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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11612	Daiphantus, or the passions of loue Comicall to reade, but tragicall to act: as full of wit, as experience. By An. Sc. gentleman. Wherevnto is added, The passionate mans pilgrimage.	Scoloker, Anthony, fl. 1604.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. Passionate mans pilgrimage. aut	1604 (1604)	STC 21853; ESTC S102605	19,845	52

himself hath tane the fall ' Beautie and Vertue who did praise the fashion ' VVho Loue and Fancie thought a Comodie ' Now is turn'd Poet and writes Loue in Passion ' His Verses fits the bleeding Tragedie In Willow weeds right wel he acts his part His Sceanes are teares whose Embryon was his hart He loues where loue to all doth proue disaster ' His eyes no sooner see but hee 's straight blind His kindred friends or foes he followes faster Then his owne good he 's now but too too kind He that spent all would faine find out loues treasure Extremities are for extreams the measure Thus thinkes he of the words he spent in vaine And wishes now his tongue had Eloquence Hee 's dumbe all motion that a world could gaine A Centre now without circumference Cupid with words who fought would teach him Art Hath lost his tongue and with it left his hart ' He sweares he loues the heat doth proue the fire ' He weepes his Loue his teares shew his affection ' He writes his Loue his Lynes plead his desire ' He sings his Loue the Dittie mournes the action He sings writs weeps sweares that he 's in sadnes It is beleeu'd not cur'd Loue turnes to madnes ' Loue once dissembled Oaths are a grace most slender ' Teares oft are heard Embassadors for beauty ' Words writ in gold an yron heart may render 'A passion song shewes much more hope thē duty Oaths spoke in teares words song proue no true Ditty A fained Loue must find a fained pitty Thus is the good Daiphantus like the Flie Who playing with the candle feeles the flame The smiles of scorne are Louers miserie That soule 's most vext is grieued with his name Though kind Daiphantus do most loue protest ' Yet is his crosse still to be thought in iest Poore torturde Louer like a periurde soule Sweares till hee 's hoarse yet neuer is beleeu'd Whose once a Villaine still is counted foule Oh wofull pittie when with winde releeu'de ' Learns this by rote Though Loue vnconstant be ' They must proue constant wil her comforts see Now to the humble heart of his dread Saint Eurialae he kneels but 's not regarded Then to Vrania sighes till he growes faint Such is her wit In silence hee 's rewarded ' His humble voyce Eurialae accuseth ' His sighing Passion Vrania refuseth ' Then lifts he vp his eyes but Heauen frowneth ' Bowes downe his head Earth is a Masse of sorrow ' Runnes to the seas the sea it stormes and howleth ' Hies to the woods the Birds sad tunes do borrow Heauē Earth sea Woods al things do cōspire ' He burne in Loue yet friese in his desire The Ladyes Iest command him to seigne still Tell him how one day he may be in loue That Louers reason hath not Loues free will Smile in disdaine to thinke of that he proues ' Oh me Daiphantus howart thou aduis'd ' When hee 's lesse pittied then he is despis'd They hold this but his humour seeme so wise And many Louers stories forth do bring Court him with Shaddowes whilest hee catcheth Flies Byting his fingers till the blood forth spring Then do they much cōmend his careles passion ' Call him a Louer of our Courtiers Fashion All this doe they in modestie yet free From thinking him so honest as in truth Much lesse so kinde as to loue two or three Him neere allied and he himselfe a Youth 'Till with the sweat which from his suffrings life ' His face is pearled like the lights his eyes Then with his looke-down-cast trembling hand A high Dutch colour and a Tongue like yee Apart with this Eurialae to stand Endeuours He This was his last diuice ' Yet in so humble straines this Gallant courts her ' The wind being hiē his breath it neuer hurts her Speechles thus standes he till she fear'd him dead And rubbes his temples calls and cryes for ayde Water is fetcht and spung'd into his head Who then startes vp from dreaming as he sayd And crauing absence of all but this Saint He gan to court her but with a heart right faint Bright starre of Phoebus Goddesse of my thought Behold thy Vassall humbled on his knee Behold for thee what Gods and Art hath wrought A man adoring of Loue the lowest degree I loue I honor thee no more There stayde As if forsworne Euen so was he affrayde Eurialae now spake yet seem'd in wonder Her lips when parting heauen did ope his treasure Oh do not do not loue I will not sunder A heart in two Loue hath nor height nor measure Liue still a Virgin Then I le be thy louer Heauē here did close no toong could after moue her As if in heauen he was rauish'd so Oh Loue oh Voice oh Face which is the glorie Oh Day oh Night oh Age oh worlds of Ioy Of euery part true loue might write a storie Conuert my sighes oh to some angells tongue To die for Loue is life death is best young She gone Vrania came he on the flower But sight of her reuiu'd this noble syre And as if Mars did thunder words did shower Loue speakes in heate when t is in most desire She made him mad whose sight had him reuiu'de Now speaks he plainly stormes past y e aire is glide Why was I made to beare such woe and griefe Why was I borne But in Loue to be norisht Why then for Loue Loue of all vertues chiefe And I not pittied though I be not cherisht What did my eyes offend in vertue seeing Oh no true vertue is the Louers being Beautie and vertue are the twins of life Loue is the mother which them forth doth bring Wit with discretion ends the Louers strife Patience with silence is a glorious thing Loue crownes a man loue giues to al due merit Men without loue are bodies without spirit Loue to a mortall is both life and treasure Loue changd to wedlocke doubleth in her glory Loue is the Iem whose worth is without measure Fame dies if not in tombe within Loues storie Man that liues liues not if he wants content Man that dies dies not if with Loues consent Thus spake Daiphantus and thus spake he well Which wise Vrania well did vnderstand So well she like it As it did excell Now grac'd she him with her white slender hand With words most sweet A colour fresh and faire In heauenly speech she gan his woes declare My good Daiphantus Loue it is no toy Cupid though blind yet strikes the heart at last His force you feele whose power must breed your ioy This is the meede for scoffs you on him cast You loue who scorn'd your loue with scorne is quite You loue yet want your loue with want is spight Loue playes the Wanton where she meanes to kill Loue rides the Foole and spurs without direction Loue weepes like you yet laughs at your good wil Loue is of all things but the true confection Loue

to the 3 4 last most louingly 4 His tongue kind thankes first to the last did render The while his lookes were bent indifferently Thus he salutes all to increase his Blisses From lip to lip each Ladie now he kisses Ismenio in humble wise salutes he With gracious language he returnes his heart His words so sweetly to his tongue now sutes he As what he spake shew'd learning with good Art Ismenio pleasde Daiphantus Daiphantus all When loue gaines loue for loue this loue we cal Vrania now bethought what was protested By yong Ismenio at Dianas shrine Coniur'd Daiphantus That no more he Iested With Loue or Fancie for they were Diuine And if he did that there they all would pray He still might liue in loue both night and day This greeu'd him much but follie t was to grieue His now obedience shew'd his owne freewill He swore he would not loue in shewe atchieue But liue a virgin chast and spotlesse still Which saide such Musicke suddenly delighted As all were rauisht and yet all affrighted Here parted all not without Ioy and sadnes Some wept some smilde a world it was to here them Both springs heere met woe heere was cloath'd with gladnes Heauen was their comfort it alone did cheere them Daiphantus from these springs some fruit did gather Experience is an Infant though an ancient father Sweet Lady know the soule lookes through our eye-sights Content liues not in shewes or beauty seeing Peace not from nomber nor strength in high spirits Ioy dies with vertue yet liues in vertues being Beautie is maskt where vertue is not hidden Man still desires that fruite he 's most forbidden Iewels for Vertue not for beautie prizde What 's sildome seen breeds wonder we admir'de it Kings Lines are rare and therefore well aduiz'de Wise-men not often talke Fooles still desire it Womē are books kept close they hold much treasure Vnclaspt sweet ills most woe lies hid in pleasure Who studies Arts alike can he proue Doctor Who surfets hardly liues Drunkards recouer Whose wils his law that cōscience needs no Proctor Whē men turn beasts looke there for briutish Louers Those eies are pore-blind looke equally on any Thought be a vertue to hinder one by many Who gains by trauel leese lordships for their Manors Must Tarquin-rauish some Hell on that glory Whose life 's in Healths death soonest gains those Banors Lust still is punisht though treason write the storie A rowling eye A Globe new worlds discouer Who still wheels round is But a damned Louer Doth Faith and Troth lye Bathing Is Lust pleasure Can Commons be as sweete as Land inclos'd Then virgin sinne may well be counted pleasure Where such Lords rule who liues not ill dispos'd True Loue 's a Phoenix but One vntill it dyes Lust is a Cockatrice in all but in her eyes Here did he end more blessed than his wishes Fame's at the high when Loue indights the Story The priuate life brings with it heauenly blisses Sweete Contemplation much increaseth glorie I le leaue him to the learning of Loues Spell Better part friends than follow Feends to hell Ismenio with Vitullia went together Perhaps both wounded with blinde Cupids Dart Yet dust they not relate their Loue to either Loue if once pittied pearceth to the Hart But sure Vitullia is so faire a Marke Cupid would court her though but by the darke Artesia she must goe the more she 's grieu'd To churlish Strymon her adopted Mate Cupid though blind yet pittied and relieu'd This modest Lady with some happie Fate For what but Vertue which doth all good nourish Could brook her fortunes much lesse loue cherish Eurialae with good Vrania stayd ' VVhere Vertue dwels they onely had their being Beauty and wit still feare are not dismayd For where they dwell Loue euer will be prying These two were one All good each could impart One was their Fortune and one was their heart Beautie and Vertue was true Friend to either Heauen is the spheare where all men seeke for glorie Earth is the Graue where sinners ioyne together Hell keepes the booke inrowles each lustfull storie Liue as we will death makes of all conclusion Die then to liue or life is thy confusion ' Beautie and wit in these fed on affection ' Labour and industry were their Twins of life ' Loue and true Bounty were in their subiction ' Their Bodies with their spirits had no strife Such were these two As grace did them defend Such are these two As with these two I end FINIS Non Amori sed Virtuti The Passionate mans Pilgrimage supposed to be written by one at the point of death GIue me my Scallop shell of quiet My staffe of Faith to walke vpon My Scrip of Ioy Immortall diet My bottle of saluation My Gowne of Glory hopes true gage And thus I le take my pilgrimage Blood must be my bodies balmer No other balme will there be giuen Whilst my soule like a white Palmer Trauels to the land of heauen Ouer the siluer mountaines Where spring the Nectar fountaines And there I le kisse The Bowle of blisse And drinke my eternall fill On euery milken hill My soule will be a drie before But after it will nere thirst more And by the happie blisfull way More peacefull Pilgrims I shall see That haue shooke off their gownes of clay And goe appareld fresh like mee I le bring them first To slake their thirst And then to tast those Nectar suckets At the cleare wells Where sweetnes dwells Drawne vp by Saints in Christall buckets And when our bottles and all we Are fild with immortalitie Then the holy paths wee le trauell Strewde with Rubies thicke as grauell Seelings of Diamonds Saphire floores High walles of Corall and Pearle Bowres From thence to heauens Bribeles hall Where no corrupted voyces brall No Conscience molten into gold Nor forg'd accusers bought and sold No cause deferd nor vaine spent Iorney For there Christ is the Kings Atturney VVho pleades for all without degrees And he hath Angells but no fees VVhen the grand twelue million Iury Of our sinnes and sinfull fury Gainst our soules blacke verdicts giue Christ pleades his death and then we liue Be thou my speaker taintles pleader Vnblotted Lawyer true proceeder Thou mouest saluation euen for almes Not with a bribed Lawyers palmes And this is my eternall plea To him that made Heauen Earth and Sea Seeing my flesh must die so soone And want a head to dine next noone Iust at the stroke when my vaines start and spred Set on my soule an euerlasting head Then am I readie like a palmer fit To tread those blest paths which before I writ FINIS