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A19946	Dauisons poems, or, A poeticall rapsodie Deuided into sixe bookes. The first, contayning poems and deuises. The second, sonets and canzonets. The third, pastoralls and elegies. The fourth, madrigalls and odes. The fift, epigrams and epitaphs. The sixt, epistles, and epithalamions. For variety and pleasure, the like neuer published.; Poetical rapsody	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1621 (1621)	STC 6376; ESTC S109387	98,578	288

binde Who diuers verse to diuers matter frame All kind of stiles do serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I find The lofty verse doth shew her noble mind By which she quencheth loues inraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kind In mournefull Tragicke verse for her I dye In Comicke she reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace and strife Each word she speakes doth cause both death and life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone XXXII SONET Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite thereby Rash was reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hasts amaine And stops each passage least Desire should flye Within my eares disdainefull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine eyes with scornful traine Desire 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 XXXIII SONET To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causer of my paine That to my soe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And bosts of winning that which reason sold Too late you call for helpe to me in vaine Whō loue hath bound in chains of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hot desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like wind dispearst the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbuor quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw XXXIIII SONET Ten Sonets to Philomel Sonet I. Vpon Loues entring by the eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage weare By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I garded them and void of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my heart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweete Phylomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pittty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Only because to loue thee it presumed XXXV SONET O Why did Fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traytor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her gifts concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly deaths paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I dide XXXVI SONET Of his owne and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIcknesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content herewith like meanes it wrought My Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well XXXVII SONET Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his eyes That his dart life did misse though her it hit Yet not therewith content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoyle her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended XXXVIII SONET Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against the Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which neere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be for'st to drowne XXXIX SONET Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spy Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blinde yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy XL. SONET WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Sonne scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her deny To burne the picture which was in my heart The more loue burn'd the more her Picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine XLI SONET To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sunne eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects

so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings do breake Tho. Campion XLVI CANZONET Vpon his Ladies sickenesse of the Pox● CRuell and vnpartiall sickensse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weakenesse Whom all kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke In the pure snow of her face When thou did'st attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it race Th'heauenly hony thou didst sucke From her Rose cheeks might suffice Why then didst thou marre and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest price Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those rich spoiles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in Inkes black teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close lock them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare them Till I from my selfe depart XLVII CANZONET In the grace of wit of tongue and face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent thē drew now hit mine eye mine eare my hart Mine eye mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face her tong hir wit with beams with soūd with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil my heart Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth feast doth fill O face o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart wring not vex not woūd not mine eie mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shal sweare Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare XLVIII CANZONET An inuectiue against women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see too Are women sweet Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweete to them that in lye loue them Chast and discreete to all saue those that proue them Are women wise Not wise but they be witty Are women witty Yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be ye ne're so wise they will beguile ye Are women fooles Not fooles but fondlings many Can women fond be faithfull vnto any When snow-white swans do run to colour sable Then women fond will be both firme and stable Are women Saints No Saints nor yet no diuels Are women good not good but needfull euils So Angel-like that diuels I do not doubt them So needfull ils that few can liue without them Are women proud I passing proud and praise them Are women kind I wondrous kind and please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind hearted any may procure them Ignote XLIX CANZONET This song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at a shew on horsebacke wherewith the right Honourable the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnesse on May day last Of loue gift VVHo giues a gift to bind a friend thereby Doth set or put his gift to vsury And he that giues a gift that is not free Giues where he list so that he giue not me For bought and sold is friendship strange Who liues by selling liues by change And he that loues to change his friend Will turne to nothing in the end L. CANZONET The Anatomie of Loue. NOw what is loue I pray thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sounding bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is loue as I heare tell Now what is Loue I prethee say It is a worke on holy day It is December match'd with May When lusty bloods in fresh array Heare ten months after of their play And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I prethee faine It is a sun-shine mixt with raine It is a gentle pleasing paine A flower that dyes and springs againe It is in faith that would full faine And this is loue and not a staine Yet what is loue I prethee say It is a pretty shaddow way As well found out by night as day It is a thing will soone decay Then take the vantage while you may And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I prethee show A thing that creepes and cannot goe A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for one a thing for moe And he that proues shall find it so And this is some sweet friend I trow In vaine I liue such sorrow liues in me In vaine liues sorrow since by her I liue Life workes in vaine where death will Master be Death striues in vaine where life doth vertue giue Thus each of vs would worke anothers woe And hurts himselfe in vaine and helpes his foe LI. CANZONET Loue the onely price of loue THe fairest Pearles that Northerne Seas do breed For precious stones from Easterne coasts are sold Nought yeelds the earth that from exchange is freed Gold values all and all things value Gold Where goodnesse wants an equall change to make There greatnesse serues or number place doth take No mo tall thing can beare so high a price But that with mortall thing it may be bought The corne of Sicill buyes the Westerne spice French wine of vs of them our cloth is sought No pearles no gold no stones no corne no spice No cloth no wine of loue can pay the price What thing is loue which nought can counteruaile Nought saue it selfe eu'n such a thing is loue All worldly wealth in worth as farre doth faile As lowest earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but it selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy loue doth claime as due Thy due is loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer be And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue requite All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my heart such blisse Accep it for thy prisoner as it is The end of the second Booke THE THIRD BOOKE OF Pastorals and Eliges Two Pastorals made by Sir Phillip Sidney Vpon his meeting with his two worthy Friends and fellow Poets Sir Edward Dier and M. Fulke Greuill I. PASTORALL IOyne mates in mirth to me Grant pleasure to our meeting Let Pan our good God see How gratefull is our greeting Ioyne hearts and hands so let it be Make but one mind in bodies three Ye Hymnes and singing skill Of God Apolloes giuing Be prest our reeds to fill With sound of musicke liuing Ioyne hearts and hands c. Sweete Orpheus Harpe whose ●●●nd The stedfast mountaines moued Let here thy skill abound To

rest doth after trauell come That little prick the ioynt with paine doth numme What may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stickst not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroake espide Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwayes I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red still my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my wealth I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No maruell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera VII POEM A true description of Loue. Paraphrastcally translated out of Petrarkes 103. Sonnet beginning S. Amor non è the dunque è quel ch'io sento IF Loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A fained fire deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeede there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breede such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweete amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I fry Whence come these teares how chance I thus complaine If force perforce I beare this misery What 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 cry To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery Who will not helpe himself when wel he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry wayes And euery blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The steers man gone saile helme tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast Wisedome and folly is the lucklosse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally Wisedome 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 loth to dye VII POEM Vpon an Heroicall Poem which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyians MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweete delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharp swords 〈◊〉 ●●●ong Warre bloud and death were matter 〈◊〉 ●●ng The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for warre quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose prayses he will write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his party-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 heart Is this the hope on which my life is staid Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paid 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 indeed to warre 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 increast Of fairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy tryumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk't his wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best IX POEM Or a Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loathsome life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feeds on earth And stayes on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasure mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'd no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helps thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue X. POEM A Poesie to proue affection

doth lurke Soule I shall be pure when so I part from thee Body So were I now but that thou stainest me XII DEVICE Saphickes vpon the Passion of Christ HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Scandalous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here He that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast Glory refusing Me that in bondage many sinnes retained He for his goodnes for his onely goodnesse Brought from hell torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his aide reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankfully singing XIII DEVICE A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more then mine in which I languish Nor more your heart is moued To end your griefe and mine so long time proued But if I yeeld and so your loue decreaseth Then I my louer lose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto A DEVISO De lapsu hominis in Adam PAuper amabilis venerabilis est benedictus Diues inutilis insatiabilis est maledictus Qui bona negligit mala diligit intrat abyssum Nulla potentia nulla pecunia liberat ipsum Irr●meabilis insattabilis illa vorago Hic vbi me●gitur horrida cernitur omnis imago Vir miserabilis Euaque flebilis hoc subierunt Hic cruciamina per sua crimina cum meruerunt Iussa Dei pia iussa salubria si tenuissent Vir neque foemina nec sua semina morte perissent Sed quia spernere iussaque soluere non timuere Mors grauis irruit hoc merito fuit periere Ianua mortis passio fortis orimen eorum Attulit orbi semina morbi tot que malorum Illa parentes atque sequentes culpa peremit Atque piarum deliciarum munus ademit Flebile satum dans cruciatum dansque dolorem Illa morenti perdere tanti regis honorem Est data saeuam causa per Euam perditionis Dum meliorem sperat honorem voce dracenis Hec male credens nos quoque laedens crimine magno Omnia tristi subdidit isti saecula damno Stirps miserorum plena dolorum postea creuit His quoque damnis pluribus annis subdita fleuit De restitutione hominis per Christum SEd Deus omnipotens qui verbo cuncta creauit Sic cecidisse dolens homines quos semper amauit Ipse suum verbum transmisit ad infima mundi Exulibus miseris aperire viam redeundi Filius ergo Dei descendit ab arce superna Nunquam descedens a maiestate paterna Qui corpus sumens animatum numine saluo Processit natus sacrae de virginis aluo Verus homo verusque Deus pius miserator Verus saluator nostraeque salutis amator Sponte sua moriens mortem moriendo peremit Et sic perpetua miseros a morte redemit Namque pia de morte resurgens vt Leo fortis Restituit vitam prostrato principe mortis Of the fall of man in Adam THE poore man belou'd for vertue approu'd rignt blessed is he Where couetous chuff who neuer hath enough accursed shall be Who goodnesse reiecteth and euill affecteth shall fall in the pit No plenty of pence shall free him from thence no power nor wit Both vnrepassable and vnsatiable that galph will appeare Imbog'd he shall be where nought he shall see but horror and feare Adam vnstable and Eue variable the very first time By falling from God deserued this rod O horrible crime For had they adhered to God and him feared by keeping his reede Then death had not come on the man or the woman or any their seede But when as the man from Gods will began basely to reuolt For his grieuous sinne death came rushing in and on him laid holt This was the great crime which at the first time by craft of the deuill Did bring in the seed of sicknesse and need and all other euill This was the sinne which first did begin our parents to kill And heauenly food prepared for our good did vtterly spill Vnhappy the fate which first such a state such sorrow did bring To him that had lost so much to our cost our heauenly King The credulous Eue t was she that did giue the cause of such euill Hoping that honor would come more vpon her deceiued by the deuill Beleeuing of him did make her to sinne to all our great losse For mankind e're sence receiued from hence an horrible crosse For all the Nations through all generations which after haue beene With griefe of their heart haue tasted the smart of that primitiue sinne Of the restoring of man by Christ BVt Ioue omnipotent all things by his word who created Grieuing man to be falne whose loue was in him so innated Sent from aboue his word for man to prepare a returning Thence where else had he lien through all eternity burning So Gods onely begotten Sonne came downe to redeeme vs Yet did he still himselfe his fathers glory beteeme vs. A body form'd with a soule to his diuinity taking And to be borne of a virgin his humanity making Borne very God very man he a man God mercifull holy Purchased our saluation was our Sauiour wholy For by his willing death he deaths selfe wholy defeated And so vs all from eternall death by death rebegetted From death againe rising he deaths Prince mightily maimed Whereby his owne from death to eternall life he regained The end of the first Booke THE SECOND BOOKE OF Sonets and Canzonets I. SONET WHen traitrous Photine Caesar did present With his great riuals honourable head He taught his eyes a streame of teares to shed Hiding in his false heart his true content And Hanniball when Fortunes ballance light Raiz'd low brought Rome and swaid proud Carthage downe While all but he bewail'd their yeelding town He laught to ease his swelling hearts despight Thus cunning minds can maske with diuers art Griefe vnder fained smiles Ioy vnder teares Like Hanniball I cannot hide my feares Setting cleare lookes vpon a cloudy heart But let me ioyes enioy Deere you shall try Caesar hid not his ioyes so well as I. II. SONET While Loue in you did liue I onely liu'd in you While you for me did burne for you alone I burned While you did sigh for me for you I sigh and mourned Till you prou'd false to me to you I was most true But since loue died in