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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09529	Philochasander and Elanira the faire lady of Britaine Wherein is discouered the miserable passions of loue in exile, his vnspeakeable ioy receaued againe into fauour, with the deserued guerdon of perfit loue and constancie. By Henry Petowe.	Petowe, Henry.	1599 (1599)	STC 19808; ESTC S110433	14,214	51

Philochasander AND ELANIRA The faire Lady of Britaine Wherein is discouered the miserable passions of Loue in exile his vnspeakeable Ioy receaued againe into fauour with the deserued guerdon of perfit loue and Constancie Hurtfull to none but pleasaunt and delightfull for all Estates to contemplate By Henry Petowe Dulcia non meruit qui non gustauit amara Printed by Thomas Purfoot 1599. To the vertuous and courteous young Gentleman and his very friend Maister Iohn Cowper H. P. wisheth increase of vertue and heauenly Happinesse SEeme you content be discontent who list My chiefest studie is to please my frend Your liking scares the byting Satirist What foole dyslikes where vertue doth commend Vertues firme stay is resident in thee And I from vertue seeke Appologie Vouchsafe then thou admired to descend Downe from th'imperious rich skie threatning throne Of all subdewing vertue honours friend And grace the Roofe of my poore mansion Herein's contain'd the house of my goood will Like it and take it so be Land-lord still Yf the foundation shrinking chance to faile And strongest posts the builder doe beguile Suppose it then the Cottage of a Snaile That tottering falls so that her ruine smile Decay in such poore creatures breeds delight For their ambition sauors not of might Yours to his power humbly deuoted Henry Petowe Ad Inuidiam SHame seeking Zoylists is it not offence That Momus is the God of your deuotion To whome you consecrate all diligence In carping and contemning euery motion Shame ye not thus to seeke the shame of others Why seeke you shame shame swiftly doth pursue you Yet enuie so your bashfull sences smothers That you shame not so much as they that view you Looke back looke back and let this Poem passe That passeth not blinde byting Enuies terrour But learne to knowe abstaynance in this glasse And carpe not that which wanteth naught but errour Vaine are all actions of humanitie Then blame not fiction 'tis but vanitie N. R. Gent. In laud'em Authoris THe Lawrels greene wreath Pallas doth propose To the Tryumphant Temples of all those Which by Appollo's inspiration Merit faire Daphnes transformation Then doth this Author by all Poets Lawes Deserue that Fame with generall applause Henry Snelling Gentleman To the quick-sighted Readers AS he that lately ransom'd from the snare Dreads still venture on the selfe-same gin So erst by folly led not arm'd with care Seeke I to shun the pit I late was in The sinke of misconceite and errors Cell Wherein my wandring Muse downehead-long fell Rays'd by your fauours she hath prunde her wings And now her second flight she gins to make Oh doe not hurt her though she rudely springs For want of skill but rather pleasure take To see an vnflidg'd fowle make shift to flie Whose vngrowne plumes all meanes for ayd deny Once she did ill since when she liu'd obscure In blacke robes mu'd within an ebon herse No longer now she will her selfe Immure But cancell her rude Epitaphe's harsh verse Blest may her second resurrection be And in your fauours liue eternallie Yours as opportunitie will permit H. P. To the fayrest Elanira FAire glorie of Virtue whose bright Angels forme Fram'd of immortall powers all diuine Banish the blacke Cloudes of a threatning stormes Darting such splendant rayes from Bewties eyen Eyes casting light like to the Lampes of heauen Whose eyes all eyes of sight hath quite bereauen Blinde I whose I can neuer be but blinde Unlesse the sun-shine of your sacred bewtie Inforce the curtaines of mine eyes assign'd By loue to ope ' and doe their wonted dutie Then shine bright Sunne vpon my liquid soyle Drench'd with my teares in hazard of much spoyle How can that soyle faire Sunne but ruinate Whereon the Sunne will neuer cast his light Such is your Bewties force when I contemplate That one kinde smile can brighten my darke night My harts sad woes which force my soule to languish Such is my woes inexorable anguish Yf then one harmeles smile from beauties faire Lend comfort to a thousand new bred woes Smile sacred Sainct to banish fell dispaire Dispaire that all sweet pleasure ouerthrowes My weale or woe at Beawties mercieis Frownes bred my sorrowes smiles my endles blisse Philochasander The pleasant Historie of Philochasander and Elanira SEauen tymes twise tould the bright Hyperian Hath circled the fierie Zodiacke Seauen times twise seauen since darting loue began Within those twise seuen dais my poore soules wrack Of an old hurt yet feele the woūd but green Wounded by Loue yet loue hath neuer seen In Cyprus springes where Beautie faire once dwelt A well so hot that who so tasts the same Were hee of stone as thawed Ice should melt And finde his brest kindled with burning flame Whose feruent heate my cold lymmes so opprest That fell dispaire doth lend me little rest An other well that springes so hot is found Whose chilling venome of repugnant kinde Drenches the burning heate of Cupids wound And with the spot of change infects the minde Whereof my deare hath tasted to my paine My seruice thus is growen into disdaine II. FRom Tuskane came my Ladies worthy race Faire Florence was sometimes her auntient seate The westerne Ile whose pleasant shore doth face Wilde Cambers cliffes did giue her liuely heate Fostred she was with Milke of Irish brest And now in famous Britaine she doth rest Fortune bad Chaunce the Author of my rewe Why did you suffer hoarie aged tyme To present such a Diamond to my viewe At whose first sight my Sun-shine did decline Warres forren gallants wherefore did you slumber And carelesly let slip so rare a wonder Why did you sleepe and did not gaze vpon her Why did so rare a prise escape your handes Why did not waking Centonels cease on her Whose sacred lookes all earth on earth commaunds Her faire of kinde her vertues from aboue Happy is he that can obtayne her loue III. THe Sun hath twice brought forth his tēder green Twice clad the Earth in liuely lustinesse Once haue the windes the trees displayed clean And once againe begins their cruelnesse Since I haue hid the harme within my brest My Ladies coy disdaine that hinders rest The winters hurt recouers with the warme The parched greene restored is with shade What warmth alas may serue for to disarme The frozen heart that mine inflame hath made VVhat colde againe is able to restore My fresh greene yeares that wither more more Strange kindes of death in life I trie At hand to melt farre of in flame to burne And like as time list to my cure applie So doth each place whole heapes of woes returne Loue seemes to haue my cure still in scorne VVho liuing die and dying liue to morne IIII. MOst happie all but I the sauadge wild The sencelesse beasts in field that pasture takes Nature will not permit them be beguild Of their true-harted loue affecting makes The poorest senceles creature on earth lyuing ' Enioyes what he loues most