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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

natures chiefest skill worlds choisest Iemme Wits richest Cabinet vertues best aray Centre where lines of all hearts loues doe meete Sweete ground whereon the Muses loue to play Ripe in wit though greene in yeres of forme most sweet Scotlands faire fruit Englands great hope Frances loue Irelands awe Cambraies ioy great Brittains fame Abridgement of all worth the mighty Ioue Long lengthen your good daies and still your name And when you shall haue honoured long this land Grant you a glorious Saint in heauen to stand LII SONET To the excellent Ladie Elizabeth her Grace FAire vertues Iemme set in most royall gold The worthiest owner of the fairest mansion Rich prize for which nature and fortune hold With Muses and graces Great contention All which by agreement this partition make None of themselues worthy of all discerning Nature your beauty Graces your vertues take Fortune shares your honour Muses your learning Map of perfection who deserue to be And are the worthiest marke the world can yeeld For all great Christian Princes loues they see Such vertues wheat growing in beauties field Long may you liue a holy and happy life A royall maide first then a royall wife The end of the Sonets Of Canzonets I. CANZONET THE LIE GOe soule the bodies guest vpon a thanklesse arrant Feare not to touch the best the truth shall be thy warrant Goe since I needs must dye and giue the world the lye Say to the Court it glowes and shines like rotten wood Say to the Church it shewes what 's good and doth no good If Church and Court reply Then giue them both the lye Tell Potentates they liue acting by others action Not loued vnlesse they giue not strong but by affection If Potentates reply giue Potentates the lye Tell men of high condition that mannage the estate Their purpose is ambition their practise onely hate And if they once reply then giue them all the lye Tell them that braue it most they beg for more by spending Who in their greatest cost like nothing but commending And if they make reply then giue them all the lie Tell zeale it wants deuotion tell loue it is but lust Tell time it meets but motion tell flesh it is but dust And wish them not reply for thou must giue the lie Tell age it daily wasteth tell honour how it alters Tell beauty how she blasteth tell fauour how it falters And as they shall reply giue euery one the lye Tell wit how much it wrangles in tickle points of nicenesse Tell wisedome she entangles her selfe in ouer wisenesse And when they do reply straight giue them both the lie Tell Phisicke of her boldnesse tell skill it is preuention Tell Charity of coldnesse tell law it is contention And as they doe reply so giue them still the lye Tell fortune of her blindnesse tell nature of decay Tell friendship of vnkindnesse tell Iustice of delay And if they will reply then giue them all the lie Tell Arts they haue no soundnesse but vary by esteeming Tell schooles they want profoundnesse and stand so much on seeming If Arts and Schooles reply giue arts and schooles the lye Tell Faith it s fled the Citie Tell how the countrey erreth Tell manhood shakes of pittie tell vertue least preferred And if they doe reply spare not to giue the lye So when thou hast as I commanded thee done blabbing Because to giue the lye deserues no lesse then stabbing Stab at thee he that will no stab thy soule can kill Cuddies Embleme Questo per amar l'aquista II. CANZONET The Christian Stoicke THe vertuous man is free though bound in chaines though poore contēt though banisht yet no strāger Though sicke in health of mind secure in danger And o're himselfe the world and fortune raignes Nor good haps proud nor bad deiected make him To Gods not to mans will he frames each action He seekes no fame but inward satisfaction And firmer stands the more bad fortunes shakes him III. CANZONET Vpon seeing his face in her eye FAirest and kindest of all women-kind Since you did me the vndeserued grace In your faire Eye to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kind Looke in mine eye and I will shew to you The fairest face that heauens eye doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme eye Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface But could O could you once my heart espy Your forme at large you there engrau'd should see Which not by Time nor Death can razed be IIII. CANZONET A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart. Shun not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Fly not deere Hart to finde me all of snow Hart. Thy snow inflame these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desires sweet flames to know Ha. Thy snown'il hurt me Br. Nor thy fire wil harme me Ha. This cold wil coole me Br. And this heat wil warme me Hart. Take this chast fire to that pure virgin snow Breast Being now thus warm'd I le ne're seeke other fires Hatt Tou giu'st more blisse thē mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take then Angels can desire Both together Let one ioy fill vs as one griefe did harme vs Let one death kill vs as one loue doth warme vs. V. CANZONET Or Quatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you proudly quite me with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you VI. CANZONET An inscription for the Statue of Dido O most vnhappy Dido Vnhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widdow Vnhappy in thy Mate And in thy Louer more vnfortunate By treason th' one was rest thee By treason to'other left thee That left thee means to flye with This left thee meanes to dye with The former being dead From Brothers sword thou flyest The latter being fled On Louers sword thou diest Piu meritare che conseguire F. D. VII CANZONET Loues Hyperboles IF Loue had lost his shafts and Ioue downe threw His thunder bolts or spent his forked fire They only might recouer'd be anew From out my heart crosse-wounded with desire Or if debate by Mars were lost a space It might be found within the selfesame place If Neptunes waues were all dryed vp and gone My weeping eyes so many teares distill That greater seas might grow by them alone Or if no flame were yet remaining still In Vulcans forge he might from out my brest Make choyse of such as should befit him best If Aeole were depriued of his charge Yet soone could I restore his winds againe By sobbing sighs which forth I blow at large To moue her mind that pleasures in my paine What man but I could thus incline his will To liue in loue that hath no end of ill VIII CANZONET An inuectiue against Loue. LOue is a sowre delight a sugred

of good nor feare of worse can affright vs And can I then complaine when no complaint can auaile me How can I seeme to be discontent or what can I weepe for He liues eternall with endlesse glory bedecked Yea still on earth he liues and still shall liue by the Muses Another Epigram vpon the same What strange aduenture what now vnlook't for arriuall Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Boeotia mountaines To chuse our countrey to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarce can I that suppose scarce thinke I those to be Muses No sound of melodie no voyce but dreary lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene fits hid for shame in a corner Here ye the carefull sighes fetcht frō the depth of her entrails There weepes Calliope there sometimes lustie Thal●ia Aye me alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Here lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carkasse but fame shall liue to the worlds end Other Epigrams vpon the same Whom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loitred bloody Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three sisters do more then nine in a combate Was force of no force Was faire entreaty refused Where is the musicke that sometimes moued Alecto That gain'd Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the two you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret And giue fit plaisters for woundes that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that cannot Sidney recouer And couldest thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For King Admetus gainst course of natural order As for Mars wel I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild al kindnesse no ruth of them can be lookt for And daintie Pallas disdaind forsooth to be present Enuy perhaps nay griefe as I gesse was cause of her absence Onely we poore wretches whom Gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrrwful outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmarke Persia Turkie India where Phoebus mounts vp from sea to the Skie-ward India where Phoebus fals downe from skie to the sea-warn'de Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All Coasts where rising or falling Phoebus apeareth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling Princely Lyons roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares and grunting wilde Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand astonisht forgetting naturall of spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter apointed As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe strings tuned in order Drew from their places wild beasts and trees by the musicke Swift flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a wonder As if chilcoldnesse frorne had them downe to the bottome But for I wote to wel my slender skill to be nothing Here wil I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger Lost hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori The end of the Epigrams To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Fryar Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of S. Clou neere Paris adioyning to the house where he was slaine Adsta viator dole Regum vicem Cor Regis isto conditum est sub marmore Qui iura Gallis iura Sarmatis dedit Tectus Cucullo hunc sustulit Sicarius Abi Viator dole Regum vicem This Paraphrastically Englished VVHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and waile the hap of Kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That rul'd the fickle French and Polackes bold Whom with a mighty warlike host attended With traiterous knife a couled monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last King of France THat we should more bewaile the hap of Kings Great Henry Bourbons death occasion brings To Henry Valois next crown'd King of France Next both in blood in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth warres did his manhood spend His old age peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did win His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies here Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yere Our coynes refinde in Ireland tamde Belgia protected Friended France foiled Spaine and Pope reiected Princes found her powerfull the world vertuous Her Subiects wise and iust and God religious God hath her soule the world her admiration Subiects her good deeds Princes her imitation Cha. Best THE SIXTH BOOKE OF Epistles Or letters in verse MY deerest sweete if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O be not you more cruell then the Seas Let Pittie now your angry mind appease So that your hand may be their blessed Port From whence they may vnto your eies resort And at that throne pleading my wretched case May moue your cruell heart to yeeld me grace So may no clouds of elder yeares obscure Your Sun-like eies but still as bright endure As then they shone when with one piercing Ray They made my selfe their slaue my heart they pray So may no sicknesse nip those flowers sweete Which euer flowring on your cheekes do meete Nor all defacing time haue power to race The goodly building of that heauenly face Another Fountaine of blisse yet well-spring of my woe O would I might not iustly terme you so Alas your cruell dealing and my fate Haue now reduc'de me to that wretched state That I know not how I my stile may frame To thankes or grudging or to praise or blame And whereto write I all my powers do bend There wot I not how to begin or end And now my drisling teares trill downe apace As if the latter would the former chase Whereof some few on my pale cheekes remaine Like wither'd flowers bedew'd with drops of raine The other falling in my Paper sinke Or dropping in my Pen encrease my inke Which suddaine Passions cause if you would finde A trembling feare doth now possesse my mind That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reade Lest they some pittie in your heart may breede But or with angry frownes refuse to take them Or taking them the fires fewell make them Or with those hands made to a milder end These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend O cruell

my Sunne eclipsed sendeth Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired Witnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies And breast with sighes like stormy winds neare riued O shine then once againe sweete Sunne on me And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire Whereof these raging Meteors framed be In my poore heart by absence of my faire So shalt thou prooue thy beames thy heate thy light To match the Sunne in glory grace and might XLII SONET Vpon sending her a gold ring with this Poesie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the loue which I you beare Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious when you shall it weare So my loues nature you shall vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My loue which ne're disloyall thought did staine Hath it no end so endlesse is my loue Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t is tride So doth my loue yet herein they dissent That whereas gold the more t' is purifide By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying XLIII SONET The hearts captiuitie MY cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue Draw backe said she your hopelesse loue from me Your worth requires a farre more worthy place Vnto your suite though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may be so my deere but as the Sunne When it appeares doth make the starres to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do runne All others quite out of my heart you banish The beames of your perfections shine so bright That straight-way they dispell all others light I. D. XLIIII SONET For her heart onely ONely sweete Loue afford me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory couers That they to me no beame of light impart Although they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeke of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweete content I am content that sweete content to lose If they sweet Will will not barre me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue Nor let it be the pledge of kindnesse more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet loue I aske not such bold fauours as before I beg but this afford me but thy heart For then I know thou wilt the rest impart XLV SONET BEst pleas'd she is when loue is most exprest And sometime saies that loue should be requited Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righted When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose heart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sunne yet still benighted By her despaire is blam'de and hope supprest She still denies yet still her heart consenteth She grants me all but that which I desire She fuell sends but bids me leaue the fire She lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish loue by reason of thy blindnesse I dye for want of loue yet kild with kindnesse XLVI SONET VVHen a weake child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernesse cannot sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his paine Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a dyet O I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weaknesse dead if I but take The pleasantest receit that art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake But ah faire God of Phisicke it may be But Phisick to my nurse would me recouer She whom I loue with beauty nurseth me But with a bitter mixture kils her louer Yet I assure my selfe I should not die If she were purged of her crueltie XLVII SONET WEre I as base as is the lowly plaine And you my loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend to heauen in honour of my loue Were I as high as heau'n aboue the plaine And you my loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottomes of the Mayne Whereso'ere you were with you my loue should go Were you the earth deere loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand eyes Till heau'n wax't blind and till the world were dun Where so'ere I am below or else aboue you Where so'ere you are my heart shall truly loue you XLVIII SONET THe Poet● faine that when the world began Both sexes in one body did remaine Till loue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this diuision he the heart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the heart That if there were a reuniting euer Each part might know which was his counterpart See then deere loue th' indenture of my heart And reade the cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your heart be not the counterpart Of my true hearts indented chast desire And if it be so may it euer be Two hearts in one twixt you my loue and me I. S. XLIX SONET Loues seuen deadly sinnes MIne eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First proud sith it presum'd to looke so hie A watchman being made stood gazing by 2. And Idle tooke no heed till I was caught 3. And Enuious beares enuy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nie 4. To kill my heart mine eye let in her eye And so content gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue From her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. Vnchast a bawd betweene my heart and loue 7. A glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damn'd in loues sweete fire L. SONET To two most Honor 〈◊〉 and vertuous Ladies and Sisters the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland the Ladie Anne Countesse of Warwicke YE Sister-Muses do not you repine That I two Sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truly rare Then the whole troope of all the heau'nly nine But if ye aske me which is more diuine I answere like to their twin eies they are Of which each is more bright then brightest starre Yet neither doth more bright then other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious tongues take pleasure to speake well How should I you command sith either one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The on ly praise I can you giue is this That one of you like to the other is H. C. LI. SONET To my Lord the Prince DEareling of these of future times the glory Branch royall sprung from many a regall stemme On whose faire structure written is the story Of