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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19156	The teares of loue: or, Cupids progresse Together vvith the complaint of the sorrowfull shepheardesse; fayre (but vnfortunate) Candida, deploring the death of her deare-lou'd Corauin, a late liuing (and an euer to be lamented) shepheard. In a (passionate) pastorall elegie. Composed by Thomas Collins.	Collins, Thomas, fl. 1610-1615.	1615 (1615)	STC 5567; ESTC S105129	29,879	56

Thenots nor doth Thirsis owe it But 't is my lip Loue did on me bestowe it Then would he kisse it and in kissing crie Heer 's Heau'n on earth and th' onely ioy that I Desire to haue for with a tutch of this Mee thinkes I feele a taste of all true blisse Then would he kisse and kisse it o're agen Such sweets as those ne're satiateth men And then in passion feeling what he spoke From his sweet tong these sugred speeches broke If euer Balsamum did cure a wound If euer comforts did mans cares confound If euer excellence did breathe on earth Here I protest it first of all tooke birth For here I finde the Fountaine of delight By day to comfort and content by night Here finde I Nectar and Ambrosia too For which the gods striue as we mortals doe Heere 's Hibla's honny and Himettus dewe Desir'd by all but ah inioy'd by fewe Here is the summe of all my soules desire Here springs the fuell that inflames loues fire Here sweet Aromaticks and odours flowe Rarer then euer did in Aegypt growe Here is the place surpasseth Helicon Which all the Muses sport and play vpon Heere sits the Graces on this sacred lip Heere dance the Fayries heere they finely trip The Shag-hayr'd Satyres and the Dreiads all Heere onely keepe their solemne Festiuall Heere is the Latmus Phebe light vpon To kisse her deare-lou'd young Endimion Heere is the Crimson-colour'd Currall dore Wherewith Loue locks vp his delicious store Heere are inclos'd Port-cullices of Pearle Giuen by the gods t' adorne my dainty Girle Whiter then Iv'ry and of farre more worth Then all the pearles that Taprobane brings forth Heere lyes intrench'd the organ of her heart Which neuer moues but musicke doth impart Sweeter then that which god Apollo playd When he to win faire Daphnes loue assayd Oh how my soule is rauish'd when I heare That most mellifluous tongue sound in mine eare For then me thinks some sacred Angell sings Whose voyce my sences in a slumber brings And all my cares and corrasiues expels By hearing her whose harmony excels For Candida can tune her sweet tongue so That when she speaks her words extirps my woe And heere ah heere besides what is recited Is one thing more wherewith I am delighted And that 's her dulcet and delicious breath Able to sweeten the sowre face of Death And purifie the most infectious ayre What it perfumes no poyson can impaire Odours and Incense offer'd to the gods Are not so sweet as her sweet breath by ods For when she speakes the Sunne seemes to exhale And drawe that vapour from this earthly vale Vp to the cloudes which sweetned there withall Shall henceforth none but honny drops let fall Which drops distilling from fayre heav'n to earth Shall giue her glory that first gaue them birth Thus would my deare-lou'd lou'ly Corauin Sir and discourse when we alone haue bin Then would he claspe me in his comely armes Whose pleasant touches were as powerful charms To bind me with more fast and firmer too Then chaines of Ir'n or Adamant can doe And b'ing impris'nd in that Iv'ry Gayle From whence sweet kisses onely were my bayle Hee 'd set him down vpon the green-leau'd grasse And hauing me in 's armes would say Sweet lasse Heere we may sport vs on these pleasant bankes And vse a thousand pretty wanton prancks Heere we may sit and clip and coll and kisse Dally do what we will taste all Loues blisse For heer 's no enuious Ill-suspecting eye Neere to this place we heere in couert lie Time proffers here from foule reproach to free vs For why heer 's none saue heau'nly power 's can see vs. Lo thus the place with th' opportunity Moues many a chaste mind to immodesty And brought my Corauin there furtherance hauing For what 's vnfitting thus to fall a crauing Sweet Candida quoth he thou know'st I loue thee And for Loues first fruits now I meane to moue thee Thou see'st the all-discrying light of day Is almost fled and vanished away And sable colour'd night which all things couers Spreads her black Curtain to befriend kind Louers Lo all is whist our flocks are close in folde And we alone why should we not be bolde It were a shame that I so long should woo thee And neuer offer Loues delights vnto thee Then blame me not though now I moue that sute Maids should be mar'd if men were euer mute It is our part to make the proffer still But 's your acceptance makes it good or ill Then be propitious like the time and place Th' are happy louers haue kind loues in chase Come Candida thou know'st what I desire No Sea 's more boundles then Loues burning fire Deare Sweet delay not but let me possesse That which I seeke thou shalt haue ne're the lesse Then yeeld to me without resisting long T is vaine for weak ones to contend with strong With that I sigh'd and wept and struggled too And thus cry'd out oh God what shall I doe Shall I be iniur'd by my onely friend And will he rob me that should me defend what faith 's in men when friends do traitors proue And let their lusts gaine soueraignty 'ore Loue This sayd quoth he Why weep'st and wayl'st thou thus Since time and place seeke both to pleasure vs My Faith and Troth thou know'st are plight to thee That true and constant I will euer be What though we are not as I wish we were Married together let that be no barre For in the heau'ns He that doth sit most high Knowes all our vow 's and knowes I doe not lie Wee two are linck'd though not with Hymens band With heart in heart and also hand in hand And whilst in me remaines a sparke of life I will account sweet Candida my wife And at the instant I resigne my breath I 'le call thee so and seale it with my death For th' art my wife and there liues none but thee That any right or int'rest hath in mee Sweet Candida then why should'st thou resist me And hauing thus spoke twenty times he kist me For kissing's oyle which cast vpon loues fire Doth aggrauate and make it more aspire But words vows kisses though too strong all three All wanted power to preuaile with mee For though these agents did all pleade delight Yet still I dreaded lest some danger might Ensue thereof besides the hideous shame That might detect me whereso're I came And therefore thus replide Sweet Corauin Oh do not tice me for to taste that sin That odious sin which with my soule I doe Hate euen as hell and all hells torments too I yet am cleare my flesh is free from taint Of filthy lust then seeke not thou to stain 't But rather lend me thy keene-edged knife Wherewith to end this my vnhappy life For I protest ten thousand deaths I le die E're lose mine honor shipwracke chasttiy He hearing me thus resolutely bent First fetch'd a sigh then

their endlesse woe Sit and condole them whom he iniur'd so VVhich being done let him goe seeke out Death And changing's quiuer bid him stop the breath Of those weake wights whom he with Loue did wound Or else vntimely time shall him confound This Death may doe but those whom Loue hath slaine With Deaths dart cannot be reuiu'd againe For Loue in this without commission went But whom death slaies 't is with the fates consent Death hath authority for to destroy But Loue should not kill but procure mens ioy And therefore Loue was too too blame in this To vse Deaths engines and giue bale for blisse Great faults deserue no fauourable meed Yet b'ing thus check'd and punish'd for the deed Since though a god he 's but a childe good sooth And being blinde he sees not what he doth At his returne let our displeasures end For I 'm perswaded heele no more offend To this great Ioue and all the gods agreed And being cōfirmd adiornd the court with speed Cupid departed and to earth he goes To sit and heare the sorrowes sighes and woes Of the sad Swaines for those whom he had slaine But most for Corauin they did complaine And eu'ry one of them exclaim'd on Death Not thinking Cupid had reft him of breath Vntill the time that he was clad in clay Which woe is me was on Saint Peters day A day of dread Oh had it neuer bin T'intombe in clay the comely Corauin The comely Corauin the more griefe 's mine In th' earth that day the shepheards did inshrine Inshrine aye me they did and I must say When I name that I name a weeping day A weeping day Yea so it was indeed For then heauen wept and th' hearts of men did bleed Did bleed 't is true their hearts did bleed and they Did nought but weepe vpon that wofull day That wofull day the clouds of heau'n distill'd A world of water wherewith they were fill'd VVere fill'd yea fill'd and so let fall awaie As if they 'd meant t' haue drown'd the earth that day That day the Sun a sable weed did weare And with a blacke hood hid his golden hayre That day the skie put on a mourning cloake And shew'd no vapours but what seem'd like smoake That day the earth was all as blacke as Iet Onely with teares wherewith 't was ouer-wet That day a sort of most sweet siluer bells Did nothing sound but sad-tun'd dolefull knells That day there was a world of weeping eyes Sorrow 's no niggard of sighs teares and cries That day each Shepheard wore a Cypresse wreath Vpon his head and all blacke Say beneath That day was Corauins sad funerall Which still 's lamented and for euer shall A goodly troope did on his hearse attend And more had done if they his death had kend For Candida ne're knew that he was dead Vntill she heard that he was buried And then too soone 't was knowne and she did goe Whil'st Cupid was there that did breed her woe Lo now my Muse is come to nought but mourning Her ioyes are past and hopelesse of returning Oh you that euer felt the force of Loue Or know what powerfull pass'ons it doth moue You that haue wept and sigh'd and grieu'd and gron'd When but your selues none knew for what you mon'd You you oh you you that know loue indeed You whose soules melt whose very hearts doe bleed At the remembrance of the sweet sweet name Of sacred Loue the soueraigne King of flame 'T is you I call to you that I implore If yet you haue or sighes or teares in store Oh lend me them or some of them at least Much he hath need of makes a liberall feast One Muse vnlesse inspired from aboue Can ne're expresse the passions of true loue One man 's too weake in iudgement and in wit T'explane the force and the effects of it Oh helpe me then helpe both my Muse and mee That by your ayd it may described bee The little streams of water small brooks giue her Doe quickly make a full-vein'd flowing Riuer So eu'ry accent eu'ry sigh or teare That you lend mee my work will help 't vpreare Hard is the heart that will no helpe extend Especially for Loues sake to a friend Come then and ayd me and in hope you will In Loues deepe passion now I le dip my quill Candida hearing of these heauy newes Doth sigh sob sownde and all sad actions vse Oh heauens quoth she why do I liue thus long Or why hath Death and Time done me this wrong Why haue they got my Corauin away Why haue they lapp'd his comely corps in clay VVhy hath heau'n let that fowle Fiend Death haue power To crop the blossome of that scarse-bloom'd flower Why haue the Fates so fayre a Shepheard slaine VVhy haue they robd me of so rare a Swaine Why haue they stolne the lustre of my life Why got a hop'd-for husband from his wife Why dimd the Sun that shin'd vpon me heere And left me neither Loue nor friend nor pheere Why vnsuspected hath time him betray'd VVhy made m'a widdow whilst I am a Mayd VVhy hath he reft me of all ioyes in one And why left me to wayle now he is gone Oh what did moue the gods to be so cruell As to depriue me of my dearest Iewell As to depriue me of my dearest Iewell And leaue me like a fire without fuell Fire without fuell soone will fade and die And without Corauin euen so must I Euen so must I. Yea and great reason too For want of his life doth my life vndoe VVhat els had I wherein I tooke delight VVhat ioy had I but onely in his sight What comfort had I but in Corauin VVhat hearts content but whereas he hath bin VVhat pleasure to me did this world extend VVhat other solace but that one sweet friend VVhat did I loue or what did I hold deere But onely him my Loue my life my pheere And is he gone is he vntimely slaine By Loue or Death or by my owne disdaine Oh which of vs three hath the Murtherer bin VVhich of vs was it that kil'd Corauin Loue was it thou oh if thou did'st it speake For if Loue kil'd him griefe my heart will breake 'T will wound my soule euen to the very death If Loue hath reft my deare-belou'd of breath I know he lou'd me and that wondrous well And I lou'd him more deare then tongue can tell But oh 't was long before that I could do it And much adoe he had to bring me to it He su'de he seru'd and often sought vnto mee By pray'rs plaints teares and all that else might woo mee But I relentlesse was and slinty hard And his great griefes but little did regard I was too young to feele the force of Loue Teares plaints nor pray'rs could me to pitty moue Then would he write and as he wrote hee 'd weep Blood was his inke which he in teares would steep The pen shew'd pure