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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08427	Rich: Nugents Cynthia Containing direfull sonnets, madrigalls, and passionate intercourses, describing his repudiate affections expressed in loues owne language.; Cynthia	Nugent, Richard, fl. 1604.	1604 (1604)	STC 18745; ESTC S110185	12,392	32

afflicted spright whose griefe may not be told in length of times Times are to so short to shew my wofull plight No rymes can sound the sorrowes of my spright His leane taking of Cynthia r. herein his owne death is presaged COmming to take my last leaue of my Loue Oh that I then leaue of my life had taken I told her how I now my chance would proue Abrode since home-borne hopes had me forsaken She then in whom my piercing griefe did waken Some sparke of ruth too late alas assayes To crosse this course which I had vndertaken Now she perswades now weepes now sweetly prayes But neither reasons teares nor prayers could raise The siege that honour to my heart had layd When with a deep-fetcht sigh the louely Maid The horror of her breast thus out bewrayes Wo worth quoth she must that deare head and hand Lie lowly earthed in an vncouth land FINIS The third Part. To his Cosin Masster Richard Nugen● of Donower Sonet I. MIne owne Dicke Nugent if thou list to know The cause that makes me shun my westerne home And how my tedious time I here bestow Where angry Thetis gainst her boūds doth fome Weet that to ease that neuer-healing wound Which now foure sommers heate hath made to fester By time by absence or by counsell sound I flee the soile where my sweete foe doth rest her I soiourne here where I remaine so easde By this my flight of the tormenting blow As doth the deare on whom the shaft hath seazde By late vnbending of the deadly bow And since I haue this cursle eu'n fatall proued That I am borne to loue and not be loued The answer of M. Richard Nugent of Donower Sonet II. MIne owne deare Dicke whom I loue as my life And euer shall whiles I in life remaine I thee aduise to leaue this lingring strife Betweene thy loue and thy loues hope so vaine And for those yeares wasted so long in vaine To shed some teares with full remorse of minde And to be rid of thy tormenting paine To shun the path misguided by the blind As for to flee the place of thy decay I n● mislike if that may worke thine case Yet better were this weed to roote away Which so infects and fils thee with disease For lust it is not loue that doth torment Where loue i● iust there still is found content A Reply to the former Answere Sonet III. DEare is my Loue to me as is my life And euer whiles I liue shall so remaine Ne can preuaile a whit thy friendly strife Seeking to staunch my hearts loue-bleeding vaine Leaue then deare Friend thy words to waste in vaine Which so renew the affections of the minde My minde that proudly glories in my paine Because it tels the world I am not blinde Ne can my Loue to those faire eyes decay Though their cleare beames did first my soule disease And rather will I still thus pine away Then ransome with my loue my loues hearts ease Pure is the loue which doth my life torment My life so well bestow'd I die content Blaspheme no more against my Loue so iust Hearts truely louing cannot thinke on lust To his trustie Friend Maister William Talbet Sonet IIII. NOwe will I write to satisfie thy will Yet what thou least would read that must I write For Cynthia breathes the Theame into my quill And what my hand layth downe shee doth endite My will saith shee O Wretch is that thou liue And euer liue in neuer-dying griefe Hard dome which so denyeth that Tyrants giue To haplesse wretches for their last reliefe This Theame I must delate and amplifie With tragicke Stories wrought by Fortunes spight How with one fatall blade both Louers dye And of Leander drown'd in Heroes sight Thus of the dead I sad examples borowe To furnish out a Scene of liuing sorrowe Faile not my vowed seruice to commend To that sweete Lady in whom vertue shines Whom least I should her iudgement graue offend I leaue t' importune with myne idle Lines Fare-well to thy trust●e selfe retaine These scencelesse rauings of a Loue-sicke brayne 〈…〉 of Master William Talbet Sonet IIII. I Will giue thanks for this thy great good will That bind'st thy selfe at my request to write And well I like the subiect of thy quill Which in thy name my passions doth endite Well thou describ'st the state wherein I liue Nay how I the in euer-liuing griefe And though thy woes to mine no helpe can giue Yet fellowship to misers is reliefe Ioine then with me thou need'st not amplifie With aged tales thy wrong and Fortunes spite Since of like wounds we both at once must die And both our harmes procured by our sight Thou write we still and though thy lines I borrow Yet be affir'd I need not learne thy sorrow I neede not to that Ladie thee commend With praise who can 〈◊〉 where vertue shines Yet did thine errand hast I should offend Shee s●●il'd perusing of our carelesse lines And sayd write on for if you should retaine These idle humours they would breake your brain Maister Thomas Shol●●●● answer to the 4. Madrig all of the first part which beginneth Sweet are my Cynthiaes c. WHat wight saw captiue stile so comfortable As that which thou didst send to me this morne Stile that t' enchant the gods them selues were able O that such rare conceipt should maske in sable which ought with glorie crownd to be vpborne Vnto the heauens and plac'd at Ioues high table Fortune which euermore hath beene vnstable Enui'd thy vertues and thy great perfection when she inchain'd thy heart in such subiection Of one that is to pay thy loue vnable with other thing then dumbe shewes of affection A Sonet preferring the quiet life of the meane estate to wealth and honors which procure enuie and for the more part accompanied with danger SVVeete is the life that clad in base estate Farre from the reach of enuies hatefull sting Deuoid of malice rancour and debate The chiefe attendants on the court and King Doth yet enioy a quiet calme content Estraunged from the pompe of Princes traine Vnto whose bow there may be found no bent Ne bounds their high aspiring to containe Such was the blisfull life those sheepheards led Those harmlesse sheepheards that for loue so mourned Piping vnto their flocke while that they fed On the greene banks by Flora Queene adorned So happie liue they though they liue obscurely who liue contented quiet and securely A Sonet in Italian made in commendation of the Authour and Perswading Cynthia to leaue her sorrow CYnthia quel ●igne che dite canoro Fe ris●onar al mondo'l chiaro nome Lasciando in terra le terrene some Salit ' al ciel cant a nel ' alto ch●r● Ilor choronate di celest ' all●r● L'amato viso e quell aurate chiome Che le sue fiere voglie haueangia dome Inuita al premie del mortal la●…re Il or sente tuoi sospir ' e'l piant'e dice Non ti lagnar non ti guastar il vise Che tosto finir ann ' it noi lamenti Sarai tu come noi anchor felice Alma gentil tra le beate menti Ebella piuche mai in Paradis● FINIS

Could vnto that supreame reward aspire an infant late hath got start vp but newly Whose birth or owne desert was nothing hier Ne could his age yet learne to loue so truly Yet though I see my selfe thus made a scoffe I can not stoppe the course of my zeales flood My loue and truth when hopes are all cut off Shall grow like impes which from hew'n stumps do bud the world shall see when nought my hope doth nourish My faith once vow'd amidst despaire can flourish Sonet IX OH whither runst thou thus mine angry pen Whither my bitter and respectlesse times Gainst her who makes you loue in after times and summons you from out dumbe silence den O how I shame the world abroad should ken Your railing Satires hates harsh sounding chimes So falsly charging with iniurious crimes the worlds chiefe wonder glorie vnto men My soule the pray to tyrannizing loue found the retreat to mine inuectiue Muse Who though my ruthlesse faire thou canst not moue Must yet obey thy fate which sends the newes that when my bones in earth are cold and rotten thy flame shall not be quencht nor loue forgotten Sonet X. CEase mournfull Muse thine vnregarded mones ●hat with my griefe encrease my loues disdaigne Disdaigne more hard to breake then marble stones For those are pierc'd with drops of softest raine But I that from mine eyes such showres do raigne to mollifie a heart more hard then stones Find for my last reliefe but sterne disdaigne Which sutes my new-born griefs with new found mones Since then such griefe clad in such artlesse truth In my remorselesse faire no pittie sturres Since my complaints which must procure some ruth In strangers eares do sound so harsh in hurs I le silent die and leaue to deathes recitall The storie of my loue and loues requitall Canzone THe ruler of this mightie Monarchie That in his thought this triple frame sustaines Ruling it after his diuine election Commaunded once the heau'ns and starres on hie And Elements to ioyne their pow're and paines To build a worke of exquisite perfection They straight their Lords direction Obey with care and dutious diligence In such obedient strife they all contended That soone the worke was ended So stately faire and of such excellence As earst was neuer seene of mortall sense The walles were built of spotlesse Alabaster The roofe where● the owner seemed lauish Was all thicke couer'd with the purest gold Saue onely that the front white snow did plaister The loftie windowes that my soule did rauish With deare delight as I did them behold Ay me that was so bold Were two blacke orbes encloz'd in circlesblew Of let and Saphire quaintly interlaced Which Hebene Arkes imbraced Whence forth in troupes Loues winged souldiers flew And tooke me ere I could their waites eschew The gate was built of snow-white Iuorie All drawne in compasse curiously about And eu'nly set within pure Corall bounds the leaues were brazill of Vermilion die Within a Porter sate who still sent out A heau'nly consort of melodious sounds Which gaue me many wounds And cured them eft with Bal●●us of ioyes Not Orphens song ne Mermaids musicke rare Could euer yet compare With this delightfull strange melodious noyse Which ends and breeds a new mine oldaunoyes Amid the hall there was a stately seate With curious skill and skilfull care yearued A squared stone of orient Diamond Here reason sate and great affaires did treat And with his lore this peerelesse worke preserued Prescribing lawes vnto that happie land Loue walked on the strand For this faire pile is walled with fairest riuers And when he had espied the pleasing marke He straight did bend his Arke And at the precious Chaire he shot whole quiuers But ay the stone return'd his shafts in shiners When thus a while in vaine his force he tri'd Scorning the shamefull foile he wheeles about T'awreake his spite vpon some weaker pow'r And me vnarm'd alas he first espi'd As I stood warelesse gazing in the rout Which came to wonder at this goodly towre He star'd with visage sowre And from his quiuer tooke a golden flight That from the rest of purpose he selected And when I least suspected I felt the shaft full in my bosome light And yeeld I must that wanted force to fight Like one that hauing a repulse sustain'd assaulting of a fort doth turne his way and sacks some village weake and vnprepar'd Or like a Lion fierce with famine shaign'd who when he failes of his desired pray Deuoures the beasts which he before had spar'd So loue with me hath far'd 〈…〉 thy power which carst did vanquish 〈◊〉 Ph●bus thundring Ione and warlike Mars Be not decayd and scarce With those bright armes that cause me thus to languish Reuenge thine owne reproch and case mine anguish My song if any seeke By their prompt wits thy mysteries to measure Let them diuine but neuer know thy treasure Madrigall I. I Saw my faire abrode the fields once randoning That faire on whom the heau'ns their graces lauished Like louely Thetis her sea-bowres abandoning My sprights forthwith with deepe delight were rauished But then on me she cast her looke so scornfully That downe I sunke and she nought caring vanished And euer since I waile thus mournfully From my soules blisse by this dumbe sentence banished Then iudge the world how well my loue is guerdoned Where I for meed request but to be pardoned Madrigall II. THe burning lampe when once that oyle is spent Whose humour erst preseru'd it in his prime Leeseth his light and dieth incontinent So I whom falshood and vnkindnesse rife Haue left depri●'d of her who was sometime Oile of my flaming lampe lampe of my light Do bid my last adue to woddly ioyes Which I God wot haue not enioy'd but seldome For now mine end will end all mine annoyes And to a lothsome life faire death is welcome Sonet XI FAre-well sweete Isle within whose pleasant Bowres I first receiued life and huing ayre Fare-well the soile where grew those heau'nly flowres which brauely de●ke the face of my fierce faire Fare-well the place whence I beheld the towres with pale aspect where her I saw repaire Fare-well ye floods encreased by those showres wherewith mine eyes did entertaine despaire Fare-well cleare lake which of art made the glasse to rarest beautie of mine ill the roote when she vouchsafes vpon thy shores to passe Blessing thy happie sand with thy faire foote Fare-well faire Cynthia whose vnkind consent Hath caus'd mine euerlasting banishment Sonet XII YOu that peruse these sorrow charming rimes the dolefull ditties of a dying spright Vouchsafe to rue my ruth-deseruing plight and know the treasure of your happie times No glorie I affect of future times Such honours are too high for my poore plight Striue they for such whose vnaffected spright Forge them a subiect to set forth their rimes If any chaunce to find in these my times the liuely patterne of his deadly plight Let him condole with mine