Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Egloga Prima Demades Damon.
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Egloga Prima Demades Damon.
Demades
Now sourge of winters wracke is welnie spent,
And sunne ginnes looke more longer on our clime,
And earth no more to sorrow doth consent,
VVhy beene thy lookes forlorne that viewe the prime?
Vnneth thy slockes may feed to see thee faint,
Thou lost, they leane, and both with woe attaint.
And sunne ginnes looke more longer on our clime,
And earth no more to sorrow doth consent,
VVhy beene thy lookes forlorne that viewe the prime?
Vnneth thy slockes may feed to see thee faint,
Thou lost, they leane, and both with woe attaint.
For shame cast off these discontented lookes,
For griefe doth waight one life, tho neuer sought,
(So Thenot wrote admir'd for Pipe and bookes:)
Then to the springe attemper thou thy thought,
And let aduice reare vp thy drooping minde:
And leaue to weepe thy woes vnto the winde.
For griefe doth waight one life, tho neuer sought,
(So Thenot wrote admir'd for Pipe and bookes:)
Then to the springe attemper thou thy thought,
And let aduice reare vp thy drooping minde:
And leaue to weepe thy woes vnto the winde.
Damon.
Ah Demades no wounder tho I waile,
For euen the spring is winter vnto me,
Looke as the sunne the earth doth then auaile,
VVhen by his beames, hir bowels warmed bee:
Euen so a Saint more sunne-bright in hir shining.
First wrought my weale, now hasts my winters pining.
For euen the spring is winter vnto me,
Looke as the sunne the earth doth then auaile,
VVhen by his beames, hir bowels warmed bee:
Euen so a Saint more sunne-bright in hir shining.
First wrought my weale, now hasts my winters pining.
VVhich louely lampe withdrawne from my poore eyes,
Both partes of earth, and fire drownd vp in woe:
In winter dwell: my ioy my courage dies,
My lambes with me that doe my winter knowe?
For pitty scorne the spring that nyeth neere,
And pine to see, their Masters pining cheere.
Both partes of earth, and fire drownd vp in woe:
In winter dwell: my ioy my courage dies,
My lambes with me that doe my winter knowe?
For pitty scorne the spring that nyeth neere,
And pine to see, their Masters pining cheere.
The roote which yeeldeth sappe vnto the tree,
Drawes from the earth the meanes that makes it spring:
And by the sap the siens fostered bee,
All from the sunne haue comfort and increasing:
And that faire eie that lightes this earthly ball,
Killes by depart, and neeting cheereth all.
Drawes from the earth the meanes that makes it spring:
And by the sap the siens fostered bee,
All from the sunne haue comfort and increasing:
And that faire eie that lightes this earthly ball,
Killes by depart, and neeting cheereth all.
As roote to tree such is my tender heart,
VVhose sappe is thought, whose braunches are content:
And from my soule they drawe their sweet or smarte,
And from hir eie, my soules best life is lent.
VVhich heauenly eye that lightes both earth and aire,
Quels by depart and quickens by repaire.
VVhose sappe is thought, whose braunches are content:
And from my soule they drawe their sweet or smarte,
And from hir eie, my soules best life is lent.
VVhich heauenly eye that lightes both earth and aire,
Quels by depart and quickens by repaire.
Damades.
Giue periode to the processe of thy plaint,
Vnhappie Damon witty in selfe-greeuing:
Tend thou thy flockes, let tyrant loue attaint,
Those tender heartes that make their loue their liuing.
And as kinde time keepes Phillis from thy sight,
So let preuention banish fancie quite.
Vnhappie Damon witty in selfe-greeuing:
Tend thou thy flockes, let tyrant loue attaint,
Those tender heartes that make their loue their liuing.
And as kinde time keepes Phillis from thy sight,
So let preuention banish fancie quite.
Cast hence this Idle fuel of desire,
That feedes that flame wherein thy heart consumeth:
Let reason schoole thy will which doth aspire,
And counsell coole impatience that presumeth:
Driue hence vaine thoughtes which are fond loues abetters,
For he that seekes his thraldoome merits fetters.
That feedes that flame wherein thy heart consumeth:
Let reason schoole thy will which doth aspire,
And counsell coole impatience that presumeth:
Driue hence vaine thoughtes which are fond loues abetters,
For he that seekes his thraldoome merits fetters.
The vaine Idea of this dietie
nust at the teare of thine Imagination:
VVas bred brought, vp by thine owne vanitie,
VVhose beeing thou mayest curse from the creation:
And so thou list, thou maiest as soone forget loue,
As thou at first didst fashion and beget loue.
nust at the teare of thine Imagination:
VVas bred brought, vp by thine owne vanitie,
VVhose beeing thou mayest curse from the creation:
And so thou list, thou maiest as soone forget loue,
As thou at first didst fashion and beget loue.
Damon.
Peace Demades peace sheep-heard do not tempt me,
The sage-taught wise may speake thus, but not practise:
Rather from life, then from my loue exempt me,
My happie loue wherein my weale and wracke lies:
VVhere chillie age first left loue, and first lost hir,
There youth sound loue, likt loue, and loue did foster.
The sage-taught wise may speake thus, but not practise:
Rather from life, then from my loue exempt me,
My happie loue wherein my weale and wracke lies:
VVhere chillie age first left loue, and first lost hir,
There youth sound loue, likt loue, and loue did foster.
Not as Ambitious of their owne decay,
But curious to equall your fore-deedes:
So tread we now within your woonted way,
We find your fruites of iudgementes and their seedes:
VVe know you lou'd, and louing learne that lore,
You scorne kind loue, because you can no more:
But curious to equall your fore-deedes:
So tread we now within your woonted way,
We find your fruites of iudgementes and their seedes:
VVe know you lou'd, and louing learne that lore,
You scorne kind loue, because you can no more:
Tho from this pure refiner of the thought,
The gleanings of your lerninges haue you gathred
Your liues had beene abortiue bace and nought,
Except by happie loue they had beene fathered,
Then still the swaine, for I will still avowe it:
They haue no witte nor worth that dis-alow it.
The gleanings of your lerninges haue you gathred
Your liues had beene abortiue bace and nought,
Except by happie loue they had beene fathered,
Then still the swaine, for I will still avowe it:
They haue no witte nor worth that dis-alow it.
Then to renewe the ruines of my teares,
Be thou no hinderer Demades I pray thee.
If my loue sighes, grow tedious in thine eares,
Flye me, that flye from ioy, I list not stay thee,
Morne sheepe, morne lambes, & Damon wil weep by you,
And when I sigh come home sweete Phillis cry you.
Be thou no hinderer Demades I pray thee.
If my loue sighes, grow tedious in thine eares,
Flye me, that flye from ioy, I list not stay thee,
Morne sheepe, morne lambes, & Damon wil weep by you,
And when I sigh come home sweete Phillis cry you.
Come home sweete Phillis, for thine absence causeth
A flowerlesse prime-tide in these drooping medowes,
To push his beauties foorth each primrose pauseth,
Our Lillies and our Roses like coy widowes
Shut in their buddes their beauties, & bemoane them,
Because my Phillis doth not smile vpon them.
A flowerlesse prime-tide in these drooping medowes,
To push his beauties foorth each primrose pauseth,
Our Lillies and our Roses like coy widowes
Shut in their buddes their beauties, & bemoane them,
Because my Phillis doth not smile vpon them.
The trees by my redoubled sighes long blasted,
Call for thy balme-sweete breath and sunnie eyes,
To whom all natures comforts are hand-fasted,
Breath, looke on them, and they to life arise:
They haue new liueries with each smile thou lendest,
And droope with me, when thy faire brow thou bendest.
Call for thy balme-sweete breath and sunnie eyes,
To whom all natures comforts are hand-fasted,
Breath, looke on them, and they to life arise:
They haue new liueries with each smile thou lendest,
And droope with me, when thy faire brow thou bendest.
I wooe thee Phillis with more earnest weeping,
Then Niobe for hir dead issue spent,
I pray thee Nimph who hast our spring in keeping:
Thou mistresse of our flowers and my content,
Come home and glad our Meades of winter wearie,
And make thy wofull Damon blith and merrie,
Then Niobe for hir dead issue spent,
I pray thee Nimph who hast our spring in keeping:
Thou mistresse of our flowers and my content,
Come home and glad our Meades of winter wearie,
And make thy wofull Damon blith and merrie,
Else will I captiue all my hopes againe,
And shut them vp in prisons of dispaire:
And weepe such teares as shal destroy this plaine.
And sigh such sighes as shall Eclipse the aire.
And cry such cries as loue that heares my crying,
Shall faint and weepe for griefe, and fall a dying.
And shut them vp in prisons of dispaire:
And weepe such teares as shal destroy this plaine.
And sigh such sighes as shall Eclipse the aire.
And cry such cries as loue that heares my crying,
Shall faint and weepe for griefe, and fall a dying.
My little world hath vow'd no sunne shall glad it,
Except thy little world her light discouer,
Of which heauens would growe proud if so they had it,
Oh how I feare least absent Ioue shoulde loue her,
I feare it Phillis, for he neuer sawe one,
That had more heauen-sweet lookes to lure & awe one.
Except thy little world her light discouer,
Of which heauens would growe proud if so they had it,
Oh how I feare least absent Ioue shoulde loue her,
I feare it Phillis, for he neuer sawe one,
That had more heauen-sweet lookes to lure & awe one.
I sweare to thee all-seeing soueraine,
Rowling heauens circles round about our center:
Except my Phillis safe returne againe,
No ioy to heart, no meate to mouth shall enter.
All hope (but future hope to be renouned,
For weeping Phillis) shall in teares be drowned.
Rowling heauens circles round about our center:
Except my Phillis safe returne againe,
No ioy to heart, no meate to mouth shall enter.
All hope (but future hope to be renouned,
For weeping Phillis) shall in teares be drowned.
Demades.
How large a scope lendes Damon to his moane,
VVasting those treasures of his happy-witte:
In regestring his wofull woe-begone?
Ah bende thy Muse to matters farre more fitte:
For time shall come when Phillis is interd,
That Damon shall confesse that he hath erd.
VVasting those treasures of his happy-witte:
In regestring his wofull woe-begone?
Ah bende thy Muse to matters farre more fitte:
For time shall come when Phillis is interd,
That Damon shall confesse that he hath erd.
VVhen natures riches shal (by time dissolued)
Call thee to see with more iudiciall eye:
How Phillis beauties are to dust resolued,
Thou then shalt aske thy selfe the reason why
Thou wert so fond, since Phillis was so fraile,
To praise her giftes that should so quickly faile?
Call thee to see with more iudiciall eye:
How Phillis beauties are to dust resolued,
Thou then shalt aske thy selfe the reason why
Thou wert so fond, since Phillis was so fraile,
To praise her giftes that should so quickly faile?
Haue mercie on thy selfe cease being idle,
Let reason claime and gaine of will his homage:
Raine in these brain-sicke thoughts with iudgements bridle,
A short preuention helpes a mighty domage.
If Phillis loue, loue hir, yet loue hir so:
That if she flye, thou maiest loues fire forgo.
Let reason claime and gaine of will his homage:
Raine in these brain-sicke thoughts with iudgements bridle,
A short preuention helpes a mighty domage.
If Phillis loue, loue hir, yet loue hir so:
That if she flye, thou maiest loues fire forgo.
Play with the fire, yet die not in the flame,
Show passions in thy wordes, but not in heart:
Least when thou think'st to bring thy thoughtes in frame,
Thou proue thy selfe a prisoner by thine Arte.
Play with these babes of loue, as Apes with Glasses,
And put no trust in feathers, winde, or lasses.
Show passions in thy wordes, but not in heart:
Least when thou think'st to bring thy thoughtes in frame,
Thou proue thy selfe a prisoner by thine Arte.
Play with these babes of loue, as Apes with Glasses,
And put no trust in feathers, winde, or lasses.
Did not thine age yeeld warrantise (olde man)
Impatience would inforce me to offend thee,
Me list not now thy froward skill to scanne,
Yet will I pray that loue may mend or end thee.
Spring flowers, sea-tides, earth grasse, skie stars shal banish,
Before the thoughtes of loue or Phillis vanish.
Impatience would inforce me to offend thee,
Me list not now thy froward skill to scanne,
Yet will I pray that loue may mend or end thee.
Spring flowers, sea-tides, earth grasse, skie stars shal banish,
Before the thoughtes of loue or Phillis vanish.
So get the gone and fold thy tender sheepe,
For lo the greate Autumedon of day:
In Isis streame his golden lockes doth steepe,
Sad Euen her duskie mantle doth display?
Light-flying foules the posts of night disport them,
And cheerfull looking Vesper doth consort them.
For lo the greate Autumedon of day:
In Isis streame his golden lockes doth steepe,
Sad Euen her duskie mantle doth display?
Light-flying foules the posts of night disport them,
And cheerfull looking Vesper doth consort them.
Come you my carefull flocke fore goe your maister,
Ile folde you vp and after fall a sighing,
VVordes haue no worth my secret woundes to plaister,
Nought may refresh my ioyes but Phillis nighing.
Farewell olde Demades, DE. Damon farewell.
How gainst aduise doth headlong youth rebell.
Ile folde you vp and after fall a sighing,
VVordes haue no worth my secret woundes to plaister,
Nought may refresh my ioyes but Phillis nighing.
Farewell olde Demades, DE. Damon farewell.
How gainst aduise doth headlong youth rebell.
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