in despaire What folly âond doth breed me my vnrest Will spitfull loue increase continuall care To worke her wrath on me aboue the rest And will she still increase my sorrowing sighes With pinching paine of heart with torments torne Are these rewards or are they Cupids slights To kill the heart which is with sorrowes worne Then witnes beare you woods and wasts about You craggie rockes with hilles and valleyes low Recording birds you beasts both strong and stout You fishes deafe you waues that ebbe and flow Heere haue in minde that loue hath slaine a hart As true as trueth vnto her froward friend Whose dying death shal shew her faithfull parte What so my deare hath alwayes of me deemd The red brest then did seeme to be the Clarke And shrowded her vnder the mosse so greene He calles the birds each one to sing a parte A âight full stâange and woâthy to be seene The Larke the Thrush and Nightingale The Linnets sweete and eke the Turtles true The chattering Pie the lay and eke the Quaile The Thrustle-Cock that was so blacke of hewe All these did sing the prayse of her true heart And mournd her death with dolefull musick sound Each one digged earth and plyed so their part Till that she was close closed vnder ground Finis The counsell of a friend to one in loue CLime not too high for feare thou catch a fall Seeke not to build thy nest within the Sunne Refrraine the thing which bringeth thee to thrall Least when too late thou findste thy selâe vndone Cause thy desires to rest and sleepe a space And let thy fancie take her restiâg place The Tiger fâerce cannot by âorce be tamed The Eagle wilde wil not be brought to fist Nor womens mindes at any time be framed To doe ought more then what their fancies liât Then cease thy pride and let thy plumes downe fall Least soaring still thou purchasts endles thrall Finis A Ladies complaint for the losse of her Loue. COme follow me you Nymphes Whose eyes are neuer drie Augment your wayling number nowe With me poore Emâlie Giue place ye to my plaintes Whose ioyes aââ pincht with paine Mâ loue alas through foule mishâp Most cruell death haâh slaine What wight can wel alas my sorrowes noâ indite I waile want my new desire I lack my new delite Gush out my trickling teares Like mighty floods of raine My Knight âlas through foule mishap Most cruell death hath âlaine Oh hap alas most hard Oh death why didst thou so Wây could not I embrace my ioy for me that bid âuch woe False Fortunu out alas Woe worth thy subtill trâine Wâereby my loue through foule mishap Most cruell death hath slaine Rock me a sleepe in woe You wofull Sisters three Oh cut you off my fatall threed Dispatch poore Emelie Why should I liue alas And linger thus in paine Farewell my life sith that my loue Most cruell death hath slaine Finis The lamentable complaint of a Louer ACcord your notes vnto my wofull songs You chirping birds which hant the cloudy skie Cease off your flight and come to heare my wrongs Compeld by loue mixed with crueââââ Leaue off I say and help me to lament My wofull dayes vntill my time be spent With sorrow great I passe a way the time The which too long I feele vnto my paine Too childish is this fond conceit of mine That voyde of hope doth helpelesse still remaine Yet wil I rest til time doth fuâther serue That Aâropos doth me of life bereaue But fie fond foole I complaine of disease And faultlesse Fortune I begin to blame Venus her selfe doth seeke me âor to please In causing me to loue so rare a dame But if âaire Nimph I might enioy thy sight Thy fauour faâre would force in me delight But I am bannisht from thy comely hew Oh thy sweet loue but yet I wil remaine For euer thine as perfect louer true Without all guile although thou me disdaine And thâs I end although not rest content Vntil such time wy wretched dayes are spent Finis A Poeme boâh pithie and pleasant IF right were rackt and ouer-runne And power take parte wiâh open wrong If force by feare doe yeeld too soone The lack is like to last too long If God âot goods shal be vnplacâd If right for riches leaues his shape If world for wisdome be imbrac'd The guesse is great much hurâ may hap Among good thinges I prooue and find The quiet life doth most abound And sure to the contented miâd There is no tiches may be found Riches doth hate to be content Rule is enmie to quiet ease Power for the most part is vnpacient And seldome likes to llue in peace I heard a Shepheard once compare Tâat qâiet nigââs he had mâre sleepe And haâ more mârrie dayes to spare Then he which ought his Flock of sheepe I would not haue it thought heereby The Dolphin swim I meane to teach Nâ yet to learne the Faulcon flie I roue not âo farre past my reach But as my part aboue the rest Is wel to wish and good to will So till the breath doth fayle my bsest I shal not stay to wish you still A Poeme THe time was once that I haue liâed free And wandred heere and where me liketh best But in my wandring I did chance to see A Damsel faire which causd in me small rest For at her sight mine heârt was wounded sore That liued free and voyd of loue before Which when I felt I got me to my bed Thinking to rest my heauie heart but then There came strange thoughts inâo my troubled hed Which made me thinke vpon my thoughts a gen And thus in thinking on my thoughts did sleep And dreamed that another diâ her keepe With this same dreame I sudainly awoke Aâd orderly did marke it euery poynt And with the same so great a griefe I tooke That as one scard I quaked euery ioynt Yet at the last supposd it but a dreame My troubled spirits did reuiue againe Finis Fantasma IN fortune as I lay my fortune was to finde Such fancies as my carefull thought had brought into my minde And when each one was gone to rest full soft in bed to lie I would haue slept but then the watch did follow still mine eye And sodainly I saw a sea of sorrowes prest Whose wicked waues of sharpe repulse brought me vnquieâ rest I saw this world and how it went each state in his degree And that from wealth graunted is both life and liberâie I saw how Enuie it did raigne and bare the greatest price Yet greater poyson is not found within the Cockatrice I also saw how that disdaine ofâ times to forge my woe Gaue me the cup of bitâer sweete to pledge my mortall foe I also saw hoâ that deceit to rest no place could finde But stiâl constraind an endles paine to follow natures kinde I also saw most strange how Nature did forsake the blood that in her womb was
neuer can haue ând It is the Throne ofhigh ãâã sweete The God of power of glorie and of grace Where vertue dweâs and her adherents meete In ioyful feare to see his heauenly face Where holy saints and higheââ Angels sing An Alleluia to their heauenly King There is the day and there is neueâ night There euer ioy and there is neuer sorrow There neuer wrong buâ there is euer right There eueâ haue and neuer need to borrow There euer loue and there is neuer hate Neuer but there was euer such a state There all the graces doe agree in one There liueth brethren in one âinke of loue There all the saints doe ferue one King alone Who giues the blis of highest hearts behoue There is the place of perfect paradice Where conscience liues and comfort neuer dieâ There is the Sun the beautie of the skie The Moone and Starres the candles of the night Thâre is the essence of that heaâenly eye That blinds the proud and giues the humble light There is the rainâbow bended by his hand Who doth both heauen earth seâ hel coÌmand There sitteth God in glorie of hiâ throne With Virgins saints and Angels all attended Who in his âre hath Kingdomes ouerthrowen And in his loue hath little things defended Whose glorie more then may by man be knowen And glorie most is in his mercy showen There doth he sit in highest of his power Calling the poore vnto his âich reliefe Sowing the sweete that killeth euerie sower Giuing the salue that healeth euery griefe Makieg them liue that loâg were dead before And liuing âo that they can die no more By him alone the dumbe doe speake agâine Oâ him alone the blinde receiue their seeing With him alone is pleasure without pain In him alone haue blessed hearts their beeing To him alone and onely but vnto him All glorie due that al the world may doe hiâ Now haue I writ though far beneath the worth Of highest Hâauen what happie hart conceiuetâ Now wil I trie in order to set forth Direction such âs neuer hope deceiueth How care may climbe the hill of happines Where is the heauen of highest blessednesse Grace is the groââd of euery good that is The ground once good how can the work be ill Then that the minde may not be lead amisse Beseech the helpe of his most blessed will Whose onely word ââts downe the paââage beââ Of humble soules âo their deâiâed âest Begin to leaue and make an end to loue Such wanton thoughts as wofull sorrow giue Be once resolu'd and neuer doe remoue To liue to die as thou mayst die to liââ Which hell to hate and seeke for heauenly bliâ Read of the world and tell me what it is The world in ârueth is bâââ wofâll vale Where griefe for grasse and siânes doe grow for feed Where substance sence and sâules are set to sale While hoorders heape that naked people need And for the gaine but of a simple groat One man wil seeke to cut anothers throate What is theâe here that can conâent the hart That knowes content or what it doth containe What thought so sweeâ but brings as sower a smart What pleasure such but breeds a greater paine What thing so good but prooues in fine so euill As but for God would beaâe men to the deuill What is the earth the labour of the life What is the sea a gulfe of grislie lakes Whât is the ayre a stuffe of filthie strife What is the fire the spoyle of that it takes Since these are al whence euerie thing doth spring What is the world buâ euen a woful thing What thing is man a clod of mirie clay Slime of the earth a slaue to filthie sinne Springs like a weed and so doth weare away Goes to the earth where first he did begin Thinke with thy selfe when thou thy selfe art sucâ What is in man that man should be so much What hath the world to leade thy minde to loue In true effect a fardle full of toyes For wey the pith what euerie man doth prooue The perfect Gems are most vnperfect ioyes Consider all what fancie bringeth forth The best conceit will fall out nothing worth What worldlie thinges doe follow fancie most Wealâh beautie loue fine diet honour fame What finds affâct both loue and labour lost Dâsdaiâe disease dishonour death and shame Where care and sorrow death and deadâie strife Doo rule the roste in this accursed life What thing is beautie a colour puâcklie gone And what is wealth when riches fall to rust What thing is loue a toy to thinke vpon Fine diet drosse to feede a filthie lust What worldlie honor oft vnworthie praise What ease the cause whereby the life decayes What is disdaine the scorne of proud conceit And what disease the death of discontent Dishonor next the fruit of fond deceit And what is death the end of ill intent Now what is shame a shamefull thing to tel What is the world but wickeds way to hel For beasts for birds for fishes flowers and trees And all such thinges created for our vse What thing is man to take such things as these By want of grace to turne vnto abuse Oh wretched world when man that shuld be best In beastly thingâ proouâs worse then all the rest Thus haue I shew'd the world and whât is A wicked place and ful of wretched woes A sincke of sinne shut out from heauenly blis Where lacke of grace doth wit and râason loose So vile a thing as who in kinde doth prooue it Will soone confesse he hath no cause to loue it Now how to leaue this loath some life of outs The hâtefull hel the ground of euerie griefe Implore the helpe of those assured powers Who neuer faile the faithfull soule reliefe Lay by these thoughts that are to be abhord And set thy heart vpon the heauenlie Lord. First know thy God and what a God he is Without beginning and can haue no end Who in his loue created onely his And by his hand doth eueâ his defend Whose glorious essence of his excellence Makes highest powers to tremble at his presence He made the world and what it doth containe Onely but man he made vnto his loue And mans good will was his desired gaine Till proud attempt did high displeasure mooue He plagu'd his pride yet when he saw his paine He gaue the salue that heald the wound againe He gaue the rules to guide the soule aright VVhat it should doe and what it should not doe He shew'd the suâme of his desires delight And what the heart should set it selfe vntoo And in tâe good of his most gracious will He shew'd the good that healed euerie ill He gaue the sunne the moone and starres a course That they obserue according to his will He makes the tides to take their due recourse And sets the earth where it doth settle stilâ He made the substance of each element And sets his foote vpon the firmament He giues vs
WEare happie I as others are Then might I liue as others doe But fortune giues a sundrie share And more to one then others too The mind doth yet content it selfe What euer fortune doe befall And makes no count of cankred pelfe Nor cares for any care at all For health it is the gift of God And giue him thankts and so haue done And want of wealth a heauenly rod To punish natures eldest sonne Is freinds doe frowne then farewel they This worldlie loue wil neuer last And if it be a rainie day The sunne wil shine when storme is past If troubles come a thwart thy minde Why t is a rule there is no rest And he that seekes and cannot finde Must take a little for a feast If Ladies loue then laugh for ioy And if they doe not farewell loue If thou be lost t is but a toy And if it hold it will not mooue Faire bâaâtie soone will fade a way And riches qâicklie fall to rust Thy youthfull yeares will soone decay And age will soone giue ouer lust The greatest horse is but a beast The highest Hâwk is but a bird The sweetest bânquet but a feast The brauest man is but his word To promise much doth please thâ eare Bât to performe contents the heart And where performance commeth there A vowed loue can neuer parte But they that haue the world at will And shrinketh at a shower of raine May hâp to wish and want there will Vnles their hands haue greater gaine But hap what will my heart is sette I am resolu'd of this conceit If by desert I cannot get I loath to liue vpon deceit For stayed minde is of that state As euerie fortune cannot finde For hope nor feare nor loue nor hate Can euer change an honest minde âut either die in secrete griefe Wheâe care shall euer be conceald Then send abroad to seeke reliefe And haue a hurt vnkindely heald And onely trust in God on high For in the world there is no friend And loath to liue and long to die And know the world shâll haue an end But if I die and you doe mis The sweet conâention might command Then thinke but what a death it is To want dâsert without demand And thinke vpon tââ nights and dayes When beatân braines and broken heart Did râadie serue at al assayes For to discharge an honest part And if that you doe hap to neede As other men doe now and than Thinke wâen that vertue stood in steede I. R. was a right honest man The time draweth on I heare the bell That calleth for death my dearest friend But liue or die I wish you well Though your vnkindnes were my end Finis A Poeme vpon this word trueth IN trueth is trust distrust not then my trueth Let vertue liue I aske no greater loue Of such regard repentance not ensueth And hope of heauen doth highest power prooue In trueth somtime it was a sweete conceit To see how loue and life did dwell together But now in trueth there is so much deceit That trueth in deede is gone I know not whither Yer liueth trueth and hath her secret loue And loue in trueth deserues to be regarded And loues regard in reason doth appeare Approued trueth can neuet be discharged Then try me first and if that true you proue me In trueth you wrong me if you doe not loue me Finis A Poeme vpon the word sweet SWeet is the life that is the sweet of loue âweet is the loue that is the sweet of life Sower the conceit that doth vnkindenes mooue But kinde the sweete that endeth such a strife Then for the sweet of sweetest louers vaine Sweet if thou louest me sweetlie come againe Oh sweet and sweet where nothing is but sweet Sweet be thy motions and sweeter be thy minde Which shewââ ãâã sweet where sweet affections meet In sweet content that cannot prooue vnkinde Then sweetest hart that to this humor moouest me Sweete come againe that I may see thou louest me Sweet I began and so with sweet I end There is no sweet vnto the sweet of loue Nor loue so sweet as in so sweet a friend Which shewes the sweet no sowernesse can remooue Let thaâ sweet thought vnto this sweetnesse mooue thee Sweet come againe for by my sweet I loue thee Finis A Louer finding âis loue vnconstant maketh his lact farewell NO faith on earth sweet fancie then aduâ No fancie firme why then there is no friend No friend but fained what vice will then ensue Since trust doth prooue bât treason in the end Farewell false loue thy tryall is not iust No faith on earth there is no friend to trust Fancie farewell which I haue loued so And farewell loue that makes me loath my life And life adue which bred me all my woe And farewel woe the forger of all strife And spite adue which breedeth all contempt Contempt adue whose mischiefe I repent And thus I end repenting still my life Crauing for death to make a speedie end To rid me soone from all this cursed strife And ease my heart which sorrow still doth rend With some contempt to shoulder off my paine Whose faith still stands in spite of all disdaine Finis A Poeme LOue makes me loath my life Yet doe I liue by loue This life brings death and death brings life Both these and that I prooue I sigh and sing for ioy I laugh in paine to lie Thus moane workes mirth and mirth weaues woe Twixt both I liue and die My colour shewes my care My care doth worke my paine My paine my griefe my griefe my death My death mine endles gaine In vaine is beauties blaze If beautie want her meede The blossome fruit the fruit his flower The flower wil haue his seed My youth doth shew my yeares My yeares should shew my ioy I haste to wed I haue no will I stoope yet am I coy Though outward face doth shew Mine inward heart not payn'd Yet doth mine inward hart well know Mine outward face is fayn'd I fast I pray I play What diet can I prooue But ah I see the ripest wittes Are soonest thrall to loue Sith so it is I sigh And to my selfe I sing Heygho my hart heigho alas Loue is a cruell thing Finis The moane of a Louer in despaire GOe paper all be blurd be blurd with bootles teares in vaine Goe tell goe tell the heauie newes Of my consuming paine Goe tell goe tell vnto my friends But if they aâke thee why Let this suffice it is enough I am reâolââd to die My head can take âo qâiet rest Mine eyes receiâe no sigâht My mouth no taste my nose no sâell Mine eares heare no delight My silly panting heart doth faynt but if they aske thee why Let tâis suffice it is enough I am resolu'd to die My feeble hanâs with-hold their helpe mâ feete doe let me fall My tââgue caâ harbor no delight to comfort me at all My wit and sences
beene seene Dead men brought to life againe The complaint of a âorsaken Louer Let me goe seeke some solitarie place In craggie rocks where comfort is vnknowne Where I may sit and waile my heauie case And make the heauens acquainted with my mone Where onelie Eccho with her hallow voyce May âound the sorrow of my hidden sence And cruel chance the crosse of sweetest choyse Doth breed the paine of this experience In mourning thoughts let me my minde attire And clad my care in weedes ofdeadlie woe And make disgrace the graue of my desire Which tooke his death wh ereby his life did growe And ere I die engraue vpon my tombe Take heede of Loue for this is Loâers doome A pretie fancie WHo takes a friend and trusts him not Who hopes of good and hath it not Who hath a Item and keepes it not Who keepes a Ioy and loues it not The first wants wit the second will Carelesse the third the fourth doth ill An Epitaph on the death of a noble Gentleman SOrrow come siâ thee downe and sigh and sob thy fill And let these bleeding bitter teareâ be witnesse of thine ill See see how Vertue siâs what passions she doth prooue To thinke vpon the losse oâ him that was her dearest loue Come Pallââ carefull Qâeene let all thy Muses waite About the graue where buried is the grace of your conceit Poets lay downe your pennes or if you needs will write Confesse the onely day of loue hath lost her dawning light And you that know the Court ank what beseemes the place With griefe engraue vpoÌ his tombe he gaue al Courts a grace And you that keepe the fields and know what valure is Say all too soone was seene in this vntimelie death of his Oh that he liu'd in earth that could but halfe conceiue The honour that his rarest heart was worthie âo receiue Whose wisdome farre aboue the rule of Natures teach Whose workes are extant to the world that al the world may teach Whose wit the wonder-stone that did true wisdome tuch And such a sounder of conceipt as few or neuer such Whose vertue did exceed in Natures highest vaine Whose life a âanthorne of the loue that surelie liues againe Whose friendship faith so fast as nothing could remooue him Whose honourable curtesie made all the world to loue him What Language but he spake what rule but he had read What thought so high what sence so deep but he had in his head A Phoenix of rhe world whom fame doth thus commend Vertue is life Valâr his loue and Honour was his end Vpon whose toâbe be writ that may with teares be red Heere lies the flower of chiualrie that euer England bred Oh heauens vpon the earth was neuer such a day That all conceiâs of all contents should al consume away Me thinkes I see a Queene come couered with a vaile The Court al stricken in a dumpe the Ladies weepe waile The Knights in careful sighes bewaile their secret losse And he that best coÌceales his griefe bewraies he hath a crosse Come Scholers bring your bookes let reason haue his right Doe reuerence vnto the cârse in hânour of the Knight Come souldiârs see the Knight that leât his life so nâere ye Giue him a volley oâ your harts that al the ãâã mây ââare ye And ye that liue at âome and passe your time in pââcâ To helpe ye sing his âoleâull dirge let sorrow neuer câase Oh could I mourne enough that aâl the world may see The griefe of loue for such a lâsse as greater cânnot bee Our Court hath lost a fââend ouâ Countrie such a Knight As with the toâmâât oâ the thought hath turned day to night A man so rare a man did neuer England breed âo excellent in euerie thing that all men did exceed So full of all effects that wit and sence may sâan As in his heart did want no part to make a perfect man Perfection farre aboue the rule of humâine sence Whose heart was onely set on heauen and had his honor thence Whose maâke of hiest aime was honor of the minde Who both ât once did worldlie âame and heauenlie fauour find Whom vertue so did loue and learning so adore As commendations of a man was neuer man had more Whom wise men did admire whom good men did affect Whom honest men did loue and serue and all men did reâpect VVhose care his Countriâs loue whose loue his Countries care Whose careful loue considered wel his Countrie could not spare Oh Christ what ruthâull cries about the world doe ring And to behold the heaâie sighs it is a hellish thing The campe the dolefull campe comes home with all a Mort To see the Captaine of thâir âare come home in such a sort The Court the solemnâ Câuât is in a sudden trance And what is âe but is amazde to heare of this mischance Tâe Cittie shakâs ãâã head as it had lost a piller And kind affect is in such care a little more would kill her ãâã Oxford sits and weâpes and Cambridge cries outright To loose the honour oâ their loue and loue of their delight The Cleargie singing Psalmes with teares beblot âheir booke And all the schollers follow on with sad and heauie lookes The Muses and the Nimphes attired all in blacke With teaâing âeares wringing hands as if their hearts would cracke The father wife and friends and seruants in degrees ãâã blubbred eyes bewaile the life that faithfull loue did leese My selfe that lou'd him more then he that knew him much VVil leaue the honour ofhis worth for better wits to tutch And said but what I thiâke and that a number know He was a Phoenix of a man I feare there are no moe To set him downe in praise with men of passed fame Let this suffice who more deseru'd I neuer read his name For this he was in right in briefe to shew his praise For Vertue Learning Valor VVit the honour of our dayes And so with honor ende let all the world goe seeke So young a man so rare a man the world hath not the like VVhose onelie corps consumes whose Vertue neuer dies VVhose sweetest soule enioyes the sweet ofhighest Paradice The sum of the former in foure lines GRace Vertue Valor VVit Experience Learning Loue Art Reason Time Conceite Deuise Discretion Trueth All these in one and but one onely prooue Sorrow in age to see the end of youth In the praise of his Mistresse POets lay downe your pennes let fancie leaue to faine Bid al the Muses goe to bed or get a better vaine There musicks are to base to sound that sweet consaite That on the wonder of the world with wonder may awaite But if as yet vâknowne there be some daintie Muse That can doe more then al the rest and will her cunning vse Let her come whet her wits to see what she can doe To that the best that euer wrote came neuer neere vntoo For Venus vvas a toy and onely feigned fable And Cresed but a Chawcers âeast and Helen but a bable My tale shal be of trueth that neuer treason taught My Mistresse is the onelie svveet that euer Nature vvrought Whose eyes are like those starres that keepe the highest skies Whose beautie like the burning Sunne that blinds the clearest eies Whose haires are like those beames that hang about the Sunne When in the morning forth he steps before his course be runne And let me touch those lips by loue by leaue or lucke When sweet affect by sweet aspect may yet some fauour sucke They are those little foldes of Natures finest wit That she sat smoothing while she wrought wil be smacking yet And for that purest red with that most perfect white That makes those cheeks the sweetest chains of louers high delite What may be sayd but this Behold the onely feature That al the world that sees the face may woÌder at the creature I wil not stand to muse as many writers doe âo seeke our Natures finest stuffe to like her lims vntoo Foe if thou wert on earth that could in part compare With euerie part of euerie part wherin her praises are Either for Natures gifts or Vertues sweetest grace I would confesse a blinded heart were in vnhappie case But what doth Nature Sence and Reason doth approue She is the onely saint on earth whom God and man doth louâ Let this in summe suffice for my poore Muse and mee She is the Goddesse of the earth and there is none but shee FINIS
wrought as doth the loathed snake I sâw how fancie would remaine no longer then âer lust And as the winde how she doth chânge and is not for to trust I saw how stedfastnes did flie with winges of often change A bird bât truely seldome seene her nature is so strange I saw how pleasant Time did passe as Flowers in the Mead To day that riseth râd as Rose to morrow lyeth dead I saw my time how it did run as sand out of the Glasse Euen as each hower appoynted is from tide âo tide to passe I saw the yeares that I had spent and losse of all my gaine And how the sport of youthfull playeâ my folly did retaine I saw how that the little Ant in Summer still doth runne To seâke her foode whereby to liue in winter for to come I saw eke vertue how she sate the threed of life to spinne Which sheweth the end of euery thing before it doeth begin And when al these I saw with many moe perdie In me my thoughts each one had wrought a perfect propertie And then I sayd vnto my selfe a Lesson this shal be For other that shal after come for to beware by me Thus al the night I did deuise which way I might constraine To forme a plot that wit might worke the branches in my braine Finis The complaint af one being in loue LEaue me O life the prison of my minde Since nought but death can take away my loâe For she which likes me wel is most vnkinde And that which I loue best my death dâth prooue Loue in her eyes my hopes againe reuiue Hopes in my thoughts doe kindle my desires Desire enflam'd through loue and bâauty striue Tiâ she displeasd with louâ my death conspires That loue for me and I âor Loue doe cal Yet she denies because she graunts not al. Finis A Louers resolution TRue though vntried deâirous in despaire Patient with paine faithful though yet not sound In carâs vnknowne my youthful daies I weare More sâre tâen safe my youth and beauty bound What shal I say the time serues not to waile Let it suffice my faith shal neuer faile Finis A Louers complainâ THâ firâ to see my wrongs for anger burâeth ãâã aire in âaine for mine âffecâion weepeth The sea to ebbe for griefe his fââwiâg turneth The earth with pittie dul the centre keepeth Fame is with wonder blazed ãâ¦ã a way for soââow Place stanâeth still amazed To see my nâghtâ of euill which haue no morrow Alas onely she no pitty taketh To see my misârieâ but chast and cruel My fall her glorie makââh Yeâââll her eyes giues to my flames their fuel Fire burne me quick till sence of burning leaue Ayâe let me drawe my breath no more in anguish Sea drowne me in thee of teadious life bereaue me Earth take this earth wherin these spirits languish Famâ saâ I was not borne Time dâaw my dismall hower Place see my graue vp-torne Fire Aire sea earth Fame time place shew your power Alas from all their helps I am exiled For hers am I and death feares her displeasure Oh death thou art beguiled Though I be hers she makes of me no treasure Finis A sweet lullabie COme little babe come silly soule Thy fathers shame thy mothers griefe Borne as I douât to all our dole And to thy selfe vnhappie chiefe Sing Lullabie and lap it warme Poore souâe that thinkes no crâature harme Thou little thinkst and lesse doost knowe The cause of this thy mothers moane Thou wantst the wit to waile her woâ And I my selfe am all alone Why doost thou weepe why doost thou waile And knowest not yet what thou doost ayle Comâ little wretch ah silly hearâ Mine onely ioy what can I more If there be any wrong thy smart That may the destinies implorâ T was I I say against my will I wayle the time but be thou still And doest thou smile oh thy sweete face Would God himselâe he might thee see No doâbt thou wouldst âoone purchace ãâã I know right well for thee and mee But come to mother babe and play For fathâr false is fled away Sweet boy if it by fortune chance Thy father home againe to send If death do strike me with his launce Yet mayst thou me to him coÌmend If any aske thy mothers name Tell how by loue she purchast blame Then will his gentle heart soone yeeld I know him of a noble minde Although a Lyon in the field A Lamb in towne thou shalt him finde Aske blessing babe be not afrayde His sugred words hath me betrayde âhen mayst thou ioy and be right glad Although in woâ I seeme to moane Thy father is no Rascall lad A noble youth of blood and boane His glancing lookes if he once smile Right honest women may beguiâe Come little boy and rocke a sleepe Sing lullabie and be thou still I that can doe nought else but weepe Wil sit by thee and waile my fill God blesse my babe and lullabie From this thy fathers qualitie Fiâââ A Poemâ T THe work of worth that Nature finely fram'd H Hope of the heart that highest harts aspire R Reason set downe that secret wisdome nam'd O Onely the sweete that honour can desire G Grace of âhe earth and natures onelie glorie M More then most faire was spoke of long agoe O Oh heauenlie starre that is the shepheards stay R Read who it is but one there is no moe T This is the Saint that Wit and Reason seâue O Of such account as vertue doth regard N Note who it is that doth this fame deserue E Excellencie giues each honour his reward Finis A Poeme M MVses attending all on Pâllas traine A A mongst the rest was one though not the least C Carrying the minde that most might honour gaine K Kinde yet wiâh care that might become her best W Wise as a woman men can be no more I Iudge who it is I may not tell her name L Loue of the life that vertue doth adore L Life of the loue that gaines the highest fame I Ioyne but the thought of loue and life together A And one may finde anoâhers excellânce M Meere loue deare life can sorrow neuer witheâ S Such is the power of heauenly prouidence Fiâââ Another S SIlly poore swaine pul down thy simple pride A Angelles are not for beggars to behold R Reach not too high for feare thy foote doth slide A And haples hope doo prooue a slender hold H Hold downe thy head thy hand is not thine owne A A sunne a sunne hath put out hoth thine eyes S See in thy selfe how thou art ouerthrowne T There is no comfort in extremities I In high good-wil let honour be thy guide N No cruell thought can rest in kinde aspect G Good-nature sees that reason cannot hide S Sweet be the ends that follow such effect Finis Another K KNowledge doth much in ââre of most content A And reason sees when loue hath lost his eyes T Time
hath his course and vertue her intent H Honor her selfe when other fancies dies A A wonder lasts but onely for a day R Reason regards but honors worthines I In vertues loue can honor not decay N Nothing but heauen is perfect happines R Rare is the eye that neuer lookes awry A And sweet the thought that neuer âounds amis T True is the heart that guideth such an âye C Careful the minde where such discretion is L Long is the life where loue doth draw the line I Ioyfull the hope that such a heart vpholdeth T Time is the threed no fancie can vntwine F Faire is the hap that such a face beholdeth Finis Another C CVrtesie carries all the world to loue A Affection serues where vertue fauour giues N Neere to the heauens of highest hearts behoue D Deer is the thought whereby discretion liues I Ioy of the eye and Iewel of the heart S Saint of the shape that seruice doth adore H High of the honor of Mineruaes art E Except exrepted but one there is no more Finis Another S SWeet is the flower that neuer fadeth hue V Vnmatcht the mind that neuer means amis T Tresure the heart thaâ cannot prooue vntrue H High such a saint in whom such honor is W Where such a flower as faire as sweet doth spring E Except but one behold the onely ground L Loue such a ground a Garden for a King L Looke in the world the like is hardly found Finis A pretie Poeâe A Trembling hand but not a traitors hearâ Writing for feare and fearing for to write Loath to reueale yet willing to impart Such secret thoughts as âit not euery sighâ Must leaue to you in sweet conceit to know âheâ For I haue sworne that I will neuer shew them I know not what but sure the griefe is greene I know not when but once it was not euer I know not how but secretly vnseene And make no care if it be ended neuer And yet a wound that wastes me all with woe And yet I would not that it were not so But oh sweete God what doe theâe humoâs moue Alas I feare God shield it be not loue Finis A Louer in despaire BVrne burne desi e while thy poore fuel lasteth Young wood enflam'd doth yeeld the brauest fire Though long before in smothering heat it wasteth With froward will to conquer his desire But fire supprest once breaking into flame Doth rage till all be wasted in the same Most tyrannous and cruel element So to Enuie the Substance of thy life As to consume thy vital nourishment Till death it selfe doe end this mortal strife Yet worke thy wil on me O raging fire And leaâe no coales to kindle new desire Ne let the glowing heat of asheâ left Yeeld to my fainting sences fresh reliefe But as my soule from comfort thou hast reât So end my life in this consuming griefet For wel I see nor wit nor wil now serueth To recompence desire as he deserueth Finis A Dreame of the arraâgnement oâ Desirâ A Court was lately kept in secret of conceit To cal desire vnto his death or cleare âim of deceit âayre Beautie was the Queene and loue was all her Lawes Who had appoynted perâem sence to sit vpon the cause The wretches that accus'd desire of ill desart Where Enuie packt with Iniurie to kil a careful heart The whole Inditemen read against desire was this That where he most auowed best he ment not least amis The Lawyers that did plead against this poore desire Where wicked wit with eloquence whom hate and wrong did hire But to defend desire was plaine simplicitie Who knew the bounds and kept the bonds of perfect amitie A grand Inquest in haste was panneld by the Court. Of whom Tom-troth was foreman made and so begun the sport Suspect did halfe affirme that witnes should not neede And yet selfe-will would faine haue sworne that al was true indeed But reason wild regard the treason should be tryed And deepe conceit should be the man that should the trueth decide Suspect in Natures sence layd shrewdly to his charge But care had brideled Natures course loue neuer liu'd at large And conscience plaine replyed in reasons secrete thought That good wines need no Iuie-bush and eloquence is naught âo sound the depth of all did sences all assemble And poore goodwill came swearing in that loue could not dissemble When patience fully heard the pleading of the case She call'd to reason to reueale who had deserud diâgrace Good-wil was earnest still and âware that liue or die Suspect did sore abuse desire for louers could noâ lie With that the people laught and reason chargd Tom-troth To giue vp vnto perfect âence the verdict of his oath The Iurors were the thoughts that did posse the minde Where flatterie was but fancies foole while faith did fauour finde Who when they had at ful considered of the cause Gaue Enuiâ vp for enimie to loue and al his lawes And wit was but a foole to follow false suspect And eloquence was little worth to carrie such effect And hate and Enuie both were had in great disgrace And eloquence for taking parte was hissed out of place And sweet desire was cleare in Reasons secret sence And perfect sence gaue iudgement so and quit him of offence And beautie that before was thought did quite disdaine him Did graunt him fauour by desert and loue did entertaine him Suspect to silence put good Nature gân to smile To heare them iudge to loues disdaine that would desire beguile And sweet desire the force of enuies ouerthrow And therewithal the Court brake vp I awaked so Finis Brittons Diuinitie FRom worldly cares and wanton loues conceit Begun in griefe and ended in deceit I am coniur'd by hope of happie blis VVhere heauenly faith and highest fauour is To call my wits and all my thoughts together To write of heauen and of the high-way thither The holy spirit of eternall power Vouchsafe his grace to guide my soule aright That patient heart may finde the happie hower VVhen I may see the glorie of that sight That in conceit so fully may content me As nought on earth be able to torment me I aske no ayde of any earthly muse Far be my fancie from such fonde affect But in the heauen where highest Angels vse To sing the sweet of faithful loues effect Among those spirits of especiall grace I wish my soule might haue a âitting place VVhere first the teares of true repentant hart VVith faithful hope may happy fauour moue And sighing sobs of sorroweâ bitter smart May see the life of vndeserued loue Thence would I craue some excellence deuine To set my foote in this discourse of mine To iudge of heauen it is a place of ioy VVhere happy soules haue their eternall rest VVhere sweet delights doe suffer no annoy But all things good and onely on the best Where comfotts moer then âan can comprehend And such contents as