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Yet will she blush, here be it said, To hear her secrets sb bewray'd.


Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not

Forth; they die :
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all sleeping,
Nymphs back peeping

All our pleasure knowu to us poor swains,
All our merry ineetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is filed,
All our love is lost, for love is dead.
Farewel, sweet love,
Thy like ne'er was

For sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Poor Coridon
Must live alone,

Other help for him I see that there is none.


When as thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stalld the deer that thou should'st strike,
Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy, partial might:

Take counsel of some wiser head,

Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,
Lest she some subtle practice smell ;
(A cripple soon can tind a halt :)

But plainly say thou lov'st her well,

And set her person forth to sale.
What though her frowning brows be bent,
Her cloudy looks will calm ere night ;
And then too late she will repent,
That thus dissembled her delight;

And twice desire, ere it be day,

That which with scorn she put away.
What though she strive to try her strength,
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
Her feeble force will yield at length,
When craft hath laught her thus to say:

“ Had women been so strong as men,

In faith you had not had it then."
And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend,-and chiefly there
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:
The strongest castle, tower, and town,

The golden bullet beats it down.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble, true;
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Press never thou to choose anew :

When time shall serve, be thou not slack

To proffer, though she put thee back.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.

Have you not heard it said full oft,

A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
Think women still to strive with men,
To sin, and never for to saint:
There is no heaven, by holy then,
When time with age shall them attaini.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,
• One woman would another wed.
But soft; enough,—too much I fear,
lest that my mistress hear my song ;
She'll not stick to round me i th'ear,
To teach my 'ongue to be so long :

As it fell upon a day,
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did spring
Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone :

bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity :
Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry,
Teru, Teru, by and hy :
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain ;
For her griefs so lively shewn,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah! (thought I) thou mourn'st in vain ;
None take pity on thy pain :
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee;
King, Pandion, he is dead;
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ·
All thy fellow birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing:
Even so, poor bird, like thec,
None alive will pity me.
Whilst as fickle fortune smild,
Thou and I were both beguil'd.
Every one that flatters thee,
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find.
Every man will be thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call :
And with such like flattering,

Pity but he were a king.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice :
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown :
They that fawn'd on him before,
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need,
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep :
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

Take, oh, take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn ;
And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn :
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but seald in vain.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow,

Are of those that April wears,


But first set my poor heart free,

So between them love did shino, Bound in those icy chains by thee.

That the turtle saw his right

Flaming in the phenix' sight. Let the bird of loudest lay,

Either was the other's mine. On the sole Arabian tree,

Property was thus appall'd, Herald sad and trumpet be,

That the self was not the same ; To whose sound chaste wings obey.

Single nature's double name But thou shrieking harbinger,

Neither two nor one was call'a. Foul pre-currer of the fiend,

Reason, in itself confounded, Augur of the fever's end,

Saw division grow together ; To this troop come thou not near.

To themselves yet either-neither, From this session interdict

Simple were so well compounded.

That it cried how true a twain Every fowl of tyrant wing,

Seemeth this concordant one ! Save the eagle, feather'd king :

Love hath reason, reason none, Keep the obsequy so strict.

If what parts can so remain. Let the priest in surplice white,

Where upon it made this threne That defunctive music can,

To the phenix and the dove, Be the death-divining swan,

Co-supremes and stars of love ; Lest the requiem lack his right.

As chorus to their tragic scene.
And thou, treble-dated crow,

Tbat thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou givest and tak'st,

Beauty, truth, and rarity,

Grace in all simplicity, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here inclos'd in cinders lie. Here the anthem doth commence :

Death is now the phenix' nest; Love and constancy is dead ;

And the turtle's loyal breast Phænix and the turtle fied

To eternity doth rest, In a mutual flame from hence.

Leaving no posterity: So they lov'd as love in twain

'Twas not their infirmity, Had the essence but in one ;

It was married chastity. Two distincts, division none :

Truth may seem, but cannot be ; Number there in love was slain.

Beauty brag, but 'tis not she ; Hearts remote, yet not asunder ;

Truth and beauty buried be, Distance, and co space was seen

To this urn let those repair, 'Twixt the turtle and his queen :

That are either true or fair ; But in them it were a wonder.

For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside,
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,

Some in her threaden billet still did bide,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And, true to bondage, would not break from the ce,
And down I lay to list the sad tuo'd tale :

Though slackly braided in loose negligence. Ere long espy'd a fickle maid full pale,

A thousand favours from a maund she drew Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,

Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Which one by one she in a river threw, Upon her head a platted hive of straw,

Upon whose weeping margent she was set, Which fortified her visage from the sun,

Like usury, applying wet to wet, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw

Or monarchs' hands, that let not bounty fall, The carcase of a beauty spent and done.

Where want cries some, but where excess begs all. Time had not scythed all that youth begun,

Of folded schedules had she many a one, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, which she perus’d, sigh’d, tore, and gave the food, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear’d age. Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone, Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,

Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud; Which on it had conceited characters,

Found yet more letters sadly pena'd in blood,

With sleided silk feat and affectedly Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine

Enswath'd, and seal'd to curious secrecy.
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,

These often bath'd she in her fuxive eyes,
And often reading what contents it bears ;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,

And ofteu kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear;
In clamours of all size, both high and low.

Cry'd, 0 false blood ! thou register of lies,

What unapproved witness dost thou bear! Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride, Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here! As they did battery to the spheres intend;

This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, Sometime diverted their poor balls are ty'd Big discontent so breaking their contents. To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend

A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh, Their view right on; anon their gazes lend

(Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew To every place at once, and no where fix'd, The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.

Of court, of city, and had let go by

The swiftest hours.) observed as they flew;
Her hair, nor loose, nor ty'd in formal plat, Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride ; And, privileg'd by age, desires to know
For some untuck'd, descended her sheay'd hat, In brief, the grounds and motives of her woe.

So slides he down upon his grained bat,

Many there were that did his picture get, And comely-distant sits he by her side ;

To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; When he again desires her, being sat,

Like fools that in the imagination set Her grievance with his hearing to divide :

The goodly objects which abroad they find If that from him there may be aught apply'd Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd; Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,

And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them, 'Tis promis'd in the charity of age.

Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them • Father, she says, though in me you behold So many have, that never touch'd his hand, The injury of many a blasting hour,

Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart. Let it not tell your judgement I am old ;

My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power :

And was my own fee simple, (not in part,) I might as yet have been a spreading Power,

What with his art in youth, and youth in art, Fresh to myself, if I had self-apply'd

Threw my affections in his charmed power, Love to myself, and to no love beside.

Reserv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower. But woe is me! too early I attended

Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
A youthful suit (it was to gain any grace)

Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded ;
Of one by nature's outwards so commended, Finding myself in honour so forbid,
That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face:

With safest distance I mine honour shielded : Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place ; Experience for me many bulwarks builded And when in his fair parts she did abide,

Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil She was new lodg'd and newly deified.

of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. His browny locks did hang in crooked curls ; But ah! who ever shuna'd with precedent And every light occasion of the wind

The destin'd ill she must herself assay ? Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.

Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content, What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find :

To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; Counsel may stop a while what will not stay;
For on bis visage was in little drawn,

For when we rage, advice is often seen
What largeness thinks in paradise was sawa. By bluating us to make our wits more keen.
Small show of man was yet upon his chin ; Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
His phenix down began but to appear,

That we must curb it upon others' proof,
Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin,

To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, Whose bare out-bragg’d the web it seem'd to wear; For fear of harns that preach in our behoof. Yet shew'd his visage by that cost most dear ; O appetite, from judgement stand aloof! And nice affections wavering stood in doubt The one a palate hath, that needs will taste, If best 'twere as it was, or best without.

Though reason weep, and cry it is thy last. His qualities were beauteous as his form,

For further I could say, this man's untrue, For maiden tongu'd he was, and thereof free, And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; Yet, if men mor'd him, was he such a storm Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,

Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling ; Wben winds breathe sweet, unruly thougb hey be. Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth, Thought, characters, and words, merely but art, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. Well could we ride, and often men would say And long upon these terms I held my city, That horse his mettle from his rider takes :

Till thus he 'gan besiege me : “Gentle maid,
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, (makes !" | Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
What rounds, whai bounds, what course, what stoo he And be not of my holy vows afraid :
And controversy hence a question takes,

That's to you sworn, to none was ever said ;
Whether the horse by him became his deed,

For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, Or he his manage by the well.doing steed.

Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow. But quickly on his side the verdict went,

All my offences that abroad you see, His real habitude gave life and grace

Are errors of the blood, none of the mind: To appertainings and to ornament,

Love made them not; with acture they may be, Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case :

Where neither party is nor true nor kind : All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, They sought their shaine that so their shame did find; Came for additions ; yet their purpos'd trim

And so much less of shame in me remains, Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him. By how much of me their reproach contains. So on the tip of his subduing tongue

Among the many that mine eyes have seen, All kind of arguments and question deep.

Not one whose fiame my heart so much as warm’d, All replication prompt, and reason strong,

Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep: Or any of my leisures ever charın'd:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,

Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm’d, He had the dialeci and different skill,

Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, Catching all passions in his craft of will ;

And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. That he did in the general bosom reign

Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of young, of old ; and sexes both enchanted, Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
In personal duty, following where he haunted : Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have grantei; In blood less white and the encrimson'd mood;
And dialogu'd for him what he would say,

Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

And lo! behold these talents of their hair. When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
With twisted metal amorously impleach'a. Of stale example? When thou wilt in dame,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair,

How coldly those impediments stand forth (Their kind acceptance weepingly beseecli'd,) Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? (shame With the annexions of fair gems enrich’d,

Love's arms are peace,'gainst rule,'gainst sense, gainst And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. The diamond; why 'twas beautiful and hard, Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Whereto his invis'd properties did tend;

Peeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard And supplicant their sighs to you extend, Weak sight their sickly radiance do amend; And leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend Lending soft audience to my sweet design, With objects manifold; each several stove, And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath, With wit well blazon'd, smil'd or made some moan. That shall prefer and undertake my troth.” Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,

This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Of pensive and subdu'd desires the tender,

Whose sights till then were levellid on my face , Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not, Each cheek a river running from a fount But yield them up where I myself must render, With brinish current downward fow'd apace That is, to you, my origin and ender :

O how the channel to the stream gave grace! For these, of force, must your oblations be, Who, glaz’d with crystal, gate the glowing roses Since I their altar, you enpatron me.

That Aame through water with their hue incloses
O then advance of yours that phraseless hand, O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise ; In the small orb of one particular tear?
Take all these similies to your own command, But with the inundation of the eyes
Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ; What rocky heart to water will not wear ?
What me your minister, for you obeys.

What breast so cold that is not warned here !
Works under you ; and to your audit comes O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Their distract parcels in combined sums.

Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath! Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,

For lo! his passion, but an art of crast, Or sister sanctified of holiest note ;

Even there resolv'd my reason into tears; Which late her noble suit in court did shun,

There my white stole of chastity ! daft, Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote ; Shouk off my sober guards, and civil fears ; For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, Appear to him, as he to me appears, But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, All melting; though our drops this difference bore, To spend her living in eternal love.

His poison'd me, and mine did him restore. But 0, my sweet, what labour is't to leave lu him a pleuitude of subtle matter, The thing we have not, mastering what not strives ? Applied in cautels, all strange forms receives, Playing the place which did no iorm receive, of burn, og blushes, or of weeping water, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves : Of swooning paleness ; and he takes and leaves. She that her fame so to herself contrives,

In either's apiness as it best deceives, The scars of battle se ipesh by the flight,

To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, And makes her absence valiant, not her might. Or to turn willte aud swoon at tragic shows; O pardon me, in that my boast is true;

That not a heart which in his level came, The accident which brought me to her eye, Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, l'pon the moment did her force subdue,

Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; And now she wonld the caged cloister Ay:

And veil'd in them, would win whom he would mair: Religious love put out religion's eye :

Against the thing he sought he would exclaim ; Not to be tempted, would she be enmur'd,

When he most brunt in heart-wish'd luxury, And now, to tempt all, liberty procur'd.

He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity. How mighty then you are, O hear me tell ! Thus merely with the garment of a Grace The broken bosoms that to me belong,

The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd, Have emptied all their fountains in my well, That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place, And mine I pour your ocean all among:

Which, like a cherubin, above them hover'd.
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd'
Must for your victory us all congest,

Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make
As compound love to physic your cold breast. What I should do again for such a sake.
My pans had power to charm a sacred nun, O, that infected moisture of his eye,
Who disciplin'd and dieted in grace,

O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowid. Believ'd her eyes when I the assail begun,

O, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly, All vows and consecrations giving place.

o, that sad breath his spungy lungs bestow'd, O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,

o, all that borrowed motion, seeming ow'd, In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, For thou art all, and all things else are thine. And new pervert a reconciled maid !


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