neere my goddesse I there see For she the field nimphes oftentimes doth haunt To hunt with them the fierce and sauage bore And hauing sported virelaies they chaunt Whilst I vnhappy helplesse cares deplore There did I call to hir ah too vnkinde But tyger like of me she had no minde Sonnet 9. Vnto the fountaine where faire Delila chaste The proud Acteon turned to a Hart I droue my flocke that water sweete to taste Cause from the welkin Phoebus gan depart There did I see the nymph whom I admire Remembring hir locks of which the yellow hew Made blush the beauties of hir curled wire Which Ioue himselfe with woonder well might view Then red withire hir tresses she berent And weeping hid the beautie of hir face Whilst I amazed at hir discontent With teares and sighs do humbly sue for grace But she regarding neither teares nor mone Flies from the fountaine leauing me alone Sonnet 10. Am I a Gorgon that she doth me flie Or was I hatched in the riuer Nyle Or doth my Chloris stand in doubt that I With Syren songs do seeke hir to beguyle If any one of these she can obiect Gainst me which chaste affected loue protest Then might my fortunes by hir frownes be checkt And blamelesse she from scandall free might rest But seeing I am no hideous monster borne But haue that shape which other men do beare Which forme great Iupiter did neuer scorne Amongst hir subiects heere on earth to weare Why should she then that soule with sorrow fill Which vowed hath to loue and serue hir still Sonnet 11. Tell me my deere what mooues thy ruthlesse minde To be so cruell seeing thou art so faire Did Nature frame thy beautie so vnkinde Or dost thou scorne to pitie my despaire O no it was not natures ornament But winged loues vnpartiall cruell wound Which in my hart is euer permanent Vntill my Chloris make me whole and sound O glorious loue-god thinke on my harts griefe Let not thy vassaile pine through deepe disdaine By wounding Chloris I shall finde reliefe If thou impart to hir some of my paine She doth thy temples and thy shrines abiect They with Amintas flowers by me are deckt Sonnet 12. Cease eies to weepe sith none bemones your weeping Leaue of good muse to sound the cruell name Of my loues Queene which hath my hart in keeping Yet of my loue doth make a iesting game Long hath my sufferance labored to inforce One pearle of pitie from hir pretty eies Whilst I with restles Oceans of remorce Bedew the banks where my faire Chloris lies Where my faire Chloris baths hir tender skin And doth triumph to see such riuers fall From those moist springs which neuer dry haue bin Since she their honor hath detain'de in thrall And still she scornes one fauoring smile to showe Vnto those waues proceeding from my woe A dreame Sonnet 13. What time faire Titan in the Zenith sate And equally the fixed poles did heate When to my flocke my daily woes I chate And vnderneath abroad beech tooke my seate The dreaming god which Morpheus Poets call Augmenting fuell to my Aetnas fire With sleepe possessing my weake sences all In apparitions makes my hopes aspire Me thought I saw the Nimph I would imbrace With armes abroad comming to me for helpe A lust-led Satyre hauing hir in chace Which after hir about the fields did yelpe I seeing my loue in perplexed plight A sturdy bat from of an oke I rest And with the rauishor continue fight Till breathlesse I vpon the earth him left Then when my coy Nimph saw hir breathlesse foe With kisses kinde she gratifies my paine Protesting neuer rigor more to showe Happy was I this good hap to obtaine But drowsie slumbers flying to their cell My sudden ioy conuerted was to bale My wonted sorrowes still with me do dwell I looked round about on hill and dale But I could neither my faire Chloris view Nor yet the Satyre which erst while I slew Sonnet 14. Moornfull Amintas thou didst pine with care Bicause the fates by their vntimely doome Or life bereft thy louing Phillis faire When thy loues spring did first begin to bloome My care doth counteruaile that care of thine And yet my Chloris drawes hir angrie breath My hopes still hoping hopelesse now repine For liuing she doth adde to me but death Thy Phillis dying loued thee full deere My Chloris liuing hates poore Coryns loue Thus doth my woe as great as thine appeere Though sundry accents both our sorrowes moue Thy swan-like songs did shew thy dying anguish These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish Sonnet 15. These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish My wofull wailings tels my discontent Yet Chloris nought esteemeth of mine anguish My thrilling throbs hir hart cannot relent My Kids to heare the rimes and round delaies Which I on wastefull hils was wont to sing Did more delight the Larke in sommer daies Whole eccho made the neighbour groues to ring But now my flocke all drooping bleates and cries Bicause my pipe the author of their sport All rent and torne and vnrespected lies Their lamentations do my cares consort They cease to feede and listen to the plaint Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint Sonnet 16. Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint Who mercilesse my praiers doth attend Who Tiger-like doth pittie my complaint And neuer eare vnto my woes will lend But still false hope dispairing life deludes And tels my fancie I shall grace obtaine But Chloris faire my orisons concludes With fearfull frownes presagers of my paine Thus do I spend the weary wandring day Oppressed with a Chaos of harts griefe Thus I consume the obscure night away Neglecting sleepe which brings all cares reliefe Thus I passe my ling'ring life in woe But when my blisse will come I do not knoe Sonnet 17. The perils which Leander tooke in hand Faire Heros loue and fauor to obtaine When void of feare securely leauing land Through Hellespont he swam to Cestos maine His dangers should not counterpoise my toile If my deere loue would once but pittie showe To quench these flames which in my breast do broile Or dry these springs which from mine eies do flowe Not onely Hellespont but Ocean seas For hir sweete sake to forde I would attempt So that my trauels would hir ire appeas My soule from thrall and languish to exempt O what ist not poore I would vndertake If labor could my peace with Chloris make Sonnet 18. My Loue I cannot thy rare beauties place Vnder those formes which many writers vse Some like to stones compare their mistres face Some in the name of flowers do loue abuse Some makes their loue a goldsmiths shop to be Where orient pearles and pretious stones abounde In my conceite these farre do disagree The perfect praise of beautie foorth to sounde O Chloris thou dost imitate thy selfe Selfs imitating passeth pretious stones Or all the Easterne Indian golden pelfe Thy red and
hope at length my cares to ouerplow Meane while mine eies shall feede on hir faire face My sighs shall tell to hir my sad designes My painefull pen shall euer sue for grace To helpe my hart which languishing now pines And I will triumph still amidst my woe Till mercy shall my sorrowes ouerflowe Sonnet 30. The raging sea within his limits lies And with an ebbe his flowing doth discharge The riuers when beyond their bounds they ries Themselues do emptie in the Ocean large But my loues sea which neuer limit keepeth Which neuer ebs but alwaies euer floweth In liquid salt vnto my Chloris weepeth Yet frustrate are the teares which he bestoweth This sea which first was but a little spring Is now so great and far beyond all reason That it a deluge to my thoughts doth bring Which ouerwhelmed hath my ioying season So hard and dry is my Saints cruell minde These waues no way in hir to sinke can finde Sonnet 31. These waues no way in hir to sinke can finde To penetrate the pith of contemplation These teares cannot dissolue hir hardned minde Nor mooue hir hart on me to take compassion O then poore Coryne scornd and quite despized Loath now to liue since life procures thy woe Enough thou hast thy hart anatomized For hir sweete sake which will no pittie shoe But as colde winters stormes and nipping frost Can neuer change sweet Aramanthus hue So though my loue and life by hir are crost My hart shall still be constant firme and true Although Erynnis hinders Hymens rites My fixed faith against obliuion fites Sonnet 32. My fixed faith against obliuion fights And I cannot forget her pretty elfe Although she cruell be vnto my plights Yet let me rather cleane forget my selfe Then hir sweete name out of my minde should goe Which is th' Elixar of my pining soule From whence the essence of my life doth floe Whose beautie rare my sences all controule Themselues most happie euermore accounting That such a nymph is Queene of their affection With rauisht rage they to the skies are mounting Esteeming not their thraldome nor subiection But still do ioy amidst their miserie With patience bearing loues captiuitie Sonnet 33. With patience bearing loues captiuitie Themselues vnguiltie of his wrath alleaging These homely lines abiects of Poesie For libertie and for their ransome pleadging And being free they solemnly do vowe Vnder his banner euer armes to beare Against those rebels which do disallowe That loue of blisse should be the soueraigne heire And Chloris if these weeping truce-men may One sparke of pittie from thine eies obtaine In recompence of their sad heauie lay Poore Coryne shall thy faithfull friend remaine And what I say I euer will approue No ioy may be compared to thy loue Sonnet 34. The birde of Thrace which doth bewaile hir rape And murthred Itis eaten by his sire When she hir woes in dolefull tunes doth shape She sets hir brest against a thornie brire Because care-charmer sleepe should not disturbe The tragicke tale which to the night she tels She doth hir rest and quietnes thus curbe Amongst the groues where secret silence dwels Euen so I wake and waking waile all night Chloris vnkindnes slumbers doth expell I need not thornes sweete sleepe to put to flight Hir crueltie my golden rest doth quell That day and night to me are alwaies one Consum'd in woe in teares in sighes and mone Sonnet 35. Like to the shipman in his brittle boate Tossed aloft by the vnconstant winde By dangerous rocks and whirling gulfes doth floate Hoping at length the wished Porte to finde So doth my loue in stormy billowes saile And passeth the gaping Scillaes waues In hope at length with Chloris to preuaile And win that prize which most my fancie craues Which vnto me of value will be more Then was that rich and welthie golden fleece Which Iason stout from Colchos Iland bore With winde in sailes vnto the shore of Greece More rich more rare more woorth hir loue I prize Then all the wealth which vnder heauen lies Sonnet 36. O what a wound and what a deadly stroke Doth Cupid giue to vs perplexed louers Which cleaues more fast then Iuie doth to oke Vnto our harts where he his might discouers Though warlike Mars were armed at all points With that tride coate which fierie Vulcan made Loues shaftes did penetrate his steeled ioints And in his breast in streaming gore did wade So pittiles is this fell conquerer That in his mothers paps his arrowes stucke Such is his rage that he doth not defer To wound those orbs from whence he life did sucke Then sith no mercy he shewes to his mother We meekely must his force and rigor smother Sonnet 37. Each beast in field doth wish the morning light The birds to Hesper pleasant laies do sing The wanton kids well fed reioice in night Being likewise glad when day begins to spring But night nor day are welcome vnto me Both can beare witnes of my lamentation All day sad sighing Corine you shall see All night he spends in teares and exclamation Thus still I liue although I take no rest But liuing looke as one that is a dying Thus my sad soule with care and griefe opprest Seemes as a ghost to Styx and Lethe flying Thus hath fond loue bereft my youthfull yeeres Of all good hap before old age appeeres Sonnet 38. That day wherein mine eies cannot hir see Which is the essence of their christall sight Both blinde obscure and dimme that day they bee And are debarred of faire heauens light That day wherein mine eares do want to heare hir Hearing that day is from me quite bereft That day wherein to touch I come not neer hir That day no sence of touching I haue left That day wherein I lacke the fragrant smell Which from hir pleasant amber breath proceedeth Smelling that day disdaines with me to dwell Onely weake hope my pining carcase feedeth But burst poore hart thou hast no better hope Since all thy sences haue no further scope Sonnet 39. The stately Lion and the furious Beare The skill of man doth alter from their kinde For where before they wilde and sauage were By art both tame and meeke you shall them finde The Elephant although a mighty beast A man may rule according to his skill The lustie horse obaieth our beheast For with the Curbe you may him guide at will Although the stint most hard containes the fire By force we do his vertue soone obtaine For with a steele you shall haue your desire Thus man may all things by industry gaine Onely a woman if she list not loue No art nor force can vnto pitie moue Sonnet 40. No Arte nor force can vnto pittie moue Hir stonie hart that makes my hart to pant No pleading passions of my extreame loue Can mollifie hir minde of adamant Ah cruell sex and foe to all mankinde Either you loue or els you hate too much A glistring shew of golde in
white with purest faire attones Matchlesse for beautie nature hath thee framed Onely vnkinde and cruell thou art named Sonnet 19. The Hound by eating grasse doth finde reliefe For being sicke it is his choysest meate The wounded Hart doth ease his paine and griefe If he the herbe Dictamion may eate The loath some Snake renewes his sight againe When he casts off his withered coate and hue The skie bred Eagle fresh age doth obtaine When he his beake decaieth doth renue I woorse then these whose sore no salue can cure Whose griefe no herbe nor plant nor tree can ease Remedilesse I still must paine indure Till I my Chloris furious moode can please She like the Scorpion gaue to me a wound And like the Scorpion she must make me sound Sonnet 20. Yee wastefull woods beare witnes of my woe Wherein my plaints did oftentimes abound Yee carelesse birds my sorrowes well do knoe They in your songs were wont to make a sound Thou pleasant spring canst record likewise beare Of my designes and sad disparagment When thy transparent billowes mingled weare With those downfals which from mine eies were sent The eccho of my still-lamenting cries From hallow vaults in treble voice resoundeth And then into the emptie aire it flies And backe againe from whence it came reboundeth That Nimphe vnto my clamors doth replie Being likewise scornd in loue as well as I. Sonnet 21. Being likewise scornd in loue as well as I By that selfe-louing boy which did disdaine To heare hir after him for loue to crie For which in dens obscure she doth remaine Yet doth she answer to ech speech and voice And renders backe the last of what we speake But ' specially if she might haue hir choice She of vnkindnes would hir talke foorth breake She loues to heare of loues most sacred name Although poore nimph in loue she was despised And euer since she hides hir head for shame That hir true meaning was so lightly prised She pittying me part of my woes doth beare As you good shepheards listning now shall heare Sonnet 22. O fairest faire to thee I make my plaint my plaint To thee from whom my cause of grief doth spring doth spring Attentiue be vnto the grones sweete Saint sweete Saint Which vnto thee in dolefull tunes I sing I sing My mornefull muse doth alwaies speake of thee of thee My loue is pure ô do it not disdaine disdaine With bitter sorrow still oppresse not mee not mee But mildly looke vpon me which complaine which cōplaine Kill not my true-affecting thoughts but giue but giue Such pretious balme of comfort to my hart my hart That casting off dispaire in hope to liue hope to liue I may finde helpe at length to ease my smart to ease my smart So shall you adde such courage to my loue my loue That fortune false my faith shall not remoue shal not remoue Sonnet 23. The Phoenix faire which rich Arabia breedes When wasting time expires hir tragedy No more on Phaebus radiant raise she feedes But heapeth vp great store of spicery And on a loftie towring Cedar tree With heauenly substance she hir selfe consumes From whence she yoong againe appeeres to bee Out of the Cinders of hir peerelesse plumes So I which long haue fried in loues flame The fire not made of spice but sighes and teares Reuiue againe in hope disdaine to shame And put to flight the Author of my feares Hir eies reuiue decaying life in me Though they augmenters of my thraldome be Sonnet 24. Though they augmenters of my thraldome be For hir I liue and hir I loue and none els O then faire eies looke mildly vpon me Who poore despisde forlorne must liue alone els And like Amintas haunt the desart cels And monilesse there breath out thy crueltie Where none but care and Melancholy dwels I for reuenge to Nemesis will crie If that will not preuaile my wandring ghoste Which breathles heere this loue scorcht trunck shall leaue Shall vnto thee with tragicke tidings poste How thy disdaine did life from soule bereaue Then all too late my death thou wilt repent When murthers guilt thy conscience shall torment Sonnet 25. Who doth not know that loue is triumphant Sitting vpon the throne of Maiestie The gods themselues his cruell darts do daunt And he blind boy smiles at their miserie Loue made great Ioue ofttimes transforme his shape Loue made the fierce Alcides stoop at last Achillis stout and bold could not escape The direfull doome which loue vpon him cast Loue made Leander passe the dreadfull flood Which Cestos from Abydos doth deuide Loue made a Chaos where proud Ilion stood Through loue the Carthaginian Dido dide Thus may we see how loue doth rule raignes Bringing those vnder which his power disdaines Sonnet 26. Though you be faire and beautifull withall And I am blacke for which you me despise Know that your beauty subiect is to fall Though you esteeme it at so high a prise And time may come when that whereof you boast Which is your youths chief wealth and ornament Shall withered be by winters raging froast When beauties pride and flowring yeeres are spent Then wilt thou morne when none shall thee respect Then wilt thou think how thou hast scornd my tears Then pitilesse ech one will thee neglect When hoary gray shall die thy yellow hears Then wilt thou thinke vpon poore Corins case Who lou'd thee deere yet liu'd in thy disgrace Sonnet 27. O Loue leaue of with sorrow to torment mee Let my harts griefe and pining paine content thee The breach is made I giue thee leaue to enter Thee to resist great god I dare not venter Restlesse desire doth aggrauate mine anguish Carefull conceits do fill my soule with languish Be not too cruell in thy conquest gained Thy deadly shafts hath victory obtained Batter no more my forte with fierce affection But shield me captiue vnder thy protection I yeeld to thee O Loue thou art the stronger Raise then thy siege and trouble me no longer Sonnet 28. What cruell star or fate had domination When I was borne that thus my loue is crossed Or from what Planet had I deriuation That thus my life in seas of woe is crossed Doth any liue that euer had such hap That all their actions are of none effect Whom fortune neuer dandled in hir lap But as an abiect still doth me reiect Ah fickle dame and yet thou constant art My daily griefe and anguish to increase And to augment the troubles of my hart Thou of these bonds wilt neuer me release So that thy darlings me to be may know The true Idea of all worldly woe Sonnet 29. Some in their harts their Mistres colours bears Some hath hir gloues some other hath hir garters Some in a bracelet weares hir golden hears And some with kisses seale their louing charters But I which neuer fauor reaped yet Nor had one pleasant looke from hir faire brow Content my selfe in silent shade to sit In
you we finde And yet you prooue but copper in the touch But why O why do I so farre digresse Nature you made of pure and fairest molde The pompe and glory of man to depresse And as your slaues in thraldome them to holde Which by experience now too well I proue There is no paine vnto the paines of loue Sonnet 41. Faire Shepheardesse when as these rusticke lines Comes to thy sight waigh but with what affection Thy seruile doth depaint his sad desines Which to redres of thee he makes election If so you scorne you kill if you seeme coye You wound poore Corine to the very hart If that you smile you shall increase his ioye If these you like you banish do all smart And this I do protest most fairest faire My muse shall neuer cease that hill to clime To which the learned Muses do repaire And all to deifie thy name in rime And neuer none shall write with truer minde As by all proofe and triall you shall finde Sonnet 42. Dye dye my hopes for you do but augment The burning accents of my deepe despaire Disdaine and scorne your downfall do consent Tell to the world she is vnkinde yet faire O eies close vp those euer-running fountaines For pitilesse are all the teares you shed Wherewith you watred haue both dales and mountaines I see I see remorce from hir is fled Packe hence yee sighs into the empty aire Into the aire that none your sound may heare Sith cruell Chloris hath of you no care Although she once esteemed you full deare Let Sable night all your disgraces couer Yet truer sighes were neuer sigh't by louer Sonnet 43. Thou glorious sunne from whence my lesser light The substance of his christall shine doth borrow Let these my mones finde fauor in thy sight And with remorce extinguish now my sorrow Renew those lampes which thy disdaine hath quenched As Phoebus doth his sister Phoebes shine Consider how thy Coryne being drenched In seas of woe to thee his plaints incline And at thy feete with teares doth sue for grace Which art the goddesse of his chast desire Let not thy frowns these labors poore deface Although aloft they at the first aspire And time shall come as yet vnknowne to men When I more large thy praises foorth shall pen. Sonnet 44. When I more large thy praises foorth shall show That all the world thy beauty shall admire Desiring that most sacred Nimph to know Which hath the sheapherds fancie set on fire Till then my deere let these thine eies content Till then faire loue thinke if I merit fauor Till then O let thy mercifull assent Relish my hopes with some comforting sauor So shall you adde such courage to my muse That she shall clime the step Parnasaes hill That learned Poets shall my deeds peruse When I from thence obtained haue more skill And what I sing shall alwaies be of thee As long as life or breath remaines in me Sonnet 45. When she was borne whom I intirely loue Th'immortall gods hir birth-rites foorth to grace Descending from their glorious seat aboue They did on hir these seuerall vertues place First Saturne gaue to hir sobriety Ioue then indued hir with comelines And Sol with wisedome did hir beautify Mercurie with wit and knowledge did hir bles Venus with beautie did all parts bedeck Luna therewith did modesty combine Diana chast all loose desires did check And like a lampe in cleernes she doth shine But Mars according to his stubborne kinde No vertue gaue but a disdainefull minde Sonnet 46. When Chloris first with hir hart-robbing-eie Inchaunted had my silly sences all I little did respect loues crueltie I neuer thought his snares should me enthrall But since hir tresses haue intangled me My pining flocke did neuer heare me sing Those ioly notes which earst did make them glee Nor do my kids about me leape and spring As they were wont but when they heare me crie They likewise crie and fill the aire with bleating Then do my sheepe vpon the cold earth lie And feede no more my griefes they are repeating O Chloris if thou then sawest them and me I'am sure thou wouldste both pitie them and me Sonnet 47. I need not tell thee of the lilly white Nor of the roseat red which doth thee grace Nor of thy golden haires like Phoebus bright Nor of the beautie of thy fairest face Nor of thine eies which heauenly stars excell Nor of thine azurde vaines which are so cleere Nor of thy paps where Loue himselfe doth dwell Which like two hils of violets appeere Nor of thy tender sides nor belly soft Nor of thy goodly thighes as white as snow Whose glory to my fancie seemeth oft That like an arch triumphall they do show All these I know that thou dost know too well But of thy hart too cruell I thee tell Sonnet 48. But of thy hart too cruell I thee tell Which hath tormented my yoong budding age And doth vnlesse your mildnes passions quell My vtter ruine neere at hand presage Insteed of blood which wont was to display His ruddy red vpon my hearlesse face By ouer greeuing that is fled away Pale dying colour there hath taken place Those curled locks which thou wast wont to twist Vnkempt vnshorne and out of order beene Since my disgrace I had of them no list Since when these eies no ioyfull day haue seene Nor neuer shall till you renue againe The mutuall loue which did possesse vs twaine Sonnet 49. You that imbrace inchaunting Poesie Be gratious to perplexed Coryns lines You that do feele loues proud authoritie Helpe me to sing my sighs and sad designes Chloris requite not faithful loue with scorne But as thou oughtest haue commiseration I haue ynough anatomized and torne My hart thereof to make a pure oblation Likewise consider how thy Coryne priseth Thy parts aboue each absolute perfection How he of euery pretious thing deuiseth To make thee soueraigne grant me then affection Els thus I prise thee Chloris is alone More hard then gold or pearle or pretious stone Sonnet 50. Colin I know that in thy loftie wit Thou wilt but laugh at these my youthfull lines Content I am they should in silence sit Obscurd from light to sing their sad designes But that it pleased thy graue shepherdhood The Patron of my maiden verse to bee When I in doubt of raging Enuie stood And now I waigh not who shall Chloris see For fruit before it comes to full perfection But blossomes is as euery man doth know So these being bloomes and vnder thy protection In time I hope to ripenes more will grow And so I leaue thee to thy woorthy muse Desiring thee all faults heere to excuse FINIS