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Ideas mirrour Amours in quatorzains.
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Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.
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1594
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IDEAS MIRROVR AMOVRS IN QVATORZAINS Che serue é tace assai domanda AT LONDON Printed by Iames Roberts for Nicholas Linge Anno. 1594. Gentle Reader correct these faults escaped in the printing AMour 13. lyne 13. for by Tempe reade my Tempe Amour 16. line 3. for deluered reade deliuered Amour 34. line 13. for forforne read forlorne Amour 40. line 14. for Goe Bastard read Goe bastard goe To the deere Chyld of the Muses and his euer kind Mecaenas Ma. Anthony Cooke Esquire VOuchsafe to grace these rude vnpolish'd rymes Which long deer friend haue slept in sable night And come abroad now in these glorious tymes Can hardly brooke the purenes of the light But sith you see their desteny is such That in the world theyr fortune they must try Perhaps they better shall abide the tuch Wearing your name theyr gracious liuery Yet these mine owne I wrong not other men Nor trafique further then thys happy Clyme Nor filch from Portes nor from Petrarchs pen A fault too common in thys latter tyme. Diuine Syr Phillip I auouch thy writ I am no Pickpurse of anothers wit Yours deuoted M. Drayton ANkor tryumph vpon whose blessed shore The sacred Muses solemnize thy name Where the Arcadian Swaines with rytes adore Pandoras poesy and her liuing fame Where first this iolly Sheepheard gan rehearse That heauenly worth vpon his Oaten reede Of earths great Queene in Nectar-dewed verse Which none so wise that rightly can areede Nowe in conceite of his ambitious loue He mounts his thoughts vnto the highest gate Straynd with some sacred spirit from aboue Bewraies his loue his fayth his life his fate In this his myrror of Ideas praise On whom his thoughts and fortunes all attend Tunes all his Ditties and his Roundelaies How loue begun how loue shal neuer end No wonder though his Muse then soare so hie Whose subiect is the Queene of Poesie Gorbo il fidele Amour 1. REade heere sweet Mayd the story of my wo The drery abstracts of my endles cares With my liues sorow enterlyned so Smok'd with my sighes and blotted with my teares The sad memorials of my miseries Pend in the griefe of myne afflicted ghost My liues complaint in doleful Elegies With so pure loue as tyme could neuer boast Receaue the incense which I offer heere By my strong fayth ascending to thy fame My zeale my hope my vowes my praise my prayer My soules oblations to thy sacred name Which name my Muse to highest heauen shal raise By chast desire true loue and vertues praise Amour 2. My fayre if thou wilt register my loue More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise Preserue my teares and thou thy selfe shalt proue A second flood downe rayning from mine eyes Note but my sighes and thine eyes shal behold The Sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke And if by thee my prayers may be enrold They heauen and earth to pitty shall prouoke Looke thou into my breast and thou shalt see Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice That soule sweet Maide which so hath honored thee Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes Those eyes to my hart shining euer bright When darknes hath obscur'd each other light Amour 3. My thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue And for their vertues I desierd to know Vpon the nest I set them forth to proue If they were of the Eagles kinde or no. But they no sooner saw my Sunne appeare But on her rayes with gazing eyes they stood Which proou'd my birds delighted in the ayre And that they came of this rare kinglie brood But now their plumes full sumd with sweet desire To shew their kinde began to clime the skies Doe what I could my Eaglets would aspire Straight mounting vp to thy celestiall eyes And thus my faire my thoughts away be flowne And from my breast into thine eyes be gone Amour 4. My faire had I not erst adornd my Lute With those sweet strings stolne frō thy golden hayre Vnto the world had all my ioyes been mute Nor had I learn'd to descant on my faire Had not mine eye seene thy Celestiall eye Nor my hart knowne the power of thy name My soule had ne'r felt thy Diuinitie Nor my Muse been the trumpet of thy fame But thy diuine perfections by their skill This miracle on my poore Muse haue tried And by inspiring glorifide my quill And in my verse thy selfe art deified Thus from thy selfe the cause is thus deriued That by thy fame all fame shall be suruiued Amour 5. Since holy Vestall lawes haue been neglected The Gods pure fire hath been extinguisht quite No Virgine once attending on that light Nor yet those heauenly secrets once respected 'Till thou alone to pay the heauens their dutie Within the Temple of thy sacred name With thine eyes kindling that Celestial flame By those reflecting Sun-beames of thy beautie Here Chastity that Vestall most diuine Attends that Lampe with eye which neuer sleepeth The volumes of Religions lawes shee keepeth Making thy breast that sacred reliques shryne Where blessed Angels singing day and night Praise him which made that fire which lends that light Amour 6. In one whole world is but one Phoenix found A Phoenix thou this Phoenix then alone By thy rare plume thy kind is easly knowne With heauenly colours dide with natures wonder cround Heape thine own vertues seasoned by their sunne On heauenlie top of thy diuine desire Then with thy beautie set the same on fire So by thy death thy life shall be begunne Thy selfe thus burned in this sacred flame With thine owne sweetnes al the heauens perfuming And stil increasing as thou art consuming Shalt spring againe from th'ashes of thy fame And mounting vp shalt to the heauens ascend So maist thou liue past world past fame past end Amour 7. Stay stay sweet Time behold or ere thou passe From world to world thou long hast sought to see That wonder now wherein all wonders be Where heauen beholds her in a mortall glasse Nay looke thee Time in this Celestiall glasse And thy youth past in this faire mirror see Behold worlds Beautie in her infancie VVhat shee was then and thou or ere shee was Now passe on Time to after-worlds tell this Tell truelie Time what in thy time hath beene That they may tel more worlds what Time hath seene And heauen may ioy to think on past worlds blisse Heere make a Period Time and saie for mee She was the like that neuer was nor neuer more shalbe Amour 8. Vnto the World to Learning and to Heauen Three nines there are to euerie one a nine One number of the earth the other both diuine One wonder woman now makes 3. od nūbers euen Nine orders first of Angels be in heauen Nine Muses doe with learning still frequent These with the Gods are euer resident Nine worthy men vnto the world were giuen My Worthie one to these nine Worthies addeth And my faire Muse one Muse vnto the nine And my good Angell in my soule
Three sorts of Serpents doe resemble thee That daungerous eye-killing Cockatrice Th'inchaunting Syren which doth so entice The weeping Crocodile these vile pernicious three The Basiliske his nature takes from thee Who for my life in secrete waite do'st lye And to my hart send'st poyson from thine eye Thus do I feele the paine the cause yet cannot see Faire-mayd no more but Mayr-maid be thy name Who with thy sweet aluring harmony Hast playd the thiefe and stolne my hart from me And like a Tyrant mak'st my griefe thy game Thou Crocodile who when thou hast me slaine Lament'st my death with teares of thy disdaine Amour 31. Sitting alone loue bids me goe and write Reason plucks backe commaunding me to stay Boasting that shee doth still direct the way Els senceles loue could neuer once endite Loue growing angry vexed at the spleene And scorning Reasons maymed Argument Straight taxeth Reason wanting to inuent Where shee with Loue conuersing hath not beene Reason reproched with this coy disdaine Dispighteth Loue and laugheth at her folly And Loue contemning Reasons reason wholy Thought her in weight too light by many a graine Reason put back doth out of sight remoue And Loue alone finds reason in my loue Amour 32. Those teares which quench my hope still kindle my desire Those sighes which coole my hart are coles vnto my loue Disdayne Ice to my life is to my soule a fire VVith teares sighes disdaine thys contrary I proue Quenchles desire makes hope burne dryes my teares Loue heats my hart my hart-heat my sighes warmeth VVith my soules fire my life disdaine out-weares Desire my loue my soule my hope hart life charmeth My hope becomes a friend to my desire My hart imbraceth Loue Loue doth imbrace my hart My life a Phoenix is in my soules fire From thence they vow they neuer will depart Desire my loue my soule my hope my hart my life VVith teares sighes and disdaine shall haue immortal strife Amour 33. VVhilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight My wofull hart imprisond in my breast VVishing to be trans-formd into my sight To looke on her by whom mine eyes are blest But whilst mine eyes thus greedily doe gaze Behold their obiects ouer-soone depart And treading in thys neuer-ending maze VVish now to be trans-formd into my hart My hart surcharg'd with thoughts sighes in abundance raise My eyes made dim with lookes poure down a flood of tears And whilst my hart and eye enuy each others praise My dying lookes and thoughts are peiz'd in equall feares And thus whilst sighes and teares together doe contende Each one of these doth ayde vnto the other lende Amour 34. My fayre looke from those turrets of thine eyes Into the Ocean of a troubled minde Where my poore soule the Barke of sorrow lyes Left to the mercy of the waues and winde See where shee flotes laden with purest loue Which those fayre Ilands of thy lookes affoord Desiring yet a thousand deaths to proue Then so to cast her Ballase ouer boord See how her sayles be rent her tacklings worne Her Cable broke her surest Anchor lost Her Marryners doe leaue her all forforne Yet how shee bends towards that blessed Coast. Loe where she drownes in stormes of thy displeasure Whose worthy prize should haue enritcht thy treasure Amour 35. See chaste Diana where my harmles hart Rouz'd from my breast his sure and safest layre Nor chaste by hound nor forc'd by Hunters arte Yet see how right he comes vnto my fayre See how my Deere comes to thy Beauties stand And there stands gazing on those darting eyes Whilst from theyr rayes by Cupids skilfull hand Into his hart the piercing Arrow flyes See how hee lookes vpon his bleeding wound Whilst thus he panteth for his latest breath And looking on thee falls vpon the ground Smyling as though he gloried in his death And wallowing in his blood some lyfe yet laft His stone-cold lips doth kisse the blessed shaft Amour 36. Sweete sleepe so arm'd wth Beauties arrowes darting Sleepe in thy Beauty Beauty in sleepe appeareth Sleepe lightning Beauty Beauty sleepes darknes cleereth Sleepes wonder Beauty wonders to worlds imparting Sleep watching Beauty Beauty waking sleepe guarding Beauty in sleepe sleepe in Beauty charmed Sleepes aged coldnes with Beauties fire warmed Sleepe with delight Beauty with loue rewarding Seepe and Beauty with equall forces stryuing Beauty her strength vnto sleepes weaknes lending Sleepe with Beauty Beauty with sleepe contending Yet others force the others force reuiuing And others foe the others foe imbrace Myne eyes beheld thys conflict in thy face Amour 37. I euer loue where neuer hope appeares Yet hope drawes on my neuer-hoping care And my liues hope would die but for dyspaire My neuer certaine ioy breeds euer-certaine feares Vncertaine-dread gyues wings vnto my hope Yet my hopes wings are loden so with feare As they cannot ascend to my hopes spheare Yet feare gyues them more then a heauenly scope Yet thys large roome is bounded with dyspaire So my loue is styll fettered with vaine hope And lyberty depriues hym of hys scope And thus am I imprisond in the ayre Then sweet Dispaire awhile hold vp thy head Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead Amour 38. If chaste and pure deuotion of my youth Or glorie of my Aprill-springing yeeres Vnfained loue in naked simple truth A thousand vowes a thousand sighes and teares Or if a world of faithfull seruice done Words thoughts and deeds deuoted to her honor Or eyes that haue beheld her as theyr sunne With admiration euer looking on her A lyfe that neuer ioyd but in her loue A soule that euer hath ador'd her name A fayth that time nor fortune could not moue A Muse that vnto heauen hath raisd her fame Though these nor these deserue to be imbraced Yet faire vnkinde too good to be disgraced Amour 39. Die die my soule and neuer taste of ioy If sighes nor teares nor vowes nor prayers can moue If fayth and zeale be but esteemd a toy And kindnes be vnkindnes in my loue Then with vnkindnes Loue reuenge thy wrong O sweet'st reuenge that ere the heauens gaue And with the Swan record thy dying song And praise her still to thy vntimely graue So in loues death shall loues perfection proue That loue diuine which I haue borne to you By doome concealed to the heauens aboue That yet the world vnworthy neuer knewe Whose pure Idea neuer tongue exprest I feele you know the heauens can tell the rest Amour 40. O thou vnkindest fayre most fayrest shee In thine eyes tryumph murthering my poore hart Now doe I sweare by heauens before we part My halfe-slaine hart shall take reuenge on thee Thy Mother dyd her lyfe to Death resigne And thou an Angell art and from aboue Thy father was a man that will I proue Yet thou a Goddesse art and so diuine And thus if thou be not of humaine kinde A Bastard on both sides needes must thou be Our Lawes alow