himself hath tane the fall ' Beautie and Vertue who did praise the fashion ' VVho Loue and Fancie thought a Comodie ' Now is turn'd Poet and writes Loue in Passion ' His Verses fits the bleeding Tragedie In Willow weeds right wel he acts his part His Sceanes are teares whose Embryon was his hart He loues where loue to all doth proue disaster ' His eyes no sooner see but hee 's straight blind His kindred friends or foes he followes faster Then his owne good he 's now but too too kind He that spent all would faine find out loues treasure Extremities are for extreams the measure Thus thinkes he of the words he spent in vaine And wishes now his tongue had Eloquence Hee 's dumbe all motion that a world could gaine A Centre now without circumference Cupid with words who fought would teach him Art Hath lost his tongue and with it left his hart ' He sweares he loues the heat doth proue the fire ' He weepes his Loue his teares shew his affection ' He writes his Loue his Lynes plead his desire ' He sings his Loue the Dittie mournes the action He sings writs weeps sweares that he 's in sadnes It is beleeu'd not cur'd Loue turnes to madnes ' Loue once dissembled Oaths are a grace most slender ' Teares oft are heard Embassadors for beauty ' Words writ in gold an yron heart may render 'A passion song shewes much more hope thē duty Oaths spoke in teares words song proue no true Ditty A fained Loue must find a fained pitty Thus is the good Daiphantus like the Flie Who playing with the candle feeles the flame The smiles of scorne are Louers miserie That soule 's most vext is grieued with his name Though kind Daiphantus do most loue protest ' Yet is his crosse still to be thought in iest Poore torturde Louer like a periurde soule Sweares till hee 's hoarse yet neuer is beleeu'd Whose once a Villaine still is counted foule Oh wofull pittie when with winde releeu'de ' Learns this by rote Though Loue vnconstant be ' They must proue constant wil her comforts see Now to the humble heart of his dread Saint Eurialae he kneels but 's not regarded Then to Vrania sighes till he growes faint Such is her wit In silence hee 's rewarded ' His humble voyce Eurialae accuseth ' His sighing Passion Vrania refuseth ' Then lifts he vp his eyes but Heauen frowneth ' Bowes downe his head Earth is a Masse of sorrow ' Runnes to the seas the sea it stormes and howleth ' Hies to the woods the Birds sad tunes do borrow Heauē Earth sea Woods al things do cōspire ' He burne in Loue yet friese in his desire The Ladyes Iest command him to seigne still Tell him how one day he may be in loue That Louers reason hath not Loues free will Smile in disdaine to thinke of that he proues ' Oh me Daiphantus howart thou aduis'd ' When hee 's lesse pittied then he is despis'd They hold this but his humour seeme so wise And many Louers stories forth do bring Court him with Shaddowes whilest hee catcheth Flies Byting his fingers till the blood forth spring Then do they much cōmend his careles passion ' Call him a Louer of our Courtiers Fashion All this doe they in modestie yet free From thinking him so honest as in truth Much lesse so kinde as to loue two or three Him neere allied and he himselfe a Youth 'Till with the sweat which from his suffrings life ' His face is pearled like the lights his eyes Then with his looke-down-cast trembling hand A high Dutch colour and a Tongue like yee Apart with this Eurialae to stand Endeuours He This was his last diuice ' Yet in so humble straines this Gallant courts her ' The wind being hiē his breath it neuer hurts her Speechles thus standes he till she fear'd him dead And rubbes his temples calls and cryes for ayde Water is fetcht and spung'd into his head Who then startes vp from dreaming as he sayd And crauing absence of all but this Saint He gan to court her but with a heart right faint Bright starre of Phoebus Goddesse of my thought Behold thy Vassall humbled on his knee Behold for thee what Gods and Art hath wrought A man adoring of Loue the lowest degree I loue I honor thee no more There stayde As if forsworne Euen so was he affrayde Eurialae now spake yet seem'd in wonder Her lips when parting heauen did ope his treasure Oh do not do not loue I will not sunder A heart in two Loue hath nor height nor measure Liue still a Virgin Then I le be thy louer Heauē here did close no toong could after moue her As if in heauen he was rauish'd so Oh Loue oh Voice oh Face which is the glorie Oh Day oh Night oh Age oh worlds of Ioy Of euery part true loue might write a storie Conuert my sighes oh to some angells tongue To die for Loue is life death is best young She gone Vrania came he on the flower But sight of her reuiu'd this noble syre And as if Mars did thunder words did shower Loue speakes in heate when t is in most desire She made him mad whose sight had him reuiu'de Now speaks he plainly stormes past y e aire is glide Why was I made to beare such woe and griefe Why was I borne But in Loue to be norisht Why then for Loue Loue of all vertues chiefe And I not pittied though I be not cherisht What did my eyes offend in vertue seeing Oh no true vertue is the Louers being Beautie and vertue are the twins of life Loue is the mother which them forth doth bring Wit with discretion ends the Louers strife Patience with silence is a glorious thing Loue crownes a man loue giues to al due merit Men without loue are bodies without spirit Loue to a mortall is both life and treasure Loue changd to wedlocke doubleth in her glory Loue is the Iem whose worth is without measure Fame dies if not in tombe within Loues storie Man that liues liues not if he wants content Man that dies dies not if with Loues consent Thus spake Daiphantus and thus spake he well Which wise Vrania well did vnderstand So well she like it As it did excell Now grac'd she him with her white slender hand With words most sweet A colour fresh and faire In heauenly speech she gan his woes declare My good Daiphantus Loue it is no toy Cupid though blind yet strikes the heart at last His force you feele whose power must breed your ioy This is the meede for scoffs you on him cast You loue who scorn'd your loue with scorne is quite You loue yet want your loue with want is spight Loue playes the Wanton where she meanes to kill Loue rides the Foole and spurs without direction Loue weepes like you yet laughs at your good wil Loue is of all things but the true confection Loue
to the 3 4 last most louingly 4 His tongue kind thankes first to the last did render The while his lookes were bent indifferently Thus he salutes all to increase his Blisses From lip to lip each Ladie now he kisses Ismenio in humble wise salutes he With gracious language he returnes his heart His words so sweetly to his tongue now sutes he As what he spake shew'd learning with good Art Ismenio pleasde Daiphantus Daiphantus all When loue gaines loue for loue this loue we cal Vrania now bethought what was protested By yong Ismenio at Dianas shrine Coniur'd Daiphantus That no more he Iested With Loue or Fancie for they were Diuine And if he did that there they all would pray He still might liue in loue both night and day This greeu'd him much but follie t was to grieue His now obedience shew'd his owne freewill He swore he would not loue in shewe atchieue But liue a virgin chast and spotlesse still Which saide such Musicke suddenly delighted As all were rauisht and yet all affrighted Here parted all not without Ioy and sadnes Some wept some smilde a world it was to here them Both springs heere met woe heere was cloath'd with gladnes Heauen was their comfort it alone did cheere them Daiphantus from these springs some fruit did gather Experience is an Infant though an ancient father Sweet Lady know the soule lookes through our eye-sights Content liues not in shewes or beauty seeing Peace not from nomber nor strength in high spirits Ioy dies with vertue yet liues in vertues being Beautie is maskt where vertue is not hidden Man still desires that fruite he 's most forbidden Iewels for Vertue not for beautie prizde What 's sildome seen breeds wonder we admir'de it Kings Lines are rare and therefore well aduiz'de Wise-men not often talke Fooles still desire it Womē are books kept close they hold much treasure Vnclaspt sweet ills most woe lies hid in pleasure Who studies Arts alike can he proue Doctor Who surfets hardly liues Drunkards recouer Whose wils his law that cōscience needs no Proctor Whē men turn beasts looke there for briutish Louers Those eies are pore-blind looke equally on any Thought be a vertue to hinder one by many Who gains by trauel leese lordships for their Manors Must Tarquin-rauish some Hell on that glory Whose life 's in Healths death soonest gains those Banors Lust still is punisht though treason write the storie A rowling eye A Globe new worlds discouer Who still wheels round is But a damned Louer Doth Faith and Troth lye Bathing Is Lust pleasure Can Commons be as sweete as Land inclos'd Then virgin sinne may well be counted pleasure Where such Lords rule who liues not ill dispos'd True Loue 's a Phoenix but One vntill it dyes Lust is a Cockatrice in all but in her eyes Here did he end more blessed than his wishes Fame's at the high when Loue indights the Story The priuate life brings with it heauenly blisses Sweete Contemplation much increaseth glorie I le leaue him to the learning of Loues Spell Better part friends than follow Feends to hell Ismenio with Vitullia went together Perhaps both wounded with blinde Cupids Dart Yet dust they not relate their Loue to either Loue if once pittied pearceth to the Hart But sure Vitullia is so faire a Marke Cupid would court her though but by the darke Artesia she must goe the more she 's grieu'd To churlish Strymon her adopted Mate Cupid though blind yet pittied and relieu'd This modest Lady with some happie Fate For what but Vertue which doth all good nourish Could brook her fortunes much lesse loue cherish Eurialae with good Vrania stayd ' VVhere Vertue dwels they onely had their being Beauty and wit still feare are not dismayd For where they dwell Loue euer will be prying These two were one All good each could impart One was their Fortune and one was their heart Beautie and Vertue was true Friend to either Heauen is the spheare where all men seeke for glorie Earth is the Graue where sinners ioyne together Hell keepes the booke inrowles each lustfull storie Liue as we will death makes of all conclusion Die then to liue or life is thy confusion ' Beautie and wit in these fed on affection ' Labour and industry were their Twins of life ' Loue and true Bounty were in their subiction ' Their Bodies with their spirits had no strife Such were these two As grace did them defend Such are these two As with these two I end FINIS Non Amori sed Virtuti The Passionate mans Pilgrimage supposed to be written by one at the point of death GIue me my Scallop shell of quiet My staffe of Faith to walke vpon My Scrip of Ioy Immortall diet My bottle of saluation My Gowne of Glory hopes true gage And thus I le take my pilgrimage Blood must be my bodies balmer No other balme will there be giuen Whilst my soule like a white Palmer Trauels to the land of heauen Ouer the siluer mountaines Where spring the Nectar fountaines And there I le kisse The Bowle of blisse And drinke my eternall fill On euery milken hill My soule will be a drie before But after it will nere thirst more And by the happie blisfull way More peacefull Pilgrims I shall see That haue shooke off their gownes of clay And goe appareld fresh like mee I le bring them first To slake their thirst And then to tast those Nectar suckets At the cleare wells Where sweetnes dwells Drawne vp by Saints in Christall buckets And when our bottles and all we Are fild with immortalitie Then the holy paths wee le trauell Strewde with Rubies thicke as grauell Seelings of Diamonds Saphire floores High walles of Corall and Pearle Bowres From thence to heauens Bribeles hall Where no corrupted voyces brall No Conscience molten into gold Nor forg'd accusers bought and sold No cause deferd nor vaine spent Iorney For there Christ is the Kings Atturney VVho pleades for all without degrees And he hath Angells but no fees VVhen the grand twelue million Iury Of our sinnes and sinfull fury Gainst our soules blacke verdicts giue Christ pleades his death and then we liue Be thou my speaker taintles pleader Vnblotted Lawyer true proceeder Thou mouest saluation euen for almes Not with a bribed Lawyers palmes And this is my eternall plea To him that made Heauen Earth and Sea Seeing my flesh must die so soone And want a head to dine next noone Iust at the stroke when my vaines start and spred Set on my soule an euerlasting head Then am I readie like a palmer fit To tread those blest paths which before I writ FINIS
DAIPHANTVS OR The Passions of Loue. Comicall to Reade But Tragicall to Act As full of Wit as Experience By An. Sc. Gentleman Foelix quem faciunt aliena pericula cartum Wherevnto is added The passionate mans Pilgrimage LONDON Printed by T. C. for William Cotton And are to be sold at his Shop neare Ludgate 1604. TO THE MIGHTIE LEARNED and Ancient Potentate Quisquis Emperour of ✚ King of Great and Little A. Prince of B. C. and D. c. Atiquis wisheth the much increase of true Subiects free from Passion Spleene and Melancholy and indued with Vertue Wisedome and Magnamuntis Or to the Reader AN Epistle to the Reader why that must haue his Forehead or first Entrance like a Courtier Faire-spoken and full of Expectation His middle or Center like your CitizeÌ„s ware-house beautified with inticing vanities though the true Riches consist of Bald Commodities His Randeuow or conclusion like The Lawyers Case able to pocket or any matter But let good word be your best Euidence In the Generall or Foundation he must be like Paules-Church resolued to let euery Knight and Gull trauell vpon him yet his Particulars or Lyneaments may be Royall at the Exchange with ascending stepe promising Newe but costly deuices fashions It must haue Teeth like a Satyre Eyes like a Cryticke and yet may your Tongue speake falâ—e Latine like your Panders and Bawdes of Poetrie Your Genius and Species should march in battle aray with our Politicians yet your Genius ought to liue with an honest soule indeed It should be like the Neuer-too-well read Arcadia where the Prose and Verce Matter and Words are like his Mistresses eyes one still excelling another and without Coriuall for to come home to the vulgars Element like Friendly Shake-speares Tragedies where the Commedian rides when the Tragedian stands on Tip-toe Faith it should please all like Prince Hamlet But in sadnesse then it were to be feared he would runne made Insooth I will not be moone-sicke to please nor out of my wits though I displeased all What â—oct are you in Passion or out of Loue This is as Strange as True Well well if I seeme misticall or tyrannicall whether I be a Foole or a Lords-Ingle allâ— one If you be angry you are not well aduised I will tell you t is an Indian Humour I haue snuft vp from diuine Tabacco and t is most Gentleman-like to puffe it out at any place or person I le no Epistle it were worse then one of Hercules Labours But will conclude honesty is a mans best vertue And but for the Lord Mayor and the two Sherisses the Innes of Court and many Gallants elsewhere this last yeare might haue bene burned As for Momus Carpe and Barke who will if the Noble Asse bray not I am as good a Knight Poet as Etatis suae Maister An. Dom. Sonne in Law Let your Cryticke looke to the Rowels of his spurs the pad of his Saddle and the Ierke of his Wand then let him ride me and my Rimes as hotely an be would ride his Mistresse I care not We shall meete and be friends againe with the breaking of a Speare or two And who would do lesse for a faire Lady There I leaue you where you shall euer finde me Passionate Daiphantus Your louing Subiect Giues you to vnderstand He is A man in Print and t is enough he hath vnder-gone a Pressing yet not like a Ladie though for your sakes and for Ladyes protesting for this poore Infant of his Brayne as it was the price of his Virginitie borne into the world in teares So but for a many his deare friends that tooke much paines for it it had ayed and neuer bene laught at And that if Truth haue wrote lesse than Fixion yet t is better to erre in Knowledge then in Iudgment Also if he haue caught vp half a Line of any others It was out of his Memorie not of any ignorance Why he Dedicates it to all and not to any Particular as his Mistresse or So. His answere is he is better Borne than to creepe into Womens Fauours and aske their leaue afterwards Also he desireth you to helpe Correct such errors of the Printer which because the Authour is dead or was out of the Citie hath beene committed And t was his folly or the Stationers You had not an Epistle to the purpose Thus like a Louer wooes he for your Fauor VVhich if You grant then Omnia vincit Amor. The Argument DAiphantus a yonger Brother very honourably descended brought vp but not borne in Venice naturally subiect to Courting but not to Loue reputed â— man rather full of Complement then of true Curtesie more desirous to be thought honest then so to be wordish beyond discretion promising more to all theÌ„ friend-ship could challenge Mutable in all his Actions but his affections aiming indeed to gaine opinion rather then good will challinging Loue from greatnesse not from Merit studious to abuse his owne wit by the common sale of his infirmities Lastly vnder the colour of his naturall affection which indeed was very pleasant and delightfull coueted to disgrace euery other to his owne discontent a scourge to Beautie a tray for to Women and an Infidell to Loue. This He thâ—s creatures at length falles in loue with two at one instant yea two of his neerest Allies and so indifferently yet outragiously as what was commendaâ—â—le in the one was admirable in the other By which meanes as not despised not regarded if not deceiued not pittied they esteemed him as he was in Deed not words he protested they iested hee swore hee lou'de in sadnesse they in sooth beleeu'de but seemed to giue no crepence to him thinking him so humorous as no resolution could long be good holding this his attestation to them of affection in that kinde more then his contesting against it before time Thus ouercome of that he seemed to conquer he became a slaue to his owne fortunes Laden with much miserie vtter mischiefe seazed vpon him He fell in loue with another A wedded Ladie Then with a fourth named Vitullia And so farre was he imparadized in her beautie she not recomforting him that he fell from Loue to passion so to distraction then to admiration contemplation lastly to madnes thus did he act y e tragical Sceanes who onely pend the Comicall Became if not as brutish as Acteon as furious as Orlando of whose humours and Passions I had rather you should read them then I Act them In the end by one or rather by all hee was recouered A voyce did mad him and a Song did recure him Foure in one sent him out of this world and one with foure redeemed him to the world To whose vnusuall streynes in Musicke and emphaticall Emphasis of Loue I will leaue you to turne ouer a new Leafe This only I will end with Who of Loue should better write Than he that Loue learnes to indita DAIPHANTVS Proem I Sing the olde World in an
Infant Storie I sing the new World in an auncient Dittie I sing this World yea this worlds shame and glory I sing a Medley of rigor and of Pittie I sing the Courts Cyties and the Countrey fashions Yet sing I but of loue and her strange passions I sing that Antheme Louers sigh in sadnesse I sing sweete tunes of ioyes in wo-ven Verses I sing those Lines I once did act in madnesse I sing and weepe teares follow Births and Herses I sing a Dirge a Furie did indight it I sing My Selfe whilst I my Selfe do write it I inuocate to grace my Artlesse labor The faithfull Goddesse men call Memorie True Poets treasure and their wits best fauour To decke my Muse with truest Poesie Though Loue write wel yet PassioÌ„ blindes th'affecton Man ne're rules right that 's in the least subiection Sweete Memorie soules life new life increasing The eye of Iustice tongue of eloquence The locke of Larning Fountaine neuer ceasing The Cabinet of Secrets Caske of Sence Which gouern'll Nature teacheth man his awe That art all Conscience and yet rulst by Law Blesse thou this Loue song-ayre of my best wishes Thou art the Parent nourisheth desire Blow gentle winds safeland me at my Blisses Loue still mouats high though Louers not aspire My Poem's truth â—ond Poets seigne at pleasure A Louing Subiect is a Princes treasure THE PASSIONS OF LOVE IN Venice faire the Citie most admir'd There liu'd a Gallant who Daâ—phantus hight Right Nobly borne well Letter'd Lou'd Desir'd Of euery Courtyer in their most delight ' So full of Pleasaunce that he seem'd to be 'A man begot in Venus infancie His face was faire full comely was his feature Lip't like the Cherrie with a Wantons eye A Mars in anger yet a Venus Creature Made part of Cynthia most of Mercurie A pittied soule so made of Loue and hate Though still belou'd in Loue vnfortunate Thus made by Nature Fortune did conspire To ballance him with weight of Cupids Wings Passant in Loue yet oft in great desire Sudden in Loue not stayd in any thing He courted all not lou'd and much did striue To die for Loue yet neuer meant to wiue As Nature made him faire so likewise wittie She not content his thoughts thus very fickle Fortune that gain'd him plac'st him in this Citie To wheele his head which she had made most tickle Fortune made him belou'd and so distraught him His reynes let forth he fell and Cupid caught him Not farre from Venice in an Abbie faire Well wal'd about two worthy Ladyes dwelt Who Virgins were so sweet and Debonayre The ground they trod on of their odour smelt Two Virgin-Sisters matchlesse in a Pheare Had liued Virgins wel-nigh eighteene yeare Eurialae the Elder Sister 's nam'd The other was Vrania the wise Nature for making them was surely blam'd Venus her selfe by them all did despise ' Such beauties with such vertue So combind ' That al exceeds yet nought exceeds their mind Eurialae so shewes as doth the Sunne When mounted on the continent of Heauen Yet oft she 's clowded but when her glorie 's come Two Suns appeare to make her glory euen ' Her smiles sends brightnes when the Sun 's not bright ' Her lookes giue beauty wheÌ„ the sun lends light Modest and humble of Nature milde and sweete Vnmatched beauty with her vertue meeting Proud that her lowly bezaunce doth regreet With her chast silence Vertue euer keeping ' This is the Sunne that sets before it rise ' This is a Starre No lesse are both her eyes Her beautie pearlesse pearlesse is her minde Her body matchlesse matchlesse are her thoughts Her selfe but one but one like her we finde Her wealth 's her vertue such vertue is not bought ' This is a heauen on earth makes her diuine ' This is the Sunne obscures where it doth shiâ—â— Vrania next Oh that I had that Art Could write her worth her worth no eye may see Or that her tongue oh heauen were now my hart what siluer Lines in showres should drop from me My heart she keepes how can I then indite ' No heart-lesse creature can Loue-passions write As a black vaile vpon the wings of morne Brings forth a day as cleere as Venus face Or a faire Iewell by an Ethiope worne Inricheth much the eye which it doth grace Such is her beautie if it well be told Plac'st in a Iettie Chariot set with gold Her haire Nights Canopie in mourning weedes Is still inthron'd when lockt within is seene A Deitie drawne by a paire of Steedes Like Venus eyes And if the like haue beene Her eyes two radiant Starres but yet diuine Her face daies-sun heauen al if once they shine Vpon the left side of this heauenly feature In Curious worke Nature hath set a Seale Wherein is writ This is a matchlesse Creature Where wit and beautie striues for the appeale The Iudges chosde are Loue Fancie They rise And looking on her with her left their eyes Her Wit and Beautie were at many fraies Whether the deepe impressions did cause Nature said Beautie Art her Wit did praise Loue thought her face her tongue had Truths applause Whilest they contend which was the better part I lent an Eie She rob'd me of my heart Sisters these two are like the Day and Night Their glories by their vertues they doe Merit One as the Day to see the others might The others Night to shadow a high Spirit If all were Day how could a Louer rest Or if all Night Louers were too much blest Both faire As eke their bodies tall and slender Both wise yet Silence shewes their modestie Both graue although they both are yong tender Both humble hearted Not in Pollicie So faire wise graue and humble are esteem'd ' Yet what men see the worst of them is deem'd ' Nature that made them faire doth loue perfection ' What youth counts wisdoÌ„ Age doth bring to trial ' Graue years in youth in Age needs no direction ' An humble heart deserues findes no denyall Faires ring their Knells yet Fame neuer dies True IudgemeÌ„t's froÌ„ the hart not from the eies These two two Sisters Cozens to this Louer He often courts As was his wonted fashion Who sweares all 's fayre yet hath no heart to proue her Seems still in Loue or in a Louers passion Now learn's this Lesson Loue-scoffers find it Cupid hits rightest wheÌ„ Louers do least mind it Although his guise were fashion'd to his mind And wording Loue As complement he vsde Seem'd still to iest at Loue and Louers kind Neuer obtainde but where he was refusde Yet now his words with wit so are rewarded He loues loues two loues all of none regarded Now he that laught to heare true Louers sigh Can bite his Lippes vntill his heart doth bleed Who Iyb'd at al loues al ech daies his night Who scorn'd now weeps howles writes his own meed ' He that would bandy Loue is now the Ball ' Who fear'd no hazard
VVhose was the wit Vrania did praise VVhose were the lips Artesias voice commended Whose was the hart lou'd all al crown'd with baies Sure t' was my selfe what did I O I tremble Yet I le not weep wise men may loue dissemble Fie no fond loue hath euer his reward A Sea of teares A world of sighes and grones Ah me Vitullia will haue no regard To ease my griefe and cure me of my mones If once her eare should hearken to that voyce Relates my Fortunes in Loues fickle choyse But now I will their worth with her's declare That Truth by Error may haue her true beeing Things good are lessned by the thing that 's rare Beautie increaseth by a blacknesse seeing ' Wo so is faire and chaste they sure are best ' Such is Vitullia such are all the rest ' But she is faire and chaste and wise what then ' So are they all without a difference ' She 's faire chaste wise and kinde yes to all men The rest are so Number makes Excellence ' She 's faire chaste wise kind rich yet humble ' They three her equall vertue cā neuer stumble ' Vtiullia is the Sunne they starres of night ' Yet night's the bosome wherin the Sun doth rest ' The Moone her selfe borrowes of the Suns light ' All by the starres take counsell to be blest The day's the Sunne yet Cupid can it blind The stars at night sleepe cures y e troubled mind ' She is a Rose the fairer so the sweeter ' She is a Lute whose belly tunes the Musicke ' She is my Prose yet makes me speake all Meeter ' She is my life yet sicknes me with Phisicke ' She is a Virgin that makes her a Iewell ' She will not loue me therein she is cruell Eurialae is like sleepe when one is wearie Vrania is like a golden slumber Artesias voyce like dreames that makes man merry Vitullia like a Bed all these in comber 1 Sleepe 2 Slumber 3 Dreames vpon a 4 Bed is best First Second Third but in the Fourth is blest Oh but Vitullia what She 's wonders prittie Oh I and what so is she very faire Oh yes and what she 's like her selfe most wittie And yet what is she She is all but Aire What can Earth be but Earth so we are all ' Peace then my Muse Opinion oft doth fall Eurialae I honour for humilitie ' Vrania I reuerence for her wit ' Artesia I adore for true agillitie ' Three Graces for the Goddesses most fit Each of these gifts are blessed in their faces Oh what 's Vitullia who hath all these Graces She 's but a Ladie So are all the rest As pure as sweet as modest yea as loyall Yes She 's the shadow shadowes are the lest Which tells the houre of vertue by her Dyall ' By her men see there is on earth a heauen ' By thē men know her vertues are match't euen In praysing all much time he vainly spent Yet thought none worthy but Vitullia Then cal'd to minde he could not well repent The loue he bare the wise Vrania Eurialae Artesia all such beauties had Which as they pleas'd him made him well nigh mad ' Eurialae her beautie his eye-sight harmed ' Vrania her wit his tongue incensed ' Artesia her voyce his eares had charmed ' Thus poore Daiphantus was with loue tormented Vitullius beautie as he did impart The others vertues vanquished his heart At length he grew as in an extasie Twixt loue and loue whose beautie was the truer His thoughts thus diuers as in a Lunacie He starts and stares to see whose was the purer Oft treads a Maze runs suddenly then stayes Thus with himselfe himself makes many frayes Now with his fingers like a Barber snaps Playes with the fire-pan as it were a Lute Vnties his shoe-strings then his lips he laps Whistles awhile and thinkes it is a Flute At length a glasse presents it to his sight Where well he acts fond loue in passions right His chin he strokes sweares beardles men kisse best His lips anoynts sayes Ladyes vse such fashions Spets on his Napkin termes that the Bathing Iest Then on the dust describes the Courtiers passion Then humble cal's though they do still aspire Ladies then fall when Lords rise by Desire Then stradling goes saies Frenchmen feare no Beares Vowes he will trauaile to the Siege of Brest Swears Captaines they doe all against the heare Protests Tabacco is A smoke-dride Iest Takes vp his pen for a Tabacco-pipe Thus all besmeard each lip the other wipe His breath he thinkes the smoke his tongue a cole Then calls for bottell-ale to quench his thirst Runs to his Inke-pot drinkes then stops the hole And thus growes madder then he was at first Tasso he finds by that of Hamlet thinkes Tearmes him a mad-man than of his Inkhorne drinks Calls Players fooles the foole he iudgeth wisest Will learne them Action out of Chaucers Pander Proues of their Poets bawdes euen in the highest Then drinkes a health and sweares it is no slander Puts off his cloathes his shirt he onely weares Much like mad Hamlet thus as Passion teares Who calls me forth from my distracted thought Oh Serberus if thou I prethy speake Reuenge if thou I was thy Riuall ought In purple gores I le make the ghosts to reake Vitullia oh Vitullia be thou still I le haue reuenge or harrow vp my will I le fallow vp the wrinkles of the earth Goe downe to Hell and knocke at Plutoes gate I le turne the hilles to vallies make a dearth ' Of vertuous honour to eternall Fate I le beat the windes make the tydes keepe back Reigne in the sea That Louers haue no wrack Yes tell the Earth it is a Murderer Hath slayne Vitullia oh Vitullia's dead I le count blinde Cupid for a Conjurer And with wilde horses will I rend his head I with a Pickax will plucke out his braines Laugh at this Boy ease Louers of much paines Oh then I le flie I le swim yet stay and then I le ride the Moone make the cloudes my Horse Make me a Ladder of the heads of men Clime vp to heauen yes my tongue will force To Gods and Angels Oh I le neuer end Till for Vituillia all my cryes I spend Then like a spirit of pure Innocence I le be all white and yet behold I le cry Reuenge Oh Louers this my sufferance Or else for Loue for Loue a soule must die Eurialae Vrania Artesia Soe Heart rent in sunder with these words of woe But soft here comes who comes and not calls out Of Rape and Murder Loue and Villanie Stay wretched man who runs doth neuer doubt It is thy Soule thy Saint thy Deitie Then call the Birds to ring a mourning Knell For mad Daiphantus who doth loue so well Oh sing a Song parted in parcels three I 'le beare the burthen still of all your griefe Who is all woe can tune his miserie To discontents but not to his
is of euery thing yet it self 's but one thing Loue is any thing yet indeed is nothing Wee Virgins know this though not the force of Loue For we two Sisters liue as in a Cell Nor do we scorne it though we it not approue By Prayer we hope her charmes for to repel And thus adew But you in Progresse goe To finde fit place to warble forth your woe Who first seekes mercie is the last for griefe Thus did shee part whose Image stayd behind He in a trance stands mute finds no reliefe For she was absent whose tongue pleas'd his mind But like a hartlesse a hurtlesse Creature In admiration of so sweet a Feature At length look't vp his shaddow onely seeing Sighs to himselfe and weeps yet silent stands Kneels riseth walkes all this without true being Sure he was there though fettred in Loues-bands His lips departed Parted were his blisses Yet for pure Loue each lip the other kisses Reuiu'd by this or else Imagination Recalls things past the time to come laments Records his Loue but with an acclamation Repents himselfe and all these Accidents Now with the wings of Loue he gins to raise His Loue to gaine thus women he doth praise ' Women than Men are purer creatures farre ' The soule of soules the blessed gift of Nature 'To men a heauen To men the brightest starre ' The pearle that 's matchles high without al stature ' So full of goodnes that bounty waiteth still ' Vpon their trencher feeds them with free-will Where seeke we vertue learne true Art or glory Where finde we ioy that lasteth still is spending But in sweet women of mans life the Storie Alpha they are Omega is their ending Their vertues shine with such a sun of brightnes Yet he 's vnwise that looks in them for Lightnes Oh let my Pen relate mine owne decay There are which are not or which should not be Some shap't like saints whose steps are not the way Oh let my Verse not name their infamie These hurt not all but euen the wandring eye VVhich fondly gapes for his owne miserie These do not harme the Honest or the Iust The faithfull Louer or the vertuous Dame But those whose soules be onely giuen to Lust Care more for pleasure then for worthy Fame But peace my Muse for now me thinkes I heare An Angels voyce come warbling in my eare Not distant farre within a Garden faire The sweet â—rtesia sang vnto her Lute Her voyce charmde Cupid and perfumde the Aire Made beasts stand still and birds for to be mute Her voice beauty prou'd so sad a ditty VVho saw was blind who heard soone sued for pitty This Ladie was no Virgin like the rest Yet neare allied By Florence Cittie dwelling Nature and Art within her both were blest ‡ Musicke in her and Loue had his excelling To visite her faire Cozens of she came ' Perhaps more iocound but no whit to blame Fortune had crost her with a churlish Mate Who Strymon hight A Palmer was his Syre Full Nobly borne And of a wealthy state His sonne a childe not borne to his desire ' Thus was she crost which caused her thereby ' Daiphantus griefe to mourne by Simpathie Daiphantus hearing such a Swan-tun'd voyce VVas rauisht as with Angells Melodie Though in this Laborinth blest could not reioyce Nor yet could see what brought this Harmony At length this Goddesse ceast began draw neare ' Who wheÌ„ he saw he saw not t' was her spheare Away then crept he on his knees and hands To hide himself thoght Venus came to plauge him Which she espying like the Sunne she stands As with her beames she thoght for to aswage him But like the Sun which gaz'd on blinds the eie So He by her and so resou'ld to die At this in wonder softly did she pace it Yet suddenly was stayd His Verses ceaz'd her Which he late writ forgot thus was he grac't She read them ouer and the writing pleas'd her ' For Cupid fram'd two Mottoes in her hart ' The one as Dian's the other for his Dart. She read pittied reading pittie taught She Lou'd and hated Hate to loue did turne She smilde wepâ— her weeping smiling brought She hop't fear'd her hopes in feare did mourne She read lou'd smil'd hop't but t was in vaine ' Her teares still dread pitty hate did gaine ' She could haue lou'd him such true verses making ' She might haue lou'd him and yet loue beguiling ' She would haue kist him but fear'd his awaking ' She might haue kist him and sleep sweetly smiling ' She thus afear'd did feare what she most wished ' He thus in hope still hop'd for that he missed He lookte They two long each on other gazed Sweet silence pleaded what each other thought Thus Loue and Fancie both alike amazed As if their tongues and hearts had bin distraught Artesias voyce thus courted him at length The more she spake the greater was his strength Good gentle Sir your Fortunes I bemone And wish my state so happy as to ease you But she that grieude you She it is alone Whose breath can cure and whose kind words appease you VVere I that She heaueÌ„ should my star extinguish If you but lou'd me ere I would relinquish Yet noble Sir I can no loue protest For I am wedded oh word full fraught with woe But in such manner as good loue is blest In honest kindnesse I le not proue your foe Mine owne experience doth my counsell proue I know to pittie yet not care to loue A Sister yet nature hath giuen me A virgin true right faire and sweetly kind Iâ— for her good Fortune hath driuen me To be a comfort your heart shall be her minde My woes yet tells me she is best a maide And heere shee stopt her teares her words thus staide Daiphantus then in number without measure Began her praises which no Pen can end Oh Saint oh Sun of heauen and earth the treasure Who liues if not thy honour to defend Ah me what mortall can be in loue so strange That wedding vertue will a whoring range She like the morning is still fresh and faire The Elements of her they all do borrow The Earth the Fire the VVaters and the Ayre There strength heate moisture liuelines no sorrow Can vertue change beauty hath but one place The hearts still perfect though impald the face Oh eyes no eyes but Stars still cleerly shining Oh face no face but shape of Angells fashion Oh lips no lips but blisse by kisse refining Oh heart no heart but of true loue right Passion Oh eyes face lips and heart if not too cruell To see feele tast and loue earths rarest Iewell This said he paus'd new praises now deuising Kneels to Apollo for his skill and Art When came the Ladies At which he arising Twixt lip and lip he had nor lips nor heart ' His eyes their eyes so sweetly did incumber Although awak't yet in a
golden slumber Most like a Lion rais'd from slumbring ease He cast his lookes full grimly them among ' At length he firmly knit what might appease ' His Brow lok't stedfastly and long ' At one till all their eyes with his eyes met alike ' On faire Vitullia who his heart did strike Vitullia faire yet browne So mixt together As Art and Nature stroue which was the purest So sweet her smilings were a grace to either That heauens glorie in that face seem'd truest Venus excepted when the God her wooed Was ne're so faire so tempting yet so good ' VVonder not Mortalls though all Poets saine The Muses Graces were in this She 's fauour ' Nor wonder though he stroue his tongue to gaine For I leese mine in thinking of his labour Well may he loue I write all wits praise her She 's so all humble Learning cannot raise her ' Daiphantus oft sigh't Oh oft said faire ' Then lookes and sighes and thē cryes wonderfull ' Thus did he long and truely t' was not rare ' The obiect was which made his mind so dull 'Pray pardon him for better to cry Oh ' Then feele that passiō which caused him sigh so Now all were silent not alone this Louer Till came Ismenio Brother to this Saint Whose haste made sweate his tongue he could not proue her For this aga'st him that his heart was saint Thus all amaz'd none knowing any cause Ismenio breathlesse here had time to pause At length Ismenio who had wit and skill Question'd the reason of this strange effect At last related Haste out went his will He told them he was sent them to direct VVhere hunting sports their eyes should better please Who first went foorth Daiphantus most did ease They gone Daiphantus to his Standish hies Thinkes in his writs Vitullia's beauties weare But what he wrote his Muse not iustifies Bids him take time Loue badly writes in feare Her worthy praise if he would truly wite Her Kisses Nector must the same indite Art and sweet nature let your influence droppe From me like rayne Yes yes in golden showres VVhose end is Vertue let him neuer stoppe But fall on her like dewe on sprinkling flowers That both together meeting may beget An Orpheus Two Iems in a soyle richly set Thus Rauisht then distracted as was deem'd Not taught to write of Loue in this extreame In Loue in feare yea trembling as it seem'd If praising her he should not keepe the meane Thus vext he wept his teares intreated pittie But Loue vnconstant tunes a wofull Dittie Now kneels to Venus Faithfulnesse protested To this none else this was his onely Saint Vow'd e're her seruice Or to be arrested To Venus Censure Thus he left to faint His Loue brought wit wit ingrendred Sprite True loue and wit thus learn'd him to indite As the milde lambe runs forth frō shepheards fold By rauenous Woolues is caught and made a praye So is my Sence by which Loue taketh hold Tormented more then any tongue can saye The difference is they torturde so doe die I feede the torment breeds my miserie ' Consum'd by her I liue such is her glory ' Despis'd of her I loue I more adore her I le ne're write ought but of her vertues storie Beautie vnblasted is the eyes rich storer If I should die Oh who would ring loues knell Faint not Daiphantus wise mē loue not so well Like Heauens Artist the Astronomer Gazing on Starres oft to the Earth doth fall So I Daiphantus now Loues Harbinger Am quite condemned to Loues Funerall VVho falls by women by them oft doth rise Ladyes haue lips to kisse as well as Eyes But tush thou foole thou lou'st all thou seest VVho once thou louest thou shouldst change her neuer Constant in Loue Daiphantus see thou beest If thou hope comfort Loue but once and euer Fortune Oh be so good to let me finde A Ladie liuing of this constant minde Oh I would weare her in my hearts heart-gore And place her on the continent of starres Thinke heauē and earth like her had not one more VVould fight for her till all my face were skarres ' But if that women be such fickle Shee s Men may be like them in infirmities Oh no Daiphantus women are not so T is but their shadowes Pictures meerly painted Then turne poore louer Oh heauen not to my wo Then to Vitullia with that word he fainted Yet she that wounds did heale like her no heauen Ods in a man a woman can make euen Oh My Vitullia let me write That downe Oh sweete Vitullia nature made thee sweete Oh kind Vitullia Truth hath the surest ground I le weepe or laugh so that our hearts may meet Loue is not alwayes merry nor still weeping A drop of each Loues ioies are swets in sleeping Her name in golden letters on my brest I le graue Around my temples in a garland weare My art shall be her fauour for to haue My learning still her honour high to reare My lips shall cloze but to her sacred name My tongue be silent but to spread her Fame In Woodes Groaues Hills Vitullias name shall ring In Medowes Orchiards Gardens sweetest faire I le learne the birds her name alone to sing All Quires shall chaunt it in a heauenly Aire ' The Day shall be her Vsher Night her Page ' Heauen her Pallace and this Earth her stage ' Virgins pure chastnes in her eyes shall be ' Women true loue from her true mind shall learne ' Widdowes their mourning in her face shall see ' Children their dutie in her speech discerne And all of them in loue with each but I Who feare her loue will make me feare to die ' My Orisons are still to please this creature ' My vallour sleepes but when she is defended ' My wits still Iaded but when I praise her feature ' My life is hers In her begun and ended Oh happy day wherein I weare not willow Thrice blessed night wherin her brest 's my pillow ' I le serue her as the Mistresse of all pleasure ' I le loue her as the Goddesse of my soule ' I le keepe her as the Iewell of all treasure ' I le liue with her yet out of loues controule ' That all may know I will not from her part ' I le double locke her in my lips and heart ' If ere I sigh It shall be for her pittie ' If ere I mourne her Funerall drawes neare ' If ere I sing her vertue is the dittie ' If ere I smile her beautie is the spheare ' All that I doe is that I may admire her ' All that I wish is that I still desire her But peace Daiphantus Musicke is onely sweete When without discord A Consort makes a heauē The eare is rauisht when true voyces meete Oddes but in Musicke neuer makes things euen In voyces difference breeds a pleasant Dittie In loue a difference brings a scornfull pittie VVhose was the tongue Eurialae defended
reliefe Oh kisse her kisse her And yet do not do so They bring some ioy but with short ioyes long wo. Vpon his knees Oh Goddesses behold A Caitife wretch bemoning his mishappe If euer pittie were hired without gold Lament Daiphantus once in Fortunes Lappe Lament Daiphantus whose good deeds now slūber Lamēt a louer whose wo no tongue can nūmber My woes there did he stay fell to the ground Rightly diuided into blood and teares As if those words had giuen a mortall wound So lay he foming with the waight of cares Who this had seene and seeing had not wept Their hearts were sure from crosses euer kept The Ladies all who late from hunting came Vntimely came to view this Mappe of sorrow Surely all wept and sooth it was no shame For from his grief the world might truly borrow As he lay speechlesse grou'ling all vndrest So they stood weeping silence was their best Ismenio with these Ladies bare a part And much bemoan'de him though he knew not why But kinde compassion strooke him to the heart To see him mad much better see one die Thus walkes Ismenio and yet oft did pause At length A writing made him know the cause He read till words like thunder pierst his hart He sigh 't till sorrow seem'd it selfe to mourne He wept till teares like ysacles did part He pittied so that pistle hare did scorne He read to sigh and weepe for pitties sake The lesse he read the lesse his heart did quake At length resolu'd he vp the writing takes And to the Ladies trauells as with childe The birth was Loue such loue as discord makes The Midwife Patience thus in words full mild◠He writ with teares that which with blood was writ The more he read the more they pittied it They looke vpon Daiphantus he not seeing And wondred at him but his sence was parted They lou'd him much though little was his beeing And sought to cure him thogh he was faint harted Ismenio thus with speed resolues to ease him By a sweet song his Sister should appease him Ismenio was resolu'd he would be eased And was resolu'd of no meanes but by Musicke Which is so heauenly that it hath released The danger oft not to be cur'd by Phisicke Her tongue and hand thus married together Could not but please him who so loued either But first before his madnesse were alayd They offred Incence at Dianaes Shrine And much besought her now to be apayd Which was soone granted to these Saints diuine Yet so that mad Daiphantus must agree Neuer to loue but liue in Chastitie Thus they adjur'd him by the Gods on high Neuer hence foorth to shoote with Cupids Quiuer Nor loue to feine for ther 's no remedie If once relapst then was he mad for euer Tortur'd Daiphantus now a signe did make And kinde Ismenio this did vndertake Then gan Artesia play vpon her Lute Whose voyce sang sweetly now a mourning Ditty Loue her admir'd thogh he that lou'd were mute Cupid himselfe feard he should sue for pittie Oh wondrous vertue words spokē are but wind But sung to prick-song they are ioyes diuine ' I heard her sing but still methought I dreamed ' I heard her play but I me thought did sleepe ' The Day and Night till now were neuer weaned ' Venus and Dian rauisht both did weepe ' They which each hated now agreed to say ' This was the Goddesse both of night and day My heart and eares so rauisht with her voyce I still forgot what still I heard her sing The tune Surely of Sonnets this was all the choice Poets do keepe it as a charming thing ' What thinke you of the ioyes that Daiphātus had ' When for such Musicke I would still be mad The Birdes came chirping to the windowes round And so stood still as if they rauisht weare Beasts forth the forrest came brought with the soūd The Lyon layd him downe as if in feare The Fishes in fresh Riuers swam to shore ' Yea had not Nature stayd them had done more This was a sight whose eyes had euer seene This was a voice such musick nere was heard This paradice was it where who had bene ' Might well haue thought of hell and not afeard Sure hell it selfe was heauen in this spheare ' Mad-men wild beasts all here tamed weare Like as a King his chaire of state ascendeth Being newly made a God vpon the earth In stately amounts till step by step be endeth Thinkes it to heauen A true assending birth So hies Daiphantus on his legs and feete As if Daiphantus now some God should meete He lookes vpon himselfe not without wonder He wonders at himselfe what he might be He laughes vnto himselfe thinkes he 's a slumber He weepes vnto himselfe himselfe to see And sure to heare and see what he had done Might make him sweare but now y e world begun Fully reuiued at last Artesia ceast When Beasts and Birds so hideous noise did make That almost all turnd furie feare was the least Yea such a feare as forc't them cry and quake Till that Daiphantus more of reason had Then they which mon'd him lately being mad He with more ioy than words could well declare And with more words than his new tongue could tell Did striue to speake such was his loue care Thus to be thankfull But yet knew not well ' VVhether his tongue not tun'd vnto his hart ' Or modest silence would best act his part But speake he will then giue attentiue eare To heare him tell a wofull Louers storie His hands and eyes to heauen vp did he reare Griefe taught him speech though he to speake were sorrie But whatsoeuer be a Louers passion Daiphantus speakes his in a mourning fashion As o're the Mountains walkes the wandring soule Seeking for rest in his vnresting spirit So good Daiphantus thinking to inroule Himselfe in grace by telling of loues merit VVas so distracted how he should commend it VVhere he began he wished still to end it Eurialae my eyes are hers in right Vrania my tongue is as her dewe Artesia my eares to her I dight My heart to each And yet my heart to you To you Vitullia to you and all the rest VVho once me cursed now to make me blest 1 Beauty 2 wit did 1 wound 2 pearce my heart 3 Musicke and 4 Fauour 3 gain'd and 4 kept it sure Loue lead by 3 Fancie to the 4 last I part Loue lead by Reason to the first is truer 3 Beautie and wit first conquered made me yeild 3 Musicque 4 Fauour rescued got the field To 1 Wit and 2 Beautie my first loue I giue Musicke 3 4 Fauours my second loue haue gaind All made me mad and all did me relieue Though one recur'd me when I was sustaind Thus troth to say to all I loue did owe Therefore to all my loue I euer vowe Thus to the first 1 2 his right hand he did tender His left hand