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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06630	Diella certaine sonnets, adioyned to the amorous poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura. By R.L. Gentleman.	Linche, Richard.	1596 (1596)	STC 17091; ESTC S109750	23,762	86

fishes lyue in th' Ocean What colour'd flowers doe grow in Tempes field how many houres are since the world began Let him none else gyue iudgement of my griefe let him declare the beauties of my Loue And hee will say my paines passe all reliefe and hee will iudge her for a Saint aboue But as those things ther 's no man can vnfolde So nor her faire nor my griefe may be tolde Sonnet XXXIII THinking to close my ouer-watched eyes and stop the sluce of their vncessant flowing I layd me downe when each one gan to rise new-risen Sol his flame like coūt'nance shewing But griefe though drowsie euer yet neuer sleepes but still admits fresh entercourse of thought Duly the passage of each houre he keepes nor would he suffer me with sleepe be caught Some broken slumbers Morpheus had lent who greatly pittied my want of rest Whereat my hart a thousand thanks him sent and vow'd to serue him he was ready prest Let restlesse nights daies howres doe their spight I le loue her still and loue for me shall fight Sonnet XXXIIII WHY should a Maydens hart be of that proofe as to resist the sharpe-point'd darte of loue My Mistres eye kills strongest man aloofe mee thinks he 's weak that cannot quaile a Doue A louely Doue so faire and so diuine able to make what Cynick so e're liueth Vpon his knees to beg of her bright eyne one smiling looke which life frō death reuiueth The frozen hart of cold Zenocrates had beene dissolued into hote desire Had Phryne cast such sun-beames from her eyes such eyes are cause that my hart flames in fire And yet with patience I must take my woe In that my deerest loue will haue it so Sonnet XXXV ENd thys enchauntment Loue of my desires let me no longer languish for thy loue Ioy not to see mee thus consume in fires but let my cruell paines thy hard hart moue And now at last with pittifull regard eye me thy Louer lorne for lack of thee VVhich dying liues in hope of sweet reward which hate hath hetherto with-held from me Constant haue I been still in fancie fast ordayn'd by heauens to dote vpon thy faire Nor will I e're so long as life shall last say any's fairer breathing vitall ayre But when the Ocean sands shall lye vnwet Then shal my soule to loue thee Deere forget Sonnet XXXVI LOng did I wish before I could attaine the lookt for sight I so desir'd to see Too soone at last I saw what bred my baine and euer since hath sore tormented mee I sawe her selfe whom had I neuer seene my wealth of blisse had not been turn'd to baile Greedy regard of her my harts sole Queene hath chang'd my sommers sun to winters haile How oft haue I since that first fatall howre beheld her all-faire shape with begging eye Till shee vnkind hath kild me with a lowre and bad my humble-suing lookes looke by O pitty mee faire Loue and highest fame Shall blazed be in honour of thy name Sonnet XXXVII DID I not loue her as a Louer ought with purest zeale and faithfulnes of hart Then shee had cause to set my loue at nought and I had well deseru'd to feele this smart But holding her so deerely as I doe as a rare Iewell of most high esteeme Shee most vnkindly wounds and kills me so my nere-stain'd troth most causeles to misdeeme Neuer did one account of woman more then I of her nor euer woman yet Respected lesse or held in lesser store her Louers vowes then shee by mine doth set VVhat resteth then but I dispaire and die That so my death may glut her ruthlesse eye Sonnet XXXVIII HArken awhile Diella to a storie that tells of beauty loue and great disdaine The last causd by suspect but shee was sorry that tooke that cause true loue so much to paine For when she knew his faith to be vnfained spotles sincere most true and pure vnto her Shee ioy'd as if a kingdome shee had gained and lou'd him now as when he first did woo her I nere incurd suspition of my truth fairest Diella why wilt thou be cruell Impose some end to vndeserued ruth and learne by others how to quench hates fuell Reade all my Deere but chiefly marke the end And be to mee as shee to him a friend THE LOVE OF DOM Diego and Gyneura IN Catheloygne o'repeerd by Pyren Mountaines a Prouince seated in the East of Spaine Famous for hunting sports cleerest fountains a young heroyck gallant did remaine Hee Signior Dom Diego had to name Who for his constant faith had got such fame Nature had tryde her deepest skill on him for so the heauen-borne powers had her desired With such perfection framed shee each lim that at her owne worke shee herselfe admired Maiestick Ioue gaue him a Princely grace Apollo wit and Venus gaue his face This loue-some youth kinde Natures fairest child what for his beautious loue-alluring face And for he was so gracious and so milde was deem'd of all to be of heauenly race Men honord him and Maydens gaue him loue To make him famous Men and Maydens stroue Hunting he lou'd nor did he scorne to loue a truer-louing hart was neuer knowne Which well his Mistres cruelly did proue whose causelesse rigor Fame abroad hath blowne But now le ts tell how hee on hunting went And in what sports such pleasant time he spent Soone as the sunne had left his watry bed blushing for shame that he so long had slept Reuiuing those which duskie Night made dead when for his welcom Lambes on mountains lept Vp starts Diego and with shrill-voyc'd horne Tells hounds huntsmen of a cleere-fac'd morne Cloth'd all in Greene Syluanus lyuery he wore a low-crown'd hat of finest silke Whose brim turnd vp was fastned with a Ruby and vnderneath a Pearle as white as milke A sleeueles coate of Damaske richly laced With Indian pearle as thicke as could be placed A glistring Cutlax pendent by his side he much esteem'd the beast-dismembring blade And halfe-leg'd Buskins curiously ytide with loopes of burnisht gold full finely made Thus goes Diego chiefest of his name With siluer-headed speare to finde some game Long while it was ere any sport began at last a Hart his big-growne hornes did shew VVhich winding straight the huntsmen gan to run as fast as arrow from a Parthyan bow In whose purfute by wil of powreful Fates Diego lost himselfe and all his mates Left thus alone in midst of vnknowne place he inuocates the fauourable ayde Of Ariadne who with smalest lace freed Monster-killing Theseus so dismaid In worser Laborinth did he now remaine For none saue trees or beasts could heare him plain In these Meanders stragling heere and there goes faire Diego listning to each sound Musing twixt purple hope and palish feare he thought to rest him wearied on the ground But see he heares a farre some forced noyse A horne a hound or els some human voyce VVith that Desire which scornes

Cupids power such sadnes in him bred VVho erst all louing harts in tryumph led One month consum'd in pensiuenes expir'd to recreate and reuiue his tyred spright Hee now on hunting goes which hee desir'd not for the once well-pleasing sports delight But for he might some fit occasion finde To see his Loue on whom was all his minde Where being come suppose his sports prou'd bad Gyneura gaue him welcome from her hart The Sea-tost Lord of Ithica ne're had after his twentie yeares turmoile and smart More ioyfull welcome by his constant wife Then had Diego from his loue his lyfe Two dayes he stay'd whence he would ne're depart but custome wil'd that he should now returne Yet though he went he left with her his hart which for their parting heauily gan mourne But far worse newes had it poore hart to greeue In that Gyneura would so soone beleeue For sooner was hee not departed thence but straight there comes a Riuall of his Loue VVho vnder true fidellities pretence wrought wondrous hard Diego to remoue Nor could at first his oaths or vowes preuaile To make Gyneuraes loue one whit to faile For yet they lyu'd fast bound in Fancies chaines stryuing to passe each other in pure loue But as there 's nothing that for aye remaines without some change so do these Louers proue That hottest loue hath soon'st the cold'st disdaine And greatest pleasures haue their greatest paine For now no longer could shee so perseuer shee turnes to deadly hate her former kindnes Which still had lasted but that Nature euer strikes into womens eyes such dim-sight blindnes And such obdurate hardnes in their harts They see nor knowe not truest loues desarts Gyneura this confirmes against her Louer whom now all guiltlesse she condemnes to die That in his deede or thought did nere offend her vnlesse by louing her so wondrous deerelie Such Loue such hate such lyking such disdaine Was neuer knowne in one hart to remaine Thus t was Diego had an enemie immortall vertue euer lincked is With that pale leane-fac'd meager-hewed enuie who secretly so falsely tells his Mis. How shee was mockt Diego lou'd another And storm'd rag'd what madnes so should moue her To dote on him that else where sets his Loue hee makes you thinke quoth he what ere he list That this is true you easily may proue for still he weares her fauour on his fist A Hawke it is which shee so stands the Mart Giues him he you faire words but her his hart VVith this incenst that sex will soone beleeue soonest when enuies broode to them display it I' st true quoth shee for true loue doth he giue such smooth-fac'd flattry doth he thus repay it Shee neuer scan'd the truth of this her griefe Loue in such cases is of quicke beliefe Her loue to him was neuer halfe so great though once shee lou'd him as is now her hate This Momus breath like bellowes to her heate did kindle firie coales of hote debate Hee plyes her and exasperates his spight And sweares and vowes hee tells her but the right Shee like a franticke Froe of Thessaly madded with Bacchus brayne-distempring liquor Runs here and there exclayming furiously with hideous vncouth mind-affrighting terror Swearing reuenge on false Diegoes head VVhose lying lookes in her such madnes bred VVherewith shee inuocates great Nemesis and begs the power of her deitie Shee tells her case to Iustice-doing Themis and shewes how shee is wronged mightily Shee leaues no power vnsought for or vnpraide That vse to helpe distressed with their aide Wronged Diego little this suspecting now thought it time to see his deerest faire And other matters of import neglecting hee presently to her makes his repaire VVhere being come such welcome he did finde As at the first did much disturbe his minde For faire Gyneura would not now be seene she sent him word she scorn'd his fauning flattrie And much did greeue that shee so fond had beene to yield her hart to such deceitfull battrie Bid him quoth shee goe flatter where he list I like not I that fauour on his fist Such hap it was Diego then had brought his Hawke the author of this fell debate Which well confirm'd her euer doubtfull thought that nowe shee was resolu'd on deadly hate Bid him quoth she depart hence from my sight His loath-some presence brings me irksome spight T was hard that he whose loue was neuer tainted whose sincere faith was kept inuiolate Nay in whose face all truest loue was painted should for his spotlesse truth be paid with hate Hee stone-astonied like a Deare at gaze Admir'd these speeches in a wondrous maze At last hee crau'd this fauour be might haue that shee her selfe would heare what he could say So Neptunes Towne quoth shee such lycense gaue to smooth-fac'd Synon Ilions last decay So Syrens sing vntill they haue their will Some poore mistrustlesse Passenger to kill Shee would not heare him speake oh cruell shee that causelesse this would kill him with disdaine Hee sweares he 's guiltlesse vowes innocencie in such vowes tears down his cheeks did raine Those cheeks which staine the blushing of the morne Gyneura now most hatefully doth scorne T is strange that Maides should ere be so abused to credit each malicious-tongued slaue And to condemne a man if once accused before or proofe or tryall hee may haue Too many such there be wo's mee therefore Such light credulitie I must deplore When sighes salt tears vowes could do no good nor sighes nor teares nor vowes could pierce her hart In which disdaine triumphant victor stood holding in eyther hand a sable dart VVherewith he strikes true loue stainlesse truth Condemning them vnto eternall ruth Home goes Diego with a cheerelesse face whose steps were led by leaden-footed griefe VVho neuer goes but with a dead-slowe pace vntill hee finde some ease or some reliefe T would melt a marble hart to see that man Earst fresh as a new-blowne Rose so ashie wan VVhere being come he straight for four daies space locks him in his chamber and there did poure Huge shewers of christall rayne adowne his face for sure he lou'd her deerely at this howre All ouerwhelm'd in waues of sea-salt teares Some fatall shipwrack of his life he feares Wherewith he calls for paper pen and yuck and for his Hawke which presently he kild Die thou quoth he so shall my loue nere thinke that for thy sake to any else I yield And plucking of her head straight way hee writes VVho sending it as token thus indites Loe heere thou cruell faire that gracious fauour the Ensigne as thou saist of my vntruth Behold in what high-priz'd esteeme I haue her that gaue me it the cause of all my ruth Looke as this Hawke faire Loue so is my hart Mangled and torne cause thou so cruell art I sweare to thee by all the rites of loue by heauens faire head by earth black-fac'd hel I nere meant other loue but thine to