13. Песни Голубя в алфавитной манере

ПЕСНИ ГОЛУБЯ В АЛФАВИТНОЙ МАНЕРЕ

Cantoes Alphabet-wife to faire Phoenix made by the Paphian Doue.


A. 1.
A Hill, a hill, a Phoenix feekes a Hill;
A promontorie top, a ftately Mountaine,
A Riuer, where poore foule the dippes her bill,
And that fweete filuer ftreame is Natures fountaine,
Accomplifhing all pleafures at her will:
Ah, be my Phoenix, I will be thy Done,
And thou and I in fecrecie will loue. 

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B.2.
Blaze not my loue, thou Herald of the day,
Bleffe not the mountaine tops with my fweet fhine,
Beloued more I am then thou canft fay,
Bleffed and bleffed be that Saint of mine,
Balme, honie fweet, and honor of this Clime :
Blotted by things vnfeene, belou'd of many,
But Loues true motion dares not giue to any,

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C. 3.
Chaftneffe farewell, farewell the bed of Glorie,
Conftraint adew, thou art loues Enemie,
Come true Report, make of my Loue a Storie,
Caft lots for my poore heart, fo thou enioy me,
Come come fweet Phoenix, I at length do claime thee,
Chafte bird, too chafte, to hinder what is willing,
Come in mine armes and wele not fit a billing.

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D. 4.
Deuout obedience on my knees I profer,
Delight matcht with delight, if thou do craue it,
Denie not gentle Phoenix my fweet offer,
Defpaire not in my loue, for thou fhalt haue it,
Damne not the foule to woe if thou canft faue it:
Doues pray deuoutly, O let me requeft,
Delicious loue to build within thy neft.

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E. 5.
Enuie is banifht, do not thou defpaire,
Euill motions tempt thee fooner then the good :
Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire,
Euery thing's filent to conioyne thy blood,
Efteeme the thing that cannot be withftood :
Efteeme of me, and I will lend thee fire,
Euen of mine owne to fit thy fweet defire.

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F 6.
Faint harted foule, why doft thou die thy cheekes,
Fearfull of that which will reuiue thy fence,
Faith and obedience thy fweet mercy feekes,
Friends plighted war with thee I will commence,
Feare not at all, tis but fweet Loues offence,
Fit to be done, to doing tis not feene,
Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene.

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Gold beautifying Phoenix, I muft praife thee,
Graunt gracious heauens a delightfome Mufe,
Giue me old Homers fpirit, and Ile raife thee,
Gracious in thought do not my Loue refute,
Great map of beauty make thou no excufe,
Gainft my true louing fpirit do not carpe,
Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe.

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H. 8.
Health to thy vertues, health to all thy beauty,
Honour attend thy fteps when thou art going,
High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty;
Hart-groning care to thee ftill flands a woing,
Haue pitty on him Phoenix for fo doing :
Helpe his difeafe, and cure his malady,
Hide not thy fecret glory leaft he die.

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I. 9.
I Loue, o Loue how thou abufeft me,
I fee the fire, and warme me with the flame,
I note the errors of thy deity :
In Veftas honor, Venus lufts to tame,
I in my humors yeeld thee not a name,
I count thee foolifh, fie Adultrous boy,
I touch the fweete, but cannot taft the ioy.

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K. 10.
Kiffes are true loues pledges, kiffe thy deare Turtle,
Keepe not from him the fecrets of thy youth :
Knowledge he'le teach thee vnder a greene fpred Mirtle,
Kend fhalt thou be of no man, of my truth,
Know firft the motion, when the life enfueth:
Knocke at my harts dore, I will be thy porter,
So thou wilt let me enter In thy dorter.

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L. 11.
Loue is my great Aduotrix, at thy fhrine
Loue pleads for me, and from my tongue doth fay,
Lie where thou wilt, my hart fhall fleepe with thine,
Lamenting of thy beauty frefh as May,
Looke Phoenix to thy felfe do not decay:
Let me but water thy dead fapleffe floure,
Loue giues me hope t'will flourifh in an houre.

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M. 12.
Make not a Iewell of nice Chaftity,
Mufter and fummon all thy wits in one,
My heart to thee fweares perfeft conftancy:
Motions of zeale are to be thought vpon,
Marke how thy time is ouerfpent, and gone,
Mif-led by folly, and a kind of feare,
Marke not thy beauty fo my deareft deare.

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N. 13.
Note but the frefh bloom’d Rofe within her pride,
(No Rofe to be compared vnto thee)
Nothing fo foone vnto the ground will flide,
Not being gathered in her chiefeft beauty,
Neglecting time it dies with infamy:
Neuer be coy, left whilft thy leaues are fpred,
None gather thee, and then thy grace is dead.

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O. 14.
O looke vpon me, and within my brow,
Officious motions of my hart appeares,
Opening the booke of Loue, wherein I vow,
Ouer thy fhrine to fhed continuall teares :
O no, I fee my Phoenix hath no Eares,
Or if fhe haue Eares, yet no Eyes to fee,
O all difgraced with continuall follie.

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P. 15.
Proud Chaftity, why doft thou feeke to wrong
Phoenix my Loue, with leffons too precife ?
Pray thou for me, and I will make a fong,
Pend in thine honor, none fhall equalize,
Poffeffe not her, whofe beauty charmes mine eyes,
Plead, fue, and feeke, or I will banifh thee,
Her body is my Caftle and my fee.

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Q. 16.
Queftion not Phoenix why I adore thee,
Quite captiuate and prifner at thy call,
Quit me with Loue againe, do not abhor me,
Queld downe with hope as fubiugate to thrall,
Quail'd will I neuer be defpight of all;
Quaking I ftand before thee, ftill expecting
Thine owne content, our ioyes to be effecting.




R. 17.
Remember how thy beauty is abufed,
Ract-on the tenter-hookes of foule difgrace,
Riuers are dry, and muft be needs refufed
Reftore new water in that dead founts place,
Refrefh thy feathers, beautifie thy face :
Reade on my booke, and there thou fhalt behold
Rich louing letters printed in fine gold.

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S. 18.
Shame is afhamed to fee thee obftinate,
Smiling at thy womanifh conceipt,
Swearing that honor neuer thee begat,
Sucking in poyfon for a fugred baite,
Singing thy pride of beauty in her height:
Sit by my fide, and I will fing to thee
Sweet ditties of a new fram'd harmony.

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T. 19.
Thou art a Turtle wanting of thy mate,
Thou crok'ft about the groues to find thy Louer,
Thou fly'ft to woods, and fertile plaines doft hate :
Thou in obliuion doft true vertue fmother,
To thy fweete felfe thou canft not find another:
Turn vp my bofome, and in my pure hart,
Thou fhalt behold the Turtle of thy fmart.

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V. 20.
Vpon a day I fought to fcale a Fort,
Vnited with a Tower of fure defence ;
Vncomfortable trees did marre my fport,
Vnlucky Fortune with my woes expence,
Venus with Mars would not fweet war commence,
Vpon an Alter would I offer Loue,
And Sacrifice my foule poore Turtle Doue.

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W. 21.
Weepe not my Phoenix, though I daily weepe,
Woe is the Herald that declares my tale,
Worthy thou art in Venus lap to fleepe.
Wantonly couered with God Cupids vale,
With which he doth all mortall fence exhale:
Wafh not thy cheekes, vnleffe I fit by thee,
To dry them with my fighes immediatly.

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X. 22.
Xantha faire Nimph ; refemble not in Nature,
Xantippe Loue to patient Socrates,
Xantha my Loue is a more milder creature,
And of a Nature better for to pleafe :
Xantippe thought her true loue to difeafe,
But my rare Phoenix is at laft well pleaf'd,
To cure my paffions, paffions feldom eaf'd.

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Y. 23.
Yf thou haue pitty, pitty my complaining,
Yt is a badge of Vertue in thy fexe,
Yf thou do kill me with thy coy difdaining,
Yt will at length thy felfe-will anguifh vexe,
And with continuall fighes thy felfe perplexe :
Ile helpe to bring thee wood to make thy fire,
If thou wilt giue me kiffes for my hire.

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Z. 24.
Zenobia at thy feete I bend my knee,
For thou art Queene and Empreffe of my hart,
All bleffed hap and true felicity,
All pleafures that the wide world may impart,
Befall thee for thy gracious good defart:
Accept my meaning as it fits my turne,
For I with thee to afhes meane to burne.

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