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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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