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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

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

lies against him in alehouses faires markets and such assemblies At whose returne when his dealings were truely discussed and truth ouercame their slanders this was the refuge of their whispering malice His greatnesse and smooth toong saie they beares it awaie as if Honor once lost in act could be hidden by greatnes or recouered by grace and eloquence of speech Both which taken away by his happie death and our vnhappie losse he is sithence more cleared than before Maruell not then at their enuie sith Virtutis comes inuidia but detest the enuious that thus blaspheme vertues whom for mine owne part as I see measure their rage so will I iudge of their affection to the state for vndoubtedly none but the discontented with the time or such as he hath iustlie punished for their lewdnesse will thus calumniouslie interpret his proceedings If I meant to write a discourse of this Earles life or an Apologie in his defence I would proceede more orderly in repetition of his vertues and more effectually in answere of their poisoned Libels But as mine intent at first was onelie to admonish loose toongs such as mine eares haue glowed to heare of and forewarne the ouer credulous that are easily abused hauing finished my purpose if it effects amendment I shall be glad if not their shames be on their owne heads Beseeching God this Realme feele not the want of him alreadie dead and greater iudgements insue for our vnthankfulnesse LEICESTER he liu'd of all the world admir'd Not as a man though he in shape exceld But as a God whose heauenlie wit inspir'd Wrought hie effects yet vertues courses held His wisdome honored his Countries name His valure was the vangard of the same An Elegie or friends passion for his Astrophill Written vpon the death of the right Honorable sir Philip Sidney knight Lord gouernor of Flushing AS then no winde at all there blew No swelling cloude accloid the aire The skie like glasse of watchet hew Reflected Phoebus golden haire The garnisht tree no pendant stird No voice was heard of any bird There might you see the burly Beare The Lion king the Elephant The maiden Vnicorne was there So was Acteons horned plant And what of wilde or tame are found Were coucht in order on the ground Alcides speckled poplar tree The palme that Monarchs doe obtaine With Loue iuice staind the mulberie The fruit that dewes the Poets braine And Phillis philbert there away Comparde with mirtle and the bay The tree that coffins doth adorne With stately height threatning the skie And for the bed of Loue forlorne The blacke and dolefull Ebonie All in a circle compast were Like to an Amphitheater Vpon the branches of those trees The airie winged people sat Distinguished in od degrees One sort in this another that Here Philomell that knowes full well What force and wit in loue doth dwell The skie bred Egle roiall bird Percht there vpon an oke aboue The Turtle by him neuer stird Example of immortall loue The swan that sings about to dy Leauing Meander stood thereby And that which was of woonder most The Phoenix left sweete Arabie And on a Caedar in this coast Built vp hir tombe of spicerie As I coniecture by the same Preparde to take hir dying flame In midst and center of this plot I saw one groueling on the grasse A man or stone I knew not that No stone of man the figure was And yet I could not count him one More than the image made of stone At length I might perceiue him reare His bodie on his elbow end Earthly and pale with gastly cheare Vpon his knees he vpward tend Seeming like one in vncouth stound To be ascending out the ground A greeuous sigh foorthwith he throwes As might haue torne the vitall strings Then downe his cheekes the teares so flowes As doth the streame of many springs So thunder rends the cloud in twaine And makes a passage for the raine Incontinent with trembling sound He wofully gan to complaine Such were the accents as might wound And teare a diamond rocke in twaine After his throbs did somwhat stay Thus heauily he gan to say O sunne said he seeing the sunne On wretched me why dost thou shine My star is falne my comfort done Out is the apple of my eine Shine vpon those possesse delight And let me liue in endlesse night O griefe that liest vpon my soule As heauie as a mount of lead The remnant of my life controll Consort me quickly with the dead Halfe of this hart this sprite and will Di'de in the brest of Astrophill And you compassionate of my wo Gentle birds beasts and shadie trees I am assurde ye long to kno What be the sorrowes me agreeu's Listen ye then to that insu'th And heare a tale of teares and ruthe You knew who knew not Astrophill That I should liue to say I knew And haue not in possession still Things knowne permit me to renew Of him you know his merit such I cannot say you heare too much Within these woods of Arcadie He cheefe delight and pleasure tooke And on the mountaine Parthenie Vpon the chrystall liquid brooke The Muses met him eu'ry day That taught him sing to write and say When he descended downe the mount His personage seemed most diuine A thousand graces one might count Vpon his louely cheerefull eine To heare him speake and sweetely smile You were in Paradise the while A sweete attractiue kinde of grace A full assurance giuen by lookes Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell books I trowe that countenance cannot lie Whose thoughts are legible in the eie Was neuer eie did see that face Was neuer eare did heare that tong Was neuer minde did minde his grace That euer thought the trauell long But eies and eares and eu'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught O God that such a woorthy man In whom so rare desarts did raigne Desired thus must leaue vs than And we to wish for him in vaine O could the stars that bred that wit In force no longer fixed sit Then being fild with learned dew The Muses willed him to loue That instrument can aptly shew How finely our conceits will moue As Bacchus opes dissembled harts So loue sets out our better parts Stella a Nymph within this wood Most rare and rich of heauenly blis The highest in his fancie stood And she could well demerite this Tis likely they acquainted soone He was a Sun and she a Moone Our Astrophill did Stella loue O Stella vaunt of Astrophill Albeit thy graces gods may moue Where wilt thou finde an Astrophill The rose and lillie haue their prime And so hath beautie but a time Although thy beautie doe exceede In common sight of eu'ry eie Yet in his Poesies when we reede It is apparant more thereby He that hath loue and iudgement too Sees more than any other doe Then Astrophill hath honord thee For when thy bodie is extinct Thy graces shall

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

inward minde your outward faire admires My hope lies prostrate at your pities feete My hart lookes soule sence minde and hope desires Beleefe and fauour in your louely sight Els all will cease to liue and pen to write T. L. Gent. FVll fraught with vnrecomptles sweete Of your faire face that stole mine eie No gladsome day my lookes did greete Wherein I wisht not willingly Mine eies were shut I might not see A Ladie of lesse maiestie What most I like I neuer minde And so on you haue fixt my thoughts That others sights doe make me blinde And what I see but you is noughts By vse and custome thus you see Another nature liues in mee The more I looke the more I loue The more I thinke the more I thriue No obiect can my looke remoue No thought can better thoughts reuiue For what I see or thinke I finde Exceedeth sight or thought of minde Since then your lookes haue stolne mine eies And eies content to nourish loue And loue doth make my thoughts arise And thoughts are firme and will not moue Vouchsafe to knit by powre vnknowne Our eies our loues our thoughts in one T. L. Gent. LIke desart woods with darksome shades obscured Where dredful beasts wher hateful horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell Loue within my breast maintaineth To whet my griefe when as my sorrow waineth The gastly beasts my thoughts in cares assured Which wage me warre whilst hart no succor gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighes by cares procured Which forth I send whilst weeping eie complaineth To coole the heate the helples hart containeth But shafts but cares sighes horrors vnrecured Were nought esteemde if for these paines awarded My faithfull Loue by you might be rewarded T. L. Gent. FOr pittie pretie eies surcease To giue me warre and graunt me peace Triumphant eies why beare you Armes Against a hart that thinks no harmes A hart alreadie quite appalde A hart that yeelds and is enthrald Kill Rebels prowdly that resist Not those that in true faith persist And conquered serue your Deitie Will you alas commaund me die Then die I yours and death my crosse But vnto you pertains the losse T. L. Gent. MY bonie Lasse thine eie So slie Hath made me sorrowe so Thy Crimsen cheekes my deere So cleere Haue so much wrought my woe Thy pleasing smiles and grace Thy face Haue rauisht so my sprights That life is growne to nought Through thought Of Loue which me affrights For fancies flames of fire Aspire Vnto such furious powre As but the teares I shead Make dead The brands would me deuoure I should consume to nought Through thought Of thy faire shining eie Thy cheekes thy pleasing smiles The wiles That forst my hart to die Thy grace thy face the part Where art Stands gazing still to see The wondrous gifts and powre Each howre That hath bewitched me T. L. Gent. ALas my hart mine eie hath wronged thee Presumptious eie to gaze on Phillis face Whose heauenly eie no mortall man my see But he must die or purchase Phillis grace Poore Coridon the Nimph whose eie doth moue thee Doth loue to draw but is not drawne to loue thee Hir beautie Natures pride and Shepherds praise Hir eie the heauenly Planet of my life Hir matchles wit and grace hir fame displaies As if that Ioue had made hir for his wife Onely hir eies shoote firie darts to kill Yet is hir hart as cold as Caucase hill My wings too weake to flie against the Sunne Mine eies vnable to sustaine hir light My hart doth yeeld that I am quite vndoon Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with hir sight My bud is blasted withered is my leafe And all my corne is rotted in the sheafe Phillis the golden fetter of my minde My fancies Idoll and my vitall powre Goddesse of Nimphes and honor of thy kinde This Ages Phenix Beauties brauest bowre Poore Coridon for loue of thee must die Thy Beauties thrall and conquest of thine eie Leaue Coridon to plough the barren feeld Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace For Phillis lookes no hartie loue doe yeeld Nor can she loue for all hir louely face Die Coridon the spoyle of Phillis eie She can not loue and therefore thou must die VVHat cunnnig can expresse The fauor of hir face To whom in this distresse I doe appeale for grace A thousand Cupids flie About hir gentle eie From whence each throwes a dart That kindleth soft sweete fier Within my sighing hart Possessed by desier No sweeter life I trie Than in hir loue to die The Lillie in the fielde That glories in his white For purenes now must yeelde And render vp his right Heau'n pictur'de in hir face Doth promise ioy and grace Faire Cinthias siluer light That beates on running streames Compares not with hir white Whose haires are all sunbeames Hir vertues so doe shine As daie vnto mine eine With this there is a Red Exceeds the Damaske Rose Which in hir cheekes is spred Whence euery fauor groes In skie there is no starre That she surmounts not farre When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis doth arise The morning blushing red In faire carnation wise He shewes it in hir face As Queene of euery grace This pleasant Lillie white This taint of roseat red This Cinthias siluer light This sweete faire Dea spread These sunbeames in mine eie These beauties make me die E. O. A most excellent passion set downe by N. B. Gent. COm yonglings com that seem to make such mone About a thing of nothing God he knowes With sighes and sobs and many a greeuous grone And trickling teares that secret sorow showes Leaue leaue to faine and here behold indeed The onely man may make your harts to bleed Whose state to tell no neuer toong can tell Whose woes are such oh no there are none such Whose hap so hard nay rather halfe a hell Whose griefe so much yea God he knowes too much Whose wofull state and greeuous hap alas The world may see is such as neuer was Good nature weepes to see hir selfe abused Ill fortune shewes hir furie in hir face Poore reason pines to see hir selfe refused And dutie dies to see his sore disgrace Hope hangs the head to see dispaire so neere And what but death can end this heauie cheere Oh cursed cares that neuer can be knowne Dole worse than death when neuer tong can tell it The hurt is hid although the sorow showne Such is my paine no pleasure can expell it In summe I see I am ordained I To liue in dole and so in sorow die Behold each teare no token of a toy But torments such as teare my hart asunder Each sobbing sigh a signe of such annoy That how I liue beleeue me 'tis a wonder Each grone a gripe that makes me gaspe for breath And euerie straine a bitter pang of