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This is taken out of Belleau made of his own Mistresse.
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sighes doth shew, the heat of heartes desire,
And sorrow speakes, by signes of heauie eyes:
So if hot flames, proceed from holly fire,
And loue may not, from vicious fancies eyes,
In tarrying time, and fauor of the skies,
My only good, and greatest hap doth lie:
In her that doth, all fond delight dispies:
Than turne to mee, sad sighes I shall not dye.
And sorrow speakes, by signes of heauie eyes:
So if hot flames, proceed from holly fire,
And loue may not, from vicious fancies eyes,
In tarrying time, and fauor of the skies,
My only good, and greatest hap doth lie:
In her that doth, all fond delight dispies:
Than turne to mee, sad sighes I shall not dye.
If that bee shee, who hath so much mee bound,
And makes me hers, as I were not mine owne:
Shee most to praise, that maie aliue bee founde,
Most great and good, and gracious througly knowne.
Shee all my hope, in briefe yea more than mine,
(That quickely maie, bring life by looke of eye)
Than come chaest sighes, a close record diuine,
Returne to mee, and I shall neuer dye.
And makes me hers, as I were not mine owne:
Shee most to praise, that maie aliue bee founde,
Most great and good, and gracious througly knowne.
Shee all my hope, in briefe yea more than mine,
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Than come chaest sighes, a close record diuine,
Returne to mee, and I shall neuer dye.
If from young yeares shee gainde the garland gaye,
And wan the price, of all good giftes of grace:
If princely port, doe vertuous minde be wraie,
And royall power, be found by noble face,
If she bee borne, most happie graue and wise,
A Sibill sage, sent downe from heauens hie,
O smothring sightes, that faine would close mine eyes,
Returne to mee, so shall I neuer die.
And wan the price, of all good giftes of grace:
If princely port, doe vertuous minde be wraie,
And royall power, be found by noble face,
If she bee borne, most happie graue and wise,
A Sibill sage, sent downe from heauens hie,
O smothring sightes, that faine would close mine eyes,
Returne to mee, so shall I neuer die.
If most vpright, and faire of forme shee bee,
That may beare life, and sweetest manner showes,
Loues God, good men, and Countries wealth doth see,
A queene of kinges, all Christian princes knowes,
So iustly liues, that each man hath his owne,
Sets straight each state, that else would goe awrie:
Whereby her fame, abroad the world is blowne,
Then seace sad sighes, so shall I neuer die.
That may beare life, and sweetest manner showes,
Loues God, good men, and Countries wealth doth see,
A queene of kinges, all Christian princes knowes,
So iustly liues, that each man hath his owne,
Sets straight each state, that else would goe awrie:
Whereby her fame, abroad the world is blowne,
Then seace sad sighes, so shall I neuer die.
If shee the heart of Alexander haue,
The sharpe esprite, and hap of Haniball:
The constant mind, that Gods to Scipio gaue,
And Cæsars grace, whose triumphes passed all,
If in her thought, do dwell the iudgement great,
Of all that raignes, and rules from earth to skie:
(And sits this houre, in throne and regall seate),
Come sighes againe, your maister can not die.
The sharpe esprite, and hap of Haniball:
The constant mind, that Gods to Scipio gaue,
And Cæsars grace, whose triumphes passed all,
If in her thought, do dwell the iudgement great,
Of all that raignes, and rules from earth to skie:
(And sits this houre, in throne and regall seate),
Come sighes againe, your maister can not die.
If she be found, to tast the pearcing ayr,
In heat in colde, in frost, in snowe and rayne:
As diamond, that shines so passing faire,
That sunne nor moone, nor weather cannot staine:
If blastes of winde, and stormes to beautie yelde,
And this well springe, makes other fountaines drye,
(Turnes tides and floodes, to water baraine feeld,)
Come sighes then home, I liue and cannot die.
In heat in colde, in frost, in snowe and rayne:
As diamond, that shines so passing faire,
That sunne nor moone, nor weather cannot staine:
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And this well springe, makes other fountaines drye,
(Turnes tides and floodes, to water baraine feeld,)
Come sighes then home, I liue and cannot die.
If her great giftes, doth daunt dame fortunes might,
And she haue caught, the hayres and head of hap:
To others hard, to her a matter light,
To mount the cloudes, and fall in honours lap.
If shee her selfe, and others conquers too,
Liues long in peace, and yet doth warre defie:
As valiaunt kinges, and vertuous victors doe,
Then sighe no more, o heart I cannot die.
And she haue caught, the hayres and head of hap:
To others hard, to her a matter light,
To mount the cloudes, and fall in honours lap.
If shee her selfe, and others conquers too,
Liues long in peace, and yet doth warre defie:
As valiaunt kinges, and vertuous victors doe,
Then sighe no more, o heart I cannot die.
If such a prince, abase her highnesse than,
For some good thing, the world may gesse in mee:
And stoupes so low, too like a sillie man,
That little knowes, what Princes grace may bee.
If shee well waie, my faith and seruice true,
And is the iudge, and toutch that gold shall trie:
The colour cleere, that neuer changeth hue,
Heart sigh no more, I liue and may not dye.
For some good thing, the world may gesse in mee:
And stoupes so low, too like a sillie man,
That little knowes, what Princes grace may bee.
If shee well waie, my faith and seruice true,
And is the iudge, and toutch that gold shall trie:
The colour cleere, that neuer changeth hue,
Heart sigh no more, I liue and may not dye.
If I doe vse, her fauour for wy weale,
By reason off, her gracious countenance still:
And from the sunne, a little light I steale,
To keepe the life, in lampe to burne at will.
If robberie thus, a true man may commit,
Both I and mine, vnto her merits flie:
If I presume, it springes for want of wit,
Excuse mee than, sad sighes or else I die.
By reason off, her gracious countenance still:
And from the sunne, a little light I steale,
To keepe the life, in lampe to burne at will.
If robberie thus, a true man may commit,
Both I and mine, vnto her merits flie:
If I presume, it springes for want of wit,
Excuse mee than, sad sighes or else I die.
If she do know, her shape in heart I beare,
Engraude in breast, her grace and figure is
Yea day and night, I thinke and dreame each where,
On nothing else, but on that heauenly blisse,
If so transformde, my mind and body liues,
But not consumde, nor finde no cause to cry.
And waite on her, that helpe and comfort giues.
Than come poore sighes, your maister shall not die.
Engraude in breast, her grace and figure is
Yea day and night, I thinke and dreame each where,
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If so transformde, my mind and body liues,
But not consumde, nor finde no cause to cry.
And waite on her, that helpe and comfort giues.
Than come poore sighes, your maister shall not die.
If she behold, that here I wish no breath,
But liue all hers, in thought in word and deede:
Whose fauour lost, I craue but present death,
Whose grace attaind, lean soule full fat shall feede.
If any cause, doe keepe her from my sight,
I know no world, my selfe I shall deny,
But if her torch, doe lend my candle light,
Heart sigh no more, the body doth not die.
But liue all hers, in thought in word and deede:
Whose fauour lost, I craue but present death,
Whose grace attaind, lean soule full fat shall feede.
If any cause, doe keepe her from my sight,
I know no world, my selfe I shall deny,
But if her torch, doe lend my candle light,
Heart sigh no more, the body doth not die.
But if by death, or some disgrace of mine,
Through enuies sting, or false report of foes.
My view be bard, from that sweete face diuine.
Beleeue for troth, to death her seruant goes,
And rather sure, than I should ill conceiue:
Sighes mount to skies, you know the cause and why.
How here below, my lusty life I leaue,
Attend me there, for wounded heart must die.
Through enuies sting, or false report of foes.
My view be bard, from that sweete face diuine.
Beleeue for troth, to death her seruant goes,
And rather sure, than I should ill conceiue:
Sighes mount to skies, you know the cause and why.
How here below, my lusty life I leaue,
Attend me there, for wounded heart must die.
If shee beleeue, without her presence heere,
That any thing, may now content my minde:
Or thinke in world, is sparke of gladsome cheere,
Where shee is not, nor I her presence finde:
But all the ioyes, that man imagine may,
As handmaides wayt, on her heere vnder sky,
Then sighes mount vp, to heauens hold your way,
And stay me there, for I of force must die.
That any thing, may now content my minde:
Or thinke in world, is sparke of gladsome cheere,
Where shee is not, nor I her presence finde:
But all the ioyes, that man imagine may,
As handmaides wayt, on her heere vnder sky,
Then sighes mount vp, to heauens hold your way,
And stay me there, for I of force must die.
If I may feare, that fragill beauty light,
Or semblance faire, is to be doubted sore:
Or my vaine youth, may turne with fancies might,
Or sighes full falles, fains griefe or torment more:
Than heart doth feele, then angry stars aboue,
Doe band your selues, gainst me in heauens hie.
And rigor worke, to conquer constant loue,
Mount vp poore sighes, here is no helpe I die.
Or semblance faire, is to be doubted sore:
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Or sighes full falles, fains griefe or torment more:
Than heart doth feele, then angry stars aboue,
Doe band your selues, gainst me in heauens hie.
And rigor worke, to conquer constant loue,
Mount vp poore sighes, here is no helpe I die.
And so sad sighes, the witnes of my thought,
If loue finde not, true guerdon for good will:
Ere that to graue, my body shalbe brought,
Mount vp to clowds, and there abide me still,
But if good hope, and hap some succour send,
And honor doth, my vertuous minde supply,
With treble blisse, for which I long attend,
Returne good sighes, I meane not now to die.
If loue finde not, true guerdon for good will:
Ere that to graue, my body shalbe brought,
Mount vp to clowds, and there abide me still,
But if good hope, and hap some succour send,
And honor doth, my vertuous minde supply,
With treble blisse, for which I long attend,
Returne good sighes, I meane not now to die.
FINIS.
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