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(1)

[Ore those faire Alpes, thy Brests, (that naked lie]

Ore those faire Alpes, thy Brests, (that naked lie
Towards the blushing heau'n of thy bright face)
When as I trauell with my wandring Eye
The Snowes twixt Them, and That, do let her pace:
For, passing through the Valley of thy Neck
Mine Eie there sticks, as drowned in those snowes,
Yet, thy kind heate the same doth countercheck:
So, to thy Chins faire Cliffe, on Milk, she flowes!
Where, being come, she breathes, and looketh back,
Dazled to see those passed-Beauties Deepes!
So, there she rests, as on the rock of Wrack:
With sense whereof twixt Feare, and Hope she weepes:
And, dares not higher looke, sith thine Eyes Beames
Draw clouds thereto, and turne those clouds to Streames.

(2)

[VVeearie of Rest, thus resting in the Clift]

VVeearie of Rest, thus resting in the Clift
Of this faire Cliffe (thine Alablaster chinne.)
She now begins hir selfe aloft to lift,
But ends hir course, soone as shee doth beginne:
For, hauing scal'd, the neighb'ring hill, thy Lipp,
There soundly sleepes she, drunke with Cherry-wine;
From it (being moist, and slippie) she doth slipp,
To thy faire Teeth, which whitest white refine.
From whence (awakt by thy words siluer sound)
She steales through the sweete Rose-banks of thy face;
Where shee is caught, and at their pleasure bound,
Til thine Eye-beames the Bond breake through their grace:
To which cleare Sunnes (thus drawne,) therein she spies
Loues heau'n: and still there, drownd in blisse, she lies!

(3)

[Yet, by the accidentall rising-fall]

Yet, by the accidentall rising-fall
Of one Haires glitt'ring Sunne-beame, on thine Eyes,
Mine Eye lookt ouer that Heau'ns Christall wall
To see from whence that bright Beame should arise:
And, as shee lookt beyond the milky Waie
That leads to loues high Court, she might discrie
Ten thowzand Sunne-beames, rang'd in faire array,
With Loue, and Wonder to surprize the Eye:
To which, being drawne by those pure Threddes of Gold,
Shee, (as the Flie is by the Spider wrapt)
Stirring to go, the more They hir infold;
So, there she restes, with Loue, and Wonder rapt:
Where, being blinded with those radiant Raies,
I could not see the Rest, the rest to praise.

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[Grace of that Goodnesse which it selfe doth grace]

Grace of that Goodnesse which it selfe doth grace:
Vertues rare beauty, in thick Darknesse bright,
Life of those Lines that meate the loueliest Face
And perfect Period of true Loues delight:
The Tearmes that bound thy' vnualuable price
Are Words of Wonder, wondring at thy Worth!
Archtype of of Beauty! Antitype of Vice!
LOVES Holy-Land, that brings His Manna forth!
Whose Mouth breathes foorth such Vapor, in suche Cloudes,
As straite dissolues to Nectar fluentlie!
Whose Brest the Treasure of hidd Wisdome shrouds:
Which makes Thee most resemble the most Hie!
Then, high'st Loue bounding to the High'st of all
In the rebound, on Thee, his Forme must fall!

(5)

[Dread Maiestie! that shin'st through Beauties Skies]

Dread Maiestie! that shin'st through Beauties Skies
Regard me, cold Glasse, burning with thy Beames;
Which lighting on the Christall of mine Eyes,
Do burne my Hart, through Them, with Heates extreames!
To whose amazing Light when I draw neere
I freeze, with Feare, and flame in Loues desire:
Then, lett thy Fauours glaunces thawe this Feare:
And, quench, with deerest Dropps of Grace, this fire.
Yet in these sacred Flames Ile sacrifize
The harte of my poore Harte, to grace thy pow'r;
So thou, with Loue, wilt grace that exercize,
And, giue me hart, when flames my Hart deuoure:
I gaue thee mine, ô then giue thine to me
That Mine, and Thine, bee One twixt Mee, and Thee!

(6)

[Ev'n as the Persians aunciently were v'sd]

Ev'n as the Persians aunciently were v'sd
With reu'rence to salute the rising Sunne,
And as his Beames were more in't them infus'd
The more Deuotion did their Soules orerunne:
So, when Thou risest in Loues Hemispheare
Desire saluts Thee with a mild aspect:
But, to His Zenith, when Thou drawest neere,
Thou Him enragest with Beames more direct!
I do desire Thou should'st looke right on me,
Although those Lookes doo but enrage Desire:
Yet if that rage may rest it selfe in Thee,
Let all thy Beames sett all myne All on sire:
Where, if I burne to Sinders, yet I shall
Burne in thy loue, more deere then all that All.

(7)

[VVithin thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde)]

VVithin thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde)
Mine eies behold themselues, wherein they see
(As through a Glasse) what in my Soule I find;
And so my Soules right shape I see in thee.
This makes me loue thee, (for our like we loue)
Which makes me loue in thine Eies still to prie;
Because I see, in Thine, how mine do mooue,
And, mine do mooue (as thine doe) louingly.
Then, looke in mine, and thou shalt see thine Eyes
Attest, for thee, what mine for me protest:
Then, let thie tongue no longer subtilize,
But, saie thou lou'st me (as I loue thee) best:
For, if we see the Hart-Roote in the eyne
Thy eies are false or It is truly mine.

(8)

[Some say they wonder how so well I write]

Some say they wonder how so well I write,
(Although my lines to no greate wonders stretch)
Sith Art, my skill, of Theft cannot indite;
Yet, I endite with skill aboue my reache!
Loue learnes me Art, which Art inspires my Muse:
For Grammer, Logicke, Retorick: and the rest:
(Mnsicke especially) Loues arte doth vse:
For, loue, vntun'd, in Tune, is best exprest!
Loue, most diuine, makes men do miracles:
And, most humane loue, Woonders doth produce:
But, Beauties loue, in vertues Spectacles,
Makes men do woonders most miraculous!
Then, they a woonder do not vnderstand
That woonder, sith an Angell guides my hand.

(9)

[VVhen first I learnd the A, B, C of loue]

VVhen first I learnd the A, B, C of loue,
I was vnapt to learne; and sith, a Crosse
Crost my way to them, I was loth to prooue
That learning that might tend but to my losse.
The Vowels (Looks) that speld mute Consonants
I hardly could distinguish what they were;
And, sith the rest to them were Disonantes
To make them ioyne with Vowels, cost me deere!
The Mutes, and Consonants, being Deedes, and Words,
Were harsh without sweet vowels, (sweetest Looks)
My youth was spent (for age such skill affoords)
Ere them I knew with, and without, my bookes:
But (Teares) the Liquides, still being in my Eyes,
I saw, through them at last, Loues misteries.

(10)

[The Partes of all Loues speeche, are eighty eight]

The Partes of all Loues speeche, are eighty eight,
(A fatall number, but more fatall speeche)
And, long it is ere we men learne the sleight;
But Women straite do learne, and we men teache.
If eight, to eighty eight be multiplide,
Loues language doth more Verbes then Nownes embrace:
Then, full of Aduerbes is the same beside,
Of Swearing, Flattring, Choosing, Time, and Place.
Why eighty eight Parts iust: no more, nor lesse?
This speeche is figuratiue, A few, for more:
For, all the parts, Speeche neuer can expresse,
Sith euer they increase in strength, and Store!
Then, if Time raise his armes aboue his bounds,
Loues speech will Towre, til Error it confounds.

(11)

[Forbidden Hopes ô why were yee forbid]

Forbidden Hopes ô why were yee forbid,
Since yee direct your aime at Blisse of Blisses;
Which is most euident, yet most is hid
Apparant on hir lips hid in hir kisses?
Can labour of the lips deserue such meede?
Or, bodies trauell earne such recompence?
That, with but scarce a view, each sence doth seede
And with a touch reuiues the buried sence?
Is Sence made capable of such high grace?
And yet forbid to hope the same to haue?
Is Heauen most conspicuous in her Face?
Yet must not Sense there hope it selfe to saue?
Ah what is this, but sense to Sense to glue
To make it feele in death, what tis to liue?

(12)

[Forbidden hopes? (the comforts of my Care]

Forbidden hopes? (the comforts of my Care,
Yet Care that kils all comforts cheering me)
I am no more my selfe the whiles you are:
And, yet much more then so, the whiles you be.
If ye stay with me, from my selfe I runne:
If you part from me, past my selfe I fly;
Stay, or part from me, death I cannot shun:
With, or without your helpe, I needs must dy.
I needs must dy, for life-inspiring you:
And dy, if dy you do by whom I liue:
I do decay when I do yee renew;
I grieue with you, but more without you grieue:
O then what choise remaines to wretched me
But to be nought, or not at all to Be.

(13)

[Forbidden-Hopes, the Heauens of my Hell]

Forbidden-Hopes , the Heauens of my Hell,
O ceasse your Heau'nly-Hellish Regiment:
My Hart (the Hellish Heau'n wherein you dwell)
You rule at once with ioy, and Dryryment!
Sith Contradictions ye do then maintaine
And that they Reas'n resist that suche defend,
Then ô part not my single Hart in twayne,
To make it double, for this double end.
The ioyes you yeeld, are forg'd but by Conciete;
The griefes you giue haue euer reall byn:
Your pleasures are accomplisht by Deceite;
Which, with their ending, endlesse Woes begin:
Sith endlesse Woes your ending pleasures giue,
Dy, dy (damn'd Hopes) and let me die to liue.

(14)

[Forbidden-Hopes, why flutter yee in Aire]

Forbidden-Hopes , why flutter yee in Aire,
Aboue the Compasse of your Spheare assign'd?
More Fitt (how ere vnfitt) were deepe dispaire,
Then Hopes forbidden to the mounting Minde.
Forbidden-Hopes why gaze yee on the Sunne,
(Like Bastard Egletts) that quite blinds your Eyes?
For Iustice Sonne such Hopes hath oft orerune,
And molt those Hopes forbidden in their rise.
Forbidden-Hopes, whie do yee impe your Winges
With Feathers culled from the Birdes of Loue?
Sith Doues are harmelesse without Gall, or Stings:
But both at once yon make your Subiect proue:
Then, ô from whence haue such strange Hopes their being,
That see by blindnesse, and are blinde by seeing!

(15)

[If those translucent Lamps thine heau'nly eyes]

If those translucent Lamps thine heau'nly eyes
Shall stretche their beames of comfort to my passion
I still will gaze on thy Cheekes (Beauties Skyes)
With, eyes of Wonder, Loue, and Adoration!
For, if the Gods their Heau'ns haue made in Starrs
Thine Eyes, bright Starres, containe right Deities;
Who are the Presidents of Peace, or warrs,
And either cause, as either fall, or rise
Then may I (with no Godlesse Nations) take
Those Starrs for Deities, and them adore,
They hauing pow'r or Peace or Warre to make
To make my peace, sith warr hath made me poore:
For, loues hott wars Lifes Store haue wasted quite
Then grace the Foile, thus soild to grace thy might.

(16)

[VVhen well I weigh thy Fassions, and thy Forme]

VVhen well I weigh thy Fassions, and thy Forme,
(Both being of Celestiall temp'rature,
Which no Change can endammage, or deforme)
My loue becomes, like Them, as firme, as pure!
Thy Soule vpon so sweet an Organ plaies
As makes the Parts, she plaies, as sound, as sweete;
Which sounds the heau'nly Setters, and thy praise;
The Close wherof with groundlesse blisse doth meet!
This makes desire, in me, (vnlike Desire)
Like Christall, cold, and cleare, through heat, and colde;
This makes me flame, like Sol, with heau'nly fire,
Which fructifies mine Earth, as vertue would:
Then, what I am, at best, I am of Thee,
Vertues best Instrument to fashion mee.

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[Thy nere too much priz'd Person (deerest Deer)]

Thy nere too much priz'd Person (deerest Deer)
The, past most pretious, sacred Temple is,
Wherein pure Chastity, and Beauty cleere,
Espoused are to Loue, and Louers blisse:
Thy mildnesse makes Pride poore, and Meeknesse ritch:
Thy looks raise Hope, yet staidly keep it downe
Within the compasse of a modest pitch:
Wherein thy highest grace, with grace, is showne.
Thou art a Pearle which nothing can relent
But Viniger made of Deuotions Teares:
If it be counterfet, or euill bent,
For it thou hast, nor Hart, nor Eyes, nor Eares:
But, Hart, and Eyes, and Eares thou hast for myne,
Whose Hart, and Eyes and Eares, are ruld by Thine.

(18)

[To touch on Sylla, yet to scape the same]

To touch on Sylla, yet to scape the same,
And yet be drowned in the Hauens mouth,
Is of all griefes the great'st, and greatest blame
To Fortune, or Discretion, Paines, or Slouth.
But I, that scapt the Gulphe and Rock of Wrack,
(VVhich in the Ocean of my boundlesse loue
I found to draw me on, and put me back)
Am like, in my Hopes Haun, the like to prooue;
For when I hopt I had Thee as myne owne
(O too too credulous!) am like to those
That loue, by which for mine, thou long wast knowne,
Through winds of misreport, which Enuie bloes:
But, if these bitter blasts thee from me beare,
My Hopes sinke, causelesse, where there was no feare.

(19)

[The Stoicks, in their strange Philosophie]

The Stoicks, in their strange Philosophie,
Make All, and Nothing, nothing but all one:
VVho say that this World Is: but yet deny
That it hath any Essence of the owne,
But, in our loues (deere Loue) the same is true:
For, Thou, being All, art mine, that Nothing am?
I Nothing am that is not All thy due,
So, All and Nothing's nothing but the same!
Then, sith my Nothing and thy All all's one,
Thou, All, I, Nothing, make an Vnity:
For, All to Nothing hath conuersion;
And, Nothing, vnto All, by sympathie:
Then, neede I (Nothing) Thee (All) nothing feare
But All, and Nothing still shall One appeare.

(20)

[VVho cannot loue without to lust it runne]

VVho cannot loue without to lust it runne
Or els to Passions that as wild appeare,
Are like ill Eyes, that cannot brooke the Sunne:
Or most weake Braines, that strong wine cannot beare.
But, in high Loue (whose Base on vertue rests)
Ther's no distemprature of Flesh, or Spritie:
The Mouth of true Loue sucks true Pleasures Brests:
VVhich it augments with pure (not grosse) delight.
Hence flow all Nectard Sweets into the Soule
That Heau'n, or Earth, (in highest height) can yeeld;
As sweet and faire, as Lust is sowre, and fowle,
And doth (at pleasure) Pleasures Passions weld:
But, he that is impatient in desire,
(As Clogd with flesh) cannot this Heaun aspire.

(21)

[O that I could (as willingly I would]

O that I could (as willingly I would
By breathing on thy lips my Soule infuse
Into thy beauteous Body; then, it should
Make Thee (as still it doth) on It still muse?
For muse I do, and nought but muse alone,
Because it makes my Muse to make my Loue
Vnto such only Beauty only knowne
(By waight and measure) so, thy Soule to mooue:
Moue Soule (sweet Soule!) Soule of my sweetest Sweet!)
VVith equall motion moue, as moues my Soule:
Which moues to Thine, then let Thine with It meet
It to embrace, in loue, not It controule:
But yet if so thou moue, thou shalt (Deere Sweete)
Controule it still when it moues ought vnmeet.

(22)

[So looks an Angell on Heauns Christall Wall]

So looks an Angell on Heauns Christall Wall
As looks my Saint, or Angell in her Glasse:
Each see in each, they are Celestiall;
Hir flesh then, being Heaunly, is not Grasse:
Grasse! no: ô no, though Grasse doth glad the Eie
With Ey-delighting Greennesse, its too darke
To be like her diuine Serenity
That, of highst GLORY, is a flaming Spark!
Which sets the World on fire, and al therein,
Like Phaetons Pride (the Proude should know that Story)
No Eye sees it but would lose fight to win
That Light, by which Eyes see, Sight dimd with glory!
O might mine Eies be dimd stil, with that Light
I would be nought but Eies, yet blinded quite!

(23)

[Stir'st thou me vp to loue? yet me restrain'st]

Stir'st thou me vp to loue? yet me restrain'st
From that thy stronge perfections stirr me to?
Frown'st thou in ernest? or els frowning fain'st,
Sith thee, in ernest, ernestly I woo?
If thou can'st be thine owne true Antitype,
(That's most deform'd, sith most well form'd Thou art!)
If thou can'st rotten be, now, thou art ripe,
Then, can I ceasse to sue, but not to smart:
For, smart I should no lesse for thy disgrace
Then I do smart for loue of (gracefull) Thee:
Then, let me loue thee, in thy better case,
That in thy worst, so much should greeued be:
But, if thou wilt not haue me woo, nor loue,
Then, either cease to Bee, or cease to moue.

(24)

[So, art thou (Cruell!) like a Ballance-Scale]

So, art thou (Cruell!) like a Ballance-Scale
For, when I sinck with Bale, thou mount'st with Blisse;
And when I rise with Blisse, thou sink'st with Bale:
So, stil thou art myne Opposite by This
And whie all this? (o froward Faire!) ô whie
In myne annoy dost thou so much delight?
Can I not liue, but thou fourthwith must die?
Or doth my death giue thy life, life, and spright?
Ther's no necessity herein at all,
Vnlesse Thou be the same: Who, (Parchas-like)
Dost neuer rise, but by anothers fall:
That is, their Threede of life quite off to strike:
For while I waighe them wounded by thy Beames
Their number, rising, falls into Extreames!

(25)

[Loue, like a Center, in a Circle standes]

Loue, like a Center, in a Circle standes
As neere to Beggars as Hee doth to Kings:
And like a Kinge them both, alike, Commands,
As Hee commands, likewise all other Things!
What Hart is of such st'eely temprament
(Or much more hard:) for, Steele the Magnes loues)
But gently bowes, when it by Loue is bent?
Onely thy Heart (hard Heart!) Hee nothing moues!
Nature nere made what hath no grace in it;
Then, thee she made not, that art so vnkinde:
So, thou art nothing, sith all Beeings fitt
The Endes, to which, as Meanes, they were assign'd:
Women, are Meanes that Men Bee, bee not then
As Nothing, but with Something, bring some Men.

(26)

[The sweetnesse (Sweete) which in thy loue I feele]

The sweetnesse (Sweete) which in thy loue I feele,
Sweetens the sorrow which, through it, I tast:
It mee vpholds, as It doth make me reele;
And, doth enlarge my Heart, which It doth wast.
LOVE, though Thou kill me, yet, I must confesse
Thou hast disbur'sd my Loue where it is due:
And though it boundlesse be, yet is it lesse
Then to my Loues worth doth, 'of right, accrue!
And though thou bee a Spectacle, through which
Each grace seemes greater then, in deede, it is:
Yet, setled Iudgment mounts hir prices Pitch:
For, Heau'n and Earth do offer faire for This!
Then, sith Thou art more Faire then Eyes can see,
Ile offer Thee as faire (my Soule) for Thee,

(26)

[By Nature, when wee are most cold without]

By Nature, when wee are most cold without
(As in the Winter) wee are hott'st within:
And, hott'st without, when cold'st the Hart about:
Thus, in, and out this Hott, and cold do ryn:
The truth here of I know, too well, you know
To question it; Then, why do you suppose
My Loue is cold within, sith so in show,
When that Show showes you how within it glowes?
Wilt thou distrust Affections Miracle
(I per se I) so rauisht with thy Loue:
As now I am Loues Forces Spectacle,
Which Cold, and Heate (yet cleere in both) do proue?
Then ō looke through my cold-cleere Eyes and see,
My Hart still sacrific'd in flames to Thee.

(27)

[Let not (deere Sweete) the wheeling of the Spheares]

Let not (deere Sweete) the wheeling of the Spheares
(That spight thy Christaline translucencie)
Winde vp thy lifes-Threed on the Spowle of Yeares
Ere thou dost as thy Mother did for Thee:
Least that thy Glasse thy beauie doo accuse
Before the soueraign'st Sence, for being deflowr'd
By Time; which Thee, as thou did'st, Him, abuse:
Which by thy Beautie will be ill endur'd.
Why mak'st an Idoll of Diuinitie
(Thy Beauiie!) and with It the Pagan play,
By off'ring vp thy selfe, to It, and dy
In Flames, but of Selfe-loue, condempn'd eache waie?
Then, better thou hadst nere bin borne, sith birth
Thy diuiue Beauty so condempnes to Earth.

(28)

[If (as the Pithagoreans do beleeue)]

If (as the Pithagoreans do beleeue)
The Sea be nought but one of Saturnes Teares
Its not vnlike sith still I, weeping grieue
That myne Eyes, Seas should shed, in many years.
This is the seaunth Sunne hath seen my loue
As firm, as flaming towards thy Beauties Heaun,
Yet ouerthwartly that Heauns Sunnes do moue
Through euil Signes that to no grace are giun,
Nere did they shine on me but to exhale
A Sea of Teares from my stil-springing Eyes
Or els to parche my Bloud, and make me pale:
So, fall my Teares, that still do falling rise:
And, if those Sunnes thou Cloude still with disdaine,
Myne eyes shall end the World with endlesse Raine!

(29)

[Some say the Weezel-masculine doth gender]

Some say the Weezel-masculine doth gender
With the Shee-Weezel only at the Eare
And she her Burden at hir Mouth doth render;
The like (sweet Loue) doth in our loue appeare:
For I (as Masculine) beget in Thee
Loue, at the Eare, which thou bearst at the Mouth
And though It came from Hart, and Reynes of me
From the Teeth outward It in thee hath growth.
My Mouth, thine Eares, doth euer chastly vse
With putting in hot Seed of actiue Loue;
Which, streight thine Ear conueyeth (like a Sluce)
Into thy Mouth; and, there but Aire doth proue:
Yet Aire is actiue; but, not like the fire
Then ô how should the Sonne be like the Sire?

(30)

[If Fire hath oft Barbarian Honors done it]

If Fire hath oft Barbarian Honors done it
By reason it resembles so the Sunne
Yet scarse is seene when his Raies ouer-runne it)
What would Barbarians to thine Haire haue donne?
Which (ô faire-Sweete!) oreshines Fire, Sunne, and all;
Whose rare resplendance no Eyes can behold
That are not (like it) most Angellicall,
And being so, will them, in wonder hold.
Then sith that Nature Crown'd Thee with such Light
As makes all Eyes, adoreing, wonder at,
Bee not, ô bee not then, in loue, so light
As makes thee darke by being This, to That:
My speach is darke; yet what by light I meane
Is more vnconstant, then it is vncleane.

(31)

[It is as true, as strange (els Triall faines)]

It is as true, as strange (els Triall faines)
That whosoeuer in the Moone-shine sleepes
Are hardly wak't, the Moone so rules the Braines;
For Shee is Soueraigne of the Braines, and Deepes:
So thou (faire Cynthia) with thy borrowed Beames,
(Borrow'd of Glories Sunne, great Lord of Light!)
Makst me still sleepe, in Loue, Whose golden Dreames.
Giue Loue right Currant, sith well-Coyn'd, Delight.
I cannot wake, while thou, on me, dost shine,
Thy shyning so, makes mee so sweetly Dreame:
For, still me thinks I kisse those lippes of thine:
And,—nothing els, for, I will not blaspheame:
But thought is free, and Dreames, are Dreames, and so.
I dreame, and dreame, and dreame, but let That go.

(32)

[Lvst is a Tyrant, Loue a Seruant Is]

Lvst is a Tyrant, Loue a Seruant Is:
This is the Sentence of Proofes euidence:
For, I nere see you (Sweete!) but feele by This
Both Cold and Heate, through Loue, and reuerence,
VVhat Eye can look, through cleere Loues Spectacle,
On Vertues Maiestie, that shines in Beauty,
But (as to Natures diuin'st Miracle!)
Performes not to It all subiectiue dutie?
BEAVTIES Diuinitie none dare prophane
That are of Humane, or of Brutish Kinde
But when Its full, where Vertue's in the wane:
VVhere a faire Body hids a filthie Minde?
But were thy Mind and Bodies beauty one,
Twere Natures Maiesties diuinest Throne!

(33)

[Ynough (fell Faire!) for, thou hast donne the Deede]

Ynough (fell Faire!) for, thou hast donne the Deede
That thou hast longe bin doing, which doth make
Thy mercy lesse, for that, to kill with speede
Shewes more remorce then they that leasure take.
How? and how longe hast thou bin mart'ring mee
To make my Deathe beyond my death to stand?
Who haue bin so Anatomiz'd by Thee
That eu'ry Nerue hath felt thy Rigors hand!
Out of my Hart, and Braines that Hand hath squiz'd
The Spirits that either Life, or Sence maintaine:
For, I am all as dead, as vnaduiz'd:
Only, for Thee, I Life, in show, retaine:
And if thou wilt haue That, sith That's for Thee
Then take Thou All, and leaue the rest for mee.

(34)

[O memorie (the Relicke of my Sence)]

O memorie (the Relicke of my Sence)
Whie yet remainst, to make me yet remaine
A Relike of my Fancies sowle offence,
That lov'd for hate, and woo'd, but for disdaine?
Carowse of Lœthe, make thie Cuppe, my Scull,
Vntill thou bee dead-drunke; then, like the Blest,
I shall bee full of rest, as thou art full
Of that forgetfulnes which myndes but rest.
And thou relentlesse Diamond, too deere,
(Too deere for mee, that offer'd mee, for thee)
Shal, to the World, in woorth the lesse appeare
Sith thou proust nothing woorth to, wronged mee:
Then, sith thou art nought woorth, but in th' Exchange,
I will not mee, for thee, now, interchange.

(35)

[Now plaies my Mind vpon hir Instrument]

Now plaies my Mind vpon hir Instrument,
(Thought-wasted Body, Organ of my Minde)
No Parts but such as wholy discontent,
My Parts are so vntun'd, by Thee, Vnkinde!
My Longues (the Bellowes) draw in nought but Aire,
That filles my Wind-pipes but with harshe Complaints
Tending to Diapassons of Dispaire,
Which often die, for, that Winde often faints.
My Hart, and Braines (the Stoppes, that cause the Moode)
Do often stopp: sith oft such Moodes they cause
As by the Pangs of Death are oft with-stood,
Through which the Organs Voice doth, sinking, pause:
But if thou (SWEET) wilt haue It sweetly rise
Then, breathe sweet Aire into It as It dies.

(36)

[In the' Abstract Nature is immutable]

In the' Abstract Nature is immutable;
But, in the Subiect it doth varie still:
My Loue, each way, is to It sutable;
In th' Abstract firme, the Subiect varie will.
Whie wilt thou varie (Subiect of my Loue,
More sweete then Sweetnesse!) whie wilt alter Sweete?
Is it because thou wilt a Tyrant proue?
Or scornst Subiection? or, thy Match to meete?
If so it bee (ô fayrest Faire!) then, know
I am thy Subiect, though thou subiect bee
To my high Loue, that makes me subiect so:
Then, thy Subiection giues thee Sou'raigntie:
Sith so it is: then, firme to me remaine,
Whose Loue doth make thee Subiect: so, to Raign!

(37)

[If two Sunnes should, at once, adorne the Skies]

If two Sunnes should, at once, adorne the Skies
All, in Combustion, would bee soone beneath:
Then, tis no wonder though thy Sunne-bright Eyes
(O most faire-Faire!) make all to burne that breath!
For, in thy Faces midd-heau'n so they shine
As comforts Nature in her workes of grace:
Yet makes It flame, with furie (oft) Diuine,
While it as Heaun'ly doth adorne thy Face:
Then, sith I am great Mother Natures Sonne,
Let thine Eyes comfort mee, with grace, to moue,
(As if I were all flaming, in the Sunne)
Vnto the endlesse Orbe of thy bright loue:
Wherein, if quite thou melt me, I shalbe
That which I wishe: that is, A parte of Thee.

(38)

[As great paines are not durable, at most]

As great paines are not durable, at most:
So, long Griefes are supportable, at least:
For, nought is violent but ends in post:
And that which dureth Nature may digest.
This is most true, els lies Philosophy;
And I would say she lyes, in mine owne proofe,
Were she not Hand-maide to Diuinity:
Which makes the Ly to keep the more aloofe.
But ah, the smart I haue endurd through loue
Hath (like that Loue) bin long, and extreame great
And all for thee (too Sweet) which sowre I proue,
Which woundst me while thou dost me well intreate:
If Ioab ô had plaid that part alone
Thou shouldst in Deed and Show, haue bin mine owne.

(39)

[VVhen I assaie to blaze my louely Love]

VVhen I assaie to blaze my louely Love
And to expresse Hir al in Colors quaint
I rob Earth, Sea, Aire, Fire, and all aboue
Of their best Parts, but her worst parts to paint:
Staidnesse from Earth, from Sea the cleerest part,
From Aire her subtilty, from Fire her light
From Sonne, Moone, Stars the glory they impart
So, rob and wrong I All to do her right.
But if the beauty of her Mind I touch
(Sith That before toucht, touch but parts externe)
I ransack Heaun a thousand times as much
Sith in that mind we may that Mind discerne
Thats all in All that are or faire, or good;
And so shees most diuine in Flesh, and bloud.

(40)

[Now Taper-pointed Night began to pierce]

Now Taper-pointed Night began to pierce
The bending forehead of our Horizon,
When as I tooke my Pen in blackest verse,
To shadow foorth my blacker Passion.
I told thee then, in Words as dark as Hell,
The Torments (Sweet) I for thy Loue abide;
And gaue thee light to see their Substance well
By Lynes that were al flame thy Sence to guide.
Yet canst thou not or rather wilt not see
The White whereat, in this dark-light I driue:
Then know (deer Sweet) directly it is thee:
Lo, knowst thou now? no no thou stil wilt striue
Against thy knowledge not to know the same,
Yet know thy Fashion puts me out of Frame.

(41)

[There was a Time when the most sacred Saint]

There was a Time when the most sacred Saint
That euer wedded was his Wife did woo,
And with loue-passions did hir Eares acquaint,
To moue hir mind to Loue and mariage too:
VVhen he would not haue thought it mortal sin,
(If so he could) to haue lynd out his loue
In mouing measures so her loue to win.
For, all that measure well of force must moue.
He did, or would haue told her his desires
(And measurd them in Numbers) were alone
Those, Edens out-casts left vnto their Heirs
By marriage Rights for Generation:
Then sith that Church, and Common weale encrease
By This, should Lynes that lead to this, surcease?

(42)

[If Speech, the noblest action of the wil]

If Speech, the noblest action of the wil,
Be turnd to Silence (Loues best speech) in me,
If wit be quickned, or made good, of ill
By that good will which I do beare to thee:
Then what auailes good Wit if it be mute
More then good will, that want good words to show it?
Suters speed not, that cannot shew their sute:
So, sue I to Thee but thou wilt not know it.
Yet Dumb-men do, and may, wed lawfully;
But, wed they do not without first they woo:
Then, let me (dumb through Loue, that speaks therby)
Do as, by Lawes of Heaun and Earth they do:
They woo, then Wiue, I woo, then let me Wed;
For, Words in Deede, best fit the mariage bed.

(43)

[My Mind to me a mighty Kingdom is]

My Mind to me a mighty Kingdom is;
Which I possesse, but not enioy in peace;
For if I did, I were a King of This,
But Loue, my right, doth force me to release,
If thou (great Loue) vsurpe anothers Right
Thou art a Tyrant; and thou must resolue
By fight to keep, what Thou hast got by fight;
If so of force, Thou must thy force dissolue:
For with Thy force thou canst not winne from me
My Mind, vnlesse Her force Thou quite defeate;
VVhich, if Thou do, it is the worse for thee:
For, thon defeatest That, that makes thee Great:
Then, ô be not too fell, but let that Shee
For, and by whom I liue, raign there with Thee.

(44)

[Cannot that fire that burns me warm thy Hart]

Cannot that fire that burns me warm thy Hart:
Art thou turnd Salamander in desire
To liue in my Harts flames and feel no fire?
But rather takst thou pleasure in my smart?
My hart is little, and the flames are great:
Its litle made by thy great cruelty:
The Fuel spent (as now the same is ny)
The fier needs must lose both hold, and heat.
My Hart (the fuel) is not Adamant,
That can indure the fury of this flame:
But it is Flesh, and soon melts in the same,
VVherof I wot, thou art not ignorant:
Then if thy knowledge wil not help my Hart
I wil condemn thy VVil, and curse thyne Art.

(45)

[Some say they loue, because their Loues are faire]

Some say they loue, because their Loues are faire;
And other some, sith they are wise and kind:
The first, loue but the hue of Flesh, or Haire:
But the last, loue the beauty of the Mind.
But, my loue kindled is at both those fires:
For, VVit and Beauty in my Loue doth flame
Without al noisom Smoake of dark Desires:
So, bright she is in Beauty, Wit, and Fame.
If all these do concur to cause my Loue,
That Loue, so caus'd, shold bring forth rare effects:
And so it doth, for me it so doth moue
As I do rest in restlesse rare Affects.
Then, sith (deer Sweet) thy Graces and my Loue
Are like, alike, let our Affections moue.

(46)

[They write, and speak wel, that can wel expresse]

They write, and speak wel, that can wel expresse,
(In either kind) what Fancy doth suggest:
But I the more I fancy, speake the lesse:
So, in my Hart, my hartlesse Tongue doth rest.
But, ô deer Hart, sith thou art Lord of life,
On paine of death, command my Pen to make
Ynk of thy bloud, to Chronicle the strife
Which thou endurest for thy true loues sake.
And, thou my Fancy so thy selfe bestir
(Who stir'st about the Center of my Loue)
That future Times, in loue, may pitty hir,
Sith graces such, vnpittiful should proue:
And, make my Pen (in lasting Colours) paint
The Picture of my Loue, and sullen Saint.

(47)

[The fatall beames thou dartest from thine Eyes]

The fatall beames thou dartest from thine Eyes
(Like Basilisks work on me, in effect:
Yet from them doth my remedy arise
By glassing mine, in thine, them to reflect:
For, in mine Eyes, shouldst thou thy self but see
Thy Beames would make thee in self-loue to burn
Then, harm me not and I wil not hurt thee:
Els on thy selfe thy Beauties Beames ile turne.
Thinke not because thy Hart is Adamant
That thy bright Raies wil but thereon rebound
No, to thy selfe thei'l make thee mercy grant,
And loue that grace that hurts & heals the wound:
Then let thine Eye-beames grace infuse in mine
Or, for thy plague, ile riuet mine in Thine.

(48)

[Pardon me Loue, sith what for Thee I do]

Pardon me Loue, sith what for Thee I do
(Although it breaks thy Precepts (oft too strict)
Is to attaine what to attaine vnto
Thou sholdst no Course, how ere crosse, cōtradict
For, shee I loue is too too like a Saint,
But that shee's most vnlike, in hir disdaine;
Who loues: but loues to cause my iust complaint,
As if her pride tooke pleasure in my paine:
Then though my prostrate old Deuotion
I do forbeare, forbeare to blame my Course:
For some do climb to high'st promotion
By scorning Scorne, and offering Fury force:
She's stiff, and I am strange, but yet I see
My strangenesse makes hir seem lesse strange to me.

(49)

[A time there was when Loue alone did liue]

A time there was when Loue alone did liue
Within the Brest of Heau'ns eternall Light:
But since that light did light to Planets giue
Light Venus, in light Harts vsurpes his Right:
So, Shee's an Idol made and daily serv'd
With that Deuotion which to him belongs:
Whose Motions are much more then his obseru'd
So, He the Author seems of his own wrongs!
He made hir first but to incline the Sence:
But since, She seems much more then to constrain,
Sith Mad She makes Men with her influence,
If ought from hir, their Sences do restraine:
But why ò Lightnesse, lov'st thou so this Star
Whenas the Sun of Glory's brighter far!

(50)

[Loue, leaue thy Lodge (my Hart) and enter Hirs]

Loue , leaue thy Lodge (my Hart) and enter Hirs
Who plac'd thee there; that she may know what paine:
Thou hast in pleasures, and what rest in Stirs,
Which being done, returne to mine againe:
For, though, at once, thou glad, and grieue the same,
Thou griu'st It so, as still It would bee griu'd,
So Hits might still bee melted with His flame:
And so made One till they bee life-depriu'd.
Or, if not so made one, that Odds should cease,
Yet Odds might light bee made, by mutuall Loue:
Then, in that Warre wee might enioy sweete peace:
So, wee should thinke Warre sweete, and so It proue:
But if she loue not too, ô Loue thou art
Hart to my griefe, and griefe vnto my Hart.

(51)

[Of Loue, whie write I, sith such hate I proue]

Of Loue, whie write I, sith such hate I proue
As is of force to make Loue Loue to hate?
How, how (poore Man) should I haue lust to Loue
Whose Loue, and Life are so vnfortunate?
My scornefull fortunes my Loue scornfull make:
Who Looks on mee as on Disgraces Glasse:
While I such hate, and wrongs beare for hir sake,
As able were to make a Man an Asse!
And yet such bearing shee forbeares to stile
With vertuous Title, yet if force I vse
She saith it's brutishe: Thus, shee doth defile
My fame, though yet, herein, I her excuse
Sith, shee hates one that loues his owne Disgrace
That is, Hee loues hir that doth him debase.

(52)

[Fortune, and Loue (each other to disgrace)]

Fortune , and Loue (each other to disgrace)
Striue who should make mee Slaue to eithers might;
And, being blinde, fight without shifting place:
So, I am made the Barre ore whom they fight.
The Blowes of either often fall on mee;
And, much more often sith they both are blinde:
But, Fortune strikes me sure, as shee could see;
And, Loue doth wound me sore, with Blowes more kinde!
Fortune, doth chippe me out, and takes away
All outward Things: but Loues impetuous Blowes
Nere cease to sinck till in my Hart they stay,
Thus, is my Spoile the Triumphe of these Foes:
But, more I yeeld to Loue, then Fortunes might,
Sith I can Liue, in Loue, in Fortunes spight.

(53)

[Fauours, are so farre sweete as there remaines]

Fauours , are so farre sweete as there remaines
Place for requitall; but, if past that Place
They grow, to great Harts, but to bee great paines;
Which lothe such Loue, and grudge at so much grace.
This happily (deere Sweete) you thinke vpon
When your deere graces on me dropping bee:
Who make them fall with small effusion,
Lest they should cause the like effect in mee.
But, you (ô me!) do quite my Hart mistake:
For, you haue made it poore, and hardly liues:
Which loues you more, the more of It you make:
For, Fauours excesse hardly it reuiues:
Then ô, wise-Faire, my poore Hart fauour still,
Sith still it liues, by hope, that so you will.

(54)

[Shee comes, Shee comes, mount, mount my Soule]

Shee comes, Shee comes, mount, mount my Soule
Vnto the height of Admiration!
See how the Sunne him selfe begins to scoule
To see a fairer Sunne the Earth vpon!
O glorious Light (which makes our Hemispheare
Like Iupiters Starre-Chamber with thy Raies!)
How dost thou mee confound with Loue, and feare?
What praise but Wonder, can thy Wonders praise!
Stand, stand a loofe, come not to neere mine Eyes:
For, thou wilt make them lightlesse with thy Light!
O mee! my Hart, how with thy Beames, it Fryes!
What mean'st (ô Miracle!) to melt mee quite?
Hold, hold; no more: thy Beames from me auert,
Vnlesse, from them, Thou hide me in thy Hart.

(55)

[If Sunne-Beames spring, by kinde, from Heaun'ly Ground]

If Sunne-Beames spring, by kinde, from Heaun'ly Ground,
If Voice, diuining Eares, from Angells comes,
If breath that yeelds as sweete a Sent, as Sound
Celestiall bee, and Sence, with ioy, ore'comes:
Then, Face, and Voice, and Breath of my sweet Saint
Are most Celestiall: and, if so they bee,
The Spirit of Science did this Picture paint
By Coppy of his owne Diuinity!
If so, she is most mercifull, and iust:
Sith Hee, in both is most, most infinite;
Which makes vs feare, and yet, in Him, to trust;
And so shee doth, in Wisdome exquisite:
Which oft, in Iustice, humbles daring Men
And then, in Mercy, liftes them vp agen.

(56)

[If Fauour comes by suff'ring, not by force]

If Fauour comes by suff'ring, not by force,
And wilde-fire quenched bee with Milke, or Mire;
If yeelding Woll resists the Bullets course,
And gentle Oile doth quench Lime set on fire:
If that the higher wee desire to builde,
The lower wee our ground-worke ought to lay:
If all these Truethes so naturall are held
That their cleare euidence doth question staie:
Then questionlesse you are vnnaturall
(Sow're Sweet) who though I, at your feet, am thrown
Yea, make my selfe your verie Pedestall,
Yet, you insult the more, and keepe me downe:
If then my lowlinesse your scorne increase
You are Perfections vnkinde Master-peece.

(57)

[Its easie to blaspheame the name of Loue]

Its easie to blaspheame the name of Loue,
And say its but the worke of Idlenesse:
The Slipps of Fancie, which oft mortall proue,
The Mothe of Strength, and strength of Foolishnesse:
These, and such like, or els farre woorse then these,
Might Hate disgorge gainst Loues Diuinitie:
And with such Yells Dispaire hir Soule might ease,
Whose sweetest ease is bitt'erst Blasphemie:
But I, that know the powre of Loue too well,
To well do worde him to bee vs'd so ill:
For, hee hath dam'd me to his lowest Hell
Where Hee torments my Reason, VVitt, and VVill:
But, Reason, Witt, and Will in humble wise
Do pray for him, and wishe he had his Eyes.

(58)

[Your Fauors filling my torne Hart with Hope]

Your Fauors filling my torne Hart with Hope,
Hope, raising lustlesse Loue, and Loue, Desire,
Desire rests not but in, Deer you, his scope;
Whose flames: stil mount to you, his Spheare of Fire.
Then, if to my desire you will giue rest,
It must be in your staid Loues purer flames:
Then, with his Element, Desire inuest,
Sith his fire compound is, and him vnframes.
Feeling mounts not to Pleasures firmament,
But through this subtill Spheare of simple fire:
Nor Loue attaine the Heau'n of true content,
But by this sweet Repose of his Desire:
Then, if you loue me, as it seems you do,
Rest my Desire, and I will rest yours too.

(59)

[Ha! there Shee goes, that goes away with me]

Ha! there Shee goes, that goes away with me;
And here stand I, that haue her in my Hart:
She flees from me, and yet I with her flee:
For no Diuision can vs wholy part.
Faire fall thee buxome Aire that yet dost hold
The sent of her late presence, for thy grace:
Thou dost sweet Aire, but what the Heauens wold,
If they so happy were it to embrace.
Who breaths this Aire, their breath most sweet must be,
Though it, before the Aire made most vnsweet:
On It Ile liue, till She returne to me,
To take the aire which from hir first did fleet:
And then in Words she shall receaue the same
That shall be sweetned with hir praise, and Name.

(60)

[Parhaps I doo, though you thinke otherwise]

Parhaps I doo, though you thinke otherwise,
Loue in the tenderst Bowels of my Soule;
But what? Can I not loue; vnlesse there lies
Loue in my Front, while yours, in hate, doth scoule?
If no faith in the Front doth lie; no loue
Lies where no faith is; for, loue liues thereby:
Then, the Fronts Arguments doo nothing proue
But showe of trueth inuolu'd in Falacie.
And if the Front saie true, and true it bee
That Womens Naies are euer double Yeas;
Then, your Front euer giuing Naies to mee,
Doo giue me twice as many yeas, by These:
But, in true loue, I hold that Skill vnfit,
That discontents the Will to please the Wit.

(61)

[VVill you (your Will be done) haue me loue so]

VVill you (your Will be done) haue me loue so,
That by my Looks the same you best may see?
And wil you loue in Deed, and hate in show?
Do as you will, your wil is law to me.
Yet Show hath much deceite, but Substance none;
Then, most substantiall is the truest loue:
The foreheads falshood is more seen then known,
Yet known of most, that least thereof approue.
Then, sith the Front's so full of Falacy,
I cannot trust yours, more then you can myne:
But if you would our Harts should open lye
Change Harts with me, or let vs them combine:
Then, feelingly, our harts we so shall kno,
To This (Sowr Sweet) say double yea, or No.

(62)

[My Tongue, is turn'd to Eyes, mine Eyes, to Eares]

My Tongue, is turn'd to Eyes, mine Eyes, to Eares
In the dread presence of my deeerest Loue:
Who, while shee speakes, my very seeing heares;
Hir Tongue, and Bodie do so sprightly moue!
My Tongue, & Eares are deaff, & dumbe the whiles,
Orewhelm'd with Loue, and Ioy, and Hope in each;
Only my Lookes applaude hir Words with smiles,
As if they onely heard, and saw Their reache.
And sith with hir I cannot interpleade
But meerely by the meane of speaking-Lookes,
Sith Lookes alone must stand me then in steade
My Lookes shalbe Loue, and Witts record Bookes,
Wherein shee still may reade what I conceaue
Of her sweete words, and what replies I giue.

(63)

[Saie you (deere Sweete) my Lines are labour'd sore?]

Saie you (deere Sweete) my Lines are labour'd sore?
My Lines, I know, will tell you no such thing:
Though euery Line doth laboure more, and more,
Till they my Griefe, conceal'd, to light do bring.
But, for my Lines themselues, they labor'd are
With no more paine then paine in pleasure takes:
Sith they my Hart vnburden of much care,
That yet, for want of better yssue akes.
A Labour'd Line's too busie for my Braine,
That is well neere distracted, with muh Thought:
Let those Lines laboure, that by Lines do gaine;
For, I haue labour'd Lines, too longe, for nought:
Sith my best labour'd Lines you still reward
With saying, tushe this paines might well be spar'd.

(64)

[VVhile Words I weigh, in Scales of my Conceite]

VVhile Words I weigh, in Scales of my Conceite,
To know their weight that merit most respect,
And, while I vse some Arte (without Deceite)
To place them where they may haue most effect,
I finde the weightiest Words are farre too light
To weigh the Will resolu'd not to be waid;
And, though their place make infinite their might,
Yet stirre they not a Mind peruersly staid:
Then, whie seeke I to mooue you by my Words?
I know not I, because I know so much:
Yet this lost labour my Loue you affords,
Which, if It draw not, shall your hardnesse touche:
For, were you Steele, the Magnes of my Loue
Would draw you too't; but harder you I proue.

(67)

[Your Soules rough Calmes, that neither hate, nor loue]

Your Soules rough Calmes, that neither hate, nor loue,
Your Minde vnmou'd with praises, or reproofe,
The lesse they moued are, the more they moue
My froward loue, to stand the more aloofe.
Yet looks it back, when it is well-ny gone,
Supposing It should not so giue you or'e:
Then tries some other kinde Conclusion,
Which speeds no better then those tride before.
You hate me not; for, well you vse me still:
You loue me not; sith you feele not my paine:
This (like your mortall hate) offends my Will;
Yet, this is all the loue my Loue doth gaine:
What Mettell are you off? sure, fleshe, and Blood
Are not so staid, that nought can moue their moode!

(66)

[Where shall I hide me from Loues Pow'r? ô where?]

Where shall I hide me from Loues Pow'r? ô where?
If to th'Antipodes from him I fly
Hee Pricks his Flights at me, and hitts me there:
If neere at hand, his Torche my Flesh doth fry.
In Earth, his Shafts haue all subdu'd to Him;
The Sea's his Mothers Contrie; and beside
He naked is, and so can faster swymme:
And, through the Aire, he on his Wings doth glide.
If to the Fire I flie, its to himselfe:
Then, Heau'n, and Hell, (if Poetts fable not)
Haue felt the great force of the little Elfe:
Thus, all, in all, are subiect to his Shot:
Then sith no where I can be safe from these,
Ile hide me no where: That is, in mine ease.

(67)

[Bvt This, and then my Pen shall make aboade]

Bvt This, and then my Pen shall make aboade
In endlesse Rest: For, euen now the same
Goes, stradling, vnderneathe a heauie Loade:
For, Heauinesse his forme doth quite vnframe.
Who sheddeth sable Teares, well mixt with Bryne,
To rue his owners sorrowes bitter state:
And maketh happlesse Blotts in eu'ry Line
To Simbolize his Loue vnfortunate.
The sincking Paper makes them, spreading, runne,
As Griefe runnes, spreading, in his sincking Hart:
Pen, Ynke, and Paper, then, are quite vndone,
(As is their Master) with sad Sorrowes smart:
And all that smart I feele through your disdaine,
Who wounds my Hart, with loue, yet scornes my paine.

(68)

[VVorke on my Hart, sterne Griefe, and do thy worst]

VVorke on my Hart, sterne Griefe, and do thy worst:
Draw it togeather till his Strings do crack:
My Minde will nere be whole till they bee burst:
Then, breake, breake Hart, ere broken bee my Back.
Which vndergoes a VVorld of heauie Harmes,
That well might breake It, and an Hart of Oke:
Then, Griefe extend the vigor of thine Armes
To crush his substance into Sighings smoke.
Hope, thou dost hurt It with thy helping Hand:
Who (Ape-like) kilst it with a kind embrace:
Thy Charge, wan Hope, yeeld to pale Deaths Command,
That Hee my vitall Spirits may haue in Chase:
For, sith good Lucke proues lucklesse in my Loue,
Go hange thee Hope, yet stay, lest I it proue.

(69)

[Giue mee (faire-Sweete) the Mapp, well coulored]

Giue mee (faire-Sweete) the Mapp, well coulored,
Of that same little World, your selfe, to see
Whether those Zones of hott Loue, and cold Dreade
Bee so extreame in you, as th'are in mee.
If on the Hart (that small Worlds Center greate)
Such Heate, and Cold their vtt'most Powers imploy,
No Thoughts could dwell therein for Cold, and Heate;
Which my distem'pred-dismall Thoughts annoy.
But, if I finde the Climes more temperate
In your World then in mine, Ile thether send
My Thoughts by Colonies,, in wretched State,
Sith there, for'th with, they cannot choose but mend:
And by your temp'rance, when they betterd bee
If you'l transplant Them, Them re-plant in mee.

(70)

[No, I deny it; and my negatiue]

No, I deny it; and my negatiue
Salbe made good with two affirmatiues
Yea, I affirme: it which Affirmatiue
Shal be auouched with two Negatiues:
I do deny I faine, yea, yea I do,
As you accuse me, and withal affirme
I loue you for your selfe, for whom I woo:
And cannot loue no loue that is too Firme.
I cannot loue no loue, nor loue that loue
That's like Priuation, drawing neer to nought:
That loue is nothing, and can Nothing moue,
But such a Som-thing as should not be sought:
What That is, guesse (if it be not your hate)
It is that I would flie as evil fate.

(71)

[VVhat boots Complaint (if it be made alone)]

VVhat boots Complaint (if it be made alone)
To him whose help without himself doth lye?
But to cause Mone effect more cause of moane,
Or make Dispaire wan hopes best remedy:
Sith now, ó Tirant Griefe, thou long hast had
The sack of my subdued hartie Cheere,
Rest, rest awhile let no new fires be made
Vnto thy Spoiles that are consumed neere.
O Reason what cleer Eyes hast thou to see
Our Euils! & how blind in shunning them!
My Reason sees my Griefs extremity
Yet sees not how to make it lesse extreame:
For, since I loue you (Sweet) I can but grieue,
To see you raze the hopes which me relieue.

(72)

[Deer Sweet (who in a bright face Definite]

Deer Sweet (who in a bright face Definite
(Being a Spark inflaming Worlds of loue!)
Containes an Heau'n of Beauty infinite:
To which my Thoughts, on Wings of Hope, do moue)
Sith that the Sunne (Heau'ns most maiestick Eye)
Disdaines not to behold the basest Worme,
To glad his Soule and grace his vility,
Let your Heau'ns Sunnes the like on me perform.
Grace is a Spark of that immortall Flame
Which, being from Heau'n descended knew not where
(In Earth) to enter in a mortall Frame,
But in your Corpse, wherethrough It shineth cleere:
Then, sith Grace glorifies you Forme, and Face,
Grace me with looks, that glorifie your grace.

(73)

[Thy Beauties blush, like fairest Morne in Maie]

Thy Beauties blush, like fairest Morne in Maie,
(Faire-Honied Sweet) doth so intrance mine Eies
That while thou dost those Roses rich display
They see Heau'ns hue through thy skins Christal skies,
And did my fault nor thine enforce the same
I stil could wish to see that Heau'nly Blush:
Yea, I would see that glory to my shame,
So that my faces shame would cause that flush.
Then blame me not if (when thy Cheeks I see
Died in a Tincture that is so diuine)
My Cheeks in selfsame Colour Dyed be
To make thine spread their Dy, by dying mine:
Then, blush thou not, for blushing in this wise
Sith that Hue from, and for thy grace doth rise.

(74)

[Some, blaze the pretious beauties of their Loues]

Some, blaze the pretious beauties of their Loues
By precious Stones; and, other some by flowrs;
Some, by the Planets, and Celestiall Powres;
Or, by what els their Fancy best approoues.
Yet, I, by none of these, will blazon mine;
But, onely saie hir selfe, hir selfe is like:
For, those Similitudes I much mislike
That are much vsed, though they be diuine.
In saying she is like hir selfe, I say
Shee hath no like; for, shee is past compare,
Then, who, aright commends this creature rare,
Must say Shee is: and there, of force, must staie,
Because, by words, Shee cannot be exprest;
So, say shee is; and, wondring, owe the rest.

(75)

[VVee read that Gelon and Pisistratus]

VVee read that Gelon and Pisistratus
Vsurpt tyrannicall dominion
By meanes as violent as vicious:
Yet rul'd with loue, and admiration:
But, loue (that rules the Kingdome of my minde)
Comming in Peace, aright, to that Command
Doth rage therin, and either burne, or binde
The Powres therof, that none escapes his Hand:
Then would he Gelon were, for gouernment,
Though he had got the same with sword, and fire:
Then, should I be Loues Kingdome of Content,
That am the flaming Forge of his Desire:
But, rule more mildly, Loue, lest my Minds Powres
Conspire to quench that Flame with thy blouds Showres.

(76)

[Bodies, bee neither Light, nor Heauy found]

Bodies , bee neither Light, nor Heauy found
So longe as they are in their proper place;
But being out, they shift to It apace,
Bee it aboue, or els beneath the Ground:
Then, Loue, it seemes, is not in his right Spheare,
That in my Hart doth rest in such vnrest;
Who shifteth still to you, he loueth best;
Then, must he rest in you, or els no where.
Receaue my Loue (Deere Loue) then, to that rest,
Sith Diuine Nature made you for the same;
Proue not disloyall to that roiall Dame,
But let vs eache of other be possest:
And, if your vertue simple were before
Thus, beeing purely mixt, it wilbe more.

(77)

[The Polipp Fishe sitts all the Winter longe]

The Polipp Fishe sitts all the Winter longe
Stock-still, through Slouthe, and on him selfe doth feed
So, through the cold of feare I do, in deede,
Whereby the Libertie of Loue I wronge.
But they do perishe, pittilesse, that weare
(Through slouthe) away, that might bee fatt, and Faire
By honest Labour; hie Promotios Staire:
So, do I perishe, pittilesse, through Feare.
Yet, can I not but feare your scorne, dread Dame,
If I should labour to disclose my Loue,
Sith your high fortunes myne are farre aboue,
This maks me, through my slouthe, to worke my blame:
But, lest I should my selfe so quite consume
To say I loue you, let my loue presume.

(78)

[So shootes a Starre as doth my Mistries glide]

So shootes a Starre as doth my Mistries glide
At Midd-night through my Chamber; which she makes
Bright as the Sky, when Moone, and Starres are spide;
Wherewith my sleeping Eyes (amazed) wake.
Which ope no sooner then hir selfe shee shutts
Out of my sight, awaie so fast shee flies;
Which me in mind of my slack seruice putts;
For which all night I wake, to plague mine Eyes:
Shoote Starre once more, and if I bee thy Marke
Thou shalt hit mee, for thee Ile meet withall:
Let myne Eyes once more see thee in the darke,
Els they, with ceasslesse waking, out will fall:
And if againe such time, and place I lose
(To close with thee) lett mine Eyes neuer close.

(79)

[Deere, if thou wilt that I shall call thee Deere]

Deere , if thou wilt that I shall call thee Deere,
(Who art most deere how euer thou-art cald!
Endeere mee to thy Loue, past price, and peere,
By louing mee that to thy loue am thrall'd.
Yet feare I Freedome, as I feare thy hate:
For, nought but thie, fixt hate can make me free:
And, though relict, Ile be no Reprobate
To gentle Loue, nor yet to cruell Thee!
Ile bee thy Vassall, though free-borne I am,
Sith they are highe-borne whome thy loue sustaines:
Then let me liue to beare thy Vassalls name,
Yet liue to make thee labour for my paines:
That by that paines, and laboure, thou, and I
may gett our Like, to liue in when wee dy.

(80)

[The Romaines, in their Temples, plac'd, of olde]

The Romaines, in their Temples, plac'd, of olde,
Neere to the Graces, well-Tongu'd Mercury;
To note that Speeche in vtt'ring will catch cold,
That lights not on a gracious Eare, and Eye:
So, though my Tongue were most Angelicall,
And, could make Eares to heare of Stone, or Wood,
Yet, if your Eares turne Hony into Gall,
As good no Speech, as speaking for no good.
Bee not (deere Sweete) ô bee not so peruerse,
Your Eares are fleshe, and so your Hart should bee:
Then, stone them not, to Coole my charming Verse,
That seekes to turne your Eares, and Hart to mee:
But, by that Turne, if you do feare a fall,
Ile hold you vp, or breake my Neck withall.

(81)

[If the Egyptian, and the Troglodite]

If the Egyptian, and the Troglodite
Ouer whose Heads the Sunne directly stands
But one meere Moment, daily, in his height,
Do hardly scape quite burning by his Brands,
How then should I (bright-Faire!) not quite bee brent
With those bright Beams, shott frō, those Sunnes, thine Eyes,
Sith still they are to me directly sent
As from my Zenith, iu thy Beauties Skies?
O! with those Raies exhale from Mercies Seas
Some Dropps of Grace, & showre thē downe on me,
To coole the firie heate of my Disease,
That so my Sore, and Salue maie come from Thee:
If not, yet shall those Cloude-dissoluing Beames,
Melt my Care-Clouded Eies to cooling Streames.

(82)

[VVhiles that this Aire I breath to coole my Heart]

VVhiles that this Aire I breath to coole my Heart,
My Hart's inflamed so with loues desire
That Aire to Fire it doth thereby conuert:
So liues my Hart in Hel, or quenchlesse fire!
Then, canst thou Goddesse full of outward grace,
(In whom I hope, sith thee I loue and serue)
Still feed these flames with Beames sent from thy face
And martyr him thou shouldst from paines preserue:
Then may I say, by Kind th' art glorious made,
But by vnkindnesse thou thy selfe dost mar:
Thou mar'st thy selfe; That is, thou mak'st me vade,
Who, then thy selfe doth loue thee better far:
And yet thou lov'st thy self too well for me
Sith so thou lou'st, because I so loue thee.

(83)

[No more but so? Why then false Hopes farewel]

No more but so? Why then false Hopes farewel
Why, why so long haue you deluded me?
Saie you (false Faire!) you hate to loue too well?
Although too wel, true loue can neuer be?
Then, too well haue I lou'd you for such loue
That thinks true loue too wel loues what it likes:
Which speech doth you as fond as fickle proue;
And through your tender reputation strikes.
Hate you to loue too wel that lothed Hate:
But hate not true loue kindly to imbrace:
Your grace to loue, my Mind did animate
And can you loue, too wel such loue of Grace?
If so you can, Grace, too well, loues your Frame
Who makes it famous, while you It defame.

(84)

[Lamia the witch (as Poets featlie faine)]

Lamia the witch (as Poets featlie faine)
Still in a box, at home puts vp her Eies:
But going abrode shee put them in againe
Their propper holes, wherewith each Mote she spies:
So, thou at home, (that is, thy selfe within
O hellish Cerces that bewitchest me)
Pul'st out thine Eies: that is, seest not thy Sin;
But yet abrode thou mine too wel dost see.
Thou saist I haue deceau'd thee in thy loue
By other Loues; and so, thou me dost hate
Vpon a meer surmise: but I can proue
Where thou thy Chastitie did'st vulnerate:
O no, I lie, thou stil didst keep it sound
But others gaue, and it receau'd the wound.

(85)

[It may be as you say: but yet say I]

It may be as you say: but yet say I
It should be otherwise then stil you do:
You saie you Loue, I wil not saie you lie,
Because you Loue, and Loue to linger to:
For, if you lou'd me could I loue so long,
For meer Delaies disguizd in Loues Araie
Could I, for so much right reape so much Wrong,
If you lou'd not alone to show delay?
Delaie, in Loue, is daungerous you know:
Then It you loue sith mine that daunger is:
Who seeing loue wears me in Deed, and Show,
You loue Delaie, to wast me quite, by This:
But, if you loue to wast me so, by That,
Hate me, another while, to make me Fat.

(86)

[Bee not, ô be not careleslie vnkinde]

Bee not, ô be not careleslie vnkinde
To him (sower-Sweet) whose care is all for thee:
Looke in my Hart, through windows of my minde,
And nought but thine owne Image thou shalt see.
Sack not the Temple then, where thon art shrinde
A glorius Monumente of Excellence!
The Shrine's immortal, sith so is my Minde,
Yet maist thou it deface, by plaging Sence.
Thou plaugst my feeling, sith through thee I feele
The hatefulst plagues that Loues Fire can inflict:
My Hart (where thou dost dwell, with Hart of Steele;)
Sill flaming, burnes, yet thee it not afflicts:
But wert thou not lesse sensible then Steele
Thou coulst not choose but feele the paines I feele!

(87)

[It's saide and knowne, (and, so, it's held for true)]

It's saide and knowne, (and, so, it's held for true)
That Arethusa, and Alphëus are
Two Riuers that, each other so persue
As noughte can let their Course, or water marre:
For sweete Alpheus doth throug Thetis glide,
Free from her saltnesse, (though, Lais-like shee steere)
Vntill he meete vpon the other side,
With his loue Arethusa, fresh and cleere.
Then, if that sencelesse Riuers (which by kinde
Are most vnstaid) in loue so constant bee,
Let me not you (Faire Nimphe) vnconstant finde,
Sith through all wrongs, I runne, arighte, to Thee;
Then, sith to thee I runne through Sorrowes Seas,
Let mee in thy cleare Hart, and Armes haue ease.

(88)

[Down, down proude Hart, to Loues Lures, stoop, ô stoop]

Down, down proude Hart, to Loues Lures, stoop, ô stoop
She Lures, that loues, shee loues, that can alure;
Then, downe, ô downe, yet not so low as droupe;
Sith shee, beeing gracious, is as kinde, as sure!
Hir glancing Eye, through Loue, in, State is staid,
Which stands with constant grace, and Maiesty:
Both which, in, loue deserue to be obaide
By hatefull harts, that are as hard as hie:
Then melt, melt Hart, in hott affections flames,
If thou be not more hard then hardest Stones:
For, Harts, but of that temper, shee vnframes
In fire of Loue, and makes them tender ones:
Then (Sweet) sith now mine melts for loue of you,
Let it run into yours, to Mould it new.

(89)

[There was a time (to speak, wherof I faint]

There was a time (to speak, wherof I faint
Sith That that was, nere lou'd the ducking Frir'e)
When I might pray to you, as to my Saint,
And you wold grant, or further my desire.
But, you reiect (as superstitious)
The praiers which I now do make to you
And (tearming them as vaine, as vitious)
You bend from me, when I to you do bow.
If I with you commit Idolatry
It is an easie error sith you be
An Image but too like the Deity
For Fleshy Eyes the difference to see:
But, if you would haue me my Conscience kill
Bid me not loue you, that wil do your will.

(90)

[In Nature are two supreame Principles]

In Nature are two supreame Principles:
As namely, Vnity, and Binarie:
The first doth forme all Beauties Miracles:
The last's the Fount of all Deformitie.
The Forme of Number is this Vnitie:
(Number, the Matter: Vnitie, the Forme)
Confusion, springeth from Duality:
Which doth the frame of Nature quite deforme:
Then sith that Vnity hath so great grace,
And that Duality bee so deform'd:
Lett's not bee two (faire Sweete) but fast embrace
The Meane whereby wee may bee still conform'd:
Or, if wee shall bee Two (ô fairest Faire!)
Let you, and I make but one perfect Paire.

(91)

[Ha, ha, ha, ha, you make me laugh, I sweare]

Ha, ha, ha, ha, you make me laugh, I sweare:
And yet I laugh as some, in ioy, do weepe:
To see you double, like a Hare, for feare,
Lest I should smell where now, in loue, you creepe.
Well, Wanton, well: I see your Harebraind Course,
Though, with the Catt, I wincke at what I see:
You now turne Taile to mee, no force, no force,
You shew your beastly manners as they bee.
Double no more, no more Ile hunt for you:
Vnlesse I open, sith you now I winde:
Ile freely spend, your fame still to pursue,
Sith it is blinde before, and lame behinde:
Yet though some wide mouthes call a Iade, a Iade,
Ile speake more spuce, yet call a Spade, a Spade.

(92)

[Looke from the Turret of thy high disdaine]

Looke from the Turret of thy high disdaine
(Wherein I see thee, though thou seest me not)
On mee (fell Faire.) flat lyeng on the Plaine
Of Lowlinesse, like the least little Mote!
Yet if thy heaunly faces Sunnes do shine
(In grace,) on my great Smallnesse I, poore I,
Shall, shining, mount, as if I were Diuine,
Like Motes in Sunne, who, shyning, mount thereby.
But if thou Cloude thy faces Heau'n with ought
That may those Sunne-beames lett to shine on mee,
Ile steepe my selfe in Teares till I be nought,
That I thus brought to nought by cruell Thee,
May charge thee with my fall, when I shall rise
To meet thee, to haue iustice, in the Skyes.

(93)

[O proudly-chast, and Louely-coy, deere Sweete]

O proudly-chast, and Louely-coy, deere Sweete,
Why takst thou pleasure to impeach thy fame
With name of Cruell, for thy Sex vnmeete?
To keepe good name, wilt thou lose thy good name?
Its mercy to thy selfe to be most fell
To those (I graunt) that seeke thine Honors foile;
But, vnto him that makes thy praise excell
It is no prayse to tryumph in his spoile.
The pure respect thou bear'st thy Chastity
First made me loue thee with all pure respect:
Then, sith pure loue, is perfect Piety,
And chast Desire is sacred, in effect,
Requite my pure Loue, and my chast desire
With like, to like, till wee become intire.

(94)

[Finding my selfe (before I would be found)]

Finding my selfe (before I would be found)
Neer lost in Laborinths of haplesse loue,
I got me to a melancholy groue
To descant on Loues-griefs to heauy Ground:
Where whilst I coucht me to performe the same,
The Flies, and Gnats, without still vexed me;
And Grief, within, as busy as a Bee,
Vnto my treble grief, made double game:
So, while I sought to descant on my Harmes,
My Harms did descant on That which I sought:
For, while I thought on't I was vext in thought;
And, in my Flesh afflicted with these Swarms:
Then thought I Louers were like idle Drones
Whom Stingers follow, to augment their mones.

(95)

[Gods me! what will you? soft, what do I dreame?]

Gods me! what will you? soft, what do I dreame?
Do I heare reall words? or think I do?
Or can it be that beauty so extreame
Should be so fowly false, and brag ont to?
Sure, I had rather say my Sences lye,
Then think you can, be so vnlike to you:
Sith in the sam's no possibility,
How ere you seem to you, and me vntrue.
Say what you wll, I will not wrong you so
To think (much lesse to say) that you fair, Sweet,
VVill plight me faith; then, me and It forgoe:
And vaunt (ô past beleef!) how you did fleet:
But, this I sweare, if yon rest so vnsound,
That such crackt Ware is better lost then found.

(96)

[He that would faine reduce an high-borne Wife]

He that would faine reduce an high-borne Wife
Vnto the Compasse of his meane estate,
Must not at first, stick for a little Strife,
To make his peace to haue the longer Date:
For, as some Curtall ouer-lusty Mares,
Then Water them, wherein they seeing it,
Let fall their Crest, sith their Tail so ill fares,
That Fooles, and Asses ride them without Bit:
So, from the Colon to the Period
Of this Similitude, what should ensue
Is eas'ly gest: But ah, I am forbod
By high-borne Wiues, low matchd, to tell it you:
But, by their leaues this must I needs affirme,
A Ring, too wide, wel bow'd doth sit more firme.

(97)

[Foole that I am, to seem so passionate]

Foole that I am, to seem so passionate
In that which Wiues, and Woes, and Years haue cal'md

Bigamus.

Why, now should Venus know my Bodies State?
Or, with her Balsamum my Wounds be Balm'd?
No more, no more: it is ynough that I
Haue won Repentance, with the losse of Tyme,
In running o're these Rules of Vanity:
And not repeate them, erst in Rules of Rime.
Now, many Winters haue Frost-bit my Haires,
Congeal'd my Bloud, and cool'd my vitall Hear,
I, Youthful-follies should ore'flow with Teares:
And, make a Rod of Rue my selfe to beate:
But, trust me Loue, how ere I write of Thee,
I am in hate with thee, and thou with me.

(98)

[If I dare call Loue Rogue, and Runnagate]

If I dare call Loue Rogue, and Runnagate,
Its like I am resolu'd to loath his loue:
But, so I cal Him and the cause of Hate;
VVhich to my grief, in mine owne Soule I proue,
I hate as hel, His meer rememberance
Much more the Fauours he hath done to me:
And hold his loathsom loue the fowl'st mischance
That can befall Men that most haplesse be.
It is the Scurge of God to plague Mankind:
The Conflagration of a World of Lust:
The Match whereat Hel-fire it self doth tynd:
The Heate that soonest turnes our Bloud to dust:
And (so I might not seem of bloudy Mind)
VVould's Braines were beaten out, as he is blind.

(99)

[The Tyrant loue, that martyrs stil the Mind]

The Tyrant loue, that martyrs stil the Mind,
VVe make a God, to which our Pens & Tongus
Do sacrifice their Labours, il assign'd;
And so ore-right the Author of our VVrongs:
Then, this Affections floud we ought to turne
Into the Channel of Celestial Loue;
Sith Angels swim stil in that blessed Boorn
(Leauder-like) to Grace by whom they moue!
VVhere Light of truth (the Land-mark) nere goes out,
And stil the Current runs as calm, as cleare:
Where no misfortunes Flawes, Feare needs to doubt:
Sith holy Loues smooth Floud, excludeth Feare:
This Loue alone, (did our Muse rightly sing)
Should be the Plaine-song of hir descanting.

(100)

[VVhy sing I then in this too louing Straine]

VVhy sing I then in this too louing Straine
When Loue, and I do so vnkindly iar?
This Vaine in me, may seem as light as vaine;
Who stil turnes Coward in Loues hottest War.
Besides, my state of Fortune, Body, Mind,
Are all aduerse to light Loues amity:
How is it then I am to loue so kind
As to seem subiect to his Empery?
The Canse is weak, though strong in strange Effects,
VVhich Men, how staid so ere, by Wind doth moue:
Some cal it Fame, that nought but Aire respects,
And, sooth to say, for It I sing of Loue:
And though they write best, that write what they feel
Yet, edgd by Fame, I fetch Fire out of Steele.

(101)

[Thus far may Speculation help a Wit]

Thus far may Speculation help a Wit
Vnapt for loue, to write of Loues estate:
Thus far can Art extend hir Benefit
Past Natures Bounds, in shew of Loue, or Hate.
These Loue-tricks are not myne, though mine they be
As they are thus drawne out in louing Lines:
These Passions are too weak to passion me,
Although my strength from ought to nought declines.
But whist my Muse, Hypocrisie is sin;
Make me not seem more holy then I am:
My Marrow-bones lie Flesh and Bloud within,
All which, by nature, burnes in Beauties Flame;
But, say I am, sith Grace to me is good,
Free from vnkind desires of Flesh and Bloud.

(102) Inuentions Life, Death, and Funerall.

Busie Inuention, whie art thou so dull
And yet still doing?
Are no Conceits ensconst within thy Scull
To helpe my woing?
Canst not, with Iudgments aide, once sally out
with Words of power
My Ladies dreaded Forces to disrout
and make way to her?
Or, can'st thou vse no Stratagem of Witt
That may entrappe her?
To yeeld vnto Conditions faire, as fitt
els loue enwrappe her?
Fy, fy, thou lin'st my hedd-peece to no end
Sith by thy Lyninge
I cannot, in Loues warres, my Witt defend
from foule declyning.
Doth Loue confound thee, that thy Founder is,
(Bewitcht Inuention?)
Can she which can but make thee pregnant, misse
of hir intention?
The powers of Witt cannot defend thee then
from Shames confusion;
But thou must die, with shame, and liue agen
By Hopes infusion.
Hope, hold my Hart, and Head; for, they are sick
Inuention dyeth:
Loue-sicke they are and neede an Emperick
which Loue denieth.
Inuention, now doth draw his latest breath
for comfort crying,
Hee dies, and yet, in dying, striues with Death
(To liue still dying!
Ring out his Knell, for now he quite is dead
Ding, dong, bell, well ronge!
Sing out a Dirge for now hee's buried
Farewell Hee, well songe!
This Epitath fix on his senslesse Head,
Here lies Inuention
That stood his louing Master in no steade
In Loues contention.
Yet, for his Soule (lest it should quite bee dam'd)
Some Dole bestow yee;
Giue my poore Witts (which he hath fowly sham'd)
what he doth owe me.
So, Mortus, et sepulcus now, he is,
Heau'n graunt his rising,
Bee not to vtter darknesse, but to Blisse
of highe Deuising.

(103)

[Die, die Forbidden Hopes, ô die]

Die, die Forbidden Hopes, ô die;
For, while you liue, in Death liue I:
Sith from Forbidden Hope
Death first had life; and scope,
(Ambitious hope, forbidden:)
Then, if thou liu'st, needes die I must;
For, Death doth liue in hope vniust:
Or at the least Dispaire,
Whereof Death is the Haire;
Then die, or still liue hidden.

(104)

[Now, to this Sea of Cittie-Common-wealth]

Now, to this Sea of Cittie-Common-wealth
(Lymittlesse London) am I come obscur'd;
Where twofold Plagues endanger may the health
Of Soule, and Bodie of the most securd:
The Bodies Plague's an Ill which God can do
For, is Ill in the Cirtie hee doth not?
But Synne (the Plague which doth the Soule vndo)
He cannot do, though how he well doth wott.
Then, now my Soule stand stiffly on thy guard
Sith many mortall Dangers thee surround
Lett Grace, thy guide, thy House still watch, & warde
To keepe thy Habitation cleane, as sound:
And, if thou canst, with Love, liue chastlie here
Angels will fetche thee hence when Plagues are neere.