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Rich: Nugents Cynthia Containing direfull sonnets, madrigalls, and passionate intercourses, describing his repudiate affections expressed in loues owne language.; Cynthia
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Nugent, Richard, fl. 1604.
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for such a taske This wonder of our Isle had seene and heeded Then should his glorious muse her worth vnmaske And he himselfe himselfe should haue exceeded Then England Fraunce Spaine Greece and Italye And all that th' Ocean from our shoares diuideth Would ouer-runne their bounds and hether flye To finde the treasure that our Ireland hideth But best is that we neuer doe disclose it Since knowne but of our selues we shall not lose it Sonet X. TO thee the Lodestone of my heauie thought To thee the Starre that guides my beaten barke To thee the fairest one that nature wrought To thee that art the worlds admired marke I send these mournfull hymnes my zeale hath brought From out my lightlesse griefes Ciâ—â—erian darke And from dispaires deepe gulfe that long hath sought To drowne thy glorious praise in my liues Arke Appease ô louely Mayd this raging storme With thy sweet smiles to me more comfortable Than his Ermoes to the Sea-mane â—ies What though mine artlesse lines want phrase and forme Thy fauours may their lowlinesse enable To lift thy sacred name aboue the skies Sonet XI CVpid that vnder thy sweet Yoke hast brought Th' inhabitants of this huge globe around And that the depth of my desires do'st sound And seest the secrets of mine inward thought Thou seest I feele how deerely I haue bought My wayting on thy standerd so renownd And yet thou leau'st me groueling on the grownd By long delayes now tir'd and ouer wrought I see but too farre off that lamping light To which thou doest me driue and spurre amaine But lo I want thy wings to make my flight Enough and more doe my desires obtaine If I may wast in my desires by leyser And that my sighes and teares do not displease her Sonet XII I saw in earth a forme Angelicall And heau'nly graces in a worldly wight Which did my soule so rauish and delight That since her name I celebrate and call I sawe from her faire eies the teares downe fall Those eyes which oft haue dim'd the Sunnes cleare light And heard her sighing vtter words of might To stay the flouds and moue the mountains tall Doole pittie anger worthinesse and loue So sweete a mourning melodie consorted That thither woods and hils and rockes remoue And dead mens bones out of their graue resorted The spheares and starres did stray from their due course such of this heau'nly musicke was the force Sonet XIII MIne eies how can you without dazeling view The fairest hew that euer â—ie had seene That souereigne Queen whom your sad looks haue sewd No Sunne hath vewd nor neuer shall her peere O you more cleare then are the sunnes cleare beames Receiue these streames the tribute of mine eies And you my cries the orators of sadnesse Turning my gladnesse into ruthfull moanes Ioyne with my groanes blacke registers of sorrow And sad words borrow of my dolefull tongue To tell the wrong that you bereeues your food Then what sowre moode can moue her to withstand you So fairly land you in that happie port Where doth resort the prize for which ye venter And lowly enter to complaine my griefe To my soules theefe my liues Iudge now ordained Let mine vnfeigned faith preuaile deare iewell O be not cruell since thou art so faire Sonet XIIII O Be not cruell since thou art so faire Let not disdaine my high deserts disgrace Nor one foule fault thy beauties prize impaire Sweete thoughts do best beseeme so sweete a face Behold the triple region of the aire Woods valleys mountaines rocks and euerie place Are filled with Ecchoes of my plaints and prayer Which at thy de affened eares still sue for grace All of them shew each in his diuerse kind That of my wofull case they haue compassion The roâ—ks my words repeating seeme enclin'd To beare some burden of my hidden passion Ah Cyâ—thia heare at length my grieuous mones And be not harder than these sencelesse stones Sonet XV. WHen careful thoughts that long disturb'd my mind Had giu'n my wearie sences leaue 〈◊〉 â—est Old Morphâ—â—s arose as beetle blinde And did with his blacke Mace mine eyes arrest Me thought I saw a louely milke-white Hind Whom straight pursued a stately Hart whose crest Did well declare be was of noble kind And fawning shew'd he lou'd the gentle beast Then forthwith did a mongrell whelpe appeare His Sire a Stag but on a Roe begotten And soone this noble Hart beheld his deare Accept th'vnkindly beast himselfe forgotten Who thence-forth euer raung'd the fields alone And to the woods and winds still made his mone Sonet XVI VNto the woods and winds he made his mone And sure his dolefull case I greatly rued But that my mind was call'd from thence anone To heed as strange a sight that straight ensued Me thought two gentle Hawkes but ioind in one By kind and kindly choice aloft I viewd When lo I saw the female soard and gone After a kestrell Kite obscurely mewd Which sight so sore my fantasie did vexe That suddenly I start out of my slumber Not Cyâ—thia but the frailtie of her sexe Doth me with sad suspect and feares encumber But cre my deere my Hawke make such a flight O let these eyes first want their wonted light Sonet XVII O Let these eies first want their woonted light And vgly death my captiue corps immure And day be cancel'd by eternall night And no Sun-shine nor Moone ne stars endure Ere the worlds wonder and my soules delight Which doth the starres downe from their sâ—ates allure To yeeld their homage to her beautie bright should her faire worthes with so foule staines obscure Ere I who blav'd her name in forraine soiles Making old Albion shores her praise resound Should see a stranger triumph in my spoiles Or any else with my fresh garland crown'd No no those Planets that her birth allotted Will neuer see their glories glasse so spotted Sonet XVIII O Dismald dreames ofspring of sleepe and night Hels messenger fore-telling our misfortune Robbers of rest and enemies of light That still with hastie sights our sence importune Could not my Genius ill affected spright Contriue the ruine of my weake estate But you O cursed dreames for more despight Must before time mine ill prognosticate And thou that hast my loue so meanly prized The hire thereof vnto a straunger giuing Was it for this I thee haue canonized A heauenly Saint though here on earth yet liuing Ay me what crosse iâ—urious starre assign'd So faire a face to such a faithlesse mind Sonet XIX LIke as the siluer swanne in her extreames Be-mones her selfe with doolefull harmonie And takes her lastleaue of her haunted streames Assuring them that now her death drawes niâ— So thou my Muse breath out in 〈…〉 The sad discourses of my 〈…〉 And let thy lines yelad in mourning coâ—â—s My neere approching end prognosticare And thou poore heart sometime the blâ—ssefull bowre Where â—ouely Cynthia deigned to repose â—er Thy ioyfull tunes change into wailing sowre
For now thy ioy is past and thou must loose her Yet with thy â—â—racke procure in her some ruth And make the world admire such loue and truth The first Madrigall HAppie the beautious â—owres and berbars soote Wherein my Cynthia with the Muses walkes Happie the shore that heares her as she talkes And beares tâ—â—â—mpresâ—ion of her daintie foote Happie the groue which her aspect doth grace Happie the lake wherein she bathes her fâ—â—e Happie the soile ordain'd to be her place Soile lake groue flowers to ease my deepe distresse Impart some part of your great happinesse Madrigall II. THe wounded deare from running neuer ceaseth Spur'd by the piercing shaft within his side His grieuous paine doth him still forward guide And still his restlesse race his paine increaseth Right so fare I with that same deadly dart Where with fierce loue hath pierc'd my conquer'd hart The more I fice the more my wound doth smart And now I find in vaine they flee or tarrie That with themselues heir owne destruction carrie That hath me fraâ—'d ay me of feeling earth And curse the day when first I saw that Sunne Which makes me looke like one nurst in the wood So fierce a Tygre in the wildest wood Did neuer feed as yet by night ne day As shee for whom I weepe by shade and Sâ—â—ne Gaining no truce from teares at eu'n ne morne And though my selfe be made of lowest earth My high desires come from the loftie starres O that ere I returne to you faire starres Or to my woâ—â—ed walkes within the wood Tyring this corps which soone will turne to earth I saw her rue me who may in one day Repaire my foure yeares losse and ere the morne Earich me at the rising of the Sunne That I were with her at the set of Sunne And none beheld vs saue the silent flarres One night that could be shortned by no morne And that she might not turne into greene wood To leaue mine armes as Daphne did that day That golden Phoebus chas'd her here on earth But first shall earth enclose me in the wood And dayes gray cope embrodered be with starres Before my Sunne enioy so sweet a morne FINIS The second part Sonet I. STep forth into the world mine Orphane verse Abortiue brood of my deceased hopes And doolefully pursue your parents hearse Attir'd in your blacke stoales and tawnie copes Such mourning weedes beseemes our mournfull woes And sith reuenge is all your remedie With out-cries loud to coasts vnknowne disclose The dire contriuer of my tragidie Then prophesie with holie furie fir'd And tell faire Cynthia how the heau'ns on hie The sunne the starres the earth haue all conspir'd To wreake my wrongs and end her tyrannie And that the sprights below and powr's aboue her Threaten reuenge for murther of her louer Sonet II. LEd by the fainting steps of forlorne hope Onward I go where froward fates me driue â—â—ll past the bounds of this our Horoscope With wearied lims at last I did arriue Within a deseit darke vnhaunted caue So low that loath'd it seem'd of worlds pure aire And by the Poesies on the posts ygraue I found it was the mansion of dispaire Further I past vnto an inner roome Where that sad wight sat crosse-leg'd in his chaire And humbly pray'd him to vnfold his doome If any blisse my bale should aye repaire Die wretch quoth he and leaue not Fortunes scorne thy hap was buried ere thy hopes were borne Sonet III. FAire trees in whose smooth rines I oft engrau'd That name which loue had in my heart enrold To whom as in those burning fits I rau'd My neuer ceasing paines at large I told Cleare lake whose calme vast floore I ouer-pau'd With teares that from my fertile eyes downe rol'd When of your waters oft I humbly crau'd To case my flaming bowels with their cold Declare my foure yeares loue my discontents And how I haue at Cynthiaes hand deserued And you tall trees my loues true monuments Retaine those lines which in your coates I carued That men her name may read and reading hate That was in loue so false and so ingrate Sonet IIII. O That my loue were with thy liking ended And with thy faith my fire had also turned thy fault should not thus still be reprehended And few had know'n the flame wherein I burned My free-borne rimes that ah too long haue mourned And from blacke Lethes gulfe thy name defended Should of their charge thy praise be now disburdned And thou remaine vnknow'n and vncommended But since my cruell starres decrees are such As cause me loue and prosecute my death My constant end shall trie my loues pure tuch Yeelding the farewell of my failing breath To thee O Vulture on my heart-strings seasing Sith that my death is most vnto thy pleasing Sonet V. MAruell not Cynthia that my muse brings forth these bitter fruits of long conceal'd disdaigne Seeking to taint thy neuer-matched worth With oft obiecting thine vnkindnesse staine For all are rauings of a feeble braine Of one whom loue and hate haue long held sicke Who weakened by the force of former paine By Cynthiaes change is wexen lunatike Thou Cynthia art the Moone whose influence the flowing tides of mine affects doth sunder whose faire aspect food of my greedie sence Now hauing lost I sterue nor is it wonder that my soules pow'rs thus from their Cels haue ranged Sith thou thy faith but not thy forme hast changed Sonet VI. AY me dispaire comes now to claime the scope Of my sad thoughts drownd in deepe woes excesse For I am reft the obiect of my hope And my fierce faire a stranger doth possesse Yet Sydneys gentle sheepheard could deuise In such a case to find a remedie who blear'd his icalous hosts mistrustfull eyes By his kind hostesse handsome industrie Then why should I despaire of like successe whose happie riuall is a harmelesse boy But ah my Cynthia doth this hope suppresse who chastely proud persists and sweetly coy But Cynthia why do I for this reproue thee Since for thou wast so chast I first did loue thee Sonet VII THe peerlesse bird bred in the Arabian soile that solely liues on earth without a mate Strangely prouides by his owne small spoile An heire that may succeed him in his state For when he knoweth his houre he mounts so hie that kindled by the sunne in flames he flashes and in that instant out begins to flie an other of his kinde borne of his ashes Eu'n so my heart consum'd with raging fire Dies Cynthia that thy will may be fulfilled But straight loue charmes it with more fresh desires and so reuiues what thy disdeigne erst killed Thus doest thou kill and cure againe O cruell Because my flames may neuer want their fuell Sonet VIII Those scalding fighes which shew'd my harts chast fire More hot then sunne-beames in the midst of Iulie Nor those warme teares sprung from more warme desires that on my ruthlesse loue did wait so duly