Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
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ODES PASTORALL.
SESTINE 2.
[In sweetest pride of youthfull may]
In
sweetest pride of youthfull may,
Where my poore flockes were wont to stay
About the valleys and high hilles
Which Flora with all her glorie filles,
Parthenophil the gentle swayne,
Perplexed with a pleasing payne,
Where my poore flockes were wont to stay
About the valleys and high hilles
Which Flora with all her glorie filles,
Parthenophil the gentle swayne,
Perplexed with a pleasing payne,
Dispairing how to slake his payne,
To woodes and floodes these wordes did say:
Parthenophe mine harts soueraine,
Why doest thou my delightes delay?
And with thy crosse vnkindnesse killes,
Mine hart bound martyr to thy willes?
To woodes and floodes these wordes did say:
Parthenophe mine harts soueraine,
Why doest thou my delightes delay?
And with thy crosse vnkindnesse killes,
Mine hart bound martyr to thy willes?
But women will haue their owne willes,
Alas why then should I complaine?
Since what she list her hart fulfilles,
I sigh, I weepe, I kneele, I pray,
When I should kisse she runnes away:
Sighes, knees, teares, prayers spent in vayne.
Alas why then should I complaine?
Since what she list her hart fulfilles,
I sigh, I weepe, I kneele, I pray,
When I should kisse she runnes away:
Sighes, knees, teares, prayers spent in vayne.
My verses do not please her vayne.
Mine hart weares with continuall thrilles,
His Epilogue about to play,
My sence vnsounde, my wittes in wayne,
I still expect an happie day,
Whilest haruest growes, my winter spilles,
Mine hart weares with continuall thrilles,
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My sence vnsounde, my wittes in wayne,
I still expect an happie day,
Whilest haruest growes, my winter spilles,
Parthenophe mine haruest spilles.
She robbes my store-house of his grayne:
Alas sweet wenche thy rage allay,
Behold what fountaine still distilles,
Whiles thine heates rage in me doth rayne:
Yet moysture will not his flame stay.
She robbes my store-house of his grayne:
Alas sweet wenche thy rage allay,
Behold what fountaine still distilles,
Whiles thine heates rage in me doth rayne:
Yet moysture will not his flame stay.
Parthenophe thy furie stay,
Take hence th' occasion of these Illes,
Thou art the cause, but come againe,
Returne, and Floraes pride distaine,
Her lillyes, rose, and daffadilles:
Thy cheekes, and forhead disaray
Take hence th' occasion of these Illes,
Thou art the cause, but come againe,
Returne, and Floraes pride distaine,
Her lillyes, rose, and daffadilles:
Thy cheekes, and forhead disaray
The rose and lillyes of their grayne.
What swannes can yeelde so many quilles,
As all glories can display.
What swannes can yeelde so many quilles,
As all glories can display.
ODE 1.
[When I walke forth into the woodes]
When I walke forth into the woodes
(With heauie passion to complaine)
I vewe the trees with blushing buddes
Asham'd, or greeued at my paine:
There Amaranthe, with rosie staine
(Me pittying) doth his leaues ingraine.
(With heauie passion to complaine)
I vewe the trees with blushing buddes
Asham'd, or greeued at my paine:
There Amaranthe, with rosie staine
(Me pittying) doth his leaues ingraine.
When I passe pensiue to the shore,
The water byrdes about me flye:
As if the mournde, when riuers roare,
Chyding thy wrathfull crueltie:
Halcion watcheth warily
To chyde thee, when thou commest-by.
The water byrdes about me flye:
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Chyding thy wrathfull crueltie:
Halcion watcheth warily
To chyde thee, when thou commest-by.
If to the Citie I repaier,
Mine eyes thy crueltie betray:
And (those which vew me) finde my cayer:
Swolne eyes, and sorrowes it betray,
Whose figures in my forhead are:
These curse the cause of mine il-fare.
Mine eyes thy crueltie betray:
And (those which vew me) finde my cayer:
Swolne eyes, and sorrowes it betray,
Whose figures in my forhead are:
These curse the cause of mine il-fare.
When I go forth to feede my flockes,
As I, so they hang downe their head:
If I complaine to ruthlesse rockes
(For that it seemes hard rockes her bred)
Rockes ruth in riuers may be redde,
Which from those rockes downe-trickled.
As I, so they hang downe their head:
If I complaine to ruthlesse rockes
(For that it seemes hard rockes her bred)
Rockes ruth in riuers may be redde,
Which from those rockes downe-trickled.
When shepheard's would know how I fare,
And aske how doth Parthenophil:
Il Eccho answer's in voyde ayer:
And with these newes each place doth fill.
Poore herdgroomes from each cottage will
Sing my complaintes, on euery hill.
And aske how doth Parthenophil:
Il Eccho answer's in voyde ayer:
And with these newes each place doth fill.
Poore herdgroomes from each cottage will
Sing my complaintes, on euery hill.
ODE 2.
[Speake Eccho tell]
Speake Eccho tell;
With Lillyes, Columbines, and Roses,
What their Parthenophe, composes? Eccho, poses
Oh sacred smell!
For those (which in her lappe she closes)
The goddes please well.
With Lillyes, Columbines, and Roses,
What their Parthenophe, composes? Eccho, poses
Oh sacred smell!
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The goddes please well.
Speake Eccho tell:
With Daffadilles what doth she plette,
Which in such order she doth sette
For loue to dwell:
As she should Floraes Chappell let? Eccho, Chapplet
This loue likes well.
With Daffadilles what doth she plette,
Which in such order she doth sette
For loue to dwell:
As she should Floraes Chappell let? Eccho, Chapplet
This loue likes well.
Speake Eccho tell:
Why Lillyes, and red Roses like her? Eccho, like her.
No pittie with remorse will strike her,
Did nature well?
Which did from fairest graces pike her
To be mine hell:
Why Lillyes, and red Roses like her? Eccho, like her.
No pittie with remorse will strike her,
Did nature well?
Which did from fairest graces pike her
To be mine hell:
Speake Eccho tell:
Why Columbynes she entertaines?
Because the prouerbe (watchet) faines
True loues like well?
And do these therfore like her vaines? Ecch her vaines
There Cupid's dwell.
Why Columbynes she entertaines?
Because the prouerbe (watchet) faines
True loues like well?
And do these therfore like her vaines? Ecch her vaines
There Cupid's dwell.
Speake Eccho tell:
Wherefore her Chaplets yellow were like,
When others here, were more her like? Eccho, hearelike:
Yet I know well,
Her hart is Tygre-like, or Beare-like:
To rockes it sell.
Wherefore her Chaplets yellow were like,
When others here, were more her like? Eccho, hearelike:
Yet I know well,
Her hart is Tygre-like, or Beare-like:
To rockes it sell.
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CANZON 2.
[Sing sing (Parthenophil) sing, pipe, and play]
Sing sing (Parthenophil) sing, pipe, and play:
This feast is kept vpon this plaine
Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard's euery where
For Astrophill's byrth-day: sweet Astrophil.
Arcadies honour, mightie Pan's cheefe pride:
Where be the Nymph's, the Nymphes all gathred bee
To sing sweet Astrophil's sweet prayse.
This feast is kept vpon this plaine
Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard's euery where
For Astrophill's byrth-day: sweet Astrophil.
Arcadies honour, mightie Pan's cheefe pride:
Where be the Nymph's, the Nymphes all gathred bee
To sing sweet Astrophil's sweet prayse.
Eccho, recorde what feastes be kept to day
Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard swaine,
VVhat keepe the whiles they do the muses cheare?
Eccho, cheare
He chear'de the muses with cœlestiall skill,
All shepheard's prayse dye'd with him when he dye'd:
He left no peere, then what deserued he
At whose pypes sounde the Lambe kinne bayes?
Eccho, bayes
Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard swaine,
VVhat keepe the whiles they do the muses cheare?
Eccho, cheare
He chear'de the muses with cœlestiall skill,
All shepheard's prayse dye'd with him when he dye'd:
He left no peere, then what deserued he
At whose pypes sounde the Lambe kinne bayes?
Eccho, bayes
The Bullockes leape, the fawnes daunce in aray:
Kiddes skippe, the Satyres friskynes fayne,
Here standes an hearde of swaines, faire Nymphes stand there:
Swaines daunce, whiles Nymphes with flowers their baskets fill.
VVhat was he to those Nymphes which garlands tyed?
Eccho, tyed
VVhat ty'de him? hath he to tell there bound t'ee?
Eccho, bountee
How? to report his martiall dayes?
Eccho, all dayes.
Kiddes skippe, the Satyres friskynes fayne,
Here standes an hearde of swaines, faire Nymphes stand there:
Swaines daunce, whiles Nymphes with flowers their baskets fill.
VVhat was he to those Nymphes which garlands tyed?
Eccho, tyed
VVhat ty'de him? hath he to tell there bound t'ee?
Eccho, bountee
How? to report his martiall dayes?
Eccho, all dayes.
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Thrise happie man that found this happie way
His prayse all shepheard's glorie stayne:
VVhat doth Parthenophe my purchase deare?
Eccho, chase deare
VVhat saith she to her Parthenophil?
Eccho, afill.
Shepheardes I fill sweet wines repurified,
And to his blessed soule this health heaue wee,
Singing sweete Odes, and rounde layes.
His prayse all shepheard's glorie stayne:
VVhat doth Parthenophe my purchase deare?
Eccho, chase deare
VVhat saith she to her Parthenophil?
Eccho, afill.
Shepheardes I fill sweet wines repurified,
And to his blessed soule this health heaue wee,
Singing sweete Odes, and rounde layes.
Let euery man drinke round beside this bay:
Where are the Nymphes and fayrie traine?
Stella, three garlandes in her hand doth beare,
And those for his sweet sake she proffer will
Vnto th' Elezian soules: And I haue spied
Parthenophe, with spoile returnes to mee
Of three great hartes sing virilayes.
Where are the Nymphes and fayrie traine?
Stella, three garlandes in her hand doth beare,
And those for his sweet sake she proffer will
Vnto th' Elezian soules: And I haue spied
Parthenophe, with spoile returnes to mee
Of three great hartes sing virilayes.
Those golden dartes flye neuer voyde of praye
And Stella sittes (as if some chaine
Of fancies bound her) by that mottley breere:
Where with sweet Eglantine, and Daffadil
She Clapplettes makes, with gold and scarlet dye'd.
Here Colin sittes beneath that oken tree
Eliza singing in his layes.
And Stella sittes (as if some chaine
Of fancies bound her) by that mottley breere:
Where with sweet Eglantine, and Daffadil
She Clapplettes makes, with gold and scarlet dye'd.
Here Colin sittes beneath that oken tree
Eliza singing in his layes.
Blest is Arcadiaes Queene, kneele swaines, and say
That she (which here cheefe Nymph doth rayne)
May blessed liue, to see th' extreamest yeare.
For sacrifice (then) Lambes and kiddlinges kill:
And be by them Eliza glorified,
The flower of loues, and pure virginitie:
This Delian Nymphe doth amaise.
That she (which here cheefe Nymph doth rayne)
May blessed liue, to see th' extreamest yeare.
For sacrifice (then) Lambes and kiddlinges kill:
And be by them Eliza glorified,
The flower of loues, and pure virginitie:
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The fairest deares which in the forestes stay,
Those harts (which proudest heard's distaine
And raunge the forestes as with compeere)
Submissiue yeelde them selues, that if she will
She them may wounde, or on their swift backes ride.
Lyons, and Beares, with bewtie tameth she:
Shepheard's, for her your voyces raise.
Those harts (which proudest heard's distaine
And raunge the forestes as with compeere)
Submissiue yeelde them selues, that if she will
She them may wounde, or on their swift backes ride.
Lyons, and Beares, with bewtie tameth she:
Shepheard's, for her your voyces raise.
Eccho this fauour if I purchase may
Do not herd-groomes there fayne?
Eccho, the're fayne.
What want they, speake, now they be blest, if eare.
Eccho, feare.
What be the confines? rebell's they be still.
Eccho, they be still.
What is she, that so many swaines doth their guide?
Eccho, there guide
Do not herd-groomes there fayne?
Eccho, the're fayne.
What want they, speake, now they be blest, if eare.
Eccho, feare.
What be the confines? rebell's they be still.
Eccho, they be still.
What is she, that so many swaines doth their guide?
Eccho, there guide
None but her selfe, hath that abilitie
To rule so many blessed wayes:
Her thoughtes sure grounded on diuinitie,
For this sweet Nymphe, each shepheard prayes.
To rule so many blessed wayes:
Her thoughtes sure grounded on diuinitie,
For this sweet Nymphe, each shepheard prayes.
ODE 3.
[Vpon an holy Saintes eue]
Vpon an holy Saintes eue
(As I tooke my pilgrimadge)
Wandring through the forrest warye
(Blest be that holy sainte)
I mette the louely Virgine Marye
And kneeled with long trauell fainte
Performing my dew homage,
My teares fore told mine hart did greeue
Yet Mary would not me releeue.
(As I tooke my pilgrimadge)
Wandring through the forrest warye
(Blest be that holy sainte)
I mette the louely Virgine Marye
And kneeled with long trauell fainte
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My teares fore told mine hart did greeue
Yet Mary would not me releeue.
Her I did promise euery yeare,
The firstling fœmale of my flocke
That in my loue she would me furder:
I curst the dayes of my first loue,
My comfortes spoiles, my pleasures murther:
She, she alas did me reproue,
My suites (as to a stonie rocke)
Were made, for she would not giue eare.
Ah loue, deare loue, loue bought to deare!
The firstling fœmale of my flocke
That in my loue she would me furder:
I curst the dayes of my first loue,
My comfortes spoiles, my pleasures murther:
She, she alas did me reproue,
My suites (as to a stonie rocke)
Were made, for she would not giue eare.
Ah loue, deare loue, loue bought to deare!
Mary, my sainte chast, and milde
Pittie, ah pittie my suite;
Thou art a virgine, pittie mee:
Shine eyes, though pittie wanting.
That she by them my greefe may see
And looke on mine hart panting:
But her deafe eares, and tonge mute
Shewes her hard hart vnreconcil'de,
Hard hart, from all remorse exil'de.
Pittie, ah pittie my suite;
Thou art a virgine, pittie mee:
Shine eyes, though pittie wanting.
That she by them my greefe may see
And looke on mine hart panting:
But her deafe eares, and tonge mute
Shewes her hard hart vnreconcil'de,
Hard hart, from all remorse exil'de.
ODE 4.
[Bacchus father of all sport]
Bacchus father of all sport,Worker of loues comfort:
Venus best beloued brother
(Like beloued is none other)
Greater father of felicitie,
Fill full with thy diuinitie,
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Thence fuming vp into my braines
Exceede Apollo through thy might,
And make me by thy motion light:
That with alacritie I may
Write pleasing Odes, and still display
Parthenophe, with such high praises
Whose bewtie shepheard's all amases:
And by those meanes her loues obtaine,
Then hauing fill'd vp euery vaine,
I shall be set in perfect state
The rightes of loue to celebrate
Then each yeare fat from my sheepe coate
Thy sacrifice a tydie goate:
And Iô Euohê shall bee
Loude chaunted euery where to thee.
ODE 5.
[Parthenophe see what is sent]
Parthenophe see what is sent:
By me (faire Nymphe) these saints salute thee,
Whose presentes in this basket heare
Faithfull Parthenophill doth beare,
Nor will I proue ingrate, nor mute bee.
If my power were,
Such giftes as these
(If they would please)
Here will ingely I would present.
By me (faire Nymphe) these saints salute thee,
Whose presentes in this basket heare
Faithfull Parthenophill doth beare,
Nor will I proue ingrate, nor mute bee.
If my power were,
Such giftes as these
(If they would please)
Here will ingely I would present.
And these those presents present bee:
First Iuno sent to thee these lillyes,
In whose steede chast affection moues
Venus hath sent two Turtle doues,
Narcissus giues the Daffadillyes:
For doues true loues:
For Daffadilles
My golden willes:
Which counteruailes, what here is sent thee.
First Iuno sent to thee these lillyes,
In whose steede chast affection moues
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Narcissus giues the Daffadillyes:
For doues true loues:
For Daffadilles
My golden willes:
Which counteruailes, what here is sent thee.
Flora doth greete thee with sweet Roses,
Thetis with rich pearle Oriente;
Leucothoe with franckincense:
For Roses, my loues chast pretence:
For pearles, those teares which I haue spent:
My sighes incense,
For sweet perfume:
Thus I presume
Poore shepheard, to presente these poasies.
Thetis with rich pearle Oriente;
Leucothoe with franckincense:
For Roses, my loues chast pretence:
For pearles, those teares which I haue spent:
My sighes incense,
For sweet perfume:
Thus I presume
Poore shepheard, to presente these poasies.
Though I be rude (as shepheards are)
Lillyes I know, do stand for whitnesse:
And Daffadilles thy golden heare:
And doues thy meekenesse figures beare:
Red Roses for a blushing brightnesse,
Thy teeth pearles were,
That incense shoed
Thy breathe that bloed
A sacrifice, for which goddes care.
Lillyes I know, do stand for whitnesse:
And Daffadilles thy golden heare:
And doues thy meekenesse figures beare:
Red Roses for a blushing brightnesse,
Thy teeth pearles were,
That incense shoed
Thy breathe that bloed
A sacrifice, for which goddes care.
Blest is that shepheard nine times nine
Which shall in bosome these flowers keepe,
Bound in one posie whose sweet smell
In paradise may make him dwell
And sleepe a tentimes happie sleepe:
I dare not mell,
Else with good will
Parthenophil
Would to thy lippes one kisse assigne.
Which shall in bosome these flowers keepe,
Bound in one posie whose sweet smell
In paradise may make him dwell
And sleepe a tentimes happie sleepe:
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Else with good will
Parthenophil
Would to thy lippes one kisse assigne.
ODE 6.
[Oh fayre sweet gloue]
Oh fayre sweet gloue
Deuine token
Of her sweet loue
Sweetely broken:
By wordes, sweet loues she durst not moue,
These giftes her loue to me do proue
Though neuer spoken.
Deuine token
Of her sweet loue
Sweetely broken:
By wordes, sweet loues she durst not moue,
These giftes her loue to me do proue
Though neuer spoken.
On her fayre hand
This gloue once was,
None in this land
Did euer passe
Her handes fayre white, come loues here stand,
Let graces (with yours) match her hand:
Hyde, hyde alas!
This gloue once was,
None in this land
Did euer passe
Her handes fayre white, come loues here stand,
Let graces (with yours) match her hand:
Hyde, hyde alas!
Graces would smile
If you should matche,
Herr's yours beguile,
Her's garlandes catche
From all the Nymphes, which blush the while
To see there white out-match't a myle
Which prayse did watche.
If you should matche,
Herr's yours beguile,
Her's garlandes catche
From all the Nymphes, which blush the while
To see there white out-match't a myle
Which prayse did watche.
This gloue I kisse,
And for thy sake
I will not misse
But ballades make,
And euery shepheard shall know this,
Parthenophil in such grace is
Muses awake:
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I will not misse
But ballades make,
And euery shepheard shall know this,
Parthenophil in such grace is
Muses awake:
For I will sing
Thy matchelesse prayses:
And my pypes bring
Which floodes amaises,
Wilde Satyres friskines shall out-fling,
The rockes shall this dayes glorie ring
Whiles Nymphes bring dazes.
Thy matchelesse prayses:
And my pypes bring
Which floodes amaises,
Wilde Satyres friskines shall out-fling,
The rockes shall this dayes glorie ring
Whiles Nymphes bring dazes.
Some woodbynes beare
Some damaske roses
The muses were
A bynding poases,
My goddesse gloue to herrye heere,
Great Pan, commes in with flowers feare.
And crownes composes.
Some damaske roses
The muses were
A bynding poases,
My goddesse gloue to herrye heere,
Great Pan, commes in with flowers feare.
And crownes composes.
I note this day,
Once euery yeare
An holy-day
For her kept deare:
An hundreth swaines on pypes shall play,
And for the gloue maske in aray
With iolly cheare.
Once euery yeare
An holy-day
For her kept deare:
An hundreth swaines on pypes shall play,
And for the gloue maske in aray
With iolly cheare.
A gloue of gold
I will bring in,
For which swaines bold
Shall strife begin:
And he (which loues can best vnfold,
And hath in songes his minde best told)
The gloue shall winne.
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For which swaines bold
Shall strife begin:
And he (which loues can best vnfold,
And hath in songes his minde best told)
The gloue shall winne.
Nymphes shall resorte,
And they (which flowers)
Shall decke a forte
For parramours:
Which for this gloue shall there contende,
Vnpartiall Nymphes shall Iudgement ende:
And in those bowers.
And they (which flowers)
Shall decke a forte
For parramours:
Which for this gloue shall there contende,
Vnpartiall Nymphes shall Iudgement ende:
And in those bowers.
Pronounce, who best
Deseru'd of all:
Then by the rest
A coronall
Of Roses, freshly shall be drest:
And he with that rich gloue possest,
As principall.
Deseru'd of all:
Then by the rest
A coronall
Of Roses, freshly shall be drest:
And he with that rich gloue possest,
As principall.
ODE 7.
[When I did thinke to write of warre]
When I did thinke to write of warre,
And martiall cheefden's of the field:
Diana did inforce to yeeld
My muse to prayse the Westerne starre:
But Pallas did my purpose barre:
My muse as too weake it to weeld.
And martiall cheefden's of the field:
Diana did inforce to yeeld
My muse to prayse the Westerne starre:
But Pallas did my purpose barre:
My muse as too weake it to weeld.
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Elizaes prayses were too hye,
Diuinest wittes haue done their best,
And yet the most haue proued least:
Such was her sacred maiestie,
Loues pride grace to virginitie:
Oh could my muse in her prayse rest!
Diuinest wittes haue done their best,
And yet the most haue proued least:
Such was her sacred maiestie,
Loues pride grace to virginitie:
Oh could my muse in her prayse rest!
Venus directed me to write
The prayse of peerlesse bewties wonder,
A theame more fit for voyce of thunder:
Parthenophe, from whose eyes bright,
Ten thousand graces dar'e my might,
And will'd me fiue degrees write vnder.
The prayse of peerlesse bewties wonder,
A theame more fit for voyce of thunder:
Parthenophe, from whose eyes bright,
Ten thousand graces dar'e my might,
And will'd me fiue degrees write vnder.
But yet her fancie wrought so much,
That my muse did her prayse aduenter,
Wherein of yore it durst not enter:
And now her bewtie giues that tuche,
Vnto my muse, in number suche:
Which makes me more, and more repent her.
That my muse did her prayse aduenter,
Wherein of yore it durst not enter:
And now her bewtie giues that tuche,
Vnto my muse, in number suche:
Which makes me more, and more repent her.
ODE 8.
[In a shadie groue of mirtle]
In a shadie groue of mirtle,
(Where byrdes musicall resorted)
With Floraes painted flowers fertle,
Which men with sight and sent comforted,
Whilst turtles equally disported,
Where each Nymphe loases,
Bunches of poases,
Which into Chapplettes sweet they sorted.
(Where byrdes musicall resorted)
With Floraes painted flowers fertle,
Which men with sight and sent comforted,
Whilst turtles equally disported,
Where each Nymphe loases,
Bunches of poases,
Which into Chapplettes sweet they sorted.
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There seated in that louely shade,
Which Laya bewtifull there sate
A gentle shepheard, which had made
Gainst euening twilight somewhat late,
An arbour built in Syluane state
Where in exchaunge,
Their eyes did raunge
Giuing each other the check-mate.
Which Laya bewtifull there sate
A gentle shepheard, which had made
Gainst euening twilight somewhat late,
An arbour built in Syluane state
Where in exchaunge,
Their eyes did raunge
Giuing each other the check-mate.
He said sweet comfort of my life
Come and embrace Parthenophil
Mette we sade she to fall at strife
I will be gone I that I will
I lou'd your long, why do so still
I can not chuse
If you refuse
But shall my selfe with sorrow kill.
Come and embrace Parthenophil
Mette we sade she to fall at strife
I will be gone I that I will
I lou'd your long, why do so still
I can not chuse
If you refuse
But shall my selfe with sorrow kill.
With that he sight and would haue kist
And vew'de her with a fearefull smile
She turn'd and said your ame mist
With sighes redoubled the meanewhile
The shepheard sate, but did compile
Greene knotted rushings,
Then roundlayes sings:
And pleasaunt doth twilight beguile.
And vew'de her with a fearefull smile
She turn'd and said your ame mist
With sighes redoubled the meanewhile
The shepheard sate, but did compile
Greene knotted rushings,
Then roundlayes sings:
And pleasaunt doth twilight beguile.
At length he somewhat nearer prest
And with a glaunce the Nymphe deceauing
He kist her, she said be at rest
Willing displeas'd in the receauing:
Thence from his purpose neuer leauing
He prest her further,
She would cry murther,
But somewhat was her breathe bereauing.
And with a glaunce the Nymphe deceauing
He kist her, she said be at rest
Willing displeas'd in the receauing:
Thence from his purpose neuer leauing
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She would cry murther,
But somewhat was her breathe bereauing.
At length he doth possesse her whoale,
Her lippes, and all he would desier:
And would haue breath'd in her his soale
(If that his soale he could enspyer)
Eft that chaunc'd which he did requier:
A liue soule possest
Her matrone brest,
Then waking I found sleepe a lyer.
Her lippes, and all he would desier:
And would haue breath'd in her his soale
(If that his soale he could enspyer)
Eft that chaunc'd which he did requier:
A liue soule possest
Her matrone brest,
Then waking I found sleepe a lyer.
ODE 9.
[Behold (out-walking in these valleyes)]
Behold (out-walking in these valleyes)
Where faire Parthenophe doth treade,
How ioysome Flora with her dallyes,
And at her steppes sweet flowers bredde:
Narcissus yellow,
And Amaranthus euer redde,
Which all her foote-steppes ouer spredde:
With Hyacynthe that findes no fellow.
Where faire Parthenophe doth treade,
How ioysome Flora with her dallyes,
And at her steppes sweet flowers bredde:
Narcissus yellow,
And Amaranthus euer redde,
Which all her foote-steppes ouer spredde:
With Hyacynthe that findes no fellow.
Behold, within that shadie thicke
Where my Parthenophe doth walke,
Her bewtie makes trees mouing quicke
Which of her grace in murmur talke:
The poplar trees shed teares,
The blossom'd Hauthorne white as chalke,
And Aspine trembling on his stalke:
The tree which sweet franckincense beares.
Where my Parthenophe doth walke,
Her bewtie makes trees mouing quicke
Which of her grace in murmur talke:
The poplar trees shed teares,
The blossom'd Hauthorne white as chalke,
And Aspine trembling on his stalke:
The tree which sweet franckincense beares.
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The barren Hebene coalie blacke,
Greene Iuy with his straunge embraces,
Daphne which scornes Ioues thunder-cracke,
Sweet Cypresse set in sundry places:
And singing Atis telles
Vnto the rest my mistresse graces,
From them the winde her glorie chases
Throughout the West: where it excelles.
Greene Iuy with his straunge embraces,
Daphne which scornes Ioues thunder-cracke,
Sweet Cypresse set in sundry places:
And singing Atis telles
Vnto the rest my mistresse graces,
From them the winde her glorie chases
Throughout the West: where it excelles.
ODE 10.
[Why doth heauen beare a Sunne]
Why doth heauen beare a Sunne
To giue the world an heate?
Why there haue starres a seate?
On earth (when all is donne)
Parthenophes bright Sunne
Doth giue a greater heate.
To giue the world an heate?
Why there haue starres a seate?
On earth (when all is donne)
Parthenophes bright Sunne
Doth giue a greater heate.
And in her heauen there bee
Such faire bright blazing starres,
Which still make open warres
With those in heauens degree:
These starres farre brighter bee
Then brightest of heauens starres.
Such faire bright blazing starres,
Which still make open warres
With those in heauens degree:
These starres farre brighter bee
Then brightest of heauens starres.
Why doth earth bring forth Roses,
Violettes, or Lillyes
Or bright Daffadylies:
In her cleare cheekes she cloases
Sweet Damaske Roses,
In her necke white Lillyes.
Violettes, or Lillyes
Or bright Daffadylies:
In her cleare cheekes she cloases
Sweet Damaske Roses,
In her necke white Lillyes.
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Violettes in her vaynes:
Why do men sacrifice
Incense to dieties?
Her breathe more fauour gaines,
And please the heauenly vaynes,
More then rich sacrifice.
Why do men sacrifice
Incense to dieties?
Her breathe more fauour gaines,
And please the heauenly vaynes,
More then rich sacrifice.
ODE 11.
[Louely Maya Hermes mother]
Louely Maya Hermes mother
Of faire Flora much befrended
(To whom this sweet month is commēded
This month more sweet then any other)
By thy sweet souerantie defended.
Of faire Flora much befrended
(To whom this sweet month is commēded
This month more sweet then any other)
By thy sweet souerantie defended.
Dazes, Couslippes, and Primroses
Fragrant Violettes, and sweet Mynthe
Match'te with purple Hyacynthe,
Of these each where Nymphes make trimme poses
Praysing their mother Bericynthe.
Fragrant Violettes, and sweet Mynthe
Match'te with purple Hyacynthe,
Of these each where Nymphes make trimme poses
Praysing their mother Bericynthe.
Behold an heard of Iollie swaines
Go flocking vp and downe the meade,
A troupe of louely Nymphes do treade:
And dearnely dauncing on yon plaines
Each doth in course her hornepype lead.
Go flocking vp and downe the meade,
A troupe of louely Nymphes do treade:
And dearnely dauncing on yon plaines
Each doth in course her hornepype lead.
Before the groomes playes Peers the pyper,
The bring in Hauthorne and sweet brere,
And damaske-roses they would beare
(But them they leaue till they be riper)
The rest, round morisses daunce there.
The bring in Hauthorne and sweet brere,
And damaske-roses they would beare
(But them they leaue till they be riper)
The rest, round morisses daunce there.
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With frisking gamboldes, and such glee,
Vnto the louely Nymphes they hast:
Who there in decent order plac'de
Expect who shall Queene Flora bee,
And with the may crowne cheefly grac'de.
Vnto the louely Nymphes they hast:
Who there in decent order plac'de
Expect who shall Queene Flora bee,
And with the may crowne cheefly grac'de.
The shepheardes poopen in their pype
One leades his wenche a country rounde:
Another sittes vpon the grounde
And doth his beard from driuell wipe,
Because he would be handsome found.
One leades his wenche a country rounde:
Another sittes vpon the grounde
And doth his beard from driuell wipe,
Because he would be handsome found.
To see the frisking, and scouping
To heare the herdgroomes wowing speeches,
Whiles one to daunce his gyrle beseeches,
The lead-heeld lazie luskines louping
Fling out in their new mottley breeches.
To heare the herdgroomes wowing speeches,
Whiles one to daunce his gyrle beseeches,
The lead-heeld lazie luskines louping
Fling out in their new mottley breeches.
This done, with iollye cheare, and game
The batchler swaines, and yong Nymphes mett
Where in an arbour they were sett
Thether (to chuse a Queene) they came
And soone concluded her fette.
The batchler swaines, and yong Nymphes mett
Where in an arbour they were sett
Thether (to chuse a Queene) they came
And soone concluded her fette.
There with a garland they did crowne
Parthenophe my sweet true-loue,
Whose bewtie all the Nymphes aboue
Did put the louely graces downe:
The swaines with shoutes rockes Ecchoes moue.
Parthenophe my sweet true-loue,
Whose bewtie all the Nymphes aboue
Did put the louely graces downe:
The swaines with shoutes rockes Ecchoes moue.
To see the roundes, and morisse daunces,
The leaden galliard's for her sake,
To heare those songes the shepheardes make:
One with his hobbie-horse still praunces,
Whiles some with flowers an high way make.
The leaden galliard's for her sake,
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One with his hobbie-horse still praunces,
Whiles some with flowers an high way make.
There in amantle of light greene,
Reseru'd by custome for that day
Parthenophe they did aray
And did create her sommers Queene,
And ruler of their merrie may.
Reseru'd by custome for that day
Parthenophe they did aray
And did create her sommers Queene,
And ruler of their merrie may.
SESTINE 3.
[You loathed fieldes, and forrestes]
You loathed fieldes, and forrestes,
Infected with my vayne sighes:
You stonie rockes, and deafe hilles:
With my complaintes to speake taught:
You sandie shores, with my teares,
Which learne to wash your drie face:
Infected with my vayne sighes:
You stonie rockes, and deafe hilles:
With my complaintes to speake taught:
You sandie shores, with my teares,
Which learne to wash your drie face:
Behold, and learne in my face,
The state of blasted forrestes.
If you would learne to shedde teares,
Or melt away with oft sighes,
You shall of me be this taught:
As I sit vnder these hilles:
The state of blasted forrestes.
If you would learne to shedde teares,
Or melt away with oft sighes,
You shall of me be this taught:
As I sit vnder these hilles:
Beating myne armes on these hilles,
Layd groueling on my leane face:
My sheepe of me to bleate taught,
And wander through the forrestes.
The soddeine windes learne my sighes,
Auroraes flowers my teares:
Layd groueling on my leane face:
My sheepe of me to bleate taught,
And wander through the forrestes.
The soddeine windes learne my sighes,
Auroraes flowers my teares:
But she that should see my teares,
Swift skuddeth by the high hilles,
And sees me spent with long sighes,
And vewes my blubhered leane face,
Yet leaues me to the forrestes:
Whose solitarie pathes taught
Swift skuddeth by the high hilles,
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And vewes my blubhered leane face,
Yet leaues me to the forrestes:
Whose solitarie pathes taught
My woes, all comfortes vntaught.
These sorrowes. sighes, and salt teares,
Fit solitarie forrestes:
These out cryes, meete for deafe hilles:
These teares, best-fitting this face:
This ayer, most meete for these sighes.
These sorrowes. sighes, and salt teares,
Fit solitarie forrestes:
These out cryes, meete for deafe hilles:
These teares, best-fitting this face:
This ayer, most meete for these sighes.
Consume consume with these sighes,
Such sorrowes, the to dye taught,
Which printed are in thy face:
Whose furroes made with much teares:
You stonie rockes, and high hilles,
You sandie shores, and forrestes,
Such sorrowes, the to dye taught,
Which printed are in thy face:
Whose furroes made with much teares:
You stonie rockes, and high hilles,
You sandie shores, and forrestes,
Report my seaes, of salt teares:
You whom I nothing els taught,
But gronings teares, and sad sighes.
You whom I nothing els taught,
But gronings teares, and sad sighes.
ODE 12.
[One night I did attend my sheepe]
One night I did attend my sheepe
(Which I with watchfull ward did keepe)
For feare of wolues assaulting
For many times the broake my sleepe,
And would into the cottage creepe,
Till I sent them out haulting.
(Which I with watchfull ward did keepe)
For feare of wolues assaulting
For many times the broake my sleepe,
And would into the cottage creepe,
Till I sent them out haulting.
At length me thought about midnight
(What time cleare Cynthia shined bright)
Beneath I heard a rumbling:
At first the noyse did me affright,
But nought appeared in my sight,
Yet still heard somewhat hat tumbling.
(What time cleare Cynthia shined bright)
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At first the noyse did me affright,
But nought appeared in my sight,
Yet still heard somewhat hat tumbling.
At length good hart I tooke to rise,
And then my selfe crost three times thrise,
Hence a sharpe shephooke raught:
I feard the wolfe had got a prise,
Yet how he might could not deuise:
I for his entrance sought.
And then my selfe crost three times thrise,
Hence a sharpe shephooke raught:
I feard the wolfe had got a prise,
Yet how he might could not deuise:
I for his entrance sought.
At length by moonelight could I espye
A little boy did naked lye
Frettish't, amongst the flocke:
I him aproched somewhat nye,
He gron'd as he were like to dye,
But falsely me did mocke.
A little boy did naked lye
Frettish't, amongst the flocke:
I him aproched somewhat nye,
He gron'd as he were like to dye,
But falsely me did mocke.
For pittie he crye'd wella-day,
God maister helpe me (if you may)
For I am almost starued:
I pittied him when he did pray,
And brought him to my couch of hay,
But gesse, as I was serued.
God maister helpe me (if you may)
For I am almost starued:
I pittied him when he did pray,
And brought him to my couch of hay,
But gesse, as I was serued.
He bare about him a long dart,
Well guilded with fine painters art,
And had a pyle of steele:
On it I looked euery part,
Said I, will this pyle wounde an hart:
Tuch it (quoth he) and feele.
Well guilded with fine painters art,
And had a pyle of steele:
On it I looked euery part,
Said I, will this pyle wounde an hart:
Tuch it (quoth he) and feele.
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With that I tuch't the iauelinges point,
Eft-soones it perced to the ioynt,
And rageth now so fierce:
That all the balmes which it anointe,
Cannot preuaile with it a pointe,
But it myne hart will perce.
Eft-soones it perced to the ioynt,
And rageth now so fierce:
That all the balmes which it anointe,
Cannot preuaile with it a pointe,
But it myne hart will perce.
ODE 13.
[On the plaines]
On the plaines
Fairie traynes
Were a treading measures:
Satyres plaide,
Fayries staide
At the stoppes set leasures.
Fairie traynes
Were a treading measures:
Satyres plaide,
Fayries staide
At the stoppes set leasures.
Nymphes beginne,
To come in
Quickly, thicke, and three fold:
Now the daunce,
Now the praunce,
Presente there (to behold)
To come in
Quickly, thicke, and three fold:
Now the daunce,
Now the praunce,
Presente there (to behold)
On her brest
That did best
A iewell rich was placed:
Flora chose,
Which of those
Best the measures graced.
That did best
A iewell rich was placed:
Flora chose,
Which of those
Best the measures graced.
When he had:
Measures lad
Parthenophe did get it:
Nymphes did chide
(When they trye'd)
Where the iudgement set it.
Measures lad
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Nymphes did chide
(When they trye'd)
Where the iudgement set it.
Thus the sayd,
This faire mayd
(Whom you gaue the iewell)
Takes no pleasure,
To keepe measure,
But it is too to cruell.
This faire mayd
(Whom you gaue the iewell)
Takes no pleasure,
To keepe measure,
But it is too to cruell.
ODE 14.
[Harke all you louely Nymphes forlorne]
Harke all you louely Nymphes forlorne,
With Venus chast Diana meetes,
And one another friendly greetes:
Did you not here her wynde an horne?
Then cease fayre Ladyes do not morne.
With Venus chast Diana meetes,
And one another friendly greetes:
Did you not here her wynde an horne?
Then cease fayre Ladyes do not morne.
Virgines (whom Venus made offend)
Resort into the wood at euen,
And euery one shall be forgiuen:
There shall all controuersies end,
Diana shall be Venus friende.
Resort into the wood at euen,
And euery one shall be forgiuen:
There shall all controuersies end,
Diana shall be Venus friende.
Harke (Nympes forlorne) what is decreede:
Spottelesse Diana (must not fayle)
But be adrest with Venus vayle,
Venus must weare Dianaes weede:
This vayle will shadow, when you neede,
Spottelesse Diana (must not fayle)
But be adrest with Venus vayle,
Venus must weare Dianaes weede:
This vayle will shadow, when you neede,
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If any thinke a virgine light
Dian'e in Venus vayle excuseth,
And her Nymphe Phoebes habite vseth:
These queinte attyres befit you right,
For each a diuerse garment chuseth.
Dian'e in Venus vayle excuseth,
And her Nymphe Phoebes habite vseth:
These queinte attyres befit you right,
For each a diuerse garment chuseth.
ODE 15.
[Vulcane in Lemnos Ile]
Vulcane in Lemnos Ile,
Did golden shaftes compyle
For Cupids bowe:
Then Venus did with honnie sweet
(To make it please, anointe the pyle:
Cupid belowe
Dipp'd it in gall, and made it meete
Poore wounded creatures to beguile.
Did golden shaftes compyle
For Cupids bowe:
Then Venus did with honnie sweet
(To make it please, anointe the pyle:
Cupid belowe
Dipp'd it in gall, and made it meete
Poore wounded creatures to beguile.
When Mars return'd from warre,
Shaking his speare a farre
Cupid beheld:
At him in iest Mars shak'd his speare,
Which Cupid with his darte did barre
Which millions quelled:
Then Mars desierd his darte to beare,
But soone the waight his force did marre.
Shaking his speare a farre
Cupid beheld:
At him in iest Mars shak'd his speare,
Which Cupid with his darte did barre
Which millions quelled:
Then Mars desierd his darte to beare,
But soone the waight his force did marre.
Then Mars subdue'd, desier'd
(Since he was with it tyer'd)
Cupid to take it:
Nay, you shall keepe it Cupid said,
For first to feele it you requir'de:
Wound I will make it
As deepe as yours: you me did feare:
And for that, you shall be fier'd.
(Since he was with it tyer'd)
Cupid to take it:
Nay, you shall keepe it Cupid said,
For first to feele it you requir'de:
Wound I will make it
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And for that, you shall be fier'd.
CANZON 3.
[Sweet is the golden couslippe, bright, and faire]
Sweet is the golden couslippe, bright, and faire:
Tentimes more sweet, more golden, fayre, and bright,
Thy tresses (in rich tramell'de knottes) resembling.
Venus swannes backe, is louely, smooth, and white:
More louely, smooth, and white his fethers are,
The siluer lustre of thy browes dissembling.
Bright are the sunne-beames, on the water trembling:
Much brighter, shinning like loues holy fier
On the well-watred dyamondes of those eyes,
Whose heates reflection loues affection tryes.
Sweet is the sensor, whose fume doth aspyer
Appeasing loue, when for reuenge he flyes:
More sweet the censor, like thy seemely nose,
Whose bewtie (then inuentions wonder h'yer)
Nyne times nine muses neuer could disclose.
Tentimes more sweet, more golden, fayre, and bright,
Thy tresses (in rich tramell'de knottes) resembling.
Venus swannes backe, is louely, smooth, and white:
More louely, smooth, and white his fethers are,
The siluer lustre of thy browes dissembling.
Bright are the sunne-beames, on the water trembling:
Much brighter, shinning like loues holy fier
On the well-watred dyamondes of those eyes,
Whose heates reflection loues affection tryes.
Sweet is the sensor, whose fume doth aspyer
Appeasing loue, when for reuenge he flyes:
More sweet the censor, like thy seemely nose,
Whose bewtie (then inuentions wonder h'yer)
Nyne times nine muses neuer could disclose.
Sweet Eglantyne, I can not but commende
Thy modest rosie blush, pure white, and redde:
Yet I thy white, and redde prayse more, and more,
In my sweet Ladyes cheekes since they be shedde.
When grapes to full maturitie doe tende,
So round, so redde, so sweet, all ioye before,
Continually I long for them therefore;
To sucke there sweet, and with my lippes to tuch:
Not so much for the muses Nectar sake,
But that they from thy lippes there purpure take.
Sweet (pardon) though I thee compaire to such.
Proude nature, which so white loues doues did make.
And fram'd their louely heades, so white, and round:
How white and rounde? it doth exceede so much,
That nature nothing like thy chynne hath founde.
Thy modest rosie blush, pure white, and redde:
Yet I thy white, and redde prayse more, and more,
In my sweet Ladyes cheekes since they be shedde.
When grapes to full maturitie doe tende,
So round, so redde, so sweet, all ioye before,
Continually I long for them therefore;
To sucke there sweet, and with my lippes to tuch:
Not so much for the muses Nectar sake,
But that they from thy lippes there purpure take.
Sweet (pardon) though I thee compaire to such.
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And fram'd their louely heades, so white, and round:
How white and rounde? it doth exceede so much,
That nature nothing like thy chynne hath founde.
Faire Perles which garnish my sweet Ladies necke,
Faire Orient perles oh how much I admire you!
Not for your Orient glosse, or vertues rarenesse,
But that you tuch her necke I much desier your,
Whose whitenesse so much doth your lustre cheeke
As whitest Lillyes the primerose in fairenesse:
A necke most gorgious, euen in natures barenesse.
Deuine rose buddes, which (when spring doth surrender
His crowne to summer) he last trophie reareth,
By which he (from all seasons) the palme beareth,
Faire purple crisped fouldes sweet-dew'de, and tender,
Whose sweetnesse neuer weares, though moysture weareth,
Sweet ripe-redde strawberryes, whose heauenly sappe
I would desier to sucke: but loues ingender
A Nectar more deuine, in thy sweet pappe.
Faire Orient perles oh how much I admire you!
Not for your Orient glosse, or vertues rarenesse,
But that you tuch her necke I much desier your,
Whose whitenesse so much doth your lustre cheeke
As whitest Lillyes the primerose in fairenesse:
A necke most gorgious, euen in natures barenesse.
Deuine rose buddes, which (when spring doth surrender
His crowne to summer) he last trophie reareth,
By which he (from all seasons) the palme beareth,
Faire purple crisped fouldes sweet-dew'de, and tender,
Whose sweetnesse neuer weares, though moysture weareth,
Sweet ripe-redde strawberryes, whose heauenly sappe
I would desier to sucke: but loues ingender
A Nectar more deuine, in thy sweet pappe.
Oh louely tender pappes! but who shall presse them?
Whose heauenly Nectar, and Ambroseall iuyce
Proceede from Viollettes sweet, and Asier-like,
And from the matchlesse purple Flower-deluce:
Round-rising hilles, white hilles (sweet Venus blesse them)
Natures rich trophyes, not those hilles vnlike
Which that great Monarche Charles (whose power did strike
From thartique to th' antartique) dignified
With proude Plus vltra, which Cerographye
In vnknowne Caracters of victorye
Nature hath set: by which she signified
Her Conquestes miracle rear'de vp on hye.
Soft Iuorie balles, with which whom she lettes play
Aboue all mortall men is magnified,
And wagers boue all price shall beare away.
Whose heauenly Nectar, and Ambroseall iuyce
Proceede from Viollettes sweet, and Asier-like,
And from the matchlesse purple Flower-deluce:
Round-rising hilles, white hilles (sweet Venus blesse them)
Natures rich trophyes, not those hilles vnlike
Which that great Monarche Charles (whose power did strike
From thartique to th' antartique) dignified
With proude Plus vltra, which Cerographye
In vnknowne Caracters of victorye
Nature hath set: by which she signified
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Soft Iuorie balles, with which whom she lettes play
Aboue all mortall men is magnified,
And wagers boue all price shall beare away.
Oh loues, soft hilles how much I wonder you?
Betweene whose louely valleyes, smooth, and straite
That glassie moisture lyes, that slipperie dewe,
Whose courage tuch'te, could dead men animate:
Old Nestor (if betweene, or vnder you
He should but tuch) his young yeares might renew,
And with all youthfull ioyes him selfe in dewe.
Oh smooth white satten, match-lesse, soft, and bright?
More smooth then oyle, more white then lillye is,
As hard to matche as loues mountes hillye is,
As soft as downe, cleare as on glasse sunne-light,
To prayse your white my toung too much sillye is:
How much at your smooth soft my sence amazed is,
Which charmes the feeling and inchauntes the sight?
But yet her bright, smooth, white, soft skinne more praysed is.
Betweene whose louely valleyes, smooth, and straite
That glassie moisture lyes, that slipperie dewe,
Whose courage tuch'te, could dead men animate:
Old Nestor (if betweene, or vnder you
He should but tuch) his young yeares might renew,
And with all youthfull ioyes him selfe in dewe.
Oh smooth white satten, match-lesse, soft, and bright?
More smooth then oyle, more white then lillye is,
As hard to matche as loues mountes hillye is,
As soft as downe, cleare as on glasse sunne-light,
To prayse your white my toung too much sillye is:
How much at your smooth soft my sence amazed is,
Which charmes the feeling and inchauntes the sight?
But yet her bright, smooth, white, soft skinne more praysed is.
How oft haue I, the siluer swanne commended
For that eauen chesse of fethers in her wing,
So white, and in such decent order placed,
When she the dolye Dirge of death did sing,
With her yong mournefull Cygnettes trayne attended?
Yet, not because the milke-white winges her graced,
But, when I thinke on my sweet Ladyes wast,
Whose Iuorie sides, a snowye shadow giues
Of her well ordred ribbes, which rise in falling,
How oft the swanne I pittied her death calling?
With dreerie notes? not that she so short liues,
And mongst the muses singes, for her installing,
But that so cleare a white should be distayned
With one, that for loues sugred torment liues.
And makes that white a plague to louers payned.
For that eauen chesse of fethers in her wing,
So white, and in such decent order placed,
When she the dolye Dirge of death did sing,
With her yong mournefull Cygnettes trayne attended?
Yet, not because the milke-white winges her graced,
But, when I thinke on my sweet Ladyes wast,
Whose Iuorie sides, a snowye shadow giues
Of her well ordred ribbes, which rise in falling,
How oft the swanne I pittied her death calling?
With dreerie notes? not that she so short liues,
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But that so cleare a white should be distayned
With one, that for loues sugred torment liues.
And makes that white a plague to louers payned.
Oh how oft, how oft, did I chide and curse
The brethren windes in their power disagreeing?
East for vnholesome vapour, South for rayne,
North for (by snowes and whirlewindes) bitter being:
I lou'd the West, because it was the nurse
To Floraes gardens, and to Cœres graine.
Yet tentimes more these I did curse againe,
Because they were inconstant, and vnstable,
In drought, in moysture, frostie cold, and heate,
Here with a sunnie smile, their stormie threate:
Much like my Ladies fancies variable.
How oft with feete did I the marble beate,
Harming my feete, yet neuer hurt the stone,
Because like her it was impenitrable,
And her hartes nature with it was all one?
The brethren windes in their power disagreeing?
East for vnholesome vapour, South for rayne,
North for (by snowes and whirlewindes) bitter being:
I lou'd the West, because it was the nurse
To Floraes gardens, and to Cœres graine.
Yet tentimes more these I did curse againe,
Because they were inconstant, and vnstable,
In drought, in moysture, frostie cold, and heate,
Here with a sunnie smile, their stormie threate:
Much like my Ladies fancies variable.
How oft with feete did I the marble beate,
Harming my feete, yet neuer hurt the stone,
Because like her it was impenitrable,
And her hartes nature with it was all one?
Oh that my ceaselesse sighes, and teares were able
To counter-charme her hart, to stone conuerted?
I might worke miracles to change againe
The hard to soft, that it might row my paine:
But of her selfe she is so straitely shirted
(Falsely reputing true loue houers staine)
That I shall neuer moue, and neuer lye,
So many wayes her minde I haue experted:
Yet shall I liue, through vertue of her eye.
To counter-charme her hart, to stone conuerted?
I might worke miracles to change againe
The hard to soft, that it might row my paine:
But of her selfe she is so straitely shirted
(Falsely reputing true loue houers staine)
That I shall neuer moue, and neuer lye,
So many wayes her minde I haue experted:
Yet shall I liue, through vertue of her eye.
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ODE 16.
[Before bright Titan rais'de his teame]
Before bright Titan rais'de his teame,Or louely morne with rosie cheeke
VVith scarlette did'e the Easterne streame,
On Phoebes day first of the weeke
Early my goddesse did arise
VVith breathe to blesse the morning ayer:
Oh heauens which made deuine mine eyes
Glauncing on such a Nymphe so faire.
VVhose heare (downe-spredde in curled tresses)
Phoebus his glitter and beames withstood,
Much like him when through Cypresses
He daunceth on the siluer flood:
Or like the golden purled downe
Brooched vpon the palm-flowrd wyllowes,
VVhich downeward scattred from her crowne
Loosely disheuel'd on loues pillowes,
Couering her swan-like backe below
Like Iuorie match'te with purest gold,
Like Phoebe when on whitest snow
Her guilded shadow taketh hold.
Her forhead was like to the rose
Before Adonis prick'te his feete:
Or like the path to heauen which goes
VVhere all the louely graces meete.
Cupids rich chariotte stood vnder,
Moyst perle about the wheeles was set,
Gray Achate spokes not much a funder:
The Axeltree of purest iett.
Her seemely nose the rest which grac'de,
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T'imperiall thrones where loue was plac'de,
VVhen of the world he would be fear'de,
VVhere Cupid, with sweet Venus sate:
Her cheekes with rose, and lillyes deck'te,
Nature vpon the coache did wate,
And all in order did direct.
Her cheekes to Damas eroses sweet
In sent, and colour, weare so like:
That honnie-bees in swarmes would meete
To sucke, and sometimes she would strike
VVith daintie plume the bees to feare,
And being beaten they would sting:
They founde such heauenly honny theare,
Cupid (which there sate triumphing)
VVhen he perceiu'd the bee did sting her,
VVould swell for greefe, and curse that bee
More then the bee that sting'd his finger:
Yet still about her they would flee.
Then loue to Venus would complaine
Of nature, which his chariot drest:
Nature would it excuse againe
Saying she then shew'd her skill best.
VVhen she dronke wine vpon her face
Bacchus would daunce, and spring to kisse,
And shadow with a blushing grace
Her cheekes, where louers build there blisse:
VVho when she dranke would blush for shame,
That wanton Bacchus she should vse,
VVho Venus brother might defame
Her, that should such acquaintance chuse.
What glosse the scarlet curtaines cast
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Such like, but such as much surpast
All glosse, her cheekes did bowtisie.
Her roseate lippes, soft louely swelling,
And full of pleasure as a Cherry:
Her breath of deuine spices smelling,
Which with toung broaken, would make merry
Th' infernall soules, and with her voyce
Set heauen wide open, hell gates shut,
Moue melancholye to reioyce,
And thrall'de in Paradice might put.
Her voyce not humaine when she speaketh,
I thinke some Angell or goddesse
(Into cœlestiall tunes which breaketh)
Speakes like her, with such chearefulnesse.
All byrdes, and instrumentes may take
There notes deuine, and excellent,
Mellodious harmonie to make
From her sweet voyces least accent.
This we loues sanctuarie call:
Whence sacred sentences proceede
Rould vp in soundes Angelicall,
Whose place sweet nature hath decreede
Iust vnder Cupids' trophye fixt:
Where musique hath his excellence,
And such sweetes, with loues spirite mixt,
As please farre more then frankincense,
Thence issew forth loues Oracles
Of happinesse, and lucklesse teene,
So straunge be loues rare miracles
In her, as like haue neuer beene.
Her necke that curious axeltree,
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The gloabe of my Cosmographie,
Where, to my Planettes I resort
To take Iudiciall signes of skill,
When tempestes to myne hart will turne,
When shoures shall my fountaines fill,
And extreame droughtes mine hart shall burne:
There in that gloabe, shall I perceiue,
When I shall finde cleare element,
There, gloomie mistes shall I conceiue
Which shall offende the firmament,
On this my studies still be bent,
VVhere euen as riuers from the seaes
In braunches through the land be sent,
And into crooked sinewes prease
Throughout the gloabe such-wise the vaynes
Cleare Christalline throughout her necke,
Like sinuous, in their crooked traines
VVildely the swelling waues did checke.
Thence rise her humble seemely shoulders,
Like two smooth pullish't Iuory toppes,
Of loues cheefe frame, the chief vphoulders
VVhiter then that was of Pelops.
Thēce Cupids fiue-graind-mace out braūcheth,
VVhich fiue-fold, the fiue sences woundeth,
VVhose sight, the minde of lookers launcheth,
VVhose force, all other force astoundeth.
Thence to that bed, where loues proude Queene
In silent maiestie sweet sleepeth:
VVhere her soft louely pillowes beene,
VVhere Cupid through loues conduictes creepeth.
Pillowes, of Venus turtles downe
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Pillowes, the more where loue lyes downe,
More couetes to lye downe, and ofter:
Pillowes on which two sweet rose buddes,
Dew'de with Ambrosiall nectar lye,
VVhere loues milke-way, by springs, & floodes
Through violet pathes, smooth slideth by.
But now with feares, and teares proceede
Loues place of torture to declare,
VVhich such calamitie doth breede
To those, which there imprisoned are.
VVhich once in cheanes are neuer free,
Which still for want of succour pyne,
Dry sighes, salte-watrie teares which bee
For daintie cates, and pleasant wine:
Immur'de with pure white Iuorye,
Fetters of Adamant to draw
Euen steele it selfe (if ir be nye)
A bondage without right, or law:
With poore Actæon ouerthrowne
But for a looke: and with an eye
(In his cleare armes) loues sergeant knowne
Arrestes each louer that goes by.
This is her hart, loues prison call'de,
Whose conquest is impregnable,
Whence who so chaunce to be in thrall'de,
To come forth after are vnable.
Further to passe then I haue seene,
Or more to shew then may be told,
Were too much impudence I weene:
Here therefore take myne anchor hold,
And with the Romaine Poet deeme
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Which here describ'de might euill beseeme,
And for a modest muse vnmeete.
Such blessed morninges seldome bee,
Such sightes, too rare when men goe by:
Would I but once, the like might see,
That I might dye, before I dye.
SESTINE 4.
[Eccho, what shall I do to my Nymphe, when I goe to behold her?]
Eccho, what shall I do to my Nymphe, when I goe to behold her?
Eccho, hold her.
So dare I not, least she should thinke that I make her a pray then?
Eccho, pray then.
Yea, but at me she will take scorne, proceeded of honor?
Eccho, on her.
Me beare will she (with her to deale so saucilie) neuer?
Eccho, euer.
Yea but I greatly feare, she will haue pure thoughtes to refuse such?
Eccho, fewe such.
Then will I venture againe more bold, if you warne me to do so?
Eccho, do so.
Eccho, hold her.
So dare I not, least she should thinke that I make her a pray then?
Eccho, pray then.
Yea, but at me she will take scorne, proceeded of honor?
Eccho, on her.
Me beare will she (with her to deale so saucilie) neuer?
Eccho, euer.
Yea but I greatly feare, she will haue pure thoughtes to refuse such?
Eccho, fewe such.
Then will I venture againe more bold, if you warne me to do so?
Eccho, do so.
I must write with teares, and sighes, before that I do so?
Eccho, do so.
But what if my teares, and sighes be to weake to remoue her?
Eccho, moue her.
So shall yee moue huge Alpes with teares, and sighes, if you may such.
Eccho, you may such.
If any that shall affirme for a truth, I shall hold that they lye then?
Eccho, lye then.
If I studie to death (in kinde) shall I lye neuer?
Eccho, euer.
Oh what is it to lye, is't not dishonor?
Eccho, tis honor.
Eccho, do so.
But what if my teares, and sighes be to weake to remoue her?
Eccho, moue her.
So shall yee moue huge Alpes with teares, and sighes, if you may such.
Eccho, you may such.
If any that shall affirme for a truth, I shall hold that they lye then?
Eccho, lye then.
If I studie to death (in kinde) shall I lye neuer?
Eccho, euer.
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Eccho, tis honor.
Then to flatter a while her, is't not dishonor?
Eccho, honor.
Then will I wrest out sighes, and wring forth teares when I do so?
Eccho, do so.
Least she finde my craft, with her I may toye neuer?
Eccho, euer.
Then if you iest in kinde with her you winne her?
Eccho, you winne her.
Then (what time she laughes from her hart) shall I smile then?
Eccho, ey smile then.
They that like my toyes, is it harme if I kisse such?
Eccho, ey kisse such.
Eccho, honor.
Then will I wrest out sighes, and wring forth teares when I do so?
Eccho, do so.
Least she finde my craft, with her I may toye neuer?
Eccho, euer.
Then if you iest in kinde with her you winne her?
Eccho, you winne her.
Then (what time she laughes from her hart) shall I smile then?
Eccho, ey smile then.
They that like my toyes, is it harme if I kisse such?
Eccho, ey kisse such.
Yea but most Ladyes haue disdainefull mindes, to refuse such?
Eccho, fewe such.
In what space shall I know, whether her loue resteth in honour?
Eccho, in one hower.
Oh for such a sweet hower my life of howers will I pray then?
Eccho, ayo then!
Then if I finde as I would, more bold to vrge her I may be so?
Eccho, be so.
But if she do refuse, then woe to th' atempter?
Eccho, attempt her.
She will proudly refuse, and speakes in iest neuer?
Eccho, euer.
Eccho, fewe such.
In what space shall I know, whether her loue resteth in honour?
Eccho, in one hower.
Oh for such a sweet hower my life of howers will I pray then?
Eccho, ayo then!
Then if I finde as I would, more bold to vrge her I may be so?
Eccho, be so.
But if she do refuse, then woe to th' atempter?
Eccho, attempt her.
She will proudly refuse, and speakes in iest neuer?
Eccho, euer.
So though still she refuse, she speakes in iest euer?
Eccho, euer.
Then such (as these) bee the true best signes to seeke out such?
Eccho, seeke out such.
Such will I seeke but what shall I do when I first shall attempt her?
Eccho, tempt her.
How shall I tempt her eare she stand on termes of her honor?
Eccho, on her.
Oh might I come to that! I thinke it is euen so
Eccho, tis euen so.
Strongly to tempt, and moue (at first) is surely the best then?
Eccho, the best then.
Eccho, euer.
Then such (as these) bee the true best signes to seeke out such?
Eccho, seeke out such.
Such will I seeke but what shall I do when I first shall attempt her?
Eccho, tempt her.
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Eccho, on her.
Oh might I come to that! I thinke it is euen so
Eccho, tis euen so.
Strongly to tempt, and moue (at first) is surely the best then?
Eccho, the best then.
What (when they do repugne, yet cry not forth) will they do then?
Eccho, do then.
With such a blunt proeme, Ladies shall I moue neuer
Eccho, euer.
I must waite at an inche on such Nymphes whom I regard so
Eccho, guarde so.
Those whom in hart I loue, my faith doth firmely deserue such
Eccho, serue such.
Then (to become their slaues) is no great dishonor?
Eccho, honor.
But to the muses (first) I will recommend her
Eccho, commende her.
Eccho, do then.
With such a blunt proeme, Ladies shall I moue neuer
Eccho, euer.
I must waite at an inche on such Nymphes whom I regard so
Eccho, guarde so.
Those whom in hart I loue, my faith doth firmely deserue such
Eccho, serue such.
Then (to become their slaues) is no great dishonor?
Eccho, honor.
But to the muses (first) I will recommend her
Eccho, commende her.
They that pittie louers i'st good if I prayse such?
Eccho, ey prayse such.
If that I write their prayse, by my verse shall they liue neuer?
Eccho, euer.
If thy wordes be true, with thankes take adew then
Eccho, adew then.
Eccho, ey prayse such.
If that I write their prayse, by my verse shall they liue neuer?
Eccho, euer.
If thy wordes be true, with thankes take adew then
Eccho, adew then.
CARMEN ANACREONTIVM.
ODE 17.
Reueale) sweet muse) this secrette,Wherein, the liuely sences
Do most triumph in glorie
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Searching the Sunne with quick-sight:
With eyes in brightnesse pearsaunte,
Parthenophe, my sweet Nymphe,
With sight more quicke then eagles,
With eyes, more cleare, and pearsaunte,
And (which exceedes all eagles)
Whose influence giues more heate,
Then Sunne in Cancers tropique:
With proude imperious glaunces,
Subdewing all beholders,
Which gaze vpon their brightnesse,
Shall triumphe ouer that sence.
Reueale (sweet muse) this secret,
Wherein the liuely sences
Do most triumph in glorie,
Where some, of heauenly Nectar,
The tastes cheefe comfort talke of,
For pleasure, and sweet relish:
Where some, cœlestiall Syrroppes,
And sweet Barbarian spices,
For pleasauntnesse commend most:
Parthenophe, my sweet Nymphe,
With lippes more sweet then Nectar,
Containing much more comfort,
Then all cœlestiall Syrroppes,
And which exceedes all spices,
On which, none can take surfet,
Shall triumphe ouer that sence.
Reueale (sweet muse) this secret,
Wherein, the liuely sences
Do most triumphe in glorie,
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And riche Arabian odours,
And waters sweet distilled:
Where some of herbes, and flowers,
Of Amber-greece, and sweet rootes,
For heauenly spirite prayse most:
Parthenophe, my sweet Nymphe
With breath more sweet then incense,
Panchaian, or Arabicke,
Or any sortes of sweet thinges,
And (which exceedes all odours)
Whose spirite, is loues godhead,
Shall triumphe ouer that sence.
Reueale (sweet muse) this secret,
Wherein the liuely sences,
Do most triumphe in glorie:
Where musique, restes in voyces,
As Socrates supposed:
In voyce, and bodies mouing,
As though Aristoxinus:
In mynde, as Theophrastus.
Her voyce, exceedes all musique,
Her bodies comely carridge,
Her gesture, and deuine grace
Doth rauish all beholders:
Her mynde, it is much heauenly
And which, exceedes all iudgement.
But such sweet lookes, sweet thoughtes tell,
And makes her conquour that sence.
Reueale (sweet muse) this secret,
Wherein, the liuely sences,
Do most triumphe in glorie:
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Whose blessing makes things prosper:
Where some, of well-skill'de singers,
Which makes such heauenly musique,
With woode, and tuch of sinewes:
Parthenophes deuine handes,
Let them, but tuch my rude handes,
Let them, but tuch my pale cheekes,
Let them, but any part tuch:
My sorrow shall asswage soone,
Let her, but checke the lute string,
The sounde to heauen shall charme me:
Thus shee the sences conquores.
ODE 18.
[Oh that I could make her whom I loue best]
Oh that I could make her whom I loue best,Finde in a face with miserie wrinckled,
Finde in an hart, with sighes ouer-ill-pynde,
Her cruell hatred!
Oh that I could make her whom I loue best,
Finde by my teares, what maladie vexeth,
Finde by my throbbes, how forceably loues darte
Woundes my decayde hart!
Oh that I could make her, whom I loue best
Tell with a sweet smile, that she respecteth
All my lamentinges, and that in her hart
Mournefully she rues!
For my desartes, were worthy the fauours
Of such a fayre Nymphe, might she be fairer
Oh then a firme faith, what may be richer!
Then to my loue yeeld.
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Then will I leaue these sighes to the rough windes,
Oh that I could make her, whom I loue best
Pittie my long smart!
ODE 19.
[Why should I weepe in vayne, poore and remedilesse?]
Why should I weepe in vayne, poore and remedilesse?Why should I make complainte, to the deafe wildernesse?
Why should I sigh for ease, sighes they breede maladie?
Why should I grone in hart, grones they bring miserie?
Why should teares, plaintes, & sighes mingled with heauy grones
Practise their crueltie, whiles I cōplaine to stones?
Oh what a cruell hart, with such a tyrannie
Hardly she practiseth (in greefes extremitie)
Such to make conquered, whom she would haue deprest,
Such a man to disease, whom she would haue opprest?
Oh but (Parthenophe) turne and be pittifull!
Crueltie bewtie staynes, thou sweet art bewtifull,
If that I made offence, my loue is all the fault
VVhich thou can charge me with, thē do not make assault
With such extremities, for my kinde hartie loue:
But for loues pittie sake, from me thy frownes remoue.
So shalt thou make me blest, so shall my sorrowes cease,
So shall I liue at ease, so shall my ioyes acrease,
So shal teares, plaints, & sighes, mingled with heauy grones
Wearie the rockes no more, nor lament to the stones.
ODE 20. ASCLEPIAD.
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Smile, and shine with a glaunce, hartely me to ioye,
Bewtie taketh a place, pittie regardes it not:
Vertue findeth a throane, settled in euery part:
Pittie founde none at all, banished euery where.
Since then bewtie triumphes, chastities enemy:
And vertue cleped is, much to be pittifull:
And since that thy delight, is euer vertuous:
My teares (Parthenophe) pittie, be pittifull,
So shall men the repute great, as an holy Saint:
So shall bewtie remaine, mightely glorified:
So thy fame shall abounde, durably chronicled:
Then sweet (Parthenophe) pittie, be mercifull.
SONNET CV.
[Ah me how many wayes haue I assaide]
Ah me how many wayes haue I assaideTo winne my mistresse to me ceaselesse suite?
What endlesse meanes and prayers haue I made
To thy faire graces euer deafe and mute?
At thy long absence like an errant page
With sighes and teares long iourneyes did I make,
Through pathes vnknowne in tedious pilgrimage
And neuer slept, but alwayes did awake.
And hauing founde the ruthlesse, and vnkinde:
Soft skinn'd, hard-harted, sweet lookes, voyde of pittie:
Ten thousand furies raged in my minde
Chaunging the tenour of my louely dittie:
By whose enchaunting sawes, and magicke spell
Thine hard indurate hart, I must compell.
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SESTINE 5.
[Then, first with lockes disheueled, and bare]
Then, first with lockes disheueled, and bare,
Straite guirded, in a chearefull calmie night:
Hauing a fier made of greene Cypresse woode,
And with male franckincense on alter kindled
I call on threefould Hecate with teares,
And here (with loude voyce) inuocate the furies:
Straite guirded, in a chearefull calmie night:
Hauing a fier made of greene Cypresse woode,
And with male franckincense on alter kindled
I call on threefould Hecate with teares,
And here (with loude voyce) inuocate the furies:
For their assistance, to me with their furies:
Whilst snowye steedes in coach bright Phoebe bare.
Ay me Parthenophe smiles at my teares,
I neither take my rest by day, or night:
Her cruell loues in me such heate haue kindled.
Hence goate and bring her to me raging woode:
Whilst snowye steedes in coach bright Phoebe bare.
Ay me Parthenophe smiles at my teares,
I neither take my rest by day, or night:
Her cruell loues in me such heate haue kindled.
Hence goate and bring her to me raging woode:
Hecate tell which way she comes through the woode.
This wine aboute this aulter, to the furies
I sprinkle, whiles the Cypresse bowes be kindled,
This brimstone earth within her bowelles bare,
And this blew incense sacred to the night.
This hand (perforce) from this bay this braunche teares.
This wine aboute this aulter, to the furies
I sprinkle, whiles the Cypresse bowes be kindled,
This brimstone earth within her bowelles bare,
And this blew incense sacred to the night.
This hand (perforce) from this bay this braunche teares.
So be she brought which pittied not my teares.
And as it burneth with the Cypresse woode
So burne she with desier by day and night.
You goddes of vengance, and auenge-full furies
Reuenge, to whom I bende on my knees bare.
Hence goate, and bring her with loues outrage kindled.
And as it burneth with the Cypresse woode
So burne she with desier by day and night.
You goddes of vengance, and auenge-full furies
Reuenge, to whom I bende on my knees bare.
Hence goate, and bring her with loues outrage kindled.
Hecate make signes if she with loue come kindled.
Thinke on my passions Hec'ate, and my teares:
This Rosemariene (whose braunche she cheefely bare
And loued best) I cut both barke and woode,
Broke with this brasen Axe, and in loues furies
I treade on it, reioycing in this night:
Thinke on my passions Hec'ate, and my teares:
This Rosemariene (whose braunche she cheefely bare
And loued best) I cut both barke and woode,
Broke with this brasen Axe, and in loues furies
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And saying, let her her feele such woundes this night.
About this alter, and rich incense kindled
This lace and Veruine to loues bitter furies
I binde, and sirewe, and with sadde sighes and teares
About I beare her Image raging woode.
Hence goate and bring her from her bedding bare:
About this alter, and rich incense kindled
This lace and Veruine to loues bitter furies
I binde, and sirewe, and with sadde sighes and teares
About I beare her Image raging woode.
Hence goate and bring her from her bedding bare:
Hecate reueale if she like passions bare.
I knitte three true loue knottes (this is loues night)
Of three discolour'd silkes, to make her woode,
But she scornes Venus till her loues be kindled,
And till she finde the greefe of fighes and teares:
Sweet Queene of loues for mine vnpittied furies,
I knitte three true loue knottes (this is loues night)
Of three discolour'd silkes, to make her woode,
But she scornes Venus till her loues be kindled,
And till she finde the greefe of fighes and teares:
Sweet Queene of loues for mine vnpittied furies,
A like torment her with such scaulding furies:
And this turtle (when the losse she bare
Of her deare make) in her kinde did shed teares,
And mourning did seeke him all day, and night:
Let such lament in her for me be kindled,
And mourne she still, till she runne raging woode:
And this turtle (when the losse she bare
Of her deare make) in her kinde did shed teares,
And mourning did seeke him all day, and night:
Let such lament in her for me be kindled,
And mourne she still, till she runne raging woode:
Hence goate and bring her to me raging woode.
These letter's, and these verses to the furries
(Which she did write) all in this flame be kindled:
Me (with these papers) in vayne hope she bare
That she to day would turne mine hopelesse night,
These as I rent, and burne, so furie teares.
These letter's, and these verses to the furries
(Which she did write) all in this flame be kindled:
Me (with these papers) in vayne hope she bare
That she to day would turne mine hopelesse night,
These as I rent, and burne, so furie teares.
Her hardned hart, which pittied not my teares.
The winde shaked trees make murmure in the woode,
The waters roare at this thrise sacred night,
The windes come whisking still to note her furies:
Trees, woodes, and windes, a part in my plaintes bare,
And knew my woes, now ioy to see her kindled:
The winde shaked trees make murmure in the woode,
The waters roare at this thrise sacred night,
The windes come whisking still to note her furies:
Trees, woodes, and windes, a part in my plaintes bare,
And knew my woes, now ioy to see her kindled:
See whence she comes with loues enrag'd and kindled!
The pitchye cloudes (in droppes) send downe there teares,
Owles scritche, Dogges barke to see her carried bare,
Wolues yowle, and cry: Bulles bellow through the wood,
Rauens croape, now, now, I feele loues fiercest furies:
See'ste thou that blacke goate, brought this silent night
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Owles scritche, Dogges barke to see her carried bare,
Wolues yowle, and cry: Bulles bellow through the wood,
Rauens croape, now, now, I feele loues fiercest furies:
See'ste thou that blacke goate, brought this silent night
Through emptie cloudes by 'th daughters of the night?
See how on him she fittes, with loue rage kindled,
Hether perforce brought with auenge-full furies?
Now I waxe drousie, now cease all my teares,
Whilst I take rest and slumber neare this woode:
Ah me! Parthenophe naked and bare,
See how on him she fittes, with loue rage kindled,
Hether perforce brought with auenge-full furies?
Now I waxe drousie, now cease all my teares,
Whilst I take rest and slumber neare this woode:
Ah me! Parthenophe naked and bare,
Come blessed goate, that my sweet Lady bare:
Where hast thou beene (Parthenophe) this night?
What could? sleepe by this fier of Cypresse woode
Which I much longing for thy sake haue kindled,
Weepe not, come loues and wipe away her teares:
At length yet, wilt thou take away my furies?
Where hast thou beene (Parthenophe) this night?
What could? sleepe by this fier of Cypresse woode
Which I much longing for thy sake haue kindled,
Weepe not, come loues and wipe away her teares:
At length yet, wilt thou take away my furies?
Ay me, embrace me, see those ouglye furies.
Come to my bed, least they behold thee bare
And beare thee hence the will not pittie teares,
And these still dwell in euerlasting night:
Ah loues, sweet loue, sweet fiers for vs hath kindled,
But not inflam'd, with franckinsense, or woode,
Come to my bed, least they behold thee bare
And beare thee hence the will not pittie teares,
And these still dwell in euerlasting night:
Ah loues, sweet loue, sweet fiers for vs hath kindled,
But not inflam'd, with franckinsense, or woode,
The furies, they shall hence into the woode,
Whiles Cupid shall make calmer his hot furies,
And stand appeased at our fier's kindled.
Ioyne ioyne (Parthenophe) thy selfe vnbare,
None can perceiue vs in the silent night,
Now will I cease from sighes, lamentes, and teares,
Whiles Cupid shall make calmer his hot furies,
And stand appeased at our fier's kindled.
Ioyne ioyne (Parthenophe) thy selfe vnbare,
None can perceiue vs in the silent night,
Now will I cease from sighes, lamentes, and teares,
And cease (Parthenophe) sweet cease thy teares:
Beare golden Apples thornes in euery woode,
Ioyne heauens, for we conioyne this heauenly night:
Let Alder trees beare Apricockes (dye furies)
And Thistles Peares, which prickles lately bare.
Now both in one with equall flame be kindled:
Beare golden Apples thornes in euery woode,
Ioyne heauens, for we conioyne this heauenly night:
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And Thistles Peares, which prickles lately bare.
Now both in one with equall flame be kindled:
Dye magicke bowes, now dye, which late were kindled:
Here is mine heauen: loues droppe in steede of teares.
It ioynes, it ioynes, ah both embracing bare.
Let Nettles bring forth Roses in each woode,
Last euer verdant woodes: hence former furies:
Oh dye, liue, ioye: what? last continuall night,
Here is mine heauen: loues droppe in steede of teares.
It ioynes, it ioynes, ah both embracing bare.
Let Nettles bring forth Roses in each woode,
Last euer verdant woodes: hence former furies:
Oh dye, liue, ioye: what? last continuall night,
Sleepe Phoebus still with Thetis: rule still night.
I melt in loue, loues marrow-flame is kindled:
Here will I be consum'd in loues sweet furies.
I melt, I melt, watche Cupid my loue-teares:
If these be furies, oh let me be woode!
If all the fierie element I bare
I melt in loue, loues marrow-flame is kindled:
Here will I be consum'd in loues sweet furies.
I melt, I melt, watche Cupid my loue-teares:
If these be furies, oh let me be woode!
If all the fierie element I bare
Tis now acquitted: cease your former teares,
For as she once with rage my bodie kindled,
So in hers am I buried this night.
For as she once with rage my bodie kindled,
So in hers am I buried this night.
FINIS.
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