SINETES Passions upon his fortunes, offered for an Incense at the shrine of the Ladies which guided his distempered thoughts.  
The Patrons pathetical Posies, Sonnets, Maddrigals, and Rondelays. Together with Sinetes D●…mpe.  
Plena verecundi culpa pudoris erat.  
By ROBERT PARRY Gent.  
AT LONDON Printed by T. P. for William Holme, and are to be sold on Ludgate hill at the sign of the holy L●…mbe, 1597.   

¶ To the right worshipful John Salisbury of Lleweni Esquire for the Body to the Queen's most excellent Majesty.  

THe Hope of these, and glass of future times,  
O Heros which even envy itself admir's,  
Vouchsafe to guard, & patronize my rhymes,  
My humble rhyme, which nothing else desir's;  
But to make known the greatness of thy mind,  
To honours throne that ever hath been inclined.   

give leave a while unto my breathing Muse.  
To pause upon the accent's of her smart,  
From the respite of this short-taken truce,  
For to record the actio●…s of my Heart:  
Which vowed hath, to manifest thy worth,  
That noble fruits to future age brings forth.   

Even thou alone, which strengthn'st my repose,  
And d●…est give life unto my dead desire,  
Which malice daunt'ste, that did thy fame oppose,  
Now, with reviving hope, my quill inspire:  
So he may write, and I may glory sing,  
That time, in time, may pluck out envy's sting.   

Renowned Patron, my wailing verse,  
To whose protect I fly for friendly aid,  
Vouchsafe to hear, while I my woes rehearse:  
Then my poor muse, will never be dismayed,  
To countenance the babbling Echoes frown,  
That future age may ring of thy renown.   

I that erewhile with Pan his hinds did play,  
And tuned the note, that best did please my mind,  
Content to sing a shepherds Round-delay;  
Now by thy might, my Muse the way did find,  
With Maddrigals, to store my homely style,  
Gra●…ed with th'applause, of thy well graced smile.   

Even thou I say, whose travail hope doth yield,  
That honours worth, may reap a due reward,  
Which flies with native plume unto the field;  
Whose pains deserves thy countries just regard:  
Time cannot dash, nor envy blemish those,  
Whom on fam's strength, have built their chiest repose,   

'tis only that, which thou mayst claim thine own,  
Devouring time, cannot obscure the same,  
In future age by this thou mayst be known,  
When as posterities renew thy fame:  
Then thou being dead, s●…alt life a new possess,  
When works nor words, thy worthiness express,   

Then shall my time a sort of strength remain,  
To shield the flourish of thy high renown,  
That ruins force may ne'er graces' stain●…,  
Which with fame's sound, shall through the world be blown:  
If that th'ocean which includes our style,  
Would passage grant out of this noble Isle.   

For steling time of muses low remain.  
Will from the fountain of her chief conceit,  
Still out the fame, through Limbeck of my brain,  
That glory takes the honour to repeat:  
Whose subject though of royal accents bard,  
Yet to the same, vouchsafe thy due reward,   

So shall myself, and Pen, bequeath their toil,  
To sing, and write prays, which itself shall praise,  
Which time with cutting Scythe, shall never spoil,  
That often worthy Heros fame delays:  
And I encouraged by thy applause,  
Shall teach my muse on higher things to pause.    

Upon the Author's muse.  

IF Poets with pen do purchase praise,  
Let Pa●…rie then possess his part:  
Whose Posies rate, report doth raise,  
To Pernasse Mount of due desert.  
In house of fame he ought have place,  
If Ovid e'er deserved that grace.  
His pleasant vain, his phrases fine,  
Sententious eke, in verse and prose:  
That they include some grace divine,  
His former doings do well disoose.  
With his sweet Muse, & lovely lays,  
Who may compare in these out days.  
But chiefly his SINETES now,  
Hath moved his muse her prize to play.  
As if therein she had made a vow,  
Some p●… p●…ie to display.  
There Cupid's k●…ke are lively seen,  
With Venus' bai●…es, that lovely Queen.  
Then Momus moment; & Zoilus cease,  
And foul Mouth Theon leave to rail:  
Seeing Parries pen, the best doth please,  
What doth your carping then avail.  
Whom valiant Lion doth protect:  
May well all craving Curs reject.   
Habet scintilla calorem. Hu. Gry.   

Upon Sinetes Passions.  

AH Love, fond love, false love, deceitfu love,  
Unkind, unto the kind, to friend a foe:  
A Tyrant, loyal lovers do thee prove,  
And faithful hearts, thou fillest full of woe.  
Ah blind love: bliud, but not in wounding blind,  
Yea blind for why? thy friends thou dost not see,  
Those which resist, thou lika a child dost flee,  
But they which yield thrice manlike do thee find,  
Still, Still a boy, delighting still to play,  
What play? to slay, what kind of play is this:  
So plays the hungry hawk, with taken pray:  
So plays the wily Cat with captive Miso.  
Sinetes mournful Muse doth this descry,  
His hapless hapes my plaints do justify.   

The bloody bear, which rangeth in the wood,  
Doth cease to rage, when that she hath her fill:  
The hungry wolf, which oft is bathed in blood,  
When greedy paunch is glutted leaves to kill.  
But Cupid, whom men call the god of love,  
(Unjustly call: nay, do most justly call:  
For why, he loves to kill, whom? those which love)  
He daily kills, & is not filled at all.  
What thing is rare? to see a Tyrant old,    

In praise of the Book.  

CVupid is old, though he a Tyrant be:  
What old? nay young, we Cupid still behold,  
Though young in sight, yet Tyrant old is he.  
Old may he be, and tyrants wages have,  
Which thousands have untimely sent to gra●….   

Happy thou art, Sinetes though unhappies  
Unhappy were the haps, which thee befell,  
Happy yet in this, that learned Parrye,  
Thy hapless haps, in sugared songs doth tell.  
Thou shrouded art, under the Lion's wing,  
Whose noble Name, all carping curs will quail,  
Now neither Zoil▪ privily back biting,  
Not Momus barks against thee shall prevail.  
Sing boldly then, sing (pleasant Nightingale)  
Sweet warbling tunes, and heavenly harmony:  
Fear not filthy birds, which would annoy thee,  
Ioues Eagle, will thee shend against them all.  
Parrye thou pend'st, the Muses did indite,  
They sweetly song, their sweet songs thou didst write.   
H. P. gentleman.   

In praise of the Book.  

Fair Philomele her ratishment hath song▪  
But Parry ravisheth with musefull tunes,  
No sooner hath his praise with flourish sprung,  
With Daphins bosom st●…ft with sweet perfumes,  
But forth his nectar-feasting poezie blooms,  
And eke the Delion harper doth lament,  
In Passions poor SINETES discontent.   

Amored shepherds wonder at thy wit,  
And to thy piping lend their listening ear,  
And in thy praise the mûses frame a writ,  
Therefore I thought my rûder lines to tear,  
And skilless rhyming bid my hand forbear:  
But little candles give their glimmering light,  
As well as torches in the brighter sight.   
W. R. Gent.   

In praise of the Book.  

THe rarest gifts need not a Trump to sound,  
For fame itself will undertake the praise,  
The sun needs not a light for to be founder;  
But in the height of Sphere gives light always:  
Fly then thou work no soil shall thee disgrace,  
And why thy worthy patron is thy fort,  
Thou needs not shun t'approachapproach into each place,  
Twy flowering bloom of wit shall thee report.  
Thy wise and deep conceits need not be graced,  
For dainty choice here found each fancies please,  
Thy minds repose may never be defaced,  
Each fancy then thy fancy's fame will ●…aise.  
O that my tongue could duly raise thy fame,  
Yet after age at large shall do the same.   
H. P. Gent.   

In praise of the Book.  

O Flove of joy of solace sweet and pleasant vain,  
That wanted was thy sugared muse to write and sing,  
Both Sonnets Maddrigals with dainty ditties plain,  
What sudden chance hath moved to change thy style what thing.  
If Prince prelate peer and Parry discontent,  
Complains a like 'gainst froward fortunes bad intent.  
Compier, full many shalt thou find with there estate;  
Both discontented bear and blame their direful fate.  
When all things altar kind that subject be to change.  
Then love the joy shall likewise turn to sorrow strange.   
T. S. Esq.   

In praise of the Book:  

SWeet is the pain which virtuous travel brings,  
High is the place which wisdom doth commend,  
Sower is the ease of vices root that springs:  
Love is the sea●…e which idleness doth lend.   

None getteth wealth that puts not from the shore,  
Pain breedeth honour, virtue winneth fame,  
Glory doth follow, courage goes before,  
Though oft the vent, answer not the same.   

Virtuous attempts are void of all shame,  
The base whom means obscurely doth keep,  
lives void of honour, dies without name,  
And in eternal darkness ever he doth sleep.  
Therefore SINETES ti's then no blot,  
With mournful Passions to lament thy lot.   
R. S. Esq.   

In praise of the Book.  

THou O too cruel guide of lovers train,  
Proud in thy tyranny on yielded hearts,  
When shall thy thralls forget to mourn and plain?  
When wilt thou cease to hurl hateful darts?  
Shall all the earth sing through her spacious parts,  
From out the mouth of every fordon swain,  
That thou in steed of love, breed'st hellish pain,  
Thou dire Usurper of celestial arts.   

Shall heavenly Posy be profaned still,  
In woes description to thy peevish will,  
Wilt thou in steed of love, true lovers kill,  
Far be it from a God to do thus ill.  
No PARRY no, he doth but show thee sorrow,  
That from woes darkness, joy more light may borro●….   
W. M. Esq.   

PASSION. I.  

FIne ripe coceyts forsake the wearied miude,  
And fancies fail, when sorrows surges sway  
My pen bathed in the waves of griefs unkind  
Must write of moan, of ruin & decay:  
A tragic note doth fit a tragic chance,  
A heavy heart with sorrows pipe must dance.   

Like PELICAN I wander all alone,  
The desert woods and wilderness so wild,  
To senseless groves, I cry and make my moan,  
Even from my thoughts all hope is quite e●…il'd,  
Left thus to mourn the skriching owl keeps time?  
With doleful notes that to the heavens do climb.   

Notes that bewail the griefs of careful heart,  
That charge my mind with heaps of deep annoy,  
Which unto none I vowed to impart,  
But unto you my drenching dolours joy:  
Keep ladies keep the closet of my grief,  
Yield Ladies yield, for sorrow some relief.   

No dark despair may drown my drowsy hope,  
If you give life unto my dead desire,  
Nor aught may daunt my mind, if you give scope,  
To pities floods to quench the kindled fire:  
Fortune is blind and will not see my pain,  
Time hath a salve to cure the same again.    

PASSION.  

Ripe grief hath grafted in slumbering hearts disp,  
What still increase the motions of my care,  
Think I of salves my sorrows to impair:  
Then fearful fitt●… the torments rack prepare;  
For him that would presume to think of good,  
When dark despair drowned hope in sorrows flo●…   

Seas, floods, and waves, of fortunes weakefull sco●….  
Cease not to roar, to swell, to toss with wind,  
Of baleful hap, (which increase the surge,  
Of sharp disgrace) where perils ford I find:  
For to augment the terror of my pain,  
Where hope of nought but carking care remain,   

The stock is dead, whereon the imp was grafted,  
Which bear the fruit, that wont sores did cure,  
The graft must die, so must the fruit be laft  
Naked to pinc, and nipping fiostes endure:  
The branch consumes when perished stock doth fail,  
When sap is gone how can the growth prevail.   

My sap is gone which nourishment did yield,  
My withered fruit doth fall before his time,  
I am the graff which want my wont shield  
For stock decayed I have no root to climb:  
Lend ladies now your doleful notes each 〈◊〉  
Pity at least though not assuage my mo●…    

PASSION. III.  

〈◊〉 Nymphs in mournful sables dressed  
Nith pliant pipes sound doleful music note,  
●…ewayle your shepherds fare, that thus oppressed,  
〈◊〉 increase of sorrows set a float:  
〈◊〉 course doth scarce abide the tu●…ch of time,  
〈◊〉 wearied heart endured the baleful chime.   

●…he sound of chime doth sound in loathed ears,  
●…could endure such cruel sound to hear,  
●…hich doth increase a heap of dreadful fears.  
Where to my soul dark horror doth appear:  
Long passed cares renew again their course,  
Fates fatal chance doth change from bad to worse.   

A happy man had I ne'er happy been,  
For fortunes s●…le did cause my greatest fall,  
To purchase ease by new increase of sin;  
Were for to make my soul, my bodies th●…all:  
Hap then what may, let fortune frown or smile,  
●…res cruel scourge shall not my mind defile.   

〈◊〉 shrines I fill with volumes of my grief,  
〈◊〉 de I crave to quench the burning fire,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 brought to CACAS some relief;  
〈◊〉 ●…orts may revive my dead desire:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hope by fortunes passed change,  
〈◊〉 ●…mes the d●…arts wild to range.    

PASSION. FOUR  

Night's rest is bard with wearied thoughts control,  
The pillow moans bathed in my drenching tears,  
The sheets bear guilt of my distressed soul,  
Wherein is wrapped a multitude of fears,  
When stealing nap doth close my drowfie eyes,  
Then starting, fear saith it is time to rise.   

If sleep at all possess my victual parts,  
Then dreadful dreams with ghastly sights appear,  
Which do present the cause that wrought my smarts:  
And do a fresh renew forgotten fear;  
I sleep in pain, I watch in wretched grief,  
Lyef's in despair sith hope forbids relief.   

When cursed thoughts there careful couch forsake,  
Confused heaps of new increasing sores.  
Like wildfier tossed in PHLEGETON'S fiery lake,  
Or ship that stirs 'gainst raging stream with oars:  
So doth my heart with sorrowing sobs near spent,  
Strive with the course that cares command hath sent.   

My moan I make where pities bower is built,  
Your gentle breasts is mercy's chair of state,  
A Butt of bane which ne'er for lack is tilt:  
Yields fresh supplies unto my frowning fate,  
Then fortune then clear once this smothing air,  
With salves of hope, after this long despair.    

PASSION. V  

SOund TRITON forth thy heavy doleful knell,  
That, rings a peal of e'er enduring woe,  
No vacant place but baleful ECHOES fill:  
My heart is made a harbour for the foe:  
That yieldeth food unto my cursed cares,  
And poison strong with honey joined prepares.   

heavens show your power, earth tremble at my cry,  
And stony rocks be molyfied with moan,  
The rural Gods with mournful melody,  
Lament my chance, bewail choice each one,  
Your shepherd swain in sables clad with care,  
Doth for the dead some mourning weeds prepare.   

The lining doth presage his dying dole,  
His life is death while others reap his toil,  
Who hath not power himself for to control,  
Is sure the fruit of some aacursed soil,  
His tongue too long, his wisdom is too short,  
Who rues in deed the thing he spoke in sport.   

But Ladies yet condemn not his desire,  
Though passed deeds his present grief pro●●re,  
And lare mishhapps yield fuel to his fire,  
That scant he can the scorching heat endure,  
Whose aid he craves to mollify his pain,  
With pleasant sport of some conceited vain,    

PASSION. VI  

INtract of time is pierced the hardest fliut,  
Not by the force but by the dropings fall,  
My griefs from raging rigour never stint:  
And can I then endure such cursed thrall?  
It were a hell to think of such a pain,  
Which nought but cares doth wrest from gored vain●…▪   

vain is my vain, yet void of vain delight,  
Cursed is the chance that chayngeth to extreme,  
Unhappy man, subject to Fortune's might,  
Can nought but grief my fatal grief redeem,  
Then welcome grief though death more welcome wear,  
Whose force at once might e●…d tormenting fear.   

Fear, which doth fret the weary crazed heart,  
More than the pain, that torment can procure,  
The heavens I call for to record my smart.  
That thus long did such agonies endure●…  
Leave to ●…aye, love to be just ye skie●…,  
And martyr those that do your power despise.   

Skies filled with flame, of fiery fretting ire,  
That kindled wrath into my pensive soul,  
In LUCAN'S forge which frameth deep desire,  
To sell my life for Fortune's blessed dole;  
Y●… dole, I c●…e sweet Ladie●… to assuage,  
The dism●… 〈◊〉 of JANUS daughters rag●….    

PASSION. VII.  

SCarce warm I burn, yet frieze in fiery flame,  
Displeased still, I rest content withal,  
Yet malcontent again, even with the same;  
What freedom wrought, eftsoones hath made me thrall,  
Thus contrary these coutraries I taste,  
Thus borne to bear I live my life to waste.   

Life is a death, when dolours taste doth sway.  
And death a life to such as crosses bear,  
My thread is spoon to be the VVLTV●… spray,  
That Tigerlike▪ my ●…ell death doth swear:  
Thoughts, force my lingering life, to wear and pine,  
Conceit will kill the stoutest heart in fine.   

Distressed thus, my light-some hope is past,  
And darkness doth with horror now appear,  
Master the ship that hath a broken Mast:  
Through darkest clouds Sons golden beams are clear.  
So let the beams and beauty of your grace,  
Shine through the mist that doth my joy deface.   

Hid not the glass with any wooden case,  
Let virtues minds some virtues works bring forth,  
Do not sweet Nymphs your noble minds embase,  
With any act that shall not be of worth,  
But let your son shine to your shepherds case,  
The praise is yours, if you his grief appease.    

PASSION. VIII.  

wayfaring thus in wilderness of care,  
My woeful mind, with thorns of discontent,  
Doth yield new thoughts, which torments new prepare,  
Then I begin a gain for to lament:  
Where first began the Period of my fall,  
There first I pause; and rue the sum of all.   

Thus do I mourn, thus do I moan my days.  
And itt'terate still my heaps of deep annoy,  
Thus do I live, and living love to praise:  
The thing which doth my comforts hope destroy,  
How can I live and lead this weary life?  
When life increase, and death might end the strife.   

O blessed death, would death but hear my cry,  
And secure lend, to such as secure want,  
O happy man yflingering misery:  
Had once an end my dolours to supplant,  
Yet would I fear least death would me forsake,  
And loathed life my carcase dead awake.   

Whom heavens do spite & earths disdain despise,  
He whilom lived in pleasures pleasant bower,  
With patience the low again may rise,  
The fretting horse is spent within an hour:  
For all extremes do work extreme effects,  
And contrary yield contrary aspects.    

PASSION. IX.  

IF wailing may appease the wrathful Gods,  
And pity move the tyranized heart,  
My scourged mind with fiery burning rods,  
May pay the tribute of my restless smart,  
With sacrifice of salt and brinish tears,  
Which yield new life to late departed fears.   

No flood so heigh but hath as lo●… an ebb,  
No storm so great but hath a calm ensuys,  
No man so mad to weave his sorrows web,  
And being condemned his pardon will refuse:  
Floods, storms, and webs, of grief, of care, of paitre,  
Mayfall, may cease, may be undone again.   

Floods, storms, nor webs, of my new budding woe,  
Will fall, or cease, or be undone at all,  
The more I strive, the stronger is the bow,  
Which will not bend but to my greater fall:  
And still doth shoot the arrows of disdain,  
My hope being dead to wound, to kill again.   

Dead hope except my froward fortune change,  
Which bends her brow, and yields no hope to me,  
But that I must in wildest deserts range,  
With savage rude and Tigers to agree;  
No force, for there the Driads I shall find  
With musics note for to refresh my mind.    

PASSION. X.  

Leave soul to mourn for that which hath no cure,  
It is in vain to strive against the wind,  
Set up thy rest; that nothing can endure,  
In such extremes, except it be assigned,  
Bv th'imperial powers that guide the stars,  
To try thee here that send such deadly wars.   

These miseries un-thought approached the place,  
Where first I kened the pe●…ll which ensued,  
But all to late: for than did hope deface,  
My passedioyes which heavenly I view●…d:  
Looking astance on that which came behind,  
My heart penned up in sorrows fold I find.   

You Ladies than the Nurses of my hope,  
Which may assuage the swelling of my mind,  
Afford unto my captive soul some scope,  
Whom to your wills is willingly inclined,  
With firm repose of uncontrolled thought,  
Who, but your doom, accounteth all for nought.   

By PHOEBUS' beams, is cherished each wight,  
By PHOEBUS' beams, the dead obtaineth life,  
When ATROP cuts (which is our joys delight)  
The twisted twine with stroke of fatal knife:  
Can you not then help dead to life again,  
And comfortyeild that PHOEBUS' beams retain.    

PASSION. XI.  

O lamp that guides the circle of the globe,  
If pities fruit doth nestle in thy breast,  
Scorn not in pride, the humble to disrobe,  
With nakedness from his enjoyed rest;  
That willing yields unto thy sacred doom,  
Though web of care be knit in sorrows loom.   

You scoffing ECHOES that repeat my cry,  
And answer make when to the woods I moan,  
Yfanie say I feign, you may reply,  
And witness that under this curse I groan,  
Who better knows, if that the priest did ken,  
All that he ought? then clerk that said Amen.   

You are the Sextons of my hapless plaints,  
That say amen unto my doleful songs,  
And you do know, my Ladies are the saints▪  
(With sweet conceits) that may redress my wrongs,  
Applaud their praise, record my deep despair,  
With shrill, short sound, of new abrupted air,   

Nay prating sound cease for to brag my pain,  
Thou hast no skill to itterat my smart,  
Let such repeat that hath a copio us vain,  
Th'extremest pangs and languor of my heart;  
My Ladies may express my inward grief,  
Whose changed note may sound me some relief.    

PASSION. XII.  

Waste is the soil where nought but thistles grow,  
And barren ground will nothing yield but weeds,  
Unhappy is such that soweth not to mow,  
When hope is lost in care, than comfort bleeds;  
Waste soil, void hope, thistles and weeds increase,  
In my minds waste, that waste for want of peace.   

Peace with my soul (although my body wars)  
Would qualify the rigour of my pain,  
But that I want and must endure the scars,  
To rankle, which do now begin again,  
When ulcers bleed, than dangers do ensue,  
And careful thoughts my bleeding sores renew.   

Renewed thus I count the clock of care,  
No minute passed without the taste of smart,  
Not as the dial, which doth oft declare:  
The time to pass, yet not perceived to stait;  
Poets feign, time swiftly to fly away,  
Yet time is slow, when sorrow surges sway.   

As rotten rags being dipped, the water draws,  
By soaking fits out of the vessel clean,  
Even so from me doth sorrows droth (which thaws,  
Mycongealed heart, with cruel cursed speene)  
Soak out the juice and moisture of my brain,  
For dropping eyes can not from tears refrain.    

PASSION. XIII.  

GVyded by fit●…s, with melancholy look,  
I lay me down upon the winding bank,  
To hear the music of the running brook,  
And smell the grass that was both fresh and rank:  
There I complain, there ●…ament my state,  
That thus am crossed with fortunes deadly hate   

Then to the brook, I thus begin to moan,  
Thou warbling stream that dost refresh my care,  
To my dis●…led grief, and dost alone,  
Give place, and passage free prepare:  
The same to bring unto the boundless Seas,  
Which there attend Sir NE●…TVNS mind to please.   

Thou searching scowrer of the grossest mould,  
And element most subtle, fresh, and pure,  
That windest about dame TERRA thousand-fold,  
Behold the martyrdom which I endure:  
That passeth through the Limbeck of my heart,  
And sets my mind, with force of gauled smart.   

Say to thyself in still and silent sort,  
Doth fortune thus SINETES true confound?  
Ah Goddess blind that loves such cruel sport,  
To thy dishonour this will sure redounded,  
Leave of, knit thy bended brows on him,  
That daily doth in seas of sorrows swim.    

PASSION. XIIII.  

HArpies, and hags, torment my fearful ghost,  
No part is freed, from horror, and despair,  
My carcase thus in CHARON'S boat is tossed,  
MEDUSA doth with cursed snaky hair,  
Trans-na●…ue quite, the virtue of my mind,  
Unto a stone, that is deaf, dumb, and blind.   

Might but my soul enjoy the fruit of rest,  
And purge the sting, that wrought my bitter bane,  
That hope mihht once my desperate mind invest,  
And strenngth increase, to banish thoughts profane:  
Then would I joy to see such happy day,  
That once I might be freed from decay.   

Sure I believe, though joy could banish care,  
And that I might possess a quiet mind,  
And should wind out myself from sorrows sna●…e,  
To cleanse my thoughts from fruits of errors blind:  
Yet would remembrance of my passed pain,  
Where grief I left, force to begin again.   

Then were my case far worse than before,  
For ulcers cut yield corrosives extreme,  
Salves hardly can, the former health restore,  
And nought but death can to●…tur'd minds redeem:  
Then must I rest contented with my lot,  
Si●…h sorrows now can not dissolve the knot.    

PASSION. XV.  

BEnighted thus with clouds of new-sprong charge,  
My swelling heart (puff●…d up by force of heat,  
Suppressed) did burn, till tears did fire enlarge;  
Then water quenched the flame, and frost the sweat;  
A doleful choice of two evils one to name,  
To f●…ie in frost or freeze in fiery flame.   

The time was come, that all my joys should end,  
Then straying to me was this un-wonted care,  
And so much more my scalding sighs I spend:  
For as I could I did my mind prepare;  
For to endure these floods of deep annoy,  
That drowned my hope, and robbed me of my joy.   

O time accursed that e'er I knew that day,  
Which hath disrobed my mind of sweet content,  
For than were hatched the birds of my decay:  
When un-awares my listening ear I lent,  
To SIRENS song, and CIRCE'S cursed charms,  
That trained my mind, to work his masters harms.   

No music than could better please mine ear,  
Nor object seem more precious to mine eye,  
Then that which did my cruel torments rear,  
Where but content I nothing could espy,  
Yet fairest flowers have filthy Adder's nest,  
And I have found in pleasures vain unrest.    

PASSION. XVI.  

Yielding consent having unlocked the gate,  
The guard which kept my mind in reason's fold,  
Then fond desire wrought in my Mind debate,  
How of my friends I might live uncontroulde:  
To folly then the restrained rains I lent,  
Of liberty, which now I do repent.   

What toys so vain which then I did not taste,  
What act so bad I would not seem to prove,  
I thought that time could never my joys waste:  
Nor check the pride of mine untamed love  
Till on a heap my joys and follies toll,  
The Bell of care, my loving joys control.   

Then ga●… I sigh, even with a sad lament,  
And pause upon the remnent of my life,  
Then that seemed great which jest did discontent:  
When as repentance sharpened sorrows Knife,  
To ex●…te the judgement of the law,  
On him, thereof that never stood in awe.   

When friends forsook, and enemies did pry,  
To work revenge for some un-modest part,  
Then 'gan my soul, with sorrows to descry:  
The guilt of sin, that lodged in my heart,  
Whose memory did rack my senses so;  
That streched they were beyond the bonds of woe.    

PASSION. XVII.  

ENgendr●…d grief from seed of pleasures vain,  
Enforcing still the agents of my smart,  
From sins aspect, my mind could not refrain,  
For fretting lust did cynge my broiled heart,  
Till loath to yield, yet could not choice but yield,  
When as remorse perforce did win the field.   

Then of two harms making a choice of one,  
To salve my soul, I pawned my life a thrall,  
And gave consent to that which makes me moan,  
Whereof proceeds the fruit of bitter gall,  
Which penned my mind that s●…ared in the skies,  
In basest sold, where in despair it lies.   

An abject thrown before the face of wrath,  
That date not view what I of late enjoyed,  
Of newcut grass nought but a rotten swath,  
After the rain the virtue hath destroyed,  
My drooping thoughts forsake their wont se●…,  
And back decline their sorrows to repeat.   

Thus feeling smart opens the new s●…ar'd vain,  
That bled so fast till life's blood near is spent,  
And now inclos●…d in Labyrinth of pain,  
I still expect the MIMOTAV●… to rend,  
The bonds which do restrain my liberty,  
Closed in the ●…ue of woeful misery.    

PASSION. XVIII.  

LOng loathed looks, of my forepast life,  
Are glutted with the sense of fond desire,  
And discontent did aggravate my strife,  
When hope did stay, my stamring steps t'aspire:  
Being tied by faith my fatal fortune's woe,  
To this base chance; I must embrace my foe.   

Lo he which sometimes thought great scorn to se●…,  
Stamp made of purest mould to frown on him,  
And thought the Queen of love might well agree,  
To taste his skill that in conceit did swim,  
And dee●…'d a toy, for to deserve a smile,  
Of coyest she that e'er did man beguile.   

Whose overweening wits and cake aspiring though,  
Like finest law●…e which wanteth not his brack,  
By fortune's spite was suddenly ou'r-raught,  
And swelling sail endured the greater wrack:  
The greater oak the louder is his fall,  
The higher mind th' uneasier is the thrall:   

The silly fly in spiders web i●…hrauld,  
The more he strives the more entangled lies,  
Even so my mind that with conceit is galled,  
No way to scape the Labyrinth he spies,  
The more he seeks his follies to avoid,  
The more he loves the fruit himself au●…oyde.    

PASSION. XIX.  

IF fortunes cross be bitter to endure,  
That frets the mind which tasteth her despite,  
The same being past, when changes new procure,  
Some offer which might wearied mind delight,  
But that fore-chance, his latter fate prevent,  
Then will he rue the fruit of fond intent.   

The freeman thinks it small for to be bound,  
Not knowing then the danger which ensues,  
But freedom lost despair doth strait confound,  
Confused thoughts, which bring untimely news,  
For bondage come, and liberty being lost,  
What is the the thing whereof we then can boast.   

Who would not seem for to condemn his eye,  
That first did lust, and heart that gave consent,  
When fruit thereof proves seed of misery,  
But more when as some kindly glances lent,  
Yield constant hope if that his mind were free,  
Some better hap in time obtained might be.   

You judges of my heavy doleful song,  
To whose g●…e dooms myself I do submit,  
If worth, may not obtain his worth; 'tis wrong,  
Such is the fate of those which daily flit:  
Such was my cha●…ce to make my prime●… choice,  
That to be 〈◊〉 I only might rejoice.    

PASSION. XX.  

zeal is but cold, where love-lesse law restraine●…,  
The soaring Hawk, to cease upon his prey,  
Which from the fruit of his intent refraine●…,  
Expecting once for to behold the day:  
Which being expired may yield some hope of rest,  
If future haps may be foretold jest.   

So SIEILL said, SINETES doubted thee,  
She did affy●…me, he still did fear the worse,  
She prophesied a freedom of his woe,  
And he did doubt that fate would alter course:  
For though on him that Fortune false did smile,  
Yet sure he thought it was but to beguile.   

MEDEA did make AESON young again,  
She thought to gain a daughter's name therefore,  
But she that doth a daughter's name obtain,  
With art can not her father's weal restore:  
For bond he is, and freedom cannot sway,  
Except that he who gave do take away.   

Sweet ladies then what help is to be had,  
That time decreed may once be expired,  
But that mean time you do with comforts glad,  
And deign a smile where no more is desired,  
Yield poor SINETES hope though in his grave,  
That in your minds his worths you will engrave.    

PASSION. XXI.  

Aggrieved in grave of minds dispayting cross,  
Not in the grave which cancelleth annoy,  
If fate will not again restore his loss,  
The fatal grave, he craveth to enjoy:  
For fortune doth bu●… spite, to smile again,  
When former frowns, did cut the artery vain.   

Suppose you came unto a gard●…n fine,  
And might there choose one of the fairest flowers,  
So choice being made as fancy did incline,  
Yet walking there to view the fruitful bowers,  
Amongst those groves, a thousand flowers you find,  
Then former choice better to please your mind.   

Where fight is free, but handling, is denied,  
And if you touch, you may not taste the fruit,  
Though ne'er so feign, least Garden-keeper spied,  
And would ympeach your crime with blazing bruit,  
How much aggrieved would you be then in heart,  
That better choice befell not to your part.   

Would you not curse the rashness of your brain,  
That moved s●…each which could not be unsaide,  
And Fortune ban●… which laid this subtle train,  
When you did find how much you were betrayed:  
No doubt you would ●…hinke this a heavy cross.  
Except you might in choosing, change your choice▪    

PASSION. XXII.  

BEtrayed thus with lust of luring sight,  
The flower is cropped which now I may not change,  
The garden's free to view what might delight.  
But passed c●…oice restrains my mind to range:  
So that beholding still what I desire:  
It fuel yields unto the kindled fire.   

The memory of what I might obtain!  
If I were free, extenuates my joy,  
This is the root of mine endured pain,  
Though this be great, yet not my chief annoy,  
With daily showers, new weeds spring, and increase,  
Which fruit out-growes, and future hope decrease.   

Envying fortune thrice be thou accursed,  
Who not content to make me what I am,  
Amongst the mean to be accounted worst,  
That from one bad, unto a worse came,  
And heaped coals a new upon my head,  
To bring me home unto my loathed bed.   

Bed of disgrace, when stealing time gave light,  
Discovering the messages of fame,  
Which witness bore how dear I bought delight,  
That for good will enjoyed nought but blame:  
And paid therefore even at the dearest rate,  
For had I witted doth always come to late.    

PASSION. XXIII.  

Eclipsed with the blemish of disgrace,  
Comes ATROPOS the messenger of night,  
And saith I must, new sorrows now embrace,  
Who hath in charge to cancel my delight:  
A cruel doom thus to ou'rcharge my mind  
Where hope despairs true comforts fruit to find.   

If former cause did formal grief apply,  
And formal grief in time increased more,  
This triple cause of woeful misery,  
Will make me yield to cruel fortune's lore:  
That doth devise new tortures to increase,  
My martyrdom, the wrathful Gods to please.   

Might carcase crazed with battering engines noyde,  
Content (the strength being scaled and defaced,)  
The cruel executioner devoid,  
Of pities fruit, which justice ne'er embraced:  
Then Fortune would be wearied to torment,  
My wracked mind, thus clothed with sad lament.   

But sith I must endure these pains extreme,  
Now let me sigh and breathe this fatal doom,  
For death I crave this thraldom to redeame.  
If death would hear the cry of such a groom;  
If not, you Gods hear now my mournful verse,  
Wherein my cares with tears I do rehearse.    

PASSION. XXIIII.  

TRembling with fear my threadbare comfort left,  
To feed upon the object of my smart,  
And to repeat the cause which thus bereft,  
The hope, the joy, and comfort of my heart:  
Sing then with me such as will mourn and moan,  
Else I must sing with mourning tears alone.   

For Fortune's clouded-brow doth threatenings send,  
And scorning bands a smile from stormy face,  
Disdaining comforts of my cares to lend,  
Intending still to keep me in disgrace:  
As servile drudge to her commanding will,  
In cruel spites that hath a tried skill.   

O sacred muse with melody deplore,  
And deck the hearse with mournful ornaments,  
Which doth to me renewed grief restore,  
And filled my face with sorrows sad laments:  
Whose life was deer●…, whose death must be my dole,  
Which wrings my thoughts, and racks my vexed soul.   

You lovely sweets to whom I do appeal,  
Attire yourselves in Sables with the rest,  
For to assist with moan my burning zeal,  
The smoke whereof hath near my mind suppressed:  
In cloudy storms it yieldeth much relief,  
To have a friend for to impart our grief.    

PASSION. XXV.  

HECTOR in time did scour the greekish host,  
And made them flee like Bees unto the hive,  
Yet in the end his valiant mind did co●…t,  
The price of life, when rashly he did str●…ue.  
Against such power, that rather time would yield;  
Then force should want to vanquish him in field.   

Brave HERCULES whom CERBRUS might not tame,  
Can not withstand the dart of destiny,  
And rash attempts to gain a worthy name,  
Brings lofty minds to woeful misery;  
Ou'r-weening thought of a selfwilled mind,  
Hath made me lose, what more I cannot find.   

Brave man, brave mind, and fit to fear the foe,  
But words or deeds, with fate can not prevail,  
Pity it were, life should be prised so,  
For passed deeds, words cannot now avail:  
So it befell, so destiny assigned,  
They went before, and we must come behind.   

Again I call where aid I hope to have,  
To you I call that may my call command,  
Come tune your trebled notes of care I crave,  
And soothe the humour of a fond demand:  
If you do salve with comfort mine annoy,  
The praise is yours, though I the ease enjoy.    

PASSION. XXVI.  

WEaried with clouds of tempest-beaten sense,  
Whole armies of reproaches fill my sail,  
Marching with life, that hath but weak defence,  
But in despair I look not to prevail:  
For unto me befell a worse spite,  
Then any thing that yet my pen could write.   

Far worse it is then what is worst of all,  
Mine eye bewrays the care I take therefore,  
Th'anatomy of my accursed thrall,  
The more I strive the pain increaseth more,  
For that doth make the new healed scar to bleed,  
And wounds again; o would it killed with speed.   

Twice lanced sore the third time now is searched,  
The first was pain, which scant I could endure,  
The second hath my crazed carcase parched,  
The third and last did latest harm procure.  
And by as much the second past the first,  
Even by so much, or more, the last is worst:   

Three harms in one, conspired to betray,  
The guiltless thought, scant waned from despair,  
Scarce first had end, before the next did sway,  
Third came too soon his joys to ympaire;  
But last it was that most did vex my mind,  
Though former twain did not come much behind.    

PASSION. XXVII.  

O Pale death inexorable monster,  
That seized upon the remnant of my hope,  
Who can thy spites with gravest wisdom construe?  
That to thyself dost only give a scope,  
To choose the same that worst might be spared,  
And dost refuse those that are prepared.   

With cutting sith why hast thou racked together,  
The future hope of my declining state,  
And left me cut behind alone to whither,  
For to bewail the rigour of their fate?  
O gentle death now let me beg and crave,  
To follow them that now be closed in grave.   

Else if I live, let him that ruleth all,  
jove sole commander both of thee, and thine,  
Give thee in charge, remembrance for to fall,  
That racketh still this wracked heart of mine:  
Then may I hope some rest for to enjoy,  
Though loaden now with burdens of annoy.   

Fair choicest dames that patronize my joy,  
Now join with me, in prayer to JUPITER,  
That I may die, if dying may destroy,  
The living grief which leads me thus to err:  
Or if I live, let life be clothed so,  
That new attire may banish former woe.    

PASSION. XXVIII.  

LITICIOUS thoughts will grant no quiet rest.  
For care is close entombed in my mind,  
And memory of passed woes mole●…t,  
Such as in vain expect some ease to find:  
When ripping of the cares long passed and gone,  
Will make a fresh the stoutest heart to groan.   

improvident prosperity is caught,  
Within the net of new confused shame;  
For still the un-respective minds are fraught  
With heap of toy, that bring untimely blame;  
My follies first did lead me to this case,  
When I began to tread the lovers maze.   

Unwary peace on fat-fed pleasures stall,  
Whose wanton thought, made weak with lust & eas●…;  
Did guide my steps to this untimely thrall,  
And destiny my sorrows did increase:  
Being tangled thus in Labrinth of despair,  
New-sprong effects my joyed hope impair.   

Sing Muses, sing, the ruins of my time,  
Read in my face the Calendar of care,  
With tragic notes repeat my passed crime.  
My wrinkled brow records how hard I fate:  
All must consume so shall my care have end,  
When as no sap is left for life to spend,    

PASSION. XXIX.  

FOrc'd to endure the burden of my charge,  
Which loads my mind with more than I can bear,  
Drenched in despair, rowing'n cares cursed barge,  
I try the fords which dangers new do rearo:  
Wherein I wade too far for to return,  
For all in vain against the prick I spurn.   

Against the prick I spurn, the more I strive,  
The deeper wo●… it makes within my mind,  
For of true joy it doth my poor heart shrive,  
When fear doth lead and hope doth come behind,  
Thus like the Mermaid pained, I watch death's doom,  
And reereat myself with glass and come.   

With glass and comb I trifle thus the time,  
Fit babbles for those which are children twice,  
The flood of care, late filled with mud and slime,  
My swelling heart, which now begins to rise,  
Against her bank, and often doth rebel,  
When pains extreme do pleasure's sap expel.   

You handmaids which do wait on beauty's Queen.  
Or rather peers to beauty's excellence,  
In my distress you which so well are seen,  
For future harms now lend your providence:  
That though I pain, and pine eu●…n to my grave,  
Yet after I may hope some rest to have.    

PASSION. XXX.  

Reply and say my fortune is so base,  
That you disdain to lend me any aid,  
Sav it is so, such crosses to embrace,  
(Amidst those storms) I must not be afraude,  
But rather scorn, proud fortune to her face,  
Which thus with spite doth work my deep disgrace.   

Shall I now mourn for what cannot be had,  
Great folly were my labour so to lose,  
Nay rather seek some comfort for to glad,  
The drooping heart that knows not what to choose:  
For chances whose event be desperate,  
Redress craves speed, or else it comes too late.   

Too late the succour comes the fort being sacked,  
And comfort, when no comfort can prevail,  
Is torture to the mind alreadle racked,  
When in th'effect true comforts fruit doth fail:  
Then lend your aid before my wrack be such,  
That past recall the pains increase too much.   

Now must I stir to catch a lively hold,  
While fortune bends her frowning brow on me,  
Who cannot shift being young will ne'er be old,  
And he that strives with froward destiny:  
In fortune's front must seek a hold to find,  
Else 'twill not be: for she is bald behind.    

PASSION. XXXI.  

Eyes weep no more, heart breathe no sighing sobs,  
Cease to repeat o quill thy masters grief,  
The thief is known which hope of quiet robs:  
And courage must (not weakness) gain relief;  
Leave of to moan, with Fortune be content,  
No case is found by this thy sad lament.   

Tears cannot quench the heat of kindled fire.  
Nor sighing sobs restore thy former state,  
Pen cannot write the accents of desire,  
Nor courage quail the force of frowning fate:  
Yielding cannot help, force cannot prevail,  
Against the stormy winds no ship can sail.   

Envy not Death, he claimeth but his due,  
Fortune cannot her crabbed nature leave,  
Why dost thou then these sighing sobs renew,  
And fate revile that did thy hope deceive?  
Now debts are paid, call home thy wits again,  
Desire not that which thou shalt wish in vain.   

Thus rest content with this thy fatal chance,  
For that will check thy angry fortune's pride,  
With envies pipe that leads a scornful dance,  
And with disdain thy sorrows doth deride:  
With patience thou mayst ou'rcome at length,  
And more than this repose no trust in strength.    

PASSION, XXXII.  

suppose dear Dames you give me such advise,  
This cannot please the humour of my mind,  
For flesh is frail, and cannot thus despise,  
The thing whereto our nature is inclined:  
Nurture may strive, but nature must prevail;  
Well may I try, yet shall, not miss to fail.   

What if I should endeavour to entreat,  
Fortune no doubt would hear my careful cry,  
Sweet Fortune then give care I will repeat,  
The total some of this my misery:  
I want my will, I would what may not be,  
Unless thou dost yield some relief to me.   

I seek no more but quiet to enjoy,  
Yield me my right, and that is all I crave,  
Not to displease I do my mind employ,  
(With chastest thought) but comforts fruit to have,  
I seek and sue not to a Goddess blind,  
But unto thee in hope some ease to find.   

Some one will read that knoweth mine intent,  
Let such but pause and canvas my desert,  
And pity him which thus his youth hath spent.  
Then zealous thought of honour set apart:  
Give all their due and stain not virtues name,  
With trifling trash that bringeth but defame.    

PASSION. XXXIII.  

THe fit is come, my trembling flesh doth fear,  
These idle toys forerunners of my grief,  
Prognosticate what torment I must bear,  
I see me thinks the agents of relief,  
Repulsed by force of the tormentor's hand,  
Seeking in vain his strength for to withstand.   

Yield than I must unto the cursed stroke,  
That shall wear out the remnant of my days,  
And be content to bear the servile yoke,  
Which sorrows charge from sorrows store defrays:  
For being enrouled within the book of woe,  
I must not scorn for to embrace my foe.   

And for my follies which sometimes yield ease,  
To clear the smoke of cloudy ATHOS fire,  
Their force cannot my fettered thoughts release,  
But rather do encerease my fond desire:  
And as ACTAEON'S dogs, spared not their Lord,  
To hunt me from my rest, so they accord.   

O harsh accord of woeful harmony,  
That nought can tune but solemn notes of care,  
Wherein is crossed the fruit of charity,  
Whereof I want (to salve my griefs) a share,  
Then past redress, I must remain content,  
To cherish that which frowning fortune sent▪    

PASSION, XXXIIII.  

O Heavens record the some of my request,  
Confess I seek nothing but what is just,  
Some case of that which doth my mind molest,  
Ear all my hope be buried in the dust:  
Ye angry stars let my submission pay,  
The ransom of my captive hearts decay.   

'tis not obscure that I long penance bore,  
To purge the guilt of my forepassed crime,  
Let tribute paid, make even with the score,  
Which in Fate's book care crossed of ancient time:  
Then doubtless I some comfort shall obtain,  
Though Fortune do my sacrifice disdain.   

Yet let me yield, it booteth not to strive,  
Of force I must give place to higher powers,  
Too weak I am, for such as me cortive,  
Without I might rain down some Golden showers:  
So DANAE no doubt I might enjoy,  
To bear a son his Grandsire to destroy.   

Have I forgot my Ladies yet to move,  
Whose sole applause may plead their shepherds woe,  
'tis you alone that shall my deeds approve,  
For like the wee●…es, that fairest flowers outgrow,  
My cares ou'r-spread the relic of my joy,  
And fatal fear did fadeing hope destroy.    

PASSION. XXXV.  

NEPTUNE the wrathful AEOLUS appease,  
Call TRITON forth to summon a retreyte,  
Of raging storms, which do my rest disease,  
How they beyond their limits passed repeat:  
And though AEOLUS may the winds increase,  
Yet tell them this, thou canst command the seas.   

JOVE prince of all, stop greedy fortunes iawees,  
Send MERCURY for to edict thy will,  
And let her know sh●… hath transgresd thy laws:  
Which all the Gods are subject to fulfil:  
For though she spite and spend her bitter gall,  
Give her to know, that thou commandest all.   

What though she may wring poor SINETES mind,  
The same to heal thou hast a salve in store,  
Send patience to check this Goddess is blind,  
For all in vain these sorrows I deplore:  
When hope is drowned in slimy suds of care,  
And patiented lies fast in fury's snare.   

The raging force of agues burning fits,  
(With potions cold) doth yield at last to cure,  
Each thing extreme in time decreasing flits;  
And patient may best my ease procure:  
The sound (though weak) by food recouer'th strength,  
So may my sores obtain some salve at length.    

PASSION. XXXVI.  

Repining frets and stirs the angry mind,  
That patience (which is the nursing food,)  
In such extremes, can no digestion find;  
No more than meat increaseth sick-men's blood:  
The one by course to choler altereth fast,  
The other turned to excrements doth waste.   

Who so by art would cure infected minds,  
Must mildly first prepare the sickly thought,  
When falconer good a sorry feather finds,  
He first begins to pair and prune the nought:  
And better graffs; then keeps his hawk on fist,  
My troubled mind of such a salve hath mist.   

For first we should learn to forget the cause,  
Before a salve may be thereto applied,  
Then may the gulf which waits with open jaws;  
For to devour therewith be satisfied:  
And this observed, root perisheth in time,  
Which fed the cause the subjects of my rhyme.   

Who hath such strength to moderate extremes,  
That without change his countenance may bear,  
When that doth perish which he well esteems;  
Which suddenly procures a dreadful fear:  
No heart so hard for to endure the same,  
Who then is he that can my weakness blame.    

PASSION. XXXVII.  

OFt have I sightht, and to myself thus said,  
O poor unhappy relic left to pain,  
Thus wronged by death which hath my death delayed  
Whose ears thou fi●…st, with prayers though in vain:  
Leave to entreat the fiend that forced to fall,  
And doth triumph thus glutted with thy thrall.   

Seest not that time cannot so long endure,  
But that thou must needs have some speedy end,  
Of that which doth thy sorrows thus procure,  
What needeth then thy breath in vain to spend:  
For date of time which shortly wastes away,  
Being once expired, thy sorrows must decay.   

The greatest fire PI●…ACKMON sendeth forth,  
Will soon be quenched, when matter none is left,  
And here we see that men of greatest worth,  
When sap is gone, will soon of breath bereft:  
Why should I think death would my time delay,  
Sith that which feedeth life doth fade away.   

Nothing so hard but time at last doth wear,  
nought wanteth rest but will consume in fine,  
How can my heart which doth my sorrows bear,  
Choose but with speed consume away and pinc,  
Death will at last stretch out his angry arm,  
Enforced by time, to end my endless harm.    

PASSION. XXXVIII.  

Bows not my body with the force of age,  
Is not the skin far wider than my face,  
And flesh consumed by force of wrathful age,  
What do not silver hairs yield goodly grace:  
And be not these the calendars of time,  
Which witness that in cares I spend my prime.   

Were none of these my blood still waxeth could,  
And I do feel a weakness in my mind,  
Fear dispos●…est my wont courage bold.  
Dimness of thought doth make my senses blind:  
Benomned I am in every part at length,  
That clean I lost the force of former strength.   

These tokens show my pain not long shall last,  
Nor I (though steel) be able to endure,  
These torments, which increase the surging blast,  
Then let me not my greater harms procure:  
By fearing pain more than the force of pain,  
Which feeble strength could not in me refrain.   

Should I suppose I could exceed the days,  
Which are laid down to finish all my cares,  
And doth increase the cause which hope delays,  
Then let me yield, to him that still prepares:  
A salve, to such as call to him for aid,  
And to abide the brunt are ne'er dismayed:    

PASSION. XXXIX.  

EStranged from the fruit of quiet rest,  
How can I choose but waste, and wear away,  
Whose accents new with feeling force molest  
The troubled thoughts which careful mind dismay:  
Who would the some of sorrows all display,  
Within my life let him the same survey.   

Some one repeats, he rolls the restless stone  
With SISYPHUS: an other Ta●…tals pain  
Doth bear: the third is racked with IXION:  
And others do like TITIUS complain:  
But yet the worst of their accursed annoys,  
Even is the best and chiefest of my joys.   

Walk I abroad to meet some company,  
For to remove these cursed eats away,  
Each man I meet, a map of misery  
Presents, to work my ruin and decay:  
His humour stored with pleasure and delight,  
Unto my mind new cares effect invite.   

And as in storms copartners yield content,  
And maketh less the burden of the mind,  
Even so a man in seas of sorrows spent,  
And knows not where a mate therein to find,  
Must needs endure the torment all alone,  
When to the wind he makes his ruthless moan.    

PASSION. XL.  

REst I at home, remembrance racks my mind,  
The object which doth feed my hungry thought,  
For nothing there remains for me to find,  
But even the sound which I have dearly bought,  
Repentance, purchased with hasty brain,  
Which stores my mind with heaps of loath, d disdain.   

For idle heads build castles in the air,  
And being alone am I there where I am?  
No sure I view full many a country fair,  
And foreign thoughts do feed my fancy's flame,  
Even thus I wear and waste away the time,  
Declining when I have most mind to climb.   

The day expired, the nights approach supplies,  
Where dreams with fear pervert my quiet rest,  
And MORPHEUS a sopor sweet demes,  
Which after toil should be my morning's feast.  
Sometimes I bathe my careful couch with tears,  
From soundest sleep, a waked with starting fears.   

Iturne and toss: for Body's ease is scant  
When mind is fraught with burdens of annoy,  
And cares my joys with spreading bows supplant,  
Despair doth hope with ugly face destroy.  
Thus discontents plant accents of my grief,  
Which do suppress the agents of relief.    

PASSION. XLI.  

TIme draweth on to frustrate my desires,  
Which vent will give to my abortive cares,  
For to burst forth to cruel flaming fires,  
Which wastes my life, fast fettered in the snares:  
Of discontents, and then shall cease to moan,  
When matter wants for grief to feed upon.   

Yield then content till sorrows wearied be,  
Let them complain what toil they do endure,  
Both day and night in persecuting thee,  
Then they will cease thy torments to procure▪  
And for to reap unto themselves some ease,  
Thy will consent thy bondage to release.   

Then shall the beau'ns confess they did thee wrong,  
And earth possessed with such a tyranny,  
Shall curse the seeds, whereof thy woes are sprung,  
All moaning thus thy woeful misery:  
O man thus borne in spite of angry stars,  
Whose selfe-conceyte work to him deadly wars.   

Can all the Gods being joined in one consent,  
Frame such a one which art no time could cure,  
Though SATURN had some crooked nature lent,  
Things of such force but fieldome are in ure:  
And though they be yet cannot much prevail,  
If fate give place unto our swelling sail.    

PASSION. XLII.  

PLant seated in a lose unstable soil,  
knowst not the state of this deceiving time,  
How cruel FATE return with world of spoil,  
After the sack of a most fertile clime:  
What doth earth hold? or sea or air contain,  
But a congealed heap or errors vain.   

Our days do move like shadows on the wall,  
What doth not move like shadows light effect?  
Hours fly full fast to bring us unto thrall,  
What doth not fly like shortest hours aspect:  
Waves does ou'r-flowe the sands that be so wide,  
What doth not swell as doth the flowing tide.   

The fruits made ripe by force of hasty time,  
Do soon fade the blossom being decayed,  
And as the flowing waves swell in their prime,  
So flies it fast like shadows form displayed,  
The day is full of labour painful toil,  
The day is full of dolours deadly spoil.   

Pale death doth knock even at thy princely gate:  
With like demand, as at the cottage poor,  
Doth pale death knock with just demand; no hate,  
Ingrafed with wrong, to these extremes do stir:  
For he destroys as well Captain bold,  
As poorest wretch framed of this earthly mould.    

PASSION. XLIII.  

Armed to offend death maketh choice of none,  
Nor difference to work his savage will,  
But all alike none by 〈◊〉 is gone,  
Unto the pot, his hunngrie maw 〈◊〉:  
One house of death is common unto all,  
One law of death doth govern great and small.   

Flowers, grass, mist▪ doth fall, doth whither, doth fade,  
With wind in time, to th'air, flowers, grass, & missed we be,  
For here being sent to dig, and delve with spade;  
Our works bring forth the fruit of misene:  
As flowers fall, grass whither, mist fades away,  
So doth our days, fall, whither and decay.   

What thing so sure but falleth at the last,  
Or what so firm but minates in time,  
Who is so wise that can endure the blast?  
Which doth forbid the hasty for to climb:  
Of things that shallbe dust let no man store,  
Dust we shallbe, and dust we wear before.   

If choice be made, or difference take place,  
Even with that choice death waxeth more vnmiled,  
The fairest flowers fall soon to disgrace▪  
And worse things scape often undefiled.  
So many bad do days enjoy,  
When din●… of death do better sort destroy,    

PASSION. XLIIII.  

REsted by choice our days we finish here,  
And JOVE himself the choice thereof hath made,  
Being loved we die, JOVE loves as doth appear:  
By motions which errors do invade,  
So those whom JOVE with princely care doth love,  
Them he doth chase his Godhead to approve.   

O happy man of whom JOVE made a choice,  
O happy man whom JUPITER doth love,  
Whom JOVE accepts he only may rejoice,  
Whom JOVE takes to himself he doth reprove:  
If chosen thus, and loved so by JOVE,  
Or though reproved, why should we fa●…t in love.   

He only shall the flaming walls enjoy,  
That guards the thorn of joves imperial ●…eate,  
And shall behold that prince which may destroy,  
PHOEBUS' brig●…t beams which feedeth us with heat▪  
No sorrows then, nor grief shall him molest,  
Being lathed by JOVE unto his heavenly feast,   

So shall he ●…est amongst the chiefest stars,  
There a new star placed for to yield us light,  
And by his death shall end these terren wars,  
And life a new begin to lead upright;  
And shall no more behold the theatre,  
Where tragic eu'll lead mortal men to err.    

PASSION. XLV.  

Rests any thing more lighter than a hair,  
No hair but doth joves godhead high reprove,  
What is more light than birds which sparrows rear,  
Yet sparrows witness that there is a JOVE:  
Is any thing of greater weight than life,  
And shall life pass in misty clouds of strife?   

It may not be that I should so believe,  
Life comes to us even by the heaven's decree,  
To such conceit I may ●…o credit give,  
Life flies away by dint of destiny,  
Life we possess by force of joves command,  
Life we must yield, if JUPITER demand.   

For borne we are, and die we stalbe sure,  
Because we are of purpose borne to die,  
But not content with our estates unsure,  
Nor pleased yet death should our patience try:  
JOVE did command, and death obaves his will,  
So let it rest joves doom for to fulfil.   

JOVE did command, which must not be gainsaid,  
He spoke the word, and all did yield consent,  
He made a beck, and roaring seas obeyed,  
Then with our states why are we not content?  
He wills us from these worldly cares refrain,  
And his edict must e'er and e'er remain.    

PASSION. XLVI.  

IF this be thus? then farewell all my joy,  
Which I possessed before these cares encroc'hd,  
JOVE made a choice, death did his choice destroy,  
O would that death had unto me approached:  
More welcome sure had been his deadly dart,  
Then these annoys which breed increasing smart.   

Farewell my joy, I do renounce thy smile,  
I hate the thing which cause of joy may yield,  
Lest feigned hope should certain FATE beguile,  
Despair hath won the honour of the field,  
My love, my life, my joy is gone before,  
Death may alone my hope of ease restore.   

Then as the faithful which embrace the tool,  
And kiss the same, which life doth take away,  
Who well were taught in high JEHOVAS school,  
That bears the bag of simple truth always:  
So will I clip and kiss this world of pain,  
Which jove hath sent to cool my wandering brain.   

Embracing death and loathing life's repose,  
I rest content and watch the happy time,  
I seek not now to triumph o'er my foes,  
Yet here would feign end both my life and rhyme:  
But that I vowed o'er as your shepherd true,  
With hand and heart to serve and honour you.   
FINIS.   

THE Patron his pathetical Posies, Sonnets, Maddrigalls, & Rondelays.  
Together With SINETIS Dompe.  
Plena vercundi culpa pudoris erat.   

POSY. I The patrons conceit:  

Domestic Gods of the Sea-whaled Isle,  
Heau'●… erected trophies of thy prays,  
AV●…ORAS blush, that beautifies thy smile,  
Sh'nes far more bright than Phoebus' golden rays,  
Nature's chief pride, the map of beauty's grace,  
loves lovely swee●…, which virtue doth embrace.   

Offspring of ●…dds, borne of the salt-sea foam,  
Thoughts, 〈◊〉 that doth to Pallas bower inclines  
A Comet, that in starry night doth gloame.  
And doth presage of mysteries divine?  
An ornament, bedecked with golden tires,  
A pearl in camped in strength of chaste desires.   

Reposed rest of ADON'S ardent look.  
Thy Christall-pointed eyes (like sapphires blue,  
Set in the snow) do hide a baited hook:  
Which doth entrap by force of Golden hue:  
Were ADONIS here to view thy VENUS eye,  
Can ADONIS such a VENUS suit deny.   

Olympus' Queen, that doth command the skies,  
Whose shining beams do light the western Isle,  
No base aspect in thy swee●…e body lies,  
Thy fauou●… do the stealing time beguile:  
For precious breath so doth perfume the air,  
That all applaud thou on●… art sweet and fair.    

POSY. I The patrons Conceit.  

THe Radian beams of nature's purest dye,  
With honour's Equipage long live thy fame,  
Whose silver arcs, surpasing Crystal sky,  
Doth force love Queen to reverence thy name:  
Stars do inveigh, that earth retaineth thee,  
From making Fourth amongst the graces Three.   

heavens new joy, earth's possessed wonder,  
The welkin's ptide, if they might thee embraece,  
As they did joves love that kills with thunder,  
Thy memory her beauty doth deface.  
Live long thou star, which in the North doth shine,  
That noble worths may fill thy sacred shrine.   

Y●…pe graft with virtue in her tender years,  
Deriving honour from her noble stock,  
Which Needles wear? for honour still appeer's,  
Within her brow, which doth fame's cradle rock:  
Whose searching wit, dipped in MINERVA'S vain,  
Fraught with content, doth Pallas praises stain,   

HIBBLA hath Bees, stored with a sweet increase,  
And she hath beauty, furnished with grace,  
Live stings do prick, though hony's taste to please,  
So wounds her beauty those which it embrace:  
A Lamp of glory shines in th●…e alone,  
Live long in earth thou matchless Paragon.    

POSY. TWO The Patrone's affection.  

LAunterne of love the patron due of lore,  
Light some beam my affection to guide,  
Amongst the dreary throbs increasing sore,  
Sore in the vail of heart where I them hide:   

Languishing in delight I do delight to pine,  
And can I pine a more contented pain,  
heart once mineowne, is now possession thine,  
Yield then to yield this hearts due entertain.   

Honour is the guest, let bounty be my prize,  
Truth be the page of my admired light,  
Occasion be thou priest at my advise,  
Regarding hand, and heart, t'attend her ●…ight.  
Or else my heart and mind I hold in hand:  
Do then my hope confirm that hope may stand.    

POSY. III. The patrons fantasy.  

TOrmented heart in thrall, Yea thrall to love,  
Respecting will, heartbreaking gain doth grow,  
Ever DOLABELLA, Time so will prove,  
Binding distress. O gem wilt thou allow,  
This fortune my will Repose-lesse of ease,  
Unless thou L●…DA, Overspread my heart,  
Cutting all my ruth, deign, Disdain to cease,  
I yield to fate, and welcome endless Smart.    

POSY. FOUR The Patrons pauze in ode.  

DImpl's flourish, beauty's grace,  
Fortune smileth in thy face,  
Eye bewrayeth honour's flower.  
Love is nourished in thy bower,  
In thy bended brow doth lie,  
Zeal impressed with chastity.   

jove's darling dear,  
Opal lips of coral hue,  
Rarer die then cherries new,  
arks where reason cannot try,  
Beauties riches which doth lie,  
Entombed in that fairest frame,  
Touch of breath perfumes the same.   

Orubie clear:  
Ripe ADOn fled VENUS' bower,  
A●…ming at thy sweetest flower,  
His ardent love forced the same,  
Wont agents of his flame:  
Or be to whose enstamed fire,  
Love in●…l'd him to aspire.   

Hope of our time,  
Oriad's of the hills draw near,  
Nayads come before your peer:  
Flower of nature shining shoes,  
Riper then the falling rose,  
Intermingled with white flower,  
Stained with vermilion's power.   

Nest'ld in our clime.  
The silver swans sing in poe,  
Silent notes of newe-spronge woe,  
Tuned notes of cares I sing,  
Organ of the muse's springe,  
Nature's pride enforceth me,  
Even to rue my destiny.   

Star show thy might,  
‛ Helen's beauty is defaced,  
Io's graces are disgraced,  
Reaching not the twentieth part,  
Of thy gloases true desert,  
But no marvel thou alone,  
Even art VENYS paragon.   

Armed with delight.  
Iris colours are to base,  
She would make APELLES gaze,  
Resting by the silver stream,  
Tossing nature seam by seam,  
Pointing at the Crystal sky,  
Arguing her majesty,   

loves rampire strong.  
Hair of Amber, fresh of hue,  
Waved with golden wires new,  
Riches of the finest mould,  
Rarest glory to behold,  
Imp with nature's virtue graft,  
Engines new for dolours fraught,   

Even there are sprung,  
A gem framed with Diamounds,  
In whose voice true concord sounds,  
joy to all that ken thy smile,  
In thee doth virtue fame beguile,  
In whose beauty burneth fire,  
Which disgraceth Queen desire:   

Sans all compare,  
Love itself being brought to gaze,  
Learns to tread the lovers maze:  
Lying uncovered in thy look.  
Left for to ●…nclaspe the Book:  
Where enrouled thy fame remains,  
That JUNOS blush of glory stains:   

Blot out my care.  
Sphere containing all in all,  
Only framed to make men thrall:  
Onyx deck, d with honour's worth,  
On whose beauty bringeth forth:  
Smiles ou'r-clouded with disdain,  
Which loyal heart doth pain:   

Void of disgrace,  
AVRORA'S blush that decks thy smile,  
Waiting lovers to begnile:  
Where curious thoughts built the nest,  
Which ne'er yields to lovers rest:  
Wasting still the yielding eye,  
Whilst he doth the beauty spy.   

Read in her face.  
Lamp enric'hd with honour's flower,  
Blossom gracing VENUS' bower:  
Bearing plumes of feathers white.  
Wherein Turtles do delight,  
Sense would seem to weak to find,  
Reason's depth in modest mind:   

Yielding desire.  
Lodestar of my happy choice,  
In thee alone I do rejoice:  
O happy man whose hap is such,  
To be made happy by thy touch:  
Thy worth and worthiness could mou●…,  
The stoutest to incline to love,  
Inflamed with fire.    

POSY. V The ditty to Sospiros.  

THe wound of heart doth cause my sighs to spring  
And sighs do oft report my hearty sore,  
This sore of heat doth woeful tidings bring,  
That love is lack and I do grieve therefore:  
O sighs why do you rise and take no rest,  
O heart why art thou thus with them possessed.  
My heart in self itself would pine away,  
if that sometimes sighs music I should miss,  
This bitter joy and pleasant pain must stay,  
The greatest grief in now my greatest bliss:  
The night I groan the day I tear my heart,  
I love these sighs I triumph in their smart 〈◊〉  
When mind and thought are clogged with their car●…,  
And that my heart is ready for to break,  
Then every sigh doth question how it fares,  
●…nd heart to them replies that it is weak.  
●…et af●…r sighs the heart is somewhat glad,  
●…s without sour the sweet is never had.  
My wish and will for succour do aspire,  
Unto the seat of my endeared trust,  
But want and woe ensuing my desire,  
My heart doth quail and after sigh it must:  
Yet wish I must and well I may delight,  
Though sighs for wants and woes do me affright.  
These sighs I'll entertertaine though they me noy,  
For they do like the cause from where they rise,  
They bring in post news of my minded joy,  
And as they pass they message me no lies:  
And yet they leave behind them such a want,  
That mind and joy I find to be but scant,  
O will you never cease me sighs to grieve,  
And may not hope keep you in calm repose,  
Let me some respite have, heart to relieve,  
Lest that yourselves and you fully lose:  
Sighs do aspire till they obtain their will,  
Sighs will not cease they seek my heart to kill.    

POSY. 6 The patrons Dilemma.  

OF stately stones the Diamond is king,  
Whose splendour doth dazzle the gazing eye,  
The Onyx gloze, is ●…yed to honours wing.  
Whose virtue's governed by th'imperial sky:  
These graces all in thee combined remain,  
For glory thine their glories still doth stain.   

Shall I not speak of Rubies glorious blaze,  
That blazeth still, like blazing star that shoes.  
Or cease to write how men at th', Opal gaze.  
Whose beauty shines like pearls of dew on rose:  
These virtues all (compared with thine) are base,  
For nature gave thee excellent of grace.   

The Topas chaste thou dost in kind excel,  
The Hyacinth that stranger's love procures,  
Hath not such force, nor can not work so well,  
As honours beauty still in thee allures;  
Yris sheews not more colours in her kind,  
Then virtues be with in thy noble mind.   

The windy Histmos shows, and bright aspects,  
Comes far behind this fair Angragos worth,  
The Lupinar hath not more chaste affects.  
Then glory of th'unspotted mind brings forth.  
My pains increase thy graces to repeat,  
For cold despair drives out of hope the heat.   

If Saunus fort which doth expel deceit,  
Or Agathes which happy boldness yeild's,  
And eke Luperius whose virtues great,  
Doth glad the mind; all which are found in fields:  
If these I had to comfort my despair,  
Hope yet might hope to win & wear thy fair.    

POSY. VII. The Palmer's Ditty upon his Alms.  

Faure Dole the flower of beauties glorious shine,  
Whose sweet sweet grace true guerdon doth deserve.  
My Orisons I offer to thy shrine,  
That beauty's name in glories state preserve:  
My hap (o hapless ha●…) that gave th'applause,  
Thy beauty viewed when trembling heart did pause.  
Were I a King, I would resign my Crown,  
To gain the name of Palmer's happy kind,  
I would not crave to live in high renown,  
If Dole I had to satisfy my mind:  
Then I for Dole a Palmer's name would crave,  
If Palmer might be sure his dole to have.    

POSY. VIII. The patrons Adieu.  

IF love deserves the fruit of loves desire,  
Hope loathes my love to live in hope of right:  
Time after trial once may quench my fire,  
Oh salve the sore and cherish my delight:  
Rue lawless force, which fervent zeal procures,  
Obtain a heart like to the Emerald pure:  
Deign hope to grant where fear despair allures,  
In deep distress nought but true faith is sure.    

POSY. IX. Fides in Fortunam.  

MOst sacred is the sweet where fortune sways,  
Divine the sound of her enchanting voice,  
No hope of rest, where hope, true hope delays,  
though I despair I may not change me choice:  
For hue I well, though fortune me despise,  
To honour her, that scorns my enterprise.   

To bandy looks will ease my thrauled heart,  
With looks, my life shallbe at her commanode,  
If so much grace to faith she will impart:  
With looks again, to answer my demand;  
And that I may still love her to my grave,  
With purest faith, is all that I do crave.   

Let Phoebus draw his shining beams away,  
Let heau●…ns forsake to grant me any light,  
Let food me fail; let hope, my hope delay;  
Let ears not hear; let watchful eyes want sight:  
Let sense, my sense, with fury fell confound,  
Before that faith, to fortune false be found.   

Thy e'er sworn friend, and servant to thy end.  
Hath made a vow and promise with his soul,  
His fortune's ●…ight wi●… cou●…age to defend,  
Again●… proudest 〈◊〉 ●…his offer dare control:  
My ●…ch is sure if For●…e grace her swain,  
And c●…llors give her quarrel to maintain.   

Colours they are of purest Indian die,  
For none but such doth Fortune use to lend.  
Whose sight may move the coward ne'er to fly,  
And all his force against his foe to bend.  
Then let sweet soul thy colours be my guide,  
And hap what may, thy doom I will abide.   

Then writ thy Censure with thy pretty hand,  
I will obey the sentence of thy mind,  
And grave the same in table fair to stand:  
So that, ensuing age the same may find:  
For monument in golden letters wrought,  
To whet with sight the accents of my thought.    

POSY. X. My sorrow is joy.  

Sour is the sweet that sorrow doth maintain,  
Yet sorrow's good, that yieldeth much joy,  
True joy he hath, that can from joy refrain.  
Which harvests still the fruits of deep annoy:  
Yet I enthraulde in blind CUPIDOS' s●…are,  
With fond conceit in sorrows joy I far.   

fortune's my joy, which sorrow still doth yield,  
Her frown I count a favour to my soul;  
Sorrow doth away, and joy hath lost the field,  
Yet fame in mind doth often joy enro●…le:  
But when I think for whom I bear this smart,  
It yields new joy unto my careful heart.    

POSY. XI. An almond for a Parrot.  

Disdainful dames that mountains move in thought,  
And think they may Ioues thunderbolt control,  
Who passed compare each one do set at nought,  
With spuemish scorn's that now in rhetoric roll:  
Yet scorn that will be scorned of proud disdain,  
I scorn to bear the scorns of finest brain.   

Gestures, nor looks of simpering coy conceits,  
Shall make me move for stately lady's mocks:  
Then SIRENS cease to trap with your deceits,  
Lest that your barks meet unexpected rocks:  
For calmest ebb may yield the roughest tide,  
And change of time, may change in time your pride.   

Leave to converse if needs you must inveigh.  
Let meaner sort feed on their mean intent,  
And soar on still, the lark is fled away,  
Some one in time will pay what you have lent,  
Poor hungry gnatts fail not on worms to feed,  
When goshawks miss on hoped pray to speed.    

POSY. XII. The authors muse upon his Conceit.  

Fair, fairest, fair; if passing fair, be fair,  
Let not your deed's obscure your beauties fair,  
The Queen so fair of Fearies not more fair,  
Which doth excel with fancies chiefest fair,  
Fair to the worlds fair admiring wonder,  
Fairer than joves love that kill's with thunder.  
Even to your swain you seem prides passing fair,  
That nought desires but fortune's fair to reap,  
If fortune than will drive me to despair,  
No change can make your sweetest fair so cheap,  
But that I must, and will live in exile,  
Before your thoughts with thought I will defile.  
Fair fierce to faith, when fortune bend her brows.  
Yet fortune sweet be thou reclaimed again:  
For unto thee I offer all my vows,  
That may appease the rigour of my pain:  
Yield wished hope after this stormy blast,  
That c●…lm's repose may work content at last,    

POSY. 13 Fides ad fortunam.  

THe golden Phoebus (longing oft) is seen,  
To prick his furious st●…edes to run in haste,  
To clip and college fair Thetis lovely Queen,  
In pensive thoughts lest he the time should waste,  
So I make speed thyself for to embrace,  
Being almost tired in pursuit of the chase.   

For hounds uncoupled, range the forest wide,  
The stance being pruned, I watch the roused game,  
And to the mark my shafts full well I guide:  
The crafty Doo takes on then to be lame:  
But having past the danger of my bow,  
She, limping leaves, and hastes away to go.   

Thus I being surest of my hoped sport,  
Still miss the fairest mark that e'er was kend,  
Words do abound of comfort to exhort,  
But deeds are slow sure promises to end;  
The hope then left is game to rouse a new,  
(Till deeds supply) and feed myself with view.   

Fortune hath said, and I believed that,  
Renewed hope might ease my heart near spent:  
Despair in sequel oft my hope doth squat;  
That doubtful I remain still discontent,  
Wherefore to faith if faith remain in thee,  
With faithful words let deeds in one agree.   
FINIS.   

Sonetto. 1  

Read these my lines the the characters of care,  
Sweet Nymph these lines read o'er & o'er again,  
View in this glass (that glory doth prepare,)  
The depth of worths which in thee doth remain,  
Hear I set forth the garden of thy grace,  
With plenty stored of choice and sweetest flowers,  
Where I for thee abortive thoughts embrace;  
When in conceit hope lodgeth in thy bowers.  
Hear shalt thou find the Orphans of my hope,  
Shad'wed with vail even of thy rare defeart,  
Of all my thoughts here shalt thou find the scope,  
Which to the world thy honour shalt ympart.  
Thus will I say when skies advance thy name,  
Live HELEN'S peer eternised thy fame.    

Sonetto. 2  

FArewell my hope thy hap did thee not steed,  
And thou my hap unhappy come to me,  
Farewell my trust which void waist of all meed,  
And thou heartsore attend my misery,  
Farewell my hold which waist to strong to hold,  
And thou my ruin welcome to my gain,  
Farewell my life which dead are in my monld,  
And life no life torment my heart with pain  
Farewell my chief that conquerst with thy look,  
And thraldom I appeal to riûe my heart,  
Farewell my thought, thy thoug●…t she w●…ll not brook,  
Yet think I will for that I feel the smart.  
Farewell my choice I lastly do thee choose,  
I cannot choose another to my will:  
Farewell my comfort comfortless o muse,  
And sorrow weak thy wrath my joy to spill.  
Farewell long stay for wind to fill thy sail,  
Come banishment. Adieû, love must prevail.    

Sonetto. 3  

EMerald of treasure eternal spring,  
Nursed by the grace's day-star shine on high,  
Engendering perfect bliss with valens ring:  
Twisting loûe and liking with constancy.  
Now stanchless heart redress & soul-sick wound,  
Enwrap the same in folds of fresh desire,  
Let loûe be waking harvest hope be found,  
And living spring to quench this flame of ●…er.  
Unto your excellent loûe sole command,  
Seing ês you may prooure I me commend,  
Into your counsels grace voutch my demand,  
Heat burning joy sustain in joyful end.  
So shall my muse your name ay coronize,  
I will it blaze to all posterities.    

Sonetto. 4  

RElieûe my mind being oûerprest with care,  
O hear my sorrows for I do complain,  
Non may then help save you the cure being rare,  
Ah put me not to death with lingering pain.  
Lest that my death to you shall nothing gain,  
Enforced loûe dislikes which is not meet,  
Equality of loûe doth never pain.  
You paragon most precious pure and sweet.  
Rejoice your lovers heart with loûe for loûe,  
Unlace dislike and let be far disdain,  
Both one in one and let affection mooûe:  
Since that in heart affection doth remain.  
Untie distress to find my blissful sport,  
Let not your heart be cruel to the meek,  
Attend my hearts desire in humble sort:  
Soon grant my humble heart what it doth seek.    

Sonetto. 5  

REtire you thoughts unto your wont place,  
Or let your place be where your thought are prent;  
New joys approaching with a kindly grace:  
And hope that blossoms on affections dent.  
Excelling worth lieth buried in my breast,  
Love eke concealing pain in tomb of heart,  
Each joy is grief wherewith thou art oppressed;  
Yond is thy grief but sudden old thy smart.  
Rich is thy choice desire hath twice a need,  
Even so my hope would reap hope to sustain,  
Bearing in my heart the wish of hearty deed,  
Sealing self and lore high concealed vain.  
Unspotted trust and truth tied to the same,  
Love keeping awe as awful trust shall prove,  
Amongst the stings where heart doth feel the flame,  
Such is the meaning of my fixed love,  
Such be her heart my dolours to remove.    

Sonetto. 6  

Upon the sands where raging sea doth roar,  
With fearful found, I standing with desire,  
The element his billows sends to shore,  
And takes away my joy to my great ire.  
So water though did seek to quench my fire,  
Whose fury (I beheld) with rash rebound,  
That would furflow my life, o rage to dire,  
My hearts high rock was re●…t which stood on ground:  
But high command retreait she made him sound,  
Who once immite his fury did surcease,  
And way-white waûes to vieû her did redoünd,  
Breaking at her sight her empire to complease.  
And blustering winds their forces did release,  
Lest that their tûmult might her ears offend,  
And with a calm fawn breathed to her ease,  
Thus was my wish to port they should her send.  
So waûie seas and winds once made me sad,  
So wâuie seas and winds haûe made me glad.   
Amore é mare.   

Sonetto. 7  

MArching in the plain field of my conceit,  
I might behold a tent which was at rest,  
My forces I did bend but ah deceit:  
There left I freedom last which is now least.  
For when I thought to fight with Mars for best,  
There Cupid was which brought me to distress,  
Of foe when I thought to make a conquest.  
Loûe and desire in tent did me oppress.  
These captains twain from torment may surcease,  
If they did know the lore I bear in mind,  
They may as Turtles one procure thy ease,  
O that to me of twain one would be kind.  
Thou tent that hold'st in night such turtle doûes,  
Rejoice, embrace the twain of world the loûes.    

Sonetto. 8  

OF all the bûddes that yield to men delight,  
Sweet eglantine that sentest in the air,  
Art worthy pen of gold thy praise to dight:  
Thy flowers of bloom make world both green & fair,  
To wearied sense thou comfort dost repair,  
Thy pleasure from the eye doth never stray,  
To fancy's hest thou art a stately chair:  
And wounded hearts desire thou canst allay.  
More bright than sun thou standest in window bay,  
And to thy light the sûnne may not come near,  
Thou lasting flower dost everlasting stay:  
O that within thy flowers I might appear.  
As I did pass sweet sent to heart did climb,  
O thou sweet branch the sweetness of my time.    

Sonetto. 9  

AS eye bewrayeth the secrets of my mind,  
I did regard an Eglantine most fair,  
That sprung in sight of sun that brightly shined,  
And yet no sun her springing could impair.  
I did rejoice to come within her air,  
Her sweetness to receive within my breast:  
O that her se●…t in heart ay might I wear,  
With griping grief heart should not be oppressed,  
Heart panting sore would cease or take some rest,  
And fear disloyal vanish would away,  
Then over grief in triumph were I blest,  
To be revived when life went to decay,  
With shadow hide me from these hartbreake showers,  
And with thy scent refresh me in thy bowers.    

Sonetto. 10  

THe only help that some distressed haûe,  
To keep the life though lingering in the pain,  
Is that a time some place will find to save,  
The loss of heart procured by disdain.  
Now place is fair yet hope I do retain,  
That distance never altereth the mind,  
The height of hills doth make the lowly plain,  
The rising sun in sky fears not the wind:  
And yet I see place is somewhat unkind,  
To offer me the lack of her sweet face,  
Which cannot solaced be till I it find:  
To free my heart and loûe of loûes' disgrace,  
O place if thou didst take her from my eye,  
Bring her in place where place may remedy:    

Sonetto. 11  

WHen chirping birds did chant their musickeslayes,  
For to salute Dame Flora with her train,  
And vesta clothed with change of fresh arrays,  
For to adorn Hopes happy entertain:  
Then sweetest Bri●…re that shylded our repose,  
Sent odours sweet, from her fresh hanging bows,  
And Philomel' oft-changed notes did close,  
Which did accord even with our hallowed vows.  
But then; ah then, our discontent began,  
A barking Dog stepped forth with scolding rage,  
And Music changed to notes of singing Swan,  
That March we must with swiftest Equipage.  
Lose not sweet bird thy voice, nor briet thy set:  
we'll meet again when fortunes frowns be spent.    

Sonetto. 12  

Live long sweet b●…de, that to increase our joy,  
Made solemn pause, between thy chirping lays;  
When stately brier shilded our annoy,  
And sheltered us from peeping Phoebus raves:  
Sweet Philomel' record not our delights,  
In musics sound, but to the subtle air;  
Lest any should participate our spites,  
Wrought by a sudden Cerberus repair.  
The pleasing sound our spirits did revive,  
The sweet, sweet sent, refreshed our yielding sense,  
The happy toutch, most to delight did strive,  
But caitiff dog did hinder our pretence.  
Then happy Byrd farewell, that eased my pain,  
Farewell sweet brier, till fortune smile again.    

Sonetto. 13  

When Lordlin Titan lodged in the west,  
And EBON darkness ou'r-swayde the light,  
LATONA'S beams decreasing were suppressed,  
When silent streams did murmur 〈◊〉 ere delight.  
Then I entrenched near to a noble mark,  
With courage bold a spear I took in hand,  
To win my will fired with honour's spark,  
Or lose my life in my commanders band.  
My spear I broke upon my gentle foe,  
Which being performed the second I did charge,  
But honours force would not be quailed so:  
The third I took my thoughts for to enlarge;  
Then called I was for treason arms to take,  
And wisdom would my former charge forsake.    

Sonetto. 14  

SHould fear pale fear make me forego my mind,  
Or legions of monsters make me quail,  
No no, I was not borne of so base kind,  
As dreadful sighs would make my heart to fail.  
Yet care command that honours my conceit,  
Made me forsake what my desire embraced,  
And loath I was that rivals should repeat:  
My arms should be by human force unlaced,  
Which made me yield unto the times restraint,  
And leave the charge of that most noble fight,  
Where kindness more than force could make me faint,  
To shield my fame from fortunes cankered spite.  
Thus I did charge, thus I discharged my lance,  
And so I rest contented with my chance.    

Sonetto. 15  

AS fond conceit doth move the wavering mind,  
Of artless sots that know not wisdoms lore,  
Inconstant still to change with every wind,  
Whose base desires wants fruits of virtues store.  
So doth the art and knowledge of the wise,  
Stir up his mind in honours ford to wade,  
With fervent zeal base changlinges to despise,  
And their weak strength, with courage to invade.  
Whose mind being armed with true loves strong defence,  
He girds his loins with bonds of constancy,  
And scorns that aught should alter his pretence,  
Or stain his name, with blot of infamy.   

Thus wisdom is not given to many,  
And but to such for to be constant any.    

Sonetto. 16  

NEu'r-resting chariot of the fiery god  
Embossed with beams of his eternal light,  
Waits at her beck when she but shakes her rod  
Of her command; who is the heavens delight:  
Avroras' shine doth blush to see her grace,  
Nymphs gather flowers to make her chaplets fine,  
Engendered grief my hoped favour deface,  
Love hates to live when longing makes it pine:  
Even so her fair makes longing dear to me,  
HELEN the fair was not so fair as she.    

Sonetto. 17  

NO care so great nor thoughts so pining seem,  
Enioving hope to reap the hearts desire;  
Which makes me more your beauty's grace esteem,  
Oppressed with heat of PAPHOS holy fire.  
Appoint some place to ease my thrauled mind,  
Not freed yet from thy late luring look;  
Emove thy time and solace shalt thou find,  
Let WLCAN toil to forge his baited hook:  
Eyes glorious glance will train him to the lure,  
Heavens do repine thou shouldst his frowns endure    

Sonetto. 18  

Nameless the flower that works my discontent,  
Endless the cares for her I do sustain,  
Waste is the soil which shadows my content  
Once lend a salve to cure my cureless pain.  
Ah dear, how dear I purchase my delight?  
Not long when first I viewed thy sweetest fair.  
Except thy beauty lend my darkness light,  
Long shall that look my heavy looks ympayre;   

Esteem of him that lives to honour thee,  
Hopes true repose shall then be lodged in me.    

Sonetto. 19  

NO sooner I had thy beauty espied,  
Cl●… washed from the dregs of vices stain,  
But heart to thee with constant love was tied;  
And thou perhaps wilt yield me but disdain:  
If thou 〈◊〉 not my love with love require,  
I shall wear out in pain my dismal days,  
But if thy heart once harbour my delight;  
Then shall I live thy heart to love and praise.  
Yield thy consent to cure my fatal wound,  
And let desert prevail to gain thy grace,  
So secret truth shall e'er in me abound;  
If we may meet in some convenient place:   

And then be sure his name I will deface,  
That should be seen to speak in thy disgrace.    

Sonetto. 20  

CAmpaspe's fair fresh-paynted form embraced,  
By the rare Father of the painters art,  
Can yield small joy except that she had graced,  
His lively cunning by her good desert,  
Yet he rejoiced her counterfeit to kiss,  
Which she ne'er saw though he the same profaned,  
How infinite is then my joyful bliss,  
That still enjoy the idea of thy hand;  
Thy glove it is mine only comfort left,  
Which thy sweet hand made happy with her touch,  
This is the Idol that my heart enfeoffed,  
With loves sweet hope; which I adore to much.   

That I retain a monument for thee,  
Though without life; life it affords to me.    

Sonetto. 21  

Sweet lady I love, by stealth my love doth creep,  
Unto the depth●… of my profound conceits,  
Not daring when I wake I dream a sleep,  
Thus stealing love by inward signs entreat:  
Though merry gale bides anchor up to way,  
And canvas store swells with a puffing blast,  
Yet fear of storm doth make us keep the bay,  
For he is safe that fits on shore at last:  
So love embraced when others presence feared,  
Makes sweet prove sour when shadows substance seem●…  
And Mars himself when Vulcan's net he teared:  
Doth witness fear doth stolen love redeem.   

When sweet repose doth calm the troubled mind,  
Fear of suspect doth leave his sting behind.    

Sonetto. 22  

MY heart enthrauled even with mine own desire,  
Makes me to be, more than I dare to seem,  
For jealousy may kindle envies fire,  
To hazard that which strength cannot redeem:  
The fairest rose, on stateliest stalk that grows,  
Draws a delight his odours swee●…e to smell,  
Whose prick sometime doth sting at later close,  
Which makes suspect the wished sent t' expel.  
Love pri●…es my mind to gather fairest flowers,  
And fear forbids lest garden keeper spy,  
Whose jealousy ra●…es down untimely showers,  
And Argos-like doth loves repose descry:  
Thus doth thy fair my secret glance detect,  
For jealousy doth daily breed suspect.    

Sonetto. 23  

When sweet repose in loves fair bower doth rest  
Enchamped with vail of an unfeigned desire,  
Then careful thoughts the fearful minds invest,  
Lest ARGUS should espy the kindled fire:  
For where the dicte of such as may command,  
Forbids the same, which lovers must embrace,  
There fear, and care, together do demand;  
Account of things which honour may deface:  
So is their joys with fearful passions mixed,  
Which doth increase the ardency of love,  
On the forbidden things our eyes are fixed;  
Whose accents still doth loves affections move:   

Thus stolen love is e'er with fear possessed,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shadows glimpse oft fears the friendly guest.    

Sonetto. 24  

THimpatient rage of fretting jealousy,  
suspecteth the wind that comes from Cupid's wings,  
Whose watch prevents the opportunity,  
Whose lovers seek to cure his noisome stings:  
Each look, a fear, infuseth to the mind,  
That gauled is with such a base conceit,  
Which makes them prove to their hearts joys unkind?  
When lovesweete-ones, of sorrow, suck the teat:  
If one but speak to do another right,  
Suspect saith then, of smoke there cometh fier●…  
His good deserts are holden in despite?  
And rancour doth his cruel fate conspire.   

So jealousy still breedeth base suspect,  
Whose fruitless fear there own good name dete●…t.    

Sonetto. 25  

IF Argus, with his hundred eyes, did watch  
In vain, when oft love did his cunning blind▪  
Who doubts but she that means to make a match?  
For to perform, both time, and place can find.  
And to abridge a woman of her will,  
Is to power oil in fie●…, to quench the flame:  
For then far more she is inclined still,  
(Though once despised) again to seek the same.  
Love doth command, and it must be obeyed;  
The sacred deity of the god is much,  
Whose majesty makes lovers oft afraid,  
That to his shrine with bended knee they crutch.   

This is the cause, let women bear no blame,  
Who would not play if they did like the game.    

Sonetto. 26  

WHeare true desire, (in sympathy of mind)  
Hath joined the hearts, with APHRODITES delight;  
There loving zeal, (to sweet aspect inclined)  
Will find a time in spite of fortune's might.  
ARGUS forefight, whose wakeful heedy eyes  
Seek to prevent the winged Gods command)  
Is all to weak his charms for to surprise;  
'Gainst whose resolve his cunning could not stand:  
Yet if in Delphos sleepy lay the God,  
Authority 'gainst hundredth eyes had failed,  
But MERCURY, with his enchanting rod;  
Brought all a sleep; when Argus jove assailed:   

Then since such happ●… to watching is assigned,  
Nothing is hard where willing is the mind.    

Sonetto. 27 Dangers altered delays in love.  

THe heart inthrauled with loves ●…ttractiue force,  
(Whose hope doth march with honour's equipage,  
When reason doth his true deserts remorse)  
Must take his time his sorrows to assuage:  
For cherries ripe will not so long endure,  
But will in time, fade, whither, and decay,  
That which this day, could finest wits allure;  
To morrow, CORIDON doth cast away,  
The Iron being hot who list not for to strike,  
Shall sure, being cold, ne'er forge it to his mind,  
And all those parts, moveth love to like;  
Do oft (in time) make love to prove unkind.   

Even so in time danger attends delay,  
For time and tide for no man's pleasures stay.    

Sonetto. 28  

WAs ●…o watched by Argus in the downs?  
What did not then the winged god enchant,  
The herdsman's ●…yes, obeying junos' forwnes:  
What needs loves cross so much to make her vaunt▪  
The brazen tower could not his valour quail,  
Who scorned that Dana●… should live a maid:  
Loves inward force 'gainst envy will prevail,  
And hap what may: his laws must be obeyed.  
What though fair star thy glory is obscured:  
And cou'rd with a thick and foggy cloud:  
Yet Titan when he hath the heavens enured,  
Will clear the storms which fatal frowues did shroud▪   

And though that fate abridgeth our delight,  
Yet time I hope will clear this cloudy spite.    

Sonetto. 29  

THe fluent stream, whose stealing course being stayed,  
Breaks out unto a g●…eater deluge rage,  
The force of fire with violence delayed,  
Makes all things weak his fury to assuage:  
Desire controlled, will aggravate desire,  
And fancy crossed will fancies force increase,  
When loving thoughts will motive love inspire,  
Envies oppose can not their bonds release:  
Thus currents small do prove the greatest streams,  
Small cinders do increase, to raging flame,  
The hardest hearts are pierced with beauty's beams,  
I hide my grief yet love discou'rs the same:   

Sweet beauty is the spark of my desire,  
And sparks in time may breed a flaming fire.    

Sonetto. 30  

Sweet beauty in thy face doth still appear,  
Mine only joy and best beloved dear:  
Mine only dear and best beloved content,  
Revive my heart and lying spirits spent:  
The only agent of my thoughts delight,  
Embrace my love and do not me despite:  
Secure my fears and solace cares content,  
With hopes repast t●…●…auour mine intent;  
The fire will out if fuel do but want,  
And love in time will die if it be scant:  
Let then desire yield fuel to your mind,  
That love be not blown out with every wind.   

So shall my heart like Aetna's lasting flame,  
Burn with your love and joy still in the same.    

Sonetto. 31  

I Lo●…, enforced by loves unloving charms,  
My love is pure, my love is chaste, and true,  
And that I love, the greater is my harms:  
If love doth purchase hate, than love adieu.  
Why should not love be recompensed with love,  
And true desire, obtain his due desert,  
If beauty stir thee to disdain to move?  
When mighty storms oppress my troubled heart:  
Know then that truth, may beauties blaze dismay,  
And loyal hearts, scorn perjured beauty's pride,  
Yield then in time, prolong not my delay?  
Lest others should your beauty's grace deride:   

So shall your worths eternished remain,  
And gain his love which others pride disdain.    

To Paris darling.  

UU●…re I shepherd as I am a woodman,  
Thy Paris would I be if not thy goodman▪  
And yet might I perform to thee that duty,  
If thou wilt add that favour to thy beauty.   

Now that these feasts make other minions frolic,  
Why is my love, my dove, so melancholic:  
O but I near guess, what the cause should be,  
Which to tell, tell-tale paper, were but folly;  
I'll therefore for this time conceal it wholly:  
For that must counsel betwixt thee and me,  
Twiut thee and me where none may here nor see.    

Buen matina.  

Sweet at this mourn I chanced,  
To peep into the chamber; lo I glanced.  
And saw white sheets, thy whiter skin disclosing;  
And soft-sweete cheek on pillow soft reposing:  
Then said were I that pillow,  
D●…ere for thy love I would not wear the willow.    

Maddrigall.  

Madam, that now I kiss your white hands later  
Than wild my loving duty,  
retainer to thy beauty:  
The water crossed my wish, to cross the water.  
Yet think not (sweet) those gallants held thee dearer,  
Who for thy beauties, than the sunnneshine clearer:  
Even seas uneven have coasted,  
But thou art wise and knowst it.  
No; thy Leander, whose hearts fiery matter,  
Cannot be quenched, by the dividing water,  
Will with his oare-like arms quite shear a sunder  
The waves that float him under:  
If when I shall so try me,  
In thy sweet circled arms I may respire me.    

Rounde-delay.  

Could-st they none other spite me,  
When but once fortune friendly did indite me:  
Thyself thou shouldst absent me?  
And all unkind, unkind, to more torment me.  
I have not thus deserved,  
To be with tell-tale Tantalus hunger-starved:  
That having store of dishes,  
I could not feed according to my wishes?  
But this he for revealing,  
God's counsel bide: and I for yours concealing:  
In this yet do we vary,  
That desert to his, is quite contrary?  
Then o most kind and cruel,  
(Except thou mind to starve thy beauty's fuel)  
For all my love, faith, duty,  
Let me but pray, I pray thee on thy beauty?  
And thou my new-born ditty,  
Desire her for my second dish but pity.    

Maddrigall.  

I Love, just love, not lust, thus constant live I:  
My ●…yfes dear love mislikes me,  
Yet her sweet fair doth like me:  
If love dislikes; to like and love why should I?  
If she be coy why should her love be trusty?  
If she be slow; why should I be so hasty?  
Yet loyal heart hath vowed it,  
And constant truth performs it:  
Fair; to thy beauties fair, firm have I vowed,  
Sound is the seed that my resolve hath sowed:  
But weed is the fruit that my fate hath mowed.  
Yet lust I banish, loving  
True zeal, I live, yet still dying:  
Thus still to be constant eu're have I plodded.    

Rounde-delay.  

Much grief did still torment me,  
In this regard thou dost thyself absent me;  
Thy beauty (ah) delights me?  
And this thou knowst to well and therefore spite's me.  
So women's minds do vary,  
And change of air doth work quite contrary;  
Proof tried my truth and trust too,  
Still to be thine, most constant, firm, and just too:  
Therefore shouldest regard me,  
And love for love (fair love) thou shouldst award me,  
For since I still attend thee,  
How canst thou choose unkind (unkind) but friend me,  
Fain I alone would find thee,  
That my heart's grief (sweet heart) might then unbind thee:  
For were I with thee resident,  
I doubt not I, to be of thy heart precedent;  
Yield then to love (love kind is)  
Else would I had been blind, even as love blind is.    

Sinetes Dump.  

YE angry stars, do you envy my estate,  
Because content is lodged in my mind;  
And therefore will you needs reprove my fate?  
That discontent in glory looks to find:   

My thoughts were far above my fortunes bend,  
Which was your fault to frame unequal parts,  
Except it were of purpose to torment.  
Glaring in clouds to smother my deserts:   

When I did yield unto the times despite,  
And struck down sail lest shypracke would ensue,  
Enforcing nature to subdue delight?  
A cunning bait within my way you threw.   

Ysed then my fault if feathered thoughts aspire,  
Clip not the wings, that gave them force to fly,  
Either give scope unto my wished desire;  
Or salve my sores with present remedy.   

Who seeks by art his nature to suppress,  
In vain doth strive against the raging stream,  
My soaring mind procured my distress?  
The branch will grow unless you cut the steam.   

Thus if I should ympugne my fantasies,  
In vaine it were my nature to oppose,  
Then yield I must unto these miseries?  
Or to the heavens my secret griefs disclose.   

heavens then bear witness of my secret smart,  
For you alone are privy to my pains,  
Because to her I dare not once ympart:  
How love insculpt within my breast remains.   

The fervent heat of hearts reposed zeal,  
Doth urge me still for to embrace her fair,  
To whom for grace and favour I appeal:  
My only refuge for to salve despair.   

Yet all in vain I throb my breathless plaints,  
When fear doth daunt my once un-daunted mind,  
But needless fear: for few of them are saints.  
Yet duties care denial looks to find.   

Thus as my thoughts do cope with Ioues desire,  
And scorn the mean should once their rival be,  
So fearful love doth burn like glowing fire,  
And threats revenge if I make suit to thee.   

The one persuades, that beauty's bower is stored,  
With pity, and grace, for to requite my love?  
The other saith the subtle serpent (gored:  
With piercing dart that jealousies approve)   

Will soon infect the virtue of thy shine,  
To give repulse; regarding no desert,  
Though nought I seek but thou shouldst know I pine:  
And in thy mind thou wouldst my worths insert.   

Know sovereign beauty of thy noble race,  
And flower of all that bear thy parent's name,  
That I desire thy presence to embrace.  
To glut mine eyes with looking on the same.   

Which is an object that doth please mine eye,  
Then will I arm myself against the storm,  
For to endure this cursed misery:  
For hope will help my charge for to perform.   

Then will I say to my disquiet mind,  
Rejoice thou mayst do service to her looks,  
What needst thou care although ●…e be unkind.  
Let it suffice thy name is in her ●…okes.   

Though crossed for folly of thy soaring mind,  
Yet art thou blest her name is in thy rings,  
At last thou shalt of her some comfort find?  
Though she be now disposed to clip thy wings:   

If thou art bashful to discou'r thy mind,  
Let thy ring tell that she thou dost adore,  
If then thou mayst not some contentment find?  
In mourning weeds thy woeful haps deplore:   

Thy habit then will sure reveal thy care,  
She will inquire thy cause of thy annoy,  
Then mayst thou seighe if thou canst not declare?  
How that her faure hath thus obscured thy joy:   

She than no doubt will soon conceive thy mind,  
When in thy looks thy ruins will appear,  
And with a smile thy thraulled chains unbind;  
Whose bright-beamed sun thy cloudy storms will clear:  
And grant thee that (at last) thou lov'st so dear.   
FINIS.   

Posse & nolle nobile.  

A worthy man deserves a worthy mot,  
As badge thereby his nature to declare,  
Wherefore the fates of purpose did allot?  
To this brave squire, this symbol sweet and rare:  
Of might to spoil, but yet of mercy spare.  
A symbol sure to Salisberie due by right,  
Whose still doth join his mercy with his might.   

Though lion like his Posse might take place,  
Yet like a Lamb he Nolle useth aye,  
Right like himself (the flower of Salisberies' race)  
Who never as yet a poor man would dismay:  
But princocks pride he used to daunt always:  
And so doth still: whereby is known full well  
His noble mind and manhood to excel.   

All craven curs that comes of kestrel kind,  
Are knownefull well when they there might would strain▪  
The poor t' oppress that would there favour find?  
Or yield himself their freinpship to attain:  
Then servile sots triumphs in might a main.  
But such as comes from noble lions race,  
(Like this brave squire) who yields receives to grace.   
Haud ficta loquor. Hugh Gryffyth Gent.   

THE Lamentation of a Malcontent upon this Enigma.  
Master thy desires or live in Despair.  
Ovid Hoc si crimen erit crimen amoris eris.  
If this a fault be found in me, Blame love that wrought the mystery   

¶ To the Honourable minded unknown, the Nameless wisheth perfect health and perpetual happiness.  
DEáre Patroness of my hapless lamentations; guided by the stern of thy beauty, which hath the full command of my heart, and wearied with tiranyzing over myself, in forcible suppressing the agonies of my afflicted mind, by smothering the fervency of my desires, in the cloudy centre of dumb silence: at the last with the raging violence of a stopped stream, for want of course in the intelligible part of my mind; I am driven to overflow the banks of reason, and in despite of myself to yield up the reins to uncontrolled desire; which ensuing Poem wilfully manifest unto you, with the observation of my co●…ed fancies: Written upon a dream, wherein me thou●… I heard a voice from a Cloud pronouncing these words ensuing. Master ●…hy desires or live in despair, and albeit I held dreams but fantasies, which commonly do fall out by contraries; my fortunes being so far inferior to my thoughts, maketh me to doubt the sequel thereof. Yet noble beauty of this sea-bound Region disdain not to read end, and pity if you will vouchsafe to mity gate the heaviness of my martyred heart, which near stifled with the damp of my discontentments, lamentably beggeth for comfort at your hands.  
Yours ever true, secret, and faithful. Nameless.   

The lamentation of a Malcontent.  

Master thy desires, or live in despair▪   

DEpose desires, or in despair remain,  
A heavy doom, what my desires depose?  
How can I from my chiefest joys refrain?  
And march●… 〈◊〉 retire from hopes repose.  
Master desire; this seemeth st●… 〈◊〉:  
What voi●…e is this that doth 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●…use?  
If jupiter that from his throne doth see,  
My secret woes which ruins cares induce.   

Then mighty jove impugn not my content,  
For thou hast been in such an error trained,  
What god soeu'r, yet pity my lament,  
That cannot from my sweet desires be waned.   

Yield me no reasons to dissuade my course,  
Though some object, who clyms may hap to fall,  
The bad is good for to avoid a worse:  
And better venture then to live in thrall.   

Or in despair remain; a cruel threat,  
Ay me remain still in despair I must,  
Fear which forbids my languor to repeat?  
Hath covered hope with veil of sad distrust:   

For that her son which doth obscure my sight,  
Shines always clear, whose beams reflect 〈◊〉 me.  
The greater still doth drown the lesser lig●…▪  
So I am blind when I would feignest see:   

Opposed by the star that lends me hop●…▪  
I glut mine eyes with sweet aspects conte●…▪  
All are but shadows hemmed in narrow scope?  
Within the orb●… of wearied minds lamen●…:  
Looks cannot 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 motions can●…ot 〈◊〉▪  
So eyes and ge●… 〈◊〉 do play their part,  
Give her no knowledge that I am in love:  
For with dissembled mirth I hide my smart.   

Repugnant fear controlleth my desire,  
When I would speak despair plucks back the reins,  
But yet no che●…kes can quench the kindled fire;  
For fantasy to be controul'de disdains:   

The mark is fair, for beauty giveth aim,  
Yet majesty forbids the mean to shoot,  
The same is it that gave my heart the maim,  
With whom to strive I fear it is not boot:   

Can but my pen, find out the way to write,  
The moan●… I make, the flint to tears would melt,  
Or that I could the worthy praise indite;  
Of that rare jemfor whom these pains I felt:   

The world would wonder for to read my verse,  
That nature could frame such a perfect stamp,  
Yet as I can I will the same rehearse:  
And for to light this Isle set out this lamp.   

O blooming blossoms with the rising sun,  
Cou'rd with the dew distilled from the skies,  
You are like shows that be unspected done?  
And seem but mist which from the clouds arise.   

When this fair Nymph sh●…●…orth her golden shine,  
She scales the pride ●…u'n of th●…●…re sky,  
Each blossomed flower to honour her incli●…,  
There virtues all upon her shrine do lie,   

The Gods built up a trophie●… of renown.  
Honour to add to her admired grace,  
The Queen of beauty must resign her Crown▪  
To her whose fair doth her proud fair disgrace.   

How can I then master my sweet desire,  
That takes no rest but in this heavenly bower,  
Fuel is scant to kindle reasons fire?  
My mind enclosed lies in fancies tower.   

The heavens are sad when she is Malcontent,  
And Phoebus doth in●…ome his golden beams,  
In Ebon darkness till her cares be spent:  
Hiding himself within the Oce'n streams.   

But when her frowns be turned to smiles again▪  
He lends his light out of a Cloudy tower,  
Thus the superior bodies do remain,  
Subject to this Semy-goddesse power:   

Can I resist what jove could not control,  
Who can resist the power of beauty's force,  
'Tis to well known unto my troubled soul,  
Bootless I stri●…e unless she ●…ke remorse:   

Remorse said I, how 〈◊〉 she pity take,  
On him that yet durst 〈◊〉 for pity crave,  
She doth not know I languish for her sake:  
How am I like her sweet resolve to have.   

Had she but known the secrets of my thought,  
How he●… sweet fair is shrined in my heart,  
And but for her I count my life for nought?  
It would ne'er grieve me to abide this smart.   

But she whose Orb with Roses circled is,  
Both red and white of purest dye on earth,  
Doth oft of course show me a heaven of bliss,  
When modest smile is strained with sudden mirth:   

This is the ●…ase that my desires enjoy,  
This is the cause that hath procured desire,  
And this do●…ire hath summoned mine annoy:  
Lo see the ●…ruite of such as would aspire.   

I here a threat of this my fond intent,  
Yet cannot have the thing I love so dear,  
O heavens bear witness how my days are spent?  
In sighs, in sobs, in sad and mournful cheer:   

Each night my bed, I bath with brirush tears.  
And turn me still in hope to have some rest,  
When first I sleep my mind (encamped with fears)  
Makes me to start with trembing care possessed:   

Then thoughts approach unto my troubled brain  
And now I think that ●…ne for whom I pine,  
Even couched doth in happy bed remain:  
And so in mind, I do behold her shine,   

Then I begin for to commend the fate,  
Of that sweet bed, perfumed by her sweet breath,  
And with myself even thus I do debate▪  
What rarest beauty there appears in death;   

Her spirits move with such a lively grace,  
That death doth seem in her an ornament,  
Whose stately tower the pillow doth embrace;  
And clipping kiss reposed with sweet content.   

Art can not paint how thus she Nature feeds,  
Or living death her fair seems to possess,  
Wherein no doubt the careless gazer reeds:  
The Calendar of his accursed distress.   

These tho●…ghes increase the heat of my desire,  
Whose accents banished reason from the stage,  
My bed be●…res guilt of this my burning fire:  
That accessary was of this my rage.   

For when each place denied me scope of thought,  
He gave repose unto my wearied mind,  
To feed upon what to my harms I sought,  
Which now a poison to infect I find:   

The night being spent in these vnhal'wed cares,  
The days approach doth 〈◊〉 desires ●…crease,  
Her golden trammels which my senses snares:  
Like towering Falcon doth on my sight cease.   

To view this star I roll my sightless eye  
Asqu'int, and then sights force is clean bereft,  
That sense can not her sweetest fair descry,  
Which hath my heart in sobbing sorrows left.   

Then like the thief that shuns the judges face,  
I fly her sight that may judge my desire,  
Although in heart her presence I embrace;  
For still my thoughts to her sweet fair aspire.   

Her noble breast even is that bower of bliss,  
Which in itself doth harbour my delight,  
My stay of life therein entombed is,  
Which locked retains from wished hope his right:   

From wished hope his right, ah bootless hope,  
That soothes his master in his ruins course,  
In vain I strive, too large is honour's scope,  
That to his centre hath a still recourse.   

●…ught Palmers come and sit in Prince's throne,  
To beg for Dole to satisfy there want,  
Shall I to her venture to make my moan,  
Whom for to serve I am right worthy scant.   

No sure, the Roe which swift beasts outran,  
Would scorn to see the bearded goat contend,  
Yet Paris thought the go●…desse strife to scan▪  
When he did Venus' beauty in Ide defrude:   

Why shall not I her love hope to obtain,  
Though Ve●…us peer, or yet rather peerless,  
Paris a shepherd I a homely swain,  
He want on, I chaste Helen would possess.   

No Phereclea●… bark with treason stored,  
Loaden with heap of dissembling lays,  
Nor cruel darts with friends dear blood begored,  
Did guide my course to view thy glorious rays.   

Was't to revenge of ancestors the wrong,  
As Paris did; these passions me molest?  
No, without fraud of pure affection sprung,  
True love, yea lone which robb●… me of my rest.   

Thy Idea ymprest is in my heart,  
And gonlden trammels shrined in my mind,  
That if doom signs do not my grief ympart,  
And hope of thee my entertainment find.   

I shall wear out the remnant of my days,  
In cursed cares, and sorrows deep despair,  
Divine sweet Nymph cut off my fates delays:  
And let consent salve this thy joys ympayre.   

For my desires, with ●…ombling waves, are t●…st,  
Within th'Ocean of thy swee●…●…utie,  
And I in wilderness of cares am lost,  
Devising still how to perform my duty:   

None knows my mind nor yet what I do mean,  
In vain it is to thunder forth my grief,  
And thus to spend myself on such a spleen,  
When sure I am not to obtain relief:   

What though she read these ruins of my time,  
She will not think that aught by her is meant▪  
For my mean fancies are too base to climb:  
Or once to aim the Period of my bent.   

That soars aloft even in the racking Clouds,  
Beyond the reach of any mortal sight,  
And in bright Phoebus' beams her honour shrowds.  
Which doth from thence increase fair Tytanslight.   

So that no fight unless the Eagle eyed,  
(For fear of taint) dare gaze on this bright son,  
But happy is he that peeping hath espied,  
The veil that cou'rs the fair this third hath spo●…:   

Sometimes mine dye (forgetting duties charge)  
Gaze on those orbs that be so orient fair,  
Where anchor-lesse they sail in fancy's barge,  
And feed themselves even with thy heavenly pair:   

Then while she doth on other objects look,  
They think a vantage for to steal a sight,  
Forgetting that they snatch the baited hook:  
But being encountered by those circlets bright,   

They do retire for to prepare excuse,  
And blush for fear lest that they were descried,  
Or that her eye●… would messsage here the news,  
When as they had unto my glances pried:   

Thus would I feign that she did know my case,  
And yet a●…oth she should my fancies know,  
Lest that she would my little hope deface,  
And being my friend begin to be m●… foe.   

Have I not ●…d that hollow fearful voice,  
Sound in mine cares? which late pronounced my care,  
Had she ●…de so, it had been past all choice:  
For th●… I h●… been 〈◊〉 fast in snare.   

But sith this E●…o of ab●…pted air,  
breath 〈◊〉 these threats from bowels of conceit,  
It shall not Cowardlike cry my despair,  
But 〈◊〉 give me courage to entreat.   

Then 〈◊〉 patroness of my repose▪  
Divine the m●…ng of my pure intent,  
And though that fear forbids me to disclose,  
My inward care, that banisheth content.   

Yet have remorse on him that living dies,  
Unless thou take com●…on on his fate,  
Whose winged thought in pensive passion lies,  
Fenced with vail of sorrows deep debate.   

Eu'r-during care possesseth my poor mind,  
Once freed from the badge of discontent,  
To be thy thrall my soaring thoughts inclined,  
View then my plaints which do my hap lament.   

Deign to regard the silent griefs I bear,  
Hoping that signs add inward motions plead,  
True tokens of unfeigned love, yet fear,  
Eclipseth still the hope I had to speed.   

Bashful I am, sweet love speak thou for me,  
Ah well thou knowst the some of my desire,  
Love made me thrall and thou canst make me free,  
Then lend me hope to quench the kindled fire▪   

I only crave that thou shouldst know I ●…oue,  
And that I spend my days in care for thee,  
Thou art the stern which wearied bark doth move,  
Ane to the harbour of thy grace I flee.   

Not for myself alone, these panssions strive,  
And torture still my neere-decayde heart,  
Nor yet of malice others to corrive,  
But secret matters which the heavens ymp●…,   

For to increase thy noble beauty's race:  
That barren lies for want of timely seed,  
The branch, spread Palm the blossomed buds deface,  
Note ●…s is true when thou my Poem reed.   

If barren Sara unto Abraham gave,  
Agar her maid, his seed to multiply,  
That She a child by her brought forth might have?  
For to fulfil the sacred prophesy:   

Why should not I being moved by loves desire,  
And stirred by motion of the heavenly powers,  
Yield to the fury of this hallowed fi●…e,  
Whose heat cannot be quenched with stormy shower●….   

Depose the scruple of a double zeal,  
For time once lost cannot be had again,  
From all the world to thee I do appeal:  
Though thou shouldst hate, my love shall still remain.   

I vow to be true unto thee alone,  
●…nd e'er in heart none other to embrace.  
Now let fond Echo itterate my moan▪  
And part in Clouds, my fates hope to deface.   

I still will sing the glory of thy name,  
And glut myself in praising thy sweet fair,  
My pen is bound for to advance thy fame;  
Unto the heavenly region of the air:   

Then jove will pine and fret for such a love,  
When thundering blasts, of thy renowned grace,  
Shall, that great God, with thy fair beauty, move▪  
Which I in heart do honour and embrace▪   

These secret griefs this love unknown doth fo●…e,  
Whereof I die unless thou take remorse.   
FINIS.