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A18417	Ouids banquet of sence A coronet for his mistresse philosophie, and his amorous zodiacke. VVith a translation of a Latine coppie, written by a fryer, anno Dom. 1400.; Ovids banquet of sence.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.; Map, Walter, fl. 1200. Phillis and Flora. English.; R. S., Esquire.	1595 (1595)	STC 4985; ESTC S104945	31,287	70

honor and my libertie O nature how doost thou defame in this Our humane honors yoking men with beasts And noblest mindes with slaues thus beauties blisse Loue and all vertues that quick spirit feasts Surfet on flesh and thou that banquests mindes Most bounteous Mistresse of thy dull-tongu'd guests Reapst not due thanks thus rude frailetie bindes What thou giu'st wings thus ioyes I feele in thee Hang on my lips and will not vttered be Sweete touch the engine that loues bow doth bend The sence wherewith he feeles him deified The obiect whereto all his actions tend In all his blindenes his most pleasing guide For thy sake will I write the Art of loue Since thou doost blow his fire and feede his pride Since in thy sphere his health and life doth moue For thee I hate who hate societie And such as selfe-loue makes his slauerie In these dog-dayes how this contagion smoothers The purest bloods with vertues diet fined Nothing theyr owne vnlesse they be some others Spite of themselues are in themselues confined And liue so poore they are of all despised Theyr gifts held down with scorne should be diuined And they like Mummers mask vnknowne vnprised A thousand merua●les mourne in some such brest Would make a kinde and worthy Patrone blest To mee deere Soueraigne thou art Patronesse And I with that thy graces haue infused Will make all fat and foggy braines confesse Riches my from a poore verse be deduced And that Golds loue shall leaue them groueling heere When thy perfections shall to heauen be Mused Deckt in bright verse where Angels shall appeare The praise of vertue loue and beauty singi●g Honor to Noblesse shame to Auarice bringing HEere Ouid interupted with the view Of other Dames who then the Garden painted Shrowded himselfe and did as death eschew All note by which his loues fame might be tainted And as when mighty Macedon had wun The Monarchie of Earth yet when hee fainted Grieu'd that no greater action could be doone And that there were no more worlds to subdue So loues defects loues Conqueror did rue But as when expert Painters haue displaid To quickest life a Monarchs royall hand Holding a Scepter there is yet bewraide But halfe his fingers when we vnderstand The rest not to be seene and neuer blame The Painters Art in nicest censures skand So in the compasse of this curious frame Ouid well knew there was much more intended With whose omition none must be offended Intentio animi actio Explicit conuiuium ❧ A Coronet for his Mistresse Philosophie MVses that sing loues sensuall Emperie And Louers kindling your enraged fires At Cupids bonfires burning in the eye Blowne with the emptie breath of vaine desires You that prefer the painted Cabinet Before the welthy Iewels it doth store yee That all your ioyes in dying figures set And staine the liuing substance of your glory Abiure those ioyes abhor their memory And let my loue the honord subiect be Of loue and honors compleate historie Your eyes were neuer yet let in to see The maiestie and riches of the minde But dwell in darknes for your God is blinde BVT dwell in darknes for your God is blinde Humor poures downe ●uch torrents on his eyes Which as from Mountaines fall on his base kind And eate your entrails o●t with exstasies Colour whose hands for faintnes are not felt Can binde your waxen thoughts in Adamant And with her painted fires your harts doth melt Which beate your soules in peecs with a pant But my loue is the cordiall of ●oules Teaching by passion what perfection is In whose fix● beauties shine the sacred scroule And long-lost records of your humane blisse Spirit of flesh and soule to spirit giuing Loue flowes not from my lyuer but her liuing A Coronet LOue flowes not from my liuer b●● her liuing From whence all stings to perfect loue are darted All powre and thought of pridefull lust depriuing Her life so pure and she so spo●les harted In whome ●its beautie with so firme a brow That age nor care nor torment can contract it Heauens glories shining there doe stuffe alow And vertues constant graces do compact it Her minde the beame of God drawes in the fires Of her chast eyes from all earths tempting fewell Which vpward lifts the lookes of her desires And makes each precious thought in her a Iewell And as huge fires comprest more pro●dly f●ame So her close beauties further blaze her fame SO her close beauties further blaze her ●a●●e When from the world into herselfe reflected Shee lets her shameles glorie in her shame Content for heau'n to be of earth reiected Shee thus deprest knocks at Oly●pus gate And in 〈◊〉 Temple of her har● Doth the diuorcele● nuptials celebrate Twixt God and her where loues pr●phaned dart Feedes the chast flames of Hym●● fi●m●ment Wherein sh● 〈◊〉 for her part The Robes looke● 〈…〉 Of female natures 〈…〉 Vertue is both 〈…〉 Of her remou'd and soule-infusde regard OF her remou'd and soule-infusde regard With whose firme species as with golden Lances She points her liues field for all wars prepard And beares one chanceles minde in all mischances Th'inuersed world that goes vpon her head And with her wanton heeles doth kyck the sky My loue disdaynes though she be honored And without enuy sees her emperie Loaths all her ●oyes and thoughts cupidinine Arandging in the army of her face All vertues forces to dismay loose ●yne That hold no quarter with renowne or grace War to all frailetie peace of all things pure Her looke doth promise and her life assure HEr looke doth promise and her life assure A right line forcing a reba●eles point In her high deedes through euery thing obscure To full perfection not the weake disioint Of female humors nor the Protean rages Of pied fac'd fashion that doth shrink and swell Working poore m●n like waxen images And makes them apish strangers where they dwell Can alter her titles of primacy Courtship of antick ies●ures br●ineles iests Bloud without soul● of false nobiliti● Nor any folly that the world infests Can alter her who with her constant guises To liuing vertues turns the deadly vices TO liuing vertues turns the deadly vices For couetous shee is of all good parts Incontinent for still she showes entices To consort with them sucking out theyr harts Proud for the scorns prostrate humilitie And gluttonous in store of abstinence Drunk with extractions stild in feruencie From contemplation and true continence Burning in wrath against impatience And sloth it selfe for she will neuer rise From that all-seeing trance the band of sence Wherein in view of all soules skils she lyes No constancie to that her minde doth moue Nor riches to the vertues of my loue NOr riches to the vertues of my loue Nor Empire to her mighty gouernment Which fayre analisde in her beauties groue Showes Lawes for care and Canons for content And as a purple tincture gyuen to Glasse By cleere transmission of the Sunne doth

to this clowde of his Made my affections his artillerie Shot me at you his proper Cytadell And loosing all my forces heere I fell This Glosse is common as thy rudenes strange Not to forbeare these priuate times quoth she Whose fixed Rites none shoulde presume to change Not where there is adiudg'd inchasti●ie Our nakednes should be as much conceald As our accomplishments desire the eye It is a secrete not to be reuealde But as Virginitie and Nuptialls clothed And to our honour all to be betrothed It is a want where our aboundance lyes Giuen a sole dowre t'enrich chast Hymens Bed A perfect Image of our purities And glasse by which our actions should be dressed That tells vs honor is as soone defild And should be kept as pure and incompressed But sight attainteth it for Thought Sights childe Begetteth sinne and Nature bides defame When light and lawles eyes bewray our shame Deere Mistresse answerd Ouid to direct Our actions by the straitest rule that is We must in matters Morrall quite reiect Vulgar Opinion euer led amisse And let autentique Reason ●e our guide The wife of Truth and Wisdoms Gouernisse The nature of all actions must be waide And as they then appeare breede loue or loathing Vse makes things nothing huge and huge things nothing As in your sight how can sight simply beeing A Sence receiuing essence to his flame Sent from his obiect giue it harme by seeing Whose action in the Seer hath his frame All excellence of shape is made for fight Else to be like a Beast were no defame Hid Beauties lose theyr ends and wrong theyr right And can kinde loue where no harms kinde can be Disgrace with seeing that is gi●en to see Tis I alas and my hart-bu●●ing Eye Doe all the harme and f●ele the harme wee doo I am no 〈◊〉 y●● harmles I Poyson with sight and mine owne bosom● too So am I to my selfe a So●●eresse Bewitcht with my concei●es in her I woo But you vnwronged and all ●●shon●●lesse No ill dares touch affliction sorc●●ie One kisse of yours can quickly remedie I could not times obserue as others might Of cold affects and watry ●empers framde Yet well assurde the wounder of your ●ight Was so farre of from seeing you defamde That euer in the Ph●●e of Memorie Your loue shall shine by it in mee enflamde Then let your powre be clad in l●nitie Doe not as others would of custome storme But proue yo●r wit as pregnant as your forme Nor is my loue so suddaine since my hart Was long loues Vulcan with his pants vnrest Ham'ring the shafts bred th●● delightsome smart And as when Ioue at once from East and W●st Cast off two Eagles to 〈◊〉 the sight Of this world Center b●th his Byrds ●oynd brest In Cynthian D●lp●o● since Ear●hs nauill hight So casting off my ce●seles though●s to see My harts true C●●●er all doe 〈◊〉 in thee Cupid that acts in you suffers in mee To make himselfe one tryumph-place of twaine Into your tunes and odors turned hee And through my sences flew into my braine Where rules the Prince of sence whose Throne hee takes And of my Motions engines fra●d a chaine To leade mee where hee list and heere hee makes Nature my fate enforce mee and re●ignes The raines of all to you in whom hee shines For yeelding loue then do● not haue impart Nor let mine Eye your carefull Harbengere That hath puruaide your Chamber in my hart Be blamde for seeing who it lodged there The freer seruice mer●its gre●ter meede Princes are seru'd with vnexpected chere And must haue things in store before they neede Thus should faire Dames be wise and confident Not blushing to be noted excellent Now as when Heauen is m●ffled with the vapors His long since iust di●orced wife the E●rth In enuie breath's to maske his spu●●ie Tapers From the vnrich aboundance of her binth When straight the westerne issue of the Ayre Beates with his flowrie wings those Brats of dearth And giues Oly●pus leaue to shew his fayre So fled th'offended shaddowes of her ●heere And showd her pleased count'nance full as cleere Which for his fourth course made our Poet court her c. THis motion of my soule my fantasie Created by three sences put in act Let iustice nourish with the ●impathie Putting my other sences into fact If now thou gr●nt not now changde that offence To suffer change doth perfect sence compact Change then and suffer for the vse of sence Wee liue not for our selues the Eare and Eye And euery sence must serue societie To furnish then this Banquet where the tast Is neuer vsde and yet the cheere diuine The neerest meane deare Mistres that thou hast To blesse me with it is a kysse of thine Which grace shall borrow organs of my touch T'aduance it to that inward taste of mine Which makes all sence and shall delight as much Then with a kisse deare life adorne thy feast And let as Benquets should the last be best I see vnbidden G●ests are boldest still And well you showe how weake in soule you are That let rude sence subdue your reasons skill And feede so spoilefully on sacred fare In temper of such needles feasts as this We show more bounty still the more we spare Chiefly where birth and state so different is Ayre too much rarefied breakes forth in fire And fauors too farre vrg'd do end in ire The difference of our births imperiall Dame Is heerein noted with too triuiall eyes For your rare wits that should your choices frame To state of parts that most doth royalize Not to commend mine owne but that in yours Beyond your birth are perrils soueraignties Which vrgd your words had strook with sharper powers Tis for mere looke-like Ladies and for men To boast of birth that still be childeren Running to Father straight to helpe theyr needs True dignities and rites of reuerence Are sowne in mindes an● reapt in liuely deedes And onely pollicie makes difference Twixt States since vertue want● du● imperance Vertue makes honor as the soule doth sence And merit farre exceedes inheri●ance The Graces fill loues cup his feasts adorning Who seekes your seruice now the Graces scorning Pure loue said she the purest grace pursues And there is contact not by application Of lips or bodies but of bodies vertues As in our ele●entale Nation Stars by theyr powers which are theyr heat and light Do heauenly works and that which hath probation By vertuall contact hath the noblest plight Both for the lasting and affinitie It hath with naturall diuini●ie Ouid replied in thys thy vertuall presence Most fayre Corynna thou canst not effuse The true and solid parts of thy pure essence But doost thy superficiall beames produce Of thy rich substance which because they flow Rather from forme then from the matters vse Resemblance onely of thy body showe Whereof they are thy wondrous species And t'is thy substance must my

by the necke my Au●umne Ile commence Thy necke that merrits place of excellence Such as this is where with a certaine Sphere In ballancing the darknes with the light It so might vvey vvith skoles of equall weight Thy be●uties seene with those doe not ●ppeare 21 Now past my month t'admire for built most pure This Marble piller and her ly●eature I come t'inhabit thy most gracious teates Teates that ●eede loue vpon the white riphees Teates where he hangs his glory and his trophes When victor from the Gods war he retreats 22 Hid in the vale twixt these two hils confined This vale the nest of loues and ioyes diuined Shall I inioy mine ease and fayre be passed Beneath these parching Alp● and this sweet cold Is first thys month heauen doth to vs vnfold But there shall I still greeue to bee displaced 23 To sort from this most braue and pompous signe Leauing a little my ecliptick lyne Lesse superstitious then the other S●nne The rest of my Autumnall race Ile end To see thy hand whence I the crowne attend Since in thy past parts I haue slightly runne 24 Thy hand a Lilly gendred of a Rose That wakes the morning hid in nights repose And from Apollos bed the vaile doth twine That each where doth th'Idalian Minion guide That bends his bow that tyes and leaues vntyed The siluer ribbands of his little Ensigne 25 In fine still drawing to th'Antartick Pole The Tropicke signe Ile runne at for my Gole Which I can scarce expresse with chastitie I know in heauen t'is called C●pricorne And with the suddaine thought my case takes horne So heauen-like Capricorne the name shall be 26 This wondrous fit the wintry Solstice seaseth Where darknes greater growes and day decreseth Where rather I would be in night then day But when I see my iournies doe encrease Ile straight dispatch me thence and goe in peace To my next house where I may safer stay 27 This house alongst thy naked thighs is found Naked of spot made fleshy firme and round To entertayne loues friends with feeling sport These Cupids secret misteries enfold And pillers are that Venus Phane vphold Of her deare ioyes the glory and support 28 Sliding on thy smooth thighs to thys months end To thy well fashiond Calues I will descend That soone the last house I may apprehend Thy slender feete fine slender feete that shame Thetis sheene feete which Poets so much fame And heere my latest season I will end LENVOY 29 DEare Mistres if poore wishes heauen would heare I would not chuse the empire of the water The empire of the ayre nor of the earth But endlesly my course of life confining In this fayre Zodiack for euer shining And with thy beauties make me endles mirth 30 But gracious Loue if ielous heauen deny My life this truely-blest variet●e Yet will I thee through all the world disperse If not in heauen amongst those brauing fires Yet heere thy beauties which the World admires Bright as those flames shall glister in my verse The amorous contention of Phillis and Flora translated out of a Latine coppie written by a Fryer Anno. 1400. 1 IN flowrie season of the yeere And when the Firm●●ent was cleere When T●llus Herbals pain●ed were With issue of disparant cheere 2 When th'Vsher to the Morne did rise And driue the darknes from the skyes Sleepe gaue their visuall liberties To Phillis and to Floras eyes 3 To walke these Ladies liked best For sleepe reiects the wounded brest Who ioyntly to a Meade addrest Theyr sportance with the place to feast 4 Thus made they amorous excesse Both Virgins and both Princesses Fayre Phillis wore a liberall tresse But Flora hers in curls did dresse 5 Nor in their ornamentall grace Nor in behauiour were they base Their yeeres and mindes in equall place Did youth and his effects embrace 6 A little yet vnlike they proue And somewhat hostilely they stroue A Clarke did Floras humor moue But Phillis likt a Souldiours loue 7 For stature and fresh beauties flowrs There grew no difference in theyr dowrs All things were free to both theyr powrs Without and in theyr courtlie Bow●s 8 One vowe thy made religiously And were of one societie And onely was theyr imparie The forme of eythers fantasie 9 Now did a gentle timely gale A little whisper through the Dale Where was a place of festiuall With verdant grasse adorned all 10 And in that Meade-proude-making grasse A Riuer like to liquid glasse Did with such soundfull murm●re passe That with the same it wanton was 11 Hard by this Bro●ke a Pi●e had sea●e With goodly furniture complete To make the place in state more great And lessen the inflaming hea●e 12 Which was with leaues so beautified And spred his brest so thick and wide That all the Sunnes estranged prid● Sustaind repulse on euery side 13 Queene Phillis by the Foord● did ●it But Fl●ra farre remou'd from it The place in all things sweet was fi● Where th'erbage did their se●●●s admit 14 Thus while they opposite were set And could not theyr effects forget Loues arrowes and theyr bosoms me● And both theyr hart● did passion-●●●t 15 Loue close and inwa●d s●●o●ds his fires And in faint word● firme sighes expires Pale tinctures change theyr cheekes attires But modest shame entombes their ●res 16 Phillis dyd Flora ●ighing take And Flora dyd requitall make So both together part the st●ke Till forth the wound and sicknes brake 17 In this chang'd speech they long time stayd The processe all 〈◊〉 loue they layd Loue in theyr har●● theyr lookes bewraid At last in la●ghter Phillis sayd 18 Braue Souldier Paris my harts seisure In fight or in his peacefull leysure The Souldiers life is lifes chiefe treasure Most worth the Loue-Queenes houshold plesure 19 While shee her war-friend did prefer Flora lookt coy and laught at her And did this aduerse speech auer Thou might'st haue said I loue a Begger 20 But what doth Alcibiades My Loue past all in worths excesse Whom Nature doth with all gyfts blesse O onely Clarks liues happines 21 This hard speech Phillis hardly takes And thus shee Flora● patience crakes Thou lou'st a Man pure loue forsakes That God his godlesse belly makes 22 Rise wretch from this grose exsta●ie A Clarke sole Epicure thinke I No elegance can beautifie A shapelesse lumpe of gluttony 23 His hart sweet Cupids Tents reiects That onely m●ate and drinke affects O Flora all mens intelects Know Souldiers vowe● shun those respects 24 Meere helps for neede his minde suffiseth Dull sleepe and surfets he despiseth Loues Trumpe his temples exerciseth Courage and loue his life compriseth 25 Who with like band our loues combineth Euen natures law thereat repineth My Loue in conquests Palm wreaths shineth Thine feast deforms mine fight refineth 26 Flora her modest face enrosed VVhose second s●ile more faire disclosed At length with moouing voyce shee losed VVhat Art in her stord brest reposed 27 Phillis thy fill of speech

inuoke Neuer was any sence so sette on fire With an immo●tall ardor as myne eares Her fingers to the strings doth speeche inspire And numbered laughter that the deskant beares To hir sweete voice whose species through my sence My spirits to theyr highest function reares To which imprest with ceaseles con●luence It vseth them as propper to her powre Marries my soule and makes it selfe her dowre Me thinks her tunes flye guilt like Attick Bees To my eares hi●es with hony tryed to ayre My braine is but the combe the wax the lees My soule the Drone that liues by their affayre O so it sweets refines and rauish●th And with what sport they sting in theyr repayre Rise then in swarms and sting me thus to death Or turne me into swounde possesse me whole Soule to my life and essence to my soule Say gentle Ayre ô does it not thee good Thus to be smit with her correcting voyce Why daunce ye not ye daughters of the wood W●ther for euer if not now reioyce Rise stones and build a Cittie with her notes And notes infuse with your most Cynthian noyse To all th● Trees sweete flowers and christall Flotes That crowne and make this cheerefull Garden quick ● Vertue that euery ●uch may make such Musick O that as man is cald a little world The world might shrink into a little man To heare the notes about this Garden hurld That skill disperst in tunes so Orphean Might not be lost in smiting stocks and trees That haue no eares but growne as it began Spred theyr renownes as far as Phoebus sees Through earths dull vaines that shee like heauen might moue In ceaseles Musick and be fill'd with loue In precious incense of her holy breath My loue doth offer Hecatombs of notes To all the Gods who now despise the death Of Oxen Heifers Wethers Swine and Goates A Sonnet in her breathing sacrifiz'd Delights them more then all beasts bellowing throates As much with heauen as with my hearing priz'd And as guilt Atoms in the sunne appeare So greete these sounds the grissells of myne eare Whose pores doe open wide to theyr regreete And my implanted ayre that ayre embraceth Which they impresse I feele theyr nimble feete Tread my eares Labyrinth theyr sport amazeth They keepe such measure play themselues and dance And now my soule in Cupids Furnace blazeth Wrought into furie with theyr daliance And as the fire the parched stuble burns So fades my flesh and into spyrit turns Sweete tunes braue issue that from Iulia come Shooke from her braine armd like the Queene of Ire For first conceiued in her mentall wombe And nourisht with her soules discursiue fire They grew into the power of her thought She gaue them dounye plumes from her attire And them to strong imagination brought That to her voice wherein most mouinglye Shee blessing them with kysses letts them flye Who flye reioysing but like noblest mindes In giuing others life themselues do dye Not able to endure earthes rude vnkindes Bred in my soueraigns parts too tenderly O that as Intellects themselues transite To eache intellegible quallitie My life might passe into my loues conceit Thus to be form'd in words her tunes and breath And with her kysses sing it selfe to death This life were wholy sweete this onely blisse Thus would I liue to dye Thus sence were feasted My life that in my flesh a Chaos is Should to a Golden worlde be thus dygested Thus should I rule her faces Monarchy Whose lookes in seuerall Empires are inuested Crown'd now with smiles and then with modesty Thus in her tunes diuision I should raigne For her conceipt does all in euery vaine My life then turn'd to that t'each note and word Should I consorte her looke which sweeter sings Where songs of solid harmony accord Rulde with Loues ●ule and prickt with all his stings Thus should I be her notes before they be While in her blood they sitte with fierye wings Not vapord in her voyces stillerie Nought are these notes her breast so sweetely frames But motions fled out of her spirits flames For as when steele and flint together smit With violent action spitt forth sparkes of fire And make the tender tynder burne with it So my loues soule doth lighten her desire Vppon her spyrits in her notes pretence And they conuaye them for distinckt attire To vse the Wardrobe of the common sence From whence in vailes of her rich breath they flye And feast the eare with this felicitye Me thinks they rayse me from the heauy ground And moue me swimming in the yeelding ayre As Zephirs flowry blas●s doe tosse a sounde Vpon their wings will I to Heauen repayre And sing them so Gods shall descend and heare Ladies must bee ador'd that are but fayre But apt besides with art to tempt the eare In notes of Nature is a Goddesse part Though oft mens natures notes please more then Art But heere are Art and Nature both confinde Art casting Nature in so deepe a trance That both seeme deade because they be diuinde Buried is Hea●en in earthly ignorance Why break● not men then strumpet Follies bounds To learne at this pure virgine vtterance No none but Ouids eares can sound these sounds Where sing the harts of Loue and Poesie Which make my M●se so strong she works too hye Now in his glowing eares her tunes did sleepe And as a siluer Bell with violent blowe Of Steele or Iron when his soundes most deepe Doe from his sides and ayres soft bosome flowe A great while after murmures at the stroke Letting the hearers eares his hardnes knowe So chid the Ayre to be no longer broke And left the accents panting in his eare Which in this Banquet his first seruice were HEerewith as Ouid something neerer drew Her Odors odord with her breath and brest Into the sensor of his sauor flew As if the Phenix hasting to her rest Had gatherd all th'Arabian Spice●e T'enbalme her body in her Tombe her nest And there lay burning gainst Apollos eye Whose fiery ayre straight piercing Ouids braine Enflamde his Muse with a more odorouse vaine And thus he sung come soueraigne Odors come Restore my spirits now in loue consuming Wax hotter ayre make them more sauorsome My fainting life with fresh-breath'd soule perfuming The flames of my disease are violent And many perish on late helps presuming With which hard fate must I yet stand content As Odors put in fire most richly smell So men must burne in loue that will excell And as the ayre is rarefied with heate But thick and grosse with Summer-killing colde So men in loue aspire perfections seate When others slaues to base desire are sold And if that men neere Ganges liu'd by sent Of Flowres and Trees more I a thousand fold May liue by these pure fumes that doe present My Mistres quickning and consuming breath Where her wish flyes with power of life and death Me thinks as in these liberall fumes

taint Opposed subiects so my Mistresse face Doth reuerence in her viewers browes depaint And like the Pansye with a little vaile Shee giues her inward worke the greater grace Which my lines imitate though much they faile Her gyfts so hie and tymes conceits so base Her vertues then aboue my verse must raise her For words want Art and Art want● words to praise her FOR words want Art Art wants words to praise her Yet shall my actiu● and ●●dustrious pen Winde his sharpe forheade through those parts that ●aise her And register ●er worth past rarest women Her selfe shall be my Muse that well will knowe Her proper inspirations an●d aswage With her deere loue the wrongs my fortunes show Which to my yo●th binde har●●esse griefe in age Her selfe shall be my comfort and my r●ches And all my tho●ghts I will on her con●ert Honor and Error which the world bewitches Shall still crowne fooles and ●read vpon desert And neuer shall my friendlesse verse enuie Muses that Fames loose fea●hers beautifie MVses that Fames loose feathers beautifie And such as ●corne to tread the Theater As ignora●● the ●●●de of memorie Haue most inspirde and show●e theyr glories there To noblest wits and men of highest doome That for the kingly Lawrell bent affayre The Theaters of Athens and of R●m● Haue beene the Crownes and not the base empayre Farre then be this foule clowdy-browd contempt From like-plu●de Birds and let your sacred rymes From honors Court theyr ser●ile feete exempt That liue by soothing moods and se●●ing tymes And let my loue adorne with modest eyes Muses that sing loues sensuall Empery●● Lucidius olim The amorous Zodiack 1 I Neuer see the Sunne but s●ddainly My soule is mou'd with spite and ielousie Of his high blisse in his sweete co●rse discerned And am displeasde to see so many signes As the bright S●ye vnworthily diuines Enioy an honor they haue neuer earned 2 To thinke heauen decks with such a beautious show A Harpe a Shyp a Serpent and ● Crow And such a crew of creatures of no prises But to excite in vs th'vnshamefast flames With which long since Ioue wrongd so many Dames Reuiuing in his rule theyr names and vices 3 Deare Mistres whom the Gods bred heere belowe T'expresse theyr wondrous powre and let vs know That before thee they nought did perfect make Why may not I as in those signes the Sunne Shine in thy beauties and as roundly r●●ne To frame like him an endlesse Zodiack 4 With thee Ile furnish both the yeere and Sky Running in thee my course of destinie And thou shalt be the rest of all my mouing But of thy numberles and perfect graces To giue my Moones theyr ful in twelue months spaces I chuse but twelue in guerdon of my louing 5 Keeping euen way through euery excellence Ile make in all an equall residence Of a newe Zodiack a new Phoebus guising When without altering the course of nature Ile make the seasons good and euery creature Shall henceforth reckon day from my first rising 6 To open then the Spring-times golden gate And flowre my race with ardor temperate Ile e●ter by thy head and haue for house In my first month this heauen-Ram-curled tresse Of which Loue all his charme-chaines doth addresse A Signe fit for a Spring so beau●io●s 7 Lodgd in that fleece of hayre yellow and curld Ile take high pleasure to enlight the world And fetter me in gold thy crisps implies Earth at this Spring spungie and langorsome With enuie of our ioyes in loue become Shall swarme with flowers ayre with painted flie● 8 Thy smooth embowd brow where all grace I see My second month and second house shall be Which brow with her cleere beauties shall delight The Earth yet sad and ouerture confer To herbes buds flowers and verdure gracing Ver Rendring her more then Sommer exquisite 9 All this fresh Aprill this sweet month of Venus I will admire this browe so bounteous This brow braue Court for loue and vertue builded This brow where Chastitie holds garrison This brow that blushlesse none can looke vpon This brow with euery grace and honor guilded 10 Resigning that to perfect this my yeere Ile come to see thine eyes that now I feare Thine eyes that sparckling like two Twin-borne fires Whose lookes benigne and shining sweets doe grace Mays youthfull mo●th with a more pleasing face Iustly the Twinns signe hold in my desires 11 Scorcht with the beames these sister-flames eiect The liuing sparcks thereof Earth shall effect The shock of our ioynd-fires the Sommer starting The season by degrees shall change againe The dayes theyr longest durance shall retaine The starres their amplest light and ardor dar●ing 12 But now I feare that thronde in such a shine Playing with obiects pleasant and diuine I should be mou'd to dwell there thirtie dayes O no I could not in so little space With ioy admire enough theyr plen●eous grace But euer liue in sun-shine of theyr rayes 13 Yet this should be in vaine my forced will My course designd begun shall follow still So forth I must when forth this month is wore And of the neighbor Signes be borne anew Which Signe perhaps may stay mee with the view More to conceiue and so desire the more 14 It is thy nose sterne to thy Barke of loue Or which Pyne-like doth crowne a flowrie Groue Which Nature striud to fashion with her best That shee might neuer turne to show more skill And that the enuious foole vsd to speake ill Might feele pretended fault chokt in his brest 15 The violent season in a Signe so bright Still more and more become more proude of light Should still incense mee in the following Signe A signe whose sight desires a gracious kisse And the red confines of thy tongue it is Where hotter then before mine eyes would shine 16 So glow those Corrals nought but fire respiring With smiles or words or sighs her thoughts attiring Or be it she a kisse diuinely frameth Or that her tongue shookes forward and retires Doubling like feruent Syrius summers fires In L●os mouth which all the world enflameth 17 And now to bid the Boreall signes adew I come to giue thy virgin-cheekes the view To temper all my fire and tame my heate Which soone will feele it selfe extinct and dead In those fayre courts with modestie dispred With holy humble and chast thoughts repleate 18 The purple tinct thy Marble cheekes retaine The Marble tinct thy purple cheekes doth staine The Lillies dulie equald with thine eyes The tinct that dyes the Morne with deeper red Shall hold my course a Month if as I dread My fires to issue want not faculties 19 To ballance now thy more obscured graces Gainst them the circle of thy head encha●es Twise three Months vsd to run through twise three houses To render in this heauen my labor lasting I hast to see the rest and with one hasting The dripping tyme shall fill the Earth carowses 20 Then