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CONTENTS

PAGE
*Thomas Lodge--Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets,
Elegies, and amorous delights, 593, x

Giles Fletcher, LL.D.--Licia, or, Poems of Love in Honour of
the admirable and singular virtues of his Lady. To the
imitation of the best Latin Poets, and others, ,593,
Henry Constable and othoErs--Diana, or, The excellent conceit-
fui Sonnets of H.C. Augmented with divers Quatorzains
of honourable and learned personages. Divided into
viii. Decades, 1584 [vert 1594],

Samuel Daniel--Delia (, 594),

William Percy--Sonnets to the Fairest Coelia, 594,

Anonymous--Zepheria, 594,

Michael Drayton--Idea. In sixty-three Sonnets, 594«69,

*Edmund Spenser--Amoretti and Epithalamion, , 595,

Bartholomew Griffin--Fidessa, more chaste than kind, 1596,

R[ichard] L[inche]--Diella. Certain Sonnets, adjoined to the
amorous poem of Dom Diego and Gyneura, 596,

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Vi||;arn Smith--Ch|oris, or The Cornp|aint of the passionate
despised Shepherd, 1596 ,
IR[obert] T[ofte]--Laura, The Toys of a Trave|er : or The Feast
of Fancy. Divided into Three Parts, I
Index of Proper Names,
Index of First Lines,

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HIL L IS

Honoured with Pa-
torall Sonnets, Elegies, and amo-
rous delights.

VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall
complaynt of E]jCtred.

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thia iungit.

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lin the complete Phillis collection of poems were included, together
with the poems of sonnet character, numbered consecutively I.-XL., an
' Induction' in eight (6-line) stanzas, two eclogues--one in twenty-six
(6-line) stanzas and the other in twenty (4-line) stanzas--an elegy in
fifty alternately-rhyming (5-iambic) lines, and an ode in rive (8-line)
stanzas. There are only printed here thirty-eight of the poems of the
sonnet character, numbered I.-XL. ; those numbered XV. and XVI. are
omitted, because they have another metrical character, being each
twent)'-lines long and variously rhymed.]

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SONNET l.

H PLEASlNG thoughts, apprentices of love,
Fore-runners of desire, sweet mithridates
The poison of my sorrows to remove,
With whom my hopes and fear full oft debates !
Enrich yourselves and me by your self riches,
Which are the thoughts you spend on heaven-bred beauty,
Rouse you my muse beyond out poets' pitches,
And, working wonders, yet say all is duty !
Use you no eaglets' eyes, nor phoenix' feathers,
To tower the heaven from whence heaven's wonder sallies.
For why ? Your sun sings sweetly to her weathers,
Making a spring of winter in the valleys.
Show to the world, though poor and scant my skill is,
How sweet thoughts be, that are but thoughts on
Phillis.

SONNET II.

Ou sacred sea-nymphs pleasantly disporting
Amidst this wat'ry world, where now I sali ;
If ever love, or loyers sad reporting,
Had power sweet tears from your fait eyes te
hall ;
And you, more gentle-hearted than the rest,
Under the northern noon-stead sweetly streaming
Lend those moist riches of ¥our crystal crest,
To quench the flames from m¥ heart's/Etna streaming ;
And thou, kind Triton, in thy trumpet relish
The ruthful accents of m¥ discontent,
That midst this travel desolate and hellish,
Some gentle wind that listens my lainent
Ma¥ prattle in the north in Phillis' ears:
" Where Phillis wants, Damon consumes in tears."

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SONNET III.

N FANCY'S world an Atlas have I been,
Where yet the chaos of my ceaseless care
Is by her eyes unpitied and unseen,
In whom all gifts but pity planted are,
For mercy though still cries my moan-clad muse,
And every paper that she sends to beauty,
In tract of sable tears brings woeful news,
Of my true heart, kind thoughts, and loyal duty.
But ah the strings of her hard heart are strained
Beyond the harmony of my desires ;
And though the happy heavens themselves bave pained,
To rame ber heart whose will so far aspires,
Yet shc who claires the title of world's wonder,
Thinks all deserts too base to bring her under.

SONNET IV.

ONG hath my sufferance laboured to enforce
One pearl of pity from her pretty eyes,
Whilst I with restless riveræ of remorse,
Have bathed the banks where my fair Phillis
lies.
The moaning lines which weeping I have written,
And writing read unto my ruthful sheep,
And reading sent with tears that never fitten,
To my love's queen, that hath my heart in keep,
Have ruade my lambkinæ lay them down and sigh ;
But Philliæ sits, and reads, and calls them trifleæ.
Oh heavens, why climb hot happy lines so high,
To rent that ruthless heart that all hearts rifles |
None writes with truer faith, or greater love ;
Yet out, alas! I have no power to move.

SONNET V.

H PALE and dying infant of the spring,
How rightly now do I resemble thee !
That self same hand that thee from stalk did
wring,
Hath rent my breast and robbed my heart from me.
Yet shalt thou lire. For why ? Thy native vigour
Shall thrive by woeful dew-drops of my dolour ;
And from the wounds I bear through fancy's rigour,
My streaming blood shall yield the crimson colour.
The ravished sighs that ceaseless take their issue
From out the furnace of my heart inflamed,
To yield you lasting springs shall never miss you ;
So by my plaints and pains, you shall be famed.
Let my heart's heat and cold, thy crimson nourish,
And by m¥ sorrows let thy beauty flourish.

SONNET VI.

'T ls not death which wretched men call dying,
But that is ver}, death which I endure,
When m¥ coy-looking nymph, her grace
env¥ing,
B¥ fatal frowns my domage doth procure.
It is not life which we for life approve,
But that is life when on her wool-soft paps
I seal sweet kisses which do batten love,
And doubling them do treble my good haps.
'Tis neither love the son, nor love the mother,
Which loyers praise and pra¥ to ; but that love is
Which she in eye and I in heart do smother.
Then muse hot though I glory in m¥ miss,
Since she who holds my heart and me in durance,
Hath life, death, love and ail in ber procurance.

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SONNET VII.
Ow languisheth the primrose of love's garden !
How trill her tears, th' elixir of m¥ senses !
Ambitious sickness, what doth thee so harden ?
Oh spare, and plague thou me for ber offences !
Ah roses, love's fait roses, do hot languish ;
Blush through the milk-white veil that holds you
covered.
If heat or cold ma¥ mitigate ¥our anguish,
I '11 burn, I '11 freeze, but you shall be recovered.
Good God, would beauty mark how she is crased,
How but one shower of sickness makes her tender,
Her judgments then to mark m¥ woes amazed,
To mercy should opinion's fort surrender !
And I,--oh would I might, or would she meant it |
Should hery x love, who now in heart lainent it.
a i.e. praise.

SONNET VIII.

O STARS her eyes to clear the wandering night,
But shining suns of true divinity,
That make the soul conceive her perfect light !
No wanton beauties of humanity
Her pretty brows, but beams that clear the sight
Of him that seeks the true philosophy !
No coral is her lip, no rose her fait,
But even that crimson that adorns the sun.
No nymph is she, but mistress of the air,
By whom my glories are but new begun.
But when I touch and taste as others do,
I then shall write, and you shall wonder too.

SONNET IX.

HE dewy roseate Morn had with ber hairs
In sundry sorts the Indian clime adorned ;
And now her eyes, apparellèd in tears,
The loss of lovely Memnon long had mourned ;
When as she spied the nymph whom I admire,
Combing her locks, of vhich the yellov gold
Made blush the beauties of her curld wire,
Which heaven itself with wonder might behold,
Then, red with shame, her reverend locks she rent»
And weeping hid the beauty of ber face ;
The flower of fancy wrought such discontent.
The sighs, which midst the air she breathed a space,
A three-days' stormy tempest did maintain,
Her shame a tire, her eyes a swelling rain.

SONNET X.

HE rumour runs that here in Isis swim
Such stately swans so confident in dying,
That when they feel themselves near Lethe's
brim,
They sing their fatal dirge when death is nighing.
And I, like these, that feel my wounds are mortal,
Contented die for her whom I adore;
And in my joyful hymns do still exhort ail
To die for such a saint or love no more.
Not that my torments or her tyrann¥
Enforce me to enjoin so hard a task,
But for I know, and yield no reason wh},,
But will them try that have desire to ask.
As love hath wreaths his pretty eyes to seel,
So lovers must keep secret what the¥ feel.

SONNET XI.
¥ FRAIL and earthly bark, by reason's guide,
Which holds the helm, whilst will doth wield
the sail,
By my desires, the winds of bad betide,
Hath sailed these worldly seas with small avail,
Vain objects serve for dreadful rocks to quail
My brittle boat from haven of life that files
To haunt the sea of mundane miseries.
My soul that draws impressions from above,
And views my course, and sees the winds aspire,
Bids reason watch to 'scape the shoals of love ;
But lawless will enflamed with endless ire
Doth steer empoop, whilst reason doth retire.
The streams increase; love's waves my bark do fill ;
Thus are they wracked that guide their course by will.

SONNET XII.
H, TREES, why fall your leaves so fast ?
Ah rocks, where are your robes of moss ?
Ah flocks, why stand you all aghast?
Trees, rocks, and flocks, what, are you pensive
for my loss ?
The birds, methinks, tune naught but moan,
The winds breathe naught but bitter plaint,
The beasts forsake their dens to groan ;
Birds, winds, and beasts, what doth my loss your powers
attaint ?
Floods weep their springs above their bounds,
And echo wails to see my woe,
The robe of ruth doth clothe the grounds ;
Floods, echo, grounds, why do you all these tears bestow ?
The trees, the rocks, and flocks reply,
The birds, the winds, the beasts report,
Floods, echo, grounds, for sorrow cry,
We grieve since Phillis nill kind Damon's love consort.

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SONNET XIII.
OvE guides the roses of thy lips,
And flies about them like a bee ;
If I approach he forward skips,
And if I kiss he stingeth me.
Love in thine eyes doth build his bower,
And sleeps within their pretty shine ;
And if I look the boy will lower,
And from their orbs shoot shafts divine.
Love works thy heart within his tire,
And in my tears doth firm the same ;
And if I tempt it will retire,
And of my plaints doth make a game.
Love, let me cull her choicest flowers,
And pity me, and calm her eye,
Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers,
Then will I praise thy deity.
But if thou do not love, I '11 truly serve her.
In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her.

SONNET XIV.
WROTE in Mirrha's bark, and as I wrote,
Poor Mirrha wept because I wrote forsaken ;
'Twas of thy pride I sung in weeping note,
When as her leaves great moan for pity maken.
The falling fountains from the mountains falling,
Cried out, alas, so fair and be so cruel!
And babbling echo never ceasèd calling,
Phillis, disdain is fit for none but truthless.
The rising pines wherein I had engraved
Thy memory consulting with the wind,
Are trucemen to thy heart and thoughts depraved,
And say, thy kind should not be so unkind.
But, out alas ! so fell is Phillis fearless,
That she hath ruade her Damon well-nigh tearless.
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SONNET XVII.

H, FLEETING weal ! ah, sly deluding sleep,
That in one moment giv'st me joy and pain!
How do my hopes dissolve to tears in vain,
As wont the snows, 'fore angry sun to weep !
Ah, noisome lire that hath no weal in keep!
My forward grief hath form and working might ;
My pleasures, like the shadows, take their flight ;
My path to bliss is tedious, long, and steep.
Twice happy thou Endymion that embracest
The live-long night thy love within thy arms,
Where thou fond dream my longbd weal defacest
Whilst fleeting and uncertain shades thou placest
Before my eyes with false deluding charms !
Ah, instant sweets which do my heart revive,
How should I joy if you were true alive !

SONNET XVIII.

S WtlERE two raging venoms are united,
Which of themselves dissevered life would
sever,
The sickly wretch oi r sickness is acquted,
Which else should die, or pine in torments ever;
So tire and irrost, that hold my heart in seizure,
Restore those ruins which themse|ves have wrought,
Where if apart they both had had ther pleasure,
The earth long since her fatal clam had caught.
Thus two united deaths keep me from dying ;
I burn in ice, and quake amidst the tire,
No hope midst these extremes or favour spying ;
Thus love makes me a martyr in his ire.
So that both cold and heat do rather feed
My ceaseless pains, than any comfort breed.

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SONNET XIX.

Hou tyrannising monarch that dost tire
My love-sick heart through those assaulting
eyes,
That are the lamps which lighten my desire
I f nought but death thy fury may suffice,
Not for my peace, but for thy pleasure be it,
That Phillis, wrathful Phillis, that repines me
AIl grace but death, may deign to come and see it,
And seeing grieve af that which she assigns me.
This only boon for all my mortal bane
I crave and cry for at thy mercy seat:
That when her wrath a faithful heart hath slain,
And soul is fled, and body reft of heat,
She might perceive how much she might command
That had my lire and death within her hand.

SONNET XX.

.OME praise the looks, and others praise the locks
Of their fait queens, in love with curious wotds:
Some laud the breast where love his treasure
locks
Ail like the eye that life and love affords.
But none of these frail beauties and unstable
Shall make my pen riot in pompous style ;
More greater gifts shall my grave muse enable,
Whereat severer brows shall never stalle.
I praise her honey-sweeter eloquence,
Which from the fountain of true wisdom floweth,
Her modest mien that matcheth excellence,
Her matchless faith which from ber virtue groweth ;
And could my style her happy virtues equal,
Time had no power her glories to enthral.

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SONNET XXI.

E HERALDS of my heart, mine ardent groans,
Oh, tears which gladly would burst out to
brooks,
Oh, spent on fruitless sand my surging moans,
Oh, thoughts enthralled unto care-boding looks !
Ah, just laments of my unjust distress,
Ah, fond desires whom reason could hot guide !
Oh, hopes of love that intimate redress,
Yet prove the load-stars unto bad betide !
When will you cease? Or shall pain ncver-ceasing,
Seize on my heart ? Oh, moIlify your rage,
Lest your assaults with over-swift increasing,
Procure my death, or call on timeless age.
What if they do ? They shall but feed the tire,
Which I have kindled by my fond desire.

SONNET XXlI.

AIR art thou, Phillis, ay, so fait, sweet maid
As nor the sun, nor I have seen more fair,
For in thy cheeks sweet roses are embayed,
And gold more pure than gold doth gild thy
hair.
Sweet bees have hived their honey on thy tongue,
And Hebe spiced her nectar with thy breath ;
About thy neck do all the graces throng,
And lay such baits as might entangle death.
In such a breast what heart would not be thrall
From such sweet arms who would hot wish embraces ?
At thy fair hands who wonders not at ail,
Wonder itself through ignorance embases ?
Yet natheless though wondrous gifts you call these,
My faith is far more wonderful than ail these.

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SONNET XXIII.

URST, burst, poor heart! Thou hast no longer
hope ;
Captive mine eyes unto eternal sleep ;
Let all m)" senses have no further scope ;
Let death be lord of me and all m)" sheep !
For Phillis hath betrothèd tierce disdain,
That makes his mortal mansion in ber heart ;
And though m)" tongue have long time taken pain
To sue divorce and wed her to desert.
She will hot yield, m)" words can bave no power ;
She scorns m)" faith, she laughs at my sad la)'s,
She fills my soul with never-ceasing sour,
Who filled the world with volumes of her praise.
In such extremes what wretch can cease to crave
His peace from death, who can no merci" havel

SONNET XXIV.

O GLORY makes me glorious or glad,
Nor pleasure ma), to pleasure me dispose,
No comfort can revive my senses sad,
Nor hope enfranchise me with one repose.
Nor in her absence taste I one delight.
Nor in her presence ara I well content ;
Was never time gave terre to mr despite,
Nor jo)" that dried the tears of m)" lainent.
Nor hold I hope of weal in memory,
Nor have I thought to change m)" restless grief,
Nor doth my conquest )'ield me sovereignty,
Nor hope repose, nor confidence relief.
For wh), ? She sorts her frowns and favours so,
As when I gain or lose I cannot know.

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SONNET XXV.

WAGE the combat with two mighty foes,
Which are more strong than I ten thousand fold ;
The one is when thy pleasure I do lose,
The other, when thy person I behold.
In seeing thee a swarm of loves confound me
And cause my death in spire of my resist,
And if I see thee hOt, thy want doth wound me,
For in thy sight my comfort doth consist.
The one in me continual care createth,
The other doth occasion my desire ;
The one the edge of all my joy rebateth,
The other makes me a phoenix in love's tire.
So that I grieve when I enjoy your presence,
And die for grief by reason of your absence.

SONNET XXVI.

'LL teach thee, lovely Phillis, what love is.
It is a vision seeming such as thou,
That flies as fast as it assaults mine eyes ;
It is affection that doth reason miss ;
It is a shape of pleasure like to you,
Which meets the eye, and seen on sudden dies ;
It is a double grief, a spark of pleasure
Begot by vain desire. And this is love
Whom in our youth we count out chiefest treasure,
In age for want of power we do reprove.
Yea, such a power is love, whose loss is pain,
And having got him we repent our gain.

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SONNET XXVII.

AIR eyes, whilst fearful I your fair admire,
By unexpressèd sweetness that I gain,
My memory" of sorrow doth expire,
And falcon-like I tower joy's heavens amain,
But when your suns in oceans of their glory
Shut up their day-bright shine, I die for thought ;
So pass my joys as doth a new-played story,
And one poor sigh breaths all delight to naught.
So to myself I live not, but for you ;
For you I live, and you I love, but none else.
Oh then, fait eyes, whose light I live to view,
Or poor forlorn despised to live alone else,
Look sweet, since from the pith of contemplation
Love gathereth life, and living, breedeth passion.

SONNET XXVIII.

'OT causeless were you christened, gentle flowers,
The one of faith, the other fancy's pride ;
For she who guides both faith and
power,
In your fait colours wraps her ivory side.
As one of you hath whiteness without stain,
So spotless is my love and never tainted ;
And as the other shadoweth faith again,
Such is my lass, with no fond change acquainted.
And as nor tyrant sun nor winter weather
May ever change sweet amaranthus' hue,
So she though love and fortune join together,
Will never leave to be both fait and true.
And should I leave thee there, thou pretty elf?
Nay, first let Damon quite forget himself.

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SONNET XXIX.

FEEL myself endangered beyond reason,
My death already 'twixt the cup and lip,
Because my proud desire through cursbd treason
Would make my hopes mount heaven, which
cannot skip ;
My fancy still requireth at my hands
Such things as are hOt, cannot, may hOt be,
And my desire although my power withstands
Will give me wings, who never yet could flee.
What then remains except my maimed soul
Extort compassion from Iove-flying age,
Or if naught else their fury may control,
To call on death that quells affection's rage ;
Which death shall dwell with me and never fly,
Since vain desire seeks that hope doth deny.

SONNET XXX.

Do compare unto thy youthly clear,
Which always bides within thy flow'ring prime,
The month of April, that bedews our clime
With pleasant flowers, when as his showers
appear.
Belote thy face shall fly false cruelty,
Before his face the doly season fleets ;
Mild been his looks, thine eyes are full of sweets ;
Firm is his course, firm is thy loyalty.
He paints the fields through liquid crystal showers,
Thou paint'st my verse with Pallas' learned flowers ;
With Zephirus' sweet breath he fills the plains,
And thou my heart with weeping sighs dost wring ;
His brows are dewed with morning's crystal spring,
Thou mak'st my eyes with tears bemoan my pains.

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SONNET XXXI.

EVOID of reason, thrall to foolish ire,
I walk and chase a savage fairy still,
Now near the flood, straight on the mounting
hill,
Now midst the woods of youth, and vain desire.
For leash I bear a cord of careful grief;
For brach I lead an over-forward mind ;
My hounds are thoughts, and rage despairing blind,
Pain, cruelty, and care without relief.
But they perceiving that my swift pursuit
My flying fairy cannot overtake,
With open mouths their prey on me do make,
Like hungry hounds that latel]z lost their suit.
And full of fury on their master feed,
To hasten on my hapless death with speed.

SONNET XXXII.

To sigh
To die for
To others'
To pine in
A short despite, a faith unfeigned true,
To love my foe, and set my life at naught,
With heedless eyes mine endless harms to view
A will to speak, a fear to tell the thought ;
To hope for ail, yet for despair to die,
Is of my lire the certain destin)'.
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THOUSAND times to think and think the saine
To two fair eyes to show a naked heart,
Great thirst with bitter liquor to restrain,
To take repast of care and crooked smart ;
full oft without relent of ire,
grief and yet conceal the tale,
will to fashion my desire,
looks disguised through pensive-pale ;

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SONNET XXXIII.

HEN first sweet Phillis, whom I must ad,ore,
'Gan with her beauties bless our wond ring sky,
The son of Rhea, from their fatal store
Make ail the gods to grace her majesty.
Apollo first his golden rays among,
Did form the beauty of her bounteous eyes ;
He graced ber with his sweet melodious song,
And made her subject of his poesies.
The warrior Mars bequeathed her tierce disdain,
Venus her stalle, and Phoebe all her fait,
Python his voice, and Ceres ail her grain,
The moon her locks and fingers did repair.
Young Love, his bo,v, and Thetis gave her feet ;
Clio ber praise, Pallas her science sweet.

SONNET XXXIVo

WOULD in rich and golden-coloured rain,
With tempting showers in pleasant sort descend
Into fait Phillis' lap, my lovely friend,
When sleep her sense with slumber doth restrain.
l would be changd to a milk-white bull,
When midst the gladsome field she should appear,
By pleasant fineness to surprise my dear,
Whilst from their stalks, she pleasant flowers did pull.
I were content to weary out my pain,
To be Narcissus so she were a spring,
To drown in her those woes my heart do ring,
And more ; I wish transformd to remain,
That whilst I thus in pleasure's lap did lie,
I might refresh desire, which else would die.

SONNET XXXV.

HOPE and fear, I pray and hold my peace,
Now freeze my thoughts and straight they fry
again,
I now admire and straight my wonders cease,
I loose my bonds and yet myself restrain ;
This likes me most that leaves me discontent,
My courage serres and yet my heart doth rail,
My will doth climb whereas my hopes are spent,
I laugh at love, yet when he cornes I quail ;
The more I strive, the duller bide I still,
I would be thanked, and yet I freedom love,
I would redress, yet hourly feed my iii,
I would repine, and dare hOt once reprove ;
And for my love I ara bereft of power,
And strengthless strive my weakness to devour.

SONNET XXXVI.

F so I seek the shades, I presently do see
The god of love forsakes his bow and sit me by ;
If that I think to write, his Muses pliant be,
If so I plain my grief, the wanton boy will cry,
I" I lainent his pride, he doth increase my pain ;
If tears my cheeks attaint, his cheeks are moist with moan ;
If I disclose the wounds the which my heart hath slain,
He takes his fascia off, and wipes them dry anon.
I" so I walk the woods, the woods are his delight,
If I mysel" torment, he bathes him in my blood ;
He will my soldier be if once I wend to fight,
lfseas delight, he steers my bark amidst the flood.
In brief, the cruel god doth never from me go,
Butmakes my lasting love eternal with my woe.

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SONNET XXXVII.

HESE tierce incessant waves that stream along my
face,
Which show the certain proof of my ne'er-
ceasing pains,
Fair Phillis, are no tears that trickle from my brains ;
For why? Such streams of ruth within me find no place.
These floods that wet my cheeks are gathered from thy
grace
And thy perfections, and from hundred thousand flowers
Which from thy beauties spring; whereto I medley
showers
Of rose and lilies too, the colours of thy face.
My love doth serve for tire, my heart the furnace is,
The aperries of my sighs augment the burning flame,
The limbec is mine eye that doth distil the saine ;
And by how much my tire is violent and sly,
By so much doth it cause the waters mourir on high,
That shower from out mine eyes, for to assuage my
miss.

SONNET XXXVIII.

Ho lires enthralled to Cupid and his flame,
From day to day is changed in sundry sort ;
The proof whereof myself may well report,
Who oft transformed by him may teach the
saine.
I first was turned into a wounded hart,
That bare the bloody arrow in my side ;
Then to a swan that midst the waters glide,
With piteous voice presaged my deadly smart ;

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Eftsoons I waxed a faint and fading flower ;
Then was I ruade a fountain sudden dry,
Distilling ail my tears fi'om troubled eye ;
Now ara I salamander by his power,
Living in flames, but hope ere long tobe
A voice, to talk my mistress' majesty.

SONNET XXXIX.

']t r MATCHLESS mistress, whose delicious eyes
Have power to perfect nature's privy wants,
Even when the sun in greatest pomp did rise,
With pretty tread did press the tender plants.
Each st&lk, whilst forth she stalks, to kiss her feet
Is proud with pomp, and prodigal of sweet.
Her fingers fait in favouring every flower
That wooed their ivory for a wishèd touch,
By chance--sweet chance--upon a blessed hour
Did pluck the flower where Love himself did couch,
Where Love did couch by summer toil suppressed,
And sought his sleep within so sweet a nest.
The virgin's hand that held the wanton thrall,
Imprisoned him within the roseate leaves ;
And twixt her teats, with favour did install
The lovely rose, where Love his test receives.
The lad that felt the sort and sweet so nigh,
Drowned in delights, disdains his liberty,
And said, let Venus seek another son,
For here my only matchless mother is ;
From whose fait orient orbs the drink doth run,
That deifies my state with greater bliss.
This said, he sucked, my mistress blushing smiled,
Since Love was both her prisoner and her child.

SONNET XL.

ESEMBLING none, and none so poor as I,
Poor to the world, and poor in each esteem,
Whose first-born loves at first obscured did die,
And bred no lame but flame of base misdeem,
Under.the ensign of whose tirèd pen,
Love's legions forth have masked, by others masked ;
Think how I live wrongbd by ill-tongued men,
Not master of myself, to ail wrongs tasked !
Oh thou that canst, and she that may do ail things,
Support these languishing conceits that perish !
Look on their growth ; perhaps these silly small things
May win this worthy palm, so you do cherish.
Homer hath vowed, and I with him do vow this,
He will and shall revive, if you allow this.

LICIA,

POEMS OF LOVE

in honour of
the admirable and singular virtues of
his Lady.
To the imitation of
the best Latin Poets, and others.

WHEREUNTO IS ADDED
The Rising to the Crown of
RICHARD TI-IE THIRD.

luxit Musarum numerum PPIIO addita Mu«is.
Feelix si seevu«, oic volui«set Imor.

Si coelum patria est puer beatum,
Si veto peperit VENUS benigna,
Si Nectar tibi Massicum ministrat ;
Si sancta Ambrosia est cibus petitus,
Quid noctes habitas, diesque mecum ?
Quid victum face supplicemque aduris ?
Quid longam lachrimis sitim repellis ?
Quid nostroe dape pasceris medulloe.
O vere rabidum genus foerarum :
O domo stige patriaque digne :
Jam levis sumus umbra, quid lacessis ?

Id Leelorem.

Non convitia, nec latrationes,
Nec Ronchos timeo, calumniasve,
Nec ullos obelos severiores.
Non quod judicio meo Foeta
Sim tantus, nihil ut queat reprehendi :
Sed quod judicio meo Foeta
Sim tam ridiculus, parumque doctus,
Ut nullum fore judicem eruditum,
Meos carpere qui velit labores :
Nain quis/Ethiopem velit lavare ?

To tke l#'orsbipful, kind. wise, and
,virtuous Lady, t]e Lady MoLLiwux,
l]/'ife to the rigit lors5itg]Cul
Sir RlCtlARI Mozzzeu Knigtt.

OWSOEVER, in the settled opinions of some
wise heads, this trifling labour may easily incur
the suspicion of two evils; either tobe of an
idle subject, and so frivolous ; or vainly handled,
and so odious: yet my resolute purpose was to pro-
ceed so far as the indifferent [impartial] Reader might
think this small pains to be rather an effect, than a cause, of
idleness. And howsoever LOVE, in this Age, hath behaved
himself in that loose manner as it is counted a disgrace to
give him but a kind look : yet I take the passion in itself to
be of that honour and credit as it is the perfect resemblance
of the greatest happiness; and rightly valued at his just
price, in a mind that is sincerely and truly amorous, an affec-
tion of the greatest virtue, and able of himself to eternize the
meanest vassal.
Concerning the handling of it, especially in this Age, men
may wonder, if a $cholar, How I come by so much leisure ?
If otherwise, Why a Writer ? Indeed to say truth, though I
cannot justly challenge the first name; yet I wish none to
be Writers, save only such as know Learning. And whereas
rny thoughts and some reasons drew me rather to bave dealt
in causes of greater weight ; ),et the present jar of this dis-
agreeing Age drives me into a fit so melancholy as I onl"
had leisure to grow passionate. And I see not why, upon
our dissensions, I may hot sit down idle, forsake m2¢ stud',

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and go sing of Love ; as wcll as out Brownists forsakê thc
Church, and writc of malice.
And that this is a matter hot so unfit for a man, either
that respecteth himself, or is a Scholar; peruse but the
writings of former times: and ),ou shall see, hot onl), others
in other countries, as Ital), and France, Men of Learning and
great parts to bave written Poems and Sonnets of Love;
but even amongst us, men of best nobility and chiefest
familles to be the greatest Scholars and most renowned in
this kind. But two reasons hath ruade it a thing foolishl),
odious in this Age. The one, that so many base companions
are the greatest Writers. The other, that our English Gene-
vian Purity hath quite debarred us of honest recreation : ),et
the great Pillar, as they make him [i.e. JEA CALVlN], of
that Cause hath shewed us as much wit and learning in this
kind as an), other before or since.
Furthermore for all students, I will sa), thus much; that
the base conceit which men generall), have of their wants is
such, as I scarce terre him a Scholar that hath not all the
accomplyments [acco»tlish»zents] of a Gentleman ; nor suf-
ficiently wise that will hOt take opportunity in some sort to
shew it. For I can say thus much, that the University
wherein I lived [evideutly Cambridge], and so I think the
other [Oxfora], hath so man), wise, excellent, sufficient,
men as, setting their learning aside wherein they are most
excellent, yet in all habiliments of a Gentleman they are
equal to any besides. This would that worth), SYDNEY oft
confess; and [Sir JOHN] HAIIr¢GTOr«'s tRmsro (which,
Madam, was respected so much by you) sheweth that his
abode was in King's College [Cambridge]. Yet now it is
grown to this pass, that Learning is lightly respected ; upon
a persuasion that it is to be found everywhere: a thing
untrue and unpossible.
Now in that I have written Love Sonnets; if any man
measure my affection by my st),le, let him say, I ara in love.
No great matterl For if our purest Divines bave not been

8 THE EPISTLE DEDICATORV. E G. FI,tch,r, LI,.D.

so, why are so many married ? I mislike not that, nor I
would not have them mislike this. For a man may be in
love, and hot marry; and yet wise: but he cannot marry
and not be in love, but be a mere fool.
Now for the manner. We will dispute that in some other
place ; yet take this by the way : though I ara so liberal to
grant thus much--a man may write of Love and not be in
love ; as well as of husbandry and not go to the plough ; or
of witches and be none ; or of holiness and be fiat profane.
But, wise and kind Lady, not to trouble your ears with
this idle discourse, let this suffice. I found favours unde-
served in such manner as my rude ability wants means to
recompence; and therefore in the mean time I request you
to accept this. If I had not so wondered at your admirable
and rare virtues that my heart was surcharged with the
exceeding measure of your worthiness, I had not written.
¥ou are happy every way, and so reputed. Lire so, and I
wish so you may live long ! Excuse me, favour me : and, if I
live (for I loath to admire without thankfulness), ere long it
shall be known what favours I received from wise Sir
RICHARD ; to whom in ail kind affects I test bound.
For the Reader, if he look for my letters to crave his
favour ; he is far deceived. For if he mislike anyt_hing, I am
sorry he took the pains to read: but if he do, let him dis-
praise; I much care not. For praise is not but as men
please, and it is no chief felicity. For I bave heard some
men, and of late, for Serinons at Paul's Cross and for other
pains, so commended by ail, excepting some few Cynics that
commend none that do well, that you would have thought
England would have striven for their speedy preferment:
but, like a wonder, it last but nine days ; and ail is quiet and
forgotten. The best is, they are young men and may lire to
be preferred at another time. So what ara I worse if men
mislike and use terms ? I can say as much by them. For
our great men, I ara sure, they want leisure to read : and if
they had ; ]cet, for the most part, the worst speak worst,

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Well let the Printer look he grow nota beggar by such
bargains, the Reader that he lose not his labour, and for
mine that is past! And whoso wisely, after an afternoon's
sleep, gapes, and saith, "0 how young men s-pend their time
idly!"; first, let him spend his time better than to sleep:
secondly, he knows hOt my age. I feared a hot ague ; and,
with TASSO, I was content to let my Wit blood.
But leaving these to their dogged humour; and wishing
your Ladyship ail happiness, I humbIy take my leave
From my chamber. September 4, 593.

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7"o lhe t?eac[er.

HAD thought, courteous and gentle Reader, hot
to bave troubled thy patience with these lines :
but that, in the neglect thereof, I should either
scorn thee, as careless of thine opinion, a thing
savourin of a proud hu[nour; or despair to obtain thy
favour, which I am loath to conceive of thy good nature.
If I were known, I would entreat in the best [nanner ; and
speak for hi[n who[n thou knewest. But being hot knovn,
thou speakest hOt aainst me; and therefore I much care
hot. For this kind of poetry wherein I wrote, I did it only
to try my hu[nour. And for the [natter of Love, it [nay be
I a[n so devoted to so[ne one into whose hands these [nay
light by chance, that she may say, vhich thou now sayest
« That surely he is in love :" which i[ she do, then have I
the ful] reco[npence of m, labour; and the Poems have
dealt suiciently for the dischare of ther own duty.
This Age is learnedly wise, and [aultless in this kind o[
making their wits known : thinking so basely of out bare
English, wherein thousands have travailed with such ill luck,
that they dee[n the[nselves barbarous and the island barren,
unless they have borrowed from Italy, Spain, and France
their best and chocest conceits. For my own part, I a[n of
this mind that out nation s so exquisite (neither vould I
overweeningly seem to flatter our home-spun stuff, or

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diminish the credit of our brave travellers) that neither
Italy, Spain, nor France can go beyond us for exact in-
vention. For if anything be odious amongst us, it is the
exile of our old manners, and some base-born phrases
stuft up with such new terres, as a man may sooner feel
us to flatter by our incrouching eloquence than suspect it
from the ear.

And for the matter of Love, where every man takes upon
himself to court exactly; I could justly grace (if it be a
grace to be excellent in that kind) the Inns of Court, and
some Gentlemen like[wise] Students in both Universities:
whose learning and bringing up together with their fine
natures make so sweet a harmony as, without partiality, the
most injurious will prefer them before ail others ; and there-
fore they only are fitted to write of Love.
For others, for the most part, are men of mean reach,
whose debased minds prey upon every bad dish. Men unfit
to know what Love means ; deluded fondly with their own
conceit, misdeeming so divine a fancy ; taking it to be the
contentment of themselves, the shame of others, the wrong of
virtue ; and the refiner of the tongue, boasting of some few
favours. These and such like errors (errors hateful to an
upright mind) commonly by learnless heads are reputed for
Love's Kingdom. But vain men, naturally led; deluded
themselves, [they] deceive others.
For Love is a goddess (pardon me though I speak like a
Poet) not respecting the contentment of him that loves but
the virtues of the beloved, satisfied with wondering, fed with
admiration, respecting nothing but his Lady's worthiness,
ruade as happy by love as by ail favours, chaste by honour,
far from violence : respecting but one ; and that one in such

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kindness honesty truth constancy and honour, as were ail
the World offered to make a change, yet the boot were too
small, and therefore bootless. This is Love, and far more
than this; which I know a vulgar head, a base mind, an
ordinary conceit, a common person will hOt, and cannot,
have. Thus do I commend that love wherewith, in these
Poems, I have honoured the worthy L I C I A.
But the love wherewith VENUS' son hath injuriously ruade
spoil of thousands, is a cruel Tyrant: occasion of sighs,
oracle of lies, enemy of pity, way of error, shape of incon-
stancy, temple of treason, faith without assurance, monarch
of tears, murderer of ease, prison of hearts, monster of
Nature, poisoned honey, impudent courtezan, furious bastard:
and in one word, not Love.
Thus, Reader, take heed thou err not l Esteem Love as
thou ought[est] !

If thou muse, What my LIcIA is? Take her to be some
DIANA, at the least chaste ; or some MINERVA : no VENUS,
fairer far. It may be she is Learning's Image, or some
heavenly wonder: which the Precisest may not mislike.
Perhaps under that naine I have shadowed « [The Holy]
Discipline." It may be, I mean that kind courtesy which
I found at the Patroness of these Poems, it may be some
College. It may be my conceit, and pretend nothing.
Whatsoever it be; if thou like it, take it! and thank the
worthy Lady 1V[OLLINEUX, for whose sake thou hast it:
worthy indeed, and so not only reputed by me in private
affection of thankfulness ; but so equally to be esteemed by
all that know her.
For if I had not re¢:eived of her and good Sir RICHARD,
of kind and wise Master LEE, of eourteous Master HOUGH-

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TON, all matchless, matched in one kindred, those unrequit-
able favours ; I had hot thus idly toyed.
If thou mislike it; yet she, or they, or both, or divine
LICIA shall patronize it: or if none; I will, and can, do it
myself. Yet I wish thy favour. Do but say, Thou art con-
tent; and I rest thine. If not, Farewell ! till we both meet.
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the wîse,

To
çind, virtuous,

and f air.

RIGHT matchless Star, the honour of
the sky !
From whose clear shine heaven's vault
hath all his light.
I send these Poems to your gracefui
eye.

Do you but take them, and they have their right.
I build besides a Temple to your name,
Wherein my thoughts shall daily sing your praise ;
And will erect an Altar for the same,
Which shall, your virtues and your honour raise.
But heaven, the Temple of your honour is ;
Whose brazen tops your worthy self made proud :
The ground an Altar, base for such a bliss,
With pity torn, because I sighed so loud.
And since my skill no worship can impart ;
Make you an incense of my loving heart !

G. Flechm', LLD."]9..] L I c I .,af. 35

SONNET I.

AD, ail alone, not long I musing sat
But that my thoughts compelled me to aspire.
A laurel garland in my hand I gat,
8o the Muses I approached the nigher.
My suit was this, A Poet to become ;
To drink with them, and from the heavens be fed.
PHOEUS denied ; and sware, "There was no room
uch to be Poets as fond Fancy led."
With that I mourned, and sat me down to weep.
VENUS she smiled, and smiling to me said,
"Corne drink with me, and sit thee still and sleep !"
This voice I heard, and VENUS I obeyed.
That poison, Sweet, hath done me all this wrong ;
For now of Love must needs be ail my Song.

SONNETII.

EARY was LOVE, and sought to take his rest.
He made his choice upon a Virgin's lap ;
And slyly crept from thence into ber breast,
Where still he meant to sport him in his hap.
The Virgin frowred, like PI-IOEBUS in a cloud,
"Go pack, sir boy, here is no room for such !
My breast, no wanton foolish boys must shroud !"
This said, my Love did give the Wag a touch.
Then as the foot, that treads the stinging shake,
Hastes to be gone, for fear what may ensue:
So LOVE, my Love was forced for to forsake ;
And, for more speed, without his arrows flew.
" Pardon!" he said, "for why you seemed to me,
My mother VENUS in her pride to be."

SONNET III.

HE heavens beheld the beauty of my Queen ;
And ail amazed, to wonder thus began :
" Why dotes hot JovE, as erst we ail have seen,
And shapes himself like to a seemly man ?
Mean are the matches which he sought before ;
Like bloomless buds, too base to make compare:
And she alone hath treasured Beauty's store ;
In whom ail gifts and princely graces are."
CUPID replied, "I posted with the sun
To view the Maids that lived in ail those days:
And none there was that might not well be won,
But She ; most hard, most cold, ruade of delays."
Heavens were deceived, and wrong they do esteem ;
8he hath no heat, although She living seem.

SONNET IV.

OVE and my Love did range the forest wild,
Mounted alike upon swift coursers both.
LOVE her encountered, though he was a child,
« Let's strive !" said he. Whereat my Love
was wroth ;
And scorned the boy, and checked him with a smile.
" I mounted am, and armèd with my spear.
Thou art too weak ! Thyself do not beguile !
I could thee conquer, if I naked [unarmed] were !"
With this LOVE wept, and then my Love replied :
" Kiss me, sweet boy, so ! Weep, my boy, no more !"
Thus did my Lox'e, and thus her force she tried :
LOVE was made ice, that tire was before.
A kiss of hers (as I, poor soul, do prove)
Can make the hottest, freeze ; and coldest love.

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SONNET V.

'OVE, with her hair, my Love by force hath tied ;
To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand.
I smiled for joy when I the boy espied
To lie unchained, and live at her command.
She, if She look, or kiss, or sing, or smile;
CUPID withal doth smile, doth singæ doth kiss.
Lips, hands, volte, eyes, all hearts that may beguile ;
Because She scorns, all hearts but only this.
VENUS for this in pride began to frown,
That CUPID, born a god, inthralled should be :
8he, in disdain, her pretty son threw down;
And in his place, with love she chainèd me.
8o now, sweet Love, tho' I myself be thrall ;
Not her a goddess, but thyself, 1 call.

SONNET VI.

Y Love, amazed, did blush herself to see,
Pictured by Art, ail naked as she was.
" How could the Painter know so much by me,
Or Art effect what he hath brought to pass ?
It is not like, he naked me hath seen ;
Or stood so nigh for to observe so much."
No, Sweet, his eyes so near have never been ;
Nor could his hands by Art have cunning such :
I showed my heart, wherein you printed were;
You, naked you, as here you painted are.
In that, my Love, your picture I must wear ;
And show 't to all, unless you have more care:
Then take my heart, and place it with your own !
So shall ¥ou naked never more be known. .

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SONNET VIl.

EATH, in a rage, assaulted once my heart
With love of her, my love that doth deny.
I scorned his force, and wished him to depart,
I heartless was, and therefore could not die.
I live in her. In her I placed my lire.
She guides my soul, and her I honour must.
Nor is this life ; but yet a living strife :
A thing unmeet, and yet a thing most just.
CUPID, enraged, did fly to make me love ;
My heart lay guarded with those burning eye,
The sparks whereof denied him to remove :
So conquered now, he like a captive lies.
Thus two at once by love are both undone :
My heart not loved ; and armless VENUS' son.

SONNET VIII.

ARD are the rocks, the marble, and the steel,
The ancient oak with wind and weather tosst ;
But you, my Love, far harder do I feel
Than flint, or these, or is the winter's frost.
My tears too weak, your heart they cannot move;
My sighs, that rock, like wind it cannot rent ;
Too tiger-like, you swear you canno love :
But tears and sighs you fruitless back have sent.
The frost too hard, not melted with my flame ;
I cinders ara, and yet you feel no heat:
Surpass not these, sweet Love, for very shame !
But let my tears, my vows, my sighs entreat !
Then shall I say, as I by trial find,
These all are hard ; but you, my Love, are kind.

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SONNET IX.

OvE was laid down, all weary, fast asleep ;
Whereas my Love his armour took away.
The boy awaked, and straight began to weep ;
But stood amazed, and knew hot what to say.
"Weep hOt, my boy," said VENUS to her son,
"Thy weapons none can wield but thou alone.
LICIA the Fait, this harm to thee hath done;
I saw her here, and presently was gone.
She will restore them, for she hath no need
To take thy weapons, where thy valour lies.
For men to wound, the Fates have her decreed
With favour, hands, with beauty, and with eyes."
No, VENUS, no! She scorns them, credit me!
But robbed thy son, that none might care for thee !

SONNET X

PAINTER drew the image of the boy,
Swift LOVE, with wings, all naked, and yet blind;
With bow and arrows bent for to destroy.
I blamed his skill; and fault I thus did find:
« A needless task I see thy cunning take:
Misled by love, thy fancy thee betrayed.
Love is no boy, nor blind, as men him make;
Nor weapons wears, whereof tobe afraid :
But if thou Love wilt paint with greatest skill ;
A Love, a Maid, a goddess, and a Queen !
Wonder and view at LICIA's picture still !
For other Love, the World hath never seen.
For She alone, all hope, ail comfort, gives :
llen's hearts, souls ail, led by her favour, lire."

42 L C Ao L O. Fl©tcher, LL.D.t.

SONNET XV.

STOOD amazed, and saw my LICIA shine
Fairer than PrIoEBtlS in his brightest pride ;
Set forth in colours by a hand divine,
Where naught was wanting but a soul to guicte.
It was a picture that I could descry,
ret made with art so as it seemed to live ;
Surpassing fair, and yet it had no eye:
Whereof my senses could no reason give.
Vqith that the Painter bid me hOt to muse,
« Her eyes are shut ; but I deserve no blame :
For if she saw, in faith, it could hOt choose
But that the work had whollv been affame."
Then burn me, Sweet, with brightness of your eyes;
That, Phoenix-like. from thence I may arise.

SONNET XVI.

RANT, fairest kind, a kiss unto thy friend !"
A blush replied; and yet a kiss I had.
Itis hOt heaven that can such nectar send ;
Whereat my senses, all amazed, were glad.
This done, She fled as one that was afraid ;
And I desired to kiss, by kissing more.
My Love, she frowned ; and I my kissing stayed :
l'et wished to kiss her as I did before.
Then as the vine, the propping elm doth clasp,
Loth to depart, till both together die ;
8o fold me, Sweet ; until my latest gasp !
That in thy arms, to death I kissed, may lie.
Thus whilst I live, for kisses I must call :
Still kiss me, 8weet, or kiss me not at all I

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SONNET XVII.

S are the sands, fair LIClA, on the shore ;
Or coloured flowers, garlands of the Spring ;
Or as the frosts not se.en nor felt before ;
Or as the fruits that Auturnn forth doth bring ;
As twinkling stars, the tinsel of the night ;
Or as the fish that gallop in the seas ;
As airs, each part that still escapes our sight :
So are rny Sighs, controllers of rny ease.
Yet these are such as needs rnust have an end,
For things finite, none else hath Nature done:
Only the sighs which frorn rny heart I send
Will never cease, but where they first began.
Accept thern, Sweet, as incense due to thee!
For you irnrnortal rnade thern so to be.

SONNET XVIII.

SWEAR, fair LrClA, still for to be thine ;
By heart, by eyes, by what I hold most dear !
Thou checkedst mine oath, and said, "'lhese
were not rnine;
And that I had no right by thern to swear."
Then by rny sighs, rny passions, and rny tears,
My vows, rny prayers, rny sorrow, and rny love,
My grief, rny joy, rny hope, and hopeless fears
ly heart is thine, and never shall rernove !
These are not thine, though sent unto thy view ;
Ail else I grant, by right they are thine own.
Let these suffice, that what I swear is true;
And more than this, if that it could be known.
So shall ail these, though troubles, ease rny grief;
If that they serve to work in thee belief.

SONNET XIX.

D HAT rime, fait LIClA, when I stole a kiss
From off those lips where CUPID lovely laid,
I quaked for cold : and found the cause was this :
My Life which loved, for love behind me stayed.
I sent my Heart, my Life for to recall,
But that was held, not able to return :
And both detained, as captives were in thrall,
And judged by her, that both by sighs should burn.
Fait, burn them both ! for that they were so bold ;
But let the altar be within thy heart !
And I shall live, because my life you hold ;
¥ou that give life to every living part.
A flame I took when as I stole the kiss :
Take you my life ! yet tan I lire with this.

SONNET XX.

IRST did I fear, when first my love began ;
Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy,
]t] ,'-- [ I sought to keep what I by fa vour wan,
l And brooked no partner in my love to be.
But tyrant Sickness fed upon my Love,
And spread his ensigns dyed with colour white ;
Then was Suspicion glad for to remove ;
And loving much did fear to lose her quite.
Erect, fait Sweet, the colours thou didst wear!
Dislodge thy griefs, the short'nets of content !
For now of lire, hot love, is ail my fear :
Lest life and love be both together spent.
Live but, fait Love, and banish thy disease!
And love, kind Heart, both when, and vhom, thou please !

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SONNET XXI.

ICIA, my Love, was sitting in a grove ;
Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs :
But straight she spied where two together strove,
Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.
CUPID did cry, lamenting of the harm,
"JOVE's Messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far!
Use thou thy rod ! rely upon thy charm !
Think not by speech, my force thou can'st debar !"
" A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child !
My weapo.ns oft, and tongue, and mind you took :
And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled ;
And scorn to grace me with a loving look."
Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong !
That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.

8ONNET XXII.

" MIGHT have died before my life began ;
When as my father, for his country's good,
The Persians' favour and the 8ophy wan :
But yet with danger of his dearest blood."
Thy father, 8weet, whom danger did beset,
Escapbd ail : and for no other end
But only this, that you he might beget :
Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.
Then, father, thank thy daughter for thy lire!
And Neptune praise, that yielded so to thee,
To calm the tempest, when the storms were rife ;
And that thy daughter should a VENUS be.
I call thee VENUS, Sweet ! but be hot wroth ;
Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favour both.

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BONNET XXIII.

Y Love was masked, and armèd with a fan;
To see the sun so careless of his light :
Which stood and gazed ; and gazing, waxbd wan
To see a star, himself that was more bright.
Some did surmise She hid her from the sun ;
Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed ".
And feared the harm by him to others done.
But these the reason of this wonder missed ;
Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare,
In greatest pride presume to take a kiss :
But she, more kind, did show she had more care
Than with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss.
Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dira the sun !
Your light's enough, although that his xvere done.

SONNET XXIV.

HEN as my Love lay sickly in her bed,
Pale Death did post, in hope to have a prey ;
But she so spotless ruade him, that he fled :
" Unmeet to die," he cried ; and could not stay.
Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told :
"All things that are, are subject unto me ;
Both toxvns, and men, and what the world doth hold:
But let fair LICIA still immortal bel"
The heavens did grant. A goddess she was made,
Immortal, fait, unfit to surfer change.
So now she lives, and never more shall fade.
In earth, a goddess. What can be more strange ?
Then will I hope! A goddess, and so near;
She cannot choose, my sighs and prayers but hear.

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SONNET XXV.

EVEN are the Lights that wander in the skies :
And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.
To see the Moon how pale she doth arise ;
Standing amazed, as though she durst not move :
Sois my Sweet, much paler than the snow;
Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.
MERCURY the next, a god sweet-tongued ve know;
But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.
The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride ;
And yet my Love is far more fair than he.
The warlike MARS can wieldless xveapons guide ;
But yet that god is far more weak than She.
The lovely VENUS seemeth to be fait;
But at her best, my Love is far more bright.
SATURN, for age, with groans doth dira the air;
Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.
Gaze at ber brows, where heaven engrafted is ;
Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.

SONNET XXVI.

LIVE, sweet Love, where as the gentle wind
Murmurs with sport, in midst of thickest boughs ;
Where loving woodbine doth the harbour bind,
And chirping birds do echo forth my vows ;
Where strongest elm can scarce support the
vine,
And sweetest flowers enamelled have the ground ;
Where Muses dwell: and yet hereat repine
That on the earth so rare a place was found.
But winds delight : I wish to be content.
I praise the woodbine : but I take no joy.
I moan the birds that music thus have spent.
As for the rest, they breed but mine annoy.
Live thou, fair LIC/A, in this place alone :
Then shall I joy, though all of these were gone.

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SONNET XXVII.

' FIE crystal streams, wherein my Love did swim,
Melted in tears, as partners of my woe ;
Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,
The pearl-like fountain, whiter than the snow.
Then, like perfume resolvèd with a heat,
The fountain smoked, as if it thought to bure.
/k wonder strange to sec the cold so great,
And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.
I searched the cause, and found it to be this :
She touched the water, and it burnt with love.
Now, by her means, it purchased hath that bliss
Which ail diseases quickly can remove.
Then if, by you, these streams thus blessd be:
Sweet, grant me love ; and be not worse to me!

SONNET XXVIII.

N time the strong and stately turrets fall.
ï] In time the rose, and silver lilies die.
¢lt In time the monarchs captive are and thrall.
In time the sea and rivers are made dry.
The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder.
Still living fame, in time doth fade away.
The mountains proud, we sec in time corne under :
And earth, for aye, we sec in time decay.
The sun in time forgets for to retire
From out the East, where he was wont to rise.
The basest thoughts, we sec in time aspire.
And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise.
Thus all, sweet Fait, in time must have an end :
Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend.

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SONNET XXIX.

HEN as my LICIA sailbd in the seas,
Viewingwith pride, god NEPTUN E's statelycrown,
A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease;
The storm she stayed, and checked him with a
frown.
Love at the stern sat smiting, and did sing
To see how seas had learned for to obey;
And balls of tire into the waves did fling.
And still the boy, full wanton, thus did say:
"Both poles we burnt, whereon the world doth turn ;
The round of heaven from earth unto the skies :
And now the seas, we both intend to burn ;
I with my bow, and LICIA with her eyes."
Then since thy force, heavens, earth, nor seas can move ;
I conquered, yield : and do confess I love_

SONNET XXX.

HEN as her lute is tunbd to her voice,
The air grows proud for honour of that sound ;
And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoice
That in the earth such music should be found.
When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold)
Like silver thread lies wafting in the air;
DIANA-like she looks, but yet more bold :
Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fait.
When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks ;
She JovE in pride encounters with a check :
The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks,
Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck.
Yet all these graces, blots ; not graces, are :
If you, my Love, of love do take no care_
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8ONNET XXXI.

EARS, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadIy spend.
I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.
I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.
Thus fime's expense increaseth but my loss.
I musing stand, and wonder at my Love ;
That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.
And then I think, my fancy to remove:
But then more painful I my passions feel.
Thus must I love, sweet Fair, unfil I die;
And your unkindness doth my love increase :
I conquered ara, I cannot it deny.
My lire must end ; yet shall my love not cease.
Then heavens, make LIClA fair most kind to me;
Or with my lire, my love may finished bel

80NNET XXXII.

WROTE my sighs, and sent them to my Love.
I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise:
But plaints, nor praises, could fair LICIA move.
Above my reach, she did her virtues raise.
And thus replied, "False scrawl, untrue thou art !
To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found.
For hall those praises came hot from his heart ;
Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found.
" Thy master's lire, false scrawl, shall be thy doorn !
Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame!
Both your attempts deserve no better room."
Thus, at her word, we ashes both became.
Believe me, Fait, and let my paper livel
Or be hot fait, and so me freedom give.

SONNET XXXIII.

AI.I are my looks, forsaken of my lire :
Cinders, my bones ; consumd with thy flame.
Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife ;
And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.
I mourn alone, because alone I burn :
Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love !
Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn ;
As I distressd in myself do prove.
Respect, fait LIClA, what my torments are!
Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears !
Sec how my love doth still increase my tare!
And care's increase, my lire to nothing wears.
Senti but a sigh, my flame for to increase :
Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.

SONNET XXXIV.

HEN as I wish, fait LICIA, for a
From those sweet lips, where rose and lilies strive;
Straight do mine Eyes repine at such a bliss,
_And seek my Lips thereof for to deprive.
When as I seek to glut mine Eyes b¥ sight ;
My Lips repine, and call mine Eyes away.
Thus both contend to bave each other's right
And both conspire to work my full deeay.
O force admired, of Beauty in ber pride ;
I whose each part such strange effects there
That ail my forces in themselves divide,
And make my senses plainly disagree.
If all were mine, this envy would be gone :
Then grant me ai1, fait Sweet ; or grant me none

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8ONNET X X X V'.

EAR how my Sighs are echoed by the wind !
See how my Tears are pitied by the rain !
Feel what a Flame possessèd hath my mind !
Taste but the Grief which I possess in vain !
Then if my Sighs, the blustering wind surpass ;
And wat'ry Tears, the drops of tain exceed ;
And if no Flame like mine nor is, nor was ;
Nor Grief like that whereon my soul doth feed :
Relent, fait LIClA ! when my Sighs do blow :
Yield at my Tears ! that flintlike drops consume:
Accept the Flame ! that doth my incense show :
Allow the Grief! that is my heart's perfume :
Thus Sighs, and Tears, Flame, Grief, shall plead for me ;
8o shall I pray, and you a goddess be.

SONNET XXXVI.

SPEAK, fair LICIA, what my torments be ;
But then my speech too partial do I find :
For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:
Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled
mind.
Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,
Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie :
But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.
And so my silence worse than speech I try.
Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:
I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.
I n ail respects my case alike doth fare.
To him that wants ; and dates not ask relief.
Then you, fait LICIA, Sovereign of my heart,
Read to yourself my anguish and my smart !

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SONNET XXXVII.

VEET, I protest, and seal it with an oath,
I never saw that so my thoughts did please :
And yet content, displeased I see them wroth
To love so much, and cannot have their ease.
I told my thoughts, "My Sovereign made a pause:
Disposed to grant, but willing to delay."
They then repined, for that they knew no cause ;
.And swore they wished She flatly would say " Nay."
Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled ;
.And 'gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine :
So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed ;
And made fair LIClA say, She is hot mine.
But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent :
.nd, as you please, they swear they are content.

SONNET XXXVIII.

=AII¢ matchless Nymph, respect but what I crave !
My thoughts are true, and honour is my love.
] 1I famtmg dte, whom yet a smde mlght save.
liïmm-[l You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.
Those eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night ;
And cheeks, like rubies pale in lilies dyed ;
Those ebon [ivory] hands that darting have such might :
That in my soul, my love and life divide.
Accept the Passions of a man possesst !
Let love be loved, and grant me leave to live !
Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest;
And let your heaven, a sunlike smile but give !
Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun ;
That saved my life, when as my grief begun.

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SONNET XXXIX.

¥ grief began, fair Saint, when first I saw
Love, in those eyes, sit ruling with disdain ;
Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe:
And caused them serve, your favour to obtain.
I stood as one enchanted with a frown ;
Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes :
Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown ;
And thought them gracSd by your dumb replies.
But I, ambitious, could not be content
Till that my service, more than sighs made known ;
And for that end, my heart to you I sent,
To say and swear that, Fair! it is your own.
Then greater graces, LIClA, do impart !
Not dumb replies, unto a speaking heart.

SONNET XL.
A Sonnet ruade ulon the Two Twins, daugtters oft/te
Lady Mozzmvx ; bottt passing like, and exceedin[ly] fair.
OETS did feign that heavens a VENUS had ;
Matchless herself, and CUPID was her son.
Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad
By whom so many famous were undone.
Now CUPID mourns that he hath lost his might,
And that these Two so comely are to see ;
And VENUS frowns, because they have her right :
Yet both so like that both shall blameless be.
With heaven's Two Twins for godhead these may strive
And rule a World with least part of a frown :
Fairer than these Two Twins are hot alive ;
Both conquering Queens, and both deserve a Crown.
My thoughts presage, which rime to come shall try,
That thousands conquered, for their love shall die.

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SONNET XLI.

F, aged CIIARON, when my life shall end,
I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay,
Thy oars shall fail thy boat, and mast shall rend;
And through the deep shall be a dry footway.
For why ? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flame
That air and water both incensèd be:
The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came
(For from my heat hOt heaven itself is free !).
Then since to me my loss can be no gain ;
Avoid thy harm, and fly what I foretell !
Make thou my Love with me for to be slain ;
That I with her, and both with thee, may dwell.
Thy fact thus, CHARON, both of us shall bless :
Thou save thy boat, and I my Love possess.

SONNET XLII.

OR if alone thou think to waft my I.ove,
Her cold is such as can the sea command ;
And frozen ice shall let [kinder] thy boat to move.
Nor can thy forces row it from the land.
But if thou, friendly, both at once shall take ;
Thyself mayest test ! For why ? My sighs will blow.
Out cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall make
As that thy boat, without thy help, shall row.
Then will I sit and glut me on those eyes
Wherewith my lire, my eyes could never fill.
Thus from thy boat that comfort shall arise,
The want whereof my lire and hope did kill.
Together placed, so thou ber scorn shalt cross :
Where if we part, thy boat must surfer loss.

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8ONNET XLIII.

RE those two stars, her eyes,, my life's light, gone ?
I By which my sou1 was freeed from ail dark :
I And ara I left distressed to live alone,
I Where none my tears and mournful tale shall
mark ?
Ah, Sun ! why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold ;
When, horseman brave, thou risest in the Êast ?
Ah, CYNTHIA pale, to whom my griefs I told !
Why do you both rejoice both man and beast ?
And I alone, alone that dark possess
By LICIA's absence, brighter than the 8un :
Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,
And broke the clouds when tears like rain begun.
Heavens grant that light, and so me waking keep:
Or shut my eyes, and rock me fast asleep !

8ONNET XLIV.

RUEL fair Love! I justly do complain
Of too much rigour, and thy heart unkind ;
That, for mine eyes, thou hast my body slain î
And would not grant that I should favour fino.
I looked, fait Love! and you my Love looked fair.
I sighed for love, and you for sport did smile.
Your smiles were such as did perfume the air;
And this perfumèd, did my heart beguile.
Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes,
Begun with sighs, and endbd with a flame.
I, for your love, did ail the world despise ;
And in these Poems honoured have your naine.
Then let your love so with my fault dispense,
That ail my parts feel not mine eyes' offence.

SONNET XLV.

HERE shone a Cornet, and it was full West.
My thought presagèd what it did portend :
I found it threatened, to my heart unrest ;
And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.
I further sought, and found it was a Sun ;
Which day, nor night, did never use to set.
It constant stood, when heavens did restless run ;
And did their virtues and their forces let.
The World did muse, and wonder wb, at it meant :
A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.
To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.
_At length I round it was my LICIA's eyes.
Now, never after, soul shall live in dark,
That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.

SONNET XLVI.

F he be dead in whom no heart remains,
Or lifeless be in whom no lire is found ;
I f he do pine, that never comfort gains ;
And be distressed that hath his deadly wound :
Then must I die, whose heart elsewhere is clad;
And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed :
Then must I pine, that never comfort had ;
And be distressed, whose wound with tears doth bleed
Which if I do, why do I not wax cold ?
Why rest I not like one that wants a heart ?
Why more I still like him that lire doth hold ;
And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart ?
Like NIOBE Queen, which, ruade a stone, did weep :
LICIA my heart, dead and alive, doth keep.

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SONNET XLVII.

'IKE MEMNON'S rock, touched with the rising sun,
Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice :
But when it's drowned in western seas is dumb ;
And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise.
So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine,
A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud ;
Not rude, like that which finer wits decline ;
But such as Muses, to the best allowed.
But when your figure and your shape is gone ;
I speechless am, like as I was belote :
Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan ;
And blurred with tears, by falling in such store.
Then muse hot, LICIA, il" my Muse be slack:
For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack.

SONNET XLVIIL

SAW, sweet LICIA, when the Spider ran
Within your house, to weave a worthless web :
You present were, and feared her with your fan :
So that, amazèd, speedily she fled.
She, in your house, such sweet perfumes did smell ;
And heard the Muses with their notes refined :
Thus, filled with envy, could no longer dwell ;
But straight returned, and at your house repined.
« Then tell me, Spider, why of late I saw
hee lose thy poison) and thy bowels gone ?
Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe,
And ruade thy forces to be small or none ?
No, no ! Thou didst, by chance, my LlClA see ;
Who, for ber look, ]V[INERVA seemed to be."

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SONNET XLIX.

F that I die, fair LICIA, with disdain ;
Or heartless live, surpris.d with thy wrong :
The heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,
And curse the time so cruel and so long.
If you be kind, my Queen, as ),ou are fair;
And aid m¥ thoughts that still for conquest strive :
Then will I sing, and never more despair,
And praise ¥our kindness whilst I ara alive.
Till then I pa¥ the tribute of my tears,
To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.
Respect, fair Love, how these with sorrow wear
The truest heart ; unless it find some ruth.
Then grace me, Sweet, and with thy favour raise me;
So shall I live, and all the World shall praise thee.

SONNET L

' LICIA sigh ! and say, Thou art my own.
Nay, Be my own! as you full oft have said.
So shall your truth unto the World be known :
And I, resolved ; where now I am afraioE
And if my tongue eternize can your praise,
Or silly speech increase your worthy faine ;
If aught I can, to heaven your worth can raise,
The Age to come shall wonder at the same.
In this respect, your love, sweet Love, I told ;
My faith and truth I vowed should be for ever.
You were the cause, if that I were too bold ;
Then pardon this my fault, or love me never
But if you frown, I wish that none believe me:
For, slain with sighs, l'll die before l'Il grieve thee

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SONNET LI.

HEN first the Sun, whom all my senses serve,
Began tu shine upon this earthly round ;
The heavens for her, all graces did reserve ;
That, PANDOR'-Iike, with ail she might abound.
APOLLO placed his brightness in her eyes,
His skill presaging, and his music sweet.
MARS gave his force. AI1 force she now defies.
VENUS, her smiles ; wherewith she MARS did meet.
Python, a voice. DIANA ruade her chaste.
CERES gave plenty. Cur'ID lent his bow;
THETIS, her feet. There 19ALLAS wisdom placed.
With these, she, Queen-like, kept a World in awe.
Y'et all these honours deemèd are but pelf:
For she is much more worthy, of herself.

SONNET LII.

SUGARED talk ! wherewith my thoughts du live.
O brows ! Love's trophy, and my senses' shrine
O charming smiles! that death or life can give.
O heavenly ldsses ! from a mouth divine.
O wreaths! too strong, and trammels ruade of hair!
O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.
O rose and lilies ! in a field most fair,
Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.
O voice ! whose accents lire within my heart.
O heavenly hand ! that more than ATLAS holds.
O sighs perfumed ! that can release my smart.
O happy theyl whom in her arms she folds.
Now if you ask, Where dwelleth ail this bliss ?
Seek out my Love ! and she will tell you this.

An. Ode.

OvE, I repent me that I thought
My sighs and languish dearly bought :
For sighs and languish both did prove
That he that languished sighed for lov
Cruel rigour, foe to State,
Looks disdainful, fraught with hate,
I did blame : but had no cause
(Love hath eyes, but hath no laws).
She was sad, and could not choose
To see me sigh, and sit and muse.
We both did love, and both did doubt [fear]
Lest any should our love find out.
Our hearts did speak by sighs most hidden ;
This means was left: ail else forbidden,
I did frown, her love to try
She did sigh, and straight did cry.
Both of us did signs believe
Yet either grievèd friend to grieve_
I did look, and then did smile :
She left sighing ail that while.
Both were glad to see that change ;
Things in love that are not strange.
Suspicion, foolish foe to Reason,
Caused me seek to find some treason
I did court another Dame.
(False in love, it is a shame !)

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She was sorry this to view,
Thinking faith was proved untrue.
Then she swore, She would hot love
One, whom false She once did prove.
I did vow I never meant
From promise ruade, for to relent.
The more I said, the worse she thought :
My oaths and vows were deemed as nought.
" False [" She said, "how can it be,
To court another ; yet love me ?
Crowns and Love no partners brook :
If she be liked, I am forsook !
Farewell, False ! and love her still !
Your chance was good, but mine was iii.
lqo harm to you : but this I crave,
That your new Love may you deceive 1
And jest with you, as you have done :
For light's the love that's quickly won."
" Kind and fair Sweet, once believe rne l
Jest I did ; but hot to grieve thee.
Court I did, but did hOt love.
Words, and sighs, and what I spent
In show to her ; to you were meant.
Fond [faalish] I was, your love to cross
(Jesting love oft brings this loss).
Forget this fault ! and love your friend,
Which vows his truth unto the end t"
" Content," She said, "if this you keep."
Thus both did kiss, and both did weep.
For women long they cannot chide :
As I, by proof, in this bave tried.

Briefly translated out of LUCIAbh

HE Sea Nymphs late did play them on the
shore,
And smiled to see such sport was new
begun :
A strife in love, the like hOt heard belote ;
Two Nymphs contend, Which had the
conquest won ?
I)ORIS the fair, with GALATE did chide.
8he liked her choice, and to her taunts replied.
]ï)ORIS.
Thy Love, fair Nymph ! that courts thee on this plain,
As shepherds say, and all the World can teIl,
Is that foul rude Sicilian CYCLOl-swain.
A shame, sweet Nymph, that he with thee should mell [mix]!
GALATEA.
Smile hOt, fair DORIS ! though he foui do seem.
Let pass thy words that savour of disgrace !
He's worth my love, and so I him esteem.
Renowned by birth, and cornes of NEPTUNE'S race.
IEPTUNE, that doth the glassy ocean tame ;
NEPTUNE, by birth from mighty JOVE which came.

tU Luc|an
'tetcher, LL.D.

I grant an honour tobe NEPTUNE's child ;
A grace tobe so ncar wlth JovE allicd :
But yct, swcct lqymph I with thls bc hot bcguilcd .
Whcrc lqaturc's graccs arc by looks dcscricd.
So foul, so rough, so ugly-like a Clown ;
And worse than this, a Monster with one eyc.
Foui is not gracd, though it wear a Crown |
But fait is Beauty. None can that deny.

GALATEA.

Nor is he foui, or shapeless, as you say
Or worsc : for that he clownish scems to be.
Rough, Saytr-like, the better he will play :
And manly looks the titrer are for me.
His frowning smiles are gracèd by his beard :
His eye-light, sun-like, shrouded is in one.
This me contents ; and others makes afeard.
He sees enough, and therefore wanteth none.

Whh oue

DORIS.

Nay, thon I see, swect Nymph : thou art in love
And loving, doat'st ; and doating, dost commend
Foul tobe Fait. This oft do Loyers prove.
I wish him fairer, or thy love an end I

GALATEA.

DORIS, I love not: yet I hardly bear
Disgraceful terres, which you have spoke in scorn.
You are hot loved : and that's the cause I fear.
For why, my Love of JovE himself was born.

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Feeding his sheep of late, amidst this plain.
When as we Nymphs did sport us on the shore :
He scomed you all, my love for to obtain.
That grieved your hearts. I knew as much before.
Nay, smile not Nymphs ! The truth I only telL
For few can brook that others should excel.

DORIS.

Should I envy that Blind did you that spite;
Or that your shape doth please so foui a Groom ?
The Shepherd thought of milk. ¥ou looked so white
The Clown did err, and foolish was his doom.
¥our look was pale, and so his stomach fed :
But far from fair, where white doth want his red.

GALATEA.

Though pale my look ; yet he my love did crave
And lovely You, unliked, unloved, I view.
It's better far, one base, than none, to have.
Your fair is foui, to whom there's none will suc.
My Love doth tune his love unto his harp :
His shape is rude ; but yet his wit is sharp.

DORIS.

Leave off, sweet Nymph !
He itched with love ; and then did sing, or say.
The noise was such as ail the Nymphs did frown,
And well suspected that some ass did bray.
The woods did chide, to hear this ugly sound :
The prating ECHO scorned for to repeat_
This grisly voice did fear the hollow ground,
Whilst Art-less fingers did his harp-strings beat.
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DoRIs AND GALATEA.

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Two bear whelps in his arms this Monster bore ".
With these new puppies did this Wanton play!
Their skins were rough ; but yet your loves were more.
He fouler was and far more tierce than they.
I cannot choose, sweet Nymph! to think, but stalle,
That some of us thou fearest, will thee beguile.

GALATEA.
Scorn not my Love! until it can be known
That you have one that's better, of your own.

)ORIS.
I bave no Love : nor, I had, wou]d boast :
Yet wooed bave becn by such as well mght speed.
But him to love, the Shame of ail the coast !
So ugly foul, as yet, I bave no need.
low thus we learn what foofish love can do ?
To thnk h{m l'air, that's foul and ugly too.

To hear this talk I sat behind an oak ;
And marked their words and penned them as they spoke

.4d Lectorem, disticbon
cujusdam de lutore.

Lascivi quwres fuerit cur carminis Auto :
Carmine lasdvus, mente pudicus erat.

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their first words : Z'r«, Z'r«, N«.--S««Z, S«Z» i««Z, &c.]

TRUE are my thoughts: my thoughts that are untrue.
]31ind are my eyes : my eyes that are hOt blind.
New is my love: my love that is hOt new.
Kind is that Fait: that Fait that is hOt kind.
Thus eyes and thoughts, that fairest Fait, my love ;
Blind and untrue, unkind, unconstant prove.

True are my thoughts: because they never flit.
Untrue my thoughts : because they me betrayed.
Blind are my eyes: because in clouds I sit.
Not blind my eyes: because I looks obeyed.
Thus eyes and thoughts, my dearest Fait, may view
In sight, in love, nor blind, nor yet untrue.

New is my love : because it never dies.
Old is my love: because it ever lires.
Kind is that Fait: because it hate denies.
Unkind that Fait: because no hope it gives.
Thus new my love, and still that Fait unkind,
Renews rny love ; and I no favour find.

Sweet are my dreams: my dreams that are hOt sweet.
Long are the nights : the nights that are hot long.
Meet are the pangs : these pangs that are unmeet.
Wronged is my heart : my heart that hath no wrong.
Thus dreams and night, my heart, my pangs, and ail,
In taste, in length, conspire to work m" fall.

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Sweet are my dreams :
Unsweet my dreams :
Long are the nights :
Meet are the nights :
Thus dreams and nights,
Are sweet, unsweet ; are

because my Love they show.
because but dreams they are.
because no help I know.
because they end my care.
wherein my Love takes sport,
long, and yet too short.

Meet are my pangs: because I was too bold.
Unmeet my pangs: because I loved so well.
Wronged was my heart : because my grief it told.
Not wronged. For why ? My grief it could not tell.
Thus you, my Love, unkindly cause this smart ;
That will not love to ease my pangs and heart.

Proud is her look : her look that is not proud.
Done all my days: my days that are not done.
Loud are my sighs: my sighs that are not loud.
Begun my death : my death not yet begun.
Thus looks and days, and sighs and death, might move
So kind, so fait, to give consent to love.

Proud is ber look: because she scorns to see.
Not proud her look: for none dare say so much.
Done are my days: because they hapless be.
Not done my days: because I wish them such.
Thus looks and days increase this loving strife ;
Not proud, not done, nor dead, nor giving life.

Loud are my sighs : because they pierce the sl.
Not loud my sighs: because they are not heard.
My death begun: because I heartless cry.
But hot begun: because I am debarred.
Thus sighs and death my heart no comfort give:
Both life deny, and both do make me live.

G ¢letcher» LL.D.' A

Bold are ber smiles:
Wise are her words;
Cold are her lips:
Ice are those hands:

LOVER'S ]V A Z E.

her smiles that are not bold.
those words that are not wise.
those lips that are not cold.
those hands that are not ice.

Thus smiles and words, her lips, her hands, and She
Bold, wise, cold, ice, love's cruel torments, be.

Bold are her smiles: because they anger slay.
Not bold her smiles : because they blush so oft.
Wise are her words: because they wonders say.
blot wise her words : because they are hOt soft.
Thus smiles and words, so cruel and so bold,
So blushing wise, my thoughts in prison hold.

Cold are her lips: because they breathe no heat.
Not cold her lips: because my heart they burn.
Ice are her hands : because the snow's so great.
Notice her hands: that ail to ashes turn.
Thus lips and hands, cold ice, my sorrow bred ;
Hands, warm white snow; and lips, cold cherry red.

Small was her waist: the waist that was hOt small.
Gold was her hair: the hair that was not gold.
Tall was her shape : the shape that was hOt tall.
Folding the arms : the arms that did not fold.
Thus hair and shape, those folding arms and waist,
Did make me love; and loving ruade me waste.

Small was her °waist : because I could it span.
Not small ber waste: because she wasted ail.
Gold was her hair: because a crown it wan.
lXlot gold her hair: because it was more pale.
Thus smallest °waist, the greatest waste doth t"
make ; «dilion.l
And fine.st hair, most fa.st a lover take.

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Tall was her shape: because she touched the sky.
Not tall her shape : because she comely was.
Folding her arms: because she hearts could tie,
Not folded arms : because all bands they pass.
Thus shape, and arms, with love my heart did fly
That hers I am, and must be till I die.

Sad was her joy: her joy that was not sad.
Short was her stay: ber stay that was hOt short.
Glad was ber speech : her speech that was not glad.
Sporting those toys: those toys that were hOt sport.
Thus was my heart, xvith joy, speech, toys, and stay,
lossessed with love ; and so stolen quite away.

Sad was her joy: because she did suspect.
Not sad her joy: because her joy she had.
Short was ber stay: because to small effect.
Long was ber stay: because I was so sad.
Thus joy and stay both crossed a lover's sport ;
The one was sad, the other too too short.

Glad was her speech: because she spake her mind.
Not glad her speech : because afraid to speak.
Sporting her toys : because my love was kind.
Not toys in sport : because my heart they break.
Thus speech and toys my love began in jest:
Sweet, yield to love ! and make thy servant blest !

Tread you the Maze, sweet Love, that I have run:
Mark but thc steps, which I imprinted have.
End but your love, whereas my thoughts begun :
So shall I joy, and ¥ou a Servant have.
If hOt, sweet Love, then this my suit deny:
So shall 'ou live, and so your Servant die.

n Elegy.

OWN in a bed, and on a bed of down ;
LOVE, She, and I to sleep together lay.
She, like a wanton, kissed me with a frown,
"Sleep, sleep !" she said; but meant to steal away
I could not choose but kiss, but wake, but smile,-
To see how She thought us two to beguile.

She feigned a sleep. I waked her with a kiss.
A kiss to me she gave, to make me sleep.
" If I did wrong, sweet Love, my fault was this ;
In that I did hot you thus waking keep.
Then kiss me, Sweet ! that so I sleep may take ;
Or let me kiss, to keep you still awake !"

The night drew on, and needs she must be gor.e.
She wakd LOVE, and bid him learn to wait.
She sighed, She said, to leave me there alone :
And bid LOVE stay ; but practise no deceit.
LOVE wept for grief, and sighing ruade great moan:
And could not sleep, nor stay, if she were gone.

'° Then stay, sweet Love !" A kiss with that I gave.
She could not stay; but gave my kiss again.
A kiss was ail that I could get or crave :
And, with a kiss, She bound me to remain.
"A' LI¢IA !" still I in my dreams did cry,
« Corne, LICIA, corne ! or else my heart will die."

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ELEGY II.

I. ISTANCE of place, my Love and me did part;
Yet both did swear, We never would remove!
In sign thereof, I bade her take my heart ;
Vrhich did, and doth, and cannot choose but,
love.
Thus did we part, in hope to meet again ;
Where both did vow most constant to remain.

A she there was that passed betwixt us both ;
By whom each knew how other's cause did fare :
For men to trust men in their love are loath.
Thus had we both of love a Lover's care.
Haply te seeks his sorrows to renew,
TAat for iis love, dotit make anotr sue.

By her a kiss, a kiss to me She sent ;
A kiss for price more worth than purest gold.
She gave it her. To me the kiss was meant.
A she to kiss : what harm if she were bold ?
Happ), those lips, that had so sweet a kiss !
For heaven itself scarce yields so sweet a blis

This modest she, blushing for shame of this,
Or loath to part from that she liked so well,
Did pla), false pla), ; and gave me not the kiss:
Yet m), Love's kindness could not choose but tell.
Then blame me not, that kissing, sighed and swore,
"I kissed but ber, whom ),ou had kissed beforel"

"Sweet, love me more! and blame me not, sweet Love!
I kissed those lips : ),et, harmless, I do vow :
Scarce would my lips from off those lips remove;
For still, methought, sweet Fair, I kissèd you.
And thus kind love, the sun of ail m), bliss,
Was both begun, and ended, in a kiss.

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"Then send me more; but send them by your friend !
Kiss none but her[ nor her, nor none at ail.
Beware by whom such treasures you do send l
I must them lose, except I for them call.
And love me, Dear! and still still kissing bel
Both like and love but none, sweet Love[ but me[

ELEGY III.

l. [F sad Complaint would shew a Lover's pain ;
Or Tears express the torments of my heart :
If melting Sighs would ruth and pity gain ;
Or true Laments but ease a Lover's smart :

Then should my Plaints the thunder's noise surmount ;
And Tears, like seas, should flow from out my eyes.
Then Sighs, like air, should far exceed ail count ;
And true Laments with sorrow dira the skies.

But Plaints and Tears, Laments and Sighs I spend :
Yet greater torments do my heart destroy.
I could ail these from out my heart still send ;
If, after these, I might my Love enjoy.

But heavens conspire; and heavens I must obey :
That seeking love, I still must want my ease.
For greatestjoys are temlOered with delay :
Things soon obtained do least of all us 1Mease.

My thoughts repine, and think the time too long.
My love impatient wisheth fo obtain.
I blame the heavens, that do me ail this wrong :
To make me loved ; and will hot ease my pain.

ELEGIES.

G. Fletcher,

No pain like this, to love and not enjoy.
No grief like this, to mourn and not be heard.
No time so long as that which breeds annoy.
No hell like this, to love and be deferred.

But heaven shall stand, and earth inconstant fly ;
The sun shall freeze, and ice inconstant burn ;
The mountains flow, and all the earth be dry :
Ere time shall force my loving thoughts to turn.

"Do you resolve, sweet Love ! to do the same :
Say that you do, and seal it with a kiss!
Then shall our truths [trotks] the heavens' unkindness
blame ;
That cannot hurt, yet shew their spite in this.

"The silly Prentice, bound for many years,
Doth hope that time his service will release ;
The town besieged, that lives in midst of fears,
Doth hope in time the cruel wars will cease ;

IO.

"The toiling Ploughman sings in hope to reap ;
The tossbd bark expecteth for a shore ;
The boy at school to be at play doth leap,
And straight forgets the fear he had before :

" If those, by hope, do joy in their distress ;
And constant are, in hope to conquer time :
Then let not hope in us, sweet Friend ! be less ;
And cause our love to wither in the prime.

" Let us conspire, and time will have an end ;
So both of us in time shall have a friend."

FINIS.

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excellent Sonnets
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Ç)uatorzains of honourable
and learned personages.

DIVIDED INTO Viii. DECADES.

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BsCURED wonders, Gentlemen ! visited me in
TURNUS'S armour; and I, in regard of
AENEAS'S honour, have unclouded them unto
the world. You are that universe! ¥ou,
that AENEAS! If you find PALLAS'S girdle, murder
them! if hOt, environed with barbarism, save theml
and eternity will praise you.
Uale.

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Unto Her Majesty's sacred
honourable Maids.

TERNAL TIVIN8 ! that conquer Death and Time,
Peretual advocates in heaven and earth !
Fait, chaste, immaculate, and all d_fvine ;
Glorious alone, belote the first man s birth :
Your twofold CHAIITE8 ! celestial lights !
Bow your sun-rising eyes, lanets of joy,
Uon these Orhan Poems ! in whose rights
CONeEIT first claimed his birthright to ejoy.
If titiful, you shun the Song of Death ;
Or fear the stain of love's life-drotting blooà ;
0 knozo then, you are ure ; and urer faith
Shall still kee white the flower, the fruit, and bud.
LovI moveth all things. You that love, shall more
A Il things in him, and he in you shall love.

JïlCHARD MITH.

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THE FIRST DECADE.

SONNE T I.
ESOLVED to love, unworthy to obtain,
I do no favour crave; but, humble wise,
To thee my sighs in verse I sacrifice,
Only some pity, and no help to gain.
Hear then ! and as my heart shall aye
remain [eyes ;
A patient object to thy lightning
A patient ear bring thou to thund'ring cries !
Fear not the crack ! when I the blow sustain.
So as thine eye bred mine ambitious thought ;
So shall thine ear make proud my voice for joy.
Lo, Dear! what wonders great by thee are wrought,
When I but little favours do en]oy.
The voice is made the ear for to rejoice :
And your ear giveth pleasure to my voice.

SONNE T II.
'.LAM. hot my heart for flying up too high
Sith thou art cause that it this flight begun
For earthly vapours drawn up by the sun,
Comets begin, and night suns in the sky.
Mine humble heart, so with thy heavenly Eye
Drawn up aloft, all low desires doth shun :
Raise then me up ! as thou my heart hast done,
So during night, in heaven remain may I.
I say again, Blame not my high desire !
Sith of us both the cause thereof depends :
In thee doth shine, in me doth burn a tire;
Fire draws up other, and itself ascends.
Thine eye a tire, and so draws up my love;
My love a tire, and so ascends above.

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SONNET III.
L¥ LOW, dear love! thy sun dost thou not see ?
Take heed ! do hot so near his rays aspire [
Lest (for thy pride, inflamed with wreakful ire)
It bure thy wings, as it hath burnèd me.
Thou, haply, sayst, " Thy wings immortal
And so cannot consumèd be with tire:
The one is Hope, the other is Desire ;
And that the heavens bestowed them both on thee."
A Muse's words made thee with Hope to fly ;
An Angel's face Desire hath begot ;
Thyself engendered by a goddess' eye :
Yet for ail this, immortal thou art not !
Of heavenly eye though thou begotten art :
Yet art thou born but of a mortal heart !

SONNET IV.
FRIEUD of mine, pitying my hopeless love,
Hoping, by killing hope, my love to stay :
"Let not," quoth he, "thy hope, thy heart betray !
Impos.ible it i. her heart to move."
But sith re.olvèd love cannot remove,
A. long as thy divine perfections .tay :
Thy godhead then, he .ought to take away.
Dear! .eek revenge, and him a liar prove!
Gods only do impos.ibilities.
" Impossible," saith he, " thy grace to gain."
how then the power of thy divinitie.
By granting me thy favour to obtain !
So shall thy foe give to himself the lie;
A godde.. thou halt prove ; and happy I !

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SONNE T V.
HItE eye, the glass where I behold my heart.
Mine eye, the window through the which thine eye
May see my heart ; and there thyself espy
In bloody colours, how thou painted art !
Thine eye, the pyle is of a murdering dart :
Mine eye, the sight thou tak'st thy level by
To hit my heart, and never shoots awry.
Mine eye thus helps thine eye to work my smart.
Thine eye, a tire is both in heat and light ;
Mine eye, of tears a river doth becomeo
O that the water of mine eye had might
To quench the flames that from thine eye doth come!
Or that the rires kindled by thine eye,
The flowing streams of mine eyes could make dryl

SONNE T VI.
ltE Eye with ail the deadly sins is fraught.
r. First lroud, sith it presumed to look so high.
A watchman being made, stood gazing by ;
-. And idle, took no heed tiil I was caught.
3- And envious, bears envy that by thought,
Should in his absence, be to ber so nigh.
To kill my heart, mine eye let in her eye ;
4. And so consent gave to a murder wrought.
5" And cowtous, it never would remove
From her fair hair. Gold so doth please his sight!
6. Unchaste, a baud between my heart and love.
7. A glutton eye, with tears drunk every night.
These sins procurèd have a goddess' ire :
Wherefore my heart is darnned in love's sweet tire.
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SONNET Vil.

I'--'ALSELY doth Envy of your praises blame
heart
of
flattery :
.J Because I said, " There was no sun but thee I "
It called my tongue "the partial trump of Fame."
And saith my pen hath flatterèd thy naine,
Because my pen did to my tongue agree ;
And that my heart must needs a flatterer be,
Which taught both tongue and pen to say the saine.
No, no, I flatter not when thee I call
The sun, sith that the sun was never such :
But when the sun, thee I compared withal ;
Doubtless the sun I flatterèd too much.
Witness mine eyes, I say the truth in this!
They bave seen thee, and know that so it

SONNET VIII.

UcH Sorrow in itself my love doth more,
More my Despair to love a hopeless bliss;
My Folly most, to love whom sure to miss ;
0 help me, but this last grief to remove !
All pains, if you command, it joy shall prove ;
And wisdom to seek joy. Then say but this,
"Because my pleasure in thy torment is ;
I do command thee, without hope to love ! "
So when this thought my sorrow shall augment,
That my own folly did procure my pain,
Then shall I say, to give myself content,
" Obedience only ruade me love in vain.
It was your will, and hOt my want of wit ;
I bave the pain, bear you the blame of it ! "

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SONNET IX.
Y LAI)Y's presence makes the Roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The Lily's leaves, for envy, pale became ;
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The Marigold the leaves abroad doth spread ;
Because the sun's and her power is the saine.
The Violet of purple colour came,
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief. Ail flowers from her their virtue take ;
From her sweet breath, their sweet smells do proceed ;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground, and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

SONNE T X.
E.RALDS at arms do three perfections quote,
I'o wit, most fair, most rich, most glittering ;
So, when those three concur within one thing,
Needs must that thing, of honour, be a note.
Lately, I did behold a rich fait coat,
Which wishèd Fortune to mine eyes did bring.
A Lordly coat, yet worthy of a King,
In which one might ail these perfections note.
A field of lilies, roses " proper " bare;
Two stars "in chief" ; the " crest" was waves cf gold.
How glittering 'twas, might by the stars appea ;
The lilies ruade it fair for to behold.
And RIcn it was, as by the gold appeareth :
But happy he that in his arms it wearelh !

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THE SECOND DECADE.

SONNE T I.

F TRUC. love might true love's reward obtain,
Dumb wonder only might speak of my jo) ;
But too much worth bath ruade thee too much
And told me, long ago, I sighed in vain. [coy,
lot then vain hope of undeservèd gain
Hath ruade me paint in verses mine annoy ;
But for thy pleasure, that thou might'st enjoy
Thy beauty's praise, in glasses of my pain.
See then, thyself! (though me thou wilt not hear)
By looking on my verse. For pain in verse,
Love doth in pain, beauty in love appear.
So, if thou wouldst my verses' meaning see,
Expound them thus, xvhen I my love rehearse,
"lone loves like he ! " that is, "None fair like me!"

SONNET II.

T IAV be, Love my death doth not pretend,
Although he shoots at me : but thinks it fit
Thus to bewitch thee for thy benefit !
Causing thy will to my wish to condescend.
For witches, which some murder do intend,
Do make a picture, and do shoot at it ;
And in that part where they the picture hit,
The party's self doth languish to his end.
So LovE, too weak by force thy heart to taint,
Within my heart thy heavenly shape doth paint ;
Suffering therein his arrows to abide,
Only to th'end he might, by witches' art,
Within my heart, pierce through thy picture's side ;
And through thy picture's side, might wound my heart.

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SONNE T III.
H SvN, his journey ending in west,
th,e
Taketh his lodging up in THEVlS bed ;
Though from out eyes his beams be banished,
Yet with his light the Antipodes be blest.
Now when the sun-time brings my sun fo test,
(Which me too oft of test hath hinderèd)
And whiter skin with white sheet coverèd,
And softer cheek doth on soft pillow test,
Then I (0 sun of suns ! and light of lights !)
Wish me with those Antipodes to be,
Which see and feel thy beams and heat by nights.
Well, though the night both cold and darksome is,
Yet half the day's delight the night grants me.
I feel my sun's heat, though his light I miss.

SONNE T IV.
ADY! in beauty and in favour rare,
Of favour, not of due, I favour crave.
Nature to thee beauty and favour gave ;
Fait then thou art, and favour thou may'st spare !
Nor when on me bestowed your favours are,
Less favour in your face you shall hot have :
If favour then a wounded soul may save ;
Of murder's guilt, dear Lady, then beware ]
My loss of life a million fold were less,
Than the least loss should unto you befall :
Yet grant this gift ] which gift when I possess,
Both I have lire, and you no loss at ail.
For by your favour only I do lire;
And favour you may well both keep and give.

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SONNET V.
Y REASON absent, did mine Eyes require
To wateh and war, d, and sueh foes to descry
As they should ne er my heart approaehing spy :
But traitor Eyes, my heart's death did conspire
(Corrupted with HoPE's gifts) ; let in DESlRE
To burn my heart .- and sought no remedy,
Though store of water were in either Eye,
Whieh well employed, might well have quenehed the iïre.
REASON returned ; LOVE and FORTUNE made
Judges, to judge mine Eyes to punishment.
FORTUNE, sith they, by sight my heart betrayed ;
From wishèd sight, adjudged them banishment l
Love, sith by tire murdered my heart was round;
Adjudged them in tears for to be drowned [

SONNET VI,

ONDER it is, and pity is't, that she
In whom ail beauty's treasure we may find,
That may enrich the body and the mind;
Towards the poor, should use no charity.
My love has gone a begging unto thee!
And if that Beauty had not been more kind
That Pity, long ere this, he had been pined :
But Beauty is content his food to be.
O pity have ! when such poor orphans beg.
LOVE (naked boy !) hath nothing on his back ;
And though he wanteth neither arm nor leg,
Yet maimed he is, sith he his sight doth lack.
And yet (though blind) he beauty can behold,
And yet (though naked) he feels more heat than cold.

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SONNET Vil.
IT¥ refusing my poor Love to feed,
A beggar starved for want of help, he lies ;
And at your mouth (the door of Beauty) cries,
That thence some alms of sweet grants might
But as he waiteth for some almes deed, [proceed
A cherry tree before the door he spies.
"0 Dear [" quoth he, " two cherries may suflïce,
Two only may save lire, in this my need ] "
But beggars, Can they nought but cherries eat ?
Pardon my Love! He is a goddess' son,
And never feedeth but on dainty meat ;
Else need he not to pine, as he hath done.
For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree,
Can givc food to my Love, and life to me.

SONNE T VIII.
.HE fowler hides, as closely as he may,
The net, where caught the silly bird should be ;
Lest he the threatening poison should but see,
And so for fear be forced to fly away.
My Lady so, the while she doth assay
In curled knots fast to entangle me ;
Put on her veil, to th'end I should not flee
The golden net, wherein [ ara a prey.
Alas, most Sweet [ what need is of a net
To catch a bird, that is alr¢ady ta'en ?
Sith with your hand alone, you may it get ;
For it desires to fly into the saine.
What needs such art, my thoughts then to entrap ;
When, of themselves, they fly into your lap ?

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SONNE T IX.
WEET hand ! the sweet but cruel bow thou art !
From whence at me rive ivory arrows fly ;
So with rive wounds at once I wounded lie,
Bearing my breast the print of every dart.
Saint Fi^cIs had the like ; yet felt no smart,
Where I in living torments never die.
His wounds were in his hands and feet ; where I
Ail these rive helpless wounds feel in my heart.
Now, as Saint FRAICIS, if a Saint am I,
The bow that shot these shafts a relic is.
I mean the hand, which is the reason why
So many for devotion thee would kiss :
And some thy glove kiss, as a thing divine;
This arrows' quiver, and this relic's shrine.

SONNE T X.

AIR Sun ! if you would have me praise your light,
When night approacheth, wherefore do you fly ?
Time is so short, beauties so many be,
As I have need to see them day and night ;
That by continual view, my verses might
Tell all the beams of your divinity :
Which praise to you, and joy should be to me ;
You living by my veine, I by your sight !
I by your sight, and not you by my verse,
Need mortal skill immortal praise rehearse ?
No, no, though eyes were blind, and verse were dumb,
Your beauty should be seen, and your fame known.
For by the wind which from my sighs do corne,
Your prmses round about the world are blown.

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THE THIRD DECADE.

SONNE T I.
NcIvIL Sickness ! hast thou no regard !
But dost presume my Dearest to molest !
And without leave, dar'st enter in that breast,
Whereto sweet Love approach yet never dared ?
Spare thou her health ! which my life bath hot spared.
Too bitter such revenge of my unrest.
Although with wrongs, my thought she hath opprest ;
My wrongs seek not revenge, they crave reward.
Cease Sickness ! Cease in her then to remain !
And come, and welcome! Harbour thou in me !
Whom love long since hath taught to surfer pain.
So she which hath so off my pain increased
(O God, that I might so revengèd be),
By my poor pain, might have her pain released.

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jI-Iou PAIN ! the only guest of loathed CONSTRAINT,
ND HAVE I heard ber say, "O cruel pain !"
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SONNE T IX.
"IOE "ro mine eyes ! the organs of min iii ;
VIVI Hate to my heart! for not concealing joy;
.] A double curse upon my tongue be still !
Whose babbling lost vhat else I might enjoy.
When first mine eyes did with thy beauty toy,
They to my heart thy wondrous virtues told ;
Who, fearing lest thy beams should him destrey,
Whate'er he knew, did to my tongue unfold.
My tell-tale tongue, in talking over bold,
What they in private council did declare,
To thee ! in plain and public terms unrolled :
And so by that, ruade thee more coyer far.
What in thy praise he spoke, that didst thou tru.t !
And yet my sorrows, thou dost hold unjust !

SONNET X.

F AN Athenian young man have I read,

Who on blind FORTUNE's picture doated so;
That when he could not buy it to his bed,
On it he gazing, died for very woe.
My Fortune's picture art thou, flinty Dame!
That settest golden apples to my sight ;
But wilt, by no means, let me taste the same !
To drown in sight of land, is double spite.
Of Fortune, as thou learn'dst to be unkind ;
So learn to be unconstant to disdain !
The wittiest women are to sport inclined.
Honour is Pride, and Pride is nought but Pain.
Let others boast of choosing for the best ;
'Tis substances, not names must make us blest.

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THE FOURTH DECADE.

SONNE T I.
E-Ds tausr I leave, and yet needs must I loyer
In vain my wit doth tell in verse my woe :
Despair in me, disdain in thee, doth show
How by my wit I do my folly prove.
Ail this ; my heart from love can never more.
Love is no! in my heart. No, Lady I No,
My heart is love itself. Till I forego
My heart, I never can my love remove.
How can I then leave love ? I do intend
No! to crave grace, but yet to wish it still ;
No! to praise thee, but Beauty to commend :
And so, by Beauty's praise, praise thee I will!
For as my heart is Love, love no! in me :
So Beauty thou, beauty is no! in thee I

SONNET II.
WE-T SOW-RmU ! since so many minds remain
Obedient subjects at thy beauty's call !
So many hearts bound in thy hairs as thrall l
So many eyes die with one look's disdain !
Go, seek the honour that doth thee pertain !
That the Fifth Monarchy may thee befall.
Thou hast such means to conquer men withal,
As ail the world must yield, or else be slaia.
To fight, thou needst no weapons but thine eyes !
Thine hair bath gold enough to pay thymen 1
And for their food, thy beauty will suffice !
For men and armour, Lady, care have none !
For one will sooner yield unto thee then
When he shall meet thee naked ail alone.

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SONNET III.
'I'H,N 'OUR perfections to my thoughts appear,
[îVAV[ They say among themselves, " 0 happ,y, we,
[ Which ever shall so rare an object sec ! '
But happy heart, if thoughts less happy were !
For their delights have cost my heart full dear,
In whom of love a thousand causes be ;
And each cause breeds a thousand loves in me ;
And each love more than thousand hearts can bear.
How can my heart so many loves then hold ;
Which yet, by heaps, increase from day to day ?
But like a ship that's o'ercharged with gold,
Must either sink, or hurl the gold away.
But hurl not love ! Thou canst not, feeble heart !
In thine own blood, thou therefore drownèd art!

SONNET IV.
OOLS ,. they, that inveigh,'gainst M^nou.T ;
Who s but a moral of love s monarchy.
By a dull adamant, as straw by jet,
He in an iron chest was drawn on high.
In midst of Mecca's temple roof, some say,
He now hangs, without touch or stay at ail.
That M^Ho.T is She, to whom I pray ;
May ne'er man pray so ineffectual !
Mine eyes, love's strange exhaling adamants,
Un'wares, to my heart's temple's height have wrough'
The iron Idol that compassion wants ;
Who my off tears and travails sets at nought.
Iron hath been transformed to gold by art
Her face, limbs, flesh and all, gold ; save her heart.

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SONNET V.
E^D, o seek out death in my disgrace,
My Mistress 'gan to smooth her gathered brows ;
Whereby I am reprievèd for a space.
0 Hope and Fear ! vho half your torments knows ?
It is some mercy in a black-mouthed Judge
To haste his prisoner's end, if he must dieo
Dear [ if ail other favour you shall grudge,
Do speedy execution with your eye !
With one sole look, you leave in me no soul.
Count it a loss to lose a faithful slave !
Would God, that I might hear my last bell toll,
So in your bosom I might dig my grave.
Doubtful delay is worse than any fever.
Or help me soon ! or cast me off for ever !

SONNE T VI.

Ac DA¥, new proofs of new despair I find,
That is, new deaths. No matwel then, though
I ! Make exile my last help ; to th end mine eye
I
Should not behold the death to me assigned.
Not that from death, absence might save my mind ;
But that it might take death more patiently :
Like him, the which by Judge condemned to die,
To surfer with more ease, his eyes doth blind.
Your lips, in scarlet clad, my Judges be,
Pronouncing sentence of eternal " No ! "
DESPAIR, the hangman that tormenteth me :
Thedeath I suffer is the life I have.
For only life doth make me die in woe,
And onlv death I, for my pardon crave.

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SONNET Vil.
HR RICHRST relic Rome did ever view
Was C-SAR's tomb ; on which, with cunning hand,
Jov.'s triple honours, the three fair Graces, stand ;
Telling his virtues, in their virtues true.
This Rome admired : but, dearest Dear ! in you
Dwelleth the wonder of the happiest land
And all the world to NEPTUNE'S furthest strand.
For what Rome shap'd bath living life in you [
Thy naked beauty, bounteously displayed,
Enricheth monarchies of hearts with love [
Thine eyes fo hear complaints are open laid !
Thine eyes' kind Iooks requite all pains I prove !
That of my death, I date hOt thee accuse ;
But pride in me, that baser chance refuse.

SONNET VIII.
HY THUS unjustly," say, my crue] fate!
" Dost thou adjudge my luckless eyes and heart ;
The one to lire exiled from that sweet smart,
'here th'other pines, imprisoned without date ?"
My luckless eyes must never more debate
Of those bright beams, that eased my love apart :
And yet my heart, bound to them with love's dart.
Must there dwell ever, to bemoan my state.
0 had mine eyes been suffered there to rest l
Often they had my heart's unquiet eased :
Or had my heart with banishment beer. blest!
Mine eye with beauty never had been pleased.
But since these cross effects hath fortune wrought ;
Dwell, heart, with her ! Eyes, view her in my thought I

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SONNE T X.
0PE, like the hyena, coming to be old,
Alters his shape ; is turned into Despair.
Pity my hoary hopes ! Maid of Clear Mould !
Think not that frowns can ever make thee fait !
What harm is it to kiss, to laugh, to play ?
Beauty's no blossom, if it be not used.
Sweet dalliance keeps the wrinkles long away :
Repentance follows them that have refused.
To bring you to the knowledge of your good
I seek, I sue. 0 try, and then believe !
Each image can be chaste that's carved of wood.
You show you lire, when men you do relieve.
Iron with wearing shines. Rust wasteth treasure.
On earth, bot love there is no other pleasure.

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THE FIFTH DECADE.
SONNET I.
ME, poor wretch ! my prayer is turned to sin.
I say, "I loue!" My Mistress says, "'Tis lust!"
Thus most we lose, where most we seek to win.
Wit will make wicked what is ne'er so just.
And j, et I can supplant ber false surmise.
Lust is a tire that, for an hour or twain,
Giveth a scorching blaze, and then he dies :
Love, a continual furnace doth maintain.
A furnace ! Well, this a furnace may be called ;
For it burns inward, yields a smothering flame,
Sighs which, like boiled lead's smoking vapour, scald.
I sigh apace, at echo of Sighs' name.
Long have I served. No short blaze is my love.
Hid joys there are, that maids score till they prove.

SONNE T II.

H Do Noa" noxv complain of my disgrace,
O Cruel Fair One! Fair with cruel crost ."
Nor of the hour, season, rime, nor place ;
Nor of my foil, for any freedom lost ;
Nor of my courage, by misfortune daunted ;
Nor of my wit, by overweening struck ;
Nor of my sense, by any sound enchanted ;
Nor of the force of fiery pointed hook ;
Nor of the steel that stiçks within my wound ;
Nor of my thoughts, by worser thoughts defaced ;
Nor of the lire, I labour to confound :
But I complain, that being thus disgraced,
Fired, feared, frantic, fettered, shot through, slain ;
My death is such, as I may not complain.

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30NNE T
F" EVER Sorrow spoke from soul that loves,
As speaks a spirit in a man possest ;
In me, ber spirit speaks. My soul it moves,
Whose sigh-swoll'n words breed whirlwinds in m)
breast :
Or like the echo of a passing bell,
Which sounding on the water, seems to howl ;
So rings my heart a fearful heavy knell,
And keeps ail night in consort with the owl.
1VIy cheeks with a thin ice of tears are clad,
Mine eyes like morning stars are bleared and red :
What resteth then, but I be raging mad,
To see that She, my cares' chief conduit-head,
When ail streams else help quench my burning hea,
Shuts up her springs ; and will no grace impart.

SONNE T I V.
Ou SECRET vales! you solitary fields!
You shores forsaken ! and you sounding rocks !
If ever groaning heart hath marie you yield,
Or words hall spoke that sense in prison locks ;
Then, 'mongst night shadows, whisper out my death !
That when myself hath sealed my lips from speaking:
Each tell-tale echo xvith a weeping breath,
May both record my truth and true love's breaking.
You pretty flowers ! that smile for summer's sake,
Pull in your heads ! before my wat'ry eyes
Do turn the meadows to a standing lake,
By whose untimely floods, your glory dies !
For 1o, mine heart, resolved to moistening air,
Feedeth mine eyes, which double tear for tear.
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SONNET V.

Is SHADOW to NARClSSUS well presented ;
I How fair he was, by such attractive love !
] Su if thou would'st thyself thy beauty prove,
Vulgar breath-mirrors might have well contented,
And tu their prayers eternally consented,
Oaths, vows and sighs, if they belief might move:
But more thou forc'st, making my pen approve
Thy praise tu ail, least any had dissented.
When this bath wrought, thou which before wert known
But unto some, of all art now required ;
And thine eyes' wonders wronged ; becaut: not shown
The world, with daily orisons desired.
Thy chaste fair gifts, with learning's breath is blown.
And thus my pen hath ruade thy sweets admired.

SONNET VI.

AM NO model figure, or sign of CARE;
But his eternal heart's-consuming essence :
In whom grief's commentaries written are,
Drawing gross passion into pure quintessence.
Not thine eye's tire ; but tire of thine eye's disdain,
Fed by neglect of my continual grieving,
Attracts the true life's spirit of my pain ;
And gives it thee; which gives me no relievlng.
Within thine arms, sad elegies I sing.
Unto thine eyes, a true heart love-torn lay 1.
Thou smell'st from me, the savours sorrows bring.
My tears tu taste my truth, tu touch display I.
Lu thus, each sense, dear Fair One ! I importune :
But being CARE, thou flyest me as ILL FORTUNE !

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SONNET Vil.
'U'r being C^Rt, thou flyest me as ILL FORTUNE
CARat the consuming canker of the mind !
The discord that disorders sweet hearts' tune!
Th'abortive bastard of a coward mind 1
The lightfoot lackey that runs post by death,
Bearing the letters which contain our end 1
The busy advocate that sells his breath,
Denouncing worst to him, is most his friend !
0 Dear ! this care no interest holds in me :
But holy C^Rt, the Guardiant of thy fair,
Thine honour's Champion, and thy virtue's Fee ;
The zeal which thee from barbarous rimes shall bear.
This C^R am I. This care my life hath taken.
Dear to my soul I then, leave me hot forsaken !

SONNET VIII.
E,R to my soul ! then, leave me hot forsaken !
Fly not ! My heart within thy bosom sleepeth !
Even from myself and sense I have betaken
Me unto thee (for whom my spirit weepeth).
And on the shore of that sait teary sea,
Couched in a bed of unseen seeming pleasure,
Where, in imaginary thoughts, thy tair self layq
But being wak'd, robbed of my life's best treasure,
I call the heavens, air, earth, and seas to hear
My love ! my truth ! and black disdained estate
Beating the rocks with bellowings of despair ;
Which still with plaints, my words reverberat¢.
Sighing, " Alas, what shall become of me ? "
Whilst EHo cries, " What shall become of me ? "

SONNET IX.
HILST ECHO cries, "What shall become of me ?"
And desolate, my desolations pity :
Thou in thy beauty's carrack sitt'st, to see
My tragic downfall, and my funeral ditty.
No timbrel, but my heart thou play'st upon,
Whose strings are stretched unto the highest keyo
The diapason, love. Love is the unison ;
In love, my life and labours waste away.
Only regardless, to the world thou leav'st me,
Whilst slain HOPES, turning from the feast of sorrow,
Unto DESPAIR, their King, which ne'er deceives me,
Captives my heart, (whose black night hates the morrow)
And he, in truth of my distresscd cry,
Plants me a weeping star within mine eye.

SONNE T X.

ROMETHEU for stealing living tire

From heaven's king, was judged eternal death ;
In self-saine flame, with unrelenting ire,
Bound fast to Caucasus' low foot beneath.
So I, for stealing living beauty's tire
Into my verse, that it may always live ;
And change his forms to shapes-of my desire :
Thou beauty's Queen ! self sentence like dost give I
Bound to thy feet, in chains of love I lie ;
For to thine eyes, I never dare aspire :
And in thy beauty's brightness do I fry,
As poor PROMETHEUS in the scalding tire.
Which tears maintain, as oil the lamp revives ;
Only my succour in thy favour lies.

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THE SIXTH DECADE.

SONNET I.

NE su}; unto my life's day gives true light.
One moon dissolves my stormy night of woes.
One star my rate and happy fortune shows.
One saint I serve, one shrine with vows I dight.
One sun transfix'd, hath burnt my heart outright.
One moon opposed, my love in darkness throws.
One star hath bid my thoughts my wrongs disclose.
Saints scorn poor swains, shrines do my vows no right.
Yet if my love be round a holy tire,
Pure, unstained, vithout idolatry ;
And she, nathless, in hate of my desire,
Lives to repose her in my misery.
My sun ! my moon ! my star ! my saint ! my shrine !
Mine be the torment, but the guilt be thine !

SONNET II.
O LIrE in hell, and heaven to behold ;
To welcome lire, and die a living death ;
To sweat with heat, and yet be freezing cold ;
To grasp at stars, and lie the earth beneath ;
To tread a maze that never shall have end ;
To burn in sighs, and starve in daily tears ;
To climb a hill, and never to descend;
Giants to kill, and quake at childish fears ;
To pine for food, and watch th'Hesperian tree :
To thirst for drink, and nectar still to draw ;
To lire accurs'd, whom men hold blest to be ;
And weep those wrongs which never creature saw :
If this be love, if love in these be founded,
My heart is love, for these in it are grounded.

SONNET III.

] CARVER, having loved too long in vain,
Hewed out the portraiture of VENUS' son
In marble rock, upon the which did rain
Small drizzling drops, that from a fount did run :
Imagining the drops would either wear
His fury out, or quench his living flame ;
But when he saw it bootless did appear,
He swore the water did augment the saine.
So I, that seek in verse to carve thee out,
Hoping thy beauty will my flame allay,
Viewing my verse and poems all throughout,
Find my will rather to my love obey.
That, with the Carver, I my work do blame,
Finding it still th'augmenter of my flame.

SONNET IV.
:STRONOMERS the heavens do divide
Into eight Houses, where the god remains ;
All which in thy perfections do abide !
For in thy feet, the Queen of Silence reigns ;
About thy waist, Jov.'s Messenger doth dwell,
Inchanting me, as I thereat admire;
And on thy dugs, the Queen of Love doth tell,
Her godhead's power in scrolls of my desire ;
Thy beauty is the world's eternal Sun ;
Thy favours force a coward's heart to dare,
And in thy hairs, Jovl and his riches won ;
Thy frowns hold SATURN ; thine eyes the Fixèd Stars.
Pardon me then, Divine ! to love thee well ;
Since thou art heaven : and I, in heaven would dwell.

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SONNE T V.
EAR' of love, my TrOUGrTS of Love complained,
Till RE^sot told them, there was no such power ;
And bade me view fair beauty's richest flower,
To see if there a naked boy remained.
Dear ! to thine eyes, eyes that my soul bath pained,
THout'rs turned them back, in that unhappy hour,
To see if Love kept there his royal bower :
For if hot there, then no place him contained.
There was he hot, nor boy, nor golden bow;
Yet as thou turned thy chaste fair eye aside,
A flame of tire did from thine eyelids go,
Which burnt my heart, through my sore wounded side :
Then with a sigh, REAsolq made THOUGttTS to cry,
" There is no god of love, save that thine eye 1 "

SONNE T VI.

ORGI'¢I me, Dear ! for thundering on thy naine ;
[ Sure 'ris thyself that shows my love distrest.
[ For tire exhaled, in freezing clouds possest,
Warring for way, makes ail the heavens exclaim.
Thy beauty so, the brightest living flame,
Wrapt in my cloudy heart, by winter prest,
Scorning to dwell within so base a nest,
Thunders in me thy everlasting flame.
0 that my heart might still contain that tire !
Or that the tire would always light my heart !
Then should'st thou hot disdain my true desire,
Or think I wronged thee, to reveal to my smart :
For as the tire through freezing clouds doth break ;
So, hot myself, but thou in me would'st speak.

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SONNE T Vil.
Y HE^RT, mine Eye aceuseth of his death.
Saying, " His wanton sight bred his unrest : "
Mine Eye affirms, " My Heart's uneonstant faith
Hath been his bane, and all his joys represt."
My Heart avows, " Mine Eye let in the tire,
Which burns him with an everliving light."
Mine Eye replies, " My greedy Heart's desire
Let in those floods, which drown him day and night."
"lhus wars my Heart, which Reason doth maintain,
And calls my Eye to combat if he dare.
The whilst, my Soul, impatient of disdain,
XVrings from his bondage unto death more near ;
Save that my love, still holdeth him in hand,
"A kingdom thus divided, cannot stand ! "

SONNET VIII.
[IqHAPPY day ! unhappy month and season !
When first proud love, my joys away adjourning,
Poured into mine eye (to her eye turning)
A deadly juice, unto my green thoughts geason.
Prisoner I am unto the eye I gaze on :
Eternally my love's flame is in burning :
A mortal shaft still wounds me in my mourning :
Thus prisoned, burnt, and slain; the spirit, soul, andreason ;
What rides me then, since these pains which annoy me,
In mv despair, are evermore increasing ?
The more I love, less is my pain's releasing ;
That cursèd be the fortune which destroys me,
The hour, the month, the season, and the cause ;
When love first made me thrall to lovers' laws.

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SONNE T IX.
OvE bave I followed all too long, nought gaining;
And sighed I bave in vain fo sweet what smarteth,
But from his bow a fiery arrow pareth ;
Thinking that I shou|d him resist, hOt plaining.
But cowardly my heart submiss remaining,
Yields to receive what shaft thy fair eye darteth !
Well do I see, thine eye my baie imparteth ;
And that save death, no hope I am detaining.
For what is he tan alter fortune's sliding ?
One in his bed consumes his lire away,
Other in wars, another in the sea :
The like effects in me have their abiding;
For heavens avowed my fortune should be such,
That I should die by loving far too much.

SONNET X.
Y GOD, my God, how much I love my goddess !
Whose virtues rare, unto the heavens arise.
My God, my God, how much I love her eyes]
One shining bright, the other full of hardness.
My God, my God, how much I love her wisdom !
Whose works may ravish heaven's richest " maker."
Of whose eyes' joys, if I might be partaker ;
Then to my soul, a holy test would corne.
My God, how much I love to hear her speak !
Whose hands I kiss, and ravished oft rekisseth ;
When she stands wotless, whom so much she blesseth.
Say then, What mind this honest love would break ;
Since her perfections pure, withouten b]ot.
Makes her beloved of them, she knoweth hot ?

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THE SEVENTH DECADE.
SONNE T I.
HE FzRs" Created held a joyous bower,
A flowering field, the world's sole wonderment,
Hight Paradise ; from whenee a woman's power
Entieed him fall to endless banishment.
This on the banks of Euphrates did stand,
Till the first Mover, by His wondrous might,
Planted it in thine eyes ! thy face ! thy hands t
From whenee the world receives his fairest light.
Thy cheeks eontains ehoice flowers ; thy eyes, two suns ;
Thy hands, the fruit that no lire blood can stain ;
And in thy breath, that heavenly music wons;
Whieh, when thou speak'st, angels their voiees strain.
As from the first, thy Sex exilèd me !
So to this next, let me be called by theel

SONNE T II.
AIR OR^CE of Oraces ! Muse of Muses all !
Thou Paradise ! thou only heaven I know !
What influence hath bred my hateful woe,
That I from thee and them, am forced to fall ?
Thou fallen from me, from thee I never shall,
Although my fortunes thou hast brought so low ;
Yet shall my faith and service with thee go l
For lire I do, on heaven and thee to call.
Banish'd ail grace, no Graces with me dwell ;
Compelled to muse, my Muses from me fly ;
Excluded heaven, what can remain but hell ?
Exiled from Paradise, in hate I lie,
Cursing my stars : albeit I find it true,
I lost ail these, when I lost love and you.

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SONNIST III.
H,'r viewed I, Dear! when I, thine eyes beheld ?
Love in his glory ? No, him Tn,RsIs saw,
And stood the boy ! whilst he, his darts did draw ;
Whose painted pride to baser swains he telled.
Saw I two suns ? That sight is seen but seld.
Yet tan their brood that teach the holy law
Gaze on their beams, and dread them not a straw ;
Where princely looks are by their eyes repelled.
What saw I then ? Doubtless it was, AM-N !
Armed with strong thunder and a lightning's flame ;
Who, bridegroom like, with power was riding then,
Meaning that none should see him when he came.
Yet did I gaze ; and thereby caught the wound
Which burns my heart, and keeps my body sound.

SONNET IV.
HN tedious much, and over weary long,
Cruel disdain, reflecting from her brow,
Hath been the cause that I endured such "wrong ;
And rest thus discontent and weary now.
Yet when posterity, in rime to corne,
Shall find th'uncancelled tenour of her vow ;
And her disdain be then confest of some,
How much unkind and long» I find it now.
0 yet even then (though then, will be too late
To comfort me ; dead, many a day, ere then),
They shall confess--I did not force her heart :
And time shall make it known to other men--
That ne'er had her disdain made me despair,
Had she hot been so excellently fair.

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SONNE T V.
ï]- AD Sn. hot been so excellently fait,
Z My Muse had never mourned in lines of woe :
But I did too too inestimable weigh her,
And that's the cause I now lament me so.
Yet hot for her contempt do I complain me
(Complaints may ease the mind, but that is ail);
Therefore though she too constantly disdain me,
I can but sigh and grieve, and so I shall.
Yet grieve I hot, because I must grieve ever;
And yet, alas, waste tears away in vain.
I am resolved truly to persèver,
Though she persisteth in her old disdain.
But that which grieves me most, is that I see
Those which most fair, the most unkindest be.

SONNE T VI.
Hus LONG imposed to everlasting plaining
(Divinely constant to the worthiest Fair),
And moved by eternally disdaining,
Aye to persèver in unkind despair :
Because now, Silence, wearily confined
In tedious dying, and a dumb restraint,
Breaks forth in tears from mine unable mind
To ease her passion by a poor complaint :
0 do hot therefore to thyself suggest !
Tlat I can grieve, to have immured so long
Upon the matter of mine own unrest :
Such grief is not the tenour of my song,
That 'bide so zealously so bad a vrong.
My grief is this. Unless I speak and plain me,
Thou will persèver ever to disdain me.

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SONNET Vil.
Hou wilt persèver ever to disdain me ;
And I shall then die; when thou will repent it:
0 do not therefore from complaint restrain me ]
And take my lire from me, to me that lent it.
For whilst these accents, weepingly exprest
In humble lines, of reverentest zeal,
Have issue to complaint ri'oto mine unrest ;
They but thy beauty's wonder shall reveal.
And though the grieved Muse of some other loyer,
(Whose less devotions knew but woes like mine)
Would rather seek occasion to discover
How little pitiful, and how much unk[nd;
They other (hOt so worthy) beauties fin&
O, I not so ; but seek, with humble prayer,
Means how to move th'unmercifullcst 'air.

SONNET VIII.
S i)R^ws the golden Meteor of the day
Exhaled marrer, from the ground to heaven ;
And by his secret nature, there to stay
The thing fast held, and yet of hold bereaven ;
So by th'attractive excellence and might,
Born to the power ofthy transparent eyes,
Drawn from myself, ravished with thy delight,
Whose dumb conceits divinely 8irenise,
I,o, in suspense of fear and hope upholden,
Diversely poised with passions that pain me:
No resolution dares my thoughts embolden,
Since 'ris not I, but thou that dost sustain me.
0 if there's none but thou can work my woe ;
Wilt thou be still unkind, and kill me so?

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SONNE T IX.
ILT %holl be stll unkind, and kill me so ?
Whose humbled vows, with sorrowful appeal,
Do still persist ; and did, so long ago,
Intreat for pity, with so pure a zeal ?
Suffice the world shall, for the world can say
How much thy power hath power, and what it can
Never was victor-hand yet moved to slay
The rendered captive, or the yielding man.
Then, O, why should thy woman-thought impose
Death and disdain on him, that yields his breath;
To free his soul from discontent and woes,
And humble sacrifice to a certain death ?
0 since the world knows, what the power can do:
What were't for thee, to Bave and love me too ?

SONNET X.

. MEET not mine, by others' discontent.
For none compares with me in true devotion ;
Yet though my tears and sighs to herbe spent,
Her cruel heart disdains what they do motion.
Yet though persisting in eternal hate,
To aggravate the cause of my complaining»
Her fury ne'er confineth with a date :
I will not cease to love, for her disdaining.
Such puny thoughts of unresolvèd ground,
Whose inaudacity dares but base conceit,
In me and my love never shall be round :
Those coward thoughts, unworthy minds await.
But those that love well, have not yet begun ;
Persèver ever, and have never done!

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SONNE T I.
ERsRVER ever, and have never done!
You weeping accent of my weary song !
0 do hOt you eternal passions shun ;
But be you true, and everlasting long!
Say that she doth requite you with disdain ;
Yet fortified with hope, endure your fortune !
Though cruel now, she will be kind again ;
Such haps as those, such love's as yours importune !
Though she protests the faithfullest severity
Inexecrable beauty is inflicting;
Kindness, in rime, will pity your sincerity !
Though now it be your fortune's interdicting.
For some can say, whose loves have known like passion,
"Women are kind by kind, and coy for fashion."

SONNE T II.
Ivp. period to my matter of complaining,
Fair Wonder of our time's admiring eye !
And entertain no more thy long disdaining,
Or give me leave, at last, that I may die !
For who can live, perpetually secluded
From death to lire, that loathes her discontent ?
Less by some hope seducingly deluded,
Such thoughts aspire fo fortunate event ;
But I, that now have drawn mal-pleasant breath
Under the burden of thy cruel hate ;
O, I must long, and linger after death ;
And yet I dare not give my lire her date :
For if I die, and thou repent t'have slain me ;
'Twill grieve me more, than if thou didst disdain me.

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SONNET III.
, \VILL grieve me more than if thou d[dst disdain me,
I [I "rhat, shou,« oie; and tou, bec,use, Oie o.-
[[I And yet to die, it should not know to pain me,
If cruel Beauty were content to bid so.
Death, to my lire ; lire, fo my long despair
Prolonged by her; given to my love and days :
Are means to tell how truly she is fair»
And I can die fo testify her praise.
Yet not to die, though Fai,'ness me despiseth,
Is cause why in complaint I thus persver ;
Though Death me and my love imparadiseth,
By interdicting me from her for ever.
I do not grieve that I ara forced to die,
But die» to think upon the reason» " \¥hy ? "

SONNET IV.
ï TEARS are true: though Others be divine,
kkv, 8/And ing of wr, n« Troy' new rising ,me
' [ Meeting heroic feet in every line,
That tread high measures in the Scene of Faine,
And I (though disaccustoming my Muse,
And sing but low songs, in an humble rein)
May one day raise my style, as others use ;
And turn Elizon to a higher strain.
"When reintombing from oblivious ages,
In better stanzas her surviving wonder :
I may opposed against the monster-rages
That part desert and excellence asunder :
That she, though coy, may yet survive to see,
Her beauty's wonder lives again in me.

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SONNET V.
OMETIMES in verse I praised, sometimes in verse ]
sigh't.
No more shall pen with love and beauty mell ;
But to my heart alone, my heart shall tell
How unseen flames do burn it day and night.
Lest flames give light, light bring my love to sight,
And my love prove my folly fo excel.
Wherefore my love burns like the tire of hell ;
Wherein is fire, and yet there is no light.
For if one never Ioved like me ; then why
Skill-less blames he the thing he doth not know ?
And he that so hath loved, should favour show ;
For he hath been a fool as well as I.
Thus shall henceforth more pain, more folly hav :
And folly past, may justly pardon crav¢,

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AIR by inheritance ! whom born we see
Both in the Wondrous Year, and on the
day
Wherein the fairest Planet beareth sway ;
The heavens to thee, this fortune doth
decree !
Thou of a worlà of hearts in time shail be
A Monarch great ; and with one beauty's ray
So many hosts of hearts, thy face shall slay ;
As ail the rest, for love, shall yield to thee !
But even as ALEXAIDER, when he knew
His father's conquests, wept ; lest he should leave
No kingdom unto him for to subdue :
So shall thy mother, thee of praise bereave 1
So many hearts already she hath slain ;
As fev behind to conquer shall remain.

FINIS.

SA M U F.L D A N I E L.

DELII.

«tas lrima canat veneres, lostrema tumultus.

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THE LADY
Cou NTESS OF
ONDER of these ! Glory of other rimes!
0 Thou, whom Envy, er'n, is forced t'admire
Great Patroness of these my humble Ht.ymes,
Which Thou, fro», out thy greatness, dost inslMre
$ince only Thou hast deigned to raise them Mgher;
Vouchsafe now, fo acce[:t them as tMne own 1
Begotten by tl hand, and my desire ;
Wherein my zeal, and thy great might is shown.
And seeing this unto the world is known ;
0 leave hot, still, to grace thy work h me !
Let hot the quickening seed be overthrown,
Of that which may be born to honour Thee !
Whereof, the travail I may challenge mine;
But yet the glory, Madam / must be thine !

HONOURABLE
MARY
P M lOI.

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Fifty-five Sonnets follow this Dedication, in the ç94 edition of
Daniel's DELI and IOS,4MUND .UGMEIV2"ED. The edition was
designed by the poet to be the final revision of his Sonnets to Delia,
fifty of which had already appeared in a separate volume in 1592. One
was now dropped and six were added. Twenty-two of the Sonnets
included in the ! 594 edition of Delia were originally published (in the case
of three with verbal differences) among a series of twenty-eight forming
an appendix to the 591 quarto edition of Sidney's/IST¢OPItEL and
.S''ELLI (printed in this collection, vol. i. pp. 88-92 supra). Of these
twenty-two poems, ail of which appear in vol. i. pp. 88-92 sulhra , the
three, which underwent much verbal change, are again reprinted here
(see Nos. XIV., XLIII., and LV.), but the rest are now omitted. The
place occupied by each of the nineteen omltted Sonnets is duly
indicated, witb a precise reference to the volume and page in whch
they may be found in out first volume.

117

¢TO DELIA.

SONNE T I.
NTo the boundless Ocean of thy beauty,
Runs this poor river, charged with streams
of zeal ;
Returning Thee, the tribute of my
duty,
Which here my love, my youth, my plaints
reveal.
Here, I unclasp the Book of my charged Soul ;
Where I have cast th'accounts of all my tare :
Here, have I summed my sighs. Here, I enrol
How they were spent for thee ! Look ! what they are !
Look on the dear expenses of my youth !
And see how just I reckon with thine eyes !
Examine well, thy beauty with my truth !
And cross my cares, ere greater sums arise .t
Read it, Sweet Maid ! though it be done but slightly :
Who can shew ail his love, doth love but lightl),.
Sonnet I 1.--° Go. waillng verse !' Sec vol. i. p. 88 suaa.
3onnet III.--' If so it hap.' Seevohi. p. 89supra.

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SONNE T I V.

HESE plaintive verse[s], the Posts of my desire,
Which haste for succour to her slow regard ;
Bear hot report of any slender tire,
Forging a grief, to win a fame's reward.
Nor are my passions limned for outward hue,
For that no colours can depaint my sorrow :
D z L I A herself, and ail the world may view
Best in my face, where cares hath tilled deep turrows.
No bàys I seek, to deck my mourning brow,
O clear-eyed Rector of the holy Hill !
My humble accents bear the olive bough
Of intercession to a tyrant's will.
These lines I use, t'unburden mine own heart ;
My love affects no fame, nor 'steems of art.

SONNE T V.

HILST Youth and Error led my wandering mind,
And set my thoughts, in heedless ways to range;
Ail unawares, a goddess chaste I find, "
D I A N A-like, to work my sudden change.
For her, no sooner had mine eye bewrayed ;
But with disdain to see me in that place,
With fairest hand, the sweet unkindest maid
Casts water-cold disdain upon my face :
Which turned my sport into a hart's despair,
Which still is chased, while I have any breath,
By mine own thoughts, set on me by my Fair.
My thoughts, like hounds, pursue me to my death.
Those that I fostered, of mine own accord,
Are ruade by her, to murder thus their Lord.

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SONNE T VI.
AtR is my love, and cruel as she's fait:
Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are
sunny ;
Her smiles are lightening, though her pride despair ;
And her disdains are gall, her favours honey.
A modest maid, decked with a blush of honour,
Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and lo'e ;
The wonder of ali eyes that look upon ber :
Sacred on earth, designed a saint above,
Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,
Live reconcilèd friends within her brow:
And had she Pity, to conjoin with those ;
Then who had heard the plaints Iutter now ?
0 had she hot been fait, and thus unkind ;
My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind!

SONNET Vil.

HAD she not been fair, and thus unkindl
Then had no finger pointed at my lightness.
The world had never known »vhat I do find,
And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness,
Then had no Censor's eye these lines surveyed,
Nor graver brows have judged my Muse so vain :
No sun, my blush and error had bewrayed ;
Nor yet the world had lieard of such disdain.
Then had I »valked with bold erectèd face ;
No downcast look had signified my miss :
But my degraded hopes, with such disgrace,
Did force me groan out griefs, and utter this.
For, being full, should I hot then have spoken ;
My sense, Olpressed, had failed, and heart had broken.

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SONNE T VIII.
Hou, poor Heart ! sacrificed unto the fa]rest,
Hast sent the incense of thy sighs to heaven
And still against her frowns, fresh vows repairest
And ruade thy passions with her beauty even.
And you, mine Eyes ! the agents of my heart,
Told the dumb message of my hidden grief:
And oft, with careful tunes, with silent art,
Did 'treat the cruel Fair to yield relief.
And you, my Verse ! the advocates of loe,
Have followed hard the process of my case :
And urged that title, which doth plainly prove
My faith should win, if justice might have place.
Yet though I see, that nought we do can move her;
'Tis hot disdain, must make me cease to love her.
Sonnet IX.--' If this be love.' See vol. i. p. 99 sulbra.

SONNET X.
TrEN love I, and draw this weary breath
For her, the cruel Fair ; within whose brow,
l, written find, the sentence of my death,
In unkind letters, wrought, she cares not how!
0 thou that rul'st the confines of the night !
Laughter-loving Goddess ! Worldly pleasures' Queen !
Intenerate that heart I that sers so light
The truest love that ever yet was seen :
And cause her leave to triumph, in this wise,
Upon the prostrate spoil of that poor heart !
That serves a Trophy to ber conquering eye%
And must their glory to the world impart.
Once, let her know! sh' bath done enough to prove me;
And let ber pity, if she cannot love me !
Sonnet X I.m' Tears, vows, and prayers.' Sec vol. i. p. 9 o s,pra.

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SONNET XII.
Y SPOTLESS love hovers, with purest wings,
About the temple of the proudest [rame ;
Where blaze those lights, fairest of earthly things,
Which clear out clouded world with brightest flame.
M' ambitious thoughts, confinèd in her face,
Affect no honour, but what she can give :
My hopes do test in limits of h¢r grac¢ ;
I w¢igh no comfort, unI¢ss sh¢
For sh¢, that can my hea imparadis¢,
Holds in h¢r fair¢st hand, what dear¢st ]s.
My Fortun¢'s Wh¢¢l's th¢ Circle of h¢r Ey¢s ;
Whos¢ rolling grac¢ deign once a turn o bliss ]
Ail my lif¢'s sw¢¢t consists in her aIone ;
So much I love th¢ most unloving on¢.
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SONNET XIV.

[First pr]nted, with verbal differences, in çone#s af ter çid.'s Atroe
Sec »*ra, vol L
HosE snary locks are those same nets, my Dear!
Wherewith my liberty, thou didst surprise
Love was the flame that fired me so near :
The dart transpiercing were those crystal eyes.
Strong is the net, and fervent is the flame ;
Deep is the wound, my sighs do well report.
Yet I do love, adore, and praise the same
That holds, that burns, that wounds in this sort
And list not seek to break, to quench, to heal
The bond, the flame, the wound that festereth
By knife, by liquor, or by salve to deal
So much I please to perish in my woe.
Yet lest long traçails be above my strength ;
Good D ] L I A 1 Loose, quench, heal me, now at length
Sonnet XV.--' If a true heart.' See vol. i. p. 95 supra.
Sonnet XVI.--' Happy in sleep.' Sec vol i. p. 98 su, Cru.

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,SONNET XVII.
[First printed in this lition.]
JwoH' SHOU.D I sing in verse? Why should I [rame
I[îVAVI These sad neglected notcs, for her dear sakek
[[ Why should I offer up unto ber naine,
The sweetest sacrifice my youth tan make ?
Why should I strive to make her live for ever,
That never deigns to give me joy to livc
Why should m'afflicted Musc so much cndeavour
Such honour, unto cruelty to give ?
If her defects havc purchased her this lame ;
What should her virtues do ? her smiles
If this, her worst ; how should her best inflame ?
What passions would her milder favours move
Favours, I think, would sensc quite overcomc
And that makcs happy loyers cvcr dumb.
Sonnet XVlI|.--' Since the fist look.' Sec vol. i. p. 96 supra.
Sonnet XIX.--' Restore thy tresscs." Sec vol. i. p. 94 aupr,.
Sonnet XX.--* If Beauty bright.' Sec vol. i. p. 98 au, fa.
Sonnet XXI.'Come DE^Tf-l.' Sec vol. i. p. 99
Sonnet XXIL--' These sorrowing sighs." Sec vol. i. p. 89
SONNE T XXIII.
A.L,$ HOPE prolongs my ever certain grief,
] "1 raitor to me, and faithful to my Love
I A thousand times it promised me relief,
Yet never any true effect I prove.
Oft, when I find in her no truth at all,
I banish her, and blame her treachery :
Yet, soon again, I must her back recall,
As one that dies without her company.
Thus often, as I chase my Hope from me,
Straightway, she hastes her unto D -L A'S eyes :
Fed with some pleasing look, there shall she be ;
And so sent back. And thus my fortune lies.
Looks feed my Hope, Hope fosters me in vain
Hopes are unsure, when certain is my Pain.
Sonnet XXIV.--' Look in my griefs l" See vol. i. p. 97 supra.
Sonnet XXV.--' Reign in my thoughts 1' Sec vol. i. p. 93 supra.
Sonnet XXVI.--' Whilst by ber eyes.' See vol. i. p. 97 supra.

I sç,.J DELIA. I2 3
[Fimt çHnted in thi editio.]
TILL in the trace of my tormented thought,
My ceaseless cares must march on to my death.
Thy least regard too dearly have I bought,
Who, to my comfo, never deign'st a breath !
Why should'st thou stop thine ears now to my cries ?
Whose eyes were open, ready to oppress me !
Why shutt'st thou hot, the cause whence ail did rise ?
Or hear me now, or seek how to redress me !
Injurious D E L I A ! Yet, l'Il love thee still !
Whilst that I breathe in soow ofmy smart ;
l'Il tell the world that I deserved but iii,
And blame myseIL for to excuse thy heart !
Then udge [ who sins the greater of us twain :
I, in my love; or thou, in thy disdain !

SONNET XXVIIL
[First printed in this edition. ]
FT DOI marvel, whether D E L I ^' s eyes
Are eyes, or else two radiant stars that shine ?
For how could Nature ever thus devise
Of earth, on earth, a substance so divine ?
Stars, sure, they are ! Whose motions rule desires ;
And calm and tempest follow their aspects:
Their sweet appearing still such power inspires,
That makes the world admire so strange effects.
Yet whether fixed or wandering stars are they,
Vhose influence rules the Orb of my poor heart ?
Fixed, sure, they are ! But wandering, make me. stray
In endless errors ; whence I cannot part.
Stars, then, not eyes ! Move you, with milder view,
Your sweet aspect on him that honours you !
Sonnet XXlX.--' The star of my misbap.' Sec voL i. p. xoo suivra.

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SONNET XXX.
[Firt printed in this edition.]
ND yet, I can, not reprehend the flight,
] Or blame th attempt, presuming so to soar:
t_] The mounting venture, for a high delight,
Did make the honour of the fall the more.
For who gets wealth, that puts not from the shore ?
Danger hath honour! great designs, their lame
Glory doth follow! courage goes before
And though th'event oft answers not the saine ;
Suffice that high attempts have never shame.
The Mean-observer (whom base afety keeps)
Lives without honour, dies without a name ;
And in eternal darkness ever sleeps.
And therefore, D E L I ^ ! 'ris to me, no blot ;
To have attempted, though attained thee hot !
Sonnet XXXI.--' Raising my hope." See vol. i. p. xo ,upra.
[Sonnet XXXII.--' Why doth my mistress.' Sec vol. i. p.
Sonnet XXXIII.--' I once may see.' Sec voL i. p. toi

SONNET XXXIV.
OoK, D E L I ^ ! how we 'steem the half-blown rose,
(The image of thy blush ! and summer's honouQ
Whilst, in her tender green, she doth inclose
The pure sweet beauty Time bestows upon her!
No sooner spreads her glory in the air,
But straight her full-blown pride is in declining ;
She then is scorned, that late adorned the fait.
So clouds thy beauty, after fairest shining !
No April can revive thy withered flowers,
V¢hose blooming grace adorns thy glory now !
Swift speedy Time, feathered with flying hours,
Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
0 let hot then such riches waste in vain !
But love! whilst that thou may'st be loved again !

S O ]V ]V.E T X X X V.
U'r love! whilst that thou may'st be Iovcd again!
Now, whilst thy May hath filled thy lap with flowcrs !
Now, whilst thy beauty bears without a stain !
Now, usc thy summer smilcs, cre Vintcr lowers !
And whilst thou spread'st unto the rising sun,
The fairest flower that evcr saw thc light ;
Now joy thy timc, belote thy swcet be done!
And, D . L I ^ ! think thy morning must have night !
And that thy brightncss sers at length to Vest ;
Vhcn thou wilt close up that, which now thou showcst !
And think thc saine bccomcs thy fading bcst,
Vhich, then, shall hidc it most, and cover lowest !
Mcn do hot weigh thc stalk, for that it was ;
Whcn once thcy find her flowcr, hcr glory pass.

SONN.ET XXXVI.
H-N men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass:
And thou, wlth careful brow, sitting alone,
Receivèd hast this message, from thy glass;
That relis the truth, and says that "Ail is gone ! "
Fresh shalt thou see in me, the wounds thou madest ;
Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining.
I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest,
My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning!
The world shall find this miracle in me,
That tire can burn, when ail the matter's spent.
Then what my faith hath been, thyself shalt see !
And that thou wast unkind, thou may'st repent !
Thou may'st repent, that thou hast scorned my tears,
When Winter snows upon thy golden hairs.

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SONNET XXXVII.
'HEN Winter snows upon thy golden hairs,
And frost of Age hath nipped thy flowers near;
V¢hen dark shall seem thy day, that never clears,
And all lies withered that was held so dear:
Then take this picture, which I here present thee !
Limned with a pencil, not ail unwohy,
Here, see the gifts that GOD and Nature lent thee
Here, read thy Self! and what I suffered for thee
This may remain thy lasting monument,
Which, happily, posterity may cherish :
These colours, with thy fading, are hOt spent ;
These may remain, when thou and I shall perish.
If they remain, then thou shalt live thereby
They 11 remain, and so thou canst hot diel

SONNET XXXVIIL
Hou canst hot die, whilst any zeal abouncl
In feeling hearts, that can conceive these lines.-
Though thou, a LAURA, hast no PETRARCH found ;
In base attire, yet, clearly, t3eauty shines.
And I, though born within a colder clime,
Do feel mine inward heat as great (I know if).
He never had more faith, although more rhyme :
I love as well, though he could better show it.
But I may add one feather to thy fame,
To help her flight throughout the fairest Isle ;
And if my pen could more enlarge thy name,
Then should'st thou live in an immortal style.
For though that LAURA better limnèd be ;
Suffice, thou shalt be loved as well as she !

SI l)lalelo-I

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SONNE T XXXIX.
BE hot grieved that these my papers should
Bewray unto the world, how fait thou art !
Or that my wits bave shewed, the best they could,
The chastest flame that ever warmèd heart.

Think not, sweet D E L I A! this shall be thy shame,
My Muse should sound thy praise with mournful warble!
How many lire, the glory of whose name
Shall rest in ice, while thine is graved in marble !
Thou may'st, in after ages, live esteemed !
Unburied in these lines, reserved in pureness.
These shall entomb those eyes, that have redeemed
Me, from the vulgar ; thee, from all obscureness.
Although my careful accents never moved thee !
Yet count it no disgrace, that I have loved theel

SONNET XL.
E L t A ! These eyes that so admireth thine !
Have seen those waIIs the which ambition reared
To check the world. How they, entombed, have lain
Within themselves: and on them ploughs have eared.
Yet found I, that no barbarous hand attained
The spoil of Fame, deserved by virtuous men,
Whose glorious actions, luckily, had gained
Th'eternal armais of a happy pen.
Why then, though D E L I ^ fade ! let that hot move ber !
Though rime do spoil ber of the fairest veil
That ever yet mortality did cover ;
Which must instar the Needle and the Rail.
That grace, that virtue, ail that served t'in-woman,
Doth her, unto eternity assommon.

FS. Daniel.
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SONNET XLI.
'AIR and lovely Maid Look from the shore
See thy LnhDng striving in these waves
Poor soul quite spent, whose force can do no more.
Now send forth hopes (for now calm pty saves)
And waft him to thee, with those lovely eyes [
A happy convoy to a Holy Land.
Now show thy power ! and where thy virtue lies
To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand
tretch out the fairest hand a pledge of peace ;
That hand that darts so right, and never misses
I shall forget old wrongs. My griefs shall cease.
And that which gave me wouns, l'Il give it kises.
0 then, let th'ocean of my care find shore
That thou be plead, and I may sigh no more.

SONNET XLII.
E^D in my face, a volume of despairs !
The wailing Iliads of my tragic woe ;
Drawn with my blood, and printed with my cares,
Wrought by her hand that I have honoured
Who, whilst I burn, she sings at my soul's wrack,
Looking aloft from turret of her pride :
There, my Soul's Tyrant 'joys her in the sack
Of her own seat ; whereof I ruade her guide.
There do these smokes, that from affliction rise,
Ser_e as an incense to a cruel Dame.
A sacrifice thrice-grateful to her eyes,
Because their power serves to exact the same.
Thus ruins She, to satisfy her will,
The Temple, where her naine was honoured still.

S. DanieL-I
t »ç.J D.ELIA.

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SONNET XLIIL
[First prlnted, with verbal differences, in Sounet« af ter Sidney'« Astroel (,591).
Sec supra, vol. i. p. 95, where the sonnet opens ' My Lynthia bath.']
Y D E L x ^ hath the waters of mine eyes,
(The ready handmaids on her grace attending)
That never fall to ebb, but ever rise ;
For to their flow, she never grants an ending.
Th'ocean never did attend more duly
Upon his Sovereign's course, the night's pale Queen ;
Nor paid the impost of his waves more truly,
Than mine unto her Deity have been.
Yet nought, the rock of that hard heart can move ;
Where beat these tears with zeal, and fury di'iveth :
And yet, I rather languish in her love,
Than I would joy the fairest she that liveth.
I doubt to find such pleasure in my gaining ;
As now I taste, in compass of complaining.

SONNET XLIV.
Oxv long shall I, in mine affliction mourn ?
A burden to myself, distressed in mind ;
When shall my interdicted hopes i'eturn
From out despair, wherein they live confined ?
When shall her troubled brow, charged with disdain,
Reveal the treasure which her smiles impart ?
"Vhen shall my faith that happiness attain,
To break the ice, that hath congealed her heart ?
Unto herself, herself my love doth summon,
(If love in her, hath any power to move) :
And let her tell me, as she is a woman,
Whether my faith hath hot deserved her love ?
I know she cannot ! but must needs confess it ;
Yet deigns hOt, with one simple sign t'express it.
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° D E L I A. L
80NNET XLV.
-t^uT¥, sweet love ! is like the morning dew ;
¢]1 \Vhose short refresh upon the tender green,
I--d] Cheers for a rime, but till the sun doth show:
And straight 'ris gone, as it had never been.
Soon doth it fade, that makes the fairest flourish;
Short is the glory of the blushing rose :
The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish ;
Yet which, at length, thou must be forced to lose.
When thou, surcharged with burden of thy years,
Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth
Vhen Time hath ruade a passport for thy fears,
Dated in age, the Kalends of our death :
But, ah! no more! This hath been often told ;
And women grieve to think they must be old.

SONNET XLVI.

MUST not grieve my love ! whose eyes would read
Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile
Flowers have a time, before they corne to seed ;
And she is young, and now must sport the while.
Ah, sport ! sweet Maid ! in season of these years ;
And learn to gather flowers belote they wither
And where the sweetest blossom first appears ;
Let Love and Youth conduct thy pleasures thither!
Lighten forth smiles ! to clear the clouded air,
And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise
Pity and Smiles do best become the fair;
Pity and Smiles shall yield thee lasting praise!
I hope to say, when ail my griefs are gone,
" Happy the heart, that sighed for such a one

S. an;el.

S ONNE T XL I'I1".
[First prlnte6 it this ditlot.]
A t the A uthor's going info Ifa[y.
WHITHER, poor Forsaken ! wilt thou go ?
To go from sorrow, and thine own clistress ;
Vhen every place presents like face of woe,
And no remove can make thy sorrows less !
Yet go, Forsaken ! Leave these woods, these plains
Leave her and all ! and all for her, that leaves
Thee and thy love forlorn ; and both disdains :
And of both, wrongful deems, and iii conceives.
Seek out some place ! and see if any place
Can give the least release unto thy grief!
Convey thee from the thought of thy disgrace !
Steal from thy self! and be thy cares own thief !
But yet what comfort, shal] I hereby gain ?
Bearing the wound, I needs must feel the pain.

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SONNET XLVIII.
. This Sonnet was ruade at the A uthor's beh,g h Italy.
R^w with th'attraetive virtue of her eyes,
My touched heart turns it to that happy eoast ;
My joyful North ! where ail my fortune lies,
The level of my hopes desirèd most.
There, where my D E L I ^, fairer than the sun,
Deeked with ber youth, whereon the world doth stalle,
Joys in that honour, which ber eyes have won :
Th'eternal wonder of our happy isle.
Flourish, fait Albion !, Glory of the North !
NEPTV.'s best darling ! held between his arms:
Divided from the world, as better worth ;
Kept for himself, defended from all harms!
Still let disarmèd peaee deck her, and thcc !
And Muse-foe MARS, abroad far fostered be !

l'S. Dal,ll.
80NNET XLIX.
ARE-charmer Sleep ! Son of the sable Night !
Brother to Death ! In ilent darkness, born !
Relieve my anguish, and restore the light !
\Vith dark forgetting of my cares, return!
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth !
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night's untruth !
Cease, Dreams ! th'imag'ry of our day desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow !
Never let rising sun approve you liars!
To add more grief to aggravate my orrow.
8till let me sleep! embracing clouds in vain ;
And never wake to feel the day'« disdain.

SONNET L.

Er others sing of Knights and Palladins,
In agèd accents, and untimely words !
Paint shadows, in imaginary lines !
Which well the reach of their high wits records :
But I must sing of Thee ! and those fair eyes !
Authentic shall my verse, in rime to corne,
When yet the unborn shall say, " Lo, where she lies!
Whose beauty ruade him speak, that else was dumb !"
These are the arks, the trophies I erect,
That fortify thy name against old age;
And these, thy sacred virtues must protect
Against the dark, and Time's consuming rage.
Though th'error of my youth, they shall discover;
Suffice they shew I lived, and was thy lover !

' S. Danle|.']
I '.S94-J . E L I A

S ONNE T L A
[First printed in this edltion].
S TO the Roman, that would free his land,
His error was his honour and renown ;
And more the faine of his mistaking hand,
Than if he had the tyrant overthrown.
SO, D E L I A !, hath mine error made me known,
And my deceived attempt, deserved more fame
Than if I had the victory mine own,
And thy hard heart had yielded up the same.
And so, likewise, renowned is thy blame !
Thy cruelty ! thy glo,-y ! O strange case !
That errors should be graced, that merit shame
And sin of frowns bring honour to the face.
Yet, happy D E L I A !, that thou wast unkind ;
But happier yet, if thou would'st change thy mind

SONNET LII.
IKE as the lute, that joys or else dislikes,
As is hls art that plays upon the same :
So sounds my Muse, according as she strikes
On my heart strings, high tuned unto her faine.
Her touch doth cause the warble of the sound,
Which here I yield in lamentable wise,
A wailing "deseant" on the sweetest "ground,"
Whose due reports give honour to her eyes.
Else harsh my style, untunable my Muse;
Hoarse sounds the voice, that praiseth hot her naine !
If any pleasing relish here I use ;
Then judge, the world ! her beauty gives the saine.
0 happy " ground" that makes the music such !
And blessèd hand that gives so sweet a touch [

SONNET LIII.
OtE other lame, mine unambitious Mute
Affected ever, but t'eternize Thee !
Ail other honours do my hopes refuse,
Which meaner prized and momentary be.
For, GOD forbid ! I should my papers blot
With mercenary lines, with servile pen ;
Praising virtues in them that have them hot,
Basely attending on the hopes of men.
No! no! My Verse respects hot Thames, nor Theatres;
Nor seeks it to be known unto the great :
But Avon, poor in lame, and poor in waters,
Shall have my song, where D E L I ^ hath her seat.
Avon shall be my Thames, and She my Song ;
l'Il sound her name, the river ail along.

SONNET LIV.
NH^IIY pen! and ill accepted papers !
That intimate, in vain, my chaste desires :
My chaste desires, the ever-burning tapers,
Enkindled by ber eyes' celestial rires.
Celestial rires [ and unrespecting powers,
That deign hot view the glory of your migbt !
In humble lines, the work of careful hours,
The sacrifice I offer to her sight.
But since she scorns her own ; this tests for me.
l'Il moan, myself; and hide the wrong I have :
And so content me, that her frowns should be
To m'infant style, the cradle and the grave.
What thoug, h myself no honour get thereby ;
Each birds sings tt herself, and so will I !

S. Daniel.
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SONNE T L V.
:First printed, whh verbal difl'erences, in Sottt$ afl«r Sidéré':. l#troph«l(159
bec su2ra, vol. i. p. zol.]
O HERE, the impost of a faith unfeigning,
That love hath paid, and her disdain extorted !
Behold the message of my just complaining,
That shews the world, how much my grief im-
ported [
These tributary plaints, fraught with desire,
I send those Eyes, the Cabinets of Love !
The Paradise, whereto my hopes aspire,
From out this Hell, which mine afflictions prove.
Wherein I thus do live, cast down from mirth ;
Pensive, alone, none but despair about me ;
My joys abortive, perished at their birth ;
My cares long lived, and will not die without me.
This is my state ! and D E L X A' S heart is such !
I say no more. I fear, I said too much.

FINIS.

OIv EACH creature joys the olher,
lassing halb#y days and hours ;
One bird relborts unto anofher,
in fhe fall of silver showers ;
Whilsl the Earth, out common moaer,
bath ber bosom àecked with flowers 2

IVhilst the greatest Torch of heaven,
with bright rays, warms FLORA'S la[
Making nights and days both even,
cheering lblants with fresher sap :
My field, of flowers quite bereaven,
wants refresh of better hal.

Ecno, daughter of the A if,
babblhg guest of rocks and hills,
Knows the naine of my jïerce Fait,
and sounds the accents of my ills.
Each thhg lities my desiair ;
whilst that She, ber loyer kills.

IVl, ilst lhat She, 0 cruel Maid !
doth me and my love desiise ;
My life's flourish is decayed,
that deiended on ber eyes :
But ber will musl be obeyed ;
and well, he ends ! for love, who dies.

FINIS.

SONNETS

THE FAIREST

COELIA.

Par,t, ne# dnvieo, rivet wtt liber dds od illa»t,
ttei nihi çuod do»nino ton lictt i't to.-- TRIST. ,.

LONDON,
Pri»ted y A»M Ist t»,
.lot W. P.
594-

To the Reader.

C o U R TE 0 US _ IE A L IE R
l-lnln,4s I zvas fully detcr»u)ted to hae con-
cealed Sonnets as thDçs privy lo o,se ;
yel, of courtesy, havin( lent them to some,
lhey were secrelly com»zitted to tke Press and al»zosl
finished, bore it came to my knowledge.
Vherore makinç, as tloey say, Virtue of Neeessity,
I did deem ff most convenient to repose my Epistle, only
to fieseech you fo account of thenz as of to3,s and amorous
devices ; and, ere lotg, I wHl i»art unto the lVorld
anothcr Poem, which sha]l be 3oth ntore fruiul
and ondcrous.
In tke mean whi[e, I commff these, as a ledge, # :vur
inclurent censures.
London, 594-

COELIA.

SONNET I.

UE by my Goddess" doom to endless pain;
Lo, here I ope my Sorrow's Passion !
That every silly eye may view most plain
A Sentence given on no occasion.
If that, by chance, they fall (most fortunate !
Within those cruel hands that did enact it ;
Say but "Alas, he was too Passionate ! "
My doom is passed, nor can be now unactit."
So mayst Thou see I was a spotless loyer !
And grieve withal that, ere, thou dealt so sore
Unto remorse, who goes about to more her,
Pursues the wingèd winds, and tills the shore
Lovely is her Semblance, hard is her Heart ;
Wavering is ber Mind, sure is her Dartl

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SONNE T II.

HAPPY hour, and yet unhappy hour !
When first by chance I had my Goddess viewed ;
Then first I tasted of the sweetest sour
Wherewith the cup of CYPRI^ is embrued.
For gazing firm without suspicion,
LovE, cooped behind the .chariot of her eye,
Justly to school my bold presumption,
Against my heart did let an arrow fly.
" Fair Sir," quoth he, " to practise haveyou nought
But to be gazing on Divinity ?
Before you part, your leare you shall be taught ! "
With that, at once, he ruade his arrows hie.
" Imperious God ! I did it :ot to love her!
Ah, stay thy hand ! I did it but to prove her ! "

SONNET III.

RovEher! Ah, no! Ididitbuttoloveher!
IN i Then shoot amam, dread L,ege ! I stand unarmed.
Although no hope that anything may move her ;
Some ease it is, to be by beauty charmed.
Then quick, my Liege ! then quick, and end thy gaine!
That all the World may see how thou hast plagued us ;
Then cruel She shall view, unto her blame,
That "ail men be hot fickle," as they've termed us,
May be, my words may win contrition !
If hot my words, my sobs ! if hot my sobs,
My tears may more her to compassion !
If tears do rail, my tears, my words, my throbs :
Ay me ! ah no ! tears, words, throbs, all in vain !
She scorns my dole, and smileth at my pain!

SONVET IV.

HEAVENLY COELIA, as faJr as virtuous !
The only Mirror of truc Chastity!
Have I becn 'gainst thy godhcad impious,
That thus ara gucrdoncd for my fcalty ?
Have I hot shcd upon thine iv'ry shrinc
Hoge drops of tcars with iaxgc cruptions ?
Have I hot offcred, Evcning, and at Prime,
My sighs, my PsaIms of invocations ?
",Vhat be men's sighs but cauls ofguilefulness ? "'
"Thcy shcw, dcar Lovc .' true proofs of firmity !"
"Vfhat be your tcars but mcre n'aciousncss ?"
"Tcars only plcad for our simplicity !"
Vhcn ail strike mutc, Shc says " It is my duty ! "
And claires as much as to hcr dcty.

SONNE T V.

AIR Queen of Cnidos ! corne, adorn my forehead !
And crown me .wi,'th the laurei, Emperor !
Io, thrice sing Io about thy poet !
Lo, on my goddess, I ara conqueror !
For once, by chance, hot sure or wittingly,
Upon my foot, her tender foot alighted,
With that, she plucked it off fuli nimbly
As though the very touch had her affrighted.
Dear Mistress ! will you deal so cruelly,
To 'prive me of so small a benefit ?
What ! do you jerk it off so nimbly
As though, in ver)" sooth, a shake had bit it !
Yea, bit perhaps indeed ! Ho, Muses, blab you !
Nota word, Pieannets ! or I wili gag you !

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SONNET VI.
OOD Goal! how senseless be we paramours,
So proudly on a Iqothing for to vaunt it !
We cannot reap the meanest of all favours,
But, by-and-by, we think our suit is grantit !
Had ye observed two Planers which then mounted,
Two certain signs of indignation ;
Ye would have deemed rather both consented
To turn ail hopes to desperation.
Then can you waver so inconstantly
To shew first Love, and then Disdainfulness ?
First for to bring a dram of courtesy,
Then mix it with an ounce of scornfulness ?
No, no, the doubt is answered ! Certainly,
She trod by chance ; She trod not wittingly !

SONNE T VII.

F 11" be sin, so dearly for to love thee ;
Corne bind my hands! I am thy prisoner!
If yet a spark of pity may but move thee,
First sit, upon the cause, Commissioner !
The same, well heard, may xvrest incontinent,
Two floods from forth those rocks of adamant ;
Which streaming down with force impatient
May melt the breast of my tierce RHADAMANT.
Dearest Cruel, the cause, I see dislikes thee !
On us thy brows thou bends so direfully !
Enjoin me penance whatsoever likes thee;
Whate'er it be, l'Il take it thankfully [
Yet since, for love it is, I am thy Bondman ;
Good COELm, use me like a Gentleman!

SONNET VIII.
'I'KE up, my Lute ! and case my heavy cares,
The only solace to.my Passions :
Impart unto the airs, thy pleasing airs !
More sweet than heavenly consolations.
Rehearse the songs of forlorn amor'us
Driven to despair by dames tyrannical !
Of ALPHEUS' IOSS, of woes of TROILUS,
Of ROWLAND'S rage, of IPrIIS" funeral !
Ay me ! what warbles yields mine instrument
The Basses shriek as though they were amiss !
The Means, no means, too sad the merriment m
No, no ! the music good, but thus itis
I loath both Means, merriment, Diapasons ;
So She and I may be but Unisons.

SONNE T IX.
I-.,.s o ,ven o]e oe o e arlvo.
Sole hopes I rind to be my corrosive !
Whilst others found in hopes, an harbour bave;
From hopes, I feel a sea of sorrows rise !
For when mild hopes should case my raging rires,
They lester more, in that they are but hopes;
Then whilst I touch the foot of my Desires,
A storm of hate doth burst mine anchor ropes.
Were I but once resolved certainly,
Soon should I know which point my helm to steer ;
But She denies my suit most womanly»
As hidden documents for us to hear.
Lo, this the cause my hell forsakes me never.
"Tell me," dear Sweet, "thus shall I live for ever?"

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SONNET X.
¶ A Mystery.
(Cf. BAIES*S Pargh¢no/hil, vol. p.
O wI the Fort, how oft have I assayed
Wherein the hea of my fair Mistress lies.
What rams, what mines, what plots have I not laid
Yet still am frighted from mine enterprise.
First from the leads of that proud citadel
Do foulder forth two fiery Culverins,
Under, two red coats keep the Larum Bell
For fear of close or open venturings
Before the gates, Scorn, Fear, and Modesty
Do toss amain their pikes ; but 'bove them ah
Pudicity wields her staff most manfully,
Guarded with blocks, that keep me from the wall.
Yet if this staff will lord me clear the way
In spire of ail, I'll bear my Dame away

SONNET XI.

To tgOLYXENA.

F ALL the women which of yore have becn,
ALCEST for virtue may be glorified ;
For courage, TEucE; for features, Sparta's Queen ;
For all in one, POLVXEN deified.
If true it be, by old philosophy,
These souls to bave, since destin, entered
To other bodies of like sympathy ;
Thou art the last of these metampsychosed !
Thy courage wondrous ! thy virtues peerless !
Thy features bave the fairest !adies blamed !
Then (if thou scor.n'st hOt such a Monarchess)
Henceforth, by reason good, thou shalt be named,
Nor TEUCE, nor ALCEST, nor fair HELENA ;
Thou shalt be named my dear POLYXENA !

SONNE T XII.

IOELI, Of ail sweet courtesies resolve me !
For wishèd grace, how must I now be doing ?
Since OPs, the completest frame which did absolve
thee,
Hath ruade each parcel to my sole undoing !
Those wires which should thy corps to mine unite,
Be rays to daze us from so near approach.
Thine eyne, which should my 'nighted sailors light,
Be shot to keep them off with foui reproach.
Those ruddy plums embrued with heavenly foods,
When I would suck them, turn to driest coral;
And when I couch between her lily buds,
They surge, like frothy water mounts above ail.
Surely, they were ail ruade unto good uses ;
But She, them ail untowardly abuses.

SONNET XIII.

[TH grievous thoughts and care opprest,
yeighty
One day, I went to VEtqus s Fanacle;
Of Cyprian dreams, which did me sore molest,
To be resolved by certain Oracle.
No sooner was I past the temple's gare,
But from the shrine, where VENUS wont to stand,
I saw a Lady fait and delicate
Did beckon to me with ber ivory hand
Weening She was the Goddess of the Fane,
With cheerful looks I towards bent my pace:
Soon when I came, I round unto my bane,
A (30R60 shadowed under VEnus' face ;
Whereat affright, when back I would be gone,
I stood transformèd to a speechless stone.

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SONNET XIV.

HEr once I saw that no intreats would move ber;
Ail means I sought to be deliverèd :
Against white COPID and his golden Mother,
In high contempt, base words I utterèd :
When both, from clouds of her bright firmament,
With heavy griefs and strong disdain surmounted,
Upon my thoughts and me, did shoot revengement,
Whilst in our highest prides we were amounted.
Nor be they pleased to give us all these wounds,
To make me languish as a dying liver :
But from her orbs they fling their firebrands.
Thereby to quite consume both heart and liver.
Pardon, dread Powers ! pardon my rash offence !
By tteaven's bright vail ! 'twas 'gainst my conscience !

S ONNE T X V.
Echo.
[For similar ' Echo' po¢ms, cf. vol. L pp. zo-z, ZTa6, and 3oz supra, and vol il. 337 inf 'a.]

H^'r is the Fair, to whom so long
I plead ?
What is her face, so angel-like ?
Then unto Saints in mind, Sh'is not unlike ?
What may be hoped of one so evil nat'red ?
O then my woes how shall I ope best ?
Then She is flexible ?
Fie, no, it is impossible!
About her straight then only our best !
How must I first her loves to me approve ?
How if She say I may not Mss ber ?
For ail ber bobs I must them bear, or miss ber?
Then will She yield at length to Love ?
Even so ! Even so .' By N^RClSSE ] is it true ?
Of thine honesty ? I! Adieu !

A ngel-like.
Unlike.
Hatred.
H @e best !
She is flexible.
Possible
You're best !
Prove !
Kiss ber !
Yes, sir !
To love !
True!
A dieu !

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SONNET XVI.

HAT may be thought of thine untowardness,
That movest still at everv motion ?
What may be hoped of sî) strange uncouthness,
That scorns ail vows, scorns all devotion ?
If I but sue, thou wouldst relieve mine anguish,
Two threatening arcs thou bendest rigorously !
Then if I swear thy love did make me languish,
Thou turn'st away, and smilest scornfully !
Then if I wish thou would'st not tyrannize ;
Of Tyranny thou mak'st but a mockery !
And if I weep, my tears thou dost despise !
And if I stir, thou threatenest battery !
Frown on ! smile on [ mock me [ despise me [ threat me ]
Ail shall hot make me leave for to intreat thee[

SONNET XVI1.

ELENT, my dear, yet unldnd COELIA !
At length, relent, and give my sorrows end !
So shall I keep my long-wished holiday,
And set a trophy on a froward friend !
Nor tributes, nor imposts, nor other duties
Demand I will, as lawful Conqueror!
Duties, tributes, imposts unto thy beauties,
Myself will pay as yieldèd Servitor !
Then quick relent ! thyself surrender us !
"Brave Sir, and why," quoth She, "must I relent ? :'
" Relent," cried I, "thyself doth conquer us "
When eftsoons with my proper instrument
She cut me off, ay me ! and answerèd,
"You cannot conquer, and be conquerèd."

I-W. PercI.
150 COEL IA. sç÷

SONNET XVIII.

CANNOT conquer and be conquerèd ! "
Then whole myself I yield unto thy favour !
Behold my thoughts float in an ocean, battered ;
To be cast off, or wafted to thine harbour !
If of the faine, thou wilt then take acceptance,
Stretch out thy fairest hand, as flag of peace !
If hot, no longer keep us in attendance ;
But ail at once thy fiery shafts release !
If thus I die, an honest cause of love
Will of my rates the rigour mitigate;
Those gracious ey'n, which will a Tartar move,
Will prove my case the less unfortunate.
Although my friends may rue my chance for aye,
It will be said, " He died for COELI^ ! "

SONNE T XIX.

T SHALL be said I died for COELIA !
Then quick, thou grisly man of Erebus,
Transport me hence unto PROSERPINA,
To be adjudged as "wilful amorous."
To be hung up within the liquid air !
For ail the sighs which I in vain have wasted :
To be through Lethe's waters cleansèd fair!
For those dark clouds which have my looks o'ercasted :
To be condemned to everlasting tire !
Because at CuPII)'s tire, I wilful brent me,
And to be clad for deadly dumps in mire.
Among so many plagues xvhich shall torment me,
One solace I shall find, when I ara over;
It will be known I died a constant loyer!

SONN T XX.
ECEIVE these writs, »:y sweet and dearest Friend l
The lively batterns of noE lifeless body ;
Where thou shalt find in ebon lbictures lbenneà,
How I zas meek, but thou extremely bloody .t
l'Il walk forlorn aIong the zillow shaàes,
A lone, COmlNaining of a ruthIess Dame :
Where'er I #ass, the rocks, the hills, the glades,
In lbiteous yells shall sound ber cruel naine !
There zill I wail the lof thaf Fortune sent me,
And make my moans unto the savage ears !
The remnant of the days which Nature lent me ;
l'll slend them all, concealed, in ceaseless team .t
Since unkind Fates permit me n.ot t'enjoy ber;
No more, burst eyes ! I mean. for to annoy fier !

FINIS.

To PA RTH E NO Pli I L.
UponhisLAYA and PARTH EOP .
t£¢- inscribid to Barnabe Barnes, for whose poetical colleion, ParlehH
see vol. g p. 16 5 s«q. st«ra. The reference at line 9 below ems to be to
estine 5, sec vol i. pp. 3-t.]
MA DRIGA L.
HN çvst I heard azy loves to
I wished the gods to turn it to good ha#
Yet since I heav fhy blessed flight away,
I joy tt chance, for/eav of aflerclaç
Unwily man ! why couldst hOt keep thee there
But must with PARTHENOPH', thee 'gain entraç
I little rue thy well desemed tears
The beast once 'scaed will ever shun the tra#
What tell'st thou me, "By slls,
Believe ber, Friend no more than LAYA past
Charmcd Love endures but whilst the Charm doth last

ZEPHERIA.

Mssus et Heemoia juveis qui cu-
lide vu&us senserat, bac ipsa
cuspide se»sit ope.

AT LONDON:
Printed by the Widoxv O lw r, for N. L. and
J o ," Bvs'.
1594-

Alli veri figlioli delle Muse.

E MODERN Laureates, famoused for your wr.:l,
lVho for your pregnance may in Delos dwell
On your sweet lines, Eternity doth sit ;
Their brows ennobling with aplause and laurel
Trhtmph and Honour aye invest your writ !
Ye fet[ch] your pens front wing of singing swan,
lVhen (sweetly warblfig to herself ) she floats
Adown Mcander streams ; and like fo organ
lm1arts, into her quills, melodious notes !
Ye, from the Father of delicious phrases,
13orrow such Hymns as make your Mistress lire
Whe Time is dead ! Nay, HERMES t«tes thc paises
lVhich ye, in Sonnets, to your Mistress give !
Report, hroughout our Western lsle doth ring,
The sweet tuned accents of your Delian sonnetry,
Which to Apollo's violin, ye sing !
O, then, your high strains drown his melody I
From forth dead sleep of everlasting dark ;
Faine, with her trum's shrill summon, bath au,ahcd
The Roman NASo, and the Tuscan 19ETRARCH,
Your spirit.ravishing lines to wondcr at !
0 theme befitting high-Mused A SrROPIttL !

156

He, to your silvery Songs, lent sweetest touch !
Your Songs, the immortal stiritof your quill /
O, tardoz ! for my artless ten too much
Doth dira your glories, through his infant skill.
Though may I hot, witk you, the stoils divide
(Ye sacred OffsDring of MNEMOSYNE !)
Of endless traise, which bave your tens achieved
(Your tens the TrumDs to Immortality !) ;
Yet be if lawful, that like maims I bide !
Like brunts and scars, in your Love's warfare !
A nd here, though in my homes, bun Verse, of them declare !

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ZEPHERIA.

CANZON .

1 ULLED in

a heavenly Charm of pleasing
Passions ;
Many their well-thewed rhymes do fair
attemper
Unto their Amours ! while another fashions
Love to his lines, and he on Fame doth
venture !
And some again, in mercenary writ,
Belch forth Desire, making Reward their mistress !
And though it chance some L^s patron it,
At least, they sell ber praises to the press !
The Muses' Nurse, I read, is EUPIEMIE;
And who but Honour makes his lines' reward,
Cornes not, by my consent, within my pedigree !
'Mongst true-born sons, inherit may no bastard !
All in the humble accent of my Muse ;
Whose wing may not aspire the pitch of Fame,
My griefs I here untomb ! Sweet ! them peruse !
Though low he fly, yet Honour is his game,
AI1 while my pen quests on ZEPHER^'S name :
Whom, when it sprung thy wing, did thee relieve ;
Now flown to mark, thus doth Desire thee retrieve !

CANZON .

HOUGH be thou limned in discoloured lines»
thes,e
(Delicious Model of my spirit s portrait ! )
Though be thou sable pencilled, these designs
Shadow hot beauty, but a sorrow's extract !
When I emprised, though in my love's affections,
The silver lustre of thy brow fo unmask !
Though hath my Muse hyperbolised trajections ;
Yet stands it, aye, deficient to such task.
My slubb'ring pencil casts too gross a marrer,
Thy beauty's pure divinity fo blaze !
For when my smoothèd tongue hath sought to flatter,
Thy Worth hath dearthed his svords, for thy true praise
Then though my pencil glance here on thine eyes ;
Sweet ! think thy Fait, it doth but portionise !

CANZON .

HEN, from the tower whence I derive love's heaven,
Mine eyes (quick pursuivants I) the sight attached
I[[; l Of Thee, ail splendent ! I, as out of sweaven,
Myself 'gan rouse, like one from sleep awaked.
Coveting eyes controlled my slowly gait,
And wood Desire to wing my feet for flight ;
Yet unresolved, Fear did with eyes debate,
And said, " 'Twas but tra[ns]lucence of the light !"
But when approached, where Thou thy stand dïdst take !
At gaze, I stood ; like deer, when 'ghast, he spies
Some white in thick ! Ah, then, the arrow strake
Through mine heart ! sent from thy tiller eyes.
Dead in thine aire, Thou seized what 'longed to thee!
Mine heart, ZEPHERIA! then, became thy fee!

CANZON 4.
THEN, Desire ! Father of Jouissance .
The Life of Love! the Death of dastard Fear!
The Kindest Nurse to true persèverance!
Mine heart inherited, with thy love's revere.
Beauty ! peculiar Parent of Conceit !
Prosperous Midwife to a travelling Muse !
The Sweet of life ! NEPENTHE'S eyes receipt !
Thee into me distilled, 0 Sweet, infuse !
Love then (the spirit of a generous sprite !
An infant ever drawing Nature's breast !
The Sure of Life, that CHAOs did unnight l)
Dismissed mine heart from me, with thee to rest.
And now incites me cry, " Double ! or quit !
Give back my heart, or take his body to it !"

CANZON 5.

NoN, Fear (Sentinel of sad Discretion !
Strangling Repentance in his cradle age .
Care's Usher ! Tenant to his own Oppression !)
Forced my thoughts' quest upon an idle rage.
Enraged Passion (Scout to Love untrue !)
Commenting glosses on each stalle and frown,
Christening the heavens and Erebus anew,
(Intolerable yoke to Love and Reason !
Footstool to ail affects! Beauty's sour handmaid !
The heart's hermaphrodite, passive in action !)
Hope now serenes his brow, anon dismayed,
A pleasing death, a life in pleased distraction.
Thou on thy Mother, Fear! begot Despair ;
To whom, my Fate conveys me son and heir.

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CANZON 6.

Y vA'rE ! 0 not my fa,uit ! hath me debarred
From forth thy favour s sunny sanctuary,
Unto the dear applause of thy regard,
Witness the world ! how I, my guest did marry !
My tears, my sighs ; all have I summed in thee !
Conceit the total ! do hot partialise !
And then accept of their infinity
As part of payment to exacting eyes!
And yet thy Trophy to ennoble more,
My heart prepares anexv to thesaurise
Sighs and love options such as it sent of yore,
Save number°they ! faith only these englories !
Yet though I thus enwealthy thy exchequer;
Seem it hOt strange, I live ZErHErI^'S debtor !

CANZON
OIE fait, but yet more cruel I thee deem
(Thouh,- by how much the more thou beauteous art,
So much of pity shouldst thou more esteem !) ;
Fairer than PHOeBv., yet a barder heart.
Her when Ac'roEoN viewed with privy eye,
She doomed him but a death (a death he owed
While he pursued, before his dogs did fly.
Here was the worst of iii (good Queen l) she shewecl.
But when, a start, mine eye had thee espied
Though at discovert, )et stand I sentenced
Not to one death, to which I would have hied :
For since, unarmed, and to eye unfenced,
Thy PHoeBE-fairer parts were mine eyes' prospective.
0 grief ! unto myself, disgraced I live

CANZON 8.

LLIJMINATING Lamps ! Ye Orbs chrystallite !
Transparent mirrolds ! Globes divining heauty !
How have I joyed to wanton in your light ?
Though was I slain hy your artillery !
Ye blithsome Stars ! like LEDA'S lovely twins
(When clear they twinkle in the firmament),
Promise es#emnce to the seamen's wand'rings :
So have your shine made ripe mine heart's content.
Or as the light, which Sestyan HERO showed,
Arm-finned LEANDER tO direct in waves,
When through the raging Hellespont he rowed,
Steering to Love's Port : so, by thine eyes' clear rays,
Blest were my waves ! But since no light was found,
Thy poor LEANDER in the deep is drowned !

CANZON 9.
HEN as the Golden Waggoner had frayed
Black Winter's outrage, with his brighter shine ;
And that in Mansion of the Twins he styed,
His team ; then 'gan my heart to twine with thine [
Even when his gorgeous mantle he had spread,
XVherewith he wiped wept-tears from TELLUS' bosom ;
Wantoning here with her, leaves THE'rlS' hed,
Like dainty midwife FLORa, to unwomb
Sweet babes of TELLUS and HYPERION, [(sic),
When ye full soomed in Winter's mew doon mooting,
0 then, the seeds of Love, by thine eyes sown,
Down through mine eyes, within mine heart took rooting.
ïhis difference left 'twixt me and Nature's store ;
Her Spring returns ! My flower may spread no more !
if. L 9

CANZON o.
Ow ruade I, then, attempt in courtly fashion,
To gain the virgin conquest of thy love ?
How did my sighs decipher inward Passion,
When they to kind regard thy heart did move ?
When thou vouchsaf'st to grace the evening air,
How have I lain in ambush to betray thee ?
Our eyes have skirmished ! but my tongue would pray thee
To join thy Pity partner with thy Fair !
Since that, how often have they sent wept Elegies
To beg remorse at thy obdurate heart !
How often hath my Muse in comic poesies,
To feed thy humour, played a comic part !
But, now, the Pastime of my pen is silenced !
To act in Tragic Vein, alone is licensed.

CANZON ii.
Ow wert thou pleasèd with my Pastoral Ode !
Which late I sent thee; wherein I, thy Swain,
In rural tune, on pipe did chaunt abroad
Thee, for the loveliest Lass that traced the plain.
There, on thy head, I, FLORA'S Chaplet placed !
There, did my pipe proclaim thee, Summer's Queen !
Each herdgroom, with that honour held thee graced !
When lawny white did chequer with thy green.
There, did I bargain all my kids to thee !
My spotted lambkins, choicest of my fold !
So thou would'st sit and keep thy flock by me:
So much I joyed, thy beauty to behold.
How many Cantons then, sent I to thee
Who, though on two strings only raised their strain,
To wit, my Grief, and thy unmatched Beauty;
Yet well their harmony could please thy rein !
Well could they please thee, and thou term them witty ;
But now as fortunes change, so change my Ditty !

CANZONI2.

Ow often have mine eyes (thine eye's apprentice
Bound by the Earnest of a sunny look),
Ta'en a judicial view of all thy graces !
Which here are registered in lasting book.
How oft bave I, thy precious chain been fingering,
That ninefold circles thy delicious neck !
While they, the orb-like spheres of heaven resembling,
Thy face the Globe ! which men clep Emperick.
How off with wanton touches have I prest
Those breasts, more soft than silver down of swans ;
When they by Alcidelian springs do test !
Of which pure substance are thy lily hands.
But now, though eyes ne see, nor arms embrace thee ;
Who yet shall let, in thought, me chief to place thee ?

CANZONI 3 .

RouI in thy love, how many have I cited,
Impartial, thee to view ! whose eyes have lavished
Sweet beauteous objects oft have men delighted,
But thou, above delight, their sense hast ravished :
They, amorous artists, Thee pronounced Love's Queen !
And unto thy supremacy did swear,
" VEttS, at Paphos keep ! no more be seen !"
Now CtPID, after Thee, his shafts shall bear l
How bave I spent my spirit of Invention
In penning amorous stanzas to thy beauty ?
But heavenly graces may hot brook dimension ;
No more may thine ! for infinite they be.
But now, in harsh tune, I, of amours sing,
My pipe for them, grows hoarse ! but shrill, to plaining !

CANZON 4.
HoUt3H like an exile from mine eyes divorced
In solitary dungeon of Refuse
I lire, impatient that I lire, perforced,
From thee, dear object of mine eyes, a recluse.
Yet that divine Iàea of thy grace,
The life imagery of thy love's sweet souvenance,
Within mine heart shall reign in sovereign place ;
Nay, shall it ever portray other semblance ?
No ! never shall that face, so fair depainted
Within the love-limned tablet of mine heart,
Emblemished be ! defaced ! or unsainted !
Till death shall blot it, with his pencil dart.
Yet, then, in these limned lines ennobled more,
Thou shalt survive, ficher accomplished than before !

CANZON xS-

'.E'ER were the silvery wings of my Desire
Tainted with thought of black impurity !
The modest blush that did my cheeks attire,
Was to thy virgin fears, stature security !
When to a favour's sweet promotion
My joyless thoughts, thou hast advancèd higher !
0 then sigh's sacrifice of my love's devotion
I sent, repurified in holy tire !
My fears, how oft have I ingeminated !
(0 black recite of passèd misery !)
Thy heart for to entender ! they have intimated
(Besides what thou hast seen !) what I have suffered for thee !
But see ! since eyes were aliens to thy beauty,
I sing mine own faith, and neglect love's duty!

CANZON 16.

.,Ow have I forfeited thy kind regard,
That thy disdain should thus enage thy brow !
Which, whilom, was the scripture and the card
Whereon thou ruade thy game, and sealed thy vow
Which, whilom, thou, with laurel vatical,
Ennobled hast (high signal of renown !),
Marrying my voice with thine, hast said withal,
"Be thou alone, alonely thou, AMPnlOI ! "
O how hath black night welked up this dayt
My wasted hope.s, why are they turned to graze
In pastures of despair? ZEPHERIA sa}',
\Vherein have I, on love committed trespass !
O, if in justice, thou must needs acquit me,
Reward me with thy love ! Sweet, heal me with thy pity !

CANZON 7-

Ow shall I deck my Love in love's habiliment,
And her embellish in a right depaint ?
Sith now is left, nor rose, nor hyacinth,
Each one their beauties with their hue acquaint.
The gold ceiling of thy brow's rich frame
Designs the proud pomp of thy face's architure.
Crystal transparent casements to the saine,
Are thine eyes' sun, which do the world depure ;
Whose silvery canopy, gold-wire fringes.
Thy brow, the bowling place for CI;PID's eye.
Love's true-love knots, and lily-lozenges,
Thy cheeks, depainten in an immortal dye.
If well, thou limned art, now, by face imagery ;
Judge, how, by life, I then should pencil thee !

CANZON x8.
I',X^CTER,H ,-. should if fortune I should pencil thee
\Vhat g]ory may attend though on my ski]]?
Even such as him befa]]s, whose pen doth copy
The sweet invention of another's quiI].
My Muse yet never journeyed to the Indes,
Thy Fait to purple in Alchermyan dye,
AIl on the weak spread o[ his eyes' wings
Sufficeth that thou mount, though not so high
Yet shou]d if hap, that, in a kind vouchsafe,
The feature of my pen some grace do win ;
Thereof, ZEPHERIA all the honour bath !
The copying scribe may claim no right therein
But if more nice wits censure my lines crooked,
Thus I excuse, " I wrote, my ]ight removed

CANZON 1 9 .

--,,,lro ! NO, ZEPHERIA ! Fame is too rich a prize
]axl /vly all-unmeriting lines for to attend on!
[ The best applause of my Muse, on thine eyes-
Depends! It eraves but smiles, his pains fo
guerdon !
But thine, the glory of this weak emprise !
Well wot I, his demerit is but bare !
Duteous respect then, will hot that I portionise
To me, in love's respect, equal like care.
Lovely respective ! equal thou this eare !
And with thine heaven's ealm smiles, mine heart imparadise !
Shine forth thy comfort's sun, my fears' Dismayer !
0 well it fits lovers to sympathise !
Hold thou the spoils of Fame, for thine inheritance !
Thy love, to me is sweetest chevisatce !

CANZON 20.

Ow often hath my pen (mine heart's Solicitor !)
Instructed thee in Breviat of my case !
While Fancy-pleading eyes (thy beauty's Visitor !)
Have patterned to my quill, an angel's face.
How have my Sonnets (faithful Counsellors I)
Thee, without ceasing moved for Day of Hearing !
While they, my Plaintive Cause (my faith's Revealers I)
Thy long delay, my patience, in thine ear ring.
How have I stood at bar of thine own conscience ;
When in Requesting Court my suit I brought !
How have thy long adjournments slowed the sentence,
Which I (through much expense of tears) besought!
Through many diflïculties have I run,
Ah, sooner wert thou lost, I vis, than won !

CANZON

[ND is it by immutable Decree
(Immutable, yet cruel Ordnance I)
Ordained (still forced, I cry, " 0 strange impiety ! ")
On True Love, to impose such tyrant penance ?
That We, unto each other shall surrender
The sealed indentures of our love compacted ;
And that thereof we make such loyal tender
As best shall seem to them that so enacted !
Then list, while I advertise once again,
« Though we yield up our charters so ensealed :
Yet see that thou safeguard my counterpane!
And I, in heart, shall keep thy bond uncancelled ;
And so hereafter (if, at least, you please !)
We'll plead this Redelivery was by duress !"

CANZON 2.

T wAs hot long ago, since, like a wanton,
Froward, displeased with that if loves, I wis,
Improved, I did write fo thee, a Canton,
Wherein I seemed fo turn Love out of service.
Well said I herein, that I did but " seem" it
Loath to depart, he still retained fo me ;
Although displeased, yet each one well might deem,
He was my servant, while he wore my livery !
Pensively grieved with that, that I had done,
I wrote a Sonnet, which, by syllable,
Eat up the former, and withal craved pardon;
Vowing a large amends, as rime should able.
" But who beyond his power vows, offends !
Presumptuous as thou art ! to name Amends."

CANZON23.

H¢ coral-coloured lips, how should I portray
I Unto the unmatchable pattern of their sweet !
I A draught of blessedness I stole away
From them, when last I kissed. I taste it yet !
So did that sug'ry touch my lips ensucket.
On them, MINERVA'S honey birds do hive
Mellifluous words ; when so thou please to frame
Thy speech to entertainment ! Thence I derive
My heart's sole paradise, and my lips sweet game.
Ye are the coral gates of Temple's clarion,
Whereout the Pr¢rrlius preached divinity !
Unto thy voice bequeathed the good ARION,
His silvery lyre ! Such Poean melody
Thy voice, the organ pipe of angels quire
Trebles ! Yet, one kiss; and l'll raise them higher !

CANZON 24-
N'ro the Muses, I resign my scroll,
Who sing withvoice unto the spheres proportionable.
Sing ye ! O write ye of my loyers pure soul
Unbody it, in words inimitable !
In high sphere, then, see ye her name enrolled
On her heart throne, sits the divine As'rR,A;
Who doth the balance of ber favours hold,
Which she imparts in justice and demerit.
For virgin purity, white G^L^rE^
Doth type the sanctity of her purer spirit.
She, the fourth Grace, height PASITrIEA,
Only recorded by our first born son ;
Whom after long sleep, we shall now untomb
And her translate into ZEPnERm.
Amidst the CHAmrES, possess thy room !
THALIA in heart, zealous URANIA ;
The soul's musician, sweet THELXIONE;
Daughter of Love and Admiration !
A veil immortal shall we put on thee,
And on thy head instar the Gnosian Crown
ARIADNE doth herself undeify,
Yielding her coronal to thine installation
Now live in starry stage of heaven, a deity
And sing we, Io ZEPHERIA ] all in a rown.
" Hold [ take thy scroll ! With wing of immortality,
Thy Love is clad ! Nay, ought may her unsanctify,
But proud Disdain [" Thanks, sweet CALLIOPE

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CANZON 25.

ET hot Disdain, thy soul unsancti, fy !
Disdain, the passport for a loyer s voxv !
Unsieging, where its seeks to fortify
With deadly frowns, the canons of the brow !
Let not Disdain (the Hearse of vil'gin Graces I
The Counterpoison to unchastity !
The Leaven that doth sour the sweetest faces!)
Stain thy new purchased immortality !
'Mongst Delian nymphs, in Angels' University,
Thou, my ZEPHERIA, liv'st matriculated !
The daughters of ethereal JovE, thy deity
On holy hill, have aye perpetuatedt.
0 then, retire thy brows' artillery!
Love more ! and more bliss yet, shall honour thee !

CANZON 6.

t]HEN we, in kind embracements, had agreed
To keep a royal banquet on our lips ;
How soon, have we another feast decreed !
And how, af parting, have we mourned by fits !
Eftsoons, in absence, bave we wailed much more,
Till those void hours of intermission
Were spent ! That we might revel as before,
How have we bribèd Time for expedition !
And when remitted to our former love-plays ;
How have we, overweening in delight,
Accused the Father Sexton of the days
That, then, with eagle's wings, he took his flight !
But now, Old Man l fly on, as swift as thought !
Sith eyes from love, and hope from heart is wrought.

CANZON 27.

E'ER from a lofty pitch, hath ruade more speed,
The feather-sailing Falcon to the lute ;
Nor fairer stooped, when he on fist would feed,
Than I, ZEPHERIA ! to thine eyes allure !
Ne'er from the deep, when winds declare a tempest,
Posts with more haste the little Halcion,
Nor faster hies him to some safer test ;
Than I bave fled, from thy death-threatening frown !
Ne'er did the sun's love-mate, the gold Hetropion
Smile more resplendent lustre on ber Dear!
Nay, ever was his shine to ber more welcome,
Than thine to me, when smiling was thy cheer !
But now, my sun ! it fits thou take thy set !
And veil thy face with frowns, as with a frontlet !

CANZON 28.

HEN clear hath been thy brow, and free from wrinkle,
(Thy smoothèd brow, my soul's sole hierarchy !)
When sweetly hath appeared in cheek the dimple,
There LOVE enthroned sways powerful monarchy !
Glad have I, then, rich statues to his deity
Erected. Then, have I his altar hallowed 1
His rights, I held, with high solemnity !
His Trophy decked, and it with rosebuds strewed !
I kissed thy cheek ! Then thou, with gold artillery.
Hast him engirt, tasselled with purple twine,
(Featly contrived fo bang his quiver by)
Besides a crimson scarf fo veil his eyne :
But, see ! No sooner was he gay apparelled,
But that, false Boy ! away from us he fled !

CANZON z9.

Ow many golden days! have I set free
From tedious travail in a sadder Muse,
While I, of amours have conferred with thee l
While I, long absence never need excuse!
Sweet was Occasion! and for sweet inexplicable,
That eyes' invited guests unto thine eyes' rare ;
When, by thy dainty leave, on coral table
I fed ! 0 there, I sucked celestial air !
Amidst these sug'ry junkets thirsty, I
Have thy delicious hand, with my lips pressed !
I drew for wine, but round 'twas Ambrosie :
0 how my spirits inly that refreshed !
Yet, ay me ! since I relished this delight ;
I e'er more thirsted with a botter appetite !

CANZON 3o.

HAT ! Shall I ne'er more sec those Halcion days !
Those sunny Sabbaths ! Days of Jubilee!
Wherein I carrolled merry Roundelays,
Odes, and Love Songs ? which, being viewed by thee,
Received allowance worthy better writ !
When we, on Shepherds' Holy Days have hied
Down to the flow'ry pastures (flowers, for thy treading fit !)
Holy the day, when thou it sanctified !
When thou, ZEPHERIA, wouldst but deign to bless it,
How bave I, jealous over PHoEmm' rays,
Clouded thy Fair! Then, fearing he would guess it
By thy white brow, it bave I cinct' with bays!
But, woe is me ! that I have fenced thy beauty !
Sith other must enjoy it, and not I.

CANZON.

E" none shall equal me in my demerit,
Ikl Though happier (may it fortune) he may court
Nor shall more faithful love his suit inherit !
Ne paint like Passion, though he shew more Wit
Admit, he write ! My quill hath done as much !
Admit, he sigh ! That have I done, and more !
Admit, he weep ! These eyes have wept even such
Their tears, as hearty ; and in greater store !
Yet, nearer may he press, and swear " He dies !"
JovE (thinks he) smiles at loyers' jurament :
Prove him ! Then shalt thou final he falsely lies !
Many so threaten death, that nil experiment !
Repulsed, then will he sue to do thee service !
Said hot I well now, that " he falsely lies !"

CANZON 32.
!A'rvRE, I find, doth, once a year, hold market !
A gaudy fait of brooches and of babies ;
And bounteously to ail doth She impart it,
Yet chiefly to true Loyers, and fait Ladies.
There, may you see her dappart Com'nalty
Clad, some in purple, some in scarlet dye;
Whiles she (rich Queen l), in all her royalty,
Commands them spread their chaffer to the eye.
The buyer pays no impost, nor no fees ;
But rather to invite with wealthier pleasure,
She booths her fait with shade of broad-branched trees,
Wherein (good Queen ! ) ber care doth match ber treasure.
With wealth of more cost, Nature doth Thee beautify !
Save, careless, she bath left no shelter 'gainst thine eye

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CANZON 33.

ITHER, Chaste PHOEBE'S lqymphs flocked in procession,
Whose beauties attractive all eyes so exercised
With mazed-admire, that, for some late transgression,
Men weened heaven's angels were unparadised.
Such saints, heaven's paradise contains but few,
Their roseate beauties, Nature's wealth distained
Compared their lustre, checked her verdant hue,
They even ber purest quintessence engrained.
Anemone there stood with Daffodilly !
The purple Hyacinth, and the musk Rose l
Red Amaranthus, and the milk-bred Lily!
I came in quest ; yet would I none of those !
Unto HYPERION'$ bride, my choice I knit !
There, in her goldy leaves, my love is writ !

CANZON 34-

INCE from the full feed of thy favour's lease,
[ My thoughts (0 Time's accursed memory l)
] Were forced (such shift, alas, did iii them please !)
To crop on sedge sour and unsavoury ;
Since from their sweet refresh, ail pinèd, they
Have spent a lustre in sad widowhood ;
Since xvhen Sorrow to them hath served in pay,
Outlaws to Hope, immured from every good ;
Since from thy brow, the pompous gallery
Wherein were storised to mine eye, sweet objects,
Embroidered ail with rare imàgery;
Whose ivory floor enamelled azure frets :
Mine eye (0 woe the while [) hath been sequestered !
My heart, his grief therefore, in face hath registered.

CANZON 35.

INClZ from the flowered sweets of every blessedness,
Which from thy beauties delicate peruse
Incessantly doth flow, mine heart, like anch'ress
Aye cloistered, lives to sad and checrless Musc.
If any smiling joy fortune to fawn on me,
Suggesting to my spirit sweet content :
Anon, I article with his felicity ;
And erç mine heart vouchsafes him entertainment,
I him depose, on these Interrogatories.
First, " If he came from my ZEPHERIA ? "
Then, " If he may to light restore mine cyes,
Which long havc dwelt in dark ? " If then, he say,
" Nay ! but thy thoughts to unbend from off ber beauties,
I tome ! " eftsoons, I strangle him while in his infancy
Bettcr slay him, than ho do thee to die!

CANZON 36.

U'r if, with error and unjust suspect,
Thou shalt the burden of my gri,evance aggravate
Laying unto my charge thy love s neglect
(A load which patience cannot tolerate l)
First, to be ATLAS to my own Desire,
Then, to depress me with unkind construction ;
While to mine own griefs may I scarce respire:
This is to heap Ossa on Pelion !
0 would the reach yet of unequal censure
Might here but date his partiality ;

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EPHERIA .

Mistrust (who ne'er is ripe, till worst be thought on)
Hath my crime racked, yet to more high extensure.
And now 'ris drawn to fiat Apostasy
(So straight beset ; best, I lay hold on pardon !)
Why then, sith better i'st a penitentiary
To save, than to expose to shame's confusion.
Thy face being veiled, this penance I award,
"Clad in white sheet, thou stand in Paul's Church-
yard !"

CANZON 37-

"]HEN last mine eyes dislodgèd from thy beauty,
VtVffl Though served with Process of a parent's Writ:
M t A Supersedeas countermanding duty,
Even then, I saw upon thy smiles to sit !
Those smiles which me invited to a Party,
Disperpling clouds of faint respecting fear ;
Against the Summons which was served on me,
A larger privilege of dispense did bear.
Thine eyes' edict, the Statute of Repeal,
Doth other duties wholly abrogate,
Save such as thee endear in hearty zeal,
Then be it far from me, that I should derogate
From Nature's Law, enregistered in thee !
So might my love incur a Prcemunire.

CANZON 38.

ROM the revenue of thine Exchequer,
eyes.'
My faith, his Subsidy, did ne er detract !
Though in thy favour s book, I rest a debtor ;
Yet, 'mongst accountantswho their faith have crackt,
My naine thou findest not irrotulate [
I list not stand indebted to infame ;
(Foui them befall who pay in counterfeit I
Be they recognised in black Book of Shame !)
But if the Rent, which wont was of assize,
Thou shalt enhance, through pride and coy disdain !
Exacting double tribute to thine eyes ;
And yet encroachest on my heart's domain :
Needs must I wish (though 'gainst my foyalty),
That thou unsceptered be of Nature's royalty !

CANZON 39-

[I[7IND now, thou winged Ambassador of Wonder !
IA I Liberal dispenser of reproachful act !
ila.l Who never whisperest, but in a voice of thundel-!
Explor'st what secrecy would fain have darked !
"Tell my ZEPHERI^ ! (sith thou nill be silenced !)
My hopes on her calm smiles did them embark ;
Whose sunny shine seemed to have licensed
From them, ail fear of tempest, or of wreck.
Now, on the shelf of her brows' proud disdain,
A harbour, where they looked for asile,
The pilot who, 'fore now, did expect rain,
His bark in seas are ail ydrenched, alack the while !
Tell if, at least, she ail, through fear, excordiate,
Command thee not to peace, ere thou exordiate !"
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CANZON 40.
U if She shall attend what fortunes sequellcd
I "I he naufrage of my poor aicted bark ;
I Then tell, but tell in woràs unsyllableà !
In sighs' untunèd accents, more her fo hark
Unto the tenour of thy sadder process !
Say then, " His tears (his heart's {ntelligencers !)
Did intimate the griefs did him possess.
Crying, ZEPHERIA, unto thee ! these messengers
I send ! O these, my fores, my faith shall witness !
O these shall record loves and faith unfeignd ]
Look how my soul bathcs in their innocency ]
"vVhose dying confidence him designs unstained
Of guilty blush-note of impuHty.
(0 Death ! Highway to Lire, when Love is distained !) "
This sa{d, if cruel She, no grace vouchsafe :
Dcad, may ber Gravestone be her Epitaph !
Tro2h2ho sperar inganna.

FIIVIS.

[DEt.

SIXTY-THREE

SONNETS.

MICHAEL DRAYTON
EsQuillE.

LONDON,
Printed for JOH SMETHWICK.
i6i 9 .

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Drayton's [area Sonnets appeared in four distinct editions, the
contents of each of which varied considerably, before the fifth and final
edition of x6x9, which is printed here, and contains in ail sixty-four
sonnets. EigAleen of the sonnets in the present collection appeared
originally in the first edition of x 594,/wenty-one in the second edition
of 599, eight in the third edition of 16o2 (reprinted in 6o3), seven in
the edition of 6o 5 (reprinted three times, in 6o8, x6o, and 163).
Ten sonnets only were printed in the 6 9 edition for the first rime.
The edition in which each sonnet first saw the light is duly indicated
in this reprint.

To the Reader of these Sonnets.

[First printed in z599 (No. a), and in ail later editions.]
Vzo /Aese Loves, who u/ for tassion looks ;
Ml lhis flrsl sighl, here let Aire lay /hem by .t
Mnd seek elsewkere in lurning olher books,
Vhich beller may his labour salisfy.
N far-felcked Sigk skall ever wound my breasl !
Love front mine eye, a Tear shall never wring .t
]Vo ".,4h me ! "s my wkining sotnets drest !
M Libertine ! fantaslidy I sing !
3[y Verse is /he /rue image of my 3[t'nd,
Ever in molion, slill desiring cttange :
Mnd as lhus, tovariely htclined ;
So in all humours sporlively I range !
My Muse is rightly of lhe English strain,
That cannot long one fashion entertain.

IDEA.

[First printed in 6,9.1
[K1 an adventurous seafarer ara I,
Who hath some long and dangerous voyage
been ;
And called to tell of his discovery,
I-Iow far he sailed, what countries he had
seen ;
Proceeding from the port whence he put
forth,
Shews by his compass how his course he steered,
When East, when West, when South, and when by lqorth,
As how the Pole, to every place was reared ;
What capes he doubled, of what continent,
The gulfs and straits that strangely he had past ;
Where most becalmed, where with foui veather spent,
And on what rocks in peril tobe cast :
Thus in my Love, Time calls me to relate
bIy tedious travels, and oft-varying fate.

[.. Draylon.
I oo2 ID " A [ 594.z9.

[First printed in 599 (No. St), and in ail laver editions.]
][Y nE,R'r was slain, and none but you and I ?
Who should I think the murder should commit
Since but yourself, there was no creature by
13ut only I, guiltless of murdering iV ?
IV slew itself ? The verdict on the view
Do quit the dead, and me not accessory.
Well, well[ I fear iV will be proved of you!
Th'evidence so great a proof doth carry.
But O see! See, we need inquire no further !
Upon your lips, the scarlet drops are found [
And in your eye, the Boy that did the murder [
Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound
By this I see, however things be past,
Yet Heaven will still have murder out at last.

[First pr[nted in I599 (No. 6), and in ail laver editions.]
"IAINo my pen, with words Vo cast my xvoe,
Duly Vo count the sum of all my caves ;
find, my griefs innumerable grow :
The reck'nings vise Vo millions of despair«.
And thus dividing of my fatal hours :
The payments of my Love, I read and cross ;
Subtracting, set my Sweets unto my Sours.
My Joys' arrearage leads me Vo my loss.
And thus mine eyes a debtor Vo thine eye,
Which by extortion gaineth all their looks ;
My heart hath paid such grievous usury,
That all their wealth lies in thy ]3eauty's books,
And all is Thine which hath been due Vo me ;
And I a bankrupt, quite undone by Thee [

M. Drayton. -]

[First printed in 6oa (Io. 66), and in ail later editlons.]
RI¢3rtT Star of Beauty ! on whose Eyelids sit
A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
Which there in order take their several places.
In xvhose dear Bosom, sweet delicious Love.
Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove ;
And leaves his mother's lap, to sport him there.
Let others strive to entertain with words !
My soul is of a braver mettle made :
I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
In me's that faith which Time cannot invade !
Let what I praise, be still made good by you
Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true !

[Fil'st prlnted in T599 (No. 8), and in ail later editions.|
OTrtIl6 but "No!" and " I !", and " I !" and "No!".
" How falls it out so strangely ?" you reply.
I tell ye, Fair ! I'll hot be answered so !
With this affirming " No l", denying " I !"
I say " I love [" You slightly answer " I !".
I say " You love !" You pule me out a " No ! ".
I say " I die ! " You echo me with " I ! ".
"Save me !" I cry ; you sigh me out a " No ! ".
Must Woe and I have naught but "No!" and "I !"?
No " I l" am I, if I no more can have.
Answer no more ! With silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave !
Let " No ! " and " I ! " with I and you be so,
Then answer "No l" and "I !", and "I !" and « Nol ".

l"M. Drayton.
I8 4 / D E .4. / x594«69.

[First printed in
Ow many paltry foolish painted Things,
That now in coaches trouble every street,
Shall be forgotten (whom no Poet sings)
Ere they be well wrapped in their winding sheet !
Where I, to thee Eternity shall give !
When nothing else remaineth of these days.
And Queens hereafter shall be glad to live
Upon the altos of thy superfluous p÷aise.
Virgins and marrons, reading these my rhymes,
Shall be so much delighted with thy Story,
That they shall grieve they lived hOt in these Times,
To have seen Thee, their sex's only glory !
So shalt thou fly above the vulgar throng,
Still to survive in my immortal Song.

[First printed in x599 (No. xo), and in ail later editions.]
0VE, in a humour, played the prodigal,
And bade my Senses to a solemn feast ;
Yet more to grace the company withal,
Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest.
No other drink would serve this glutton's turn,
But precious Tears distilling from mine ey'n ;
Which with my Sighs this epicure doth burn,
Quaffing carouses in this costly wine :
Where, in his cups, o'ercome with foui excess,
Straightways he plays a swaggering ruffian's part,
And at the banquet, in his drunkenness,
Slew his dear friend, my kind and truest Heart.
A gentle warning, friends ! thus may you see,
What 'ris to keep a dr-nkard, company !

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[Fr«t pduted
Hgn's nothing grieve me, but that Age should haste,
That in my days, I may hOt see the old
That where those two clear sparkling Eyes are placed,
Only two loopholes, then I might behold [
That lovely archèd ivo-polished Brow
Defaced with wrinkles, that I might but see
Thy dainty Hair, so eurled and crispèd now,
Like grizzled moss upon some agèd tree ]
Thy Cheek, now flush with roses, sunk and lean
Thy Lips, with age as any wafer rhin
Thy pearly Teeth, out of thy head so clean,
That when thou feed'st, thy Nose shall touch thy Chin
These Lines that now scornst, which should delight thee :
Then would I make thee read, but to despite thee

[First prlnted in x6o (No. gz), and in ail later editlons.]
IS OTHER men, so I myself, do muse
Why in this sort I wrest Invention so ?
And why these giddy metaphors I use,
Leaving the path the greater part do go ?
I will resolve you ! I am lunatic !
And ever this in madmen you shall find,
\Vhat they last thought of, when the brain grew sick,
In most distraction, they keep that in mind.
Thus talking idly, in this Bedlam fit,
Reason and I (you must conceive) are twain ;
'Tis nine years now, since first I lost my Wit.
Bear with me then, though troubled be my brain !
With diet and correction, men distraught,
(Not too far past), may to their wits be brought.

r[. Draon.
IO.
[First prlnted in 59ç (No. ), and in ail hter edifions.l
O NOTHIG fitter can I thee compare,
Than fo the son of some rich penny-hther ;
Who having now brought on his end with care,
Leaves to his son, all he had heaped together.
This new rich ovice, lavish of his chest,
To one man gives ! doth on another spend l
Then here he riots! yet, amongst the rest,
Haps to lend some to one true honest ffiend.
Thy Gifts, thou in obscufity dost waste !
False friends, thy Kindness I born but to deceive thee.
Thy Love that is on the unworthy placed !
Time hath thy Beauty, which with age will leave theel
Only that little, which to me was lent,
I give thee back ! when all the rest is spent.

{First printed in g599 (No. x2). and in ail iater editions.]
Ou'IE not alone when You are still alone,
O God! from You that I could private be!
Since You one were, I never since was one ;
Since You in Me, my self since out of Me.
Transported from my Self into your Being,
Though either distant, present yet to either:
Senselessly with too much joy, each other seeing;
And only absent, when We are together.
Give me my self! and take your self again !
Devise some means but how I may forsake You !
So much is mine that doth with You remain,
That taking what is mine, with me I take You !
You do bewitch Me! 0 that I could fly
From my self You, or from your own self I !

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I2.
[Firt printed in 50q (No. T4), and in ail later edhionS.]
To the So:d.
HA'r learned Father, which so firmly proves
The Soul of Man immortal and divine,
And doth the several Offices define :
A nima, Gives her that lqame, as she the body moves.
Amor, Then is she Love, embracing Charity.
Animus, Moving a will in us, it is the Mind :
Mens, Retaining knowledge, still the same in kind.
Memoria, As intellectual, it is Memory.
Ratio, In judging, Reason only is her name.
Sensus, In speedy apprehension, it is Sense.
Conscientia, In right and wrong, they call her Conscience.
S, biritus, The Spirit, xvhen it to GODward doth inflame.
These of the Soul, the several funetions be,
Which my heart lightened by thy Love, doth
see.
I3.
[ F[rst printed in i594 (No. 21), and in ail later edition.]
To the Shadow.
ETTSRS and lines, we see are soon defaced.
Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust.
The diamond shall once consume to dust;
And freshest eolours, with foui stains disgraced.
Paper and ink tan paint but naked words.
To write with blood, of force offends the sight.
And if with tears, I find them ail too light :
And sighs and signs, a silly hope afford :
0 sweetest Shadow, how thou serv'st my turn
\¥hich still shalt be, as long as there is sun,
lqor whilst the world is, never shall be done ;
Whilst moon shall shine, or any tire shall burn :
That everything whence shadow doth proceed,
May in his shadow, my Love's story read.

I4.
[First prined in 5o (To. 7), and in all Later edidons.l
F riE, from heaven that filched that living tire,
Condemned by JovE to endless torment be !
I greatly marvel, how you still go free!
That far beyond PROtaETrmVS did aspire.
The tire he stole, although of heavenly kind,
Which from above he craftily did take,
Of liveless clods, us living men to make ;
He did bestow in retaper of the mind.
But you broke into heaven's immortal store,
Where Virtue, Honour, Wit, and Beauty lay !
Which taking thence, you have escaped away,
Yet stand as free as e'er you did before :
Yet old PROMETHEUS punished for his rape t.
Thus poor thieves suffer, when the greater 'scape.

I5.
[First printed in t6tg.]
IIis Remedy for Love.
INCE to obtain thee, nothing me will stead,
I have a Med'cine that shall cure my Love.
The powder of her Heart dried, when she is dead,
That gold nor honour ne'er had power to move ;
Mixed with ber Tears that ne'er her True Love
crost,
Nor, at tifteen, ne'er longed to be a bride ;
Boiled with her Sighs, in giving up the ghost,
That for her late deceasèd husband died ;
Into the saine, then let a woman breathe,
That being chid, did never word reply ;
With one thrice-married's Prayers, that did bequeath
A legacy to stale virginity.
If this receipt have hot the power to win me ;
Little l'll say, but think the Devil's in me I

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[First printed in x$94 (No. 6, and in ail later editions.]
An Alhsion fo t/se Pkcenix.
-OrGs'r all the ereatures in this spaeious round,
O[ the bir«s' kin«, the rhoenix is alone :
Which best by you, of living things is known ;
None like to that ! none like to you is round !
Your Beauty is the hot and splend'rous sun.
The precious spices be your chaste Desire;
Which being kindled by that heavenly tire,
Your lire, so like the Phoenix's begun.
Yourself thus burnèd in that sacred flame,
With so rare sweetness ail the heavens perfuming ;
Again increasing, as you are consuming,
Only by dying born the very saine.
And winged by Faine, you to the stars ascend !
So you, of rime shall live beyond the end.
[First prlnt«d in x$9 (No. 7), and in ail later editions.]
To Ti,ne.
TAY, speedy Time I behold, before thou pass
From Age to Age, what thou hast sought to sec!
One in whom ail the exeellencies be,
In whom Heaven looks itself as in a glass.
Time ! look thou too in this tralucent glass !
And thy youth past, in this pure mirror sec !
As the World's Beauty in his infancy,
What it was then ; and thou, before it was.
Pass on ! and to posterity tell this!
Yet sec thou tell but truly, what hath been t
Say to our nephews, that thou once hast seen
In perfect human shape, ail Heavenly Bliss !
And bid them mourn, nay more, despair with thee,
(That she is gone) her like again to seel

18.
[First printed in ;ç4 (No. 8), and in ail later editions.]
To the Celestial Numbers.
'10 Tme out World, to Learning, and to Heaven ;
Three Nines there are, to every one a Nine:
0ne number of the earth, the other both Divine,
0ne Woman now makes three odd numbers even.
Nine 0rders first, of Angels be in heaven ;
Nine Muses do, with Learning still frequent;
These with the gods are ever resident.
Nine worthy Women, to the World were given.
My worthy 0ne, to these Nine Worthies addeth
And my fair Muse, one Muse unto the Nine !
And my good Angel (in my soul, divine!),
With one more 0rder, these nine 0rders gladdeth
lIy Muse, my Worthy, and my Angel then
llakes every 0ne of these three Nines, a Ten.

I9.
[First printed in z$99 (No. 2), and in ail later editions.]
To Humour.
0ts cannot love, my pretty Heart ! and why ?
There was a time you told me that you would ;
But now again, you will the same deny!
If it might please you, would to God you could !
What, will you hate ? Nay, that you will not neither!
Nor love, nor hate ! how then ? What will you do ?
What, will you keep a mean then betwixt either ?
Or will you love me, and yet hate me too ?
Yet serres hot this ! What next, what other shift ?
You Will, and Will Not; what a coil is here !
I see your craft ! Now, I perceive your drift !
And ail this while, I was mistaken there.
Your love and hate is this, I now do prove you !
You love in hate, by hate to make me love you.

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2.
[First pr]nted in $99 (No. 22), and in all later editlons.]
N aw Spirit (your Eeauty) haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possesst ;
Which ceaseth hot to attempt me to each iii,
Nor give me once, but one poor minute's rest.
In me it speaks, xvhether I sleep or wake :
And when by means to drive it out I try,
With greater torments then it me doth take,
And tortures me in most extremity.
Before my face, it lays down my despairs,
And hastes me on unto a sudden death :
Noxv tempting me, to drown myself in tears ;
And then in sighing to give up my breath.
Thus am I still provoked to every evil,
By this good-wicked Spirit, sweet Angel-Devil.

[First printed in 69-|
WI'LESS Gallant, a young wench that wooed
(Yet his dull spirit, her not one jot could more),
Intreated me, as e'er I wished his good,
To write him but one Sonnet to his Love.
When I, as fast as e'er my pen could trot,
Poured out what first from quick Invention came ;
blor never stood one word thereof to blot :
Much like his wit, that was to use the same.
But with my verses, he his Mistress won ;
Who doated on the doit beyond ail measure.
But see! For you, to heaven for phrase I run,
knd ransack ail APOLLO'S golden treasure !
Yet by my froth, this Fool, his Love obtains :
And I lose you, for ail my wit and pains !

r[. Dryton.

22.
[First print©d in z6oa (No. 25}, and in ail lat©r editlons.]
To Folly.
['/'[I'rr fools and children, good discretion bears.
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me !
Nor older yet, nor wiser ruade by years,
Amongst the rest of fools and children be.
LovE, still a baby, plays with gauds and toys,
And like a wanzon sports with every feather ;
And idiots still are running after boys :
Then fools and children fittest to go together.
He still as young as when he first was born ;
No wiser I, than when as young as he :
You that behold us, laugh us not to scorn ;
Give Nature thanks, you are not such as we !
Yet fools and children sometimes tell in play,
8ome wise in shew, more fools indeed than they!

z3.
[First printed in t599 (No. 24}, and in ail lat©r editions.]
Ow banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn ;
Wand'ring abroad in need and beggai-y :
And wanting friends, though of a goddess born,
Yet craved the alms of such as passèd by.
I, like a man devout and charitable,
Clothèd the naked, lodged this wandering guest;
With sighs and tears still furnishing his table,
With what might make the miserable blest.
But this Ungrateful [ for my good desert,
Inticed my thoughts, against me to conspire ;
Who gave consent to steal away my heart,
And set my breast (his lodging) on a fire.
Well, well, my friendsl when beggars grow thus bold ;
No marvel then, though Charity grow cold.

24.
[First prlnted in z6o2 (No. 27), and in ail latcr editions.|
HEAR some say, "This man is hot in love! "
"Who ! can he love ? a likely thing ! " they say.
" lead but his Verse, and it will easily prove ! "
O, judge hot rashly, gentle Sir, I pray !
Because I loosely trifle in this sort,
As one that fain his sorrows would beguile :
You now suppose me, ail this rime, in sport ;
And please yourself with this conceit the while.
Ye shallow Censures ! sometimes, see ye not,
In greatest perils, some men pleasant be ;
Where Faine by death is only to be got,
They resolute ! So stands the case with me.
Where other men, in depth of Passion cry ;
I laugh at Fortune, as in jest to die !

11,

[Fitst prlnted in z599 (lqo. aS), and in ail Tarer editions.]
, Wr,i" should Nature niggardly restrain,
That foreign nations relish hot our tongue ?
Else should my Lines glide on the waves of lhine,
And crown the Pyren's with my living Song.
But bounded thus, to Scotland get you forth !
Thence take you wing unto the Orcades !
There let my Verse get glory in the north,
Making my sighs to thaw the frozen seas.
And let the Bards within that Irish isle,
To whom my Muse with fiery wings shall pass,
Call back the stiff-necked rebels from exile,
And mollify the slaughtering Gallowglass !
And when my flowing lqumbers they rehearse,
Let wolves and bears be charmèd with my Verse
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26.
[lixst printed in 1594 (No. 37), and in ail later edit|ons.]
To Des, baie.
]VER love, where never Hope appears,
Yet Hope draws on rny never-hoping care ;
And rny life's Hope would die but for Despair ;
My never-certain joy breeds ever certain fears.
Uncertain dread gives wings unto rny Hope;
Yet rny Hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to rny Hope's sphere ;
Though fear gives thern more than a heavenly scope.
Yet this large roorn is bounded with Despair,
So rny Love is still fettered with vain Hope,
And liberty deprives hirn of his scope,
And thus arn I irnprisoned in the air.
Then, sweet Despair, awhile hold up thy head !
Or ail rny Hope, for sorrow, will be dead.

27.
[First printed in x6¢.]
S NOT Love here, as 'ris in other clirnes ?
And differeth it, as do the several nations ?
Or hath it lost the virtue, with the Tirnes ?
Or in this island altereth with the fashions ?
Or have our Passions lesser power than theirs,
Who had less Art, thern lively to express ?
Is Nature grown less powerful in their heirs,
Or in out fathers, did she more transgress ?
I arn sure, rny sighs corne frorn a heart as true
As any rnan's that Mernory can boast !
And rny respects and services fo you,
Equal with his, that loves his Mistress rnost !
Or Nature rnust be partial in rny cause,
Or only You do violate her laws [

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|F[rst prnted ,n zo2 (o. 3Q, nd xl1 txte edt.]
'0 sucH as say, thy Love I overprize,
And do not stick to terre my praises, fo[[y ;
Against these fo[ks, that think themse[ves so wise,
I thus oppose my reason's forces who[[y.
Though I give more than we[[ affords my state,
In which expense, the most suppose me vain
(Which yields them nothing, at the easiest rate),
Yet, at this price, returns me treble gain.
They value hOt, unskilfu[ how to use ;
And I give much, because I gain thereby:
I that thus take, or they that thus refuse ;
Whether are these deceivèd then, or I ?
In evething, I hold this maxim stilI,
The circumstance dotk make it good or ill.

29.
[First printed in $99 (No, 9) and in 11 iatcr e.dltions.|
To t/te Senses.
HEN eonquering LOVE did first my Heart assail ;
Unto mine aid I summoned every Sense:
Doubting, if that proud tyrant should prevail,
My Heart should surfer for mine eyes' offence.
But he with beauty first corrupted Sight,
My Hearing bribed with her tongue's harmony,
My Taste by her sweet lips drawn with delight,
My Smelling won with her breath's spicery,
But when my Touching came to play his part
(The King of Senses, greater than the rest),
He yields Love up the keys unto my Heart ;
And tells the others, how they should be blest.
And thus by those, of whom I hoped for aid ;
To cruel LovE, my soul was first betrayed.

l Dravton.

[Firt pr|nted in x9 4 (No. 5), and in ;fil later editions.]
HOSE priests which first the Vestal Fire began,
Which might be borrowed from no earthly flame,
Devised a vessel fo receive the sun,
Being stedfastly opposèd to the same :
Where, with sweet wood, laid curiously by Art,
On which the sun might by reflection beat;
Receiving strength for every secret part,
The fuel kindled with celestial heat.
Thy blessèd Eyes, the sun which lights this tire
My holy Thoughts, they be the Vestal Flame !
The precious odours be my chaste Desires !
My Breast's the vessel which includes the same!
Thou art my VESTA ! Thou, my goddess art !
Thy hallowed temple only is my Heart !
[Firt prnted in z599 ('N'o. 3t), and in ail later editons.]
To tke Critics.
_ ETI-I]ts, I see some crooked Mimic jeer,
And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace ;
Turning my papers, asks, "What have we here ?"
Making withal some filthy antic face.
I fear no censure, nor what thou canst say !
Nor shall my spirit, one jot of vigour lose !
Think'st thou, my Wit shall keep the packhorse way,
That every dudgen low Invention goes ?
Since Sonnets thus in bundles are imprest,
And every drudge doth dull our satiate ear ;
Think'st thou, my Love shall in those rags be drest,
"Chat every dowdy, every trull doth wear ?
Up to my pitch, no common judgement flies !
I scorn all earthly dung-bred scarabies !

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[First printed in t$94 (No. 24), and in all ltter editions.]
To th Rvo" Anor.
[Jt floods' Queen, Thames, for ships and swans is
crowned ;
And stately Severn, for her shore is praised.
The crystal Trent, for fords and fish renowned ;
And Avon's lame, to Albion's cliffs is raised,
Carlegion Chester vaunts her holy Dee.
York, many wonders, of her Ouse can tell.
The Peak, her Dove, whose banks so fertile be:
And Kent will say, her Medway doth excel.
Cotswold commends her Isis to the Tame.
Our northern borders boast of Tweed's fair flood.
Our western parts extol their Wilis' fame ;
And the old Lea brags of the Danish blood.
Arden's sweet Ankor, let thy glory be,
That fait IDF.a only lives by thee [
33-
[First printed in 594 (No. 33), and in ail iateg editiorts.]
To Imagination.
Hmsa" yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight,
My woful Heart (imprisoned in my breast)
Wisheth to be transformèd to my sight,
That it, like those, by looking, might be blest.
But whilst mine Eyes thus greedily do gaze,
Finding their objects over-soon depart;
These now the other's happiness do praise,
Wishing themselves, that they had been my Heart.
That Eyeswere Heart, or that the Heart were Eyes,
As covetous the other's use to have.
But finding Nature, their request denies,
This to each other mutually they crave.
That since the one cannot the other be,
That Eyes could think of that my Heart could see.

[-M. Drayton.

34.
[lirst prlnted in z599 (No. 34), and in ail later edltlons.]
To A dmiration.
ARVEL not, LOVE ! though I thy power admire !
Ravished a world beyond the farthest thought,
And knowing more, than ever hath been taught,
That I am only starved in my Desire :
Marvel not, Love ! though I thy power admire
Aiming at things exceeding all perfection ;
To Wisdom's self to minister direction,
Tha.t I am only starved in my Desile :
Marvel not, LVE ! though I thy power admire
Though my Conceit I further seem to bend
Than possibly Invention can extend ;
And yet am only starved in my Desire :
If thou wilt wonder ! here's the wonder, LOVE !
That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.
35-
[First printed in 594 (No. x*), and in ail later editlons.]
To Iiracle.
OrE misbelieving and profane in Love,
Vrhen I do speak of miracles by thee,
May say, that thou art flatterèd by me ;
Who only write, my skill in Verse to prove.
See miracles ! ye Unbelieving, see !
A dumb-born Muse made to express the mind !
A cripple Hand to write, yet lame by kind !
One by thy name, the other touching thee.
Blind were mine eyes, till they were seen of thine
And mine ears deaf, by thy fame healèd be :
My vices cured by virtues sprung from thee ;
My hopes revived, which long in grave had lien.
All unclean thoughts (foul spirits) cast out in me,
Only by virtue that proceeds from thee.

M. Drayton.']
36.
[F;rst prnted in
CUPID conr«d.

Hou purblind Boy ! since thou hast been so slack
To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me ;
And suffered her to glory in my wrack :
Thus to my aid, I lastly conjure thee !
By hellish Styx (by which the Thunderer swears)!
By thy fair Mother's unavoideC, power !
By HECATE'S names! by PROSERPINE'S sad tears,
When she was rapt to the infernal bower !
By thine own lovèd PS¢CHE's ! by the rires
Spent on thine altars, flaming up to heaven !
By all true lovers' sighs, vows, and desires !
By all the wounds that ever thou hast given !
I conjure thee, by ail that I have named,
To make her love ! or, CUPID, be thou damned !

37-
[F'trst printed in zo (No. 40, and in ail later edltions.]
EAR [ why should you command me to my rest,
When now the night doth summon ail to sleep ?
Methinks, this time becometh lovers best !
Night was ordained, together friends to keep.
How happy are ail other living things,
Which, through the day, disjoined by several flight,
The quiet evening yet together brings,
And each returns unto his Love at night !
O thou that art so courteous else to ail,
Why shouldst thou, Night [ abuse me only thus !
That every creature to his kind dost call,
And yet 'tis thou dost only sever us ?
Well could I wish, it would be ever day;
If» when night cornes, you bid me go away !

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38
[First Irinted in *594 (No. 30, and in all later editlonsl|
ITTING alone, Love bids me go and write !
Reason plucks back, commanding me to stayl
Boasting that She doth still direct the way,
Or else Love were unable to indite.
Love growing angry, vexèd at the spleen,
And scorning Reason's maimèd argument,
Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent
Where She with Love conversing bath hot been.
Reason reproachèd with this coy disdain,
Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly :
And Love contemning Reason's reason wholly,
Thought it in weight too light by many a grain.
Reason put back, doth out of sight remove ;
And Love alone picks reason out of love.

39.
[ First printed in, 594 (No. aS), and in ail laler editions.]
OME, when in rhyme, they of their loves do tell ;
With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint.
Some call on heaven, some invocate on hell,
And Fates and Furies, with their woes acquaint.
Elizium is too high a seat for me.
I will hot corne in Styx or Phlegethon.
The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be.
Like they that lust, I care hot, I will none !
Spiteful ERINNYS frights me with her looks,
My manhood dares hot, with foui ATE mell.
I quake to look on HECATE'8 charming books.
I still fear bugbears in APOLLO'S cell.
I pass not for MINERVA [ nor ASTREA !
Only I call on my divine IDE4 [

M. Drayton.'l r D 4 2OI
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[First printed in x594 (No. 44)» and in all later edhions.]
¥ HEART the Anvil where my thoughts do beat ;
My words the Hammers fashioning my Desire ;
My breast the Forge including ail the heat,
Love is the Fuel which maintains the tire.
My sighs the Bellows which the flame increaseth,
Filling mine ears with noise and nightly groaning.
Toiling with pain, my labour never ceaseth ;
In grievous Passions, my woes still bemoaning.
My eyes with tears against the tire striving,
Whose scorching glede, my heart to cinders turneth :
But with those drops, the flame again reviving
Still more and more it, to my torment burneth.
With SIsYPttu$ thus do I roll the stone,
And turn the wheel with damnèd Ixo.

4 1
[First printed in z594 (No. 43), and in all later editlons.|
Love's Lunacy.
H' do I speak of joy, or write of love,
When my heart is the very den of horror ;
And in my soul the pains of hell I prove,
With ail his torments and infernal terror ?
What should I say ? What yet remains to do ?
My brain is dry with weeping ail too long.
My sighs be spent in uttering of my woe,
And I want words wherewith to tell my wrong.
But still distracted in Love's lunacy,
And Bedlamlike, thus raving in my grief.
Now rail upon her hair, then on her eye,
Now call her " Goddess!" then I call her "Thief!"
Now I deny her! then I do confess her!
Now do I curse herl then again I bless her!

l'M. Drayton.
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4 2
|First p6nted in *594 (No. 28), and in a|l hter edtlons.]
'OME men there be, which like my method well,
And much commend the strangeness of my rein.
Some say I have a passing pleasing strain,
Some say that in my humour I excel.
Some, who hOt kindly relish my conceit,
They say, as poets do I use to feign,
And in bare words paint out my Passions' pain.
Thus sundry men, their sundry minds repeat.
I pass not, I, how men affected be!
Nor who commends or discommends my Verse l
It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse!
And in my lines, if She, my love may see !
Only my comfort still consists in this;
Writing her praise, I cannot write amissl

[First printed in t6o$ (No. 43), and in ail later editions.|
[Hv should your fair eyes, with such sovere[gn grace,
Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit,
Whilst I in darkness, in the self-same place,
Get hOt one glance to recompense my merit ?
So doth the plowman gaze the wandering star,
And only rest contented with the light ;
That never learned what constellations are,
Beyond the bent of his unknoxving sight.
0 why should Beauty (custom to obey),
To their gross sense apply hersclf so ill !
Would God ! I were as ignorant as they !
When I ara made unhappy by my skill !
Only compelled on this poor good to boast,
Heavensare hOt kind to them, that knowthem most!

44.
[First printed in x599 (No. 43), ad in ail later editions.]
H1LST thus my pen strives to eternize thee,
Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face ;
Where, in the Map of all my Misery,
Is modelled out the World of my disgrace :
Whilst in despite of tyrannizing Times,
Mee^iike, I make thee young again!
Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rhymes,
And murder'st Virtue with thy coy disdain !
And though in youth, my youth untimely perish,
To keep Thee from oblivion and the grave ;
Ensuing Ages yet my Rhymes shall cherish,
Where I entombed, my better part shall save;
And though this earthly body fade and die,
My Name shall mount upon Eternity !

45.
[First printed in $99 (No. 44)» and in ail later editions.]
USES ! which sadly sit about my chair,
Drowned in the tears extorted by my lines ;
With heavy sighs, whilst thus I break the air,
Painting my Passions in these sad designs.
Since She disdains to bless my happy Verse,
The strong built Trophies to her living faine,
Ever henceforth my bosom be your hearse !
Wherein the World shall now entomb her naine.
Enclose my music, you poor senseless walls !
Sith She is deaf and will not hear my moans,
Soften yourselves with every tear that falls !
Whilst I, like OlPHeUS, sing to trees and stones.
Which with my plaint seem yet with pity moved,
Kinder than She whom I so long have loved.

l'M. Drayton.
20 ID E A. L çg«

5O-
[First printed in x$ (No. $o), and in ail later editions.]
S some countries, far remote from hence,
The wretched creature destinèd to die;
Having the judgement due to his offence,
By Surgeons begged, their Art on him to try :
Which on the living, work without remorse,
First make incision on each mastering vein,
Then staunch the bleeding, then transpierce the corse,
And with their balms recure the wounds again.
Then poison, and with physic him restore;
Not that they fear the hopeless man to kill,
But their experience to increase the more.
Even so my Mistress works upon my iii,
By curing me and killing me each hour,
Only to shew her Beauty's sovereign power.

5I.
[First printed in x6o$ (No. 50, and in all later editions.]
ALLIIgG to mind since first my Love begun,
The uncertain Times, oft varying in their course
How things still unexpectedly have run,
As it please the Fates, by their resistless force.
Lastly, mine eyes amazèdly have seen
EssEx's great fall ! TYRONE his peace to gain !
The quiet end of that long living Queen !
This King's fair Entrance ! and our peace xvith Spain
We and the Dutch at length ourselves to sever !
Thus the World doth and evermore shall reel :
Yet to my goddess ara I constant ever !
Howe'er blind Fortune turn her giddy wheel,
Though heaven and earth prove both to me untrue,
Yet am I still inviolate to You!

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52.
[Firt printed in
HAT dost thou mean, to cheat me of my heart ?
To take ail mine, and give me none again ?
Or bave thine eyes such magic, or that Art
That what they get, they ever do retain ?
Play not the Tyrant, but take some remorse !
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake !
Or cruel, if thou can'st not, let us scorse !
And for one piece of thine, my whole heart take !
But what of pity, do I speak to thee!
XVhose breast is proof against complaint or prayer :
Or can I think what my reward shall be
From that proud Beauty, which was my betrayer !
What talk I of a heart, when thou hast nonel
Or if thou hast, itis a flinty one.

53-
[First printed in t$9 4 (No. 13) , and in all later editiona.
A not/er to tAe river A nkor.
LEAR Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore,
My soul-shrined Saint, my fair IDA lives ;
0 blessed brook! whose milk-white swans adore
Thy crystal stream, refinèd by her eyes.
Where sweet myrrh-breathing ZEIHYR, in the Spring,
Gently distils his nectar-dropping showers :
Vhere nightingales in Arden sit and sing
Amongst the dainty dew-impearlèd flowers.
Say thus, fair brook, when thou shalt see thy Queen,
« Lo, here thy shepherd spent his wandering years !
And in these shades, dear Nymph ! h» oft hath been !
And here to thee, he sacrificed his tears ! "
Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone !
And thou, sweet Ankor, art my Helicon !

I-M.
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54-
[Firs! prinled in z$99 (No. 49), and in ail later editlons.]
ET read at last the Story of my Vv'oe !
The dreary a,b_stracts of my endiess cares,
With my lire s sorrow interlinèd so,
Smoked with my sighs, and blotted with my tears.
The sad Memorials of my Miseries !
Penned in the grief of mine afflicted ghost.
My Life's Complaint in doleful Elegies !
With so pure love as Time could never boast.
Receive the incense which I offer here,
By my strong faith ascending to thy lame !
My zeal, my hope, my vows, my praise, my prayer,
My soul's oblations to thy sacred Name !
Which Name, my Muse, to highest heavens shall raise,
By chaste Desire, true Love, and virtuous Praise !

55.
IFirst prinled in '5ç9 (Nx 5o), and in ail laler editions.]
[[il Y F^IR ! if thou wilt register my Love,
I[kvA 1 worl of volome hffi theeof rie !
[' ] Preserve my Tears, and thou thyself shall prove
A second Flood, down raining from mine eyes!
Note but my Sighs, and thine eyes shall behold
The sunbeams smothered with immortal smoke !
And if by thee, my Prayers may be enrolled ;
They, heaven and earth to pity shall provoke !
Look thou into my breast, and thou shah see
Chaste holy vows for my soul's sacrifice !
That soul, sweet Maid! which so hath honoured thee,
Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes.
Those eyes to my heart shining ever bright,
When darkness hath obscured each other light,

M. Drayton. I D Il 209
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56.
|Fixst printed in z$94 ÇHo. 3), and in ail later edh]ons.)
An allusion fo the Eaglets.
.HEr like an Eaglet, I first found my love,
For that the vil'tue I thereof would know,
Upon the nest I set it forth, to prove
If if were of that kingly kind or no :
But it no sooner saw my sun appear,
But on ber rays with open eyes it stood ;
To shew that I had hatched if for the air,
And rightly came from that brave-mounting brood.
And when the plumes were sunned with sweet Desire.
To prove the pinions, it ascends the skies !
Do what I eould, it needsly would aspire
To my soul's sun, those two celestial Eyes.
Thus from my breast, where it was bred alone,
It after thee is, like an Eaglet flown.

57-
[First printed in z6o5 (lq'o. 57), and in zll later edltions.]
Ou best discerned of my mind's inward eyes,
And yet your graces outwardly Divine,
Whose dear rememhrance in my hosom lies,
Too rich a relic for so poor a shrine.
You, in whom blature chose herself to view,
When she, her own perfection would admire ;
]3estowing all her excellence on you,
At whose pure eyes, Love lights his haIlowed tire;
Even as a man that in some trance hath seen
More than his wondring utterance can unfold ;
That, rapt in spirit, in hetter worlds hath heen.
So must your praise distractedly be told[
Most of all short, when I would shew you most,
In your perfections so much ara [ lost.
11. O 9

ru. Drayton.
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58.
[First prlnted in 16o5 (No. 58), and in ail later edition..]
N FORfEI times, such as had store of coin,
In wars at home, or xvhen for conquests bound,
For fear that some their treasure should purloin,
Gave it, to keep, to Spirits within the ground :
And to attend it, them as strongly tied,
Till they returned. Home when they never came,
Such as by Art to get the same bave tried,
From the strong Spirit, by no means force the saine.
Nearer men corne, that further files away !
Striving to hold it strongly in the deep.
Even as this Spirit, so you alone do play
With those rich beauties, Heaven gives you 1o keep.
Pity so left to the coldness of your blood,
Not to avail )'ou, nor do others good.

59-
[First printed in i6o2 (No. 58), and in all later edltions.]
To tgroverbs.
,]S LOVE and I late harboured in one inn,
With Proverbs thus each other entertain.
In Love there is no lack, thus I begin :
Fait words make fools, replieth he again.
lVho spares to speak, doth s#are to speed, quoth I.
As well, saith he, too forward as too slow.
Fortune assists the boldest, I reply.
A hasty man, quoth he, ne'er wanted woe .t
Labour is light, where Love, quoth I, dolh
Saith he, Light burden 's heavy, if far born.
Quoth I, The Main tost, cast the By away .t
You have sabun a fait thread, he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted,
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.

M. Drayon.
xsg«r69..I 2 r 9 E A. 2 1 I

[First printed in r594 (No. 49), and in all later editlons.]
EFINE my Weal, and tell the joys of heaven ;
Express my Woes, and shew the pains of hell!
Declare what Fate unlucky stars have given t
And ask a world upon my lire to dwell !
Make known the faith that Fortune could hOt more !
Compare my worth with others' base desert !
Let virtue be the touchstone of my Love!
So may the heavens read wonders in my heart!
Behold the clouds which have eclipsed my sun !
And view the crosses which my course do let!
Tell me, if ever since the world begun
So fait a rising, had so foui a set ?
And see, if TIldE (if he would strive to prove)
Can shew a Second to so pure a Love l

[First printed in :6t9.1
IqcE there's no help, Corne, let us klss and part !
Nay, I have done. You get no more of me !
And I am glad, yea, glad, with ail my heart,
That thus so cleanly, I my self can free.
Shake hands for ever ! Cancel ail our vows !
And when we meet at any rime again,
Be if not seen in either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retain 1
Now at the last gasp of Lov-'s latest breath.
When his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies ;
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes :
Now, if thou wouldst ! when ail have given him over,
From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover !

ÇM. Draytou.

62.
[First printed in 594 (No. 5o), and in ail later editions.]
H.E first I ended, then I first began ;
VAVt l'hen more I travelled further from my test.
1 Where most I lost, there most of all I wan ;
Pined with hunger, rising from a feast.
Methinks, I fly, yet want I legs to go;
Wise in conceit, in act a very sot.
Ravished with joy amidst a hell of woe ;
What most I seem that surest am I not.
I build my hopes, a world above the sky ;
Yet with the mole I creep into the earth.
In plenty I am starved with penury ;
And yet I surfeit in the greatest dearth.
I have, I want ; despair, and yet desire :
Burned in a sea of ice, and drowned amidst a tire.

63.
LFirst printed in t599 (No. 55). and in ail later editions.]
RucE, gentle Love! a Parley now I cravel
Methinks, 'tis long since first these wars begun.
Nor thou, nor I, the better yet can have !
Bad is the match, where neither party won.
I offer free Conditions of fair Peace !
My heart for hostage that it shall remain.
Discharge our forces ! Here, let malice cease !
So for my pledge, thou give me pledge again.
Or if no thing but death will serve thy tutu,
Still thirsting for subversion of my State,
Do what thou canst ! raze ! massacre ! and burn !
Let the World see the utmost of thy hate!
I send Defiance ! since if overthrown,
Thou vanquishing, the conquest is mine own .t

FINIS.

AMORETTI

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TO TIIE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL

SIR ROBERT NEEDHAM, KNIGHT.

lg, to gratulate your safe return from Ire-
land, I had nothing so ready, nor thought
anything so meet, as these sweet conceited
Sonnets, the deed of that well-deserving
gentleman, Master Edmond Spenser :
whose naine sufficiently warranting the
worthiness of the work, I do more confidently presume to
publish it in his absence, under your naine, to whom (in my
poo.r opinion) the patronage thereof doth in some respects
properly appertain. For, besides your judgment and delight
in learned poesy, this gentle Muse, for ber former perfection
long wished for in England, now at the length crossing the
seas in your happy company (though to yourself unknown)
seemeth to make choice of you, as meetest to give her
deserved countenance, after her return : entertain ber, then,
Right worshipful, in sort best beseeming your gentle mind,
and her merit, and take in worth my goodwill herein, who
scck no more but to show myselfyours in ail dutiful affection.

o the Iuthor.

A xK is tke day, when Phcebus' face is shrouded,
And weaker sights may wander soon asttay :
But, when they see his glorious rays unclouded,
With steady steps they keep tke perfect way :
So, while rais 3[use in foreign lands dotk stay,
Invention weeps, and pens are cast aside ;
Ttte rime, like nigttt, deprived of cheerful day ;
A ndfew do write, but (ait .t) too soon nay slide.
Then, hic thee ko»te, that art our perfect guide,
And witk thy wit illustrate Englands fame,
l)aunting thereby out neighbours' ancient pride,
That do, for poesy, dtallenge chiefest naine:
So we that lire, and ages tttat succced,
|Vitk great applause ttty learned works sttall read.
G. W. Sv.rIOI«

H. t Clin, whetlter on the lowly plain,
Piping to shepherds thy sweet roundelays :
Or wttct]er singing, in some lofty rein,
Iteroic deeds of past or present days ;
Or whettter itt thy lovely mistress' praise,
Tkou list to exet-cise tlty learned quill ;
Thy muse hatlt got such grace and poz,er to please,
With rare invention, beautifled by skill,
As who ttter«in can everjoy their flll !
0 .t therefore let that happy nuse proceed
To climb tac height of Virtue's sacred bill,
lVhere endless honour shall be ttade thy meed:
tecause no malice of succeeding days
Can rage those records of thy lasting praise.

SONNET I.
APPv, ye leaves ! when as those lily hands,
Which hold my life in their dead-doing might,
Shall handle you, and hold in love's soit bandsl
Like captives trembling at the victor's "sight.
And happy lines! on which, with starry light,
Those lampng eyes will degn sometimes to look,
And read the sorrows oi my dying spright,
Written with tears in heart's close-bleeding book.
And happy rhymes ! bath'd in the sacred brook
Of Helicon, whence she derived is ;
When ye behold that Angel's blessed
1V[y soul's long-lacked food, my heaven's bliss ;
Leaves, lines, and rhymes, seek her to please alone,
Whom if ye please, I care for other none!

SONNET II.
NQUIET thought! whom at the first I bred
Of th' inward baie of my love-pined heart ;
And sithens have with sighs and sorrows fed,
Till greater than my womb thou woxen art :
Break forth at length out of the inner part,
In which thou lurkest like to viper's brood ;
And seek some succour both to ease my smart,
And also to sustain thyself with food.
But, if in presence of that fairest proud
Thou chance to corne, fall lowly at her feet ;
And, with meek humbless and afflicted mood,
Pardon for thee, and grace for me, entreat :
Which if she grant, then lire, and my love cherish:
Ifnot, die soon ; and I with thee wii perish.

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SONNET III.

HE sovereign beauty which I do admire,
Witness the world how worthy to be praised !
The light whereof bath kindled heavenly tire
In my frail spirit, by ber from baseness raised ;
That, being now with ber huge brightness dazed,
Base thing I can no more endure to view:
But, looking still on ber, I stand amazed
At wondrous sight of so celestial hue.
So when my tongue would speak her praises due,
It stopped is with thought's astonishment ;
And, when my pen would write ber titles true,
It ravished is with fancy's wonderment :
Yet in my heart I then both speak and write
The ",vonder that my wit cannot endite.

SONNET IV.

Ew year, forth looking out of Janus' gate,
Doth seem to promise hope of new delight :
And, bidding th' old Adieu, his passed date
Bids ail old thoughts to die in dumpish spright :
And, calling forth out of sad winter's night
Fresh Love, that long hath slept in cheerless bower,
Wills him awake, and soon about him dight
His wanton wings and darts of deadly power.
For lusty Spring now in his timely hour
Is ready to corne forth, him to receive;
And warns the earth with divers-coloured flower
To deck herself, and her fait mantle weave.
Then you, fait flower! in whom fresh youth doth relgn,
Prepare yourself new love to entertan.

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SONNET V.

UDELY thou wrongest my dear heart's desire,
In finding fault with her too portly pride:
The thing which I do most in her admire,
Is of the world unworth)r most envied :
For in those lofty looks is close implied
Scorn of base things, and 'sdain of foui dishonour :
Threatening rash e)res which gaze on her so wide,
That loosely the)r ne dare to look upon her.
Such pride is praise ; such portliness is honour ;
That bolden'd innocence bears in her eyes ;
And her fair countenance, like a goodly banner,
Spreads in defiance of ail enemies.
Was never in this world aught worthy tried,
Without some spark of such self-pleasing pride.

SONNET VI.

E I/AUGHT dismayed that her unmoved mlvd
Doth still persist in her rebellious pride
Such love, hOt like to lusts of baser kind,
The harder won, the firmer will abide.
The dureful oak, whose sap is not yet dried,
Is long ere it conceive the kindling tire;
But, when it once doth burn, it doth divide
Great heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire.
So hard it is to kindle new desire
In gentle breast, that shall endure for ever:
Deep is the wound, that dints the parts entire
With chaste affects that naught but death can sever
Then think not long in taking little pain
To knit the knot, that ever shall remain.

AND PITHILIMION. . sç.

SONNET VII.

AIR eyes ! the mirror of rny mazed heart,
What wondrous virtue is contained in you,
The which both lire and death forth from you
dart,
lnto the object of your mighty view ?
For, when ye mildly look with lovely hue,
Then is my soul with lire and love inspired :
But when ye lower, or look on me askew,
Then do I die, as one with lightning fired.
But, since that life is more than death desired,
Look ever lovely, as becomes you best;
That your bright beams, of my weak eyes admired,
May kindle living tire within rny breast.
Such life should be the honour of your light,
Such death the sad ensample of your might.

SONNET VIII.

ORE than most fair, full of the living tire,
Kindled above unto the Maker near ;
No eyes but joys, in which ail powers conspire,
That to the world naught else be counted dear;
Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest
Shoot out his darts to base affections wound ;
But Angels corne to lead frail rninds to rest
In chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound.
You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within ;
You stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak ;
You calm the storm that passion did begin,
Strong through your cause, but by your virtue weak.
Dark is the world, where your light shined never ;
Well is he born, that may behold you ever.

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SONNET IX.

'ONG-while I sought to what I might compare
Those powerful eyes, which lighten my dark
spright ;
Yet find I naught on earth, to which I date
Resemble th' image of their goodly light.
Not to the Sun ; for they do shine by night ;
Nor to the Moon ; for they are changed never ;
Nor to the Stars ; for they have purer sight ;
Nor to the Fire ; for they consume not ever ;
Nor to the Lightning; for they still perséver;
Nor to the Diamond ; for they are more tender ;
Nor unto Crystal ; for nought may them sever;
Nor unto Glass ; such baseness mought offend her.
Then to the Maker self they likest be,
Whose light doth lighten ail that here we see.

SONNET X.

NRIGHTEOUS lord of love, vhat law is this,
That me thou makest thus tormented be,
The whiles she lordeth in licentious bliss
Of ber freewill, scorning both thee and me ?
See ! how the tyranness doth joy to see
The huge mass,cres which her eyes do make ;
And humbled hearts brings captive unto thee,
That thou of them mayst mighty vengeance take,
But her proud heart do thou a little shake,
And that high look, with which she doth control
Ail this world's pride, bow to a baser make,
And ail her faults in thy black book enroll :
That I may laugh at ber in equal sort,
As she doth laugh at me, and makes my pain her sport.

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SONNET XI.

AILY when I do seek and sue for peace,
And hostages do offer for my truth ;
She, cruel warrior, doth herself address
To battle, and the weary war renew.'*.h ;
Ne will be moved with reason, or with ruth,
To grant small respire to my restless toil ;
But greedily her fell intent pursu'th,
Of my poor lire to make unpitied spoil.
Yet my poor lire, all sorrows to assoil,
I would ber yield, her wrath to pacify :
But then she seeks, with torment and turmoil,
To force me live, and will hOt let me die.
Ail pain hath end, and every war hath peace ;
But mine, no price nor prayer may surcease.

SONNET XII.

NE day I sought with her heart-thrilling eyes
To make a truce, and terres to entertain :
AIl fearless then of so false enemies,
Which sought me to entrap in treason's train.
So, as I then disarmed did remain,
A wicked ambush which la), hidden long
In the close covert of her guileful eyen,
Thence breaking forth, did thick about me throng.
Too feeble I t'abide the brunt so strong,
Was forced to yield myself into their hands;
Who, me captiving straight with rigorous wrong,
Have ever since me kept in cruel bands.
So, Lad)', now to you I do complain,
Against ),our eyes, that justice I may gain.

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SONNET XIII.

N that proud port, which ber so goodly graceth,
Whiles ber fair face she rears up to the sky,
And to the ground ber eye-lids low embaseth,
Most goodly temperature ye may descry ;
1V[ild humbless, mixed with awful majesty.
For, looking on the earth whence she was born,
Her mind remember'th hcr mortality,
Whatso is fairest shall to earth return.
But that saine lofty countenance seems to scorn
Base thing, and think how she to heaven may climb ;
Treading down earth as loathsome and forlorn,
That hinders heavenly thoughts with drossy slime.
Yet lowI)z still vouchsafe to look on me;
Such lowliness shall make ),ou lofty be.

SONNET XIV.

ETURI again, my forces late dismayed,
Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite.
Great shame it is to leave, like one af raid,
So fair a piece, for one repulse so light.
'Gainst such strong castles needeth greater might
Than those small forts which ye were wont belay:
Such haughty minds, enur'd to hardy fight,
Disdain to yield unto the first assay.
Brirrg therefore all the forces that ye may,
And lay incessant battery to ber heart ;
Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, sorrow, and dismay ;
Those engines can the proudest love convert :
And, if those fail, fall down and die before her ;
So dying lire, and living do adore ber.

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SONNET XV.

E tradeful Merchants, that, with weary toil,
Do seek most precious things to make your
gain ;
And both the Indias of their treasure spoil ;
What needeth you to seek so far in vain ?
For 1o, my love doth in her self contain
Ail this world's riches that may far be round :
If sapphires, 1o, ber eyes be sapphires plain ;
If rubies, lo, ber lips be rubies sound ;
If pearls, ber teeth be pearls, both pure and round ;
If ivory, ber forehead ivory ween ;
If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground ;
If silver, ber fair hands are silver sheen :
But that which fairest is, but few behold,
Her mind adorned with virtues manifold.

SONNET XVI.

NE day as I unwarily did gaze
On those fair eyes, my love's immortal light;
The whiles my 'stonish'd heart stood in amaze,
Through sweet illusion of ber look's delight ;
I mote perceive how, in her glancing sight,
Legions of loves with little wings did fly ;
Darting their deadly arrows, fiery bright,
At every rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
Aiming his arrow at my very heart :
When suddenly, with twinkle of ber eye,
The Damsel broke his misintended dart.
Had she not so done, sure I had been slain ;
Yet as it was, I hardly scap'd with pain.

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SONNET XVII.

HE glorious portrait of that Angel's face,
Made to amaze weak men's confused skill,
And this world's worthless glory to embase,
What pen, what pencil, can express her fi117
For, though he colours could devise at will,
And eke his learned hand at pleasure guide,
Lest, trembling, it his workmanship should spill ;
Yet many wondrous things there are beside :
The sweet eye-glances, that like arrows glide ;
The charming smiles, that rob sense from the heart ;
The lovely pleasance ; and the lofty pride ;
Cannot expressed be by any art.
A greater craftsman's hand thereto doth need.
That can express the lire of things indeed.

SONNET XVII I.
HE rolling wheel that runneth often round,
The hardest steel, in tract of rime doth tear :
And drizzling drops, that often do redound,
The firmest flint doth in continuance wear:
Yet cannot I, with many a dropping tear
And long entreaty, soften her hard heart ;
That she will once vouchsafe my plaint to hear,
Or look with pity on my painful smart ;
But, when I plead, she bids me play my part ;
And, when I weep, she says, "Tears are but water,Y
And, when I sigh, she says, " I know the art" ;
And, when I wail, she turns her self to laughter.
So do I weep, and wail, and plead in vain,
Whiles she as steel and flint doth still remain.
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SONNET XIX.

HE merry cuckoo, messenger of spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded,
That warns ail loyers wait upon their king,
Who now is coming forth with garland crowned.
With noise whereof the choir of birds resounded,
Their anthems sweet, devised of love's praise,
That all the woods their echoes back rebounded,
As if they knew the meaning of their lays.
But 'mongst them all, which did love's honour raise,
No word was heard of her that most it ought ;
But she his precept proudly disobeys,
And doth his idle message set at naught.
Therefore, 0 love, unless she turn to thee
Ere cuckoo end, let her a rebel be!

SONNET XX.

N vain I seek and sue to her for grace,
And do mine humbled heart before her pour;
The whiles her foot she in my neck doth place,
And tread my life down in the lowly flower.
And yet the lion that is lord of power,
And reigneth over every beast in field,
In his most pride disdaineth to devour
The silly lamb that to his might doth yield.
But she, more cruel, and more savage wild,
Than either lion or the lioness,
Shames hOt to be with guiltless blood defileà,
But taketh glory in her cruelness.
Fairer than fairest ! let none ever say,
That ye were blooded in a yielded prey.

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SONNET XXI.

As it the work of nature or of art,
Which tempered so the feature of her face,
That pride and meekness, mixed by equal
part,
Do both appear t'adorn her beauty's grace ?
For with mi]d pleasance, which doth pride displace,
She to her love doth ]ookers' eyes allure ;
And, with stern countenance, b.ack again doth chase
Their looser looks that stir up lusts impure ;
With such strange terres her eyes she doth inure,
That, with one look, she doth my life dismay;
And with another doth it straight recure ;
Her stalle me draws ; her frown me drives away.
Thus doth she train and teach me with her looks.;
Such art of eyes I never read in books !

SONNET XXII.

HIS holy season, fit to fast and pray,
Men to devotion ought to be inclined :
Therefore, I likewise, on so holy day;
For my sweet saint some service fit will find.
Her temple fair is built within m¥ mind,
In which her glorious image placed is,
On which m¥ thoughts do da}, and night attend,
Like sacred priests that never think amiss !
There I to her, as th' author of my bliss,
Will build an altar to appease her ire ;
And on the same my heart will sacrifice,
Burning in flames of pure and chaste desire :
The which vouchsafe, O goddess, to accept,
Amongst thy dearest relics to be kept.

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SONNET XXIII.

ENELOPE, for her Ulysses' sake,
Devis'd a web her wooers to deceive ;
In which the work that she ail da, did make,
The saine at night she did again unreave:
Such subtle craft m, damsel doth conceive,
Th' importune suit of my desire to shun :
For all that I in many days do weave,
In one short hour I find by her undone.
So, when I think to end that I begun,
I must begin and never bring to end :
For with one look she spills that long I spun ;
And with one word m, whole year's work doth rend.
Such labour like the spider's web I find,
Whose fruitless work is broken with least wind.

SONNET XXIV.

HEN I behold that beauty's wonderment,
And rare perfection of each goodly part ;
Of nature's skill the only complement ;
I honour and admire the Maker's art
But when I feel the bitter, baleful smart,
Which her fair eyes unwares do work in me,
That death out of their shiny beams do dart;
I think that I a new Pandora see,
Whom ail the Gods in council did agree
Into this sinful world from heaven to send ;
That she to wicked mena scourge should be,
For all their faults with which they did offend.
But, since ye are my scourge, I will entreat,
That for my faults ye vill me gently beat.

SONNET XXV.

'Ow long shall this like dying lire endure,
And know no end of her own misery,
But waste and wear away in terms unsure,
'Twixt fear and hope depending doubtfu||y
Yet better were at once to let me die,
And shew the last ensample of your pride ;
Than to torment me thus with cruelty,
To prove your power, which I too well have trie&
But yet if in your hardened breast ye hide
A close intent at last to shew me grace ;
Then all the woes and wrecks which I abide,
As means of bliss I gladly will embrace ;
And wish that more and greater they might be,
That greater meed at last may turn to me.

SONNET XXVI.

VEET iS the rose, but grows upon a briar ;
Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough ;
Sweet is the eglantine, but pricketh near ;
Sweet is the fir-bloom, but his branch
rough ;
Sweet is the cypress, but his rind fs tough;
Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill ;
Sweet is the broom-flower, but yet sour enough ;
And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
So every sweet with souris tempered still,
That maketh it be coveted the more :
For easy things, that may be got at will,
Most sorts of men do set but little store.
Why then should I account of little pain,
That endless pleasure shall unto me gain !

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SONNET XXVII.

AIR Proud! now tell me, why should fair be
proud, ,
Sith ail world s glory is but dross unclean,
And in the shade of death itself shall shroud,
However now thereof ye little ween !
That goodly idol, now so gay beseen,
Shall doff ber flesh's borrow'd fair attire,
And be forgot as it had never been,
That many now much worship and admire !
Ne any then shall after it inquire,
Ne any mention shall thereof remain,
But what this verse, that never shall expire,
Shall to your purchase with her thankless pain !
Fair ! be no longer proud of that shall perish ;
But that, which shall you make immortal, cherish.

SONNET XXVIII.

HE laurel-leaf, which you this day do wear,
Gives me great hope of your relenting mind :
For since it is the badge which I do bear,
Ye, bearing it, do seem to me inclin'd :
The power thereof, which oft in me I find,
Let it likewise your gentle breast inspire
With sweet infusion, and put you in mind
Ofthat proud maid, whom now those leaves attire,--
Proud Daphne, scorning Phoebus' lovely tire,
On the Thessalian shore from him did fly :
For which the gods, in'their revengeful ire,
Did her transform into a laurel-tree.
Then fly no more, fait Love, from Phoebus' chase,
But in your breast his leaf and love embrace.

AND

SONNET XXIX.

EE ! how the stubborn damsel doth deprave
My simple meaning with disdainful scorn ;
And by thc bay, which I unto ber gave,
Accounts mysclf her captive quitc forlorn.
Thc bay (quoth she) is of thc victors born,
Yieldcd them by thc vanquish'd as thcir meeds,
And thcy thcrewith do pocts' heads adorn,
To sing thc glory of their famous decds.
But sith she will thc conqucst challenge needs,
Let her acccpt me as hcr faithful thrall ;
That her great triumph, which my skill cxceeds,
[ may in trump of faine blazc over all.
Then would I deck her hcad with glorious bays,
And fill thc world with hcr victorious praise.

SONNET XXX.

Y LOYE is like to ice, and I to tire ;
How cornes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat ?
Or how comes it that my exceed[ng heat
Is hot delay'd by her heart-frozen cold ;
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold !
What more miraculous thing ma), be told,
That tire, which all things melts, should harden ice ;
And ice, which is congeal'd with senseless cold,
Should kindle tire by wonderful device!
Such is the power of love in gentle rnind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

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SONNET XXXI.

H ! why hath nature to so hard a heart
Given so goodly gifts of beauty's grace !
Whose pride depraves each other better part,
And ail those precious ornaments deface.
Sith to ail other beasts of bloody race
A dreadful countenance she given hath ;
That with their terror all the test may chase,
And warn to shun the danger of their wrath.
But my proud one doth work the greater scathe,
Through sweet allurement of her lovely hue ;
That she the better may in bloody bath
Of such poor thralls her cruel hands embrue.
But, did she know how ill these two accord,
Such cruelty she would have soon abhor'd.

SONNET XXXII.

HE painful smith, with force of fervent heat,
The hardest iron soon doth mollify;
Fhat with his heavy sledge he can it beat,
And fashion to what he it list apply.
Yet cannot all these flames, in which I fry,
Her heart more hard than iron sort a whit ;
Ne all the plaints and prayers, with which I
Do beat on th' anvil of her stubborn wit
But still, the more she fervent sees my fit,
The more she freezeth in her wilful pride ;
And harder grows, the harder she is smit
With all the plaints which to herbe applied.
What then remains but I to ashes burn,
And she to stones at length ail frozen turn !

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SONNET XXXIL
REAT wrong ! do, !can t hot deny,
To that most sacred Empress, my dear dread,
Not £nishing her Queen of Faery,
Ehat more enlarge her living praises, dcad.
But Lodwck, this of grace to me aread ;
Do ye not think th' accomplishment of t
Sutcent work for one man's smple head,
Ail were t, as the rest, but rudely writ ?
How then should I, without another wit,
Thnk ever to endure so tedious toil
Sth that ths one is toss'd wth troublos fit
Of a proud love, that doth my spirit spoil.
Cease then, till she vouchsafe to grant me rest ;
Or lend you me another living breast.

SONNET XXXIV.

IV.E as a ship, that through the ocean wide.
By conduct of some star, doth make her way;
When as a storm hath dim'd ber trusty guide
Out of her course doth wander far astray !
So I, whose star, that wont with her bright ray
Me to direct, with clouds is over-cast,
Do wander now, in darkness and dismay,
Through hidden perils round about me placed ;
Yet hope I well that, when this storm is past,
My Helice, the loadstar of my lire,
Will shine again, and look on me at last,
With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief,
Till then I wander careful, comfortless,
In secret sorrow, and sad pensiveness.

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SONNET XXXV.

¥ HUNGRV eyes, through greedy covetise
Still to behold the object of their pain,
With no contentment can themselves suffice ;
But, having, pine ; and, having not, complain.
For, lacking it, they cannot lire sustain ;
And, having it, they gaze on it the more ;
In their amazement like Narcissus vain,
Whose eyes him starv'd : so plenty makes me poor.
Yet are mine eyes so filled with the store
Of that fair sight, that nothing else they brook,
But loathe the things which they did like before,
And can no more endure on them to look.
Ail this world's glory seemeth vain to me,
And all their shows but shadows, saving she.

SONNET XXXVI.

ELL me, when shall these weary woes have end,
Or shall their ruthless torment never cease ;
But ail my days in pining languor spend,
Without hope of assuagement or release ?
Is there no means for me to purchase peace,
Or make agreement with her thrilling eyes ;
But that their cruelty doth still increase,
And daily more augment my miseries ?
But, when ye have shown ail extremities,
Then think how little glory ye have gained
By slaying him, whose life, though ye despise,
Might have your life in honour long maintained.
But by his death, which some perhaps will moan,
Ye shall condemned be of many aone.

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SONNET XXXVII.

HAT guile is this, that those ber golden tresses
She doth attire under a net of gold ;
And with sly skill so cunnlngly them dresses,
That which is gold, or hair, may scarce be told ?
Is it that men's frail eyes, which gaze too bold,
She mal, entangle in that golden snare ;
And, being caught, mal, craftily enfold
Their weaker hearts, which are hot well aware ?
Take heed, therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,
In which, if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of ber bands ye by no means shall get.
Fondness it were for any, being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden be I

SONNET XXXVIII.

RION, when, through tempest's cruel wrack,
He forth was thrown into the greedy seas;
Through the sweet music, whîch his harp did
make,
Allur'd a dolphin him from death to case.
But my rude music, which was wont to please
Some dainty ears, cannot, with any skill,
The dreadful tempest of ber wrath appease,
Nor move the dolphin from her stubborn will,
But in her pride she doth pers6ver still,
Ail careless how my lire for her decays :
Yet with one word she can it save or spill.
To spill were pity, but to save were praise !
Choose rather tobe praised for doing good,
Than to be blam'd for spilling guiltless blood.

236 A,oREz'Z',r AND .PIT"ttALAItlIOIV. [l.Spen«,r.,sçs.

SONNET XXXlX.

WEET smile ! the daughter of the Queen of Love,
Expressing ail thy mother's powerful art.
With which she wonts to temper angry Jove,
When all the gods he threats with thundering
dart :
Sweet is thy virtue, as thy self sweet art.
For, when on me thou shined'st late in sadness,
A melting pleasance ran through every part,
And me revived with heart-robbing gladness,
Whilst rapt with joy resembling heavenly madness,
My soul was ravish'd quite as in a trance;
And, feeling thence, no more her sorrow's sadness,
Fed on the fulness of that cheerful glance,
More sweet than nectar, or ambrosial meat,
Seem'd every bit which thenceforth I did eat.

SONNET XL.

ARK when she smiles with amiable cheer,
And tell me whereto can ye liken it ;
When on each eyelid sweetly do appear
An hundred graces as in shade to sit.
Likest it seemeth, in my simple wit,
Unto the fair sunshine in summer's day;
That, when a dreadful storm away is flit,
Through the broad world doth spread his goodly ray ;
At sight whereof, each bird that sits on spray,
And every beast that to his den was fled,
Cornes forth afresh out of their late dismay,
And to the light lift up their drooping head.
So my storm-beaten heart likewise is cheered
With that sunshine, when cloudy looks are cleared.

E'Spenser"l»gS..J ///'ORTTI .AND .PITH4L4IION. 237

SONNET XLI.

S IT her nature, or is it her will,
To be so cruel to an humbled foe ?
If nature ; then she may it mend with skill :
If will ; then she at will may will forego.
But if her nature and ber will be so,
That she will plague the man that loves ber most,
And take delight t' increase a wretch's woe;
Then ail ber nature's goodly gifts are lost:
And that saine glorious beauty's idle boast
Is but a bait such wretches to beguile,
As, being long in her love's tempest toss'd,
She means at last to make her piteous spoil.
O fairest fair! let never it be named,
That so fait beauty was so foully shamed.

SONNET XLII.

HE love which me so cruclly tormenteth,
So pleasing is in my extremest pain,
That, all the more my sorrow it augmenteth,
The more I love and do embrace my bane.
Ne do I wish (for wishing were but vain)
To be acquit fro my continual smart ;
But joy, her thrall for ever to remain,
And yield for pledge my poor captivéd heart ;
The which, that it from ber may never start,
Let her, if please ber, bind with adaroant chain :
And from ail wandering loves, which more pervert
His sale assurance, strongly it restrain.
Only let her abstain from cruelty,
And do me not belote my time to die.

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SONNET XLIII.

HALL I then silent be, or shall I speak ?
And, if I speak, her wrath renew I shall ;
And, if I silent be, my heart will break,
Or choked be with overflowing gall.
What tyranny is this, both my heart to thrall,
And eke my tongue with proud restraint to rie ;
That neither I may speak nor think at ail,
Eut like a stupid stock in silence die!
Yet I my heart with silence secretly
Will teach to speak, and my just cause to plead ;
And eke mine eyes, with meek humility,
Love-learned letters to her eyes to read ;
Which her deep wit, that true heart's thought can spell,
Will soon conceive, and learn to construe well.

SONNET XLIV.

HEN those renowned noble Peers of Greece,
Through stubborn pride, amongst themselves
did jar,
Forgetful of the famous golden fleece ;
Then Orpheus with his harp their strife did bar.
But this continual, cruel, civil war,
The which my self against my self do make ;
Whilst my weak powers of passions warréd are ;
No skill can stint, nor reason can aslake.
But, when in hand my tuneless harp I take,
Then do I more augment my foes' despite ;
And grief renew, and passions do awake
To battle, fresh against my self to fight.
'Mongst whom the more I seek to settle peace,
The more I find their malice to increase.

E'Spenser'l*sO-a *'4AIORETTI AND EI'II'ttALAJIIOI¢. 289

SONNET XLV.

EAVE, lady! in your g]ass of crystal clean,
Your goodly self for evermore to view :
And in my self, my inward self, I mean,
Most live]y like behold your semblance true.
Within my heart, though hardly it can shew
Thing so divine to view of earthly eye,
The fair Idea of your celestial hue
And every part remains immortally :
And were it hot that, through your cruelty,
With sorrow dimmed and deformed it were,
The goodly image of your visnomy,
Clearer than crystal, would therein appear.
But, if yourself in me ye plain will see,
Remove the cause by which your fair beams darkened be.

SONNET XLVI.

HEN my abode's prefixed time is spent,
My cruel fair straight bids me wend my way:
But then from heaven most hideous storms are
sent,
As willing me against her will to stay.
Whom then shall I, or heaven or her, obey ?
The heavens know best what is the best for me."
But as she will, whose will my lire doth sway,
My lower heaven, so it perforce must be.
But ye high heavens, that all this sorrow see,
Sith ail your tempests cannot ho]d me back,
Assuage your storms, or else both you, and she,
Will both together me too sorely wrack.
Enough it is for one man to sustain
The storms, whch she alone on me doth rain.

240 /11IORETTI AND PITH,4L,4MION. LI-E'SPens"sgs"

SONNET XLVII.

RUST not the treason of those smiling looks,
Until ye have their guileful trains well tried :
For they are like but unto golden hooks,
That from the foolish fish their baits do bide :
So she with flattering smil¢s weak hearts doth guide
Unto ber love, and tempt to their decay ;
Whom, being caught, she kills with cruel pride,
And feeds at pleasure on the wretched prey:
Yet, even whilst ber bloody hands them slay,
Her eyes look lovely, and upon them smile ;
That they take pleasure in ber cruel play,
And, dying, do themselves of pain beguile.
O mighty charm ! which makes men love their banc,
And think they die with pleasure, lire with pain.

SONNET XLVIII.

NNOCENT paper ; whom too cruel hand
Did make the matter to avenge ber ire:
And, ere she could thy cause well understand,
Did sacrifice unto the greedy tire.
bVell worthy thou to have round better h/re,
Than so bad end for heretics ordained ;
Yet heresy nor treason didst conspire,
But plead thy master's cause, unjustly pained.
Whom she, all careless of his grief, constrained
To utter forth the anguish of his heart :
And would hot hear, when he to her complained
The piteous passion of his dying smart.
Yet live for ever, tbough against ber will,
And speak her good, though she requite it iii.

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SONNET XLIX.

AIR cruel ! why are ye so tierce and cruel ?
Is it because your eyes have power to kill ?
Then know that mercy is the Mighty's jewel
And greater glory think, to save than spill.
But if it be your pleasure, and proud will,
To shew the power of your imperious eyes ;
Then not on him that never thought you iii,
But bend your force against your enemies :
Let them feel th' utmost of your cruelties ;
And kill with looks, as cockatrices do :
But him, that at your footstool humbled lies,
With merciful regard give mercy to.
Such mercy shall you make admir'd tobe ;
So shall you lire, by giving lire to me.

SONNET

ONG languishing in double malady
Of my heart's wound, and of my body's grief ;
There came to me a leech, that would apply
Fit medicines for my body's best relief.
Vain man, quoth I, that hast but little prier
In deep discovery of the mind's disease ;
Is hot the heart of ail the body chier,
And rules the members as itself doth please ?
Then, with some cordials, seek first to appease
The inward languor of my wounded heart,
And then my body shall have shortly ease :
But such sweet cordials pass physician's art.
Then, my life's leech ! do your skill reveal ;
And, with one salve, both heart and body heal.
Il. Q 9

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SONNET LI.

O I hot see that fairest images
Of hardest marble are of purpose ruade,
For that they should endure through many
ages,
Ne let their famous monuments to fade ?
Why then do I, untrained in lover's trade,
Her hardness blame, which I should more commend ?
Sith never aught was excellent assayed
Which was hot hardt' achieve and bring to end.
Ne aught so hard, but he, that would attend,
More soften it and to his will allure :
So do I hope her stubborn heart to bend,
And that it then more steadfast will endure:
Only my pains will be the more to get her;
But, having her, my joy will be the greater.

SONNET LII.

00FT as homeward I from her depart,
I go like one that, having lost the field,
Is prisoner led away with heavy heart,
Despoiled of warlike arms and knowen shield.
So do I now myseif a prisoner yield
To sorrow and to solitary pain ;
From presence of my dearest dear exiled,
Long-while alone in languor to remain.
There let no thought ofjoy, or pleasure vain,
Dare to approach, that may my solace breed ;
But sudden dumps, and dreary sad disdain
Of ail world's gladness, more my torment feed.
So I her absence will my penance make,
That of her presence I my meed may take.

E. Spense,.',»9».a ORTTI AND PITH4L41l"ION. 243

SONNET LIII.

HE Panther, knowing that his spotted hide
Doth please ail beasts, but that his looks them
fray ;
Within a bush his dreadful head doth hide,
To let them gaze, whilst he on them may prey."
Right so my cruel fair with me doth play ;
For, with the goodly semblance of her hue,
She doth allure me to mine own decay,
And then no mercy will unto me shew.
Great shame itis, thing so divine in view,
Made for to be the world's most ornament,
To make the bait her gazers to embrue :
Good shames to be to iii an instrument !
But mercy doth with beauty best agree,
As in their Maker ye them best ma¥ see.

SONNET LIV.

IF THIS world's theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator, idly sits;
Beholding me, that all the pageants play,
Disguising diversely my troubled wits.
Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,
And mask in mirth like to a comedy :
Soon after, when m¥ joy to sorrow flits,
I wail, and make m¥ woes a tragedy.
Y'et she, beholding me with constant eye,
Delights not in my mirth, nor rues my smart :
But, when I laugh, she mocks ; and, when I cry,
She laughs, and hardens evermore her heart.
What then can more ber ? if nor mirth nor moan,
She is no woman, but a senseless stone.

244 ../].IOIETTI AND EPITH,,L,,MIO2V.

SONNET LV.

O OFT as I her beauty do behold,
And therewith do her cruelty compare,
I marvel of what substance was the mould,
The which ber ruade at once so cruel fair.
Not earth ; for ber high thoughts more heavenly are :
Not water ; for her love doth burn like tire :
Not air; for she is not so light or rare :
Not tire ; for she doth freeze with faint desire.
Then needs another element inquire
Whereof she more be made, that is, the sky.
For to the heaven ber haughty looks aspire :
And eke her mind is pure immortal high.
Then, sith to heaven ye likened are the best,
Be like in mercy as in ail the test.

SONNET LVI.

AIR ye be sure, but cruel and unkind,
As is a tiger, that with greediness
Hunts after blood; when he by chance doth
find
A feeble beast, doth felly him oppress.
Fair be ye sure, but proud and pitiless,
As is a storm, that ail things doth prostrate;
Finding a tree alone ail comfortless,
Beats on it strongly, it to ruinate.
Fair be ye sure, but hard and obstinate,
As is a rock amidst the raging floods ;
'Gainst which, a ship, of succour desolate,
Doth surfer wreck both of herself and goods.
That ship, that tree, and that saine beast, ara I.
Whom ye do wreck, do ruin, and destroy.

LSpcnstr.']zSç».. 2"tJIORETTI AND IPITHILIMION. 245

SONNET LVII.

WEET warrior! when shall I have peace with you
High time it is this war now ended were
Which I no longer tan endure to sue,
Ne Four incessant batt'r F more to bear:
So weal mF powers, so sore m F wounds, appear,
That wonder is how I should live a jot,
Seeing m F heart through-lanced everïwhere
With thousand arrows, which Four eFes have shot :
Yet shoot Fe sharplF still, and spare me hot,
But glor)" think to male these cruel stours,
Ye cruel one ! what glorï can be got,
In slaFing him that would live gladlï Fours.t
Male peace therefore, and grant me timelï grace,
That all m F wounds will heal in little space.

SONNET LVIII.

IBy er tttat is tost assured to cr self.
EAK is th' assurance that weak flesh
re ,poseth
In her own power, and scorneth other s aid ;
That soonest falls, when as she most supposeth
Herself assured, and is of naught afraid.
AIl flesh is frail, and ail her strength unstaFed,
Like a vain bubble blowen up with air ;
Devouring time and changeful chance bave preF'd
Her glory's pride that none may it repair.
Ne none so rich or wise, so strong or fair,
But faileth, trusting on his own assurance ;
And he, that standeth on the highest stair,
Falls lowest; for on earth naught bath endurance.
Why then do )te, proud fair, misdeem so far,
That to yourself )'e most assured are !

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SONNET LIX.

HRICE happy she! that is so well assured
Unto herself, and settled so in heart,
That neither will for better be allured,
Ne feared with worse to any chance to start ;
But, like a steady ship, doth strongly part
The raging waves, and keeps her course aright ;
Ne aught for tempest doth from it depart,
Ne aught for fairer weather's false delight.
Such self-assurance need not fear the spire
Of grudging foes, ne favour seek of friends :
But, in the stay of her own steadfast might,
Neither to one herself nor other bends.
Most happy she, that most assur'd doth rest ;
But he most happy, who such one loves best.

SONNET LX.

HE¥, that in course of heavenly spheres
skilled,
To every planet point his sundry year:
In which her circle's voyage is fulfilled,
As Mars in threescore years doth run his sphere.
So, since the winged god his planet clear
Began in me to more, one year is spent :
The which doth longer unto me appear,
Than all those forty which my lire out-went.
Then by that count, which loyers' books invent,
The sphere of Cupid forty years contains,
Which I have wasted in long languishment,
That seemed the longer for rny greater pains.
But let my love's fair Planer short ber ways,
This year ensuing, or else short my days.

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SONNET LXI.

HE glorious image of the Maker's beauty,
My sovereign saint, the idol of my thought,
Dare hot henceforth, above the bounds of duty,
T' accuse of pride, or rashly blame for aught.
For being, as she is, divinely wrought,
And of the brood of Angels heavenly born ;
And with the crew of blessed Saints upbrought,
Each of which did her with their gifts adorn ;
The bud ofjoy, the blossom of the morn,
The beam of light, whom mortal eyes admire ;
What reason is it then but she should scorn
Base things, that to her love too bold aspire ?
Such heavenly forms ought rather worshipped be,
Than date be lov'd bymen of mean degree.

SONNET LXII.

HE weary year his race now having run,
The new begins his compass'd course anew :
With show of morning mild he hath begun,
Betokening peace and plenty to ensue.
So let us, with this change of weather view,
Change eke our minds, and former lires amend:
The old year's sins forepast let us eschew,
And fly the faults with which we did offend.
Then shall the new year's joy forth freshly send,
Into the glooming world, his gladsome ray:
And all these storms, which now his beauty blend,
Shall turn to calms, and timely clear away.
So, likewise, Love ! cheer you your heavy sprght,
And change old year's annoy to new delight.

SONNET LXIII.

FTER long storms and tempests' sad assay,
Which hardly I endured heretofore,
In dread of death, and dangerous dismay,
With which my silly bark was tossed sore:
I do at length descry the happy shore,
In which I hope ere long for to arrive :
Fair soil it seems from far, and fraught with store
Of all that dear and dainty is alive.
Most happy he ! that can at last achieve
The joyous safety of so sweet a rest ;
Whose least delight sufficeth to deprive
Remembrance of all pains which him oppressed.
AI1 pains are nothing in respect of this ;
All sorrows short that gain eternal bliss.

SONNET LXIV.

O.ntG to kiss her lips (such grace I found,)
Me seemed, I smelt a garden of sweet flowers,
That dainty odours from them threw around,
For damsels fit to deck their loyers' bowers.
Her lips did smell like unto gillyflowers ;
Her ruddy cheeks, like unto roses red ;
Her snowy brows, like budded bellamoures ;
Her lovely eyes, like pinks but newly spread ;
Her goodly bosom, like a strawberry bed ;
Her neck, like to a bunch of Columbines ;
Her breast, like lilies, ere their leaves be shed ;
Her nipples, like young blossomed jessamines :
Such flagrant flowers do give most odorous smell ;
But her sweet odour did them ail excel.

SONNET LX

Hv. doubt which ye misdeem, fair love, is vain,
That fondly fear to lose your liberty ;
When, losing one, two liberties ye gain,
And make him bond that bondage erst did fly.
Sweet be the bands, the which true love doth fie
Without constraint, or dread of any il l
The gentle bird feels no captivity
Within her cage; but sings, and feeds her fill.
There pride date not approach, nor discord spill
The league 'twixt them, that loyal love bath bound :
But simple truth, and mutual good-will,
Seeks with sweet peace, to salve each other's wound :
There faith doth fearless dwell in brazen tower,
And spotless pleasure builds her sacred bower.

SONNET LXVI.

O ALL those happ}, blessings, which }'e have
With plenteous hand by heaven upon you
thrown ;
This one disparagement they to you gave,
That ye your love lent to so mean a one.
Ye, whose high worth's surpassing paragon
Could not on earth bave round one fit for mate,
Ne but in heaven matchable to none,
Why did ye stoop unto so lowly state ?
But ye thereby much greater glory gat,
Than had ye sorted with a prince's peer:
For, now your light doth more itself dilate,
And, in my darkness, greater doth appear.
Yet, since your light hath once illumined me,
With my reflex },ours shall increased be.

SONNET LXVII.

[ KE as a huntsman after weary chase,
Seeing the game from him escap'd away,
Sits down to test him in some shady place,
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
So, after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase forsook,
The gentle deer returned the self-saine way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook :
There she, beholding me with milder look,
Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide ;
Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,
And with her ovn goodwill her firmly tied.
Strange thing, me seemed, to see a beast so wild,
So goodly won, with ber own will beguil'd.

SONNET LXVIII.

OST glorious Lord of lire ! that, on this day,
Did'st make thy triumph over death and sin ;
And, having harrow'd hell, did'st bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win :
This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin ;
And grant that we, for whom thou diddest die,
Being with thy dear blood clean wash'd from sin,
May live for ever in felicity !
And that thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love thee for the saine again ;
And for thy sake, that all like deer did'st buy,
With love rnay one another entertain !
So let us love, dear love, like as we ought :
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

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SONNET LXIX.

HE famous warriors of antique world
Used trophies to erect in stately wise ;
In which they would the records bave enroll'd
Of their great deeds and valorous emprize.
What trophy then shall I most fit devise,
In which I may record the memory
Of my Iove's conquest, peerless beauty's prize,
Adorn'd with honour, love, and chastity !
Even this verse, vow'd to eternity,
Shall be thereof immortal monument ;
And tell her praise to all posterity,
That may admire such world's rare wonderment ;
The happy purchase of my glorious spoil,
Gotten at last with labour and long toil.

SONNET LXX.

RESH Spring, the herald of love's mighty king,
In whose coat-armour richly are displayed
All sorts offlowers, the which on earth do spring,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed ;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid,
Yet in her winter's bower hot well awake ;
Tell her the joyous rime will not be stayed,
Unless she do him by the forelock take ;
Bid her therefore herself soon ready make,
To wait on Love amongst his lovely crew ;
Where every one, that misseth then ber make,
Shall be by him amerced with penance due.
Make haste, therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime
For none tan call again the passed rime.

-E. Spenser.
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SONNET LXXI.

Jo¥ to see how, in your drawen work,
¥ourself unto the bee ye do compare ;
And me unto the spider, that doth lurk
In close await, to catch ber unaware :
Right so yourself were caught in cunning snare
Of a dear foe, and thralled to his love;
In whose straight bands ye now captivéd are
So firmly, that ye never may remove.
But as your work is woven ail above
With woodbine flowers and fragrant eglantine ;
So sweet your prison you in rime shall prove,
With many dear delights bedecked fine.
And all thenceforth eternal peace shall see
Between the spider and the gentle bee.

SONNET LXXII.

FT, when my spirit doth spread her bolder wings,
In mind to mount up to the purest sky;
It clown is weighed with thought of earthly
things,
And clogged with burden of mortality ;
Where, when that sovereign beauty it doth spy,
Resembling heaven's glory in ber light,
Drawn with sweet pleasure's bait, it back doth fly,
And unto heaven forgets ber former flight.
There my frail fancy, fed with full delight,
Doth bathe in bliss, and mantleth most at ease;
Ne thinks of other heaven, but how it might
Her heart's desire with most contentment please.
Heart need not wish none other happiness,
But here on earth to have such heaven's bliss.

SONNET LXXIII.

EING myself captivéd here in care,
My heart, whom none with servile bands can tie,
But the fait tresses of your golden hair,
Breaking his prison, forth to you doth fly.
Like as a bird, that in one's hand doth spy
Desired food, to it doth make his flight:
Even so my heart, that wont on your fait eye
To feed his fill, files back unto your sight.
Do you him take, and in your bosom bright
Gently encage, that he may be your thrall :
Perhaps he there may learn, with rare delight,
To sing your naine and praises over ail :
That it hereafter may you hot repent,
Him lodging in your bosom to bave lent.

SONNET LXXIV.

OST happy letters! fram'd by skilful trade,
With which that happy naine was first design'd,
The which three rimes thrice happy bath me
ruade,
With gifts of body, fortune, and of mind.
The first my being to me gave by kind,
From mother's womb deriv'd by due descent:
The second is my sovereign Queen most kind
That honour and large riches to me lent:
The third, my love, my life's last ornament,
B¥ whom tuf spirit out of dust was raised :
To speak her praise and glory excellent,
Of ail alive most worthy to be praised.
Ye three Elizabeths ! for ever live,
That three such graces did unto me give.

I-V.. Spnr.

SONNET LXXV.

'NE day I wrote her name upon the strand ;
But came the waves, and washed it away :
Again, I wrote it with a second hand ;
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize ;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so, quoth I, let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame :
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where, when as death shall all the world subdue,
Out love shall live, and later lire renew.

SONNET LXXVI.

.IAIR bosom ! fraught with virtue's richest treasure
The nest of love, the lodging of delight,
The bower of bliss, the paradise of pleasure,
The sacred harbour of that heavenly spright ;
How was I ravish'd with your lovely sight,
And my frail thoughts too rashly led astray!
Whiles diving deep through amorous insight,
On the sweet spoil of beauty they did prey ;
And twixt her paps (like early fruit in May,
Whose harvest seemed to hasten now apace),
They loosely did their wanton wings display,
And there to rest themselves did boldly place.
Sweet thoughts ! I envy your so happy rest,
Which oft I wish'd, yet never was so blest.

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SONNET LXXVII.

IAs it a dream, or did I see it plain ;
A goodly table of pure ivory,
Ail spread with junkets, fit to entertain
The greatest Prince with pompous royalty :
'Mongst which, there in a silver dish did lie
Two golden apples of unvalued price ;
Far passing those which Hercules came by,
Or those which Atalanta did entice;
Exceeding sweet, yet void of sinful vice ;
That many sought, yet none could ever taste ;
Sweet fruit of pleasure, brought from Paradise
By Love himself, and in his garden placed.
Her breast that table was, so richly spread ;
My thoughts the guests, which would thereon bave fed.

SONNET LXXVIII.

AcKING my love, I go from place to place,
Like a young fawn, that late hath Iost the hind ;
And seek each where, where last I saw her face,
Whose image yet I carry fresh in mind.
I seek the fields with her late footing signed ;
I seek ber bower with her late presence deck'd ;
Yet nor in field nor bower I ber can find ;
Yet field and bower are full of her aspect :
But, when mine eyes I thereunto direct,
They idly back return to me again :
And, when I hope to see their true object,
I find myself but fed with fancies vain.
Cease then, mine eyes, to seek herself to see ;
And let my thoughts behold herself in me.

SONNET LXXIX.

EN call you fair, and you do credit it,
For that yourself ye daily such do see :
But the true fair, that is the gentle wit,
And virtuous mind, is much more praised of me :
For ail the rest, however fair it be,
Shall turn to naught and lose that glorious hue ;
But only that is permanent and free
From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensue.
That is true beauty: that doth argue you
To be divine, and born of heavenly seed ;--
Deriv'd from that fair Spirit, from whom ail true
And perfect beauté' did at first proceed :
He only fair, and what He fair bath ruade ;
/kll other fair, like flowers, untimely fade.

SONNET LXXX.

FTER so long a race as I have run
Through Faery land, which those six books
compile,
Give leave to rest me being half foredone,
And gather to myself new breath awhile.
Then, as a steed refreshed after toil,
Out of my prison I will break anew ;
And stoutly will that second work assoil,
With strong endeavour and attention due.
Till then give leave to me, in pleasant mew
To sport my muse, and sing my love's sweet praise;
The contemplation of whose heavenly hue,
My spirit to a higher pitch will raise :
But let her praises yet be low and mean,
Fit for the handmaid of the Faery Queen.

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SONNET LXXXI.
AIR is my love, when ber fair golden hairs
With the loose wind waving y'e chance to mark;
Fair, when the rose in ber red cheeks appears ;
Or in ber eyes the tire of love doth spark.
Fair, when her breast, like a rich laden bark,
With precious merchandise she forth doth lay;
Fair, when that cloud of pride, which oft doth dark
Her goodly light, with smiles she drives away.
But fairest she, when so she doth display,
The gate with pearls and rubies richly dight ;
Through which ber words so wise do make their way
To bear the message of ber gentle spright.
The rest be work of nature's wonderment :
But this the work of heart's astonishment.

SONNET LXXXII.

Ov of my lire! full oft for loving ),ou
I bless my lot, that was so lucky placed :
But then the more your own mishap I rue,
That arc so much by so mcan love cmbascd ;
For, had the equal heavens so much ¥ou graccd
In this as in thc rest, ye mote invent
Some hcavenl¥ wit, whose verse could havc enchascd
Your glorious name in golden monument.
But since yc deigned so goodly to relent
To me your thrall, in whom is little worth
That little, that I ara, shall all be spcnt
In sctting your immortal praiscs forth:
Whosc lofty" argument, uplifting me,
Shall lift you up unto an high degree.
IL R 9

SONNET LXXXIII.
lin ail early editions, this sonnet i numbered LXXXIV., and the sucoeeding imem-ç are
numbered LXXXV. ,e »te. But the sonnet origlnlly beaded LXXXlII. iæ a repetition o!
the sonnet already larintedas number XXXV. That sonnet is hot repeated here, and the
numbering is altered ac¢ordingly.]
ET hot one spark of filthy lustful tire
Break out, that may her sacred peace molest ;
Ne one light glance of sensual desire
Attempt to work ber gentle mind's unrest :
But pure affections breed in spotless breast,
And modest thoughts breath'd from well-tempered sprites,
Go visit her in her chaste bower of rest
Accompanied with angel-like delights.
There fill yourself with those most joyous sights,
The which myself could never yet attain :
But speak no word to her of these sad plights,
Which her too constant stiffness doth constrain.
Only behold her rare perfection,
And bless your fortune's fair election.

SONNET LXXXIV.

HE world that cannot deem of worthy things,
When I do praise her, say I do but flatter:
So does the cuckoo, when the mavis sings,
Begin his witless note apace to clatter.
But they that skill hot of so heavenly matter,
Ail that they know hot envy or admire ;
Rather than envy, let them wonder at her,
But hot to deem of her desert aspire.
Deep, in the closet of my parts entire,
Her worth is written with a golden quill,
That me with heavenly fury doth inspire,
And my glad mouth with her sweet praises fill :
Which when as Faine in her shrill trump shall thunder,
Let the world choose to env), or to wonder.

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SONNET LXXXV.

ENoMous tongue tipp'd with vile adders' sting,
Of that self kind with which the Furies fell
Their snaky heads do comb, from which a
spring
Of poisoned words and spiteful speeches well ;
Let all the plagues, and borrid pains, of hell
Upon thee fall for thine accursed hire
That with false forged lies, which thou didst tell,
In my truc love did stir up coals of ire,
The sparks whereof let kindle thine own tire,
And, catching hold on thine own wicked head,
Consume thee quite, that didst with guile conspire
In my sweet peace such breaches to bave bred!
Shame be thy meed, and mischief thy reward,
Due to thy self, that it for me prepared !

SONNET LXXXVI.

INCE I did leave the presence of my love,
Many long weary days I have outworn ;
And many nights, that slowly seemed to more
Their sad protract from evening until morn.
For, when as day the heaven doth adorn,
I wish that night the noyous day would end :
And, when as night hath us of light forlorn,
I wish that day would shortly reascend.
Thus I the rime with expectation spend,
And fain my grief with changes to beguile,
That further seems his terre still to extend,
And maketh every minute seem a toile.
So sorrow still doth seem too long to last ;
But joyous hours do fly away too fast.

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SONNET LXXXVII.

INCE I have lack'd the comfort of that light,
The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray;
I wander as in darkness of the night,
Afraid of every danger's least dismay.
Ne aught I see, though in the clearest da>,,
When others gaze upon their shadows vain,
But th' only image of that heavenly ray,
Whereof some glance doth in mine eye remain.
Of which beholding the Idea plain,
Through contemplation of my purest part,
With light thereof I do myself sustain,
And thereon feed my love-affamish'd heart :
But, with such brightness whilst I fill my mind,
I starve my body, and mine eyes do blind.

SONNET LXXXVlII.

IKE as the Culver, on the bared bough,
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate;
And, in her songs, sends man), a wishful vow
For his return that seems to linger late :
So I alone, now left disconsolate,
Mourn to myself the absence of my love ;
And, wandering here and there ail desolate,
Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove.
Ne joy of aught that under heaven doth hove
Can comfort me, but her own joyous sight :
Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move,
In her unspotted pleasance to delight.
Dark is my da),, whiie her fair light I miss,
And dead my life that wants such lively bliss.

Fidessa, more
chaste than

kind.

By B. GRIFFIN, Gent.

At LONDON.
Printed by the Widow O R w s,
for IATTHEW Lowss.
596.

To the most kind and virtuous Gcntleman,
Master W I L L I A M E s s . x of
Lamebourne, in the Coun ty of
Berk[shire], Esquire.
SIR,
T MAY seem strange that I should be thus far bold
to make choice of yourself, a Patron of so slender
a work ; especially being so little known unto you
as I am: but, howsoever, I protest what is done,
proceeded from the unfeigned love I bear unto you, your own
demerit, your friends' hope, and the good report of all men.
All which are lively witnesses of your love to the Muses,
your grace with Fortune, and your lame with the World;
quickened in your birth, increased in your travails, and living
after death.
Deign, sweet Sir, to pardon the matter ! judge favourably
of the manner I and accept both I So shall I ever test yours,
In all dutiful affection,
Yours ever,
B. GRI FFIN.

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To the Gentlemen of the
Inns of Court.

Co UR TEO U GENTLEMEN.
. T tAV please you, entertain with patience this ioov
I pamlbhlet ! unworthy I confess so worthy atronage.
If I abresume, I crave iardon ! if off'nd, it is the first.
fruit of any my uritings ! if dislike: I can be but
sorry ! Swret Gentlemen, censure mildly, as protectors of a poor
stranger ! judge the best, as encouragers of a young beginner ! So
shall I make tre relbort of your undeserved favours ; and you st;ail
be yourselves ever courteous !
In this hope, if lromise may go for outrent, I willingly make
the saine unto you, of a Pastoral, yet unfinished ; that my lUr, bose
was to bave added, for variety sake, fo this litlle volume of Sonnets.
The next Terre you may ex]ect it I In the meantime, I wholly
rely on your gentle accettance.
Yours ever,
B. G R , ,v ,v , t¢.

TO FIDESSA.

SONNET I.

Fertur Fortunam Fortuna favere /erenti.

IDESSA fair !

Blest
Mother,
H]gh-thoughted,
laden,
Like pleasing
other.
Sweet model of thy far renownèd Sire!
Hold back a while thy ever-giving hand !
And though these free penned lines do nought require
(For that they scorn at base Reward to stand),
Yet crave they most, for that they beg the least !
Dumb is the message of my hidden grief,
And store of Speech by silence is increased ;
0 let me die, or purchase some relief!
Bounteous FIDESSA cannot be so cruel
As for to make my heart, ber Fancy's fuel !

long live a happy maiden !
from thy cradle, by a worthy
like to her, with bounty
grace affording, one and

SONNET Il.
Ow, can that piercing crystal-painted eye,
l'hat gave the onset to my high aspiring,
Yielding each look of mine a sweet reply,
Adding new courage to my heart's desiring ?
How tan it shut itself within her ark,
And keep herself and me both from the light ;
Making us walk in all misguiding dark,
Aye to remain, in confines of the night ?
How is it that so little room contains it,
(That guides the Orient, as the world, the Sun)
Which once obscured, most bitterly complains it,
Because it knows and rules whate'er is done.
The reason is, that they may dread her sight
Who doth both give, and take away their light.

SONNET III.
ElUS, and young AIoNIs sitting by ber,
Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him ;
She told the youngling, how god MARS did try her,
And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.
" Even thus," quoth she, "the wanton god embraced me !"
And then she clasped AIolIS in her arms ;
" Even thus," quoth she, " the warlike god unlaced me ! "
As if the boy should use like loving charms.
But he, a wayward boy, refused the offer,
And ran away ! the beauteous Queen neglecting ;
Showing both folly fo abuse her proffer,
And ail his sex, of cowardice detecting.
0 that I had my Mistress at that bay !
To kiss and clip me, till I ran away !

FIDESsx.

SONNET IV.
Iz) you ometimes three German brethren see ;
Rancour 'twixt two of them so raging rire,
That th'one could stick the other with his knife ?
Now if the third assaulted chance tobe
By a fourth stranger ; him set on the three [
Them two 'twixt whom afore was deadly strife,
Made one to rob the stranger of his life.
Then do you know our state as well as we !
Beauty and Chastity, with her were born,
Both af one birth ; and up with her did grow.
Beauty, still foe to Chastity was sworn ;
And Chastity sworn fo be Beauty's foe :
And yet when I lay siege unto her heart,
Beauty and Chastity both take her part !

SONNET V.

IRRAI(3NED, poor captive at the Bar I stand ;
The Bar of Beauty, bar to ail my joys,
And up I hold my ever trembling hand,
Wishing, or life, or death to end annoys.
And when the Judge doth question of the guilt,
And bids me speak : then, sorrow shuts up words !
Yea, though he say," Speak boldly, what thou wilt l"
Yet my confused affects no speech affords.
For why ? Alas, my Passions have no bound -'.
For fear of death that penetrates so near;
And still one grief another doth confound,
Yet doth at length a way to speech appear.
Then, for I speak too late, the Judge doth give
His sentence, that "in prison, I shall live ! "

SONNET VI.
NHAPPY sentence ] Worst of worst of pains,
To be in darksome silence, out of ken,
Banished from all that bliss the world contains,
And thrust from out the companies of men.
Unhappy sentence ] Worse than worst of deaths,
Never fo see FIDESSA'S Iovely face !
0 better were I ]ose ten thousand breaths,
Than ever lire in such ,anseen disgrace !
Unhappy sentence ! Worse than pains of hel],
To lire in self-tormenting griefs alone ;
Having my heart, my prison and my cell,
And there consumed, without relief fo moan
If that the sentence sg unhappy be,
Then what am I, that gave the saine fo me ?

SONNET Vil.

FT have mine Eyes, the Agents of mine Heart
(False traitor Eyes conspiring my decay I)
Pleaded for grace with dumb and silent art,
Streaming forth tears, my sorrows to allay.
Moaning the wrong, they do unto their Lord,
Forcing the cruel Fair, by means to yield ;
Making her, 'gainst her will, some grace t'afford;
And striving sore, at length to win the field,
Thus work they means to feed my fainting hope,
And strengthened hope adds matter to each thought ;
Yet when they ail come to their end and scope,
They do but wholly bring poor me, to nought.
She'll never yield ! although they ever cry;
And therefore we must ail together die !

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SONNET VIII.
I-IEF-LIRGING Guest ! great cause have I fo plain me,
Yet hope persuading hope expecteth grace,
And saith, " None but myself shall ever pain me !"
But grief, my hopes exceedeth, in this case.
For still my fortune ever more doth cross me,
By worse events than ever I expected ;
And, here and there, ten thousand ways doth toss me,
With sad remembrance of my time neglected.
These breed such thoughts as set my heart on tire,
And like fell hounds, pursue me to my death.
Traitors unto their sovereign Lord and Sire,
Unkind exactors of their father's breath.
Whom, in their rage, they shall no sooner kill
Than t.hey themselves, themselves unjustly spill !

SONNET IX.

¥ SPOTLESS love, that never yet was talnted,
My loyal heart, that never can be moved,
My growing hope, that never yet hath fainted,
My constancy, that you full well have proved :
AIl these consented bave, to plead for grace,
These all fie crying at the door of Beauty !
This wails ! this sends out tears ! this cries apace [
Ail do reward expect of faith and duty !
lqow either thou must prove th'unkindest one ;
And as thou fairest art, must cruelest be !
Or else, with pity, yield unto their moan !
Their moan that ever will importune thee.
Ah, thou must be unkind, and give denial ;
And I, poor I, must stand unto my trial [

SONNET X.

LP hot, sweet Love, the wings of my Desire,
Although it soar aloft, and mount too high :
But rather, bear with me, though I aspire,
For I have wings to bear me to the sky.
What though I mount, there is no sun but thee !
And sith no other sun, why should I fear ?
Thou wilt not burn me, though thou terrify !
And though thy brightness do so great appear.
Dear ! I seek not to batter down thy glory ;
Nor do I envy that thy hope increaseth !
0 never think, thy fame doth make me sorry !
For thou must lire by fame, when beauty ceaseth.
Besicles, since from one foot we both did spring,
Why should not I, thy fame and beauty sing ?

SONNET Xl.

INGED with sad woes, why doth fair ZEPH,R blow
Upon my face (the map of discontent) ?
Is it to have the weeds of sorrow grow
So long and thick, that they will ne'er be spent
" No, fondling! No ! It is to cool the tire
Which hot Desire within thy breast hath made.
Check him but once, and he will soon retire ! "
0 but he sorrows brought which cannot fade.
"The sorrows that he brought, he took from thee,
Which fait FmEssA span, and thou must wear!
Yet hath she nothing done of cruelty,
By (for her sake) to try what thou wilt bear ! "
Corne, sorrows ! come ! You are to me assigned
l'Il bear you ail ! It is FmESsA's mind !

SONNET XII.

IF my heavenly sighs must prove annoy
(Which are the sweetest music to my heart),
Let it suffice, I count them as my joy!
Sweet bitter joy, and pleasant painful smart !
For when my breast is clogged with thousand cares,
That my poor loaded heart is like to break ;
Then every sigh doth question " How it fares ?"
Seeming to add their strength, whieh makes me weak.
Yet, for they friendly are, I entertain them ;
And they too well are pleasèd with their host.
But I, had hot FIIBSS,,. been, ere now, had slain them !
It's for her cause they lire ! in her, they boast !
They promise help, but when they sec her face ;
They fainting, yield ! and dare hot sue for graee I

SONNET XIII.

OMPARE me to the child that plays with tire !
Or to the fly that dieth in the flame !
Or to the foolish boy that did aspire
To touch the Glory of high heaven's frame !
Compare me to LEANDER struggling in the waves,
Not able to attain his safety's shore !
Or to the slck, that do expect their graves l
Or to the captive crying evermore !
Compare me to the weeping wounded hart,
Moaning with tears the period of his life 1
Or to the boar that will hot feel the smart,
When he is stricken with the butcher's knife 1
No man to these, can fitly me compare :
These lire to die ! I die to lire in care!

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SONNET XIV.
HEN silent sleep had closèd up mine eyes,
My watchful mind did then begin to muse;
A thousand pleasing thoughts did then arise,
That sought by slights, their master to abuse.
I saw (O heavenly sight !) FII)ESSA'S tace,
And fait dame Nature blushing to behold it !
Now did She laugh ! now wink ! now stalle apace !
She took me by the hand, and fast did hold it !
Sweetly her sweet body did She lay down by me,
"Alas, poor wretch," quoth She, " great is thy sorrow !
But thou shall comfort find, if thou wilt try me !
I hope, sir boy ! you'll tell me news to-morrow !"
With that, away She went ! and I did wake withal :
When, ah ! my honey thoughts were turned to gall.

SONNET XV.
ARE-CHARMER Sleep ! Sweet ease in rest]ess misery!
The captive's liberty, and his freedom's song!
Balm of the bruised heart ! Man's chief felicity !
Brother of quiet Death, when life is too too long
A Comedy it is ! and now an History !
What is not sleep unto the feeble mind ?
It easeth him that toils, and him that's sorry !
It makes the deaf to hear ; to see, the blind !
Ungentle Sleep ! thou helpest all but me !
For when I sleep, my soul is vexèd most.
It is FID-SSA that doth master thee !
If She approach ; alas, thy power is lost !
But here She is ! See, how he runs amain !
I fear, at night, he will not corne again.

SONNET XVI.
,OR I have lovèd long, I crave reward!
Reward me not unkindly Think on kindness
Kindness becometh those of high regard ;
Regard with clemency a poor man's blindness
Blindness provokes to pity, when it crieth ;
It crieth " Give " Dear Lady, shew some pity
Pity, or let him die, that daily dieth
Dieth he not oft, who often sings this ditty
This ditty pleaseth me, although it choke me.
Methinks, dame EcHo weepeth at my moaning,
Moaning the woes, that to complain provoke me.
Provoke me now no more ; but hear my groaning t
Groaning both day and night, doth tear my heart :
My hea doth know the cause, and triumphs in the smart.

SONNET XVII.
WE'r stroke ! (so might I thrive as I must praise)
But sweeter hand that gives so sweet a stroke !
The Lute itself is weetest when she plays.
But what hear I ? A string, through fear, is broke !
The Lute doth shake as if it were afraid.
O, sure, some goddess holds it in her hand !
A Heavenly Power that oit hath me dismayed,
Yet such a power as doth" in beauty stand!
Cease Lute ! my ceaseless suit will ne'er be heard !
(Ah, too hard-hearted She that will not hear it !)
If I but think on joy, my joy is marred !
My grief is great, yet ever must I bear it !
But love twixt us, will prove a faithful page ;
And she will love my sorrows to assuage 1
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SONNET XVIII.

SHE must love my sorrows to assuage.
0 God [ what joy felt I when She did smile l
\Vhom killing grief before did cause to rage.
(Beauty is able Sorrow to beguile)
Out, traitor Absence! thou dost hinder me l
And mak'st my Mistress often to forger,
Causing me to rail upon her cruelty,
Whilst thou my suit injuriously dost let I
Again, her Presence doth astonish me,
And strikes me dumb, as if my Sense were gone.
Oh ! is not this a strange perplexity ?
In presence, dumb! she hears not absent moan!
Thus absent, presence ; present, absence maketh :
That, hearing my poor suit, she it mistaketh I

SONNET XIX.
V PAIN paints out my love in doleful Verse.
(The lively Glass wherein she may behold it !)
My Verse her wrong to me doth still rehearse,
But so, as it lamenteth to unfold it.
Myself with ceaseless tears my harms bewail,
And her obdurate heart not to be moved.
Though long-continued woes my senses rail,
And curse the day, the hour when first I loved..
She takes the Glass, wherein herself She sees,
In bloody colours cruelly depainted ;
And her poor prisoner humbly on his knees,
Pleading for grace, with heart that never fainted :
She breaks the Glass ! alas, I cannot choosel
But grieve that I should so, my labour lose.

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SONNET XX.
,REAT iS ]le joy tha no ongue can express !
Fair babe, new born, how much dost thou delight
me !
But what, is mine so great ? Yea, no whit less !
So great, that of ail woes it doth acquite me.
It's fair FI).ssA that this comfort bringeth,
Who sorry for the wrongs, by her procured,
Delightful tunes of love, of true love singeth ;
Wherewith her too chaste thoughts were ne'er inured.
"She loves," she saith, "but with a love hot blind."
Her love is counsel that I should hOt love ;
But upon virtues, fixa stayed mind.
But what ! This new-coined love, love doth reprove !
If this be love of which you make such store ;
Sweet ! love me less, that you may love me more I

SONNET XXI.

E THAT will C/ESAR be, or else hot be,
(Who can aspire to C)ES^R'S bleediug faine !)
M ust be of high resolve ; but what is he
That thinks to gain a second CSAR'S naine ?
Whoe'er he be that climbs above his strength,
And climbeth high ; the greater is his rail !
For though he sit awhile, we sec at length,
His slippery place no firmness hath af ail !
Great is his bruise that falleth from on high.
This warneth me that I should hot aspire ;
Examples should prevail ! I care not, I !
I perish must, or have what I desire !
This humour doth with mine full well agree.
I must FtDSSA's be, or else not bel

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SONNET XXII.
T w^s of love, ungentle gentle boy
That thou didst corne and harbour in my breast ;
Not of intent my body to destroy,
And have my soul, with restless cares opprest.
But sith thy love doth turn unto my pain,
Return to Greece, sweet lad ! where thou wast born.
Leave me alone my griefs to entertain
If thou forsake me, I am less forlorn ;
Although alone, yet shall I find more ease.
Then see thou hie thee hence, or I will chase thee!
Men highly wrongèd, care not to displease
My fortune hangs on thee
Yet, at thy farewell, play a friendly part ;
To make amends, fly to FIDESSA'S heart

SONNET XXIII.
LY fo her heart ! Hover about her heart !
Vith dainty kisses, mollify her heart !
Pierce with thy arrows, her obdurate heart !
With sweet al]urements ever move her heart [
At midday and at midnight, touch her heart !
Be lurking closely, nestle about her heart [
With power (thou art a god l) command her heart !
Kindle thy coals of love about her heart !
Yea, even into thyself, transform her heart [
Ah, she must love ! Be sure thou have her heart !
And I must die, if thou have hOt her heart !
Thy bed (if thou test well) must be her hemoE !
He hath the best part sure, that hath her heart,
What have I hot ? if I have but her heart !

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SONNET XXIV.
OERIVltG is past! Ah, I must sink and drown,
And that in sight of long descrièd shore !
I cannot send for aid unto the town !
AIl help is vain, and I must die therefore.
Then poor distressèd caitiff, be resolved
To leave this earthly dwelling fraught with tare !
Cease will, thy woes ! Thy corpse in earth involved,
Thou diest for ber that will no help prepare.
O see, my case, herself doth now behold !
The casernent open is! She seems to speak!
ButSheisgone! Othen Idarebebold
And needs must say, " She caused my heart to I;leak !"
I die before I drown, O heavy case !
It was because I saw my Mitress's face.

SONNET XXV.
OMPARE me to PYGMALION with his Image 'sotted !
For (as was he) even so, ara I deceived.
The shadow only is to me allotted,
The substance hath of substance me bereaved.
Then poor and heIpIess, must I wander still
In deep laments to pass succeeding days,
Welt'ring in woes, that poor and mighty kill.
0 who is mighty, that so soon decays !
The dread Almighty hath appointed so,
The final period of ail worldly things.
Then as in time they corne, so must they go.
(Death common is to beggars and to kings)
For whither do I run beside my text ?
I run to death» for death must be the next !

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SONNET XXVI.
HE silly bird that hastes unto the net,
And flutters to and fro till she be taken,
Doth look some food or succour there to get,
But loseth life: so much is she mistaken !
The foolish fly that fleeth to the flame
With ceaseless hovering, and with restless flight,
Is burnèd straight to ashes in the saine,
And finds her death, where was her most delight.
The proud aspiring boy, that needs would pry
Into the secrets of the highest seat,
Had some conceit to gain content thereby,
Or else his folly, sure, was wondrous great.
These did through folly perish ail and die :
And, though I know it ! even so do I !

SONNET XXVII.

]OoR worm, poor silly worm, alas, poor beast !
Fear makes thee hide thy head within the ground,
Because of creeping thlngs thou art the least ;
Yet every foot gives thee thy mortal wound.
But I, thy fellow worm, am in worse state ;
For thou thy sun enjoyest, but I want mine
I lire in irksome night, O cruel fate!
My sun will never fise, nor ever shine.
Thus blind of light, mine eyes misguide my feet,
And baleful darkness makes me still afraid ;
lIen mock me when I stumble in the street,
And wonder how my young sight so decayed.
Yet do I joy in this, even when I fall,
That I shall see again, and then see all I

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SONNET XXVIII.
Ez.t, may my soul, immortal and divine,
That is imprisoned in a lump of clay,
Breathe out laments until this body pine.
That from ber takes ber pleasures ail away.
Pine then, thou loathèd prison of my lire !
Untoward subject of the least aggrievance !
O let me die! Mortality is rire !
Death cornes by wounds, by sickness, care, and chance.
O earth, the time will corne when l'Il resume thee,
And in thy bosom make my resting-place ;
Then do not unto hardest sentence doom me!
Yield, yield betimes! I must, and will have grace!
"Richly shalt thou be entombed ! since for thy grave,
FDSS^, fait FIDSS^ [ thou shalt have !"

SON N ET XXIX.
AR17H ! take this earth wherein my spir[ts languish !
Spirits, leave this earth that doth in griefs retain !
Griefs, chase this earth, that it may fade with
anguish !
Spirits, avoid these furies which do pain you !
O leave your loathsome prison ! Freedom, gain you !
Your essence is divine ! Great is your power !
And yet you moan your wrongs and sore complain you,
Hoping for joy, which fadeth every hour !
O Spirits, your prison loathe, and freedom gain you :
The Destinies, in deep laments, bave shut you,
Of mortal hate ! because they do disdain you !
And yet of joy that they in prison put you.
Earth, take this earth with thee to be enclosed !
Lire is to me, and I to it, opposed !

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ONNET XXX.
EEP now no more, mine eyes; but be you drowned
In your own tears, so many years distilled !
And let her know, that at them long hath frowned,
That you can weep no more, although She willed,
This hap, her cruelty hath her allotten,
Who whilom was Commandress of each part ;
That, now, her proper griefs must be forgotten,
By those true outward signs of inward smart.
For how can he, that hath hot one tear left him,
Stream out those floods that're due unto her moaning;
When, both of eyes and tears She hath bereft him ?
0 yet I'll signify my grief with groaning !
True sighs, true groans shall echo in the air
And say, " FIDESSA, though most cruel, is most fair ["

SONNET XXXI.
OGtJE, never cease fo sing FIDESSA'S praise t.
Heart, however she deserve, conceive the best!
Eyes, stand amazed to see her beauty's rays !
Lips, steal one kiss, and be for ever blest !
Hands, touch that hand wherein your life is closed !
Breast, lock up fast in thee thy life's sole treasure!
Arms, still embrace, and never be disclosed !
Feet, run to her, without, or pace, or measure!
Tongue, heart, eyes, lips, hands, breast, arms, feet,
Consent to do true homage to your Queen !
Lovely, fait, gentle, wise, virtuous, sober, sweet !
Whose like shall never be, hath never been !
O that I were all tongue, her praise to shew ;
Then surely my poor heart were freed from woe!

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SONNET XXXII.
ORd- sick of laie, Nature her due would bave,
Great was my pain where stil] my mind did rest ;
No hope but heaven ! no comfort but my grave,
Which is of comforts both the last and least ]
But on a sudden, th'A]mighty sent
Sweet ease fo the distressed and comfortless,
And gave me longer rime for to repent ;
With health and strength, the foes of feebleness.
Yet I my hea]th no sooner 'gan recover,
But my o]d thoughts, though full of cares, retained,
Made me, as erst, become a wretched loyer
Of her, that Love and loyers aye disdained.
Then was my pain, with ease of pain increased,
And I ne'er sick until my sickness ceased.

SONNET XXXIII.

E that would fain 'IDESSA'S image see,
My face, of force, may be his looking-glass !
There is she portrayed, and her crueity !
Which as a svonder, through the world must pass.
But were I dead, she would hot be betrayed.
It's I, that 'gainst my will, shail make it known !
Her cruelty by me, must be bewrayed :
Or I must hide my head, and live alone.
l'Il pluck my silver hairs from out my head,
And wash away the wrinkles of my face !
Closely immured l'Il live, as I were dead,
Before She surfer but the least disgrace !
How can I hide that is already known ?
I have been seen, and have no face but one!

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SONNET XXXIV.

I Pleasure ! fie ! Thou cloy'st me with delight ;
Sweet thoughts, you kill me, if you lower stray !
many be the joys of one short night !
Tush, fancies never can Desire allay !
Happy, unhappy thoughts! I think, and have not.
Pleasure, O pleasing plain ! Shews nought avail me !
Mine own conceit doth glad me, more I crave not]
Yet wanting substance, woe doth still assail me.
"Babies do children please ! and shadows, fools ! "
"Shews have deceived the wisest, many a rime ! "
"' Èver to want our wish, our courage cools !"
"The ladder broken, 'tis in vain to climb."
But I must wish, and crave, and seek, and climb;
It's hard, if I obtain not grace in time !

SONNET XXXV.
HAVE not spent the April of my time.
The Swelt of Youth in plotting in the air!
But do, at first adventure, seek to climb,
Whilst flowers of blooming years are green and
fair.
! ara no leaving of all-withering Age.
I bave hot suffered many winter lours.
I feel no storm, unless my Love do rage.
And then, in grief I spend both days and hours.
This yet doth comfort that my flower lasted
Until it did approach my sun too near :
And then, alas, untimely was it blasted,
So soon as once thy beauty did appear l
But after ail, my comfort tests in this,
That, for thy sake! my Youth decayed is.

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SONNET XXXVI.
La- my heart, my body, and my tongue
Bleed forth the lively streams of faith unfeigned !
Worship my saint, the gods and saints among !
Praise and extol her fair, that me hath pained !
O let the smoke of my suppressed Desire,
Raked up in ashes of my burning breast,
Break out at length, and to the clouds aspire,
Urging the heavens t'afford me rest !
But let my body naturally descend
Into the bowels of our common mother !
And to the very centre let it wend,
When it no lower can, her griefs to smother !
And yet when I so low do buried lie;
Then shall my love ascend unto the sky !

SONNET XXXVII.
AR is my love that feeds among the lilies,
The lilies growing in that pleasant garden
Where Cupid's Mount, that well beloved hill is,
And where that little god, himself is Warden.
See where my Love sits in the beds of spices !
Beset ail round with camphor, myrrh, and roses.
And interlaced with curious devices
Which, her from all the world apart incloses.
There, doth she tune her Lute for her delight !
And with sweet music makes the ground to more ;
Whilst I, poor I, do sit in heavy plight,
Wailing alone my unrespected love.
Not daring rush into so rare a place,
That gives to her, and she toit, a grace.

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SONNET XXXVIII.
As never eye did see my Mistress's face,
\Vas never ear did hear FxtEss.'s tongue,
\Vas never mind that once did mind her grace,
That ever thought the travail tobe long!
« When her I see, no creature I behold."
So plainly say, these Advocates of Love,
That now do fear, and now to speak are bold ;
Trembling apace, when they resolve to prove.
These strange effects do show a hidden power,
A majesty, ail base attempts reproving ;
That glads or daunts as she doth laugh or lower
Surely some goddess harbours in their moving
,¥ho thus my Muse from base attempts hath raised,
Whom thus my Muse beyond compare hath praised.

SONNET XXXIX.

Y L.D'î's hair is threads of beaten gold.
Her front, the purest, crystal eye hath seen.
Her eyes, the brightest stars the heavens hold.
Her cheeks, red roses, such as seld have been.
Her pretty lips, of red vermillion die.
Her hand, of ivory the purest white.
Her blush, AtRORA or the morning sky.
Her breast displays two silver fountains bright.
The sæheres, her voice; her grace, the Graces three.
Her body is the saint that I adore.
Her smiles and favours, sweet as honey be.
Her feet, fair Tn-'fls praiseth evermore.
But ah, the worst and last is yet behind :
For of a griffon she doth bear the mind I

SONNET XL.
NuRtous Fates ! fo rob me of my
And dispossess my heart of all his hope:
You ought, with just revenge, fo punish miss,
For unto you the bearts of men are ope.
Injurious Fates ! that hardened bave ber heart,
Yet make ber face to send out pleasing smiles :
And both are done, but fo increase my smart,
And entertain my love with falsd wi]es.
Yet being, when She smiles, surprised w]th joy,
I fain wou]d languish in so sweet a pain!
Beseeching death, my body fo destroy ;
Lest, on the sudden, She should frown agan.
When men do wish for death, Fates have no force :
But they» when men wou]d lire, bave no rcmorse.

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SONNET XLI.
H prison I am in is thy fair face!
Wherein my liberty enchainèd lies;
My thoughts, the bolts that hold me in the place ;
l{y food, the pleasing looks of thy fair eyes
Deep is the prison where I iie enclosed,
Strong are the bolts that in this cell contain me.
Sharp is the food necessity imposed,
When hunger makes me feed on that which pains me
Yet do I love, embrace, and follow fast,
That holds, that keeps, that discontents me most :
And list not break, unlock, or seek to waste
The place, the bolts, the food (though I be lost
Better in prison ever to remain ;
Than, being out, to surfer greater pain.

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SONNET XLII.

HEN never-speaking silence proves a wonder ;
When ever-flying flame at home remaineth ;
When aIl-concealing night keeps darkness under ;
When menædevouring wrong true glory gaineth
When soul-tormenting grief agrees with joy ;
When LUCIFER foreruns the baleful night;
When VENUS doth forsake her little boy ;
When her untoward boy obtaineth sight ;
When SYSIPHUS doth cease to roll his stone ;
When OTHES shaketh off his heavy chain ;
When Beauty, Queen of Pleasure is alone;
When Love and Virtue, quiet peace disdain :
When these shall be, and I hot be ;
Then will FIDESS^ pity me;

SONNET XLIII.
LL me of love, Sweet LOVE, who is thy sire ?
Or if thou mortal or immortal be ?
Some say "Thou art begotten by Desire. t
Nourished with Hope ! and fed with Fantasy !
Engendered by a heavenly (3oddess's eye,
Lurking most sweetly in an angel's face."
Others that " Beauty, thee doth deify .t -
(0 sovereign Beauty, full of power and grace ! )
But I must be absurd all this denying,
Because the fairest Fait alive ne'er knew thee.
Now, CUPID ! comes thy godhead to the trying !
'Twas She alone (such is her power l) that slew me !
She shall be LOVE, and thou a foolish boy!
Whose virtue proves thy power is but a toy.

SONNET XLIV.

0 crocE of change can ever change my mind !
Choiceless my choice, the choicest choice alive:
Wonder of women, were She not unkind :
The pitiless of pity to deprive.
Yet She, the kindest creature of her kind,
Accuseth me of seli-ingratitude :
And well She may ! Sith, by good proof I find
Myself had died, had She not helpful stood.
For when my sickness had the upper hand,
And death began to show his awful face;
She took great pains, my pains for to withstand
And eased my heart that was in heavy case.
But cruel now, she scorneth what it craveth :
Unkind in kindness, murdering while she saveth

SONNET XLV.

INE eye bewrays the secrets of my heart,
My heart unfolds his grief before her face :
Her face (bewitching pleasure of my smart !)
Deigns not one look of mercy and of grace.
bly guilty eye of murder and of treason,
(Friendly conspirator of my decay,
Dumb eloquence, the lover's strongest reason !)
Doth weep itself for anger quite away;
And chooseth rather not to be, than be
Disloyal, by too well discharging duty :
And being out, joys it no more can see
The sugared charms of ail deceiving Beauty,
But (for the other greedily doth eye it),
I pray you, tell me, What do I get by it ?

-B. Griu.
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SONNET XLVI.
O soot as peeping LucnEt% AIJRORA'S star,
The sky with golden periwigs doth spangle ;
So soon as PHOEBUS gives us light from far,
So soon as fowler doth the bird entangle ;
Soon as the watchful bird, Clock of the Morn !
Gives intimation of the Day's appearing ;
Soon as the jolly hunter winds his horn,
His speech and voice with custom's echo clearing ;
Soon as the hungry lion seeks his prey
In solitary range of pathless mountains ;
Soon as the passenger sers on "lais way,
So soon as beasts resort unto the fountains ;
So soon mine eyes their office are discharging ;
And I, my griefs, with greater griefs enlarging.I

SONNET XLVII.

. SEE, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue
My rate, my lame, my pain, my loss, my fall;
Mishap, reproach, disdain, a crown, her hue ;
Cruel, still flying, false, fair, funeral
To cross, to shame, bewitch, deceive, and kill
My first proeeedings in their flowing bloom.
My worthless pen fast chainèd to my will,
My erring lire through an uneertain doom,
My thoughts that yet in lowliness do mount,
My heart the subject of her tyranny :
What now remains, but ber severe account
Of murder's cying guilt (foui butchery !)
She was unhappy in her cradle breath ;
That given was, to be another's death.

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SONNET XLVIII.
URDER ! 0 murdcr ! " I can cry no longer.
"Murdcr ! 0 murdcr!" Is thcrc nonc to aid me ?
Lire |ccblc is in force, Dcath is much strongcr.
Thon ]et me dic that shamc may not upbraid me»
Nothing is Icft me now, but shamc or dcath !
I fear She fcarcth not foul murdcr's guilt l
Nor do I fcar fo losc a servile brcath.
I know my blood was giron to bc spilt,
"Vhat is this lire, but mazc of countlcss strays ?
Thc cncmy of truc felicity !
Fitly compared to drcams ! to flowers ! to plays !
O life [ no lift to me, but misery !
Of shame or death (if thou must one ?),
Make choicc of dcath ! and both are gone.

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SONNET XLIX.
xir CRUEL fortuncs, cloudcd with a frown,
Lurk in the bosom of eternal night ;
My climbing thoughts arc basely haulèd down !
My best devices prove but after-sight.
Poor outcast of the worlà's exilèà room,
I live in wildcrness of deep lament :
No hopc reserved me, but a hopeless tomb,
When fruitless life and fruitful woes are spent,
Shall PHOEBUS hinder little stars to shine,
Or lofty cedar, mushrooms leave to grow ?
Sure, mighty men at little ones repine,
The rich is to thc poor a common foc.
FIDESSA, seeing how thc world doth go,
Joincth with Fortune, in my ovcrthrow.
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SONNET L.

HEN I the hooks of pleasure first devoured,
Which undigested, threaten now to choke me
Fortune on me, ber golden graces showered :
O then Delight did to delight provoke me !
Delight, false instrument of my decay !
Delight the nothing that doth all things move
Made me first wander from the perfect way,
And fast entangled me in the snares of love.
Then my unhappy happiness, at first, began,
Happy in that I loved the fairest Fair ;
Unhappily despised, a hapless man :
Thus Joy did triumph ! Triumph did despair
My conquest is, which shall the conquest gain
FIDESSA, author both of joy and pain I

SONNET Ll.

ORK . work apace, you blessed Sisters three !
In restless twining of my fatal thread.
O let your nimble hands at once agree,
To weave it out, and cut it off with speed !
Then shall my vexèd and tormented ghost
Have quiet p.assage to the Elysian rest !
And sweetly over Death and Fortune boast,
In everlasting triumphs with the blest [
But, ah, (too well I know [) you have conspired
A lingering death for him that loatheth lire ;
As if with woes he never could be tired.
For this, you hide your all-dividing knife.
One comfort )'et, the heavens have assigned me ;
That I must die, and leave my griefs behind me.

SONNET LII.
T fs some ¢omfort to the wrongèd man,
The wronger, of injustice fo upbraid.
Justly myself, herein I comfort can,
And just]y cal] her " An ungrateful maid ]"
Thus ara I pleased to rid myself of crime,
And stop the mouth of a]]-reporting lame ;
Counting my greatest cross, the Ioss of time,
And ail my private grief, her public shame.
Ah, (but fo speak the truth) hence are my cares,
And in this comfort, all discomfort resteth ;
My harms I cause (ber scandal) unawares,
Thus love procures the thing that ]ove detesteth.
For he that views the g]asses of my smart
Must needs report " She hath a flinty heart I "

SONNET LIII.
VAs a King of sweet Content at least
But now from out my Kingdom banished !
I was chief guest at fait Dame Pleasure's feast ;
But now I ara for want of succour famished !
I was a saint, and heaven was my test ;
But now cast down into the lowest hell !
Vile caitiffs may hot live among the blest !
Nor blessed men, amongst cursed caitiffs dwell !
Thus ara I marie an exile, of a King.
Thus choice of meats, to want of food is change&
Thus heaven's loss doth hellish torments bring.
Self crosses make me from myself estranged.
'/et am I still the same, but marie another !
Then hot the same! Alas, I ara no other !

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SONNET LIV.
F GREAT APOLLO offered as a dower,
His burning throne to Beauty's excellence ;
If JovE himself came in a golden shower,
Down to the earth, to fetch fair fo thence ;
If VENus, in the curlèd Iocks was tied
Of proud ADONS, not of gentle kind ;
If TELLUS, for a shepherd's favour died,
(The favour cruel Love to ber assigned) ;
If Heaven's-winged herald HERMES had
His heart enchanted with a country mad ;
If poor PYGMALION was for beauty mad :
If gods and men bave all for beauty strayed :
I ara hot then ashamed to be included
'Mongst those that love, and be with love deluded.

SONNET LV.
, No, I dare not [ O, I may hot speak!
Yes, yes, I dare [ I can ! I must [ I will !
Then heart, pour forth thy plaints, and do hot
break [
Let never Fancy, manly courage kill !
Intreat her mildly [ (words bave pleasing charms,
Of force to more the most obdurate heart)
To take relenting pity of my harms.
And with unfeigned tears to wail my smart !
Is She a stock, a block, a stone, a flint ?
Hath She, nor ears to hear, nor eyes to see ?
If so, my cries, my prayers, my tears shall stint !
Lord [ how can loyers so bewitchèd be !
I took her to be Beauty's Queen alone ;
But now, I see She is a senseless stone !

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SONNET LVI.
q TRrJST betrayed ? Doth Kindness grow unkind ?
Can Beauty, both at once, give life and kill ?
Shall Fortune airer the most constant mind ?
Will Reason yield unto rebelling will ?
Doth Fancy purchase praise, and Virtue, shame ?
May shew of Goodness lurk in treachery ?
Hath Truth unto herself procurèd blame ?
Must sacred Muses surfer misery ?
Are women woe to men, traps for their falls ?
Differ their words, their deeds ; their looks, their lires .;
Have loyers ever been their tennis balls ?
Be husbands fearful of the chastest wives ?
AIl men do these affirm ; and so must I 1
Unless FIIESSA give to me the lie.

SONNET LVII.
FIREE playfellows (such Three were never seen
In V-NtS'S Court l) upon a summer's day,
Met altogether on a pleasant green,
Intending at some pretty gaine to play.
They DIAN, CUPID, and FIDESSA vere.
Their wager, Beauty, bow, and Cruelty ;
The conqueress the stakes away did bear,
Whose fortune then was it to win ail three ?
FIDESSA ! which doth these, as weapons use,
To make the greatest heart, her will obey :
And yet the most obedient to refuse
As having power, poor loyers to betray.
With these, She wounds, She heals, gives life and death :
More power hath none, that lires by mortal breath !

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SONNET LVIII.
Bv.Av'r¥ ! Siren ! kept with CIRCE's rod !
The faintest good in seem, but foulest ill !
The sweetest plague ordained for man by OOD i
The pleasing subject of presumptuous will !

Th'alluring object of unstayed eyes !
Friended of ail, but unto ail a foe !
The dearest thing that any creature buys !
And vainest too (It serves but for a shoe) !
In seem, a heaven ; and yet from bliss exiling !
Paying, for truest service, nought but pain !
Young men's undoing! Young and old beguiling !
Man's greatest loss, though thought his greatest gain!
True, that ail this, with pain enough I prove ;
And yet most true, I will FIDESSA love l

SONNET LIX.
'0 I, UNTO a cruel tiger play;
That preys on me, as wolf upon the lambs
(Who fear the danger, both of night and day,
And run for succour to their tender dams)
Yet will I pray (though She be ever cruel
On bended knee, and with submissive heart !
She is the tire, and I must be the fuel.
She must inflict, and I endure the smart.
She must, She shall be mistress of her will
And I, poor I, obedient to the same :
As fit to surfer death, as She to kill ;
As ready to be blamed, as She to blame.
And for I am the subject of her ire,
Ail men shall know thereby my love entire.

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SONNET LX.
Let me sigh, ",veep, wail, and cry no more;
Or let me sigh, weep, wail, cry more and more
Yea, let me sigh, weep, wail, cry evermore ;
For She doth pity my complaints no more
Than cruel Pagan or the savage Moor:
But still doth add unto my torments more ;
V¢hich grievous are to me by so much more
As She inflicts them, and doth wish them mole.
O let thy mercy, Merciless ! be never more !
So shall sweet death to me be welcome, more
Than is to hungry beasts the grassy moor,
As She that to affliction, adds yet more,
Becomes more cruel by still adding more !
Weary am I to speak of this word " more " ;
Yet never weary She, to plague me more !

SONNET LXI.

IDEsSA'S worth in time begetteth praise,
Time, praise ; Praise, lame ; Fame, wonderment
Wonder, lame, praise, time, ber worth do raise
To highest pitch ofdread astonishment.
Yet Time in rime, her hardened heart bewrayeth :
And Praise itself, ber cruelty dispraiseth.
So that through Praise, alas, her praise decayeth :
And that which makes it fall, her honour raiseth.
llost strange ! yet truc. So wonder wonder still,
And follow fast the wonder of these days 1
For well I know (all wonder to fulfil)
Her will at length unto my will obeys :
Meantime, let others praise her constancy 1
And me attend upon her clemency I

OsT true that I
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that
Most true that

SONNET LXII.
must fait FIDESSA love.
I fait FIDESSA cannot love.
I do feel the pains of love.
I ara captive unto love.
I deluded am with love.
I do find the sleights of love.
nothing can procure her love.
I must perish in my love.
She contemns the God of love.
he is snarèd with her love.

She would have me cease to love.
She herself alone is Love.
though She hated, I would love!
dearest lire shall end with love.

B. GRIFFIN.

FINIS.

Talis alud tales, talis sub temlore te.!i :
Subque meo tali judice, talis ero.

DIELLA.

Certain Sonnets, adjoined

to the amorous Poeln of
Dom D e a o and

B:v R. L., Gent&man.

Ben balla, i chi fortuna suona.

AT LONDON,
Printed for H-rl, O.rE',and are to be sold at
his shop in Fleet street, near the Middle Temple Gate.
1596.

To the most worthily honoured and
virtuously fieautifled Lady, t/e Lady N N
G z t , to the most
noble, magnanimous, and worthy Aight,
Sir H EN R Y G L E M N H A M ,C.
OoR many honourable viues having tied me to
your eternal seice; to shew some pa of my
duty, I present your Ladyship with a few pas-
sionate Sonnets intermingled with the Loves of
Dom DIEGO and GYNEU.
Deign, gentle Lady, to accept them, and therein shew the
greatness of your benignity, in receiving coueously a ft
of so small woh : which though it cannot any ways equal
either the number of your viues, or the greatness of that
noble House, whence your Ladyship is descended ; impute it
not, Madam, to my defect of Judgement, but of Foune;
for were I furnished with the greatest riches that blind
goddess could bestow on a man of my state, both they and I
would fall prostrate at your feet, and ever rest at your Lady-
ship's devotion.
Yet, Madam, as it is, it is a Child of the Muses, and, there-
fore, wohy to be cherished; conceived in the brain of a
gallant Gentleman, and therefore to be favoured: sent into
the world by me, who have ever honoured your Ladyship,
and therefore crave of your Ladyship to be protected, to
whom I ever wish long life, lenhened with all honcurable
happiness.
Your Ladyship's
in all duty,
HENRY OLBEY.

3oi

[SONNETS.3

SONNET I.

I-IEN first the feathered god did strike my
heart
with fatal and immedicable wound,
Leaving behind the head of his fell dart;
my bloodless body fell unto the ground.
And, when with shame I reinforced my
might,
boldly to gaze on her so heavenly face,
Huge flames of tire She darted from her light,
which since have scorched me in most piteous case.
To quench which heat, an ocean of tears
have gushèd out from forth my red-swollen eyes.
But deep-fetched sighs, this raging flame uprears,
and blow the sparks up to the purple skies:
Whereat, the gods, afraid that heaven should burn,
lntreated LovE, that I, for e'er might mourn.

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SONNET II.

OON as the azure-coloured Gates of th'East
were set wide open by the watchful Morn,
I walked abroad, as having took no test
(for nights are tedious to a man forlorn) ;
And viewing well each pearl-bedewèd flower,
then waxing dry by splendour of the sun :
AIl scarlet-hued I saw him 'gin to lower
and blush, as though some heinous act were done.
At this amazed, I hied me home amain,
thinking that I, his anger causèd had.
And at his set, abroad I walked again ;
when, lo, the moon looked wondrous pale and sad.
Anger, the one; and envy moved the other,
To see my Love more fair than LOVE'S fait mother.

SONNET III.

WIFT-FOOTED Time ! look back ! and here mark xvell
those rare-shaped parts my pen shall now declare
My Mistress' snow-white Skin doth much excel
the pure soft wool Arcadian sheep do bear!
Her Hair exceeds gold forced in smallest wire,
in smaller threads than those ARACHNE spun
Her Eyes are crystal fountains, yet dart tire
more glorious to behold than midday sun
Her ivory Front, though sort as purest silk,
looks like the table * of Olympic JovE
Her Cheeks are like ripe cherries laid in milk
her alabaster Neck, the throne of LOVE
Her other parts so far excel the rest,
That wanting words, they cannot be expressed

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SONNET IV.

H^T sugared terms, what all-persuading art,
what sweet mellifluous words, what wounding
looks,
Love. used for his admittance to my heart !

such eloquence was never read in books!
He promised Pleasure, Rest, and Endless Joy,
Fruition of the fairest She alive.
His pleasure, pain; rest, trouble ; joy, annoy ;
have I since found I which me, of bliss deprive.
The Trojan horse, thus have I now let in;
wherein enclosed these armèd men were place&
Bright Eyes, fair Cheeks, sweet Lips, and milk-white Skin,
these foes, my life have overthrown and razed.
Fair outward shews prove inwardly the worst :
Love looketh fait, but lovers are accurst I

SONNET V.

HE little Archer viewing well my Love,
stone-still amazed, admirèd such a sight ;
And swore he knew none such to dwell above :
though many fair; none, so conspicuous bright 1
With that enraged, flamigerous as he is,
he now 'gan loathe his PSYCHE's lovely face ;
And swore great oaths, "to rob me of my bliss,"
saying that "earth for her, was too too base ! "
But CYTrmRE^ checked her lordly son,
commanding him to bring no giglet thither 1
Fearing indeed, her amorous sports were done
with hotspur MARS, if he should once but see her.
If then her beauty move the gods above ;
Let all men judge, if I have cause to love !

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SONNET X.

HEN FLORA vaunts her in her proud array,
clothing fair TELLU$ in a spangled govn ;
When BORE^S' fury is exiled away,
and ail the welkin cleared from angry frown :
At that same rime, ail Nature's children joy ;
trees leave, flowers bud, plants spring, and beasts increase.
Only my soul, surcharged with deep annoy,
cannot rejoice, nor sighs nor tears can cease :
Only the grafts of sorrow seem to grow ;
set in my heart, no other spring I find.
Delights and pleasures are o'ergrown with woe,
laments and sobs possess my weeping mind.
The frost of grief so nips Delight at foot :
No sun but She can do it any boot.

SONNET Xl.

HAT She can be so cruel as my Love,
AVI or bear a heart so pitiless as She ?
Whom love, looks, words, tears, prayers do not
more ;
nor sighs, nor vows prevail to pity me.
She calls my love, " a SltqOtq to her heart ["
" my looks," she saith, "are like the crocodile's !"
«' My words the Sirens sing, with guileful art ! "
tears, "CIRc.'s floods [" sighs, vows, "deceitful guiles !"
But my poor heart hath no interpreter
but love, looks, words, tears, prayers, sighs, or vows!
Then must it die ! sith She, my comforter,
whate'er I do, nor liketh, nor allows.
With TITIUS, thus the vulture Sorrow eats me [
With steel-twigged rods, thus tyrant CVvlD beats me[

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SONNET XII.
Hou (like the fair-faced, gold-encovered book,
whose lines are stuffed with damnèd heresies)
Dost in thy face, bear a celestial look;
xvhen, in thy heart, live hell-born cruelties !
With poisonous toads, the clearest spring's infected ;
and purest lawn's nought worth, if full of stains"
Sois fair Beauty, when true love's rejected ;
when coal-black hate within the heart remains.
Then love, my Dear ! let that be Methridate
fo overcome the venom of disdain !
Be pitiful ! tread down this killing hate !
Convert fo sugared pleasure, gall-ful pain !
O, sith Disdain is foe unto thy Fair,
Exile him thence ! there, let him not repair !

SONNET XIII.

Ktow, within my mouth, for bashful fear
and dread of your disdain, my words xvill die !
I know, I shall be stricken dumb, my Dear!
with doubt of your unpitiful reply.
I know, when as I shall before you lie
prostrate and humble, craving help of you ;
Misty aspects will cloud your sun-bright eye,
and scolnful looks o'ershade your beauty's hue.
I know, when I shall plead my love so true,
so stainless, constant, loyal, and upright ;
My truthful pleadings will not cause you rue
The ne'er-heard state of my distressèd plight.
I know, when I shall corne with face bedight
with streaming tears, fallen from my fountain eyes,

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[The saine number reated a kind o double Sonnet on the me ght ing aoEempt.]
REATHING forth sighs of most hea-breaking might
my tears, my sighs, and me, you will despise
I know, when with the power that in me lies,
and all the prayers and vows that women move,
I shall in humblest mercy-moving wise,
intreat, beseech, desire, and beg your love :
I know, sweet Maiden ! all will not remove
flint-hearted figour from your rocky breast l
But all my means, my suit, and what I prove,
prove bad, and I must live in ail unrest.
Dying in life, and living still in death,
And yet nor die, nor draw a life-like brea/h.

SONNET XIV.

H.N broad-faced rivers turn unto their fountains
and hungry wolves devourèd are by sheep;
When marine dolphins play on snow-tipped moun.
tains,
and foul-formed bears do in the ocean keep :
Then shall I leave to love, and cease to burn
in these hot flames, wherein I now delight !
But this I know, the rivers ne'er return,
nor silly sheep with ravening wolves dare fight,
Nor dolphins leave the seas, nor bears, the woods ;
for Nature bids them ail to keep their kind.
Then eyes, rain forth your over-sxvellèd floods,
till, drownèd in such seas, may make you blind !
Then, Heart's Delight ! sith I must love thee ever,
Love me again ! and let thy love persèver !

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SONNET XV.

0 SOONER leaves HYPERION, THETIS' bed,
and mounts his coach to post from thence away;
Richly adorning fait LEUCOTrE^'S head,
giving to mountains, tincture from his ray :
But straight Irise, where I could find no rest,
where visions and fantasies appear ;
And when, with small ado, my body's dresst,
abroad I walk, to think upon my Dear!
Where, under umbrage of some agèd tree,
with lute in hand I sit and, sighing, say,
" Sweet groves, tell forth with echo, what you see!
good trees, bear witness, who is my decay !
And thou, my soul, speak ! speak what rest I have,
When each out joy's despair doth make me rave ! "

SONNET XVI.

UT thou, my dear sweet-sounding lute, be still !
repose thy troubled strings upon this moss!
Thou hast full often eased me 'gainst my will :
lie down in leace, thy spoil were my great loss!
l'Il speak enough of her too cruel heart,
enough to more the stony rocks to ruth !
And cause these trees weep tears to hear my smart,
though cruel She will hOt once weigh my truth.
Her face is of the purest white and red,
her eyes are crystal, and her hair is gold.
The World, for shape with garlands crown her head,
and yet a tigress' heart dwells in this mould.
But I must love her, Tigress ! too too much !
Forced; must I love! because I find none such.

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SONNET XVII.

HE sun-scorched seaman, when he sees the seas,
all in a fury, hoist him to the sky ;
And throw him down again, as waves do please,
(so chaséd clouds, from .EoL's mastiffs fly !)
In such distress, provideth with great speed
ail means to save him from the tempest's rage:
He shews his wit, in such like time of need,
the big swoll'n billows' fury to assuage.
But foolish I, althouth I see my death,
and feel her proud disdain too feelingly
(Which me of all felicity bereaveth) :
yet seek no means t' escape this misery.
So ara I charmed with heart-enchanting beauty,
That still to wail, I think it is my duty.

SONNET XVIII.

UPID had done some heinous act or other,
that caused IDALEA whip him very sore.
The stubborn boy away runs from his mother,
protesting stoutly to return no more.
By chance, I met him ; who desired relief,
and craved that I, some lodging would him give.
Pitying his looks, which seemed drowned in grief,
I took him home ; there thinking he should live.
But see the Boy ! Envying at my life
(which never sorrow, never love had tasted),
He raised within my heart such uncouth strife ;
that, with the samet my body now is wasted,
By thankless LovE, thus vilely am I used !
By using kindness, I ara thus abused ;

SONNET XIX.

HEIq Night returns back to his ugly mansion,
and clear-faced Morning makes her bright uprise;
In sorrow's depth, I murmur out his cantion
(sait tears distilling from my dewy eyes),
"0 thou deceitful SOMNVs, god of dreams !
cease to afflict my over-painèd sprite
With vain illusions, and idle themes !
thy spells are false! thou canst not charm aright!
For when, in bed, I think t'embrace my Love
(enchanted by thy magic so to think),
Vain are my thoughts ! 'tis empty air, I prove !
that still I wail, till watching make me wink:
And when I wink, I wish I ne'er might wake,
But sleeping, carried to the Stygian lake."

SONNET XX.

HE strongest pine, that Queen FERONIA hath,
growing within her woody empiry,
Is soon thrown down by BOREAS' wintry wrath,
if one roof only his supporter be.
The tallest ship that cuts the angry wave,
and plows the seas of S^TVR's second sun,
If but one anchor for a journey have,
when that is lost, 'gainst every rock doth run.
I am that pine, fait Love ! that ship am I !
and thou, that anchor art and roof to me l
If then thou fail (0 fail not !) I must die !
and pine away in endless misery !
But words prevail not ! nor can sighs devise
To move thy heart, if bent to tyrannize.

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SONNET XXI.

[S WINTER'S rage, young plants unkindly spilleth ;
as hall, green corn; and lightnings, flowers perish ;
So man's decay is Love ! whose heart it killetb_
if in his soul, he carefully it cherish.
0 how alluringly he offers grace ;
and breathes new hope of life into our thought.
With cheerful, pleasant (yet deceitful) face
he creeps and fawns, till, in his net w' are caught ;
Then, when he sees us captives by him led,
and sees us prostrate, humbly craving help,
So tierce a lion, Lybia never bred !
nor adàer's sting ! nor any tigress' whelp!
0 blest be they that never felt his force!
Love hath, nor pity, mercy, nor remorse

SONNET XXII.

OoI, as a bird, through sweetness of the call,
doth clean forget the fowler's guileful trap ;
Or one that gazing on the stars, doth fall
in some deep pit, bewailing his mishap :
So wretched I, whilst, with Lynceus' eyes,
I greedily beheld her angel's face,
Was straight entangled xvith such subtilties,
as, ever since, I live in woful case.
Her cheeks were roses laid in crystal glass ;
her breasts, two apples of Hesperides ;
Her voice, more sweet than famous THAMIRAS,
reviving death with Doric melodies :
I, hearkening so to this attractive call,
Was caught, and ever since have lived in thrall.

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SONNET XXIII.

Y LIFE'S preserver ! hope of my heart's bliss !
when shall I know the doom of life or death »
Hell's fearful torments easier are, than this
soul's agony, wherein I now do breathe.
If thou wouldst look ! this my tear-stainèd face,
dreary and wan, far differing from what it was,
Would well reveal my most tormentful case,
and shew thy Fait, my Grief as in a glass.
Look, as a deer late wounded very sore,
among the herd, full heavily doth feed ;
So do I live ! expecting evermore,
when as my wounded heart should cease to bleed.
How patient then, would I endure the smart
Of pitchy-countenanced Death's dead-doing dart !

SONNET XXIV.

HEN leaden-hearted sleep had shut mine eyes,
and close o'erdraxvn their windowlets of light ;
\Vhose wateriness the tire of grief so dries,
that weep they could no longer, sleep they m,.'ght !
Methought, I sank down to a pool of grief,
and then, methought, such sinking much did please me :
But when I, down was plunged past ail relief;
with flood-filled mouth, I called that some would ease me!
Whereat, methought, I saw my dearest Love,
fearing my drowning, reach her hand to mine ;
Who pulled so hard to get me up above,
that with the pull, sleep did forsake mine eyen.
But when awaked, I saw 'twas but a dream ;
I wished to have slept, and perished in that stream.

SONNET XXV.

OuGI storms have calms, lopt boughs do grow again;
the naked Winter is reclothed by Spring ;
No year so dry but there doth rail some rain :
Nature is kind, save me, to everything.
Only my griefs do never end nor cease !
no ebb doth follow my still-flowing tears!
My sighs are storms, which never can appease
their furious blasts, procured by endless cares!
Then Sighs and Sobs tell TANTALUS, " he's blest ! "
go fly to Tia'xos, tell him " he hath pleasure ! "
So tell IXION " though his wheel ne'er test ;
his pains are sports, imposèd with some measure I "
Bid them be patient ! bid them look on me,
And they shall see the llap of Misery.

SONNET XXVI.

HE love-hurt heart, which tyrant CUPID wounds,
(proudly insulting o'er his conquered prey)
i[-., Doth bleed afi'esh xvhere pleasure most abounds:
for blirth and Mourning always make a fray.
Look, as a bird sore bruisèd xvith a blow
(lately dividing notes most sxveetly singing),
To hear her fellows, how in tunes they flow,
doth droop and pine, as though her knell were ringing.
The heavy-thoughted prisoner, full of doubt,
dolefully sitting in a close-barred cage,
Is hall contented ; till he looketh out.
he sees each free : then storms he in a rage !
The sight of Pleasure trebleth every pain ;
As small brooks swell» and are enraged with raino

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SONNET XXVlI.
HE heaven's herald may hot make compare
of working words, which so abound in thee.
Thy honey-dewed tongue exceeds his far,
in sweet discourse and tuneful melody.
Th' amber-coloured tress which BERENICE
for her true-loving PTHOLOMEUS, vowed
Within IDALEA'S sacred Aphrodrice,
is worthless, with thy locks to be allowed.
To thee, my thoughts are consecrate, dear Love!
my words and phrases bound to please thine ears
My looks are such, as any heart could move :
I still solicit thee with sighs and tears !
O let hot hate eclipse thy beauty's shine 1
Then none would deem thee earthly, but divine.

SONNET XXVIII.

EARY with serving, xvhere I naught get ;
c,o_uld
I thought to cross great NEITUlqE S greatest seas,
To live in exile : but my drift was let
by cruel Fortune, spiteful of such ease.
The ship I had to pass in, was my Mind;
greedy Desire was topsail of the same,
My Tears were surges, Sighs did serve for wind,
of ail my ship, Despair was chiefest frame ;
Sorrow was Master, Care, the cable tope ;
Grief was the mainmast, Love, the captain of it ;
He that did fuie the helm was foolish Hope,
but Beauty was the rock that my ship split,
Which since hath made such shipwreck of my Joy,
That still I swim in th' ocean of Annoy.

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SONNET XXIX.
EASE, Eyes, to cherish with still flowing tears,
the almost withered roots of dying grief!
Dry up your running brooks! and dam your meres!
and let my body die for moist relief!
But DEATH is deaf! for well he knows my pain,
my slackless pain, hell's horror doth exceed.
There is no hell so black as her disdain !
whence cares, sighs, sorrows, and all griefs do breed.
Instead of sleep, when day incloistered is
in dusty prison of infernal night,
With broad-waked eyes, I wail my miseries ;
and if I wink, I fear some ugly sight,
Such fearful dreams do haunt my troubled mind:
My Love's the cause» 'cause She is so unkind.

SONNET XXX.

E THAT can count the candles of the sky,
reckon the sands whereon Pactolus flows,
Or number numberless small atomie[s],
what strange and hideous monsters Nilus shows,
What mis-shaped beasts vast Africa doth yield,
what rare-formed fishes live in the ocean,
Arhat coloured flowers do grow in Tempe's field,
how many hours are since the world began :
Let him, none else, give judgement of my grief!
let him declare the beauties of my Love !
And he will say my pains pass all relief:
and he will judge her for a Saint above !
But, as those things, there's no man can unfold
So, nor her Fair, nor my Grief may be told i

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SONNET
AIR ivory Brow, the board Lors banquets on :
sweet Lips of corai hue, but siiken softness!
Fait Suns that shine, when PHOEBçs' eyes are gone!
sweet Breath that breathes incomparable sweet-
ness !
Fait Cheeks of purest roses red and white
sweet Tongue containing sweeter thing than sweet
0 that my Muse could mount a lofty flight,
and were not all so forceless, and unmeet
To blaze the beauty of thy several shine,
And teil the sweetness of thy sundry taste
Able of none but of the Muses nine,
to be arightly honourèd and graced.
The first so fair, so bright, so purely precious
The last so sweet, so balmy, so delicious !

SONNET XXXII.

HE last so sweet, so balmy, so delicious !
lips, breath, and tongue, which I delight to
àrink on :
The first so fait, so bright, so purely precious !
brow, eyes, and cheeks, which still I joy to
think on ;
But much more joy to gaze, and aye to look on.
those lily rounds which ceaseless holà their moving,
From whence my prisoned eyes would ne'er be gone;
which to such beauties are exceeding loving.
O that I might but press their dainty sweiling !
and thence depart, to which must now be hidden,
And which my crimson verse abstains from telling;
because by chaste ears, I ara so forbidden.
There, in the crystal-pavèd Vale of Pleasure,
Lies lockèd up, a world of richest treasure.

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SONNET XXXIII.

HINKING to close my over-watchèd eyes,
and stop the sluice of their uncessant flowing;
I laid me down ; when each one 'gan to rise:
new risen Sol his flame-like countenance shewing.
But Grief, though drowsy ever, yet never sleeps ;
but still admits fresh intercourse of thought :
Duly the passage of each hour he keeps,
nor would he suffer me with sleep be caught.
Some broken slumbers, MORPHEU had lent
(who greatly pitièd my want of rest) ;
Whereat my heart, a thousand thanks him sent :
and vowed, to serve him he was ready prest.
Let restless nights, days, hours do their spire ;
l'll love her still ! and Love for me shall fight !

SONNET XXXIV.

H¥ should a Maiden's heart be of that proof
as to resist the sharp-pointed dart of Love ?
My Mistress' eye kills strongest man aloof;
methinks, he's weak, that cannot quail a Dove !
A lovely Dove so fair and so divine,
able to make what cynic soe'er liveth,
Upon his knees, to beg of their bright eyen,
one smiling look, xvhich life from death revivetl.
The frozen heart of cold ZENOCRATES
had been dissolvèd into hot Desire,
Had PHRYNE cast such sunbeams from her eyes
(such eyesare cause that my heart flames in tire !) :
And yet with patience I must take my woe ;
In that my dearest Love vill bave it so.

SONNET XXXV

ND this enchantment, Love ! of my desires !
let me no longer languish for thy love !
Joy not, to see me thus consume in rires !
but let my cruel pains, thy hard heart more !
And now, at last, with pitiful regard,
eye me, thy loyer ! 'lorn for lack of thee !
Wbich, dying, lives in hope of sweet reward,
which hate bath hitherto withheld from me.
Constant bave I been, still in Fancy fast,
ordained by heavens to doat upon my Fait,
Nor will I e'er, so long as lire shall last,
say any " 's fairer ! breathing vital air."
But when the ocean sands shall lie unwet ;
That shall my soul, to love thee, Dearl forger !

SONNET XXXVI.
ONG did I wish, before I could attain
the looked-for sight, I so desired to see;
Too soon, at last I saw what bred my bane,
and ever since hath sore tormented me.
I saw Herself, whom had I never seen,
my wealth of bliss had not been turned to bale.
Greedy regard of Her, my heart's sole queen,
hath changed my summer's sun to winter's hal.
How off have I, since that first fatal hour,
beheld her all-fair shape with begging eye,
Till She, unkind, hath killed me with a lower.
and bade my humble-suing looks look by.
0 pity me, fair Love ! and highest lame
Shall blazèd be, in honour of thy name.

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SONNET XXXVII.
ID I hot love her as a lover ought,
with purest zeal and faithfulness of heart ;
Then She had cause to set my love at naught,.
and I had well deserved to feel this smart!
But holding her so dearly as I do,
as a rare jewel of most high esteem ;
She most unkindly wounds and kills me, so,
my ne'er-stained troth most causeless to misdeem
Never did one account of woman more
than I of her ! nor ever woman yet
Respected less, or held in lesser store
her lover's vows, than She by mine doth set!
What resteth then ? but I despair and die
That so my death may glut her ruthless eye.

SONNET XXXVIII.
[Thls |s a Preface to the Poem of Diego ami Gntura, which was orlglnally included
in the saine volume as the Diella Sonnets.]
E&RKEN awhile, DIELLA[ to a story
that tells of Beauty, Love, and great Disdain !
The last, caused by suspect; but She was sorry
that took that cause, true love so much to pain.
For when She knew his faith tobe unfeigned,
spotless, sincere, most true and pure unto her ;
She joyed as if a kingdom She had gained ;
and loved him now, as when he first did woo her.
I ne'er incurred suspicion of my truth ;
fairest DIELLA! why wilt thou be cruel ?
impose some end to undeservèd ruth [
and learn by others, how to quench hate's fuel !
Read all, my Dear[ but chiefly mark the end!
And be to me, as She to Him, a friend [

«: CHLORIS,

OF
. The Complaint of the

7"o tke most excellent and learned
Skepkerd Cozv Czovr
[i.e. EoratsNo SIENSER].

OLIN, my dear and most entire beloved,
My Muse audacious stoops her pitch to thee
Desiring that thy patience be hot moved
By these rude lines, written here you see.
Fain would my Muse, whom cruel Love bath wronged,
Shroud her love-labours under thy protection !
And I myself, with ardent zeal, have longed
That thou mightst know, to thee my true affection.
Therefore, good COLIN, graciously accept
A few sad Sonnets which my Muse hath framed :
Though they but newly from the shell are crept,
Surfer them hot by envy to be blamed !
But, underneath the shadow of thy wings,
Give warmth to these young-hatchèd orphan things

Give warmth to these young-hatchèd orphan things !
Which, chill with cold, to thee for succour creep.
The¥ of my study are the budding springs :
Longer I cannot them in silence keep.
They will be gadding ! sore against my mind.
.But, courteous Shepherd, if they run astray,
Conduct them, that they may the pathway find :
And teach them how the Mean obseaze they mayl
Thou shalt them ken by their discording notes
Their weeds are plain, such as poor shepherds wear;
Unshapen, torn, and ragged are their coats :
Yet forth they wandering are, devoid of fear.
They which have tasted of the Muses' spring,
I hope, will smile upon the tunes they sing.
W. SMITI-I,
FINIS.

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To all SAeAerds in enera

Ov whom the World admires for rarest style,
You which have sung the Sonnets of True
Love,
Upon my maiden verse with favour smile !
Whose weak-penned Muse, to fly too soon doth prove :
Belote ber feathers have their full perfection,
She soars aloft, pricked on by blind affection.

You whose deep wits, ingine, and industry,
The everlasting palm of praise have won !
You paragons of learned Poesy
Favour these mists ! which fall before you sun :
Intentions leading to a more effect,
If you them grace but with your mild aspect.

And Thou, the Genius of my iii tuned note
Whose beauty urgèd hath my rustic vein,
Through mighty oceans of despair to float ;
That I in rhyme thy cruelty complain :
Vouchsafe to read these lines both harsh and bad
Nuntiates of Woe, with sorrow being clad.

W. SMITH.

CHLORIS.

SONNET l.
OURTEOUS CALLIOPE, vouchsafe to lend
Thy helping hand to my untunèd Song!
_And grace these Lines, which I to write
pretend,
Compelled by love which doth Ix)or CORIN
wrong.
And those, thy sacred Sisters, I beseech,
Which on Parnassus' Mount do ever dwell,
To shield my country Muse and rural speech
By their divine authority and spell.
Lastly to thee, 0 PAN, the shepherds' King ;
And you swift footed Dryades, I call
Attend to hear a swain in verse to
Sonnets of her that keeps his heart in thrall
0 CHLORIS, weigh the task I undertake
OEhy beauty, subject of my Song I make.

SONNET II.

Hv beauty, subject of my Song I make ;
O fairest Fair ! on whom depends my lire :
Refuse not then the task I undertake
To please thy rage, and to appease m¥ strife !
But with one smile remunerate my toil ;
None other guerdon I, of thee desire.
Give hOt my lowly Muse new-hatched the foil,
But warmth ; that she may at the length aspire
Unto the temples of thy star-bright Eyes ;
Upon whose round orbs perfect Beauty sits :
From whence such glorious crystal Beams arise
As best my CHLORIS' seemly Face befits.
Which Eyes, which Beauty, which bright crystal Beam,
Which Face of thine, hath ruade my love extreme.

SONNET III.

EED, silly sheep ! although your keeper pineth ;
Yet, like to TANTALUS, doth see his food.
Skip you and leap! now bright APOLLO shineth
Whilst I bewail my sorrows in yon wood :
Where woeful PHILOMELA doth record
(And sings with notes of sad and dire lament),
The tragedy wrought by her sister's Lord.
l'Il bear a part in her black discontent !
That pipe, which erst was wont to make you glee,
Upon these downs whereon you careless graze,
Shall to her mournful music tunèd be !
Let not my plaints, poor lambkins, you amaze !
There, underneath that dark and dusky bower,
Whole showers of Tears to CHLO,IS I will pour!

SONNET IV.

HOLE showers of Tears to CHLORIS I will pour
As true oblations of my sincere love.
If that will not suffice, most fairest Flower!
Then shall my Sighs, thee to pity move.
If neither Tears nor Sighs can ought prevail ;
My streaming Blood thine anger shall appease !
This hand of mine by vigour shall assail
To tear my heart asunder, thee to please!
Celestial powers, on you I invocate!
You know the chaste affections of my mind !
I never did my faith yet violate !
Why should my CI-ILOIIS then be so unkind ?
That neither Tears, nor Sighs, nor streaming Blood
Can unto mercy move her cruel mood.

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SONNET V.

Ou Fauns and Silvans, when my CHLORIS brings
Her flocks to water in your pleasant plains,
Solicit her to pity CORIN'S stings !
The smart whereof, for her, he still sustains.
For she is ruthless of my woeful song.
My oaten reed she hot delights to hear.
O CHLORIS ! CHLORIS [ CORIN thou dost wrong ;
Who loves thee better than his own heart dear.
The flames of Etna are not hall so hot
As is the tire which thy disdain hath bred.
Ah, cruel Fates ! why do you then besot
Poor CORIN's soul with love ? when love is fled !
Either cause cruel CHLORIS to relent,
Or let me die upon the wound she senti

SONNET Vl.

Ou lofty Pines, co-partners of my woe,
When CHLORIS sitteth underneath your shade ;
To her those sighs and tears, I pray you show,
Whilst you attending, I for her have made.
Whilst you attending'droppèd have sxveet balm,
In token that you pity my distress :
ZEPHIRU$ hath your stately boughs ruade calm ;
Whilst I, to you my sorrows did express.
The neighbour mountains bendèd have their tops,
When they have heard my rueful melody ;
And Elves, in rings about me leap and hop,
To frame my passions to their jollity.
Resounding echoes, from their obscure caves
Reiterate what most my fancy craves.

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SONNET VII.

HAT need I mourn ? seeing PAN, our sacred King,
Was, of that Nymph, fait SVRINX coy, disdained.
The World's great Light, which comforteth each
thing,
AIl comfortless for DAPHNE'S sake remained.
lfgods can find no help to heal the sore
Made by LOVE's shafts, which pointed are with tire ;
Unhappy CORIN, then thy chance deplore !
Since they despair by wanting their desire.
I ara hot PAN, though I a shepherd be ;
Yet is my Love as fair as SYRINX was.
My Song cannot with IHOEBUS'S tunes agree ;
Yet CHLORIS doth his DAPHNE far surpass.
How much more fair, by so much more unkind
Than SVRINX coy, or DArHNE, I her find.

SONNET VIII.

O sooner had fair PttoEBUS trimmed his car,
Being newly arisen from AJRORA's bed ;
But I, in whom Despair and Hope did war,
My unpenned flock unto the mountains led.
Tripping upon the sow-soft downs I spied
Three Nymphs, more fairer than those Beauties Three
Which did appear to PARIS on Mount Ide.
Coming more near, my goddess I there see.
For She, the field Nymphs oftentimes doth haunt,
To hunt with them the tierce and savage boat :
And having sported, Virelays they chant ;
Whilst I, unhappy, helpless cares deplore.
There did I call to ber, ah, too unkind!
But tiger-like, of me she had no mind.

SONNET IX.

NTO the fountain, where fair DIANA chaste
The proud ACTEON turnèd to a hart,
I drave my flock that water sweet to taste ;
'Cause from the welkin, PHOEBUS 'gan depart.
There did I see the Nymph whom I admire,
Remembering her locks ; of which the yellow hue
Made blusl the beauties of her curlèd wire,
Which JOVE himself with wonder well might view.
Then red with ire, her tresses she berent ;
And weeping hid the beauty of her face:
Whilst I, amazèd at her discontent,
With tears and sighs do humbly sue for grace.
But she, regarding neither tears nor moan,
Flies from the fountain, leaving me alone.

SONNET X.

M I a GolGOq ? that she doth me fly !
Or was I hatchèd in the river Nile ?
Or doth my CHLORIS stand in doubt that I,
With Siren songs, do seek her to beguile ?
If any one of these she can object
'Gainst me, which chaste affectèd love protest ;
Then might my fortunes by her frowns be checked :
And blameless She from scandal free might test.
But seeing I ara no hideous monster born ;
But have that shape which other men do bear:
Which form great JUPITER did never scorn
Amongst his subjects here on earth to wear.
Why should she then that soul with sorrow fill
Which vowèd hath to love and serve her still ?

SONNET XI.

ELL me, my dear, what moves thy ruthless mind
To be so cruel, seeing thou art so fair ?
Did Nature frame thy beauty so unkind ;
Or dost thou scorn to pity my despair ?
0 no, it was not Nature's ornament,
But wingèd LOVE's impartial cruel wound,
Which in my heart is ever permanent,
Until my CHLORIS makes me whole and sound.
0 glorious Love-God, think on my heart's grief[
Let not thy vassal pine through deep disdain !
]3y wounding CHLORIS, I shall find relief;
If thou impart to her some of my pain.
She doth thy temples and thy shrines abject !
They with _A_IIINTA's flowers by me are decked.

SONNET XII.

EASE eyes to weep, sith none bemoans your
weeping !
Leave off, good Muse, to sound the cruel naine
Of my love's Queen! which hath my heart ha
keeping ;
Yet of my love doth make a jesting gaine.
Long hath my sufferance laboured to enforce
One pearl of pity from her pretty eyes ;
Whilst I, with restless oceans of remorse,
]3edew the banks where my fait CIII.ORIS lies,
Where my fait CHLORIS bathes her tender skin ;
And doth triumph to see such rivers fall
From those moist springs, which never dry bave been
Since she their honour hath detained in thrall.
And still she scorns one favouring smile to show
Unto those waves proceeding from my woe.

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SONNET XIII.

HAT rime fair TITAN, in the zenith sat
it When to my. flock my. daily, woes I chat,
J And underneath a broad beech took my seat :
The dreaming god, which MORPHEUS Poets call,
Augmenting fuel to my Etna's tire,
With sleep possessing my weak senses ail,
In apparitions makes my hopes aspire.
Methought I saw the Nymph I would embrace,
With arms abroad, coming to me for help :
A lust-led Satyr having her in chase ;
Which after her, about the fields, did yelp.
I seeing my. Love in perplexed plight,
A sturdy bat from off an oak I reft ;
And with the ravisher continued fight
Till breathless I upon the earth him left.
Then when my coy Nymph saw her breathless foe,
With kisses kind she gratifies my pain ;
Protesting never rigour more to show.
Happy" was I this good hap to obtain.
But drowsy slumbers, fly"ing to their cell,
My sudden joy" convertèd was to baie.
My" wontèd sorrows still with me do dwell.
I lookèd round about on bill and dale :
But I could neither my fair CHLORIS view ;
Not yet the Satyr, which erst while I slew.

SONNET XIV.

'OURNFUL AMYNTAS, thou didst pine wth care,
Because the Fates, by their untimely doom,
Of life bereft thy loving PHILLIS fair ;
When thy love's Spring did first begin to bloom.
My care doth countervail that care of thine ;
And yet my CHLORIS draws ber angry breath :
My hopes, still hoping, hopeless now repine ;
For living, She doth add to me but death.
Thy PHILLIS dying, lovd thee full dear.
My CHLORIS living, hates poor CORIN'S lov
Thus doth my woe as great as thine appear ;
Though sundry accents both our sorrows more.
Thy swan-like Song did shew thy dying anguish :
These weeping Truce-men shew I living languish.

SONNET XV.

HESE weeping Truce-men shew I living languish ;
My woeful wailings tell my discontent :
Yet CHLORIS nought esteemeth of mine anguish ;
My thrilling throbs, her heart cannot relent.
My kids to hear the rhymes and roundelays,
Which I, on wasteful hills, was wont to sing,
Did more delight than lark in summer days :
Whole echo ruade the neighbour groves to ring.
But now my flock, ail drooping, bleats and cries ;
Because my Pipe, the author of their sport,
Ail rent, and torn, and unrespected, lies :
Their lamentations do my cares consort.
They cease to feed, and listen to the plaint ;
bç hich I pour forth unto a cruel Saint.

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SONNET XVI.

HICH I pour forth unto a cruel Saint,
Who merciless my prayers doth attend :
Who tiger-like doth pity my complaint ;
And never unto my woes will lend.
But still false hope despairing lire deludes ;
.And tells my fancy I shall grace obtain.
But CHLORIS fair, my orisons concludes
With fearful frowns, presagers of my pain.
Thus do I spend the weary wandering day,
Oppressèd with a chaos of heart's grief:
Thus I consume the obscure night away,
iNeglecting sleep which brings all cares relief.
Thus I pass my lingering lire in woe:
But when my bliss will corne, I do hot know!

SONNET XVII.

HE perils which LEANDER took in hand,
Fait HERO's love and favour to obtain ;
When, void of fear, securely leaving land,
Through Hellespont he swam to Cestos main :
His dangers should hot counterpoise my toil.
If my" dear Love would once but pity show,
To quench these flames which in my breast do broil,
Or dry these springs which from mine eyes do flow ;
Not only Hellespont, but ocean seas,
For ber sweet sake, to lord I would attempt !
So that my travails would ber ire appease ;
My soul, from thralI and languish to exempt.
O what is't hot, poor I, would undertake ;
If labour could my peace with CHLORIS make ?

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SONNET XVIII.

¥ Love, I cannot thy rare beauties place
Under those forms which many Writers use.
Some like to stones, compare their Mistress' face.
Some in the naine of flowers do love abuse.
Some make their love a goldsmith's shop to be,
Where orient pearls and precious stones abound.
In my conceit these far do disagree
The prefect praise of beauty forth to sound.
O CHLORIS, thou dost imitate thyself!
Self's imitating passeth precious stones
Or all the Eastern Indian golden pelf,
Thy red and white, with purest fair atones,
Matchless for beauty Nature bath thee framed :
Only "unkind" and '« cruel" thou art named.

SONNET XIX.

HE Hound, by eating grass, doth final relief:
For, being sick, it is his choicest meat.
The wounded Hart doth ease his pain and grief
If he, the herb Dictamion may eat.
The loathsome Shake renews his sight again,
When he casts off his withered coat and hue.
The sky-bred Eagle fresh age doth obtain
When he, his beak decayd doth renew.
I worse than these, whose sore no salve can cure ;
Whose grief, no herb, nor plant, nor tree can ease :
Remediless, I still must pain endure
Till I, my CHLORIS's furious mood can please.
She, like the scorpion, gave to me a wound ;
And, like the scorpion, she must make me sound.

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SONNET XX.

E wasteful woods, bear witness of my woe !
Wherein my plaints did oftentimes abound.
Ye, careless birds, my sorrows well do know !
They, in your songs, were wont to make a sound.
Thou, pleasant spring, canst record likewise bear.
Of my designs and sad disparagement !
When thy transparent billows mingled were
With those downfalls which from mine eyes were sent.
The echo of my still-lamenting cries,
From hollow vaults, in treble voice resoundeth ;
And then into the empty air it flies,
And back again from whence it came reboundeth.
That Nymph, unto my clamours doth reply,
" Being likewise scorned in love, as well as l. 'J

SONNET XXI.

'EING likewise scorned in love as well as I "
By that self-loving Boy ; which did disdain
To hear her, after him for love to cry:
For which in dens obscure she doth remain.
Yet doth she answer to each speech and word
And renders back the last of what we speak.
But "specially, if she might have her choice,
She of" Unkindness" would her talk forth break.
She loves to hear of Love's most sacred naine ;
Although, poor Nymph, in love she was despised :
And ever since she hides her head for shame,
That her true meaning was so lightly prized.
She, pitying me, part of my woes doth hear ;
As you, good Shepherds, list'ning now shall hear.

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SONNET XXII.
[For s]rnilar ' Echo" I=oems, see vol. i. pp. ao-x, 73"6» 3ox» and vol. ii. p. x48
O FAIREST Fair, to thee I make my plaint, my plaint,
To thee from whom my cause of grief

doth spring :
Attentive be unto the groans, sweet Saint !
Which unto thee in doleful tunes I sing.
My mournful Muse doth always speak
of thee.
My love is pure, 0 do hot it disdain !
With bitter sorrow still oppress hot me ;
But mildly look upon me which complain.
Kill hot my true-affecting thoughts; but
give
Such precious balm of comfort to my
heart,
That casting off despair, in hope to live,
I may find help at length to case my
smart.
So shall you add such courage to my love,
That fortune false, my faith shall not
remove.

doth spring.
sweet Saint !
I sing.
of thee.
disdain !
not me ;
which complain.
but give
my heart,
hope to lire,
to case my smarl
my love,
shall hot remove.

SONNET XXIII.

HE Phoenix fair which rich Arabia breeds,
When wasting time expires her tragedy ;
No more on PHOEBUS' radiant rayes she feeds :
But heapeth up great store of spicery ;
And on a lofty tow'ring cedar tree,
With heavenly substance, she herself consumes.
From whence she young again appears to be,
Out of the cinders of her peerless plumes.
So I, which long have frid in love's flame,
The tire, not ruade of spice, but sighs and tears,
Revive again, in hope Disdain to shame,
And put to flight the author of my fears.
Her eyes revive decaying lire in me ;
Though they augmentors of m¥ thraldom be.

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SONNET XXIV.

HOUGH they augmentors of my thraldom be :
For her I lire, and her I love and none else.
O then, fair eyes, look mildly upon me !
Who poor, despised, forlorn, must lire alone else :
_And, like AMVNT-S, haunt the desert cells
(And moneyless there breathe out thy cruelty)
Where none but Care and Melancholy dwell.
i, for revenge, to NEMESIS will cry!
If that will hot prevail ; my wandering ghost,
Which breathless here this love-scorched trunk shall leave,
Shall unto thee, with tragic tidings post!
How thy disdain did life from soul bereave.
Then, ail too late, my death thou wilt repent !
When murder's guilt, thy conscience shall torment.

SONNET XXV.

t-Io doth not know that LOVE is triumphant,
Sitting upon the throne of majesty ?
The gods themselves, his cruel darts do daunt :
And he, blind boy, smiles at their misery !
LOVE ruade great JOVE ofttimes transform his shape.
LOVE ruade the tierce ALCIDES stoop at last.
zkClllLLES, stout and bold, could hot escape
The direful doom which LOVE upon him cast.
LOVE ruade LE-NDER pass the dreadful flood,
Which Cestos from Abydos doth divide.
LOVE ruade a chaos where proud Ilion stood.
Through LOVE the Carthaginian DIDO died.
Thus may we see how LOVE doth fuie and reign ;
Bringing those under, which his power disdain.
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SONNET XXVI.

HOUGH you be fait and beautiful withal ;
And I ara black, for which you me despise :
Know that your beauty subject is to fall!
Though you esteem it at so high a price.
And time may corne when that whereof you boast,
Which is your youth's chier wealth and omament,
Shall withered be by winter's raging frost ;
When beauty's pride and flowering years are spent.
Then wilt thou mourn ! when none shall thee respect.
Then wilt thou think how thou hast scorned my tears !
Then, pitiless, each one will thee neglect ;
When hoary grey shall dye thy yellow hairs.
Then wilt thou think upon poor CoRII's case !
Who loved thee dear, yet lived in thy disgrace.

SONNET XXVII.

LOVE, leave off with sorrows to torment me !
Let my heart's grief and pining pain content thee
The breach is ruade ; I give thee leave to enter
Thee to resist, great god, I dare hot venture !
Restless desire doth aggravate my anguish ;
Careful conceits do fill my soul with languish :
Be hot too cruel, in thy conquest gained !
Thy deadly shafts have victory obtained !
Batter no more my Fort with tierce affection ;
But shield me, captive, under thy protection !
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I yield to thee, 0 LOVE. thou art the stronger !
Raise then thy siege, and trouble me no longer!

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SONNET XXVIII.

I-IAT cruel star, or rate, had dominion
When I was born ? that thus my love is crossed.
Or from what planer had I derivation ?
That thus my lire in seas of woe is crosse&
Doth any lire that ever hath such hap,
That all their actions are of none effect ?
Whom Fortune never dandled in her lap ;
But, as an abject, still doth me reject.
Ah, fickle Dame! and yet thou constant art
My daily grief and anguish to increase !
And to augment the troubles of my heart ;
Thou, of these bonds will never me release !
So that thy darlings, me to be may know,
The true Idea of all Worldl¥ Woe.

SONNET XXIX.

OME in their hearts, their Mistress's colours bear ;
Some hath her gloves; some other hath her
garters ;
Some in a bracelet wear her golden hair ;
And some with kisses seal their loving charters :
But I, which never favom reapd yet,
Nor had one pleasant look from her fair brow ;
Content myself in silent shade to sit,
In hope at length my cares to overplow.
Meanwhile mine eyes shall feed on her faqr face !
My sighs shall tell to her my sad designs !
My painful pen shall ever sue for grace !
To help my heart, which languishing now pines.
And I will triumph still amidst my woe,
Till mercy shall m¥ sorrows overflow.

SONNET XXX.

HE raging sea, within his limits lies ;
And with an ebb, his flowing doth discharge :
The rivers, when beyond their bounds they rise
Themselves do empty in the ocean large :
But my love's sea, which never limit keepeth ;
Which never ebbs, but ahvays ever floweth,
In liquid sait unto my CHLORIS weepeth ;
Yet frustrate are the tears which he bestoweth.
This sea, which first was but a little spring,
ls now so great, and far beyond all reason,
That it a deluge to rny thoughts doth bring ;
Which overvhelmèd hath my joying season.
So hard and dry is my Saint's cruel mind ;
These waves no way in ber to sink can find.

SONNET XXXl.

.,,HESE waves no way in her to sink can find ;
To penetrate the pith of contemplation.
These tears cannot dissolve her hardened mind,
Nor more her heart on me to take compassion.
O then, poor (]ORIN, scorned and quite despised,
Loathe now to lire ! since life procures my woe.
Enough thou hast thy heart anatomised,
For her sweet sake which will no pretty show.
But as cold winter's storms and nipping frosts
Can never change sweet AMARANTHUS' hue ;
So, though my love and life by her are crossed,
Niy heart shall still be constant firm and true t.
Although ERINNYES hinder HVt«EN's rites,
My fixèd faith against oblivion fights.

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SONNET XXXII.

Y fixd faith against oblivion fights ;
And I cannot forget her, pretty Elf!
Although she cruel be unto my plights ;
Yet let me rather clean forger myself,
Than ber sweet naine out of my mind should go:
Which is th' elixir of my pining soul ;
From whence the essence of my life doth flow.
Whose beauty rare, my senses ail control ;
Themselves most happy evermore accounting
That such a Nymph is Queen of their affection :
With ravished rage, they to the skies are mounting ;
Esteeming hot their thraldom nor subjection.
But still do joy amidst their misery ;
With patience bearing LOVE's captivity.

SONNET XXXIII.

ITH patience bearing LOVE's captivity,
Themselves unguilty of his wrath alleging ;
These homely Lines, abjects of Poesy,
For liber W and for their ransom pledging :
And being free, they solemnly do vow
Under his banner ever arms to bear
Against those rebels, which do disallow
That Love, of Bliss should be the sovereign Heir.
And CHLORIS, if these weeping Truce-men may
One spark of pity from thine eyes obtain,
In recompense of their sad heavy Lay ;
Poor CORIII shall thy faithful friend remain.
And what I say, I ever will approve,
"No joy may be comparèd to thy love 1"

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SONNET XXXIV.

H- bird of Thrace, which doth bewail her rape
And murdered ITIS eaten by his Sire,
When she her woes in doleful tunes doth shape ;
She sets her breast against a thorny briar.
Because care-charmer Sleep should hOt disturb
The tragic tale which to the night she tells ;
She doth her rest and quietness thus curb,
Amongst the groves where secret silence dwells.
Even so I wake; and waking, wail ail night.
CItLORIS' unkindness, slumbers doth expel.
I need hot thorns, sweet sleep to put to flight.
Her crueltlr, mg golden rest doth quell :
That day and night to me are onllr one ;
Consumed in woe, in tears, in sighs, and moan.

SONNET XXXV.

IKE to the shipman, in his brittle boat,
Tossed aloft by the unconstant wind ;
By dangerous rocks and whirling gulfs doth float,
Hoping, at length, the wishèd Port to find:
So doth my love in stormy billows sail,
And passing the gaping SC3?LLA'S waves,
In hope at length with CHLORIS to prevail ;
And win that prize which most my fancy craves.
Which unto me of value will be more
Than was that rich and wealthy Golden Fleece ;
Which JAsOlq stout, from Colchos island bore,
With wind in sails, unto the shore of Greece,
More rich, more rare, more worth her love I prize;
Than all the wealth which under heaven lies.

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SONNET XXXVI.

WHAT a wound, and what a deadly stroke,
Doth CUPID give to us, perplexed lovers !
Which cleaves, more fast than ivy doth to oak,
Unto out hearts where he his might discovers.
Though warlike 1VARS were armd at all points
With that tried coat which fier3' VULCAN made ;
LOVE's shafts did penetrate his steelèd joints,
And in his breast in streaming gore did wade.
So pitiless is this fell conqueror,
That in his Mother's paps his arrows stuck !
Such is his rage! that he doth not defer
To wound those orbs, from whence he life did suck.
Then sith no mercy he shews to his mother ;
We meekly must his force and rigour smother.

SONNET XXXVII.

ACH beast in field doth vish the morning light.
The birds to HESPg.R pleasant Lays do sing.
The wanton kids, well fed, rejoice in night ;
Being likewise glad when day begins to spring.
But night, nor day, are welcome unto me:
Both can bear witness of my lamentation.
Ail day, sad sighing CORIN yOU shall see ;
All night he spends in tears and exclamation.
Thus still I live, although I take no test ;
But living look as one that is a dying :
Thus my sad soul, with care and grief opprest,
Seems as a ghost to Styx and Lethe flying.
Thus hath fond love bereft my youthful years
Of ail good hap, belote old age appears.

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SONNET XXXVIII.

HAT day wherein mine eyes cannot her see,
Which is the essence of their crystal sight ;
Both blind, obscure, and dim that day they be,
And are debarrèd of fair heaven's light.
That day wherein mine ears do want to hear her ;
Hearing, that day, is from me quite bereft.
That day wherein to touch I corne hot near her ;
That day no sense of touching I have left.
That day wherein I lack the fragrant smell,
Which from her pleasant amber breath proceedeth ;
Smelling, that day, disdains with me to dwell.
Only weak hope, m¥ pining carcase feedeth.
But burst, poor heart ! Thou hast no better hope,
Since all thy senses have no further scope.

SONNET XXXIX.

HE stately lion and the furious bear,
The skill of man doth alter from their kind ;
For where before they wild and savage were,
By Art, both rame and meek you shall them find
The elephant, although a mighty beast,
A man may rule according to his skill.
The lusty horse obeyeth our behest,
For with the curb, you may him guide at will.
Although the flint most hard contains the fise,
By force we do his virtue soon obtain'."
For with a steel you shall bave your desire.
Thus man may ail things by industry gain.
Only a woman, if she list not love ;
No art, nor force, can unto pi W more

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SONNET XL.

O art nor force can unto pity move
Her stony heart, that makes my heart to pant :
No pleading passions of my extreme love
Can mollify her mind of adamant.
Ah, cruel sex, and foe to all mankind !
Either you love, or else you hate, too much !
A glist'ring show of gold in you we find ;
And yet you prove but copper in the touch.
But why ? O why, do l so far digress ?
Nature you ruade of pure and fairest mould,
The pomp and glory of Man to depress ;
And as your slaves in thraldom them to hold :
Which by experience now too well I prove,
There is no pain unto the pains of love.

SONNET XLI.

IIR Shepherdess, when as these rustic lines
Corne to thy sight, weigh but with what affection
Thy servile doth depaint his sad designs ;
Which to redress, of thee he makes election.
If so you scorn, you kill ; if you seem coy,
You wound poor CORIN to the very heart ;
If that you smile, you shall increase his joy ;
If these you like, you banish do all smart :
And this I do protest, most fairest Fair,
My Muse shall never cease that hill to climb,
To which the learned Muses do repair !
And all to deify thy name in rhyme.
And never none shall write with truer mind
As by all proof and trial you shall find.

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SONNET XLII.

IE, die my Hopes ! for you do but augment
The burning accents of my deep despair ;
Disdain and scorn, your downfall do consent :
Tell to the World, She is unkind, yet fair.
O Eyes, close up those ever-running fountains !
For pitiless are all the tears you shed ;
Vherewith you watered have both dales and mountains.
I see, I see remorse from her is fled.
Pack hence, ye Sighs, into the empty air !
Into the air that none your sound may hear.
Sith cruel CHLORIS hath of you no care
(Although she once esteemèd you full dear) ;
Let sable night all your disgraces cover !
Yet truer sighs were never sighed by lover.

SONNET XLIII.

Hou glorious Sun (from xvhence my lesser light
The substance of his crystal shine doth borrow)
Let these my moans find favour in thy sight,
And with remorse extinguish now my sorrow !
Renew those lamps which thy disdain hath quenched,
As IHOEBUS doth his sister PHOEBE's shine :
Consider how thy CORIN, being drenched
In seas of woe, to thee his plaints incline !
And at thy feet, with tears, doth sue for grace ;
Which art the goddess of his chaste desire.
Let not thy frowns, these labours poor deface v
Although aloft they at the first aspire.
And time shall come, as yet unknown to men,
When I more large thy praises forth shall pen.

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SONNET XLIV.

HEN I more large thy praises forth shall show,
That ail the World thy beauty shall admire ;
Desiring that most sacred,Nymph to know,
Which hath the Shepherd s fancy set on tire.
Till then, my dear, let these thine eyes content
Till then, fair Love, think if I merit favour !
Till then, O let thy merciful assent
Relish my hopes with some comforting savour !
So shall you add such courage to my Muse,
That she shall climb the steep Parnassus' Hill :
That learned Poets shall my deeds peruse,
When I from thence obtainèd bave more skilL
And what I sing shall always be of thee,
As long as lire, or breath, remains in me.

SONNET XLV.

HEN she was born, whom I entirely love,
Th' immortal gods, her birth-rites forth to grace,
Descending from their glorious seat ahove ;
They did on her, these several virtues place
First SATURN gave to her Sobriety ;
JOVE then enduèd ber with Comeliness ;
And SOL with Wisdom did her beautify ;
1V[ERCUR¥ with Wit and Knowledge did her bless
VENUS with Beauty did ail parts bedeck
LUNA therewith did Modesty combine ;
DIhNh chaste, ail loose desires did check ;
And like a lamp in clearness she doth shine.
But MARS, according to his stubborn kind,
No virtue gave ; but a disdainful mind.

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SONNET XLVI.

IEN CHLORIS first, with her heart-robbing eye,
Enchanted had my silly senses ail ;
1 little did respect LovE's cruelty :
I never thought his snares should me enthrall.
But since ber tresses have entangled me,
My pining flock did never hear me sing
Those jolly notes, which erst did make them glee ;
Nor do my kids about me leap and spring
As thêy were wont : but when they hear my cry ;
They likewise cry, and fill the air with bleating.
Then do my sheep upon the cold earth lie,
And feed no more. My griefs they are repeating.
O CHLORIS, if thou then sawest them and me,
I am sure thou would'st both pity them and me!

SONNET XLVII.

UT of thy heart too cruel I thee tell,
Which hath tormented my young budding age ;
And doth, (unless your mildness, passions quell)
My utter ruin near at hand presage.
Instead of blood, which wont was to display
His ruddy red upon my hairless face ;
By over-grieving, that is fled awa¥ :
Pale dying colour there hath taken place.
Those curld locks, which thou wast wont to twist,
Unkempt, unshorn, and out of order been ;
Since my disgrace, I had of them no list,
Since when, these eyes no joyful day have seen :
Nor never shall, till you renew again
The mutual love which did possess us twain.

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SONNET XLVII!.

Ou that embrace enchanting Poesy,
Be gracious to perplexd CogIl's lines !
¥ou that do feel Love's proud authority,
Help me to sing my sighs and sad designs !
CHLORIS, requite not faithful love with scorn
But, as thou oughtest, have commiseration.
I have enough anatomized and torn
My heart, thereof to make a pure oblation.
Likewise consider how thy CORIN prizeth
Thy parts above each absolute perfection [
How he, of every precious thing deviseth,
To make thee Sovereign [ Grant me then affection
Else thus I prize thee, CHLORIS is alone
More hard than gold, or pearl, or precious stone.

SONNET XLIX.
OLIN, I know that, in thy lofty wit,
Thou wilt but laugh at these my youthful lines ;
Content I ara, they should in silence sit,
Obscured from light to sing their sad designs.
But that it pleasèd thy grave Shçpherdhood,
The Patron of my maiden verse to be ;
When I in doubt of raging envy stood :
And now I weigh not who shall Cz¢zo,vzs see !
For fruit before it cornes to full perfection
But blossoms is, as every man doth know :
So these, being blooms, and under thy protection,
In time I hope to ripeness more will grow.
And so I leave thee to thy worthy Muse;
Desiring thee, ail faults here to excuse
FINIS.

LAURA.
The Toys of a Traveller :
or

The Feast of Fancy.

DIVIDED INTO THREE I:)ARTS.

R[O:WT] T[OçT],

Gentleman.

Poca favilla gran amma seconda.

LON DON,
Printed by VALNTN Sraras.
1597.

353

To the no less virtuous than fair, t]e
Honourable Lady Lvc', sister to
tbe tbrice renwned and noble

Lord, Heev8 " [PevcY] Earl

OOD 1V[adam, I make bold to present unto you a
few Toys of mine own travail: [the] most part
conceived in Italy, and some of them brought
forth in England. By which my imperfections,
you may see, as in a lively mirror, your own
perfections; and by the follies of my rechlesse [heedless]
youth, behold plainly the virtues of your flowering age:
hoping your Ladyship will keep them as privately, as I
send them unto you most willingly.
Neither doubt I at ail but that your excellent spirit will
judge graciously of this my bare, yet bounden, conceit ; and
to accept the same, as a mean[s], at idle times, to drive
away that self-pleasing, yet ill-easing, humour of never-glad
melancholy, which spiteful Fortune, seeking (though in vain)
most injuriously to insult over you, laboureth by ail means
possible to inflict upon you : the virtuous behaviour of your-
self being such as, even in the midst of all your crosses, you
cross ber designs with an invincible heart, and with your
honourable carriage carry ber, with ail ber devices, as a slave
to follow you, in all your generous and thrice-noble actions ;
maugre the intricate labyrinth of so many and infinite
troubles allotted, most unworthily, unto you, by the irre-
vocable doom of your too partial and flinty Destiny. Ail

354 THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY.

which notwithstanding, you bear and over-bear, with a
most resolute staiedness; and a resolved courage of a right
P E R C Y, and of a mind .4/«r sc.
But additions breed suspicions; and fair words, for the
most part are counted the blazons of flattery: therefore I
wili leave to the temperate judgment of the wise, and to
the uncorrupt censure of the worthier sort, your heroical
and undaunted mind; and the integrity and never-stained
proceedings of your spotless self.
Only this, with submission, will I say, that if the richness
of the ground is known by the corn; the daintiness of the
water, by the sweetness of the fish ; and the goodness of the
tree, by the rareness of the fruit: then may every man give
a guess of the internal habit and excellent qualities of your
inward mind, by the outward behaviour and apparent sem-
blance of your exceeding chaste, and more than admirable,
demeanour in every respect.
And thus, hoping your Honour will as debonairly accept
of these Trifles, as I dutifully bequeath them unto you;
and with the sun-shining favour of your gracious aspect
deign to read these few lines: craving both privilege, and
pardon, for all such faults and defects as shall happen to
be discovercd in the saine,

I humbly devote myself unto
Your Ladyship's thrice-virtuous and immaculate
disposition and command whatsoever,
Who am bound, as a vasssal,
To do homage unto the saine for ever,

355

2"o tke Gentle, and Genllemen, Readers
whalsoever.

ENTLEMEN. As the Fencer first maketh a
flourish with his weapon before he cometh
to strokes, in playing [for] his prize: so I
thought good, pro formd only, to use these
few lines unto you, before you corne to the pith of
the matter.
What the Gentleman was, that wrote these verses,
I know hOt; and what She is, for whom they are
devised, I cannot guess: but thus much I can say,
That as they came into the hands of a friend of mine
[? the R. B. of page 424] by mere fortune; so hap-
pened I upon them by as great a chance.
Only in this I must confess we are both to blame,
that whereas he having promised to keep private the
original ; and I, the copy, secret : we have both con-
sented to send it abroad, as common; presuming
chiefly upon your accustomed courtesies. Assuring
ourselves, if we may have your protections, we shall
think ourselves as safe as ULZSSES did, when he
was shadowed under the shield of P,LL.S against
furious Aj.x; so we, by your countenances, shall
be sufficiently furnished to encounter against any
foul-mouthed J.cKs whatsoever.
To censure of this Work is for better wits than

356 To THE READER. [v.s,.,.

mme own: and it is for Poets, not Printers
lherefore was wrillcn &y
Priner of this Book. See also page 424] to give
judgement of this matter. Yet, if I may ke bold to
report what I bave heard other Gentlemen affirm,
Many have written worse; Some, better; Few, so
well. The Work, being so full of Choice and Change
as, it is thought, it will rather delight every way than
dislike any way.
Thus, courteous Gentlemen, building upon my
wonted foundation of your friendly acceptance, I
rest your debtors; and will study, in what I can,
daily to make you amends.

Yours always

[VALEIWTINE S [MMES.]

357

2ellla bellissima sua Signora.
E.C.

[The Lady's narne was E. CARIL :see Book II., Poem XXXIII.,
at page 397-]

HROUGH thee, not of thee, Lady fait I write ;
Through power of Beauty, hOt of Virtues, thine :
With zealous will, though slender be my might,
I, weakling, seek an eagle's nest to climb.
Then guide my feet ! and if to slip I chance,
Uphold me by the favour of thy glance !

Accept in gree these verses rudely penned ;
A slgn of duty which to thee I owe:
And deign with sweet regard them to defend ;
Which as condemnèd else are like to go.
In thee, it rests the stamp on them to set:
If current, Pass ! Suppressed ! if counterfeit.

And though the note, thy praises only fit,
Of sweetest bird, the dulcet nightingale :
IRanar stna Disdain hot little Robin RedbreasT yet
ht¢, and
,h forth, [ti liue wantinff.]
initiais of the
Au,hor.l What he doth want in learning or in skill ;
He doth supply with zeal of his goed will

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PoEu TO MISTRESS E. CARIL. [R.l"oft«
L 597

For only Thee, they were devised alone :
And unto Thee, they dedicated are.
Who knows ? Perhaps this kindness, by thee shown,
Shall make this glimpse shine like a glittering star.
Such is thy virtue in the World his sight ;
Thy crow though black, may go for swan most white.

Then doubt me not, though parted we remain :
In England thou; and I in Italy.
As I did part, I will return again,
Loyal to thee ; or else with shame l'll die !
True Loyers, when they travel countries strange,
The air, and not their constant minds, do change.

Coelunt, non animu, ntugant, cui lrans ma e currunL

ffettionatissimo servid, deCet
diçina Bellezaa sua.

R. T.

L A U RA.

THE FIRST PART.

IIIIORTUNE, cross-friend to ever-conquering
loe I.] l Love,
OE/Out bodies, Lady, bath divided far;
[ [/ Butyetourconstantmindsshecannotmove,
Which over-strong for ber devices are.
" Woe's me[ in England thou dost bide,
and I,
Scarce shadow of my self, in Italy.
But let her do ber worst, and what is frail
And mortal seek to separate and undo ;
Yet what immortal is, she never shall
A string too high for her to reach unto.
In spite of envious seeds, by malice sown,
My heart shall aye be thine ; and mine, ine own ]
adoa.

II.

HOUGH I do part, my heart yet doth not part ;
My poor afflicted body parts in twain,
And doth in pieces two divide my heart :
One piece my fainting spirit doth sustain,
The other part I leave with thee behind,
(The better part, and of my heart most dear) ;
Then to that part, so parted, be thou kind !
And to the saine impart thy loving cheer !
That I, returning, may again unite
This parted heart ; and find for grief, delight.

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III.

IKE to the blacksome Night, I may compare
My Mistress' gown, when darkness 'plays his
prize :
But her sweet face, like to the sun most fait ;
When he in glory 'ginneth to arise.
Yet this no whit the other doth disgrace ;
But rather doubleth Beauty in the place.
Contraries like to these set opposite,
So dainty and so pleasing in their show
To lookers on, do breed no small delight ;
And pleasure great thereby to them doth grow.
0 wonder strange! 0 solace sweet! to see
In one self subject, Night and Day tobe.

IV.

N the Egean dangerous Sea of Love,
In midst of faithless waves and wicked wind ;
Where, to my cost, most bitter brunts I prove:
A new ./kRION, there, myself I finck
And though, as he, I play on harp and sing ;
Yet cannot cunning mine so high aspire
As for to make the skipping fish me bring
Unto that wishd shore I so desire.
Only my LAURA, peerless for to see,
May, in this troubled flood, my dolphin bel

REAT was the strife between the sun on high
And my fair Sun, when first she 'gan to 'pear,
Who should exceed in brightest majesty ;
And show in sight of spacious world most clear.
The sun did shine ; but she did lighten bright,
And so his burning beams extinguished quite.
Nay more, my Sun on sudden to the sun
Sent light ; and yet no light at ail did want:
Where else the other had been quite undone
For lack of brightness ; which with him was scant
The beauty then the sun doth use to show,
My Sun doth give ; and from her, it doth grow.

VI.

URNED to a stone was he that did bewray,
Unwitting, to the crafty thief himself
The theft ; hot thinking he had stolen the prey,
In hope to gain a little paltry pelf.
So I, who unawares to cruel Thee,
The robber of my heart, confessed the theft ;
A senseless stone like BATTUS ara to see:
Only in this malike that shape bereft,
That where to worthless stone he turnèd was ;
I for a Touchstone true of Love do pass

VII.

OWN from the neck unto that dainty Breast,
(Which Nature made a Mirror of Delight ;
And where a World of Beauties sweet do test)
Doth hang a costly Chain of Peafl most bright ;
And of proportion are so just and round,
That such in India rich cannot be round.
Bes[des, their orient brightness is alike ;
So that mine eyes are dazzled with the saine,
And, not much used to see so fair a sight
(A sight which doth the sun in glory stain),
Cannot discern, though them they both do see,
If Breast be Pearl, or Pearl in Bosom

VIII.

O give that lire, which had not breath before ;
laROMETHEIJS, from above, stole heavenly tire :
For which his boldness he was plagud sore,
A just reward for such a high aspire.
So whilst I steal from thee, my heaven above,
The heat which doth revive my dying spfite:
For rashness, mine eternal grief I prove.
Yet, though out fault's all one--the plague's not like :
He feels of vulture one, alone, the smart ;
But I have thousands, which still gnaw my heart.

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IX.

OVE, being blind, hath wrought me damage sore ;
Thou, blind in this my loving, evil wast;
Nor would I see the snare, being blind far more,
Wherein myself, I did entangle fast.
Yet hath this blindness harm done unto none
But unto Beauty's buzzard, me alone.
When blinded Boy did catch my harmless heart;
Thou didst hot see the net so intricate
Which bound me (being blind, blind as Thou art !)
To be a thrall in this most wretched state.
So that, alone to work my misery,
LOVE blind is ; blind wert Thou ; and blinder, I,

F, LAURA, thou dost turn 'gainst me in hate;
Then me, such busses sweet wh), dost thou give ?
Wh), check'st thou hot the Cheeks which give the
mate ?
The vital cause whereby I breathe and live ?
Perhaps it is, because through too much job,,
As in sweet swound [swoon], I might away depart :
If so thou do, and think me so to 'no), ;
Kiss hardly ! and with kissing, breed my smartl
Content am I to lose this lire of mine ;
Whilst I do kiss that lovel¥ lip of thine.

XV.

Hou stranger, who with wand'ring steps dost wend,
Thy gazing eyes turn quickly unto me !
And to my speech, with list'ning ear attend
In whom four Elements united be.
Mark well; and, as a wonder, tell the same
Of CUPID's force ! poor Loyers' TAMBURLAINE
First this my body's Earth, and earth most cold.
The Fire within my heart, in covert lies.
The Air's my sighs. Mine eyes do Waters hold.
Thus for my Saint, he doth me martyrize.
Earth is my body ; (Strange seems hOt this same ?)
The Air, m), sighs ; e),es, Water; heart, the Flame.

XVI.

F lovely Lass, for Fairing th[ne, of me
Gold, in this Fair, thou meanest for to have ;
Then give me of th)' hairs ! which golden be.
Give unto me .t since thou of me dost crave
Nor by this bargain, shalt thou Ioss sustain ;
Or ought hereby shalt hindered be, sweet Wench !
Since I, to courteous thee, do give again,
As thankful, gold ; for gold in recompence.
Th), treasnre, so shall mine be ; mine, as thine :
Nor shall th' exchange be worse than gold most fine.

XVII.

OCKED in a cradle, like as infants be,
When I was young, a little wanton child,
Two dainty dugs did nourish lire in me ;
Whilst oft on them, with teat in mouth, I smiled.
Ah, happy I ! thrice happy, might I say ;
Whilst in that harmless state I then did stay.
But now that I am corne to man's estate ;
Such dugs as nursed me in delight and joy
Do seek my death, by poisonous sugared bait ;
Whose sight, without possession, breeds me 'noy.
So what, in childhood, caustd me to live ;
Now, in my youth, doth death unto me give.

XVIII.

F Sea, no other thing doth shew tobe
Than most unstable waters moving oft :
With pardon, Lady, you this seem to me;
So most unstable is your changing thought.
I, likewise, hold a River, that o'erwhelms
With wat'ry salt, within these eyes of mine.
Then let us make a mixture 'mongst ourselves
Of this unsteadfastness and wat'ry brine !
Let's fashion, both of us, a novel Sea!
So heaveni the Haven ; and Lovei the Bay shall be.

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XIX.

ADY, the sun was in Aquarius
When thou wert born ; which is the reason wh
The water of my plaints delight thee thus ;
Without once viewing me with piteous eye.
But when as I was born, the Sign I guess
In Cancer was ; a show of my distres
This is the cause, within my boiling breast
Doth burn a hot and unextinguished tire :
But contrary these Signs in us do rest ;
Nor do they well accord to my desire.
Far better had it been, Aquarius's Sign
Had happed to me; and Cancer's had been thine !

XX.

HAT time, with brow, the Loveliest 'gins to scowl ;
Shewing disdain and fury in her face:
Methinks I see the clouds wax dark and foui;
And gloomy night begins to run his race.
But, ther again, wher She to show begins
Her smiling cheer, adorned svith favour rare:
Straightways the sun, in chariot bright forth springs ;
Clear are the skies ; the gladsome day, most fait.
Thus, in one face, I see, against my will,
The rising of the sur ; and falling, still.

XXI.

ANKLE the wound did in my head apace ;
When fairest She, to play the Surgeon came:
And whilst her snow-white hand did me the grace
To lay the plaster on, which healed the saine,
A wonder strange ! No sooner did she touch
The hurt; but it appeared tobe none such.
Yet, woe is me, no sooner by that hand
Was healed in head my outward fest'rlng wound;
But that instead of that, as countermand,
One mortal scar at inward heart I found.
Thus, LOVE! thou seest is changbd my estate
She checks with Death, that 'fore gave Life for mate.
Venice.

XXII.

F in the midst of kindling burning tire,
That worthy Roman burnt his valiant hand ;
I like another MOTIUS in desire,
Have scorched my fist likewise, through Lovl's
command,
In freshest moisture ; where my Lady sweet,
Her lily hands, for coolness, divèd off.
But though desire between us was alike ;
Yet was the marrer diverse which we sought.
He chose to burn his hand, with courage bold,
In flaming tire ; and I, in water cold.
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XXIII.

I-IE Gentiles used, in sign of sacrifice,
The blood of men to offer ; to appease
The warlike goddess's wrath, in humble wise;
And through the same, her angry mind did please :
But Thou, more wicked Warrior far than she,
In reason may'st more cruel termbd be.
On Beauty's altar, to thee dedicate;
Thousands of Loyers, mustering on a row,
Offer their blood and hearts ! yet mitigate
Thy hardened mind cannot: which flint doth show.
Then is she cruel less than Thou art now:
Since blood ber pleased ; and Thee hearts cannot bow

XXIV.

.OR to behold my Sun, I from the son
Did seek my face to shadow xvith my hand,
To shield me from the heat, that 'gan to corne
In place, where gazing on her I did stand.
But I no sooner from that sun was free,
But that, in that self instant and that time,
I, of mine own Sun, round myself to be
Burnt with the heat ; a most unlucky sign.
So whilst a shade from sun did me defend,
A Sun more hot did hurt me in the end.

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XXV.

HITE was the orient pearl which, on a day,
That hand me gave: which scorns the proud
compare
Of purest white ; and bears the paire away
As of ail pearly Fairs, the orient'st fair.
And whilst She offered unto me the saine,
I knew not which the Pearl was, of the twain.

So white the hand was of my peerless Pearl
As it did dazzle with delight mine eyes,
And pearl seemd to me, giving me the pearl ;
Which ruade me, sighing, say in whisp'ring wise,
"Ah, why once may I not so happy be,
This Pearl to have ; which th' other gives to me ?"

XXVI.

HEN you appear, appears the Break of Day;
And shews to be most fair and passing bright :
But if you keep yourself unseen away,
The Day shows hOt; but keepeth out of sight.
Then if again ),ou 'gin yourself to show ;
Behold the Day to shew itself afresh
With sky most clear. So both of you do grow
In beauty like : in heat nor are you less.
Thus if your beams you ope, or hidden been :
The Break of Day appears ; else ne'er is seen.

XXVII.

USTLV of thee, Love partial, I complaln
That, atone instant and with one self stroke.
Thou dartèd hast into heart, with pain,
my
Cold chilly frost ; and fiery flaming smoke.
Ay me! within me, both I secret hold:
And whilst th' one burns me, th' other makes
me cold.
Then, Cruel, since thou wilt, two contraries,
Against my soul, within my heart shall rest :
Ah, yet make peace 'twixt t_hem, in loving wise
Or else, sweet Love, do promise this at least!
Flame to my frost, and water to my tire ;
Life to m¥ heart, to comfort m¥ desire.

XXVIII.

IANA shineth in the heavens clear ;
Because from purest Sun she takes her light :
And Fait, she shews that of DIANA here
On Earth, doth borrow beauty passing bright.
The virtue then that is infused in ber,
She from DIANA hath; or else from none :
For other thews do all in ber concur ;
And unto ber beholding are alone.
O wonder strange of Nature to reveal !
She, DIAI' gives ; ),et doth from DIAI' steal.
Sienna.

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XXIX.

$ burnishecl gold, such are my Sovereign's Hairs;
A brace of stars divine, ber blackish Eyes ;
Like to the fairest black the raven bears ;
Or fairer, if you fairer can devise.
So likewise fair's the beauty of her Breasts ;
Where Pleasure lurks, where joy still dallying tests.
This VENTIS' Bower, ),ou rightly may compare
To whitest show that e'er from heaven fell ;
Or to the mines of alabaster fair.
Woe's me ! 'Tis sweet to sleep in CUlID's cell!
Whilst he, the heart makes surfeit with delight ;
Through golden Hair, black Eyes, and Breast most white.

XXX.

N-ro thy favour (which when Nature formed,
She went beyond herself with cunning hand),
I may compare what is, in world, adorned
With beauty most; and with most grace doth
stand.
But every mortal whiteness, ne'er so white,
The ivory white of thy white hand exceeds :
So that my soul, which doth fair whiteness like,
Rests on fair whiteness, and on whiteness feeds.
For this is thought, and hopèd of from thee :
White as thy hands, so white thy faith shall be.

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XXXI.

ADY, thou seemest like FORTUNE unto me ;
When I most wistly.mark, how thou dost go
With golden tresses loose (a jo¥ to see !) ;
Which gentle wind about thy ears doth blow.
And as thou her resemblest in this sort ;
So dost thou in attire, and all thy port.
Only thou wantest for thy swift right hand
The rolling Wheel : and shadowing Veil to hide
Those eyes ; which, like Controllers, do command.
But if thou lonst of these to be supplied,
Take me, thy prisoner, for to play this part !
For my desire's the Wheel, the Veil's my heart.

XXXII.

HoIJ, merry, laugh'st, and pleasantly dost smile:
I woeful weep, and mestful sorrow sfill ;
Lest this thy mirth increasing, me beguile,
And weave a web for me of greater iii.
Too well perceive I this thy deep disdain,
By this thy feignèd looks and cloakèd glee.
Thou of disaster mine art glad and fain ;
2knd fain my death, as basilisk, would'st see;
Since that of war and 'bate this laughter is,
And not of gentle peace and calmy bliss.

PART I.--L ,4 tre ,4. 375

XXXIlI.

INCE thou hast changed thy gown and thine attire ;
Ah, change thy thoughts !not always cruel be !
And with new clothes, put on a new desire !
That new, in every point, I may thee see:
And if thou heretofore unkind hast been ;
Be courteous now, and gentle be thou seen !
Thy glory great, thy praise more shalt thou find ;
If, of unconstant, constant thou become !
And of a foe, a faithful friend and kind!
Then change henceforth thy thoughts ! else I, undone.
Give me that colour which so likes mine eyen !
If death, then black : if life, then carnatine [rosy red].

xxxIv.

HANGED is my nature in me ; where before
I like was to a chilly freezing ice ;
I now a flame am, buming inward sore:
And such a flame that burneth in such wise
That if LOVE and my Mistress take no care
For this my hurt, my soul must quickly dic.
Yet one doth see (for both not blinded are I)
The tire so hot doth burn, wherein I f.ry,
That tierce PERILLUS'S boiling Bull of brass
May unto this for icy substance pass.

XXXV.

AR better had it been, I had been dead,
And laid full low in latest home, my grave ;
Than with that drink myself for to bave fed,
Which L.URA mine in crystal glass me gave.
The liquor pleased me, I must needs confess :
Yet to my heart, 'twas poison ne'ertheless.
So that I had contrary quite effect
To my desire ; which I so much did wish.
Love was in fault, who Reason doth reject.
And see my cruel luck, what happed in this!
The wine was sweet ; yet did his nature turn :
It cooled my mouth, but heart within did burn.

XXXVI.

WEET sang thy bird, in ebon cage shut fast,
And did delight thy dainty ears so much
As thou vouchsafedst to give him meat at last ;
And gently did his feathers stroke and touch.
So, Lady, I likewise, in th' ebony
Of thy bright eyes am prisoner, and do sing
Thy Beauty's praise ; and yet hot fed am I
By thee : yet lire through thee ; a wondrous thing !
Love to my heart thy beauty doth supply
For food ; which else, through famine starved, would die.

377

XXXVII.

F white's Moon, thou LAURA seem'st white
th,e
as
;
And white s the gown which you on body wear.
And if her whitely horns, in calmy night,
She, smoothly gliding, shows to us most clear :
You, in the daytime, more and brighter far
Your beauty show ; like bright AURORA'S star.
Like bdghtness both of you abroad do ca.st ;
Though hot effect alike per accidens:
You shine, she shines, your powers eternal last ;
But yet between you is great difference.
Her brightness freezeth, causing deadIy cold :
Xrours doth inflame, and lovely tire doth hold.

XXXVIII.

'VEN as the lamp goeth out, that oil doth wan t,
Or as the sun doth fall in th' Occident ;
So did my heart within me 'gin to pant ;
My vital spirits away by little went :
When, taking on me pity, graciously
My Mistress's hem of garment, trailing downi
Touched me; and me revivd suddenly.
Then if such virtue be within her gown ;
Imagine what doth stay her corpse within .t
Which who seeth, through sweetness needs must sin.

,378 L , UR ,.PART 1. [a'°«*"«
597-

XXXIX.

. IATED on marble was my Lady blithe,
Holding in hand a crystal looking-glass ;
Marking of Loyers thousands ; who alive,
Thanks only to her beauty rare, did pass.
To pry in glasses likes her: but afterward
She takes the nature of the stone most hard.
For whilst she cheerfully doth fix her eyes,
Gazing upon the brightness of the one ;
Her heart, by th' other's made, in strangy wise,
Hard as a rock and senseless as a stone :
So that if Love this breaketh hOt in twain ;
It will a flint become, to others' pain.

XL.

O more a man, as once I was, ara I :
' Since this new CIRCE, moved by tierce disdain,
i_ H ath changed me to a Fountain never dry;
- Wherein myself, with bitter tears I bain [? bat/tel.
Then am I one who always eyes do bear;
And breast of water flowing only full.
Take heed, you Loyers ail, of ber! and fear
The sugared baits of this deceitful Trull !
Lest by this CIRCV- new, you be deceived,
As I have been; and be of shape bereaved.

379

The Conclusion qf the First Part.

Hv. Macedonian Monarch once did deign,
In cheerful sort, in kind and loving wise,
To feast in village with a homely Swain ;
Who entertained him, as in country guise,
With curds and creams, and such like knacks he
had.
Whereof the courteous Prince accepted glad.

So, Lady, boldly I presumèd have,
To invite you to a sorry banquet base ;
Nor to disdain the saine, of you I crave !
Though cates too coarse for you ; too pocr, the place.
I cannot, as I would, give curds and cream ;
But milk and whey : my fortune is so mean.

Yet (if you shall accept it graciously ;
And with your favour sweet, this board adorn)
The virtue which is in you, presently,
The whey, to curds ; the milk, to cream shall turn.
But if your look (you angry) turn away ;
The milk shall still be milk ; the whey, still whey.

Then as the sun in glorious wise doth shine
As well on valley low as mountain high ;
Vouchsafe one cheerful glimpse of favour thine
On poor me, from out that heavenly eye!
Unworthy I, such grace ! I do confess:
Yet worthy thou to do so, ne'ertheless.

LAURA.

THE SECOND PART.

F I somewhile look up into the Skies,
I see, fair Lady, that saine cheerful light ;
Which, like to you, doth shine in glorious
wise :
And if on th' Earth, I chance to cast my
sight ;
The moveless centre firm to me doth show
The hardness which within your heart doth grow.
If Seas I view, the flowing waves most plain
Your fickle faith do represent to me.
So as I still behold you, to my pain ;
When as the Skies, or th' Earth, or Seas I see:
For in your seemly self doth plain appear
Like faith ; like hardness ; and like brightness clear.

II.

ARVEL I do not, though thou dost not see
My griefs and martyrs; which I still sustain.
For thou, the Mole of Love dost seem to me ;
But if a Mole, th' art only to my pain.
How cornes it then that, seeing thou art blind,
Thou me consum'st, as if thou had'st thy sight ?
Why, as thy nature by instinct doth bind,
Stayest hot below ? Pack hence, and leave this light !
Either those eyes still shut, not me to grieve ;
Or under ground, in darkness, always lire!

382 L , ug ,.--PRr II. [*'r°"'*
x597.

III.

F whilom, in times past, hat Spartan, Lass
(« The Flower of Greece, ' Dan PARIS s costly joy)
Through her fair feature, the only causer was,
So many Knights were slain at Siege of Troy :
Thou, LAuI.n., art unlike unto her far!
In this our Age, a much more blessed star.
For she brought Wars, Strife, Death, and Cruelty ;
Where thou, alone, bring'st Peace and Pleasure still.
Ah, happy thrice, that ligs in love with thee!
And if, by chance, un'wares, thou sometimes kill :
Thou, vith thy stalle, the wound canst heal again ;
And give him lire, whom thou before hadst slain.
tisa.

IV.

HOOT forth no more those darts from lightning
eyes !
Unkind ! Why seek'st to stop my fainting breath ?
Go, and invent some new kind exercise;
New weapons seek wherewith me to offend !
Play the right Tyrant ! Choices use in death ;
Whereby, I dying, content may rest thy will.
But tell me ? Wouldst so fain my life should end ?
And know'st not, Sweet extremes do sudden kill?
Cruel, kiss me but once! and thou shalt see
Ended my life with that same kiss to be.

F xvhat is heavy craves the Centre base ;
The earth below, as Nature xvills the same :
I-Ieavy the woeful griefs are, in this case,
Which invard in my heart I do sustain.
And if what's light, by kind, aloft doth mount :
Then light's my love with thee, of light account.
So that in doubtful dangerous extreme,
Wretch that I am ! myself ara sore afraid :
And doubt of thee, so far from Golden Mean ;
Nor know I well out of this depth to wade.
Lest that my lire be shortened, or I die ;
Whether it heavy, falls ; or light, ascends on high.

VI.

ADXr, what time I seek in mournful note
To show mine agonies and bloody moan,
M l, Voice doth fail; and hoarse and harsh my
throat :
And this doth corne through you, through you alone
The whilst I think, by means of you in Song,
To rnitigate some part of this my smart ;
Instead thereof, you do me double wrong :
And with a glance you take away my Heart.
So that I find great hurt by this your theft :
Since where, belote but Voice, now Heart, 's bereft.

384 L A u R A.PART I I. [.,a,,,,,.«

VII.

S rocks become, exposed 'gainst waves and vind,
More hard ; such is thy nature, stubbom Dame!
Opposed 'gainst waters of my plaints most kind ;
And winds of mine hot sighs, which inward flame,
That hardness such to increase 'bout heart is round,
As to it, soif might seem the diamond.
Henceforward then, let no man think to more
By weeping or lamenting, to his will,
This self-willed Saint ; which too too well I prove
A senseless stone to be unto me still.
Since, to my grief, from all good luck debarred ;
With plaints and sighs, she doth become more hard.

VIII.

ARK, Loyers! Hark, a strange miracle
Of one, deprived of heart; yet death doth 'scape !
Mine L. a flower gave me, which sweet did smell ;
And for the same, away my lire did take.
So that I only breathe through scent of flower ;
And without heart, not without life, I live.
Then is hot this, of might LOVE his power
St wonder strange ? which he for sport doth give :
When that a flower sustaineth me alone
With lire ; who in my body, heart have none.

IX.

HEN I did part from thee the other night ;
Methought a foui black dog, with ugly shape,
Did follow me : and did me sore affright ;
And ail the way did greedy on me gape.
Nor I this cur, how he at me did howl,
Can well as yet forger, with chaps most foui.
Then thinking of his colour, hateful black ;
Methought some iii, my thought did fear to come,
And said within me, "Tutu again, turn back!
If forward thou dost go, thou art undone !"
Then pardon, Lady, if I back again
Am come this night, with you for to remain.

Y mourning Mistress's garments, black doth bear;
And I in black, like ber, attirèd am !
Yet diverse is the cause why black we wear ;
She for another's death doth shew the same.
I for another reason bear this suit ;
Only to show by this, my outward weed,
Mine inward grief (although my tongue be mute)
Of tender heart ; which deadly sighs doth bleed.
Thrice happy I, if, as in habit [dress] we
Are both in one, out minds both one might be.
11, 2B )

XI.

F April fresh doth kindly give us flowers ;
September yields with more increase the fruit.
Sweetest, you have in bosom, Beauty's Bowers,
Both these sweet rides: whence forth they
always shoot
Both flower and fruit. Ail only you, alone,
Can give me, when you please ; or else can none.
O dainty bosom, bosom rich in price,
Surmounting mountains huge of beaten gold ;
Whose whiteness braves the whitest snow that lies
On highest hills, whose height none tan behold.
In you, my soul doth hope, without annoy,
Both Spring and Harvest, one day to enjoy.

XII.

RAWN, cunning Painter, ha.st thou with great art,
The Shadow [Irage] of my lovely LAURA fait ;
Which object sweet not smally joys my heart :
But little didst thou think, nor wast thou 'ware,
That where thou thought'st my fancy for to please,
Effect contrary sorts to my desire :
So that it breeds, in body mine, unease ;
And, senseless, burns my heart with feeling tire.
O strange success ! What made was for content
Doth most displease ; and, lifele.ss, doth torment.

XIII.

HEN first the cruel Fait deîgned graciously
To look on me with kind and courteous view ;
And cast on me a lovely glancing eye:
She knew hOt that I was ber servant true.
But She no sooner 'ware was of the same ;
But that She turned ber back with great disdain.
So as the wound I then close bare in breast ;
I now, through grief, show outward in my face :
But if that She, by whom I woundd rest,
Lives in compassion cold towards me, sans grace :
Hard hearted is She, cruel was She to her friend;
And wicked shall be, world withouten end.

XIV.

HEN first the sun did shine upon her eyes,
Who fairest 'mongst her beauteous sex doth show;
The heavens ber dainty corpse, in courteous wise,
Covered with chilly cold and whitest snow.
She, through the nature of that humour cold,
Both coldest Ice, at once, and purest White
Draws to herself. Then none, for strange should hold ;
Though, to me, fair and cruel is her sight :
Since that the heavens, for favours, did impart
A snow-white corpse to ber, and frozen heart.

,c.--PART I I. [R. "ro««.,,».«

XV.

.,HE dusky cloud in sky, with shadow dark,
Doth cover oft the sun's rnost clearest light :
So as his bearns we cannot see, nor mark ;
And he hirnself doth play at least in sight.
Ah were I such a cloud on earth to cover
My sweetest Sun ! as doth that cloud, the other.
But if that cloud do vanish soon away,
And doth as rnornentary pass and vade ;
Eternal would I be to hide her aye,
And of a harder rnixture would be rnade.
O happy I ! O fortunate eclipse!
With kissing so to darken those fair lips.

XVI.

,Ro milk of Juto, as the Poets feign,
The Lily had its whiteness, passing white :
And frorn Aboutis' blood, that lovely Swain,
The Rose his colour red, which doth delight.
Thou, pretty Soul, hast both the colours rare
Of these sweet flowers ; which others ail exceed.
Thy breast's a bed of beauteous Lilies fait ;
Thy dain W cheeks, pure damask Rose breed.
O fruitful garden flow'ring ; where appear
The Rose and Lily at ail rimes of year !

XVII.

F constant love, I am the wasted tire ;
The furious wind's my Lady's angry eye:
Who whilst She kindles both, through wrathful ire,
The flame increaseth, mounting to the sky.
In midst is LOVE, hall dead of grievous pain ;
And, doubtful, winds about like sparkling flame.
He fears the heat: and trembles, being turned
Unto this blast ; which still more sharp doth fise.
Nor is his fear in vain, when so he is burned ;
For one of these must hap, in sudden wise,
Either the tire must spoil him as his prey ;
Or whirling wind else blow him quite away.

XVIII.

'Y" LAURA wonders that, in visage pale,
I bear of Death itself, the lively show :
But if She muse at this, her musing's stale ;
For this sad colour had I long ago.
The tire, close buming in my veins, doth make
That outward ashes in my face you view :
But if that She would on me pity take,
Who is the cause of this my palish hue,
This kindled heat shall die, which now doth burn ;
And my first colour shall again return.

390 L , v,¢ A.--PART II. [. 1"of,,.«,»9,.

XIX.

HILS'r foaming steed I spur unto the quick,
To make him gallop to my Love amain :
Love doth my thoughts, through Fancy, forward
prick ;
The end of wishbd journey mine to gain.
But light's lais laurt ! 'Tis but a little smart !
Where mine is mortal, sounding to the laeart.
Run then, my gelding swift, like Pegasus !
Fly hence with wings ! for wings bath my desire :
]3oth of us, forced amain, are forward thus,
And kindled in us is a burning tire.
Thou, througla two spurs in flank, provoked art sore :
But thousands inwardIy, my heart do gore.

XX.

ICH is the diamond, a gem of price ;
Yet sucla the nature strange is of the same,
That who the powder thereof drinks, straight dies-
And, as if poison 'twere, doth take his bane.
So thou another precious jewel art;
In name and nature not unmuch alike:
Since death thou giv'st unto the loving heart ;
If but a kiss one sucks from tlaee most sweet.
Whilst he doth swallow down his sugared bait ;
The joy's so great, it kills him through conceit.

XXI.

HE Grecians used to offer up their hair
Unto their rivers : whom they did esteem
As mighty gods ; and them great honour bare,
As if no virtue small in them had been.
Do thou the like, sweet LAURA, unto me l
Who, for my love, deserves a greater fee.
Thy golden tresses on me do bestow !
Who hold whole rivers flowing in mine eyes :
Yet would not I, thou off shouldst cut them though.
Dost muse ? and ask, How this thou may'st devise ?
l'Il tell thee. Give thyself to me for mine [
So shalt thou give, uncut, thy tresses fine.

XXII.

NE lovely glance, which from the eyes did pass
Of Lady mine, hath changed my gentle heart
From hardest diamond to brittle glass :
And now again (unto my bitter smart),
Through dreadful frown, she turns it suddenly
As 'twas before, from glass to diamond.
So if She will, She may (and presently,
As likes her) change me ; who to her ara bound.
I f cruel She ; my heart is hard to break :
If pitiful ; 'ris gentle, brittle, weak.

392 A U A.PARw ll.

XXIII.

Wo winds, one calm, another tierce, to sec ;
Th' one of the Spring, of Winter th' other right :
I plainly, Lady, do discem in thee !
The first, which makes me joy, breathes from
thy sight
Such dainty flowers, in diverse coloured show,
As makes to blush Dame IRIS's rainy bow.
The second, which makes me to pine away,
Blows from thine inward breast, a deadly blast ;
Where doth eternal hardness always stay,
Which I do sec eternal aye to last.
So as calm ZEPHYRUS, in face, thou art!
But rough as boisterous BOREAS, in thine hearL

XXIV.

0 sooner do I earnest fix mine eyes
On my fair Sun: but that I her perce[ve
To vanish like a cloud, in darkest wise ;
As if, eclipsed, ber light it did bereave.
1 know hot, If She's troubled thus because
She doth disdain I should behold ber so :
Or if for fear, this shadow to ber draws ;
Lest me ber beams should hurt, which glistering show.
Say then, sweet LOVE, for thou know'st best, if still
I shall behold ber ; or no more, thou wilh

XXV.

THAT I were sly PROTEUS! for to take
On me that form which most I like or wish :
Then would I change myself unto the shape
Of that thy little whelp, thy joy and bliss.
Into that little worm thou so dost like;
And dallying, play'st with him both day and
night.
Those savoury smacks, those busses, sweet which be,
Which thou to him dost give, should al1 be mine:
And I would make my heart to leap for glee ;
Whilst I did lick that bosom fair of thine.
But since I to despair of this ara brought :
My wish shall IROTEUS be ; thy dog, my thought I

XXVI.

Av, gentle friend, tell me in courtesy,
Before what was I ? and what ara I now ?
A senseless Shadow, or a Body, I ?"
"Neither of both. Mark, and Fil tel[ thee how.
No Bo/v now: for that, by proud disdain
Of scornful She, dislived was. S/ad none;
For that did underground go with the saine,
Unwilling it should wander ail alone."
« What ara I then ?" "Even one that doth not know
What now he is : or what he was, can show."

394 L ,4 u A' A.PART I I. [" z°r« a«
597.

XXVII.

'HE Blazing Star foretells the hapless fal|,
And sudden death of others, soon to corne.
To me a Face, brighter than Comets ail,
Doth, with her looks, my fortune hard forerun ;
And wîth her shooting darts, from glancing eye,
Presageth that, ere long, I needs must die.
The Blazing Star death only prophesies ;
This doth foreshew to me a harder rate:
And dares me to mine end, in warlike wise ;
Nor how this Challenge know I to escape.
Ah, cruel Star ! of death hot only sign ;
But murderer th' art of this poor lire of mine

XXVIII.

HE Crow makes war with the Chameleon ;
And, being hurt, to th' laurel straight doth fly :
And, through the fruit he findeth thereupon,
Is healed of hurt, finds food, and lives thereby.
LOVE the Chameleon is ; the Crow ara I :
And battle wage with him unto the death.
He wounds me deadly ; whereupon I hie
To thee, my LAURAL[ to restore my breath.
Thou me revlv'st. Such virtue's in thee rire
As thou, at once, dost give me food and lire.

395

XXIX.

IONGST the Parthians is a kind of ground
Of nature such as, though it far doth stand
From tire: yet tire to take it straight is round
And flying thither, burns it out of hand.
This prey so sure of Love am I, fair Dame !
And you to me, which burneth me, the flame.
So that if I, to you far off do show ;
¥ou kindle straight in me a quenchless tire :
And yet, although within it burn me so,
Sweet is the heat whose fuel is desire.
For rather I, in tire near you would be :
Than freed from flame, you farther off to see.

XXX.

'OVE, ope my heart ! Hot tire thou forth shail take.
Open my LALIIA's! In it thou shalt find
Cold frost. Then of these two contraries make
But one; and that same one, frame thou more
kind !
Of both out hearts, make but one loving heart !
And give it unto which thou please, of twain.
Give it to herl To her do it impart ;
Or unto met It skills not much the saine.
l'Il doubt no more, when but one heart we have
Between us both: for this is all I crave.

396 L . v ,.PAR'r I I. [R. Xof,,. .
597,

XXXI.

NTo an Image may I right compare
My Mistress, since so crucl She's to me:
Which standeth for a sign or shadow fair;
To which the simple ignorant bow with knee :
And though with eyes, mouth, ears, and feet it show ;
Yet doth it neither see, talk, hear, or go.
So plays my Choice, when I appear in sight :
Nor see, nor speak, nor hear, nor stay She will.
So as an ldol, She resembleth right ;
Blind, mute, deaf, moveless, senseless standing still.
Then ara hOt I worse than a lifeless block ;
To worship such a painted coloured stock.
Fiore»za.

XXXII.

OTH geins, and pearls, their proper value bave ;
But yet unlike : for hot alike's their price.
Some sought forare, and each one doth them crave ;
Others, more base, do pass in worthless wise.
A jewel rich, and princelike gem, is She
Whom I esteem ; and such account of make:
Yet in herself no price bath for to see.
For itis holden at so high a rate
As all the gold, nor silver, which doth lie
In th' earth, or sea, the saine, at worth, can bu¥.

XXXIII.

F love, wherein I burn, were but a tire ;
I quenched it had, with water of my plaints :
If water, these my Plaints ; I this desire
Had dried through inward heat, my heart that
taints.
But LOVE, that in my griefs doth take delight,
Both tire and water turns, to work me spite.
Fly then, this LOVE ! since such is his great power
As waves to tire, and tire to waves, he turns :
And with an absent Beauty, every hour,
My fainting heart with Fancy's fuel burns ;
And, 'gainst ail sense, makes me, of CARe and IL
More than of good and comfoRT, to have will.

XXXIV.

.IVERS unto the Sea do tribute pay.
A mo.»t unconstant moving Sea art thou!
And I, within mine eyes, bedewèd aye,
A River hold of bitter tears as now.
Receive then, from these moistened cheeks of mine,
Into thy lap, the water forth I pour!
Of duty mine, and of thy debt, a sign :
And mix together with my sweet, thy sour!
S) shall the water to the water be
More precious ; and the Sea, more rich tn th' Sea,

XXXV.

UCH is the virtue of the sunny heat,
As seizing on the Cockle Shell (which lies
On seaish shore), whereon his beams do beat,
It makes it brightly shine, in orient wise :
So that, through secret power of radiant sun,
Of worthless shell, a pearl it doth become.
So, Lady, you, through force of Beauty's power,
If you shall deign to glance on me your eye,
And tain with grace on me a smiling shower,
A jewel rich you make me by and bye :
And if no pearl ; at least a precious stone.
This, only, can you do ; or else can none,

XXXVI.

HE blood of fair ADONIS, VENUS changed
Into a flo,ver: who, whilst he did pursue
In forest thick, where as he hunting ranged,
The savage boar to kill ; the boar him slew.
Do thou the like, sweet Love! Do thou the saine,
Whilst now my life doth languish, through thy power :
And whilst my wound makes me for to remain
Withouten blood, transform me to a flower !
That where I, living, cannot ; dead, I may ;
A lovd flover in LAURA's bosom stay.

399

XXXVII.

N ocean Sea of water calm ara I ;
Wherein kind LOVE the form of Fish doth take,
Leaping alongst the shore most wantonly.
Then, Lady, of a Fisher don the shape !
Ah, what sweet fishing shall you have to like;
If Love you chance to catch, while he doth bite?
Corne then, and naked into this water hic!
He cannot 'scape ; but, here, perforce must bide !
'Less to my heart, fo save himself, he fly.
Then quickly strip thyself! Lay fear aside!
For of this dainty prey, which thou shalt take;
Both Sea, Fish, and Thyself, thou glad shalt make.

XXXVIII.

ICH Danask Roses in fair cheeks do bide
Of my sweet Girl, like April in his prime :
But ber hard heart, cold chilly snow doth hide ;
Of bitter Januar, the perfect sign.
Her hair of gold shows yellow like the corn
In July, when the sun doth scorch the ground ;
And ber fait breast, ripe fruit which doth adorn
September rich. So as in her is round
Both Harvest, Summer, Winter, Spring to be:
Which you in breast, hair, heart, and face may sec

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XXXIX.

H' immortal FARCIE, fatal Sisters three,
Of mortal men, do sing the shunless rate :
What once Was, what Is now, and what Shall Be;
Their lire, their death, their fortune, and thei
state.
Out Song let be like theirs ! for Three they were ;
And so our number is. Three are we here.
Sing LAURA then ! Sing LOVE ! and sing will I l
Of dreary fortune mine, sing let us all!
Let's sing in doleful tune most mournfully,
How 'Tis, how 'Twas, and hapless still Shall fall;
The Present, Past, and (which none can mend)
What Shall Be, world to corne, withouten end.

][[HE heavens, their restless sphere do always more.
In thee doth more the faithæ which thou didst
plight.
And I, IxIOl-like, still in my love
Do roll; and yet I roll my wheel aright.
So that, 'twixt us, continual motions wend.
But which is worse, unconstant Wench, I see!
The heavens will have their motions without end ;
Which, never ceasing, roll continually :
And thou, like them, to roll dost mean thy fill;
And since 'tis so, I'll roll too, against my will t

4 ° !

The Conclusion of tbe Second Part.

Hos is the Second Course now servèd in.
A Course too coarse for such a dainty Dame :
Yet, Lady, though the cheer be bad and rhin;
Because it cornes of zeal, accept the same!
And though not worthy of your grace it be;
Yet make it gracious through your courtesy !

Great sumptuous feasts the stomach doth dislike ;
Which oft, in body dangerous surfeits breed :
Where dishes few revive our sense and sprlte ;
And Nature's pleased on little for to feed.
This, as a sauce, your appetite to more,
Accept ! where meat's the heaRT, where
cook is Lovv..

Nor think the worse, though I have spun a thread
So fine (I mean your praise) I cannot mend :
Since 'tis a Work to ground the wisest head ;
And mar I should this loom, this cloth not mend.
So Vv.lOS' matchless shape ArELLv.S drew ;
But how to finish it, he never knew.

Far more's my mind than is my feeble might.
My pencil, for thy picture is too weak.
The sun is only for the eagle's flight.
My strength's too small, this hardened ice to break.
Not painted, scarce I thee bave shadowed here :
This task's for such as have in skill no peer.
R.T.
II. 2C 9

LAURA.

THE THIRD PART.

Ho joys in love ? The Heart alone, to see.
Who languisheth in love ? The Heart
alone.
Then is 't a thing impossible for me
To joy or languish: since I Heart have
rlorle.
Withouten Heart ! Then tell me, What ara I ?
Even bones and flesh united cunningly.
The Soul, where is 't ? Love that hath ta'en away :
My Body only resteth in his place.
Deprived of Soul and Heart, how live ? I say,
I lire, maintained by love, in this strange case.
O wonder strange, the Body lire to see;
The Heart and Soul in other place tobe.

Naoli.

II.

HAT crimson gown, with drolos of blood ywrought,
Which LAURA wears, a token is most true,
How that of blood desirous is her thought :
And that 'ris so, I best can tell to you.
My wrongèd heart too well doth find the saine;
Who, thousand rimes, hot once, hath wrongèd been
By her: and, now, to aggravate my pain,
(More cruel in desire for to be seen),
13y outward habit [dress] covets She to show
What, inward, in her mind She hides below.

III.

HE flaming torch, a shadow of the light,
Put out by hasty hand, doth colour change;
And black becomes, which seemed belote most
bright :
Nor so to show is any marvel strange.
So was I long a lively tire of Love ;
The heat whereof my body oft did prove :
But I, at last, by one who moaned my woe,
Extinguished was, by pitiful Disdain.
Then if my colour black in face do show,
You need not much to wonder at the saine ;
Since 'ris a sign, by part to know the whole,
That Love ruade me a tire, Disdain a coal.

IV.

'ARDONED of every wicked fact was he,
To HEBE's Temple that, with prayers, came :
And, of such grace in sign, his bonds, as free,
He left hung up on high within the saine.
I, Lady, errd have; and humb]y corne
To thee, who art the Temple fair of Love :
Off'ring to thee my prayers, all and some,
To free me from my faults, thy heart let move!
In token of which giff, with thee l'll leave
1V[y jealous thoughts ; wherewith I did thee grieve.

R. Tor,.,».,&. PART l I I.L u ,. 405

F thou art cold, as is the Winter's ShOW ;
I, as thc Summer, hot ara most extreme :
Then let's unite thy heart, which cold is so,
To mine so warm ; and make of both a mean !
So th' one a help to th' other still shall be ;
And linked in concord, as two dores shall 'gree.
To form this frame, LOVE shall the workman play.
Then let's with July, January mix !
Let's make, between us, an eternal May !
An everlasting truce, twain betwix !
Thy Winter, with my Summer let us join !
My tire so warm, with frost so cold of thine!

VI.

HE cruel NERO used on golden hook,
The harmless fish to catch with sugared bait :
So courteous LOVE, fishing, me quickly took ;
Whilst he with dainty prey for me did wait.
Yet far more fortunate ara I in this :
For whereas NERO's hooks most sharp did kill ;
The other hooks revive the taken fish,
Whilst they do hold him gently by the giIl.
But hooks they are none ! For hooks they are too fair !
Two golden tresses be they of fine hair !

406 Z. d r ,.PART III. ['«'««.ç»

VIL

HEN She was born ; She came, with smiling eye,
Laughing into the world, a sign of glee.
When I was born; to ber quite contrary,
Wailing I came into the world to see.
Then mark this wonder strange ! What nature gave ;
From first to th' last, this fashion kept we bave.
She in my sad laments doth take great joy :
I, through her laughing, die ; and languish must,
Unless that LOVE, to save me from this 'noy,
Do unto me, unworthy, shew so just
As for to change ber laughter into pain ;
And my comelaints, into her joy again.

VIII.

'N LOVE his kingdom great, two Fools there be :
My Lady's one ; myself thc other ara.
The fond behaviour of both, which to see ;
Whoso but nicely marks, will say the saine_
Foolish out thoughts are. Foolish, out desire.
Foolish out hearts in Fancy's flame to fry.
Foolish to burn in Love's hot scorching tire.
But what ? Fools are we none. My tongue doth lie.
For who most foolish is, and fond, in love ;
More wiser far than others, oft doth prove.

'»-- 407

IX.

O sooner LAURA mine appears to me ;
But that a dainty dye, or blushing red,
In both out faces showeth for to be.
But who, alas, doth mine so overspread ?
O'er-fervent LOvE doth draw this shadow pure ;
Like cunning'st Painter, long for to endure.
Who painteth hers ? Disdain, with pencil hard ;
Which turneth ail my sweetness into sour.
So that ail my designs are quickly marred ;
Except LOVE bind Love, by his awful power,
In Faith's firm bands. Too high th' exchange will
grow,
When love, for hate; and hot for like, shall go.

HOEBUs had once a bird, his chîef delight,
Which, only 'cause he had an evil tongue,
He ruade him black; who was before most white.
So if ail those who, Loyers true have stung
With spiteful speech, and have their loves betrayed ;
Or to their Ladies false be and untrue,
Setting at nought the promise they have ruade ;
LOVE would but change into this coal-black hue:
Thousands abroad, like sea-coal crows should show ;
Who, now unknown, for snowy swans do go.

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Xl.

N silver stream, on shallow fountain's shelf,
The lively image saw he in the saine ;
Who was in love with shadow of himself:
Through pride forgetful how his likeness came.
Such one myself, by chance, I see tobe ;
When as in river I myself did see:
Yet I myself, instead of loving, hate.
And such strange hatred is this, and so strong ;
That while he, loving, died by justest Fate,
Himself by seeing, whilst he himself did wrong :
I die will unto him contrary clean ;
'Cause I, hating ml, self , ml, self too much have seen.

Xll.

.Oxr of my soul ! My blindfold eyes' clear light !
Fait orient pearl ! Bright shining !
margarite
Pure quintessence of heaven's delight abovet
When shall I taste, what favour grants me touch ;
And ease the rage of mine so sharp desire ?
When shall I free enjoy', what I so much
I)o covet ; but I doubt in vain, to aspire ?
Ah, do hOt still my soul thus tantalise ;
But once, through grace, the saine imparadis¢ !

409

XIII.

AINTER, in lively colours draw Disdain !
Dost ask, How that may rightly shadowed be?
l'Il tell thee. If thou, fine, wilt do the saine ;
My Lady paint ! and thou Disdain shalt see.
Fond man ! dost hOt believe ? or think'st I jest ?
If doubtful thou remain, then hear the test!
Mark her but well ; and thou shalt, in her face,
See right Disdain : which, coming from her eyes,
Makes her to look with most disdainful grace ;
Then if thou seest it, in so plain a guise,
Straight shadow [paint] her! For this one counterfeit
[picture]
Of her, and of Disdain, shall show the shape.

XIV.

ITH gold and rubies glistereth her small hand ;
But if )'ou match t.hem with her lips or hair,
They seem withouten brightness for to stand :
The others have such lively colours fair.
O worthy Beauty! peerless A PER SE!
To whom ail other Beauties are most vile.
O fairness such as fairer none can bel
Thou grace itself, of graciousness dost spoil !
With rubies, thou right rubies dost disgrace !
With gold, bright gold thou stainest in his place !

XV.

GENTLE tame deer ara I, called a Hart :
The cruel huntress tierce my Mistress is.
With crossbow bent, she cornes to me in Park;
Paled in with pleasant thoughts of wanton wish.
She shoots, and hits me ; takes me for her prey :
And (having shot, hit, taken) flies ber way.
Back she retires from me, with pleasant smile ;
Unloosing me, and heals my wound and pain :
When, as afresh incensed (alack the while !)
'Gainst me, desirous me to plague again,
She turns towards me, o'ertakes me, strikes me sore :
And, binding up my wounds, makes deadly more.

XVI.

HI golden tresses of a Lady fait;
At first beginning were of this my love :
But now, al last, unto my double care,
To be the end of my sad life I prove.
Then did my doubtful spirit lire in hope :
But now he fears, despairing as il were,
Because he doth perceive in sudden broke
His hope, which dying heart did help and bear ;
Since that the hair, that Alpha me did bind
In love, of life the Omega I do find.

XVII.

'WEET LAURA, in the water look no more»
To see if feature thine be fait or no!
Look in mine eyes ! which tears tain streaming
sore
Of bitter plaints ; whose water clear doth show,
As in a looking-glass, most bright to thee,
Those favours which in that sweet visage be."
So said l to her: when She answered blive,
« And thou, my Love! say, Dost thou likewise wish
To see thyself in one that is alive ?
Then in this breast, look where thine image isl
Love shall alike in both out bodies rest :
Bear thou me in thine eyes; I'll thee in breast !

XVIII.

F, cruel, thou desirous art of blood ;
Behold how I do bleed in streaming wise!
Glut then thyself therewith, if thou think good ;
And do content, with blood, thy blood¥ eyes !
From breast it comes, where fainting heart doth lie;
And for a gift, I it present to thee!
Although I know, through this, I soon shall die ;
And yet to die it little grieveth me :
Since 'tis my wish, my blood with soul as one
IV[ay test ; and that's with thee, or else with none.

XIX.

HAT ivory hand, a fan most whitc doth hold ;
And to the milky breast blows wind apace ;
And yet is full of chilly ice most cold ;
Disgrace to others, to herself a grace.
But I, who wistly mark these whiteness' three,
Vouchsafe, sweet LOVE, this boon to grant to me ]
Distil within the rolling of mine eyes,
By virtue of thy power, such hidden flame ;
And let it tempered be, in such strange wise,
That, as I cast my look upon the saine,
It quite may take away her cruelty !
Melt straight the ice ] and fan bure suddenly !

XX.

HE snakes, amongst themselves, so carefully
Love one anothef, wondef for to see!
As if th' one want, the other straight doth die.
Lady, unto these snakes unlike we be!
For if I die, thou diest hOt for my death ;
But, through my pain revivest ! Such is thy spire !
And pleasure tak'st to see me void of breath.
Ah, yet in love let's unto them be like !
Thou CuPIrh work! that I, poor shake in love,
This 'sdainful shake for to be kind may move.

*-'ror,,.c.],s97.a L A UR ,4.--PART III." 43

XXI.

AURA is fair and cruel both in one;
And born was of a dainty diamond.
Then is it marvel, neither wonder, none ;
Although her heart as hard as stone be round.
Nature that hardness, as a Keeper, gave
To her, her beauty thereby so to save.
But fond is he, and simple in conceit,
That thinks LOVE will not, one da¥, burst the saine.
Then quickl¥, mighty Lord, quickly this break !
Break thou this stony heart, so hard, in twain [
Unto thy power, let Nature's force still yield !
And be thou Conqueror 'gainst her in Field !

XXII.

HE snow-xvhite Swan betokens brightsome Day :
The coal-black Crow, of darky Night is sign.
Thou Day, or Night, bring unto me still ma),,
With those bright lamps, those glistering stars,
of thine.
But, cruel thou, thy heart is bent so hard,
As I that sun can never see with eyes
(That wished-for sun, from these my lights debarred):
Nor aught discern but mists, in foggy wise.
Then since I live in woe ; and, blind, nought see :
A Crow, hOt Swan, thou still shalt be to me !

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XXIII.

Av, CUI'ID, since thou wings so swift dost bear ;
Within my heart, alone, why dost thou lie ?
Why dost hot seek to lodge some other where ;
And to some other place, why dost not hie?
Go unto her, who hath the lily breast !
Who though she hates me ; yet 1 love her best.
If her, to entertain thee thou shalt find ;
It is a sign she hateth me no more.
Straight then, return again ; and show her mind
To my desire ! who for this news longs sore.
Then, prithee, go! No longer ling'ring stay!
Lest, when thou wouldst, thou canst hot go thy way,

XX1V.

N quicksedge wrought with lovely eglant[ne,
My LAURA laid her handkercher to dr)" ;
Which had before snow-white ywashed been.
But after, when she called to memory,
That long 'twould be before, and very late,
Ere sun could do, as would her glistering eyes :
She cast from them such sparkling glances straight,
And with such force, in such a strangy guise,
As suddenly, and in one selfsame rime,
She dried her cloth ; but burnt this heart of mine.

R. "rof,,..S.j&c.] P,RT I 1 I./_, , U ,V ,. 415

XXV.

OLD upon gold, mine only Joy did plate,
Whilst She did dress her head by crystal glass :
But whilst She looked on it, it sudden brake ;
So as, amazed thereat, much grieved She was ;
To whom I said, "To grieve thus, 'tis in vain :
Since what is broke, whole cannot be again.
Look steadfastly, with both thine eyes on me !
Who have my heart, through love, a glass new ruade."
She on my face looked ; and herself did see :
Wherewith contented th'roughly, thus She said,
« Most happy I ! Since for to dress my head,
For broken glass, of whole one I ara sped."

XXVI.

HE heavens begin, with thunder, for to break
The troubled air ; and to the coloured fields,
The lightning for to spoil their pride doth threat.
Each thing unto the furious tempest yields.
And yet, methinks, within me I do hear
A gentle voice, hard at my heart, to say:
" Fear nothing, thou ; but be of merry cheer I
Thou only safe, 'fore others ail shalt stay.
To save thee from ail hurt, thy shield shalt be
The shadow of the conquering Laural Tree."
Fa,to.

XXVII.

"]LçOx E this fait Lass !" said LOVE once unto me.
I loved her. "Love her now," saith he, "no
more !"
When thousand darts within my breast there be;
And if I love her, he me threateneth sore.
He saith, "Himself is fallen in love with her ;
And that himself, 'fore others, he'll prefer !"
His sense is this. He, in her beauteous eyes,
Hath found such Amours as ne'er like were seen :
But thinks he, this shall serve, in cunning wise,
To make me leave ? he cozening me so clean ?
In spite of him, l'll love l sith heart doth 'gree,
With LOVE in love as rival for tobe.

XXVIII.

'Y Mistress writing, as her hand did shake,
The pen did dash, which on her gown did spurt-
One drop, more higher than the test did take ;
And to presume to touch her breast it durst.
Upon her dainty bosom it did light :
Wherewith she blushed, in show like damask rose.
Presumptuous black ! how dar'dst thou touch that white,
Wherein a World of gladsome pleasure grows ?
Yet, spire of env)', happed it for the best :
To the white, more grace ; more beauty, 'twas to th' breast.

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XXIX.

ONE dates now look more on my LAURA's face,
So dangerous is her beauty to behold :
For he no sooner gives to ber the gaze ;
But straight his heart, She takes from him so bol&
Such virtue's locked within those ebon eyes ;
Where. dallying with Delight, Dan CUID lies.
So sweetly rolleth She that radiant sphere,
As She, from whom She lists, robs suddenly:
So as to look on her, each one doth fear ;
And yet to look on her, spare will hOt I !
For though I lose tuf Heart, and him disease.
I like shall my Desire; and her I'll please.

XXX.

NBARE that ivory Hand ! Hide it no more
For though it death brings to my tender heart
To see it naked, where is Beauty's store ;
And where moist pearl with azure doth impart :
Yet fear I hot to die, in this sweet wise!
My fancy, so to see 't, is set on tire.
Then leave that glove ! (most hateful to mine eyes
And let me surfeit with this kind desire !
So that my looks ma), have of them their till ;
Though heart decay, l'Il take it for none iii.
al'a n toa.
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XXXI.

« $r Mistress seems but brown," say you to me.
'Tis very true, and I confess the same:
Yet love I ber although that brown She be ;
Because to please me, She is glad and fain.
I lovd one most beautiful before ;
Whom now, as death, I deadly do abhor.
Because to scorn my service her I found ;
I gave her o'er, and chose to me this same
Nor to be faithful, think I, I am bound
To one, in whom no kindness doth remain,
This is the cause, for brown and pitiful ;
| left a fait, but yet a faithless, Trull.

XXXII.

HITE art thou, like the mounta|n-snow to see;
I Black, like to the burnèd coal do show :
Then give some of thy purest white to me!
And l'Il some of my black on thee bestow :
So will we these two contraries unite
Together ; which so joined, will show more fait.
Let's both then make this change, for out delight ;
Unless to kill me, thou do little care!
But why of White or Black, talk I to rhee ?
My blood not black 'tis; which thou fain wouldst see.

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XXXIII.

S sacrifice unto a goddess bright,
My heart I offered with devotion grcat :
Thinking that She, Love's Temple had been
right.
But what, un'wares, I spied not then, in heat,
I, wary, now discem her for to be:
Of hell below, the rightest cruelty.
I was deceived, I do confess. That smile,
That wanton smile, that bred in me delight,
Hid in those lips so fair, did me beguile.
O beauty false! O cruelty most right!
Flee, flee my heart ! flee then, if thou be wise.
Thy hurt ! my burning heat, her treachedes !

XXXIV.

TRANGE is this thing[ My horse I cannot make
With spur, with speech, nor yet with rod in hand,
Force him to go ; altbough great pains I take.
Do what I can ; he still, as tired, doth stand.
No doubt he feels a heavy weight of me ;
Which is the cause he standeth still as stone :
Nor is he 'ware that now he carrieth three ;
He thinks, poor jade, I ara on's back alone.
But three we are, with mine own self I prove :
LAURA is in my heart ; in soul is LOVE.
£sa'o.

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XXXV.

HEN I, of my sweet LAURA leave dld take ;
Fair Fano's city, for a while to leave :
She gave to me, to wear it for ber sake:
Of gold and pearl a dainty woven wreath.
Dear was the gift ; because for love it came :
But dearer more; 'cause She gave me the saine.
I look on 't still, and kiss it as my joy ;
Kissing and bussing it, with it I play:
Which, at one instant, brings me mirth and 'noy ;
And sighing oft thus to myself I say :
"White pearls are these ; yet bath her mouth more fait !
Fine gold is this; yet finer is ber hair l"

XXXVI.

ITH thousand bands of furious inward heat,
Love binds my soul ; and burns my gentle heart :
And, two ways, LAURA, death to me doth threat
With Colour fresh ; and wanton Eye, like dart.
This for reward for ail my love I gain.
For my goodwill, two enemies I have :
L^ur¢^ and Love. Four plagues conspire my pain,
Because I like ; and what's but just, do crave :
Fire, roseal Colour, Eyes, and cruel Banal.
These, at the gaze of Beauty, make me stand.

R. To++, &c.-[ PART [ [ I .--L ,4 u + ,4. 421

XXXVII.

F scalding sighs, my faith ma>, testify ;
And brinish tears, of love ma>" warrant be:
Both th' one and th' other thou hast seen with eye !
Then what wouldst bave, hard hearted ! more of
me ?
But thou, perhaps, though much I bave endured,
Wouldst yet be better of my faith assured.
Then with thine eyes, into my breast do peer!
Which, for the nonce, I leave to open sight ;
And that which now thou doubt'st, see shalt thou c]ear.
Ah, mark it then ; and view what shows so bright !
But too too cruel art thou, and precise ;
That will hOt credit give to thine own eyes!

XXXVIII.

HE hapless ARGUS, happy in this saine,
The glory of the sun's surpassing light ;
The brightness of the stars, the tire which stain :
With hundred eyes, behold them always mlght.
But I, alas, who have but only twain,
Cannot behold the beauty of my Sun !
For which I live as blind, in endless pain ;
And count myself, for want thereof, undone.
I can but wish that I an ARGUS were!
With hundred eyes to view her everywhere.

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XXXIX.

N vasty sea, fain would my slender Muse
Wade in thy praise ! to praise thy beauty right :
But, Lady, I for pardon crave excuse.
To break such waves, too brittle is her might !
Meantime, with Iowly verse, in humble show,
Along the shallow shore l'Il wading go.
The time may corne, perhaps ere it be long,
That this my Quill, more bold, may write thy praise :
And venture for to sali in th' ocean strong ;
Though now, on graveIIed shore it fearful stays.
And whereas now, to dip his foot he fears :
He then shall dive himself o'er head and ears.
Fano.

XL.

HEIV I did part, my soul did part from me ;
And took his Farewell of thy beauteous ey'n :
But now that I, returned, do thee see;
He is returned, and lives through kindness thine :
And of thee Iooketh for a Welcome Home.
I then, not any more, to sorrow need ;
Now I ara corne: and if before, alone,
On Shadow then ; on Substance now I feed.
So if my parting bitter was and sad :
Sweet's my return to thee, and passing glad.

423

TAc conclusion of lira last Part.

IMANTES, when he saw he could not paint
With lively colours, to his lasting fame,
Such works he took in hand; and found
too faint
His cunning : seeking for to bide the same,
He over them a subtil Shadow drew;
So that his faults, or none, or few, could view.

So, Lady, I finding my wit too weak,
With current terms, your beauty forth to blaze ;
And that to arrive, too blunt is my conceit,
Unto the height of your surmounting praise :
With silence forcèd am, against my will,
To shadow my defect, the want of skill.

Y'et do I hope, the Shadow you'll not scorn :
Since Princes, in their stately arbours green,
Account of shade, as trees which fruit adora ;
Because from heat they welcome shelters been.
The Shadow shields, 'gainst sun, your beauty fair;
Which else his scorching heat would much impair.

Then though a Shadow without fruit I be;
And scarce yield leaves to cover this my bark :
Accept these leaves, thy Beauty's Shade, of me !
Where wealth doth ebb, goodwill doth flow from
heart.
Deign me, for all my love, but Shadow thine!
Thy Substance's too too high for fortune mine.

Ro To

424

Friend's just Excuse alout t]2e Book
and [t]2e] ]ut]2or ; in kis absence.

ITIOUT the Author's knowledge, as is before
said by the Printer [at pp. 355. 356] ; this
Poem is ruade thus publicly known ; which,
with my best endeavour, the Gentleman
himself, suspecting what is now proved too true, at my
coming up, earnestly intreated me to prevent. But
came at the last sheet's printing; and find more
than thirty Sonnets not his, intermixt with his.
Helped it cannot be, but by the well judging Reader :
who will, with less pain distinguish between them,
than I, on this sudden, possibly can. To him then,
refer that labour.
And for the Printer's faults passed in some of the
Books ; I have gathered them in the next page.*
With the Author, bear, I pray ye! whom I must
intreat to bear with me.
R.B.

These four Corrections have been embodied in the text.

INDEX OF PROPER NAMES'

ABYDOS, ii. 337.
Acheron, river, i. 68.
Acheson, Mr. Arthur, lxxxi n.
Achilles, i. u62; ii. 337-
Acteon, i. x$9. 24o, 3ox; ii. x6o,
39.
Adonis, ciii n. x ; i. 238, 297; ii. 66,
29u, 388, 398.
Aeneas. ii. 77-
Aeneas Sylwus, xxxix .
Aeo|[us]. i. 6; ii. 31os
Aesop. i. 6. xo.
Aethtops, il.
Aema (Ema), i. x37, x43, 13. 47; il.
3. 37.33 x-
Afric[a], i. x3 ; ii. 3x6.
Aganippe, i. 48.
Ajax, ii. 355-
Alamanni. Luig.i., xx, xxix, xxxi.
Albion, i. x4 ; . 3 x, x97-
Alcest[is]. ii. x46.
Alchermyan dye, ii.
Alcidalyon. i.
Alcidelian springs, il. 63.
Alcides, i. 38; ii. 337-
Alexander, ii. xx4.
Alexander, Sir ",A'illiam. w
Alpheus, ii. x45.
Amaranthus, ii. 34o.
Amazons, i. o4.
Ameriea, i. x97.
.4min¢a, xxxv n., xxxix, liv; il. 330.
Amor, ii. 3-
Amoretti, xcii and n., xcv-xcix.
Amorous Zodiac, Ixxx, lxxxi ..
L'Amour Fugitif, Marot's, lxxviii, and
Amours, Ronsard's, xlv n. x, Il, Ix n. x,
lxii and n., lxvii-lxx, lxii n. x, lxxxiv,
lxxxix, xcv, xcvi-xcviii.
-- Les, I3ellay's, xxvi n. .
-- de Cassandre, xxiv.
-- de Cleonice, lvii.
-- de Diane, xlv n. u, Iv/ ff., lxxii,
lxxix, xci n. x, xcvii-xcix, ciii n. .

Amours tï Hi]lol),lt. lvi.
--2tour Astre. xxiv.
pour Hlne. xxiv, xci, xcvi
xcviii.
Amphion, i. 45, il. x65.
Amphitrite, i.
Amynt. ii. 33 u. 337-
Anacroen, x, ii, xxiii, xxiv, i, xcii n.
Angefianus, Hieronymus, lxxvii. Ixxxiii
. 2, c. i.
Ankor. rir, Ixxxvii n. x : ii. 97, 7-
Antarcfic, i. s95-
Antip, i. s4 ; il. 85.
Antiquités de Rome. xxxv.
Apelles, ii. 4OL
Aphrodice, iL 35.
Apollo (Appollo), lxx, lxxxlv and . 2,
lxx ; i. 7, i2o, , 234, 277 ; il. i8.
, 5, 9 , . 29, 326-
Apollonius Rhodius. xxxix n.
Mlogie for Potine, Sidney's, xliv . ,
Iv n., cii.
Aquarius (Zodiac). C Water-man, il.
368.
abia, il. 336. C i. 94, 97, 23o. 3o5.
Arachne, il. 2.
Mrcia, Sidney's, xlii . , xliv n. 2,
lxi ; i. 29, 88. Sannao's. xv n.
AroEdi i. 75; ii. 302.
Archer, the (Zodiac), i. ]9 x.
oEic, [. 223,
Arden, lxxxvii n. ; ii. 97, -
Argus, i. 7, 87; ii. .
adne. ii. 69.
es (Zodiac), lx . C Rare.
Afion, ii. 69, 35, 3 -
osto, xix and n., v n., xxix n.. xxxv
.., lii, vi, Ixxiii and =.. lxxiv, cil.
Ariosto, translation of, by Sir John Har-
in.on, ii. .
Ariotle, lxiv ., Ixix . ; i. 43-
Aristoxinus, i. 305.
rte ofE»glis Poesie, li and . L
Ah, King. i. ao 5.
ia. ii. 4o.

1 Tbe small Roman numbers refer to the text of the Introduction ha Volume

426 E LIZABETHAN SONNETS

Assyrian humer, i. 238.
Astrea (Astroea), il. I69, soo. Astrée, ].
,4$trolae, Trel'$e o/ I, Ixxx n.
Astrophel, Ixxvii n., ci: i. x-88 aim,
224, 273. Cf. ii.
ltrollandSlella, Sidney's, xxtiii n. 2,
xxxvii, xxxviii, xlii, xlv, xlviii, Il, Iii, Ixii,
Ixxvi, xcix; i. x-88.
Ata]anta, i. 253; il. 255.
Atlas, i. 36, 49, 25x, 252; il. 4, 60, 75-
Are, il.
Ails, i. 285.
Augustine, St., Ixiv n.
Aurora, lxviii ; i. 29, 49, 60. 94., 2x8, 4,
23z, 288; il. 84. 288, 328, 377-
.4urora, Sir William Alexander's, civ.
Ausonius, Ixiv n.
Avernns, i. zo4.
Avon, river, Ix, Ixxxvii n. ; il. I34, 197.
B., R., civ ; il. 355, 424.
Bacchus, i. z8o, z99 , 277, 298.
Bail, Jean Antoine de, xxv, xxviii n., lviii
., lix ., Ixxviii and . 2, xcii n., xcv.
Bandello, MaReo, cil.
Barley, William, i. z37.
Barnes, Barnabe, i, xi, Ixxv-lxxx, c, ci,
cviii ; i. x65, 3x6 ff. ; il. x46, xSX, 304-
Barnfield, Richard, cil n. x.
Bartas, Guillaume de Saluste du, xxxv n.,
Ixiv n.
Battus, il. 36z.
Bedlam, il.
Bellay, Joachim du, xxii, xxiii and . z,
xxvi n. z and 2, xxxv n., xxxvi, liii and
n. x, 1iv, Ixiii ., lxxxviii, xcii. xcviii.
Bel]ezu, Remy, xxiii.
Bembo, Pietro, xix, xxv, xxxv =., lxviii
,¢g '.
Berk[shire]. il. 263.
Berenice, il. 3t5.
Berycinth, i. 286.
Bëze, Thodore de, Ixxviii n. 3, ciii n. 3-
Bianciardi, Ixv.
Billy, Jacques de, cix.
Bolle, Wilhelm, xl n. x.
Bollifant, Edmund. il.
Bon Accords, Le Seigneur des, xxxv n.
Bonnefons, Jean, xlv n. x, lxxxiii, Ixxxiv
Boreas, i. 2xo; il. 3o6, 3, 39a.
Boyle. Elizabeth, xciii.
Brach, Pierre de, lviii n. x.
Breton, Nicholas, cri n.
Britwell, I n., Ixi n. 3, ciii n. x ; i. x37.
Bmertons, i. x23.
Bryskett, Lodowick, xciii ; il. 223.
Bull (Zodiac), i. 94-

Bullen, Mr. A. H., lxxi n., cvi
Busbie, or Busby0 John, il.
Butter, Claude de° xxxv .
Byrd, William, xxxiii n. 2.
C,, E., cv n. L
C, eli«a, cv.
Coesar, i. 43, IgS, ao9, a4o; il. 94, 275-
Calisto. i. o7.
Calliope. i. x99; il. 69. 324.
Calvin, Jean, il. 7.
Cambridge, il. 27.
Cancer (Zodiac), i. x88. 249, 3o 4 ; il. 368.
CapeIl, 1 n.
Capilui, Lelio, xxxv n.
Caril, .., il. 357.
Carlegion Chester, il. x97.
Carpenter, Mr. F. I., xl n.
Carthage, i.
Ca.ssandra, l, Ixxi.
Catalia, i. 8.
Cato, i. 3-
Catullus. xvii; i. x 7.
Caucasus, i. 2I 3 ; il. oo.
C.eres, Ixx, |xxxiv, Ixxv ; i. 296; il. i8.
60.
Cestos, il. 333, 337.
Chaos, il. x59-
Chapman, George, Ixxx, Ixxxi n., cri.
Charbid', i. 247.
Charites, il. 78, x69.
Charlemagne, i. 205, 95-
Charon, il. 55-
Cbaucer, ix, xxviii and -., Ixxx
Chester, il. z97.
Ciloeis, xi, ciii and n. 3; il. 32z-35o
assitn.
Cbristie-Miller, Mrs.. Ixi n. 3 ; i. x37.
Churchyard. Thomas, Ixxvii.
Cicero. Ixiv n.
Circe. il. 294. 3o6, 378.
Claudianus, lxiv n.. xci n.
Cleonlce, Desportes', Ivii.
Cierk's Talc, xxviii.
Clio, lxx, Ixxxiv, lxxxv ; i. I99; il. 8.
Clytie, i. 204.
Cnidos, il. 43-
Coelia, xi, c; i. aoo; il. x37-x5z assim,
304.
Colchos, ii. 342.
Colin [Le. Edmund Spenser], Ixvi ; i.
il. 26. Colin Clout. iL 323 .
Collier, J. P., lxxxvi n.
Colomesii 02usculo , Ixxxiv
Colonna, Giacomo, xvi n., cix.
Constable, Henry, x. lxi-lxiii, cviii
!!. 74 ff.
Contarini, F., zxxv .

INDEX OF t»ROPER IAMES

427

Conersi, Geronimo. xl n. 2.
Cook, A. S., xliv n. ,.
Cooke, Anthon, Ixxxvii, cri.
Coquin=*o, S. arlo, xxxv n.
Corin, il. 325 sff. lasMm.
Cornish diamonds, i. 9.
Corser, Thomas, 1 n.
Cotswoid, il. t97.
Courthope, Mr. W. J., xix n. 2.
Cupid, xvii, ixxviii, lxxxiv, xcii ; i. *3, *5,
19 , 20, 3 = , 37, 38 , 4*, 47, 5o. 51, 66,
72, 1o7, xxo, I19. 139, 14l, 164, 177,
191, Z93, 205, 208, 209, 233, 234, 237,
238, 46, =68, =73, 293, =97, 298, 299,
3OO, 3Z2 ; ii. 20, 36, 37, 38, 44, 45, 54,
6o, *48, 15o, *63, *65, *99, 2o5, =46,
=83, 293, 3 o6, 3z4, 343, 366, 373, 4x7.
Cybele, i. =38.
Cyclops (Ciclops), i. 14o ; ii. 63, 64.
Cynthia (Cinthia}, i. 95, ,6o, *62, sSo,
29o, 316; ii. t, 56.
Cyprus (Cypria), i. 1o 5, 533 ; ii. 142. 147.
Cytherea. ciii n. z ; i. t41 ; il. 303.
Cytherea's son, i. 94-

DAMO.'¢, il. 3, 8, 9, *5-
Dan=e, t. 252.
Daniel, Samuei, x, xlii n. t, xlvii, xlviii,
iii-ix, |xvi, ci, ciii ; i. 88 ff'. ; il.
Danish blood, il. t97.
Dan*e, *iii, *iv, xv, xxix n. L
Daphne, ii. 230, 328.
Davies, Sir John, c,d, c,ii.
Dee, river, il. t97.
Dtfense t illustration de la
Françadse, xxiii
Delia, Daniel's, iii, iiii and t.
n. 2, Ixi ; i. 88, 9o, 92, 93, 94, 96. lOO ;
ii. zz5-i36 #asMm. Delian sonnetry,
ci; il. 155.
Delia and Rosamo.d augmented, liii .. t.
Dtlie of Murice Sève h-v n.
Deios, ii. z55, 17o.
Demosthenes, ixiv n.
Despor tes, Philippe, xxv,xxvi.xxvii,xxiv,
xlii n,, xlv n. =, Iii, Iv-lviii, Ixvi, Ixxi,
Ixxii and n., Ix,rviii n. 3, Ixxix, lxxxviii
and n. , xci and n. , xev.xcvii,
ciii . =.
Devere (Dever}, Edward, Earl of Oxford,
Dëereux, Penelope (=Stella}. xliii n.
Robert, second Earl of Essex, xliii
n. ; i. 314; ii. O6. I
-- Waiter, first Ear! of Esseex, xliii n.
Devonshire, Dttke of, Lv.xvi n. 3 ; ii. *64.
Dian[a], htxxii, Ixxxiv ; i. 47, $9, 75, xo3, |

159. z8o, 2o7, 2z I. 28. ,92 ; ii. 32, 34,
49, rzS. =93. 329, 372-
Dia.a (iane), Constable's, iii, Ixi-
Ixiii; i. o 9, *o, x14; il, 75o144
a.Mm. Desportes', xlii n., xlv n. 2,
Ivi, Ixvi. Montemayor's, xxxv n., x]iv
. 2; i. *3t. Mistress ofSireno, i. t3L
Soothern's, I.
Dido, ii. 337-
Diego and Ginez, ra, cil Cf. ii. 297, 29.
Diella, xi, cii ; i. 2oo : ii. 297-32oasaim.
Discours PAi/osoAicues, lxxx n.
Dolee. Lodo*ieo. xx. lxv, lxxiii.
Doric melodies, il. 312.
Doris (sea nymph), ii. 63.
Dove, river, ii. 97.
Drayton, Michael, xxxiii, lxxxv-xci, ci,
citi ; ii. 179 ff.
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden,
xxxv n., cL cv. cviii.
Dryades, il. 3= 5.
Durant, Gilles, xlv ,,. , lx.xx, lxxxi ,.,
ixxxiv and . 1.
Dutch, i. = ; ii. o6.
D{yer], [Sir] E[dward], Sonnet by, i. 18.
ECHO (Eccho), i. z48, 149, t2o-=21, 272
g76, 3ot-3o4 ; il. 65. 99, zoo, z36, 148,
337-
Edmonds, Mr. Chzxies, cv n. *.
Edward the Fourth, i. 48.
Egean (se=}, ii. 36o.
Egypt, i. 197, 23o.
Elizabeth, ri". =53- Cf. Eliza, i. 275, 282
Elizium, ii. =oo ; Ellzon, ii. 112.
Ebtred, il. *.
Elysian (Elizian}, |. 247. 275-
Emaricdulfe, cv and .. t.
Empeocus, Sextiu. L 9.
Endymion (Endymyon), i. x62 ; il. lO.
Erato, L t99-
Erebus, ii. zso, 159.
Erinnys (Erinnyes), iii 200, 340.
n., xcix.
Erymanthian Bear, i. 250.
Fex, Robert, Erl of, sec Devereux.
Mas*er William. of Lamebour»e, ii.
=63.
FAna, sec Aetna..
Euphemie. il. x57.
Euphrates, ii. fo6.
Europa, i. o7.
Euterpe, L *99.
Paery Q##n, xlviii, xlix, xcii, xciii;
ii. 256.
Fano. civ ; il. 4*$, 420, 42=.

42g ELIZABFTHAN SONNE'FS

Fates. il. 39. 200.
Fauns, il. 327.
Fera.bosco, Alfonso, xl n. 1.
Feronia, ii. 31x.
Fides]ao lix, cii-ciii ; ii, 261 sgg.
Firenola, Agnolo, xxxix n.
Fitton. Edward, cv n. 1.
Flamini, Francesco, xxv n.
Fleece. Goldeo, i. 195; ii. 342.
Fletcher, Giles (father), Ixxxi-lxxxv, c n. x;
(son). Ixxxi n. John. Ixxxi ,. ; Phines,
lxxxi n.
Flora. i. 224, 27o. 271, 273, 278, 283. 284.
286, 287, 296 ; ii. 136, x6x, x6z, 3o6.
Floreoce (Fiorenza), civ ; il. 396.
Florio, xix =. x.
Flower. Francis. xiii n. Xo
Forcadel. Etienne (Forcatuluu), xxxix ,.
Fortune, il. 9 o.
Fouquières, Becq de, xxviii n.
Frauce, i. 26, 3 x ; horro-ed conceits
from, il. 3o.
Francine, xxv.
Francis, Saint, lxiii and ,. 1 ; ii. 88.
Furies) i. 309, 3xo, 3ix. 3x2 ; iL oo.
GALATEA. ii. 63. 169.
Galen. i.
Ganymede. i. 17.
Coascoigne, George. xxxvii n. 2, xlvii.
Gemini (Zodiac), lxxx n. Cf. Twins.
Gentiles, il. 370.
German broils, i. 2o 5.
Glemnham. Lady Ane, cii ; il. 199.
Sir Henry, cii ; ii. 199.
Gnosian crown, ii. x69.
Goat {Zodmc), i. xgx.
Gobbi. Agostino, xxi n., Ixxiv,
Godfrey. i. 2o 5.
Golden Fleece, i, 195 ; ii. 34.
Googe, Barnabe, x«xiii n. 2.
Gorgon. ci; ii. 147, 39
Graces, Ixxxiv n. 2 ; i. 2o8, 2xx, 212 ; ii.
94, xo6. 84.
Gravescnd, i. 8.
Greece, i. x 5, xx 9, 195; il. 38, 342. Cf.
i. 205; il. 39L
Greek Anthology, xiii n. 1. lix n.
Greg, Mr. W. W., 1 ,.
Grgoire de Naziane, xci ,.
Greville, Sir Fulke, cv.
Grévin» Jacques, xx'viii n.
Grittn, Baxtholomew, xi. cii-ciii . ;
ii. a6x ff.
Groto, Luigi (Cieco), xxxv n.
Gruter, xxi n.
Guarini. Battista, xx. xxxv n.
Gyneura, ii. 297, 99-

H.. W., xlii n. x.
Haemonia cuspis, il. 153.
Handefull of Pressant Delites, xxxiii n.
Hannibal. i. 12o.
Hari, ngton, Sir John» his Ariosto. ii. 27.
Hartwell. Master, .
Harvey. C-abriel, xxxviii n. 2, xciv and
. I, CY.
Hebe. Ixx ; ii. x. 404.
Heber, Richard. 1 n.
Hecate, i. 309» 31o; ii. 199, 200.
Hecatompathia (']«arolraOla, or Pas-
sionale Cenlurie of Lo), xxxiii n. 2,
xxxvii and n., xlih', ixxxiii n. z ; xc,
ciiio
He|en[a] of Spaxta, i. 7 ; ii. 146.
Helice. ii. 233.
Helicon. lxxxvii n. ; il. go?. gx 7.
Hellespont, ii. x6x, 333-
Henry 11. of France, 1.
Hercules, i. 36 ; ii. 255.
Hermes, i. 7, 286 ; ii. 155, 215, 9 .
Hermonius. i. 94.
Hero. i. 195 ; ii. x6x, 333.
Hesiod, lix n.
Hesp¢r. ii. 343-
Hesp¢rides. apples of, ii. 32. Cf. i. 52 ;
ii. xox.
Ho]land, i. 26.
Homer, xxiii, lix n. ; i. 8 ; il.
Horace. xvii. xxiv, xxxix n., Iv n.. lxiv
n.; i. 116.
Houghton, Master, ii. 32.
Howard, Henry, Lord. Sec Surrey.
Hydra, i, 98.
Hymen, ii. 340.
Hyperion, il. 161, 174, 309.
Hyrcan tigers, i. 94.
IDA (raie). ii. 40.
Idoean Shepherd, i. 53-
Idalea, il. 31o, 315.
Ide (mourir). il. 38.
/dea (ldeoE's Mirour), Iii, liii. Ix, Ixxxvi
and n., xci, ci, ciii, cri; i. 9 , 199,
233 ; il. x64, x69, x79-2x2zasim. 39,
6o, 339.
L'idée, xlvi. lviii n., Ixxiii n., Ixxxiv n.
20 Lxxxv and n.. Ixxxviii-xc.
ldillie$ et °aloçalle$, Ixvii nd n. .
Iliads, il.
Ilion, il. 337. Cf. Troy.
India (Ind Index), xcvi; i. 7 ; ii.
224, 3@2. Cf. i. 157, 197. 13; ii. 7-
Io. i. 7, '3 8.
Ihis. ii. 145.
Irss. ii. 39"z.

INDEX OF PROPER NAMES

429

Irish isle, il. I93.
Isis. river, il. 7, 197.
Islip, Adam. il. x37.
ltalian ,WadriKals Englished, xl, Ixviii.
ltaly, il. 3o, x31.
itis, ii. 342.
Ixion, ii. 2ol, 314, 4oo.

Japhet, i, 233.
Jason, i. 95; il. 34.
Joan, i. 1o8.
Joculus. i. 2o5;. -
Jodelle, Estienne, xxxv n.
Jonson, Ben, lxxxiv n. x, eviil.
Jove (Jupiter), Ixxxiv n. 2 ; i. 8, 14.
46. I16, It7, 139, i79, 18o, 183, I85 .
I99, 215, 28, 238 . 252, 285 ; il, 36. 40,
41, 45, 49, 63, 64, 94, to2, 207, 292,
302, 329, 337, 347. 364
Juno. Ixxxiv n. 2 ; i. 196. 212, 234,
238. 278 ; il. 40. 365, 388.
]uvenal, xxxi, lxiv n.

KALENDS. il. 130.
Kent. il. 197.

L., N., ii. 153-
Lais, ii. I57.
Lamebourne, il. 263.
Laura, mistress of Robert Tofte, xi. clv ;
il. 351-44, #aMm. Petrareh's mis-
tress, xv, xvi. xxxviii, xliii n., lxiii,
lxxvii ; il. I26, 195 , 207.
La Voltas, i. 2o2.
Laya, i. 17o. 17I. 283 ; il. I5I.
Lea, river, il. I97.
Leander, il. I28. 16i. 271,333, 337.
Leda's twins, il. x6I.
Lee. Master, il. 32.
Lemnos isle, i. 293.
Lethe, river, il. 7, 15o, 343-
Leueadian god, i. 247.
Leueothea, il. 309.
Leueothoe, i. 278.
Libra (Zodiac). i. i9 o.
Li¢ia, Ixxxii-lxxxv : il. 23-74.
L[inche], R[ichard], cii ; ii. 97.
Lion (Zodiac), i. 18 9.
Locke, Henry, cviii.
Lodge, Thomas, x Ixiv-lxxv, Ixxxiv and
n. 2, Ixxxv. ci ; Philli$, il. 1-22.
Lodwick. Sec Bryskett.
London il.
onoebeard. 14/illam, The Lire and Deat
o/, Ixv.
Louis, i. 48.

Love, the goal, i. toe and #amm. Se
Cupid.
Love'$ Labour' Loat, cvii.
Lownes, Matthew, xlii n. t ; il.
Lucan, xxxix n.. Ixiv n.
Lucian, Ixxvfii n., ixxxii ; il. 63.
Lucifer, i. 7 ; il. 286, 288.
Lucy [Percy], Lady. ii. 353.
, Luna. il. 3*,7-
Lybia, ii.
Lyeaonia, i. 25o.
Ly neeu, ii.
Lyric frora Eli«abeth«n Romance$,
Ixxi n.

M^CEDONIAN monarch, il. 379.
Maecenas, Ixxxvii, cix.
Magny, Olivier de, xxxv n., Ixxi, xeii n.
Mahomet. il. 92.
Manilius, Ixiv n.
Manners, Lady Bridget, i. 316.
Mantua, civ ; il. 417, 420.
Mantuanus, Baptista, xxxix n., Ixiv n.
Marenzio, Luea, xl and n. 2.
,l[argarite of lmerica, lxv, lxvi.
2llarie. Ix n.
Marino, xxxv n.. liii.
Maxot, Clment, xiii, xxii and n.. xxix.
xxxv n., xxxvi, Ixxviii and n. 1.
Marquets, Arme de, cix n.
Mars, Ixx; i. 17, 19, 37, 49, 7 l, 187,
ai5, 293; il. 18, i3x, 205, 246,
a6o, 303, 343, 347-
Martelli, Vincenzo, Ixv, Ixxiii.
Martial, xxii, xxxix. Ixiv n.
Mary. the Virgin, i. 276. 277.
Mary Queen of Scots, xxxiv n.
Massieum (nectar L il. 25,
Maya. i. 288.
Meander. il. 155. 365.
Mecca, il. 92.
Medea. lxxxviii n. 3 ; il. 2o3.
Medusa. lvi. Ixxxviii n. 3 ; i. 9 I, 145. 2o9,
210.
Medvay, river, il. 197.
Meleager, xvii, lix =.
Meline, xxv.
Melpomene, i. 5, 199,
Memnon, ii. 7, 5 $-
Mereury, i. 7, 18o, I9o; il. 47, 347- Cf.
alsa Hermes.
Meres, Francis, xlvi n.
Midases, i. 5.
Milton, John, xlix n.
Minerva, lxxxii, xc ; i. 8, 1o ; i% 32. 40,
58. 168, 2oo.
Minto, Professor. lxxiw.
Mirrha, il. 9-

430 ELIZABETHAN SONNETS

Mnemosyne (Mnemosine). i. x99 ; it. x56.
Mo||ineux, Lady, lxxxi ; il. 6. 32. 54.
Sir Richaxd. Kt.. Ixxxi ; il. 26, 28,
3.
Mo, Fric,o. xxv. =.
Montnu, lxv.
Montemayor, Jorge de, mv ; i. x3x , x33-
Mooes, i. «3,
Mor[e, Thorax, xl n. .
Morphe, i. 7 ; il. 3z8, 33 x.
Mosch, ii, lxi, lvii ; i.
Muay, Sir Dard, of Gorthy, c n. L
Me, Ixxi ; i. x95.
Mco, i. 9, x, 6.
Muses, L 5x, =o8, 64 ; ii. x 9, 3, 35, xo6,
oe, 63, 3x7, 345-
fua Transalina. xl n.
Mutius, ii. 369.
Mysus. il. xæ&
NIÇS. i. x85.
Naples (Napoli), lvii ; il. 403 ; song
of. i. x29, x3o.
Nciss (Ncisse). 1 ; i. 9 x. 238. 278 :
il. xS, 98, x48. a34-
Nhe. Thorax. xxxiii n. a. xlii n. x.
Iv n.. li ; i. 5-xo.
Nassau, Wilhemus van. i. x25.
Needham. Sir Robert. Kt.. ii. ax 5.
Nemesis, il: 37.
Nepenthe. n. x59.
Neptune, i. axo; ii. 49. 63. 64. 94. x3x.
3x5...
Nero. ,. 4o5.
Nestor. i. 8. 9æ-
Newman. Thorax, ii and n.. Iii; i.
x, . 4-
Nile, ver, il. 3x6, 329 .
Nio. viii n. 3 ; i. x, il. 57-
No. Milles de, Ixxix n.
Northumberland, Hey [Percy]. EI of.
i. 3x3; il. 353-
Nymphs, i. .
OeALA. i. a38-
L Olimpe. xxviii n.
Olive. v. lxiii n.
Olney, Henry. cil; il. 7. a99-
Olympus (Olimpus). i. x4 x ; ii. 3o.
Opera Mre, Tebaldeo'g. v n. a.
Ops. i. xZ ; ii. x47-
Orcas. ,.
Orient, i. 94-
Orlan. Ariosto's. xxxv n.
Orphem. i. 7, , x ; il. 3. 238-
Oin. the dow, il. x53.
Ossa. ii. x75.
Oes, il. a.

Ouse. river, ii. x97.
Ovid {Nao), xvii, xxiii, xxxix -., I, Iv n.,
lxiv n., lxvi, lxxvii, Ixxxiii n. 2, txxxiv
. x, ci ; i. x95 ; il. x55.
Ovid' anqel of ese, I.X, XX,
Oxford, ii. «7 ; Eax of, i. xo7, xoS.

PACTOLUS, river, ii. 3x6.
Pdoz. civ ; il. 359-
Palatine Anthology, lxxxiii
Pallas, Ixx, Ixxxiv and n.
x87, aoS, a82 ; il. x6, xS, 60, 77, 355-
Pan, i. Ç, 73. 8o ; il. 325, 328.
Panchaian incense, i. 3o5 .
Pan«aris, La, xlv
Pandora (godde$s}, Ixix ; il. 60, 228 ;
Soothern's, xlix.
Paphoso i. o, 94. xo5. x39. o6
Parabosco. G/rolamo, xxxv n. x, xxxix n.
Paradise. i. 229; il. xo6. aææ, 364
Parcae, ii. 4. Cf. Fates.
Paris. ii. 382; (=Alexander). i. aT; il.
328.
Parnas»us, xxxviii ; L 8. 5x, 53 : il. 3a5.
347.
Parthenophe, Ixxvii; i. x65 sff.
x97; il.
Parthenophil, Ixxvi| n. ; i. x65
Pfrtluassim ; il.
nolMl and Partenoe, lxxd, c ;
i. z65
Parthians, ii. 395-
Pascale. Lodovico. Ixv, lxxifi.
Pazithoea, il. x69.
Pasquier, xxxv n,
Passerat, xxxv n. t.
Passionate Centurie. Set Hecatom-
pathia.
Passionate Pilgrm, 'e, clii t. x.
Pas#or lido, Guarinïs, xxxv n.
Paterno, Lodovico, xxxv n.
Paul' Churchyard, ii. x76.
Paul's Cross, ii. 28.
Patmanias, Ixiv n.
Peak, the, il. x9.
Peers, the piper, i.
Pegastm. i. 24 ; il. 39 o.
Pelion, il. x75.
Pelops, i. 3o0.
Pembroke, Mary, Countess of, i. 8, 3x5;
ii. xx.
Penelope, i. xg; ii. 28.
Percy, Henry, Earl of Northumberland.
civ ; ii. 353 ; Lady Luey, civ; ii. 353
William, Ixxvi, e ; i. x65 ; il. x37, x39.
Perillus, il. 35-
Perseus, i.

INDEX OF PROPER NAMES

43 1

Persians, il. 45-
Persius. xxxi.
Peruse, Jean de la, xxxv n.
Perviilium Veneris, lxxxiv n. t.
Pesa.ro, civ ; ii. 4z 9.
Petrarch, xi-xviii, xix-xli #assira, xlii-
xiviii, xlix, l, liii-lv. Ivi n., lix, Ix
lxiv n., Ltvii n. x, lxviii n. Ixxvii, Lvxix,
lxxxvii n., Ixxxviii. xciv, xcv. xcviii,
xox. cviii-ex; i. fS, t95; ii. x26, x55.
Pttrarfluisme au XFI* Siëcle. xxiv n.
Petrom'us Arbiter, lxxxiv n. t.
Phoeton. i. x87 ; ii. 364.
2Oillis. Ixvi-lxx. lxxii-lxxiv, Ixxxiv-lxxxv,
ci ; ii. x-ao, 32"a.
Philomela, i. xxx, xxa; ii. 326.
Phlegethon, river, ii. eoo.
Phebe, Ixx ; i. 59, xBo, o3. 208,
2,2, 236, 043, u48, 292, u97, 309; ii.
t8. x6o, x74. 346.
Phoebus. xci n. ; i. 8. XT, 23. 59, 60. 65.
18o, 18 4, 18 5. I87, IgI, I9, 0I 5, 225,
228, 231 , 34. 3 B, 250, 97, 3 I2. 315
ii. x. 35, 42. x72. 2xO. 239, 288, m89,
3o5, 3x7, 3 mS, 329. 336, 346.
Phoenix. xc; i. 7, 57, fox, xo 9; ii.
x89. 336-
Phryne. il. 3x8.
Pierce Pennilesse, Iv n.
Pier«et uereroga/ion. xciv n. L
Pied. Manus, xxiv.
Pindar. xxiii, xxiv, I, Iv n. ; i.
Pisa, civ ; ii. 382.
Pisces{Zodiac). i. x92. 224:
Plato0 Ixxxviii. Ixxxix n. ; a.
Plautus, |xiv n.
PlSiade, La. xxii-xxv, x,xviii, xxxiii-xxxv.
liii, iix n.
Pliny, xxxix n.
Pluto. i. x85.
Po, river, x|v, Lxxxvii .
Poeneian cow, i. 238.
Poles. i. 26.
Poliziano, Angelo. xxxix n.
Polyhymnia, i. x99.
Polyphemus, lxxxii ; ii. 63.
Polyxena. sonnet to. ii. x46.
Ponsonby. William, xcii. c ; il. 2 3. 2x
Pontoux. Claude de. xlvi. lviii n., lxxiii
Ixxxiv n. a. lxxxv and n., Ixxxviii-xc.
xcv, xcvii.
Progne, i.
Prometheus. i. xxS, o5; ii. xoo. x88. 362.
Propertius. xvii. xxxlx n.
Proserpina, L xo3; iL xSO. x99.
Proteus, il. 393-
Psyche. i. x84..; il. x99. 303
Ptholomeu$. ll. 3x5 .

Puttenham, Geor£e, xxix n. x, li and
n. l.gxV n. g.
ppPygmalion, i. 92 ; ii. x6 277 ,
ren[ees], il. t93.
ythius, it\ z68.
Python, Ixx, Ixxxiv, Ixxxv; ii. $, 60.
RABELAIS, |xiv n.
Raleigh, Sir Walter, xlviii, xlix.
Rare (Zodiac), i. x87.
Ramnis, i. x55.
Renaissance, xiii. xvii, xxviii.
Reynolds, John, cri.
Phadamant, il. x44.
Rhea, son of, lxix; il. xS.
Rhine, river, il. x93.
Rhodope. i.
Rhone, river, xlv, lxxxvii n.
Rich, Lady, xliii and n.
Robert, end Lord, xliii n. ; i. 29;
il. 83.
Richard fIL, ii. 23.
Roberts JameS, |xi; ii. 5.,
Robinson. Clement, xxxm n. 2.
Rome {Roma), civ; ii. 94, 386. Cf. i.
I95, 205, 3Or.
1Coince and Juliet, cviii.
P.onsard, Pierre de, xxii, xxxw n., ravi.
xxxviii, xli, xlii n., xliv, xlv n.
I-Iii, Ivii n. 2, lix n., lxii and n., lxvi-
Ixxi, lxxv, Lr.xxiv and n. 2, lxxxv» xci,
xcii n., xev and n., xcvii, ci ex.
Rosalynd, lomance of ,.,. Ix-v, lxxi, Ixxii.
Rosamond, liii n. x ; n. xx 5.
Rowland [i.e. Miclmel Drayton], ci; iL
I45-
SA]IT-GELA]S, Melin de, xxii and n.,
xxix, xlv n. . Ixiii and n. x. Ixxix.
Sannazaro, Jacopo, xxv, n.
Sappho, i. 8 ; il. 23.
Sasso, Pamphilo, xxv, ciii n. 2.
Saturn, i. axS; ii. 4, xoe. 3,L 33x
Satyrs. i. 2o2.
Sauromates, i. ":,5 8.
cillaes fetamorpAosis, Ix.
Seo|oker, Anthony, cri n.
Scorpion (Zodiac). i. xgo. 9 t.
Scotland, i. 06; ii. x93.
ScylIa, ii. 342.
Sennuecio del Bene, xvi.
Sepinus, Gervasius of Saumur. xxxix
Serafino dell' Aquila, xix, xxv n., xxix.
xxxi, xxxviii, xxxix, Ixxxiii
ciii n. 2.
Sestyan Hero, ii. *6x.
Sève, Maurice. liv n. .

43 ELIZABETHAN ONNETS

Severn, river, il. 197.
Sextius Empedocus. i. 9-
Shakespeare. Wil|iam. ix.
xlvi n.. lxiii n.. Ixxv. Ixxvi and n. x and
n. 7. Ixxxi n.. Ixxxiii. Ixxxv. xcvii, ciii
n. I, cvii. ex.
Shakespeare. Lift
Ixxxiii n. I.
Shaxman. Julian, xxxv
Shrewsbury, Countess of. Ixati.
Sidney. Sir Philip, x, xxxii-xxxiv,
xxacvii, xlii. xliii and n., xliv, xIv-xlviii,
xlix. li. Iii. Iv n., Ix, lxi, lxii. Ixxvi,
Ixxvii, Ixxxii. Ixxxvii
lxxxix n. x, xcix, ci. cil. cv; i. x-B7
pa««im ; ii. 95- Cf. i. 55 ; ii. 57.
Sienna, civ ; ii. 377.
Silvans (Sylvans), i. 21o; ii. 377.
Simmes, Valentine, ii. 35x, 356.
Sinon, ii. 306.
Sireno, i. 13 x, x33.
Siren[s], i. 94 ; il. 306, 329.
Sisyphus (Sysiphus). ii. ox, 86.
Smethwiek, John, il. 179.
Smith, Richard. lxi : iL 75, 78.
Smtth, William, ciii and
Socrates, i. 30.5.
Sol, ii. 347.
Sommts, il. 3zx.
Sonntt Siri?uel$, cix and
Soothern, John, xlix-li and n., Ixx'v.
Sophodes0 xxxix
Sophy, ii. 45.
Sou#fs, Le«, xxxv
Southampton, Henry [Wriothesley], Earl
of, i. 34-
Spain, i. 2o 5 ; ii. 3o, 2o6.
Sparta, i. 57 ; ii. 387.
Spenser. Edmund, x. xxxiii-xxxvii, xliii n.,
xIviii, xlix, Ixi» ixxxix, xeii-xcix, c, ci ;
ii. 2x 3. 7x 5 sqq, 323 .
Stella. xliii n., xliv. xlv ; i. z-88. 207, a75-
Strange, Lady, i. 35.
Strozza, Ercole. xxxifi and n. , xxxix.
St.y.x, river, il. x99, 2oo, 343-
u.
Surrey, Erl of, xxviii-xxx, xxxii» xxxiii,
xlvii.
Syrinx, ii. 328.
TAMBURLAINE, ii. 366.
Tame. river, ii. 97-
Tantal[us]. i. 73 ; il. 314, 376.
Tarlton'x Newx out of urator. Ixxi.
Tasso, Torquato0 xix, xxxv0 xxxix, Iii.
liv ; ii. ag-

Taurus (Zodiac), Ixxx n. Cf. Bull.
Tear$ of Fane/. etc., xii,
Tebaldeo, Antonio. xxv n., xlv n. u.
Tellus, ii. x6. 29u° 306.
Tempe, lxxxvii n. i. 48 : ii. 707. 316.
Terpsichore. i. I99.
Teuce. ii. x46.
Thlia. i. x99; il. 169.
Thames, river° xlv, lxxxiii n. ; i. 62; il.
34. z97.
Thamira° ii. 3x2.
Thebes. i. 69-
Thelxione. il. 169.
Theocritus. xvii. xxXlx n.
Theophratus, i. 365
Theseus, i.
Thessalian shore, il. 230.
Thetis, lxx ; i. 94. 778, 79. 3 I7 ; il. I8,
60. 85, ,6,. 784. 3o9.
Thorpe. Thomas. xlii n. L
Thrace. i. 2o; iiæ 342.
Thyrsis. il. zo7.
Tibullus, xxxix n,
Timantes, ii. 473.
Ttan, i. 167. 8o, 185. aa4. 797 ; ii.
33x-
Titus, ii. 306. 314.
Tofte. Robert (R. T.), civ and n.. cvi n.,
I 35 xqq.
Tottel's Miscellany, xxix and n. 2, xxx,
. xxx'i, lxvii n. 1.
Trent, river, ii. x 7.
Triton, ii. 3.
Troilm, ii. 145.
Troilu$ and Crieyde, xxviii.
Troy. i. 9 ; il. xxT, 387. Cf. i. .,
T2O 5 ; ii. 303.
urkish new moon, i. 76.
Tre-nus, ii. 77.
Tweed, river, ii. *97-
Twins. the (Zodiac). i. I88.
Two Gentlemen of érona. cvii.
Tyard. Pontus de, xxxv n., lxxii n. x,
Ixxix n., Ixxx n., lxxxviii, xcv, xcviii,
xcix, ci.
Tyrian buskins, i. 18o.
Tyrone. ii 206.

ULSTER. i. 26.
Ulysses, il. 28.. 335.
Urania, i. 35-
VAGANAX r, [. Hurler, xxi n., l¢XV
lxxxviii n. 2.
Valerius Flaccus, xxxix n.
Vauquelin de la Fresnaie, xxvi n. , lxvii
and n. , |xxviii n. 3.
Venice, il. 360.

NDEX OF PROPER NhMES

433

Venus, xvii. lxx, lxxv/ii, lxxxii, ci ; i. o,
32. 4a, 47» 49.5o, 67, 75, 94, z39, g4o,
x64, xSo, z84, z85. z9o, z96. z97, -'o6.
-'o8, -'zz, -'I3, ",zS, -'24, -'35. -'39, "49,
-'53. -'68, /7, -'78, -'82, -'9 o, -'93, 295.
"98, 3oo, 3xo ; ii. xS. -'x, 5, 35, 37, 38,
39. 4o, 45, 47, 54, 6o, zoe, 47. x63,
266. -'86, 292 , 293. 347, 373. 398. 4oz.
Vere, Edward de, Earl of Oxford, xlii n.
x; i. zoS.
Vergii. xxiii, xxxix n.. iv n.
Vesta, i. -'33. 257 ; ii. z96.
Vesuvius. i. -'x 3.
Vianey, M.. xxv n.
Visions of Beltay, TAc, xxxv.
Visions of PetrarcA ( kïsions de Pe/far-
que), xxxvi.
Virgo (Zodiac), i. x8 9.
'ita 2V,o-a of Dante, xiii.
Vuican, i. x4o. XTO. 208. 293, 343.

W., G., senior, il. ¢x6.
Water-man (Zodiac). i.
Waterson, Smon. iiii n.
Wat-on. Thomas, xi, xxviii n., xxxii-

xxxiv, xxxvi-xliii, xlvi, xlix, lxvii, lxxxii,
lxxxiii n, -', xc. xcix, ciii n.
Wilbye, John, lxv n.
Wilis. river, il. x97.
Wilton, i. x23.
Wither, George. cvL
Wits Fliserie, ixiv n.
Wolf. John, ixxvi n. 3 ; i.
Wyatt. Sir Thomas, xxii n., xxviii, xxix-
xxxiii, xlvii, Ix,d/n. x.
YoN«g. Nichola»,
York, il. Z97-
Z^NCL^ Charbid'. i. 47.
Zenocrates. ii. zz6. 38.
Zepheria. xi, ixi n. -', ci, cvii; ii. z53-
78 assim.
Zephyr (Zephyrus), il. z6. 2o 7, /o, 3-'7,
392
Zeuxis, i. 177. z78.
Zodiac, ixxix-lxxxi ; i. x87, x88, x9o sfq. ;
il. 368.
Zodiafue. Stances du, Ixxx.
Zoilus. xc ; i. 3z4,
Zouch. John, cv n. z.

Il. 2 E 9

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

AuouT the well from which mine eles did flow, i. 149
A casver havlng Ioved too long in vain, . il.
A day, a night, an hour of sweet content.. L
A friend of mine, pityiog my hopeless love, iL 8o
After Aurora's blush, the sun axose, . . i. 3
After long storms and tempests sad assay, iL 48
After so long a race as I have run, . il. 256
A gentle rame deer ara I, called a Hast ; il. 4zo
Ah bed ! the tield where joy's peace some
do see; ...... i. 6o
Ah ! Colin, whether on the Iowly plain, . il. 216
Ah fleeting weal ! ah, «ly deluding sleep, . il.
Ah me I How many ways bave I assayed, L 308
Ah me I sweet beauty Iost returns no more, L 204
Ah pale and dying infant of the spring, . iL
Ah, pierce-eye pielcing eye, and blazing
light ! i. I96
Ah, sweet Content I where is thy mild abode? i. 2o9
Ah, ton rimes worse tormented than before
Ah Trees, why rail your leaves so fast? . ii. 8
Ah, were my tears, as many writers' be, . i. 56
Ah 1 why hath nature to so hard a heart . il. 3
Alas I have I hot pain enough? my friend ! L
Alasl whence came thls change of Iooks?
If I ........ i. 54
A' Licia sigh ! and say, Thou art my own, il. 59
Ail beauty's far perfections rest in thee ! . i. 264
Ail my sense thy sweetness gained ; . i.
Ara I a Gorgon ? that she doth me fly ! . ii. 3uo
Amongst the Idle toyes that rosse my brayne, i.
AnddoIseesomecauseahopetofeel? . i. 44
And bave I heard her say, ' O cruel pain 1" i. i x5
And i it by immutable Decree? . ii. 167
And now, thou winged Ambassador of
Wonder I ....... il. I77
And thus contlnuing with outrageous tire, i. x89
And yet, I cannot reptehend the flight, . il.
An evll spirit (your Beauty) haunts me still, il.
An Ocean Sea of water calm ara 1 ; . . ii. 399
Anon, Fear(Sentlnel ofsad Discretionl . ii. x59
A painter draw the image ofthe boy, . il. 39
Are those two stars, ber eyes, my life's
llght, gone? ...... il. 56
Are you so wasp[sh that, frum rime to rime,

Arlon, when, through tempests cruel wrack, ii. 235
Arraigned, poor Captive at the Bar I stand ; il. 267
As are the sands, faix Licia, on the shore ; iL 43
A sat-yr once did run away for dread, i. xx8
As burnished gold, such are my Sovereign"s
Halrs ; ...... il. 373
As draws the golden M eteor of the day, . il. lo 9
As good to wrlte, as for to lie and groan, . L 3 I
As in some Countries, far remote from hence, il. o6
As Love and I laie harboured in one inn, . il. 2io
As other mon, so 1 myself, do muse, . . ii. *85
As rocks become, exposed 'gainst waves and
wind, ....... iL 384
As Sacrifice unto a goddess bright, . . ii. 4i 9
As to tbe Roman, that would free his land, ii. i33
A sttife is grown between Virtue and Love ; L 37
Astronomers the heavens do divide, . . il. lO2
As where two raging venoms are united, . ii. xo
As winter's rage, young plants unklndlv
spilleth ; ...... ii. 31u
A thousand rimes to think and think the
saine, ...... il. 7
A wit!ess gallant, a young wench that
wooed ....... il. x91
.ky me, poor wretch ! my prayer is turned
to sin, ...... iL 96
Aye me that loue wants power to pierce the
hart, i. 146

IACCHUS ! Father of ail sport 1 . l. 277
Beauty, sweet love ! is like the morning dew ; il. 13o
Be hlind mine eyes I which saw that stormy
frown, i.
Because I breathe hot love to every one, o i.
Because I oft in dark ahstracted guise, i.
Belote brlght Titan raised his team, . l. 297
Begs Love I which whilom was a deity? . i.
Behold deaxe Mistres how each pleasant
greene, ....... i. I58
Behold, outwalking in these valleys, L 284
Behold these tears, my Iove's true tribute
payment t. ...... i.
Behold wbat hap Pygmalion had, to frame, i. 9
Beingmyelfcaptivedhereincare, . . il. as3

436

ELIZABETHAN GONNETS

Be nougbt dismayed that ber unmoved mind, il. s9
Be your words marie, good Sir I of Indian
ware; ...... i. $7
Blame me hot deere loue thougb I talke al
randon, .... - , . i. z6x
BLxme hot m N heart for flying up too high I il. 79
Bles still the myrrh tree, Vengs I for thy
meed ! ..... i.
Blot hot thyoEealty (Falre.st yet unkind I) ii.
Both geins and pear]s their proper value
bave, ....... il. 396
Brethlng forth sighs of most heaxt-break-
ing might ....... il. 3o8
Bright matchless Stir, the honour of the
sky I ....... il.
Bright star of Beauty I on whose eyelids sit, ii.
Burn on, sweet Fire ! For I lire by that fuel, i.
Burst» burst, poor heart I Thou hast no
longer hope ; ...... il.
But, ah» my plague, through time's oulrage,
incseascd I ...... l. 9
But belng Care, thou flyest me as III Forttme, iL 99
But if she shaiI attend what fortunes
sequelled, ....... il. 178
But if with error and unjust suspect,. . li. x75
But love I whil.st that thou may't be loved
agaln : ....... il.
But of thy heazt too cruel I thee tell, . iL 348
"But Pity» which sometimes doth lions more, i. z89
But thou my dear sweet-sounding lute, be
still I ....... il. 309
But when in May, my world's bright fiery

CALLIiG tO mind since flrst my Love begun, iL
Care-charmer Sleep I Son ofthe sable Night I iL
Care-charmer S|eep I Sweet case in rest-
less m[sery, ...... iL 272
Ce¢ Eyes tO cherish with still flowlng
tears, .....
Cease eyes to weep, sith none bemoans
your weeping I ..... iL 33 r
Cease, over tired Muses I to complain L
Cease sorrow I Cea¢, O cease thy rage a
little I ....... i. 245
Changed is my nature in me ; where before, iL 375
Clear Ankor, on whose silver sanded shore, il. 207
Clip hot, sweet Love, the wings of my
Desire, . ...... iL 270
Coelia of a]] sweet courtesies resolve me I iL z47
Colin, I know lift, in thy lofty wit . . iL 349
Colin, my dear ad most entire beloved, . iL 323
Corne death ! the anchor hold of ail my
thouglits, ....... i. 99

Corne, let me write, 'And to what endl"
To ear, . ..... i. *
Corne sleep! O sleepl the certain knot of
peacel . . . - . . i. 30
Comng to ki&s ber lips (such grace I round), il. 248
Compare me to Pygmaiion with hls Image
'sotted, ....... il. 77
Compaxe me to the child that plays wlth tire I il. 27ç
Cool I cool in waves, thy beams intolerable, i. z97
Courteous Cailiope, vouchsafe to lend, . il. 325
Covetous Eyes I wlmt did you late behold t L 2t 5
Cruel fair Love I I justly do complaln, . il. 56
Cupid I because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes ; i. r7
Cupld had donc some heinous act or other, iL 3m
Cupid 1 hale theel which l'd bave tbee
know I ...... iL 205

DArL when I do seek and sue for peace.
Darke is the day, when Phoebus face is
showded ......
Dk Nightl Bla im« of my foui
Dpa I ...... z 7
Mtrs ! OEan my soul, to me much
de,er I ...... i.
De ow I Give me leave to the a
while I ...... i.
De to m Soul I then, leave me hot r-
saken I ...... i[.
why make you more of a dog, t me
D I wby ould you oemd me to my
st, ........
a in a rge, aulted once my hrt, iL 3
Define my Wl, d tell the oys of hven
Delà, migh Ld I the ver m pee L 3x3
eli Th eyes OE so areth ine I il. x7
De I though OEou my old compion art, i. 47
Devoid ofrn, tafi to foolh e,
Da d ber phs in siluane ke.. i. x59
Diana sheth the hevens cl ; . . ri. 3a
Di, that fa would eer ber end tbe
Night ; ...... i.
Did 1 hot love h a loyer ough . .
Did you sometim three Germ boeten
see ; ........ il. 267
Die» die m Hopes ! for u do hot augment, il. 346
Distance of place, my Love and me d p; i 7
I hot see that ft ag,
I, unto a el tiger play ; . . . il. 4
u there bath been--when th
golden cbain, ......
Dou u whom my Mu OEese not
imendeth ; i.
Down from tbe ne unto tbat dMnty Brut,
Down in bed, and on a bed of down,

INDEX OF FIR.T LINES

437

Drwh, cunning Painter, hast thon with
great art, ....... il. 385
Drwh with th' attractive virtue of ber eyes, il. 3

EACH beast in field doth wish the morning
light ........ iL 343
Each creature ioyes Apollos happie sight, i. a6o
Each day, new proofs of new despalr I flnd, il. 93
Each tree did boast the wished spring titans
pride ........ i. 6o I
Earth ! take this earth wherein my spirits
Echo! what shall I do to my lqymph,
when I go to behold ber I o . i. 30,
End this Enchantment» Love I of my
desires I ...... il.
Envions air, ail lature's public nurse, . i. aa9
Envions wits ! what bath heen my offence, i. 63
Eternal Twins ! that conquer Death and
Time, ...... ii. 78
Even as the lamp goeth out, that oil doth
want ........ il. 377
Exclef, should it fortune I should pencil
thee ; . ii. x66

F^CTIOi that ever dwells in court where
wit exceis, ...... i. o7
Fairandlovely Ma|d ! Look from the Sbore ! ii. 28
Fai art thon, Phillis, ty so fait sweet maid» il. aa
Fait bosom, fraught with virtues richest
tresure, ....... il. 2S
Fait by inheritance I whonl born we sec, . ii. x4
Fait Clytie doth tiourish with the Spring ; i. o 4
Fait cruel I why re ye so tierce and cruel ? ii. 24
Fair eyes I sweet llps ! dear heart I that
foolish I, . ...... i. 3a
Fait eyes I the mirror of my mazed heart, il. a2o
Fait eyes» whilst fearful I your fait admire, il. 5
Fait Grace of Graces Muse of Muses ail I il. 06
Fait ia my love, and Cruel as ahe's fait ; . iL x9
Fait is my love that rends among the lilies, il. a83
Fair is my love, when ber fair golden hairs, il. a57
Fait ivory Brow» the board Love banquets
on ! ........ il. 37
Fair matchlese Nymph resleCt but what
I OEave» ....... il. $3
Fair Proud ! now tell me Why should faire
be pro'ad ? ...... il. 23o
Fait Queen of Cnidos! corne, adorn my
foehead I ....... ii. 3
Falr I seek hot to be feared. Most lovely I
beloved by thy servants ! . . L x 7
Fir Shepherdess, when as these rustic lines, il. 345
Falr Sunl if you would bave me praise
your lighh o . ii. 88

Fair ye be sure, but cruel and unklnd, . il. 244
False hope prolongs my ever certain grief» ii.
Falsely doth Envy of your praises bime,, ii.
Far better had it been, I had been dead, . il.
Fast flowing teares from watery nies abound-
ing, . ....... i.
Feed silly sheep! Although your keeper
pineth ; ....... il. 326
Fidessa falr ! long lire a happy maiden I . ii. 265
Fidessa's woth in rime begetteth praise, . ii.
Fie, fie, tierce Tyrantl Quench tbis
lutions rage ! ...... i.
Fie, Piesure ! fie I Thou cloy'st me with
delight, ....... il.
Fie, school of Patience, fie ! your lesson is, i. 39
Finding these beams, which I must ever love, i.
First did I fear, when first my love began ; ii. 44
Fly! flyl my friends; I bave my death
wound, fly ! ...... L
Fly low, dear love ! thy sun dost thou hot
sec? ........ ii. 8o
Fly to ber heart ! Hover about ber heart I il. a76
Fools be they, that inveigh "gainst Mahomet; il.
Forglve me, dearl for thundering on thy
naine ; ....... il.
For glory, piesure, and fair flourishing ; i. 99
For if alone thon thlnk to waft my Love, . il. 55
FOE I have Iovèd long, I erve reward I ii. a73
Forth from mine ees, with fur tide, flows
t river ; ...... i.
For to behold my Sun, I from the suns . il. 370
Fortune cross friend to ever-conquering Love, iL 359
Fortune forwearied with my bitter none,. L t45
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty
king, ....... il.
From East's hed rosy, whence Aurora r'lseth ; i.
From milk of Juno, as the Ponts feign, . il. 388
From the revenue of thine eyes' Exchequer, il. 77
From thine hetrt's ever-burning resta! tire, i.

Gv me my Heartl For no man liveth
heartless I . . " .... L 196
Give period to my matter ofcomplainlng, iL
Go, bastard Orphan I Paek thee hence I . i. x68
Gon Idle lines unpolisht rue and base, . L 38
Gold upon gold, mine only Joy did p|te, il. O$
Gomyflockl gogetyouhence! . . l. 82
Good bother Philip ! I have born you long, i. 52
Gond Goal I how senseless be we parmonts, iL 44
Go» waiig verse ! the infant of my love-- i. 88
« Grant, fa!test kind, a kiss unto thy friend I' iL 4*
Grest is the oy that no longue can express ! iL aTS
Gre't waS the strife between the Stm on
hlgh, ....... iL 3tia
Gret wrong I doe, I can it not deny, iL a3

438 ELIZABETHAN SONNETS

Grief, find the words ! For thou hast ruade
my brain, . . . . L 58
Griefurglng Guest I great cause bave ! to
plain me,. ...... il. 269
H.',v I been banlshed from the native soli, i. 227
Had she hot been so excellently fait, . il. zo8
Hand, hart and ele, tucht thought and did
behold, ...... L x59
Happy! depart wlth speedl Than me,
more fortunate ever ! . i. 262
Happy i $1eep; waking, content to
languish ; ....... l. 98
Happyye leaves! when asthose lily hands, iL 2z7
Hard are the rocks, the marble, and the
steel, ...... iL 38
Hzrk, a31 you fa]ries that do sleep . . i. fo 3
Hark I ail you Iovely lqymphs forlorn I i. 292
Hark Loyers I Hark, a st.range miracle, il. 384
l.lave I caught my heavenly jewel, . L 68
Having this day» my horse, my hand, my
lance, ....... L 3x
Hear hov my sighs are echoed hy the wind ! il. 52
Hlearken awhile, Diella ! toa story, . . il. 320
Heralds at arms do three perfections quote, iL 83
Here end my sorrow» no here my sorrow
s pringeth, ..... L x54
Her love to me, She forthwith did impawn» l. z72
He that cz couut the candles of the sky,. ii. 3z6
He that will Coesar be, or else hot be, . ii. 275
He that would fain Fidessa's image sec, . ii. 281
He, wben continual vigil moved my watch, i. 7 o
Higbway ! slnce you my chier Parnassus be ; i. 53
Him when I caught, whaz chains had 1
provided I ..... i. x72
His mother dear, Cupid offended late; i.
blis sbadow to Narcissos well presented ; . il. 98
Hither, chaste Pboehe's Nympbs flockcd in
processinn, ...... il. x74
Htt,ld I Matchless Mirror of ail Woman-
kind I ....... L
Hopeles aud belpeles too, poor Ioueamated, i.
Hope I art thoo troc, or dost tbou flatter me L 44
Hope, like the hyaena, comlng tobe old, . il. 95
How can I lire in mines or body's bealtla, i. 214
How can that piercing crystal-painted eye, il. 266
How bave I forfeited tby kind regard, . il. 65
Htow langoisheth the primrose of Iove's
garden I ....... il.
How long shall I, in mine affliction moorn il. x29
How long sbal this llke dying lire endure, il. 2a9
Htw ruade 1, tben, attempt in coortly
fashiou, ....... il. s62
How many golden days I have I set free,, il. 172
Ho many paltry foolish painted Things,. iL 84

How often hath my pen (mine heart's
Solicitor I) ...... il.
How often bave mine eyes (thine eye's
apprentice, ...... il. 6
How shall I deck y Love in love'$ hbiIi-
ment, ....... iL
How then succeedeth that, amid this woe, i.
How wert thon pleased with my Pastoral
Ode ! o . iL

I am no model figure, or Sign of Care ; il. 98
I burn, yet ara I cold I I ara a cold, yet hum I i. 86
I cannot conquer and be conqnered !' . il.
I curst thee oft, I pity now thy case,, i. 34
I da.re hOt speak ol that thrice ho]y bill, i. 235
I do compare umo thy youthly clear» il. 6
I do hot now complain of my disgrac.e, il.
I ever love, where never Hope appears, il 94
If, aged Chaton, when my lire shall end, iL 55
if ail the Loves were lost, and should be
round ; ....... i.
If April fresh doh kindly give us flowels ; ii. 36
If a truc heart and faith nnfeigned ; . . L 95
If Beauty bright be doubled with a frown, i. 98
If Cruel thott desirous art ofblood; . . il.
If Cupid keep his quiver in thine eye, . i.
1 feel myself endangered beyond reason, il. x6
Ifever Sorrow spoke from Soul that loves, iL 97
If tlood$ of teaxs o0uld deanse my follies
past» ....... l. o8
If great Apollo offered as a dower, . . il.
If he be dead in whom no heart rem'tins, ii. 57
If he, from heaven that filched that living tire, il.
If I could think how these my tboughts to
leave ; ...... L
! f in the midst of kindly burning tire, . il. 369
If I somewhile look into the skies, l . il. 38z
If it be sin, so dearly for to love thee ; . il. 144
If, Laura, thon dost turn'gainst me in hate : iL 363

If Ioely Lass, for Fairing thine, of me, . il. 366
If love, wherein I burn, were hot a tire ; . ii. 397
if neither Love. nor Pity can procure, . i. 258
If Orpheus" voice hd force to breathe such
music's love ....... i. 69
lfsad complalntwouldshewaLover'spain; iL 73
If scalding sighs, my faith ma3" restify, . il. 42
If Sea, no other thing doth show to be, . il. 367
lfso I seek tbe Shades, I presentlydosee, iL 9
! f so i*. hap the offsprlng of my care, . i. 89
If that I die, fair Licia, with disdain, . il. 59
If this he love, to draw a weary breath, . i. 99
If thon rt cold, as is the Winter's show ; il. 4o5
If truc love might t.rue Iove's rewrd obtain, il. 8
I f what is henry craves the Centre hase; . il. 383
If whilom» in times past, that Spatan Lass il.

INDEX OF FIRST LllES

439

If wh[te's the Moon, tbou Laura seem'st as
white ; ...... iL 377
1 bave hOt spent the April of my rime, . iL
I hear tome say, ' This man is nos in love I' ii. z93
I hope and fear, I pray and hold my peace, il. z 9
I o to sec how in your drawen work, . iL
I know, within my mouth» for bashful fear, ii. 3o7
I llve, sweet Love, whereas the gentle wind, !!. 7
1 '11 teaeh thee, Iovely Phillis, what love is, n.
Illuminating lamps I Ye orbs chrystallite, iL
I meet nos mine, by others' discontent, . il. xzo '
I might bave died hefore my lire began ; . ii. 45
I might--unhappy word, O me I--I might, i. 17
ImperiousJove, with sweet lipped Mercury, L
Imperious love who in the prime ofyouth, L 55
I must nos grleve my love I whose eyes would
read ...... il.
In a grove most r;ch of shade, . L 79
Inamoured Jove, commanding, did entreat, il. 41
I n a shady grove of myrtle, . i. 283
lu centre of these Stars of Love, . . i. =33
I n Ciowdes she shines and so obscurely shineth, i. x6t
I never drmlk of Aganippe's well ; . i. 48
In Fancy's world an Atlas bave I heen, . ii. 4
In former rimes, snch as had store of coin, il.
In highest way of heaven: the sun did ride, L
In Ida Vale three Queens. the Shepherd saw ; ii. 4o
Injurious Fates I to rob me ofmy hliss, . iL
In Love his kingdom great, two fools therebe, iL 406
In martial sports I had my cunning tried ; i. 37
In nature apt to like, when I did see, i.
Innocent paper ; whom too cruel hand, . iL
In Pride of Wit, when high desire of faine, ii. 204
In prime ofyouthlyyeares as tken nos wounded, i. 39
In quiet silence of the shady night, . . i.
In silver stream, on shallow fountain's shelf, il. 4o8
In sweetest pride ofyouthful May, . . [.
In that proud port, which ber so goodly
graceth, ....... il.
In the Egeau dangerous sea of Love, . ii. 360
In rime the strong and stately turrets fall, ii. 4.8
Into these loves, who but for passion Iooks; il. zSo
In truth, O love I with what a boylsh kind, i. 16
In vain I seek and sue to ber for gace, . iL
In vasty se.a, fain would my slender muse, il. 4==
In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change, i.

I, on my horse ; and Love on me, doth try, i. 35
I saw, sweet Licia, when the Spider ran, . il. 58
I saw the ohject of my pining thought, i. z45
I sec, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue, . . iL =88
I sec thehouse! Myheart! thyselfcontainl i. 53
Is it her nature, or is it ber will,. . . ii. =37
I slept, when (underneath a laurel shade, i. =33
Is hot Love here, as 'ris in other climesT . il. 94
i speak, fair Li¢in, what my torments be ;. ii. 52

I stood amazed, and saw my Lic|a sh[ne, . il.
ls Trust betraed Doth Kindneta gmw
unkind ? ....... iL193
I swear, fair Licia, still for to be thine ; . iL 43
It chanced, after that a youthful Squire, . L x7s
ltismostla'uethateyesareformed toserve, i.
Itis nos death which wretched men call dying, ii.
Itis tome comfort to the wrongèd man, . ii.
It maybe, Love my death doth nos pretend, il. 84
It pleasd my Mistres once to take the aire, i. z47
It shall h¢ said 1 died for Coelia I . . il. 15o
It was hot long ago, since, like a wanton, ii.
It was of love, angentle gentle boy l . . il. 276
I wage the combat with two mlghty focs» . ii. 14
I was a King of sweet Content at least ; . il.
I wish no rich refined Arahian gold I . i.
I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing, il. 40
I would in rich and golden coloured rain, . il. t8
I w'rote in Mirrha's bark, and as I wrote, . il. 9
I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my Love, iL 5 °
1 wrote upen theresides toeke thei pLinlng, i. tSO

Jovtt for Europa's love, took shape of Bull, i. =o7
Joy of my lire I full oft for Ioving you, iL =57
Joy of m roui I M hlindfold eyes' clea
light I ....... ii. 4o8
Judged hy my Goddess' doom to endless
pain ; ....... il.
Justly of thee, Love partial, 1 complain, . il. 37

L^cI<tUG my love, I go from place to place, il. =55
Lady l in beauty and in favour rare,. . ii. 8
Lady, the sun was in Aquarius, . . il. 368
Lady, thou seemest like Fortune unto me, ii. 374
Lady, what rime I seek in mournful note, il. 383
Lame Consonants, ofmember-vowels robbed I i.
Late tlred with woe, even ready for to pine, i.
Laura is fait and cruel hoth in one ; . . iL
Laya, soon sounding out his nature
throughly, ..... L 171
Leave, lady I in your glass ofcrystal cle*n, il.
Leave me, O Iove l which reachest but to
du.st I ...... i.
Let dalnty wits cry on the Sistes nine, . i.
Let hOt Disda[n, thy soul unsanctify, ii. 7o
Let hot one sparke of filthy lustful tire, . il. =58
Let others sing of Knights and Palladins,. il.
Letters and lines, we sec are soon defaced, ii. 187
Licia, my Love, was sitting in a grove ; . ii. 45
Like an adventurous seafaser am I, . . il.
Like as a huntsman al'ter weary chase, . i|. =5 °
Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wide, ii. =33
Like as the Culver, on the bared bough, . il. ee6o
Like as the dove, which, sealed up, doth fly: i.
Like as the lute, that joys or else dislikes, il. 133

44o

LZABETHAN ONNET

Like Memnon's rock, touched with the
rising mm, . ..... ii. 58
Like some weak lords--neighboured hy
mighty kings--- ..... i. aS
Like to a falcon watching for a flight, . il. 305
Like to the blacksome night, I maycompare, iL 36o
Like to the Mountains, are mine high desires ; i.
Like to the Shipman in iris bfittle boat, . il. 342
Lo bore, the impost of a faith unfeigning,, il. 135
Long did I wish, before I could attain, . il.
Long bath my suffcrance hboured to enforce, il.
Long bave I sued to fortune, death and love, L
Long haue I swome against the wished wane, L fS6
Long languishing in double malady, . . il.
Long lime I fought, and fiercely waged
warre ........ i. 39
Long while I sought to what I might com-
pare, ...... il.
Long-wished for Death I sent by my Mistress'
doom; ...... L 216
Look, as a hird, through sweemess of the
oeil, ....... il.
look, Delia I how we 'steem the half-blown
il.
roso ....
Look in my grlefsl and blame me not to
mourn, ...... i. 97
Love and my Love did range the forest wild, iL 36
Love baished beaven, in earth was held
in scorn ; ...... il.
Love, being hlind bath wrought me damage
sore; ....... il. 363
Love bore in Greece, of late fled from
native place : ...... i.
Love I hy sure proof I may call thee unldnd, i. 43
Love guides tbe roses of thy laps, . . il. 9
Love have I followed ail ton long, nought
gaining ; ....... il.
Love in a humour, played the prndigal, . iL
Love, I repent me that I thonght, . . iL
Love as a naine ton Iovely for the god I L
Lovely Maya I Hermes" mother, . . i. 286
Love, ope my heart I Hot tire thon forth
shah take, ...... iL 395
Love still a boy, and oft a wanton as, . i. 67
' Love this fait La&si' said Love once unto
me, ........ il.
Love w-as laid down, nll weary, fast asleep ; iL 39
Love whets the dullest wits, his plagues be
sch : ....... i. o 5
Love, with ber haix, my Love by force hath
tied ; ....... il. 37
Loving in trath, and fain in verse my love
to show, ....... i.
Lelled in a heavenly Charm of pleasing
Passions; il. I57

MAm¢ when she smiles with amiable cheer,
Marvel I do not, though thou dost not see, il. 35
Marvel nnt Loe I though I th¥ power
admire I ....... il.
Me call you fair, and you do credit il. . iL a56
Methinks. I sec some crooked Mimic jeer, iL 96
Methought, Calliope did from heaven
descend, ...... . . L s99
Might hot thls be for man's more certamty L
blanc eye hewrays the seCrets of my heart, iL a87
Mine eye with ail the de;dly sans as fraught, iL
Mirror of Beauty I Nature's fairest Child I iL 3o4
Mistress I Behold, in this trac speaking
glass, . ...... i. 16 9
'Mongst ail tbe OEeatureS in this spaCious
round, ....... il. 189
'Mongst the Parthians as a kind ofground, il. 395
More fair, but yet more cruel I thee deem, il. z6o
More thon most faix, full of the living tire, iL
Morpheus I the lively son of deadly Sloop, i.
Most glorious Lord of lire I that on this day, il.
Most happy letters I framed by skilful trade, il. 253
Most truc that I must fait Fidessa love, . ii. 296
Mournful Amyntaa, thon didst piae with
C.are, ....... il.
Much sorrow in itself my love doth move, iL
' Murder ! O murder I' I can cry no longer, iL 289
Muses, I oft invoked your holy aid, . i. 38
Muses I which sadly sit about my chair, . il. 2o 3
My cruel fortunes, clonded with a frown., iL 289
My Cynthia bath the waters of mine eyes, L 95
My I3elia hath the waters of mine eyeS . iL
Myfairl ifthouwiltregistermyLove, o il. an8
My rate I O not my fauh I hath medebarred, il. x6o
My fixed faith against ohlivion fights
My frail and earthlybark, hy reason's guide, il. 8
My Ood, my God, how much I Inve my
gnddess, ....... il. zo5
My griefhegan, faix Saint, wheu first I saw, iL 54
Myhart accnsed mine eies and was offended, i. x44
My hart impos'd this penance on mine eyes, i. i44
My heurt, mine Eye accuseth ofhis death, iL o 4
ly he,rt the Anvi] where my thoughts do
boat, . ..... iL sox
My heart was slain, and none but you ad
My hugry eyes, through greedy covetise il. 234
My l.dy's hair is thoEads of beaten gold il.
My lady's presence makes the Roses red , il. 83
My Laura wonders lhat, in visage pa]e . il. 389
My life's preserver I hope ofmy heart's bliss ! iL 3a 3
My Love, ala, is sick .' Fie envious sickness I
My Love, amzzed, did hlush heaelfto sec, il. 37
My love bound me with a kiss, . . . L o5
My Love, I cannot thy rare beauties place, iL 334
My love as like to ice, and [ to tire,

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

My love lay deeping whete birds rausic
nde, ....... il. 4z
My Loue more bright than Cinthias horned
head, ....... i.
My Love was raasked, and armèd with a fan; iL 46
M}, matchless mistress, whose delicious
eyes ....... ii.
My Mistress' arms, are these ; fait, clear,
and bright, ...... l.
My raistress' beauty raatched with the
Graces'» . i.
My rai.stress Iowërs, ;nd ith."l do hot
love,' ..... L xx 9
My mistres seelng ber faire counteffet, . i. 157
y mstress seems but brown, ay you to
me» ........ iL
My mistress writing, as ber hand did shake, iL
My mourning Mistres's garments, black
doth bear; ...... il. 385
My mouth doth water, and my brea.st doth
swell, . i.
My Muse raay well grudge at ray heavenly
joy» ........ i. 46.
My pain paints out ray love in doleful verse, iL 974
My mn absent, did mine eyes require», iL 86
My spotless love hovers, with purest wings, iL
My spotless love, that never yet wastainted, iL
My sweet Parthenophe I within thy face,. L
My tears are truc : though others be divine, iL
My waterie eies let rail no trickling teares, L
My words, I know, do well set forth my mind ; i. 33
My years draw on ray everlasting night, . i. zoo
N^TURK» I find, doth, once a year, hold
market, ....... il. I73
Iqature's prlde, Love's pearl, Virtue's per-
fection, ....... i. 928
/qear Wi]ton sweet I huge heaps of stones
are found, . ..... .
Needs raust I leave, and yet needs raust I
love I ...... -- iL 9 t
Ne'er frora a lofty pitch, bath made more
speed, ....... il.
Ne'er were the svery wings ofray Desire, iL 164
New year, forth looking out of Janus' gare, iL
Next when raysun by progress took hls hold, i. 88

Next when the boundless fury of ray *un,. L 187
No art nor force can unto pity raove, . iL 34ç
1o cholce of change can ever change ray
mind I ....... iL 987
No glory makes rae glorious or glad, . iL z 3
No more a man, as once I was, ara I, . iL 378
No more I my dear I no more these counsel
tryl ....... i. 43
Non convitia» nec latntiones, , . iL 2 5

lqone dates now look more on ray Laura's
face, ........ il. 47
None other faine, mine unambitious rause, iL z34
No, no, no, no, I cannot hate ray foc, . L x99
No I no I Zepheria I Faine is too ricb a prie, iL t66
No sooner do I carnett flx mine eyes, . iL 392
,No sooner had fair Pboebus triramed hls car, iL 328
No sooner Laura mine appears to ras ; . iL 407
No sooner leaves Hyperion, Theti" bed, . iL
No stars ber eyes to clear the wandering
night, ...... iL 6
Not at the first sight, Ior with a dribbled
shot, ....... i* 12
Not causeless were you christened, gentle
flowers, ....... iL
Nothing but ' No I' and ' I,' and « I' and
' No,' ....... iL t8 3
Now each creaturejoysthe other, -- . iL 136
Now in ray Zodiac's last extreraest sign, . L x99
Now Loue trinraphed hauing got the day» L z42
Now that of absence the raost irksome night, L 55
Nulli se dicit raulier raea nubere malle, . L !z6
Nympb of the garden I where ail bcauties
be: ........ L 59
Nympb.% wbich in beauty motal creatures
stain, L 9o2

O ASKtT presence I Stella is hot here I . i. 64
O Beauty I Siren I kept with Circe's rod I. iL 994
O be hot grieved that these ray papers
should, ....... iL
O dart and thundsr I whose fielce violence, L
Odearlifel whensballitbe, . . . L 84
0 Dear reraerabrance of ray Lady's eyes, i. 955
O dear vexation of ray troubled soul I . L
O Eyes I which do the spheres of beauty
raove ; ....... L 32
O fairest Fait, to thee 1 make ray plaint . iL 336
O fait I O sweet I when I do look on thee, L
O Fair sweet glove I Divine token, . . L 979
Of all the kings that ever here did reign ; . L 48
Of ail the women which ofyore bave been, iL
Of an Athenlan young man bave I read, . il. 90
O fate I O fauh I O curse I child of my bliss I L 57
Of constant love, I ara the wasted tire ; . iL 389
O Fieryrage I when wih thon be consuraedt L 219
Oft and in vain ray rehel thoughts bave
ventured» ...... L 92
Oft do I raarvel, whether Delia's eyes, . iL
Oft bave I raused, but now at length I find» L
Oft bave I rall'd against love many wales, i. t64
Oft bave mine eyes, the Agents of mine
Heart, ...... iL
Of this high grace, wlth hliss con]oined, . L
Ofthis world's Theatre in which we stay,, iL

442

ELIZABETHAN ,ONNETS

Oit, when my spirit doth spread ber bolder
wings, ....... il. 252
Oft with truc sighs, oft with uncallèd tears, i. 4x
0 grammar rules I 0 now your virtues show I i. 4
0 had she hot been fair, and thus unkind I ii.
O happy hour, and yet unhappy hour ! . ii.
O Happy Thamesl that didst my Stella
bare, ...... L
0 Heavenly Coelia, as fair as virtuous I il.
O how the pleasant airs oi r truc love be, i. 5o
O if my heavenly sighs must prove annoy, il.
O j oy I too high for my Iow style to show, i.
O kingly jealonsy I which canst adroit, .
O kiss, which dost those ruddy geins impart,
O let me sigh, weep, wail, and cry no more, iL 295
O let my hem't, my body, and my tongue, iL 283
O Love, leave off with sorrows to toi'ment
me, ........ iL
Once in a harbour was my mistress sleeping, i. s77
Once may I sec, when years maywreck my
wrong, ....... i.
On Cupid's bow, how are my heart-strings
bent I ....... i.
One day as I unwarily did gaze, . . il. 224
One day I sought with ber heart-thriUing
eyes, ....... iL
One day I w'rote her name ulon the strand, iL 254
One Iovely glanee, which from the eyes did
pa.ss, . ...... il.
One night, 1 did attend my sheep, . i. 28o
One ,un unto my life's day gives truc light, iL
0 never c.an I sec that sunny light I . i. 250
Only joy I now here you are, . . L 70
Onoldarenotl O! Imaynotspeakl ii. 292
On quicksedge wrought with Iovelyeglantine, il. 4x4
On the plains, Fairy trains were a treading
O plea.sing thoughts, apprentlces of love, . ït. 3 '
0 Powers Celestial I with what sophistry, i.
0 she must love my sorrows to assuage, . ii. 274
0 sugared talkl wlrewith my thoughts
do lire, ....... ii. 60
0 sweet, pitiless eye, beautiful orient, i. 3o8
0 tears I no tears but rain from beauty's
skies, - .... L 6g
O that | couid make ber, wlsom love best t L 3o6
O that I had no heart I as I bave none, i.
O that I were sly Protensl for to take, iL 393
O that, some tlme, thon saw mine endless
fits; ...... . . L 239
O Then Desire, Father of Jossance, il. x, 9
O then love I, and draw this weary hreath, il.
O Thou that tulest in Ramnis golden gare, i.
Our flood's Queen, Thames, for ships and
swans is crowned, . . il. r97

Out I traitor Absence I Darest thou court, ci
...... L ç$
0 what life isit that Louersjoy, . . i- z42
0 what wound, and what a deadlystroke iL M3
O whither» poor forsaken I wih thon go# . iL x3x
O why loved I ? Forlove, topurchas¢ batred I L xg3
O whyshould Envy, with sweet Love consort? L 225
O, why should nature niggardly restrain» . il. xg
O would my loue although too late lainent
mec, ........ L 5
0 you that hear this voice I i. 76

P^t:q'r in |ively colours draw Disdainl. ii. 4o9
Pale axe my look,, forsaken of my lire ; . il St
Pardoned of every wicked fact was he, . ii. 404
Pardonmineears! bothlandtheydopray, L 36
Parthenope I See what is sent ! . . L 278
Passalll Ah, nol Nojotwillbeomitted, i. zga
Penelope for ber Ulysses' sake . . . ii. 2a8
Persèver ever, and bave never donc !. . il. x
Phoebus had once a bird, his chier delight, ii. 4o7
Phoehus, rich father ofeternal light I . i. 234
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars
and Love ; ..... i. 7
Pity refusing my poor Love to feed, . . il. 87
Plain pathed Eperience (th" unlearned's
guide}, ....... ii. o
Pleading for pity to my Mistress' eyes ; . i. 226
Poets did feign that heavens a Venus had ; ii. $4

Poor worm, poor silly worm, alas» poor
beast I ....... ii. 278
PrideofourEngiishLadlesl nevermatched, i. 3z5
Prometheus for stealing living tire, . . iL oe
Prometheus, when first from heaven hlgh,, i. x x8
Proud in thy lovii how many havi 1 ¢ited, il. 63
Prov¢herl Ah»nol Ididitbuttoloveherl iL x42

Qugg:q Virtue's Court--whi¢h some
Stella's face--- ..... L x5
Qui sceptra savus duro imperio regit, i. 7

R^tst.c my hope on hills of high desire, . i. zoa
Rankle tbe wound did in my head apace ; ii. 369
Read in my face, a volume ofdespairs ! . ii. z28
Ready to seek out death in my disgrace, . il. 93
Reason I in faith thon art well served I that
still ......... i. a6
Receive sweet Lord I with thy thrice saoEed
hand, ....... L 3z4
Receive these wrlts, my sweet and dearest
Friend ! ...... ii. xçx
Reign in my thoughts ! fair hand I sweet
eye I rare voice ! ..... i. 9
Relent, my dear, yet unkind Coelia I. . il. x49
Resemhling none» and none so poor as I» . ii. 22

INDEX OF FIRST LINES 443

Resolved tolove, unworthy to obtain» o ii. 79
Restore thy treasure to the golden otc ! i. 94
Return agaln, my forces late dismayed, . ii. aa 3
Reveal, sweet Muse ! this secret I . . i. 304
Rich damask Roses in far cheeks do bide, il. 399
R[ch fools there be, whose hase and filthy
heart, ...... i.
Rich is the diamond, a gem of prlce ; . il. 39 °
Ring out your bells I let mourning shows
be spread .... i.
Rivexs unto the sea do tribute pay, . . ii. 397
Rocked in a cradle, like as infants be, . il. 367
Rose of that Garland I fairest and sweetest, i. 3x6
Rough storms bave calm, Iopt boughs do
grow again
Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart's
desire, . il. az 9
S^D, ail alone, hot long I musing sat, . il. 35
Say, Cupid, since thou wings so swift dost
bear; ..... il. 4J4
Say, gentlc friend, tcll me in cour,esy, . il. 393
Scarce twice seven rimes had Phcebus'
waggon wheel, . i. x87
Seated on marble was my Lady blithe, . il. 378
Ste ! how the stubborn damsel doth deprave, ii.
Seven are the Lights that wandcr in the
skies, ....... ii. 47
Shall I then silent be, or shall I speak, . il. a38
She cornes! and straight tbcrcwith ber
shinlng twins do more, . . i. 49
She smild to sec ber sonoe in such a rage, i. x4o
Shoot forth no more those darts from light-
ning eyes ! ...... il. 382
Si coelum patrla est puer beatum, . . il. a5
Since from the flowered sweets of every
hlessedness, ...... iL
Since from the full feed of thy favour's
Iease, ....... il. 74
Since I did leave the presence of my love, ii. a59
Since I have lacked the comfort ofthat light, ii. a6o
Since shunning pain, I eSe can never find, i. o 9
Since the first look that led me to this error, i. 96
Since ,here's no help, corne, let us lss and
part, ...... il.
Since thon hast changed thy gown and
thine attire ; ...... ii. 375
Since to obtain thee, nothing me will stead, ii.
Sing I slng Parthenophil ! sing ! pipe ! and
play I ....... i.
Sitting alone, Love hlds me go and write ! il. 200
' Sleep bahy mine, Desire I" Nurse Beauty
singeth ....... i.
Sleep Phcebus still, in glaucy Thetis' lap ! i.
So be my labours endless in their turns

5o did Parthenophe release mine Heart I . i. z73
Sort, Iovely, roselike lips, conjoined with
mine I i. 206
Some in their hearts their Mistress's Colour»
bear, ....... il. 339
Some loyers speak, when they their Muses
entertain, ...... i.
Some men there be, which like my method
well, ........ ii.
Some mlsbelievlng and profane in Love, . ii. 98
Some pralse the Iooks, and others praise
the Iocks, ....... il.
Some say that women loue for tobe praised, i.
Sometimes in verse I praised, sometimes in
verse I sigh't, ...... il_ xx3
So oft as homeward I frum her depart, . ii.
So oft as I her beauty do hehold, . . il. 244
Soon as the azure-coloured Gares of th"
East ........ il. 3o2
Soresickoflate, Natureherduewouldhave, iL a8
So soon as peeping Lucifer, Aurora's star, il.
So this continual fountaln of my Tears, i. x86
Soul's joy I bend not those morning stars
from me I ...... i. 35
So warble out your tragic notes of sorrow, i. x98
So, when in rhyme, t hey of their Ioves do tell, iL 200
Speak Echo ! tell with lilies» columbines,
afld rose.s, ...... l. a72
Stay speedy Time ! behold, before thou pass, il.
Stella is sick, and in that sick bed lies» i. 6
Stella oft secs the very face ofwoe, L 33
Stella, since thou so right a Princess art, i. 64
Stella ! the fulness of my thoughts of thee, i. 36
Stella [ the only planer ofmy light I . . i. 45
Stella ! think not that I hy verse seek lame ; i. 56
Stellal whence doth thisnewassaultarise? i. a 9
Stella I while now, by honour's cruel might, i. 56
Still in the trace of my tormented thought, ii. 123
Still let me line forlorue and die disdained, i. x46
Strange is this thing I Iy horse I cannot
make, . . . il. 4x9
Strike up, my Lute ! and case my heavy
. iavïnS ...... ï. x45
St ispastl Ah, Imustsinkanddrown, ii. 277
Such is the virtue of the sunny heat,. . il. 398
Such strange effects wrought by thought-
wounding Cupid ...... i. x93
Sweet Beauty's rose ! in whose fair purple
leaves, . ...... i. s95
Sweet hand ! he sweet but cruel bow thon
art I ....... . il. 88
Sweet, I protestt and seal it wlth an oath, il. 53
Sweet is the golden Cowslip brght and
fair, . ....... i. a93
Sweet is he Rose, but 8rows upon a brere,

444

E LI.ABETttAN SONNETS

Sweet kiss I thy sweets I fain would sweetlT
endit ......
Sweet Lady I might my humble Muse pre-
Sweet Laura. in the water look no more,
Sweet sang thy bird, In ebon cage sbut fast,
Sweet stalle the d:ughter of the Queen of
Sweet Soverelgn ! since su many minds re-
Sweet stroke I (su might I thrive as I mus,
praise, ......
Sweet swe]|ing ]ip! welI mayest thon swel]
in pride ; ......
Sveet thraldom by Love's sweet imlres-
sion wrought, . . . .
Swent wtrrior ! when halt ! £ave peste
with }'ou? .....
Swift Atalanta, (when she lus, the pnze,
Swift-footed Time! loot¢ hackl and bure
mark well, .

'AKtrG a truce WitF* teares sweete l|ea-
sure$ fou,
Taking my peu, witb words tu cat
Tests, vows and prayers gain the hardest
huants ; .......
Tell me, my dear, what mures thy ruthles$
Tell me of love, sweet Love, who i thy sire T
Tell me, when shall these weary woes bave
That crimson gown, with drop$ of blood
ywrought, ......
That day whereln mine eyes cannot ber sue,
That [vory hand, a fart most white doth
hold, .......
That learned Fa,ber, which su firmly proves,
Txt aime, fab Liciffi, when I saule a Mss,.
The banke whereon I leand my restless
head, .......
The beauty, that in ]trdlse doth grow., iL
The bird of Thrace, wlfich doth bewail hes
rpe, ....... iL
The Blzng Star foretells the hapless rail, il.
The blood of fa ,doois, Venus change, iL
"Che Chariot. with the steed is drawn aJong,
The commun ioye, the ceere of companie,
The Crow makes war with tbe CbtmeIeon»
The Cruel Tero used on golden hook, .
The Crysta] streams, wherein my Love did
The curiots wits, seeoEg du|l peuslveueus,
'he dewy roseate ]V[orn had with ber hair,

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L x49
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i. 187
364
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405

The Diai I love, which shows how my days
spend, ...... /-
The doubt wh]ch ye mhdeem, far love, is
vtiu, . ...... IL
The dttskycloud in sky, with shadow dark, iL
The famotts wsrriors of antique world, . ii.
The £re tu uee my wrongs, for xner
burneh, ....... L ao
'he rst created held joyous bower, . il. xc
The llamlng au, ch, a shadow of the |ight,. iL 404
Tbe fowler hideJ, as closely as ho may, . iL 87
The GentileJ used, in slgn of sacrifice, . iL 370
OEhe glorios image of the Makes's beau,y, iL a47
The g|orious portrait of that Angel's face» il.
The golden ,russes of a Lady fir ; . . ii- 4zo
The Grecians ttsed tu otfer up ,hoir halr, . il. 39 t
The hap|ess ,Axg¢s, happy in this sarne, .
The heavens burin, with thunder, for tu
break, ....... iL
The heavens bee|d te beauty of my
Queen ; ....... iL 36
The heave'e herald may Iot make com-
pare, ....... il. 3$
The heavens, ,hoir estlcss sphere du always
move ........ ii. 400
The Hound, by eating grass, doth find
relief: ....... iL 334
Tbe hunted Haro sometlme doth leave the
Hound, ....... L z63
The immortal Parcae, fatal sis,ets three, iL 400
The las, su sweet, su balmy, su deliclous I. iL 3r 7
The laurel leaf, which you this day du wear, iL 3 o
The ieafless branches of the lifeless houghs» i. o
The little Archer viewing well m¥ Love, . Ct. o 3
The Iove-hurt heart» which tyran, Cupid
wounds, ....... iL
The |ove whlch me su crue|ly tormenteth,, iL 37
The Macedonian Monarch once did deign, iL 379
The merry Cuckoo, messenger of Spring,. iL
Thon count it hot disgrace | ifany view me, L x83
Thon fit'st with Iocks dishevelled and bare i. 309
Thon from ber fled myhart in sorrow
wrapped, .......
Thon (frein ho: Vems, and hright Mecttry, L x9o
Thon bim controlling, that ho left undone, i. 75
The Nightingale--assoonas April brlngeth, L
Then on the sodaine fast away he fled, L z4
Then to parthenopbe, with all post baste,"
The only hlrd alone that Nature frames, . i. 9o
The panfu| sm]th, wlth force of fervevt
The Pantber, knowing that spotted
bide, ....... il. 43
The pet-ils which Leaner took in hand, . iL 333
The Phoenix fait which rich Arabia br«eds, iL 336

IDEX OF FXRST Lv.s

445

The pri»on I ara in is thy fair face ! . . iL 85
The private place which I did choose fo
waile, ....... i. x47
The proudest P|anet in hs highest sphere, L
The raglng sea, within his iimits lies ; . il. 340
There had my Zeuxis place and rime, to
draw, ...... i. r77
There shone a cornet, and it was full west, ii. 57
There's nothing grieve me, but that Age
shouJd baste, . ..... il.
The richest telle Rome did ever Vlew . il. 94
The roHing wheei that runneth often round, il. --25
The rumour runs that here in Isis swlms, . il. 7
The scourge of iife, and death's eatreme
disgrace, ...... L IX4
These amber iocks are those saine nets, my
Dear ! ....... i. 9
The sea nymphs iate did phy them on the
shore, ....... iL 63
These bitter gusts, which vex my troubled
These eyes (thy Beauty's Tenants i) pay due
tea_rs, .......
These tierce incessant w;ves that stream
long rot f;ce, ...... il.
These, mine heart eating Eyes tin never
These plaintive verse(s), the Posts of my
desire, . ...... ii.
These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine
mnnoy, ....... i. 9
These w;ves no way in ber in sink can £nd ; il. 34o
These weeping Trucs-rush shew ! living
languish ; ....... il.
The siily bird that ha.tes into the net, i.
The s|y Enchanter, when in work his wiil," L 9
The srmkes, ;mongst th¢mseives, so carcfuily, iL
"Che Snow-white Swan b¢tokens brightsome
The sovereign heauty which ! tin admire,, iL
The star ofmymishap imposed myp;ining, i.
The stately lion and the furious hear, . iL 344
The stongest pins, tha Queen Feroni;
h;th, ...... iL
"Che Sun, hls journey ending in the west, . iL
Che Sun in Pisees Venus did intend, i.
The Sun, my I.ady's beuty represents ! .
The sun*s¢oreh¢d s¢aman, when he sees the
seas, ........ ii.
The swift Meander, trning, winds o fast, iL 365
The tabler nf m henry fortunes here, . i. 94
The tender buds whom cold bath long
kept in, ...... L x58
The weary year his race now having run, . iL a47
The wisest schohr of the wlght most wise, i.

The wofld that cannot deem of worthy
things, ....... ik a58
They that in course of heavenly spheres are
skiiled ........ iL a46
Thine eyes, mine heaven I (which harbour
lovely test .... i
Thiae eye. the glass where I Iehold my
heart. ....... iL
Th/nking to close my ovexwatchèd eyes.
This careful head. with divers thoughts
distressed, ...... i. 226
This dayo sweet Mistress I you to me dld
write. ...... L
This holy sason, fit to fast and pray, iL aa 7
This night, while sleep begins with heavy
wlngs, ...... L 3o
Those hairs of angei's goid, thy nature's
treasure, . ....
Those Iooks I whose beams be joy, whose
motion is delight ; .... L 49
Those priests which fir*t the Vesta] Fire
began, ...... ii. t96
Those snary Iocks are those sa.me nets, my
De.ri ...... ii.
Those whose kind hars sweet pittie d[d
attaint, ...... i.
Tho taking in ber iap the God of loue, i.
Thou blind man's mark l thou fooi's seif-
chosen snarel ...... L x35
Thou bright beam-spreading Love's thrlce
happy Star I ...... L
Thou canst hot dis. whiist any geai abound, iL
Though be thou iinmed in these discoloured
lines, ....... iL
Though dusty wits date scirn astrology ;. L 24
Though I do part, my heart yet doth hot
part ; ....... iL 359
Though llke an exile frommineeyes divoEced, il. 164
Though theyaugmentors of my thraidom be : iL 337
Thought I with gond cause thou iikest so
weii the night i ..... i. $9
Though you be falr and beautifui withai ;. iL 338
Thou giorious Sun(from whence my lesser
iight, ....... iL 346
Thou ieaden brain, which censur'st what I
write, ....... iL
Thou 0ike the fair-faced goid-encovered
book, ....... il. 307
Thon, menT, laugh'st, and pleasantly dost
smils, ....... ii. 374
Thoxx Pain I the oni guest of Ioathed Co-
straint, ....... i. zz5
Thou poor Heart I sacrificed unto the fairest, il.
Thou pnrbllnd Boy i since thou hast been
so slack ........ il.