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A19945	A poetical rapsodie containing: diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigals, epigrams, pastorals, eglogues, with other poems, both in rime and measured verse. For varietie and pleasure, the like neuer yet published.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1611 (1611)	STC 6375; ESTC S105119	99,741	216

these teares how chance I thus cōplain If force perforce I be are this misery VVhat helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and crie To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery VVho will not helpe himselfe when well he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous Seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry waies And eu'ry blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The Steers man gone saile helme and tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast VVisedome and folly is the lucklesse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally VVisedome too light folly of too great waight My barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loath to die Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou fear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy deerest name which doth me still betray For grace sweet grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my ●…mart Then since thou seest the life I leade in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest ODE VIII Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with war o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I die that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away An Inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire be tride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defast But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did shew Lo●…e is the streame whose wa●…es so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetenesse liking win But as the deepe o're flowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flatt'ring lookes the louers life doe spill Vsque adeo dulce puella malum est Vpon an Heroical Poeme which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyans MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharpe swords Lances strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for war quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his parti colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous Lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust Suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull hart Is this the hope on which my life is staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paide Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeede to war inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue

sweet to them that lightly touch Rough hard foule soure to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue though that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweet were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest p●…ace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine Phaleuciacke II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despaire am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from euen to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my heart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beames of her eyes Apollo darkning Life and light do I lose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her eyes beholding Death and life I refuse not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them Lenuoy in riming Phaleuciacks MVse not Ladie to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedie for ease requireth When sweete ioy did abound I writ the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lies it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my heart with gladnesse Sonnet IIII. Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who cal'd reueng to worke my spite thereby ●…ash was Reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor praier his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my eares disdainsull words did lie Proud looks did keepe mine eies with scornful traine Disire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable THe loue of chāge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choice is made change he that list for me Such as I am so will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change cals for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaie●… be Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full consent desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy encreaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be Iamais aultre To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causers of my paine That to my foe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason sold. Too late you call for helpe of me in vaine Whom loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are cleerer then the daies Vpon her absence THe sommer Sun that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and dries the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter pain●… My Ladies presence burnt me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling streames with double force Where looks or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweet sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere VVhich from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my