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A17454	Alcilia Philoparthens louing folly. To which is added Pigmalions image. With the loue of Amos and Laura. And also epigrammes by Sir I.H. and others. Neuer before imprinted.	I. C.; Chalkhill, John, fl. 1600, attributed name.; Clapham, John, b. 1566, attributed name.; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. Metamorphosis of Pigmalions image. Selections.; Page, Samuel, 1574-1630.; Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.	1613 (1613)	STC 4275; ESTC S104856	30,908	102

brests like polish'd Iuory appeare VVhose modest mount doe blesse admiring eye And makes him wish for such a Pillow beare Thus fond Pigmalion striueth to descry Each beauteous part not letting ouer-slip One parcell of his curious workmanship IX Vntill his eye descended so farre downe That it descryed Loues Pauillion VVhere Cupid doth inioy his onely crowne And Venus hath her chiefest mansion There would he winke and winking looke againe Both eies and thoughts would gladly there remaine X. VVho euer saw the subtle Citie Dame In sacred Church when her pure thoughts should pray Peire through her fingers so to hide her shame VVhen that her eye her minde would faine bewray So would he view and winke and view againe A chaster thought could not his eyes retaine XI Hee wondred that she blusht not when his eye Saluted those same parts of secrecie Conceiting not it was imagerie That kindly yeelded that large libertie Oh that my Mistresse were an Image too That I might blamelesse her perfections view XII But when the faire proportion of her thigh Beganne appeare O Ouid would he cry Did ere Corinna shew such Iuorie VVhen she appear'd in Venus liuorie And thus enamored doates on his owne Art VVhich he did worke to worke his pleasing smart XIII And fondly doating oft he kist her lip Oft would he dally with her Iuory brests No wanton Loue-tricke would he ouer-slip But still obseru'd all amorous behests VVhereby he thought he might procure the loue Of his dull Image which no plaints could moue XIIII Looke how the peeuish Papists crouch and kneele To some dumbe Idoll with their offering As if a senslesse carued stone could feele The ardor of his bootlesse chattering So fond he was and earnest in his sute To his remorcelesse Image dumbe and mute XV. He oft doth wish his soule might part asunder So that one halfe in her had residence Oft hee exclaimes ô beauties onely wonder Sweet modell of delight faire excellence Be gracious vnto him that formed thee Compassionate his true-loues ardencie XVI Shee with her silence seemes to grant his sute Then he all iocund like a wanton Louer VVith amorous imbracements doth salute Her slender waste presuming to discouer The vale of Loue where Cupid doth delight To sport and dally all the sable night XVII His eyes her eyes kindely encountered His brest her brest oft ioyned close vnto His armes imbracements oft she suffered Hands armes eies tongue lips all parts did wooe His thigh with hers his knee plaid with her knee A happy consort when all parts agree XVIII But when he saw poore soule hee was deceiued Yet scarce he could beleeue his sense had failed Yet when he found all hope from him bereaued And saw how fondly all his thoughts had erred Then did he like to poore Ixion seeme That clipt a cloud in stead of heauens Queene XIX I oft haue smil'd to see the foolerie Of some sweet Youths who seriously protest That Loue respects not actuall luxurie But onely ioyes to dally sport and iest Loue is a childe contented with a toy A Busk-point or some fauour stils the Boy XX. Marke my Pigmalion whose affections ardor May be a mirror to posteritie Yet viewing touching kissing common fauour Could neuer satiate his loues ardencie And therfore Ladies thinke that they ne'er loue you VVho doe not vnto more then kissing moue you XXI For my Pigmalion kist view'd and imbraced And yet exclaimes VVhy were these women made O sacred Gods and with such beauties graced Haue they not power as well to coole and shade As for to heate mens hearts Or is there none Or are they all like mine relentlesse stone XXII VVith that hee takes her in his louing armes And downe within a Downe-bed softly laid her Then on his knees hee all his senses charmes To inuocate sweet Venus for to raise her To wished life and to infuse some breath To that which dead yet gaue a life to death XXIII Thou sacred Queene of sportiue dallying Thus he beginnes Loues onely Empresse VVhose kingdome rests in wanton reuelling Let me beseech thee shew thy powerfulnesse In changing stone to flesh make her relent And kindely yeeld to thy sweet blandishment XXIIII O gracious Gods take compassion Instill into her some celestiall fire That she may equalize affection And haue a mutuall loue and loues desire Thou know'st the force of Loue then pitty me Compassionate my true loues ardencie XXV Thus hauing said hee riseth from the floore As if his soule diuined him good fortune Hoping his prayers to pittie mou'd some Power For all his thoughts did all good lucke importune And therefore straight he strips him naked quite That in the bed he might haue more delight XXVI Then thus Sweet sheetes he sayes which now doe couer The Idoll of my soule the fairest one That euer lou'd or had an amorous Louer Earths onely modell of perfection Sweet happy sheetes daine for to take me in That I my hopes and longing thoughts may win XXVII VVith that his nimble limbs doe kisse the sheetes And now he bowes him for to lay him downe And now each part with her faire parts doe meet Now doth he hope for to inioy Loues crowne Now doe they dally kisse imbrace together Like Leda's Twinnes at sight of fairest weather XXVIII Yet all 's conceit but shadow of that blisse VVhich now my Muse striues sweetly to display In this my wondrous Metamorphosis Daine to beleeue mee now I sadly say The stony substance of his Image feature VVas straight transform'd into a liuing Creature XXIX For when his hands her faire form'd limbs had felt And that his armes her naked waist imbraced Each part like VVaxe before the Sunne did melt And now oh now he findes how he is graced By his owne worke Tut women will relent VVhen as thy finde such mouing blandishment XXX Doe but conceiue a Mothers passing gladnesse After that Death her onely sonne hath seazed And ouerwhelm'd her soule with endlesse sadnesse VVhen that she sees him gin for to be raised From out his deadly sound to life againe Such ioy Pigmalion feeles in euery veyne XXXI And yet hee feares he doth but dreaming finde So rich content and such celestiall blisse Yet when he proues and findes her wondrous kinde Yeelding soft touch for touch sweet kisse for kisse Hee 's well assur'd no faire Imagerie Could yeeld such pleasing loues felicitie XXXII O wonder not to heare me thus relate And say to flesh transformed was a stone Had I my Loue in such a wished state As was afforded to Pigmalion Though flinty hard of her you soone should see As strange a transformation wrought by mee XXXIII And now me thinkes some wanton itching eare VVith lustfull thoughts and ill attention List's to my Muse expecting for to heare The amorous description of that action VVhich Venus seekes and euer doth require VVhen fitnesse grants a place to please desire XXXIIII Let him conceit but what himselfe would doe VVhen that he had obtained

state Voide of all hope of helpe or ease of paine For dayes of ioy must still be short with me And nights of sorrow must prolonged be XLV Sleepe now my Muse and henceforth take thy rest VVhich all too long thy selfe in vaine hast wasted Let it suffice I still must liue opprest And of my paine the fruit must ne'er be tasted Then sleepe my Muse Fate cannot be withstood It's better sleepe then wake and doe no good XLVI VVhy shold I loue since she doth proue vngrateful Since for reward I reape nought but disdaine Loue thus to be requited it is hatefull And Reason would I should not loue in vaine Yet all in vaine when all is out of season For Loue hath no societie with Reason XLVII Harts-ease and I haue beene at ods too long I follow fast but still he Hyes from mee I sue for grace and yet sustaine the wrong So gladly would I reconciled bee Loue make vs one so shalt thou worke a wonder Vniting them that were so farre asunder XLVIII Vncouth vnkist our auncient Poet said And he that hides his wants when hee hath neede May after haue his want of wit bewraid And faile of his desire when others speede Then boldly speake the worst is at first entring Much good successe men misse for lack of ventring XLIX Declare thy griefes wherewith thou art opprest And let the world be witnesse of thy woes Let not thy thoughts lye buryed in thy brest But let thy tongue thy discontents disclose For who conceales his paine when he is grieued May well be pittied but no way relieued L. VVretched is hee that louing sets his hart On her whose loue from pure affection swerued VVho doth permit each one to haue a part Of that which none but he alone deserueth Giue all or none For once of this be sure Lordship and Loue no partners may endure LI. VVho spends the weary day in pensiue thought And night in dreames of horror and affright Whose welth is want whose hope is come to nought Himselfe the marke for Loue and Fortunes spight Let him appeare if any such there bee His case and mine most fitly will agree LII Faire tree but fruitlesse sometimes full of sap VVhich now yeelds nought at all that may delight me Some cruell frost or some vntimely hap Hath made thee barren onely to despite me Such Trees in vaine with hope doe feede desire And serue for fuell to increase Loues fire LIII In company while sad and mute I sit My thoughts else-where then there I seeme to be Possess'd with some deepe Melancholy fit One of my friends obserues the same in me And sayes in iest which I in earnest proue Hee lookes like one that had lost his first Loue. LIIII Twixt Hope and Feare in doubtfull ballance peazed My Fate my Fortune and my Loue depends Sometime my Hope is rais'd when Loue is pleased Which feare weighs down whē ought his wil offends The heauens are somtimes cleer and somtimes lowre And he that loues must tast both sweet and sowre LV. Retyre my wandring thoughts vnto your rest Doe not henceforth consume your selues in vaine No mortall man in all poynts can be blest VVhat now is mine may be anothers paine The watry clouds are cleere when stormes are past And things in their extreames long cannot last LVI The fire of Loue is first bred in the eye And thence conuayes his heate vnto the hart VVhere it lies hid till Time his force descry The tongue thereto addes fuell for his part The touch of lips which doth succeed the same Kindles the rest and so it proues a flame LVII The tender sprigs that sprowted in the field And promis'd hope of fruit to him that planted In stead of fruit doth nought but blossomes yeeld Though care and paine to prune it neuer wanted Euen so my hopes doe nought but blossomes proue And yeeld no fruits to recompence my loue LVIII Though little signe of loue in show appeare Yet thinke true loue of colours hath no neede It 's not the glorious garments which men weare That make them others then they are indeede In meanest show the most affection dwels And richest pearles are found in simplest shels LIX Let not thy tongue thy inward thoughts disclose Or tell the sorrowes that thy heart endures Let no mans eare be witnesse of thy woes Since pittie neyther helpe nor ease procures And onely hee is truely said to mone VVhose griefes none knoweth but himselfe alone LX. A thousand times I curse these idle rimes VVhich doe their makers follies vaine set forth Yet blesse I them againe as many times For that in them I blaze Alcilia's worth Meane while I fare as doth the Torch by night VVhich wastes it selfe in giuing others light LXI Enough of this for all is nought regarded And she not once with my complaints is moued Dye haplesse Loue since thou art not rewarded Yet ere thou dye to witnesse that I loued Report my truth and tell the faire vnkinde That she hath lost what none but she shall finde LXII Louers lament you that haue truely loued For Philoparthen now hath lost his loue The greatest losse that euer Louer proued O let his hard hap some compassion moue VVho had not rued the losse of her so much But that he knowes the world yeelds no more such LXIII Vpon the Ocean of conceited error My weary spirit many stormes haue past VVhich now in harbour free from wonted terror Ioy the possession of their rest at last And henceforth safely they may lye at road And neuer roue for had-I-wist abroad Loues Accusation at the Iudgement-seate of Reason wherein the Authors whole successe in his loue is couertly described IN Reasons Court my selfe being Plaintiffe there Loue was by processe summon'd to appeare That so the wrong which he had done to mee Might be made knowne and all the world might see And seeing rue what to my cost I proued While faithfull but vnfortunate I loued After I had obtained audience I thus began to giue in euidence The Authors Euidence against Loue. MOst sacred Queene and Soueraigne of mans heart Which of the minde doest rule the better part First bred in Heauen and from thence hither sent To guide mens actions by thy regiment Vouchsafe a while to heare the sad complaint Of him that Loue hath long kept in restraint And as to you it properly belongs Grant Iustice of my vndeserued wrongs I 〈◊〉 two yeeres as I remember well Since first this wretch sent from the neather hell To plague the world with new-found cruelties Vnder the shadow of two Christall eyes Betraid my sense and as I slumbring lay Felloniously conuay'd my heart away Which most vniustly he detain'd from me And exercis'd thereon strange tyrannie Sometime his manner was to sport and game With Bry'rs and Thornes to rase and pricke the same Sometime with Nettles of desire to sting it Sometime with Pinsons of despaire to wring it Sometime againe hee would annoynt

the sore And heale the place that hee had hurt before But hurtfull helps and ministred in vaine Which serued onely to renue my paine For after that more wounds hee added still Which pierced deepe but had no power to kill Vnhappy med'cine which in stead of cure Giues strength to make the patient more indure But that which was most strange of all the rest My selfe b●ing thus twixt life and death distrest Oft times when as my paine exceeded measure Hee would perswade mee that the same was pleasure My solemne sadnesse but contentment meete My trauell rest and all my sower sweet My wounds but gentle strokes whereat he smild And by these sleights my carelesse youth beguil'd Thus did I fare as one that liuing dy'd For greater paines I thinke hath no man try'd Disquiet thoughts like Furyes in my brest Nourish'd the poyson that my spirits possest Now griefe then ioy now warre then peace vnstable Nought sure I had but to be miserable I cannot vtter all I must confesse Men may conceiue more then they can expresse But to be short which cannot be excus'd With vaine illusions Loue my hope abus'd Perswading me I stood vpon firme ground When vnawares my selfe on sands I found This is the poynt which most I doe inforce That Loue without all pitty or remorse Did suffer me to languish still in griefe Void of contentment succour or reliefe And when I look'd my paynes should be rewarded I did perceiue that they were nought regarded For why alas these haplesse eyes did see Alcilia lou'd another more then mee So in the end when I expected most My Hope my Loue and Fortune thus were crost Proceeding further Reason bad me stay For the defendant had something to say Then to the Iudge for Iustice loud I cride And so I paused and Loue thus replide Loues Reply to the Author SInce Reason ought to lend indifferent eares Vnto both parts and iudge as truth appeares Most gracious Lady giue me leaue to speake And answere his complaint that seekes to wreake His spight and malice on me without cause In charging me to haue transgress'd thy Lawes Of all his Follies he imputes the blame To me poore Loue that nought deserues the same Himselfe it is that hath abused me As by mine answere shall well proued be Fond youth thou knowst what I for thee effected Though now I finde it little be respected I purg'd thy wit which was before but grosse The mettall pure I seuer'd from the drosse And did inspire thee with my sweetest fire That kindled in thee courage and desire Not like vnto those seruile Passions Which cumber mens imaginations With auarice ambition or vaine-glory Desire of things fleeting and transitorie No base conceit but such as Powers aboue Haue knowne and felt I meane th' instinct of Loue Which making men all earthly things despise Transports them to a heauenly Paradise Where thou complain'st of sorrowes in thy heart Who liues on earth but therein hath his part Are these thy fruits Are these the best rewards For all the pleasing glances slye regards The sweet stolne kisses amorous conceits So many smiles so many faire intreats Such kindnesse as Alcilia did bestow All for my sake as well thy selfe doest know That Loue should thus be vsed it is hatefull But all is lost that 's done for one vngratefull Where he alledgeth that hee was abus'd In that he truely louing was refus'd That 's most vntrue and plainely may be tride Who neuer ask'd could neuer be denide But he affected rather single life Then yoke in Marriage matching with a wife And most men now make loue to none but heyres Poore loue God wot that pouertie impaires Worldly respects Loue little doth regard Who loues hath onely loue for his reward He meriteth a Louers name indeede That casts no doubts which vaine suspicion breede But desperately at hazard threwes the Dice Neglecting due regard of friends aduice That wrestles with his Fortune and his Fate Which had ordain'd to better his estate That hath no care of wealth no feare of Iacke But venters forward though he see his wracke That with Hopes wings like Icarus doth flye Though for his rashnesse he like fortune trye That to his fame the world of him may tell How while hee soar'd aloft adowne he fell And so true Loue awarded him this doome In scaling heauen to haue the Sea his Tombe That making shipwracke of his dearest fame Betrayes himselfe to pouertie and shame That hath no sense of sorrow or repent No dread of perils farre or imminent But doth preferre before all pompe or pelfe The sweet of Loue as dearer then himselfe Who were his passage stop'd with sword or fire Would make way through to compasse his desire For which he would though heauen and earth forbad it Hazard to lose a Kingdome if he had it These be the things wherein I glory most Whereof this mine accuser cannot boast Who was indifferent in his losse or gaine And better pleas'd to faile then to obtaine All quallified Affection Loue doth hate And likes him best that 's most intemperate But hence proceedes his malice and despight While he himselfe barres of his owne delight For when as he Alcilia first affected Like one in shew thou little loue respected He masqu'd disguis'd and entertain'd his thought With hope of that which he in secret sought And still forbare to vtter his desire Till his delay receiu'd her worthy hire And well we know what Maides themselues would haue Men must sue for and by petitions craue But he regarding more his wealth then will Had little care his fancie to fulfill Yet when he saw Alcilia lou'd another The secret fire which in his brest did smother Began to smoake and soone had prou'd a flame If Temperance had not allay'd the same Which afterward so quench'd he did not finde But that some sparke remained still behinde Thus when time seru'd hee did refuse to craue it And yet enuy'd another man should haue it As though faire Maids should waite at yong mens pleasure While they twixt sport and earnest loue at leasure Nay at the first when it is kindly proffer'd Maides must accept lest twice it be not offer'd Else though their beauty seeme their good t' importune Yet may they lose the better of their fortune Thus as this fondling coldly went about it So in the end he cleerely went without it For while hee doubtfull seem'd to make a stay A Mungrell stole the Maidens heart away For which though he lamented much in show Yet was he inward glad it fell out so Now Reason you may plainely iudge by this Not I but he the false dissembler is Who while fond loue his luke-warme bloud did feede Made signe of more then he sustain'd indeede And fill'd his Rimes with fables and with lyes Which without passion he did oft deuise So to delude the ignorance of such That pittied him thinking hee lou'd too much And with conceit rather to shew his

wit Then manifest his faithfull loue by it Much more then this could I lay to his charge But time would faile to open all at large Let this suffice to shew his bad intent And proue that Loue is cleare and innocent Thus at the length though late he made an end And both of vs did earnestly attend The finall iudgement Reason should award When thus he gan to speake With due regard The matter hath beene heard on eyther side For Iudgement you must longer time abide The cause is waightie and of great import And so she smiling did adiorne the Court Little auail'd it then to argue more So I return'd in worse case then before Loue decyphered LOVE and I are now diuided Conceit by Error was misguided Alcilia hath my loue despised No man loues that is aduised Time at length hath Truth directed Loue hath miss'd what hee expected Yet missing that which long he sought I haue found that I little thought Errors in time may be redrest The shortest follies are the best Loue and Youth are now asunder Reasons glory Natures wonder My thoughts long bound are now inlarg'd My follies pennance is discharg'd Thus Time hath altered my state Repentance neuer comes too late Ah well I finde that Loue is nought But folly and an idle thought The difference is twixt Loue and mee That Loue is blinde and I can see Loue is honie mixt with gall A thraldome free a freedome thrall A bitter sweet a pleasant sowre Got in a yeere lost in an howre A peacefull warre a warlike peace VVhose wealth brings want whose want increase Full long pursuite and little gaine Vncertaine pleasure certaine paine Regard of neyther right nor wrong For short delights repentance long Loue is a sicknesse of the thought Conceit of pleasure dearely bought A restlesse passion of the minde A Labyrinth of errors blinde A sugred poyson faire deceit A baite for fooles a furious heate A chilling cold a wondrous passion Exceeding mans imagination VVhich none can tell in whole nor part But onely he that feeles the smart Loue is sorrow mixt with gladnesse Feare with hope and hope with madnesse Long did I loue but all in vaine I louing was not lou'd againe For which my heart sustain'd much woe It fits not Maides to vse men so Iust deserts are not regarded Neuer loue so ill rewarded But all is lost that is not sought Oft wit proues best that 's dearest bought VVomen were made for mens reliefe To comfort not to cause their griefe VVhere most I merit least I finde No maruell since that Loue is blinde Had she beene kinde as she was faire My case had beene more strange and rare But women loue not by desart Reason in them hath weakest part Then henceforth let them loue that list I will beware of had-I-wist These faults had better beene conceal'd Then to my shame abroad reueal'd Yet though my youth did thus miscarry My harmes may make others more wary Loue is but a youthfull fit And some men say it's signe of wit But he that loues as I haue done To passe the day and see no Sunne Must change his noate and sing Erraui Or else may chance to cry Peccaui The longest day must haue his night Reason triumphs in Loues despight I follow now Discretions lore Henceforth to like but loue no more Then gently pardon what is past For Loue drawes onward to his last He walkes they say with wary eye VVhose foote-steps neuer tread awry My Muse a better worke intends And here my Louing-folly ends After long stormes and tempests past I see the Hauen at the last VVhere I must rest my weary Barke And there vnlade my care and carke My paines and trauels long indur'd And all my wounds must there be cur'd Ioyes out of date shall be renew'd To thinke of perils past eschew'd VVhen I shall sit full blithe and iolly And talke of Louers and their folly Then Loue and Folly both adieu Long haue I beene misled by you Folly may new aduentures trie But Reason sayes that Loue must dye Yea dye indeede although it grieue him For my cold heart cannot relieue him Yet for her sake whom I once loued Though all in vaine as Time haue proued I le take the paines if shee consent To write his VVill and Testament Loues last Will and Testament MY spirit I bequeath vnto the ayre My body shall vnto the earth repaire My burning brond vnto the Prince of hell T' increase mens paines that there in darknes dwell For well I weene aboue nor vnderground A greater paine then that may not be found My sweet conceits of pleasure and delight To Erebus and to eternall night My sighs my teares my passions and laments Distrust despaire all these my hourely rents With other plagues that Louers mindes inthrall Vnto Obliuion I bequeath them all My broken Bow and Shafts I giue to Reason My cruelties my sleights and forged treason To women-kinde and to their seede for aye To wreake their spight and work poore mens decay Reseruing onely for Alcilia's part Small kindnesse and lesse care of Louers smart For shee is from the vulgar sort excepted And had shee Philoparthens loue respected Requiting it with like affection She might haue had the praise of all perfection This done if I haue any faith or troth To Philoparthen I assigne them both For vnto him of right they doe belong Who truely louing suffred too much wrong Time shall be sole Executor of my Will Who may these things in order due fulfill To warrant this my Testament for good I haue subscrib'd it with my dying bloud And so hee dy'd that all this bale had bred And yet my heart misdoubts hee is not dead For sure I feare should I Alcilia spie She might eftsoones reuiue him with her eye Such power diuine remaineth in her sight To make him liue againe in Deaths despight The Sonnets following were written by the Author after he beganne to decline from his passionate affection and in them he seemeth to please himselfe with describing the vanitie of LOVE the frailtie of Beautie and the sower fruits of Repentance I. NOw haue I spun the web of my owne woes And labour'd long to purchase my owne losse Too late I see I was beguil'd with showes And that which once seem'd gold now proues but drosse Thus am I both of help and hope bereaued He neuer tryed that neuer was deceiued II. Once did I loue but more then once repent When vintage came my grapes were sower or rotten Long time in griefe and pensiue thoughts I spent And all for that which Time hath made forgotten O strange effects of Time which once being lost Makes men secure of that they loued most III. Thus haue I long in th' ayre of error houer'd And runne my ship vpon Repentance shelfe Truth hath the vale of Ignorance vncouer'd And made me see and seeing know my selfe Of former follies now I must repent And count this worke part of my

Spring was spent and Summer well nigh gone Then I awak'd and saw my Haruest none XXIX Now Loue sits all alone in blacke attyre His broken Bow and Arrowes lying by him His fire extinct that whilome fed desire Himselfe the scorne of Louers that passe by him VVho this day freely may disport and play For it is Philoparthens Holy-day XXX Nay thinke not Loue with all thy cunning slight To catch me once againe thou com'st too late Sterne Industry puts Idlenesse to flight And Time hath changed both my name and state Then seeke else where for Mates that may befriend thee For I am busie and cannot attend thee XXXI Loose Idlenesse the nurse of fond Desire Roote of all ils that doe our youth betide That whilome didst through Loue my wracke conspire I banish thee and rather wish t' abide All austere hardnesse and continuall paine Then to reuoke thee or to loue againe XXXII The time will come when looking in a Glasse Thy riueled face with sorrow thou shalt see And sighing say it is not as it vvas These cheeks were wont more faire and fresh to be But now what once made me so much admired Is least regarded and of none desired XXXIII Though thou be faire thinke Beauty is a blast A mornings dewe a shadow quickly gone A painted flower vvhose colour vvill not last Time steales away when least we thinke thereon Most precious Time too vvastfully expended Of vvhich alone the sparing is commended XXXIIII How vaine is youth that cross'd in his desire Doth fret and fume and inwardly repine As though 'gainst heauen it selfe he would conspire And vvith his frailtie 'gainst his Fate combine VVho of it selfe continues constant still And doth vs good oft times against our will XXXV In prime of youth vvhen yeeres and vvit vvas ripe Vnhappy VVill to ruine led the vvay VVit daunc'd about vvhen Folly gan to pipe And VVill and hee together vvent astray Nought then but pleasure was the good they sought VVhich now Repentance proues too dearly bought XXXVI Hee that in matters of delight and pleasure Can bridle his outragious affection And temper it in some indifferent measure Doth proue himselfe a man of good discretion In conquering VVill true courage most is showne And sweet temptations make mens vertues known XXXVII Each naturall thing by course of kinde vve see In his perfection long continueth not Fruits once full ripe vvill then fall from the Tree Or in due time not gathered soone vvill rot It is decreed by doome of Powers diuine Things at their height must thence againe decline XXXVIII Thy large smooth forehead wrinckled shall appeare Vermilion hue to pale and wan shall turne Time shal deface what Youth hath held most deare Yea those clear eyes vvhich once my hart did burne Shall in their hollow circles logde the night And yeeld more cause of terror then delight XXXIX Loe here the record of my follies past The fruits of wit vnstaid and houres misspent Full wise is hee that perils can fore-cast And so by others harmes his owne preuent All worldly pleasure that delights the sense Is but a short sleepe and times vaine expence XL. The Sunne hath twice his annuall course perform'd Since first vnhappy I beganne to loue VVhose errors now by Reasons rule reform'd Conceits of Loue but smoake and errors proue VVho of his folly seekes more praise to winne VVhere I haue made an end let him beginne I. C. FINIS THE METAMORPHOSIS OF Pigmalions Image LONDON Printed for Richard Hawkins dwelling in Chancery-Lane neare Sarjeants-Inne 1613. THE ARGVMENT of the Poeme PIgmalion whose chaste minde all the beauties in Cyprus could not ensnare yet at the length hauing carued in Iuory an excellent proportion of a beauteous woman was so deepely enamored on his owne workemanship that he would oftentimes lay the Image in bed with him and fondly vse such petitions and dallyance as if it had beene a breathing creature But in the end finding his fond dotage and yet perseuering in his ardent affection made his deuout prayers to Venus that shee would vouchsafe to inspire life into his Loue and then ioyne them both together in marriage Whereupon Venus graciously condiscending to his earnest sute the Maid by the power of her Deitie was metamorphosed into a liuing woman And after Pigmalion being in Cyprus begat a Sonne of her which was called Paphus whe●eupon that Iland Cyprus in honour of Venus was after and is now called by the Inhabitants Paphos To his Mistresse MY wanton Muse lasciuiously doth sing Of sportiue loue of louely dallying O beauteous Angell daine thou to infuse A sprightly wit into my dulled Muse. I inuocate none other Saint but thee To grace the first bloomes of my Poësie Thy fauours like Promethean sacred fire In dead and dull conceit can life life inspire O● like that rare and rich Elixar stone Can turne to Gold Leaden inuention Be gracious then and daine to show in mee The mighty power of thy Deitie And as thou read'st Faire take compassion Force me not enuy my Pigmalion Then when thy kindnesse grants me such sweet blisse I le gladly write thy Matamorphosis PIGMALION I. PIgmalion whose high Loue-hating minde Disdain'd to yeeld seruile affection Or amorous sute to any woman-kinde Knowing their wants and mens perfection Yet Loue at length forc'd him to know his Fate And loue the shade whose substance hee did hate II. For hauing wrought in purest Iuory So faire an Image of a womans feature That neuer yet proudest mortalitie Could shew so rare and beauteous a Creature Vnlesse my Mistresse all-exceeding face ●hich giues to beautie beauties onely grace III. He was amazed at the wondrous rarenesse Of his owne workmanships perfection He thought that Nature ne'er produc'd such fairenes In which all beauties haue their mansion And thus admiring was enamored Of that faire Image himselfe portrayed IIII. And naked as it stood before his eyes Imperious Loue declares his Deitie O what alluring beauties he descries In each part of his faire imagerie Her nakednesse each beauteous shape containes All beautie in her nakednesse remaines V. He though he saw the bloud run through the veyne And leape and swell with all alluring meanes Then feares he is deceiu'd and then againe He thinkes he sees the brightnesse of the beames VVhich shoote from out the fairenesse of her eye At which hee stands as in an extasie VI. Her Amber-coloured fayre shining hayre Makes him protest the Sunne hath spread her head VVith golden beames and made her far more faire But when her cheeks his amorous thoughts haue fed Then hee exclaymes such red and such pure white Did neuer blesse the eye of mortall sight VII Then view'd her lips no lips did seeme so faire In his conceit through which hee thinkes doth flye So sweet a breath that doth perfume the ayre Then next her dimpled chinne he doth descry And viewes and wonders and yet viewes her still Loues eyes in viewing neuer haue their fill VIII Her