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A17454	Alcilia Philoparthens louing folly. To which is added Pigmalions image. With the loue of Amos and Laura. And also epigrammes by Sir I.H. and others. Neuer before imprinted.	I. C.; Chalkhill, John, fl. 1600, attributed name.; Clapham, John, b. 1566, attributed name.; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. Metamorphosis of Pigmalions image. Selections.; Page, Samuel, 1574-1630.; Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.	1613 (1613)	STC 4275; ESTC S104856	30,908	102

state Voide of all hope of helpe or ease of paine For dayes of ioy must still be short with me And nights of sorrow must prolonged be XLV Sleepe now my Muse and henceforth take thy rest VVhich all too long thy selfe in vaine hast wasted Let it suffice I still must liue opprest And of my paine the fruit must ne'er be tasted Then sleepe my Muse Fate cannot be withstood It's better sleepe then wake and doe no good XLVI VVhy shold I loue since she doth proue vngrateful Since for reward I reape nought but disdaine Loue thus to be requited it is hatefull And Reason would I should not loue in vaine Yet all in vaine when all is out of season For Loue hath no societie with Reason XLVII Harts-ease and I haue beene at ods too long I follow fast but still he Hyes from mee I sue for grace and yet sustaine the wrong So gladly would I reconciled bee Loue make vs one so shalt thou worke a wonder Vniting them that were so farre asunder XLVIII Vncouth vnkist our auncient Poet said And he that hides his wants when hee hath neede May after haue his want of wit bewraid And faile of his desire when others speede Then boldly speake the worst is at first entring Much good successe men misse for lack of ventring XLIX Declare thy griefes wherewith thou art opprest And let the world be witnesse of thy woes Let not thy thoughts lye buryed in thy brest But let thy tongue thy discontents disclose For who conceales his paine when he is grieued May well be pittied but no way relieued L. VVretched is hee that louing sets his hart On her whose loue from pure affection swerued VVho doth permit each one to haue a part Of that which none but he alone deserueth Giue all or none For once of this be sure Lordship and Loue no partners may endure LI. VVho spends the weary day in pensiue thought And night in dreames of horror and affright Whose welth is want whose hope is come to nought Himselfe the marke for Loue and Fortunes spight Let him appeare if any such there bee His case and mine most fitly will agree LII Faire tree but fruitlesse sometimes full of sap VVhich now yeelds nought at all that may delight me Some cruell frost or some vntimely hap Hath made thee barren onely to despite me Such Trees in vaine with hope doe feede desire And serue for fuell to increase Loues fire LIII In company while sad and mute I sit My thoughts else-where then there I seeme to be Possess'd with some deepe Melancholy fit One of my friends obserues the same in me And sayes in iest which I in earnest proue Hee lookes like one that had lost his first Loue. LIIII Twixt Hope and Feare in doubtfull ballance peazed My Fate my Fortune and my Loue depends Sometime my Hope is rais'd when Loue is pleased Which feare weighs down whē ought his wil offends The heauens are somtimes cleer and somtimes lowre And he that loues must tast both sweet and sowre LV. Retyre my wandring thoughts vnto your rest Doe not henceforth consume your selues in vaine No mortall man in all poynts can be blest VVhat now is mine may be anothers paine The watry clouds are cleere when stormes are past And things in their extreames long cannot last LVI The fire of Loue is first bred in the eye And thence conuayes his heate vnto the hart VVhere it lies hid till Time his force descry The tongue thereto addes fuell for his part The touch of lips which doth succeed the same Kindles the rest and so it proues a flame LVII The tender sprigs that sprowted in the field And promis'd hope of fruit to him that planted In stead of fruit doth nought but blossomes yeeld Though care and paine to prune it neuer wanted Euen so my hopes doe nought but blossomes proue And yeeld no fruits to recompence my loue LVIII Though little signe of loue in show appeare Yet thinke true loue of colours hath no neede It 's not the glorious garments which men weare That make them others then they are indeede In meanest show the most affection dwels And richest pearles are found in simplest shels LIX Let not thy tongue thy inward thoughts disclose Or tell the sorrowes that thy heart endures Let no mans eare be witnesse of thy woes Since pittie neyther helpe nor ease procures And onely hee is truely said to mone VVhose griefes none knoweth but himselfe alone LX. A thousand times I curse these idle rimes VVhich doe their makers follies vaine set forth Yet blesse I them againe as many times For that in them I blaze Alcilia's worth Meane while I fare as doth the Torch by night VVhich wastes it selfe in giuing others light LXI Enough of this for all is nought regarded And she not once with my complaints is moued Dye haplesse Loue since thou art not rewarded Yet ere thou dye to witnesse that I loued Report my truth and tell the faire vnkinde That she hath lost what none but she shall finde LXII Louers lament you that haue truely loued For Philoparthen now hath lost his loue The greatest losse that euer Louer proued O let his hard hap some compassion moue VVho had not rued the losse of her so much But that he knowes the world yeelds no more such LXIII Vpon the Ocean of conceited error My weary spirit many stormes haue past VVhich now in harbour free from wonted terror Ioy the possession of their rest at last And henceforth safely they may lye at road And neuer roue for had-I-wist abroad Loues Accusation at the Iudgement-seate of Reason wherein the Authors whole successe in his loue is couertly described IN Reasons Court my selfe being Plaintiffe there Loue was by processe summon'd to appeare That so the wrong which he had done to mee Might be made knowne and all the world might see And seeing rue what to my cost I proued While faithfull but vnfortunate I loued After I had obtained audience I thus began to giue in euidence The Authors Euidence against Loue. MOst sacred Queene and Soueraigne of mans heart Which of the minde doest rule the better part First bred in Heauen and from thence hither sent To guide mens actions by thy regiment Vouchsafe a while to heare the sad complaint Of him that Loue hath long kept in restraint And as to you it properly belongs Grant Iustice of my vndeserued wrongs I 〈◊〉 two yeeres as I remember well Since first this wretch sent from the neather hell To plague the world with new-found cruelties Vnder the shadow of two Christall eyes Betraid my sense and as I slumbring lay Felloniously conuay'd my heart away Which most vniustly he detain'd from me And exercis'd thereon strange tyrannie Sometime his manner was to sport and game With Bry'rs and Thornes to rase and pricke the same Sometime with Nettles of desire to sting it Sometime with Pinsons of despaire to wring it Sometime againe hee would annoynt

Hart. VVhere retchlesse Boy he let the Arrow sticke VVhere I as one amazed senselesse stood The hurt was great yet seemed but a pricke The wound was deepe and yet appear'd no bloud But inwardly it bleedes Proofe teacheth this VVhen wounds doe so the danger greater is Pausing a while and grieued with my wound I look'd about expecting some reliefe Small hope of helpe no ease of paine I found Like all at once to perish in my griefe VVhen hastily I plucked forth the Dart. But left the head fast fixed in my Hart. Fast fixed in my Hart I left the head From whence I doubt it will not be remoued Ah what vnluckie chance that way me lead O Loue thy force thou might'st else-where haue proued And shew'd thy power where thou art not obey'd The Conquest 's small where no resist is made But nought alas auayles it to complaine I rest resolu'd with Patience to endure The Fire being once disperst through euery veyne It is too late to hope for present cure Now Philoparthen must new follyes proue And learne a little what it is to loue These Sonnets following were written by the Author who giueth himselfe this fained name of Philoparthen as his accidentall attribute at diuers times and vpon diuers occasions and therefore in the forme and matter they differ and sometimes are quite contrary one to another considering the nature and qualitie of LOVE which is a Passion full of varietie and contrarietie in it selfe I. VNhappy Eyes that first my Heart betraid Had you not seene my griefe had not bin such And yet how may I iustly you vpbraid Since what I saw delighted me so much But hence alas proceedeth all my smart Vnhappie Eyes that first betray'd my Hart. II. To seeke aduentures as Fate hath assign'd My slender Barke now flotes vpon the Maine Each troubled thought an Oare each sigh a winde VVhos 's often puffes haue rent my Sayles in twaine LOVE steeres the Boat which for that sight he lacks Is still in danger of tenne thousand wracks III. VVhat sodaine chance hath chang'd my wonted VVhich makes me other then I seeme to be chear My dayes of ioy that once were bright and cleare Are turn'd to night my mirth to miserie Ah well I weene that somewhat is amisse But sooth to say I know not what it is IIII. VVhat am I dead Then could I feele no smart But still in me the sense of griefe reuiueth Am I aliue Ah no I haue no heart For she that hath it me of life depriueth Oh that she would restore my heart againe Or giue mee hers to counteruayle my paine V. If it be LOVE to waste long houres in griefe If it be LOVE to wish and not obtaine If it be LOVE to pine without reliefe If it be LOVE to hope and neuer gaine Then may you thinke that he hath truely lou'd VVho for your sake all this and more haue prou'd VI. If ought that in mine Eyes haue done amisse Let them receiue deserued punishment For so the perfect rule of Iustice is Each for his owne deedes should be prais'd or shent Then doubtlesse it is both 'gainst Law and sence My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes offence VII I am not sicke and yet I am not sound I eate and sleepe and yet me thinkes I thriue not I sport and laugh and yet my griefes abound I am not dead and yet me thinkes I liue not What vncouth cause hath these strange passions bred To make at once sicke sound aliue and dead VIII Some thing I want but what I cannot say O now I know it is my selfe I want My Loue with her hath tane my Heart away Yea Heart and all and left me very scant Such power hath LOVE nought but LOVE alone To make diuided Creatures liue in one IX Philo. Come gentle Death strike me with thy dart Life is but loathsome to a man opprest Death How can I kill thee when thou hast no heart That which thou hadst is in anothers breast Philo. Then must I liue and languish still in paine Death Yea till thy Loue restore thy heart againe X. VVere Loue a fire my teares might quench it lightly Or were it water my hot heart might dry it If Ayre then might it passe away more slightly Or were it Earth the world would soone descry it If Fire nor VVater Ayre nor Earth it be VVhat then is it that thus tormenteth me XI To paint her outward shape and gifts of minde It doth exceed my wit and cunning farre She hath no fault but that she is vnkinde All other parts in her so compleate are That who to view them thoughly would deuise Must haue his body nothing else but Eyes XII Faire is my Loue whose parts are so well framed By Natures speciall order and direction That shee her selfe is more then halfe ashamed In hauing made a worke of such perfection And well may Nature blush at such a feature Seeing her selfe excelled in her creature XIII Her bodie is straight slender and vpright Her visage comely and her lookes demure Mixt with a chearfull grace that yeelds delight Her eyes like starres bright shining cleare and pure VVhich I describing Loue bids stay my pen And sayes it 's not a worke for mortall men XIIII The auncient Poets write of Graces three VVhich meeting altogether in one Creature In all points perfect make the same to bee For inward vertues and for outward feature But smile Alcilia and the world shall see That in thine eyes an hundred graces bee XV. As Loue had drawne his Bow ready to shoote Ayming at me with resolute intent Straight Bow and Shaft he cast downe at his foote And said why needlesse should one Shaft be spent I le spare it then and now it shall suffice In stead of Shafts to vse Alciliaes eyes XVI Blush not my Loue for feare least Phoebus spie VVhich if he doe then doubtlesse he vvill say Thou seek'st to dim his clearnesse with thine eye That clearnesse which from East brings gladsome day But most of all least Ioue should see I dread And take thee vp to heauen like Ganymede XVII Philo. VVhat is the cause Alcilia is displeased Lo. Because she wants that which shold most content her Phil. O did I know it soone should she be eased Loue. Perhaps thou dost and that doth most torment her Phil. Yet let her aske what she desires to haue Loue. Gesse by thy selfe for maidens must not craue XVIII My Loue by chance her tender finger pricked As in the darke I striued for a kisse VVhose bloud I seeing offerd to haue licked But halfe in anger she refused this O that she knew the difference of the smart Twixt her prick'd finger and my wounded hart XIX Philo. I pray the tell what makes my hart to tremble VVhen on a sodaine I Alcilia spye Loue. Because thy heart cannot thy ioy dissemble Thy life and death are both lodg'd in her eye Phil. Dost thou not her with self-same passion

time ill spent IIII. VVhat thing is Loue A Tyrant of the minde Begot by heate of youth brought forth by sloth Nurst with vain thoughts changing as the wind A deepe dissembler voyd of faith and troth Fraught with fond errors doubts despite disdaine And all the plagues that earth and hell containe V. Like to a man that wanders all the day Through waies vnknown to seeke a thing of worth And at the night sees he hath gone astray As neare his end as vvhen he first set forth Such is my case whose hope vntimely crost After long errors proues my labour lost VI. Fail'd of that hap whereto my hope aspired Depriu'd of that which might haue bin mine owne Another now must haue that I desired And things too late by their euents are knowne Thus doe vve vvish for that cannot be got And vvhen it may then vve regard it not VII Ingratefull Loue since thou hast plaid thy part Enthralling him vvhom Time hath since made free It rests for me to vse both wit and Art That of my wrongs I may reuenged be And in those eyes where first thou took'st thy fire Thy selfe shalt perish through my cold desire VIII Grieue not thy selfe for that can not be had And things once curelesse let them carelesse rest Blame not thy fortune though thou deeme it bad VVhat 's past and gone can neuer be redrest The onely helpe for that can not be gained Is to forget it might haue beene obtained IX How happy once did I my selfe esteeme VVhile Loue with hope my fond desire did cherish My state as blissefull as a Kings did seeme Had I beene sure my ioyes should neuer perish The thoughts of men are fed with expectation Pleasures themselues are but imagination X. VVhy should we hope for that which is to come VVhere the euent is doubtfull and vnknowne Such fond presumptions soone receiue their doome VVhen things expected we count as our owne VVhose issue oft times in the end proues nought But hope a shadow and an idle thought XI In vaine doe we complaine our life is short VVhich well dispos'd great matters might effect VVhile wee our selues in toyes and idle sport Consume the better part without respect And carelesse as though time should neuer end it Twixt sleepe and waking prodigally spend it XII Youthfull desire is like the Summer season That lasts not long for winter must succeede And so our passions must giue place to reason And riper yeares more ripe effects must breed Of all the seede youth sowed in vaine desires I reaped nought but thistles thornes and bryers XIII To erre and doe amisse is giuen to men by kinde VVho walkes so sure but sometimes treads awry But to continue still in errors blinde A bad and beastiall nature doth descry Who proues not fails not and brings nought to end VVho proues and failes may afterward amend XIIII There was but one and doubtlesse she the best VVhom I did more then all the world esteeme She hauing fail'd I disauow the rest For now I finde things are not as they seeme Default of that wherein our will is crost Oft times vnto our good auaileth most XV. I fare like him who now his land-hope spent By vnknowne Seas sayles to the Indian shore Returning thence no richer then he went Yet cannot much his fortune blame therefore Since who so venters forth vpon the Mayne Makes a good Mart if he returne againe XVI Louers conceits are like a flatt'ring Glasse That makes the lookers fairer then they are VVho pleas'd in their deceit contented passe Such one was mine who thought there was none faire None witty modest vertuous but she Yet now I finde the Glasse abused me XVII Adiew fond Loue the mother of all error Repleate with hope and feare with ioy and paine False fire of fancy full of care and terror Shadow of pleasures fleeting short and vaine Dye loathed loue receiue thy latest doome Night be thy graue Obliuion be thy tombe XVIII VVho so would be rapt vp into the heauens To see a world of strange imaginations VVho carelesse would leaue all at sixe and seauen To wander in a Labyrinth of passions VVho would at once all kindes of folly proue VVhen he hath nought to doe then let him loue XIX VVhat thing is Beautie Natures dearest Minion The snare of youth like the inconstant Moone VVaxing and wayning error of opinion A mornings flower that withereth ere noone A swelling fruit no sooner ripe then rotten Which sicknes makes forlorne and time forgotten XX. The Spring of youth which now is in his prime VVinter of age with hoary frosts shall nip Beautie shall then be made the prey of Time And sower remorse deceitfull pleasures whip Then henceforth let Discretion rule Desire And Reason quench the flame of Cupids fire XXI O what a life vvas that sometime I led VVhen Loue vvith passions did my peace incumber VVhile like a man neyther aliue nor dead I was rapt from my selfe as one in slumber VVhose idle senses charm'd with fond illusion Did nourish that vvhich bred their owne confusion XXII The childe for euer after dreads the fire That once therewith by chance his finger burned VVater of Time distill'd doth coole desire And farre hee ran they say that neuer turned After long stormes I see the Port at last Folly farewell for now my loue is past XXIII Base seruile thoughts of men too much deiected That seek and crouch kneele for womens grace Of vvhom your paine and seruice is neglected Your selues despis'd Riuals before your face The more you sue the lesse you shall obtaine The lesse you win the more shall be your gaine XXIIII In looking backe vnto my follies past VVhile I the present with times past compare And thinke how many houres I then did wast Painting on clouds and building in the ayre I sigh within my selfe and say in sadnes This thing which fooles call Loue is nought but madnes XXV The things we haue we most of all neglect And that we haue not greedily we craue The things we may haue little vve respect And still we couet that we cannot haue Yet howsoe'er in our conceit we prise them No sooner gotten but vve straight despise them XXVI VVho seates his loue vpon a womans will And thinkes thereon to build an happy state Shall be deceiu'd vvhen least he thinkes of ill And rue his folly vvhen it is too late He plowes on sand and sowes vpon the winde That hopes for constant loue in women kinde XXVII I will no longer spend my time in toyes Seeing Loue is error folly and offence An idle fit for fond and retchlesse boyes Or else for men depriu'd of common sense Twixt Lunacy and Loue these ods appeare Th' one makes fools monthly th' other all the yeare XXVIII VVhile season seru'd to sow my plough lay still My Grafts vnset when others Trees did bloome I spent the Spring in sloath and slept my fill But neuer thought of Winters colde to come Till