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FAIRE-VIRTVE , THE MISTRESSE OF PHIL'ARETE . Written by George Wither .

Catul. Carm. xv ▪ — nihil veremur Istos , qui inplatea , mod● huc , modo illuc I● re pretereunt sua occupati .

LONDON , Printed for Iohn Grismand . M.DC.XXII .

THE STATIONER TO THE READER .

THis , being one of the Authours first Poems , was composed many yeares agone ; and vnknown to him , gotten out of his custodie by an acquaintance of his . And comming lately to my hands without a Name , it was thought to haue so much resemblance of the Maker , that many , vpon the first sight , vndertooke to guesse who was Author of it : And , perswaded that it was likely also , to become profitable both to them , and mee .

Whereupon , I got it authorised , according to Order : intending to publish it , without further inquiry . But , attaining by chance a more perfect knowledge to whom it most properly belonged : I thought it fitting to acquaint him therewithall . And did so ; desiring also , both his good will to publish the same , and leaue to passe it vnder his Name . Both which , I found him very vnwilling to permit ; least the seeming lightnesse of such a Subiect , might somewhat disparage , the more serious Studies , which he hath since vndertaken .

Yet , doubting ( this being got out of his Custod●● ) some imperfecter Coppies might hereafter be scattered abroad in writing , or , be vnknowne to him , imprinted : He was pleased ( vpon my importunities ) to condescend that it might be published , without his Name . And his words were these .

When ( said he ) I first composed it , I well liked thereof ; and it well enough became my yeares : but now , I neither like , nor dislike it . That ( therefore ) it should be di●ulged , I desire not : and whether it be , or whether ( if it happen so ) it bee approoued or no , I care not . For this I am sure of : howsoeuer it be valued ; it is worth as much as I prize it at : likely it is also to be as beneficial to the World , as the World hath been to me ; and will be more then those who like it not , euer deserued at my hands .

These were his speeches : And ( if you looked for a Prologue ; thus much he wished me to tell you , in stead thereof : because ( as he sayd ) hee himselfe had somewhat else to doe . Yet , ( to acknowledge the truth ) I was so earnest with him , that , as busie as he would seeme to be , I got him to write this Epistle for me : And haue therunto set my Name . Which , he wished me to confesse : Partly , to auoid the occasion of belying my Inuention ; and partly , because hee thought some of you would suppose so much .

I entreated him , to explaine his meaning , in certaine obscure passages . But , he told me , how that were to take away the employment of his Interpreters : Whereas , he would purposely , leaue somewhat remaining doubtfull , to see what Sir POLITICKE WOVLD-BEE , and his Companions could picke out of it .

I desired him also , to set downe , to what good purposes , this Poeme would serue . But his Reply was : How , that would bee well enough found out , in the perusing , by all such as had honest vnderstandings : and they who are not so prouided ; hee hopes will not read it . More , I could not get from him .

Whether therefore , this MISTRESSE OF PHIL'ARETE , bee really a Woman , shaddowed vnder the name of VIRTVE : or VIRTVE onely , whose louelinesse is represented by the Beautie of an excellent Woman : Or , whether it meane both together ; I cannot tell you . But , thus much I dare promise for your money : that , heere , you shall find familiarly expressed , both such Beauties as young men , are most intangled withall ; and and the excellency also of such , as are most worthy their affection . That , seeing both impa●tially set foorth , by him that was capable of both , they might the better settle their loue on the best .

Heereby also , those Women , who desire to bee truely beloued , may know what makes them , so to be . And , seeke to acquire those accomplishments of the Mind , which may endeare them , when the sweetest Features of a beautifull Face , shall bee conuerted into Deformities . And , here is described , that Louelinesse of theirs , which is the principall obiect of wanton affection , to no worse end : but , that those , who would neuer haue lookt on this Poeme ( if Virtue and Goodnesse , had beene therein , no otherwise represented , then as they are obiects of the Soule ) might , where they expected the satisfaction of their sensualitie onely ; meet with that also , which would insinaute into them , an apprehension of more reasonable , and most excellent perfections . Yea , whereas , the common opinion of Youth hath been ; that , onely old men , and such as are vnable , or past delighting in a bodily louelinesse , are those who are best capable of the Mindes perfections : And , that they doe therefore so much preferre them before the other ; because their Age , or stupiditie hath depriued them of being sensible what pleasures they yeelde . Though , this be the vulger errour ; yet , here it shal appeare , that he , who was able to conceiue the most excellent pleasingnesse , which could be apprehended in a Corporall Beautie ; found it ( euen when he was most enamour'd with it ) far short of that vnexpressible sweetnes , which he discouered in a virtuous and well-tempered Disposition . And if this bee not worth your money , keepe it .

IOHN MARRIOT .
PHIL'ARETE TO HIS MISTRESSE . HAile , thou fairest of all Creatures , Vpon whom the Sun doth shine : Modell of all rarest Features , And perfections most diuine . Thrice All-haile : And blessed be , Those , that loue , and honour thee . Of thy worth , this rurall Storie , Thy vnworthy Swaine hath pend : And , to thy ne're-ending glory , These plaine Numbers doth commend . Which , ensuing Times shall warble , When 't is lost , that 's writ in Marble . Though thy praise , and high deseruings Cannot all , be here exprest : Yet , my loue , and true-obseruings , Someway , ought to be profest . And , where greatest loue we see , Highest things attempted be . By thy Beautie , I haue gained , To behold , the best perfections : By thy Loue , I haue obtained , To enioy the best affections . And my tongue , to sing thy praise ; Loue , and Beautie , thus doth raise . What , although in rusticke shaddowes , I , a Shepheards breeding had ? And , confined to these Meadowes ; So , in home-spunn Russet clad ? Such as I , haue now and then , Dar'd as much , as greater men . Though a stranger to the Muses , Young , obscured , and despis'd : Yet , such Art , thy Loue infuses , That , I thus , haue Poetiz'd . Read ; and be content to see , Thy admyred Powre in me . And , oh grant , thou Sweetest Beautie , ( Wherewith euer Earth was grac't ) That this Trophee of my Dutie , May with Fauour be imbrac't : And disdaine not , in these Rymes , To be sung , to after-Times . Let those doters on Apollo , That adore the Muses , so , ( And , like Geese , each other follow ) See , what Loue alone , can doe . For , in Loue-layes ; Groue , and Field ; Nor to Schools , nor Courts wil yeeld . On this Glasse , of thy perfection , If that any Women pry ; Let them thereby take direction , To adorne themselues thereby . And , if ought amisse they view , Let them dresse themselues anew . Young-men , shall by this , acquainted With the truest Beauties grow : So , the Counterfeit , or painted , They may shun , when them they know . But , the Way , all will not find : For , some eyes haue , yet are blind . Thee , entirely , I haue loued , So , thy Sweetnesse , on me wrought ; Yet , thy Beautie neuer mooued , Ill temptations , in my thought . But , still did thy Beauties Ray ; Sun-like , driue those Foggs away . Those , that MISTRESSES are named , And for that , suspected be ; Shall not need to be ashamed , If they patterne take by thee . Neither shall their SERVANTS feare , Fauours , openly to weare . Thou , to no man fauour dainest , But what s fitting to bestow ; Neither , Seruants entertainest , That can euer wanton grow . For , the more they looke on thee ; Their Desires still bettered be . This , thy Picture , therefore , show I Naked vnto euery eye . Yet , no feare of Riuall know I , Neither touch of Ielousie . For , the more make loue to thee ; I , the more shall pleased be . I , am no Italian Louer , That will mewe thee in a Iayle ; But , thy Beautie I discouer , English-like , without a vaile . If , thou mayst be wonne away ; Winne and weare thee , he that may . Yet , in this , thou mayst beleeue me ; ( So indifferent though I seeme ) Death with tortures , would not grieue me , More , then losse of thy esteeme . For , if VIRTVE me forsake ; All , a scorne of me will make . Then , as I on Thee relying , Doe no changing , feare in Thee : So , by my defects supplying , From all changing , keepe thou me . That , vnmatched we may prooue Thou , for Beautie ; I , for Loue . Then , while their Loues , are forgotten , Who to Pride , and Lust were slaues ; And , their Mistresses quite rotten , Lye vnthought on , in their graues . Kings and Queens ( in their despight ) Shall , to mind vs , take delight .
FAIRE-VIRTVE : OR , THE MISTRESSE OF PHIL'ARETE . TWo prettie Rills doe meet , and meeting make Within one vally , a large siluer lake : About whose bankes the fertile mountaines stood , In ages passed brauely crownd with wood ; Which lending Cold-sweet-shadowes , gaue it grace , To be accounted Cynthia's Bathing place . And from her father Neptunes brackish Court , Faire Thetis thither often would resort , Attended by the Fishes of the Sea , Which in those sweeter waters came to plea. There , would the daughter of the Sea-God diue ; And thither came the Land-Nymphs euery Eue , To wait vpon her : bringing for her browes , Rich garlands of sweet flowres , and Beechy boughs . For , pleasant was that Poole ; and neere it , then , Was neither rotten Mersh , nor boggy Fen. It was nor ouergrowne with boystrou● Sedge , Nor grew there rudely then along the edge , A bending Willow , nor a pricky Bush , Nor broadleafd Flag , nor Reed , nor knotty Rush. But here , wel order'd was a groue with Bowers : There grassy plots set round about with Flowers . Here , you might ( through the water ) see the land , Appeare , strowd o're with white or yellow sand . ●onn , deeper was it ; and the wind by whiffes . Would make it rise , and wash the little cliffes , On which , oft pluming sate ( vnfrighted than ) The gagling Wild goose , and the snow-white Swan : With all those flockes of Fowles , which to this day , Vpon those quiet waters breed , and play . For , though those excellences wanting be , Which once it had ; it is the same , that we By Transposition name the Ford of Arle . And out of which along a Chalky Marle ) That Riuer trils , whose waters wash the Fort , In which braue Arthur kept his royall Court . North-east ( not far from this great Poole ) there lies A tract of Beechy mountaines , that arise With leasurely-ascending to such height , As from their tops the warlike I le of Wight . You in the Oceans bosome may espie , Though neere two hundred furlongs thence it lie . The pleasant way , as vp those hils you clime , Is strewed o're , with Mariarome , and Thyme . Which growes vnset . The hedge-rowes do not want The Cowslip , violet , Primrose , nor a plant , That freshly sents : as Birch both greene and tall ; Low Sallowes , on whose bloomings Bees doe fall . Faire Woodbinds which , about the hedges twine ; Smooth Priuet , and the sharpesweete Eglantine . With many moe , whose lea●es and blossomes faire , The Earth addorne , and oft perfumes the ayre . When you vnto the highest doe attaine ; An intermixture both of Wood and Plaine , You shall behold : which ( though aloft it lye ) Hath downes for sheepe , and fields for husbandry ▪ So much ( at least ) as little needeth more , If not enough to marchandize their store . In euery Rowe hath Nature planted there , Some banquet , for the hungry passenger . For here , the Haste-nut and Filbird growes ; There Bulloes , and little further Sloes . On this hand , standeth a faire weilding-tree ; On that , large thickets of blacke Cherries be . The shrubbie fields , are Raspice Orchards there , The new fel'd woods , like Strabery-gardens are : And , had the King of Riuers blest those hills With some small number of such prettie Rills As flow elsewhere , Arcadia had not seene A sweeter plot of Earth then this had beene . For what offence this Place was scanted so Of springing waters , no record doth show : Nor haue they old tradition left , that tels ; But till this day , at fiftie fathome Wels The Shepherds drink . And strange it was to heare Of any Swaine that euer liued there , Who either in a Pastorall-Ode had skill , Or knew to set his fingers to a quill . For , rude they were who there inhabited , And to a dull contentment being bred , They no such art esteem'd , nor tooke much heed Of any thing , the world without them did . Eu'n there ; and in the least frequented place Of all these mountaines , is a little space Of pleasant ground hemd in with dropping trees , And those so thicke , that Phoebus scarcely sees The earth they grow on once in all the yeere , Nor what is done among the shaddowes there . Along those louely pathes ( where neuer came Report of Pan , or of Apollo's name , Nor rumour of the Muses till of late ) Some Nymphs were wandring : and by chance , or Fate Vpon a Laund ariued , where they met The little flocke of Pastor Philaret . They , were a troupe of Beauties knowne well nigh Through all the Plaines of happy Britany . A Shepheards lad was he , obscure and young , Who ( being first that euer there had sung ) In homely Verse , expressed Countrey loues ; And onely told them to the Beechy groues : As if to sound his name he neuer ment , Beyond the compasse that his Sheep-walke went . They saw not him ; nor them perceiued he : For , in the branches of a Maple-tree He shrouded sate , and taught the hollow hill To Eccho foorth the Musique of his quill : Whose tatling voice redoubled so the sound , That where he was conceald , they quickly found . And there , they heard him sing a Mad●igall ; That soone betrayd his cunning to them all . Full rude it was no doubt , but such a Song , Those rusticke , and obscured shades among , Was neuer heard ( they say ) by any care ; Vntill his Muses had inspir'd him there . Though meane and plain , his Country habit seemd , Yet by his Song the Ladies rightly deemd , That either he had trauailed abrode , Where Swaines of better knowledge make abode . Or else , that some braue Nimph who vs'd that Groue , Had dained to inrich him , with her loue . Approaching nearer , therefore , to this Swaine , They him saluted ; and he , them againe : In such good fashion , as well seemd to be According to their state and his degree . Which greetings , being passed ; and much chat , Concerning him , the place , with this and that ; He , to an Arbor doth those beauties bring ; Where , he them prayes to sit , they him to sing : And to expresse that vntaught Country Art , In setting forth the Mistresse of his hart ; Which they ore●eard him practise , when vnseene , He thought no eare had witnesse of it beene . At first ( as much vnable ) he refusd ; And seemed willing to haue beene excusde , From such a taske . For , tr●st me Nimphs ( quoth he ) I would not purposely vnciuill be , Nor churlish in denying what you craue ; But , as I hope Great Pan my flocke will saue , I rather wish , that I might heard of none , Enioy my Musick , by my selfe alone : Or , that the murmers of some little Flood ( Ioynd with the friendly Ecchoes of the wood ) Might be th'impartial● Vmpires of my wit , Then vent it , where the worla might heare of it . And doubtlesse , I had sung lesse loud while-ere , Had I but thought of any such so neere . Not that I either wish obscurifide , Her matchlesse Beanty ; or desire to hide Her sweet perfections . For , by Loue I sweare , The vtmost happinesse I ayme at here , It but to compasse worth enough to raise A high-built Trophee equall with her praise . Which ( fairest Ladies ) I shall hope in vaine : For , I was meanly bred on yonder Plaine . And , though I can well prooue my Blood to be Deriu'd from no ignoble Stems to me : Yet Fate and Time them so obscur'd and crost , That with their Fortunes their esteeme is lost . And whatsoere repute I striue to win , Now , from my selfe alone , it must begin . For , I haue nor estate , nor friends , nor fame , To purchase either credit to my name , Or gaine a good Opinion ; though I doe Ascend the height I shall aspire vnto . If any of those virtues yet I haue , Which honour to my Predecessors gaue , Ther 's all that 's left me . And though some contemn● Such needy Iewels ; yet it was for them , My Faire-one did my humble suit affect , And dayned my aduenturous loue respect . And by their helpe , I passage hope to make Through such poore things as I dare vndertake . But , you may say ; what goodly thing alas ! Can my despised meannesse bring to passe ? Or what great Monument of honour raise To Virtue , in these Vice abounding dayes ? In which ( a thousand times ) more honor finds , Ignoble gotten meanes , then noble minds ? Indeed , the world affoordeth small reward For honest minds ; and therefore her regard I seeke not after : neither doe I care , If I haue blisse , how others thinke I fare . For , so my thoughts haue rest , it yrkes not me , Though none but I , doe know how blest they be . Here therefore , in these groues and hidden plaines , I pleased sit alone ; and many straines I carroll to my selfe , these hills among : Where no man comes to interrupt my Song . Whereas , if my rude layes make knowne I should , Beyond their home ; perhaps , some Carpers would ( Because they haue not heard from whence we be ) Traduce , abuse , and scoffe both them and me . For , if our great and learned Shepheards ( who Are grac't with wit , and fame , and fauours to , ) With much adoe , escape vncensurd may ; What hopes haue I to passe vnscoft I pray , Who yet vnto the Muses am vnknowne ? And liue vnhonoured , heere among mine owne ? A gadding humour seldome taketh me , To range out further then yonn mountaines be : Nor hath applausiue Rumour borne my name Vpon the spreading wings of sounding Fame . Nor can I thinke ( faire Nymphs ) that you resort For other purpose , then to make a sport At that simplicitie which shall appeare Among the rude vntutor'd Shepheards here . I know that you my Noble Mistresse weene At best , a homely Milk-maid on the Greene ; Or some such Country Lasse , as tasked stayes At seruile labour vntill Holy dayes . For , poore mens vertues so neglected grow , And are now prized at a rate so low , As t is impossible , You should bee brought , To let it with beleefe possesse your thought , That any Nymph whose loue might worthy be ; Would daigne to cast respectiue eyes on me . You see I liue , possessing none of those Gay things , with which the world enamor'd grows . To woo a Courtly Beautie , I haue neither Rings , Bracelets , Iewels , nor a Scarfe , nor Feather . I vse no double dyed Cloth to weare ; No Scrip embroydered richly doe I beare : No silken Belt , nor Sheephooke layd with pearles , To win me fauour from the Shepherds Girles . No place of office , or Command I keepe , But this my little Flocke of homely sheepe . And in a word ; the summe of all my pelfe Is this ; I am the Master of my selfe . No doubt ; in Courts of Princes you haue beene , And all the pleasures of the Palace seene . There , you beheld braue Courtly passages , Betweene Heroës and their Mistresses . You , there perhaps ( in presence of the King ) Haue heard his learned Bards and Poets sing . And what contentment then , can wood , or field , To please your curious vnderstandings yeeld ? I know , you walked hither , but to prooue , What silly Shepheards doe conceiue of loue : Or to make triall how our simplenesse Can passions force , or Beauties power expresse : And when you are departed , you will ioy , To laugh , or descant on the Shepheards boy . But yet ( I vow ) if all the Art I had Could any more esteeme , or glory add To her vnmatched worth ; I would not weigh What you intended . Prethee lad , quoth they , Distrustfull of our Courtsie doe not seeme . Her Noblenesse can neuer want esteeme ; Nor thy concealed Measures be disgrac't , Though in a meaner person they were plac't : If thy too-modestly reserued Quill , But reach that height , which we suppose it will . Thy meannesse or obscurenesse cannot wrong , The Nymph thou shalt eternize in thy Song . For , as it higher reares thy glory , that A noble Mistresse thou hast aymed at : So , more vnto her honour it will prooue , That whilst deceauing shaddowes others moue , Her constant eyes , could passe vnmoued by , The subtill times bewitching brauery ; And those obscured virtues loue in thee , That with despised meannesse clouded be . Now then , for her sweet sake , whose Beautious eye , Hath filled thy soule with heauenly Poesie , Sing in her praise some new inspired straine : And , if within our power there shall remaine , A fauour to be done may pleasure thee : A●ke , and obtaine it whatsoere it be . Faire Ladies quoth the lad , such words as those , Compell me can● and , therewithall he rose ; Return'd them thanks , obeisance made , and than , Downe sate againe , and thus to sing began . YOV , that at a blush can tell , Where the best perfections dwell ; And the substance can coniecture , By a shaddow , or a Picture : Come , and try , if you by this ; Know my Mistresse , who she is . For , though I am farre vnable Here to match Apelles table , Or draw Zeuxes , cunning Lines , Who , so painted Bacchus Vines , That the hungry Byrds did muster , Round the counterfeited Cluster . Though , I vaunt not to inherit , Petrarchs , yet vnequal'd spirit ; Nor to quaffe the sacred Well , Halfe so deepe as Astrophill : Though , the much commended Celi● , Louely Laura , Stella , Delia , ( Who in former times excell'd ) Liue in Lines vnparaled ; Making vs beleeue 't were much , Earth should yeeld another such . Yet , assisted but by Nature , I assay to paint a Creatnre Whose rare worth , in future yeares , Shall be praysd , as much as theirs . Nor let any thinke amisse , That I haue presumed this : For , a gentle Nimph is shee , And hath often honor'd me . Shee s , a noble sparke of light , In each part so exquisit , Had she in times passed beene , They had made her , beauties Queene . Then , shall cowardly despaire , Let the most vnblemisht faire , For default of some poore Art ( Which her fauour may impart ) And the sweetest Beauty fade , That was euer borne or made ? Shall , of all the faire ones , shee Onely so vnhappy be ; As to liue in such a Time , In so rude , so dull a Clime , Where no spirit can ascend High enough , to apprehend Her vnprized excellence , Which lies hid from common sense ? Neuer shall a staine so vile , Blemish this , our Peets I le . I my selfe , will rather runne , And seeke out for Helicon . I , will wash , and make me cleane , In the waues of Hyppocrene : And in spight of Fortunes barres , Climbe the Hill that braues the starres . Where , if I can get no Muse That will any skill infuse , ( Or my iust attempt prefer ) I will make a Muse of Her : Whose kind heat shall soone distill , Art , into my ruder quill . By her fauour , I will gaine Helpe , to reach so rare a Straine : That the learned Hils shall wonder , How the vntaught vallies vnder , Met with Raptures so diuine , Without knowledge of the NINE . I , that am a Shepheards Swaine , Piping on the lowly plaine , And no other Musique can , Then what learn'd I haue of Pan. I , who neuer sung the Layes , That deserue Apollo's bayes , Hope not onely , here to frame , Measures , which shall keepe Her name , From the spight of wasting Times ; But ( enshrin'd in sacred Rimes ) Place her , where her forme diuine , Shall to after ages shine : And without respect of Odds , Vye renowne with Demy-Gods . Then , whilst of her praise I sing , Harken Vally , Groue and Spring ; Listen to me sacred Fountaines , Solitarie Rocks , and Mountaines : Satyres , and you wanton Elues , That doe nightly sport your selues . Shepheards , you that on the Reede , Whistle while your lambes doe feed : Aged Woods , and Floods , that know , What hath beene long times agoe . Your more serious Notes among , Heare , how I can in my Song , Set a N●mphs perfection forth : And , when you haue heard her worth ; Say , if such another Lasse , Euer knowne to mortall was . Listen Lordlings ; you that most , Of your outward honors boast . And you Gallants ; that thinke scorne , We to lowly fortunes borne , Should attaine to any graces , Where , you looke for sweet embraces . See , if all those vanities , Whereon your affection lies . Or the Titles , or the power , By your Fathers virtues your , Can your Mistresses enshrine , In such state , as I will mine : Who am forced , to importune Fauours , in despight of Fortune . Beauties listen ; chiefly you , That yet know not Virtues due . You , that thinke there are no sports , Nor no honours but in Courts . ( Though of thousands there liues not Two , but dye and are forgot : ) See , if any Palace yeelds Ought more glorious , then the Fields . And consider well , if we May not as high-flying be In our thoughts , as you that sing In the Chambers of a King . See ; if our contented minds , Whom Ambition neuer blinds : ( We , that clad in home-spun gray , On our owne sweet Meadowes play ) Cannot honour ( if we please ) Where we list as well as these . Or as well of worth approue ; Or with equall passions loue . See , if beauties may not touch Our soone-louing hearts as much : Or our seruices effect Fauours , with as true respect In your good conceits to rise , As our painted Butterflies . And you Fairest giue her roome , When your Sexes pride doth come : For that Subiect of my song , I inuoke these Groues among , To be witnesse of the Layes , Which I carroll in her praise . And because shee soone will see , If my Measures faultie be ; Whilst I chaunt them , let each Rime Keepe a well proportioned time : And with straines that are diuine , Meet her thoughts in euery line . Let each accent there , present To her Soule a new content ; And , with rauishings so ceaze her , She may feele the height of pleasure . You enchanting spells , that lye , Lurking in sweet Poesie : ( And to none else will appeare , But to those that worthy are ) Make Her know there is a power Ruling in these Charmes of your ; That transcends ( a thousand heights ) Ordinary mens delights : And can leaue within her brest , Pleasures , not to be exprest . Let her linger , on each straine , As if shee would heare 't againe ; And were loth to part from thence , Till shee had the quintessence , Out of each conceit shee meets , And had stord her , with those sweets . Make her , by your Art to see : I , that am her Swaine , was he , Vnto whom all beauties here , Were alike , and equall deare . That I could of freedome boast , And of fauours with the most : Yet , now ( nothing more affecting ) Sing of Her , the rest neglecting . Make her heart , with full Compassion , Iudge the merit of true passion ; And , as much my loue prefer , As I striue to honor Her . Lastly ; you , that will ( I know ) Heare me , wh'ere you should or no. You , that seeke to turne all Flowers , By your breathes infectious powers , Into such ranke lothsome weedes , As your dunghill nature breeds . Let your hearts be chast , or here Come not , till you purge them cleare . Marke ; and marke then , what is worst : For , what ere it seeme at first ; If you bring a modest minde , You shall nought immodest finde . But , if any too seuere , Happ to lend a partiall eare ; Or , out of his blindnesse yawne , Such a word , as Oh prophane : Let him know thus much from me , If here 's ought prophane , t is he ; Who applies these excellences , Onely to the touch of senses : And , dimm sighted , cannot see , Where the soule of this , may bee . Yet , that no offence may grow , T is their choice , to stay , or goe . Or , if any for despight , Rather comes , then for delight : For his presence I le not pray , Nor his absence : come he may . Critticks shall admitted be , Though I know thei le carpe at me . For I neither feare nor care , What in this , their censures are . If the Verse heere vsed , be Their dislike ; it liketh me . If my Methode they deride , Let them know , Loue is not tide In his free Discourse , to chuse Such strict rules-as Arts-men vse . These may prate of Loue ; but they , Know him not : for Hee will play From the matter , now and then , Off and on , and off agen . If this Prologue tedious seeme , Or the rest too long they deeme : Let them know , my loue they win , Though they goe ere I begin , Iust as if they should attend me , Till the last , and there commend me . For , I will for no mans pleasure Change a Syllable or measure : Neither for their praises adde Ought to mend what they thinke bad : Since it neuer was my fashion , To make worke of Recreation . Pedants shall not tye my straines , To our Antique Poets vaines ; As if we , in latter dayes , Knew to loue , but not to praise . Being borne as free as these , I will sing , as I shall please ; Who , as well new paths may run , As the best before haue done . I disdaine to make my Song , For their pleasures short or long . If I please I le end it here : If I list I le sing this yeere . And , though none regard of it , By my selfe I pleas'd can sit , And , with that contentment cheare me ▪ As if halfe the world did heare me . But because I am assured , All are either so coniured , As they will my Song attend , With the patience of a friend ; Or ( at least ) take note , that I Care not much : now willingly I these goodly Colours lay , Wind , nor Raine , shall we are away . But retaine their purest glasse , When the Statues made of brasse , For some Princes more renowne , Shall be wholly ouerthrowne : Or ( consum'd with cankred rust ) Lie neglected in the dust . And my Reason giues direction , ( When I sing of such perfection ) First , those beauties to declare , Which ( though hers ) without her are . To aduance her fame , I find , Those are of a triple kind . Priuiledges she hath store , At her birth , since , and before . From before her birth , the fame , Shee of high discents may claime ; ( Whose wel-gotten honors , may Her deseruing more display ) For , from heauenly race shee springs , And from high and mightie Kings . At her birth ; shee was by Fate In those Parents fortunate , Whose estates and virtues stood , Answerable to their Blood . Then , the Nation , Time , and Place , To the rest may adde some grace . For the People , with the Clime , And the fashions of the time ; ( In all which she hath been blest , By enioying them at best ) Doe not onely mend the features , But oft times make better natures . Whereas , those who hap not so , Both deform'd , and ruder grow . In these Climes , and latter dayes , To deserue sweet Beauties praise , ( Where so many females dwell , That each seemeth to excell ) In more glory twenty fold , Then it was in dayes of old , When our ordinary Faire ones Might haue been esteemed rare ones ; And haue made a subiect fit , For their brauest Poets wit . Little P●ush-lights , or a sparke , Shineth fairely in the darke : And , to him occasion giues That from sight of lesser liues To adore it : yet the Ray Of one Torch will take away All the light of twentie more , That shin'd very well before . So , those pettie Beauties , which Made the times before vs rich ; Though but sparkles seemd a flame , Which hath been increast by Fame , And their true affections , who Better neuer liu'd to know . Whereas , her if they had seene , Shee had sure adored beene , And ta●ght Ages past , to sing Sweeter in their Sonneting . Such a Ray , so cleare , so bright , Had out-shined all the light , Of a thousand such as theirs , Who were then esteemed Starres ; And would haue enlightned , neere Halfe the worlds wide Hemisphere . Shee is fairest , that may passe For a faire one , where the Lasse Trips it on the Countrie greene , That may equall Spartas Queene . Where ( in euery street you see ) Throngs of Nymphs and Ladies be , That a● faire enough to moue Angels ; and enamour loue . Shee must matchlesse features bring That now mooues a Muse to sing , When as one small Prouince may Shew more Beauties in a day , Then the halfe of Europe could , Breed them in an age of old . Such is shee , and such a lot Hath her rare perfection got . Since her birth ; to make the coulor Of so true a Beautie fuller ; And to giue a better grace To that sweetnesse in the face : Shee , hath all the furthrance had , Noble educations add . And not onely knoweth all , Which our Ladies , Courtship call , With those knowledges , that doe Grace her sex , and sute thereto : But shee hath attaind to find , ( What is rare with womankind ) Excellencies , whereby she May in soule delighted be ; And reape more contentment , than One of twentie thousand can . By this meanes , hath better'd bin , All without her , and within . For , it hath by adding Arts , To addorne her natiue parts , Raised to a noble flame , ( Which shall lighten forth her fame ) Those deare sparkes of sacred fire , Which the Muses did inspire At her birth : that she compleat , Might with them befit a seat . But , perhaps I doe amise , To insist so long on this . These , are superficiall things ; And but slender shaddowings , To the worke I haue in hand . Neither can you vnderstand , What her excellence may be , Till her selfe desrib'd you see . Nor can mine , or any penn , Paint her halfe so louely then , As she is indeed . For , here Might those Deities appeare , Which young Paris view'd , at will , Naked , vpon Ida hill ; That I from those three might take , All their beauties One to make ( Those , no question well compact , Would haue made vp one exact ) Something yet , we misse of might , To expresse her sweetnesse right , Iuno's maiestie would fit ; Venus beauty , Pallas wit : Might haue brought to patterne hers , In some shew'd particulers . But , they neuer can expresse , Her whole frame or worthinesse : With those excellences , which Make both soule , and body rich . Pallas sometimes was vntoward , Venus wanton , Iuno froward : Yea , all three infected were , With such faults as women are . And , though falsly Deifi'd , Fraileties had , which shee 'le deride . By herselfe , must therefore she , Or by nothing pattern'd , be . And I hope to paynt her so , By her selfe ; that you shall know , I haue seru'd no common Dame , Of meane worth , or vulger fame , But a Nimph that 's fairer than , Pen , or Pencill , portrait can . And to morrow if you stray , Backe againe this vncoth way : I my simple art will show : But , the time preuents me now . For , except at yonder glade , All the Laund is vnder shade . That , before these Ewes be told , Those my Weathers in the fold , Ten young Wainlings driuen downe To the well beneath the Towne ; And my Lambkins changed from Brome leaze , to the Mead at home : T will be farre in night : and so , I shall make my father woe For my stay , and be in feare Some what is mischanced here . On your way , I le therefore bring you , And a Song or two I le sing you , Such as I ( halfe in despaire ) Made when first I woo'd my Faire : Whereunto my Boy shall play , That my voyce assist , it may . COme my Muse , if thou disdaine , All my comforts are bereft me ; No delight doth now remaine , I nor friend , nor flocke haue left me , They are fcattered on the plaine . ( Men , alas ) are too seuere , And make scoffes at Louers Fortunes ; Women , hearted like the Beare , That regards not who importunes , But , doth all in pieces teare . If I should my sorrowes show Vnto Riuers , Springs , or Fountaines , They are sencelesse of my woe ; So are groues , and rockes , and mountaines . Then , oh whither shall I goe ? Meanes of harbour me to shield From dispaire ; Ah , know you any ? For , nor Citie , Grange , nor Field ( Though they lend content to many ) Vnto me , can comfort yeeld . I haue wept and sighed to . For compassion to make triall : Yea , done all that words can doe , Yet hane nothing but denyall . What way is there then to wooe ? Shall I sweare , protest , and vow ? So haue I done most extreamely . Should I die ? I know not how . For , from all attempts vnseemely , Loue , and Virtue , keepes me now . I have heard that Time preuailes ; But I feare mee t is a fable . Time , and all endeavour failes ; To beare more , my heart 's vnable , Yet none careth what it ayles . Lines , to some haue op't the dore , And got entrance for affection . Words well spoken , much implore By the Gestures good direction : But a Looke doth ten times more . T is the Eye that onely reades , To the heart , loues deepest Lectures . By a moouing looke it pleads , More then common sence coniectures : And , a way to pittie leades . This , I knowing did obserue , ( both by Words , & Looks complayning ) Yet , for pittie I may starue : There 's no hope of my obtaining ; Till I better can deserue . Yea , and he that thinkes to winne By desert , may bee deceiued . For , they who haue worthiest bin , Of their right haue beene bereaued , And a Groome admitted in . Wherefore Muse , to thee I call ; Thou ( since nothing else auailes me ) Must redeeme mee from my thrall . If thy sweet enchauntment failes me , Then adue , loue , life , and all . 2. TEll me my hart , what Thoughts these pantings moue ? My Thoughts of LOVE . What Flames are these , that set thee so on fire ? Flames of DESIRE . What Meanes hast thou , contentments floure to crop ? No Meanes but HOPE . Yet let vs feed on Hope , and Hope the best . For , they amid their griefes are something blest ; Whose Thoughts , & Flames , & Meanes , haue such free scope , They may at once , both LOVE , DESIRE , and HOPE . But say ; what Fruit will loue at last obtaine ? Fruitlesse DISDAINE . What will those Hopes proue , which yet seeme so faire ? Hopelesse DESPAIRE . What End shall runne those passions out of breath ? An endlesse DEATH . Oh can there be such crueltie in Loue ? And doth my Fortune so vngentle proue , Shee will no Fruit , nor Hope , nor End bequeath , But cruellest DISDAIN , DISPAIRE , and DEATH ? Then what new Studie shall I now apply ? Studie to DIE. How might I end my Care , and dye content ? Care to REPENT . And what good Thoughts may make my end more holy ? Thinke on thy FOLLY . Yes , so I will ; and since my Fate can giue No Hope , but euer without Hope to liue . My Studies , Cares , and Thoughts , i le all apply . To weigh my FOLLY well , REPENT and DIE. 3. SAD Eyes what doe you ayle To be thus ill disposed ? Why doth your sleeping faile , Now all mens else are closed ? Wast I , that nere did bow In any seruile dutie ; And will you make me , now , A slaue to Loue and Beautie ? What though thy Mistresse smile , And in her loue affects thee ? Let not her eye beguile , I feare shee disrespects thee . Doe not poore heart depend On those vaine thoughts that fill thee ; They le faile thee in the end , So must thy passions kill thee . What hopes haue I , that shee will hold her fauours euer ; When so few women be , That constant can perseuer ? What ere shee doe protest , When Fortunes doe deceiue me ; Then shee , with all the rest , I feare , alas ! will leaue me . Whil'st youth , & strength remains , With art that may commend her ; Perhaps , she nought disdaines , Her seruant should attend her . But , it is one to ten , If crosses ouertake me ; Shee will not know me , then , But scorne , and so forsake mee . Shall then in earnest truth , My carefull eyes obserue her ? Shall I consurne my youth , And short my time to serue her ? Shall I , beyond my strength , Let passions torments prooue me , To heare her say , at length , Away , I cannot loue thee ? Oh , rather let me dye , Whil'st I thus gentle finde her ; T were worse then death , if I , Should finde shee prooues vnkinder . One frowne ( though but in iest ) Or one vnkindnes , fained , Would rob me of more rest , Then ere could be regained . But , in her eyes I finde , Such signes of pitie moouing ; Shee cannot be vnkinde : Nor erre , nor faile in louing . And , on her forehead , this , Seemes written to relieue me ; My heart no ioy shall misse , That Loue , or Shee , can giue me . Which if I finde , I vow , My seruice shall perseuer : The same that I am now , I will continue euer . No others high degree , Nor beautious looke shall change me . My Loue shall constant bee , And no estate estrange me . When other noble Dames By greater men attended ; Shall with their Liues , and Names , Haue all their glories ended ; With fairest Queenes shall she , Sit sharing equall glory : And Times to come , shall be , Delighted with our Story . In spight of others hates , More honour I will doe her , Then those , that with Estates , And helpes of Fortune wooe her . Yea , that true worth I spie , Though Monarchs stroue to grace it , They should not reach more hie , Then I dare hope to place it . And though I neuer vaunt , What fauours are possessed , Much lesse content I wan , Then if they were expressed . Let others make their mirth , To blab each kisse , or toying ; I know no blisse on earth , Like , seeret Loue enioying . And this shall be the worst , Of all that can betide me ; If I , like some accurst , Should finde my hopes deride me : My Cares will not be long , I know which way to mend them ; I le thinke who did the wrong , Sigh , breake my heart , and end them . HAile faire Beauties , and againe , Haile to all your goodly traine . What I promisd yesterday , If it please you , heare yee may : For , now once begun haue I , Sing I will , though none were by . And , though freely on I runne , Yet confused paths to shunne , First , that part shal be disclos'd , That s of Elements compos'd . There , the two vnequall paire , Water , Fire , Earth and Ayre . ( Each one suting a Complexion , ) Haue so cunning a Commixtion ; As they , in proportion sweet , With the rarest temper meete . Either , in as much as needeth , So as neither , ought exceedeth . This pure substance , is the same , Which the Body we doe name . Were that , of immortall stuffe ; T is refin'd and pure enough , To be cald a Soule : for sure , Many Soules are not so pure . I ( that with a serious looke Note of this rare Moddel tooke ) Find , that Nature in their places , So well couched all the Graces , As the Curioust eies that be , Can nor blot , nor blemish see . Like a Pine it groweth streight , Reaching an approued height : And hath all the choice perfections , That inflame the best affections . In the motion of each part , Nature seemes to striue with Art , Which her gestures most shall blesse , With the guifts of Pleasingnesse . When she sits ; me , thinkes , I see , How all virtues fixed be , In a frame ; whose constant mould , Will the same vnchanged hold . If you note her when she moues , Cytherea drawne with doues : May come learne such winning motions , As will gaine to loues deuotions , More then all her painted wiles ; Such as teares , or sighs , or smiles . Some , whose bodies want true graces , Haue sweete features in their faces : Others , that doe misse them there , Louely are some other where , And to our desires doe fitte , In behauiour , or in witte : Or some inward worth appearing , To the soule , the soule endearing : But , in her your eie may find , All that s good in Womankind . What in others we preferre , Are but sundry parts of her : Who , most perfect , doth present , What might one , and all content . Yea , he that in loue still ranges , And each day , or howrly changes ; ( Had he iudgement but to know , What perfection in her grow ) There would find the spring of store , Sweare a faith , and change no more . Neither in the totall frame , Is she only void of blame ; But , each part suruei'd a sunder , Might beget both loue and wonder . If you dare to looke so high , Or behold such maiestie ; Lift your wondring eies , and see , Whether ought can better'd be . Ther 's her Haire , with which Loue angles , And beholdes eies intangles . For , in those faire curled snares , They are hampred vnawares : And compeld to sweare a duty , To her sweete inthrauling beauty . In my mind , t is the most faire , That was euer called haire , Somewhat brighter then a browne , And her Tresses wauing downe , At full length , and so dispread : Mantles her from foote to head . If you saw her Arched Brow , Tell me pray , what Art knowes how To haue made it in a line , More exact , or more diuine . Beauty there may be diseri'd , In the height of all her pride , T is a meanly rising plaine , Whose pure white hath many a vaine , Interlacing like the springs , In the earths enamilings . If the tale be not a toy , Of the little winged Boy ; When he meanes to strike a heart , Thence , he throwes the fatall dart : Which of wounds still makes a paire , One of Loue , one of Dispaire . Round her visage : or so neare , To a roundnes doth appeare , That no more of length it takes , Then what best proportion makes . Short her Chinne is ; and yet so , As it is iust long enow : Louelines , doth seeme to glory , In that Cyrcling Promontory . Pretty mouing features skip , Twixt that hillocke and the lip : If you note her , but the while She is pleas'd to speake , o● smile . And her Lips ( that shew no dulnes ) Full are , in the meanest fulnes : Those , the leaues be , whose vnfolding , Brings sweete pleasures to beholding : For , such pearles they doe disclose , Both the Indies match not those : Yet , are so in order placed , As their whitenesse is more graced . Each part is so well disposed , And her dainty mouth composed , So , as there is no distortion , Misbeseemes that sweete proportion . When her Iuorie Teeth she buries , Twixt her two enticing cherries , There appeares such pleasures hidden , As might tempt what were forbidden . If you looke againe the whiles , She doth part those lips in smiles : T is as when a flash of light , Breakes from heauen to glad the night . Other parts my pencill craue , But those lips I cannot leaue ; For ( me thinkes ) I should goe , And forsake those Cherries so . Ther 's a kind of excellence , Holds me from departing hence . I would tell you what it were , But my cunning failes me there . They are like in their discloses , To the mornings dewie roses : That beside the name of faire , Cast perfumes that sweet the Aire . Melting-soft her kisses be , And had I , now , two or three ; ( More inspired , by their touch ) I had praisd them twise asmuch . But sweete Muses marke yee how , Her faire eies doe checke me now , That I seem'd to passe them so : And their praises ouer goe : And yet blame me not , that I Would so faine haue past them by . For , I feared to haue seene them , Least there were some danger in them . Yet , such gentle lookes they lend , As might make her foe , a friend ; And by their allurings moue , All beholders , vnto loue . Such a power is also there , As will keepe those thoughts in feare ; And command enough I saw , To hold impudence in awe . There , may he that knowes to loue , Read contents , which are aboue , Their ignoble aimes , who know Nothing , that so high doth grow . Whilst she me beholding is , My hart dares not thinke amisse : For , her sight most peircing cleare , Seemes to see , what s written there . Those bright Eies , that with their light , Often times haue blest my sight , And in turning thence their shining , Left me in sad darkenes pining : Are the rarest , loueliest gray . And do cast forth such a ray ; As the man , that black prefers , More would like this gray of hers . When their matchles beames she shrouds , T is like Cynthia hid in Clouds . If againe she shew them light , T is like morning after night . And , t is worthy well beholding , With how many a pretty folding , Her sweet eye lids grace that faire , Meanly fring'd with beaming haire : Whereby , neatly ouerspread , Those bright lamps are shaddowed . Twixt the Eyes , no hollow place , Wrinkle nor vndecent space , Disproportions her in ought ; Though by Enuy , faults were sought . On those Eye-browes neuer yet , Did disdainefull scowling sit . Loue and Goodnesse gotten thither , Sit on equall thrones together ; And doe throw iust scorne on them , That their gouernment contemne . Then ( almost obscur'd ) appeares Those her Iewell-gracing Eares , Whose owne Beauties more adome , Then the richest Pearle that 's worne By the proudest Persian Dames , Or the best that Nature frames . There , the voice ( in loues Meanders Those their pretty cirklings , wanders : Whose rare turnings will admit , No rude speech to enter it . Stretching from mount Forhead lies , Beauties Cape betwixt her eyes . Which two Chrystall-passing lakes , Loues delightfull Isthmus makes ; Neither more nor lesse extending , Then most meriteth commending . Those , in whom that part hath beene , Best deseruing praises seene : Or , ( surueid without affection ) Came the neerest to perfection . Would scarce handsome ones appeare , If with her compar'd they were . For , it is so much excelling , That it passeth meanes of telling . On the either side of this , Loues most louely Prospect is . Those her smiling Cheekes , whose colour Comprehends true Beautie fuller , Then the curioust mixtures can , That are made by art of Man . It is Beauties Garden plot , Where , as in a True-loue-knot , So , the Snowy Lilly growes , Mixed with the Crimson Rose , That , as friends they ioyned be . Yet , they seeme to disagree , Whether of the two shall raigne ; And the Lillies oft obtaine Greatest sway , vnlesse a blush Helpe the Roses at a push . Hollow fallings , none there are ; Ther 's no wrinkle , ther 's no scar : Onely ther 's a little Mole , Which from Venus cheeke was stole . If it were a thing in Nature , Possible , that any Creature , Might decaying life repaire Onely by the helpe of Aire : There were no such Salue for death , As the balme of her sweet breath . Or , if any humane power , Might detaine the Soule an houre , From the flesh to dust bequeathing , It would linger on her breathing : And be halfe in mind , that there ; More then mortall pleasures were . And whose fortune were so faire , As to draw so sweet an ayre , Would no doubt , let sleighted lie , The perfumes of Arabie . For the English Eglantine , Doth through enuy of her , pine . Violets , and Roses to ; Feares that she will them vndoe . And , it seemes that in her brest , Is compos'd the Ph●nix nest . But , descend a while mine eye . See , if polisht Iuory , Or the finest sleeced flockes , Or the whitest Albi●n Rocks ; For comparisons may stand , To expresse that snowy hand . When she drawes it from her gloue , It hath virtue to remoue , Or disperst ; if there be ought , Cloudeth the beholders thought . If that palme but toucheth your , You shall feele a secret power Cheare your heart ; and glad it more , Though it droopt with griefe before . Through the vaines , disposed true Crimson , yeelds a Saphir hue : Which adds grace , and more delight , By embracing with the white . Smooth , and moist , and soft , and tender , Are her palmes ; the fingers slender ; Tipt with mollified Pearle . And if that transformed Girle , Whose much cunning , made her dare , With loues daughter to compare , Had that hand worne ; maugre spight , Shee had sham'd the Goddesse quite . For , there is in euery part , Nature perfecter then Art . These , were ioyned to those Armes , That were neuer made for harmes : But , possesse the sweetest graces , That may apt them for imbraces . Like the Siluer streames they be , Which from some high hill we see Clipping in a goodly Vale , That growes prowd of such a thrall . Neither Alabaster Rocks , Pearl strowd-shores , nor Cotswold flockes , Nor the Mountaines tipt with Snow , Nor the Milk-white Swannes of Po , Can appeare so faire to me , As her spotlesse shoulders be . They are like some worke of state , Couer'd with the richest plate : And a presence haue , that strike With deuotions , Goddes-like . Twixt those shoulders ( meanly spread ) To support that Globe-like head , Riseth vp her Necke ; wherein , Beautie seemeth to beginne To disclose it selfe , in more Tempting manner then before . How , therein she doth excell , ( Though I would ) I cannot tell : For , I naught on earth espie , That I may expresse it by . There , should Louers as in dutie , Hange rich Trophes vp to Beauty . T is proportion'd to a height , That is euen with delight . Yet , it is a great deale higher , Then to answere base desire . Where the Necke hath end , begins That smooth path , where loues close ginns Are thicke placed to inthrall , Such , as that way straggle shall . There , a pleasing passage lies , Farre beyond the sight of eies : And much more delight containes , Then the old Elizian plaines . Whatsoeuer others say , There 's alone the Milkie-way ; That to beauties walkes doth goe , Which , if others came to know ; In possessing their delight , They should neuer reach the height , Of the pleasures which I share , Whilst that those debarred are . Yet ( vnspoken of ) there rests , Her two twinlike louely Breasts , Whose round-rising , pretty panting I would tell , but art is wanting . Words can neuer well declare , Her faire sweete perfections there : For , would measures giue me leaue , To expresse what I conceiue , I doe know I should goe neare , Halfe to rauish all that heare . And , but that I learne to season , What I apprehend with Reason , It had made my Passions weight , Sincke me through my owne conceit , There I finde so large a measure , Of an vnexpressed pleasure ; That my heart , through strong surmize , In a pleasing fainting lies . He that there may rest to proue , Softer finds those beds of loue , Then the Cotton ripest growne ; Or fine pillowes of such downe , As in time of Molting , fanns , From the breasts of siluer Swannes . Those two sisters are a paire Smoth alike , like soft , like faire ; If together they be vewed . Yet if they a part be shewed , That you touch , or see , seemes smother ; Softer , fairer , then the other . That the Colour may delight , So much red as makes the white , Purer seeme , is shed among : And then , here , and there , along , Runnes a Saphire-Mine , whose blew Shaddowd , makes so braue a shew On those lillie mounts , as tho , Beauties simples there did grow . In the vale , twixt either hill , Lies Desire in ambush still ; And surprizeth euerie eie , Which doth that way dare to pry . There , is sure the twy-top Hill , Where the Poets , learne their skill . That s Parnassus where the Muses , Chast , and wise Minerua vses . Her two Cherrilets are those , Whence the pleasantst Nectar flowes : And no fruits ere equall'd these , Fetcht from the Hesperides . Once , as Cynthir's games she Chased , And for Aire , left halfe vn●ased , Her light summer-robe of greene , ( Beauties safe , but slender skreene ) Vnawares , I partly spide , That faire Lillie field vnhid , Which you may her Belly name ; Yet , nor she , nor I , to blame . For , it was but what mine eie , Might behold with modestie . T is a faire and matchlesse Plaine , Where vnknowne Delights remaine , T is the store-house wherin , Pleasure , Hides the richest of her treasure . Which , true Modestie ( in ward ) Keepes with a continuall guard , Of such Virtues ; as shee 's sure , No corruption can allure . There they say ( for mind it well ) I doe this by hearesay , tell , Growes her Nauell which doth seeme , Like some Iewel of esteeme : With so wondrous cunning wrought , That an iniury t is thought : Such a beauty , with the rest , ( Should vnknowne ) be vnexprest . Some what else there is , that s hidden ; Which to name I am forbidden : Neither haue I euer pried , After that should be vnspied . Neuer shall my Maiden-Muse , So her selfe , and me abuse , As to sing what I may feare , Will offend the Choisest eare . Though I know , if none be by , But true friends to Modestie ; I might name each part at will , And yet no mans thought be ill . Yet , for feare loose hearers may , Iudge amisse , if more I say : I le descend to shunn all blame , To the Pillers of this Frame . Where , though I nere aimd so high , As her daintie youthfull Thigh ; ( Whose rare softnes , smothnes , fulnes , Being knowne , would teach my dulnes Such a straine , as might be fit , Some braue Tuscan Poets wit ) Once a sawcie bush I spide , Plucke her silken skirts aside ; So discouered vnto me , All those beauties to the knee . And , before the thornes entanglings , Had let goe the Siluer spanglings , I perceiud the curious knitting , Of those ioynts were well be fitting ; Such a Noble piece of worke : Mongst whose turnings , seem'd to lurke , Much to entertaine the sight , With new obiects of delight . Then the Legge for shape as rare , Will admit of no compare . Streight it is ; the Anckle leane , Full the Calfe , but in the meane : And the slender Foote doth fit , So each way to suit with it , As she nothing lesse excells Therein , then in all things els . Yea from Head to Foote , her feature , Shewes her an vnblemisht Creature : In whom loue with reason , might , Finds so matchlesse a Delight . That more cannot be acquired , Nor , a greater blisse desired . Yet if you will rest an howre , Vnder yonder shady bowre : I , anon my Muse will raise To a higher pitch of praise . But a while with Raspice-berries , Strawberries , ripe Peares , and Cherries , ( Such as these our Groues doe beare ) We will coole our palats there . And those homely Cates among , Now and then , a Past'rall Song , Shall my Lad , here , sing , and play : Such , as you had yesterday . 1 A Lad whose faith will constant proue , And neuer know an end : Late by an ouer sight in loue , Displeas'd his dearest friend . For which , incens'd shee did retake , The fauours which he wore ; And said , he neuer for her sake , Should weare , or see them more . The griefe whereof , how neere i●●ent , And how vnkindly tooke ; Was figur'd by the discontent , Appearing in his looke . At first , he could not silence breake , ( So heauy sorrow lay ) But when his sighs gaue way to speake , Thus , sadly did he say . My onely Deare ; and with that speech , Not able to sustaine , The floods of griefe at sorrowes breach ; He paus'd awhile againe . At length ( nigh fainting ) did expresse , These words , with much adoe ; Oh deare ! let not my loues excesse . Me , and my loue vndoe . Shee , little mooued with his paine , His much distraction eyde ; And changing loue , into disdaine , Thus ( still vnkind ) replide : Forbeare to vrge one kindnesse more , Vnlesse you long to see , The good respect you had before , At once all lost in me . With that , dismaid , his suit he ceast , And , downe his head he hung : And , as his Reasons strength decreast , His passion grew more strong . But , seeing shee did slight his mone ( With Willow Garlands wreath'd ) He sate him downe , and all alone , This sad complaint he breahb'd . Oh Heauens ! Quoth he , Why doe we spend , Endeauours thus in vaine ; Since what the Fates doe fore-intend , They neuer change againe ? Nor Faith , nor Loue , nor true Desert , Nor all that man can doe , Can winne him place within her heart , That is not borne theret● . Why doe I fondly waste my youth , In secret sighs , and teares ? Why to preserue a spotlesse truth , Taste I , so many cares ? For , women that no worth respect , Doe so vngentle prooue ; That some shall wi●ne by their neglect , What others lose with loue . Those , that haue set the best at naught , And no man could enioy ; At last , by some base Gull are caught , And gotten with a toy . Yea , they that spend an ages light , Their fauours to obtaine ; For one vnwilling ouer sight , May loose them all againe . How glad , and faine , alas would I , For her haue vnderwent , The greatest care , ere she should trie , The smallest discontent ? Yet she , that may my life commaund , And doth those passions know , Denieth me a poore demaund , In height of all my wo● . Oh , if the Noblest of her time , And best belou'd of me ; Could for so poore , so slight a crime , So voyd of pitie be . Sure , had it beene some common one , Whose patience I had tride ; No wonder I had been vndone , Or vnforgiuen di'de . A thousand liues I would haue layd , So well I once beleeu'd , She would haue dain'd to lend me ayd , If she had seene me gree●'d . But now , I liue to see the day , Where I presumed so ; I neither dare for pitie pray , Nor tell her of my woe . Yet , let not poore despised heart , Her worth ought question'd be ; Hadst thou not fayled in desert , Shee had not failed thee . But least perhaps , they flout thy mone , That should esteeme thee deare ; Goe , make it by thy selfe alone , Where none may come to heare . Still keepe thy forhead crown'd with smiles , What passion ere thou trie ; That none may laugh at thee the whiles , Thou discontented lye . And let no wrong , by change distaine A Loue so truely faire : But rather , neuer hope againe , And thou shalt ne're despaire . 2 ORetyr'd by cruell passions that oppresse me , With heart nigh broken , Time no hope would giue me Upon my bed I laid mee downe to rest me ; And gentle sleepe , I wo●ed to releeue me . But oh alas ! I found that on the morrow My sleeping Ioyes , brought forth my waking Sorrow . For loe , a dreame I had so full of pleasure , That to possesse , what to imbrace I seemed , Could not effect my Ioy in higher measure , Then now it grieues mee , that I haue but dreamed . Oh let my dreames be sighs and teares hereafter : So , I that sleeping weepe , may wake in laughter . Faine would I tell , how much that shaddow pleasd me ; But tongue and pen , want words , and art in telling . Yet , this I le say , to shew what horrour seazd me ; ( When I was rob'd of blisse , so much excelling ) Might all my dreames be suchj ; oh let me neuer Awake againe : but sleepe , and dreame for euer . For , when I waking saw my selfe deceiued , And what an inward Hell it had procured , To finde my selfe of all my hopes bereaued , It brought on passions not to be endured : And , knew I ; next night had such dreames in keeping , I 'de make my eyes , forsweare , for euer sleeping . 3 YOu wooddy Hils , you Dales , you Groues , You Floods , and euery Spring , You Creatures come , whom nothing moues , And heare a Shepheard sing . For , to Heroës , Nymphes , and Swaines , I long haue made ●y mone : Yet , what my mournfull Verse containes , Is vnderstood of none . In Song , APOLLO gaue me skill ; Their loue , his Sisters daine . With those , that haunt Pernassus hill , I friendship entertaine . Yet , this is all in vaine to me , So haplessely I fare , As those things which my glory be , My cause of ruine , are . For , Loue hath kindled in my brest , His neuer quenched fire : And I , who often haue exprest , What other men desire , ( Because I could so diue into , The depth of others mone ) Now , I my owne affliction show , I heeded am , of none . Oft haue the Nymphs of greatest worth , Made sute my Songs to heare . As oft ( when I haue sighed forth , Such notes as saddest were ) Alas ! said they , poore gentle heart , Who ere that Shepheard be : But , none of them suspects my smart , nor thinkes , it meaneth me . When I haue reacht so high a straine , Of passion in my Song ; That they , haue seene the teares toraine And trill my cheeke along : Insteed of sigh , or weeping eye , To sympathize with me ; Oh , were he once in loue , they crie , How mouing would he be ? Oh pitie me , you Powers aboue , And take my skill away : Or , let my hearers thinke I loue , And faine not what I say . For , if I could disclose the smart , Which I vnknowne doe beare ; Each line would make them sighs impart , And euery word , a teare . Had I a Mistresse , some doe thinke , Shee should reuealed be ; And I would fauors weare , or drinke Her Health vpon my Knee . Alas poore fooles ! they ayme awry , Their fancy flags too low : Could they my loues rare course espie , They would amazed grow . But , let nor Nymph nor Swaine conceiue , My tongue shall euer tell , Who of this rest , doth mee bereaue ; Or where I am not well . But , if you sighing me espie , Where rarest features be ; Marke , where I fixe a weeping eye , And sweare you , There is shee . Yet , ere my eyes betray me shall , I le swell , and burst with paine : And , for each drop they would let fall , My heart shall bleed me twaine . For , since my soule more sorrow beares , Then common Louers know ; I scorne , my passions should like theirs , A common humour show . Eare , neuer heard of , heretofore , Of any Loue like mine . Nor shall there be for euermore , Affection so diuine . And , that to faine it , none may try , When I dissolu'd must be ; The first I am , it liued by , And die it shall , with me . BOY , h'a done ; for now my braine Is inspir'd afresh againe , And new Raptures pressing are , To be sung in praise of her : Whose faire Picture lieth nigh , Quite vnuail'd to eu'ry eye . No small fauour hath it beene , That such Beautie might be seene : Therefore , euer may they rue it , Who with euill eyes shall view it . Yea , what ancient stories tell , Once to rude Acteon fell , ( When with euill thoughts , he stood Eyeing Cynthia in the Flood ) May that fatall horned curse , Light vpon them ; or a worse . But ( what euer others be ) Lest some fault be found in me , If vnperfect this remaine ; I will ouer-trym't againe . Therefore , turne where we begun : And now all is ouerrunne . Marke , if euery thing exprest , Sute not so vnto the rest , As if Nature would prefer , All perfections , vnto her . Wherefore seemes it strange to any , That they daily see so many , Who were else most perfect Creatures , In some one part , want true features ? Since , from all the fair'st that liue , Nature tooke the best , to giue Her pefection in each part . I , alone , except her heart ; For , among all woman-kind . Such as hers , is hard to find . If you truely note her Face , You shall find it hath a grace , Neither wanton , nor ore serious ; Nor too yeelding , nor imperious : But , with such a feature blest , It is that , which pleaseth best : And delight 's each seu'rall eye , That affects with modesty . Lowlinesse , hath in her looke , Equall place with Greatnes tooke . And , if Beautie ( any where ) Claimes Prerogatiues , t is there . For , at once , thus much t will doe ; Threat , command , perswade , and wooe . In her Speech there is not found , Any harsh , vnpleasing sound . But a well beseeming power ; Neither higher , neither lower , Then will sute with her perfection , T is the Loadstone of Affection . And , that man , whose iudging eyes , Could well sound such mysteries , Would in loue , make her , his choice ; Though he did but heare her voice . For , such accents , breath not , whence Beautie keeps Non-residence . Neuer word of hers , I heare , But t is Musicke to mine eare : And , much mor● contentment brings , Then the sweetly-touched strings , Of the pleasing Lute , whose straines , Rauish hearers when it plaines . Rais'd by her Discourse , I flie , In contented thoughts so high , That I passe the common measures , Of the dulled Senses pleasures : And , leaue farre below my flight , Vulger pitches of delight . If Shee smile , and merry be ; All about her , are as she . For , each looker on , takes part Of the ioy that 's in her heart . If Shee grieue , or you but spie , Sadnesse peeping through her eye ; Such a grace it seemes to borrow , That you 'l fall in loue with sorrow : And abhorre the name of Mirth , As the hatefulst thing on earth . Should I see her shed a teare , My poore eyes would melt , I feare . For , much more in Hers appeares , Then in other womens teares : And her looke , did neuer faine Sorrow , where there was no paine . Seldome hath she beene espide So impatient as to chi●e : For , if any see her so , They 'l in loue with anger grow . Sigh , or speake , o● smile , or talke , Sing , or weepe , or sit , or walke , Euery thing that shee doth doe , Decent is , and louely too . Each part that you shall behold , Hath within it selfe inrold , What you could desire to see , ( Or your heart conceiue to be ) Yet if from that part your eye , Mouing shall another spye : There you see as much or more , Then you thought to praise before . While the eye surueyes it , you Will imagine that her Brow Hath all beautie ; when her Cheeke , You behold , it is as like To be deemed fairest too . ( So much there can Beautie doe ) Looke but thence vpon her eye , And you wonder by and by , How there may be any where , So much worthy praise as there . Yet , if you suruey her Brest , Then as freely you 'l protest , That in them perfection is ; Though ( I know ) that one poore kisse , From her tempting Lips , would then , Make all that forsworne agen . For , the selfe same moouing grace , Is at once in euery place . She , her Beautie neuer foyles , With your oyntments , waters , oyles , Nor no loathsome Fucus settles , Mixt with Iewish fasting spetles . Faire by Nature , being borne , She doth borrowed beautie seorne . Who so kisses her , needs feare No vnwholesome varnish there . For , from thence he onely sips , The pure Nectar , of her lips . And at once with these he closes , Melting Rubies , Cherries , Roses . Then , in her behauiour , she Striueth but her selfe to be . Keeping such a decent state , As ( indeed ) she seemes to hate Precious leasure should be spent , In abused Complement . Though she knowes what other doe , ( And can all their Courtship toe ) She , is not in so ill case , As to need their borrowed grace . Her Discourses sweetned are , With a kind of artlesse care , That expresseth greater Art , Then affected words imp●rt . So , her gestures ( being none , But that freenesse which alone , Suits the brauenesse of her mind ) Make , her , of her selfe , to find , Postures more becomming far , Then the meere acquired , are . If you marke , when for her pleasure , Shee vouchsafes to foot a Measure , Though , with others skill , she pace , Ther 's a sweet delightfull grace , In her selfe ; which doth prefer , Art , beyond that Art , in her . Neither needs she beat her wit , To deuise what dressings fit . Her complexion , and her feature , So beholding are to Nature ; If she in the Fashions goe , All the reason she doth so , Is ; because she would not erre , In appearing singuler . Doubtlesse , not for any thought , That 't will perfect her , in ought . Many a dainty-seeming Dame , Is in natiue Beauties lame . Some , are graced by their Tyres , As their Quoifs , their Hats , their Wyres . One , a Ruffe doth best become ; Falling-Bands much altreth some . And their fauours , oft , we see , Changed as their dressings be . Which , her Beautie neuer feares : For , it graceth all she weares . If ye note her Tyre to day , That , doth sute her best , you 'l say . Marke , what she next morne doth weare ; That , becomes her best , you 'l sweare . Yea , as oft as her you see ; Such new graces , still there be : As , she euer seemeth grac't , Most by that , she weareth last . Though , it be the same wore , But the very day before . When she takes her Tyers about her , ( Neuer halfe so rich without her ) At the putting on of them , You may liken euery Iem , To those lamps , which at a play , Are set vp to light the day . For , their l●sture addes no more , To what Titan gaue before ; Neither doth their pretty gleamings , Hinder ought , his greater beamings . And yet ( which is strange to me ) When those costly deckings be , Laid away ; there seemes descrid , Beauties , which those Vailes did hide . And , she looke● , as doth the Moone , Past some Clowd through which she shone : O● , some Iewell Watch , whose Case , Set with Diamonds , seemes to grace What it doth containe within 〈◊〉 Till the curious worke be seene , Then ; t is found , that costly shrining ; Did but hinder tothers shining . If you chance to be in place , When her Mantle she doth grace ; You would presently protest , Irish dressings were the best . If againe she lay it downe , While you view her in a gowne : And how those her dainty limbs , That close-bodied garment trims . You would sweare , and sweare agen : She appeared loueliest then . But , if she so truely faire , Should vntie her shining haire , And at length , that treasure shed ; Ioues endured Gammed , Neither Cythereas Ioy , Nor the sweet selfe-louing Boy , ( Who in beauty did surpasse ) Nor the fair'st that euer was : Could , to take you prisoner bring , Lookes so sweetly conquering . She , excells her , whom Appollo , Once with weeping eies did follow . Or that Nimph , who shut in Towers , Was beguild with golden showers ; Yea , and She , whose loue was wont , To swime ore the Hellispont . For her sake ( though in attire , Fittest to enflame desire ) Seem'd not halfe so faire to be , Nor so louely , as is she . For , the man whose happy eye , Viewes her in full Maiesty : Knowes , she hath a power that mooues , More then doth the Queene of Loues , When she vseth all her power , To inflame her Paramour . And , sometime I doe admire , All men burne not with desire . Nay , I muse her seruants are not Pleading loue ; but oh they dare not . And , I therfore wonder , why They doe not grow sicke , and die . Sure they would doe so , but that By the ordinance of Fate , There is some concealed thing , So , each gazer limiting ; He can see no more of merit , Then beseemes his worth , and spirit . For , in her a Grace there shines , That o're-daring thoughts confines ; Making worthlesse men dispaire , To be lou'd of one so faire . Yea , the Destinies agree , Some good iudgments blind should be , And not gaine the power of knowing Those rare Beauties in her growing . Reason doth as much imply : For , if euery iudging eye , ( Which beholdeth her ) should there , Find what excellencies are : All , orecome by those perfections , Would be captiue to affections . So , in happinesse vnblest ; Shee , for Louers , should not rest . This , well heeding , thinke vpon : And , if there be any one , Who alloweth not the worth , Which my Muse hath painted forth ; Hold it no defect in her ; But , that hee 's ordaind to erre . Or , if any female wight , Should detract from this I write , Shee , I yeeld , may shew her wit , But disparage her no whit . For , on earth few women be , That from Enuies touch are free . And , who euer , Enuy knew , Yeeld those honours that were due ? Though sometime my Song I raise , To vnused heights of praise , ( And breake forth as I shall please . Into strange Hyperboles ) T is to shew , Conceit hath found , Worth , beyond expressions bound . Though , her breath I doe compare , To the sweet'st perfumes that are ; Or , her Eies that are so bright , To the mornings cheerefull light . Yet , I doe it not so much , To inferre that she is such ; As to shew , that being blest , With what merrits name of best , She appeares more faire to me , Then all Creatures else that be . Her true beauty leaues behind , Apprehensions in my mind , Of more sweetnes then all Art , Or inuentions can impart . Thoughts , too deepe to be exprest , And too strong to be supprest . Which , oft raiseth my conceits , To so vnbeleeued heights ; That ( I feare ) some shallow braine , Thinkes my Muses doe but faine . Sure , he wrongs them if he doe : For , could I haue reached to So like Straines , as these you see ; Had there beene no such as She ? Is it possible that I , Who scarce heard of Poesie ; Should a meare Idea raise , To as true a pitch of praise , As the learned Poets could , Now , or in the times of old ; All those reall-beauties bring , Honord by their Sonneting ? ( Hauing Arts , and fauors to , More t' encourage what they doe ) No ; if I had neuer seene , Such a beauty ; I had beene Piping in the Country shades , To the homely Dary-maides : For a Country Fidlers fees ; Clouted creame , & bread and cheese . I no skill in Numbers had , More then euery Shepheards Lad , Till She taught me , Straines that were , Pleasing to her gentle eare . Her faire splendor , and her worth , From obscurenes , drew me forth . And , because I had no Muse , Shee her selfe daignd to infuse All the skill , by which I clime , To these praises in my Ryme . Which , if she had pleasd to add , To that Art sweet Drayton had , Or that happy Swaine that shall Sing Britanias Pastorall ; Or to theirs , whose Verse set forth Rosalind , and Stella's worth ; They had doubled all their skill , Gained on Apollos Hill : And , as much more set her forth , As I' me short of them in worth . They , had vnto heights aspired , Might haue iustly been admired ; And , in such braue Straines had moued , As of all had been approued . I , must praise her as I may ; Which I doe mine owne rude way : Sometime setting forth her glories , By vnheard of Allegories . Thinke not , tho , my Muse now sings , Meere absurd , or fained things . If to gold I like her Haire , Or , to Starres , her Eyes so faire : Though I praise her Skin by snow , Or , by Pearles , her double-Row : T is , that you might gather thence , Her vnmatched excellence . Eyes , as faire ( for eyes ) hath she As starres faire , for starres may be . And , each part as faire doth show , In it kind , as white in Snow . T is no grace to her at all , If her Haire I Sunne-beames call : For , were there a power in Art , So to pourtrait euery part , All men might those beauties see , As they doe appeare to me . I would scorne to make compare With the glorioust things that are . Nought I ere saw , faire enow , But the Haire , the haire to show . Yet , some thinke him ouerbold , That compares it but to Gold . He , from Reason seemes to erre , Who commending of his Deare , Giues her Lips the Rubies hue , Or by Pearles her Teeth doth shew . But what Pearles , what Rubies can , Seeme so louely faire , to man , As her Lipps whom he doth loue , When in sweete discourse they moue ? Or her louelier Teeth the while , She doth blesse him with a smile . Starres indeed , faire Creatures be : Yet , amongst vs , where is he , Ioyes not more the while he lies , Sunning in his Mistresse Eies , Then in all the glimmering light , Of a starrie winters night ? Him to flatter , most suppose , That preferrs before the Rose Or the Lillies ( while they grow ) Or the flakes of new-falne suow ; Her complextion whom he loueth : And yet , this my Muse approueth . For , in such a beauty , meets Vnexpressed mouing sweets ; That , ( the like vnto them ) no man , Euer saw but in a Woman . Looke on Moone , on Starrs , on Sunne , All Gods Creatures ouer-runne . See , if all of them presents , To your mind , such sweet contents : Or , if you from them can take , Ought that may a beauty make , Shall one halfe so pleasing proue , As is Hers , whom you doe loue . For indeed , if there had beene Other mortall Beauties seene , Obiects for the loue of man , Vaine was their creation than . Yea , if this could well be granted , Adam might his Eue haue wanted . But a woman is the Creature , Whose proportion with our nature Best agrees ; and whose perfections , Sympathize with our affections : And not onely finds our Senses , Pleasure in their excellencies . But our Reason also knowes , Sweetnesse in them , that outgoes Humane wit to comprehend , Much more , truely , to commend . Note , the Beautie of any Eye ; And , if ought you praise it by , Leaue such passion in your mind , Let my Reasons eye be blind . Marke , if euer red or white , Any where , gaue such delight , As when they haue taken place , In a worthy womans face . He that so much hath not noted , Will not : or is growne besotted . Such as Louers are , conceaue , What impressions Beauty leaue ; And those Hearts , that fire haue took , By a loue-enflaming looke : Those , beleeue , what here I say ; And , suppose not that I stray , In a word , by setting foorth Any praise beyond true worth . And yet , wherefore should I care , What anothers Censures are , Since I know her to be such , As no praise can be too much ? All that see her , will agree , In the selfe same mind with me ; If their wit be worth the hauing , Or their Iudgement merrit crauing . And the man that kens her not , Speaks , at best , he knowes not what : So , his Enuy , or good will . Neither doth her good , nor ill . Then , Fooles cauils I disdaine , And , call backe my Muse againe , To decipher out the rest . For , I haue too long digrest . This is Shee , in whom there meets , All varietie of sweets . An Epitomie , of all , That on earth we Faire may call . Nay , yet more I dare auer : He that is possest of her , Shall at once all pleasure find , That is reapt from Woman-kind . Oh , what man would further range , That in one might finde such change ? What dull eye such worth can see , And not sworne a Louer be ? Or , from whence was he , could proue , Such a Monster in his loue ; As , in thought , to vse amisse , Such vnequald worth as this ? Pitie 't were that such a Creature , Phenix-like , for matchlesse feature , Should so suffer ; or be blamed , With what now the Times are shamed . Beautie ( vnto me diuine ) Makes my honest thoughts encline , Vnto better things , then that , Which the Vulgar aymeth at . And , I vow , I grieue to see , Any Faire , and false to be : Or , when I sweet pleasures find , Matcht with a defiled mind . But ( aboue all others ) Her , So much doth my soule prefer ; That to Him whose ill desire , Should so nurse a lawlesse Fire , As to tempt , to that , which might Dimme her sacred Virtues light ; I could wish that he might die Ere he did it ; though 't were I. For , if Shee should hap to stray , All this Beautie would away : And not her alone vndoe , But kill him , that prais'd her to . But , I know her Maker will Keepe her vnd●●tained still : That ensuing Ages may Patterne out , by her the way To all goodnesse . And if Fate That appoints all things a Date Heare me would ; I 'de wish that She Might for aye preserued be . And that neither wasting Cares , Neither all-consuming Yeares , Might , from what she is , estrange her , Or in mind , or body change her . For , oh why should enuious Time , Perpetrate so vile a Crime , As to waste , or wrong , or staine , What shall ne're be matcht againe ? Much I Hope , it shall not be : For , if Loue deceiue not me , To that height of Faire she growes , Age , or Sicknesse ( Beauties foes ) Cannot so much wrong it there , But enough there will appeare , Euer worthy to be lou'd : And , that heart shall more be mou'd , ( Where there is a iudging eye ) With those prints it doth espie , Of her beautie wrongd by Time , Then by others , in their prime . One aduantage shee hath more , That adds grace to all before . It is this ; her Beauties fame , Hath not done her honour shame . For , where Beautie we doe find , Enuy still is so vnkind , That , although their Vertues are Such , as passe their Beauies farre ; Yet on Slanders rocks they be Shipwrackt oftentimes , we see : And are subiect to the wrongs , Of a thousand spightfull tongues , When the greatest fault they had , Was , that some would make them bad ; And not finding them for action , Sought for vengeance , by detraction . But her beauty sure no tongue , Is so villanous to wrong . Neuer did the Iealoust eare , Any muttering rumor heare , That might cause the least suspects , Of indifferent defects . And ( which somewhat stranger is ) They , whose slanders few can misse , ( Though set on by euill will , And habituated ill ) Nothing can of her inuent , Whence to frame disparagement . Which , if we respect the Crimes , Of these loose iniurious times ; Doth not only truly proue , Great discretion in her loue : And , that she hath liu'd vpright , In each iealouse tongues dispight . But , it must be vnderstood , That her priuate thoughts are good . Yea , t is an apparant signe , That her beautie is Diuine : And , that Angels haue a care , Mens polluting tongues should spare To defile , what God hath giuen , To be deare to Earth , and Heauen . Tell me you that heare me now ; Is there any one of you , Wanteth feeling of affection ? Or that loues not such perfection ? Can there be so dull an eare , As of so much worth to heare ; And not seriously incline , To this Saint-like friend of mine ? If there be ; the fault doth lie , In my artlesse Poesy . For , If I could reach the Straine , Which me thinkes I might obtaine ; Or , but make my Measures flie , Equall with my fantasie ; I would not permit an eare , To attend vnrauisht heere ; If , but so much fence it knew , As the blocks , that Orphe●s drew . Thinke on this discription , well , And , your noblest Ladyes tell ; Which of you ( that worth can see ) This my Mistresse would not be ? You braue English , who haue run , From the rising of the Sun : Till in trauelling you found , Where he doth conclude his Round . You , that haue the beauties seene , Which in farthest Lands haue beene ; And sur●eid the faire resorts , Of the French and Spanish Courts : ( With the best that Fame renownes , In the rich Trans-Alpine Townes ) Doe not with our brainelesse Fry , ( That admire each nouelty ) Wrong your Countries fame in ought . But , here freely speake your thought ; And I durst presume you le sweare , Shee 's not matched any where . Gallants , you that would so faine , Nymphs and Ladies loues obtaine . You , that striue to serue and please , Fairest Queenes and Empresses . Tell me this , and tell me right ; If you would not ( so you might ) Leaue them all dispis'd to proue , What contents are in her loue ? Could your Fathers euer tell , Of a Nymph did more excell ? Or hath any storie told , Of the like , in times of old ? Dido was not such a one . Nor the Troians Paragone . Though they so much fauour found , As to haue their honors crownd , By the best of Poets penns , Euer knowne before , or since . For , had Dido beene so faire , Old Anchises noble heire ; Ioues command had disobaid : And with her in Carthage staid : Where , he would haue quite forswore , Seeing the Lauinian Shore . Or , had Laedas Daughter beene , ( When she was the Spartan Queene ) Equall with this louely-one , Menelaus had neuer gone , From her sight so farre away , As to leaue her for a pray ; And his roome , to be possest , By her wanton Phrigian guest . But , least yet among you , some , Thinke she may behind these , come : Stay a little more , and here me : In another straine I le reare me . I le vnmasque a beauty , now , Which to kisse , the Gods may bow . And so feelingly did moue , That your soules shall fall in loue . I haue yet , the best behind ; Her most faire , vnequald , Minde . This , that I haue here exprest , Is but that , which vailes the rest . An incomparable shrine , Of a Beauty more diuine . Whereof , ere I farther speake , Off againe , my Song I le breake . And , if you among the Roses , ( Which , yo● quickset hedge incloses ) Will with plucking flowres , beguile Tedious-seeming Time awhile ; Till I step to yonder Greene , ( Whence the sheep so plaine are seen ) I , wil be returned , ere You an howre haue stayd there . And , excuse me now , I pray , Though I rudely goe away . For , Affaires I haue to doe : Which , vnlesse I looke into ; I may sing out Summer here , Like the idle Grashopper , And at Winter , hide my head , Or else fast , till I am dead . Yet if Rusticke Past'rall Measures , Can ought adde vnto your pleasures ; I will leaue you some of those , Which , it pleasd me to compose , When dispairing fits were ouer ; And I made a happy Louer , Exercisd my louing passion , In an other kind of fashion , Then to vtter , I deuised , When I fear'd to be despised . Those ; shall lye in gage for me , Till I backe returned be . And , in writing ; here , you haue them : Either Sing , or Read , or leaue them .
Sonnet 1. ADmire not Shepheards Boy , Why I my Pipe forbeare ; My sorrowes , and my ioy , Beyond expression are . Though others may , In Songs display Their passions , when they wooe : Yet , mine doe flie , A pitch too high , For words to reach vnto . If such weake thoughts as those , With others fancies moue ; Or , if my breast did close , But common Straines of Loue : Or passions store , Learnd me no more , To feele then others doe : I 'de paint my cares , As blacke as theirs , And teach my Lynes to wooe . But oh ! thrice happy yee , Whose meane conceit is dull ; You from those thoughts are free , That stuffe my breast so full : My loues excesse , Le ts to expresse , What Songs are vsed to : And my delights , Take such high flights , My Ioyes will mee vndoe . I haue a Loue that 's faire , Rich , Wise , and Nobly borne ; Shee 's true Perfections heire , Holds nought but Vice in scorne . A heart to find , More chast , more kind , Our Plaines affoord no moe . Of her degree , No blab I le be , For doubt , some Prince should wooe . And yet I doe not feare , ( Though shee my meannesse knowes ) The Willow Branch to weare , No , nor the yellow hose . For , if great Ioue , Should sue for loue , Shee would not me forgoe Resort I may , By night or day . Which brauer , dare not doe . You Gallants , borne to pelfe , To Lands , to Titles store ; I me borne but to my Selfe , Nor doe I care for more . Adde to your earth , Wealth , Honors , Birth , And all you can thereto ; You cannot proue , That height of Loue , Which , I in meannesse doe . Great Men haue helpes to gaine , Those fauours they implore ; Which , though I winne with paine , I finde my ioyes the more . Each Clowne may rise , And climbe the Skies , When he hath found a Staire : But ioy to him , That dares to climbe , And hath no helpe , but ayre . Some say , that Loue repents , Where Fortunes disagree ; I know the high'st contents , From low beginnings be . My loue 's vnfain'd , To her that daignd , From Greatnesse , stoope thereto . Shee loues , cause I , So meane , dar'dtrie , Her better worth to wooe . And yet although much ioy , My Fortune seemes to blesse ; T is mixt with more annoy , Then I shall ere expresse : For , with much paine Did I obtaine , The Iem I le nere forgoe : Which , yet I dare Nor shew , nor weare ; And that breeds all my woe . But fie , my foolish tongue , How loosely now it goes ! First , let my Knell be rung , Ere I doe more disclose . Mounts thoughts on high ; Cease words , for why : My meaning to diuine : To those I leaue , That can conceiue , So braue a Loue as mine . And now , no more I le sing , Among my fellow Swaines : Nor Groues , nor Hilles shall ring , With Ecchoes of my plaines . My Measures be , Confus'd ( you see ) And will not sute thereto : Cause , I haue more , Braue thoughts in flore , Then words can reach vnto .
Sonnet . 2. HEnce away , you Syrens , leaue me , And vnclaspe your wanton Armes ; Sugred words shall ne're deceiue me , ( Though thou proue a thousand Charmes ) Fie , fie , forbeare ; No common snare , Could euer my affection chaine : Your painted baits , And poore deceits , Are all bestowed on me , in vaine . I 'me no slaue , to such as you be ; Neither shall a snowy Brest , Wanton Eye , or Lip of Ruby , Euer robb me , of my rest . Goe , goe , display , Your Beauties ray , To some ore-soone enamour'd Swaine . Those common wiles , Of sighs and smiles ; Are all bestowed on me , in vaine . I haue elsewhere , vowed a dutie ; Turne away thy tempting eyes . Shew not me , a naked Beautie , Those Impostures , I despise . My Spirit lothes , Where gawdy clothes , And fained Othes , may loue obtaine . I loue Her so , Whose looke , sweares No ; That , all your labours will be vaine . Can he prize the tainted Posies , Which on euery brest are worne ; That may plucke the spotlesse Roses , From their neuer-touched Thorne ? I can goe rest , On her sweet Brest ; That is the pride of Cynthia's traine . Then hold your tongues , Your Mermaid Songs , Are all bestow'd on me in vaine . Hee 's a foole , that basely dallies , Where each Peasant mates with him . Shall I haunt the thronged Vallies , Whilst ther 's noble Hils to climbe ? No , no ; though Clownes Are skar'd with frownes , I know the best can but disdaine : And those I le proue ; So shall your Loue Be all bestowed , on me in vaine . Yet , I would not daigne embraces , With the greatest-fairest Shee , If another shar'd those graces , Which had beene bestowed on Me. I gaue that One , My Loue , where none , Shall come to robb me of my gaine . Your fickle Hearts Makes Teares , and Arts , And all , bestowed on me in vaine . I doe scorne , to vow a Dutie , Where each lustfull Lad may wooe . Giue me Her , whose Sun-like Beautie , Buzzards dare not soare vnto . Shee , shee it is , Affoords that Blisse , For which , I would refuse no paine . But such as you , Fond fooles adue ; You seeke to captiue me in vaine . Prowd she seem'd in the beginning , And disdaind my looking on : But , that coy one in the winning , Proues a true one being wonne . What ere betide , Shee 'l nere diuide , The fauour shee to me shall daigne . But , your fond loue , Will fickle proue : And all that trust in you , are vaine . Therefore know , when I enioy One , ( And for loue employ my breath ) Shee I Court shall be a Coy one , Though I winne her with my death . A fauour there , Few ayme at dare . And if perhaps , some Louer plaine , Shee is not wonne , Nor I vndone , By placing of my loue in vaine . Leaue me then , you Syrens leaue me ; Seeke no more to worke my harmes : Craftie wiles cannot deceiue me ; Who am proofe against your Charmes . You labour may , To lead astray , The heart , that constant shall remaine : And I the while , Will sit and smile , To see you spend your time in vaine .
Sonnet 3. WHen Philomela with her straines , The Spring had welcom'd in ; And Flora , to bestrow the Plaines , With Daysies did begin : My Loue , and I ( on whom suspitious eyes , Had set a thousand spies ) To cosen Argos stroue ; And seene of none , We got alone , Into a shady Gr●●e . On euery Bush , the Eglantine , with leaues perfumed hung . The Primrose , made the ●edge-rowes fine , The woods , of Musicke rung . The Earth , the Aire , & all things did conspire To raise contentment higher . That , had I come to wooe : Nor meanes of grace , Nor time , nor place ; Were wanting thereunto . With hand in hand , alone we walkt , And oft each other ●y●e : Of Loue , and passions past , we 〈◊〉 , Which our poore hearts had tride . Our soules , infus'd into each other were : And , what may be her care , Did my more sorrow breed . One mind we bore ; One Faith we swore : And both in one agreed . Her dainty Palme , I gently prest , And with her Lips I plaid . My Cheeke , vpon her panting Brest , And on her Necke I laid . And yet , we had no sence of wanton lust : Nor , did we then mistrust , The poyson in the sweet . Our Bodies wrought So close , we thought , Because our Soules should meet . With pleasant toyle , we breathles grew ; And kist in warmer blood : Vpon her Lips , the 〈◊〉 , Like drops on Roses stood ; And on those 〈…〉 ; Whose sweets ; were such to me , Them could I not 〈◊〉 No , not to feast , On Venus 〈◊〉 ; Whence Streames of sweetnesse flow . But , kissing and embracing , we So long together lay ; Her touches all inflamed me , And I began to stray . My hands , presum'd so farre , they were too bold . My tongue , vnwisely told How much my heart was chang'd . And Virtue quite , Was put to flight , Or , for the time estrang'd . Oh! what are we , if in our strength , Wee ouer boldly trust ? The strongest forts , will yeeld at length , And so our Virtues must . In Me , no force of Reason had preuaild ; If shee had also faild . But ere I further straid , She sighing kist , My naked wrist ; And thus , in teares she said . Sweet heart ( quoth she ) if in thy brest , Those Virtues reall bee , Which hitherto thou hast profest , And I beleeu'd in thee : Thy Selfe , and Me , oh seeke not to abuse . Whilst Thee I thus refuse , In hotter flames I frie : Yet , let vs not , Our true loue spot , Oh , rather let mee die . For , if thy heart should fall from good , What would become of mine ? As strong a passion , stirres my blood , As can distemper thine . Yet , in my brest this rage I smoother would , Though it consume me should ; And , my desires containe : For , where we see , Such breaches be , They seldome stop againe . Are we the two , that haue so long , Each others loues imbrac't ? And neuer did Affection wrong , Nor thinke a thought vnchast ? And shall , oh , shall we now , our matchlesse Iay , For one poore touch destroy ? And all content forgoe ? Oh no , my Deare , Sweet heart , forbeare ; I will not loose thee so . For , should we doe a deed so base , ( As it can neuer be ) I could no more haue seene thy face , Nor wouldst thou looke on me . I should of all our passions gr●w asham'd ; And blush when thou art nam'd , Yea ( though thou constant wert ) I being nought , A iealous thought , Would still torment my heart . What goodly thing doe wee obtaine , If I consent to thee ? Rare ioyes we loose , and what we gaine , But common pleasures be : Yea , those ( some say ) who are to lust enclind , Driue Loue out of the mind ; And so much Reason misse : That they admire , What kind of fire , A chast affection is . No vulgar blisse , I aymed at , When first I heard thee wooe : I le neuer prize a man for that , Which euery Groome can doe . If that be loue ; the basest men that be , Doe loue as well as we . Who , if we beare vs well , Doe passe them then , As Angels , men , In glory doe excell . Whilst thus she spake , a cruell Band Of Passions ceazd my Soule : And , what one seemed to command , Another did controule . Twixt Good , and Ill , I did diuided lie , But , as I rais'd mine eye , In her me thought I saw , Those virtues shine , Whose rayes diuine , First gaue Desire , a Law . With that , I felt the blush of shame , Into my cheeke returne , And Loue , did with a chaster flame , Within my Bosome burne . My Soule , her light of Reason had renew'd ; And by those Beames I view'd , How slily Lust ensnares : And all the fires , Of ill Desires , I quenched with my Teares . Goe Wantons now , and flout at this , My coldnesse , if you list ; Vaine fooles , you neuer knew the blisse , That doth in Loue consist . You sigh , and weepe , and labour to enioy ; A Shade , a Dreame , a Toy . Poore Folly you pursue , And are vnblest , Since euery beast , In pleasure equals you . You neuer tooke so rich content , In all your wanton play , As this to me hath pleasure lent , , That Chast she went away . For as some sinnes , which me committed haue ; Sharpe stings behind them leeue . Whereby we vexed are : So , ill supprest , Begetteth rest , And peace , without compare . But least this Conquest slight you make , Which on my selfe I wonne ; Twelue labors , I will vndertake , With Ioues victorious Sonne , Er'e I , will such another brunt endure . For , had Diana pure , Thus tempted beene to sinne ; That Queene of Night , ( With her chast light , ) Had scarce , a Maiden binne .
OH ! how honor'd are my Songs , Grac't by your melodious tongues ? And how pleasing doe they seeme , Now your voices Carroll them ? Were not , yet , that taske to doe , Which my word inioynes me to , I should begge of you , to heare , What your owne inuentions were . But , ( before I ought will craue ) What I promisd , you shall haue . And , as I on mortall Creatures , Cald , to view her bodies features ; Shewing how , to make the Senses , Apprehend her excellences . Now ; I speake of no worse subiect , Then a Soules , and Reasons obiect : ( And relate a Beauties glories , Fitting heauenly Auditories ) Therefore , whilst I sit and sing , Hemme me Angels , in a Ring . Come ye Spirits , which haue eies , That can gaze on Deityes : And vnclog'd , with bruitish sences , Comprehend such excellences . Or , if any mortall eare , Would be granted leaue to heare , ( And find profit with delight , In what now , I shall indite ) Let him first be sure , to season A prepared hart with reason : And , with Iudgement , drawing nigh , Lay all fond affections by . So , through all her vailings , He Shall the Soule of beautie see . But , auoid you earth-bred Wights , Cloid with sensuall appetites . On bafe obiects glut your eies , Till your starueling pleasure dies . Feede your eares , with such delights , As may match you grosse conceits ; For , within your muddie braine , These , you neuer can containe . Thinke not , you , who by the sence , Only iudge of excellence ; ( Or doe all contentment place , In the beauty of a face ) That these higher thoughts of our , Soare so base a pitch as your . I can giue , as well as you , Outward Beauties all their due : I can most contentments see , That in loue , or women be . Though I dote not on the features , Of our daintiest female creatures ; ( Nor , was ere so void of shames , As to play their lawlesse games ) I more prize a snowye Hand , Then the gold on Tagus strand : And a daintie Lippe before , All the greatest Monarcks store . Yea , from these I reape as true , And as large contents as you . Yet , to them I am not tide . I haue rarer sweets espide ; ( Wider prospects of true pleasure ) Then your curbed thoughts can measure . In her Soule , my Soule descries , Obiects , that may feede her eyes . And the beauty of her mind , Shewes my Reason where to finde , All my former pleasure doubled . Neither with such passion troubled ; As wherewith it oft was crost : Nor so easie to be lost . I , that rauisht lay , wel-nigh , By the lustre of her eye : And , had almost sworne affection , To the fore exprest perfection ; As if nothing had been higher , Whereunto I might aspire . Now , haue found , by seeking nearer , Inward worth ; that shining clearer ; ( By a sweet and secret mouing ) Drawes me to a dearer louing . And , whilst I that loue conceiue , Such impressions it doth leaue , In the Intellectiue part ; As , defaceth from my hart , Eu'rie thought of those delights , Which allure base appetits . And , my mind so much imploies , In contemplating , those ioyes , Which , a purer sight , doth find , In the beauty of her Mind : That , I so thereon am set , As ( me thinkes ) I could forget , All her sweetest outward graces : Though I lay in her imbraces . But , some thinking with a smile , What , they would haue done the while : Now suppose my words are such , As exceed my power too much . For , all those , our Wantons hold , Void of Vigor , dull , and cold : Or ( at best ) but fooles , whose flame , Makes not way vnto their shame . Though at length with griefe they see They the fooles doe proue to be . These , the body so much minded , That their Reason ouer-blinded , By the pleasures of the Sence , Hides from them that excellence ; And that sweetnes , whose true worth , I am here to blazon forth . T is not ; t is not , those rare graces , That doe lurke in womens faces . T is not , a displayd perfection , Youthfull eyes , nor cleare complexion ; Nor a skin , smooth-satten like , Nor a daintie Rosie cheeke , That to wantonnesse can moue , Such as vertuously doe loue . Beautie , rather gently drawes Wild Desires , to Reasons Lawes ; And oft frights men from that sin , They had else transgressed in : Through a sweet amazement , stroke , From an ouer-ruling looke . Beautie , neuer tempteth men To lasciuiousnes ; but when Carelesse Idlenesse hath brought Wicked longings into thought . Nor doth youth , or heat of blood , Make men prooue what is not good . Nor the strength , of which they vaunt . T is the strength , and power they want , And the basenesse of the Mind , Makes their bruit desires enclind , To persue those vaine delights , Which affect their Appetites . And so blinded doe they grow , ( Who are ouertaken so ) As their dulnes cannot see , Nor beleeue that better be . Some , haue blood as hot as their , Whose affections loosest are ; Bodies that require no art , To supply weake Natures part . Youth they haue ; and , sure , might to , Boast of what , some ( shamelesse doe ) Yet , their Minds that aime more high , ( Then those baser pleasures lye ) Taught by Virtue can suppresse , All attempts of wantonnesse . And such powerfull motiues frame , To extinguish Passions flame ; That ( by Reasons good direction ) Quallifying loose affection ; Thei le in midst of Beauties fires , Walke vnscorcht of ill Desires . Yet , no such , as stupid shame , Keeps from actions worthy blame . But , in all so truly Man , That their apprehensions can , Prize the bodies vtmost worth : And , find many pleasures forth , In those Beauties ; more then You , That abuse them , euer knew . But , perhaps her outward grace , Here discrib'd , hath tane such place , In some ore-enamourd breast , And so much his hart possest , As He thinkes it passeth telling , How shee may be more excelling : Or what worth , I can prefer , To be more admir'd in Her . Therefore , now I will be briefe , To preuent that misbeliefe . And , if there be present here , Any one , whose nicer eare : Taskes my Measures , as offending , In too seriously commending What affects the Sense ; or may , Iniure Virtue any way . Let them know ; t is vnderstood , That if they were truly good , It could neuer breed offence , That I shewd the excellence , With the power of God and Nature , In the beauty of his Creature . They from thence would rather raise , Cause , to meditate his praise : And thus thinke ; How faire must He , That hath made this Faire-one be ! That ; was my proposed End . And , to make them more attend Vnto this ; so much excelling , As it passeth meanes of telling . But at worst ; if any Straine , Makes your Memories retaine , Sparks of such a banefull fire , As may kindle ill desire : This , that followes after , shall Not alone extinguish all ; But , eu'n make you blush with shame , That your thoughts were so to blame . Yet , I know when I haue done , ( In respect of that bright Sunne , Whose inestimable light I would blazon to your sight ) These , ensuing flashes , are , As to Cynthia's beames a Starre ; Or , a petty Comets ray , To the glorious Eye of Day . For , what power of words or Art , Can her worth at full impart ? Or , what is there , may be found , Plac'd within the Senses bound ; That can paint those sweets to me , Which the Eyes of Loue doe see ? Or the Beauties of that Mind , Which her body hath enshrin'd . Can I thinke , the Guide of Heauen , Hath so bountifully giuen , Outward features , cause he meant , To haue made lesse excellent , Her diuine part ? Or suppose , Beautie , Goodnesse doth oppose ; Like those fooles , who doe despaire , To find any Good and Faire ? Rather ; There I seeke a mind , Most excelling , where I find God hath to the body lent , Most-beseeming Ornament . But , though he that did inspire First , the true Promethean fire , In each seuerall soule did place Equall Excellence and Grace , As some thinke ; yet haue not they Equall Beauties euery way . For , they more or lesse appeare , As the outward Organs are : Following much the temp'rature , Of the Body , grosse or pure . And I doe beleeue it true , That , as we the Body view : Nearer to perfection grow ; So , the Soule her selfe doth show : Others more , and more excelling , In her powre ; as in her dwelling . For , that purenesse giueth way , Better to disclose each Ray , To the Dull conceit of man , Then a grosser substance can . Thus , through spotlesse Christall , wee May the Dayes full glory see ; When , if clearest Sunbeames passe , Through a foule polluted glasse : So discollerd , the 'il appeare ; As those Staines they shone through , were . Let no Critticke cauill then , If I dare affirme agen ; That her Minds perfections are , Fairer then her Bodie 's farr ; And , I need not proue it by , Axioms of Philosophy , Since no proofe can better be , Then their rare effect in me . For , while other men complaining , Tell their Mistresses disdaining : Free from care , I write a storie , Only of her worth and glory . While most Louers pining sit , ( Rob'd of libertie and wit ) Vassaling themselues with shame , To some proud imperious Dame : Or , in Songs their Fate bewailing , Shew the world their faithles fayling . I , enwreath'd with boughs of Myrtle , Fare like the beloued Turtle . Yea while most , are most vntoward , Peeuish , vaine , inconstant , froward . While their best contentments bring , Nought but after-sorrowing . She , those childish humors slighting , Hath conditions so delighting , And doth so my blisse indeauour , As my ioy encreaseth euer . By her actions I can see , That her Passions so agree , Vnto Reason ; as they erre , Seldome , to distemper her . Lone she can ( and doth ) but so , As she will not ouerthrow , Loues content by any folly , Or , by deeds that are vnholy . Dotingly , she nere affects ; Neither willingly neglects Honest loue : But meanes doth find , With discretion to be kind . T is nor thundring Phrase , nor Othes , Honors , wealth , nor painted Clothes , That can her good liking gaine , If no other worth remaine . Neuer tooke her heart , delight In your Court-Hermaphrodite , Or such frothy Gallants , as For the Times Heroes passe . Such ; who ( still in loue ) doe all Faire , and Sweet , and Lady call . And where e're they hap to stray , Either prate the rest away ; Or , of all discourse to seeke , Shuffle in at Cent , or Gleek . Goodnesse more delights her , than All their Maske of Folly can . Fond , she hateth to appeare ; Though she hold her friend as deare , As her part of life vnspent : Or , the best of her content . If the heat of youthfull fires , Warme her blood with those desires , Which are by the course of Nature , Stird in euery perfect Creature : As those Passions kindle , so Doth Heauens grace , and Reason grow Abler , to suppresse in her Those rebellions ; and they stirre , Neuer more affection , then One good thought allayes agen . I could say , so chast is shee , As the new-blowne Roses be . Or , the drifts of Snow , that none Euer toucht , or lookt vpon . But , that were not worth a Flie , Seeing so much Chastitie , Old Pigmalion Picture had : Yea , those Eunuchs borne or made , Ne're to know Desire ; might say , Shee deseru'd no more then they . Wheras , whilst their worth proceeds From such wants , as they must needs , Be vnmou'd ( cause Nature fram'd No affections to be tam'd ) Through her daintie Limbs , are spread , Vigour , heat , and freely shed , Life blood into euery vaine ; Till they fill , and swell againe : And no doubt they striue to force , Way , in some forbidden Course . Which , by Grace she still resists ; And so Courbs within their lists , Those Desires : that she is chaster , Then if she had none to master . Malice , neuer lets she in : Neither hates she ought , but sin . Enuy , if she could admit , Ther 's no meanes to nourish it : For , her gentle heart is pleas'd , When she knowes anothers eas'd . And ther 's none , who euer got That perfection , she hath not . So , that no cause is there , why Shee should any one enuy . Mildly angry shee le appeare , That the baser Rout may feare ; Through presumption to misdoe . Yet , she often faines that to . But let wrong be whatsoeuer , She giues way to Choller , neuer . If she e're of Vengeante thought , T was nor life , nor blood was sought ; But ( at most ) some prayer to moue , Iustice for abused Loue : Or , that Fate would pay againe , Loues neglectors with disdaine . If she euer crau'd of Fate , To obtaine a higher State ; ( Or ambitiously were giuen ) Sure , t was but to climbe to heauen . Pride , is from her heart as farre , As the Poles in distance are . For , her worth , nor all this praise , Can her humble spirit raise , Lesse to prize me , then before ; Or her selfe , to value more . Were she Vaine ; she might alledge , T were her Sexes priuiledge . But , shee 's such ; as ( doubtlesse ) no man Knowes lesse folly , in a woman . To preuent a being Idle , Sometime , with her curious Needle , ( Though it be her meanest glory ) Shee so limnes an Antique Story , As Minerua ( would she take it ) Might her richest Sample make it . Other while , againe , she rather Labors , with delight to gather Knowledge from such learned Writs , As are left by famous Wits . Where , Shee chiefly seekes to know , God ; Her selfe ; and what we owe , To our Neighbour : since with these , Come all needefull Knowledges . Shee , with Adam , neuer will Long to learne both Good and Ill ; But , her state well vndestood , Rests her selfe , content with Good . Auarice , abhorreth shee , As the lothsom'st things that be : Since she knowes it is an ill , That doth ripest vertue kill . And , where ere it comes to rest , ( Though in some strict Matrons brest ) Be she ne're so seeming iust , I le no shewes of Goodnesse trust . For , if you but gold can bring ; Such , are hir'd to any thing . If you thinke she Iealous be ; You are wide : For , credit me , Her strong'st Iealousies , nought are , Other then an honest care , Of her friends . And , most can tell , Who so wants that , loues not well . Though some little feare she showes , T is no more then loue allowes : So the passion doe not moue her , Till she greeue , or wrong her louer . Shee may thinke He may doe ill ; Though , shee 'l not beleeue he will . Nor , can such a harmelesse thought , Blemish true affection ought : Rather , when as else it would , Through security growe cold . This her Passion , keeping measure , Strengthens Loue , and sweetens Pleasure . Crueltie , her soule detests ; For , within her Bosome rests , Noblest Pitty ; vsherd by , An vnequall'd Courtesie . And , is grieu'd at good mens moane , As the griefe were all her owne . Iust shee is ; so iust , that I Know she would not wrong a Flye ; Or , oppresse the meanest thing , To be Mistresse to a King . If our Painters would include , Temperance , and Fortitude , In one Picture ; She would fitt , For the nonce to paterne it . Patient , as the Lambe is she . Harmelesse , as the Turtles be . Yea , so largely stor'd , with all Which we Mortals Goodnesse call ; That , if euer Virtue were , Or may be , incarnate here ; This is she , whose praises , I Offer to Eternitie . Shee 's no Image trimd about , Faire within , and foule without : But a Iemm that doth appeare , Like the Diamond , euery where , Sparkling rayes of Beautie forth ; All of such vnblemisht worth , That wert possible , your eye Might her inmost thoughts espie , And behold the dimmest part , Of the lustre in her heart . It would find that Center passe , What the Superficies was . And , that euery angle there , Like a Diamonds inside were . For , although that Excellence Passe the piercingst Eye of Sence ; By their operations we , Guesse at things that hidden be . So ( beyond our common reach ) Wise men can by Reason teach , What the influences beene , Of a Planet , when vnseene ; Or the Beautie of a Starre , That doth shine aboue vs farre . So , by that wide-beaming Light , Wherewith Titan Courts our sight , By his clothing of the Earth ; By the wondrous , various Birth , Of new Creatures , yearely bred Through his heat ; and nourished : And by many Virtues moe ( Which our Senses reach vnto ) We conclude ; they are not all , Which make faire that goodly Ball. Though shee prize her honour more , Then the far-fetcht precious store Of the rich Molucchi , or All the wealth was traffickt for , Since our Vessels , passage knew Vnto Mexico , Peru : Or those spacious Kingdomes , which Make the proud Iberians rich . T is not that vncertaine blast , Keepes my Mistresse Good , or Chast. Shee , that but for honours sake , Doth of ill a Conscience make ; ( More in feare what Rumour sayes , Then in loue to vertuous wayes ) Though she seem'd more ciuill than , You haue seene a Courtezan , For an honor : And cries Oh fie , At each shew of vanitie . Though she censure all that be , Not so foolish coy as shee . Though she with the Roman Dame Kill her selfe , to purchase fame . Shee would prostitute become , To the meanest basest Groome ; If so closely they may doe it , As the world should neuer know it . So at best those women prooue , That for honour ; virtue loue . Giue me her , that Goodnes chuseth For it owne sake : And refuseth To haue greatest honors gain'd , With her secret conscience stain'd . Giue me her , that would be poore ; Die disgrac't ; nay , thought a whoore ; And each Times reproch become , Till the generall day of Doome : Rather then consent to act Pleasing Sinne , though by the fact , ( With esteeme of vertuous ) she Might the German Empresse be . Such my Mistresse is ; and nought Shall haue power to change her thought . Pleasures cannot tempt her eye , On their Bayts to glance awry . For their good she still esteemes , As it is ; not as it seemes : And , she takes no comfort in Sweetest pleasure , sowr'd with Sinn . By her selfe , she hath such care , That her actions decent are . For , were she in secret hid , None might see her what she did . Shee would doe , as if for spies , Euery wall were stucke with eyes . And be chary of her honour , Cause the heau'ns do looke vpon her . And , oh what had power to moue , Flames of Lust , or wanton loue , So farre , to disparage vs , If we all , were minded thus ? These , are Beauties that shall last , When the Crimson blood shall wast ; And the shining Haire wax gray : Or with age be worne away . These , yeeld pleasures , such as might , Be remembred with delight ; When we gaspe our latest breath , On the loathed bed of death . Though discreetly speake shee can , Shee le be silent , rather than Talke while others may be heard . As if she did hate , or fear'd , Their Condition ; who will force All , to wait on their Discourse . Reason hath on her bestowed More of knowledge , then she owed To that Sex : and Grace with it , Doth aright her Practise fit . Yet , hath Fate so framed her , As she may at sometime , erre : But , if ere her iudgement stray , T is that other women may , Those much-pleasing Beauties see , Which in yeelding Natures be . For , since no perfection can Here on earth be found in Man , Ther 's more good in free submissions , Then ther 's ill in our transgressions . Should you heare her , once , contend , In discoursing , to defend ( As she can ) a doubtfull Cause : She such strong Positions drawes From known Truths ; and doth apply , Reasons with such Maiestie : As if she did vndertake , From some Oracle to speake . And you could not think , what might Breed more loue , or more delight . Yet , if you should marke agen , Her discreet behauiour , when She finds Reason to repent Some wrong-pleaded Argument . She so temperatly lets all Her mis-held opinions fall ; And , can with such Mildnesse bow : As 't will more enamour you , Then her knowledge . For , there are Pleasing sweets without compare In such yeeldings ; which doe prooue , Wit , Humilitie , and Loue . Yea , by those mistakings ; you Her Condition so shall know , ( And the nature of her mind , So vndoubtedly shall find ) As will make her , more endeared , Then if she had neuer erred . Farther ; that she nought may misse , Which worth praise in woman , is : This , vnto the rest I add . If I wound , or sicknes , had ; None should for my curing runne . ( No not to Appollo's sonne ) She , so well , the Virtue knowes , Of each needfull Hearbe that growes ; And so fitly , can apply , Salues to euery Maladie : That , if she , no succour gaue me , T were no meanes of Art , could saue me . Should my Soule oppressed lye , ( Sunke with griefe and sorrow nigh ) She hath balme for minds distrest ; And could ease my pained breast . She so well knowes how to season , Passionate discourse with Reason ; And knowes how to sweeten it , Both with so much loue and wit ; That , it shall prepare the Sense . To giue way with lesse offence . For , greeued minds , can ill abide , Counsell churlishly applide : Which , instead of comfortings ; Desperation , often brings . But , harke Nymphs : me thinkes , I heare Musicke , sounding in mine eare . T is a Lute : And hee 's the best For a Voice , in all the West , That doth touch it . And the Swaine , I would haue you heare so faine , That my Song , forbeare will I , To attend his melodie . Hither comes he , day by day , In these Groues to sing , and play , And , in yonn close Arbor , He Sitteth now , expecting me . He , so bashfull is ; that mute Will his Tougne be , and his Lute , Should he happen to espie This , vnlookt for Company . If you , therefore list to heare him , Let 's with silence walke more neere him . T will be worth your paines ( beleeue me ) ( If a Voice , content may giue yee ) And , await you shall not long ; For , He now beginns a Song .
Sonnet . 1. WHat is the cause , when elsewhere I resort , I haue my Gestures , and Discourse more free ? And ( if I please ) can any Beauty Court , Yet stand so dull , and so demure by thee ? Why are my speeches broken , whilst I talke ? Why doe I feare almost thy hand to touch ? Why dare I not imbrace thee as we walk , Since , with the greatest Nymphs I 'ue dar'd as much ? Ah! know that none of those I e're affected ; And therefore , vs'd a carelesse Courtship there : Because , I neither their Disdaine respected , Nor recon'd them , or their embraces deare . But , louing Thee ; my Loue hath found content ; And rich delights , in things indifferent .
Sonnet . 2. WHy Couet I , thy blessed eyes to see ; Whose sweet aspect , may cheere the saddest mind ? Why , when our bodies must diuided be , Can I no howre of rest , or pleasure find ? Why doe I sleeping start , and waking mone , To finde , that of my dreamed Hopes I misse ? Why , doe I of●en contemplate alone , Of such a thing as thy Perfection is ? And wherefore , when we meet , doth Passion stop My speechles Tongue , and leaue me in a panting ? Why , doth my heart o'rechargd with feare & hope ( In spight of Reason ) almost droop to fainting ? Because , in Me thy excellencies mouing , Haue drawne me to an Excellence in louing .
Sonnet . 3 FAire , since thy Virtues my affections moue , And I haue vowd , my purpose is to ioyne , ( In an eternall Band of chastest Loue ) Our Soules , to make a Mariage most diuine . Why ( thou maist thinke ) then , seemeth he to prize , An outward Beauties fading how so much ? Why , doth he read such Lectures in mine eyes ? And often striue my tender palme to touch ? Oh pardon my presuming : For I sweare , My Loue is soyled , with no lustfull spot : Thy Soules perfections , through those vailes appeare , And I halfe faint , that I embrace them not . No foule Desires , doth make thy touches sweet : But , my Soule striueth , with thy Soule to meet .
Sonnet 4. SHall I wasting in Dispaire , Dye because a Womans faire ? Or make pale my cheekes with care , Cause anothers Rosie are ? Be shee fairer then the Day , Or the Flowry Meads in May ; If She be not so to me , What care I how faire shee be . Should my heart be grieud or pin'd , Cause I see a Woman kind ? Or a well disposed Nature , Ioyned with a louely Feature ? Be shee meeker , kinder , than Turtle-Doue , or Pelican : If shee be not so to me , What care I , how kind she be . Shall a Womans Virtues moue , Me , to perish for her loue ? Or , her well-deseruing knowne , Make me quite forget mine owne ? Be shee with that Goodnesse blest , Which may gaine her , name of Best : If she be not such to me , What care I , how good she be . Cause her Fortune seemes too high , Shall I play the foole , and dye ? Those that beare a Noble minde , Where they want of Riches find , Thinke , what with them , they would doe , That without them , dare to wooe . And , vnlesse that mind I see , What care I , though Great she be . Great , or Good , or Kind , or Faire , I will ne're the more dispaire , If She loue me , this beleeue ; I will die , er'e she shall grieue . If she slight me , when I wooe ; I can scorne , and let her goe . For , if shee be not for me , What care I , for whom she be .
Sonnet 5. I Wandred out , awhile agone , And went I know not whither : But , there doe Beauties many a one , Resort , and meet together . And Cupids power will there be showne , If euer you come thither . For , like two Sunnes , two Beauties bright , I shining saw together . And , tempted by their double light , My eyes I fixt on either : Till both at once , so thral'd my sight , I lou'd , and knew not whether . Such equall sweet Venus gaue , That I prefer'd not either . And when for loue , I thought to craue , I knew not well of whether . For , one while , This , I wisht to haue , And then , I That , had leifer . A Louer of the curioust Eye , Might haue been pleasd in either . And so , I must confesse , might I , Had they not been together . Now , both must loue , or both denie , In one , enioy I neither . But yet at last I scapt the smart , I feard , at comming hither . For , seeing my diuided heart , I chusing , knew not whether . Loue angry grew , and did depart ; And now , I care for neither .
SEe ; these Trees so ill did hide vs , That the Shepheard hath espide vs : And ( as iealous of his cunning ) All in hast away is running . To entreat him backe againe , Would be labour spent in vaine . You may therefore , now , betake ye To the Musicke I can make ye ; Who , doe purpose my Inuention , Shall pursue my first Intention . For , in Her ( whose worth I tell ) Many excellences dwell , Yet vnmention'd : whose perfections Worthy are of best affections . That , which is so rare to find , Both in Man , and Womankind : That ; whose absence Loue defaceth , And both Sexes more disgraceth , Then the spight of furrowed Age , Sicknesses , or Sorrowes rage : That 's the Iewell so diuine , Which doth on her Forehead shine . And , therewith endowed is Shee , In an excellent degree . CONSTANCY ( I meane ) the purest Of all Beauties ; and the surest . For , who e're doth that possesse , Hath an endlesse Louelinesse . All Afflictions , Labours , Crosses , All our Dangers , Wounds , and losses , Games of Pleasure , we can make , For that matchlesse Womans sake ; In whose brest that Virtue bideth : And we ioy what e're betideth . Most deiected Hearts it gladdeth : Twenty thousand glories addeth Vnto Beauties brightest Ray : And , preserues it from decay . T is the Salt , that 's made to season , Beautie , for the vse of Reason . T is the Vernish , and the Oyling , Keeps her Colours fresh , from spoiling . T is an Excellence , whereby Age , though ioyn'd with Pouertie , Hath more deare Affection wonne , Then fresh Youth , and Wealth haue done . T is a Louelinesse , endearing Beauties , scarce worth note , appearing ; Whil'st a fairer fickle Dame , Nothing gaines , but scorne and shame . Further ; t is a Beautie , such As I can nor praise too much , Nor frame Measures , to expresse . No ; nor any man , vnlesse He , who ( more then all men crost ) Finds it in that Woman lost ; On whose Faith , he would haue pawnd Life , and all he could commaund . Such a Man may by that Misse Make vs know how deare it is ; When , o're-charg'd with Griefe , he shall Sigh , and breake his heart withall . This is that Perfection , which In her fauour makes me rich . All whose Beauties ( nam'd before ) Else , would but torment me more : And , in hauing this , I find , ( What e're haps ) a quiet mind : Yea , t is that , which I doe prize , Farre aboue her Lips , her Eyes : Or , that generall Beauty , whence Shines each seuerall Excellence . For , alas ! what gaind hath he , Who may clip the fairest Shee ( That the name of Woman beares ) If , vnhappily , he feares , Any others Worth , may win , What he thought his owne had bin ? Him , Base-minded deeme I should , Who ( although he were in Hold , Wrapt in chaines ) would not disdaine , Loue with her to entertaine That both daughter to a Peere , And most rich and louely were ; When a brainelesse Gull shall dare , In her , fauours with him share : Or , the Action of a Player , Robb him of a Hope so faire . This , I dread not : For , I know , Strained gestures , painted show , Shamelesse boastings , borrowed Iests , Female Looks , gay-plumed Crests , Vowes nor protestations vaine , ( Wherwith fooles are made so vaine ) Moue her can ; saue to contemne , Or perhaps , to laugh at them . Neither can I doubt , or feare , Time shall either change or weare This her Virtue : Or , impaire That which makes her Soule , so faire . In which Trust , great Comforts are , Which , the feare of losse , would marr . Nor hath this my rare Hope stood , So much , in her being good ; ( With her loue to blessed Things ) As in her acknowledgings , From a higher Power to haue them ; And her loue , to Him , that gaue them . For , although to haue a mind Naturally to Good inclin'd , ( And to loue it ) would assure Reason , that it might endure . Yet ( since Man was first vniust ) Ther 's no warrant for such Trust. Virtues , that most wonder winn , Would conuerted be to Sin ; If their flourishings began , From no better Root , then Man . Our best Virtues , when they are Of themselues , we may compare , To the beautie of a Flower , That is blasted in an howre : And , which growing to be fuller , Turnes into some loathed Colour . But , those being freely giuen , And confirm'd in vs from Heauen ; Haue a promise on them past : And for euermore shall last ; Diamond-like , their lustre clearing , More and more , by vse and wearing . But , if this rare Worth I praise , Should by Fates permission , raise Passions in some gentle Brest , That distemper may his rest ; ( And be Author of such Treason , As might nigh endanger Reason ) Or , inforce his tongue to craue , What another man must haue . Marke , in such a Streight as this , How discreet her dealing is . Shee , is nothing of their humours , Who , their honor build on Rumours , And , had rather priuat sporting , Then allow of open courting : Nor of theirs , that would seeme holy , By diuulging others folly . Farther is she from their guise , That delight to Tyrannize , Or make boastings , in espying , Others for their fauours dying . Shee , a spirit doth possesse So repleat with Noblenesse , That , if shee be there beloued , Where she ought not to be moued , Equally , to loue againe : Shee , doth so well entertaine That affection ; as ther 's none Can suppose it , ill bestowne . From deluding , she is free : From disdaine , as farre is shee : And so feelingly beares part , Of what paines another heart ; That no curse , of scorned dutie , Shall draw vengeance on her Beautie . Rather , with so tender feare , Of her Honour , and their care , Shee is toucht ; that neither shall , Wrong vnto her selfe , befall ; ( By the fauour she doth show ) Nor will shee neglect them so ; As may iust occafion giue , Any way to make them grieue . Hope , she will not let them see , Least they should presuming be ; And aspire to that , which none , Euer must enioy but One. From Dispaire , shee keepes them to ; Fearing , they might hap to doe , Either through Loues indiscretions , ( Or much ouer stirred passions ) What , might with their hurt & shame , Into question call her name . And a scandall on her bring , Who is iust in euery thing . Shee hath mark't how others runne ; And by them hath learn'd to shunne , Both their fault , who ( ouerwise ) Erre , by being too precise : And their folly that o're kind , Are to all complaints inclind . For , her wit hath found the way , How a while to hold them play ; And , that in conu●nience shunne , Whereinto , both seeme to runne ; By allowing them a scope , Iust betwixt Dispaire , and Hope . Where confin'd , and reaching neither ▪ They doe take a part in either : Till , long liuing in suspence , ( Tyr'd by her indifference ) Time , at last , their Passion weares ; Passions wearing , Reason cleares ; Reason giues their Iudgement light ; Iudgement bringeth all to right . So , their Hope appearing vaine , They become themselues againe . And , with high applauses , fit , For such Virtue , with such Wit ; They , that seruice , onely profer , Shee may take , and they may offer . Yet , this course she neuer proues ; Saue with those , whose virtuous Loues ▪ Vse the noblest meanes of gaining , Fauours , worthy the obtaining . And , if such should chance to erre , ( Either 'gainst themselues , or her ) In some ouer-sights , when they , Are through Passion led astray . Shee , so well mans frailtie knowes , With the Darts that Beautie throwes ; As she will not adding terror , Breake the heart for one poore error . Rather ( if still good they be ) Twentie remedies hath she , Gently to apply , where Sense Hath inuaded Reasons Fence ; And , without or wound , or scarre , Turnes to Peace , a lawlesse Warre . But , to those whose baser fires , Breath out smoke of such desires , As may dimm with vnpure steames , Any part of Beauties beames . Shee , will daigne no milder way , Those foule burnings to allay ; Saue , with such extreme neglect , As shall worke her wisht effect . And , to vse so sharpe a cure , Shee s not oft constrained sure . Cause , vpon her forhead , still Goodnesse sits , so fear'd of Ill. That the scorne , and high disdaines , Where with all she entertaines , Those loth'd glaunces ; giueth ending , To such flamings in the tynding : That their cooled Hopes , needs must Freeze Desires , in heat of Lust. T is a power that neuer lies , In the fair'st immodest eyes . Wantons ; t is not your sweet eyings , Forced Passions , fained Dyings , Gestures temptings , Teares beguilings , Dancings , Singings , Kissings , Smilings ; Nor those painted sweets , with which , You vnwary men bewitch : ( All vnited , nor asunder ) That can compasse such a wonder . Or , to winn you loue preuailes , Where her mouing Virtues , failes . Beauties , t is not all those Features , Placed in the fairest Creatures ; Though their best they should discouer , That can tempt from Her , a Louer . T is not , those soft-snowie Brests , Where Loue rockt in pleasure , rests ; ( And by their continuall motions , Draweth hearts to vaine deuotions ) Nor the Nectar that we sip From a hony-dropping Lip : Nor those Eyes , whence Beauties Launces , Wound the heart , with wanton glances : Nor , those sought Delights , that lye In Loues hidden Treasurie ▪ That , can liking gaine , where she , Will the best beloued be . For , should those who thinke they may , Draw my loue from her away ; Bring forth all their female Graces , Wrapt me , in their close embraces ; Practise all the Art they may ; Weepe , or sing , or kisse , or pray , And with sighs and lookes come woe me , When they soonest may vndoe me : One poore thought of Her , would arme me So , as Circe could not harme me . Since beside those Excellences , Wherewith , others please the Senses ; She , whom I haue prised so , Yeilds delights , for Reason to . Who could Dote on thing so common , As mere outward handsome Woman ? Those halfe-beauties , only winne Fooles , to let affection in . Vulger wits , from Reason shaken , Are with such impostures taken : And , with all their Art in Loue , Wantons , can but Wantons moue . But , when vnto those , are Ioind ; Those things which adorne the Mind : None , their excellences see , But they straight enthralled be . Fooles , and wisemen , worst and best , Subiect are to Loues Arrest . For , when Virtue wooes a Louer , Shee 's an vnresisted moouer : That will haue no kind of Nay , And in Loue brookes no delay . She , can make the Sensuall Wights , To restraine their Appetites . And , ( her beautie when they see ) Spight of Vice , in Loue to be : Yea ( although themselues be bad ) Praise the good they neuer had . She , hath to her seruice brought , Those , that Her , haue set at nought ; And can fayre enough appeare , To enflame the most seueare . She , hath oft allured out , The religiously deuout , From their Cloysters , & their Vowes ▪ To embrace what She allowes : And , to such contentments come , As blind zeale had bard them from . While ( her lawes mis-vnderstood ) They did ill for loue of Good . Where I finde true worth to be , Sweetest are their lipps to me : And embraces tempt me to , More then outward Beauties doe . That my firme beleefe is this : If euer I doe amisse ; Seeming-Good , the bayt will lay , That to ill shall me betray : Since , where shewes of Goodnesse are , I am oft emboldned there , Freedomes so permit , and vse ; Which , I else-where doe refuse : For because I thinke they meane , To allow no deed vncleane . Yet , where two , loue Virtue shall , Both at once , they seldome fall . For , when one hath thoughts of ill , Tother helpes e●ile them still . My faire Virtues powre is this . And , that powre the Beauty is , Which doth make Her , here exprest , Equally both Faire , and Blest . This , was that contenting Grace , Which affection made me place , With so deare respect , that neuer Can it faile ; but , last for euer . This ; a Seruant made me sworne , Who before time , held in scorne , To yeeld Vassilage , or Duty , Though , vnto the Queene of Beauty . Yet , that I her Seruant am , It shall more be to my fame ; Then to owne these Woods and Downes : Or be Lord of fiftie Townes . And my Mistresse to be deem'd , Shall more honor be esteem'd ; Then those Titles to acquire , Which most women , most desire . Yea , when you a woman shall , Countesse , or a Dutchesse call ; That respect it shall not moue , Neither gaine her halfe such loue , As to say , Loe , this is she , That supposed is to be , Mistresse to PHIL●ARETE . And , that louelie Nymph , which he , In a Pastorall Poem fam'd , And FAIRE-VIRTVE , there hath nam'd . Yea , some Ladies ( tenne to one ) If not many ( now vnknowne ) Will be very well apaid , When by chance , She heares it said Shee , that Faire-one is ; whom I , Here haue prais'd , concealedly . And , though now this Ages pride , May so braue a Hope deride . Yet , when all their Glories passe As the thiug that neuer was ; ( And on Monuments appeare , That , they ere had breathing here ) Who enuy it : Shee shall thriue In her Fame ▪ And honor'd liue , Whilst Great-Bri●taines Shepheards , sing English , in their Sonnetting . And , who ere in future dayes , Shall bestow the vtmost praise , On his Loue ; that any Man , Attribute to Creature can . T will be this ; that he hath dared , His , and Mine to haue compared . Oh! what starres did shine on me , When her Eyes I first did see ? And how good was their aspect , When we first did both affect ? For , I neuer since to changing Was enclind , or thought of ranging . Me , so oft my Fancy drew , Here and there , that I nere knew Where to place Desire , before , So , that range it might no more . But , as he that passeth by , Where in all her iollitie , Floras riches in a row , Doth in seemely order grow : And a thousand Flowers stand , Bending as to kisse his hand ; Out of which delightfull store , One he may take ; and no more . Long he pausing , doubteth whether , Of those faire ones he should gather . First , the Primrose Courts his eyes ; Then , the Cowslip he espies ; Next , the Pansey seemes to wooe him ; Then , Carnations bow vnto him : Which , whil'st that enamour'd Swaine From the stalke intends to straine , ( As halfe fearing to be seene ) Prettily her leaues betweene Peepes the Violet : pale , to see , That her Virtues sleighted be . Which , so much his liking winnes , That , to ceaze her , he beginnes . Yet , before he stoopt so low , He , his wanton eye did throw On a Stemm that grew more high , And the Rose did there espie : Who , beside her pretious sent ( To procure his eyes content ) Did display her goodly Brest ; Where he found at full exprest , All the Good , that Nature showers On a thousand other Flowers . Wherewith he , affected , takes it ; His beloued Flowre he makes it . And , without desire of more , Walkes through all , he saw before . So , I wandring , but erewhile , Through the Garden of this I le , Saw rich Beauties ( I confesse ) And in number , numberlesse . Yea , so differing louely to , That , I had a world to doe , Ere I could set vp my rest , Where to chuse ; and chuse the best . One I saw , whose Haire excelled , On anothers Brow there dwelled , Such a Maiestie : it seemed , Shee , was best to be esteemed . This , had with her Speeches won me , That , with Silence , had vndone me . On her Lips , the Graces hung ; Tother , charm'd me with her tongue . In her Eyes , a third did beare , That , which did anew insnare . Then a fourth did fairer show ; Yet , wherein I did not know . Onely this perceiued I , Somewhat pleas'd my Fantasie . Now , the Wealth I most esteemed ; Honour then , I better deemed . Next , the loue of Beautie ceazd me , And , then Virtue better pleas'd me . Iuno's loue , I nought esteem'd , Whilst a Venus fairer seem'd . Nay , both could not Me suffice ; Whilst a Pallas was more wise . Though I found enough in One , To content , if still alone . Amarillis , I did wooe ; And I courted Phillis to . Daphne , for her loue I chose ; Cloris for that Damaske Rose , In her Cheeke , I held as deare ; Yea , a thousand lik● , welneere . And , in loue with altogether , Feared the enioying either ; Cause , to be of one possest , Bar'd the hope of all the rest . Thus I fondly far'd , till Fate , Which ( I must confesse in that Did a greater fauour to me , Then the world can malice doe me ) Shew'd to me that matchlesse Flowre , Subiect for this Song of our . Whose perfection , hauing eied , Reason instantly espied ; That , Desire ( which rang'd abroad ) There , would find a Period . And no maruell , if it might : For , it there hath all delight ; And in her hath Nature placed , What each seuerall faire one graced . Nor am I , alone delighted , With those Graces all vnited ; Which the Senses eie , doth finde , Scattered , throughout Womankind . But , my Reason finds perfections , To enflame my Soules affections . Yea , such virtues she possesseth , As with firmest pleasures blesseth : And keepes sound , that Beauties state , Which would else grow ruinate . In this Flowre , are sweets such store ; I shall neuer , wish for more . Nor be tempted out to stray , For the fairest Budds in May . Let who lift ( for me ) aduance , The admired Flowres of France , Let who will ; praise , and behold , The reserued Marigold . Let the sweet breath 't Violet , now , Vnto whom she pleaseth , bow . And the fairest Lillie , spread Where she will , her golden head . I haue such a Flowre to weare , That for those I doe not care . Neuer shall my Fancie range , Nor once thinke againe of change : Neuer will I ; ( neuer more ) Greeue , or sigh , as heretofore : Nor within the Lodgings lie , Of Dispaire , or Iealousie . Let the young and happy Swaines , Playing on the Britan Plaines : Court vnblamd , their Sheepherdesses . And with their gold-curled Tresses ; Toy vncensur'd ; vntill I Grutch at their prosperitie . Let all Times ; both Present , Past , And the Age , that shall be last , Vaunt the Beauties they bring forth . I haue found in One , such worth : That ( content ) I neither care , What the best before me were : Nor desire to liue , and see , Who shall Faire hereafter be . For , I know the hand of Nature , Will not make a fairer Creature . Which , because succeeding Dayes , Shall confesse ; and adde their praise , In approuing , what my tongue , Ere they had their being , sung . Once againe , come lend an eare , And , a Rapture you shall heare , ( Though I tast no Thespian Spring ) Will amaze you , whilst I sing . I doe feele new Straines inspiring , And to such braue heights aspiring , That my Muse will touch a Key , Higher , then you heard to day . I haue Beauties to vnfold , That deserue a Penn of Gold . Sweets , that neuer dream'd of were . Things vnknowne : and such , as Eare Neuer heard a Measure sound ; Since the Sunne first ran his Round . When Apelles limb'd to life , Loathed Vulcans louely wife . With such Beauties , he did trim , Each sweet Feature , and each Limbe ▪ And , so curiously did place , Euery well-becomming Grace . That t was said , e're he could draw Such a Peece ; he naked saw Many women in their Prime , And the fairest of that Time . From all which , he parts did take , Which aright disposed , make Perfect Beautie . So , when you Know , what I haue yet to show : It will seeme to passe so farre , Those things which expressed are . That , you will suppose I 'ue beene Priuiledg'd ; where I have seene , All the Good , that 's spread in parts , Through a thousand womens hearts . ( With their fair'st conditions lye , Bare , without Hypocrisie ) And , that I , haue tooke from thence , Each dispersed Excellence . To expresse Her , who hath gained More , then euer One obtained . And yet soft , ( I feare ) in vaine , I haue boasted such a Straine . Apprehensions euer are Greater , then expression farre . And , my stryuing to disclose What I know ; hath made me lose My Inuentions better part : And , my Hopes exceed my Art . Speake I can ; yet think I more , Words compar'd with Thoughts , are poore . And I find , had I begun , Such a Straine ; it would be done , When we number all the sands , Washt ore periur'd Goodwins lands . For , of things , I should indite ; Which , I know , are infinite . I doe yeeld , my Thoughts did clime , Far aboue the powre of Ryme : And no wonder , it is so ; Since , there is no Art can show ; Red in Roses , white in Snow ; Nor expresse how they doe grow . Yea , since Bird , Beast , Stone , and Tree , ( That inferior Creatures be ) Beauties haue , which we confesse , Lines vnable to expresse : They more hardly can enroule , Those , that doe adorne a Soule . But , suppose my Measures could , Reach the height , I thought they would . Now , relate , I would not tho ; What did swell within me so . For , if I should all discrie , You would know asmuch as I : And those Clownes , the Muses hate , Would of things aboue them prate . Or , with their prophaning eies , Come to view those Misteries , Whereof , ( since they disesteem'd them ) Heauen , hath vnworthy deemd them . And beside ; It seemes to me , That your eares nigh tired be . ● perceiue ; the fire that charmeth , And inspireth me ; scarce warmeth Your chill harts . Nay sure ; were I Melted into Poesie , ● should not a Measure hit , Though Apollo promted it ) Which should able be to leaue , That in you , which I conceaue . You are cold ; and here I may Wast my vitall heat away , E're you will be moou'd so much , As to feele one perfect touch Of those Swee●s , which yet conceal'd Swell my brest , to be reueal'd . Now , my Words , I therefore cease : That , my mounting Thoughts , in peace , May alone , those pleasures share , Whereof , Lines vnworthy are . And so , you an end doe see Of my Song ; though long it be . NO sooner had the Shepheard Philaret , To this Description his last period set : But , instantly , descending from a Wood , ( Which , on a rising ground , adioyning stood ) A troupe of Satyrs to the view of all , Came dauncing of a new-deuised Brall . The Measures they did pase , by Him , were taught th● Who , to so rare a gentlenesse had brought them , That he , had learnd their rudenesse an obseruing , Of such respect vnto the well-deseruing , As they became to no men else a terrour , But such , as did persist in wilfull errour : And they , the Ladies made no whit affeard , Though since that time they some great men haue scard . Their Dance , the W●ipping of Abuse they nam'd ; And , though the Shepherd since that , hath bin blam'd , Yet , now t is daily seene in euery towne ; And ther 's no Countrey-Dance that s better knowne : Nor , that hath gain'd a greater commendation , ●Mongst those that loue an honest recreation . This Scene presented ; from a Groue was heard , A set of Viols ; and , there was prepar'd A Countrey Banquet , which this Shepheard made , To entertaine the Ladies , in the shade . And t is supposd , his Song prolonged was Of purpose , that it might be brought to passe . ●o well it was performd , that each one deem'd , The Banquet might the Citie haue beseem'd . Yet , better was their Welcome then their Fare : Which they perceiued , and the merrier were . One Beautie tho , there sate amongst the rest ; That lookt as sad , as if her heart opprest With Loue had bene . Whom Philaret beholding , ●it so demurely , and her Armes enfolding . Lady ( quoth he ) am I , or this poore cheere , ●he cause that you so melancholy are ? ●or , if the Obiect of your thoughts be higher , ●t fits nor me to know them ; nor enquire . 〈◊〉 if from me it commeth , that offends , ● seeke the Cause , that I may make amends . Kind Swaine ( said she ) it is nor so , nor so . No fault in you , nor in your Cheere I know . Nor doe I thinke there is a Thought in me ; That can too worthy of your knowledge be . Nor haue I , many a day , more pleasure had , Then here I find ; though I haue seemed sad . My hart , is sometime heauy , when I smile ; And when I greeue , I often sing the while . Nor is it sadnesse , that doth me possesse , But , rather , musing with much seriousnesse , Vpon that multitude of sighs and teares ; With those innumerable doubts and feares : Through which , you passed ▪ ere you could acquire ▪ A setled Hope of gaining your Desire . For , you dar●d loue a Nymph , so great , and faire , As might haue brought a Prince vnto Dispaire . And sure , the excellencie of your Passions , Did then produce as excellent expressions . If therefore , Me , the sute may well become ; And , if to you it be not wearisome : In name of all these Ladies , I entreat , That , one of those sad Straines you would repeate , Which you composd ; when greatest discontent Vnsought-for helpe , to your Inuention lent . Fayre Nymph ( said Philarer ) I will doe so . For , though your Shepheard , doth no Courtship know He hath Humanitie . And , what 's in me To doe you Seruice , may commanded be . So , taking downe a Lute , that neere him hung , He gaue't his Boy , who plaid ; whilst this , he sung . Ah me ! Am I the Swaine , That late from sorrow free , Did all the cares on earth disdaine ? And still vntoucht , as at some safer Games , Plaid with the burning coals of Loue , & Beautis flames ? Wast I , could diue , & sound each passions secret depth at will ; And , from those huge ouerwhelmings , rise , by help of Reason stil ? And am I now , oh heauens ! for trying this in vaine , So sunke , that I shall neuer rise againe ? Then let Dispaire , set Sorrows string , For Strains that dolefulst be . And I will sing , Ah me . But why , Oh fatall Time ! Dost thou constraine that I , Should perish , in my youths sweet prime ? I , but a while agoe ( you cruell Powers ) Inspight of Fortune , cropt contentments sweetest flowers . And yet , vnscorned , serue a gentle Nymph , the fairest Shee , That euer was belou'd of Man , or Eyes did euer see . Yea , one , whose tender heart , would rue for my distresse ; Yet I , poore I ; must perish nay-the lesse . And ( which much more augments my care ) Vnmoaned I must dye : And , no man er'e , Kn●w why . Thy leaue , My dying Song , Yet take , ere griefe bereaue , The breath which I enioy too long . Tel thou that Fair-one this ; my soul prefers , Her loue aboue my life , and that I died hers : And let Him be , for euermore , to her remembrance deare , Who lou'd the very thought of Her , whilst he remained here . And now , farewell thou Place , of my vnhappy birth ; Where once I breathd the sweetest aire on earth . Since me , my wonted ioyes forsake ; And all my trust deceiue : Of all , I take My leaue . Farewell , Sweet Groues to you : You Hils , that highest dwell ; And all you humble Vales , adue . You wanton Brookes , and solitary Rockes , My deare companions all , and you , my tender flockes . Forewell my Pipe , and all these pleasing Songs , whose mouing straines Delighted once the fairest Nymphes , that daunce vpon the Plaines . You Discontents ( whose deep , & ouer deadly smart , Haue , without pitie , broke the truest heart ) Sighs , Teares , and euery sad annoy , That erst did with me dwell , And all others Ioy , Farewell . Adue , Faire Shepherdesses : Let Garlands of sad Yewe , Adorne your daintie golden Tresses . I , that loud you ; and often with my Quill , Made musick that delighted Fountain Groue , & Hill : I , whom you loued so ; and with a sweet and chast embrace , ( Yea , with a thousand rarer fauors ) would vouchsaf to grace . I , now must leaue you all alone , of Loue to plaine : And neuer Pipe , nor neuer Sing againe . I must , for euermore , bee gone ; And therefore , bid I you , And euery one , Adue . I dye ! For oh , I feele Deaths horrors , drawing nie ; And all this frame of Nature , reele . My hopelesse heart , dispairing of reliefe , Sinks vnderneath the heauy weight of saddest griefe . Which , hath so ruthles torn , so rackt , ( o torturd ' euery vaine ; All comfort comes too late , to haue it euer cur'd againe . My swimming head , begins to dance Deaths giddy round . A shuddering chilnes doth each sence confound : Benum'd , is my cold-sweating brow ; A dimnesse shuts my eye ; And now , oh now , I die . SO mouingly , these Lines He did expresse , And , to a Tune so full of heauinesse , As if indeed , his purpose had bin past , To liue no longer then the Song did last . Which in the Nymphs , such tender passion bred . That some of them , did teares of pitty shed . This , she perceiuing , who first craud the Song ; Shepheard she said ; although it be no wrong , Nor griefe to you , those passions to recall , Which heretofore you haue beene paind withall , But Comforts rather ; since they now , are ouer , And you ( it seemeth ) an enioying Louer . Yet , some young Nymphs among vs I doe see , Who so much mooued with your passions be : That if , my aime , I taken haue aright , Their thoughts wil hardly , let them sleepe to night . I dare not therefore , beg of you againe , To sing another of the selfesame Straine : For feare , it breed within them , more vnrest , Then womens weakenesses , can well disgest . Yet , in your Measures , such content you haue ; That , one Song more I will presume to craue . And , if your Memorie preserues of those , Which you of your Affections did compose , Before you saw this Mistresse : Let vs heare , What kind of passions , then , within you were . To which request , he instantly obaid ; And , this ensuing Song , both sung and plaid .
Sonnet . 2. YOu gentle Nymphs , that on these meadows play And oft relate the loues of Shepherds young : Come , sit you downe ; for , if you please to stay , Now may you heare an vncouth Passion sung . A Lad there is , and I am that poore Groome ; That faln in loue , & cannot tell with whom . Oh doe not smile at sorrow as a Iest ; With others cares good Natures mooued be : And , I should weepe , if you had my vnrest . Then , at my griefe , how , can you merry be ? Ah , where is tender pitie now become ? I am in loue , and cannot tell with whom . I , that haue oft the rarest features viewd , And Beautie in her best perfection seene : I , that haue laught at them that Loue pursude ▪ And euer free , from such affections beene . Lo now at last , so cruell is my doome ; I am in loue , and cannot tell with whom . My heart is full nigh bursting with desire , Yet cannot find from whence these longings flow : My brest doth burne , but she that lights the fire , I neuer saw , nor can I come to know . So great a blisse my fortune keepes my from . That though I dearly loue ; I know not whom . Ere I had twice foure Springs , renewed seene , The force of Beautie I began to proue ; And , ere I nine yeares old , had fully beene , It taught me how to frame a Song of Loue . And , little thought I , this day should haue come , Before that I to loue , had found out whom . For , on my Chinn , the mossy downe you see , And , in my vaines , well-heated blood doth glow : Of Summers I haue seene twice three times three , And , fast , my youthfull time away doth goe . That much I feare , I aged shall become : And still complaine ; I loue I know not whom . Oh! why had I , a heart bestow'd on me , To cherish deare affections , so enclind ? Since , I am so vnhappy borne to be No Obiect , for so true a Loue to find . When I am dead , it will be mist of some : Yet , now I liue ; I loue , I know not whom . I , to a thousand beautious Nymphs am knowne ; A hundred Ladies fauours doe I weare : I , with as many , halfe in loue am growne ; Yet none of them ( I find ) can be my Deare . Me thinks , I haue a Mistresse , yet to come ; Which makes me sing ; I loue I know not whom There liues no Swaine doth stronger passion proue , For her , whom most he couets to possesse ; Then doth my heart , that being full of Loue , Knowes not to whom , it may the same professe . For , he that is despisd , hath sorrow , some : But he hath more ; that loues , and knowes not whom ▪ Knew I my Loue , as many others doe , To some one obiect might my thoughts be bent : So , they diuided should not wandring goe , Vntill the Soules vnited force be spent . As his , that seekes , and neuer finds a Home : Such is my rest ; that loue , & know not whom . Those , whom the frownes of iealous friends diuide , May liue to meet , and descant on their woe : And he , hath gaind a Lady for his Bride , That durst not woe her Mayd , a while agoe . But oh ! what end vnto my Hopes can come ? That am in loue , and cannot tel with whom . Poore Collin , grieues that he was late disdaind : And Cloris , doth for Willy's absence pine . Sad Thirsis , weeps , for his sicke Phaebe paind . But , all their sorrowes cannot equall mine . A greater care alas , on me is come : I am in loue , and cannot tell with whom . Narcissus-like , did I affect my shade ; Some shaddow yet , I had , to dote vpon . Or , did I loue , some Image of the dead , Whose substance had not breathed long agone ; I might dispaire , and so an end would come ; B●t , oh , I loue ! and cannot tell you whom . Once in a Dreame , me thought , my Loue I view'd ; But , neuer waking , could her face behold : And doubtles , that Resemblance was but shew'd , That more , my tyred heart torment it should . For , since that time , more grieu'd I am become ; And more in loue ; I cannot tell with whom . When on my bed at night , to rest I lye , My watchfull eyes , with teares bedew my cheeke : And then , oh would it once were day , I crie ; Yet when it comes , I am as far to seeke . For , who can tell , though all the earth he rome ; Or when , or where , to find hee knowes not whom ? Oh! if she be among the beautious traines , Of all you Nymphs , that haunt the siluer ●ills ; Or , if you know her , Ladies of the Plaines , Or you , that haue your Bowers , on the Hills . Tell if you can , who will my loue become : Or I shal die , and neuer know for whom .
THe Ladies smiled oft , when this they heard , Because the Passion strange to them appeard . And stranger was it ; since , by his expression , ( As well as by his owne vnfain'd confession ) It seemed true . But , hauing sung it out : And seeing , scarcely manners , they it thought To vrge him farther , Thus to them he spake . Faire Ladies : for as much as doubt you make To re-command me : Of mine owne accord , Another Straine , I freely will afford . It shall not be of Loue ; nor any Song , Which to the praise of Beautie doth belong . But , that hereafter , when you hence are gone , Your Shepheard may be sometime thought vpon . To shew you also , what content the Field , And louely Groue , to honest Minds may yeeld . That you my humble Fate , may not despise ; When you returne vnto your braueries . And not suppose , that in these homely Bowers , I hugg my Fortune , cause I know not yours . Such Lines I le sing , as were composd , by me , When some proud Courtiers , where I hap't to be , Did ( like themselues ) of their owne glories prate ; As in contempt , of my more happy state . And these they be . —
Sonnet . LOrdly Gallants , tell mee this , ( Though my safe content you weigh not ) In your Greatnesse what one blisse , Haue you gain'd , that I enioy not ? You haue Honors , you haue Wealth , I haue Peace , and I haue Health : All the day , I merry make , And , at night , no care I take . Bound to none , my Fortunes be ; This , or that mans fall , I feare not : Him I loue , that loueth me ; For the rest , a pinne I care not . You are sad , when others chafe , And grow merry as they laugh ; I , that hate it , and am free , Laugh and weepe , as pleaseth me . You may boast of fauours showne , Where your seruice is applied ▪ But , my pleasures are mine owne , And to no mans humours tyed . You oft flatter , soothe , and faine , I , such basenesse doe disdaine : And to none , be slaue I would , Though my fetters might be gold . By great Titles , some beleeue , Highest honours are attained ; And yet Kings haue power to giue , To their Fools , what these haue gained . Where they fauour , there they may , All their Names of Honour lay : But , I looke not , rais'd to be , Till mine owne wing , carrie me . Seeke to raise your Titles higher , They are Toyes not worth my sorrow : Those that we to day admire , Prooue the Ages scorne to morrow . Take your Honors ; let me find , Virtue , in a free-borne Mind : This , the greatest Kings that be , Cannot giue , nor take from me . Though I vainly doe not vaunt , Large demesnes , to feed my pleasure : I haue fauours where you want , That would buy respect with treasure . You haue lands lie here , and there ; But my wealth is euery where : And , this , addeth to my store : Fortune , cannot make me poore . Say , you purchase with your pelfe , Some respect , where you importune . Those may loue me for my selfe , That regard you for your Fortune . Rich , or borne of high degree , Fooles , as well as you may bee : But , that ●eace , in which I liue , No Discent , nor Wealth can giue . If you boast , that you may gaine , The respect of high-borne Beauties : Know , I neuer wooed in vaine , Nor preferred scorned Duties . Shee I loue , hath all delight ; Rosie-red , with Lillie-white : And , who er'e your Mistresse be , Flesh and Blood as good as Shee . Note , of Me , was neuer tooke , For my Woman-like perfections : But , so like a man , I looke , It hath gaind me best Affections . For my loue , as many showers Haue been wept , as haue for yours . And , yet none doth me condemne For Abuse , or scorning them . Though of Dainties , you haue store , To delight a choyser Pallat : Yet your taste is pleas'd no more , Then is mine in one poore Sallat . You to please your Senses , feed ; But , I eat , good Blood to breed . And am most delighted than , When I spend it like a man . Though you Lord it ouer me , You in vaine thereof haue braued : For , those Lusts my Seruants be , Whereunto your minds are slaued . To your selues you wise appeare : But alas , deceiu'd you are . You doe foolish me esteeme , And are that , which I doe seeme . When your faults I open lay , You are moou'd , and madd with vexing ; But , you ne're could doe or say , Ought to driue me to perplexing . Therefore , my despised power Greater is , by farre , then your . And , what er'e you thinke of me , In your mindes , you poorer be . You are pleased , more or lesse , As men well or ill report you ; And , shew discontentednesse , When the Times forbeare to court you . That , in which my pleasures be , No man can diuide from me . And , my Care , it addes not to What-so , others say , or doe . Be not proud , because you view , You by thousands are attended : For alas , it is not You , But your Fortune , tha 's be-friended . Where I show of loue haue go● , Such a danger feare I not . Since , they nought can seeke of me ; But , for loue , belou'd to be . When your Hearts haue euery thing , You , are pleasantly disposed : But , I can both laugh and sing , Though my Foes haue me enclosed . Yea , when dangers ●oe doe hemm , I delight in scorning them , More then you , in your renowne ; Or a King can in his Crowne . You doe brauely domineere , Whilst the Sunne vpon you shineth . Yet , if any storme appeare , Basely then , your mind declineth . But , or shine , or raine , or Blow , I , my Resolutions know . Liuing , Dying , Thrall , or Free , At one height my Mind shall be . When in thraldome , I haue laine , Me , not worth your thought you prized . But , your malice was in vaine , For , your fauours , I despised . And , how ere you value me , I , with praise , shall thought on be ; When the world esteemes you not , And your Names shall be forgot . In these thoughts my riches are , Now , though poore or meane you deeme me ; I am pleasd , and doe not care , How the Times , or you esteeme me . For , these Toyes that make you gay , Are but Play-games for a day . And , when Nature craues her due ; I , as braue shall be , as you ,
HEre Philaret did giue his Song an ending , To which the Nymphs , so seriously attending , About him sate ; as if they had supposed , He still had somewhat more , to be disclosed . And , well they knew not ; whether did belong , Most praise vnto the Shepheard , or his Song . For , though ( they must confesse ) they often heare , Those Layes , which much more deeply learned are : Yet , when they well considerd of the Place , With how vnlikely ( in their thought ) it was , To giue them hope of hearing such a Straine ; Or , that so young , and so obscure a Swaine , Should , such a matchlesse Beauties fauour get , And know her worth so well , to sing of it . They wondred at it . And some thus surmizd , That Hee a greater man was , so disguisd : Or else , that Shee , whom he so much had praisd Some Goddesse was : that those his Measures raisd , Of purpose , to that rare-attained height , In Enui's and presuming Art's despight . But , whilst they musing , with themselues , bethought Which way , out of this Shepheard to haue wrought , What Nymph this Fair-one was ; and where she liu'd . Loe , at that very instant there arriu'd Three men , that by their Habits Courtiers seemd : For ( though obscure ) by some he is esteemd Among the greatest : who do not contemne In his retyred walkes , to visit him . And there they tast those pleasures of the mind , Which they , can nor in Court , nor Citie find . Some news or message , these new guests had broght him , And , to make hast away ( it seemes ) besought him . For , instantly he rose : And that his nurture , Might not be taxed by a rude departure , Himselfe excusing , he those Nymphs did pray : His noble Friends might bring them on their way : Who , as it seemes ( he said ) were therefore come ; That they might wait vpon them to their home . So , with their fauour , he departed thence : And ( as they thought ) to meet her Excellence , Of whom he sung . Yet many deeme that this , But an Idea of a MISTRESSE is . Because to none , he yet had daind the telling , Her proper Name ; nor shown her place of Dwelling . When he was gone : a Lady from among Those Nymphs ; tooke vp his Lute , & sung this Song .
The Nymphs Song . GEntle Swaine , good speed befall thee ; And in Loue still prosper thou : Fu●ure Times shall happy call thee , Though , thou lie neglected , now . Virtues Louers , shall commend thee ; And perpetuall Fame , attend thee . Happy are these woody Mountaines , In whose shaddowes thou doest hide : And as happy , are those Fountaines , By whose murmures thou doest bide . For , Contents are here excelling ; More , then in a Princes dwelling . These thy Flocks doe clothing bring thee , And thy food , out of the Fields : Pretty Songs , the Birds doe sing thee ; Sweet perfumes the Meddowe yeelds : And , what more is worth the seeing ? Heauen and Earth thy prospect being ? None comes hither , who denies thee , Thy Contentments ( for despight ) Neither any that enuies thee , That , wherein thou dost delight . But , all happy things are meant thee ? And what euer may content thee . Thy Affection Reason measures ; And distempers none it feeds : Still , so harmelesse are thy pleasures , That no others griefe it breeds . And , if night , beget thee sorrow ; Seldome stayes it , till the morrow . Why doe foolish men so vainely , Seeke contentment in their store ? Since they may perceiue so plainly , Thou art rich , in being poore ? And that they are vext about it ; Whilst thou merry art without it . Why are idle braines deuising , How high Titles may be gaind ? Since , by those poore toyes despising , Thou hast higher things obtaind ? For the man who scornes to craue them , Greater is , then they that haue them . If all men could tast that sweetnesse , Thou dost in thy meanesse know ; Kings would be to seeke , where Greatnesse , And their honours to bestow . For , it such content would breed them ; As they would not thinke they need them . And , if those who so aspiring , To the Court-preferments bee ; Knew how worthy the desiring ; Those things are , enioyed by thee . Wealth and Titles , would hereafter : Subiects be , for scorne and laughter . He that Courtly stiles affected , Should a May-Lords honour haue . He that heaps of wealth collected , Should be counted as a slaue . And the man with few'st things cumbred , With the Noblest should be numbred . Thou , their folly hast descerned , That neglect thy mind , and thee ; And to sight them , thou hast learned , Of what Title er'e they be . That ; no more with thee , obtaineth ; Then with them , thy meannes gaineth . All their Riches , Honours , Pleasures ; Poore vnworthy trifles seeme ; ( If compared with thy Treasures ) And , doe merit no esteeme . For , they true contents prouide thee ; And from them can none diuide thee . Whether thralled , or exiled ; Whether poore or rich thou be : Whether praised , or reuiled ; Not a rush , it is to thee . This , nor that , thy rest doth win thee : But , the mind , which is within thee . Then , oh why , so madly dote we , On those things , that vs ore-lode ? Why , no more , their vainnesse note we ; But still make of them a God ? For , alas ! they still deceiue vs ; And , in greatest need they leaue vs . Therefore , haue the Fates prouided , Well ( thou happy Swaine ) for thee : That mayst , here , so farre diuided , From the worlds distractions be . Thee , distemper let them neuer ; But , in peace continue euer . In these lonely Groues , enioy thou , That contentment here begun : And , thy houres , so pleasd , employ thou , Till the latest glasse bee run . From a Fortune so assured : By no temptings be allured . Much good doo 't them with their glories , Who in Courts of Princes dwell . We haue read in Antique stories , How some rose , and how they fell . And t is worthy well the heeding ; Ther 's like End , wher 's like proceeding . Be thou ; still , in thy affection , To thy Noble Mistresse , true : Let her ( neuer-matcht ) perfection , Be the same , vnto thy view . And , let neuer other Beautie , Make thee faile , in Loue , or Dutie . For , if thou shalt not estranged From thy Course professed , ●e . But remaine for aye vnchanged ; Nothing shall haue power on thee . Those that sleight thee now , shall loue thee , And , in spight of spight , approue thee . So those Vertues now neglected , To be more esteem'd ; will come : Yea , those Toyes so much affected , Many shall be wooed from . And , the golden Age ( deplored ) Shall , by some , be thought restored .
THus sang the Nymph : so rarely-well inspired , That all the hearers , her braue Strains admired . And , as I heard , by some that there attended , When this her Song was finisht , all was ended .
A Postscript . IF any Carpe , for that , my younger● Times , Brought foorth such idle fruit , as these slight Rymes , It is no matter ; so they doe not sweare , That they , so ill imployed , neuer were . Whilst their Desires ( perhaps ) they looselier spent ; I gaue my heats of Youth , this better vent . And , oft by writing thus , the bloud haue tam'd ; Which some , with reading wanton Laye ▪ enflam'd . Nor care I , though their Censure some haue past , Because my Songs exceed the Fidlers Last . For , doe they thinke , that I will make my Measures , The longer , or the shorter , for their pleasures ? Or may me , or Curtolize my free Inuention ; Because , Fooles weary are , of their attention . No ; let them know , who do their length contemn , I make to please my selfe , and not for them .
A Miscelany of Epigrams , Sonnets , Epitaphs , and such other Verses , as were found written , with the Poeme , aforegoing .
Of the Inuention of the nine Muses . THe Acts of Ages past , doth Clio write . The Tragoedie's , Melpomenes delight . Thalia , is with Comedies contented . E●terpe , first , the Shepheards Pipe inuented . Terpsicore , doth Song , and Lute applie . Dauncing Er●to found Geometry . Calliop● , on louing Verses dwels . The secrets of the Starres , Vrania tells . Polymnia , with choyce words , the speech doth trim . And great Apollo shares with all of them . Those thrice three Feminines ▪ we Mases call ; But that one Masculine is worth them all .
Of the Labours of Hercules . FIrst , he the strong Nemean Lyon slew : The many-headed Hydra next ore-threw . The Eremanthian Bore he thirdly foyles : Then of his golden Hornes the Stagge he spoyles . The foule Stymphalian Birds he fifthly frayd : Next , he the Queene of Amazons ore-swayd ▪ Then clensd Aegeas Stalls , with filth so full : And eighthly , tamed the vntamed Bull. He slew proud Diomedes with his Horses . From triple Gerio● his rich Heard he forces . He slew the Dragon for the fruite of gold : And made blacke Cerber●● the day behold . These were his twelue stout Labours . And they say , With fifty Virgins in one night he lay . If true it be , t is thought he labourd more In that one act , then in the twelue before .
Being 〈◊〉 by a Gentleman in his Dining-roome , where was nothing but a Map of England to entertaine him , he thus turned it into Verse . FAire England in the bosome of the Seas , Amid her two and fiftie Prouinces , Sits like a glorious Empresse ; whose rich Throne , Great Nymphes of honor come to wayt vpon . First , in the height of brauery appeares Kent , East and South , and Middle-Saxon Shires : Next , Surry ▪ Barkshire , and Southampton get , With Dorcet , Wilton , and rich Sommerset . Then Deuon , with the Cornish Promontory : Gloster and Worster , faire Sabrinas glory . Then Salope , Suffolke , Northfolke large and faire , Oxford and Cambridge , that thrice learned paire . Then Lincolne , Darby , Yorkeshire , Nottingham , Northamption , Warwick , Stafford , Buckingham . Chester and Lancaster ( with Heards well stord ) Huntingdon , Hartford , Rutland , Hereford . Then Princely Durham , Bedford , Leister , and Northumber , Cumber and cold Westmerland . Braue English shires ; with whom lou'd equally Welch Munmouth , Rad●or , and Mountgomery , Adde all the glory ( to her T●aine ) they can : So doth Glamorgan , Breckn●● , Cardigan , Caernaruan , Denbigh , 〈◊〉 - Shire , With Anglesey ( which ore the sea doth reare Her● lofty head And with the first , though last , Flint , Pembrooke and Carmarthen might be pla●● . For all of these ( vnto their power ) maintaine Their Mistrisse England with a royall Traine . Yea , for Supporters at each hand , hath she The Wight and Man , that two braue Ilands be . From these , I to the Scottish Nymphes had iorny'd , But that my Friend was backe againe returned , Who hauing kindly brought me to his home , Alone did leaue me in his Dining Rome : Where I was faine ( and glad I had the hap ) To begg an entertainment of his Map .
An Epitaph vpon the Right Vertuous Lady , the Lady SCOTT . LEt none suppose this Relique of the Iust , as here wrapt vp , to perish in the dust . No , like best 〈◊〉 , her time she fully stood : Then being growne in Faith , and ripe in Good ; ( With stedfast hope , that shee another day , Should rise with Christ ) with Dea●h here downe she lay . And , that each part , which Her , in life had grac't , Preseru'd might be , and meet againe at last : The Poore , the Worl● , the Heauens , and the Graue : Her Almes , her Praise , her Soule , her Body haue .
An Epitaph vpon a Woman , and her Child , buried together in the same Graue . BEneath this Marble Stone doth lye , ●he Subiect of Deaths Tyranny . A Mother : who in this close Tombe , Sleepes with the issue of her wombe . Though cruelly enclinde was he ; And with the fruit shooke downe the Tree . Yet was his cruelty in vaine . For , Tree , and Fruit , shall spring againe .
A Christmas Carroll . SO , now is come our ioyfulst Feast ; Let euery man be iolly . Each Roome , with Yuie leaues is drest , And euery Post , with Holly . Though some Churles at our mirth repine , Round your forheads Garlands twine , Drowne sorrow in a Cup of Wine . And let vs all be merry . Now , all our Neighbours Chimneys smoke , And Christmas blocks are burning ; The , Ouens , they with bakt meats choke , And all their Spits are turning . Without the doore , let sorrow lie : And , if for cold , it hap to die , Wee le bury't in a Christmas Pye . And euermore be merry . Now , euery Lad is wondrous trimm , And no man minds his Labour . Our Lasses haue prouided them , A Bag-pipe , and a Tabor . Young men , and Mayds , and Girles & Boyes , Ciue life , to one ano● hers Ioyes : And , you anon shall by their noyse , Perceiue that they are merry . Ranke Misers now , doe sparing shun : Their Hall of Musicke soundeth : And , Dogs , thence with whole shoulders run , So , all things there aboundeth . The Countrey-folke , themselues aduance ; For Crowdy-Mutton's come out of France : And Iack shall pipe , and Iyll shall daunce , And all the Towne be merry . Ned Swash hath fetcht his Bands from pawne , And all his best Apparell . Brisk Nell hath bought a Ruffe of Lawne , With droppings of the Barrell . And those that hardly all the yeare Had Bread to eat , or Raggs to weare , Will haue both Clothes , and daintie fare : And all the day be merry . Now poore men to the Iustices , With Capons make their arrants , And if they hap to faile of these , They plague them with their Warrants . But now they feed them with good cheere , And what they want , they take in Beere : For , Christmas comes but once a yeare : And then they shall be merry . Good Farmours , in the Countrey , nurse The poore , that else were vndone . Some Land-lords , spend their money worse , On Lust , and Pride at London . There , the Roysters they doe play ; Drabb and Dice their Landt away , Which may be ours , another day : And therefore le ts be merry . The Clyent now his suit forbeares , The Prisoners heart is eased . The Debtor drinks away his cares , And , for the time is pleased . Though others Purses be more fat , Why should we pine or grieue at that ? Hang sorrow , care will kill a Cat. And therefore le ts be merry . Harke , how the Wagges , abrode doe call Each other foorth to rambling . Anon , you le see them in the Hall , For Nutts , and Apples scambling . Harke , how the Roofes with laughters sound ! Annon they 'l thinke the house goes round : For , they the Sellars depth haue found . And , there they will be merry . The Wenches with their Wassell-Bowles , About the Streets are singing : The Boyes are come to catch the Owles , The Wild-mare , in is bringing . Our Kitchin-Boy hath broke his Boxe , And , to the dealing of the Oxe , Our honest neighbours come by flocks , And , here , they will be merry . Now Kings and Queenes , poore Sheep-cotes haue , And mate with euery body : The honest , now , may play the knaue , And wise men play at Noddy . Some Youths will now a Mumming goe ; Some others play at Rowland-hoe , And , twenty other Gameboyes moe : Because they will be merry . Then wherefore in these merry daies , Should we I pray , be duller ? No ; let vs sing some Roundelayes , To make our mirth the fuller . And , wh●lest thus inspir'd we sing , Let all the Streets with ecchoes ring : Woods , and Hills , and euery thing , Beare witnesse we are merry .
An Epitaph vpon the Porter of a PRISON . HEre lye the bones of him , that was of late , A Churlish Porter of a Prison gate . Death many an euening at his lodging knockt , But could not take him , for the dore was lockt : Yet at a Tauerne late one night he found him , And getting him , into the seller , drownd him . On which , the world ( that stil the worst is thinking ) Reports abroad , that he was kild with drinking : Yet let no Prisoner , whether Thiefe or Debtor Reioyce , as if his fortune were the better ; Their sorrows likely to be nere the shorter , The Warden liues , though death hath took the Porter .
A Sennet vpon a stolne Kisse . NOw gentle sleepe , hath closed vp those eyes , Which waking , kept my boldest thoughts in awe : And f●eeaccesse vnto that sweet lip , lies , From whence I long the rosie breath to draw . Me think●s no wrong it were , if I should steale From those two melting Rubies , one poore kisse : None sees the theft , that would the thiefe reueale , Nor rob I her of ought , which she can misse : Nay , should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little signe I had done so : Why then should I this robbery delay ? Oh! she may wake , and therewith angry grow . Well , if she do , I le back restore that one , And twenty hundred thousand more for lone .
An Epitaph vpon Abram Good●fellow , a common Alehouse-hunter . BEware , thou looke not who here vnder lies , Vnlesse thou long to weepe away thine eyes . This man ( as sorrowfull report doth tell vs ) Was , when he liu'd , the Prince of all Goodfellows . That day he dide , it cannot be belieu'd , How out of reason , all the Alewiues grieu'd , And what abominable lamentation They made at Black-boy , and at Salutation ; They hould and cride , and euer more among , This was the burthen of their wofull Song : Well , goe thy wayes , thy like hath neuer been , Nor shall thy match againe be euer seene : For out of doubt now thou art dead and gone , There s many a Tap house will be quite vndone , And Death by taking thee , did them more skath , Then yet the Ale-house protect done them hath . Loe , such a one but yesterday was he , But now he much is alterd , you do see . Since he came hither , he hath left his ryot , Yea , changed both his company and dyet , And now so ciuill lies ; that to your thinking , He neither for an Ale-house cares , nor drinking .
An Epitaph vpon a Gentlewoman , who had fore-told the Time of her death . HEr , who beneath this stone , consuming lyes , For many Virtues we might memorize . But , most of all , the praise deserueth shee , In making of her Words , and Deeds agree . For , shee so truely kept the Word shee spake , As that with Death , she promise would not breake . I shall ( quoth she ) be dead , before the midd Of such a Month. And , as she said , she did .
An Epitaph , on a Child , Sonne to Sir W. H. Knight . HEre lyes , within a Cabinet of stone , The deare remainder of a Prety-one . Who did in wit , his yeares so farre out-passe , His parents Wonder , and their Ioy he was . And , by his face , you might haue deemed him , To be on earth some heauenly Cheruh●m . Sixe yeares with life he labor'd . Then deceast , To keepe the Sabbath of eternall rest . So ; that , which many thousand able men , Are lab'ring for , till threescore yeares and ten . This blessed Childe attained to , er'e seauen ; And , now enioyes it with the Saints of Heauen .
A Song . NOw Young-man , thy dayes and thy glories appeare , Like Sun-shine and blossomes in Spring of the yeare . Thy vigour of body , thy spirits , thy wit , Are perfect , and sound , and vntroubled yet . Now then , oh , now then , if safetie thou loue . Mind thou , oh mind thou , thy Maker aboue . Mispend not a morning , so excellent cleare ; Neuer ( for euer ) was happinesse nere . Thy noone-tyde of life hath but little delight , And sorrowes on sorrowes will follow at night . Now then , oh , now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. That Strength , & those Beauties that grace thee to day , To morrow , may perish , and vanish away . Thy Wealth , or thy Pleasures , or Friends that now be , May waste , or deceiue , or be traytors to thee . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Thy ioynts are yet nimble , thy sinnewes vnslacke . And marrow vnwasted , doth strengthen thy backe . Thy Youth from diseases preserueth the braine ; And blood with free passage , plumps enury vaine . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. But ( trust me ) it will not for euer be so ; Those Armes that are mightie , shall feebler grow . And those Legs , so proudly supporting thee , now , With Age , or Diseases , will stagger and bow . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Then , all those rare Features , now gracefull in thee ; Shall ( plough'd with Times furrowes ) quite ruined be . And they , who admired , and lou'd thee so much , Shall loath , or forget thou hadst euer been such . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Those tresses of Haire , which thy youth doe adorne , Will looke like the Meads in a Winterly morne . And , where red and white intermixed did grow , Dull palenesse , a dea●ly complexion will show . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. That Forhead imperious , whereon we now view , A smoothnesse , and whitenesse enameld with blew ; Will loose that perfection , which Touth now maintaines , And change it for hollownesse , wrinckles , and staines . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou ; oh mind thou , &c. Those Eares , thou with Musicke didst oft entertaine , And charme with so many a delicate Straine ; May misse of those pleasures , wherewith they are fed , And neuer heare Song more , when youth is once fled . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Those Eyes , which so many , so much did admire , And with strange affections set thousands on fire : Shut vp in that darkenesse , which Age will constraine , Shall neuer see mortall ; no , neuer againe . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Those Lips , whereon Beautie , so fully discloses , The colour and sweetnesse of Rubies , and Roses ; Instead of that hue , will gastlinesse weare , And none shall beleeue , what perfection was there . Now then , oh now then , &c. Thy Teeth , that stood firmely , like Pearles in a row , Shall rotten , and scatterd disorderly grow : The Mouth , whose proportion earths-wonder was thought , Shall rob'd of that sweetnesse , be prized at nought . Now then , oh now then , &c. That Gate , and those Gestures , that win thee such grace , Will turne to a feeble and staggering pace . And thou , that or'e mountaines ranst nimbly to day ; Shalt stumble at euery rubb in the way . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind then , oh mind then , &c. By these imperfections ▪ old age will preuaile , Thy marrow , thy sinewes , and spirits will fayle . And nothing is left thee , when those are once spent , To giue ▪ or thy selfe ; or another , content . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Those Fancies that lull thee , with Dreames of delight , Will trouble thy quiet , the comfortlesse night , And thou , that now sleepest thy troubles away , Shalt heare , how each Cockrell giues warning of day . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. Then , Thou , that art yet vnto thousands so deare , Of all shal● despisd , or neglected appeare . Which , when thou perceiust ( though now pleasant it be ) Thy life will be grieuous and loathsome to thee . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. That lust , which thy youth can so hardly forgoe , Will leaue thee ; and leaue thee , repentance , and woe . And then , in thy ●olly no ioy thou canst haue , Nor hope other rest , then a comfortlesse grau● . Now then , oh now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. For , next shall thy Breath be quite taken away , Thy Flesh turn'd to dust , and that dust turn'd to clay : And , those thou hast loued , and share of thy store , Shall leaue thee , forget thee , and mind thee no more . Now then , oh , now then , &c. Mind thou , oh mind thou , &c. And yet , if in time thou remember not this , The slenderest part of thy sorrow it is : Thy Soule to a torture , more fearefull shall wend , Hath euer , and euer , and neuer an end . Now then , oh , now then , if safetie thou loue . Mind thou , oh mind thou , thy Maker aboue .
A Dreame . WHen bright Phaebus at his rest , Was reposed in the West , And the cherefull day-light gone , Drew vnwelcome darknesse on ; Night , her blacknesse , wrapt about me , And , within , 't was as without me . Therefore , on my tumbled bedd , Downe I laid my troubled head : Where , mine eyes inur'd to care , Seldome vsd to slumbring were . Yet , or ' etyr'd of late , with weeping ; Then , by chance , they fell a sleeping . But , such Visions me diseas'd , As in vaine , that sleepe I ceaz'd : For , I sleeping Fancies had , Which , yet waking , make me sad . Some , can sleepe away their sorrow ; But , mine doubles , euery morrow . Walking to a pleasant Groue , ( Where , I vsd to thinke of Loue ) I , me thought , a place did view , Wherein Flora's riches grew . Primerose , Hyacinth , and Lillies , Cowslips , Vy'lets , Daffodillies . There , a Fountaine , close beside , I , a matchlesse Beautie spide . So she lay , as if she slept : But , much griefe , her waking kept . And , she had no softer pillow , Then the hard root of a Willow . Downe her Cheekes , the teares did flow , ( Which a greeued heart did show ) Her faire eyes , the earth beholding , And , her armes themselues enfolding ; Shee , her passion to betoken , Sigh'd , as if her heart were broken . So much griefe , me thought she shew'd , That my sorrow it renew'd : But , when neerer her I went , It encreast my discontent . For a gentle Nymph shee prooued , Who , me ( long vnknowne ) had loued . Streight , on me shee fixt her looke ; Which , a deepe impression tooke . And , of all that liue ( quoth shee ) Thou art welcommest o me . Then ( misdoubting to be blamed ) Thus , she spake , as halfe ashamed . Thee , vnknowne , I long affected , And , as long , in vaine expected . For , I had a hopefull thought , Thou wouldst craue , what others sought ; And I , for thy sake , haue stayd , Many wanton Springs , a Maid . Still , when any wooed me , They renewd , the thought of thee : And , in hope thou wouldst haue tride Their Affections , I denide . But , a Louer , forc't vpon me , By my Friends , hath now vndone me . What , I waking dar'd not show , In a Dreame , thou now doest know : But , to better my estate ; Now , alas , it is too late . And , I both awake , and sleeping , Now , consume my Youth in weeping . Somewhat then , I would haue sayd ; But , replyings were denayd . For , me thought , when speake I would , Not a word bring foorth I could , And , as I a kisse was taking ; That I lost to , by awaking .
Certaine Verses written to his louing Friend , vpon his departure . SWift Time , that will by no entreaty stay , Is now gone by , and summons me away . And , what my griefe , denies my tongue to doe , My true affection driues my pen vnto . Deare Heart ; that day , and that sad houre is come , In which , thy face I must be banisht from : And goe to liue , where ( peraduenture ) we Hereafter must , for aye , deuided be . For , twixt our bodies , which now close are met , A thousand Hills and Vallies shall be set : A thousand Groues , a thousand weeping Springs , And many thousand other enuious things , Which , when we are departed , keepe vs may , From comming nearer , till our dying day . So these our hands , which thus each other touch , Shall neuer after this time doe so much . Nor shall these eyes , which yet themselues delight , ( with mutuall gazing on each other light ) Be euer raysed vp againe , so neare , To view each other in their proper spheare . Nor ere againe , through those their Christall orbes , Reade what sad passion , our poore hearts disturbs . Which when we think vpon , we scarce containe , Their swelling Floud-gates ; but a pearly raine Drops from those plenteous Springs : & forth are sent From those sad dungeons , where our harts are pent , So many sighes ; that , in our parting , now , A storme of Passions we must venture through . Whose fury , I would stay to see ore-past Before I went , in spight of all my hast , But that , I view some tokens , which fore-tell , That by delay , the Flouds will highe swell ; And , whilst to be diuided , we are loth , With some worse perill , ouerwhelme vs both . Oh! rather let vs wisely vndergoe A sorrow , that will daily lesser grow ▪ Then venture on a pleasing mischiefe , which Will vnawares , our honest hearts bewitch : And bring vs to such passe ( at last ) that we Shall nere perceiue it , till vndone we be . I find your loue ; and so the same approue , That I shall euer loue you , for that loue . And , am so couetous of such deare pelfe , That , for it , I could giue away my selfe . And yet , I rather would go pine , and die , For want thereof ; then liue till you , or I , Should giue , or take , one dram of that delight Which is anothers ; and so , marre out-right Our most vnstaind affection : which , hath yet No inclination vnto ill , in it . Nay ( though it more vnsufferable were ) I would , eu'n that iust liberty forbeare Which honest friendship is allow'd to take : If I perceiu'd , it me vnapt did make , To master my affections : or to goe On those affaires , that Reason calls me to . Those Parents that discreet in louing be , When on their new-borne child a Wen they see , Which may ( perchance ) in aftertime , disgrace The sweete proportion of a louely face : ( Although it wound their soules to heare the mone , And see the tortures of their pritty one ) To weepe a little , rather are content , Whilst he endures the Surgeons Instrument ; Then suffer that soule blemish there , to spread ; Vntill his face be quite disfigured . So , we betwixt whose soules , there is begot That sweet Babe , Friendship ; must beware , no spot Through our indulgent indiscretion grow , That may the beauty of our loue ore-throw : Let 's rather beare a little discontent ; And learne of Reason , those things to preuent Which marre affection . That our friendship may Wax firmer , and more louely eu'ry Day . There is , indeed , to gentle hearts , no smarting , That is more torment to them , then departing From those they loue . And doubtlesse , if that we Were so vnited , as the married be ; Our bodies at our par●●re , would be so , As if each of them 〈◊〉 a ●oule forgoe . But , in our flesh ; we are , and must remaine Perpetuall strangers : and our selues containe From that embrace , which marriage loue allowes : Or else , I iniure virtue ; you , your vowes . And , for a short vnworthy pleasure , marre Those rich contentments , which eternall are . Of which , I am in hope , that , alwaies we Should in each others presence guiltlesse be . But in our absence ( sure I am ) we shall Not onely still be innocent of all , That simple folly , and that ouer-sight , To which , our many frailties tempt vs might : But , by this meanes shall also scape the blot , Wherwith i● toungs our names would seek to spot . Which if you feare , and would auoyd the wrongs That may befall you by malicious tongues , Then seeke my absence : for I haue in that Vnto my friends , been too vnfortunate : Yet , as I loue faire-virtue , there is no man Ere heard me boast the fauours of a woman To her dishonour ; neither ( by my soule ) Was I ere guiltie of an Act so foule , As some imagine . Neither doe I know That woman yet , with whom I might be so ; For neuer kindnesses to me were show'd , Which I dar'd thinke , for euill end bestow'd . Nor euer , to this present houre , did I Turne friendship , fauour , opportunitie ; ( Or ought vouchsaft me ) thereby to acquire Those wicked ends which 〈◊〉 doe desire . For , whensoeuer lust begun to flame , It was extinguisht , by true loue , and shame . But , what would this my innocence preuaile , When your faire Name , 〈◊〉 should assayle ? And how abhord should I hereafter be , If you should suffer infamy by me ? You feare it not one halfe so much you say , As you are loth I should depart away : And hap what will , you thinke to be content , Whilst I am here ; and you still innocent . Indeed , those friends approue I not , which may By euery slanderous tongue be talkt away : But yet , I like not him that will not striue , As much as in him lyeth , free to liue , From giuing iust occasions of offence : For , else he vainely braggs of innocence . And so doe we , vnlesse , that without blame We purpose with our loue , to keepe our fame . Then , let vs pleased part ; and though the dearenes Of our affection , couets both a nearenes In mind and body ; let vs willingly Beget a Virtue of necessitie . And , since we must compelled be to liue , By time and place diuided ; let vs striue In the despight of time and distance , so That loue of virtue may more perfect grow : And that this seperation , we lament , May make our meeting fuller of content . Betwixt our bodies ( this I le not deny ) There is a deare respectiue sympathy ; Which makes vs mutually both ioy , and grieue As there is cause . And farther , I belieue , That our contentment is imperfect , till They haue each other in possession still : But , that which in vs two , I Loue , dare name , Is twixt our Soules ; and such a powerfull flame , As nothing shall extinguish nor obscure , Whilst their eternall substance , doth endure : No , not our absence ; nor that mightie space , Betwixt my home , and your abiding place . For , ere your Eyes , my eyes had euer seene ; When many thousand furlongs lay betweene , Our vnknowne bodies : And before that you Had seene my face , or thought the same to view , You most entirely loued me ( you say ) Which shewes our soules had then found out the way , To know each other : And vnseene of vs , To make our bodies meet vnthought of , thus . Then ; much lesse now , shall hill , or dale , or groue , Or , that great tract of ground which must remoue My body from you : there , my soule confine , To keepe it backe from yours : or yours from mine . Nay , being more aquainted then they were , And actiue spirits , that can any where Within a moment meet . They to and fro , Will euery minute to each other go And , we shall loue , with that deare loue , wherein Will neither be offence , nor cause of sinne . Yea , whereas carnall loue , is euer colder , As youth decayes ; and as the flesh growes older : And , when the body is dissolued , must Be buried with obliuion in the dust . We , then shall dearer grow : and this our loue , Which now imperfect is , shall perfect proue . For , there s no mortall power can rob true Friends , Of that which noblest Amitie attends . Nor any seperation that is able , To make the virtuous Louers miserable . Since , when disasters threaten most deiection , Their , Goodnesse maketh strongest their affection . And , that which works in others loues , deniall ; In them , more noble makes it , by the triall . T is true ; that when we part , we know not whether These bodies shall , for euer , meet together ; As you haue said . Yet , wherefore should we grieue , Since , we a better meeting doe belieue ? If we did also know , that when we die , This loue , should perish euerlastingly . And that we must as bruitish creatures do , Lose with our bodies , all our dearnesse to : Our seperation , then , a sorrow were , Which mortall heart had neuer power to beare . And we should faint and die , to thinke vpon The passions would be felt , when I were gone . But , seeing in the soule , our loue is plac't ; And ( seeing ) soules of death shall neuer tast : No Death can end our loue . Nay ; when we dye , Our soules ( that now in chaines and fettters lie ) Shall meet more freely , to pertake that ioy , Compard to which , our friendship 's but a toy . And , for each bitternesse , in this our loue , We shall a thousand sweet contentments proue . Meane while ; we , that ( together liuing ) may Through humane weaknesses be led astray : ( And vnawares , make that affection foule , Which virtue yet keeps blamelesse in the soule ) By Absence shall preserued be , as cleane , As to be kept ( in our best thoughts ) wee meane . And , in our Prayers for each other , shall Giue , and receiue more kindnesses , then all The world can yeeld vs . And , when other men Whose loue is carnall , are tormented , when Death calls them hence : because they robbed be Of all their hope ( for euermore ) to see The obiect of their Loue : we shall auoid , That bitter anguish wherewith they are cloyd . And , whensoer'e it happens , thou , or I , Shall feele the time approaching vs to dye ; It shall not grieue vs at our latest breath , To mind each other on the bed of death : ( Because of any ouersight , or sinne , Whereof we guiltie in our soules haue bin ) Nor will death feare vs , cause we shall perceiue That these contentments , which we had not leaue To take now we are liuing ; shall be gaind , When our imprison'd soules shall be vnchaind . Nay rather wish to dye , we might possesse The sweet fruition of that happinesse , Which we shall then receiue , in the perfection Of Him , that is the fulnesse of Affection . If Time preuented not , I had in store To comfort thee , so many Reasons more , That thou wouldst leaue to grieue ; although we should Each others persons neuer more behold . But , there is hope . And then , that know you may , True Friends can in their absence find the way . To compasse their contentments , whom they loue : You shall ere long , the powre it hath , approue . Meane while , you still are deare : yea , liue or dye , My soule shall loue you euerlastingly . And howsoere , there seeme such cause of sorrow ; Yet , those that part , and thinke to meet to morrow , Death may diuide to night ; And , as before , Their Feare was lesse , their Griefe will be the more . Since therefore , whether far I liue , or nigh , There is in meeting an vncertaintie . Let vs , for that which surest is , prouide . Part like those Friends , whom nothing can diuide : And , since we Louers first became , that we , Might to our power each others comfort be : Let 's not the sweetnesse of our loue destroy ; But , turne these weepings into teares of ioy . On which condition , I doe giue thee , this ; To be both Mine , and Sorrowes parting-kisse . PHIL'ARETE . FINIS .
The Stationers Postscript .

THere bee three or foure Songs in this Poeme aforegoing , which were stollen from the Authour , and heeretofore impertinently imprinted in an imperfect and erronious Copie , foolishly intituled His Workes ; which the Stationer hath there falsely affirmed to bee Corrected and Augmented for his owne Aduantage ; and without the said Authours knowledge , or respect to his credit . If therfore you haue seene them formerly in those counterfet Impressions , let it not be offensiue that you finde them againe in their proper places ; and in the Poeme to which they appertaine .

Vale. I. M.