sing Be blessed for sweete Loue 's a happie thing Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne Thy true vnspeakable fidelitie Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie Loue thee alone I will and loue none other And if thou find not my loues secrecie Heart faâ—oting thee then do thou Fancie smother Hath all the world such a true Bird as I Wonne to this fauour by my constancie Till that leane fleshles cripple pale-fac'd Death Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath Hath any loue such a firme constant heart It is thine owne vnlesse thou keepe it still Vndone shall I be cleane against my will Time shall tell thee how well I loue thee Time the true proportioner of things Shall in the end shew my affection Tell thee from whence all these my passions spring Thee honoring that of loue haue made election How often I haue made my offerings Well knowne to Venus and her louely sonne I to the wide world shall my passions runne Loue is a Lord of hearts a great Commander Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender Most deuine and sacred Haue I found your loue vnspotted Most reuerend Mistris honor of mine eie Deuine most holy in religious loue And Lord it selfe of my hearts emperiâ— Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue Haue in remembrance what affection willeth I it reuiues the mind and the mind killeth Found haue I written in your skie-like brow Your neuer ceasing kind humilitie Loue for your sake to me hath made a vow Vnspotted shall I find your constancie And without staine to thy pure stainlesse beautie Shall my hearts bosome offer vp his dutie The want of thee is death to me The day shall be all night and night all day Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light Of a blacke darknesse before thy loue will stay Thee from thy pleasure of thy hearts delight Is not Affection nurse to long Delay Deaths Messenger that barres me from thy sight To be in absence is to burne in fire Me round enwrapping with hot Loues desire I loue to be beloued I do acknowledge of all constant pure Loue is my true thoughts herrald and I le sing To be of thy thoughts closet firme and sure Be the world still thy vertues deifying Beloued of the most yet most of many Affirme my deare thou art belou'd of any I scorne if I be scorned I being not belou'd by my affection Scorne within my thoughts such bad disgrace If thou of me do make thy firme election I to none other loue will giue my place Be thou my Saint my bosomes Lord to proue Scorned of all I le be thy truest loue The heart 's in paine that loues in vaine The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued Hearts anguish and sad lookes may testifie In night they sleepe not and in day perplexed Paine of this sorrow makes them melancholy That in disdaine their silly minds are vexed Loues terror is so sharpe so strong so mightie In all things vnresistable being aliue Vaine he resists that gainst loues force doth striue What greater ioy can be then this Where loue enioyes each louers wish What may we count the world if loue were dead Greater in woe then woe it selfe can be Ioy from mans secret bosome being fled Cannot but kill the heart immediatly Because by ioy the heart is nourished Then entertaine sweete loue within thy brest This motion in the end will make thee blest Where two harts are vnited all in one Loue like a King a Lord a Soueraigne Enioyes the throne of blisse to sit vpon Each sad heart crauing aid by Cupid slaine Louers be merrie Loue being dignified Wish what you will it shall not be denied Finis quoth R. Chester HEREAFTER FOLLOVV DIVERSE Poeticall Essaies on the former Subiect viz the Turtle and Phoenix Done by the best and chiefest of our moderne writers with their names subscribed to their particular workes neuer before extant And now first consecrated by them all generally to the loue and merite of the true-noble Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori MDCI. INVOCATIO Ad Apollinem Pierides GOod Fate faire Thespian Deities And thou bright God whose golden Eies Serue as a Mirrour to the siluer Morne When in the height of Grace she doth adorne Her Chrystall presence and inuites The euer-youthfull Bromius to delights Sprinckling his sute of Vâ—rt with Pearle And like a loose enamour'd Girle Ingles his cheeke which waxing red with shame Instincts the senslesse Grapes to do the same Till by his sweete reflection fed They gather spirit and grow discoloured To your high influence we commend Our following Labours and sustend Our mutuall palmes prepar'd to gratulate An honorable friend then propagate With your illustrate faculties Our mentall powers Instruct vs how to rise In weighty Numbers well pursu'd And varied from the Multitude Be lauish once and plenteously profuse Your holy waters to our thirstie Muse That we may giue a Round to him In a Castalian boule crown'd to the brim Vatum Chorus To the worthily honor'd Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie NOblest of minds here do the Muses bring Vnto your safer iudgements tast Pure iuice that flow'd from the Pierian springs Not filch'd nor borrow'd but exhaust By the flame-hair'd Apollos hand And at his well-obseru'd command For you infusde in our retentiue braine â—s now distild thence through our quilles againe Value our verse as you approue the worth And thinke of what they are create No Mercenarie hope did bring them forth They tread not in that seruile Gate But a true Zeale borne in our spirites Responsible to your high Merites And an Inuention freer then the Times These were the Parents to our seuerall Rimes Wherein Kind Learned Enuious al may view That we haue writ worthy our selues and you Vatum Chorus The first THe siluer Vault of heauen hath but one Eie And that 's the Sunne the foule-maskt-Ladie Night Which blots the Cloudes the white Booke of the Skie But one sicke Phoebe feuer-shaking Light The heart one string so thus in single turnes The world one Phoenix till another burnes The burning SVppose here burnes this wonder of a breath In righteous flames and holy-heated fires Like Musicke which doth rapt it selfe to death Sweet'ning the inward roome of mans Desires So she wast's both her wings in pâ—teous strife The flame that eates her seedes the others life Her rare-dead ashes fill a rare-liue vrne One Phoenix borne another Phoenix burne Ignoto
idolatrize Ore the wide world my loue-layes I le be sending My loue-layes in my Loues praise alwayes written Heart-comfortable motions still attending Your beautie and your vertuous zeale commending Eyes that no frosts-cold-rage hath euer bitten Do you then thinke that I in Loues hot fire Idolatrize and surphet in desire 7. I had rather loue though in vaine that face Then haue of any other grace I being forc'd to carrie Venus shield Had rather beare a Phoenix for my crest Rather then any bird within the field Loue tels me that her beautie is the best Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie That will not cause my bird that is so rare Face all the world for her rarietie Then who with her for honor may compare Haue we one like her for her pride of beautie Of all the feathered Quier in the aire Any but vnto her do owe their dutie Other may blaze but I will alwaies say Grace whom thou list she beares the palme away 8. What euer fall I am at call What thunder stormes of enuie shall arise Euer to thee my heart is durable Fall fortunes wheele on me to tyrrannize I will be alwayes found inexorable Am I not then to thee most stable At morne midnight and at mid-dayes sunne Call when thou wilt my deare to thee I le runne 9. I had rather loue though in vaine that face Then haue of any other grace I now do wish my loue should be relieued Had I my thoughts in compasse of my will Rather then liue and surfeit being grieued Loue in my breast doth wondrous things fulfill Though loues vnkindnesse many men do kill In her I trust that is my true sworne louer Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues smother That she is faire Nature her selfe alloweth Face full of beauty eyes resembling fire Then my pure hart to loue thy hart still voweth Haue me in fauour for my good desire Of holy loue Loues Temple to aspire Anâ— but thee my thoughts will here require Other sweet motions now I will conceale Grace these rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale 10. Disgrace not me in louing thee Disgrace be banisht from thy heauenly brow Not entertained of thy piercing eie Me thy sweete lippes a sweet touch will allow In thy faire bosome would I alwayes lie Louing in such a downe-bed to be placed Thee for to please my selfe for euer graced 11. I had rather loue though in vaine that face Then haue of any other grace I liue enricht with giâ—ts of great content Had my desires the guerdon of good will Rather then taste of Fortunes fickle bent Loue bids me die and scorne her witlesse skill Though Loue command Despaire doth stil attend Iâ— hazard proues oft times but doubtfull end Vaine is the loue encountred with denayes That yeelds but griefe where grace should rather grow Face full of furie voide of curteous praise Then since all loue consists of weale and woe Haue still in mind that loue deserues the best Of heaâ—ts the touchstone inward motions louing Any that yeelds the fruite of true-loues rest Other I loue vnworthie of commending Grac'd with bare beautie beautie most offending 12. My selfe and mine are alwayes thine My care to haue my blooming Rose not wither Selfe-louing Enuie shall it not denie And that base weed thy growth doth seeke to hinder Mine hands shall pull him vp immediatly Are they not enuious monsters in thine eie Alwayes with vaine occasions to inclose Thine euer growing beautie like the Rose 13. The darting of your eies may heale or wound Let not empiring lookes my heart confound The ey-bals in your head are Cupids fire Darting such hot sparkles at my brest Of force I am enthrald and do desire Your gracious loue to make me happie blest Eyes lippes and tongue haue caused my vnrest May I vnto the height of grace aspire Heale my sicke heart with loues great griefe opprest Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld such fuell Wound me to death and so be counted cruell Let the wide ope-mouth'd world slaunder the guiltie Not my dead Phoenix that doth scorne such shame Empiring honor blots such infamie Lookes dart away the blemish of that name My thoughts prognosticate thy Ladies pittie Hearts-ease to thee this counsell will I giue Confound thy foes but let true louers liue 14. You are my ioy be not so coy You best belou'd you honor of delight Are the bright shining Starre that I adore My eyes like Watchmen gaze within the night Ioy fils my heart when you do shine before Be not disgrasiue to thy friend therefore Too glorious are thy lookes to entertaine Coy thoughts fell peeuish deeds our base disdaine 15. For you I die being absent from mine eye For all the holy rites that Venus vseth You I coniure to true obedience I offer faith which no kind hart refuseth Die periur'd Enuie for thy late offence Being enamored of rich Beauties pride Absent I freeze in Winters pining cold From thee I sit as if thou hadst denide My loue-sicke passions twentie times retold Eye-dazling Mistris with a looke of pittie Grace my sad Song and my hearts pining Dittie 16. Send me your heart to ease my smart Send but a glaunce of amours from thine eie Me will it rauish with exceeding pleasure Your eye-bals do enwrap my destinie Heart sicke with sorrow sorrow out of measure To thinke vpon my loues continuall â—olly Ease thou my paine from pitties golden treasure My griefe proceeds from thee and I suppose Smart of my smart will my lifes bloud inclose 17. Seeing you haue mine let me haue thine Seeing my passions are so penetrable You of all other should be pittifull Haue mind of me and you 'le be fauourable Mine hart doth tell me you are mercifull Let my harts loue be alwayes violable Me haue you found in all things dutifull Haue me in fauour and thy selfe shalt see Thine and none others will I all wayes be 18. Within thy brest my hart doth rest Within the cirâ—uit of a Christall spheare Thy eyes are plast and vnderneath those eyes Brest of hard flint eares that do scorne to heare My dayes sad gronings and night waking cries Hart sore sicke passions and Loues agonies Doth it become thy beauty no a staine Rests on thy bright brow
alter'd Loue to be so rude Thoughts keepe me waking Thoughts like the ayrie puffing of the wind Keepe a sweet faining in my Loue-sicke brest Me still assuring that thou art most kind Waking in pleasure sleeping sure in rest That no sleepes dreamings nor no waking cries To our sweet louing thoughts sweet rest denies Seeing that my hart made choise of thee Then frame thy selfe to comfort me Seeing Loue is pleas'd with Loues enamor'd ioyes That Fortune cannot crosse sweet Cupids will My Loues content not with fond wanton toyes Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindnesse kill Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill Choise now is fram'd to further all annoyes Of all sweete thoughts of all sweete happie rest Thee haue I chose to make me three times blest Then let our holy true aspiring loue Frame vs the sweetest musicke of Desire Thy words shall make true concord and remoue Selfe-will it selfe for Venus doth require To be acquainted with thy beauties fire Comfort my heart for comfort tels me this Me hast thou chose of all to be thy blisse My heart is bound to fauour thee Then yeeld in time to pittie me My Phoenix hath two starre-resembling Eyes Heart full of pittie and her smiling looke Is of the Sunnes complexion and replies Bound for performance by faire Venus booke To faithfulnesse which from her nurse she tooke Fauour in her doth spring in vertuous praise Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise Then in performance of this gracious right Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight Time shall from time to time to thee discoâ—er To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart Me promising to cure a curelesse smart I ioy to find a constant mind I am encompast round about with ioy Ioy to enioy my sweete for she protesteth To comfort me that languish in annoy Find ease if any sorrow me molesteth A happie maâ— that such a loue possesseth Constant in words and alwayes vowes to loue me Mind me she will but yet she dares not proue me My heart by hope doth liue Desire no ioy doth giue My loue and dearest life to thee I consecrate Heart of my hearts deare treasure for I striue By thy deuinenesse too deuine to nominate Hope of approued faith in me must thriue Doth not the God of Loue that 's most deuine Liue in thy bosomes closet and in mine Desire to that vnspeakable delight No sharpe conceited wit can nere set downe Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-sight Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne Giue thou the onset and the foe will flie Amazed at thy great commanding beautie Death shall take my life away Before my friendship shall decay Death that heart-wounding Lord sweet louers foe Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete Take them into thy hand and worke my woe My woe that thy minds anguish will regreet Life hart ioy greeting and all my pleasure Away are gone and fled from my deare treasure Before one staine shal blot thy scarlet die My bloud shall like a fountaine wash the place Friendship it selfe knit with mortality Shall thy immortall blemish quite disgrace Decay shall all the world my Loue in thee Shall liue vnstain'd vntoucht perpetually Let truth report what hart I beare To her that is my dearest deare Let not foule pale-fac'd Enuy be my foe Truth must declare my spotlesse loyalty Report vnto the world shall plainely show What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee Hart fram'd of perfect Loues sincerity I cannot flatter this I plainely say Beare with false words I le beare the blame away To change in loue is a base simple thing Her name will be ore stain'd with periuâ—y That doth delight in nothing but dissembling Is it not shame so for to wrong faire beauty My true approued toung must answer I Dearest beware of this and learne of me Deare is that Loue combin'd with Chastity Seene hath the eye chosen hath the hart Firme is the faith and loth to depart Seene in all learned arts is my beloued Hath anie one so faire a Loue as I The stony-hearted sauage hath she moued Eye for her eye tempts blushing chastitie Chosen to make their nine a perfect ten Hath the sweet Muses honored her agen The bright-ey'd wandring world doth alwaies seeke Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee Firme trust pure thoughts a mind that 's alwayes meeke Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie The honor of our age the onely faire Faiths mistris and Truths deare adopted heire And those that do behold thy heauenly beautie Loth to forsake thee spoile themselues with gazing To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie Depart they will not but with sad amazing To dimme their ey-sight looking gainst the sunne Whose hot reflecting beames will neare be donne No woe so great in loue not being heard No plague so great in loue being long deferd No tongue can tell the world my hearts deepe anguish Woe and the minds great perturbation So trouble me that day and night I languish Great cares in loue seeke my destruction In all things gracious sauing onely this Loue is my foe that I account my blisse Not all the world could profer me disgrace Being maintained fairest faire by thee Hard-fortune shall thy seruant nere outface No stormes of Discord should discomfort me Plague all the world with frownes my Turtle-doâ—â— So that thou smile on me and be my loue Great Mistris matchlesse in thy soueraigntie In lue and recompence of my affection Loue me againe this do I beg of thee Being bound by Cupids kind direction Long haue I su'd for grace yet stil I find Deferd I am by her that 's most vnkind And if my loue shall be releeu'd by thee My heart is thine and so account of me And yet a stedfast hope maintaines my hart If anie fauour fauourably proceede My deare from thee the curer of my smart Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st râ—liefe By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth Heart freed from any one then freed from many Is it not base to change yea so they say Thine owne confession
loue denies delay And by the high imperiall seate of Iouâ— So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare Account I must of thee my Turtlâ—-doâ—e Of thee that Times long memorie shall outweâ—re Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying To promise any hope on thee relying My passions are a hell and death to me Vnlesse you feele remorce and pitie me My sweetest thoughts sweet loue to thee I send Passions deeply ingrafted vnremouable Are my affections and I must commend A stedfast trust in thee most admirable Hell round enwraps my bodie by disdaine And then a heauen if thou loue againe Death haunts me at the heeles yet is affraid To touch my bosome knowing thou lou'st me Me sometimes terrifying by him bâ—traid Vnlesse sweete helpfull succour come from thee You well I know the honor of mine eie Feele some remorcefull helpe in miserie Remorce sits on thy brow triumphantly And smiles vpon my face with gentle cheere Pittie loues gracious mother dwâ—ls in thee Me fauouring abandoning base feare Death is amazed viewing of thy beautie Thinking thy selfe perfect eternitie My purest loue doth none but thee adore My beartie thoughts arâ— ' thine I loue no more My comfortable sweete approued Mistris Purest of all the pure that nature framed Loue in the height of all our happinesse Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named None can giue forth thy constancie approued But I that tride thy faith my best beloued Thee in the temple of faire Venus shrine Adore I must and kneele vpon my knee My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine Heartie in kindnesse yeelding vnto me Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest Are fled and lodge in some vnquiet brest Thine euer vnremou'd and still kept word I pondred oftentimes within my mind Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford None other grace but that which I did find More comfortable did this sound in mine eare Then sweete releasement to a man in feare I do resolue to loue no loue but thee Therefore be kind and fauour none but me I sometime sitting by my selfe alone Do meditate of things that are ensuing Resolue I do that thou must end my mone To strengthen Loue if loue should be declining Loue in thy bosome dwels and tels me still No enuious stormes shall thwart affections will Loue hath amaz'd the world plac'd in thy brow But yet slauish disdaine seekes for to crosse Thee and my selfe that haue combin'd our vow Therefore that monster cannot worke our losse Be all the winds of Anger bent to rage Kind shalt thou find me thus my hart I gage And from my faith that 's vnremoueable Fauour be seated in thy maiden eie None can receiue it loue more acceptable But I my selfe waiting thy pittying mercie Me hast thou made the substance of delight By thy faire sunne-resembling heauenly sight Ah quoth she but where is true Loue Where quoth he where you and I loue I quoth she were thine like my loue Why quoth he as you loue I loue Ah thou imperious high commaunâ—ing Lord Quoth he to Cupid gentle god of Loue He that I honor most will not accord But striues against thy Iustice from aboue Where I haue promist faith my plighted word Is quite refused with a base reproue True louing honour this I onely will thee Loue thy true loue or else false loue will kill me Where shall I find a heart that 's free from guile Quoth Faithfulnesse within my louers brest He at these pleasing words began to smile Where Anguish wrapt his thoughts in much vnrest You did with pretie tales the time beguile And made him in conceited pleasure blest I grac'd the words spoke with so sweet a tong Loue being the holy burden of your song I grac'd your song of Loue but by the way Quoth true Experience sit and you shall see She will enchaunt you with her heauenly lay Were you fram'd all of heauenly Pollicie Thine eares should drinke the poison of Delay Like as I said so did it proue to be My Mistris beautie grac'd my Mistris song Loue pleasd more with her Eyes then with her Tong. Why then in deepenesse of sweete Loues delight Quoth she the perfect Mistris of Desire He that I honor most bard from my sight As a bright Lampe kindles Affections fire You Magicke operations worke your spight Loue to the mountaine top of will aspires I chalenge all in all and this I sing Loue is a holy Saint a Lord a King Ah Loue where is thy faith in sweete loue Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue Else let my heart be plagu'd with false loue Why art thou strange to me my Deare Not strange when as I loue my deare But thou esteem'st not of thy deare Yes when I know my dearest deare Why is my Loue so false to me My loue is thine if thou lou'st me Thee I loue else none contents me If thou lou'st me it not repents me Ah quoth he wher 's faith in sweete loue Why quoth she conioynd in true loue Ah quoth he I hope of thy loue Else quoth she I le die a false loue Ah my Deare why dost thou kill me No my deare Loue doth not will me Then in thine armeâ— thou shalt enfould me I my deare there thou shalt hold me And holding me betweene thine armes I shall embrace sweete Louers Charmes Though death from life my bodie part Yet neare the lesse keepe thou my hart Though some men are inconstant fond and â—ickle Deaths asâ—ie count'nance shall not alter me From glasse they take their substance being brittle Life Heart and Hand shall awaies fauour thee My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie Bodie conioyn'd with bodie free from strife Part not in sunder till we part our life Yet my soules life to my deare lifes concluding Nere let Absurditie that villaine theefe The monster of our time mens praise deriding Lesse in perseuerance of small knowledge chiefe Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe My lines are thine then tell Absurditie Hart of my deare shall blot his villanie Where hearts agree no strife can be Where faithfulnesse vnites it selfe with loue Hearts pin'd with sorrow cannot disagree Agree they must of force for from aboue No wind oppressing mischiefe may we see Strife is quite banisht from our companie Can I be sad no Pleasure bids me
THE Anuals of great Brittaine OR A MOST EXCELlent Monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this Kingdome to the satisfaction both of the Vniuersities or any other place stirred with Emulation of long continuance Excellently figured out in a worthy Poem LONDON Printed for MATHEW LOWNES 1611. ROSALINS COMPLAINT METAPHORIcally applied to Dame Nature at a Parliament held in the high Star-chamber by the Gods for the preseruation and increase of Earths beauteous Phoenix A Solemne day of meeting mongst the Gods And royall parliament there was ordained The heauenly Synod was at open ods And many harts with earthly wrongs were pained Some came to craue excuse some to complaine Of heauie burdend griefes they did sustaine Vesta she told her Temple was defiled Iuno how that her nuptiall knot was broken Venus from her sonne Cupid was exiled And Pallas trâ—e with ignorance was shoken Bellora rau'd at Lordlike cowardice And Cupid that fond Ladies were so nice To this Assembly came Dame Nature weeping And with her handkercher through wet with teares She dried her rosie cheekes made pale with sighing Hanging her wofull head head full of feares And to Ioues selfe plac'd in a golden seate She kneeld her downe and thus gan to intreate Thou mightie Imperator of the earth Thou euer-liuing Regent of the aire That to all creatures giu'st a liuely breath And thundrest wrath downe from thy firie chaire Behold thy handmaid king of earthly kings That to thy gracious sight sad tidings brings 〈◊〉 â—are rich Phoenix of exceeding beautie 〈◊〉 like Lillie in the earth I placed 〈…〉 to whom men owe dutie 〈◊〉 countrey with a milke-white Doue I graced Oâ—e and none such since the wide world was found Hath euer Nature placed on the ground Head Her head I framed of a heauenly map Wherein the seuenfold vertâ—es were enclosed When great Apollo slept within my lap And in my bosome had his rest reposed I cut away his locks of purest gold And plac'd them on her head of earthly mould Haire When the least whistling wind begins to sing And gently blowes her haire about her necke Like to a chime of bels it soft doth ring And with the pretie noise the wind doth checke Able to lull asleepe a pensiue hart That of the round worlds sorrowes beares a part Fâ—râ—â—ead Her forehead is a place for princely Ioâ—e To â—it and censure matters of import â— Wherein men reade the sweete conceipts of Loue To which hart-pained Louers do resort And in this â—ablet find to cure the wound For which no salue or herbe was euer found Eyes Vnder this mirrour are her princely eyes Two Carbuncles two rich imperiall lights That ore the dâ—y and night do soueraignize And their dimme tapers to their rest she frights Her eyes excell the Moone and glorious Sonne And when she riseth al their force is donne Cheekes Her morning-coloured cheekes in which is plac'd A Lillie lying in a bed of Roses This part aboue all other I haue grac'd For in the blew veines you may reade sweet posies When she doth blush the Heauens do wax â—ed When she lookes pale that heauenly Front is dead Chinne Her chinne a litle litle pretie thing In which the sweet carnatian Gelli-flower Is round encompast in a christall ring And of that pretie Orbe doth beare a power No storme of Enuie can this glorie touch Though many should assay it ouermuch Lippes Her lippes two rubie Gates from whence doth spring Sweet honied deâ—w by an intangled kisse From forth these glories doth the Night-bird sing A Nightingale that no right notes will â—isse True learned Eloquence and Poetrie Do come betwene these dores of excellencie Tâ—eth Her teeth are hewed from rich crystal Rockes Or from the Indian pearle of much esteem These in a closet her deep counsell lockes And are as porters to so faire â— Queâ—ne They taste the diet of th◠〈◊〉 traine Other base grosâ—enesse they do still disdaine Tongue Her tongue the vtterer of all glorious things The siluer clapper of that golden bell That neuer â—oundeth but to mightie Kings And when she speakes her speeches do excell He in a happie chaire himselfe doth place Whose name with her sweet tongue she means to grace Necke Her necke is Vestas siluer conduict pipe In which she powers perfect chastitie And of the muskie grapes in sommer ripe She makes a liquor of ratietie That dies this swanne-like piller to a white More glorious then the day with all his light â—râ—astes Her breasts two crystall orbes of whitest white Two little mounts from whence lifes comfort springs Betweene those hillockes Cupid doth delight To sit and play and in that valley sings Looking loue-babies in her wanton eyes That all grosse vapours thence doth chasâ—esize Armes Her armes are branches of that siluer tree That men surname the rich Hâ—sperides A precious circling shew of modestie When she doth spread these glories happines Ten times ten thousand blessings he doth â—aste Whose circled armes shall cling about her waste Hands Her hands are fortunes palmes where men may reade His first houres destiny or weale or woe When she this sky-like map abroad doth spreade Like pilgrimes many to this Saint do go And in her hand white hand they there do see Loue lying in a bed of yuorie Fingâ—rs Her fingers long and small do grace her hand For when she toucheth the sweete sounding Lute The wild vntamed bâ—asts â—maz'd do stand And câ—rroll-chanting birds are sudden mute O fingers how you grace the siluer wires And in humanitie burne Venus fires Bellie Her bellie ô grace incomprehensible Far whiter then the milke-white lillie flower O might Arabian Phoenix come inuisible And on this mountaine build a glorâ—ous bower Then Sunne and Moone as tapers to her bed Would light loues Lord to take hâ—r â—aidenhead Nota. Be still my thoughts be silent all yea Muses Wit-flowing eloquence now graâ—e my tongue Arise old Homer and make no excuses Of a rare peecâ— of art must be my song Of more then most and most of all beloued About the which Venus sweete doâ—es haue houered There is a place in louely paradize From whence the golden Gehon ouerflowes A fountaine of such honorable prize That none the sacred sacred vertues knowes Walled about beâ—ok'ning sure defence With trees of life to keepe â—ad errors thence Tâ—ighâ—s Her Thighs two pillers fairer far then faire Two vnderprops of that celestiall house That Mansion that is Iunos siluer chaire In which Ambrosie VENVS doth carouse And in her thighs the prety veines are running Like Christall â—iuers from the maine streames flowing Leggâ—s Her Legges are made as graces to the rest So pretie white and so proportioâ—ate That leades her to loues royall sportiue nest Like to a light bright Angel in her gate For why no creature in the earth but she Is like an Angell Angell let her be Feeâ—e Her Feete now draw I to conclusion Are neat and litle to delight the eye No tearme in all humane inuention
the Prayer GVide thou great Guider of the Sunne and Moone Thou elementall fauourer of the Night My vndeserued wit wit sprong too soone To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right Let Pen Hand Wit and vndeseruing tongue Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song In my poore prayer guide my Hand aright Guide my dull Wit guide all my dulled Senses Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light And from thy Booke of life blot my offences Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue I le make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue A Prayer made for the prosperitie of a siluer coloured Doue applyed to the beauteous Phoenix O Thou great maker of the firmament That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins And on the glorious shining element Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might To him whose heart will praise thee day and night Accept the humble Praiers of that soule That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule And searcheth reines and heart that are within Therefore to thee Iehouah I le begin Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue No mercie but thy mercie me can saue The foule vntamed Lion still goes roring Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring Wherein no Grace to humane fleshâ—s assign'd But thou celestiall Father canst him bind Tread on his head tread Sinne and Sathan downe And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne Thus in acceptance of thy glorious sight I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace Thou art the Doore the Lanthorne and the Light To guide my sinfull feete from place to place And now O Christ I bow before thy face And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue I make my earnest prayer for thy loue Shrowde her ô Lord vnder thy shadowed wings From the worlds enuious malice and deceit That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings And in her way layes a corrupted baite Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height Guide her ô guide her from pernitious foes That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes Wash her O Lord with Hysope and with Thime And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse Behold her O behold her gratious King That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing And as thou leadst through the red coloured waues The hoast of thy elected Israel And from the wrath of Pharoe didsâ— them saue Appointing them within that land to dwell A chosen land a land what did excell So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place Where she Temptations enuie may outface Increase thy gifts bestowed on thy Creature And multiply thy blessings manifold And as thou hast adorned her with nature So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold Let her not wither Lord without increase But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace Amen Amen To those of light beleefe YOu gentle fauourers of excelling Muses And gracers of all Learning and Desart You whose Conceit the deepest worke peruses Whose Iudgements still are gouerned by Art Reade gently what you reade this next conceit Fram'd of pure loue abandoning deceit And you whose dull Imagination And blind conceited Error hath not knowne Of Herbes and Trees true nomination But thinke them fabulous that shall be showne Learne more search much and surely you shall find Plaine honest Truth and Knowledge comes behind Then gently gentle Reader do thou fauour And with a gracious looke grace what is written With smiling cheare peruse my homely labour With Enuies poisoned spitefull looke not bitten So shalt thou cause my willing thought to striue To adde more Honey to my new made Hiue A meeting Dialogue-wise betweene Nature the Phoenix and the Turtle Doue Nature ALl haile faire Phoenix whither art thou flying Why in the hot Sunne dost thou spread thy wings More pleasure shouldst thou take in cold shades lying And for to bathe thy selfe in wholsome Springs Where the woods feathered quier sweetely sings Thy golden Wings and thy breasts beauteous Eie Will fall away in Phoebus royaltie Phoenix O stay me not I am no Phoenix I And if I be that bird I am defaced Vpon the Arabian mountaines I must die And neuer with a poore yong Turtle graced Such operation in me is not placed What is my Beautie but a painted wal My golden spreading Feathers quickly fal Nature Why dost thou shead thy Feathers kill thy Heart Weep out thine Eyes and staine thy golden Face Why dost thou of the worlds woe take a part And in relenting teares thy selfe disgrace Ioyes mirthful Tower is thy dwelling place All Birdes for vertue and excelling beautie Sing at thy reuerend feet in Loue aud Dutie Phoenix O how thou feed'st me with my Beauties praising O how thy Praise sounds from a golden Toung O how thy Toung my Vertues would be raising And raising me thou dost corrupt thy song Thou seest not Honie and Poison mixt among Thou not'st my Beautie with a iealous looke But dost not see how I do bayte my hooke Nature Tell me ô tell me for I am thy friend I am Dame Nature that first gaue thee breath That from Ioues glorious rich seate did descend To set my Feete vpon this lumpish earth What is the cause of thy sad sullen Mirth Hast thou not Beauty Vertue Wit and Fauour What other graces would'st thou craue of Nature Pâ—oenix What is my Beauty but a vading Flower Wherein men reade their deep-conceiued Thrall Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower To be as seruile vassals at my Call My Sunne-bred lookes their Senses do exhall But ô my griefe where my faire Eyes would loue Foule bleare-eyed Enuie doth my thoughts reprooue What is my Vertue but a Tablitorie Which if I did bestow would more increase What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace But O vaine Bird giue ore in silence cease Malice perchaunce doth hearken to thy words That cuts thy threed of Loue with twentie swords Nature Tell me O Mirrour of our earthly time Tell me sweete Phoenix glorie of mine age Who blots thy Beauty with foule Enuies crime And locks thee vp in fond Suspitions cage Can any humane heart beare thee such rage Daunt their proud stomacks with thy piercing Eye Vnchaine Loues swâ—etnesse at thy libertie Phoenix What is 't to bath me in a wholesome Spring Or wash me in a cleere deepe running Well When I no vertue from the same do bring Nor of the balmie water beare a smell It better were for me mongst Crowes to dwell Then flocke with Doues wheÌ„ Doues sit alwayes billing And waste my wings of gold my Beautie killing Nature I le chaine foule Enuy to a brazen Gate And place deepe Malice in a hollow
of Chastnesse without cost The purple colourd Amatiâ—t doth preuaile Against the wit-oppressing Drunkennesse If euill Cogitations do assaile Thy sleepie thoughts wrapt vp in heauinesse It soone will driue them from thy minds disturbing And temporize thy braine that is offending The white-veind enterlin'd stone Achates Bespotted here and there with spots like blood Makes a man gracious in the peoples eyes And for to cleare the sight is passing good It remedieth the place that 's venemous And in the fire smels odoriferous The Gemme Amatites hath this qualitie Let a man touch his vesture with the same And it resisteth fier mightily The vertue doth the force of burning â—ame And afterwards cast in the fiers light Burnes not at all but then it seemes most bright The faire stone Berrill is so precious That mightie men do hold it verie rare It frees a man from actions perillous If of his lifes deare blood he haue a care And now and then being put into the Eyes Defends a man from all his enemies The stone Ceranicum spotted ore with blue Being safe and chastly borne within the hand Thunders hote raging cracks that do ensue It doth expell and Lightnings doth withstand Defending of the house that many keepe And is effectuall to bring men asleepe The Diamond the worlds reflecting eye The Diamond the heauens bright shining starre The Diamond the earths most purest glorie And with the Diamond no Stone â—â—n compare She teacheth men to speake and men to loue If all her rarest vertues you will proue The Diamond taught Musicke first his cunning The Diamond taught Poetry her skill The Diamond gaue Lawyers first their learning Arithmeticke the Diamond taught at will She teacheth all Arts for within her eye The knowledge of the world doth safely lye Dradocos is a stone that 's pale and wan It brings to some men thoughts fantasticall It being layd vpon a cold dead Man Loseth the vertue it is grac'd withall Wherefore t is called the most holy stone For whereas Death frequenteth it is gone Achites is in colour violet Found on the Bankes of this delightsome place Both male and female in this Land we get Whose vertue doth the Princely Eagle grace For being borne by her into her nest She bringeth foorth her young ones with much rest This stone being bound fast to a womans side Within whose purest wombe her child is lying Doth hasten child-birth and doth make her bide But litle paine her humours is releasing If anie one be guiltie of Deceit This stone will cause him to forsake his meate Enidros is the stone thatâ—s alwayes sweating Distilling liquid drops continually And yet for all his daily moisture melting It keepes the selfe same bignesse stedfastly It neuer lesseneth nor doth fall away But in one stedfast perfectnesse doth stay Perpetui fletus lachrymas distillat Enidros Qui velut ex pleni fontis scaturigine manat Gagates smelling like to Frankensence Being left whereas the poisnous Serpents breed Driues them away and doth his force commence Making this beast on barren plaines to feed And there to starue and pine away for meate Because being there he finds no food to eate This stone being put in a faire womans drinke Will testifie her pure Virginitie A most rare thing that some men neuer thinke Yet you shall giue your iugdement easily For if she make her water presently Then hath this Woman lost her honestie The lacinth is a neighbour to the Saphire That doth transforme it selfe to sundrie sights Sometimes t is blacke and cloudie sometimes elâ— And from the mutable ayre borrowes lights It giueth strength and vigor in his kind And faire sweete quiet sleepe brings to the n Rabiates being clearely coloured Borne about one doth make him eloquent And in great honour to be fauoured If he do vse it to a good intent Foule venemous Serpents it doth bring in awe And cureth paine and griefe about the â—awe The iron-drawing Lode-stone if you set Within a vessell either Gold or Brasse And place a peece of Iron vnder it Of some indifferent size or smallest compasse The Lodestone on the top will cause it moue And by his vertue meete with it aboue The Meade stone coloured like the grassie greene Much gentle ease vnto the Goute hath donne And helpeth those being troubled with the Spleene Mingled with Womans milke bearing a Sonne It remediâ—h the wit-assailing Frenzie And purgeth the sad mind of Melancholie The stone Orites spotted ore with white Being worne or hung about a womans necke Prohibiteth Conception and Delight And the child-bearing wombe by force doth checke Or else it hast'neth her deliuerie And makes the birth vnperfect and vntimely Skie colour'd Saphire Kings and Princes weare Being held most precious in their iudging sight The veâ—ie touch of this doth throughly cure The Carbuncles enraging hatefull spight It doth delight and recreate the Eyes And all base grossenesse it doth quite despise If in a boxe you put an inuenomd Spider Whose poisonous operation is annoying And on the boxes top lay the true Saphire The vertue of his power shewes vs his cunning He vanquisheth the Spider leaues him dead And to Apollo now is consecrated The fresh greene colour'd Smaragd doth excell All Trees Boughs Plants and new fresh springing Leaues The hote reflecting Sunne can neuer quell His vertue that no eye-sight ere deceiues But ore faire Phoebus glorie it triumpheth And the dimme duskie Eyes it polisheth The valiant Caesar tooke his chiefe delight By looking on the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 excellence To see his Romane souldiers how they fight And view what wards they had for their defence And who exceld in perfect chiualrie And noblest bore himselfe in victorie This Stone doth serue to Diuination To tell of things to come and things being past And mongst vs held in estimation Giuing the sicke mans meate a gentle tast If things shall be it keepes in the Mind If not forgetfulnesse our Eyes doth blind The Turches being worne in a Ring If any Gentleman haue cause to ride Supports and doth sustaine him from all falling Or hurting of him selfe what ere betide And ere he suffer anie fearefull danger Will fall it selfe and breake and burst a sunder 〈◊〉 These wondrous things of Nature to mens eareâ— Will almost proue sweete Nature incredible But by Times ancient record it appeares These hidden secrets to be memorable For his diuinesse that hath wrought this wonder Rules men and beasts the lightning and the thunder 〈◊〉 For the worlds blindnesse and opinion I care not Phoenix they are misbeleeuing And if their eyes trie not conclusion They will not trust a strangers true reporting With Beasts and Birds I will conclude my storie And to that All-in-all yeeld perfect glorie In yonder woodie groue and fertile plaine Remaines the Leopard and the watrie Badger The Bugle or wild Oxe doth there remaine The Onocentaure and the cruell Tyger The Dromiduâ—y and the princely Lion The Bore the Elephant and the poisnous Dragon The
to grace And followes cheerfully her second turne And both together in that fire do burne O if the rarest creatures of the earth Because but one at once did ere take breath Within the world should with a second he A perfect forme of loue and amitie Burne both together what should there arise And be presented to our mortall eyes Out of the fire but a more perfect creature Because that two in one is put by Nature The one hath giuen the child inchaunting beautie The other giues it loue and chastitie The one hath giuen it wits rarietie The other guides the wit most charily The one for vertue doth excell the rest The other in true constancie is blest If that the Phoenix had bene separated And from the gentle Turtle had bene parted Loue had bene murdred in the infancie Without these two no loue at all can be Let the loue wandring wits but learne of these To die together so their griefe to ease But louers now adayes do loue to change And here and there their wanton eyes do range Not pleased with one choise but seeking many And in the end scarce is content with any Loue now adayes is like a shadowed sight That shewes it sâ—lfe in Phoâ—hus golden light But if in kindnesse you do striue to take it Fades cleane away and you must needs for sake it Louers are like the leaues with Winter shoken Brittle like glasse that with one fall is broken O fond corrupted age when birds shall show The world their dutie and to let men know That no sinister chaunce should hinder loue Though as these two did deaths arrest they proue I can but mourne with sadnesse and with griefe Not able for to yeeld the world reliefe To see these two consumed in the fire Whom Loue did copulate with true desire But in the worlds wide eare I meane to ring The fame of this dayes wondrous offring That they may sing in notes of Chastitie The Turtle and the Phoenix amitie Conclusion GEntle conceiuers of true meaning Wit Let good Experience iudge what I haue writ For the Satyricall fond applauded vaines Whose bitter worme-wood spirite in some straines Bite like the Curres of Aegypt those that loue them Let me alone I will be loth to moue them For why when mightie men their wit do proue How shall I least of all expect their loue Yet to those men I gratulate some paine Because they touch those that in art do faine But those that haue the spirit to do good Their whips will will neuer draw one drop of bloud To all and all in all that view my labour Of euery iudging sight I craue some fauour At least to reade and if you reading find A lame leg'd staffe t is lamenesse of the mind That had no better skill yet let it passe For burdnous lodes are set vpon an Asse From the sweet fire of perfumed wood Another princely Phoenix vpright stood Whose feathers purified did yeeld more light Then her late burned mother out of sight And in her heart restes a perpetuall loue Sprong from the bosome of the Turtle-Doue Long may the new vprising bird increase Some humors and some motions to release And thus to all I offer my deuotion Hoping that gentle minds accept my motion Finis R. C. Cantoes Alphabet-wise to faire Phoenix made by the Paphian Doue A. 1. A Hill a hill a Phoenix seekes a Hill A promontorie top a stately Mountaine A Riuer where poore soule she dippes her bill And that sweete siluer streame is Natures fountaine Accomplishing all pleasures at her will Ah be my Phoenix I will be thy Doue And thou and I in secrecie will loue B. 2. Blaze not my loue thou Herald of the day Blesse not the mountaine tops with my sweet shine Beloued more I am then thou canst say Blessed and blessed be that Saint of mine Balme honie sweet and honor of this Clime Blotted by things vnseene belou'd of many But Loues true motion dares not giue to any C. 3. Chastnesse farewell farewell the bed of Glorie Constraint adew thou art loues Enemie Come true Report make of my Loue a Storie Cast lots for my poore heart so thou enioy me Come come sweet Phoenix I at length do claime thee Chaste bird too chaste to hinder what is willing Come in mine armes and we le not sit a billing D. 4. Deuout obedience on my knees I profer Delight matcht with delight if thou do craue it Denie not gentle Phoenix my sweet offer Despaire not in my loue for thou shalt haue it Damne not the soule to woe if thou canst saue it Doues pray deuoutly O let me request Delicious loue to build within thy nest E. 5. Enuie is banisht do not thou despaire Euill motions tempt thee sooner then the good Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire Euery thing 's silent to conioyne thy blood Esteeme the thing that cannot be withstood Esteeme of me and I will lend thee fire Euen of mine owne to fit thy sweet desire F. 6. Faint harted soule why dost thou die thy cheekes Fearfâ—ll of that which will reuiue thy sence Faith and obedience thy sweet mercy seekes Friends plighted war with thee I will commence Feare not at all t is but sweet Loues offence Fit to be done so doing t is not seene Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene G. 7. Gold beautifying Phoenix I must praise thee Granut gracious heauens a delightsome Muse Giue me old Homers spirit and I le raise thee Gracious in thought do not my Loue refuse Great map of beauty make thou no excuse Gainst my true louing spirit do not carpe Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe H. 8. Health to thy vertues health to all thy beauty Honour attend thy steps when thou art going High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty Hart-groning care to thee still stands a woing Haue pitty on him Phoenix for so doing Helpe his disease and cure his malady Hide not thy secret glory least he die I. 9. I Loue ô Loue how thou abusest me I see the fire and warme me with the flame I note the errors of thy deity In Vestas honor Venus lusts to tame I in my humors yeeld thee not a name I count thee foolish 〈◊〉 Adultrous boy I touch the sweete but cannot tast the ioy K. 10. Kisses are true loues pledges kisse thy deare Turtle Keepe not from him the secrets of thy youth Knowledge he 'le teach thee vnder a greene spred Mirtle Kend shalt thou be of no man of my truth Know first the motion when the life ensueth Knocke at my harts dore I will be thy porter So thou wilt let me enter in thy dorter L. 11. Loue is my great Aduotrix at thy shrine Loue pleads for me and from my tongue doth say Lie where thou wilt my hart shall sleepe with thine Lamenting of thy beauty fresh as May Looke Phoenix to thy selfe do not decay Let me but water thy dead saplesse
floure Loue giues me hope t' will flourish in an houre M. 12. Make not a Iewell of nice Chastity Muster and summon all thy wits in one My heart to thee sweares perfect constancy Motions of zeale are to be thought vpon Marke how thy time is ouerspent and gone Mis-led by folly and a kind of feare Marke not thy beauty so my dearest deare N. 13. Note but the fresh bloom'd Rose within her pride No Rose to be compared vnto thee Nothing so soone vnto the ground will slide Not being gathered in her chiefest beauty Neglecting time it dies with infamy Neuer be coy lest whil'st thy leaues are spred None gather thee and then thy grace is dead O. 14. O looke vpon me and within my brow Officious motions of my hart appeares Opening the booke of Loue wherein I vow Ouer thy shrine to shed continuall teares O no I see my Phoenix hath no Eares Or if she haue Eares yet no Eyes to see O all disgraced with continuall follie P. 15. Proud Chastity why dost thou seeke to wrong Phoenix my Loue with lâ—ssons too precise Pray thou for me and I will make a song Pend in thine honor none shall equalize Possesse not her whose beauty charmes mine eyes Plead sue and seeke or I will banish thee Her body is my Castle and my fee. Q. 16. Question not Phoenix why I do adore thee Quite captiuate and prisner at thy call Quit me with Loue againe do not abhor me Queld downe with hope as subiugate to thrall Quaild will I neuer be despight of all Quaking I stand before thee still expecting Thine owne consent our ioyes to be effecting R. 17. Remember how thy beauty is abused Ract on the tenter-hookes of foule disgrace Riuers are dry and must be needs refused Restore new water in that dead founts place Refresh thy feathers beautifie thy face Reade on my booke and there thou shalt behold Rich louing letters printed in fine gold S. 18. Shame is ashamed to see thee obstinate Smiling at thy womanish conceipt Swearing that honor neuer thee begat Sucking in poyson for a sugred baite Singing thy pride of beauty in her height Sit by my side and I will sing to thee Sweet ditties of a new fram'd harmony T. 19. Thou art a Turtle wanting of thy mate Thou crok'st about the groues to find thy Louer Thou fly'st to woods and fertile plaines dost hate Thou in obliuion dost true vertue smother To thy sweet selfe thou canst not find another Turne vp my bosome and in my pure hart Thou shalt behold the Turtle of thy smart V. 20. Vpon a day I sought to scale a Fort Vnited with a Tower of sure defence Vncomfortable trees did marre my sport Vnlucky Fortune with my woes expence Venus with Mars would not sweet war commence Vpon an Alter would I offer Loue And Sacrifice my soule poore Turtle Doue W. 21. Weepe not my Phoenix though I daily weepe Woe is the Herald that declares my tale Worthy thou art in Venus lap to sleepe Wantonly couered with God Cupids vale With which he doth all mortall sence â—â—hale Wash not thy cheekes vnlesâ—e I sit by thee To dry them with my sighes immediatly X. 22. Xantha faire Nimph resemble not in Nature Xantippe Loue to patient Socrates Xantha my Loue is a more milder creature And of a Nature better for to please Xantippe thought her true Loue to disease But my rare Phoenix is at last well pleas'd To cure my passions passions seldome eas'd Y. 23. Yf thou haue pitty pitty my complaining Yt is a badge of Vertue in thy sexe Yf thou do kill me with thy coy disdaining Yt will at length thy selfe-will anguish vexe And with continuall sighes thy selfe perplexe I le helpe to bring thee wood to make thy fire If thou wilt giue me kisses for my hire Z. 24. Zenobia at thy feete I bend my knee For thou art Queene and Empresse of my hart All blessed hap and true felicity All pleasures that the wide world may impart Befall thee for thy gracious goâ—d desart Accept my meaning as it fits my turne For I with thee to ashes meane to burne Cantoes Verbally written 1. Pittie me that dies for thee PIttie my plainings thou true nurse of pittie Me hath thy piercing lookes enioynd to sighing That cannot be redressed for thy beautie Dies my sad heart sad heart that 's drown'd with weeping For what so ere I thinke or what I doe Thee with mine eyes my thoughts my heart I woe 2. My life you saue if you I haue My eyes my hand my heart seeke to maintaine Life for thy loue therefore be gracious You with your kindnesse haue my true heart slaine Saue my poore life and be not tyrannous If any grace do in thy breast remaine You women haue bene counted amorous I pine in sadnesse all proceeds from thee Haue me in liking through thy clemencie 3. Do thou by me as I by thee Do not exchange thy loue leâ—t in exchanging Thou beare the burd'nous blot of foule disgrace By that bad fault are many faults containing Me still assuring nothing is so base As in the worlds eye alwayes to be ranging I sweare sweete Phoenix in this holy case By all the sacred reliques of true loue Thee to adore whom I still constant proue 4. Voutsafe to thinke how I do pine In louing thee that art not mine Voutsafe with splendor of thy gracious looke To grace my passions passions still increasing Thinke with thy selfe how I thy absence brooke How day by day my plaints are neuer ceasing I haue for thee all companies forsooke Do thou reioyce and in reioycing say Pine nere so much I le take thy griefe away In that great gracing word shalt thou be counted Louing to him that is thy true sworne louer Thee on the stage of honor haue I mounted That no base mistie cloud shall euer couer Art thou not faire thy beautie do not smother Not in thy flouring youth but still suppose Mine owne to be my neuer dying Rose 5. My destinie to thee is knowne Cure thou my smart I am thine owne My time in loues blind idlenesse is spent Destinie and Fates do will it so To Circes charming tongue mine eare I lent Thee louing that dost wish my ouerthrow Is not this world wrapt in inconstancie Knowne to most men as hels miserie Cure of my wound is past all Phisickes skill Thou maist be gracious at thy very looke My wounds will close that would my bodie kill Smart will bâ— easde that could no plaisters brooke I of my Phoenix being quite forsooke Am like a man that nothing can fulfill Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me Owne heart owne loue that neuer will forsake thee 6. Ore my heart your eyes do
wrinckled with disdaine 19. O let me heare from thee my deare O tongue thou hast blasphem'd thy holy Goddesse Let me do penance for offending thee Me do thou blame for my forgetfulnesse Heare my submission thou wilt succor me From thy harts closet commeth gentlenesse Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency My hart is sorrie and I le bite my tongue Deare that to thee to thee I offred wrong 20. My Phoenix rare is all my care My life my hart my thoughts I dedicate to thee Phoenix of all beauty Rare things in hart of thee I meditate Is it not time I come to shew my duty All fauors vnto thee I consecrate My goods my lands my selfe and all is thine Care those that list so thou faire bird be mine 21. I would I might be thy delight I wish for things would they might take effect Would they might end and we enioy our pleasure I vow I would not proffred time neglect Might I but gather such vnlook't for treasure Be all things enuious I would the respect Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule Delight matcht with delight doth me controule 22. If I you haue none else I craue If adoration euer were created I am a Maister of that holy Art You my aduotrix whom I haue admired Haue of my true deuotion bore a part None but your selfe may here be nominated Else would my tongue my true obedience thwart I cannot flatter Loue will not allow it Craue thou my hart on thee I will bestow it 23. Be you to me as I to thee Bee the poore Bee sucke hony from the flower You haue a spacious odoriferous field To tast all moysture where in sweet Floras bower Me shall you find submissiuely to yeeld As a poore Captiue looking for the hower I may haue gracious lookes else am I kild To dye by you were lâ—fe and yet thy shame Thee would the wide world hate â—y â—olly blame 24. You are the first in whom I trust You in your bosome hauing plac'd a light Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night First to the shore where I may set my feet In safegard void of Dangers cruell spight Whom in disgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet I muster vp my spirits and they flie Trust of thy faith controules mine enemie 25. You are the last my loue shall taste You standing on the tower of hope and feare Are timerous of selfe-will foolishnesse The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare Last can it not t is womans peeuishnesse My kind affections can it not forbeare Loue tels me that t is bred in idlenesse Shall such occasion hinder thee or me Taste first the fruit and then commend the tree 26. If you I had I should be glad If the Sunne shine the haruest man is glad You are my Sunne my dayes delight some Queene I am your haruest laborer almost mad Had I not my glorious commet seene I wish that I might sit within thy shade Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade Be not Narcissus but be alwaies kind Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldst find 27. Though place be far my heart is nar Though thou my Doue from me be separated Place nor the distance shall not hinder me Be constant for a while thou maist be thwarted Far am I not I le come to succour thee My heart and thine my sweet shall nere be parted Heart made of loue and true simplicitie Is not Loue lawlesse full of powerfull might Nar to my heart that still with Loue doth fight 28. My thoughts are dead cause thou art sped My inward Muse can sing of nought but Loue Thoughts are his Heralds flying to my breast Are entertained if they thence remoue Dead shall their master be and in vnrest Cause all the world thy hatred to reproue Thou art that All-in-all that I loue best Art thou then cruell no thou canst not be Sped with so foule a fiâ—nd as Crueltie 29. I send my heart to thee where gladly I would be I of all other am faire Venus thrall Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall Heart of my heart and soules felicitie To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified Thee aboue all things haue I deified Where is Affections fled to Enuies cauâ— Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie I from â—oulâ— bondage will my Phoenix saue Would she in loue require my courtesie Be louing as thou art faire else shall I sing Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing 30. If you me iust haue knowne Then take me for your owne If you be faire why should you be vnkind You haue no perfect reason for the sâ—â—e Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find Iust measure at my hands but you to blame Haue from the deepest closet of your heart Knowne my pure thoughts and yet I pine in smart Then in the deepest measure of pure loue Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue For in my bosomes chamber I enroule Your deepe loue-darting eie and still will be Owne of your owne despight extremitie 31. My heart I send to be your friend My deare soules comfort and my hopes true solace Heart of my heart and my liues secret ioy I in conceit do thy sweete selfe embrace Send cloudie exhalations cleane away To the blind mistie North there for to stay Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place Your armes the circling folds that shall enclose me Friend me with this and thou shalt neuer lose me 32. I haue no loue but you my Doue I pine in sadnesse and in sad songs singing Haue spent my time my ditties harsh and ill No sight but thy faire sight would I be seeing Loue in my bosome keepes his castle still But being disseuered I sit alwayes pining You do procure me Niobes cup to fill My dutie yet remembred I dare proue Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue 34. I will not change though some be strange I cannot stir one foote from Venus gate Will you come sit and beare me company Not one but you can make me fortunate Change when thou wilt it is but cruelty Though vnto women it is giuen by fate Some gentle minds these ranging thoughts do hates Be thou of that mind else I will conclude Strange hast thou
LEt the bird of low dest lay On the sole Arabian tree Herauld sad and trumpet be To whose sound chaste wings obay But thou shriking harbinger Foule precurrer of the fiend Augour of the feuers end To this troupe come thou not neere From this Session interdict Euery foule of tyrant wing Saue the Eagle feath'red King Keepe the obsequie so strict Let the Priest in Surples white That defunctiue Musicke can Be the death-deuining Swan Lest the Requiem lacke his right And thou treble dated Crow That thy sable gender mak'st With the breath thou giu'st and tak'st Mongst our mourners shalt thou go Here the Antheme doth commence Loue and Constancie is dead Phoenix and the Turtle fled In a mutuall flame from hence So they loued as loue in twaine Had the essence but in one Two distincts Diuision none Number there in loue was slaine Hearts remote yet not asunder Distance and no space was seene Twixt this Turtle and his Queene But in them it were a wonder So betweene them Loue did shine That the Turtle saw his right Flaming in the Phoenix sight Either was the others mine Propertie was thus appalled That the selfe was not the same Single Natures double name Neither two nor one was called Reason in it selfe confounded Saw Diuision grow together To themselues yet either neither Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twaine Seemeth this concordant one Loue hath Reason Reason none If what parts can so remaine Whereupon it made this Threnâ— To the Phoenix and the Doue Co-supremes and starres of Loue As Chorus to their Tragique Scene Threnos BEautie Truth and Raritie Grace in all simplicitie Here enclosde in cinders lie Death is now the Phoenix nest And the Turtles loyall brest To eternitie doth rest Leauing no posteritie T was not their infirmitie It was married Chastitie Truth may seeme but cannot be Beautie bragge but t is not she Truth and Beautie buried be To this vrne let those repaire That are either true or faire For these dead Birds sigh a prayer William Shake-speare A narration and description of a most exact wondrous creature arising out of the Phoenix and Turtle Doues ashes O T was a mouing Epicedium Can Fire can Time can blackest Fate consume So rare creation No t is thwart to sence Corruption quakes to touch such excellence Nature exclaimes for Iustice Iustice Fate Ought into nought can neuer remigrate Then looke for see what glorious issue brighter Then clearest fire and beyond faith farre whiter Then Dians tier now springs from yonder flame Let me stand numb'd with wonder neuer came So â—â—rong amazement on astonish'd eie As this this measurâ—lesse pure Raâ—itie Lo now th'â—cracture of deuinest Essence The Soule of heauens labour'd Quintessence Peans to Phoebus from deare Louer 's death Takes sweete creation and all blessing breath What strangenesse is 't that from the Turtles ashes Assumes such forme whose splendor clearer flashes Then mounted Delius tell me genuine Muse. Now yeeld your aides you spirites that infuse A sacred rapture light my weaker eie Raise my inuention on swift Phantasie That whilst of this same Metaphisicall God Man nor Woman but elix'd of all My labouring thoughts with strained ardor sing My Muse may mount with an vncommon wing The description of this Perfection DAres then thy too audacious sense Presume define that boundlesse Ens That amplest thought tâ—anscendeth O yet vouchsafe my Muse to greete That wondrous rarenesse in whose sweete All praise begins and endeth Diuinest Beautie that was slightest That adorn'd this wondrous Brightest Which had nought to be corrupted In this Perfection had no meane To this Earths purest was vncleane Which vertue euen instructed By it all Beings deck'd and stained Ideas that are idly fained Onely here subsist inuested Dread not to giue strain'd praise at all No speech is Hyperbolicall To this perfection blessed Thus close my Rimes this all that can be sayd This wonder neuer can be flattered To Perfection A Sonnet OFt haue I gazed with astonish'd eye At monstrous issues of ill shaped birth When I haue seene the Midwife to old earth Nature produce most strange deformitie So haue I marueld to obserue of late Hard fauour'd Feminines so scant of faire That Maskes so choicely sheltred of the aire As if their beauties were not theirs by fate But who so weake of obseruation Hath not discern'd long since how vertues wanted How parcimoniously the heauens haue scanted Our chiefest part of adornation But now I cease to wonder now I find The cause of all our monstrous penny-showes Now I conceit from whence wits scarc'â—ie growes Hard fauourd features and defects of mind Nature long time hath stor'd vp vertue fairenesse Shaping the rest as foiles vnto this Rarenesse Perfectioni Hymnus WHat should I call this creature Which now is growne vnto maturitie How should I blase this feature As firme and constant as Eternitie Call it Perfection Fie T is perfecter theÌ„ brightest names can light it Call it Heauens mirror I. Alas best attributes can neuer right it Beauties resistlesse thunder All nomination is too straight of sence Deepe Contemplations wonder That appellation giue this excellence Within all best confin'd Now feebler Genius end thy slighter riming No Suburbes all is Mind As farre from spot as possible defining Iohn Marston Peristeros or the male Turtle NOt like that loose and partie-liuer'd Sect Of idle Louers that as different Lights On colour'd subiects different hewes reflect Change their Affections with their Mistris Sightâ— That with her Praise or Dispraise drowne or flote And must be fed with fresh Conceits and Fashions Neuer waxe cold but die loue not but dote Loues fires staid IudgemeÌ„ts blow not humoâ—ous Passions Whose Loues vpon their Louers pomp depend And quench as fast as her Eyes sparkle twinkles Nought lasts that doth to outward worth contend Al Loue in smooth browes born is tomb'd in wrinkles But like the consecrated Bird of loue Whose whole lifes â—ap to his sole-mate alluded Whome no prowd flockes of other Foules could moue But in her selfe all companie concluded She was to him th' Analisde World of pleasure Her firmenesse cloth'd him in varietie Excesse of all things he ioyd in her â—â—easure Mourn'd when she mourn'd and diâ—th when she dies Like him I bound th' instinct of all my powres In her that bounds the Empire of desert And Time nor Change that all things else deuoures But truth 〈◊〉 in a constant heart Can change me more from her then her 〈…〉 That is my forme and giues my being spâ—rit George Chapman Praeludium WE must sing too what Subiect shal we chuse Or whose great Name in Poets Heauen vse For the more Countenance to our Actiue Muse Hercules alasse his bones are yet sore With his old earthly Labors t' exact more Of his dull Godhead were Sinne Le ts implore Phoebus No Tend thy Cart still Enuious Day Shall not giue out that we haue made thee stay And foundred thy