Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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The Induction. |
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The Induction.
I that obscur'd haue fled the Sceane of Fame,
Intitling my conceits to nought but care,
I that haue liu'd a Phœnix in loues flame,
And felt that death I neuer would declare,
Now mount the Theater of this our age,
To plead my faith and Cupids cursed rage.
Intitling my conceits to nought but care,
I that haue liu'd a Phœnix in loues flame,
And felt that death I neuer would declare,
Now mount the Theater of this our age,
To plead my faith and Cupids cursed rage.
Oh you high sp'rited Paragons of witte,
That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch,
Whose sence is sound, whose words are feat and fitte,
Able to make the coyest eare to itch:
Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well,
These little loues, new crept from out the shell.
That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch,
Whose sence is sound, whose words are feat and fitte,
Able to make the coyest eare to itch:
Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well,
These little loues, new crept from out the shell.
And thou the true Octauia of our time,
Vnder whose worth, beauty was neuer matched,
The Genius of my Muse and ragged rime,
Smile on these little loues but lately hatched,
Who from the wrastling waues haue made retreate,
To pleade for life before thy iudgement seate.
Vnder whose worth, beauty was neuer matched,
The Genius of my Muse and ragged rime,
Smile on these little loues but lately hatched,
Who from the wrastling waues haue made retreate,
To pleade for life before thy iudgement seate.
And tho the fore-bred brothers they haue had,
(Who in theyr Swan-like songes Amintus wept)
For all their sweet-thought sighes had fortune bad,
And twice obscur'd in Cinthias circle slept:
Yet these (I hope) vnder your kind aspect,
(Most worthy Lady) shall escape neglect.
(Who in theyr Swan-like songes Amintus wept)
For all their sweet-thought sighes had fortune bad,
And twice obscur'd in Cinthias circle slept:
Yet these (I hope) vnder your kind aspect,
(Most worthy Lady) shall escape neglect.
And if these Infants of mine artlesse braine,
(Not by theyr worth, but by thy worthinesse)
A meane good liking of the learned gaine,
My Muse enfranchis'd from forgetfulnesse:
Shall hatch such breede in honour of thy name,
As moderne Poets shall admire the same.
(Not by theyr worth, but by thy worthinesse)
A meane good liking of the learned gaine,
My Muse enfranchis'd from forgetfulnesse:
Shall hatch such breede in honour of thy name,
As moderne Poets shall admire the same.
As moderne Poets shall admire the same,
I meane not you (you neuer matched men)
VVho brought the Chaos of our tongue in frame,
Through these Herculean labours of your pen:
I meane the meane, I meane no men diuine,
But such whose feathers are but waxt like mine.
I meane not you (you neuer matched men)
VVho brought the Chaos of our tongue in frame,
Through these Herculean labours of your pen:
I meane the meane, I meane no men diuine,
But such whose feathers are but waxt like mine.
Goe weeping Truce-men in your sighing weedes,
Vnder a great Mecænas I haue past you:
If so you come where learned Colin feedes
His louely flocke, packe thence and quickly haste you;
You are but mistes before so bright a sunne,
Who hath the Palme for deepe inuention wunne.
Vnder a great Mecænas I haue past you:
If so you come where learned Colin feedes
His louely flocke, packe thence and quickly haste you;
You are but mistes before so bright a sunne,
Who hath the Palme for deepe inuention wunne.
Kisse Delias hand for her sweet Prophets sake,
VVhose not affected but well couched teares:
Haue power, haue worth, a Marble minde to shake;
Whose fame, no Iron-age or time out weares.
Then lay you downe in Phillis lap and sleepe,
Vntill she weeping read, and reading weepe.
VVhose not affected but well couched teares:
Haue power, haue worth, a Marble minde to shake;
Whose fame, no Iron-age or time out weares.
Then lay you downe in Phillis lap and sleepe,
Vntill she weeping read, and reading weepe.
I that obscurd haue fled the scheane of fame,
Intitling my conceites to nought but care:
I that haue liu'd a Phœnix in loues flame,
And felt that death I neuer would declare:
Now mount the Theater of this our age,
To plead my faith and Cupids cursed rage.
Intitling my conceites to nought but care:
I that haue liu'd a Phœnix in loues flame,
And felt that death I neuer would declare:
Now mount the Theater of this our age,
To plead my faith and Cupids cursed rage.
Oh you high spirited paragons of witte,
That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch:
Whose sence is sound, whose wordes are feate and fitte,
Able to make the coyest eare to itch:
Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well,
These little loues new crept from out the shell.
That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch:
Whose sence is sound, whose wordes are feate and fitte,
Able to make the coyest eare to itch:
Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well,
These little loues new crept from out the shell.
And thou the' Ascrean Poet of our time,
Vnder whose stile conceit was neuer matched:
The Genius of my muse and ragged rime,
Smile on these little loues but latlie hatched:
VVho from the wrastling waues haue made retreate,
To pleade for life before thy Iudgement seate.
Vnder whose stile conceit was neuer matched:
The Genius of my muse and ragged rime,
Smile on these little loues but latlie hatched:
VVho from the wrastling waues haue made retreate,
To pleade for life before thy Iudgement seate.
And tho the fore-bred brothers they haue had,
(VVho in their Swan-like songes Amintas wept)
For all their sweet-thought sighes had fortune bad,
And twise obscurd in Cinthias circle slept:
Yet these I hope vnder your kinde aspect,
(Thow flower of knight-hood) shall escape neglect.
(VVho in their Swan-like songes Amintas wept)
For all their sweet-thought sighes had fortune bad,
And twise obscurd in Cinthias circle slept:
Yet these I hope vnder your kinde aspect,
(Thow flower of knight-hood) shall escape neglect.
And if these infants of mine artlesse braine,
(Not by their worth but by thy worthynes:)
A meane good liking of the learned gaine,
My muse enfranchisd from forgetfulnes:
Shall hatch such breede in honour of thy name,
As moderne Poets shall admire the same.
(Not by their worth but by thy worthynes:)
A meane good liking of the learned gaine,
My muse enfranchisd from forgetfulnes:
Shall hatch such breede in honour of thy name,
As moderne Poets shall admire the same.
As moderne Poets shall admire the same,
I meane not you (you neuer matched men,)
VVho brought the Chaos of our toung in frame,
Through these herculean labours of your pen:
I meane the meane, I meane no men deuine,
But such whose feathers are but waxt like mine.
I meane not you (you neuer matched men,)
VVho brought the Chaos of our toung in frame,
Through these herculean labours of your pen:
I meane the meane, I meane no men deuine,
But such whose feathers are but waxt like mine.
Goe weeping truce-men in your sighing weedes,
Vnder a great Mecenas I haue past you:
If so you come where learned Colin feedes,
His lowely flocke, pack thence and quicklie hast you,
You are but mistes before so bright a sunne,
VVho hath the palme for deepe inuention wunne.
Vnder a great Mecenas I haue past you:
If so you come where learned Colin feedes,
His lowely flocke, pack thence and quicklie hast you,
You are but mistes before so bright a sunne,
VVho hath the palme for deepe inuention wunne.
Kisse Delias hand for hir sweet Prophets sake,
VVhose not affected but well couched teares:
Haue power, haue worth a marble minde to shake,
VVhose fame no yron-age or time out weares:
Then lay you downe in Phillis lappe and sleepe,
Vntill she weeping read and reading weepe.
VVhose not affected but well couched teares:
Haue power, haue worth a marble minde to shake,
VVhose fame no yron-age or time out weares:
Then lay you downe in Phillis lappe and sleepe,
Vntill she weeping read and reading weepe.
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