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The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable

Constable, Henry (1562-1613)

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THE SHEEPHEARD'S SONG OF VENUS & ADONIS
 
DAMELUS' SONG TO HIS DIAPHENIA.
 
A PASTORALL SONG BETWEENE PHILLIS AND AMARILLIS, TWO NIMPHES, EACH AUNSWERING OTHER LINE FOR LINE.
 
TO HIS FLOCKS.
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TO THE Q.: AFTER HIS RETURNE OUTE OF ITALYE.
 
TO THE QUEENE: TOUCHING THE CRUELL EFFECTS OF HER PERFECTIONS.
 
TO THE Q.: UPON OCCASION OF A BOOKE HE WROTE, IN AN ANSWER TO CERTAYNE OBJECTIONS AGAINST HER PROCEEDINGS IN THE LOW-COUNTRYES.
 
TO THE K. OF SCOTS, WHOME AS YET HE HAD NOT SEENE.
 
TO THE K. OF SCOTS, TOUCHING THE SUBJECT OF HIS POEMS DEDICATED WHOLIE TO HEAVENLY MATTERS.
 
TO THE K. OF SCOTS, UPON OCCASION OF A SONNET THE K. WROTE IN COMPLAINT OF A CONTRARIE WIND WHICH HINDRED THE ARRIVALL OF THE QUEENE OUTE OF DENMARK. MDLXXXIX.
 
TO THE K. OF SCOTS UPON OCCASION OF HIS LONGE STAY IN DENMARKE BY REASON OF THE COLDNESSE OF THE WINTER AND FREEZING OF THE SEA.
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TO SEVERALL PERSONS UPON SUNDRYE OCCASIONS.
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COMPLAYNTS OF MISFORTUNES IN LOVE.
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OF THE END AND DEATH OF HIS LOVE.
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FOURE SONNETS TO SIR PHILLIP SIDNEY'S SOULE.
 
TO THE DIVINE PROTECTION OF THE LADIE ARBELLA, THE AUTHOR COMMENDETH BOTH HIS GRACE'S HONOURE AND HIS MVSE'S ÆTERNITIE.
 
OF THE DEATH OF MY LADIE RICH'S DAUGHTER. SHEWING THE REASON OF HER UNTIMELY DEATH HINDRED HER EFFECTING THOSE THINGS WHICH BY THE FORMER CALCULATION OF HER NATIVITYE HE FORETOLD.
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SPIRITUALL SONNETTES TO THE HONOUR OF GOD & HYS SAYNTES. BY H. C.

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DAMELUS' SONG TO HIS DIAPHENIA.

Diaphenia, like the Daffadowndillie,
White as the sunne, faire as the lillie,
Heigh hoe, how I doo love thee!
I doo love thee as my lambs
Are beloved of their Dams;
How blest were I if thou would'st proove me!
Diaphenia, like the spreading Roses,
That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses,
Faire sweete, how I doo love thee!
I doo love thee as each flower
Loves the sunne's life-giving power;
For dead, thy breath to life might moove me.
Diaphenia, like to all things blessed,
When all thy praises are expressed,
Deare Joy, how I doo love thee!
As the Birds doo love the spring,
Or the Bees their carefull King;
Then in requite, sweet Virgin, love me.
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