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Phillis: honoured vvith pastorall sonnets, elegies, and amorous delights VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred.
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Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.
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PHILLIS Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets Elegies and amorous delights VVhere-vnto is annexed the tragicall complaynt of Elstred Iam Phoebus disiungit equos iam Cinthia iungit At London Printed for Iohn Busbie and are to be sold at his shoppe at the West-doore of Paules 1593. TO THE RIGHT worthy and noble Lady the Countesse of Shrewesbury I Haue aduentured most noble Lady with the wrastlers of Olympia tho not to win yet to worke for the Garland the iudgement of my industry relyeth on your Ladishippe who haue both authoritie to conuict and knowledge to commend I haue chosen you Madam among many to be the Soueraigne and shee Mecaenas of my toyle because I am assured that the great report of your learning and vertue wherewith as yet it hath not pleased you to dignifie the world must euen now be exemplified in mee who dare promise as much in affection as any other can performe in perfection May it please you to looke and like of homlie Phillis in her Country caroling to countenance her poore and affectionate Sheepheard who promiseth vnder the onely encouragement of so noble a Lady to employ all his best deseignes life and studies to your good lyking Your Ladiships most humble to commaund Tho Lodge Induction I That obscur'd haue fled the Sceane of Fame Intitling my conceits to nought but care I that haue liu'd a Phoenix in loues flame And felt that death I neuer would declare Now mount the Theater of this our age To plead my faith and Cupids cursed rage Oh you high sp'rited Paragons of witte That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch Whose sence is sound whose words are feat and fitte Able to make the coyest eare to itch Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well These little loues new crept from out the shell And thou the true Octauia of our time Vnder whose worth beauty was neuer matched The Genius of my Muse and ragged rime Smile on these little loues but lately hatched Who from the wrastling waues haue made retreate To pleade for life before thy iudgement seate And tho the fore-bred brothers they haue had Who in theyr Swan-like songes Amintâ—s wept For all their sweet-thought sighes had fortune bad And twice obscur'd in Cinthias circle slept Yet these I hope vnder your kind aspect Most worthy Lady shall escape neglect And if these Infants of mine artlesse braine Not by theyr worth but by thy worthinesse A meane good liking of the learned gaine My Muse enfranchis'd from forgetfulnesse Shall hatch such breede in honour of thy name As moderne Poets shall admire the same As moderne Poets shall admire the same I meane not you you neuer matched men VVho brought the Chaos of our tongue in frame Through these Herculean labours of your pen I meane the meane I meane no men diuine But such whose feathers are but waxt like mine Goe weeping Truce-men in your sighing weedes Vnder a great Mecaenas I haue past you If so you come where learned Colin feedes His louely flocke packe thence and quickly haste you You are but mistes before so bright a sunne Who hath the Palme for deepe inuention wunne Kisse Delias hand for her sweet Prophets sake VVhose not affected but well couched teares Haue power haue worth a Marble minde to shake Whose fame no Iron-age or time out weares Then lay you downe in Phillis lap and sleepe Vntill she weeping read and reading weepe I that obscurd haue fled the scheane of fame Intitling my conceites to nought but care I that haue liu'd a Phoenix in loues flame And felt that death I neuer would declare Now mount the Theater of this our age To plead my faith and Cupids cursed rage Oh you high spirited paragons of witte That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch Whose sence is sound whose wordes are feate and fitte Able to make the coyest eare to itch Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well These little loues new crept from out the shell And thou the' Ascrean Poet of our time Vnder whose stile conceit was neuer matched The Genius of my muse and ragged rime Smile on these little loues but latlie hatched VVho from the wrastling waues haue made retreate To pleade for life before thy Iudgement seate And tho the fore-bred brothers they haue had VVho in their Swan-like songes Amintas wept For all their sweet-thought sighes had fortune bad And twise obscurd in Cinthias circle slept Yet these I hope vnder your kinde aspect Thow flower of knight-hood shall escape neglect And if these infants of mine artlesse braine Not by their worth but by thy worthynes A meane good liking of the learned gaine My muse enfranchisd from forgetfulnes Shall hatch such breede in honour of thy name As moderne Poets shall admire the same As moderne Poets shall admire the same I meane not you you neuer matched men VVho brought the Chaos of our toung in frame Through these herculean labours of your pen I meane the meane I meane no men deuine But such whose feathers are but waxt like mine Goe weeping truce-men in your sighing weedes Vnder a great Mecenas I haue past you If so you come where learned Colin feedes His lowely flocke pack thence and quicklie hast you You are but mistes before so bright a sunne VVho hath the palme for deepe inuention wunne Kisse Delias hand for hir sweet Prophets sake VVhose not affected but well couched teares Haue power haue worth a marble minde to shake VVhose fame no yron-age or time out weares Then lay you downe in Phillis lappe and sleepe Vntill she weeping read and reading weepe Phillis Sonnet I. Oh pleasing thoughts apprentises of loue Fore-runners of desire sweet Methridates The poison of my sorrowes to remoue With whom my hopes and fearefull oft debates Inritch your selues and me by your selfe riches Which are the thoughts you speÌ„d on heaueÌ„ bred beauty Rowse you my muse beyond our Poets pitches And working wonders yet say all is duty Vse you no Eglets eyes nor Phenix feathers To tower the heaueÌ„ from whence heauens wonder fallies For why your sonne singes sweetly to hir wethers Making a springe of winter in the vallies Show to the world tho poore and scant my skill is How sweet thoughts bee that are but thought on Phillis Sonnet II. You sacred Sea-nimphes pleasantly disporting Amidst this watrie world where now I saile IF euerloue or louers sad reporting Had power sweet teares from your faire eyes to hayle And you more gentle-hearted then the rest Vnder the Northern Noon-stede sweetly streaming Lend those moyst riches of your christall crest To quench the flames from my hearts Aetna steaming And thou kinde Ariton in thy trompet relish The ruthfull accents of my discontent That midst this treauell desolate and hellish Some gentle wind e that listens my lament May prattle in the north in Phillis eares Where Phillis wants Damon consumes in teares Sonnet III. In fancies world an Atlas haue I beene Where yet the Chaos of my
expresse The griefe that my destressed soule deuoures Cloath thou my body all in heauinesse My sonnes appeard faire smiling full of pleasure But now the vale of absence ouer cloudes them They fed my heart with ioyes exceeding measure VVhich now shal dy since absence needs must shroud them Yea die oh death sweet death vouchsafe that blessing That I may die the death whilest she regardeth For sweet were death and sweete were deathes oppressing If she looke on who all my life awardeth Oh thou that art the portion of my ioy Yet not the portion for thou art the prime Suppose my griefes conceiue the deepe anoy That wounds my soule vpon this sorrye time Pale is my face and in my pale confesses The paine I suffer since I needes must leaue thee Redde are mine eyes through teares that them oppresses Dul'd are my sprits since fates do now bereue thee And now ah now my plaintes are quite preuented The windes are faire the sailes are hoysed hie The Anckers waid and now quite discontented Griefe so subdewes my hart as it should dye A faint farewell with trembling hand I tender And with my teares my papers are distained Which closed vp my heart in them I render To tell thee how at parting I complained Vouchsafe his message that doth bring farewell And for my sake let him with beautie dwell Thirsis Aegloga Secunda Muses helpe me sorrow swarmeth Eyes are fraught with seas of languish Heauie hope my sollace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eye of day regarded neuer Certaine trust in world vntrusty Flattering hope beguileth euer VVeary olde and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholdes inthroned Fortunes darling proude and dreadlesse Darkesome night doth heare hâ—m moaned VVho before was rich and needlesse Robb the sphre of lines vnited Make a sodaine voide in nature Force the day to bee benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarry Further helpes I meane to borrow Courted once by fortunes fauour Compast now with enures curies All my thoughts of sorrow sauer Hopes runne fleeting like the sourses Ay me wanton scorne hath maimed Al the ioy my heart enioyed Thoughtes their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes hath quite anoyed Scant regard my weale hath scanted Looking coy hath forst my lowering Nothing likt where nothing wanted VVeddes mine eyes to ceaselesse showering Former loue was once admired Present fauour is estranged Loath the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughtes are changed Louely swaine with luckie guiding Once ebut now no more so friended Thou my flockes hast had in mindinge From the morne till day was ended Drinke and fodder foode and foulding Had my lambes and ewes together I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and lambes are paind with pining I with ewes and lambes confused All vnto our deathes declyning Silence leaue thy caue obscured Daine a dolfull swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Ye I am no deepe offender Phillips sonne canne with his finger Hide his scarre it is so little Little sinne a day to linger VVise men wander in a Tittle Thriftles yet my swaine haue turned Though my sunne he neuer showeth Though I weepe I am not mourned Though I want no pittie groweth Yet for pittie loue my muses Gentle silence be their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to bee a louer They shall liue with thee inclosed I will loath my pen and paper Arte shall neuer be supposed Sloath shall quench the watching taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindly Though I leaue them yet I loue them Though my wit haue led them blindly Yet my swaine did once approue them I will trauell soyles remoued Night and morrowe neuer merie Thou shalt harbor that I loued I will loue that makes me werye If perchaunce the sheepe strayeth In thy walkes and shades vnhaunted Tell the teene my heart betrayeth How neglect my ioyes hath daunted Sonnet XXI Ye heraultes of my heart mine ardent groanes O teares which gladly would burst out to brookes Oh spent on fruitlesse sande my surging moanes Oh thoughtes enthrald vnto care-boading lookes Ah iust laments of my vniust distresse Ah fond desires whom reason could not guide Oh hopes of loue that intimate redresse Yet proue the load-stars vnto bad betide When will you cease or shall paine neuer ceasing Seaze on my heart oh molifie your rage Least your assaultes with ouer switf increasing Procure my death or call on timelesse age What if they do they shall but feede the fire Which I haue kindled by my fond desire Sonnet XXII Faire art thou Phillis I so faire sweet mayd As nor the sunne nor I haue seene more faire For in thy cheekes sweet roses are embayde And golde more pure then gold doth guilde thy haire Sweet Bees haue hiu'd their hony on thy tongue And Hebe spic't hir Necter with thy breath About thy necke do all the graces thronge And lay such baites as might entangle death In such a breast what heart would not be thrall From such sweet armes who would not wish embraces At thy faire handes who wonders not at all Wounder it selfe through ignorance embases Yet naithelesse tho wonderous giftes you call these My faith is farre more wonderfull then all these Sonnet XXIII Burst burst poore heart thou hast no longer hope Captiue mine eyes vnto eternall sleepe Let all my sences haue no further scope Let death be lord of me and all my sheepe For Phillis hath betrothed fierce disdaine That makes his mortall mantion in hir heart And though my tonge haue long time taken paine To sue deuorse and wed hir to desart She will not yeeld my wordes can haue no power She scornes my faith she laughes at my sad layes She filles my soule with neuer ceasing sower Who filt the world with volumes of hir praise In such extreames what wretch can cease to craue His peace from death who can no mercy haue Sonnet XXIIII No glory makes me glorious or glad Nor pleasure may to pleasure me dispose Ne comfort can reuiue my sences sad Nor hope enfranchise me with one repose Nor in hir absence tast I one delight Nor in hir presence am I well content Was neuer time gaue tearme to my dispight Nor ioy that dried the teares of my lament Nor holde I hope of weale in memorie Nor haue I thought to change my restlesse griefe Nor doth my conquest yeelde me souerainetie Nor hope repose nor confidence reliefe For why she sortes hir frownes and fauoures so As when I gaine or loose I cannot know Sonnet XXV I wage the combat with two mightie foes Which are more strong then I ten thousand folde The one is when thy pleasure I do lose The other when thy person I beholde In seeing thee a swarme of loues confound me And cause my death in spight of my resist