Emaricdulfe.  
SONNETS WRITTEN BY E. C. Esquire.  
Non sunt ut quondam, plena favoris erant.   printer's device, McKerrow 273β: "Framed device of clasped hands emerging from clouds, holding a caduceus and two cornucopias." BY WISDOM PEACE BY PEACE PLENTY 
AT LONDON, Printed for Matthew Law.  
1595.   

TO MY VERY GOOD friends, john Zouch, and Edward Fitt●n, esquires.  
BOth loving friends, forasmuch as by reason of an ague, I was enforced to keep my chamber, and to abandon idleness, I took in hand my pen to finish an idle work I had begun, at the command and service of a fair Dame, being most exquisitely well featured, and of as excellent good carriage, adorned with virtue: and understanding the story, and knowing you both to be of sufficient valour, wit, and honesty, presumed to dedicate the same to you, not doubting but that you will vouchsafe for my sake, to maintain the honour of so sweet a Saint. Thus craving you my dear friends to be patrons of these few Sonnets: being well persuaded you will excuse my unlearned writing, in regard you may be assured I am no scholar, as doth appear by this my worthless verse: hoping you will receive my goodwill with content, as I myself shall be then best satisfied. And so wishing you both as much comfortable happiness, as to my soul: I bid you hearty farewell.  
Yours in all true friendship. E. C.   

EMARICDULFE.  

SONNET. I.  

WHen first the rage of love assailed my heart,  
And towards my thoughts his fiery forces bend:  
eftsoons to shield me from his wounding dart,  
Armed with disdain, I held him in contempt.  
Curled headed love when from mount Erecine  
He saw this gear, so ill thereof he brooks,  
That thence he speeds unwilling to be seen,  
Till he had ta'en his stand in thy fair looks.  
There all enraged his golden bow he bend,  
And nockt his arrow like a pretty elf:  
Which when I saw, I humbly to him went,  
And cried hold, hold, and I will yield myself.  
Thus Cupid conquered me, and made me swear  
Homage to him, and duty to my dear.    

SONNET. II.  

HOmage to love, duty to thee my dear,  
Dear mistress of my thoughts, Queen of my joy:  
Then my life's gracious planet bright appear,  
My hearts deep grief and sorrow to destroy.  
Be not (I thee beseech) my cares maintainer:  
For in thy power it lies to save or strike,  
To kill the grief, or else the griefs retainer,  
With love or hate the infant of dislike.  
O if that cruel love did not command  
To slay my heart without remorse or pity:  
Or if he did that sad doom countermand,  
And be a gracious Queen of gentle mercy:  
Sweet show thyself divine in being pitiful,  
For nature of the gods is to be merciful.    

SONNET. III.  

WHy do I plead for mercy unto thee,  
When from offence my life & soul are clear?  
For in my heart I near offended thee,  
Unless the high pitch of his flight it were.  
I▪ that is it, I to too well consider,  
Thy sparkling beauty is the sun that melted:  
My thoughts the wax that joined his wings together,  
And till my very fall I never felt it:  
Despair the Ocean is that swallowed me,  
Where I like Icarus continue drowned,  
Till with thy beauty I revived be,  
And with loves immortality be crowned.  
True love immortal is, then love me truly:  
Sweet do, and then thy name I'll honour duly.    

SONNET. FOUR  

MY forlorn muse that never trod the path  
That leads to top of high Pierion mount,  
Nor never washed within the livesome bath  
Of learning's spring, bright Aganippe fount:  
Mine artless pen that never yet was dipped  
In sacred nectar of sweet Castalie,  
My lovesick heart that ever hath I clipped,  
Emaricdulfe the Queen of chastity:  
Shall now learn skill my Lady's fame to raise,  
Shall now take pains her virtues to record,  
And honour her with more immortal praise,  
Then ever heretofore they could afford:  
Both heart, and pen, and muse shall think it duty,  
With sigheswolne words to blaze her heavenvly beauty.    

SONNET. V  

NAture (Emaricdulf) did greatly favour,  
When first her portrait she began to pencil,  
And robbed the heavens of her chiefest honour:  
There sacred beauty all her parts doth tincill.  
Heavens Hyrarkie is in her bright eyes spheered:  
The Grace's sport in her cheeks dimpled pits:  
Trophies of majesty in her face be reared,  
And in her looks stately Saturnia sits.  
Modest Diana in her thoughts doth glory,  
Love-lacking Vesta in her heart enthroned:  
The quired Muses on her lips do story  
Their heaven sweet notes, as if that place they owned.  
But aye is me, Cupid and Venus fair  
Have no degree, save in her golden hair.    

SONNET. VI  

WIthin her hair Venus and Cupid sport them:  
Sometime they twist it Amberlike in gold,  
To which the whistling winds do oft resort them,  
As if they strove to have the knots unrold:  
Sometime they let their golden tresses dangle,  
And therewith nets and amorous gins they make,  
Wherewith the hearts of lovers to entangle▪  
Which once enthralled, no ransom they will take.  
But as to tyrants sitting in their thrones,  
Look on their slaves with tyrannising eyes:  
So they no whit regarding lovers moans,  
Doom worlds of hearts to endless slaveries,  
Unless they subiect-like swear to adore,  
And serve Emaricdulf for evermore.    

SONNET. VII.  

I Will persever ever for to love thee,  
O cease divinest sweetness to disdain me:  
Albeit my loves true types can never move thee,  
Yet from affection let not pride detain thee.  
Although my heart once purchased thy displeasure  
With overbold presumption on thy favour:  
Yet now I'll sacrifice my richest treasure  
Unto thy name and much admired honour:  
Tears are the treasure of my griefe-galed heart,  
Which on (thy love) my altar I have dropped  
To thee, that my thoughts temples goddess art,  
Hoping thy anger would thereby be stopped.  
If these to get thy grace may not suffice,  
My heart is slain, accept that sacrifice.    

SONNET. VIII.  

EMaricdulf, thou grace to every grace,  
Thou perfect life of my unperfect living:  
My thoughts sole heaven, my hearts sweet resting place,  
Cause of my woe and comfort of my grieving.  
O give me leave and I will tell thee how  
The hapless place and the unhappy time,  
Wherein and when myself I did avow  
To honour thee, and give my heart to thine.  
Weary with labour, labour that did like me,  
I gave my body to a sweet repose:  
A golden slumber suddenly did strike me,  
That in death's cabin every sense did close:  
And either in a heavenly trance or vision,  
I then beheld this pleasing apparition.    

SONNET. IX.  

A Wight was clad most Foster-like in green,  
With loyal horn and hunting pole in hand:  
Whose chanting hounds were heard in woods & seen  
The dear amazed before the rider stand:  
The keeper bids go choose the best in heard:  
The huntsman said, my choice is not to change:  
And drawing near the dear was sore afeard,  
Into the woods the rider spurred to range:  
There did he view a fair young barren do  
Within the hay fast by the purley side,  
And woodman-like did take the wind then so,  
Whereby the dear might better him abide.  
At length he shot, and hit the very same  
Where he best liked and loved of all the game.    

SONNET. X.  

But stay conceit where he best liked to love,  
Yea better he if better best might be:  
The Rider thought the best of better prove,  
Till fortune signed his fortune for to see.  
Now weary he betook himself to rest,  
Devised where he might good harbour find:  
Emaricdulf (quoth he) I am her guest,  
And thither went: she greeted him most kind:  
Welcome said she, three welcomes more she gave:  
His hand she took, and talking with him then,  
What wine or beer to drink wilt please you have,  
Six welcomes more, and so she made them ten.  
He drank his fill, and fed to his desire,  
Refreshed himself, and then did home retire.    

SONNET. XI.  

FOrthwith I saw, and with the sight was blest,  
A beauteous issue of a beauteous mother,  
A young Emaricdulf, whose sight increased  
Millions of joys each one exceeding other:  
Fair springing branch sprung of a hopeful stock,  
On thee more beauty's nature had bestowed,  
Then in her heavenly storehouse she doth lock,  
Or may be seen dispersed on earth abroad.  
Thrice had the Sun the world encompassed,  
Before this blossom with death's winter nipped:  
O cruel death that thus hast withered  
So fair a branch before it half was ript!  
Half glad with joys, and half appalled with fears,  
I waked, and found my cheeks bedewed with tears.    

SONNET. XII.  

MY cheeks bedewed, my eyes even drowned with tears  
O fearful storm that caused so great a shower▪  
Grief tied my tongue, sorrow did stop my ears,  
Because earth lost her sweetest paramour.  
O cruel heavens and regardless fates!  
If the world's beauty had compassioned you,  
You might by power have shut deaths ebongates,  
And been remorseful at her heavenly view.  
O foolish nature why didst thou create  
A thing so fair, if fairness be neglected?  
But fairest things be subject unto fate,  
And in the end are by the fates rejected.  
Young Emaric yet thou crossed the destiny,  
For thou surviv'st in feign, that near shall die.    

SONNET. XIII.  

THat I did love and once was loved of thee,  
Witness the favours that I have received:  
That golden ring, pledge of thy constancy:  
That bracelet, that my liberty bereaved:  
Those gloves, that once adorned thy lily hands:  
That handkerchief, whose maze enthralled me so:  
Those thousand gifts, that like a thousand bands  
Bound both my heart and soul to weal and woe.  
All which I wear, and wearing them sigh forth  
You instancies of her true loyalty:  
I do not keep you for your sovereign worth,  
But for her sake that sent you unto me:  
'tis she, not you, that doth compel my eyes,  
My life's sole light, my hearts sole paradise.    

SONNET. XIIII.  

ONe day, o ten times happy was that day,  
Emaricdulf was in her garden walking,  
Where Flora's imps joyed with her feet to play,  
And I to see them thitherward ran stalking,  
Behind the hedge (not daring to be seen)  
I saw the sweet sent Roses blush for shame,  
The Violets stained, and pale the Lilies been:  
Whereat to smile my Lady had good game.  
Sometimes she pleased to sport upon the grass,  
That changed his hue to see her heavenly presence:  
But when she was imasked, then (alas)  
They as myself wailed for her beauty's absence:  
They mourned for that their mistress went away,  
And I for end of such a blessed day.    

SONNET. XV.  

WHat mean our Merchants so with eager minds  
To plough the seas to find rich jewels forth?  
Sith in Emaricdulf a thousand kinds  
Are heaped, exceeding wealthy India's worth:  
Then India doth her hair afford more gold,  
And thousands silver mines her forehead shows,  
More Diamonds than th' Egyptian surges fold,  
Within her eyes rich treasury nature stows:  
Her honey breath, but more than honey sweet,  
Exceeds the odours of Arabia:  
Those precious ranks continually that meet,  
Are pearls more worth than all America.  
Her other parts (proud Cupids countermate)  
Exceed the world for worth, the heavens for state.    

SONNET. XVI.  

Look when dame Tellus clad in Flora's pride,  
Her summer vail with fair embroidery,  
And fragrant herbs sweet blossomed having died.  
And spread abroad her spangled tapistry:  
Then shalt thou see a thousand of her flowers  
(For their fair hue and life delighting savours)  
Gathered to deck and beautify the bowers  
Of Ladies fair, graced with their lovers favours.  
But when rough winter nips them with his rage,  
They are disdained and not at all respected:  
Then love (Emaricdulf) in thy young age,  
Lest being old, like flowers thou be rejected:  
Nature made nothing that doth ever flourish,  
And even as beauty fades, so love doth perish.    

SONNET. XVII.  

I Am enchanted with thy snowwhite hands,  
That maze me with their acquaint dexterity,  
And with their touch, tie in a thousand bands  
My yielding heart ever to honour thee:  
Thought of thy dainty fingers long and small,  
For pretty action that exceed compare,  
Sufficient is to bless me, and withal  
To free my chained thoughts from sorrows snare  
But that which crowns my soul with heavenly bliss,  
And gives my heart fruition of all joys,  
Their dainty concord and sweet music is,  
That poisons grief and cureth all annoys,  
Those eyes that see, those ears are blest that hear  
These heavenly gifts of nature in my dear.    

SONNET. XVIII.  

EMaricdulf, if thou this riddle read,  
This dark AEnigma that I will demand thee,  
Then for thy wisdoms well deserving meed,  
In loves pure duty thou shalt aye command me.  
A Turtle that had chose his loving mate,  
Sat seemly perched upon a red-rose breere:  
Yet saw a bird (airs paragon for state)  
That far surpassed his late espoused dear:  
He changed himself into that lustful bird  
That juno loves, and to his love resorted:  
And thought with amorous speeches to have fired  
Her constant heart: but her in vain he courted.  
When bootless he had wooed her to his pain,  
He took his leave and turned his shape again.    

SONNET. XIX.  

THe Heavens and Nature when my Love was borne,  
strove which of both should most adorn & grace her:  
The sacred heavens in wealthy natures scorn  
With wisdoms pure infusion did embrace her:  
Nature lent wings to wisdom for her flight,  
And decked my Lady with such heavenly features,  
As near before appeared in human sight,  
Ne ever sithence in terrestrial creatures.  
(Quoth Wisdom) I will guide her constant heart  
At all assays with policy to relieve her:  
(Quoth Nature) I will cast those gifts apart,  
With outward graces that I mean to give her.  
Yet were they reconciled, and swore withal  
To make her more than half celestial.    

SONNET. XX.  

THat thou art fair exceeding all compare,  
Witness thy eyes that gaze upon thy beauty,  
Witness the hearts thou daily dost ensnare,  
And draw to honour thee with lovers duty:  
That thou art wise witness the world's report,  
Witness the thoughts that do so much admire thee,  
Witness the heaven-borne Muses that resort,  
And for their mistress meekly do desire thee:  
That thou art both exceeding fair and wise,  
Witness the anguish of my silly heart:  
Thy heavenly shape hath caught me by my eyes,  
Thy secret wisdom that gives art to art,  
So circumuents me and procures my pain,  
That I must die, unless thou true remain.    

SONNET. XXI.  

ALL those that writ of heaven and heavenly joys,  
Describe the way with narrow crooked bend,  
Beset with grief, pain, horror and annoys,  
That till all end have never perfect end.  
The heaven wherein my thoughts are resident,  
The paradise wherein my heart is sainted,  
Through street-like strait highways I did attempt,  
Nor with rough care nor rigorous cross attainted  
I must confess faith was the only mean,  
For that with some for want thereof did miss,  
Only thereby at length I did obtain,  
And by that faith am now installed in bliss:  
There sleep my thoughts, my heart there set thy rest,  
Both heart & thoughts think that her heaven is best.    

SONNET. XXII.  

YE subjects of her partial painted praise,  
Pen, paper, ink, you feeble instruments:  
Unto a higher strain I now must raise  
Your mistress beauteous fair habiliments.  
Thou author of our hic Mconian verse,  
That checks the proud Castalians eloquence:  
With humble spirit if I now rehearse  
Her several grace's natures excellence:  
Smile on these rough-hewd lines, these ragged words  
That never styled from the Castalian spring:  
Nor that one true Apology affords,  
Nor never learned with pleasant tune to sing:  
So shall they live, and living still persever  
To deify her sacred name for ever.    

SONNET. XXIII.  

YE modern Laureates of this later age,  
That live the world's admirement for your writ;  
And seem infused with a divine rage,  
To show the heavenly quintessence of wit:  
You on whose weltuned verse sits princely beauty,  
Decked and adorned with heavens eternity,  
See I presume to coat (and all is duty)  
Her graces with my learning's scarcity.  
But if my pen (marcia's harsh-writing quill)  
Can feed the feeling of my thoughts desire,  
And show my wit coequal with my will,  
Then with you men divine I would conspire,  
In learned poems and sweet poesy,  
To send to heaven my Lady's dignity.    

SONNET. XXIIII.  

Ofthave I heard hony-tonged Ladies speak,  
Striving their amorous courtiers to enchant,  
And from their nectar lips such sweet words break,  
As neither art nor heavenly skill did want.  
But when Emaricdulf 'gins to discourse,  
Her words are more than weltuned harmony,  
And every sentence of a greater force  
Than Mermaids song, or Siren's sorcery:  
And if to hear her speak, Laertes heir  
The wise Ulysses lived us now among,  
From her sweet words he could not stop his ear,  
As from the Sirens and the Mermaids song:  
And had she in the Sirens place but stood,  
Her heavenly voice had drowned him in the flood.    

SONNET. XXV.  

LEt gorgeous Titan blush: for of her hair  
Each trannel checks his brightest summers shine:  
The clearest Comets drop within the air  
To see them dimmed with those her glorious eine:  
juno for state she matchless doth disgrace,  
Surpassing eke for stature Diana tall,  
Venus for fair, fair Venus for her face,  
In whose sweet looks are heaped the graces all:  
For wisdom may she make comparison  
With Pallas, yet I wrong her overmuch:  
For who so sounds her policies each one,  
Will swear Trytontas wit was never such:  
Her she exceeds, though she exceed all other,  
Being Ioues great daughter borne without a mother.    

SONNET. XXVI.  

EMaricdulf read here, but reading mark  
As in a mirror my true constancy:  
The golden Sun shall first be turned to dark,  
And darkness claim the suns bright dignity:  
The stars that spangle heaven with glistering light,  
In number more than ten times numberless,  
Shall sooner leave to beautify the night,  
And thereby make the world seem comfortless:  
First shall the Sea become the continent,  
And red-gild Dolphins dance upon the shore:  
First weary Atlas from his pain exempt,  
Shall leave the heavens to tremble evermore,  
Before I change my thoughts and leave to love thee,  
And plead with words and direful sighs to move thee.    

SONNET. XXVII.  

SWeet are the thoughts of pleasures we have used,  
Sweet are the thoughts that think of that same sweet,  
Whose sweetness is too sweet to be refused,  
That virtuous love-tast for my faith was meet:  
The taste whereof is sweeter unto me,  
Than sweetest sweet that ever nature made.  
No odours sweetness may compared be  
To this true sweetness that will never fade.  
This Sonnet sweet with cheerful voices sing,  
And tune the same so pleasing to mine ear,  
That Emaricdulf thy praises so may ring,  
As all the world thy honours fame may hear.  
Once didst thou vow, that vow to me observe,  
Whose faith and truth from thee shall never swerver.    

SONNET. XXVIII.  

IF ever tongue with heaven enticing cries,  
If ever words blown from a rent heart,  
If ever tears shed from a lovers eyes,  
If ever sighs issue of grief and smart,  
If ever trembling pen with more than skill,  
If ever paper, witness of true love,  
If ever ink, chief harbinger of will,  
If ever sentence made with art to move,  
If all of these combined by Cupid's power,  
My long-born liking to anatomise:  
Had but the art, with art for to discover  
What love in me doth by his art comprise.  
Then might the heavens, the earth, water and air,  
Be witness that I think thee only fair.    

SONNET. XXIX.  

MY heart is like a ship on Neptune's back,  
Thy beauty is the sea where my ship saileth,  
Thy frowns the surges are that threat my wrack  
Thy smiles the winds that on my sails soft gaileth  
Long tossed betwixt fair hope and foul despair,  
My sea sick heart, arrived on thy shore:  
Thy love I mean, begs that he may repair  
His broken vessel with thy bounteous store.  
Dido relieved AEneas in distress,  
And lent him love, and gave to him her heart▪  
If half such bounty thou to me express,  
From thy fair shore I never will departed:  
But thank kind fortune that my course did sort,  
To suffer shipwreck on so sweet a port.    

SONNET. XXX.  

ON Tellus' bosom spring two fragrant flowers,  
The milk-white Lily, and the blushing Rose,  
Which dainty Flora for to deck her bowers  
Above all other colours chief chose.  
These in my mistress cheeks both empire holding  
In emulation of each others hue,  
Continually may be discerned folding  
Beauty in looks, and majesty in view.  
Sometime they meet, and in a scarlet field  
War with rebellious hearts neglecting duty,  
And never cease, until they force to yield  
Them coward captives conquered by beauty.  
Emaricdulf thus didst thou play the foe,  
And I the rebel, and was conquered so.    

SONNET. XXXI.  

IN tedious volumes I do not intend  
To write my woes, my woes by love procured,  
Nor by my infant muse implore the end  
Of loves true life, this (love) I have abjured:  
Only my face (fair dear) shall be the book  
Wherein my daily care shall be rehearsed:  
Whereby thou shalt perceive when thou dost look,  
How by thy beauty's darts my heart was piersed.  
My eyes shall witness with distilling tears,  
And heart with deep fetched sighs shall manifest  
My painful torments caused by griefs and fears,  
And hourly labours mixed with deep unrest:  
Both heart, and eyes, and face shall all express,  
That only thou art cause of my distress.    

SONNET. XXXII.  

THy image is plain porturde in my thought,  
Thy constant mind is written in my heart,  
Thy seemly grace and pleasing speech have wrought  
To vow me thine, till death a sunder part:  
Thy favours forced me subject unto thee,  
Thy only care extended to my good,  
Tie lovely looks, commanded all in me  
For thy dear sake to spend my dearest blood:  
My joy consists in keeping of thy love,  
My bale doth breed if I enjoy it not:  
My service true, from thee none can remove,  
Unless both life and love I shall forgot.  
Though life and love in time must have an end,  
Yet ever I have vowed to be thy friend.    

SONNET. XXXIII.  

EMaricdulf my Orphan muses mother,  
Pure map of virtue, honours only daughter:  
Bright gem of beauty, fair above all other,  
True badge of faith, foul ignominies slaughter,  
Ensign of love, sour enemy to lust,  
The grace's grace, fair Ere●ines disgrace:  
Wrongs chief reprover, cause of what is just,  
Advices patron, counsels resting place:  
Wisdoms chief fort, wits only pure refiner,  
Grave of deceit, the life of policy,  
Fates best beloved, natures true diviner,  
Nurse of invention, hold of constancy,  
Poison of pain, Physician of annoys,  
elizium's pride, and paradise of joys.    

SONNET. XXXIIII.  

EMaricdulf, love is a holy fire  
That burns unseen, and yet not burning seen:  
Free of himself, yet chained with strong desire:  
Conquered by thee, yet triumphs in thy eine:  
An eye-bewitching vision thee in seeming,  
That shadowlike flies from a lovers eyes:  
An heaven aspiring spirit void of seeing:  
A gentle god, yet loves to tyrannize:  
Bondslave to honour, burden of conceit,  
The only god of thine eyes Hyrarkie,  
Decay of friendship, grandsire of deceit,  
More than a god, yet wants a monarkie:  
Bastard of nature that to heaven did climb,  
To seem the misbegotten heir of time.    

SONNET. XXXV.  

O Faith, thou sacred Phoenix of this age,  
Into another world from hence exiled  
Divorced from honour by unheedful rage,  
Pure virtues nest by hateful vice defiled:  
Thou faith that callest thy firname Constancy,  
Christened above the ninefold glorious sphere,  
And from the heavens derives thy pedigree,  
Planting the root of thy fair lineage there:  
Let this thy glory be above the rest,  
That banished earth where thou didst once remain,  
Thou yet mayst harbour in my mistress breast,  
So a pure chest pure treasure may contain,  
And in her living beauty never old,  
Seem like a precious Diamond set in gold.    

SONNET. XXXVI.  

WHen I behold heavens all beholding stars,  
I do compare them to my woes and smart,  
Caused by the many wounds and mighty scars  
That love hath trenched in my bleeding heart:  
And when I think upon the Ocean sands,  
Me thinks they number but my lady's beauties,  
And represent the infinites of bands  
Wherein my heart is bound to endless duties:  
And when I see natures fair children thrive,  
Nursed in the bosom of the fruitful earth,  
From my chaste vows they their increase derive;  
And as they spring, so have my vows their birth:  
And as the stars and sands have endless date,  
So is my love subject to nought but fate.    

SONNET. XXXVII.  

O Lust of sacred love the foul corrupter,  
Usurper of her heavenly dignity,  
Folly's first child, good counsels interrupter  
Fostered by sloth, first step to infamy,  
Thou hellborn monster that affrights the wise,  
Love-choking lust, virtues disdainful foe:  
Wisdoms contemner spurner of advise,  
Swift to forswear, to faithful promise slow,  
Be thou as far from her chast-thoughted breast,  
Her true love kindled heart, her virtuous mind,  
As is all-seeing Titan from the west,  
When from Aurora's arms he doth untwined.  
Nature did make her of a heavenly mould,  
Only true heavenly virtues to enfold.    

SONNET. XXXVIII.  

MY thoughts ascending the high house of fame,  
Found in records of virtuous monuments  
A map of honours in a noble frame,  
Shining in spite of deaths oft banishments:  
A thousand colours Love sat suited in,  
Guarded with honour and immortal time,  
Lust led with envy, fear, and deadly sin,  
Opposed against fair Loves outliving line.  
True Constancy kneeled at the feet of Love,  
And begged for service, but could not procure it:  
Which seen, my heart stepped forth & thought to move  
Kind Love for favour, but did not allure it:  
Yet when my heart swore Constancy was true,  
Love welcomed it, and gave them both their due.    

SONNET. XXXIX.  

IMage of honour, virtues first borne child,  
Nature's fair painted stage, Fame's brightest face,  
Siren that never with thy tongue beguiled,  
Sibyl more wise than Cumas Sibyl was,  
When learning's sun with more resplendent gleams,  
Shall with immortal flowers of poesy,  
Bred by the virtue of Bram bigning beams  
Deck my invention for thy dignities  
With heavenly hymns thy more than heavenly parts  
I'll deify, thy name commands such duty,  
Though many heads of poisest poets arts  
Are insufficient to express thy beauty,  
Thy name, thy honour, and loves purity,  
With Stanzas, Lays and Hymns I'll stellify.    

SONNET. XXXX.  

SOme beauties make a god of flattery,  
And scorn Eliziums eternal types,  
Nathes, I abhor such faithless prophesy,  
Lest I be beaten with thy virtues stripes,  
Wilt thou survey another world to see?  
Delia's sweet Prophet shall the praises sing  
Of beauties worth exemplified in thee,  
And thy names honour in his sweet tunes ring:  
Thy virtues Collen shall immortalize,  
Collen chaste virtues organ sweetst esteemed,  
When for Eliza's name he did comprise  
Such matter as inventions wonder seemed.  
Thy virtues he, thy beauties shall the other.  
christian a new, whiles I sit by and wonder.    
Mea fortuna tua  hody sic eras, & semper. qd. E. C.  
FINIS.