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[When lordlie Titan in his chiefest pride]
When lordlie Titan in his chiefest pride,
Ouer-spread Auroraes blushing countenance,
And Triton on his grayish steedes did ride,
In calmed Seas, on waues the Nayades daunce.
No duskie vapour couer'd the welkin cleer'd,
Phœbus (discouering ay the heauens) appear'd.
Ouer-spread Auroraes blushing countenance,
And Triton on his grayish steedes did ride,
In calmed Seas, on waues the Nayades daunce.
No duskie vapour couer'd the welkin cleer'd,
Phœbus (discouering ay the heauens) appear'd.
Here Iupiter presented no escape,
Then watcht by Argus hundreth waking eyes,
The Syrens then transformed no mans shape,
Nor to intrappe layd foorth their watching spyes,
And Proteus in his wonted shape remain'd,
For Nature would that nothing should be stayn'd.
Then watcht by Argus hundreth waking eyes,
Nor to intrappe layd foorth their watching spyes,
And Proteus in his wonted shape remain'd,
For Nature would that nothing should be stayn'd.
Princes then walkt abroad for their delight,
Courtyers attend vpon their princes trayne,
Of tempestes Sea-men were not then affright,
The husbandman did hardly plye his gayne.
Dame Flora eke did couer the earth with greene,
Procuring hope most liuely to be seene.
Courtyers attend vpon their princes trayne,
Of tempestes Sea-men were not then affright,
The husbandman did hardly plye his gayne.
Dame Flora eke did couer the earth with greene,
Procuring hope most liuely to be seene.
Minerua then the Chaos did vnfolde,
Of these so farre vnordered terrene thinges,
That in good order you might all beholde,
Truss'd in a fardell vnder Fortunes winges.
Well may I crie alacke and well away,
That Fortune frayle did beare so great a sway.
Of these so farre vnordered terrene thinges,
That in good order you might all beholde,
Truss'd in a fardell vnder Fortunes winges.
Well may I crie alacke and well away,
That Fortune frayle did beare so great a sway.
It was the rusticke Goddes festiuall day,
When shepheardes quaint doe frolicke with their mates,
With stones blacke that time well marke I may,
For then begun all my disaster fates.
Then with a smile fell fate did couer a fraude,
To perfect which, Beautie made Fame her bawde.
When shepheardes quaint doe frolicke with their mates,
With stones blacke that time well marke I may,
For then begun all my disaster fates.
Then with a smile fell fate did couer a fraude,
To perfect which, Beautie made Fame her bawde.
Fame carefull then for to perfourme her charge,
Sounding due prayse, redoubled in mine eare,
Venus ouer-match, she blazed then at large,
Which stroke my bodie in a quiuering feare.
This rare reporte being heard, I wish to see,
If earthly Wightes affoorded such a shee.
Sounding due prayse, redoubled in mine eare,
Venus ouer-match, she blazed then at large,
Which stroke my bodie in a quiuering feare.
This rare reporte being heard, I wish to see,
If earthly Wightes affoorded such a shee.
I came, I sawe, nowe Cæsars fate I want,
For to ouercome: wherein I may dispayre,
Her statelie lookes my hoped hap doeth scant,
And day by day doeth still my ioyes impayre,
For that my minde lyeth in her princely bowre,
Whose beautie doeth excell Loues paramour.
For to ouercome: wherein I may dispayre,
Her statelie lookes my hoped hap doeth scant,
For that my minde lyeth in her princely bowre,
Whose beautie doeth excell Loues paramour.
A liuing minde in dying corpes I haue,
My bodie here, my minde with her doeth stay,
A speedie death, if her I loose, I craue,
Whose sweete consent is euen that blisse-full Boy,
Which onely is the harbour of my rest,
In whose high thoughtes I wish to builde my nest.
My bodie here, my minde with her doeth stay,
A speedie death, if her I loose, I craue,
Whose sweete consent is euen that blisse-full Boy,
Which onely is the harbour of my rest,
In whose high thoughtes I wish to builde my nest.
Thou glistering Phœbus, hide thy shining face,
If euer thou view'st the beautie of this Dame,
Her brightsome hew will sure thy lightes disgrace,
The rarest wyght by her may blush for shame,
Whose glorious lookes doe still present a iarre,
Twixt fire and water there lyeth peace and warre.
If euer thou view'st the beautie of this Dame,
Her brightsome hew will sure thy lightes disgrace,
The rarest wyght by her may blush for shame,
Whose glorious lookes doe still present a iarre,
Twixt fire and water there lyeth peace and warre.
O would I might (but what thereon may fall,
I knowe not well) once compasse her goodwill:
Or that I had not (nowe too late I call
The thing farre past) her knowen my ioyes to spill.
Then had I liu'd and ledde a quiet life,
Where nowe I pine with pure tormenting strife.
I knowe not well) once compasse her goodwill:
Or that I had not (nowe too late I call
The thing farre past) her knowen my ioyes to spill.
Then had I liu'd and ledde a quiet life,
Where nowe I pine with pure tormenting strife.
Sure shall desert there merite but disdaine,
Where high desire doeth lodge in loftie thought,
Seeing Loue and Fate doe still conspire my paine,
Voyde of all hope, I count my toyle for nought.
Yet naythlesse hope for to obtaine thy loue,
Not fearing aye the thing thou neuer didst prooue.
Where high desire doeth lodge in loftie thought,
Seeing Loue and Fate doe still conspire my paine,
Voyde of all hope, I count my toyle for nought.
Yet naythlesse hope for to obtaine thy loue,
Not fearing aye the thing thou neuer didst prooue.
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