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A19945	A poetical rapsodie containing: diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigals, epigrams, pastorals, eglogues, with other poems, both in rime and measured verse. For varietie and pleasure, the like neuer yet published.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1611 (1611)	STC 6375; ESTC S105119	99,741	216

teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she cals in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begun In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse depart and let me die Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the skie And make thee scorne blinde Fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did th●… entertaine Desire a●…d Fortune with despite haue slaine My Ladie dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of me Then good my Muse flie backe to heau'n againe And let me die to end this endlesse paine Breake heauie heart BReake heauie heart and rid me of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vaine by night with teares I waste away Away I wa●…e with teares by night in vaine Teares sighs by night by day encrease this paine Mine eies no eies but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but flouds to moist my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My s●…art my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blind dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griese And yet my teares though dride runne downe amaine And yet my heart though spent attends reliefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting crie in vaine breake Beaui●… heart Desires gouernment WHere wit is ouer-ruld by will And will is led by fond desire There reason were as good be still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The heart must rule the head obey What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When he that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list perforce So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne Loues properties TWixt heate and colde t'wixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife I liue in death in cold I frie. Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead First burning heate sets all on fire Whereby I seeme in flames to frie Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lie Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate no end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despaire to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care Ifneeds I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot die If nought but losse I reape in stead of gaine If lasting paine do euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusd sometime Now shut thine eares and my request denie Still must I loue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viu●… The passionate prisoner YE walles that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosd wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flie O shut your selues each chinke and creuisse straine That none but you may heare me thus complaine My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to beate b●…t beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnesse of my paine As for my teares whose streames must euer last My silent couch shall drinke them vp as fast Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Y●…t if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and drie No maruell though the branches die VVhile hope did liue within my brest No Winter storme could kill desire But now disdaine hath hope opprest Dead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote and spire was loue No sap beneath no life aboue And as we see the rootlesse stocke Retaine some sap and spring a while Yet quickly proue a life-lesse blocke Because the roote doth life beguile So liues desire which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is rest ODE XII To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st ●…n vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thoughts thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threede thy fancie spunne Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pittie thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shunne the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lie not for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and die Yet neuer feare to flie Phaleuciacks III. WIsdome warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisedome sent from aboue not earthly wisedome Long too long haue I slept in ease vneasie On false worldly reliefe my trust reposing Health and wealth in a boat no sterne nor ank●…r Bold and blind that I was to Sea be-taking Scarce from shore had I lancht when all about me Waues like hils did rise till helpe from heauen Brought my Ship to the Port of late repentance O nauis referent in mare te noui fluctus ODE XIII Adefiance to disdainfull loue NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to moue my minde What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Go

had gain'd With smoaking sighs and deep-fetch'd sobs did rew And his braue cheeks with scalding teares bedew Because that Kingdomes now so few remain'd By his victorious Arme to be obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spencer erst so farre had spred his fame That he was Monarch deem'd of Poesie Thou did st I gesse euen burne with iealousie Least Lawrell were not left ynough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac't In highest seat So hath thy Muse surpast Spencer and all that do with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crowne aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdome share The mightiest Kings in might did match alone So of thy skill the greatnesse thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kind with thee compare One shar'd out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall But onely Alexander all did wield So in soft pleasing Lyricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magis Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the graces treasure Vertues hope his friendes sole pleasure This small Marble stone lies vnder which is often moist with teares For such losse in such young yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead But from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was farre vnfit For thy beauty grace and wit 3 Thou aliue on earth sweet Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy Iu high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of Dido O most vnhappy Dido Vnhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow Vnhappy in thy Mate And in thy Louer more vnfortunate By treason th' one was reft thee By treason th' other left thee That left thee meanes to flie with This left thee meanes to die with The former being dead From Brothers sword thou fliest The latter being fled On Louers sword thou dyest Piu meritare che conseguire FRANCIS DAVISON MORE SONNETS ODES c. SONNET 1. He demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines impart The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my heart For beeing charm'd by the bewitching art Of those inueagling graces which attend you Loues holy fyre makes me breath out in part The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eyes If mine Eyes sinne their sins cause only lies On your bright eyes which haue my heart inflamed Since eies loue liues erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my affection Sonnet 2. Loue in Iustice punishable onely with like Loue BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue find fauour in your Eies But that your Eies as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which from them-selues doth rise Yet this my humble fuite do not despise Let me be iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome do equalize What er'e it be it shall not be refused And since my loue alreadie is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice iudge me as I haue confessed For if my doome in iustice scales be wayed With equall loue my loue must be repayed Sonnet III. He cals his eares eyes and heart as witnesses of her sweete voice beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAire is thy face and great thy wits perfection So faire alas so hard to be exprest That if my tired Pen should neuer rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their nest And that your face is such a flint-hard brest By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnesse mine eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine eyes rauisht when you they see Beutie and vertue witnesse eyes and eares In you sweete Saint haue equall soueraignty But if nor eyes nor eares can proue it true Witnesse my heart ther 's none that equals you How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heau'n and in hell Sonnet IIII. Praise of her eyes excelling all comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot de●…ise Words fit to blaze the worth your eyes containes Whose nameles worth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceede the name of eyes Eyes they be not but worlds in which there lies More blisse then this wide world besides containes Worlds they be not but stars whose influēce raignes Ouer my life and lifes felicities Stars they be not but Suns whose presence driues Darknesse from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my heart Since then in Earth nor Heauen they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Ladie to be condemned of ignorance or crueltie As she is faire so faithfull I My seruice she her grace I merit Her beauty doth my loue inherit But Grace she doth denie O knowes she not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force Her ignorance or cruelty As she is faire so cruell she I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which Pitties source should be Too well she knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Her vndeserued cruelty As she is faire so were she kinde Or being cruell could I wauer Soone should I either win her fauer Or a new Mistresse f●…de But neither our alas may be Scorne in her and louein me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her crueltie Sonnet V. Contention of Loue and Reason for his heart REason and loue lately at strife contended Whose right it was to haue my minds protection Reason on his side Natures will pretended Loues title was my Mistresse rare perfection Of power to end this strife each makes election Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended But loue soone brought those thoughts into subiection By beauties troopes which on my Saint depended Yet since to rule the minde was Reasons dutie On this condition it by loue was rendred That endlesse praise by reason should be tendred As a due tribute to her conquering beautie Reason was pleasde withall and to loues royaltie He pledg'd my heart as hostage for his loyaltie