A poetical rapsody containing, diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigalls, and other poesies, both in rime, and measured verse. Neuer yet published. The bee and spider by a diuerse power, sucke hony' & poyson from the selfe same flower.

A POETICAL RAPSODY Containing , Diuerse Sonnets , Odes , Elegies , Madrigalls , and other Poesies , both in Rime , and Measured Verse .

Neuer yet published .

The Bee and Spider by a diuerse power , Sucke Hony & Poyson from the selfe same flower .

●rinted at London by V.S. for Iohn Baily , and to be solde at his Shoppe in Chancerie lane , neere to the Office of the six Clarkes . 1602.

To the most Noble , Honorable , and Worthy Lord , William Earle of Pembroke , Lord Herbert of Caerdiffe , Marmion , and Saint Quintine . GReat Earle , whose high and noble minde , is higher And nobler , then thy noble high Degree : Whose outward shape , though it most louely bee , Doth in faire Robes a fairer Soule attier : Who Rich in fading Wealth , in endlesse Treasure Of Vertue , Valour , Learning , richer art : Whose present greatnes , men esteeme but part Of what by line of future Hope they measure . Thou Worthy Sonne , vnto a peerelesse MOTHER , Thou Nephew to great SIDNEY of renowne , Thou that deseru'st thy CORONET to crowne With Lawrell Crowne , a Crowne excelling t'other ; I consecrate these Rimes to thy great NAME , Which if thou like , they seeke no other fame . The deuoted Admirer of your Lordships noble virtues , FRA : DAVISON humbly dedicates , his owne , his Brothers , and Anomos Poems , both i● his owne , and their names .

To the Reader .

BEING induced , by some priuate reasons , and by the instant intreatie of speciall friendes , to suffer some of my worthlesse Poems to be published , I desired to make some written by my deere friend Anomos , and my deerer Brother , to beare them company : Both without their consent , the latter being in the low Country Warres , and the former vtterly ignorant thereof . My friendes name I concealed , mine owne , and my brothers , I willed the Printer to suppresse , as well as I had concealed the other : which he hauing put in , without my priuity , we must both now vndergoe a sharper censure perhaps then our nameles works should haue done , & I especially . For if their Poems be liked , the praise is due to their inuention , if disliked , the blame both by them , and all men will be deriued vppon me , for publishing that which they meant to suppresse .

If thou thinke wee affect fame by these kindes of writings , though I thinke them no disparagement e●en to the best iudgements , yet I answere in all our behalfes , with the Princely Shepheard Dorus ; Our hearts doe seeke another estimation .

If thou condemne Poetry in generall , and affirme , that it doth intoxicate the braine , and make men vtterly vnfit , either for more serious studies , or for any actiue course of life , I only say , Iubeo te stultum esse libenter : Since experience proues by examples of many , both dead and liuing , that diuers delighted and excelling herein , being Princes or States-men , haue gouerned and counceled as wisely , being Souldiers , haue commanded armies as fortunately , being Lawyers , haue pleaded as iudicially and eloquently , being Diuines , haue written and taught as profoundly , and being of any other Profession , haue discharged it as sufficiently as any other men whatsoeuer : If liking other kindes , thou mislike the Lyricall , because the chiefest subiect thereof is Loue ; I reply , that Loue being virtuously intended , & worthily placed , is the Whetstone of witt , and Spurre to all generous actions : and that many excellent spirits with great fame of witt , and no staine of iudgement , haue written excellently in this kind , and specially the euer-praise worthy Sidney : So as if thou will needs make it a fault , for mine owne part , Haud timeo , si iam nequeo defendere crimen Cum tanto commune viro .

If any except against the mixing ( both at the beginning and ende of this booke ) of diuerse thinges written by great and learned Personages , with our meane and worthles Scriblings , I vtterly disclaime it , as being done by the Printer , either to grace the forefront with Sir Ph. Sidneys , and others names , or to make the booke grow to a competent volume .

For these Poems in particular , I could aledge these excuses ; that those vnder the Name of Anomos , were written ( as appeareth by diuers things to Syr Philip Sidney liuing , and of him dead ) almost twentie yeers since , when Poetry was farre from that perfection , to which it hath now attained ; that my Brother is by profession a Souldier , and was not 18. yeeres olde when hee writt these Toyes : that mine owne were made most of them sixe or seuen yeeres since , at idle times as I iourneyed vp and downe during my Trauails . But to leaue their workes to iustifie themselues , or the Authors to iustifie their workes , and to speake of myne owne ; thy mislikes I contemne , thy prayses ( which I neither deserue , nor expect ) , I esteeme not , as hoping ( God willing ) ere long , to regaine thy good Opinion , if lost , or more deseruedly to continue it , if already obtained , by some grauer Worke . . Farewell .

FRA : DAVISON .

Two Pastoralls , made by Sir Philip Si●ney , neuer yet published .

Vpon his meeting with his two worthy Frien●● and fellow-Poets , Sir Edward Die●● and Maister Fulke Greuill . IOYNE Mates in mirth to me , Graunt pleasure to our meeting : Let Pan our good God see , How gratefull is our greeting . Ioyne hearts and hands , so let it be , Make but one Minde in Bodies three . Ye Hymnes , and singing skill Of God Apolloes giuing , Be prest our reedes to fill , With sound of musicke liuing . Ioyne hearts and hands , &c. Sweete Orpheus Harpe , whose sound The stedfast mountaynes moued , Let heere thy skill abound , To ioyne sweete friends beloued . Ioyne hearts and hands , &c. 〈◊〉 two and I be met , 〈◊〉 ●appy blessed Trinitie ; 〈◊〉 three most ioyntly set , 〈◊〉 firmest band of Vnitie . Ioyne hands , &c. 〈◊〉 ●elcome my two to me , E.D. F.G. P.S. 〈◊〉 number best beloued , 〈◊〉 ●ithin my heart you be 〈◊〉 friendship vnremoued . Ioyne hands , &c. ●iue leaue your flockes ●o range , ●g●t vs the while be playing , ●ithin the Elmy grange , ●our flockes will not be straying . Ioyne hands , &c. ●ause all the mirth you can , ●●nce I am now come hether , Who neuer ioy , but when ● am with you together . Ioyne hands , &c. ●ike Louers do their Loue , ●o ioy I , in you seeing ; ●et nothing mee remoue from alwayes with you beeing . Ioyne hands , &c. And as the Turtle-Doue To mate with whom he liueth , Such comfort , feruent loue Of you , to my hart giueth . Ioyne hands , &c. Now ioyned be our hands , Let them be ne'r a sunder , But linkt in binding bands By metamorphoz'd wonder . So should our seuer'd bodies three As one for euer ioyned bee . Sir Ph. Sidney .

Disprayse of a Courtly life . WALKING in bright Phoebus blaze Where with heate opprest I was , I got to a shady wood , Where greene leaues did newly bud . And of grasse was plenty dwelling , Deckt with pyde flowers sweetely smelling . In this wood a man I met , On lamenting wholy set : Rewing change of wonted state , Whence he was transformed late , Once to Shepheards God retayning , Now in seruile Court remayning . ●here he wandring malecontent , ●p and downe perplexed went , ●aring not to tell to mee , ●●ake vnto a sencelesse tree , ●ne among the rest electing ●hese same words , or this effecting : ●y old mates I grieue to see , ●oyde of me in field to bee , Where we once our louely sheepe , ●ouingly like friends did keepe , Oft each others friendship prouing , Neuer striuing , but in louing . ●ut may Loue abiding bee ●n poore shepheards base degree ? ●t belongs to such alone To whom arte of Loue is knowne : Seely shepheards are not witting What in art of Loue is fitting . Nay , what neede the Arte to those , To whom we our loue disclose ? It is to be vsed then , When we doe but flatter men : Friendship true in hart assured , Is by natures giftes procured . Therefore shepheardes wanting skill , Can Loues duties best fulfill : Since they know not how to faine , Nor with Loue to cloake Disdaine , Like the wiser sorte , whose learning Hides their inward will of harming . Well was I , while vnder shade Oten Reedes me musicke made , Striuing with my Mates in Song , Mixing mirth our Songs among , Greater was that shepheards treasure , Then this false , fine , Courtly pleasure . Where , how many Creatures be , So many pufft in minde I see , Like to Iunoes birdes of pride , Scarce each other can abide , Friends like to blacke Swannes appearing ▪ Sooner these than those in hearing . Therefore Pan , if thou mayst be Made to listen vnto me , Grant , I say ( if seely man May make treaty to god Pan ) That I , without thy denying , ●lay be still to thee relying . Only for my two loues sake , Sir Ed. D. and M. F.● 〈◊〉 whose loue I pleasure take , ●nly two do me delight With their euer-pleasing sight , ●f all men to thee retaining , ●●ant me with those two remaining . 〈◊〉 shall I to thee alwayes , ●ith my reedes , sound mighty praise ; ●●d first Lambe that shall befall , ●arely decke thine Altar shall : ●t please thee be reflected , ●●d I from thee not reiected . I left him in that place , ●●king pitty on his case , ●arning this among the rest , ●hat the meane estate is best , ●●tter filled with contenting , ●●yde of wishing and repenting . Sir Ph. Sidney .

Fiction how Cupid made a Nymph wound her selfe with his Arrowes . ●T chaunst of late a Shepheards swaine , That went to seeke a strayed sheepe , Within a thicket on the plaine , ●pide a daintie Nymph asleepe . ●er golden Haire ore-spread her face , ●er carelesse Armes abroad were cast , ●er Quiuer had her Pillowes place , ●er breast lay bare to euery blast . The Shepheard stood and gazde his fill , Nought durst hee doo , nought durst he say : When Chance or else perhaps his Will , Did guide the God of Loue that way . The crafty boy that sees her sleep , Whom if shee wakte , he durst not see , Behinde her closely seekes to creepe , Before her nap should ended bee . There come , he steales her shaftes away , And puttes his owne into their place , Ne dares he any longer stay , But ere she wakes , hies thence apace . Scarce was hee gone , when shee awakes , And spies the Shepheard standing by ; Her bended Bowe in haste shee takes , And at the simple Swaine let fly . Foorth flew the shafte , and pierst his hart , That to the ground hee fell with paine : Yet vp againe forthwith hee start , And to the Nymphe hee ran amaine : Amaz'de to see so strange a sight , She shot , and shot , but all in vaine , The more his wounds , the more his might , Loue yeeldeth strength in midst of paine . Her angry Eyes are great with teares , She blames her hands , she blames her skill ; The bluntnesse of her Shaftes she feares , And try them on her selfe she will . Take heed , sweet Nimph , try not the shaft , Eache little touch will pricke the harte , Alas , thou knowest not Cupids craft , Reuenge is ioy , the End is smart . Yet try she wil , and prick some bare , Her Hands were glou'd , and next to hand Was that faire Breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepheard sencelesse stand . That brest she prickt , and through that brest , Loue findes an entry to her hart : At feeling of this new-come Guest , Lord how the gentle Nimph doth start ! Shee runnes not now , she shootes no more , Away the throwes both shaftes and bowe , Shee seekes for that she shun'd before , She thinke the Shepheards haste too slowe . Though mountaines meet not , Louers may : So others doo , and so doo they . The God of Loue sittes on a tree , And laughes that pleasant sight to see .

DIALOGVE betweene two shepheards , Thenot and Piers , in praise of ASTREA , made by the excellent Lady , the Lady Mary Countesse of Pembrook at the Queenes Maiesties being at her house at Anno 15. ●hen . I Sing diuine ASTREAS praise , O Muses ! help my wittes to raise , And heaue my Verses higher . Piers. Thou needst the truth but plainely tell , Which much I doubt thou canst not well , Thou art so oft a lier . ●hen . If in my Song no more I show , Than Heau'n , and Earth , and Sea do know , Then truely I haue spoken . ●iers . Sufficeth not no more to name , But being no lesse , the like , the same , Else lawes of truth be broken . ●●en . Then say , she is so good , so faire , With all the earth she may compare , Not Momus selfe denying . ●●ers . Compare may thinke where likenesse holds , Nought like to her the earth enfoldes , I lookt to finde you lying . Then. ASTREA sees with Wisedoms sight , Astrea workes by Vertues might , And ioyntly both do stay in her . ●iers . Nay take from them , her hand , her minde , The one is lame , the other blinde , Shall still your lying staine her ? ●hen . Soone as ASTREA shewes her face , Strait euery ill auoides the place , And euery good aboundeth . Piers. Nay long before her face doth showe , The last doth come , the first doth goe , How lowde this lie resoundeth ! ●hen . ASTREA is our chiefest ioy , Our chiefest guarde against annoy , Our chiefest wealth , our treasure . Piers. Where chiefest are , three others bee , To vs none else but only shee ; When wilt thou speake in measure ? Then. ASTREA may be iustly sayd , A field in flowry Roabe arrayd , In Season freshly springing . Piers. That Spring indures but shortest time , This neuer leaues Astreas clime , Thou liest , instead of singing . Then. As heauenly light that guides the day , Right so doth thine each louely Ray , That from Astrea flyeth . Piers. Nay , darknes oft that light enclowdes , Astreas beames no darknes shrowdes ; How lowdly Thenot lyeth ! Then. ASTREA rightly terme I may , A manly Palme , a Maiden Bay , Her verdure neuer dying . Piers. Palme oft is crooked , Bay is lowe , Shee still vpright , still high doth growe , Good Thenot leaue thy lying . Then. Then Piers , of friendship tell me why , My meaning true , my words should ly , And striue in vaine to raise her . Piers. Words from conceit do only rise , Aboue conceit her honour flies ; But silence , nought can praise her . Mary Countesse of Pembroke .

A Roun-de-lay in inuerted Rimes , betweene the twoo friendly Riuals , Strephon and Klaius , in the presence of VRANIA , Mistris to them both . Strephon. O Whither shall I turne mee , From thine eies sight , Whose sparkling light With quenchles flames , present , & absent burne n For I burne when as I view them , And I burne when I eschew them . Klaius . P●nce I cannot eschew them , But that their light Is in my sight , ●oth when I view them not , and when I view the Ere their flames will cease to burne me , From my selfe my selfe must turne me . Strephon. When none are present by you , I feele their might , And your eies bright ●ppeare more glorious , others being nie you . So alone , or else compared , Wretch I am by them ensnared . Klaius . ●ince that I am insnared By your eies bright , And feele their might , Whether alone they be , or else compared , Wheresoeuer I am nie you , Loue I must , if I be by you . Strephon. When you looke kindely on me , They loue incite : And spite of Spite I loue them likewise , when you frowne vpon me . So , how e're your lookes are framed , By your lookes I am inflamed . Klaius . ●ince that I am inflamed , Ee'n by their spite ; And they incite ●oul-warming flames when they are mildly framed , Howsoe're you looke vpon me , Loue I must , if you looke on me . Strephon. 〈◊〉 when shall I them banish , Since against right , Nor day nor night , ●hough absent from me , from me they do vanish ? So no respite Time doth graunt me , But incessantly they haunt me . Klaius . ●ince they ( alas ) do haunt me Both day and night . And wonted right Obtain'd by absence , absence doth not grant me : Night and day may sooner vanish , Then from mee I can them banish . Strephon. They , when the Day doth leaue mee , Lodge in my spirite ; And of their sight , No sight by day discerned can bereaue mee . So , nor Day ought else reuealeth , Nor the Night the fame concealeth . Klaius . Since Day , like Night concealeth Each other sight , And to my spirite Concealing Darknes ; them like Day reuealeth . Time of time must quite bereaue mee , Ere your lookes , sweet lookes , will leaue me ▪ Walter Dauison .

STREPHONS PALINODE . Strephon , vpon some vnkindenes conceiued , hauing ma●● shew to leaue VRANIA , and make loue to anoth●● Nymph , was at the next solemne assembly of shepheard not onely frowned vpon by VRANIA , but command with great bitternesse out of her presence : Whereuppo● sory for his offence , and desirous to regaine her gra●● whom he neuer had forsaken , but in shew , vpon his kne● he in this Song humbly craues pardon : and VRANI● finding his true penitence , and vnwilling to loose so wo●thy a seruant , receiues him againe into greater gra●● and fauour than before . SWEETE , I doe not pardon craue , Till I haue , By deserts , this fault amended : This , I onely this desire , That your ire May with penance be suspended . Not my Wil , but Fate did fetch Me poore wretch , Into this vnhappy error . Which to plague , no Tyrants minde Paine can finde , Like my hearts selfe-guiltie terror . ●hen , O then ! let that suffize ; your deare Eies Need not , need not more afflict me . ●or your sweet Tongue dipt in gall , Need at all ●rom your presence interdict me . ●nto him that Hell sustaines , No new paines Need be sought for his tormenting . O my paines helles paines surpas : Yet alas ! You are still new paines inuenting . W●y my Loue , long firme and true , Borne to you . ●●y these teares my greefe expressing . T●y this Pipe which nights and daies Sounds your praise , ●itty mee my fault confessing . Or if I may not desire , That their yre ●ay with pennance bee suspended ; ●et let me full pardon craue , When I haue , With soone death my fault amended .

VRANIAES Answer in inuerted Rimes , Staffe for Staffe . SInce true pennance hath suspended Fained yre , More I le grant then you desire . Faults confest are halfe amended , And I haue , In this halfe , al that I craue . Therefore banish now the terror , Which you finde In your guiltlesse grieued minde . For though you haue made an Error , From mee wretch First biginning it did fetch . Ne're my sight I le interdict thee More at all . Ne're speake words more dipt in gall . Ne're ne're will I more afflict thee With these Eies , What is past , shal now suffize . Now new Ioyes I le be inuenting . Which ( alas ) May thy passed woes surpas . Too long thou hast felt tormenting , Too great paines So great Loue and Faith sustaines : Let these Eies ( by thy confessing worthy praise ) Neuer see more nights nor daies . Let my woes be past expressing , when to you ●t cease to be kind and true . Thus are both our States amended , For you haue Fuller pardon then you craue , And my feare is quite suspended , Since mine ire Wrought th' effect I most desire . Fra: Dauison .

I. EGLOGVE . A Shepheard poore , Eubulus call'd he was , ( Poore now alas , but erst had iolly beene ) ●ne pleasant morne when as the Sunne did passe ●he fiery hornes of raging Bull betweene , His little Flocke into a Meade did bring , As soone as day-light did begin to spring . ●resh was the Meade , in Aprils liuerie dight , ●eckt with green Trees , bedewd with siluer Brooks , ●ut ah ! all other was the shepheards plight , ●ll other were both sheepe and shepheards lookes . For both did shew by their dull heauy cheere , They tooke no pleasure of the pleasant yeere . ●e weeping went , ay me that he should weepe ! ●hey hung their heads as they to weep would learn . ●is heauy Heart did send forth sighings deepe . ●hey in their bleating voyce did seeme to yearne . He leane and pale , their fleece was rough & rent : They pinde with paine , and he with dolors spent . ●is pleasant Pipe was broke , ( alas the while ) ●nd former meriment was banisht quite . ●is shepheards Crooke that him vpheld ere-while , ●e erst had throwne away with great despite . Tho leaning gainst a shrubbe that him sustained , To th' earth , sun , birds , trees , Eccho thus he plained Thou all-forth-bringing earth , though winter ch● With boystrous blasts blow off thy Mantle gree● And with his Snowe and hoary Frosts doe spill , Thy Flora-pleasing flowers , and kill them cleene : Yet soone as Spring returnes againe To driue away thy Winters paine , Thy Frost and Snowe Away doe goe . Sweete Zephyres breath cold Boreas doth displace , And fruitfull showers Reuiue thy flowers , And nought but Ioy is seene in euery place . But ah ! how long , alas , how long doth last My endlesse Winter without hope of Spring ? How haue my sighes , my blustring sighes , defaste The flowers and buds which erst my youth did br● Alas the tops that did aspire , Lie troaden now in filthy mire . Alas ! my head Is all bespread With too vntimely snow : and eke my hart Al sence hath lost , Through hardned frost , Of colde Despaire , that long hath bred my smart . What though Soone-rising Torrents ouerflow With nought-regarding streams thy pleasant gree● And with their furious force do ●ay full lowe , Thy drowned flowers , how euer sweet they be● Soone fall those ●●ouds , as soone they rose , ( For fury soone his force doth lose ; ) And then full each Apolloes breath , ●he cold , yet drying North-wind , so doth warme , That by and by Thy Meades be dry , ●nd grow more fruitfull by their former harme . 〈◊〉 would the teares that Torrent-like do flowe 〈◊〉 downe my hollow cheekes with restlesse force , ●ould once ( O that they could once ) calmer grow ! ●ould like to thine , once cease their ceasles course ; Thine last not long , mine still endure : Thine cold , and so thy wealth procure : Hot mine are still , And so do kill ●oth flower and roote , with most vnkindely dew . What Sun or Winde A way can finde , ●he roote once dead , the flowers to renew ? Thou though the scorching heate of Summer Sun , While ill-breath'd Dog the raging Lyon chaceth ) ●ay peckled flower do make of colour dun , ●nd pride of all thy greeny haire defaceth ; And in thy moysture-wanting side Deepe wounds do make , and gashes wide : Yet as thy weate , By Phoebus heate , ●o turne to wholsome drynesse is procured . So Phoebus heate By south-winds weate , Is soone asswaged , and all thy wounds recured . Such heate as Phoebus hath me almost slaine . As Phoebus heate ? al● no ; farre worse then his . It is Astreas burning-hot Disdaine That parched hath the roote of all my blis : That hath ( alas ) my youth defaced , That in my face deep wounds hath placed . Ah that no Heate Can dry the weate The flowing weate of my still-weeping Eies ! Ah that no weate Can quench the heate , The burning heate within my Hart that lies ! Thou dost , poor Earth , beare many a bitter stound While greedy Swaines forgetting former neede , With crooked plowes thy tender backe do wound With harrowes biting teeth do make thee bleede . But earth ( so may those greedy Swaines With pitteous Eye behold thy paines ) O Earth , tel mee , When thou dost see , Thy fruitfull Back with golden Eares beset , Doth not that ioy Kil all annoy , And make thee all thy former wounds forget ? And I , if once my tired Hart might gaine The Haruest faire that to my faith is due : I once I might ASTREAS grace regaine : ● once her hart would on my sorrows rue , Alas , I could these plaints forgo , And quite forget my former wo. But ( O! to speake My Hart doth breake ) ●●r all my seruice , faith , and patient minde , A crop of greefe , Without releefe , ● crop of scorne , and of contemp● , I finde . ●one as the Shepheards Star abroad doth wend Nights harbinger ) to shut in bright-some Day ; ●nd gloomy Night , on whom black clouds attend , ●oth Tirant-like through skie vsurpe the sway , Thou art ( poore Earth ) of Sunne depriued Whose beames to thee all Ioy deriued : But when Aurore Doth ope her Dore , ●er purple dore to let in Phoebus waine , The night giues place Vnto his race , ●nd then , with ioy , thy Sun returnes againe . 〈◊〉 would my Sunne would once returne againe ! 〈◊〉 turne and driue away th' infernall night , 〈◊〉 which I die , since she did first refraine ●er heauenly beames , which were mine only light In her alone all my light shinde , And since she shinde not , I am blinde . Alas , on all , Her beames doe fall , Saue wretched me , whome she doth them deny . And blessed day She giues alway , To all , but me , who still in darkenesse lie . In mournefull darkenesse I alone doe lie , And wish , but scarcely hope , bright day to see , For hop'd so long , and wisht so long haue I , As hopes and wishes both are gone from mee . My night hath lasted fifteene yeeres , And yet no glimpse of day appeeres . O do not let , Him that hath set , His ioy , his light , his life in your sweete Grace ! Be vnrelieu'd , And quite depriu'd Of your deere sight , which may this night displace Phoebus , although with firy-hoofed steedes , Thou daily doe the steepy Welkin beate , And from this painefull taske art neuer freed , But daily bound to lend the world thy heate : Though thou in fiery Chariot ride , And burning heate thereof abide , Yet soone as night Doth dim the light , And hale her sable Cloake through vaulted skie , Thy iournie 's ceast , And thou doost rest , In cooling waues of Tethis soueraigntie . Thrice happy Sun , whose pains are eas'de by night , O haplesse I , whose woes last night and day . ●y paines by day do make me wish for night , ●y woes by night do make me cry for day . By day I turmoyle vp and downe , By night in Seas of teares I drowne . O painefull plight ! O wretched night , Which neuer findes a morne of ioyfull light ! O sad decay , O wretched day , That neuer feeles the ease of silent night ! ●e chirping Birds , whose notes might ioy my minde , If to my minde one drop of ioy could sinke , ) Who erst , through Winters rage were almost pinde , ●nd kept through barren frost from meat or drinke , A blessed change yee now haue seene , That changed hath your woefull teene . By day you sing , And make to ring ●he neighbour groues with Eccho of your Song : In silent night , Full closely dight , ●ou soundly sleepe the bushes greene among . ●ut I , who erst ( ah woefull worde to say ) ●nioy'd the pleasant spring of her sweete grace , ●nd then could sing and dance , and sporte & play ; ●nce her fierce anger did my Spring displace , My nightly rest haue turn'd to detriment , To plaints haue turn'd my wonted meriment The Songs I sing While day doth spring , Are bootlesse plaints till I can plaine no more . The rest I taste , While night doth last , Is broken sighes , til they my hart make sore . Thou flowret of the field that erst didst fade , And nipt with Northerne cold didst hang the head ▪ Yee Trees whose bared bowes had lost their shade Whose with'red leaues by western blasts were she● Yee gin to bud and spring againe , Winter is gone that did you straine . But I , that late With vpright gate Bare vp my head , while happy fauour lasted ; Now olde am growne , Now ouerthrowne , With wo , with griefe , with wailing now am wasted Your springing stalke with kindly iuice doth sprou● My fainting legs do waste and fall away : Your stretched armes are clad with leaues about , My griefe-consumed armes do fast decay . Yee gin againe your tops lift vp ; I downe to earth-ward gin to stoope . Each bowe and twig Doth waxe so big , That scarce the rinde is able it to hide ; I so do faint , And pine with plaint , That slops and Hose , and Galage wax too wide . Eccho , how wel may she that makes me mone , By thy example learne to rue my paine ? Thou hear'st my plaintes when as I waile alone , And wailing accents answerest againe . When as my brest through greefe I beate , That wofull sound thou dost repeate . When as I sob , And hartly throb , A dolefull sobbing sound againe thou sendest : And when I weep , And sigh full deep , A weepy sighing Voice againe thou lendest . But ah ! how oft haue my sad plaints assaide To pierce her Eares , deafe only vnto mee ? How oft my Woes in mournfull inke arraide Haue tride to make her Eies my griefe to see ? And you , my Sighs and Teares , how often Haue ye sought her hard hart to soften ? And yet her Eye , Doth still denie For all my Woes , one bitter teare to shed . And yet her Hart Will not impart , One harty sigh , for griefe her self hath bred . Nor I , alas , do wish that her faire Eyes , Her blessed-making Eies should shed a teare , Nor that one sigh from her deere Breast should rise , For all the paines , the woes , the wrongs I beare . First let this weight oppresse me still , Ere shee , through mee taste any ill . Ah if I might But gaine her sight , And shew hir , e're I die , my wretched case ! O then should I Contented dy ; But ah I dy , and hope not so much grace . With that his fainting legs to shrinke , begun , And let him sinke with gastly look to ground And there he lay as though his life were don , Till that his Dog , seeing that wofull stound , With pitteous howling , kissing & with scraping . Brought him again from that sweet-sowre escaping . Then gan his Teares so swiftly for to flow , As forst his Ey-lids for to giue them way . Then blust'ring sighes too boyst'rously gan blow , As his weake lips could not their fury stay . And inward griefe withall so hugely sweld , As tears , sighes , griefe had soon al words expeld . At last , when as his teares began to cease , And weary sighes more calmely for to blowe : As he began with words his griefe to ease , And remnant of his broken plaint to show : He spide the skie o're-spread with nightly clouds , So home he went , his flocke and him to shrowde . Eubulus his Embleme . VNI MIHI PERGAMA RESTANT . Francis Dauison .

III. EGLOGVE . Made long since vpon the death of Sir Phillip Sidney . Thenot. Perin . PERIN , arreed what new mischance betide , Hath raft thee of thy wonted meriment ? Faire feeds thy flock this pleasant spring beside , Nor Loue , I ween , hath made thee discontent , ●ild Age and Loue , to meet in one , consent . Perin . Ah Thenot , where the Ioy of hart doth faile , What maruaile there , if mirth & musick quaile ? See how the flowrets of the field do spring , The Purple Rose , the Lilly white as Snow ; With smell and colour for an Haruest King , May serue to make vs yong againe , I trow : Yet all this pride is quickly laid full low , Soon as the root is nipt with northerne cold , What smell , or beauty , can we then behold ? Thenot. As good not heare , as heard , not vnderstand , My borrell braines through eld beene all too dull , Sike mister meaning nill by mee be scand , All as my Face , so wrinckled is my skull : Then say me Perin , by thy hope of wull , And by thine Ewes blown bags and bagpipes sound , So not one Aneling in thy flock be found , Perin . Ah Thenot , by thine alderliefest Lasse , Or whatsoeuer is more deere to thee ; No Bagpipe name , let song and sollace passe , Death hath vndon my flock , my pipe , and mee . Dead is the Sheeps delight , and Shepheards glee , Broke is my Pipe , and I my selfe forlorne , My Sheep vnfed , their fleeces rent and torne . Thenot. I mickle muz'de such vncouth change to see , My flockes refuz'de to feed , yet hale they weare : The tender Birds sate drooping on the tree , The carelesse Lambs went wandring here & there : My selfe vnknowne a part of griefe did beare , Ne wist I why , yet heauy was my hart , Vntimely Death was cause of all this smart . Vp Perin , vp , aduaunce thy mournfull layes , Sound loud thy pipe , but sound in dolefull wise . Perin . Who else , but Thenot , can the Muses raise , And teach them sing and dance in mournfull guis● My fingers stiffe , my voice doth hoarsely rise . Thenot. Ah , where is Collin , and his passing skill ? For him it sits our sorrow to fulfill . Perin . Tway sore extreames our Collin presse so neere , ( Alas that such extreames should presse him so ) The want of wealth , and losse of loue so deere , Scarse can he breathe from vnder heapes of woe , He that beares heau'n , beares no such weight I trow . Thenot. Hath he such skill in making all aboue , And hath no skill to get , or Wealth , or Loue ? Perin . Praise is the greatest prise that Poets gaine , A simple gaine that feeds them ne're a whit . The wanton lasse for whom he bare such paine , ●ike running water loues to change and flit . But if thee list to heare a sorry fit , Which Cuddy could in dolefull verse endite , Blow thou thy Pipe while I the same recite . Thenot. ●inne when thou list , all-be my skill but small , ●y forward minde shall make amends for all . Perin . YEe Nimphs that bathe your bodies in this spring : Your tender bodies white as driuen Snow : Yee Virgins chaste which in this Groue doe sing , Which neither griefe of Loue , nor Death do know : So may your streames runne cleere for ay , So may your trees giue shade alway . Depart a space , And giue me place , To wayle with griefe my restlesse woe alone , For feare my cries , Constraine your eyes , To shed forth teares , and help lament my mone . And thou , my Muse , that whilome wont to ease , Thy Maisters minde with layes of sweete delight , Now change those tunes , no ioy my hart can please , Gone is the day , come is the darkesome night , Our Sunne close hid in cloudes doth lie , We liue indeede , but liuing , die : No light we see , Yet wander wee , We wander farre and neere without a guide : And all astray , We loose our way , For in this world n'is such a Sunne beside . Ye Shepheards Boyes that leade your flocks a field , The whilst your sheepe feede safely round about , ●reake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld , ●●ing now no more the Songs of Collin Clout : Lament the end of all our ioy , Lament the source of all annoy . WILLY is dead , That wont to leade Our flockes and vs in mirth and Shepheards glee : Wel could he sing , Wel dance , and spring ; Of all the Shepheards was none such as hee . How often hath his skill in pleasant Song Drawn al the water-nimphs from out their bowers ? How haue they laine the tender grasse along , And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers ? Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan , Striuing with Willy , nothing wan . Ne thinkes I see , The time when hee ●luckt from his golden lockes the Laurell crowne ; And so to raise Our Willies praise , ●edeckt his head , and softly set him downe . The learned Muses flockt to heare his skill , ●nd quite forgot their water , wood , and mount ; They thought his Songs were done too quickly stil , Of none but Willies Pipe they made account . Hee sung ; they seemd inioy to flowe : He ceast ; they seemd to weep for woe ; The Rurall rout , All round about , ●ike Bees came swarming thicke , to heare him sing : Ne could they thinke , On meate or drinke , While Willies musicke in their eares did ring . But now ( alas ) such pleasant mirth is past , Apollo weepes , the Muses rend their haire . No ioy on earth that any time can last , See where his breathlesse corps lies on the beare . That selfe same hand that reft his life , Hath turned Shepheards peace to strife . Our ioy is fled , Our life is dead , Our hope , our help , our glory all is gone : Our Poets praise , Our happy dayes , And nothing left but griefe , to thinke ther●●n . What Thames , what Seuerne , or what westerne Se● Shall giue me floods of trickling teares to shed ? What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease ? O that mine eies were Fountaines in my head ! Ah Collin ! I lament thy case , For thee remaines no hope of grace . The best reliefe , Of Poets griefe , Is dead , and wraptfull colde in filthy clay , And nought remaines , To ease our paines , But hope of death , to ridde vs hence away . Phillis , thine is the greatest griefe aboue the rest : Where beene thy sweetest Posies feately dight , Thy Girlonds with a true-loues Knot addrest , And all that erst , thou Willy , didst behight ? Thy labour all is lost in vaine , The griefe whereof shall ay remaine . The Sunne so bright , That falles to night , ●o morrow from the East againe shall rise : But we decay , And waste away , Without returne , alas , thy Willy dies . ●●e how the drooping Flockes refuse to feede , ●●e Riuers streame with teares aboue the bankes , ●●e Trees do shed their leaues , to waile agreede , ●●e beasts vnfed , go mourning all in rankes . The Sunne denies the Earth his light , The Spring is kill'd with winters might : The flowers spill , The birds are still : 〈◊〉 voyce of ioy is heard in any place . The Meddows greene , A change haue seene , ●●d Flora hides her pale disfigur'd face . ●●tch now , ye shepheards boyes , with waking 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 loose your time of sleepe , to learne to sing . 〈◊〉 happy skill , what good is got thereby , 〈◊〉 painted praise that can no profite bring ? If Skill could moue the Sisters three , Our Willy still aliue should be . The woolfe so wood , Amazed stood , ●●und of Willies pipe , and left his pray : Both Pipe and Skill , The Sisters spill , ●o , worse then any wicked Wolfe are they . O flatt'ring hope of mortall mens delight , ●o faire in outward shew , so foule within ! ●he deepest streames do flow full calme to sight , ●he rau'ning Woolues do jet in Weathers skin ; Wee deem'd our Willy ay should liue , So sweete a sound his Pipe could giue : But cruel death Hath stopt his breath : ●umbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweete to sound : Our flockes lament His life is spent , ●nd carelesse wander all the woods around . ●ome now , ye shepheards daughters , come no more ●o heare the Songs that Cuddy wont to sing : ●oarse is my Muse , my throate with crying , sore ; ●hese woods with Eccho of my griefe doe ring . Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy , Your Willies death hath kill'd the Boy : Broke lies my Pipe , Till Reedes be ripe ●o make a new one , but a worse , I feare : Saue yeere by yeere , To waile my Deere . 〈◊〉 Pipe and Song I vtterly forsweare . Thenot. ●●cke and welladay may shepheards cry , Our Willy dead , our Collin killd with care : Who shall not loathe to liue , and long to die ? And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare , But must he too of sorrow haue a share ? Ay , how his ruefull Verse hath prickt my hart ! How feelingly hath hee exprest my smart ! Perin . Ah Thenot , hadst thou seene his sory looke , His wringed hands , his eies to heau'n vpkest ; His teares , that stream'd like water in the Brooke ; His sighes , that made his Rimes seeme rudely drest , To teares thou wouldst haue melted with the rest . But hie we homeward , night approcheth neere , And rainie cloudes in southerne skies appeere . A. W.

II. EGLOGVE . Shepheard . Heard-man . COme gentle Heard-man , sit by mee , And tune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnderneath this Willow tree , To shield the hote Sunne-shine . Where I haue made my Summer bower , For proofe of Summer beames , And deckt it vp with many a flower , Sweete seated by the streames . Where gentle Daphnee once a day , These flowry bankes doth walke , And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke . But leaues the humble Heart behinde , That should her Garland dight : And she , sweete soule , the more vnkinde , To set true loue so light . But , whereas others beare the Bell , As in her fauour blest ; Her shepheard loueth her as well , As those whome she loues best . Heard-man . ALas , poore Pastor , I finde , Thy loue is lodg'd so high , That on thy flocke thou hast no minde , But feedst a wanton Eie . If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire , Be sure , that farre aboue thy lot , Thy liking doth aspire . To loue so sweete a Nymph as shee , And looke for loue againe : Is fortune fitting high degree , Not for a Shepheards swaine . For she of lordly lads becoyd , And sought of great estates , Her fauour scornes to be enioyde By vs poore lowly Mates . Wherefore I warne thee to be wise , Go with me to my walke , Where lowly Lasses be not nice , There like and chuse thy Make. Where are no pearles nor Gold to view , No pride of silken sight , ●ut Petticoates of scarlet hew , Which vaile the skin snow-white . ●here truest Lasses beene to get For loue and little cost : ●here sweet desire is payd his det , And labour seldome lost . Shepheard . NO Heardman , no , thou rau'st too lowde , Our trade so vile to hold . My weede as great a Hart doth shrowde , As his that 's clad in gold : And take the truth that I thee tell , This Song faire Daphnee sings , That Cupid will be seru'd as well , Of Shepheards as of Kings . For proofe whereof , old bookes recorde , That Venus Queene of Loue , Would sett aside her warlike Lorde , And youthfull Pastors proue . How Paris was as well belou'de , A simple Shepheards Boy , As after when that he was prou'de King Priams Son of Troy . And therefore haue I better hope , As had those Lads of yore , My courage takes as large a scope , Although their haps were more . And for thou shalt not deeme I iest , And beare a mind more base ; No meaner hope shall haunt my brest , Then deerest Daphnees grace . My minde no other thought retaines , Mine Eye nought else admiers : My hart no other passion straines , Nor other hap desiers . My Muse of nothing else entreates , My Pipe nought else doth sound , My Veines no other seauer heates , Such faith 's in Shepheards found . Heard-man . AH Shepheard , then I see , with griefe Thy care is past all cure , No remedy for thy reliefe , But patiently endure . Thy wonted libertie is fled , Fond fancie breeds thy bane , Thy sence of folly brought a bed , Thy wit is in the wane . I can but sorrow for thy sake , Since loue lulles thee asleepe . And whilst out of thy dreame thou wake , God shield thy straying sheepe . Thy wretched Flocke may rue and curse This proude desire of thine , Whose woefull state from bad to wurse Thy carelesse eye will pine . And e'en as they , thy selfe likewise With them shalt weare and waste , To see the spring before thine eyes , Thou thirsty canst not taste . Content thee therefore with Conceit , Where others gaine the grace , And thinke thy fortune at the height , To see but Daphnees face . Although thy truth deserued well Reward aboue the rest , Thy haps shall be but meanes to tell How other men are blest . So gentle Shepheard , farewel now , Bee warned by my reed , For I see written in thy brow , Thy Hart for loue doth bleed . Yet longer with thee would I stay , If ought would do thee good , But nothing can the heate allay , Where Loue enflames the blood . Shepheard . THen Heardman , since it is my lot , and my good liking such , Striue not to breake the faithfull kno● That thinkes no paine too much . For what contents my Daphnee best I neuer will despise ; So she but wish my soule good rest When death shall close mine eyes . Then Heard-man , farewel once againe , For now the day is fled : So might thy cares , poore Shepheards Swaine , Flie from thy carefull head . Ignoto .

IIII. EGLOGVE . Concerning olde Age . The beginning and end of this Eglogue are wanting . Perin . FOr when thou art not as thou wont of yore , No cause why life should please thee any more . Whilome I was ( in course of former yeeres , Ere freezing Eld had coolde my youthly rage ) Of mickle worth among my Shepheards Peeres . Now for I am some-dele ystept in age , For pleasance , strength , and beautie ginnes asswage . Ech litle Heard-groom laughs my wrinkled face , Ech bonny lasse for Cuddy shunnes the place ; For all this woe none can wee iustly twight , But hatefull Eld , the foe to pleasant rest , Which like a Theefe doth rob vs of delight . Wrenock . Perin , enough ; few words beene alwayes best , Needs must be borne that cannot be redrest . Selfe am I as thou seest in thilke estate , The griefe is each to beare that haz a mate . ●ut sicker for to speake the truth indeed , ●hou seem'st to blame that blamelesse seems to me , And hurtlesse Eld to sneb : ( ill mought he speed , That slayes the Dog , for Wolues so wicked bee ) The faults of men thou lay'st on Age I see , For which if Eld were in it selfe too blame , Then I and all my Peeres should taste the same . Perin . Wreenock , I weene thou doat'st through rusty Eld , And think'st with fained words to bleare mine eie . Thou for thy store art euer blissefull held , Thy heapes of gold nill let thee sorrow spie , Thy Flocks full safe here vnder shade doe lie , Thy weanlings fat , thine ews with bladders blowne : A iollier Shepheard haue we seldome knowne . Wrenock . For thilke my store , great Pan yherried be ; But if for thy , mine age with ioy I beare , How falles it that thy selfe vnlike to me , Art vexed so with griefe and bootlesse feare ? Thy store will let thee sleepe on either eare : But neither want makes Age to wisemen hard , Nor fools by welth from grieuous pains are bard . Perin . Seest not how free yond Lambkin skips and plaies ; And wrigs his tayle , and buts with tender head ; All for he feeles the heate of youngthly dayes , Which secret law of kinde hath inly bred ? Thilke Ewe from whom all Ioy with youth is fled , See how it hangs the head , as it would weep , Whilome it skipt , vneathes now may it creep . Wrenock . No fellowship hath state of Beasts with man , In them is nought but strength of lim and bone , Which endes with age as it with age began . But man they saine ( as other Creature none ) Hath vncouth fire conuayd from Heau'n by one , ( His name I wist ) that yeelds him inward light Sike fire as Welkin showes in winter night . Which neither Age nor Time can weare away , Which waxeth bett for vse as Shepheards Crooke That euer shineth brighter day by day : Also though wrinkled seeme the aged looke , Bright shines the fire that from the stars we tooke . And sooth to say , thilke Ewe laments the paine , That thilke same wanton Lamb is like sustaine . Perin . Ah Thenot , be not all thy teeth on edge , To see youngths folke to sport in pastimes gay ? To pitch the Barre , to throwe the weightie sledge , To dance with Phillis all the holli-day , To hunt by day , the Fox , by night , the Gray ; Sike peerelesse pleasures wont vs for to queme , Now lig we laide , as drownd in heauy dreame . Anomos . Deest .

Sonnets , Odes , Elegies , and Madrigalls .

By Francis Dauison and Walter Dauison Brethren .

SONET . I. Dedication of these Rimes , to his first loue . IF my harsh humble stile , and Rimes ill dressed , Arriue not to your worth and beautie glorious My Muses shoulders are with weight oppressed , And heauenly beams are o're my sight victoriou● If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laide by Loues hand , and not by Arte laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blesse● Ennabling me to make your praise notorious . But if alas ! ( alas the heauens defend it , ) My lines your eies , my loue your hart displeasing Breed hate in you , and kill my hope of easing ; Say with your self , how can the wretch amend i● I wondrous faire , he wondrous deerely louing , How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing

SONNET . II. That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection . BEND my wits , and beate my wearie braine , To keep my inward griefe from outward show . Alas I cannot : now t is vaine I know , To hide a fire , whose flame appeereth plaine . force my will , my sences I constraine , T' imprison in my heart my secret woe ; But musing thoghts , deep sighs , or tears that flow , Discouer what my heart hides , al in vaine . ●et blame not ( Deere ) this vndissembled passion ; For wel may Loue , within small limits bounded , Be wisely maskte in a disguized fashion . But he , whose hart , like mine , is throghly wounded , ●an neuer faine , no though he were assured , ●hat Faining might haue greater grace procured .

SONNET III. Vpon his absence from her . THE fairest Eies , ( O Eies in blacknesse faire ! ) That euer shinde , and the most heau'nly face , The daintiest smiling , the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that e're perfumde the ayre The cherriest lippes , whose kisse might well repair A dead mans state ; that speech which did displac● All meane desiers , and all affections base , Clogging swift H●●●● , & winging dead Dispaire That snow-white breast , & al those faultles feature Which made her seeme a personage diuine , And farre excelling fairest humane creatures , Hath Absence banisht from my cursed Eine . But in my Heart , as in a Mirrour cleere , All these perfections to my thoughts appeere .

SONNET . IIII. Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three partes , The Story of Proteus Transformations , the wonders of the Adamantine Rocke , and a speech to her Maiestie . WHo in these lines may better claime a parte , That sing the praises of the Britton Queene ; Then you , faire sweet , that only Soueraign beene , Of the poore Kingdome of my faithful Harte ? Or to whose vew should I this speech imparte , Where th' adamātines rocks great powre is shown : But to your conq'ring eies , whose force once known Makes euen Iron harts loath thence to parte ? Or who of Proteus sundry transformations , May better send you the new-fayned Story , Then I , whose loue vnfain'de felt no mutations , Since to be yours I first receiu'de the glory ? Accept then of these lines , though meanely pend , So fit for you to take , and me to send .

ELEGIE . I. He renounceth his food , and former delight in Musick● , Poesie , and Painting . SItting at board sometimes , preparde to eate , I ft hap my minde on these my woes to thinke , Sighs fill my mouth in steade of pleasant meate , And teares do moist my lips in lieu of drinke : But yet , nor sighs , nor tears , that run amain Can either starue my thoughts , or quench my paine Another time with carefull thoughts o're-tane , I thought these thoughts with musicks might to chac●● But as I gan to set my notes in frame , A suddaine Passion did my song displace . Instead of Rests , sighes from my hart did rise , Instead of Notes , deep sobs and mournful crie Then , when I saw , that these my thoughts increasd And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire , I hopte both thoughtes and woes might be release If to the Muses I did me retire . Whose sweet delights were wont to ease my w● But now ( alas ) they could do nothing so . For trying oft ( alas ) yet still in vaine , To make some pleasant numbers to arise , And beating oft my dulled weary Braine , In hope some sweete Conceit for to deuise : Out of my mouth no wordes but groanes would come , Out of my Pen no inke but teares would runne . Of all my old Delights yet one was left , Painting alone to ease my minde remain'd ; By which , whenas I look't to be bereft Of these heart-vexing woes that still me strain'd , From forth mine eies the blood for colours came , And teares withall to temper so the same . Adieu my foode that wontst my taste to please , Adieu my Songs that bred mine eares delight , Adieu sweete Muse that oft my minde didst ease , Painting , Adieu , that oft refresht my sight , Since neither taste , nor eares , nor sight , nor mind , In your Delights can aught saue sorrow finde .

SONNET . V. To Pitty . WAKE Pitty , wake , for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish hart of that fierce faire , Who ruines most , where most she should repair And wher she ows most right , doth greatest wrō Wake Pitty , wake , O do no more prolong Thy needeful help ! but quickly heare my praye Quickly ( alas ) for otherwise Despaire , By guiltie death , will end my guiltlesse wrong . Sweet Pitty wake , and tell my cruell Sweete , That if my death her honour might encrease , I would lay downe my life at her prowd feete , And willing die , and dying , hold my peace . Tell her I liue , and liuing , crie for grace , Because my death her glory would deface .

ODE . I. That only her beauty and voice please him . I. ●Assion may my Iudgement bleare , Therfore sure I will not sweare , That others are not pleasing : ●ut I speake it to my paine , ●nd my life shall it maintaine , None else yeelds my hart easing . II. ●adies I doo thinke there bee , ●ther some as faire as shee , ( Though none haue fairer features ) ●ut my Turtle-like Affection , ●ince of her I made Election , Scornes other fairest creatures . III. ●urely I wil not deny , ●ut some others reach as high With their sweet warbling voices ; ●t since her Notes charmde mine Eare , ●en the sweetest Tunes I heare , To mee seeme rude harsh noyses .

MADRIGAL I. To Cupid . LOVE , if a God thou art , Then euermore thou must , Be mercifull and iust . I● thou be iust ; O wherefore doth thy Dart , Wound mine alone , and not my Ladies Hart ? If mercifull , then why Am I to paine reseru'd , Who haue thee truely seru'd : While she that by thy powre sets not a slie . Laughs thee to scorne , and liues in libettie ? Then , if a God thou would'st accounted be , Heale me like her , or else wound her like me .

MADRIGAL II. Vpon his Mistresse sickenes , and his owne health . IN health and ease am I , Yet , as I senslesse were , it nought contents mee . You sicke in paine do lie , And ( ah ) your paine exceedingly torments me Whereof , his only is the reason true , That dead vnto my selfe , I liue in you .

MADRIGAL III. He begs a Kisse . SORROW seldome killeth any , Sodaine Ioy hath murthered many . Then ( Sweete ) if you would end mee , T is a fond course with lingring griefe to spend met . For , quickly to dispatch me , ●our onely way is , in your armes to catch mee , And giue me a sweete Kisse : ●or such excessiue and vnlookt for blisse , Would so much ouer-ioy mee , As it would strait destroy mee .

MADRIGAL IIII. Vpon a Kisse receiued . ●INCE your sweete cherry lippes I kist , No want of foode I once haue mist . 〈◊〉 stomach now no meate requires : 〈◊〉 throate no drinke at all desires . 〈◊〉 by your breath which then I gained , ●melion-like my life 's maintained . ●en grant me ( Deere ) those cherries still , ●et me feede on them my fill . ●y a surfet death I get , ●n my Tombe let this be set ; ●eere lieth hee whome Cherries two , ●lade both to liue , and life forgo .

ODE II. Vpon her protesting , that now hauing tried his sincere affection , she loued him . I LADIE , you are with beauties so enriched , Of body and of minde , As I can hardly finde , Which of them all hath most my heart bewitched . 2 Whether your skin so white , so smoothe , so tender , Or Face so louely faire , Or long hart-binding haire , Or dainty Hand , or Legge , and Foote so slender . 3 Or whether your sharpe wit and liuely spirit , Where Pride can finde no place ; Or your most pleasing grace , Or speech , which doth true eloquence inherit . 4 ●ost louely all , and each of them do moue mee , More then words can expresse ; But yet I must confesse , loue you most , because you please to loue mee .

ODE II. His restlesse estate . Your Presence breedes my anguish , Your absence makes me languish : Your sight with woe doth fill mee , And want of your sweete sight alas doth kill mee . If those deere Eyes that burne mee , With milde aspect you turne mee , For life my weake hart panteth : If frowningly , my Spirit and Life-blood fainteth . If you speake kindly to mee , Alas , kind words vndoo mee : Yer silence doth dislike mee , And one vnkind il word stark dead would strike m● Thus Sunne , nor shade doth ease mee , Nor speach , nor silence please mee : Fauours and frownes annoy mee , Both want and plentie equally destroy me .

ELEGIE II. Or Letter in Verse . MY deerest Sweete , if these sad lines do happe The raging fury of the Sea to scape , O be not you more cruell then the Seas ; Let Pitty now your angry Minde appease , So that your Hand may bee their blessed Port , From whence they may vnto your Eyes resort , And at that Throane pleading my wretched case , May moue your cruell Hart to yeeld mee grace . So may no Cloudes of elder yeeres , obscure Your Sun-like Eyes , but stil as bright endure , As then they shone when with one piercing Ray , They made my selfe their slaue , my hart their pray : So may no Sicknesse nippe those flowers sweet , Which euer slowring on your Cheekes doo meet : Nor all-defacing Time haue power to rase , The goodly building of that heauenly Face . Fountaine of Blisse , yet well-spring of my woe , ( O would I might not iustly terme you so ! ) Alas , your cruell dealing , and my Fate Haue now reduc'de mee to that wretched state , That I know not how I my style may frame To thanks , or grudging , or to praise , or blame ; And where to write , I al my powers do bend , There wot I not how to beginne or ende . And now my drisling teares trill downe apace , As if the latter would the former chace , Whereof some few on my pale Cheekes remaine , Like wither'd flowers , bedewd with drops of rain● The otherr falling , in my Paper sinke , Or dropping in my Pen , increase my inke . Which suddaine Passions Cause if you would find , A trembling feare doth now possesse my minde , That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reede , Lest they some pitty in your harte might breede : But or with angry frownes refuse to take them , Or taking them , the fires fewell make them , Or with those hands ( made to a milder end ) These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend . O Cruell Tyrant ! ( yet beloued still , ) Wherein haue I deseru'de of you so ill , That all my loue you should with hate requite , And all my paines reward with such despight ? Or if my faulte be great ( which I protest Is only Loue , too great to be exprest , ) What , haue these Lines so harmelesse innocent Deseru'd to feele their Masters punishment ? These Leaues are not vnto my fault consenting : And therefore ought not haue the same tormenting When you haue read them , vse them as you list , For by your sight they shall be fully blist ; But till you reade them , let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your fury saue . Cleere vp mine eyes , & drie your selues , my Teares And thou my Harte bannish these deadly feares ; Perswade thy selfe , that though her harte disdaine , Either to loue thy loue , or rue thy paine , Yet her faire Eyes will not a booke denie , To this sad Story of thy Miserie . O then , my Deere , behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kinde of woes endure , Of him whose Head is made a Hiue of woes , Whose swarming number dayly greater growes : Of him whose Sences like a Racke are bent , With diuerse motions my poore soule to rent ; Whose Minde a Mirrour is , which only showes , The ougly Image of my present woes : Whose Memorie 's a poyson'd Knife to teare The euer-bleeding wound my Breast doth beare , ( The euer-bleeding wound not to be cured , But by those Eyes that first the same procured . ) And that poore Harte , so faithfull , constant , true , That only loues , and serues , and honours you , Is like a feeble Ship , which torne and rent , The Mast of Hope being broke , and tackling spent , Reason the Pilot dead , the Starres obscured , By which alone to saile it was enured , No Porte , no Land , no Comfort once expected , All hope of Safety vtterly neglected , With dreadfull terror tumbling vp and downe , Passions vncertaine , waues with hideous sound , Doth daily , hourely , minutely expect , When either it should runne , and so be wreckt Vpon Despaires sharpe Rocke , or be o'rethrowne , With Storme of your Disdaine so fiercely blowne . But yet , of al the woes that doe torment my hart , Of all the Torments that do dayly rent my hart , There 's none so great ( although I am assured , That euen the least can not bee long endured : ) As that so many weekes ( nay months , nay yeares , Nay tedious Ages , ( for it so appeares ) My trembling Hart ( besides so many anguishes , ) Twixt hope & feare vncertaine howerly languishes , Whether your hands , your Eyes , your Hart of stone Did take my lines , and reade them , and bemone With one kind word , one sigh , one pittying teare , Th' unfained griefe which for your loue I beare ; Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere Loue , the Booke ( I meane ) I sent To your deare selfe , when the respectlesse winde Bare me away , leauing my hart behinde . And daigne sometimes when you the same do view , To thinke on him , who alwayes thinks on you . Or whether you ( as Oh I feare you doo ) Hate both my selfe , and Giftes and Letters too . I must confesse , that when I do consither , How ill , alas , how ill agree together , So peerelesse beautie , to so fierce a minde , So hard an inside to so faire a rinde , A Hart so bloody to so white a brest , So proud disdaine , with so milde lookes supprest ; And how my deere ( Oh would it had beene neuer , Accursed word , nay would it might be euer ) How once I say , till your Hart was estranged , ( Alas how soone my day to night was changed ) You did vouchsafe my poore Eyes so much grace , Freely to viewe the Riches of your face , And did so high exalte my lowly Hart , To call it yours , and take it in good part ▪ , And ( which was greatest blisse ) did not disdaine , For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe . When this , I say , I call vnto my minde , And in my Harte and Soule no cause can finde , No fact , no word , whereby my Hart hath merited , Of your sweete loue to be thus disinherited , Dispaire it selfe cannot make mee dispaire , But that you 'le prooue as kinde , as you are faire , And that my lines , & booke , ( O would t were true ) Are , though I know 't not yet , receiu'de by you , And often haue your cruelty repented , Whereby my guiltlesse Heart is so tormented , And now at length in liew of passed woe , Will pitty , grace , and loue , and fauour shoe . But when againe my cursed Memory , To my sad thoughts confounded diuersly , Presents the time , the teare procuring time , That wither'd my yong Ioyes before their prime ; The time when I with tedious absence tired , With restlesse loue , and rackt desire inspired , Comming to finde my Earthly paradise , To glasse my sight in your two heauenly Eyes , ( On which alone my Earthly Ioyes depended : And wanting which , my ioy and life were ended ) From your sweete Rosie lippes , the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest Kisse ; My greedy Eares on your sweete wordes to feede , Which canded in your sweetest breath proceede , In daintiest accents through that Currall dore , Guarded with pretious Pearle , and Rubies store : To touch your Hand so white , so moist , so soft , And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft , Reuenge with kindest spight the bloody theft , Whereby it closely mee my Hart bereft : And of all blisse to taste the Consummation , In your sweete , gracefull , heauenly Conuersation , By whose sweet charms the soules you do inchaunt , Of all that doo your louely presence haunt ; In stead in all these Ioyes I did expect , Found nought but frownes , vnkindnes , and neglect . Neglect , vnkindnes , frownes ? nay plaine contempt , And open Hate , from no disdaine exempt , No bitter words , side lookes , nor aught that might Engreeue , encrease so vndeseru'd despight . When this ( I say ) I thinke , and thinke withall , How , nor those showers of Teares mine Eies let fall Nor winde of blustring Sighes with all their force , Could moue your rocky Heart once to remorce ; Can I expect that letters should finde grace , Or pitty euer in your harte haue place ? No no ; I thinke , and sad Dispaire sayes for mee , You hate , disdaine , and vtterly abhorre mee . Alas , my deere , if this you doe deuise , To try the virtue of your murthering Eyes , And in the Glasse of bleeding harts , to vew The glorious splendour of your Beauties hew , Ah trie it , trie it on rebellious sprights , That doe withstand the power of sacred lights , And make them feele ( if any such be found ) How deepe and curelesly your Eyes can wound . But spare , O spare my yeelding Hart , and saue Him , whose cheefe glory is to be your slaue : Make mee , the matter of your Clemencie , And not , the subiect of your Tyrannie .

ODE IIII. Being depriued of her sweete lookes , wordes , and gestures , by his absence in Italie , he desires her to write vnto him . I. MY onely starre , Why , why are your deere Eyes , Where all my life's peace lies , With me at warre ? Why to my Ruine tending , Do they still lighten woe , On him that loues you so , That all his thoughts , in you haue birth and ending ? II. Hope of my Hart , O wherefore do the wordes , Which your sweet tongue affoordes , No hope impart ? But cruell without measure , To my eternall paine , Still thunder forth Disdaine , On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure . III. Sunne-shine of Ioy , Why doe your Gestures , which All Eies and Hearts bewitch , My blisse destroy ? And Pities skie o're-clowding Of Hate an endlesse showre , On that poore heart still powre , Which in your bosome seekes his onely shrowding . IIII. Balme of my wound , Why are your lines , whose sight Should cure me with delight , My poyson found ? Which through my veines dispersing , Doth make my heart and minde , And all my senses finde , A liuing death in torments past rehersing . V. Alas , my Fate Hath of your Eies depriu'd mee , Which both kill'd and reuiu'd me , And sweetned Hate ; ●our sweet Voice , and sweet Graces , Which cloathde in louely weedes , Your cruell wordes and deedes , ●re intercepted by farre distant places . VI. But O the Anguish , Which Presence still pretended , ●bsence hath not absented , Nor made to languish . ●o , no , t' encrease my paining , The cause being ( ah ) remoued , For which th' effect I loued , ●h'effect is still in greatest force remaining . VII . O cruell Tyger , 〈◊〉 to your hard harts Center , ●eares , Vowes , and Prayers may enter , Desist your rigour : ●nd let kind lines assure mee , ( Since to my deadly wound , No salue else can be found ) ●hat you that kill me , yet at length will cure mee .

MADRIGAL V. Allusion to the Confusion of Babell . THe wretched life I liue In my weake Sences such confusion maketh , That like th' accursed Rabble That built the Towre of Babble , My wit mistaketh , And vnto nothing a right name doth giue . I terme her my deere loue , that deadly hates m● , My cheefest Good , her that 's my cheefest euill ; Her Saint and Goddesse , who 's a Witch , a Deuill ; Her my sole Hope , that with despaire amates mee , My Balme I call her , that with poyson fills m●● And her I terme my life , that daily kills mee .

SONNET . VI. Vpon her acknowledging his Desarte , yet reiecting his Affection . IF Loue conioyn'd with worth and great desarte , Merit like loue in euery noble minde : Why then doo I you still so cruell finde , To whom you do such praise of worth imparte ? And if ( my Deere ) you speake not from your harte , Two haynous wrongs you do together binde : To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blinde , And yet my Loue with hateful deedes to thwarte . To want what one deserues , engreeues his paine , Because it takes away all selfe-accusing , And vnder kindest words to maske disdaine , Is to a vexed Soule too much abusing . ●hen i ft bee false , such glosing words refraine , 〈◊〉 true , O then let worth his due obtaine !

SONNET . VII . Her Answere , in the same Rimes . IF your fond Loue want worth and great desarte , Then blame your selfe , if you me cruell finde : If worth alone moue euery noble minde , Why to no worth should I my loue imparte ? And if the lesse to greeue your wounded harte , I seeke your dazled eies with words to blinde , To iust disfauour I great fauor binde , With deeds , and not with words your loue to thwarte The freeing of your minde from selfe-accusing , By granting your deserts should ease your paine And since your fault 's but loue , t' were some abu● sin With bitter words t'enuenom iust disdaine . Then i ft bee true , all glozing I refraine ; If false , why should no worth , worths due obtaine

ODE V. His Farewell to his Vnkinde and Vnconstant Mistresse . SWEETE , if you like and loue mee still , And yeelde me loue for my good will . And do not from your promise start , When your faire hand gaue me your hart . If deere to you I bee , As you are deere to mee . Then yours I am , and will be euer , Nor time , nor place my loue shall seuer , But faithfull still I will perseuer , Like constant marble stone , Louing but you alone . But if you fauour moe than mee , ( Who loue thee still , and none but thee . ) If others doe the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine . If that you loue to range , And oft to choppe and change : Then get you some new-fangled Mate , My doating Loue shall turne to Hate , Esteeming you ( though too too late ) Not worth a pebble stone , Louing not me alone .

A Prosopopoeia : Wherein his Hart speakes to his second Ladies Breast . Dare not in my masters bosome rest , That flaming Etna would to Ashes burne mee : ●or dare I harbour in his Mistris brest , ●he frosty Clymate into yce would turne mee : So , both from her and him I do retyre mee , Lest th' one should freeze me , & the other fire me . Wing'd with true Loue , I flie to this sweet Brest , Whose Snow , I hope , wil cool but t'yce not turn me : Where fire and snow , I trust , so tempred rest , ●s gentle heate will warme , and yet not burne mee : But ( O deere Brest ) from thee I le ne're retire me , Whether thou cool , or warm , or freeze , or fire me .

ODE VI. Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written , as though it had beene an answere thereunto . LAdy of matchlesse beauty ; ●hen into your sweet Bosome I deliuered 〈◊〉 paper , with wan lookes , and hand that quiuered Twixt hope , feare , loue , and duety ; Thought you it nothing else contain'd , But written words in Ryme restraind ? O then your thought abused was , My Hart close wrapt therein , into your Brest infuse wa● When you that Scroule restor'de me , With grateful words , kind grace , & smiling merrily My brest did swell with ioy , supposing verily , You , answer did afford mee . But finding only that I writt , I hop't to finde my Hart in it : But you my hope abused had , And poison of Dispaire in stead thereof infused had Why , why did you torment mee , With giuing back my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both hart & paper gratefully ; Or both you should haue sent mee . Hope you my Hart thence to remoue By scorning mee , my Lines , my Loue ? No , no ; your hope abused is , Too deepe to be remou'd it in your Brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it ? Deere with so spotlesse , zealous , firme Affection , I loue your Beauty , Vertue , and perfection , As nothing can expell it . Scorne you my Rimes , my Loue despight ? Pull out my Hart , yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused bee , For in my very soule , your loue & lookes infused be .

ODE VII . Commendation of her Beauty , Stature , Behauiour and Witt. ●Ome there are as faire to see too ; But by Art and not by Nature . ●me as tall and goodly bee too ; ●t want Beauty to their stature . ●me haue gratious kinde behauour , ●t are fowle , or simple Creatures : ●me haue witt , but want sweet fauour , ●r are proud of their good features . Only you in Court or Citty , Are both fayre , Tall , Kinde , and Witty .

MADRIGALL VI. To her hand , vpon her giuing him her Gloue . O Hand of all handes liuing , The softest , moistest , whitest , ●ore skild then Phoebus on a Lute in running ; ●ore then Minerua , with a Needle cunning ; Then Mercury more wily , In stealing Harts most sliely . Since thou , deere Hand , in theft so much delightest , Why fall'st thou now a giuing ? Ay mee ! thy gifts are thefts , and with strange Art , In giuing me thy Gloue , thou stealst my Hart.

MADRIGALL . VII . Cupid proued a Fenser . AH Cupid I mistooke thee ; I for an Archer , and no Fenser tooke thee . But as a Fenser oft faines blowes and thrusts , Where hee doth meane no harme ; Then turnes his balefull Arme , And wounds his foe whereas hee least mistrusts : So thou with fencing Art , Fayning to wound mine Eyes , hast hit my hart .

SONNET VIII . Vpon her commending ( though most vndeseruedly ) his Verses to his first Loue . PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed ? Which my great Loue , her greater Cruelty , My constant faith , her false Inconstancy , My praiseles stile , her o're-praisd worth disclosed . O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely ; If my wilde yeeres did yeeld so firme affection ; If her Moon-beams , short of your Suns perfection , Taught my hoars Muse to sing ( as you say ) cleerly How much , how much should I loue & adore you , ( Diuinest Creature ) if you deign'd to loue me : What beauty , fortune , time should euer moue me In these staid yeeres to like aught els before you ? And O! how should my Muse , by you inspired , Make Heauen & Earth resound your praise admired .

MADRIGAL VIII . Hee compares himselfe to a Candle-flie . LIke to the seely flie , To the deere light I flie Of your disdainfull Eyes , But in a diuerse wise . Shee with the flame doth play By night alone ; and I both night and day . Shee to a Candle runnes ; I to a light , far brighter then the Sunne 's . Shee neere at hand is fyred ; I both neere hand , and far-away retyred . She fondly thinkes , nor dead , nor burnt to bee , But I my burning , and my death foresee .

MADRIGAL IX . Answere to her question , what loue was . IF I behold your Eyes , Loue is a Paradize . But if I veiw my Hart , Ti 's an infernall smart .

ODE VIII . That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen , hell , earth , ayre , water , or fire ; but he in all of them . IN Heau'n the blessed Angels haue their beeing ; In hel the Fiends appointed to damnation . To men and beasts Earth yeelds firme habitation : The wing'd Musitians in the Aire are fleeing . With finnes the people gliding , Of Water haue th' enioying . In Fire ( all else destroying . ) The Salamander findes a strange abiding : But I , poore wretch , since I did first aspier , To loue your beauty , Beauties all excelling , Haue my strange diuerse dwelling , In heau'n , hell , earth , water , ayre , and Fier . Mine Eare , while you do sing , in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell , through hope & feares contention Earth holds my drossy wit and dull inuention . Th' ill foode of airie sighes my life sustaineth . To streames of teares stil flowing My weeping Eies are turned . My constant Heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing . O foole , no more , no more so high aspier ; In Heau'n is no beauty more excelling , In Hell no such pride dwelling , Nor heart so hard in earth , ayre , water , fier .

MADRIGAL X. Vpon his time rous silence in her presence . ARE Louers full of fier ? How comes it then my Verses are so colde ? And how , when I am nie her , And fit occasion wills me to be bolde , The more I burne , the more I do desier , The lesse I dare requier ? Ah Loue ! this is thy wondrous Art , To freeze the tongue , and fire the hart .

MADRIGAL XI . Vpon her long Absence . IF this most wretched and infernall Anguish , Wherin so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending , Do not worke out my ending . Nor yet your long-expected safe returning , To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning , With ioy so ouer-fill me , As presently it kill mee ; I wil conclude , hows'euer Schooles deceaue a man No Ioy , nor Sorrow , can of life bereaue a man .

Vpon seeing his Face in her Eie . FAirest and kindest of all woman-kinde : Since you did me the vndeserued grace , ●n your faire Eye to shew me my bad face , With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kinde ; Looke in mine Eie , and I will shew to you , The fairest face that Heau'ns Eie doth view . But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme Eie , Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face , Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface . But could , O could you once my Heart espie , Your forme at large you there engrav'd shuld see , Which , nor by Time , nor Death can razed bee .

MADRIGAL XII . Vpon her hiding her face from him . GOE wayling Accents , goe , With my warm teares & scalding teares attended , To th' Author of my woe , ●nd humbly aske her , why she is offended . Say , Deere , why hide you so , From him your blessed Eyes , Where he beholdes his earthly Paradise , Since he hides not from you His heart , wherein Loues heau'n you may view ?

MADRIGAL XIII . Vpon her Beauty and Inconstancie . Whosoeuer longs to trie , Both Loue and Iealousie , My faire vnconstant Ladie let him see , And he will soone a iealous Louer bee . Then he by proofe shall know , As I doe to my woe , How they make my poore heart at once to dwell , ●n fire and frost , in heau'n and in hell .

A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming Heart , and his Ladies frozen Breast . Hart Shut not ( sweet Breast ) to see me all of fire . Breast Flie not ( deere Hart ) to find me al of snowe . Hart Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire . Breast And I desire , Desiers sweet flames to know . Hart Thy Snow n'ill hurt me . Breast Nor thy Fire will harme me . Hart . This cold will coole me . Breast And this heate wil warme me . Hart Take this chaste fire to that pure virgin snow ▪ B. Being now thus warm'd , I le n'ere seek other fire ▪ H Thou giu'st more blis than mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take than Angells can desire . Both together Let one griefe harme vs ; And let one ioy fill vs : Let one loue warme vs ; And let one death kill vs .

ELEGIE . III. For what cause he obtaines not his Ladies fauour . Deere , why hath my long loue , and faith vnfained , At your faire hands no grace at all obtained ? I st , that my ●ocke-hol'd face doth beauty lacke ? No : Your sweet Sex , sweet beauty praiseth ; Ours , wit and valour chiefly raiseth . I st , that my musk lesse cloaths are plaine & blacke ? No : What wise Ladie loues fine noddies , With poore-clad mindes , and rich-clad bodies ? I st , that no costly gifts mine Agents are ? No : My true Heart which I present you , Should more than golde or pearle content you . I st , That my Verses want inuention rare ? No : I was neuer skilfull Poet , I truely loue , and plainely show it . ●st , That I vaunt , or am effeminate ? O scornefull vices ! I abhorre you , Dwell still in Court , the place fit for you . ●st , That you feare my loue soone turnes to hate ? No : Though disdain'd , I can hate neuer , But lou'd , where once I loue , loue euer . I st , That your fauours iealous Eies suppresse ? No : onely Virtue neuer-sleeping , Hath your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping . I st , That to many moe I loue professe ? Goddesse , you haue my Hearts oblation , And no Saint else lippes inuocation . No , none of these : The cause I now discouer ; No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer .

A Quatrain . IF you reward my loue with loue againe , My blisse , my life , my heau'n I will deeme you , But if you prowdly quite it with disdaine , My curse , my death , my hell I must esteeme you .

SONNET IX . To a worthy Lord ( now dead ) vpon presenting him for a New-yeers-gift , with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus . WOrthily , famous Lord , whose Virtues rare , Set in the golde of neuer-stain'd Nobilitie , And noble minde shining in true humilitie , Make you admir'de of all that vertuous are : ●f as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deedes victorious , So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious , And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States ; Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd , Of matchles Tacitus would them historifie , Then Caesars works so much we should not glorifie , And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd . ●ut till your selfe , or some such put them forth , ●ccept of these as Pictures of your worth .

To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of Englist Poets . Vpon his three seuerall sortes of Poesie , Liricall , in his Sonnets . Tragicall , in Rosamond and Cleopatra . Heroicall , in his Ciuill Warres . OLympiaes matchlesse Son , whenas he knew How many crowns his fathers sword had gaind , With smoaking sighs , and deep-fetcht sobs did rew , And his braue cheekes with scalding teares bedew , 〈◊〉 that kingdomes now so few remain'd , ●y his victorious Arme to bee obtain'd . So ( Learned Daniel ) when as thou didst see , That Spenser erst so far had spred his fame , That hee was Monark deem'd of Poesie , Thou didst ( I gesse ) eu'n burne with Iealousie , Lest Lawrell were not left enough to frame , A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name . But as that Pearle of Greece , soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire , And others all , whose names by Fame are plac'te In highest seate : So hath thy Muse surpast Spenser , and all that doe with hot desire , To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crown aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne , When each of those that did his Kingdoms share , The mighti'st Kings in might did match alone : ●o of thy skill the greatnes thus is showne , That each of those , great Poets deemed are , Who may in no one kinde with thee compare . One sharde out Greece , another Asia held , And fertile Egypt to a third did fall , ●ut only Alexander all did wield . ●o in soft pleasing Liricks some are skild , In Tragicke some , some in Heroicall , But thou alone art matchlesse in them all . Non equidem inuideo , miror magit

Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old . 1 WIts perfection , Beauties wonder , Natures pride , the Graces treasure , Vertues hope , his friends sole pleasure , This small Marble Stone lies vnder . Which is often moyst with teares , For such losse in such yong yeares . 2 Louely Boy , thou art not dead , ●ut from Earth to Heauen fled , For base Earth was far vnfit , For thy Beautie , Grace , and Wit. 3 Thou aliue on Earth sweete Boy , Had'st an Angels wit , and face : And now dead , thou dost enioy In high Heauen an Angels place .

An Inscription for the Statue of DIDO . O most vnhappy DIDO , ●nhappy Wife , and more vnhappy Widow ! ●nhappy in thy Mate , ●nd in thy Louer most vnfortunate . 〈◊〉 treason th' one was rest thee , 〈◊〉 treason th' other left thee . ●hat left thee meanes to flie with , ●his left thee meanes to die with . ●he former being dead , ●om Brothers sword thou fliest ; ●e latter being fled , ●n Louers sword thou diest . Piu meritare , che conseguire . FRA. DAVISON

SONNET . I. Hee demaunds pardon , for looking , louing , and writing . LEt not ( sweet Saint ) let not these lines offend you , Nor yet the Message that these lines imparte ; The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you , Loue , which your selfe hath planted in my harte . For beeing charm'd by the bewitching arte Of those inveagling graces which attend you , Loues holy fire makes mee breathe out in parte , The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you . Then if my Lines offend , let Loue be blamed . And if my Loue displease , accuse mine Eies , If mine Eies sinne , their sinnes cause onely lies On your brite eies , which haue my hart inflamed Since eies , loue , lines , erre then by your direction ; Excuse mine Eies , my Lines , and my Affection .

SONNET . II. Loue in Iustice punnishable only with like Loue . BVt if my Lines may not be held excused , Nor yet my Loue finde fauour in your Eyes , But that your Eyes as Iudges shall be vsed , Euen of the fault which from themselues doth rise , Yet this my humble suite do not despise , Let mee bee iudged as I stand accused , If but my fault my doome doe equalise , What er'e it bee , it shal not be refused . And since my Loue already is expressed , And that I cannot stand vpon deniall , I freely put my selfe vpon my triall , Let Iustice doome mee as I haue confessed . For in my Doome if Iustice bee regarded , My Loue with Loue againe shall bee rewarded .

SONET . III. Hee calls his Eares , Eyes , and Hart as witnesses of her sweet voyce , beauty , and inward vertuous perfections . FAyre is thy face , and great thy wits perfection , So fayre alas , so hard to bee exprest , That if my tyred pen should neue● rest , It should not blaze thy worth , but my affection . Yet let me say , the Muses make election Of your pure minde , there to erect their neast , And that your face is such a flint-hard breast , By force thereof , without force feeles subiection . Witnes mine Eare , rauisht when you it heares , Witnesse mine Eyes rauisht when you they see , Beauty and Vertue , witnesse Eyes and Eares , In you ( sweet Saint ) haue equall soueraingntie . But if , nor Eyes , nor Eares , can prooue it true , Witnesse my Hart , their 's none that equalls you .

SONNET . V. Prayse of her Eyes , excelling all Comparisons . I Bend my wit , but wit cannot deuise , Words fit to blaze the worth , your Eies contains , Whose nameles woorth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceed the name of eies . Eyes they be not , but worldes in which these lies , More blisse then this wide world besides contains ; Worlds they be not , but starres , whose influence raignes , Ouer my Life and Lifes felicities . Stars they bee not , but Suns , whose presence driues Darknes from night , and doth bright day impart ; Suns they be not , which outward heate deriues , But these do inwardly inflame my hart . Since then in Earth , nor Heau'n , they equal'd are , I must confesse they be beyond compare .

ODE I. His Lady to bee condemned of Ignorance or Crueltie . AS shee is faire , so faithfull I , My seruice shee , her grace I merit , Her beautie doth my Loue inherit , But Grace shee doth deny . O knowes shee not how much I loue ? Or doth knowledge in her moue No small Remorce ? For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force , Her Ignorance , or Cruelty As shee is faire , so cruell shee . I sowe true loue , but reape disdaining ; Her pleasure springeth from my paining , Which Pitties source should bee . Too well shee knowes how much I loue , Yet doth knowledge in her moue , No small remorce . Then the guilt thereof must lie Vpon this a lone of force , Her vndeserued Cruelty . As shee is faire , so were shee kinde : Or beeing cruel , could I wauer , Soone should I , either win her fauer , Or a new Mistresse finde . But neyther out alas may bee , Scorne in her , and loue in mee , So fixed are . Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge shee may , if shee compare My loue vnto her Crueltie .

SONNET VI. Contention of Loue and Reason for his Hart. REason and Loue lately at strife , contended , Whose Right it was to haue my minds protection , Reason on his side , Natures wil pretended , Loues Title was , my Mistresse rare perfection . Of power to ende this strife , each makes election , Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended ; But loue soon broght those thoghts into subiection By Beauties troopes , which on my saint depended . Yet , since to rule the minde was Reasons dutie , On this Condition it by loue was rendred , That endles Praise by Reason should be tendred , As a due Tribute to her conquering Beautie . Reason was pleasde withall , and to loues Royalty , He pledg'de my Hart , as Hostage for his Loyalty .

SONNET IIII. That she hath greater power ouer his happines and life , then either Fortune , Fate , or Starres . LEt Fate , my Fortune , and my Starres conspire , Io●ntly to poure on me their worst disgrace ; So I be graeious in your heauenly Face , I wey not Fates , nor Starres , nor Fortunes yre . T' is not the influence of Heauens Fire , Hath power to make me blessed in my Race , Nor in my happinesse hath Fortune place , Nor yet can Fate my poore lifes date expyre . T' is your faire Eyes ( my Starres ) all blisse doo giue , T is your disdaine ( my Fate ) hath power to kill , T' is you ( my Fortune ) make me happy liue , Though Fortune , Fate , & Stars conspyre mine ill . Then ( blessed Saint ) into your fauour take mee , ●ortune , nor Fate , nor Stars can wretched make me .

SONNET . VII . Of his Ladies weeping . WHat need I say , how it doth wound my brest , By fate to bee thus banisht from thine Eyes , Since your own Tears with me doo Sympathize , Pleading with slow departure there to rest ? For when with floods of teares they were opprest , Ouer those Iuory banks they did not rise , Till others enuying their felicities , Did presse them forth , that they might there be blest . Some of which , Teares prest forth by violence , Your lippes with greedy kissing strait did drinke : And other some vnwilling to part thence , Inamourd on your cheekes in them did sincke . And some which from your Face were forc'd away , In signe of Loue did on your Garments stay .

SONNET . VIII . Hee paints out his Torments . SWeet , to my cursed life some fauour showe , Or let me not ( accurst ) in life remaine , Let not my Senses sence of life retaine , Since sence doth only yeeld mee sence of woe . For now mine Eyes only your frownes doo know ; Mine Eeares heare nothing els but your disdaine , My lips taste nought but teares : and smel is paine , Banisht your lips , where Indian Odours grow . And my deuoted Hart your Beauties slaue , Feeles nought but scorne , oppression , & distresse , Made eu'n of wretchednes the wretched Caue , Nay , too too wretched for vilde wretchednesse . For euen sad sighes , as loathing there to rest , Struggle for passage from my Greefe-swolne brest .

ODE II. A dialogue betweene him and his Hart. AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated , With prayers oft repeated , Yet still my loue is thwarted : Hart let her goe , for shee 'le not be conuarted . Say , shal shee goe ? Oh no , no , no , no , no. Shee is most faire , though shee be marble harted . How often haue my sighs declar'de mine anguish ? Wherein I dayly languish , Yet doth shee still procure it : Hart let her goe , for I can not endure it . Say , shal shee goe ? Oh no , no , no , no , no. Shee gaue the wound , and shee alone must cure it . The trickling tears that down my cheeks haue flowed , My loue haue often showed ; Yet still vnkind I proue her : Hart , let her goe , for nought I do can moue her . Say , shal shee goe ? Oh no , no , no no , no. Though mee shee hate , I can not chuse but loue her . But shall I still a true affection owe her , Which prayers , sighs , teares do shew her ; And shall shee still disdaine mee ? Hart , let her goe , if they no grace can gaine mee . Say , shal shee goe ? Oh no , no , no , no , no. Shee made mee hers , and hers shee will retaine mee But if the Loue that hath , and still doth burne mee , No loue at length returne mee , Out of my thoughts I le set her : Hart , let her goe , oh hart , I pray thee let her . Say , shal shee goe ? Oh no , no , no , no , no : Fixt in the hart , how can the hart forget her . But if I weepe and sigh , and often waile mee , Till teares , sighes , prayers fayle mee , Shall yet my Loue perseuer ? Hart , let her goe , if shee will right thee neuer . Say , shal shee goe ? Oh no , no , no , no ▪ , no Teares , sighs , praiers faile , but true loue lasteth eue●

SONNET . IX . His Sighes and Teares are bootlesse . I Haue entreated , and I haue complained , I haue disprays'd , and prayse I like wise gaue , All meanes to win her Grace I tryed haue , And still I loue , and still I am disdained . So long I haue my Tongue and Pen constrained , To praise , dispraise , complaine , and pitty craue , That now , nor Tongue , nor Pen , to me her slaue Remaines , whereby her Grace may be obtained . Yet you ( my Sighs ) may purchace mee releefe , And yee ( my Teares ) her rocky hart may moue ; Therefore my sighes sigh in her eares my greefe , And in her Hart my Teares imprint my Loue . But cease vaine sighes , cease cease yee fruitles teares , Teares cannot pierce her Hart , nor sighes hir Eares .

SONNET . X. Her Beautie makes him loue , euen in despaire . WOunded with Greefe , I weepe , & sigh , & plaine , Yet neither plaints , nor sighs , nor tears do good ; But all in vaine I striue against the flood , Gaining but greefe for greefe , & paine for paine . Yet though in vaine my teares my cheekes distain ; Leauing ingrauen Sorrow where they stood ; And though my sighs consuming vp my blood , For Loue deseru'd , reape vndeseru'd Disdaine : And though in vaine I know I beg remorce At your remorcelesse harte , more hard then steele ; Yet , such ( alas ) such is your Beauties force , Charming my Sence , that though this h●ll I feele , Though neither plaints , nor sighs , nor tears can moue you , Yet must I still persist euer to loue you .

SONNET XI . Why her Lips yeeld him no words of Comfort . OFt doo I plaine , and shee my plants doth reede Which in black colors do paint forth my , wo So that of force she must my sorrow know ; And know , for her disdaine my hart doth bleede . And knowledge must of Force some pitty breede , Which makes me hope , she wil some fauour show And from her sugred lippes cause comfort flowe Into mine Eares , my hart with ioy to feede . Yet though she reads , and reading knowes my griefe , And knowledge moues her pitie my distresse , Yet do her lips , sweet lips , yeeld no releefe . Much do I muse , but find no cause but this , That in her lips , her heauenly lips that blisse them , Her words loth thence to part , stay there to kisse them .

SONNET . XII . Comparison of his Hart to a Tempest-beaten Ship . LIke a Sea-tossed Barke with tackling spent , And Starres obscur'd his watry iornies guide By lowd tempestuous windes and raging tide , From waue to waue with dreadfull fury sent , Fares my poore Hart ; my Hart-strings being rent , And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide , Since your faire eies my Stars themselues do hide Clouding their light in frownes and discontent . For from your frowns do spring my sighes & teares Teares flow like seas , & sighes like winds do bloe Whose ioyned rage most violently beares My Tempest-beaten hart from woe to woe . And if your Eyes shine not that I may shun it , On Rocke , despaire , my sighes , and teares wil run it

ELEGIE . To his Lady , who had vowel Virginitie . EV'N as my hand my Pen on Paper laies , My trembling hand my Pen from Paper staies , ●est that thine eies which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute , bid cease to moue you , So that I fare like one at his wits end , Hoping to gaine , and fearing to offend . What pleaseth Hope , the same Dispaire mislikes , What hope sets down , those lines despair outstrikes , So that my nursing-murthering Pen affords , A Graue and Cradle to my new-borne words . But whil'st like clowds tosst vp and downe the ayre , 〈◊〉 racked hang twixt Hope and sadde Despaire , Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field , And vnto conq'ring Hope my Hart doth yeeld . For when mine eies vnpartially are fixed , On thy Rose cheekes with Lillies intermixed , And on thy forehead like a cloude of snow , From vnder which thine eies like Sunnes do show , And all those partes which curiously do meete , Twixt thy large-spreading haire and pretty feete , Yet looking on them all , discerne no one , That owes not homage vnto Cupids Throne ; Then Chastitie ( me thinkes ) no claime should lay To this faire Realme , vnder Loues Scepters sway . For onely to the Queene of amorous pleasure Belongs thy Beauties tributary treasure ; Treasure , which doth more than those riches please For which men plow long furrowes in the Seas . ) If you were wrinckled olde , or Natures scorne , Or time your beauties colours had out-worne ; Or were you mewed vp from gazing eies , Like to a cloystred Nunne , which liuing , dies : Then might you waite on Chastities pale Queene , Not being faire , or being faire , not seene . But you are faire , so passing passing faire , That loue I must , though louing I despaire , For when I saw your eies ( O cursed blisse ! ) Whose light I would not laue , nor yet would misse , ( For t is their light alone by which I liue , And yet their sight alone my deaths wound giue . ) Looking vpon your heart-entangling looke , I like a heedelesse Bird was snar'de and tooke . It lies not in our will to hate or loue , For Natures influence our will doth moue . And loue of Beauty Nature hath innated , In Harts of men when first they were created . For eu'n as Riuers to the Ocean runne , Returning backe , from whence they first begunne : Or as the Skie about the Earth doth wheele , Or giddy ayre like to a Drunkard reele , So with the course of Nature doth agree , That Eies which Beauties Adamant do see , Should on Affections line trembling remayne , True-subiect-like eying their Soueraigne . If of mine Eies you also could bereaue me , As you already of my hart deceiue me , Or could shut vp my rauisht eares , through which You likewise did m'inchaunted Heart bewitch , Or had in Absence both these illes combinde ; ( For by your Absence I am deafe and blinde , And , neither Eares , nor Eies in aught delight , But in your charming speach , and gratious sight ) To roote out Loue all meanes you can inuent , Were all but labour lost , and time ill spent , For as the sparkes being spent , which fier procure , The fire doth brightly-burning still endure : Though Absence so your sparkling Eies remoue , My Hart still burnes in endles flames of Loue . Then striue not gainst the streame , to none effect , But let due Loue yeeld Loue a due respect . Nor seeke to ruine what your selfe begunne , Or loose a Knot that cannot be vndone . But vnto Cupids bent conforme your will , For will you , nill you , I must loue you sti●l . But if your Will did swimme with Reasons tide , Or followed Natures neuer-erring guide , It cannot chuse but bring you vnto this , To tender that which by you gotten is . Why were you faire to be besought of many , If you liue chaste , not to be wonne of any ? For if that Nature loue to Beautie offers , And Beauty shunne the loue that Nature proffer's Then , either vniust Beauty is too blame , With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame , Or else vnlawfully if loue we must , And be vnlou'de , then Nature is vniust . Vniustly then Nature hath heartes created , There to loue most , where most their loue is hated , And flattering them with a faire-seeming ill , To poyson them with Beauties sugred Pill . Thinke you that Beauties admirable worth Was to no end , or idle end brought forth ? No , no ; from Nature neuer deede did passe , But it by wisedomes hand subscribed was . But you in vaine are faire , if faire , not viewed , Or being seene , mens hearts be not subdewed , Or making each mans heart your Beauties thrall You be enioyed of no one at all . For as the Lions strength to seize his pray , And fearefull Hares light foote to runne away , Are as an idle Talent but abused , And fruitlesse had , if had , they be not vsed , So you in vaine haue Beauties bonds to show , By which , mens Eies engaged Hearts do owe , If Time shall cancell them before you gaine Th' indebted Tribute to your Beauties raigne . But if ( these Reasons being vainely spent ) You fight it out to the last Argument ; Tell me but how one Body can enclose , As louing friends two deadly hating foes . But when as Contraries are mixt together , The colour made , doth differ much from either . Whil'st mutually at strife they doe impeach The glosse and lustre proper vnto each . So , where one body ioyntly doth inuest An Angells face , and cruell Tygres brest , There dieth both Allegeance and Command , For self-deuided kingdomes cannot stand . But as a Child that knowes not what is what , Now craueth this , and now affecteth that , And hauing , weyes not that which he requires , But is vnpleasde , euen in his pleasde desires : Chaste Beauty so , both will , and will not haue , The self-same thing it childishly doth craue : And wanton-like , now Loue , now Hate affecteth , And Loue , or Hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth . So ( like the Webb Penelope did weaue , Which made by day , shee did at night vnreaue ) Fruitlesse Affections endlesse threede is spunne , At one selfe instant twisted , and vndone . Nor yet is this chaste Beauties greatest ill , For where it speaketh faire , it there doth kill . A Marble hart vnder an amorous looke , Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke : For from a Ladies shining-frowning Eyes , Deaths sable Darte , and Cupids Arrow flies . Since then , from Chastity and Beauty spring , Such muddy streams , where each doth raign as king ; Let Tyrant Chastities vsurped Throane , Bee made the seate of Beauties grace alone ; And let your Beauty bee with this suffiz'd , That my harts Cittie is by it surpriz'd : Raze not my Hart , nor to your Beauty raise , Blood-guilded Trophees of your Beauties praise ; For wisest Conquerors doo Townes desire , On honourable termes and not with fyre .

SONNET . XIII . That he cannot leaue to loue , though commanded . HOw can my Loue in equitie bee blamed , Still to importune though it ne'r obtayne ; Since though her face and voice will me refraine , Yet by her Voyce and Face I am inflamed ? For when ( alas ) her face with frownes is framed , To kill my Loue , but to reuiue my payne ; And when her voice commands , but all in vayne , That loue both leaue to be , and to bee named . Her Syren voyce doth such enchantment moue , And thogh she frown , eu'n frowns so louely make her . That I of force am forced still to loue ; Since then I must , and yet can not forsake her , My fruitles praiers shall cease in vaine to moue her , But my deuoted Hart ne're cease to moue her .

SONNET . XIIII . He desires leaue to write of his Loue . MVst my deuoted Heart desist to loue her ? No , loue I may , but I may not confesse it . What harder thing than loue , and yet depresse it ? Loue most conceal'd , doth most it selfe discouer . Had I no pen to shew that I approue her , Were I tongue-tide that I might not addresse it , In Plaints and Prayr'es vnfained to expresse it , Yet could I not my deepe affection couer . Had I no pen , my very teares would show it , Which write my true affection in my face . Were I tong-tide , my sighs wold make her know it , Which witnes that I grieue at my disgrace . Since then , though silent , I my loue discouer , O let my pen haue leaue to say , I loue her !

Quid pluma leuius ? Puluis . Quid puluere ? Ventus . Quid vento ? Mulier . Quid muliere ? Nihil .

Translated thus ; DVst is lighter than a Feather , And the Winde more light than eather . But a Womans fickle minde , More than Feather , Dust , or Winde .

W. D.

SONETS , ODES , ELEGIES and other POESIES .

Splendidis longum valedico nugis .

ANOMOS .

III. Sonnets for a Proeme to the Poems following . That Loue onely made him a Poet , and that all sortes of Verses , both in Rime and Measure , agree with his Lady .

SONNET I. SOme men , they say , are Poets borne by kinde , And suck that science from their mothers brest : An easie Arte that comes with so great rest , And happy men to so good hap assignde . In some , desire of praise enflames the minde , To clime with paine Parnassus double crest : Some , hope of rich Rewardes hath so possest , That Gold , in Castall Sands they seeke to finde . Me , neither Nature hath a Poet made , Nor loue of Glory mou'de to learne the trade , Nor thirst of Golde perswaded for to write ; For Natures graces are too fine for mee , Praise like the Peacockes pride her selfe to see , Desire of Gaine the basest mindes delight .

SONNET . II. WHat mou'd me then ? say Loue , for thou canst tel ; Of thee I learn'd this skill , if skill I haue : Thou knowst the Muse , whose help I alwais craue Is none of those that on Parnassus dwell . My Muse is such as doth them all excell , They all to her alone their cunning gaue , To sing , to dance , to play , to make so braue ; Thrice threefold Graces her alone befell . From her do flow the streames that water mee , Hers is the praise , if I a Poet bee ; Her only looke both will and skill doth giue . What maruaile then if I those lawes refuse , Which other Poets in their making vse , Since by her lookes I write , by which I liue ?

SONNET . III. THus am I free from lawes that other binde , Who diuerse verse to diuerse matter frame ; All kinde of Stiles doo serue my Ladies name , What they in all the world , in her I finde . The lofty Verse doth shew her noble minde , By which shee quencheth Loues enraged flame , Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame , The tender Elege speakes her pitty kinde . In mournefull Tragicke Verse for her I die , In Comicke shee reuiues me with her eye , All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone , Each looke she casts doth breede both peace & strife , Ech word she speakes doth cause both death & life , Out of my selfe I liue in her alone .

ODE I. Where his Lady keepes his hart . SWeete Loue , mine only treasure For seruice long vnfained , Wherein I nought haue gained , Vouchsafe this little pleasure , To tell mee in what parte , My Lady keepes my Harte . If in her haire so slender , Like golden nets vntwined , Which fire and art haue fined , Her thrall my hart I render , For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide . If in her Eyes shee binde it , Wherein that fire was framed , By which it is inflamed , I dare not looke to finde it ; I only wish it sight , To see that pleasant light . But if her Breast haue dained With kindnes to receiue it , I am content to leaue it , Though death thereby were gained ; Then Lady take your owne , That liues for you alone .

To her Eyes . FAine would I learne of thee thou murth'ring Eie , Whether thy glance bee fire , or else a dart : For with thy looke in flames thou mak'st mee frie , And with the same thou strik'st mee to the hart . Pierst with thy lookes I burne in fire , And yet those lookes I still desire . The flie that buzzeth round about the flame Knows not ( poore Soule ) she gets her death therby , I see my death , and seeing , seeke the same , And seeking , finde , and finding , chuse to die . That when thy lookes my life haue slaine , Thy lookes may giue mee life againe . Turne then to mee those sparkling Eyes of thine , And with their firy glances pierce my hart . Quench not my light , lest I in darknes pine , Strike deepe and spare not , pleasant is the smart . So by thy lookes my life bee spilt , Kill mee as often as thou wilt .

ODE . II. The more fauour he obtaines , the more he desires . AS soone may water wipe me drie , And fire my heate allay , As you with fauour of your eye , Make hotte desire decay : The more I haue , The more I craue ; The more I craue , the more desire , As piles of wood encrease the fire . The sencelesse stone that from on hie Descends to Earth below , With greater haste it selfe doth plie , The lesse it hath to goe : So feeles desire Encrease of fire , That still with greater force doth burne , Till all into it selfe it turne . The greater fauour you bestow , The sweeter my delight ; And by delight Desire doth grow , And growing gathers might . The lesse remaines , The more my paines , To see my selfe so neere the brinke , And yet my fill I cannot drinke .

Loue the onely price of Loue . THe fairest Pearles that Northerne Seas do breed , For pretious stones from Easterne coasts are sold . Nought yeelds the earth that from exchange is freed , Gold valews all , and all things valew Gold . Where goodnes wants an equall change to make , There greatnes serues , or number place doth take . No mortall thing can beare so hie a price , But that with mortall thing it may be bought . The corne of Sicill buies the westerne spice , French wine of vs , of them our cloth is sought . No pearles , no gold , no stones , no corne , no spice , No cloth , no wine , for loue can pay the price . What thing is loue , which nought can counteruaile ? Nought saue it selfe , eu'n such a thing is Loue . All worldly wealth in worth as far doth faile , As lowest earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue . Diuine is Loue , and scorneth worldly pelfe , And can be bought with nothing , but with selfe . Such is the price my louing heart would pay , Such is the pay thy Loue doth claime as due . Thy due is Loue , which I ( poore I ) assay , In vaine assay to quite with friendship true : True is my loue , and true shall euer bee , And truest loue is farre too base for thee . Loue but thy selfe , and loue thy selfe alone , For saue thy selfe , none can thy loue requite : All mine thou hast , but all as good as none , My small desart must take a lower flight . Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my hart such blis , Accept it for thy Prisner at it is .

His Hart arraigned of Theft , and acquitted . MY Hart was found within my Ladies Brest , Close coucht for feare that no man might him see , On whom suspect did serue a straight Arrest , And Felon-like hee must arraigned bee . What could he meane so closely there to stay , But by deceit to steale her hart away ? The Bench was set , the Prisoner forth was brought , My Mistresse selfe cheefe Iudge to heare the cause ; Th' Enditement read , by which his blood was sought , That he ( poore hart ) by stealth had broke the lawes : His Plea was such as each man might descry , For grace and ruth were read in either Eye . Yet forc'd to speake , his farther Plea was this , That sore pursude by mee that sought his blood , Because so oft his presence I did mis , Whil'st , as he said , he labour'd for my good : He , voyd of helpe to haue his harmes redrest , Tooke Sanctuary within her sacred brest . The gentle Iudge that saw his true intent . And that his cause did touch her honor neere , Since he from me to her for succour went ; That ruth may raigne , where rigour did appeere , Gaue sentence thus ; that if he there would bide , That place was made the guiltles hart to hide .

MADRIGAL . I. THine Eyes so bright Bereft my sight , When first I viewed thy face . So now my light Is turn'd to night , I stray from place to place . Then guide me of thy kindenesse , So shall I blesse my blindenesse .

PHALEVCIAKS . I. TIme nor place did I want , what held me tongtide ? What Charmes , what magicall abused Altars ? Wherefore wisht I so oft that hower vnhappy , When with freedome I might recount my torments , And pleade for remedy by true lamenting ? Dumbe , nay dead in a trance I stood amazed , When those looks I beheld that late I long'd for ; No speech , no memory , no life remained , Now speech prateth apace , my griefe bewraying , Now ●ootlesse memory my plaints remembreth , Now life moueth againe , but al auailes not . Speech , life , and memory die altogether , With speech , life , memory , Loue onely dies not .

Deadly Sweetnes . SWeet thoghts , the food on which I feeding sterue Sweet tears , the drink that more augments my thirst Sweet eies , the stars by which my cours doth swerue Sweet hope , my death , which wast my life at first . Sweet thoughts , sweet teares , sweet hope , sweet eies , How chance that death in sweetnes lies ?

MADRIGAL II. Verball Loue . IF Loue be made of words , as woods of Trees , Who more belou'd then I ? If loue be hotte where true desire doth freeze , Who more then she doth frie ? Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees ? Is running water drie ? Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees , Hee liue that dead doth lie ? What else but blinde is he that nothing sees , But deafe that heares no crie ? Such is her vowed loue to mee , Yet must I thinke it true to bee .

Ladies eyes , serue Cupid both for Darts and Fire . OFt haue I mus'd the cause to finde , Why Loue in Ladies eies doth dwell . 〈◊〉 thought , because himselfe was blinde , Hee lookt that they should guide him well . And sure his hope but seldome failes , For Loue by Ladies eyes preuailes . But Time , at last , hath taught me wit , Although I bought my wit full deere , For by her Eies my heart is hit , Deepe is the wound though none appeere , Their glauncing beames as darts he throwes , And sure he hath no shaftes but those . I musde to see their eies so bright , And little thought they had beene fire ; I gazde vpon them with delight , But that delight hath bred desire ; What better place can Loue require , Than that where grow both shafts and fire ?

Loues Contrarieties . I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe , Not for Delight , for that long since is fled , Despaire did shut the Gate against Releefe , When Loue , at first , of death the sentence read . But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine , To thinke what toyes do tosse my troubled head . How most I wish , that most I should tefraine , And seeke the thing that least I long to finde , And finde the wound by which my heart is slaine , Yet want both skill and will to ease my minde . Against my will I burne with free consent , I liue in paine , and in my paine delight , I cry for death , yet am to liue content , I hate the day , yet neuer wish for night ; I freeze for colde , and yet refraine the fire ; I long to see , and yet I shunne her sight , I scalde in Sunne , and yet no shade desire , I liue by death , and yet I wish to die , I feele no hurte , and yet for help enquire , I die by life , and yet my life defie . Heu , cogor voti nescius esse mei .

ODE III. DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde , To seeke for that I cannot finde , Assured faith in woman-kinde , And loue with loue rewarded ; Selfe-loue , all but himselfe disdaines , Suspect as chiefest virtue raignes , Desire of change vnchang'd remaines , So light is Loue regarded . True friendship is a naked name , That idle braines in pastime frame , Extreames are alwayes worthy blame , Enough is common kindnes . What floods of teares do Louers spend ? What sighes from out their hearts they send ? How many , may , and will not mend ? Loue is a wilfull blindnesse . What is the Loue they so desire ? Like loue for loue , and equall fire ; Good louing wormes , which loue require , And know not when they haue it . Is Loue in wordes ? faire wordes may faine . Is Loue in lookes ? sweet lookes are vaine ; Both these in common kindnes raigne , Yet few or none so craue it . Thou wouldst be lou'de , and that of one , For vice ? thou maist seeke loue of none : For virtue ? why of her alone ? I say so more , speake you that know the truth , If so great loue be aught but heate of youth ?

MADRIGAL III. SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill : In none , but her , al Graces friendly meete . ●n all , saue her , may Cupid haue his will , By none , but her , is Fancy vnder feete . Most strange of all , her praise is in her want , Her Heart that should be flesh , is Adamant . Laudo quod lugeo .

SMoothe are thy lookes , so is the deepest streame : Soft are thy lippes , so is the swallowing Sand. Faire is thy sight , but like vnto a dreame ; Sweet is thy promise , but it wil not stand . Smooth , soft , faire , sweet , to them that lightly tuch , Rough , hard , foule , sowre to them that take too much . Thy looks so smoothe haue drawne away my sight . Who would haue thoght that hooks could so be hid ? Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight , Before I once suspected what they did . Thy face so faire hath burnt mee with desire , Thy wordes so sweete were bellowes for the fire . And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde , And like to kisse the lippes that fret my life , In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde , And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife . That if my choice were now to make againe , I would not haue this ioy without this paine .

PHALEVCIACKS II. HOw , or where haue I lost my selfe ? vnhappy ! Dead , nor liue am I neither , and yet am both . Through despayre am I dead , by hope reuiued , Weeping wake I the night from eue to morning , Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening . Teares are drink to my thirst , by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate , I hunger eating , Might I , O that I might refraine my feeding , Soone would ease to my hart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke , when I behold not Those bright beams of her Eies , Apollo darkning ; Life and light do I loose when I behold them , All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water . Death and life I receiue her Eyes beholding ; Death and life I refuze not in beholding , So that , dead or aliue I may behold them .

L'ENVOY in ryming Phaleuciacks . MVse not , Lady , to reade so strange a Meeter ; Strange griefe , strange remedy for ease requireth When sweet Ioy did abound , I writt the sweeter , Now that weareth away , my Muse retireth : In you lyes it alone to cure my sadnesse , And therewith to reuiue my hart with gladnesse

SONNET . IIII. WRongde by Desire I yeelded to disdaine , Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite therby . Rash was Reuenge and sware desire should die . No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine . Downe to my Hart in rage hee hastes amaine , And stops each passage lest Desire should flie : Within my Eares disdainfull words did lie , Proud lookes did keepe mine Eyes with scornfull traine . Desire that earst but flickred in my brest , And wanton-like now prickt , now gaue me rest , For feare of death sunke deeper in my hart . There raignes he now , and there will raigne alone , Desire is iealous , and giues part to none , Nor hee from mee , nor I from him can start .

That he is vnchangeable . The loue of change hath chang'd the world throwout And nought is counted good , but what is strang ; New things waxe olde , olde new , all turne about , And all things change except the loue of change . Yet feele I not this loue of change in mee , But as I am , so will I alwayes bee . For who can change that likes his former choice , Who better wish , that knowes he hath the best ? How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce , If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest ? My choyce is made , change he that list for mee , Such as I am , such will I alwaies bee . Who euer chang'd , and not confest his want ? And who confest his want , and not his woe ? Then change who list , thy woe shall not be scant , Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe . Change calls for change , no end , no ease for thee , Then , as I am , so will I alwaies bee . Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight , 〈◊〉 heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought . ●●ne inward thoughts are fed with true delight , Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought . And full Content desiers no Change to see , Then , as I am , so will I alwayes bee . R●st then ( my Hart ) and keep thine olde delight , Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day : Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight , More cause of ioy increaseth eu'ry way . True loue with age doth daily cleerer see , Then , as I am , so wil I alwayes bee . What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change , But losse of fame , of beauty , health , and life ? Marke Iasons hap , that euer lou'de to range , That lost his children , and his princely wife . Then Change farewell , thou art no Mate for me , But , as I am , so will I alwayes be . Iamais aulire .

To his Eies . VNhappy Eies , the causers of my paine , That to my foe betray'd my strongest hold , Wherein , he like a Tyrant now doth raigne , And boasts of winning that which treason solde . Too late you call for help of me in vaine , Whom Loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold ; The teares you shed increase my hote desire , As water on the Smithie kindles fire . The sighs that from my Heart ascend , Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest , No part is left to harbour quiet rest , I burne in fire and do not spend ; Like him , whose growing maw , The vulture still doth gnaw .

ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moon-light . THe night say all , was made for rest , And so say I , but not for all : To them the darkest nights are best , Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall : But I that seeke my rest by light , Hate sleepe , and praise the cleerest night . Bright was the Moone , as bright as day , And Venus glistred in the West , Whose light did leade the ready way , That brought mee to my wished rest : Then each of them encreast their light , While I inioy'd her heauenly sight . Say , gentle Dames , what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont ? Would Phoebe fayre Endimion finde ? Would Venus see Adonis hunt ? No no , you feared by her sight , To loose the prayse of Beauty bright . At last , for shame you shrunke away , And thought to reaue the world of light : Then shone my Dame with brighter ray , Then that which comes from Phoebus sight : None other light but hers I prayse , Whose nights are cleerer then the dayes .

Vpon her Absence . The summer Sun that scalds the ground with heate , And burns the Grasse , & dries the Riuers source , With milder beames , the farthest earth doth beate , When through the frozen Gote he runs his course . The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand , Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand . Not so , the heate that sets my heart on fire , By distance , slakes , and lets me coole againe : But still , the farther off , the more desire , The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine . My Ladies presence burnt me with desire , Her absence turnes me into flaming fire . Whoso hath seene the flame that burneth bright , By outward colde in narrow roome supprest , Encrease in heate and rage with greater might , May ghesse what force of fire torments my brest : So run the swelling streames with double force , Where locks or piles are set to stay their course . For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere , By whose sweete sight he liues that else should die , It cloasde it selfe , to keepe those beames so cleere , Which from her looke had pierst it through the Eie . The firy beams which would breake out so faine , By seeking vent , encrease my burning paine . But if my Deere returne aliue , and found , That these mine eyes may see her beautie bright , My Hart shall spread with ioy that shall abound , And open wide , receiuing cleerer light . Shee shall recouer that which I possesse , And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse .

ODE V. Petition to haue her leaue to die . WHen will the fountaine of my Teares be drie ? When will my sighes be spent ? When will Desire agree to let me die ? When will thy hart relent ? It is not for my life I pleade , Since death the way to rest doth leade , But stay for thy consent , Lest thou be discontent . For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill , My Ghost will neuer rest : So hath it sworne to worke thine only will , And holds that euer best . For since it only liues by thee , Good reason thou the ruler bee : Then giue me leaue to die , And shew thy powre thereby .

THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snowe , By strugling hard gets out her tender head : ●nd spies far off from where shee lies belowe , The winter Sun that from the North is fled : But all in vaine shee lookes vpon the light , Where heate is wanting to restore her might . What doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent , ●ong time with biting hunger ouer-prest ; ●o see without or smell within the sent , ●f daintie fare for others tables drest ? Yet Snake and pris'ner both behold the thing , The which ( but not with sight ) might confort bring . ●ch is my state , or worse , if worse may bee , ●y heart opprest with heauy frost of care , ●ebar'd of that which is most deere to mee , ●ld vp with colde , and pinde with euill fare : And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe , And yet the sight doth breed my greater girefe . Thisbe saw her louer through the wall , ●●d saw thereby , shee wanted that shee saw : ●●d so I see , and seeing want withall , ●●d wanting so , vnto my drath I draw : ●nd so my death were twenty times my frend , ●f with this Verse my hated life might end .

ODE VI. IE my decay be your encrease , If my distresse bee your delight , If warre in me procure your peace , If wrong to me , to you be right , I would decay , distresse , warre , wrong , Might end the life that ends so long . Yet , if by my decay you grow , When I am spent your growth is past : If from my griefe your Ioy do flow , When my griefe ends , your Ioy flies fast : Then for your sake , though to my paine , I striue to liue , to die full faine . For if I die , my warre must cease ; Then can I suffer wrong no more : My warre once done , farewel your peace , My wrong , your right doth still restore : Thus , for your right I suffer wrong , And for your peace , my warre prolong . But since no thing can long indure , That sometime hath not needefull rest , What can my life your ioy assure , If still I waile with griefe opprest ? The strongest stomacke faints at last , For want of ease and due repast . My restlesse sighes breake out so fast , That time to breathe they quite deny : Mine Eyes so many teares haue cast , That now the springs themselues are dry : Then grant some little ease from paine , Vntill the springs bee full againe . The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes , Vntill his heart be growne , hath peace : And Sisyphus by hellish lawes , Whilste that the stone rowles downe , doth cease : But all in vaine I striue for rest , Which breedes more sorrow in my brest . Let my Decay bee your encrease , Let my distresse bee your delight : Let warre in mee procure your peace , Let wrong in mee to you bee right ; That by my Griefe your Ioy may liue , Vouchsafe some little rest to giue .

ODE VII . CLose your lids , vnhappy Eyes , From the sight of such a change : ●oue hath learned to despise , ●elfe-conceit hath made him strange : Inward now his sight he turneth , With himselfe in loue hee burneth . If abroad he beautie spie , As by chance he lookes abroad , Or it is wrought by his eye , Or forc'de out by Painters fraude . Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth , That himselfe too much esteemeth . ●oy disdaine hath kindnes place , Kindnes forc'de to hide his head : True Desire is counted base , Hope with hope is hardly fed : Loue is thought a fury needlesse , Hee that hath it , shal die speedlesse . Then mine eies , why gaze you so ? Beautie scornes the Teares you shed ; Death you seeke to end my woe , O that you of death were sped ! But with Loue hath death conspired , To kill none whom Loue haue fired .

CVpid at length I spie thy crafty wile , Though for a time thou didst me sore beguile , When first thy shaft did wound my tender hart , ●t toucht mee light , mee thought I felt some paine ; Some litle prick at first did make mee smart , But yet that griefe was quickly gone againe . ●ull small account I made of such a sore , As now doth ranckle inward more and more . So poyson first the sinewes lightly straines , Then straies , and after spreads through al the vaines , No otherwise , then he , that prickt with thorne , Starts at the first , and feeles no other griefe , As one whose hart so litle hurt did scorne , And deigned not to seek despis'd reliefe : At last , when rest doth after trauaile come , That litle pricke the joynt with paine doth numme . What may I thinke the cause of this thy craft , That at the first thou stick'st not deepe thy shaft ? If at the first I had thy stroke espi'de , ( Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so ) To keepe my selfe all wayes I would haue tride , At least , I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe : Yet , truth to say , I did suspect no lesse , And knew it too , at least , I so did ghesse . I saw , and yet would willingly be blinde . I felt the sting , yet flatt'red still my minde , And now too late I know my former guilt , And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore ; My life , I doubt , my health I know is spilt , A iust reward for dallying so before : For I that would not when I might haue ease , No maruell though I cannot when I please . Clipeum post vulnera .

A Paraphrasticall translation of Petrarkes Sonnet , beginning , S' Amor non è , che dunque è quel ch'io sento . IF Loue bee nothing but an idle name , A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill : A fained fire , deuoyd of smoke and flame ; Then what is that which mee tormenteth still ? If such a thing as Loue indeede there bee , What kind of thing , or which , or where is hee ? If it be good , how causeth it such paine ? How doth it breed such greefe within my brest ? If naught , how chance the greefe that I sustaine , Doth seeme so sweet amidst my great vnrest ? For sure mee thinkes it is a wondrous thing , That so great paine should so great pleasure bring . If with my will amidst these flames I fry , Whence come thee teares ? how chance I thus complaine ? If force perforce I beare this misery , What help these Teares that cannot ease my paine ? How can this fancy beare such sway in mee , But if my selfe consent , that so it bee ? And if my selfe consent , that so it bee , Vniust I am thus to complaine and cry ; To looke that other men should succour mee , ●ince by my fault I feele such misery : Who will not helpe himselfe when well hee can , Deserues small helpe of any other man . Thus am I tost vpon the troublous Seas , By sundry winds , whose blastes blow sundry waies : And eu'ry blast still driuing where it please , Brings hope and feare to end my lingring dayes : The Steers-man gone , saile , helme , & tackle lost , How can I hope to gayne the wished Coast ? Wisedome and folly is the lucklesse fraight , My ship therewith ballast vnequally : Wisedome too light , folly of too great waight , My Barke and I , through them , in ieopardie : Thus , in the midst of this perplexity , I wish for death , and yet am loath to die .

FAyre is thy face , and that thou knowest too well , Hard is thy Hart , and that thou wilt not knowe : Thou hear'st and smil'st , when I thy prayses tell , But stopst thine Eares when I my greef would show : Yet thou ghin vaine , needs must I speake , Or else my swelling Hart would breake . And when I speake , my breath doth blow the fire , With which my burning Hart consumes away : I call vpon thy name and helpe require , Thy deerest Name which doth mee still betray : For grace , sweet Grace thy name doth sound , Yet ah ! in thee no grace is found . Alas , to what parte shal I then appeale ? Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee : Thy tongue commands my hart his griefe conceale , Thy nimble feete from me do alwayes flee : Thine Eyes cast fire to burne my hart , And thou reioycest in my smart . Then , since thou seest the life I leade in paine , And that for thee I suffer all this griefe , O let my Heart this small request obtaine , That thou agree it pine without reliefe ! I aske not Loue for my good will , But leaue , that I may loue thee still . Quid minus optari per mea vota potest .

ODE . VIII . DIsdaine that so doth fill mee , Hath surely sworne to kill mee , And I must die : Desire that still doth burne mee , To life againe will turne mee And liue must I. O kill mee then disdaine ! That I may liue againe . Thy lookes are life vnto mee , And yet those lookes vndoo mee , O death and life ! Thy smile some rest doth show mee , Thy frowne with warre o'rethrow mee , O peace and strife ! Nor , life nor death is either , Then giue mee both , or neither . Life only cannot please mee , Death only cannot ease mee , Change is delight . I liue that death may kill mee , I die that life may fill mee , Both day and night . If once Despaire decay , Desire will weare away .

An Inuectiue against Loue . ALL is not Gold that shineth bright in show , Nor eu'ry flower so good , as faire , to sight , The deepest streames , aboue do calmest flow , And strongest Poysons oft the taste delight , The pleasant baite doth hide the harmeful hooke ▪ And false deceit can lend a friendly looke . Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe , Whose first beginnings goodly promise make , Of pleasures faire and fresh as Summers grasse , Which neither Sun can parch , nor winde can shake But when the Mould should in the fire be tride , The Gold is gone , the dr●sse doth still abide . Beautie , the flower so fresh , so faire , so gay , So sweet to smell , so soft to touch and taste , As seemes it should endure , by right , for ay , And neuer be with any storme defaste : But when the baleful Southerne wind doth blow , Gone is the glory which it erst did show . Loue is the streame , whose waues so calmely flow , As might intice mens mindes to wade therein : Loue is the poyson mixt with sugar so , As might by outward sweetnes liking win . But as the deepe o'reflowing stops thy breath , So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death . Loue is the baite , whose taste the fish deceaues , And makes them swallow down the choking hooke : Loue is the face whose fairenes iudgement reaues , And makes thee trust a false and fained looke : But as the hooke , the foolish fish doth kill , So flatt'ring lookes , the Louers life do spill . Vsque ade● dulce puella malum est .

Vpon an Heroicall Poeme which hee had begunne ( in Imitation of Virgil , ) of the first Inhabiting this famous I le by Brute , and the Troyans . MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing , Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweet delight , Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string , To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight : Shril Trumpets sound , sharpe Swords & Lance strong Warre , bloud , and death , were matter of her song The God of Loue by chance had heard thereof , That I was prou'd a Rebell to his Crowne , Fit words for Warre , quoth he , with angry skoff , A likely man to write of Marses frowne : Well are they sped whose praises he shall write , Whose wanton Pen can nought but Loue indit This said , he whiskt his parti-coulor'd wings , And down to earth he comes more swift than thog Then to my hart in angry haste he flings , To see what change these news of wars had wroght He pries , and lookes , he ransacks eu'ry vaine , Yet findes he nought , saue loue , and Louers pain Then I that now perceiu'd his needles feare , With heauy smile began to pleade my cause : In vayne ( quoth I ) this endlesse greefe I beare , In vaine I striue to keepe thy greeuous Lawes , If after proofe so often trusty found , Vniust Suspect condemne mee as vnsound . Is this the guerdon of my faithfull hart ? Is this the hope on which my life is staide ? Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart ? Is this the price that for my paines is paid ? Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloody field , Where death , or conquest , end or ioy doth yeeld . Long haue I seru'd : what is my pay but payne ? Oft haue I sude : what gaine I but delay ? My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine , My greefe a game , my pen is made a play : Yea , Loue that doth in other fauour find , In mee is counted madnes out of kind . And last of all , but greeuous most of all , Thy selfe , sweet Loue , hath kild me with suspect ; Could Loue beleeue , that I from Loue would fall ? ●s warre of force to make mee Loue neglect ? No , Cupid knowes , my mind is faster set , Then that by war I should my Loue forget . My Muse indeed to War enclines her minde , The famous Actes of worthy Brute to write : To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde , Which long he soughtby seas throgh Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swel , But in my hart nought els but Loue doth dwell . And in this warre thy part is not the least , Heere shall my Muse Brutes noble Loue declare : Heere shalt thou see the double Loue increast , Of fayrest Twins that euer Lady bare : Let Mars triumph in Armour shining bright , His conquerd Armes shall be thy triumphs light . As hee the world , so thou shalt him subdue , And I thy glory through the world will ring : So bee my paines , thou wilt vouchsafe to rue , And kill despayre : With that he whisk't his wing , And bade me write , and promist wished rest , But sore I hope false hope will bee the best .

Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute . IN happy time the wished Fayre is come , To fitt thy Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde : Great pitty ti 's , so sweete a Lute be dumme , That so can please the Eare , and ease the minde : Go take thy choice , and chuse the very best , And vse them so , that head and hart find rest . Rest thou in ioy , and let me waile alone , My pleasant dayes haue tane their last farewell : My Hart-strings Sorrow strook so long with mone , That at the last they all in pieces fell : And now they lie in pieces brooke so small , That scarce they serue to make mee frets withall . And yet they serue and binde my hart so strait , That frets indeed they serue to fret it out : No force for that , in hope thereof I waite , That death may rid mee both of hope and doubt : But death , alas , drawes backward all too long , And I each day feele now encrease of wrong .

Care will not let him liue , nor Hope let him die . MY heauy Hart which Greefe and hope torment , Beates all in vaine against my weary brest : As if it thought with force to make a vent , That Death might enter to procure my rest : But , foolish hart , thy paynes are lost , I see , For death and life both flie and follow thee . When weight of care would presse mee downe with paine , That I might sinck to depth of death below : Hope lends me wings , and lifts me vp againe , To striue for life , and liue in greater woe : So fares the bote , which winds driue to the shore , And Tide driues backward where it was before . Thus neyther Hope will let me die with Care , Nor Care consent that Hope assure my life : I seeke for life , death dooth his stroke prepare , I come to death , and life renewes my strife : All as the shadow follow them that flie , And flies from them that after it do hie . What is my hope ? that hope will faile at last , And greefe gett strength to worke his will on mee : Eyther the Waxe with which hopes wings are fast , By scalding sighes mine Eyes shall melted see : Or els my Teares shall wett the feathers so , That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe .

Cupids Mariage with Dissimulation . A New-found match is made of late , Blinde Cupid needs will change his wife ; New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate , With whom so long he led his life . Dessembling , shee The Bride must bee , To please his wanton eye . Psyche laments That Loue repents , His choyce without cause why . Cycheron sounds with musicke strange , Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine : From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range , Too base , because it is too fine . See how the Bride Puft vp with pride , Can mince it passing well , Shee trips on toe , Full faire to show , Within doth poyson dwell . Now wanton Loue at last is sped , Dissembling is his only Ioy , ●are Truth from Venus Courte is fled , Dissembling pleasures hides annoy . It were in vaine To talke of paine , The wedding yet doth last , But paine is neere , And will appeere , With a dissembling cast . Dispaire and hope are ioyn'd in one , And paine with pleasure linked sure : Not one of these can come alone , No certaine hope , no pleasure pure . Thus sowre and sweete In loue do meete , Dissembling likes it so , Of sweete small store , Of sowre the more , Loue is a pleasant woe . Amor & mellis & fellis ,

ODE . X. Dispraise of Loue , and Louers follies . ●F Loue be life , I long to die , Liue they that list for mee : ●nd he that gaines the most thereby , A foole , at least , shall bee . But he that feeles the sorest fits , Scapes with no lesse than losse of wits ; An happy life they gaine , Which Loue doo entertaine . In day by fained lookes they liue , By lying dreames in night . Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue , Each smile a false delight . I ft hap their Lady pleasant seeme , It is for others loue they deeme , If voyde she seeme of ioy , Disdaine doth make her coy . Such is the peace that Louers finde , Such is the life they leade . Blowne here and there with eu'ry winde , Like flowers in the Meade . Now warre , now peace , then warre againe , Desire , Dispaire , Delight , Disdaine , Though dead in midst of life , In peace , and yet at strife . In amore haec insunt mala .

THe golden Sunne that brings the day , And lends men light to see withall , In vaine doth cast his beames away , Where they are blinde on whom they fall . There is no force in all his light , To giue the Mole a perfect sight . But thou , my Sunne , more bright then hee ▪ That shines at noone in Summer tide , Hast giuen me light and power to see , With perfect skill my sight to guide . Till now I liu'de as blinde as Mole , That hides her head in earthly hole . I heard the praise of beauties grace , Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill . I gaz'de on many a louely face , Yet found I none to binde my will . Which made me thinke , that beauty bright , Was nothing else but red and white . But now thy beames haue cleer'd my sight , I blush to thinke I was so blinde . Thy flaming Eies affoord mee light , That Beauties blaze each where I finde : And yet these Dames that shine so bright , Are but the shadow of thy light .

ODE XI . To his Muse .

REst , good my Muse , and giue me leaue to rest , We striue in vaine . Conceale thy skill within thy sacred brest , Though to thy paine . The honor great which Poets wont to haue , With worthy deedes is buried deeepe in graue , Each man will hide his name , Thereby to hide his shame , And silence is the praise their virtues craue . To praise , is flattery , malice to dispraise , Hard is the choice . What cause is left for thee , my Muse , to raise Thy heau'nly voice ? Delight thy selfe on sweet Parnassus hill , And for a better time reserue thy skill , There let thy siluer sound , From Cyrrha wood rebound , And all the vale with learned Musicke fill . Then shall those fooles that now preferre ech Rime Before thy skill , With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill . There shalt thou sit and skorne them with disdaine , To see their fruitles labour all in vaine ; But they shall fret with spight , To see thy glory bright , And know themselues thereto cannot attaine .

MIne eies haue spent their teares , & now are drie , My weary hand will guide my pen no more . My voice is hoarse , and can no longer cry , My head hath left no new complaints in store . My heart is ouerburdned so with paine , That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine . The teares you see distilling from mine eies , My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe . The plaints you heare are her incessant cries , By which she calles in vaine for some reliefe . She neuer parted since my griefe begunne , In her I liue , she dead , my life were done . Then ( louing Muse ) departe , and let me die , Some brauer Youth will sue to thee for grace , That may aduance thy glory to the skie , And make thee scorn blind Fortunes frowning face . My heart and head that did thee entertaine , Desire and Fortune with despite haue slaine . My Lady dares not lodge thee in her brest , For feare , vnwares she let in Loue with thee . For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest , Of that which so possest each part of mee . Then ( good my Muse ) flie back to heau'n againe And let me die , to end this endlesse paine .

BReake heauy hart , and rid mee of this paine , This paine that still encreaseth day by day : By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine , In vayne by night with teares I waste away : Away I waste with teares by night in vaine , Teares , sighs , by night , by day encrease this paine . Mine Eyes no Eies , but fountaines of my teares , My teares no teares , but floods to moyst my hart : My hart no hart , but harbour of my feares , My feares no feares , but feelings of my smart : My smart , my feares , my hart , my teares , mine eies Are blind , dryde , spent , past , wasted with my cries . And yet mine Eyes , thogh blind , see cause of greefe : And yet my teares , thogh dride , run down amaine : And yet my hart , though spent , attends releefe , And yet my feares , though past , encrease my paine : And yet I liue , and liuing , feele more smart , And smarting , cry in vaine , breake heauy hart .

WHere witt is ouer-rulde by will , And will is led by fond desire : There Reason were as good bee still , As speaking , kindle greater fire : For where desire doth beare the sway , The hart must rule , the head obay . What bootes the cunning Pilots skill , To tell which way to shape their course : When hee that steers will haue his will , And driue them where he list perforce : So Reason shewes the truth in vaine , Where fond desire as King doth raigne .

TWixt heate and colde , twixt death and life , I freeze and burne , I liue and die : Which ioyntly worke in me such strife , 〈◊〉 liue in death , in cold I fry , Nor hot , nor cold , nor liue , nor dead , Neither , and both , this life I lead . ●irst , burning heate sets all one fire , Whereby I seeme in flames to fry : Then colde despayre kills hotte desire , That drenched deepe , in death I lie : Heate driues out cold , and keepes my life , Cold quencheth heate , no end of strife . The lesse I hope to haue my will , The more I feele desire encrease . And as desire encreaseth still , Despayre to quench it doth not cease : So liue I as the Lampe , whose light , Oft comes , oft goes , now dim , now bright .

A liuing death . IF meanes be none to end my restlesse eare , If needes I must orewhelm'd with sorrow lie . What better way this sorrow to declare , Then , that I dying liue , and cannot die . If nought but losse I reape in steade of gaine , If lasting paine doe euery day encrease ; To thee ( good Death ) alas , I must complaine , Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease . If thou , because I thee refusde sometime , Now shut thine eares , and my request deny , Still must I loue , and waile in woefull Rime , That dying still I am , and cannot die . Spiro , non viuo .

YE walles that shut me vp from sight of men , Inclosde wherein , aliue I buried lie . And thou , sometime my bed , but now my den , Where , smothred vp the light of Sunne , I flie . O shut your selues , ech chinke and creuis straine , That none but you may heare me thus complain . My hollow cries that beate thy stony side , Vouchsafe to beate , but beate them backe againe , That when my griefe hath speech to me denide , Mine eares may heare the witnes of my paine . As for my Teares , whose streames must euer last My silent cowch shall drinke them vp as fast .

Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies . THough naked Trees seeme dead to sight , When winter winde doth keenely blow , ●et if the roote maintaine her right , ●he Spring their hidden life will show . But if the roote be dead and drie , No maruell though the branches die . While Hope did liue within my brest , ●o winter storme could kill desire . ●ut now disdaine hath hope opprest , ●ead is the roote , dead is the spire . Hope was the roote , the spire was Loue , No sap beneath , no life aboue . ●nd as we see the rootelesse stocke ●●taine some sap , and spring a while , ●et quickely prooue a lifelesse blocke , ●●cause the roote doth life beguile ; So liues Desire which Hope hath left , As twylight shines when Sunne is reft .

ODE XII . To his Heart . NAy , nay , thou striu'st in vaine , my Hart , To mend thy misse . Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart , And worse then this . That wouldst thy selfe debase , To serue in such a place . Thou thoughtst thy selfe too long at rest , Such was thy Pride . Needes must thou seeke a nobler brest , Wherein to bide . Say now , what hast thou found ? In fetters thou art bound . What hath thy faithfull seruice wonne , But high disdaine ? Broke is the threede thy fancie spunne , Thy labour vaine . Falne art thou now with paine , And canst not rise againe . And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse ? 〈◊〉 must confesse I pittie thee , And can no lesse . But beare a while thy paine , For feare thou fall againe . ●earne by thy hurt to shunne the fire , Play not with all : When clyming thoughts high things aspyre , They seeke their fall . Thou ween'st nought shone but golde , So wast thou blind and bolde . ●et lie not still for this disgrace , But mount againe : ●o that thou know the wished place Bee worth thy paine . Then , though thou fall and die , Yet neuer feare to flie .

PHALEVCIACKS . II. WIsdome warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps : Wisdome sent from aboue , not earthly wisdome , No such thoughts can arise from earthly wisdome . Long , too long haue I slept in ease vneasie , On falce worldly releefe my trust reposing ; Health and wealth in a bote , no sterne nor ankor , ( Bold and blinde that I was ) to Sea be taking : Scarce from shore had I lancht , when all about mee , Waues like hilles did arise , till help from heauen , Brought my Ship to the Porte of late repentance . O nauis , referent in mare te noui Fluctus . —

ODE XIII . NOw haue I learn'd with much a doo at last , By true disdaine to kill desire : This was the marke at which I shot so fast , Vnto this height I did aspire : Proud Loue , now do thy worst , and spare not , ●or thee and all thy shafts I care not . What hast thou left wherewith to moue my minde , What life to quicken dead Desire ? 〈◊〉 count thy words and oathes as light as winde , I feele no heate in all thy fire . So change thy bow and get a stronger , So breake thy shafts and buy thee longer . ●n vaine thou bait'st thy hooke with beauties blaze , In vaine thy wanton Eyes allure . These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze , I know what harme thy lookes procure : ●ome strange conceit must be deuised , Or thou and all thy skill despised . Scilicet asserui iam me , fugíque catenas .

Being scorned , and disdained , hee inueighs against his Lady . SInce iust disdaine began to rise , And cry reuenge for spitefull wrong : What erst I praisde , I now despise , And thinke my Loue was all too long . I tread in durt that scornefull pride , Which in thy lookes I haue descride : Thy beautie is a painted skin , For fooles to see their faces in . Thine Eyes that some as Starres esteeme , From whence themselues , they say , take light , Like to thee foolish fire I deeme , That leades men to their death by night . Thy words and othes are light as winde , And yet farre lighter is thy minde : Thy friendship is a broken reede , That failes thy friends in greatest neede . Vitijs patientia victa est .

ODE XIIII . The Tombe of dead Desire . WHen Venus saw Desire must die , Whom high disdayne Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornefull Eye ; The Earth shee leaues , and gets her to the skie , Her golden hayre shee teares , Blacke weedes of woe shee weares ; For helpe vnto her father doth shee cry , Who biddes her stay a space , And hope for better grace . To saue his life shee hath no skill , Whom should shee pray , What doo or say , But weepe for wanting of her will ? Meane time , Desire hath tane his last farewell ; And in a Meddow faire , To which the Nymphs repayre , His breathles Corps is laid with wormes to dwell ; So Glory doth decay , When Death takes life away . When Morning Starre had chafde the night , The Queene of Loue Lookt from aboue , To see the Graue of her delight : And as with heedfull Eye shee viewd the place , Shee spide a flower vnknowne , That on his graue was growne , ●n stead of learned Verse his Tombe to grace . If you the Name require , Hearts-ease from dead Desire .

An Altare and Sacrifice to Disdaine , for freeing him from loue .

My Muse by thee restor'd to life , To thee Disdaine , this Altare reares , Whereon she offers causlesse strife , Self-spending sighs , and bootlesse teares Long Sutes in vaine , Hate for Good will : Still-dying paine , Yet liuing still . Selfe-louing pride , Lookes coyly strange , Will Reasons guide , Desire of change . And last of all , Blinde Fancies fire ; False Beauties thrall , That bindes desire . All these I offer to Disdaine , By whome I liue from fancie free . With vow , that if I loue againe , My life the sacrifice shall bee .

Vicimus & dominum pedibus calcamus amorem . ANOMOS .

Certaine other Poems vpon diuerse Subiects , by the same Author . Three Odes translated out of Anacreon , the Greeke Lyrick Poet.

ODE I. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write , And faine of Cadmus would I sing : My Lute is set on Loues delight , And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string . Of late my Lute I alt'red quite , Both frets and strings for tunes aboue , I sung of fierce Alcides might , My Lute would sound no tune but Loue , Wherefore yee worthles all farewell , No tune but Loue my Lute can tell .

ODE II. THe Bull by nature hath his hornes , The Horse his hooues to daunt their foes , The light-foot Hare the hunter scornes , The Lions teeth his strength disclose . The Fish , by swimming , scapes the wee le , The Bird , by slight , the fowlers net . With wisedome Man is arm'd as steele , Poore women none of these can get . What haue they then ? faire Beauties grace , A two-edg'd Sworde , a trusty Shielde , No force resists a louely face , Both fire and sworde to Beautie yielde .

ODE . III. OF late , what time the Beare turnd round At midnight in her woonted way , ●nd men of all sorts slept full sound , ●'re come with labour of the day . The God of Loue came to my dore , ●nd tooke the ring and knockt it hard . ●ho's there , quoth I , that knocks so sore , ●ou breake my sleepe , my dreames are marde ? A little boy forsooth , quoth hee , Dung-wet with raine this Moonelesse night ; With that mee thought it pittied mee , I ope the dore , and candle light . And straight a little boy I spide , A winged Boy with shaftes and bow , I tooke him to the fire side , And set him downe to warme him so . His little hands in mine I straine , To rub and warme them therewithall : Out of his locks I crush the raine , From which the drops apace downe fall . At last , when he was waxen warme , Now let me try my bow , quoth hee , I feare my string hath caught some harme , And wet , will proue too slacke for mee . Hee said , and bent his bow , and shot , And wightly hit me in the hart ; The wound was sore and raging hot , The heate like fury rekes my smart . Mine host , quoth he , my string is well , And laugh't , so that he leapt againe : Looke to your wound for feare it swell , Your heart may hap to feele the paine .

Anacreons second Ode , otherwise . NAture in her worke doth giue , To each thing that by her doth liue : A proper gift whereby shee may , Preuent in time her owne decay . The Bull a horne , the horse a hoofe , The light-foote hare to run aloofe : The Lyons strength who may resist , The birds aloft , flie where they list . The fish swimmes safe in waters deepe , The silly worme at least can creepe : What is to come , men can forecast , And learne more witt , by that is past : The womans gift what might it bee , The same for which the Ladies three , Pallas , Iuno , Venus straue , When each desired it to haue . T. S.

Anacreons third Ode , otherwise . CVpid abroad , was lated in the night , His Wings were wett , with ranging in the raine , Harbour hee sought , to mee hee tooke his flight , To dry his plumes , I heard the Boy complayne . I opte the doore , and granted his desire , I rose my selfe , and made the Wag a fire . Prying more narrow by the fiers flame , I spide his Quiuer hanging at his backe : Doubting the Boy might my misfortune frame , I would haue gone for feare of further wracke . But what I feard , did mee poore wretch betide , For forth hee drew an Arrow from his side . Hee pierst the quicke , and I began to start , A pleasing wound , but that it was too high : His shaft procurde a sharpe , yet sugred smart , Away hee flew , for now his wings were dry ; But left the Arrow sticking in my Brest , That sore I greeue , I welcom'd such a Guest . R. G.

THe lowest Trees haue tops , the Ante her gall , The flie her splene , the little sparkes their heate : The slender haires cast shadowes , though but small , And Bees haue stings , although they be not great : Seas haue their sourse , & so haue shallow springs , And loue is loue , in Beggars , as in Kings . Where riuers smoothest run , deepe are the foords , The Diall stirres , yet none perceiues it mooue : The firmest faith is in the fewest wordes , The Turtles cannot sing , and yet they loue : True Harts haue eyes , & eares , no tongs to speake , They heare , & see , and sigh , and then they breake . Incerto .

An Answere to the first Staffe , that Loue is vnlike in Beggers and in Kings . COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree , The Pismyres anger which the Lyons rage : What is the Buzzing flie where Eagles bee ? drop the sparke , no seas can Aetna swage . Small is the heat in Beggers brests that springs , But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings . who shrouds himself where slender hairs cast shade ? But mighty Oakes may scorne the Summer Sun : Smal cure wil serue , wher Bees the wound haue made But Dragons poyson through each part doth run : Light is the loue that Beggers bosome stings , Deepe is the wound that Cupid makes in Kings . Smal channels serue , where shallow springs do slide , And little helpe will turne or stay their course : The highest banks scarce holde the swelling tide , Which ouer-throwes all stops with raging force : The baser sort scarce wett them in the springs , Which ouer-whelme the heads of mighty kings . What though in both the hart bee set of Loue ? The self same ground both corne and cockle breeds Fast by the Bryer , the Pine-tree mounts aboue , One kinde of grasse , the Iade , and Iennet feedes : So from the hart , by secret virtue springs , Vnlike desire in Beggers and in Kings . ANOMOS

A Song , in praise of a Beggers life . BRight shines the Sun , play Beggers play , Here 's scraps enough to serue to day . What noyse of Vials is so sweete , As when our merry clappers ring ? What mirth doth want where Beggers meete ? A Beggers life is for a King . Eate , drinke , and play , sleepe when wee list , Go where wee will , so stocks be mist . Bright shines , &c. The world is ours , and ours alone , For wee alone haue world at will , Wee purchase not , all is our owne , Both fields and streetes wee Beggers fill . Nor care to get , nor feare to keepe , Did euer breake a Beggers sleepe . Bright shines , &c. A hundred head of blacke and white , Vpon our downes securely feede , ●f any dare his master bite , He dies therefore as sure as Creede . Thus Beggers Lord it as they please , And none but Beggers liue at ease . Bright shines the Sun , &c.

Vpon beginning without making an end . Begin , and halfe is done , yet halfe vndone remaines , Begin that half , & al is done , & thou art easd of pains The second halfe is all , when halfe thereof is dun , The other halfe is al again , new work must be begun Thus he that stil begins , doth nothing but by halues , And things half done , as good vndone , half oxen are but calues .

An Epigram to Sir Phillip Sydney in Elegicall Verse , Translated out of Iodelle , the French Poet. ●ambridge , worthy Philip , by this verse builds thee an Altar , ●Gainst time & tempest , strong to abide for euer , That praise of verses no length of time can abollish , Which Greece & Italy purchased endles honor . then pursuing their steps like glory to purchase , Wil make thy memory famous in after ages , And in these measured verses thy glory be sounded , So be thy holy fauor , help to my holy fury .

HEXAMETERS , Vpon the neuer-enough praised Sir Phillip Sidney . WHat can I now suspect ? or , what can I feare any longer ? Oft did I feare , oft hope , whil'st life in Sidney remained . Of nothing can I now despaire , for nought can I hope for ; This good is in misery , when great extreamitie grieues vs , That neither hope of good , nor feare of worse can affright vs . And can I then complaine , when no complaint can auaile me ? How can I seeme to be discontent , or what can I weepe for ? He liues eternall , with endlesse Glorie bedecked : Yea still on earth hee liues , and still shall liue by the Muses .

An other vpon the same . WHat strange aduenture ? what now vnlook't for arriuall , Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Booetia mountaines , To chuse our country , to seeke in London abiding ? Are faire Castalian streames dride ? stands Cyrrha no longer ? Or loue the Muses , like wantons , oft to be changing ? Scarse can I that suppose , scarse thinke I those to be Muses . No sound of melody , no voyce but drery lamenting . Yet well I wot too well , Muses most dolefully weeping . See where Melpomene sits hidde for a shame in a corner . Heare ye the carefull sighes , fetcht from the depth of her entrailes ? There weepes Calliope , there sometimes lusty Thaleia . Ay me ! alas , now know I the cause , now seeke I no further , Heere lies their glory , their hope , their onely reioycing . Dead lies worthy Philip , the care and praise of Apollo , Dead lies his carcase , but fame shall liue to the worldes end .

Others vpon the same . WHom can I first accuse ? whose fault account I the greatest ? Where kept the Muses , what countries haunted Apollo ? Where loytred bloody Mars ? where lingred worthy Minerua ? What could three Sisters doe more then nine in a combat ? Was force of no force ? was fayre entreatie refused ? Where is the Musicke , that sometimes mooued Alecto ? That gaind Eurydice , that left Proserpina weeping ; Choose whether of the twoo you list , your skill to be nothing , Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded . And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge , That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret , And giue fitt plasters , for wounds that seeme to be curelesse , Whereto auailes thy skill ? that can not Sidney recouer , And couldst thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall : For King Admetus gainst course of naturall order , And canst doe nothing to saue so faithfull a seruant ? As for Mars well I wot , cold frost of Thracia kingdome , Hath kild all kindnes , no ruth of him can be lookt for : And daintie Pallas disdain'd for-sooth to bee present , Enuie perhaps : nay greefe as I gesse , was cause of her absence . Only wee poore wretches , whom gods and Muses abandon , Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrowfull outcries , But yet if hap some Muse , would adde new grace to my verses , Germany , France , Italy , Spaine , Denmark , Persia , Turkey , India where Phoebus climes from the sea to the skie-ward , India where Phoebus declines from the skie to the Sea-ward , Tartary , Pole , Lettow , Muscouy , Bohemia , Norway , All coasts where rising or falling Phoebus appeereth , Should heare , and wonder to heare thy glory resounded : Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling , Princely Lions roaring , for want of prey to be starued , Fierce Beares , and grunting wild Boares , vpon Arcady mountaines , Should stand astonisht , forgetting naturall of-spring , Forgetting hunger , forgetting slaughter appoynted . As when Calliopes deere sonne , sweete harmony singing , Vnto the true consent of his Harpe-strings tuned in order , Drew from their places wilde beasts and trees by the musicke . Swift-flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a wonder , As if chill coldenes frorne had them down to the bottome , But for I wote too well my slender skill to be nothing , Heere will I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger , Lest hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising . Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori .

To Time . ETernall time , that wastest without waste , That art , and art not , diest , and liuest still : Most slowe of al , and yet of greatest haste , Both ill , and good , and neither good , nor ill . How can I iustly praise thee , or dispraise ? Darke are thy nights , but bright & cleer thy daies . Both free and scarce , thou giu'st and tak'st againe , Thy wombe that all doth breed , is Tombe to all : What so by thee hath life , by thee is slaine , From thee do all things rise , by thee they fall . Constant , inconstant , moouing , standing still , Was , is , shall bee , do thee both breed and kill . I loose thee , while I seeke to finde thee out , The farther off , the more I follow thee ; The faster hold , the greater cause of doubt , Was , is , I know , but shall , I cannot see . All things by thee are measur'de , thou by none , All are in thee , thou in thy selfe alone .

A Meditation vpon the frailty of this Life . O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines , While loathsome life doth last ! O wished wealth , O sugred ioyes , O life when death is past : Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine ? Yet loath we deathe as hel . What woefull wight would wish his woe ? Yet wish we here to dwell . O fancy fraile that feedes on earth , And stayes on slipp'ry ioyes : O noble minde , O happy man , That can contemne such toyes . Such toyes as neither perfect are , And can not long endure , Our greatest skill , our sweetest ioy , Vncertaine and vnsure : or life is short and learning long , All pleasure mixt with woe ; ●icknes and sleepe steale time vnseene , And ioyes doe come and goe . Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes , And ioy enioy'd no while , ●hat serues to shew thee what thou want'st . This helpes thee to beguile . But after death is perfect skill , And ioy without decay , When sinne is gone that blindes our eyes , And steales our ioyes away : No crowing cocke shall raise vs vp , To spend the day in vaine , No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe . But for wee feele not wee want , Nor know not what we haue , Wee loue to keepe the bodies life , We loathe the Soule to saue .

A Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body . Soule . ●Yme , poore Soule , whom bound in sinful chains This wretched body keepes against my will ! ●dy Aye mee poore Body , whom for all my paines , This froward soule causlesse condemneth stil . Causles ? whenas thou striu'st to sin each day ? ●ule Causles : whenas I striue thee to obay . ●ule Thou art the meanes , by which I fall to sin , ●dy Thou art the cause that set'st this means awork ●ule No part of thee that hath not faultie bin : ●ule I shew the poyson that in thee doth lurke . ●ule I shall be pure when so I part from thee : So were I now , but that thou stainest mee .

Sapphicks . Vpon the Passion of Christ . HAtred eternall , furious reuenging , Mercilesse raging , bloody persecuting , Slanderous speeches , odious reuilings , Causelesse abhorring ; Impious scoffings by the very Abiects , Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed , Death full of torment in a shamefull order , Christ did abide here . Hee that in glory was aboue the Angels , Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse , Yeelded his glory to a sinfull out-cast , Glory refusing . Mee that in bondage many sinnes retained , Hee for his goodnes , for his only goodnes , Brought from hell-torments to the ioyes of heauen , Not to bee numbred . Dead in offences , by his ayde reuiued , Quickned in spirit , by the grace hee yeeldeth , Sound then his prayses , to the worlds amasement , Thankfully singing . ANOMOS

DIVERSE POEMS OF SVNDRY AUTHORS

A Hymne in prayse of Musicke . PRayse , Pleasure , Profit , is that three-fold b● Which tiesmēs minds more fast than Gard Each one some drawes , al three none can w● Of force conioyn'd , Conquest is hardly got . Then Musicke may of harts a Monarke bee , Wherein Praise , Pleasure , Profit , so agree . Praise-worthy Musicke is , for God it prayseth , And pleasant , for brute beasts therein delight : Great profit from it slowes , for why it raiseth The minde ouerwhelmed with rude passions might . When against reason passions fond rebell , Musicke doth that confirme , and these expell . If Musicke did not merit endlesse prayse , Would heau'nly Spheres delight in siluer round ? If ioyous pleasure were not in sweet layes , Would they in Court and Country so a●ound ? And profitable needs wee must that call , Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to al Heroicke minds with praises most incited , Seeke praise in Musicke , and therein excell : God , man , beasts , birds , with Musicke are delighte And pleasant t' is , which pleaseth all so well . No greater profit is then selfe content And this with Musick bring , and care When Antique Poets Musicks praises tell , They say it beasts did please , and stones did moue : To proue more dul then stones , then beasts more fel , Those men , which pleasing Musick did not Loue . They fain'd , it Cities built , and States defended , To shew the profit great on it depended . Sweet birds ( poore mens Musitians ) neuer slake To sing sweet Musicks prayses day and night : The dying Swans in Musicke pleasure take , To shew , that it the dying can delight ; In sicknes , health , peace , war , wee do it need , Which proues , sweet Musicks profit doth exceed . But I , by niggard praysing , do disprayse Prayse-worthy Musicke in my worthles Ryme : Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet layes , Any saue learned Muses well define . Yet all by these rude lines may clearly see , Prayse , Pleasure , Profit , in sweet Musicke bee . I. D.

Ten Sonnets , to Philomel .

SONNET I. Vpon Loues entring by his Eares . OFt did I heare , our Eyes the passage were , By which Loue entred to auaile our hearts ; Therefore I guarded them , and voyd of feare Neglected the defence of other parts . Loue knowing this , the vsuall way forsooke ; And seeking , found a by-way by mine Eare : At which hee entring , my Hart pris'ner tooke , And vnto thee sweet Philomel did beare . Yet let my hart , thy hart to pittie moue , Whose paine is great , although smal fault appeare First it lies bound in fettering chaines of Loue , Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare . And with loues flames t' is euermore consumed , Only , because to loue thee it presumed .

SONNET . II. O Why did Fame my Hart to Loue betray , By telling my Deares vertue and perfection ? Why did my Traytor Eares to it conuay , That Syren-song cause of my Harts infection , Had I bene deafe , or Fame her gifts concealed , Then had my Hart been free from hopeles Loue : Or were my state likewise by it reuealed , Well might it Philomel to pitty moue . Then shold she kno how loue doth make me languish , Distracting mee twixt hope and dreadfull feare : Then shold she kno my care , my plants , & anguish All which for her deere sake I meekely beare . Yea I could quietly deaths paynes abide , So that shee knew that for her sake I dide .

SONNET III. Of his owne , and his Mistris sicknes at one time . SIckenes entending my Loue to betray , Before I should sight of my Deare obtaine : Did his pale collours in my face display , Lest that my Fauour might her fauour gaine . Yet not content herewith , like meanes it wrought , My Philomels bright beauty to deface : And Natures glory to disgrace it sought , That by conceiued Loue it might displace . But my firme Loue could this assault well beare , Which Vertue had not beauty for his ground : And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare , Throgh sicknes vail , which made my loue abound If sicke ( thought I ) her beauty so excell , How matchlesse would it bee if shee were well

SONNET IIII. Another of her Sicknes , and Recouery . PAle Death himselfe did Loue my Philomel , When hee her Vertues and rare beutie saw : Therefore hee sicknesse sent , which should expell , His Riuall life , and my Decre to him draw . But her bright beauty dazeled so his Eyes , That his dart life did misse , though her it hitt : Yet not therewith content , new meanes hee tries , To bring her vnto Death , and make life flitt . But Nature soone perceiuing , that hee meant To spoyle her only Phoenix , her chiefe pride : Assembled all her force , and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide . So both our liues and loues Nature defended , For had shee dide , my loue and life had ended .

SONNET V. Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete , against the Minotaure . MY Loue is sayl'd , against dislike to fight , Which , like vild monster , threatens his decay The ship is Hope , which by Desires great migh Is swiftly borne towards the wished Bay : The company which with my Loue doth fare , ( Though met in one ) is a dissenting crew ; They are Ioy , Greefe , and neuer sleeping Care And doubt , which ne'r beleeues good news for tr● Black feare the Flag is , which my ship doth beare , Which ( Deere ) take downe , if my Loue victor b● And let white Comfort in his place appeare , When Loue victoriously returnes to mee , Lest I from rocke Despayre come tumbling down And in a Sea of Teares bee forc't to drowne .

SONNET . VI. Vpon her looking secretly out of a window as hee passed by . ONce did my Philomel reflect on mee Her Christall pointed Eyes as I passt by , Thinking not to be seene , yet would mee see ; But soone my hungry Eyes their foode did spie . ●as , my Deere , couldst thou suppose , that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus cheefest pride , Could secret bee , although in secret place , And that transparant glas such beams could hide ? ●ut if I had beene blinde , yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright Eye , Did plainely shew when it so neere thee came , By more the vsuall heate , then cause was nie : So though thou hidden wert , my hart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy .

SONNET . VII . WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror , and my sole delight ; Her liuely Picture in my , hart I drew , That I might it behold both day and night , But shee , like Phillips Son , scorning that I Should portray her wanting Apelles Art , Commaunded Loue ( who nought dare hir deny To burne the Picture which was in my Hart. The more Loue burn'd the more her picture shin'd The more it shin'de , the more my hart did burnd So what to hurt her picture was assign'd , To my Harts ruine and decay did turne . Loue could not burne the Saint , it was diuine , And therefore fir'd my hart , the Saints poore shrine

SONNET . VIII . WHen as the Sun eclipsed is , some say , It thunder , lightning , raine , & wind portende● And not vnlike but such things happen may , Sith like effects my Sun eclipsed sendeth . Witnes my throat made hoars with thundring crie And hart with loues hot flashing lightnings fire Witnes the showers which stil fal from mine eie And brest with sighs like stormy winds neare riue● Shine then once againe , sweete Sun on mee , And with thy beames dissolue clouds of dispair Whereof these raging Meteors framed bee , In my poore hart by absence of my faire , So shalt thou proue thy Beames , thy heate , thy ligh● To match the Sun in glory , grace , and might .

SONNET . IX . Vpon sending her a Gold Ring , with this Posie Pure , and Endlesse . IF you would know the Loue which you I beare , Compare it with the Ring , which your faire hand Shal make more pretious , when you shal it weare ; So my Loues Nature you shall vnderstand Is it of mettall pure ? so you shall proue My Loue , which ne're disloyal thought did stain , Hath it no end ? so endles is my Loue , Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine . Doth it the purer waxe the more t is tride ? So doth my Loue : yet herein they dissent , That whereas Gold the more t is purifi'd , By waxing lesse , doth shew some part is spent , My Loue doth wax more pure by you more trying , And yet encreaseth in the purifying .

SONNET X. MY Cruell Deere hauing captiu'de my hart , And bound it fast in Chaynes of restles Lou● Requires it out of bondage to depart , Yet is shee sure from her it cannot moue . Draw back ( sayd shee ) your hopelesse loue from m● Your worth requireth a more worthy place : Vnto your sute though I cannot agree , Full many will it louingly embrace . It may bee so ( my Deere ) but as the Sun When it appeares doth make the stars to vanish : So when your selfe into my thoughts do run , All others quite out of my Hart you bannish . The beames of your Perfections shine so bright , That straightway they dispell all others light . Melophilus

A Hymne in Praise of Neptune . OF Neptunes Empyre let vs sing , At whose command the waues obay : To whom the Riuers tribute pay , Downe the high mountaines sliding . To whom the skaly Nation yeelds Homage for the Cristall fields Wherein they dwell ; And euery Sea-god paies a Iem , Yeerely out of his watry Cell , To decke great Neptunes Diadem . The Trytons dauncing in a ring , Before his Pallace gates , doo make The water with the Ecchoes quake , Like the great Thunder sounding : The Sea-Nymphes chaunt their Accents shrill , And the Syrens taught to kill With their sweet voyce ; Make eu'ry ecchoing Rocke reply , Vnto their gentle murmuring noyse , The prayse of Neptunes Empery . Th. Campton .

This Hymne was sung by Amphitryte Thametis , a●● other Sea-Nimphes in Grayes-Inne Marke , at t●● Court . 1564.

Of his Mistresses Face . ANd would you see my Mistres face ? It is a flowry garden-place : Where knots of beauty haue such grace , That al is worke , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious Morne , Where day is breeding , neuer borne : It is a Meadow yet vnshorne , Which thousand flowers do adorne . It is the Heauens bright reflexe , Weake eyes to dazle and to vexe : It is th' Idaea of her sex , Enuie of whom doth world perplex . It is a face of death that smiles , Pleasing , though it kill the whiles : Where death and loue in pretty wiles , Each other mutually beguiles . It is fayre Beauties freshest youth , It is the fain'd Eliziums truth : The spring that wintred Harts renu'th , And this is that my Soule pursu'th . Th. Campion .

Vpon his Palenesse . BLame not my Cheeks , though pale with loue the● bee The kindly heate into my hart is flowne : To cheerish it that is dismaid by thee , Who art so cruell and vnstedfast growne . For Nature cald for by distressed hartes , Neglects , and quite forsakes the outward partes . But they whose cheeks with careles blood are staind Nurse not one sparke of Loue with their harts : And when they woo , they speake with passion fain● For their fat loue lies in their outward partes . But in their brests wher loue his court shuld hold Poore Cupid sits , and blowes his nayles for cold . Th. Campion .

Of Corinnaes singing . WHen to her Lute Corinna sings , Her voyce reuiues the leaden strings , And doth in highest notes appeere , As any challeng'd Eccho cleere . But when shee doth of mourning speake , Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake . And as her Lute doth liue or die , Led by her passions , so must I : For when of pleasure shee doth sing , My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring : But if she doe of sorrow speake , Eu'n from my heart the strings doe breake . Th: Campion .

A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady . LAdy , my flame still burning , And my consuming anguish , Doth grow so great , that life I feele to languish , Then let your Heart be moued , To end my griefe and yours , so long time proued . And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth , Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth .

Her Answere . SWeete Lord , your flame still burning , And your consuming anguish , Cannot be more than mine , in which I languish , No more your Heart is moued , To end my griefe and yours so long time proued . But if I yeelde , and so your loue decreaseth , Then I my Louer loose , and your loue ceaseth . Ignoto .

An Elegie . O Faithles World , and thy most faithles part , A Womans Harte : The true Shop of varietie , where sittes , Nothing but fittes , And feauers of Desire , and pangs of Loue , Which toyes remoue . Why was shee borne to please , or I to trust Words writ in dust ? Suffring her eyes to gouerne my Despaire , My paine for Aire , And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth , The food of youth . Vntrue shee was , ytt I belieue'd her eyes , Instructed spies , Till I was taught ; that Loue was but a Schoole To breed a foole . Or sought she more then Triumphs of deniall , To see a tryall . How farre her Smiles commanded my weakenes ? Yeeld and confesse : Excuse not now thy folly , nor her Nature ; Blush and endure Aswell thy shame ; as passions that were vaine , And thinke thy gaine , To know that Loue , lodg'd in a Womans Brest Is but a Ghest . H. W.

COnceipt begotten by the eyes , Is quickly borne , and quickly dies : For while it seekes our harts to haue , Meane while there Reason makes his graue : For many things the eyes approue , Which yet the hart doth seldome loue . For as the seedes in spring time sowne , Die in the ground ere they be growne , Such is conceipt , whose rooting failes , As childe that in the cradle quailes , Or else within the Mothers wombe , Hath his beginning , and his tombe . Affection followes Fortunes wheeles ; And soone is shaken from her heeles ; ●or following beautie or estate , Hir liking still is turn'd to hate . ●or all affections haue their change , And fancie onely loues to range . Desire himselfe runnes out of breath , And getting , doth but gaine his death : Desire , nor reason hath , nor rest . And blinde doth sildome chuse the best , Desire attain'd is not desire , ●ut as the finders of the fire . As shippes in ports desir'd are drownd , As fruit once ripe , then falles to ground , As flies that seeke for flames , are brought To cinders by the flames they sought : So fond Desire when it attaines , The life expires , the woe remaines . And yet some Poets faine would proue , Affection to be perfit loue , And that Desire is of that kinde , No lesse a passion of the minde . As if wilde beasts and men did seeke , To like , to loue , to chuse alike . W. R.

MADRIGAL . FAustina hath the fairer face , And Phillida the fairer grace , Both haue mine eie enritched . This sings full sweetely with her voyce , Her fingers make as sweete a noyse , Both haue mine eare bewitched . Ayme ! sith Fates haue so prouided , My heart ( alas ) must be diuided .

To his Ladies Garden , being absent far from her . GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou , thus to haue thy bowers , Free'd from Winter , and still dressed . With her faces Heau'n-set flowers . Happy too are these thy Allies , Where her faire feete deigne to tred , Which departing Earths low Vallies , Shall the Milky way be led . Thy Trees whose Armes hee embraced , ●nd whose fruit her lids did kis , ●n whose vertuous minde well placed ●he rare Tree of knowledge is . ●appy are : So thy Birds bee , Whom shee learnes to sing by Art , Who in heauenly harmonie With the Angels beares a part . ●appy , blest , and fortunate , ●owers , Allies Trees , and Burds , ●●t my most vnhappy stare , ●●r surmounts all reach of words . T. Sp.

Vpon his Ladies Sicknesse of the Small Pockes . CRuel and vnpartiall Sicknesse , Sword of that Arch-Monarke Death , That subdues all strength by weakenesse , Whom all Kings pay tribute breath . Are not these thy steps I tracke , An the pure snow of her face , When thou didst attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it rase ? Th' heauenly Honny thou didst sucke , From her Rose Cheekes might suffize ; Why then didst thou mar and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest prize ? Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those ritch spoyles and adorne , Leauing mee them to lament , And in Inkes blacke teares thus mourne ? No : I le in my Bosome weare them , And close locke them in my hart : Thence , nor time , nor death , shall beare them Till I from my selfe do part . Th. Sp.

A Reporting Sonnet . Her Face , her Tongue , her Witt , so fayre , so sweet , so sharpe , First bent , then drew , now hitt , mine Eye , mine Eare , my Hart : Mine Eye , mine Eare , my Hart , to like , to learne , to loue , Her face , her tongue , her witt , doth leade , doth teach , doth moue . Her face , her tongue , her witt , with beames , with sound , with Art , Doth blinde , doth charme , doth rule , mine Eye , mine Eare , my Hart : Mine Eye , mine eare , my hart , with life , with hope , with skill , Her face , her tongue , her witt , doth feede , doth feast , doth fill . O face , O tongue , O witt , with frownes , with checks , with smart , Wring not , vexe not , wound not , mine Eye , mine eare , my hart , This Eye , this eare , this Hart , shall ioy , shall binde , shall sweare , Your face , your tongue , your witt , to serue , to loue , to feare .

SONNET . ONly ( sweet loue ) afforde mee but thy hart , Then close thine eies within their iuory couer That they to mee no beame of light impart , Although they shine on all thy other louers . As for thy lip of ruby , cheeks of rose , Though I haue kist them oft with sweet Content ●●●n content that sweet content to lose , If thy sweet will will bar me , I assent . Let me not touch thy hand , but through thy gloue , Nor let it bee the pledge of kindnes more ; Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe , sweet loue , I aske not such bold fauours as before . I beg but this , afforde mee but thy hart , ●or then I know thou wilt the rest impart .

ODE . ABsence , heare thou my Protestation , Against thy strength , Distance , and length ; Do what thou canst for alteration . For hearts of truest mettle , Absence doth ioyne , and Time doth settle . Who loues a Mistris of such qualitie , Hee soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time , place , and all mortality . To harts that cannot vary , Absence is present , Time doth tarry . My Sences want their outward motions , Which now within Reason doth win , Redoubled in her secret notions : Like rich men that takes pleasure , In hiding , more then handling Treasure . By Absence , this good meanes I gaine , That I can catch her , Where none can watch her , In some close corner of my braine , There I embrace and kisse her , And so I both enioy and misse her . LOue is the linke , the knot , the bande of vnitie , And al that loue , do loue with their belou'd to be : Loue only did decree , To change his kind in mee . For though I lou'd with all the powers of my mind , And though my restles thoughts , their rest in her did find : Yet are my hopes declinde , Sith shee is most vnkinde . For since her beuties sun my fruitles hope did breede By absence from that sun , I hop't to sterue that weed Though absence did indeede My hopes not sterue , but feede . For when I shift my place , like to the stricken deere , I cannot shift the shaft , which in my side I beare : Ay mee it resteth there The cause is not elsewhere . So haue I seene the sick to turne & turne againe , ●s if that outward change , could ease his inward pain But still alas in vaine , The fitt doth stil remaine . Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow , For goodnes causde the loue , which great respect did owe : Respect true loue did show , True loue thus wrought my woe . Ignoto .

SONNET . BEst pleas'd shee is , when Loue is most exprest , And somtime saies that loue shold be requite● Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righte● When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest . Am I belou'd whose hart is thus opprest ? Or deere to her , and not in her delighted : I liue to see the Sun , yet still benighted , By her despayre is blam'de , and hope supprest . Shee still denies , yet still her hart consenteth , Shee grants mee all , but that which I desire ; Shee fuell sends , but bids mee leaue the fire , Shee lets me die , and yet my death lamenteth . O foolish Loue , by reason of thy blindnes , I die for want of Loue , yet kild with kindnes .

SONNET . WHen a weake Child is sicke , and out of quiet , And for his tendernes can not sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his payne , Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a Diet. I am sicke , and in my sicknesse weake , And through my weakenes dead ; if I but take The pleasantest receipt that Art can make , Or if I heare but my Phisition speake . ●ah ( fayre God of Phisick ) it may bee , But Phisick to my Nurse would mee recouer ; Shee whom I loue with beautie nurseth mee , But with a bitter mixture kils her Louer . I assure my selfe , I should not die , hee were purged of her crueltie .

SONNET . WEre I as base as is the lowly playne , And you ( my Loue , ) as high as heau'n aboue , Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swaine , Ascend to Heauen , in honour of my Loue . Were I as hight as Heau'n aboue the playne , And you ( my Loue ) as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the Mayne , Wherso'ere you were , with you my Loue should go Were you the Earth ( deere Loue ) and I the skies , My loue should shine on you like to the Sun , And looke vpon you with ten thousand Eyes , Till heau'n wax't blind , and til the world were dun Whereso'ere I am , below , or els aboue you , Whereso'ere you are , my hart shal truly loue you I. S.

A MADRIGAL . MY Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt , It doth so well become her : For eu'ry season she hath dressings fitt , For Winter , Spring , and Summer . No Beautie shee doth misse , When all her Robes are on : But Beauties selfe shee is , When all her Robes are gone .

A MADRIGAL . WHen I to you complayne , Of all the woe and payne , Which you make mee endure without release : You answere nought againe , But , Beare and hold your peace . Deer I will beare , and hold my peace , if you , Will hold your peace , and beare what I shall doo .

SONNET . THe Poets fayne that when the world beganne , Both sexes in one body did remaine ; Till Ioue ( offended with this double man ) Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine . In this deuision , he the hart did seuer , But cunningly he did indent the hart , That if there were a reuniting euer , Ech part might know which was his counterpa●● See then ( deere loue ) th' Indenture of my hart , And reade the Cou'nants writ with holy fire : See ( if your hart be not the counterpart , Of my true harts indented chast desire . ) And , if it bee , so may it euer bee , Twoo harts in one , twixt you my Loue and mee . I. S.

An Inuectiue against Women . ARe women faire ? I wondrous faire to see to , Are women sweete ? Yea passing sweet they be to ; Most faire and sweete to them that inlie loue them , Chaste & discreet to all , saue those that proue them . ●re women wise ? Not wise , but they be witty , ●re women witty ? Yea , the more the pitty : ●hey are so witty , and in witte so wily , ●hat , be you ne're so wise , they will beguile yee . ●re women footes ? Not fooles , but fondlings many , an women fond be faithfull vnto any ? ●hen snow-white swans do turne to colour sable , ●hen women fond will be both firme and stable . ●re women Saints ? No Saints , nor yet no Deuills , ●re women good ? Not good , but needefull euills . Angel-like , that Deuills I do not doubt them ; needefull ills , that few can liue without them . ●●e women prowd ? I passing prowd , & praise them , ●●e women kind ? I wondrous kind , and please them : ●●r so imperious , no man can indure them ; ●●r so kinde-hearted , any may procure them . Ignoto .

An Elegie in Trimeter Iambickes . Vnhappy Verse ! the witnes of my vnhappy state , Make thy self fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And fly forth vnto my Loue , wheresoeuer she be . Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed , or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boord , or else Playing alone carelesse on hir heau'nly Virginalls . If in Bed , tel her that mine eies can take no rest : If at Board , tel her that my mouth can taste no food : If at her Virginalls , tell her I can heare no mirth . Asked why , say waking Loue suffreth no sleepe : Say that raging Loue doth appall the weake stomak : Say that lamenting Loue marreth the musicall . Tel hir , that hir plesures were wont to lul me asleep Tel hir , that hir beautie was wont to feed mine eies : Tel hir , that her sweet tongue was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste , wanting my kindely rest : Now do I daily starue , wanting my liuely foode : Now do I alwayes die , wanting my timely mirth . And if I waste , who will bewaile my heauy chance ? And if I starue , who will record my cursed end ? And if I die , who will say , this was Immerito ? Edmund Spencer .

SONNET MIne eie with all the deadly sinnes is fraught , 1. First prowd , sith it presum'd to looke so hie : a watchman being made , stoode gazing by , 2. and idle , tooke no heede till I was caught : And enuious , beares enuy that by thought should in his absence be to her so nie : to kill my heart , mine eye let in her eie , 4. and so consent gaue to a murther wrought : 5. And couetous , it neuer would remoue from her faire haire , gold so doth please his sight 6. vnchaste , a bawde betweene my heart and loue 7. a glutton eye , with teares drunke euery night . These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire : Wherefore my heart is damnd in Loues sweete fire H. C.

SONNET . To two most Honorable and Virtuous Ladies , sisters . YEe Sister-Muses , doe not yee repine , That I two Sisters doe with nine compare , Since each of these is farre more truely rare , Then the whole Troope of all the heau'nly nine . But if yee aske me which is more diuine , I answer , Like to their twinne-eies they are , Of which , ech is more bright than brightest starr Yet neither doth more bright than other shine . Sisters of spotlesse fame , of whom alone Malitious to●gues take pleasure to speake well , How should I you commend , sith eyther one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell ? The onely praise I can you giue , is this , That One of you like to the Other is . H. C.

Of Cynthia . TH' Ancient Readers or Heauens Booke , Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story ; All things vnder Cynthia tooke To bee transitory . This the learned only knew , But now all men finde it true , Cynthia is descended ; With bright beames , and heauenly hew , And lesser starres attended . Landes and Seas shee rules below , Where things change , and ebbe , and flowe , Spring , waxe olde , and perish ; Only Time which all doth mowe , Her alone doth cherish . Times yong howres attend her still , And her Eyes and Cheekes do fill , With fresh youth and beautie : All her louers olde do grow , But their hartes , they do not so In their Loue and duty . This Song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at shew on horsebacke , wherwith the right Honorabl● the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highness● on Maie day last .

Finis .