were full Of pleasures bewtie dew'd with Aprill showers My sommer loue whose buddes were bewtifull Youthfull desiers with heates vnmercifull Parched whose seedes when haruest time was come Weare eares against my suites obturate With sheaues of scorne bouÌ„d vp which did bènumme Mine heate with greef yet made her hart indurate Oh chast desiers which hel'd her hart immurate In wall 's of Adamante vnfoyled My winter spent in showers of sorrowes teares Haylestones of hatred frostes of feares My braunches bar'de of pleasure and despoiled MADRIGALL 8. Why am I thus in mynde and body wounded Oh mynde and body mortall and deuine On what sure rocke is your forte grounded On death Ah no for at it you repine Nay both intombed in her bewties shrine Will liue tho shadowlike that men astounded At their Anatomies when they shall vewe it May pitifull rewe it Yea but her murthering bewtie doth so shine Oh yet much mercilesse That hart desiers to liue with her which slew it And tho she still rest pitylesse Yet at her bewtie will I wonder Though sweet graces past repeate Neuer appeare but when the threate Fiering my secret hart with darâ—…e and thunder SONNET XLIIII Oh dart and thunder whose fierce violence Surmounting Rhetorickes dart and thunder boultes Can neuer be seâ—… out in eloquence Whose might all mettles masse a sonder moultes Where be they famous Prophetes of ould Greece Those anchiant Romaine Poetes of acompt Musaeus which went for the Golden Fleece With Iason and did Heroes loues recompt And thou sweet Naso with thy golden vearse Whose louely spirite rauish't Caesars daughter And that sweet Tuskane Petrarke which did pearse His Laura with loue Sonnets when he saught her Where be these all that all these might haueÌ„ taught her That sainctes deuine are knowne sainctes by their mercy And sainctlike bewtie should not rage with pearse eye SONNET XLV Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues Loues Queene in richest ornament doth lye Whose graces were they not too sweet and hye Might here be seen but since their sight bereaues All sences he that endlesse bottome weaues Which did Penelope who that shall trye Then wonder and in admiration dye At nature-passing natures holy frame Her bewtie thee reuiues thy muse vpheaues To draw coelestiall spirite from the skyes To prayse the worke and worker whence it came This spirite drawne from heauen of thy fayre eyes Whose guilded cognissance left in mine hart Shewes me thy faithfull seruant to my smart SONNET XLVI Ah pearse-eye pearsing eye and blazing light Of thunder thunderblazes burning vppe Oh sunne sunne-melting blind and dazing sight Ah hart downe driuing hart and turning vppe Oh matchlesse bewtie bewties bewtie stayning Sweet damaske rose bud Venus rose of roases Ah fronte Imperious deuties deutie gayning Yet threatfull cloudes did still incloase and cloases Oh lillye leaues when Iuno lillyes leaues In wondring at her coloures grayne distayned Voyce which rockes voyce and mountaines cleaues In sonder at my loues with payne complained Eye lihtning Sunne hart bewties bane vnfained Oh damaske rose proude forhead lillye voyce Ah partiall fortune sore chance fillye choyce SONNET XLVII Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse And now depriu'd of hart I am but dead And since thou hast it in his tables read Whether he rest at ease in ioyes and smartlesse Whether beholding him thine eyes were dartlesse Or to what bondage his inthral-ment leades Returne deare hart and me to mine restore Ah let me thee possesse returne to mee I finde no meanes deuoyde of skill and artlesse Thether returne where thou triumph't before Let me of him but repossessor bee And when thou giues to me mine hart againe Thy selfe thou doest bestow for thou art shee Whom I call hart and of whom I complaine SONNET XLVIII I wish no rich refinde Arabian gold Nor Orient Indian pearle rare natures wonder No Diamondes th' Aegiptian surges vnder No Rubyes of America deare sold Nor Saphyres which rich Affrike sandes ensold Treasures far distant from this Isle a sender Barbarian Iuories in contempt I hold But onely this this onely Venus graunt That I my sweet Pathenophe may get Her heires no grace of golden wyers want Pure pearles with perfect Rubines are in set True Dyamondes in eyes Saphires in vaynes Nor can I that soft Iuory skinne forget England in one small subiect such containes SONNET XLIX Coole coole in waues thy beames intollerable O sunne no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather By law nor nature sier but rebell rather Foole foole these labours are inextricable A burthen whose weight is importable A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her A fortresse whose force is impregnable From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares oh teares Quench quench mine heate or with your soueraintie Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares oh feares Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble SONNET L. So warble out your tragique notes of sorrow Blacke harpe of liuer-pyning melancholie Blacke humor patrone of my fancies folie Meere folies which from fancies fier borrow Hot fier which burnes day night midnight and morrow Long morning which prolonges my sorrowes solie And euer ouerules my passions wholie So that my fortune where it first made forrow Shall there remaine and euer shall it plowe The bowels of mine hart mine harts hot bowells And in their forrowes sow the seedes of loue Which thou didst sow and newly spring vp now And make me write vayne wordes no wordes but vowells For nought to me good consonant would proue SONNET LI. Lame consonants of member-vowells robbed What perfect-sounding wordes can you compose Wherein you might my sorrowes flame disclose Can you frame mamed wordes as you had throbbed Can you with sighes make signes of passions sobbed Or can your characters make sorrowes showes Can liquids make them I with teares make those But for my teares with taunts and frumpes am bâ—…bbed Could mutes procure good wordes mute would I bee But then who should my sorrowes image paint No consonants or mutes or liquids will Set out my sorrowes tho with greefe I faint If with no letter but one vowell should bee An A. with H. my Sonnet would fulfill SONNET LII Me thought Calliope did from heauen discendâ—… To sing fayre mistresse thy sweet bewties 〈◊〉 Thy sweet enchanting voyce did Orpheus râ—…e Who with his harpe which downe the gods did sende Coelestiall coneorde to the voyce did lende His musicke all wild beastes so did amaze That they submissiue thy lookes did bende Hilles trees townes bridges from their places wende Hopping and dancing all they windes be still And listen whiles the Nightingalles fulfill With Larkes and Thrushes all defectes of pleasure Springs sang thy prayses in a murmur shill Whiles I inrag'd with musicke out of traunce Like Bacchus preeste did in thy presence daunce MADRIGALL 9. For glorie pleasure and fayre florishing
smell In paradise may make him dwell And sleepe a tentimes happie sleepe I dare not mell Else with good will Parthenophil Would to thy lippes one kisse assigne ODE 6. Oh fayre sweet gloue Deuine token Of her sweet loue Sweetely broken By wordes sweet loues she durst not moue These giftes her loue to me do proue Though neuer spoken On her fayre hand This gloue once was None in this land Did euer passe Her handes fayre white come loues here stand Let graces with yours match her hand Hyde hyde alas Graces would smile If you should matche Herr's yours beguile Her 's garlandes catche From all the Nymphes which blush the while To see there white out-match't a myle Which prayse did watche This gloue I kisse And for thy sake I will not misse But ballades make And euery shepheard shall know this Parthenophil in such grace is Muses awake For I will sing Thy matchelesse prayses And my pypes bring Which floodes amaises Wilde Satyres friskines shall out-fling The rockes shall this dayes glorie ring Whiles Nymphes bring dazes Some woodbynes beare Some damaske roses The muses were A bynding poases My goddesse gloue to herrye heere Great Pan commes in with flowers seare And crownes composes I note this day Once euery yeare An holy-day For her kept deare An hundreth swaines on pypes shall play And for the gloue maske in aray Withiolly cheare A gloue of gold I will bring in For which swaines bold Shall strife begin And he which loues can best vnfold And hath in songes his minde best told The gloue shall winne Nymphes shall resorte And they which flowers Shall decke a forte For parramours Which for this gloue shall there contende Vnpartiall Nymphes shall Iudgement ende And in those bowers Pronounce who best Deseru'd of all Then by the rest A coronall Of Roses freshly shall be drest And he with that rich gloue possest As principall ODE 7. When I did thinke to write of warre And martiall cheefden's of the field Diana did inforce to yeeld My muse to prayse the Westerne starre But Pallas did my purpose barre My muse as too weake it to weeld Elizaes prayses were too hye Diuinest wittes haue done their best And yet the most haue proued least Such was her sacred maiestie Loues pride grace to virginitie Oh could my muse in her prayse rest Venus directed me to write The prayse of peerlesse bewties wonder A theame more fit for voyce of thunder Parthenophe from whose eyes bright Ten thousand graces dar'e my might And will'd me fiue degrees write vnder But yet her fancie wrought so much That my muse did her prayse aduenter Wherein of yore it durst not enter And now her bewtie giues that tuche Vnto my muse in number suche Which makes me more and more repent her ODE 8. In a shadie groue of mirtle Where byrdes musicall resorted With Floraes painted flowers fertle Which men with sight and sent comforted Whilst turtles equally disported Where each Nymphe loases Bunches of poases Which into Chapplettes sweet they sorted There seated in that louely shade Which Laya bewtifull there sate A gentle shepheard which had made Gainst euening twilight somewhat late An arbour built in Syluane state Where in exchaunge Their eyes did raunge Giuing each other the check-mate He said sweet comfort of my life Come and embrace Parthenophil Mette we sade she to fall at strife I will be gone I that I will I lou'd your long why do so still I can not chuse If you refuse But shall my selfe with sorrow kill With that he sight and would haue kist And vew'de her with a fearefull smile She turn'd and said your ame mist With sighes redoubled the meanewhile The shepheard sate but did compile Greene knotted rushings Then roundlayes sings And pleasaunt doth twilight beguile At length he somewhat nearer prest And with a glaunce the Nymphe deceauing He kist her she said be at rest Willing displeas'd in the receauing Thence from his purpose neuer leauing He prest her further She would cry murther But somewhat was her breathe bereauing At length he doth possesse her whoale Her lippes and all he would desier And would haue breath'd in her his soale If that his soale he could enspyer Eft that chaunc'd which he did requier A liue soule possest Her matrone brest Then waking I found sleepe a lyer ODE 9. Behold out-walking in these valleyes Where faire Parthenophe doth treade How ioysome Flora with her dallyes And at her steppes sweet flowers bredde Narcissus yellow And Amaranthus euerredde Which all her foote-steppes ouer spredde With Hyacynthe that findes no fellow Behold within that shadie thicke Where my Parthenophe doth walke Her bewtie makes trees mouing quicke Which of her grace in murmur talke The poplar trees shed teares The blossom'd Hauthorne white as chalke And Aspine trembling on his stalke The tree which sweet 〈◊〉 beares The barren Hebene coalie blacke Greene Iuy with his straunge embraces Daphne which scornes Ioues thunder-cracke Sweet Cypresse set in sundry places And singing Atis telles Vnto the rest my mistresse graces From them the winde her glorie chases Throughout the West where it excelles ODE 10. Why doth heauen beare a Sunne To giue the world an heate Why there haue starres a seate On earth when all is donne Parthenophes bright Sunne Doth giue a greater heate And in her heauen there bee Such faire bright blazing starres Which still make open warres With those in heauens degree These starres farre brighter bee Then brightest of heauens starres Why doth earth bring forth Roses Violettes or Lillyes Or bright Daffadylies In her cleare cheekes she cloases Sweet Damaske Roses In her necke white Lillyes Violettes in her vaynes Why do men sacrifice Incense to dieties Her breathe more fauour gaines And please the heauenly vaynes More then rich sacrifice ODE 11. Louely Maya Hermes mother Of faire Flora much befrended To whom this sweet month is commēded This month more sweet then any other By thy sweet souerantie defended Dazes Couslippes and Primroses Fragrant Violettes and sweet Mynthe Match'te with purple Hyacynthe Of these each where Nymphes make trimme poses Praysing their mother Bericynthe Behold an heard of Iollie swaines Go flocking vp and downe the meade A troupe of louely Nymphes do treade And dearnely dauncing on you plaines Each doth in course her hornepype lead Before the groomes playes Peers the pyper The bring in Hauthorne and sweet brere And damaske-roses they would beare But them they leaue till they be riper The rest round morisses daunce there With frisking gamboldes and such glee Vnto the louely Nymphes they hast Who there in decent order plac'de Expect who shall Queene Flora bee And with the may crowne cheefly grac'de The shepheardes poopen in their pype One leades his wenche a country rounde Another sittes vpon the grounde And doth his beard from driuell wipe Because he would be handsome found To see the frisking and scouping To heare the herdgroomes wowing speeches Whiles one to daunce his gyrle beseeches The lead-heeld
Oracles Of happinesse and lucklesse teene So straunge be loues rare miracles In her as like haue neuer beene Her necke that curious axe◅ Pure Iuorie like which doth support The gloabe of my Cosmographie Where to my Planettes I resort To take Iudiciall signes of skill When tempestes to myne hart will turne When shoures shall my fountaines fill And extreame droughtes mine hart shall burne There in that gloabe shall I perceiue When I shall finde cleare element There gloomie mistes shall I conceiue Which shall offende the firmament On this my studies still be bent VVhere euen as riuers from the seae◅ In braunches through the land be sent And into crooked sinewes prease Throughout the gloabe such-wise the vaynes Cleare Christalline throughout her necke Like sinuous in their crooked traines VVildely the swelling waues did checke Thence rise her humble seemcly shoulders Like two smooth pullish't Iuory toppes Of loues cheefe frame the chief vphoulders VVhiter then that was of Pelops Thēce Cupids fiue-graind-mace out braūcheth VVhich fiue-fold the fiue sences woundeth VVhose sight the minde of lookers launcheth VVhose force all other force astoundeth Thence to that bed where loues proude Queene In silent maiestie sweet sleepeth VVhere her soft louely pillowes beene VVhere Cupid through loues conduictes creepeth Pillowes of Venus turtles downe Pillowes then Venus turtles softer Pillowes the more where loue lyes downe More couetes to lye downe and ofter Pillowes on which two sweet rose buddes Dew'de with Ambrosiall nectar lye VVhere loues milke-way by springs floodes Through violet pathes smooth slideth by But now with feares and teares proceede Loues place of torture to deelare VVhich such calamitie doth breede To those which there imprisoned are VVhich once in cheanes are neuer free Which still for want of succour pyne Dry sighes salte-watrie teares which bee For daintie cates and pleasant wine Immur'de with pure white Iuorye Fetters of Adamant to draw Euen steele it selfe if ir be nye A bondage without right or law With poore Actaeon ouerthrowne But for a looke and with an eye In his cleare armes loues sergeant knowne Arrestes each louer that goes by This is her hart loues prison call'de Whose conquest is impregnable Whence who so chaunce to be in thrall'de To come forth after are vnable Further to passe then I haue seene Or more to shew then may be told Were too much impudence I weene Here therefore take myne anchor hold And with the Romaine Poet deeme Partes vnreueal'de to be most sweete Which here describ'de might euill beseeme And for a modest muse vnmeete Such blessed morninges seldome bee Such sightes too rare when men goe by Would I but once the like might see That I might dye before I dye SESTINE 4. Eccho what shall I do to my Nymphe when I goe to behold her Eccho hold her So dare I not least she should thinke that I make her a pray then Eccho pray then Yea but at me she will take scorne proceeded of honor Eccho on her Me beare will she with her to deale so saucilie neuer Eccho euer Yea but I greatly feare she will haue pure thoughtes to refuse such Eccho fewe such Then will I venture againe more bold if you warne me to do so Eccho do so I must write with teares and sighes before that I do so Eccho do so But what if my teares and sighes be to weake to remoue her Eccho moue her So shall yee moue huge Alpes with teares and sighes if you may such Eccho you may such If any that shall affirme for a truth I shall hold that they lye then Eccho lye then If I studie to death in ◅inde shall I lye neuer Eccho euer Oh what is it to lye is 't not dishonor Eccho t is honor Then to flatter a while her is 't not dishonor Eccho honor Then will I wrest out sighes and wring forth teares when I do so Eccho do so Least she finde my craft with her I may toye neuer Eccho euer Then if you iest in kinde with her you winne her Eccho you winne her Then what time she laughes from her hart shall I smile then Eccho ey smile then They that like my ioyes is it harme if I kisse such Eccho ey kisse such Yea but most Ladyes haue disdainefull mindes to refuse such Eccho fewe such In what space shall I know whether her loue resteth in honour Eccho in one hower Oh for such a sweet hower my life of howers will I pray then Eccho ayo then Then if I finde as I would more bold to vrge her I may be so Eccho be so But if she do refuse then woe to th' atempter Eccho attempt her She will proudly refuse and speakes in iest neuer Eccho euer So though still she refuse she speakes in iest euer Eccho euer Then such as these bee the true best signes to seeke out such Eccho seeke out such Such will I seeke but what shall I do when I first shall attempt her Eccho tempt her How shall I tempt her-eare she stand on termes of her honor Eccho on her Oh might I come to that I thinke it is euen so Eccho t is euen so Strongly to tempt and moue at first is surely the best then Eccho the best then What when they do repugne yet cry not forth will they do then Eccho do then With such a blunt proeme Ladies shall I moue neuer Eccho euer I must waite at an inche on such Nymphes whom I regard so Eccho guarde so Those whom in hart I loue my faith doth firmely deserue such Eccho serue such Then to become their slaues is no great dishonor Eccho honor But to the muses first I will recommend her Eccho commende her They that pittie louers i' st good if I prayse such Eccho ey prayse such If that I write their prayse by my verse shall they liue neuer Eccho euer If thy wordes be true with thankes take adew then Eccho adew then CARMEN ANACREONTIVM ODE 17. Reueale sweet muse this secrette Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumph in glorie Where others talke of eagles Searching the Sunne with quick-sighi With eyes in brightnesse pearsaunte Parthenophe my sweet Nymphe With sight more quicke then eagles With eyes more cleare and pearsaunte And which exceedes all eagles Whose influence giues more heate Then Sunne in Cancer tropique With proude imperious glaunces Subdewing all beholders Which gaze vpon their brightnesse Shall triumphe ouer that sence Reueale sweet muse this secret Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumph in glorie Where some of heauenly Nectar The tastes cheefe comfort talke of For pleasure and sweet relish Where some coelestiall Syrroppes And sweet Barbarian spices For pleasauntnesse commend most Parthenophe my sweet Nymphe With lippes more sweet then Nectar Containing much more comfort Then all coelestiall Syrroppes And which exceedes all spices On which none can take surfet Shall triumphe ouer that sence Reueale sweet muse this secret Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumphe in glorie Where some Panchaian incense And riche