The Golden Fleece Whereto bee annexed two Elegies, Entitled Narcissvs Change. And Aesons Dotage. By Richard Brathvvayte |
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| 6. | THE SIXTH SONET.
Where mine heart is, there doth my life abide |
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THE SIXTH SONET. Where mine heart is, there doth my life abide
Where mine heart is, there doth my life abide
Mine hart remains with thee, & wherfore then
Should suruiue in any place beside,
But where thou dwel'st? best harbour to such men,
As dote on thy affection, friend to such
As are distrest by louing ouermuch.
Mine hart remains with thee, & wherfore then
Should suruiue in any place beside,
But where thou dwel'st? best harbour to such men,
As dote on thy affection, friend to such
As are distrest by louing ouermuch.
Can I describe with characters of worth,
Those worthy parts of thine so amorous?
Faire in thy habit, borne of royall birth,
Blest ere be they that are thought gracious
In the faire aspect of that shining eye,
On whose bright lustre all things doe relie.
Those worthy parts of thine so amorous?
Faire in thy habit, borne of royall birth,
Blest ere be they that are thought gracious
In the faire aspect of that shining eye,
On whose bright lustre all things doe relie.
When statues are erected to adore
Those persons, which the statues represented,
Why should not I doe this for thee and more,
With whom my mind in one hath still consented.
Honour of women faire beyond compare
The earth were blest, if many such there were.
Those persons, which the statues represented,
Why should not I doe this for thee and more,
With whom my mind in one hath still consented.
Honour of women faire beyond compare
The earth were blest, if many such there were.
Statues I will erect to honour thee,
And euery day will I resort vnto them,
And passe the morne with ioyfull harmonie,
Whilst I doe consecrate my vowes vnto them.
And hauing talkt enough I will betake,
My selfe to kisse thy picture for thy sake.
And euery day will I resort vnto them,
And passe the morne with ioyfull harmonie,
Whilst I doe consecrate my vowes vnto them.
And hauing talkt enough I will betake,
My selfe to kisse thy picture for thy sake.
For if Pigmalion doted so on shrines?
Why should not I. that haue a fairer loue
Then ere Pigmalion had? whose loue combines
Mine heart in thrall, that it can nere remoue,
For the straite durance which she hath possest
In her, by whom my mind is euer blest.
Why should not I. that haue a fairer loue
Then ere Pigmalion had? whose loue combines
Mine heart in thrall, that it can nere remoue,
For the straite durance which she hath possest
In her, by whom my mind is euer blest.
If fond Protagoras did so conceiue
Of senselesse stones, that could not moue nor feele
For to enioy an happinesse, I haue
More happinesse then stones, their haps conceale.
I clad in blisse which euer will endure,
A strong foundation, and munition sure.
Of senselesse stones, that could not moue nor feele
For to enioy an happinesse, I haue
More happinesse then stones, their haps conceale.
I clad in blisse which euer will endure,
A strong foundation, and munition sure.
They cannot shew the fruits of their repose,
But I most happy, for I know mine hap,
They scarce discerne from whenc their fortune flowes
But I perceiue me happie in her lap.
My Erycina doth relieue my sheepe,
Whilst quietly I lie me downe and sleepe.
But I most happy, for I know mine hap,
They scarce discerne from whenc their fortune flowes
But I perceiue me happie in her lap.
My Erycina doth relieue my sheepe,
Whilst quietly I lie me downe and sleepe.
Vnder a myrtle shade or Iuie bush,
Whilst I make couert to my wearied head,
I am delighted with the sweete tun'de Thrash,
Whilst she vpon the Iuie berries feeds.
And being thus annointed with full pleasure,
I hoord me heaps of gold, and Indian treasure.
Whilst I make couert to my wearied head,
I am delighted with the sweete tun'de Thrash,
Whilst she vpon the Iuie berries feeds.
And being thus annointed with full pleasure,
I hoord me heaps of gold, and Indian treasure.
This gold is not such treasure as we reade,
That Q. Cepio Consul tooke away
From the Tolosan Temple, which did breede
Destruction to all them receiude that pray.
Nor its no Seian horse by which we finde,
Be signifide calamities of minde.
That Q. Cepio Consul tooke away
From the Tolosan Temple, which did breede
Destruction to all them receiude that pray.
Nor its no Seian horse by which we finde,
Be signifide calamities of minde.
This is as pleasant and as full of mirth,
As the Corbona of the Iewish Temple,
But farre more gracious: its not got by stelth,
For that were proeme to a worse example.
These gifts, this gem prince Aquiloes excels,
For these be pearles, his were cockle shels.
As the Corbona of the Iewish Temple,
But farre more gracious: its not got by stelth,
For that were proeme to a worse example.
These gifts, this gem prince Aquiloes excels,
For these be pearles, his were cockle shels.
I cannot speake enough, there for to blame,
To praise in part, and not commend in all,
But its a praise enough, to tell thy name.
Faire Erycina gyrt with Hymens pall.
And all the Nimphes with chaplets cropt for thee
Shall decke the nuptiall triumphes gorgiously.
To praise in part, and not commend in all,
But its a praise enough, to tell thy name.
Faire Erycina gyrt with Hymens pall.
And all the Nimphes with chaplets cropt for thee
Shall decke the nuptiall triumphes gorgiously.
Faine would I see the day, each houre a yeare,
Each minute is an houre, till I enioy,
That beauteous face of thine, when wilt appeare
To relish forepast sorrow and annoy?
Where couching low in beds of Iuorie.
Wele bandie kisses with loues harmonie.
Each minute is an houre, till I enioy,
That beauteous face of thine, when wilt appeare
To relish forepast sorrow and annoy?
Where couching low in beds of Iuorie.
Wele bandie kisses with loues harmonie.
I checke my selfe that I should so delaie,
The vernant spring time of our happinesse,
Fearing least whil'st our times doe passe away,
Pale death engripe my bones with wretchednesse.
Let vs not put off time, but vse our time,
And let thy sacred vow confirme the mine.
The vernant spring time of our happinesse,
Fearing least whil'st our times doe passe away,
Pale death engripe my bones with wretchednesse.
Let vs not put off time, but vse our time,
And let thy sacred vow confirme the mine.
Sweete vpon better and more ripe aduice,
Let me appoint a time of greater hast,
Our loue will grow chil-cold, if we be nice
And will not loue, till fruite of loue be past,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what delight,
To hate the day, and yet to loue the night.
Let me appoint a time of greater hast,
Our loue will grow chil-cold, if we be nice
And will not loue, till fruite of loue be past,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what delight,
To hate the day, and yet to loue the night.
The day and sunshine of my life is spent,
And now the night-shade of my life drawes on,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what content
In winter nights (poore soule) to lie alone?
And yet it better is to lie alone,
Then lie with him, whose vitall heate is gone.
And now the night-shade of my life drawes on,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what content
In winter nights (poore soule) to lie alone?
And yet it better is to lie alone,
Then lie with him, whose vitall heate is gone.
If ere the spring time of my younger grouth,
Could moue thy nimble armes to compasse me,
If ere the prelude of my flowrie youth,
Could be a meanes for to sollicit thee?
Take time while time is, let not ioyes bereft thee,
Some wanton bloomes at lest of youth are left me.
Could moue thy nimble armes to compasse me,
If ere the prelude of my flowrie youth,
Could be a meanes for to sollicit thee?
Take time while time is, let not ioyes bereft thee,
Some wanton bloomes at lest of youth are left me.
And though I haue not such perfection in me,
For many furrowes in mine aged brow,
Yet these same furrowes may experience show thee
What wanton youth in time could neuer shew.
Those many winters that haue made me old,
Shall learne thee more then parents euer told.
For many furrowes in mine aged brow,
Yet these same furrowes may experience show thee
What wanton youth in time could neuer shew.
Those many winters that haue made me old,
Shall learne thee more then parents euer told.
Do not contemne me for my hoary lockes,
For they are beauteous, full of comelinesse,
And as the Goats that feede vpon the rockes,
Whose beard doe much adorne their raggednesse.
This beard, thou seest oreclad with hoary haire,
Is comely (loue) though not so passing faire.
For they are beauteous, full of comelinesse,
And as the Goats that feede vpon the rockes,
Whose beard doe much adorne their raggednesse.
This beard, thou seest oreclad with hoary haire,
Is comely (loue) though not so passing faire.
How well seemes hoary frost vpon greene grasse?
Flowers interlaid with winters gabard me,
Nought can endure for aye that euer was,
Clouds ouercast those beames which erst did shine.
Greene grasse with hoary frost doe well agree,
So would these hoary locks of mine with thee.
Flowers interlaid with winters gabard me,
Nought can endure for aye that euer was,
Clouds ouercast those beames which erst did shine.
Greene grasse with hoary frost doe well agree,
So would these hoary locks of mine with thee.
But thou doest feare I haue an old mans minde,
I will be iealous of thy beauty deare,
Doe not thinke so, thou shalt more honour finde,
In these same Armes of mine, thou needst not feare
I will be constant, for no iealous thought
Shall ere perswade my minde that thou art nought.
I will be iealous of thy beauty deare,
Doe not thinke so, thou shalt more honour finde,
In these same Armes of mine, thou needst not feare
I will be constant, for no iealous thought
Shall ere perswade my minde that thou art nought.
Ile leaue thee (Deere) I hope thou wilt conceiue,
A better satisfaction of my loue,
Or else be sure thy frowne shall dig my graue,
Which will beare record in the court aboue.
How being lou'd, yet would not loue againe,
Hast causde my Ghost reuiued to complaine.
A better satisfaction of my loue,
Or else be sure thy frowne shall dig my graue,
Which will beare record in the court aboue.
How being lou'd, yet would not loue againe,
Hast causde my Ghost reuiued to complaine.
FINIS.
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