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Diella certaine sonnets, adioyned to the amorous poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura. By R.L. Gentleman.
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Linche, Richard.
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1596
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STC 17091; ESTC S109750
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Iliads of Diegoes paine Let them be writ in plain-seene lines of glasse To shew how louing he I cruell was Hereat shee pausd tell me sweet sir quoth shee how I might see my deere-embosom'd friend That now if what is past may pardned be vnto his griefes I may impose an end Where-with they both agreed that the next day They would eniourney them without more stay Long were they not Desire still goes on Ice and nere can stay tell that he hath his wish Mens willing mindes each thing doth soone intice to hast to the which they would faine accomplish But that they came as hauing a good guide Vnto the place where they Diego spide Sacred Pymplaides on dip my quill within the holy waters of your spring Infuze into my braine some of your skill that ioyfully of these I now may sing Those Louers now twixt whom late dwelt annoy Swymming in seas of ouer-whelming ioy But pardon mee you Dames of Helycon for thus inuoking your diuinest ayde Which was by me vnworthy call'd vpon at your rare knowledge I am much dismaide My barren-witted braines are all too base To be your sacred learnings resting place Thus of themselues in pleasures extasie these Louers now embrace them in theyr armes Speechlesse they are eye countersixt on eye like two that are coniur'd by magique charmes So close their armes were twin'd so neer they came As if both man and woman were one frame In th' end as doth a Current lately stayd rush mainly forth his long-imprisoned flood So brake out words and thus Dyego sayd what my Gyneura O my harts chiefe good I st possible that thou thy selfe should'st daigne In seeing me to take so wondrous paine Oh speake not of my paine my deerest loue all paine is pleasure that I take for thee Thou that so loyall and so true doost proue might scorne mee now so credulous to be Then sweet Diego let vs now returne And banish all things that might make vs mourne T were infinite to tell of their great gladnes theyr amorous greetings their soules delight Diego now had exil'd griefe and sadnes rauisht with ioy whilst he enioyde her sight Let it suffise they homeward now retire Which suddaine chance both men maids admire Gyneura now delights but in his presence shee cannot once endure him from her sight His loue-ful face is now her soules sole essence and on his face shee dotes both day and night She nere did once disdaine him halfe so much As now she honors him loues force is such Diego now wrapt in a world of pleasure imparadiz'd in hauing his desire Floting in Seas of ioy aboue all measure sought means to mittigate loues burning fire VVho walking with his loue alone one day Discharg'd his minde and thus began to say O faire Gyneura how long wil't be ere safron-robed Hymen doe vnite vs My soule doth long that happy howre to see O let the angry Fates no longer spight vs Lingring delays will teare my greeued hart Let me no longer feele so painefull smart Gyneura which desir'd it as her life tells him that paine shall shortly haue a cure Shortly quoth she I le be thy married wife ty'de in those chaynes which euer wil endure Be patient then and thou shalt plainly see In working it how forward I will be And so she was no time dyd she mispend wherein shee gets not things in readines That might to Hymens rites full fitly tend or once conduce to such theyr happines All things prepar'd these Louers now are chayned In marriage bands in which they long remained These whilst they liu'd did liue in all content contending who should loue each other most To w e pure loue proude Fame her eares down lent and through the world of it doth highly boast O happy he to whom loue comes at last That will restore what hate before did wast Then deerest loue GyneuryZe at the last And I shall soone forget what ere is past AND now farewel when I shal fare but ill flourish ioy whē I shal droope and languish All plentious good awaite vpon thy will whē extreame want shal bring my soule deaths anguish Forced by thee thou mercy-wanting mayd must I abandon this my native soyle Hoping my sorrowes heate will be allayd by absence tyme necessity or toyle So nowe adiew the winds call my depart Thy beauties excellence my rudest quill Shall neuer-more vnto the world impart so that it know thy hate I haue my will And when thou hear'st that I for thee shall perrish Be sorrowfull And henceforth true loue cherrish FINIS Poco senno basta a chi Fortuna suona
proue nor in my hart that any else should dwell Let this suffize my ioy my deere my chiefe My griefes are too too long though letter briefe T was time to ende for floods gusht out amaine out came the springtide of his brinish teares VVhich whatsoere hee writ blot out againe all blubred so to send it scarce hee dares And yet hee did goe thou quoth hee vnto her And for thy maister treate sollicite woo her And pray thee if thy Fortune be so good as to be viewd by sunshine of her eyes Bid her take heede in spilling guiltlesse blood tell her there 's danger in such cruelties VVith this hee gaue it to the messenger Who making speed in short time brought it her Shee when shee heard from whom the Letter came returnes it backe againe and straight replied My friend quoth she hadst thou not told his name perhaps thy Letter had not beene denied VVhereat shee paus'd but yet I le see quoth shee With what perswading termes he flatters mee T was quickly read God knowes it was but short griefe would not let the wryter tedious be Nor would it suffer him fit words to sort but pens it chaos-like confusedly Yet had it passion to haue turn'd hard stones To liquid moisture if they heard his moanes But cruell shee more hard then any flint worse then a Tygresse of Hyrcania Would not be mou'd nor could his lines take print in her hard hurt so cruell was Gyneura Shee which once lou'd him deerly too too well Now hates him more then any tongue can tell Oh Nature chiefest Mother of vs all why did you giue such apt-beleeuing harts To women-kind that thus poore men inthrall and will not dulie waie true loues desarts O had their harts been like vnto their face They sure had been of some celestiall race Shee pittiles sends backe to Dom Diego and sayes his words cannot inchant her hart Vlisses-like shee will not heare Calypso nor lend her eares to such intising arte Bid him quoth she froÌ„ henceforth cease to write Tell him his Letters agrauate my spight Full heauie newes it was to stainelesse loue to him that had enshrin'd her in his thought And in his hart had honor'd her aboue the world to whoÌ„ all else saue her seem'd nought Nay vnto him whose person wit and faire Might surely with the best make iust compare But blinded as shee was shee steemes him not hate and disdaine doe neuer brooke respect Shee did not knowe that beauties foulest blot consisted in true-louing hâ—rts neglect No she more stubborne theÌ„ the North-east wind VVould not admit such knowledge in her mind Let those who guiltlesslie haue felt disdaine whose faithfull loue hath beene repaid with hate Giue rightfull iudgement of Diegoes paine who bought his fauours at the highest rate This newes such pleasure in his soule had bred As hath the thiefe that hearts his iudgement read After some time hee writes againe vnto her hee could not thinke shee would perseuer so But when hee sawe her aunswere like the other hee then surceas'd to send her any moe But did resolue to seeke some vncouth place VVhere he might vnfound out bewaile his case Thinking indeede shee by his absence might at length intenerate her flintfull hart And metamorphize her conceaued spight into true loue regardaunt of his smart Hee seekes all meanes poore Louer how to gaine His rigorous Lady from such fell disdaine At last hee calls to mind the Pyren Mountaines those far-fam'd woody hills of wealthy Spaine Which for wild Beasts siluer visag'd Fountaines hath got the praise of all that there remaine Hether postes Dom Diego fraught with griefe Hoping those woods would yield him some reliefe VVhere being come all Pilgrim-like attir'd hee pryes about to see if hee could finde Some house-like Caue for rest hee much desir'd his body now was wearie as his minde O Gods quoth hee if youth finde such distresse VVhat hope haue I of future happines VVith that hee sees a Rocke made like a Cabin all tapistred with Natures mossie greene VVrought in a frizled guise as it had been made for Napaea Mountaines chiefest Queene At mouth of which grew Cedars Pines Firs And at the top grew Maple Yough and Poplers So heere quoth hee I le rest my wearied bodie in thee delightfull place of Natures building VVill I erect a griefe-fram'd Monasterie where night day my prayers I le ne're cease yielding To thee my decre no other Saint I haue Oh lend thine eares to him that his hart gaue Two dayes were spent in this so pleasant seate this stone-built Pallace of the King content Before Diego tasted any meate or once did drinke more then his eyes had lent O irresisted force of purest Loue Whom paines thirst hunger can no whit remoue Sometimes when as he scans her crueltie feeles his paines like Hydreas head increasing Hee wisht the Scithian Anthropophagie did haunt these woods that liue by mans flesh eating Or else the Thracian Bessi so renound For cruell murdring whom in woods they found That so the Gordyon knot of his paine indissoluble e're whiles he did lyue Might be vntide when as his hart were slaine when he ô restfull time shold cease to grieue But yet the Sisters kept his vitall breath They would not let him dye so base a death Some other times when as he waies her beautie her Venus-stayning face so wondrous faire Hee then doth thinke to waile t is but his dutie sith caus'd by her that is without compaire And in this moode vnto high Ioue hee prayes And praying so hee thus vnto him sayes Great Gouernour of wheele-resembling Heauen commaund thy vnder Princes to mayntaine Those heaueÌ„ly parts which to my loue th 'aue giuen ô let her ne're feele death or deaths fell paine And first vpon thy Sister lay thy mace Bid her maintayne my Loues maiestick grace Inioyne the strange-borne mother-lesse Mynerua and her to whom the fomie Sea was Mother Still to vphold their giftes in my Gyneura let wit and beautie lyue vnited with her With sweete mouth'd Pytho I may not suspence Great Goddesse still increase her eloquence Thou musicall Apollo gau'st her hand and thou her feete great Sun-Gods deerest loue To such your rare-knowne gyfts all gracious stand and now at last this doe I craue great Ioue That when they dye perhaps they dye aboue Thou wilt bequeath these gyfts vnto my Loue. On euery neighbour Tree on euery stone hee durst not far range from his secure Caue VVould he cut out the cause of all his moane and curiouslie with greatest skill ingraue There needed no Leontius his Art Griefe carueth deepest if it come from th' hart VVhen some stone would not impression take hee straight compares it to his Mistris hart But stay quoth he my working teares shall make thee penetrable with the least-skil'd art Oh had my teares such force to pierce her mind These sorrowes I should loose and new ioyes find Thou euer-memorable stone quoth