The Poets VVillovv Or, The Passionate Shepheard: With sundry delightfull, and no lesse Passionate Sonnets: describing the passions of a discontented and perplexed Lover. Diuers compositions of verses concording as well with the Lyricke, as the Anacreonticke measures; neuer before published: Being reduced into an exact and distinct order of Metricall extractions [by Richard Brathwait] |
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To Eliza.
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To Eliza.
A sonnet.
If faire Eliza thou that I haue lou'd,
And vowd more sacred hests vnto thy shrine
Then any loue that ere profest him thine,
Haue but my poems by thy selfe approu'd,
O to what blessed, vnexpected clime
Am I transported by this muse of mine?
But if thou frowne, contract thy brow and loure,
Ile neuer handle this rude pencile more.
And vowd more sacred hests vnto thy shrine
Then any loue that ere profest him thine,
Haue but my poems by thy selfe approu'd,
O to what blessed, vnexpected clime
Am I transported by this muse of mine?
But if thou frowne, contract thy brow and loure,
Ile neuer handle this rude pencile more.
I haue not Zeuxes hand to paint thy shape,
But I could wish to graue within thy mound
Some quaint deuise, where if I once were sound,
I know no feature of his liuely grape
Could me exceede: for I haue learnd the ground
Of that deepe art, albeit most profound.
Be thou the module of that curious frame,
That my impression may adorne the same.
But I could wish to graue within thy mound
Some quaint deuise, where if I once were sound,
I know no feature of his liuely grape
Could me exceede: for I haue learnd the ground
Of that deepe art, albeit most profound.
Be thou the module of that curious frame,
That my impression may adorne the same.
Adorne? deforme thou saiest: poore poesie,
Cannot content Elizas Nuptials,
Shee's of a lighter straine, her festiuals
Sound and resound with purer harmonie:
She cannot brooke the sullen Saturnals
That mixe our ioyes with sadnesse: Iuuenals,
Best like Eliza: and they would like me,
If I were Iuuenall to sing to thee.
Cannot content Elizas Nuptials,
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Sound and resound with purer harmonie:
She cannot brooke the sullen Saturnals
That mixe our ioyes with sadnesse: Iuuenals,
Best like Eliza: and they would like me,
If I were Iuuenall to sing to thee.
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