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The fifth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
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A Sonnet.
[If teares we spill by louing, and bereaue not]
If teares we spill by louing, and bereaue not,Our harts of troubles, which for loue we faine not,
Dainties they are of loue, which we obtaine not,
Dainties they are of loue, which we conceiue not:
If that by louing passions we desire not,
And sighes for loue, wherewith we doe complaine all,
Dainties they are of loue, which we disdaine all,
Dainties they are of loue, which we require not.
The false suspectes to be of all eschewed,
The iealousies of euery Mistresse mooued,
Dainties they are of loue not well aduised:
To faine not, without why not to be loued,
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Dainties they are of loue of all despised.
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[Ah well away how firme and suer ar]
Ah
well away how firme and suer ar
Torments, and paines in each true louers hart:
For when I thought that I did wander far,
And changed place, this fierce and amorous war,
And wounding greefe would from my soule depart.
Yet now in fine by proofe too well I knowe,
That greefe, and sorrowes, absence doth not kill,
As some doe say; but makes them more to growe:
And wit so deerely bought with double woe,
Is bought (I needes must say) against my will.
Torments, and paines in each true louers hart:
For when I thought that I did wander far,
And changed place, this fierce and amorous war,
And wounding greefe would from my soule depart.
Yet now in fine by proofe too well I knowe,
That greefe, and sorrowes, absence doth not kill,
As some doe say; but makes them more to growe:
And wit so deerely bought with double woe,
Is bought (I needes must say) against my will.
I goe from place to place, and neuer yet
My haunting greefe, and cares doe goe away:
I am so diuers in my wandring wit,
That in one place I neuer rest, nor sit,
Yet still the same are sworne with me to stay.
My fainting legs my drooping bodie beares
From place to place, and yet fierce paine sustaines,
It is so seasoned with my swelling teares,
That since my Life of late my loue for sweares,
All comforts that I offer, it disdaines.
My haunting greefe, and cares doe goe away:
I am so diuers in my wandring wit,
That in one place I neuer rest, nor sit,
Yet still the same are sworne with me to stay.
My fainting legs my drooping bodie beares
From place to place, and yet fierce paine sustaines,
It is so seasoned with my swelling teares,
That since my Life of late my loue for sweares,
All comforts that I offer, it disdaines.
My cruell paine, wherewith my life is spent,
I would contemne, and would but little make,
If that my Mistresse would in minde consent,
That I should beare this ceaselesse punishment
Onely for her for her most sweetest sake.
But that which makes so wide, and deepe a tent
Of greefe within my hart, and makes it die,
As often as I thinke how she is bent,
Is, that to that she neuer will relent,
Where remedie, nor any helpe doth lie.
I would contemne, and would but little make,
If that my Mistresse would in minde consent,
That I should beare this ceaselesse punishment
Onely for her for her most sweetest sake.
But that which makes so wide, and deepe a tent
Of greefe within my hart, and makes it die,
As often as I thinke how she is bent,
Is, that to that she neuer will relent,
Where remedie, nor any helpe doth lie.
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After that loue so strong and firme a fort
Had built within my brest, vnto his minde,
Louing, a death I rather would support,
Then now to liue after another sort,
Or for my selfe in libertie to finde.
For speedie death I knowe must be my fate
With such a life, as now I doe endure,
With mine owne handes to end this hard debate,
To cruell death I will set ope the gate,
And in my brest will lodge it most secure.
Had built within my brest, vnto his minde,
Louing, a death I rather would support,
Then now to liue after another sort,
Or for my selfe in libertie to finde.
For speedie death I knowe must be my fate
With such a life, as now I doe endure,
With mine owne handes to end this hard debate,
To cruell death I will set ope the gate,
And in my brest will lodge it most secure.
Who doubts that if but once she came to knowe
My greeuous paines and passions which I feele,
But that to me some pitie she would showe,
Though in her brest, where pitie yet may growe,
She had a hart harder then any steele.
Who doubtes, if that she did but knowe the smart,
Her louer feeles, his plaintes and endlesse mone,
But that she would with milde and gentle hart
Pitie his case, although she had each part
Of it, as hard as craggie Dimond stone.
My greeuous paines and passions which I feele,
But that to me some pitie she would showe,
Though in her brest, where pitie yet may growe,
She had a hart harder then any steele.
Who doubtes, if that she did but knowe the smart,
Her louer feeles, his plaintes and endlesse mone,
But that she would with milde and gentle hart
Pitie his case, although she had each part
Of it, as hard as craggie Dimond stone.
Orpheus, when descended into hell
For faire Euridice his wife, and past
The triple-headed-dog, that did not yell,
Nor barke, the Fiends that in Auernum dwell,
Made not so milde, at his sweete sound agast,
As my tormenting passions, and my paine
Would mooue the hardest hart to heauinesse,
And euery hart in all the world againe,
And not without great reason, nor in vaine,
But that of my most cruell Shepherdesse.
For faire Euridice his wife, and past
The triple-headed-dog, that did not yell,
Nor barke, the Fiends that in Auernum dwell,
Made not so milde, at his sweete sound agast,
As my tormenting passions, and my paine
Would mooue the hardest hart to heauinesse,
And euery hart in all the world againe,
And not without great reason, nor in vaine,
But that of my most cruell Shepherdesse.
Ah woe how haue I thus deluded beene?
How haue I liu'd deceiued in this art?
Since that so simply I did ouerweene,
That there could be no difference betweene
Her fairest face, and her most cruell hart.
What man betwixt the cope of heauen and hell
Is there of wit so simple and so slender,
That could but thinke, or once imagine well,
That such a hard, and cruell hart could dwell
In such a daintie bodie and so tender?
How haue I liu'd deceiued in this art?
Since that so simply I did ouerweene,
That there could be no difference betweene
Her fairest face, and her most cruell hart.
What man betwixt the cope of heauen and hell
Is there of wit so simple and so slender,
That could but thinke, or once imagine well,
That such a hard, and cruell hart could dwell
In such a daintie bodie and so tender?
What humane wit (O greefe that I doe see it)
Would euer thinke that crueltie possest
Her hart, or such a Tygresse hart to be yet
Placed in her, whose outward shew to me yet
Should promise peace, and in so milde a brest?
Who would haue thought (it almost was in vaine)
That from her toong, distilling honie drops,
So fierce an answere should proceede againe,
And wordes she vttered with so great disdaine,
Bittrer to me then gall, or wildest hops.
Would euer thinke that crueltie possest
Her hart, or such a Tygresse hart to be yet
Placed in her, whose outward shew to me yet
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Who would haue thought (it almost was in vaine)
That from her toong, distilling honie drops,
So fierce an answere should proceede againe,
And wordes she vttered with so great disdaine,
Bittrer to me then gall, or wildest hops.
And, that I am deceiued in this ground
Of my faire Nymph, I ioy with all my hart:
Bicause I would not thinke, there could be found
In so great good a thing, that should redound
To so great ill, and to so bad a part.
It shall be therefore best for me ywisse
Not to suspect in her so foule a crime,
That she is hard, or that she cruell is,
But my mishap, that euer went amisse
Euen from my birth-day to this very time.
Of my faire Nymph, I ioy with all my hart:
Bicause I would not thinke, there could be found
In so great good a thing, that should redound
To so great ill, and to so bad a part.
It shall be therefore best for me ywisse
Not to suspect in her so foule a crime,
That she is hard, or that she cruell is,
But my mishap, that euer went amisse
Euen from my birth-day to this very time.
Bicause my paines should neuer be aboue
My ioies, and care before my sweete content
Should come: I am most constant in my loue,
Sans widowhood, like to the turtle doue,
That losse of her companion doth lament.
In liuing, and in louing too amaine,
I thinke I goe beyond her euery howre,
But yet I am not like to her againe,
In that I did not first a sweete obtaine,
Before I tasted of a bitter sowre.
My ioies, and care before my sweete content
Should come: I am most constant in my loue,
Sans widowhood, like to the turtle doue,
That losse of her companion doth lament.
In liuing, and in louing too amaine,
I thinke I goe beyond her euery howre,
But yet I am not like to her againe,
In that I did not first a sweete obtaine,
Before I tasted of a bitter sowre.
All that my wofull minde should recreate,
The water, that is christall pure and cleere,
I cannot choose, nor otherwise but hate,
Bicause I would not see so bad a state,
And such a haplesse body wander heere.
Like as the snake, or adder that doth bite
I flie, with hastie foote, and doe not stay
In any place, where greene may giue delight,
For this doth leese his hew, and vigour quite,
Where hope begins to faile and to decay.
The water, that is christall pure and cleere,
I cannot choose, nor otherwise but hate,
Bicause I would not see so bad a state,
And such a haplesse body wander heere.
Like as the snake, or adder that doth bite
I flie, with hastie foote, and doe not stay
In any place, where greene may giue delight,
For this doth leese his hew, and vigour quite,
Where hope begins to faile and to decay.
If musing all alone by chaunce I stay
Vpon my greefe, that smallest ioy denies,
And see some spring or fountaine in the way
I flie, and softly to my selfe I say,
Let that suffice, that runneth fro mine eies.
And if in taking some poore little pleasure
(If pleasure in a haplesse state I take)
And view the greene, the countries hope and treasure,
I flie, and say, that hope of death must measure
My minde with ioy, that doth my pleasures make.
Vpon my greefe, that smallest ioy denies,
And see some spring or fountaine in the way
I flie, and softly to my selfe I say,
Let that suffice, that runneth fro mine eies.
And if in taking some poore little pleasure
(If pleasure in a haplesse state I take)
And view the greene, the countries hope and treasure,
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My minde with ioy, that doth my pleasures make.
According to my life in great disgrace,
And miseries, euen from my mothers wombe,
I thinke (and as I am in such a case)
That if I follow death with happie pace,
Death will not yet vnto my succour come.
I thinke sometimes (alas weake is my might)
To giue my selfe some comfort and some rest,
But they doe flie from me by day and night,
In me (poore wretch) they can take no delight,
And so my paines doe double in my brest.
And miseries, euen from my mothers wombe,
I thinke (and as I am in such a case)
That if I follow death with happie pace,
Death will not yet vnto my succour come.
I thinke sometimes (alas weake is my might)
To giue my selfe some comfort and some rest,
But they doe flie from me by day and night,
In me (poore wretch) they can take no delight,
And so my paines doe double in my brest.
It wearies me (for greefe doth euer range)
To be so long together in a place:
Yet my vnwearied greefes doe neuer change
Their place, but still my seldome ioies in strange
And cruell manner from my brest doe chace:
Heere stay my song, and tell the world my smart,
And let this tree with thee haue neuer end,
For with me shall my haunting greefe depart,
For it will neuer leaue my wofull hart,
Like to a trustie good and faithfull friend.
To be so long together in a place:
Yet my vnwearied greefes doe neuer change
Their place, but still my seldome ioies in strange
And cruell manner from my brest doe chace:
Heere stay my song, and tell the world my smart,
And let this tree with thee haue neuer end,
For with me shall my haunting greefe depart,
For it will neuer leaue my wofull hart,
Like to a trustie good and faithfull friend.
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[Stela mine onely Goddesse, and my good]
Stela mine onely Goddesse, and my good,
Whiter then is th' vntrodden snowie way,
And redder then the rose, but late a bud
Halfe blowen, and pluckt with deaw by breake of day:
To see more gracious then the Plane tree shape,
And sweeter then the ripe and swelling grape:
More pleasant then the shade in sommer time,
More then the sunne in winters coldest prime.
Whiter then is th' vntrodden snowie way,
And redder then the rose, but late a bud
Halfe blowen, and pluckt with deaw by breake of day:
To see more gracious then the Plane tree shape,
And sweeter then the ripe and swelling grape:
More pleasant then the shade in sommer time,
More then the sunne in winters coldest prime.
More fresh then any coole and trembling winde,
More noble then the fruit, that orchards yeelds,
More iocund then the tender kid, by kinde
When full, it skips and runs about the fields:
More flowrie then the rich and pleasant meade,
With painted flow'rs in mids of May be spred:
More soft then spotlesse downe in Cygnets brest,
More then the milke, and cheese curds yet vnprest.
More noble then the fruit, that orchards yeelds,
More iocund then the tender kid, by kinde
When full, it skips and runs about the fields:
More flowrie then the rich and pleasant meade,
With painted flow'rs in mids of May be spred:
More soft then spotlesse downe in Cygnets brest,
More then the milke, and cheese curds yet vnprest.
More shining then cleere christall and transparent,
And finer wasted then the Cypres tree,
Straighter then is the Poplar eminent,
Placed amongst those trees that lower be
More cleere then ice, or any frozen raine
And (if in onely this thou dost disdaine,
Bicause it is with more perfection filled)
More faire then any Orchard that is tilled.
And finer wasted then the Cypres tree,
Straighter then is the Poplar eminent,
Placed amongst those trees that lower be
More cleere then ice, or any frozen raine
And (if in onely this thou dost disdaine,
Bicause it is with more perfection filled)
More faire then any Orchard that is tilled.
And yet with this more fierce and more vnstaied
Then Bull, that yet was neuer tam'd with yoke,
Prouder then Peacocke with her taile displaied,
Harder then old and knotty sturdie oke:
More then the rocks immooueable, and madder
Then angrie snake, or cruell trodden adder.
More furious then the swiftest streames: then thornes
More sharpe and pricking with thy singing scornes.
Then Bull, that yet was neuer tam'd with yoke,
Prouder then Peacocke with her taile displaied,
Harder then old and knotty sturdie oke:
More then the rocks immooueable, and madder
Then angrie snake, or cruell trodden adder.
More furious then the swiftest streames: then thornes
More sharpe and pricking with thy singing scornes.
More deafe then is the sea, to my desires:
Then smoothest streames more full of deepe deceate,
Stronger vnto my paines then greatest fires,
More cruell then Beare, that giues the teate:
Then Sallow wand, or Osier that is weake,
If it be greene, more hard and tough to breake.
More contrarie vnto my ioy, and rest,
Then hungrie woolfe to tender lambkins brest.
Then smoothest streames more full of deepe deceate,
Stronger vnto my paines then greatest fires,
More cruell then Beare, that giues the teate:
Then Sallow wand, or Osier that is weake,
If it be greene, more hard and tough to breake.
More contrarie vnto my ioy, and rest,
Then hungrie woolfe to tender lambkins brest.
And that which doth increase my cruell paine,
And doth reuiue my hot and flaming fire,
By knowing which, it hath my comforts slaine,
And hope, whereto in thought I mought aspire,
Is, that thou art not onely swifter, then
The Hart pursude of hounds into his den,
But swifter then the swiftest blowing winde,
Swifter then time, then thought within the minde.
And doth reuiue my hot and flaming fire,
By knowing which, it hath my comforts slaine,
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Is, that thou art not onely swifter, then
The Hart pursude of hounds into his den,
But swifter then the swiftest blowing winde,
Swifter then time, then thought within the minde.
Suer I am, if well thou hadst me knowne,
(Stela my life) from me thou wouldst not flie,
Or sometimes yet from me if thou wert gone,
Thou wouldst returne without my call or crie:
And if thou didst stay there but somewhat long,
Then wouldst thou thinke thou didst thy selfe great wrong:
I knowe that this will greeue thee at the hart,
To see me passe for thee such paines and smart.
(Stela my life) from me thou wouldst not flie,
Or sometimes yet from me if thou wert gone,
Thou wouldst returne without my call or crie:
And if thou didst stay there but somewhat long,
Then wouldst thou thinke thou didst thy selfe great wrong:
I knowe that this will greeue thee at the hart,
To see me passe for thee such paines and smart.
A Caue, that doth containe the better part
Of this great hill, hewen out of quarrie stone,
Serues for my rocke, the which is of such art,
That there the Sommer sunne is neuer knowne,
Nor winters cold is felt within that place,
But apples there doe hang in maruellous grace
Hard by the ground, that shade in hottest weather,
And loade the boughes, they hang so thicke together.
Of this great hill, hewen out of quarrie stone,
Serues for my rocke, the which is of such art,
That there the Sommer sunne is neuer knowne,
Nor winters cold is felt within that place,
But apples there doe hang in maruellous grace
Hard by the ground, that shade in hottest weather,
And loade the boughes, they hang so thicke together.
Clusters of grapes doe beautifie my vines,
Some golden, purple red, all faire and full,
Of part whereof I make most daintie wines;
And part of them I keepe for thee to pull:
And with thy hands most delicate and faire
Gather thou maist ripe plums by goodly paires,
Vnder the shadowes of their boughes, to ease thee,
And Apricocks, and cheries if it please thee.
Some golden, purple red, all faire and full,
Of part whereof I make most daintie wines;
And part of them I keepe for thee to pull:
And with thy hands most delicate and faire
Gather thou maist ripe plums by goodly paires,
Vnder the shadowes of their boughes, to ease thee,
And Apricocks, and cheries if it please thee.
Heere haue I damsens, nuts, and coloured peares,
And peaches fine, that would each eie inuite:
And euery tree, and fruit this Iland beares,
All for thy seruice, pleasure, and delight:
And as my hart to please thee I haue bowed,
And so haue these the selfe same office vowed:
In Autumne (if thy husband I might bee)
Chestnuts, and Medlars I will keepe for thee.
And peaches fine, that would each eie inuite:
And euery tree, and fruit this Iland beares,
All for thy seruice, pleasure, and delight:
And as my hart to please thee I haue bowed,
And so haue these the selfe same office vowed:
In Autumne (if thy husband I might bee)
Chestnuts, and Medlars I will keepe for thee.
As many flockes as heere thou dost behold,
Which in these banks I feede with mournefull song,
And many more within these hils vntold
And woods and vales estray, to me belong:
Many that lie in shades along this coast,
All which to tell were but a labour lost.
For poorest men they say, are woont to keepe,
The number of their cattell and their sheepe.
Which in these banks I feede with mournefull song,
And many more within these hils vntold
And woods and vales estray, to me belong:
Many that lie in shades along this coast,
All which to tell were but a labour lost.
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The number of their cattell and their sheepe.
The praises which, I vaunt vnto thee heere,
I will not thou beleeue in any sort,
Thine eies the same shall witnes very cleere,
If so thou please, and not my bare report:
I durst be bound, that if thou cam'st to trie,
Thou wouldst affirme I told no tale nor lie:
Since that to milke them all I am vnable,
Or ease their bags, trust me, this is no fable.
I will not thou beleeue in any sort,
Thine eies the same shall witnes very cleere,
If so thou please, and not my bare report:
I durst be bound, that if thou cam'st to trie,
Thou wouldst affirme I told no tale nor lie:
Since that to milke them all I am vnable,
Or ease their bags, trust me, this is no fable.
I haue likewise shut vp in shadowed places
(All by themselues) great store of gentle lambes,
And little kids, with spotted skins and faces,
Of equall age new weaned from their dams:
In many other houses large and wide
Great store of wanton calues I keepe beside,
And milke doth flowe within my caue, whereby
My cunning in this manner I doe trie.
(All by themselues) great store of gentle lambes,
And little kids, with spotted skins and faces,
Of equall age new weaned from their dams:
In many other houses large and wide
Great store of wanton calues I keepe beside,
And milke doth flowe within my caue, whereby
My cunning in this manner I doe trie.
Profit thereof in diuers sorts I make,
Leauing the thinnest of it to be drunke,
Some part of it within a charne I shake,
And beate it there a while till it be shrunke:
Some part againe for tender cheese I dresse,
And into that, iuice of an herbe I presse.
And yet some part whiter then Ermins skin
I turne to curdes, and put some creame therein.
Leauing the thinnest of it to be drunke,
Some part of it within a charne I shake,
And beate it there a while till it be shrunke:
Some part againe for tender cheese I dresse,
And into that, iuice of an herbe I presse.
And yet some part whiter then Ermins skin
I turne to curdes, and put some creame therein.
Yet will I giue thee greater giftes then these
(If thou dost reckon these but poore and small)
Wilde boares, and goates and bucks shall be thy fees,
Conies, and hares, and hounds to hunt withall.
Two turtle doues I tooke out of their nest
In bignes, colour, and in all the rest
So like, that them hardly thou shalt descrie,
Although thou markest them with narrowest eie.
(If thou dost reckon these but poore and small)
Wilde boares, and goates and bucks shall be thy fees,
Conies, and hares, and hounds to hunt withall.
Two turtle doues I tooke out of their nest
In bignes, colour, and in all the rest
So like, that them hardly thou shalt descrie,
Although thou markest them with narrowest eie.
I tooke them from that tree in yonder ground,
For thee to play with all when thou art wearie;
Two little whelpe beares after this I found
And brought them home to sport and make thee merie:
Both these and them I nourish to delight thee,
If thou but with thy comming wouldst requite mee:
And finding them I said I would reserue them
For thee my Stela, who dost best deserue them.
For thee to play with all when thou art wearie;
Two little whelpe beares after this I found
And brought them home to sport and make thee merie:
Both these and them I nourish to delight thee,
If thou but with thy comming wouldst requite mee:
And finding them I said I would reserue them
For thee my Stela, who dost best deserue them.
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Come Stela then out of thy watry brooke
And see how I am staying for thee heere,
To my request vouchsafe a gracious looke,
Calling vpon thee with most heauie cheere:
Yet thy disdaine (as I hope for the best)
Will not deny my pitifull request,
When that thou know'st my wealth without compare,
My selfe of person nimble, stout and faire:
And see how I am staying for thee heere,
To my request vouchsafe a gracious looke,
Calling vpon thee with most heauie cheere:
Yet thy disdaine (as I hope for the best)
Will not deny my pitifull request,
When that thou know'st my wealth without compare,
My selfe of person nimble, stout and faire:
I did behold my selfe not long agoe
Within a fountaine cleerer then the skie,
I view'd my selfe from top vnto the toe,
And without doubt my person pleasd mine eie:
Your Iupiter, and euery heauenly creature
Enuies my stature, and my comely feature:
Your mightie God, to whom you sacrifice,
And honour so, whose Godhead I despise.
Within a fountaine cleerer then the skie,
I view'd my selfe from top vnto the toe,
And without doubt my person pleasd mine eie:
Your Iupiter, and euery heauenly creature
Enuies my stature, and my comely feature:
Your mightie God, to whom you sacrifice,
And honour so, whose Godhead I despise.
Behold againe what curled lockes of haire
Falling vpon my shoulders, and my face,
And goodly beard doth make me seeme so faire,
And to my person giues a manly grace.
Thinke that my body is not foule therefore,
Bicause of bristled haire it hath such store.
Foule is the tree when Autumnes course bereaues
Her boughes of fruit, of greene, and comely leaues.
Falling vpon my shoulders, and my face,
And goodly beard doth make me seeme so faire,
And to my person giues a manly grace.
Thinke that my body is not foule therefore,
Bicause of bristled haire it hath such store.
Foule is the tree when Autumnes course bereaues
Her boughes of fruit, of greene, and comely leaues.
How lookes the horse that hath no crest, or maine,
Nor bushie taile to grace his body foorth;
How lookes the hauke that hath no wings, nor traine,
Faire is the wooll of sheepe and mickle woorth.
The man lookes bald that hath no comely beard,
And as with sprites he had beene lately feard:
Then foule I am not with my beard, and haire,
Since with the same I am more perfect faire.
Nor bushie taile to grace his body foorth;
How lookes the hauke that hath no wings, nor traine,
Faire is the wooll of sheepe and mickle woorth.
The man lookes bald that hath no comely beard,
And as with sprites he had beene lately feard:
Then foule I am not with my beard, and haire,
Since with the same I am more perfect faire.
Besides all this I come of no base blood,
For God Syluanus is my noble Sire:
Thy father he shall be, if thou thinke good;
Then pitie me, and graunt me my desire:
Harke then to me, scorne not to see my paine,
Let not my sighes and teares be spent in vaine:
Onely of thee, and humbly I doe craue
Of this poore wretch some pitie now to haue.
For God Syluanus is my noble Sire:
Thy father he shall be, if thou thinke good;
Then pitie me, and graunt me my desire:
Harke then to me, scorne not to see my paine,
Let not my sighes and teares be spent in vaine:
Onely of thee, and humbly I doe craue
Of this poore wretch some pitie now to haue.
I which doe scorne the furious thunder blowe
Of Iupiter, and other Gods despise,
Thee, Stela, for my Goddesse I doe knowe,
And come to thee with humble weeping eies:
More then his bolts thy anger makes afraid,
And pearcing eies my senses haue dismaid:
Thou dost deserue more honour, praise, and loue,
Then Iupiter, or all the Gods aboue.
Of Iupiter, and other Gods despise,
Thee, Stela, for my Goddesse I doe knowe,
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More then his bolts thy anger makes afraid,
And pearcing eies my senses haue dismaid:
Thou dost deserue more honour, praise, and loue,
Then Iupiter, or all the Gods aboue.
It would not halfe so much haue greeu'd my hart,
That thou my loue so strongly didst denie
(Being so faire, and such one as thou art)
If (as from me) from others thou didst flie:
But since Delicius (wherein thou dost erre)
Before stout Gorphorost thou dost preferre,
His small imbracements, and too far vnmeete
Thou louest more, then mine so great and sweete.
That thou my loue so strongly didst denie
(Being so faire, and such one as thou art)
If (as from me) from others thou didst flie:
But since Delicius (wherein thou dost erre)
Before stout Gorphorost thou dost preferre,
His small imbracements, and too far vnmeete
Thou louest more, then mine so great and sweete.
But let him swim in seas of his delight,
And with thy fauours let him now preuaile:
If time, and place be graunted to my might,
Soone will I make him strike his puffed saile,
Soone shall he feele my strong and sinewed arme,
And how it will his amorous senses charme:
O greefe, that time and place doe not affoord,
To make my deede as currant as my word.
And with thy fauours let him now preuaile:
If time, and place be graunted to my might,
Soone will I make him strike his puffed saile,
Soone shall he feele my strong and sinewed arme,
And how it will his amorous senses charme:
O greefe, that time and place doe not affoord,
To make my deede as currant as my word.
If, with my handes his tender trembling flesh
I will dishiuer, and in mammocks teare,
And then his bones in peeces I will thresh,
And in the forrest, cast them heere and there:
And dye the riuers with his blood I will,
And throwe his members from this steepie hill
Into thy lap, where, laughing, I will stand
To see, if there he ioyneth hand in hand.
I will dishiuer, and in mammocks teare,
And then his bones in peeces I will thresh,
And in the forrest, cast them heere and there:
And dye the riuers with his blood I will,
And throwe his members from this steepie hill
Into thy lap, where, laughing, I will stand
To see, if there he ioyneth hand in hand.
O woe is me, that thus tormenting greefe,
And wrath doth make my toong to goe awrie:
O thoughts, that feele no hope, nor hope releefe:
In Aetnas flames I liue, I burne, I die:
I burne (O greefe) and die, thou wilt not end
To succour me, that am thy louing friend.
If thus thou handlest those, that languish for thee,
How wilt thou those intreate, that doe abhor thee?
And wrath doth make my toong to goe awrie:
O thoughts, that feele no hope, nor hope releefe:
In Aetnas flames I liue, I burne, I die:
I burne (O greefe) and die, thou wilt not end
To succour me, that am thy louing friend.
If thus thou handlest those, that languish for thee,
How wilt thou those intreate, that doe abhor thee?
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