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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13797	Alba The months minde of a melancholy louer, diuided into three parts: by R.T. Gentleman. Hereunto is added a most excellent pathetical and passionate letter, sent by Duke D'Epernoun, vnto the late French King, Henry the 3. of that name, when he was commanded from the court, and from his royall companie. Translated into English by the foresaid author.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.; Epernon, Jean-Louis de Nogaret de La Valette, duc d', 1554-1642.	1598 (1598)	STC 24096; ESTC S111433	52,678	150

a double Beautie fo●●d One from the Sunne the other here on g●ound This made the haughtie proud Oceanus To open all his wealth in outward show And finding my faire Mistresse honored thus He made his swelling waues in richnes flow Whilst that a MARGARITE brought forth a Perle A precious stone a daintie louely Gerle As I haue liu'd I liue and liue so will With selfe same baite that LOVE for me did lay When he his net to traine me in by skill Did open set to bring me to his bay Only that I might sigh for thee alone And sue for Grace although Grace found I none Then ALBA let it not displeasen thee Nor make thou shew of anger for the same Though my sweete Bonds so strait and inward bee Since I not thou doe beare thereof the paine And that my loue to thee is growne so neere As then my life I value it more deere Thine was I first and thine at last I am And thine I will be to the world his end For thee into this world I willing came And leaue this world I will fore thee offend Mea●● time thy matchles vertues I will blase And ●pend my life sighing for thee alwaies Ah LOVE t was thou that tookst my libertie And of Freeman inforst me be a slaue Whilst Hers to be and thine most willinglie I am content this seruile yoke to haue LOVES prisoner then begging at Beauties gate Some Almes bestow sweete Ladie for Gods sake My mounting Minde my neuer staide Conceit Hath buil● a stately Castle in the Aire Which Ioue his lightning Fire nor his fierce thret Nor Fate nor Fortune nor ought els doth feare Founded it is vpon two running Wheeles The Gates of dust and winde still turning reeles Thousands of Motes are digd about the same Which are capritious Humors fond and Toyes The Skouts and Guards therof Hopes dead and vaine The Food therein preparde false fleeting Ioyes The fencing Walles are framde of fi●rce Desire Which dreads nor Sea nor earth nor force nor fire The Armours framed are in running Head Of foolish Boldnes and of pensiue Feare Which None knowes how they should be managed Nor how the same gainst others right to beare The Shot Munition and Artillerie Are diuers Thoughts which in the Fancie lie The Castellane doth fight against himselfe Hauing nought els his souldiers for to pay But with Ambition which is all his wealth Iudge then my state and marke my firmest stay O LOVE how long learne shall I in thy Schoole The more I learne I still doe proue more Foole. Swift roling Spheares cleere burning Lamps diuine That with your beames disgrace the glorious Sunne Faire Ladders by which I to Heauen clime And by your Influence this rare course doe runne Ah if not quickly hither you returne Too late in vaine my losse you then shall mourne My Spirits for you did seeke to ope each way That you might passage make into my Hart And ioyfull were they when you there did stay But sorrowfull when you from thence did part And now my Soule is summond by Despaire For want of you his only Hope and Care All comfortles I liue here all alone Banisht from Mirth and Bondslaue vnto Noy Feeding my selfe now you from hence are gone With sweete Remembrance of forepassed Ioy And ●●th kinde Hope these twaine together striue To keepe me gainst despairing Thoughts aliue The first doth ALBAS selfe for my reliefe Present of which I am now dispossest The other doth abate each swelling griefe Which els my Hart would ouermuch molest Ah pleasing Hope ah gratious Memorie You make me liue which els of force should die Without my Sunne I liue in darksome shade Whil●t I with sighing spend my hatefull daies And in LOVES Sea without my Pilot wade Whilst storme my leaking Barke to sinke assaies I languish malcontent deepe drownde in Care Witnes mine Eyes that running fountaines are Thou Northwest Village farre from mine abode Which dost enioy my Mistris presence faire Ah h●ppie art thou where she makes her rode And where she bides whose selfe hath no compare Happie art thou but most vnhappie I Thou dost possesse I want her companie Faine would I for long since I vow did take As painfull Pilgrim in deuoutfull wise A voyage in that Holy land to make At my sweete Saint her Shrine to sacrifise Where for Oblation I my Hart would o●fer Not doubting but she would accept the proffer But to no end I wish it is in vaine A lesser Fauour should contenten mee It should suff●ise me if I might but gaine A sight of her Her once more for to see Alack this is not ouermuch I craue Only her sight not her t is I would haue Sad Teares that from my mestfull Hart doe runne Thrust forth through watrie Eyes by Sorrow kinde If you into LOVES paths by chance shall come Where he doth walke and pitie thinke to finde In vaine then doe you stirre abrode in vaine You lose your trauaile labour and your paine For whilst the way vnto an Humour new You open wide fierce ALBA shutteth close Her breast from mercie making me to rew And for your Friendship counts you as her foes Wherein she doth a damd Example show Forcing her Hart gainst Conscience hers to goe Then wofull teares what will you doe as now LOVE's dead and gone all pitie is exilde Skornd is my Constancie and loyall Vow And through Disdaine I daily am reuilde My Hop●s are blasted and as withered seeme Whilst still Disgraces shew before me greene Come then turne backe and with me secretlie Bewaile my torment least my Hart appeere A senseles stone through p●oud Impietie And my blinde eyes a fountaine ●unning cleere And since not any will our Griefes bemone Le ts swallow downe our Sorrowes all alone LOVE hath me bound once more to make the way From whence my Hart hath neuer yet declinde And doubts least He from rightest paths should stray Because so weake and crased I him finde And marueile none he wants his wonted sight How can he iournie then but Sauns delight The sillie Wretch lookes vp yet nought can see As who should say my Helpe comes from Aboue Yet grieues his seruice is not tooke boun gree Since t is refinde from Thought of purest Loue. My Minde doth burne in frost but not in fire Through vncouth passion barde from his Desire My Hart is like a Widower that 's disdainde My soule a Figure of a MALCONTENT To see that LOVE thus vildly should be stainde Not to requite where nought but Loue is ment But I doe see no pitie is in spite Where Malice raignes Desert is banisht quite My Soule vpon my Hart for this doth plaine My Hart againe my Fancie doth accuse My Fancie saith mine Eyes were too too blame Their ouer-boldnes wrought this great Abuse Alas poore Eyes too dearly doe you pay When for one Fault your Light is tooke away Thy whitenes ALBA I may well compare To Delia when no clowde

ride Creator of all Creatures that do liue Whose Loue was such as thou for Man hast dide Though he thee hated skorned and did grieue Vouchsafe to view and rue my desprate state And me once more from sinne regenerate Ah looke vpon me with milde Mercies eye Clense me with purest Water of thy Grace Remember not how I haue gone awry Since I renounce to runne more such a Race Ah glorious Spouse thy Beautie I desire For now to He●uen not Earth my Thoughts aspire Griefe that was once farre off remou'd from me Begins as now for to approach me nere Clad in his Weedes which Black and fearf●ll be And crownde with fatall Cypresse doth appeare With wringing Hands he doth bewaile my ruth And mournes that I haue straide so wide frō Truth Reason the Cochman to my wandring Thought As in a Christall glasse doth shew most plaine My gazing eyes how I haue fondly wrought Spending my Time in Toyes and Fancies vaine He shew'th me now another Nouell LOVE Another path wherein my feete to moue As One who in his Trauaile doth espie By chance a hideous Serpent or foule Snake That long before vnseene did closely lie Behinde some stub where he his Nest did make Shaking his three-forkt hissing tongue apace Quickly himselfe retireth from that place So I by louing wrong vnhappie Wight Hauing amisse straide long time and awrie When I at last of Death had but a sight Although farre off yet backward gan I hie Backward I came with hastie speedie foote Leauing that Course which I at first had tooke Thou w●ndring Spirit to whom Ioue doth commit Of this my Body fraile the gouernment Why gadding thus from Truth so farre dost flit Why are thine eyes with wilfull blindnes pent Why dost not marke what Danger is at hand What damned Death doth at thine elbow stand Ah be not flattred with this poysenous LOVE But call thy former Wits to thee againe Those wicked Thoughts roote out and hence remoue Whilst Life in thee to do it doth remaine What Mortall is by mortall Death suppresse Thy Gaine shall be the more thy Losse the lesse Heauen once thy Mansion was and dwelling place Now Hell thou seekst by running thus astray Vnhappie Soule to be in such a case So wilfully to seeke thine owne Decay Thou woundst thy selfe to God a Rebbell th' art And only striu'st to please the World in Hart. Alas in whom now dost thou put thy trust On whom dost thou relie or hope on now Ah turne and still liue shalt thou with the Iust Ah turne againe and trebble blessed thou Thou then shalt be whereas the Blessed are Pure Soule mongst Soules mongst Stars a brightsome Starre What 's God The Sourse of Goodnes and the Sprin● What is that Goodnes Such a Goodnes sound As aye increaseth without perishing How is it made In frame and fashion Round Like to a Forme that in it doth containe His End and his Beginning in the same This Goodnes first from whence did it proceede Three proper Veines there be that forth do runne Out of one sacred Sea from Heauen decreede Which co●passe doth All what so ere sees Sunne Cannot we see it This ESSENCE most Diuine No Mortall Man hath seene at any time How can it then be if it neere be seene That i● our mindes oft lifteth vp on High As if in Vision we in Heauen had beene It makes vs view such Wonders with Faiths eye With Faith● cleere eye which shines to vs so bright As vnto Heauen it is our Guide and Light What is that Faith A Gift which if Defect In him that firme beleeueth be not found It blindfold leades him yet with steps direct Vnto that place where perfect Ioyes abound Where God the Father Sonne and Holy Ghost Doe raigne in Glorie great of Mightiest most Thou LIFE which Life art calde and yet art Death Thou DEATH which Death art termde and yet art Life Say which of you maintaine my v●tall breath Within thi● wretched Vale of Worldly strife Say which prolongs my Life most of you Twaine Or thou LIFE or thou DEATH say both the same I more then LIFE straight DEATH doth answer make Nay I quoth LIFE farre more then DEATH to me And for this Cause this only Name I take Of LIFE which by my meanes alone can be Because whilst I within thy Body liue Death no way can thee hinder hurt or grieue But I by cutting off DEATH straight replies This slender Thred whereby Men runne their race Bring euery Faithfull soule in friendly wise Where he a better path for aye may trace Making him leade a Life eternallie A LIFE that still doth liue and neuer die Wherefore what ere he be that meanes to ioy This other LIFE that is Celestiall He mu●● not scorne to scape from worlds annoy Nor thinke it much to come when DEATH shall call For DEATH no● LIFE doth help vs at the end LIFE is our Foe but DEATH our dearest Friend All fraile most happie Day in blessed wise A Day of Griefe yet Honorable Day In which the Father did for Sacrifise Offer his Sonne to saue Man from decay Clensing our Soules defilde with sinfull mind With Innocent with pure and pretious Blood Vpon that Crosse now sacred then Prophane He ●ide for vs who could not dye indeede Whilst closing his fayre eyes for Mortals gaine He opened all the Gates of Heauen with speede Restoring them that Kingdome we had lost VVhich nothing Vs but Him too dearly cost Not his but our Due was it for to Die Those Torments which he meekly did endure His Crowne of Thornes his Wounds done spitefully That Cursed Scourge that spilt his Blood so pure All these to Vs and not to him did long Yet for our sakes our Christ himselfe did wrong Then if for pitie Graues do open wide Hils cleaue and Marble pillars rent in twaine If Heauens themselues their Lights for griefe do hide And if the Sunne for sorow clipst remaine VVhat Mortall hart is there that doth not breake VVhen he but thinks or of this Day doth speake That Vertue through whose power rulde is my soule Only through Vertuous Loue from Loue set free Takes force afresh as one that would controule And finding strong himselfe within to bee Vnbridled Will he seekes to bridle now And tries to breake what fore he scarce could bow New Lords new Lawes New Customes breake the Olde And where before a dark and mistie clowde My minde as in a prison did infolde Now is it loosde from out that gloomie shrowde My Hart doth iump euen iust with his desire And by their Eye know both what to require My watchfull Soule recouered hath well nie The former state in which he liued in And being free doth call to memorie VVhat bound he did forget through wretched sin VVhil●● for his life repentant he attends Immortally to liue for his amends Not any part there is of Bodie mine But filled is with true not false Delight Yet doth it grieue

still at her former Crime And with Remorse doth mortifie the Spright VVhilst wronged Soule on Others layes the blame Yet reprehends her selfe euen for the same This earthly Beautie doth the Sence delight But Heauenly Beautie doth ●he minde mo●e please The one the World hath as an Obiect right And seekes the World to pleasure with sweet ease But th' other hath ●ehouah for hir glasse Nor she for any but for him doth passe The Sence doth burne with ●oues vnperfect works Which like a blaz● in th' aire doth flit away The Soule thirsts after that which neuer hurts And hunts for that which neuer will decay That which not subiect is to any time But of it selfe most Perfect and Diuine Thou Lord the Mortall and Immortall both Created hast marke humbly I require How much within my bodie they be wroth Marke how within me gainst me they conspire VVithin themselues they vary so and grudge That which of both shall win us hard to iudge My bad Conceits from Adam sprung of yore Doo headlong runne to endles death with shame And lesse that Reason do th●m bridle sore Hardly my Soule can ●asse from whence it came Then pardon Lord the Course that I haue runne And I from Sinne a new Man will become A Tirant great faire Beautie is in Loue When it doth triumph in a louely face And who with cold Disdaine this doth not moue Is caught by subtill sweet alluring Grace Who stands at Beauties Gaze and doth not flie Is soone entrapt by wilfull glan●ing eye This which of true Loue is but Picture bare With shadowing Vale doth dimme our cleerest sight And if to follow it we do not spare It soone deceiues vs with a false delight And to perpetuall prison sends our soule Vnles her sleights by Reason we controule Faire Pearle fine gold base ex●rements of th' earth What 's Beautie but a little White and Red Reuiued with a little liuely Breath With Winde or Sunne or Sicknes altered All this ●oth Time consume and bring to nought And all what ere into this world is brought The fairest Colours drie and vanish shall The yongst must pack as well as doth the Olde All mortall things to mortall death must fall And therefore first were cast in earthly molde That which doth ●●orish greene as grasse to day Tomorow withereth like to dried Hay Swift flies our yeares as doth a running streame And lothed Age comes stealing on apace Our youth doth passe away as t were a Dreame And Death doth follow for to take his place Death comes and our Lifes patent to his hand For to resigne he straight doth vs command Strength to his course and winde vnto his flight VVith feathers to his wings Time ioyneth fast And this sweet life which we so much do like Though nere so loth yet must away at last The fairest Flower must wither with the weede VVhat so doth liue to die was first decreede Thrise happie man and trebble blest is he That neuer treads his steps from rightest way Nor with the mist of VVorld will blinded be But keepes right path and neuer goes astray Contemning all these mundaine Treasur● base In hope to ioy the heauenly Wealth of Grace VVho dyeth ill dyes who dieth well neuer dies But liues a life aboue Eternallie Like good ●l●as who in wondrous wise VVas from base Earth tooke vp to liue in skie VVhere bide Th'elect of Christ for euer blest In Abrahams bosome there for aye to rest For thee my HART doth burne like fire Deare Lord Which freesde before like Frost and chillie Ice For thee to leaue my sinne I doe accord Through which thy heauenly grace I did despise All Follies now as Shadowes vaine I le leaue And vnto thee the Substance trew I cleaue In thee I burne and in my selfe I freese Frozen through feare but burning through thy Loue. Reason ore Senses mine now ouersees And her Authoritie ore them doth proue Which makes me humbly call to thee for grace Though proud before I runne a selfe wild race Repentance right sad Griefe salt Teares sure Faith Renue in me a sorie Contrite Hart My guiltie Conscience oft within me saith I Death deserue yet Mercifull thou art Sighs from ●y soule I offer for my Fee As pretious Blood thou offredst once for mee My Hart now clensde and yet not mine as now ●weet Christ to thee his first Home turnes againe ●rom me he flies and vnto thee doth bow ● giue it thee Accept I pray the same Ah Soueraigne Sauiour do not now despise A broken Hart for pleasing Sacrifise Weake is my Barke in which my Life doth rowe My wretched life through grieuous faults mispent And in the World his Ocean sayles but slowe Because it falles into the Occident My sickly Minde runnes selfe same doubtfull way And Soule doth grieue that Fancie ●o doth stray And though a gentle calmie Winde to blowe She findes about her as she fresh do●h sayle Yet vnder Waters doe I spie belowe The Foe of my poore Soule her to assayle And in that part wherein he doth espie The Ship to leake in that he close doth lie Ah now it grieues me now I doe repent My re●chlesse Race that I so Iewde haue runne Yet hath my God in mercie to me sent Helpe to my Vessell weake else I vndon● Hope at the left hand standes that part ●o guide And constant Faith on right hand doth abide Earth was my flesh before and earth againe Ere long it shall be but my Soule on hie Shall be lift vp in brightest Heauens ●o raigne If I from false alluring Sinne can flie When at his feete who first life to me gaue A Glorious Seat for euer I shall haue Full 7. times foure of yeeres my life hath runne Whil'st to my selfe a heauy B●rthen sore To others I a gainelesse charge become Soyled with beastly Thoughts vncleanly gore Whil'st in true Light being blind I farther goe From Reasons path which Iudgement did me show Slow to good works but too too swift to ill My Soule abroad with flitting wings doth flie And in the worlds darke bottom of Selfe will Mongst 1000. Snares she carelesly doth lie Where sensual Sense and Ignorance astray Her doubtfull leades quight out of her right way Too obstinate she headlong forward runnes In greatest Light she tumbleth in most darke Nor takes she thought what of her selfe becomes Be it right or wrong her course she doth not marke So that although Immortall she should liue Most mortall Death she seekes her selfe to giue But now thanks to the Soueraigne King of all She no more blinde the dangers gins to spie And looking backe vnto her former fall She doth repent through faith most heartily Where she doth see of Heauen the narrow Gate Which once was shut now ope for her escape King of all Kinges which from thy sacred Throne Doest ma●ke and view from forth the Heauens hie Thy Graces vnto Adams Ofspring showne Of thy great Loue although vnworthilie