11. Феникс и Голубь

ФЕНИКС И ГОЛУБЬ


This is the carefull bird the Turtle Doue,
Whofe heauy croking note doth fhew his griefe,
And thus he wanders feeking of his loue,
Refuting all things that may yeeld reliefe:
All motions of good turnes, all Mirth and Ioy,
Are bad, fled, gone, and falne into decay.

Is this the true example of the Heart ?
Is this the Tutor of faire Conftancy ?
Is this Loues treafure, and Loues pining fmart ?
Is this the fubftance of all honefty ?
And comes he thus attir'd, alas poore foule,
That Deftinies foule wrath fhould thee controule.

See Nourfe, he ftares and lookes me in the face,
And now he mournes, worfe then he did before,
He hath forgot his dull-flow heauy pace,
But with fwift gate he eyes vs more and more;
O fhall I welcome him, and let me borrow
Some of his griefe to mingle with my forrow.

Farwell faire bird, Ile leaue you both alone,
This is the Done you long'd fo much to fee,
And this will proue companion of your mone,
An Vmpire of all true' humility :
Then note my Phoenix, what there may enfue,
And fo I kiffe my bird. Adue, Adue.

Mother farewell; and now within his eyes,
Sits forrow clothed in a fea of teares,
And more and more the billowes do arife:
Pale Griefe halfe pin'd vpon his brow appeares,
His feathers fade away, and make him looke,
As if his name were writ in Deaths pale booke.

O ftay poore Turtle, whereat haft thou gazed,               Turtle
At the eye dazling Sunne, whofe fweete refleftion,
The round encompafl heauenly world amazed ?
O no, a child of Natures true complexion,
The perfect Phoenix of rariety,
For wit, for vertue and excelling beauty.

Haile map of forrow : Tur. Welcome Cupids child:                Phoenix
Let me wipe off thofe teares vpon thy cheekes,
That ftain'd thy beauties pride; and haue defil'd
Nature it felfe, that fo vfurping feekes
To fit vpon thy face, for Ile be partener
Of thy harts wrapped forrow more hereafter.

Natures faire darling, let me kneele to thee,                Turtle
And offer vp my true obedience,
And facredly in all humility,
Craue pardon for prefumptions foule offence:
Thy lawne-fnow-colourd hand fhall not come neare
My impure face to wipe away one teare.

My teares are for my Turtle that is dead,
My forrow fprings from her want that is gone,
My heauy note founds for the foule that's fled,
And I will dye for him left all alone :
I am not liuing, though I feeme to go,
Already buried in the graue of wo.

Why I haue left Arabia for thy fake,
Becaufe thofe fires haue no working fubftance,
And for to find thee out did vndertake:
Where on the mountaine top we may aduance
Our fiery alter; let me tell thee this;
Salomon miferis focios habuiffe doloris.

Come poore lamenting foule, come fit by me,
We are all one, thy forrow fhall be mine,
Fall thou a teare, and thou fhalt plainly fee,
Mine eyes fhall anfwer teare for teare of thine:
Sigh thou, Ile figh, and if thou giue a grone,
I fhall be dead in anfwering of thy mone.

Loues honorable Friend, one grone of yours,
Will rend my ficke loue pining hart afunder,
One figh brings teares from me like Aprill fhowers,
Procured by Sommers hote loud cracking thunder:
Be you as mery as fweet mirth may be,
Ile grone and figh, both for your feife and me.

Thou fhalt not gentle Turtle, I will beare
Haife of the burdenous yoke thou doft fuftaine,
Two bodies may with greater eafe outweare
A troublefome labour, then Ile brooke fome paine,
But tell me gentle Turtle, tell me truly
The difference betwixt falfe Loue and true Sinceritie.

That fhall I briefly, if youle giue me leaue,
Falfe loue is full of Enuie and Deceit,
With cunning fhifts our humours to deceiue,
Laying downe poifon for a fugred baite,
Alwayes inconftant, falfe and variable,
Delighting in fond change and mutable.

True loue, is louing pure, not to be broken,
But with an honeft eye, fhe eyes her louer,
Not changing variable, nor neuer fhoken
With fond Sufpition, fecrets to difcouer,
True loue will tell no lies, nor ne're diffemble,
But with a bafhfull modeft feare will tremble.

Falfe loue puts on a Maske to fhade her folly,
True loue goes naked wifhing to be feene,
Falfe loue will counterfeite perpetually,
True loue is Troths fweete emperizing Queene:
This is the difference, true Loue is a iewell,
Faife loue, hearts tyrant, inhumane, and cruell.

What may we wonder at ? O where is learning ?
Where is all difference twixt the good and bad ?
Where is Apelles art ? where is true cunning ?
Nay where is all the vertue may be had ?
Within my Turtles bofome, fhe refines,
More then fome louing perfect true deuines.

Thou fhalt not be no more the Turtle-Doue,
Thou fhalt no more go weeping al alone,
For thou fhalt be my felfe, my perfect Loue,
Thy griefe is mine, thy forrow is my mone,
Come kiffe me fweeteft fweete, O I do bleffe
This gracious luckie Sun-fhine happineffe.

How may I in all gratefulneffe requite,
This gracious fauor offred to thy feruant ?
The time affordeth heauineffe not delight,
And to the times appoint weele be obferuant:
Command, O do commaund, what ere thou wilt,
My hearts bloud for thy fake fhall ftraight be-fpilt.

Then I command thee on thy tender care,
And chiefe obedience that thou owft to me,
That thou efpecially (deare Bird) beware
Of impure thoughts, or vncleane chaftity :
For we muft waft together in that fire,
That will not burne but by true Loues defire.

A fpot of that foule monfter neare did ftaihe,                Turtle
Thefe drooping feathers, nor I neuer knew
In what bate filthy clymate doth remaine
That fpright incarnate ; and to tell you true,
I am as fpotleffe as the pufefl whight,
Cleare without ftaine, Of enuy, or defpight.

Then to yon next adioymng groue we’le flye;
And gather fweete wood for to make our flame,
And in a manner facrificingly,
Burne both our bodies to reuiue one name :
And in all humbleneffe we will intreate
The hot earth parching Sunne to lend his heate.

Why now my heart is light, this very doome
Hath banifht forrow from my penfiue breaft:
And in my bofome there is left no roome,
To fet blacke melancholy, or let him reft ;
Ile fetch fweete mirrhe to burne, and licorice,
Sweete Iuniper, and ftraw them ore with fpice.

Pile vp the wood, and let vs inuocate ;
His great name that doth ride within his chariot,
And guides the dayes bright eye, let's nominate
Some of his bleffings, that he well may wot,
Our faithfull feruice and humility,
Offer'd vnto his higheft Deiety

Great God Apollo, for thy tender loue,
Thou once didft beare to wilful Phaeton
That did defire thy chariots rule aboue,
Which thou didft grieue in hart to thinke vpon :
Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,
That fhall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.

For thy fweete Daphnes fake thy beft beloued,
And for the Harpe receiu’d of Mercury,
And for the Mufes of thee fauored,
Whofe gift of wit excels all excellency :
Send thy hot kindling fire into this wood,
That fhall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.

For thy fweet fathers fake great Iupiter,
That with his thunder-bolts commands the earth,
And for Latonas fake thy gentle mother,
That firft gaue Phoebus glories liuely breath :
Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,
That fhall receiue the facrifice of bloud.

Stay, flay, poore Turtle, o we are betraid,
Behind yon little bufh there fits a fpy,
That makes me blufh with anger, halfe afraid,
That in our motions fecretly would pry:
I will go chide with him, and driue him thence,
And plague him for prefumptions foule oftence,

Be not affraid, it is the Pellican,
Looke how her yong-ones make her breft to bleed
And drawes the bloud foorth, do the beft fhe can
And with the fame their hungry fancies feede,
Let her alone to vew our Tragedy,
And then report our Loue that fhe did fee.

See beauteous Phoenix it begins to burne,
O bleffed Phoebus, happy, happy light,
Now will I recompence thy great good turne,
And firft (deare bird) Ile vanifh in thy fight,
And thou fhalt fee with what a quicke defire,
Ile leape into the middle of the fire.

Stay Turtle ftay, for I will firft prepare;
Of my bones muft the Princely Phoenix rife,
And ift be poffible thy bloud wele fpare,
For none but for my fake, doft thou defpife
This frailty of thy life, o liue thou ftill,
And teach the bafe deceitfull world Loues will. 

Haue I come hither drooping through the woods,
And left the fpringing groues to feeke for thee ?
Haue I forfooke to bathe me in the flouds,
And pin'd away in carefull mifery ?
Do not deny me Phoenix I muft be
A partner in this happy Tragedy.

O holy, facred, and pure perfect fire,
More pure then that ore which faire Dido mones,
More facred in my louing kind defire,
Then that which burnt old Efons aged bones,
Accept into your euer hallowed flame,
Two bodies, from the which may fpring one name. 

O fweet perfumed flame, made of thofe trees,
Vnder the which the Mufes nine haue fong
The praife of vertuous maids in mifteries,
To whom the faire fac’d Nymphes did often throng;
Accept my body as a Sacrifice
Into your flame, of whom one name may rife.

O wilfulneffe, fee how with fmiling cheare,
My poore deare hart hath flong himfelfe to thrall,
Looke what a mirthfull countenance he doth beare,
Spreading his wings abroad, and ioyes withall:
Learne thou corrupted world, learne, heare, and fee,
Friendfhips vnfpotted true fmcerity.

I come fweet Turtle, and with my bright wings,
I will embrace thy burnt bones as they lye,
I hope of thefe another Creature fprings,
That fhall poffeffe both our authority :
I ftay to long, o take me to your glory,
And thus I end the Turtle Doues true ftory.