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The second Booke of Enamoured Diana.
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[Awake a little, light of cleerest day]
Awake
a little, light of cleerest day,
With calme aspect, with milde and gentle grace,
A poore soule to beguile in sorrowes plight:
Stretch out that light Apollo from thy face,
That ioies the desert Champians in decay,
And driest plants with life and secret might:
In this most pleasant wood, that doth inuite
To sweetest rest,
Tormented thou shalt see my brest
With carefull greefe (my heauie lot)
To see it selfe by him forgot,
Who for my scorne a thousand plaintes did waste,
The fault is Cupids taste,
Who giues and takes on purpose discontent,
Where he perceiues he may the more torment.
With calme aspect, with milde and gentle grace,
A poore soule to beguile in sorrowes plight:
Stretch out that light Apollo from thy face,
That ioies the desert Champians in decay,
And driest plants with life and secret might:
In this most pleasant wood, that doth inuite
To sweetest rest,
Tormented thou shalt see my brest
With carefull greefe (my heauie lot)
To see it selfe by him forgot,
Who for my scorne a thousand plaintes did waste,
The fault is Cupids taste,
Who giues and takes on purpose discontent,
Where he perceiues he may the more torment.
What beastes with mildnesse doe not complaints acquaint,
What stone by sighes is not to softnes wrought,
The which a wearied brest doth yeeld with paine?
What Tigres, or what lions are not brought
To ruth and pitie, hearing a complaint
Which hath almost vndone my soule in twaine.
But to Syrenus I recount in vaine
My sorrowfull mishap,
Who doth as little care for that,
As furious windes in raging seas
The teares, that all to little ease,
The mariners with carefull hart doe spill:
For more they crie, the more it rageth still.
What stone by sighes is not to softnes wrought,
The which a wearied brest doth yeeld with paine?
What Tigres, or what lions are not brought
To ruth and pitie, hearing a complaint
Which hath almost vndone my soule in twaine.
But to Syrenus I recount in vaine
My sorrowfull mishap,
Who doth as little care for that,
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The teares, that all to little ease,
The mariners with carefull hart doe spill:
For more they crie, the more it rageth still.
Thy loue Syrenus was not fine and good,
Which in these fieldes to me thou didst once beare,
When as my errour might offend it so:
Remember (Traitour) what thou then didst sweare,
Neere to the riuer sitting in this wood:
What then doth now thy hardnes seeme to show?
Shall not a small obliuion long agoe
Be helpt by extreme loue?
And such, that shall be far aboue
My passed hate, and fault before?
Then since I cannot loue thee more
Nor satisfie the same with greater heate;
For remedie, my death I will intreate.
Which in these fieldes to me thou didst once beare,
When as my errour might offend it so:
Remember (Traitour) what thou then didst sweare,
Neere to the riuer sitting in this wood:
What then doth now thy hardnes seeme to show?
Shall not a small obliuion long agoe
Be helpt by extreme loue?
And such, that shall be far aboue
My passed hate, and fault before?
Then since I cannot loue thee more
Nor satisfie the same with greater heate;
For remedie, my death I will intreate.
Liue yet in paine, the which I feele at last
For thee who mak'st my sorrowes lesse appeere,
Though more it hurtes my wretched soule, I see,
Bicause to haue thy present figure heere,
Giues to her thought a sweete delight some tast,
Who paining for thy sake doth thinke on thee.
But bend thy hart a little vnto me,
Ardent in my request.
Thou seest I liue in paine opprest,
Sustain'd by this desire alone,
In all my life to heare but one
(No) if thou wilt, in that I most doe loue:
But from a man so fierce what shall I proue?
For thee who mak'st my sorrowes lesse appeere,
Though more it hurtes my wretched soule, I see,
Bicause to haue thy present figure heere,
Giues to her thought a sweete delight some tast,
Who paining for thy sake doth thinke on thee.
But bend thy hart a little vnto me,
Ardent in my request.
Thou seest I liue in paine opprest,
Sustain'd by this desire alone,
In all my life to heare but one
(No) if thou wilt, in that I most doe loue:
But from a man so fierce what shall I proue?
Tell me, the fauours how canst thou requite
In that time past, Syrenus, when thy hart
Thou hadst more tender, now in hardnes dead:
When (Traitour) for my cause, with enuies smart
A thousand Shepherdes thou didst kill outright:
O ioyfull time, and life that I did leade:
The vale shall witnes, and the pleasant meade,
Where I of Roses white
And sweetest flowers, with delight
Braue garlands for thy head I had
Compacted, and sometimes did adde
(Only for thy content) some of my haire,
Which greeuous thought my life doth now impaire.
In that time past, Syrenus, when thy hart
Thou hadst more tender, now in hardnes dead:
When (Traitour) for my cause, with enuies smart
A thousand Shepherdes thou didst kill outright:
O ioyfull time, and life that I did leade:
The vale shall witnes, and the pleasant meade,
Where I of Roses white
And sweetest flowers, with delight
Braue garlands for thy head I had
Compacted, and sometimes did adde
(Only for thy content) some of my haire,
Which greeuous thought my life doth now impaire.
Now free, thou dost abhorre me, in the end,
Who, for thy sake her selfe in paine consumes:
But yet take heede of Cupids fine deceates:
For that proud hart, that ouermuch presumes,
From cruell loue his senses to defend,
The more he yeeldes, the more to striue he sweates:
O that thou wert so wounded in his heates,
As now my selfe I see:
But euer it is vnto mee
The best aduise, no good to craue:
For whatsoeuer it would haue,
Though heauen, and earth the more it doth importune,
It euer was denied by Loue, and Fortune.
Who, for thy sake her selfe in paine consumes:
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For that proud hart, that ouermuch presumes,
From cruell loue his senses to defend,
The more he yeeldes, the more to striue he sweates:
O that thou wert so wounded in his heates,
As now my selfe I see:
But euer it is vnto mee
The best aduise, no good to craue:
For whatsoeuer it would haue,
Though heauen, and earth the more it doth importune,
It euer was denied by Loue, and Fortune.
My song, in pine I will no wise ingraue thee,
Nor hardned Oke, but rather will commend thee
Vnto the windes, where they will tosse and waue thee,
And to the deafe and desart Champian send thee:
Bicause my torments, of their hope depriued,
And memorie of them, which makes me sorie,
May be forgot, and neuer be reuiued,
Now that my life is lost and chiefest glorie.
Nor hardned Oke, but rather will commend thee
Vnto the windes, where they will tosse and waue thee,
And to the deafe and desart Champian send thee:
Bicause my torments, of their hope depriued,
And memorie of them, which makes me sorie,
May be forgot, and neuer be reuiued,
Now that my life is lost and chiefest glorie.
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[Inconstant loue and cruell, which hast lately]
Marcelius.Inconstant loue and cruell, which hast lately
Setled my happy thoughts, my loue and fire,
In such a place so famous, high and stately,
Where mortall mens desarts cannot aspire:
Well hast thou shew'd thy power
By quailing of my sorrow,
To double it each hower
And make my torments greater euen and morrow:
Thou mightst haue left my hart in former sadnes,
Bicause lesser harme it were to die with anguish,
Then to receiue a gladnes
So full of paine: And so by fits to languish,
Diana.
Thou must not thinke it strange, and must not woonder
That thus the mighty Boy of paine and pleasure
After one small delight, doth send a hunder
Nay thousand paines and torments without measure:
For firme repose to any
He yet did promise neuer,
But cruell deathes, and many
Sobs, sighes, and teares, complaintes, and chaines for euer:
The Lybian sandes, and Aprils fairest flowers
Passe not the greefes, with which fierce loue doth murder
Each harte, and into showers
Distraines the eies: And yet proceedeth furder.
Marcelius.
Before that euer Loue my soule inflamed,
His slightes, wherein he most of all abounded,
I knew right well, wherewith mens harts he tamed
And captiues made, and after deepely wounded:
Our liues with great offences
Not onely he annoteth,
But yet our wits and senses
And soundest iudgements wholy he destroieth.
And so torments a soule, and so encumbers,
That one poore ioy it hardly doth recouer:
So by ten thousand numbers
Most greeuous thoughts surcharge a wretched louer.
Diana.
If Loues deceites and his dissembling proffers,
Wherewith he takes vs, are so knowne and tried,
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So easily to be taken, and applied?
If that the hart so tender
The troubles intertaineth
That Cupid doth engender,
Why after then laments it, and complaineth?
Reason it were in loue he should be pained,
That to his dartes doth yeeld, and is consenting
With fetters to be chained:
For ill affoords vs nought but paines tormenting.
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A Sonnet.
[They say Loue sware, he neuer would be frend]
They say Loue sware, he neuer would be frend,If mortall Iealousie were not in place:
And Beautie neuer be in any face,
Vnlesse that Pride did on her thought attend:
These are two hags, which hideous hell doth send,
Our sweete content to trouble, and disgrace:
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The other pitie from the hart defend.
Beautie and Loue were both for sworne, by mee
And thee, by making my vnsure estate
In ioy and happinesse so fortunate:
Bicause since first thy figure I did see
Being so Faire, yet Prouder wast thou neuer
Nor I in Loue, that could be Iealous euer.
A Sonnet.
[Wen cruell absence woundes a soule with paine]
Wen cruell absence woundes a soule with paine,Then thought is fed with fancies in their kinde:
For further of the good remaines, the minde
Receiues more ioy, when that it comes againe:
He that on hope his ground doth yet sustaine,
For all his greefe a remedie shall finde,
And for his paines rewardes shall be assign'd:
Or dies at lest in loue content and faine:
A thousand paines away one ioy doth chace,
And to a thousand scornes reuenge presents
414
But when a soule vile iealousie torments,
Though thousand ioyes doe afterwards succeede,
Yet bitter greefe and rage the same doth breede.
415
A Sonnet.
[As many stars as Heauen containeth, striue]
As many stars as Heauen containeth, striueTo frame my harme, and lucklesse hap to show:
And in th' Earth no grasse nor greene doth growe,
That to my greefe may any comfort giue:
Loue vnto feare subiected, euer driue
A soule to coldest ice: O bitter woe,
That he, whom Fortune did contrarie so,
Continually with iealousie must liue.
The fault I must (Montanus) lay on thee,
And all my greefe: on thee I doe complaine
(O cruell soule) that pitie dost disdaine;
For if thou hadst but taken part with mee,
I would not care though gainst me did conspire
Heauen, Earth, and Loue, and Fortune in their ire.
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Filenus letter to Ismenia.
Faire
Shepherdesse, The cause was Loue,
Who (to acquaint thee with his paine)
This fault and blame in me did moue
To write to thee: But to be plaine,
Who would not be both shent and blamed,
In thy sweete loues to be inflamed?
Who (to acquaint thee with his paine)
This fault and blame in me did moue
To write to thee: But to be plaine,
Who would not be both shent and blamed,
In thy sweete loues to be inflamed?
But if my letter doe offend
Thy modest eares, as to too bold:
Then vnderstand, that in the end
The feare I haue to be controld,
My soule with paine and greefe hath fild,
And hath the same already kild.
Thy modest eares, as to too bold:
Then vnderstand, that in the end
The feare I haue to be controld,
My soule with paine and greefe hath fild,
And hath the same already kild.
I haue to thee ten thousand times
My torments told, wherein I liue,
Sometimes by speech sometimes by rimes,
Which first to me thy selfe didst giue,
The which no more thou dost requite,
Then mocke, vnto thy great delighte.
My torments told, wherein I liue,
Sometimes by speech sometimes by rimes,
Which first to me thy selfe didst giue,
The which no more thou dost requite,
Then mocke, vnto thy great delighte.
With open mouth thou laugh'st at mee,
And makest it thine onely game
To see me die for loue of thee:
And I doe ioy to see the same:
Although thou laughest at my paine,
Which laughter is to me no gaine.
And makest it thine onely game
To see me die for loue of thee:
And I doe ioy to see the same:
Although thou laughest at my paine,
Which laughter is to me no gaine.
And so when that in me I finde
The greeuous ill, which makes me die,
I thinke (when that comes to my minde)
No remedie thou wilt apply.
Because to see thou joi'st thy fill,
How much my comforts thou dost kill.
The greeuous ill, which makes me die,
I thinke (when that comes to my minde)
No remedie thou wilt apply.
Because to see thou joi'st thy fill,
How much my comforts thou dost kill.
A remedie thou dost disdaine:
And then my soule with hope to feede
I see it is as much in vaine,
When as it is by loue decreede
To haue my life lie in thy hand,
And death in thy desire to stand.
And then my soule with hope to feede
I see it is as much in vaine,
When as it is by loue decreede
To haue my life lie in thy hand,
And death in thy desire to stand.
I sawe thy shining beauties beames,
Faire Shepherdesse, vpon a day
Neere to great Duerus Christall streames,
Making the fields so fresh and gay,
And goodly banks to ioy and flourish,
The which thy beauties feedes & nourish.
Faire Shepherdesse, vpon a day
Neere to great Duerus Christall streames,
Making the fields so fresh and gay,
And goodly banks to ioy and flourish,
The which thy beauties feedes & nourish.
And there I sawe thee leane and stand,
Among those banks not long agoe,
Vpon thy sheepehooke with thy hand,
With naked necke as white as snowe,
And to thine elbowe (seeming greeued)
With naked arme, that was vnsleeued.
Among those banks not long agoe,
Vpon thy sheepehooke with thy hand,
With naked necke as white as snowe,
And to thine elbowe (seeming greeued)
With naked arme, that was vnsleeued.
Where if there had beene anyone,
That well had viewed euery part,
Admit he were as hard as stone,
And had not lou'd thee from his hart:
Reason would moue me then to say,
That he his folly did bewray.
That well had viewed euery part,
Admit he were as hard as stone,
And had not lou'd thee from his hart:
Reason would moue me then to say,
That he his folly did bewray.
And therefore thus when I had knowne
Thy goodly giftes, and beautie rare,
From thinking of them one by one
No time, nor rest I did not spare:
Thus I began loues force to trie,
And in his torments thus to die.
Thy goodly giftes, and beautie rare,
From thinking of them one by one
No time, nor rest I did not spare:
Thus I began loues force to trie,
And in his torments thus to die.
But if against me thou dost moue
Saying, It is to me a shame
Being an old man thus to loue
So yoong a maide, and so to blame:
O giue me no aduice at all,
But remedies for which I call.
Saying, It is to me a shame
Being an old man thus to loue
So yoong a maide, and so to blame:
O giue me no aduice at all,
But remedies for which I call.
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For I will neuer thinke this part
Of mine hath made so great a crime,
By louing thee with all my hart,
As hauing lost so long a time,
Before I euer came to knowe
Thy beauties which adorne thee so.
Of mine hath made so great a crime,
By louing thee with all my hart,
As hauing lost so long a time,
Before I euer came to knowe
Thy beauties which adorne thee so.
Alas I knowe that I am olde,
And that my prime long since did fall,
Which now I wish I had not tolde:
But that which greeues me most of all,
Is that my louing paine appeeres
Not equall with so many yeeres.
And that my prime long since did fall,
Which now I wish I had not tolde:
But that which greeues me most of all,
Is that my louing paine appeeres
Not equall with so many yeeres.
Bicause since first I came into
This life, I would in all that space
Haue loued thee as now I doe,
Since first I sawe thy sweetest face,
And as I must with Cupids powre
Vnto my last and dying howre.
This life, I would in all that space
Haue loued thee as now I doe,
Since first I sawe thy sweetest face,
And as I must with Cupids powre
Vnto my last and dying howre.
And let it not thy minde dismay
To see my haire so gray and white,
For it is ill to take away
The place from any, that of right
Belongs to him in any reason,
Though it comes out of time and season.
To see my haire so gray and white,
For it is ill to take away
The place from any, that of right
Belongs to him in any reason,
Though it comes out of time and season.
And though my valour not my hart,
And force, not will thou dost exceede,
It is not yet so iust a part
That any man should leese his meede
For being old, or be vnpaide
Bicause a souldier now decaide.
And force, not will thou dost exceede,
It is not yet so iust a part
That any man should leese his meede
For being old, or be vnpaide
Bicause a souldier now decaide.
The buildings newer that they are,
And lately built in any sort,
By no proportion may compare,
For statelines and princely port,
(The which antiquitie doth showe)
With those of Rome built long agoe.
And lately built in any sort,
By no proportion may compare,
For statelines and princely port,
(The which antiquitie doth showe)
With those of Rome built long agoe.
And so in things of woorthines,
Of prime or goodnes any way,
Of profit, ioy or happines,
Commonly vnto this day
They say, (and yet do say most true)
That th' old is better then the new.
Of prime or goodnes any way,
Of profit, ioy or happines,
Commonly vnto this day
They say, (and yet do say most true)
That th' old is better then the new.
Loue wise in that he went about,
Till now gaue me no sense of paine,
Bicause he sawe it did fall out,
That for the most part did remaine,
In aged men, and like to mee,
More firmnesse as we daily see.
Till now gaue me no sense of paine,
Bicause he sawe it did fall out,
That for the most part did remaine,
In aged men, and like to mee,
More firmnesse as we daily see.
To loue thee more then I can tell,
I am resolued till I die,
And in my firmnesse doe excell
Of all loues torments which I trie:
But olde againe and not to prooue
In all my life, the sweete of loue.
I am resolued till I die,
And in my firmnesse doe excell
Of all loues torments which I trie:
But olde againe and not to prooue
In all my life, the sweete of loue.
Yoong youthes that most of all doe faine
Themselues to burne in Cupids heate
Are false and double, but to traine
Beleeuing women to deceate:
For when they say, That they doe die
Then doe they liue most merily.
Themselues to burne in Cupids heate
Are false and double, but to traine
Beleeuing women to deceate:
For when they say, That they doe die
Then doe they liue most merily.
And so their false and changing loue,
And paines alledged in the same,
And all the torments which they prooue
Is but their pastime, sport and game,
It is their iest and common fashion,
It is no will, nor any passion.
And paines alledged in the same,
And all the torments which they prooue
Is but their pastime, sport and game,
It is their iest and common fashion,
It is no will, nor any passion.
Besides, Ismenia doe not feare
That I am like to one of those
Yoong louers, that doe euery wheare
Their fauours openly disclose:
For sooner they receiue not one,
But straight to many it is knowne.
That I am like to one of those
Yoong louers, that doe euery wheare
Their fauours openly disclose:
For sooner they receiue not one,
But straight to many it is knowne.
For though I doe receiue at lest
Three hundred fauours one by one,
Yet in my loue I doe protest
To be as much a very stone
In hiding fauours which I gaine,
As that I am in suffring paine.
Three hundred fauours one by one,
Yet in my loue I doe protest
To be as much a very stone
In hiding fauours which I gaine,
As that I am in suffring paine.
But yet as far as I can see,
Resolued as thou art in minde
To kill me with thy crueltie,
Suer I am that I shall finde
Much to endure to be reueal'd,
Little ynough to be conceal'd.
Resolued as thou art in minde
To kill me with thy crueltie,
Suer I am that I shall finde
Much to endure to be reueal'd,
Little ynough to be conceal'd.
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For now ingratefull Shepherdesse,
The greatest fauour which I misse
And faine the same would heere possesse,
Of all the rest is onely this
To die, bicause I would no more
Complaine against thee, as before.
The greatest fauour which I misse
And faine the same would heere possesse,
Of all the rest is onely this
To die, bicause I would no more
Complaine against thee, as before.
Time onely will I thee accuse,
O time that art so great a friend
To greefes, and makest her refuse
My loue, who loues her without end.
For he that hath most part in thee
Is little woorth in loue we see.
O time that art so great a friend
To greefes, and makest her refuse
My loue, who loues her without end.
For he that hath most part in thee
Is little woorth in loue we see.
Alas that euer I did loue
Too late a thing so passing faire,
And reason therefore that I prooue
To die for her in deepe despaire:
Since when her birth day did appeere
I was not borne that very yeere.
Too late a thing so passing faire,
And reason therefore that I prooue
To die for her in deepe despaire:
Since when her birth day did appeere
I was not borne that very yeere.
If I had beene, faire Shepherdesse,
With thee, when I was in my prime
As now thou art, then more or lesse,
I had not wanted any time,
Delights and pastimes to present thee,
Nor thy sweete fauours to content mee.
With thee, when I was in my prime
As now thou art, then more or lesse,
I had not wanted any time,
Delights and pastimes to present thee,
Nor thy sweete fauours to content mee.
For as for playing on a Pipe,
Or Rebecke with most sweetest sound
To touch with many a daintie stripe,
And dauncing best in all the towne,
Amongst the youthes to win the prise
All in my fauour did arise.
Or Rebecke with most sweetest sound
To touch with many a daintie stripe,
And dauncing best in all the towne,
Amongst the youthes to win the prise
All in my fauour did arise.
And therefore maruell not a whit,
If that in song I doe excell
Famous Amphion, as vnfit
(Compar'd with me) to beare the bell,
Since that my singing hath surmounted,
Better then he was euer counted.
If that in song I doe excell
Famous Amphion, as vnfit
(Compar'd with me) to beare the bell,
Since that my singing hath surmounted,
Better then he was euer counted.
Of fields that goodly graine doe beare
I plowe more acres then the rest:
And all my mountaines euery where,
And plaines that are for pastures best,
With flocks of sheepe and goates I cumber,
Mark't with my mark that haue no nūber.
I plowe more acres then the rest:
And all my mountaines euery where,
And plaines that are for pastures best,
With flocks of sheepe and goates I cumber,
Mark't with my mark that haue no nūber.
But now what bootes my present store
(O cruell hap) for my delight?
Or that that hath beene heeretofore?
Since now it is forgotten quite.
Nay which is more, scorn'd and despis'd,
And vnto cruell death deuis'd.
(O cruell hap) for my delight?
Or that that hath beene heeretofore?
Since now it is forgotten quite.
Nay which is more, scorn'd and despis'd,
And vnto cruell death deuis'd.
Then (sweetest foe) let this auaile
To make thy hardest hart relent,
Strike downe of pride thy puffed saile,
When to thine eies age shall present,
That in the same thy braue perfection
Shall vade, and be in times subiection.
To make thy hardest hart relent,
Strike downe of pride thy puffed saile,
When to thine eies age shall present,
That in the same thy braue perfection
Shall vade, and be in times subiection.
O Shepherdesse thou art more hard
Then sturdy rocke consum'd in time:
But yet perhaps for thy reward
When thou hast lost thy golden prime,
Then freedomes want shall be thy paine,
Wherewith thou dost me now disdaine.
Then sturdy rocke consum'd in time:
But yet perhaps for thy reward
When thou hast lost thy golden prime,
Then freedomes want shall be thy paine,
Wherewith thou dost me now disdaine.
Wherefore let Loue take such despite,
Reuenging one so much vnkinde,
That when all hopes forsake thee quite,
And comforts for thy troubled minde,
Then he may giue thee store of greefe,
And make despaire thy best releefe.
Reuenging one so much vnkinde,
That when all hopes forsake thee quite,
And comforts for thy troubled minde,
Then he may giue thee store of greefe,
And make despaire thy best releefe.
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The end of the second Booke.
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