inward minde your outward faire admires My hope lies prostrate at your pities feete My hart lookes soule sence minde and hope desires Beleefe and fauour in your louely sight Els all will cease to liue and pen to write T. L. Gent. FVll fraught with vnrecomptles sweete Of your faire face that stole mine eie No gladsome day my lookes did greete Wherein I wisht not willingly Mine eies were shut I might not see A Ladie of lesse maiestie What most I like I neuer minde And so on you haue fixt my thoughts That others sights doe make me blinde And what I see but you is noughts By vse and custome thus you see Another nature liues in mee The more I looke the more I loue The more I thinke the more I thriue No obiect can my looke remoue No thought can better thoughts reuiue For what I see or thinke I finde Exceedeth sight or thought of minde Since then your lookes haue stolne mine eies And eies content to nourish loue And loue doth make my thoughts arise And thoughts are firme and will not moue Vouchsafe to knit by powre vnknowne Our eies our loues our thoughts in one T. L. Gent. LIke desart woods with darksome shades obscured Where dredful beasts wher hateful horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell Loue within my breast maintaineth To whet my griefe when as my sorrow waineth The gastly beasts my thoughts in cares assured Which wage me warre whilst hart no succor gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighes by cares procured Which forth I send whilst weeping eie complaineth To coole the heate the helples hart containeth But shafts but cares sighes horrors vnrecured Were nought esteemde if for these paines awarded My faithfull Loue by you might be rewarded T. L. Gent. FOr pittie pretie eies surcease To giue me warre and graunt me peace Triumphant eies why beare you Armes Against a hart that thinks no harmes A hart alreadie quite appalde A hart that yeelds and is enthrald Kill Rebels prowdly that resist Not those that in true faith persist And conquered serue your Deitie Will you alas commaund me die Then die I yours and death my crosse But vnto you pertains the losse T. L. Gent. MY bonie Lasse thine eie So slie Hath made me sorrowe so Thy Crimsen cheekes my deere So cleere Haue so much wrought my woe Thy pleasing smiles and grace Thy face Haue rauisht so my sprights That life is growne to nought Through thought Of Loue which me affrights For fancies flames of fire Aspire Vnto such furious powre As but the teares I shead Make dead The brands would me deuoure I should consume to nought Through thought Of thy faire shining eie Thy cheekes thy pleasing smiles The wiles That forst my hart to die Thy grace thy face the part Where art Stands gazing still to see The wondrous gifts and powre Each howre That hath bewitched me T. L. Gent. ALas my hart mine eie hath wronged thee Presumptious eie to gaze on Phillis face Whose heauenly eie no mortall man my see But he must die or purchase Phillis grace Poore Coridon the Nimph whose eie doth moue thee Doth loue to draw but is not drawne to loue thee Hir beautie Natures pride and Shepherds praise Hir eie the heauenly Planet of my life Hir matchles wit and grace hir fame displaies As if that Ioue had made hir for his wife Onely hir eies shoote firie darts to kill Yet is hir hart as cold as Caucase hill My wings too weake to flie against the Sunne Mine eies vnable to sustaine hir light My hart doth yeeld that I am quite vndoon Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with hir sight My bud is blasted withered is my leafe And all my corne is rotted in the sheafe Phillis the golden fetter of my minde My fancies Idoll and my vitall powre Goddesse of Nimphes and honor of thy kinde This Ages Phenix Beauties brauest bowre Poore Coridon for loue of thee must die Thy Beauties thrall and conquest of thine eie Leaue Coridon to plough the barren feeld Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace For Phillis lookes no hartie loue doe yeeld Nor can she loue for all hir louely face Die Coridon the spoyle of Phillis eie She can not loue and therefore thou must die VVHat cunnnig can expresse The fauor of hir face To whom in this distresse I doe appeale for grace A thousand Cupids flie About hir gentle eie From whence each throwes a dart That kindleth soft sweete fier Within my sighing hart Possessed by desier No sweeter life I trie Than in hir loue to die The Lillie in the fielde That glories in his white For purenes now must yeelde And render vp his right Heau'n pictur'de in hir face Doth promise ioy and grace Faire Cinthias siluer light That beates on running streames Compares not with hir white Whose haires are all sunbeames Hir vertues so doe shine As daie vnto mine eine With this there is a Red Exceeds the Damaske Rose Which in hir cheekes is spred Whence euery fauor groes In skie there is no starre That she surmounts not farre When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis doth arise The morning blushing red In faire carnation wise He shewes it in hir face As Queene of euery grace This pleasant Lillie white This taint of roseat red This Cinthias siluer light This sweete faire Dea spread These sunbeames in mine eie These beauties make me die E. O. A most excellent passion set downe by N. B. Gent. COm yonglings com that seem to make such mone About a thing of nothing God he knowes With sighes and sobs and many a greeuous grone And trickling teares that secret sorow showes Leaue leaue to faine and here behold indeed The onely man may make your harts to bleed Whose state to tell no neuer toong can tell Whose woes are such oh no there are none such Whose hap so hard nay rather halfe a hell Whose griefe so much yea God he knowes too much Whose wofull state and greeuous hap alas The world may see is such as neuer was Good nature weepes to see hir selfe abused Ill fortune shewes hir furie in hir face Poore reason pines to see hir selfe refused And dutie dies to see his sore disgrace Hope hangs the head to see dispaire so neere And what but death can end this heauie cheere Oh cursed cares that neuer can be knowne Dole worse than death when neuer tong can tell it The hurt is hid although the sorow showne Such is my paine no pleasure can expell it In summe I see I am ordained I To liue in dole and so in sorow die Behold each teare no token of a toy But torments such as teare my hart asunder Each sobbing sigh a signe of such annoy That how I liue beleeue me 'tis a wonder Each grone a gripe that makes me gaspe for breath And euerie straine a bitter pang of
death Loe thus I liue but looking still to die And still I looke but still I see in vaine And still in vaine alas I lie and crie And still I crie but haue no ease of paine So still in paine I liue looke lie and crie When hope would helpe or death would let me die Sometime I sleepe a slumber not a sleepe And then I dreame God knowes of no delight But of such woes as makes me lie and weepe Vntill I wake in such a pitious plight As who beheld me sleeping or awaking Would say my hart were in a heauie taking Looke as the dew doth lie vpon the ground So sits the sweate of sorow on my face Oh deadly dart that strooke so deepe a wound Oh hatefull hap to hit in such a place The hart is hurt and bleedes the bodie ouer Yet cannot die nor euer health recouer Then he or she that hath a happie hand To helpe a hart that hath no hope to liue Come come with speede and do not staying stand But if no one can any comfort giue Run to the Church and bid the Sexton toule A solemne knell yet for a filie soule Harke how it sounds that sorrow lasteth long Long long long long long long and longer yet Oh cruell death thou doost me double wrong To let me lie so long in such a fit Yet when I die write neighbors where I lie Long was I dead ere death would let me die THese lines I send by waues of woe And bale becomes my boate Which sighes of sorowes still shall keepe On floods of feare afloate My sighes shall serue me still for winde My lading is my smart And true report my pilot is My hauen is thy hart My keele is fram'd of crabbed care My ribs are all of ruthe My planks are nothing else but plants With treenailes ioinde with truthe My maine mast made of nought but mone My tackling trickling teares And Topyard like a troubled minde A flagge of follie beares My Cable is a constant hart My Anckor luckles Loue Which Reasons Capstones from the ground Of griefe can not remoue My Decks are all of deepe disgrace My Compas discontent And perill is my Northern Pole And death my Orient My Saylers are my sorowing thoughts The Boateswane bitter sence The Master miserie his mate Is dolefull diligence Sir W. H. FEede still thy selfe thou fondling with beliefe Go hunt thy hope that neuer tooke effect Accuse the wrongs that oft hath wrought thy griefe And reckon sure where reason would suspect Dwell in the dreames of wish and vaine desire Pursue the faith that flies and seekes to new Run after hopes that mocke thee with retire And looke for loue where liking neuer grew Deuise conceits to ease thy carefull hart Trust vpon times and daies of grace behinde Presume the rights of promise and desart And measure loue by thy beleeuing minde Force thy affects that spite doth daily chace Winke at the wrongs with wilfull ouersight See not the soyle and staine of thy disgrace Nor recke disdaine to doate on thy delite And when thou seest the end of thy reward And these effects ensue of thine assault When rashnes rues that reason should regard Yet still accuse thy fortune for the fault And crie O Loue O death O vaine desire When thou complainst the heate feeds the fire MY first borne loue vnhappily conceiued Brought foorth in paine christened with a curse Die in your Infancie of life bereaued By your cruell nurse Restlesse desire from my Loue that proceeded Leaue to be and seeke your heauen by dieng Since you O you your owne hope haue exceeded By too hie flieng And you my words my harts faithfull expounders No more offer your Iewell vnesteemed Since those eies my Loues life and liues confounders Your woorth misdeemed Loue leaue to desire words leaue it to vtter Swell on my thoughts till you breake that contains you My complaints in those deafe eares no more mutter That so disdaines you And you careles of me that without feeling With drie eies behold my Tragedie smiling Decke your proude triumphes with your poore slaues yeelding To his owne spoyling But if that wrong or holy truth dispised To iust reuenge the heauens euer moued So let hir loue and so be still denied Who she so loued THe brainsicke race that wanton youth ensues Without regard to grounded wisdomes lore As often as I thinke thereon renues The fresh remembrance of an ancient sore Reuoking to my pensiue thoughts at last The worlds of wickednes that I haue past And though experience bids me bite on bit And champe the bridle of a better smacke Yet costly is the price of after wit Which brings so cold repentance at hir backe And skill that's with so many losses bought Men say is little better worth than nought And yet this fruit I must confesse doth growe Of follies scourge that though I now complaine Of error past yet henceforth I may knowe To shun the whip that threats the like againe For wise men though they smart a while had leuer To learne experience at the last than neuer THose eies which set my fancie on a fire Those crisped haires which hold my hart in chains Those daintie hands which conquer'd my desire That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the rains Those eies for cleernes doe the starrs surpas Those haires obscure the brightnes of the Sunne Those hands more white than euer Iuorie was That wit euen to the skies hath glorie woon O eies that pearce our harts without remorse O haires of right that weares a roiall crowne O hands that conquer more than Caesars force O wit that turns huge kingdoms vpside downe Then Loue be Iudge what hart may thee withstand Such eies such haire such wit and such a hand PRaisd be Dianas faire and harmles light Praisd be the dewes wherwith she moists the ground Praisd be hir beames the glorie of the night Praisd be hir powre by which all powres abound Praisd be hir Nimphs with whom she decks the woods Praisd be hir knights in whom true honor liues Praisd be that force by which she moues the floods Let that Diana shine which all these giues In heauen Queene she is among the spheares In ay she Mistres like makes all things pure Eternitie in hir oft chaunge she beares She beautie is by hir the faire endure Time weares hir not she doth his chariot guide Mortalitie belowe hir orbe is plaste By hir the vertue of the starrs downe slide In hir is vertues perfect image cast A knowledge pure it is hir worth to kno With Circes let them dwell that thinke not so LIke to a Hermite poore in place obscure I meane to spend my daies of endles doubt To waile such woes as time cannot recure Where none but Loue shall euer finde me out My foode shall be of care and sorow made My drink nought else but teares falne from mine eies And for my light in such obscured shade The flames
perfections flowe Deignes not the thought of things that are so lowe To striue to alter his desires were vaine Whose vowed hart affects no other place The which since you despise I doe disdaine To count it mine as erst before it was For that is mine which you alone alow As I am yours and onely liue for you Now if I him forsake and he not finde His wretched exile succord by your eies He can not yeeld to serue anothers minde Nor liue alone for nature that denies Then die he must for other choise is none But liue in you or me or die alone Whose haples death when Fame abroad hath blowne Blame and reproch procures vnto vs both I as vnkinde forsaking so mine owne But you much more from whom the rigour groweth And so much more will your dishonor be By how much more it loued you than me Sweete Ladie then the harts misfortune rue Whose loue and seruice euermore was true SEeing those eies that with the Sun contendeth For maiestie of light and excellence A quickning pleasure secretly descendeth Into my hart by subtill influence Not seeing them horror my blisse depriueth And I as one by publike lawe conuicted Whom rigorouslie the hedsman onward driueth To shamefull death most heauily afflicted I onely liue when I behold your shining Bright stars rare lights sweete authors of my gladnes Absent from you my hart in sorrow pining Doth feede on teares on anguish griefe and sadnes Then maruell not if I desire accesse Vnto the fountaine of my happines TO shun the death my rare and chosen Iuell That couertly within your eies soiourneth I flie and flying feele the fire more cruell Wherewith offended loue my spirits burneth A death most painfull and the paine more bitter Then I returne resolued in opinion Since I must die neere or farre of tys fitter To end my life within hir eies dominion O then displaie faire Eies your influence That I into the deeper flames ascending Fall soone to ashes by hir excellence And better be contented with my ending And all remooued that my quiet hinders Rake vp both loue and life within those cinders OF all the woes my pensiue hart endureth It greeues me most when I my sorrowes frame I knowe not what this wretchednes procureth Nor whereupon I am to cast the blame The fault is not in hir for well I see I am vnworthy of hir grace in this Nor yet in loue who hath vouchsafed me To knowe within this life so rare a blisse To grieue me of my sight then comes to minde As head and author of my haples woes But better afterward aduisde I finde That onely from hir lookes all sweetnes floes And when iust cause of sorrowing doth faile I waile in fine bicause I cannot waile DIuide my times and rate my wretched howres From day to month from month to many yeeres And then compare my sweetest to my sowres To see which more in equall view appeeres And iudge if for my daies and yeeres of care I haue but howres of comfort to compare Iust and not much it were in these extreemes So hard a touch and torment of the thought For any minde that any right esteemes To yeeld so small delite so deerely bought But he that liues but in his owne despite Is not to finde his fortune by his right The life that still runs forth hir wearie waies With sowre to sawce the dainties of delite And care to choake the pleasure of hir daies And no rewarde those many wrongs to quite No blame to holde such irksome time in hate As but to losse prolongs a wretched state And so I loath euen to behold the light That shines without all pleasure to mine eies With greedie wish I wait still for the night Yet neither this I finde that may suffice Not that I holde the day in more delight But that alike I loath both day and night The day I see yeelds but increase to care The night that should by nature serue to rest Against hir kinde denies such ease to spare As pitie would affoord the soule opprest And broken sleepes oft times present in sight A dreaming wish beguild with false delight The sleepe or else what so for sweete appeeres Is vnto me but pleasure in despite The flowre of age the name of yonger yeeres Doe but vsurpe the title of delite For carefull thought and sorow sundry waies Consumes my youth before my aged daies The touch the sting the torment of desire To striue beyond the compas of restraint Kept from the reach whereto it would aspire Giues cause God knowes too iust to my complaint Besides the wrongs which now with my distresse My meaning is in silence to suppresse Oft with my selfe I enter in deuice To reconcile these wearie thoughts to peace I treat for truce I flatter and entice My wrangling wits to worke for their release But all in vaine I seeke the meanes to finde That might appease the discord of my minde For when I force a fained mirth in shoe And would forget and so beguile my greefe I cannot rid my selfe of sorow so Altho I feede vpon a false beleefe For inward touch of vncontented minde Returns my cares by course vnto their kinde Wainde from my will and thus by triall taught How for to holde all fortune in regard Though heere I boast a knowledge deerely bought Yet this poore gaine I reape for my reward I learne hereby to harden and prepare A readie minde for all assaults of care Whereto as one euen from my cradle borne And not to looke for better to ensue I yeeld my selfe and wish these times outworne That but remaine my torments to renue And leaue to those these daies of my despite Whose better hap may liue to more delite A description of Loue. NOw what is Loue I praie thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sauncing bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is Loue as I heare tell Yet what is Loue I praie thee saie It is a worke on holie daie It is December matcht with Maie When lustie blouds in fresh araie Heare ten months after of the plaie And this is Loue as I heare saie Yet what is Loue I praie thee saine It is a Sunshine mixt with raine It is a tooth ache or like paine It is a game where none doth gaine The Lasse saith no and would full faine And this is Loue as I heare saine Yet what is Loue I pray thee say It is a yea it is a nay A pretie kinde of sporting fray It is a thing will soone away Then take the vantage while you may And this is Loue as I heare say Yet what is Loue I pray thee shoe A thing that creepes it cannot goe A prize that passeth to and fro A thing for one a thing for mo And he that proues must finde it so And this is Loue sweet friend I troe The description
of my desire My cause of loue and shipwracke of my ioyes Phillis is gone that set my hart on fire That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes Phillis is fled and bides I wot not where Phillis alas the praise of woman kinde Phillis the Sun of this our hemisphere Whose beames made me and many others blinde But blinded me poore man aboue the rest That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall Still feele the worst and neuer hope the best My mirth in mone my honie drownd in gall Hir faire but cruell eies bewitcht my sight Hir sweete but fading speech enthrald my thought And in hir deeds I reaped such delight As brought both will and libertie to nought Therefore all hope of happines adue Adue desire the source of all my care Dispaire me tels my weale will nere renue Till this my soule doth passe in Charons Crare Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes skorne My thoughts stil wound like wounds that stil are green My weakned lyms be laide on beds of thorne My life decaies although my death foreseene Mine eies now eies no more but seas of teares Weepe on your fill to coole my burning brest Where Loue did place desire twixt hope and feares I saie desire the author of vnrest And would to gods Phillis where ere thou be Thy soule did see the sowre of mine estate My ioyes eclipst for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate My humble vowes my sufferance of woe My sobs and sighes my euerwatching eies My plaintife teares my wandring to and froe My will to die my neuer ceasing cries No doubt but then thy sorrows would perswade The doome of death to cut my vitall twist That I with thee amidst th'infernall shade And thou with me might sport vs as we list O if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine And hearest Orpheus neere th'Elisian springs Entreat thy Queene to free thee thence againe And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings T. W. Gent. AWay dispaire the death of hopeles harts For hope and truth assure me long agoe That pleasure is the end of lingring smarts When time with iust content rewardeth woe Sweete vertues throne is built in labours towre Where Lawrell wreath's are twist for them alone Whose gals are burst with often taste of sowre Whose blis from bale is sprong whose mirth frō mone I therefore striue by toyles to raise my name And Iason like to gaine a golden fleece The end of eu'ry worke doth crowne the same As witnes well the happie harmes of Greece For if the Greekes had soone got Pryams seat The glory of their paines had not been great T. W. Gent. I Hope and feare that for my weale or woe That heau'nly lampe which yeelds both heat light To make a throne for gods on earth belowe Is cut in twaine and fixt in my delight Which two faire hemyspheres through light heat Planting desire driue reason from hir seate No no my too forgetfull toong blaspheames I should haue saide that where these hemispheres In harts through eies fixe hot and lightsome beames There reason works desire and hopes breed feares O onely obiect for an Eagles eie Whose light and heate make men to liue and die Twixt these a daintie paradise doth lie As sweete as in the Sunne the Phenix Bowre As white as snowe as smooth as Iuorie As faire as Psyches bosome in that howre When she disclosde the boxe of Beauties Queene All this and more is in Sibilla seene T. W. Gent. SIr painter are thy colours redie set My Mistresse can not be with thee to day Shee's gone into the field to gather May The timely Prymrose and the Violet Yet that thou maist not disapointed bee Come draw hir picture by my fantasee And well for thee to paint hir by thine eare For should thine eie vnto that office serue Thine Eie and Hand thy Art Hart would swerue Such maiestie hir countenance doth beare And where thou wert Apelles thought before For failing so thou shouldst be praisd no more Drawe first hir Front a perfect Iuorie white Hie spatious round and smooth on either side Hir temples brancht with vains blew opening wide As in the Map Danubius runs in sight Colour hir semicircled browes with iet The throne where Loue triumphantly doth set Regard hir Eie hir eie a woondrous part It woundeth deepe and cureth by and by It driues away and draweth curteously It breeds and calmes the tempest of the hart And what to lightning Ioue belongeth too The same hir lookes with more effect can doe Hir Cheeke resembleth euerie kinde of way The Lillie stainde with sweete Adonis blood As wounded he strai'd vp and downe the wood For whome faire Venus languisht many a day Or plainly more to answere your demaune Hir cheekes are Roses ouercast with lawne Hir louely Lip doth others all excell On whom it please ay me a kisse bestoe He neuer tasteth afterward of woe Such speciall vertue in the toutch doth dwell The colour tempred of the morning red Where with Aurora doth adorne hir head Hir ample Chest an heauenly plot of ground The space betweene a Paradise at least Parnassus like hir twifolde mounting breast Hir heauenly graces heapingly abound Loue spreads his conquering colours in this feeld Whereto the race of Gods and men doe yeeld The other parts which custom doth conceale Within a sarcenet vaile thou must conuay So due proportion well discerne I may What though the garment doe not all reueale The shadow of a naked thigh may fraight His head brim full hath any fine conceit Before hir Feete vpon a Marble stone Inflamed with the Sunbeames of hir eie Depaint my hart that burneth passionately And if thy pensill can set downe such mone Thy picture selfe will teeling semblance make Of ruthe and pitie for my torments sake How now Apelles are thy senses tane Hast drawne a picture or drawne out thy hart Wilt thou be held a Master of thine art And temper colours tending to thy bane Happie my hart that in hir Sunshine fries Aboue thy hap that in hir shadow dies I Pray thee Loue say whither is this posting Since with thy deitie first I was acquainted I neuer saw thee thus distracted coasting With countenance tainted Thy conquering arrowes broken in thy quiuer Thy brands that woont the inward marrow sunder Fireles and forceles all a peeces shiuer With mickle wonder That maketh next my staylesse thoughts to houer I cannot sound this vncouth cause of beeing The vaile is torne that did thy visage couer And thou art seeing A stranger one quoth Loue of good demerit Did sute and seruice to his Soueraine proffer In any case she would not seeme to heare it But scornd the offer And very now vpon this Maying morrow By breake of day he found me at my harbour I went with him to vnderstand his sorrow Vnto hir Arbour Where he Loue torments dolefully vnfolded With words that might a Tigers hart haue charmed His sighes and teares the mountaine yee had moulted And she not warmed Hir great disdaine against hir Louer proued Kindled my brand that to hir brest I seated The flame betweene hir paps them often moued Nor burnt nor heated My arrowes keene I afterward assaied Which from hir brest without effect rebounded And as a ball on Marble floore the plaied With force confounded The brand that burnt old Pryams Towne to asshes Now first his operation wants it than The darts that Emerald skies in peeces dasshes Skornd by a woman Thus while I saide she toward me arriued And with a tutch of triumph neuer doubted To teare the vaile that vse of sight bereaued So Loue was louted The vaile of erroe from mine eies bereaued I sawe heauens hope and earth hir treasurie Well maist thou erre said I I am deceiued Bent to pleasure thee Cease haples man my succors to importune Shee onely shee my stratagemes repelleth Vainly endeour I to tempt hir Fortune That so excelleth Content thee man that thou didst see and suffer And be content to suffer see and die And die content bicause thou once didst mooue hir She displeasd thereby And herewithall I left the man a dyeng For by his passions I perceiu'd none other I hie me thus asham'd with speedie flyeng To tell my Mother FINIS Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Care Mixtures Coulors Mettals Elements Cōplexiōs Chaos
eternall be And liue by vertue of his inke For by his verses he doth giue To short liude beautie aye to liue Aboue all others this is hee Which erst approoued in his song That loue and honor might agree And that pure loue will doe no wrong Sweete saints it is no sinne nor blame To loue a man of vertuous name Did neuer loue so sweetly breath In any mortall brest before Did neuer muse inspire beneath A Poets braine with finer store He wrote of loue with high conceit And beautie reard aboue hir height Then Pallas afterward attyrde Our Astrophill with hir deuice Whom in his armor heauen admyrde As of the nation of the skies He sparkled in his armes afarrs As he were dight with fierie starrs The blaze whereof when Mars beheld An enuious eie doth see afar Such maiestie quoth he is seeld Such maiestie my mart may mar Perhaps this may a suter be To set Mars by his deitie In this surmize he made with speede An iron cane wherein he put The thunder that in cloudes do breede The flame and bolt togither shut With priuie force burst out againe And so our Astrophill was slaine This word was slaine straightway did moue And natures inward life strings twitch The skie immediately aboue Was dimd with hideous clouds of pitch The wrastling winds from out the ground Fild all the aire with ratling sound The bending trees exprest a grone And sigh'd the sorow of his fall The forrest beasts made ruthfull mone The birds did tune their mourning call And Philomell for Astrophill Vnto hir notes annext a phill The turtle doue with tunes of ruthe Shewd feeling passion of his death Me thought she said I tell thee truthe Was neuer he that drew in breath Vnto his loue more trustie found Than he for whom our griefs abound The swan that was in presence heere Began his funerall dirge to sing Good things quoth he may scarce appeere But passe away with speedie wing This mortall life as death is tride And death giues life and so he di'de The generall sorrow that was made Among the creatures of kinde Fired the Phoenix where she laide Hir ashes flying with the winde So as I might with reason see That such a Phoenix nere should bee Haply the cinders driuen about May breede an ofspring neere that kinde But hardly a peere to that I doubt It cannot sinke into my minde That vnder branches ere can bee Of worth and value as the tree The Egle markt with pearcing sight The mournfull habite of the place And parted thence with mounting flight To signifie to Ioue the case What sorow nature doth sustaine For Astrophill by enuie slaine And while I followed with mine eie The flight the Egle vpward tooke All things did vanish by and by And disappeered from my looke The trees beasts birds and groue was gone So was the friend that made this mone This spectacle had firmely wrought A deepe compassion in my spright My molting hart issude me thought In streames foorth at mine eies aright And heere my pen is forst to shrinke My teares discollors so mine inke An Epitaph vpon the right Honorable sir Philip Sidney knight Lord gouernor of Flushing TO praise thy life or waile thy woorthie death And want thy wit thy wit high pure diuine Is far beyond the powre of mortall line Nor any one hath worth that draweth breath Yet rich in zeale though poore in learnings lore And friendly care obscurde in secret brest And loue that enuie in thy life supprest Thy deere life done and death hath doubled more And I that in thy time and liuing state Did onely praise thy vertues in my thought As one that seeld the rising sunne hath sought With words and teares now waile thy timelesse fate Drawne was thy race aright from princely line Nor lesse than such by gifts that nature gaue The common mother that all creatures haue Doth vertue shew and princely linage shine A king gaue thee thy name a kingly minde That God thee gaue who found it now too deere For this base world and hath resumde it neere To sit in skies and sort with powres diuine Kent thy birth daies and Oxford held thy youth The heauens made haste staide nor yeeres nor time The fruits of age grew ripe in thy first prime Thy will thy words thy words the seales of truth Great gifts and wisedome rare imploide thee thence To treat from kings with those more great than kings Such hope men had to lay the highest things On thy wise youth to be transported hence Whence to sharpe wars sweete honor did thee call Thy countries loue religion and thy friends Of woorthy men the marks the liues and ends And her defence for whom we labor all There didst thou vanquish shame and tedious age Griefe sorow sicknes and base fortunes might Thy rising day saw neuer wofull night But past with praise from of this worldly stage Backe to the campe by thee that day was brought First thine owne death and after thy long fame Teares to the soldiers the proud Castilians shame Vertue exprest and honor truly taught What hath he lost that such great grace hath woon Yoong yeeres for endles yeeres and hope vnsure Of fortunes gifts for wealth that still shall dure Oh happie race with so great praises run England doth hold thy lims that bred the same Flaunders thy valure where it last was tried The Campe thy sorow where thy bodie died Thy friends thy want the world thy vertues fame Nations thy wit our mindes lay vp thy loue Letters thy learning thy losse yeeres long to come In worthy harts sorow hath made thy tombe Thy soule and spright enrich the heauens aboue Thy liberall hart imbalmd in gratefull teares Yoong sighes sweete sighes sage sighes bewaile thy fall Enuie hir sting and spite hath left hir gall Malice hir selfe a mourning garment weares That day their Haniball died our Scipio fell Scipio Cicero and Petrarch of our time Whose vertues wounded by my woorthles rime Let Angels speake and heauens thy praises tell Another of the same Excellently written by a most woorthy Gentleman SIlence augmenteth griefe writing encreaseth rage Stald are my thoughts which lou'd lost the wonder of our age Yet quickned now with fire though dead with frost ere now Enrag'de I write I know not what dead quick I know not how Hard harted mindes relent and rigors teares abound And enuie strangely rues his end in whom no fault she found Knowledge hir light hath lost valor hath slaine hir knight Sidney is dead dead is my friend dead is the worlds delight Place pensiue wailes his fall whose presence was hir pride Time crieth out my ebbe is come his life was my spring tide Fame mournes in that she lost the ground of hir reports Ech liuing wight laments his lacke and all in sundry sorts He was wo worth that word to ech well thinking minde A spotlesse friend a matchles man whose vertue euer shinde Declaring in his
of my hope my feare and plaint And thou that with hir praises I acquaint If thou canst nothing else yet wish thou me Deliuerd of that beauties crueltie With vnperceiued motion drawing ny Vnto the bed of my distresse and feare She with hir hand doth put the curtaine by And sits hir downe vpon the one side there My wasted spirits quite amazed were To see the sudden morning of those eies Within the darke thus inexpected rise Being abrode quoth she I lately hard That you were falne into a sudden feuer And solitarie in your chamber bard From companie you did your selfe disseuer To charitie it appertaineth euer In duties to our neighbors for to sticke And visit the afflicted and the sicke Which Christian office hither hath me led Wishing I could recouerie to you bring Ladie quoth I as easly done as sed For you that haue my life in managing What need you wish when you may doe the thing For if you be disposd to charitie Bestowe on me this wisht recouerie Is't in my garden that may doe thee good Quoth she or in my closet of conserues Or may my kitchin any kinde of foode Deuise that to thy taste and fancie serues Ladie said I no coolice no conserues No herbe no potion commeth nie that part That suffereth this anguish and this smart When further I would faine haue spoken on With fearfulnes I felt my toong restrained And shamefastnes with red Vermilion My shallow cheekes and countenance distained Now by this meanes my hart more deepely pained Sent out a flood of weeping to betoken The rest of that my toong had left vnspoken As soone as sighes had ouerblowne my teares And teares allaid my sighings vehemence Audacitie expulser of those feares Gaue to desire at last preheminence Who saw it now to be of consequence Sauced his tale with dutie and respect And thus began or to the like effect It is no feuer Ladie in the vaines Nor in the blood of humors the excesse Nor stomacks vapor that annoies the braines Nor ill contagion in the Arteries Nor any griefe that Physicke remedies It is c. and heere my lips refusde to moue Stopping the sentence ere I came to Loue. Haply said she as I doe iudge thereon It is some toy or fancie in your head Some sicknes grounded on opinion Or else some error your conceit hath bred Then as suppose you to this anguish led By mine aduice if you list ruled be For health sake doe suppose the contrarie Were it within the compas of my wits Leader of my desires thus I replide To remedie the outrage of those fits That from this bodie would my life diuide The rather should these cordials be applide That I might keepe my life in health to doe The seruices that loue commands me to But out alas that waied downe with paine With hands erected vp that I should crie As doth the saylers blowne into the maine After the ship that fore the winde doth flie And yet in sight of helpe must helpeles die So I neere hir that can my woes appease Doe perish like the outcast in the Seas Are you the woorser that I am so neere The Ladie said and I not thereof ware Nay happie then quoth I that you are heere And haples too bicause you are so farre She aunswered hereunto these riddles are Can neere be far can happy haples be As well quoth I as see and not to see What is he Madame that doth baite his eies Be he of mortall or immortall kinde Vpon the beauties which your visage dies And drawes not present death into his minde Vnles your gratious lookes do prooue so kinde As with a yeelding fauour to preuent The dangers thereunto are incident Can it be possible you should not knowe The powre and vertue of sweete beauties gift Can heauen and nature measureles bestowe The things that you to Angels calling lift And you not vnderstand their purpos'd drift Might they aduance yee to a Goddesse seate And you be ignorant why they make yee great If this were true which you of me suppose The praise of beautie and commended parts I see no reason to esteeme of those That do complaine them of such pettie smarts Not incident to men of valiant harts The argument is dull and nothing quicke Bicause that I am faire you should be sicke Suppose I haue those graces and those flowres And all the vertues that you can recite You looke you like and you must haue them yours Forsooth bicause they mooue your appetite I see no reason to impart my right Before that God and men agreed be To let all things run in communitie An easie thing for you to ouercome Faire Ladie him that is so deepe your thrall For euery syllable from your lips that come Beares wit and weight and vehemence withall Vnder the which my subiect spirits fall If you do speake or if you nought expresse Your beautie of it selfe is Conqueresse With fauour Ladie giue me leaue to speake If you will listen a condemneds tale No pettie wound can make my hart strings breake Nor might a trifle worke this deadly bale Your soueraigne beautie doth me hither hale The stronger doth euen by a common course Ouer the weaker exercise his force Ladie in condiscending vnto Loue You do not share nor yet your right forgo In that you shall your seruants sute approue And blesse him with those fauors you can showe To higher place of dignitie you growe The Sun were not in my opinion bright If there were not eie witnes of his light No abiect commons of those things he seekes Nor any way doth labor to induce That liues to serue and honor hir he leekes In hope at last to make an happie truce And for this cause all other he refuse To exercise those parts with serious care Which to his Mistres fancie pleasing are But sir quoth she how can ye answere this You men complaine Loues torments to be great Saying that he a mightie Tyrant is Such one as putteth reason from hir seat Why wish ye to insnare me in this net Better it is you suffer that you doe Then such extreames should happen vpon two When Loue sweete Ladie thorowly accords The Louers and beloueds harts in one This amitie a perfect heauen affords Vpon the instant of this vnion Banisht is thence all sorrow care and mone For they which in conspiring Loue abide Liue with continuall ioies vnsatisfide This is beleeu'd and knowne by common brute When of vs Dames ye hap to get a graunt You giue it to the cunning of your sute Vsing with your companions thus to vaunt These pretie fooles tis nothing to enchaunt As fishers vse for fish with fish to bait These faire ones so faire speeches catches strait Let not sweete Loue the fault of one or few Or sinister report of truthelesse fame Endamage the desart of him can shew Many effects repugnant to the same Vnworthie he of life or Louers name Shall dare vnto hir
honor wrong or scathe Of whom both life and happines he hathe It is a proofe said she of foolishnes To set that vpon chaunce which may be sure Exempt from Loue I liue in happines In which condition I will yet indure Griefes come apace we neede not them procure In the estate I liue I am content And minde not Loue in dread of discontent I know quoth I you can from Loue refraine Bicause he holds his state within your eies But I the vassall of his hard disdaine Am so deiected as I cannot rise Albeit my sute and seruice you dispise Yet giue me leaue to honor and admire Your beautie which afflicteth my desire Ther's little reason said she then to like The thing which you affirme to vexe ye so If your desire such discontentment strike Such war such anguish agonies and woe Let that fantastike I aduise ye goe The man is much desirous of vnrest That home intreates a knowne disquiet guest Excepting Loue demaund you at my hand What euer is in my abilitie And may with vertue and mine honor stand Ladie said I Loue is the Maladie And vnto Loue Loue's th'onely remedie But sith you doe herein my sute detest Then grant me this the last I shall request When haples Loue hath brought me to the graue If so at any time you passe that way Where my consuming bones their buriall haue Vouchsafe yee then for pitties sake to say As I remember heere my seruant lay Long time a Louer in affection true Whom my disdaine and rigor ouerthrew Altho yee die quoth she I will not loue And for you will not loue said I I die Then presently my spirits faild to moue Retiring backe themselues successiuelie But when she did the signe of death espie She puld she halde seruant said she abide Let not thy mistres be thy homicide If thy affections doe from Loue proceede How canst thou die and I thy liues life neere If thou doost loue and honor me indeede Why with this act dost thou defame me heere If thou esteemst my Loue and honor deere O liue and see my rigour ouerthrowne And come and take possession of thine owne And then vnable weeping to withholde She sundrie meanes assaies to make me liue My brests she strikes she rubs my temples colde And with such vehemence of labours striue As life vnto a Marble stone might giue My hand at last she amorously doth straine And with a kisse drew vp my life againe This new sprong ioy conceiued in my hart Of Loues assurance vnder hand and seale Dilated thence abroad to euery part Telling how graciouslie my loue did deale My soule and spirit swelling with this zeale So rowsed sleepe that he his holde forsooke And I through surfeit of the ioy awooke Awaked thus I presently perceiu'd The vanitie and falshood of these ioyes Finding that fond illusions had deceiu'd My ouerwatched braine with idle toyes Then I that freshly felt my first annoyes Their woonted rage within my thoughts to keepe Gan thus expostulate the cause with sleepe Thou ease of harts with burth'nous woes opprest Thou pitier of the cares of busie daie Thou friend to louers in their deepe vnrest Turning their anguishes another waie Why may not I continue with thee aie Sith that my destinie is so extreame As not to haue my good but in a dreame Why art thou not O dreame the same you seeme Seeing thy visions our contentment brings Or doe we of their woorthines misdeeme To call them shadowes that are reall things And falslie attribute their due to wakings O doe but then perpetuate thy sleight And I will sweare thou workst not by deceit And now the Morning entring at the glasse Made of these thoughts some intermission Thus haue I tolde what things in dreame did passe Vpon the former daies occasion And whence they come in mine opinion But whether they tell truth or nothing lesse I shall resolue vpon my dreames successe Excellent Ditties of diuers kindes and rare inuention written by sundry Gentlemen WEepe you my lines for sorrow whilst I write For you alone may manifest my griefe Your numbers must my endles woes recite Such woes as wound my soule without reliefe Such bitter woes as who so would disclose them Must cease to talke for hart can scarse suppose them My restles braines deuour'd by many thoughts Disclaiming ioies doth make a heauen of hell An Idoll of mislikes a God of noughts Contrarious passions on my braine doth dwell They would haue ease yet seeke for ceaslesse strife And make their cause of death their meanes of life Mine eies are dim'd by two diuine delights And through their sight my hart hath caught a wound Their lids were shut amids the lingring nights Their yeelding fountaines watring of the ground Doe ceasles run and shroud their shining ioy And drowne Content in riuers of annoy I faine to smile when as I faint for feare I dreame on ioy when as I doubt of woe I burne in fire yet still approch it neare I like of mirth yet will no solace knowe I see content yet neuer cease to sigh I liue secure yet danger passeth nigh I catch at hope yet ouertake it neuer I feede on thought yet thought doth force my end I craue repose yet finde disquiet euer I scorne aduice yet counsell is my frend I will be free yet feede on thraldome still I honor wit yet feede on foolish will Mine eies complaine the follies of my hart My hart laments the errors of mine eie My thoughts would burie endles things in art Mine eie my hart my thoughts wend all awrie Yet of my harmes ye heauens the worst is this I cannot censure what my sorrow is My life is death for no delights are in it My musike mone and yet I neuer leaue it My succour hope yet can I neuer win it My gaines report yet will I not perceiue it My foode suspect and yet I cannot slie it My foe neglect and yet I meane to trie it By day I freeze I frie I wish I wait By night I loath my rest and wish for day Both day and night my hart with doubts I bait Weying delight from cause of my decaie The Vultures that consume my tender brest Is sweete desire the cause of my vnrest Now what I am my sorie cheekes disclose Once what I was my smiling eies bewraid Now what I want coniecture by my woes Once what I scornd hath now my hart betraid Wo's me my want of helpe doth well approue The paines I feele is euen the pangs of Loue. Well be it paine Loues torments let it be Let endles thoughts consume my restles braines Let teares so choake mine eies I may not see Let toong be mute for to disclose my paines Let ioyes let hope let all contents surcease These bitter plagues my fancies shall increase No paine no fortune shall my Loue confound My spotles faith my simple truth shall proue That I my liking on no errors ground Thus will
wherein a minde may dwell The loathed life that happie harts may hate The saddest tale that euer toong could tell But reade this verse and say who wrote the same Doth onely dwell where comfort neuer came A carefull head first crost with crooked hap A wofull wit bewitcht with wretched will A clyming hart falne downe from Fortunes lap A bodie borne to loose his labour still A mourning minde sore mated with despite May serue to shewe the lacke of my delite Yet more than this a hope still founde in vaine A vile dispaire that speakes but of distresse A forst content to suffer deadly paine A paine so great as can not get redresse Will all affirme my sum of sorrow such As neuer man that euer knew so much AS rare to heare as seldome to be seene It can not be nor euer yet hath beene That fire should burne with perfect heate and flame Without some matter for to yeeld the same A straunger case yet true by proofe I knowe A man in ioye that liued still in woe Burnt with desire and doth posses at will Enioying all yet all desiring still Who hath ynough yet thinks he liues without To want no loue and yet to stand in doubt What discontent to liue in such desire To haue his will yet euer to require THe time when first I fell in Loue Which now I must lament The yeere wherein I lost such time to compasse my content The day wherein I sawe too late The follies of a Louer The hower wherein I found such losse As care cannot recouer And last the minute of mishap Which makes me thus to plaine The dolefull fruits of Louers sutes Which labor lose in vaine Doth make me solemnly protest As I with paine doe proue There is no time yeere day nor howre Nor minute good to loue WHen day is gone and darknes come The toyling tired wight Doth vse to ease his wearie bones By rest in quiet night When storme is staied and harbor woon The Sea man set on shore With comfort doth requite the care Of perils past before When Loue hath woon where it did woo And light where it delites Contented minde thenceforth forgets The frowne of former spites THough neither tears nor torments can be thought Nor death it selfe too deere to be sustaind To win those ioyes so woorthie to be sought So rare to reach so sweete to be obtaind Yet earnest Loue with longing to aspire To that which hope holds in so high regarde Makes time delaid a torment to desire When Loue with hope forbeares his iust rewarde Then blessed hope haste on thy happie daies Saue my desire by shortning thy dealaies A notable description of the World OF thick and thin light heauie dark and cleere White black blew red green purple die Gold Siluer Brasse Lead Iron Tin and Copper Moist aire hot fire cold water earth full drie Blood Choler Flegme and Melancholie by A mixed masse a Chaos all confusde Such was the world till God diuision vsde In framing heau'n and earth God did diuide The first daies light and darkth to night and day The second he a firmament applide Third fruitfull earth appeerd Seas tooke their way Fourth Sun and Moone with Stars in skies he fixt Fift Fish and Foule the Sea and land possest And God made Man like to himselfe the sixt The seauenth day when all things he had blest He hallowed that and therein tooke his rest W. S. Gent. BY wracke late driuen on shoare from Cupids Crare Whose sailes of error sighes of hope and feare Conueied through seas of teares and sands of care Till rocks of high disdaine hir sides did teare I write a dirge for dolefull doues to sing With selfe same quill I pluckt from Cupids wing Farewell vnkinde by whom I fare so ill Whose looks bewitcht my thoughts with false surmise Till forced reason did vnbinde my will And shewed my hart the follie of mine eies And saide attending where I should attaine Twixt wish and want was but a pleasing paine Farewell vnkinde my floate is at an ebbe My troubled thoughts are turnd to quiet wars My fancies hope hath spun and spent hir webbe My former wounds are closed vp with skars As ashes lie longe since consumde with fire So is my loue so now is my desire Farewell vnkinde my first and finall loue Whose coie contempts it bootes not heere to name But gods are iust and euery star aboue Doth threat reuenge where faith's reward is blame And I may liue though your despised thrall By fond mischoyce to see your fortunes fall Farewell vnkinde most cruell of your kinde By whom my worth is drowned in disdaines As was my loue so is your iudgement blinde My fortune ill and such hath bene my gaines But this for all I list no more to saie Farewell faire proude not lifes but loues decaie THe gentle season of the yeere Hath made my blooming branch appeere And beautified the land with flowres The aire doth sauor with delight The heauens doe smile to see the sight And yet mine eies augments their showres The meades are mantled all with greene The trembling leaues haue cloth'd the treene The birds with feathers new doe sing But I poore soule when wrong doth wrack Attyres my slfe in mourning black Whose leafe doth fall amid his spring And as you see the skarlet Rose In his sweete prime his buds disclose Whose hewe is with the Sun reuiued So in the Aprill of mine age My liuely colours doe asswage Because my Sun-shine is depriued My hart that wonted was of yore Light as the winde abroad to sore Amongst the buds when beautie springs Now onely houers ouer you As doth the birde thats taken new And mourns when all hir neighbours sings When euery man is bent to sport Then pensiue I alone resort Into some solitarie walke As doth the dolefull Turtle doue Who hauing lost hir faithfull loue Sits mourning on some withered stalke There to my selfe I doe recount How far my woes my ioyes surmount How Loue requiteth me with hate How all my pleasures end in paine How hate doth say my hope is vaine How fortune frownes vpon my state And in this moode charg'd with despaire With vapored sighes I dim the aire And to the Gods make this request That by the ending of my life I may haue truce with this strange strife And bring my soule to better rest A Counterloue DEclare O minde from fond desires excluded That thou didst find erewhile by Loue deluded An eie the plot whereon Loue sets his gin Beautie the trap wherein the heedles fall A smile the traine that drawes the simple in Sweete words the wilie instrument of all Intreaties posts faire promises are charmes Writing the messenger that wooes our harmes Mistresse and seruant titles of mischaunce Commaundments done the act of slauerie Their coulors worne a clownish cognisaunce And double dutie pettie drudgerie And when she twines and dallies with thy
of Iealousie A Seeing friend yet enimie to rest A wrangling passion yet a gladsom thought A bad companion yet a welcom guest A knowledge wisht yet found too soone vnsought From heauen supposde yet sure condemn'd to hell Is Iealousie and there forlorne doth dwell And thence doth send fond feare and false suspect To haunt our thoughts bewitched with mistrust Which breedes in vs the issue and effect Both of conceits and actions far vniust The griefe the shame the smart wherof doth proue That Iealousie's both death and hell to Loue. For what but hell moues in the iealous hart Where restles feare works out all wanton ioyes Which doth both quench and kill the louing part And cloies the minde with worse than knowne annoyes Whose pressure far exceeds hells deepe extreemes Such life leads Loue entangled with misdeemes AH poore Conceit delite is dead Thy pleasant daies are doon The shadie dales must be his walke That cannot see the sunne The world I now to witnes call The heauens my records be If euer I were false to Loue Or Loue were true to me I knowe it now I knew it not But all too late I rew it I rew not that I knew it not But that I euer knew it My care is not a fond conceit That breedes a fained smart My griefes doe gripe me at the gall And gnaw me at the hart My teares are not those fained drops That fall from fancies eies But bitter streams of strange distresse Wherein discomfort lies My sighes are not those heauie sighes That showes a sickly breath My passions are the perfect signes And very paines of death In sum to make a dolefull end To see my death so nie That sorow bids me sing my last And so my senses die SHort is my rest whose toile is ouerlong My ioyes are darke but cleere I see my voe My safetie small great wracks I bide by wrong Whose time is swift and yet my hap but sloe Each griefe and wound in my poore hart appeeres That laugheth howres and weepeth many yeeres Deedes of the day are fables for the night Sighes of desire are smoakes of thoughtfull teares My steps are false although my paths be right Disgrace is bolde and fauor full of feares Disquiet sleepe keepes audit of my life Where rare content doth make displeasure rife The dolefull bell that is the voice of time Cals on my end before my haps be seene Thus fals my hopes whose harmes haue power to clime Not come to haue that long in wish hath beene I seeke your loue and feare not others hate Be you with me and I haue Caesars state The praise of Virginitie VIrginitie resembleth right the Rose That gallantly within the garden growes Whilst in the mothers bodie it doth stand Of nibling sheep vntoucht or shepherds hand The aire thereon and ruddie morne doth smile The earth and waters fauours it that while Braue lustie youth and the inamord Dame Euen so doth age and temples craue the same But when from naturall stalke it is remou'd And place where it so highly was belou'd The grace that earth and heauen thereon did cast With beautie fauor loue and all is past Euen so the Maid when once hir flowre is lost More deere than eie or life or what is most The loue and liking which she had before Forgoeth quite and she esteem'd no more Ladies Lenuoy to you that haue this prize I reed ye hold your wone if yiou be wise ONight O ielious night repugnant to my pleasures O night so long desir'd yet crosse to my content Ther's none but onely thou that can performe my pleasures Yet none but onely thou that hindereth my intent Thy beams thy spiteful beams thy lamps that burn to brightly Discouer all my traines and naked lay my drifts That night by night I hope yet faile my purpose nightly Thy enuious glaring gleame defeateth so my shifts Sweet night withhold thy beams withhold them til to morow Whose ioyes in lack so long a hell of torments breedes Sweete night sweete gentle night doe not prolong my sorow Desire is guide to me and Loue no Loadstar needes Let Sailers gaze on stars and Moone so freshly shining Let them that misse the way be guided by the light I knowe my Ladies bowre there needes no more diuining Affection sees in darke and Loue hath eies by night Dame Cinthia couch awhile holde in thy hornes for shining And glad not lowring night with thy too glorious raies But be she dim and darke tempestuous and repining That in hir spite my sport may worke thy endles praise And when my will is wrought then Cinthia shine good Ladie All other nights and daies in honour of that night That happie heauenly night that night so darke and shadie Wherein my Loue had eies that lighted my delight SWeete Violets Loues paradice that spred Your gracious odours which you couched beare Within your palie faces Vpon the gentle wing of some calme breathing winde That plaies amidst the plaine If by the fauour of propicious stars you gaine Such grace as in my Ladies bosome place to finde Be prowd to touch those places And whē hir warmth your moisture forth doth wear Whereby hir daintie parts are sweetly fed Your honors of the flowrie meads I pray You pretie daughters of the earth and Sun With milde and seemly breathing straight display My bitter sighes that haue my hart vndoon Vermilion Roses that with new daies rise Display your Crimsen folds fresh looking faire Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned raies of Roseat rising morne Ah if hir virgins hand Doe pluck your pure ere Phoebus view the land And vaile your gracious pomp in louely natures scorne If chaunce my Mistres traces Fast by your flowres to take the Sommers aire Then wofull blushing tempt hir glorious eies To spread their teares Adonis death reporting And tell Loues torments sorowing for hir frend Whose drops of blood within your leaus cōsorting Report faire Venus mones withouten end Then may remorse in pitying of my smart Drie vp my teares and dwell within hir hart A Vrora now began to rise againe From watrie couch and from old Tithons side In hope to kisse vpon Acteian plaine Yong Cephalus and through the golden glide On Easterne coast she cast so great a light That Phoebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis Bowre wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire Nor sooner gan his winged steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amyntas hasteth him apace In desarts thus to weepe a wofull tale Now silent shades and all that dwell therein As Birds or Beasts or Wormes that creepe on grounde Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rew the griefe of mine eternall wounde And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And whilst I die for want of my delight Lament the woes that Fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke