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 thâ—… entertaine Desire aâ—…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 waâ—…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 sâ—…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 Beauiâ—… 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 viuâ—… 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 bâ—…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 Yâ—…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 â—…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 ankâ—…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
then what 's thy woe D. That brought from frost it neuer will desire To rest with mee that am more hot then fire That time hath no power to end or diminish his loue TIme wasteth yeares and months and daies houres Time doth consume fame riches wit and strength Time kils the greenest herbes and sweetest flowers Time weares out youth and Beauties pride at length Time maketh euery tree to die and rot Time turneth oft our pleasures into paine Time causeth warres and wrongs to be forgot Time cleares the skie that first hung full of raine Time brings to nought the mightiest Princes state Time brings a floud from new resolued snow Time calmes the Sea where tempests roared late Time eates whatso'ere the Moone doth see below Yet shall no time vpon my heart preuaile Nor any time shall make my loue to faile Loues Hyperboles IF Loue had lost his shafts and loue downe threw His thunder bolts or spent his forked fire They onely might recou'red be anew From out my heart crosse-wounded with desire Or if debate by Mars were lost a space It might be found within the selfe same place IF Neptunes waues were all dried vp and gone My weeping eyes so many teares distill That greater seas might grow by them alone Or if no flame were yet remaining still In Vulcans forge he might from out my brest Make choice of such as should befit him best IF Aeole were depriued of his charge Yet soone could I restore his winds againe By sobbing sighs which forth I blow at large To moue her minde that pleasures in my paine What man but I could thus encline his will To liue in loue that hath no end of ill An Inuectiue against Loue. LOue is a sowre delight a sugred griefe A liuing death an euer-dying life A breath of reasons law a secret thiefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot that euer hits Loue is a blinded god away-ward boy A laborinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue of beauties will a witlesse toy A rauenous bird a tyrant must vniust A burning heate in frost a flattering foe A priuate hell a very world of woe Yet mightie Loue regard not what I say Who in a trance do lie reft of my wits But blame the light that leads me thus astray And makes my tongue thus raue by franticke fits Yet hurt me not lest I sustaine the smart Which am content to lodge her in my heart Petrarks Sonnet translated Pace non trouo non ho da far guera I Ioy not Peacâ—… where yet no warre is found I feare and hope I burne yet freeze withall I mount to heauen yet lie still on the ground I nothing hold yet I compasse all I liue her bond which neither is my foe Nor friend nor holds me fast nor lets me goe Loue will not that I liue nor let me die Nor locks me fast nor suffers me to scape I want both eyes and tongue yet see I crie I wish for death yet after helpe I gape I hate my selfe yet loue another wight And feede on griefe in lieu of sweet delight At selfe same time I both lament and ioy I still am pleas'd and yet displeased still Loue sometimes seemes a God sometimes a Boy Sometimes I sinke sometimes I swim at will T'wixt death and life small difference I make All this deere Dame endure I for thy sake He proues himselfe to endure the hellish torments of Tantalus Ixion Titius Sisyphus and the Belides IN that I thirst for such a Goddesse grace As wants remorse like Tantalus I die My state is equall to â—…xions case Whose mangled lims are turn'd continually In that my rowling toiles can haue no end Nor loue nor time nor chance will stand my friend IN that my heart consuming neuer dies I feele with Titius an equall paine Vpon whose heart a vulture feeding lies In that I rise through hope and fall againe By feare like Sisyphus â—… labour still To turne a rowling stone against a hill IN that I make my vowes to her alone Whose teares are deafe and will retaine no sound With Belides my state is all but one Which fill a Tub whose bottome is not sound Thus in my heart since loue therein did dwell Are all the torments to be found of hell Loues discommodities WHere heate of loue doth once possesse the heart There cares oppreste the minde with wonders ill Wit runs awry not fearing future smart And fond desire doth ouermaster Will. The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke Nor ouer-watched eyes desire to winke FOot-steps are false and wauering too and fro The pleasing flower of Beauty fades away Reason retires and pleasure brings in woe And wisedome yeeâ—…deth place to blacke decay Counsell and fame and friendship are contemn'd And bashful shame and Gods themselues condemn'd WAtch full suspect is linked with despaire Inconstant hope is often drown'd in feares What folly hurts Fortune cannot repaire And miserie doth swim in seas of teares Long vse of life is but a lingring foe And gentle death is onely end of woe Allegory of his Loue to a Ship THe Souldier worne with wars delights in peace The Pilgrime in his ease when toyles are past The ship to gaine the Port when stormes doe cease And I reioyce dischargd'd from loue at last whom while I seru'd peace rest and land I lost With wars with toiles with storms worne tir'd tost SWeet liberty now giues me leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish Chaunce by lots rul'd eu'ry thing How Error was man saile each waue a teare The master loue himselfe deepe sighes were winde Cares row'de with vowes the Ship a pensiue mind FAlse hope the healme oft turn'd the ship about And constant faith stood vp for middle mast Despaire the Cable twisted all with doubt Helde griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Beauty was all the rocks but â—… at last Haue gain'd the Port and now my loue is past Execreâ—…ition of his passed loue I Curse the time where in these lips of mine Did pray or praise the Dame that was vnkind I curse my Inke my Paper and each line My hand hath writ in hope to please her mind I curse her hollow heart and flattering eyes Whose slie deceits did cause my mourning cries I Curse the sugred speech and Syrenes song Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine eare I Curse my foolish will that staid so long And tooke delight to bide twixt hope and feare I curse the howre wherein I first began By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man I Curse those daies which I haue spent in vaine In louing one vngratefull and vnkind I curse the bow and shafts that bred my paine And Loue I curse that Archer nak'd and blind But on that howre that my fond loue did end Millions of blessings I will euer spend FINIS T. VV. A Sonnet of the
burning paine But if my deere returne aliue and sound That these mine eies may see her beauty bright My heart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light She shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse ODE V. Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be drie VVhen will my sighs be spent VVhen will desire agree to let me die VVhen will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Lest thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler bee Then giue me leaue to die And shew thy power thereby The Louer absence kils me her presence cures me THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snow By strugling hard gets out her tender head And spies far off from where she lies below The winter Sun that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light VVhere heate is wanting to restore her might VVhat doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with biting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the sent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and prisâ—…ner both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may bee My heart opprest with heauie frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deere to mee Kild vp with cold and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater grefe So This be saw her louer through the wall And saw thereby she wanted that she saw And so I see and seeing want withall And wanting so vnto my death I draw And so my death were twenty times my friend If with this verse my hated life might end ODE VI. The kind louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in mee procure you peace If wrong to mee to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy do flow VVhen my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die fullfaine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since no thing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest VVhat can my life your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite denie Mine eyes so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are drie Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes VVhilst that the stoue â—…oules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest VVhich breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue ODE VII Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beautie spie As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'de to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a furie needlesse He that hath it shall die speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you soâ—… Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kil none whom loue hath fired Cupid shoots light but wounds sort CVpid at length I spie thy craftie wile Though for a time thou didst me sort beguile When first thy shaft did wound my tender heart It toucht me light me thought I felt some paine Some little pricke at first did make me smart But yet that griefe was quickly gone againe Full small account I made of such a sore As now doth ranckle inward more and more So poyson first the sinewes lightly straines Then straies and after spreads through all the vaines No otherwise then he that prickt with thorne Starts at the first and feeles no other griefe As one whose heart so little hurt did scorne And deigned not to seeke despis'd reliefe At last when rest doth after trauell come That little pricke the ioynt with paine doth numme VVhat may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stick'st not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroke espi'de Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwaies I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red stil my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my health I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No matuell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera A true description of loue Paraphrastically translated out of Petrarkes 103 Sonnet beginning S' Amor non è che dunque è quel ch'io sento IF loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A faine deâ—…re deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeed there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breed such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweet amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I frie VVhence come
change thy bow and get a stronger Go breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait◅st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catena◅ Being s◅orned and disdained be inueighs against his Lady SInce iust disdaine began to rise And crie reuenge for spitefull wrong What erst I praisde I now despise And thinke my loue was all too long I tread in durt that scornfull pride Which in thy lookes I haue descride Thy beauty is a painted skin For fooles to see their faces in Thine eyes that some as stars esteeme From whence themselues they say take light Like to the foolish fire I deeme That leades men to their death by night Thy words and oathes are light as winde And yet farre lighter is thy minde Thy friendship is a broken reede That failes thy friends in greatest neede Vitijs patientia victa est ODE 14. The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must die Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she crie Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne Instead of learned verse his Tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire An Altar and Sacrifice to disdaine for freeing him from loue My Muse by thee restor'd to life To thee Disdaine this Altar reares Whereon she offers ◅uslesse strife Self-spending sighs and bootlesse teares Long Sutes in vaine Hate for good will Still-dying paine Yet liuing still Selfe-louing pride Lookes coyly strange Will Reasons guide Desire of change And last of all Blinde Fancies fire False Beauties thrall That bindes desire All these I offer to Disdaine By whom I liue from fancie free With vow that if I loue againe My life the sacrifice shall bee Vicimus domitum pedibus calcamus amorem Certaine Poemes vpon diuerse Subiects by the same Author Three Odes translated out of Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. ODE I. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for tunes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worthies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell ODE II. A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans face THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horse his hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lions teeth his strength disclose The Fi◅h by swimming scapes the wee le The Bird by flight the fowlers net With wisedome Man is arm'd as steele Poore women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword ◅a trustie shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beautie yeeld ODE III. OF late what time the Beare turnd roūd At midnight in her wonted way And men of all sorts slept full sound O'recome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whos 's there quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth quoth he Dung-wet with raine this Moonles night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the dore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet will proue too slacke for me He said and bent his bow and shot And wightly hit me on the heart The wound was sore and raging hot The heate like fury reekes my smart Mine host quoth he my string is well And laugh't so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue To each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull ahorne the Horse a hoofe The light-foote hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flie where they list The fish swimmes safe in waters deepe The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it bee The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue VVhen each desired it to haue T. S. Anacoreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To drie his plumes I heard the boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire Prying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his backe Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wracke But what I feard did me poore wretch betide For forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quicke and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procurde a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drie But left the Arrow sticking in my brest There sore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THe lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flie her splene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Seas haue their sourse and so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith