plaine appeare Like faith like hardnesse and like brightnes cleare II. Maruel I do not though thou doest not see My griefes and martires which I still sustaine For thou the Mole of loue doest seeme to me But if a Mole th'art onely to my paine How comes it then that seeing thou art blinde Thou me consumst as if thou hadst thy sight Why as thy nature by instinct doth bind Stayest not below packe hence and leaue this light Either those eies stil shut not me to grieue Or vnder ground in darkenes alwayes liue III. If whilome in times past that Spartane Lasse The Flower of Greece Dan Paris costly ioy Through her faire feature the onely causer was So manie Knights were slaine at Siedge of Troy Thou Laura art vnlike vnto her farre In this our Age a much more blessed Starre For she brought warres strife death and crueltie Where thou alone bringst peace and pleasure still Ah happie thrice that liggs in loue with thee And if by chance vnwares thou sometime kill Thou with thy smile the wound canst heale againe And giue him life whom thou before hadst slaine Pisae IIII. Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes Vnkinde why seekst to stop my fainting breath Goe and inuent some new kinde exercise Play the right Tyrant choyces vse in death New weapons seeke wherewith mee to offend Whereby I dying content may rest thy will But tell me wouldst so faine my life should end And knowst not sweet extreames doo sudden kill Cruell kisse me but once and thou shalt see Ended my life with that same Kisse to bee V. If what is heauie craues the Center base The earth below as nature willes the same Heauie the wofull griefes are in this case Which inward in my heart I do sustaine And if what's light by kinde aloft doth mount Then light's my Loue with thee of light account So that in doubtfull dangerous extreame Wretch that I am my selfe am sore afraide And doubt of thee so farre from golden meane Nor know I wel out of this depth to wade Lest that my life be shortned or I die VVhether it heauy falles or light ascends on hie VI. Ladie what time I seeke in mournefull note To shew mine agonies and bloudie mone My voyce doth faile and hoarse and harsh my throte And this doth come through you through you alone For whilst I thinke by meanes of you in song To mittigate some part of this my smart Insteede thereof you do me double wrong And with a glaunce you take away my hart So that I finde great hurt by this your theft Since where before but voyce now hart's bereft VII As rockes become exposde gainst waues and winde More hard such is thy nature stubborne Dame Opposde gainst waters of my plaints most kind And windes of mine hote sighes which inward flame That hardnes such to encrease bout heart is found As 〈◊〉 soft might seeme the Diamond Hence forward then let no man thinke to mooue By weeping or lamenting to his will This selfe willd saint which too too well I prooue A senselesse stone to be vnto â—e still Since to my griefe from all good lucke debard With plaints and sighes she doth become more hard VIII Harke louers harke a strangie myracle Of one depriude of heart yet death doth scape Mine â— a flower gaue me which sweete did smell And for the same away my life did take So that I only breathe through sent of flower And without heart not without life I liue Then is not this of mightie Loue his power A wonder strange which he for sport doth giue When that a flower sustaineth me alone VVith life who in my bodie heart haue none IX VVhen I did part from thee the other night Me thought a sowle blacke Dog with vgly shape Did follow me and did me sore affright And all the way did greedy on me gape Nor I this curre how he at me did howle Can well as yet forget with chaps most fowle Then thinking of his colour hatefull blacke Me thought some ill my Thought did feare to come And said within me turne againe turne backe If forward thou doest go thou art vndone Then pardon Lady if I backe againe Am come this night with you for to remaine X. My mourning mistresse garments blacke doth beare And I in blacke like her attired am Yet diuers is the cause why blacke we weare She for anothers death doth shew the same I for another reason beare this suâ—e Onely to shew by this my outward weede Mine inward griefe although my tongue be mute Of tender heart which deadly sighes doth bleede Thriâ—e happy I if as in habite we Are both in one our mindes both one might be XI If April fresh doth kindely giue vs flowers September yeeldes with more increase the frute Sweetest you haue in bosome Beauties Bowers Both these sweete tides whence forth they alwayes shute Both flower and fruite alonely you alone Can giue me when you please or else can none Oh dainty bosome bosome rich in prise Surmounting mountaines huge of beaten gold Whose whitenes braues the whitest snow that lies On highest hilles whose height none can behold In you my soule doth hope without annoy Both spring and haruest one day to enioy Roma XII Drawne cunning Painter hast thou with great 〈◊〉 The shadow of my louely Laura faire Which obiect sweet not smally ioyes my hart But little didst thou thinke nor wait thou ware That where thou thoughtst my fancie for to please Effect contrary sortes to my Desire So that it breedes in bodie â—â—ine vnease And senslesse burnes my hart with feeling fire Oh strange successe what made was for Content Doth most displease and liuelesse doth â—orment XIII When first the cruell Faire deignd graciously To looke on mee with kinde and curteous view And cast on mee a louely glauncing eye She knew not that I was her seruant trew But she no sooner ware was of the same But that she turnd her backe with great disdaine So as the wound I then close bare in brest I now through griefe show outward in my face But if that she by whom I wounded rest Liues in compassion cold toward me sanz grace Hard harted is she cruell was she to her frend And wicked shalbe world withouten end XIIII VVhen first the Sunne did shine vpon her eyes VVho fairest mongst her beauteous Sex doth show The Heauens her daintie corps in curteous wise Couerd with chilly cold and whitest snow She through the nature of that Humor cold Both coldest Ice at once and purest VVhite Drawes to her selfe then none for strange should hold Though to mee faire and cruell is her sight Since that the Heauens for fauours did impart A snow-white corps to her and frozen hart XV. The duskie clowde in skie with shadow darke Doth couer oft the Sunnes most cleerest light So as his beames we cannot see nor marke And he himselfe doth play at least in fight Ah were I such a clowd on
haire They seeme withouten brightnes to stand The other haue such liuely colours faire O worthie Beautie peerlesse A PER SE To whom all other Beauties are most vile O fairnes such as fairer none can bee Thou Grace it selfe of graciousnes doost spoyle VVith Rubies thou right Rubies doost disgrace VVith Gold bright Gold thou stainest in his place XV. A gentle tame Deere am I cald a HART The cruell Huntresse fierce my Mistres is VVith crosse-bow bent she comes to me in Parke Palde in with pleasant thoughts of wanton wish Shee shootes and hits mee takes me for her pray And hauing shot hit taken flies her way Backe she retires from mee with pleasant smile Vnloosing mee and heales my wound and paine VVhen as afresh incenst alacke the while Gainst mee desirous me to plague againe She turnes towards me ore-takes me strikes me sore And binding vp my wounds makes deadly more XVI The golden tresses of a ladie faire At first beginning were of this my loue But now at last vnto my dubble care To be the end of my sad life I proue Then did my doubtfull spirit liue in hope But now he feares despairing as it were Because he doth perceiue in sudden broke His hope which dying hart did helpe and beare Since that the Haire that Alpha me did binde In loue of life Omega I doo finde XVII Sweet Laura in the water looke no more To see if feature thine be faire or no Looke in mine eyes which teares raine streamings soâ—e Of bitter plaints whose water cleere doth show As in a looking Glasse most bright to thee Those fauours which in that sweet visage bee So said I to her when she answered bliue And thou my loue say dost thou likewise wish To see thy selfe in one that is aliue Then in this Brest looke where thine Image is Loue shall alike in both our bodies rest Beare thou mee in thine eyes Ile thee in brest XVIII If Cruell thou desirous art of blood Behold how I doo bleed in streaming wise Glut then thy selfe therewith if thou thinke good And doo content with blood thy bloodie eyes From brest it comes where fainting hart doth lye And for a gift I it present to thee Although I know through this I soone shall dye And yet to die it little grieueth mee Since tis my wish my blood with soule as one May rest and that's with thee or els with none XIX That Iuorie hand a Fanne most white doth hold And to the milkie Brest blowes winde apace And yet is full of chilly yee most cold Disgrace to others to her selfe a grace But I who wistly marke these whitenes three Vouchsafe sweet loue this boone to graunt to mee Distill within the rouling of mine eyes By vertue of thy power such hidden flameâ— And let it tempred be in such strange wise That as I cast my looke vpon the same It quite may take away her crueltie Melt straight the Ice and Fanne burne suddenly XX. The Snakes amongst themselues so carefully Loue one another wonder for to see As if th'one want the other straight doth dye Ladie vnto these Snakes vnlike we bee For if I die thou di'est not for my death But through my paine reuiu'st such is thy spite And pleasure takst to see me voyd of breath Ah yet in loue lets vnto them be like Thou Cupid worke that I poore Snake in loue This â—dainfull Snake for to be kinde may moue XXI Laura is faire and cruell both in one And borne was of a daintie Diamond Then is it meruaile neither wonder none Although her hart as hard as stone be found Nature that hardnes as a Keeper gaue To her her Beautie thereby so to saue But fond is he and simple in concaite That thinkes Loue will not one day burst the same Then quickly mightie Lord quickly this breake Breake thou this stonie hart so hard in twaine Vnto thy power let Natures force still yeeld And be thou Conquerour gainst her in field XXII The snow-white Swan betokens brightsome Day The cole-blacke Crow of darkie Night is signe Thou Day or Night bring vnto mee still may With those bright lampes those glistering stars of thine But cruell thou thy hart is bent so hard As I that Sunne can neuer see with eyes That wishd for Sun from these my lights debard Nor ought discerne but mists in foggie wise Then since I liue in woe and blinde naught see A Crow not Swan thou still shalt be to mee XXIII Say Cupid since thou wings so swift doost beare Within my hart alone why doost thou lye Why doost not seeke to lodge some other where And to some other place why doost not hye Goe vnto her who hath the Lilly brest Who though she hates mee yet I loue her best If her to entertaine thee thou shalt finde It is a signe she hateth mee no more Straight then returne againe and show her minde To my Desire who for this newes longs sore Then pre thee goe no longer lingring stay Least when thou wouldst thou canst not goe thy way XXIIII On Quicksedge wrought with louely Eglantine My Laura laid her handkercher to drie Which had before snow white ywashed bin But after when she cald to memorie That long twold be before and verie late Ere Sunne could doo as would her glistering eyes She cast from them such sparkling glaunces straite And with such force in such a strangie guise As suddenly and in one selfe same time She dryde her cloth but burnt this hart of mine XXV Gold vpon gold mine onely Ioy did plate Whilst she did dresse her head by christall Glasse But whilst she lookt on it it sodaine brake So as amazde thereat much grieud she was To whom I said To grieue thus tis in vaine Since what is broke whole cannot be againe Looke stedfastly with both thine eyes on mee Who haue my hart through Loue a glasse new made She on my face lookt and her selfe did see Wherewith contented throughly thus she said Most happie I since for to dresse my hed For broken glasse of whole one I am sped XXVI The Heauens begin with thunder for to breake The troubled Aire and to the coloured Fields The Lightning for to spoyle their pride dooth threat Each thing vnto the furious Tempest yeelds And yet me thinkes within mee I doo heare A gentle voyce hard at my hart to say Feare nothing thou but be of merrie cheere Thou onely safe fore others all shalt stay To saue thee from all hurt thy Shield shall bee The shadow of the conquering Laurall Tree Fano XXVII Loue this faire Lasse said Loue once vnto mee I lou'd her loue her now saith he no more When thousand darts within my brest there bee And if I loue her he mee threatneth sore He saith himselfe is falne in loue with her And that himselfe â—ore others hee'l prefer His sense is this He in her beauteous eyes Hath found such Amours as nere like were seene But thinkes he this shall serue in
beautie most and with most grace doth stand But euerie mortall whitenes nere so white The yuorie white of thy white hand exceeds So that my Sowle which doth faire whitenes like Rests on faire whitenes and on whitenes feeds For this is thought and hoped of from thee VVhite as thy hands so white thy faith shalbee XXXI Ladie thou seemest Fortune vnto me When I most wistly marke how thou dost go With golden tresses loose a ioy to see Which gentle winde about thy eares doth bleâ— And as thou her resemblest in this sort So doest thou in attire and all thy port Only thou wantest for thy swift right hand The rolling wheele and shadowing vaile to hide Those eyes which like controllers do command But if thou longst of these to be supplide Take me thy prisoner for to play this part For my Desire's the wheele the Vaile's my HART XXXII Thou merry laughst and pleasantly dost smile I wofull weepe and mestfull sorrow still Left this thy mirth encreasing me beguile And weaue a webbe for me of greater ill Too well perceiue I this thy deepe disdaine By this thy fained lookes and cloaked glee Thou of disaster mine art glad and faine And faine my death as Basiliske wouldst see Since that of warte and bate this laughter is And not of gentle peace or calmy blisse XXXIII Since thou hast changde thy gowne and thine attire Ah change thy thoughts not alwayes cruel be And with new clothes put on a new Desire That new in euery point I may thee see And if thou heretofore vnkinde hast beene Be curteous now and gentle be thou seene Thy glory great thy praise more shalt thou finde If of vnconstant constant thou become And of a foe a faithfull friend and kinde Then change henceforth thy thoughts else I vndone Giue me that colour which so likes mine eine If death then blacke if life then Carnatine XXXIIII Changde is my nature in me where before I like was to a chilly freesing ice I now a flame am burning inward sore And such a flame that burneth in such wise That if Loue and my Mistresse take no care For this my hurt my soule must quickely die Yet one doth see for both not blinded are The fier so hote doth burne wherein I frie That fierce Perillus boyling Bull of brasse May vnto this for icie substance passe XXXV Farre beâ—et had it been I had been dead And laid full low in latest home my graue Than with that drinke my selfe for to haue fed VVhich Laura mine in Christall glasse 〈◊〉 gaue The licor pleasd me I must needs confesse Yet to my hart twas poyson nerthelesse So that I had contrarie quiet effect To my desire which I so much did wish Loue was in fault who Reason doth reiect And see my cruell lucke what hapt in this The wine was sweete yet did his nature turne It coold my mouth but hart within did burne XXXVI Sweet sung thy Bird in Ebon cage shut fast And did delight thy daintie eares so much As thou vouchsafdst to giue him meate atlast And gently didst his fethers stroke and tuch So Ladie I likewise in th' Ebonie Of thy bright eyes am prisoner and doe sing Thy Beauties praise and yet not fed am I By thee yet liue through thee a wondrous thing Loue to my hart thy Beautie doth supplie For food which els throgh famine starud would die XXXVII If white's the Moone thou Laura seemst as white And white's the gowne which you on bodie weare And if her whitely hornes in calmie night She smoothly glyding showes to vs most cleare You in the day time more and brighter farre Your Beautie showe like bright 〈◊〉 starre Like brightnes both of you abroad doo east Though not effect alike par 〈◊〉 You shine she shines your powers eternall last But yet betweene you is great difference Her brightnes freezeth causing deadly cold Yours doth enflame and liuely fire doth hold XXXVIII Euen as the lampe goeth out that oyle doth 〈◊〉 Or as the Sunne doth fall in th' occident So did my hart within me gin to pant My vitall spirnes away by little went VVhen taking on me pittie graciously My Mistres hem of garment trailing downe Toucht mee and mee reuiued suddenly Then if such vertue be within her gowne Imagin what doth stay her corps within VVhich who seeth through sweetnes needs must 〈◊〉 XXXIX Seated on marble was my Ladie blythe Holding in hand a christall looking Glasse Marking of Louers thousands who aliue Thankes onely to her Beautie 〈◊〉 did passe To prie in glasse likes her but afterward Shee takes the 〈◊〉 of the stone must hard For whilst she 〈◊〉 doth fixe her eyes Gazing vpon the 〈◊〉 of the 〈◊〉 Her hart by th'other made instrangle Hard as a rocke and senselesse as a stone So that if Loue this breaketh not in 〈◊〉 It will a flint become to others paine XL. No more a man as once I was am I Since this new Circes mooâ—'d by fierce disdaine Hath changd me to a fountaine neuer drie VVherein my selfe with bitter teares I 〈◊〉 Then am I one who alway eyes doo beare And brest of water flowing onely full Take heed you Louers all of her and feare The sugred baites of this deceitfull 〈…〉 Least by this Circe new you be deceau'd As I haue been and be of shape bereau'd The Conclusion of the first Part. THe Macedonian Monarch once did deigne In cheerfull sort in kind and louing wise To feast in Village with a homely Swaine VVho entertaind him as is countrey guise VVith curds and creame and such like knackes he had VVhereof the curteous Prince accepted glad So Ladie boldly I prâ—sumed haue To enuite you to a sorie Banquet base Nor to disdaine the same of you I craue Though eates too course for you too poore the place I cannot as I would giue curds and creame But milke and whey my fortune is so meane Yet if you shall accept it graciously And with your Fauour sweet this Bonrd adorne The vertue which is in you presently The whey to curds and milke to creame shall turne But if your looke you angrie turne away The milke shall still be milke the whay still whay Then as the Sunne in glorious wise doth shine As well on valley low as mountaine hie Vouchsafe one cheerefull glimse of fauour thine On pouer mee from out that heauenly eye Vnworthie I such grace I doe confesse Yet worthie thou to doo so â—erthelesse R. T. The scond part I. IF I somewhile looke vp into the skies I see faire Lady that same cheerefull light Which like to you doth shine in glorious wise And if on th'earth I chance to cast my sight The moouelesse Centre firme to me doth show The hardnesse which within your hart doth grow If seas I view the flowing waues most plaine Your fickle faith do represent to mee So as I still behold you to my paine Whenas the skies or th'earth or seas I see For in your seemely selfe doth
earth to couer My sweetest Sunne as doth that clowd the other But if that clowd doo vanish soone away And dooth as momentarie passe and vade Eternall would I bee to hide her ay And of a harder mixture would be made Oh happie I oh fortunate Eclips With kissing so to darken those faire lips XVI From milke of Iuno as the Poets faine The Lilly had his whitenes passing white And from Adonis blood that louely Swaine The Rose his colourred which doth delight Thou pretie Soule hast both the colours rare Of these sweet flowers which others all exceed Thy Brest's a bed of beauteous Lillies faire Thy daintie cheekes pure damask Roses breed O frutefull Garden flowring where appeare The Rose and Lilly at all times of yeare XVII Of constant Loue I am the wasted fire The furious winde's my Ladies angrie eye Who whilst she kindles both through wrathfullire The flame encreaseth mounting to the skye In midst is Loue halfe dead of greedous paine And doubtfull wyndes about like sparkling flame He feares the heate and trembles being turnd Vnto this blast which still more sharpe doth rise Nor is his feare in vaine when so he is burnd For one of these must hap in sudden wise Either the fire must spoyle him as his pray Or whirling winde els blow him quite away XVIII My Laura wonders that in visage pale I beare of death it selfe the liuely show But if she muse at this her musing's stale For this sad colour had I long agoe The fire close burning in my veynes doth make That outward ashes in my face you view But if that she would on me pime take Who is the cause of this my palish â—iew This kindled heate shall die which now doth burne And my first colour shall againe returne XIX Whilst foming Steed I spurre vnto the quicke To make him gallop to my Loue amaine Loue doth my thoughts through fancy forward prick The end of wished iourney mine to gaine But light's his hurt tis but a little smart Where mine is mâ—rtall sounding to the hart Run then my Gelding swift like Pegasus Flie hence with wings for wings hath my desire Both of vs forst amaine are forward thus And kindled in vs is a burning fire Thou through two spurres in flanke prouokd art sore But thousands inwardly my hart doe gore XX. Rich is the Diamond a iemme of prise Yet such the nature strange is of the same That who the powder thereof drinkes straight dies And as if poyson twere doth take his baâ—e So thou another precious iewell art In name and nature not vnmuch alike Since death thou giu'st vnto the louing hart If but a kisse one suckes from thee most sweete Whilst he doth swallow down 〈◊〉 is sugred baite The ioy's so great it kills him through concaite XXI The Greclaâ—â— vsde to offer vp their 〈◊〉 Vnto their Riuers whom they did esteeme As mightie Gods and them great honor 〈◊〉 As if no vertue small in them had been Doo thou the like sweet Laura vnto mee Who for my loue deserue a greater fee. Thy golden tresses on me doo bestow Who hold whole Riuers flowing in mine eyes Yet would not I thou off shouldst cut them tho Doost muse and aske how this thou maist deuise Ile tell thee Giue thy selfe to mee for mine So shalt thou giue vncut thy tresses 〈◊〉 XXII One louely glaunee which from the eyes did passe Of Ladie mine hath changd my gentle hart From hardest Diamond to brittle glasse And now againe vnto my bitter smart Through dreadfull frowne she turnes it suddenly As twas before from glasse to Diamond So if she will she may and presently As likes her change me who to her aâ—â— bound If cruell shee my hart is hard to breakes If pirtifull tis gentle brittle weake XXIII Two windes one 〈◊〉 another fierce to see Th'one of the Spring of Winter th' other right I plainly Laide doâ— discerne in thee The first which makes me ioy breathes from thy sight Such 〈◊〉 flowers in diuers coloured show As makes to blush Dame Iris raynie Bow The second which makes mee to pine away Blowes from thine inward brest a deadly blast Where doth eternall hardnes alwaies stay Which 〈…〉 eternall ay to last So as 〈…〉 in face thou art But rough as 〈…〉 in thine hart XXIIII No sooner doe I earnest fix mine eyes On my faire Sunne but that I her perceaue To vanish like a clowd in darkest wise As if eclypst her light it did bereaue I know not if shee's troubled thus because She doth disdaine I should behold her so Or if for feare this shadow to her drawes Least mee 〈…〉 should hurt which glistring snow Say then sweet Loue for thou knowst best if still I shall behold her or no more 〈…〉 XXV Oh that I were fly Proteus for to take On mee that forme which most I like or wish Then would I change my selfe into the shape Of that thy little whelpe thy ioy and blisse Into that little worme thou â—o doost like And dallying plaist with him both day and night Those sauerie smackes those busses sweet which bee VVhich thou to him doost giue should all be mine And I would make my hart to leap for glee VVhilst I did licke that bosome faire of thine But since I 〈◊〉 despaire of this am brought My wâ—â—h shall 〈◊〉 be thy Dâ—g my thought XXVI Say gentle frend tell me in curtesie Before what was I and what am I now A senselesse shadow or a bodie I Neither of both marke and Ile tell thee how No bodie now for that by proud disdaine Of scornfull Shee disliu'd was shadow none For that did vnder-groâ—â—d goe with the same Vnwilling it should wander all alone VVhat am I theâ— Euen one that â—oth not know VVhat now he is or what he was can show XXVII The blazing Starre foretells the haplesse fall And sudden death of others soone to come To me a Face brighter than Comets all Doth with her lookes my fortune hard foretuâ—â—e And with her shooting darts from glauncing eye Presageth that ere long I needs must dye The blazing Starre death onely prophecies This doth foreshew to mee a harder fate And dares me to mine end in warlike wise Not how this Challenge know I to escape Ah cruell Starre of death not onely signe But murtherer th'art of this poore life of 〈◊〉 XXVIII The Crow makes warre with the Cameleâ—n And being hurt to th'Laurell straight doth 〈◊〉 And through the frute he findeth thereupon Is heald of hurt findes food and liues thereby Loue the Cameleon is the Crow am I And battell wage with him vnto the death He wounds me deadly whereupon hie To thee my Laurall to restore my breath Thou me reuiu'st such vertue's in thee rise As thou at once doost giue me food and life XXIX Amongst the Parthians is a kinde of ground Of nature such as though it farre doth stand From fire yet fire to take it straight is found And flying thetheâ— burnes it out of
cunning wise To make mee leaue he cousning me so cleene In spite of him Ile loue sith hart doth gree With Loue in loue as Riuall for to bee XXVIII My Mistres writing as her hand did shake The Pen did dash which on her gowne did spurt One drop more higher than the rest did take And to presume to touch her Brest it durst Vpon her daintie bosome it did light Wherewith she blusht in show like damaske Rose Presumptuous Blacke how dar'dst thou tuch that White Wherein a world of gladsome pleasure growes Yet spite of enuie hapt it for the best To the white more grace more bewtie twas to th'brest XXIX None dares now look more on my Lauras face So dangerous is her beautie to behold For he no sooner giues to her the gaze But straight his hart she takes from him so bold Such vertue's lockt within those ebbon Eyes Where dallying with Delight Dan Cupid lyes So sweetly rouleth shee that radiant Spheare As she from whom she lists robs suddenly So as to looke on her each one doth feare And yet to looke on her spare will not I For though I loose my Hart and him disease I like shall my Desire and her Ile please XXX Vnbare that Iuorie hand hide it no more For though it death brings to my tender hart To see it naked where is beauties store And where moyst Pearle with Azure doth impart Yet feare I not to dye in this sweet wise My fancie so to see't is set on fire Then leaue that Gloue most hatefull to mine eyes And let me surfet with this kinde Desire So that my lookes may haue of them their fill Though hart decay Ile take it for none ill Mantoa XXXI My Mistres seemes but browne say you to mee Tis verie true and I confesse the same Yet loue I her although that browne she bee Because to please me she is glad and faine I loued one most Beautifull before Whom now as Death I deadly doo abhore Because to scorne my seruice her I found I gaue her ore and chose to mee this same Nor to be faithfull thinke I I am bound To one in whom no kindnes doth remaine This is the cause for Browne and Pittifull I left a faire but yet a faithlesse Trull XXXII White art thou like the mountaine snow to see I blacke like to the burned coale doo show Then giue some of thy purest white to mee And Ile some of my Blacke on thee bestow So will wee these two Contraries vnite Together which so ioynd will show more faire Lets both then make this change for our delight Vnlesse to kill mee thou doo little care But why of white or blacke talke I to thee My blood not blacke tis which thou faine wouldst see XXXIII As Sacrifice vnto a Goddesse bright My hart I offered with Deuotion great Thinking that She Loues Temple had been right But what vnwares I spide not then in heate I warie now discerne her for to bee Of Hell below the rightest crueltee I was deceiud I doo confesse That smile That wanton smile that bred in me delight Hid in those lips so faire did mee beguile O Beautie false O crueltie most right Flee flee my Hart flee then if thou be wise Thy hurt my burning heate her trecheries XXXIIII Strange is this thing my Horse I cannot make VVith spurre with speech nor yet with rod in hand Force him to goe although great paines I take Doo what I can he still as tyrde doth stand No doubt he feeles an heauie weight of mee VVhich is the cause he standeth still as stone Nor is he ware that now he carrieth three He thinkes poore lade I am on's backe alone But three we are with mine owne selfe I proue Laura is in my Hart in Soule is Loue. Pesaro XXXV When I of my sweet Laura leaue did take Faire Fanos Cittie for a while to leaue Shee gaue to mee to weare it for her sake Of gold and pearle a daintie wouen Wreathe Deere was the gift because for loue it came But deerer more cause Shee gaue me the same I looke on't still and kisse it as my ioy Kissing and bussing it with it I play Which at one instant brings me mirth and noy And sighing oft thus to my selfe I say White pearls are these yet hath her mouth more faire Fine gold is this yet finer is her haire Fano XXXVI With thousand bands of furious inward heate Loue bindes my Sowle and burnes my gentle hart And two wayes Laura death to mee doth threate With colour fresh and wanton eye like dart This for reward for all my loue I gaine For my good will two Enemies I haue Laura and Loue foure plagues conspire my paine Because I like and whats but iust doo craue Fire Roseall colour Eyes and crull Band These at the gaze of Beautie make me stand XXXVII If scalding sighes my faith may testifie And brinish teares of Loue may warrant bee Both th'one and th'other thou hast seene with eye Then what wouldst haue hard Harted moâ—e of mee But thou perhaps though much I haue endured Wouldst yet be better of my saith assured Then with thine eyes into my brest doo peere VVhich for the nonce I leaue to open sight And that which now thou doubtst see shalt thou cleere Ah marke it then and view what showes so bright But too too cruell art thou and precise That wilt not crdite giue to thine own eyes XXXVIII The haplesse Argus happie in this same The glorie of the Sunnes surpassing light The brightnes of the Starres the fire which staine VVith hundred eyes behold them alwayes might But I alas who haue but onely twaine Cannot behold the Beautie of my Sunne For which I liue as blinde in endlesse paine And count my selfe for want thereof vndone I can but wish that I an Argus were VVith hundred eyes to view her euerie where XXXIX In vastie Sea faine would my slender Muse VVade in thy praise to praise thy beautie right But Ladie I for pardon craue excuse To breake such waues too brittle is her might Meane time with lowly Verse in humble show A long the shallow shoare Ile wading goe The time may come perhaps ere it be long That this my quill more bold may write thy praise And venter for to sayle in th'Ocean strong Though now on graueld shore it fearfull staies And where as now to dip his foote he feares He then shall diue himselfe ore head and eares Fano XL. VVhen I did part my Soule did part from mee And tooke his farewell of thy beauteous Eyne But now that I returned doo thee see He is returnd and liues through kindnes thine And of thee looketh for a welcome home I then not anie more to sorrow need Now I am come and if before alone On shadow then on substance now I feed So if my parting bitter was and sad Sweete's my returne to thee and passing glad The Conclusion of the last Part. TImantes when he saw he could not paint With liuely colours to his lasting fame Such workes he tooke in hand and found too faint His câ—â—ning seeking for to hide the same He ouer them a subtill shadow drew So that his faults or none or few could view So Ladie I finding my wit too weake With currant tearmes your beautie foorth to blaze And that to arriue too blunt is my conceit Vnto the height of your surmounting praise With silence forced am against my will To shadow my defect the want of skill Yet doo I hope the shadow you'l not scorne Since Princes in their stately Arbors greene Account of shade as trees which frute adorne Because from heate they welcome shelters been The Shadow shields gainst Sunne your beautie faire VVhich else his scortching heate would much impaire Then though a Shadow without frute I bee And scarce yeeld leaues to couer this my barke Accept these leaues thy Beauties Shade of mee VVhere wealth doth ebbe good will doth flow from Hart Deigne me for all my loue but Shadow thine Thy Substance's too too high for Fortune mâ—ne R. T. A Frends iust excuse about the Booke and Author in his absence WIthout the Authors knowledge as is before said by the Printer this Poeme is made thus publiquely knowen which with my best indeuour the Gentleman himselfe suspecting what is now prooued too true at my coÌ„ming vp earnestly intreated me to preuent But I came at the last sheetes printing and finde more than thirtie Sonnets not his intermixt with his helpt it caÌ„not be but by the wel iudging Reader who will with lesse paine distinguish betweene them than I on this sodaine possibly can To him then I referre that labour and for the Printers faults past in some of the Bookes I haue gathered them in the next page With the Author beare I pray ye whom I must intreat to beare with mee R. B.