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A11612	Daiphantus, or the passions of loue Comicall to reade, but tragicall to act: as full of wit, as experience. By An. Sc. gentleman. Wherevnto is added, The passionate mans pilgrimage.	Scoloker, Anthony, fl. 1604.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. Passionate mans pilgrimage. aut	1604 (1604)	STC 21853; ESTC S102605	19,845	52

Infant Storie I sing the new World in an auncient Dittie I sing this World yea this worlds shame and glory I sing a Medley of rigor and of Pittie I sing the Courts Cyties and the Countrey fashions Yet sing I but of loue and her strange passions I sing that Antheme Louers sigh in sadnesse I sing sweete tunes of ioyes in wo-ven Verses I sing those Lines I once did act in madnesse I sing and weepe teares follow Births and Herses I sing a Dirge a Furie did indight it I sing My Selfe whilst I my Selfe do write it I inuocate to grace my Artlesse labor The faithfull Goddesse men call Memorie True Poets treasure and their wits best fauour To decke my Muse with truest Poesie Though Loue write wel yet Passiō blindes th'affecton Man ne're rules right that 's in the least subiection Sweete Memorie soules life new life increasing The eye of Iustice tongue of eloquence The locke of Larning Fountaine neuer ceasing The Cabinet of Secrets Caske of Sence Which gouern'll Nature teacheth man his awe That art all Conscience and yet rulst by Law Blesse thou this Loue song-ayre of my best wishes Thou art the Parent nourisheth desire Blow gentle winds safeland me at my Blisses Loue still mouats high though Louers not aspire My Poem's truth ●ond Poets seigne at pleasure A Louing Subiect is a Princes treasure THE PASSIONS OF LOVE IN Venice faire the Citie most admir'd There liu'd a Gallant who Da●phantus hight Right Nobly borne well Letter'd Lou'd Desir'd Of euery Courtyer in their most delight ' So full of Pleasaunce that he seem'd to be 'A man begot in Venus infancie His face was faire full comely was his feature Lip't like the Cherrie with a Wantons eye A Mars in anger yet a Venus Creature Made part of Cynthia most of Mercurie A pittied soule so made of Loue and hate Though still belou'd in Loue vnfortunate Thus made by Nature Fortune did conspire To ballance him with weight of Cupids Wings Passant in Loue yet oft in great desire Sudden in Loue not stayd in any thing He courted all not lou'd and much did striue To die for Loue yet neuer meant to wiue As Nature made him faire so likewise wittie She not content his thoughts thus very fickle Fortune that gain'd him plac'st him in this Citie To wheele his head which she had made most tickle Fortune made him belou'd and so distraught him His reynes let forth he fell and Cupid caught him Not farre from Venice in an Abbie faire Well wal'd about two worthy Ladyes dwelt Who Virgins were so sweet and Debonayre The ground they trod on of their odour smelt Two Virgin-Sisters matchlesse in a Pheare Had liued Virgins wel-nigh eighteene yeare Eurialae the Elder Sister 's nam'd The other was Vrania the wise Nature for making them was surely blam'd Venus her selfe by them all did despise ' Such beauties with such vertue So combind ' That al exceeds yet nought exceeds their mind Eurialae so shewes as doth the Sunne When mounted on the continent of Heauen Yet oft she 's clowded but when her glorie 's come Two Suns appeare to make her glory euen ' Her smiles sends brightnes when the Sun 's not bright ' Her lookes giue beauty whē the sun lends light Modest and humble of Nature milde and sweete Vnmatched beauty with her vertue meeting Proud that her lowly bezaunce doth regreet With her chast silence Vertue euer keeping ' This is the Sunne that sets before it rise ' This is a Starre No lesse are both her eyes Her beautie pearlesse pearlesse is her minde Her body matchlesse matchlesse are her thoughts Her selfe but one but one like her we finde Her wealth 's her vertue such vertue is not bought ' This is a heauen on earth makes her diuine ' This is the Sunne obscures where it doth shi●● Vrania next Oh that I had that Art Could write her worth her worth no eye may see Or that her tongue oh heauen were now my hart what siluer Lines in showres should drop from me My heart she keepes how can I then indite ' No heart-lesse creature can Loue-passions write As a black vaile vpon the wings of morne Brings forth a day as cleere as Venus face Or a faire Iewell by an Ethiope worne Inricheth much the eye which it doth grace Such is her beautie if it well be told Plac'st in a Iettie Chariot set with gold Her haire Nights Canopie in mourning weedes Is still inthron'd when lockt within is seene A Deitie drawne by a paire of Steedes Like Venus eyes And if the like haue beene Her eyes two radiant Starres but yet diuine Her face daies-sun heauen al if once they shine Vpon the left side of this heauenly feature In Curious worke Nature hath set a Seale Wherein is writ This is a matchlesse Creature Where wit and beautie striues for the appeale The Iudges chosde are Loue Fancie They rise And looking on her with her left their eyes Her Wit and Beautie were at many fraies Whether the deepe impressions did cause Nature said Beautie Art her Wit did praise Loue thought her face her tongue had Truths applause Whilest they contend which was the better part I lent an Eie She rob'd me of my heart Sisters these two are like the Day and Night Their glories by their vertues they doe Merit One as the Day to see the others might The others Night to shadow a high Spirit If all were Day how could a Louer rest Or if all Night Louers were too much blest Both faire As eke their bodies tall and slender Both wise yet Silence shewes their modestie Both graue although they both are yong tender Both humble hearted Not in Pollicie So faire wise graue and humble are esteem'd ' Yet what men see the worst of them is deem'd ' Nature that made them faire doth loue perfection ' What youth counts wisdō Age doth bring to trial ' Graue years in youth in Age needs no direction ' An humble heart deserues findes no denyall Faires ring their Knells yet Fame neuer dies True Iudgemēt's frō the hart not from the eies These two two Sisters Cozens to this Louer He often courts As was his wonted fashion Who sweares all 's fayre yet hath no heart to proue her Seems still in Loue or in a Louers passion Now learn's this Lesson Loue-scoffers find it Cupid hits rightest whē Louers do least mind it Although his guise were fashion'd to his mind And wording Loue As complement he vsde Seem'd still to iest at Loue and Louers kind Neuer obtainde but where he was refusde Yet now his words with wit so are rewarded He loues loues two loues all of none regarded Now he that laught to heare true Louers sigh Can bite his Lippes vntill his heart doth bleed Who Iyb'd at al loues al ech daies his night Who scorn'd now weeps howles writes his own meed ' He that would bandy Loue is now the Ball ' Who fear'd no hazard

is of euery thing yet it self 's but one thing Loue is any thing yet indeed is nothing Wee Virgins know this though not the force of Loue For we two Sisters liue as in a Cell Nor do we scorne it though we it not approue By Prayer we hope her charmes for to repel And thus adew But you in Progresse goe To finde fit place to warble forth your woe Who first seekes mercie is the last for griefe Thus did shee part whose Image stayd behind He in a trance stands mute finds no reliefe For she was absent whose tongue pleas'd his mind But like a hartlesse a hurtlesse Creature In admiration of so sweet a Feature At length look't vp his shaddow onely seeing Sighs to himselfe and weeps yet silent stands Kneels riseth walkes all this without true being Sure he was there though fettred in Loues-bands His lips departed Parted were his blisses Yet for pure Loue each lip the other kisses Reuiu'd by this or else Imagination Recalls things past the time to come laments Records his Loue but with an acclamation Repents himselfe and all these Accidents Now with the wings of Loue he gins to raise His Loue to gaine thus women he doth praise ' Women than Men are purer creatures farre ' The soule of soules the blessed gift of Nature 'To men a heauen To men the brightest starre ' The pearle that 's matchles high without al stature ' So full of goodnes that bounty waiteth still ' Vpon their trencher feeds them with free-will Where seeke we vertue learne true Art or glory Where finde we ioy that lasteth still is spending But in sweet women of mans life the Storie Alpha they are Omega is their ending Their vertues shine with such a sun of brightnes Yet he 's vnwise that looks in them for Lightnes Oh let my Pen relate mine owne decay There are which are not or which should not be Some shap't like saints whose steps are not the way Oh let my Verse not name their infamie These hurt not all but euen the wandring eye VVhich fondly gapes for his owne miserie These do not harme the Honest or the Iust The faithfull Louer or the vertuous Dame But those whose soules be onely giuen to Lust Care more for pleasure then for worthy Fame But peace my Muse for now me thinkes I heare An Angels voyce come warbling in my eare Not distant farre within a Garden faire The sweet ●rtesia sang vnto her Lute Her voyce charmde Cupid and perfumde the Aire Made beasts stand still and birds for to be mute Her voice beauty prou'd so sad a ditty VVho saw was blind who heard soone sued for pitty This Ladie was no Virgin like the rest Yet neare allied By Florence Cittie dwelling Nature and Art within her both were blest ‡ Musicke in her and Loue had his excelling To visite her faire Cozens of she came ' Perhaps more iocound but no whit to blame Fortune had crost her with a churlish Mate Who Strymon hight A Palmer was his Syre Full Nobly borne And of a wealthy state His sonne a childe not borne to his desire ' Thus was she crost which caused her thereby ' Daiphantus griefe to mourne by Simpathie Daiphantus hearing such a Swan-tun'd voyce VVas rauisht as with Angells Melodie Though in this Laborinth blest could not reioyce Nor yet could see what brought this Harmony At length this Goddesse ceast began draw neare ' Who whē he saw he saw not t' was her spheare Away then crept he on his knees and hands To hide himself thoght Venus came to plauge him Which she espying like the Sunne she stands As with her beames she thoght for to aswage him But like the Sun which gaz'd on blinds the eie So He by her and so resou'ld to die At this in wonder softly did she pace it Yet suddenly was stayd His Verses ceaz'd her Which he late writ forgot thus was he grac't She read them ouer and the writing pleas'd her ' For Cupid fram'd two Mottoes in her hart ' The one as Dian's the other for his Dart. She read pittied reading pittie taught She Lou'd and hated Hate to loue did turne She smilde wep● her weeping smiling brought She hop't fear'd her hopes in feare did mourne She read lou'd smil'd hop't but t was in vaine ' Her teares still dread pitty hate did gaine ' She could haue lou'd him such true verses making ' She might haue lou'd him and yet loue beguiling ' She would haue kist him but fear'd his awaking ' She might haue kist him and sleep sweetly smiling ' She thus afear'd did feare what she most wished ' He thus in hope still hop'd for that he missed He lookte They two long each on other gazed Sweet silence pleaded what each other thought Thus Loue and Fancie both alike amazed As if their tongues and hearts had bin distraught Artesias voyce thus courted him at length The more she spake the greater was his strength Good gentle Sir your Fortunes I bemone And wish my state so happy as to ease you But she that grieude you She it is alone Whose breath can cure and whose kind words appease you VVere I that She heauē should my star extinguish If you but lou'd me ere I would relinquish Yet noble Sir I can no loue protest For I am wedded oh word full fraught with woe But in such manner as good loue is blest In honest kindnesse I le not proue your foe Mine owne experience doth my counsell proue I know to pittie yet not care to loue A Sister yet nature hath giuen me A virgin true right faire and sweetly kind I● for her good Fortune hath driuen me To be a comfort your heart shall be her minde My woes yet tells me she is best a maide And heere shee stopt her teares her words thus staide Daiphantus then in number without measure Began her praises which no Pen can end Oh Saint oh Sun of heauen and earth the treasure Who liues if not thy honour to defend Ah me what mortall can be in loue so strange That wedding vertue will a whoring range She like the morning is still fresh and faire The Elements of her they all do borrow The Earth the Fire the VVaters and the Ayre There strength heate moisture liuelines no sorrow Can vertue change beauty hath but one place The hearts still perfect though impald the face Oh eyes no eyes but Stars still cleerly shining Oh face no face but shape of Angells fashion Oh lips no lips but blisse by kisse refining Oh heart no heart but of true loue right Passion Oh eyes face lips and heart if not too cruell To see feele tast and loue earths rarest Iewell This said he paus'd new praises now deuising Kneels to Apollo for his skill and Art When came the Ladies At which he arising Twixt lip and lip he had nor lips nor heart ' His eyes their eyes so sweetly did incumber Although awak't yet in a