The plays & poems of Robert Greene Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins |
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LXVI
RADAGONS SONNET.
No cleare appeard vpon the azurd Skie,
A vale of stormes had shaddowed Phoebus face,
And in a sable mantle of disgrace,
Sate he that is ycleaptd heauens bright eye,
As though that he,
Perplext for Clitia, meant to leaue his place,
And wrapt in sorrowes did resolue to die:
For death to louers woes is euer nie:
Thus foulded in a hard and mournfull laze
Distrest sate hee.
A vale of stormes had shaddowed Phoebus face,
And in a sable mantle of disgrace,
Sate he that is ycleaptd heauens bright eye,
As though that he,
Perplext for Clitia, meant to leaue his place,
And wrapt in sorrowes did resolue to die:
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Thus foulded in a hard and mournfull laze
Distrest sate hee.
A mistie fogge had thickened all the ayre,
Iris sate solemne and denied her showers:
Flora in taunie hid vp all her flowers
And would not diaper her meads with faire,
As though that shee
Were armd vpon the barren earth to lowre.
Vnto the founts Diana nild repaire,
But sate as ouershadowed with despaire,
Solemne and sad within a withered bower
Her Nymphes and she.
Iris sate solemne and denied her showers:
Flora in taunie hid vp all her flowers
And would not diaper her meads with faire,
As though that shee
Were armd vpon the barren earth to lowre.
Vnto the founts Diana nild repaire,
But sate as ouershadowed with despaire,
Solemne and sad within a withered bower
Her Nymphes and she.
Mars malecontent lay sick on Venus knee,
Venus in dumps sat muffled with a frowne,
Iuno laid all her frollick humors downe,
And Ioue was all in dumps as well as she:
Twas Fates decree.
For Neptune (as he ment the world to drown)
Heaud vp his surges to the highest tree,
And leagud with Eol, mard the Seamans glee,
Beating the Cedars with his billows downe,
Thus wroth was hee.
Venus in dumps sat muffled with a frowne,
Iuno laid all her frollick humors downe,
And Ioue was all in dumps as well as she:
Twas Fates decree.
For Neptune (as he ment the world to drown)
Heaud vp his surges to the highest tree,
And leagud with Eol, mard the Seamans glee,
Beating the Cedars with his billows downe,
Thus wroth was hee.
My mistris deynes to shew hir sunbright face,
The ayre cleard vp, the clowds did fade away,
Phoebus was frollick when she did display,
The gorgious bewties, that her frunt do grace,
So that when shee
But walkt abroad, the stormes then fled away.
Flora did checker all her treading place,
And Neptune calmde the surges with his mace,
Diana and hir Nimphes were blithe and gaie,
When her they see.
The ayre cleard vp, the clowds did fade away,
Phoebus was frollick when she did display,
The gorgious bewties, that her frunt do grace,
So that when shee
But walkt abroad, the stormes then fled away.
Flora did checker all her treading place,
And Neptune calmde the surges with his mace,
Diana and hir Nimphes were blithe and gaie,
When her they see.
Venus and Mars agreed in a smile:
And iealous Iuno ceased now to lowre,
Ioue saw her face and sighed in his bowre:
Iris and Eol laugh within a while
To see this glee:
Ah borne was she within a happy howre
That makes heauen, earth, and gods and all to smile,
Such wonders can her beauteous lookes compile,
To cleare the world from any froward lowre,
Ah blest be shee.
And iealous Iuno ceased now to lowre,
Ioue saw her face and sighed in his bowre:
Iris and Eol laugh within a while
To see this glee:
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That makes heauen, earth, and gods and all to smile,
Such wonders can her beauteous lookes compile,
To cleare the world from any froward lowre,
Ah blest be shee.
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