any sensuall feast with thee alone But my fiue wits nor my fiue sences can Diswade one foolish heart from seruing thee Who leaues vnswai'd the likenesse of a man Thy proud hearts slaue and vassall wretch to be Onely my plague thus farre I count my gaine That she that makes me sinne awards me paine 142 LOue is my sinne and thy deare vertue hate Hate of my sinne grounded on sinfull louing O but with mine compare thou thine owne state And thou shalt finde it merrits not reproouing Or if it do not from those lips of thine That haue prophan'd their scarlet ornaments And seald false bonds of loue as oft as mine Robd others beds reuenues of their rents Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou'st those Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes Thy pitty may deserue to pittied bee If thou doost seeke to haue what thou doost hide By selfe example mai'st thou be denide 143 LOe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch One of her fethered creatures broake away Sets downe her babe and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would haue stay Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace Cries to catch her whose busie care is bent To follow that which flies before her face Not prizing her poore infants discontent So runst thou after that which flies from thee Whilst I thy babe chace thee a farre behind But if thou catch thy hope turne back to me And play the mothers part kisse me be kind So will I pray that thou maist haue thy Will If thou turne back and my loude crying still 144 TWo loues I haue of comfort and dispaire Which like two spirits do sugiest me still The better angell is a man right faire The worser spirit a woman collour'd il To win me soone to hell my femall euill Tempteth my better angel from my sight And would corrupt my saint to be a diuel Wooing his purity with her fowle pride And whether that my angel be turn'd finde Suspect I may yet not directly tell But being both from me both to each friend I gesse one angel in an others hel Yet this shal I nere know but liue in doubt Till my bad angel fire my good one out 145 THose lips that Loues owne hand did make Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate To me that languisht for her sake But when she saw my wofull state Straight in her heart did mercie come Chiding that tongue that euer sweet Was vsde in giuing gentle dome And tought it thus a new to greete I hate she alterd with an end That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night who like a fiend From heauen to hell is flowne away I hate from hate away she threw And sau'd my life saying not you 146 POore soule the center of my sinfull earth My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth Painting thy outward walls so costlie gay Why so large cost hauing so short a lease Dost thou vpon thy fading mansion spend Shall wormes inheritors of this excesse Eate vp thy charge is this thy bodies end Then soule liue thou vpon thy seruants losse And let that pine to aggrauat thy store Buy tearmes diuine in selling houres of drosse Within be fed without be rich no more So shalt thou feed on death that feeds on men And death once dead ther 's no more dying then 147 MY loue is as a feauer longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease Feeding on that which doth preserue the ill Th' vncertaine sicklie appetite to please My reason the Phisition to my loue Angry that his prescriptions are not kept Hath left me and I desperate now approoue Desire is death which Phisick did except Past cure I am now Reason is past care And frantick madde with euer-more vnrest My thoughts and my discourse as mad mens are At random from the truth vainely exprest For I haue sworne thee faire and thought thee bright Who art as black as hell as darke as night 148 O Me what eyes hath loue put in my head Which haue no correspondence with true sight Or if they haue where is my iudgment fled That censures falsely what they see aright If that be faire whereon my false eyes dote What meanes the world to say it is not so If it be not then loue doth well denote Loues eye is not so true as all mens no How can it O how can loues eye be true That is so vext with watching and with teares No maruaile then though I mistake my view The sunne it selfe sees not till heauen cleeres O cunning loue with teares thou keepst me blinde Least eyes well seeing thy foule faults should finde 149 CAnst thou O cruell say I loue thee not When I against my selfe with thee pertake Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot Am of my selfe all tirant for thy sake Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend On whom froun'st thou that I doe faune vpon Nay if thou lowrst on me doe I not spend Reuenge vpon my selfe with present mone What merrit do I in my selfe respect That is so proude thy seruice to dispise When all my best doth worship thy defect Commanded by the motion of thine eyes But loue hate on for now I know thy minde Those that can see thou lou'st and I am blind 150 OH from what powre hast thou this powrefull might VVith insufficiency my heart to sway To make me giue the lie to my true sight And swere that brightnesse doth not grace the day Whence hast thou this becomming of things il That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That in my minde thy worst all best exceeds Who taught thee how to make me loue thee more The more I heare and see iust cause of hate Oh though I loue what others doe abhor VVith others thou shouldst not abhor my state If thy vnworthinesse raisd loue in me More worthy I to be belou'd of thee 151 LOue is too young to know what conscience is Yet who knowes not conscience is borne of loue Then gentle cheater vrge not my amisse Least guilty of my faults thy sweet selfe proue For thou betraying me I doe betray My nobler part to my grose bodies treason My soule doth tell my body that he may Triumph in loue flesh staies no farther reason But rysing at thy name doth point out thee As his triumphant prize proud of this pride He is contented thy poore drudge to be To stand in thy affaires fall by thy side No want of conscience hold it that I call Her loue for whose deare loue I rise and fall 152 IN louing thee thou know'st I am forsworne But thou art twice forsworne to me loue swearing In act thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne In vowing new hate after new loue bearing But why of two othes breach doe I accuse
thee When I breake twenty I am periur'd most For all my vowes are othes but to misuse thee And all my honest faith in thee is lost For I haue sworne deepe othes of thy deepe kindnesse Othes of thy loue thy truth thy constancie And to inlighten thee gaue eyes to blindnesse Or made them swere against the thing they see For I haue sworne thee faire more periurde eye To swere against the truth so foule a lie 153 CVpid laid by his brand and fell a sleepe A maide of Dyans this aduantage found And his loue-kindling fire did quickly steepe In a could vallie-fountaine of that ground Which borrowd from this holie fire of loue A datelesse liuely heat still to indure And grew a seething bath which yet men proue Against strang malladies a soueraigne cure But at my mistres eie loues brand new fired The boy for triall needes would touch my brest I sick withall the helpe of bath desired And thether hied a sad distemperd guest But found no cure the bath for my helpe lies Where Cupid got new fire my mistres eye 154 THe little Loue-God lying once a sleepe Laid by his side his heart inflaming brand Whilst many Nymphes that vou'd chast life to keep Came tripping by but in her maiden hand The fayrest votary tooke vp that fire Which many Legions of true hearts had warm'd And so the Generall of hot desire Was sleeping by a Virgin hand disarm'd This brand she quenched in a coole Well by Which from loues fire tooke heat perpetuall Growing a bath and healthfull remedy For men diseasd but I my Mistrisse thrall Came there for cure and this by that I proue Loues fire heates water water cooles not loue FINIS A Louers complaint BY WILLIAM SHAKE-SPEARE FRom off a hill whose concaue wombe reworded A plaintfull story from a sistring vale My spirrits t' attend this doble voyce accorded And downe I laid to list the sad tun'd tale Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale Tearing of papers breaking rings a twaine Storming her world with sorrowes wind and raine Vpon her head a plattid hiue of straw Which fortified her visage from the Sunne Whereon the thought might thinke sometime it saw The carkas of a beauty spent and donne Time had not sithed all that youth begun Nor youth all quit but spight of heauens fell rage Some beauty peept through lettice of sear'd age Oft did she heaue her Napkin to her eyne Which on it had conceited charecters Laundring the silken figures in the brine That seasoned woe had pelleted in teares And often reading what contents it beares As often shriking vndistinguisht wo In clamours of all size both high and low Some-times her leueld eyes their carriage ride As they did battry to the spheres intend Sometime diuerted their poore balls are tide To th'orbed earth sometimes they do extend Their view right on anon their gases lend To euery place at once and no where fixt The mind and sight distractedly commxit Her haire nor loose nor ti'd in formall plat Proclaimd in her a carelesse hand of pride For some vntuck'd descended her sheu'd hat Hanging her pale and pined cheeke beside Some in her threeden fillet still did bide And trew to bondage would not breake from thence Though slackly braided in loose negligence A thousand fauours from a maund she drew Of amber christall and of bedded Iet Which one by one she in a riuer threw Vpon whose weeping margent she was set Like vsery applying wet to wet Or Monarches hands that lets not bounty fall Where want cries some but where excesse begs all Of folded schedulls had she many a one Which she perus'd sighd tore and gaue the flud Crackt many a ring of Posied gold and bone Bidding them find their Sepulchers in mud Found yet mo letters sadly pend in blood With sleided silke feate and affectedly Enswath'd and seald to curious secrecy These often bath'd she in her fluxiue eies And often kist and often gaue to teare Cried O false blood thou register of lies What vnapproued witnes doost thou beare Inke would haue seem'd more blacke and damned heare This said in top of rage the lines she rents Big discontent so breaking their contents A reuerend man that graz'd his cattell ny Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew Of Court of Cittie and had let go by The swiftest houres obserued as they flew Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew And priuiledg'd by age desires to know In breefe the grounds and motiues of her wo. So slides he downe vppon his greyned bat And comely distant sits he by her side When hee againe desires her being satte Her greeuance with his hearing to deuide If that from him there may be ought applied Which may her suffering extasie asswage T is promist in the charitie of age Father she saies though in mee you behold The iniury of many a blasting houre Let it not tell your Iudgement I am old Not age but sorrow ouer me hath power I might as yet haue bene a spreading flower Fresh to my selfe if I had selfe applyed Loue to my selfe and to no Loue beside But wo is mee too early I atttended A youthfull suit it was to gaine my grace O one by natures outwards so commended That maidens eyes stucke ouer all his face Loue lackt a dwelling and made him her place And when in his faire parts shee didde abide Shee was new lodg'd and newly Deified His browny locks did hang in crooked curles And euery light occasion of the wind Vpon his lippes their silken parcels hurles What 's sweet to do to do wil aptly find Each eye that saw him did inchaunt the minde For on his visage was in little drawne What largenesse thinkes in parradise was sawne Smal shew of man was yet vpon his chinne His phenix downe began but to appeare Like vnshorne veluet on that termlesse skin Whose bare out-brag'd the web it seem'd to were Yet shewed his visage by that cost more deare And nice affections wauering stood in doubt If best were as it was or best without His qualities were beautious as his forme For maiden tongu'd he was and thereof free Yet if men mou'd him was he such a storme As oft twixt May and Aprill is to see When windes breath sweet vnruly though they bee His rudenesse so with his authoriz'd youth Did liuery falsenesse in a pride of truth Wel could hee ride and often men would say That horse his mettell from his rider takes Proud of subiection noble by the swaie What rounds what bounds what course what stop he makes And controuersie hence a question takes Whether the horse by him became his deed Or he his mannad'g by 'th wel doing Steed But quickly on this side the verdict went His reall habitude gaue life and grace To appertainings and to ornament Accomplisht in him-selfe not in his case All ayds them-selues made fairer by their place Can for addicions yet their purpos'd trimme Peec'd not his grace but were al
the mountaine tops with soueraine eie Kissing with golden face the meddowes greene Guilding pale streames with heauenly alcumy Anon permit the basest cloudes to ride With ougly rack on his celestiall face And from the for-lorne world his visage hide Stealing vnseene to west with this disgrace Euen so my Sunne one early morne did shine With all triumphant splendor on my brow But out alack he was but one houre mine The region cloude hath mask'd him from me now Yet him for this my loue no whit disdaineth Suns of the world may staine whē heauens sun stainteh 34 WHy didst thou promise such a beautious day And make me trauaile forth without my cloake To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke T is not enough that through the cloude thou breake To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face For no man well of such a salue can speake That heales the wound and cures not the disgrace Nor can thy shame giue phisicke to my griefe Though thou repent yet I haue still the losse Th' offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe To him that beares the strong offenses losse Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds And they are ritch and ransome all ill deeds 35 NO more bee greeu'd at that which thou hast done Roses haue thornes and siluer fountaines mud Cloudes and eclipses staine both Moone and Sunne And loathsome canker liues in sweetest bud All men make faults and euen I in this Authorizing thy trespas with compare My selfe corrupting saluing thy amisse Excusing their sins more then their sins are For to thy sensuall fault I bring in sence Thy aduerse party is thy Aduocate And gainst my selfe a lawfull plea commence Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet theefe which sourely robs from me 36 LEt me confesse that we two must be twaine Although our vndeuided loues are one So shall those blots that do with me remaine Without thy helpe by me be borne alone In our two loues there is but one respect Though in our liues a seperable spight Which though it alter not loues sole effect Yet doth it steale sweet houres from loues delight I may not euer-more acknowledge thee Least my bewailed guilt should do thee shame Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me Vnlesse thou take that honour from thy name But doe not so I loue thee in such sort As thou being mine mine is thy good report 37 AS a decrepit father takes delight To see his actiue childe do deeds of youth So I made lame by Fortunes dearest spight Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth For whether beauty birth or wealth or wit Or any of these all or all or more Intitled in their parts do crowned sit I make my loue ingrafted to this store So then I am not lame poore nor dispis'd Whilst that this shadow doth such substance giue That I in thy abundance am suffic'd And by a part of all thy glory liue Looke what is best that best I wish in thee This wish I haue then ten times happy me 38 HOw can my Muse want subiect to inuent While thou dost breath that poor'st into my verse Thine owne sweet argument to excellent For euery vulgar paper to rehearse Oh giue thy selfe the thankes if ought in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight For who 's so dumbe that cannot write to thee When thou thy selfe dost giue inuention light Be thou the tenth Muse ten times more in worth Then those old nine which rimers inuocate And he that calls on thee let him bring forth Eternal numbers to out-liue long date If my slight Muse doe please these curious daies The paine be mine but thine shal be the praise 39 OH how thy worth with manners may I singe When thou art all the better part of me What can mine owne praise to mine owne selfe bring And what is 't but mine owne when I praise thee Euen for this let vs deuided liue And our deare loue loose name of single one That by this seperation I may giue That due to thee which thou deseru'st alone Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue Were it not thy foure leisure gaue sweet leaue To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue VVhich time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue And that thou teachest how to make one twaine By praising him here who doth hence remaine 40 TAke all my loues my loue yea take them all What hast thou then more then thou hadst before No loue my loue that thou maist true loue call All mine was thine before thou hadst this more Then if for my loue thou my loue receiuest I cannot blame thee for my loue thou vsest But yet be blam'd if thou this selfe deceauest By wilfull taste of what thy selfe refusest I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe Although thou steale thee all my pouerty And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe To beare loues wrong then hates knowne iniury Lasciuious grace in whom all il wel showes Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes 41 THose pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am some-time absent from thy heart 〈…〉 full well befits For still temptation followes where thou art Gentle thou art and therefore to be wonne Beautious thou art therefore to be assailed And when a woman woes what womans sonne Will sourely leaue her till he haue preuailed Aye me but yet thou mighst my seate forbeare And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth Who lead thee in their ryot euen there Where thou art forst to breake a two-fold truth Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee Thine by thy beautie beeing false to me 42 THat thou hast her it is not all my griefe And yet it may be said I lou'd her deerely That she hath thee is of my wayling cheefe A losse in loue that touches me more neerely Louing offendors thus I will excuse yee Thou doost loue her because thou knowst I loue her And for my sake euen so doth she abuse me Suffring my friend for my sake to approoue her If I loose thee my losse is my loues gaine And loosing her my friend hath found that losse Both finde each other and I loose both twaine And both for my sake lay on me this crosse But here 's the ioy my friend and I are one Sweete flattery then she loues but me alone 43 WHen most I winke then doe mine eyes best see For all the day they view things vnrespected But when I sleepe in dreames they looke on thee And darkely bright are bright in darke directed Then thou whose shaddow shaddowes doth make bright How would thy shadowes forme forme happy show To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light When to vn-seeing eyes thy shade shines so How would I say mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the liuing day When in dead night their faire imperfect shade Through
Nor gates of steele so strong but time decayes O fearefull meditation where alack Shall times best Iewell from times chest lie hid Or what strong hand can hold his swift foote back Or who his spoile or beautie can forbid O none vnlesse this miracle haue might That in black inck my loue may still shine bright 66 TYr'd with all these for restfull death I cry As to behold desert a begger borne And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie And purest faith vnhappily forsworne And gilded honor shamefully misplast And maiden vertue rudely strumpeted And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd And strength by limping sway disabled And arte made tung-tide by authoritie And Folly Doctor-like controuling skill And simple-Truth miscalde Simplicitie And captiue-good attending Captaine ill Tyr'd with all these from these would I be gone Saue that to dye I leaue my loue alone 67 AH wherefore with infection should he liue And with his presence grace impietie That sinne by him aduantage should atchiue And lace it selfe with his societie Why should false painting immitate his cheeke And steale dead seeing of his liuing hew Why should poore beautie indirectly seeke Roses of shaddow since his Rose is true Why should he liue now nature banckrout is Beggerd of blood to blush through liuely vaines For she hath no exchecker now but his And proud of many liues vpon his gaines O him she stores to show what welth she had In daies long since before these last so bad 68 THus is his cheeke the map of daies out-worne When beauty liu'd and dy'ed as flowers do now Before these bastard signes of faire were borne Or durst inhabit on a liuing brow Before the goulden tresses of the dead The right of sepulchers were shorne away To liue a scond life on second head Ere beauties dead fleece made another gay In him those holy antique howers are seene Without all ornament it selfe and true Making no summer of an others greene Robbing no ould to dresse his beauty new And him as for a map doth Nature store To shew faulse Art what beauty was of yore 69 THose parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend All toungs the voice of soules giue thee that end Vttring bare truth euen so as foes Commend Their outward thus with outward praise is crownd But those same toungs that giue thee so thine owne In other accents doe this praise confound By seeing farther then the eye hath showne They looke into the beauty of thy mind And that in guesse they measure by thy deeds Then churls their thoughts although their eies were kind To thy faire flower ad the rancke smell of weeds But why thy odor matcheth not thy show The solye is this that thou doest common grow 70 THat thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect For slanders marke was euer yet the faire The ornament of beauty is suspect A Crow that flies in heauens sweetest ayre So thou be good slander doth but approue Their worth the greater beeing woo'd of time For Canker vice the sweetest buds doth loue And thou present'st a pure vnstayined prime Thou hast past by the ambush of young daies Either not assayld or victor beeing charg'd Yet this thy praise cannot be soe thy praise To tye vp enuy euermore inlarged If some suspect of ill maskt not thy show Then thou alone kingdomes of hearts shouldst owe. 71 NOe Longer mourne for me when I am dead Then you shall heare the surly sullen bell Giue warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vildest wormes to dwell Nay if you read this line remember not The hand that writ it for I loue you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe O if I say you looke vpon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay Do not so much as my poore name reherse But let your loue euen with my life decay Least the wise world should looke into your mone And mocke you with me after I am gon 72 O Least the world should taske you to recite What merit liu'd in me that you should loue After my death deare loue for get me quite For you in me can nothing worthy proue Vnlesse you would deuise some vertuous lye To doe more for me then mine owne desert And hang more praise vpon deceased I Then nigard truth would willingly impart O least your true loue may seeme falce in this That you for loue speake well of me vntrue My name be buried where my body is And liue no more to shame nor me nor you For I am shamd by that which I bring forth And so should you to loue things nothing worth 73 THat time of yeeare thou maist in me behold When yellow leaues or none or few doe hange Vpon those boughes which shake against the could Bare rn'wd quiers where late the sweet birds sang In me thou seest the twi-light of such day As after Sun-set fadeth in the West Which by and by blacke night doth take away Deaths second selfe that seals vp all in rest In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lye As the death bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nurrisht by This thou perceu'st which makes thy loue more strong To loue that well which thou must leaue ere long 74 BVt be contented when that fell arest With out all bayle shall carry me away My life hath in this line some interest Which for memoriall still with thee shall stay When thou reuewest this thou doest reuew The very part was consecrate to thee The earth can haue but earth which is his due My spirit is thine the better part of me So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life The pray of wormes my body being dead The coward conquest of a wretches knife To base of thee to be remembred The worth of that is that which it containes And that is this and this with thee remaines 75 SO are you to my thoughts as food to life Or as sweet season'd shewers are to the ground And for the peace of you I hold such strife As twixt a miser and his wealth is found Now proud as an inioyer and anon Doubting the filching age will steale his treasure Now counting best to be with you alone Then betterd that the world may see my pleasure Some-time all ful with feasting on your sight And by and by cleane starued for a looke Possessing or pursuing no delight Saue what is had or must from you be tooke Thus do I pine and surfet day by day Or gluttoning on all or all away 76 WHy is my verse so barren of new pride So far from variation or quicke change Why with the time do I not glance aside To new found methods and to compounds strange Why write I still all one euer the same And keepe inuention in a noted weed That
grac'd by him So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinde of arguments and question deepe Al replication prompt and reason strong For his aduantage still did wake and sleep To make the weeper laugh the laugher weepe He had the dialect and different skil Catching al passions in his craft of will That hee didde in the general bosome raigne Of young of old and sexes both inchanted To dwel with him in thoughts or to remaine In personal duty following where he haunted Consent's bewitcht ere he desire haue granted And dialogu'd for him what he would say Askt their own wils and made their wils obey Many there were that did his picture gette To serue their eies and in it put their mind Like fooles that in th' imagination set The goodly obiects which abroad they find Of lands and mansions theirs in thought assign'd And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them Then the true gouty Land-lord which doth owe them So many haue that neuer toucht his hand Sweetly suppos'd them mistresse of his heart My wofull selfe that did in freedome stand And was my owne fee simple not in part What with his art in youth and youth in art Threw my affections in his charmed power Reseru'd the stalke and gaue him al my flower Yet did I not as some my equals did Demaund of him nor being desired yeelded Finding my selfe in honour so forbidde With safest distance I mine honour sheelded Experience for me many bulwarkes builded Of proofs new bleeding which remaind the foile Of this false Iewell and his amorous spoile But ah who euer shun'd by precedent The destin'd ill she must her selfe assay Or forc'd examples gainst her owne content To put the by-past perrils in her way Counsaile may stop a while what will not stay For when we rage aduise is often seene By blunting vs to make our wits more keene Nor giues it satisfaction to our blood That wee must curbe it vppon others proofe To be forbod the sweets that seemes so good For feare of harmes that preach in our behoofe O appetite from iudgement stand aloofe The one a pallate hath that needs will taste Though reason weepe and cry it is thy last For further I could say this mans vntrue And knew the patternes of his soule beguiling Heard where his plants in others Orchards grew Saw how deceits were guilded in his smiling Knew vowes were euer brokers to defiling Thought Characters and words meerly but art And bastards of his foule adulterat heart And long vpon these termes I held my Citty Till thus hee gan besiege me Gentle maid Haue of my suffering youth some feeling pitty And be not of my holy vowes affraid That 's to ye sworne to none was euer said For feasts of loue I haue bene call'd vnto Till now did nere inuite nor neuer vovv All my offences that abroad you see Are errors of the blood none of the mind Loue made them not with acture they may be Where neither Party is nor trew nor kind They sought their shame that so their shame did find And so much lesse of shame in me remaines By how much of me their reproch containes Among the many that mine eyes haue seene Not one whose flame my hart so much as warmed Or my affection put to th smallest teene Or any of my leisures euer Charmed Harme haue I done to them but nere was harmed Kept hearts in liueries but mine owne was free And raignd commaunding in his monarchy Looke heare what tributes wounded fancies sent me Of palyd pearles and rubies red as blood Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me Of greefe and blushes aptly vnderstood In bloodlesse white and the encrimson'd mood Effects of terror and deare modesty Encampt in hearts but fighting outwardly And Lo behold these tallents of their heir With twisted mettle amorously empleacht I haue receau'd from many a seueral faire Their kind acceptance wepingly beseecht With th'annexions of faire gems inricht And deepe brain'd sonnets that did amplifie Each stones deare Nature worth and quallity The Diamond why t was beautifull and hard Whereto his inuis'd properties did tend The deepe greene Emrald in whose fresh regard Weake sights their sickly radience â—o amend The heauen hewd Saphir and the Opall blend With obiects manyfold each seuerall stone With wit well blazond smil'd or made some mone Lo all these trophies of affections hot Of pensiu'd and subdew'd desires the tender Nature hath chargd me that I hoord them not But yeeld them vp where I my selfe must render That is to you my origin and ender For these of force must your oblations be Since I their Aulter you en patrone me Oh then aduance of yours that phraseles hand Whose white weighes downe the airy scale of praise Take all these similies to your owne command Hollowed with sighes that burning lunges did raise What me your minister for you obaies Workes vnder you and to your audit comes Their distract parcells in combined summes Lo this deuice was sent me from a Nun Or Sister sanctified of holiest note Which late her noble suit in court did shun Whose rarest hauings made the blossoms dote For she was sought by spirits of ritchest cote But kept cold distance and did thence remoue To spend her liuing in eternall loue But oh my sweet what labour i st to leaue The thing we haue not mastring what not striues Playing the Place which did no forme receiue Playing patient sports in vnconstraind giues She that her fame so to her selfe contriues The scarres of battaile scapeth by the flight And makes her absence valiant not her might Oh pardon me in that my boast is true The accident which brought me to her eie Vpon the moment did her force subdewe And now she would the caged cloister flie Religious loue put out religions eye Not to be tempted would she be enur'd And now to tempt all liberty procure How mightie then you are Oh heare me tell The broken bosoms that to me belong Haue emptied all their fountaines in my well And mine I powre your Ocean all amonge I strong ore them and you ore me being strong Must for your victorie vs all congest As compound loue to phisick your cold brest My parts had powre to charme a sacred Sunne Who disciplin'd I dieted in grace Beleeu'd her eies when they t' assaile begun All vowes and consecrations giuing place O most potentiall loue vowe bond nor space In thee hath neither sting knot nor confine For thou art all and all things els are thine When thou impressest what are precepts worth Of stale example when thou wilt inflame How coldly those impediments stand forth Of wealth of filliall feare lawe kindred fame Loues armes are peace gainst rule gainst sence gainst shame And sweetens in the suffring pangues it beares The Alloes of all forces shockes and feares Now all these hearts that doe on mine depend Feeling it breake with bleeding groanes they pine And supplicant their sighes to you extend To leaue the battrie that you make gainst mine Lending soft audience to my sweet designe And credent soule to that strong bonded oth That shall preferre and vndertake my troth This said his watrie eies he did dismount Whose sightes till then were leaueld on my face Each cheeke a riuer running from a fount With brynish currant downe-ward flowed a pace Oh how the channell to the streame gaue grace Who glaz'd with Christall gate the glowing Roses That flame through water which their hew incloses Oh father what a hell of witch-craft lies In the small orb of one perticular teare But with the invndation of the eies What rocky heart to water will not weare What brest so cold that is not warmed heare Or cleft effect cold modesty hot wrath Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath For loe his passion but an art of craft Euen there resolu'd my reason into teares There my white stole of chastity I daft Shooke off my sober gardes and ciuill feares Appeare to him as he to me appeares All melting though our drops this diffrence bore His poison'd me and mine did him restore In him a plenitude of subtle matter Applied to Cautills all straing formes receiues Of burning blushes or of weeping water Or sounding palenesse and he takes and leaues In eithers aptnesse as it best deceiues To blush at speeches ranck to weepe at woes Or to turne white and sound at tragick showes That not a heart which in his leuell came Could scape the hane of his all hurting ayme Shewing faire Nature is both kinde and tame And vaild in them did winne whom he would maime Against the thing he sought he would exclaime When he most burnt in hart-wisht luxurie He preacht pure maide and praisd cold chastitie Thus meerely with the garment of a grace The naked and concealed feind he couerd That th'vnexperient gaue the tempter place Which like a Cherubin aboue them houerd Who young and simple would not be so louerd Aye me I fell and yet do question make What I should doe againe for such a sake O that infected moysture of his eye O that false fire which in his cheeke so glowd O that forc'd thunder from his heart did flye O that sad breath his spungie lungs bestowed O all that borrowed motion seeming owed Would yet againe betray the fore-betrayed And new peruert a reconciled Maide FINIS INGENIO PYLIUM GENIO SOCRATEM ARTE MARONEM TERRA TEGIT POPULUS MAERET OLYMPUS HABET Stay Passenger why dost thou go so fast Read if thou canst whom enuious Death has plac'd Within this Monument Shakespear with whom Quick Nature dy'd whose Name doth deck the Tomb Far more than Cost since all that he has Writ Leaves living Art but Page to serve his Wit Ob Ano. D ni 1616. Aetat 53. Die 23 Apr