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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B11895	Emaricdulfe Sonnets written by E.C. Esquier.	E. C., Esquire.	1595 (1595)	STC 4268; ESTC S104846	9,199	48

all the game SONNET X. BVt stay conceit where he best likt to loue Yea better he if better best might bee The Rider thought the best of better proue Till fortune sign'd his fortune for to see Now wearie he betooke himselfe to rest Deuised where he might good harbour finde Emaricdulf quoth he I am her guest And thither went she greeted him most kinde Welcome sayd she three welcomes more she gaue His hand she tooke and talking with him then What wine or beere to drinke wilt please you haue Sixe welcomes more and so she made them ten He dranke his fill and fed to his desire Refresht himselfe and then did home retire SONNET XI FOrthwith I saw and with the sight was blest A beautious issue of a beautious mother A young Emaricdulf whose sight increast Millions of ioyes each one exceeding other Faire springing branch sprong of a hopefull stocke On thee more beauties nature had bestowde Then in her heauenly storehouse she doth locke Or may be seene disperst on earth abrode Thrise had the Sunne the world encompassed Before this blossome with deaths winter nipt O cruell death that thus hast withered So faire a branch before it halfe was ripte Halfe glad with ioyes and halfe appal'd with feares I wak't and found my cheekes bedew'd with teares SONNET XII MY cheeks bedew'd my eies euē drown'd with teares O fearfull storme that causde so great a showre Griefe ty'd my tongue sorrow did stop my eares Because earth lost her sweetest paramoure O cruell heauens and regardlesse fates If the worlds beautie had compassion'd you You might by powre haue shut deaths ebongates And been remorsefull at her heauenly view O foolish nature why didst thou create A thing so faire if fairenes be neglected But fairest things be subiect vnto fate And in the end are by the fates reiected Yong Emaric yet thou crost the destinie For thou suruiu'st in faine that nere shall die SONNET XIII THat I did loue and once was lou'd of thee Witnesse the fauours that I haue receiued That golden ring pledge of thy constancie That bracelet that my libertie bereaued Those gloues that once adorn'd thy lillie hands That handkercher whose maze inthral'd me so Those thousand gifts that like a thousand bands bound both my heart and soule to weale and woe All which I weare and wearing them sigh forth You instancies of her true loyaltie I doe not keepe you for your soueraigne worth But for her sake that sent you vnto me T is she not you that doth compell my eyes My life 's sole light my hearts sole paradice SONNET XIIII ONe day ô ten times happie was that day Emaricdulf was in her garden walking Where Floras imps ioy'd with her feete to play And I to see them thitherward ran stalking Behind the hedge not daring to be seene I saw the sweet sent Roses blush for shame The Violets stain'd and pale the Lillies beene Whereat to smile my Ladie had good game Sometimes she pleasde to sport vpon the grasse That chang'd his hew to see her heauenly presence But when she was imasked then alas They as my selfe wail'd for her beauties absence They mourn'd for that their mistris went away And I for end of such a blessed day SONNET XV. WHat meane our Merchants so with eger minds To plough the seas to finde rich iuels forth Sith in Emaricdulf a thousand kinds Are heap'd exceeding wealthie Indias worth Then India doth her haire affoord more gold And thousands siluer mines her forhead showes More Diamonds then th' Egyptian surges folde Within her eyes rich treasurie nature stowes Her hony breath but more then hony sweete Exceeds the odours of Arabia Those pretious rankes continually that meete Are pearles more worth then all America Her other parts proud Cupids countermate Exceed the world for worth the heauens for state SONNET XVI LOoke when dame Tellus clad in Floras pride Her summer vaile with faire imbroderie And fragrant hearbs sweet blossom'd hauing dide And spred abrode her spangled tapistrie Then shalt thou see a thousand of her flowers For their faire hew and life delighting sauours Gathered to deck and beautifie the bowers Of Ladies faire grac'd with their louers fauours But when rough winter nips them with his rage They are disdain'd and not at all respected Then loue Emaricdulf in thy yong age Lest being old like flowers thou be reiected Nature made nothing that doth euer flourish And euen as beautie fades so loue doth perish SONNET XVII I Am inchanted with thy snow-white hands That mase me with their quaint dexteritie And with their touch tye in a thousand bands My yeelding heart euer to honour thee Thought of thy daintie fingers long and small For pretie action that exceed compare Sufficient is to blesse me and withall To free my chained thoughts from sorrowes snare But that which crownes my soule with heauenly blis And giues my heart fruition of all ioyes Their daintie concord and sweet musick is That poysons griefe and cureth all annoyes Those eyes that see those eares are blest that heare These heauenly gifts of nature in my deare SONNET XVIII EMaricdulf if thou this riddle reade This darke AEnigma that I will demand thee Then for thy wisedomes well deseruing meede In loues pure dutie thou shalt ay command mee A Turtle that had chose his louing mate Sate seemly percht vpon a red-rose breere Yet saw a bird ayres paragon for state That farre surpast his late espoused deere He chang'd himselfe into that lustfull bird That Iuno loues and to his loue resorted And thought with amorous speeches to haue firde Her constant heart but her in vaine he courted When bootles he had woo'd her to his paine He tooke his leaue and turn'd his shape againe SONNET XIX THe Heauens and Nature whē my Loue was borne Stroue which of both shuld most adorne grace her The sacred heauens in wealthie natures scorne With wisedomes pure infusion did imbrace her Nature lent wings to wisedome for her flight And deckt my Ladie with such heauenly features As nere before appear'd in humane sight Ne euer fithence in terrestriall creatures Quoth Wisedome I will guide her constant hart At all assaies with policie to relieue her Quoth Nature I will cast those gifts apart With outward graces that I meane to giue her Yet were they reconcil'd and swore withall To make her more then halfe celestiall SONNET XX. THat thou art faire exceeding all compare Witnes thy eyes that gaze vpon thy beautie Witnes the hearts thou daily dost insnare And draw to honour thee with louers dutie That thou art wise witnes the worlds report Witnes the thoughts that do so much admire thee Witnes the heauen-borne Muses that resort And for their mistris meekly do desire thee That thou art both exceeding faire and wise Witnes the anguish of my sillie hart Thy heauenly shape hath caught me by my eyes Thy secret wisedome that giues art to art So circumuents me and procures my paine That I must