The amorose songes, sonets, and elegies: of M. Alexander Craige, Scoto-Britane

Amorous Songes and Sonets .

TO IDEA . IN Golden world , when Saturne did vpgiue To Pluto , Joue , and Neptune , his Empire They cast their lots both how , & where to liue ▪ Because it was old Saturns owne desire : Joue ruld the Furnace farre aboue the Fire , The stately Vault , beyond the starrie round : And Neptune gat the glassie Salt to hyre , Then Pluto chooss'd the Hellish blacke profound : When Cupid spied they gaue him but the Ground ▪ Impatient wagg , went out to walke abrod , And conquering these that were but lately cround , He made him selfe ouer all those Gods a God . Then Loue to thee , as to my Lord I yeeld , I feare to fight , where Gods haue fled the feeld . Omnia vincit amor , et nos cedamus amorj .

To IDEA . DOwne from the Skies for to behold my Dame Came Goddesses , and all the Gods aboue : Joue , Saturne , Mars , bright Phoebus , and with thame , Rich Juno , Minerue , and the Queene of Loue : Her beauties fame , their mindes did so commone , They run , and tooke no rest till they came thare , Thus armies proud , approch't for to approue , And giue their doome , that she was matchles faire : Loue like the rest , would faine look'd on , & sweare Vnknit ( faire Dame ) this Craip , quoth he , & thou Both Bagg and Bow a bonie while shalt beare , Shoote where thou wilt , and I shall well allow : They change , & she shot Loue , that he was faine To skarfe his eyes , and begge the Bow againe . Caecus amor superos superat , lithocardia amorem .

To LITHOCARDIA . OF late the blind , and naked Archer Boy , A libertine , out through the plains would play With ayre-deuiding wings without conuoy : Hee vaging went , and wist not where away . Sad Venus wep't , and thus to mee can say . Didst thou behold my blind Babe any whare ? For hee is gone ; O pittie strange estray : And he is fightles , syndo●les , and bare : In Craigs and Rocks such Elu's doe make repare , And so perhaps hee harbers in thy hart . It was too true , yet durst I not declare His beeing there , for feare of further smart . To want her Babe , braue Venus stil doth murne , she drown's the world with teares , & yet I burne . Hei mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbi● .

To LITHOCARDIA . LOue set his Bow , his Bag , and Bolts aside , And went out through the watrie vaults of ayre Disposd to play ; he goes without a guyde , And with the Winds he wauers heere and thare : Till at the last a fleeting Castle faire On smooth and glassie Seas hee doth espie : Hee bords their Barke , the fishing craft to leare : The poore men yeeldes , not daring to denie , Hee hales their Hookes , and baites them by & by . Then Thetis rose , and ask'd if Loue would burne The liquid seat wherein her Lord did ly , Disswading him from such a cruell turne . Feare not sayd Loue , I came to fish , thou sees , And left my flames in Lithocardias eyes . O non human● nata puella toro .

To CYNTHIA . THe Hobbie Haulke can catch at all no pray , Vnles aboue her ayme and marke she flie . The Palme doth beare the brauer boughs some say From neighbour trees , the higher that it bee . So far'd of those my fansies fond and mee , In hope of hap , I cannot cease to sore . If loued , I liue : and if disdain'd , I die . I pray , I prayse , I pleade , and I implore : Proud Cytherea loued Adonis poore , And Cynthia seru'd Endimion Sheepheard swane ; So though I be inglorious and obscure , Yet may she loue her Poet and her Man . Mount then braue thoughts through water , fire & aire And desp'rately pursue the sweete , proud , faire . Blanditiis amor est , et succo molli●r omni .

To PANDORA . SInce Joue him selfe was subiect vnto Loue , And left the lift to catch a mortall pray . If Neptune did from glassie Seas remoue , And would for Loue , aside the Scepter lay . If Pluto loath'd his darke and pitchie Caue , To spoyle Proserpine Cer●s Daughter faire . If proude Apollo Daphui deare to haue , Left Phaeton to rule his fyrie Chaire . If shaghhaird Satyrs mountaine-climing race , Pursu'd Aenona through the Phrygian Woods . If piping Pan from Musicke sweete did cease , To hunt the Naiad Nymp's by ban●es of Floods ? What can I doe ( sweet haar● ) but loue thee still ? On whom nor Gods no● men can gaze their fill . Iussit amor , quis enim mag●● non ceda● amorj , In cignum , in pluniam qui iubet ire Jonem .

To ERANTINA . NOr there where as the yoaked restles Horse With Phaeton begins their wonted race , and leads their Lord throughout the lift perfor●● To circumgire the Earth into each place . Nor there where as the hot and fyrie face , The burning beames of Phaebus bright appeare , When hee diuyds the day in equall space With glorious rayes in his meridian Spheare . Nor there , whereas Apollo proude , for feare Our comming night , his lingering should control● With speedie pace from our Horizon heare , Is headlong hurl'd to view th' antarticke Pole . Nor no where els can any match at all be found to her ; whose vertues makes me thrall . Tu mihi sola places .

To ERANTINA . O Wounder to the world , whom woundering eyne Doe wounder still as on the rarest fight Of Natures frame ; yet come to common light , Or Hemisphere , where our Horizon beene . Sweete louely Laura , modest , chast , and cleene . It seemes that Poet Petrarche tooke delight , Thy spotles prayse in daintie lines to dight , By Prophecies , before thy selfe was seene . And now faire Dame , since thou art borne to bee That Comet strange , and that prodigious Starre , Whence life and death , and peace & bloody warre ▪ And calme and storme proceed , as pleaseth thee : Shine still , and still with sweete aspect infuse , Eternall theame , and matter to my Muse . At mea c●m multis placuisset musa puellis , Huic vnj , dixj , noster inheret am●r .

To IDEA . THe chastest Child will oft for mercie cry , And bid the striker stay and hold his hand : Yea though he weepe , his teares he will vpdry And kisse ( suppose against his will ) the wand . With chiuering chin , but sturring will he stand , And patiently suppres his present paine : Poore Babe he dare not but obey command , And hold his peace , least he be lasht againe . Such is my state , I saikles soule am slaine , Nor can I get the smallest graunt of grace , Nor dare I now , though I haue cause , complaine : And though I durst , my plaints wold haue no place Thus am I faine for feare of further wrong , Euen with the Babe to burst , and hold my tong . Non tame● audebam tacit●s operire dol●res , Ingenium metuens casta puella tuam .

To CINTHIA ▪ IT sometime chanst , as Stories tell by chanse , That Hercules and Hylas were alone , And seuerally they went apart to pause : But hee and hee , accompanied with none , Till Hercules to Hylas made his mone , That hee for drouth was like to giue the Ghost . Thus Hylas to Ascauius Flood is gone , To draw a drinke , and lowting life hath lost . So when mine eyes had spurd a speedie post , To set the floods of fauour to their friend , My burning heart , which drouth of comfort crost , They dround them selues , & nothing els obteind : So Destanies my dolefull death concludes , By double force of Furious flames and floudes . Vror , et heu nostro manat ab igne liquor .

To IDEA . THe Lipper man , whose voyce can not be hard , With dolefull hoarse vnpleasant tune wil cry , And craue for loue of Iesus Christ reward , And alm's of such as chaunce for to passe by : But when ( allace poore soule ) he doth espy That no man heares , not yet regards his voyce , No longer then takes he delight to ly , But claps his dish , and keepes his language close . Right so as curst , and carefull is my Crosse , Suppose the Fates haue not deform'd my shape , No words I vse for to lament my lose , But make my Lines to be the Lippars Clap. Goe Sonet then and beg , I thee beseech , Some grace to him , whom feare deterres from speech . Dicere qua puduit scribere iussit amor .

To IDEA . IN stately Troy which was by force of fire Subdu'd in end , and turnd in embers cold , Apollo's Church while Priam did empire , Was beautifull and braue for to behold : In midst whereof hung in a not of gold A Coca●rice , that Spider , Bird , nor Flie , To enter there , nor build durst not be bold : That famous worke from filth was kept so frie. The like ( faire Dame ) may well be thought of thee For why , before thy beauties Altar hings , Canceld with prid , both blood and birth I see , With cold disdaine , which serue as certaine ●ings , To warne a farre my fancie to refraine , And rather wrake then once reueale my paine ▪ Cor dolet g●lidu● torpet sub pert●re sanguit , Me tamen oppressum dicere vetat amor .

To PANDORA . I Pause not on the gold of Tagus sand , Nor Erithrean braue and shyning shells : Ilong not for the limits large of Land , Wherein the barbar newfound Nations dwels : I bid not of these bounds whose boosome swells With birth of braue and costly Iewels rare , Which with their Muske and Siuet sweetest smels In fairest Chattons , set perfume the ayre . My pridles Hart subdued with Loue and feare , Seekes that those Songes the Heralds of my hart Might mooue the sweet and flintie harted faire Some fauour once , and pittie to impart : Els that vpon the Alter of her wreath , She would accept th' oblation of my death . At siue te regum Muneranulla vol● .

To PENELOPE . I Serue a Mistris infinitely faire , And ( which I more esteeme ) exceeding wise , In that , beyond the boundes of all compare : And this in her the wondering world enuies , Thence doth of loue my restles rage arrise , Thence flowes the font of all the harmes I haue : Her wit my heart , her beautie charm'd mine eyes , To Venus thus and Pallas I am slaue : If curious heades to know her name do craue , Shee is a Lady Rich , it needes no more , And wealthy Iuno wonted pride may leaue , And gladly serue the Dame whom I adore : Rich , wise , and faire , to thee alone as thrall , I consecrate loue , life , lines , thoughts , and all . At mihi seruitium , et tristis iam vita paratur , Illaque libertas pristina surripitur .

To PENELOPE . SHort is the day , but long ( allace ) to mee , Who liue in loue , and am not loued againe : My louely , faire , and loueles Saint I see , Doth guild with gold her hid & coy disdaine . thinkst thou faire dame , to buy my loue with gaine Cause thou art rich , I pray thee thinke not so : I am thy slaue , and for thy sake am slaine . Nor can my Rim's reueale my inward woe . Put now a poynt Panelopa I pray , vnto this web so oft retex'd by thee , Pay loue with loue , and make no more delay ▪ O raine no more thy shewers of gold on mee , One kisse of thee would breed me more conten● Then make me king of Cresus Lydia● rent .

To LITHOCARDIA . By Anagram . WHen Churches all of Asia les and more , By Xerxes great were burnt , & cast to ground Of pittie hee Dianais Church forbore . A peece of worke whose like could not be found : And yet by fames report to be renound , Herostratus did set the same on fire , Which Xerxes great suppose a Monarch cround , Did spare vnspoyld for all his proud Empire . Right so , when as so many did conspire To conquer mee a poore and Cuntrey Swaine , My hardned hart withheld their hot desire , And I till now , vnconquerd did remaine . That by my losse , I must enlarge thy fame , And slay my selfe to serue a glorious Dame . Non ego seruitium Dominae tam mite recuse , Ah pereat si quis vincula et ipse times .

To LITHOCARDIA . Anagram . AS Marigould did in her Garden walke , One day , O ten times happie was that day I thitherward to see my Saint , did stalke : Where Floraes Imp's ioy'd with her feet to play , And loe vnseene behind a Hedge I lay , Where I beheld the Roses blush for shame , The Lillies were empald vpon the spray , The Violets were staynd about my Dame : My Mistris smild for to behold the game , And sometimes pleasd vpon the grasse to sport ▪ Which canging hew's new cullors did acclaime , For blythnes of so sweete a Saincts resort , And from that walke while as away she w●nt . They weepe with deaw , & I in teares lament . Spr●●it nostras galatea querel●● .

To KALA. FAire Kala , fairer then the Wooll most faire , Of these my faire and siluer fleeced Sheepe Which are committed to my careles care , And vp and downe those daintie Dales I keepe : Faire Sheppeardesse , for thee alone I weepe . None heares my plaints but bleating beasts and I , And for thy sake I sigh when I should sleepe , And on thy name amid my dreames I crie . Then since thou know's the thraldome of my mind And how my necke to beare thy yoke is worne : Haue pittie once , and proue not ay vnkind , And laugh no more thy shepheard swaine to scorne But if thou mind'st for to remead my mone , Let fansies then , flocks , folds , and all , be one . Tum mistum ciuerem communi onerare sepulchre , Amborumque vnus contegat ossa lapis .

To LAIS . What euer thou be that claimes or courts my deare And in my absence would supply my place , If courts thou , I pray thee to forbeare , Rob not my right , and latelie granted grace : For if at were , I friendly craue thy case , And thou had credit as I sometime bade , Were it not wrong , if I should proudlie prease To raue thy right ? yes I may surely saide : Be who thou wilt , I challenge thee therefore , That with thy Daffings deauis my Lais eare ; Cease from thy sute , and in to time forbeare , Els we can be companions true no more . For put the case thou speed , thou gaines these two , A facill Dame , and of a friend a foe . Casta ma●e nec te lusus , nec munera vinca●● .

To LAIS . EVen as a ventering Merchant skant of skill , Whom Fortunes frowne or fate hath forc'd to fall To recempence his former losse hee will Within one Ship and Vessell venter all . So haue I vsed my Stocke , though it be small : My Hart I send halfe dround into dispaire Vnto my Saint , whom eue●●erue I shall : Shee is the Shipp , and it the ventered ware . Oft hath my minde bin cloy'd with clouds of care When contrar winds , with cold and stormie raine would threat my losse ; but now from bounds of feare My ventring thus , hath made me rich againe . Then shal my Muse triumph & mourne no more , Since second windes haue brought my Shipp to shore . At nunc tota tua est , te solum candida secum , Cogita et frustra credula turba sedet .

To PANDORA . O Watchfull Bird proclaymer of the day , Withh●ld I pray , thy piercing notes from me : Yet crow , and put the Pilgrime to his way , And let the Worke-man rise to earne his fee : Yea let the Lion fierce , be feard of thee , To leaue his prey , and lodge him in his Caue : And let the deepe Diuine from dreaming flie . To looke his leaues within his close Conclaue : Each man saue I , may some remembrance haue , That gone is night , and Phosphor draweth nie : Beat not thy breast for mee poore sleepeles slaue , To whom the Fat 's alternall rest denie : But if thou wouldst bring truce vnto my teares , Crow still for Mercie in my Mistris ●ares .

To PANDORA . GO you o winds that blow from north to south , Conuey my secret sighes vnto my sweet : Deliuer them from mine , vnto her mouth , And make my commendations till we meet . But if perhaps her proud aspiring sprit , Will not accept nor yet receiue the same , The brest and bulwarke of her bosome be it : Knock at her hart , and tell from whence you came , Importune her , nor cease , nor shrinke , for shame : Sport with her curl's of Amber cullour'd haire , And when she sighs , immix your selues with thame Giue her her owne , and thus beguile the faire . Blow winds , flie sighs , where as my hart doth han● And secretly commend me to my sanct.

To PANDORA . IN Arcadie sometime ( as Sydne say's , ) Demagoras a proud Lord did remaine , In whom no thing I marke that merits prayse , Saue that he seru'd Parthenia sweet with paine : But when he found she lou'd him not agane , With leprocie he did infect her face , Which caus'd the constant knight for to complane But not to change his loue in any case : Pandora faire his woose infect'd allace With leprocie of loathsome cold disdane , Bred by my foe , to further my disgrace : Yet neither fayth nor fancie shall refrane : Yea , were her face deform'd as it is faire , I should ay serue , though I should ay dispaire . Fortuna potes inuita fecisse beatum , Quem velis .

To LITHOCARDIA . A Very World may well be seene in mee , My hot desires as flames of Fire do shine , My sighes are ayre , my teares the Ocean sea My steadfast fayth , the solid Earth , & syne , My hope my heauen , my thoughts are stars diuine My ielosie the very pangues of Hell , My sweete the Sainct , to whom I do propine For sacrifice my seruice and my sell . That hatefull Hagge , who neere my Dame doth dwell My riuall foe , my Loue the Sommer sweet , My Spring-time , my deserts which so excell : And my Dispaires , the Winter cold and weet . But ( O allace ) no Haruest can I see , Which spoyls my yeares , & maks me thus to die

To ERANTINA . WEll may I read as on a snowie sheet Of paper faire , my fortune in thy face , Since at my sight thine eyes are both repleit , With loueles looks presaging but disgrace : And thou into my visage wann allace , May see in sad characters of my care , Since neither ruth nor pittie can haue place , A boundles Booke , a volume of dispare . Thus like a Glasse my face may well declare My loue to thee , and with my loue my paine : Thine show's againe ( though it be matchles faire ) Thy hatefull heart and vndeseru'd disdaine . O antipathie strange to be susteind , I loue my foe , thou hats thy faithfull friend . Vidi ego quae veneris falleudo iura res●suit , Perfidiae penas saepe luisse graues .

To IDEA . The Brethren three whose hot persut hath broght Death to them selues , & bondage to their land , When as their foe before them fled , they thoght The victorie was plac'd into their hand : And yet his flight inferd no feare they fand , For as they came , hee slew them one and one . A Parthian forme , whose fight in f●ght doth stand , For while they flie , their foes are kild anone . Euen so may I , vnhappiest I complaine : But pittie thus to serue a Parthian Dame , Who shuns my sutes , and makes my fancie fane , With hosts of harm's for to pursue the same . O sweet discord , O sweet concord agane , She flies to kill , I chase her to be tane .

To IDEA . FAire louelie Haebae Queene of pleasant Youth , Who bore braue Nectar to the Gods aboue : Whose glansing beames like Phaebus in the south , Do both bewitch and burne my brest with loue . O thou that wars the woundring world for woorth Whom Nature made to laugh her selfe to scorne , More excellent then I can set thee foorth : Whose like nor is , nor shall againe be borne . My flowing Songs I consecrate to thee , Good reason were , that they should all be thine . Thy presence creats all those thoughts in mee , Which mee immortall , and maks thee diuine : And such delight I haue with thee to stay , As twentie Moones do seeme but halfe a day . Et tua quod superest temporis esse precor .

To LITHOCARDIA . THou who began by Menalus to mone , And lay alone for to lament thy losse Amid those greene and grouie shads to grone Where Musidorus knew thee by thy voyce : Thou hast of me a comfort in thy crosse , With Princes proud if poore men may compare , For why my cares suppose I keepe them close , Ouermatcheth thine , tho thy mishaps were mare : Thy thuartring thoughts were dround in deepe dispare Mine haue no hope for to be brought to pas : Thy heart has hurt , and mine of blis is bare : Thou chang'd thy shape , I am not what I was : In end thou sped , I ware my worke in vaine , I loue allace , and am not loued againe . Speque timor dubia , spesque timore cadis .

To LAIS . SEe Deianira , see how I am shent By that same Shirt which Nessus to thee gaue , And thou againe to me by Lychas sent , I am inflam'd flesh , bons , and all I haue , That Ichthiophagic Aethiopian slaue , Who boyls his angled Fish by Phaebus beams Vpon a Rock , no other stire may craue : Nor Sun , nor Rocke , but these my gliding gleams ▪ Yet sweete thy sworne Alcides will not die , There is no deadlie Dipsas in thy Sarke , I languish but till I may meet with thee , With quent Dialogs in the quiet darke : And so till time such happie time afford , My further will this bearer brings by word . Saepe greges inter requie●●●us arbore terci , Mistaque cum folus perbuit herba torum .

To PENELOPE . THe Persian King in danger to be dround , Ask'd if no helpe in humane hands did stand . The Skipper then cast in the Salt profound , Some Persians braue , & brought the King to land . Then Xerxes crowns the Skipper with his hand , Who saues the King deseru's ( quoth he ) a crowne : But he at once to kill him gaue command , Die die , said he , who did my Persians drowne . My Ladie faire , a Xerxes proud doth proue , My worthles Verse she doth reward with gold : But ( O allace ) she lets me die for loue , And now I rew that I haue bin so bold . As Xerxes crownd , and kild his man ; right so Shee seemes a frind , and proues a mortall foe . Credula res amor est . &c.

At IDEAS direction , these two Sonets were made . 1. MOre then I am , accursed mought I bee , If er'e I did approch my dearest Dame : But such a great respect was still in mee , As ay feare was equall to my flame : Suppose some sots spoyld of the sense of shame , Or feeling of my honest Loue , will say , And publiklie to my dispraise proclame That I delight in loathsome Lust as thay . You sacred pow'rs , I still inuoke and pray , That all my speach turne poyson in a clap , If either I by word or writ bewray One lusting thought her beautie to entrap , Let pale Enuie ( faire Dame ) admire and lie , With chast desiers I serue and honor thee .

To IDEA . 2 WIth chast desires I serue and honor thee Great Archi-mistris of my rauisht mind , Most virtuous , wise , and faire , of all thy kind : Whose least command I vow to doe or die . Chast was my Loue , yet is , and ay shall bee , The praysing Papers which I haue propin'd , May well beare witnes how I am inclind , And can ( ye know ) controull mee when I lie : Phronesis erring could espie no place , Meete on this mould , but in thy breast to dwell , A virtuous mind adorns a beauteous face ; And thou hast both , and in them both excell : This maks my loue be chast , my passions strange And I had rather choose to die then change , Aspice diuinas humano in corpore dotes Nil mort●lae tibi faemina digna polo es .

To CYNTHIA . HAdst thou been blacke , or yet had I been blind , my muse had slept , & none had known my mind Or yet couldst thou as thou art faire , be kind , I had not thus with sighs increast the wind : But loe these frowning fauours which I find , To which allace thou art too much inclind , By which thy poore afflicted man is pind , Haue broke the heart , which beautie first did bind : Smile then faire dame , & some time cease to frown For smiles please mee , and do become thee best : And since thou sees how I am sworne thine owne , Smile still on him who loues thee by the rest , So neither shall I wish thee to be blacke , Nor curse my eyes , the causers of my wrecke . Nam si quem placidis facilis dignaris ocellis , Nectaris huic fontes , ambrosiaque fluunt .

To ERANTINA . THe Tyrant Nero houering to behold The wrack of Rome on top of Tarpe hill , He saw the rich , the poore , the young , the old , Amid the flams in in present poynt to spill : Yet woondering on that woonder , stood he still , And ( cruell man ) would neither mend nor meene , But tooke his pleasure to espie their ill , And smild to see them smart before his eyne : But had that man , that monstruous man yet beene Reseru'd on life by fatall Nimphs till now , To view these flames which may in me be seene , He would bewaile my poore estate I trow , whose boyling breast euen like mont Aetna burns When in his tomb the roaring monster turns .

To KALA. THe Persian Kings all waters did abiure , Saue those which flow'd from faire Ch●aspes flood : From age to age this they obseru'd as sure , As though no Waters els could do them good . This was a forme , no rather bondage strange , Which by no means these Monarch's braue would change . I am as constant as a Persian King , And thou more deare then meat or drinke to mee : For all th' entisments beautie bright can bring , With lisping toong , and soull entising eye : In spight of all these all as I began , I am thy true and neuer-changing man . Thus will I surfet on thy beautie braue , And Lyzard-like liue on thy looks diuine : In presence absence I am sworne thy slaue , And still I would ( were I a King ) be thine : And for thy sake , till life and breath endure , All other loue and seruice I abiure . Tu quoque iunge fid●s fido cum coniuge amor●s , Ipse etenim et coniunx ipse et amator ero .

To LAIS . ALlace that absence hath such force to foyll , And to procure my euer pearceing paine , Bereft of rest I tosse , I turne , I toyle , Halfe in dispaire that we may meet againe : Think on my vowes ( & think they were not vaine ) My countenance , and each thing els I pray , Which then I vs'd , when our goodnight was tane , My inward wrack and woe for to bewray : And when allone in clasped armes we lay , With interchange of manie soulesooke kisses : Thinke how we shed before the dawn of day , With miriads of vnaccomplisht wishes : Which with my selfe for lacke of presens pind , I recommend vnto thy vertuous mind . Sic mecum fixis herebas nixa lacertis , Mutua cum placido trahebamus gaudia lusu .

To absent ERANTINA . EVen as a man by darke that goes astray , Would faine behold and looke vnto the light : Or as a Pilgrem erring from the way , In wildsome wayes , would faine be set a right● As Mariners in blacke and stormie night , O'reset with Seas , strange winds , and stormie raine Longs to behold the beames of Phaebus bright , That after storme , the calme may come againe : As he whom still the Iayler doth detaine In bondage close , of freedome would be glade : Right so shall I of presence be as faine , To see the Sainct for whom my sighs are shade , Light , wisshed way , calme , freedome , should not bee So sweete to them , as Presence vnto mee .

To KALA. Sore is my head and sorie is my hart , And yet for all th' emplasters I applie , No helpe hath Nature , nor no ayde brings Art , Without , within , I burne , I fret , I frie : A childish thing when Care doth come to crie : Yet this doth most my Feuer fell infect , I hid my harms , and so in silence die , And thus my head must riue , my hart must breake , But worst of all , while visage wan bewray , What secret site my sicke soule doth assale , How I or'edriue in deadly dooll the day , And how this longsome Equinoct I vale : Shee cruell shee that should my Surgeon bee , Allow's my losse , and laughs , and lets me die . Nec tamen vlla mea tangit te cura salutis .

To absent IDEA . Faire dame , for whom my mornfull muse hath worne To want thy fight the black & sable weede , Whose houering haires dissheueld rent and torne , May show what baill thy absence long can breed : Looke if thou list my Rimes , and thou shalt reed But coaleblack woes in coaleblack words brought forth thy absence long , hath made my confort deed , And makes my Verses be so litle worth . Shine then vpon my parched Sunburnd braine , Chiefe stay of all my tempest-beaten state : Leaue not thy man disconsolate againe , Faire Goddes of my Fortune both and Fate : All earthly hopes for thee since I refuse , Be thou my hope , my Mistris , and my Muse . Vtque supercilio spendo● nutuque loquaci , Nonnihil ipsa meis m●ta venis precibus ,

To ERANTINA . OVtthrough the faire and famous Scythian land , A Riuer runns vnto the Ocean mane : Hight Hypanis with cleare and cristall strand , Borderd about with Pine , Firre , Oake , and plane : Whose siluer streames as they delight the eye , So none more sweet to either tast or smell . Yet Exampeus erre his Lord he spies , Maks him to stinke like Stigian stanks at Hell . Eu'n so faire Dame ( whose shap doth so excell ) Thy glorious rayes , thy shining virtues rare , No Poets pen , nor Rhetors tong can tell So farre beyond the bounds of all compare : Yet are they spoyld with poysning cold disdaine And such as drink thy beauties floods are slaine . Nil nostrae mouere preces verba irrita ventis , Fudimus et vanas scopulis impegimus vndas .

PANDORA refuseth his Letter . THe saikles soule Philoxenus was slaine By courtes kind Amphialus the Knight , ( Who for the faire Cornithian Queens disdaine Borne to his foresaid friend had tane the flight : ) But when his Dog perceiu'd that sorie fight , He fawn'd vpon his maisters fatall foe : Who then with hart and handfull of despight , Beats backe the Dog with manie bitter blo . My dearest Dame and seemlie Sainct euen so , For whose sweet sake I daylie die and dwins , Hath slaine her slaue with all the wounds of woe , And loaths allace , to looke vpon my Lins : That with the Dog my Ditties must returne , And helpe their martird Maister for to murne . Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numina notis .

To KALA. TWixt Fortune , Loue , and most vnhappie mee , Behold a chase , a fatall threesome Reele , Shee leads vs both , suppose shee can not see , And spurs the Post on her vnconstant wheele : I follow her , but while I prease to speele My bounds aboue , I faile , and so I fall : Loue lifts me vp , and saies all shall be well , In hope of hap my comfort I recall : Wee iornie on , Loue is the last of all ; Hee on his winges , I on my thoughts do sote : I flie from him , suppose my speed be small ; Shee flies from mee , and woe is mee therefore . Thus am I still twixt Loue and Fortune slaine , I neither take nor tarrie to be taine .

To LITHOCARDIA . GOod cause hadst thou Euarchus to repent , The reakles rashnes of thy bad decreit : Thy crueltie did spring from good intent , The grounds whereof were tedious to repeet : Yet when thy Sonne fell downe before thy feet , And made thine eyes confesse that he was thine , Thou wept for woe , yet could thou not retreat The sentence said , but sigh'd and sorow'd sine : So may it be that once those eyes diuine , Which now disdaine and loath to looke so low , As to behold these miseries of mine , shal weepe when they my constant trueth shal know And thou shalt sigh ( though out of time ) to see , By thy decret thine owne Pirocl●s die .

To LITHOCARDIA . I Feare not Loue with blind and frowning face , His Bow , his flame , nor sharpest hooked head : A brauer Archer Death shall haue his place , And put a poynt to all my paine with speed : And since it is my fate to be at feed With her whom once I duelie did adore : Yet fatall Atrops now shall cut the threed , And breake the heart which she enioy'd of yore : For fauours floods which I did oft implore , Of Letheis Lake I time by time shall teast , Her Marbel heart shal make me moorne no more The buriall stone my dolor shall digeast : Then farewell she , auth , loue , hard-heart , each one , Come Atrops , Lethe , Death , and Buriall ston● . Nunc te tam formae tangit decor iste superbae , Vt tua commorint taedia iniqua deos .

To inconstant LAIS . HOw oft hast thou with Siuet smelling breath , told how thou loud'st me , loud'st me best of al ? And to repay my loue , my zeale , my fayth , Said , to thy captiue thou wast but a thrall : And when I would for comfort on thee call , Be true to mee deare to my soule , said I , Then sweetly quhespering would thou say , I shall : And echo-like deare to my soule , replie : But breach of fayth now seemes no fault to thee , Old promises new periuries do proue . Apes turse the whelps they loue from tree to tree And crush them to the death with too much loue . My too much loue I see hath chang'd thee so , That from a friend thou art become a foe . Carminibus celebrata meis formosa N●aera , Aterius mauult esse puella viri .

To LAIS . SWeet Lais , trust me , I can loue no more , And which is worse , my Loue is turnd to hate : Thou art vnkind , and woe is mee therefore , Inconstant fals and to my griefe ingrate , It is too true I lou'd thee well of late , And euen as true thou lou'dst mee well againe : I haue allace , no pleasure to repeat Our wishes and our vowes since all are vaine : What resolutions and what plots prophane Wee two haue had in loue to liue and die , The time , the place , the tokens giuen and tane ; Yf they could speake , can thy accusars bee : But since thou still art false ( I must confesse ) Thy loue was lightlie won , and lost for lesse . Ah crudele genus nec fidum faemina nomen .

To ERANTINA . Blind naked loue , who breeds those stormy broyls Which from my deare me to my dole debars : To mee the pangs , to thee pertaine the spoyls : Thou taks aduantage of our ciuill warres , I liue exild , but thou remains too neare , Yet like a tirant shee triumphs o're thee . Her presence maks thee more then blind I heare : And absence is farre worse then death to mee , Could I as thou , from ielous eyes be free , Then should I be as blith as thou art blind : I should not then dispaire , nor wish to die , Nor should my sighs increas the wauering wind . O rigor strange since Loue must still remaine , In presence blind , and I in absence slain . Vna di●s tantum est , qua te non femina vidi , Et sine iam videor seusibus es●s ●●is .

To PENELOPE . WHen stately Troy by subtill Sinons guile , And Grecian force was brought to last decay , Vlisses braue with faire and facund stile , Achilles Arm 's obtaind , and went away : In Afrike yet he was constraind to stay : For when his friends did taste of Lotus trie , As Homers works do more at length bewray , They green'd no more the Greekish soyle to see . So fares with mee , O most vnhapie mee , Since I beheld thy faire and heauenlie hew , The glorious rayes of thy all conquering eye , My rendering heart and soule did so subdew , That for thy sake , whom euer serue I shall , I haue forgot my selfe , my soyle , and all .

To IDEA . MY Muse shal make thy boundles fame to flie In bounds where yet thy selfe was neuer seene : And were not for my Songs thy name had beene ▪ Obscurelie cast into the graue with thee : But loe when cold and limping age shall bee , A signe of death , and when the graue shall greene And gape within her bosome to conteene Her child , in spight of Death thou shalt not die : For why , my Muse , my restles Muse shall eeke Ten thousand wings for to enlarge thy fame , And eu'ry quill of eu'ry wing faire Dame , to preach thy praise ten thousand wayes shal seeke Yet thou repayes my labors with disdaine , Thou liues by mee , and I by thee am slaine . O ego non felix qui tam crudeliter a●● , Nullaque me redamat .

To frowning CINTHIA . IF Castor shine , the Seaman hoyseth saile , With widkast womb the welcome winds t' embrace which gladly grasps the sare & prosperous gaile And maks the Ship to run a fleeing race : But if Orion shine , the storme is me , He lowes the Saile , which stood of late so hie Such is my state , if Castor-like thou smile , I onelie liue to serue and honour thee : But if thou frowne , allace allace the while , As at the sight of Gorgons head I die , As in thy lift so in thy looks diuine , Orion black , and Castor braue do shine . Then since thou art th' Orizon of my loue , Thine eyes the fatall starres which I adore : With gracious blinks behold me from aboue , Let me not sinke , safe bring me to thy shore . Or if thou loaths that I should liue , then frowne For die I , liue I , I am still thine owne . Diccte me Juuenem perijsse in amore maeaeque Vnita quod fuerit Cynthia causa necis .

To PANDORA . EAch thing allace , presents and lets mee see ▪ The rare Idea of my rarest Dame , Deepe sunke into my soule the verie same , Whose view doth still bewitch vnhappie mee , The shining Sunne , her hart transpersing eye . The morning red her braue and blushing shame , Night absence , and day presence doth proclame , foule wether frowns , & calme sweet smil's may bee My scalding sighs tempestious winds , and raine : But exhalations of my tragick teares , In frost allace , her cold disdaine appeares ; In thaw , and fire , my melting heart agane : And thus each thing brings purpose to be pinde And to my thoughts commends the faire vnkind .

To PANDORA . DEare to my soule , and wilt thou needs be gone , And leaue thy Man behind thee but a heart ? Is this the pittie which thou dost impart , Disconsolat to let me die alone ? Thou hast two harts ; mine , thine , and I haue none : Heere springs the surfe of my ensuing smart ; Yet play I pray the gentle Pyrats part , And as thou lou's my life , yet leaue me one : But brooke them both I gladlie grant and stay , How canst thou ride in raging raine and wind ? Yet thou must goe , and woe is me away : Then take my heart , and leaue me thine behind . I gaue thee mine , O then giue thine to mee , That mine and thine be one twix mee & thee . Vna fides , vnus lectus , et vnus amor .

To LAIS . I Haue compard my Mistris many time To Angels , Sun , Moone , Stars , & things aboue : My Conscience then condem'd me of a crime , To things below when I conferd my Loue : But when I find her actions all are vane , I thinke my Rimes and Poyems all profane . With perfect eyes her Pageants I espy , To no thing now can I compare my Dame , But Theramenes shoo ; the reason why , It seru'd each foote : and she can do the same : She hears the sutes of rich , poore , great , & small , And has discretion to content vs all . Si vitium leuitas , nulla puella hona est .

To PANDORA . FAine would I goe , and faine would I abide , Sweet Hais agene , and kisse me erre I go , Denie mee not since there is none beside , No teltale here , though thou wouldst giue me two : Yet giue me one , if thou wilt giue no mo ; But one is none , then giue mee two or three , Thy Balmie breath doth still bewitch me so , As I must haue an other kisse , or die , Thy Rubent blush now bids take leaue of thee : Faine would I goe , and I would kisse as faine , Then giue me one , or change a kisse with mee : If neither giue nor change , take all againe : When thine & mine are thus conturb'd , I kno Thou canst but smile , that I deceiu'd thee so . Mihi dulcia iunge Oscula , et in nostr● molle quiesse sinn .

To PENELOPE . WHile fierce Achilles at the siedge of Troy , ( the fatall Nimphs had so decreed ) was slaine A sodaine strife arose who should enioy The Armes of that praise-worthie Grecian : Aiax alleg'd he should the Arm 's obtaine , And by the sword to win and weare them vow'd , Vlisses said , they should be his againe : And he them gaind , if Stories may be trow'd , But lo the shield by Sea 's was loosd , wee read , And by a storme driu'n from Vlisses sight , And rould to Aiax graue , though he was dead , To show the world that he had greatest right : So when my tombe shal end those teares of mine there shalt thou sigh & say , I should been thine . Tum flebit cum mi senserit esse fidem .

To CINTHIA . OFt haue I ment with Musicke , sleepe , & wine , The soueraine cur's for superficiall cares , For to reuiue this wounded heatt of mine , And free my selfe from sorow , sighs , and teares : Yet neither all , nor any one of those , Haue force to end , or cure , or change my woes : My griefs are growne to such confused force , No number rests for more , nor place for worse . If I had merit to be martird still , And with the furie of thy frowns abus'd , I could digest thy gloomings with goodwill , And neither looke nor craue to be excus'd : I loue my Rod like Moses ; but if I Perceiue it proue a Serpent , I must flie . If thou wilt bind me still to be thine owne , Smile stil ( faire Dame ) if not , I pray thee frowne . Vincuntur molli pectora dura prece .

To LITHOCARDIA . FAlse Eriphile sometime did betray Facidic wise Amphiaraus her spouse , ( Who willing from the Theban warres to stay ) To hide himselfe secure at home he trow's : Thus while his driftes Adrastus disallow's , She ( knowing that her husband should be slaine At Thebes ) for a golden chaine auow's To tell Adrastus where he did remaine ; And thus reueald , he goes against his will , But leaues Alcmeon to reuenge his wrack On Eriphile , which he did fulfill , When dolefull newes of fathers death came backe So since in loue thou art so vnloyall so long , Some strange Alcmeon must reuenge my wrong . Quaeque prius nobis intulit illa ferat .

To LAIS . WHen Cressid went from Troy to Calchs tent , and Greeks with Troians were at skirmidg hot Then Diomed did late and aire frequent Her companie , and Troil was forgot : Thou lay alone , such was allace thy lot , And Paris brookt poore Menela thy Dame , Shee twind in two the matrimoniall knot , And tooke a stranger when thou went from hame . Such is my case , if I may say for shame , I florisht once ; once there was none but I : I once was lou'd , and I haue lost the same , And as God liu's , I know not how nor why : So that my Sainct for falshood I am sure , May match the Grecian or the Troian whore . Non sum ego qui fueram , mutat via longa puella● , Quantus in exiguo tempore fugit amor .

To KALA. OFt haue I sworne ; oft hast thou pray'd me too No more to loue , nor more to looke on thee : Since looks and loue haue made so much adoo Twixt loueles thee , and vnbeloued mee : Yet were I dam'd without redres to die , I can not cease from seruing thee faire Dame : Yea thou and all the woondering world shall see The fayth , the force , the furie of my flame , Most like vnto the questing Dogge am I , Who still doth on his angry Maister fawne , While thou corrects , I kindly quest and cry , And more thou threats , the more I am thine owne Thus loue or loath , or cherrish mee or chide , Where once I bind , but any breach I bide . Sit mihi panpertas tecum iucunda neaera .

To KALA. WHen Aedipus did foolishly resigne His Kingdome to his Sonnes , that he & he , Aboue the Thebans yeare about should raigne , And that his Crowne biparted so should be , Polinices first raignd , but faith we see , He from the Crowne Eteocles debars : Thus while they liue , they neuer can agree , And after death , their burning bones made warrs . My riuall foe against all right enioyes That Crowne & Kingdome which pertains to me That proud vsurper worker of my noyes , Shall find a foe , vnto the day I die , And were we dead , that are too long aliue , Our Ashes in th' exequial vrne would striue . Riualem possum non ego ferre Jonem .

At the newes of IDEAS death , Dialogue twixt the Poets Ghost and Charon . Ghost .

COme Charon come :

( Ch )

Who cals ?

( Gh. ) a wandring Ghost , By fortune led vnto the Stygian shore . , ( Ch. )

What seeks thou heere ?

( Gh. ) a safe transpor● with post , As thou hast done to many mo before . ( C. )

Who slew thee thus ?

( G. ) euen she whom I adore , Hath rould my name in scrowls of black disgrace . ( Ch )

What made her thus into thy griefe to glore ?

( G. )

Loue was my foe , & chang'd in wars my peace .

( C. ) Go then aback , this Barke shall not imbrace The smallest one whom Loue at fead hath borne . ( Gh. ) That shall I not , for lo before thy face , I shall ou'r saile the flood and thou had sworne : The Darts of Loue both Boat & Oares , shal bee , Sighs shall be winds , and Teares a Styx to mee .

An other Dialogue to the same purpose . Ghost .

COme Charon come .

( Ch. )

Who cals ?

( Gh. ) a martyrd man , Since Fame foorthtold the fairest faire was deid . ( Ch. )

What seeks thou ?

( Gh. ) Help to croce thy waters wan , And I will pay thee for thy paines with speed . ( Ch. ) Thou seems to be a quick & liuing leid , And not a vmber , nor a palled Ghaist . ( Gh. ) Feare not for that , since I for passage pleid , But let mee haue thy helping hand with haist . ( C. ) Though sage Aeneas did o're-saile my streame By Sybils helpe , none els must goe againe . ( G. ) Then thinks thou Charon , to enioy my Dame And stay my voyage from th' Elesian plaine ? ( C. )

Yes surely yes .

( G ) No Charon thou shalt lie For Loue hath wings , and I haue learnd to flie . Panditur ad nullas Janua nigra prec●s .

IDEA after long sicknes , becommeth weil ; and as he wept for her , he wishes compensation of her teares in his distresse . O Beautie doomb astonish'd Maruels chyld , The wanton obiect of my weeping eie , Blith was my heart before I was beguyld , And made to beare a seruile yoake by thee : But now allace , though I by birth be free , And not a slaue-borne Muscouite by kind , My Sainct so Lords my heart , that now I see , There is no manumission to my mind . Faire heauenly Tigres , be no more vnkind , I wept for thee , when weerds did all conspire Thy wrack ; O then behold how I am pind : Weepe thou for me , thy teares may quench my fire As I did thine , so meene thou my estate , And be not cald the worst of ills ingrate . Sis ingrata licet fi modo bella manes .

To CYNTHIA . PRoud Zeuxis gaue his Pictures all for nought , Such was the loue he to his labors bore , That by no gold nor price they could be bought , And thus saue thanks poore man , he gaind no more I am as poore , and euen as proud as hee , For Loue nor Lines I craue no price from thee . For if thou digne but with a gracious smile , To looke my Lines , and spie how I am pind , And with my toyes the swift wingd time begile , Then am I paide according to my minde ▪ Joues oath was Styx , and Phaebus Daphnes haire ; But from hencefoorth I by thy smiles wil sweare .

To ERANTINA . NO hart so hard , tho wrought of Vulcans steele , Or fearcely forg'd of Adamantine stone , That doe endure or last so long so leele , As mine , who loues thee most vnlouing one , Whose purpose is and plot , as I suppone , Most cruellie her captiue thrall to kill , Who onely liues to loue but her alone : Though she reward my true intent with ill : Such is my state , I but abide her will , Shee has the fatall stick into her sleeue , And when she list her furie to fulfill , Althea-like she may my breath bereaue : Nor leue vnlou'd , I rather choose to die , Then beat the fire , and burne the fatall tree . Nam mea crudeles tetigerunt corda sagitte , Atque animam petijt vulneris asperitas .

To PANDORA . Canst thou haue eares , & wil not heare my plaint Canst thou haue eies , & wil not wipe my teares Hast thou a heart , and feeles not how I faint , Debating twixt dispairing hops and feares ? Canst thou not see those sad and ciuill weairs Which are within the kingdome of my heart , Where Legions of persuing pangs appeairs , My vtter wrake and ruine to impart ? Heere burns the fire , there sticks the deadly dart : Here teares me droun , there smoky sighs me smore Here Beauty wounds , there riuals runs athwart , And ielous eyes do pry into each pore : When al these al and thou my wrack contriues , I can not last , and I had twentie liues . Perfida sed duris genuit te montibus horrens , Cantasus , hircaneque admorunt vbera tigr●s .

Newyeares gift to PENELOPE . THat Colatine did talke in Tarquins tent , His Ladie Lucrece was most chast most faire , Hee afterward had reason to repent , Shee died a deemd adultres in dispaire . The Lydian King brought naked both and bare , His wife before his friend for to be seene , Which brought him selfe wee see into the snare , For he was slaine , and Giges brookt his Queene . Yet can not all these wracks forewarne my Muse , To hold her peace , but prayse thee more & more : I loue thee still , and I will not refuse , Though small allace , be my reward therefore . And so ( faire Dame ) for Newyears gift receaue My heart thine owne , my selfe to be thy slaue .

To PENELOPE . WHen Alexander did subdue and bring The coastly Iles of Inde to his Empire , Hee captiue tooke proud Porus Indian King , And bid him aske what most he did desire ? Nought said braue Porus do I now require , But that thou vse me as a King should bee , Thou shalt haue friendly hostage to thy hyre : And for my sake I graunt thy sute ( said hee . ) Long with my passions haue I borne debate , Oft haue I fought , and now haue lost the feeld , It is my fortune for to be defeate . I am thy Captiue , and faire Dame I yeeld : As Macedo was to the King of Jnde , If not mine , yet for thy cause be kinde .

To LAIS . WHen Dionise was shut from Regall seat , And quite deposd from his Imperial throne For tyrannies too tedious to repeate , Which made oft times the Siracusans grone , When he was thus disgrac'd , and left alone : He could not cease to play the tyrant still , He grew a pedant infants poore anone , He taught and quhipt to exercise his ill . I with my Loue haue plaid the licher long , And shee the loun with many moe then mee : This custome vile , maks sinne to seeme no wrong ▪ And she must turne a common Whoore I see , Though both be bad , and each of both vnsure , I rather serue a tyrant then a whoore .

To absent PANDORA . LOng since hath Cynthia shown her ful fac'd prid And now compeirs with crescent horns againe Since at the banks of Neptuns flowing tide , I tooke my leaue and shew how I was slaine : Allace allace , they haue not wept in vaine , Who left vs annals of eternall date , Condemning absence for a cruell paine , A foe to fayth , a vnfriend vnto fate : A happy life had I in loue of late , To ioy the sweete fruition of thy face , Now from thy sight estranged is my state . Since all my life is darknes and disgrace : Yet midst my woes I wish that well thou bee , And with the winds I send those sighes to thee . Nulla mihi fine te rident loca , displicet aquor , Sordet terra , leues od● cum retihus hamos .

To PENELOPE seeke . WEre I as skild in Medecine as hee , Who did restore Hippolits health againe , When he was torne with horse ; then shouldst thou see I should prepare emplasters for thy paine : But since I am no Aesculap at all , I am thy Bondman , and thy Beadman thrall . Phaebe fau● , laus magna tibi trib●etur , in vn● Corpore seruato restituisse duos .

Newyeares gift to IDEA . THe Locrian King Zaleucus made a law , That each adultrar both his eyes should lose , But when his Sonne was faultie first he saw , That sacred Kings haue hid and secret foes , Incontenent vnto the stage he goes , And from his Sonne one eye , one of his owne He caus'd pull out , and in the sight of those A carefull King , a father kind was knowne . In Janus Kalends faire and louely sweet , Time out of minde hath been a custome old , That friends their friends with mutual gifts should greet To keep true kindnes from becomming cold . Zaleucus-like these Lines are sent by mee , To keepe the law and kith my Loue to thee . Da veniam merui nil ego , iussit amor .

To CINTHIA . Why loues thou more ( faire dame ) thy Dog then mee ? what can he do but ( as the Scholer said At Xanthus feast ) shake eares and tayle on thee ? And I can do much more to make thee glade , With tedious toyle and longsome labour made . Hee can perhaps bring thee thy Glo●e , or whyl● Thy Kirchiff when t' is either left or laide Behind thy heeles with sweet and backast smyles : But I , whom thou disdainefully exyles From thy sweet bed , and thy most sweet embrace ; Which fawning Currs with filthy feet defiles , I could doe more , but I l●ck leaue allace : Fie Natures bastard , make no Dog thy Loue , Least thou a Monster , I a Martyr pro●e .

To KALA. I First receiud since did sweet Sainct vnfold Thy louely Lines , the legat● of thy mind , And did with blith & ioy-swolne breast behold How thou continew'd constant , true , and kind . But when I did perceiue how thou wast pind , Pind for the absence of thy loue-sick sw●●ne , My toong was doomb , my silent eyes were blind , I read and mus'd , and mus'd and read againe : And be thou ●udge ( deare hea●● ) if I was faine ▪ When I euolu'd from out the Pape● whit , That Symboll , swe●te transparent pure & plaine , Wherein some time thou ●●oke so much delight : Yea th●ise each day ▪ ( faire Mistris ) till we meet , I kis thy Symboll , and thy golden sheet . Quisquis ad hanc vertit peregrinam littera puppim , Ille mihi de te multa rogatus abit .

To KALA. I Sweare ( sweet Kala ) by my flames , thy eyes , O eyes : no eyes , but rather starres diuine : Sweet Dionean twins into their skies , And by those kind alluring looks of thine , I sweare by all our teares whils thine , whils mine , Nor mine nor thine , but both combind in one : By all the sighs blowne from the sacred shrine Where Craigs true heart hath his heroick throne , I sweare by all our secret vow 's each one , Made in the darke , and reconfirmd by day : By all our kisses when we were allone , And all the wishes when I went away : Let Weerds and Fortune do the worst they can I am in spight of Mis●●s Nose , thy ma● .

To KALA. O How I long to heare from thee againe , And vnderstand the tenor of thy state : Thrise hath the Moone begun to wax and wane , With spheirs and horns since I receiu'd thy wreat : Then giue mee leaue ( sweet Lady ) to regrate , Since thou may haue of traualing troups such store , And I haue sent so many lines of late , Thou art vnkind , and woe is mee therefore : Each one that comes from thee , or from thy shore , In hope of newes , I entertaine for thee : Each Post I meet , each Horne I heare , yeelds more Harmonious sounds , then musicke sweet to mee : But when my hopes proue naught with sory mind , I sigh & say , vnkind , vnkind , vnkind . Tempora fi numeres bene quae numeramus amantes , Non venit ante suam nostra querela diem .

To CYNTHIA . WHen those which at Ardea did remaine With Aracins did many times contend For Confind Lands , which neither could obtaine , In many Battails , though much blood they spend , Yet that sometime the strife should take good end Both they and those referre them selu's to Rome , Imperious Romans parties both offend , And to them selues the questiond Lands assume . Long warres heue been betwixt thy Maid & mee , Yf shee or I my louesicke heart should haue ; Shee thinks it hers , it was once mine , and wee To end this strife , thy sacred sentence craue . Thou like these conquering Romans in this cas● By spoyling both , posseyds my heart in peace . Cynthia prima fuit Cynthia finis erit .

To ERANTINA . THe ielous eyes which watch my louing Dame , And Argus-like to trap mee still attend , They with my losse allace , but seeke her shame : Which I beseech thee louing Lord defend . O would to God my honest course were kend , Or that my breast were made of Cristall cleare , That triall might be tane what I intend : And my true part in presence might appeare . But ( O allace and weladay ) I feare , These iarres shall soone ingender such debate , As shall but doubt debarre mee from my deare , And enterchange my wonted good estate . O harmonie vnhappiest of all , Bad chance brings change , and change hath fram'd my fall . Res est solliciti plena timoris amor .

To ERANTANA . DIsordered Haires the types of my disgrace , The testimonies of my seruile state : Ou'ruaile my wanne and pale disfigured face , And let my fauour answere to my fate : For since I am th' vnhappiest hee , I waite That Loue , or Fortunes enuie can assaile : What resteth then ? but still for to regrate , Since word , nor writ , nor prayers can preuaile : And since my deare disdainfullie doth deale With hopeles mee , who was and is her owne , My pearsing paines shall on my visage pale , With hoarie , rough , & crumpled skin be knowne . And such as sees my furrowed face , shall say , The faire Vnkind is cause of my decay . Illa dies fatum misero mihi dusit ab illa , Pessi●a mutati cepit amoris hyems .

To ERANTINA . LOng haue I had long haires vpon my head , Long haue I had hid harmes within my heart , Yet none of those are powerfull for to plead The smallest salue or softning to my smart . Could I draw foorth the sharpe and golden dart , Wherewith allace , I secretlie am slaine : Or put those black vnpouled locks apart , For which the world accompts mee to be vaine : Could I to flit as to be fast be faine , Or thinke that foule that I haue thought too faire , There should no harme into my heat remaine , Nor should my head be ouerhung with haire . Sweet , if thou loues me , powll those locks I pray Yf not , cut life , loue , locks , and all away .

To PANDORA . O What a world I suffer of extreames , Twixt hot desire and icie cold dispaire : Most like the swift impetuous tyds of Theames , Are those the ebs and flowings of my care : I liue allace , a martire late and aire , Coold with dispaire , and burnd with hot desire : I see allace , and can not slip the snare , In floods I frie , and freeze amid the fire : In Sestian seas to Her● sweet I swim , And faine would touch the fimber of her goun , Hoys'd with desire vnto the clouds I clim , But by dispaire Leander-like I drown : My D●lphin deare , let not Arion dee , Saue mee vnsunke , and I shall sing to thee . Quicquid ●o●abor dicere uersus erit .

To PANDORA . FAire Sicil fertill first of Cruell Kings , When Dionise did all thy state ouerthrow , And wrought so many strange & monstrus things And led so long a life without all law : Sad sorrow was the Syracusan Song , And all saue old Hymera , wish'd him dead , Shee wish'd him wee l , cause many tyrants sprong : And were hee gone , a worser would succeed . It is my weird , and woe is mee therefore , To serue and loue where recompence is none . Oft haue I chang'd , and now can change no more For badder ay succeeds , when bad are gone . And this sweet hart maks me thy beadman thral , Least by thy losse , in harder haps I fall . Quando ego non t●●●ui graniora pericula verit .

To PANDORA . When Scythian Lords long from their lands had bein Their slaues vsurp'd their absent Maisters place : both wealth & wiues they breok'd before their eine And did the same seuen yeares posses in peace : They turning home , and seeing such disgrace , fought with their seruants for their wealth & wiues But by the men the maisters gat the chase , And hardly scap'd with hazard of their liues . Then they consult with neither swords nor glaues , Nor open warres , to make their foes to yeeld , with whips & wands they bat their randring slaues And by the change of weapons wan the feeld . Since sighs , nor teares , nor ditties can subdue thee I must ( faire sweet ) with Scythian armes persue thee

To IDEA . I Put my hand by hazard in the hat Where many names did intermixtly lie , With her and her were you and this and that , A fortune blind , or niuie nake to trie : And lo such was my luckie lucke that I Among so many , found thy Noble name , And on my head , that thou and all may spie , I well auow the wearing of the same : It shall inferre no foyle vnto thy fame , That thou art borne vpon so base a head : A Begger find's a stone of curious frame , And yet the stone remaines a stone indead . So thou art thou , and of more worth to mee , Deare Valentine , then thou wast wont to bee .

To LITHOCARDIA . GReat Alexander gaue a straight command , That euery Souldier in the Camp should shaue And that his face as haireles as his hand , Both Greeke and Persian time of warrs should haue : When Armes were put a part , he lent full leaue To weare long beards ; a signe of fat-fed peace : And thus in Greece a stranger might perceiue The Countries state into the Souldiers face . I am content that custome to imbrace ; I haue no beard to show my peace with thee : But thou wilt say , my hairs portend disgrace , And discontent is in my downcast eye : It is too true ; but let me rise or fall , Or sinke or swim , I am thy feruient thrall . Addimus his precibus lachrimas quoque verba preantis , Perlegis , et lachrimas fi●ge iudere meas .

To LAIS . WHy loue I her that loues not mee againe ▪ Why am I friendly to my fr●mmit foe ? Why doe I weare my wayting on in vaine , In seruing her that hath deceiu'd mee so ? Why did I thus my freedome sweet forgo , To pleasure her that plagu●● mee with disdaine ? Or wish her wee l that euer wrought my woe , And would not sigh suppose shee saw me slaine : O foolish I , and haples I alone . No then , O faythlesse and disloyall shee , Whose try'd vntrueth thus maks me to complain● And wish before the fixed day to die : For now tint time and trauell maks me sure , I playd the foole , and she has playd the hoore . Periuriavidet a●aut●● ▪ Jupiter et ventos ●rrita ferre iubet .

To LAIS . BRaue Troilus the Troian stou● and true , As more at length in Chau●er wee may find , Dreamd that a faire White Bull , as did insue , Had spoyld his Loue , and left him hurt behind . The Phrygian Nymphe Aenona dround in drerd , When Paris towards Grece made saile from Troy . In dreames foresaw , as after did succeed , Her Loue and foreine Ladie should enioy . When Hecuba the Wisemen did imploy , Her dreame of flaming Fire for to expon● , They shortly shew that Paris should destroy And set on fire faire ●lion sticke and stone . Right so might I , if weer●s had not withstand , In dolefull dreames foreseene the fall I fand . Quid tuneam ignere tunc● ta●●●●●●ia d●wers .

To IDEA . LAst yeare I drew ( faire Dame ) by very chance , Thy Noble name amongst a number moe : Glad was my soule to see the weirds aduance The happy hazard of my fortune so : And proud thereof , vpon my pate I plac'd thee , With anagram's and Sonets sweet I grac'd thee . But now ( wise Dame ) behold a wonder strange , Which both I wish thee to beleeue and heare : ( I am so loath where once I choose , to change ) That in my heart thou harbours all this yeare : Then from a Hat I drew thee err I saw thee , Now from my hart it is my doome to draw thee . Why should I hazard what I haue so sure , Or scrape thy name into a scuruie Scrowle ? O thou art writ in blood's characters pure , Within the center of my louesick soule : Let others try a fortune blind and beare thee , Both on my head & in my heart I 'le weare thee .

To KALA. BLind Loue ( allace ) and Ielosie vndoo That constant heart which I bequeath to thee : I loue thee most , and am most ielous too , By this I liue , by that vndone I die : Not that I thinke a fickle change can bee , Where vertue dwels , but that mine owne vnworth Is worse then twentie riuall foes to mee : My base estate these bastard thoughts brings foorth O were my moyane equall to my minde , Or were my wealth as great as my goodwill , Could I commaund the costlie Iles of Jude , Thou shouldst be weell , and I should feare no ill . Then Fortune , Fates , & all yee Gods aboue , Enlarge my luck , or els make les my loue . Venit amor grauius quo serius vrimur intus , Vrimur , et secum pectora vulnus habent .

To PANDORA . WHile gathering in the Muses garden flowrs , I made a Nosegay , which perfum'd the aire , Whose smell shall sauour to times latest hours , And shall for ay adorne thee cruel , faire . I laide mee downe vpon the grassie greene , Where I beheld fruit's , flowr's , and hearbs anew , Foorthspred by Flora glorious Sommers Queene , Whereon the calme and gentle Zephir blew : On haughtie hils , which Giant-like did threat To pearse the heauens with their aspiring head , Grew war-like Firs , strong Oaks , & Ceeders great , Whose shaddie boughs the leau●e groues ou'rspred Thus high and low I looked where I lay , Yet neither fruite nor flower was like my Hay .

To KALA. WHen silent night had spred her pitchie vaile On all the parts of Vestais fruitfull lace . And horned Luna pensiue fad and paile , Was at thy presence darkned with disgrace ; Thinke ( comely Kala ) with what kind embrace Wee shew the secrets of our sigh-swolne soule , How strict a bond we ty'd in litle space : Which none but heau'ns haue credit to controul● ▪ Sweet Shippardes thinke on thy Loue-sick swane , Whose life , whose all , doth on thy loue depend : Let nought saue death , deuide vs two againe , And let our loues euen with our liues take end ▪ And when I cease for to be true to thee , Breath vanish in the winds and let mee die . Dij preter hoc iuheant vt euntibus ordine fatis , Jlla meos oculos comprimat , atque suos .

To his Riuall and LAIS . AS thou art now , so was I once in grace , And thou wast once disgrac't , as now am I. O wonderous chaunce , o cruell contrarie case , O strange discord , yet greeing harmonie . I once was lou'd , thou loath'd ; but now espie How I am loath'd , and thou art lou'd alone : In this the wheele of Fortune you may try : I raignd , thou had no raigne ; thou raignes againe , Then happie thou , if so thou might remaine : But fayth thou must come downe there is no dout , And thou must be a partner of my paine , The nixt must needs haue place his time about : Els fortunes wheele should whirle about no more Nor Lais faire be fals , as of before . Turpius est pulchra nam meretrice nihil .

Farewell to LAIS . Thou fawns ( faire nimph ) for frindship at my hand And sayes , thou seeks no more of worldly blis : But feid forgot that friendship true may stand , And cryes met mercie if thou made amis . But harke my heart , and trust mee wee l in this , I can not loue a faigned friend ; no no : Since I am so acquaint with Judas kis , Shape not ( my sweet ) for to deceiue me so : For I haue read in Stories old , of two , Zethius and Amphion did discord , Till time Amphion musicke did forgo , Which by his fellow was so much abhord : Thy sute ( my sweet ) is seasond with such ●als , We shall not friend so long as thou art fals . Non amo te fateor quid enim simulare accesse est .

A sparing farewell to KALA. FOnd Celuis some time in a foolish vaine . Would needs applie emplasters to his foot , And would as sick men doe , sigh , weepe , & plaine , And make the world beleeue he had the Gout : And by this custome which he had , wee reed Dissembling Celuis tooke the Gout in deed . How many broyls betwixt vs two haue beene , Which I oft times of purpose would deuise , That in that sort our loue should scape vnseene , And vndeuulged in a darke disguise ? But fayth that custome hath deceiu'd mee so , That in effect I am thy fremcast foe . When first our Loue was in the pleasant prime , Thou lou'dst mee well , I lou'd thee well againe : But heere behold the strange effects of time , My fire turns frost , thy loue turns cold disdaine : Yet time may friend which made vs foes ; til whan , I wish thee weell , but am no more thy man . N●mque vbi non amor est vbi non miscentur amoris , Suauia nil lauti , nilque leporis inest .

A wrathfull farewell to KALA. THe whitest Siluer drawes the blackest skore , In greenest Grasse the deadly Adder lowrs , The fairest Sunne doth breed the sharpest showrs , The fowlest Toads haue fairest Stons in store : So fairs'd of Loue , and woe is mee therefore . In greenest Grasse lies hid the stinging Adder , In fairest shining Sunne the fowlest wadder , A precious Pearle plac'd in a poysning Pore : Shall I supp sweet mixt with so sowre a fals ? Or drinke the Gall out of a Siluer pot ? Or shall I cast on libertie a knot ? Als fast , als lows ; als lowse , als fast , ay fals : No , I beseech the Gods that rule aboue , They let me neuer leue , and euer I loue ▪ Durius in terris nihil est quod viuat antant● , Nec modo si sapias quod minus esse velis .

To PENELOPE . WHen Tyndaris was broght from Troy againe and princely Pergam leueld with the ground And fatfed earth with Phrygian flesh was faine Through shallow furrs faire fruit's for to refound , The facund wise Vlisses most renound , By fatall answers was foretold wee find , That he should not in deadlie deep 's be dround , Although withheld with many contrar wind : Yet that vnhappy and that bastard brat , That Parricid which from a farre should come , Telegonus whom he with Circe gat , Should kill his father at his comming home : Though I haue past as many storm 's as hee , The last is worst , and for thy loue I die .

Elegie to KALA. REed this , and then no more , this shal be last of all , And should been first , if now I could , my publisht Rymes recall , But they are gone abrod vpon the winges of Fame : Na , can the glyding Ocean waues put bounds vnto the same : The spacious Continent , Nor yet the bordering mane , Can neither h●ld the woes nor vowes of my vnquiet vane . Nor prayers , nor the prayse which I haue pend for thee , Which makes me thus for to be pind , and thee so proud to bee . This then shall be the last , since first it can not bee ; For I haue waird alreadie els a world of words on thee : But worlds Democrit said , were infinite , and so Thou looks to find infinites of worlds of words , or moe : No no ; my Poyems haue proclaymd thy prid , my paine , And I am wo that I haue waitd so many words in vaine . For I haue dryd the braine of my inuention quit , And neither conquered my desire , nor purchast thy delight . Lo then how I was led with Loue , that Lordly elff , That bred no pleasure vnto thee , nor profet to my selff : But as Phaeneus poore for Phisick sought in vaine , And by his foe was cur'd , when as hee hop'd hee had been slaine . So thy disdains haue cur'd my hurt and vlcerd hart , And I am weell against thy will , but sense of old-felt smart . To Sea with sweetest streams flows Hypanis the flood , But Exampeus poysning well , maks bad which erst was good . And thus vnlike it selfe grow's Hypanis : euen so Thy coy disdaine hath changd a friend , into a fremmed so . Thou sawst my dwining looks , my scalding sighs and sobs : Thou sawst my teare swolne eyes were full of liquid pearlie globs . And yet , as Nero proud , when Rome was burnd , did grow As glad as at a Comick sport , and laugh to see the low . So thou fals Tyran , thou from turret of thy prid , Thou smild at my mishaps as proud , as braue as Neptuns brid . But woorthy Phocion a Captaine braue and stout , For these vnkind Athenians , fought fourtie Batels out , And yet was slaine by them : and when he died , 't is told Hee pray'd his Sone for to forgiue his death , for kindnes old . So though I be in poynt by thy disdaine to die , My heart shall charge my houering hand , to write no ill of thee : For like Themistocles , I rather drinke the Gall , Then fight against my once good friend , though now my loue be small . Then sometime friend , farewell ; this is my most reuenge , To thinke no good , to write no ill , but last of all to change .

His Resolution of absence and farewell to Lithocardia . FAire Dame adue , for whom I dayly die , And quicke and dead a martyr still remaine : Now must I ●lit o fairest , farre from thee , And flie the force of vndeseru'd disdaine , Since I haue weard my warbling Verse in vaine . O Verse to be my sorows children borne , Abortiue birth brought foorth with too much paine And recompens'd too much with too much scorne : Since Lines and I and all are all forlorne , Faire Dame receiue this last enforst adew , For I shall see , if Fates haue not forsworne , If change of Nations natures can renew , If tract of time , if change of soyle or aire , May helpe thy Loue , or hinder my dispaire . Quid loquor infaelix , an non per sax a per igne , Quo me cunque pedes ducunt me●s agra sequetur .

His Reconciliation to Lithocardia after absence . O Lautia poore was glad , when th' Amazon Queene of yore , Receiu'd a Nosegay from her hand , suppose shee smeld no more . Cherillus heart was hois'd to highest heauens hee thought , When Macedo ouer lookt his Lines ; suppose hee lik'd them nought . So , if thou take my Verse , a louing poore propine , Which ouer-shadowed with thy sight , throughout the world shall shine . If thou the sheet receiue , though thou vnfold no folds , Yet shall those hidden Lines be blith , whilst thou their backs beholds : And I poore hopeles soule , thy weell affected man , Shall be as blith as Cherill was , or yet Olautia than . Take then my faultles Sheet , bedewd with mourning Inke , And if thou wilt not view my Verse , to know the thing I thinke ; Yet shall the Paper serue ( O faire and matchles Dame ) To be a Bottom to thy Silke , or safftie to thy Seame : But least my mourning Inke like Niobe's blacke tears , Should blacke thy braue Mineruik worke , whilst it thereto adhears , Pine with thy snow-white hand the Verse before thy view , That they may not infect nor foyle the farfet Silks faire hew : And thou shalt see no more set downe before thy face , For to reueale my endles woe , but this one word Allace , Allace , allace , allace , Allace , allace againe , Ten thousand times allace allace , can not expres my paine . Allace I am thine owne , na haue I hap to vew Heraclits flood of change thereby , my nature to renew . None knew of Hercules the poysoning deadly shafts , But Philoctetes ; none but I complains conceals thy crafts . Though thou hast faild to mee , I am not false to thee : I am thy Beadman day by day , and bondman till I die . And would to God thou hadst rich Amaltheas horne , To yeeld what fruites thou list , though I liue lightlied and forlorne . Aeneas lost at Troy , Creusa faire his wife And through and with ten thousand Greeks hee made a desperat strife : And rooming vp and downe , emboldned with dispaire , Hee cryd aloud Creusa come , but could not find her there , And still he crid , till time her pallid ghost anone Appeard , and gaue him certaine signs that she was dead and gone . So shall thy soule thy Ghost begin for to remoue , And leaue to be within thy brest , before I leaue to loue : And when thy Ghost is gone , and past th' Elisian lake , No Dido shall complaine of mee , nor suffer for my sake . If Romans did returne in Arms of shining Steell Our Rubicon , then were they deemd foes to the common weell : But my returns to thee , are full of loue and peace , As witnesseth this iterat , and oft said word Allace . If I haue said too much , let mee thy peace implore , And my Epiloge with a sigh I seale and say no more : Protesting since thou knows how I am sworne thine owne , And how thy Vertues by my Verse , throughout the world be known : Thou wilt haue some remorse vpon my carefull case , And let thy Courtasies conclude , my long long-cri'd Allace .

To LAIS . THe faire faced Woman , and deformed Ape , Hath Nature fram'd to want a taile wee see : The sillie beast with her vnseemelie shape , Seems well content and pleas'd that so should bee : And yet the Woman striueth euen and morne , To haue a taile and still in Naturs scorne . But let it be ( for to supplie this want ) Each discontented whore should haue one taile , What reason is 't ( since Nature knew them skant ) A pockie Punck with pluralties should deale ? This then is true , which I obserue as sure , A Beast hath more discretion , then a Whore . Hac venit in thalamos dote superba tuos .

His constant Resolution to ERANTINA . SHall absence long , or distance farr of place , With lowring looks of frem'd vnfriendly foes ? Shall tract of time for les or longer space , Haue any force to cause mee change my choyse ? No surelie no ; I am not one of those : I shall be found no falce nor flitting friend , My loue shall last as long as life suppose , Luck be not such as sometime I haue seen'd : But what reme●d , I may not mend ▪ but meen'd , And with your will I hold mee well content : Though many thwartering things haue interueend To interturb and stay our true intent , Yet all those iarres shall not my minde remoue The day of death shall be the date of loue . Dum paris aenone poterit spirare relicta , Ad fontem xanthi versa recurrat aqua .

Confirmation of his loue to ERANTINA . SHall absence long bring change , or make my minde to moue ? Or yet shall distaunce farre of place , vnlock the linke of Loue ? Shall either this or that , yon , or the other thing , Haue force to breake the blocke we band , before the Paphian King ? Thou art mine Hero still , and though the streams be stark , I through the waltering waues shall swim to thee but Boat or Barke . I am not Iasons meat , Maedea to beguile : My fayth is firme , this the cause exponis mee exile . Nor am I come by line of traytor Troians race ▪ I neuer thought no not by dreame , my Dido to disgrace . Nor am I hee who brought the black ●aill for the white , Least Ariad●e kild his syre , and if their wrack was white . A Pyramus I am in deed , in thought , in word , And should ( wist I thou wert not weell ) with blood imbrew my sword : And if by Fames report thy pains I can perceaue As Hemon did , shall I giue the Ghost aboue the graue . No that I looke to find such friendship on thy part , Or promis kept which ay shall be inshrind within my hart : Or that I greeue for grace thy honor to degrade , For if my Sainct be safe and sound , how can I but be glade . In tears as Biblus did , though I consume away , Who was huerted in a Well , as auncient Writers say . And though I be resolued to loue thee tearme of life , Yet must I leaue thee for a while , Vlysses left his wife . My word shall be my word , my kindnes shall be knowne , And with my oath I will no boure , for I am sworne thine owne . And for thy sake I vow the Pilgrems weed to weare , And when in wildsome wayes I walke , the Rod and Bag to beare : And this my hoarie head vnrased shall remaine ; A tipe of my continuing trueth , till wee two meet againe . And so with heauie hart , adue my dearest Dame , In happie state long mayst thou liue , till I enuie the same : And would to God thy wealth were such as I would wish . So till the Gods our meetings grant , thy snowie hand I kis .

To LAIS . IF Rodopae the loath some Strumpet vile , Became to be a great Aegyptian Queene , Put not sweet heart thy hop's into exile , Good luck may light vpon a life vncleene : Shee was a Queene , thou must an Emprice bee , For thou art thrise as great a whoore as shee . Cui madidos minxit mentula ●ulta sinus .

His vnwilling Farewell to PENELOPE . A Frind some time to Thracian Cotys send ▪ In signe of loue , a vessell rich and rare : But back againe before the bearer wend , Hee brake the same in peeces heere and there ; Not for contempt , but to preuent my care , I brake this gift which thou hast brought , said hee , For if my seruants breake the fame , I sweare , They should been bate , and I incensed bee . I Cotys-like ( proud Dame , to ease my paine , And that thou be not forst to heare my cries ) Must leaue to loue ; nor shall my Songs againe Thy surfet breed , nor come before thine eyes : Not , that I loath , where I so long did loue ▪ Thou art vnkind , and I must needs remoue .

His louing farewell to PANDORA . DEare to my soule once degne , those passions to peruse , The Swan-like Dir'ges and the Songs , of this my deeing Muse ; Which are Minerua-like , by beating of my braine , Brought foorth to shew the wondering world , my long suppressed paine : For like the doomb borne sonne of that rich Lydian King , Now at the imminent of death , with toong vntied I sing . Had Atis-like my foe thy wedding day been slaine By Tydeus fearce , then had I brook'd faire Ismene allaine . Or had thou been a man like her whom Phestne bred , Whom Telethusa promest with Ja●the faire to wed . Then had my riuall been as farr from thee as I , Nor had he now , nor thou been iudge to my complaint and cry . As Tantalus did cut poore Pelops corps a sunder , And made a banquet of his Sonne , vnro the Gods rare woonder : Yet did they recollect his cutted Corps againe , And Tantall they condemd to die In hunger staruing paine . So cruell thou hes karu'd ten thousand wayes my hart , And thou indures obdurat still , and senceles of my smart : Yet will the Gods , I hope , recure and purge my paine , And punish all thy cruelties , with cruelties againe . Had I Ixion-like made vaunt of Iunoes spoyle , With patience then I should abide thy furie and this foyle . But since it must be thus . from Athens I will flie , With wise Demosthen●s , and then in Neptuns asyll die . Then cruell faire farewell , I may remaine no more , I mind before wee meet againe , to see the C●ltik shore . But howsoeuer I err , or wheresoeuer I vaig , In weell , in wo , in want , and wealth , thou shalt command poore Crag : Yea might I make a Feast , as did Democrits sire , To all the Persian troups , ou'r which great Xerxes bore empire . Or were I begging bread like Ithák Irus poore , Whom proud Vlisses with his fist feld dead into the floore . Yea be I rich or poore , or poore and rich againe , At hazards all I am thy man , and so shall ay remaine . Faire Homicid farewell , against my heart I goe , And that al-make● knows I make a voyage full of woe : But euen as At●ri● with silence swee● doth 〈◊〉 ▪ And none pe●ce●●'s ●f vp or downe , or whither 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 So none saue thou shall 〈◊〉 the caus of all my pai●● ▪ And none shall know wherefore I goe , nor when I 〈…〉 againe . And so till time wee 〈◊〉 ▪ deare heart , whom I 〈◊〉 ▪ Farewell ; ye● 〈◊〉 me leaue to ●●gh ▪ and say , Farewell once more .

To his PANDORA from England . NOw while amid those daintie Douns & Dales with Shepheard Swains I sit vnknown to mee Wee sweetly sing , and tell pastorall tales : But my discourse and Songs-theame is of thee ; For otherwayes allace , how can it be . Let Venus leaue her blest abod aboue To tempt my Loue , yet thou sweet soule shalt see That I thy man , and thou shalt die my loue . No tract of time , nor sad eclipse of place , Nor absence long , which sometime were due cures To my disease , shall make thy slaue to cease From seruing thee till life or breath indures : And till wee meet , my rustick mats and I , Through woods & plains , Pandoras prayse shal cry .

To LAIS . HArpaste poore , was blind of either eye , Yet would thee not beleeue that it was so ▪ The roomes are darke wherein I dwell , sayd shee , Take mee abrod , and but a guyd I 'le go : The wife was led abrod into the wind , And yet poore soule she still continued blind . Thinks thou that change from this to yonder place ▪ Can caus thy shame and scandall to decay ? No Lais no , I pray thee hold thy peace , And put these fond opinions quite away : For while thy life , or yet my sins endu●● , The world shall say , thou art a shameles whore . Faemina nulla bona est , vel si bona contigit vlla , Nescio quo casu r●s mala facta bona est .

His faythfull seruice to IDEA . MY wandring Verse hath made thee known al● where Thou known by them , & they are known by mee ▪ Thou , they , and I , a true relation beare : As but the one , an other can not bee ; For if it chance by thy disdane I die , My Songs shal cease , and thou be known no more . Thus by experience thou mayst plainly see , I them , thou mee , and they do thee decore . Thou art that Dame whom I shall ay adore In spight of Fortune and the frowning Fats , Whose shining beautie makes my Songs to sore In Hyperbolik loftie ●eigh conceits : Thou , they , & I throughout the world be known They mine ▪ thou theirs , and last I am thine own .