TO THE FAIREST
Parue, nec inuideo, ine me liber ibis ad illam,
Hei mihi quod domino no licet ire tuo.Trift.I.
for W. P.
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unto your indifferent cen-
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Lo here I ope my orrovves pasion,
That eu'rie illie eye may vievv mot plaine,
A entence giuen on no occaion.
If that by chaunce they fall mot fortunate,
Within thoe cruell hands that did enact it,
Say but, alas he vvas too pasionate,
My doome is pat, nor can be novv vnactit.
So mayt thou ee I vvas a potlee louer,
And grieue vvithall that ere thou dealt o ore.
Vnto remore vvho goes about to moue her,
Purues the vvinged vvinds, and tils the hore.
Louelie is her emblance, hard is her hart,
Wauering is her mind, ure is her dart.
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Oh happie houre, and yet vnhappie houre,
When firt by chaunce I had my goddee vievved,
Then firt I tasted of the svveetet oure,
Wherevvith the cup of Cypria is embrevved.
For gazing ferme vvithout upition,
Loue coopt behind the charet of her eye,
Iutly to choole my bold preumption,
Againt my hart did let an arrovv flie:
Faire ir, quoth he, to practie haue you nought
But to be gazing on deuinitie?
Before you part, your leare you hall be tought,
With that attonce he made his arrovves hie:
Imperious God, I did it not to loue her,
Ah, tay thy hand, I did it but to proue her.
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Proue her ? Ah no, I did it but to loue her:
Then hoote amaine, drad liege, I tand vnarmed,
Altho no hope that any thing may moue her,
Some eae it is to be by beautie charmed.
Then quicke, my liege, th quicke, & end thy game,
That all the vvorld may ee hovv thou hat plagu'd vs,
Then cruell he hall vieww vnto her blame,
That all men be not fickle as they'ue term'd vs:
May be, my vvords may vvinne contrition;
If not my vvords, my obs; if not my obs,
My teares may moue her to compasion;
If teares do faile, my tears, my vvords, my throbs,
Ay me, Ah no, teares, vvords, throbs all in vaine,
She cornes my dole, and mileth at my paine.
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Oh heauenly Cœlia, as faire as vertuous,
The only mirrour of true chatitie,
Haue I beene gaint thy godhead impious,
That thus am guerdond for my fealtie?
Haue I not hed vpon thine yu'rie shrine,
Huge drops of teares vvith large eruptions?
Haue I not offred eu'ning and at prime
My ighs, my Palms o inuocations?
VVhat be mens ighs, but cals of guilefulnee?
They hevv, deare loue, true proofs of fermitie
What be your teares, but meere vngratiounee?
Teares only plead for our implicite:
VVhen all trike mute, he aies it is my dutie,
And claimes as much as to her deitie.
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Faire Queene of Gnidos come adorn my forehead,
And crovvne me vvith the lavvrell emperor,
I'ó thrie ing I'ó about thy Poet,
Loe on my goddee I am conqueror.
For once by chaunce, not ure, or vvittingly,
Vpon my foot, her tender foot alighted,
With that he plukt it off full vvimbely,
As though the verie touch had her afrighted:
Deere mitree, vvill you deale o cruelly,
To priue me of o mall a benefit?
What ? do you iert it off o nimbely,
As though in verie ooth a nake had bit it?
Yea bit perhaps indeed: Ho, Mues blab you?
Not a vvord Pieannets, or I vvill gag you.
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Good God hovv encelee be vve paramours,
So proudly on a nothing for to vaunt it?
We cannot reape the meanet of all fauours,
But by and by vve thinke our ute is grauntit.
Had ye oberu'd tvvo planets vvhich then moted,
Tvvo certaine ignes of indignation,
Ye vvould haue deemed rather both conented,
To turne all hopes to deperation.
Then can you vvauer o incontantly,
To hevv firt loue, and then didainfulnee?
Firt for to bring a dramme of courteie,
Then mix it vvith an ounce of cornfulnee?
No, no, the doubt is anvver'd, certainlie
She trod by chaunce, he trod not vvittingly.
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If it be in o dearely for to loue thee,
Come bind my hands, I am thy prioner,
Yet if a parke of pittie may but moue thee,
Firt it vpon the caue commisioner.
The ame vvell heard may vvret incontinent
Tvvo floods from foorth thoe rocks of adamant
Which treaming dovvne vvith force impatient,
May melt the bret of my fierce Rhadamant.
Dearet cruell the caue I ee dilikes thee,
On vs thy brovves thou bends o direfully;
Enioine me pennaunce vvhatoeuer likes thee,
What e're it be I'le take it thankefully.
Yet ince for loue it is I am thy bondman,
Good Cœlia ve me like a Gentleman.
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Strike vp, my Lute, and eae my heauie cares,
The onely olace to my pasions,
Impart vnto the aires thy pleaing aires,
More vveet than heauenly conolations.
Reheare the ongs of forlorne amor'us
Driv'ne to depaire by dames tyrannicall,
Of Alpheus loe, of vvoes of Troilus,
Of Rowlands rage, of Jphis funerall.
Ay me, vvhat vvarbles yeelds mine intrument?
The baes skrieke, as though they vvere amis,
The Meanes, no meanes, too fad the meriment,
No, no, the muicke good, but thus it is,
I loath both Meanes, meriment, Diapaons,
So he and I may be but Vnions.
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Whilt others vveene ole hopes to be a auue,
Sole hopes I find to be my coroiues:
Whilt others found in hopes an harbour haue,
From hopes I feele a ea of orrovves rie:
For vvhen mild hopes hould eae my raging fires,
They feter more, in that they are but hopes:
Then vvhilt I touch the port of my deires,
A torme of hate doth burt mine anchor ropes.
Were I but once reolued certainly,
Soon hould I knovv vvhich point my helme to tere,
But he denies my ute mot vvomanly,
As hidden documents for vs to heare.
Loe this the caue my hell forakes me neuer.
Tell me, (deare vveet) thus hal I liue for euer?
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¶ A MYSTERIE.
To vvinne the Fort hovv oft haue I aayd,
Wherein the heart of my faire mitree lies?
What Rammes, vvhat mines, vvhat plots haue I not layd?
Firt from the leads of that proud citadell,
Do foulder forth tvvo fierie culuerines,
Vndertvvo red coates keepe the Larum bell,
For feare of cloe or open venturings.
Before the gates Scorne, Feare, and Modetie,
Do toe amaine their pikes, but boue them all
Pudic'itie vveilds her taffe mot manfullie,
Garded vvith blocks that keepe me from the vvall,
Yet if this taffe vvill ford me cleare the vvay,
In pite of all I'le beare my Dame avvay.
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¶ TO POLYXENA.
Of all the vvomen vvhich of yore haue beene,
Alcest for vertue may be glorify'd,
For courage Teuce, for features Spartaes queene,
For all in one Polyxen' deify'd.
If true it be by old Philoophie,
Thee oules to haue ince detin entered,
To other bodies of like impathie,
Thou art the lat of thee Metemps' choed.
Thy courage vvoonderous, thy vertues peerelee,
Thy features haue the fairet Ladies blamed,
Then if thou corn't not uch a Monarchee,
Henceforth by reaon good, thou halt be named,
Nor Teuce, nor Alcest, nor faire Helena,
Thou halt be nam'd my deare Polyxena.
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Cœlia, of all vveet courteies reolue me,
For vvihed grace, hovv mut I novv be doing,
Since Ops the cõplet't frame vvhich did abolue thee,
Hath made each parcell to my ole vndoing?
Thoe vvires vvhich hould thy corps to mine vnite,
Be raies to daze vs from o neere approch,
Thine eyne vvhich hould my nighted ailers light,
Be hot to keepe them off vvith foule reproch.
Thoe ruddie plummes embrevv'd vvith heauenly foods,
Wh I would ucke th turne to driet currall,
And vvhen I couch betvveene her lillie buds,
They urge like frothie vvater mounts aboue all:
Surelie they vvere all made vnto good ves,
But he them all vntovvardly abues.
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With greeueus thoughts & vveighty cares oppret,
One day I vvent to Venus Fanacle,
Of Cyprian dreames vvhich did me ore molet,
To be reolv'd by certaine oracle,
No ooner vvas I pat the temples gate,
But from the hrine vvhere Venus vvont to tand,
I avv a Ladie faire and delicate,
Did beckon to me vvith her yu'rie hand.
VVeening he vvas the goddee of the Fane,
VVith cheerefull lookes I tovvards bent my pace,
Soone vvhen I came, I found vnto my bane,
A Gorgon hadovv'd vnder Venus face,
Whereat afright, vvhen backe I vvould be gone,
I tood transformed to a peechlee tone.
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When once I avv that no intreats vvould moue her,
All means I ought to be deliuered,
Againt vvhite Cupid and his golden mother,
In hie contempt bae vvords I vttered;
When both from clouds of her bright firmament,
With heauie griefes and trong didaine urmounted,
Vpon my thoughts and me did hoot reueng'ment,
Whilt in our highet prides vve vvere amounted.
Nor be they pleas'd to giue vs all thee vvounds,
To make me languih as a dying liuer,
But from her orbes they fling their fiarbronds,
Thereby to quite conume both hart and lyuer :
Pardon, drad povv'rs, pardon my rah offence,
By heauens bright vaile, t'vvas gaint my cõcience.
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What may be thought of thine vntovvardnee,
That moouet till at euerie motion?
What may be hop'd of o trange vncouthnee,
That cornes all vovves, cornes all deuotion?
If I but ue, thou vvouldt releeue myne anguih,
Tvvo threatning arcks thou bendet rig'rouly;
Then if I vveare thy loue doth make me languih,
Thou turn't avvay, and milet cornfully ;
Then if I vvish thou vvould't not tyrannie,
Of Tyrannie thou maket but a mock'ry,
And if I vveepe, my teares thou doot depie,
And if I tir, thou threatent battery:
Froune on, mile on, mocke me, depie me, threat mee,
All shall not make me leaue for to intreat thee.
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Relent my deere, yet vnkind Cœlia,
At length relent, and giue my orrovves end,
So hall I keepe my long vviht holyday,
And et a trophey on a frovvard frend,
Nor tributes, nor impots, nor other duties,
Demaund I vvill as lavvfull conqueror;
Duties, tributes, impots vnto thy beauties,
My elfe vvill pay, as yeelded eruitor.
Then quicke relent, thy elfe doth conquer vs :
Braue ir and vvhy, quoth he, mut I relent?
Relent, cry'd I, thy elfe doth conquer vs,
VVhen eftoons vvith my propper intrument,
She cut me off, ay me, and anvvered,
You cannot conquer and be conquered.
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I cannot conquer and be conquered:
Then vvhole my elfe I yeeld vnto thy fauor,
Behold my thoughts flote in an ocean battered,
To be cat off, or vvafted to thine harbor;
If of the ame thou vvilt then take acceptance,
Stretch out thy fairet hand as flag of peace,
If not, no longer keepe vs in attendance,
But all at once thy firie hafts releae.
If thus I die, an honet caue of loue,
Will of my fates the rigor mittigate,
Thoe gratious eyne vvhich vvill a Tartare moue,
Will proue my cae the lee vnfortunate,
Altho my friends may rue my chaunce for ay,
It vvill be aid, he dy'de for Cœlia.
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It hall be ayd I dy'de for Cœlia;
Then quicke thou grielie man of Erebus,
Tranport me hence vnto Proerpina,
To be adiudg'd as vvilfull amor'us:
To be hong vp vvithin the liquid aire,
For all the ighs vvhich I in vaine haue vvated,
To be through Lethes vvaters clened faire,
For thoe darke clouds vvhich haue my lookes or'ecated,
To be condemd to euerlating fire,
Becaue at Cupids fire I vvilfull brent me,
And to be clad for deadly dumps in mire:
Among o manie plagues vvhich shall torment me,
One olace I hall find vvhen I am ouer,
It vvill be knovvne I dy'de a contant louer.
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Receaue thee vvrits, my vveet and deeret frend,
The liuelie patterns of my liuelee bodie,
VVhere thou halt find in Hebon pictures pend,
Hovv I vvas meeke, but thou extreamlie blodie.
I'le vvalke forlorne along the vvillovv hades,
Alone complaining of a ruthlee dame;
VVhere ere I pae, the rocks, the hilles, the glades,
In pittious yelles hall ound her cruell name,
There I vvill vvaile the lot vvhich fortune ent me,
And make my mones vnto the auage eares,
The remnant of the daies vvhich nature lent me,
Ile pend them all, conceald, in ceaelee teares.
Since vnkind fates permit me nor t'enioy her,
No more, burt eyes, I meane for to annoy her.
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M A D R I G A L L.
When first I heard thy loues to Laya,