my will Which made me thinke that beauty bright Was noting else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my sight I blush to thinke I was so blind Thy flaming eyes afford me light That beauties blaze each where I find And yet these Dames that shine so bright Are but the shadow of thy light XXX CANZONET Death in loue MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are dry My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voyce is hoarse and can no longer cry My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburd'ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she cals in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begun In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse depart and let me dye Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the sky And make thee scorne blind fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thee entertaine Desire and Fortune with despight haue slaine My Lady dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of me Then good my Muse flie backe to heau'n againe And let me dye to end this endlesse paine XXXI CANZONET Breake heauy heart BReake heauy heart and rid me of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vaine by night with teares I wast away Away I wast with teares by night in vaine Teares sighes by night by day encrease this paine Mine eyes no eyes but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but floods to moyst my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My smart my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blinde dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griefe And yet my teares though dride runne downe amaine And yet my heart though spent attends reliefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting cry in vaine breake heauy heart XXXII CANZONET Desires gouernment WHere wit is ouer-ruld by will And will is led by fond desire There reason were as good be still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The heart must rule the head obay What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When he that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list pe force So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne XXXIII CANZONET Loues properties TWixt heat and cold t'wixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife I liue in death in cold I fry Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead First burning heate sets all on fire Whereby I seeme in flames to fry Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lye Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate â—o end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despaire to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright XXXIIII CANZONET Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care If needs I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot dye If nought but losse I reape in stead of gaine If lasting paine do euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusde sometime Now shut thine eares and my request deny Still must I liue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuo XXXV CANZONET The passionate Prisoner YE walls that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosd wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flye O shut your selues each chinke and creuisse straine That none but you may heare me thus complaine My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to heare but beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnesse of my paine As for my teares whose streames must euer last My silent couch shall drinke them vp as fast XXXVI CANZONET Hopelesse desire soone withers and dyes THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Yet if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and dry No maruell though the branches dye While hope did liue within my brest No Winter storme could kill desire But now disdaine hath hope opprest Dead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote and spire was loue No sap beneath no life aboue And as we see the rootlesse stocke Retaine some sap and spring a while Yet quickly pâ—â—â—â— life lesse blocke Because the â—oâ—te doth life beguile Sâ— liues desiâ—â— which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is reft XXXVII CANZONET Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THE lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flye her spleene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Sâ—â—s haue their furges so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith is in the fewest words The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True hearts haue eyes and eares no tongues to speake They heare and see and sigh and then they breake XXXVIII CANZONET An answere to the first staffe that loue is vnlike in Beggars and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismires anger with the Lyons rage What is the buzzing flye where Eagles be A drop the sparke no Seas can Aetna swage Small is the heate in Beggars breasts that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings Who shrouds himselfe where slender haires cast shade
passed loue 112 Of the Sunne A Iewell being a Sun-shining c. 113 To his mistresse eyes 114 His hart araigned of theft c 115 Deadly sweetenesse 116 Ladies eyes fed Cupid for darts fire 116 Loues contrarieties 117 Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope 118 That he is vnchangeable 119 Vpon her absence 120 The louers absence kils me her presence c. 121 Faire face and hard heart 123 An Inuectiue against loue 124 Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lure 125 Carâ— wil not let him liue nor hope dye 126 In praise of the Sunne 127 Death in loue 128 Breake heauy heart 129 Desires gouernment 130 Loues properties 1â—1 Liuing death 132 The passionate Prisoner 132 Hopelesse desires soone withers dies 233 Naturall comparisons with perfect loue 134 Loue is not like in beggers and in Kings 134 To time 137 A hymn in praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of Musick 138 An hymn in praise of his Mistresse face 141 Vpon her palenesse 142 Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the Poxe 143 Of Corinâ—es singing 143 In the grace of wit tong and face 144 An inuectiue against women 145 Of loue gift 146 The anotomy of loue 147 Loue the only price of loue 148 D Death in loue 128 Description of loue 23 Desire of hope 133. 134 Desire hath coÌ„quered reuenge 86 Desires gouernement 130 Dialogues Between a louer and his Lady 57 Between a Louer and Cupid 189 Betweene a louer death and Cupid 190 Betweene a louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen brest 104 Betweene the louer and his heart 50. 129 Betweene the soule and the Body 56 In praise of Astraea 156 Didoes inscription 106 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Disdaines Altar sacrifice 55 Dispraise of a courtly life 152 Dispraise of louers folly 242 Deuine 1 Dozen of points 44 Diall 46 Deuises A Lottery before Queene Elizabeth 42 Inscriptions of Thesbe Orestes Aiax Romulus Fabritius Curio and Cato Vtican 47 to 50 Of the lightnesse of a Woman 50 A Dialogue betweene the louer his heart 50 A Dialogue betweene a louer death and loue 51 Phaleuciacks 52 Phaleuciacks 53 Phaleuciacks 54 An altar and sacrifice to disdaine 55 Vpon beginning without making an end 56 A Dialogue betweene the soule the body 56 Saphicks vpon the Passion of Christ 57 A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his Lady 57 Of mans fall in Adam and restoring by Christ 59 Elegies He renounceth his foode and former delight 196 For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour 197 To his Lady who vowed Virginity 199 Her Praise is in her want 202 Of a womans heart 202 Loues Embassie c 203 Eglogues Eglogue intituled Cuddy 175 Eglogue concerning old age 192 Epigrams Ad Alian 255 In Herm 256 De Mannella 256 De Milone 256 De Codro 257 Ad quintum 257 To poore Schollers 257 In Cinnam 258 To his friends 258 De Philone 258 Ad Pessimos coniuges 259 A rule for courtiers 259 On a painted Courtizan 259 In Aulam 259 For a looking glasse 260 On a limping Cuckold 260 On Crambo a lowzie shifter 260 In Asinium 260 In Quintum In Sabam 261 In Aulum 261 Epitaphs An Epitaph on King Henry the 3 King of France 265 An Epitaph on King Henry the 4 King of France 265 An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth 266 Epistles Sundry Epistles or letters in verse 662 F Fabritius Curio his Vertues 49 Face 141 145 Faire face and hard heart 123 Falling band 45 Fanne 46 Fortunes Wheeles 43 G Garden 21 Garters 45 Girdle 44 Glasse 144 Gloues 44 Gift 146 H Hand 110 Handkerchiefe 44 Hexameters to Sir Philip Sidney 262 Horace imitated 20 Hearts captiuity 93 Hymnes In praise of Musick 138 In praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of his mistresse face 141 I Of Aiax who kild himselfe 48 Of Cato Vtican who slew himself 49 Of Climennestra and her sonne Orestes 49 Of Dido 106 Of Fabritius curio 49 Of Romulus who was nursed by a she Wolfe 48 Of Thesbie 47 Inuectiue against loue 107. 124 Inuectiue against women 145 Inuerted rimes of loue 158 Ixion his torments 20â— K Kisse begged 208 Kisse receiued 209 King Henries Epitaph 265 Kniues 44 L Lace 4 Lawyer 2 Lenuoy in riming 53 Loue makes a man a Poet 84 Lottery presented before Queene Elizabeth 42 Lots 44 Loue enters by fame 87 Loue like childrens Physicke 87 Loue punishable with loue 71 Louers knot 216 Loue the only price of loue 148 Louers complaint 136 Loues contention 73 Loues contrarieties 117 Loues description 123 Loues discommodities 110 Loues dispraise and folly 242 Loue verball â—14 Loues naturall comparisons 134 Loues properties 131 Loues Embasie 203 Lye 100 M Maid 45 Married man 3 Marriners song speech 42 Maske 44. 66 Meditations on the frailty of mans life 27 Marchant 3 Madrigals He must loue her if he loue his life 205 That all happines is deriued from her 205 Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead 206 Vpon his departure 206 To Cupid 207 Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne health 208 He begs a kisse 208 Vpon a kisse receiued 209 Allusion to the confusion of Babel 209 To her hand vpon giuing him her gloue 210 Cupid proued a Fencer 210 He compares himself to a candle-flye 211 Answer to the question what loue is 211 Vpon his timerous silence in her presence 212 Vpon her long absence 212 Vpon her hiding her face from him 213 Vpon her heauty and inconstancy 213 In praise of her eyes 214 Verball loue 214 In praise of two 215 To his ladies garden being absent far from her 215 The true loues knot 216 In praise of his loue 217 N Necklace 46 Neptunâ—s praise 140 Nutmeg 46 O That only her beauty and voyce pleaseth him 218 Vpon her protestation of kind affection 219 His restlesse estate 220 His farewell to his mistresse 223 A Prosopopaeia wherein his heart c. 224 Vpon her giuing him backe the paper c. 225 Commendation of her beauty stature c 226 That each creature hath his abiding 227 His Lady to be condeÌ„ned c 228 A Dialogue betweene him and his heart 229 Wherein his Lady keepes his heart 231 The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires 232 Desire and hope 233 Vpon visiting his Lady by moon-light 234 The kind louers complaint 236 Vnhappy eyes 238 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Cupids marriage with dissimulation 240 Dispraise of Loue and louers follyes 242 To his Muse 243 To his heart 244 A defiance of disdainefull loue 146 The tombe of dead desire 247 Three Odes translated out of Anacreon 148 A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart 249 Anacreons second Ode 251 Anacreons third Ode 252 That time and absence proues ra-rather helps theÌ„ hurts to loues 253 Of Cinthia 254 P Petrarckâ— sonet Pace non trouo c. 108 Physitian 2 Poxs 143 Poesie of a Ring 44 Prayer book 45
you in you I liue no more Your heart a Seruant new mine a new Saint enioyeth My sight offēds your eies mine eies your sight annoieth Since you held me in scorne by you I set no store Yet if dead Loue if your late flames returne If you lament your change count me your sole treasure My loue more fresh shall spring my flame more bright shall burne I le loue none else but you loue you without measure If not vntrue farewell in sand I le sow no graine Nor plant my loue but where loue yeelds me loue againe III. SONET To Mistresse Diana PHoebus of all the Gods I wish to be Not of the world to haue the ouerseeing For of all things in the worlds circuit being One onely thing I alwaies wish to see Not of all hearbs the hidden force to know For ah my wound by herbes cannot be cured Not in the Sky to haue a place assured For my ambition lies on earth below Not to be Prince of the Celestiall quire For I one Nimph prize more then all the Muses Not with his bow to offer Loue abuses For I Loues vassall am and dread his yre But that thy light from mine might borrow'd be And faire Diana might shine vnder me IIII. SONET Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My Muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heau'nly beames are o're my fight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabled me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eies my loue your heart displeasing Breede hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing V. SONET That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my in ward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my will my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or teares that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured VI. SONET Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shin'de and the most heauenly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultlesse features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humaine creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare VII SONET Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the praises of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweete that onely Soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath then to part Or who of Proteus sundry tranformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanely pend So fit for you to take and me to send VIII SONET To Pitie WAke Pitie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe but quickly here my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That if my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing dye and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy cry Because her glory in my death will die IX SONET Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioyn'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euery noble mind Why then doe I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if it be false such glosing words refraine If true O then let worth his worth obtaine X. SONET Her answere in the same Romes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euery noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to thwart The freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome much disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should not worth worths due obtaine XI SONET Vpon her comming though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater cruelty My constant faith her false vnconstancy My praises stile hero're prais'de worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moone-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoarse Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth
binde Who diuers verse to diuers matter frame All kind of stiles do serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I find The lofty verse doth shew her noble mind By which she quencheth loues inraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kind In mournefull Tragicke verse for her I dye In Comicke she reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace and strife Each word she speakes doth cause both death and life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone XXXII SONET Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite thereby Rash was reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hasts amaine And stops each passage least Desire should flye Within my eares disdainefull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine eyes with scornful traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start XXXIII SONET To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causer of my paine That to my soe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And bosts of winning that which reason sold Too late you call for helpe to me in vaine Whō loue hath bound in chains of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hot desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like wind dispearst the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbuor quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw XXXIIII SONET Ten Sonets to Philomel Sonet I. Vpon Loues entring by the eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage weare By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I garded them and void of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my heart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweete Phylomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pittty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Only because to loue thee it presumed XXXV SONET O Why did Fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traytor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her gifts concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly deaths paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I dide XXXVI SONET Of his owne and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIcknesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content herewith like meanes it wrought My Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well XXXVII SONET Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his eyes That his dart life did misse though her it hit Yet not therewith content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoyle her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended XXXVIII SONET Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against the Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which neere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be for'st to drowne XXXIX SONET Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spy Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blinde yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy XL. SONET WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Sonne scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her deny To burne the picture which was in my heart The more loue burn'd the more her Picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine XLI SONET To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sunne eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects
streames with double force Where lockes or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweete sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere Which from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my burning paine But if my deere returne aliue and sound That these mine eies may see her beauty bright My heart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light She shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse XXIIII CANZONET The Louer absence kils me her presence cures me THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snow By strugling hard gets out her tender head And spies farre off from where she lies below The winter Sunne that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light Where heate is wanting to restore her might What doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with byting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the scent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and Prisnor both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may be My heart opprest with heauy frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deare to me Kild vp with cold and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater griefe So This be saw her louer through the wall And saw thereby she wanted that she saw And so I see and seeing want withall And wanting so vnto my death I draw And so my death were twenty times my friend If with this verse my hated life might end XXV CANZONET Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou flear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy dearest name which doth me still betray For grace sweete grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my smart Then since thou seest the life I lead in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest XXVI CANZONET An inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire betride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defa'st But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did show Loue is the streame whose waues so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetnesse liking win But as the deepe o'reflowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choaking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flattring lookes the louers life doe spill XXVII CANZONET Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute IN happy time the wished faire is come To fit my Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde Great pitty 't is so sweete a Lute be dumme That so can please the eare and ease the minde Go take thy choise and chuse the very best And vse them so that head and heart find rest Rest thou in ioy and let me waile alone My pleasant daies haue tane their last farewell My heart-strings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lye in pieces broke so small That scarce they serue to make me frets withall And yet they serue and binde my heart so straite That frets indeed they serue to fret it out No force for that in hope thereof I waite That death may rid me both of hope and doubt But death alas drawes backward all too long And I each day feele now increase of wrong XXVIII CANZONET Care will not let him liue nor hope let him dye MYy heauy heart which griefe and hope torment Beates all in vaine against my weary breast As if it thought with force to make a vent That death might enter to procure my rest But foolish heart thy paines are last I see For death and life both flie and follow thee When weight of care would presse me down with paine That I might sinke to depth of death below Hope lends me wings and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Boate which windes driue to the shore And tides driue backward where it was before Thus neither hope will let me die with care Nor Care consent that hope assure my life I seeke for life death doth his stroke prepare I come to death and life renewes my strife All as the shadow followes them that flie And flies from them that after it doe hie What is my hope that hope will faile at last And griefe get strength to worke his will on me Either the waxe with which hopes wings are fast By scalding sighes mine eies shall melted see Or else my teares shall wet the feathers so That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe XXIX CANZONET In praise of the Sunne THE Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light to see withall In vaine doth cast his beames away Where they are blind on whom they fall There is no force in all his light To giue the Mole a perfect sight But thou my Sunne more bright
fauer Or a new Mistresse finde But neither out alas may be Scorne in her and loue in me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her cruelty XI ODE A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With prayers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her goe for shee le not be conuerted Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She is most faire though she be marble hearted How often haue my sighes declar'd mine anguish Wherein is daily anguish Yet doth she still procure it Heart let her goe for I cannot endure it Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She gaue the wound and she alone must cure it The trickling teares that downe my cheeks haue flowed My life haue often shewed Yet still vnkind I proue her Heart let her goe for nought I doe can moue her Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Though me she hates I cannot chuse but loue her But shall still a true affection owe her Which prayers sighes teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She made me hers and hers she will retaine me But if the loue that hath and still doth burne me No loue at length returne me Out of my thoughts I le let her Heart let her goe oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. Fixt in the heart how can the heart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile me Till teares sighes praiers faile me Shall yet my loue perseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Teares sighes praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer XII ODE Where his Lady keepes his heart SWeet Loue mine onely treasure For seruice long vnfained Wherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell me in what part My Lady keepes my hart If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined Which fire and art haue fined Her thrall my heart I render For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide If in her eyes she binde it Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I onely wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her breast haue dained With kindnesse to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone XIII ODE The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me dry And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The senselesse stone that from on hie Descends to earth below With greater hast it selfe doth ply The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see my selfe so neere the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke XIIII ODE Desire and hope DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest vertue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extreames are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts they send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is loue in words faire words may faine Is loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnesse raigne Yet few or none so craue it Thou wouldst be lou'd and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For vertue why of her alone I say no more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be ought but of youth XV. ODE Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioyn'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames who mou'd your mind To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are clearer then the daies XVI ODE Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be dry When will my sighes be spent When will desire agree to let me die When will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Least thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler be Then giue me leaue to dye And shew thy power thereby XVII ODE The kind Louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in me procure you peace If wrong to me to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy doe flow When my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die full faine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since nothing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest What can my life
your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite deny Mine eies so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are dry Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes Whilst that the stone roules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest Which breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue XVIII ODE Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beauty spy As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a fury needlesse He that hath it shall dye speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kill none whom loue hath fired XIX ODE Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with warre o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I dye that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away XX. ODE Cupids Marriage with disimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needs will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to show Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neare And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweete small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis XXI ODE Dispraise of Loue and Louers follyes IF loue be life I long to dye Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scâ—pes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which loue do entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight I ft hap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the meade Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala XXII ODE To his Muse REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred breast Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choyce What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voyce Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and scorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine XXIII ODE To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st in vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thought'st thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threed thy fancy spun Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pitty thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shun the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lye not still for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and dye Yet neuer feare to flye XXIIII ODE A defiance to disdainefull loue NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to mooue thy mind What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as
my Sunne eclipsed sendeth Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired Witnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies And breast with sighes like stormy winds neare riued O shine then once againe sweete Sunne on me And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire Whereof these raging Meteors framed be In my poore heart by absence of my faire So shalt thou prooue thy beames thy heate thy light To match the Sunne in glory grace and might XLII SONET Vpon sending her a gold ring with this Poesie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the loue which I you beare Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious when you shall it weare So my loues nature you shall vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My loue which ne're disloyall thought did staine Hath it no end so endlesse is my loue Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t is tride So doth my loue yet herein they dissent That whereas gold the more t' is purifide By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying XLIII SONET The hearts captiuitie MY cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue Draw backe said she your hopelesse loue from me Your worth requires a farre more worthy place Vnto your suite though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may be so my deere but as the Sunne When it appeares doth make the starres to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do runne All others quite out of my heart you banish The beames of your perfections shine so bright That straight-way they dispell all others light I. D. XLIIII SONET For her heart onely ONely sweete Loue afford me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory couers That they to me no beame of light impart Although they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeke of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweete content I am content that sweete content to lose If they sweet Will will not barre me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue Nor let it be the pledge of kindnesse more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet loue I aske not such bold fauours as before I beg but this afford me but thy heart For then I know thou wilt the rest impart XLV SONET BEst pleas'd she is when loue is most exprest And sometime saies that loue should be requited Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righted When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose heart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sunne yet still benighted By her despaire is blam'de and hope supprest She still denies yet still her heart consenteth She grants me all but that which I desire She fuell sends but bids me leaue the fire She lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish loue by reason of thy blindnesse I dye for want of loue yet kild with kindnesse XLVI SONET VVHen a weake child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernesse cannot sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his paine Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a dyet O I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weaknesse dead if I but take The pleasantest receit that art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake But ah faire God of Phisicke it may be But Phisick to my nurse would me recouer She whom I loue with beauty nurseth me But with a bitter mixture kils her louer Yet I assure my selfe I should not die If she were purged of her crueltie XLVII SONET WEre I as base as is the lowly plaine And you my loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend to heauen in honour of my loue Were I as high as heau'n aboue the plaine And you my loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottomes of the Mayne Whereso'ere you were with you my loue should go Were you the earth deere loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand eyes Till heau'n wax't blind and till the world were dun Where so'ere I am below or else aboue you Where so'ere you are my heart shall truly loue you XLVIII SONET THe Poet◠faine that when the world began Both sexes in one body did remaine Till loue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this diuision he the heart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the heart That if there were a reuniting euer Each part might know which was his counterpart See then deere loue th' indenture of my heart And reade the cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your heart be not the counterpart Of my true hearts indented chast desire And if it be so may it euer be Two hearts in one twixt you my loue and me I. S. XLIX SONET Loues seuen deadly sinnes MIne eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First proud sith it presum'd to looke so hie A watchman being made stood gazing by 2. And Idle tooke no heed till I was caught 3. And Enuious beares enuy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nie 4. To kill my heart mine eye let in her eye And so content gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue From her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. Vnchast a bawd betweene my heart and loue 7. A glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damn'd in loues sweete fire L. SONET To two most Honor 〈◊〉 and vertuous Ladies and Sisters the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland the Ladie Anne Countesse of Warwicke YE Sister-Muses do not you repine That I two Sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truly rare Then the whole troope of all the heau'nly nine But if ye aske me which is more diuine I answere like to their twin eies they are Of which each is more bright then brightest starre Yet neither doth more bright then other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious tongues take pleasure to speake well How should I you command sith either one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The on ly praise I can you giue is this That one of you like to the other is H. C. LI. SONET To my Lord the Prince DEareling of these of future times the glory Branch royall sprung from many a regall stemme On whose faire structure written is the story Of
griefe A liuing death an euer-dying life A breath of reasons law a secret thiefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot that euer hits Loue is a blinded God a way-ward Boy A laborinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue of beauties will a witlesse toy A rauenous bird a tyrant most vniust A burning heate in frost a flattring foe A priuate hell a very world of woe Yet mighty Loue regard not what I say Who in a trance do lie reft of my wits But blame the light that leades me thus astray And makes my tongue thus raue by frantike fits Yet hurt me not least I sustaine the smart Which am content to lodge her in my heart VIII CANZONET Petrarks Sonnet translated Pace non trouo non hodasar guera I Ioy not Peace where yet no war is found I feare and hope I burne yet freeze withall I mount to heauen yet lye stil on the ground I nothing hold yet I compasse all I liue her bond which neither is my foe Nor friend nor holds me fast nor lets me goe Loue will not let me liue nor let me dye Nor locks me fast nor suffers me to scape I want both eyes and tongue yet see I cry I wish for death yet after helpe I gape I hate my selfe yet loue another wight And feede on griefe in lieu of sweete delight At the selfe time I both lament and ioy I stil am pleas'd and yet displeased still Loue sometimes seemes a God somtimes a Boy Sometimes I sinke sometimes I swim at will Twixt death and life small difference I make All this deere Dame endure I for thy sake IX CANZONET He proues himselfe to endure the hellish torments of Tantalus Ixion Titius Sisyphus and the Belides IN that I thirst for such a Goddesse grace As wants remorse like Tantalus I die My state is equall to Ixions case Whose mangled limbs are turn'd continually In that my rolling toiles can haue no end Nor loue nor time nor chance will stand my friend In that my heart consuming neuer dies I feele with Titius an equall paine Vpon whose heart a vulture feeding lies In that I rise through hope and fall agine By feare like Silyphus I labour still To turne arowling stone against a hill In that I make my vowes to her alone Whose eares are deafe and will retaine no sound With Belides my state is all but one Which fill a Tub whose bottome is not sound Thus in my heart since loue therein did dwell Are all the torments to be found in hell X. CANZONET Loues discommodities WHere heate of loue doth once possesse the heart There cares oppresse the mind with wonders ill Wit runs awry not fearing future smart And fond desire doth ouer-master will The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke Nor ouer-watched eyes desire to winke Footsteps are false and wauering too and fro The pleasing flower of beauty fades away Reason retires and pleasure brings in woe And wisedome yeeldeth place to black decay Counsell and fame and friendship are contemn'd And bashfulâ— shame and Gods themselues condemn'd Watchfull suspect is linked with despaire Inconstant hope is often drown'd in feares What folly hurts Fortune cannot repaire And miserie doth swim in seas of teares Long vse of life is but a lingring foe And gentle death is only end of woe XI CANZONET Allegory of his Loue to a Ship THe Souldier worne with wars delights in peace The Pilgrime in his ease when toyles are past The ship to gaine the Port when stormes do cease And I reioyce discharg'd from loue at last Whom while I seru'd peace rest and land I lost With wars with toiles with storms worne tir'd tost Sweete liberty now giues me leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish Chance by lots rul'd euery thing How error was main saile each waue a teare The master loue himselfe deepe sighs were winde Cares row'd with vowes the Ship a pensiue mind False hope the healme oft turn'd the ship about And constant faith stood vp for middle mast Despaire the Cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Beauty was all the rocks but I at last Haue gain'd the the Port and now my loue is past XII CANZONET Execration of his passed loue I Curse the time wherein these lips of mine Did pray or praise the dame that was vnkind I curse my Inke my paper and each line My hand hath writ in hope to please her mind I curse her hollow heart and flattring eyes Whose â—lye deceits did cause my mourning cries I curse the sugred speech and Syrens song Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine care I cursse my foolish will that staid so long And ooke delight to bide twixt hope and feare I curse the houre wherein I first began By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man I curse the dayes that I haue spent in vaine In louing one vngratefull and vnkinde I curse the Bow and shafts that bred my paine And Loue I curse that Archer nak'd and blind But on that howre that my fond loue doth end Millions of blessings I will euer spend XIII CANZONET Of the Sunne A Iewell being a Sunne-shining vpon the Marigold closed in a heart of gold sent to his Mistresse named Mary THe Sunne doth make the Marigold to flowrish The sunnes departure make it droupe againe So golden Maries sight my ioyes do nourish But by her absence all my ioyes are slaine The sunne the Marigold makes liue and die By her the sun shines brighter so may I. Her smiles do glad the sunne and light the aires Reuiue my heart and cleare the cloudy skye Her frownes the aire make darke the Sunne to loure The Marigold to close my heart to dye By her the sunne the flowre the aire and I Shine and darken spread and close liue and dye You are the sunne you are the golden Mary Passing the Sunne in brightnesse gold in powre I am the flowre whom you do make to vary Flowrish when you smile droupe when you do lowre Oh let this heart of gold Sun and flowre Sill liue shine and spring in your hearts bowre XIIII CANZONET To her eyes FAine would I learne of thee thou murth'ring eye Whether thy glance be fire or else a dart For with thy looke in flames thou mak'st me fry And with the same thou strik'st me to the heart Pierst with thy lookes I burne in fire And yet those lookes I still desire The Flie that buzzeth round about the flame Knowes not poore soule she gets her death thereby I see my death and seeing seeke the same And seeking find and finding chuse to dye That when thy lookes my life haue slaine Thy lookes may giue me life againe Turne then to me those sparkling Eyes of thine And with their fiery glances pierce my heart Quench not my light least I in darkenesse pine Strike
deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life be spilt Kill me as often as thou wilt XV. CANZONET His heart araigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The Bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'enditement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His plea was such as each man might descry For grace and truth were read in either eye Yet forc'd to speake his Farther Plea was this That sore pursu'd by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he labour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes red rest Tooke sanctuary from his troubled brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true entent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That truth might raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide XVII CANZONET Deadly sweetenesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweet teares the drink that more augments my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which waste my life at first Sweete thoughts sweete teares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies XVIII CANZONET Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to find Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He look't that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Depâ—iâ—â—â—e wound though none apeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'd to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had bin fire I gaz'd vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Then that where grow both shafts and fire XIX CANZONET Loues contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that long since is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To think what toies do tosse my troubled head Aow most I wish that most I should refraine And seeke the thing that least I long to find And find the wound by which my hart is flain Yet want both skill and will to ease my mind Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long lo see and yet I shun her sight I scald in sun and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to dye I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Hen cogor voti nescius esse mei XX. CANZONET Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweete is thy promise but it will not stand Smooth soft faire sweete to them that lightly touch Rough hard soule soute to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thought that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I find And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choise were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine XXI CANZONET That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe old old new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyse is made change he that list for me Such as I am such will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwayes be Mine eyes confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full content desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes be Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Pheoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth euery way True loue with age doth dayly cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies be What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be XXIII CANZONET Vpon her absence THe summer sunne that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and driues the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine My Ladies presence burne me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling
teares sighs griefe had soone all words expeld At last when flouds of teares began to cease And stormes of weary sighs more calme to blow As he went on with words his griefe to ease And remnant of his broken plaint to shew He spide the skye ore-spred with nightly cloude So home he went his flock and him to shrowde Enbulus his Embleme Vni mihi Pergama Restant F.D. VII PASTORALL Eglogue intituled Cuddy 1 A Little Heard-groome for he was no bett When course of yeare return'd the pleasant spring At breake of day without-en further lett Cast with himselfe his flock a field to bring And for they had so long beene pent with paine At sight of Sun they seem'd to liue againe 2 Such was the flocke all bent to brouse and play But nothing such their master was to see Downe hung his drouping head like rainy day His cheekes with teares like springs bedewed be His wringed hands such silent moue did make Well may you guesse he was with loue y'take The while his flocke went feeding on the greene And wantonly for ioy of Summer plaide All in despight as if he n'ould be seene He cast himselfe to ground full ill appaide Should seeme their pleasance made him more complaine For ioy in sight not felt is double paine 4 Vnhappy boy why liu'st thou still quoth he And hast thy deadly wound so long agoe What hope of after hap sustaineth thee As if there might be found some ease of woe Nay better dye ten thousand times then liue Since euery houre new cause of death doth giue 5 The ioyfull Sunne whom cloudy winters spight Had shut from vs in watry fishes haske Returnes againe to lend the world his light And red as rose begins his yearely taske His fiery steedes the steepy welkin beate And both the hornes of climing bull doe heate 6 But ah no Sunne of grace appeares to me Close hid she lies from whom I should haue light The cloudes of blacke disdaine so foggy be That blind I lye poore boy bereft of sight And yet I see the Sunne I seeke to find And yet the more I see the more am blind 7 Thrice happy ground whom spoyld with winters rage The heat of pleasant spring renewes againe Vnhappy I who in my spring of age The frost of cold despaire hath wel-nigh slaine How shall I bide your stormy winters smart When spring it selfe hath frorne my bloodlesse heart 8 I see the beauty of thy flowers renew Thy mantle greene with sundry colours spred Thou seest in me a change of former hew Palenesse for white blacknesse for liuely red What hope of haruest fruit or Summer flowers Since that my spring is drownd with teares like showers 9 And last of all but lieu'st of all to me Thou leany flocke that didst of late lament And witnesse wast for shepheards all to see Thy knees so weak thy fleece so rough rent That thou with paine didst pine away vnfed All for thy master was with loue misled 10 Now ' ginst as earst forget thy former state And range amid the buskes thy selfe to feed Faire fall thee little flocke both rathe and late Was neuer Louers sheep that well did speed Thou free I bound thou glad I pine in paine I striue to die and thou to liue full faine 11 Woe worth the stund wherein I tooke delight To frame the shifting of my nimble feete To cheerefull sound of Pipe in Moone-shine night Such pleasance past at erst does garme greet I ween'd by night haue shun'd the parching ray But night it selfe was twice more hot then day 12 Then first of all and all too soone for me I saw thilke Lasse yea more then saw her too Her Christall eyes more bright then Moone to see Her eyes her eyes through which I am vndoo On them I gaz'd then saw I to my cost Through too much sight mine onely sight is lost 13 Where beene the dapper ditties that I dight And Roundelaies and Virelaies so foot Whilome with Collins selfe compare I might For other swaine to striue was little boot Such skill I had in making all aboue But all too little skill to conquer loue 14 What helps it me to haue my piping praiz'd Of all saue her whom onely I would please Nought care I though my fame to sky be raiz'd For pleasant song that brings my heart no ease Wherefore both Pipe and song I all forsweare And former pleasance vtterly forbeare 15 With that he cast his looke to Welkin high And saw the doubled shadowes flie away And as he glanst halfe in despight awry He spide the Shepheards starre shut in the day Then rose and homeward with his flocke him went Whose voyce did helpe their masters case lament VIII PASTORALL Made long since vpon the death of Sir Philip Sidney Thenot. Perin PERIN arred what new mischance betide Hath reft thee of thy wonted meriment Faire feeds thy flock this pleasant spring beside Nor loue I weene hath made thee discontent Sild age and loue doe meete in one consent Perin Ah Thenot where the Ioy of heart doth faile What maruaile there if mirth and musicke quaile See how the flowers of the field do spring The purple Rose the Lilly white as snow With smell and colour for an haruest King May serue to make vs young againe I trow Yet all this pride is quickly laid full low Soone as the roote is nipt with northerne cold What smell or beauty can we then behold Thenot. As good not heare as heard not vnderstand My borrell braines through old beene all too dull Sike mister meaning nill by me be scand All as my face so wrinkled is my skull Then say me Perin by the hope of Wull And by thine Ewes blowne bags and bag pipes sound So not one Aneling in thy flocke be found Perin Ah Thenot by thine all-derliefest Lasse Or whatsoeuer is more deere to thee No bagpipe name let song and solace passe Death hath vndone my flock my pipe and me Dead is the sheeps delight the shepheards glee Broke is my pipe and I my selfe forlorne My sheepe vnfed their fleeces rent and torne Thenot. I mickle mus'd such vncoth change to see My flocks refus'd to feede yet hale they were The tender Birds sate drouping on the tree The carelesse Lambs went wandring heere and there My selfe vnknowne a part of griefe did beare Ne wist I why yet heauy was my heart Vntimely death was cause of all this smart Vp Perin vp aduance my mournefull layes Sound loud thy pipe but sound it dolefull wise Perin Who else but Thenot can the Muses raise And teach them sing and dance in mournefull guise My fingers stiffe my voyce doth horsely rise Thenot. All where is Collin and his passing skill For him it fits our sorrow to fulfill Perin T'way sore extreames for Collin presse so neere Alas that such extreames should presse him so The want of wealth and losse of loue so deere Scarse can he breath from vnder heapes of woe
a womans heart O Faithlesse world and thy most faithlesse part A womans heart The true shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feauers of desire and pangs of loue Which toyes remoue Why was she borne to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for aire And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Till I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more then triumphs of deniall To see a tryall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes yeeld and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswel thy shames passions that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womans brest Is but a guest VI. ELEGIE Loues Embasie in an Iambicke Elegie VNhappy verse the witnesse of vnhappy state Make thy self fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And flye forth vnto my loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on her heauenly Virginals If in bed tell her that mine eyes can take no rest If at boord tell her that my mouth can taste no food If at her Virginals tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffereth no sleepe Say that raging Loue doth appall the weake stomacke Say that lamenting loue marreth the Musicall Tell her that her pleasures were wont to lull me asleepe Tell her that her beauty was wont to feed mine eyes Tell her that her sweet tong was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindly rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely food Now do I alwaies die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer The end of the third Booke THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF Madrigals and Odes I. MADRIGALL THough you be not content That I poore worme should loue you As Cupids power and your sweete beauty cause me Yet deere let pitty moue you To giue me your consent To loue my life as law of nature drawes me And if my life I loue then must I too Loue your sweete selfe for my life liues in you II. MADRIGALL Borrowed out of a Greeke Epigram HEe 's rich enough whose eyes behold thee Who heares thee sing a Monarch is A Demy-God who doth thee kisse And loue himselfe whose armes infold thee III. MADRIGALL Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead O Faire yet murdring eyes Starres of my miseries Who while night clouds your beames How much you wish my death shew in your dreames Is' t not enough that waking you do spill me But you asleepe must kill me O kill me still while you your sleepe are taking So you lend me kind lookes when you are waking The sound of thy sweet name my dearest treasure Delights me more then sight of other faces A glimpse of thy sweete face breedes me more pleasure Then any others kindest words and graces One gracious word that from thy lips proceedeth I value more then others Doue-like kisses And thy chast kisse in my conceit exceedeth Others embraces and loues chiefest blisses IIII. MADRIGALL Vpon his departure SVre Deere I loue you not for he that loueth When he from her doth part That 's Mistresse of his heart A deadly paine a hellish torment prooueth But when sad Fates did seuer Me farre from seeing you I would see euer I felt in my absenting No paine nor no tormenting For sence of paine how could he find That left his heart and soule behind V. MADRIGALL To Cupid LOue if a God thou art Then euermore thou must Be mercifull and iust If thou be iust O wherefore doth thy Dart Wound mine alone and not my Ladies heart If mercifull then why Am I to paine reseru'd Who haue thee truely seru'd While she that by thy power sets not a flye Laughs thee to scorne and liues at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted be Heale me like her or else wound her like me VI. MADRIGALL Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne health IN health and ease am I Yet as I senselesse were it nought contents me You sicke in paine doe lie And ah your paine exceedingly torments me Whereof I can this onely reason giue That dead vnto my selfe in you I liue VII MADRIGALL He begs a kisse SOrrow slowly killeth any Sodaine ioy soone murthers many Then sweete if you would end me T is a fond course with lingring griefe to spend me For quickly to dispatch me Your onely way is in your armes to catch me And giue me doue-like kisses For such excessiue and vnlookt-for blisses Will so much ouer-ioy me As they will straight destroy me VIII MADRIGALL Vpon a kisse receiued SInce I your cherry lips did kisse Where Nectar and Ambrosia is My hungry maw no meate requires My thirsty throate no drinke desires For by your breath which then I gained Camelion like my life 's maintained O grant me then those cherries still And let me feed on them my fill If by a surfeit death I get Vpon my tombe let this be set By cherries twaine his life he cherisht By cherries twaine at length he perisht IX MADRIGALL Allusion to the confusion of Babell THE wretched life I liue In my weake sences such confusion maketh That like the accursed rabble That built the Towre of Bable My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadly hates me My chiefest good her that 's my chiefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole hope that with despaire amates me My Balme I call her that with poyson fils me And her I terme my life that dailie kils me X. MADRIGALL To her hand vpon her giuing him her gloue O Hand of all hands liuing The softest moystest whitest More skil'd then Phoebus on a Lute in running More then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily In stealing hearts most slily Since thou deere hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay me thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou steal'st my Hart. XI MADRIGALL Cupid proued a Fencer AH Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fencer tooke thee But as a Fencer oft faines blowes and thrusts Where he intends no harme Then turnes his balefull arme And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts So thou with fencing art Fayning to wound mine eyes hast hit my hart XII MADRIGALL He compares himselfe to a Candle flye LIke to the seely flye To the deere light I flye Of your disdainefull eyes But in a diuerse wise She with the flame doth play By night alone and