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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11254	The phoenix nest Built vp with the most rare and refined workes of noble men, woorthy knights, gallant gentlemen, masters of arts, and braue schollers. Full of varietie, excellent inuention, and singular delight. Neuer before this time published. Set foorth by R.S. of the Inner Temple Gentleman.	R. S., of the Inner Temple.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.	1593 (1593)	STC 21516; ESTC S101929	50,100	122

wherein a minde may dwell The loathed life that happie harts may hate The saddest tale that euer toong could tell But reade this verse and say who wrote the same Doth onely dwell where comfort neuer came A carefull head first crost with crooked hap A wofull wit bewitcht with wretched will A clyming hart falne downe from Fortunes lap A bodie borne to loose his labour still A mourning minde sore mated with despite May serue to shewe the lacke of my delite Yet more than this a hope still founde in vaine A vile dispaire that speakes but of distresse A forst content to suffer deadly paine A paine so great as can not get redresse Will all affirme my sum of sorrow such As neuer man that euer knew so much AS rare to heare as seldome to be seene It can not be nor euer yet hath beene That fire should burne with perfect heate and flame Without some matter for to yeeld the same A straunger case yet true by proofe I knowe A man in ioye that liued still in woe Burnt with desire and doth posses at will Enioying all yet all desiring still Who hath ynough yet thinks he liues without To want no loue and yet to stand in doubt What discontent to liue in such desire To haue his will yet euer to require THe time when first I fell in Loue Which now I must lament The yeere wherein I lost such time to compasse my content The day wherein I sawe too late The follies of a Louer The hower wherein I found such losse As care cannot recouer And last the minute of mishap Which makes me thus to plaine The dolefull fruits of Louers sutes Which labor lose in vaine Doth make me solemnly protest As I with paine doe proue There is no time yeere day nor howre Nor minute good to loue WHen day is gone and darknes come The toyling tired wight Doth vse to ease his wearie bones By rest in quiet night When storme is staied and harbor woon The Sea man set on shore With comfort doth requite the care Of perils past before When Loue hath woon where it did woo And light where it delites Contented minde thenceforth forgets The frowne of former spites THough neither tears nor torments can be thought Nor death it selfe too deere to be sustaind To win those ioyes so woorthie to be sought So rare to reach so sweete to be obtaind Yet earnest Loue with longing to aspire To that which hope holds in so high regarde Makes time delaid a torment to desire When Loue with hope forbeares his iust rewarde Then blessed hope haste on thy happie daies Saue my desire by shortning thy dealaies A notable description of the World OF thick and thin light heauie dark and cleere White black blew red green purple die Gold Siluer Brasse Lead Iron Tin and Copper Moist aire hot fire cold water earth full drie Blood Choler Flegme and Melancholie by A mixed masse a Chaos all confusde Such was the world till God diuision vsde In framing heau'n and earth God did diuide The first daies light and darkth to night and day The second he a firmament applide Third fruitfull earth appeerd Seas tooke their way Fourth Sun and Moone with Stars in skies he fixt Fift Fish and Foule the Sea and land possest And God made Man like to himselfe the sixt The seauenth day when all things he had blest He hallowed that and therein tooke his rest W. S. Gent. BY wracke late driuen on shoare from Cupids Crare Whose sailes of error sighes of hope and feare Conueied through seas of teares and sands of care Till rocks of high disdaine hir sides did teare I write a dirge for dolefull doues to sing With selfe same quill I pluckt from Cupids wing Farewell vnkinde by whom I fare so ill Whose looks bewitcht my thoughts with false surmise Till forced reason did vnbinde my will And shewed my hart the follie of mine eies And saide attending where I should attaine Twixt wish and want was but a pleasing paine Farewell vnkinde my floate is at an ebbe My troubled thoughts are turnd to quiet wars My fancies hope hath spun and spent hir webbe My former wounds are closed vp with skars As ashes lie longe since consumde with fire So is my loue so now is my desire Farewell vnkinde my first and finall loue Whose coie contempts it bootes not heere to name But gods are iust and euery star aboue Doth threat reuenge where faith's reward is blame And I may liue though your despised thrall By fond mischoyce to see your fortunes fall Farewell vnkinde most cruell of your kinde By whom my worth is drowned in disdaines As was my loue so is your iudgement blinde My fortune ill and such hath bene my gaines But this for all I list no more to saie Farewell faire proude not lifes but loues decaie THe gentle season of the yeere Hath made my blooming branch appeere And beautified the land with flowres The aire doth sauor with delight The heauens doe smile to see the sight And yet mine eies augments their showres The meades are mantled all with greene The trembling leaues haue cloth'd the treene The birds with feathers new doe sing But I poore soule when wrong doth wrack Attyres my slfe in mourning black Whose leafe doth fall amid his spring And as you see the skarlet Rose In his sweete prime his buds disclose Whose hewe is with the Sun reuiued So in the Aprill of mine age My liuely colours doe asswage Because my Sun-shine is depriued My hart that wonted was of yore Light as the winde abroad to sore Amongst the buds when beautie springs Now onely houers ouer you As doth the birde thats taken new And mourns when all hir neighbours sings When euery man is bent to sport Then pensiue I alone resort Into some solitarie walke As doth the dolefull Turtle doue Who hauing lost hir faithfull loue Sits mourning on some withered stalke There to my selfe I doe recount How far my woes my ioyes surmount How Loue requiteth me with hate How all my pleasures end in paine How hate doth say my hope is vaine How fortune frownes vpon my state And in this moode charg'd with despaire With vapored sighes I dim the aire And to the Gods make this request That by the ending of my life I may haue truce with this strange strife And bring my soule to better rest A Counterloue DEclare O minde from fond desires excluded That thou didst find erewhile by Loue deluded An eie the plot whereon Loue sets his gin Beautie the trap wherein the heedles fall A smile the traine that drawes the simple in Sweete words the wilie instrument of all Intreaties posts faire promises are charmes Writing the messenger that wooes our harmes Mistresse and seruant titles of mischaunce Commaundments done the act of slauerie Their coulors worne a clownish cognisaunce And double dutie pettie drudgerie And when she twines and dallies with thy

of Iealousie A Seeing friend yet enimie to rest A wrangling passion yet a gladsom thought A bad companion yet a welcom guest A knowledge wisht yet found too soone vnsought From heauen supposde yet sure condemn'd to hell Is Iealousie and there forlorne doth dwell And thence doth send fond feare and false suspect To haunt our thoughts bewitched with mistrust Which breedes in vs the issue and effect Both of conceits and actions far vniust The griefe the shame the smart wherof doth proue That Iealousie's both death and hell to Loue. For what but hell moues in the iealous hart Where restles feare works out all wanton ioyes Which doth both quench and kill the louing part And cloies the minde with worse than knowne annoyes Whose pressure far exceeds hells deepe extreemes Such life leads Loue entangled with misdeemes AH poore Conceit delite is dead Thy pleasant daies are doon The shadie dales must be his walke That cannot see the sunne The world I now to witnes call The heauens my records be If euer I were false to Loue Or Loue were true to me I knowe it now I knew it not But all too late I rew it I rew not that I knew it not But that I euer knew it My care is not a fond conceit That breedes a fained smart My griefes doe gripe me at the gall And gnaw me at the hart My teares are not those fained drops That fall from fancies eies But bitter streams of strange distresse Wherein discomfort lies My sighes are not those heauie sighes That showes a sickly breath My passions are the perfect signes And very paines of death In sum to make a dolefull end To see my death so nie That sorow bids me sing my last And so my senses die SHort is my rest whose toile is ouerlong My ioyes are darke but cleere I see my voe My safetie small great wracks I bide by wrong Whose time is swift and yet my hap but sloe Each griefe and wound in my poore hart appeeres That laugheth howres and weepeth many yeeres Deedes of the day are fables for the night Sighes of desire are smoakes of thoughtfull teares My steps are false although my paths be right Disgrace is bolde and fauor full of feares Disquiet sleepe keepes audit of my life Where rare content doth make displeasure rife The dolefull bell that is the voice of time Cals on my end before my haps be seene Thus fals my hopes whose harmes haue power to clime Not come to haue that long in wish hath beene I seeke your loue and feare not others hate Be you with me and I haue Caesars state The praise of Virginitie VIrginitie resembleth right the Rose That gallantly within the garden growes Whilst in the mothers bodie it doth stand Of nibling sheep vntoucht or shepherds hand The aire thereon and ruddie morne doth smile The earth and waters fauours it that while Braue lustie youth and the inamord Dame Euen so doth age and temples craue the same But when from naturall stalke it is remou'd And place where it so highly was belou'd The grace that earth and heauen thereon did cast With beautie fauor loue and all is past Euen so the Maid when once hir flowre is lost More deere than eie or life or what is most The loue and liking which she had before Forgoeth quite and she esteem'd no more Ladies Lenuoy to you that haue this prize I reed ye hold your wone if yiou be wise ONight O ielious night repugnant to my pleasures O night so long desir'd yet crosse to my content Ther's none but onely thou that can performe my pleasures Yet none but onely thou that hindereth my intent Thy beams thy spiteful beams thy lamps that burn to brightly Discouer all my traines and naked lay my drifts That night by night I hope yet faile my purpose nightly Thy enuious glaring gleame defeateth so my shifts Sweet night withhold thy beams withhold them til to morow Whose ioyes in lack so long a hell of torments breedes Sweete night sweete gentle night doe not prolong my sorow Desire is guide to me and Loue no Loadstar needes Let Sailers gaze on stars and Moone so freshly shining Let them that misse the way be guided by the light I knowe my Ladies bowre there needes no more diuining Affection sees in darke and Loue hath eies by night Dame Cinthia couch awhile holde in thy hornes for shining And glad not lowring night with thy too glorious raies But be she dim and darke tempestuous and repining That in hir spite my sport may worke thy endles praise And when my will is wrought then Cinthia shine good Ladie All other nights and daies in honour of that night That happie heauenly night that night so darke and shadie Wherein my Loue had eies that lighted my delight SWeete Violets Loues paradice that spred Your gracious odours which you couched beare Within your palie faces Vpon the gentle wing of some calme breathing winde That plaies amidst the plaine If by the fauour of propicious stars you gaine Such grace as in my Ladies bosome place to finde Be prowd to touch those places And whē hir warmth your moisture forth doth wear Whereby hir daintie parts are sweetly fed Your honors of the flowrie meads I pray You pretie daughters of the earth and Sun With milde and seemly breathing straight display My bitter sighes that haue my hart vndoon Vermilion Roses that with new daies rise Display your Crimsen folds fresh looking faire Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned raies of Roseat rising morne Ah if hir virgins hand Doe pluck your pure ere Phoebus view the land And vaile your gracious pomp in louely natures scorne If chaunce my Mistres traces Fast by your flowres to take the Sommers aire Then wofull blushing tempt hir glorious eies To spread their teares Adonis death reporting And tell Loues torments sorowing for hir frend Whose drops of blood within your leaus cōsorting Report faire Venus mones withouten end Then may remorse in pitying of my smart Drie vp my teares and dwell within hir hart A Vrora now began to rise againe From watrie couch and from old Tithons side In hope to kisse vpon Acteian plaine Yong Cephalus and through the golden glide On Easterne coast she cast so great a light That Phoebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis Bowre wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire Nor sooner gan his winged steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amyntas hasteth him apace In desarts thus to weepe a wofull tale Now silent shades and all that dwell therein As Birds or Beasts or Wormes that creepe on grounde Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rew the griefe of mine eternall wounde And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And whilst I die for want of my delight Lament the woes that Fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke