АКРОСТИХИ ГОЛУБЯ
Cantoes Verbally written.
1.
Pittie me that dies for thee.
Pittie PIttie my plainings thou true nurfe of pittie,
me Me hath thy piercing lookes enioynd to fighing,
that That cannot be redreffed, for thy beautie
dies Dies my fad heart, fad heart that's drown'd with weeping :
for For what fo ere I thinke, or what I doe,
thee Thee with mine eyes, my thoughts, my heart, I woe.
2.
My life you faue, if you I haue.
My My eyes, my hand, my heart feeke to maintaine
life Life for thy loue, therefore be gracious,
you You with your kindneffe haue my true heart flame,
faue Saue my poore life, and be not tyrannous,
if If any grace do in thy breaft remaine,
you You women haue bene counted amorous ;
I I pine in fadneffe, all proceeds from thee,
haue Haue me in liking through thy clemencie.
3.
Do thou by me, as I by thee.
Do Do not exchange thy loue, left in exchanging,
thou Thou beare the burd'nous blot of foule difgrace,
by By that bad fault are many faults containing,
me Me frill affuring nothing is fo bafe,
as As in the worlds eye alwayes to be ranging:
I I fweare fweete Phoenix in this holy cafe,
by By all the facred reliques of true loue,
thee Thee to adore whom I ftill conftant proue.
4.
Vontfafe to thinke how 1 do pine,
In louing thee that art not mine.
Voutfafe Voutfafe with fplendor of thy gracious looke,
to To grace my paffons, paffions ftill increafing:
thinke Thinke with thy feife how I thy abfence brooke,
how How day by day, my plaints are neuer ceafmg,
I I haue for thee all companies forfooke ;
do Do thou reioyce, and in reioycing fay,
pine Pine nere fo much Ile take thy griefe away.
In In that great gracing word fhalt thou be counted
louing Louing to him, that is thy true fworne louer,
thee Thee on the ftage of honor haue I mounted,
that That no bate miftie cloud fhall euer couer :
art Art thou not faire ? thy beautie do not fmother;
not Not in thy flouring youth, but ftill fuppofe
mine. Mine owne to be, my neuer dying Rote.
5.
My deftinie to thee is knowne.
Cure thou my fmart, I am thine owne.
My My time in loues blind idleneffe is fpent,
deftinie Deftinie and Fates do will it fo,
to To Circes charming tongue mine eare I lent,
thee Thee louing that doft with my ouerthrow:
is Is not this world wrapt in inconftancie,
knowne. Knowne to moft men as hels miferie ?
Cure Cure of my wound is paft all Phifickes skill,
thou Thou maift be gracious, at thy very looke
my My wounds will clofe, that would my bodie kill,
fmart Smart will be eafie that could no plaifters brooke ;
I I of my Phosnix being quite forfooke,
am Am like a man that nothing can fulfill:
thine Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me,
owne Owne heart, owne loue, that neuer will forfake thee.
6.
Ore my heart your eyes do idolatrize
Ore Ore the wide world my loue-layes Ile be fending.
my My loue-layes in my Loues praife alwayes written,
heart Heart comfortable motions ftill attending,
your Your beautie and your vertuous zeale commending,
eyes Eyes that no frofts-cold-rage hath euer bitten :
do Do you then thinke that I in Loues hot fire,
idola- Idolatrize and furphet in defire.
trize
7.
I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
I I being forc'd to carrie Venus fhield,
had Had rather beare a Phoenix for my creft,
rather Rather then any bird within the field,
loue Loue tells me that her beautie is the beft :
though Though fome defire faire Veftas Turtle-doue
in In my Birds bofome refteth perfefl loue.
Vaine Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie,
that That will not caufe my bird that is fo rare,
face Face all the world for her rarietie,
then Then who with her for honor may compare ?
haue Haue we one like her for her pride of beautie,
of Of all the feathered Quier in the aire ?
any Any but unto her do owe their dutie :
other Other may blaze, but I will alwaies fay,
grace. Grace whom thou lift, fhe beares the palme away.
8.
What euer fall, I am at call.
What What thunder ftormes of enuie fhall arife,
euer Euer to thee my heart is durable,
fall, Fall fortunes wheele on me to tyrrannize,
I I will be alwayes found inexorable :
am Am I not then to thee moft ftable ?
at At morne, midnight, and at mid-dayes funne,
call. Call when thou wilt, my deare, to thee Ile runne.
9.
I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
I I now do wifh my loue fhould be releiued,
had Had I my thoughts in compaffe of my will,
rather Rather than liue and furfeit being grieued,
loue Loue in my breaft doth wondrous things fulfill,
though Though loues vnkindneffe many men do kill,
in In her I truft, that is my true fworne louer,
vaine Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues fmother.
that That fhe is faire, Nature her felfe alloweth,
face, Face full of beauty, eyes refembling fire,
then Then my pure hart to loue thy hart ftill voweth,
haue Haue me in fauour for my good defire,
of Of holy loue, Loues Temple to afpire ;
any Any but thee my thoughts will nere require,
other Other fweet motions now I will conceale
grace. Grace thefe rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale.
10.
Difgrace not me, in louing thee.
Difgrace Difgrace be banifht from thy heauenly brow,
not Not entertained of thy piercing eie,
me Me thy fweete lippes, a fweet touch will allow,
in In thy faire bofome would I alwayes lie,
louing Louing in fuch a downe-bed to be placed,
thee. Thee for to pleafe, my feife for euer graced.
11.
I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
I I liue enricht with gifts of great content,
had Had my defires the guerdon of good will,
rather Rather then tafte of Fortunes fickle bent,
loue Loue bids me die, and fcorne her witleffe skill,
though Though Loue command, Defpaire doth ftil attend,
in In hazard proues oft times but doubtfull end.
vaine Vaine is the loue encountred with denayes,
that That yeelds but griefe, where grace fhould rather grow,
face, Face full of furie, voide of curteous praife :
then Then fince all loue confifts of weale and woe,
haue Haue ftill in mind, that loue deferues the beft,
of Of hearts the touchftone, inward motions louing,
any Any that yeelds the fruite of true-loues reft,
other Other I loue vnworthie of commending,
grace. Grac'd with bare beautie, beautie moft offending.
12.
My felfe and mine, are alwayes thine.
My My care to haue my blooming Rofe not wither,
felfe Selfe-louing Enuie fhall it not denie,
and And that bafe weed thy growth doth feeke to hinder,
mine Mine hands fhall pull him vp immediatly,
are Are they not curious monfters in thine eie,
alwayes Alwayes with vaine occafions to inclofe
thine. Thine euer growing beautie, like the Rofe ?
13.
The darting of your eyes may heale or wound,
Let not empiring lookes my heart confound.
The The ey-bals in your head are Cupids fire,
darting Darting fuch hot fparkles at my breft,
of Of force I am enthrald, and do defire
your Your gracious loue, to make me happie bleft:
eies Eyes, lippes, and tongue haue caufed my vnreft,
may May I vnto the height of grace afpire,
heale Heale my ficke heart with loues great griefe oppreft,
or Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld fuch fuell,
wound, Wound me to death, and fo be counted cruell.
Let Let the wide ope-mouth'd world flaunder the guiltie,
not Not my dead Phoenix, that doth fcorne fuch fhame,
empiring Empiring honor blots fuch infamie,
lookes Lookes dart away the blemifh of that name;
my My thoughts prognofticate thy Ladies pittie ;
heart Hearts-eafe to thee, this counfell will I giue,
confound. Confound thy foes, but let true louers liue.
14.
You are my ioy, be not fo coy.
You You beft belou’d, you honor of delight,
are Are the bright fhining Starre that I adore,
my My eyes like Watchmen gaze within the night,
ioy, Ioy fils my heart when you do fhine before,
be not Be not difgrafiue to thy friend therefore:
too Too glorious are thy lookes to entertaine
coy. Coy thoughts, fell peeuifh deeds, our bafe difdaine.
15.
For you I die, being abfent from mine eye.
For For all the holy rites that Venus vfeth,
you You I coniure to true obedience :
I I offer faith, which no kind hart refufeth,
die Die periur'd Enuie for thy late offence,
being Being enamored of rich Beauties pride,
from From thee I fit, as if thou hadft denide,
my My loue-ficke paffions twentie times retold :
eye. Eye-dazling Miftris, with a looke of pittie,
Grace my fad Song, and my hearts pining Dittie.
16.
Send me your heart, to eafe my fmart.
Send Send but a glaunce of amours from thine eie,
me Me will it rauifh with exceeding pleafure,
your Your eye-bals do enwrap my deftinie,
heart Heart ficke with forrow, forrow out of meafure,
to To thinke vpon my loues continuall folly :
eafe Eafe thou my paine from pitties'golden treafure ;
my My griefe proceeds from thee, and I fuppofe
fmart Smart of my fmart will my lifes bloud inclofe.
17.
Seeing you haue mine, let me haue thine.
Seeing Seeing my paffions are to penetrable,
you You of all other fhould be pittifull,
haue Haue mind of me, and you'le be fauourable,
Mine Mine hart doth tell me you are mercifull,
let Let my harts loue be alwayes violable,
me Me haue you found in all things dutifull,
haue Haue me in fauour, and thy felfe fhalt fee,
thine. Thine and none others, will I all wayes be.
18.
Within thy brest, my hart doth reft.
Within Within the circuit of a Chriftall fpheare,
thy Thy eyes are plaft, and vnderneath thofe eyes,
brest, Breft of hard flint, cares that do fcorne to heare
my My dayes fad gronings, and night waking cries,
hart Hart fore ficke paflions, and Loues agonies,
doth Doth it become thy beauty ? no, a ftaine
reft. Refts on thy bright brow wrinckled with difdaine.
19.
O let me heare, from thee my deare.
O O tongue thou haft blafphem'd thy holy Goddeffe,
let Let me do penance for offending thee,
me Me do thou blame for my forgetfulneffe:
heare, Heare my fubmiffion, thou wilt fuccor me:
from From thy harts clofet commeth gentleneffe:
thee Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency,
my My hart is forrie, and Ile bite my tongue,
deare. Deare that to thee, to thee I offred wrong.
20.
My Phoenix rare, is all my care.
My My life, my hart, my thoughts, I dedicate,
Phoenix Phoenix to thee, Phoenix of all beauty,
rare Rare things in hart of thee I meditate,
is Is it not time, I come to fhew my duty ?
all All fauors vnto thee I confecrate,
my My goods, my lands, my felfe, and all is thine
care. Care thofe that lift, fo thou faire bird be mine
21.
I would I might, be thy delight.
I I widi for things, would they might take effect
would Would they might end, and we enioy our pleasure
I I vow I would not proffred time neglect,
might, Might I but gather fuch vnlook't for treafure,
be Be all things enuious I would the refpect,
thy Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule,
delight. Delight matcht with delight, doth me controule.
22.
If I you haue, none elfe I craue.
If If adoration euer were created,
I I am a Maifter of that holy Art,
you You my aduotrix, whom I haue admired,
haue, Haue of my true deuotion bore a part :
none None but your feife may here be nominated,
elfe Elfe would my tongue my true obedience thwart:
I I cannot flatter, Loue will not allow it,
craue. Craue thou my hart, on thee I will beftow it.
23.
Be you to me, as I to thee.
Be Bee the poore Bee, fucke hony from the flower
you You have a fpacious odoriferous field,
to To taft all moyfture, where in fweet Floras bower
me, Me fhall you find fubmiffiuely to yeeld,
as As a poore Captiue looking for the hower;
I I may haue gracious lookes, eife am I kild,
to To dye by you were life, and yet thy fhame.
thee. Thee would the wide world hate, my folly blame
24.
You are the firft in whom I truft.
You You in your bofome hauing plac'd a light,
are Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet,
the The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night,
firft, Firft to the fhore, where I may fet my feet
in In fafegard, void of Dangers cruell fpight,
whom Whom in difgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet,
I I mufter vp my fpirits, and they flie ;
truft. Truft of thy faith controules mine enemie.
25.
You are the laft my loue fhall tafte.
You You ftanding on the tower of hope and feare,
are Are timerous of felfe-will foolifhneffe,
the The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare,
laft, Laft can it not, tis womans peeuifhneffe,
my My kind affections can it not forbeare,
loue Loue tells me that tis bred in idleneffe,
fhall Shall fuch occafion hinder thee or me ?
tafte. Tafte firft the fruit, and then commend the tree.
26.
If you I had, I fhould be glad.
If If the Sunne fhine, the harueft man is glad,
you You are my Sunne, my dayes delightfome Queene,
I I am your harueft laborer almoft mad,
had, Had I not my glorious commet feene,
I I wifh that I might fit within thy fhade,
fhould Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade:
be Be not Narciffus, but be alwaies kind,
glad. Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldft find.
27.
Though place be far, my heart is nar.
Though Though thou my Doue from me be feparated,
place Place, nor the diftance fhall not hinder me,
be Be conftant for a while, thou maift be thwarted,
far, Far am I not, Ile come to fuccour thee.
my My heart and thine, my fweet fhall nere be parted,
heart Heart made of loue, and true fimplicitie :
is Is not Loue lawleffe, full of powerfull might,
nar. Nar to my heart that ftill with Loue doth fight
28.
My thoughts are dead, caufe thou art fped.
My My inward Mufe can fing of nought but Loue,
thoughts Thoughts are his Heralds, flying to my breaft
are Are entertained, if they thence remoue,
dead, Dead fhall their matter be, and in vnreft:
caufe Caufe all the world thy hatred to reproue,
thou Thou art that All-in-all that I loue beft :
art Art thou then cruell ? no thou canft not be
fped. Sped with fo foule a fiend as Crueltie.
29.
I fend my heart to thee, where gladly I would be.
I I of all other am faire Venus thrall,
fend Send me but pleafant glances of thine eie,
my My foule will leape with ioy and dance withall,
heart Heart of my heart, and foules felicitie :
to To beauties Queene my heart is fanctified,
thee. Thee aboue all things haue I deified.
Where Where is Affections ? fled to Enuies caue ?
gladly Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie,
I I from foule bondage will my Phoenix faue,
would Would the in loue requite my courtefie,
be. Be louing as thou art faire, elfe fhall I fing,
Thy beautie a poifnous bitter thing.
30.
If yon me iuft haue knowne,
Then take me for your owne.
If If you be faire, why fhould you be vnkihd ?
you, You haue no perfect reafon for the fame,
me Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find
iuft Iuft meafure at my hands, but you to blame
haue Haue from the deepeft clofet of your heart,
known, Knowne my pure thoughts, and yet I pine in fmart.
Then Then in the deepeft meafure of pure loue,
take Take pittie on the fad ficke pining foule,
me Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue,
for For in my bofomes chamber, I enroule
your Your deepe loue-darting eie, and ftill will be
owne. . Owne of your owne, defpight extremitie.
31.
My heart I fend, to be your friend.
My My deare foules comfort, and my hopes true folace,
heart Heart of my heart, and my liues fecret ioy,
I I in conceit do thy fweete felfe embrace,
fend, Send cloudie exhalations cleane away
to To the blind miftie North, there for to ftay:
be Be thou my arbour, and my dwelling place,
your Your armes the circling folds that fhall enclofe me,
friend. Friend me with this, and thou fhalt neuer lofe me.
32.
I haue no loue, but you my doue.
I I pine in fadneffe, and in fad fongs finging
haue Haue fpent my time, my ditties harfh and ill,
no No fight but thy faire fight would I be feeing:
loue Loue in my bofome keepes his caftle ftill,
but But being diffeuered I fit alwayes pining,
you You do procure me. Niobes cup to fill,
my My dutie yet remembred I dare proue,
doue. Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue.
33.
I will not change, though fome be strange.
I I cannot ftir one foote from Venus gate,
will Will you come fit, and beare me company ?
not Not one but you can make me fortunate:
change Change when thou wilt, it is but cruelty,
though Though vnto women it is giuen by fate,
fome Some gentle minds thefe ranging thoughts do hate:
be Be thou of that mind, elfe I will conclude,
frange. Strange haft thou alter'd Loue, to be to rude.
34.
Thoughts keepe me waking.
Thoughts Thoughts like the ayrie puffing of the wind,
keepe Keepe a fweet faining in my Loue-ficke breft,
me Me ftill alluring that thou art moft kind,
waking. Waking in pleafure, fleeping fure in reft:
That no fleepes dreamings, nor no waking cries,
To our fweet louing thoughts, fweet reft denies.
35.
Seeing that my heart made choife of thee,
Then frame thy felfe to comfort me.
Seeing Seeing Loue is pleafd with Loues enamor'd ioyes,
that That Fortune cannot croffe fweet Cupids will,
my My Loues content, not with fond wanton toyes:
heart Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindneffe kill,
made Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill:
choife Choife now is fram'd to further all annoyes:
of Of all fweete thoughts, of all fweete happie reft,
thee, Thee have I chofe, to make me three times bleft.
Then Then let our holy true afpiring loue,
frame Frame vs the fweeteft muficke of Defire :
thy Thy words fhall make true concord, and remoue
felfe Selfe-will it felfe, for Venus doth require
to To be acquainted with thy beauties fire :
comfort Comfort my heart; for comfort tels me this,
me. Me haft thou chofe of all to be thy bliffe.
36.
My heart is bound to fauour thee,
Then yeeld in time to pittie me.
My My Phoenix hath two ftarre-refembling Eyes,
heart Heart full of pittie, and her fmiling looke,
is Is of the Sunnes complexion, and replies,
bound Bound for performance by faire Venus booke
to To faithfulneffe, which from her nurfe fhe tooke :
fauour Fauour in her doth fpring, in vertuous praife,
thee, Thee Eloquence it felfe fhall feeke to raife.
Then Then in performance of this gracious right,
yeeld Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer,
in In recompence how I haue lou'd thy fight,
time Time fhall from time to time to thee difcouer ;
to To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might,
pittie Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart,
me. Me promifing to cure a cureleffe fmart
37.
I ioy to find a conftant mind.
I I am encompaft round about with ioy,
ioy Ioy to enioy my fweete, for fhe protefteth
to To comfort me that languifh in annoy,
find Find eafe if any forrow me molefteth,
a A happie man that fuch a loue poffeffeth:
conftant Conftant in words, and alwayes vowes to loue me,
mind. Mind me fhe will, but yet the dares not proue me.
38.
My heart by hope doth liue,
Defire no ioy doth giue.
My My loue and deareft life to thee I confecrate,
heart Heart of my hearts deare treafure, for I ftriue
by By thy deuineneffe too deuine to nominate,
hope Hope of approued faith in me muft thriue :
doth Doth not the God of Loue that's moft deuine,
liue. Liue in thy bofomes clofet and in mine ?
Defire Defire to that vnfpeakable delight,
no No fharpe conceited wit can nere fet downe,
ioy Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-fight,
doth Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne :
giue. Giue thou the onfet and the foe will flie,
Amazed at thy great commanding beautie.
39.
Death fhall take my life away,
Before my friendfhip fhall decay.
Death Death that heart-wounding Lord, fweet louers foe,
fhall Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete,
Take Take them into thy hand and worke my woe,
my My woe that thy minds anguifh will regreet:
life Life, hart, toy, greeting and all my pleafure,
away. Away are gone and fled from my deare treafure.
Before Before one ftaine fhal blot thy fcarlet die,
my My bloud fhall like a fountaine wafh the place,
friendfhip Friendfhip it felfe knit with mortality,
fhall Shall thy immortal blemifh quite difgrace :
decay. . Decay fhall all the world, my Loue in thee
Shall liue vnftain'd vntoucht perpetually.
40.
Let truth report what hart I beare,
To her that is my deareft deare.
Let Let not foule pale-fac'd Enuy be my foe,
truth Truth muft declare my fpotleffe loyalty,
report Report vnto the world fhall plainely fhow
what What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee,
heart Hart fram'd of perfect Loues fincerity :
I I cannot flatter, this I plainely fay,
beare, Beare with falfe words, ile beare the blame away.
To To change in loue is a bafe fimple thing,
her Her name will be oreftain'd with penury,
that That doth delight in nothing but diffembling ?
is Is it not fhame fo for to wrong faire beauty,
my My true approued toung muft anfwer I
deareft Deareft beware of this, and learne of me,
deare. Deare is that Loue combin'd with Chaftity.
41.
Seene hath the eye, chofen hath the hart.
Firme is the faith, and loth to depart.
Seene Seene in all learned arts is my beloued,
hath Hath anie one fo faire a Loue as I ?
the The ftony-hearted fauage hath fhe moued,
eie, Eye for her eye tempts blufhing chaftitie,
chofen Chofen to make their nine a perfect ten,
hath Hath the fweet Mufes honored her agen.
The The bright-ey'd wandring world doth alwaies feeke,
heart. Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee,
firme Firme truft, pure thoughts, a mind that's alwayes meeke,
is Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie :
the The honor of our age, the onely faire,
faith, Faiths miftris, and Truths deare adopted heire.
And And thofe that do behold thy heauenly beautie,
loth Loth to forfake thee, fpoile themfelues with gazing,
to To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie,
depart. Depart they will not but with fad amazing:
To dimme their ey-fight looking gainft the funne,
Whofe hot reflecting beames will neare be donne.
42.
No woe fo great in loue, not being heard
No plague fo great in loue, being long deferd.
No No tongue can tell the world my hearts deepe anguifh,
woe Woe, and the minds great perturbation
fo So trouble me, that day and night I languifh,
great Great cares in loue feeke my deftruction :
in In all things gracious, fauing onely this,
loue. Loue is my foe, that I account my bliffe.
Not Not all the world could profer me difgrace,
being Being maintained faireft faire by thee,
hard, Hard-fortune fhall thy feruant nere outface,
no No ftormes of Difcord fhould difcomfort me :
plague Plague all the world with frownes my Turtle-Doue
fo So that thou fmile on me and be my loue.
great Great Miftris, matchleffe in thy foueraigntie,
in In lue and recompence of my affection,
loue Loue me againe, this do I beg of thee,
being Being bound by Cupids kind direction:
long Long haue I fu'd for grace, yet ftil I find,
deferd. Deferd I am by her that's moft vnkind.
43
And if my loue fhall be releeu'd by thee,
My heart is thine, and fo account of me.
And And yet a ftedfaft hope maintaines my hart,
if If anie fauour fauourably proceede
my My deare from thee, the curer of my fmart,
loue Loue that eafeth minds oppreft with neede,
fhal be Shall be the true Phifition of my griefe,
releeu’d Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'ft reliefe.
by By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth,
thee, Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any,
My My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth,
heart Heart freed from any one, then freed from many:
is Is it not bafe to change ? yea fo they fay,
thine Thine owne confeffion loue denies delay.
and And by the high imperiall feate of loue,
fo So am I forc'd by Cupid for to fweare,
account Account I muft of thee my Turtle-doue,
of Of thee that Times long memorie fhall outweare;
me. Me by thy ftedfaft truth and faith denying,
To promife any hope on thee relying.
44.
My paffions are a hell and death to me,
Vnleffe you feele remorce and pitie me.
My My fweeteft thoughts fweet loue to thee I fend,
paffions Paffions deeply ingrafted, vnremouable
are Are my affections, and I muft commend
a A ftedfaft truft in thee moft admirable :
hell Hell round enwraps my bodie by difdaine,
and And then a heauen if thou loue againe.
death Death haunts me at the heeles, yet is affraid,
to To touch my bofome, knowing thou lou'ft me,
me. Me fometimes terrifying by him betraid,
vnleffe Vnleffe fweete helpfull fuccour come from thee:
you You well I know, the honor of mine eie,
feele Feele fome remorcefull helpe in miferie.
remorce Remorce fits on thy brow triumphantly,
and And fmiles vpon my face with gentle cheere;
pittie Pittie, loues gracious mother dwels in thee,
me. Me fauouring, abandoning bafe feare,
Death is amazed, viewing of thy beautie,
Thinking thy felfe perfect eternitie.
45.
My purest loue doth none but thee adore,
My heartie thoughts are thine, I loue no more.
My My comfortable fweete approued Miftris,
pureft Pureft of all the pure that nature framed,
loue Loue in the height of all our happineffe,
Doth Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named :
none None can giue forth thy conftancie approued,
but But I that tride thy faith, my beft beloued.
Thee Thee in the temple of faire Venus fhrine
adore, Adore I muft, and kneele vpon my knee,
my My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine,
heartie Heartie in kindneffe, yeelding vnto me:
thoughts Thoughts the much-great difturbers of our reft
are Are fled, and lodge in fome vnquiet breft.
Thine Thine euer vnremou'd and ftill kept word,
I I pondred oftentimes within my mind:
loue Loue told me that thou neuer wouldft afford,
none None other grace but that which I did find,
more More comfortable did this found in mine eare,
Then fweet releafement to a man in feare.
46
I do refolue to loue no loue but thee,
Therefore be kind, and fauour none but me.
I I fometime fitting by my felfe alone,
do Do meditate of things that are enfuing,
refolue Refolue I do that thou muft end my mone,
to To ftrengthen Loue if loue fhould be declining.
loue Loue in thy bofome dwels, and tells me ftill,
no No enu ious ftormes fhall thwart affections will.
Loue Loue hath amaz'd the world, plac'd in thy brow,
but But yet flauifh difdaine feekes for to croffe
thee Thee and my felfe, that haue combin'd our vow,
therefore Therefore that monfter cannot worke our loffe :
be Be all the winds of Anger bent to rage,
kind. Kind fhalt thou find me, thus my hart I gage.
and And from my faith that's vnremoueable,
favour Fauour be feated in thy maiden eie,
none None can receiue it loue more acceptable
but But I my felfe, waiting thy pittying mercie :
me. Me haft thou made the fubftance of delight,
By thy faire funne-refembling heauenly fight.
47.
Ah quoth fhe, but where is true Loue?
Where quoth he? where you and I loue.
I quoth fhe, were thine like my loue.
Why quoth he, as you loue I loue.
Ah Ah thou imperious high commaunding Lord,
quoth (Quoth he) to Cupid gentle god of Loue,
[f] he He that I honor moft will not accord,
but But ftriues againft thy iuftice from aboue,
where Where I haue promift faith, my plighted word
is Is quite refuted with a bafe reproue :
true True louing honour this I onely will thee,
loue? Loue thy true loue, or elfe falfe loue will kill me.
Where Where fhall I find a heart that's free from guile ?
quoth Quoth Faithfulnefle, within my louers breft.
he He at thefe pleafing words began to fmile,
where Where Anguifh wrapt his thoughts in much vnreft;
you You did with pretie tales the time beguile,
and And made him in conceited pleafure bleft,
I I grac'd the words fpoke with to fweet a tong,
loue, Loue being the holy burden of your fong.
I I grac'd your fong of Loue, but by the way,
quoth (Quoth true Experience,) fit and you fhall fee,
fhe She will enchaunt you with her heauenly lay :
were Were you fram'd all of heauenly Pollicie,
thine Thine eares fhould drinke the poifon of Delay,
like Like as I faid, fo did it proue to be,
my My Miftris beautie grac'd my Miftris fong,
loue. Loue pleaf'd more with her Eyes than with her Tong.
Why Why then in deepeneffe of fweete Loues delight,
quoth Quoth fhe, the perfect Miftris of Defire,
he He that I honor moft bard from my fight,
as As a bright Lampe kindles Affections fire:
you You Magicke operations worke your fpight,
loue Loue to the mountaine top of will afpires:
I I chalenge all in all, and this I fing,
loue. Loue is a holy Saint, a Lord, a King.
Ah Loue, where is thy faith in fweete loue?
Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue:
Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue,
Elfe let my heart be plagu'd with falfe loue.
Why art thou ftrange to me my Deare?
Not ftrange when as I loue my deare:
But thou. Efteem’ft not of thy deare.
Yes when I know my deareft deare.
Why is my Loue of falfe to me?
My loue is thine if thou lou’ft me:
Thee I loue, elfe none contents me.
If thou lou’ft me, it not repents me.
Ah quoth he, wher's faith in fweete loue?
Why quoth fhe, conioynd in true loue.
Ah quoth he, I hope of thy loue:
Elfe quoth fhe, Ile die a falfe loue.
Ah my Deare, why dost thou kill me?
No my deare, Loue doth not will me,
Then in thine armes thou fhalt enfould me.
I, my deare, there thou fhalt hold me :
And holding me betweene thine armes,
I fhall embrace fweete Louers Charmes.
48.
Though death from life my bodie part,
Yet neare the leffe keepe thou my hart.
Though Though fome men are inconftant, fond, and fickle,
death Deaths afhie countenance fhall not alter me :
from From glaffe they take their fubftance being brittle,
life Life, Heart, and Hand fhall awaies fauour thee,
my My Pen fhall write thy vertues regiftrie,
bodie Bodie conioyn'd with bodie, free from ftrife,
part. Part not in funder till we part our life.
Yet Yet my foules life to my deare lifes concluding,
nere Nere let Abfurditie that villaine, theefe,
the The monfter of our time, mens praife deriding,
leffe Leffe in perfeuerance, of fmall knowledge chiefe,
keepe Keep the bafe Gate to things that are excelling,
thou Thou by faire vertues praife maift yeeld-relief,
my My lines are thine, then tell Abfurditie,
heart. Hart of my deare, fhall blot his villainie.
49.
Where hearts agree, no ftrife can be.
Where Where faithfulneffe vnites it felfe with loue,
hearts Hearts pin'd with forrow cannot difagree :
agree, Agree they muft of force, for from aboue
no No wind oppreffing mifchiefe may we fee:
ftrife Strife is quite banifht from our companie.
can Can I be fad ? no, Pleafure bids me fing,
be. Be bleffed, for fweete Loue's a happie thing.
50.
Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne,
Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne.
Thy Thy true unfpeakable fidelitie,
vowes Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother,
my My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chaflitie :
loue Loue thee alone I will, and loue none other,
and And if thou find not my loues fecrecie,
heart Heart fauouring thee, then do thou Fancie fmother.
hath Hath all the world fuch a true Bird as I,
wonne, Wonne to this fauour by my conftancie?
Till Till that leane flefhles cripple, pale-fac'd Death,
thy Thy louely Doue fhall pierce with his fell dart,
vntruth Vntruth in my faire bofome nere takes breath:
hath Hath any loue fuch a firme conftant heart ?
it It is thine owne, vnleffe thou keepe it ftill.
vndonne. Vndone fhall I be, cleane againft my will.
51.
Time fhall tell thee, how well I loue thee,
Time Time the true proportioner of things,
fhall Shall in the end fhew my affection,
tell Tell thee from whence all thefe my paffions fpring,
thee, Thee honoring that of loue haue made election :
how How often I haue made my offerings,
well Well knowne to Venus and her louely fonne,
I I to the wide world fhall my paffions runne :
loue Loue is a Lord of hearts, a great Commander,
thee. Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender.
52.
Moft deuine and facred,
Haue I found your loue vnfpotted.
Moft Moft reuerend Miftris honor of mine eie,
deuine Deuine, moft holy in religious loue,
and And Lord itfelfe of my hearts emperie,
facred Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue,
haue Haue in remembrance what affection willeth :
I I it reuiues the mind, and the mind killeth.
found Found haue I written in your skie-like brow,
your Your neuer ceafing kind humilitie,
loue Loue for your fake to me hath made a vow,
vnfpotted Vnfpotted fhall I find your conftancie,
And without ftaine, to thy pure ftainleffe beautie,
Shall my hearts bofome offer vp his dutie.
53.
The want of thee is death to me.
The The day fhall be all night, and night all day
want Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light,
of Of a blacke darkneffe, before thy loue will ftay
thee Thee from thy pleafure of thy hearts delight..
is Is not Affection nurfe to long Delay ?
death Deaths Meffenger, that barres me from thy fight ?
to To be in abfence, is to burne in fire,
me. Me round enwrapping with hot Loues defire,
54.
I loue to be beloued.
I I do acknowledge of all conftant pure,
loue Loue is my true thoughts herrald, and Ile fing
to To be of thy thoughts clofet, firme and fure,
be Be the world ftill thy vertues deifying:
beloued Beloued of the moft, yet moft of many,
Affirme my deare, thou art beloued of any.
55.
I fcorne if I be fcorned.
I I being not belou'd by my affection,
scorne Scorne within my thoughts fuch bad difgrace,
if If thou of me do make thy firme election,
I I to none other loue will giue my place :
be Be thou my Saint, my bofomes Lord to proue,
scorned. Scorned of all, Ile be thy trueft loue.
56.
The hearts in paine, that loues in vaine.
The The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued,
hearts Hearts anguifh, and fad lookes may teftifie:
in In night they fleepe not, and in day perplexed,
paine Paine of this forrow makes them melancholy,
that That in difdaine their filly minds are vexed,
loues Loues terror is fo fharpe, fo ftrong, fo mightie,
in In all things vnrefiftable, being aliue,
vaine. Vaine he refifts that gainft loues force doth ftriue.
57.
What greater ioy can be then this,
Where loue enioys each louers wifh ?
What What may we count the world if loue were dead ?
greater Greater in woe, then woe it felfe can be,
ioy Ioy from mans fecret bofome being fled,
can Cannot but kill the heart immediatly,
be Becaufe by ioy the heart is nourifhed :
then Then entertaine fweete loue within thy breft,
this. This motion in the end will make thee bleft.
Where Where two harts are vnited all in one,
loue Loue like a King, a Lord, a Soueraigne,
enioyes Enioyes the throne of bliffe to fit vpon,
each Each fad heart crauing aid, by Cupid flame :
louers Louers be merrie, Loue being dignified,
wifh Wifh what you will, it fhall not be denied,
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