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A11254	The phoenix nest Built vp with the most rare and refined workes of noble men, woorthy knights, gallant gentlemen, masters of arts, and braue schollers. Full of varietie, excellent inuention, and singular delight. Neuer before this time published. Set foorth by R.S. of the Inner Temple Gentleman.	R. S., of the Inner Temple.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.	1593 (1593)	STC 21516; ESTC S101929	50,100	122

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

GEO. CHALMERS ESQ F.R.S.S.A. 〈◊〉 B●QUEST THE PHOENIX NEST Built vp with the most rare and refined workes of Noble men woorthy Knights gallant Gentlemen Masters of Arts and braue Schollers Full of varietie excellent inuention and singular delight Neuer before this time published Set foorth by R.S. of the Inner Temple Gentleman Imprinted at London by Iohn Iackson 1593 This Booke containeth these 14. most speciall and woorthie workes 1 The dead mans Right 2 An excellent Elegie with two speciall Epitaphes vpon the death of sir Philip Sydney pag. 1. 3 The praise of Chastitie 12 4 A Dialogue betweene Constancie and Inconstancie 16 5 A Garden plot 21 6 A Dream of Ladies their Riddles 23 7 The Chesse play 28 8 Another rare Dreame 31 9 An excellent Passion 63 10 A notable description of the World 77 11 A Counterloue 80 12 A description of Loue 90 13 A description of Iealousie 91 14 The praise of Virginitie 93 With other excellent and rare Ditties A Preface to the Reader vpon the dead mans Right I Write not gentle Reader to flatter for the dead are not vainglorious nor to gain they reward not trauels for pride lesse they are other mens vertues not mine owne that I publish for malice least of all bicause I see how ill it becomes them to whom I write But I write to admonish and if it might be to amend vile and enuious toongs if not I seeke no other hire nor glorie than the satisfaction of mine owne conscience by discharging the dutie of a Christian So fare you well The dead mans Right Written vpon the death of the Right Honorable the Earle of Leicester IT is not vnknowne how wicked Libellors haue most odiouslye sought the slander of our wise graue and Honorable superiours diuulging defamatorie Libels so full of immodest railings and audacious lies as no indifferent Reader but may easily discouer their enuie and iudge of the veritie The Authors whereof though in the qualitie of their offence tending wholie to sedition they haue woorthily deserued death yet the substance of their Pamphlets haue not merited answere For want whereof some as euill affected as themselues to whose hands mostly such bookes haue come are flattered with a poore aduantage imputing the wise and silent disgesting of such inhonest and scurilous cartels to their guiltinesse when simple as they are who is else so foolish as knoweth not if all diuulged were true how easily Authoritie might excuse them hauing pens and Presses at commandement and power to patronize Much more when so vntrue as themselues ashamed of their falshoodes dare not auouch them vnder their owne names being without reach and feare of Authoritie Amongst others whose Honors these intemperate railors haue sought to scandalize none haue more vildly bin slandered than the late deceased Earle the godly loiall wise and graue Earle of Leicester Against whom void of all iust touch of dishonor they forged millions of impieties abusing the people by their diuelish fictions and wicked wresting of his actions all to bring his vertues person in popular hatred Which though he during his life meekely bare as a man vntouched without publishing defence of his innocencie Yet because the toongs of men irritated to enuie by the instruments of those libellors being without feare of controlment sith his death are become ouer scandalous and at too much libertie It shall not be amisse to perswade more modestie and pietie of speech And for as much as I perceiue the greatest and most generall obiection they haue to blemish his honor is but an opinion of his ambition and aspiring minde wherewith the capitall and cardinall Libellor of them all hath cunninglie infected the ignorant that knew not the state of his honors Let vs see how he may iustly be touched Did he euer assume vnto himselfe anie vaine or vnlawfull tytle or was vnsatiate of rule Did he purchase his honors otherwise than by his vertues or were they so extraordinarie as nowe or in times past they haue not beene equaled in others inferior vnto him in condition of birth and more in desart If not I maruell the father of this pestilent inuention blush not as red as his cap and his children be not ashamed of his falsehood Admit this woorthie Earles and our most gratious Souereigne who wisely iudged of his vertues and worthily rewarded his loialtie and paines did honor him with titles aboue others of his time in humble and seemely sort I speake it without comparison who euery way was more fit for the dignitie he bare and more complet to accomplish them whereof the Libellor could not be ignoraunt but that too much yeelding to his malice he sought to slaunder this notable testimonie of his Excellencie Such rather woulde I iudge ambitious as for promotions whether Ecclesiasticall or Temporall hauing once conceiued a hope of greatnesse without regard of conscience or Countrie with voluntarie hazarde of all things pursue the same by shamefull traiterous and vngodlie meanes exasperating their naturall Prince and superiour Magistrates by rebellious and seditious Libels These be the true tokens of an aspiring minde whose nature is to hinder by malice where it can not hurt by power But leauing further pursute of their malice I will remember this Earles woorthinesse For the first and principall vertue of his vertues his Religion it shall be needlesse to speake much sith all Christendome knows he professed one Faith and worshipped one onely God whom he serued in vprightnes of life and defended with hazard thereof in armes and action against his enimies How he succoured and relieued distressed members of the Church I leaue to those that haue made proofe who ought in dutie to make relation thereof Next I thinke there is none that will dare or can impeach his loialtie either in fact or faith sufficiently testified by hir Maiesties gratious loue to whom that belonged as also by his dutifull and carefull seruice vnto hir So as further narration thereof shall not neede His wisedome by the grauitie of his place the causes he managed and the cariage of his person is approoued not onely vnto vs but to most nations of the world Lastlie of his valour and affection to his Countries peace no honest minde but is satisfied whereof what greater testimonie can we require than the trauels his aged bodie vndertooke and dangers the same was subiect vnto in the warres of the Low Countries where he voluntarily offered his person in combate against the deuoted enimies of this state and hir Maiestie Leauing his Wife possessions and home not regarding his safetie riches and ease in respect of the godly honourable and louing care he bare the common quiet All which the vngratefull Malecontents of this time on whome any thing is ill bestowed much more the trauels of so memorable a Noble spared not to reproch Hyring the toongs of runawaies and roges such as neither feare God nor the diuell or are woorth a home to proclaime hatefull and enuious

thoughts his life and that he writ Highest conceits longest foresights and deepest works of wit He onely like himselfe was second vnto none Whose deth though life we rue wrong al in vain do mone Their losse not him waile they that fill the world with cries Death slue not him but he made death his ladder to the skies Now sinke of sorow I who liue the more the wrong Who wishing death whom deth denies whose thred is al to long Who tied to wretched life who lookes for no reliefe Must spend my euer dying daies in neuer ending griefe Harts ease and onely I like parables run on Whose equall length keepe equall bredth neuer meet in one Yet for not wronging him my thoughts my sorowes cell Shall not run out though leake they will for liking him so well Farewell to you my hopes my wonted waking dreames Farewell somtimes enioied ioy eclipsed are thy beames Farewell selfe pleasing thoughts which quietnes brings foorth And farewel friendships sacred league vniting minds of woorth And farewell mery hart the gift of guiltles mindes And all sports which for liues restore varietie assignes Let all that sweete is voide in me no mirth may dwell Philip the cause of all this woe my liues content farewell Now rime the sonne of rage which art no kin to skill And endles griefe which deads my life yet knowes not how to kill Go seeke that haples tombe which if ye hap to finde Salute the stones that keepe the lims that held so good a minde The praise of Chastitie Wherein is set foorth by way of comparison how great is the conquest ouer our affections by G. P. Master of Arts. THe noble Romans whilom woonted were For triumph of their conquered enimies The wreathes of Laurell and of Palme to weare In honor of their famous victories And so in robes of gold and purple dight Like bodies shrinde in seates of Iuotie Their names renowmde for happines in fight They beare the guerdon of their chiualrie The valiant Greekes for sacke of Priams towne A worke of manhood matcht with policie Haue fild the world with bookes of their renowne As much as erst the Romane emperie The Phrygian knights that in the house of fame Haue shining armes of endles memorie By hot and fierce repulse did win the same Though Helens rape hurt Paris progenie Thus strength hath guerdon by the worlds award So praise we birth and high nobilitie If then the minde and bodie reape reward For natures dowre conferred liberally Presse then for praise vnto the highest roome That art the highest of the gifts of heauen More beautifull by wisdomes sacred doome Than Sol himselfe amid the Planets seauen Queene of content and temperate desires Choice nurse of health thy name hight Chastitie A soueraigne powre to quench such climing fires As choake the minde with smoke of infamie Champion at armes re'ncounter with thy foe An enimie foule and fearfull to behold If then stout captaines haue bene honor'd so Their names in bookes of memorie enrold For puissant strength ye Romane peeres retire And Greeks giue ground more honor there is woon With chaste rebukes to temper thy desire Than glory gaind the world to ouer run Than fierce Achilles got by Hectors spoyle Than erst the mightie prince of Macedon King Philips impe that put his foes to foyle And wisht more worlds to hold him plaie than one Beleeue me to contend ' gainst armies royall To tame wilde Panthers but by strength of hand To praise the triumph not so speciall As ticing pleasures charmes for to withstand And for me list compare with men of war For honor of the field I dare maintaine This victory exceedeth that as far As Phoebus chariot Vulcans forge doth staine Both noble and triumphant in their kindes And matter woorthie queene Remembrance pen But that that tangles both our thoughts and mindes To master that is more than ouer men To make thy triumph Sith to strength alone Of body it belongs to bruze or wound But raging thoughts to quell or few or none Saue vertues imps are able champions found Or those whom Ioue hath lou'd or noble of birth So strong Alcydes Ioues vnconquered son Did lift Achelous bodie from the earth To shew what deeds by vertues strength are don So him he foild and put to sudden flight By aime of wit the foule Stimphalides And while we say he mastered men by might Behold in person of this Hercules It liketh me to figure Chastitie His labor like that foule vncleane desire That vnder guide of tickling fantasie Would mar the minde through pleasures scorching fire And who hath seene a faire alluring face A lustie girle y clad in queint aray Whose daintie hand makes musicke with hir lace And tempts thy thoughts and steales thy sense away Whose ticing haire like nets of golden wyre Enchaine thy hart whose gate and voice diuine Enflame thy blood and kindle thy desire Whose features wrap and dazle humaine eine Who hath beheld faire Venus in hir pride Of nakednes all Alablaster white In Iuorie bed strait laid by Mars his side And hath not bin enchanted with the sight To wish to dallie and to offer game To coy to court caetera to doe Forgiue me Chastnes if in termes of shame To thy renowne I paint what longs thereto Who hath not liu'd and yet hath seene I say That might offend chaste hearers to endure Who hath bene haled on to touch and play And yet not stowpt to pleasures wanton lure Crowne him with laurell for his victorie Clad him in purple and in scarlet die Enroll his name in bookes of memorie Ne let the honor of his conquest die More roiall in his triumph than the man Whom tygres drew in coach of burnisht golde In whom the Roman Monarchie began Whose works of worth no wit hath erst controlde Elysium be his walke high heauen his shrine His drinke sweete Nectar and Ambrosia The foode that makes immortall and diuine Be his to taste to make him liue for ay And that I may in briefe describe his due What lasting honor vertues guerdon is So much and more his iust desart pursue Sith his desart awards it to be his LENVOY To thee in honor of whose gouernment Entitled is this praise of Chastitie My gentle friend these hastie lines are ment So flowreth vertue like the laurell tree Immortall greene that euere eie may see And well was Daphne turnd into the bay Whose chastnes triumphes growes liues for ay An excellent Dialogue betweene Constancie and Inconstancie as it was by speech presented to hir Maiestie in the last Progresse at sir Henrie Leighes house Constancie MOst excellent shall I say Lady or Goddesse whom I should enuie to be but a Lady and can not denie to haue the power of a Goddesse vouchsafe to accept the humble thankfulnes of vs lately distressed Ladies the pride of whose wits was iustly punished with the inconstancie of our wits whereby we were caried to

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

shall serue which from my hart arise A gowne of graie my bodie shall attire My staffe of broken hope whereon Ile staie Of late repentance linckt with long desire The couch is fram'de whereon my limbes Ile lay And at my gate dispaire shall linger still To let in death when Loue and Fortune will LIke truthles dreames so are my ioyes expired And past returne are all my dandled daies My loue misled and fancie quite retired Of all which past the sorow onely staies My lost delights now cleane from sight of land Haue left me all alone in vnknowne waies My minde to woe my life in fortunes hand Of all which past the sorow onely staies As in a countrey strange without companion I onely waile the wrong of deaths delaies Whose sweete spring spent whose sommer wel nie don Of all which past the sorow onely staies Whom care forewarnes ere age and winter colde To haste me hence to finde my fortunes folde A Secret murder hath bene done of late Vnkindnes founde to be the bloudie knife And shee that did the deede a dame of state Faire gracious wise as any beareth life To quite hir selfe this answere did she make Mistrust quoth she hath brought him to his end Which makes the man so much himselfe mistake To lay the guilt vnto his guiltles frend Ladie not so not feard I found my death For no desart thus murdered is my minde And yet before I yeeld my fainting breath I quite the killer tho I blame the kinde You kill vnkinde I die and yet am true For at your sight my wound doth bleede anew SOught by the world and hath the world disdain'd Is she my hart for whom thou doost endure Vnto whose grace sith Kings haue not obtaind Sweete is thy choise though losse of life be sowre Yet to the man whose youth such pains must proue No better end than that which comes by Loue. Steere then thy course vnto the port of death Sith thy hard hap no better hap may finde Where when thou shalt vnlade thy latest breath Enuie hir selfe shall swim to saue thy minde Whose bodie sunke in search to gaine that shore Where many a Prince had perished before And yet my hart it might haue been foreseene Sith skilfull medcins mends each kinde of griefe Then in my breast full safely hadst thou beene But thou my hart wouldst neuer me beleeue Who tolde thee true when first thou didst aspire Death was the end of euery such desire HIr face Hir tong Hir wit So faire So sweete So sharpe First bent Then drew Then hit Mine eie Mine eare My hart Mine eie Mine eare My hart To like To learne To loue Hir face Hir tong Hir wit Doth lead doth teach Doth moue Oh face Oh tong Oh wit With frownes With checke With smart Wrong not Vexe not Wound not Mine eie Mine eare My hart Mine eie Mine eare My hart To learne To knowe To feare Hir facc Hir tong Hir wit Doth lead Doth teach Doth sweare CAlling to minde mine eie long went about T'entice my hart to seeke to leaue my brest All in a rage I thought to pull it out By whose deuice I liu'd in such vnrest What could it say to purchase so my grace Forsooth that it had seene my Mistres face Another time I likewise call to minde My hart was he that all my woe had wrought For he my brest the fort of Loue resignde When of such warrs my fancie neuer thought What could it say when I would him haue slaine But he was yours and had forgone me cleane At length when I perceiu'd both eie and hart Excusde themselues as guiltles of mine ill I found my selfe was cause of all my smart And tolde my selfe my selfe now slay I will But when I found my selfe to you was true I lou'd my selfe bicause my selfe lou'd you WHat else is hell but losse of blisfull heauen What darknes else but lacke of lightsome day What else is death but things of life bereauen What winter else but pleasant springs decay Vnrest what else but fancies hot desire Fed with delay and followed with dispaire What else mishap but longing to aspire To striue against earth water fire and aire Heauen were my state and happie Sunneshine day And life most blest to ioy one howres desire Hap blisse and rest and sweete springtime of May Were to behold my faire consuming fire But loe I feele by absence from your sight Mishap vnrest death winter hell darke night WOuld I were chaung'd into that golden showre That so diuinely streamed from the skies To fall in drops vpon the daintie floore Where in hir bed she solitarie lies Then would I hope such showres as richly shine Would pearce more deepe than these wast teares of mine Or would I were that plumed Swan snowe white Vnder whose forme was hidden heauenly power Then in that riuer would I most delite Whose waues doe beate against hir stately bower And in those banks so tune my dying song That hir deafe ears would think my plaint too long Else would I were Narcissus that sweete boy And she hir selfe the sacred fountaine cleere Who rauisht with the pride of his owne ioy Drenched his lims with gazing ouer neere So should I bring my soule to happie rest To end my life in that I loued best WHo plucks thee down frō hie desire poor hart Who comforts thee in depth of thy distresse Amid contents who breeds thy secret smart Who seekes the meane thy sorrowes may be lesse Who calls thy wits togither to their worke Who warnes thy will to follow warie wit Who lets thee see in loue what sorrowes lurke Who makes thee feele the force of fancies fit Who taught thee first to trie before thou trust Who bids thee keepe a faithfull tried freend Who wils thee say loue wantons he that lust Who winnes the wish that hath a happie end Care then to keepe that faithfull friend in store Whose loue commands that thou shalt care no more THose eies that holds the hand of euery hart Those hands that holds the hart of euery eie That wit that goes beyond all natures Art That sence too deepe for wisdome to discrie That eie that hand that wit that heauenly sence All these doth show my Mistres Excellence Oh eies that perce into the purest hart Oh hands that hold the highest harts in thrall Oh wit that weyes the deapth of all desart Oh sence that showes the secret sweete of all The heauen of heuens with heuenly powrs preserue thee Loue but thy selfe and giue me leaue to serue thee To serue to liue to looke vpon those eies To looke to liue to kisse that heauenlie hand To sound that wit that doth amaze the wise To know that sence no sence can vnderstand To vnderstande that all the world may know Such wit such sence eies hands there are no moe WHo list to heare the sum of sorrowes state The depth of dole

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