Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville :: :: University of Virginia Library

In the window of a Graunge,
Whence mens prospects cannot range
Ouer groues, and flowers growing,
Natures wealth, and pleasure showing;
But on graues where shepheards lye,
That by loue or sicknesse die;
In that window saw I sit,
Cælica adorning it,
Sadly clad for sorrowes glory,
Making ioy glad to be sorie:
Shewing Sorrow in such fashion,
As Truth seem'd in loue with Passion,
Such a sweet enamell giueth
Loue restrain'd, that constant liueth.
Absence, that bred all this paine,
Presence heal'd not straight againe;
Eyes from darke to suddaine light,
See not straight, nor can delight.
Where the heart reuiues from death,
Grones doe first send forth a breath:
So, first looks did looks beget,
One sigh did another fet,
Hearts within their breast did quake,
While thoughts to each other spake.
Philocell entraunced stood,
Rackt, and ioyed with his good,
His eyes on her eyes were fixed,
Where both true Loue and Shame were mixed:
In her eyes he pittie saw,
His Loue did to Pittie draw:
But Loue found when it came there,
Pitty was transform'd to Feare:
Then he thought that in her face,
He saw Loue, and promis'd Grace.
Loue calls his Loue to appeare,
But as soone as it came neere,

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Her Loue to her bosome fled,
Vnder Honours burthens dead.
Honour in Loues stead tooke place,
To grace Shame, with Loues disgrace;
But like drops throwne on the fire,
Shames restraints, enflam'd Desire:
Desire looks, and in her eyes,
The image of it selfe espies,
Whence he takes selfe-pitties motions
To be Cynthia's owne deuotions;
And resolues Feare is a lyar,
Thinking she bids speake Desire,
But true loue that feares, and dare
Offend it selfe with pleasing Care,
So diuers wayes his heart doth moue,
That his tongue cannot speake of loue.
Onely in himselfe he sayes,
How fatall are blind Cupids waies,
Where Endymions poore hope is,
That while Loue sleepes, the heauens kisse.
But silent Loue is simple wooing,
Euen Destiny would haue vs doing.
Boldnesse neuer yet was chidden,
Till by Loue it be forbidden,
Myra leaues him, and knowes best,
What shall become of all the rest.