diuine honour is the due reward Doe not with glosing nor with sugred speech Thinke to allure thy God vnto thy will Of thy fraile temple he can make a breach And in one moment soule and bodie kill The difference twixt God and man assignde One kils the bodie the other kils the minde Care not for him that hath power corporall Able to kill the bodie is the worst But care for him whose power coelestiall For he can make both soule and bodie curst Wherefore take heede thou do not grieue that God Who can auenge thy folly with his rod. Be so determinde in thy daily labour That thou offend not Gods high maiestie For he that is out of Gods heauenly fauour Shall be destroyed by his deitie The Lord hath piâ—tie when he seeth vs take Compassion on the poore for Christ his sake But when with impudent and carelesse eye We doe neglect the cries of silly soules And wallowing in deepe securitie Cherish our pleasures and drinke wine in bowles Whilest we annoint our selues with ointments sweet Who will with teares ofsorrow wash Christ feete No man is sory for poore Iosephs woe Iosephs affliction doth not touch our hearts Pleasures induce vs where so ere we goe Sinnes lamentation instantly departs Ioseph in prison we sweete pleasures taste Relieude by none til all his griefes be paste Those who contemne the miseries of men Shall nere attaine vnto this Golden prize These like to sauage Lions in their den VVith proud Calâ—gula do tiâ—annize Nere shall they come to rest but endlesse warre Shall scatter them without a shepheards starre Caâ—â—â—la would many times reproue The Gods on high in that they did withstand His Saints ordainde to purchase peoples loue And brandishing a weapon in his hand Come Aeolus quoth he and all yee Gods I le whip you like to scholeboies with my rods Yet when he heard the messenger of raine ThuÌ„der with crackling noise come hurrying down Then he proud man to hide himselfe was faine And who was high before is humble growne For wandring what did hurrie ore his head Fond witlesse man he crept vnder his bed Caligula could neuer get this prize For he abashed was at euery storme Nor with affiance could lift vp his eyes To that same God whose grace doth man adorne For Grace doth beautifie each creature well And is a meanes foule vice for to expell Now whosoeuer will obtaine that prize That Golden Fleece euen that celestiall treasure Let him feare Gods high power in any wise And dedicate his life to Gods good pleasure Then he cannot but get this precious gemme Reserude for such as be religious men There was a world though that waxe hoary now VVhen vertue was the scope each leueld at But few will vertue in their actions show All be respectiue of their priuate gaine This priuate state is mundane happinesse VVhich is the groundworke of our wretchednesse Leaue all thy wealth and thy preferment quite Flie to the Anchor of thy hope and stay Here 's Iacobs ladder which may thee incite Vpon thy soueraigne Lord thine head to lay Christ is no place whereon to laie his head But Christ his hand will vs to glory leade Buie once this gemme againe and tell me then If euer Iewell were of such a price A Iewell requisite for Christian men For her 's no Christian that will it despise Sell all and buie it for it will procure Thy endlesse safetie which will ere endure What is it drawes thee from thy louing Lord Is it promotion hope of present gaine Or is it all that fraile earth can afford Nought but vaine shadowes doth fraile earth containe Leaue then the shadow and the substance get Immortall things immortall minds beset What was the reason Alexander thought Nought could containe mans mind that worldly was Euen forasmuch as he for honour sought Which hauing gotten like a shade did passe And hauing conquerde all the world beside Yet he perceiude nought constant could abide One arrow piercing Alexanders thigh From whence there gushed streames of crimson bloud Now doe I grant quoth he mortalitie Is incident to me as here is shewed Nor prince nor begger can debarre his state To be eclipsed by a mortall date Thou that wiâ— winâ—e this Golden â—leece this prize Confâ—sse thy seâ—fe a man and not a God With pure denotion â—leuate thine eyes Least thou be daâ—ht in peeces by his rod. And being dasht reuerreceiue agaâ—ne Gods dâ—uine spirit A Cordiall for thy paine Get thee to Noaâ—s Arke and like a Doue Come flying with an Oliue in thy bill The Olâ—ue is the token of true loue Which will â—he hatred of the serpent kill For thou as long as thou abidest there No ouerflowing deluge needs to feare When Zâ—thâ—s aged Boreas sonne and heire Came downe from Colchis into Arcadie When vnto Phinâ—us Court he did repaire And was receiude by Phineus sumptously He ayded Phineus the Harpies to expell VVhose filthie ordure gaue a noâ—some smell For wheresoeuer Phineus did goe They did pursue him both by Sea and land And made king Phineus full of dismall woe Foâ— they were plagues inflicted by Ioues hand In that he did put out his childrens eyes VVhich did ascend to Ioue with wofull cries Zethes by force expelde these cruellbirds Expulsing them the bounds of Arcadie And for his welcome this kinde loue affords And loue for loue is showne as mutually It was an aâ—mes for to renew his life Since what was done was plotted by his wife Then this example shall induce thy loue Not with vnthankful and foâ—getfull minde For to requitâ— his kindnesse whâ— did proue A faiâ—hfulâ— friend and in distresse most kinde For Zethes was in great disâ—â—esse before Till he arriude vpon th' Arcadian shore And sure vnthankfull minds be most accurst Since they like Vipâ—rs be vnkind to those Who fosâ—red them and make their wombes to burst Vipers to Vipers be the hatefull foes Many foule vice saith Seneca I ken In Rome yet none worse then vnthankfull men It is inhumane to forget good will The king of Persia did accept a gift Euen a small handfull which a wife diâ— fill Oâ— liquid water void of subtile drift This he accepted and with like desert repaid the kindnesse of her louing heart And sure who is vngratefull to his friend Shall nere obtaine this sacred prize of heauen And since Gods bountie store of gifts doth send Striue in an equall poize to be found euen And whensoere thou doest perceiue Gods grace Stirre thee to good cease not his name to praise Thou an vnfruitfull seruant doe thy best Yet all thou doest not so much as thou ought Christ with his sacred robe doth thee inuest And in his mercy hath thee homeward brought And yet thou wandrest in the fields astray Vnlesse Gods mercy be thy hold and stay He is thine hold yet like a drunken man Thou
reelest from his shoulders to depart Vnto thy vaine delights doe what hee can With second death thou penetrat'st his heart Thou mak'st it bleede afresh and in thy sin Like Sow in mire delight'st to wallow in Lament thy stragling footsteps thy offences Lament the horrour of thy mis spent time Lament thy sinne thine Hypocrite pretences Lament so shall soules-splendour brightly shine The spirit and the flesh bandie their force With flesh the diuell ioynes without remorce Be thou remorcefull and the Lord will take Pitie vpon all thine infirmities Euen for his death and for his passions sake Will he exempt thee thine enormities And bring thee to the place of heauenly ioy Void of distresse exempted from annoy Buy this celestial treasure this reward This heauenly Manna made for Angels foode This precious iewell all wise men regard Purchasde to vs by Christs effused bloud This is no Tolosanum aurum which was brought To Rome by Q. Cepio deerely bought That was the ruine of him that did find it This is the blessing of him doth possesse it Who is he then that will not greatly minde it To be the worthiest gem who 'le not confesse it Since who obtaines it lasting life obtaines Albeit precious got with little paines That is obrizum aurum gold refined Purer then Cristall cleerer then the Glasse This heauenly treasure is to such assignde As in deuotion doe their life time passe Then get this gold and like a bracelet tie it About thine arme sell all thy goods and buy it Then shalt thou get this Golden Fleece of ioy Solace vnto thy soule and endlesse blisse Esteeme not of it as a triuiall toy Since it 's the hauen of thy happinesse So runne so conâ—inue in thy running That thou maist be eternizd at Christs comming None must obtaine vnlesse they holde their course For he that liueth must proceed therewith And this same lewesse will each man enforce To runne all breathlesse to recouer breath God grant we may so runne this mortal race That we with ioy may see Gods heau'nly face Alwaies prouided for the day to come Least vnawares our soule sustaine the spoyle And then euen speechlesse we appeare as dumbe And vndergoe an euerduring foyle Then shall we weepe and eke deplore our state But lamentation then will come too late Those fiue wise Virgins had their Lamps prouided Therefore they were accepted in the roome Of nuptiall rites the other were deâ—ided That vnprouided would presume to come Oh then let vs prouide our Lampes with oyle So shall the Lord vs of our sinne assoyle For those who haue no oyle within their lights Shall bee debarred heau'ns fâ—licitie And rest enthroned in perpetuall night Where howling is their sweetest harmonie Nothing is better thâ—n prouision sure To get that life which euer shall endure Many intend to spend tâ—eir worthlessâ— life In â—aking richesâ— through desire of gaine But such things be tâ—e nourishers of stâ—ife And thâ—s thy substance will thy conscience staine It shall distaine thy conscience and oppresse Thy deere bought soule with gall of bitternesse Galde be he euer that bestowes his time In things offensiue to Gods maiestie Employing nâ—t himselfe in things diuine But in prophanenesse and impietie Soone die they in despaire and discontent Who grieue their God and gâ—iâ—uing not repent There can be nothing happier then tâ—at man Who doth direct his industrie therein Which is concordant to Gods high commaund The safest antidote against all sin For he shall sure obtaine that prâ—ze that pay Which power of darknesseâ— nere shall take away Labour for this and then thou shalt doe well Thou shalt attaine vnto the port of rest There to remaine euen in that sacred cell Which aboue all is to be loued best That sacred mansion of tranquilitie Eternall rest of heau'ns felicity Who would remaine in this salt Sea of woe In this vnfruitfull vale of miserie Who would in sinners pathes delight to goe Since nought there is but sharpe calamitie Be not besotted with this earthly pleasure Lest thou do leese the hope of heauenly treasure And then farewell fond man for thy distresse Cannot be vttred by the tongue of any Such is the platforme of thy wretchednesse That thy distresses be in number many And then an Aetna with a scorching flame Shall vexe thy soule with euerlasting paine Now giue a sob in token of thy griefe Now weepe amaine least thou remorcelesse die A sigh perchance will yeeld thee some reliefe And make thee with a dolefull heart to crie Pittie deare Lord pittie good God I craue I doe confesse that I offended haue This short petition will appease his ire Such is his mercy towards penitents And though it burnd before more hote then fire Yet at thy teares he presently relents And answers thee if thou wilâ— cease from sin Thou shalt in ioy for euer raigne with him If thoule not weepe Iesus will weepe for thee For ore Ierusalem did he lament He will condâ—le thy woe thy miserie And tell thee plaine thy fall is imminent He hath more feeling of our wretchednesse Then we our selues haue of our owne distresse How often hath he calde vs euen with teares Stretching his racked armes vpon the crosse Yet we runne headlong void of filiall feare Secure and carelesse of our owne soules losse Oh weepe for shame and let thy teares bewaile Thy carelesse life which did thy Sauiour naile Shall thy distresse more moue another man Then thine owne heart which should sustaine the griefe Sure whosoeuer shall thy folly scan Will deeme thee most vnworthie of reliefe For this thy soule is cauterizde with sin Which thou for euer meanes to dally in Lasciuious minion that consumes thy daies In tricking vp thy selfe in fine attire In decking those proud parts thy name decayes Thy honour faâ—les dishonourd by desire Thou with the Argonautes shalt neâ—e obtaine Without Gods speciall grace this heauenly gaine Yet if with Marie Magdalen thou weepe And shed salt teares in token of râ—morce If thou repose not in a sinfull sleepe Thy teares thy sighâ—s shall be of equall force Cleere to exempt thee fâ—om â—he sting of death Which otherwise with mist would choak thy breath Oh that I could lament as Peter did Oh then should I to mercy haue recourse But through distâ—ust of mercy I am hid With Adam in the groâ—e made worse and worse Oâ— mollifie deare Lord this heart of mine That in contrition I may be found thine What if I haue aboundance of all treasure Wallow in curious cates and sumptuouâ— fare Yet all my deeds opponents to Gods pleasure Oh thâ—n God knowes how poore I am and bare Naked forloâ—ne opprest with misery And so distrest who i st will pâ—ttie me Grant vs deare Lord so to employ our time And so our â—alent thou to vs hast lent That like the starres in glory we may shine And reape the fruits of
pilgrims steps well spent So shall that Oâ—ient Sun our eyes delâ—ght And beautifie vs both by day and night So shall that heauenly light enlighten vs That we shall neuer stray from Gods desire Not turning things conuenient to abuse Nor through presumptuous folly to aspire For true humility shall ere protect vs And in this night of darknesse shall direct vs. Stay thee a little while ere thou proceede Doe not go hurrying on thine headlong course With bitter Satyres make mens hearts to bleede Least they by reading be made worse and worse So reade and so conceâ—ue amidst thy reading Thy stony heart for sinne may fall a bleeding Yet will I know thou canst not this performe â—n the first progresse of thine haplesse race Without Gods Spirit poore soule thou art forlorne Whereâ—ore with teares call vnto God for grace Grace will illuminate thy purblinde eies Before whose beames whole heaps of vapors lies Solace thy selfe in that which is diuine Doe not bestow thy time in wantonnesse Direct thy pathes vnto the equall line Of Gods directions where thine happinesse Onely consisteth and dependance hauing Is soone obtained by incessant crauing Is not this mercy and a kindnesse great To be delighted onely in bestowing For when for mercy we doe him entreate Mercy we haue as from a fountaine flowing And this same fountaine dried vp is neuer But floweth with continuall graces euer Then beate thine heart and be ashamde of sinne Put thee on sackcloth and in heart relent The goale is gotten and the triumph winne Heau'ns Paradise attainde if thou repent Pierce thine obdurate heart with moisturde teares And then soules comfort shall dispell all feares Tremble and be astonisht for thy life In that thou hast offended thy good God Put from thee all contention and all strife Lest thou be punisht by his fearefull rod. And that his rod shall be eternall fire Prepar'd for hardned sinners as their hire But if thou cease from sinning then receiue Veniâ—e blessed of my father come Like sheepe vpon my right hand you shall haue Rewards prouided for you by his sonne The other branded with â—bite goe Into the lake of brimstone full of woe Oh that we might attaine vnto that heauen Whose gates are purer then the finest Gold Admirde in vision by the Martyr Stephen Promisde to Dauids seede in time of old Grant gracious Lord that we may so endeuour That we with thee may raigne in ioyes for euer So let thy countenance shine vpon that mist Of ignorance which hath obscurde our minds That we may be by Chores of Angels blist As those to whom be seuerall ioyes assignde As those who haue obtainde the hauen of blisse Enthroned in the thrones of happinesse Oh let thy gracious fauour flourish still With a continuance of thine heauenly loue Directed by the leuell of thy will Without a blemish spotlesâ—e as the Doue So shall we laud and magnifie thy name That deigned hast to make vs free from blame Let vs with speede â—ake vp our bed and walke Let vs not wallow in lasciuious beds Let vs with speede heare what our Christ doth talke Sounding alarums in our dâ—afest earâ—s Come vnto me that labour and are distrest Retire to me for you shal be refresht Is not this solace to thy wearied spirit Is â—ot this comfort to thine heauie load Since Christ rewardeth thee who nought doth merit A greater kindnesse neuâ—r could be showd Lament thy sin with teares thy Christ doth craue He 'le in his mercy soule and bodie saue Now is the Golden Fleece attainde vnto Then which no gem more precious or more â—aire Since Christ 〈◊〉 of ouâ— worâ—hlâ—sse works allow And hath adopted vs to be his heire This Gâ—â—den Flâ—ece is got none can wâ—thstand The confiâ—â—ation of Gods sacred hand Cancâ—ll'd he hath the writinâ— which he had To shew agaâ—nst vs hâ—â— pâ—ecâ—ous bloud Whâ—ch he effusde foâ— vs that eâ—st were bad Hâ—â—h wash away ouâ— sinnes O blessed foode Moâ—e 〈◊〉 more sweâ—te then Heshâ—ons pooles Whole pâ—â—asant stâ—eames refreshed thirstie soules Flow thou for euer sweetest of all sweets Whose Nectar fountains relisheth our gall And with a kinde salute our anguish greets Protecting vs least our fraile steps should fall Defend vs Lord and as thou hether hast Protected vs continue thy repast For thy repast will nourish vs for aye And feed our hunger-bitten soules with cates And sundry dishes euen from day to day Hauing promoted vs to high estates VVhat cause haâ—st thou since we deserued least To fashion vs like man and not like beast It was thy mercy Lord not our deserts That thou shouldsâ— this impart vnto thy foes Blessings full manie flowing â—n our hearâ—s As in redemption from soule-bleeding woes Lord these thy blessings what tongue can vnfolde This which our Fathers haue declarde of old Thou mightst haue made me like a worme or beast â—r sencelesse creature like to plants or stones But with thine owne forme thou didst me inuest Like to thy selfe and thy elected ones Fâ—r which I cannot giue thee worthy praise Yet I will praise thee and thy name alwaies O that the nature of our stony hearts Would be dissolude to teares whil'st they receiue Those inward passions suffred for our parts For whose extreamest sorrowes we do craue That God would pittie take and vs redresse Which destitute of helpe are comfortlessâ— Thou art our comfort and our solacer That solacest our miserie and woe Thou art our piller and our nourisher VVho doest sustaine vs wheresoere we goe Then happie wee since happinesse consists To be by thee in heau'n for euer blist Blest be he euer that resides in Christ And doth repose hâ—s comfort in his loue For in his loue all happinesse comprisde He le fixe the Anchor which will nere remoue Let vs exceede if so we can exceede In louing him who for our loue did bleede Neuer did man sustaine that he sustained To expiate that sinne we hâ—d committed For by his death eternall life we gained And we vnto his fauour were admitted Pittie vs Lord as we haue heere transgressed Endew vs with that grace we haue professed If I could merit then there were no neede Of any merits Christ hath wrought for me But Christs deere heart did for my â—ollies bleede And he was wounded for my misery Then for thy wounds and for thy passion sake Saue me O Lord whom thou didst re-create I haue gone wandring in this surging sea Of many troubles shipt in waues of woe I was depriued of the puritie Of mine owne soule from whence these griefes did flow For mine owne soule defiled is with mudde Which erst was raised by thy precious bloud Weepe now hard heart and call to minde the death Of thy sweete Sauiour who appeasde theire Of Gods displeasure and whose heauenly breath Attempred that which burnd more hote then fire
Vpon the dedication of the last Epistle AFter this proeme proeme I may call it Came pensiue tidings to my Muses cell At which my Muse in boundlesse wars empalled Resolude to bid lasciuious rithms farewell Yet they in spite of me and my Muse Burst out against my will as others vse Then pardon me that could not vse mine owne In singing layes when odes should best befit This was my first birth which being riper growne Shall yeeld the blossomes of maturer wit Meane time receiue this poeme which I shew Portraid in sable colours vnto you The Authour to his disconsolate Brother Lâ—t not mishap depriue you of that hope Which yeelds some relâ—sh to your discontent Ayme your affâ—ctions at heauens glorious scope Whic showres downe comfort when all comfort 's spent Then rest secure that power which you adore Will make your ioyes more full then ere before Let not the Sunne now shadowed with a cloud Make you suspect the Sunne will neuer shine That ill which now seemes ill may once proue good Time betters that which was depraude by time Thus let my prayers your teares concord in one To reape heau'ns comforts when earths comfort 's gone THE FIRST SONET OR MADRIGALL NO sooner doe I gaze vpon that face But rauisht with the beautie of thy cheeke Would thinke it were a Paradise to place Those vernant comforts which each day i th weeke Are now renewd by singing Alâ—mons happe Vnder the Sunshine of thy vestall lappe Whole weeks seeme minutes when I am with thee And yeares as howers doe vanish from my sight There is no pleasant note no melodie That makes a lustre equall to that light Thy sparkling eies reflect more faire by farre Then radiant Phâ—bus in his Iuory carre Those burnisht lockes like Damons flocks appeare Before the temple of refined loue And as the heards which shepheards vse to sheare Or like the smoth plumes of the turtle Doue Neer'st to a Doue thou art and I will call Thine heart a Turtles heart that hath no gall That albone skinne more pure more polished Then the faire tombe wherein Prince Ninus lay Whose structure faire was neere demolished Deare thou my mansion art my life my stay Therefore like Ziscoes skinnne I will prepare To sound Alarum in Antenors chaire If those same nimble fingers which thou hast That tune the warbling Lute so pretily Be but engript about thy tender waste O what a beautie shewes there presently Wilt thou beleeue me there 's no creature borne Whose beauteous outâ—ide better gifts adorne I am no Merchant that will sell my breath Good wine needs not a bush to set it forth Yet I will praise thee euer till pale death Cut off the Poet of thy flowry youth I will enshrine thee in an hearse of time Which being made shall glad this heart of mine I cannot sing for I haue lost my voice With telling tales of loue and Venus groue But yet drone-like I le buzze and make a noise Of Cupids arrowes Hyppodamias loue For I can keepe a measure with my teares And sighing still make sad the grauest eares Atlas three daughters were beyond compare For Aegle was as faire as faire could be And Arethusa was for beautie rare Hesperitusa full as faire as she Yet these three daughters if mine eye be true Seeme but as shadowes in respect of you These three faire daughters kept a Garden sweete Wherâ—in a serpent slept continually Which with a trembling fell before their feete As rauisht with their beauties Maiesty Thou keptst a garden loue more faire then they Which for Alcydes were a worthy pray There be sweete fruits so mellow and so rare That dropping downe vpon their tender twigs Oft times amongst the vallies they repaire To decke witâ— spangled dew their budding sprigs Beleeue me deare that fruit which growes of thee Is interlaid with full varietie VVell were that Gardiner that enhedgde were VVithin the beds of that same rosarie No raggie bugbeares he should need to feare But were enthronde with pompe and maiestie And in a precious carknet of pure gold Like to a chaine might all his ioyes enfold Those pretie Daysies that spring on those bankes With little stalkes relisht with fragrant smels Giue to the Gods aboue continuall thanks That such a Gardnesse in their borders dwels For they are well assurde and oft haue said Whil'st thou lookst ore them they can neuer fade I could not talke of late when thou appearde Yet glad I would haue beene to speake my minde And standing still enclosde twixt hope and feare Within those lookes of thine I was confinde Yet willingly confinde I must confesse For all my throbbing senses shewd no lesse Well you may take it rudenesse in me then In that I could not couer as others did But you must make a difference twixt such meâ— As neuer were in loue but wholy rid Of all distempered passions and of such As cannot court by louing ouermuch Neere could I see a perfect loue endure To cogge to flatter in his masters sight Loue is refinde and is so passing pure That with a monster it will dare to fight It hates vaine complements nor can agree To glosing congies or a bended knee I would not be a Pandor to my loue Least I should leese the fruits I oft haue sought I will not praise too much lest I approue Mine owne vndoer and to ruine brought Lament too late that I should her commend Who by her praise brought me to timelesse end Therefore will I heere fixe my staffe and stay Least like Candaules while I praise my wife I shew a Gygas her and he betray My best lou'd loue depriuing me of life I cannot laine and yet I will not praise That sacred shrine which consecrates my daieâ— FINIS THE SECOND SONET PVh fie away I cannot brooke to kisse For modest lips detest such wantonnesse Hold off those impure hands whose onely blisse Is fraughted with the poize of wickednesse Shake off these caâ—kred thoughts these apparitions These shittring drâ—ames these lasciâ—â—oâ—â— visions Thou dreamde the other night thy masters maske Was hid vnder the pillow of thy bed And when thou wakt thou presently did aske Whose vnchast hands did take it from thine head Fond gull beware of these conceits of thine Like characters of louser acts doe shine Endimion like with groueling in thy caue Thou sleptst of Satyres Fauns mountaine gods Loue is the part thy slumbring eielids craue Thou dream'st thou kist Diana in the woods Of steepe cliffie Pindust out vpon the Asse Thou kist Diana where she neuer was Thou dream'd of bugbeares and opprest with feare Ranne to the pillow for to kill a fiend When in good sooth there nothing did appeare Yet from a shadow did thy soule defend Leaue off fond gull no spirit thou canst finde Worse then the spirit of thy iealous minde Acteon was a coward to suppose Each bush a Pandor to his beauteous wife And whilst vnto the shadie groues he goes He feares the ruine
of his worthlesse life No care to iealous 〈◊〉 there can be For iealous thoughts despaire of remedie Nature hath plagude some with a iealous spirit And yet no cause giuen by his honored wife For iealous thoughts proceede not still from merit Surmisde coniectures breede intestine strife Reaping such things as such minds do befit They lose the substance and the shadow get Whenas desire of vaine and wanton loue Shewes as a Tyger and triumphes in woe Her tyrant hands she in her course doth proue And draweth on despaire where ere she goe For desperate loue appeareth oft in such As are besotted with louing ouermuch But well I know the portraie of thy mind Thou lou'st and art bewitcht with iealousie And if a sillie Mouse thou chance to finde Within thy chamber thy impatiencie Sweares it hath â—uckold thee and in despaire Protests the child she hath is not thine heire Wherefore should bushes so affright braue men That are endewd with wit and dignitie How should a Momus portraie with his pen Their iealous thoughts and their impietie Beleeue me friend no viper worse I finde Then the ranke poyson of a iealous minde The Macedons were more discreete then they Who suffred all haue publike liberty And to repaire vnto their house each day For to supply their imbecility I cannot chuse but count that man a gull That thinks his Pasyphae neeâ—s euery Bâ—ll I cannot chuse but sore condemne that man That soothes his pleasure in a vaile of teares And blots the current of his glorious name By suppositions and pretended pheres Honour thy wife for she is chaste and pure Conceiue but chastly of her rest secure I am thy friend in counsell and must tell Thy follies erre and wander farre amisâ—e For iealous thoughts runne posting hast to hell Ne're are partakers of an heauenly blisse Remember well let iealous thoughts depart Least Queene of chast desires frame thee an hart And then still grazing in the shadie groue Repent thy foolish and mishapt suspicion Which did coniecture false of such a loue Grounding a truth out of an apparition Can tell this vaine forgde deed and then prepare More honourd thoughts t'extenuate thy care I le leaue thee thus and if thou doe remaine In thine ill formd suggestions then be sure There 's punishing Gods that will in lieu of gaine Enthrall thy soule in depâ—h ere to endure Emprisned fast with chaines of slauerie Condigne reward for vntunde iealousie Haplesse is he who so regards his name That he redoubles it with infamie Vnfortunate that doth impaire the same And shewes his thoughts by harsh tunde iealousie Iuno can looke vpon her husband loue To know why he faire Io so should loue I haue knowne many in regard of time Shew discontent to see their wiues partake Of popular aspect and to repine To loue a friend not for her husband sake But none I euer knew or ere shall know That for true loue will seeme besotted so When Collatine did giue his signet ring Vnto young Sextus void of any ill He safe content within his tent did sing Deuoted to his chast Lucretiaes will Worthie was he of such a beauteous mate That could so well discerne of his estate He had a pearle and he did esteeme it Not like vaine trash floting with euery winde For like a Phoenix vpon earth did deeme it Contented well with Iewell of his mind Thou hast as faire a gemme as ere had he VVhy should thou then affect such iealousie FINIS THE THIRD SONET PVh well I know thee thou loues publike gaine And therefore I desire thy wanâ—on face I will not reape an haruest of such paine Since thou descended art of Lais race I cannot loue thee for thy taste seemes sower VVho reapes vnhonest gaine approues an hower I will not talke of what thy life hath beene For well it may be thou was once conuerted But now it seemes thou art transformed cleane Thy thoughts and all thy purposes peruerted Thou lou'd the Church once and didst God adore But now forsakest him thou lou'd before Fie on the visard Lamia of sinne Thou horrid Ghost compast of wickednesse Faire though thou be without thou art foule within Concoct of nought but dregs of â—luttishnesse That ribband which thou wearst hung at thine eare Shew what confusion in thy thoughts appeare Hoy-day what may-game haue we heere in hand Women with men and men as wantonly Vnto their tackling constantly doe stand Rebounding vice with vice successiuely I will not say what here is to be done But maids seeme not praecise in being won I cannot chuse but blush at such vaine words As curious passions birle to their loues But knowing what discourse vaine loue affords Amongst the shades of Ericinas groues I doe not wonder eares attention len For maids must needs make strange in kissing men If forrest Oeta where Alcydes dide And all the trees within that forrest wilde And all the starres on Moone light nights descride And all the grasse piles within earth compilde Were metamorphosde to maidâ— beauteous shape I should suspect them minion for thy sake The Gods themselues haue had enough of beauty Venus is spotlesse yet she hath a mole In tendring not to Vulcan natiue dutie Breathing with Mars whilst Vulcan with his cole Fie on that face that hauing beauteous lookes Enchaines desires in two lasciuious hookes Runne to the Romane Brothell not to mee For I detest thy common infamy The Vestall Nunnes wil not to lust agree For they inuested are with puritie Couer that wanton face ore with a maske Since dregs for wine be mixed in that caske Thou art created to another end Then to make prostitute those parts of thine Those eaâ—es of thine which doe attention lend Vnto each gallant mate opprest with wine For wine makes men besoâ—ted so with thee Or without doubt bewitcht they could not bee When Nature gaue to thee two eyes two armes Two eares two legs two breathing nosethrils wide She did ordaine by two to cure all harmes VVhich might occurre vnto the rest beside Yet she did but create one heart one minde To which at first chaste thoughts she did assigne One soule is fit and that desires to dwell In heau'ns eternall rest whose purity Might best beâ—â—t it to denounce and tell The wondrous works of Gods diuinity Then fie for shame one gemme musâ— needs remaine VVhich is so precious without mole or staine This gemme though darkned by a wilfull Eue Yet it s renewed by Christs gracious loue By her originall our Lord we grieue By him we seeme vnspotted as a Doue For by his wounds are we to safegard brought And much esteemd that erst appeared nought Rest thee vpon this Anchor suredly And here repose thee on thy Sauiours crosse Flie lustfull thoughts which lackie miserie Thy pleasure cannot counteruaile thy losse God hath ordaind thou shouldst suruiue with him Not to defile thy precious soule with sinne That soule composde of sacred harmony Rarer then that Actâ—on first