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 P r e fa t o ry N o t e
T HI little volume
S has been compiled the hope that in

it will supply—i some m ea ure at any rate—what is

n
unquestionably a felt need For though the name of
s ,

S i Philip S idney is as fa m iliar in the ears of E nglish

.

men as hou ehold word and he himself deservedly

r
”

honoured as one of the most chivalrous and romantic

s s,

figures in our country s hi tory and thou gh his ’

reputation as a writer of graceful and poeti prose

s
“

is sufficiently well establi hed —i annot be said that

c
t c
his ver e has yet re eived the re ognition which is its
s ,

s c c
due True nthologists have fam iliarised the general
reader with a few of the m ore notable of the A ph l
.
, a

s tr o
d S l l sonnets while at lea t one other poem of
e

an te a

S idney s quasi sonnet form —the exqui ite lines from

, s
’
1n

the A — d commen in g My true love hath my

,
-
s
“
r ca i a, c
heart has taken its pla e a m ong the most beautiful ,

of our— national songs S till the bulk of S idney s

c
’

verse and in particular the lyri al part of i —is

.
,

t
known to omparatively few save the lovers of that
c
c

glorious legacy which E lizabethan E n gland bequeathed

to us three enturies — I m y be that A
c ph la o t s tr o
d S l l has s ffered i re gard to later p p
g a e
an te a

tion of its beauty and its power—b y reason of tho e

u h a re ci a

very characteristics which sta m p it as so—distinctive a

s

p roduct of its writer and its its closely

mitative quality its burden of poeti al conceits
g a e
“ ”
i

its author s fondness for the wellin g phrase its

; c ;
’ “ ”

aloofne s from the more h m anising realities f the

s ;
s

ordinary love s pas ion and the further fa t of i

u o
’
r ts
kinship in style and literary hara ter with the
s ; c

Neverthele s it remains true that S idney

c c
A di
r ca a

has yet to com e into the poeti al kin gdom that is his
. s ,

by every literary and artisti ri ght

c
c
O f h story commonly supposed to be unfolded in
.

t e
the famous sonnet sequence which has been so largely
laid under contribution in the accompanying selection
-

,
 P r fa t o ry N t e
e o

and whi h takes rank second only to h greatest of

c t e
that splendid E lizabethan line it is not the place here
to speak in detail Regarding with disfavour as the ,

present editor doe the theory of the serious

.
,

and intimately autobiographical significan e of these

s,

poems of which so much has been m ade by many

c

latter day writer he h not scrupled where

,

as ne ce s
ary to separate them from their ontext and to let
-
s, ,

each sonnet speak for itself under a title of his own

, c ,

devising In the ca e al o of the m ajority of the

remainin g pieces it m y be re m arked the titles are
. s s

a
the present writer own He tr ts however that ,
’
s
,

the liberty he has thu taken m y not be regarded as

. us , ,

in any sense derogatory to the genius of the maker of

s a

the poems themselves

Mary S idney whose nam e has come down to us
.

inextricably intertwi ed with that of her ill strious and

,

devoted brother is represented by her two extant

u

ori ginal production in verse Apart from her m m ,

association with S i Philip in regard to the

s . e or

abl e

latter s fam ous pastoral romance and to their joint

r
’

authorship of a m etrical version of the Psalter apart ,

moreover from the loveliness of her own character ,

Mary S idney merit grateful recognition and remem

, ,

brance— a bountiful and disinterested patroness of

s
as
poets amon g whom was the writer represented in
the on luding se tion of this booklet —and as in
c
point of ti m e the first E n glish authoress of repute
c c ,

The trio enumer ted on title page is co m pleted

.
,

by the name of Matthew Roydon (fl 5 8 8 a

a ou r -

1
writer of no little distinction in h i day whose E l gy
.

e
given here in its entirety notwithstandin g i uneq al
s ,

ts
haracter though usually represented in q otation by
-

,
u

a few of—the m ore mu i al and s m oothly fl wi g of its

c ,
u

o n
stan z as was one of the m ost notable ontrib tions to
s c -

that rich tream of obituary verse whi h flowed in

c u

so full a flood fro m Z ph battlefield and whi h

s c
’
ut en s
S penser hi m elf au gm ented with his own melodious
, c

lam ent for the beloved and much mourned Astrophel

s
-
“ ”

A N UN H K Y W HI
.

SHTO -
D ER - L YN E , . E L SE TE .

A ugu s t 1 905 .
 S ir P h ili p S i d ne y
I . S o nn e t s a n d
Q ua t o rz a i ns
H c ar t s T ra n s c r i pt
’

L or uvc i n tr u th , a nd f a i n i n v er s e my l ove t o s h ow,

Th a t s h e dea r S h e, mi gh t t a he s ome p l ea s u r e of my
,

fia z n ,

P l ea s u r e migh t ca use he r r ea d, r ea di ng mi gh t ma h e her

h now’
Kn owl e dge migh t p i ty wi n, a nd i ty g r a ce ohta i n ,
I s ough t fit wor ds to p a i n t th e h a ch es t f a ce of woe ;
S t u dy i ng i nv en t i on s fine, h er wi ts to e n te r t a i n
Oft t u r n i ng oth er s l ea v es , to s ee if th en ce wo u l d/l o w
’

S ome f r es h a n d f r u i tf u l s h ower s up on my s u n bu r n ed -

hr a i n .

B u t wor d s ca me h a l t i ng f or th , wa nt i ng Inv en ti on s ’

s t ay

ch i l d, fled da me
’ ’ ’
Inv ent i on, N a tu r e s p
s te -
S l u ny s

A nd oth er s feet s ti l l s ee med hu t s tr a nger s i n my way

’
.

Th us , gr ea t wi th ch i l d to sp ea h , a n d h elp l es s i n my
t h r oes ,
B i ti ng my t r u a n t pen hea t i ng my s elf f or sui te,
,

Fool , s a i d my Mu s e to m e, L ooh i n t hy h ea r t, a nd
” “

wr i te ”
.

( A s tr oph el a nd S tel l a , I ) .
 S ir P h i l ip S idn e y

F u ll C o n q u e s t
NOT at the first si ght nor with a dribbed shot
Love gave the wound whi h while I breathe will bleed , ,

But known worth did in m ine of time proceed , c

Till by degrees it had full conquest got ,

I saw d liked I liked but lov ed not

, , .

an
I loved but strai ght did not what Love decreed
, ,

At len gth to Love de ree I forced agreed

,
’

Yet with repinin g at so partial lot

,
s c s, , , ,

Now even that foot tep of lost liberty

.

Is gone and now like lave bor Muscovite

, s

n
I all it praise to suffer tyranny
, ,
s -
,

c
And now employ the re m nant of m y wit
To m ake m yself believe that all is well
While with a feeling kill I p int my hell
,
s , a
,

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a ,

NO M u s e but O ne
L ET dainty wits y on the Sisters nine cr

That br vely masked their fancies may be told ,

D —Pindar apes fl they in phrases fine

a ,
,
’
aunt

m l i g with pied flower their thou ghts of gold

r s -

E
’
na n
O else let them in stately glory shine
s

E nnoblin w found tropes with problem old

r ,

g ne
O with stran ge simile enri h ea h line
-
s

O f herbs or beasts which Ind or Afric hold

r s c c ,

For m in ooth no Muse but I know

.

o ne

Phra es d problems from m rea h do grow

e, s ,
:

an

And tr n ge thin gs o t too lear for my poor prites

s y c

How then ? E ven thus In Stella s fa e I read

s a c s s .

What Love and Beaty be then all my deed

c

But copyin g is what in her Nature write s .

( A s t r op h el a nd S tel l a ,
8
 S ir P hi l ip S idn ey

. Imu st S t e ll a l o v e
IT is most true that eyes are formed to serve
The inward light and that the h ly part e av n
’

O ught to be Kin g fro m whose r les who do swerve

,

Re b els to N ture strive for their own smart,

u ,

It is m ost true what we all C pid dart

a , .

’
s

An image is whi h for ourselves we carve

, c u

And fool adore in temple of our heart

,
c ,

Till that good God make hurch and churchmen starve

, s, ,

True that true beauty Virtue is indeed

c .

Whereof thi beauty be but a shade

,

ca n
,

Whi h ele m ent with m ortal m ixture breed

s ,

True that on earth we are but pilgrims made

c s .

And should in soul up to our countr move

, ,

d yet true that I must S tella love

y
Tr ue fi
an , .

( A s tr op hel a nd S t el l a , V ) .

S t e ll a S Fa c e
Q U N Virtue s Court which some call Stella s face
EE
’ ’

Prepared by Nature s hoicest furniture ’

, ,

Hath his front built of alabaster pure

c ,

Gold is the overing of that tately place

The door by whi h so meti m es o m es forth her gra e
c s .

Red porphyry is whi—h lo k of pearl makes sure

, c c c ,

Whose por hes ri h whi h nam e of h k endure

,
c c ,

c ec s
Marble mixed red—and white do interlace
c c c

The windows now thro gh whi h thi h l y guest

.
, ,
’
e av n
Look over the world and find nothin g s h
u c s

ca n
Whi h dare cl i m from those li ghts the na m e f b
s ,
uc ,

o es t
O f touch they are that without touch do touch
c a

Which Cupid s self from Beauty s mind did draw

’
,
’
,

O f touch they are and poor I am their straw

,

,
.

( A s tr oph el a nd S tel l a , IX .
)
9
 S ir Phi l ip S idn e y

L o v e s Ch i l d l i k e n e ss
’

IN truth Love with what a boyish kind

0
Thou dost pro eed in thy most serious ways
, ,

That when the h to thee h i be t di plays

c ,
’
eav n
Yet of that be t thou l the best behind
s s s ,
’
e av s t
For like a hild that some fair book doth find
s

With gilded leaves or coloured vell m plays

, c ,

O at the most on some fine picture stays

u ,

r,

But never heeds the fruit of writer s mind

,
’
,

S when thou w in Nature s cabinet ’ ’

o, sa st
S tella thou strai ght l k babie in her eyes ,
’
oo st

In her cheeks pit thou didst thy pitfold set

, s
’

And in her breast b peep or crou hin g lies ,

Playing and shinin g in each outward part

o- c ,

But fool k not to get into her heart

, ,
s ee
’
st .

(A s t r op h el a nd S tel l a , X I ) .

—
S t e ll a Tr u e s t N u rs e o fFa m e
YO U that do earch for every purling spring
Which fro m the ribs of old Parnas us flows
s

And every flower not sweet perhaps whi h grows

s ,

Near thereabouts into your poesy wring , , c

You that do dictionary s method brin g ,

’

Into your rhymes r nnin g in rattling rows u

You that poor Petrar h long d é d woes ,

c
’
s -
e ce a s
With new born si ghs and deni z ened wit do sin g
You take wron g wa tho e far set helps be such
-

y s s

As do bewray a want of inward tou h

-

And sure at length stolen goods do co me to li ght

c ,

But if both for your love and skill your name

,

You seek to nurse at fullest brea ts of Fame

,

s
,

S tella behold and then begin to indite

,

.
,

(A s tr oph el a nd S tel l a , X V ) .

IO
 S ir Phi l ip S id ne y

W
Amo r P r ee c e p tor
ON Cupid s bow how are my heart strings bent
’

That see my wra k and yet e m brace the same 1

-
,

c
hen most I glory then I feel most shame ,

;
I willing run yet while I run repent ,

My be t wits still their own disgra e invent

,

c
My very ink turns strai ght to S tella s name
s .

And yet my words as them my pen doth frame

Advi e themselves that they are vainly spent , ,

For though she pass all things yet what is l l

s .

a
That unto me who fare like him that both ,

Looks to the skies and in a ditch doth fall ?

,

0 let me prop my mind yet in his growth

And not in nature for best fruits unfit , ,

S cholar saith Love bend hitherward thy wit

.

“ ” “ ”
.
, ,

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a , X IX .
)

L o v e s A s t r o l o gy
’

T H UGH dusty wits dare scorn astrology

O
And fools can think those lamps of purest light
Whose number ways greatness eternity
Promisin g wonders wonders do invite , , , ,

To have for no cause birthri ght in the sky ,

But for to spangle the bla k weeds of night

O for so m e brawl which in that chamber hie
c ,

r
They sho ld still dance to please a gazer s sight ’

For m I do Nature unidle know

u

e,
And know great auses great e ffects procure ,

And know those bodies hi gh rain on the low

c ,

And if these rules did fail proof makes me sure

.

Who oft fore judge my after following race , ,

By only those two stars in S tella s face

- -
,
’

XX V )
.

( A s tr ofihel a nd S tel l a , I
II
.
 S i r Phi l ip S i d n ey

O f F e ll o w s h i p 0 M o o n ,

W I H how sad steps 0 Moon thou l imb the skies

T
’
st
How silently and with how wan a fa e , , c ,

What may it be that even in h l y place

, c
’
eav n
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries ?
S ure if that lon g with love cquainted eyes
Can j dge of love thou f l a lover s case
,
- - -
a
’ ’
u st
I read it in thy looks thy lan gui hed gra e
, ee .

To m that feel the like thy state de ries

s c
e,
Then ev n of fellowship 0 Moon tell me , sc .

Is constant love deemed there but want of wit

, , , ,
?

Are beauties there proud as here they be ? as

Do they above love to be loved and yet
Those lovers s orn whom that love doth posse s ?
c
,

Do they call virtue there un gratefulness ?

s

(A ph l d S ll XX X I ) s tr o e an te a, .

S t e ll a s E n r i ch in g N a me
’

W HA may words say or what may words not say

T
Where Truth itself m ust speak like Flattery ? , ,

Within what bounds can one his liking tay

Where Nature doth with i nfinite agree ?
s ,

What Nestor ounsel can my fla m es allay

’

S in e Reason s self doth blow the coal in me ?

s c ,
’
c

And ah what hope that Hope should once see day

Where Cupid is sworn page to Chastity ?
, , ,

Honour is honoured that thou do t possess

Him as thy slave and now lon g needy Fame ,
s

Doth even grow ri h namin g m y S tella s name

-
,
’

Wit learns in thee perfe tion to e x press

c ,
.

Not thou by praise but praise by thee is raised

c

I t is a praise to praise when thou art prai ed,

XXX V ) ,
.

(A ph l d S ll s tr o e an te a, .

12
 S ir Ph i l i p S i dn ey

Ri ch z A L o ve r
’

S Ri dd l e

in R hym e

M Y mouth doth water and my breast doth swell

My ton gue dot h itch my thoughts in labour be
, ,

Listen then lordin gs with good ear to me

,

For of my life I must a riddle tell

, , ,

Towards Aurora s Court a nymph doth dwell

.

Rich in all beauties whi h man eyes see ’

ca n
,

Beauties so far from rea h of words that we

c s

Abase her praise sayin g she doth excel

c ,

Rich in the treasure of deserved renown

Rich in the ri hes of a royal heart ,

Rich in those gifts which give the eternal crown

c ,

Who though m ost rich in these and every part

Whi h make the patents of true worldly bliss
,

Hath no misfortune but that R i h she is c

,

XXX V
.

( A s tr oph el a nd S tel l a , II ).

I n v o c a t i o n to S l e e p
C M Sleep ! 0 S leep the certain knot of peace
O E,
The baitin g place of wit the balm of woe , ,

The poor m an s wealth the p i relea e

-
, ,
’ ’
r s o ne 1 s

The indi fferent judge between the hi gh and low

,
s ,

With shield of proof shield me from out the prease

O f those fier e darts Despair at me doth throw
0 make in me those civil wars to cease
c

I will good tribute pay if thou do 50

Take thou of me smooth pillow sweetest bed
.
,

s,

A chamber deaf to noise and blind to li ght ,

A rosy garland and a weary head ,

And if these things as bein g thine I n right

Move not thy heavy gra e thou shalt in m
, ,

Livelier than elsewhere S tella ima e see

c , e,
’
g
XXXIX )
, s .

(A ph l d S ll
s tr o e an te a, .

I3
 S ir Ph i l ip S idn ey

T h ro u g h S t e ll a s Gl a n c e
’

H A I N G this day my horse my hand my lance

V
Guided so well that I obtained the prize , ,

Both by the judgment of the E n glish eyes ,

And of some sent from that sweet enemy France

Horsemen my skill in hor emanship advan e ,

Townsfolk my stren gth a daintier judge applies

s c ,

His praise to sleight whi h from good use doth risec

S ome lucky wits impute it but to chance

O thers because of both ides I do take
My blood fro m them who did ex el in this
,
s

Think Nature me a m arms did make

c ,

a n- a t -
How far they shot awry The true cause is
.

S tella look d on and from her h l y face

,
’
e e av n

S ent forth the beams whi h m ade so fair my ra e

,

fih l d S l l XL I )
c c .

(A s tr o e an te a, .

S t e ll a s Ey e s
’

0 Y E which do the spheres of beauty move

E S,
Whose beams be joys whose joy all virtues be
Who while they make Love onquer onquer Love ,
s

The schools where Venus hath learned hastity

c , c
,

0 eye where humble looks most glorious prove

c

O nly loved tyrants just in ruelty

s, ,

Do not 0 do not fro m poor me re m ove

-
, c

Keep still my z enith ever hine on m

, ,

For though I never see the m but strai ghtways

, e

My life forgets to nourish lan guished prites ,

S
Yet still on me 0 eye dart down your rays ,

And if from majesty of sa red lights

,
s,

O ppressin g mortal sense my death pro eed

,
c ,

c
Wra ks triumphs be which Love hi gh set doth breed
c
, ,

( As tr ophel a nd S tel l a , X L II ) .
.

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 S ir Phi l ip S id n e y

T h o s e M or nin g S t ars
SO U joy bend not those morning stars from m
L S
’
e,
Where Virtue is made stron g by Beauty s might ’

Wh ere Love is chasteness Pain doth learn delight

And Humbleness grows one with Majesty , ,

Whatever may ensue 0 let me be

.

C partner of the riches of that sight

,

Let not mine eyes be blinded from that light

o-

0 look 0 shine 0 let me die and see

For tho gh I oft myself of them bemoan
.
, , ,

That throu gh my heart their beamy darts be gone

u

Whose cureless wounds even now m ost freshly bleed ,

Yet since my death wound is already g ot ,

,

Dear killer spare not thy sweet ruel shot

-

-
c

A kind of gra e it is to slay with speed

,

c .

( A s tr op hel a nd S tel l a , X L VIII ) .

T he L ov e r c a nn o t ch o o s e
but e te
S TE L L A the fulness of my thoughts of thee
Cannot h stayed within my pantin g breast
,

e
But they do swell and struggle forth of me ,

Till that in words thy figure be expres sed ,

And yet as soon as they so formed be

W
A cordin g to my lord Love s own behest
,
’
,

With sad eyes I their weak proportion see

c ,

To portrait what which in this world is best

S that I cannot choose b write my mind
.

ut

A d cannot hoose but put out what I write

o ,

n
hile these poor babes their death in birth do fi nd
c ,

And now my pen these lines had dash ed quite

But tha t they stopped his fury fro m the same ,

Because their fore front bare sweet S tella s name

-
’
,

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a , L .
)
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 S ir Phi l i p S i dn ey
He s e e s h i s S h a m e in S t e ll a s
’

B lush
IN martial sports I had my cunning tried
And yet to break more staves did me address ,

While with the people s shouts I must confess ’

,

Youth luck and praise even filled my veins with pride

, , ,

When Cupid having me his slave descried

, ,

In Mars s livery pran ing in the press

’
, , ,

What now Si F 1 I aid h —I would no less

c ,
”
r 00 e,
Look here I say 2 I looked and S tella spied
, s
”

Who hard by m ade a window send forth li ght

, , ,

My heart then quaked then da z zled were mine eye

.
, ,

hand forgot to rule the other to fight ,

s,

One
Nor tru m pet s sound I heard nor friendly cries
’
, ,

My foe came on and beat the air for me ,

Till that her blush taught me m y sham e to see

, ,

(A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a , L III ) .

Cup i d s Ri g h t B ad g e w o r n
o n l y In t h e H e ar t

B AU I breathe not love to every one

EC SE
Nor do not use set olours for to wear c
,

Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair ,

Nor give each speech a full point of a groan ,

The courtly nym phs acquainted with the moan ,

O f the m who in their lips Love s standard bear

,
’

What he say they of me now I dare swear “

He cannot love no no let him alone

,

And think so stil l so S tella know m y m ind

.
, ,

Profes indeed I do not Cupid s art ,

’

But you fair maids at length this true shall find

s ;

That h i right badge is but worn in the heart

, , ,

Dumb wans not hatterin g pie do lovers prove

s

They love indeed who quake to say they love

s , c s,

( A s tr ep/te l a nd S t el l a , L I V ) .

16
 S i r P h i l i p S i dn e y

Sa ucy L o v e
L still a boy and oft a wanton is
O V E,
S hooled only by h i mother s tender eye
, ,
’

What wonder then if he his lesson mi

c s .

ss ,

When for so soft a rod dear play he try ?

And yet my Star be ause a su gared kiss
In sport I sucked while she asleep did lie
, c

Doth lower nay chide nay threat for only this ,

S weet it was sau y Love not humble I

, , ,

But no scuse serves she makes her wrath appear

,
c ,
.

In Beauty throne see now who dares ome near

’

Those scarlet judges h i g bloody pain ?

s , c
’
t rea t n n

l y fool thy m ost kiss worthy face

,
’
0 h e av n
An ger invests with su h a lovely gra e
-
,

That Anger s self I needs must kill again

c c ,
’

(A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a , L X X

I n s p i r e d w i th S t e ll a s K i ss
’

I N R drank of Aganippe s well

E VE
’

Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit ,

And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to dwell ,

Poor laym an I for sa red rites unfit

S ome do I hear of poets fury tell
, c .

But God wot—wot not what they mean by it ,

And this I swear by bla kest brook of Hell

-

I am no pick purse of another s wit

c ,
’

How falls it then that with so smooth an ease

- .

My thoughts I speak and what I speak doth flow

, ,

In verse and that my verse best wits doth please ?

Guess we the ause ? What is it this ? Fie no l

,
”

O so Mu h less How then ? S ure thus it is

c , ,
”
r
My lips are sweet inspired with S tella s kiss
c .
,
’

X V)
.
,

( A s tr ofihe l a nd S tel l a , L X I .

18
 S i r P h i l i p S idn e y

C o r o n a V e ra
OF all the kings that ever here did rei gn
E dward named fourth as first in praise I name ,

Not for his fair outside nor well lined brain

, , ,

Al though less gifts imp feathers oft on fame

-
, ,

Nor that he could youn g wise wise valiant frame

.

His sire s reven ge joined with a kingdom s gain

- -
, , ,
’ ’

And gained by Mars could yet mad Mars so tame

,

That balance weighed what sword did late obtain ,

Nor that he made the fl — d ly so fraid s

’

Though stron gly hed ged f bloody lions paws

eu r -
e -

’
o
That witty Louis to him a tribute paid ,

Nor this nor that nor any su h small cause

But only for this worthy kni ght durst prove
, , c

To lose his crown rather than fail his love

X V)
.
,

( A s tr op h el a nd S t el l a , L X .

I n no mo r e but th e s e
T H looks whose beams be joy whose motion is
O SE
delight , ,

That face whose lecture shews what perfect beauty is

That p which doth give dark hearts a living
,
r e s e nce ,

r gl t
That g race which Venus weeps that she herself doth
1 l ;

m ss i
,

That hand which without touch holds more than Atlas ’

mi ght ,

Thos lips which make death s pay a mean price for

e
’

a kiss ,

That skin whose past praise hue scorns this poor term
of white
-
,

Those words which do sublime the quintessence of

bliss ,

19
 S i r Ph i l ip S idn e y
That voice which makes the soul plant himself in the
ears ,

That onversation sweet where such high omforts be

;

As onstrued in true spee h the nam e of h

c ,
c ,
’
c e av n i t

bears
, c ,

Make me in my best houghts and q i judgment t u et s t

’

see
That in no more but these I mi ght be fully blest
Yet ah my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the best
, ,
.

( A s tr op h el a nd S te l l a , L X X VII ) .

S t e ll a s K i ss
’

0 KIems which
Or g
SS dost those ruddy gems impart
or fruits of new found Paradi e ,

Breathing all bliss and w i g to the heart

- s ,
’
e et n n
Tea hing dumb lips a nobler exercise , s ,

0 kiss which souls even souls together ties

c

By links of love and only Nature s art , ,

’

How fain would I paint thee to all men s eyes ’

O of thy gifts at least shade out some part

But she forbids with blushing words she says
r

Sh builds her fame on hi gher seated praise

,

e
But my heart burns I cannot silent be
-
.

Then since dear life you fain would have me p ace

.

e
And i mad with deli ght want wit to cea e
, , , ,

S p you my mouth with still still kissing m

, , s ,

te e
d S l l L X XXI
, .

(A ph l s tr o e an te a,

P ar d o n S w e e t N y m ph ,

N M H of the garden where all beauties b

Y P
Beauties whi h do in e x ellency pass
e,

His who till death looked in a wat ry glass

c c
’

O hers whom k d the Trojan boy did see

,
’
r na
20
 S i r P h i l i p S i dn ey
S weet garden nymph which k p the cher y tree ee
’
st

Who e fruit doth far the Hesperian taste surpass

-
, r -

Most sweet fair most fair sweet do not alas

s ,

From coming near those cherries banish me

- -
, , , ,

For though full of desire empty of wit

.

Admitted late by your best gra ed gra e

, , ,

I aught at one of them and hungry bit

-
c c ,

Pardon that fault on e more grant me the pla e

c , ,

c c

And I do swear even by the same deli ght

I will but kiss I never more will bite
, ,

X
.

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a , L X X II ) .

W y
H i g hw ay
H IGH AY in e you my hief Parnassus be
And that m M se to some ears not u sweet
s c

Tempers her words to tramplin g horses feet

u ,
c
n
’
,

More oft than to a chamber melody

Now blessed you h onward blessed me
-
,

e ar
To her where I my heart safe left hall meet
My Muse and I mu t you of duty greet
, ,
-
,
s

With thanks and wishes wishin g thankfully

s

Be you still fair honoured by public heed

.
,

By no en roach m ent wron ged nor time forgot

,

Nor bla m ed for blood nor sha m ed for sinful deed

c ,

And that you know I envy you no lot ,

O f hi ghest wi h I wish you so mu h bli ss,

Hundreds of years you Stella s feet may kiss

s , c
’

(A ph l d S ll L X X XI V )
s tr o e an te a, .

D i sav o w a l
S TE L L A think not that I by verse seek fame
Who seek who hope who love who live but thee
, ,

Thine eyes m y pride thy lips my history

, , ,

I f thou praise not all other praise is shame

,
,

21
 S ir P hi l i p S i dn e y
Nor so ambitious am I as to frame
A nest for my youn g praise in laurel tree ,

In truth I swear I wish not there should be

Graved in my epitaph a Poet s name
,
’

Nor if I would could I just title make

.

That any laud thereof to me should grow

, , ,

Without my plumes fro m others wings I take ’

,

For nothin g from my wit or will doth flow

S ince all my words thy beauty doth indite
,

And Love doth hold my hand and m ake me write s

,

XC )
.

( A s tr op h el a nd S te l l a , .

Say a ll
BE your words made good Si of Indian ware
That you allow them me by so small rate
,
r, ,
?

O do you urted S partans imitate ?

O do you m ean my tender ears to spare
r c

That to my questions you so total are ?

r ,

When I demand of Ph i Stella s state aan x

’

You say for ooth You left her well of late

-
,
“ ”

O God think you that satisfies my care ?

, s ,

I would know whether she did sit or walk

How clothed how waited on sighed she or smiled
Whereof— with whom —how often did she talk , ,

With what pastimes Ti m e s journey she beguiled

,
’

If her lips dei gned to sweeten my poor name

S y all and all well said still say the same
a ,

XC
.

( A S l f Ofi l
/Zc’
a nd S tel l a , 11 .
)

S t e ll a S i c k
W H R be those ro es gone which sweetened so
E E
our eyes ?
s ,

Where those red cheeks which oft with fair increase

did fram e , , ,

The hei ght of honour in the kindly badge of sha m e ?

Who hath the cri m son weed stol n from my m orning ’

skies
s
?

22
 S ir Ph i l ip S i dn e y
How doth the colour fade of those vermilion dyes
Which Nature s self did make d self ingrained the
’
an
,

same
-
,

I would know by what right this paleness over ame

That hue whose force m y heart still unto thraldom
c

ties ,

G len s adoptive sons who by a beaten way

.

’
a
Their judgments hackney on the fault on sickness lay
,

But proof m akes me say they mistake it ,

ffeeling
ar
I t is but love which makes this paper pe fect white r
To write therein more fresh the story of delight ,

Wh lst Beauty s reddest ink Venus for him doth

i
’
,

st r
i .

( A s tr op h el a nd S t el l a , C II .
)

O n S e e in g the W in d s
p l ay in g w i th S t e ll a s H a i r
’

0 H A Y Thames that didst my tella bear

PP S
I saw thee with full many a smilin line ,

g
Upon thy che ful face Joy s livery wear
,

er
’

While those fair planets on thy strea m s did shine , ,

The boat for joy could not to dance forbear

.

While wanton winds with beauties so divine ,

Ravished stayed not—till in her golden hair— ,

They did themselves O sweetest prison l twine

, ,

And fain those IE l youths there would their stav

.

’
o s
Have made b f d by Nature till to flyu t,
’
s

First did with p fli g kis those locks display

, o rc ,

n
Sh so dishevelled blushed from window I
u s

:
With si ght thereof cried out 0 fair disgrace
e, ,

Let Honour s self to thee grant hi ghest pla e

’
, ,

c
,

( A s tr ophel a nd S tel l a , CIII ) .

23
 S i r P h i l i p S i dn ey

B as i l i u s ’

L o v e C o m p l a in t -

L ET not old g disgrace my hi gh desire

e
heavenly soul in human shape contained
a ,

O
O ld wood inflam ed doth yield the bravest fire
,

When youn ger doth in smoke his virtue spend ,

Nor let white hairs whi h on m y fa e do grow c c

S eem to yo r eyes of a dis gra eful hue c

S ince whiteness doth present the sweetest show

u ,

Which makes all eyes do hom age unto you ,

O l d age is wise and f ll of on tant truth

.

O l d age well stayed from ran ging humour lives

u c s

O l d g hath known what ever was in youth

a

m the greater honour gives

e

O ld g
’

And to old g since you yourself a pire

a e o e r co e

Let not old age di gra e m y hi gh de ire

a e s ,

s c s .

T he B arga in
M Y true love hath—my heart and I have his
By just e x change one for the other given , ,

I hold his dear and m ine he annot miss

There never was a bargain better driven
, c

His hear in me keeps me and him in one

.

t
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides
He loves m heart for on e it was his own
I herish his be ause in me it bides
y c
c
His heart his wound re eiv ed fro m m y si ght
c .

My heart was wounded with his wounded heart

c

For as from me on him his hurt did li ght

S still methou ght in me his hurt did mart
,
o

Both equal hurt in this han ge ought bli

s

My true love hath m y heart and—I have his

,
c s o ur s s,

, .

( A r ca di a E h IIL Ca r i ta ’
: . s S ong .
)
24
 S ir P hi l ip S idn ey

M us ido r u s
’

S on g
IAsNNature
S CENature s works be good and death doth serve
’

s work why sho ld we fear to die

’
,

?
ince fear i vai but when it may preserve ,
u

S n

Why should we fear that whi h we cannot fly ?

s ,

Fear is m ore pain than is the pain it fears

c

Disarmin g hu m an m inds of native might ,

While each conceit an u gly figure bears

Whi h were not evil well viewed in reason s li ght ,
’

only eye which di mm ed with passions be

c ,
.

O
And s ar e di ern the dawn of oming day
ur s, ,

Let them be leared and now begin to see

c c sc c ,

life is but a step in du ty way

c ,

O
Then let us hold the bliss of pea eful mind
ur s

S ince thi we feel great loss we annot find

c
s ,
c .

( A r ca di a Eh . V) .

A Far e we ll
O FT hav I mused but now at length I find
e
Why those that die m say they do depart ,

en
“
,
”

Depart I A word so gentle to my mind

.
,
“

Weakly did seem to paint Death s u gly dart ’

But now the stars with their stran ge cour e do bind

.

Me one to leave with whom I leave my heart , ,

I hear a cry of spirit faint and blind ,

That partin g thus my hiefest part I part

s ,

Part of my life the loath ed part to me

, ,
c .

Lives to i mpart my weary clay some breath , ,

But that good part wherein all omforts be c

Now dead doth show departure is a death ,

Y ea wor e than death —

,
s death parts both woe and
,

j y
From joy I part still livin g in annoy
o
.
,

26
 S ir Phi l i p S idn e y

R n u nc e o e me n t
T H U blind man s mark thou fool s self chosen snare
O
’ ’

Fond fancy s scum and dregs of scattered thought

-
, ,
’

Band of all evils radle of causeless are c

,

c
Thou web of will whose end is never wrought
D esire Desire I have too dearly bou ght
,

With pri e of mangled mind thy worthless ware ,

Too long too long asleep thou hast me brought

c ,

Who should my mind to higher things prepare

, , ,

But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sou ght

.

I vain thou m d me to vain things aspire

’
n a st
In vain thou ki dl all thy smoky fire
n est
For Virtue hath this better lesson tau ght
Within myself to seek my only hire ,

Desiring nought but how to kill Desire ,

T r e as u r e in H av n e e

L A me 0 Love which h but to dust

E VE r ea c es t
And thou my mind aspire to hi gher things
, ,

Grow ri h in that which never taketh rust

, ,

Whatever fades but fadin g pleasure brings

c

Draw in thy beams and humble all thy mi ght

,
.

To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be ,

Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the li ght

That doth both shine and give us sight to see ,

0 take fast hold let that light be thy guide

.

In this small course which birth draws out to death

And think how evil be ometh him to slide ,

Who seeketh h and comes of h l y breath

c ,
’ ’
ea v n , e av n
Then far well world thy uttermost I see
.

e
E ternal Love maintain thy life in me
,

.
,

Sp l endi di s l ong u m
’
va l e a i co n ugi s .

27
 S ir Phi l i p S i dn ey

II . Mi s c e ll a ne o u s Ve rs e
To S t e ll a
D U you to whom my Muse these notes i d h
O BT nt e n et
Whi h now my breast h g d to musi lendeth
c
’

To you to you all son g of praise is due

o er c ar e c

O nly in you m y son g be gins and endeth

, ,

Who hath the eyes which marry State with Pleasure ?

Who keeps the key of Nature s Chiefest treasure ? ’

To y to you all son g of prai e is due

ou,
O nly for you the heaven forgat all measure
,
s

Who hath the lips where Wit in fairness rei gneth ?

Who womankind at once both de ks and i h s t a ne t
To you to you all song of praise is due
c

O nly by you Cupid his crown m i

, ,

i h a nt a n e t .

Who hath h feet whose step all sweetness planteth ?

t e
Who else for whom Fame worthy trumpets wanteth ?

To you to you all son g of praise is due

O nly to you her sceptre Venus g
, ,

h r a nt e t .

Who hath the breast whose milk doth patien e nouri h s

Whose grace is such that when it hide doth herish ?

c

To you to you all son g of praise is due

c s c

O nly through you the tree of life doth flourish

, ,

Who hath the hand whi h without stroke subdueth ?

Who lon g dead beauty with increase w h ?
c
r e ne et
To y to you all song of praise is due
-

ou ,
O nly at you all envy hopeless
,

h ruet .

Who hath the hair which loosest fastest i h t et

Who m ake a man live then glad when he dieth
To you to you all son g of prai e is due
s

O nly of you the fl never lieth

, ,
s

at tere r .

28
 S ir P hi l i p S idn e y
Who hath the voice which soul from sens s sunders ? e
Whose for e but yours the bolts of beauty thunders
c
To you to you all song of praise is due
O nly with you not miracles are wonders
, ,

Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes i d h nt e n et

Which now my breast h g d to music lendeth o erc
’
ar e
To y to you all son g of pra se is due
O nly I n you my song begins and endeth
ou , ,
i

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a . Fi r s t S ong ) .

A S t o l e n K i ss
H A I caught my h l y jewel
VE
’
eav u
Tea hing S leep most fair to be ?
c

Now w ll I teach her that she

When she wakes is too too ruel
i ,

,
- c .

S ince sweet S leep her eyes hath charm ed

The two only darts of Love ,

W
N w will I with that Boy prove
o
,

S ome play while he is disarm ed

, ,

, .

Her tongue wakin g still refuseth

Giving frankly ni ggard No
, ,
”
,

Now will I attempt to know

z

hat N her tongue sleeping useth

0
”
, , .

S ee the hand that waking g d h ua r et

S leeping grants a free resort
, , ,

Now will I invade the fort

,

Cowards Love with loss rewardeth .

But O fool think of the danger

O f her just and high disdain
, ,

Now will I alas refrain

Love fears nothing else but anger , ,

29
 S ir Ph i l i p S idn e y
Yet those lips so sweetly swellin g
Do invite a stealin g kiss , ,

Now will I but venture this

.

Who wil l read must first learn spelling

,
.

0 sweet kiss but ah she s waking ’

Louring beauty hastens me

, , ,

Now will I for fear hence flee

c

F 1 more fool for no more takin g 1

00 , ,

( A s tr op he l a nd S tel l a S econd S ong .

)

No No No ! , ,

ON Y Joy now here you are

L
Fit to hear and ease my c re a
,

Let my whispering voice obtain ,

S weet rewards for sharpest pain

Take me to thee and thee to me , .

N o, no , no, n o, my D ea r , l et be .

Night hath closed all in her cloak

Twinkling stars love thoughts provoke ,

Dan ger hence good are doth keep

-
,

c
Jealousy hi m self doth sleep ,

Take me to thee and thee to me , .

N o, n o, no, no, my D ea r , l et be .

Better place no wit can find

Cupid s knot to loose or bind
’
,

Those sweet flowers on fine bed too

Us in their best language woo ,

Take me to thee and thee to me ,

.

N o, no, no, no, my D ea r , l et he .

This small l i ght the moon bestows

S erves thy beams but to disclose
30
 S i r Phi l ip S i dn ey
S to raise my hap mor hi gh
o e
Fear not else none can us py S
,

Take me to thee and thee to me ,

,
.

N o, no, n o, n o, my D ea r , l et he .

That you heard was but a mouse

Dumb Sleep holdeth all the house ,

Y et asleep methinks they say

Y oung folks take time while you
, ,

Take me to thee and thee to me ,

,
.

N o, n o, no, n o, my D ea r , l et he .

Ni ggard Time threats if we miss

This large o ffer of our bliss ,

Long stay ere he grant the same ,

S weet then while each thing doth frame

,

Take me to thee and thee to me

, ,

, .
,

N o, no, n o, no, my D ea r , l e t he .

Y our fair mother is bed a-

Candles out and curta ns spread i
,

Sh thinks you do letters write

,

e
Write but first let m indite e
Take me to thee and thee to me
, :

, .

N o, no, no, no, my D ea r , l et he .

weet las why strive you thus ?

S a
Concord better fi h thus
, ,

tte t
Leave to Mars h force of hands t e
Your power in your beauty stands ,

Take me to the and thee to m e, e .

N o, n o, no, n o, my D ea r , l et he .

Woe to me and do swear on

Me to hate but I for ear ?
Cursed be my destinies all
,

That brought me so hi gh to fall ,

S oon with my death I will please thee

N o, no, no, n o, my D e a r , l et he .

( A s t r ophel a nd S tel l a Fou r th

3!
 S i r Ph i l i p S i dn e y

A s t ro ph e l s W o o in g ’

I N a grove most rich of shade

Where birds wanton music made ,

May then young his pied weeds showing

New perfum ed with flowers fre h growing
, ,

Astrophel with S tella sweet

-
s

Did for m utual omfort meet c

Both within themselves oppress ed ,

But each in the other bless ed ,

Him gr at harms had taught much care

.

e
Her fair neck a foul yoke bare
But her si ght his cares did banish
In his sight her yoke did vanish ,

Wept they had alas the while

.

But now tears the m selves did smile

, , ,

While their eyes by Love directed ,

I nterchan geably refle ted , ,

S igh they did but now betwixt

c .

S i ghs of w were glad sighs m i d

,
’
x
With arms crossed yet testifyin g
oe

Restless rest and livin g dyi ng ,

Their ears hungry of each word

.

Which the lear tongue would afford

c
But their tongues restrain d from walking e
Til l their hearts had ended talking
But when their ton gues could not speak
.

Love itself did silence break ,

Love did set his lips asunder

Thus to speak in love and wonder
S tella soverei gn of my joy
Fair triumpher of Annoy
,

S tella star of heavenly fire I

S tella loadstar of desire
,

S tella in whose shining eyes

,

Are the lights of Cupid s skies

,
’

Who e beams where they once are d rted ,

a
Love therewith is strai ght i m parted
s

S tella whos voice when it speaks

, e

32
 S ir Phi l ip S idn ey
Let me fed with hellish anguish
Joyless hopeless endless lan guish
, ,

W
If those eyes you p i é d be
, , .

Half so lear as you to m

ra s

c
Let me home return stark blinded
e,

O f those eyes and blinder m inded

-

If to secret ofmy heart

-
, .

I do any wish i mpart

here thou art not foremost pla ed
Be both wish and I defa ed
c ,

c
I f more m y be said I say
.

a
All my bliss in thee I lay ,

I f thou love my love ontent thee

.

For all love all faith is meant thee

, c

Trust me while I thee deny

, .
,

I n myself the smart I try

, ,

Tyrant Honour doth thus use thee

S tella s self might not refuse thee
,
’

Therefore dear this no more move

.

Lest—though I leave not thy love

, , ,

Which too deep in me is f méd ra

,

I should blush when thou art nam ed

Therewithal away she went
.

Leavin g him so passion rent ,

With what she had done and spoken

-
,

That therewith m y son g is broken .

,

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a : E i gh th S ong .
)

T he W o e fu l S h e ph e r d s ’

Pl a in t
GO,my flock g g you hence o, et
Seek a better place of feedin g
Where you may have some defen e ,

Fro the storm in my breast breedi g

c
s n

And showers fro m mine eyes pro eeding c

,

34
 S ir P h i l i p S id n ey
Leave a wretch in whom all woe
Can abide to keep no mea ure
Merry flock su h one fore go
s

W
c

Unto whom m irth is displeasure

,

O nly rich in mischiefs treasure

,

Yet alas before you go

,

Hear your woeful m aster s story

, ,
’

hi h to stones I l would how

c e se S
,

S orrow only then hath glory

When tis excellently sorry
’
.

S tella fiercest shepherdess

Fier est but yet fairest ever
, ,

S tella whom O heavens still bless

c

Though against me she pers ever

, , , ,

Though I bliss inherit never ,

S tella hath refus ed me

S tella who more love hath prov ed
In this caiti ff heart to be
,

Than can in good ewes be moved

Towards lambkins best beloved .

S tella hath f éd me re u s

Astrophel that so well served

In this pleasant S prin g must see
, ,

While in pride flowers be preserv ed ,

Himself only winter é d -

s t a rv .
,

Why alas doth she then swear

That she loveth me so dearly
, ,

S eeing me so lon g to bear

,

Coals of love that burn so clearly

And yet leave me helpless merely ,

I s that Love ? F h I trow or s o o t

If I saw my good dog grieved , ,

And a help for h im did know ,

My love should not be believed ,

But he were by me reliev ed .

3S
 S ir Phi l i p S i dn ey
N she hates me —welaway
0,

Fei gnin g love omewhat to please me ,

For she knows if h display

s

s e
All her hate Death soon would seize m
,

And of hideous torments eas me , e,

e .

Then adieu dear flock adieu

But ala if in your straying
, , ,

Heavenly S tella meet with you

,
s, ,

Tell her in your piteous b l yi g ,

n
Her poor slave s unjust decaying
, a ,
’
.

( A s tr op h el a nd S tel l a N i n th

L o v e s H e ra l d T h o u g ht
’
-

O AR life when shall it be

DE
That mine eyes thine eyes may see
,

And in h m h y mind di cover

t e t s
,

Wh ether absence have had force ,

Thy remembrance to divorce

From the image of h y lover ? t

O if I my elf find not s

After partin g au ght forgot

r ,

Nor debarred from Beauty s treasure , ,

’

Let not ton gue aspire to tell ,

I n what hi gh joys I shall dwell

O nly Thou ght aims at the pleasure .

Tho ght therefore I will send thee

To take up the place for me
u , ,

Long I will not after tarry

There unseen thou may st be bold
.

Those fair wonders to behold

, ,

Which in them my hopes do carry .

Thought see thou no place forbear

E nter bravely everywhere
,

S ei z e on all to her belon ging .

36
 S ir P h i l i p S id n e y
But if thou wouldst guarded b e,
Fearing her beams take with thee
S trength of liking rage of lon ging
,
.
,

Think of that most grateful time

When my leaping heart will limb c

In my lips to have his biding

There those ro es for to kiss ,

Which do breathe a sugared bliss

s

W
O penin g rubies pearls dividing
,
.
,

Think of my most princely power

When I bless ed shall devour ,

With my greedy li orous sense

, ,

c
,

s,

Beauty musi sweetness love ,

hile she dot h against m prove

,
c, , ,

Her strong darts but weak defence s .

Think thin k of those d l l i g y n s

When with dove like murmurin gs
,
a

With glad moani ng pas ed anguish

-

We chan ge eyes and heart for heart ,

s ,

E ach to other do depart

,

j oyin g till joy make us languish

,

O my Thought thy thou ghts surcease

Thy delights m y woes increase
,

My life melts with too much thinkin g

Think no more but die in me
.

Till thou shalt reviv ed be, ,

At her lips my ne tar drinking ,

W
c .

( A s t r ofih el a nd S tel l a Ten th S ong .

)

N oct u r ne

HO it that this dark night

Underneath my window pl i h
15
’
a ne t .

It i s one wh o f r om thy s igh t

B ei ng, a h , exi l ed, dz s da i ne th
E v ery oth er v u lga r l igh t .

37
 S i r Ph i l ip S i d n e y
Why alas and are you he
Be not yet those fancies h géd ?
, ,

c an

D ea r , wh en y ou fin d ch a nge i n me,
7 h ough f r o m m e y ou he es t r a ngéd,
L et my ch a nge to r u i n he .

Well in absen e this will die

Leave to see and leave to wonder
, c
.
,

A hs en ce, s u r e, wi l l h elp , if 1
Ca n l ea r n h ow m u ch my s elf t o s u n de r

W
Fr om wh a t i n my h ea r t doth l i e .

But time will these thoughts remove

Ti m e doth work what no man knoweth .

Ti m e d ot h a s th e s u hj ect p r ov e ,
i th t i m e s ti l l th af ee/i on gr owe th
’

In th e f a i thf ul t u r tl e—
dove .

What if we new beauties see

Will not they stir new affe tion ? c
,

I wi l l t h i nh th ey p i ct u r es he,
( Image l i he, of s a i n ts p erf ecti on )
’
-

P oor l y cou nterf ei t i ng th ee .

But your rea on s pure t li ght ’

Bid you leave u h minds to nouri h

s s

s s c s .

D ea r , do r eas on no s u ch sp i te
N ever doth thy hea u ty j l om i s h
Mor e t h a n i n my r ea s on s s igh t
’
.

But the wrongs Love bears will make

Love at len gth leave undertakin g .

N o, th e m or e f ool s i t do th s h a h e,
In a gr ou nd of s o fir m m a h i ng
D eey er s ti l l th ey dr i ve th e s t a h e .

Pea e I think that some give ear

Come no more lest I get an ger
c

,
.

B l i s s , I wi l l my hl i ss f or hea r ;
Fea r i ng, s weet, y ou to enda nger ;
B u t my s ou l s h a l l h a r hou r th er e .

38
 W
S ir Phi l ip S i d n ey
Well be gone be gone I say !
Lest that Argus eyes perceive you
,
’
,

0 u nj u s t i s For tu ne s s way ,
h i ch ca n m a he me t h u s t o l ea ve y ou ;
A n d f r om l owt s to r u n a way .

( A s t r op h e l a nd S tel l a E l eventh S ong .

)

D o ru s S ong ’

to Mp o sa

S IThat
N so ine eye are subje t to your sight
CE m
in your si ht they have brain
s

flxed
c
my
S in e my heart is fil l é d with that li ght
so
g

That only li ght doth all my life maintain

c

S in e in sweet you all goods so richly rei gn

c
That where you are no wish ed good want c an
S in e so yo r living ima ge lives in me
That in my elf your elf true love doth plant
c u

How you him unworthy then de ree

s s

ca n

I whose chief part your worths implanted be

c
n ?

( A r ca di a E h II )
. .

Gy n e c i a Vo w
’

YO U livin g power en losed in stately shrine

rowin g trees you rural gods that wield
s, c
Ofg
Your sceptres here —i f to your ears divine
A voice may come whi h troubled soul doth yield
This vow receive thi vow O gods maintain
c ,

My virgin life no potted thought hall stain

,
s , ,

Thou purest stone whose purenes doth present

s s

My purest mind whose temper hard doth show

,

My tempered heart by thee my promise sent

,

Unto myself let after livers know ,

No fancy mine nor others wrong suspect

-
.

Make me O virtuous Shame thy laws neglect

,
,

, .

39
 S ir Phi l i p S i d n ey
O Chastity the chief of heavenly li hts
Which makes us most immortal shape to wear
, g ,

Hold thou my heart e tablish thou my sprites ,

To only thee my onstant our e I h ,

s

ea r
Till spotle s soul unto thy bo om fly
c c s .

S uch life to lead su h death I vow to die

s ,

, c .

( A r ca di a B h II )
. .

Ep i t ap h
(on A rga l u s a nd P a rth n i a) e

HISbein g was in her alone

And he not bein g she was none
They joyed one joy one grief they grieved
O love they loved one life the lived
ne
, ,

The hand was one one w the word , y

That did his death her death fl d , as s

'

As all the re t so now the stone ,

a or

That tombs the two is justly one

s ,

( A r ca d i a : E h III )
. .

O
O
O
WD a m e ta s
O R whi h fall like sum mer dew on me
D S,
breath more sweet than is the growi g bean
c

ton g e in whi h all honeyed liquors be

,
R u ra l P s y
n
oe

voice that doth the thru h in shrillness stain

u , c
0
Do you say still this is her prom ise due
,
s

That she is mine as I to her m true ? ,

a

Gay hair more gay than straw whe harvest lies n

Lips red and plump as herries ruddy side

,
’

E yes fair and great like fair great ox s eyes

, c
’

O breast in whi h two white sheep swell in pri d e

,

Join you with m to seal thi promise due

, c

That she be m ine as I to her am true

e s

.
,

40
 S ir Phi l i p S idn ey
But like the turtles fair
Live one in two a well united pair
, ,

Which that no hance may stain

-
,

O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain

c ,

0 Heaven awake how forth thy stately fa e

Let not these slumberin g cloud thy beautie hide
,
s c

But with thy cheerful presence help to gra e

s s

The honest Bridegroo m and the bashful Bride

c

Whose loves m y ever bide ,

Like to the l m and vine

a ,

With mutual embra ements them to twine

e ,

I which deli ghtful pain

c
n
0 Hymen long their coupled joys maintain
,

Ye Muse all which haste fl allow a

’

e ct s
And have to Th y i howed your secret skill
s , c ,

rs s s
To this haste love your sa red favour bow ,

And so to him and her your gifts distil

c c s ,

Th t they l l vi e may kill ,

And like to lilies pure

a a c ,

May please all eyes and spotless may endure

, ,

Where that all bliss may rei gn ,

O Hy m en lon g their oupled joy m aintain

,
c s

Ye N ymphs whi h in the water e m pire have

S ince Th y i musi oft doth yield you praise
c s ,
’

Grant to the — thing which we—for Thy i rave

r s s c ,

rs s c

Let one time but lon g fi close up their days rs t

grave their bodies eize

,

O ne
And like two river sweet
s ,

When they though diver e do together meet

s ,

stream both strea m s ontain ,

s , ,

O ne
O Hymen lon g their coupled joys maintain
c

Pan father Pan the g d of silly shee o p,

Whose are is ause that they in number grow
, ,

Have much more are of the m that them do keep

c c ,

S ince from these good the others good doth fl w

c ,
’
o

And make their i sues how s s

,

42
 S ir Ph i l ip S idn e y
I n number like the herd
O f younglings whi h thyself with love ha t reared
O like the drops of rain
c s ,
r

O Hymen lon g their coupled joys m aintain l

,

Virtue—i f not a god yet God s hief part ’

Be thou the knot of this their open vow , c

That still he be her head she be his heart ,

He lean to her she unto him do bow ,

E ach other still allow

, .

Like oak and mistletoe

Her strengthfro m him hispraisefrom herdo grow ,

In which m o t lovely train , :

0 Hymen long their coupled joys maintain I

s ,

But thou fo l Cupid sire to lawless lust

Be thou far hen e with thy e m poi oned dart
,
u , ,

c s

Whi h though of glittering gold shall here take rust ,

Where simple love which chasteness doth impart

c , ,

Avoids thy hurtful art , ,

Not needing h rming skill ,

S uch minds with sweet affe tions for to fill

c a

Which being pure and plain

c

O Hymen lon g their coupled jo s maintain

,

, y

churlish words shrewd answers crabb ed looks

privateness self seeking inward spite
, , ,

waywardness which nothin g kindly brooks

-
, , ,

strife for toys and lai m ing master s ri ghtc

’
,

Be hen e aye p fli ght ub to

,

All stirring husband s hate

c
’

Gainst neighbours good for womanish debate

’

Be fled as things most vain ,

O Hymen lon g their coupled joys maintain

,

All peaco k pride and fruit of peaco k s pride c

’

Lon ging to be with loss of substan e g y

c ,
s ,

With reckle sness what may the house betide

c a ,

S that you may on higher slippers stay

s

o
For ever hence away ,

43
 S i r Ph i l ip S idn ey
Yet let not sluttery
The sink of filth be counted h wif y ,
ous e
’
r

But keepin g whole your mean ,

O H ymen long their coupled joys maintain I

,

But above all away vile jealousy

The evil of evils just ause to be unju t
, , ,

How can he love uspe tin g treachery, c s

How can she love where love not win trust ?

s c
ca n
Go snake hide thee in dust
Nor dare once show thy fa e
, , ,

Where open hearts do hold place

c
s o c on s t a n t
That they thy stin g restrain ,
.

O Hy m en long their oupled joys maintain

,
c

The E arth is de ked with flowers the Heaven

displayed
c , s

Muses grant ifts Nymphs long and join ed life

Pan store of babes Virtue their thoughts well stayed
g , , ,

Cupid s lust gone and gone is bitter strife

,
’
, ,

Happy m happy wife , .

a n,
No pri de h ll the m oppress
Nor yet hall yield to loathsome sl ttishness
s a ,

And jealousy I s slai

s u

For Hymen will their coupled joys maintain .

P h i l o me la
THE ni ghtin gale as soon as April brin geth
Unto her rested sen e a perfect wakin g
,

While late b are earth proud ofnew lothin g sprin geth

s ,

S in gs out her woes a thorn her ong book m aking

,
c , ,

And mournfully bewailin g ,

s -
,

Her thought in tunes p h ,

ex r e s s e t
What grief her breast oppres eth
For T reu for e on her haste will prevailing
s
’
a s c c .

44
 S ir P h i l i p S idn ey
O Philomela fair 0 take some gladness
That here is juster cause of plaintful adnes
,

s
,

Thine earth now springs mine fadeth

s

Thy thorn without my thorn my heart i d h

,
,

nva et .

Alas she hath no other cause of an guish

But Tereus love on her by strong hand wroken
,
’

Wherein she ff i g all her spirits lan guish

su
,
’
r n
,

Full womanlike co m plains her will was broken, ,

But I who daily cravin g

.

Cannot have to content me

, , ,

Have more ause to lament me ,

S ince wanting is more woe than too much having

c ,

0 Philomela fair 0 take some gladness

.

That here i juster cause of plaintful sadness

,

Thine earth now springs mine fadeth

s

Thy thorn without m y thorn my heart i d h

,
,

nva et .

S o ng
T un e o f a N e o po li ta n
Vi l la n e ll e)
AL L my sense thy sweetnes g i éd
Thy fair hair my heart en hain ed
s a n ,

My poor reason thy word m é d

c

S that thee like heaven I lov ed

s ov ,

o
Fa la la l id dan dan dan d i d
.

er an
Dan dan dan d id d i d dei
er a n,
an an
'

er er
While to my mind the outside stood
For messen ger of inward good .

Now thy sweetness sour is deem ed

Thy hair not worth a hair
,

m éd e s te e
Reason hath thy words m éd
Findin g that but words they prov ed
re ov ,

45
 S i r P h i l i p S i dn e y
Fa la la l id dan dan dan d i d
er an er a n,
Dan dan dan d i d d id dei an an
For no fair sign can redit win
er er

If that the substance fail within

c
.

N more in thy sweetness glory

0
For thy knittin g hair be sorry
Use thy words but to bewail thee
That no more thy beams avail thee ,

Fa la la l id dan dan dan d id

.

an an,
Dan dan dan d id d i d dei
er er
er an er an

Lay not thy colours more to view

Without the picture be found true .

Woe to me alas she weepeth

F 1 1 in me what folly creepeth
, ,

00

Was I to blaspheme enraged

Where my soul I have en gaged ?
Fa la la l i d dan dan dan d id
er an er a n,
Dan dan dan d id d id dei er an er an
And wretched I must yield to this ,

The fault I bla m e her hasteness is c .

S weetness sweetly pardon folly

Tie me hair your captive wholly
,

Words 0 words of heavenly knowledge

, ,

Know my words their faults acknowledge

, ,

Fa la la l id dan dan dan d id

.

an er a n,
Dan dan dan d id d id dei
er
an er an
And all my life I will confess
er

The less I love I live the less .

46
 S ir P h i l ip S id n e y
H e ar t a n d S o u l do S in g
in me
( Wr i tt e n to th e T un e of a S p a ni h s

S n g)
o

0 F AI R sweet when I do look on thee

0
In who all joys so well agree
m
Heart and soul do sin g in m ,

This you hear is not my tongue

e .

Whi h once said wh at I onceiv ed

For it w of use bereav ed
c c ,

as
With a ruel answer st n g ,

No though tongue to roof be cleaved

c u .

Fearin g lest he hastised be

,

Heart and soul do sing in me

c ,

0 fair 0 sweet 1 when I do look on thee

In whom all joys so well agree
Heart and soul do sing in m e
,

Just accord all music makes

.

In thee just accord e x celleth

Where ea h part in such pea e dwelleth ,

of other bea ty takes

c c ,

O ne
S ince then truth to all minds telleth
u .

That in thee lives harmony

, ,

Heart and soul do sing in m ,

e .

0 fair ! 0 sweet when I do look on thee

In who m all joys so well agree
Heart and soul do sin g in me ,

They that heaven have known do say

.

That whoso that grace obtaineth

To see what fair sight there rei gneth
For ed are to sing alway
c

S then sin e that heaven remaineth

.

o, c
In thy face I plainly see
,

Heart and soul do sing in me ,

47
 S i r Ph i l i p S i dn e y
0 fair 0 sweet ! when I do look on thee
In whom all joys so well agree
Heart and soul do sin g in me ,

S weet think not I am at ease

.

For because my hief part sin geth

,

This son g fro m death s sorrow springeth

c
’

As to swan in last disease ,

For no dumbness nor death bringeth

S tay to true love s m elody
’

Heart and soul do sing in me .

W o o in g S tuff
FA I N Amorist what dost thou think
T
To ta te Love s honey and not drink
’
,

dram of gall ? or to devour

s ,

One
A world of sweet and taste no sour ?

Dost thou ever think to enter

The E lysian fields that dar st not venture ’

In Charon s barge A lover s mind

’ ’

Must use to sail with every wind

He that loves and fears to try
.

Learn his mistress to deny, ,

Doth she hide thee ? tis to shew it

s .

’
c
That thy oldness makes her do it
Is she silent ? is she mute ?
c .

S ilen e fully grants thy suit

Doth she pout and leave the room ?
c .

Then she goes to bid thee come,

Is she si k ? Why then be sure

.

Sh invites thee to the cure

c ,

Doth she cro s thy suit with No

e .

Tush she loves to hear thee woo

s

Doth she all the faith of man

.
,

In 1 i ? Nay she loves thee th n

c
ue s t o n e
An il if e er she makes a blot
’
,

She s lost if that thou h i her not ,

’ ’
tt s t .

48
 S i r P hi l ip S i dn e y
Look then and die — the pleasure
Doth answer well the pain
, , ,

S m all loss of mortal treasure

Who may immortal gain
I mm ortal be her gra es
.

c
Immortal is her mind
They fit for heavenly places
This heaven in it doth bind
,
,

But eyes these beauties see not

Nor sense that gra e de cries c
,

Yet eyes deprived be not

s ,

From si ght of her fair eye

Which as of inward glory
s,

They are the outw rd seal,

S may they live still sorry

a ,

Which die not in that weal

o
.

But who hath fancies p l éd eas

With fruits of happy sight
Let here his eyes be rais ed
O Nature s sweete t li ght
n
’
s .

B a n e a n d B al m
A H, poor Love why dost thou live
Thus to see thy servi e lost ? ,

If she will omfort give

c
no c
Make an end yield up the ghost ,

That she may at len gth approve , ,

That she hardly long believed

That the heart will die for love ,

That is not in time relieved

O h that ever I was born
.

S ervi e so to be refused
,

Faithful love to be f b
c ;
or n e
Never l was so abused
or e
ov e
But sweet love be still awhile
.

S h that hurt thee Love may heal

, ,

e , ,

50
 S ir P h i l ip Si dn e y
S weet I see within her smile
More than reason can reveal thee
,

For though she be rich and fair

Yet she is both wise and kind ,

And therefore do thou not despair ,

But thy faith may fancy find ,

Yet although she be a queen

.

That may such a snake despise ,

Yet with silen e all unseen c

,

Run and hide thee in her eyes

, ,

Where if she will let thee die ,

Yet at latest gasp of breath

S y that in a lad y s eye
, ,
’

Love both took his life and death

a
.

In D e ath s D e s p i t e ’

the tun f a N a p l i t a n S n g)
e o e o o

N no no no I cannot hate my foe

0,
Although with cruel fire
, , , ,

First thrown on my desire ,

S h sacks my rendered sprite

,

e
For so fair a flame embraces
.

All the places

Where that heat of all heats springeth
That it bringeth
To my dying heart some pleasure
S ince his treasure
,

Burneth bright in fairest light

No no no no
.

.
, , ,

No no no no I cannot hate my foe

Although with cruel fire
, , , , ,

First thrown on my desire ,

S h sacks m y rendered sprite

,
e
S ince our lives be not immortal
.

But to m l o rt a
,

51
 S i r Phi l ip S i d n e y
F tied to wait the hour
e t tte r s
O f death s power
’

They have no cause to be sorry ,

Who with glory

E d the way where all men stray
n
No no no no
.

, , , .

No no no no I cannot hate my foe

Although with cruel fire
, , , , ,

First thrown on my desire ,

S h sa ks my rendered sprite
,

e c
N man doubts whom beauty killeth
.

0
Fair death f l h e e et
,

And in whom fair death proceedeth ,

Glory b d h re e et
S that I in her beams dying
o

Glory trying , ,

Thou gh in pai cannot complain ,

n
No no no no
.

.
, , ,

R N G out your bells let mourning hows b spr ad

I s e e
For Love is dead ,

Al l Love is dead infected

With plague of deep disdain ,

Worth as naught worth rejected

And Faith fair scorn doth gain ,

.
, ,

Fr om s o u ngr a tefu l fa ncy ,

Fr om s u ch a fem a l e fr en z y ,
Fr om th e m th a t us e men th u s ,
G ood L or d, del i v er us

Weep neighbours weep do you not hear it said

That Love is dead
, ,

His death bed peacock s Folly ’

His windin g sheet is S hame

-
,

His will False S eeming wholly

-

His sole executor Blame

-
,

.
,

52
 S i r Ph i l ip S idn ey
Fr om s o u ngr a tef u l f a ncy ,
Fr om s u ch a f ema l e f r enzy ,
Fr om th em t h a t u s e men t h u s ,
Good L or d, del i v er us

Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read

For Love is dead , ,

S i Wron g his tomb ordaineth

r

My mistress marble heart ’

Whi h epitaph ontaineth c

Her eyes were once his dart

c
”
.

Fr om s o u ngr a tefu l f a ncy ,

Fr om s u ch a fema l e f r en z y ,
Fr om th em th a t u s e m en t h us ,
G ood L or d, del i v er us

Al a s , I lie Rage hath this error bred

Love is not dead
Love is not dead but sleepeth

W
In her m h é d mind
un at c
,

Where she his counsel keepeth ,

Till due deserts she find .

,

Th er ef or e, f r om s o v i l efa ncy ,
To ca l l su ch wi t a f r enz y
h o l ove ca n temp er th us ,

W
G ood L or d, de l i v er u s I

Ge ron to H i s to r
HO for ea h fickle fear from virtue shrinks
c
S hall in this life embrace no worthy thing

W
No mortal man the cup of surety drinks
The heavens do not good haps in handf l bring
.

But let us pi k our good from out mu h bad

u s ,

That still our little world may know his king

c c ,

But ertainly so long we may be glad

.

c
h il h
e t we do what Nature doth require
at
And for h event we never ought be sad
'

,
’
t .

53
Ma ry S i dne y , C o u n t ess o f
P em b r o k e

T he D o l e fu l Lay o f C l o r in d a
A P a t ral O d t t h M m ry f
s o e o e e o o

S i r P h i l i p S i dn y

W
e

[ Hi s th a t Cl or i n da h igh t ,
s i s te r
Th e gen t l es t s h ep h er dess t h a t l i ves th i s day ,
A n d mos t r ese mhl i ng hoth i n s h ape a n d sp r i te
He r hr oth e r dea r , hega n t h i s d ol ef u l l ay ,
h i ch , l es t 1 m a r t h e s weet n es s of t h e ver s e,
In s or t a s s he i t s u ng I wi l l r eh ea r s e
N o l i t z ] .

S P E S ER : A s t r op he l , c n c ud ng s an a

A me to whom shall I my case omplain

Y
That may ompassion my impatient grief
c
c ?

O where shall I unfold my inward pain

r
That my enriven heart may find relief ? ,

S h ll I unto the hea enly powers it show

a v
O unto earthly m
r that dwell below ?
en

To heavens ? Ah they alas the authors were

And workers of my unre medied woe , ,

For they foresee what to us happens here

And they foresaw yet su ffered this be 50
,

Fro m them comes good from them om s also

.
,

e
ill
c
,

That whi h they made who them warn to can

s pill ?
c ,

S4
 Ma ry S i dn y e

To men ? Ah they alas like wretched be

And subject to the heavens ordinance , ,
’
,

Bound to abide whatever they d cree e

Their best redress is their best fl su
'
,

e r a nce
How then can they like wretched comfort
.

The which no less need comforted to be , ,

?

Then to myself will I my sorrow mourn

S ince none alive like sorrowful remains
A d to myself my plaints shall back return
,

n
To pay their usury with doubled pains
The woods the hills the rivers shall resound
.

The mournful accent of my sorrow s ground

, , ,
’
.

Wo ds hills and rivers now are desolate

o
S ince he is gone the which them all did grace
, , , ,

And all the fields do wail their widow state

S ince death th eir fairest flower did late deface
,

The fairest flower—in field that ever gr w

.

e
Was Astrophel that was we all may rue ,
.

What cruel hand of curs ed foe unknown

Hath cropp d the stalk which bore so fair a flower ?
e
,

Untimely cropped before it well were grown

And clean defa ed in untimely hour
c
,

:
,

Great loss to all that ever him did see

Gre t loss to all but greatest loss to me
a ,
,

Break now your garlands O ye shepherd lasses ’

S ince the fair flower which them adorned is gone

,
s ,

The flower which the m adorned is gone to ashes

Never again let lass put garland on
Instead of garland wear sad cypress now
.

And bitter elder broken fro m the bough

, .
,

Nor ever sin g the love lays which he made

Who ever made su h lays of love as he ?
-

c
Nor ever read the riddles whi h he said
Unto y urselves to m ake you m erry gle , c

e
Your merry glee is now laid l l abed
o ,
.

a
Your merry maker now alas is dead , ,
.

55
 Ma ry S i dn y e

Death the devourer of all world s delight ’

Hath b b é d you and reft from me my joy

,
ro
,

Both y and me and all the world he quite

,

Hath robbed f j y and left sad annoy

ou ,

o o a n ce ,

Joy of the world and shepherd pride was

.

S hepherd hope never like again to see

s

s,

0 Death thou hast us of su h ri hes reft

Tell us at least what hast thou with it done ?
c c ,

What is become of him whose flower here left

,

Is but the shadow of his likeness gone ?

S carce like the shadows of that which he was
Nought like but that he like a shade did pass
,
,

But that immortal pirit which was decked S

With all the dowries of elestial grace ,

c
By sovran hoi e from h heavenly choirs select t
’
,

And lineally derived from an gels ra e

c c ,
’
c

0 I what is now of it become aread

,

A y me ! can so divine a thing be dead ?

, .

Ah no i is not dead nor can it die

t
But lives for aye in blissful Paradise
, , ,

Where like a new born babe it soft loth lie c

In bed of lilies wrapped in tender wise
-

And compassed all about with roses sweet ,

And dainty violets from head to feet .

,

There thousand birds all of celestial brood

To him do sweetly carol day and night , ,

And with strange notes of him well understood ,

Lull him asleep in angelic delight , ,

Whilst in sweet dream to him presented be

Immortal beauties which no eye may see ,
.

But he them sees and takes exceeding pleasure

O f their divine aspects appearin g plain
,

And kindling love in h i m above all measure

, ,

S weet love still joyous never feelin g pain

,

For what so goodly form he there doth see

, ,

He may enjoy from jealous ran our free c .

56
 Ma ry S i dn y e

THEN O T Then say she is so good so fair

With all the h h m y ompare
.
, , ,

e a rt s e a
Not Mo m us self denyin g .
c ,
’

Compare may think where likeness holds

Nought like to her the earth enfolds ,

I looked to find you lying .

THE N O T Astr ea sees with Wisdom s si ght ’

m works by Virtue s might

. a
’
As tr a
And jointl y both do stay in her
PI R Nay take from them her hand her
.

E S
The one is lame the other blind
.
, ,

S hall still your lying stain her

,
?

THE N O T S oo as Astr ea shows her face

n a
S trai ght every ill avoids the place
.
,

And every good aboundeth ,

PI R Nay lon g before her fa e doth show

.

E S
The last doth come the first doth g
.
, c ,

How loud this lie d h

,

r e s ou n et

T HEN O T Astr ea is our hiefest joy

a
chiefest guard against annoy
. c ,

Our
O chiefest wealth our treasure ,

PI R
ur
Where chiefest are there others be , .

E S
To us none else but only she
.
, ,

When wilt thou speak in measure ?

,

TH N
E or As tr m may be justly said
a

A field in flowery robe arrayed

.

In season freshly sprin gin g ,

PI R That Sprin g endures but shortest time

.

E S
This never leaves Astr a s cli m e
.
,
’

Thou liest instead of singing

a
e
.
,

THEN O T As heavenly light that guides the day

Ri ght so doth shine each lovely ray
.
,

That fro m A m fli h
PI R
s tr et
Nay darkness oft that li ght en louds
a .

E S c
A tr ea s beams no darkness shrouds
.
,
’
a
How loudly Th lieth
s

e not

58
 Ma ry S idn y e

THE N O T Astr ea rightly ter m I may

a
A manly palm maiden bay
.

a
Her verdure never dying , ,
,

PI R Palm oft is crooked bay is low

.

E S
Sh still upri ght still high doth grow
.
,

e
Good Th leave thy lying
e not ,
,

THE N O T Then Piers of friendship tell me wh y

My meanin g true my words should l
, , ,
.

And strive in vain to raise her ? ,

i e,

PI R
E S Words fr m on eit do only rise
o
Above conceit her honour flies
. c c

But silence nought can praise her

,
.

59
 Ma t t h e w R o yd o n
A n E l e gy

F r i e n d s P ass i o n fo r his
’

A s t r o ph e l
W itt
r e n up o n t h e de at h of the R g i ht H ono urab l e

Sir P h i l i p S idn e y ,
Kn i g ht ,

r v r r f Fl s h i g
L o d Go e no o u n

A then no wind at all there blew

S
No swellin g louds a loyed the air
,

c cc
,

The sky like glass of watchet hue

Reflected P h b golden hair
,

ce us
’
,

The garnished tree no pendent stirred

No voice was heard of any bird .
,

There mi ght you see the burly bear

The lion kin g the elephant ,

The maiden u i orn w there

,

n c
,

S was A t on s h é d plant
as
’
o c a
e or n

And what of wild or tam e are found ,

Were couched in order on the ground .

60
 Ma tth w R yd n e o o

Alcides speckled poplar tree

’

The palm that monar hs do obtain ,

With love juice stained the mulberry

c ,

The fruit that dews the poet s brain

-
,
’ ’

And Phyllis filb there away ’

ert
Compared with myrtle and the bay .

The tree that co ffins doth adorn

With statel height h i g the t
’
re at n n
,

And for the bed of love forlorn

y

The black and doleful ebony

, ,

Al l in a circle compassed were

Like to an amphitheatre .

Upon the branches of those trees

The aery win ged people sat
Distinguish ed in odd degrees
-
,

One sort is this another that

Here Philomel that knows full well
,

What force in wit and love doth dwell

,

The sky bred eagle royal bird

Perched there upon an oak above
-
, ,

The turtle by him never stirred

E xample of immortal love
,

The swan that sings about to die

.

Leaving Meander stood thereby ,

,

And—that which was of wonder most

The Ph enix left sweet Araby
o
And on a edar in this coast
Built up her tomb of spicery
, c ,

As I conjecture by the same ,

Prepared to take her dying flame ,

In midst and centre of this plot

I saw one grovelling on the grass ,

A man or — stone I knew not that

No stone f man the figure was ,

And yet I could not count him one

o

More than the image made of ston e .

61
 Ma tth w R yd e o on

At length I mi ght perceive him rear

His body on his elbow end
E arthly d pale with ghastly cheer
an
Upon his knees he upward tend , ,

S eemin g like one in uncouth stound

,

To be a cending out the ground

s .
,

A grievous si gh forthwith he throws

As mi ght have torn the vital strings
Then down his heeks the tear so flows
As doth the stream of many sprin gs
c

S thunder rends the cloud in twain

o
And makes a passage for the rain .
,

Incontinent with trembling sound

He w efully gan to complain
o
,
’
,

S uch were the accents as mi ght wound

And tear a dia m ond rock in twain ,

After his throbs did somewhat stay

.

Thus heavily he gan to say ’

,

0 sun ( said he seeing the sun )

O wretched me why dost thou shine ?
, ,

n
My star is f l l my comfort done’
n,
is the apple of my eyne
a ,

Out

S hin upon those possess delight

e
And let me live in endless ni ght .
,

0 grief that liest upon my soul

As heavy as a mount of lead
,

The remnant of my life control ,

Consort m quickly with the dead

e
,

Half of this heart this sprite and

Died in the breast of Astrophil , ,

And y compassionate of my woe

o u,

Gentle birds beasts and shady trees ,

I am assured ye long to know

, , ,

What h the sorrow me aggrieves

e
Listen ye then to that h e ns u t
’

And hear a tale of tears and ruth ,

62
 Ma tth w R yd e o on

You knew —who knew not Astrophil

( That I should live to say I knew
,

And have not in possession still ,

Thin gs known permit me to renew

O f him you know his merit such
I cannot say you hear too much
, ,
,

Within the e woods of Ar ady c

He chief deli ght and pleasure took
s

W
And on the m ountain P h y art en
,

Upon the crystal liquid brook ,

The Muses met him every day ,

That taught him sing to write and , ,

hen he descended down to the mount

His personage seemed most divine ,

A thousand graces one might count

Upon his lovely cheerf l eyne u
To hear him speak and sweetly smile
You were in Paradise the while .
,

A sweet attractive kind of grace

A full assuran e given by looks ,

Continual comfort in a face

c

W
,

The lineaments of Go pel books s

,

I trow that ountenance annot lie

c c
Whose thoughts are legible in the eye .

Was never eye did see that fa e

never ear did hear that ton gue
c ,

as
Was never mind did mind h i grace ,

That ever thou ght the travel lon g

s ,

But eyes and ears and ev ry thought ’

Were with his sweet perfections cau ght

, , ,

0 God that su h a worthy man

In who so rare deserts did rei gn
,
c ,

Desired thus must leave us then ,

And we to wish for him in vain l

, ,

0 ould the stars that bred that

c
I n force no longer fixed sit ?
,

63
 Ma tth w R yd n e o o

Then being filled with l éd dew e a rn

The Muses willed h im to love ,

That instrument aptly shew ca n

How finely our conceits will move
As Bacchus opes dissembled hearts
S Love sets out our better parts
,
o .

S tella a Ny m ph within this wood

Most rare and rich of heavenly bliss
, ,

The highest in his fancy stood ,

And she could well demerit this ,

’
Tis likely they acquainted soon
He was a S and she a Moon un , .

O ur Astrophil did Stella have

O S tella vaunt of Astrophil
Albeit thy graces gods may move
, ,

Where wilt thou find an Astrophil ? ,

The rose and lily have their prime

And so hath beauty but a time .
,

Although thy beauty do ex eed

In co m mon si ght of every eye
c

Yet in his Poesies when we read ,

I t is apparent more thereby

, ,

H that hath love and judgment too

,

e
S ees more than any other do .

Then Astrophil hath honoured thee

For when thy body is extinct
Thy graces shall eternal be ,

And live by virtue of h i ink

For by his verses he doth give
s

To short lived beauty aye to live

-
.

Above all others this is he

Which erst approved in his song ,

That love and hono r mi ght agree

And that pure love will do no wron g
u ,

S weet saints it is no sin nor blame

.

To lov a man of virtuous name

e .
,

64
 Ma tth w R yd n e o o

Th e tur le dove with tones of ruth

t
S hewed feeling passion of his death
Methought she said I tell thee truth
Was never b that drew in breath
e
, ,

Unto his love more trusty found

Than b for whom our griefs abound
e .

The swan that was in presence here

Began his funeral dirge to sing
, ,

Good thin gs ( quoth he) m y scarce appear

But pass away with greedy wing
a

This mortal life as death is tried

And death gives life and so he died ,

The general sorrow that was made

Amon g the creatures of each kind
Fired the Phoenix where she laid
Her ashes flyin g with the wind ,

S as I mi ght with reason see

,

That such a Ph nix ne er should be

oe
’
,

Haply the cinders driven about

May breed an fl p i g near that kind
o
’
,

r n
,

But hardly a peer to that I doubt

s ,

I t cannot sink into my mind ,

That under bran hes e er can be c

’

O f worth and value as the tree

-

The eagle marked with piercing sight

The mournful habit of the place
And parted thence with mounting flight ,

To si gnify to Jove the ase

What sorrow Nature doth sustain
c ,

For Astrophil by envy slain .

And while I followed with mine eye

The flight the eagle upward took
All things did vani h by and by ,

And di pp é d from m y look

s ,

The trees beasts bird and grove was gon

sa ear
e
S was the friend that made this moan
, ,
s,

o .

66
 Ma tth w R yd n
e o o

This spectacle had firmly wrought

A deep com passion in my sprite
My moultin g heart issued methought
I n streams forth at mine eyes aright
,

:
,

And here my pen is forced to shrink

My tears discolour so mine ink .
,

67
 Gl o ssary
A ccl oy ed, choked fi lled
tell declare expl in
.
,

A r ea a ,
'

refreshing place
, , a .

B a i t i ng p l a ce,
bleatin g
- -
.

B l ay i ng ,
d laconic
.

C u r te

drowned
.
,
D r ent ,
weak ( a term in Archery)
.

D i hh
’
r ea ,
Imp join add to heap on
.

dainty eager to taste or enjoy having a keen

, , .

Li cor ou s ,
relish ( Variant of l h )
, ,

obeisances
. ec e r ou s .

L w
o ts ,
P i d parti coloured
.

e
press
-

W
.
,

P
A smoothing stone for smoothin g or dress
r ea se , .

Sl k
ee s t one,

i g linen butter etc

- -

n
d a m a z ement ( stunned )

W
, , .

S tou n
h ( ) a kind of marble ( h) tinder
,
.

T
Requiem masses
ou c , a .

T l
r en ta s ,
pale blue
.

a tch et ,
woe lo woe An exclamation of
.

l wy
e a
sorrow or d p i = l
a

a as
i y wise
es a r
tt
wrought
, .

k
r o e n, .

Tu r n htd l S pea r s , P r i n t e r s , E d i nhu r gh .

 Th e P e m b ro k B kl
e oo ets

( Frsi t
S er i s)e

Th om a s T r ah ern e
S l t d P m
e ec e oe s

Th om a s Vau g ha n
E g i s P hi l l h
u en u a et es

E n gl i s h Ve r s e R e m a i n s -

o h n N o rri s
of B e me rt on

Se l e c t e d P oe ms

J . R Tu t i n
.

Hu ll
1 90 5
 Th om a T rah rn
s e e
— 6 74 )

W
1

A r e l igi ou s ly r i c p oet , who i n t he i r on a ge of r e l igi ou s

con t r over sy a n d hi t t e r n ess k ep t op en a sp r i ng o c l ea r a n d l i mp i d
f
expr ess i on o f u n i ver sa l ki n dly p i ety In h i m we s eem to ha ve
—
.
,

th a t r a r es t a n d mos t p r eci ou s combi n a t i on p a ss i on a te r el i ou s

'

M
i o
e moti on wi t h t he gen u i n e a r t i s t ry of song
”
- D .A C L IN . .

r o c x, Th e D i a l ( C h c ag ) .

Th ma o s Vaugh an
ugenius P h il

W
E a l e th e s

—1 66 5 )
A gr ea t chy mi s t a n oted s on of t he fir e, a n exper i
,

me n ta l p h i l os op h er , a z ea l ou s hr ot h e r of t he P os i e C r u ci a n f r a te r
n i ty , a n u n de r s t a n der o f s om e of the O r i en ta l l a ngu ages a nd a
t ol er a hl e good E ngl i sh a n d L a t i n poet
A the n O rt on
. .
THO N Y
.
— AN OO D
,

J ohn Norri s

( 1 6 57 —1 7 1 1 )
N or r i s m ay he r eckon ed th e l a s t a mong ou r Ch r i s t i a n
P l a t on i s ts of t h e s even teen t h cen t u ry He h a s th e s a me n ahl e
.

ton e cf sp i r i t u a l i s ed t h ough t a n d wi s tf u l i m agi n a t i ve sp ecu l a t i on

a n d a l i k e gold en h a z e over i t a l l

Tr ea s u ry If S a cr ed S ong .
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—F T P A L G R VE ,
,

. . A ,
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THO M S T A RA H R E NE

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THO M S V A AU G HA N

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GE S P HIL A L E THE S

To t h e Us k
IEl i a L a el i a Hya n te
h

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An E nc m T ree o or el i A ri
on t h e h B o ks of C
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gh
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J O HN N O RR I S, or BE M N ER TO

er iA ir tiove
S a ph c L o
Th e s p a n
P A GE

Hy mn to r e
Da k n
PI firt iel
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ss

o ol t io
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Ret r
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P io ivVire i Mot er
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fixi o n o f h er d i n
.

gn
So n
ru i h C c

Qu ot t io
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A PP I I U RA I P M END X O F LL ST T VE OE S

Th e Retre t
io lte oot
C h dh d
a

.
er
. i
B y H n y Va u gh a n S u sl ri t
wi
C n n .

Th e D a n ng
R iver I [ ] He r i l ri t
.

To t h e s ca Us k By n y Va ugh a n, S

Ad Fl u vi u m I le i lex i till
m
A ut h or is E mb ma ( S
s ca .

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.

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u s .

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Mi i t
S i l ri t
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He r
.

i l ri t
n an s .

d n gh By n y Va u gh a n , S u s
Mot er rrow Ri r r w
. .

Th e h of So s. By ch a d C as h a
 I ntr duct ry N t o o o e

tion of poets into schools org nises them in a a

monastery they are pressed out of the world as
;
individuals and only when—his s hool is broken “ ”

up does the poet stand forth as a poet He may be; c

a minor a secondary sort of fellow but he stands

.

forth and s ngs Now it is because in recent years

,

i
,

igh the labours of a few whose work has had

, .
, ,
th rO I

scant re ognition the poets of the seventeenth

c

century have ome to be regarded more individually c

,

and independently and regarded as poets and not “ ”

as metaphysi ians that this little volume is likely ,

to be acceptable by tho e who have been quaintly

c ,

styled the generality of readers

s
“

Herein will be found much to surprise not a few

.

For the i m pression which most people have is that

.

apart from the great na mes of our poetical literature ,

the bulk of the verse of more than two centur es ago ,

is tiresome fl full of thin fancy and overloaded

i
'

s tu
with false con eits and thi is an erroneous i m pres ,

sion E ven among the e minors poetry is at least

c s
“

na ural expressive in the best sense and mu h of it

. s
t
has wonderful spontaneity The work of Norris for
, , c

example may have its serious lapses from his true ,

.

standard but not a little of it refle ts the grace of an

,

earlier time when S penser sang amid fields and

, c

certainly voi es a spirit of thin gs which can only , ,

express tself son g Let the reader t rn from the

c
in

p eces his best whi h here repre ent him to his

i . u

pastoral pieces and he will be onvinced readily of a

i , , c s ,

very respe table contribution to the e x perimental , c

verse of the time Very mu h of the verse of the

c

seventeenth entury was experi mental be ause — it was

. c

tran itional but only in very isolated instan es and

c , c

the simplest poets are perhaps to be re garded as the

s , c

worst o ffenders—did it f ll away fro m the natural

And if the reader will approach it with the willin gness
a .

of a little thou ghtfulness with the patience real poetry

always dema ds he will be amply paid for his pains n
,

In the mind of the general reader a stran ge mystery

.
,

han gs about his on eption of poetry O f thi fa t s

good evidence could be adduced But poetry is after

c c . c
.
,

6
 I ntr duct ry N t
o o o e

all a plainer thing a thing more fundamental and real

than the commonest prose And if one can be brou ght
, , ,

at la t to believe that for this reason it is less artificial

.

he will be very far the way to an appreciation of the

ln

authors this volume sets before h— im Henry Vau ghan

will be less the S ilurist of that ilk fearful designation
.

— and more one who cau ght the rich mind of Donne
.

and the simple heart of Herbert whom all men love

Thomas Vaughan will be less an g i p r ,
“
1n e n o us
”

and be seen to have some little of the sp rit of h

er s o l ,
is

brother Norris of Bemerton will be less the recluse

i
“ ”

of that quiet S alisbury hamlet and rather a singer in

far pen fields and Traherne
O
,

This book is partic larly valuable for what by the

-

favour of the owner of opyright it gives of the work

u ,

c
of Thomas Traherne The time i not yet for a com ,

prehensive judgment parti larly becau e we are wait

. s

for the publ ation of his more important prose

, cu s
in
g ic
wr tings but may safely be said that Traherne
i it
’

poetry presented as his only yesterday by Mr Bertram

, 5

Dobell must henceforward take no unimportant place

,

among the verse of the seventeenth entury What

,

little we know of his life I n a succin t bio graphy

c .

sufficient nevertheless for an estimate f h i haracter , c , 15

and we have his chara ter an index to his work

, , o s c ;
as

It is that of an ex eptionally sensitive soul whi h

c .

moved to deli ate thoughts of the m eaning of life as a

c c

m a gnet to the north and lay itself bare as a mirror to

c ,

refle t the deep li ghts of i constant ideas Words ,

ts
worth had the brooding m ind whi h
c .

fig t r a ns
co mm on in ident in the wonder of an eternal begin
c ur e s

nin g he saw from hildhood the great fatherhood of

c
c
things before and treasured intimations of what “ ”

com eth from afar but Traherne had the continuous

,

p i
e x er e n ce of these thin His poems are not volumi
nous—l these days of thin pa per edition — they would
g s .

g comfortably into the waistcoat po ket b they

-
s

ut

touch the everlastin g problem of life Can life die

o -
c
?
They tou h it gra efully— fact whi h gauges all the a
,

di fference between our discussions in metaphysics

c c c

and our musings in poetry His imagery is simple .

,
 I ntr duct ry N t o o o e

c onfined to very few figures but it is quite adequate

to his general theme — which calls for fl i ,

re e ct ve ne s s
ratherthan concreteness i ismeditative introspe tive
,

t
in the gentlest manner The poems by which he is ,
c ,

represented here will onvey to the reader an impres

.

sion of his delicately cultured and finely riti al mind

c

and they will impress him farther with their wonderful

c c

melodiousness S ave for a few s m all ble mishes su h c

as the onstant recurren e of parti ular words and

.
,

rimes T h verse compared with that of his

c c c
’
e r ne s
ti me has exceptional volu me of sound moreover it
,
ra ,

is most equable and sustained S ound and sense in

, ; ,

his writin gs are closely allied and the rea on is that

.

he was in the popular meaning of the word natural ,

s

This in spite of m u h involved expression and a

.
, ,

seeming com pli ation here and there For the rest
, c ,

let us apply to him a couplet he wrote of King David

c .
,

m wit love it w
i o te l te o r
To
E nfla
s ng, c
'
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i re
mire
h
mp a ,
ash i s gr a d s
p nd e , a nd a d
,

W C HA . . LL .
 W
T h om a s T r ah e r ne
ererei io t to Mever l rtro ri ot oell m I emiti or e Mte
[ Fo r p m ss n use s a c p y gh p s a nd b d
to , a nd h
gr up he r a nd p u b s h
Th e s h
i er
h a nk ,
l
by r Be

P oet i
po m s nc u d d i n t h e p s n
l or am D b e
,

fili r et t reet te vol i mel eeve rereemt voi li e wereiefiret

o f Tra h e r n e s ca
the
'

um
d
ks
,

ori i ll e re
p ub s h d i n h a u , s n o f the
re t
a n ng t e n p c s

g na y a pp a d i n Tr ah e r ne s C h r i s t i a n E t h i cs , t h e
M
'

s in

( P 1 699 ) J
.
—R . T T .
] U IN
A S er i ou s a n d P a th et i ca l l C on temp l a t i on of the
.
f God
er ci es o

Wo n d e r
How like an Angel came I down
How bri ght are all thin gs here
When first among His works I did
0 how their Glory me did crown
The world resembled his E i y ter n t
In which my so l did walk ,

And every thing that I did see

u

Did with me talk .

The skies in their magnificence

The lively lovely air ,

O h how divine how soft how sweet how fair

, ,

The stars did entertain my sen e

, , ,

And all the works of God so bright and pure

s ,

S O rich and great did seem

, ,

As if they ever must endure ,

In my esteem .

9
 Th o ma s T ra h rn e e

A native health and inno ence c

Within my bones did grow
And while m y God did all his Glories show ,

I felt a vigour in my sense ,

That was all S pirit I within did flow

With seas of life like wind
.

I nothin g in the world did know

,

But twas divine

’
.

Harsh ragged obje ts were concealed

c

O ppressions tears and cries

,

S ins griefs complaints dissensions weeping eyes

, ,

Were b id and only thin gs revealed

, , , ,

Which heavenly S pirits and the An gels prize

,

The state of Innocence

.

And bliss not trades and poverties

Did fill my sense
,

.
,

The streets were paved with golden stones

The boys and girls were mine ,

O h how did all their lovely faces shine

,

The sons of men were holy ones

In joy and beauty they appeared to me ,

And every thin g whi h here I found ,

While like an an gel I did see

c ,

Adorned the ground .

,

Rich diamond and pearl and gold

In every place w seen
Rare splendours yellow blue red white and green
as

Mine eyes did everywhere behold

, , , , ,

Great Wonders clothed with glory did appear

.

Amazement was my bliss ,

That and m y wealth w everywhere ,

No joy to this !
as

10
 Th om a T ra h rn
s e e

Cursed and devised proprieties

With envy avarice ,

And fraud those friends that spoil even Paradise

,

Flew fro m the splendour of mine eyes

, ,

And so did hedges ditches limits bounds

.

I dreamed not aught of those , , , ,

But wandered over all men s grounds ’

,

And found repose .

,

Proprieties themselves were mine

And hedges ornaments ,

W ll boxes co ffers and their ri h

s, c o nt e n
Did not divide my joys but all combine
a c
, ,

Clothes ribbons jewels la es I esteemed

.
,

My joys by others worn

, , , c ,

For me they all to wear them seemed

When I was bor n .

W
T he R aptu r e

S Infan y
E ET c

0 fire of heaven 0 S acred Light

How fair and bri ght
How great m I ,

Whom all the world doth magnify

a ,

Heavenly Joy !
O
0 great and sacred blessedness
Whi h I possess !
S great a joy
c

Who did into my arms convey

o
 Th o m a T ra h rn
s e e

From God above

Being sent the Heavens me fl m en e
To prai e his Name
,
a

The Stars do move

s

The burning S doth shew his Love

un .

0 how Divine
Am I To all this sacred Wealth
This life and health ,

Who raised Who mine ?

,

Did make the same ? What hand Divine ?

My Spi ri t

M Y naked simple Life was I

That Act so strongly shin d ’

Upon the E arth the S the Sk y ea,

It was the substan e of my Mind
, ,

The sense itself was I

c

I felt no dross nor matter in my Soul

.

No brims nor borders such as in a bowl ,

We see My E ssence was Capacity ,

That felt l l thin gs

.
,
a
The thought that sprin gs
Therefrom itself It hath no other wings
’

To spread abroad nor eyes to see

s .

Nor hands distinct to feel , ,

Nor knees to kneel ,

But bein g simple like the Deity

I n its own centre is a Sphere
Not shut p here but everywhere
u
, .

12
 Th om s a T ra h rn e e

But yet of this I was most su e r

That at the utmost length ,

( S worthy was it to endure )

,

My S oul could best express its Str ngth e

It was so quick and p re
.

That all my Mind was wholly everywhere

u ,

Whate er it saw twas ever wholly there

’ ’
,

The S ten thousand legions ff was nigh

un
,

The utmost star

o ,

Though seen from far ,

Was present in the apple of my E y ,

e
There was my si ght my life my sense
.

My substance and my mind , , ,

My Spirit shin d ,
’
;

E ven there not by a transient Influence

The Act was immanent yet there
,

The Thing remote yet felt even here ,

,

0 O Wonder and Delight !

Joy0 !S acred Mystery !
My S oul a Spirit infinite
An I mage of the Deity !
A pure substantial Li ght
That Being Greatest which doth nothing seem
Why twas my all I nothin g did esteem
’

But that alone A strange mysterious S phere

, ,

A deep Abyss
.

That sees and is

The only proper place of Heavenly Bliss
To its Creator tis so near
.

I Love and E x cellence

n
I n Life and S ense ,

I n Greatness Worth and Nature And so d ar ,

e
In it without hyperbole
, , ,

The S and friend of God we see

,

on
,

14
 Th om s a T ra h rn e e

A stran ge extended O b of Joy r

Pro eeding from within ,

Whi h did on every side convey

c ,

Itself and being nigh of kin

c ,

To God did every way

,

Dilate itself even in an instant and

Like an indivisible Centre stand ,

At on e surrounding all E ternity ,

Twas not a sphere

c .

Yet d id appear ,

One Infinite Twas somewhat every where ’

,

And tho it had a power to see ,

.

Far more yet still it shin d ’

And was a Mind ,

E xerted for it saw Infinity

Twas not a Sphere but twas a Might
.
,
’ ’

Invisible and yet gave Light

,
,

0 Wondrous S elf ! O Sphere of Light

0 S phere f J y most fair
,
o o

0 A 0 Power infinite ;
c t,

O S ubtile and unbounded Air

0 livin g O b of S i ght
Thou whi h within m art yet me 1 Thou E y
r
e

And Temple of His whole Infinity

c , e,

0 what a World art Thou A World within

All Things appear
All O bje ts are
Alive in Thee Supersubstantial Rare
c

Above them elve and ni gh of kin , ,

To those pure thin gs we find

s s,

In His great Mind

Who made the World Tho now eclipsed by sin ’

Th re they are useful and Divine

e
E alted there they ought to shine
,

x .

IS
 Th om s a T rah rn e e

O f M e e k n e ss
M AN KI N is sick the World distemper d li s
D e e
0 prest with S ins and Miseries
,

The r Sins are Woes a long corrupted Train

.

O f Poyson drawn fro m Adam s vein ’

S tains all his S eed and all his Kin

, ,

Are one Disease of Life within ,

They all torment themselves

The World s one Bedlam or a greater Cave
’

O f Mad men that do l w i rave ,

-
a a es .

The Wise and Good like kind Physicians ar e ,

That strive to heal them by their Care
They Phy ick and their Learning calmly use
Although the Patient them abu e
s

For since the Sickness is ( they find )

s ,

A sad Distem per of the Mind

All railings they impute ,

All I njuries unto the sore Disease ,

They are expressly come to ease

,
.

If we would to the World s distempered Mind ’

Impute the Rage which there we find

We mi ght even in the midst of all our Foes ,

E njoy and feel a sweet Repose

,

Mi ght pity all the Griefs we see ,

Anointin g every Malady ,

With pre ious O i l and Balm

And while ourselves are alm our Art improve
c

To rescue them and show our Love

c ,

But let s not fondly our own selves beguile

’

If we Revile cause they Revile

’

O urselves infected with their sore Disease

,

Need other s Helps to give us ease

’

I6
 Th om a T ra h rn
s e e

For we more Mad than they remain

Need to be cut and need a Chain ,

Far more than they O Brain ,

W
ur

I s d and if we put our Wit to theirs

.

We may be justly made their Heirs

cra z , ,

But while with open eyes we clearly see

The bri ghtness of His Majesty
While all the orld by S i to Satan sold n
In daily Wickedness grows old ,

Men in hains of Darkness lye

c
,

In Bondage and Iniquity

And pier e and grieve themselves ,

The dismal Woes wherein they crawl enhance

c

The peace of our I nheritance .

,

We wonder to behold ourselves so nigh

To so much Si and Misery n
And yet to see our selves so safe from harm ,

What Amulet what hidden Charm

Could f ifi and raise the Soul
or t
,

e
S far above them and controul
S uch fier e Mali gnity ?
o
c
The brightness and the glory whi h we see c

I s made a greater Mystery .

And while we feel how much our God doth love

The Peace of S inners how mu h m ove c

And sue and thirst intreat lam ent and grieve ,

For all the Cri m es in which they live

, , , ,

And seek and wait and all a gain c

,

And lon g to save them from the pain ,

O f Si from all their Woe

n,
With greater thirst as well grief we try as
How to relieve their Misery .

The life and splendour of Felicity

Whose floods so overflowin g be ,

The streams of joy which round about his Thron ,

e
E nrich and fill each Holy O ne ,
2
P . 13 17
 Th om a T ra h rn
s e e

Are so abundant that we can

S par all even all to any Man I
,

e
And have it all ourselves
,

Nay have the more ! We long to make them see

The sweetness of Feli ity
,
c .

While we contemplate their Distresses how

Blind Wretches they i bondage bow n
,

And tear and wound them elves and vex and groan
,

s
,

And chafe and fret so near His Throne , ,

And know not what they ail but lye

Tormented I n their Misery ,

( Like Mad men that are blind )

,

In works of darkness ni gh such full Deli ght

That they might find and see the si ght
:

What would we give that these might likewise see

The Glory of His Majesty
The j y and fulness of that hi gh delight

W
,

Whose Blessedness infinite !

o
IS

We would even ease to live to gain

Them from their misery and pain
c

And make them with us rei gn ,

For they themselves would be our greatest Treasures ,

:

hen d our own most Heavenly Pleasures

s av
’
.

O holy Jesus who didst for us die

And the Altar bleedin g lie
on
,

Bearing all torment pain reproach and shame ,

That we by vertue of the same , , , ,

Though ene m es to God might be

, ,

R d m d and set at liberty

i ,
’

As thou didst us forgive

e ee :

S meekly let us love to others shew

,

And live I n Heaven on E arth below

o
.

Let s pri z e their Souls and let them be our Gems

’

O Temples and our Diadems , ,

Brides our Friends our fellow Members E yes

ur ,

O
Hands Hearts and S o ls our Victories
ur , ,
-
, ,

, , u , ,

1 8
 Th om a T r a h rn
s e e

And Spoils d Trophies our own Joys

an
d to S o ls all else are Toys
,

C mp ’
o ar u
0 Jesus let them be
S uch unto us as they unto Thee
,
a re
Vessels of Glory and Felicity ,

How will they love us when they fi nd our Care

Brought them all thither where they are ,

When they conceive what terror tis to dwell ’

In all the punishments of Hell

And in a l l y manner see
l ve

0 Christ eternal Joys in thee

,

How will they all delight

,

In praising Thee for us with all their mi ght

How sw et a Gra e how infinite
e c ,

Of C o n t e n t me n t
C N N M N is a sleepy thing
O TE T E T
I f it in Death alone must die
A quiet Mind is worse than Poverty ,

Unless it from E njoyment spring ,

That s Blessedness alone that makes a King I

’

Wherein the Joys and Treasures are so great

They l l the powers of the S oul employ
a
,

And fill it with a Work ompleat ,

While it doth all enjoy

c ,

True Joys l one Contentment do inspire

.

a
E nrich Content and make our Courage hi gher
,

Content alone a dead and silent Stone ’

s
.

The real life of Bliss

I s Glory rei g ing in a Throne n
Where all E njoyment is
.

The S oul of Man is so i l i d to see nc

,

n
’

Without his Treasures no ma s S oul can be n

’
,

Nor rest content U w d ! n cr o n

’
,

Desire and Lov e

19
 Th o m a T ra h rn
s e e

Must in the height of all their Rapture move

Where there is true Felicity ,

E mployment is the very life and ground

.

O f Life itself whose leasant Motion is

The form of B l ;
p
All Blessedness a life with Glory C w d
l ss
’

Life Life is all in its most full extent

ro n

S h out to all thin gs and with all Content

tr etc t ,

T he W ay s o f Wi s d om
Her w
a y s ar e w
a ys o f p le e et e
as a n n s s , a nd a l l
ac
”
h e r p a hs t ar e
p .

T H sweeter far than lilies are

E SE
No roses may with these compare ,

How these excel

No ton gue can tell
Which he that well and tr ly knows u
,

With praise and joy he goes

How great and happy he that knows his ways
’
s
To be divine and heavenly Joys
To whom each city is more brave
1

Than walls of pearl and streets which gold

pave
,

Whose open eyes

Behold the skies
Who love their wealth and beauty more
Than kings love golden ore
s

Who sees the heavenly an ient ways c

O f God the Lord with joy and praise

More than the skies ,

With open eyes

Doth prize them all yea more than gems
And regal diadems , ,

That more esteemeth mountains as they a re ,

Than if they gold and silver were ,

20
 Th om s a T ra h rn e e

To be in Glory hi gher than the skies

Is greater bliss than tis in place to rise ’

Above the S tars More blessed and divine

To live and see than like the S to shine un
0 what Profoundness in my Body lies
.

For whom the E arth was made the S h Skies ,

e a, t e
S greatly high our human Bodies are
,

o
That Angels scarcely may with these compare
I n all the hei ghts of Glory seated they
Above the S in Thine eternal day un
,

Are seen to shine with greater gifts adorned

Than Gold with Li ght or Flesh with Life suborned
S uns but S ervants Skies beneath their feet
are

The S tars but S tones Moons but to serve them ,

meet
Beyond all hei ghts above the World they reign
.

In thy great Throne ordained to remain

All Tropes are Clouds Truth doth itself excel
.

Whatever Hei ghts Hyperboles can ll te .

,

I f
you
ha
i
sa y
n
t wo l
gb
e w
eufi
Sp
i l
d be B toh m ,
nor to
orI t t t i retellti ti let Po eror toret l eiri i t w o ervi t e le toe t
c a
wa s m a d
ha
t e
G od
for
t tor ha Sp c a

h
i r i
C p
t
is a pp a n
o l
ott ereer oreor oreorl ore
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a s
e
p
t
h a no C
a B

y b y th e B
h a ar e c a p a b
t o e
ng c a n b e s
erv
t tl t llie i te re eivi o t ee et t
au y o f h s
of
S
c
c s i e
ic ab
p f m h it
n g h m a nd h a
a
er or et to
,

s at g
f
’

e
al l C
o t h r s sa k
p a s mu s b e
t i
A nd for h s C a u s
. e i t
is ha a h t t P
m d a nd b u nd d for a ch
s ph ca i l o o i l P oet
AS in a Clock tis h i d d For e doth bring’
n er
’

The Wheels to d d Motion by a S prin g,

c
’

Which d d Motion guides a steddy Hand

or er
’
or er
In useful sort at Figures just to stand
Which were it not by Counter ballance staid
The F b i k qui kly would aside be laid
-
, ,

As wholly useless S a Might too Great

a r c c

But well p p i d makes the World compleat

o
’
ro or t o n
Power well bounded is more Great in Might
-
.

Than if let loose twere wholly I n fi nit

-

’
e .

22
 Th o m a T ra h rn
s e e

He could have made an endless S by this ea

But then it had not been a S of Bliss ea
,

A S that s bounded in a fi nite shore

ea
’

Is better far because it is no more

S hould Waters endlessly exceed the S kies
.

They d drown the World and all whate er we

’
.
,
’

p rl z e

Had the bright S been Infinite its flame

.

un
Had burnt the World and quite consumed the ,

same
That Flame would yield no splendour to the Sight
.

Twould be but Darkness thou gh twere Infinite

’ ’
,

S tar made Infinite would all exclude

.

O ne
An E arth made Infinite could ne er be i w d ’
v e
,
’

But all being bounded for each other s sak

.

’
e,
He bounding all did all most useful make
And whi h is best in Profit and Deli ght
, ,

Thou gh not in Bulk He made all Infinite

c ,

He in his Wisdom did their use extend ,

By all to all the World from E d to E d

, ,

n n
In all Things all Things servi e do to all
.
,

And thus a S and is E ndless though most small

c

And every Thing is truly Infinite ,

In its Relation deep and exq isite u .

l o o o e
Atoreievoi le tt i Grex etlle t
Ho w g ri us t h e C u nsl e i ofi
a nd D s gn G o d i s fo r t h e
ertt eei r
E nd , fo r t h e m a k ng o f a l l V
ch ng o f h s a u s
a nd for t h e He i gh t e nl ng o f h
m
e t Per e t io we wi ll
o
c m p a a nd E c

r
B a u y a nd
e f c
e in
t
n

e t ere
e xe m p l i fi
e
e h
l
,

o P
rer
ofe t
ever
i n the i o
f c n

er
o f C u ag
V tu is
s nc
e
t he
of re t o
.

er e t to
i ee e eG l r r it i it e iel ete te
g a C nc n m n
o y of i ts L f
Per e t i
Fo r t h e H gh a nd d p h a n d S p nd u
o
Aer tio l e et of
the
is s a d in t he
f c
cco m p i s h m n
l
n o f th e S o u
y

o tio o
y d h i n its O p a Ta k it
er e e lo
i t s s s nc in th e f u
,
ns .

i n V s ma d n g a go u p n h s c cas i n

F Man to Act as if his S oul did

OR s ee
The v ery Brightness of E ternity ;
For Man to Act as if his Love d d burn i

Above the S pheres even while it s in its Urne

,
’

23
 Th om s a T ra h rn e e

For Man to A even in h Wilderness ct t

As if he did those S overeign Joys possess
e ,

Which do at once confirm stir up fl m en a

,

e,

And perfect An gels havin g not the same , ,

It doth in rease the value of his Deeds

In this a Man a Seraphim ex eeds
c ,

c
To A on O bligations yet unknown
ct
To Act upon Rewards as yet unshewn ,

T keep Commands whose Beauty s yet unseen

0
’
,

To herish and retain a Z eal between ,

S leeping and Waking shews a constant care

c

And that a deeper Love a Love so rare

That no E y S ervi e may with it compare ,

The Angels who are faithful while they view

e c .

His Glory know not what themselves would do

,

Were they in our E state A Di m m er Light

, ,

Perhaps would make them erre as well as we

And in the Coldness of a darker Ni ght ,

Forgetful and Lukewarm Themselves might be

very R t shall over us with Gold
.

O
Dust hall sprinkle while their E yes behold
ur us c ,
1
O
The Glory Sprin ging from a feeble State
ur s

Where meer Belief doth if not conquer Fate ,

S urmount and pass what it doth Antedate

, ,

tter o Al rt or M
In ma s e ofe t em er ri e
of e toi le I t
th e f c T p a nc i s u n d n ab .

e vi o r P i o
r e l a t e th no t
B ha u s, e ire
n
as s
y to
ns a nd
o ur
D s
a s
s.
a nd D nk s , b ut al l o ur

A Musi k S w Feasts Deli ght and Pleasures

LL s

Games Dan in g Arts consist in g d Measures

c , a ce s, , ,
’
o ve r n
Mu h more do Words and Passions of the Mind
,
c ,

c
In Temperance their sacred Beauty find .

r le 1 ? S pa k .

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AN D if the Glory and E steem I have

Be nothing else than what my Silver gave ,

If for no other ground ,

I am with Love or Praises w d

, ,

cro n
’

su h a shame such vile such base Repute

c
,

b etter starve than eat such empty Fruit

, , ,

[ T h e R s u rr ct i n ]
e e o

T H N shall each Limb a sprin g of Joy be found

E
And every m ember with its Glory w d cr o n
’
,

While all the S enses fil l d with all the Good ’

That ever Ages in them understood ,

Transported are Containing Worlds of Treasure

At one delight with all their Joy and Pleasure
From when e like Rivers Joy shall ver flow
c e
,

Affect the S oul though in the Body grow

, , ,

Return again and make the Body shine

, ,

Like Jesus Christ while both in one combine

Mysterious Contracts are between the Soul
, .

Which touch the S pirits and by those its Bowl ,

The Marrow Bowels S pirits m l and move t

Dissolvin g ravish tea h them how to love
, , ,
e ,

He that could brin g the Heavens thro the eye

, c .

And make the World within the Fancy lie ,

By beams of Light that closing m eet in one ,

From all the parts of Hi celestial Throne s

,

Far more than this in fra ming Bliss can do ,

I fl m the Body and the S pirit too

,

n a e
Can make the S oul by Sense to feel and see
And with her Joy the Senses w p d to be ra
’
,

Yea while the Flesh or Body subje t lies

To those Affe tions whi h in S ouls arise
, c

All holy Glories from the S oul redound

c c

And in the Body by the S oul abound ,

Are felt within and ravish ev ry Sense ’

,

With all the Godhead s glorious E xcellence ’

,

25
W ho
Th om s a T ra h rn

His G odness Wisdom Power Love Divine

e
o
Mak by the S o l
,

u
e

found the way Himself to dwell within

As if ven Flesh were nigh to Him of kin
e

y d the Body shine

,

c onve
’
,
e

Not like the S ( that earthly Darkness is )

un
,

But in the strengths and hei ghts of all this bliss

For God desi gned thy Body for His sak e,
,

A Temple of the Deity to make .

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 T h om a s Vau g ha n

W
(
u
E u ge n i u s P h i l a l ethe s

W
t ioit erto
n
e i t or wo i t re
of o l i e lo oroei i l er e Rem i
[ Th e d er
ul d a c q u a n t h e
Th m a s Va u gh a n s
t t
ad

g na V s
’
re e t
ha the p s n co ll e
lle t
a n s i s t h e fu
-
e
s

w g —ori fi i
h h m O n the D ea th 0 i llia m

wr i
Ca r t ri h t
t or — ei
ll re
p ub s h d t h e

ere
gi na y p xe
re ri to
ng p
,

te d
e l e
ieve
e
it
th e 1 6 5 1 od
fi rt
r t
n of C a

t i me Mi oe I G i e ore l merewe it i o tte t i o rtwrti i t

’

gh s k s b ng h p n d, he b s , fo r t h e s
. ss L .u n y ki nd y d
. my a n n t o h s in
t e r e s t i ng p
J R T T ]
. . U IN
m i n t he a f
.
na d d-
n of C a gh .

Us k
To the
’
T day my crystal Usk now h sad night
IS t e
Resi ns her place as tenant to the light
g
,

S eethe amaz ed mists begin to fly

And the victorious sun hath got h sky ,

t e
How shall I recompense thy streams that keep
.

Me and my soul awaked when others sleep ?

I watch my stars I move on with the skies ,

And weary all the planets with mine eyes

, ,

S hal l I seek thy for otten birt h and see

.

g
What days are spent since thy nativity ? ,

Didst run with ancient Kishon ? canst thou tell

S many years as holy Hiddekel ?
o
Thou art not paid in this I ll levy more ’

S uch harmless contributions from thy store

And dress my soul by thee as thou dost pass ,

As I would do my body by my glass ,

W hat a clear running rystal here I find

.

S ure I wi ll strive to ain as clear a mind

c

And hav m spirits freed from dross made light

e
g ,

That no base puddle may allay their flight

y , , ,

How I admire thy humble bank s nou ht s h re

.

’
g e
But the same simpl vestur all h year e e t e .

27
 Th o m a Va u gh a n
s

I ll learn simplicity of thee and when

’

I walk the streets I will not storm at men ,

Nor look as i f I had a mind to cry , ,

It is my valiant clot h of gold and I

Let me not live but I m amazed to see
.
,
’

What a clear type thou art of piety

,

Why should thy floods enrich those shores that sin

.

Against thy liberty and keep thee in ,

Thy waters nur e that rude land which enslaves

,

And captivates thy free and spacious waves

s ,

Most b l é d tutors I will learn of those

.

e ss
To show my charity unto my foes
And strive to do som e good unto the poor ,

As thy streams do unto the barren shore ,

All this from thee my Y ? yes and more

.

s ca
I am for many virtues on thy score , ,

Trust me thy waters yet why wilt not so ?

.

Let me but drink again and I will g ,

o.

I thy course anti ipates my plea

s ee
,

I ll haste to G d as thou dost to the sea

c
’
o
And when my eyes in waters drown their beams
.
,

( The pious imitation f thy streams )

,

o
May every holy happy hearty tear ,

Help me to run to heaven as thou dost there

, ,

From Anima Magica Ab di

.
,
“ ”
s con ta

!El i a L ae l i a Hya nthe

[ Mu ch i tm gh o e
w ot itl ro o wtwe r efii t re e
be tspi k in h s p a c c
n l e iot er i ee te
B au y : nc n ng
ha
n ot
i s , f m h nc

ever i teot wwor

n y i n th e
l u
t
a d
e e gu
ca m , a n d h o w
m a y b e d fa c d
b u t in t h e n
, i w
a d d a , a n d l os t r I e
rett tttle reI w ere re
,

fo r

I ll le ve ] l e
way a c qu a n d
sh a a
i
in b h
t I hve
ds
.
B ut h s p
ha
l
.
y shu ‘
n o tn is t re s s b u t N a u
s

th e fine a d i s t o fine a d s a nd s p ak o f my s mp e
a m i n no
h
,
fo
e i l
tEl i a L a na

IT was s arce day when all alone

I saw Hy h and her throne
c ,

ant e
In fresh green damasks she was drest
.

And o er a sapphire globe did rest

’
.
,

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s

Who smiles and weeps not she be guiles

Nay trust not tears false are the few , , .

Those tears are many that are true

,

Trust me and take the better hoice

.

Who hath my tear can want no joys

, c

From Magia Ad mi
s .

”
a ca

T h al i a
[I t or ee
u n i e
d to
t iw as w
d s ee if she
l [
tt l e l i
Th a
tro ]
p, b ut sh e
l e ti
a ll I l
e ee
x
as
e tes as
w
ret r t i
as g n , a nd h s d i d no t a i

lI ti fiovx re
u n ll
m e e
t h e da y as q u
m ub
it tte l e et w ere o eti ee rer teAt
e p c d h er
s p n , b ut s h e d i d n o t a pp a
.

as , i ng
d sc e d c
r ert i
y y s on h a p ac
a n p c s o f go d ,
h m m
ieere ol e l li e w letter
sh e s
h ch s h e h a d
s s
i
d
f b e h nd
e el e
I ttoo i ,

a nd no
s ,
w i
weromt iwt e t ti ver t
h er , a n d h a d b y a p a p

i e!
t h e n gh a p p
h n ak ng 111 , a s s u
f d d k a
a c h ng t h e
T

y of h er fl
ro
l t rve
n ng s a

y
i
h s
eve
k up ,
t i nn d i n t h e
,
,

pa d
i t r
ower pi llow I rte
.

f in h s s

P R Y green bank farewell and mayst thou w ar

E TT
S unbeams and rose and lilies all the year
, e

S h slept on thee but needed not to shed

, ,

Her gold twas pay enough to be her bed

e ,
’

Thy flowers are favourites for this l d day

. .

’
ov
They were my rivals and with her did play
.

They found their heaven at hand and m her eyes , .

E njoyed a copy of their absent skies

,

Their weaker paint did with true glories trade

.

And mi gl d with her cheeks one posy made

n
’
,

And did not her soft skin confine their pride , .

,

And with a screen of silk both flowers divide ,

They had su ked life from then e and from her heat c
,

w d a soul to make themselves complete

c ,
’
B
0 happy pillow Though thou art laid even
o rr o .

With dust she made thee up almost a heaven

Her breath rain d spices and each amber rin g
.
,
’

O f her bright locks w d bracelets o er thy spring

,
’ ’
s tre
That arth s not poor did su h a treasure hold
.

But thrice i h d with amber spi e and gold

e c ,
’
e nr c
From Lumen de Lumine , , c , .

30
 Th om a Vau gh a n
s

W
N had the Ni ght spent her black stage and all
O
Her b auteous t winkling fl ames grew sick and pale
e
Her scene of shades and silence fled and Day
D aw n
,

D d h young E ast in roses where each ray

’
t e
Falling on sables made the S and Night
re s s ,

un
Kiss in a checker of mi d clouds and li ght ,

x
’

From Lumen de Lumine

.

To O xfo r d
a nd l m
l o
te l t o I
[ For a c
e
e I
m
a
o
vera
s , to
tmre wit
sh m
y unn a u a s on
ll
ul d sa y m
yo u fa on
my
r
fo r
l to r emilotitererte x oro o
h
c us
y pe s n ,
O f d
,

Iw momt o t w omMeti e otle le w ee

D o no t h u p r O p h a n e h e r na
a , h u k n o s t as t
’

i x,
l a n
, ab
h thy u d l a

t
ch p s
ag a nd a sa uc y b o y ,
m s d a nd d o n h er k n s
.

oe memmanto eTr mt
c
h s he h a h s
d d
to e
e to b e an e
m m ot er I m
m n t ee ver
y to h e t
t o
r ovi
b ec a us
l l
Sh e h a h
h u ar t a n ,
.

i t ou t re ere w i I re t e
u h , b ut h
n
l
y

over w e
ch d
h er
If h
. ca ns
h n th y fa h
b ut
y

t er Pre ter e tro e ]

ad, h
sb y
a a
ar e a fe
d s
y na u a
s gh s b a h d
ng

y d he r .

D R Y pumi statues can you have an y

e e,
And h ve no tears to see your Mother die ?
e
a
Were you not taught such numbers to rehearse
Might make the marble weep to h your verse ea r ?

O those less p l i h d quarrie where each part

,
’
r o s

Acts by i f éd malice of the heart ?

s,

n us
Sh h d your fancies higher than the pride
’
e eav
O f all her pinnacles and wo ld have died
Blest in her martyrdom had you but shed ,
u

A tear to prove her children were not dead ,

S uch drops and pearls had sent her sparkling hence

, .

A constellation and your influence

To all her woes had been a just relief
,

Because your life was argu d by your grief ’

,

But you ke ep ba k those joys which even Fate

.

In l l her malice thought not to translate

c ,

a
1He r More
Dr n m ri e P to t
y , th e C a b dg la nis .

31
 Th om s a Va u g h a n
You spend not one poor sigh for her last breath
That we may say she l i d before her death ’
v
,

Yet hath she comforts which proceed from thenc

.

e
Where grief hath lost the tyranny of sense ,

When on those reliques [ s]he doth cast an eye

W
,

Whom Death hath l dg d where her foundations lie ’

Their dust ( when all is gone) re m ains within

o .

O nly to tell how fertile she hath been

,

But I forbear perhaps y have new ar s

.

ou t
Not to spend eyes at funerals but hearts
h in the wa h of tears sets O xford forth
.
,
o
Mourns at a rate and ircums ribes her worth
s

S uch lay resents be ome not this her day

, c c
c
Twere mali e to lament the common way
-

’
c

Unless we could place knowledge in the eye ,

And thence distil it to an elegy ,

Who threads his tears into s ch l éd beads

.

e ar n
Is a professor when he weeps not reads
u

Nor would our O xford grieve to die could she ,

.

In such a bra elet wear her Heptarchy ,

But since ( dear mother I can not express

c .

Thy desolations in their own sad dress

Give my soul leave to study a degree ,

O f sorrow that may fit thy fate and thee

And till my eyes can weep what I can think
,

S pare my fond tears and here a cept my ink

,

From The Man Mous , c .

“ ”
-
e

E n c o mi u m T h re e on th e
B o o k s o f Cor n e l i u s
Agr i pp a K ni ght ,

G R A glorious penman ( whom I sho ld not name

E T, u

Lest I mi ght seem to m easure thee by fame) , ,

Nature s apostle and her choice high priest

’
,

Her mystical and bright evangelist

-
,

32
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Th e Auth o r o f h is B ook
M Y sweetest Jesus twas Thy voice ’

Be lifted up I ll draw all to the sky

’ ”

Yet I am here I m stifled in this lay

.

Shut up from Thee and the fresh E ast of day

c ,

I know Thy hand s not short but I m unfit ’

,
’
,

A foul unclean thin g to take hold of it , ,

I am all dirt nor can I hope to please

, .

Unless in m ercy Thou l a disease ’

ov s t
Diseases m y be ur d but who ll reprieve
.
, ,
’ ’
a

Him that is dead ? Tell me my God I live

c

Tis true I live but I so sleep withal , .

,
’

I cannot move scarce hear when Thou dost call

, :

S in lullabies harm me when I would come

, , .

But dra w me after Thee and I will run

s c ,

Thou k w I m si k let m not feasted be , .

’ ’
no st c : e
But keep a diet and p ib d by Thee re s c r
’
,

S hould I carve for myself I would exceed

.
,

To surfeits soon and by self murder bleed ,

I ask for stones and scorpions but still rost

-
, .

And l l for love shouldst Thou grant I wer lost , c ,

e
Dear Lord deny me still and never si gn
a , .

My will but when that will agrees with Thine

,

And when this fli past and I appear

, .

’
c on ct s
To answer what a patient I was here ,

How I did weep when Thou didst woo repin

At Thy best sweets and in a childish whine , e

Refuse Thy p ff d love yet cry and call er

’
,

For rattles of my own to play withal

ro

Look on Thy Cros and let Thy Blood come in

When m ine shall blush as guilty of my sin
s ,

Then shall I live bein g resen d in my fall ,

’

A text of m er y to Thy creatures all

.
, ,

Who havin g seen the worst of sins in me

c ,

Must need onfess the be t of loves in Thee ,

From A h p ph i Th m gi
s c s .

nt ro oso a eo a ca

34
 Th o m a Va u g h a n
s

To G o d
M Y God my life whose essence man
Is no way fit to know or scan
,

But should approach Thy Court a guest ,

In thoughts m ore l w than his request o

When I consider how I stray
Methinks tis pride in me to pray
’
,

How dare I speak to Heaven nor fear

.

In all my sins to court Thy ear ? ,

But as I look on moles that lurk

In blind entrench m ents and there work
Their own dark prisons to repair ,

Heaving the earth to take in air ,

S view my f d soul that must ’

e tt er
S tru ggle with this her load of dust
o ,

Meet her address and add one ray

To this m wd parcel of Thy day
’
,

S h would thou gh here i m p i d see

e .

’
e r son

Through all her dirt Thy Throne and Thee

, ,

Lord guide her out of this sad night ,

And say once more Let there be li ght !

, ,

From A h p p h i Th m gi ( 6
“
nt ro oso a eo a ca
”
I

A S to n e ,
an d th e S t o n y H e ar t
L R God This was a stone
O D
As hard as any one
Thy laws in Nature f m d ra
’

Tis now a sprin ging well

’

And many drops can tell ,

S ince it by art was

,

md
’
ta .

My God my heart is so
Tis all of flint and no
’

E xtract of tears will yield

,

35
 Th o m a Vau g h a n
s

Dissolve it with Thy fi re

That something may aspire ,

And grow up in my field .

,

Bare tears I ll not entreat ’

But let Thy S pirit s seat ’

,

Upon those waters be

Then I new f m d with li ght ’

S hall move without all night

,
-
or ,

O eccentri ity
,
r

From
c .

“
An th r op o s op h i a Th e oma gi ca ”

To h i s B oo k
AN D now my Book let it not stop thy fli ght
That thy just Author is not lord or kni ght
, ,

I can define m yself and have the art

.

S till to present one fa e and still one heart

.

But for nine years som e great ones annot see

c , .

What they have been nor know they what to be , c

What though I have no rattles to my name , .

Dost hold a simple honesty no fame ? ,

O art thou su h a stran ger to the ti m es

Thou can t not know m y fortunes from my crimes
r c ,
?

Go forth and fear not some will gladly be

s

Thy learn ed friends whom I did never see

,

Nor shouldst thou fear thy welco m e thy small price , .

Cannot undo em thou gh they pay ex ise ’

Thy b lk s not great it will not m h distress , c .

Their empty po kets but their studies less

u uc

no galleon as books of burthen be

c ,
.

Th
’
o u rt
Whi h cannot ride but in a library , ,

W
Th art a fine thin g and little it may chance
c .

Ladie will buy thee for a new ro m ance

O h how I ll envy Thee when thou art spread
s .

In the bri ght sunshine of their eyes and read

,

1 i e i . re
e
.
,
i il r
s nc t h e ou t b -
ak o f t h e C v a s .

36
 Th om a Vau g h a n
s

O n th e D e ath of M r W i ll i a m
C ar tw r i g ht
SO we are now beyond the spleen of Fate
O ur miseries have made us fortunate
The grave was physic here Death speaks us fre
.

Her malice now is spent as well as we

e .

Nay now our ruin doth so mu h disple se

.
,

That to strike more is to her a disease

, c a ,

None can deserve her envy her ontempt

.

E x eeds her form er an ger she hath spent

c

No arrows but on pre ious lives and we

c
c

Are but the leavings of her tyranny ,

S uch whom when she hath taken from the prease

,

Cannot requite the e x pen e of a disease

,
3
,

He fell a nobler ruin we that live

s .

O w our short lives but to a base reprieve

,

He when as yet in death he was not lost

e .

Made Fate suspect her jurisdiction

,

d
’
,

Cause Learnin g knew no destiny twas he

c r os s ,
’ ’

Whose studies b d d on eternity ’

speculations were too poor to leave

or er .

O
With thee the equal glory of a grave
ur

And share a fair mortality that we ,

Might be thou ght wise be ause we fell with the ,

Death had thee hen e le t thy large fancy might

c e .

In time take win g and with a avin g fli ght

c ,
s

Rove thee beyond the world into a state,

Too high and so outrun the reach of Fate

Thou wert so ri chly good so great that we
.
,

The Church in thee even at one view mi ght , ,

s ee

S aints that so long p d the quiet earth

, ,
’
os s es s
A d slept out centuries were at thy birth
n
Regenerate they l i d again in thee v
’
,

And did outdo their former piety .

,

et o te t
1 s s ? e ea e 9 c n n .
3d c s .

38
 Th om s a Va u g h an
And as their souls contracted in thine w o n,
Did thus forestall the Resurre tion ,

c
S in thy death they met a se ond fate
,

o
Nature in thee did recapitulate
c .

S fraught wert thou with learnin g that we can

o

S tyle thee al m ost a breathing Vati an

,

A library not framed of stone and wood

c ,

But animate and emented with blood ,

All arts so ff d in thy fall that we

c .

’
su er
May call thy grave an University ,

And look S hools out there as if that now

o ur
,

E ternal Bodley did des end below

c ,

To gratify thy dust 0 that we mi ght

c

Install thee le turer again and ri ght

.

c
The i j d metaphysi s like to be
n ur
’
,

E clipsed with their own obscurity

c

R b b d of thy li ght and yet they are content

,
’
o

To mourn the ruin of their ornament

When he did read how did we flock to hear ?
.

S ure some Professors became pupils there

,

He would refine abstractions it was he

.
,

That gave the text all its authority

As if the Stagyrite ig d his pen n
’

And took his censure not his comment then

re s

A d though with some the s ience goes for pelf

.
, ,

n
His Lectures m ade it to transcend itself
, , c ,

He u ed the creatures as a scale to storm

The spiritual world and though twas torn
s
’

And broken with un ertaintie yet he s,

By reason as by faith a Deity

c ,

Could apprehend and reach Thus having tra d ,

e
’

These secondary thin gs his soul made haste

.

To view the Cause and there began to plod ,

Nothing being left to puz zle him but God ,

Whose mysteries he reached as far as He

O f His great self had made discovery
,

He p l d d not the heavens nor brought he do wn

.

’
un
S ecrets from then e which were before unknown
er ,

Yet some there are believe their wits so ripe

c ,

That they draw a map of the Archetype

can
And with strange optics d they can view
,
’
t ut or ,

39
 Th o m a Va ug h a n
s

The emanations of the mysti Jew c

I n this his pious i g oran e was best
.

And did ex el his knowledge ofthe rest

c ,

But he is gone I and Providence took him

c .

To add to Heaven another herubi m

W
c
This to our tears may minister relief
.

Tis his preferment that hath ca sed our grief

’

[ S i gned ] Tho Vau ghan é Coll Jesu O xon

u .

( Fro m amon g h verses prefi x ed to C AR

.
,
.
,
.

R IGH C m di
t T
London
e
’
TS o e e s , etc ,
.
,

40
 J o hn N o rr i s ,
of B e me rt o n
The sour e of good the light archetypal
Beauty the original
c , ,

In
The fairest of ten thousand He
.

Proportion all and harm ony , ,

All mortal beauty s but a ray ’

O f His bright ever shining day

A little feeble twinklin g star
-

Which now the S un s in pla e must disappear

,
’
, ,

There is but O that s good there is but O that s

, c ,
’ ’
ne ne
fair .
,

To Thee Thou only Fair my soul aspires

With holy breathings la g ishin g desires
,

n
,

To Thee m i m d panting heart does move ,

u .

’
na ou re
By efforts of e stati love
, ,

How do Thy glorious stream s of li ght

c c .

Refre h my intellectual si ght

s

Tho broken and i d through a reen

’
s t ra n
’

O f enviou flesh th t stands between

, sc

When shall m i mp i d soul be free

s a
’ ’
r s on

That she Thy native un orre ted li ght may see c

,

And gaze upon Thy b i fi fa e to all eternity ?

c ,
e at c c

HO W
T he
long g eat God how long mu t I
Im m ured in this dark prison lie
, r

Whereat the grates and avenues of sense

A s p i ra t i o n
,
s

My S o l must wat h to have i l l g nt e l e n ce

Where but faint glea m s of Thee salute my si ght
u c

Like doubtf l moonshine in a cloudy night ,

When shall I leave this m gic sphere

u .

And be all mind all eye all ear ? , ,

,

How cold this clime and yet my sense

Perceives even here Thy influence
E ven here thy strong ma gneti harm s I feel
.

And pant and tremble like the amorous steel

c c ,

42
 J o h n N orr i s ,
of B e me rt on
To lower good and beauties less divin e,
S ometimes my erroneous needle does decline
,

But yet so strong the sym pathy

It turns and points again to Thee
,

,
,

I long to see this ex ellence c

Which at such distance strikes my sense
My impatient S oul struggles to disen gage
.

Her wi gs from the onfinement of her cage

n c
Would st Thou great Love this prisoner once
.

How would she hasten to be link d to thee

, ,
’

S he d for no an gels conduct stay

’

But fly and love on all the way

, .
,

H y mn to D ar k n e ss
H A I thou mo t sacred venerable thing
L,
What Muse is worthy thee to sing ?
s

Thee from whose pre gnant universal womb

All thin g even Li ght thy rival first did come
,

What d res he not atte m pt that sings of thee

s, , , .

Thou first and greatest mystery ?

a ,

Who can the secrets of thy essence tell ?

Thou like the li ght of God art inaccessible
, ,
.

Before great Love this monument did raise

This am ple theatre of praise ,

Before the foldin g ircles of the sky

Were tuned by Him who is all harmony
c

Before the morning tars their hy m n began

Before the council held for m
s ,

an
Before the birth of either Time or Place
Thou ig re q
’
i
n s t und monarch in the empty space
u e s t on
’
.

Thy native lot thou didst to Li ght resign

B t still half of the globe is thine
,

Here with a quiet and yet awful hand

u .

Like the b st emperors thou dost command

e
,

,
,

43
 J o hn N o rri s , of B e me rt o n
To thee the stars above their bri ghtness owe
And mortals their repose below ,

To thy protection Fear and Sorrow flee

.

And those that weary are of light find rest in thee

Though li ght and glory be h Almighty s throne
.

’ ’
t
Darkness His pavilion ,

From that his radiant beauty but from thee

15 .

He has his terror and his m ajesty ,

Thus when he first proclai m ed his sacred law

.

And would his rebel subjects awe ,

Like pr nces on some great solemnity ,

H appeared in s robes of state and clad himself with

i ,
’ ’

thee .

The blest above do thy sweet umbrage prize

When cloyed with li ght they veil their eyes ,

The vision of the Deity is m ade

, ,

More sweet and b ifi by thy shade eat

But we poor tenants of this orb below
c .

Don t here thy excellences know

’
, ,

Till death our understandin gs does improve ,

And then our wiser ghosts thy silent night walks love
-
,

But thee I now admire thee would I choose

For my reli gion or my Muse ,

Tis hard to tell whether thy reverend shade

, .

Has more good votaries or poets made

From thy dark caves were inspirations given
And from thi k groves went vows to Heaven ,

Hail then thou Muse s and devotion s sprin g

c .

’ ’

Tis just we should adore tis just we should thee sing

’
,

,
’
.

T he P ar t in g
D AR the sentence of the d m d I hear
EP T a n
’

Compendious Grief and black Despair

I now believe the S chools with ea e
.

( Thou gh on e a happy infidel )

That should the sense no torment seize
c

Yet pa n of loss alone would make a hell

i .
,

44
 J o hn N o rri s ,
of B e me rt o n
Here here an ark of pleasing rest
My S oul had found that restless Dove
, , ,

My present tate methou ght was best

I envied none below scarce those above
s ,

,
.

But now the better part of me is gon

My S is set my turtle flown
e,
un
Though here and there of lesser bliss
.
,

S ome twinklin g stars give feeble li ght

S i l l there a m ournful darkness is
,

t
They shine but just enou gh to shew tis night ’
,

Fatal divorce What have I done amiss

To h such misery as this ?
e ar
The World yields now no real good :

All happiness is now become

But painted and deluding food
As mere a fiction as E lysium .

Well then since nothing else please my taste ca n

I ll ruminate on pleasures past
’
,

S when with glorio s visions blest

.

The wakin g hermit finds no theme

u

That s grateful to his thoughtful breast

’

He sweetly recollects his pleasing drea m .

,

F ARE W
ELL
The I n fid e l
Fruition thy grand ruel heat
Which first our hopes dost raise and then de feat
,

Farewell thou midwife to abortive bliss

,

,
c c ,

Thou mystery of falla ies ,

Distan e presents the obje t fair

c .

With charmin g features and a gra eful air

c c ,

But when we ome to sei z e h inviting prey

c
’
c t
Like a shy ghost it vani hes away s .
,

46
 J o hn N o rri s ,
of B e me rt o n
So to h unthinking boy the distant sky
t
’

S eems on som e mountain s surface to rely ’

He with ambitious haste limbs the ascent

Curious to touch the fim m
c ,

r a e nt
But when with an unwearied pace
Arrived he is at the lon g wished for place
, ,

With si ghs the sad defeat he does deplore

-
,

His heaven is still as distant as before .

And yet twas long e re I could throughly see

’ ‘

This grand impostor s frequent treachery ’

Thou gh often fooled yet I sho ld still dream on u

O f pleasure in reversion
,

Thou gh still he did my hopes deceive

His fair pretensions I would still believe ,

S uch was my charity that thou gh I knew

And found him false yet I would think him true ,
,

But now he shall no more with shows deceive

I will no more enjoy no more believe ,

Th unwary ju ggler has so often shown

’
,

His falla ies that now they re known ’

S hall I trust on ? the heat is plain

c , .

I will not be i m po ed upon a gain

c

I ll view the bright appearance from afar

s
’

But never try to cat h the fallin g star c .

,

Th e C on s o l a t i o n
I GRAN tis bad but there is some relief
T
’

In the so iety of grie f ,

Tis sweet to him that m ourns to see

c .

A whole house lad in S orrow s livery ’

Grief i co m munion does re m iss appear

c .

n
l e harsher sounds in wh h le s grate the ear c o n s or t , 1c s
,

Men would not urse the stars did they d ispense

In o mmon their ill infl en e
c

Let none be r h and Poverty

c u c .

ic ,

47
 J o hn N o rr i s ,
of B e mert o n
Would not be thou ght so great a misery
discontent from comparison
.

Our 15
Were better states unseen each man would like his own
:

W
.

S hould partial seas wre k my poor ship alone

I mi ght with ause my fate bemoan
c ,

But since before I sink I see

c .

A numerous fleet of ships de cend with me ,

I with content my breath resign

s ,
’
hy d on t ?

I will and in the greater ruin bury mine

~

, .

Th e R tu r n e

D AR Contemplation my divinest joy !

E
When I thy sacred mount ascend
What heavenly sweets my soul employ ,

Why can t I there my days for ever spend ?

’

When I have q d thy steep hei ghts with pain

con u er
’

What pity tis that I m u t down again !

’
s

And yet I must my pa sions would rebel

S ho ld I too long continue here
s

No here I must not think to dwell

u

But mind the duties of my proper sphere

, ,

S an gels thou gh they heaven s glories know

.

’
o

Forget not to attend their charge below

,

.
,

T he P ass i o n o f th e V i rg in
M o th e r
B e h o l d i n g t h e Cruc i fixi o n of her
d ivi ne S on
N H to the fatal and yet soverei gn wood
IG
Which crowds of wo d rin g a gel did surround ’
n s
,

Devoutly sad the holy m other stood

o ,

And i w d her S
v e
’
d sympathi z ed with everywound
on , a n
,

48
 J o hn N o rri s ,
of B e me rt o n
And can the tide of sorrow rise more hi gh ?
Her melting face stood thi k with tear to view
Like those of heaven His settin g glory s dye
c s ,
’

As flowers left by the sun are charged with evening dew

, ,

But see Grief spreads her empire still mor wide e

Another spring of tears begins to flow
, ,

A barbarous hand wounds His now senseless side ,

W
A d death that ends the S on s renews the Mother swoe
-
,
’ ’
n ,
.

S h sees now by the rude inhuman stroke

e
Th mystic river flow and in her breast
e
Wonders by what strange figure h angel spoke ,

t
’

h m g all the daughters he p

e tt e on st d her r onou nc
’

b i est
‘‘ ”
.

Thus far did Nature pity grief and love

And all the passions their strong e fforts try
, ,

But still tho dark below twas clear above

’ ’
,

S h had ( as once her S ) her g h i g angel by

, , ,
’
e on s tre n t n n .

Gabriel the chiefest of h Al mi ghty s train t

’ ’

That first with happy tidings blest her ear

,

Th archan gel Gabriel was sent again

’
,

To stem h tide ofgrief d qualify her fear

t e ,
an
,

A large prospective wrought by hands divine

He set before her fi l igh d eye r s t en t en
’

Twas hewn out of the heave crystalline

-

’
n
O of whose ends did lessen h other magnify
ne , t
’
,

With that His su fferings he exposed to sight

With this His glories he did represent ,

The wei ght of this made h other seem but li gh t

’
t,
Sh saw the m ighty odds adored and was content
e , ,
.
 J o hn N o rri s ,
of B e me rt o n

u o ta t i o n s
Q
Affl ictions sometimes climb as well as fall .

Th P i f e Bl d S i
as s on o ou r es s e a v ou r

They ll find l w great King by thine own light

.

’ l
t l e e no
( O f Christ )
, ,
.

A Hy m p n h T sfig i n u on t e ran u r a t on .

to live is to enjoy
What mars our b l i d life destroy ss oe s

The days whi h pass without content

.

Are not lived properly but spent ,

.

I d rather be secure than great

’

O f being so high the pleasure is but small

.

But long the ruin if I chance to fall , .

,

yet silly Man

S ecures his evils what he can
And stabs himself with grief lest Fate should miss ,

the blow ,

He s mad that runs where none can win the prize

’

Why shouldst thou lose thy m stress and thy labour i

.

too ? ,

Our b st good here is Nature s bounds to know

e
’

And those attempts to pare which else would be in S

,

va n i
Here then contain thyself nor higher good
.

In this i h d place pursue

nc ant e
,

This World is best j y d when tis best understood

.

’ ’
en o .

W
Ihi
’
a .

How should that empty thing deserve my care

Which virtue does not need and vice can never h ,
,

e ar .

Th e R efu s a l .

ne
Cfr .w
weet l i t
(C as ha In the ho ly N a ti vi ty )
"
: e sa w Th ee by
Thi O wn s gh .

SI
 J o hn N o rri s ,
of B e me rt o n
ure tis but vain the Tree of Life to boast
S ’

When Paradise wherein it grew is lost

, , .
,

We truth by a refracted ray

View like the sun at ebb of day
Whom the g oss trea herous atmospher
,

r e
Makes where it is not to appear
c

, .

In nature s book where no errata s found

’ ’

All things are good ,

.
,

A Di i Hy m h Cv ne i n on t e r ea t on .

To make the world was great but t epitomize it more ,

’
.

True worth like valour oft lies hid in dust

, ,
.

S frail s our mortal state w sust in

’
o e ca n a
A mighty bliss no more than pain ,
.

this sphere b low e ;

Where h that can pretend to have
e
Most freedom still his body s slave
’
s
’
.

Th e

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e of I ll u tra t i v P
s e oe ms
Some men a forward motion love
But I by ba kward steps would move ,

And when thi d st falls to the urn

c

In that state I came return

, s u ,

.
,

Ch i l dh o o d
I ANN reach it and my striving eye
C OT
Daz zles at it as at eternity
Were now that chronicle alive
.
,

Those white designs which children drive ,

A d the thou ghts of each harmless hour

,

n
With their content too in my po wer ,

Qui kly would I make my path even , , ,

And by mere playing go to Heaven

c ,

Why should men love

A wolf m ore than a lam b or dove ?
O choose hell fi and bri mstone streams
,

Before bri ght tars and God s own beams

r -
re
’
s

Who k i h thorns will hurt his fa e

sset

But flowers do both refresh and gra e

c ,

And sweetly livin g ( fie on men I)

c

Are when dead m edicinal then

If seein g much should make staid eyes
.
, ,

And lon g e x perien e should m ake wi e ,

S in e all that g doth tea h is ill

c s ,

e
Why should not I love childhood still ?
c a c ,

Why if I see a rock or shelf

S hall I from thence cast down myself
, ,

O by co m plying with the world

,

From the sam e precipice be h l d ?

r ,
’

Those observations are but foul

ur

Which m ake me wise to lose my soul

And yet the practic worldlings call
.

Business and weighty action all

Che kin g the poor child for his play ,

But gravely cast themselves away

c

Pr t i l
.

1 ac ca .

54
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e of I ll u tra ti v s e P o e ms

Dear harmless g the short swift span a e

Where weepin g Virtue parts with man ,

Where love without lust dwells and bend

What way we please without self ends ,
s

An g of mysteries l whi h he
-

a e
Must live twi e that would God s fac see
c
’
c e
Which Angels guard and with it play
Angels 1 which foul men drive away , ,

How do I study now and s an

.

Thee more than e er I studied man , c

’

And only see through a long ni ght ,

Thy edges and thy borderin g li ght I

, ,

O for thy centre and mid day

,

For sure that is the narrow way

-

“
.
, ,

C on te n t
P A peace I know twas brave
E C E,
’

B this coarse fleece

ut

I shelter in i slave s

To no such piece ,

When I am gone
.

I shall no wardrobes leave ,

To friend or sor t,

But what their own homes weave ,

S uch though not proud nor full

May m ake them weep
, , ,

And mourn to see the wool ,

O utlast the sheep

Poor pious wear
Had t thou been such or fine
,

Perhaps that tear

s ,

Had m d thy loss not mine

our n
’
,
.

Why then these l d p ff d points cu r

’
u
’

O a l d story ?
, , ,
’
ac

Death sets all out ofjoint

r

And s orns their glory c

,

SS
 A pp nd ix e of I ll u tra t i v
s e P oe ms

ome love a rose

S
In hand some in the skin
But ros to those ,

I would have mine within

,
c s ,

T he D aw nin g
AH what time wilt Thou come ? when shall
The Bridegroom s Comin g fill the sky ? ’

S hall it in the evening run

Whe our words and works are done ?
n
O will Thy all surprisin g light
Break at midni ght ?
r -

When either sleep or som e dark pleasure

Posse seth mad man without m easure , ,

O shall these e rly fra grant hours

s

r
Unlock Thy bowers ?
a ,

And with their blush of li ght de cry

Thy lock w d with eternity
s
’
s, cr o n
Indeed it is the only ti m e
That with Thy glory doth best hime
,

All now are stirring every field

.

Full hy mns doth yield

The whole creation shakes ff ni ght o
And for Thy shado w looks the li ght ,

S tars now vanish without number

S leepy planets set and slumber
The pursy louds disband and s atter
All e x pect some sudden matter
c , c ;

Not one beam triu m phs but fro m far ;

That morning star -

,

O h at what ti m e soever Thou

( Unknown to ) the heavens wilt bow
,

And with Thy Angels in the van

us ,

Descend to j dge poor areless m

, ,

an ,
Grant I m not li k e puddle lie
u c

In a corrupt security
ay

56
 A pp ndi x e of I ll u tra t i v P
s e oe m s

Adds reverence to such as at length doth give ’

t,
This géd faith that there their genii live
a
Hence h ancients say that fro m this sickly air
.

’
t
They pass to re gions more refined and fair
, ,

To meadows w d with lilies and the rose

s tre
’
,

And shades whose youthful green no old g knows a

,

e
Where all in white they walk dis our e and sin g
Like bees soft murm rs or a chidin g spring ,
c s , ,
’

But Is a whensoe er those shades I see

u .

’
c
And thy lov d arbours must no more know me
, ,

e
,

When I am laid to rest hard by thy streams ,

And my sun sets where first it sprang in beam ,

s,

I ll leave behind me su h a large kind light

’
,

As shall redeem thee from oblivious night

c , ,

And in these vows which living yet I pay ,

S hed su h a pervious and enduring ray

, , ,

c
As shall from age to age thy fair name lead ,

Till rivers leave to run and men to read ,

.
,

First may all bards born after me

When I am ashes sing of thee ! —
, ,

May thy green bank and streams none ,

or
Be both their hill and Heli on
s

May vocal groves gro w there and all

c

The shades in the m prophetical ,

Where l aid men shall more fair truths see ,

Than fictions were of Thessaly

, ,

M y thy gentle swain like flowers

.

S weetly spend their youthful ho rs

a s

And thy beauteous nym phs like doves

u ,

Be kind and faithful to their loves

Garland and songs and roundelays
Mild dewy ni ghts and sunshine days
s ,

The turtle s voice joy without fear

,
’
, ,

Dwell on thy bosom all the year , ,

May the evet and the toad

Within thy banks have no abode
Nor the wily windin g snake ,

Her voy ge through thy waters make ,

In all thy journey to the main

a

No nitrous clay no brimstone vein ,

-

5 8
 A pp nd ix e of Il l u tra t i v s e P oe m s

Mix with thy streams but may they pass

Fresh as the air and lear as glass ,

And where the wandering crystal treads ,

Roses sh ll kiss and couple heads

a
The factor wind from far shall bring
.

The odours of the d S pring

-

’
s c a t te r
And loaden with the rich arrear ,

S pend it in spicy whispers here

,

No sullen heats nor flames that are

.

O ffensive and canicular

,

S hine on thy sands nor pry to see

, ,

Thy scaly shadin g family ,

1

But noons as mild as H p rays

,
es
,

er s
’

O the first blushes of fair days

,

r 1

What gifts more heaven or earth can add

With all those blessings be thou clad 1
,

Honour Beauty
Faith and Duty , ,

Deli ht and Truth ,

With Love and Youth g ,

Crown all about thee and whatever fate

Impose elsewhere whether the graver state
O some toy else may those loud anxious care
,

r s

For dead and dyin g thin gs ( the common wares

, ,

And shows of Ti m e ) ne er break thy peace nor make ’

Thy p d arms to a new war awake

re os
’
,

But freedom safety joy and bliss

United in one loving kiss , , , ,

S urround thee quite and style thy borders

,

The land d m d from all disorders

re ee
’
,

Ad E l u vi u m I s cam
I A parens florum placido qui
SC s p u me u s ore
Lambis l p il l ,

os a u r e os

Q i maestos h y i h tophi
a
a c nt os, et i c t i defied
u p
Ml i h mid i
u ce s s u s u rr s u s

1Pro l a mi ri t li
b ab y sp n for s d i or
ng ii
s h n ng .

59
App ndi x e of I ll u tra ti vs e P o e ms
D umq ue novas p g menses consumere l ner u nt u as
mortales i
C oe l umq u e te r t,
Accu ulas cum sole di es
m mq per omn
Fidells induras latex , a e vu ue e

O q uis i quali murmure l

n a cce s s o s e t
M mq solaris nemus
u c os

ut u ue 1

Per te di p i credo Th
s ce r querelas
t r a c1 5

divini senis
i re
Pl mq
e ct ru ue .

A u th or is E m b l e m a

( S i l e x S c i nt i ll a n s )
TNA If
E T ST sine vulnere pi me
a t e or , s ae us et
l i vox sine vo e f q
,

Co ns ul m tu vo u t u e ns
Amb i i placido di i i aura m ,
c ,
re

v t v n or e a tu ,
E frustré
t murmure p m i
s a nc t o r ae on u t
S urdus eram m S ilex Tu ( quanta
.

q utu s ue t uor u m
Cura tibi est ali é das renovare ia
,

v
Permutas uram j mq i i m m ta tu s a or e
Posse negas vim i superare paras
c a ue rr

,
et v
A di p p i
cc e s m l mq
ro or , mpi
o e u e , e t s a xe a ru s
Pectora fiq caro quod fuit arte lapis
t ue
E lacerum ardentia tandem
.
, ,

n C l q ae o s ue t u os
Fragmenta liquidas ex adamante genas
et
S i oli m petras p l q m
, .

c d un a n te s u e vo e nte s

Curasti O populi p i d usque tui

, s co u os

Quam miranda tibi manus est M i d i

, rov us
or e n o, r e v xi
E f
t jam sum di i inter opes
r a ct a s t or .

M i d ni g ht
W H N to my eyes
E
Whilst deep sleep others catches ,

Thine host of spies ,

The star shine in their watch s

s,
,

e ,

60
 App ndi xe of I ll u tra ti v P
s e oe ms
Hangin g all torn she sees and in His woes
And pains her pangs and throes ,

E ach wound of His from every part

,

Are more at home in her one heart ,

.
,

What kind of ma ble then r

1 that cold man

5
Who can look on and see
Nor keep such noble sorrows company ? ,

S ure even from you

( My fli ) some drops are due
nt s
To see so ma y unkind swords contest
n
,

S fast for one soft breast

o
While with a faithful m u ual flood t
Her eyes bleed tears His wounds ween blood ,

,
,

0 costly intercourse
O f deaths and worse
Divided loves while S and mother
,

on
Discourse alternate wounds to one another ,

Quick deaths that grow ,

And gather as they come and g

His nails write swords in her which soon her heart
, o

Pays back with more than their own smart ,

Her swords still growing with His pain ,

Turn spears and straight come home again

,

,
,
.

S h sees her S
e her God on ,
Bow with a load ,

Ofb wd sins and swim

o rr o
’

I woes that were not made for Him

n
Ah ! hard command
.

O f lov here must she stand

e,
Charged to look on and with a steadfast ,

S her life die

ee
,

Leaving her only so much breath

As serves to keep alive her de th a .

0 mother t rtle dove u

S oft sour e of love
-

c
That these dry lids might borro w
62
 App nd ix
e of I ll u tr a t i v P o m s e e s

S omething from thy full seas of sorrow

O in that breast
O f thine ( the noblest est n

Both of Love s fires and floods) mi ght I re line

’
c

This hard old heart of mine c

The chill lump would relent and prove,

S oft subject for the siege of Love

,

0 tea h those wo nds to bleed

c u
In me me so to read
This book of love thus writ ,

I n lines of death my life may copy it ,

With loyal ares ,

0 let me here clai m shares

.

Yield somethin g to thy sad prerogative

, , ,

( Great queen of griefs l ) d give an

Me too my tears who though all stone ,

Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone , ,

[Y ea let my life and me

Fix here with thee
,

And at the humble foot ,

O f this fair Tree take our l root e t e r na

That so we may
.
,

At least be in Love s way ’

And in these chaste wars while the wi g d wounds n

’

S fast twixt Him and thee

,
’

My breast may catch the kiss of some kind dart

o ,

Though as at se ond hand from either heart

c ,
.
,

0 you your own best darts

Dear doleful he rts
,

a
,

Hail and strike home and make me see

,

That wounded bosom their own weapons be ,

Come wounds come darts I

s .

N i l d hands I and pierced hearts

a
’

Come your whole selves S orrow s great S and ’

on
mother ,

Nor grudge a younger brother

O f griefs his portion who ( had all their due )
O ne single wound should not have left for you ]
,

63
 A pp ndi x e of I ll u trati v P s e oe ms

hall I in sins set there

S
deep a share
So
( Dear wounds ) and only now
,

I n sorrows draw no dividend with you ,

0 be more wise
If not more just mine eyes ,

Flow tardy founts and into de ent howers ,

c
Dissolve my days and hours
, s

And if thou yet ( faint soul defer

.

To bleed with Him fail not to weep with her

, .

Lend O lend some relief

At least an alms of grief
, ;

To a heart who by sad ri ght of sin ,

Could prove the whole sum ( too sure ) due to

By all those stin gs
O f Love sweet bitter things
Which these torn hands transcribed on thy true
-
, ,

heart
0 teach mine too the art
;

To study thee so till we m ,

,
ix
Wounds and become one rucifix
,
,

c .

0 let me suck the wine

S lon g of this chaste Vine
o
Till drunk of the dear wounds I be ,

A lost thing to the world as it to me ,

O faithful friend
, .

O f me and of my end
,

Let my life end in love and lie beneath ,

Thy dear lost vital death ;

Lo heart thy hope s whole plea her precious breath

.

d out in prayers for thee in thy Lord s death

, , ,
’ ’
Po ur .

Tu rn hu ll 6 ° Sp ea r s , P r i nter s , E d i nhu rg h .
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N i cho a s l B re ton
( 1 5 58 -
1 6 26 )
Thou tha t wou l ds t/i n d the ha hi t of t r u e p ass i on ,

A n d s ee a m i n d a t t i r ed i n p erfect s tr a i n s
L ook h er e on B r eton
'
s wor k .
—B E N JN NO SO .

G e o r ge i ther

W
( 1 5 88
-
1 66 7 )
The p r a i ses of poet ry ha ve heen often s u ng i n a nci ent a n d i n

W
moder n t i mes s tr a nge power s ha ve heen a s cr i he d to i t of i nfluen ce
ov er a n i ma te a nd i n a n i ma te a u d i tor s ; i ts f or ce over fas ci na ted

W
cr owds h a s heen acknowl edged ; hu t hejfor e
o e i the r n o on e ever
cel ehr a ted i ts p ower a t h m , t h e wea l th a n d t h e s t rength wh i ch
t h i s d i vi ne gi ft conf e r s up on i t s p oss es s or Fa me , a n d tha t too
.
,

af t er dea th wa s a l l wh i ch h i th er to the p oets ha d p r omi s ed them

,

s el ves f r om t h i s a r t. It s eems t o h a ve heen l eft to i ther t o

di s cover t ha t poet ry wa s a p r es en t poss ess i on a s wel l as
r ever s i on , a n d t h a t th e Mu se h a s a p r omi s e a hoth l i ves ,
,

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to v rflowing with joyous abandonm nt and sw t
o e e ee
h perfume of many fl owers cull d in dista t
,

i
gg
t e n
;s
, e
e
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.

e e e e n t e
p litical arena non h less a poet of deep and
o
,

is e t e
purest feeling To be sure his best and e rlier work
,

a
has l l of that delightful xtravagance and morous
.
,
a e a
colouring peculiar to the age But there is reflected a
homely dignity and mobile feli itous vein in which
.

th e poet seems endowed with every attribute of a ,

melodist E xquisite graceful and diverse he at times

would soar to flights of highest inspiration and bedeck
, ,
.
,

the page with gems of rarest worth I n the h p e ta

syll abic couplet he decidedly successful
.

15
And lastly William Browne than whom we hav
.

e
not a mor modest and retiring singer here makes his
e
,

b w wi h a slender portfolio of excerpts Whatever ,

o t
lse may transpire it is certain that labour such as his
.

e
bears the assurance of unsullied happiness and over
fl w gj y1n It is quaint simple unassumin g wi th
o
out fl i full ofpathos d gently sensit ve H
o , ,
'

a ec t a t on, an e
was a man who knew no guile and his sweet and
i .

ar t
less nature is faithfully portrayed in the outpourings ,

of an impressionable poetic soul To dance wi th

rustic maidens on the lea ; to sing by moonli ght to
.
,

the piper s strain to be happy always happy such is

’

the theme delicate and refined of these our half , ,

forgotten poets , ,

W B KE MP L IN G
.

. . .
N i ch o l a s B re t o n

A S we e t P as t o ra l
G Muse rock me asleep
OO D
With some sweet harmony
,

The weary eye is not to keep

Thy wary ompany c .

S weet Love begone awhile

Thou knowest my h aviness
,

e
,

Beauty is born but to beguil e

My heart of happiness .

See how my little fl ock

That loved to feed on high ,

Do headlon g tumble down the r ck ,

o
And in the valley die .
,

The bushes and the trees

That were so fresh and green
Do all their dainty colour lees e,
,

And not a leaf is seen .

The blackbird and the thrush

That made the woods to ring ,

With all the rest are now at hush ,

A d not a note they sing

, ,

n .

S we t Philomel the bird

e
That b h the heavenly throat
at
,

Doth now alas not once afford ,

Recording of a note .

7
 N ich la Br t n
o s e o

Th e flo wers have had a frost

E a h h erb hath lost her savour
,

A d Phyllida the fair hath lost

c

n
The comfort of her favour .

Now all these careful sights

S kill me in conceit
That how to hope upon delights
o ,

It is but mere deceit .

And therefore my sweet Muse

Thou k w what help is best
no
,
’
st
,

Do now thy heavenly unning use c

To set my heart at rest

And in a dream bewray
What fate shall be my friend
Whether my life shall still decay
O when my sorrow end
,

r .

A gl a i a a P as t o ral
Y theANbeauty
S LV
Of
Muses can ye sing
of the pring ,

S ?
Have ye een on earth that sun
That a heavenly ourse hath run ?
s

Have ye lived to see those eyes

c

Where the pride of beauty lies ?

Have ye heard that heavenly voice
That may make Love s heart rejoice ’

Have ye seen Aglaia she

Whom the world may joy to see ? ,

I f ye have not seen all these

Then ye do but labour leese ,

While ye tune your pipes to play

But an idle roundelay
And in sad Discom fort s den ’

E veryone g bite her pen

That she cannot reach the skill
o

8
 N i ch la B r t n o s e o

Call the sylvan nymphs together

Bid them bring their musicks hither ,

Trees their barky silence break

Crack yet though they cannot sp ak ,

Bid h purest whitest swan

, e .

t e
O f her feathers make her fan
,

Let the hound the hare go chase

Lambs and rabbits run at base
Flies be d ncin g in the sun
While the silk worm s webs are spun
a ,
’

Han g a fish on every hook

-

As she goes alon g the brook

S with all your sweetest pow rs
o
E ntertain her in your bowers
e

Where her ear may joy to hear

How ye make your sweetest quire
And in all your sweetest vein
S till Aglaia strike her strain
But when she her walk doth turn
Then begin as fast to m ourn ,

All your flowers and garlands wither

Put up all your pipes together ,

Never strike a pleasing strain

Till h come abroad again
s e .

P h y ll i d a a n d C o ryd o n
I N h merry month of May
t e
In a m m by break of day
o
,

With a tr p of dam els playing

00
,

Forth I rode forsooth m aying

s

a-
When anon by a wood ide , , ,

Where as May was in his pride

s ,

I espied all alone ,

Phyllida and Corydon

, ,

Much ado there was God wot

He would love and she would not ,
,

10
 N ich la Br t n o s e o

Sh e said n ver m was truee an

He says none was false to you
,

He said he had loved her long

, .

S h says Love should have no wrong

,

e , .

Corydon would kiss her then

S h says maids must kiss no men
,
e
Till they do for good and all
, ,

Then she made the shepherd call

.

All the heavens to witness truth

Never loved a truer youth ,

Thus with many a pretty oath

.

Y e a,and nay and faith and troth ,

S u h as silly shepherds use

,

c
When they will not love abuse
Love which had been long deluded
Was with kisses sweet concluded
, ,

And Phyllida with garlands gay

Was mad the lady of the M y
e
,

a .
,

A s t r oph e l s S o n g o f
’

P hy ll i d a a n d C o ryd o n
F A I R in a morn ( fairest morn )O I,
Was never orn so fair m
There shone a sun though not h sun ,

t e
That shineth in the air ,

For the earth and from the earth

.

( Was never su h a reature

, ,
c

Did come this face (was never face

c

That carried such a feature )

Upon a h ill ( 0 blessed hi l l
.

Was never hill so bless ed )

There stood a man ( was never man ,

For woman so distressed)

This man beheld a heavenly view
Which did such v rtu g v i e i e
,

I 1
 N ich la Bret
o s on

As clears the blind and helps the lam e,

And makes the dead man live
,

This man had hap ( 0 happy man 1

.

More happy none than he )

For he had hap to see the hap
That none had hap to see
This silly swain ( and s i lly swains
.

Are men of meanest grace )

Had yet the gra e ( O gracious gift I)
To hap on such a face
c

He pity cried and pity came

.

And pitied so his pain

,

As dyin g would not let him di ,

But gave h im life again

e

For joy whereof he made such mir h

.

t
As all the woods did ring
And Pan with all his swains cam forth e
To hear the shepherd sing
But su h a son g sung never was
Nor hall be sung again
c ,

O f Phyllida the shepherds queen

s ,
’

And Corydon the swain ,

Fair Phyllis is the shepherds queen

.

( Was never su h a queen as she )

,

And Corydon her only swain

c ,

( Was never su h a swain as he )

Fair Phyllis hath the fairest face
c

That ever eye did yet behold

And Corydon the faith
c ons t a nt s t
’
,

That ever yet kept flock in fold

S weet Phyllis is the sweetest sweet
That ever yet the ear h did yield
t
And Corydon the kindest swain ,

That ever yet kept lambs in field

S weet Philomel is Phyllis bird
.

Though Corydon be he that ,

her
And Corydon doth hear her sing
,

Though Phyllida be she that taught her ,

Poor Corydon doth keep the fields

Though Phyllida be h that owes them
s e ,

12
 W
W o
N ich la Br t n
o
o

Who would not this face admire ?

h would not this saint adore ?
h would not this sight desire
Though h thought to no mor
e
s e o

s ee
,

e ?

0 fair eyes yet let me see

O
,
good look and I am gon
ne
, ,

e
Look on me for I am he ,

Thy poor silly Cory don , ,

Thou that art the shepherds que n ’

e
Look upon thy silly swain ,

By thy comfort have been se n e

Dead men brought to life again .

C o rydo n s
’
S upp l i c a t i o n

S
W P hy ll i s
Phyllis if a silly swain
E ET
May sue to thee for grace
not thy loving shepherd slain
ee
,

With looking on thy face

But think what power th ou hast got
Upon my flock and me
Thou seest they now regard me not
But all do follow thee ,

And if I have so far presumed

.

With prying in thine eyes ,

Y let not comfort be consumed

et
,

That in thy pity lies

But as thou art that Phyllis fair
That fortune favour gives ,

8 let not love die in despair

,

0
That in thy favour lives
The deer do browse upon h briar
.

t e
The birds do pick the cherries ,

A d will not Beauty grant Desir

n e
O handful of her berries ?
ne
14
 N ich la Br t
o s e on

I f it b so that thou hast sw rn

e o
That non shall look on thee
e
Yet let me know thou dost not scorn ,

To cast a look on me
But if thy beauty make thee proud
.

Think then what is d i d or a n

’
,

The heavens have never yet ll wd a o

’

That love should be di d i d s a n

’

Then lest the fates that favour love

.

S hould curse thee for unkind

Let me report for thy behoof ,

The honour of thy mind ,

Let Corydon with full consent

Set down what he hath seen
That Phyllida with Love s content ’
,

Is s worn the shepherds qu ’

ee n .

R p r t S n g in a D r am
e o o e ,

b tw n a s h ph r d a n d
e ee e e

h i s n y mph
S H LLA we go dance hay ? Thth e e hay
Never pipe could ever play
Better shepherd s round lay
’
e .

S hall we go sing the song ? Th e s on 2

Never Love did ever wrong g

Fair maids hold hands l l along

.

, a .

S hall we go learn to woo ?

Never thought came ever to[o]
Better deed could better do .

S hall we go learn to kiss ? T hi s s ?

Never heart could ever miss
o

Comfort where true m m g ea n 15 .

IS
 N ich la Br t o s e on

Thus at base they run Th y e r u n,

When the sport was scarc b gun ,

e e
But I waked and l l was don,
a e .

A n o th e r o f the Sa me
S AYthat I should say I love y e,
Would you say tis but a saying ?
’

But if Lov in prayers move ye

e
Will ye not be moved wi h praying ? t
,

Thi k I thi k that Lov e should know y

n n e,
Will you think tis but a thinking ?
’

But if Love the thought do show ye

Will ye loose your eyes with wink ing ? ,

Write that I do write you blessed

Will you write tis but a writin g ?
’
,

But if Truth and Love confess it

Will ye doubt the rue inditing ? t
,

No I say and think and write it

Write and think and say your pl asur
, , , ,
e e
Love and truth and I indite it
, ,

You are bless ed out of meas e

, , ,

ur .

A S h e ph e rd s D re am ’

A shepherd lately sat

SILL Y
Among a flock of sh ep e
Where musing long on this and that
At last he fell asleep ,

And in the slumber as he lay

.

He gave a piteous groan ,

He thought his sheep were away run

And h was left alon
e e.
,

16
 N ich la Br t o s e on

’
Tis a subtle kind or spirit
O f a venom kind of na ure t
That can like a coney ferret
-
,

Creep unawares upon a creatur

-
, ,
e .

Never eye that can behold it

Though it worketh first by seeing ,

Nor con eit that unfold it

c can
Though in thoughts be all its b ing ,

e .

Oh it maketh old men witty

Youn g men wanton women idle ,

While th t patience weeps for pity

a
, ,

Reason b not nature s bridle1t e

’
,

What it is in conjecture
S eeking much but nothing fi ding
,
n
Like to fancy s architecture ’
,

With illusions reason blinding .

Y et can beauty so retain it

I n the profit of her service
, ,

That she losely can maintain it ,

For her servant chief on office ?

c

I her eye h chiefly breeds it

n s e
I n her cheeks she chiefly hide it s
I n her servant s faith she feeds it ’

While his only h art abides it e .

,

A S w e e t C o n t e n t i o n b e tw e e n
L o v e h l S M i s t r e ss a n d
, ,

B e a uty
L and my mistress were at strife
O VE
Who had the greatest power on me
Betwixt them both oh what a life
Nay what a death is this to b
,
, ,

e
18
 N ich ola Br t s e on

Sh e said she did it wi th her y e e

He said he did it with his dart
,

Betwixt them both ( a silly wretch

,

’
Tis I that have the wounded heart .

Sh said she only spake the word

e
That did enchant my peering sense
,

He said he only gave the sound

That ,

d heart without defenc

e nt e r
’
e .

S h said her beauty was the mark

That did amaze the hi ghest mind
e ,

He said he only made the mist

Whereby the senses g ew so blind
,

r .

Sh said that only for her sake

e
The best would venture life and limb
, ,

He said she w too much d i d as e ce v

’

They h ,

d her because of him

on o ur
’
.

Long while las she would not yield

a
But it was she that l d the roast
, ,
ru
’
,

Until by proof she did confess

I f he were gone her joy was lost
,

,
,

And then she cried O h dainty love

I now do find it is for thee , , ,

That I am l d and h ov d both

’
on o u r
,
’

And thou hast power to conquer me ,

.

But when I heard her yield to love

Oh
,
how my heart did leap for joy ,

That now I had some little hope

To have an end to mine annoy !
But as too soon before the fi eld
The trumpets sound the overthrow
, ,

S all too soon I j y d too much

,
’
o
For I awaked and nothing saw
o ,
1
.
,

lli rea 1 E s ds s o.

I9
 N ich la Bret n
o s o

F H lov is only folly

O O L IS e
Wanton love is unholy t oo
Gr edy love is covetous
e
I dle love is frivolous
But the gracious love is it

W
That doth prov h work f e t e o

B uty but d ceiv s h y

ea e e t e e e ;
Flattery leads h awry t e ear
Weal th doth but ench nt h wit ; a t e
Want the overthrow of it
hile in Wisdom s worthy grace
,
’

Virtu sees the sw etest face

e e .
,

There hath Love found out his lif

Peace without all thou ght of stri
e,
fe
Kindness in Discretion s care ’

Truth that clearly doth declare

Faith doth in true fan y prov
,

c e,
Lust the excrements of Love .

Then in faith may fancy s ee

How my love may d b c ons tru

’
e
How it grows and what it se ks
.

e
How it lives and what it likes
S in highest grac regard it
o e
O in lowest scorn discard it
,
r .

The P as s i ona te S hep her d .

T H eyes that hold the hand of ev ry heart

O SE e
That hand that holds the heart of very y e e
,

That wi that g s beyond all Nature s art

e,
’
t oe
Th sense too deep for Wisdom to des ry
,

e
That eye that hand that wit that heavenly sens
c

Doth show my only mistress xcellenc

, , , e
’
e e .

go
 N ich la Bret o s on

A S w e e t L u ll a by
C M little babe come silly soul
O E,
Thy f h shame thy mother s grief
at e1 s
’
, ,
’
,

Born as I doubt to all our dole , ,

And to thyself unhappy chief ,

S in g lullaby and lap it warm

:

Poor l that thinks no creature harm

s ou
,

Thou little h i k and less dost know

t n s t,
The cause of this thy mother s moan ’

Thou w the wit to wail her woe

a nt s t
’

And I myself am all alone ,

Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail

And k w not yet what thou dost ail ?
no
’
st
,

Come little wretch Ah silly heart

Mine only joy what can I more ?
, ,

If there be any wron g thy smart

,

That may the destinies i m plore ,

Twas I I say against my will

’
,

I wail the time but be thou still

, ,

, .

And dost thou smile O thy sweet face

Would God Himself He mi ght thee see !
No doubt thou wouldst soon pur hase grace c

I know right well for thee and me ,

But ome to mother babe and play , ,

For father false is fled away

c , , ,
.

S weet boy if it by fortune chance

Thy father home a gain to send
,

If Death do strike me with his lance ,

Yet may st thou me to him commend

’

I f any ask thy mother s name ’

Tell how by love she purchased blame ,

22
 N ich la B r t n
o s e o

Th n will his gentle heart soon yield

e
I know him of a noble mind
Although a lion in the field
A lamb in town thou shalt him find ,

Ask blessing babe be not af id 1 ra

His g d words hath me b y d
su ar
’
, ,

e tr a
’
.

Then may st thou joy and be ri ght glad

’

Although in woe I seem to moan ,

Thy father is no rascal lad

A noble youth of blood and bon e,
His glancing looks if he once smil e,
Right honest women may beguile,

Come little boy and rock sleep I a-

S in g lullaby and be thou still I
, ,

I that can do naught else but weep

,

Will sit by thee and wail my fil l

, ,

God bless my babe and lullaby

From this thy father s quality,
’
.
,

23
 G e o rge W i t h er
P r e l ud e
( Fr m Th S h h d H u nt i ng)
’
o e ep er s

S E E ST thou not in clear t days es

O ft thick fogs cloud Heaven s rays ?
,
’
,

And that vapours which do breathe

From the E arth s gross womb beneath
’

S eem unto us with black steams

,

To pollute the S un s bright beams’

And vanish into air

et
,

m g it unblemished fair ?
,
L e av
S my Willy shall it be
o,
With Detraction s breath on thee
,
’

I t shall never rise so high

As to stain thy poesy
As that sun doth oft e xhale
.

Vapours from each rotten vale

Poesy so sometime drains ,

Gross conceits from muddy brains

Mists of envy fogs of spite
’
Twi xt men s judgments and her light
’
, ,

But so much her power may do

That she can dissolve them too ,

I f thy verse do bravely tower

.

As she makes wing she gets power ,

Y the higher she doth soar

et
S he s a ffronted still the more
,
’

Till she to the highest hath past ,

Then she rests with Fame at last

Let nought therefore thee affri ght
.

But make forward in thy flight

, ,

24
 Geo rge With e r
To her presence be a grace
And the bla kest discontents ,

To be pleasing ornam ents

c

In my former days of bliss

.

Her divi ne skill taught m this

That from everything I saw
e ,

I could som e invention draw

And raise pleasure to her hei ght ,

Through the meanest object s sight ’

By the murm ur of a spring

O the least bou gh s rustling
,
’
r

By a daisy whose leaves spread

S hut when Titan goes to bed
, ,

O a shady bush or tree

r
S h could more infuse in me
e
Than all Nature s beauties can ’
,

I n so m e other wiser man

By her help I al o now
.

Make this hurlish pla e allow

s

c c
S ome thin gs that may sweeten gladness
In the very gall of sadness
The dull lonenes the black shade
That these hanging vaults have made
s,

The stran ge musi of the waves

Beatin g on these hollow caves ;
c
‘

This black den which rocks emboss

O ver grown with eldest m o s
The rude portals that give light
s

More to terror than delight

This my chamber of neglect
Walled about wi h disrespect t
,

From all these and this dull air

A fit object for despair , ,

Sh hath taught me by her might

,

To draw comfort and delight

e , ,

Therefore thou best earthly bliss

.

I wi l l cherish thee for this

, ,

Poesy thou w content

.

’
e et s t
That e er Heaven to mortals lent
, s
’

Though they as a trifle leave the e

Whose dul l thoughts cannot conceiv the e e,
26
 Ge orge With e r
Though thou be to them a scorn
That to nought but earth are born
Let my life no lon ger be ,

Than I am in love with thee

Though our wise ones call thee madness
.

Let me never taste of gladness ,

If I love not thy m addest fits ,

More than all their greatest wits

And though some too seeming holy
.

Do account thy raptures folly

, ,

Thou dost teach me to contemn ,

What makes knaves and fools of them .

W A P o e t s H o me ’

T pretty rills do meet and meeting make

O
Within one valley a large silver lake ,

About whose banks the fertile mountains stood

I n ages passed bravely crowned with wood
Which lending cold sweet shadows gave it grac ,

e
To be accounted Cynthia s bathing place
-

And from her father Neptune s bra kish court

-

Fair Thetis thither often would resort

c ,

Attended by the fishes of the sea ,

Which in those sweeter waters came to plea ,

There would the daughter of the S God dive

.

A d thither came the Land Nymphs every eve

ea ,
n
To wait upon her bri n ging for her brows
:
Rich garlands of sweet flowers and beechy boughs
For pleasant was that pool and near it then
.

Was neither rotten marsh nor boggy fen ,

I t was nor overgrown with boisterous sedge ,

Nor grew there rudely then alon g the edge ,

A bending willow nor a pri kly bush

Nor broad leaved flag nor reed nor knotty rush
, c ,

But here well ordered was a grove with bowers

-
.
, ,

There grassy plots set round about with flowers

-
,

Here you might through the water see the land

.

App a strowed with white or yellow sand

e r, o er
’

27
 Geo rge W i th e r
Y on d ep r was it and the wind by whi ffs
e e
Would make it rise and wash the little l i fi ,
c
‘
s
O which oft pluming sat unfrighted than
n
The gaggling wild goose and the snow whit swan
, ,

e
With all those flocks of fowls which to this day
- -
,

Upon those quiet waters breed and play ,

For though those excellences wanting be

.

Which once it had it is the same that we

By transposition name the Ford of Arle ,

And out of whi h along a chalky marle ,

That ri ver trills whose waters wash the fort

c , ,

I n which brave Arthur kept his royal ourt c

North east not far from this great pool ther lies
.

e
A tract of beechy mountains that arise
-
, ,

With leisurely ascending to su h height ,

c
,

As from their m the warlike I sle of Wight

to
,

You in the o ean s bosom may espy ’

Thou gh near two furlon gs then e it lie

c ,

The pleasant way as up those hills you climb

c .

I s strewed o er with marjoram and thyme

’
, ,

Which g ows unset The hedgerows do not want ,

The owslip violet primrose nor a plant

r .

That freshly scents as bir h both green and tall

c , , ,

Low sallows on whose bloomin g bees do fall

c ,

Fair woodbines which about the hedges twine

,

S mooth privet and the sharp sweet eglantine

,

With many moe whose leaves and blossoms fair

-
, ,

The earth adorn and oft perfume the air .

When you unto the highest do attain

An intermixture both of wo d and plain o
You shall behold which though aloft it lie
Hath downs for sheep and fields for husbandry
, , ,

S much at least as little needeth more

,

I f not enough to merchandise their store

o , , ,

I n very row hath nature planted there

e
S om banquet for the hun gry p ssenger a
For here the hazel nut and fil b grows
e .

er t
Ther b l l i and a little farther sloes
-
,

O this hand stand eth a fair w i l di g tree

e u ce , , ,
.

n e n
O that large thickets of blackberries be
-
,

n .

28
 Geo rge Wi t h e r

Rh o mb o i d a l D i rge .

W
I AH m e
w
Am t h e s
t l te rero eorrow i reea n

t i to
Th a

e
a f m s
rt
o e
f
i
D i d a l l t h e ca s o n a h d s d a n ?
ll er i e
Plt I e owl it ive r i o o el loveio ee rett e t e will
ay d
A nd s un u ch d , a s a t s m s a f
h t h e b u n ng c a s o f
ga m ’ s ,
a n d b a u y s fla m s ?
,

ro t o e I e e ve l ri tre i t eli vrei o ti ll

’ ’
as c u d d a nd s u nd
, a ch p as s n s s c d p h at ?
And f m h s h u g o e r wh e l m i ngs s , b y h p o f as n s
’
?

S o s u nk h a
Th n
t
,

I
An d a m no w 0 h a ns fo r y ng h s i n a n,
t ll
e let tre i irt t orrow
sh a ever
n r i
s etr i i
a ga n ?

o e
’
d s p a s et s

I i ll i
For s a ns h a d fu b e ;
A nd w s ng,
l l s s ng,

A h me !

o t
B u t wh y ,
0 fa a
t o tm ,
o l t
tr i i e t t I
,
o
Sh u d p
b ut a h
er i
D s h u c ns a n h a
l
Ii te ort we ilero e o te t er tel weete
s h i n my y u h s s
a go ,
’

(y o u c u
o t
p m P
p
weet
s !)
ri e
owert ower
or pp d c n n m n s s
erve e t l e i re t
’
In s p of f un , c s fl s .

ny m p h
Th at ever w o eeteloveer e rt wo l or e e i ever
A nd y e t u n s c ned , s
wa s b
a g n
d of ma n
t h e fa
y s d id
,
s, sh e ,
s ee !
tre
Yet I w oori I l oret eri e t re
Yea , o ne h s
, p
nd h a
mus p
u d ru e for my d s
sh n e er t h e l e s s
ss ;
'
.

And ( h ch mu ch m
o I e ter
a u gm n s my c a
Unm a n ed mus di e ,
)

K ow
And n o m a n
’

n wh y .

i l e ve

W
Th y

Y et tM
e ere
y d y ng s ng,
r
a

i o,

re ve
re
ak ,
t w i
g ef b e a
I e jo l o

W
Tell t o t t i r t i o re er
T

H love
h e b a h h ch

ove m li e
h u h a fa o n e h s
n y t oo n g,
my s u p f s
t t I l i e er
et m ver t oever t ore w i l tre eremr i e eerer
’

An d llove
er
hi
ab
b e , for
y
m
f ; a nd h a
, t o h er
d d h s
m m b a nc d a ,

w rewell t o e rt
y h u gh o f h e r h s he a n ed h
ho d th e
A nd n o
h
fa
nc b a h d the s
l
ere o i eeI re t ewo te weo te ort e e rt
! h u p ac o f m y u nh a p py b i
e s a ir o n a h
h,
.

m tr t e e i ve
S nc m e m y n d ys f s a k , j
A nd a l l y us d c
O f al l
M le ve
ak

y
I
a
t
.
e
30
 G eorge With er
F rewell
weet rove a

ill t t lie velet wellie

S g s , t o you !
1

You h s , h a h gh s d ;

M er o
w
You
A nd a ll y ou h u mb
to i
an
o n broo k s , a nd s
a s , ad u
o
a yl i t rte
ck s , ro er o
D
we ll d
i e t
t h e fa
o e l e i
y d a c m p a n n s a ll ! a nd y ou , m y

el i te o ie o te t irewt o e ee t tover ee l o rt pl i
m y p p , a nd a l l h s p as ng s ngs , h s m
nym p h s h a d a nc
o nd
w o
fl ck s !
e
ng s
u p n th e
ov i tr i
a ns
!
gh nc s a ns

H ve w i t o t i t
d a d y s ma
You d s c n n s ,
ro
h s d p an d
e t e t e rt
-

i T tet err t wever

a ,

S gh s ,
h u p y b k t h e ru s h a
a s a nd ,
,

i t we
y s a d a nn y ,
h me d ll o .

ha s d id
ot
Farewell
A nd al l h er
!
jo
ys ,
,

F r e
A ! i e r d
e u
e
A or
ai

o r r
s h p h e d ss s
l i t
L e t ga a nd s o f s a d ye
o l e w
tre e
M e
I,
t t
i
ha ove
d n y u da n y g d n
l t t e i
d y ou , a n d
l te f n
oo te
ss s
w
h my q u ,
t i i t rove
.

i ll i ll
I w wito olove r t er wivot r weet
.
ad
h m you
mus c h a d gh d f u n a n, g
d s o a nd , h a s
wo
, a nd h
a nd c h a s
l
;
mb a c
vo te
e e
to r
r e
e ,

Ye a,
I w tever
no m us le ve i e lever
h a t h us a nd a h
a
fa u s ,
yo u al l a n , o e ofi love i l
u d uc h s a f
t o p a in
g ac ,

I t t ereeverore ore I o e
And n
mus for
p p , n or n
m, ,
s ng a ga n
be g n ;
An d h
ever
A ie
A nd
f

d u!
b i d y ou ,
y o ne ,

I I eel

W
d ie !

t t i orror
r
’

e
D ea h s h r w i
For , o h ! f
s d a
t i
re ree
ng n gh ,
l
i M o e le
er e t y h pe rt
e v e
ss h a
we i ,i r i
And a ll h s f a m o f na u

t of re
d s p a ng o f l ief
e t rief
,
.

i t r t e tor r
S nks u nd n a h t h e h a y
l e
All Mo orti i e e el ite to vee eit t ever i ero
h ch h a h s o u h ss
c mf c om s
n, s o
gh
tort
a ck d , s o
ha
re ever
s a dd s
u d
g

cu r d
vei
y
;
n,
to o a a gai n .

A eeri e ill e otl ewe tie e row

y s w m m ng h a d b g ns t o d a nc d a h s g d d y
o o
'

u nd ;
s h udd ng c h n ss d h a c h s ns c nf un d

A i e t
B nu mb d i s m y c o d s a ng b
d m n s s s h u s my e ye .

IAnd no w, o h I now,
d ie !
ro F m Fa i r e Vi r t ue .

31
 G eo rge With e r
S ong
L R Y gallants I tell m this
O DL e

( Though my safe content you weigh not )

I n your greatness what one bliss ,

Have you gained that I enjoy not ?

,

You have honour you have wealth

,

s,

I have peace and I have health

All the day I merry make
,

And at night no car I take e

,

Bound to none my fortunes be

This or that man s fall I fear not
’
,

Him I love that loveth me

For the rest a pin I care not ,

Y ou are sad when others haff

.

A d grow me ry as they laugh

c ,

n r
I that hate it and m free
Laugh and weep as pleaseth me
, a ,

You may boast of favours shown

Where your servi e is applied c
,

But my pleasures are mine own

And to no man s humour tied
’
,

You oft flatter sooth and feig

.

n
I such baseness do disdain
, ,

A d to non be slave I would

n e
Though my fetters might b gold e
,

By great titles some believe

Highest hono rs are attained
, ,

And yet kings have power to give

u

To their fools what these have gained

Where they favour there they may
, .

All their names of honour lay

But I look not raised to be
’
Till mine w wing carry me
o n
,

S eek to raise your titles higher

They are toys not worth my sorrow
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Though of dainties you have store
To delight a hoi er palate ,

Y et your taste is pleased no m ore

c c ,

Than is m ine in one poor sallet

You to please your senses feed
.

But I eat good blood to breed

And am most deli ghted then
When I spend it like a m an .

Though you lord it over me

You in vain thereof have braved ,

For those lusts my servants be

Whereunto your minds are slaved
To yourselves you wise appear
.

But alas deceived you are ,

You do fooli h me e teem

,

And are that which I do seem

s s ,
.

When your faults I open lay

You are m oved and mad with vexing ,

But you ne er could do or say

’
,

Aught to drive me to perplexing

Therefore my d pi éd power
.

es
Greater is by far than your
, s

And whate er you think of me

, , .

In your minds you poorer be

,

.
,

You are pleas ed more or less

As men well or ill report you
, ,

And show discontentedness

When the ti m es forbear to court you ,

That m whi h my pleasures be

.

N man can divide from me

c ,

0
And my care it adds not to
Whatso others say or do .
,

Be not proud because you view

You by thousand are attended
,

For alas it is not you

s

But your fortune that s befriended

, ,
’
.

34
 G eo rge W i th e r
Where I show of love have got
S uch a danger fear I not
,

ince th ey nought can seek of m

S e,
But for lov beloved to b e, e.

When your hearts have everything

Y ou are pleasantly disposed ,

But I can both lau gh and sing

Though my foes have me enclosed ,

Yea when dangers me do hem

.

I delight in scorning them

, ,

More than you in your reno wn ,

O a king can in his cro wn

,
r .

You do bravely domineer

Whilst the sun upon you shineth ,

Y et if any storm appear

Basely then your mind declineth
, ,

But or shine or rain or blow

, , .

I my resolutions know
, , , ,

Living dying thrall or free

At one height my mind shall b
, , , ,

e .

When in thraldom I have lain

Me not worth your thought you prized ,

But your malice was in vain

For your favours I despised ,

And howe er you value me

.

I with praise shall thought on be

, ,

When the world esteems you not

And your names shall be forgot .

I these thou hts my riches are

n
Now thoug poor or mean y deem ou
I am pleased and do not care
,

How the times or y esteem me ,

ou

For those toys that make you gay

.

Are but play games for a day

And when nature raves her due
-

1 as brave shall be as you

,
.

35
 Ge o rge With e r

S ong
SH A I wasting in despair
LL
Die because a woman s fair ?
,
’
,

O make pale my heek with care

,

Cause another s rosy are ?

r c s
’ ’

Be she fairer than the day

O the fl w y meads in May
,
’
r o r
I f she be not so to me
What care I how fair she be ,

S hould my heart be grieved or pined

Cause I see a wom an kind ?
’

O a well dispos ed nature

Join ed with a lovely reature
-
r

Be she meeker kinder than

c

Turtle dove or pelican ,

:

If she be not so to me
-

What care I how kind she be ,

S hall a woman s virtues move

’

Me to perish for her love ?

O r,her well deserving known
Make me quite forget mine own
-
,
?

Be she with that goodness blest

Which may gain her name of best
If she be not such to me
What care I how good she be ,

’
Cause her fortune seems too high
S hall I play the fool and die ?
,

Those that bear a noble mind

Where they want or riches find ,

Think what with them they would do ,

That without them dare to woo

And unless that mind I see
.

What care I hough great she be t

,

36
 G e o rge With e r

A Ch r i s t mas C ar o l
SO now is come our joyful feast
Let every man be jolly ,

E ach room with i y leaves is drest

v
And every post with holly ,

Though some churls at our mirth repin

.

e,
Round your foreheads garlands twine
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine ,

And let us all be merry .

,

Now l l our neighbours h im i smoke

a
’
c n es
And Christmas blocks are burning ,

Their ovens they with baked meats choke

And all their spits are turning ,

Without the door let sorrow lie

.

And if for old it hap to die

c
,

We ll bury it in a Christmas pie

’
,

And evermore be merry .

Now every lad is wondrous trim

And no man minds his labour ,

Our lasses have provided them

A bagpipe and a tabour
You g men and maids and girls d
.

n an
Give life to one another s joys ,
’

And you anon shall by their noise

Perceiv that they are merry
e .

Rank misers now do sparing shun

Their hall of musi soundeth ,

And dogs thence with whole shoulders

c

run,
S all things there aboundeth
The country folk themselves advan e
o .

c
For Crowdy Mutton s come out of France
-
,
’

And Jack shall pipe and j ill shall dance

-

And all h town be merry

t e .
,

38
 Ge o rge W i th e r
Ned S watch hath fetched his bands from pawn
And all h i best apparel
s
,

Brisk Nel l hath bought a ru ff of lawn

With droppings of the barrel
And those that hardly all the year
.

Had bread to eat or rags to wear

Will have both clothes and dainty fare ,

And all the day be merry .

,

Now poor men to the justices

With apons make their errands
c

And if they hap to fail of these

They plague them with their warrants ,

But now they feed them with good cheer

.

And what they want they take in beer ,

For Christm as omes but once a year ,

And then they shall be merry

c ,

Good farmers in the country nurse

The poor that else were undone
S ome landlords spend their money worse
,

O lust d pride at London

,
n an
There the roysters they do play
.

Drab and dice their land away ,

Which may be ours another day ,

And therefore let s be merry

’
.

The client now his suit forbears

The prisoner s heart is eas ed
’
,

The debtor drinks away his cares

And for the ti m e is pleas ed ,

Though others purses be more fat

.

Why should we pine or grieve at that ,

Hang sorrow care will kill a cat

And therefore let s be merry
’
,

.
,

Hark how the wags abroad do call

E ach other forth to rambling
Anon you ll see them in the hall
’

For nuts and apples s rambling c

,

39
 G e orge With e r
Hark how the roofs with laughters sound
Anon they ll think the house goes round
’
,

:
For they the cellar s depths have found ’

And ther they will be merry

e .
,

The wenches with their wassel bowls

About the street are singin g
-

The boys are com e to cat h the owls

s
c

The wild m are in is brin gin g ,

kit hen boy hath broke his box

.

O
And to the dealing of the ox
ur c ,

O honest neighbours come by flocks

ur
And here they will be merry .
,

Now kings and queens poor sheep cotes have

A d mate with everybody
-
,
n
The honest now may play the knave
And wise men play at noddy ,

S ome youths wi ll now a mumming go

.

S ome others play at rowland hoe

,

And twenty other gameboys moe

-
,

Because they will be m er y r .

Then wherefore in these merry days

S hould we I pray be duller ?
N let us sing some roundelays
0,
, ,

To make our mirth the fuller

And whilst we thus inspired sin g
.

Let all the streets with echoes g ,

Woods and hills and everything

r1 u

Bear witness we are merry , ,

W
.

A R o c k in g H y mn
S baby sleep what ails my dear
E ET
What ails my darlin g thus to y ?
, ,

B still my child and lend thine ear

cr
e
To hear me sing thy lullaby
, ,

My pretty lamb forb ar to weep

.

Be still my dear sweet baby sleep , e ;

, , .

40
 G eorge W i th e r
I n this thy frailty and thy need
He friends and helpers doth prepare
, ,

Which thee shall cherish clothe and feed ,

For of thy weal they tender are ,

S weet baby then forbear to weep

.

Be still my babe sweet baby sleep

,
,

; , .

The King of kings when he was born

Had not so mu h for outward ease
, ,

By Him such dressings were not wor

c

n,
Nor such like swaddling lothes as these
S weet baby then forbear to weep
-
c .

Be still my babe sweet baby sleep

,
,

,
.

Within a manger lodged thy Lord

Where oxen lay and asses fed
Warm rooms we do to thee afford
An easy cradle or a bed ,

S weet baby then forbear to weep

.

Be st ill my babe sweet baby sleep

,
,

,
.

The wants that He did then sustain

Have purchased wealth my babe for thee
And by His torments and His pain , ,

Thy rest and ease éd be

s e cur
My baby then forbear to weep
.

Be still my babe sweet baby sleep

,
,

, .

Thou hast ( yet more ) to perfect this

A promise and an ea nest g r ot
,

O f gainin g everlastin g bliss

Though thou my babe p i it not ,

e r ce v s t
’

S weet baby then forbear to weep

, ,

Be still my bab sweet baby sleep

,
,

e ,
.

42
 G eo rge With e r

T he M ar i g o l d
W N with a serious musing I behold
HE
The grateful and obsequious marigold
How duly every mornin g she displays ,

Her open breast when Titan spreads his rays

How she observes him in his daily walk
,

S till bending towards him her small slender stalk

,

How when he down declines she droops and mourns

Bedewed as twere with tears till he returns
’
, ,

And how she veils her flowers when h is gone

, ,

e
As if she scorn ed to be looked on ,

By an inferior eye or did ontemn

To wait U pon a meaner light than him
c

When this I meditate methinks the flowers

.

Have spirits far more generous than ours

,

And give us fair examples to despise ,

The servile fawnin gs and idolatries

Wherewith we court these earthly things below,

Whic h merit not h service we bestow

t e .
,

S o nn e t : O n th e D e a th o f
P r in c e H e n ry
M H UGH his royal person did foretell
ET O T
A kingly stateliness from all pride clear
His look majestic seemed to ompel
,
c

Al l men to love him rather than to fe r a

And yet though he were every good man s joy
.
,
’

A d the alonely comfort of his own

,

n
His very name with terror did annoy ,

His foreign foes so far as he was known

Hell drooped for fear the Turkey moon looked p l
.

a
S pain trembled and the most tempestuous sea
;
,

43
 G eo rge W i th e r
Wher Behemoth the Babylonish whale
( e
Keeps all his bloody and imperious plea )
, ,

Was swoln with rage for fear he d stop the

’

O f her o er daring and insulting pride

,
’ -
.

F r o m a Sa t i r e wr i tt e n to
K in g J a me s I
I not know a great man s power and might
D ID
’

In spite of innocen e can smother right

Colour his villainies to get esteem
c ,

And make the honest man the villain seem ?

,

I know it and the world doth know tis true ’

Yet I protest if such a man I knew

, ,

That mi ght my country prej dice or thee

u
,

Were he the greatest or the proudest b e,

That breathes this day if so it might b found
That any good to either might redound
e

I unappalled dare in such a case ,

Rip up his foulest crimes before his face

,

Though for my labour I were sure to drop ,

I nto the mouth of ruin without hope .

 W i ll i a m B rown e

M ay D ay Cu s t o m s
I HA seen the Lady of the May
VE
Se tin an arbour on a holiday
Built by the May pole where the jocund swains
, ,

Dance with the maidens to the bagpipe s strain

-
,
’
s,
When envious night commands them to be gone
Call for the merry youngsters one by one ,

And for their well performan e soon disposes ,

To this a garland interwove with roses

c

To that a é d hook or well wrought scrip

ca r v
,

Gracing nother with her cherry lip

-
,

a
To one her garter to another then
A handkerchief cast o er and o er again ,
’ ’

And none returneth em pty that hath spent

His pains to fill their rural merriment
From B i i P t l
.

’
r t a nn a s a s or a s .

B i r d s in M ay
AS woo d by May s delights ) I have been borne
(
’ ’

To take the kind air of a wistful morn

Near Tavy s voiceful stream ( to whom I owe
’

More strains than from my pipe can ever flow)

Here have I heard a sweet bird never lin ,

To chide the river for his l m din ’

There m d another in h i song to tell

c a rous
’
s ee
That what the fair stream did he liked well
s ,

And going further heard another too

All varying still in what the others do ,

A little thence a fourth with little pain

Coun d all their lessons and them ung again
’
,

S numberless the songsters are that sin g

, s

o
I the sweet groves of the too areless spri ng
n
That I no sooner could the hearing lose
-
c ,

Of on eof them but straight another rose

, ,

46
 Wi ll i a m Brow ne
And p rching deftly on a quaking spray
e
Nigh i d herself to make her hearer stay
t r
’
,
.

S hrill as a t hrush upon a m m of My o a

From B i t i P t
.

’
r a nn a s as or a l s .

M usic on t he T h ame s
AS I have seen when on the breast of Thame
A heavenly bevy of sweet E nglish dames
s

In some calm i g of delightful May ’

ev n n
,

With music give a farewell to the day ,

O as they would with an admired tone

,

Greet Night s as ension to her ebon throne

r , ,
’
c
Rapt with their melody a thousand more ,

Run to be wafted from the bounding shore

From B i i P t l
.

’
r ta nn a s as or a s .

A Conce r t o f B i rd s
THE mounting lark ( day s herald ) got on wing ’

Bidding ea h bird choose out his bough and sing ,

The lofty treble sung the little wren

c .

Robin the mean that best of all loves men

The nightingale the tenor and the thrush
,

The ounter tenor sweetly in a bush ,

And that the music mi ght be full in parts

c -
.

Birds from the groves flew with right willing hearts ,

But (as it m d ) they thought ( as do the swains

s ee
’

Which tune their pipes on k d Hiber ia s plains ) s ac

’
n
’
,

There should some droning part h therefore will d e,

’

S ome bird to fly into a i gh b i g field ’

ne r n

I embassy unto the King of Bees

,

n
To aid his partners on the flowers and trees ,

Who condescending gladly flew along

To bear the bass to his well tuned song
, ,
-
.

47
Th e o
W i ll i a m Brown e
cr w was willing they should be beholding
For his deep voi e but bein g hoarse with scolding
He thus lends aid upon an oak doth climb
c ,

And nodding with his head so keepeth tim ,

e
,

From B , .

’
P t l
’

i ri t a nn a s a s or a s .

F l o we rs
THE daisy d on each mead and dow
s ca t t e r
’
n,
A golden tuft within a silver crown
( Fair fall that dainty flower and may there be
No shepherd g d that doth not honour thee
rac
’

The primrose when with six leaves gotten grace

Maids as a true —love in their bosoms place
,

The spotless lily by whose pure leaves be

Noted the chaste thoughts of virginity
,

Carnations sweet with colour like the fire

The fit impresas for i fl m d desire n
’
,

The harebell for her stainless d hue

a
’
az u r
Claims to be worn of none but those are true
The rose like ready youth enti in g stands
And would be pp d if it might hoose the hands
, , c ,
’

The yel low kingcup Flora them ig d

cro c ,
’
as s n
To be the badges of a jealous mind
The orange tawny marigold the night
Hides not her colour from a searching sight
-

The olumbine in tawny often taken

.

Is then ib d to such as are forsaken

c ,
’

Flora s choice buttons of a russet dye

a s cr
’

Is hope even in the depth of misery

From B i i P
.

’
l r ta nn a s a s tor a s .

M o r nin g
THE Muses friend (grey eyed Aurora) yet
’

Held all the meadows in a cooling sweat

-

The milk white gossamers not upwards w d ,

s no
’

Nor was the sharp and useful steering goad

-
,
-

48
 W i ll i a m Brown e
Talk d to the E cho satyrs broke their dance
’

And all the upper world lay in a trance ,

O nly the curled streams soft chidin gs kept

.

And little gales that from the green leaf swept

D y summer s dust in fearful wh i p i g stirred
r
’
s
’
r n s
As loath to waken any sin gin g bird
, .

From B mt i P t
.

’
as or a l s
'

a nn a s .

A Pl e asa n t G r o v e
U N a pleasant grove or such like place
TO
Where here the curious cuttin g of a hedge ,

There by a pond the trimmin g of the sedge

Here the fine settin g of well shading trees
, ,

The walks there mounting up by small degrees

-

The gravel and the green so equal lie ,

It with the rest draws on your l i g i g eye n

’
r n
,

Here the sweet smells that do perfum e the air

, ,

Arising from the infinite repair ,

O f odoriferous buds and herbs of price

( As if it were another Paradise )
,

S please the smellin g sense that you are fain

o
Where la t you walk d to turn and walk again
’
,

There the small birds with their harmonious notes

s .

S ing to a spring that mil h as she floats

s et
For in her fa e a m any di m ples show
And often skips as it did dancin g go
c ,

Here further do wn an over arched alley

That from a hill goes windin g in a valley
-
,

You spy at end thereof a standing lake

Where some ingenious artist strives to make ,

The water ( brought in turnin g pipes of lead

Through birds of earth m o t lively fashioned)
To co nterfeit and mo k the sylvans all
s

In singin g well their own set madri gal

u c ,

This with no small deli ght retains your ear

.

And makes you think none ble t b who live there ut

,

Then in another place the fruits that be

s .

In gallant clusters de king each good tree

c ,

50
 Wi ll i a m Brow ne
I nvite your hand to crop some from the stem
And liking one taste every sort of them ,

Then to the arbours walk then to the bowers

,

Thence to the walks again thence to the flowers , ,

Then to birds and to the clear spring then e ,

c
,

Now pleasing one and then another sense

, ,

Here one walks oft and yet anew b gi h

.
,
’
e nt
As if it were so m e hidden labyrinth
, ,

S loath to part and so content to stay

That when the gard ner knocks for you away
o ,
’

It g ieves you so to leave the pleasures in it

r
,

That you could wish that you had never seen it ,

From B i i P t
.

’
r ta nn a s as or a l s .

NO W A n A n gl e r
as an angler melancholy standing
Upon a green bank yieldin g room for landing
A wri ggling yellow worm thrust on his b k
Now in the midst he throws then in a nook
oo ,
,

Here pulls his line there throws it in again ,

M d h his cork and bait but all in vain

, ,
en et
He long stands viewing of the urled stream , ,

At last a hungry pike or well grown bream

c

S natch at the worm and b i g fast away

-
,

as t n
He knowing it a fish of stubborn sway , ,

Pulls up his rod but soft as havin g skill ,

Wherewith the hook fast holds the fi h s g ill

, ,
’
,

Then ll his line he freely yieldeth h i m

s
a
Whilst furiously all up and down doth swim ,

Th insnared fish here on the top doth scud

’

There underneath the banks then in the mud

, ,

And with his franti fits so scares the shoal

c
, ,

That each one takes his hide or starting hol ,

By thi the pike clean wearied underneath

s
, e

A willow lies , ,

From B i i P t
.

’
r ta nn a s as or a l s .

SI
 Wi ll i a m Brown e

A Ri ll
SO when the pretty rill a place espies
Where with the pebbles she would wantonize ,

And that her upper stream so much doth wrong her ,

To drive her then e and let her play no longer

c
I f she with too loud m i g ran away ,
’
utt r n
As being much i d to leave her play
’
,

W
n ce n s
A western mild and pretty whisperin g gale ,

Came dallying with the leaves l on g the dale

,

a
And m d as with the water it did chide ,

Because it ran so lon g p ifi d

’
see ,

Y ea and methought I t bade her leave that coil

un ac e

O he would choke her up with leaves and soil

, ,

r
hereat the i l in my mind did weep
’
r v et
And h l d her head into a silent deep
’
,

From B i i P t l
ur .

’
r ta nn a s a s or a s .

Gl i d e s o ft ye S i l v e r F l o o d s
,

G I soft ye silver floods

L DE
And every spring ,

:
,

Within the shady woods

Let no bird sing
Nor from the grov a turtle dov e e
Be seen to couple with her love
-

But silence on ea h dale and mountain dwell

c
Whilst Willy bids his friend and joy farewell .
,

But ( of great Thetis train ) ’

Ye mermaids fair
That on the shores do plain ,

Your sea green hair

A ye in trammels knit your locks
-
,

Weep ye and so enforce the rocks

s ,

In heavy murmurs through the broad shores

How Willy bad his friend and joy farewell
e .

52
 Wi ll i a m Brow ne
On his face still as he bled
For each drop a tear she shed
,

Whi h she k i d or wi p d away ’ ’

,

E lse had drown d him where he lay

c ss ,
’
.

Fair Proserpina ( quoth she )

S hall not have thee yet from me
Nor m y so l to fly begin
While my lips can keep it in
u

Here she l d again And som

c os
’
e
S y Apollo would have come
.

a
To have cur d his wounded limb
’

But that she had smothered him ,

From B i i P t
.

a s or a l s
’
r ta nn a s .

A S o ng
G N nymphs be not refusing
E TL E
Love s neglect is time s abusing
’
,
’
,

They and beauty are but lent you ,

Take the one and keep the other

Love keeps fresh wh at age doth smother
Beauty gone you will repent you .

Twil l be said when ye have proved

’

Never swains more truly loved ,

O h then fly all nice behaviour !

Pity fain would ( as her duty)
Be attending still on Beauty
Let her not be out of favour ,

From B i i P t l
.

’
r ta nn a s as or a s .

—
S p r in g M o r nin g I
Th oma l i n .

W H R is every piping lad

E E
That the fields are not yclad
With their milk white sheep ? -

54
 Wi ll i a m B r ow ne
Tell me is it holiday
O if in the month of May
,

Use they long to sleep ?

P i er s .

Th omal i n, tis not too late

’

For the turtle and her mate ,

S itten yet in nest

And the thrustle hath not been
G h i g worms yet on the green
’
at r n

But attends her rest ,

Not a bird hath taught her young

.

Nor her morning s lesson sung ’

,

In the shady grove

But the nightingale in dark
S ingi ng woke the mounting lark
S h records her love
e
Not the sun hath with his beams
.

Gilded yet our crystal streams

Rising from the sea
Mists do crown the mountains tops ,
’

And ea h pretty myrtle drops

c
,

Tis but newly day

’
.

The S hep her d ’

s P ip e .

—
S p r in g M o r nin g I I
R G droop not see the spring
O ET,
I s the earth enam elling ,

And the birds on every tree ,

Greet this m m with melody o

Hark how yonder thrustle chants it
And her mate as proudly vants it
, ,

S how every stream is d d re s s

’

By her margin with the best

ee

O f Flora s gifts she seems glad

’

For such brooks such fl w she had o

’
rs .

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All the trees are quaintly tired
With green buds of all desired
And the hawthorn every day ,

S preads some little show of May

S eethe primrose sweetly set
By the much l d violet ov
’

All the banks do sweetly cover

-
,

As they would invite a lover ,

With his lass to see their dressing

A d to grace them by their pressing
n
Yet in all this merry tide
When all cares are laid aside
Roget sits as if his blood ,

Had not felt the q i k i g good ’

n n
O f the sun nor ares to play
u c

c
O with songs to pass the day
, ,

r
As he wont fie Roget fie
Raise thy head and m errily , , ,

Tune us som ewhat to thy reed

,

S eeour flocks do freely feed

Here we may together sit ,

And for mu ic very fit ,

Is this pla e from yonder wood

s

Comes an e ho shrill and good

c

Twi e full perfectly it will

c ,

Answer to thine oaten quill

c

Roget droop not then but sin g

.

S ome kind wel ome to the p mg

, ,

c s r .

Th e S h ep h er d s
’

A Round
O W
N that the Spring hath fill d our veins
With kind and active fire
And made green l i i for the plains ’
,
’

And every grove a quire

v r es ,

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 Wi ll i a m Brow ne
Love that looks still on your eyes
Though the winter have begun
, ,

To benumb our arteries

S h ll not want the summer s sun
,
’
a
Wel ome welcome then I sing &
.

c , , , c .

Love that still may see your cheeks

Where all rareness still reposes ,

Is a fool if e er he seeks ’
,

O ther lilies other roses

,

Welcome welcome &

.
,

, , c.

Lov to whom your soft lip yields

e,
And perceives your breath in kissing ,

All the odours of the fields ,

Never never shall be missing

Welcome welcome &
.
,

, ,
c .

Love that que tion would anew

What fair E den was of old
,
s

Let him ri ghtly study you ,

And a brief of that behold ,

Welcome wel ome then I &

.

,
c , , c .

Autu m n
A U U MN it was when d p d the sweetest fl w
T r oo
’
o
’
rs,

And rivers w l l with pride l k d the banks

s o
’
n
’
o e r oo
’

Poor grew the day of summer s golden hours

, ,
’

And void of sap stood Ida s cedar ranks ’

,

The pleasant meadows sadly lay

-
.

I n chill and cooling sweats

By risin g fountains or as they
Fear d winter s wastfull threats
’ ’
,

’
The S hep her d s P ipe .

58
 Wi ll i a m B rown e
The S i r e n s S o n g
’

S TEE R hither steer your winged pin s e

beaten mariners
Al l
, ,

Her lie Love s di

e
’
un d mines
s c ove r
’
,

A prey to passengers ,

Perfumes far sweeter than the best

Which makes the Ph nix urn and nest
oe
’

Fear not your ships

.

Nor any to oppose you save our lips ,

But come on shore ,

Wher no joy dies till love hath gotten mor

e
,

e .

For swelling waves our panting breasts

Where never storms arise ,

E xcha g and be awhile our guests ,

n e
For stars gaze on our eyes
Th compass love shall hourly sing
.

e
And as he goes about the ring ,

We will not miss ,

To tell each point he nameth with a kiss .

C H RU O S

Then come on shor e,

Where no joy dies till love hath gotten mor e
Ma s qu e
.

Th e Inne r Templ e .

T he Ch ar m
SO Nof E rebus and Night
Hie away and aim thy fli ght ,

Where consort one other fowl

n
Than the bat and sullen owl
Where upon the limber grass
Poppy and man dragoras
With l ik simples not a few
e
Ha g for ever drops of dew
n .

59
 W i ll i a m Brown e
Wher flows Lethe without coil
e
S oftly like a stream of oil
Hie thee thither gentle S leep
.

With this Greek no longer keep ,

Thrice I charge thee by my wand

.

Thrice with moly from my hand

Do I touch Ulysses eyes ’

And with the jaspis Then arise ,

S agest Greek
,

Th e Inner Temp l e Ma s que.

C atlia
(S o nn e t s )
LO, I the man that whilom l d and lost ov
’

Not dreadin g loss do sing again of love ,

And like a man but lately tempest d ,

tos s
’

Try if my stars still inauspicious prove

-
,

Not to make good that poets never c an

Long time without a chosen mistress be
Do I sing thus or my affe tions ran ,

Within the maze of mutability

c

What last I l d was beauty of the mind

ov
’

And that l dg d in a temple truly fair

o
’
,

Which i d now by death if I can find ,

W
’
ru n
The saint that l i d therein some otherwhere
’
v
,

I may adore it there and love the cell ,

For ntertaining what I l d so wel l

e
,

ov
’
.

HY might I not for once h of that sect e

Which hold that souls when Nature hath her ,

S ome other bodies to themselves elect

,

And sunlike make the day and license night ?

That soul whose setting in one hemisphere ,

Was to enlighten straight another part

,

60
 W i ll i am Browne
IAndN Ggentle
S soft ye pretty birds while sleeps
gales play gently with the leaves
, , C ael i a ,

Learn of the neighbour brooks whose silent deeps

Would teach him fear that her soft sleep bereaves ,

Mine oaten reed devoted to her praise , .

( A theme that would b fi the Delphian lyre )

, ,

e t
Give way that I in silen e may admire
I s not her sleep like that of innocents
, c .

S weet as herself and is she not more fair

,

Al m ost in death than are the ornaments ,

O f fruitful trees whi h newly buddin g are ?

,

S h is and tell it Truth when she shall lie

, c
e
And sleep for ever for she cannot die
, ,

,
,

Vi s i on s

I W
SA
( S o nn e t s )
a silver swan swim down the Lea
S in ging a sad farewell unto the vale
While fishes leapt to hear her melody ,
,

And on each thorn a gentle ni ghtingale ,

And many other birds forbore their notes

Leapin g from tree to tree as she along ,

The panting bosom of the urrent floats ,

Rapt with the music of her dyin g song

c ,

When from a thick and all entangled spring

A neatherd rude came with no small ado
-

Dreading an ill presage to hear her sin g ,

And quickly stru k her tender ne k in two

c
,

Whereat the birds methou ght flew thence

c

speed , ,

And inly g i d for such a cruel deed

,

r ev
’
.

A as fair as ever saw the North

R O SE,
Grew in a little garden all alone ,

A sweeter flower did Nature ne er put forth ’

Nor fairer garden yet was never known ,

62
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W i ll i a m Brown e
The m aidens d d about it m m and noon
anc
’
o
And learned bards of it their ditties made ,

The nimble fairies by the pale faced m oon

d the root and ki d her pretty shade
-

’ ’
a t er ss
But well day the gard ner careless grew
.

The maids and fairies both were kept away

-
a -
,

And in a drought the caterpillars threw ,

Themselves upon the bud and every spray

W
God shield the sto k if heaven send no suppli s
.

c e
The fairest blossom of the garden dies .
,

D N in a val ley by a forest s side

O
’

Near where the crystal Thames rolls on her waves

, ,

I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride ,

As if the lilies grew to be his slaves ,

The gentle daisy with her silver rown c

Worn in the breast of many a shepherd s lass

, ,
’

The humble violet that lowly down

S alutes the gay nym phs as they trimly pass
,

These with a m any more methought mpl i d a n

’

That Nature should those needless things produce

, , , co

Which not alone the sun from others g i d a n

’
,

But turn it wholl y to their proper use

I could not choose but grieve that Nature made
S glorious flowers to live in such a shade
o .

A G N shepherd born in Ar ady

E TL E
That well ould tune his pipe and deftly play,
c ,
c
The nymphs asleep with rural minstrelsy ,

Methought I saw upon a summer s day ’

,

Take up a little satyr in a wood, ,

A ll masterless forlorn as none did know him

,

And nursing him with those of his own bl d ,

O mighty Pan he lastly did bestow him

oo ,
n
But with the god he lon g time had not been
Ere he the shepherd and hi m self forgot ,

And most ingrateful ever pp d between s te

’
,

Pan and all good befell the poor man s lot ,

’

Whereat all good men g i d and strongly swore r ev

’

They never would be foster fathers mor -

,

e .

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Epi t a ph s
I n O b i tu m M S X ,
°
M ai
) ,

1 614
M AY Be thou never g d with birds that sing
ra c
’

Nor Flora s pride ’

,

I n thee all flowers and roses spring

Min only died
e WB .
,

. .

O n th e C o u n t e ss D o w ag e r o f
P e mb ro k e
U N RN A H this sable herse
DE E T
Lies the subject of all verse
S idney s sister Pembroke s mother
’ ’

Death ere thou hast slain another

,

Fair and l d and good as she

,

ear n
’
,

Time shall throw a dart at thee ,

.
,

Marble piles let no man raise

To her name for after days
S ome kind woman born as she
Readin g this like Niobe ,

S h l l turn marble and become

,

Both her m m and her tomb

a ,

ou er .

Tu r nbu l l dr’ Spea r s , P r i n t e r s , E d i nb u r gh .

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W )
( 1 609 - 1 64 2

i
0 Suck l ng, O ga l l a n t S i r j oh n ,
Th ou gen t l ema n p oet , fir s t p l u me of th e t on
Fr esh p a i n ter o gr ea t a u th or
’
e ddi ngs
f ,

O fa c i le r i e
P oet S es s i on s
p nc p s of wi t a bou t t own
L E1GH
.
’

— H U NT
.

S i r Ch a r l e s S e d l e y
( 1 6 39 -
1 70 1 )
In h i s own sp h er e S edl ey i s u n app r oa c h a bl e
L ove s t i l l h a s someth i ng of t he sea or P h i l l i s i s
U
‘

ea s i l
y ou tdi s ta n ce a l l r i v a l s .
—
A H B LL EN . . .

J hn W i l m o t
o ,
E arl of R ch t r
o es e

W
( 1 64 7- 1 6 8 0 )
I m t h os e wh o t h i n h th ems el v es i n spi
’
f
’ '
n on e o r a,
N or wr i te wi th t h e va i n hop e t o he a dmi r d ,’

B ut , f r om a I h a ve ( up on l ong t r i a l ) ,
ru le
T a v oi d wi th ca r e a l l s or t of s elf -deni a l
’
.

h i ch way s oe er des i r e a n d f a ncy l ea d,

’

Con temn i ngf a me th a t p a th I bol d ly t r ea d

—
. .

Ep i s t l e t o L or d l l/Iu lgr a ve .
 C o n te n ts

W
U K I G
P AG E

W
S IRH jO N S C L N

Th ere ever
o tt ee i re r eI
n ye t o
wa se t h ( ovi
o
n s
et —
man e l ov
’’
L ng a nd B ed
)
h o w u n ga d d no w ( )
S nn s I
i te
'
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o oet e—o )e t over G t o et —

O f h , k nd B oy,
( S nn s II
a sk no R e d a nd h

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ere ever o e
’
s (
h os ! S nn s III)
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n
i
a n m gh k n
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t
t A ere t for itioYo t
nd
ow
ma n m a d

k
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no , be s

W
,

(
o He ert t i t t r witiiot t l ire A ot er
gai ns F u
F1e u p n a
n)
s h a h ti 1 n
o f t h e S a m , a ga ns F u
h mu u a F ( n h
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as n, Ha
)
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ak

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h , D ck, h ha v b e n B a ad on a

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,

ve
ha l ove
ha s

I twirll to lovetre Mi te ore we r d

”

m I s

W
no t o ne nu , a
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N ever
u n d
e l i e ve I l ove e l
i ove Re ovee t I e et li e rot t leito e lo
Th s o ne
b
q
me i f
u s
( over
Th e C ar e s s L )
ma k t o h i m h a s s t h e C u d s

e n it tio e o
T ub s m )
re t ove
”
ab (L a nd D b a k

W
L a ng h e r H a d u p n m y B as
’

(L s R e p re

t
s cu a n
oreorFvoe tor love e Rei o ore
)

W
h a ! no m a u s ? Not a b bon m ( To
a L a dy wh o f b a d b f01 C mp a ny )
r t
II rit oe fier t t ll e rt
Th e c af y B o y h a h a d fu o ft a s sa y cl
'

p h e s nd’ me b a c k my H ”a
o
’

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am c n

p h
md a
s pa me , g n
ma n c a n
B oy

t t toi ll iele t Ni owt r e o l I

h n, d a s , b u t h nk o f h
Ha s h u se n t h e d n i n t h e a ir
r
gh s ca c c u d nu m b e ( Hi s
rei er l o u o t el Gol
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D am)
s n

So M s s o k p n h i
o l ittle ir eret i ee t
d '

N , N o fa H
Th e
M
,

etamorp o i
b o y, to
sh
h
ow
c, i t n

s s )
i t P
d s mus b e
h i s M gh a ndower ( Th e
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WW
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am a of ter eitie M
ma n ar a nd 1gh t (A l i er
x o t l tio) So d
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hn
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a
t e
s
eh i
me ye jus
e
,

Jo H llee of to o ver
L n s d o y ou find
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h s
D s ( Th e E p s u a
ou t
”
( To
n )

ioll e fi ll t tetot ri
h s o pa
y
F i t up,
a nd wa n, f n d L o
i t up
C m , l et th e S a
t h e B nk
?

e rett wl
”
s a
y
Sh s p
'

y to a k 1th

S IR C H AR L E S SE D L E Y
PP iillllii M o l t t
h s, en say ow ha a ll my V s

e r my
P i ll i i r
”
h s 15 n y j oy
H
P Gi ll i tltewoi e rl e l e
h
a s
s,
no t my
h s a
h
evo t Yo
s h ow t h e B

y Z a as sua g
’
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( To
’
a D u u ng

I l evert litevelll
a
en
m
Tus h ! n
a us
me I m
y
ma n )

too x
o tr v .

t
y L a d’
orw rd
( Th e E a a ga n )
Th e F
overlor) i t t I o l
”
y u ng ( a
L .

ovei r A t i lli t o t eto i

Ah , C h s ! ha no w c u d s i t

W
L s h as s m h ng of t h e S e a

r e e x ore o r r le i (A vi e to
Fa m n a , ar t h u m a d ?
S c a p no m y u h a m s s c h ns d the

W
c

el i t t I ter
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, jus am

j O HN IM LR H R O T , EA R I O F OC E STE

All t r elt P ii e rii e t eore Cori

W
m y p as L f 15 m n no m
To (
R oo Ro lr e t ow
”
ha c u C o n na ak s a ns nna )
m, o m fo r a B a d o f th e T n
"

Th e u m stKi o et G e Gree o l how Gre i

A n Age i n h e r E m b a ce s p a s
i ac th e ks c u d s ( c an

ve le t o e re teI o et te o ll o o r
nd n s s )

W
b i d me h p , man s H
’

(
'

Lo a nd b yd n u )
How b s was t h e
Give ve to rwei l r row ( U o vi
me L e a
( c) a d S a Th e Fa

W
a at you

Mi tre
“
Ti s not t h a t l a m Le a
’
a y g n p n ng h is

A e t orot t ot ee I l e i lovetlill e O
bs n f m h
s ss
a ngu s h
)
s
wh y
‘

Mi tre
h y d s h u sh ad t hy y fa c ? (To h is

M e r Mi tre He rt
s ss )
y d

h
i l e a
t
on

,
o e l ove
no w,
h l ls
oo
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h sI f
z ss

nd
h as

F
y
a

g ,
ks
0 er
a

ga ’
e
”’
’

(A al gu )
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wl ) s uch a C u p po n d
c a n, c n nk ng

“
a Bo

ot i t
N oth i ng ! h
N h ng)
ou l
E d er rot er
B h ev n
’

to Sh a d e (U o p n

4
 Pre face
a less attractive hobby that of gaming and is said
to have b en reputed the best bowler and cardplayer
e
, ,

in the kin gdom As he himself confe ses m h i

S essions of the Poets
. s s
”

ltri i etxt w w i lle r A ollo i e

S uck ng n as c a d b u t d i d not a p p ar ,

t i v i re
’
B ut s
l
'

gh o ne
a h s pe d p t h e ar ,
Th a o f a l l me n
H love M e well ort
’
n g h e ca d no t for t .

e d no t t h e us s so as h is s p .

O ne day his poor sisters ame to the Pi adilly bowl

ing green crying for the fear he should lose all their
c cc
“

fortunes To show his elasticity of spirit we are told

-
,
”

that when at his lowest ebb he would put on his most ,

.

glorious apparel It may be questioned however if all

, ,

the tall stories told of his extremes of good and ill , ,

.

fortune are true In a roman ing g like the Caroline e

any prominent person soon a quired his legend and
. c a

S U K I NG large estates must have been a main

c ,
’
C L S
stay
S U K I N G no doubt had many passing f i
.

C L d a r es e

upon it I have loved Three whole days to

a

cce u r O ut
but one courtship was serious that of the ,

dau ghter of S H NR Y W I UGH Y who was a IR E LLO B

,

great heiress As a letter which recently came to light ,

at Clifton Hall Notts clearly proves the king used

.

his influen e in pushing the match but unfortunately , , ,

the lady herself did not agree like a loyal subject to

c ,

accept his Majesty s favourite To this passive resist ’

, ,

an e she added active that is to say she asked

.

other f her suitors to waylay SU K I N and extort

c ,
ah
C L G
from h i m an en gagement renoun ing his attempts on
o

her This the suitor ( D IG Y a brother of S

c

K N M ) did with some allies and poor S U K I NG

. B ,
IR
’
E EL S C L
received a sound drubbin g The affair aused great , ,

s andal and not havin g drawn sword SU K I N G was

. c
c C L
a cused of cowardice and for some time was under a
, , ,

loud ocially In 6 37 came The S essions of the

c ,
“
c s 1
Poets in whi h there is a good deal of hard hittin g
.

( sometimes in bad taste as in D A NAN case ) and

, c
’
,
VE TS

re t writer
1 A u t
S e e D a i ly Ch r on i c l e ug te , s a4 t h , 1 90 5 , a nd a no b y the
p se n , A u gu s t a st h .

6
 P re fa ce
a ute riticism I have already quoted the stanza in
whi h he tre ts himself severely as the others In
c c .

as
6 38 was produced Agl said to be the fi rst play
c a .

1
a ted with scenery and B l the following year
a ur a ,

t
S U K I N G part in the S cottish war may have lacked
c , r enn or a .

distinction but S J HN M NN I celebrated ballad

C L S
’
IR O E SS
is obviously spiteful ,

It would take too long to trace the politic l intrig es in

.

which S U K I N G and the other S ff di en gaged

a u
”
C L ta or a ns
to strengthen the King s power and whi h co m pelled ’

him in order to escape a trial for hi gh treason to , c

make a hurried departure for —France There are

, ,

many stories of his life in exile m ost of them pro

.

bably false O relates his havin g been in the clutches

ne
of the Spanish Inquisition There are at least two
.

accounts of his death one that he was murdered by

.

his valet puttin g a razor in his—boot the second—

WW
uh
happily it seems the true one that he poisoned him
self His death oc urred at Paris in May or June
.
, ,

1 64 2
The briefest and perhaps the most satisfactory
.

criticism ever passed on him is that of Mistress

Mil l m a in Th y f h a nt ld natural easye a o t e or
“

S uc k ling With a woman s intuition she at once , ,

” ’

per eives the two charms of his verse When one

.

thinks of the laboured love poetry metaphysical and

c .

other then bein g produced i great quantities we may n

,

be thankful for nat ral easy S uckling who had no

,
”
,

a ffectation of simulatin g profundity by obs urity and

u , ,

rabbedness O f course his poetry is superficial but

c

it shares that defe t with beauty which we are always

c .
,

c
being told is but skin deep But if he does not give , ,

W
us great thoughts he always affords us entertainment
-
.
,

and a world without i m would be a dull ,

e n t e r t a nt e nt
,

pla e He is singularly happy in the coinage of a

phrase or a simile it sticks m the m emory
c .

o men j (w te er e ore t ave ee )

Are l i e rom re or i t on e ee k
e n oy
’
d
a nces
ha
ad
'
b f
s gh s
’
h
c s
b
n
n
"
.

L
A nd
ove ’
s a ca m
s u r fe 1t s
ewl ioe t toml ivee to mroereer re
h
n
n 11 c
ha
s
s on
ss
a ir ,
fa
’

g .
 Pre fa ce
i i e l i t tee leee i tie t e
Th nk ng o n h , t h y b a u s h n ,

t e t ei r r i t r w e
As s u d d n gh s d o s
So h y b y h
p ng m e n
b gh a ys a a k me
.

x e
He ve were
t tio
Ti s E p
a n
e l e
c a i e r
e ve we ew w t w ren
no t
m ak
H a
s a b
n, i f
s s ng
kn
d a ,

ha 1t e .

Thou h some great poets have—had no ear for musi

T NN Y N I believe was one
c
— E
g
SO musical S UC KL IN G
’
S
gifts ave him an e x cellent mastery of rhythm it
, ,

were hard to find in him a single jarring line out of

g “

tune and harsh And then how wide his ran ge of

subject and treatment how flexible his manner Like
.

Nanki Poo in Th Mi h d he might have sun g

-
e
,

a o

M t l o e lo
roto oever
r o io
y

r r
Th u ghgi
gu i s
ca a ng,

y p as s n an ng,

It em l o An d
un
m
y u h um u
y su p p e s ng .
c h a ng g

The other two singers who contribute to this collection

are it must be said somewhat m onotonous both in
subject and expression though neither is lacking in
, ,

wit and humour ,

Let us now pass to one of these S C HAR

.

SED L E Y another of the seventeenth entury fine ,

IR L ES

gentlem en who wrote with ease in the intervals

,
c

between wenching gaming and drinking He was

born at Aylesford Kent about 6 39 and went to
.
, ,

1
Wadham College O xford in 6 5 5 After the R
, ,
1
,

e s t or a
tion he was ele ted ( if the word can be used of what
.
, ,

was probably a mere nomination ) for New—Romney

c

But he took little heed of senatorial dignity such as it

.

is—and his life was exactly like that of the other two
poets of this volume one of wine women and song “ ”

We need not grumble w may grant him the first

.
, , ,

e
two in gredients of his life for we of to day have the
third for our delectation S Y as is well known
-
,
EDL E
was an actor in that scandalous scene at the Co k , ,
.

Tavern in Bow Street in which some of the tipsy

c

crew appeared on the balcony in a state of nature

“
,

and harangu d the ig bi l lg in the treet below ,

That lark cost him a ool five hundred and C HI

e no e vu us s .

EF
J U I F R improved the occasion by observi ng
c ,

ST C E O S TE
8
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attack on the Dut h fleet at Bergen and returned to
E n gland to haunt the Court and alternately charm and
c ,

infuriate the Kin g G RAMM N re ords that at lea t O T

once in each year he was sent packin g d consider
. c s

an

ing some unprintable epi grams on Charles whi h no , ,

doubt reached their subje t s ears this is not urpris , c

’

He had a queer mad life of it always ( when

c ,
s

i g
n
sober enough) i some outlandish es apade O n e , ,
.

n
he set up a q —a k d octor with a booth on Tower
c . c

Hill at another tells —h

as u c
M
B U KI NGHA M
S E
and a bird of a feather the D U K
; so T . VR E O ND us e

E OF C
took an inn on the Newmarket road with a view , ,

to debauchin g all the women of the nei ghbourhood ,

a purpo e which they are said to have a hieved He ,

tho ght to repair h i broken fortunes by a ri h mat h

s c .

but the lady of his choi e E I A H M A was

u s c c ,

L Z B ET L E T,
not agreeable so ( in 66 5 ) he waylaid her at Charin g
c ,

1
Cross popped her into a coach and w at U xbridge
,

before he was cau ght This landed h i m in the Tower

, ,
as

of London but he was soon pardoned and curiously

.

enou gh m arried his vi ti m a ouple of years later

, , ,

His known mistresses in lude E I A H B ARR Y

,
c c .

L Z B ET
whom he taught to act and put on the stage Hi health
c ,

broke down m 6 79 and thenceforth he led a quieter

. s

life There seems no do bt he was onvin ed of the

W
,

error of his ways by B H B U N He had a

. u c c
IS OP R E TT
fine lyric gift and thou gh there is little enough
.

sincerity in most of h i love son g and he attains a

, ,

cynical extreme in one in which he hails his mistress

s - s,

as worthy to serve all m ankind there is one p em o

beginning h y dost thou shade thy lovely face 0 , ,

why which suggests an almo t passionate devotion

”

Had R H R riti ised him elf as acutely as he

, s .

OC E STE
riticised others in his satires he might have been a
c c s

better man The only one of his long poems I have

c , ,

included is that on Nothin g whi h is in genious in

.

its way ,
c
.

WI LLIAM G HUTCH I SO N . .

IO
 Sir o hn S u c kli n g
L o v in g a n d B e l o v e d
T H R never yet was honest Man
E E
That ever drove the Trade of Love
It impossible nor
15 c an
I ntegrity our E nds promove
,

For Kings and Lovers are alike this 1n

That their chief Art in Rei gn Dissemblin g is ,

Here we are loved and there we love

Good Nature now and Passion strive ,

Which of the two should be above

And Laws unto h other give t e
S we false Fire with Art sometimes dis over
o
And the true Fire with the same Art do cover
c ,

What Rack can Fancy find so hi gh ?

Here we must court and here engage
Though in the other Place we die
O h tis Torture all and C
,
’
o s e na e
And which the harder is I cannot tell
, g
,

To hide true Love or make false Love lo ok well

,
, ,
'

S ince it is thus God of Desire

Give me my Honesty again
, ,

And take thy Brands back and thy Fi re ,

I am weary of the state I am in

S ince ( if h very best should now befall )
t e
Love s Triumph must be Honour s Funeral
’ ’
,

II
.
 S ir J o hn S uc kl i n g

S o nn e t s
I
D see how unregarded now
O ST
That Piece of Beauty pas es ?
There was a Time when I did vow
s

To that alone
But mark the Fate of Faces
The Red and White works now no more
Than if it could not charm or I not see ,
.

And yet the Face continues good

And I have still De ire ,

And till the self a m e Flesh and Blood

s s,
s

As apt to mel
-
s ,
t
And su ffer from tho e Fires
0 some kind Power unriddle where it lies
s

Whether my Heart be faulty or her E yes .

S h every Day her Man does kill

e
And I as often die ,

Neither her Power then nor my Will

Can q i d be u e s t on
,
’
,

What is the m ystery ?

S ure Beauty s E m pires like to greater S tate
’
s,

Have certain Periods set and hidden Fates

, ,

,
.

Of thee kind Boy I ask no Red and White

To make up my Delight
, ,

No odd becoming Graces

Bla k E ye or little Know not whats in Faces ,

M ak e m but m d enou gh give me good S tore

c s - -

e a
O f Love for her I ourt
,

I ask no more
c

Tis Love in Love that makes the Sp

’
,

t
ox .

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 S ir J o hn S uck l in g
O how can that E lysium be
r

Where I my Mistress still must see

Circled in others Arms ’

For there the Judges all are just

And S ph i b must on s
,

Be his whom she held dear

o a

Not his who loved her here ,

The sweet P h i l l sin e she died

.

oc e a,
Lies by her P i l his side
c ,

r oc e s

Not by Am p h i l a us .
,

S ome Bays per han e or Myrtle Bou gh

c c
For di fference rowns the Brow
, , ,

O f those kind souls that were

c

The noble Martyrs here

And if that be h only O dds t
( As who can Tell ?) ye kinder God
e
,

Give me the Woman here

s,

T H R never yet was Woman m ade

E E
Nor shall but to be ursed c
,

And 0 that I fond I should first

, ,

O f any Lover
, ,

This Truth at my O w Charge to other Fools di cover

n s

You that have promised to yourselves

Propriety in Love
Know Women s Hearts like S traw do move
’
,

And what we call

Their Sympathy is but Love to get in general .

All Mankind are alike to them

And though we I ron find ,

That never with a Loadstone joined

’
Tis not the Iron s Fault ’
,

It is because near the Loadstone yet was never ,

brought .

14
 S i r J o hn S uc kl in g
l f where a gentle Bee hath fallen
A d labour d to his Power
,
’
n
A new succeed not to that Fl w ,

o
’
r,

But passe by
s

Ti to be thou ght the Gallant elsewhere

s ,
’

Thi gh
s ,

For still the Flowers ready stand ,

O bu zz es round about
ne
O ne lights one ta tes gets in gets out
s
,

All always use the m

, , ,

Till l l their sweets are gone and all again ref se them
a
,

,
u .

S c i r e s e l i cer et q u a? dehes s u b i r e
E t n on s u b i r e p u l ch r u m es t s ci r e
,

S ed s i s u hi r e dehes q ua dehes s ci r e
Q uer s u m v i s sc i r e, n a m d ehes s u b i r e 5’

IFMan mi ght know

The Ill he must undergo
And shun it so ,

Then it were good to know ,

But if he undergo it
Though he know it ,

What boots him know it ? ,

He must undergo it .

Aga in s t F r u i t i o n
ST AY here fond Youth and ask no more be wise
Knowin g too much l g sin e lost Paradise
,

on
,
c
,

The virtuous Joys thou hast thou would st should still

.

Last in their Pride and would st not take it ill ,

’

If rudely from sweet Dreams ( and for a Toy)

Thou wert w k d ? He wakes himself that does
’

en joy
a a

1 5
 S ir J ohn S uc kl in g
Fruition adds no new Wealth but destroys
And while it pleaseth much the Palate cloys , ,

Who thinks he shall be happier for that

, ,

As reasonably mi ght hope he might grow fat

By eating to a S urfeit this once past
What relishes ? even Kisses lose their Taste ,

Urge not tis ne essary las we know

’
a
The homeliest Thing whi h Mankind does is so
c ,
c
The World is of a vast E x tent we s e e,
And must be peopled children there must be ,

S must Bread too but since there are enou gh

o

Born to the Drudgery what need we plough ? ,

Women j y d ( whate er before t have been )

en o
’ ’ ’

Are like Romances read or Si ghts once seen

Fruition dull and spoils the Play much more
’
,

Than if one read or knew the Plot before

s , ,

Tis E xpectation m akes a Blessin g dear

’

Heaven were not Heaven if we knew what it were ,

.

And as in Prospects we are there pleased most

Where somethi g keeps the E y from bein g lost
n e
And leaves us Roo m to g ess so here Restraint ,

Holds up Delight that with E x cess would faint

u

They who know all the Wealth they have are p or

.

o
He s only rich that cannot tell his S tore
’
.
,

A n o th e r o f the Sa m e ,

aga in s t F r u i t i o n
FIE upon Hearts that burn with m l Fire ut u a
I hate two Minds that breathe but one Desire
Were I to curse h unhallowed sort of Men
t
’

I d wish them to love and be l d again

,
’ ’
ov
Love s a Camelion that lives on mere Air
.

And surfeits when it come to grosser Fare

,

16
 S i r J ohn S uc kl in g
Hate and Fancy me t and stand e
h d by Love in Folly hand
,

U ’ ’
nt ou c
Folly was dull but Love ran well
s

S Love and Folly were in H ll

, ,

o e .

’
TIS now since I sat down befor e
That foolish Fort a Heart
( Time strangely spent ) a Year and m re
,

And still I did my Part

o ,

Made my Approaches from her Hand

Unto her Lip did rise , ,

And did already understand ,

The Language of her E yes .

Proceeded on with no less Art

My Ton gue was E ngineer ,

I thought to undermine the Heart ;

By whisperin g in the E ar .

When this did Nothing I brought do wn

Great cannon oaths and shot ,

A thousand thousand to the Town

-
,

And still it yielded not .

,

I then l d to starve the Place

re s o v
’

By cutting ff all kisses

O
Praying and gazin g in her Face ,

And all su h little B lisses

c .
,

To draw her out and from her S tren gth

I drew all Batteries in , ,

And brought myself to lie at len gth ,

As if no siege had been .

When I had done what Man could do

And thought the Place mine own ,

The E nem y lay quiet too ,

And smiled at all was done .

1 8
 S ir J o hn S uck l in g
I sent to know from whence and wher e
These Hopes and this Relief ?
A S py i f m d Honour was there
n or
’

And did command in Chie f ,

W
March march quoth I the Word straight give
Let s los no Time but leave her
’
,

e
, , ,

That Grant upon Air will live

And hold it out for ever .
,

T such a Place our Camp remove

As will no S iege abide
0 ,

I hate a Fool that starves her Love

O nly to feed her Pride
,

B all a d on a e dd in g
ITE L L thee Dick where I have been
Where I the rarest Things have seen
, , ,

0 Things without Compare

,

S uch S i ghts a gain cannot be found

,

I n any Place on E nglish Ground

Be it at Wake or Fair .
,

At Charing Cross hard by the Way

Where we ( thou k ow st ) do sell our
,

h
’

There is a House with S tairs

And there did I see coming down
S uch Folk as are not in our Town
Forty at least in Pairs
, ,
.
,

Amongst the rest one p l fine est

’
e nt

( His Beard no bi gger thou gh tha thine ) n

Walk d on before the Best
’

Our Landlord looks like nothin g to him

The King ( God bless him twould undo him ’
,

S hould he go still so drest .

I9
 S 1 r J o hn S uck l i ng
At Course Park without all Doubt
a-
He should have first been taken out
-
,

By all the Maids i h Town ’

t
’

Though lusty Roger there had been

O Little George upon the Green
,

O Vincent of the Cro wn

,

r .

But wot you what ? the Youth was going

To make an E d of all the wooing
n
Th Parson for him
e yd s ta
’

Yet by his Leave ( for all h i Haste )

He did not so much wish all past
s

( Perchan e ) as did the Maid

c .

The Maid ( and thereby hangs a Tale)

For such a Maid no Whitsun Ale
, ,

Could ever yet produce

No Grape that s kindly ripe could be
’

S round so plump so soft as she

, ,

Nor half so full of Juice

o , , ,

Her Fin ger was so small the Ring

Would not stay on which they did brin g ,

It was too wide a Peck , ,

And to say Truth ( for out it must ) ,

It looked like the great Collar just

, , ,

About our young colt s Neck ’

.

Her Feet beneath her Petticoat

Like little Mice stole in and out ,

As if they f d the Light ,

ea r
’
,

But O she dances such a Way

No S upon an E aster day
un
,

Is half so fine a S i ght

-

He would h ave kis ed her once or twice

But she would not she was so nice
s

S h would not do t in S ight

, ,
’

And then she l k d as who should say

e ,
’
oo
I will do what I list to day
And you shall do t at Night
-

’
.

20
 S i r J o hn S uck l in g
The B m of the Kitchen s great
us es s
’

For it is fit that Men should eat

Nor was it there d y d en
’

Passion me how I run on !

0
’

There s that that would be thought upon

’
,

( I trow) beside the Bride .

Now Hats fly ff and Youths carouse o

Healths first g round and then the House ,

The Bride s came thick and thick

o ,
’

And when twas m d another s Health

’
na
’ ’

Perhaps he made it hers by stealth ,

And who could help it Dick ? ,

,

O the sudden up they rise and dance

n
Then sit again and sigh and glance , ;

Then dan e again d kiss an

,

Thus several Ways the Time did pa s

c
s

Whil t ev ry Woman wi h d her pla e

’
s
’
s
’

And ev ry Man wi h d his

c
’ ’
s .

By this Time all we e stolen aside r

To counsel and undress the Bride ,

But that he must not know

But yet twas thou ght he g d her Mind
’
ues s
,
’

And did not mean to stay behind ,

Above an Hour or so .

When he came in Di k there she lay

Like new f l l snow meltin g away , c ,
’
n

( Twas Time I trow to part )

a ,
’

Kisses were now the only S tay , ,

Which soon she gave as who would say

God b w y with all my Heart
’ ’ ’
.

But just as H would have to cros it e av n

’
s

In cam e the Bride with the Posset

The Bridegroom ate in spite
For had he left the Women to t ,
’

It would have co t two Hours to do t

, ,
’

Which were too much that Ni ght

s ,

22
 S ir J o hn S uck l in g
At length the candle s out and now ’

All that they had not done they do ,

\Vh that is who can tell

at ?

But I believe it was no more

Than thou and I have done befor e
With Bridget and with Nell .

H N Lover whatso ver

O E ST e
If in all thy Love there ever
, ,

Was one w i g Thought if thy Flam

’
av r n e
Were not still even still h same t e
,

Know this ,

Thou l amiss ov s t
’
,

And to love true ,

Thou must begin again and love anew

,

,
,

I f when she appears i h Room ’

t
’

Thou dost not quake and are stru k dumb ,

And in striving this to cover ,

Dost not speak thy Words twice over ,

Know this ,

Thou l amiss ov s t
’
,

And to love true ,

Thou must begin again and love anew ,

.

I f fondly thou dost not mistake

And all Defects for Graces take ,

P d
e r s ua
’
thyself that Jests are broken
st
,

When she has Little or Nothing poken ,

Know this
S ,

Thou l amiss ov s t
’
,

And to love true ,

Thou must begin again and love anew .

If when thou pp a to be within ’

ear s t
Thou l Men ask and ask a gain
’
et st
,

And when thou answerest if it be

To what was asked thee properly ,
, ,

23
 S i r J o hn S uck l in g
Know this
Thou l amiss ’
ov s t
,

And to love true ,

Thou must begi and love anew

n .

If when thy Stomach calls to eat

Thou not Fingers stead of Meat
’
c u tt s t
’
,

And with much gazing on her Face ,

Dost not rise hungry from the Place

Know this ,

Thou l amiss ’
ov s t
,

And to love true ,

Thou must begin again and love anew

, ,

If by this thou dost discover

That thou art no perfe t Lover
And desirin g to love true
c ,

Tho dost begin to love anew

, ,

Know thi
u

Thou l amiss
s,
’
ov s t
And to love tr e ,

Thou must begin again and love anew

,
u ,

O UT upon it I have loved

Three whole Days together
,

And am like to love three m ore

If it prove fair Weather .
,

Ti m e shall moult away his Wings

E he shall discover ,

I n the whole wide World again

re

S uch a constant Lover .

But the Spite on t is no Praise

’

I s due at all to me , ,

Love with me had made no S tays

Had it any been but she .
,

24
 S ir J o hn S uc kl i n g
O Sigh i m p i d ruins more
’
ne r s on

Than E arthquakes have done heretofore

S he s fair etc
’
, .

When I am hun gry I do eat

And cut no Fingers stead of m eat ,
’

Nor with much Gazing on her Face

Do e er rise h n gry from the Pla e
,
’
c

S he s fair etc
u .

’
.
,

A gentle Round fill d to the Brink ’

To thi and t other Friend I drink

s
’

And when tis m d anoth er Health

’
na
’ ’

I never make it hers by S tealth

s ,

S he s fair etc
.

’
, .

Bla kfriars to me and old Whitehall

c

Is even as mu h as is the Fall

O f Fountains on a pathless Grove
c

And nourishes as mu h my Love c

,

S he s fair etc
.

’
, .

I vi it talk do Busine s play

s

And for a need laugh out a Day

, , s ,
,

Who does not thus in Cupid s s hool

, ,
’

He makes not Love but plays the Fool

c ,

S he s fair etc
, .

’
.
,

L o v e a n d D e bt a l i k e
T r o ub l e s o m e
T HI one Reque t I make to him that sits the Clouds
S
bove
s

That I were freely out of Debt as I am out of Love

a ,

Then for to dance to drink and sin g I hould be very ,

willin g , ,
s

I should not owe a Lass a Kiss nor ne er a Knave a

,
’

S hilling
,

26
 S ir J o hn S uc kl in g
Tis only b ing in Love and Debt that breaks us of
’
e
our Rest
And he that is quit out of both of all the World is
,

e ,

He se s the Golden Age wherein l l Things were

e a
free and common ,

He eats he drinks he takes his Rest he fears no Man ,

or Woman , , ,

Thou gh Croesus compassed great Wealth yet he still

.

craved more ,

He was as needy a Beggar still as goes from Door to

,

Door ,

Though O vid were a merry Man Lov ever kept him

.

e
sad ,

He was as far from Happiness as one that is stark

,

O Merchant he in Goods is rich and full of Gold

ur

and Treasure , ,

But when he thinks upon his Debts that Thought de,

stroys his Pleasure ,

Courtier thinks that he s p f d whom every

.

’
O ur r e e rr
’

Man envies ,

When Love so rumbles in his Pate no Sleep comes in

his E yes ,

Gallant s Case is worst of all he lies so just b

.

O ur
’
e
twixt them ,

For he s in Love and he s in Debt and knows not

’
,
’

which most h him ve x t

’
,

But he that can eat B ef and feed on Bread which is

.

e
so brown
May satisfy his Appetite and owe no man a Crown
,

And he that is content with Lasses clothed in plain ,

Woollen
May co l his Heat in every Pla e he need not to be
o
,

sullen ,

Nor sigh for Love of Lady fair for this each wi e

,

Man knows ; s

A good S tu ff under Flannel lies as under silken

S

Clothes .

27
 S ir J o hn S uck l i ng

L ov e s R e p r e s e n tat i o n
’

L A I N G her Head upon my Br ast

E N e
There on Love s Bed she lay to rest ’

My panting Heart k d her asleep r oc

’

My heedful E yes the Watch did keep ,

Then Love by me being h b d ther ar o ur

’
e,
In Hope to be his Ha binger r
Desire his Rival kept the Door ,

For this of him I begged no more ,

But that our Mistress to entertain ,

S ome pretty Fancy he would frame

,

And represe t it in a Dream n

,

O f which myself should give the Theme

Then fi st these Thoughts I bid him show
.

r
Which only he and I did know
y d in Duty and Respect
,
A
’
rr a
And not in F i that reflect a nc e s
,

Then those of Value next present ,

d by all the World s Consent

,
App ro v
’ ’

But to distin guish mine asunder

l l d they must be in Wonder
,

Ap p
’
ar e
S uch a Device then I would have
.

A S ervice not Reward should crave

S
A i d in spotless Innocen e
, , ,
’
tt r

Not S elf respe t nor no Pretence

c ,

c
Then such a Faith I would have shown
-
,

And heretofore was never k o wn n

Cl h d with a constant cl ar Intent
.

’
ot e
Professin g always as it meant , ,

And if Love no such Garments have ;

My Mind a Ward obe is so brave r

,

That there sufficient he may see ,

To clothe Impossibility
Then beamy Fetters he sh l l find
.

a
By Adm iration subtly twined ,

That will keep fast the w Thought ,

a nt o n s t
’

That e er I magination wrought

’

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 S ir J o hn S uck l in g
By Points they make in h Air and sooner say t
’

By what right Line the last Star made his Way ,

That fled from Heaven to E arth than guess to know

How our Love first did sprin g or how they g ow ,

r
Love is all Spirit F i i may
s ,
.

a r e s s o o ne r
Be taken tardy when they N i gh tricks play t
Than we we are too dull and lumpish rather
-
,

, .

THE crafty Boy that had full oft y d assa

’

To pierce my stubborn and resisting Breast

But still the Bluntness of his Darts b y d e t ra
’
,

l d at last of setting up his Rest

,
’
Res o v
E ither my wild unruly Heart to ta m e
,

O quit his Godhead and his Bow disclaim

, ,

r .

S all his lovely Looks his plea ing Fires

o
All his weet Motions all his takin g S miles ,
s ,

All that awakes all that i fl m Desires

s , ,

n a es
All that by sweet Commands all that beguiles
, ,

He does into one Pair of E yes convey , ,

And there begs Leave that he himself may stay ,

.

And there he brings me where h i Ambush lay s

S ecure and careless to a stranger Land

,

And never warning me which was foul Play

Does make m lo e by all this Beauty s and
,

e c
,

t
,

Wh re first struck dead I did at last recover

s .

e
To know that I might only live to love her ,
.
,

S I ll be sworn I do and do confess

’
o
The blind Lad s Power whilst he inhabits there
’
,

But I ll be even with him evertheless

’
n
If e er I hance to m eet with him elsewhere
’
,

If other E yes invite the Boy to t rry

c .

a
I ll fly to hers as to a S anct ary
’
u .
,

30
 S i r J o hn S uck l in g
I R I H send me back my Heart
P T EE
S ince I cannot have thine
,

For if from yours you will not part ,

Why then hould st thou hav mine ?

,

S
’
e
,

Yet now I think on t let it lie ’

To find it were in vain

, ,

For h hast a Thief in either E y

t
’
,

e
Would steal it back again .

Why should two Hearts in one Breast lie

And yet not lodge together ? ,

0 Love where is thy S ympathy

If thus our Breasts thou sever ?

W
But Love is such a Mystery
I cannot find it out ,

For when I think I m best l d ’

r es o v
’

I then am in most Doubt .

,

Then Farewell Care and Farewell oe ,

I will no longer pine
For I ll believe I have her Heart
’

As much as she hath mine .

,

I AM c o n firm a Woman can

’
d
Love this or that or any Man
This Way she s melting hot
,
’
,

To morrow swears she knows you not ,

If she but a new O bject find

-

Then strai ght she s of another Mind ’

,

Then hang me Ladies at your Door

.

If e er I dote upon you more

’
, ,

.
,

I f still 1 love the fairsome ( why ?

For nothing but to please my E y ) e

3I
 S ir J o hn S uc kl in g
And so the fat and soft k i d Dame s nn
’

I ll fl atter to appease my Flam e

’

For she that s musical I ll long

’ ’

When I am sad to sing a S ong

Then hang me Ladies at your Door ,

If e er I dote upon you more

’
, ,

.
,

I ll give my Fancy Leave to range

’

Throu gh everywhere to find out Chan ge

The Black the Brown the Fair shall be ,

But O bjects of Variety

, ,

I ll court you all to serve my Turn

:
’

But with such Flames as shall not burn ,

Then han g me Ladies at your Door

If e er I dote upon you more
’
, ,

.
,

I RIP spare me gentle Boy

THE E
Press me no more for that li ght Toy ,

S
,

That foolish Trifle of a Heart ,

I swear it will not do its Part

Thou gh thou dost thine mp l y thy Power and Art , e
,

o
’
st .

For through long Custom it known na s

The little S ecret and grown IS

S llen and wise will have its Will

s,

u
And like old Hawks pur ues that still
, ,

That makes least Sport flies only wh can kill

, ,
s
’
, e re t .

S ome Youth that has not made his Story

Will think per han e the Pain the Glory ’
,

And mannerly fit out Love Feast

, c c , 5
’

I shall be carvin g of the best

s ;

Rudely call for the last Course fore the Rest ,

’
.

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 S ir J ohn S uck l in g
Hast thou m k d the Crocodile s Weeping
ar
’ ’

O the Fo x s S leepin g ?
,
’
r

O hast viewed the Pea ock in his Pride

r

O the Dove by his Bride

c ,
r

When he courts for his Lechery ? ,

0 so fi kle 0 so vain 0 so false so false is

c
Th S d O
,

Act IV ,

e a n e,
,

. 5 0.

H i s D r e am
ON a still silent Ni ght scarce coul d I number
O ne of the Clock but that a golden Slumber
Had lo ked my S ense fast and carried me
,

Into a World of blest Felicity

c s ,

I know not how first to a Garden where ,

The Apri ot the Cherry and the Pear

: ,

The Strawberry and Plum were fairer far

c , , ,

Than that eye plea ing Fruit that aused the Jar ,

Betwi x t the Goddes e and tempted m ore

-
s c

Than fair Atlanta s Ball though gilded o er

s s,
’ ’
, .

I gaz ed awhile on these and presently

A silver Stream ran softly gliding by ,

Upon whose Banks Lilies m ore white than Snow ,

New fallen from Heaven with Violets mi x ed did , ,

g ow
, ,

Who e S ent so hafed the N gh b air that you

r
ei ou r -
Would softly swear that Arabi S pices grew
s c c ,
c
Not far from thence or that the Place had been
With Musk prepared to entert in Love s Queen ,
’

Whilst I admired the River passed away ,

a .

And up a Grove did spring green as in May ,

,
,

When April had been moist upon whose Bushes ;

The pretty Robins Nightingales and Thrushes
Warbled their Notes so sweetly that my E ars ,

Did judge at least the Music of the S phere ,

s .

34
 S ir J o hn S uc k l i n g
But her my gentle Dream conveyed me
Into h Place where I m ost longed to see
e
t e
My Mistress Bed who some few Blushes pa t
’
,

And smiling F owns contented was at last

To let me Touch her Neck I not content
t ,

With that slipp d to her Breasts

e
,

And then I waked

,

.
,

B r e nn o ra l t G az in g o n
Fr a nc e lia A s l e e p
SO Misers look up n their Gold which while
o
They joy to see they fear to lose the Pleasure ,

O the S i ght scarce equ lling the Jealousy

,
’
a
O f being dis d by O thers
os s e s s
’

Her Fa e is ike the Milky Way i h Sk y

.

’ ’
t
A Meetin g of gentle Lights without Name
c ,

Heavens shall this fresh O rnament

.

O f the World this precious Loveliness

Pass with other common Thin gs among st
,
’

The Wa tes of Time ? What Pity twere

,

s
,
’

B r ennor a l t, Ac t III .

35
 S i r J o hn S uc kl in g
N O, no fair Heretic it n ds must be ee
But an Ill love in me
, ,

A d worse for thee

-

n
For were it in my P w
.

’
o r,

To love thee now this Hour

More than I did the last
I would then so fall
I might not love at all
Lov that can flow and can admit I ncrease
.

e
Admits as well an E b b and may grow less
,

.
,

Tru Love is still the same the torrid Z ones

e
And those more fri gid ones , ,

It must not know ,

For Love grow cold or hot

.

n
I s Lust or Friendship not
The Thing we have ,

For that s a Flame would die

.

Held down or up too hi gh ,

Then think I love m ore than I can express

And would love more—could I but love thee less ,

IV i
.
,

Ag l A a ur a , ct . . sc . .

The M e t a m o r ph o s i s
THE little Boy to how his Mi ght and Power
S
Tu rn d
’
I o to a Cow Narcissus to a Flower
, ,

Tra n s form d
’
Apollo to a homely Swain
,

And Jov himself into a Golden Rain

e
,

Thes Shapes were tolerable but by the Mass

.

e
He s metamorphosed me into an Ass
’
, ,
.
,

36
 S i r J o hn S uck l in g
S ek only to l k thy S tate
’
e o e r oo
Whereto thou art d m d by Fate ?c on e n
’
,

Then let me love my Corydon

By Love s Leave him love alone
’
,

For I have read of S tories oft

,

That Love hath Wings and soars aloft , .

Then let me grow in my Desire

Though I be m y d in that Fire
a rt r
’
,

For Grace it is eno gh for me

But only to love such as he
u

For never sh l l my Thoughts b base

a e
Though luckless yet without Disgra e c
,

Then let him tha my Love shall blame

,

t
O clip Love s Wings or quench Lov s Flame
’ ’
r e .

W
To M as t e r J o h n H al e s o f
E to n
hether th s Lines do you fi nd out
e e
Putting clearing of a Doubt
or

( Whether Predestination
,

O reconcilin g Three in O
r ne ,
O the Unriddling how M di
r en e,
And liv at onc etern lly
e e a
Now take you up ) know tis decreed ’

You straight b estride the College steed

W
Leave Socinus and the S cho l m en
-

( Which Jack Bond swears do but fool Men )

And come to Town tis fit you sh ow ’
,

Yourself abroad that Men m know ay

( Whate er some learned Men have g

,

d) ’
’
ue s s

That O racles are not yet d ceas

’

There you shall find the Wit and ine

Flowing alike and both divine
38
 Si r J ohn S uck lin g ’

Dishes with Names not known in Books

And less among the College Cooks ,

With Sau e so preg ant that you need

-
,

n
N stay till Hun ger bids you feed
c
ot
The S weat of learned Jonson s Brain
.

And gentle S hakespeare s easier Strain ’

,

A Hackney coach conveys you to ,

In S pite of all that Rain can do

-
,

And for your E i gh p you sit te e n e n ce

The Lord and Judge of all fresh Wit
News in one Day as mu h w have here
.

As serves all Windsor for a Y ear

c

And which the Carrier brin gs to you ,

After t has here been found not true

’

Then think what Com pany s d ig d

.

’ ’
es n
To meet you here Men so fi d re n
’

Their very comm on talk at Board

,

Makes wise or mad a young Court lord

And makes him capable to be
-
,

Umpire in Fathe s Company

’
5 r
’

Where no Disputes nor forced Def nce

.

e
O f a Man s Person for his S ense
’

Take up the Time all strive to be

Masters of Truth as Victory

W
And where you come I d boldly swear
,
’

A Sy od might as eas ly err

n
,
’
.

HY so pale and wan fond Lover ?

Prithee wh y so pale ? ,

Will when look n g well can t move her

W
,
’
i
Looking ill prevail ?
, ,

Prithee why so pale ?

,

Why so dull and mute youn g Sinner ?

Prithee why so mute ? ,

ill when speakin g well an t win her

,

c
’

S aying nothin g do ?
, ,
’
t
Prithee why so mute
,
?

39
 Si r J ohn Suc kl i n g
Quit uit for Sham this will not mov e, e,
T is cannot take her
, ,

I f of herself h wi l l not love

.

s e
Nothing can make her ,

The Devil take her

Ag l m A IV au , ct . se . i .

F I it up fill it up to the Brink

LL
When the Pots cry Clink , ,

And the Pockets hink C

,

Then tis a merry World !

’
,

To the best to the best have at her 2

And a Pox take the Woman hater , ,

The Prince of Darkness is a Gentleman

-

M / Ili / m is his Name

a zu, a
l

—l G bl i Act I I I
.

e o ns , .

C M l h S tate stay
O E, et t e
And drink away ,

Ther is no Busin ss abov it

e e e
I t warms the cold Brain ,

Makes us peak in high Strain S

,

He s a Fool that does not approve it

’

The Macedon Youth

.

Left behind him this Truth

That Nothing is done with much Thinking ,

H drank d he fought
,

e an
Till he h d what he sought
Th World was his own by hard Drinking
a ,

l Act I I i
e
—B m
.

r nor a t, . 50
. .

i 1 i
Th o
s me ro m K
c ( III i v ) w ere oor
s f i ng L ea r . . h p To m

P i
s ngs

Mo o
r e r
lle Me
Th e
d
e t l
nc
he
e '
of Da k n ss i s a g
d a nd ah u
n ma n ,

tri t r fie t e t
s ca

l ew ere owever (
.

E s h , h IV . h e is th e bu a y nd of h f .

40
S i r C ha rl e s Se d l e y
P I I Men say that all my Vows
H L L S,
Are to thy Fortune paid
Al as my Heart he little knows
Who thinks my Love a Trade .

Were I of all these Woods the Lord

O Berry from thy Hand
ne
,

More real Pleasure would afford

Than all my large Command .

My humbl Lov has learnt to live

e e
O what the nicest Maid
n
Without a conscious Blush may give ,

Beneath the Myrtle S hade ,

P HI I is my only Joy
LL S
Faithless as the Winds or Seas ,

S omet i mes comin g someti m es coy

,

Yet she never fails to pleas

, ,

e
If with a Frown
I am cast down
Phillis smiling ,

And beguiling
Make me happier th n before
s a
,
.

Though alas ! too late I find

Nothing can her Fancy fix
,

Yet the Moment h is kind e

,

I forgive h all her Tricks

s ,

er

42
 S ir
WC h a r l e s Se l e
hich though I see
I can t get free
S h deceiving
I believing
e
’
,

,
d y
,

What need Lovers wish for more ?

H AR not my Phillis how h Birds

E S t e
Their f h d Mates salute ?
eat er
’

They tell their Passion in their Words

Must I alone be mute ?
P hi l l i s , wi tlz ou t Fr own or S mi l e,
S a t a nd k notted a l l tfie w/zi l e .

The God of Love in thy bright E ye s

Does like a Tyrant reign

But in thy Heart a Child he lies ,

Without his Dart or Flame .

P /z i l l i s , wi tfiou t Fr own or S mi l e,
S a t a nd knotted a ll ti l e w/zi l e .

Som ny Months Silence p d

a 1n as s
’

And yet in raging Love

Might we l l deserve one Word at last ,

My Passion should approve .

P /zi l l zlf, wi t/t ou t Fr own or S mi l e,

S a t a nd k notted a l l t/ze w/zi l e .

Must then your faithful Swain expire

And not one Look obtain ,

Which he to soothe his fond Desire ,

Mi ght pleasin gly e x plain

, ,

P h i l l i s , wi t hou t Fr own or S m i l e ,
S a t a nd k n otted a l l ti re wni l e .

43
 S ir Ch a r l e s S d l e y e

To a D e v o ut You ng
G e n t l e w o ma n
P HI I this early eal assuage
L L S, Z
You over act o r Part u
,

Martyrs at your Tender Age y

-

Th e
Gav H but half th ir Heart
e e av n
’
e .

O l d Men ( till p st h Pl asure ) ne er

’
a t e e
Declaim against the Si n
Tis arly to begin to fear
’
e
Th Devil at Fifteen
. e .

The World to Y outh is severe to o

And like a treacherous Light ,

Beauty the Actions of the Fair

, ,

E xposes to their S ight

'

And yet this World as l d as tis o

’

I s oft deceived by too ,

’
t
,

Kind Combinations s ldom miss e

L t s try what we can do
e
’
.
,

The E xt ravaga n t
I AM a lusty lively Lad
A i d at O and Twenty,
’
ne
My Father left me all he had
rr v ,

Both Gold and S ilver plenty ,

Now he s in Grav I will b brav

.

’
e, e e,
The Ladies shall adore me
Il l court and kiss what Harm s in this ?
’ ’

My Dad did so before me ,

.

44
 S i r Ch a r l e s S e d l ey
A H, Chloris that I now could sit
d as when
’
As u n c o nc e r n
Your infant Beauty could beget ,

No Pleasure nor no Pain .

When I the Dawn used to admire

And praised the coming Day ,

I little thought the growing Fire ,

Must take my Rest aw y a .

Your Charms in harmless Childhood lay

Like Metals in the Mine ,

Age from no Face took more away

Than Youth l d in thine
c on ce a
’
.
,

But as your Charms insensibly

To their Perfection p d res s
’

Fond Love as p i d did fly

un e r ce v
’
,

And in my Boso m rest .

,

My P ssion with your Beauty grew

And Cupid at m y Heart
a
,

S till as his Mother f d you

,
’
a vo u r

Threw a new flaming Dart .

,

E ach gloried in their wanton Part

To make a Lover he
E m p l y d the utmost of his Art
,
’
o
To make a Beauty she .

Thou gh now I slowly bend to Love

Uncertain of my Fate ,

I f your fair S elf m y Chains approve ,

I shall my Freedom hate .

,

Lovers like dying Men may well

At first d i d d be
,

s or
’
,

S in e none alive truly tell

er
ca n
What Fortune they m ust
c

see .

46
 S ir Ch a r l e s S ed l ey
L still has something of the S
O VE e a,
From whence his Mother rose
N Time his Slaves from Do bt can free
0
,

Nor give their Thoughts Repose

u ,

They are b l m d in clearest Days

e ca
’

And in rough Weather tost ,

They wither under cold Delays

O are in Tempests lost
,

r .

O newhile they seem to tou h the Port c

Then straight into the Main ,

S ome angry Wind in cr el S port

The Vessel drives again
u

At first Disdain and Pride they fear

Whi h if they chance to s ape
c
’
c
,

Rivals and Fal ehood so n appear

,

o
,

In a more dreadful Shape

s

By su h Degrees to Joy they come

And are so long withstood
c ,

S slowly they re eive the S m

,

It hardly does them good

o c u ,
.

’
Tis cruel to prolong a Pain
And to defer a Joy ,

Believe me gentle C l m ,

e e e ne
O fi d the win ged Boy
,
'

en s .

An hun dred thousand O aths your Fears

Perhaps would not remove
And if I gazed a thousand years ,

I ould no de per love

c e .

F A I R Aminta art thou mad

To let the World in me
,

E nvy Joys I never had

And censure the m in the ? ,

47
 S i r Ch a rl e s S e d l e y
F i ll d with Grief for what is past
’

Let us at length be wise ,

And to Love s true E njoyments haste

’
,

S ince we have paid the Price .

Love does easy S ouls despise

Who los themselves for Toys
e
,

And E scape for those devise ,

Who taste his utmost Joys ,

Love should like the Year be w d cr o n

’

With sweet Variety

, ,

Hope hould in the Sprin g abound

Kind Fears and J l i
s ,

e a ou s e .

In the S ummer Fl w sho ld rise

o
’
rs

And in the Autumn Fruit

u

His S prin g doth else but mock our E yes

And in a Sco ff salute .
,

Ad v i c e to th e O ld B e au x
SC RA no more your harmless Chins
PE
O ldBeaux in Hope to please
You should repent your former S ins
Not study their In rease c
,

You ng a wk wa r d Top s may s k oek ou r S i g/i t

B u t y ou of end by D ay a nd N i glz t .

In vain the Coachman turns about

And whips h dappled Bays
t e
When the old O gler looks out ,

We turn away our Face .

Tr u e L ov e a nd You tl z wi l l ev er ck a r m
B u t, ootk rw
fi cted, ca nnot wa r m
’
.

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o hn Wil mo t Ea rl o f ,

R o ch e s t e r
AL L my past Life is mine no more
The flyin g Hour are gone ,

Like tran itory Dream gi o er

s
’ ’
v n

Whose Images are kept in S tore

s s

By Memory alone .

The Time that is to come is not

How it then be mine
can
,

The present Moment s l l my Lot ’

a
,

And that as fast as it is got ,

Is Phillis only thine

,
,

,
.
,

Then talk not of Inconstancy

False Hearts and broken Vows ,

If I by Miracle can be ,

This live long Minute true to thee

Tis all that H allows
-
, ,
’ ’
e av n .

To C o r inn a
W HA cruel Pains Corinna takes
T
To force that harmless Frown ,

When not one Charm her Fa e forsakes ,

Love annot lose his own

c
c .

50
 J o hn Wi l mo t
So sweet a Face so soft a Heart
Su h E yes so very kind , ,

Betray al as the silly Art

c ,

Virtue had ill d ig d

,
-
es n
’
.

Poor f eble Tyrant ! who vain

e in
Would proudly take upon her
Against kind N ature to m aintain
O ffi i Rules of Honour
c ou s .

The s orn h bears so h lpless proves

e e
When I plead Passion to her
c s

That much she fears ( but more h love ) ,

s e
Her Vassal should undo her
s

R M Room for a Blade of the Town

OO
That take Delight in Roaring
,

Who all Day long rambles up and down ,

And at night in the S treets lies snoring ,

That for the noble Name of S park

Does his Companions rally
Commits an O utrage m the Dark ,

Then slinks into an Alley .

,

To every Female that he meets

He swears he bears A ffection ,

Defies all Laws Arrest and Cheats s

,

By the Help of a kind P rotection

,

When he intending further Wrongs

By some resenting Cully
Is decently run through the Lungs ,

And there s an E d of Bully

’
n
,

A N Age in her E mbraces past

Would seem a Winter s Day ’

Where Light and Life with envious Haste ,

Are torn and h away s nat c t .

S I
 J o hn
But oh how slowly Minutes roll
When absent from her E yes
That fed my Love which is my S oul
It languishes and dies
W i l mo t

.
,

For then no more a Soul but Shade

It mournfully doth move ,

And haunts my Breast by Absence made ,

The living Tomb of Love ,

You wiser Men despise me not

Whose Love sick Fancy raves
, ,

O S hades of S ouls and H knows what

-

’
n e av n
S hort Ages live in Graves
,

Whene er those wounding E yes so full

’

O f S weetness you did see

,

Had you not been profoundly dull

, ,

You had gone mad like me .

,

Phillis be gentler I advise

Mak up for Time mis spent
,

e
, ,

When B auty on her Death bed lies

-
,

e
Tis high Tim to repent
-
,
’
e .

S uch is the Malice of your Fate

That makes you old so soon ,

Y our Pleasure ever comes too late ,

However soon b gun e .

Think what a wretched thing is she

Whose S tars contriv in Spite e
The Morning of her Love should be
.

Her fading Beauty s Night ’

.

Then if to make yo r Ruin more u

You ll peevishly be coy
,
’
,

Die with the S candal of a Whore ,

And never know h Joy t e .

,

52
 J o h n Wi l mo t
W o ma n s H ono u r
’

L O VEbid me hope and I obey d ’

Phillis continued still unkind ,

Then you may e en despair he said

:
’

In vain I strive to change her Mind , ,

Honour s got in and keeps her Heart

’

Durst h but venture once abroad

e
,

I n my own Ri ght I d take your Part ’

,

And show myself a mightier G d o .

This hu ffi n g Honour domine rs e

I n Brea ts where h alone h Place
s e as
But if true generous Love appears
The Hector dares not show his Face ,

Let me still langui h and complain

Be most inhumanly d y d
s ,
’
en
I have some Pleasure in my Pain ,

Sh can have non with all her Pride

,

e e .

I fall a Sacrifice to Love

Sh lives a Wret h for Honour s S ake
,
’
e
Whose Tyrant does most cruel prove
c

The d ifP is not hard to make

r e n ce .
,

Consider real Honour then

Y ou ll find hers cannot be the same
’
,

’
Tis noble Con fi dence in Men
In Women mean distrustful Shame ,

W
T he Fa ll
How blest was the reated S tate
O f Man and Woman ere they fell 1
c

Compared to our unhappy Fate

need not fear another Hell
e

54
 J o hn W i l m o t
Naked beneath cool shades they lay
E njoyment waited on Desire
, , ,

E a h Member did their Wills obey

,

Nor could a Wish set Pleasure hi gher

,

But we poor Slaves to Hope and Fear

Are never of our Joys s cure
,

e
,

They lessen still as they draw near

And none but dull Deli ghts endure ,

Then Chloris while I Duty pay

The nobler Tribute of my Heart
, , ,

Be not you so severe to say ,

You love me for a frailer Part .

G I me Leave to rail at y
VE o u,
I ask nothing but my due
To call you false and then to say
You shall not keep my Heart a Day
But alas against my Will
.

I must be your Captive still

, ,

Ah be kinder then for I

.

Cannot change and would not die

, ,

Kindness has resistless Charms

All besides but weakly move ,

Fiercest Anger it disarms ,

And clips the Wings of flyin g Love

,

Beauty does the Heart invade

.

Kindness only can persuade ,

It gilds the Lover s servile chain

’

And makes the Slaves grow pleased again ,

.

Up o n L e av in g h i s M i s t r e ss
’
not that I am weary grow
Tl s n
O f being yours and yours alone
But with what Face can I incline ,

To damn you to be only mine ?

55
 J o hn W i l mo t
You whom some kinder did fashion P owr ’

By Meri t and by Inclination

,

The Joy at least of a whole Nation .

Let meaner Spirits of your S ex

With humbler Aims their Thoughts perplex
And boast if by their Arts they can ,

Contrive to make happy Man ,

on e
,

While moved by an i m partial Sense

Favours like Nature you dispense
, ,

With universal influen e c .

See,the kind S eed receivin g E arth

To every Grain affords a Birth
O her no Sh w unwelcome fall ,
’
n o
Her willin g Womb retains em all
rs ,
’

And shall my Celia be fi d ?

.

’
co n n
N live up to thy mighty Mind
0,
And be the Mistress of Mankind ,

A N from thee I languish still

B SE T
Then ask me not when I return ? ,

The strayin g Fool twill plainly kill ,

’

To wish all Day all Night to mourn ,

.

Dear from thine Arm then let me fly

That m y fanta ti Mind may prove
,
s ,

The Torments it deserves to try

s c

That tears my fixed Heart from my Love ,

When wearied with a World of Woe

To thy safe Bosom I retire
, ,

Where Love and Peace and Honour flow ,

May I contented there expire

,
,

,
,

.
,

Lest on e more wandering from that Heaven

I fall on some ba e Heart unblessed
c ,

Faithless to thee false unforgiven

s ,

And lose my everlasting Rest , ,

.
,

56
 J o hn W i l mo t
Thou art the Pilgri m s Path the blind Man s Ey
’ ’
e,
The dead Man s Life O thee m y Hopes rely
’
n
,

If I but them re m ove I surely die

.

, .

Dissolve thy S unbeams close thy Win gs and stay

See, see how I am blind and dead and stray 1
,

O h thou that art my Life m y Li ght my Way

, ,
-
, ,

Then work thy Will i I f Passion bid the flee e

My Reason shall obey my Wings shall b e
,

h d out no further than from me to thee

,
’
St re tc

M Y dear Mistress has a Heart

S oft as those kind Looks she gave
,

When with Love s resistless Art

’

And her E yes she did enslave m e

But her Constancy s so weak
.

S he s so wild and apt to wander

,
’

That my jealous Heart would break ,

S hould we liv one day asunder

,

e .

Meltin g Joy about her move

Killing Pleasures wounding Blisses
s ,

S h can dress her E yes in Love

, ,

e
And her Lips can warm with Kisses ,

Angels listen when she speaks

.

S h s my Delight all Mankind s Wonder

,
’ ’
e
But my jealous Heart woul d bre k ,
a
,

S hould we live one day asunder

,

W HI on those lovely Looks I gaz e

LE
To see a Wret h pursuing ,

In Raptures of a blest Amaze

c ,

His pleasin g happy Ruin

Tis not for Pity that I m ove
’

His Fate is too aspirin g ,

Who e Heart broke with a Load of Love ,

Dies wishing and admirin g

s , ,

58
 J o hn W i l mo t
But if this Murd r you d forego e
’

Your S lave from Death removin g ,

Let me your Art of Charming know ,

O learn you mine of Loving

,

r
But whether Death or Life betide
In Love tis equal Measure
, ,
’

The Victor lives with mpty Pride e

The V q i h d die with Pleasure
an u s
’
,

A D i al og u e
S t r ep / mu

P R I H now fond Fool give o er

T E E,
’

S ince my Heart is gone before

, ,

To what Purpose should I stay ? ,

Love commands another Way

W
.

B p / me
a

wain I knew the Time

P e rjur d S
’

When Dissembling was your Crime

,

In Pity now employ that Art

hi h first b y d to ease my Heart
c e t ra
’
,
,
.

S tr ep k on
Women can with Pleasure feign
Men dissemble still with Pain ,

What Advantage will it prove

.

I f I lie who cannot love ?

,
,

D afikne

Tell me then the Reason why

Love from Hearts in Love does fly ? ,

Why the Bird will build a Nest

Where she ne er intends to rest ?
’
,

59
 J o hn Wi l mot
S tr ej fi
lt on
Love like other little Boys
Cries for Hearts as they for Toys
, ,

Which when g i d in hildish Play ,

a n
’
,

Wantonly are thrown away, ,

c ,
.

D apk ne
Still on Wing or on his Knees
Love does nothing by degrees ,

Basely fl yin g when mo t prized ,

M anly fawning when despised

s ,

e
Flattering or i nsulting ever ,

G nerous and grateful never

e
,

All his Joys are fleeting Dreams

All his Woes severe E xt emes r .
,

S tr epkon
Nymph unjustly you inveigh
Love lik us must Fate obey ,

e
S ince tis Nature s Law to chan ge
, , .

’ ’

Constancy alone is strange ,

the Heavens in Lightnings break

.

S ee
Next in storms of Thunder speak ,

Till a kind Rain from above ,

Makes a Calm tis in Love so

’

Flames begi n our first Addres

-
,
.

Like meetin g Thunder we embrace

s,

Then you know the Showers that fall ,

Quench the Fire and quiet all

, ,

D apk n e
How should I these Showers forget
’
Twas so pleasant to be wet
They ki ll d Love I know it well’

I died all the while they fell , ,

S y at least what Nymph it is

.

a
Robs my Breast of so much Bliss ?
, ,

If she s fair I shall be eased

’

Through m y Ruin you ll be pleased ,

’
,

60
 J o hn Wi l mo t
Make it so large that fill d with S a k ’

Up to the swelling Brim , , c

Vast Toasts on the delicious Lake ,

Like S hips at S may swim e a, .

,

E n grave not Battle on his Cheek

With War I ve nought to do
’
,

I m none of those that took M i k

’
,

aes t r c
Nor Yarmouth Leaguer knew .
,

Let it no Name of Planets tell

F i d S tars and Constellations
x
’
,

For I am no S i S i d ph l
Nor none of his Relations
r ro e ,

But carve thereon a spreading Vine

Then add two lovely Boys ,

Their Limbs in amorous Folds entwine

The Type of future Joys .
,

Cupid and Bacchus my S aints are

May Drink and Love still reign ,

With Wine I wash away my Care

And then to Love again ,

Up on N o th in g
N / i g I thou E lder Brother ev n to S hade
’
ot t n
That had t a Being ere the World w made as
,

And ( well fi ) art alone of E nding not afr id

s ,

xt , a .

E Time and Place were Time and Place were not

When primitive Nothin g something straight b got
re , ,

e
Then l l pr ceeded from the great united
a o What ? ,

S omething the general At ribute of all t

d from thee its sole O rigin l
, ,
’
S a
Into thy boundless S elf m ust di i g i h d fall
e ve r , ,
’
un st n u s .

62
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J hn
Yet So m ething did thy m ighty Power command
And from fruitf l E mptiness s Hand
u
h d Men Beasts Birds Fire Air and Land
na t c
’
,
o

,
W ’

,
ilm to

, ,
,

Matter the wi k d O fl p i g of thy Race

c e
’
st
’

s r n
By Form assisted flew from thy E mbrace
,

And reb l Light b d thy reverend dusky Fa e

e o
,

s cu r
’
,

c .

With Form and Matter Tim and Place did join e

Body thy Foe with thee did Leagues ombine ,
c
To spoil thy peaceful Realm and ruin all thy Line
, ,

,
.

But T m coat Time assists the Foe in vain

u
And b i b d by thee assists thy short l i d Reig
-
,
’ ’
v n,
And to thy hungry Womb drives back thy S laves a gain
, r ,
-

Though Mysteries are barr d from laic E yes ’

And h Divine alone with Warrant pries

t e
,

Into thy Bosom where Truth in private lies , ,

Yet this of thee the Wise m y freely say a

Thou from the Virtuous nothin g tak st away ’
,

And to be Part with thee the Wicked wisely pray

, ,
,

Great Negative how vainly would the Wise

E nquire define distinguish teach devise
Didst thou not stand to point their dull philosophies
, , , , ,

I or i the Two great E nds of Fate

n ot,
A d true or false the S ubje t of Debate
s, s ,
n c
That perfect or destroy the vast Designs of Fate
, , ,

When they have k d the Politi ian s Breastra c

’
c
’

Within thy Bosom most securely rest ,

And when reduced to thee are least unsafe and best ?

, ,
,

But N / i —why does S m / i g still permit

ot t n o et z n
That sa re Monarchs should at Council sit
With Per ons hi ghly thought best for Nothing fit ?
c ,
s at

63
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Whilst weighty S m ki g modestly abstains
o
o
From Princes C fl and from S m Brains ’

ers
And Nothing there like stately Nothing reigns
,
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W ilm t o

t a te s en s

,
’

.
,

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e
’
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For whom they reverend S hapes and Forms devise
Lawn Sle ves and Furs and Gowns when they like
.

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thee look wise
,
,

.
, , ,

French Truth Dutch Prowess British Policy

Hibernian Learning S cotch Civility
, , ,

S paniards Dispatch Danes Wit are mainly se n in

, ,
’ ’
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, ,

Th great Man s Gratitude to his best Friend

e
’

Kings Promises Whores vows towards thee may

’ ’
,

bend , ,

How swiftly into thee and in thee ever end

,

, .

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 Pre fa ce
E ducated at the Jesuit College at D y S h w ll was ou a out e
at an early age incited with a desire to become a Jesuit ,

and in 5 8 he was admitted to his first vows At Rome

I 0
,

he took holy orders and at about the g of five and

.

a e
twenty undertook the dangerous enterprise of removal
,

to E n gland at a time when the penal laws against his

religionists were fatally severe For a few years he
co -
lay b d o fficiatin g for his fellow Catholics in secret
.

er u,
“
helping and gainin g so ls and writing to Rome
,

u
”
,

of the posture of affairs in the country given over so ,

strongly to the enemy Despite all his disguises his

earnestness in mastering such topics of conversation
.
,

as should tend to remove suspicion of his real char

acter and leave him free to the exercise of his faith
S outhwell was captured in 5 9 Thanksto E li z abethan ,

I 2
law the very presence of a Jesuit in this country was a
.

matter of treason and on that charge he was tri ed

condemned and in February 5 9 5 w hanged at
,
I as
,

Tyburn ,

When at Rome Southwell was known to write much

.

both poetry and prose but it was not until hortly ,

after his death that his first poems were published and
, S

then of course without any name being attached to ,

them They were at once popular with many readers

and were reprinted not—only in London but also—with
.

their author s initials Douay His writings were

’
at
,

such as to suggest the zealot marked out for martyrdom

.

not only are they devoted to religious themes but the ;

author explicitly deprecated the giving over—of poetry ,

to amorous worldly and ecular matters h even S e

went the length of taking a known poem of the latter
, ,

character and rewriting it as a d l one to how e vot 1o n a S

how easily and effectively the muse mi ght be made to
serve the cause of reli gion S h w l l work had a ou t
’

distinct e ffe t on several of the smaller writers of the

. e s
c

gre t g and perhaps we may even trace it in the

a a e,
more remarkable work of his su cessor Donne Ben
Jonson writing to the third of the poets represented in
c .

this booklet declared that could he have claimed The

,
“

Burning Babe as his own he would have been con

,
”

tent to destroy m uch that he had written That poe m .

6
 Pre fa ce
is indeed lik a bit of Blake written a coupl of
e e
centuries before the time of that mystic .

II
H NR Y C N A ( I 56 6 3) was ason of Si R bert
E O ST B L E 2- 1 1 r o
Constable of Newark At the g of sixteen h a e e
matriculated at S John s College Cambridge and
.

’
t
e arly in life despite his Protestant upbringing became , ,

a Roman Catholic ; as such E ngland—as we saw in

, ,

the case of his contemporary S outhwell was no safe -

place for him He went to France and remained

there many years His religion was not apparently
.

of the zealous chara ter of his fellow poet s for not

.

’
c
only did he not devote his poetic talent entirely to ,

religious themes but he was in correspondence with

the E n glish Court seemingly in the capacity of spy
,

He returned to E ngland on the a cession of James

.

without having secured the essential permit to do so

c

and was shortly afterwards taken and put in the ,

Tower where he remained presumably for about a year

He died at Li ege in O ctober 6 3
.

1 1
Constable enjoyed considerable pop larity as poet
.

u
in his day H wrote much in the sonnet e form
widely practised by wri ters of his time —indeed he
.

shares with S idney the honour of being first introducer

into this country of the I talian sonnet form The
first book of his of which we have record is his sonnet
.

sequence Diana whilst he further wrote—as

”

if to how that his—muse was not entirely given over

S

to worldly matters series of S piritual Sonnets a

“ ”

The best that he wrote in this form is excellent indeed

.

as will be seen herein though in many of the poems ,

he echoes the conceits which were amon g h t e

commonest poetical properties of the period at “

times he could strike a deeper note I n his pastoral ,

poems he appears in a more individu l style while his

.

a
pieces of this character are marked by the ease and ,

grace characteristic of the best lyrical poetryof the day

ofthese pastorals The Shepherd s S on g ofVenus
.

“
O ne
’

and Adonis has apart from its inherent

’
,

a 1 nt e r e s t ,
special value as being according to som authorities
, ,

, e ,

7
 P re fa ce
the poem which suggested to S hakespeare his greater
poem on the same theme That Constable whatever
might be his di fficulties with the authorities over his
.
,

relig ous di fferences was popular as a poet is su ffi iently c

shown by the refere ces to h i m in contem porary

i ,

n
literature In The Return from Parnassus written
“ ”

at about the time that the poet made his unauthorised

.
,

return from the Continent for example Constable

stands second upon the list of eleven poets good , ,
“

men and true whom Ingenioso asks Judicio to

”
,

“
censure Judi io de ls briefly but p intedly and
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punningly wi th Constable
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S C ns a b d h ak th e
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ng e ar ,
And ys up in ng p s .

W I I AM D RU MM N of Hawthornden ( 5 8 5 64 9)
LL O D 1 1
was a more voluminous writer than either of those
-

with whom he is here associated and he is also a

writer more frequently represented in the anthologi es ,

H was the eldest son of John Drummond

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laird of Hawthornden a few miles from E dinburgh ,

The poet was edu ated at E dinburgh High S chool

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and University and in 6 6 when for the

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1 0 e n r ou t e
Continent to study law he paid his first visit to
,

London After passing two or three years studying

in France he in 6 9 returned to S cotland paying his
.

1 0
second visit to London in the following year O his ,

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return home after that visit he becam e laird of
.

Hawthornden by his fa her s death and thenceforward t

’

rarely left the place with which his name is now ever ,

wedded His first poem an elegy on the death of

Prince Henry was published I n 6 3 In the following
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,

1 1
ear he married but his w fe did not long surv ve and
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,

6 6 he published a volu m e of poems inspired by

i i
y , ,

in 1 1
his love for her and his grief at her early 1
Drummond had many friends and correspondents in
05 5 .

London and 6 8 Ben Jonson walked thence

in 1 1
to E dinburgh and there made the S cots poet s
,
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acqua ntance staying with him for two or three

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G r os ar t s e d It i o n or t/z i es
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of i n th e
L i br a r : th e b s d n of S u h h h p n d .

LR r y

T he Bu r nin g B a b e
AS I in hoary Winter s night ’

S tood shiverin g in the snow

Surprised I was with sudden heat ,

Whi h made my heart to glow

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,

And liftin g up a fearful eye

To view what fire was near
A pretty Babe all burning bri ght ,

Did in the air appear , ,

Who s orch ed with ex essive heat ,

S uch floods of tears did shed

, c c ,

As thou gh His floods should quench His flames ,

Which with His tears were fed

Al as quoth He but newly born
.

” “

In fiery heats I fry

, , ,

Yet none approach to warm their hearts

O feel My fire but I
My faultless breast the furnace is
r .

The fuel woundin g thorn ,

Love is the fire and sighs the smoke

, s,

The ashes shame and scorns , ,

The fuel Justice layeth on , .

And Mercy blows the coals ,

The metal in this furnace wrought ,

Are men s d fil é d souls ’

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For which as now on fire I am

To work them to their good ,

S will I m elt into a bath

,
o
To wash them in My blood
With this He vanished out of sight
.

And swiftly hrunk away S

,

And strai ght I called unto mind

That it was Christmas day .

Ch i l d my Ch o i c e
L ET folly praise that fan y loves I praise and love c

that Child ,

Whose heart no thought Whose tongue no word

Whose hand no deed d fil d ,

e e
,

Hi m most I love Him best all praise and

.

Ip i
ra s e
love is His , ,

While Him I love in Him I live and annot live c

amiss , ,

Love s sweetest mark laud s hi ghest theme man s

.

’ ’ ’

most desired li ght , ,

To love Him life to leave Him death to live in Him ,

delight , ,

He mine by gift I His by debt thus ea h to other due

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c
First friend He was best friend He is all times will
, , ,

y Him true
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Though young yet wise though small yet strong
.

though man yet G He is

,

OD
, , ;

As wise He knows as strong He can as G He loves

,

OD
to bliss , ,

His knowledge rules His strength defends His love

.

doth herish all , ,

His birth our joy His life our light His death our end
c

of thrall , ,

Alas ! He weeps He ighs He pants yet do His

.

S
angels sin g , , ,

Out of His tears His i ghs and throbs doth bud a

;
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joyful spring ,

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O cruel fight l where fi ghtin g friend

With love doth kill a favouri ng foe
Where peace with sense is war with God ,

And self delight the seed of woe

-
,

Dame Pleasure s drugs are steeped in sin

’

Their sugared taste doth breed annoy ,

O fickle sense I beware her gin

S ell not thy soul to brittle joy
,

S co rn no t t he L e as t
W H R words are weak and foes
E E i g strong e n c ou nt r n
’

Where mightier do assault than do defend ,

The feebler part puts up enfor ed wrong c

,

And ilent sees that speech could not amend

S
,

Yet higher powers must think though they repine

.

When sun is set the little stars wi ll hine

,
,

S .
,

While pike doth range the silly tench doth fly

And crouch in privy creeks with smaller fish ,

Y et pikes are caught when little fish g by o

These fleet afloat while those do fill the dish ,

There is a time even for the worm to creep

.

And suck the dew while all her foes do sleep ,

The merlin cannot ever soar on high

Nor greedy greyhound still pursue the chase ,

The tender lark will find a time to fly

And fearful hare to run a quiet race ,

He that hi gh growth on cedars did bestow

Gave also lowly mushrooms leave to grow ,

In Aman s pomp poor M d h wept

’
ar oc eu s
Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe ,

The lazar pined while Dives feast was kept ’

Yet he to heaven to hell did Dives g ,

We trample grass and prize the flowers of May

,
o .

Yet grass is green when flowers do fade away

,

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 R b r t S uthw ll
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L oo k H o me
R I R E thoughts enjoy their own delights
ET D
As beauty doth in self beholding eye ,

Man s mind a mirror is of heavenly ights

-

A brief wherein all marvels summed lie

S ,

O f fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store

,

Most graceful all yet thought may grace them more

,
,
.

The mind a creature is yet can create

To Nature s patterns adding higher skill
’
, ,

O f finest works wit better ould the state c

If for e of wit had e qual power of will
c
Device of man in work n g hath no end
What thought can think another thought can mend
i

Man s soul of endless beauties image is

’

Drawn by the work of endless skill and might ,

This skilful mi ght gave many parks of bliss S

And to discern this bliss a native li ght ,

To frame God s image His worth required

’
as
,

His might His skill His word and will conspired

, , .

All that he had His image hould present S

All that it should present he could afford ,

To that he ould afford his will was bent ,

His will was followed with performing word

c ,

Let this su ffi ce by this con eive the rest c

H should he could he would he did the best
, ,
e , , ,
.

T i me s go by T u r n s
THE lopp ed tree in time may grow again
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower ,

The sorriest wi ght may find release of pain ;

Th d ie
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soil su k in some m i i g shower

r est c o st n n
’
,

Times go by turns and chan es change by course c

From foul to fair from better hap to worse

,
,

.
,

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 R b rt S uthw l l
o e o e

The sea of Fortune doth not ev r flow e

S h draws her favours to the lowest ebb
,

e
Her tide hath equal times to come and go
Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest ,

No joy so great but runneth to an end

No hap so ha d but may in fi amend
r ne
,

Not always fall of leaf nor ever spring

No endless ni ght yet not eternal day ,

The saddest birds a season find to sing

,

The roughest storm a calm may soon allay ,

Thus with su ceeding turns God mp h l l

c te e re t a
That man may hope to rise yet fear to fall ,
.
,

A chance may win that by mischance was lost

The net that holds no great takes little fish
I n some things all in all things none are d ,

c r os s
’

Few all they need but none have all they wish
, ,

Unmin gled joys here to no man befall

,

Who least hath some who most hath never all

, ,
.

L o v e s S e rv i l e L ot
’

L mistress is of many minds

O VE
Yet few know whom they serve
They reckon least how little Love
Their service doth deserve .

The will h robbeth from the wit

The sense from reason s lore
S e ,
’

S h is delightful in the rind

Corrupted in the core
e ,

d h Vice i Virtue s veil

’
Sh h et n
Pretendin g good in ill
e s r ou

S h off reth joy ff d h grief

’
a or et

A Kiss where h doth kill

e , ,

,
S e .

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With soothing words enthrall ed souls

Sh chains in servile bands
e
Her eye in silence hath a speech
Which eye best understands .

Her little sweet hath many sours

S hort hap immortal harms
Her loving looks are m d i g darts ur
’
r n

Her songs bewitching charms .

,

Like Winter rose and S ummer ice

Her joys are still untimely
Before her Hope behind Remorse
Fair first in fine unseemly
,
,

Moods passions fan ies jealous fits

Attend upon her train
, , c , ,

S h yieldeth rest without repose

e
And heaven in hellish pain .
,

Her house is S loth her door Deceit

And lip pery Hope her stairs
, ,

S
Unbashful boldness bids her guests
And every vice repairs .
,

Her diet is of such delights

A please till they be past
S
But then the poison kill s the heart
That did entice h taste t e .

Her sleep in sin doth end in wrath

Remorse rin gs her awake ,

Death calls her up Sham e drives her out

Despairs her upshot make ,

.
,

Plow not the seas sow not the s nds a

Leave fl your idle pain
o
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, ,

S eek other mistress for your minds

Love s service is in vain
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 R b rt S uthw l l
o e o e

I D W
C o n t e n t a n d Ri ch
in Grace s court
ELL
E nriched with Virtue s rights
Faith guides my wit Love leads my will
’

’
,

Hope all my mind delights .

,

In lowly vales I mount

To Pleasure s highest pitch ’

My illy shroud true honours brings

My poor estate is rich
s ,

My conscience is my crown
Contented thoughts my rest ,

My heart is happy in itself

My bliss is in my breast ,

E nough I reckon wealth

A mean the surest lot
That lies too high for base contempt ,

Too low for envy s shot ’

.
,

My wishes but f w ar e e
All easy to fulfil ,

I make the limits of my poure ,

Th bounds unto my will

e .

I hav hopes but e no one ,

Which is of heavenly reign
Efl attained or not desired
'

ec t s
All lower hop s refrain
, ,
e .

I feel no car of coin e

Well doing is my wealth ,

My mind to me an empire is
-

Whil grac fl d h health

e e a
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or et
,

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o e o e

I clip hi gh climbing thoughts

The wings of swelling pride
-
,

Their fall is worst that from the height

O f greatest honours slide
,

S ith sails of largest size

The stor m doth soonest tear
I bear so low and small a sail
As freeth me from fear .

I wrestle not with rage

While Fury s flam e doth burn
’

I t is in vain to stop the stream

Until the tide do turn .

But when the flame is out

And ebbing wrath doth end ,

I turn a late enraged foe ,

Into a quiet friend

A d taught with often proof
n
A tempered calm I find
, ,

To be most solace to itself

Best cur for angry mind
e
,

S pare diet is my fare

My clo hes more fit than fine
t
,

I know I feed and clothe a foe

That pampered would repine .

I nvy not their hap

e
Whom favour doth advance
I take no pleasure in their pain
That have less happy chan e c .

To ri e b y h fall'
ot ers
’

I deem a losin g gain

s

All states with others ruins built ’

To ruin run amain .

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Resort there is of non but pilgrim wights e

That pass with trembling foot and panting heart
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,

With terror cast in old and shuddering f ights

c r
They judge the place to terror framed by art ,
.

Yet Nature s work it is by art untouched

’

S
o S trait indeed so vast unto the eye ,

With such disordered order strangely couched

, ,

And so with pleasing horror low and high

, , ,
,

That who it views must needs remain aghast

Much at the work more at the Maker s might ’
,

And muse how Nature su h a plot could cast

,

Where nothing seemed wrong yet nothing right ,

,

A place for mated minds an only bower

Where every thing doth soothe a pensive mood ,

E arth lies forlorn the cloudy sky doth lour

The wind here weeps here sighs here cri s aloud
,

, ,
,

e .

The strugglin g flood between the marble groans

Then roaring beats upon the craggy sides ,

A little ff amid the pebble stones

o
With bubbling streams and purling noise it glides
, ,

The pines thick set high grown and ever green

S till clothe the place with shade and mour ing
, , ,
il n ve
Here gaping cli ff there moss grown plain is seen -

Here hope doth spring and ther again doth quail

,

,
e .

Huge massy stones that hang by tickle stay

S till threaten fall and seem to han g in fear
,

S ome withered trees ashamed of their decay

,

Beset with green are forced gray coats to wear

,
, ,

Here crystal prin gs crept out of secret vein

S
S tr i ght find some nvious hole that hides their
grace
a e

Here sered tufts lament the want of rain

Th r thunder wrack gives terror to h pl ac
e e -
t e
,

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o e o e

All pangs and heavy passions here may find

A thousand motives suited to their griefs
To feed the sorrows of their troubled mind ,

And hase away dame Pleasure s vain reliefs

c
’
,

To plainin g thoughts this vale a rest may be

To which from worldly joys they may retire ,

Where S orrow springs from water stone and tree ,

Where every thing with mourners doth conspire , ,

S here my soul m ain streams of tears afloat

et
Here all thy sinful foils alone recount
, , ,

O f solemn tunes make thou the d l f l l note ,

’
st
That to thy ditty s dolor may amount
o e u ,
’
.

When E cho doth repeat thy plaintful cries

Think that the very stones thy ins bewray
And now ac use thee with their sad replies
S ,
c

As heaven and earth hall in the later day S

,

Let former faults be fuel of the fire

For grief in li m be k of thy heart to still
c
,
’

Thy pensive thou ghts and lumps of thy desire

,

c
,

And vapour tears up to thy eyes at will .

,

Let tears to tunes and pains to plaints be p d re s s

’

And let this be the burden of thy song

, ,

Come deep Remorse pos ess my sinful breast s

Delight adieu I h b d you too long

,

s,
,

ar ou r
’
.

Up o n th e I m ag e o f D e a th
B R my fa e the pi ture hangs
E FO E c c
That daily should put me in mind
O f those old names and bitter pangs
c
That shortly I am like to find
But yet alas full little I
Do think thereon that I must die
,

, .

23
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o e o e

I of en look upon a face

t
Most ugly grisly bare and thin
I ofte view the hollow place
n
, ,

Where eyes and nose had sometimes been

I see the bones across that lie

W
Yet little think that I must die ,

I read the label underneath

That telleth me hereto I must ,

I see the sentence eke that saith

Remember man that thou art dust ”

But yet alas but seldom I

.
, ,

Do think indeed that I must die

,

Continually at my bed s head ’

A hearse doth han g which doth me tell

Th at I ere morning may be dead ,

Thou gh now I feel m yself f ll well ,

But yet alas for all his I

u

W
t
Have little mind that I must die
, ,

The gown which I do use to wear

The knife herewith I m y meat c ut
,

And eke that old and ancient chair ,

Which is my only usual seat

All these do tell me I m ust die
And yet my life amend not I .
,

My ancestors are turned to lay

And many of my m ates are gone
c ,

My youn ger daily drop away

And can I think to scape alone ?
s ,
’

No no I know that I must die

And yet my life amend not I
, ,

.
,

Not S olomon for l l his wi a t,

Nor S amson though he were so strong
,

No kin g nor person ever yet , ,

Could scape but Death laid him along

’
:
Wherefore I know that I must die
,

And yet my life amend not I .

,

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Come cruel death why l i g thou so long ? n

’
re s t

What doth withhold thy dint from fatal stroke ?

, ,

Now p d I am alas thou dost me wrong

re s s
’

To let me live m ore an ger to provoke

,

Thy ri ght i had when thou hast pp d my breath

s
,

s to
’

Why shouldst thou stay to work my double death ? ,

I f Saul s attempt in fallin g on his blade

’

As lawful were as ethe to put in ure 1

I f Samson s leave a common law were mad

’
e
O f Abel s lot if all that would were sure
’

Then cruel Death thou shouldst the tyrant play

With none but such as wish ed for delay
, ,

Where life is loved thou ready art to kill

And to abridge with sudden pangs their joy ,

Where life is l h d thou wilt not work their will

oa t
’

But dost adjourn their death to their annoy ,

To some thou art a fierce unbidden guest

.

But those that crave thy help thou h l p least e est .

Avaunt O viper ! I thy spite defy

There is a God that overrules thy force
,

Who can thy weapons to His will apply ,

And shorten or prolon g our brittle course ,

I on His mercy not thy mi ght rely

To Him I live for Him I hope to die
,
,

1 l w l it were e to pr ti e
As a fu as as y p ut i n ac c .

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The S h e ph e r d s S o n g
’

o f
V e n u s a n d Ad o ni s
V NU fair did ride Silver doves they drew her
E S
By the pleasant l w d E the sun did rise
a
,
n s re
,

Vesta s beauty ri h O pened wide to view her

’

Philomel records Pleasing harmonies

c ,

E very bird of spring Cheerfully did sing

.

Paphos goddess they salute

’
,

Now Love s queen so fair Had of mirth no care

’

For her son had made her mute , ,

I n her breast so tender He a shaft did enter

.

When her eyes beheld a boy ,

Adonis was he named By his mother shamed

Yet he now is Venus joy ,
’
.
,

Him alon she met Ready bound for hunting

e
Him she kindly greets And his journey stays
, ,

Him she seeks to kiss N devices wantin g ,

Him her eyes still woo Him her tongue still prays
0 ,

He with blushing red Han geth down the h ad , .

e
Not a kiss can he a fford
His face is turu d away S ilence said her nay
’

S till h woo d him for a word

, ,
’
S e
S peak said thou fairest Beauty thou
.

” “
,
h S e , ,

i mp i a re s t
S me I am pale and wan
ee
Lovers all adore me I for love implore the
.
,

e
Cryst l t ars with that down ran
a e
,

27
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e o s e

Him herewith she forced To come i down by her t

Sh his neck embra ed Ga z in g in his fa e
S ,

He like one f m d S i d no look to eye her

c ,
c
’ ’
t r a n s or t rr
E very herb did woo him Growin g in that place
, , ,

E ach bird with a ditty Pray ed h i m for pity

.

In behalf of Beauty s queen ,

’

Waters gentle murmur Craved h i m to love her

’

Yet no liking coul d be seen ,

Boy h said look on me S till I gaze upon

.

” “
S e
thee
, ,

S peak I pray thee my delight

Coldly he replied And in brief denied , ,

To bestow on her a sight ,

I am now too young To be won by beauty

Tender are my years I am yet a bud ”
,

Fair thou art she said Then it is thy duty

.
,
” “

Wert thou but a blossom To e ffe t my good

, , ,

E very beauteou flower Boasteth in my power

,
c .

Birds and bea ts my laws e ffect

s ,

Myrrha thy fair m other Most of any other

s

Did my lovely hests respe t

, ,

Be with m deli ghted Thou shalt be requited

c .

e
E very nymph on thee shall tend
, ,

All the gods shall love thee Man shall not reprove
thee ,

Love himself shall be thy friend

,
.

Wend thee from me Venus I am not dispos ed

Thou wring st me too hard Prithee let m go
’
,

Fie what a pain it i Thus to be en los ed , e .

If love begin with labour It will end in woe

, s c

Kiss me I will leave Here a kiss receive

.
,
“ ”

A short kiss I do it find

, . .

Wilt thou leave me so ? Yet thou shalt not go

.

Breathe once m ore thy balm y wind

.

It smelleth of the myrrh tree That to the world did

brin g thee
-
,

Never was perfume so sweet ;

”

When she had thus spoken Sh gave him a token

.

e
And their naked bosoms meet ,

.
,

28
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e o s e

P as t o ra l S o n g b e twe e n
P hy ll i s a n d A mary ll i s ,

Two N y m ph s e a ch ,

a n s w e r in g o th e r l in e fo r
l in e .

FIE on the slei ghts that men devise

Hei gho illy slei ghts
s
,

When simple maids they would entice

,

Maids are young men s chief deli ghts

’
,

Nay wom en they witch with their eyes

.

E yes like beams of burning sun

, ,

A d men once cau ght they soon despise

,

n
S are shepherds oft undone
, ,

o .

If any young man win a maid

Happy man is he ,

By trusting h i m she is b y d etra

’

F i upon such trea hery ,

I f maids win young m with their

e c
en
Heigh guileful grief !
o,
They deal like weepin g crocodiles
That murder men without relief ,

I know a simple country hind

Hei gho silly swain ,

To whom fair Daphne proved unkind

,

Was he not kind to her again

He vowed by Pan with many an oath
Hei gho shepherd s g d is he
’
o
,

Yet sin e hath chan ged and broke his troth

,

Troth plight broke will plagued be

c ,
-
.

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 H n y C n t ab l
e r o s e

She had deceived many a swain

F i on false deceit I ,

And pli ghted troth to them in vain

e

There can be no grief more great ,

Her measure was with measure paid

.

Hei gho hei gho equal meed ,

S h was be guiled that had b

, ,
’
e yd e tr a
S
o S hall de eivers speedc .
,

I f every maid were like to me

Hei gho hard of heart ,

Both love and lovers

,

d should be s cor n
’

S m
co shall be sure of smart
e rs
,

I f eve y maid were of my mind

.

Hei gho hei gho lovely sweet

r ,

They to their lovers should prove kind

, ,

Kindness is for maidens meet .

,

Methinks love is an idle toy

Hei gho busy pain
, ,

Both wit and sense it doth annoy

,

Both sense and wit thereby we gain ,

Tush Phyllis ease I be not so coy

.

c
Hei gho heigho coy disdain
, , ,

I know you love a shepherd s boy

, ,
’

F i that maidens so should feign

e
,

Well Amaryllis now I yield

S hepherds pipe aloud
, , ,

Love conquers both in town and fi eld

,

Like a tyrant fierce and proud ,

The evening star is up ye see

.

Vesper shines we must away , ,

Would every lover might agree I ,

S we end our roundelay

o .

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 H nry C n t ab l
e o s e

D a me lu s S o n g
’

to
D ia p he ni a
D IAP HEN IA, like the daffadowndilly
White as the sun fair as the lily ,

Hei gho how I do love thee , ,

I do love thee as my lambs

,

Are beloved of their dams

How blest were I if thou wouldst prov me e

D i ph i
a like the spreadin g roses
en a,
That in thy sweets all sweet en loses ,

Fair sweet how I do love thee

s c ,

I do love thee as ea h flower ,

Loves the sun s life giving power

c
’

For dead thy breath to life might mov

-

, e

D i ph
a i like to all things bless ed
en a ,
When all thy praises are expressed ,

Dear joy how I do love thee ,

As the birds do love the Sprin g

,

O the bees their careful king

Then in requite sweet virgin love
r

, ,

To h i s F l ocks
F on my flocks securely
E ED
Your shepherd wat heth surely
, , ,

Run about my little lambs

c

S kip and wanton with your dams

, ,

Your lovin g herd with are will tend ,

S port on fair flo ks at pleasure

c

Nip Vesta s fl w i g treasure

, c , ,
’ ’
r n

I m yself will duly hark

o

When my watchful d g doth bark o

,

From wolf and fox I will defend ye .

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e o s e

L A Y in beauty and in favour rare

D
O f favour not of l ue I favour crave
,
c
Nature to thee beauty and favour gave
, ,

Fair then thou art and favour thou may st spare ,

’

And when on me bestowed your favours are

.
,

Less favour in your fa e you hall not have c S

,

If favour then a wounded soul may save

O f murder s guilt dear lady then beware
,
’

My loss of life a million fold were less , , ,

Than the least loss should unto you befall

-

Y et grant this gift which gift when I possess

Both I have life and you no loss at all ,

For by your favour only I do live ,

And favour you may well both keep and give .

W N R it is and pity is t that she

O DE
’

In whom all Beauty s treasure we may find

,
’
,

That may enri h the body and the m ind ,

Towards the poor hould use no charity

c ,

S
My love is gone begging unto thee
.

a-
And if that Beauty had not been more kind
Than Pity long ere this he had been pined
But Beauty is ontent his food to be
,

O h pity have when such poor orphans b g

c .

e
Love naked boy hath nothing on his ba k
, ,

c
And thou gh he wanteth neither arm nor l g
, ,

e
Yet maimed he is sith b his si ght doth lack e
,

And yet thou gh blind he Beauty can behold

.
,

And yet though naked he feels more heat than

,
, ,

,
,

P I Y refusing my poor love to feed

T
A be ggar starved for want of help he lies ,

And at your mouth the door of beauty cries ,

That then e some alm s of sweet grants may proc ed , ,

e
But as he waiteth for some al m es deed
c .

A herry tree before the door he s pies

-

O h dear quoth he two cherr es may suffice

c -

Two only life may sav in this my need ,

1 ,

, e .

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e o s e

But beggars can they naught but cherri es eat ?

Pardon my Love he is a goddess son ’

And never feedeth but on dainty meat , ,

El need b not to pine as he hath done

se e
,

For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree

Can give food to my Love and life to me , .

h i s M i s t r e ss : up o n o cc a
s i o n o f a fr i e n d o f hi s
wh i ch d i ss u a d e d him
fr o m l o v in g
A R I N of mine moaning my helpless love
F E D
Hoping by killin h pe my love to slay g 0
,

Let not quoth he thy hope thy heart betray

,
” “
,

I mpossible it is her heart to move

, ,
”
,

But ith resolved love cannot remov

.

S e
As long as thy divine perfections stay
,

Thy godhead then he sou ght to take away ,

Dear seek revenge and him a liar prov e

Gods only do impossibilities
.
,

I mpossible saith he thy grace to gain” “

S how then the power of thy divinities

, ,

By granting me thy favor to obtain ,

W
S shall thy foe give to himself the lie
o
A goddess thou shalt prove and happy I ,
,

W
S Hand ! the sweet yet cruel bow thou art
EET
From whence at me five ivory arrows fly
S with five wounds at once I wounded lie
Bearin g in breast the print—of every dart
o ,

S aint Francis had the like yet felt no smart

.

I in living torments never die

'
,
h ere
His wounds were in his hands and feet where I
All these same helpless wounds feel in my heart ,
.

35
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e o s e

Now as S aint Francis ( if a saint ) am I

The bow that shot—these hafts a relic I s S
I mean the Hand which the reason why 15
,

S m ny for devotion thee would kiss

o a
And I thy glove kiss as a thing divine
Thy arrows quiver and thy relics shrine
’
,
’
.

N must I leave and yet needs must I love

EE D S
In vain my wit doth paint in verse my woe ,

Disdain I n thee despair I n me doth show

:

H w by my wit I do my folly prove

o
All this my heart from love can never move
.

Love is not in my heart no lady no

My heart is love itself till I forego , , ,

My heart I never my love remove c an

How hall I then leave love ? I do intend
.
,

Not to crave grace but yet to wish it still

S

Not to praise thee but beauty to commend,

And so by beauty s praise praise thee I will

’
, ,

For as my heart—is love love not in me , .

S beauty thou beauty is not in thee

, ,

o .

S W
To O u r B l e ss e d Lady
queen ! although thy beauty raise up me
E ET
From sight of baser beauties here below
Yet let me not rest there but higher go
To Him who took His shape from God and thee ,

And if thy form in Him more fair I

, .

s e e,
What pleasure from his deity shall flow
By whose fair beams his beauty shineth so
When I shall it behold etern l ly 1 a
,

Then hall my love of pleasure have its fill

When Beauty s self in who m all pleasure is
S
’

S hall my d soul embra e and kis

, ,

m ena
’
o ur
And hall new loves and new delights distil
c s,

Which from my so l shall gush into my heart

S

And through my body flow to every part

u ,

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e o ns t ab l e

To S ir P h i l i p S i d n ey s S ou l ’

G I pardon bless ed soul to my bold cries

VE
If they importune interrupt thy song
, , ,

Which now with joyful notes thou in g st among

, ,

S
,
’

The an gel quiristers of h heavenly skies

t
’

Give pardon eke sweet soul to my slow eyes

-
.

That since I saw thee now it is so lon

, ,

g,
And yet the tears that unto thee belong
To thee as yet they did not sacrifice
I did not kno w that thou wert dead be fore
.

I did not feel the grief I did sustain

The greater stroke i h h the more
a s t on s et
Astonishment takes from us sense of pain
I stood amazed when others tears begun ’

And now begin to weep when they have done ,

.
 W illi a m D ru mmo n d

IT autumn was and on our hemisphere

Fair E y i began bright to appear
c ne
I
,

Night westward did her gemmy world decline

r

And hide her lights that greater light might shine ,

The crested bird had given alarum twice,

To lazy mortals to unlock their eyes

The owl had left to plain and from each thorn
,

The wi g d musicians did salute the morn

n
’
,

Who while she gl d her locks in Ganges streams

ass
’
,
’

Set open wide the rystal port of dreams

, ,

When I whose eyes no drowsy ni ght could close

c

I n sleep s soft arms did quietly repose

,
’
,

And for that heavens to die m did deny ,

Death s image kissed and dead did lie

, e ,
’

I lay as dead but s ar e h m d were my cares, as .

’
c c c ar
And slaked s ar e my sighs scarce dried my tears
, ,

S leep scarce the ugly fi gures of the day

c c , ,

Had with his sable pen il put away c

And left me in a still and calmy mood ,

When by my bed methought a virgin stood ,

A virgin in the blooming of her prime ,

I f su h rare beauty m d be by time ea s ur

’
,

Her head a garland wore of pals bri ght

c .

O
About her fl wd a gown as pure as li ght
o
’
,

Dear amber locks gave umbrage to her face ,

Where modesty hi gh majesty did grace

.

Her eyes such beams sent forth that but with pain
Here weaker sights their sparkling could sustain
,

e 1 V nu s .

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No deity f i g d which haunts the silent w ds
e n
’
oo
I s like to her nor syren of the floods
S uch is the golden planet of the year
,

When blushing in the east he doth appear ,

Her gra e did beauty voi e yet grace did pass

.

c c
Which thus throu gh pearls and rubies broken was , ,

How lon g wilt thou said she g d from joy

.

’
e s t ra n
Paint shadows to thyself of fal e annoy ? , , ,

How long thy mind with horrid shapes affright

s

And in imaginary evils deli ght ,

E steem that loss whi h well when i wd is gain ’

v e
O if a loss yet not a loss to plain ?
c , , ,
r
O leave thy tired soul m ore to molest
,

And think tha woe when shortest then is best

t;
,

If she for whom thou d f thus the sky

.

’
ea ne s t
Be dead what then ? was she not born to die ?
Was she not mortal born ? If thou do t grieve
,

That times should be in which she should not live

s

E re e er h was weep that day s wheel was l l d

’
S e
’
ro
’
,

Weep that she l i d not in the g of gold v

’
e
,

For that she was not then thou may st deplor

a ;
’
e
As duly as that now she is no more ,

If only she had died thou sure hadst caus

.

e
To blame the destines and heaven s iron laws ,
’

But look how many millions her advance ,

What numbers with her enter in this dance ,

With those which are to come shal l heavens them ,

stay
And All s fair order break thee to obey ?
,
’

E ven as thy birth death whi h doth thee appal

,

c
A piece is of the life of this great All

W
, , ,

S trong cities die die do high palmy rei gns

.

And weakling thou thus to be handled plains , ,

If h be dead then she of loathsome days

, .
,

Hath past the line who e length but lo s bewrays

s e ,

Then she hath left this filthy stage of care ,

s s

here pleasure seldo m woe doth still repair ,

For all the pleasures which it doth conta n ,

Not ountervail the smallest minute s pain ’

,

tell me thou who dost so much admire

c .

And
This little vapour smoke this spark or fire
,

, , , ,

40
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E ach thing in sense s balances we weigh ’

And but with toil and pain the truth descry ,

Above this vast and admirable frame

.

This temple visible which World we name

.

Within those walls so many lamps do burn , ,

S many ar hes opp site do tur

,

o c o n,
Where elemental brethren nurse their strif e
And by intestine wars maintain their life
There is a world a world of perfect bliss ,

Pure immate ial bri ght more far from this

r
, ,

Than that hi gh ircle whi h the rest enspheres

, , ,

I s from this dull i gnoble vale of tears

c ,
c ,

A world where all is found that here is found

But further dis repant than heaven and ground
,

c
, ,

It hath an earth as hath this world of yours

.

With creatures peopled stor d with trees and fl w

,
’
,

o
’
rs
I t b h a sea like sapphire girdle cast
at
,

Which de keth of harmonious shores h vast

c
, ,

t e
I t hath pure fire it hath delicious air
Moon sun and stars heavens wonderfully fair
, ,

But there fl w do not fade trees grow not old

, ,

o
’
rs
,

The creatures do not die through heat nor cold , ,

Sea there not tossed is nor air made bla k c

Fire doth not nurse itself on other s wrack ,
’

There heavens be not i d about to ran ge c ons t r a n

’

For this world hath no need of any change ,

The minutes grow not hours hours rise not days

Days make no months but ever blooming Mays , ,

Here I remain but hitherward do tend

-
.

All who their span of days in virtue pend ,

S
Whatever pleasure this low place contains
It is a glance but of what high remains ,

Those who perchance think there can nothing be

.

Without this wide expansion whi h they see

, ,

And that nought else mounts stars ircumference

c ,
’

For that nought else is subject to their sense

c ,

Feel su h a case as one whom some abysm

c
,

O f the deep ocean kept had all his time

,

Who born and i h d there can scarcely dream

n o ur s
’

That ought can live without that briny stream ,

Cannot believe that there be temples towers , ,

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Which go beyond his caves and dampish bowers
O there be other people manners laws
,

r
Than them he finds within the roaring waves , , ,

That sweeter fl w do spring than grow on rocks

o
’
rs

O beasts be which excel the scaly flocks

,

r
That other elements be to be found
Than is the water and this ball of ground ,

But think that man from those abysms were brought

.
,

And saw what curious nature here hath wrought ,

Did see the meads the tall and shady woods ,

The hills did see the lear and ambling floods

, ,

The diverse shapes of beasts whi h kinds forth bring

,
c ,

c
The feathered troops that fly and sweetly s ng i
,

Did see the palaces the it es fair ,

The form of human life the fire the air,

c i ,

The brightness of the sun that dims his sight , , ,

The moon the ghastly splendours of the night ,

What uncouth rapture would his mind surpris

,

e
How would he his late dear resort despise
How would he muse how foolish he had been
-

To think nought be but what he there had seen

Why did we g this hi gh and vast desire
et
,

Unto immortal thin gs still to aspire ? ,

Why doth our mind extend it beyond time

And to that highest happiness even limb c
,

If we be nought but what to sense we seem ,

And dust as most of worldlings us e teem ? s

,

We be not made for earth though here we come

,

More than the embryon for the mothe s womb ,

’
r
,

It weeps to be made free and we complain

To leave this loathsome jail of care and pain ,

But thou who vulgar footsteps dost not trace

.

Learn to raise up thy mind unto this place ,

A d what earth creeping mortal most a ffect

,

n s

If not at all to s or yet to neglect

-
,

n,
O chase not shadows vain which when b i d
c
’
o ta n
Were better lost than with such travail g i d , ,

a n
’
,

Think that on earth which humans greatness call

.
,

I s but a glorious title to live thrall ,

;
,

That sceptres diadems and chairs of state

Not I n themselves but to small minds are great
,

,
, ,

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How those who loftiest mount do hardest li ght
And deepest falls be from the highest height
.

How fame an echo is how all renown

Like to a blasted rose ere ni ght falls own , ,
d
And though it something were think how this round,

Is but a little point which doth it bound ,

0 leave that love which reacheth but to dust

.
,

And in that love eternal onl y trust ,

And beauty which when once it is p ,

os s e s t ,
Can only fil l the soul and m ake it blest
, ,

Pale envy jealous emulations fears

.
,

S i ghs plaints remorse here have no place nor tears

, , ,

False joys vain hopes here be not hate nor wrath

, , , ,

What ends all love here most augments it death

, , ,

If such for é had the dim glance of an eye

.
, ,
c

Which some few days thereafter was to die ,

That it could make thee leave all other thin gs ,

And like the taper fly there burn thy wings ,

And if a voice of late which ould but wail

-

c
S uch p w had as through ears thy soul to steal
, ,
’
o r
I f once thou on that only Fair ouldst gaze
,

What flames of love would he within thee raise

c ,

In what a mazin g maze would it thee bring

To hear but once that quire elestial sing ,

The fairest shapes on which thy love did seize

c

Which erst did breed delight then would displease ,

Then dis ords hoarse were earth s enticing sounds

c
,
’
,

All music but a noise which sense confounds ,

This great and burning glass that clears all eyes

.

And musters with such glory in the kies S

,

That silver star which with its sober li ght

Makes day oft envy the eye pleasing night
Those golden letters whi h so bri ghtly shine
-

In heaven s great volume gorgeously divine

c
’

The wonders all in sea in earth in air

Be but dark pi tures of that sovereign Fair
c
, , ,

Be tongues which still thus cry unto your ear

( Could ye amidst world s catara ts them hear )
, ,
’

From fading things fond wights lift your desire

c ,

And in our b eauty his us made admir , ,

e
,

If we seem fair 0 think how fair is h

,
, , ,

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And fates not hope betray)
Which only white deserves ,

An everlasting diamond should it mark

, ,

This is the morn should bring unto this grove

My Love to hear and recompense my love
Fair King wh all preserves
.
,

o
But how thy blushin g beams
S
, ,

And thou two sweeter eyes ,

S halt see than those whi h by Pen eus str ams ’

e
Did once thy heart surprise
, c

Nay suns whi h shine as lear c

As thou when two thou did to Rome appear

, , c

Now Flora deck thyself in fairest guise

.

I f that ye winds would hear

, ,

A voice surpassin g far Amphion s lyre

, ,
’

Your stormy chiding stay ,

Let Z ephyr only breathe

And w h her tresses play
1t
,

Kissin g sometimes those purple ports of death

—The winds all silent are
,

And Phoebus in his hair ,

i g sea and air

c ,
'

Ensa fl r on n
Makes vanish every star ,

Night like a drunkard reels

Beyond the hills to shun his flamin g wheels
The fields with flowers are d k d in every hue ec
’

The clouds bespan gle with bright gold their blue ,

W
Here is the pleasant place
And ev ry thing save her who all should grace
e , ,
,

I K N that all beneath the moon decays

O
And what by mortals in this world is brou ht ,

I n Time s reat periods hall return to nou ht

’
g ,

That fairest states have fatal ni ghts and days

g S g

I know how all the Muse s heavenly lays ’

With toil of spright which are so dearly bought ,

As idle sounds of few or none are sought ,

A d that nou ght lighter is than airy praise

, ,

n
I know frail beauty like the purple flower
To which one morn oft birth and death affords ,

46
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That love a jarring is of minds accords ’

Where sense and will i l reason s power nva s s a

’
,

K ow what I list this all can not me m ove

n
But that 0 me 1 I both must write and love
,
, ,

N w while the Night her sabl veil hath spread

o e
And silently her resty coach doth roll ,

Rousing with her from Tethys azure bed ’

,

Those starry nymphs which dan e about the pole

While Cynthia I n purest cypress clad
c

The L mi shepherd I n a trance descries

at an
, ,

And whiles looks pale from hei ght of all the kies ,

S
Whiles dyes her beauties in a bashful red ,

While Sleep in triumph closed hath all eyes

And birds and beasts a silence sweet do keep
, , ,

And Proteus monstrous people in the deep

’
,

The winds and waves husht up to rest entice ,

I wake muse weep and who my heart hath slain , ,

S still before me to augment my pain

ee
, , ,

ilen e child sweet father of soft rest

S L E EP , S c
’

Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings , ,

I ndi fferent host to shepherds and to kings

, ,

S ole comforter of minds with grief p p

,

o re s t
Lo by thy charmin g rod all breathin g things
Lie l mb i g with forgetfulness p
,

s u
’
r n o s s e s t,
And yet o er me to pread thy drowsy wings
’
,

S
Thou spares alas who cannot be thy guest
S in e I am thine 0 come but with that face
, .

To inward light which thou art wont to show

c , ,

With feign ed solace ease a true felt woe ,

O if deaf god thou do deny that grace

-

Come as thou wilt and what thou wilt bequeath

r , , ,

I long to kiss the I mage of my death ,

.
,

AH l burning thou ghts now let me take some rest

And your tumultuous broils a while appease
”
, ,

I s t not enough stars fortune love molest

’

Me all at once but ye must too displease ? ,

, , ,

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Let hope though false yet lodge within my br ast e
My high attempt thou gh dangerous yet praise
, , ,

What thou gh I trace not ri ght heaven s steepy ways ? , , .

I t doth suffice my fall shall make me blest

I do not doat on days nor fear not death , .

S that my life be brave what thou gh not long ?

,

o
Let me w d live from the vulgar throng
r e no n
’
,

And when ye list Heavens take this borrowed breath ,

Men but like visions are time all doth claim , .

He lives who dies to win a lasting name

,
,

W I H flaming horns the Bull now brin gs the year

T
Melt do the h or id mountains helms of snow r
’
,

The ilver floods in pearly hannels flow

S c
,

The late bare woods green anadems do wear ,

The ni ghtin gale forgetting winter s woe

-

Calls up the lazy morn her notes to hear , ,

Those fl w are spread whi h names of princes bear

o
’

S ome red so m e azure white and golden grow

rs c ,

Here low a heifer there bea wailing strays

, ,

A harmless lamb not far a stag rebounds

s ,
-

The shepherds sing to grazing flocks sweet lays ,

And all about the e hoing air resounds c

,

Hills dales woods floods and everything doth

.

change , , , ,

But she in rigour I in love am strange

,

, .

T the delightful green

O
O f you fair radiant eyne
Let ea h bla k yield beneath the starry arch
, ,

E yes b i h d Heavens of love

c c .

’
ur n s

S inople lamps of Jove

, ,

S ave that those hearts which with your flames ye

,

Two burning suns you prove

All other eyes m p d with you dear li ghts co
’
,

Be Hells or if not Hell yet dumpish nights

ar , ,
s,

The Heavens if we their glass

, .

The sea believe be green not perfect blue ,

They ll make fair what every fair yet was

a
, ,

And they be fair because they look like you ,

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Tell m ( so may thou for une milder try
e t
A d long long sing) for what thou thus complains
,
n
S ith winter gone h sun in dappled sky
, ,

t e
Now smiles on meadows mountains woods and
, ,

plains , , ,

The bird as if my questions did her move

With tr mbling wings b b d forth I love I love
e
,
so
’
, ,
,

T RU not sweet soul thos curled waves of gold

ST e
With gentle tides which on your temples fl w
, ,

o
,

Nor temples spread with flakes of irgin snow v

,

Nor snow of heeks with Tyrian grain ll d e nr o

’
,

Trust not those shining lights which wrought my

c

woe
When first I did their burning rays behold
,

Nor voice whose sounds more strange e ffects do show ,

Than of the Thracian harper have b e n told

,

e
Look to this dying lily fading rose
.

Da k hyacinth of late whose blushing b ams

r
, ,

e
Made l l the neighbouring herbs and grass rejoic
,

e,
And think h w little is twixt life s extremes
a
’ ’
o
The cruel tyrant that did kill those fl w o
’
r s,

S hall once y me not pare that spring of yours

,
a S .

IF crost with l l mishaps be my poor life

a
If one short day I never spent in mirth ,

I f my spright with itself holds lasting strife ,

I f sorrow s death is but new sorrow s birth

’ ’
,

If this vain world be but a sable stage

Where slave born man plays to the ffi g stars s co n
I fyouth be d with love with weakness g
-
,
’
tos s a e,
I f knowledge serve to hold our thoughts in wars ,

I f time can lose the hundred mouths of fa me

And make what long sin e past like that to be
c ,

I f virt e only be an idle nam e

, c , ,

u
I f I when I was born was born to die ,

Why seek I to prolong these loathsome days ?

, ,

The fairest rose in shortest tim decays e .

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THE s un is fair when h with crimson crown e
And flaming rubies leaves his eastern bed ,

Fair is Thaumantias in her crystal gown ,

When clouds g mm d hang azure green and red

en e
’
,

To western worlds when wearied day goes down , ,

And from Heaven s windows each star shows her head

’
,

E arth s silent daughter ni ght is fair though bro wn

,
’

Fair is the moon though in love s livery clad , ,

’
,

Fair Chloris is when she doth paint April ,

Fair are the meads the woods the floods are fair ,

Fair looketh Ceres with her yellow hair , ,

And apples queen when ’

h k d she doth smile ’
,

W
r os e c ee
That heaven and earth and seas fair is true
~
.

are
Y et tru that all not please much as you
e
, ,

so .
,

S ros whence is this h

EET e, ue
Which doth ll hues excel ? a
Whence this most fragrant smell
And whence this form and gracing grace in y ? ,

ou
I n fl w y P m field perhaps y grew
o
’
r ae s t u
’
s e
O Hybla s hills you bred
,
’

doriferous E plains you fed

r ,
’
O r o nna s
O Tm l
r or where boar young Adon slew
o us ,
,

O b h the queen of love you d y d of new

’
at
In that lear blood which makes you look so red ?
r
c
N none of those but cause more high you blest
0,
,

My lady s breast you bare and lips y k i d

’
,

, ou ss
’
.
,

D AR wood and you sweet solitary place

E
Where from h vulgar I estrang ed live
,

t e,
, ,

Contented more wit h what your shades me give ,

Than if I had what Thetis doth embrace ,

What snaky eye grown jealous of my peace

Now from yo r silent horrors would me drive
u
, ,

When S progressing in his glorious rac

un, e
,

Beyond the Twins doth near our pole arrive ?

What sweet deli ght a quiet life a ffords ,

And what it is to b of bondag fre e e e,

,

51
 Wi ll i a m Dru mmond
Far from h madding worldling s hoars discords
t e
’
e
S weet fl w y place I fi rst did le rn of th
,
’
o r a ee
Ah 1 if I were mine w your dear resorts ,

o n,
I would not chang with princes stately courts e
’
.

A I her h y d among these pines

L E X S, e s e s ta
’

S weet h m i she did alone repair ,

er tre s s , ;
Here did h spread the treasure of her hair
S e
More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines ,

S h set her by these musked e glantines

e
The happy place the print seems yet to bear ,

Her voice did sweeten here thy g d lines su ar

’

To which winds trees beasts birds did lend their ear ,

Me here she first p i d and here a m m , .

, , ,
’
e r ce v o
O f bri ght carnations did d her face
,
’
o ers re a
Here did h sigh here first my hopes were born
S
p
e
And I first g a pledge of p m i d grace
ot
,

ro s
’
,

But ah what d it to be happy so s er v

’

S ith pass ed pleasur s doubl but w woe ?

, ,

e e ne

I AR not hencefor h death

FE t
S ith after this departure yet I breathe ,

Let rocks and seas and wind

Their highest treasons how , ,

S
,

Let sky and arth combin d e

’

S trive if they can to d my life and woe en

S ith grief can not me nothing
, ,
h w ’
c an o e r t ro

O if that aught can ause my fatal l

,
r c ot ,
I t will b wh n I h ar I am forgot
e e e .

T HI Life which se ms so fair

S e
I lik a bubble blo wn up in h air
, ,

S e t e
By sporting children s breath ’

Who chase it eve ywhere r

,

A d striv who can most motion it bequ ath

,

n e
And though it sometime seem of its own mi ght
e

Like to an y of gold b fi d there

e e to e x
’
,

A d fi rm hov r in that mpty h i ght

, ,
n to e e e ,

52
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W HA doth it serve to see Sun s burning face
T
’

And skies m l l d with both the Indies gold

e na e
’ ’
,

O moon at ni ght in jetty chariot

,

r ll d ro
’

And all the glory of that starry place ? ,

What doth it serve earth s beauty to behold ’

The mountains pride the meadows fl w y grac

’ ’
o
’
,
e,
The stately co m eliness of forests old , r

The sport of floods which would themselves embrace ? ,

What doth it serve to hear the Sylvans songs

,
’

The wanton merle the nightin gale s sad strains ’

,

Whi h in dark shades seem to deplore my wrongs ?

, ,

For what doth serve all that this world contains

c

S ith h for whom those once to me were lear

,

S e c
No part of them can have now with me here ? ,

THE beauty and the life

Of life s and beauty s fairest paragon
’
,
’

O tears O grief ! hung at a feeble thread

,

To which pale Atropos had set her knife ,

The soul with many a groan

Had left each outward part
And now did take his last leav of the heart ,

e
Nought el e did want save death even to be dead
When the afflicted band about her bed
s , ,

S eeing so fair him come in lips cheeks eyes

,

Cried ah and can death enter paradise ?

,
, , ,

M Y thou ghts hold mortal strif e

I do detest m life
And with lam entin g ries y ,

Peace to my soul to brin g ,

O f call that prin e whi h here doth monarchize

,

t c

But he grim grinnin g Kin g

c

Who caiti ffs s orns and loth the blest surprise

-
, ,

c
Late having deckt with beauty s rose his tomb
c , ,
’

Disdains to cr p a weed and will not come

0 ,
.
,

54
 Wi ll i a m Dru mmo nd

O f P h i ll i s
IN petticoat of green
Her hair about her eyne ,

Phillis beneath an oak ,

Sat milking her fair flock

Among that strained moistur rar delight 1 e, e
Her hand m d milk in milk it was so white
s ee
’
,
.

A K i ss
H AR K happy lovers hark
This first and last of joys
, , ,

This ws of annoys
’
e e t ne r
,

This nectar of the g ds o

,

Ye call a kiss is with itself at odds

And half so sweet is not
,

In equal measure got

At light of sun as it is in the dark
Hark happy lovers hark
,
,

, .

A rm e l ine E p i t a ph
’

N AR to this eglantine
E
E n losed lies the milk white A m l i r e ne ,
O n e Chloris only joy
c -

Now only her annoy

c ,

Who envied was of the most happy swains

That keep their flo ks in mountains dales or plains
c
For oft she bare the wanton in her arm , ,

And oft her bed and bosom did he warm ,

Now when unkindly Fates did him destroy

Blest d g he had the gra e
o c
,

With tears for him that Chloris wet her face

, ,
.

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 Wi ll i a m Dru mmo nd

T he B oo k of the Wo rl d
OF this fair volume which we World do name
If we the heets and leaves could turn with care ,

O f him who it orrects and did it fra m e

S ,
c
We clear might read the art and wisdom rare , ,

Find out his power which wildest p w doth tame o

’
rs
His providence extending everywhere ,

His j ustice wh ch proud rebels doth not spare ,

I n every page no period of the same

i ,

But silly we like foolish children rest

, , ,

Well pl d with l d l l i leaves of gold

ea s
’
,

co ou r
’
ve u Ir
,

Fair danglin g ribbons leavin g what is best , ,

O the great writer s sense ne er taking hold

, ,
’ ’
n
O if by hance our minds do muse on ought
r c
I t is some picture on the margin wrought .
,

Fo r the B apt i s t
TH last
E d gr at st Herald of Heaven s King
an e e
’

Girt with rough skins hies to the deserts wild ,

Among that savage brood the woods forth bring , ,

Which he than man more harmless found and mild ,

His food was locusts and what young doth spring

With h oney that from virg n hives di il l d ,

st
’
,

h d body hollow eyes some uncouth thing

i ,
’
P
Made him appear lon g sin e from earth l d
a rc , ,
’
c e xi
There burst he forth All ye whose hopes rely
.
,

On God with me amidst these deserts mourn ? ,

Repent repent and from old errors turn

,
’

Who listen d to his voice obey d his cry ?

, .
,
’ ’

O nly the echoes which he made relent

,

Rung from their marble caves Repent repent l ,

,
,

,
”

56
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M a n s K n ow l e d ge I g n o ra n c e
’

in t he M y s t e r i e s o f G o d
B N A H a sable veil and shadows d ep
E E T e
Of unaccessible and dimming li ht
I n silence ebon louds more black than night
’
g ,

The world s great Kin g his secrets hid doth keep

c ,
’

Through those thi k mists when any mortal wight

Aspires with halting pace and eyes that weep
c ,

To pore and in his m ysteries to creep

, ,

With thunders he and li ghtnings blasts their si ght

, ,

invisible that dost abide

.

O S un

Within thy bri ght abysms most fair most dark

,

Where with thy proper rays thou dost thee hide , , ,

O ever shining never full seen mark

To guide me in life s night thy light me how
- -
,
’
S
The more I search of thee the less I know , .
,

C o n t e mp l at i o n o f I n v i s i b l e
E xc e ll e n c i e s Ab o v e by ,

th e V i s i b l e B e l o w
IF with such passing beauty choice delights
The architect of this great round did fram e , ,

This palace vi ible ( short lists of fam e

And silly mansion but of dying wi ghts )
s ,

How many wonders what amaz in g lights ,

Mu t that triumphin g seat of glory laim

s
,

That doth trans end all this great All s vast heights
c ,
’

O f whose bri ght sun ours here is but a beam

c ,

O blest abode 0 happy dwelling place

Where visibly h I nvisible doth rei gn
-
,
’
t

58
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Blest peopl which do see true beauty s face
e
’

With who e far dawnings scarce he earth doth deign

s
,

All joy is but annoy all concord strife

M h d with your endless bliss and happy life
, ,
’
atc .

T he W o r l d a G a me
T HI world a hunting is
S
The prey poor man the Nimrod fierc is Death ,

His speedy greyhounds are , e

Lust si kness envy care

c
S trife that ne er falls amiss
, , , ,
’

With all those ills which haunt us while we breathe ,

Now if by chan e we fly
.

O f the e the eager chase

, c
s

O l d age with stealin g pace

,

Casts up his nets and there we panting die , .

Aga in s t H yp o c r i sy
As are those apples pleasant to the eye
But full of smoke within which use to grow , ,

Near that strange lake where God p d from the ,

ou r
’

sky ,

Huge showers of flames worse flames to overthrow

S u h are their works that with a glaring show
,

O f humble holiness in virtue dye

c
’

Would colour mischief while within they glow , s

With coals of sin thou gh none the s m oke descry ,

Ill i that an gel which erst fell from heaven

.
,

But not more ill than he nor in worse case

s ,

Who hides a i mind with smiling face

tra t
’
r ou s
, ,

And with a dove s white feathers masks a raven

’
,

E ach i so m e colour hath it to adorn

.

S n
Hypocrisy almighty God doth scorn .
,

59
 Wi ll i a m Dru mmo nd

Ch a n ge s h o u l d B r e e d

NE

ro
W n
’
Ch a n ge
doth the sun appear
The mountains snows decay ’

C w d with frail flowers forth comes h baby y ear

,

t e
My soul time posts away
.

And tho u yet in that frost

,
'
,

Which flower and fruit hath lost

As if all here immortal were dost stay ,

For shame thy powers awake ,

Look to that heaven which never ni ght makes black ,

And there at that immortal sun s bri ght rays ’

,

De k thee with flowers which fear not rage of days

c
, ,

T he P ra i s e o f a S o l i t ar y
L i fe
T HR I happy he who by som shady g ov
CE e r e,
Far from the clamorous world doth live his own
,

Thou gh solitary who is not alone ,

But doth converse with that E ternal Love

, ,

0 how more sweet is birds harmonious moan

.

O the hoarse sobbin gs of the wi d w d dove

,
’
o
Than those smooth whisperin gs near a pr nce s throne
r ,
’

Whi h good make doubtful do the evil approve !

i ,

0 how more sweet Z ephyr s wholesome breath

c ,
’
is

And si ghs emb lm d which new born flowers un fold

a
’
,

Than that applause va n honour doth bequeath ! , ,

How sweet are streams to poison drunk gold !

i

1n
The world full of horrors troubles sli ghts
15

Woods harmless shades have only tru delights

’
, ,

e
,

60
 W i ll i a m Dr ummond

D e ath s Las t W i ll
’

M R oft than onc Death wh i p d in mine ear

O E e s er
’

Grave what thou hears in diamond and gold ,

I am that monarch whom all monarchs fear ,

Who b h i dust their far

at n h d pride p ll d s t re tc
’
u
,

ro
’

Al l all is mine beneath moon s silver sphere

-

And nought save virtue can my power withhold

, ,

This not b l i d experience true thee told

,

e
’
ev
,

By danger late when I to thee ame near

, ,

c
,

As bugbear then my visage I did how

.

S
That of my horrors thou ri ght use might st make ,
’

And a more sacred path of livin g take ,

Now still walk armed for my ruthless blow

Trust flattering life no more redeem tim past ,

e
And live each day as if it were thy last ,

.
,

D H then the world go thus doth all thus move ?

OT
Is this the justice which on earth we find ,

Is this that firm decree which all doth bind ?

Are the e your influences Powers above ?
s

Those souls which vice s moody mists most blind

’
,

Blind Fortune blindly most their friend doth prove ,

And they who thee poor idol Virtue love

P l y like a feather tossed by storm and wind
, , , ,

Ah if a Providence doth sway this All

.

Why should best minds groan under most distress ? ,

O why hould pride humility make thrall

r S
And injuries h innocent oppress ?
t e
,

Heavens l hinder stop this fate or grant a time

When good may have as well as bad their prime
,

,
,

,
.
 Wi ll i a m Dru mmo nd

B e fo r e a P o e m o f I re ne
M URN not fair Greece the ruin of thy kings
O
temples razed thy forts with flames devoured
, , ,

champions slain thy virgins pure deflowered

, ,

all those griefs whi h stern Bellona brings

, ,

But mourn fair Greece mourn that that sacred band

c

Which made thee once so famous by their songs

, ,

d by outra geous Fate have left thy land

,

For c
’

And left thee scarce a voice to plain thy wrongs

, ,

Mourn that those climates whi h to thee appear

Beyond both Phoebus and his sister s ways
c
’

To save thy deeds from death must lend thee lays ,

And such as from Mus us thou didst hear

'
ae
,

For now Irene hath attained such fame

That Hero s ghost doth weep to h ar her name
’
e
,
.

Ep i t a ph
FAM register of time
E,
Write in thy scroll that I ,

O f wisdom lover and sweet poesy

, ,

Was cropped in my prime

.
,

And ripe in worth tho green in years did die

,
’
,

, .

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 Gl o ssar y
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de tr tive
.

da m n i ng s uc

de or tion
.

d ecor e : c a

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.

gi n s a

hne
.

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foot trap u ed f atta hing the leg

.

jesses : -
s s s or c s

of a b ird to the hand

l wn
.

l w d
a n s a s.

m d deje ted
a te : c

p d sto t
.

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? pur e
.

p ou r e s

w rb li
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ra m age : a ng

i mple
.

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.

s z nop le : g n

i e
.

s i kl : s nc .

Tu r nb u l l 6 r ' S pea r s , P r i n te r s , E d i nb u r gh .
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M THE ME O RY or

T H H NRY K
E R EV E E SEL Y WHIT E
I AU U
.

HO D ED G ST 1 6 , 1 906

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TH S L TTL E V O L E 15 D ED CIA TE D

BY IN
HIS INS C E R E FR E D , THE P U I B L SHE R

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t /zey b r ea tke a t en de r er a n d t r u er p a ss i on t k a n we fin d i n a ny o
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o e ee e
( 1 5 60 ? -
1 5 92 )
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’
s ] s ongs i mp erf ect j u s t i ce ha s k i tk er to been
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vei n o
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f— J .DD A IN N M N
fa n cy a nd a d i ct i on a t on ce p oeti ca l a n d’ easy t o be u n der
,

G TO S Y O D S : S k a ksp er e s P r edecessor s i n

Samuel Da n i el
( 1 5 62 -
1619 )
D a n i el , gen t l e, b l a n d, a n d good,
wi ses t mon i t or of woma n hood
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Ep s th e a dy a ga , C n ss C b a nd .
 Pre fa t o ry N o t e
disciples of John Lyly the E uphuist and in this
connection claims fli i y with—the author of the most a n t
, ,

famous novel of the period the A di of S idney

“ ”
a

S cattered throughout the romances whi h Lodge and

r ca .

Greene wrote in imitation of their master are some of

c

the daintiest lyrics which E lizabethan poetry on its ,

l ighter side has given us

Thou gh the critics mostly agree in pla ing the S ongs
.

c
of Lodge above those of his unhappy associate it is
probable that the latter had the more ori ginal—and ,

c reative mind a nimbler and more facile fancy for

much of the verse of Lodge is flagrantly derivative
,
1

Nevertheless that the author of R l i d possessed

.

n
the lyrical faculty in an e x eptional degree and used
, os a

it with graceful and commandin g skill no reader of

c ,

the well known Madrigal g can deny and despite ”

e
,

their imitative character some of his more tuneful

-
,
.
, ,
.

nu m bers remain amon g the rarest treasures of ,

E lizabethan son g
It is perhaps scarcely necessary to remark that
.

the somewhat disproportionate spa e ac orded here

, ,

c c
to the three poets represented is not to be taken as
indicating the present editor s appraisement of either ’

their omparative importan e the hierarchy of letters c in

or the relative value of their poeti al achievement
c
c
If however the in lusion of Daniel s stately Epi l
.

’
st e to
f C mb l d appear to all for j i fi
,
c
MC
,

e ou ntes s o er a n c us t ca
tion in view of what has been said as to the domin
u

ance in the followin g pages of the lyric note such

justification may surely be found in the fact that this
, , ,

noble poem represents one of the loftiest expressions

of its author s contemplative and well lan guaged
’

muse
H K E L SE Y WH IT E
.

A SHTO N NMUN-
DE R -L Y E,
. .

AY , 1 906 .

1 ere
“
ro
Th l re
woro t o e o et to P i i lliil were
p b ab y n o F
k L d g di d n o t as s m a
ri t e er t i
te wreitteterwitor le fier ree
Is o w o e n ch ly s of h is g n a n h s

M s o f h i s s nn s
el ow —i e (
h s t oo in g
r
a
n h th e
ss d g
s b
.

k of

R ons a r d s A mou r s a t h i s S dn y L e e i bi d
’
b . .

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 T h om a s L o dg e

R o sal in d s M ad r i ga l
’

L in my bosom like a bee

O VE
Doth su k his sweet
c
Now with his wings he plays with me
Now with his feet ,

Within mine eyes he makes his nest

.

His bed amidst my tender breast ,

My kisses are his daily feast ,

And yet he robs me of my rest

Ah wanton will ye
“
, ,

And if I sleep then p h h he er c et

With pretty fli ght
,

And makes his pillow of my knee ,

The livelong night

S trike I my lute he tunes the strin g
.

He music plays if so I sing

, ,

He lends me every lovely thing ,

Yet cruel he my heart doth sting

Whist wanton still ye
“
, ,

E lse I with roses every day

Will whip you he nce
And bind you when you long to play ,

For your o ffence

, ,

I ll hut mine eyes to keep you in

’
S
I ll make you fast it for your sin
’
,

I ll count your power not worth a pin

’
,

Alas what hereby shall I win

.

If he gainsay me ?
, ,

7
 Th om s a L dg o e

What if I beat the wanton boy

With many a rod ?
H will repay me with annoy
Be ause a g d
e ,

The sit you safely on my knee

c .

n
And let thy bower my bosom be ,

Lurk in mine eyes I like of thee ,

O Cu pid so thou pity me

-
,

S pare not but play thee

, ,

.
,

( R os a l i nd )

M o n t a n u s P r o t e s ta t i o n of
’

h i s L ove
F I R hall the heavens want starry light
ST S
The seas be robb ed of their waves ,

The day want sun the sun want bright ,

The ni ght want shade the dead men graves

, ,

The April flowers and leaf and tree , ,

Before I false my faith to thee

,

.
,

First shall the tops of highest hills

By hu mble plains be p i d o ve r r e

And poets scorn the Muses quills ’

,

And fish forsake the water glide ,

And Iris lose her coloured weed

-
,

Before I fail thee at thy need .

,

First direful hate shall turn to peace

And love rele nt in deep disd in ,

And Death his fatal stroke shall cease

a ,

And envy pity every pain ,

And Pleasure mourn and Sorrow smile ,

Before I talk of any guil ,

e .
,

First Time shall st y his stayless race

a
And Winter bless his boughs with corn ,

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 Th om s a L dg
o e

R os a der
’

s P ra i s e o f R sal in d o

L IK to the clear in highest phere

E S

Where all imperial glory hines S

,

O f self same colour is her hair

,

Whether unfolded or in twines

-
,

Heigh ho fair Rosaline

Her eyes are sapphires set in snow
,

Refining heaven by every wink ,

The gods do fear whenas they glow

And I do tremble when I think
Heigh ho would she were mine
,

Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud

That b i fi Aurora s face
e a ut
’

O like the ilver crimson shroud

es ,
r

That Phoebus smiling looks doth grace

S
’

Hei gh ho fair Rosaline

Her lips are like two budded roses
,

Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh

Within which bounds the balm encloses ,

Apt to entice a deity ,

Heigh ho would she were mine

,

Her neck like to a stately tower

Where Love hi m self imprisoned lies
,

To wat h for glances every hour ,

From her divine and sacred eyes

c

Hei gh ho fair Rosaline 1

Her paps are centres of delight
,

Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame ,

Where nature moulds the dew of light ,

To feed perfection with the same

Heigh ho would she were mine
,

With orient pearl with ruby red

With marble white with sapphire blue
,

,
,

10
 Th om s a L dg o e

Her body very way is fed

e
Yet soft in tou h and sweet in iew
c
,

V
Heigh ho fair Rosaline !
Nature hersel f her shape admires
,

The gods are wounded in her ight S

,

And Love forsakes his heavenly fires

And at her eyes his brand doth li ght
Heigh ho would she were mine
,

Then muse not Nym phs thou gh I bemoan

The absence of fair Rosaline
, ,

S ince for her fair there s fairer none

,
’

Nor for her virtues so divine ,

Hei gh ho fair Rosaline

Heigh ho my heart would God that she were mine
,
,

( R os a l i nd )

R o s a de r S econ d S o nn e t
’

T URN I my looks unto the skies

Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes ,

I f so I gaze upon the ground

Love then in every flower is found ,

S earch I the shade to fly my pain

Love meets me in the shade again ,

Wend I to walk in secret grove

E
’
en there I meet with sacred love ,

I f so I bain me in the spring

1

E’
en on the brink I hear him sing ,

If so I meditate alone ;

H e will be partner of my moan ,

I f so I mourn he weeps with me

And where I am there will he be
, ;

( Abridged from R
.
,

li os a nd .
)
te 1 Ba h .

II
 Th om s a L dg o e

Cor idon s S on g ’

A I and bonny country lass

B L THE
Hei h ho the bonny lass
g
Satsi hin on the tender rass
g g
,

And weeping said Will none come w me “

g ,

oo ?
A smicker boy a lither swain
1
,

Heigh ho a s m icker swain , ,

That in his love was wanton fain

,

With smiling looks straight came unto her ,

Whenas the wanton wench espied

Heigh ho when she espied ,

The means to make herself a bride

,

S h si m pered smooth like bonny bell

,

e
The swain that saw her squint eyed kind
-
.

Hei gh ho squint eyed kind

-
,

His ar ms about her body twined

-
,

And said Fair lass how fare ye ? well ?

, ,
,

The country kit said Well forso th o

”

Hei gh ho well forsooth , , ,

But that I have a lon ging tooth

,

A lon ging tooth that makes me cry ,

Alas l said he what gars thy grief ?

.

Hei gh ho what gars thy grief ,

A wound quoth she without relief

,
”

I fear a maid that I shall die

, ,

.
”

I f that be all the shepherd said ”

Hei gh ho the hepherd said ,

S
,

I ll make thee wive it gentle maid

’
,

And so recure thy malady ,

”
,

Hereon they kissed with many an oath

.

Hei gh ho with many an oath

'
,

And fore god Pan did plight their troth

’
,

S to the church apace they hie

o .

ru e 1 G ay , sp c .

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 Th o m a L dg
s o e

To P hy ll i s the Fa i r ,

S h e ph e r d e ss
M Y Phyllis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her ,

And Phyllis hath morn waking birds

Her risin gs for to honour
-

My Phyllis hath prime feathered flowers

.

That smile when she treads on them

-

And Phyllis b h a gallant flockat

That leaps since she doth own them
But Phyllis hath so hard a heart
.

Alas that she should have it ,

As yields no mercy to desert

,

Nor grace to those that crave it ,

S weet sun when thou l k on

.

’
oo st
Pray her regard my moan
, ,

S weet birds when you ing to her S

To yield some pity woo her
, ,

S weet fl w whenas she treads on ,

’
o
Tell her her beauty deads one
rs , ,

And if in life her love she nill agree me

,

Pray her before I die she will come see me ,

Fa i r ar t th o u P hy ll i s ,

F A I R art thou Phyllis so fair sweet maid a y,

As nor the sun nor I have seen more fair
, , ,

For in thy heeks sweet roses are embayed 1

And gold more pure than gold doth gild thy hair
c ,

S weet bees have hived their honey on thy tongue

.

And Hebe spiced her ne tar with thy breath ,

About thy neck do all the graces thron g

c

And lay such baits as mi ght entan gle Death ,

lo
.

1 E nc se d .

I4
 Th a L dg
om s o e

I n such a breast what heart would not be thrall ?

From such sweet arms who would not wish embraces ?
At thy fair hands who wonders not at l l a
Wonder itself through ig oran e embases n c
1

Yet nath eless though wondrous gifts you call these

.

My faith is far more wonderful than all these

, ,
.
,

O h appy L o v e ,

A R Y Phoenix in her radiant eyes

VE
I leave mine age and get my life again
,

True Hesperus I watch her fall and rise ,

A d with my tears extinguish all m y pain

, ,

n
My lips for shadows shield her sprin ging roses
.

Mine eyes for watchmen guard her while she sleepeth

My reasons serve to quiet her faint supposes
Her fancy mine my faith her fan y keepeth
.

Sh e,flower I branch her sweets my sours sup

,

,
,

p h
or te t
0 happy Love where such deli ghts h c on s ort e t

( S cyl l a s Meta morp /zos i s )

, ,
’
.

A La m e n t in S p r in g
THE earth late choked with showers
Is now arrayed in green , ,

Her bosom springs with flowers

The air dissolves her teen 2
,

The heavens laugh at her glory

Yet bide I sad and sorry .
,

The woods are decked with leaves

The trees are cloth ed g y a ,
,

1 um le
Is h b d . rrow 2 So .

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 Th o m a L dg
s o e

And Flora crowned with sh aves

With oaken bou ghs doth play
, e ,

Where I am clad in black

The token of my wrack .
,

The birds upon the trees

D sin g with pleasant voices
O
And hant in their de grees
c
,

Their loves and lu ky choices c

When I whilst they are sin ging
With si ghs mine arms am wringi g
, ,

n .

The thrushes seek the shade

And I my fatal grave ,

Their flight to heaven is made

My walk on earth I have ,

They free I thrall they jolly

I sad and pensive wholly ,

.
,

( S cy l l a s Meta morp kos i s )

’
.

Fa i r P h oe bu s F l o w e r up o n
’

a S u m me r M o r n
F A I R Phoebu flower upon a summer morn
’

Gan proud with love to show her painted pride

s ,
’

And g y with glory with a urious s orn

, , ,

Disdained those buds that blossomed her beside

,
a , c c

When Rose and Lilies Violets and Balm

( S carce warmed to work their beauties to a fl w )
,
’
o
With envious wrath near to a water calm
r

Behold my Phyllis in a happy hour .

Not waked w too mu h with solemn leep

n or
'

on c S
But sweetly l mb i g they behold my S aint
,
’
r n
,

The Rose and Lilies both together creep

s u ,

The one her lip the next her cheek did taint
, , .

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 Th om s a L dg o e

Fo r P i ty P r e tty Ey e s ,

FOR pity pretty eyes surcease

To give me war and grant m peace
, ,

e
Triu m phant eyes why bear you arms
.
,

Against a heart that thinks no harms ? ,

A heart already quite appalled

A heart that yields and is enthralled ? ,

Kill rebels proudly that resist

Not those that in true faith persist
,

And conquered serve your deity ,

Will you alas ommand me die ?

.

Then die I yours and death my cross

, , c

But unto you pertains the loss ,

.

( Tli e
’
P kceni x

Accu rs t be L ove
A UR be Love and those that
CC ST h i trains t ru s t
‘

s
He tastes the fruit whilst others toil ,

He brings the lamp we lend the oil

He sows distress we yield him soil ,

He w g h war we bide h foil

a et ,
,

t e .

Accurst be Love and those that trust his trains 1

He lays the trap we seek the snare ,

He h t h death we speak him fair ;

’
r e a t ne t
,

He oins de eits we foster care

c c
,

He favoureth pride we count it ra e,

, r .

A curst be Love and those that trust his trains

c
He seemeth blind yet wounds with art
,

He vows content he pays with smart ,

,

1 8
 Th o m a L dg
s o e

He swears relief yet kills h heart t e

He calls for truth yet scorns d
,

e sar t
Accurst be Love and those that trust his trains
.
,

Whose heaven is hell whose f joys are p

,

, e r e ct a Ins .

Tl i e P lue ni x N es t )
’
.

A D i s t r e ss e d M o th e r s ’

L u ll a by
LU A Y LL B
Ah little lads
Give ceaseless sorrow end with lullaby
, ,

S uck up my tears
That stream from out the fountains of mine eye
Feed feed on me
Whom no good hope or fortun glads
,

e
0 set me free
,

From those incessant and pursuin g fears

,

Which waken up my woes and kill my pleasure .

Lullaby
Weep weep no more
But let me weep and weeping weep life hence
, ,

That whilst you want , , , ,

I may not see false Fortune s proud pretence

,
’
,

When I m dead

W
a
My God perhaps will send you store ,

0 smile in need
, , .

Poor hungry babes let—smiles be nothing scant

, ,

I tears you s m iles both have no better treasure

,

To bring these woes ex eeding mean or measure

, ,

To lullaby
c
.

( Tb e L ife a nd B ea t/z o f i l l i a m L ongbea r d .

)

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 R o b e rt G reen e

Mn e a
p h o n s
’

S o ng
S O ME say Love
Foolish Love , ,

Doth rule and govern all h gods

,

t e
I say Love
I nconstant Love
, ,

S ets men s senses far at odds

,
’

S ome swear Love

.

S mooth faced Love

, ,

Is sweetest sweet that men can have

-
,

I say Love
S our Love
, ,

Makes virtue yield as beauty s lave

,
’
S
A bitter sweet a folly worst of all
That f h wisdom to be folly s thrall
o r ce t
,
’
,

Lov is sweet ?
e
Wherein sweet
In fading pleasures that do pain
Beauty sweet ?
I s that sweet
That yieldeth sorrow for a gain ?
I f Love s sweet
’

Herein sweet ,

That minutes joys monthly woes

,
’
a re
’
Tis not sweet
That is sweet
Nowhere but where repentance grows
Then love who list if beauty be so sour
.

Labour for me Love rest in prince s bower ,

,
’
.

( Menap lz on)
20
 R b r t Gr
o e e e ne

Mn e a
p h on s
’

R u n d l ay
o e

W H N tender ewes brought home with evening sun

E
Wend to their folds , ,

And to their holds ,

The shepherds trudge when light of day is done

Upon a tree ,

The eagle Jove s fair bird did perch

’

There resteth b ,

e
,

A little fly his harbour then did search

.

And did presume though others laughed thereat ,

To perch whereas the princely eagle sat

,

.
,

Th eagle frowned and shook his royal wings

e
And charged the fly , ,

From then e to hie

Afraid in haste the little creature fli g
c :
n s,
Yet seeks again
, ,

Fearful to perk h im by the eagle s side ,

’

With moody vein

.
,

The speedy post of Gany m ede replied ,

Vassal avaunt or with my wings you die ,

Is t fit an eagle seat him with a fly ?

’
, ,
”

The fly raved pity still the eagle frowned

c
The silly fly ,

Ready to die ,

Disgra ed displaced fell grovelling to the ground

,

The eagle saw

c , ,

And with a royal mind said to the fly ,

Be not in awe ,

I scorn by me the meanest creature die ,

Then seat thee here The joyful fly up fli g ”

n s,
And sat safe shadowed with the eagle s wings
.

22
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

D o r o n s D e s c r i pt i o n o f
’

Sa m e l a
L IK to Diana in her summer weed
E
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye ,

Goes fair S amela ,

Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed

When washed by Arethusa faint they lie ,

Is fair Samela ,

As fair Aurora in her morning grey

Decked with the ruddy glister of her love ,

Is fair S amela ,

Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day

Whenas her brightness Neptune s fancy move ’
,

S hines fair S amela

Her tresses gold her eyes like glassy streams
Her teeth are pearl the breasts are ivory
, ,

O f fair S amela
,

Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams

Her brows bright arches framed of ebony
’
, , ,

Thus fair Samela

Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue
And Juno in the how of m jesty S
,

For she s S amela ;

a ,
’

Pallas in wit —all three if you well view

For beauty wit and matchle s di gnity , ,

Yield to S amela
, ,
s ,

D o ro n s J ig ’

T R UG the shrubs as I gan cra k

H O H ’
c
For my la bs little ones m
Mongst any pretty ones
’
m
, ,

( Nymphs I mean ) whose hair was black

As the crow
Like the snow
23
 R b r t Gr n
o e ee e

Her face and brows shined I ween

I saw a little one ,

A bonny pretty one ,

As bright buxo m and as heen ,

S
,
As was she , ,

O her kne n e
That lulled the god whose arrow warms
S uch merry little ones
S u h fair faced pretty ones
,

c
As dally in love s chiefest harms
-
,
’

S uch was mine

Whose grey eyne ,

Made me love I gan to woo ’

This sweet little one

.

This bonny pretty one ,

I wooed hard a day or two

Till she bade ,

Be not sad
Woo no more I am thine own ,

Thy dearest little one

,

Thy truest pretty one

Thus was faith and fi m l ove hown
.

S
As behoves
r ,

S hepherds loves ’
.

M li e D e s c r i pt i o n
c e r tu s
’

o f
hi s M i s t r e ss
T UN on my pipe the praises of my love
E
And midst thy oaten harmony recount
, , ,

How fair she is that makes thy music mount

A d every string of thy heart s harp to move
,
’
n .

S hall I compare her form unto the sphere

Whence sun bright Venus vaunts her silver shine ? ,

Ah more than that by just ompare is thine

-

Whose crystal looks the loudy heav ns do clear

, c ,
c e .

24
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

I t s now a peace and then a sudden war

’

A hope consumed before it is conceived ,

At hand it fears and m h far e na c e t a

And he that gains is most of all deceived,

It is a se ret hidden and not known

c

Which one may better feel than wri te upon ,

P r in c e P s a mm e t ic hu s
’

u
S o nn e t
O ne of th e Ch a l dees h a vi ng a n i nsi gh t i n to t he l a s ci vi ou s
,

l ife o f [ P s a mmet i ch u s ] , p er s u a ded h i m to desi s t f r om s u ch fa di ng

p l ea s u r es , whose momen ta ry del igh ts di d b r eed l a s ti ng r ep r oach
a n d i nf a my ; t he y ou ng p r i n ce ma ki ng l igh t a ccou n t o
, f h is
wor ds , went i n to h i s s t u dy a nd wr ote h i m a n a nswer son net wi s e -

I N Cyprus sat fair Venus by a fount

Wanton Adonis toying on her knee ,

S h kissed the w g her darling of account

e
The boy gan blush which when his lover see
a ,
’

S h smiled and told him love might challenge debt

, ,

e
And he was young and might be wanton yet
,

,
.
,

The boy waxed bold fired by fond desire

That woo he could and court her with , ,

co nc e It
Reason spied thi and sought to quen h the fire c
With cold disdain but wily Adon straight
s,

Cheered up the flame and said Good Si what let ? r,

I am but young and may be wanton yet

,
, ,

.
”

Reason replied that beauty was a bane

To su h as feed their fancy with fond love
,

That when sweet youth with lu t is

c ,
’
ov e rt a e n,
It rues in g this could not Adon move
s

For Venus taught him still this rest to set

a e ,

That he was young and mi ght be wanton yet ,

,

Where Venus strikes with beauty to the quick

It littl vails sage Reason to reply
e
’
,

26
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

Few are the cares for such as are love sick

But love then though I wanton it awry
-
,

And play the wag from Adon this I get , ,

I am but young and may be wanton yet,

, ,

( P er i medes , th e B l a cks mi th .
)

The O l d M an s R p ly
’

e
THE S iren Venus nourished in her lap
Fair Adon swearing whiles he was a youth
He might be wanton note his after hap
,

The guerdon that such lawless lust

-
,

h ’
e ns u t
S lon g he followed flatterin g Venus lore
o
’

Till seely lad he perished by a boar

,
1
,
.
,

Mars in his youth did court this lusty dame

He won her love what mi ght his fancy let ,

He was but youn g ? at last unto his shame

Vulcan entrapped them slily in a net , ,

And called the Gods to witness as a truth ,

A lecher s fault was not excused by youth

’
.
,

I f crooked age h youth his spring

a c c ou nt e t

The pring the fairest season of the year ,

E nriched with flowers and sweets and many a thing

S , ,

That fair and gorgeous to the eyes appear , ,

It fits that youth the sprin g of m should be a n,

;

Riched with such flowers as virtue yieldeth thee

’
,

( P er i medes , th e B l acks mi th .
)

Fa i r i s my L ove
F A I R is my love for April in h face er
Her lovely breasts S eptember clai m s his part
, ,

And lordly July in her eyes takes place ,

But cold December dwelleth in her heart ,

Blest be the months that set my thought on fire

Accurst that month that hindereth my desire I
,
s ,

i m le 1 S p .

27
 R b r t Gr n
o e ee e

Like Phoebus fi re so sparkle both her eyes

’

As air perfumed with amber is her breath ,

Like swelling waves her lovely teats do rise

As earth her heart cold d h me to death ,

ate t
Ah me poor man that on the earth do live , ,

When unkind earth death and despair doth give

, , ,

In pomp sits mercy seated in her face

Love twixt her breasts his trophies doth imprint
’

Her eyes shine favour courtesy and grace

But touch her heart ah that is framed of flint , ,

Therefore my harvest in the grass bears grain , ,

The rock will wear washed with a winter s rain ,

’
.

P hy ll i s a n d C o r i d o n
PH
A d
Y ICoridon
n
kept sheep alon the western plains
LL S
did feed his flocks hard by
g ,

Thi shepherd was the flower of all the swains

s

That traced the downs of fruitful Thessaly

And Phyllis that did far her flo ks surpass c
,

In ilver hue was thou ght a bonny lass

S
,

,
.

A bonny lass quaint in her country tire ’

Was lovely Phyllis Coridon swore so , ,

Her lo ks her looks did set the swain on fire ,

He left his lambs and he began to woo

c , , ,

He looked he sighed he courted with a kiss ,

N better could the silly swad than this

0
, ,
1
.
,

He little knew to paint a tale of love

S hepherds can fan y but they annot say
,

Phyllis g s mile and wily thou ght to prove

c ,
c
’
an
What uncouth grief poor Coridon did pay ,

S h asked h i m h w his flo ks or he did fare

e o
Yet pensive thus his sighs did tell his care
c ,
.

low 1 C n.

28
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

Ne er breathed such glee from Philomela s bill

’ ’

Nor from the morning singer s swelling throat ’

,

Ah when h riseth from her blissful bed

-
.

S e
S h comforts all the world as doth the sun
, ,
e
And at her sight the ni ght s foul vapours fled ’
, ,

When she is set the gladsome day is done

0 glorious sun imagine me the west
.
,

S hine in my arms and set thou in my breast

, ,

W
( P a ndos t o ) .

M a e s ia s S o n g
’

S EE T are the thoughts that savour of content

Th quiet mind is ri her than a crown
e c

S weet are the nights in careless slumber spent

The poor estate s orns fortune s angry frown ’

S uch sweet content such minds such leep such

c
S

Beggars enjoy when princes oft do miss

,
, ,

.
,

The homely house that harbours quiet rest

The cottage that a ffords no pride nor care
The mean that grees with country music best
’

The sweet consort of mirth and modest fare

O bscur ed life sets down a type of bliss
A mind content both crown and kingdom is .

( Fa r e wel l to Fol ly )

W
.

An O de
D N the valley g he track
O
’
an
Bag and bottle at his back ,

In a surcoat all of gray ,

S uch wear palmers on the way

When with scrip and staff they see ,

Jesus grave on Calvary

’

A hat of straw like a swain

S helter for the sun and rain
, ,

With a scallop shell before ,

S andals on his feet h wore e

30
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

Le gs were bare arms unclad

S uch attire this palmer had
,

His face fair like Titan s shine

.

Gray and buxom were his eyne

Whereout dropped pearls of sorrow ,

S uch sweet tears l O doth borrow ve

When in outward dews she plains ,

Heart s distress that lovers pains

’

Ruby lips cherry cheeks

S uch rare mixture Venus seeks
,

When to keep her damsels quiet ,

Beauty sets them down their diet ,

Adon was not thought more fair

.

Curl ed locks of amber hair

L cks where love did sit and twine
o
,

Nets to snare the gazer s eyne ’

S uch a palmer ne er was seen

.

Less Love himself had palmer been

’
,

Yet for l l he was so quaint

.

a
S orrow did his visage taint
, ,

Midst the riches of his face

’

Grief deciphered high disgrace ,

E very step strained a tear

.

S udden i h showed his fear

S s
And yet h fear by his ight
IS S
E nded in a strange deli ght
That his passions did approve ,

Weeds and sorrow were for love ,

( N ever Too L a te ) .

Th e P a l me r s ’

O de
O LD on a day
Men al ca s
As in field this hepherd lay , ,

Tunin g of his oaten pipe

S ,

Which he hit with many a stripe ,

S aid to Coridon that he

,

O nce was young and full of glee

Blithe and wanton was I then
.

S uch desires follow men .

31
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

As I lay and kept my shee p

Came the God that hateth leep ,

Clad in armour all of fire

S ,

Hand in hand with queen Desire ,

And with a dart that wounded nigh ,

Pier ed my heart as I did lie

c
,

That when I woke I gan swear ’

Phyllis beauty s palm did bear ’

Up I start forth went I

.

With her face to feed mine eye

, ,

There I saw Desire sit

That m y heart with love had hit ,

Layin g forth bright beauty s hooks ’

,

To entrap my ga z in g look
Love I did and g to woo
s .

’
an
Pray and sigh all would not do
, ,

Wo m en when they take the toy

Covet to be counted y
,

co
,

Coy h was and I g court

.

’
S e an

S h thou ght love was but a sport

,

e
Profound hell was in my thought
S u h a pain de ire had wrou ght
That I sued with si ghs and tears
c s ,

S till ingrate she stopped her ears

Till my youth I had spent
, ,

Last a passion of repent

.

Told me flat that Desire

Was a brand of love fire ,
’

Whi h consumeth men in thrall

s ,

Virtue youth wit and all

c ,

At this saw ba k I start

, , .
,

Beat Desire from my heart

c ,

S hook off Love and made an oath

,

To be enem y to both ,

O l d I was when thus I fled

.

S u h fond toy as cloyed my head

But this I learned at Virtue s gate
c s
’

The way to good is never late .

”
,

N u n ou a m s er a es t a d bonos mor es z/ i a .

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o e e e ne

Down she sat pale and sad

No mirth in her looks she had , ,

Face and eyes showed distress

I nward i ghs discoursed no less
S
,

Head on hand mi ght I see

E lbow lean ed on her knee
,

Last she breath ed out this saw

0 that love hath no law
Love f h with constraint
,

e n or c e t
Love delighteth in complaint ,

Whoso loves hates his life

For love s pea e is mind s strife
’ ’
,

Love doth feed on beauty s fare

c
’

E very dish sauced with care

,

C h i fl women reason why

Love I s h h éd in their eye
e
atc
Thence it teppeth to the heart
S

There it p i h every part

o s o ne t
;

Mind and heart eye and thought ,

Till sweet love their woes hath wrought , ,

Then repentant they g cry ’

an
O my heart that trowed mine eye
, ,
1

Thus she said and then she rose

, ,

Face and mind both full of woes , ,

Flinging thence with this saw , ,

,

Fi e on l ove tha t h a th no l aw !

F ra n c e s c o s O de
’

W N I look ab ut the place

HE o
Where sorrow h up disgrace n ur s e t
Wrapped within a fold of cares ,

Whose distress no heart spares ,

E yes mi g ht look but see no light

Heart m gh think but on despite
I t
, ,

Sun did shine but not on me

S orrow said it may not be
, .

Tr te 1 us d .

34
 R b r t Gr n
o e ee e

That heart or eye should once possess

Any salve to cure distress
For men i prison must suppose
n
Their couches are the beds of woes
S eeing this I sigh ed then
.

Fortune thus hould punish men

,

S
But when I called to mind her face
For whose love I brook this place ,

S tarry eyes whereat my sight

,

Did eclipse with much deli ght

,

E yes that lighten and do shine

,

Beams of love that are divine , ,

Lily cheeks whereon besid e

Buds of roses show their pride
,

Cherry lips which did speak

Words that made all hearts to break
,

Words most sweet for breath was sweet ,

( S uch perfume for love is meet )

,

Precious words as hard to tell

.

Which m ore pleas ed wit or smell ,

When I saw my greate t pains ,

Grow for her that beauty st ains

s

Fortune thus I did reprove ,

N oth i ng g r z ef u l gr ows f r om l ove

’

vou s mo n b e l mi

W
’

N os e re z -
,
a

( In fidS o n g)
a
’
s

S Adon dar st not glance thine eye

E ET ,
’

N ’
m b l mi
os er ez z/ ou s , on
Upon thy Venus that must die ?
e a

j p i pity me
e v ou s en r e,
’
N os er ez n ou s , mon bel , mon bel ,
’
N os er ez y ou s , m on bel a mi

Se e how sad thy Venus lies ,

N ’
os er ez z/ ou s , mon bel a mi ?
35
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

Love in heart and t ars in eyes e

p i pity me
,

j e n ou s en r e,
N os er ez
’
n ou s , mon bel , mon bel ,
’
N os er ez nous , mon bel a mi ?

Thy face as fair as Paphos brooks ’

,
N ’
m
os er ez b l mi ?
n ou s , on e

Wherein Fancy baits her hooks

a

j p i pity me
e n ou s e n r e,

N ’
os er ez nou s , m on bel , mon bel ,
N ’
oser ez n ou s , mon bel a mi

Thy he ks like cherries that do grow

c e
lV
’
m b l mi ?
os er ez n ou s , on e

Amongst the western mounts of snow

a

j p i pity me
e n ous e n r e,

N oser ez
’
nou s , mon bel , mon bel ,
’
N oser ez nou s , mon bel a mi

Thy lips vermilion full of love , ,

N ’
m b l min ou s , on e
Thy neck as ilver white as dove
os er ez a

p i pity me
-

j e n ou s en r e,
N ’
os er ez n ou s , m on bel , mon bel ,
N ’
os er ez n ou s , mon bel a m i ?

Thine eyes like flames of holy fi

,
re s ,
N ’
m
os er ez b l mi ?
n ous , on e a

Burn all my thoughts with sweet desires

j p i pity me
e n ou s en r e,
’
N os er ez n ou s , m on bel , mon bel ,
1Vos er ez mon bel a mi ?
’
n ou s ,

All thy beauties sting my heart

N ’
m b l mi ?
n ous , on e a

I must die throu gh Cupid s dart

os er e z
’

j p i pity me
e n ou s en r e,
’
N os er e z n ous , mon bel , mon bel ,
nou s , mon bel a mi ?
’
N os er ez
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 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

E u ry machu s ln l au de m
M 1r 1 m1dae
W H N Flora proud in pomp of all her flowers
E
S bri ght and g y
,
at
,

And gloried in the dew of Iris showers

a ,
’

And did display ,

Her mantle chequered all with gaudy green

hen I
Al one
A mournful man I n E m was seen re c e .

With folded arms I trampled through the grass

Tracing as b e
,

That held the hrone of Fortune brittle glass

t
A d love to be
,

n
Like Fortune fleeting as the restless wind ,

Mix ed
, ,

With mists
Whos damp doth make the clearest eyes grow blind
e
,

Thus in a ma e I spied a hideous flame

z

I ast my sight
,

c
And saw where blithely bathing in the same
With great delight
,

A worm did lie wrapped in a smoky sweat ,

d yet,

Twas strange
’

I t careless lay and shrunk not at the heat ,

I stood amazed and wondering at the si ght

While that a dame ,

That shone like to the heaven s ri h sparkling light ’

,
c
Discoursed the same
And said My friend this worm within the fire
“
,

Which lies , ,

Content
I s Venus worm and represents desire
’
,
,
.

38
 R b rt Gr
o e ee ne

A salam der is this princely beast

an
Decked with a crown
Given him by Cupid as a gorgeous cr st ,

e
Gainst fortune s frown
Content he lies and bathes him I n the fl ame
’ ’
.

A d goes
,
n
Not forth
For why he cannot live without h same
,
,

t e .

“
As he so lovers lie within the fire
O f fervent love
,

And hrink not from the flame of hot desire

S
,

Nor will not mov e

,

From any heat that Venus force imparts ’

But lie ,

Content
Within a fire and wast away their h rts
, e ea .
”

Up flew the dame and vanished in a cloud

But there stood I
, ,

And many thoughts within my mind did shroud ,

O f love for why

I felt within my heart a scorching fi re ,

And yet ,

As did ,

The salamander twas my whole desir

,
’
e

R a dago n in D ia na m
IT was a valley gaudy green
Where Dia at the fount was seen
n
,

Green it was
And did pass ,

All other of Diana s bowers ’

I n the pride of Fl flowers or a S

’
,
.

A fount it was that sun s s no ee

Circled in with cypress trees ,
,

39
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

so nigh
Se t
Phoebus eye
AS
’

Could not do the vir gins scathe

To see them naked when they bathe ,

Sh sat there all in white

e
Colou fittin g her delight ,

Virgins so
r :

O u ght to go
For white in armory is placed ,

To b the colour that is chaste

e .

Her taffeta cassock mi ght you see

Tucked up above her knee
Which did show ,

There below
Legs as white as whale s bone ’

S white and chaste were never none

,

o .

H rd by her upon the ground

a
Sat her virgins in a round
, ,

Bathing their
Golden hair
And inging all in notes high
S
,

Fie on Venus flattering eye’

,

Fie on love it is a toy

Cupid witless and a b y
,

o
All his fires
And desires ,

Are plagues that God sent down from high

,

To pester men with misery .

,

As thus the virgins did disdain

Lovers joys and lovers pain
’ ’

Cupid nigh ,

Did espy
Grieving at Diana s song ,
’

S lyly stole these maids among

,

40
 R b rt Gr
o e e e ne

Where chilling frost alate did nip

There fl h h now a fire
as et
Where deep disdain bred noisom hat e e
There kindleth now desire .

Time causeth hope to have his hap

What care in time not eased ? ,

I n time I loathed that now I love

In both content and pleas d e .
,

T he S h e ph e r d s W i fe s S o n g
’ ’

A H, what is love I t is a pretty thing

?
As sweet unto a shepherd as a king ,

And sweeter too

For kings have cares that wait upon a crown ,

And cares can make the sweetest lov to frown e

,

Ah then ah then
.

If country loves such sweet desires do gain

, ,

What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? ,

His flocks are folded he comes home at night

As merry as a kin g in his delight , ,

And merrier too

For kings bethink them what the state requir ,

e,
Where shepherds careless carol by the fi r e.

Ah then ah then
I f country loves such sweet desires do gain
, ,

What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? ,

He k i h first then sits as blithe to eat

s s et
His cream and curds as doth the king his meat
,

And blither too ,

For kings have often fears when they do sup,

Where shepherds dread no poison in their cup ,

Ah then ah then
.

If country loves such sweet desires do gain

, ,

What lady would not lov a hepherd swain ? e s

,

42
 R b r t Gr
o e e e ne

To b d he goes as wanton then I ween

e
As is a king in dalliance with a qu en, ,

e
,

More wanton too

For kings have many griefs a ffects to mov ,

e,
Wh ere shepherds have no greater grief th an love
Ah then ah then
.

I f country loves such sweet desires do gain , ,

What lady wo ld not love a shepherd swain

u
,

Upon his couch of straw he sleeps as sound

As doth the king upon his beds of down ,

More sounder too

For cares cause kings full oft their sleep spill ,

to
Wher weary shepherds lie and snort their fill
e
,

Ah then ah then
.

I f country loves such sweet desires do g , ,

a In,
What lady would not love a shepherd swain ?
Thus with his wife he pends the year as blith S e
As doth the king at every t de or sith e
,
1

And blither too

i ,

For kings have wars and broils to take in hand ,

When shepherds laugh and love upon the land ,

Ah then ah then
.

If country loves such sweet desires do gain , ,

What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? ,

( O rp h a r i on)

M a d r i ga l 1

C U I abroad was lated in the ni ght

P D
’

His wings were wet—with ranging in the rain “

Harbour he sought to me he took his flight

To dry his plumes I heard the boy complain , ,

T i me o io
ga
1

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o ee ne

I ped the door and granted his d sir

o e e
I rose myself and mad the wag a fire
,
,
e .

Looking more narrow by the fire s flam ’

e,
I spied his quiver hanging by his back
Doubting h boy might my misfortune frame
t e
;

I would have gone for fear of further —

wrack ,

But what I d ad did me poor wretch b tide

r
,

e
For forth he drew an arrow from his sid
-
,

e .

He pierced the quick and I began to start

A pleasin g wound but that it was too high
, ,

His sh ft procured
a a sharp yet sugared
,
smart
Away he fl w —for why ? his wings were dry
.
, ,

e
But lef the arrow sticking in my breast
t
,

That sor I grieved I welcomed such a guest

e
,
.

( l bi d ) .

P h i l o me l a s O de th a t s he s u n g
’

in he r A r b o u r 1

IWhereI NGa bysilenta river

S TT s side
stream did glide
’
,

Muse I did of many things ,

That the mind in quiet brings

I g think how some men deem
.

’
an
Gold their god and some esteem
Honour is the chief content
That to man in life is lent
And some others do contend
Quiet none like to a friend
O thers hold there is no wealth
Compared to a perfect health
,

S ome man s mind in quiet stands

’

When he is lord of many lands

the o e i o let of I el
p n ng c up s ab
’
s O de i n N ever Too
( See p 33
44
 R b rt Gr n
o e ee e

For since he learned to use the poet s p ’

e n,
He learned likewise with smoothing words to feign
Witching chaste ears with trothless tongues of men ,

A d wronged faith with falsehood and disdain

,
n

W
He gives a promise now anon he sweareth N l
.

O
Who listeth for to prove shall find his changing
,

50
F i fie then on fancy
.

e,
It hinders youth s joy ’
,

Fair virgins learn by me

To count love a toy ,

( Gr oa ts wor th of it .
)

S o nn e t
W HA meant the poets in invective vers
T e
To sing Medea s shame and S cylla s pride
’ ’

Calypso s charms by whi h so many died ?

’
,

c
,

O nly for this their vi es they rehearse

c

That curious wits whi h in the world converse

May shun the dan gers and enticin g shows
c ,

O f such false sirens those home breeding foes

That from their eyes their venom do disperse
-
,

S soon kills not the basilisk with sight

.

The vipers tooth is not so veno m ous

o

The adder s tongue not half so dangerous

’

As they that bear the shadow of deli ght ,

Who chain blind youths in trammels of their hair ,

Till waste brings woe d sorrow hastes despair

,
an
,

( Ibi d )

V e rs e s W r i tt e n in the P o e t s ’

Las t I ll n e ss
D I I N G world that with alluring toys
EC E V
Hast made my life the subject of thy scorn
,

And scornest now to lend thy fading joys ,

T outlength my life whom friends have left forlorn

’
, ,

46
 R b r t Gr
o e ee ne

How well are they that die ere they be born

And never see thy slights which few men shun ,

Till unawares they helpless are undone l

,

O f have I sung of love and of his fi re ;

t
But now I find that poet was advised
Which made full fea ts increasers of desire
And proves weak love was with the poor despised
s ,

For when the life with food is not suff ced

What thoughts of love what motio of deli ght
i ,
n
What pleasance can proceed from such a wight ?
, ,

Witne s my want the murderer of my wit

s
My ravished sense of wonted fury reft
,

Wants such conceit as should in poems fit

, ,

Set down the sorrow wherein I am left

But therefore have high heavens their gifts bereft
Because so long they lent them me to use ,

And I so long their bounty did abuse .

,

0 that a year were granted me to live

And for that year my former wits restored 1 ,

What rules of life what counsel would I give

How should my sin with sorrow be deplored I
, ,

But I must die of every man abhorred

Time loosely spent will not again be won
My time is loosely spent and I undone
,

47
T h om a s and L o dg e
R o b er t G ree n e
W a n t o n B e a uty
B AU Y alas l where wast thou born
E T
Thus to hold thyself in scorn
,

?
,

Whenas Beauty kissed to woo thee

Thou by Beauty dost undo me ,

Heigh ho despise me not

, .

I and thou in sooth are one

Fairer thou I fairer none ,

Wanton thou and wilt thou wanton

,

Yield a cruel heart to plant on ?

, , ,

Do me ri ght and do me reason

Cruelty I s cursed treason
,

Hei gh ho I love heigh ho I love

:

Heigh ho and yet he eyes m not

,
, , ,
e .

A L ooki ng Gl as s for L ondo n

a nd E ngl a nd ) .

48
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W
Then amongst flowers and springs
Makin g deli ghtful sport ,

S ate lovers without onflict without fla m e

,

And nymphs and hepherds sings

c ,

Mixin g in wanton sort

S ,

h i p i g with songs then kisses with the same

’
r n s
Which from a ffe tion ame
s , ,

The naked virgin then

c c .

Her roses fresh reveals

Which now her veil onceals ,

The tender apples in her bosom seen

c ,

And oft in rivers clear

The lovers with their loves consorting were .

H N UR thou first didst close

O O
The sprin g of all delight
,

Denyin g water to the a m orous thirst

Thou gh fair eyes to lose
tau t st
’

The glory of their li ght

Restrained from men and on themselves reversed ,

Thou in a lawn did t first

.
,

Those golden hairs encase

s

Late spread unto the wind

Thou d loose grace unkind
.

’
'

rrIa st
G ’
av s tbridle to their words art to their pace ,

0 Honour ! it is thou
.
,

That m k that stealth which Love doth free allow

a
’
st ,
.

I t is thy work that brin gs

O ur griefs and torm ents thus
But thou fierce Lord of Nature and of Love
.

The qualifier of Kin gs

, ,

What dost thou here with us ,

That are below thy power shut from above ?

G 0, and fro m us remove ,

Trouble the migh y sleep t

’

Let ne gle ted base

s
us ,
Live still without thy gra e
c , ,

And h use of h ancient happy ages keep

c ,
’ ’
t t
Let s love this life of ours
’

Can make no truce with Time that all devours .

SO
 S a mu e l D a ni e l
Let s love the sun doth set and ris again
’
e
But whenas our short light
Comes once to set it m kes eternal mgh
, a t .

S h ad ow s
AR E they shadows that we see ?
And can shadows pleasure give ?
Pleasures only shadows be
Cast by bodies we conceive ,

And are made the thin gs we dee m ,

I n those figures which they seem .

But these pleasures vanish fast

Which by shadows are expressed
Pleasures are not if they last
In their passing is their best
, ,

Glory most bri ght and gay

15

I n a flash and so away

,
.

Feed apace then greedy eyes

O the wonder you behold
, , ,
n
Take it sudden as it flies
Though you take it not to hold ,

When your eyes have done their part

Thought must leng h it in the heart
t .
,

( Tethy s Fes ti na l )
’
.

E ar l y L o v e
A H I remember well — and how can I
But evermore remember well when first
,

flame began when scarce we knew what was

-

O
The fl ame we felt when as we sat and sighed
ur ,

And looked upon each other and conceived

Not what we ailed yet something we did ail
,
,

SI
 S a mu e l D a ni e l

W
And yet wer well and yet we were not well
e
And what was our disease we ould not tell
, ,

Then would we kiss then si gh then look and thus

c .

In that first garden of our si mpleness

, ,

e spent our childhood But when years began

To reap the fruit of knowledge ah how then
.

Would she with sterner looks with graver brow , ,

Che k my presumption and my forwardness , ,

Yet still would give me flowers still would how

c
S
What she would have me yet not have me know ,

T i mp h Act I S i l l 8 3
,
.
,

( Hy m
’
en s r u , .
, c . .
,
.

HAD orrow ever fitter place

S
To act his part
Than is my heart ,

Wher it takes up all the space ,

Where is no vein
e

To entertain
A thought that wears another fa e ? c

Nor will I sorrow ever have

Therein to be ,

But only th ee
To whom I full possession gave ,

Thou in thy name

Must hold the same
Until thou bring it to the grave
T i mph Act I
.

( Hy m
’
/ en s r u , .
,

L o v e s T o r me n t
’

L is a sickness full of woes

O VE
All remedies refusin g ,

A plant that with most cutting grows

Most barre with b st using
,

n e .

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Fair nymph if fame or honour were

To be attained with ease
,

Then would I come and rest with thee ,

And leave su h toils as these

But here it dwells and here must I
c .

With danger seek it forth ,

To spend the time luxuriously

Becomes not men of worth .

Ulysses 0 be not deceived

With that unreal name
,

This honour is a thin g i d c on c e v

’

And rests on others fame ’

Begotten only to molest

Our peace and to beguile—
The best thin g of our life our rest
,

And give us up to toil .

,

Delicious Nymph s ppose there were

Nor honour nor report , u

Yet manliness would scorn to wear

, ,

The time in idle sport

For toil doth give a better touch
.

T make us feel our joy

And ease finds tediousness as much
0 ,

As labour yields annoy .

W
Then pleasure likewise eems the hore s S
Whereto tends all our toil
Which you forego to m ke it more a
,

And perish oft the while ,

h may di port them diversely

.

o
Find never tedious day
s

A d ease may have variety

,

n
As well ction may
as a .

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But natures of the noblest frame

These toils and dan gers please ,

And they take comfort in the same ,

As much as you in case

And with the thou ght of actions past
Are recreated still
When Pleasure leaves a touch at last
,

To show that it was ill .

,

That doth Opi i only cause

n on
That s out of C m bred
’
u s to
Which makes us many other laws ,

Than ever N t did

No widows wail for our delights
a ur e .

O ursports are without blood ,

The world we see by warlike wights

Receives more hurt than good
, ,

But yet the state of things requir e

These motions of unrest
And these great pirits of high desire
S
S eem born to turn them best
To purge the m ischiefs that increase
And all good order mar ,

For oft we see a wicked peace ,

To be well changed for war .

Well well Ulysses then I see

I shall not have thee here
, , ,

A d therefore I will co m e to thee

n
And take my fortune there
I must be won that cannot win
.

Yet lost were I w n0 t

~

on
,

For beauty hath created been

To undo or be undone
, .

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S o nn e t s to D elia

W
U N the boundless ocean of thy beauty
TO
Runs this poor river charged with streams of zeal
Returning thee the tribute of my duty
hich here my love m y youth my plaints reve l
Here I unclasp the book of my charged soul
Where I have ast h ac ounts of all my care
Here have I summed my sighs here—I enroll
c t
,

’
c
,
,

,
a
,

How they wer spent for thee look what they

are
e

Look on the lear expenses of my youth

.

c
And see how just I re kon with thine eyes c
,

E xamine well thy beauty with m y truth

And ross my cares ere greater su m s arise ,

Read it sweet m aid though it be done but slightly

c ,

Who can how all his love doth love but lightly
,

S
,

,
.

Fair is my Love and ruel as she s fair c

’

Her brow hades frowns although her eyes are

S
,

sunny ;
Her smile are lightnin g though her pride despair
And her disdains are gall her favours honey
s ,

A modest maid d k d with a blush of honour ec

’
,

Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love

, ,

The wonder of all eyes that look upon her

S a red on earth d i g d a S aint above
,
’
n
Chastity and Beauty which were deadly foes
c , es .

Live reconcil ed friends within her brow ,

And had she pity to conjoin with those

Then who had heard the plaints I utter now ,

For had she not been fair and thus unkind

My Muse had slept and none had known my mind,
, ,

rev i o
1

is n
e e
N u mb
.
ere r d h it i o — oet fi l
as in th e 1 5 94 Ed n th e p
’
s na

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Now joy thy time before thy sweet be done
’

And Deli think thy mornin g must have ni ght

a,
And that thy bri ghtness sets at length to west
, ,

When thou wilt close up that whi h now thou h s o ws t ;

’

And think the same becomes thy fadin g b st

c
e
Which then shall most enveil and shadow most ,

Men do not weigh the stalk for that it was

.

When once they find her fl w her glory pass o

’
r, ,
,

( X L V)
Beauty sweet Love is like the morning dew
Whose short refre—h upon the tender green
, , ,

Cheers for a time but till the sun doth shew

s

And strai ght tis gone as it had never been

’

S oon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish

.

S hort is the glory of the blushing rose

The hue whi h thou so c refully dost nourish
c a
Yet which at len gth thou must be forced to lose ,

When thou surcharged with bu then of thy years

.

r
S halt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the ear h
, ,

t
And that in Beauty s lease e x pired appears
’
,

The Date of Ag —the Kalends of our Death

,

e,
,

But ah no more this must not be foretold ,

For women grieve to think they must be old

,

(XL V ) I
I must not rieve my Love whose eyes would read
Lines of delight whereon her youth might smile
g ,

Flowers have a time before they ome to seed

,

And she is young and now must port the while

c ,

S
And sport sweet Maid in season of these years
.
,

And learn to gather flowers before they wither

, , ,

And where the sweetest blossom first appears

Let Love and Youth conduct thy pleasures thither
Lighten forth s m iles to clear the clouded air
.

And calm the tem pest which my si ghs do raise

Pity and smiles do best become the fair
Pity and smiles must only yield thee prai e s

Make me to say when all my griefs are gone

.

Happy h heart that sighed for such a

, ,

t e on e .

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( xmx)
Care charmer Sleep son of the sable Ni ght
Brother to Death in silent darkness born
-
, ,
1

Relieve my languish and restore the light

, ,

With dark forgetting of my care return ,

And let the day be time enough to mourn , ,

The shipwreck of my ill adventu ed youth r

Let waking eyes su ffi ce to wail their scorn
-

Without the torment of the ni ght s untruth ’

,

Cease Dreams the images of day desires

.

To model forth the passions of the morrow

-
, , ,

Never let rising sun approve you liars

To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow ,

S till let me leep embracing clouds in vain

S
And never wake to feel the day s disdain
,
’
.
,

(L)
Let others sing of Knights and Paladines
In aged accents and untimely words

W
Paint hadows in imaginary lines
S

Which well the rea h of their high wits records

But I must sin g of thee and those fair eyes
c

Authentic shall my verse in time to come ,

When yet h unborn shall say L wh h l i

t
’
,
o, er e s e es
h b y m d hi m p k h
ea u t l w d mb s ea t at e se as
These are the arks the trophies I erect
os e a e u .

That fortify thy name against old age , ,

And these thy sacred virtues must protect

A gain t the dark and Time s consumin g rag
s
’
e
Though h error of my youth in them appear
.
,
’
t
S u ffi ce they shew I lived and loved thee dear
,

.
,

f J Fl et er
re r ee t o e er woe
’
C .

B h
ch

rot er e t
Ca -
s
l
Ch a
to
m i ng S
D a h
p , h u as of a l l s,

V ( Va l en ti ni a n , .

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W
\

S p r in g S o n g 1

NO each creature joys the other

Passing happy days and hours ,

One bird reports unto anoth r e

In the fall of ilver showers
S
Whilst the earth our common mother
Hath her bosom decked with flowers
, ,

Whilst the greatest torch of heaven

With bri ght rays warms Flora s lap ’

Making nights and days both even ,

Cheering plants with fresher sap ,

My field of flowers quite bereaven ,

Wants refresh of better hap ,

.
,

E cho daughter of the air

Babbling guest of rocks and hills
, ,

Knows the name of my fierce fair ,

And sounds the accents of my ills ,

E ach thing pities my despair

Whilst that she her lover kills ,

Whilst that she—O cruel maid

Doth me and my true love despise
My life s flourish is decayed
’
,

That depended on her eyes ,

But her will must be obeyed

And well he ends for love who dies ,

A e e
1
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He sees that let deceit work what it can
Plot and contrive ba e ways to high desir s
,

s
,

e
That h all guiding Providence doth yet
t e
,

Al l disappoint and mocks this smoke of wit

-

,
.

Nor is h moved with all the thunder cracks

e
O f tyrants threats or with the surly brow
-

O f power that proudly sits on others crime

,
’
s,
Charged with more cry ing ins than those he checks
,
S
The storms of sad confusion that may grow
.

Up in the present for the coming times ,

Appal not him that hath no side at all ,

But of himself and knows the worst can fall

,
,

Al though his heart so near allied to earth

Cannot but pity the pe plexed state ,

r
,

O f troublous and d i d mortality

’
s tr e s s
That thus make way unto the gly birth u
,

O f their own sorrows and do still beget

Affl iction upon imbecility ,

Y et seeing thus the course of things must run

He looks thereon not strange but as fore done
,

,
-
,

And whilst distraught Ambition compasses

And is encompassed whilst as Craft deceives
And is deceived whilst man doth ransack man
And builds on blo d and rises by distress o
,

And h inheritance of desolation leaves

t
’
,

To g eat exp cting hopes he looks thereon

r e
As from the shore of pea e with unwet eye
-
,

A d bears no venture in i mpiety

, ,

n .

Thus Madam fa es the man that hath prepared r

A rest for his desires and sees all things
, ,

Beneath him and b h learned this book of man at

,

Full of h notes of frailty and compared

t e
, ,

The best of glory with her sufferings ,

By whom I see you labour all you can

To pl nt your he rt and set your thoughts as near
a
, ,

a
His glorious mansion as your powers can bear ,

, ,

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Which Madam so soundly f h i éd are as on
By that clear judgm ent that hath carri d you
, ,

e
Beyond the feeble limits of your kind ,

As they can stand against the strongest head ,

Passion make inured to any hue

can
The world can ast hat cannot cast that mind
c t
Out of her form of goodness that doth see
Both what the best and worst of earth can be ,

Whi h makes that whatsoever here befalls

You in the region of yourself remain
c , ,

Where no vain breath of h impudent molests t

’

That lieth secured within the brazen walls ,

O f a clear conscien e that without all stain c

Rises in peace in inno ency rests c

Whilst l l what M lice from without procures

a
,

a
S hows her own ugly heart but hurts not yours
,

, .

And where s none rejoice more in reveng

a e
Tha women use to do yet you well know
n
That wrong is better checked by being contemned ,

Than being pursued leaving to him t avenge ’

To whom it appertains wherein you how ;

S
How worthily your le rness hath condemned
Base Malediction livin g in the dark
c a

That at the rays of goodness still doth bark

, ,

Knowing the heart of man is set to b e

The centre of his world about the which
These revolutions of disturbances ,

S till roll ; where all h aspects f misery ’

t o
Predominate ; whose strong e ffects are such
As he must bear being pow l to redress r es s
And that unless above himself he can,

E rect himself how poor a thing

, man 15

And how turmoiled they are that level lie

With earth and annot lift themselves from thenc
c
That never are at peace with their desires
, e

But work beyond their years and deny , c v 11

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,

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Dot g h rest and hardly will dispense
a e er
With death that when Ability expires
,

Desire lives still so much deli ght they have ,

To carry toil d travail to the grave

an
,

Whose ends you see and what can be the best

They rea h unto when they have cast the sum
c
,

k i g of their glory and you know

,
A d
n rec
’
n n s

This floatin g life hath but this port of rest ,

,

A h p p
ea r t d hre f are i ll m t at ea r s no to
And that man s greatness rests but in his how
co e
’

The best of all whose days consum ed are

S ,

E ither in war or peace conceiving war

,

, .

This concord Madam of a well tuned mind

Ha h be n so set by that all working hand
-
, ,

t e
O f Heaven th t though the World hath done his worst
-

a
To put it out by discords most unkind
, ,

Yet doth it still in perfect union stand

, ,

With God and man nor ever will be forced

From that most sweet accord but still agree
E qual in Fortune s inequality
, ,
’
.

And this note Madam of your worthiness

Remains recorded in so many hearts
, ,

As tim nor malic cannot wrong your right

e e
,

In h inheritance of fame you must possess

t
’

You that have built you by your great deserts ,

O ut of sm ll means a far more exquisite ,

And glorious dwellin g for your honoured name

a ,

Than all the gold of leaden minds can f ame

,

r .

Tu m b u l l 62° Sp ea r s , P r i n te r s , E d i nb u rg h .