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Fowre Hymnes , MADE BY EDM. SPENSER .

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LONDON , Printed for William Ponsonby . 1596.

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE AND MOST VERtuous Ladies , the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland , and the Ladie Marie Countesse of Warwicke .

HAuing in the greener times of my youth , composed these former two Hymnes in the praise of Loue and beautie , and finding that the same too much pleased those of like age & disposition , which being too vehemently caried with that kind of affection , do rather sucke out poyson to their strong passion , then hony to their honest delight , I was moued by the one of you two most excellent Ladies , to call in the same . But being vnable so to doe , by reason that many copies thereof were formerly scattered abroad , I resolued at least to amend , and by way of retractation to reforme them , making in stead of those two Hymnes of earthly or naturall loue and beautie , two others of heauenly and celestiall . The which I doe dedicate ioyntly vnto you two honorable sisters , as to the most excellent and rare ornaments of all true loue and beautie , both in the one and the other kinde , humbly beseeching you to vouchsafe the patronage of them , and to accept this my humble seruice , in lieu of the great graces and honourable fauours which ye dayly shew vnto me , vntill such time as I may by better meanes yeeld you some more notable testimonie of my thankfull mind and dutifull deuotion . And euen so I pray for your happinesse . Greenwich this first of September . 1596.

Your Honors most bounden euer in all humble seruice . Ed. Sp.
AN HYMNE IN HONOVR OF LOVE . LOue , that long since hast to thy mighty powre , Perforce subdude my poore captiued hart , And raging now therein with restlesse stowre , Doest tyrannize in euerie weaker part ; Faine would I seeke to ease my bitter smart , By any seruice I might do to thee , Or ought that else might to thee pleasing bee . And now t' asswage the force of this new flame , And make thee more propitious in my need , I meane to sing the praises of thy name , And thy victorious conquests to areed ; By which thou madest many harts to bleed Of mighty Victors , with wyde wounds embrewed , And by thy cruell darts to thee subdewed . Onely I feare my wits enfeebled late , Through the sharpe sorrowes , which thou hast me bred , Should faint , and words should faile me , to relate The wondrous triumphs of thy great godhed . But if thou wouldst vouchsafe to ouerspred Me with the shadow of thy gentle wing , I should enabled be thy actes to sing . Come then , ô come , thou mightie God of loue , Out of thy siluer bowres and secret blisse , Where thou doest sit in Venus lap aboue , Bathing thy wings in her ambrosiall kisse , That sweeter farre then any Nectar is ; Come softly , and my feeble breast inspire With gentle furie , kindled of thy fire . And ye sweet Muses , which haue often proued The piercing points of his auengefull darts ; And ye faire Nimphs , which oftentimes haue loued The cruell worker of your kindly smarts , Prepare your selues , and open wide your harts , For to receiue the triumph of your glorie , That made you merie oft , when ye were sorie . And ye faire blossomes of youths wanton breed , Which in the conquests of your beautie bost , Wherewith your louers feeble eyes you feed , But sterue their harts , that needeth nourture most , Prepare your selues , to march amongst his host , And all the way this sacred hymne do sing , Made in the honor of your Soueraigne king . GReat god of might , that reignest in the mynd , And all the bodie to thy hest doest frame , Victor of gods , subduer of mankynd , That doest the Lions and fell Tigers tame , Making their cruell rage thy scornefull game , And in their roring taking great delight ; Who can expresse the glorie of thy might ? Or who aliue can perfectly declare , The wondrous cradle of thine infancie ? When thy great mother Venus first thee bare , Begot of Plentie and of Penurie , Though elder then thine owne natiuitie ; And yet a chyld , renewing still thy yeares ; And yet the eldest of the heauenly Peares . For ere this worlds still mouing mightie masse , Out of great Chaos vgly prison crept , In which his goodly face long hidden was From heauens view , and in deepe darknesse kept , Loue , that had now long time securely slept In Venus lap , vnarmed then and naked , Gan reare his head , by Clotho being waked . And taking to him wings of his owne heate , Kindled at first from heauens life-giuing fyre , He gan to moue out of his idle seate , Weakely at first , but after with desyre Lifted aloft , he gan to mount vp hyre , And like fresh Eagle , make his hardie flight Through all that great wide wast , yet wanting light . Yet wanting light to guide his wandring way , His owne faire mother , for all creatures sake , Did lend him light from her owne goodly ray : Then through the world his way he gan to take , The world that was not till he did it make ; Whose sundrie parts he from them selues did seuer , The which before had lyen confused euer . The earth , the ayre , the water , and the fyre , Then gan to raunge them selues in huge array , And with contrary forces to conspyre Each against other , by all meanes they may , Threatning their owne confusion and decay : Ayre hated earth , and water hatefyre , Till Loue relented their rebellious yre . He then them tooke , and tempering goodly well Their contrary dislikes with loued meanes , Did place them all in order , and compell To keepe them selues within their sundrie raines , Together linkt with Adamantine chaines ; Yet so , as that in euery liuing wight They mixe themselues , & shew their kindly might . So euer since they firmely haue remained , And duly well obserued his beheast ; Through which now all these things that are contained Within this goodly cope , both most and least Their being haue , and dayly are increast , Through secret sparks of his infused fyre , Which in the barraine cold he doth inspyre . Thereby they all do liue , and moued are To multiply the likenesse of their kynd , Whilest they seeke onely , without further care , To quench the flame , which they in burning fynd : But man , that breathes a more immortall mynd , Not for lusts sake , but for eternitie , Seekes to enlarge his lasting progenie . For hauing yet in his deducted spright , Some sparks remaining of that heauenly fyre , He is enlumind with that goodly light , Vnto like goodly semblant to aspyre : Therefore in choice of loue , he doth desyre That seemes on earth most heauenly , to embrace , That same is Beautie , borne of heauenly race . For sure of all , that in this mortall frame Contained is , nought more diuine doth seeme , Or that resembleth more th' immortall flame Of heauenly light , then Beauties glorious beame . What wonder then , if with such rage extreme Fraile men , whose eyes seek heauenly things to see , At sight thereof so much enrauisht bee ? Which well perceiuing that imperious boy , Doth therwith tip his sharp empoisned darts ; Which glancing through the eyes with countenance coy , Rest not , till they haue pierst the trembling harts , And kindled flame in all their inner parts , Which suckes the blood , and drinketh vp the lyfe Of carefull wretches with consuming griefe . Thenceforth they playne , & make ful piteous mone Vnto the author of their balefull bane ; The daies they waste , the nights they grieue and grone , Their liues they loath , and heauens light disdaine ; No light but that , whose lampe doth yet remaine Fresh burning in the image of their eye , They deigne to see , and seeing it still dye . The whylst thou tyrant Loue doest laugh & scorne At their complaints , making their paine thy play ; Whylest they lye languishing like thrals forlorne , The whyles thou doest triumph in their decay , And otherwhyles , their dying to delay , Thou doest emmarble the proud hart of her , Whose loue before their life they doe prefer . So hast thou often done ( ay me the more ) To me thy vassall , whose yet bleeding hart , With thousand wounds thou mangled hast so sore That whole remaines scarse any little part , Yet to augment the anguish of my smart , Thou hast enfrosen her disdainefull brest , That no one drop of pitie there doth rest . Why then do I this honor vnto thee , Thus to ennoble thy victorious name , Since thou doest shew no fauour vnto mee , Ne once moue ruth in that rebellious Dame , Somewhat to slacke the rigour of my flame ? Certes small glory doest thou winne hereby , To let her liue thus free , and me to dy . But if thou be indeede , as men thee call , The worlds great Parent , the most kind preseruer Of liuing wights , the soueraine Lord of all , How falles it then , that with thy furious feruour , Thou doest afflict as well the not deseruer , As him that doeth thy louely heasts despize , And on thy subiects most doest tyrannize ? Yet herein eke thy glory seemeth more , By so hard handling those which best thee serue , That ere thou doest them vnto grace restore , Thou mayest well trie if they will euer swerue , And mayest them make it better to deserue , And hauing got it , may it more esteeme , For things hard gotten , men more dearely deeme . So hard those heauenly beauties be enfyred , As things diuine , least passions doe impresse , The more of stedfast mynds to be admyred , The more they stayed be on stedfastnesse : But baseborne mynds such lamps regard the lesse , Which at first blowing take not hastie fyre , Such fancies feele no loue , but loose desyre . For loue is Lord of truth and loialtie , Lifting himselfe out of the lowly dust , On golden plumes vp to the purest skie , Aboue the reach of loathly sinfull lust , Whose base affect through cowardly distrust Of his weake wings , dare not to heauen fly , But like a moldwarpe in the earth doth ly . His dunghill thoughts , which do themselues enure To dirtie drosse , no higher dare aspyre , Ne can his feeble earthly eyes endure The flaming light of that celestiall fyre , Which kindleth loue in generous desyre , And makes him mount aboue the natiue might Of heauie earth , vp to the heauens hight . Such is the powre of that sweet passion , That it all sordid basenesse doth expell , And the refyned mynd doth newly fashion Vnto a fairer forme , which now doth dwell In his high thought , that would it selfe excell ; Which he beholding still with constant sight , Admires the mirrour of so heauenly light . Whose image printing in his deepest wit , He thereon feeds his hungrie fantasy , Still full , yet neuer satisfyde with it , Like Tantale , that in store doth steruedly : So doth he pine in most satiety , For nought may quench his infinite desyre , Once kindled through that first conceiued fyre . Thereon his mynd affixed wholly is , Ne thinks on ought , but how it to attaine ; His care , his ioy , his hope is all on this , That seemes in it all blisses to containe , In sight whereof , all other blisse seemes vaine . Thrise happie man , might he the same possesse ; He faines himselfe , and doth his fortune blesse . And though he do not win his wish to end , Yet thus farre happie he him selfe doth weene , That heauens such happie grace did to him lend , As thing on earth so heauenly , to haue seene , His harts enshrined saint , his heauens queene , Fairer then fairest , in his fayning eye , Whose sole aspect he counts felicitye . Then forth he casts in his vnquiet thought , What he may do , her fauour to obtaine ; What braue exploit , what perill hardly wrought , What puissant conquest , what aduenturous paine , May please her best , and grace vnto him gaine : He dreads no danger , nor misfortune feares , His faith , his fortune , in his breast he beares . Thou art his god , thou art his mightie guyde , Thou being blind , letst him not see his feares , But cariest him to that which he hath eyde , Through seas , through flames , through thousand swords and speares : Ne ought so strong that may his force withstand , With which thou armest his resistlesse hand . Witnesse Leander , in the Euxine waues , And stout AEneas in the Troiane fyre , Achilles preassing through the Phrygian glaiues , And Orpheus daring to prouoke the yre Of damned fiends , to get his loue retyre : For both through heauen & hell thou makest way , To win them worship which to thee obay . And if by all these perils and these paynes , He may but purchase lyking in her eye , What heauens of ioy , then to himselfe he faynes , Eftsoones he wypes quite out of memory , What euer ill before he did aby , Had it bene death , yet would he die againe , To liue thus happie as her grace to gaine . Yet when he hath found fauour to his will , He nathemore can so contented rest , But forceth further on , and striueth still T' approch more neare , till in her inmost brest , He may embosomd bee , and loued best ; And yet not best , but to be lou'd alone , For loue can not endure a Paragone . The feare whereof , ô how doth it torment His troubled mynd with more then hellish paine ! And to his fayning fausie represent Sights neuer seene , and thousand shadowes vaine , To breake his sleepe , and waste his ydle braine ; Thou that hast neuer lou'd canst not beleeue , Least part of th' euils which poore louers greeue . The gnawing enuie , the hart-fretting feare , The vaine surmizes , the distrustfull showes , The false reports that flying tales doe beare , The doubts , the daungers , the delayes , the woes , The fayned friends , the vnassured foes , With thousands more then any tongue can tell , Doe make a louers life a wretches hell . Yet is there one more cursed then they all , That cancker worme , that monster Gelosie , Which eates the hart , and feedes vpon the gall , Turning all loues delight to miserie , Through feare of loosing his felicitie . Ah Gods , that euer ye that monster placed In gentle loue , that all his ioyes defaced . By these , ô Loue , thou doest thy entrance make , Vnto thy heauen , and doest the more endeere , Thy pleasures vnto those which them partake , As after stormes when clouds begin to cleare , The Sunne more bright & glorious doth appeare ; So thou thy folke , through paines of Purgatorie , Dost beare vnto thy blisse , and heauens glorie . There thou them placest in a Paradize Of all delight , and ioyous happie rest , Where they doe feede on Nectar heauenly wize , With Hercules and Hebe , and the rest Of Venus dearlings , through her bountie blest , And lie like Gods in yuorie beds arayd , With rose and lillies ouer them displayd . There with thy daughter Pleasure they doe play Their hurtlesse sports , without rebuke or blame , And in her snowy bosome boldly lay Their quiet heads , deuoyd of guilty shame , After full ioyance of their gentle game , Then her they crowne their Goddesse and their Queene , And decke with floures thy altars well beseene . Ay me , deare Lord , that euer I might hope , For all the paines and woes that I endure , To come at length vnto the wished scope Of my desire , or might my selfe assure , That happie port for euer to recure . Then would I thinke these paines no paines at all , And all my woes to be but penance small . Then would I sing of thine immortall praise An heauenly Hymne , such as the Angels sing , And thy triumphant name then would I raise Boue all the gods , thee onely honoring , My guide , my God , my victor , and my king ; Till then , dread Lord , vouchsafe to take of me This simple song , thus fram'd in praise of thee . FINIS .
AN HYMNE . IN HONOVR OF BEAVTIE . AH whither , Loue , wilt thou now carrie mee ? What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast , too full of thee ? Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre , Thou in me kindlest much more great desyre , And vp aloft aboue my strength doest rayse The wondrous matter of my fyre to prayse . That as I earst in praise of thine owne name , So now in honour of thy Mother deare , An honourable Hymne I eke should frame , And with the brightnesse of her beautie cleare , The rauisht harts of gazefull men might reare , To admiration of that heauenly light , From whence proceeds such foule enchaunting might . Therto do thou great Goddesse , queene of Beauty , Mother of loue , and of all worlds delight , Without whose souerayne grace and kindly dewty , Nothing on earth seemes fayre to fleshly sight , Doe thou vouchsafe with thy loue-kindling light , Tilluminate my dim and dulled eyne , And beautifie this sacred hymne of thyne . That both to thee , to whom I meane it most , And eke to her , whose faire immortall beame , Hath darted fyre into my feeble ghost , That now it wasted is with woes extreame , It may so please that she at length will streame Some deaw of grace , into my withered hart , After long sorrow and consuming smart . WHat time this worlds great workmaister did cast To make al things , such as we now behold It seemes that he before his eyes had plast A goodly Paterne to whose perfect mould , He fashiond them as comely as he could , That now so faire and seemely they appeare , As nought may be amended any wheare . That wondrous Paterne wheresoere it bee , Whether in earth layd vp in secret store , Or else in heauen , that no man may it see With sinfull eyes , for feare it to deflore , Is perfect Beautie which all men adore , Whose face and feature doth so much excell All mortall sence , that none the same may tell . Thereof as euery earthly thing partakes , Or more or lesse by influence diuine , So it more faire accordingly it makes , And the grosse matter of this earthly myne , Which clotheth it , thereafter doth refyne , Doing away the drosse which dims the light Of that faire beame , which therein is empight . For through infusion of celestiall powre , The duller earth it quickneth with delight , And life-full spirits priuily doth powre Through all the parts , that to the lookers sight They seeme to please . That is thy soueraine might , O Cyprian Queene , which flowing from the beame Of thy bright starre , thou into them doest streame . That is the thing which giueth pleasant grace To all things faire , that kindleth liuely fyre , Light of thy lampe , which shyning in the face , Thence to the soule darts amorous desyre , And robs the harts of those which it admyre , Therewith thou pointest thy Sons poysned arrow , That wounds the life , & wastes the inmost marrow . How vainely then doe ydle wits inuent , That beautie is nought else , but mixture made Of colours faire , and goodly temp'rament Of pure complexions , that shall quickly fade And passe away , like to a sommers shade , Or that it is but comely composition Of parts well measurd , with meet disposition . Hath white and red in it such wondrous powre , That it can pierce through th' eyes vnto the hart , And therein stirre such rage and restlesse stowre , As nought but death can stint his dolours smart ? Or can proportion of the outward part , Moue such affection in the inward mynd , That it can rob both sense and reason blynd ? Why doe not then the blossomes of the field , Which are arayd with much more orient hew , And to the sense most daintie odours yield , Worke like impression in the lookers vew ? Or why doe not faire pictures like powre shew , In which oftimes , we Nature see of Art Exceld , in perfect limming euery part . But ah , beleeue me , there is more then so That workes such wonders in the minds of men . I that haue often prou'd , too well it know ; And who so list the like assayes to ken , Shall find by tryall , and confesse it then , That Beautie is not , as fond men misdeeme , An outward shew of things , that onely seeme . For that same goodly hew of white and red , With which the cheekes are sprinckled , shal decay , And those sweete rosy leaues so fairely spred Vpon the lips , shall fade and fall away To that they were , euen to corrupted clay . That golden wyre , those sparckling stars so bright Shall turne to dust , and loose their goodly light . But that faire lampe , from whose celestiall ray That light proceedes , which kindleth louers fire , Shall neuer be extinguisht nor decay , But when the vitall spirits doe expyre , Vnto her natiue planet shall retyre , For it is heauenly borne and can not die , Being a parcell of the purest skie . For when the soule , the which deriued was At first , out of that great immortall Spright , By whom all liue to loue , whilome did pas Downe from the top of purest heauens hight , To be embodied here , it then tooke light And liuely spirits from that fayrest starre , Which lights the world forth from his firie carre . Which powre retayning still or more or lesse , When she in fleshly seede is est enraced , Through euery part she doth the same impresse , According as the heauens haue her graced , And frames her house , in which she will be placed , Fit for her selfe , adorning it with spoyle Of th' heauenly riches , which she robderewhyle . Therof it comes , that these faire soules , which haue The most resemblance of that heauenly light , Frame to themselues most beautifull and braue Their fleshly bowre , most fit for their delight , And the grosse matter by a soueraine might Tempers so trim , that it may well be seene , A pallace fit for such a virgin Queene . So euery spirit , as it is most pure , And hath in it the more of heauenly light , So it the fairer bodie doth procure To habit in , and it more fairely dight With chearefull grace and amiable sight . For of the soule the bodie forme doth take : For soule is forme , and doth the bodie make . Therefore where euer that thou doest behold A comely corpse , with beautie faire endewed , Know this for certaine , that the same doth hold A beauteous soule , with faire conditions thewed , Fit to receiue the seede of vertue strewed . For all that faire is , is by nature good ; That is a signe to know the gentle blood . Yet oft it falles , that many a gentle mynd Dwels in deformed tabernacle drownd , Either by chaunce , against the course of kynd , Or through vnaptnesse in the substance fownd , Which it assumed of some stubborne grownd , That will not yield vnto her formes direction , But is perform'd with some foule imperfection . And oft it falles ( ay me the more to rew ) That goodly beautie , albe heauenly borne , Is foule abusd , and that celestiall hew , Which doth the world with her delight adorne , Made but the bait of sinne , and sinners scorne ; Whilest euery one doth seeke and sew to haue it , But euery one doth seeke , but to depraue it . Yet nathemore is that faire beauties blame , But theirs that do abuse it vnto ill : Nothing so good , but that through guilty shame May be corrupt , and wrested vnto will . Nathelesse the soule is faire and beauteous still , How euer fleshes fault it filthy make : For things immortall no corruption take . But ye faire Dames , the worlds deare ornaments , And liuely images of heauens light , Let not your beames with such disparagements Be dimd , and your bright glorie darkned quight , But mindfull still of your first countries sight , Doe still preserue your first informed grace , Whose shadow yet shynes in your beauteous face . Loath that foule blot , that hellish fierbrand , Disloiall lust , faire beauties foulest blame , That base affections , which your eares would bland , Commend to you by loues abused name ; But is indeede the bondslaue of defame , Which will the garland of your glorie marre , And quench the light of your bright shyning starre . But gentle Loue , that loiall is and trew , Will more illumine your resplendent ray , And adde more brightnesse to your goodly hew , From light of his pure fire , which by like way Kindled of yours , your likenesse doth display , Like as two mirrours by opposd reflexion , Doe both expresse the faces first impression . Therefore to make your beautie more appeare , It you behoues to loue , and forth to lay That heauenly riches , which in you ye beare , That men the more admyre their fountaine may , For else what booteth that celestiall ray , If it in darknesse be enshrined euer , That it of louing eyes be vewed neuer ? But in your choice of Loues , this well aduize , That likest to your selues ye them select , The which your forms first sourse may sympathize , And with like beauties parts be inly deckt : For if you loosely loue without respect , It is no loue , but a discordant warre , Whose vnlike parts amongst themselues do iarre . For Loue is a celestiall harmonie , Of likely harts composd of starres concent , Which ioyne together in sweete sympathie , To worke ech others ioy and true content , Which they haue harbourd since their first descent Out of their heauenly bowres , where they did see And know ech other here belou'd to bee . Then wrong it were that any other twaine Should in loues gentle band combyned bee , But those whom heauen did at first ordaine , And made out of one mould the more t' agree : For all that like the beautie which they see , Streight do not loue : for loue is not so light , As streight to burne at first beholders sight . But they which loue indeede , looke otherwise , With pure regard and spotlesse true intent , Drawing out of the obiect of their eyes , A more refyned forme , which they present Vnto their mind , voide of all blemishment ; Which it reducing to her first perfection , Beholdeth free from fleshes frayle infection . And then conforming it vnto the light , Which in it selfe it hath remaining still Of that first Sunne , yet sparckling in his sight , Thereof he fashions in his higher skill , An heauenly beautie to his fancies will , And it embracing in his mind entyre , The mirrour of his owne thought doth admyre . Which seeing now so inly faire to be , As outward it appeareth to the eye , And with his spirits proportion to agree , He thereon fixeth all his fantasie , And fully setteth his felicitie , Counting it fairer , then it is indeede , And yet indeede her fairenesse doth exceede . For louers eyes more sharply sighted bee Then other mens , and in deare loues delight See more then any other eyes can see , Through mutuall receipt of beames bright , Which carrie priuie message to the spright , And to their eyes that inmost faire display , As plaine as light discouers dawning day . Therein they see through amorous eye-glaunces , Armies of loues still flying too and fro , Which dart at them their litle fierie launces , Whom hauing wounded , backe againe they go , Carrying compassion to their louely foe ; Who seeing her faire eyes so sharpe effect , Cures all their sorrowes with one sweete aspect . In which how many wonders doe they reede To their conceipt , that others neuer see , Now of her smiles , with which their soules they feede , Like Gods with Nectar in their bankets free , Now of her lookes , which like to Cordials bee ; But when her words embassade forth she sends , Lord how sweete musicke that vnto them lends . Sometimes vpon her forhead they behold A thousand Graces masking in delight , Sometimes within her eye-lids they vnfold Ten thousand sweet belgards , which to their sight Doe seeme like twinckling starres in frostie night : But on her lips like rosy buds in May , So many millions of chaste pleasures play . All those , ô Cytherea , and thousands more Thy handmaides be , which do on thee attend To decke thy beautie with their dainties store , That may it more to mortall eyes commend , And make it more admyr'd of foe and frend ; That in mens harts thou mayst thy throne enstall , And spred thy louely kingdome ouer all . Then Iotryumph , ô great beauties Queene , Aduance the banner of thy conquest hie , That all this world , the which thy vassals beene , May draw to thee , and with dew fealtie , Adore the powre of thy great Maiestie , Singing this Hymne in honour of thy name , Compyld by me , which thy poore liegeman am . In lieu whereof graunt , ô great Soueraine , That she whose conquering beautie doth captiue My trembling hart in her eternall chaine , One drop of grace at length will to me giue , That I her bounden thrall by her may liue , And this same life , which first fro me she reaued , May owe to her , of whom I it receaued . And you faire Venus dearling , my deare dread , Fresh flowre of grace , great Goddesse of my life , When your faire eyes these fearefull lines shal read , Deigne to let fall one drop of dew reliefe , That may recure my harts long pyning griefe , And shew what wondrous powre your beauty hath , That can restore a damned wight from death . FINIS .
AN HYMNE OF HEAVENLY LOVE . LOue , lift me vp vpon thy golden wings , From this base world vnto thy heauens hight , Where I may see those admirable things , Which there thou workest by thy soueraine might , Farre aboue feeble reach of earthly sight , That I thereof an heauenly Hymne may sing Vnto the god of Loue , high heauens king . Many lewd layes ( ah woe is me the more ) In praise of that mad fit , which fooles call loue , I haue in th' heat of youth made heretofore , That in light wits did loose affection moue . But all those follies now I do reproue , And turned haue the tenor of my string , The heauenly prayses of true loue to sing . And ye that wont with greedy vaine desire To reade my fault , and wondring at my flame , To warme your selues at my wide sparckling fire , Sith now that heat is quenched , quench my blame , And in her ashes shrowd my dying shame : For who my passed follies now pursewes , Beginnes his owne , and my old fault renewes . BEfore this worlds great frame , in which al things Are now containd , found any being place , Ere flitting Time could wag his eyas wings About that mightie bound , which doth embrace The rolling Spheres , & parts their houres by space , That high eternall powre , which now doth moue In all these things , mou'd in it selfe by loue . It lou'd it selfe , because it selfe was faire ; ( For faire is lou'd ; ) and of it selfe begot Like to it selfe his eldest sonne and heire , Eternall , pure , and voide of sinfull blot , The firstling of his ioy , in whom no iot Of loues dislike , or pride was to be found , Whom he therefore with equall honour crownd . With him he raignd , before all time prescribed , In endlesse glorie and immortall might , Together with that third from them deriued , Most wise , most holy , most almightie Spright , Whose kingdomes throne no thought of earthly wight Can comprehend , much lesse my trembling verse With equall words can hope it to reherse . Yet ô most blessed Spirit , pure lampe of light , Eternall spring of grace and wisedome trew , Vouchsafe to shed into my barren spright , Some little drop of thy celestiall dew , That may my rymes with sweet infuse embrew , And giue me words equall vnto my thought , To tell the marueiles by thy mercie wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powrefull grace , And full of fruitfull loue , that loues to get Things like himselfe , and to enlarge his race , His second brood though not in powre so great , Yet full of beautie , next he did beget An infinite increase of Angels bright , All glistring glorious in their Makers light . To them the heauens illimitable hight , Not this round heauen , which we from hence behold , Adornd with thousand lamps of burning light , And with ten thousand gemmes of shyning gold , He gaue as their inheritance to hold , That they might serue him in eternall blis , And be partakers of those ioyes of his . There they in their trinall triplicities About him wait , and on his will depend , Either with nimble wings to cut the skies , When he them on his messages doth send , Or on his owne dread presence to attend , Where they behold the glorie of his light , And caroll Hymnes of loue both day and night . Both day and night is vnto them all one , For he his beames doth still to them extend , That darknesse there appeareth neuer none , Ne hath their day , ne hath their blisse an end , But there their termelesse time in pleasure spend , Ne euer should their happinesse decay , Had not they dar'd their Lord to disobay . But pride impatient of long resting peace , Did puffe them vp with greedy bold ambition , That they gan cast their state how to increase , Aboue the fortune of their first condition , And sit in Gods owne seat without commission : The brightest Angell , euen the Child of light Drew millions more against their God to fight . Th' Almighty seeing their so bold assay , Kindled the flame of his consuming yre , And with his onely breath them blew away From heauens hight , to which they did aspyre , To deepest hell , and lake of damned fyre ; Where they in darknesse and dread horror dwell , Hating the happie light from which they fell . So that next off-spring of the Makers loue , Next to himselfe in glorious degree , Degendering to hate fell from aboue Through pride ; ( for pride and loue may ill agree ) And now of sinne to all ensample bee : How then can sinfull flesh it selfe assure , Sith purest Angels fell to be impure ? But that eternall fount of loue and grace , Still flowing forth his goodnesse vnto all , Now seeing left a waste and emptie place In his wyde Pallace , through those Angels fall , Cast to supply the same , and to enstall A new vnknowen Colony therein , Whose root from earths base groundworke shold begin . Therefore of clay , base , vile , and next to nought , Yet form'd by wondrous skill , and by his might : According to an heauenly patterne wrought , Which he had fashiond in his wise foresight , He man did make , and breathd a liuing spright Into his face most beautifull and fayre , Endewd with wifedomes riches , heauenly , rare . Such he him made , that he resemble might Himselfe , as mortall thing immortall could ; Him to be Lord of euery liuing wight , He made by loue out of his owne like mould , In whom he might his mightie selfe behould : For loue doth loue the thing belou'd to see , That like it selfe in louely shape may bee . But man forgetfull of his makers grace , No lesse then Angels , whom he did ensew , Fell from the hope of promist heauenly place , Into the mouth of death to sinners dew , And all his off-spring into thraldome threw : Where they for euer should in bonds remaine , Of neuer dead , yet euer dying paine . Till that great Lord of Loue , which him at first Made of meere loue , and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accurst , In that deepe horror of despeyred hell , Him wretch in doole would let no lenger dwell , But cast out of that bondage to redeeme , And pay the price , all were his debt extreeme . Out of the bosome of eternall blisse , In which he reigned with his glorious syre , He downe descended , like a most demisse And abiect thrall , in fleshes fraile attyre , That he for him might pay sinnes deadly hyre , And him restore vnto that happie state , In which he stood before his haplesse fate . In flesh at first the guilt committed was , Therefore in flesh it must be satisfyde : Nor spirit , nor Angell , though they man surpas , Could make amends to God for mans misguyde , But onely man himselfe , who selfe did slyde . So taking flesh of sacred virgins wombe , For mans deare sake he did a man become . And that most blessed bodie , which was borne Without all blemish or reprochfull blame , He freely gaue to be both rent and torne Of cruell hands , who with despightfull shame Reuyling him , that them most vile became , At length him nayled on a gallow tree , And slew the iust , by most vniust decree . O huge and most vnspeakeable impression Of loues deepe wound , that pierst the piteous hart Of that deare Lord with so entyre affection , And sharply launching euery inner part , Dolours of death into his soule did dart ; Doing him die , that neuer it deserued , To free his foes , that from his heast had swerued . What hart can feele least touch of so sore launch , Or thought can think the depth of so deare wound ? Whose bleeding sourse their streames yet neuer staunch , But stil do flow , & freshly still redound , To heale the sores of sinfull soules vnsound , And clense the guilt of that infected cryme , Which was enrooted in all fleshly slyme . O blessed well of loue , ô floure of grace , O glorious Morning starre , ô lampe of light , Most liuely image of thy fathers face , Eternall King of glorie , Lord of might , Meeke lambe of God before all worlds behight , How can we thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this loue , But loue of vs for guerdon of thy paine . Ay me ; what can vs lesse then that behone ? Had he required life of vs againe , Had it beene wrong to aske his owne with gaine ? He gaue vs life , he it restored lost ; Then life were least , that vs so litle cost . But he our life hath left vnto vs free , Free that was thrall , and blessed that was band ; Ne ought demaunds , but that we louing bee , As he himselfe hath lou'd vs afore hand , And bound therto with an eternall band , Him first to loue , that vs so dearely bought , And next , our brethren to his image wrought . Him first to loue , great right and reason is , Who first to vs our life and being gaue ; And after when we fared had amisse , Vs wretches from the second death did saue ; And last the food of life , which now we haue , Euen himselfe in his deare sacrament , To feede our hungry soules vnto vs lent . Then next to loue our brethren , that were made Of that selfe mould , and that selfe makers hand , That we , and to the same againe shall fade , Where they shall haue like heritage of land , How euer here on higher steps we stand ; Which also were with selfe same price redeemed That we , how euer of vs light esteemed . And were they not , yet since that louing Lord Commaunded vs to loue them for his sake , Euen for his sake , and for his sacred word , Which in his last bequest he to vs spake , We should them loue , & with their needs partake ; Knowing that whatsoere to them we giue , We giue to him , by whom we all doe liue . Such mercy he by his most holy reede Vnto vs taught , and to approue it trew , Ensampled it by his most righteous deede , Shewing vs mercie miserable crew , That we the like should to the wretches shew , And loue our brethren ; thereby to approue , How much himselfe that loued vs , we loue . Then rouze thy selfe , ô earth , out of thy soyle , In which thou wallowest like to filthy swyne , And doest thy mynd in durty pleasures moyle , Vnmindfull of that dearest Lord of thyne ; Lift vp to him thy heauie clouded eyne , That thou his soueraine bountie mayst behold . And read through loue his mercies manifold . Beginne from first , where he encradled was In simple cratch , wrapt in a wad of hay , Betweene the toylefull Oxe and humble Asse , And in what rags , and in how base aray , The glory of our heauenly riches lay , When him the silly Shepheards came to see , Whom greatest Princes sought on lowest knee . From thence reade on the storie of his life , His humble carriage , his vnfaulty wayes , His cancred foes , his fights , his toyle , his strife , His paines , his pouertie , his sharpe assayes , Through which he past his miserable dayes , Offending none , and doing good to all , Yet being malist both of great and small . And looke at last how of most wretched wights , He taken was , betrayd , and false accused , How with most scornefull taunts , & fell despights brused ; He was reuyld , disgrast , and foule abused , How scourgd , how crownd , how buffeted , how & syde . And lastly how twixt robbers crucifyde , With bitter wounds through hands , through feet Then let thy flinty hart that feeles no paine , Empierced be with pittifull remorse , And let thy bowels bleede in euery vaine , At sight of his most sacred heauenly corse , So torne and mangled with malicious forse , And let thy soule , whose sins his sorrows wrought , Melt into teares , and grone in grieued thought . With sence whereof whilest so thy softened spirit Is inly toucht , and humbled with meeke zeale , Through meditation of his endlesse merit , Lift vp thy mind to th' author of thy weale , And to his soueraine mercie doe appeale ; Learne him to loue , that loued thee so deare , And in thy brest his blessed image beare . With all thy hart , with all thy soule and mind , Thou must him loue , and his beheasts embrace , All other loues , with which the world doth blind Weake fancies , and stirre vp affections base , Thou must renounce , and vtterly displace , And giue thy selfe vnto him full and free , That full and freely gaue himselfe to thee . Then shalt thou feele thy spirit so possest , And rauisht with deuouring great desire Of his deare selfe , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with loue , and set thee all on fire With burning zeale , through euery part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight , But in his sweet and amiable sight . Thenceforth all worlds desire will in thee dye , And all earthes glorie on which men do gaze , Seeme durt and drosse in thy pure sighted eye , Compar'd to that celestiall beauties blaze , Whose glorious beames all fleshly sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes and lumining the spright . Then shall thy rauisht soule inspired bee With heauenvly thoughts , farre aboue humane skil , And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainely see Th' idee of his pure glorie present still , Before thy face , that all thy spirits shall fill With sweete enragement of celestiall loue , Kindled through sight of those faire things aboue . FINIS .
AN HYMNE OF HEAVENLY BEAVTIE . RApt with the rage of mine own rauisht thought , Through contemplation of those goodly sights , And glorious images in heauen wrought , Whose wondrous beauty breathing sweet delights , Do kindle loue in high conceipted sprights : I faine to tell the things that I behold , But feele my wits to faile , and tongue to fold . Vouchsafe then , ô thou most almightie Spright , From whom all guifts of wit and knowledge flow , To shed into my breast some sparkling light Of thine eternall Truth , that I may show Some litle beames to mortall eyes below , Of that immortall beautie , there with thee , Which in my weake distraughted mynd I see . That with the glorie of so goodly sight , The hearts of men , which fondly here admyre Faire seeming shewes , and feed on vaine delight , Transported with celestiall desyre Of those faire formes , may lift themselues vp hye● , And learne to loue with zealous humble dewty Th' eternall fountaine of that heauenly beauty . Beginning then below , with th' easie vew Of this base world , subiect to fleshly eye , From thence to mount aloft by order dew , To contemplation of th' immortall sky , Of the soare faulcon so I learne to fly , That flags awhile her fluttering wings beneath , Till she her selfe for stronger flight can breath . Then looke who list , thy gazefull eyes to feed With sight of that is faire , looke on the frame Of this wyde vniuerse , and therein reed The endlesse kinds of creatures , which by name Thou canst not count , much lesse their natures aime : All which are made with wondrous wise respect , And all with admirable beautie deckt . First th' Earth , on adamantine pillers founded , Amid the Sea engirt with brasen bands ; Then th' Aire still flitting , but yet firmely bounded On euerie side , with pyles of flaming brands , Neuer consum'd nor quencht with mortall hands ; And last , that mightie shining christall wall , Wherewith he hath encompassed this All. By view whereof , it plainly may appeare , That still as euery thing doth vpward tend , And further is from earth , so still more cleare And faire it growes , till to his perfect end Of purest beautie , it at last ascend : Ayre more then water , fire much more then ayre , And heauen then fire appeares more pure & fayre . Looke thou no further , but affixe thine eye , On that bright shynie round still mouing Masse , The house of blessed Gods , which men call Skye , All sowd with glistring stars more thicke than grasse , Whereof each other doth in brightnesse passe ; But those two most , which ruling night and day , As King and Queene , the heauens Empire sway . And tell me then , what hast thou euer seene , That to their beautie may compared bee , Or can the sight that is most sharpe and keene , Endure their Captains flaming head to see ? How much lesse those , much higher in degree , And so much fairer , and much more then these , As these are fairer then the land and seas ? For farre aboue these heauens which here we see , Be others farre exceeding these in light , Not bounded , not corrupt , as these same bee , But infinite in largenesse and in hight , Vnmouing , vncorrupt , and spotlesse bright , That need no Sunne t' illuminate their spheres , But their owne natiue light farre passing theirs . And as these heauens still by degrees arize , Vntill they come to their first Mouers bound , That in his mightie compasse doth comprize , And carrie all the rest with him around , So those likewise doe by degrees redound , And rise more faire , till they at last ariue To the most faire , whereto they all do striue . Faire is the heauen , where happy soules haue place , In full enioyment of felicitie , Whence they doe still behold , the glorious face Of the diuine eternall Maiestie ; More faire is that , where those Idees on hie Enraunged be , which Plato so admyred , And pure Intelligences from God inspyred . Yet fairer is that heauen , in w hich doe raine The soueraine Powres and mightie Potentates , Which in their high protections doe containe All mortall Princes , and imperiall States ; And fayrer yet , whereas the royall Seates And heauenly Dominations are set , From whom all earthly gouernance is fet . Yet farre more faire be those bright Cherubins , Which all with golden wings are ouerdight , And those eternall burning Seraphins , Which from their faces dart out fierie light ; Yet fairer then they both , and much more bright Be th' Angels and Archangels , which attend On Gods owne person , without rest or end . These thus in faire each other farre excelling , As to the Highest they approch more neare , Yet is that Highest farre beyond all telling , Fairer then all the rest which there appeare , Though all their beauties ioynd together were : How then can mortall tongue hope to expresse , The image of such endlesse perfectnesse ? Cease then my tongue , and lend vnto my mynd Leaue to bethinke how great that beautie is , Whose vtmost parts so beautifull I fynd , How much more those essentiall parts of his , His truth , his loue , his wisedome , and his blis , His grace , his doome , his mercy and his might , By which he lends vs of himselfe a sight . Those vnto all he daily doth display , And shew himselfe in th' image of his grace , As in a looking glasse , through which he may Be seene , of all his creatures vile and base , That are vnable else to see his face , His glorious face which glistereth else so bright , That th' Angels selues can not endure his sight . But we fraile wights , whose sight cannot sustaine The Suns bright beames , when he on vs doth shyne , But that their points rebutted backe againe Are duld , how can we see with feeble eyne , The glory of that Maiestie diuine , In sight of whom both Sun and Moone are darke , Compared to his least resplendent sparke ? The meanes therefore which vnto vs is lent , Him to behold , is on his workes to looke , Which he hath made in beauty excellent , And in the same , as in a brasen booke , To reade enregistred in euery nooke His goodnesse , which his beautie doth declare , For all that s good , is beautifull and faire . Thenee gathering plumes of perfect speculation , To impe the wings of thy high flying mynd , Mount vp aloft through heauenly contemplation , From this darke world , whose damps the soule do blynd , And like the natiue brood of Eagles kynd , On that bright Sunne of glorie fixe thine eyes , Clear'd from grosse mists of fraile infirmities . Humbled with feare and awfull reuerence , Before the footestoole of his Maiestie , Throw thy selfe downe with trembling innocence , Ne dare looke vp with corruptible eye , On the dred face of that great Deity , For feare , lest if he chaunce to looke on thee , Thou turne to nought , and quite confounded be . But lowly fall before his mercie seate , Close couered with the Lambes integrity , From the iustwrath of his auengefull threate , That sits vpon the righteous throne on hy : His throne is built vpon Eternity , More firme and durable then steele or brasse , Or the hard diamond , which them both doth passe . His scepter is the rod of Righteousnesse , With which he bruseth all his foes to dust , And the great Dragon strongly doth represse , Vnder the rigour of his iudgement iust ; His seate is Truth , to which the faithfull trust ; From whence proceed her beames so pure & bright , That all about him sheddeth glorious light . Light farre exceeding that bright blazing sparke , Which darted is from Titans flaming head , That with his beames enlumineth the darke The dark & dampish aire , wherby al things are red : Whose nature yet so much is maruelled Of mortall wits , that it doth much amaze The greatest wisards , which thereon do gaze . But that immortall light which there doth shine , Is many thousand times more cleare , More excellent , more glorious , more diuine , Through which to God all mortall actions here , And euen the thoughts of men , do plaine appeare : For from th' eternall Truth it doth proceed , Through heauenly vertue , which her beames doe breed . With the great glorie of that wondrous light , His throne is all encompassed around , And hid in his owne brightnesse from the sight Of all that looke thereon with eyes vnsound : And vnderneath his feet are to be found , Thunder , and lightning , and tempestuous fyre , The instruments of his auenging yre . There in his bosome Sapience doth sit , The soueraine dearling of the Deity , Clad like a Queene in royall robes , most fit For so great powre and peerelesse maiesty . And all with gemmes and iewels gorgeously Adornd , that brighter then the starres appeare , And make her natiue brightnes seem more cleare . And on her head a crowne of purest gold Is set , in signe of highest soueraignty , And in her hand a scepter she doth hold , With which she rules the house of God on hy , And menageth the euer-mouing sky , And in the same these lower creatures all , Subiected to her powre imperiall . Both heauen and earth obey vnto her will , And all the creatures which they both containe : For of her fulnesse which the world doth fill , They all partake , and do in state remaine , As their great Maker did at first ordaine , Through obseruation of her high beheast , By which they first were made , and still increast . The fairenesse of her face no tongue can tell , For she the daughters of all wemens race , And Angels eke , in beautie doth excell , Sparkled on her from Gods owne glorious face , And more increast by her owne goodly grace , That it doth farre exceed all humane thought , Ne can on earth compared be to ought . Ne could that Painter ( had he liued yet ) Which pictured Venus with so curious quill , That all posteritie admyred it , Haue purtrayd this , for all his maistring skill ; Ne she her selfe , had she remained still , And were as faire , as fabling wits do fayne , Could once come neare this beauty souerayne . But had those wits the wonders of their dayes , Or that sweete Teian Poet which did spend His plenteous vaine in setting forth her prayse , Seene but a glims of this , which I pretend , How wondrously would he her face commend , Aboue that Idole of his fayning thought , That all the world shold with his rimes be fraught ? How then dare I , the nouice of his Art , Presume to picture so diuine a wight , Or hope t' expresse her least perfections part , Whose beautie filles the heauens with her light , And darkes the earth with shadow of her sight ? Ah gentle Muse thou art too weake and faint , The pourtraict of so heauenly hew to paint . Let Angels which her goodly face behold And see at will , her soueraigne praises sing , And those most sacred mysteries vnfold , Of that faire loue of mightie heauens king . Enough is me t'admyre so heauenly thing , And being thus with her huge loue possest , In th' only wonder of her selfe to rest . But who so may , thrise happie man him hold , Of all on earth , whom God so much doth grace , And lets his owne Beloued to behold : For in the view of her celestiall face , All ioy , all blisse , all happinesse haue place , Ne ought on earth can want vnto the wight , Who of her selfe can win the wishfull sight . For she out of her secret threasury , Plentie of riches forth on him will powre , Euen heauenly riches , which there hidden ly Within the closet of her chastest bowre , Th' eternall portion of her precious dowre , Which mighty God hath giuen to her free , And to all those which thereof worthy bee . None thereof worthy be , but those whom shee Vouchsafeth to her presence to receaue , And letteth them her louely face to see , Wherof such wondrous pleasures they conceaue , And sweete contentment , that it doth bereaue Their soule of sense , through infinite delight , And them transport from flesh into the spright . In which they see such admirable things , As carries them into an extasy , And heare such heauenly notes , and carolings Of Gods high praise , that filles the brasen sky , And feele such ioy and pleasure inwardly , That maketh them all worldly cares forget , And onely thinke on that before them set . Ne from thenceforth doth any fleshly sense , Or idle thought of earthly things remaine , But all that earst seemd sweet , seemes now offense , And all that pleased earst , now seemes to paine , Their ioy , their comfort , their desire , their gaine , Is fixed all on that which now they see , All other sights but fayned shadowes bee . And that faire lampe , which vseth to enflame The hearts of men with selfe consuming fyre , Thenceforth seemes fowle , & full of sinfull blame ; And all that pompe , to which proud minds aspyre By name of honor , and so much desyre , Seemes to them basenesse , and all riches drosse , And all mirth sadnesse , and all lucre losse . So full their eyes are of that glorious sight , And senses fraught with such satietie , That in nought else on earth they can delight , But in th' aspect of that felicitie , Which they haue written in their inward ey ; On which they feed , and in their fastened mynd All happie ioy and full contentment fynd . Ah then my hungry soule , which long hast fed On idle fancies of thy foolish thought , And with false beauties flattring bait misled , Hast after vaine deceiptfull shadowes sought , Which all are fled , and now haue left thee nought , But late repentance through thy follies prief ; Ah ceasse to gaze no matter of thy grief . And looke at last vp to that soueraine light , From whose pure beams alperfect beauty springs , That kindleth loue in euery godly spright , Euen the loue of God , which loathing brings Of this vile world , and these gay seeming things ; With whose sweete pleasures being so possest , Thy straying thoughts henceforth for euer rest .

Daphnaida .

AN ELEGIE VPON THE DEATH OF THE NOBLE AND VERTVOVS DOVGLAS Howard , daughter and heire of Henry Lord Howard , Viscount Byndon , and wife of Arthur Gorges Esquier .

Dedicated to the Right honorable the Ladie Helena , Marquesse of Northampton .

By Ed. Sp.

ANCHORA SPEI

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AT LONDON Printed for William Ponsonby , 1596.

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE AND VERtuous Lady Helena Marquesse of North-hampton .

I Haue the rather presumed humbly to offer vnto your Honour the dedication of this little Poëme , for that the noble and vertuous Gentlewoman of whom it is written , was by match neere alied , and in affection greatly deuoted vnto your Ladiship . The occasion why I wrote the same , was aswell the great good fame which I heard of her deceassed , as the particular good will which I beare vnto her husband Master Arthur Gorges , a louer of learning and vertue , whose house , as your Ladiship by mariage hath honoured , so doe I find the name of them by many notable records , to be of great antiquitie in this Realme ; and such as haue euer borne themselues with honoarable reputation to the world , & vnspotted loyaltie to their Prince and Countrey : besides so lineally are they descended from the Howards , as that the Lady Anne Howard , eldest daughter to Iohn Duke of Norfolke , was wife to Sir Edmund , mother to Sir Edward , and grandmother to Sir William and Sir Thomas Gorges Knightes . And therefore I doe assure my selfe , that no due honour done to the white Lyon , but will be most gratefull to your Ladiship , whose husband and children do so neerely participate with the bloud of that noble family . So in all dutie I recommende this Pamphlet , and the good acceptance thereof , to your honourable fauour and protection . London this first of Ianuarie . 1591.

Your Honours humbly euer . Ed. Sp.
DAPHNAIDA . WHat euer man he be , whose heauie mynd With griefe of mournefull great mishap opprest , Fit matter for his cares increase would fynd : Let reade the rufull plaint herein exprest , Of one ( I weene ) the wofulst man aliue ; Euen sad Alcyon , whose empierced brest , Sharpe sorrowe did in thousand peeces riue . But who so else in pleasure findeth sense , Or in this wretched life dooth take delight , Let him be banisht farre away from hence : Ne let the sacred Sisters here be hight , Though they of sorrowe heauilie can sing ; For euen their heauie song would breede delight : But here no tunes , saue sobs and grones shall ring . In stead of them , and their sweete harmonie , Let those three fatall Sisters , whose sad bands Doe weaue the direfull threeds of destinie , And in their wrath breake off the vitall bands , Approach hereto : and let the dreadfull Queene Of darkenes deepe come from the Stygian strands , And grisly Ghosts to heare this dolefull teene . In gloomie euening , when the wearie Sun , After his dayes long labour drew to rest , And sweatie steedes now hauing ouer run The compast skie , gan water in the west , I walkt abroad to breath the freshing ayre In open fields , whose flowring pride opprest With early frosts , had lost their beautie faire . There came vnto my mind a troublous thought , Which dayly doth my weaker wit possesse , Ne lets it rest , vntill it forth haue brought Her long borne Infant , fruit of heauinesse , Which she conceiued hath through meditation Of this worlds vainnesse , and lifes wretchednesse , That yet my soule it deepely doth empassion . So as I muzed on the miserie In which men liue , and I of many most , Most miserable man ; I did espie Where towards me a sory wight did cost , Clad all in black , that mourning did bewray : And Iaakob staffe in hand deuoutly crost , Like to some Pilgrim , come from farre away . His carelesse lockes , vncombed and vnshorne , Hong long adowne , and beard all ouer growne , That well he seemd to be some wight forlorne ; Downe to the earth his heauie eyes were throwne As loathing light : and euer as he went , He sighed soft , and inly deepe did grone , As if his heart in peeces would haue rent . Approaching nigh , his face I vewed nere , And by the semblant of his countenaunce , Me seemd I had his person seene else where , Most like Alcyon seeming at a glaunce ; Alcyon he , the iollie Shepheard swaine , That wont full merrilie to pipe and daunce , And fill with pleasance euery wood and plaine . Yet halfe in doubt , because of his disguize , I softlie sayd , Alcyon ? There withall He lookt a side as in disdainefull wise , Yet stayed not : till I againe did call . Then turning back , he saide with hollow sound , Who is it , that dooth name me , wofull thrall , The wretchedst man that treads this day on ground ? One , whom like wofulnesse impressed deepe , Hath made fit mate thy wretched case to heare , And giuen like cause with thee to waile and wepe : Griefe finds some ease by him that like does beare , Then stay Alcyon , gentle shepheard stay ( Quoth I ) till thou haue to my trustie care Committed , what thee dooth so ill apay . Cease foolish man ( saide he halfe wrothfully ) To seeke to heare that which cannot be told : For the huge anguish , which dooth multiplie My dying paines , no tongue can well vnfold : Ne doo I care , that any should bemone My hard mishap or any weepe that would , But seeke alone to weepe , and dye alone . Then be it so ( quoth I ) that thou art bent To die alone , vnpitied , vnplained , Yet ere thou die , it were conuenient To tell the cause , which thee thereto constrained : Least that the world thee dead accuse of guilt , And say , when thou of none shalt be maintained , That thou for secret crime thy blood hast spilt . Who life dooes loath , and longs to be vnbound From the strong shackles of fraile flesh ( quoth he ) Nought cares at all , what they that liue on ground Deeme the occasion of his death to bee : Rather desires to be forgotten quight , Than question made of his calamitie , For harts deep sorrow hates both life and light . Yet since so much thou seemst to rue my griefe , And car'st for one that for himselfe cares nought , ( Signe of thy loue , though nought for my reliefe : For my reliefe exceedeth liuing thought ) I will to thee this heauie case relate , Then harken well till it to end be brought , For neuer didst thou heare more haplesse fate . Whilome Ivsde ( as thou right well doest know ) My little flocke on westerne downes to keepe . Not far from whence Sabrinaes streame doth flow , And flowrie bancks with siluer liquor steepe . Nought carde I then for worldly change or chaunce , For all my ioy was on my gentle sheepe , And to my pype to caroll and to daunce . It there befell , as I the fields did range Fearelesse and free , a faire young Lionesse , White as the natiue Rose before the chaunge , Which Venus blood did in her leaues impresse . I spied playing on the grassie plaine Her youthfull sports and kindlie wantonnesse , That did all other Beasts in beawtie staine . Much was I moued at so goodly sight ; Whose like before , mine eye had seldome seene , And gan to cast , how I her compasse might , And bring to hand , that yet had neuer beene : So well I wrought with mildnes and with paine , That I her caught disporting on the greene , And brought away fast bound with siluer chaine . And afterwards I handled her so sayre , That though by kind shee stout and saluage were , For being borne an auncient Lions hayre , And of the race , that all wild beastes do feare ; Yet I her fram'd and wanso to my bent , That shee became so meeke and milde of cheare , As the least lamb in all my flock that went . For shee in field , where euer I did wend , Would wend with me , and waite by me all day : And all the night that I in watch did spend , If cause requir'd , or els in sleepe , if nay , Shee would all night by me or watch or sleepe ; And euermore when I did sleepe or play , She of my flock would take full warie keepe . Safe then and safest were my sillie she epe , Ne fear'd the Wolfe , ne fear'd the wildest beast : All were I drown'd in carelessequiet deepe : My loucly Lionosse without beheast So careful was for them and for my good , Thta when I waked , neither most nor least I found miscaried or in plaine or wood . Oft did the Shepheatils , which my hap did heare , And oft their lasses which my lack enuyde , Daylie resort to my from farre and neare , To see my Lyonesse , whose prailes wyde Where spred abroad , and when her worthinesse Much greater than the rude report they try'de , They her did praise , and my good fortune blesse . Long thus Lioyed in my happinesse , And well did hope my ioy would haue no end : But oh fond man , that in worlds ficklenesse Reposedst hope , or weenedst her thy frend , That glories most in mortall miseries , And daylie doth her changefull counfels bend To make new matter fit for Tragedies . For whilest I was thus without dread or dout , A cruell Satyre with his murdrous dart , Greedie of mischiefe , ranging all about , Gaue her the fatall wound of deadly smart : And reft from me my sweete companion , And reft fro me my loue , my life , my hart : My Lyonesse ( an woe is me ) is gon . Out of the world thus was she reft away , Out of the world , vnworthy such a spoyle ; And borne to heauen , for he auen a fitter pray : Much fitter than the Lyon , which with toyle Alcides slew , and fixt in firmament ; Her now I seeke throughout this earthly soyle , And seeking misse , and missing doe lament . Therewith he gan afresh to waile and weepe , That I for pittie of his heauie plight , Could not abstain mine eyes with teares to steepe : But when I saw the anguish of his spright Some deale alaid , I him bespake againe . Certes Alcyon , painefull is thy plight , That it in me breeds almost equall paine . Yet doth not my dull wit well vnderstand The riddle of thy loued Lionesse ; For rare it seemes in reason to be skand , That man , who doth the whole worlds rule possesse Should to a beast his noble hart embase , And be the vassall of his vassalesse : Therefore more plaine aread this doubtfull case . Then sighing sore , Daphne thou knewest ( quoth he ) She now is dead ; ne more endur'd to say : But fell to ground for great extremitie , That I beholding it , with deepe dismay Was much appald , and lightly him vprearing , Reuoked life , that would haue fled away , All were my selfe through grief in deadly drearing . Then gan I him to comfort all my best , And with milde counsaile stroue to mitigate The stormie passion of his troubled brest , But he thereby was more empassionate : As stubborne steed , that is with curb restrained , Becomes more fierce and feruent in his gate , And breaking foorth at last , thus dearnely plained . 1 What man henceforth that breatheth vitall aire , Will honour heauen , or heauenly powers adore ? Which so vniustly do their iudgements share ; Mongst earthly wights , as to afflict so sore The innocent , as those which do transgresse , And doe not spare the best or fairest , more Than worst or fowlest , but doe both oppresse . If this be right , why did they then create The world so faire , sith fairenesse is neglected ? Or why be they themselues immaculate , If purest things be not by them respected ? She faire , she pure , most faire , most pure she was , Yet was by them as thing impure reiected : Yet she in purenesse , heauen it selfe did pas . In purenesse and in all celestiall grace , That men admire in goodly womankind ; She did excell and seem'd of Angels race , Liuing on earth like Angell new diuinde , Adorn'd with wisedome and with chastitie : And all the dowries of a noble mind , Which did her beautie much more beautifie . No age hath bred ( since faire Astraea left The sinfull world ) more vertue in a wight , And when she parted hence , with her she reft Great hope ; and robd her race of bountie quight : Well may the shepheard lasses now lament , For doubble losse by her hath on them light ; To loose both her and bounties omament . Ne let Elisa royall Shepheardesse The praises of my parted loue enuy , For she hath praises in all plenteousnesse , Powr'd vpon her , like showers of Castaly By her owne Shepheard , Colin her own Shepherd , That her with heauenly hymnes doth deifie , Of rusticke muse full hardly to be betterd . She is the Rose , the glory of the day , And mine the Primrose in the lowly shade , Mine , ah not mine ; amisse I mine did say : Not mine but his , which mine a while her made : Mine to be his , with him to liue for ay : O that so faire a flowre so soone should fade , And through vntimely tempest fall away . She fell away in her first ages spring , Whilst yet her leafe was greene , & fresh her rinde , And whilst her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring , She fell away against all course of kinde : For age to dye is right , but youth is wrong ; She fell away like fruit blowne downe with winde : Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong . 2 What hart so stonie hard , but that would weepe , And poure forth fountaines of incessant teares ? What Timon , but would let compassion creepe Into his breast , and pierce his frosen eares ? In stead of teares , whose brackish bitter well I wasted haue , my heart bloud dropping weares , To thinke to ground how that faire blossome fell . Yet fell she not , as one enforst to dye , Ne dyde with dread and grudging discontent , But as one toyld with trauell downe doth lye , So lay she downe , as if to fleepe she went , And closde her eyes with carelesse quiemesse ; The whiles soft death away her spirit hent , And soule assoyld from sinfull fleshlinesse . Yet ere that life her lodging did forsake , She all resolu'd and readie to remone , Calling to me ( ay me ) this wise bespake ; Alcyon , ah my first and latest lone , Ah why does my Alcyon weepe and mourne , And grieue my ghost , that ill more him behoue , As if to me had chaunst some euill tourne ? I , since the messenger is come for mee , That summons soules vnto the bridale feast Of his great Lord , must needs depart from thee , And straight obay his soneraine beheast : Why should Alcyon then so sore lament , That I from miserie shall be releast , And freed from wretched long imprisonment ? Our daies are full of dolour and disease , Our life afflicted with incessant paine , That nought on earth may lessen or appease . Why then should I desire here to remaine ? Or why should he that loues me , sorrie Bee For my deliuerance , or at all complaine My good to heare , and toward ioyes to see ? I goe , and long desired haue to goe , I goe with gladnesse to my wished rest , Whereas no worlds sad care , nor wasting woe May come their happie quiet to molest , But Saints and Angels in celestiall thrones Eternally him praise , that hath them blest ; There shall I be amongst those blessed ones . Yet ere I goe , a pledge I leaue with thee Of the late loue , the which betwixt vs past , My young Ambrosia , in lieu of mee Loue her : so shall our loue for euer last . Thus deare adieu , whom I expect ere long : So hauing said , away she softly past : Weepe Shepheard weepe , to make mine vndersong . 3 So oft as I record those piercing words , Which yet are deepe engrauen in my brest , And those last deadly accents , which like swords Did wound my heart and rend my bleeding chest , With those sweet sugred speeches doe compare , The which my soule first conquerd and possest , The first beginners of my endlesse care ; And when those pallid cheekes and ashie hew , In which sad death his pourtraiture had writ , And when those hollow eyes and deadly view , On which the cloud of ghastly night did sit , I match with that sweete smile and chearful brow , Which all the world subdued vnto it ; How happie was I then , and wretched now ? How happie was I , when I saw her leade The Shepheards daughters dauncing in arownd ? How trimly would she trace and softly tread The tender grasse with rosye garland crownd ? And when she list aduance her heauenly voyce , Both Nymphes & Muses nigh she made astownd , And flocks and shepheards caused to reioyce . But now ye Shepheard lasses , who shall lead Your wandring troupes , or sing your virelayes ? Or who shall dight your bowres , sith she is dead That was the Lady of your holy dayes ? Let now your blisse be turned into bale , And into plaints conuert your ioyous playes , And with the same fill euery hill and dale . Let Bagpipe neuer more be heard to shrill , That may allure the senses to delight ; Ne euer Shepheard sound his Oaten quill Vnto the many , that prouoke them might To idle pleasance : but let ghastlinesse And drearie horror dim the chearefull light , To make the image of true heauinesse . Let birds be silent on the naked spray , And shady woods resound with dreadfull yells : Let streaming floods their hastie courses stay , And parching drouth drie vp the christall wells ; Let th' earth be barren and bring foorth no flowres , And th' ayre be fild with noyse of dolefull knells , And wandring spirits walke vntimely howres . And Nature nurse of euery liuing thing , Let rest her selfe from her long wearinesse , And cease henceforth things kindly forth to bring , But hideous monsters full of vglinesse : For she it is , that hath me done this wrong , No nurse , but Stepdame , cruell , mercilesse , Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong . 4 My litle flocke , whom earst I lou'd so well , And wont to feede with finest grasse that grew , Feede ye hencefoorth on bitter Astrofell , And stinking Smallage , and vnsauerie Rew ; And when your mawes are with those weeds corrupted , Be ye the pray of Wolues : ne will I rew , That with your carkasses wild beasts be glutted . Ne worse to you my sillie sheepe I pray , Ne sorer vengeance wish on you to fall Than to my selfe , for whose confusde decay To carelesse heauens I doo daylie call : But heauens refuse to heare a wretches cry , And cruell death doth scorne to come at call , Or graunt his boone that most desires to dye . The good and righteous he away doth take , To plague th' vnrighteous which aliue remaine : But the vngodly ones he doth forsake , By liuing long to multiplie their paine : Els surely death should be no punishment , As the great Iudge at first did it ordaine , But rather riddance from long languishment . Therefore my Daphne they haue tane away ; For worthie of a better place was she : But me vnworthie willed here to stay , That with her lacke I might tormented be . Sith then they so haue ordred , I will pay Penance to her according their decree , And to her ghost doe seruice day by day . For I will walke this wandring pilgrimage , Throuhout the world from one to other end , And in affliction waste my better age . My bread shall be the anguish of my mynd , My drink the teares which fro mine eyes do raine , My bed the ground that hardest I may fynd : So will I wilfully increase my paine . And the my loue that was , my Saint that is , When she beholds from her celestiall throne , ( In which shee ioyeth in eternall blis ) My bitter penance , will my case bemone , And pitie me that liuing thus doo die : For heauenly spirits haue compassion On mortall men , and rue their miserie . So when I haue with sorrow satisfyde Th' importune fates , which vengeance on me seeke , And th' eauens with long languor pacifyde , She for pure pitie of my sufferance mecke , Will send for me ; for which I daylie long , And will tell then my painfull penance ecke : Weepe Shepheard , weepe to make my vndersong . 5 Hencefoorth I hate what euer Nature made , And in her workmanship no pleasure finde : For they be all but vaine , and quickly fade , So soone as on them blowes the Northern winde , They tarrie not , but flit and fall away , Leauing behind them nought but griefe of minde , And mocking such as thinke they long will stay . I hate the heauen , because it doth withhould Me from my loue , and eke my loue from me ; I hate the earth , because it is the mould Of fleshly slime and fraile mortalitie ; I hate the fire , because to nought it flyes , I hate the Ayre , because sighes of it be , I hate the Sea , because it teares supplyes . I hate the day , because it lendeth light To see all things , and not my loue to see ; I hate the darknesse and the dreary night , Because they breed sad balefulnesse in mee : I hate all times , because all times doe fly So fast away , and may not stayed bee , But as aspeedie post that passeth by . I hate to speake , my voyce is spent with crying : I hate to heare , lowd plaints haue duld mine eares : I hate to tast , for food withholds my dying : I hate to see , mine eyes are dimd with teares : I hate to smell , no sweet on earth is left : I hate to feele , my flesh is numbd with feares : So all my senses from me are bereft . I hate all men , and shun all womankinde ; The one , because as I they wretched are , The other , for because I doo not finde My loue with them , that wont to be their Starre : And life I hate , because it will not last , And death I hate , because it life doth marre , And all I hate , that is to come or past . So all the world , and all in it I hate , Because it changeth euer too and fro , And neuer standeth in one certaine state , But still vnstedfast round about doth goe , Like a Mill wheele , in midst of miserie , Driuen with streames of wretchednesse and woe , That dying liues , and liuing still does dye . So doo I liue , so doo I daylie die , And pine away in selfe-consuming paine , Sith she that did my vitall powres supplie , And feeble spirits in their force maintaine Is fetcht fro me , why seeke I to prolong My wearie daies in dolour and disdaine ? Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong . 6 Why doo I longer liue in lifes despight ? And doo not dye then in despight of death : Why doo I longer see this loathsome light , And doo in darknesse not abridge my breath , Sith all my sorrow should haue end thereby , And cares finde quiet ; is it so vneath To leaue this life , or dolorous to dye ? To liue I finde it deadly dolorous ; For life drawes care , and care continuall woe : Therefore to dye must needes be ioyeous , And wishfull thing this sad life to forgoe . But I must stay ; I may it not amend , My Daphne hence departing bad me so , She bad me stay , till she for me did send . Yet whilest I in this wretched vale doo stay , My wearie feete shall euer wandring be , That still I may be readie on my way , When as her messenger doth come for me : Ne will I rest my feete for feeblenesse , Ne will I rest my limmes for frailtie , Ne will I rest mine eyes for heauinesse . But as the mother of the Gods , that sought For faire Eurydice her daughter deere Throghout the world , with wofull heauie thought ; So will I trauell whilest I tarrie heere , Ne will I lodge , ne will I euer lin , Ne when as drouping Titan draweth neere To loose his teeme , will I take vp my Inne . Ne sleepe ( the harbenger of wearie wights ) Shall euer lodge vpon mine eye-lids more ; Ne shall with rest refresh my fainting sprights , Nor failing force to former strength restore , But I will wake and sorrow all the night With Philumene , my fortune to deplore , With Philumene , the partner of my plight . And euer as I see the starre to fall , And vnder ground to goe , to giue them light Which dwell in darknesse , I to mind will call , How my faire Starre ( that shind on me so bright ) Fell sodainly , and faded vnder ground ; Since whose departure , day is turned to night , And night without a Venus starre is found . But soone as day doth shew his deawie face , And cals foorth men vnto their toylsome trade , I will withdraw me to some darkesome place , Or some deere came , or solitarie shade , There will I sigh , and sorrow all day long , And the huge burden of my cares : Weepe Shepheard , weepe , to make my vndersong . 7 Henceforth mine eyes shall neuer more behold Faire thing on earth , ne feed on false delight Of ought that framed is of mortall mould , Sith that my fairest flower is faded quight : For all I see is vaine and transitorie , Ne will be held in any stedfast plight , But in a moment loose their grace and glorie . And ye fond men , on fortunes wheele that ride , Or in ought vnder heauen repose assurance , Be it riches , beautie , or honours pride : Be sure that they shall haue no long endurance , But ere ye be aware will flit away ; For nought of them is yours , but th' only vsance Of a small time , which none ascertaine may . And ye true Louers , whom desastrous chaunce Hath farre exiled from your Ladies grace , To mourne in sorrow and sad sufferaunce , When ye doe heare me in that desert place , Lamenting loud my Daphnes Elegie , Helpe me to waile my miserable case , And when life parts , vouchsafe to close mine eye . And ye more happie Louers , which enioy The presence of your dearest loues delight , When ye doe heare my sorrowfull annoy , Yet pittie me in your empassiond spright , And thinke that such mishap , as chaunst to me , May happen vnto the most happiest wight ; For all mens states alike vnstedfast be . And ye my fellow Shepheards , which do feed Your carelesse flockes on hils and open plaines , With better fortune , than did me succeed , Remember yet my vndeserued paines , And when ye heare , that I am dead or slaine , Lament my lot , and tell your fellow swaines ; That sad Alcyon dyde in lifes disdaine . And ye faire Damsels Shepheards deare delights , That with your loues do their rude hearts possesse , When as my hearse shall happen to your sightes , Vouchsafe to deck the same with Cyparesse ; And euer sprinckleb rackish teares among , In pitie of my vndeseru'd distresse , The which I wretch , endured haue thus long . And ye poore Pilgrimes , that with resslesse toyle Wearie your selues in wandring desert wayes , Till that you come , where ye your vowes assoyle , When passing by ye reade these wosfull layes On my graue written , rue my Daphnes wrong , And mourne for me that languish out my dayes : Cease Shepheard , cease , and end thy vndersong . Thus when he ended had his heauie plaint , The heauiest plaint that euer I heard found , His cheekes wext pale , and sprights began to faint , As if againe he would haue fallen to ground ; Which when I saw , I ( stepping to him light ) Amooued him out of his stonie swound , And gan him to recomfort as I might . But he no waie recomforted would be , Nor suffer solace to approach him me , But casting vp asdeinfull eie at me , That in his tramce I would not loth him lie , Did rend his haire , and beat his blubbred face , As one disposed wilfullie to die , That I sore grieu'd to see his wretched ●ase . Tho when the pang was somewhat ouerpast , And the outragious passion nigh appeased , I him desyrde , sith daie was ouercast , And darke night fast approched , to be pleased To turne aside vnto my Cabinet , And staie with me , till he were better eased Of that strong stownd , which him so sore beset . But by no meanes I could him win thereto , Ne longer him intreate with me to staie , But without taking leaue he foorth did goe With staggring pace and dismall lookes dismay , As if that death he in the face had seene , Or hellish hags had met vpon the way : But what of him became I cannot weene . FINIS .