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Poesie I. The patrones conceyte:
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The initial letter of each of the first seven stanzas and of each line of the eighth stanza is emboldened, to spell Dorothy Halsal.
Domesticke Goddes of the Sea-whal'd Isle,
Heau'ns erected trophies of thy prayes,
Avroras blush, that beautifies thy smile,
Shines far more bright then Phœbus goulden rayes,
Natures chiefe pride, the map of beauties grace,
Loues louely sweete, which vertue doth embrace.
Heau'ns erected trophies of thy prayes,
Avroras blush, that beautifies thy smile,
Shines far more bright then Phœbus goulden rayes,
Natures chiefe pride, the map of beauties grace,
Loues louely sweete, which vertue doth embrace.
Of-spring of fludds, borne of the salt-sea foame,
Thoughts-maze that doth to Pallas bower inclines
A Commet, that in starrie night doth gloame.
And doth presage of misteries diuine?
An ornament, bedeck'd with goulden tyres,
A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires.
Thoughts-maze that doth to Pallas bower inclines
A Commet, that in starrie night doth gloame.
And doth presage of misteries diuine?
An ornament, bedeck'd with goulden tyres,
A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires.
Reposed rest of Adon's ardent looke.
Thy Christall-pointed eies (like Saphyres blue,
Set in the snowe) doe hide a bayted hooke:
Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue:
Were Adon here to viewe thy Venvs eye
Could Adon such a Venvs suite denye.
Thy Christall-pointed eies (like Saphyres blue,
Set in the snowe) doe hide a bayted hooke:
Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue:
Were Adon here to viewe thy Venvs eye
Could Adon such a Venvs suite denye.
Olympus Queene, that doth commaunde the skyes,
Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle,
No base aspect in thy sweete bodie lies,
Thy fauours doe the stealing time beguile:
For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre,
That all applaude thou onl art sweete and faire.
Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle,
No base aspect in thy sweete bodie lies,
Thy fauours doe the stealing time beguile:
For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre,
That all applaude thou onl art sweete and faire.
The Radian beam's of natur's purest die,
With honours Equipage long liue thy fame,
Whose siluer arkes, surpassing Christall skie,
Doth force loue Queene to reuerence thy name:
Starrs doe inuay, that earth retaineth thee,
From making Fourth amongst the graces Three.
With honours Equipage long liue thy fame,
Whose siluer arkes, surpassing Christall skie,
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Starrs doe inuay, that earth retaineth thee,
From making Fourth amongst the graces Three.
Heau'ns newe ioy, earth's possessed wonder,
The welkins pride, if they might thee embraece,
As they did Ioves loue that kills with thunder,
Thy memorie her beautie doth deface.
Liue long thou star, which in the North doth shine,
That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine.
The welkins pride, if they might thee embraece,
As they did Ioves loue that kills with thunder,
Thy memorie her beautie doth deface.
Liue long thou star, which in the North doth shine,
That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine.
Ympe graft with vertue in her tender yeeres,
Deriuing honour from her noble stocke,
Which Needles weare? for honour still appeer's
Within her browe, which doth fames cradle rocke;
Whose searching wit, dipt in Minervas vaine,
Fraught with content, doth Pallas prayses staine.
Deriuing honour from her noble stocke,
Which Needles weare? for honour still appeer's
Within her browe, which doth fames cradle rocke;
Whose searching wit, dipt in Minervas vaine,
Fraught with content, doth Pallas prayses staine.
Hibbla hath Bees, stor'd with a sweete encrease,
And shee hath beautie, furnished with grace,
Liue stinges doe pricke, though hony's taste to please,
So woundes her beautie those which it embrace:
A Lampe of glorie shines in thee alone,
Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone.
And shee hath beautie, furnished with grace,
Liue stinges doe pricke, though hony's taste to please,
So woundes her beautie those which it embrace:
A Lampe of glorie shines in thee alone,
Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone.
Posie II. The Patrone's affection.
Launterne of loue the patrone due of lore,Light some beame my affection to guide,
Amongst the drerie throbbes encreasing sore,
Sore in the vaile of heart where I them hide:
Languishing in delight I doe delight to pine
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Hart once mine-owne, is nowe possession thine,
Yeilde then to yeilde this hearts due entertaine.
Honour is the guest, let bounty be my prize,
Truth be the page of my admired light,
Occasion be thou prest at my aduize,
Regarding hand, and hart, t'attend her sight.
Or else my heart and minde I hould in hand:
Doe then my hope confirme that hope may stand.
Posie III. The patrones phantasie.
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The initial letter of each line and other letters are emboldened, to spell Dorothy Halsall Cvtbert IS.
Respecting will, Heart-breaking gaine doth grow,
Euer Dolobelia, Time so will proue,
Binding distresse, O gem wilt thou allowe,
This fortune my will Repose-lesse of ease,
Vnlesse thou Leda, Ouer-spread my heart,
Cutting all my ruth, dayne Disdaine to cease,
I yeilde to fate, and welcome endles Smart.
Posie IIII. The Patrons pauze in ode.
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The initial letter of the first line of each stanza is emboldened, to spell Dorothi Halsall; the initial letter of the second line of each stanza is enlarged, to spell Fransis Wilowbi; the initial letter of each of the third, fourth, fifth and sixth lines of each of the first eight stanzas is printed in gothic form, to spell Elizabeth Wolfrestone Robert Parrye; the initial letter of the final line of each stanza is emboldened, to spell Iohn Salesbvrye.
Dimpl's florish, beauties grace,
Fortune smileth in thy face,
Eye bewrayeth honours flower,
Loue is norish'd in thy bower,
In thy bended brow doth lye,
Zeale imprest with chastitie.
Iove's darling deere,
Fortune smileth in thy face,
Eye bewrayeth honours flower,
Loue is norish'd in thy bower,
In thy bended brow doth lye,
Zeale imprest with chastitie.
Iove's darling deere,
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O pale lippes of corall hue,
Rarer die then cheries newe,
Arkes where reason cannot trie,
Beauties riches which doth lye,
Entomb'd in that fayrest frame,
Touch of breath perfumes the same.
O rubie cleere.
Rarer die then cheries newe,
Arkes where reason cannot trie,
Beauties riches which doth lye,
Entomb'd in that fayrest frame,
Touch of breath perfumes the same.
O rubie cleere.
Ripe Adon fled Venvs bower,
Ayming at thy sweetest flower,
His ardent loue forst the same,
Wonted agents of his flame:
Orbe to whose enflamed fier,
Loue incens'd him to aspire.
Hope of our time,
Ayming at thy sweetest flower,
His ardent loue forst the same,
Wonted agents of his flame:
Orbe to whose enflamed fier,
Loue incens'd him to aspire.
Hope of our time,
Oriad's of the hills drawe neere,
Nayad's come before your peere:
Flower of nature shining shoes,
Riper then the falling rose,
Entermingled with white flower,
Stayn'd with vermilion's power.
Nestl'd in our clime.
Nayad's come before your peere:
Flower of nature shining shoes,
Riper then the falling rose,
Entermingled with white flower,
Stayn'd with vermilion's power.
Nestl'd in our clime.
The siluer swans sing in poe,
Silent notes of newe-spronge woe,
Tuned notes of cares I sing,
Organ of the muses springe,
Natures pride inforceth me,
Eu'n to rue my destinie.
Starre shew thy might,
Silent notes of newe-spronge woe,
Tuned notes of cares I sing,
Organ of the muses springe,
Natures pride inforceth me,
Eu'n to rue my destinie.
Starre shew thy might,
Helens beautie is defac'd,
I o's graces are disgrac'd,
Reaching not the twentith part,
Of thy gloases true desart,
But no maruaile thou alone,
Eu'n art Venys paragone,
Arm'd with delight.
I o's graces are disgrac'd,
Reaching not the twentith part,
Of thy gloases true desart,
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Eu'n art Venys paragone,
Arm'd with delight.
Iris coulors are to base,
She would make Apelles gaze,
Resting by the siluer streame,
Tossing nature seame by seame,
Pointing at the Christall skie,
Arguing her maiestie,
Loues rampire stronge
She would make Apelles gaze,
Resting by the siluer streame,
Tossing nature seame by seame,
Pointing at the Christall skie,
Arguing her maiestie,
Loues rampire stronge
Hayre of Amber, fresh of hue,
Wau'd with goulden wyers newe,
Riches of the finest mould,
Rarest glorie to behould,
Ympe with natures vertue graft,
Engines newe for dolors fraught
Eu'n there are spronge,
Wau'd with goulden wyers newe,
Riches of the finest mould,
Rarest glorie to behould,
Ympe with natures vertue graft,
Engines newe for dolors fraught
Eu'n there are spronge,
A Iem fram'd with Diamounds,
In whose voice true concord sounds,
Ioy to all that ken thy smile,
In thee doth vertue fame beguile,
In whose beautie burneth fier,
Which disgraceth Queene desier:
Saunce all compare,
In whose voice true concord sounds,
Ioy to all that ken thy smile,
In thee doth vertue fame beguile,
In whose beautie burneth fier,
Which disgraceth Queene desier:
Saunce all compare,
Loue it selfe being brought to gaze,
Learnes to treade the louers maze;
Lying vncou'red in thy looke,
Left for to vnclaspe the Booke:
Where enroul'd thy fame remaines,
That Ivnos blush of glory staines:
Blot out my care.
Learnes to treade the louers maze;
Lying vncou'red in thy looke,
Left for to vnclaspe the Booke:
Where enroul'd thy fame remaines,
That Ivnos blush of glory staines:
Blot out my care.
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Spheare containing all in all,
Onely fram'd to make men thrall:
Onix deck'd with honours worth,
On whose beautie bringeth foorth:
Smiles ou'r clouded with disdaine,
Which loyall heart doth paine:
Voyde of disgrace,
Onely fram'd to make men thrall:
Onix deck'd with honours worth,
On whose beautie bringeth foorth:
Smiles ou'r clouded with disdaine,
Which loyall heart doth paine:
Voyde of disgrace,
Avrora's blush that decks thy smile,
Wayting louers to beguile:
Where curious thoughts built the nest,
Which neu'r yeildes to louers rest:
Wasting still the yeilding eye,
Whilst he doth the beautie spie
Rea'd in her face.
Wayting louers to beguile:
Where curious thoughts built the nest,
Which neu'r yeildes to louers rest:
Wasting still the yeilding eye,
Whilst he doth the beautie spie
Rea'd in her face.
Lampe enric'hd with honours flower,
Blossome gracing Venvs bower:
Bearing plumes of feathers white,
Wherein Turtles doe delighte,
Sense would seme to weake to finde,
Reason's depth in modest minde:
Yeilding desire.
Blossome gracing Venvs bower:
Bearing plumes of feathers white,
Wherein Turtles doe delighte,
Sense would seme to weake to finde,
Reason's depth in modest minde:
Yeilding desire.
Lode-starre of my happie choyse,
In thee alone I doe reioyce:
O happie man whose hap is such,
To be made happie by thy tutch:
Thy worth and worthynes could moue
The stoutest to incline to loue,
Enflam'd with fier.
In thee alone I doe reioyce:
O happie man whose hap is such,
To be made happie by thy tutch:
Thy worth and worthynes could moue
The stoutest to incline to loue,
Enflam'd with fier.
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Posie V. The dittie to Sospiros.
The wound of hart doth cause my sighes to spring
And sighes doe oft report my hartie sore,
This sore of heart doth woefull tidings bring,
That loue is lacke and I doe grieue therefore:
O sighes why doe you rise and take no rest,
O heart why art thou thus with them possest.
And sighes doe oft report my hartie sore,
This sore of heart doth woefull tidings bring,
That loue is lacke and I doe grieue therefore:
O sighes why doe you rise and take no rest,
O heart why art thou thus with them possest.
My heart in selfe it selfe would pine away,
if that sometimes sighes musicke I shoulde misse,
This bitter ioy and pleasant paine must staie,
The greatest griefe is now my greatest blisse:
The night I grone the day I teare my heart,
I loue these sighes I triumph in their smart.
if that sometimes sighes musicke I shoulde misse,
This bitter ioy and pleasant paine must staie,
The greatest griefe is now my greatest blisse:
The night I grone the day I teare my heart,
I loue these sighes I triumph in their smart.
When minde and thought are clogged with their cares
And that my heart is readie for to breake,
Then eu'rie sigh doth question how it fares,
And heart to them replies that it is weake.
[OMITTED]er after sighes the heart is some-what glad,
[OMITTED]us without sower the sweete is neuer had.
And that my heart is readie for to breake,
Then eu'rie sigh doth question how it fares,
And heart to them replies that it is weake.
[OMITTED]er after sighes the heart is some-what glad,
[OMITTED]us without sower the sweete is neuer had.
My wish and will for succour doe aspire,
Vnto the seate of my endeered trust,
But want and woe ensuing my desire,
My heart doth quaile and after sigh it must:
Yet wish I must and well I may delight,
Though sighe for wants and woes doe me affright.
Vnto the seate of my endeered trust,
But want and woe ensuing my desire,
My heart doth quaile and after sigh it must:
Yet wish I must and well I may delight,
Though sighe for wants and woes doe me affright.
These sighes Ile entertaine though they me noy,
For they doe like the cause from where they rise,
They bring in port newes of my mynded ioy,
And as they passe they message me no lies:
And yet they leaue behinde them such a want,
That minde and ioy I finde to be but scant,
For they doe like the cause from where they rise,
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And as they passe they message me no lies:
And yet they leaue behinde them such a want,
That minde and ioy I finde to be but scant,
O will you neuer cease me sighes to grieue,
And maye not hope keepe you in calme repose,
Let me some respite haue, hart to relieue,
Lest that your selues and you fullie lose:
Sighes doe aspire till they obtaine their will,
Sighes will not cease they seeke my heart to kill.
And maye not hope keepe you in calme repose,
Let me some respite haue, hart to relieue,
Lest that your selues and you fullie lose:
Sighes doe aspire till they obtaine their will,
Sighes will not cease they seeke my heart to kill.
Posie 6. The patrones Dilemma.
Of stately stones the Diamond is kinge,
Whose splendor doth dazell the gazing eye,
The Onix gloze, is tyed to honors winge,
Whose vertu's gouern'd by th'imperiall skie:
These graces all in thee combin'd remaine,
For glorie thine their glories still doth staine.
Whose splendor doth dazell the gazing eye,
The Onix gloze, is tyed to honors winge,
Whose vertu's gouern'd by th'imperiall skie:
These graces all in thee combin'd remaine,
For glorie thine their glories still doth staine.
Shall I not speake of Rubies glorious blaze,
That I blazeth still, like blazing star that shoes,
Or cease to write how men at th'Opale gaze,
Whose beautie shines like perles of dewe on rose:
These vertues all (compar'd with thine) are base,
For nature gaue thee excellent of grace.
That I blazeth still, like blazing star that shoes,
Or cease to write how men at th'Opale gaze,
Whose beautie shines like perles of dewe on rose:
These vertues all (compar'd with thine) are base,
For nature gaue thee excellent of grace.
The Topas chast thou doest in kind excell,
The Hyacinth that strangers loue procures,
Hath not such force, nor can not worke so well,
As honors beautie still in thee alures;
Yris shews not more coulors in her kind,
Then vertues be with in thy noble mind.
The Hyacinth that strangers loue procures,
Hath not such force, nor can not worke so well,
As honors beautie still in thee alures;
Yris shews not more coulors in her kind,
Then vertues be with in thy noble mind.
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The windie Histmos shews, and bright aspects,
Comes far behind this faire Angragos worth,
The Lupinar hath not more chast affects.
Then glorie of th'vnspotted minde brings foorth.
My paines encrease thy graces to repeate,
For cold despaire driues out of hope the heate.
Comes far behind this faire Angragos worth,
The Lupinar hath not more chast affects.
Then glorie of th'vnspotted minde brings foorth.
My paines encrease thy graces to repeate,
For cold despaire driues out of hope the heate.
Yf Saunus fort which doth expell deceate,
Or Agathes which happie bouldnes yeild's,
And eke Luperius whose vertues greate,
Doth glad the minde: all which are found in feilds:
Yf these I had to comfort my despaire,
Hope yet might hope to win & weare thy faire.
Or Agathes which happie bouldnes yeild's,
And eke Luperius whose vertues greate,
Doth glad the minde: all which are found in feilds:
Yf these I had to comfort my despaire,
Hope yet might hope to win & weare thy faire.
Posie. VII. The Palmers Dittie vppon his Almes.
Favre Dole the flower of beawties glorious shine,
Whose sweete sweet grace true guerdon doth deserue,
My Orisons I offer to thy shrine,
That beauties name in glories state preserue:
My hap (ô haplesse hap) that gaue th'applause,
Thy beautie view'd when trembling hart did pause.
Whose sweete sweet grace true guerdon doth deserue,
My Orisons I offer to thy shrine,
That beauties name in glories state preserue:
My hap (ô haplesse hap) that gaue th'applause,
Thy beautie view'd when trembling hart did pause.
Were I a King, I would resigne my Crowne,
To gaine the name of Palmers happie kinde,
I would not craue to liue in high renowne,
If Dole I had to satisfie my minde:
Then I for Dole a Palmers name would craue,
If Palmer might be sure his dole to haue.
To gaine the name of Palmers happie kinde,
I would not craue to liue in high renowne,
If Dole I had to satisfie my minde:
Then I for Dole a Palmers name would craue,
If Palmer might be sure his dole to haue.
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Posie. VIII. The Patrones Adiew.
Yf loue deserues the fruit of loues desire,Hope loathes my loue to liue in hope of right:
Time after triall once may quench my fire,
Oh salue the sore and cherish my delight:
Rue lawles force, which feruent zeale procures.
Obtaine a hart like to the Emerauld pure:
Dayne hope to graunt where feare dispaire allures,
In deepe distresse naught but true faith is sure.
Poesie IX. Fides in Fortunam.
Most sacred is the sweete where fortune swayes,
Deuine the sound of her enchaunting voice.
Noe hope of rest, wher hope, true hope delayes,
Though I dispaire I may not change me choise:
For hue [sic] I well, though fortune me dispise,
To honour her, that scornes my enterprise.
Deuine the sound of her enchaunting voice.
Noe hope of rest, wher hope, true hope delayes,
Though I dispaire I may not change me choise:
For hue [sic] I well, though fortune me dispise,
To honour her, that scornes my enterprise.
To bandie lookes will ease my thrauled heart,
With lookes, my life shalbe at her commaunde,
Yf so much grace to faith she will impart:
With lookes againe, to answere my demaunde;
And that I may still loue her to my graue,
With purest faith, is all that I doe craue.
With lookes, my life shalbe at her commaunde,
Yf so much grace to faith she will impart:
With lookes againe, to answere my demaunde;
And that I may still loue her to my graue,
With purest faith, is all that I doe craue.
Let Phœbus drawe his shining beam's away,
Let heau'ns forsake to graunt me any light,
Let foode me faile; let hope, my hope delay;
Let eares not heare; let watch-full eies want sight:
Let sense, my sense, with furies fell confound,
Before that faith, to fortune false be found.
Let heau'ns forsake to graunt me any light,
Let foode me faile; let hope, my hope delay;
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Let sense, my sense, with furies fell confound,
Before that faith, to fortune false be found.
Thy eu'r sworne friende, and seruant to thy end,
Hath made a vowe and promise with his soule.
His fortun's right with courage to defend,
Against proudest he, this offer dare controle:
My match is sure if Fortune grace her swayne,
And coulors giue her quarrell to maintaine.
Hath made a vowe and promise with his soule.
His fortun's right with courage to defend,
Against proudest he, this offer dare controle:
My match is sure if Fortune grace her swayne,
And coulors giue her quarrell to maintaine.
Colours they are of purest Indian die,
For none but such doth Fortune vse to lend.
Whose sight may moue the coward neu'r to flie,
And all his force against his foe to bend.
Then let sweet soule thy colours be my guide,
And hap what maye, thy doome I will abide.
For none but such doth Fortune vse to lend.
Whose sight may moue the coward neu'r to flie,
And all his force against his foe to bend.
Then let sweet soule thy colours be my guide,
And hap what maye, thy doome I will abide.
Then write thy Censure with thy prettie hand,
I will obay the sentence of thy minde,
And graue the same in table faire to stand;
So that, ensuing age the same may finde:
For monument in goulden letters wrought,
To whet with sight the accents of my thought.
I will obay the sentence of thy minde,
And graue the same in table faire to stand;
So that, ensuing age the same may finde:
For monument in goulden letters wrought,
To whet with sight the accents of my thought.
Poesie X. My sorrow is ioy.
Sowre is the sweet that sorrow doth mainetaine,
Yet sorrow's good, that yeildeth mickle ioy,
True ioy he hath, that can from ioy refrayne.
Which haruest's still the fruites of deepe annoy:
Yet I enthraulde in blind Cvpidos snare,
With fond conceyte in sorrows ioy I faire.
Yet sorrow's good, that yeildeth mickle ioy,
True ioy he hath, that can from ioy refrayne.
Which haruest's still the fruites of deepe annoy:
Yet I enthraulde in blind Cvpidos snare,
With fond conceyte in sorrows ioy I faire.
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Fortun's my ioy, which sorrow still doth yeild,
Her frowne I count a fauour to my soule;
Sorrow doth sway, and ioy hath lost the field,
Yet fame in minde doth often ioy enro'le:
But when I thinke for whom I beare this smart,
It yeilds new ioy vnto my carefull hart.
Her frowne I count a fauour to my soule;
Sorrow doth sway, and ioy hath lost the field,
Yet fame in minde doth often ioy enro'le:
But when I thinke for whom I beare this smart,
It yeilds new ioy vnto my carefull hart.
Poesie. XI. An almon for a Parrat.
Disdainfull dames that mountaines moue in thought,
And thinke they may Ioues thunder-bolt controule,
Who past compare ech one doe set at naught,
With spuemish scorn's that nowe in rethorick roule:
Yet scorne that will be scorn'd of proude disdaine,
I scorne to beare the scornes of finest braine.
And thinke they may Ioues thunder-bolt controule,
Who past compare ech one doe set at naught,
With spuemish scorn's that nowe in rethorick roule:
Yet scorne that will be scorn'd of proude disdaine,
I scorne to beare the scornes of finest braine.
Gestures, nor lookes of simpring coy conceyts,
Shall make me moue for stately ladies mocks:
Then Sirens cease to trap with your deceyts,
Least that your barkes meete vnexpected rocks:
For calmest ebbe may yeild the roughest tide,
And change of time, may change in time your pride.
Shall make me moue for stately ladies mocks:
Then Sirens cease to trap with your deceyts,
Least that your barkes meete vnexpected rocks:
For calmest ebbe may yeild the roughest tide,
And change of time, may change in time your pride.
Leaue to conuerse if needes you must inuay,
Let meaner sort feede on their meane entent,
And soare on still, the larke is fled awaye,
Some one in time will pay what you haue lent,
Poore hungrie gnatts faile not on wormes to feede,
When goshaukes misse on hoped pray to speede.
Let meaner sort feede on their meane entent,
And soare on still, the larke is fled awaye,
Some one in time will pay what you haue lent,
Poore hungrie gnatts faile not on wormes to feede,
When goshaukes misse on hoped pray to speede.
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Poesie. XII. The authors muse vpon / his Conceyte.
Faire, fairest, faire; is passing faire, be faire,
Let not your deed's obscure your beauties faire.
The Queene so faire of Fearies not more fayer,
Which doth excell with fancies chiefest fayer,
Fayre to the worldes faire admiring wonder,
Fayrer then Ioves loue that kills with thunder.
Let not your deed's obscure your beauties faire.
The Queene so faire of Fearies not more fayer,
Which doth excell with fancies chiefest fayer,
Fayre to the worldes faire admiring wonder,
Fayrer then Ioves loue that kills with thunder.
Eu'n to your swayne you seeme prides passing faire,
That naught desires but fortun's faire to reape,
Yf fortune then will driue me to despaire,
No change can make your sweetest faire so cheape,
But that I must, and will liue in exile,
Before your thoughtes with thought I will defile.
That naught desires but fortun's faire to reape,
Yf fortune then will driue me to despaire,
No change can make your sweetest faire so cheape,
But that I must, and will liue in exile,
Before your thoughtes with thought I will defile.
Fayre fierce to faith, when fortune bend her browes,
Yet fortune sweete be thou reclaym'd againe:
For vnto thee I offer all my vowes,
That may appease the rigor of my paine:
Yeilde wished hope after this stormie blast,
That calm's repose may worke content at last.
Yet fortune sweete be thou reclaym'd againe:
For vnto thee I offer all my vowes,
That may appease the rigor of my paine:
Yeilde wished hope after this stormie blast,
That calm's repose may worke content at last.
Posie. 13. Fides ad fortunam.
The goulden Phebus (longing oft) is seene,To pricke his furious steedes to run in haste,
To clip and coll faire Thetis louely Queene,
In pensiue thoughts lest he the time should waste,
So I make speede thy selfe for to embrace,
Beinge almost tyr'd in pursuite of the chase.
For houndes vncoupled, range the forrest wide,
The stance being prun'd, I watch the rowsed game,
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The craftie Doo takes on then to be lame:
But hauing past the daunger of my bowe,
She, limping leaues, and hastes away to goe.
Thus I being surest of my hoped sport,
Still misse the fairest marke that eu'r was kend,
Words doe abound of comfort to exhorte,
But deedes are slowe sure promises to end:
The hope then left is game to rowse anewe,
(Till deedes supplie) and feede my selfe with view.
Fortune hath sayde, and I beleeued that,
Renewed hope might ease my heart neere spent:
Despaire in sequel oft my hope doth squat;
That doubtfull I remaine still discontent,
Wherefore to faith if faith remaine in thee,
With faithfull wordes let deedes in one agree.
FINIS.
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