to that part so parted be thou kinde And to the same impart thy louing cheere That I returning may againe vnite This parted Hart and finde for griefe delight London III. Like to the blacksome night I may compare My Mistres gowne when darknes playes his prise But her sweet face like to the Sunne most faire VVhen he in glory ginneth to arise Yet this no whit the other doth disgrace But rather dubleth Bewtie in the place Contraries like to these set opposite So daintie and so pleasing in their show To lookers on doo breed no small delight And pleasure great thereby to them doth grow Oh wonder strange oh sollace sweete to see In one selfe subiect Night and Day to bee IIII. In the AEgean dangerous sea of Loue In midst of faithlesse waues and wicked winde VVhere to my cost most bitter brunts I proue A new Arion there my selfe I finde And though as he I play on Harpe and sing Yet cannot cunning mine so high aspire As for to make the skipping fish mee bring Vnto that wished shore I so desire Onely my Laura peerlesse for to see May in this troubled floud my Dolphin bee V. Great was the strife betweene the Sunne on 〈◊〉 And my faire Sunne when first she gan to peere VVho should exceed in brightest Maiestie And show in fight of spacious world most cleere The Sunne did shine but she did lighten bright And so his burning beames extinguisht quite Nay more my Sunne on sudden to the Sunne Lent light and yet no light at all did want Where els the other had been quite vndone For lacke of brightnes which with him was scant The beautie then the Sunne doth vse to show My Sunne doth giue and from her it doth grow VI. Turnd to a stone was he that did bewray Vnwitting to the craftie I heife himselfe The theft not thinking he had stoln the pray In hope to gaine a little paltrie pelfe So I who vnawares to cruell Thee The robber of my hart confest the theft A senselesse Stone like Battus am to see Onely in this vnlike that shape berest That where to worthlesse Stone he turned was I for a Touchstone true of Loue doo passe VII Downe from the necke vnto that daintie Brest Which Nature made a myrrour of delight And where a world of beauties sweet doo rest Doth hang a costly Chaine of Pearle most bright And of proportion are so iust and round That such in India rich cannot be found Besides their orient brightness is alike So that mine eyes are dazled with the same And not much vsde to see so faire a sight A sight which doth the Sunne in glorie staine Can well discerne though them they both doo see If Brest bee Pearle or Pearle in Bosome bee VIII To giue that life which had not breath before Prometheus from aboue stole heauenly fire For which his boldnes he was plagued sore A iust reward for such an high aspire So whilst I steale from thee my Heauen aboue The heate which doth reuiue my dying sprite For rashnes mine eternall griefe I proue Yet though our fault's all one the plague's not like He feeles of Vulture one alone the smart But I haue thousands which still gnaw my hart IX Loue being blinde hath wrought me damage sore Thou blinde in this my louing euill wast Nor would I see the snare being blinde farre more Wherein my selfe I did entangle fast Yet hath this blindnes harme done vnto none But vnto Beauties Buzzard me alone When blinded Boy did catch my harmlesse Hart Thou didst not see the net so intricate Which bound mee being blinde blinde as thou art To be a thrall in this most wretched state So that alone to worke my misery Loue blinde is blinde wert Thou and blinder I. X. If Laura thou doost burne gainst me in hate Then me such busses sweete why doost thou giue VVhy checkst thou not the Cheeks which giue the mate The vitall cause whereby I breathe and liue Perhaps it is because through too much ioy As in sweete swound I might away depart If so thou doo and thinke me so to noy Kisse hardly and with kissing breed my smart Content am I to loose this life of mine VVhilst I doo kisse that louely lip of thine XI Vpon triumphant Chariot passing rare In which my Sunne doth sit like Maiestie And makes the day shew vnto vs more faire Whose cheerfulnes delights each mortall eyeâ— I rash like to another Phaeton With hare-braine hast too hastie lept thereon But for my boldnes deerly did I pay And had like plague as he for being ore-braue Yet though in equall fortune both did stay For life he lost and death she to me gaue The punisher of both was not the same For he by Iâ—â—â— and I by Loue was slaine XII The Beautie that in Paradice doth grow Liuely appeares in my sweet Goddesse face From whence as from a christall Riuer flow Fauour deuine and comelines of grace But in her daintie yet too cruell Brest More crueltie and hardnes doth abound Than doth in painfull Purgatorie rest So that at once she's faire and cruell found When in her face and breast ah griefe to tell Bright Heauen she showes and craftie â—ides dark hell XIII Whilst angrie Iuno from the scowling Skies Thicke swinging showers did downward send amaine My Ladie mounting vp in stately wise From heauen more fast did fierie lightning raine So that the people passing had lesse harme By waterâ—wet than by the fire ore-warme The water onelyâ—wet their outward skin A matter small in which was danger none But this her fire did burne their harts within And forst them as they went to sigh and grone So that theiâ— greife was greater sauns all doubt To haue within fier than water without XIIII The swift Menander turning windes so fast And with his streame in circle wise so â—uns That wanton-like from whence he springs at last Backe to his fountaine head againe he comes In me a riuer huge of teares from hart To watrie eyes ascend from whence they flow And running downe doo from mine eyes depart Descending to my hart againe below So that through vertue of most mightie Loue In hart a new Menander I doo proue XV. Thou stranger who with wandring steps dost wend Thy gazing eyes turne quickly vnto mee And to my speech with listning eare attend In whom foure Elements vnited bee Marke well and as a wonder tell the same Of Cupids force poore Louerâ— Iâ—mburlane First this my body's earth and earth most cold The fire within my hart in couert lyes The aire's my sighes mine eyes doo waters hold Thus for my Saint be doth me marteriâ—e Earth is my bodie strange seemes not this same The aire my sighes eyes water hart the flame XVI If louely Lasse for Fairing thine of mee Gold in this Faire thou meanest for to haue Then giue me of thy Haires which golden bee Giue vnto mee since thou of mee doost craue Nor by this bargaine shalt thou losse sustaine
plaine appeare Like faith like hardnesse and like brightnes cleare II. Maruel I do not though thou doest not see My griefes and martires which I still sustaine For thou the Mole of loue doest seeme to me But if a Mole th'art onely to my paine How comes it then that seeing thou art blinde Thou me consumst as if thou hadst thy sight Why as thy nature by instinct doth bind Stayest not below packe hence and leaue this light Either those eies stil shut not me to grieue Or vnder ground in darkenes alwayes liue III. If whilome in times past that Spartane Lasse The Flower of Greece Dan Paris costly ioy Through her faire feature the onely causer was So manie Knights were slaine at Siedge of Troy Thou Laura art vnlike vnto her farre In this our Age a much more blessed Starre For she brought warres strife death and crueltie Where thou alone bringst peace and pleasure still Ah happie thrice that liggs in loue with thee And if by chance vnwares thou sometime kill Thou with thy smile the wound canst heale againe And giue him life whom thou before hadst slaine Pisae IIII. Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes Vnkinde why seekst to stop my fainting breath Goe and inuent some new kinde exercise Play the right Tyrant choyces vse in death New weapons seeke wherewith mee to offend Whereby I dying content may rest thy will But tell me wouldst so faine my life should end And knowst not sweet extreames doo sudden kill Cruell kisse me but once and thou shalt see Ended my life with that same Kisse to bee V. If what is heauie craues the Center base The earth below as nature willes the same Heauie the wofull griefes are in this case Which inward in my heart I do sustaine And if what's light by kinde aloft doth mount Then light's my Loue with thee of light account So that in doubtfull dangerous extreame Wretch that I am my selfe am sore afraide And doubt of thee so farre from golden meane Nor know I wel out of this depth to wade Lest that my life be shortned or I die VVhether it heauy falles or light ascends on hie VI. Ladie what time I seeke in mournefull note To shew mine agonies and bloudie mone My voyce doth faile and hoarse and harsh my throte And this doth come through you through you alone For whilst I thinke by meanes of you in song To mittigate some part of this my smart Insteede thereof you do me double wrong And with a glaunce you take away my hart So that I finde great hurt by this your theft Since where before but voyce now hart's bereft VII As rockes become exposde gainst waues and winde More hard such is thy nature stubborne Dame Opposde gainst waters of my plaints most kind And windes of mine hote sighes which inward flame That hardnes such to encrease bout heart is found As 〈◊〉 soft might seeme the Diamond Hence forward then let no man thinke to mooue By weeping or lamenting to his will This selfe willd saint which too too well I prooue A senselesse stone to be vnto â—e still Since to my griefe from all good lucke debard With plaints and sighes she doth become more hard VIII Harke louers harke a strangie myracle Of one depriude of heart yet death doth scape Mine â— a flower gaue me which sweete did smell And for the same away my life did take So that I only breathe through sent of flower And without heart not without life I liue Then is not this of mightie Loue his power A wonder strange which he for sport doth giue When that a flower sustaineth me alone VVith life who in my bodie heart haue none IX VVhen I did part from thee the other night Me thought a sowle blacke Dog with vgly shape Did follow me and did me sore affright And all the way did greedy on me gape Nor I this curre how he at me did howle Can well as yet forget with chaps most fowle Then thinking of his colour hatefull blacke Me thought some ill my Thought did feare to come And said within me turne againe turne backe If forward thou doest go thou art vndone Then pardon Lady if I backe againe Am come this night with you for to remaine X. My mourning mistresse garments blacke doth beare And I in blacke like her attired am Yet diuers is the cause why blacke we weare She for anothers death doth shew the same I for another reason beare this suâ—e Onely to shew by this my outward weede Mine inward griefe although my tongue be mute Of tender heart which deadly sighes doth bleede Thriâ—e happy I if as in habite we Are both in one our mindes both one might be XI If April fresh doth kindely giue vs flowers September yeeldes with more increase the frute Sweetest you haue in bosome Beauties Bowers Both these sweete tides whence forth they alwayes shute Both flower and fruite alonely you alone Can giue me when you please or else can none Oh dainty bosome bosome rich in prise Surmounting mountaines huge of beaten gold Whose whitenes braues the whitest snow that lies On highest hilles whose height none can behold In you my soule doth hope without annoy Both spring and haruest one day to enioy Roma XII Drawne cunning Painter hast thou with great 〈◊〉 The shadow of my louely Laura faire Which obiect sweet not smally ioyes my hart But little didst thou thinke nor wait thou ware That where thou thoughtst my fancie for to please Effect contrary sortes to my Desire So that it breedes in bodie â—â—ine vnease And senslesse burnes my hart with feeling fire Oh strange successe what made was for Content Doth most displease and liuelesse doth â—orment XIII When first the cruell Faire deignd graciously To looke on mee with kinde and curteous view And cast on mee a louely glauncing eye She knew not that I was her seruant trew But she no sooner ware was of the same But that she turnd her backe with great disdaine So as the wound I then close bare in brest I now through griefe show outward in my face But if that she by whom I wounded rest Liues in compassion cold toward me sanz grace Hard harted is she cruell was she to her frend And wicked shalbe world withouten end XIIII VVhen first the Sunne did shine vpon her eyes VVho fairest mongst her beauteous Sex doth show The Heauens her daintie corps in curteous wise Couerd with chilly cold and whitest snow She through the nature of that Humor cold Both coldest Ice at once and purest VVhite Drawes to her selfe then none for strange should hold Though to mee faire and cruell is her sight Since that the Heauens for fauours did impart A snow-white corps to her and frozen hart XV. The duskie clowde in skie with shadow darke Doth couer oft the Sunnes most cleerest light So as his beames we cannot see nor marke And he himselfe doth play at least in fight Ah were I such a clowd on
My pensill for thy pictâ—re is too weake The Sunne is onely for the Eagles sight My strength's too small this hardned yee to breake Not painted scarce I thee haue shadowed heere This taske's for such as haue in skill no peere R. T. The third Part. I. WHo ioyes in Loue the Hart alone to see Who languisheth in Loue the Hart alone Then ist a thing impossible for mee To ioy or languish since I Hart haue none Withouten Hart then tel me what am I Euen bones and flesh vnited cunningly The Soule where ist Loue that hathtane away My Bodie onely resteth in his place Depriu'd of Soule and Hart how liue I say I liue maintaind by Loue in this strange case O wonder strange the Bodie liue to see The Hart and Soule in other place to bee Napoli II. That Crimson Gowne with drops of blood ywrought Which Laura weares a token is most true How that of blood desirous is her Thought And that tis so I best can tell to you My wronged Hart too well doth finde the same Who thousand times not once hath wronged been By her and now to aggrauate my paine More cruell in desire for to be seene By outward habit couets shee to show What inward in her minde she hides below III. The flaming Torch a shadow of the light Put out by hastie hand doth colour change And blacke becomes which seemd before most bright Nor so to show is anie meruaile strange So was I long a liuely fire of loue The heate whereof my Bodie oft did proue But I at last by one who moand my woe Extinguisht was by Pitifull Disdaine Then if my colour blacke in face doo show You need not much to wonder 〈◊〉 the same Since tis a Signe by part to know the whole That Loue made mee a Fire Disdaine a Cole IIII. Pardned of euerie wicked fact was hee To Hebes Temple that with praiers came And of such grace in signe his Bonds as free He left hung vp on high within the same I Ladie erred haue and humbly come To thee who art the Temple faire of loue Offring to thee my praiers all and some To free me from my faults thy hart let moue In token of which Gift with thee Ile leaue My ielous thoughts wherewith I did thee grieue V. If thou art cold as is the winters snow I as the Summer hot am most extreame Then lets vnite thy hart which cold is so To mine so warme and make of both a Meane So th'one a helpe to th'other still shall bee And linckt in Concord as two Doues shall gree To forme this Frame Loue shall the work-man play Then lets with Iuly Ianuary mix Lets make betweene vs an eternall May An euerlasting truce vs twaine betwix Thy Winter with my Summer let vs ioyne My fire so warme with frost so cold of thine VI. The cruell New vsde on golden hooke The harmlesse fish to catch with sugred baite So curteous Loue fishing me quickly tooke Whilst he with daintie pray for me did waite Yet farre more fortunate am I in this For whereas Neroes hookes most sharpe did kill The other hookes reuiue the taken fish Whilst they doo hold him gently by the gylls But hooks they are none for hooks they are too faire Two golden tresses be they of fine haire VII When She was borne she came with smiling eye Laughing into the world a signe of glee When I was borne to her quite contrarie Wayling I came into the world to see Then marke this wonder strange what Nature gaue From first to th'last this fashion kept we haue She in my sad laments doth take great ioy I through her laughing die and languish must Vnlesse that Loue to saue me from this noy Doo vnto mee vnworthy shew so iust As for to change her laughter into paine And my complaints into her ioy againe VIII In Loue his Kingdome great two Fooles there bee My Ladie's one my selfe the other am The fond behauiour of both which to see Who so but nicely markes will say the same Foolish our thoughts are foolish our desire Foolish our harts in Fancies flame to frie Foolish to burne in Loues hot scortching fire But what Fooles are we none my tung doâ—th lie For who most foolish is and fond in loue More wiser farre than others oft doth proue IX No sooner Laura mine appeares to mee But that a daintie Dye a blushing Red In both our faces sheweth for to bee But who alas doth mine so ouer-spred Ore-feruent loue doth draw this shadow pure Like cunningst Painter long for to endure VVho painteth hers Disdaine with pencill hard VVhich turneth all my sweetnes into sower So that all my designes are quickly mard Except Loue bind loue by his awfull power In Faiths firme bands too hie th'exchange will grow VVhen loue for hate and not for like shall goe X. Phoebus had once a Bird his chiefe delight VVhich onely cause he had an euill tung He made him blacke who was before most white So if all those who louers true haue stung VVith spitefull speach and haue their loues betraid Or to their ladies false bee and vntrue Setting at nought the promise they haue made Loue would but change into this cole-blacke hieu Thousands abroad like sea-cole Crowes should show VVho now vnknowen for snowie Swannes doo goe XI In siluer streame on shallow fountaines shelfe The liuely image saw he in the same Who was in loue with shadow of himselfe Through pride forgetfull how his likenes came Such one my selfe by chance I see to bee When as in Riuer I myselfe did see Yet I my selfe insted of louing hate And such strange hatred is this and so strong That while he louing dyde by iustest â—ate Himselfe by seeing whilst he himselfe did wrong I die will vnto him contrarie cleene Cause I hating my self my self too much haue seene XII Ioy of my soule my blindfold eyes cleere light Cordiall of hart right Methridate of loue Faiâ—e orient Pearle bright shining Margarite Pure Quintessence of heauens delight aboue VVhen shall I taste what fauour graunts me tuch And ease the rage of nune so sharpe desire VVhen shall I free enioy what â— so much Doo couer but I doubt in vaine to aspire Ah doo not still my Soule thus Tantalize But once through grace the same imparadize XIII Painter in liuely colours draw Disdaine Doost aske how that may rightly shadowed bee Ile tell thee if thou fine wilt doo the same My Ladie paint and thou Disdaine shalt see Fond man dost not beleeue or thinkst I iest If doubtfull thou remaine then heare the rest Marke her but well and thou shalt in her face See right Disdaine which comming from her eyes Makes her to looke with most disdainfull grace Then if thou seest it in so plaine a guise Straight shadow her for this one Counterfaite Of her and of Disdaine shall show the shape XIIII VVith gold and rubies glistereth her small hand But if you match them with her lips or