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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08427	Rich: Nugents Cynthia Containing direfull sonnets, madrigalls, and passionate intercourses, describing his repudiate affections expressed in loues owne language.; Cynthia	Nugent, Richard, fl. 1604.	1604 (1604)	STC 18745; ESTC S110185	12,392	32

for such a taske This wonder of our Isle had seene and heeded Then should his glorious muse her worth vnmaske And he himselfe himselfe should haue exceeded Then England Fraunce Spaine Greece and Italye And all that th' Ocean from our shoares diuideth Would ouer-runne their bounds and hether flye To finde the treasure that our Ireland hideth But best is that we neuer doe disclose it Since knowne but of our selues we shall not lose it Sonet X. TO thee the Lodestone of my heauie thought To thee the Starre that guides my beaten barke To thee the fairest one that nature wrought To thee that art the worlds admired marke I send these mournfull hymnes my zeale hath brought From out my lightlesse griefes Ci●●erian darke And from dispaires deepe gulfe that long hath sought To drowne thy glorious praise in my liues Arke Appease ô louely Mayd this raging storme With thy sweet smiles to me more comfortable Than his Ermoes to the Sea-mane ●ies What though mine artlesse lines want phrase and forme Thy fauours may their lowlinesse enable To lift thy sacred name aboue the skies Sonet XI CVpid that vnder thy sweet Yoke hast brought Th' inhabitants of this huge globe around And that the depth of my desires do'st sound And seest the secrets of mine inward thought Thou seest I feele how deerely I haue bought My wayting on thy standerd so renownd And yet thou leau'st me groueling on the grownd By long delayes now tir'd and ouer wrought I see but too farre off that lamping light To which thou doest me driue and spurre amaine But lo I want thy wings to make my flight Enough and more doe my desires obtaine If I may wast in my desires by leyser And that my sighes and teares do not displease her Sonet XII I saw in earth a forme Angelicall And heau'nly graces in a worldly wight Which did my soule so rauish and delight That since her name I celebrate and call I sawe from her faire eies the teares downe fall Those eyes which oft haue dim'd the Sunnes cleare light And heard her sighing vtter words of might To stay the flouds and moue the mountains tall Doole pittie anger worthinesse and loue So sweete a mourning melodie consorted That thither woods and hils and rockes remoue And dead mens bones out of their graue resorted The spheares and starres did stray from their due course such of this heau'nly musicke was the force Sonet XIII MIne eies how can you without dazeling view The fairest hew that euer ●ie had seene That souereigne Queen whom your sad looks haue sewd No Sunne hath vewd nor neuer shall her peere O you more cleare then are the sunnes cleare beames Receiue these streames the tribute of mine eies And you my cries the orators of sadnesse Turning my gladnesse into ruthfull moanes Ioyne with my groanes blacke registers of sorrow And sad words borrow of my dolefull tongue To tell the wrong that you bereeues your food Then what sowre moode can moue her to withstand you So fairly land you in that happie port Where doth resort the prize for which ye venter And lowly enter to complaine my griefe To my soules theefe my liues Iudge now ordained Let mine vnfeigned faith preuaile deare iewell O be not cruell since thou art so faire Sonet XIIII O Be not cruell since thou art so faire Let not disdaine my high deserts disgrace Nor one foule fault thy beauties prize impaire Sweete thoughts do best beseeme so sweete a face Behold the triple region of the aire Woods valleys mountaines rocks and euerie place Are filled with Ecchoes of my plaints and prayer Which at thy de affened eares still sue for grace All of them shew each in his diuerse kind That of my wofull case they haue compassion The ro●ks my words repeating seeme enclin'd To beare some burden of my hidden passion Ah Cy●thia heare at length my grieuous mones And be not harder than these sencelesse stones Sonet XV. WHen careful thoughts that long disturb'd my mind Had giu'n my wearie sences leaue 〈◊〉 ●est Old Morph●●s arose as beetle blinde And did with his blacke Mace mine eyes arrest Me thought I saw a louely milke-white Hind Whom straight pursued a stately Hart whose crest Did well declare be was of noble kind And fawning shew'd he lou'd the gentle beast Then forthwith did a mongrell whelpe appeare His Sire a Stag but on a Roe begotten And soone this noble Hart beheld his deare Accept th'vnkindly beast himselfe forgotten Who thence-forth euer raung'd the fields alone And to the woods and winds still made his mone Sonet XVI VNto the woods and winds he made his mone And sure his dolefull case I greatly rued But that my mind was call'd from thence anone To heed as strange a sight that straight ensued Me thought two gentle Hawkes but ioind in one By kind and kindly choice aloft I viewd When lo I saw the female soard and gone After a kestrell Kite obscurely mewd Which sight so sore my fantasie did vexe That suddenly I start out of my slumber Not Cy●thia but the frailtie of her sexe Doth me with sad suspect and feares encumber But cre my deere my Hawke make such a flight O let these eyes first want their wonted light Sonet XVII O Let these eies first want their woonted light And vgly death my captiue corps immure And day be cancel'd by eternall night And no Sun-shine nor Moone ne stars endure Ere the worlds wonder and my soules delight Which doth the starres downe from their s●ates allure To yeeld their homage to her beautie bright should her faire worthes with so foule staines obscure Ere I who blav'd her name in forraine soiles Making old Albion shores her praise resound Should see a stranger triumph in my spoiles Or any else with my fresh garland crown'd No no those Planets that her birth allotted Will neuer see their glories glasse so spotted Sonet XVIII O Dismald dreames ofspring of sleepe and night Hels messenger fore-telling our misfortune Robbers of rest and enemies of light That still with hastie sights our sence importune Could not my Genius ill affected spright Contriue the ruine of my weake estate But you O cursed dreames for more despight Must before time mine ill prognosticate And thou that hast my loue so meanly prized The hire thereof vnto a straunger giuing Was it for this I thee haue canonized A heauenly Saint though here on earth yet liuing Ay me what crosse i●urious starre assign'd So faire a face to such a faithlesse mind Sonet XIX LIke as the siluer swanne in her extreames Be-mones her selfe with doolefull harmonie And takes her lastleaue of her haunted streames Assuring them that now her death drawes ni● So thou my Muse breath out in 〈…〉 The sad discourses of my 〈…〉 And let thy lines yelad in mourning co●●s My neere approching end prognosticare And thou poore heart sometime the bl●ssefull bowre Where ●ouely Cynthia deigned to repose ●er Thy ioyfull tunes change into wailing sowre