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A19943	A poetical rapsody containing, diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigalls, and other poesies, both in rime, and measured verse. Neuer yet published. The bee and spider by a diuerse power, sucke hony' & poyson from the selfe same flower.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1602 (1602)	STC 6373; ESTC S113564	68,412	238

skild then Phoebus on a Lute in running ●ore then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily In stealing Harts most sliely Since thou deere Hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay mee thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou stealst my Hart. MADRIGALL VII Cupid proued a Fenser AH Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fenser tooke thee But as a Fenser oft faines blowes and thrusts Where hee doth meane no harme Then turnes his balefull Arme And wounds his foe whereas hee least mistrusts So thou with fencing Art Fayning to wound mine Eyes hast hit my hart SONNET VIII Vpon her commending though most vndeseruedly his Verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since cōposed Which my great Loue her greater Cruelty My constant faith her false Inconstancy My praiseles stile her o're-praisd worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeeres did yeeld so firme affection If her Moon-beams short of your Suns perfectiō Taught my hoars Muse to sing as you say cleerly How much how much should I loue adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeeres to like aught els before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make Heauen Earth resound your praise admired MADRIGAL VIII Hee compares himselfe to a Candle-flie LIke to the seely flie To the deere light I flie Of your disdainfull Eyes But in a diuerse wise Shee with the flame doth play By night alone and I both night and day Shee to a Candle runnes I to a light far brighter then the Sunne 's Shee neere at hand is fyred I both neere hand and far-away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to bee But I my burning and my death foresee MADRIGAL IX Answere to her question what loue was IF I behold your Eyes Loue is a Paradize But if I veiw my Hart Ti 's an infernall smart ODE VIII That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN Heau'n the blessed Angels haue their beeing In hel the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts Earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the Aire are fleeing With finnes the people gliding Of Water haue th' enioying In Fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspier To loue your beauty Beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine Eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope feares contention Earth holds my drossy wit and dull inuention Th' ill foode of airie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares stil flowing My weeping Eies are turned My constant Heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspier In Heau'n is no beauty more excelling In Hell no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fier MADRIGAL X. Vpon his time rous silence in her presence ARE Louers full of fier How comes it then my Verses are so colde And how when I am nie her And fit occasion wills me to be bolde The more I burne the more I do desier The lesse I dare requier Ah Loue this is thy wondrous Art To freeze the tongue and fire the hart MADRIGAL XI Vpon her long Absence IF this most wretched and infernall Anguish Wherin so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer-fill me As presently it kill mee I wil conclude hows'euer Schooles deceaue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man Vpon seeing his Face in her Eie FAirest and kindest of all woman-kinde Since you did me the vndeserued grace ●n your faire Eye to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kinde Looke in mine Eie and I will shew to you The fairest face that Heau'ns Eie doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme Eie Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface But could O could you once my Heart espie Your forme at large you there engrav'd shuld see Which nor by Time nor Death can razed bee MADRIGAL XII Vpon her hiding her face fom him GOE wayling Accents goe With my warm teares scalding teares attended To th' Author of my woe ●nd humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eyes Where he beholdes his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you His heart wherein Loues heau'n you may view MADRIGAL XIII Vpon her Beauty and Inconstancie Whosoeuer longs to trie Both Loue and Iealousie My faire vnconstant Ladie let him see And he will soone a iealous Louer bee Then he by proofe shall know As I doe to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell ●n fire and frost in heau'n and in hell A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming Heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart Shut not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Flie not deere Hart to find me al of snowe Hart Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desiers sweet flames to know Hart Thy Snow n'ill hurt me Breast Nor thy Fire will harme me Hart This cold will coole me Breast And this heate wil warme me Hart Take this chaste fire to that pure virgin snow B. Being now thus warm'd I le n'ere seek other fire H Thou giu'st more blis thā mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take than Angells can desire Both together Let one griefe harme vs And let one ioy fill vs Let one loue warme vs And let one death kill vs. ELEGIE III. For what cause he obtaines not his Ladies fauour Deere why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I st that my ●ocke-hol'd face doth beauty lacke No Your sweet Sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth I st that my musk lesse cloaths are plaine blacke No What wise Ladie loues fine noddies With poore-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No My true Heart which I present you Should more than golde or pearle content you I st That my Verses want inuention rare No I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely show it ●st That I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhorre you Dwell still in Court the place fit for you ●st That you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I

twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste Beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A Marble hart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning Eyes Deaths sable Darte and Cupids Arrow flies Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy streams where each doth raign as king Let Tyrant Chastities vsurped Throane Bee made the seate of Beauties grace alone And let your Beauty bee with this suffiz'd That my harts Cittie is by it surpriz'd Raze not my Hart nor to your Beauty raise Blood-guilded Trophees of your Beauties praise For wisest Conquerors doo Townes desire On honourable termes and not with fyre SONNET XIII That he cannot leaue to loue though commanded HOw can my Loue in equitie bee blamed Still to importune though it ne'r obtayne Since though her face and voice will me refraine Yet by her Voyce and Face I am inflamed For when alas her face with frownes is framed To kill my Loue but to reuiue my payne And when her voice commands but all in vayne That loue both leaue to be and to bee named Her Syren voyce doth such enchantment moue And thogh she frown eu'n frowns so louely make her That I of force am forced still to loue Since then I must and yet can not forsake her My fruitles praiers shall cease in vaine to moue her But my deuoted Hart ne're cease to moue her SONNET XIIII He desires leaue to write of his Loue. MVst my deuoted Heart desist to loue her No loue I may but I may not confesse it What harder thing than loue and yet depresse it Loue most conceal'd doth most it selfe discouer Had I no pen to shew that I approue her Were I tongue-tide that I might not addresse it In Plaints and Prayr'es vnfained to expresse it Yet could I not my deepe affection couer Had I no pen my very teares would show it Which write my true affection in my face Were I tong-tide my sighs wold make her know it Which witnes that I grieue at my disgrace Since then though silent I my loue discouer O let my pen haue leaue to say I loue her Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid muliere Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter than a Feather And the Winde more light than eather But a Womans fickle minde More than Feather Dust or Winde W. D. SONETS ODES ELEGIES and other POESIES Splendidis longum valedico nugis ANOMOS III. Sonnets for a Proeme to the Poems following That Loue onely made him a Poet and that all sortes of Verses both in Rime and Measure agree with his Lady SONNET I. SOme men they say are Poets borne by kinde And suck that science from their mothers brest An easie Arte that comes with so great rest And happy men to so good hap assignde In some desire of praise enflames the minde To clime with paine Parnassus double crest Some hope of rich Rewardes hath so possest That Gold in Castall Sands they seeke to finde Me neither Nature hath a Poet made Nor loue of Glory mou'de to learne the trade Nor thirst of Golde perswaded for to write For Natures graces are too fine for mee Praise like the Peacockes pride her selfe to see Desire of Gaine the basest mindes delight SONNET II. WHat mou'd me then say Loue for thou cāst tel Of thee I learn'd this skill if skill I haue Thou knowst the Muse whose help I alwais craue Is none of those that on Parnassus dwell My Muse is such as doth them all excell They all to her alone their cunning gaue To sing to dance to play to make so braue Thrice threefold Graces her alone befell From her do flow the streames that water mee Hers is the praise if I a Poet bee Her only looke both will and skill doth giue What maruaile then if I those lawes refuse Which other Poets in their making vse Since by her lookes I write by which I liue SONNET III. THus am I free from lawes that other binde Who diuerse verse to diuerse matter frame All kinde of Stiles doo serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I finde The lofty Verse doth shew her noble minde By which shee quencheth Loues enraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kinde In mournefull Tragicke Verse for her I die In Comicke shee reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace strife Ech word she speakes doth cause both death life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone ODE I. Where his Lady keepes his hart SWeete Loue mine only treasure For seruice long vnfained Wherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell mee in what parte My Lady keepes my Harte If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined Which fire and art haue fined Her thrall my hart I render For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide If in her Eyes shee binde it Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I only wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her Breast haue dained With kindnes to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone To her Eyes FAine would I learne of thee thou murth'ring Eie Whether thy glance bee fire or else a dart For with thy looke in flames thou mak'st mee frie And with the same thou strik'st mee to the hart Pierst with thy lookes I burne in fire And yet those lookes I still desire The flie that buzzeth round about the flame Knows not poore Soule she gets her death therby I see my death and seeing seeke the same And seeking finde and finding chuse to die That when thy lookes my life haue slaine Thy lookes may giue mee life againe Turne then to mee those sparkling Eyes of thine And with their firy glances pierce my hart Quench not my light lest I in darknes pine Strike deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life bee spilt Kill mee as often as thou wilt ODE II. The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me drie And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hotte desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The sencelesse stone that from on hie Descends to Earth below With greater haste it selfe doth plie The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight Desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see