a shadow can not well be made Was answer'd for shades shadowes none can eye them 〈◊〉 â—…on proues 〈◊〉 argument for me That my greefes image I can not set out Which might with liuely coloures blazed be Wherefore since nought can bring the meanes about That thou my sorrowes cause should vewe throughout Thou wilt not pitie me but this was it Zeuxes had neither skill nor colours fit SONNET XV. Where or to whom then shall I make complaint By guilefull wyles of myne hartes guide depriued With rightes iniustice and vnkind constraint Barr'd from her loues which my desertes atchiued This though thou sought to choake farre more reuiued Within myne hartlesse brest left almost fencelesse Oh make exchange surrender thine for myne Least that my body voyde of guide be fencelesse So shalt thou pawne to me signe for a signe Of thy sweete conscience when I shall resigne Thy loues large Charter and thy bondes againe Oh but I feare myne hopes be voyde or mencelesse No course is left which might thy loues attaine Whether with sighes I sewe or teares complaine SONNET XVI Yea that accursed deede before insealed Is argument of thy first constancie Which if thou hadst to me before reuealed I had not pleaded in such feruencie Yet this delightes and makes me triumph much That myne hart in her body lyes imprisoned For mongst all bay-crown'd conquerors no such Can make the slauish captiue bost him conquered Except Parthenophe whose fiery gleames Like Ioues swift lightning rageth which rockes pearseth Heating them in-lye with his soddeyne beames And secret golden mynes with melting searâ—…eth Eft-soones with cannon his drad rage rehearseth Yet nought seemes scortched in apparant sight So first she secret burnt then did affright SONNET XVII How then succeedeth that amid this woe Where reasons sence doth from my soule denide By these vaine lines my fittes be specified Which from their endlesse Ocean dayly floe Where was it borne whence did this humour groe Which long obscur'd with melancholyes mist Inspires my gyddie braynes vnpurified So liuely with sound reasons to persist In framing tunefull Elegies and Hymnes For her whose name my Sonnets note so â—…rimmes That nought but her chast name so could assist And my muse in first tricking out her lymmes Found in her liuelesse shadow such delight That yet she shadowes her when as I write SONNET XVIII Write write helpe helpe sweet muse and neuer cease In endlesse labours pennes and papers tyer Vntill I purchase my long-wish't desier Braynes with my reason neuer rest in peace Wast breathlesse wordes and breathfull sighes increase Till of my woes remorsefull you espye her Till she with me be burnt in equall fier I neuer will from labour wittes release My sences neuer shall in quiet rest Till thou be pitifull and loue alike And if thou neuer pitie my distresses Thy crueltie with endlesse force shall strike Vpon my witts to ceaselesse writs addrest My cares in hope of some reuenge this lesses SONNET XIX Imperious Ioue with sweet lipp'd Mercurie Learned Minerua Phoebus god of light Vain-swelling Bacchus Venus queene of bewtie With light foote Phoebe lampe of silent night These haue with diuerse dieties beside Borrow'd the shapes of many a mortall creature But faire Parthenophe grac'd with the pride Of each of these sweet Queene of louely feature As tho she were with pearle of all their skill By heauens cheefe nature garnished she knittes In wrath Ioues forehead with sweet noting quill She matcheth Mercurie Mineruaes wittes In goldie-lockes bright Tytan Bacchus syttes In her hauds conduict pypes sweet Venus face Dianaes legge the tyrian buskines grace SONNET XX. These eyes thy bewties tenants pay dew teares For ocupation of myne hart thy free hold In tenour of loues seruice if thou behold With what exaction it is helde through feares And yet thy rentes extorted dayly beares Thou would not thus consume my quiets gold And yet thr couetous thou be to make Thy bewtie rich with renting me so roughlie And at such sommes thou neuer thought doest take But still consumes me then thou doest misguide all Spending in sport for which I wrought so toughlie When I had felt all torture and had tryed all And spent my stocke through streane of thine extortion Of that I had but good hopes for my portion SONNET XXI Yea but vncertaine hopes are anchors feeble When such faint-harted pilates guide my shippes Of all my fortunes ballist with hard peeble Whose doubtfull viadge proues not worth two chippes If when but one darke cloud shall dimme the skie The cables of hopes happinesse be cut When barke with thoughtes drown'd marriners shall lye Prest for the whirle poole of greefes endlesse glutte If well thou meane Parthenophe then rauishe Mine hart with doubtlesse hope of mutuall loue If otherwise then let thy tong runne lauishe For this or that am I resoulu'd to proue And both or either extasie shall moue Me rauish't end with surfet of releefe Or sencelesse daunted dye with soddeine greefe SONNET XXII From thine harts euer burning vestall fier The torch-light of two sunnes is norisht still Which in milde compasse still surmouuting hyer There orbes with circled harmonie fulfill Whose rowling wheeles runne on Meridian line And turning the turne backe the mistie night Report of which cleare wonder did incline Mine eyes to gaze vpon that vncouth light On it till I was sun-burnt did I gaze Which with a feruent agonie possest me Then did I sweate and swelt mine eyes daze Till that a burniug feuer had opprest me Which made me faint no Phisicke hath represt me For I trye all yet for to make me sound Ay me no grasse nor Phisicke may be found SONNET XXIII When with the dawning of my first delight The day light of loues delycasie mou'd me Then from my heauens disdainfull starrie light The moone-light of her chastitie reprou'd me Her forheads threatfull cloudes from hope remou'd me Till midnight rear'd on the mid-noctiall line Her hart whiles pities sleight had vndershou'd me Then did I force her downward to decline Till dawning day light chearefully did shine And by such happie reuolution drew Her mornings blush to ioyfull smiles encline And now Meridian heate dries vp my dewe There rest faire Planets stay bright orbes of heauen Still smiling at my dyall past eleuen SONNET XXIIII These mine hart-eating eyes doe neuer gaze Vpon thy sonnes harmonious marble wheeles But from these eyes through force of thy sunnes blaze Raine teares continuall whiles my faithes true steeles Tempred on anueile of thine harts could flint Strikes marrow-melting fier into mine eyes The tinder whence my passions doe not stint As matches to those sparkles which arise Which when the taper of mine hart is lighted â—…ke Salamanders nurrish in the flame 〈◊〉 the loues with my new torch delighted A wâ—…e like knattes did florish in the same But burnt their winges nor anyway could frame To flye from thence since Ioues proud byrd that beares His thunder veu'd my sunne but shed
Grecian Conquerours in fight Some valiant Romaine warres boue starres do mount With all their warlike leaders men of might Whilst some of Bryttish Arthures valure sing And register the prayse of Charlemayne And some of doughtie Godfrey tydinges bring And some the Germaine broyles and warres of Spayne In none of those my selfe I wounded finde Neither with horseman nor with man on foote But from a cleare bright eye one captaine blinde VVhose pu◅sance to resist did nothing boote With men in golden armes and dartes of golde VVounded my hart and all which did beholde SONNET LXI To none but to Prometheus me compayer From sacred heauen he stoule that holy fier I from thine eyes stoule fier my iudgements are For to be bound with cheanes of strong desier To that hard rocke of thy thrise cruell hart The ceaselesse waues which on the rockes do dash Yet neuer pearce but forced backward start Those be these endlesse teares my cheekes which wash The vulture which is by my goddesse doome Assign'd to feede vpon mine endlesse lyuer Dispaire by the procur'd which leaues no roome For Ioculus to iest with Cupides quyuer This swallowes worldes of liuers spending few But not content O god shall this be true SONNET LXII Fye fye fierce tyrant quenche this furious rage O quenche this rageous furie little god Nay mightie god my furies heate asswage Nor are thine little dartes nor brittle rodde Ah that you hadst a sweet recuring dart Or such a rodde as into health might whipp◅ mee With this to leuell at my troubled hart To warne with scourge that no bright eye might trippe mee Vayne wordes which vanish with the cloudes why speake I And bootebesse options builded with voyde ayer How oft enrag'd in hopelesse passions breake I How oft in false vaine hope and blacke dispayer How oft left liuelesse at thy cloudie frowne How oft in passion mounted and pluck't downe MADRIGALL 13. Soft louely Roselike lippes conioyn'd with mine Breathing out pretious incense such Such as at Paphos smoake to Venus shrine Making my lippes immortall with their tuche My cheekes with tuch of thy soft cheekes deuine Thy soft warme cheekes which Venus fauour much Those armes such armes which me embrac'de Me with immortall cyncture guirding rounde Of euerlasting blisse then bounde With her enfolded thighes in mine entangled And both in one selfe soule plac'de Made an Hermophrodite with pleasures rauish't There heate for heats soule for soules empyer wrāgled Why dyed not I with loue so largely lauish't For wake not finding truth of dreames before It secret vexeth tentimes more MADRIGALL 14. Ah tentimes woorse tormented then before Tentimes more pittie should'st thou take of mee I haue endur'd then sweet restore That pleasure which procur'd this paine Thou scorn'st my lynes a sainct which make of thee Where true desiers of thine hard hart complaine There thou boue stella plac'de Boue laura with ten thousand more install'd And now proude thinkes me grac'd That am to thee though mercilesse inthrall'de SONNET LXIII Ioue for Europaes loue tooke shape of Bull And for Calisto playde Dianaes parte And in a golden shower he filled full The lappe of Danae with coelestiall arte Would I were chang'd but to my mistresse gloues That those white louely fingers I might hide That I might kisse those hands which mine hart loues Or else that cheane of pearle her neckes vaine pride Made proude with her neckes vaines that I might folde About that louely necke and her pappes tickle Or her to compasse like a belt of golde Or that sweet wine which downe her throate doth trickle To kisse her lippes and lye next at her hart Runne through her vaynes and passe by pleasures part SONNET LXIIII. If all the loues were lost and should be founde And all the graces glories were decayde In thee the graces ornamentes abounde In me the loues by thy sweet graces layde And if the muses had their voyce forgone And Venus husbandes forge had lost his fier The muses voyce should by thy voyce be knowne And vulcanes heate be founde in my desier I will accuse thee to the goddes of thefte For Pallas eye and Venus rosie cheeke And Phoebes forehead which thou hast berefte Complaine of me to Cupid let him seeke In vayne for me each where and in all partes For gainst my will I stoule one of his dartes SONNET LXV Oh that I had no hart as I haue none For thou mine hartes full spirite hast possessed Then should myne argument be not of mone Then vnder loues yoke should should I not be pressed Oh that without myne eyes I had been borne Then had I not my mistresse bewtie vewed Then had I neuer been so farre forlorne Then had I neuer wep't then neuer rewed Oh that I neuer had been borne at all Or beeing had been borne of shepheardes broode Then should I not in such mischances fall Quyet my water and content my foode But now disquieted and still tormented With a duerse fate perforce must rest contented SONNET LXVI Ah sweet content where is ◅hy mylde abode Is it with shepheardes and light-harted swaynes Which sing vpon the downes and pype abroade Tending their flockes and cattell on the playnes Ah sweet content where doest thou safely rest In heauen with Angels which the prayses sing Of him that made and rules at his behest The mindes and harts of euery liuing thing Ah sweet content where doth thine harbour hold Is it in Churches with Religious men Which please the goddes with prayers manifold And in their studies meditate it then Whether thou doest in heauen or earth appeare Be where thou wilt thou will not harbour here SONNET LXVII If Cupid keepe his quiuer in thine eye And shoote at ouer-daring gasers hartes Alas why be not men afrayde and fllye As from Medusaes doubting after smartes Ah when he drawes his string none sees his bow Nor heares his golden fethred arrowes sing Ay me till it be shot no man doth know Vntill his hart be pricked with the sting Like semblance beares the musket in the field It hittes and killes vnseene till vnawares To death wounded man his body yeeld And thus a pesant Caesars glorie dares This diffrence left twixt Mars his field and loues That Cupids souldior shot more torture proues SONNET LXVIII Would God when I beheld thy bewteous face And golden tresses rich with pearle and stone Medusaes visage had appear'd in place With snakie lockes looking on me alone Then had her dreadfull charming lookes me changed Into a sencelesse stone oh were I sencelesse Then rage through rash regard had neuer ranged Whereas to loue I stood disarm'd and fencelesse Yea but that diuerse obiect of thy face In me contrarious operations wrought A mouing spirite prick't with bewties grace No pitties grace in thee which I haue sought Which makes me deeme thou didst Medusa see And should thy selfe a mouing marble bee SONNET LXIX The leauelesse branches of the liuelesse bowes Carue winters out-rage in their withered barkes The
Orient perles oh how much I admire you Not for your Orient glosse or vertues rarenesse But that you tuch her necke I much desier your Whose whitenesse so much doth your lustre cheeke As whitest Lillyes the primerose in fairenesse A necke most gorgious euen in natures barenesse Deuine rose buddes which when spring doth surrender His crowne to summer he last trophie reareth By which he from all seasons the palme beareth Faire purple crisped fouldes sweet-dew'de and tender Whose sweetnesse neuer weares though moysture weareth Sweet ripe-redde strawberryes whose heauenly sappe I would desier to sucke but loues ingender A Nectar more deuine in thy sweet pappe Oh louely tender pappes but who shall presse them Whose heauenly Nectar and Ambroseall iuyce Proceede from Viollettes sweet and Asier-like And from the matchlesse purple Flower-deluce Round-rising hilles white hilles sweet Venus blesse them Natures rich trophyes not those hilles vnlike Which that great Monarche Charles whose power did strike From thartique to th'antartique dignified With proude Plus vltra which Cerographye In vnknowne Caracters of victorye Nature hath set by which she signified Her Conquestes miracle rear'de vp on hye Soft Iuorie balles with which whom she lettes play Aboue all mortall men is magnified And wagers boue all price shall beare away Oh loues soft hilles how much I wonder you Betweene whose louely valleyes smooth and straite That glassie moisture lyes that slipperie dewe Whose courage tuch'te could dead men animate Old Nestor if betweene or vnder you He should but tuch his young yeares might renew And with all youthfull ioyes him selfe in dewe Oh smooth white satten match-lesse soft and bright More smooth then oyle more white then lillye is As hard to matche as loues mountes hillye is As soft as downe cleare as on glasse sunne-light To prayse your white my toung too much sillye is How much at your smooth soft my sence amazed is Which charmes the feeling and inchauntes the sight But yet her bright smooth white soft skinne more praysed is How oft haue I the siluer swanne commended For that eauen chesse of fethers in her wing So white and in such decent order placed When she the dolye Dirge of death did sing With her yong mournefull Cygnettes trayne attended Yet not because the milke-white winges her graced But when I thinke on my sweet Ladyes wast Whose Iuorie sides a snowye shadow giues Of her well ordred ribbes which rise in falling How oft the swanne I pittied her death calling With dreerie notes not that she so short liues And mongst the muses singes for her installing But that so cleare a white should be distayned With one that for loues sugred torment liues And makes that white a plague to louers payned Oh how oft how oft did I chide and curse The brethren windes in their power disagreeing East for vnholesome vapour South for rayne North for by snowes and whirlewindes bitter being I lou'd the West because it was the nurse To Floraes gardens and to Coeres graine Yet tentimes more these I did curse againe Because they were inconstant and vnstable In drought in moysture frostie cold and heate Here with a sunnie smile their stormie threate Much like my Ladies fancies variable How oft with feete did I the marble beate Harming my feete yet neuer hurt the stone Because like her it was impenitrable And her hartes nature with it was all one Oh that my ceaselesse sighes and teares were able To counter-charme her hart to stone conuerted I might worke miracles to chaunge againe The hard to soft that it might rew my paine But of her selfe she is so straitely skirted Falsely reputing true loud honor staine That I shall neuer â—…ue and neuer bye So many wayes her â—…de I haue experted Yet shall I liue through vertue of her eye ODE 16. Before bright Titan rais'de his teame Or louely morne with rosie cheeke VVith scarlette did'e the Easterne streame On Phoebes day first of the weeke Early my goddesse did arise VVith breathe to blesse the morning ayer Oh heauens which made deuine mine eyes Glauncing on such a Nymphe so faire VVhose heare downe-spredde in curled tresses Phoebus his glitter and beames withstood Much like him when through Cypresses He daunceth on the siluer flood Or like the golden purled downe Brooched vpon the palm-flowrd wyllowes VVhich downeward scattred from her crowne Loosely disheuel'd on loues pillowes Couering her swan-like backe below Like Iuorie match'te with purest gold Like Phoebe when on whitest snow Her guilded shadow taketh hold Her forhead was like to the rose Before Adonis prick'te his feete Oâ—… like the path to heauen which goes VVhere all the louely graces meete Cupids rich chariotte stood vnder Moyst perle about the wheeles was set Gray Achate spokes not much a funder The Axeltree of purest iâ—…tt Her seemely nose the rest which grac'de For Cupid's trophye was vprear'de Timperiall thrones where loue was plac'de VVhen of the world he would be fear'de VVhere Cupid with sweet Venus sate Her cheekes with rose and lillyes deck'te Nature vpon the coache did wate And all in order did direct Her cheekes to Damas eroses sweet In sent and colour weare so like That honnie-bees in swarmes would meete To sucke and sometimes she would strike VVith daintie plume the bees to feare And being beaten they would sting They founde such heauenly honny theare Cupid which there sate triumphing VVhen he perceiu'd the bee did sting her VVould swell for greefe and curse that bee More then the bee that sting'd his finger Yet still about her they would flee Then loue to Venus would complaine Of nature which his chariot drest Nature would it excuse againe Saying she then shew'd her skill best VVhen she dronke wine vpon her face Bacchus would daunce and spring to kisse And shadow with a blushing grace Her cheekes where louers build there blisse VVho when she dranke would blush for shame That wanton Bacchus she should vse VVho Venus brother might defame Her that should such acquaintance chuse What glosse the scarlet curtaines cast On a bed-steede of Iuorie Such like but such as much surpast All glosse her cheekes did bewtifie Her roseate lippes soft louely swelling And full of pleasure as a Cherry Her breath of deuine spices smelling Which with toung broaken would make meny Th' infernall soules and with her voyce Set heauen wide open hell gates shut Moue melancholye to reioyce And thrall'de in Paradice might put Her voyce not humaine when she speaketh I thinke some Angell or goddesse Into coelestiall tunes which breaketh Speakes like her with such chearefulnesse All byrdes and instrumentes may take There notes deuine and excellent Mellodious harmonie â—…o make From her sweet voyces least accent This we loues sanctuarie call Whence sacred sentences proceede Rould vp in soundes Angelicall Whose place sweet nature hath decreede Iust vnder Cupids ' trophye fixt Where musique hath his excellence And such sweetes with loues spirite mixt As please farre more then frankincense Thence issew forth loues
as I rent and burne so surie teares Her hardned hart which pittied not my teares The winde shaked trees make murmure in the woode The waters roare at this thrise sacred night The windes come whisking still to note her furies Trees woodes and windes a part in my plaintes bare And knew my woes now ioy to see her kindled See whence she comes with loues enrag'd and kindled The pitchye cloudes in droppes send downe there teares Owles scritche Dogges barke to see her carried bare Wolues yow le and cry Bulles bellow through the wood Rauens croape now now I feele loues fiercest furies See'st â—…hou that blacke goate brought this silent night Through emptie cloudes by 'th daughters of the night See how on him she sittes with loue rage kindled Hether perforce brought with auenge-full furies Now I waxe drousie nâ—…w cease all my teares Whilst I take rest and slumber neare this woode Ah me Parthenophe naked and bare Come blessed goate that my sweet Lady bare Where hast thou beene Parthenophe this night What could sleepe by this fier of Cypresse woode Which I much longing for thy sake haue kindled Weepe not come loues and wipe away her teares At length yet wilt thou take away my furies Ay me embrace me see those ouglye furies Come to my bed least they behold thee bare And beare thee hence the will not pittie teares And these still dwell in euerlasting night Ah loues sweet loue sweet fiers for vs hath kindled But not inflam'd with franckinsense or woode The furies they shall hence into the woode Whiles Cupid shall make calmer his hot furies And stand appeased at our fier's kindled Ioyne ioyne Parthenophe thy selfe vnbare None can perceiue vs in the silent night Now will I cease from sighes lamentes and teares And cease Parthenophe sweet cease thy teares Beare golden Apples thornes in euery woode Ioyne heauens for we conioyne this heauenly night Let Alder trees beare Apricockes dye furies And Thistles Peares which prickles lately bare Now both in one with equall flame be kindled Dye magicke bowes now dye which late were kindled Here is mine heauen loues droppe in steede of teares It ioynes it ioynes ah both embracing bare Let Nettles bring forth Roses in each â—…oede Last euer verdant woodes hence former furies Oh dye liue ioye what last continuall night Sleepe Phoebus still with Thetis rule still night I melt in loue loues marrow-flame is kindled Here will I be consum'd in loues sweet furies I melt I melt watche Cupid my loue-teares If these be furies oh let me be woode If all the fierie element I bare T is now acquitted cease your former teares For as she once with rage my bodie kindled So in hers am I buried this night FINIS TO THE RIGHT NOBLE Lord Henry Earle of Northumberland Deigne mightie Lord these verses to peruse Which my blacke mournfull muse presenteth here Blushing at her first entrance in for feare Where of her selfe her selfe she doth accuse And seeking Patronage bold meanes doth vse To shew that dewtie which in hart I beare To your thrise noble house which shall out weare Deuouring time it selfe if my poore muse Deuine aright whose vertuous excellence She craues her ruder stile to patronise Voutch-safe then noble Lord to giue defence Who when her brighter glorie shall arise Shall flye to fetche fame from her fort of brasse VVhich with your vertues through the world shall passe TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE MOST renowned and valiant Robert Earle of Essex and Ewe c. Voutchsafe thrise valiant Lord this verse to reade When time from cares of more importe permittes The too deare charge of mine vncharged wittes And that I do my lighter muses leade To kisse your sacred handes I myldely pleade For pardon where all gracious vertue sittes Since time of yoare there Lordes first fruite admittes My bashfull muse which lost her mayden-head In too deare trauell of my restlesse loue To you my Lord her first borne babe presentes Vnworthie such a patrone for her lightnesse Yet deigne her zeale though not the light contentes Till from your vertues registred aboue To make her loue more knowne she borrow brightnesse TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND VERtuous Lord Henry Earle of Southampton Receaue sweet Lord with thy thrise-sacred hande Which sacreâ—… muses make their instrument These worthlesse leaues which I to thee present Sprong from a rude and vnmanured lande That with your countenance grac'de they may withstande Hundred ey'de enuies rough encounterment Whose patronage can giue encouragement To scorne back-wounding Zoilus his bande Voutch-safe right vertuous Lord with gracious eyes Those heauenly lampes which giue the muses light Which giue and take in course that holy fier To vewe my muse with your iudiciall sight Whom when time shall haue taught by flight to rise Shall to thy vertues of much worth aspyer TO THE MOST VERTVOVS LEARned and bewtifull Lady Marie Countesse of Penbrooke Pride of our English Ladies neuer match'te Great fauourer of Phoebus of-spring In whom euen Phoebus is most florishing Muses cheefe comfort of the muses hatch'te On whom Vrania hath so long time watch'te In fames rich forte with crowne triumphing Of laurell euer-greene in lustie spring After thy mortall pilgrimage dispatch'te Vnto those Planettes where thou shal't haue place With thy late sainted brother to giue light And with harmonious Sphoeres to turne in race Voutch-safe sweet Lady with a forhead bright To shine on this poore muse whose first borne fruite That you of right would take she maketh suite TO THE RIGHT VERTVOVS AND most bewtifull Lady the Lady Straunge Sweet Lady might my humble muse presume Thy bewties rare perfection to set out Whom she pride of our English court reputes Ambitious she would assume To blazon euery where about Thy bewtie whose dumbe eloquence disputes With fayre loues Queene and her by right confutes But since there is no doubt But that thy bewties prayse which shall consume Euen time it selfe exceedeth All Bryttish Ladyes deigne my muses suites Which vnacquainted of your bewtie craues Acquaintance and proceedeth T'aproche so boldly and behaues Her selfe so rudely daunted at your â—…ght As eyes in darkenesse at a suddeine light TO THE BEAVTIFVLL LADY THE Lady Brigett Manners Rose of that garlande fayrest and sweetest Of all those sweet and faire flowers Pride of chast Cynthias rich crowne Receaue this verse thy matchlesse bewtie meetest Behold thy graces which thou greetest And all the secret powers Of thine and such like bewties here set downe Here shalt thou finde thy frowne Here thy sunnie smiling Fames plumes flye with thy loues which should be fleetest Here my toues tempestes and showers These read sweet bewtie whom my muse shall crowne Who for thee such a garland is compyling Of so deuine sentes and colours As is immortall time beguiling Your bewties most affectionate seruant BARNABE BARNES A TABLE FOR TO FINDE THE SONNETTES AND MADRIGALLES SONNET PAGE 36 And thus continu 23 46 Ah pearse-eye pear 31 Mad. 18 After Auroraes 86 59
Ah me sweet bewtie 40 Mad. 14 Ah ten times worse 43 66 Ah sweet content 45 105 Ah me how many 142 29 Blesse still the mirre 19 34 But when in may 22 37 But pittie which 23 40 But ah my plague 25 76 Be blind myne eyes 50 93 Begges loue which 60 87 Burne on sweet fier 56 49 Coole coole in waues 32 74 Cease ouer-tyred 49 79 Couetous eyes what 52 83 Darke night blacke 54 Mad. 17 Enuious ayre 67 22 From thine harts 15 Mad. 9 For glorie pleasure 34 58 Faire clitie doth 39 62 Fie fie fierce tyrant 41 94 Forth from mine 60 85 From Eastes bed 55 47 Giue me mine eyes 31 3 He when continuall 2 6 Him when I caught 4 7 Her loue to me 4 17 How then succeedeth 12 77 How can I liue 51 104 Hold matchlesse 75 101 Had I beene banish 64 5 It chaunced after 3 19 Imperious Ioue 13 31 I burne yet am 20 63 Ioue for Europaes 4â—… 67 If Cupid keepe 45 64 If all the loues were 44 103 I slept and vnder 70 Mad. 22 In center of these 71 Mad. 26 I deare not speake 73 48 I wish no rich 32 4 Laya soone sounding 2 Mad. 12 Like to the mountal 36 75 Loue is a name 49 80 Long wisht for death 52 Mad. 2 Might not this be 8 52 Me though Calio 34 72 My mistresses bew 48 84 My sweet Parthen 54 1 Mistresse behold 1 90 My mistresse armes 58 Mad. 20 My loue alas 69 33 Next when the. 21 35 Next when my 22 43 Now in my Zodia 27 53 Nymphes which in 38 Mad. 15 Natures pride 65 Mad. 1 Ah powers coelestiall 7 Mad. 3 Once in an arbour 9 Mad. 6 Oh why lou'd I. 28 44 Oh dâ—…t and thunder 29 65 Oh that I had no. 44 81 Oh kingly ielousie 53 86 Oh fier rage 55 97 Oh why should enuy 62 42 Passe all ah no. 26 100 Pleading for pittie 63 Mad. 23 Phoebus rich 72 9 So did Parthenophe 5 28 So be my labours 18 30 So this continuall 19 32 Scarce twise seuen 20 45 Sweet bewties rose 30 Mad. 5 Such straunge 27 Mad. 16 Sleepe Phoebus still 66 50 So warble out 33 Mad. 13 Soft louely rose-like 48 96 The sunne in Pisces 61 8 Then to Parthenophe 5 Mad. 4 There had my 10 98 The sunne my 62 14 Then him control 10 20 These eyes thy bew 14 24 These mine hart 16 25 Then count it not 17 99 This carefull head 63 39 Then from her 25 Mad. 10 Thou scald my 35 Mad. 11 Thine eyes mine 36 56 The dâ—…all loue 38 57 Thy bewtie is the. 39 61 To none but to 41 69 The leauelesse 46 71 Those heares of Aâ—…g 47 78 The proudest Plan. 51 82 The chariot with 53 91 These bitter gustes 59 95 Thou bright beame 61 Mad. 24 Thus as she was 72 Mad. 19 Thy laâ—…es conceites 69 2 Whilst with strong 1 11 Why didst thou then 6 12 Vext with th' assaulâ—…s 8 102 Vayne gallants 64 13 When none of these 9 15 Where or to whom 11 18 Write write helpe 13 23 When with the dow 15 26 When louely wrath 17 27 Why do I draw 18 38 When thine hart 24 41 When my sonne 26 Mad. 8 Why am I thus 29 53 Why do I draw 37 54 When I was yong 37 60 Whilest some the. 40 68 Would God when 46 70 VVhat can these 47 73 VVhy did rich 48 89 What be those 57 92 Wilt thou know 59 Mad. 21 When this coelestiall 70 Mad. 25 Whilst these two 73 88 Within thine eyes 56 10 Yet giue me leaue 6 16 Ye that accursed 12 21 Ye but vncertaine 14 Mad. 7 Youthes wanton 28 ELEGIES AND ODES ELE. OD PAGE 5 Are you so waspish 78 16 Ah were my teares 90 Ode 4 Bacchus father 108 6 Behold these 97 Ode 16 Before bright Titan. 130 Ode 9 Behold out walking 116 8 Cease sorrow cease 80 17 Deare mistresse 91 Sest 4 Eccho what 135 Ode 14 Harke all you louely 124 21 Happie depart 95 Sest 2 In sweetest pride 103 Ode 8 In a shadie groue 114 10 In quiet silence 83 18 If neither loue 92 Ode 11 Louely maya 118 2 Oh that some 176 ELE. OD PAGE Ode 6 Oh faire sweete 110 Ode 12 One night I did 121 Ode 13 On the plaines 123 Ode 20 Oh sweet pittielesse 141 12 Oh neuer can I see 85 15 Oh deare rememb 89 20 Oh deare vexation 94 Ode 18 Oh that I could 140 Ode 5 Parthenophe see 109 Ode 17 Reueale sweet 137 3 Sweet thraldome 77 Ode 2 Speake Eccho tell 105 Canz. 3 Sweet is the couslip 126 Canz. 2 Sing fing Partheno 105 13 Swift Atalanta 87 Sest 5 Then first with 143 4 This day sweet mist. 77 Ode 15 Vulcan in Lemnos 125 Ode 3 Vpon an holy saintes 107 〈◊〉 1 VVhy did the milke 75 〈◊〉 1 VVhen I waked 74 Ode 1 When I walke 104 Ode 7 VVhen I did thinke 113 10 Why doth heauen 117 Ode 19 Why should I weepe 141 9 With humble suite 92 14 When I remember 88 11 Was it decreede 84 7 Youth full of errour 80 Sest 3 You loathed fieldes 120 Faultes escaped in Printing Sonn 1â—… for comon come on Mad. 2. for wake tâ—…e make thee Idem for make thee wake thee Mad. 3 for chirping cheeping Idem for culles calles Mad. 4. for places place Son 15. 8. line for sencelesse sencelesse Son 16 for rageth ragen Idem for searcheth searseth Son 17. for brimmes trimmes Son 20. line 14 for of on Son 23. for past eleueÌ„ next eleuen Son 24. for knattes gâ—…attes Son 28. line 5. for atin'd and Sonnet 46. for mountaines cleanes mountaines hyllye cleaues Son 48 for Affâ—…ricke Affricke Son 51. â—…ine 10. for stould should Son 52. praze raze praise raise Mad. 9. for vertuous vertues Son 47 for wounded man the wouâ—…ded man Son 73. for yea yet Son 76. line 13. for any my Son 72. for marched matched Son 84. for soule fowle Son 87. breast caÌ„ beare leg semel Son 98. for none aspier none dare aspier Mad. 17. for vâ—…pour vapour Mad. 18. for pricklesse arose prickles arose Eleg. 12. lillyes adorne for lillyes shall adorne Elegie 9. Lancade an for Leucadean Eleg. 12 for câ—…iuer contriuer Eleg. 6. for with which Eleg 7 for will well Idem line 16 for with which Canz. 1. line 19. for thoe thee Idem for whatsoeuer whatsoeare Sest 2. for all glories all her glories Ode 8. for they which flowers They with flowers Ode 7. for dare my might dar'de my might Ode 8. for which layâ—… with laya Ode 10. for please the pleaseth Ode 11. for her sette her to sette Canz. 3. for shere sweet there sweet Ode 16 â—…'imperiall for th' imperiall Idem if it be nye for if it be nye Sest 4. for Ayo theÌ„ Ay then Ode 16 for Oâ—… like the Oâ—…â—…ke the. Ode 19 for masse assault make assault Sest 5. for disheueled hare dâ—…sheueled and bare Idem for tree true loue 〈◊〉 â—…hree true louers Idem line 50 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 furies Idem for still shill.