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[VVhen Phosphorus declining West her tracke]
VVhen Phosphorus declining West her tracke,
Commaunding Nox her charge to take in hand
And for to spread abroad her curtaine blacke,
By Natures course to couer both sea and land:
Then at her becke a clowdie vale in stept,
And terrene thinges quite from our sight hath swept
Commaunding Nox her charge to take in hand
And for to spread abroad her curtaine blacke,
By Natures course to couer both sea and land:
Then at her becke a clowdie vale in stept,
And terrene thinges quite from our sight hath swept
By this had Phœbus clearely made escape,
And Vesperus his action did assoyne,
Of Thetis Queene then cloyed with the rape,
With Lucina in coiture doeth ioyne:
From whome he cleerely receiu'd away his light,
Least she should blush, being seene in such a plight.
And Vesperus his action did assoyne,
Of Thetis Queene then cloyed with the rape,
With Lucina in coiture doeth ioyne:
From whome he cleerely receiu'd away his light,
Least she should blush, being seene in such a plight.
Lucina then her budding hornes did stretch,
And borrowing of her Louer light, appeares,
When Morpheus presented to me poore wretch,
A sight, which still my dulled senses cheeres:
Ah cheeres: a wofull cheere: woe worth the time,
That makes me thus to spend my golden prime.
And borrowing of her Louer light, appeares,
When Morpheus presented to me poore wretch,
A sight, which still my dulled senses cheeres:
Ah cheeres: a wofull cheere: woe worth the time,
That makes me thus to spend my golden prime.
What fancie moou'd, folly did put in vre,
And Queene Desire did straight appoint the game,
Which once begunne, no hope could helpe procure,
Beefore I loose, to giue it ouer were shame:
Although Dispayre doeth say that I shall gaine,
Nought for my toyle, but heapes of cruell paine.
And Queene Desire did straight appoint the game,
Which once begunne, no hope could helpe procure,
Beefore I loose, to giue it ouer were shame:
Although Dispayre doeth say that I shall gaine,
Nought for my toyle, but heapes of cruell paine.
Cupid then smyl'd such Clyent to possesse,
And thank'd Morpheus that procur'd the same,
Venus mislikte I should rest in distresse,
Least after I would ay renounce her game.
Shee fitted me, with opportunitie
To speake: alas I spake: all would not be.
And thank'd Morpheus that procur'd the same,
Venus mislikte I should rest in distresse,
Least after I would ay renounce her game.
Shee fitted me, with opportunitie
To speake: alas I spake: all would not be.
All would not be, what then: ah dolefull chaunce,
Haue all the Fates confederated my fall:
Yes, yes: too soone I did my Barke out launce,
And eke commit my sayle to windes a thrall:
Wherefore rowe backe thy barge to natiue porte.
In earnest end, what thou begun in sport.
Yes, yes: too soone I did my Barke out launce,
And eke commit my sayle to windes a thrall:
Wherefore rowe backe thy barge to natiue porte.
In earnest end, what thou begun in sport.
That thou begun in sport: a heauie sport,
Which is the worker of thy great annoye,
Thou canst not long endure in such a sort,
Exempt from hope of any earthly ioye:
Vnlesse the Saint, that wrought this deepe distresse,
Pityes thy panges; and doe thy paynes redresse.
Which is the worker of thy great annoye,
Thou canst not long endure in such a sort,
Exempt from hope of any earthly ioye:
Vnlesse the Saint, that wrought this deepe distresse,
Pityes thy panges; and doe thy paynes redresse.
Thy paines redresse, if not foorthwith, too late,
For Phebe thrice her wasted hornes renew'd,
Since I was forc'st by spitefull frowning fate,
To come and seeke the sight I latelie view'd,
Which viewe my paines, so destinie assign'd,
For at her handes no hope of grace I finde.
For Phebe thrice her wasted hornes renew'd,
Since I was forc'st by spitefull frowning fate,
To come and seeke the sight I latelie view'd,
Which viewe my paines, so destinie assign'd,
For at her handes no hope of grace I finde.
No hope of grace I finde, woe me therefore,
Without whose grace my life can not endure,
Oh that I were not as I was of yore,
Free from the scathe which doeth my harme assure,
Then would I keepe my finger from the fire,
And quite renounce the Lawes of fond desire.
Without whose grace my life can not endure,
Oh that I were not as I was of yore,
Free from the scathe which doeth my harme assure,
Then would I keepe my finger from the fire,
And quite renounce the Lawes of fond desire.
Of fond desire the Lawe, oh lawlesse Lawe,
Which doeth extreemes combine and ioyne in wrong,
And ministreth pilles, which will not from the mawe,
This from the eye, not from desert is sprung,
A fickle Iudge for to discerne the right,
Which blinded is with force of beauties might.
Which doeth extreemes combine and ioyne in wrong,
And ministreth pilles, which will not from the mawe,
This from the eye, not from desert is sprung,
A fickle Iudge for to discerne the right,
Which blinded is with force of beauties might.
The force of beauties might: a power-full might,
Which can compell the proudest to obey,
Whose meere report hath brought me to this plight,
Deuoyd of hope: for sorrowe beares the sway.
Wherefore as Fame me forc'st this paine to prooue,
There I began, and there will ende my loue.
Which can compell the proudest to obey,
Deuoyd of hope: for sorrowe beares the sway.
Wherefore as Fame me forc'st this paine to prooue,
There I began, and there will ende my loue.
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