so cruell and vnstedfast growne For Nature cal'd for by distressed hearts Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts But they whose cheekes with carelesse bloud are stain'd Nurse not one sparke of loue within their hearts And when they woo they speake with passion faind For their fat loue lies in their outward parts But in their brests where loue his court should hold Poore Cupid sits and blowes his nailes for cold Tho. Campion Of Corinnaes singing WHen to her Lute Corinna sings Her voice reuiues the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appeare As any challeng'd eccho cleere But when she doth of mourning speake Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake And as her Lute doth liue or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings do breake Tho. Campion A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more than mine in which I languish Nor more your heart is moued To end your griefe and mine so long time proued But if I yeeld and so your loue decreaseth Then I my louer lose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto An Elegie of a womans heart O Faithlesse world and thy most faithlesse part A womans heart The true Shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feauers of desire and pangs of loue Which toyes remoue Why was she brone to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for ayre And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Til I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more thē triumphs of denial To see a triall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes eelde and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswell thy shame as passiōs that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womās brest Is but a guest H. W. A Poesie to proue affection is not loue COnceit begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our hearts to haue Meane while there reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the heart doth seldome loue For as the seeds in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceit whose rooting failes As child that in the cradle quailes Or else within the mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles For following beauty or estate Her liking still is turn'd to hate For all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runs out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth seldome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire But as the cinders of the fire As ships in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then fals to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfect loue And that desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wild beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike W. R. MADRIGAL In praise of two FAustina hath the fairer face And Phillida the better grace Both haue mine eye enriched This sings full sweetly with her voice Her fingers make as sweete a noise Both haue mine eare bewitched Ay me sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided To his Ladies garden being absent far from her GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou thus to haue thy bowers Free'd from winter and still dressed With her faces heau'n-set flowers Happy too are those thy allies Where her faire feete deigne to tred Which departing earths low vallies Shall to the milkie way be led Thy trees whose armes her embraced And whose fruit her lips do kisse In whose vertuous minde well placed The rare tree of knowledge is Happy are so thy birds be Whom she taught to sing by art Who in heauenly harmony With the Angels beares a part Happy blest and fortunate Bowers Allies Trees and Birds But my most vnhappy state Farre surmounts all reach of words Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks CRuell and vnpartiall sicknesse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weaknesse Whom all kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke In the pure snow of her face When thou did'st attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it race Th'heauenly hony thou didst sucke From her Rose cheeks might suffice Why then didst thou marre and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest price Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those rich spoyles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in lnkes blacke teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close locke them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare the Till I from my selfe docdepart Th. Spilman A Sonnet in the grace of wit of tongue of face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent thē drew now hit mine eie mine eare my hart Mine eie mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face hir tong hir wit with beams with soūd with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare my heart Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth ◅east doth fill Oface o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart Wring not vex not woūd not mineey mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shall sw◅are Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare Sonnet For her heart onely ONely sweet Loue affoord me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory coue◅s That they to me no beame of light impart Athough 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 sweet content to lose If they sweete 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 lnue I aske not
O then let that suffice Your deare eyes Need not need not more afflict me Nor your sweet tongue dipt in gall Need at all From your presence interdict me Vnto him that hell sustaines No new paines Need be sought for his tormenting O my paines hels paines surpasse Yet alas You are still new paines inuenting By my loue long firme and true Borne to you By these teares my griefe expressing By this Pipe which nights and dayes sounds your praise Pittie me my fault confessing Or if I may not desire That their ire May with penance be suspended Yet let me full pardon craue When I haue With soone death my fault amended Vraniaes answere in inuerted Rimes Staffe for Staffe SInce true penance hath suspended Fained ire More I le grant then you desire Faults confest are halfe amended And I haue In this halfe all that I craue Therefore banish now the terror Which you find In your guiltlesse grieued mind For though you haue made an error From me wretch First beginning it did fetch Nere my sight I le interdict thee More at all Nere speake words more dipt in gall Nere nere will I more afflict thee With these Eyes What is past shall now suffice Now new ioyes I le be inuenting Which alas May thy passed Woes surpasse Too long thou hast felt tormenting Too great paines So great loue and faith sustaines Let these eyes by thy confessing Worthy praise Neuer see more nights nor dayes Let my woes be past expressing When to you I cease to be kind and true Thus are both our states amended For you haue Fuller pardon then you craue And my feare is quite suspended Since mine ire Wrought th' effect I most desire Fra. Dauison I. EGLOGVE A Shepheard poore Eubulus call'd he was Poore now alas but erst had iolly beene One pleasant morne when as the Sunne did passe The fiery hornes of raging Bull betweene His little Flocke into a meade did bring As soone as day-light did beginne to spring Fresh was the Meade in Apriâ—…s liuery dight Deckt with greene Trees bedew'd with siluer Brookes But ah all other was the shepheards plight All other were both sheepe and shepheards looks For both did shew by their dull heauie cheere They tooke no pleasure of the pleasant yeare He weeping went ay me that he should weepe They hung their heads as they to weepe would learne His heauie heart did send forth sighing deepe They in their bleating voice did seeme to yearne He leane and pale their fleece was rough and rent They pinde with paine and he with dolours spent His pleasant Pipe was broke alas the while And former merriment was banisht quite His shepheards Crooke that him vpheld ere-while He earst had throwne away with great despite Tho leaning gainst a shrub that him sustained To th' earth sun birds trees Eccho thus he plained Thou all-forth-bringing earth though winter chill With blustring windes blow off thy mantle greene And with his Snow and hoary frostes doe spill Thy Flora-pleasing flowers and kill them cleane Yet when fresh Spring returnes againe To driue away the winters paine Thy Frost and Snow Away doe goe Sweet Zephyres breath cold Boreas doth displace And fruitfull showers Reuiue thy flowers And nought but ioy is seene in euery place But ah how long alas how long doth last My endlesse winter without hope of Spring How haue my sighes my blustring sighes defact The flowers and buds which earst my earth did bring Alas the tops that did aspire Lie troaden now in filthy mire Alas my head Is all bespread With too vntimely snow and eke my hart All sense hath lost Through hardned frost Of cold despaire that long hath bred my smart What though some rising Torrents ouerflow With nought-regarding streames thy pleasant greene And with their furiou s force doe lay full low Thy drowned flowers how euer sweet they beene Soone fall those flouds as soone they rose For fury soone his force doth lose And then full eath Apolloes breath The cold yet drying North-winde so doth warme That by and by Thy meades be dry And grow more fruitfull by their former harme O would the teares that Torrent-like doe flow A downe my hollow cheekes with restlesse force Would once O that they could once calmer grow Would like to thine once cease their ceasses course Thine last not long mine still endure Thine cold and so thy wealth procure Hot mine are still And so doe kill Both flower and roote with most vnkindly deaw What sunne or winde Away can finde The roote once dead the flowers to renew Thou though the scorching heate of Summers Sun While ill-breath'd Dog the raging Lyon chaseth Thy peckled flowers do make of colour dun And pride of all thy greeny hayre defaceth And in thy moysture wanting side Deepe wounds doe make and gashes wide Yet as they weat By Phaebus heate To turne to wholesome drynesse is procured So Phaebus heate By South-windes weate As soone asswaged and al thy wounds recured Such heate as Phaebus hath me almost slaine As Phaebus heate ah no farre worse then his It is Astreas burning-hot disdaine That parched hath the roote of all my blisse That hath alas my youth defaced That in my face deepe wounds hath placed Ah that no heat Can dry the weat The flowing weate of my still weeping eyes Ah that no weat Can quench the heate The burning heate within my heart that lies Thou dost poore earth beare many a bitter stound While greedy swaines forgetting former neede With crooked plowes thy tender backe do wound With harrowes biting teeth doe make thee bleede But earth so may those greedy swaines With pitteous eie behold thy paine O earth tell mee When thou dost see Thy fruitfull backe with golden eares beset Doth not that ioy Kill all annoy And make thee all thy former wounds forget And I if once my tired heart might gaine The haruest faire that to my faith is due If once I might Astreas grace regaine If once her heart would on my sorrows rue Alas I could these plaints forgoe And quite forget my former wo. But O! to speake My heart doth breake For all my seruice faith and patient mind A crop of griefe VVithout reliefe A crop of scorne and of contempt I finde Soone as the shepheards Sarre abroad doth wend Nights harbinger to shut in brightsome day And gloomy night on whom blacke cloudes attend Doth Tyrant-like through Skie vsurpe the sway Thou art poore earth of sunne depriued VVhose beames to thee all ioy deriued But when Aurore Doth ope her dore Her purple doore to let in Phoebus waine The night giues place Vnto his race And then with ioy thy Sunne returnes againe O would my Sunne would once returne againe Returne and driue away th' infernall night In which I die since she did first refraine Her heauenly beames which were mine onely light Iuâ—…her alone all my light thin'd And since she shind not I am blind Alas on all Her beames doe fall Saue
wretched me whom she doth them deny Aud blessed day She giues alway To all but me who still in darkenesse liâ—… In mourneful darkenesse I alone doe lie And wish but scarcely hope bright day to see For hop'd so long and wisht so long haue I As hopes and wishes both abandon me My night hath lasted fifteene yeares And yet no glimpse of day appeares O doe not let Him that hath set His ioy his light his life in your sweet grace Be vnrelieu'd And quite depriu'd Of your deare sight which may this night displace Phoebus although with fiery-hoofed steedes Thou daily doe the steepy Welkin beate And from this painefull taske art neuer freede But dailye bound to lend the world thy heate Though thou in fiery Chariot ride And burning heate thereof abide Yet soone as night Doth dim the light And hale her sable Cloake through vaulted skle Thy iournie 's ceast And thou doest rest In cooling waues of Thetis soueraigntie Thrice happie Sun whose paines are eas'd by night O haplesse I whose woes last night and day My paines by day doe make me wish for night My woes by night doe make me cry for day By day I turmoile vp and downe By night in Seas of teares I drowne O painefull plight O wretched night Which neuer findes a morne of ioyfull light O sad decay O wretched day That neuer feeles the ease of silent night Ye chirping birds whose notes might ioy my minde If to my minde one drop of ioy could sinke Who erst through Winters rage were almost pin de And kept through barren frost from meat or drinke A blessed change ye now haue seene That changed hath your wofull teene By day you sing And make to ring The neighbor groues with Eccho of your song In silent night Full closely dight You soundly sleepe the bushes greene among But I who erst ah wofull word to say Enioy'd the pleasant spring of her sweet grace And then could sing and dance and sport and play Since her fierce anger did my spring displace My nightly rest haue turn'd to detriment To plaints haue turn'd my wonted merriment The Songs I sing While day doth spring Are bootelesse plaints till I can plaine no more The rest I tast While night doth last Is broken sighes till they my hartmake sore Thou flower of the field that erst didst fade And nipt with Northerne cold didst hang the head And trees whose bared bowes haue lost their shade Whose witâ—…ered leaues by westerne blasts were shed Ye 'gin to bud and spring againe Winter is gone that did you straine But I that late With vpright gate Bare vp my head while happy fauour lasted Now old am growne Now ouerthrowne With woe with griefe with wailing now am wasted Your springing stalke with kindly iuice doth sprout My fainting legs doe wast and fall away Your stretched armes are clad with leaues about My griefe-consumed armes doe fast decay You gin againe your tops lift vp I downe to earth-ward gin to stoope Each bowe and twig Doth waxe so big That scarce the rinde is able it to hide I doe so faint And pine with plaint That slops and hose and Galage waxe too wide Eccho how well may she that makes me mone By thy example learne to â—…ue my paine Thou hearst my plaints when as I waile alone And wailing accents answerest againe VVhen as my brest through griefe I beat That wofull sound thou dost repeate VVhen as I sob And heartly throb A dolefull sobbing sound againe thou sendest And when I weepe And sigh full deepe A weepy sighing Voice againe thou lendest But ah how oft haue my sad plaints assaide To pierce her eares deafe onely vnto me How oft my woes in mournefull inke arraide Haue tride to make her eyes my griefes to see And you my sighes and teares how often Haue ye sought her hard heart to soften And yet her eie Doth still denie For all my woes one bitter teare to shed And yet her heart VVill not impart One hearty sigh for griefe herselfe hath bred Nor I alas doe wish that her faire eies Her blessed-making eyes should shed a teare Nor that one sigh from her deare breast should rise For all the paines the woes the wrongs I beare First let this weight oppresse me stil Ere shee through me tast any ill Ah if I might But gaine her sight And shew her ere I eie my wretched case O then should I Contented die But ah I die and hope not so much grace VVith that his fainting legs to shrinke begun And let him sinke with gastly looke to ground And there he lay as though his life were done Till that his Dog seeing that wofull stound VVith pitteous howling kissing and with scraping Brought him againe from that sweet sowre escaping Then gan this Teares so swiftly for to flow As forst his eie-lids for to giue them way Then blustring sighes too boistrously can blow As his weake lips could not his furie stay And inward griefe withall so hugely sweld As teares sighes griefe had soone all words expeld At last when floods of teares began to cease And stormes of wearie sighes more calme to blow As he went on with words his griefe to ease And remnant of his broken plaint to shew He spide the skie ore-spread with nightly cloudes So home he went his flocke and him to shrowde Eubulus his Embleme Vni mihi Pergama Restant F. D. I. Eglogue intituled Cuddy 1 A Little Heard-groome for he was no bett When course of yeare return'd the pleasant spring At breake of day without-en further letâ—… Cast with himselfe his flocke afield to bring And for they had so long beene pent with paine At sight of Sun they seem'd to liue againe 2 Such was the flocke all bent to brouse and play But nothing such their master was to see Downe hung his drooping head like rainy day His cheekes with teares like springs bedewed be His wringed hand such silent mone did make Well may you guesse he was with loue y'take 3 The while his flocke went feeding on the greene And want only for ioy of Summer plaide All in despight as if he n'ould be seene He cast himselfe to ground ful ill appaide Should seeme their pleasance made him more complaine For ioy in sight not felt is double paine 4 Vnhappy boy why liu'st thou still quoth he And hast thy deadly wound so long agoe What hope of after hap sustaineth thee As if there might be found some ease of woe Nay beter die ten thousand times then liue Since euery houre new cause of death doth giue 5 The ioyfull Sunne whom cloudy winters spight Had shut from vs in watry fishes haske Returnes againe to lend the world his light And red as rose begins his yearely taske His fiery steedes the steepy welkin beate And both the hornes of climing bull do heate But ah no Sunne of grace aspires to me Close hid she lies from whom I should haue light The clowdes of blacke
light I flie Of your disdainfull Eyes But in a diuerse wise She with the flame doth play By night alone and I both night and day She to a Candle runnes I to a light far brighter then the Sunnes She neere at hand is fired I both neere hand and farre-away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to be But I my burning and my death foresee MADIGRAL IX Answers to her question what Loue was IF I behold your Eies Loue is a Paradice But if I view my Hart T is an infernal smart ODE IX That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN heau'n the blessed Angels haue their being In hell the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts Earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the ayre are fleeing VVith finnes the people gliding Of VVater haue the enioying In Fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspire To loue your beauty Beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine Eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope and feares contention Earth holds my drossy wit and dull inuention Th ill food of airie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares still flowing My weeping Eyes are turned My constant heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspire In Heau'n is no beauty more excelling In hel no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fire MADIGRAL 10. Vpon his timerous silence in her presence Are Louers full of fire How comes it then my verses are so cold And how when I am nigh her And fit occasion wils me to be bold The more I burne the more I do desire The lesse I dare require Ah Loue this is thy wondrous Art To freeze the tongue and fire the heart Madrigal 11. Vpon her long absence If this most wretched and infernall anguish Wherein so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer fill me As presently it kill me I will conclude hows'euer Schooles deceaue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man Vpon seeing his face in her eye FAirest and kindest of all woman-kind Since you did me the vndeserued grace In your faire Eie to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kind Looke in mine Eie and I will shew to you The fairest face that heauens Eie doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme Eie 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 espie Your forme at large you there engrau'd should see VVhich nor by Time nor Death can razed be Madrigal XII Upon her hiding her face from him Goe wayling Accents go With my warme teares and scalding teares attended To th' Author of my wo And humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eies Where he beholds his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you To His hart wherein Loues heau'n you may view Madrigal 13. Vpon her Beauty and Inconstancy WHosoeuer longs to trie Both Loue and ◅ealousie My faire vnconstant Ladie let him see And he will soone a iealous Louer be Then he by proofe shall know As I doe to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heau'n and in hell A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart. Shun not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Flie not deere Hart to finde me all of snow Hart. Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desires sweet flames to know Ha. Thy snow n'il hurt me Br. Nor thy fire wil harme me Ha. This cold wil coole me Br. And this heate wil warme me Hart. Take this chast fire to that pure virgin snow Breast Being now thus warm'd I le ne◅e seeke other fire Hart. Thou giu'st more blisse thā mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take than 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. ELEGIE 3. For what cause he obtaines not his Lady fauour Deere why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I' st that my Pock-hol'd face doth beauty lacke No Your sweet Sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth I st that my musk-lesse cloaths are plaine and blacke No. What wise Lady loues fine noddies VVith poore-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My true Heart which I present you Should more then pearle or gold content you I st that my Verses want inuention rare No I was neuer skilful Poet I truly loue and plainly shew it I st that I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhorre you Dwel still in Court the place fit for you I st that you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I st that your fauours iealous Eyes suppresse No onely vertue neuer-sleeping Both your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping I st that to many moe I loue professe Goddesse you haue my hearts oblation And no Saint else lippes inuocation No none of these The cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer AQuatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you proudly quite it with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you Sonnet 10. To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeares gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus WOrthily famous Lord whose vertues rare Set in the gold of neuer stain'd Nobility And noble minde shining in true humility Make you admir d o◅ all that vertuous are If as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deeds victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchlesse Tacitus would them historifie Then Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd But till your selfe or some such put them forth Accept of these as Pictures of your worth To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of English Poets Vpon his three seueral sorts of Poesie Lyricall in his Sonnets Tragical in Rosamond Cleopatra Heroicall in his Ciuill Warres OLympias matchlesse Son when as he knew How many crownes his fathers sword
had gain'd With smoaking sighs and deep-fetch'd sobs did rew And his braue cheeks with scalding teares bedew Because that Kingdomes now so few remain'd By his victorious Arme to be obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spencer erst so farre had spred his fame That he was Monarch deem'd of Poesie Thou did st I gesse euen burne with iealousie Least Lawrell were not left ynough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac't In highest seat So hath thy Muse surpast Spencer and all that do with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crowne aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdome share The mightiest Kings in might did match alone So of thy skill the greatnesse thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kind with thee compare One shar'd out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall But onely Alexander all did wield So in soft pleasing Lyricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magis Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the graces treasure Vertues hope his friendes sole pleasure This small Marble stone lies vnder which is often moist with teares For such losse in such young yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead But from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was farre vnfit For thy beauty grace and wit 3 Thou aliue on earth sweet Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy Iu high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of Dido O most vnhappy Dido Vnhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow Vnhappy in thy Mate And in thy Louer more vnfortunate By treason th' one was reft thee By treason th' other left thee That left thee meanes to flie with This left thee meanes to die with The former being dead From Brothers sword thou fliest The latter being fled On Louers sword thou dyest Piu meritare che conseguire FRANCIS DAVISON MORE SONNETS ODES c. SONNET 1. He demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines impart The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my heart For beeing charm'd by the bewitching art Of those inueagling graces which attend you Loues holy fyre makes me breath out in part The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eyes If mine Eyes sinne their sins cause only lies On your bright eyes which haue my heart inflamed Since eies loue liues erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my affection Sonnet 2. Loue in Iustice punishable onely with like Loue BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue find fauour in your Eies But that your Eies as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which from them-selues doth rise Yet this my humble fuite do not despise Let me be iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome do equalize What er'e it be it shall not be refused And since my loue alreadie is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice iudge me as I haue confessed For if my doome in iustice scales be wayed With equall loue my loue must be repayed Sonnet III. He cals his eares eyes and heart as witnesses of her sweete voice beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAire is thy face and great thy wits perfection So faire alas so hard to be exprest That if my tired Pen should neuer rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their nest And that your face is such a flint-hard brest By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnesse mine eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine eyes rauisht when you they see Beutie and vertue witnesse eyes and eares In you sweete Saint haue equall soueraignty But if nor eyes nor eares can proue it true Witnesse my heart ther 's none that equals you How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heau'n and in hell Sonnet IIII. Praise of her eyes excelling all comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot de◅ise Words fit to blaze the worth your eyes containes Whose nameles worth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceede the name of eyes Eyes they be not but worlds in which there lies More blisse then this wide world besides containes Worlds they be not but stars whose influēce raignes Ouer my life and lifes felicities Stars they be not but Suns whose presence driues Darknesse from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my heart Since then in Earth nor Heauen they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Ladie to be condemned of ignorance or crueltie As she is faire so faithfull I My seruice she her grace I merit Her beauty doth my loue inherit But Grace she doth denie O knowes she not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force Her ignorance or cruelty As she is faire so cruell she I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which Pitties source should be Too well she knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Her vndeserued cruelty As she is faire so were she kinde Or being cruell could I wauer Soone should I either win her fauer Or a new Mistresse f◅de But neither our alas may be Scorne in her and louein me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her crueltie Sonnet V. Contention of Loue and Reason for his heart REason and loue lately at strife contended Whose right it was to haue my minds protection Reason on his side Natures will pretended Loues title was my Mistresse rare perfection Of power to end this strife each makes election Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended But loue soone brought those thoughts into subiection By beauties troopes which on my Saint depended Yet since to rule the minde was Reasons dutie On this condition it by loue was rendred That endlesse praise by reason should be tendred As a due tribute to her conquering beautie Reason was pleasde withall and to loues royaltie He pledg'd my heart as hostage for his loyaltie
Sonnet VI. That she hath greater power ouer his happinesse and life then eyther Fortune Fate or Stars LEt Fate my Fortune and my starres conspire Iointly to poure on me their worst disgrace So I be gratious in your heauenly face I wey not Fates nor Starres nor Fortunes yre T' is not the influence of heauens fire Hath power to make me blessed in my race Nor in my happinesse hath Fortune place Nor yet can Fate my poore lifes date expire T' is your faire eies my Starres all blisse do giue T' is your disdaine my Fate hath power to kill T' is you my Fortune make me happie liue Though Fortune Fate and Stars conspire mine ill Then blessed Saint into your fauour take me Fortune nor Fate nor Stars can wretched make me Sonnet VII Of his Ladies weeping WHat neede I say how it doth wound my brest By fate to be thus rauisht from thine eyes Since your owne teares with me do Simpathize Pleading with slow departure there to rest For when with flouds of teares they were opprest Ouer those Iuory banks they did not rise Till others enuying their felicities Did presse them forth that they might there beare rest Some of which teares prest forth by violence Your lips with greedy kissing straight did drinke And other some vnwilling to part thence In amour'd on your cheekes in them did sinke And some which from your face wer forc d away In signe of loue did on your garments stay Sonnet VIII He paints out his torment SWeete to my cursed life some fauour shew Or let me not accurst in life remaine Let not my senses sence of life retaine Since Sence doth onely yeeld me sence of woe For now mine eyes onely your frownes do know Mine eares heare nothing else but your disdaine My lips taste nought but teares and smell is paine Banisht your lips where Indian Odours grow And my deuoted heart your beauties slaue Feeles nought but scorne oppressions and distresse Made eu'n of wretchednesse the wretched caue Nay too too wretched for vild wretchednesse For euen sad sighs as loathing there to rest Struggle for passage from my griefe-swolne brest ODE II. A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With praiers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her go for shee 'le not be conuerted Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She is most faire though she be marble hearted How often haue mysighs declar'd mine anguish Wherein is daily anguish Yet doth she still procure it Heart let her goe for I cannot endure it Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She gaue the wound and she alone must cure it The trickling teares that downe my cheekes haue â—…wed My life haue often shewed Yet still vnkind I proue her Heart let her goe for nought I doe can moue her Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. Though me she hates I cannot chuse but loue her But shall still a true affection owe her Which praiers sighs teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She made me hers and hers she will retaine me But if the loue that hath and still doth burne me No loue at length returne me Out of my thoughts I le set her Heart let her go oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she goe Oh! no no no no no. Fixt in the heart how can the heart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile me Till teares sighs praiers faile me Shall yet my Loue preseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh! no no no no no. Teares sighs praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer Sonnet VII His sighs and teares are bootlesse I haue intreated and I haue complained I haue disprais'd and praise I likewise gaue All meanes to win her grace I tried haue And still I loue and still I am disdained So long I haue my tongue and Pen constrained To praise dispraise complaine and pittie craue That now nor tongue nor Pen to me her slaue Remaines whereby her grace may be obtained Yet you my sighs may purchase me reliefe And ye my teares her rockie heart may moue Therefore my sighs sigh in her eare my griefe And in her heart my teares imprint my loue But cease vaine sighs cease cease ye fruitlesse teares Teares cannot pierce her heart nor sighs her eares Sonnet VIII Her beautie makes him liue euen in despaire WOunded with griefe I weepe and sigh and paine Yet neither plaints nor sighs nor teares do good But all in vaine I striue against the floud Gaining but griefe for griefe and paine for paine Yet though in vaine my teares my cheekes distaine Leauing ingrauen sorrow where they stood And though my sighs consuming vp my bloud For loue deseru'd reape vndeseru'd disdaine And though in vaine I know I beg remorce At your remorcelesse heart more hard then steele Yet such alas such is your beauties force Charming my sence that though this hell I feele Though neither plaints nor sighs nor tears can moue you Yet must I still persist euer to loue you Sonnet IX Why her lips yeeld him no words of comfort OFt doe I plaine and she my plants doth reed Which in blacke colours do paint forth my woe So that of force she must my sorow know And know for her disdaine my heart doth bleed And knowledge must of force some pittie breed Which makes me hope she will some fauour show And from her sugred lips cause comfort flow Into mine eares my heart with ioy to feed Yet though she reads and reading knowes my griefe And knowledge moues her pittie my distresse Yet do her lips sweet lips yeeld no reliefe Much do I muse but find no cause in this That in her lips her heauenly lips that blisse them Her words loth thence to part stay there to kisse them Sonnet X. Comparison of his heart to a tempest beaten Ship LIke a Sea-tossed Barke with tackling spent And stars obseur'd his watrie iournies guide By loud tempestuous winds and raging tide From waue to waue with dreadfull fury sent Fares my poore heart my heart-strings being rent And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide Since your faire eies my stars themselues do hide Clouding their light in frownes and discontent For from your frownes do spring my sighs and teares Teares flow like seas and sighs like windes do blow Whose ioyned rage most violently beares My tempest beaten heart from woe to woe And if your eyes shine not that I may shuâ—… it On rocke despaire my sighs and teares will rue it ELEGIE To his Ladie who had vowed virginity 6 EV'n as my hand my Pen and Paper laies My trembling hand my Pen from Paper staies Lest that thine eies which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid
sweet to them that lightly touch Rough hard foule soure to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue though that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweet were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest p◅ace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine Phaleuciacke II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despaire am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from euen to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my heart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beames of her eyes Apollo darkning Life and light do I lose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her eyes beholding Death and life I refuse not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them Lenuoy in riming Phaleuciacks MVse not Ladie to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedie for ease requireth When sweete ioy did abound I writ the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lies it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my heart with gladnesse Sonnet IIII. Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who cal'd reueng to worke my spite thereby ◅ash was Reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor praier his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my eares disdainsull words did lie Proud looks did keepe mine eies with scornful traine Disire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable THe loue of chāge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choice is made change he that list for me Such as I am so will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change cals for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaie◅ be Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full consent desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy encreaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be Iamais aultre To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causers of my paine That to my foe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason sold. Too late you call for helpe of me in vaine Whom loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are cleerer then the daies Vpon her absence THe sommer Sun that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and dries the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter pain◅ My Ladies presence burnt me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling streames with double force Where looks or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweet sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere VVhich from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my
That art and art not diest and liuest still Most slow of all and yet of greatest hast Both ill and good and neither good nor ill How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise Darke are thy nights but bright and cleare thy daies Both free and scarce thou giu'st and tak'st againe Thy wombe that all doth breede is Tombe to all What so by thee hath life by thee they fall Constant inconstant moouing standing still Was is shall be doe thee both breede and kill I lose thee while I seeke to finde thee out The farther off the more I follow thee The faster hold the greater cause of doubt Was is I know but shall I cannot see All things by thee are measured thou by none All are in thee thou in thy selfe alone A Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loath some life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feedes on earth And staies on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasâ—…re mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'de no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helpes thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue A Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule AY me poore soule whom bound in sinfull chaines This wretched body keepes against my will Body Aye me poore body whom for all my paines This froward soule causelesse condemneth stil. Soule Causelesse when as thou striu'st to sin each day Body Causelesse when as I striue thee to obay Soule Thou art the meanes by which I fall to sin Body Thou art the cause that setst this meanes a worke Soule No part of thee that hath not faulty bin Body I shew the poyson that in thee doth lurke Soule I shall be pure when so I part from thee Body So were I now but that thou stainest me Saphiâ—…kes vpon the passion of Christ. HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Scandalous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here He that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast Glory refusing Me that in bondage many sinnes retayned He for his goodnesse for his onely goodnesse Brought from hel-torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his ayde reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankefully singing DIVERS POEMS OF sundry Authors A hymne in praise of Musicke PRaise pleasure profit is that threefold band Which ties mens minds more fast then Gordions knot Each one some drawes all three none can withstand Of force conioynde Conquest is heardly got Then musicke may of hearts a Monarch be Wherein praise pleasure profit so agree Praise-worthy Musicke is for God it praiseth And pleasant for brute beasts therein delight Great profit from it flowes for why it raiseth The mind ouerwhelmed with rude passions might When against reason passions fond rebell Musicke doth that confirme and those expell If Musicke did not merit endlesse praise Would heauenly Spheares delight in siluer round If ioyous pleasure were not in sweete layes Would they in Court and Country so abound And profitable needes we must that call Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to all Heroick minds with praises most incited Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell God man beasts birds with Musicke are delighted And pleasant t' is which pleaseth all so well No greater profit is then selfe content And this will Musicke bring and care preuent When antique Poets Musicks praises tell They say it beasts did please and stones did moue To proue more dull then stones then beasts more fell Those men which pleasing Musicke did not loue They fain'd it Citties built and states defended To shew the profite great on it depended Sweete birds pooremens Musitians neuer flake To sing sweet Musicks prayses day and night The dyings Swans in Musicke pleasure take To shew that it the dying can delight In sicknesse health peace warre we doe it need Which proues sweet Musicks profite doth exceed But I by niggard praising doe dispraise Praise-worthy musicke in my worthlesse Rime Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet laies Any saue learned Muses well define Yet all by these rude lines may clearely see Praise pleasure profite in sweet musicke be I. D. Ten Sonnets to Philomel Sonnet 1. Vpon Loues entring by his eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage were By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I guarded them and voide of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my hart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweet Philomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pitty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of Loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Onely because to loue thee it presumed Sonnet 2. OWhy did fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traitor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her giftes concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how Loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly Deathes paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I di'de Sonnet 3. Of his owne and of his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIckenesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content here with like meanes it wrought My
35 Pastorals 1. Eglogue of Eubulus and Astrea 59 2. Gratulatory made by Sir Philip Sidney 17 3. In dispraise of a courtly life 19 4. Of Cuddy 68 Petition to haue her leaue to die see Ode 15 Petrarcks description of loue see Sonnet 2 Petrarcks Sonnet pace non trouo c. see Sonnet 22 Phaleuciacks of loue 141. 146 Phaleuciacks of Wisd. 173 Phisitian 2 Picture see Son 25 Plaine ring 5 Pockes see Poeme 46 Poemes 1. A liuing death 170 2. A meditation vpon the frailty of this life 187 3. An inuectiue against loue 156 4. Breake heauy heart 169 5. Care will not let him liue nor hope let him die 163 6. Cupid shootes light but wâ—…und sore 155 7. Deadly sweetnesse 142 8. Death in loue 168 9. Desires gouernment 169 10. Dispraise of loue and louers folly 165 11. Faire face hard heart 157 12. Her outward Iesture deceiuing inward hope 145 13. His heart arraigned of theft and acquited 140 14. Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies 171 15. In praise of the Sun 166 16. Inuectiue against his lady 174 17. Inuectiue against loue 169 18. Inuectiue against women 209 19. Ladies eyes wherefore they serue 143 20. Loue the onely price of loue 139 21. Loues contrarieties 170 22. Loues properties 170 23. Naturall comparisons with Perfect loue 191 24. Of bearance silence 209 25. Of conceit affection and desire 201 26. Of Corrinnaes singing 199 27. Of his Mistresse face 198 28. Of loue gift 213 29. Of silence 209 30. Of the first inhabiting this I le by Brute the Troians 160 31. That he is vnchangeable 147 32. That loue is vnlike in beggars and in kings 182 33. The Anatomie of loue per ignotum 214. 34. The Christian Stoicke 71 35. The effects of absence and presence 151 36. The passionate prisoner 171 37. The true loue knot 206 38. To her eyes 138 39. To his eyes 148 40. To his Ladies Garden 203 41. To time 186 42. Vpon beginning without making an end 113 43. Vpon her absence 150 44. Upon her palenesse 199 45. Upon his Lâ—… buying of Lutâ—… strings 142 46. Upon his ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks 189 47. Vpon seeing his face in her eye 92 Posie of a Ring 5 Prayer Booke 6 Praise of Beggers life see Beggers life Praise of her eyes see Son 17 Praise of Musicke see Hymne 1 Praise of sir Philip Sidney see Epigram 9 Praise of the two Countesses of Cumberland and Warwicke see Son 41 Prosopopâ—…ia 86 Purse 5 Quatraine 94 R Reporting sonnet of praise 200 Ring plaine 5 Rings posie 182 Romulus who was nursed by a shee wolfe see Inscrip 4 Round-lay very pretty in inuerted Rimes 28 S Samuel Daniel Prince of English Poets 95 Sapphicks vpon the passion of Christ 166 Scarffe 6 Sicknesse see Poeme 29 Sickenesse and recouery see Sonnet 23 Silence see Poeme 29 Sisyphus his Torment 115 Sizzers 6 Snufkin ibid. Song in praise of a Beggers life 162 Sonnets 1. A Prâ—…sepopoeia betweene him and his Lady 86 2. A true description of loue 197 3. Allegory of his loue to a ship 11 4. Allusion to Theseus bis voyâ—…g 10 against the Minotaure 167 5. An inuectiue against loue 1â—…9 6. Comparison of his heart to a tempest-beaten shâ—… 105 7. Compared by childrens Phisicke 207 8. Contention of Loue and reason 101 9. Desire hath conquered reuenge 128 10. Execration of his passed loue 116 11. He cals his senses as witnesses of her vertues 99 12. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing writing 98 13. He desires leaue to write to his loue 108 14. He paints out his tormeÌ„ts 115 15. Her beauty makes him liue euen in despaire 104 16. His sighes and teares are bootlesse 104 17. In praise of her eyes 99 18. In protestation of loue 58 19. Loue punishable with loue 98 20. Loues discommodities 115 21. Loues Hyperboles 113 22. Of Fran. Petrarcha 114 23. Of her sicknesse and recouery 180 24. Of his Ladies Picture 697 26. Of his Ladies weeping 102 27. Of his owne and his Miâ—…es sicknesse â—…79 28. Of â—…gring loue 112 29. Of reâ—…iting the heart being by poeticall fiction once seuered 209 30. Of the Moone 118 31 Of the Sunne 117 32. Of the impossibilitie to dissemble loue 70 33. Of vnfained loue 38 34. That he cannot leaue to loue though commaunded 108 35. That loue made him a Poet ibid. 36. That she hath greater poweroner his happines and life then either fortune fate or stars 101 37. That time cannot end or diminish Loue. 112 38. To Mistresse Diana 62 39. To Pitty 71 40. To proue loue 38 41. To the two Countesses of Cum berland and Warwicke 196 42. Vpon a gold Rings poesie 182 43. Vpon acknowledgement of desert reiecting affection with the Answeres 84 44. Vpon her commending his verses 89 45. Vpon her looking out of a Window 181 46. Vpon loues entring by fame 190 47. Vpon loues entring by his Eares 178 48. Upon presenting of a new yeares-gift 94 49. Vpon the louers absence from his Ladie 91 50. Upon the 7 deadly sins 195 51. Vherein the Louer begges but his Ladies heart 190 52. Why her lips yeelde him no 〈◊〉 of comfort 120 Souldier 1 Sphecâ—… of Graieâ—… Inne Maske presented before the Q. 71 Stomacher 6 Strephons Palinode 27 T That time cannot ende or diminish loue 112 Ten Sonnets to Philomel 178 The bellish torments of Tantalus Titius Ixion Sisyphus and the Belides 115 The Lie see Lie 15 The Lots see lots 5 The Maske see Maske 71 The meane estate is best 20 The tombe of dead desire see Ode 154 Thisbe see inscription 1 Time see Ode 15 To her eyes see Poeme 38 To his eyes see Poeme 39 To his heart see Ode 23 To his Ladies garden see Poeme 40 To his Muse see Ode 24 Tongue see reporting Sonnet To time see Poeme 4 True louers knot 191 V Verball loue Vrania her Answere 〈◊〉 W Widdow â—… Wife Wisedome see Phaleuc 2 Wit see reporting Sonnet Womans waight in Latine and English 132 Womens hearts inconstancie see Elegie 4 Womens inconstancy see Madrigall 18 Womens Innectine see Poeme 18 Wonders of the world neuer yet descried 1 D. P. YET OTHER TWELVE WONders of the World neuer before published By IOHN DAVIS I. The Courtier LOng haue I liu'd in Court yet learn'd not all this while To sel poore sutors smoke nor where I hate to smile Superiors to adore inferiors to despise To flie from such as fall to follow such as rise To cloake a poore desire vnder a rich array Not to aspire by vice though t were the quicker way II. The Diuine My calling is Diuine and I from God am sent I will no chop-church be nor pay my patron rent Nor yeeld to sacriledge but like the kind true mother Rather will loose all the child then part it with another Much wealth I will not seeke nor worldly masters serue So to grow rich fat while my poore flock doth sterue
friends and seruants call And sure me thinks her wit Giues them a name more fit For if all mothers them their sons do call Whom they haue onely borne nine months in all May she not call them sons with better reason Whom she hath borne nine times as long a season For a looking glasse IF thou be faire thy beauties beautifie With vertuous deeds and manners answerable If thou be foule thy beauties want supply With a faire mind and actions commendable In Asinium THou still wert wont in earnest or in iest To praise an Asse as a most worthy best Now like an Asse thy selfe thou still commendest Whats'ere thou speakst with thine own praise thou endest Oh! I perceiue thou praisest learnedly An Asse in Thesi and Hipothesi On a limping Cuckold THou euermore dost ancient Poets blame For faining Venus wife to Vulcan lame I blame the starres and Hymen to that gaue A faire straight wife to thee a foule lame knaue And nought doth ease my griefe but onely this Thy Venus now hath got a Mars to kisse On Crambo a lowzie shifter BY want of shift since lice at first are bred And after by the same encreast and fed Crambo I muse how you haue lice so many Since all men know you shift as much as any In Quintum QVintus is burnt and may thereof be glad For being poore he hath a good pretence At euery Church to craue beneuolence For one that had by fire lost all he had In Sabam WHy will not Saba in a glasse behold Her face since she grew wrinkled pale and old Doubtlesse I thinke she doubts that ougly sight Like Cow-turnd IO would her selfe affright In Aulum AVlus giues nought men say though much he craue Yet I can tell to whom the pox he gaue F. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and Madrigals Sonnet I. Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heauenly beames are o're my sight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabling me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eyes my loue your heart displeasing Breed hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing Sonnet II. That he cannot hide or dessemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my inward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my wil my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or tears that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured Sonnet III. Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shinde and the most heau'nly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultles features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humane creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare Sonnet IIII. Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the prayses of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweet that onely soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath thence to part Or who of Proteus sundry transformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanly pend So fit for you to take and me to send ELEGIE I. He renounceth his foode and former delight in Musicke Poesie and painting SItting at board sometimes prepar'de to eate If 't hap my minde on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth in stead of pleasant meate And teares do moist my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teares that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might to chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A suddaine passion did my song displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournfull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increasde And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releasde If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweete delights were wont to ease my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but groans would come Out of my Pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my minde remaind By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me straind From forth mine eies the bloud for colours came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my taste to please Adieu my songs that bred mine eares delight Adieu sweet Muse that oft my minde did'st ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow finde SONNET V. To Pitie VVAke Pittie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe I but quickly heare my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That
cease to moue you So that I feare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth hope the same despaire mislikes What hope sets downe those lines despaire out strikes So that my nursing murthering Pen affords A graue and cradle to my new-borne words But whil'st like clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad despaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conq'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature profsers Then either vniust beauty is too blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'd then nature is vniust Vniustly then nature hath hearts created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattering them with a faire◅ seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill 7 Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deed did passe But it by wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdued Or making each mans heart your beauties thrall You be enioyed of no one at all For as the Lions strength to seize his pray And fearefull hearts light-foote to runne away Are as an idle talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue beauties bonds to shew By which mens eyes engag'd hearts doe owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raigne 8 But if these reasons being vainely spent You sight it out to the last argument Tell me but how one body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whilst mutually at strife they doe impeach The grosse and lustre proper vnto each So where one bodie ioyntly doth inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both alleageance and command For selfe-deuided kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth that And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste Beautie so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth 9 And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night vnreaue Fruitlesse affections endlesse threed is spunne At one selfe instant twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A marble heart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning Eies Deaths ◅able dart and Cupids arrow flies 10 Since then from Chastitie and Beauty spring Such muddy streames where each doth reigne as king Let tyrant chastities vsurped throne Be made the seate of beauties grace alone And let your beautie be with this suffiz'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Bloud-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest conquerors doe townes desire On honourable termes and not with fire Sonnet XI That he cannot leaue to loue though commanded HOw can my loue in equity be blamed Still to importune though it ne're obtaine Since though her face and voice will me refraine Yet by her voice and face I am inflamed For when alas her face with frownes is framed To kill my loue but to reuiue my paine And when her voice commands but all in vaine That loue both leaue to be and to be named Her Syren voice doth such enchantment moue And though she frowne eu'n frownes so louely make her That I of force am forced still to loue Since that I must and yet cannot forsake her My fruitlesse praiers shall cease in vaine to moue her But my deuoted heart ne're cease to loue her Sonnet XII He desires leaue to write of his loue MVst my deuoted heart desist to loue her No loue I may but I may not confesse it What harder thing than loue and yet depresse it Loue most conceal'd doth most it selfe discouer Had I no Pen to shew that I approue her Were I tong-tide that I might not addresse it In plaints and Prair's vnfained to expresse it Yet could I not my deepe affection couer Had I no Pen my very teares would shew it Which write my true affection in my face Were I tong-tide my sighs would make her know it Which witnes that I grieue at my disgrace Since then though silent I my loue discouer O let my pen haue leaue to say I loue her Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid muliere Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter than a feather And the winde more light than either But a womans sickle minde More than Feather Dust or Winde W. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and other Poesies Ten Sonnets by T. W. A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his heart L. SPeake gentle heart where is thy dwelling place H. with her whose bi◅th the heauēs thēselues haue blest L. What dost thou there H. Sometimes ◅ehold her face And lodge sometimes within her christall brest L. She cold thou hot how can you then agree H Not nature now but loue doth gouerne mee L. With her wilt thou remaine and let me die H. If I returne we both shall die for griefe L. If still thou stay what shall I get thereby H. I le moue her heart to purchase thy reliefe L. What if her heart be hard and stop his eares H. I le sigh aloud and make him soft with teares L. If that preuaile wilt thou returne from thence H. Not I alone my heart shall come with me L. Then will you both liue vnder my defence H. So long as life will let vs both agree L. Why then despaire go packe thee hence away I liue in hope to haue a happy day A Dialogue betweene a Louer Death and Loue. Louer COme gentle Death D. Who cals L. One that 's opprest D. What is thy wil L. That thou abridge my woe By cutting off my life D. Cease thy request I cannot kill thee yet L. Alas why so D. Thou want'st thy heart L. who stole that same away D. Loue whom thou seru'st entreat him if thou may Louer COme Cupid come C. Who calleth me so oft L. Thy vassall true whō thou shouldst know by right C What makes thy crie so faint L. My voice is soft Quite broke and spent with crying day and night C. Why then what 's thy request L. That thou restore To mee my heart and steale the same no more And thou O Death when I possesse my heart Dispatch me then at once D. Alas why so L. By promise thou art bound to end my smart D. But if thy heart returne
these teares how chance I thus cōplain If force perforce I be are this misery VVhat helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and crie To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery VVho will not helpe himselfe when well he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous Seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry waies And eu'ry blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The Steers man gone saile helme and tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast VVisedome and folly is the lucklesse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally VVisedome too light folly of too great waight My barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loath to die Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou fear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy deerest name which doth me still betray For grace sweet grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my ◅mart Then since thou seest the life I leade in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest ODE VIII Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with war o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I die that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away An Inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire be tride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defast But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did shew Lo◅e is the streame whose wa◅es so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetenesse liking win But as the deepe o're flowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flatt'ring lookes the louers life doe spill Vsque adeo dulce puella malum est Vpon an Heroical Poeme which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyans MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharpe swords Lances strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for war quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his parti colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous Lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust Suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull hart Is this the hope on which my life is staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paide Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeede to war inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue
increast Offairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy triumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk'this wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute IN happy time the wished faire is come To fit my Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde Great pitty 't is so sweet a Luâ—…e be dumme That so can please the eare and ease the minde Go take thy choise and chuse the very best And vse them so that head and heart find rest Rest thou in ioy and let me waile alone My pleasant daies haue tane their last farewell My heartstrings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lie in peeces broke so small That scarce they serue to make me frets withall And yet they serue and binde my heart so straite That frets indeed they serue to fret it out No force for that in hope thereof I waite That death may rid me both of hope and doubt But death alas drawes backward all too long And I each day feele now increase of wrong Care will not let him liue nor hope let him die MY heauy heart with griefe and hope torment Beates all in vaine against my weary breast As if it thought with force to make a vent That death might enter to procure my rest But foolish heart thy paines are lost I see For death and life both flie and follow thee When weight of care would presse me down with paine That I might sinke to depth of death below Hope lends me wing and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Bote which windes driue to the shore And tides driues backward where it was before Thus neither hope will let me die with care Nor Care consent that hope assure my life I seeke for life death doth his stroke prepare I come to death and life renewes my strife All as the shadow followes them that flie And flies from them that after it doe hie What is my hope that hope will faile at last And griefe get strength to worke his will on me Either the Waxe with which hopes wings are fast By scalding sighes mine eies shall melted see Or else my teares shall wet the feathers so That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe ODE 9 Cupids Marriage with dissimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needes will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to shew Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare Truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neere And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweet small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis ODE 10. Dispraise of Loue and Louers follies IF Loue be life I long to die Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scapes with no lesse then losse of witâ—… vnhappy life they gaine Which loue doe entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight Ifthap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the mead Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala In praise of the Sunne THe Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light â—…o see with all In vaine doth cast his beames away Where they are blind on whom they fall There is no force in all his light To giue the mole a perfect sight But thou my Sunne more bright then he That shines at noone in Summer tide Hast giuen me light and powre to see With perfect skill my sight to guide Till now I liu'd as blind as Mole That hides her head in earthly hole I heard the praise of beauties grace Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill I gaz'd on many a louely face Yet found I none to bind my will Which made me thinke that beauty bright Was nothing else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my â—…ight I blush to thinke I was so blinde Thy flaming eyes afford me light That beauties blaze each where I find And yet these Dames that shine so bright Are but the shadow of thy light ODE XI To his Muse. REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred brest Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choice What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voice Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and skorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine Death in Loue. MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are drie My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voice is hoarse and can no longer crie My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburdâ—…ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The