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Mystrisse behold in this true-speaking Glasse.
Thy beauties Graces of all women rarest,
Where thou maist finde how largely they surpasse
And staine in glorious louelynesse the fayrest.
But read (sweete Mistrisse) and behold it neerer
Pondring my sorrowes outrage with some pitty,
Then shalt thou finde no worldly creature deerer,
Then thou to me, thy selfe, in each Loue ditty.
But in this mirrhor equally compare,
Thy match-lesse beauty, with mine endlesse griefe:
There like thy selfe, none can be found so faire.
Of chiefest paines, there are my paines the chiefe,
Betwixt these both, this one doubt thou shalt finde,
Whether are here, extreamest in their kinde.

SONNET II.

[Whiles with strong chaines, of hardy-tempered steele]

Whiles with strong chaines, of hardy-tempered steele,
I bound my thoughtes, still gadding fast and faster:
When they through time, the diffrences did feele,
Betwixt a mistrisse seruice and a maister.
Keeping in bondage iealously enthralled,
In prisons of neglect, his natures mildenesse.
Him I with sollitary studies walled,
By thraldome choaking his out-rageous wildenesse.

On whome, my carefull thoughtes I set to watche,
Guarding him closely, least he should out-issue:
To seeke thee (Laya) who still wrought to catch,
And traine my tender boy, that could not misse-you:
So you bewitcht him once, when he did kisse-you:
That by such sleightes, as neuer were found out
To serue your turne he dayly went about.

SONNET III.

[He when continuall vigill mou'd my watche]

He when continuall vigill mou'd my watche,
Some-deale by chance, with carefull guarde to slumber:
The prisons keyes, from them did slowly snatche,
Which of the fiue, were onely three by nomber:
The first was Sight, by which he searcht the wardes,
The next was Hearing, quickly to perceiue:
Least that the watch-men heard, which were his guardes:
Third, Touch, which Vulcanes cunning could deceiue.
These tho the Springes, Wardes, Boultes, or Gimbols were
The Miracles of Vulcanes forgery:
Laide open all for his escape: now there,
The watch-men grin'd for his impiety,
What crosses bred this contrariety:
That by these keyes, my thoughtes in chaines be left,
And by these keyes, I of myne hart bereft.

SONNET IIII.

[Laya soone sounding out his nature throughly]

Laya soone sounding out his nature throughly,
Found that he was, a Louely Virgin Boy:
Causelesse why did thou then, deale with him roughly,
Nor yet content with him, sometime to toy.

But iealouse kept, least he should runne from thee,
Whome if thou kindely meant to Loue, 'twas needelesse:
Doubting least that he should runne backe to mee,
If of him any deale, thou didst stand heedelesse.

Thou coop'st him in thy Clossets secret Corners,
And then thy heartes deere play-fellow didst make him,
Whome thou in person guardedst least suborners
Should worke his freelidge, or in secrete take him,
And to this instant, neuer would forsake him:
Since for softe seruice, slauish bondes bee change,
Why didst thou from, thy iealouse maister range?

SONNET V.

[It chaunced after, that an youthfull squier]

It chaunced after, that an youthfull squier,
Such as in courting, could the crafty guise,
Beheld light Laya, shee with fresh desier,
Hoping th' atchieuement of some richer prise:
Drew to the Courtier, who with tender kisse,
(As are their guilefull fashions which dissemble.)
First him saluted, then with forged blisse
Of doubtlesse hope, sweete wordes by pause did tremble.
So whiles shee sleightly gloas'd, with her new pray,
Mine hartes eye tending his false mistrisse traine:
Vnyoak't himselfe, & closely scap't away,
And to Parthenophe did poast amaine
For liberall pardon, which she did obtaine:
And iudge (Parthenophe) for thou canst tell,
That his escape from Laya, pleas'd mee well.

SONNET VI.

[Him when I caught, what chaines had I prouided]

Him when I caught, what chaines had I prouided,
What fetters had I fram'd, what lockes of reason:
What keyes of continence, had I deuised,
Impatient of the breach, gainst any treason.
But faire Parthenophe, did vrge me still,
To liberall pardon, for his former fault:
Which out alas, preuailed with my will,
Yet mou'd I bondes, least he should make default:
Which willingly shee seem'd to vndertake,
And saide, as I am virgine, I will bee
His bale, for this offence, & if he make
An other such vagare, take of mee
A pawne, for more assurance vnto thee.
Your Loue to me quoth I, your pawne shall make,
So that for his default, I forfeit take.

SONNET VII.

[Her Loue to mee shee foorthwith did impawne]

Her Loue to mee shee foorthwith did impawne,
And was content to set at liberty:
My trembling hart, which straight began to fawne,
Vpon his mistrisse kindely curtesy.
Not many dayes were past, when like a wanton,
He secretly did practise to depart,
And to Parthenophe did send a Canton
Where, with sighes accentes, he did loues impart:

And for because she daign'd him that great signe,
Of gentle fauours, in his kinde release:
Hee did conclude all duety to resigne,
To faire Parthenophe which doth encrease
These woes, nor shall my rest-lesse muses cease:
For by her of mine heart am I depriued,
And by her, my first sorrowes heate reuiued.

SONNET VIII.

[Then to Parthenophe (with all post hast)]

Then to Parthenophe (with all post hast)
As full assured of the pawne fore pledged
I made, and with these wordes disordred plac'd,
Smooth, tho with furies sharp out-rages edged:
Quoth I (fayre mistres) did I set mine hart
At libertie, and for that made him free,
That you should arme him for another start,
Whose certaine bale you promised to bee?
Tush (quoth Parthenophe) before he goe
I'le be his bale at last, and doubt it not.
Why then (said I) that morgage must I shoe
Of your true-loue which at your hands I got?
Ay me, she was, and is his bale I wot,
But, when the morgage should haue cur'd the soare:
She past it of, by deede of gift before.

SONNET IX.

[So did Parthenophe release myne hart]

So did Parthenophe release myne hart,
So did she robbe me of myne harts rich threasure,
Thus shall she be his bale before they part,
Thus in her loue she made me such hard measure

Ay me nor hope of mutuall loue by leasure,
Nor any type of my poore harts release
Remaines to me, how shall I take the ceasure
Of her loues forfeture, which tooke such peace
Combyned with a former loue, then cease
To vexe with sorrowes, and thy greefes encrease.
Tis for Parthenophe thou sufferst smart.
Wyl'de natures wound not curable with art
Then cease, with choking sighes and hart-swolln throbbes.
To draw thy breath, broke of with sorrowes sobbes.

SONNET X.

[Yet giue me leaue (since all my ioyes be perisht)]

Yet giue me leaue (since all my ioyes be perisht)
Hartlesse to moane, for my poore harts departire.
Nor should I mourne for him if he were cherisht,
Ah no! she keepes him like a slauish martyre:
Ah me! since mercylesse she made that chartyre,
Sealed with waxe of stedfast continence,
Sign'd with those hands which neuer can vnwrite it,
Writ with that penne, which by preheminence
To sure confirmes whatseuer was inditit:
What skilles to weare thy gyrdle or thy gartyre,
When other armes shall thy small wast imbrace?
How great a wast, of mynde and bodies weale
Now meltes my soule! I to thine eyes appeale,
If they thy tyrant champions owe me grace.

SONNET XI.

[Why didst thou then in such disfigured guize]

Why didst thou then in such disfigured guize
Figure the pourtraict of myne ouerthro?

Why manlike didst thou meane to tyrannize,
No man but woman would haue sinned so:
Why then inhumaine and my secret foe
Didst thou betray me, yet would be a woman?
From my cheef wealth out weauing me this woe,
Leauing thy loue in pawne till time did come on
When that thy trustlesse bondes were to be tryed,
And when (through thy default) I thee did sommon
Into the court of stedfast loue, then cryed
As it was promist, here standes his harts bale:
And if in bondes to thee my loue be tyed:
Then by those bondes, take forfect of the sale.

MADRIGALL 1.

[Oh powers cœlestiall, with what sophistrie]

Oh powers cœlestiall, with what sophistrie
Tooke she delight, to blancke my hart by sorrow,
And in such Riddels act my tragœdie,
Making this day for him, for me to morrow.
Where shall I Sonnets borrow
Where shall I finde brests, sides, and tong,
Which my great wrongs might to the world dispence?
Where my defence?
My Phisicke where? for how can I liue long
That haue forgone myne hart? I'le steale from hence,
From restlesse soules myne Hymnes, frō seas my teares,
From windes my sighes from cōcaue rockes and steele
My sides and voyces Echo: reedes which feele
Calme blastes still-mouing, which the shepheard beares
For waylefull plaints, my tong shall be:
The land vnknowne to rest and comfort me.

MADRIGALL 2.

[Might not this be for mans more certaintie]

Might not this be for mans more certaintie
By natures lawes enactit
That those which do true meaning falsifie
Making such bargaines as were precontractit
Should forfect freelidge of loues tenancie
Tot'h plaintiffe greeu'd if he exact it
Thinke on my loue, thy faith: yet hast thou crakt it
Nor nature reason loue nor faith can make thee
To pitie me my prisoned hart to pitie
Sighes no fit incense nor my plaintes can wake thee
Thy nose from sauour and thine eares from sound
Stopt'e and obturate, nought could shake thee
Thinke on when thou such pleasure found
To read my lynes and reading terme them wittie
Whiles lines for loue and braynes for bewtie witlesse
I for thee feuer-schor't, yet thou still fitlesse.

SONNET XII.

[Vext with th' assaultes of thy conceiued bewtie]

Vext with th' assaultes of thy conceiued bewtie
I restlesse on thy fauors meditate:
And tho dispare full loue (sometime) my suite tye
Vnto these fagottes figures of my state,
Which bound with endlesse lyne by leasure wate
That happy moment of your hartes reply.
Yet by those lynes I hope to finde the gate,
Which through loues laberinth shall guide me right.
Whiles vnacquainted exercise I try
Sweete solitude I shunne my lifes cheef light

And all because I would forget thee quite
And (working that) me thinke it's such a sinne
(As I take penne and paper for to write)
Thee to forget: that leauing I beginne.

SONNET XIII.

[When none of these my sorrowes would aledge]

When none of these my sorrowes would aledge,
I sought to finde the meanes, how I might hate thee.
Then hatefull curiousnesse I did in wedge
Within my thoughtes, which euer did awaite thee.
I fram'd myne eyes for an vniuste controllment,
And myne vnbrydled thoughtes (because I dare not
Seeke to compell) did pray them take enroulment
Of natures faultes in her, and equall spare not.
They search't and found her eyes were sharpe, and fierie:
A moule vpon her forhead, colour'd pale.
Her haire disordred, browne and crisped wyerye.
Her cheekes thinne speckled with a sommers male.
This tolde, men ween'd it was a pleasing tale.
Her to disgrace, and make my follies fade
And please it did, but her more gracious made.

MADRIGALL 3.

[Once in an arbour was my mistresse sleeping]

Once in an arbour was my mistresse sleeping
With rose and woodbind wouen
Whose person thousand graces had in keeping
Where for myne hart her harts hard flint was clouen
To keepe him safe: behind stood pertly peepinge
Poore Cupid softly creepinge
And draue small birdes out of the myrtle bushes

Scar'd with his arrowes who sate cheeping
On euery sprigge whom Cupid calles and hushes
Frō branch to brāch whiles I poore soule sate weeping
To see her breathe not knowing
Incense into the cloudes and blesse with breath
The wyndes and ayre whiles Cupid vnderneath
With birdes with songes nor any posies throwing
Could her awake
Each noyse sweete lullaby was for her sake.

MADRIGALL 4.

[There had my Zeuxes place and time to draw]

There had my Zeuxes place and time to draw
My mistresse pourtraict, which on platane table
With nature matching colours as he saw
Her leaning on her elbow, tho not able
He gan with vermil, gold, white, and sable
To shadow forth: and with a skilfull knuckle
Liuely set out my fortunes fable,
On lippes a rose, on hand an hony-suckle.
For nature fram'd that arbour in such orders
That roses did with woodbynes buckle,
Whose shadow trembling on her louely face
He left vnshadow'd, there arte lost his grace
And that white lillie leafe with fringed borders
Of Angels gold vayled the skyes
Of myne heauens hierarchie which clos'd her eyes.

SONNET XIIII.

[Then him controlling, that he left vndonne]

Then him controlling, that he left vndonne
Her eyes bright circle thus did answere make,

Restes mist with siluer cloude had clos'd her Sunne,
Nor could he draw them till she weare awake
Why then quoth I were not these leaues darke shade
Vpon her cheekes depainted, as you see them:
Shape of a shadow can not well be made
Was answer'd, for shades shadowes none can eye them.
This reason, proues, sure argument for me,
That my greefes image I can not set out:
Which might with liuely coloures blazed be.
Wherefore since nought, can bring the meanes about
That thou my sorrowes cause should vewe throughout,
Thou wilt not pitie me: but this was it.
Zeuxes had neither skill, nor colours fit.

SONNET XV.

[Where or to whom then shall I make complaint]

Where or to whom then shall I make complaint,
By guilefull wyles, of myne hartes guide depriued?
With rightes iniustice, and vnkind constraint
Barr'd from her loues which my desertes atchiued.
This though thou sought to choake farre more reuiued
Within myne hartlesse brest, left almost sencelesse,
Oh make exchange, surrender thine for myne,
Least that my body voyde of guide be fencelesse,
So shalt thou pawne to me signe for a signe
Of thy sweete conscience, when I shall resigne
Thy loues large Charter, and thy bondes againe.
Oh but I feare myne hopes be voyde, or mencelesse,
No course is left, which might thy loues attaine:
Whether with sighes I sewe, or teares complaine.

SONNET XVI.

[Yea that accursed deede before insealed]

Yea that accursed deede before insealed,
Is argument of thy first constancie:
Which if thou hadst to me before reuealed
I had not pleaded in such feruencie,
Yet this delightes, and makes me triumph much
That myne hart in her body lyes imprisoned:
For (mongst all bay-crown'd conquerors no such
Can make the slauish captiue bost him conquered)
Except Parthenophe, whose fiery gleames
(Like Ioues swift lightning ragen, which rockes pearseth)
Heating them in-lye with his soddeyne beames
And secret golden mynes with melting searseth,
Eft-soones with cannon, his drad rage rehearseth
Yet nought seemes scortched, in apparant sight:
So first she secret burnt, then did affright.

SONNET XVII.

[How then succeedeth (that amid this woe)]

How then succeedeth (that amid this woe)
Where reasons sence doth from my soule deuide:
By these vaine lines my fittes be specified
Which from their endlesse Ocean dayly floe
Where was it borne whence did this humour groe?
Which long obscur'd with melancholyes mist
Inspires my gyddie braynes vnpurified
So liuely, with sound reasons to persist
In framing tunefull Elegies, and Hymnes
For her whose name my Sonnets note so trimmes,
That nought but her chast name so could assist:

And my muse in first tricking out her lymmes,
Found in her liuelesse shadow such delight:
That yet she shadowes her, when as I write.

SONNET XVIII.

[Write write, helpe helpe, sweet muse and neuer cease]

Write write, helpe helpe, sweet muse and neuer cease
In endlesse labours pennes and papers tyer
Vntill I purchase my long-wish't desier:
Braynes with my reason neuer rest in peace,
Wast breathlesse wordes, and breathfull sighes increase,
Till of my woes remorsefull you espye her,
Till she with me, be burnt in equall fier.
I neuer will from labour wittes release
My sences neuer shall in quiet rest
Till thou be pitifull, and loue alike:
And if thou neuer pitie my distresses
Thy crueltie with endlesse force shall strike
Vpon my witts, to ceaselesse writs addrest:
My cares (in hope of some reuenge) this lesses.

SONNET XIX.

[Imperious Ioue with sweet lipp'd Mercurie]

Imperious Ioue with sweet lipp'd Mercurie
Learned Minerua, Phœbus god of light
Vain-swelling Bacchus, Venus queene of bewtie
With light foote Phœbe lampe of silent night:
These haue (with diuerse dieties beside)
Borrow'd the shapes of many a mortall creature,
But (faire Parthenophe) grac'd with the pride
Of each of these, sweet Queene of louely feature.
As tho she were, with pearle of all their skill

By heauens cheefe nature garnished she knittes
In wrath Ioues forehead, with sweet noting quill
She matcheth Mercurie, Mineruaes wittes,
In goldie-lockes bright Tytan, Bacchus syttes
In her hands conduict pypes, sweet Venus face,
Dianaes legge the tyrian buskines grace.

SONNET XX.

[These eyes thy bewties tenants, pay dew teares]

These eyes thy bewties tenants, pay dew teares
For ocupation of myne hart thy free hold:
In tenour of loues seruice (if thou behold)
With what exaction it is helde through feares,
And yet thy rentes extorted, dayly beares,
Thou would not thus consume my quiets gold.
And yet thr couetous thou be, to make
Thy bewtie rich, with renting me so roughlie
And at such sommes, thou neuer thought doest take,
But still consumes me, then thou doest misguide all:
Spending in sport for which I wrought so toughlie.
When I had felt all torture and had tryed all,
And spent my stocke through streane of thine extortion
On that I had but good hopes for my portion.

SONNET XXI.

[Yea but vncertaine hopes, are anchors feeble]

Yea but vncertaine hopes, are anchors feeble
When such faint-harted pilates guide my shippes,
Of all my fortunes ballist with hard peeble
Whose doubtfull viadge proues not worth two chippes
If when but one darke cloud shall dimme the skie
The cables of hopes happinesse be cut,

When barke with thoughtes drown'd marriners shall lye
Prest for the whirle poole of greeses endlesse glutte.
If well thou meane (Parthenophe) then rauishe
Mine hart with doubtlesse hope of mutuall loue,
If otherwise, then, let thy tong runne lauishe:
For this, or that, am I resoulu'd to proue,
And both, or either extasie, shall moue
Me rauish't, end with surfet of releefe:
Or sencelesse daunted dye, with soddeine greefe.

SONNET XXII.

[From thine harts euer burning vestall fier]

From thine harts euer burning vestall fier,
The torch-light of two sunnes is norisht still.
Which in milde compasse still surmounting hyer
There orbes with circled harmonie fulfill.
Whose rowling wheeles runne on Meridian line,
And turning, the turne backe the mistie night,
Report of which cleare wonder did incline
Mine eyes to gaze vpon that vncouth light,
On it till I was sun-burnt did I gaze,
Which with a feruent agonie possest me.
Then did I sweate, and swelt, mine eyes daze
Till that a burning feuer had opprest me:
Which made me faint, no Phisicke hath represt me.
For I trye all, yet for to make me sound
Ay me! no grasse, nor Phisicke may be found.

SONNET XXIII.

[When with the dawning of my first delight]

When with the dawning of my first delight
The day light of loues delycasie mou'd me

Then from my heauens disdainfull starrie light
The moone-light of her chastitie reprou'd me
Her forheads threatfull cloudes from hope remou'd me
Till midnight rear'd on the mid-noctiall line
Her hart whiles pities sleight had vndershou'd me
Then did I force her downward to decline
Till dawning day light chearefully did shine
And by such happie reuolution drew
Her mornings blush to ioyfull smiles encline
And now Meridian heate dries vp my dewe
There rest faire Planets stay bright orbes of heauen
Still smiling at my dyall next eleuen.

SONNET XXIIII.

[These mine hart-eating eyes doe neuer gaze]

These mine hart-eating eyes doe neuer gaze
Vpon thy sonnes harmonious marble wheeles
But from these eyes through force of thy sunnes blaze
Raine teares continuall, whiles my faithes true steeles
Tempred on anueile of thine harts could flint
Strikes marrow-melting fier into mine eyes:
The tinder whence my passions doe not stint
As matches to those sparkles which arise.
Which when the taper of mine hart is lighted
Like Salamanders nurrish in the flame
And all the loues with my new torch delighted
A while like gnattes did florish in the same
But burnt their winges, nor any way could frame
To flye from thence, since Ioues proud byrd that beares
His thunder veu'd my sunne but shed downe teares.

SONNET XXV.

[Then count it not disgrace if any vew me]

Then count it not disgrace if any vew me
Some-time to shower downe riuers of salt teares
From tempest of my sighes dispayre-full feares:
Then scorne me not alasse sweet frends but rew me:
Ah pitie pitie me for if you knew me,
How with her lookes mine hart amendes and weares,
Now calme now rageous as my passion beares
You would lament with me, and she which slew me.
She (which Ay me) she which did deadly wound me
And with her bewties balme tho dead keepes liuely
My liuelesse body, and by charmes hath bound me
For thankelesse meede to serue her if she viuely
Could see my sorrowes maze which none can treade
She would be soft, and light, tho flint and lead.

SONNET XXVI.

[When louely wrath my mistresse hart assaileth]

When louely wrath my mistresse hart assaileth,
Loues golden dartes take ame from her bright eyes:
And Psiche Venus rosie couche empayleth
Plac'd in her cheekes, with lillyes where she lyes:
And when she smyles from her sweet lookes and cheare-full
Like Phœbus when through soddein cloudes he starteth,
After sterne tempestes, showers, and thunder feare-full,
So she my worldes delight with her smiles harteth.
Aurora yellow lookes when my loue blushes,
Wearing her heares bright colour in her face,
And from loues rubie portall louely rushes
For euery word she speakes an Angels grace:

If she be silent euery man in place
With silence wonders her, and if she sleepe,
Ayre doth with her breathes murmur musicke keepe.

SONNET XXVII.

[Why do I draw this coole releeuing ayer]

Why do I draw this coole releeuing ayer
And breathe it out in scaulding sighes as fast?
Since all my hopes dye buried in dispayer
In which hard soyle mine endlesse knottes be cast:
Where when I come to walke be soundry mazes
With bewties skilfull finger lyned out,
And knottes whose borders set with double dazes,
Doubles my dazed muse with endlesse doubt
How to finde easie passage through the time
VVith which my mazes are so long beset,
That I can neuer passe but fall and clyme
According to my passions which forget
The place where they with loues guide should haue met:
But when faint-wearied all me thinkes is past
The maze returning makes me turne as fast.

SONNET XXVIII.

[So be my labours endlesse in their turnes]

So be my labours endlesse in their turnes
Turne turne Parthenophe turne and relent,
Hard is thine harte and neuer will repent,
See how this hart within my body burnes:
Thou sees it not atin'd therfore thou reiournes
My pleasures, ill my dayes bene ouerspent:
When I begge grace, thou myne intreatie spurnes:
Mine hart with hope vpheld, with feare returnes

Betwixt these passions endlesse is my fit
Then if thou bee but humaine grant some pitie
Or if a saint sweet mercies are there meedes
Faire louely chast sweet-spoken learned wittie
These make thee saint-like and these saints befit
But thine hard hart makes all these graces weedes.

SONNET XXIX.

[Blesse still the myrr-tree Venus for thy meede]

Blesse still the myrr-tree Venus for thy meede
For to the weeping myrre, my teares be dew:
Contentious windes which did from Tytan breede
The shaking Aspine tree belonges to you
To'th' Aspine I bequeath my ceaselesse tong:
And Phœbus let thy laurels euer florish
To still greene laurell my loues do belong:
Let mightie Ioue his okes large branches nurrish
For to strong oke mine hart is consecrate
Let dreadfull Pluto blesse blacke Heben tree
To' th' Heben my dispaire is dedicate:
And Nayads let your willowes loued be
To them my fortunes still remoued be:
So shall my teares, tong, passions neuer cease
Nor hart decay nor my dispaire decrease.

SONNET XXX.

[So this continuall fountaine of my teares]

So this continuall fountaine of my teares
From that hard rocke of her sweet bewtie trickling,
So shall my tong on her loues musicke tickling,
So shall my passions fed with hopes and feares,
So shall mine hart which wearing neuer weares,

But soft is hardned with her bewties prickling
On which dispaire my vulture seas'd standes pickling
Yet neuer thence his maw full-gorged beares.
Right so, my teares, tong, passions, hart, dispaire
VVith flouds, complaints, sighes, throbbes, and endlesse sorrow,
In seas, in volumes, windes, earth-quakes, and hell,
Shall floate chaunte, breath, breake, and darke mansion borrow.
And in them I be blessed for my faire:
That in these torments for her sake I dwell.

SONNET XXXI.

[I burne yet am I cold, I am a could yet burne]

I burne yet am I cold, I am a could yet burne
In pleasing discontent, in discontentment pleased
Diseas'd I am in health, and health-full am diseased
In turning backe proceede, proceeding I returne
In mourning I reioyce, and in reioycing murne
In preasing I steppe backe, in stepping backe I preased
In gaining still I loose, and in my losses gaine
Grounded I wauer still, and wauering still am grounded:
Vnwounded yet not sound, and being sound am wounded:
Slayne yet am I aliue, and yet aliue am slayne:
Hounded mine hart restes still, still resting is it hounded:
In paine I feele no greef, yet voide of greefe in payne
Vnmou'd I vexe my selfe, vnuext yet am I moued
Belou'd she loues me not, yet is she my beloued.

SONNET XXXII.

[Scarse twise seuen times had Phœbus waggon wheele]

Scarse twise seuen times had Phœbus waggon wheele
Obliquely wandred through the Zodiacke line,

Since nature first to Ops did me resigne,
VVhen in mine youthfull vaine I well could feele
A lustfull rage, which reasons cheanes of steele
VVith headstrong force of lust did still vntwine,
To wanton fancies I did then encline:
VVhilst mine vnbridled Phaeton did reele
VVith heedlesse rage, till that his chariot camme
To take in fould his resting with the Ramme
But bootlesse all: for such was his vnrest
That in no limittes he could be contained.
To lawlesse sportes and pleasures euer prest
And his swift wheeles, with their sweet oyle distained.

SONNET XXXIII.

[Next when the boundlesse furie of my sunne]

Next when the boundlesse furie of my sunne
Began in higher Climates to take fier,
And with it somewhat kindled my desier,
Then least I should haue wholy bene vndonne
(For now mine age had thrise seuen winters ronne)
VVith studies, and with labours did I tyer
Mine itching fancies, which did still aspier:
Then from those obiectes (which their force begonne
Through wandring furie to possesse mine hart)
Mine eyes there vaine seducers I did fixe
On Pallas, and on Mars, home, and in field,
And armed strongly least my better part
To milder obiectes should it selfe immixe,
I vow'd I neuer would to bewtie yeeld.

SONNET XXXIIII.

[But when in May my worldes bright fierie sunne]

But when in May my worldes bright fierie sunne
Had past in Zodiacke with his golden teame
To place his beames which in the twynnes begunne,
The blazing twynne starres of my worldes bright beame
My mistresse eyes, mine heauens bright sunne, and moone,
The starres by which poore shepheard I am warned
To pinne in late, and put my flockes out soone,
My flockes of fancies as the signes me learned:
Then did my loues first spring beginne to sproute,
So long as my sunnes heate in those signes rayned.
But wandring all the Zodiacke throughout
From her mayes twynnes, my sunne such heate constrained,
That where at first I litle had complained,
From signe to signe, in such course he now posteth
VVhich dayly me, with hotter flaming tosteth.

SONNET XXXV.

[Next when my sunne by progresse tooke his hold]

Next when my sunne by progresse tooke his hold
In Cancer of my mistresse craftie minde,
How retrograde seem'd she, when as I told
That in his clawes such torches I did finde,
VVhich if she did not to my teares lay plaine
That they might quenched be from their outrage,
My loues hot Iune should be consum'd in payne
Vnlesse her pittie make my greefe asswage.
Oh how she frownes, and like the Crabbe backe turnes

VVhen I request her put her beames apart:
Yet with her beames my soules delight she burnes:
She pities not to thinke vpon my smart
Nor from her Cancers clawes can I depart,
For there the torch of my red-hot desier
Greeues, and releeues me, with continuall fier.

SONNET XXXVI.

[And thus continuing with outrageous fier]

And thus continuing with outrageous fier,
My sunne proceeding forward to my sorrow
Tooke vp his court, but willing to retier
VVithin the Lyons denne his rage did borrow:
But whiles within that mansion he remayned,
How cruell was Parthenophe to me,
And when of my great sorrowes I complained,
She Lyon-like wish't the might tenfold be:
Then did I rage and in vnkindly passions
I rent mine heare, and rac'd my tender skinne,
And rauing in such frantique fashions,
That with such crueltie she did beginne
To feede the fier which I was burned in.
Can women brooke to deale so sore with men?
She mannes woe learn'd it in the Lyons denne.

SONNET XXXVII.

[But pitie which sometimes doth Lyons moue]

But pitie which sometimes doth Lyons moue,
Remou'd my sunne from moodie Lyons caue,
And into Virgoes boure did next remoue

His fierie wheeles, but then she answere gaue
That she was all vow'd to virginitie,
Yet said boue all men she would most affect me:
Fye Delian goddesse in thy companie
She learn'd with honest colour to neglect me,
And vnderneath chast vayles of single life
She shrowdes her craftie clawes, and Lyons hart,
VVhich with my sences now do mingle strife
Twixt loues, and vertues, which prouoke my smart:
Yet from these passions can I neuer part,
But still I make my suites importunate
To thee, which makes my case infortunate.

SONNET XXXVIII.

[When thine hart-pearcing answers could not hinder]

When thine hart-pearcing answers could not hinder
Mine harts hot hammer on thy steele to batter,
Nor could excuses cold quench out that cynder
VVhich in me kindled was, she weigh'd the matter,
And turning my sunnes chariot him did place
In Libras equall mansion, taking pawse,
And casting with deepe iudgement to disgrace
My loue, with dealing cruell in the cause:
She busilie with earnest care deuised,
How she might make her bewtie tyrannous,
And I for euer to her yoke surprised:
The meanes founde out with cunning perillous:
She turn'd the wheeles with force impetuous,
And arm'd with woman like contagion,
My sunne she lodged in the Scorpion.

SONNET XXXIX.

[Then from her Venus, and bright Mercurie]

Then from her Venus, and bright Mercurie
Mine heauens cleare Planets, did she shoot such blazes
As did infuse with heates extremitie
Mine hart, which on dispaires bare pasture grazes:
Then like the Scorpion did she deadly sting me,
And with a pleasing poison pearced me,
Which to these vtmost sobbes of death did bring me,
And through my soules faint sinewes searced me:
Yet might she cure me with the Scorpions oyle
If that she were so kinde, as bewtifull,
But in my bale she ioyes to see me boyle,
Tho be my passions deare, and dewtyfull,
Yet she remorselesse, and vnmercifull:
But when my thought of her, is such a thing
To strike me dead, iudge if her selfe can sting.

SONNET XL.

[But ah my plague through times outrage increased]

But ah my plague through times outrage increased,
For when my sunne his taske had finished
Within the Scorpions mansion, he not ceased
Nor yet his heates extreames diminished,
Till that dead aming Archer drest his quiuer,
In which he closely couched at the last,
That Archer which doth pearce both hart, and liuer
With hot gold-pointed shaftes, which ranckle fast:
That proud commaunding, and swift-shooting Archer,

Farre shooting Phœbus which doth over shoote,
And more then Phœbus, is an inward parcher,
Thou with thy notes harmonious, and songes soote
Allur'd my sunne, to fier mine harts soft roote:
And with thine ever wounding golden Arrow
First prick't my soule, then perc'd my bodies marrow.

SONNET XLI.

[When my sunne Cupid tooke his next abyding]

When my sunne Cupid tooke his next abyding
Mongst craggie rockes and mountaines with the goate,
Ah then on bewtie did my sences doate,
Then had each fayre regard my fancies guiding,
Then more then blessed was I if one tyding
Of fæmal fauour set mine hart a floate:
Then to mine eyes each mayde was made a moate.
My fickle thoughtes with diuerse fancies slyding
With wanton rage of luste so me did tickle:
Mine hart each bewties captiuated vassall
Nor vanquish't then, as now, but with loues prickle
Not deepely mou'd, till loues beames did discouer
That louely Nymphe Parthenophe, no louer,
Stoppe there for feare, loues priuiledge doth passe all.

SONNET XLII.

[Passe all, ah no! no iot will be omitted]

Passe all, ah no! no iot will be omitted
Now though my sunne within the water rest
Yet doth his scaulding furie still infest:
Into this signe whiles that my Phœbus flitted

Thou mou'd these streames, whose courses thou committed
To me thy water-man bound and adrest
To powre out endlesse droppes vpon that soyle
Which withers most when it is watred best:
Cease floodes, and to your channells make recoyle,
Strange floodes which on my fier burue like oyle:
Thus whiles mine endlesse furies hyer ran,
Thou thou (Parthenophe my rage begunne,
Sending thy beames to heate my fierie sunne:
Thus am I water-man, and fier-man.

SONNET XLIII.

[Now in my Zodiackes last extreamest signe]

Now in my Zodiackes last extreamest signe,
My lucklesse sunne his happelesse mansion made,
And in the water willing more to wade
To Pisces did his chariot wheeles incline:
For me poore fish he with his golden lyne
Bayted with bewties, all the riuer lade:
(For who of such sweet baytes would stand afrade)
There nibbling for such foode as made me pyne,
Loues golden hooke on me tooke soddeine holde
Aud I downe swallow'd, that empoysened golde
Since then, deuise what any wisher can
Of fiercest tormentes, since all ioyes deuise,
Worse greefes, more ioyes did my true hart comprize,
Such were loues hates, my craftie fisher man.

MADRIGALL 5.

[Such strāge effects wrought by thought woūding Cupid]

Such strāge effects wrought by thought woūding Cupid

In changing me to fish, his bates to swallow
With poyson choaking me, vnlesse that you bid
Him to my stomacke giue some Antidote:
Fly litle god with winges of swallow,
Or if thy feathers fast floate,
That Antidote from mine harts empresse bring,
My feeble sences to reuiue:
Least, if thou waue it with an Eagles winge
To late thou come, and finde me not aliue.

MADRIGALL 6.

[Oh why lou'd I? for loue to purchase hatred]

Oh why lou'd I? for loue to purchase hatred,
Or wherefore hates she? but that I should loue her,
Why were these cheekes with teares bewatred?
Because my teares might quenche those sparkes,
Which with heates pitie moue her:
Her cloudie frowne with mist her bewtie darkes,
To make it seeme obscured at my smyles,
In darke true Dyamonds will shine.
Her hate my loue, her heate my teares beguyles:
Feare makes her doubtfull, yet her hart is mine.

MADRIGALL 7.

[Youthes wanton spring, when in the raging Bull]

Youthes wanton spring, when in the raging Bull
My sunne was lodg'd, gaue store of flowers:
With leaues of pleasure, stalkes of howers
Which soone shak'd of the leaues, when they were full
Of pleasures bewtie dew'd, with Aprill showers:
My sommer loue, whose buddes were bewtifull,
Youthfull desiers with heates vnmercifull

Parched, whose seedes when haruest time was come
Weare eares against my suites obturate,
With sheaues of scorne boūd vp, which did bènumme
Mine heate with greef, yet made her hart indurate:
Oh chast desiers which hel'd her hart immurate
In wall's of Adamante vnfoyled!
My winter spent in showers of sorrowes teares
Haylestones of hatred, frostes of feares,
My braunches bar'de of pleasure, and despoiled.

MADRIGALL 8.

[Why am I thus in mynde, and body wounded?]

Why am I thus in mynde, and body wounded?
Oh mynde, and body mortall, and deuine!
On what sure rocke is your forte grounded?
On death? Ah no for at it you repine:
Nay both intombed in her bewties shrine
Will liue (tho shadowlike) that men astounded
At their Anatomies, when they shall vewe it,
May pitifull rewe it,
Yea but her murthering bewtie doth so shine,
Oh yet much mercilesse!
That hart desiers to liue with her which slew it,
And tho she still rest pitylesse:
Yet at her bewtie will I wonder,
Though sweet graces past repeate,
Neuer appeare (but when the threate)
Fiering my secret hart, with darte and thunder.

SONNET XLIIII.

[Oh dart and thunder whose fierce violence]

Oh dart and thunder whose fierce violence

Surmounting Rhetorickes dart and thunderboultes
Can neuer be set out in eloquence,
Whose might all mettles masse a sonder moultes:
Where be they famous Prophetes of ould Greece?
Those anchiant Romaine Poetes of acompt,
Musæus which went for the Golden Fleece
With Iason, and did Heroes loues recompt
And thou sweet Naso with thy golden vearse
Whose louely spirite rauish't Cæsars daughter,
And that sweet Tuskane Petrarke which did pearse
His Laura with loue Sonnets when he saught her:
Where be these all? that all these might hauē taught her
That sainctes deuine are knowne sainctes by their mercy,
And sainctlike bewtie should not rage with pearse eye.

SONNET XLV.

[Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues]

Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues
Loues Queene in richest ornament doth lye,
Whose graces were they not too sweet and hye
Might here be seen, but since their sight bereaues
All sences, he that endlesse bottome weaues
Which did Penelope, who that shall trye
Then wonder and in admiration dye
At nature-passing natures holy frame:
Her bewtie thee reuiues, thy muse vpheaues
To draw cœlestiall spirite from the skyes
To prayse the worke and worker whence it came:
This spirite drawne from heauen of thy fayre eyes
Whose guilded cognissance left in mine hart,
Shewes me thy faithfull seruant to my smart.

SONNET XLVI.

[Ah pearse-eye pearsing eye, and blazing light]

Ah pearse-eye pearsing eye, and blazing light
Of thunder thunderblazes burning vppe!
Oh sunne sunne-melting, blind, and dazing sight!
Ah hart downe driuing hart, and turning vppe!
Oh matchlesse bewtie bewties bewtie stayning!
Sweet damaske rose bud Venus rose of roases!
Ah fronte Imperious deuties deutie gayning!
Yet threatfull cloudes did still incloase and cloases!
Oh lillye leaues when Iuno lillyes leaues
In wondring at her coloures grayne distayned!
Voyce, which rockes voyce and mountaines hyllye cleaues
In sonder at my loues with payne complained!
Eye, lihtning Sunne, hart bewties bane vnfained!
Oh damaske rose! proude forhead! lillye! voyce!
Ah partiall fortune! sore chance! sillye choyce.

SONNET XLVII.

[Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse]

Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse,
And now depriu'd of hart I am but dead:
And since thou hast it in his tables read,
Whether he rest at ease in ioyes and smartlesse,
Whether beholding him thine eyes were dartlesse,
Or to what bondage his inthral-ment leades.
Returne deare hart and me to mine restore,
Ah let me thee possesse, returne to mee:
I finde no meanes deuayde of skill and artlesse
Thether returne where thou triumph't before
Let me of him but repossessor bee

And when thou giues to me mine hart againe
Thy selfe thou doest bestow, for thou art shee,
Whom I call hart, and of whom I complaine.

SONNET XLVIII.

[I wish no rich-refinde Arabian gold]

I wish no rich-refinde Arabian gold
Nor Orient Indian pearle rare natures wonder,
No Diamondes th' Aegiptian surges vnder,
No Rubyes of America deare sold,
Nor Saphyres which rich Affricke sandes enfold
Treasures far distant, from this Isle a sunder,
Barbarian Iuories in contempt I hold:
But onely this, this onely Venus graunt
That I my sweet Pathenophe may get:
Her heires no grace of golden wyers want
Pure pearles with perfect Rubines are inset,
True Dyamondes in eyes, Saphires in vaynes,
Nor can I that soft Iuory skinne forget:
England in one small subiect such containes.

SONNET XLIX.

[Coole coole in waues, thy beames intollerable]

Coole coole in waues, thy beames intollerable
O sunne, no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather,
By law nor nature fier but rebell rather,
Foole foole these labours are inextricable,
A burthen whose weight is importable,
A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her
A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her,
A fortresse whose force is impregnable:
From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares, oh teares!

Quench quench mine heate, or with your soueraintie
Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble:
Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye
And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares, oh feares!
Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble.

SONNET L.

[So warble out your tragique notes of sorrow]

So warble out your tragique notes of sorrow
Blacke harpe of liuer-pyning melancholie
Blacke humor patrone of my fancies folie,
Meere folies which from fancies fier borrow,
Hot fier which burnes day, night, midnight, and morrow,
Long morning which prolonges my sorrowes solie
And euer ouerules my passions wholie:
So that my fortune where it first made forrow
Shall there remaine, and euer shall it plowe
The bowels of mine hart, mine harts hot bowells:
And in their forrowes sow the seedes of loue,
Which thou didst sow, and newly spring vp now
And make me write vayne wordes, no wordes but vowells,
For nought to me good consonant would proue.

SONNET LI.

[Lame consonants of member-vowells robbed]

Lame consonants of member-vowells robbed
What perfect-sounding wordes can you compose
Wherein you might my sorrowes flame disclose?
Can you frame mamed wordes as you had throbbed?
Can you with sighes make signes of passions sobbed?
Or can your characters make sorrowes showes?
Can liquids make them? I with teares make those,

But for my teares with taunts and frumpes am bebbed:
Could mutes procure good wordes mute would I bee,
But then who should my sorrowes image paint?
No consonants or mutes or liquids will
Set out my sorrowes, tho with greefe I faint:
If with no letter but one vowell should bee,
An A. with H. my Sonnet would fulfill.

SONNET LII.

[Me thought Calliope did from heauen discende]

Me thought Calliope did from heauen discende
To sing, fayre mistresse thy sweet bewties praise,
Thy sweet enchanting voyce did Orpheus raise,
Who with his harpe which downe the gods did sende
Cœlestiall concorde to the voyce did lende,
His musicke all wild beastes so did amaze
That they submissiue to thy lookes did bende:
Hilles, trees, townes, bridges, from their places wende
Hopping, and dancing, all they windes be still
And listen, whiles the Nightingalles fulfill
With Larkes and Thrushes all defectes of pleasure:
Springs sang thy prayses in a murmur shill,
Whiles I inrag'd with musicke, out of traunce
Like Bacchus preeste, did in thy presence daunce.

MADRIGALL 9.

[For glorie pleasure and fayre florishing]

For glorie pleasure and fayre florishing,
Sweet singing, courtly dauncing, curious loue
A rich remembrance vertues nurrishing,
For sacred care of heauenly things
For voyces sweetnesse musickes notes aboue

When she deuinely speakes or sings
Cleio dismount, Euterpe silent bee,
Thalia for thy purple put on sack-cloath,
Sing hoarse Melpomine with Ioues Harpies three,
Terpsichore breake of thy galliard daunces,
Leaue Erato thy daliance, court in black-cloath,
Thy prayses Polymneia she inhaunces,
For heauenly zeale Vrania she outreacheth,
Pleade not Calliope sing not to thy Lute,
Ioue and Mnemosine both be mute
Whilst my Parthenophe your daughters teacheth.

MADRIGALL 10.

[Thou scal'd my fort blind Captaine of conceite]

Thou scal'd my fort blind Captaine of conceite,
But you sweet mistresse entred at the breach:
There you made hauocke of my hart,
There you to triumph did my tyrant teach,
Beware he knowes to winne you by deceit,
Those Iuory walles cannot endure his dart,
That turret fram'd with heauens rare art
Immur'd with whitest porphyre, and inset
With roses checking natures pride of Rubye:
Those two true Diamōds which their windows frette,
Arch't with pure gold yet mourne in sable shade,
Warne not these that in daunger you bee?
Vanquish her little tyrant I will true bee,
And tho she will not yeeld to mee
Yet none could thrall my hart but shee.

MADRIGALL 11.

[Thine eyes mine heauen which harbour louely rest]

Thine eyes mine heauen which harbour louely rest,
And with their beames all creatures cheare
Stoule from mine eyes there cleare,
And made mine eyes dimme myrrouldes of vnrest.
And from her lillye forhead smooth, and plaine,
My front his withered forrowes tooke,
And through her grace, his grace forsooke:
From soft cheekes rosie redde,
My cheekes their leanesse, and this pallid staine.
The golden penne of natures booke
(For her tong that taske vndertooke)
Which to the graces secretorie ledde,
And sweetest muses with sweet musicke fedde,
Inforc'd my muse in tragique tunes to sing:
But from her harts hard frozen string,
Mine hart his tendernesse, and heare possest.

MADRIGALL 12.

[Like to the mountaines are mine high desiers]

Like to the mountaines are mine high desiers
Leuell to thy loues highest point,
Grounded on faith which thy sweet grace requiers,
For springs, teares rise in endlesse sourse:
For sommers flowers, loues fancies I appoint
They trees with stormes tost out of course
Figure my thoughtes still blasted with dispaire:
Thunder, lightning, and hayle,
Make his trees mourne, thy frownes make me bewayle,
This onely diffrence here fier there snowes are.

SONNET LIII.

[Why do I draw my breath vaine sighes to feede]

Why do I draw my breath vaine sighes to feede
Since all my sighes be breathed out in vayne?
Why be these eyes the condnictes whence proceede
These ceaselesse teares, which for your sake do rayne?
Why do I write my woes, and writing greeue
To thinke vpon them, and their sweet contriuer,
Begging some comfort which mighe me releeue,
When the remembrance is my cares reuiuer?
Why do I sew to kisse, and kisse to loue,
And loue to be tormented, not beloued?
Can neither sighes, nor teares my sorrowes moue,
By lynes, or wordes, nor will they be remoued?
Then tyre not tyrant, but on mine hart tyer,
That vnconsum'd I burne in my desier.

SONNET LIIII.

[When I was yong indewd'd with natures graces]

When I was yong indewd'd with natures graces
I stoule blind loues strong bow and golden arrowes,
To shoote at redbrestes, goldfinches, and sparrowes:
At shrew'd gyrles, and at boyes in other places
I shot when I was vexed with disgraces:
I perc't no skinne, but melted vp their marrowes,
How many boyes and gyrles, wish't mine embraces?
How many prayz'd my fauour, boue all faces?
But once (Parthenophe) by thy sweet side sitting
Loue had espyed me in a place most fitting
Betray'd by thine eyes beames, which makes blind see:
He shot at me, and said for thine eyes light,

This daring boy that durst vsurpe my right,
Take him a wounded slaue, to loue, and thee.

SONNET LV.

[Nymphes which in bewtie mortall creatures staine]

Nymphes which in bewtie mortall creatures staine,
And Satyres which none but faire Nymphes beholde,
They to the Nymphes, and Nymphes to them complaine,
And each in spight, my mistresse bewtie tolde:
Till soundely sleeping in a myrtle groue,
A wanton Satyre had espyed her there,
Who deeming she was dead, in all hast stroue
To fetch the Nymphes which in the forestes were:
They flocking fast, in triumph of her death
Lightly beheld, and (deeming she was dead)
Nymphes sang, and Satyres daunced out of breath,
VVhilest Satyres with the Nymphes la voultaes lead
My mistresse did awake, then they which came
To scorne her bewtie, ran away for shame.

SONNET LVI.

[The dyall loue which shewes how my dayes spende]

The dyall loue which shewes how my dayes spende,
The leaden plummets sliding to the ground,
My thoughtes which to darke melancholye bend,
The rowling wheeles, which turne swift howers round
Thine eyes (Parthenophe) my fancies guide:
The watch continually which keepes his stroake,
By whose oft turning euery hower doth slide
Figure the sighes which from my lyuer smoake,
VVhose oft inuasions finish my liues date:
The watchman which each quarter strikes the bell,

Thy loue which doth each part exanimate,
And in each quarter strikes his forces fell:
That hammer, and great bell which endes each hower,
Death my lifes victor, sent by thy loues power.

SONNET LVII.

[Thy bewtie is the sunne which guides my day]

Thy bewtie is the sunne which guides my day,
And with his beames to my worldes life geues light,
VVith whose sweet fauour all my fancies play,
And as byrdes singing still inchant my sight
But when I seeke to get my loues cheefe pleasure,
Her frownes are like the night ledde by the lampe
Of Phoebes chast desiers, whilest without leasure
Graces like starres through all her face encampe:
Then all my fancies byrdes lye whisht for feare,
Soone as her frownes procure there shadie sorrow
Sauing mine hart, which secret shot doth beare
And nature from the Nighting all doth borrow:
VVhich from lamentes, because he will not rest
Hath loues thorne prickle pointed at his brest.

SONNET LVIII.

[Fayre Clytie doth florish with the spring]

Fayre Clytie doth florish with the spring
And eftsoones withered like thy golden heare,
And Ioes vyolettes grow florishing,
But soone defac'd which thine eyes semblance beare:
Anemone, with hyacinthe springs pryde,
Like to thy bewtie loose their louely glosse,
So will thy cheekes with graces bewtified
Returne to wrinckles, and to natures drosse:

Roses (as from thy lippes) sweet odours send,
Which herbes in them whilst iuyce, and vertues rest,
From some diseases rigour, life defend:
These (as thy selfe) once withred, men detest:
Then loue betimes, these withered flowers of yore
Reuiue: thy bewtie lost returnes no more.

SONNET LIX.

[Ah me sweet bewtie lost returnes no more]

Ah me sweet bewtie lost returnes no more,
And how I feare thine hart fraught with disdaine,
Dispaier of her disdayne castes doubt before.
And makes me thus of mine harts hope complaine,
Ah me nor mine harts hope, nor helpe: dispaier
Auoyde my fancie, fancies vtter bayne
My woes cheefe worker, cause of all my cayer
Auoyde my thoughtes that hope may me restore
To mine hartes heauen, and happinesse againe:
Ah wilt thou not but still depresse my thought?
Ah (mistresse) if thy bewtie this hath wrought,
That proude disdainefulnesse shall in the rayne,
Yet thinke when in thy forhead wrinckles bee,
Men will disdaine thee then, as thou doest mee.

SONNET LX.

[Whilst some the Troiane warres in verse recount]

Whilst some the Troiane warres in verse recount,
And all the Grecian Conquerours in fight,
Some valiant Romaine warres boue starres do mount,
With all their warlike leaders, men of might:
Whilst some of Bryttish Arthures valure sing,
And register the prayse of Charlemayne:

And some of doughtie Godfrey tydinges bring,
And some the Germaine broyles, and warres of Spayne:
In none of those, my selfe I wounded finde
Neither with horseman, nor with man on foote:
But from a cleare bright eye, one captaine blinde
(VVhose puisance to resist did nothing boote)
With men in golden armes, and dartes of golde,
VVounded my hart, and all which did beholde.

SONNET LXI.

[To none but to Prometheus me compayer]

To none but to Prometheus me compayer,
From sacred heauen he stoule that holy fier:
I from thine eyes stoule fier, my iudgements are
For to be bound with cheanes of strong desier
To that hard rocke of thy thrise cruell hart:
The ceaselesse waues, which on the rockes do dash
Yet neuer pearce, but forced backward start
Those be these endlesse teares, my cheekes which wash:
The vulture which is by my goddesse doome
Assign'd to feede vpon mine endlesse lyuer,
Dispaire by the procur'd, which leaues no roome
For Ioculus to iest with Cupides quyuer:
This swallowes worldes of liuers, spending few,
But not content: O god shall this be true?

SONNET LXII.

[Fye, fye, fierce tyrant, quenche this furious rage]

Fye, fye, fierce tyrant, quenche this furious rage,
O quenche this rageous furie, little god!
Nay mightie god, my furies heate asswage,
Nor are thine little dartes, nor brittle rodde,

Ah that you hadst a sweet recuring dart,
Or such a rodde as into health might whippe mee:
With this to leuell at my troubled hart,
To warne with scourge that no bright eye might trippe mee,
Vayne wordes which vanish with the cloudes why speake I?
And bootelesse options builded with voyde ayer?
How oft enrag'd in hopelesse passions breake I,
How oft in false vaine hope, and blacke dispayer?
How oft left liuelesse at thy cloudie frowne?
How oft in passion, mounted, and pluck't downe?

MADRIGALL 13.

[Soft louely Roselike lippes, conioyn'd with mine]

Soft louely Roselike lippes, conioyn'd with mine,
Breathing out pretious incense such,
Such as at Paphos smoake to Venus shrine,
Making my lippes immortall with their tuche:
My cheekes with tuch of thy soft cheekes deuine,
Thy soft warme cheekes, which Venus fauour much:
Those armes, such armes which me embrac'de,
Me with immortall cyncture guirding rounde
Of euerlasting blisse, then bounde
With her enfolded thighes in mine entangled,
And both in one selfe soule plac'de,
Made an Hermophrodite, with pleasures rauish't:
There heate for heats, soule for soules empyer wrāgled,
Why dyed not I with loue so largely lauish't?
For wake (not finding truth of dreames before)
It secret vexeth, tentimes more.

MADRIGALL 14.

[Ah tentimes woorse tormented then before]

Ah tentimes woorse tormented then before,
Tentimes more pittie should'st thou take of mee,
I haue endur'd, then sweet restore
That pleasure, which procur'd this paine:
Thou scorn'st my lynes, a sainct which make of thee,
Where true desiers of thine hard hart complaine:
There thou boue stella plac'de,
Boue laura with ten thousand more install'd,
And now proude thinkes me grac'd,
That am to thee (though mercilesse) inthrall'de.

SONNET LXIII.

[Ioue for Europaes loue tooke shape of Bull]

Ioue for Europaes loue tooke shape of Bull,
And for Calisto playde Dianaes parte
And in a golden shower, he filled full
The lappe of Danae with cœlestiall arte,
Would I were chang'd but to my mistresse gloues,
That those white louely fingers I might hide,
That I might kisse those hands, which mine hart loues
Or else that cheane of pearle, her neckes vaine pride,
Made proude with her neckes vaines, that I might folde
About that louely necke, and her pappes tickle,
Or her to compasse like a belt of golde,
Or that sweet wine, which downe her throate doth trickle,
To kisse her lippes, and lye next at her hart,
Runne through her vaynes, and passe by pleasures part.

SONNET LXIIII.

[If all the loues were lost, and should be founde]

If all the loues were lost, and should be founde,
And all the graces glories were decayde,
In thee the graces ornamentes abounde,
In me the loues by thy sweet graces layde.
And if the muses had their voyce forgone,
And Venus husbandes forge had lost his fier,
The muses voyce, should by thy voyce be knowne,
And vulcanes heate, be sounde in my desier.
I will accuse thee to the goddes of thefte,
For Pallas eye, and Venus rosie cheeke,
And Phoebes forehead, which thou hast berefte,
Complaine of me to Cupid, let him seeke
In vayne for me each where, and in all partes,
For gainst my will, I stoule one of his dartes.

SONNET LXV.

[Oh that I had no hart, as I haue none]

Oh that I had no hart, as I haue none,
(For thou mine hartes full spirite hast possessed)
Then should myne argument be not of mone,
Then vnder loues yoke should should I not be pressed:
Oh that without myne eyes I had been borne,
Then had I not my mistresse bewtie vewed,
Then had I neuer been so farre forlorne,
Then had I neuer wep't, then neuer rewed:
Oh that I neuer had been borne at all,
Or beeing, had been borne of shepheardes broode,
Then should I not in such mischances fall,
Quyet my water and content my foode:

But now disquieted, and still tormented,
With aduerse fate, perforce must rest contented.

SONNET LXVI.

[Ah sweet content, where is thy mylde abode?]

Ah sweet content, where is thy mylde abode?
Is it with shepheardes and light-harted swaynes?
Which sing vpon the downes and pype abroade
Tending their flockes and cattell on the playnes?
Ah sweet content, where doest thou safely rest?
In heauen, with Angels which the prayses sing
Of him that made and rules at his behest
The mindes, and harts of euery liuing thing?
Ah sweet content, where doth thine harbour hold,
Is it in Churches, with Religious men,
Which please the goddes with prayers manifold,
And in their studies meditate it then.
Whether thou doest in heauen, or earth appeare,
Be where thou wilt, thou will not harbour here.

SONNET LXVII.

[If Cupid keepe his quiuer in thine eye]

If Cupid keepe his quiuer in thine eye,
And shoote at ouer-daring, gasers hartes,
Alas why be not men afrayde, and fllye
As from Medusaes, doubting after smartes?
Ah when he drawes his string, none sees his bow,
Nor heares his golden fethred arrowes sing,
Ay me till it be shot no man doth know,
Vntill his hart be pricked with the sting,
Like semblance beares the musket in the field,
It hittes, and killes vnseene, till vnawares

To death wounded man his body yeeld,
And thus a pesant, Cæsars glorie dares:
This diffrence left, twixt Mars his field, and loues,
That Cupids souldior shot, more torture proues.

SONNET LXVIII.

[Would God (when I beheld thy bewteous face]

Would God (when I beheld thy bewteous face,
And golden tresses, rich with pearle, and stone)
Medusaes visage had appear'd in place,
With snakie lockes, looking on me alone:
Then had her dreadfull charming lookes me changed
Into a sencelesse stone, oh were I sencelesse!
Then rage through rash regard had neuer ranged,
Whereas to loue I stood disarm'd and fencelesse:
Yea but that diuerse obiect of thy face,
In me contrarious operations wrought,
A mouing spirite, prick't with bewties grace,
No pitties grace in thee, which I haue sought
Which makes me deeme, thou didst Medusa see,
And should thy selfe, a mouing marble bee.

SONNET LXIX.

[The leauelesse branches of the liuelesse bowes]

The leauelesse branches of the liuelesse bowes
Carue winters out-rage in their withered barkes:
The withered wrinckles, in my carefull browes
Figure from whence, they drew those crooked markes:
Downe from the Thracean mountaines, okes of might,
And loftie firres into the valley fall,
Sure signe where Boreas hath vsurp'te his right,
And that long there, no Syluanes dally shall:

Fieldes with prodigious inundatious drown'de,
For Neptunes rage, with Amphitrite weepe:
My lookes, and passions, likewise shewe my wounde,
And how some fayre regard did strike it deepe.
These braunches, blasted trees, and fieldes so watred,
For wrinckles, sighes, and teares, fore shew thine hatred.

SONNET LXX.

[What can these wrinckles, and vayne teares portende]

What can these wrinckles, and vayne teares portende
But thine hard fauour, and indurate hart?
What shew these sighes, which from my soule I send
But endlesse smoake, raiz'd from a fierie smart?
Canst thou not pittie my deepe wounded brest?
Canst thou not frame those eyes to cast a smile?
Wylt thou with no sweet sentence make me blest?
To make amendes wilt thou not sport a while?
Shall we not once with our opposed eyne
In interchange, send, golden dartes rebated?
With short reflection twixt thy browes and mine
Whilest loue with thee, of my greefes hath debated?
Those eyes of loue, were made for loue to see,
And cast reguardes on others, not on mee.

SONNET LXXI.

[Those haires of Angels gold, thy natures treasure]

Those haires of Angels gold, thy natures treasure
(For thou by nature Angellike art framed)
Those louely browes, broade bridges of sweet pleasure,
Arche two cleare springs of graces gratious named,
There graces infinite do bathe, and sporte:
Vnder on both sides, those two pretious hilles

Where Phoeb'e, and Venus haue a seuerall forte:
Her couche with snowie lillyes Phoebe filles,
But Venus with redde Roses her's adorneth,
There they with silent tokens doe dispute:
VVhilst Phoebe Venus, Venus Phoebe scorneth,
And all the graces Iudgers there sit mute
To giue their verdict, till great Ioue said this,
Dianaes arrowes wounde not like thy kisse.

SONNET LXXII.

[My mistresse bewtie matched with the graces]

My mistresse bewtie matched with the graces
Twix't Phoeb', and Iuno should be Iudged there,
Where she with maske had, vayl'd the louely places,
And graces in like sort I masked were:
But when their louely bewties were disclos'd
This Nymphe (quoth Iuno) all the graces passeth,
For bewteous fauours in her face dispos'd,
Loues goddesse, in loues graces she surpasseth:
She doth not passe the graces Phoebe sade
(Though in her cheekes the graces richly sitte)
For they be subiectes to her bewtie made,
The glorie for this fayre Nymphe is most fitte:
There in her cheekes the graces blush for shame,
That in her cheekes to striue, the subiectes came.

SONNET LXXIII.

[Why did rich nature graces graunt to thee]

Why did rich nature graces graunt to thee,
Since thou art such a niggard of thy grace?
Or how can graces in thy body bee
Where neither they, nor pittie finde a place?

Ah they bene handmaydes to thy bewties furie,
Making thy face to tyrannise on men.
Condemn'd before thy bewtie by loues Iurie,
And by thy frownes adiudg'd to sorrowes den
Graunt me some grace, for thou with grace art wealthie
And kindely mayst afforde some gratious thing,
Mine hopes all as my minde weake and vnhealthie,
All her lookes gratious, yet no grace do bring
To me poore wretche, yet be the graces theare:
But I the furies in my brest doe beare.

SONNET LXXIIII.

[Cease ouer-tyred muses to complayne]

Cease ouer-tyred muses to complayne,
In vayne thou powers out wordes, in vayne thy teares,
In vayne thou writes thy verses, all in vayne:
For to the rockes and wall which neuer heares
Thou speakes, and sendes complaintes which finde no grace:
But why compaire I thee to rockes, and walles:
Yes thou discendes from stones and rockes by race,
But rockes will answere to the latter calles,
Yea rockes will speake each sentences last word,
And in each sillabe of that word agree,
But thou nor last nor first wilt me afford:
Hath pride or nature bred this fault in thee,
Nature, and pride haue wrought in thee these euils,
For women are by nature proude as diuels.

SONNET LXXV.

[Loue is a name too louely for the god]

Loue is a name too louely for the god,
He naked goes, redde colour'd in his skinne.

And bare (all as a boy) fitte for a rod:
Hence into Africke, there seeke out thy kinne,
Amongst the Moores, and swarthie men of Inde,
Me thou of ioyes, and sweet content hast hindred:
Hast thou consum'd me, and art of my kinde?
Hast thou inrag'd me, yet art of my kindered?
Nay Ismarus, or Rhodope thy father,
Or craggie Caucasus thy crabbed sier,
Vesuuius else, or was it Aetna rather?
For thou how many doest consume with fier?
Fierce Tygres, VVolues, and Panthers gaue the sucke
For louely Venus had not such euill lucke.

SONNET LXXVI.

[Be blind mine eyes, which saw that stormie frowne]

Be blind mine eyes, which saw that stormie frowne:
Wither long-watring lippes, which may not kisse:
Pyne armes, which wish't for sweet embraces missee
And vpright parts of pleasure, fall you downe:
VVast wanton tender thighes consume for this,
To her thighes elmes, that you were not made vynes:
And my long pleasure in her body grafted,
But at my pleasure her sweet thoughtes repines.
Mine hart with her faire colours should be wafted
Throughout this Oceane of my deepe dispaier:
VVhy doe I longer liue, but me prepaier
My life togather with my ioyes to finish?
And (long eare this) had I dyed with my care
But hope of ioyes to come, did all diminish.

SONNET LXXVII.

[How can I liue in mindes or bodies health]

How can I liue in mindes or bodies health
VVhen all foure elementes my greefes conspier?
Of all harts ioyes depriuing me be stelth,
All yeelding poysons to my long desier,
The fire with heates extreames mine hart enraging,
Water in teares, from dispaires fountaine flowing,
My soule in sighes, ayer to loues soule ingaging,
My fancies coales, earthes melancholie blowing.
Thus these (by nature) made for my releefe,
Through that bold charge, of thine Imperious eye
Turne all their graces into bitter greefe,
And I were dead should any of them dye:
And they my bodies substance all be sicke,
It followes then, I can not long be quicke.

SONNET LXXVIII.

[The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare]

The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare,
Saturne inthronist in thy frowning browes:
Next aufull Ioue thy maiestie doth beare:
And vnto dreadfull Mars, thy courage bowes,
Drawne from thy noble grandfathers of might:
Among'st the laurell crowned Poetes sweete,
And sweet Musitions take the place by right:
For Phoebus with thy graces thought it meete:
Venus doth sit vpon thy lippes, and chinne:
And Hermes hath inrich't thy wittes deuine:
Phoebe with chast desiers thine hart did winne:
The Planettes thus to thee their powers resigne.

Whom Planets honour thus is any such?
My muse then can not honour her too much.

SONNET LXXIX.

[Couetous eyes, what did you late behold?]

Couetous eyes, what did you late behold?
My riuall graced with a sunne-bright smile,
Where he with secret signes, was sweetly told
Her thoughtes with winkes, which all men might beguile
Audacious did I see him kisse that hand,
Which holdes the reanes of mine vnbridled hart,
And softely wringing it did closely stand
Courting with loue termes, and in louers art:
Next (with his fingers kist) he toucht her middle,
Then saucie (with presumption vncontrolld)
To hers from his eyes sent regardes hy riddle.
At length, he kist her cheeke: ah me! so bold
To bandie with bel-gardes in interchange?
Blind mine eyes (enuie) that the may not range.

SONNET LXXX.

[Long wish't for death, sent by my mistresse doome]

Long wish't for death, sent by my mistresse doome
Hold take thy prisoner full resolu'd to dye,
But first as cheefe, and in the highest roome
My soule to heauen I doe bequeath on hye,
Now readie to be seuer'd from thy loue:
My sighes to ayer, to Christall springes my teares,
My sad complaintes (which thee could neuer moue)
To mountaines desolate, and deafe, my feares
To Lambes beset with Lyons, my dispare
To night, and irksome dungeons full of dread:

Then shalt thou finde (when I am past this care)
My tormentes which thy cruelties haue bredde
In heauēs, clouds, springs hard mountaines, lambes, & night.
Here once vnited, then disseuer'd quite.

SONNET LXXXI.

[O kingly ielousie which canst admitte]

O kingly ielousie which canst admitte
No thought of com-peeres in thine high desier!
Loues bastard daughter for true-loues vnfitte
Scaulding mens harts, with force of secret fier:
Thou poysoned cancour of much-bewteous loue,
Fostred of enuies pappes with wrathfull rage,
Thou which doest still thine owne distruction moue
With eagles eyes, which secret watch doth wage:
With Peacockes feete, to steale in vnawares:
With prognes winges to false suspect which flyes
Which vertues hold in durance rashly dares,
Prouoker, and maintayner of vaine lyes,
Who (with rich vertues, and faire loue possest)
Causelesse hast all to thine harts hell adrest.

SONNET LXXXII.

[The chariot with the steed is drawne along]

The chariot with the steed is drawne along,
Shippes wing'd with windes, swift houer on the waues:
The stubborne plowes are hayl'd with Oxen strong,
Hard Adamant the strongest yron craues:
But I am with thy bewtie strongly forc'd,
Which (full of courage) drawes me like the steede:
Those windes thy spirite, whence cannot be diuorc'd,
Mine hart the shippe, from danger neuer free'd:

That strong conceipt on thy sweet bewtie lade,
The strong neck't Oxe, which drawes my fancies plow:
Thine hart that Adamant, whose force hath made
My strong desiers, stand subiect vnto you.
Would I were horse, oxe, Adamante, or winde:
Than had I neuer car'd, for woman-kinde.

SONNET LXXXIII.

[Darke night blacke image of my fowle dispare]

Darke night blacke image of my fowle dispare,
With greeuous fancies cease to vexe my soule,
With payne, sore smart, hot fires, cold feares, long care:
Too much (alas) this ceaselesse stone to roule.
My dayes be spent in penning thy sweet prayses,
In pleading to thy bewtie neuer matched,
In looking on thy face, whose sight amazes
My sence, and thus my long dayes be dispatched.
But night fourth from the mistie region rising
Fancies with feare, and sad dispayer doth send,
Mine hart with horrour, and vayne thoughtes agrizing:
And thus the fearefull tedious nightes I spend:
Wishing the noone to me were silent night,
And shades nocturnall, turned to daylight.

SONNET LXXXIIII.

[My sweet Parthenophe, within thy face]

My sweet Parthenophe, within thy face
My passions Calender may plaine be red:
The golden number told vpon thine hed,
The sunne dayes (which in carde I holy place
And which diuinely blesse me with their grace)
Thy chearefull smiles which can recall the dedde:

My working dayes, thy frownes from fauours fledde,
Which set a worke the furies in my brest
These dayes are six to one more then the rest:
My leape yeare is (oh when is that leape yeare)
When all my cares I ouerleape, and feast
With her fruition whom I hould most deare.
And if some Calenders the truth tell mee,
Once in fewe yeares, that happie leape shall bee.

SONNET LXXXV.

[From Eastes bed roasie, whence Aurora riseth]

From Eastes bed roasie, whence Aurora riseth
Be thy cheekes figur'd, which their beames display
In smiles: whose sight myne hart with ioy surpriseth,
And which my fancies flowers do fayre aray,
Chear'd with the gracious dewes of her regarde:
The West, whence euening comes, her frowning brow,
Where discontentment plowes his furroes harde,
(There doth she burie her affections now)
The North whence stormes, with mistes and frostes proceede,
My blacke dispayer, long sorrowes, and cold feare:
The South whence showers, in great abundance breede,
And where hot sunne doth to Meridian reare,
Mine eyes whose obiectes naught but teares requier,
And my soft hart consum'd with rage of fier.

SONNET LXXXVI.

[Oh fierie rage, when wilt thou be consum'd]

Oh fierie rage, when wilt thou be consum'd,
Thou that hast me consumed in such sort,
As neuer was poore wretch (which so presumed)
But for surueying of that bewteous sort?

Kep't in continuall durance, & inchayn'd
With hot desires, which haue my body pyned:
My minde from pleasures, and content restrained,
My thoughtes to care, and sorrowes ward assigned:
There, with continuall melancholie placed
In dismall horror, and continuall feare
I passe these irksome howers, scorn'd and disgraced
Of her, whose crueltie no brest can beare,
No thought endure, no torture can outmatch:
Then burne on rage of fier, but me dispatch.

SONNET LXXXVII.

[Burne on sweet fier, for I liue by that fewell]

Burne on sweet fier, for I liue by that fewell
Whose smoake is as an incense to my soule:
Each sigh prolonges my smart, be fierce and cruell
(My fayre Parthenophe) frowne, and controule,
Vexe, torture, scaulde, disgrace me, do thy will,
Stoppe vp thine eares, with flint immure thine hart,
And kill me with thy lookes, if they would kill:
Thine eyes, those christall phialls, which impart
The perfect balme, to my dead-wounded brest,
Thine eyes the quiuers, whence those dartes were drawne
Which me to thy loues bondage haue adrest:
Thy smile, and frowne, night starre, and daylightes dawne.
Burne on, frowne on, vexe, stoppe thine eares, torment me,
More for thy bewtie borne, would not repent me.

SONNET LXXXVIII.

[Within thine eyes mine hart takes all his rest]

Within thine eyes mine hart takes all his rest,
In which still sleeping all my sence is drown'd:

The dreames (with which my sences are opprest)
Be thousand louely fancies, turning round
The restlesse wheele of my much busie brayne:
The morning, which from resting doth awake me,
Thy bewtie, banish't from my sight agayne,
When I to long melancholie betake me:
Then full of errours all my dreames I finde,
And in their kindes contrarious, till the day
(Which is her bewtie) set on worke my minde,
Which neuer will cease labour, neuer stay:
And thus my pleasures are but dreames with me,
Whilst mine hot feuers paynes quotidian be.

SONNET LXXXIX.

[What be those heares dyed like the marrigold?]

What be those heares dyed like the marrigold?
Echo, gold
VVhat is that brow whose frownes make any mone?
Echo, anymone
VVhat were her eyes when the great Lordes controllde?
Echo, roll'de
VVhat be they when from them be loues throwne?
Echo, loues throane
VVhat were her cheekes (when blushes rose) like?
Echo, roselike
VVhat are those lippes which boue perles rew bee?
Echo, rewbee
Her Iuorie shoulders what be those like?
Echo, those like
VVhat saintes are like her speake if you bee?
Echo, few bee

Thou dwellst in rockes hart like somewhat then?
Echo, what then?
And rockes dwell in her hart, is tis true?
Echo, tis true
VVhom she loues best, know this cannot men?
Echo, not men
Passe him she loathes, then I dismisse you?
Echo, misse you
What sexe to whom men sewe so vayne much?
Echo, vayne much
Furies there fiers, and I complaine such?
Echo, plaine such.

SONNET XC.

[My mistresse armes are these, fayre, cleare, and bright]

My mistresse armes are these, fayre, cleare, and bright:
Argent in midst where is an ogresse set
VVithin an azuer ann'let, placed right:
The creaste two golden bowes, almost neare met
(And by this creaste her power abroad is knowne)
These armes, she beareth in the field of loue,
By bloudy colours where loues wrath is showne.
But in kinde passion, mylder then the doue
Her goodly siluer ensigne she displayes
Semi de roses, at whose louely sight
All louers are subdued, and vanquisht prayse
Those glorious colours vnder which they fight:
I by these armes, her captiue thrall was made:
And to those colours in that field betray'de.

SONNET XCI.

[These bitter gustes which vexe my troubled seas]

These bitter gustes which vexe my troubled seas,
And moue with force, my sorrowes floudes to flowe:
My fancies shippe tost here, and there by these
Still floates in daunger, raunging too and froe:
How feares my thoughtes swift pynnace thine hard rocke,
Thine harts hard rocke, least thou mine hart (his pylate
Together with him selfe) should rashely knocke,
And being quite dead-stricken, then should cry late,
Ah me! to late to thy remorselesse selfe,
Now when thy mercies all been banished
And blowne vpon thine hard rockes ruthlesse shelfe,
My soule in sighes is spent and vanished,
Be pittyfull alas, and take remorse,
Thy bewtie too much practiseth his force.

SONNET XCII.

[VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought?]

VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought?
Behold (not seene) an endlesse burning fier
Of fancies fuell, kindled with a thought,
VVithout a flame, yet still inflamed hyer:
No flames appearance, yet continuall smoake
Drawne coole to kindle, breath'd out hot agayne:
Two dy'mondes, which this secret fier prouoke,
Making two christalls with their heate to rayne:
A skinne, where bewteous graces reste at ease:
A tongue, whose sweetnesse mazes all the muses:
And yet, an hart of marble match't with these
A tongue (besides) which sweet replyes refuses.

These wonders by thy bewtie wrought alone,
Through thy proude eye, which made thine hart astone.

SONNET XCIII.

[Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie?]

Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie?
I list no such proude beggars at my gate:
For almes he mongst cold Arctique folke doth wate,
And sunne-burnt Moores in contrarietie,
Yet sweates, nor freezes more: then is it pietie
To be remorse-full at his bare estate,
His reach he racketh at an higher rate,
He ioynes with proudest in societie:
His eyes are blind (for-sooth) and men must pittie
A naked poore boy which doth no man harme,
He is not blind, such beggar boyes be wittie
For he markes, hittes, and woundes harts with his arme,
Nor coldest North can stoppe his naked race,
For (where he comes) he warmeth euery place.

SONNET XCIIII.

[Foorth from mine eyes, with full-tide flowes a riuer]

Foorth from mine eyes, with full-tide flowes a riuer,
And in thine eyes, two sparkling chrisolytes:
Mine eyes still couet to behold those lightes,
Thine eye still fill'd with arrowes, is loues quiuer:
Through mine eye, thine eyes fier inflames my lyuer,
Mine eyes in hart, thine eyes cleare fancies write:
Thus is thine eye to me my fancies giuer,
Which from thine eyes, to mine eyes take their flight,
Then pearce the secret center of my harte,
And feede my fancies with inflamed fewell,

This onely greeues, myne eyes had not that arte,
Thine to transpearce, thy nature was so cruell.
But eyes, and fancies, in this triumph make
That they were blind and raging for her sake.

SONNET XCV.

[Thou bright beame-spreading loues thrise happy starre]

Thou bright beame-spreading loues thrise happy starre,
Th' arcadian shepheard Astrophill's cleare guide:
Thou that on swift wing'd Pegasus doest ride,
Auroraes harbenger, surpassing farre
Aurora caried in her rosie carre:
Bright Planet, teller of cleare euening-tide,
Starre of all starres, fayre fauor'd nightes cheefe pride,
Which day from night, and night from day doest barre:
Thou that hast worldes of harts with thine eyes glaunce
To thy loues pleasing bondage taken thrall,
Behold, where graces in loues circles daunce,
Of two cleare starres, out-sparkling Planettes all:
For starres, her bewties arrow bearers bee,
Then be the subiectes, and superiour shee.

SONNET XCVI.

[The sunne in Pisces, Venus did intende]

The sunne in Pisces, Venus did intende
To see sicke Flora, whose soyle (since by kinde
Tytan to th' Antipod's his beames resign'de)
No pleasant flowers to welcome her did sende,
To whom for neede, Parthenophe did lende
(At natures suite) rich Helioch rise, which shyn'de
In her fayre heare, white lillyes which combyn'de
Which her high-smoothed browes, which bent, loue bende:

Violettes from eyes, sweet blushing eglantine
From her cleare cheekes, and from her lippes sweet roases:
Thus Venus paradice, was made deuine
VVhich such as nature in my Ladye cloases.
Then since with her loues Queene was glorified,
VVhy was not my sweet Lady diefied?

SONNET XCVII.

[Oh why should enuie with sweet loue consorte]

Oh why should enuie with sweet loue consorte
But that, with loues excesse seuen sinnes vnite:
Pride: that in high respect of my delight
I scorne all others. Lust: that with disporte
In thought of her, I sometimes take comfort.
VVrath, that with those in secret hart I fight
Which smile on her. and enuie: that I spight
Such meates, and wines as to her lippes resorte
And tuch that tongue, which I can neuer kisse.
Sloath: that secure in too much loue I sleepe
And nuzzled so, am to be free'de remisse.
And couetous I neuer meane can keepe
In crauing, wishing, and in working this
Though still I kisse and tuch, still tuch and kisse.

SONNET XCVIII.

[The sunne my Ladies bewtie representes]

The sunne my Ladies bewtie representes,
VVhose fierie-pointed beames each creature heates
Such force her grace on whom it counterbeates
Doth practise, which the patient still tormentes:
And to her vertues the bright moone assentes,
VVith whose pure chastitie my loue she threates:

VVhose thought it selfe in her coole circle seates,
And as the moone her bright habilimentes
Of her bright brother Phoebus borroweth,
So from her bewtie doth her chast desier
His brightnes draw, for which none dare aspier
To tempt so rare a bewtie, yet forgiue:
He that for thy sake so long sorroweth,
Can not but longer loue, if longer liue.

SONNET XCIX.

[This carefull head (with diuerse thoughtes distrest)]

This carefull head (with diuerse thoughtes distrest)
My fancies chronicleire, my sorrowes nurse:
These watchfull eyes (whose heedlesse am I curse)
Loues centernelles, and fountaines of vnrest:
This tongue still-trembling, harrold fit adrest
To my loues greefe, then any torment worse:
This hart true fortresse, of my spottelesse loue,
And rageous furnace of my long desier:
Of these by nature am I not possest
(Though nature there first meanes in me did moue)
But thou (deare sweet) with thy loues holy fire
Mine head greefes anueyle made with cares opprest
Mine eyes a spring, my tongue a leafe-winde shaken,
Mine hart a wastfull wildernesse forsaken.

SONNET C.

[Pleading for pitie to my mistresse eyes]

Pleading for pitie to my mistresse eyes,
Vrging on dutie fauours as desartes,
Complaining mine hid flames, and secret smartes,
She with disdaynefull grace, in iest replyes.

Her eyes were neuer made mans enemies:
Then me with me conceipt she ouerthwartes,
Vrging my fancie, which vayne thoughtes impartes
To be the causer of mine iniuries,
Saying I am not vext as I complained,
How melancholye bred this light conceipt:
Hard-harted mistresse, canst thou thinke I fayned?
That I with fancies vayne vayne woes repeate?
Ah no! for though thine eyes none else offend,
Yet by thine eyes, and noes, my woes want end.

SONNET CI.

[Had I been banish't from the natiue soyle]

Had I been banish't from the natiue soyle,
Where with my life I first receaued light:
For my first cradles had my tombe beene dight:
Or chang'd my pleasure for a ceaselesse toyle:
Had I for nurce, been left to Lyons spoyle:
Had I for freedome, dwelt in shadie night
Coup't vp in loth-some dungeons from mens sight.
Those first desiers which in my brest did boyle,
From which thy loues (vnkinde) thou banished
Had not been such an exile to my blisse.
If life (with my loues infancie) were vanished,
It had not been so sore a death as this:
If Lyonesses were in steede of nurses,
Or night for day, thine hate deserues more curses.

SONNET CII.

[Vayne gallantes, whose much longing spirites tickle]

Vayne gallantes, whose much longing spirites tickle,
Whose braynes swell with abundance of much witte,

And would be touch't fayne with an amourous fitte:
O lend your eyes, and bend your fancies fickle,
You, whom affections dart did neuer prickle,
You which hold louers fooles, and argue it:
Gase on my sunne, and if teares do not trickle
From your much maisterd eyes where fancies fitte,
Then, eagles will I terme you for your eyes,
But Beares, or Tygres for your saluage hartes:
But if it chance such fountaines should arise,
And you made like partakers of my smartes,
Her for her percing eyes, an eagle name:
But for her hart, a Tygre neuer tame.

MADRIGALL 15.

[Natures pride, loues pearle, vertues perfection]

Natures pride, loues pearle, vertues perfection,
In sweetnesse, bewtie, grace,
Of body, face, affection,
Hath glorie, brightnesse, place,
In rosie cheekes, cleare eyes, and heauenly minde:
All which, with wonder, honour, prayse take race
To charme, to shine, to flye, with fames protection:
Mine hart the first, mine eyes next, third my thought,
Did wound, did blind, did binde,
Which greeu'd, obscur'd, and wrought,
Hart, eyes, and sences with such imperfection,
That in their former comfort, sight, and kinde,
The moued, gaz'd, and sought,
Yet found not, in what order, sort, and case,
Of teares, plaints, sighes, with seas, with murmure, winde,
To finde, to get, t'imbrace,
Natures pride, loues pearle, vertues perfection.

MADRIGALL 16.

[Sleepe Phoebus still in glaucie Thetis lappe]

Sleepe Phoebus still in glaucie Thetis lappe,
Ioues eagles percing eyes be blinde:
Soft thinges whose tuch, is tickle to the minde
Giue no like tuch, all ioyes in one to wrappe.
All instrumentes, all birdes, and voyces
Make no such heauenly musicke in their kinde:
No fruites haue such sweet sappe,
No roote such ioyces,
No balme so much reioyces:
O breath, exceeding euery rich perfume!
For loue all pleasures in a kisse did lappe.
Her eyes did giue bright glaunces,
Sight is no fight, all light with that consume:
She tuch't my cheeke, at which tuch mine hart daūces,
Mine eyes, in priuie combate did præsume
Charging mine handes to charge her middle,
Whilst they threw wounding darts, & healing launces:
She kist and spoke attonce a riddle:
But such sweet meaning in darke sence
As shew'd the drift of her deare-sweet pretence,
More pleasing, then the corde of Harpe, or Lute.
On heauenly cherries then I feede,
Whose sappe deliciouser then Angels food,
Whose breath more sweet, thē gūme, herbe, flower, or bood,
O kisse which did all sence exceede!
No man can speake those ioyes, then muse be mute:
But say, for sight, smell, hearing, tast, and tuch,
In any one thing, was there euer such?

MADRIGALL 17.

[Enuious ayer, all natures publicke nurse]

Enuious ayer, all natures publicke nurse
Lend to my life no spirite:
Not that I prosper worse
Then earst of yoare, for I the state inherite
Which goddes in Paradise, boue mans demerite,
But for I highly scorne,
Thy common vapour should
With her sweet breath immixe, I cannot beare it:
Cold ayres infusion cannot be forborne,
O kisse, ô soule, which could
All waylinges haue outworne!
Angell of blisse, which cheeres me night, and morne,
Sweet cloud, which now with my soule doest enfould,
Salue to my soule once sicke.
Let men in Inde I'borne,
Cease boasting of rich drugges, and sweet perfume,
Egyptian gummes, and odours Arabicke
I loth, and wood deare sould
From Myrre, and Cypresse torne:
Tarry sweet kisse, do not in cloudes consume,
Yet can I feele thy spirite mouing quicke,
O why should ayre præsume,
To be her spirites riuall!
What do I speake? nor am I lunaticke:
I can not liue, else would I not assume
Cold ayer, to contriue all
My sorrowes with immixion,
Then dye whilst this sweet spirite the doth prycke,
Whilst thy sweet comfortes kisses are alyueall,

And loues sweet iurisdiction
Will make the dye possessed
Of all heauens ioyes, which for most comfort striueall:
Least death to pleasure should giue interdiction
Ah let my lippes be pressed,
And with continuall kisses
Powre euerlasting spirite to my life,
So shall I all wayes liue, so full be blessed.
Kisse still, and make no misses,
Double, redouble kisses,
Murmure affections, warre in pleasing strife:
Presse lippes, lippes rest oppressed,
This passion is no fiction.

MADRIGALL 18.

[After Auroraes blush the sunne arose]

After Auroraes blush the sunne arose,
And spread his beames:
With whose cleare gleames
My prickles rose-bud vaild his purple leaues,
In whose sweet fouldes, morning did pearles inclose,
Where sunne his beames in Orblike circleweaues,
And them t'inrich stoule those,
Natures bewtie, Phoebus vertue, loues incense:
Whose fauour, sappe, and sauour my sence reaues.
My muse hath these for theames,
They to my muse, my muse to them defence,
Phoebus (sometimes) loues oracles sendes thence.
Thus by my sunne a rose,
(Though a sweet rose pricklesse)
Pricklesse arose, deare prickle!
Which me diseaseth much, though I be sicklesse,

Nought me of ioy bereaues,
Saue fauour, sappe, and sauour all be fickle.
Blush not for shame, that thy sunne spreades his beames
My soule in sunder cleaues:
After Auroraes blush, the sunne arose.

MADRIGALL 19.

[Thy loues conceites are wounde about mine hart]

Thy loues conceites are wounde about mine hart,
Thy loue it selfe within mine hart a wounde:
Thy torches all arow sticke,
Which thy sweet grace about mine hart hath bounde:
There gleaming arrowes sticke in euery part,
Which vnto my marrow pricke.
Thy bewties fancie, to mine hart is thrall,
Mine hart, thy beauties thrall is founde:
And thou mine hart a bulwarcke art,
Conquer'd with bewtie, batter'd to the grounde.
And yet though conquer'd will not yeeld at all,
For in that conflict though I fall,
Yet I my selfe a conquerer repute:
In fight continuall, like victorious mart,
Yet euer yeeld, as euer ouerthrowne.
To be still prisoner is my suite,
I will be still thy captiue knowne:
Such pleasing seruitude,
Victorious conquest is, and fortitude.

MADRIGALL 20.

[My loue alas is sicke, fye enuious sicknesse!]

My loue alas is sicke, fye enuious sicknesse!
That at her brest where rest all ioyes, and ease,

Thou shouldst take such dispight, her to displease,
In whom, all vertues health hath quicknesse:
Thou durst not come in liuing licknesse,
For hadst thou come, thou couldst not her disease,
Her bewtie would not let the prease.
Sweet graces (which continually attend her)
At her short breath, breathe short, and sigh so deepe,
Which sicknesses sharpe furies might appease:
Both loues, and graces striue to mende her.
Oh neuer let me rest, but sigh, and weepe:
Neuer but weepe, and sigh, sicke is my loue,
And I loue-sicke, yet Phisicke may befrend her,
But what shall my disease remoue?

SONNET CIII.

[I slep't, when (vnderneath a laurell shade]

I slep't, when (vnderneath a laurell shade,
My face vprear'd aloft vnto the heauen)
Me thought I heard this spoken in a sueauen,
Nature on earth loues miracle hath made:
With this, me thought vpon a bancke was lade
An earthly body, which was fram'd in heauen,
To whom such graces, by the graces giuen
Sweet musicke in their seuerall orgaynes play'de:
In cheefe the silent musicke of her eye,
Softly recorded with heauens harmonie,
Drew downe Vrania from Cœlestiall sphoere:
Who maz'd, at mazy turning of her eyne
(To make diuine perfection) glazed theare
Those eyes with clearest substance christalline

MADRIGALL 21.

[When this cœlestiall goddesse had indew'de]

When this cœlestiall goddesse had indew'de
Her eyes with Sphœricke reuolution,
Vesta with her next guift ensew'de,
And lent to nature that thrise-sacred fier,
To which once Iaphets of-spring did aspier:
Which made a dissolution
Of a straunge ore, ingendred by the sunne
In grace, and worth more pure then goulde:
Which (gainst the Cyprian triūphes should be donne)
Guilded those wheeles, which Cupids' chariot rowl'de.

MADRIGALL 22.

[In centre of these starres of loue]

In centre of these starres of loue,
(Boue all conceites in mans capacitie)
An Orient iet which did not moue,
To Cupids chariot wheele made for the naffe,
Was fixt, which could with mylde rapacitie
Of lighter louers, draw the lighter chaffe:
This, shadow giues to clearer light,
In which as in a myrroulde there was framed,
(For those which loues conditions treate vpon)
A glasse, which should giue semblance right
Of all their Phisnomies impassionate.
Those harts (which tyrant loue doth beate vpon)
May there behold, what Cupid workes,
Yeelding in it, that figure fashionate
Which in the iettie myrrour lurkes.

MADRIGALL 23.

[Phoebus, rich father of eternall light]

Phoebus, rich father of eternall light,
And in his hand a wreath of Heliochrise
He brought, to bewtifie those tresses:
Whose trayne, whose softnesse, and whose glosse more bright
Apolloes lockes did ouerprise:
Thus with this gyrland, whiles her browes he blesses,
The golden shadow, with his tincture
Colour'd her lockes, I guilded with the cyncture.

MADRIGALL 24.

[Thus, as she was boue humaine glorie graced]

Thus, as she was boue humaine glorie graced,
The saint me thought departed,
And suddenly vpon her feete she started,
Iuno beheld, and fayne would haue defaced
That femall miracle, proude natures wonder,
Least Ioue through heauens cleare windowes should espie her,
And for her bewtie, Iunoes loue neglect:
Downe she discendes, and as she walked by her
A braunche of lilyes Iuno teares in sonder.
Then from her Sphœre, did Venus downe reflect,
Least Mars by chance her bewtie should affect,
And with a braunche of Roses
She bet vpon her face, then Iuno closes,
And with white lillyes did her bewtie chasten.
But louely graces in memoriall,
Let both the Rose, and lillyes colours fall
Within her cheekes, which to be formost hasten.

MADRIGALL 25.

[Whiles these two wrathfull goddesses did rage]

Whiles these two wrathfull goddesses did rage,
The little god of might,
(Such as might fitter seeme with craynes to fight,
Then with his bow to vanquish goddes, and kinges)
In a cherry-tree fate smiling;
And lightly wauing with his motley winges)
Fayre winges, in bewtie boyes, and gyrles beguiling,
And cherry garlandes with his handes compiling
Laughing, he leaped light
Vnto the Nymphe, to try which way best might
Her cheare, and with a cherry braunche her bobbed:
But her soft louely lippes
The cherryes, of their ruddie rubye robbed:
Eftsoones he to his quiuer skippes,
And bringes those bottles whence his mother sippes
Her nectar of delight,
Which in her bosome clamed place by right.

MADRIGALL 26.

[I dare not speake of that thrise holy hill]

I dare not speake of that thrise holy hill,
Which spread with siluer lillyes lyes,
Nor of those violettes, which voyde vaynes fulfill,
Nor of that maze on loues hill toppe,
These secrets must not be surueyde with eyes,
No creature may those flowers croppe,
Nor bath in that cleare fountaine.
Where none but Phoebe, with chast virgines wash,

In bottome of that sacred mountaine:
But whether now? thy verses ouerlash.

SESTINE 1.

[When I waked out of dreaming]

When I waked out of dreaming,
Looking all about the garden,
Sweete Parthenophe was walking:
Oh what fortune brought her hether!
She much fayrer then that Nymphe.
Which was bet with rose and lillyes.

Her cheekes exceede the rose and lillyes,
I was fortunate in dreaming,
Of so bewtifull a Nymphe:
To this happie blessed garden
Come you Nymphes, come fayries hether,
Wonder natures wonder walking:

So she seemed in her walking,
As she would make rose, and lillyes
Euer florish, oh but hether
Harke (for I beheld it dreaming)
Lillyes blush't within the garden,
Staind with bewties of that Nymphe.

The Rose for anger at that Nymphe
Was pale, and (as she went on walking)
When she gathred in the garden,
Teares came from the rose and lillyes:
As the sigh'd, their breath in dreaming
I could well perceiue it hether.

When Parthenophe came hether,
At the presence of that Nymphe,
(That hill was heauen where I lay dreaming)

But when I had espye'd her walking,
And in hand her rose, and lillyes
As sacrifice giuen by that garden,

(To loue stood sacred that fayre garden)
I dar'd the Nymphes to hasten hether:
Make homage to the rose, and lillyes
Which are sacred to my Nymphe:
Wonder when you see her walking.
Might I see her but in dreaming,

Euen the fancie of that Nymphe,
Would make me night, and day come hether
To sleepe in this thrise happie garden.

SONNET CIIII.

[Hold (matchlesse myrrour of all womankinde)]

Hold (matchlesse myrrour of all womankinde)
These pennes, and Sonnettes, seruaunts of thy prayse,
Plac'd in a world of graces, which amayse
All young beholders, through desier blinde:
Thou to whom conquered Cupid hath resign'd
His bowes, and dartes during thy sunnie dayes,
Through thine eyes force infeebled by the rayes
Which wondrers to their cost in thine eyes finde.
That there with bewties excellence vnable
To write, or beare, my pennes, and bookes refuse,
Thine endlesse graces are so amiable,
Passing the spirite of myne humble muse,
So that the more I write more graces rise
Which myne astonish't muse cannot comprise.

FINIS.