The tears of fancie. Or, Loue disdained

Sonnet . I. IN prime of youthly yeares as then not wounded , With Loues impoisoned dart or bitter gall : Nor minde nor thoughts on fickle Fancie grounded , But carelesse hunting after pleasures ball . I tooke delight to laugh at Louers follie , Accounting beautie but a fading blossome : What I esteemd prophane , they deemed holie , Ioying the thraldome which I counted loathsome . Their plaints were such as no thing might relieue them , Their harts did wellnie breake loues paine induring : Yet still I smild to see how loue did grieue them , Vnwise they were their sorrowes selfe procuring . Thus whilst they honoured Cupid for a God , I held him as a boy not past the rod ,

Sonnet . II. LOng time I fought , and fiercely waged warre , Against the God of amarous Desire : Who sets the senses mongst themselues atiarre , The hart inflaming with his lustfullfire . The winged boy vpon his mothers knee , Wantonlie playing neere to Paphos shrine : Scorning that I should checke his Deitie , Whose dreaded power tam'd the gods diuine . From forth his quiuer drew the keenest dart , Wherewith high Ioue he oftentimes had wounded : And fiercely aimd it at my stubborne hart , But backe againe the idle shaft rebounded . Loue saw and frownd , that he was so beguiled , I laught outright , and Venus sweetely smiled .

Son . III. SHee smild to see her sonne in such a rage , I laught to thinke how I had Loue preuented : He frownd and vowd nought should his ire asswage , Till I had stoopt to Loue , and loue repented . The more he rag'd the greater grew our laughter , The more we laught the fiercer was his ire : And in his anger sware my poore harts slaughter , Which in my breast beautie should set on fire . Faire Venus seeing her deere sonne in chollar , Fearing mishap by his too hasty anger : Perswaded him that shee would worke my dollor , And by her meanes procure my endles langor . So Loue and loues Queene ( Loue hauing consented , Agreed that I by Loue should be tormented .

Sonnet . IIII. THo taking in her lap the God of loue , Shee lightly mounted through the Christall aire : And in her Coach ydrawne with siluer Doues , To Vulcans smokie Forge shee did repaire . Where hauing wonne the Ciclops to her will , Loues quiuer fraught with arrowes of the best : His bended bow in hand all armd to kill , He vowd reuenge and threatned my vnrest . And to be sure that he would deadly strike me , His blindfold eies he did a while vncouer : Choosing an arrow that should much mislike me , He bad wound him that scornes to be a Louer . But when he saw his bootles arrow shiuer , He brake his bow , and cast away his quiuer .

Sonnet . V. HOpeles and helpeles too , poore loue amated , To see himselfe affronted with disdaine : And all his skill and power spent in vaine , At me the onely obiect that he hated . Now Cytherea from Olimpus mount , Descending from the sphere with her deere sonne : With Douelike wings to Alcidalyon , Loue on her knee , shee by the Christall fount ; Aduisde the boy what scandall it would bee , If Fame should to the open world discouer How I suruiu'd and scornd Loues sacred power . Then Cupid lightly leaping from her knee , Vnto his mother vowd my discontenting : Vnhappie vowe the ground of my lamenting .

Sonnet . VI. THen on the sodaine fast away he fled , He fled apace as from pursuing foe : Ne euer lookt he backe , ne turnd his head , Vntill he came whereas he wrought my woe . Tho casting from his backe his bended bow . He quickly clad himselfe in strange disguise : In strange disguise that no man might him know , So coucht himselfe within my Ladies eies . But in her eies such glorious bearnes did shine , That welnigh burnt loues party coloured wings , Whilst I stood gazing on her sunne-bright eien , The wanton boy shee in my bosome flings . He built his pleasant bower in my brest , So I in loue , and loue in me doth rest .

Sonnet . VII . NOw Loue triumphed hauing got the day , Proudly insulting , tyrannizing still : As Hawke that ceazeth on the yeelding pray , So am I made the scorne of Victors will . Now eies with teares , now hart with sorrow fraught , Hart sorrowes at my watry teares lamenting : Eyes shed salt teares to see harts pining thought , And both that then loue scornd are now repenting . But all in vaine too late I pleade repentance , For teares in eies and sighs in hart must weeld me : The feathered boy hath doomd my fatall sentence , That I to tyrannizing Loue must yeeld me . And bow my necke erst subiect to no yoke , To Loues false lure ( such force hath beauties stroke .

Sonnet . VIII . O What a life is it that Louers ioy , Wherein both paine and pleasure shrouded is : Both heauenly pleasures and eke hells annoy , Hells fowle annoyance and eke heauenly blisse . Wherein vaine hope doth feede the Louers hart , And brittle ioy sustaine a pining thought : When blacke dispaire renewes a Louers smart , And quite extirps what first content had wrought . Where faire resemblance eke the mind allureth , To wanton lewd lust giuing pleasure scope : And late repentance endles paines procureth , But none of these afflict me saue vaine hope . And sad dispaire , dispaire and hope perplexing , Vaine hope my hart , dispaire my fancie vexing .

Sonnet . XVII . THen from her fled my hart in sorrow wrapped . Like vnto one that shund prusuing slaughter : All wel nigh breathles told me what had happed , How both in Court and countrie he had sought her . The drerie teares of many loue repenting , Corriuals in my loue whom fancie stroked : Partners in loue and partners in lamenting , My fellow thralls whose necks as mine were yoked . The shepheards praises and their harts amis , Vrgd by my Mistres ouer weening pride : For none that sees her but captiued is , And last he told which to my hart did glide ; How all the teares I spent were vaine and forceles , For shee in hart had vowd to be remorceles .

Sonnet . XVIII . THo with a showre of teares I entertained , My wounded hart into my brest accloied : With thousand sundrie cares and griefes vnfained , Vnfained griefes and cares my hart annoied . Annoying sorrowes at my harts returning , Assaild my thoughts with neuer ceasing horror : That euen my hart hart like to Aetna burning , Did often times conspire for to abhorre her . But enuious loue still bent to eke my mourning , A grieuous pennance for my fault inflicted : That eies should weepe and hart be euer groaning ; So loue to worke my sorrowes was addicted . But earths sole wonder whose eies my sense appalled , The fault was loues , then pardon me , for loue is franticke called .

Sonnet . 19. MY hart impos'd this penance on mine eies , ( Eies the first causers of my harss lamenting : That they should weepe till loue and fancie dies , Fond loue the last cause of my harts repenting . Mine eies vpon my hart infflict this paine , ( Bold hart that dard to harbour thoughts of loue ) That it should loue and purchase fell disdaine , A grieuous penance which my hart doth proue . Mine eies did weepe as hart had them imposed , My hart did pine as eies had it constrained : Eies in their teares my paled face disclosed , Hart in his sighs did show it was disdained . So th' one did weepe th' other sighed , both grieued , For both must liue and loue , both vnrelieued .

Sonnet . 20. MY hart accus'd mine eies and was offended , Vowing the cause was in mine eies aspiring : Mine eies affirmd my hart might well amend it , If he at first had banisht loues desiring . Hart said that loue did enter at the eies , And from the eies descended to the hart : Eies said that in the hart did sparkes arise , Which kindled flame that wrought the inward smart Hart said eies tears might soone haue quencht that Eies said harts sighs at first might loue exile : So hart the eies and eies the hart did blame , Whilst both did pine for both the paine did feele . Hart sighed and bled , eies wept and gaz'd too much , Yet must I gaze because I see none such .

Sonnet . 21 FOrtune forwearied with my bitter mone , Did pittie seldome seene my wretched fate : And brought to passe that I my loue alone , Vnwares attacht to plead my hard estate . Some say that loue makes louers eloquent , And with diuinest wit doth them inspire : But beautie my tongues office did preuent , And quite extinguished my first desire . As if her eies had power to strike me dead , So was I dased at her crimson die : As one that had beheld Medusaes head , All senses faild their Master but the eie . Had that sense faild and from me eke beene taken , Then I had loue and loue had me forsaken .

Sonnet . 22. I Saw the obiect of my pining thought , Within a garden of sweete natures placing : Where in an arbour artificiall wrought , By workemans wondrous skill the garden gracing . Did boast his glorie glorie farre renowned , For in his shadie boughs my Mistres slept : And with a garland of his branches crowned , Her daintie forehead from the sunney kept . Imperious loue vpon her eielids tending , Playing his wanton sports at euery becke , And into euerie finest limbe descending , From eies to lips from lips to yuorie necke . And euerie limbe supplide and t'euerie part , Had free accesse but durst not touch her hart .

Sonnet . 23 A Ye me that loue wants power to pierce the hart , Of my harts obiect beauties rarest wonder : What is become of that hart-thrilling dart , Whose power brought the heauenly powers vnder . Ah gentle loue if empty be thy quiuer . Vn maske thy selfe and looke within my brest : Where thou shalt find the dart that made me shiuer , But can I liue and see my loue distrest . Ah no that shaft was cause of sorrow endles , And paine perpetuall should my Lady proue : If hart were pierst , the deare loue be not friendles , Although I neuer found a friend of loue , If not without her hart , her loue be gained , Let me liue still forlorne and die disdained .

Sonnet . XXIIII . STill let me liue forlorne and die disdained , My hart consenting to continuall languish : If loue ( my harts sore ) may not be obtained , But with the danger of my Ladies anguish . Let me oppose my selfe gainst sorrowes force , And arme my hart to beare woes heauy load : Vnpittied let me die without remorce , Rather than monster fame shall blase abroad ; That I was causer of her woes induring , Or brought faire beauty to so fowle a domage : If life or death might be her ioyes procuring , Both life , loue , death , and all should doe her homage . But shee liues safe in freedomes liberty , I liue and die in loues extremitie .

Sonnet . XXV . THe priuate place which I did choose to waile , And deere lament my loues pride was a groue : Plac'd twixt two hills within a lowlie dale , Which now by fame was cald the vale of loue . The vale of loue for there I spent my plainings , Plaints that bewraid my sicke harts bitter wounding : Loue sick harts deepe wounds with dispaire me paining , The bordering hills my sorrowing plaints resounding . Each tree did beare the figure of her name , Which my faint hand vppon their backs ingraued : And euery tree did seeme herfore to blame , Calling her proud that mee of ioyes depraued . But vaine for shee had vowed to forsake mee , And I to endles anguish must be take mee .

Sonnet . XXVI . IT pleasd my Mistris once to take the aire , Amid the vale of loue for her disporting : The birds perceauing one so heauenly faire , With other Ladies to the groue resorting . Gan dolefully report my sorrowes endles , But shee nill listen to my woes repeating : But did protest that I should sorrow friendles , So liue I now and looke for ioyes defeating . But ioyfull birds melodious harmonie , Whose siluer tuned songs might well haue mooued her : Inforst the rest to rewe my miserie , Though shee denyd to pittie him that lou'd her . For shee had vowd her faire should neuer please me , Yet nothing but her loue can once appease me ,

Sonnet . 27. THe banke whereon I leand my restles head , Placd at the bottome of a mirtle tree : I oft had watered with the teares I shed , Sad teares did with the fallen earth agree . Since when the flocks that grase vpon the plaine , Doe in their kind lament my woes though dumbe : And euery one as faithfull doth refraine To eate that grasse which sacred is become . And euerie tree forbeareth to let fall , Their dewie drops mongst any brinish teares : One●●e the mirth whose hart as mine is thrall , To m●lt in sorrowes sourse no whit forbeare . So franticke loue with griefe our paind harts wringing ▪ That still we wept and still the grasse was springing .

Sonnet . 28. FAst flowing teares from watery eies abounding , In tract of time by sorrow so constrained : And framd a fountaine in which Eccho sounding , The'nd of my plaints ( vaine plaints of Loue disdained . ) When to the wel of mine owne eies weeping , I gan repaire renewing former greeuing : And endles moane Eccho me companie keeping , Her vnreuealed woe my woe reuealing . My sorrowes ground was on her sorrow grounded , The Lad was f●ire but proud that her perplexed : Her harts deepe wound was in my hart deepe wounded Faire and too proud is she that my hart vexed . But faire and too proud must release harts pining , Or hart must sigh and burst with ioies declining .

Sonnet . 29. TAking a truce with teares sweete pleasures foe , I thus began hard by the fountayne side : O deere copartner of my wretched waie , Nosooner saide but woe poore eccho cride . Then I a gaine what woe did thee betide , That can be greater than disdayne , disdayne : Quoth eccho Then sayd I O womens pride , Pride answered echo . O inflicting payne , When wofull eccho payne a gayne repeated , Redoubling sorrow with a sorrowing sound : For both of vs were now in sorrow seated , Pride and disdaine disdainefull pride the ground . That forst poore Eccho mourne ay sorrowing euer , And me lament in teares ay ioyning neuer .

Sonnet . 30. ABout the well which from mine eies did flow , The woefull witnes of harts desolation : Yet teares nor woe nor ought could worke compassion , Did diuers trees of sundry natures growe . The mirrhe sweet bleeding in the latter wound , Into the christall waues her teares did power : As pittying me on whome blind loue did lower , Vpon whose backe I wrote my sorrows ground . And on her rugged rind I wrote forlorne , Forlorne I wrote for sorrowe me oppressed : Oppressing sorrowe had my hart distressed , And made the abiect outcast of loues scorne , The leaues conspiring with the winds sweet sounding , With gentle murmor playnd my harts deepe wounding .

Sonnet . XXXI . I Wrote vppon there sides to eke their plaining , If sad laments might multiply their sorrowe : My loues faire lookes and eke my loues disdaining , My loues coy lookes constraines me pine for woe . My loues disdaine which was her louers dolour : My loues proud hart which my harts blisse did banish : My loues transparent beames and rosy colour , The pride of which did cause my ioyes to vanish . My loues bright shining beeautie like the starte , That early riseth sore for the sunnes appearance : A guide vnto my thoughts that wandring arre , Doth force me breath abroad my woes indurance . O life forlorne , O loue vnkindly frowning , Thy eies my hart dispaire my sad hope drowning .

Sonnet . XXXII . THose whose kind harts sweet pittie did at faint , With ruthfull teares bemond my miseries : Those which had heard my neuer ceasing plaint , Or read my woes ingrauen on the trees . At last did win my Ladie to consort them , Vnto the fountaine of my flowing anguish : Where she vnkind and they might boldly sport them , Whilst I meane while in sorrows lappe did languish . Their meaning was that she some teares should shed , Into the well in pitty of my pining : She gaue consent and putting forth her head , Did in the well perceaue her beautie shining . Which seeing she withdrew her head puft vp with prid And would not shed a teare should I haue died .

Sonnet . XXXIII . Some say that women loue for to be praised , But droope when as they thinke their faire must die : Ioying to haue their beauties glorie raised , By fames shril trompe aboue the starrie skie . I then whome want of skill might be with drawing , Extold her beautie not as yet deserued : She said my words were flatterie and fayning , For good intent to bad euent soone swerued . Some say againe they will denie and take it , I gaue my hart my hart that dearely cost me : No sooner offerd but she did forsake it , Scorning my proffered gift so still she crost me . But were I ( alas I am not ) false and truthles : Then had she reason to be sterne and ruthles .

Sonnet . XXXIIII . WHy liue I wretch and see my ioyes decay , Why liue I and no hope of loues aduancing : Why doe myne eies behold the sunnie day , Why liue I wretch in hope of better chancing . O wherefore tells my toung this dolefull tale , That euery eare may heare my bitter plaint : Was neuer hart that yet bemond my bale , Why liue I wretch my pangs in vaine to paint . Why striue I gainst the streame or gainst the hill , Why are my sorrowes buried in the dust : Why doe I toile and loose my labour still , Why doe I feede on hope or bild on trust . Since hope had neuer hap and trust finds treason , Why liue I wretch disdainde and see no reason ?

Sonnet . XXXV . AMongst the Idle toyes that tosfe my brayne , And reaue my troubled mynd from quiet rest : A●le cr●●d loue I find doth still remayne , To breede debate within my grieued brest . When weary woe doth worke to wound my will , And hart surchargd with sorrow liues opressed : My sowlen eyes then cannot wayle there fill , Sorrow is so far spent and I distressed . My toung hath not the cunning skill to tell , The smallest greife that gripes my trobbing hart : Myne eies haue not the secret power to swell , Into such hugie seas of wounding smart . That will might melt to waues of bitter woe , And I might swelt or drowne in sorrowes so ,

Sonnet . 36. MY waterie eies let fall no trickling teares , But flouds that ouer flow abundantly : Whose spring and fountaine first in forst by feares , Doth drowne my hart in waues of misery . My voice is like vnto the raging wind , Which roareth still and neuer is at rest : The diuers thoughts that tumble in my minde , Are restlesse like the wheele that wherles alway . The smokie sighes that boyle out of my brest , Are farre vnlike to those which others vse : For Louers sighes sometimes doe take their rest , And lends their minds a little space to muse . But mine are like vnto the surging seas , Whom tempest calme nor quiet can appease .

Sonnet . 37. WHere may I now my carefull corps conuay , From company the worker of my woe : How may I winke or hide mine eies alwaies , Which gase on that whereof my griefe doth growe , How shall I seeme my sighes for to suppresse , Which helpe the hart which else would swelt in sunder , Which hurts the helpe that makes my torment lesse : Which helps and hurts , O woefull wearie wonder , How now , but thus in solitarie wise : To step aside and make hie waie to moane , To make two fountaines of my dasled eies , To sigh my fill till breath and all begone . To die in sorrow and in woe repent me , That loue at last would though too late lament me .

Sonnet . 38. O Would my loue although too late lament mee , And pitty take of teares from eies distilling : To beare these sorrowes well I could content me , And ten times more to suffer would be willing . If she would daine to grace me with her fauour , The thought thereof sustained greife should banish : And in beholding of her rare behauiour , A smiyle of her should force dispaire to vanishe : But she is bent to tiranze vpon me , Dispaire perswades there is no hope to haue her : My hart doth whisper I am woe begone me , Then cease thy vaine plaints and desist to craue her . Here end my sorrowes here my salt teares stint I , For she s obdurate , sterne , remorseles flintie

Sonnet XXX . XIX . HEere end my sorrow no here my sorrow springeth , Here end my woe no here begins my wailing : Here cease my griefe no here my griefe deepe wringeth Sorrow woe griefe nor ought else is auailing . Here cease my teares no here begins eies weeping , Here end my plaints no here begins my pining : Here hart be free no sighes in hart still keeping , Teares plaints and sighes all cause of ioyes declining . Here end my loue no here doth loue inspire me , Here end my hope no here doth hope faire florish : Heere end my life no let not death desire me , Loue hope and life and all with me must perish . For sorrow woe griefe teares and plaints oft plained , Sighes loue hope life and I must die disdained .

Sonnet . 40. THe common ioye the cheere of companie , Twixt myrth and mone doth plague me euermore : For pleasant talke or musicks melodie , Yelds no such salue vnto my secret sore . For still I liue in spight of cruell death , And die againe in spight of lingring life : Feede still with hope which doth prolong my breath , But choackt with feare and strangled still with strife , Wittnes the daies which I in dole consume , And weary nights beare record of my woe : O wrong● full world which makst my fancie fume , Fie fickle Fortune fie thou art my foe . O heauie hap so froward is my chance , No daies nor nights nor worlds can me aduance .

Sonnet . 41. Imperious loue who in the prime of youth , I light esteemed as an idle toy : Though late thy fierie dart hath causd my ruth , And turnd sweet happines to darke annoy . Why hast thou pleasure in my harts deepe groning , And dost not rew and pittie my vexations ? Why hast thou ioy at my laments and moning , And art not moued at my imprecations ? Why hast thou stroke my hart with swift desire , And perst my Ladies eies with fell disdaine ? Why hath fond fancie set my thoughts on fire , And pent my hart in prison of sad paine ? Why am I drownd in dolors neuer ceasing , My ioies still fading , and my woes increasing .

Sonnet . 42. O Thou that rulest in Ramnis golden gate , Let pittie pierce thy vnrelenting mind : Vnlade me of the burthen cruell fate , ( Fell enuious fates too cruell and vnkind ) Haue heapt vpon me by too froward loue , Too froward loue the enemie of fortune : Whose fierce assaults my hart ( too late ) did proue , My sillie hart which sorrow did importune . Yet in thy power is my harts redeeming , My harts redeeming from vile thraldomes force : Vile thrall to one my sorrowes not esteeming , Though shee be cruell yet haue thou remorce . Be thou to me no more inconstant variable , But let thy fickle wheele rest firme and stable .

Sonnet . 43. LOng haue I swome against the wished waue , But now constrained by a lothsome life : I greedilie doe seeke the greedie graue , To make an end of all these stormes and strife . Sweete death giue end to my tormenting woes , And let my passions penetrate thy brest : Suffer my hart which doth such griefes in close By timelie fates inioie eternall rest . Let me not dwell in dole sith thou maist ease me , Let me not languish in such endles durance : One happie stroke of thy sad hand will please me , Please me good death it is thy procurance . To end my harts griefe ( heart shee did abhorre thee ) O hast thee gentle death I linger for thee .

Sonnet . 44. LOng haue I sued to fortune death and loue , But fortune , loue , nor death will daine to heare me : I fortunes frowne , deaths spight , loues horror proue , And must in loue dispairing liue I feare me . Loue wounded me , yet nill recure my wounding , And yet my plaints haue often him inuoked : Fortune hath often heard my sorrowes sounding , Sorrowes which my poore hart haue welnigh choked . Death well might haue beene moued when I lamented , But cruell death was deafe when I complained : Death , loue and fortune all might haue relented , But fortune , loue , and death , and all disdained . To pittie me or ease my restles minde , How can they choose since they are bold and blinde .

Sonnet . 45. WHen neither sighs nor sorrowes were of force I let my Mistres see my naked brest : where view of wounded hart might worke remorce , And moue her mind to pittie my vnrest . With fled fast eie shee gazed on my hart , wherein shee saw the picture of her beautie : which hauing seene as one agast shee start , Accusing all my thoughts with breach of duetie . As if my hart had robd her of her faire , No , no , her faire bereand my hart of ioy : And fates disdaine hath kild me with dispaire , Dispaire the fountaine of my sad annoy . And more , alas , a cruell one I serued , Lest loued of her whose loue I most deserued .

Sonnet . 46. MY Mistres seeing her faire counterfet , So sweetelie framed in my bleeding brest : On it her fancie shee so firmelie set , Thinking her selfe for want of it distrest . Enuying that anie should inioy her Image , Since all vnworthie were of such an honor : Tho gan shee me command to leaue my gage , The first end of my ioy , last cause of dolor . But it so fast was fixed to my hart , Ioind with vnseparable sweete commixture , That nought had force or power them to part : Here take my hart quoth I , with it the picture , But oh coy Dame intolleberable smart . Rather then touch my hart or come about it , She turnd her face and chose to goe without it .

Sonnet . 47. BEhold deare Mistres how each pleasant greene , will now renew his sommers liuerie : The fragrant flowers which haue not long beene seene , will flourish now ere long in brauerie . But I alas within whose mourning mind , The grafts of griefe are onelie giuen to grow : Cannot inioy the spring which others find , But still my will must wither all in woe . The lustie ver that whilome might exchange , My griefe to ioy , and my delight increase : Springs now else where and showes to me but strange , My winters woe therefore can neuer cease . In other coasts his sunne doth clearely shine , And comfort lend to euery mould but mine .

Sonnet . 48. THe tender buds whom cold hath long kept in , And winters rage inforst to hide their head : will spring and sprowt as they doe now begin , That euerie one will ioy to see them spread . But cold of care so nips my ioies at roote , There is no hope to recouer what is lost : No sunne doth shine that well can doe it boote , Yet still I striue but loose both toile and cost . For what can spring that feeles no force of ver , what hower can flourish where no sunne doth shine : These balles deare loue , within my brest I beare , To breake my barke and make my pith to pine . Needs must I fall , I fade both root and rinde , My branches bowe at blast of euerie winde .

Sonnet . 49. DIana and her nimp●s in siluane brooke , Did wash themselues in secret farre apart : Bu● bold Acteon dard on them to looke , For which faire Phoebe turnd him to a Hart. His hounds vnweeting of his sodaine change , Did hale and pull him downe with open crie : He then repenting that he so did range , would speake but could not , so did sigh and die . But my Diana fairer and more cruel , Bereft me of my hart and in disdaine : Hath turnd it out to feede on fancies fuel , And liue in bondage and eternal paine . So hartles doe I liue yet cannot die , Desire the dog , doth chase it to and fro : Vnto her brest for succour it doth flie , If shee debarre it whither shall it go . Now liues my hart in danger to be slaine , Vnlesse her hart my hart wil entertaine .

Sonnet . 50. HAand , hart , and eie , tucht thought and did behold , The onelie glorie that on earth doth grow : Hand quakt , hart sighd , but eie was foolish bold , To gaze til gazing wrought harts grounded woe . The obiect of these senses heauenlie saint , with such a maiestie did me appall : As hand to write her praise did feare and faint , And hart did bleede to thinke me Beauties thrall . But eie more hardie than the hand or hart , Did glorie in her eies reflecting light : And yet that light did breede my endles smart . And yet mine eies nill leaue there former sight , But gazing pine , which eie , hand , hart doth trie , And what I loue , is but hand , hart , and eie .

Sonnet . 51. EAch tree did boast the wished spring times pride , when solitarie in the vale of loue : I hid my selfe so from the world to hide , The vncouth passions which my hart did proue . No tree whose branches did not brauelie spring , No branch whereon a fine bird did not sit : No bird but did her shrill notes sweetelie sing , No song but did containe a louelie dit . Trees , branches , birds , and songs were framed faire , Fit to allure fraile minde to careles ease : But carefull was my thoughts yet in dispaire , I dwelt for brittle hope me cannot please . For when I view my loues faire eies reflecting , I entertaine dispaire , vaine hope reiecting .

Sonnet . 52. EAch Creature ioyes Appollos happie sight , And feede them selues with his fayre beames reflecting Nyght wandering trauelers at Cinihias sight , Clere vp their clowdy thoughts fond fere reiecting But darke disdayne eclipsed hath my sun , Whose shining beames my wandering thought were guiding , For want whereof my litle worlde is done That I vnneath can stay my mind from sliding , O happie birds that at your pleasure maie : Behold the glorious light of sols a raies , Most wretched I borne in some dismall daie : That cannot see the beames my sun displaies , My glorious sun in whome all vertue shrowds That light the world but shines to me in clowds

Sonnet . 53. IN Clownes she shines and so obscurely shineth , That like a mastles shipe o● seas I w●n●●er : For want of her to guide my hart that pineth , Yet can I not intreat ne yet command her , So am I tied in Laborinths of fancy , In darke and obscure Laborinths of loue : That euerie one may plaine behold that can see , How I am fetterd and what paines I proue . The Lampe whose light should lead my ship about , Is placed vpon my Mistris heauenlie face : Her hand doth hold the clew must lead me out , And free my hart from thraldomes lothed place . But cleane to lead me out or Lampe to light me , She scornefullie denide the more to spight me .

Sonnet . 54. BLame me not deere loue though I talke at randon , Terming thee scornefull , proud , vnkind , disdaineful Since all I doe cannot my woes abandon , Or ridde me of the yoake I feele so painefull . If I doe paint thy pride or want of pittie , Consider likewise how I blase thy beautie : Inforced to the first in mournefull dittie , Constrained to the last by seruile dutie : And take thou no offence if I misdeemed , Thy beauties glorie quencheth thy prides blemish : Better it is of all to be esteemed , Faire and too proud than not faire and too squemishe . And seeing thou must scorne and t is aprooued , Scorne to be ruthles since thou art beloued .

Sonnet . 55. MY loue more bright than Cinthias horned head , That spreads her wings to beautifie the heauens : When Titan coucheth in his purple bed , Thou liuest by Titan and inioiest his beames . Shee flies when he begins to run his race , And hides her head his beautie staines her brightnes : Thou staiest thy beautie yeelds the sunne no place , For thou excelst his beames in glories sweetnes . Shee hath eclips , thou neuer doest eclips , Shee sometimes wanes thy glorie still doth waxe : None but Endymyon hangeth at her lips , Thy beautie burnes the world as fire doth flaxe . Shee shines by months , thou houres , months , and yeares , Oh th 〈…〉 beautie should inforce such teares .

Sonnet . 56. WEre words dissolued to sighs , sighs into teares , ●●d euerie teare to torments of the mind : The minds distresse into those deadly feares , That find more death than death it selfe can find . Were all the woes of all the world in one , Sorrow and death set downe in all their pride : Yet were they insufficient to bemone , The restles horrors that my hart doth hide . where blacke dispaire doth feede on euerie thought , And deepe dispaire is cause of endles griefe : where euerie sense with sorrowes ouer-wrought , Liues but in death dispairing of reliefe . whilst thus my hart with loues plague torne asunder , May of the world be cald the wofull wonder .

Sonnet . LVII . THe hunted Hart sometime doth leaue the Hound , My Hart alas is neuer out of chace : The liue-hounds life sometime is yet vnbound , My bands are hopeles of so high a grace . For natures sickenes sometimes may haue ease , Fortune though fickle sometime is a friend : The minds affliction patience may appease , And death is cause that many torments end . Yet I am sicke , but shee that should restore me , Withholds the sacred balme that would recute me : And fortune eke ( though many eyes deplore me ) Nill lend such chance that might to ioy procure me . Patience wants power to appease my weeping , And death denies what I haue long beene seeking .

Sonnet . LVIII . WHen as I marke the ioy of euery wight , Howe in their mindes deepe throbbing sorrow ceaseth And by what meanes they nourish their delight , Their sweete delight my paine the more increaseth . For as the Deare that sees his fellow feede , Amid the lusty heard , himselfe sore brused : O● as the bird that feeles herselfe to bleede , A●d lies aloofe of all her pheeres refused . So haue I found and now too deerely trie , That pleasure doubleth paine and blisse annoy : Yet still I twit my selfe of Surcuidrie , As one that am vnworthy to inioy , The lasting frute of such a heauenly loue , For whom these endles sorrowes I approue .

Sonnet . LIX . OFt haue I raild against loue many waies , But pardon loue I honour now thy power : For were my Pallace Greece Pyramides , Cupid should there erect a stately bower . And in my Pallace sing his sugred songs , And Venus Doues my selfe will finely feede : And nurce her sparrowes and her milke white Swans . Yea , in my restles bosome should they breede . And thou deare Ladie sacred and diuine , Shalt haue thy place within my hart assignd : Thy picture yea thy fierie darting eien , I le carrie painted in my grieued mind . The chiefest coulle●s shall be scarlet blood , Which Cupid pricketh from my wofull hart : And teares commixt shall further forth my good , To paint thy glories cording their desart . I now am changd from what I woont to be , Cupid is God , And there is none but he .

Sonnet . LX. WHo taught thee first to sigh A lasse sweet hart ? loue . Who taught thy tongue to marshall words of plaint ? loue . Who fild thine eies with teares of bitter smart ? loue . Who gaue thee griefe and made thy ioyes so faint ? loue . Who first did paint with coullers pale thy face ? loue . Who first did breake thy sleepes of quiet rest ? loue . Who forst thee vnto wanton loue giue place ? loue . Who thrald thy thoughts in fancie so distrest ? loue . Who made thee bide both constant firme and sure . loue . Who made thee scorne the world and loue thy friend ? loue . Who made thy mind with patience paines indure ? loue . Who made thee settle stedfast to the end . loue . Then loue thy choice though loue be neuer gained , Still liue in loue , dispaire not though disdained .

FINIS . T. W.