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A19945	A poetical rapsodie containing: diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigals, epigrams, pastorals, eglogues, with other poems, both in rime and measured verse. For varietie and pleasure, the like neuer yet published.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1611 (1611)	STC 6375; ESTC S105119	99,741	216

But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To pleade for loue and cleere my selfe with all What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my minde afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard for which I thinke I die Thine angrie tongue all kind of loue defie Yet is my life vpon thy promise staid By which thou hast assur'd me of thy loue And though thereby my heate be not allaide No stay of flight where gaine is still aboue Yet since thy heart can yeeld to loue no more I rest content although I die therefore Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numina votis A repentant Poeme Though late my heart yet turne at last And shape thy course another way T' is better lose thy labour past Then follow on to sure decav What though thou long haue straid away In hope of grace for mercy cry Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe And keepe thee grou'ling on the ground Though blacke despaire with angrie frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue bene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to flouds of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angrie Iudges ea●…es And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleede streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angrie Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall ●…hy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to flie Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sin is too too strong I strine to rise sin keeps me downe I fly from sin sin followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne VVeake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Frier Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of Saint Clou neere Paris adioyning to the house where he was slaine Adsta viator dole Regum vicem Cor Regis isto conditum est sub marmore Qui iura Gallis iura Sarmatis dedit Tectus Cucullo hunc sustulit Sicarius Abi Viator dole Regum vicem Th●…s Paraphastically Englished WHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and while the hap of kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That ru'ld the fickle French and ●…olackes bold Whom with a mightie worlike host attended With traiterous knife a coused monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. Addit per Cha. Best Arm. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last French King THat we should more bewaile the hap of kings Great Henry Bo●…bons death occasion brings To Henry Valois ne●…t crownd King of France Next both in bloud in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth wa●…s did his manhood spend His old a●…e peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did wi●… His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies heere Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yeare Our coines refinde in Ireland tamde Belgia protected Friended France foiled Spaine and Pope reiected Princes found her powerfull the world vertuous Her subiects wise and iust and God religious God hath her soule the world her admiration Subiects her good deeds Princes her imitation Vnions Iewell Diuers rare gems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarites in thy Iewell stand Matildaes three three Ianes of regall line Two royall Maries two Elizaes and One Isbell Anne Sibill and Margery All royall gems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Durstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line VVhom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take VVhose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioine Scots Saxon Norman bloud in our Kings line For their child Mawde our first Henry did marry Of them Matild our said Empresse did spring By whose second husband our Kings did carry Name of great Plantagenet then Scots King First Alexander did Sibilla wed VVho sprong from our VVilliam conquerors bed The third Matild their first king Dauid maried Earle VValdoffes daughter neece to great K VVilliam Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry An other Margret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margret spring VVho by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our king To haue married to his sonne would haue bene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death sayd nay VVhich onely this great vnion then did stay Though that most noble and victorious king This naturall vnion could not then aduance Another he as great t' effect did bring VVhen he his sonne maried to the heire of France Isbell by whom since all our kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of the haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent VVith second Dauid spending there her life He did the child of second Edward marry As third Alexander did of our third Harry Without issue they died then Margery Their first King Roberts daughter Bruse by name Scots Queene by birth must needs remembred be By whom Lord Stewart did encrease his fame From them second Robert Iames Stewart from him Third Robert namde whence first Iames did begin A valiant Prince who spent his youthfull prime In martiall deeds with our fift Henry in France To whom our sixt king Henry in his time Iane our third Edwards grandchild did aduance In mariage she of Henry Bewford sprong Somersets Earle was vertuous faire and yong Fifth Margaret Richmonds Countes forth did bring Our seuenth Henry who one diuision ended With Eliza heire of our fourth Edward king From both whom great'st Margret of all descended From whom and fourth Iames fift Iames Scottish king And from him Mary Scots last Queene did spring Fourth Iames being dead Margret did Douglas marry They a daughter Margret had Earle Lyneux wife Whose sonne Lord Darnley married their last Mary Of whom comes Charles Iames finisher of strife Who with Anne makes vnion by the childlesse death Of our Queenes Mary and Elizabeth The rarest pearles and richest Margarits all Which euer did in any Iewell stand The rarest Iewell too and most Angelicall Almost made vp by God and Natures hand By men to be finisht to this Isle sent Then to be worne for her best ornament A Panegyricke to my soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since

boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheepe feed safely round about Breake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld Sing now no more the songs of Colin Clout Lament the end ●…f all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy Sidney is dead That wont to lead Our flocks and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could we sing VVell dance spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nimphs from out their bowers How haue they laine the tender grasse along And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan Striuing with VVilly nothing wan Me thinks I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden locks the Lawrell crowne And so to raise Our VVilies praise Bedeckt his head and softly set him downe The learned Muses flocke to heare his skill And quite forgot their water wood and mount They thoght his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies Pipe they made account He song they seemd in ioy to flow He ceast they seem'd to weepe for woe The rurall rout All round about Like Bees came swarming thicke to heare him sing Ne could they thinke On meate or drinke VVhile VVillies musicke in their eares did ring But now alas such pleasant mirth is past Apollo weepes the Muses rend their haire No ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathlesse corps lies on the beare That selfe same hand that reft his life Hath turnd shepheards peace to strife Our ioy is fled Our life is dead Our hope our helpe our glory all is gone Our Poets praise Our happy daies And nothing left but griefe to thinke thereon What Thames what Seuerne or what westerne Seas Shall giue me flouds of trickling teares to shed What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease O that mine eyes were fountaines in my head Ah Collin I lament thy case For thee remaines no hope of grace The best reliefe Of Poets griefe Is dead and wrapt full cold in filthy clay And nought remaines To ease our paines But hope of death to rid vs hence away Phillis thine is the greatest griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with atrue-loues knot addrest And all that erst thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe shall aye remaine The Sun bright That falles to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas thy Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares aboue the banke The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The beasts vnfed go mourning all in ranks The Sunne denies the Earth his light The spring is kil'd with winters might The flowers spill The birds are still No voyce of ioy is heard in any place The medowes greene A change haue seene And Flora hides her pale disfigur'd face Watch now ye shepheards boyes with waking eye And loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing Vnhappy skill what good is got thereby But painted praise that can no profit bring If skill could moue the sisters three Our Willy still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazd flood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both Pipe and Skill The sisters spil So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flatt'ring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rau'ning Wolues do ie●… in Weathers skin We deemd our Willy aye should liue So sweet a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweet to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come now ye shepheards daughters come no more To heare the songs that Cuddy wont to sing Hoarse is my Muse my throat with crying sore These woods with eccho of my griefe do ring Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reeds be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my Deare All Pipe and song Ivtterly forsweare Thenot. A lacke and weladay may shepheards crie Our Willy dead our Collin kild with care Who shall not loath to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Aye how his rufull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest my smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sory looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that stream'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest But ●…ie we homeward night approcheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skies appeare A. W. II. EGLOGVE Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heardman sit by mee And tune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnderneath this willow tree To shield the hote Sun-shine Where I haue made my Summer bower For proofe of Summer beames And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames VVhere gentle Daphne once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble heart behinde That should her garland dight And she sweet soule the more vnkind To set true loues so light But whereas others beare the Bell As in her fauour blest Her shepheard loueth her as well As those whom she loues best Heard-man ALas poore Pastor I finde Thy loue is lodg'd so high That on thy flocke thou hast no minde But feed'st a wanton eye If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire Be sure that farre aboue thy lot Thy liking doth aspire To loue so sweet a Nimph as shee And looke for loue againe Is Fortune fitting high degree Not for a shepheards swaine For she of Lordly lad's becoyd And sought of great estates Her fauour scornes to be enioyd By vs poore lowly Mates VVherefore I warne thee to be wise Go with me to my walke Where lowly lasses be not nice There like and chuse thy Make. Where are no pearles nor gold to view No pride of silken sight But peticoats of Scarlet hew Which vaile the skin snow-white There truest Lasses beene to get For loue and little cost There sweet desire is paide his det And labour seldome lost Shepheard NO Heardman no thou rau'st too lowd Our trade so vile to hold My weed as great a heart doth shrowd As his that 's clad in gold And take the truth that I thee tell This song faire Daphne sings That Cupid will be seru'd as well Of Shepheards as of Kings For proofe whereof old bookes record That Venus Queene of loue Would set aside her warlike Lord And youthfull Pastors proue How Paris was as well belou'd A simple shepheards Boy As after

when that he was prou'de King Priams Sonne of Troy And therefore haue I better hope As had those Lads of y'ore My courage takes as large a scope Although their haps were more And for thou shalt not deeme I iest And b eare a mind more base No meaner hope shall haunt my brest Then dearest Daphnes grace My mind no other thought retaines Mine eye nought else a●…mires My hart no other passion straine Nor other hap desires My muse of nothing else entreates My Pipe nought else can sound My veines no other feauer heates Such faith 's in shepheards found Heard-man AH Shepheard then I see with griefe thy care is past all cure No remedy for thy releefe But patiently endure Thy wonted liberty is fled Fond sancy breeds thy bane Thy sense of folly brought a bed Thy wit is in the wane I can but sorrow for thy sake Since loue lulls thee asleepe And whist out of thy dreame thou wake God shield thy straying sheepe Thy wretched flocke may rue and curse This proud desire of thine Whose wofull state from bad to worse Thy carelesse eie will pine And euen as they thy selfe likewise With them shalt weare and wast To see the spring before thine eies Thou thirsty canst not tast Content thee therefore with conceit VVhere others gaine the grace And thinke thy fortune at the height To see but Daphnes face Although thy truth deserued well Reward aboue the rest Thy haps shall be but meanes to tell How other men are blest So gentle Shepheard farewell now Be warned by my reed For I see written in thy brow Thy hart for loue doth bleed Yet longer with thee would I stay If ought would doe thee good But nothing can the heat allay Where loue enflames the blood Shepheard THen Heardman since it is my lot and my good liking such Striue not to breake the faithfull knot that thinks no paine too much For what contents my Daphnes best I neuer will despise So she but wish my soule good rest when death shall close mine eies Then heardman farewell once againe for now the day is fled So might thy cares poore shepheards Swaine flie from thy carefull head IIII. Eglogue Concerning olde age The beginning and end of this Eglogue are wanting Perin FOr when thou art not as thou wont of y'ore No cause why life should please thee any more Whilome I was in course of former yeares Ere freezing Eld had coold my youthly rage Of mickle worth among my shepheards Peeres Now for I am some-dele ' ystept in age For pleasance strength and beauty giunes asswage Each little heard-groome laughs my wrinkled face Each bonny lasse for Cuddy shunnes the place For all this woe none can we iustly twight But hatefull ●…ld the foe to pleasant rest Which like a theese doth rob vs of delight Wrenocke Perin enough few words be alwaies best Needs must be borne that cannot be redrest Se fe am I as thon seest in thilke estate The griefe is eath to beare that haz a mate But sicker for to speake the truth indeed Thou seemst to blame that blameles seemes to me And hurtlesse Eld to s●…eb ill mought he speed That slayes the dog for wolues so wicked be The faults of men thou lai'st on age I see For which if Eld were in it selfe to blame Then I and al my Peares should tast the same Perin Wrenocke I weene thou doat'st through rusty Eld And think'st with fained words to bleare mine eye Thou for thy store art euer blesfull held Thy heapes of gold nill let thee sorrow spie Thy flocks full safe here vnder shade doe lie Thy weanlings fat thine ewes with bladder blowne A iollier Shepheard haue we seldome knowne Wrenock For thilke my store great Pan y'herried be But if for thy mine age with ioy I beare How fals it that thy selfe vnlike to me Art vexed so with griefe and bootelesse feare Thy store will let thee sleepe on either eare But neither want makes age to wisemen hard Nor fooles by wealth from grieuous paines are bar'd Perin Seest not how free yond' Lambkin skips and plaies And wags his taile and buts with tender head All for he feeles the heate of youngthly daies Which secret law of kind hath inly bred Thilke ewe from whom all ioy with youth is fled See how it hangs the head as it would weepe Whilome it skipt vneaths now may it creepe Wrenock No fellowship hath state of beasts with man In them is nought but strength of lim and bone Which ends with age as it with age began But man they sai'ne as other creature none Hath vncouth fire conuaid from heauen by one His name I wist that yeelds him inward light Sike fire as Welkin shewes in winter night Which neither age nor time can weare away Which waxeth bett ' for vse as Shepheards Crooke That euer shineth brighter day by day Also though wrinkled seemes the aged looke Bright shines the fire that from the Stars we tooke And sooth to say thilke ewe laments the paine That thilke same wanton Lambe is like sustaine Perin Ah Thenot be not all thy teeth on edge To see youngths folke to sport in pastimes gay To pitch the barre to throw the waighty sledge To dance with Phillis all the holy-day To hunt by day the Fox by night the Gray Sike peerelesse pleasures wont vs for to queeme Now lig we laide as drownde in heauy dreame Deest SONNETS ODES ELEGIES MADRIGALS ANDEPIGRAMs By Francis Dauison And Walter Dauison Brethren A compiaint of which all the staues end with the words of the first like a Sestine 1 YE ghastly groues that heare my wofull cries Whose shady leaues doe shake to heare my paine Thou siluer streame that dost with teares lament The cruell chance that doth my griefe increase Ye chirping birds whose cheareles not es declare That ye bewaile the woes I feele in minde Beare witnesse how with care I doe consume And heare the cause why thus I pine away 2 Loue is the cause that makes me pine away And makes you heare the Eccho of my cries Through griefes encrease And though the cause of paine Which doth enforce me still thus to lament Proceede from loue and though my paine increase By daily cries which doe that paine declare And witnesse are of my afflicted mind Yet cry I will till crying me consume 3 For as the fire the stubble doth consume And as the winde doth driue the dust away So pensiue hearts are spent with dolefull cryes And cares distract the minde with pinching paine But all in vaine I doe my cares lament My sorrow doth my sobs sighs teares encrease Though sobs sighes teares my torments doe decl●…re Sobs sighes nor teares moue not her flintie minde 4 I am cast out of her vngratefull minde And she hath sworne I shall in vaine consume My weary dayes my life must wast away Consum'd with paine and worne with restlesse cries So Philomele too much opprest with paine By his misdeede that