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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A Threnode occasioned vpon
the Authors discontent: in that he loues yet
cannot be respected: with a continued Hymne
or Acrosticke sonnet best sorting
with his amorous passion. |
 | The Poets VVillovv |  |
A Threnode occasioned vpon the Authors discontent: in that he loues yet cannot be respected: with a continued Hymne or Acrosticke sonnet best sorting with his amorous passion.
Eternall anquish torment to my brest,
Languishing horror, euer scalding hote,
Imperious Queen that seeks thy loues vnrest,
Shaken with tempest in a crasie boate.
Anchor of comfort let me leane on thee,
So shall it well goe with my barke and me.
Languishing horror, euer scalding hote,
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Shaken with tempest in a crasie boate.
Anchor of comfort let me leane on thee,
So shall it well goe with my barke and me.
Beauties faire dasie, honor to thy maker,
Endu'd with natures faire admired treasure,
Throne of a goddesse, chastities partaker,
Helme to my ship, the onely port of pleasure.
Bles'd for thy feature and admired euer,
Alwaies abiding fresh, defaced neuer.
Endu'd with natures faire admired treasure,
Throne of a goddesse, chastities partaker,
Helme to my ship, the onely port of pleasure.
Bles'd for thy feature and admired euer,
Alwaies abiding fresh, defaced neuer.
Sapphicke.
Rest to the vnrest, shadow of reposure,To shade the weary from the parching sun shine,
O faire Eliza, blest is that enclosure,
Nature hath lent thee.
O deere remember but what solemne vowes,
What vowes, what protestations in that groue,
That groue, that graue which yeelds more pensiue shows
Vnto my teare swoln eies, then euer loue
Can make amends for: O remember me
And what pure hests I dedicate to thee.
What vowes, what protestations in that groue,
That groue, that graue which yeelds more pensiue shows
Vnto my teare swoln eies, then euer loue
Can make amends for: O remember me
And what pure hests I dedicate to thee.
Euen in that garden clad with bitter sweets,
For whatsoere was sweet, seem'd sowre to me,
With what faire words, what promises, entreates
Proceeded from my mouth to purchase thee.
Yet thou vnkind: (vnkindnesse is a sinne)
To loue that star-dazd Nimph, that loues nothin.
For whatsoere was sweet, seem'd sowre to me,
With what faire words, what promises, entreates
Proceeded from my mouth to purchase thee.
Yet thou vnkind: (vnkindnesse is a sinne)
To loue that star-dazd Nimph, that loues nothin.
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Perhaps some words (as vndiscreetly spoken,
As god wot simple soules do meane no harme)
Made your first bonds of fancy to be broken,
So as my folly might your wit forewarne,
Not to respect fond vowes which do proceed,
As idle talke from some phantasticke head.
As god wot simple soules do meane no harme)
Made your first bonds of fancy to be broken,
So as my folly might your wit forewarne,
Not to respect fond vowes which do proceed,
As idle talke from some phantasticke head.
O let me call your selfe to record here,
Whether such semblance of my feigned loue,
From time to time did euer yet appeare,
That you should your affection thus remoue?
O answer me deare loue, O be so kind
Whom you'l not loue to satisfie his mind.
Whether such semblance of my feigned loue,
From time to time did euer yet appeare,
That you should your affection thus remoue?
O answer me deare loue, O be so kind
Whom you'l not loue to satisfie his mind.
O thou wilt say I neuer fancied thee,
I cared not for the place where thou abode,
I tooke no pleasure, no felicity
In thy discourse: loue where it is is shewd:
O argue not so roughly, for you know,
Of loue I neuer made externall show.
I cared not for the place where thou abode,
I tooke no pleasure, no felicity
In thy discourse: loue where it is is shewd:
O argue not so roughly, for you know,
Of loue I neuer made externall show.
But if your image be not in my brest,
Which I will carry still in spite of fate:
Then let me neuer reape that sacred rest,
That mansion of delight, that glorious state.
O be more kind let that same loue I beare,
Vnto your selfe, more ioifull tidings heare.
Which I will carry still in spite of fate:
Then let me neuer reape that sacred rest,
That mansion of delight, that glorious state.
O be more kind let that same loue I beare,
Vnto your selfe, more ioifull tidings heare.
Alasse how many weary toilesome nights,
Haue I tost to and fro, withouten rest?
Affrighted with such sad disaster sights,
As these short lines can no way make exprest:
And what's the cause I cannot rest, nor sleep?
Because thy beauty doth mine eie-lids keepe.
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Affrighted with such sad disaster sights,
As these short lines can no way make exprest:
And what's the cause I cannot rest, nor sleep?
Because thy beauty doth mine eie-lids keepe.
For when they would be shut thou keeps them ope,
Making them looke vpon thy image faire:
As if amazd to see that glorious cope
With which the Spheres of heauen may wel cōpare
And therefore puts mine eies to double paine,
In opening them, and shutting them againe.
Making them looke vpon thy image faire:
As if amazd to see that glorious cope
With which the Spheres of heauen may wel cōpare
And therefore puts mine eies to double paine,
In opening them, and shutting them againe.
Oft haue I dreamd, I did possesse my loue,
Rapt with a passion of a fond conceipt,
Close were my fences: none of all could moue
Their sencelesse numnes: but like seruants waite
In all obedience both with tooth and hand,
To heare what thou their mistres would cōmand
Rapt with a passion of a fond conceipt,
Close were my fences: none of all could moue
Their sencelesse numnes: but like seruants waite
In all obedience both with tooth and hand,
To heare what thou their mistres would cōmand
This golden slumber, slumber of delight,
For more content such slumbers yeelded me,
Then any food I tasted: or the sight
Of any obiect, saue the sight of thee:
Which slumber past and looking all about me
I was perplexd to lie alone without thee.
For more content such slumbers yeelded me,
Then any food I tasted: or the sight
Of any obiect, saue the sight of thee:
Which slumber past and looking all about me
I was perplexd to lie alone without thee.
And yet no wanton or lasciuious thought,
Did euer moue me for to wantonise,
For though that shrine of thine was long time sought
It was that I thy shrine might eternise,
That so our loues eternisd both together,
What chanc'd vnto the one might chāce to either
Did euer moue me for to wantonise,
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It was that I thy shrine might eternise,
That so our loues eternisd both together,
What chanc'd vnto the one might chāce to either
But I am lauish in confounded loues,
And weaues a web for chast Penelope,
But two for Lais: Venus milke white doues,
Transport my erring sences; and agree
So to obscure the pallace of my soule,
That what was pure should now be passing foule.
And weaues a web for chast Penelope,
But two for Lais: Venus milke white doues,
Transport my erring sences; and agree
So to obscure the pallace of my soule,
That what was pure should now be passing foule.
Doe not beleeue such vipers as infest
With poisoned breath the glory of my name,
I vow to God that I haue lou'd thee best,
And haue been ere respectiue of my shame.
Let heauen and earth my mansion both remoue,
When I do soile thy bed with forraine loue.
With poisoned breath the glory of my name,
I vow to God that I haue lou'd thee best,
And haue been ere respectiue of my shame.
Let heauen and earth my mansion both remoue,
When I do soile thy bed with forraine loue.
O what vnfruitfull members were those spraies,
That nourishd Serpents in their flowry shade,
And fed our rooted loues with long delaies,
Vndoing that which nature first had made:
For this I thinke (if prophecies be true)
Nature ordained me to marry you.
That nourishd Serpents in their flowry shade,
And fed our rooted loues with long delaies,
Vndoing that which nature first had made:
For this I thinke (if prophecies be true)
Nature ordained me to marry you.
Not nature but the diuine powers aboue,
Which manage our affections as they please,
Extracting out of hate the constant loue
Their minds contracted in the bonds of peace.
Euen that same power (I thinke) doth so ordaine,
That though you hate, you once will loue againe.
Which manage our affections as they please,
Extracting out of hate the constant loue
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Euen that same power (I thinke) doth so ordaine,
That though you hate, you once will loue againe.
The plants, the birds, the beasts, the fishes small,
Are made to loue: see how the Iuy twines
Vpon the ruines of a skaled wall,
Or twist's about the wasts of fruitfull vines:
Embracing them with branches spreading broad,
Supporting them when grapes their science load.
Are made to loue: see how the Iuy twines
Vpon the ruines of a skaled wall,
Or twist's about the wasts of fruitfull vines:
Embracing them with branches spreading broad,
Supporting them when grapes their science load.
The louing Turtle loues her faithfull make,
Whom if she misse, she pines away and dies,
Abiuring mirth and pleasure for his sake
Filling the crispling aire with dolefull cries:
The stork, the Starling, and the sweet tun'd thrush
Wil seek their makes through euery brake & bush
Whom if she misse, she pines away and dies,
Abiuring mirth and pleasure for his sake
Filling the crispling aire with dolefull cries:
The stork, the Starling, and the sweet tun'd thrush
Wil seek their makes through euery brake & bush
The libbard, Tigre, Panther, beasts most wild,
Can be subdu'd by loues sweet harmony,
Transformd from sauage beasts to creatures mild,
Oppres'd (as seems) with loues extremity.
The cliuy mountaines, and the vales below,
By ecchoes shrill, their loues pursuit doe show.
Can be subdu'd by loues sweet harmony,
Transformd from sauage beasts to creatures mild,
Oppres'd (as seems) with loues extremity.
The cliuy mountaines, and the vales below,
By ecchoes shrill, their loues pursuit doe show.
The skalie fishes in their watry clime,
Tast of the fruit of loue, each in their kind,
Obseruing season, nature, course and time,
Such relish pleasures in loues passions find.
That languishing they fall away and die,
When they'r depriu'd of loues society.
Tast of the fruit of loue, each in their kind,
Obseruing season, nature, course and time,
Such relish pleasures in loues passions find.
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When they'r depriu'd of loues society.
If euery creature thus ordained be,
For to obserue the solemne rites of loue:
Dost thou suppose she hath exempted thee,
No pensiue passions ere thy mind to moue?
O be not so deluded: deare you know,
You had a father, let your sonne say so.
For to obserue the solemne rites of loue:
Dost thou suppose she hath exempted thee,
No pensiue passions ere thy mind to moue?
O be not so deluded: deare you know,
You had a father, let your sonne say so.
What is a iewell worth, if euer kept,
Closely confind within the chest of earth?
No more is beauty, when occasion's slipt,
Gracing her Image with no second birth:
O let this after age thine Image find,
By some record which thou shalt leaue behind.
Closely confind within the chest of earth?
No more is beauty, when occasion's slipt,
Gracing her Image with no second birth:
O let this after age thine Image find,
By some record which thou shalt leaue behind.
And what record? a specious issue left,
(Thy second image) to adorne the stage
Of this terrestriall frame of worth, bereft
If thou should die, surpris'd in blooming age:
O then since beauty is both green and tender,
It needs some for resse, to be her defender.
(Thy second image) to adorne the stage
Of this terrestriall frame of worth, bereft
If thou should die, surpris'd in blooming age:
O then since beauty is both green and tender,
It needs some for resse, to be her defender.
Let me that fortresse be, and ile support
Those freeborne blossomes of thy tender prime,
With thousand sugred kisses, and resort
With mirrh, and spikenard, daily to thy shrine,
This will I doe, more would I gladly doe,
If thou my loue would for pure loue allow.
Take these few lines and keepe them still with thee
And reading them thinke now and then of me.
Those freeborne blossomes of thy tender prime,
With thousand sugred kisses, and resort
With mirrh, and spikenard, daily to thy shrine,
This will I doe, more would I gladly doe,
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Take these few lines and keepe them still with thee
And reading them thinke now and then of me.
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