A PROPER NEW BALLAD, Being the Regrate of a true Lover, for his Mistress Unkindness.  
To a new Tune, I'll ever love the more.  

I WIsh I were those Groves, dear heart.  
which could thy hands enshrine;  
Then should no sorrow grief nor smart,  
molest this heart of mine:  
But since the Fates doth this deny,  
which leaves me to deplore,  
My dribbling eyes shall never dry,  
until thou love me more.   

But O that I might shrouded be  
within 〈◊〉 armis or thine,  
And that my soul might say of thee,  
that thou were freely mine:  
〈…〉 I would,  
then doubtless still ad●●●e,  
And so in spite of Fate I should,  
essay to love thee more.   

I shall defy that mortal Wight,  
enjoy thee w●o●e will,  
Then I to soar an h●g●er flight  
in love, or mount me till:  
But since to one I must resign,  
thee quite and give thee o'er,  
I'll love him, for that face of thine,  
which made me love thee more,   

Nay sure same sacred Angel haunts,  
within that heart of thine,  
Whose secret power any soul enchants,  
which from thy eyes do shine:  
But O that I could thee inflame,  
〈◊〉 I 〈◊〉 him implore,  
That so by reason of the same,  
thou yet might love me more.   

But happy is thy servant sure,  
that sure a love enjoys,  
Whose smiles does all disasters cure,  
whose frowns breeds all annoys:  
As Phoebus' breaking through the cloud,  
gives heat and light in store,  
So when thou doth thine eyes unshrude,  
they make me love thee more.   

I wish were a Hawk to sour  
within the sky of love,  
And that thou metamorphosed were  
into a turtle Dove:  
There would I catch thee with delight,  
with pleasure plum there o'er,  
And 〈◊〉, should n●●●…●eath our flight,  
attempt to love thee more.   

Thy face is as a heaven which holds  
two shining suns of love,  
The which thine eyelids clouds enfold,  
in ivory Orbs they move:  
Their absence makes me like to die,  
their presence burns me sore,  
So still in these extremes I lie,  
and yet must love thee more.   

To long betwixt these ivory hills,  
which in thy bosom dwells,  
From whence the sugared nectar trils  
in sweetness that excels:  
There would I surfeit with delight,  
myself, and ne'er give o'er,  
Till love should so our sauls unite,  
as ay to love thee more.   

I like the Salamander am,  
that in the fire remains,  
And not consumed with the flame,  
I live in pleasant pains:  
O that these bodies were to act,  
as free as minds to soar,  
Then surely I at length would make  
my Lass to love me more.   

Since of the days desires our dreams,  
the true ideas are,  
I wish that of mine eyes the beams  
in sleep enclosed were:  
That slumbering I might thee possess,  
whom daily I adore,  
For waking I scare scarce transgress,  
and yet must love thee more.   

But yet if thou would condescend  
unto my dear request.  
And suffer me my health to spend,  
upon thy candid breast;  
Then surely I▪ or ever let,  
imperiously would soar,  
●s praising thee at highest rate,  
and so would love thee more.   

Some comfort unto those belong,  
who common lovers be,  
Since they upon surmise of wrong,  
can set their fancy free:  
But should I die by thy disdain,  
which others would abhor,  
My pure affection shall unstained,  
aspire to love thee more.   

Then let not black ingratitude,  
so dear a Saint disgrace,  
For it would taint the finest blood,  
and slain the fairest face:  
Since thou mayest love, and yet be chaste,  
and still behind have store,  
Then slight not him, who doth attest  
the gods, he'll love thee more.   
FINIS.   

DIAPHANTAS Words to CARIDORA upon a Disaster.  

THe sweetest saint incensed may be.  
and for a moment moved,  
To wrath by some disaster high,  
against her best beloved:  
But let it be, I were thy foe;  
as first I'll lose this breath,  
Thou shouldst not suffer down to go,  
the Sun upon thy wrath.   

I'll only curse the sulten Star,  
revealed th'unhappy hour,  
Which did me from thy presence bar,  
by his malignant power.  
That Planet I shall still allow,  
while as I here remain,  
Whose blessed aspect shall bring me to,  
my first estate again.   

But yet these strains which I to thee,  
in favour did impart,  
Thou slighted them, which threw on me  
a deadly wounding dart:  
And yet I shall be loath to grieve  
thee in the least degree,  
For thou shalt Charidora l●●ve,  
I Diaphantas 〈◊〉.   

In holy writs heavens pardons such,  
as true as infants be,  
But I could wish to weep as much  
for sins, I mourn for thee:  
Resemble then these heavenly powers,  
and grant him thy good will,  
Who wishes all to you and yours.  
that heaven can bring you till.   

How like am I unto an night?  
that dwells beneath the Pole,  
Who entertains a six months' night  
before their sun doth role:  
Since in thy absence night doth lie,  
thy presence shineth clear,  
Lend but the twilight of thine eye,  
to make my day appear.   

So shall my leaden spirits rise,  
from out this bed of care,  
To welcome thee into our skies,  
which now in darkness are:  
But if my suit thou shalt deny,  
and render frowns for love,  
Then shall that stain upon thee lie,  
while I shall constant prove.   

The ship that cuts the aisure tide,  
and from her course is driven  
By tempest, the magnettick guide,  
yet brings her to the haven;  
So we in midst of Nature's main▪  
when passions storms do blow,  
Are driven averse, yet back again▪  
by love are led also.   

Since grace and natu● doth agree,  
things striving to restore,  
Shall such a stain be found in thee?  
the saint whom I adore,  
As to deny for to be led  
by grace, and stay thine ears,  
O do not, lest for thee I shed  
my sanguine drops in tears,   
FINIS.