Iliads of Diegoes paine Let them be writ in plain-seene lines of glasse To shew how louing he I cruell was Hereat shee pausd tell me sweet sir quoth shee how I might see my deere-embosom'd friend That now if what is past may pardned be vnto his griefes I may impose an end Where-with they both agreed that the next day They would eniourney them without more stay Long were they not Desire still goes on Ice and nere can stay tell that he hath his wish Mens willing mindes each thing doth soone intice to hast to the which they would faine accomplish But that they came as hauing a good guide Vnto the place where they Diego spide Sacred Pymplaides on dip my quill within the holy waters of your spring Infuze into my braine some of your skill that ioyfully of these I now may sing Those Louers now twixt whom late dwelt annoy Swymming in seas of ouer-whelming ioy But pardon mee you Dames of Helycon for thus inuoking your diuinest ayde Which was by me vnworthy call'd vpon at your rare knowledge I am much dismaide My barren-witted braines are all too base To be your sacred learnings resting place Thus of themselues in pleasures extasie these Louers now embrace them in theyr armes Speechlesse they are eye countersixt on eye like two that are coniur'd by magique charmes So close their armes were twin'd so neer they came As if both man and woman were one frame In th' end as doth a Current lately stayd rush mainly forth his long-imprisoned flood So brake out words and thus Dyego sayd what my Gyneura O my harts chiefe good I st possible that thou thy selfe should'st daigne In seeing me to take so wondrous paine Oh speake not of my paine my deerest loue all paine is pleasure that I take for thee Thou that so loyall and so true doost proue might scorne mee now so credulous to be Then sweet Diego let vs now returne And banish all things that might make vs mourne T were infinite to tell of their great gladnes theyr amorous greetings their soules delight Diego now had exil'd griefe and sadnes rauisht with ioy whilst he enioyde her sight Let it suffise they homeward now retire Which suddaine chance both men maids admire Gyneura now delights but in his presence shee cannot once endure him from her sight His loue-ful face is now her soules sole essence and on his face shee dotes both day and night She nere did once disdaine him halfe so much As now she honors him loues force is such Diego now wrapt in a world of pleasure imparadiz'd in hauing his desire Floting in Seas of ioy aboue all measure sought means to mittigate loues burning fire VVho walking with his loue alone one day Discharg'd his minde and thus began to say O faire Gyneura how long wil't be ere safron-robed Hymen doe vnite vs My soule doth long that happy howre to see O let the angry Fates no longer spight vs Lingring delays will teare my greeued hart Let me no longer feele so painefull smart Gyneura which desir'd it as her life tells him that paine shall shortly haue a cure Shortly quoth she I le be thy married wife ty'de in those chaynes which euer wil endure Be patient then and thou shalt plainly see In working it how forward I will be And so she was no time dyd she mispend wherein shee gets not things in readines That might to Hymens rites full fitly tend or once conduce to such theyr happines All things prepar'd these Louers now are chayned In marriage bands in which they long remained These whilst they liu'd did liue in all content contending who should loue each other most To w e pure loue proude Fame her eares down lent and through the world of it doth highly boast O happy he to whom loue comes at last That will restore what hate before did wast Then deerest loue GyneuryZe at the last And I shall soone forget what ere is past AND now farewel when I shal fare but ill flourish ioy whē I shal droope and languish All plentious good awaite vpon thy will whē extreame want shal bring my soule deaths anguish Forced by thee thou mercy-wanting mayd must I abandon this my native soyle Hoping my sorrowes heate will be allayd by absence tyme necessity or toyle So nowe adiew the winds call my depart Thy beauties excellence my rudest quill Shall neuer-more vnto the world impart so that it know thy hate I haue my will And when thou hear'st that I for thee shall perrish Be sorrowfull And henceforth true loue cherrish FINIS Poco senno basta a chi Fortuna suona
illusions and idle Theames thy spells are false thou canst not charme aright For when in bed I thinke t' imbrace my loue inchaunted by thy magique so to thinke Vaine are my thoughts t is empty ayre I proue that still I waile till watching make me winke And when I winke I wish I nere might wake But sleeping carryed to the Stigian Lake Sonnet XX. THE strongest Pyne that Queene Feronia hath growing within her woody Emperie Is soone throwne downe by Boreas windy wrath if one roote onely his supporter be The tallest Ship that cuts the angry Waue and plowes the Seas of Saturnes second sunne If but one Anchor for a iourney haue when that is lost gainst euery Rocke doth runne I am that Pyne faire loue that Ship am I and thou that Anchor art and roote to me If then thou faile oh faile not I must die and pyne away in endlesse miserie But words preuaile not nor can sighes deuise To mooue thy hart if bent to tyrannize Sonnet XXI AS winters rage young plants vnkindly spilleth as haile greene Corne and lightning floures perish So mans decay is loue whose hart it killeth if in his soule bee carefully it cherrish O how alluringly hee offers grace and breathes newe hope of lyfe into our thought VVith cheerefull pleasant yet deceitfull face he creepes fawnes till in his net w' are caught Then when he sees vs Captiues by him led and sees vs prostrate humbly crauing helpe So feirce a Lyon Lybia neuer bred nor Adders sting nor any Tigresse whelpe Oh blest be they that neuer felt his force Loue hath nor pittie mercy nor remorse Sonnet XXII LOoke as a Bird through sweetnes of the call doth cleane forget the fowlers guilefull trap Or one that gazing on the starres doth fall in some deepe pit bewayling his mishap So wretched I whilst with Lynceus eyes I greedily beheld her Angels face VVas straight intangled with such subtilties as euer since I liue in wofull case Her cheekes were Roses layd in christall glasse her breastes two aples of Hesperides Her voyce more sweete then famous Thamiras reuiuing death with dorique mellodies I harkning so to this attractiue call VVas caught and euer since haue liu'd in thrall Sonnet XXIII MY lyues preseruer hope of my harts blisse when shall I know the doome of life or death Hells fearefull torments easier are then this soules agonie wherein I now doe breath If thou would'st looke this my teare-stayned face dreery and wan far diffring from it was VVould well reueale my most tormentfull case and shewe thy faire my griefe as in a glasse Looke as a Deere late wounded very sore among the Heard full heauely dooth feede So do I lyue expecting euermore when as my wounded hart shold cease to bleede How patient then would I endure the smart Of pitchy-countnanc'd Deaths dead-doing dart Sonnet XXIIII WHen leaden-harted sleepe had shut mine eyes and close o'redrawn their windolets of light Whose watrynes the fire of griefe so dries that weep they could no longer sleep they might Mee thought I sunke downe to a poole of griefe and thē me thought such sinking much did please me But when I downe was plung'd past all reliefe with flood-fill'd mouth I call'd that some wold ease mē Whereat me thought I saw my deerest loue fearing my drowning reach her hand to mine VVho pull'd so hard to get me vp aboue that with the pull sleepe did forsake mine eyne But when awakt I sawe t' was but a dreame I wisht t 'had slept and perrisht in that streame Sonnet XXV ROugh stormes haue calmes lopt boughes do grow againe the naked winter is recloth'd by spring No yeare so drie but there doth fall some raine Nature is kind saue me to euery thing Onely my griefes do neuer end nor cease no ebbe doth followe my still-flowing teares My sighes are stormes which neuer can appease their furious blastes procur'd by endlesse cares Then sighes and sobs tell Tantalus he 's blest goe flye to Titius tell him hee hath pleasure So tell Ixion though his wheele ne're rest their paines are sports imposed with some measure Bid them be patient bid them looke on me And they shall see the Map of miserie Sonnet XXVI THE loue-hurt hart which Tyrant Cupid wounds proudly insulting o're his conquer'd pray Doth bleede a fresh where pleasure most abounds for mirth and mourning alwayes make a fray Looke as a Bird sore bruzed with a blowe lately deuiding notes most sweetly singing To heare her fellowes how in tunes they flowe doth droope pine as though her knel were ringing The heauie-thoughted Prys'ner full of doubt dolefully sitting in a close-bar'd cage Is halfe contented till hee looketh out he sees each free then stormes hee in a rage The sight of pleasure trebleth euery payne As small Brooks swell and are inrag'd with rayne Sonnet XXVII THE heauens Herrald may not make compare of working words which so abound in thee Thy hony-dewed tongue exceedes his far in sweete discourse and tunefull mellodie Th'amber-color'd tresse which Berenice for her true-louing Ptholomeus vow'd VVithin Idaleas sacred Aphrodice is worth-lesse with thy lockes to be allow'd To thee my thoughts are consecrate deere loue my words phrases bound to please thine eares My lookes are such as any hart could moue I still sollicit thee with sighes and teares O let not hate eclypse thy beauties shine Then none would deeme thee earthly but deuine Sonnet XXVIII WEarie with seruing where I nought could get I thought to crosse great Neptunes greatest Seas To lyue in exile but my drift was let by cruell Fortune spightfull of such ease The Ship I had to passe in was my minde greedie desire was topsaile of the same My teares were surges sighes did serue for winde of all my Ship dispayre was cheifest frame Sorrowe was Maister care the cable rope griefe was the maine Mast Loue the Captaine of it He that did rule the helme was foolish hope but beautie was the Rocke that my ship split Which since hath made such shipwrack of my ioy That still I swim in th' Ocean of annoy Sonnet XXIX CEase eyes to cherrish with stil-flowing teares the almost witherd rootes of dying griefe Dry vp your running Brooks dam your meares and let my body die for moist reliefe But death is deaffe for well he knowes my paine my slakelesse payne hells horror doth exceede There is no hell so blacke as her disdaine whence cares sighes sorrowes and all griefes do breed In steede of sleep when day incloistred is in dustie pryson of infernall Night With broad-wakt eyes I waile my miseries and if I winke I feare some vgly sight Such fearefull dreames do haunt my troubled mind My Loue 's the cause cause shee is so vnkind Sonnet XXX HEe that can count the candles of the skie reckon the Sands whereon Pactolus flowes Or number nomberlesse small Attomie what strange hideous monsters Nilus showes What mishapt Beasts vast Affrica doth yield what rare-form'd
least tedious let directed him vnto that very place Where loe to hunt the tymerous Hare were met as Knights so Ladies fittest for that chase Mongst which there came a Grace of heauēly faire Her name Gyneura with the golden hayre Her hayre of such corruscant glitterous shine as are the smallest streames of hottest sunne Like starres in frostie night so looke her eyne within whose Arches Christall springs doe run Her cheekes faire show of purest Porphyrie Full curiously were typt with roscall die Her lips like ripened Cherries seem'd to be from out whose concaue Corrall seeming Fount Came sweeter breath then muske of Araby whose teeth the white of blanched pearle surmount Her necke the Lillies of Lyguria Did much exceed Thus looked fayre Gyneura These Dryades Diego then bespake with sugred tearmes of mildest curtesie And crau'd to know which way he best might take with shortest cut to such a Signiory Whereat he nam'd himselfe when presently The Ladies knew him as a Neyghbour by Gyneuras Mother cheefe of all the rest for that shee knew his birth and his discent Desir'd him home he grants her such request and thanks the Fates that him such hap had lent For still on faire Gyneura were his eyes And shee reciprocally on his replyes These dumbe Embassadors Loues chiefe combatants tell softly whispring in each others hart Her of humble seruice him of acceptance his craued loue hers wisht they nere might part Much talk they had with tongues more with their eyes But oh most with their harts where true loue lies Now were they come whereas the good old Lady might boldly welcome her inuited guest Where after little talke Hunters are hungry they all sat downe vnto a soone-made feast The Louers fed on glaunces of their eyes T is heauenly food when both do simpathize At last the Lady of the house espied the intercourse of those bright Messengers Who inwardly reioycing as fast plied hers on her daughter fittest Harbengers To bid her keepe the fairest and the best Place in her hart to entertaine this guest Word back againe was sent by her faire light how that was done already and replied The Land-lord o're his Tennant hath such might that he to enter in is nere denied I in a little corner of my hart Doe liue quoth she he hath the greatest part Diego wisht thys supper nere would end and yet he long'd to be in priuate place To ruminate vpon his fairest friend and to recount the beauties of her face So wisht Gyneura were neuer such two That lou'd so deerely as these Louers doe The gloomy Curtaines of the tongue-lesse night were drawne so close as day could not be seene Now leaden-thoughted Morpheus dyms each sight now murder rapes and robberies begin Nature crau'd rest but restlesse Loue would none Diego Loues young prentice thus gan mone Oh heauens what new-sounde griefes possesse my mind what rare impassionated fits be these Cold-burning Feuers in my hart I find whose opposite effects worke mee no ease Then loue assailes the hart with hotest fight VVhen beauty makes her conqust at first sight I little dreamed of thys strange euent this harts-inthraller mindes-disturbing Loue VVhen with my Huntsmen to the woods I went Oh neere till now did I his greatnes proue Whose first impression in the Louers hart Till then nere tainted bringeth deepest smart Thus lay Diego tossing in his bed bound to the will of all commaunding beauty Whom angry Cupid now in tryumph led expecting from his slaue all seruile duty Hee might haue freed his prysoner so dismaid For sighes and grones had double ransome paide In like extreames Loue loues extremity did faire Gyneura passe the long-thought night Shee raild against fell Cupids crueltie that so would tyrannize o're a Maydens spright There needes no blowes quoth she when foes doe yield Oh cease take thou the honor of the field The valiant Greekes faire Ilyons fatall Foes their tedious ten yeres siedge for Spartaes Queen Nere thought so long yet long it was as those loue-scorcht enamored so restles now ween This night to be A night if spent in care Seemes longer then a thousand pleasant are Thus lay they sleeplesse thoughtfull euer thinking on sluggish humor of expected Morne They thought that Louers eyes were neuer winking nor sleepe they e're in whom Loues newly borne Hee vow'd when day was come to woo his deere Shee swore such wooing she would gladly heare At last the guyder of the firie Coach drying his locks wet in Eurotus floud Gan resaluce the world with bright approch angry he seem'd for all his face was bloud Aurorites hast had made him looke so red For loath he was to leaue faire Thetis bed Scarce were his horses put in readines and he himselfe full mounted on his seate VVhen Dom Diego full of heauines abroade did walke his night talke to repeate Some two howres spent he in againe retires And sees his Mistres whom he now admires Whereat inflam'd loue brookes no base delay whose fruite is danger whose reward is paine With fine-fil'd termes he giues her the good day and blushing she returnes it him againe Endimeons blush her beauty did eclypse His causd by Cynthiaes hers Adonis lyps Boldly encourag'd by her milde aspect he told her that which Louers vse to tell How he did liue by her faire eyes reflect and how his hart in midst of hers did dwell Much eloquence he vsd t was needles done To win that hart which was already won Ne're did the dungeon thiefe condemn'd to dye with greater pleasure heare his pardon read Then did Gyneura heare his Oratorie of force sufficient to reuiue the dead Shee needes must yield for sure he had the Art VVith amorous heate to fixe Dianaes hart These Louers thus in this both-pleasing parly were interrupted by Geneuraes Mother VVho newly vp age seldome ryseth early gan straight salute her guest so did he her Some termes of kindnes mutually past Shee friendly leades him in to breake his fast VVhich done as all good manners did require hee thankt his Hostis for her curtesie And now at length went home for to retire where hee was looked for so earnestly The Lady crau'd if ere hee came that way To see her house and there to make some stay Then heauily and with a dying eye ioylesse hee takes his leaue of his faire Loue VVho for to fauour him full graciously with louing count'nance gaue to him her Gloue Keepe this quoth shee till better fortune fall My Gloue my Loue my hand my hart and all At this large offer bashfull modestie with pure Vermilion stain'd her all faire face So lookt Calystome at her great bellie when chast Ilythia spi'd her in such case Let Louers iudge how grieuous us to part From two twixt whom there lyueth but one hart Nowe is hee gone who after little trauell attain'd his house not pleasing thought desired At whose late absence each one much did maruell but come at his sad lookes they more admired Great
Cupids power such sadnes in him bred VVho erst all louing harts in tryumph led One month consum'd in pensiuenes expir'd to recreate and reuiue his tyred spright Hee now on hunting goes which hee desir'd not for the once well-pleasing sports delight But for he might some fit occasion finde To see his Loue on whom was all his minde Where being come suppose his sports prou'd bad Gyneura gaue him welcome from her hart The Sea-tost Lord of Ithica ne're had after his twentie yeares turmoile and smart More ioyfull welcome by his constant wife Then had Diego from his loue his lyfe Two dayes he stay'd whence he would ne're depart but custome wil'd that he should now returne Yet though he went he left with her his hart which for their parting heauily gan mourne But far worse newes had it poore hart to greeue In that Gyneura would so soone beleeue For sooner was hee not departed thence but straight there comes a Riuall of his Loue VVho vnder true fidellities pretence wrought wondrous hard Diego to remoue Nor could at first his oaths or vowes preuaile To make Gyneuraes loue one whit to faile For yet they lyu'd fast bound in Fancies chaines stryuing to passe each other in pure loue But as there 's nothing that for aye remaines without some change so do these Louers proue That hottest loue hath soon'st the cold'st disdaine And greatest pleasures haue their greatest paine For now no longer could shee so perseuer shee turnes to deadly hate her former kindnes Which still had lasted but that Nature euer strikes into womens eyes such dim-sight blindnes And such obdurate hardnes in their harts They see nor knowe not truest loues desarts Gyneura this confirmes against her Louer whom now all guiltlesse she condemnes to die That in his deede or thought did nere offend her vnlesse by louing her so wondrous deerelie Such Loue such hate such lyking such disdaine Was neuer knowne in one hart to remaine Thus t was Diego had an enemie immortall vertue euer lincked is With that pale leane-fac'd meager-hewed enuie who secretly so falsely tells his Mis. How shee was mockt Diego lou'd another And storm'd rag'd what madnes so should moue her To dote on him that else where sets his Loue hee makes you thinke quoth he what ere he list That this is true you easily may proue for still he weares her fauour on his fist A Hawke it is which shee so stands the Mart Giues him he you faire words but her his hart VVith this incenst that sex will soone beleeue soonest when enuies broode to them display it I' st true quoth shee for true loue doth he giue such smooth-fac'd flattry doth he thus repay it Shee neuer scan'd the truth of this her griefe Loue in such cases is of quicke beliefe Her loue to him was neuer halfe so great though once shee lou'd him as is now her hate This Momus breath like bellowes to her heate did kindle firie coales of hote debate Hee plyes her and exasperates his spight And sweares and vowes hee tells her but the right Shee like a franticke Froe of Thessaly madded with Bacchus brayne-distempring liquor Runs here and there exclayming furiously with hideous vncouth mind-affrighting terror Swearing reuenge on false Diegoes head VVhose lying lookes in her such madnes bred VVherewith shee inuocates great Nemesis and begs the power of her deitie Shee tells her case to Iustice-doing Themis and shewes how shee is wronged mightily Shee leaues no power vnsought for or vnpraide That vse to helpe distressed with their aide Wronged Diego little this suspecting now thought it time to see his deerest faire And other matters of import neglecting hee presently to her makes his repaire VVhere being come such welcome he did finde As at the first did much disturbe his minde For faire Gyneura would not now be seene she sent him word she scorn'd his fauning flattrie And much did greeue that shee so fond had beene to yield her hart to such deceitfull battrie Bid him quoth shee goe flatter where he list I like not I that fauour on his fist Such hap it was Diego then had brought his Hawke the author of this fell debate Which well confirm'd her euer doubtfull thought that nowe shee was resolu'd on deadly hate Bid him quoth she depart hence from my sight His loath-some presence brings me irksome spight T was hard that he whose loue was neuer tainted whose sincere faith was kept inuiolate Nay in whose face all truest loue was painted should for his spotlesse truth be paid with hate Hee stone-astonied like a Deare at gaze Admir'd these speeches in a wondrous maze At last hee crau'd this fauour be might haue that shee her selfe would heare what he could say So Neptunes Towne quoth shee such lycense gaue to smooth-fac'd Synon Ilions last decay So Syrens sing vntill they haue their will Some poore mistrustlesse Passenger to kill Shee would not heare him speake oh cruell shee that causelesse this would kill him with disdaine Hee sweares he 's guiltlesse vowes innocencie in such vowes tears down his cheeks did raine Those cheeks which staine the blushing of the morne Gyneura now most hatefully doth scorne T is strange that Maides should ere be so abused to credit each malicious-tongued slaue And to condemne a man if once accused before or proofe or tryall hee may haue Too many such there be wo's mee therefore Such light credulitie I must deplore When sighes salt tears vowes could do no good nor sighes nor teares nor vowes could pierce her hart In which disdaine triumphant victor stood holding in eyther hand a sable dart VVherewith he strikes true loue stainlesse truth Condemning them vnto eternall ruth Home goes Diego with a cheerelesse face whose steps were led by leaden-footed griefe VVho neuer goes but with a dead-slowe pace vntill hee finde some ease or some reliefe T would melt a marble hart to see that man Earst fresh as a new-blowne Rose so ashie wan VVhere being come he straight for four daies space locks him in his chamber and there did poure Huge shewers of christall rayne adowne his face for sure he lou'd her deerely at this howre All ouerwhelm'd in waues of sea-salt teares Some fatall shipwrack of his life he feares Wherewith he calls for paper pen and yuck and for his Hawke which presently he kild Die thou quoth he so shall my loue nere thinke that for thy sake to any else I yield And plucking of her head straight way hee writes VVho sending it as token thus indites Loe heere thou cruell faire that gracious fauour the Ensigne as thou saist of my vntruth Behold in what high-priz'd esteeme I haue her that gaue me it the cause of all my ruth Looke as this Hawke faire Loue so is my hart Mangled and torne cause thou so cruell art I sweare to thee by all the rites of loue by heauens faire head by earth black-fac'd hel I nere meant other loue but thine to
proue nor in my hart that any else should dwell Let this suffize my ioy my deere my chiefe My griefes are too too long though letter briefe T was time to ende for floods gusht out amaine out came the springtide of his brinish teares VVhich whatsoere hee writ blot out againe all blubred so to send it scarce hee dares And yet hee did goe thou quoth hee vnto her And for thy maister treate sollicite woo her And pray thee if thy Fortune be so good as to be viewd by sunshine of her eyes Bid her take heede in spilling guiltlesse blood tell her there 's danger in such cruelties VVith this hee gaue it to the messenger Who making speed in short time brought it her Shee when shee heard from whom the Letter came returnes it backe againe and straight replied My friend quoth she hadst thou not told his name perhaps thy Letter had not beene denied VVhereat shee paus'd but yet I le see quoth shee With what perswading termes he flatters mee T was quickly read God knowes it was but short griefe would not let the wryter tedious be Nor would it suffer him fit words to sort but pens it chaos-like confusedly Yet had it passion to haue turn'd hard stones To liquid moisture if they heard his moanes But cruell shee more hard then any flint worse then a Tygresse of Hyrcania Would not be mou'd nor could his lines take print in her hard hurt so cruell was Gyneura Shee which once lou'd him deerly too too well Now hates him more then any tongue can tell Oh Nature chiefest Mother of vs all why did you giue such apt-beleeuing harts To women-kind that thus poore men inthrall and will not dulie waie true loues desarts O had their harts been like vnto their face They sure had been of some celestiall race Shee pittiles sends backe to Dom Diego and sayes his words cannot inchant her hart Vlisses-like shee will not heare Calypso nor lend her eares to such intising arte Bid him quoth she froÌ„ henceforth cease to write Tell him his Letters agrauate my spight Full heauie newes it was to stainelesse loue to him that had enshrin'd her in his thought And in his hart had honor'd her aboue the world to whoÌ„ all else saue her seem'd nought Nay vnto him whose person wit and faire Might surely with the best make iust compare But blinded as shee was shee steemes him not hate and disdaine doe neuer brooke respect Shee did not knowe that beauties foulest blot consisted in true-louing hâ—rts neglect No she more stubborne theÌ„ the North-east wind VVould not admit such knowledge in her mind Let those who guiltlesslie haue felt disdaine whose faithfull loue hath beene repaid with hate Giue rightfull iudgement of Diegoes paine who bought his fauours at the highest rate This newes such pleasure in his soule had bred As hath the thiefe that hearts his iudgement read After some time hee writes againe vnto her hee could not thinke shee would perseuer so But when hee sawe her aunswere like the other hee then surceas'd to send her any moe But did resolue to seeke some vncouth place VVhere he might vnfound out bewaile his case Thinking indeede shee by his absence might at length intenerate her flintfull hart And metamorphize her conceaued spight into true loue regardaunt of his smart Hee seekes all meanes poore Louer how to gaine His rigorous Lady from such fell disdaine At last hee calls to mind the Pyren Mountaines those far-fam'd woody hills of wealthy Spaine Which for wild Beasts siluer visag'd Fountaines hath got the praise of all that there remaine Hether postes Dom Diego fraught with griefe Hoping those woods would yield him some reliefe VVhere being come all Pilgrim-like attir'd hee pryes about to see if hee could finde Some house-like Caue for rest hee much desir'd his body now was wearie as his minde O Gods quoth hee if youth finde such distresse VVhat hope haue I of future happines VVith that hee sees a Rocke made like a Cabin all tapistred with Natures mossie greene VVrought in a frizled guise as it had been made for Napaea Mountaines chiefest Queene At mouth of which grew Cedars Pines Firs And at the top grew Maple Yough and Poplers So heere quoth hee I le rest my wearied bodie in thee delightfull place of Natures building VVill I erect a griefe-fram'd Monasterie where night day my prayers I le ne're cease yielding To thee my decre no other Saint I haue Oh lend thine eares to him that his hart gaue Two dayes were spent in this so pleasant seate this stone-built Pallace of the King content Before Diego tasted any meate or once did drinke more then his eyes had lent O irresisted force of purest Loue Whom paines thirst hunger can no whit remoue Sometimes when as he scans her crueltie feeles his paines like Hydreas head increasing Hee wisht the Scithian Anthropophagie did haunt these woods that liue by mans flesh eating Or else the Thracian Bessi so renound For cruell murdring whom in woods they found That so the Gordyon knot of his paine indissoluble e're whiles he did lyue Might be vntide when as his hart were slaine when he ô restfull time shold cease to grieue But yet the Sisters kept his vitall breath They would not let him dye so base a death Some other times when as he waies her beautie her Venus-stayning face so wondrous faire Hee then doth thinke to waile t is but his dutie sith caus'd by her that is without compaire And in this moode vnto high Ioue hee prayes And praying so hee thus vnto him sayes Great Gouernour of wheele-resembling Heauen commaund thy vnder Princes to mayntaine Those heaueÌ„ly parts which to my loue th 'aue giuen ô let her ne're feele death or deaths fell paine And first vpon thy Sister lay thy mace Bid her maintayne my Loues maiestick grace Inioyne the strange-borne mother-lesse Mynerua and her to whom the fomie Sea was Mother Still to vphold their giftes in my Gyneura let wit and beautie lyue vnited with her With sweete mouth'd Pytho I may not suspence Great Goddesse still increase her eloquence Thou musicall Apollo gau'st her hand and thou her feete great Sun-Gods deerest loue To such your rare-knowne gyfts all gracious stand and now at last this doe I craue great Ioue That when they dye perhaps they dye aboue Thou wilt bequeath these gyfts vnto my Loue. On euery neighbour Tree on euery stone hee durst not far range from his secure Caue VVould he cut out the cause of all his moane and curiouslie with greatest skill ingraue There needed no Leontius his Art Griefe carueth deepest if it come from th' hart VVhen some stone would not impression take hee straight compares it to his Mistris hart But stay quoth he my working teares shall make thee penetrable with the least-skil'd art Oh had my teares such force to pierce her mind These sorrowes I should loose and new ioyes find Thou euer-memorable stone quoth
rest That keepes such vnrul'd Souldiers in his brest So when the cleere nights-faults-disclosing day peepes forth her purple head from out the East These woes my Souldiers crie out for their pay and if deni'd they stab mee with vnrest My teares are pay but all my teates are dri'de Therefore I must their fatall blowes abide In these laments did Dom Diego liue long time till at the last by pourefull fate A wandring Huntsman ignorance did driue vnto the place whence hee return'd but late Who viewing well the print of humaine steps Directly followed them and for ioy leaps At last hee came vnto Diegoes Caue in which he sawe a sauadge man hee thought Who much did looke like the Danubyan slaue such deep-worn furrows in his face were wrought Diego much abashed at this sight Came running forth him in his armes to plight For glad hee was God knowes to see a man who wretch in two yeres space did ne're see any Such gladnes ioy such mirth such triumph can not be set downe suppose them to be many But see long had they not confer'd together When happie time each one did know the other VVith that Diego shewes him all his loue his pennance her first loue now her hate But hee requested him hence to remoue and at his house the rest hee should dilate Which hee deni'd onely hee now doth write By this his friend vnto his harts delight Deere Loue quoth he when shall I home returne whē will the coales of hate be quencht with loue VVhich now in raging flames my hart do burne oh when wilt thou this thy disdaine remoue Aske of this bearer be inquisitiue And hee will tell thee in what case I liue Inquire of her whose Hawke hath caus'd this woe if for that fauour euer I did loue her And shee will curse mee that did vse her so and shee will tell thee how I lou'd another T was thee Gyueura t was thy fairest selfe I hel'd thee as a Pearle her drossie pelfe Then when thou hast found out the naked truth thinke of thy Diego and his hard hap Let it procure in thee some mouing ruth that thus hast causelesse cast him from thy lap Fare-well my deere I hope this shall suffize To ad a period to thy cruelties The Messenger to spurre forth her desires and hasten her vnto his well-lou'd friend Tells her how hee lyes languishing in fires of burning griefes which neuer will haue end Bids her to flye to him with wings of zeale And thus Diegoes paines hee doth reueale Oh Adamantick-minded Mayde quoth hee why linger you in this ambiguous thought Open thine eyes no longer blinded bee those wounding lookes thy Louer deere hath bought Vnbolt thy harts strong gate of hardest steele O let him nowe the warmth of pittie feele Oh let him now the warmth of pittie feele that long hath knockt cold-staruen at thy dore Wanting loues foode hee here there doth reele lyke to a storme-tost Ship that 's far from shore Feede him with loue that long hath fed on cares Be Anchor to his soule that swims in teares Gyneura let him harbour in thy hart rig and amend his trouble-beaten face O calme thy hate whose winds haue rais'd his smart see him not perrish in this wofull case And for in Sea-salt teares hee long hath liu'd Let him by thy fresh water be relieu'd Oh shall I tell thee how I found him there his house wherein hee liu'd if lyue hee did Or rather spend his time in dying feare was built within the ground all darksom hid From Phoebus light so vgly hell-lyke Caue In all the world againe you cannot haue All made of rug'd hard-fauour'd stones whose churlish lookes afford the eye no pleasure In whose concauity winds breath'd horce grones to which sad musicke Sorrow daunc'd a measure O'regrowne it was with mighty shadefull Trees VVhere poore Diego Sun nor Moone nere sees To this black place repaired euery morne The fayre Oreades pitty-moned gerles Bringing the poore Diego so forlorne Mosse to dry vp his teares those liquid pearles Full loath they were to loose such christall springs Therfore this Spunge-like Mosse each of thē brings Here dry say they thou loue-forsaken man those glassy Conduits which do neuer cease On this soft-feeling weede and if you can we all intreate your griefes you would appease Else wilt thou make vs pine in griefe-full woe That nere knewe care or loue or friend or foe Straight like a shooting Commet in the ayre away depart these sorrow-peirced maydes Leauing Diego in a deepe dispaire who now his fortune now his fate vp-braides O heauens quoth he how happy are these trees That know not loue nor feele his miseries Melts not thy hart Gyneura at his cares are not thy bright transparent eyes yet blinde VVith monstrous diluge of o'reflowing teares remaines there yet disdaines within thy mind Disgorge thy hate O hate him not that loues thee Maids are more milde thē men yet pitty moues me Breake breake in peeces that delicious chest whiter then snow on Hyperboreall hyll Chase out disdaine depriue him of his rest murder and mangle him that rules thy will Be it nere sayd that faire Gyneuraes beauty Was ouer-peiz'd by causelesse cruelty Cruell to him that merrits curtesie loathed of thee that doth deserue all loue Basely reiected scorn'd most churlishly that honors thee aboue the Saints aboue True loue is pricelesse rare and therefore deere VVe feast not royall Kings with homely cheere Too long it were to tell thee all his merrits for in delay consists his long-lookt death Post-hast of thine must now reuiue his spirits or shortly he will gaspe his latest breath Speake faire Gyneura speake as I desire Or let thy vaine-breath'd speeches back retyre Looke as a man late taken from a trance standes gazing heere and there in sencelesse wise Not able of himselfe his head t' aduance but standeth like a stone in death-like guise So lookt Gyneura hanging downe her head Shaming that folly her so much had led Repentant sorrow would not let her speake the burning flames of griefe did dry her teares Yet at the last words out of prison breake that long'd to vtter her harts inward cares And stealingly there glides with heauy pace A Riuolet of Pearle along her face O cease quoth she to wound me any more with oft repeating of my cruelties Thou of thy teares kind man hast shed great store when I vnkinder mayde scarce wet mine eyes O let me now bewaile him once for all T was none but I that causd his causelesse thrall Eternall Ioue rayne showers of vengeance on me plague me for this blacke deed of wrongful hate Be blind mine eyes they shall not looke vpon thee Diego till thou be compassionate And when thou doost forgiue what I haue done Then shall they shine like shortest-shaded sunne O slacke thy swift-pac'd gallop winged Tyme turne backe and register this my disdaine Bid Poets sing my hate in ruthfull ryme and pen sad
thy sun-like rayes that hard froz'd hate may so dissolue and seuer Oh were thou not much harder then a flint thou had'st ere this been melted into loue In firmest stone small raine doth make a print but seas of teares cannot thy hardnes moue Then wretched I must die before my time Blasted spoyled in my budding prime Sonnet X. WHen Flora vaunts her in her proude array clothing faire Tellus in a spangled gowne VVhen Boreas furie is exild away and all the VVelkin cleer'd from cloudy frowne At that same time all Natures chyldren ioy trees leaues flowers bud plants spring beasts increase Only my soule surcharg'd with deep annoy cannot reioyce nor sighes nor teares can cease Onely the grafts of sorrow seeme to grow set in my hart no other spring I finde Delights and pleasures are o're growne with woe laments and sobs possesse my weeping minde The frost of griefe so nyps Delight at roote No sunne but shee can doe it any boote Sonnet XI WHat shee can be so cruell as my Loue or beare a hart so pittilesse as shee VVhō loue lookes words teares prayers doe not moue nor sighes nor vowes preuaile to pittie mee Shee calls my loue a Synon to her hart my lookes shee saith are like the Crocadyles My words the Syrens sing with guilefull arte teares Cyrces flouds sighes vowes deceitful guiles But my poore hart hath no interpreter but loue lookes words teares prayers sighes or vowes Then must it die sith shee my Comforter what ere I doe nor liketh nor allowes VVith Titius thus the vultur Sorrow eats me With steele-twig'd rods thus tyrant Cupid beats me Sonnet XII THou like the faire-fac'd gold-encouerd booke whose lines are stuft with damned heresies Dost in thy face beare a celestial looke when in thy hart liue hell-borne cruelties With poysenous Toades the cleerest spring's infected and purest Launes nought worth if ful of staines So is faire beauty when true loue 's reiected when cole-blacke hate within the hart remaines Then loue my deere let that be Methrydate to ouer-come the venome of disdaine Be pittifull tread downe this killing hate conuert to sugred pleasure gall-full paine O sith Disdaine is foe vnto thy Faire Exile him thence there let him not repaire Sonnet XIII I Know within my mouth for bashfull feare and dread of your disdaine my words wil die I know I shall be striken dumbe my deere with doubt of your vnpittifull reply I know when as I shall before you lie prostrate and humble crauing help of you Mistie aspects will cloude your sun-bright eye scornefull lookes oreshade your beauties hewe I know when I shall pleade my loue so true so stainelesse constant loyall and vpright My truthfull pleadings will not cause you rue the ne're-heard state of my distressed plight I know when I shall come with face bedight with streaming teares faln frō my fountaine eyes Sonnet XIII Breathing forth sighes of most hart-breaking might my teares my sighes and me you will despise I know when with the power that in me lyes and all the prayers and vowes that women moue I shall in humblest mercy-mouing wise intreate beseech desire and beg your loue I know sweet mayden all will not remoue flynt-harted rigour from your rocky breast But all my meanes my sute and what I proue proues bad and I must liue in all vnrest Dying in life and liuing still in death And yet nor die nor drawe a life-like breath Sonnet XIIII WHē broad-fac'd riuers turne vnto their foūtains and hungry Wolues deuoured are by Sheep When Marine Dolphins play on snow-tipt Mountains foule-form'd Beares do in the Ocean keep Then shall I leaue to loue and cease to burne in these hot flames wherein I now delight But this I knowe the Riuers ne're returne nor silly Sheep with rauening Wolues dare fight Nor Dolphins leaue the Seas nor Beares the woods for Nature bids them all to keepe their kind Then eyes rayne forth your ouer-swelled floods till drowned in such Seas may make you blind Then harts delight sith I must loue thee euer Loue me againe and let thy loue perseuer Sonnet XV. NO sooner leaues Hyperion Thetis bed and mounts his coach to post from thence away Richly adorning faire Lencotheas head gyuing to mountaynes tincture from his ray But straight I rise where I could find no rest where visions and fantasies appeare And when with small adoo my body 's drest abroad I walke to thinke vpon my deere VVhere vnder vmbrage of some aged Tree with Lute in hand I sit and sighing say Sweete Groues tell forth with Eccho what you see good Trees beare witnes who is my decay And thou my soule speake speake what rest I haue When each our ioyes dispayre doth make me raue Sonnet XVI BVt thou my deere sweet-sounding Lute be still repose thy troubled strings vpon this mosse Thou hast full often easd me gainst my will lye down in peace thy spoile were my great losse I le speake inough of her too cruell hart enough to mooue the stonie Rocks to ruth And cause these trees weepe tears to heare my smart though cruell she will not once way my truth Her face is of the purest white and red her eyes are christall and her haire is gold The world for shape with garlands crown her head And yet a Tygresse hart dwells in this mold But I must loue her Tigresse too too much Forc'd must I loue because I finde none such Sonnet XVII THE sun-scorcht Sea-man when he sees the Seas all in a furie hoise him to the skye And throwe him down againe as waues do please so chased clouds from Eols mastiues flye In such distresse prouideth with great speede all meanes to saue him from the tempests rage Hee shewes his wit in such lyke time of neede the big-swolne billowes furie to asswage But foolish I although I see my death and feele her proud disdayne too feelinglie VVhich me of all felicitie bereaueth yet seeke no meanes t' escape this miserie So am I charm'd with hart-inchaunting beautie That still to waile I thinke it is my dutie Sonnet XVIII CVpid had done some heynous act or other that caus'd Idalea whip him very sore The stubborne Boy away runs from his Mother protesting stoutly to returne no more By chance I met him who desir'd reliefe and crau'd that I some lodging would him giue Pittying his lookes which seemed drown'd in griefe I tooke him home there thinking hee should liue But see the Boy enuying at my lyfe which neuer sorrowe neuer loue had tasted Hee rays'd within my hart such vncouth stryfe that with the same my body now is wasted By thanklesse Loue thus vilely am I vsed By vsing kindnes I am thus abused Sonnet XIX WHen night returnes backe to his vgly mantion cleer-fac'd morning makes her bright vprise In sorowes depth I murmur out his caution salt teares distilling from my dewy eyes O thou deceitfull Somnus God of Dreames cease to afflict my ouer-pained spright VVith vayne
fishes lyue in th' Ocean What colour'd flowers doe grow in Tempes field how many houres are since the world began Let him none else gyue iudgement of my griefe let him declare the beauties of my Loue And hee will say my paines passe all reliefe and hee will iudge her for a Saint aboue But as those things ther 's no man can vnfolde So nor her faire nor my griefe may be tolde Sonnet XXXIII THinking to close my ouer-watched eyes and stop the sluce of their vncessant flowing I layd me downe when each one gan to rise new-risen Sol his flame like coūt'nance shewing But griefe though drowsie euer yet neuer sleepes but still admits fresh entercourse of thought Duly the passage of each houre he keepes nor would he suffer me with sleepe be caught Some broken slumbers Morpheus had lent who greatly pittied my want of rest Whereat my hart a thousand thanks him sent and vow'd to serue him he was ready prest Let restlesse nights daies howres doe their spight I le loue her still and loue for me shall fight Sonnet XXXIIII WHY should a Maydens hart be of that proofe as to resist the sharpe-point'd darte of loue My Mistres eye kills strongest man aloofe mee thinks he 's weak that cannot quaile a Doue A louely Doue so faire and so diuine able to make what Cynick so e're liueth Vpon his knees to beg of her bright eyne one smiling looke which life frō death reuiueth The frozen hart of cold Zenocrates had beene dissolued into hote desire Had Phryne cast such sun-beames from her eyes such eyes are cause that my hart flames in fire And yet with patience I must take my woe In that my deerest loue will haue it so Sonnet XXXV ENd thys enchauntment Loue of my desires let me no longer languish for thy loue Ioy not to see mee thus consume in fires but let my cruell paines thy hard hart moue And now at last with pittifull regard eye me thy Louer lorne for lack of thee VVhich dying liues in hope of sweet reward which hate hath hetherto with-held from me Constant haue I been still in fancie fast ordayn'd by heauens to dote vpon thy faire Nor will I e're so long as life shall last say any's fairer breathing vitall ayre But when the Ocean sands shall lye vnwet Then shal my soule to loue thee Deere forget Sonnet XXXVI LOng did I wish before I could attaine the lookt for sight I so desir'd to see Too soone at last I saw what bred my baine and euer since hath sore tormented mee I sawe her selfe whom had I neuer seene my wealth of blisse had not been turn'd to baile Greedy regard of her my harts sole Queene hath chang'd my sommers sun to winters haile How oft haue I since that first fatall howre beheld her all-faire shape with begging eye Till shee vnkind hath kild me with a lowre and bad my humble-suing lookes looke by O pitty mee faire Loue and highest fame Shall blazed be in honour of thy name Sonnet XXXVII DID I not loue her as a Louer ought with purest zeale and faithfulnes of hart Then shee had cause to set my loue at nought and I had well deseru'd to feele this smart But holding her so deerely as I doe as a rare Iewell of most high esteeme Shee most vnkindly wounds and kills me so my nere-stain'd troth most causeles to misdeeme Neuer did one account of woman more then I of her nor euer woman yet Respected lesse or held in lesser store her Louers vowes then shee by mine doth set VVhat resteth then but I dispaire and die That so my death may glut her ruthlesse eye Sonnet XXXVIII HArken awhile Diella to a storie that tells of beauty loue and great disdaine The last causd by suspect but shee was sorry that tooke that cause true loue so much to paine For when she knew his faith to be vnfained spotles sincere most true and pure vnto her Shee ioy'd as if a kingdome shee had gained and lou'd him now as when he first did woo her I nere incurd suspition of my truth fairest Diella why wilt thou be cruell Impose some end to vndeserued ruth and learne by others how to quench hates fuell Reade all my Deere but chiefly marke the end And be to mee as shee to him a friend THE LOVE OF DOM Diego and Gyneura IN Catheloygne o'repeerd by Pyren Mountaines a Prouince seated in the East of Spaine Famous for hunting sports cleerest fountains a young heroyck gallant did remaine Hee Signior Dom Diego had to name Who for his constant faith had got such fame Nature had tryde her deepest skill on him for so the heauen-borne powers had her desired With such perfection framed shee each lim that at her owne worke shee herselfe admired Maiestick Ioue gaue him a Princely grace Apollo wit and Venus gaue his face This loue-some youth kinde Natures fairest child what for his beautious loue-alluring face And for he was so gracious and so milde was deem'd of all to be of heauenly race Men honord him and Maydens gaue him loue To make him famous Men and Maydens stroue Hunting he lou'd nor did he scorne to loue a truer-louing hart was neuer knowne Which well his Mistres cruelly did proue whose causelesse rigor Fame abroad hath blowne But now le ts tell how hee on hunting went And in what sports such pleasant time he spent Soone as the sunne had left his watry bed blushing for shame that he so long had slept Reuiuing those which duskie Night made dead when for his welcom Lambes on mountains lept Vp starts Diego and with shrill-voyc'd horne Tells hounds huntsmen of a cleere-fac'd morne Cloth'd all in Greene Syluanus lyuery he wore a low-crown'd hat of finest silke Whose brim turnd vp was fastned with a Ruby and vnderneath a Pearle as white as milke A sleeueles coate of Damaske richly laced With Indian pearle as thicke as could be placed A glistring Cutlax pendent by his side he much esteem'd the beast-dismembring blade And halfe-leg'd Buskins curiously ytide with loopes of burnisht gold full finely made Thus goes Diego chiefest of his name With siluer-headed speare to finde some game Long while it was ere any sport began at last a Hart his big-growne hornes did shew VVhich winding straight the huntsmen gan to run as fast as arrow from a Parthyan bow In whose purfute by wil of powreful Fates Diego lost himselfe and all his mates Left thus alone in midst of vnknowne place he inuocates the fauourable ayde Of Ariadne who with smalest lace freed Monster-killing Theseus so dismaid In worser Laborinth did he now remaine For none saue trees or beasts could heare him plain In these Meanders stragling heere and there goes faire Diego listning to each sound Musing twixt purple hope and palish feare he thought to rest him wearied on the ground But see he heares a farre some forced noyse A horne a hound or els some human voyce VVith that Desire which scornes
hee tell those whom fate or fortune heere shall lead How deerely I haue lou'd the cruel'st shee that euer Nature or the world hath bred Tell them her hate and her disdaine was causelesse Oh leaue not out to tell how I was guiltlesse Whereat the very stone would seeme to weepe whose wrinkled face wold be besmeard with tears O man what ere thou be thy sorrowes keepe vnto thy selfe quoth hee I le heare no cares Tell them that care not tell Gyneura of thee We stones are ruthfull thy plaints haue pierc'd mee VVith this hee seekes a russet-coated Tree straight disclothes him of his long-worne weed And whilest hee thus disroabes him busilie hee felt his halfe-dead hart a fresh to bleed Greeuing that hee should vse such crueltie To turne him naked to his foe windes furie But now vncas'd hee gins to carue his cares his passions his constant-lyuing Loue When loe there gushes out cleere sap like teares which to get forth from pryson mainly stroue Since pitty dwells quoth hee in trees and stone Them will I loue Gyneura thou hast none Yet needs I must confesse thou once didst loue mee thy loue was hotter then Nimphaeum hill But now whē time affords me means to proue thee thy loue then Caucase is more cold and chill And in thy cold like Aethiopyan hue Thou art not to be chang'd from false to true O looke faire Loue as in the springing Plant one branch intwines and growes within another So growe my griefes which makes my hart to pant when thicke-fetcht sighes my vitall breath doth smother I spoild my cruelty am adiudg'd to death Thus all alone to yield my lyuing breath Thou hast the fayrest face that e're was seene but in thy breast that Alablaster Rocke Thou hast a fouler hart disdaine hath beene accounted blacker then the Chimnies stocke O purifie thy soule my dearest Loue Dislodge thy hate and thy disdaine remoue But all in vaine I speake vnto the wind then should they carry these my plaints vnto her Mee thinks thou still shouldst beare a gentle mind deere louing Zephire pray intreate woo her Tell her t were pittie I should dye alone Here in these woods wher non can heare me mone But t is no matter shee is pittylesse like the Scycilian stone that more t is beate Doth waxe the harder stones are not so ruthlesse which smallest drops doe pierce though nere so great If Seas of teares would weare into her hart I had ere this beene eased of my smart Thus in these speeches would Diego sit bathing his siluer cheekes with trickling teares VVhich often running downe at last found fit channells to send them to their standing meares VVho at his feete before his feete there stood A poole of teares receau'd the smaller flood Ne're had the world a truer louing hart Abydos cease to speake of constant loue Por sure thou Sygnior Dom Diego art the onely man that e're hates force did proue Thy changelesse loue hath close inrol'd thy name In steele-leau'd booke of euer-lyuing fame That wide-mouth'd time with swallows good desarts shall shut his iawes ne're deuoure thy name Thou shalt be crown'd with bayes by louing harts and dwell in Temple of eternall Fame There is a sacred place reseru'd for thee There thou shalt liue with perpetuitie So long liu'd poore Diego in this case that at the length hee waxed somwhat bold To search the woods where hee might safely chase necessitie thy force cannot be told The fearefull Hare the Connie and the Kid Time made him knowe the places where they bid This young-year'd Hermit one day mong the rest as hee was busilie prouiding meate VVhich was with Natures cunning almost drest dri'd with the Sunne new readie to be eate Inrag'd vpon a suddaine throwes away His hard-got foode and thus began to say O cruell starres Step-mothers of my good you you ruthlesse Fates what meane you thus So greedely to thirst for my harts blood why ioy you so in vnuniting vs Great powres infuse some pitty in her hart That thus hath causelesse caus'd in me this smart I ne're was wont to vse such Cookerie to drudge toile whē pesants take their pleasure My noble birth scornes base-borne slauerie this easelesse lyfe hath neither end nor measure Thou great Sosipolis looke vpon my state Be of these nere-hard griefes compassionate I feele my long-thought life begin to melt as doth the snowe gainst midday heate of Sunne Faire loue thy rigour I haue too much felt oh at the last with crueltie haue done If teares thy stonie hart could mollifie My brinish springs should floe eternallie Sweet loue behold those pale cheekes washt in woe that so my teares may as a mirror be Thine owne faire shaddowe liuely for to shoe and portraite forth thy Angel-hued beautie Narcissus-lyke then shouldst thou my face kisse More honny sweete then Venus gaue Adonis Feare not Gyneura faire Narcissus hap thy necke thy breast thy hand is Lilly-white They all are Lillies tane from Floraes lap ne're be thou chang'd vnlesse to loue from spite Oh that thou wer 't but then transformed so My Sommers blisse would change my winters woe If thou did'st knowe in what a loathsome place I spend my dayes sad and disconsolate VVhat foggie Stigian mists hang o're my face thou would'st exile this thy conceaued hate This Hemisphere is darke for Sol him shroudes My sighes doe so conglomerate the cloudes I tolde thee I thou cruell too seuere when hate first gan to rise how I was guiltlesse Thine eares were deaffe that would'st not harken ere thee thy hart was hardned rockie pittilesse Oh had mine eyes been blind whē first they view'd Would God I had been tonglesse whē I sew'd thee But thou wast then as readie to receaue as I to craue ô great inconstancie O t was that fatall houre did so bereaue my blisfull soule of all tranquillitie Thou then didst burne in loue now froz'd in hate Yet pittie mee sweete mercy ne're comes late Looke as the crazen tops of armelesse Trees or latest down-fall of some aged building Doe tell thee of the North-windes boistrous furies and how that Eolus lately hath beene stirring So in my thin cheekt face thou well maist see The furious storme of thy black crueltie But thou inexorable art ne're to be wone though Lyons Bears Tigers haue been tam'd Thy wood-borne rigour neuer will be done which thinks for this thou euer shalt be fam'd True so thou shalt but fam'd in infamie Is worse then lyuing in obscuritie If thou didst knowe howe greeuous t is to me to lyue in this vnhabited aboade Where none but sorrowe keepes me companie I know thou wouldst thy harts hate then vnload Oh I did ne're deserue this miserie For to denie the truth were heresie I tell thee Loue when secret-tongued night puts on her mistie sable-coloured vayle My wrangling woes within them selues do fight they murder hope which makes their Captaine wayle And wailing so can neuer take his