withered wrinckles in my carefull browes Figure from whence they drew those crooked markes Downe from the Thracean mountaines okes of might And loftie firres into the valley fall Sure signe where Boreas hath vsurp'te his right And that long there no Syluanes dally shall Fieldes with prodigious inundatious drown'de For Neptunes rage with Amphitrite weepe My lookes and passions likewise shewe my wounde And how some fayre regard did strike it deepe These braunches blasted trees and fieldes so watred For wrinckles sighes and teares fore shew thine hatred SONNET LXX What can these wrinckles and vayne teares portende But thine hard fauour and indurate hart What shew these sighes which from my soule I send But endlesse smoake raiz'd from a fierie smart Canst thou not pittie my deepe wounded brest Canst thou not frame those eyes to cast a smile Wylt thou with no sweet sentence make me blest To make amendes wilt thou not sport a while Shall we not once with our opposed eyne In inter change send golden dartes rebated With short reflection twixt thy browes and mine Whilest loue with thee of my greefes hath debated Those eyes of loue were made for loue to see And cast reguardes on others not on mee SONNET LXXI Those haires of Angels gold thy natures treasure For thou by nature Angellike art framed Those louely browes broade bridges of sweet pleasure Arche two cleare springs of graces gratious named There graces infinite do bathe and sporte Vnder on both sides those two pretious hilles Where Phoeb'e and Venus haue a seuerall forte Her couche with snowie lillyes Phoebe filles But Venus with redde Roses her 's adorneth There they with silent tokens doe dispute VVhilst Phoebe Venus Venus Phoebe scorneth And all the graces Iudgers there sit mute To giue their verdict till great Ioue said this Dianaes arrowes wounde not like thy kisse SONNET LXXII My mistresse bewtie matched with the graces Twix't Phoeb ' and Iuno should be Iudged there Where she with maske had vayl'd the louely places And graces in like sort I masked were But when their louely bewties were disclos'd This Nymphe quoth Iuno all the graces passeth For bewteous fauours in her face dispos'd Loues goddesse in loues graces she surpasseth She doth not passe the graces Phoebe sade Though in her cheekes the graces richly sitte For they be subiectes to her bewtie made The glorie for this fayre Nymphe is most fitte There in her cheekes the graces blush for shame That in her cheekes to striue the subiectes came SONNET LXXIII Why did rich nature graces grâ—…nt to thee Since thou art such a niggarâ—… of thy grace Or how can graces in thy body bee Where neither they nor pittie finde a place Ah they bene handmaydes to thy bewties furie Making thy face to tyrannise on men Condemn'd before thy bewtie by loues Iurie And by thy frownes adiudg'd to sorrowes den Graunt me some grace for thou with grace art wealthie And kindely mayst afforde some gratious thing Mine hopes all as my minde weake and vnhealthie All her lookes gratious yet no grace do bring To me poore wretche yea be the graces theare But I the furies in my brest doe beare SONNET LXXIIII Cease ouer-tyred muses to complayne In vayne thou powers out wordes in vayne thy teares In vayne thou writes thy verses all in vayne For to the rockes and wall which neuer heares Thou speakes and sendes complaintes which finde no grace But why compaire I thee to rockes and walles Yes thou discendes from stones and rockes by race ' But rockes will answere to the latter calles Yea rockes will speake each sentences last word And in each sillabe of that word agree But thou nor last nor first wilt me afford Hath pride or nature bred this fault in thee Nature and pride haue wrought in thee these euils For women are by nature proude as diuels SONNET LXXV Loue is a name too louely for the god He naked goes redde colour'd in his skinne And bare all as a boy fitte for a rod Hence into Africke there seeke out thy kinne Amongst the Moores and swarthie men of Inde Me thou of ioyes and sweet content hast hindred Hast thou consum'd me and art of my kinde Hast thou inâ—…ag'd me yet art of my kindered Nay Ismarus or Rhodope thy father Or craggie Caucasus thy crabbed sier Vesuuius else or was it Aetna rather For thou how many doest consume with fier Fierce Tygres VVolues and Panthers gaue the sucke For louâ—…ly Venus had not such â—…uill lucke SONNET LXXVI Be blind mine eyes which saw that stormie frowne Wither long-watring lippes which may not kisse Pyne armes which wisht ' for sweet embraces missee And vpright parts of pleasure fall you downe VVast wanton tender thighes consume for this To her thighes elmes that you were not made vynes And my long pleasure in her body grafted But at my pleasure her sweet thoughtes repines Mine hart with her faire colours should be wafted Throughout this Oceane of my deepe dispaier VVhy doe I longer liue but me prepaier My life togather with my ioyes to finish And long eare this had I dyed with my care But hope of ioyes to come did all dimâ—…ish SONNET LXXVII How can I liue in mindes or bodies health VVhen all foure elementes my greefes conspier Of all harts ioyes depriuing me be stelth All yeelding poysons to my long desier The fire with heates extreames mine hart enraging Water in teares from dispaires fountaine flowing My soule in sighes ayer to loues soule ingaging My fancies coales earthes melancholie blowing Thus these by nature made for my releefe Through that bold charge of thine Imperious eye Turne all their graces into bitter greefe And I were dead should any of them dye And they my bodies substance all be sicke It followes then I cannot long be quicke SONNET LXXVIII The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare Saturne inthronist in thy frowning browes Next aufull Ioue thy maiestie doth beare And vnto dreadfull Mars thy courage bowes Drawne from thy noble grandfathers of might Among'st the laurell crowned Poetes sweete And sweet Musitions take the place by right For Phoebus with thy graces thought it meete Venus doth sit vpon thy lippes and chinne And Hermes hath inrich't thy wittes deuine Phoebe with chast desiers thine hart did winne The Planettes thus to thee their powers resigne Whom Planets honour thus is any such My muse then can not honour her too much SONNET LXXIX Couetous eyes what did you late behold My riuall graced with a sunne-bright smile Where he with secret signes was sweetly told Her thoughtes with winkes which all men might beguile Audacious did I see him kisse that hand Which holdes the reanes of mine vnbridled hart And softely wringing it did closely stand Courting with loue termes and in louers art Next with his fingers kist he toucht her middle Then saucic with presumption vncontrolld To hers from his eyes sent regardes hy riddle At length he kist her cheeke ah me so bold To bandie with bel-gardes
out-rages edged Quoth I fayre mistres did I set mine hart At libertie and for that made him free That you should arme him for another start Whose certaine bale you promised to bee Tush quoth Parthenophe before he goe I 'le be his bale at last and doubt it not Why then said I that morgage must I shoe Of your true-loue which at your hands I got Ay me she was and is his bale I wot But when the morgage should haue cur'd the soare She past it of by deede of gift before SONNET IX So did Parthenophe release myne hart So did she robbe me of myne harts rich threasure Thus shall she be his bale before they part Thus in her loue she made me such hard measure Ay me nor hope of mutuall loue by leasure Nor any type of my poore harts release Remaines to me how shall I take the ceasure Of her loues forfeture which tooke such peace Combyned with a former loue then cease To vexe with sorrowes and thy greefes encrease T is for Parthenophe thou sufferst smart Wyl'de natures wound not curable with art Then cease with choking sighes and hart-swolln throbbes To draw thy breath broke of with sorrowes sobbes SONNET X. Yet giue me leaue since all my ioyes be perisht Hartlesse to moane for my poore harts departire Nor should I mourne for him if he were cherisht Ah no! she keepes him like a slauish martyre Ah me since mercylesse she made that chartyre Sealed with waxe of stedfast continence Sign'd with those hands which neuer can vnwrite it Writ with that penne which by preheminence To sure confirmes whatseuer was inditit What skilles to weare thy gyrdle or thy gartyre When other armes shall thy small wast imbrace How great a wast of mynde and bodies weale Now meltes my soule I to thine eyes appeale If they thy tyrant champions owe me grace SONNET XI Why didst thou then in such disfigured guize Figure the pourtraict of myne ouerthro Why manlike didst thou meane to tyrannize No man but woman would haue sinned so Why then in humaine and my secret foe Didst thou betray me yet would be a woman From my cheef wealth out weauing me this woe Leauing thy loue in pawne till time did come on When that thy trustlesse bondes were to be tryed And when through thy default I thee did sommon Into the court of stedfast loue then cryed As it was promist here standes his harts bale And if in bondes to thee my loue be tyed Then by those bondes take forfect of the sale MADRIGALL 1. Oh powers coelestiall with what sophistrie Tooke she delight to blancke my hart by sorrow And in such Riddels act my tragoedie Making this day for him for me to morrow Where shall I Sonnets borrow Where shall I finde brests sides and tong Which my great wrongs might to the world dispence Where my defence My Phisicke where for how can I liue long That haue forgone myne hart I 'le steale from hence From restlesse soules myne Hymnes frō seas my teares From windes my sighes from cōcaue rockes and steele My sides and voyces Echo reedes which feele Calme blastes still-mouing which the shepheard beares For waylefull plaints my tong shall be The land vnknowne to rest and comfort me MADRIGALL 2. Might not this be for mans more certaintie By natures lawes enactit That those which do true meaning falsifie Making such bargaines as were precontractit Should forfect freelidge of loues ◅enancie Tot'h plaintiffe greeu'd if he exact it Thinke on my loue thy faith yet hast thou crakt it Nor nature reason loue nor faith can wake thee To pitie me my prisoned hart to pitie Sighes no fit incense nor my plaintes can make thee Thy nose from sauour and thine eares from sound Stopt'e and obturate nought could shake thee Thinke on when thou such pleasure found To read my lynes and reading terme them wittie Whiles lines for loue and braynes for bewtie witlesse I for thee feuer-schor't yet thou still fitlesse SONNET XII Vext with th'assaultes of thy conceiued bewtie I restlesse on thy fauors meditate And tho dispare full loue sometime my suite tye Vnto these fagottes figures of my state Which bound with endlesse lyne by leasure wate That happy moment of your hartes reply Yet by those lynes I hope to finde the gate Which through loues laberinth shall guide me right Whiles vnacquainted exercise I try Sweete solitude I shunne my lifes cheef light And all because I would forget thee quite And working that me thinke it 's such a sinne As I take penne and paper for to write Thee to forget that leauing I beginne SONNET XIII When none of these my sorrowes would aledge I sought to finde the meanes how I might hate thee Then hatefull curiousnesse I did in wedge Within my thoughtes which euer did awaite thee I fram'd myne eyes for an vniuste controllment And myne vnbrydled thoughtes because I dare not Seeke to compell did pray them take enroulment Of natures faultes in her and equall spare not They search't and found her eyes were sharpe and fierie A moule vpon her forhead colour'd pale Her haire disordred browne and crisped wyerye Her cheekes thinne speckled with a sommers male This tolde men ween'd it was a pleasing tale Her to disgrace and make my follies fade And please it did but her more gracious made MADRIGALL 3. Once in an arbour was my mistresse sleeping With rose and woodbind wouen Whose person thousand graces had in keeping Where for myne hart her harts hard flint was clouen To keepe him safe behind stood pertly peepin ge Poore Cupid softly creepinge And draue small birdes out of the myrtle bushes Scar'd with his arrowes who sate cheeping On euery sprigge whom Cupid c◅lles and hushes Frō branch to brāch whiles I poore soule sate weeping To see her breathe not knowing Incense into the cloudes and blesse with breath The wyndes and ayre whiles Cupid vnderneath With birdes with songes nor any posies throwing Could her awake Each noyse sweete lullaby was for her sake MADRIGALL 4. There had my Zeuxes places and time to draw My mistresse pourtraict which on platane table With nature matching colours as he saw Her leaning on her elbow tho not able He gan with vermil gold white and sable To shadow forth and with a skilfull knuckle Liuely set out my fortunes fable On lippes a rose on hand an hony-suckle For nature fram'd that arbour in such orders That roses did with woodbynes buckle Whose shadow trembling on her louely face He left vnshadow'd there arte lost his grace And that white lillie leafe with fringed borders Of Angels gold vayled the skyes Of myne heauens hierarchie which clos'd her eyes SONNET XIIII Then him controlling that he left vndonne Her eyes bright circle thus did answ◅re make Restes mist with siluer cloude had clos'd her Sunne Nor could he draw them till she weare awake Why then quoth I were not these leaues darke shade Vpon her cheekes depainted as you see them Shape of
toyle Had I for nurce been left to Lyons spoyle Had I for freedome dwelt in shadie nighâ—… Coup't vp in loth-some dungeoâ—…s from mens sight Those first desiers which in my brest did boyle From which thy loues vnkinde thou banished Had not been such an exile to my blisse If life with my loues infancie were vanished It had not been so sore a death as this If Lyonesses were in steede of nurses Or night for day thine hate deserues more curses SONNET CII Vayne gallantes whose much longing spirites tickle Whose braynes swell with abundance of much witte And would be touch't fayne with an amourous fitte O lend your eyes and bend your fancies fickle You whom affections dart did neuer prickle You which hold louers fooles and argue it Gase on my sunne and if teares do not trickle From your much maisterd eyes where fancies sitte Then eagles will I terme you for your eyes But Beares or Tygres for your saluage hartes But if it chance such fountaines should arise And you made like partakers of my smartes Her for her percing eyes an eagle name But for her hart a Tygre neuer tame MADRIGALL 15. Natures pride loues pearle vertues perfection In sweetnesse bewtie grace Of body face affection Hath glorie brightnesse place In rosie cheekes cleare eyes and heauenly minde All which with wonder honour prayse take race To charme to shine to flye with fames protection Mine hart the first mine eyes next third my thought Did wound did blind did binde Which greeu'd obscur'd and wrought Hart eyes and senâ—…s with such imperfection That in their former comfort sight and kinde The moued gaz'd and sought Yet found not in what order sort and case Of teares plaints sighes with seas with murmure winde To finde to get t' imbrace Natures pride loues pearle vertues perfection MADRIGALL 16. Sleepe Phoebus still in glaucie Thetis lappe Ioues eagles percing eyes be blinde Soft thinges whose tuch is tickle to the minde Giue no like tuch all ioyes in one to wrappe All instrumentes all birdes and voyces Make no such heauenly musicke in their kinde No fruites haue such sweet sappe No roote such ioyces No balme so much reioyces O breath exceeding euery rich perfume For loue all pleasures in a kisse did lappe Her eyes did giue bright glaunces Sight is no sight all light with that consume She tuch't my cheeke at which tuch mine hart dauÌ„ces Mine eyes in priuie combate did praesume Charging mine handes to charge her middle Whilst they threw wounding darts healing launces She kist and spoke attonce a riddle But such sweet meaning in darke sence As shew'd the drift of her deare-sweet pretence More pleasing then the corde of Harpe or Lute On heauenly cherries then I feede Whose sappe deliciouser then Angels food Whose breath more sweet theÌ„ guÌ„me beâ—…e flower or bood O kisse which did all sence exceede No man can speake those ioyes then muse be mute But say for sight smell hearing tast and tuch In any one thing was there euer such MADRIGALL 17. Enuious ayer all natures publicke nurse Lend to my life no spirite Not that I prosper worse Then earst of yoare for I the state inherite Which goddes in Paradise boue mans demerite But for I highly scorne Thy common vnpour should With her sweet breath immixe I cannot beare it Cold ayres infusion cannot be forborne O kisse ô soule which could All way linges haue outworne Angell of blisse which cheeres me night and morne Sweet cloud which now with my soule doest enfould Salue to my soule once sicke Let men in Inde I'borne Cease boasting of rich drugges and sweet perfume Egyptian gummes and odours Arabicke I loth and wood deare sould From Myrre and Cypresse torne Tarry sweet kisse do not in cloudes consume Yet can I feele thy spirite mouing quicke O why should ayre praesume To be her spirites riuall What do I speake nor am I lunaticke I can not liue else would I not assume Cold ayer to contriue all My sorrowes with immixion Then dye whilst this sweet spirite the doth prycke Whilst thy sweet comfortes kisses are alyueall And loues sweet iurisdiction Will make the dye possessed Of all heauens ioyes which for most comfort striueall Least death to pleasure should giue interdiction Ah let my lippes be pressed And with continuall kisses Powre euerlasting spirite to my life So shall I all wayes liue so still be blessed Kisse still and make no misses Double redouble kisses Murmure affections warre in pleasing strife Presse lippes lippes rest oppressed This passion is no fiction MADRIGALL 18. After Auroraes blush the sunne arose And spread his beames With whose cleare gleames My pricklesse rose-bud vaild his purple leaues In whose sweet fouldes morning did pearles inclose Where sunne his beames in Orblike circle weaues And them t' inrich stoule those Natures bewtie Phoebus vertue loues incense Whose fauour sappe and sauour my sence reaues My muse hath these for theames They to my muse my muse to them defence Phoebus sometimes loues oracles sendes thence Thus by my sunne a rose Though a sweet rose pricklesse Pricklesse arose deare prickle Which me diseaseth much though I be sicklesse Nought me of ioy bereaues Saue fauour sappe and sauour all be fickle Blush not for shame that thy sunne spreades his beames My soule in sunder cleaues After Auroraes blush the sunne arose MADRIGALL 19. Thy loues conceites are wounde about mine hart Thy loue it selfe within mine hart a wounde Thy torches all arow sticke Which thy sweet grace about mine hart hath bounde There gleaming arrowes sticke in euery part Which vnto my marrow pricke Thy bewties fancie to mine hart is thrall Mine hart thy beauties thrall is founde And thou mine hart a bulwarcke art Conquer'd with bewtie batter'd to the grounde And yet though conquer'd will not yeeld at all For in that conflict though I fall Yet I my selfe a conquerer repute In fight continuall like victorious mart Yet euer yeeld as euer ouerthrowne To be still prisoner is my suite I will be still thy captiue knowne Such pleasing seruitude Victorious conquest is and fortitude MADRIGALL 20. My loue alas is sicke fye enuious sicknesse That at her brest where rest all ioyes and ease Thou shouldst take such dispight her to displease In whom all vertues health hath quicknesse Thou durst not come in liuing licknesse For hadst thou come thou couldst not her disease Her bewtie would not let the prease Sweet graces which continually attend her At her short breath breathe short and sigh so deepe Which sicknesses sharpe furies might appease Both loues and graces striue to mende her Oh neuer let me rest but sigh and weepe Neuer but weepe and sigh sicke is my loue And I loue-sicke yet Phisicke may befrend her But what shall my disease remoue SONNET CIII I slep't when vnderneath a laurell shade My face vprear'd aloft vnto the heauen Me thought I heard this spoken in a sueauen Nature on earth loues miracle hath made With this me thought vpon a