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SONNETS OR MADRIGALS. With the Art of Poesie annexed thereunto by the same Author.
Non satis est pulchra esse Poemata, dulcia sunto,
Et quocunque volunt animum auditoris agunto.
Horatius in Lib. de arte Poetica.
Et quocunque volunt animum auditoris agunto.
Horatius in Lib. de arte Poetica.
Nec modus aut requies, nisi mors reperitur amantis,
Uerus amor nullum nouit habere modum.
Ouid.
Uerus amor nullum nouit habere modum.
Ouid.
Hei mihi, quòd nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.
Idem.
Idem.
TO THE WORSHIPFVLL HIS APPROUED brother Thomas Brathvvaite Esquire, the prosperity of times successe in this life, with the reward of eternitie in the world to come.
Vpon the dedication of the last Epistle.
After
this proeme, proeme, I may call it,
Came pensiue tidings to my Muses cell,
At which my Muse, in boundlesse wars empalled
Resolude to bid lasciuious rithms farewell.
Yet they inspite of me and of my Muse
Burst out against my will (as others vse.)
Came pensiue tidings to my Muses cell,
At which my Muse, in boundlesse wars empalled
Resolude to bid lasciuious rithms farewell.
Yet they inspite of me and of my Muse
Burst out against my will (as others vse.)
Then pardon me that could not vse mine owne,
In singing layes, when odes should best befit,
This was my first birth, which being riper growne,
Shall yeeld the blossomes of maturer wit.
Meane time receiue this poeme which I shew
Portraid in sable colours vnto you.
In singing layes, when odes should best befit,
This was my first birth, which being riper growne,
Shall yeeld the blossomes of maturer wit.
Meane time receiue this poeme which I shew
Portraid in sable colours vnto you.
The Authour to his disconsolate Brother.
Let
not mishap depriue you of that hope,
Which yeelds some relish to your discontent,
Ayme your affections at heauens glorious scope,
Whic showres downe comfort, when all comfort's spent.
Then rest secure, that power which you adore,
Will make your ioyes more full then ere before.
Which yeelds some relish to your discontent,
Ayme your affections at heauens glorious scope,
Whic showres downe comfort, when all comfort's spent.
Then rest secure, that power which you adore,
Will make your ioyes more full then ere before.
Let not the Sunne now shadowed with a cloud,
Make you suspect the Sunne will neuer shine,
That ill, which now seemes ill, may once proue good,
Time betters that, which was depraude by time.
Thus let my prayers, your teares concord in one,
To reape heau'ns comforts, when earths comfort's gone.
Make you suspect the Sunne will neuer shine,
That ill, which now seemes ill, may once proue good,
Time betters that, which was depraude by time.
Thus let my prayers, your teares concord in one,
To reape heau'ns comforts, when earths comfort's gone.
THE FIRST SONET OR MADRIGALL. No sooner doe I gaze vpon that face
No sooner doe I gaze vpon that face,
But rauisht with the beautie of thy cheeke,
Would thinke it were a Paradise to place,
Those vernant comforts, which each day ith weeke,
Are now renewd by singing Alcmons happe,
Vnder the Sunshine of thy vestall lappe.
But rauisht with the beautie of thy cheeke,
Would thinke it were a Paradise to place,
Those vernant comforts, which each day ith weeke,
Are now renewd by singing Alcmons happe,
Vnder the Sunshine of thy vestall lappe.
Whole weeks seeme minutes when I am with thee,
And yeares as howers doe vanish from my sight,
There is no pleasant note, no melodie,
That makes a lustre equall to that light,
Thy sparkling eies reflect more faire by farre,
Then radiant Phæbus in his Iuory carre.
And yeares as howers doe vanish from my sight,
There is no pleasant note, no melodie,
That makes a lustre equall to that light,
Thy sparkling eies reflect more faire by farre,
Then radiant Phæbus in his Iuory carre.
Those burnisht lockes, like Damons flocks appeare
Before the temple of refined loue,
And as the heards which shepheards vse to sheare,
Or like the smoth plumes of the turtle Doue.
Neer'st to a Doue thou art, and I will call
Thine heart, a Turtles heart that hath no gall.
Before the temple of refined loue,
And as the heards which shepheards vse to sheare,
Or like the smoth plumes of the turtle Doue.
Neer'st to a Doue thou art, and I will call
Thine heart, a Turtles heart that hath no gall.
That albone skinne more pure, more polished,
Then the faire tombe, wherein Prince Ninus lay,
Whose structure (faire) was neere demolished,
Deare, thou my mansion art, my life, my stay.
Therefore like Ziscoes skinnne, I will prepare
To sound Alarum in Antenors chaire.
Then the faire tombe, wherein Prince Ninus lay,
Whose structure (faire) was neere demolished,
Deare, thou my mansion art, my life, my stay.
Therefore like Ziscoes skinnne, I will prepare
To sound Alarum in Antenors chaire.
If those same nimble fingers, which thou hast,
That tune the warbling Lute so pretily,
Be but engript about thy tender waste,
O what a beautie shewes there presently?
Wilt thou beleeue me? there's no creature borne,
Whose beauteous outside, better gifts adorne.
That tune the warbling Lute so pretily,
Be but engript about thy tender waste,
O what a beautie shewes there presently?
Wilt thou beleeue me? there's no creature borne,
Whose beauteous outside, better gifts adorne.
I am no Merchant that will sell my breath,
Good wine needs not a bush to set it forth,
Yet I will praise thee euer, till pale death
Cut off the Poet of thy flowry youth,
I will enshrine thee in an hearse of time,
Which being made shall glad this heart of mine.
Good wine needs not a bush to set it forth,
Yet I will praise thee euer, till pale death
Cut off the Poet of thy flowry youth,
I will enshrine thee in an hearse of time,
Which being made shall glad this heart of mine.
I cannot sing, for I haue lost my voice,
With telling tales of loue, and Venus groue,
But yet drone-like ile buzze and make a noise
Of Cupids arrowes, Hyppodamias loue.
For I can keepe a measure with my teares,
And sighing still make sad the grauest eares.
With telling tales of loue, and Venus groue,
But yet drone-like ile buzze and make a noise
Of Cupids arrowes, Hyppodamias loue.
For I can keepe a measure with my teares,
And sighing still make sad the grauest eares.
Atlas three daughters, were beyond compare,
For Ægle was as faire, as faire could be,
And Arethusa was for beautie rare
Hesperitusa full as faire as she.
Yet these three daughters, if mine eye be true,
Seeme but as shadowes in respect of you.
For Ægle was as faire, as faire could be,
And Arethusa was for beautie rare
Hesperitusa full as faire as she.
Yet these three daughters, if mine eye be true,
Seeme but as shadowes in respect of you.
These three faire daughters kept a Garden sweete,
Wherein a serpent slept continually,
Which with a trembling fell before their feete,
As rauisht with their beauties Maiesty.
Thou keptst a garden (loue) more faire then they
Which for Alcydes were a worthy pray.
Wherein a serpent slept continually,
Which with a trembling fell before their feete,
As rauisht with their beauties Maiesty.
Thou keptst a garden (loue) more faire then they
Which for Alcydes were a worthy pray.
There be sweete fruits so mellow and so rare,
That dropping downe vpon their render twigs,
Oft times amongst the vallies they repaire
To decke with spangled dew their budding sprigs.
Beleeue me deare, that fruit which growes of thee,
Is interlaid with full varietie.
That dropping downe vpon their render twigs,
Oft times amongst the vallies they repaire
To decke with spangled dew their budding sprigs.
Beleeue me deare, that fruit which growes of thee,
Is interlaid with full varietie.
VVell were that Gardiner that enhedgde were,
VVithin the beds of that same rosarie,
No raggie bugbeares he should need to feare.
But were enthronde with pompe and maiestie.
And in a precious carknet of pure gold
Like to a chaine, might all his ioyes enfold.
VVithin the beds of that same rosarie,
No raggie bugbeares he should need to feare.
But were enthronde with pompe and maiestie.
And in a precious carknet of pure gold
Like to a chaine, might all his ioyes enfold.
Those pretie Daysies that spring on those bankes,
With little stalkes relisht with fragrant smels,
Giue to the Gods aboue continuall thanks,
That such a Gardnesse in their borders dwels.
For they are well assurde and oft haue said,
Whil'st thou lookst ore them, they can neuer fade.
With little stalkes relisht with fragrant smels,
Giue to the Gods aboue continuall thanks,
That such a Gardnesse in their borders dwels.
For they are well assurde and oft haue said,
Whil'st thou lookst ore them, they can neuer fade.
I could not talke of late, when thou appearde,
Yet glad I would haue beene to speake my minde,
And standing still, enclosde twixt hope and feare,
Within those lookes of thine I was confinde.
Yet willingly confinde, I must confesse
For all my throbbing senses shewd no lesse.
Yet glad I would haue beene to speake my minde,
And standing still, enclosde twixt hope and feare,
Within those lookes of thine I was confinde.
Yet willingly confinde, I must confesse
For all my throbbing senses shewd no lesse.
Well you may take it rudenesse in me then,
In that I could not couer, as others did,
But you must make a difference twixt such men,
As neuer were in loue, but wholy rid
Of all distempered passions, and of such
As cannot court by louing ouermuch.
In that I could not couer, as others did,
But you must make a difference twixt such men,
As neuer were in loue, but wholy rid
Of all distempered passions, and of such
As cannot court by louing ouermuch.
Neere could I see a perfect loue endure
To cogge, to flatter in his masters sight,
Loue is refinde, and is so passing pure,
That with a monster it will dare to fight.
It hates vaine complements, nor can agree
To glosing congies, or a bended knee.
To cogge, to flatter in his masters sight,
Loue is refinde, and is so passing pure,
That with a monster it will dare to fight.
It hates vaine complements, nor can agree
To glosing congies, or a bended knee.
I would not be a Pandor to my loue,
Least I should leese the fruits I oft haue sought,
I will not praise too much, lest I approue,
Mine owne vndoer, and to ruine brought,
Lament too late, that I should her commend,
Who by her praise, brought me to timelesse end.
Least I should leese the fruits I oft haue sought,
I will not praise too much, lest I approue,
Mine owne vndoer, and to ruine brought,
Lament too late, that I should her commend,
Who by her praise, brought me to timelesse end.
Therefore will I heere fixe my staffe and stay,
Least like Candaules while I praise my wife,
I shew a Gygas her, and he betray
My best lou'd loue, depriuing me of life.
I cannot laine, and yet I will not praise
That sacred shrine which consecrates my daies.
Least like Candaules while I praise my wife,
I shew a Gygas her, and he betray
My best lou'd loue, depriuing me of life.
I cannot laine, and yet I will not praise
That sacred shrine which consecrates my daies.
FINIS.
THE SECOND SONET. Pvh, fie, away I cannot brooke to kisse
Pvh, fie, away I cannot brooke to kisse,
For modest lips detest such wantonnesse,
Hold off those impure hands, whose onely blisse
Is fraughted with the poize of wickednesse.
Shake off these cankred thoughts, these apparitions,
These shittring dreames, & these lasciuious visions.
For modest lips detest such wantonnesse,
Hold off those impure hands, whose onely blisse
Is fraughted with the poize of wickednesse.
Shake off these cankred thoughts, these apparitions,
These shittring dreames, & these lasciuious visions.
Thou dreamde the other night, thy masters maske,
Was hid vnder the pillow of thy bed,
And when thou wakt thou presently did aske,
Whose vnchast hands did take it from thine head.
Fond gull beware of these conceits of thine,
Like characters of louser acts doe shine.
Was hid vnder the pillow of thy bed,
And when thou wakt thou presently did aske,
Whose vnchast hands did take it from thine head.
Fond gull beware of these conceits of thine,
Like characters of louser acts doe shine.
Endimion like with groueling in thy caue,
Thou sleptst of Satyres, Fauns, & mountaine gods
Loue is the part thy slumbring eielids craue,
Thou dream'st thou kist Diana in the woods,
Of steepe cliffie Pindust, out vpon the Asse,
Thou kist Diana where she neuer was.
Thou sleptst of Satyres, Fauns, & mountaine gods
Loue is the part thy slumbring eielids craue,
Thou dream'st thou kist Diana in the woods,
Of steepe cliffie Pindust, out vpon the Asse,
Thou kist Diana where she neuer was.
Thou dream'd of bugbeares, and opprest with feare,
Ranne to the pillow for to kill a fiend,
When (in good sooth) there nothing did appeare,
Yet from a shadow did thy soule defend.
Leaue off fond gull, no spirit thou canst finde,
Worse then the spirit of thy iealous minde.
Ranne to the pillow for to kill a fiend,
When (in good sooth) there nothing did appeare,
Yet from a shadow did thy soule defend.
Leaue off fond gull, no spirit thou canst finde,
Worse then the spirit of thy iealous minde.
Acteon was a coward to suppose
Each bush a Pandor to his beauteous wife,
And whilst vnto the shadie groues he goes,
He feares the ruine of his worthlesse life.
No care to iealous spirits there can be,
For iealous thoughts despaire of remedie.
Each bush a Pandor to his beauteous wife,
And whilst vnto the shadie groues he goes,
He feares the ruine of his worthlesse life.
No care to iealous spirits there can be,
For iealous thoughts despaire of remedie.
Nature hath plagude some with a iealous spirit,
And yet no cause giuen by his honored wife,
For iealous thoughts proceede not still from merit,
Surmisde coniectures breede intestine strife.
Reaping such things, as such minds do befit,
They lose the substance, and the shadow get.
And yet no cause giuen by his honored wife,
For iealous thoughts proceede not still from merit,
Surmisde coniectures breede intestine strife.
Reaping such things, as such minds do befit,
They lose the substance, and the shadow get.
Whenas desire of vaine and wanton loue,
Shewes as a Tyger, and triumphes in woe
Her tyrant hands she in her course doth proue,
And draweth on despaire where ere she goe,
For desperate loue appeareth oft in such,
As are besotted with louing ouermuch.
Shewes as a Tyger, and triumphes in woe
Her tyrant hands she in her course doth proue,
And draweth on despaire where ere she goe,
For desperate loue appeareth oft in such,
As are besotted with louing ouermuch.
But well I know the portraie of thy mind,
Thou lou'st, and art bewitcht with iealousie,
And if a sillie Mouse thou chance to finde,
Within thy chamber, thy impatiencie.
Sweares it hath cuckold thee, and in despaire,
Protests the child she hath is not thine heire.
Thou lou'st, and art bewitcht with iealousie,
And if a sillie Mouse thou chance to finde,
Within thy chamber, thy impatiencie.
Sweares it hath cuckold thee, and in despaire,
Protests the child she hath is not thine heire.
Wherefore should bushes so affright braue men,
That are endewd with wit and dignitie,
How should a Momus portraie with his pen,
Their iealous thoughts, and their impietie?
Beleeue me friend, no viper worse I finde,
Then the ranke poyson of a iealous minde.
That are endewd with wit and dignitie,
How should a Momus portraie with his pen,
Their iealous thoughts, and their impietie?
Beleeue me friend, no viper worse I finde,
Then the ranke poyson of a iealous minde.
The Macedons were more discreete then they,
Who suffred all haue publike liberty,
And to repaire vnto their house each day,
For to supply their imbecility.
I cannot chuse but count that man a gull,
That thinks his Pasyphae needs euery Bull.
Who suffred all haue publike liberty,
And to repaire vnto their house each day,
For to supply their imbecility.
I cannot chuse but count that man a gull,
That thinks his Pasyphae needs euery Bull.
I cannot chuse, but sore condemne that man,
That soothes his pleasure in a vaile of teares,
And blots the current of his glorious name,
By suppositions, and pretended pheres.
Honour thy wife, for she is chaste and pure,
Conceiue but chastly of her, rest secure.
That soothes his pleasure in a vaile of teares,
And blots the current of his glorious name,
By suppositions, and pretended pheres.
Honour thy wife, for she is chaste and pure,
Conceiue but chastly of her, rest secure.
I am thy friend in counsell and must tell,
Thy follies erre, and wander farre amisse,
For iealous thoughts runne posting hast to hell,
Ne're are partakers of an heauenly blisse.
Remember well, let iealous thoughts depart,
Least Queene of chast desires frame thee an hart.
Thy follies erre, and wander farre amisse,
For iealous thoughts runne posting hast to hell,
Ne're are partakers of an heauenly blisse.
Remember well, let iealous thoughts depart,
Least Queene of chast desires frame thee an hart.
And then still grazing in the shadie groue,
Repent thy foolish and mishapt suspicion,
Which did coniecture false of such a loue,
Grounding a truth out of an apparition.
Can tell this vaine forgde deed, and then prepare,
More honourd thoughts t'extenuate thy care.
Repent thy foolish and mishapt suspicion,
Which did coniecture false of such a loue,
Grounding a truth out of an apparition.
Can tell this vaine forgde deed, and then prepare,
More honourd thoughts t'extenuate thy care.
Ile leaue thee thus, and if thou doe remaine,
In thine ill formd suggestions then be sure,
There's punishing Gods, that will in lieu of gaine,
Enthrall thy soule in depth, ere to endure.
Emprisned fast with chaines of slauerie,
Condigne reward for vntunde iealousie.
In thine ill formd suggestions then be sure,
There's punishing Gods, that will in lieu of gaine,
Enthrall thy soule in depth, ere to endure.
Emprisned fast with chaines of slauerie,
Condigne reward for vntunde iealousie.
Haplesse is he who so regards his name,
That he redoubles it with infamie,
Vnfortunate that doth impaire the same,
And shewes his thoughts by harsh tunde iealousie.
Iuno can looke vpon her husband Ioue,
To know, why he faire Io so should loue?
That he redoubles it with infamie,
Vnfortunate that doth impaire the same,
And shewes his thoughts by harsh tunde iealousie.
Iuno can looke vpon her husband Ioue,
To know, why he faire Io so should loue?
I haue knowne many in regard of time,
Shew discontent, to see their wiues partake,
Of popular aspect, and to repine
To loue a friend, not for her husband sake,
But none I euer knew, or ere shall know,
That for true loue will seeme besotted so.
Shew discontent, to see their wiues partake,
Of popular aspect, and to repine
To loue a friend, not for her husband sake,
But none I euer knew, or ere shall know,
That for true loue will seeme besotted so.
When Collatine did giue his signet ring,
Vnto young Sextus void of any ill,
He safe content, within his tent did sing
Deuoted to his chast Lucretiaes will,
Worthie was he of such a beauteous mate,
That could so well discerne of his estate.
Vnto young Sextus void of any ill,
He safe content, within his tent did sing
Deuoted to his chast Lucretiaes will,
Worthie was he of such a beauteous mate,
That could so well discerne of his estate.
He had a pearle, and he did esteeme it,
Not like vaine trash floting with euery winde,
For like a Phœnix vpon earth did deeme it,
Contented well with Iewell of his mind.
Thou hast as faire a gemme as ere had he,
VVhy should thou then affect such iealousie?
Not like vaine trash floting with euery winde,
For like a Phœnix vpon earth did deeme it,
Contented well with Iewell of his mind.
Thou hast as faire a gemme as ere had he,
VVhy should thou then affect such iealousie?
FINIS.
THE THIRD SONET. Pvh, well I know thee, thou loues publike gaine
Pvh, well I know thee, thou loues publike gaine,
And therefore I desire thy wanton face,
I will not reape an haruest of such paine,
Since thou descended art of Lais race.
I cannot loue thee, for thy taste seemes sower,
VVho reapes vnhonest gaine, approues an hower.
And therefore I desire thy wanton face,
I will not reape an haruest of such paine,
Since thou descended art of Lais race.
I cannot loue thee, for thy taste seemes sower,
VVho reapes vnhonest gaine, approues an hower.
I will not talke of what thy life hath beene,
For well it may be thou was once conuerted,
But now it seemes thou art transformed cleane
Thy thoughts and all thy purposes peruerted.
Thou lou'd the Church once, and didst God adore,
But now forsakest him: thou lou'd before.
For well it may be thou was once conuerted,
But now it seemes thou art transformed cleane
Thy thoughts and all thy purposes peruerted.
Thou lou'd the Church once, and didst God adore,
But now forsakest him: thou lou'd before.
Fie on the visard, Lamia of sinne,
Thou horrid Ghost compast of wickednesse,
Faire though thou be without, thou art foule within,
Concoct of nought, but dregs of sluttishnesse.
That ribband which thou wearst hung at thine eare,
Shew what confusion in thy thoughts appeare.
Thou horrid Ghost compast of wickednesse,
Faire though thou be without, thou art foule within,
Concoct of nought, but dregs of sluttishnesse.
That ribband which thou wearst hung at thine eare,
Shew what confusion in thy thoughts appeare.
Hoy-day, what may-game haue we heere in hand?
Women with men, and men as wantonly?
Vnto their tackling constantly doe stand,
Rebounding vice with vice successiuely.
I will not say, what here is to be done,
But maids seeme not præcise in being won.
Women with men, and men as wantonly?
Vnto their tackling constantly doe stand,
Rebounding vice with vice successiuely.
I will not say, what here is to be done,
But maids seeme not præcise in being won.
I cannot chuse but blush at such vaine words,
As curious passions birle to their loues,
But knowing what discourse vaine loue affords,
Amongst the shades of Ericinas groues.
I doe not wonder, eares attention len.
For maids must needs make strange in kissing men.
As curious passions birle to their loues,
But knowing what discourse vaine loue affords,
Amongst the shades of Ericinas groues.
I doe not wonder, eares attention len.
For maids must needs make strange in kissing men.
If forrest Oeta where Alcydes dide,
And all the trees within that forrest wilde,
And all the starres, on Moone light nights descride,
And all the grasse piles within earth compilde,
Were metamorphosde to maids beauteous shape,
I should suspect them (minion) for thy sake.
And all the trees within that forrest wilde,
And all the starres, on Moone light nights descride,
And all the grasse piles within earth compilde,
Were metamorphosde to maids beauteous shape,
I should suspect them (minion) for thy sake.
The Gods themselues haue had enough of beauty,
Uenus is spotlesse, yet she hath a mole,
In tendring not to Vulcan natiue dutie,
Breathing with Mars, whilst Uulcan with his cole.
Fie on that face that hauing beauteous lookes,
Enchaines desires in two lasciuious hookes.
Uenus is spotlesse, yet she hath a mole,
In tendring not to Vulcan natiue dutie,
Breathing with Mars, whilst Uulcan with his cole.
Fie on that face that hauing beauteous lookes,
Enchaines desires in two lasciuious hookes.
Runne to the Romane Brothell, not to mee,
For I detest thy common infamy,
The Vestall Nunnes wil not to lust agree,
For they inuested are with puritie.
Couer that wanton face ore with a maske,
Since dregs for wine, be mixed in that caske.
For I detest thy common infamy,
The Vestall Nunnes wil not to lust agree,
For they inuested are with puritie.
Couer that wanton face ore with a maske,
Since dregs for wine, be mixed in that caske.
Thou art created to another end,
Then to make prostitute those parts of thine,
Those eares of thine which doe attention lend,
Vnto each gallant mate opprest with wine.
For wine makes men besorted so with thee,
Or without doubt, bewitcht they could not bee.
Then to make prostitute those parts of thine,
Those eares of thine which doe attention lend,
Vnto each gallant mate opprest with wine.
For wine makes men besorted so with thee,
Or without doubt, bewitcht they could not bee.
When Nature gaue to thee two eyes, two armes,
Two eares, two legs, two breathing nosethrils wide,
She did ordaine by two, to cure all harmes,
VVhich might occurre vnto the rest beside,
Yet she did but create one heart, one minde,
To which at first, chaste thoughts she did assigne.
Two eares, two legs, two breathing nosethrils wide,
She did ordaine by two, to cure all harmes,
VVhich might occurre vnto the rest beside,
Yet she did but create one heart, one minde,
To which at first, chaste thoughts she did assigne.
One soule is fit, and that desires to dwell
In heau'ns eternall rest, whose purity
Might best befit it: to denounce and tell,
The wondrous works of Gods diuinity.
Then fie for shame, one gemme must needs remaine,
VVhich is so precious without mole or staine.
In heau'ns eternall rest, whose purity
Might best befit it: to denounce and tell,
The wondrous works of Gods diuinity.
Then fie for shame, one gemme must needs remaine,
VVhich is so precious without mole or staine.
This gemme though darkned by a wilfull Eue,
Yet its renewed by Christs gracious loue,
By her originall, our Lord we grieue,
By him we seeme vnspotted as a Doue.
For by his wounds are we to safegard brought,
And much esteemd, that erst appeared nought.
Yet its renewed by Christs gracious loue,
By her originall, our Lord we grieue,
By him we seeme vnspotted as a Doue.
For by his wounds are we to safegard brought,
And much esteemd, that erst appeared nought.
Rest thee vpon this Anchor suredly,
And here repose thee on thy Sauiours crosse,
Flie lustfull thoughts which lackie miserie,
Thy pleasure cannot counteruaile thy losse.
God hath ordaind thou shouldst suruiue with him,
Not to defile thy precious soule with sinne.
And here repose thee on thy Sauiours crosse,
Flie lustfull thoughts which lackie miserie,
Thy pleasure cannot counteruaile thy losse.
God hath ordaind thou shouldst suruiue with him,
Not to defile thy precious soule with sinne.
That soule composde of sacred harmony,
Rarer then that Acteon first inuented,
Not of that horrid, iltunde paritie
To which old Orpheus in hell first consented.
VVhen he his wife attaind by Musicks straine,
That did long time before in hell remaine.
Rarer then that Acteon first inuented,
Not of that horrid, iltunde paritie
To which old Orpheus in hell first consented.
VVhen he his wife attaind by Musicks straine,
That did long time before in hell remaine.
Concord befitteth best the rarest wits,
And what tune rather then a quiet minde?
Immortall things immortall minds befit,
Affecting that which first was her assignde.
Solace thy chastest minde deckt gloriously,
VVith present health, and future dignity.
And what tune rather then a quiet minde?
Immortall things immortall minds befit,
Affecting that which first was her assignde.
Solace thy chastest minde deckt gloriously,
VVith present health, and future dignity.
Arcadian shepheards, borne of meane degree,
VVill not so passe their time, but in regard,
Of times content, and minds tranquilitie
Obtaine that prize which may not be comparde
VVith terrene drosse, more vile then brittle clay,
VVhich one howers sicknesse soone can take away.
VVill not so passe their time, but in regard,
Of times content, and minds tranquilitie
Obtaine that prize which may not be comparde
VVith terrene drosse, more vile then brittle clay,
VVhich one howers sicknesse soone can take away.
Doest thou tricke vp that vessell made of earth,
For to allure fond men vnto thy will?
I tell thee beauty, it is little worth.
VVhen death shall tinckle out her passing bell.
Oh then how good thou art, and not how faire,
VVith dreadfull sights, thou art demanded there.
For to allure fond men vnto thy will?
I tell thee beauty, it is little worth.
VVhen death shall tinckle out her passing bell.
Oh then how good thou art, and not how faire,
VVith dreadfull sights, thou art demanded there.
Oh fie vpon the vizard, baite of sinne,
Pawne not thy credite in a brothell house,
For how canst thou reward of Sion win,
That doest thy soule by misdemeanour lose.
Repaire vnto the temple of that king,
VVhose powerfull might conserueth euery thing.
Pawne not thy credite in a brothell house,
For how canst thou reward of Sion win,
That doest thy soule by misdemeanour lose.
Repaire vnto the temple of that king,
VVhose powerfull might conserueth euery thing.
If I haue any thing preuailde with thee,
To change the horrour of thy mispent time,
Thanke not the Poet, but that deitie,
VVho is the Author both of me and mine.
For whatsoere I haue, I must confesse,
Proceedeth from his gracious prouidence.
To change the horrour of thy mispent time,
Thanke not the Poet, but that deitie,
VVho is the Author both of me and mine.
For whatsoere I haue, I must confesse,
Proceedeth from his gracious prouidence.
THE FOVRTH SONET. Doest thou so fondly loue, and art not lou'de
Doest thou so fondly loue, and art not lou'de,
In louing those, who little care for thee?
If that thy fancie haue such fruites approu'de,
I scorne to match with such imparity.
For wel I know a Prince may loue for lust,
Those eyes of thine, and then returne to dust.
In louing those, who little care for thee?
If that thy fancie haue such fruites approu'de,
I scorne to match with such imparity.
For wel I know a Prince may loue for lust,
Those eyes of thine, and then returne to dust.
If Rosamond had euer bene an hower,
Nere bene interred in her bed of earth,
If she had euer kept such vitall power.
As to smell sweet with her mellifluous breath.
She had bene well excusde to chuse that state,
Which should be neere ecclipsde by mortall date.
Nere bene interred in her bed of earth,
If she had euer kept such vitall power.
As to smell sweet with her mellifluous breath.
She had bene well excusde to chuse that state,
Which should be neere ecclipsde by mortall date.
But she poore wench did flourish for a while,
Cropt in the primrose of her wantonnesse,
And she that did the noblest thoughts beguile,
is now conuerted into rottennesse.
Thus doe we finde the truth of euery thing,
Sinne is a sinne euen in the noblest king.
Cropt in the primrose of her wantonnesse,
And she that did the noblest thoughts beguile,
is now conuerted into rottennesse.
Thus doe we finde the truth of euery thing,
Sinne is a sinne euen in the noblest king.
For there is nought can be esteemed so,
Depraude, deformde, as to apologize,
A sinne actde by a Prince, but hence this woe,
Appeares in Poets which doe temporize.
I will not sooth a Monarch for his crowne,
But I must tell him, sinne will throw him downe.
Depraude, deformde, as to apologize,
A sinne actde by a Prince, but hence this woe,
Appeares in Poets which doe temporize.
I will not sooth a Monarch for his crowne,
But I must tell him, sinne will throw him downe.
Plutarch saith well, that he that bridle can
His fond affections, is halfe vertuous,
But he that's wholy firme's an honest man,
His minde remaines certaine not impious,
Not tost with tempests of each breathing winde
But as a mirrour of a constant minde.
His fond affections, is halfe vertuous,
But he that's wholy firme's an honest man,
His minde remaines certaine not impious,
Not tost with tempests of each breathing winde
But as a mirrour of a constant minde.
Hard things are pleasant, and those things appeare,
To be the best, which be the hardliest won,
Then if repressing of fond lust thou feare,
To be too hard, yet being once begun.
A better relish it will yeeld to thee,
Then treasure had in great varietie.
To be the best, which be the hardliest won,
Then if repressing of fond lust thou feare,
To be too hard, yet being once begun.
A better relish it will yeeld to thee,
Then treasure had in great varietie.
One that should passe the Alpes, and hauing done,
Reposing him vpon some harbour low,
Considers with what perill he begun,
And numbring them discursiuely in row,
Cannot but ioyfully be glad of this,
That he hath ended what his heart did wish.
Reposing him vpon some harbour low,
Considers with what perill he begun,
And numbring them discursiuely in row,
Cannot but ioyfully be glad of this,
That he hath ended what his heart did wish.
How oft would he lie groueling on the ground,
And in a descant or his sweete repose,
With ioyfull mirth and pleasure would abound,
To haue transfreted such a Sea of woes.
And by recounting how he earst did creepe
Aboue those cliffes, he would fall fast asleepe.
And in a descant or his sweete repose,
With ioyfull mirth and pleasure would abound,
To haue transfreted such a Sea of woes.
And by recounting how he earst did creepe
Aboue those cliffes, he would fall fast asleepe.
So thou obtaining this so hard a taske,
Must needs be ioyfull in the victory,
To haue pure liquor in a purer caske,
Which might redound to minds felicitie.
And that same caske, that vessell thou doest beare,
Should haue a crowne of glory, doe not feare.
Must needs be ioyfull in the victory,
To haue pure liquor in a purer caske,
Which might redound to minds felicitie.
And that same caske, that vessell thou doest beare,
Should haue a crowne of glory, doe not feare.
Loue not too high estates, for theyle despise
Thy poore estate brought downe to beggery,
Ayme at the lower rank (if thou be wise)
For theyle acknowledge thy supremacie.
Yet in my minde there's nought can equall that,
To condescend vnto an equall state.
Thy poore estate brought downe to beggery,
Ayme at the lower rank (if thou be wise)
For theyle acknowledge thy supremacie.
Yet in my minde there's nought can equall that,
To condescend vnto an equall state.
Neither can boast of birth or parentage,
Neither can brag of their too high estate,
But passe their daies of wofull pilgrimage,
With like to like, the begger with his mate.
Irus though he be poore, yet rich in this,
Irus a begger, may a begger kisse.
Neither can brag of their too high estate,
But passe their daies of wofull pilgrimage,
With like to like, the begger with his mate.
Irus though he be poore, yet rich in this,
Irus a begger, may a begger kisse.
THE FIFTH SONET. Thou lou'st for beautie, not for Vertue sake
Thou lou'st for beautie, not for Vertue sake,
Fie on thee therefore, that hast reasons lore,
And yet canst not discern of such a make,
As being vertuous, thou nede haue no more.
This I haue knowne, and ere approu'd I finde,
None equals her, that hath a vertuous minde.
Fie on thee therefore, that hast reasons lore,
And yet canst not discern of such a make,
As being vertuous, thou nede haue no more.
This I haue knowne, and ere approu'd I finde,
None equals her, that hath a vertuous minde.
Thou mak'st description of each seuerall part,
Her Iuory browes, and eke her rosie cheeks,
But how canst thou describe frame of her heart,
If all the minutes were turnd into weeks.
And well I know there is no ioynt, no part,
Can be compar'd vnto a sincere heart.
Her Iuory browes, and eke her rosie cheeks,
But how canst thou describe frame of her heart,
If all the minutes were turnd into weeks.
And well I know there is no ioynt, no part,
Can be compar'd vnto a sincere heart.
If Uenus had her mole, thou mayst be sure,
Thine hath her blemish, full as foule as she,
If Uenus beautie could not ere endure,
Presume not thine to haue eternity.
Thine (though as faire) yet if she draw a breath,
Stopt, she will tell me, there ensueth death.
Thine hath her blemish, full as foule as she,
If Uenus beautie could not ere endure,
Presume not thine to haue eternity.
Thine (though as faire) yet if she draw a breath,
Stopt, she will tell me, there ensueth death.
Was not chast Lucrece much respected euer,
As faire, as vertuous, second was to none?
Yet rauished by Sextus, she had leuer
Die in despaire, thou liuing make her mone
Of that abuse young Sextus had atchieude.
Which aboue all compare her heart had grieude.
As faire, as vertuous, second was to none?
Yet rauished by Sextus, she had leuer
Die in despaire, thou liuing make her mone
Of that abuse young Sextus had atchieude.
Which aboue all compare her heart had grieude.
Happie was Collatine of such a wife,
So faire, and yet so vertuously inclinde,
With such to liue it were an happie life,
Enioying aye the state of quiet minde,
Yet Collatine vnhappie was in this,
He was depriude of such celestiall blisse.
So faire, and yet so vertuously inclinde,
With such to liue it were an happie life,
Enioying aye the state of quiet minde,
Yet Collatine vnhappie was in this,
He was depriude of such celestiall blisse.
Hero I must confesse lou'de constantly,
And young Leander was as firme as she,
Though he be drownd, yet he gets memory
Of constant loue, loues perpetuity.
And Hero she seeing Leander swim,
Loue sicke (poore wench) she thought to follow him.
And young Leander was as firme as she,
Though he be drownd, yet he gets memory
Of constant loue, loues perpetuity.
And Hero she seeing Leander swim,
Loue sicke (poore wench) she thought to follow him.
But these were borne in Saturnes golden time,
The like we finde not now, for they be rare,
Black Swans, white Moores they liue not in this clime
Our Sexes breath a more inconstant ayre,
And so despairing, I haue knowne of late,
By louing much their loue grew desperate.
The like we finde not now, for they be rare,
Black Swans, white Moores they liue not in this clime
Our Sexes breath a more inconstant ayre,
And so despairing, I haue knowne of late,
By louing much their loue grew desperate.
I will not make particular discourse,
For that seemes odious in each curious eye,
I hope a generall vse will be of force,
To moue iudicious men to pietie.
This I must tell them, beauteous locks of couer
A mishapte soule, a little vernisht ouer.
For that seemes odious in each curious eye,
I hope a generall vse will be of force,
To moue iudicious men to pietie.
This I must tell them, beauteous locks of couer
A mishapte soule, a little vernisht ouer.
Will any man seeme such an idle swaine,
As to bestow more money on the case,
Then on the instrument it doth containe,
More on the maske then odors for the face?
Beleeue me friend that man cannot be wise,
That is besotted with a paire of eyes.
As to bestow more money on the case,
Then on the instrument it doth containe,
More on the maske then odors for the face?
Beleeue me friend that man cannot be wise,
That is besotted with a paire of eyes.
I haue knowne some more humerous then wise,
Who in fantastick foolish apparitions,
Seeing a woman maskt all but her eyes,
Fell into such distresse and such distractions.
That he could stay in no place (foolish Asse)
Till he perceiu'd how faire that Mistresse was.
Who in fantastick foolish apparitions,
Seeing a woman maskt all but her eyes,
Fell into such distresse and such distractions.
That he could stay in no place (foolish Asse)
Till he perceiu'd how faire that Mistresse was.
I haue knowne some besotted with a voyce,
could not containe themselues, till they did see,
The worthlesse Author of that warbling noise
Or what sweete Syren that should seeme to be.
And hauing seene her, whom he wisht to know,
Shee seemde a Saint aboue a friend below.
could not containe themselues, till they did see,
The worthlesse Author of that warbling noise
Or what sweete Syren that should seeme to be.
And hauing seene her, whom he wisht to know,
Shee seemde a Saint aboue a friend below.
Fie on that Larua, or that bugbeares face,
That cerusleth her skin so gaudily,
And puppet-like trippeth in euery place,
With nimble pace shewes her actiuitie.
And so addrest to fond Ardelios action,
By casting gloues and fauors moueth faction.
That cerusleth her skin so gaudily,
And puppet-like trippeth in euery place,
With nimble pace shewes her actiuitie.
And so addrest to fond Ardelios action,
By casting gloues and fauors moueth faction.
FINIS.
THE SIXTH SONET. Where mine heart is, there doth my life abide
Where mine heart is, there doth my life abide
Mine hart remains with thee, & wherfore then
Should suruiue in any place beside,
But where thou dwel'st? best harbour to such men,
As dote on thy affection, friend to such
As are distrest by louing ouermuch.
Mine hart remains with thee, & wherfore then
Should suruiue in any place beside,
But where thou dwel'st? best harbour to such men,
As dote on thy affection, friend to such
As are distrest by louing ouermuch.
Can I describe with characters of worth,
Those worthy parts of thine so amorous?
Faire in thy habit, borne of royall birth,
Blest ere be they that are thought gracious
In the faire aspect of that shining eye,
On whose bright lustre all things doe relie.
Those worthy parts of thine so amorous?
Faire in thy habit, borne of royall birth,
Blest ere be they that are thought gracious
In the faire aspect of that shining eye,
On whose bright lustre all things doe relie.
When statues are erected to adore
Those persons, which the statues represented,
Why should not I doe this for thee and more,
With whom my mind in one hath still consented.
Honour of women faire beyond compare
The earth were blest, if many such there were.
Those persons, which the statues represented,
Why should not I doe this for thee and more,
With whom my mind in one hath still consented.
Honour of women faire beyond compare
The earth were blest, if many such there were.
Statues I will erect to honour thee,
And euery day will I resort vnto them,
And passe the morne with ioyfull harmonie,
Whilst I doe consecrate my vowes vnto them.
And hauing talkt enough I will betake,
My selfe to kisse thy picture for thy sake.
And euery day will I resort vnto them,
And passe the morne with ioyfull harmonie,
Whilst I doe consecrate my vowes vnto them.
And hauing talkt enough I will betake,
My selfe to kisse thy picture for thy sake.
For if Pigmalion doted so on shrines?
Why should not I. that haue a fairer loue
Then ere Pigmalion had? whose loue combines
Mine heart in thrall, that it can nere remoue,
For the straite durance which she hath possest
In her, by whom my mind is euer blest.
Why should not I. that haue a fairer loue
Then ere Pigmalion had? whose loue combines
Mine heart in thrall, that it can nere remoue,
For the straite durance which she hath possest
In her, by whom my mind is euer blest.
If fond Protagoras did so conceiue
Of senselesse stones, that could not moue nor feele
For to enioy an happinesse, I haue
More happinesse then stones, their haps conceale.
I clad in blisse which euer will endure,
A strong foundation, and munition sure.
Of senselesse stones, that could not moue nor feele
For to enioy an happinesse, I haue
More happinesse then stones, their haps conceale.
I clad in blisse which euer will endure,
A strong foundation, and munition sure.
They cannot shew the fruits of their repose,
But I most happy, for I know mine hap,
They scarce discerne from whenc their fortune flowes
But I perceiue me happie in her lap.
My Erycina doth relieue my sheepe,
Whilst quietly I lie me downe and sleepe.
But I most happy, for I know mine hap,
They scarce discerne from whenc their fortune flowes
But I perceiue me happie in her lap.
My Erycina doth relieue my sheepe,
Whilst quietly I lie me downe and sleepe.
Vnder a myrtle shade or Iuie bush,
Whilst I make couert to my wearied head,
I am delighted with the sweete tun'de Thrash,
Whilst she vpon the Iuie berries feeds.
And being thus annointed with full pleasure,
I hoord me heaps of gold, and Indian treasure.
Whilst I make couert to my wearied head,
I am delighted with the sweete tun'de Thrash,
Whilst she vpon the Iuie berries feeds.
And being thus annointed with full pleasure,
I hoord me heaps of gold, and Indian treasure.
This gold is not such treasure as we reade,
That Q. Cepio Consul tooke away
From the Tolosan Temple, which did breede
Destruction to all them receiude that pray.
Nor its no Seian horse by which we finde,
Be signifide calamities of minde.
That Q. Cepio Consul tooke away
From the Tolosan Temple, which did breede
Destruction to all them receiude that pray.
Nor its no Seian horse by which we finde,
Be signifide calamities of minde.
This is as pleasant and as full of mirth,
As the Corbona of the Iewish Temple,
But farre more gracious: its not got by stelth,
For that were proeme to a worse example.
These gifts, this gem prince Aquiloes excels,
For these be pearles, his were cockle shels.
As the Corbona of the Iewish Temple,
But farre more gracious: its not got by stelth,
For that were proeme to a worse example.
These gifts, this gem prince Aquiloes excels,
For these be pearles, his were cockle shels.
I cannot speake enough, there for to blame,
To praise in part, and not commend in all,
But its a praise enough, to tell thy name.
Faire Erycina gyrt with Hymens pall.
And all the Nimphes with chaplets cropt for thee
Shall decke the nuptiall triumphes gorgiously.
To praise in part, and not commend in all,
But its a praise enough, to tell thy name.
Faire Erycina gyrt with Hymens pall.
And all the Nimphes with chaplets cropt for thee
Shall decke the nuptiall triumphes gorgiously.
Faine would I see the day, each houre a yeare,
Each minute is an houre, till I enioy,
That beauteous face of thine, when wilt appeare
To relish forepast sorrow and annoy?
Where couching low in beds of Iuorie.
Wele bandie kisses with loues harmonie.
Each minute is an houre, till I enioy,
That beauteous face of thine, when wilt appeare
To relish forepast sorrow and annoy?
Where couching low in beds of Iuorie.
Wele bandie kisses with loues harmonie.
I checke my selfe that I should so delaie,
The vernant spring time of our happinesse,
Fearing least whil'st our times doe passe away,
Pale death engripe my bones with wretchednesse.
Let vs not put off time, but vse our time,
And let thy sacred vow confirme the mine.
The vernant spring time of our happinesse,
Fearing least whil'st our times doe passe away,
Pale death engripe my bones with wretchednesse.
Let vs not put off time, but vse our time,
And let thy sacred vow confirme the mine.
Sweete vpon better and more ripe aduice,
Let me appoint a time of greater hast,
Our loue will grow chil-cold, if we be nice
And will not loue, till fruite of loue be past,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what delight,
To hate the day, and yet to loue the night.
Let me appoint a time of greater hast,
Our loue will grow chil-cold, if we be nice
And will not loue, till fruite of loue be past,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what delight,
To hate the day, and yet to loue the night.
The day and sunshine of my life is spent,
And now the night-shade of my life drawes on,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what content
In winter nights (poore soule) to lie alone?
And yet it better is to lie alone,
Then lie with him, whose vitall heate is gone.
And now the night-shade of my life drawes on,
What comfort canst thou haue, or what content
In winter nights (poore soule) to lie alone?
And yet it better is to lie alone,
Then lie with him, whose vitall heate is gone.
If ere the spring time of my younger grouth,
Could moue thy nimble armes to compasse me,
If ere the prelude of my flowrie youth,
Could be a meanes for to sollicit thee?
Take time while time is, let not ioyes bereft thee,
Some wanton bloomes at lest of youth are left me.
Could moue thy nimble armes to compasse me,
If ere the prelude of my flowrie youth,
Could be a meanes for to sollicit thee?
Take time while time is, let not ioyes bereft thee,
Some wanton bloomes at lest of youth are left me.
And though I haue not such perfection in me,
For many furrowes in mine aged brow,
Yet these same furrowes may experience show thee
What wanton youth in time could neuer shew.
Those many winters that haue made me old,
Shall learne thee more then parents euer told.
For many furrowes in mine aged brow,
Yet these same furrowes may experience show thee
What wanton youth in time could neuer shew.
Those many winters that haue made me old,
Shall learne thee more then parents euer told.
Do not contemne me for my hoary lockes,
For they are beauteous, full of comelinesse,
And as the Goats that feede vpon the rockes,
Whose beard doe much adorne their raggednesse.
This beard, thou seest oreclad with hoary haire,
Is comely (loue) though not so passing faire.
For they are beauteous, full of comelinesse,
And as the Goats that feede vpon the rockes,
Whose beard doe much adorne their raggednesse.
This beard, thou seest oreclad with hoary haire,
Is comely (loue) though not so passing faire.
How well seemes hoary frost vpon greene grasse?
Flowers interlaid with winters gabard me,
Nought can endure for aye that euer was,
Clouds ouercast those beames which erst did shine.
Greene grasse with hoary frost doe well agree,
So would these hoary locks of mine with thee.
Flowers interlaid with winters gabard me,
Nought can endure for aye that euer was,
Clouds ouercast those beames which erst did shine.
Greene grasse with hoary frost doe well agree,
So would these hoary locks of mine with thee.
But thou doest feare I haue an old mans minde,
I will be iealous of thy beauty deare,
Doe not thinke so, thou shalt more honour finde,
In these same Armes of mine, thou needst not feare
I will be constant, for no iealous thought
Shall ere perswade my minde that thou art nought.
I will be iealous of thy beauty deare,
Doe not thinke so, thou shalt more honour finde,
In these same Armes of mine, thou needst not feare
I will be constant, for no iealous thought
Shall ere perswade my minde that thou art nought.
Ile leaue thee (Deere) I hope thou wilt conceiue,
A better satisfaction of my loue,
Or else be sure thy frowne shall dig my graue,
Which will beare record in the court aboue.
How being lou'd, yet would not loue againe,
Hast causde my Ghost reuiued to complaine.
A better satisfaction of my loue,
Or else be sure thy frowne shall dig my graue,
Which will beare record in the court aboue.
How being lou'd, yet would not loue againe,
Hast causde my Ghost reuiued to complaine.
FINIS.
THE SEVENTH SONET. Thou lou'st me but for want of other loues
Thou lou'st me but for want of other loues,
And shew'st affection, not for any worth,
Thou see'st in me, but in that thou approues
A wanton smile in me, a straine of mirth.
I should receiue thy loue more willingly.
If thou approude me for my constancie.
And shew'st affection, not for any worth,
Thou see'st in me, but in that thou approues
A wanton smile in me, a straine of mirth.
I should receiue thy loue more willingly.
If thou approude me for my constancie.
Thou shalt not finde me wauering or vnkinde,
But though distressde with want and penurie,
More constant thoughts in me thou ere shalt finde,
Then in ech wauering bubbles vanitie,
I will remaine as firme, my deere to thee,
As to Ulysses was Penelope.
But though distressde with want and penurie,
More constant thoughts in me thou ere shalt finde,
Then in ech wauering bubbles vanitie,
I will remaine as firme, my deere to thee,
As to Ulysses was Penelope.
Thou shalt not doubt of my distrust in loue,
For I approue no man so much as thee,
And as the Turtle with her Turtle Doue,
So thou shalt finde the like equalitie.
Beleeue me deere, if euer loue was true,
Confirmd it shall be in my louing you.
For I approue no man so much as thee,
And as the Turtle with her Turtle Doue,
So thou shalt finde the like equalitie.
Beleeue me deere, if euer loue was true,
Confirmd it shall be in my louing you.
I cannot praise possessions, I haue none,
Yet in possessing me, you may enioy,
As great reuenewes, deere, as any one,
Then be not curious in your choyse, nor coye,
I am demure, full fraught of modestie,
And its a Iewell worth a Monarchie.
Yet in possessing me, you may enioy,
As great reuenewes, deere, as any one,
Then be not curious in your choyse, nor coye,
I am demure, full fraught of modestie,
And its a Iewell worth a Monarchie.
Be not the inward gifts the richest treasure?
Why shouldst thou then dote so on excrement,
A modest wife affords continuall pleasure.
Adornd with grace of Angels ornaments.
Ther's nought so pretious as a modest heart,
For if thou be distrest, she'le beare a part.
Why shouldst thou then dote so on excrement,
A modest wife affords continuall pleasure.
Adornd with grace of Angels ornaments.
Ther's nought so pretious as a modest heart,
For if thou be distrest, she'le beare a part.
Doest thou esteeme gold more then vertuous minds,
And art besotted more with worldly trash,
Then honest education? which combines
In awfull band men vnaduisde and rash.
I am but poore indeed, and yet what then
Shall poore estates be destitute of men?
And art besotted more with worldly trash,
Then honest education? which combines
In awfull band men vnaduisde and rash.
I am but poore indeed, and yet what then
Shall poore estates be destitute of men?
I can vse honest labours, and obtaine
A daily fruit out of mine homely labour,
Reaping of honest trauaile, honest gaine,
Purchas'd by loues respect and generall fauour.
I will not winne rewards for lucre sake
My soule a brothell house of sinne to make.
A daily fruit out of mine homely labour,
Reaping of honest trauaile, honest gaine,
Purchas'd by loues respect and generall fauour.
I will not winne rewards for lucre sake
My soule a brothell house of sinne to make.
Homely yet safely, I regard my state,
I loue to liue remote, not aymed at,
Ile be no snare vnto the potentate,
I loue to liue demure not pointed at.
With who comes heere? a Brothell house of sinne,
Who by dishonest meanes doth profit winne.
I loue to liue remote, not aymed at,
Ile be no snare vnto the potentate,
I loue to liue demure not pointed at.
With who comes heere? a Brothell house of sinne,
Who by dishonest meanes doth profit winne.
I am not prostitute to slauish thoughts,
I worke my night works full industriously.
And hauing done that which my purpose sought,
I lie me downe to sleepe contentedly.
I ayme not at the Pallace, but remaine.
No deerer to the Prince, then to the swaine.
I worke my night works full industriously.
And hauing done that which my purpose sought,
I lie me downe to sleepe contentedly.
I ayme not at the Pallace, but remaine.
No deerer to the Prince, then to the swaine.
Fie on that woman who with painted face,
Lies open to the suite of euery man,
That painted visard couers little grace,
Though it be faire without, its pale and wan.
Voide of all fauour, grace and excellence,
Pitching her tent for wantons residence.
Lies open to the suite of euery man,
That painted visard couers little grace,
Though it be faire without, its pale and wan.
Voide of all fauour, grace and excellence,
Pitching her tent for wantons residence.
I am no couer for a puppet play,
I haue no cerusse in mine Iuory boxe,
In dressing me I spend not all the day,
I neuer learnd to phrizle spangled locks.
What I can doe my parents first did tell me,
(Proud hower) I little care if thou excell me.
I haue no cerusse in mine Iuory boxe,
In dressing me I spend not all the day,
I neuer learnd to phrizle spangled locks.
What I can doe my parents first did tell me,
(Proud hower) I little care if thou excell me.
Thus haue I made description of my beautie,
Not passing faire, well fauorde though I be,
Protesting to thy loue entirest dutie,
If thou by Hymens rites shalt marrie me.
Thus hoping well, I in the meane time rest,
Vowing by heau'ns, that I haue lou'd thee best.
Not passing faire, well fauorde though I be,
Protesting to thy loue entirest dutie,
If thou by Hymens rites shalt marrie me.
Thus hoping well, I in the meane time rest,
Vowing by heau'ns, that I haue lou'd thee best.
FINIS.
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