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PANDORA , The Musyque of the beautie of his Mistresse Diana .

❧ Composed by John Soowthern Gentleman , and dedicated to the right Honorable , Edward Deuer , Earle of Oxenford . &c. 1584. Iune . 20.

Non careo patria , Me caret Illa magis .
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Jmprinted at London for Thomas Hackette , and are to be solde at his shoppe in Lumbert streete , vnder the Popes head . 1584.

To the ryght honourable the Earle of Oxenford . &c. Ode . 1. Strophe . 1. THis earth , is the nourishing teate , As well that deliuers to eate : As els throwes out all that we can Deuise , that should be naedefull fore The health , of or disease or sore , The houshold companions of man . And this earth , hath hearbes soueraine , To empeach sicknesses sodaine , If they be well aptlie applide . And this yearth , spues vp many a breuage , Of which if we knew well the vsage : Would force the force Acherontide . Bréefe , it lendes vs all that we haue , With to liue : and it is our graue . But with all this , yet cannot giue , Vs fayre renowmes , when we be dead . And in déede they are onelie made , By our owne vertues whiles we liue . Antistrophe . And Marbles ( all be they so strong , ) Cannot maintaine our renowmes long : And neither they he but abuses , To thinke that other thinges haue puissaunce , To make for time any resistaunce , Saue onelie the well singing Muses . And the fayre Muses that prouide , For the wise , an immortall name : Doo neuer garnishe any head . With Lawrell , by hearesay of Fame . Nor euerie one that can rime , Must not thinke to triumph on time . For they giue not their Diuine furie , To euerie doting troupe that comes . Nor the touch of eu'rie ones thommes , Is not of an eternall durie . Epode . No , no , the high singer is hée Alone : that in the ende must bée Made proude , with a garland lyke this , And not eu'rie ryming nouice , That writes with small wit , and much paine : And the ( Gods knowe ) idiot in vaine , For it 's not the way to Parnasse , Nor it wyll neither come to passe , If it be not in some wise fiction , And of an ingenious inuension : And infanted with pleasant trauaill , For it alone must win the Laurell . And onelie the Poet well borne , Must be he that goes to Parnassus : And not these companies of Asses , That haue brought verce almost to scorne . Strophe . 2. Making speake ( her with a swéete brute ) The ten diuers tongues of my Lute , I will Fredone in thy honour , These renowmed songs of Pindar : And immitate for thée Deuer , Horace , that braue Latine Harper . And stand vp Nymphes Aganapide , Stand vp my wantons Parnasside , Stand vp wantons and that we sing , A newe dittie Calaborois , To the Iban harpe Thebanois , That had such a murmuring string . For I will shewt , héere with my verees , ( Following the auncient traces ) As high vp to the ayre this Hymne , ( With a strong bowe and armes , presumpstous ) As Deuer is both wise and vertuous , And as of my Harpe , he is digne . Antistrophe . Muses , you haue had of your father , Onelie , the particuler fauer , To kéepe fro the réeue enfernall : And therefore my wantons come sing , Vpon your most best speaking string , His name that dooth chéerishe you all . Come Nimphes while I haue a desire , To strike on a well sounding Lyre , Of our vertues Deuer the name . Deuer , that had giuen him in parte : The Loue , the Warre , Honour , and Arte , And with them an eternall Fame . Come Nimphes , your puissaunce is diuine : And to those that you shew no fauour ; Quicklie they are depriude of honour , And slaues to the chaines Cossitine . Epode , Amongst our well renowmed men , Deuer merits a syluer pen , Eternally to write his honour , And I in a well polisht verse , Can set vp in our Vniuerse , A Fame , to endure for euer . And fylde with a Furiae extreme ; Vpon a well superbus ryme : ( On a ryme , and both strong and true ) I wyll ( Deuer ) pushe thy louanges , To the eares of people estraunges : And rauishe them with thy vertus . But in trueth I vse but to sing , After the well intuned string , Of eyether of the great Prophêts , Or Thebain , or Calaborois : Of whether of whome yet the voice , Hath not béene knowne to our Poëts . Strophe . 3. But what shall I beginne to touch : O Muses what haue I begunne , But speake wantons , what haue I donne : Take it of the charge is too much . No , no , if I would there were made , I could take an entyre Iliade , Of onelie his noble antiquitie . But his vertues would blushe with shame : If I should not by his owne name , Giue him a laude to our posteritie . But if I will thus like Pindar , In many discourses Egar , Before I wyll come to my point : Or , or touch his infinitie Of vertues , in this Poiesie , Our song wyll neuer be conioint . Antistrophe . For who marketh better then hée , The seuen turning flames of the Skie : Or hath read more of the antique . Hath greater knowledge in the tongues : Or vnderstandes sooner the sownes , Of the learner to loue Musique . Or else who hath a fayrer grace , In the Centauriane arte of Thrace , Halfe-horse , halfe-man , and with lesse paine , Dooth bring the Coorsser , indomtable , To yéeld to the raynes of his bridle ; Vaulting , on the edge of a plaine . And it pleases me to saye too , ( With a louange , I protest true ) That in England we cannot sées , Any thing lyke Deuer , but hée . Onelie himselfe he must resemble , Vertues so much in him assemble . Epode . And nought escapes out of my hand , In this Ode , but it 's veritée : And héere I sweare Deuer t is thée , That art ornament of England . Vaunting me againe of this thing : Which is , that I shall neuer sing , A man so much honoured as thée , And both of the Muses and mée . And when I gette the spoyle of Thebes , Hauing charged it on my shoulders . In verses exempte fro the webbes , Of the ruinous Filandinge systers : I promise to bullde thée a glorie , That shall euer line in memorie . In meane while , take this lyttle thing : But as small as it is : Deuere . Vaunt vs that neuer man before , Now in England , knewe Pindars string . Non car●● patria , Me caret Illa magi● .
Sonnet to the Reader . THou find'st not heere , neither the furious alarmes , Of the pride of Spaine , or subtilnes of France : Nor of the rude English , or mutine Almanes : Nor neither of Naples , noble men of armes . No , an Infant , and that yet surmounteth Knights : Hath both vanquished me , and also my Muse . And were it not : this is a lawfull excuse . If thou hearst not the report , of their great fights , Thou shalt see no death of any valliant soldier , And yet I sing the beauty of a fierce warrier . And amore alone I must strike on my Leer , And but Eroto I knowe no other Muse . And harke all you that are lyke vs amourous . And you that are not , goe read some other where .
Sonnets . 1. To his Mystresse Diana . T Is fyrst to you Dian , that I haue togethers , Giuen me and my voice , making you the Idôll : To which I offer both the body and soule , Of these teares of my eyes , that fall héere like riuers . But in some thinges fabelons , you must be content To see what it is , of vs Louers the flame , And reade you must vnder a Goddesses name , Of your beates the delycate ornament . And where as these which are to apayse your cruelties : Shall not proscribe well , your excellent rareties . Excuse mee Nymphe , as you would haue in some ●s●te . Of heauen your fayre semblance : for I doo not meane , To sing you now : but Dian , when you haue bene , More gratious vnto mée : I wyll sing you better .
Sonnet . 2. THe Gréeke Poet , to whome Bathill was the guide , Made her immortall , by that which he did sing : And ( were it so I knowe not but ) of Corîne , We faine the patrone of the Latine Ouide . And since them ( Petrarque ) a wise Florentîne , Hath turnde his Mistres into a tree of Baye . And he that soong the eldest daughter of Troye , In Fraunce hath made of her , an astre Diuine . And lyke these knowne men , can your Soothern , write too : And as long as Englishe lasts , immortall you . I the penne of Soothern will my sayre Diana , Make thée immortall : if thou wilt giue him fauour : For then hée 'll sing Petrark , Tîen , Ouide , Ronsar : And make thee Cassander , Corine , Bathyll , Laura .
Sonnet . 3. THat death that despises at all kinde of beautie . And would make all loue , goe into Charons passage : Would haue hit the eyes , wherein I liue in seruage : The eyes both to fayre , and too full of crueltie . But Cupid that styll in those eyes was indompted : The infant knew well , where after this death sought : And began to crie ( death ) if thou ende thy thought , We shall neither of vs , be againe redoubted . But ( death ) if thou t let me liue in these eyes styll : Thou shalt sée ( O then ) how nobelly I wyll . Hoyse thy honour ? for I haue not halfe thy might ▪ And yet in these eyes , I conquer all the world : Death hearing this , let him line styll in the syght : Fro whence he shewteth such sharpe arrowes of gold .
Sonnet . 4. WHen nature made my Diana , that before All other Nymphes : showld force the hearts rebell●nt : She gaue her the masse , of beauties excellent , That she kéepe since long , in her coffers in store . And at her framing , Paphae came fro the skies , with the swéetnes , and graces , of Erycêene : And swore that it should make her so fayre 〈◊〉 Quéene , Of beautie : that the Gods should dwell in her eyes . But she hardlie was come to vs . fro aboue : Though ? but my soule was inflamed with her loue . And I serue her in spite of the troupe Celêst . For tell mee ? why did not they lykewise ordaine : That in reward of my loue , she shewd againe , Estéeme me onely , and onely , loue me best .
Sonnet . 5. OF stars , and of forrests , Dian. is the honor : And to the seas , to the Goddesse , is the guide : And she hath Luna , Charon , and Eumenîde : To make brightnes , to giue death , and to cause horror . And my warrier , my light , shines in thy fayre eyes : My dread is of thée , the to great excellence : Thy wordes kyll mee : and thus thou hast the puissaunce , Of her that rules the slodes , and lyghines the skies . And as syluer Pheb , is the after , most clare : So is thy beauty , the beauty , the most rare . Wherefore I call thée Dian , for thy beantee , For thy wisedome , and for thy puissannce Celest. And yet thou must be but a Goddesse terest : And onely because of thy great crueltée .
Sonnet . 6. OF Pyladeus , and of Oresteus , we haue made many disputes , in the temple of death : And in the Church of Troy , we pro●ue Choreb's faith , Who made for Cassander , his h●rn●s , his graue . And there is one , on the mountaine Cancasein , With an Eagle , on his heart Philosiphâll . And there is a stone of a mad Cisyphâll , Least alwayes behind him , and caried in vaine . These temples , and this rocke , is in my obiect : The church is my soule , the slint is my subiect . My verses are the labours of Sisyphêus : And for willing shew your fayre beauties , its vaine . Of Promet , for not canning . I haue the paine : Th' Eagle's cruell , and ( Nymphe ) you are rigrous .
Sonnet . 7. I Am not ( my , cruell warrier ) the Thebain , That my infancie , should be strangled with Serpents : Nor neither did my nurse giue thée any torments : nor I suckt neither Vropae , nor Elthâin . I came not ( my warrier ) of the blood Lidain : Nor neyther am I of the race , of Ixiôn : Nor Ioue , neither bare my mother , affection : Nor I am no infant Egier , nor Danain . Nor I am neither the nephew of Atlas , That made the earth dronke , with the blood of Arguss : But yet I know wherefore I haue all my wounds . I am none of these which I haue sayd ( Diân ) But I am that verie miserable man , Who for regarding thée , was eaten of Houndes .
Elegia . 1. To the Echon . O Dolefull voice , that doost aunswer , The wéepings of my care : And that héere in these mozie groues , Hast pittie on my dolanc● . And th●● of whome she emptie mouth , ( At least ) dooth make a semblaunce , To séele my wounds that procéede of Two eyes , to gréene , and fayre . O speake since thou canst not liue except I shall giue the brethe : And since my gréeuous voice , is onelie the nurce of thy steme : I crying Dian , why makest thou Dye Iohn , aunswer agen : Wouldst thou I lou'de no more , Or doost thou Prophesie my death . O noble Nymph tell mée , or doost Thou now inflame againe , With the antiqueus amor , that Thou louedst so in vaine . Or is it that remembring my Loue , I should pittie thine . For the like dollor that thou hadst , Euen the like doo I suffer : And the like amore that thou hadst , The like to mee dooth offer : Saue that thy loue was not so fayre , Nor so cruelly as mine .
Elegia . 2. To the Gods . WHen the eye of the world dooth washe , his golden shining heaire , In the large Occean seas : and that They haue couerd the lyght : Amurmuring repose , and a Restfull and sléepy night , Is spreded both ouer the earth , The waters and the ayre . But I chaunge nature then ? For than , Dooth my brightest Aurôr , In a swéete dreame present her selfe , O dreame , no dreame : but well , The Ambrozie , the Nectar , and The Manna , Eternell . And to be bréefe , a vision that I lyke a God adore . Wherefore farewell , day of nights , and Welcome night waking daye : And farewell waking , of my sléepe , Welcome sléepe , lyuing ioye . But what say I , my wealth is false , And my euill verita-ble : And I plaine of them both , for I Haue in neither delight : Except ye Gods will short these dayes , And eternishe this night : An● that God that will doo it , shall be a God charita-ble .
Elegia . 3. To his Diana . IF the secretnesse of my thoughtes , Were opened to you , Or if else my dolorous heart , Had of speaking the vsage : Or ( warrier ) if my constancie , Were painted in my visage : Or that if ye knewe my torment , How it is great and true . Or , or if any golden wordes , In well composed verse , Could liuelelie shewe the picture , Of an amourous rage : Then should I without doubt amolishe a Tigers courage . And moue to pittie ( warrier ) if it were the vniuerce . But since wordes , neither can prescribe My amore , nor my paine : Tyme shall it selfe , witnesse how much Both are in me certaine : And that of my passioned soule , The Diuine great loyalties : Doo the sacrednesse of all others , I of the Gods passe : And more then the syluer maiesties , of your Christall face , Vnderneath , tother Phebes , doo Excell all other Beutaes .
Sonnet . 8. THough I wish to haue your fauour , which is such , That it is but for Gods , thinke you my Audâce , Like his that in your stéede , dyd a clowde imbrace : Or his that was a harte , by seéing so much . Or would you else because of my hautaine thought , That I might augment the Sepulchres of Thrace : Or that I were as the giant Briarâs : Or paide lyke the wagoner so euelie taught . No ? lybertie , Rome , thy wrath the seas ( Diân ) Grée●e , Pirats ? thy merie Must saue Ariôn . Or if thou wylt none of these aforesayde thinges : Because thou sayst that my mindes are set so high , If thou thinkst I beginne lyke Icâr to ●lie : Since th' eyes are my sonne , let thy loue be my winges .
Sonnets . 9. IT is after our deathes , a thing mani-fest . we bothe goe to hell , and suffer hellishe paines : you , for your rigour , I , for my thoughts haultaines , That attempt to loue a Goddesse so Celest. But as for mee I shall be lyttle afflicted , T is you ( my warrier ) that must haue the torment : For I that but , in séeing you am content : you , with mée , I 'll blesse the place so much detested . And my soule that is raued with your fayre eyes , In the midst of hell , wyll establishe , a skeyes : Making my bright day , in the eternall night . And when all the damned else are in annoy : I 'll smyle in that glorie , séeing you my ioy : And being once there , goe not out of our sight .
Sonnet . 10. THe heauens willing shew fauour among our paines . And to make both runne , of my wéeping the streame : And also eternall , your rigor extreame : turnd your heart , to rocke , and my eyes to fountaynes : And Cupid dooth bache him in my syluer ryuers : And being come out , of the flodes , of my yll : He flies to your rocke , where as vpon a hyll , The lyttle wanton , dooth prime , and rowse his feathers . But when thy winter comes , and that thou art olde , Felling thy rocke-hart , vnder his tallons colde : Hée 'll byd thee adiew with an eternall farewell . And then thou hast fayre to say Loue is a rage : Olde folke say so , cause Cupid dooth abhorre age : But were they lou'de then , I doubt th' ed not be cruell .
Elegia . 4. To the prisoners . CVpid hath swelde my stomacke , with On such a sacred poyson , And I am in Quéene Venus fetters , so well entertained : That lyke a captiue , languishing , And with dolour , tormented , I thinke my selfe well happy , to Be in a Womans prison . Now ? As for you wretches that nothing , but yrons can punishe , If you lyst you may haue a hope , to be at lyber-tie : But as for mée ? I tell you , I 'll die in captiui-tie : Consuming héere in the quicke-siluer-fayre-eyes of my Goddesse , And well I am contented indéede , with her extréeme rigore . Swearing , that I neuer fell in My soule so great a dolore , As when I thinke for her likewise , Some other should haue passion . And with all this too , yet I haue Neither lost all my iudgement : For we saye that man is happy , onelie , that is well content , And I tell you , ( you wretches ) it is all my contentation .
Elegia . 5. To his thoughts . MY thoughts , to full of thought , to thoughtfull thoughts giue now ? Repose , Both to my dolefull soule , and to my hope that is in vaine : For well though my teares drop , fro my eyes like a swift fountaine ? Murmuring my Alas : she hearkeneth not to my propose . My thoughts , too full of thought , and too Farre engrau'n in my heart . My thoughts too full of thought , that giue mée ouer to my dolore : My thoughts too thoughtfull , if you propose yet any more langore : My thought full thoughts , ( O Gods ) doo aduaunce therewithall my mort . And Opinastres thoughts the causers of my extréeme paines . And thoughts that boyle this sulfer humor in my drooping vaines . Speake thoughtfull thoughts , why féede you me With this Abist esperaunce . When possessing the ioye , of which I haue had such desyres : And for Idolling the fayre eyes , In which are my plasyres : In the end thoughtes , for reward thought Dooth bréede mée a repentaunce .
Elegia . 6. To his Diana . MY hope dooth fell mée , that after This great rigour , of you : I shall with sacred guerdons , Be recom-pensed for wrong : Shewing mée that I merite it , Being patience so long . But this imagind hope , ( my cruell warrier ) is it true , My hope dooth tell mée too ( Diana ) That your Diuine beau-tie , Cannot be accompanied with Such crueltie as thine . But what is 't ( my angrie warrier ) That yéeldes this plague of mine : Fortune ? or the origene of The cause of cru-eltie . My hope dooth tell mée too ( my warrier ) that my dolefull langore : Will in a passient ende , amolishe your extréeme great rigore : The which all if it can , when your Mothers gone we shall trie , But if it cannot doo it then , But would yet féede mée styll , With presses of time : I 'll giue ou'r : And eu'r after I will , Estéeme our Fortune , too much lowe , For a hope set so high .
Sonnet . 11. HE that was the first , that put these lyttle winges , On the backe of a more , that high God immortell : He might better haue had employed his pensell , To paint hopping butter-flyes , or Genny wrens . But if in place of them , the doting foole had Painted his fierce howe , and his rigorous draftes , And shewde what kinde of thinges , are his golden shaftes : Then had he béene apt to haue painted a God . And you that paint next , you must vse other colore : wherewith you may better shew his diuine rigore : And for his bowe , giue him a great harquebous . Or beléeue you not , goe and looke on Diân , And hauing seéne her fayre eyes . I estée me than , you 'll giue him some thing more then it rigorous .
Sonnet . 12. AEnêas , Orphêus , Cephall , and Demophôn : Of Pocris , of Eurydice , Phyllis , and Creuse : Haue made complaintes , as they haue béene amorous , Saying , theyr mistresses , did doo them all wrong , Though they themselues to theyr loues , did all amisse . For one gaue Phyllis , a poore mournefull se-quell , And th' other , left Procris , in the vall's of hell , And with t'others fault , di-ed Euridice . Aenêas , the last was thought to haue least fault . Though the presumpsion is yet great for all that . But ( Dian ) you knoe ( Dian ) your amourous , Hath not learned lyke any of them Protê . Though you are Demoph , Cephall , Orpheus , Aenê : And he be Eurid , Phyllis , Procris , and Creuse .
Sonnets . 13. HE that wyll be subiect to Cupidos call , Is chaungd euerie day . I doo not knoe how . And of this , I my selfe haue made prooues enowe . As Metamorphosd , but wot not wherewithall , Fyrst ? I was turned to a wandering Harte , And sawe my stomacke pierst with a dolefull arrow . Next ? Into a Swan , and with a note of sorrowe . I foresong my death , in Elegicall arte . Since that , to a Flowre , and since withred away : Since that , to a Fountaine , and since . I am drie : And now that Salamander , liue in my flame . But ye Gods , if euer I haue my owne choyce , I wyll be turn'd , into well singing voyce : And there in louange , the fayre eyes of Ma-dame .
Ode . 2. to his Diana . Strophe AS the little Melisset flyes , ( Wanton enfantines of the Skyes ) With their théeuishe pretie tongettes , Take the best of the fayrest blomes , Masoning it on their thyettes , And therewith build their honny commes . Euenso with a sprite vigelant , I robbe héere , the most excellant Blossomes : in . the garden Thebêin . And will that through the vniuerce , The honny destyld in my verce : Beare out these fayre gréene eies of thine . And I will that our England sée , By this Nectar , that I let fall On thee to annoint thee with all , What kinde of beauties are in thée . Antistrophe . All the superbus frontispisses , And all the threatning ediffices , And all the high buildinges are lost , Of Corinthia , in pride extréeme . But that which their Poets did bost , will euer triumph ouer tyme . I I golde is Eliths Palase : And golde is the Church of Parnasse : And those that can enter therein , Happy are they , and euer shall Treade on the blacke roofe enfernall , Liuing with the enfant Troyen , That fylles the Nectar Olympien , Into the great coope of the God , that thondred the menacing head , Of the high Orgullus Phlegren . What , what , my too cruell Diana , A number haue excelde in Beautae : And yet it is onelie Hellina , That lyues : and where in saue in Poisae . Epode . But thou for whome I writ so well : And that I wyll make eternell . And thou for whome my holie paines , Dooth chase ignoraunce held so long : Conioyning in a vulgar song : The secretes , both Gréekes , and Lataines . Think'st thou it is nothing , to haue The penne of Soothern for thy trompet . Yes , yes , to whome Soothern is Poëte , The honour goes not to the graue . And Iuno , it 's an other thing , To heare a well learned voice sing , Or to sée workes of a wise hand : Then it 's to heare our doting rimors , Whose labours doo bring both dishonors , To themselues , and to our England . FINIS .
❧ Foure Epytaphes , made by the Countes of Oxenford , after the death of her young Sonne , The Lord Bulbecke , &c. HAd with moorning the Gods , left their willes vndon , They had not so soone herited such a soule : Or if the mouth , tyme dyd not glotton vp all . Nor I , nor the world , were depriu'd of my Sonne , Whose brest Venus , with a face dolefull and milde , Dooth washe with golden teares , inueying the skies : And when the water of the Goddesses eyes , Makes almost aliue , the Marble , of my Childe : One hyds her leaue styll , her dollor so extreme , Telling her it is not , her young sonne Papheme , To which she makes aunswer with a voice inflamed , ( Féeling therewith her venime , to be more bitter ) As I was of Cupid , euen so of it mother : " And a womans last chylde , is the most beloued . An other . IN dolefull wayes I spend the wealth of my time : Gold , the best of all mettelles . Nightingale , the sweetest of all byrdes . And Roses the fairest of all flowers . Féeding on my heart , that euer comes agen . Since the ordinaunce , of the Destin's , hath ben , To end of the Saissons , of my yéeres the prime . With my Sonne , my Gold , my Nightingale , and Rose , Is gone : for t' was in him and no other where : And well though mine eies run downe like fountaines here , The stone wil not speak yet , that doth it inclose . And Destins , and Gods , you might rather haue tanne , My twentie yéeres : then the two daies of my sonne . And of this world what shall I hope , since I knoe , That in his respect , it can yéeld me but mosse : Or what should I consume any more in woe , When Destins , Gods , and worlds , are ll in my losse . An other . THe heuens , death , and life ? haue coniured my yll : For death hath take away the breath of my sonne : The heuens receue , and consent , that be hath donne : And my life dooth kéepe mée heere against my will . But if our life be caus'de with moisture and heate . I care neither for the death , the life , nor skyes : For I 'll sigh him warmth , and weat him with my eies : ( And thus I shall be thought a second Promët ) And as for life , let it doo me all despite : For if it leaue me , I shall goe to my childe : And it in the heuens , there is all my delyght . And if I liue , my vertue is immortall . " So that the heuens , death and life , when they doo all " Their force : by sorrowfull vertue th' are beguild . An other . I Dall , for Adon , neu'r shed so many teares : Nor Thet ' , for Pelid : nor Phoebus , for Hyacinthus : Nor for Atis , the mother of Prophetesses : As for the death of Bulbecke , the Gods haue cares . At the brute of it , the Aphroditan Quéene , Caused more siluer to distyll fro her eyes : Then when the droppes of her chéekes raysed Daisyes : And to die with him , mortall , she would haue béene . The Charits , for it breake their Peruqs , of golde : The Muses , and the Nymphes of Caues : I beholde : All the Gods vnder Olympus are constraint , On Laches , Clothon , and Atropos to plaine . And yet beautie , for it dooth make no complaint : For it liu'd with him , and died with him againe .
Others of the fowre last lynes , of other that she made also . 11 My Sonne is gone ? and with it , death end my sorrow , 12 But death makes mee aunswere ? Madame , cease these mones : 13 My force is but on bodies of blood and bones : 14 And that of yours , is no more now , but a shadow . An other . 11 Amphiôns wife was turned to a rocke . O 12 How well I had béene , had I had such aduenture , 13 For then I might againe haue béene the Sepulcure , 14 Of him that I bare in mée , so long ago . FINIS .
Epitaph , made by the Queenes Maiestie , at the death of the Princesse of Espinoye . WHen the warrier Phoebus , goth to make his round , With a painefull course , to too ther Hemisphêre : A darke shadowe , a great horror , and a feare , In I knoe not what clowdes inueron the ground . And euen so for Pinoy , that fayre vertues Lady , ( Although Iupiter haue in this Orizôn , Made a starre of her , by the Ariadnan crowne ) Morns , dolour , and gréefe , accompany our body . O Atropos , thou hast doone a worke per-uerst . And as a byrde that hath lost both young , and nest : About the place where it was , makes many a tourne . Euen so dooth Cupid , that infaunt , God , of amore , Flie about the tombe , where she lyes all in dolore , Wéeping for her eies , wherein he made soiourne . FINIS .
❧ Verses taken out of his Stanses , Hymnes , and Elegias : all dedicated or sent to his Mistresse Diana .
Elegia . IN which you ask't my name ( confesse your selfe , if 't be not so ) And whether I before , had euer béene in loue or no. My name , quoth I , is Soothern , and Madame , let that suffice : That Soothern which will rayse the Englishe language to the Skies . The wanton of the Muses , and Whose well composed ryme , Will liue in despite of the heuens , And Triumph ouer tyme . &c.
Elegia . But how farre are the wordes contrarie to the déedes of men . The selfe same night I went where I admyred you agen . Your syluer Phebes eyes , and your Well set and crisped heair : Your Venus porte , and your countenaunce of the God of war : Your Iban throte , your marble brow , With your soft chéekes of Roses : And your Straberie lyps , wherein Your téeth of pearle reposes . Bréefe , I saw you ( Dian ) in whome The Gods did all their best , To sée what they could doo , when they Would frame a worke Celest. &c.
Elegia . But how vaine and short are the delightes and plasires humaine . And of the solace of this world : What else dooth there remaine , Sauing but repentaunce : and what Is it that beareth breath , But by the hauing life , it is Subiected vnto death . &c.
Himne . The more stronger the Castle is , And harder to be wonne , The more eternall honour hath , The man that can get it . And vertue neuer will giue ou'r , Without a great conflict . &c.
Himne . To iudge a Humaine heart t is a Labyrinth , much vnwide , Wherein we loose vs , if we haue Not experaunce for guide . &c.
Elegia . The woman nere so constaunt , or the Castle nere so strong : If th' one will heare , and th' other speake , They doo not endure long . &c.
New kinde of verces deuised by him : and are a wofull kinde of meter , to sing a loue , or death in . LIke the dolefull birde languishing , the which dooth sing , Her fatall song in swéete accordes , Betaking her selfe to her death , wearie of breath : On Meander her storie bordes . And euen so I , without hope that it helpes me ought , Bedew thy handes , héere with my teares : For I perceiue by thy rigore , that-to my dolore : The Gods themselues haue stopt their eares . Though speake Dian , what might thou meane , by this extreame . Crueltie , hauing such Diuine Fayre eyes : Doost thou thinke that when death , hath tooke my breath : That I will ende these cries of mine . No , no , thou art deceiu'd for then , my sprite agen , Shall followe thée fro place to place , Exclayming on thy crueltie , voide of pittie . &c. FINIS .
Ode . COme , come Simonid , and Anacreon , Come and laye your money to mine : And let vs goe and finde out Corydon : And be once dronke with new wine . Boye : bring hyther the greatest glasse , And fyll , though it runne tyll to morrowe . Héere holde my Anacre-on quasse , When we are droonke , we haue no sorrowe . But first I would thy Bathyll were Come with her Lute , that we might daunce . And that our olde Ronsard of Fraunce , With his Cassandra too were here . And what sayst Simon'd shall we send , For our Wenches , now at beginning : Hâ , he that loues not Wine , and Women , Will neuer make a holsome ende .
❧ Odellet . DIan , if it might come to passe : Or that I might haue my desire : I would to the Gods that I were , Turned into thy looking Glasse . Or to the pillowe of this bead : Whereon thou layst thy daintie head . Or to water , that I might wash thée : Or to thy roabe , that thou mightst weare mée : Or that hang here on thy teatine , I would I were these pearles of thine . Or my Dian , to tell thée true , I would I could be but thy shew .
Odellet . SOme will sing the great feates of Armes Of Rome : some other the alarmes of Thebs : and some other of Troye , And both the siedge , and the efroye . But what haue I to doe with warriers : Meddle I then with those that fit : No , no , I nere hurt any yet : Nor nere men to come among soldiers . I care not for the Thracian God : I am no man that seeketh blood : But like the olde Poët Annacron , It pleases mée well to be Biberon . And thus in a Sellor to quaffe , So that some Wench be by to lauffe . And with Bacchus , and Citherais , I meane to spend all my whole dayes .
Odellet . BOy : reach hyther the bottle , that I may taste of thy crimson lycor : For when I am in any dolor , It onelie reioyces my heart . The deuill made money I thinke : For without money , what a liuing , Haue we that serue couetous women : And without it we can not drinke . Learning is not now woorth a penny , And these wiues care for no fayre lookes , And what shall a man doo with Bookes . Faith hang , if he can get no mony .
Odellet . BVt why since , death will not retard , For any gift that we her offer : My Dyolle , what helpes it to gard , This golde , a rousting in a coffer . Is' t not better that whiles we liue , We giue our selues to learning : when Better then ought else we can giue , ( Dead ) it makes vs to reuiue agen . FINIS .
Stansse . DIeus que ie hay ( ronsard ) qui rien nese propoze , Qu'a tromper vne amour d'un language allechant , Dian ie vos pry aiez loreille e cloze , Affin de n'ouyr point la doulceur de son chant . Non ie hay plus que mort sa Casandre implacable , An caeur ou le Burin d'une douce Pitye , Ne seut grauer benin vn seull trait d'amytie , " Car on doibt payer l'amour d'une amitye semblable .
Quadran . Lon ne peut inger lesant dans le visage , Sy l'amant est fidelle , ou volage , en amoure : Pour le scau●ir an vray fueilletez le Courage , " Car la durable amytye ne se'preuue en vn ioure .
Quadran . Non non , Ie ne tiens point pour guerrier valeureux , Vng tas de ieunes sots qui ventant leur Vaillance , " Au fruit on congnoist larbre : a la perseuerance , " Lon remarque anssi tost vn gallant amoureus .
FINIS .