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CHLORIS,

or THE COMPLAINT of the passionate despised Shepheard.

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TO THE MOST EXCELLENT and learned Shepheard Collin Cloute.

To all Shepheards in generall.

SONNET 1.

[Cvrteous Caliope, vouchsafe to lend]

Cvrteous Caliope, vouchsafe to lend
Thy helping hand to my vntuned song,
And grace these lines, which I to write pretend,
Compeld by loue, which doth poore Corin wrong.
And those thy sacred sisters I beseech,
Which on Parnassaes mount do euer dwell,
To shield my countrie muse and rurall speech,
By their diuine authoritie and spell.
Lastly to thee ô Pan, the Shepheards King,
And you swift footed Dryades I call:
Attend to heare a swaine in verse to sing
Sonnets of hir that keepes his hart in thrall:
O Chloris waigh the taske I vndertake,
Thy beautie subiect of my song I make.

SONNET 2.

[Thy beautie subiect of my song I make]

Thy beautie subiect of my song I make,
O fairest faire, on whom depends my life,
Refuse not then the taske I vndertake,
To please thy rage, and to appease my strife.
But with one smile remunerate my toile,
None other guerdon, I of thee desire.
Giue not my lowly muse new-hatcht the foile,
But warmth that she may at the length aspire
Vnto the temples of thy star-bright eies,
Vpon whose round orbs perfect beautie sits,
From whence such glorious christall beames arise,
As best my Chloris seemly face befits.
Which eies, which beautie, which bright christall beame,
Which face of thine hath made my loue extreame.

SONNET 3.

[Feede silly sheepe although your keeper pineth]

Feede silly sheepe although your keeper pineth,
Yet like to Tantalus doth see his foode.
Skip you and leape, now bright Apollo shineth,
Whilst I bewaile my sorrowes in yon wood.
Where wofull Philomela doth record,
And sings with notes of sad and dire lament,
The tragedie wrought by hir sisters Lord,
Ile beare a part in hir blacke discontent.
That pipe which erst was woont to make you glee,
Vpon these downes whereon you carelesse graze,
Shall to hir mournfull musicke tuned be.
Let not my plaints poore lambkins you amaze.
There vnderneath that darke and duskie bowre,
Whole showres of teares to Chloris I will powre.

SONNET 4.

[Whole showres of teares to Chloris I will powre]

Whole showres of teares to Chloris I will powre,
As true oblations of my sincere loue,
If that will not suffice most fairest flowre,
Then shall my sighes thee vnto pitie moue.
If neither teares nor sighes can ought preuaile,
My streaming blood thine anger shall appease,
This hand of mine by vigor shall assaile,
To teare my hart asunder thee to please.
Celestiall powres on you I inuocate,
You know the chaste affections of my minde,
I neuer did my faith yet violate,
Why should my Chloris then be so vnkinde?
That neither tears, nor sighs, nor streaming blood,
Can vnto mercy moue hir cruell mood.

SONNET 5.

[You Fawnes and Siluans, when my Chloris brings]

You Fawnes and Siluans, when my Chloris brings
Hir flocks to water in your pleasant plaines,
Sollicite hir to pitie Corins stings,
The smart whereof for hir he still sustaines.
For she is ruthlesse of my wofull song.
My oaten reede she not delights to heare.
O Chloris, Chloris, Corine thou dost wrong,
Who loues thee better than his owne hart deere.
The flames of Aetna are not halfe so hot,
As is the fire which thy disdaine hath bred.
Ah cruell fates, why do you then besot
Poore Corins soule with loue when loue is fled.
Either cause cruell Chloris to relent,
Or let me die vpon the wound she sent.

SONNET 6.

[You lofty Pines copartners of my wo]

You lofty Pines copartners of my wo,
When Chloris sitteth vnderneath your shade,
To hir those sighes and teares I pray you sho,
Whilst you attending I for hir haue made.
Whilst you attending, dropped haue sweet balme,
In token that you pitie my distresse,
Zephirus hath your stately boughes made calme.
Whilst I to you my sorrowes did expresse.
The neighbor mountaines bended haue their tops,
When they haue heard my rufull melodie,
And Elues in rings about me leaps and hops,
To frame my passions to their iollitie.
Resounding Ecchoes from their obscure caues,
Reitterate what most my fancie craues.

SONNET 7.

[What neede I mourne? seeing Pan our sacred King]

What neede I mourne? seeing Pan our sacred King
Was of that nimph faire Syrinx coy disdained,
The worlds great light which comforteth each thing,
All comfortlesse for Daphnes sake remained.
If gods can finde no helpe to heale the sore
Made by loues shafts, which pointed are with fire.
Vnhappy Corine then thy chaunce deplore,
Sith they dispaire by wanting their desire.
I am not Pan though I a shepheard bee,
Yet is my loue as faire as Syrinx was.
My songs cannot with Phœbus tunes agree,
Yet Chloris doth his Daphnes far surpas.
How much more faire by so much more vnkinde,
Than Syrinx coy, or Daphnes I hir finde.

SONNET 8.

[No sooner had faire Phœbus trimd his car]

No sooner had faire Phœbus trimd his car,
Being newly risen from Auroraes bed,
But I in whom dispaire and hope did war,
My vnpend flocke vnto the mountaines led.
Tripping vpon the snowe soft downes I spide
Three nimphs more fairer than those beauties three,
Which did appeere to Paris on mount Ide,
Comming more neere my goddesse I there see.
For she the field nimphes oftentimes doth haunt,
To hunt with them the fierce and sauage bore,
And hauing sported virelaies they chaunt,
Whilst I vnhappy helplesse cares deplore.
There did I call to hir, ah too vnkinde,
But tyger like, of me she had no minde.

SONNET 9.

[Vnto the fountaine where faire Diana chaste]

Vnto the fountaine where faire Diana chaste
The proud Acteon turned to a Hart
I droue my flocke that water sweete to taste,
Cause from the welkin Phœbus gan depart.
There did I see the nymph whom I admire.
Remembring hir locks, of which the yellow hew:
Made blush the beauties of hir curled wire,
Which Ioue himselfe with woonder well might view.
Then red with ire, hir tresses she berent,
And weeping hid the beautie of hir face:
Whilst I amazed, at hir discontent
With teares and sighs do humbly sue for grace:
But she regarding neither teares nor mone,
Flies from the fountaine leauing me alone.

SONNET 10.

[Am I a Gorgon? that she doth me flie]

Am I a Gorgon? that she doth me flie,
Or was I hatched in the riuer Nyle?
Or doth my Chloris stand in doubt that I
With Syren songs do seeke hir to beguyle?
If any one of these she can obiect
Gainst me which chaste affected loue protest,
Then might my fortunes by hir frownes be checkt,
And blamelesse she from scandall free might rest.
But seeing I am no hideous monster borne,
But haue that shape which other men do beare,
Which forme great Iupiter did neuer scorne,
Amongst his subiects heere on earth to weare.
Why should she then that soule with sorrow fill,
Which vowed hath to loue and serue hir still.

SONNET 11.

[Tell me my deere what mooues thy ruthlesse minde]

Tell me my deere what mooues thy ruthlesse minde
To be so cruell, seeing thou art so faire?
Did Nature frame thy beautie so vnkinde?
Or dost thou scorne to pitie my despaire?
O no it was not natures ornament,
But winged loues vnpartiall cruell wound,
Which in my hart is euer permanent,
Vntill my Chloris make me whole and sound.
O glorious loue-god thinke on my harts griefe,
Let not thy vassaile pine through deepe disdaine,
By wounding Chloris I shall finde reliefe,
If thou impart to hir some of my paine.
She doth thy temples and thy shrines abiect,
They with Amintas flowers by me are deckt.

SONNET 12.

[Cease eies to weepe sith none bemones your weeping]

Cease eies to weepe sith none bemones your weeping,
Leaue of good muse to sound the cruell name
Of my loues Queene which hath my hart in keeping,
Yet of my loue doth make a iesting game.
Long hath my sufferance labored to inforce,
One pearle of pitie from hir pretty eies,
Whilst I with restles Oceans of remorce
Bedew the banks where my faire Chloris lies,
Where my faire Chloris baths hir tender skin,
And doth triumph to see such riuers fall
From those moist springs, which neuer dry haue bin
Since she their honor hath detain'de in thrall.
And still she scornes one fauoring smile to showe
Vnto those waues proceeding from my woe.

A dreame. SONNET. 13.

What time faire Titan in the Zenith sate,
And equally the fixed poles did heate,
When to my flocke my daily woes I chate,
And vnderneath a broad beech tooke my seate:
The dreaming god which Morpheus Poets call,
Augmenting fuell to my Aetnas fire,
With sleepe possessing my weake sences all,
In apparitions makes my hopes aspire.
Me thought I saw the Nimph I would imbrace,
With armes abroad comming to me for helpe,
A lust-led Satyre hauing hir in chace
Which after hir, about the fields did yelpe.
I seeing my loue in perplexed plight,
A sturdy bat from of an oke I reft,
And with the rauishor continue fight
Till breathlesse I vpon the earth him left.
Then when my coy Nimph saw hir breathlesse foe,
With kisses kinde she gratifies my paine,
Protesting neuer rigor more to showe.
Happy was I this good hap to obtaine,
But drowsie slumbers flying to their cell,
My sudden ioy conuerted was to bale,
My wonted sorrowes still with me do dwell.
I looked round about on hill and dale,
But I could neither my faire Chloris view,
Nor yet the Satyre which erst while I slew.

SONNET 14.

[Moornfull Amintas thou didst pine with care]

Moornfull Amintas thou didst pine with care,
Bicause the fates by their vntimely doome,
Of life bereft thy louing Phillis faire:
When thy loues spring did first begin to bloome.
My care doth counteruaile that care of thine,
And yet my Chloris drawes hir angrie breath,
My hopes still hoping hopelesse now repine,
For liuing she doth adde to me but death.
Thy Phillis dying, loued thee full deere,
My Chloris liuing, hates poore Coryns loue,
Thus doth my woe as great as thine appeere,
Though sundry accents both our sorrowes moue.
Thy swan-like songs, did shew thy dying anguish:
These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish.

SONNET 15.

[These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish]

These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish,
My wofull wailings tels my discontent,
Yet Chloris nought esteemeth of mine anguish,
My thrilling throbs hir hart cannot relent.
My Kids to heare, the rimes and round delaies
Which I on wastefull hils was wont to sing:
Did more delight then Larke in sommer daies,
Whose eccho made the neighbour groues to ring.
But now my flocke all drooping bleates and cries,
Bicause my pipe the author of their sport,
All rent and torne, and vnrespected lies,
Their lamentations do my cares consort.
They cease to feede and listen to the plaint,
Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint.

SONNET 16.

[Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint]

Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint,
Who mercilesse my praiers doth attend:
Who Tiger-like doth pittie my complaint,
And neuer eare vnto my woes will lend.
But still false hope dispairing life deludes,
And tels my fancie I shall grace obtaine,
But Chloris faire my orisons concludes
With fearfull frownes presagers of my paine.
Thus do I spend the weary wandring day,
Oppressed with a Chaos of harts griefe,
Thus I consume the obscure night away,
Neglecting sleepe which brings all cares reliefe,
Thus I passe my ling'ring life in woe,
But when my blisse will come I do not knoe.

SONNET 17.

[The perils which Leander tooke in hand]

The perils which Leander tooke in hand,
Faire Heros loue and fauor to obtaine:
When void of feare securely leauing land,
Through Hellespont he swam to Cestos maine,
His dangers should not counterpoise my toile.
If my deere loue would once but pittie showe,
To quench these flames which in my breast do broile,
Or dry these springs which from mine eies do flowe:
Not onely Hellespont but Ocean seas,
For hir sweete sake to forde I would attempt.
So that my trauels would hir ire appeas,
My soule from thrall and languish to exempt,
O what ist not poore I would vndertake,
If labor could my peace with Chloris make.

SONNET 18.

[My Loue, I cannot thy rare beauties place]

My Loue, I cannot thy rare beauties place
Vnder those formes which many writers vse,
Some like to stones compare their mistres face:
Some in the name of flowers do loue abuse:
Some makes their loue a goldsmiths shop to be,
Where orient pearles and pretious stones abounde.
In my conceite these farre do disagree,
The perfect praise of beautie foorth to sounde.
O Chloris thou dost imitate thy selfe,
Selfs imitating passeth pretious stones,
Or all the Easterne Indian golden pelfe:
Thy red and white with purest faire attones,
Matchlesse for beautie nature hath thee framed,
Onely vnkinde, and cruell thou art named.

SONNET 19.

[The Hound by eating grasse doth finde reliefe]

The Hound by eating grasse doth finde reliefe,
For being sicke it is his choysest meate:
The wounded Hart doth ease his paine and griefe
If he the herbe Dictamion may eate:
The loathsome Snake renewes his sight againe:
When he casts off his withered coate and hue:
The skie bred Eagle fresh age doth obtaine
When he his beake decaied doth renue.
I woorse then these whose sore no salue can cure,
Whose griefe no herbe, nor plant nor tree can ease,
Remedilesse I still must paine indure,
Till I my Chloris furious moode can please:
She like the Scorpion gaue to me a wound,
And like the Scorpion she must make me sound.

SONNET 20.

[Yee wastefull woods beare witnes of my woe]

Yee wastefull woods beare witnes of my woe,
Wherein my plaints did oftentimes abound:
Yee carelesse birds my sorrowes well do knoe,
They in your songs were wont to make a sound.
Thou pleasant spring canst record likewise beare
Of my designes and sad disparagment,
When thy transparent billowes mingled weare
With those downfals which from mine eies were sent.
The eccho of my still-lamenting cries,
From hallow vaults in treble voice resoundeth,
And then into the emptie aire it flies,
And backe againe from whence it came reboundeth.
That Nimphe vnto my clamors doth replie,
Being likewise scornd in loue as well as I.

SONNET 21.

[Being likewise scornd in loue as well as I]

Being likewise scornd in loue as well as I
By that selfe-louing boy, which did disdaine
To heare hir after him for loue to crie,
For which in dens obscure she doth remaine:
Yet doth she answer to ech speech and voice,
And renders backe the last of what we speake,
(But 'specially if she might haue hir choice,
She of vnkindnes would hir talke foorth breake.)
She loues to heare of loues most sacred name,
Although poore nimph in loue she was despised;
And euer since she hides hir head for shame,
That hir true meaning was so lightly prised:
She pittying me, part of my woes doth beare,
As you good shepheards listning now shall heare.

SONNET 22.

[O fairest faire to thee I make my plaint]

O fairest faire to thee I make my plaint,
To thee from whom my cause of grief doth spring,
Attentiue be vnto the grones sweete Saint,
Which vnto thee in dolefull tunes I sing.
My mornefull muse doth alwaies speake of thee,
My loue is pure ô do it not disdaine,
With bitter sorrow still oppresse not mee,
But mildly looke vpon me which complaine.
Kill not my true-affecting thoughts, but giue
Such pretious balme of comfort to my hart,
That casting off dispaire in hope to liue,
I may finde helpe at length to ease my smart,
So shall you adde such courage to my loue,
That fortune false my faith shall not remoue.

SONNET 23.

[The Phœnix faire which rich Arabia breedes]

The Phœnix faire which rich Arabia breedes,
When wasting time, expires hir tragedy.
No more on Phœbus radiant raise she feedes,
But heapeth vp great store of spicery.
And on a loftie towring Cedar tree,
With heauenly substance she hir selfe consumes,
From whence she yoong againe appeeres to bee,
Out of the Cinders of hir peerelesse plumes.
So I which long haue fried in loues flame,
The fire not made of spice but sighes and teares,
Reuiue againe in hope disdaine to shame,
And put to flight the Author of my feares.
Hir eies reuiue decaying life in me,
Though they augmenters of my thraldome be.

SONNET 24.

[Though they augmenters of my thraldome be]

Though they augmenters of my thraldome be,
For hir I liue and hir I loue and none els:
O then faire eies looke mildly vpon me,
Who poore despisde, forlorne must liue alone els,
And like Amintas haunt the desart cels
(And monelesse there breath out thy crueltie)
Where none but care and Melancholy dwels.
I for reuenge to Nemesis will crie;
If that will not preuaile my wandring ghoste,
Which breathles heere this loue scorcht trunck shall leaue,
Shall vnto thee with tragicke tidings poste,
How thy disdaine did life from soule bereaue.
Then all too late my death thou wilt repent,
When murthers guilt thy conscience shall torment.

SONNET 25.

[Who doth not know that loue is triumphant]

Who doth not know that loue is triumphant,
Sitting vpon the throne of Maiestie,
The gods themselues his cruell darts do daunt,
And he blind boy smiles at their miserie?
Loue made great Ioue ofttimes transforme his shape.
Loue made the fierce Alcides stoop at last.
Achillis stout and bold, could not escape
The direfull doome which loue vpon him cast.
Loue made Leander passe the dreadfull flood
Which Cestos from Abydos doth deuide.
Loue made a Chaos where proud Ilion stood,
Through loue the Carthaginian Dido dide.
Thus may we see how loue doth rule & raignes,
Bringing those vnder, which his power disdaines.

SONNET 26.

[Though you be faire and beautifull withall]

Though you be faire and beautifull withall,
And I am blacke for which you me despise,
Know that your beauty subiect is to fall
Though you esteeme it at so high a prise.
And time may come when that whereof you boast,
(Which is your youths chief wealth and ornament)
Shall withered be by winters raging froast,
When beauties pride and flowring yeeres are spent.
Then wilt thou morne when none shall thee respect:
Then wilt thou think how thou hast scornd my tears,
Then pitilesse ech one will thee neglect,
When hoary gray shall die thy yellow hears.
Then wilt thou thinke vpon poore Corins case,
Who lou'd thee deere yet liu'd in thy disgrace.

SONNET 27.

[O Loue leaue of with sorrow to torment mee]

O Loue leaue of with sorrow to torment mee,
Let my harts griefe and pining paine content thee.
The breach is made I giue thee leaue to enter,
Thee to resist great god I dare not venter.
Restlesse desire doth aggrauate mine anguish,
Carefull conceits do fill my soule with languish.
Be not too cruell in thy conquest gained,
Thy deadly shafts hath victory obtained.
Batter no more my forte with fierce affection,
But shield me captiue vnder thy protection.
I yeeld to thee O Loue thou art the stronger,
Raise then thy siege, and trouble me no longer.

SONNET 28.

[What cruell star or fate had domination]

What cruell star or fate had domination
When I was borne, that thus my loue is crossed?
Or from what Planet had I deriuation
That thus my life in seas of woe is tossed?
Doth any liue that euer had such hap
That all their actions are of none effect?
Whom fortune neuer dandled in hir lap
But as an abiect still doth me reiect,
Ah fickle dame, and yet thou constant art
My daily griefe and anguish to increase,
And to augment the troubles of my hart
Thou of these bonds wilt neuer me release.
So that thy darlings me to be may know,
The true Idea of all worldly woe.

SONNET 29.

[Some in their harts their Mistres colours bears]

Some in their harts their Mistres colours bears,
Some hath hir gloues, some other hath hir garters,
Some in a bracelet weares hir golden hears,
And some with kisses seale their louing charters.
But I which neuer fauor reaped yet,
Nor had one pleasant looke from hir faire brow,
Content my selfe in silent shade to sit
In hope at length my cares to ouerplow.
Meane while mine eies shall feede on hir faire face,
My sighs shall tell to hir my sad designes,
My painefull pen shall euer sue for grace
To helpe my hart, which languishing now pines.
And I will triumph still amidst my woe
Till mercy shall my sorrowes ouerflowe.

SONNET 30.

[The raging sea within his limits lies]

The raging sea within his limits lies
And with an ebbe his flowing doth discharge,
The riuers when beyond their bounds they ries,
Themselues do emptie in the Ocean large:
But my loues sea which neuer limit keepeth,
Which neuer ebs but alwaies euer floweth,
In liquid salt vnto my Chloris weepeth,
Yet frustrate are the teares which he bestoweth:
This sea which first was but a little spring
Is now so great and far beyond all reason,
That it a deluge to my thoughts doth bring,
Which ouerwhelmed hath my ioying season.
So hard and dry is my Saints cruell minde,
These waues no way in hir to sinke can finde.

SONNET 31.

[These waues no way in hir to sinke can finde]

These waues no way in hir to sinke can finde
To penetrate the pith of contemplation,
These teares cannot dissolue hir hardned minde,
Nor mooue hir hart on me to take compassion:
O then poore Coryne scornd and quite despized,
Loath now to liue since life procures thy woe,
Enough thou hast thy hart anatomized
For hir sweete sake which will no pittie shoe:
But as colde winters stormes and nipping frost,
Can neuer change sweet Amaranthus hue,
So though my loue and life by hir are crost;
My hart shall still be constant firme and true.
Although Erynnis hinders Hymens rites,
My fixed faith against obliuion fites.

SONNET 32.

[My fixed faith against obliuion fights]

My fixed faith against obliuion fights,
And I cannot forget her pretty elfe,
(Although she cruell be vnto my plights)
Yet let me rather cleane forget my selfe,
Then hir sweete name out of my minde should goe,
Which is th' Elixar of my pining soule,
From whence the essence of my life doth floe,
Whose beautie rare my sences all controule,
Themselues most happie euermore accounting,
That such a nymph is Queene of their affection,
With rauisht rage they to the skies are mounting,
Esteeming not their thraldome nor subiection,
But still do ioy amidst their miserie,
With patience bearing loues captiuitie.

SONNET 33.

[With patience bearing loues captiuitie]

With patience bearing loues captiuitie
Themselues vnguiltie of his wrath alleaging,
These homely lines abiects of Poesie
For libertie and for their ransome pleadging,
And being free they solemnly do vowe,
Vnder his banner euer armes to beare
Against those rebels which do disallowe
That loue of blisse should be the soueraigne heire:
And Chloris if these weeping truce-men may
One sparke of pittie from thine eies obtaine,
In recompence of their sad heauie lay;
Poore Coryne shall thy faithfull friend remaine,
And what I say I euer will approue,
No ioy may be compared to thy loue.

SONNET 34.

[The birde of Thrace which doth bewaile hir rape]

The birde of Thrace which doth bewaile hir rape,
And murthred Itis eaten by his sire,
When she hir woes in dolefull tunes doth shape,
She sets hir brest against a thornie brire,
Because care-charmer sleepe should not disturbe
The tragicke tale which to the night she tels,
She doth hir rest and quietnes thus curbe
Amongst the groues where secret silence dwels.
Euen so I wake, and waking waile all night,
Chloris vnkindnes slumbers doth expell,
I need not thornes sweete sleepe to put to flight,
Hir crueltie my golden rest doth quell:
That day and night to me are alwaies one,
Consum'd in woe, in teares, in sighes and mone.

SONNET 35.

[Like to the shipman in his brittle boate]

Like to the shipman in his brittle boate,
Tossed aloft by the vnconstant winde,
By dangerous rocks, and whirling gulfes doth floate,
Hoping at length the wished Porte to finde:
So doth my loue in stormy billowes saile,
And passeth the gaping Scillaes waues,
In hope at length with Chloris to preuaile
And win that prize which most my fancie craues:
Which vnto me of value will be more,
Then was that rich and welthie golden fleece,
Which Iason stout from Colchos Iland bore
With winde in sailes vnto the shore of Greece.
More rich, more rare, more woorth hir loue I prize
Then all the wealth which vnder heauen lies.

SONNET 36.

[O what a wound and what a deadly stroke]

O what a wound and what a deadly stroke,
Doth Cupid giue to vs perplexed louers?
Which cleaues more fast, then Iuie doth to oke,
Vnto our harts where he his might discouers.
Though warlike Mars were armed at all points,
With that tride coate which fierie Vulcan made,
Loues shaftes did penetrate his steeled ioints,
And in his breast in streaming gore did wade,
So pittiles is this fell conquerer:
That in his mothers paps his arrowes stucke,
Such is his rage that he doth not defer,
To wound those orbs from whence he life did sucke.
Then sith no mercy he shewes to his mother,
We meekely must his force and rigor smother.

SONNET 37.

[Each beast in field doth wish the morning light]

Each beast in field doth wish the morning light,
The birds to Hesper pleasant laies do sing:
The wanton kids well fed reioice in night,
Being likewise glad when day begins to spring.
But night nor day are welcome vnto me,
Both can beare witnes of my lamentation,
All day sad sighing Corine you shall see,
All night he spends in teares and exclamation.
Thus still I liue although I take no rest:
But liuing looke as one that is a dying:
Thus my sad soule with care and griefe opprest,
Seemes as a ghost to Styx and Lethe flying.
Thus hath fond loue bereft my youthfull yeeres,
Of all good hap before old age appeeres.

SONNET 38.

[That day wherein mine eies cannot hir see]

That day wherein mine eies cannot hir see,
Which is the essence of their christall sight,
Both blinde, obscure and dimme that day they bee,
And are debarred of faire heauens light,
That day wherein mine eares do want to heare hir,
Hearing that day is from me quite bereft,
That day wherein to touch I come not neer hir,
That day no sence of touching I haue left,
That day wherein I lacke the fragrant smell,
Which from hir pleasant amber breath proceedeth,
Smelling that day disdaines with me to dwell,
Onely weake hope my pining carcase feedeth.
But burst poore hart thou hast no better hope,
Since all thy sences haue no further scope.

SONNET 39.

[The stately Lion and the furious Beare]

The stately Lion and the furious Beare
The skill of man doth alter from their kinde,
For where before they wilde and sauage were,
By art both tame and meeke, you shall them finde.
The Elephant although a mighty beast,
A man may rule according to his skill,
The lustie horse obaieth our beheast,
For with the Curbe you may him guide at will:
Although the flint most hard containes the fire,
By force we do his vertue soone obtaine,
For with a steele you shall haue your desire,
Thus man may all things by industry gaine;
Onely a woman if she list not loue,
No art, nor force, can vnto pitie moue.

SONNET 40.

[No Arte nor force can vnto pittie moue]

No Arte nor force can vnto pittie moue
Hir stonie hart that makes my hart to pant:
No pleading passions of my extreame loue
Can mollifie hir minde of adamant.
Ah cruell sex, and foe to all mankinde:
Either you loue or els you hate too much:
A glistring shew of golde in you we finde,
And yet you prooue but copper in the touch.
But why? O why? do I so farre digresse?
Nature you made of pure and fairest molde,
The pompe and glory of man to depresse,
And as your slaues in thraldome them to holde:
Which by experience now too well I proue,
There is no paine vnto the paines of loue.

SONNET 41.

[Faire Shepheardesse when as these rusticke lines]

Faire Shepheardesse when as these rusticke lines
Comes to thy sight, waigh but with what affection
Thy seruile doth depaint his sad desines,
Which to redres of thee he makes election.
If so you scorne you kill, if you seeme coye
You wound poore Corine to the very hart:
If that you smile you shall increase his ioye:
If these you like you banish do all smart.
And this I do protest most fairest faire,
My muse shall neuer cease that hill to clime,
To which the learned Muses do repaire,
And all to deifie thy name in rime.
And neuer none shall write with truer minde,
As by all proofe and triall you shall finde.

SONNET 42.

[Dye, dye, my hopes for you do but augment]

Dye, dye, my hopes for you do but augment
The burning accents of my deepe despaire,
Disdaine and scorne, your downfall do consent,
Tell to the world she is vnkinde, yet faire.
O eies close vp those euer-running fountaines,
For pitilesse are all the teares you shed
Wherewith you watred haue both dales and mountaines,
I see, I see, remorce from hir is fled.
Packe hence yee sighs into the empty aire,
Into the aire that none your sound may heare,
Sith cruell Chloris hath of you no care,
Although she once esteemed you full deare.
Let Sable night all your disgraces couer,
Yet truer sighes were neuer sigh't by louer.

SONNET 43.

[Thou glorious sunne, from whence my lesser light]

Thou glorious sunne, from whence my lesser light
The substance of his christall shine doth borrow,
Let these my mones finde fauor in thy sight,
And with remorce extinguish now my sorrow.
Renew those lampes which thy disdaine hath quenched,
As Phœbus doth his sister Phœbes shine,
Consider how thy Coryne being drenched
In seas of woe, to thee his plaints incline.
And at thy feete with teares doth sue for grace,
Which art the goddesse of his chast desire,
Let not thy frowns these labors poore deface
Although aloft they at the first aspire.
And time shall come as yet vnknowne to men
When I more large thy praises foorth shall pen.

SONNET 44.

[When I more large thy praises foorth shall show]

When I more large thy praises foorth shall show,
That all the world thy beauty shall admire,
Desiring that most sacred Nimph to know
Which hath the sheapherds fancie set on fire,
Till then my deere let these thine eies content,
Till then faire loue thinke if I merit fauor,
Till then O let thy mercifull assent
Relish my hopes with some comforting sauor,
So shall you adde such courage to my muse,
That she shall clime the steep Parnasaes hill,
That learned Poets shall my deeds peruse
When I from thence obtained haue more skill.
And what I sing shall alwaies be of thee
As long as life or breath remaines in me.

SONNET 45.

[When she was borne whom I intirely loue]

When she was borne whom I intirely loue,
Th' immortall gods hir birth-rites foorth to grace
Descending from their glorious seat aboue,
They did on hir these seuerall vertues place.
First Saturne gaue to hir sobriety,
Ioue then indued hir with comelines,
And Sol with wisedome did hir beautify,
Mercurie with wit and knowledge did hir bles,
Venus with beautie did all parts bedeck,
Luna therewith did modesty combine,
Diana chast all loose desires did check,
And like a lampe in cleernes she doth shine.
But Mars according to his stubborne kinde,
No vertue gaue, but a disdainefull minde.

SONNET 46.

[When Chloris first with hir hart-robbing-eie]

When Chloris first with hir hart-robbing-eie
Inchaunted had my silly sences all,
I little did respect loues crueltie,
I neuer thought his snares should me enthrall:
But since hir tresses haue intangled me,
My pining flocke did neuer heare me sing
Those ioly notes which earst did make them glee,
Nor do my kids about me leape and spring,
As they were wont, but when they heare me crie
They likewise crie and fill the aire with bleating:
Then do my sheepe vpon the cold earth lie,
And feede no more, my griefes they are repeating.
O Chloris if thou then sawest them and me
I'am sure thou wouldste both pitie them and me.

SONNET 47.

[I need not tell thee of the lilly white]

I need not tell thee of the lilly white,
Nor of the roseat red which doth thee grace,
Nor of thy golden haires like Phœbus bright,
Nor of the beautie of thy fairest face.
Nor of thine eies which heauenly stars excell,
Nor of thine azurde vaines which are so cleere,
Nor of thy paps where Loue himselfe doth dwell,
Which like two hils of violets appeere.
Nor of thy tender sides, nor belly soft,
Nor of thy goodly thighes as white as snow,
Whose glory to my fancie seemeth oft,
That like an arch triumphall they do show.
All these I know that thou dost know too well,
But of thy hart too cruell I thee tell.

SONNET 48.

[But of thy hart too cruell I thee tell]

But of thy hart too cruell I thee tell,
Which hath tormented my yoong budding age,
And doth (vnlesse your mildnes passions quell)
My vtter ruine neere at hand presage.
Insteed of blood which wont was to display
His ruddy red vpon my hearlesse face,
By ouer greeuing that is fled away,
Pale dying colour there hath taken place.
Those curled locks which thou wast wont to twist
Vnkempt, vnshorne, and out of order beene,
Since my disgrace I had of them no list,
Since when these eies no ioyfull day haue seene,
Nor neuer shall till you renue againe
The mutuall loue, which did possesse vs twaine.

SONNET 49.

[You that imbrace inchaunting Poesie]

You that imbrace inchaunting Poesie,
Be gratious to perplexed Coryns lines.
You that do feele loues proud authoritie,
Helpe me to sing my sighs and sad designes.
Chloris requite not faithful loue with scorne,
But as thou oughtest haue commiseration,
I haue ynough anatomized and torne
My hart, thereof to make a pure oblation.
Likewise consider how thy Coryne priseth
Thy parts aboue each absolute perfection,
How he of euery pretious thing deuiseth
To make thee soueraigne, grant me then affection.
Els thus I prise thee, Chloris is alone
More hard then gold, or pearle, or pretious stone.

SONNET 50.

[Colin I know that in thy loftie wit]

Colin I know that in thy loftie wit
Thou wilt but laugh at these my youthfull lines,
Content I am, they should in silence sit,
Obscurd from light, to sing their sad designes:
But that it pleased thy graue shepherdhood
The Patron of my maiden verse to bee,
When I in doubt of raging Enuie stood,
And now I waigh not who shall Chloris see.
For fruit before it comes to full perfection
But blossomes is, as euery man doth know:
So these being bloomes, and vnder thy protection
In time I hope to ripenes more will grow.
And so I leaue thee to thy woorthy muse,
Desiring thee all faults heere to excuse.