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[That we no Gold nor Siluer doe thee send]

That we no Gold nor Siluer doe thee send,
Twas for thy sake (kinde Stella) courteous Friend.
Who great things giue, doe looke for great againe,
Our trifling toyes shall ease thee of that paine.

TO THE IVDICIOVS VNDERSTANDER:

To the Ignorant Reader: and to the base Carper whatsoeuer.

Learned ) to you, whose true Gentilitie
Is match't with Vertue in Affinitie,
Into whose fluent Vaine, the Muses nine
Distill all Knowledge, Humane and Diuine,
Who haue the gifts of Tongues to vnderstand,
(Pure Linguists right) the state of euery Land:
Whose Eglets Spirits to mount on high are found,
And not as fearefull Swallow, lowe on ground:
Whose boundlesse Ocean of Intelligence,
Containes (of Artes) the subtile Quintessence.
Your curteous Nature, being so sweetly fram'd,
As it commends, what's worthier to be blam'd:
To you alone, and vnto none but you,
I offer vp my Selfe, and Booke, as due.
As for that golden Skonse with leaden VVit,
I scorne, for scorne, doth Ignorance best fit.
Rich dunghill Midas with his Asses eares,
VVho (with his Heeles) not with Discretion heares:
The perfum'd gilt-Spurre Muske-Cat, Valours shame,
Who is not (as he counterfeits) the same:
Wearing a siluer Sword for fashion sake,
And yet disgracefull Blowes and words will take:
Whose Speech and Ruffe seeme Both, as One to be,
Of the new Set, (Twins in Formalitie,)
Where, if you barre him from his Common places,
He is tongue-tide then, for therein his chiefe grace is,
Whose Apish Trickes and Nods, with ducking low,
The perfect Type of Vanitie doth show,
Whilst (capring for the nonce) his Coyne must ijngle,
His sole Attendance being his loathsome Ingle:
Thinking he should be prays'd for his pyde Cloathes,
(For he no better parts (than these are) showes:)
All such, I barre, and banish from my Booke,
Lest they profane it with vnhallowed Looke.
Their musty Scoffes I bandy them againe,
As strucken Ball flyes backe from whence it came.
These wry-mouth'd Curs that barke, but dare not bite;
(Their Mothers (but not Fathers) Children right;)
Ile scourge from hence, and gaule them to the quicke,
Whilst on themselues, not me, they poison spit.
But vnto you (Iudicious) all Respect,
Ass to the Scoffers Hate and base Neglect:
Nor (if they are marryed) doe I wish them worse,
Then to be plagu'd with Iealovsies blacke Curse.
And he that (causelesse) with my Booke findes fault,
I will maintaine with Vulcans Crest doth halt;
Iudge (mildely) with sober Discretion then,
So shall you be like Angels, and not Men.

To the Jealous Husband, vpon this Translation by his kinde Friend Mr. R. T.

Thou that beleeu'st no Female Virtue, Thou
Which so good lookes, and such false loue canst show
(Enough for fashion) but still doubt'st thy friend,
Least to thy choisest Piece he make his end.
Vnhappy soule! that to what's Good art blind,
That alwayes seekst, what thou fearst most to find.
That runst before thy Faire one in the street,
So, with foule mouths, that thy sly ears may meet,
Such as dare black the name of Goodnesse, such
As n'ere speake true but when they say, 'ts too much,
Thou shouldst enioy what Fortune, not thy worth
Hath giu'n tbee in her. Thou that ne're go'st forth
But with a longing to heare what they talk
Of Euphys, Sophron, if they chance but walk,
Through thy faind kindnesse, to thy fairest home,
And then art gal'd to heare some fained dome
Which may concerne thy forehead, that's most free
For them to philip, who most like thee bee;
That's such as know nor Virtue, neither can
Nor wish to know; that haue the name of Man
Only because they Prate, or Get, or Tell
The fortune of their Voiage, buy and sell;
Can only these, and Fashion; or for worse,
If any be, then hee that's only Purse.
And, were not Basenesse by hir virtue scornd,
Lord how securely, Dyszel, thou'dst be hornd.
Thou that to

The God of Cuckolds Rablais in Hist. Pantagruel lib. 3. chap. 33.

Coquage sacrificest, when
The Calender of Gods was made, mongst men
Coquage was occupi'd, while Ioue assign'd
To all the other Gods what speciall kind
Of Sacrifices, and what Place, what Day
Their Tides should be on; none but he away
No room in Heauen left him; Ioue's Decree
Was that he should with Goddesse Iealousie
Partake in Tide, but that, on Earth alone,
(Excluded Heauen) his Dominion
Should be mongst those whose liberty was lost
By Female vnion, but of all, those most
Which blest were with the Fayrest, yet of them
Onely o're such as sacrific'd to him
With feare, suspicion, searching, spyes and doubt.
None should his Godlike presence Grace without
Such daily rites; no fauour, help, or aid,
To any from him, while those dues vnpaid.
But, as an Appanage, his Deity
Should to the Iealous still companion be.
Thou that vnable fram'st thy policy
Gainst the Braguettes, and with Treachery
Vainly resists what the sweet sex would doe
With him they call on, great

Much worship't in Sheeland, and his Castle Chappel, or Shrine is the Braguettes.

St Balletrou.
Thou that deserust it, nor hadst so long mist
What thou so seekst for, if a Spagirist
Could saue hir Honors indiuiduall part,
Yet giue the blow, thou knowst, would neuer smart.
You that are n'ere at rest but when you wear
Hans Caruel's Ring. Thou eldest Child of Fear,
That of thy Madnesse first by Varchi done
See here made ours, to vs our Friend alone
Is as first Avthor. His desert must haue
What Censure to first Authors euer gaue.

The Censure of a Friend, vpon this Translation, done by R. T. Gentleman.

VVhat of this Booke the best Wits censure will,
My reach of apprehension hath not skill
To presuppose. The reason's ordinary:
Because mens Iudgements with their Mindes doe vary:
And for th' opinion of the Vulgar kinde,
(My selfe being one) they sure are of my minde,
Who, if my sense makes not my censure erre,
This subiect doth on each degree conferre
A benefit. The Iealous here may view,
(As in a Glasse) what of himselfe is true.
The Man or Wife from this pollution free,
(For detestation thereof) here may see,
The substance and successe of Iealousie.
Vnmarryed Youth (of eythe sexe) are here
Prescrib'd a Caution, and a course to cleare
Themselues of this. The auncient may collect
Prime Principles to dispossesse Suspect,
Not ouer-growne in any hee or shee,
Discouering but th'Effects of Iealousie.
Thus haue I th'Information of my wit,
And shallow Iudgement spent in prayse of it,
Which here my Friend translates: if more be fit
In laud of him (so that with truth't agrees)
Thankes to the Writer, more then I, hee sees.

To his Friend Mr. R. T. vpon the Translation of this Worke.

THE BLAZON of Jealousie.

[Looke, but aright, and long but for your owne.]

Looke, but aright, and long but for your owne.
Heare all alike, and Trust, when Truth is knowne.
Taste (but to feed) yet feede not (still to please.)
Touch neuer more, than lawfull is to sieze.
The Senses thus you (rightly) shall enioy,
Which (oft) makes many, Seruants of annoy.

SONETTO.

[Fayre Ladies, yee, who talking vp and downe this way]

[My mortall Foe, in whom you wonted were to see]

[If th' amorous Thought of mine that vexeth mee.]

[You neede not thus to stand in so great feare]

You neede not thus to stand in so great feare,
Nor to be watched, so, by him that loues you deare,
As if you doubted, (as it seemes to mee)
That by your owne selfe you should stollen be.

[Art thou a faithfull Friend and seek'st]

Art thou a faithfull Friend and seek'st
To cheate me of my Loue?
And break'st (in priuate) Friendships Bonds,
Confirm'd by Gods aboue?

[To toule me in, and draw me on]

To toule me in, and draw me on,
Most cunning art thou (LOVE,)
Sweet meate (at first) but afterward
Sowre sawce thou mak'st me proue,
Why shouldst to mee thus cruell show?
What credit ist for thee?
A God to entrap a silly wretch,
Think'st thou 'twill Glory be?

[The better for to bring me to thy Lure]

The better for to bring me to thy Lure,
And as thy prise and pray to get me sure,
(Love) thou, at first, dost lay thy tising bait
Most cunningly, to catch me with deceit:
Sweetly and mildely, thou dost set thy ginne,
By sugred smiles and lookes to draw me in:
But (woe is me) no sooner am I caught,
But that I finde to danger I am brought.
Thine Entertainment day and night is such,
As makes me grieue and sorrow ouer-much:
Why art so spightfull, and incenst gainst mee,
When better guerdon'd I deserue to be?
No doubt great glory shall to thee redound,
When it abroad shall euerywhere be found,
A mighty God, a silly man did ketch
Within his Nets, by force and subtill fetch.

[My Wench is gone and stollen away]

My Wench is gone and stollen away,
Whom I did loue so deare,
And art my Friend, and yet forbidst,
That I from teares forbeare?

[Stab me with Sword, or Poyson strong]

Stab me with Sword, or Poyson strong
Giue mee to worke my bane,
So thou court not my Lasse, so thou
From Mistresse mine refraine,
Command my selfe, my Body, Purse,
(As thine owne Goods) take All,
And as my nearest, dearest Frend,
I (euer) vse thee shall:
Oh spare my Loue, to haue (alone)
Her, to my selfe I craue,
Swounds Ioue himselfe Ile not endure
My Riuall for to haue.

[What's lawfull, base, what's hard to get]

What's lawfull, base, what's hard to get,
More eager doth vs moue:
Senselesse, that suffreth others court
His Wife, yet her will loue.

[Too much of easie yeelding Loue]

Too much of easie yeelding Loue
My minde doth soone annoy,
Too much of common daintie Fare
The Stomacke (still) doth cloy.

[So many Sutors to endure]

So many Sutors to endure,
Thy patience sheweth too base,
Another seeke, as Riuall now,
For to supply my place.

[CARE, who as vigilant, dost alwayes watch]

[Anon through all the Cities great]

Anon through all the Cities great
of Africque, Fame is gone,
That blazing Flame, a Mischiefe such,
as swifter there is none,
By mouing more shee breedes, and as
shee runnes her might doth rise.
Below (for feare) shee lurketh, first,
then straight aloft, in skies
She mounteth.

[As t'is a blessed thing God to behold in skie]

As t'is a blessed thing God to behold in skie,
So blessed, as wee can, nor ought, to couet more:
So happy am I when I view thy face with eye,
Since nothing in this world I doe so much adore,
Nor haue I seene thee fayrer then I view thee now,
Unlesse mine Eyes (as partiall) iuggle with Conceit;
Hope of my Life, the Mindes chiefe Beauty true,
On whom (as dutie bindes) my Heart doth wait:
But th' art no sooner seene, but art straight out of sight,
Else would I not thy Company so much desire;
Then if some liue by Sent, (as wee beleeue) they write
By Water some, and some by Taste, by Touch, and Fire,
Why by your sweet sight then, should I not liue,
Feeding on nothing else, since life you giue?

[Once was I wont to comfort me in sleepe]

Once was I wont to comfort me in sleepe
With that sweet heauenly face of Mistresse mine;
But now in Feare and Griefe it doth me keepe,
(Yet Greife nor Feare can ease mee any time)
Me thought I saw within that beauteous Face
True Pittie, and still Sorrow plac't aright,
My Heart gaue firme Beliefe to this sad Case,
Disarming mee of Hope, and Pleasure quite.
Remember well said shee, that latest Eue,
That Night in which I left thee weeping so,
And when (constrain'd through Time) which mee did grieue,
I went my wayes and left thee plung'd in Woe,
Then could not I tell thee so much for Griefe.
Now doe I tell thee what thou find'st too true,
Dispayre therefore, and thinke not of reliefe
Thou (neuer more) mee in this world shalt view.
Too true I heard what my sicke Heart beleeu'd,
And (euer) shall, for which it still hath grieu'd.

[A Womans Tongue that is as swift as Thought]

A Womans Tongue that is as swift as Thought,
Is euer bad, and she her selfe starke Nought:
But shee that seldome speakes and mildly then,
Is a rare Pearle amongst all other Women.
Maides must be seene, not heard, or selde or neuer,
O may I such one wed, if I, wed euer.
A Maide that hath a lewd Tongue in her head,
Worse than if she were found with a Man in bed.
Be she best of her Sexe, (Good All,) I hold,
She is worse then worst, if once she proue a Scold.
Flye then such Furies as (still) scold and raile,
Queanes of their Tongue, are (most) Queanes of their Taile.

[Loue, which enflam'st the troubled Heart]

Loue, which enflam'st the troubled Heart
with burning Zeale
And kep'st him shut in Prison fast
with icy Feare;
And (which is most) to'th doubtfull sense
dost not reueale
Or Hope, or Feare, or Fire, or Ice,
which he doth beare.
In greatest Heate I shake; and burne
in coldest time:
Full of Desire, and yet is my
suspect as much
As if a Woman should
hide vnder garments fine
Some liuing man, (although there can
be nothing such.)
Of all these plagues, the first is
proper vnto mee,
To burne both day and night, yet how
this harmefull flame
Is sweet in minde, and pleasant
seemeth for to be
No thought can well expresse, nor pen
can write the same:
The other's none of mine, for my
fire's of such power,
As goeth beyond the force of man
so farre to reach:
Who thinkes by his flight to the height
thereof to skoure:
Flies but in vaine, and soone
a dangerous fall may catch:
Well may All striue this golden Ball
to gaine,
But in the end they shall (deceiu'd)
remaine.

[A modest and maiestike Lady did I see]

A modest and maiestike Lady did I see,
Betwixt two Louers; of which twaine my selfe was one.
The other, the glorious Sunne with his
most brightsome glee:
The Sunne on th' one side, I on th' other then was gone.
But when she did perceiue, she compast was about
With the hot rayes of her braue and heroycke friend,
She (smiling) turned toward me,
and wound her selfe thereout.
(Ah would that she had neuer vs'd me more vnkind,)
This made me quickly turne my Ielousie to ioy,
Which at the first began to grow within my hart,
Lest such a mighty aduersary should me noy;
Which he had done, but that shee (soone)
from him did part.
This caus'd him seeme to haue a sad and watry face,
Whilest that a pretty shower did compasse him each side
As he did gloomy show because of his disgrace,
So much to be o'recome; did it pull downe his pride:
The Sunne so grieu'd at Lauras deepe disdaine,
As his bright Beames were turn'd to duskie raine.

[My question's why Ægistus lewd]

My question's why Ægistus lewd
became Adulterer vile,
Tis answer'd: Hee not labour would,
his lasinesse did him spoyle.

[High Colour (in a Woman) Choler showes]

High Colour (in a Woman) Choler showes,
And shee's vnwholsome that like Sorrell growes,
Nought are the Peeuish, Proud, Malitious,
But worst of all the Red, shrill, Iealious.

[A slow soft Tongue betokens Modestie]

A slow soft Tongue betokens Modestie,
But, quicke and loud signe's of Inconstancy:
Words, more then swords, the inward Heart doe wound,
And glib'd tongue'd Women seldome chaste are found.
Much tongue in Wiues is bad, in Maides farre worse,
A long tonqu'd Maide is right the Diuels dry Nurse:
He roares aloud, shee scoldeth shrill like bell;
Both worse than Fiends, both fit to liue in Hell.

[But neyther rauening Tyger mad]

But neyther rauening Tyger mad,
Nor wildest foaming Bore,
Are halfe so fierce, baited by Dogs,
Whom they doe panch and gore:
Nor ruthlesse Lionesse, who sucke
Giues to her little ones:
Nor Viper, quicke, trod on by chance
By Traueller on the stones:
As is a iealous Womans minde,
Whom Fury doth enflame.
Her gastly Count'nance showes her Thoughts,
None can her malice tame:
To Sword and Fire shee flyes, all Shame
Shee casteth from her quite,
Like such as are possest in Soule,
With some most hellish Spright.
Behold Medea, how shee seekes,
Reuengement for to take
Upon her Children and her Spouse.
Whom shee away would make.
Another cruell mother is
The Swallow, which you see
Begor'd with bloud on brest, a marke
That with her Fact doth gree,
This is that damned Iealovsie,
Which o'er much Loue doth breede.
The wiser sort must shunne this Fiend,
And of the same take heede.

[My loueliest Flame, more beauteous then the best]

My loueliest Flame, more beauteous then the best,
Who had the heauens (her country) so much at command
Is thither gone; where, with the blessed, she doth rest,
And (as a glorious star) by Venus (there) doth stand,
Now I beginne to wake, & (by Her) I doe finde,
That (for my Good) she crost me in my prime Desire,
And with a sweet disdaine (for my deserts) too kinde,
She temper did my more than hot and raging Fire.
I humbly thanke her, and thanke her Discretion sage,
Who with such mildnes cool'd my hasty youthfull Heate,
Whilst I giuen o'er through fancy fond to raue and rage,
My Mind (thus yong) about my soules health I did beat.
O dainty Arts, and rare Effects, fit for the same:
The one, my Verse, her matchles face, the other, wrought.
She vertuous seedes did sow in me, I rais'd her Fame:
Her sacred selfe, my witty Braine, to passe this brought.
Thrice happy I, if that so rare a Muse
Had liued (still) Grace in me to infuse.

[Hope is the sad Hearts helpe]

Hope is the sad Hearts helpe,
the sicke Thoughts Friend,
And what Distrust impaires,
Hope doth amend.
True Hope is swift, and flyes
with Swallowes wings,
Kings it makes Gods, and
meanest Creatures Kings.

[If Virgil, or learn'd Homer seene had my Sun bright]

If Virgil, or learn'd Homer seene had my Sun bright,
Which I so oft behold with these my happy eyes,
They would haue mixt (to blaze her Fame) their vtmost might,
In both their tongues they would haue rais'd her to the Skies:
They would haue made Æneas discontent and sad,
Achillis, graue Vlissis, many Heroies then,
Augustus, and Orestes, (who Ægistus had
Did kill) should still haue laine in darke Obliuions don:
Old Ennius sang in harsh and ragged formed Verse,
Don Scipios praise (the matchlesse wonder of his age.)
I striue a peerelesse Virgins fame for to rehearse,
Who wins the Garland for her vertuous carriage sage.
Heauens grant, though (for this subiect) meane's my wit,
That shee'l not skorne me, but accept of it.

[No doubt, some Fiend, this Looking-glasse did make]

No doubt, some Fiend, this Looking-glasse did make,
Within the waters of th' infernall Lake;
Forgetfulnesse eternall, dyed the same
From whence (at first) did spring my mortall bane.

[That which breakes Louers chaste designes in twaine]

That which breakes Louers chaste designes in twaine,
And giues to Many, what (to One) doth appertaine,
Is that which fils mens hearts with furious sire,
And (topsi turui) turnes each amorous desire;
Is that which makes Men wish (so oft) to dye,
And to contest gainst God, he is borne disasterously;
Makes him disclaime his Goodnesse and his Grace,
When as he findes himselfe in such hard case:
To liue as one forsooke, and quite exild,
From all good Fortune, and from pitty milde:

[Each thing affrights me, I doe feare]

Each thing affrights me, I doe feare
Ah pardon mee, my feare.
I doubt a man is hid within
The cloathes which thou dost weare:
If thine owne Mother kisse thee (oft)
Or Sister thine, I grieue:
I feare the Mayde that lyeth with thee,
And in thy House doth liue.
Each thing makes me suspect; I looke
With iealous watchfull eye;
The Nurse makes me to doubt, and Childe
That doth in Cradle lye.

[As if a woman in her Gowne]

As if a woman in her Gowne,
Or in a slender Vayle,
A liuing man should (secret) hide,
Which is a senslesse tale.

[I mine owne shadowes dread, alone]

I mine owne shadowes dread, alone,
Which (nothing are) in vaine,
And, like a foole, through foolish feare,
Oft put my selfe in paine.

[But thou (kinde Witall) Husband thou]

But thou (kinde Witall) Husband thou
Unto my subtle Wench,
I pray thee haue a watchfull eye,
Least shee play false at Fence.

[I dread (Aurora) least]

I dread (Aurora) least
for Cephalus thou would
Haue chosen him, saue that
thy former Rape doth thee with-hold:
If Phœbe view him (once)
that all suruayes with Eye,
My Phao shall be quickely forc't
in slumbers long to lye:
In Iuory Waggon would
Dame Venus to the Starres
Haue borne him, but she fear'd, hee would
haue coyde the God of Warres.

[There's no vnkindnesse like Loue wrong'd]

There's no vnkindnesse like Loue wrong'd,
Such things most bitter are to mee,
Let me mine owne throate cut; yet I
A kinde Foe to my selfe shall be:
With what face can I see strange Armes
My Wench for to imbrace and twine,
When shee anothers shall be tearm'd,
Who (but euen now) was called Mine?
Sure all things change and Louers mindes
Doe change, and (changing) proue.
Winne thou in Loue, or doe thou loose,
So turnes the wheele of Loue.

[When Heauen would striue to doe the best shee can]

When Heauen would striue to doe the best shee can,
And put an Angels spirit into a Man.
Then all her powers shee in that Worke doth spend,
When shee a Poet to the world doth send;
The difference onely twixt the Gods and Vs,
Allow'd by them, is but distinguisht thus;
They giue them breath, Men by their Powers are borne,
That life they giue the Poet doth adorne:
And from the world, when they dissolue mans breath,
They in the world doe giue Man life in death.

[Who is resolu'd to lead his life vnsure]

Who is resolu'd to lead his life vnsure,
Amid the wauering Seas and Rockes so high
Fearelesse of death in Barke which cannot dure,
Must make account he to his End is nigh.
'Tis good for such an one to hoyse his sayle,
And towards the Hauen get for his auayle.

[Well maist thou (Po) my body carry fast]

Well maist thou (Po) my body carry fast,
By reason of thy swift and mightie wane,
My Soule the Ghest within this lodging plac't,
For all thy force with thee, thou canst not haue:
This neare giues o'er, but striues to mount on high,
Forcing (herselfe) vnto the clouds to glide,
Vntill it to that happy place come nigh,
Where it doth hope in perfect Blisse to bide:
Thou Prince of Riuers, prouder than the rest,
Encountring with the Sunne when day doth breake:
And in the ponent of that Light quite disposest,
Where waters thine beginne for to grow weake,
Beare thou this outward shape alone with thee,
Whilst my Soule in her sweet lodge longs to be.

[What is not Love? tis All, Vertue and Vice]

[Ladies, it tedious were to set downe here]

Ladies, it tedious were to set downe here,
How much I grieue at my new libertie,
Since I brake prison; where so many yeere
Loue kept mee (as he pleas'd) most watchfully,
My Heart would tell mee oft hee could not liue,
But as hee did, whilst Cupid (subtle Elfe)
Met me in Shadowes false, me (more) to grieue,
And might deceiue a wiser than my selfe.
This makes me oft looke backe, and (sighing) say
Woe's me too late, now to my losse I finde,
'Tis worse with mee now I am scap't away,
My Yoake and Chaines were wont to be more kinde:
Too late I now perceiue my wilfull fall,
And hardly (now) can I my selfe vntwine
From my first Error, which I would recall,
In which I wound my selfe through Follies mine;
When I was bound, I then wisht to be free;
Now I am freed, I loath my Libertie.

[Grecinus, well I wot thou told'st me once]

Grecinus, well I wot thou told'st me once,
I could not be in Loue with two at once;
By thee deceiu'd, by thee surpris'd am I,
For now I Loue two Women equally:
Both are well fauoured, both rich in aray,
And which the lou'liest is, t'is hard to say,
This seemes the fairest, so doth that to me,
And this doth please me most, and so doth she:
Euen as a Boat tost by contrary Winde,
So with this Loue, and that wauers my Minde.

[What is the reason (tell me) cruell Loue]

What is the reason (tell me) cruell Loue,
That gainst all common sence I wretch should proue,
And beare two fires, when I haue but one hart,
For Cinthia and for Flora, more to make me smart?

[Fayre Ladies, he that shall loue more]

Fayre Ladies, he that shall loue more
Than one of any you;
And at one time dissembler is,
His Loue can not be true:
His mind's beyond his might, like he
That with his daring eye
Stands staring on the Sunny beames,
And blinded is thereby:

[The trewest Loue (sometim's) suspicious]

The trewest Loue (sometim's) suspicious,
And feedes on Cares and Feares most amorous;
Nor can Love liue without some Iealovsie.
Which tane away, it strait begins to dye.

[T'is fast good-will, and gentle curtesies]

T'is fast good-will, and gentle curtesies,
Reclaimes a Woman, and not watching eyes;
For where Suspect directeth forward wils,
Beauties sweet dalliance with despight it kils:
And where a Man is Iealous without cause,
The Woman good, for to be bad (oft) drawes.