FIrstdid I fear, when first my love began;Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy,I sought to keep what I by favour wan,And brooked no partner in my love to be.But tyrant Sickness fed upon my Love,And spread his ensigns dyed with colour white;Then was Suspicion glad for to remove;And loving much did fear to lose her quite.Erect, fair Sweet, the colours thou didst wear!Dislodge thy griefs, the short'ners of content!For now of life, not love, is all my fear:Lest life and love be both together spent.Live but, fair Love, and banish thy disease!And love, kind Heart, both when, and whom, thou please!
FIrstdid I fear, when first my love began;Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy,I sought to keep what I by favour wan,And brooked no partner in my love to be.But tyrant Sickness fed upon my Love,And spread his ensigns dyed with colour white;Then was Suspicion glad for to remove;And loving much did fear to lose her quite.Erect, fair Sweet, the colours thou didst wear!Dislodge thy griefs, the short'ners of content!For now of life, not love, is all my fear:Lest life and love be both together spent.Live but, fair Love, and banish thy disease!And love, kind Heart, both when, and whom, thou please!
FIrstdid I fear, when first my love began;Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy,I sought to keep what I by favour wan,And brooked no partner in my love to be.But tyrant Sickness fed upon my Love,And spread his ensigns dyed with colour white;Then was Suspicion glad for to remove;And loving much did fear to lose her quite.Erect, fair Sweet, the colours thou didst wear!Dislodge thy griefs, the short'ners of content!For now of life, not love, is all my fear:Lest life and love be both together spent.Live but, fair Love, and banish thy disease!And love, kind Heart, both when, and whom, thou please!
FIrstdid I fear, when first my love began;Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy,I sought to keep what I by favour wan,And brooked no partner in my love to be.But tyrant Sickness fed upon my Love,And spread his ensigns dyed with colour white;Then was Suspicion glad for to remove;And loving much did fear to lose her quite.Erect, fair Sweet, the colours thou didst wear!Dislodge thy griefs, the short'ners of content!For now of life, not love, is all my fear:Lest life and love be both together spent.Live but, fair Love, and banish thy disease!And love, kind Heart, both when, and whom, thou please!
FIrstdid I fear, when first my love began;Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy,I sought to keep what I by favour wan,And brooked no partner in my love to be.But tyrant Sickness fed upon my Love,And spread his ensigns dyed with colour white;Then was Suspicion glad for to remove;And loving much did fear to lose her quite.Erect, fair Sweet, the colours thou didst wear!Dislodge thy griefs, the short'ners of content!For now of life, not love, is all my fear:Lest life and love be both together spent.Live but, fair Love, and banish thy disease!And love, kind Heart, both when, and whom, thou please!
LIcia, my Love, was sitting in a grove;Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs:But straight she spied where two together strove,Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.Cupiddid cry, lamenting of the harm,"Jove's Messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far!Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm!Think not by speech, my force thou can'st debar!""A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child!My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took:And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled;And scorn to grace me with a loving look."Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong!That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.
LIcia, my Love, was sitting in a grove;Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs:But straight she spied where two together strove,Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.Cupiddid cry, lamenting of the harm,"Jove's Messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far!Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm!Think not by speech, my force thou can'st debar!""A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child!My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took:And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled;And scorn to grace me with a loving look."Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong!That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.
LIcia, my Love, was sitting in a grove;Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs:But straight she spied where two together strove,Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.Cupiddid cry, lamenting of the harm,"Jove's Messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far!Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm!Think not by speech, my force thou can'st debar!""A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child!My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took:And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled;And scorn to grace me with a loving look."Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong!That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.
LIcia, my Love, was sitting in a grove;Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs:But straight she spied where two together strove,Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.Cupiddid cry, lamenting of the harm,"Jove's Messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far!Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm!Think not by speech, my force thou can'st debar!""A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child!My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took:And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled;And scorn to grace me with a loving look."Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong!That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.
LIcia, my Love, was sitting in a grove;Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs:But straight she spied where two together strove,Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.Cupiddid cry, lamenting of the harm,"Jove's Messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far!Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm!Think not by speech, my force thou can'st debar!""A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child!My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took:And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled;And scorn to grace me with a loving look."Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong!That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.
"I mighthave died before my life began;When as my father, for his country's good,The Persians' favour and the Sophy wan:But yet with danger of his dearest blood."Thy father, Sweet, whom danger did beset,Escapèd all: and for no other endBut only this, that you he might beget:Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.Then, father, thank thy daughter for thy life!And Neptune praise, that yielded so to thee,To calm the tempest, when the storms were rife;And that thy daughter should aVenusbe.I call theeVenus, Sweet! but be not wroth;Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favour both.
"I mighthave died before my life began;When as my father, for his country's good,The Persians' favour and the Sophy wan:But yet with danger of his dearest blood."Thy father, Sweet, whom danger did beset,Escapèd all: and for no other endBut only this, that you he might beget:Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.Then, father, thank thy daughter for thy life!And Neptune praise, that yielded so to thee,To calm the tempest, when the storms were rife;And that thy daughter should aVenusbe.I call theeVenus, Sweet! but be not wroth;Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favour both.
"I mighthave died before my life began;When as my father, for his country's good,The Persians' favour and the Sophy wan:But yet with danger of his dearest blood."Thy father, Sweet, whom danger did beset,Escapèd all: and for no other endBut only this, that you he might beget:Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.Then, father, thank thy daughter for thy life!And Neptune praise, that yielded so to thee,To calm the tempest, when the storms were rife;And that thy daughter should aVenusbe.I call theeVenus, Sweet! but be not wroth;Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favour both.
"I mighthave died before my life began;When as my father, for his country's good,The Persians' favour and the Sophy wan:But yet with danger of his dearest blood."Thy father, Sweet, whom danger did beset,Escapèd all: and for no other endBut only this, that you he might beget:Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.Then, father, thank thy daughter for thy life!And Neptune praise, that yielded so to thee,To calm the tempest, when the storms were rife;And that thy daughter should aVenusbe.I call theeVenus, Sweet! but be not wroth;Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favour both.
"I mighthave died before my life began;When as my father, for his country's good,The Persians' favour and the Sophy wan:But yet with danger of his dearest blood."Thy father, Sweet, whom danger did beset,Escapèd all: and for no other endBut only this, that you he might beget:Whom heavens decreed into the world to send.Then, father, thank thy daughter for thy life!And Neptune praise, that yielded so to thee,To calm the tempest, when the storms were rife;And that thy daughter should aVenusbe.I call theeVenus, Sweet! but be not wroth;Thou art more chaste, yet seas did favour both.
MY Love was masked, and armèd with a fan;To see the sun so careless of his light:Which stood and gazed; and gazing, waxèd wanTo see a star, himself that was more bright.Some did surmise She hid her from the sun;Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed:And feared the harm by him to others done.But these the reason of this wonder missed;Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare,In greatest pride presume to take a kiss:But she, more kind, did show she had more careThan with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss.Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dim the sun!Your light's enough, although that his were done.
MY Love was masked, and armèd with a fan;To see the sun so careless of his light:Which stood and gazed; and gazing, waxèd wanTo see a star, himself that was more bright.Some did surmise She hid her from the sun;Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed:And feared the harm by him to others done.But these the reason of this wonder missed;Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare,In greatest pride presume to take a kiss:But she, more kind, did show she had more careThan with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss.Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dim the sun!Your light's enough, although that his were done.
MY Love was masked, and armèd with a fan;To see the sun so careless of his light:Which stood and gazed; and gazing, waxèd wanTo see a star, himself that was more bright.Some did surmise She hid her from the sun;Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed:And feared the harm by him to others done.But these the reason of this wonder missed;Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare,In greatest pride presume to take a kiss:But she, more kind, did show she had more careThan with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss.Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dim the sun!Your light's enough, although that his were done.
MY Love was masked, and armèd with a fan;To see the sun so careless of his light:Which stood and gazed; and gazing, waxèd wanTo see a star, himself that was more bright.Some did surmise She hid her from the sun;Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed:And feared the harm by him to others done.But these the reason of this wonder missed;Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare,In greatest pride presume to take a kiss:But she, more kind, did show she had more careThan with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss.Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dim the sun!Your light's enough, although that his were done.
MY Love was masked, and armèd with a fan;To see the sun so careless of his light:Which stood and gazed; and gazing, waxèd wanTo see a star, himself that was more bright.Some did surmise She hid her from the sun;Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed:And feared the harm by him to others done.But these the reason of this wonder missed;Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare,In greatest pride presume to take a kiss:But she, more kind, did show she had more careThan with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss.Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dim the sun!Your light's enough, although that his were done.
WHenas my Love lay sickly in her bed,Pale Death did post, in hope to have a prey;But she so spotless made him, that he fled:"Unmeet to die," he cried; and could not stay.Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told:"All things that are, are subject unto me;Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold:But let fairLiciastill immortal be!"The heavens did grant. A goddess she was made,Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.So now she lives, and never more shall fade.In earth, a goddess. What can be more strange?Then will I hope! A goddess, and so near;She cannot choose, my sighs and prayers but hear.
WHenas my Love lay sickly in her bed,Pale Death did post, in hope to have a prey;But she so spotless made him, that he fled:"Unmeet to die," he cried; and could not stay.Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told:"All things that are, are subject unto me;Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold:But let fairLiciastill immortal be!"The heavens did grant. A goddess she was made,Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.So now she lives, and never more shall fade.In earth, a goddess. What can be more strange?Then will I hope! A goddess, and so near;She cannot choose, my sighs and prayers but hear.
WHenas my Love lay sickly in her bed,Pale Death did post, in hope to have a prey;But she so spotless made him, that he fled:"Unmeet to die," he cried; and could not stay.Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told:"All things that are, are subject unto me;Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold:But let fairLiciastill immortal be!"The heavens did grant. A goddess she was made,Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.So now she lives, and never more shall fade.In earth, a goddess. What can be more strange?Then will I hope! A goddess, and so near;She cannot choose, my sighs and prayers but hear.
WHenas my Love lay sickly in her bed,Pale Death did post, in hope to have a prey;But she so spotless made him, that he fled:"Unmeet to die," he cried; and could not stay.Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told:"All things that are, are subject unto me;Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold:But let fairLiciastill immortal be!"The heavens did grant. A goddess she was made,Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.So now she lives, and never more shall fade.In earth, a goddess. What can be more strange?Then will I hope! A goddess, and so near;She cannot choose, my sighs and prayers but hear.
WHenas my Love lay sickly in her bed,Pale Death did post, in hope to have a prey;But she so spotless made him, that he fled:"Unmeet to die," he cried; and could not stay.Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told:"All things that are, are subject unto me;Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold:But let fairLiciastill immortal be!"The heavens did grant. A goddess she was made,Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.So now she lives, and never more shall fade.In earth, a goddess. What can be more strange?Then will I hope! A goddess, and so near;She cannot choose, my sighs and prayers but hear.
SEvenare the Lights that wander in the skies:And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.To see the Moon how pale she doth arise;Standing amazed, as though she durst not move:So is my Sweet, much paler than the snow;Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.Mercurythe next, a god sweet-tongued we know;But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride;And yet my Love is far more fair than he.The warlikeMarscan wieldless weapons guide;But yet that god is far more weak than She.The lovelyVenusseemeth to be fair;But at her best, my Love is far more bright.Saturn, for age, with groans doth dim the air;Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.Gaze at her brows, where heaven engrafted is;Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.
SEvenare the Lights that wander in the skies:And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.To see the Moon how pale she doth arise;Standing amazed, as though she durst not move:So is my Sweet, much paler than the snow;Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.Mercurythe next, a god sweet-tongued we know;But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride;And yet my Love is far more fair than he.The warlikeMarscan wieldless weapons guide;But yet that god is far more weak than She.The lovelyVenusseemeth to be fair;But at her best, my Love is far more bright.Saturn, for age, with groans doth dim the air;Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.Gaze at her brows, where heaven engrafted is;Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.
SEvenare the Lights that wander in the skies:And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.To see the Moon how pale she doth arise;Standing amazed, as though she durst not move:So is my Sweet, much paler than the snow;Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.Mercurythe next, a god sweet-tongued we know;But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride;And yet my Love is far more fair than he.The warlikeMarscan wieldless weapons guide;But yet that god is far more weak than She.The lovelyVenusseemeth to be fair;But at her best, my Love is far more bright.Saturn, for age, with groans doth dim the air;Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.Gaze at her brows, where heaven engrafted is;Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.
SEvenare the Lights that wander in the skies:And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.To see the Moon how pale she doth arise;Standing amazed, as though she durst not move:So is my Sweet, much paler than the snow;Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.Mercurythe next, a god sweet-tongued we know;But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride;And yet my Love is far more fair than he.The warlikeMarscan wieldless weapons guide;But yet that god is far more weak than She.The lovelyVenusseemeth to be fair;But at her best, my Love is far more bright.Saturn, for age, with groans doth dim the air;Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.Gaze at her brows, where heaven engrafted is;Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.
SEvenare the Lights that wander in the skies:And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.To see the Moon how pale she doth arise;Standing amazed, as though she durst not move:So is my Sweet, much paler than the snow;Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.Mercurythe next, a god sweet-tongued we know;But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride;And yet my Love is far more fair than he.The warlikeMarscan wieldless weapons guide;But yet that god is far more weak than She.The lovelyVenusseemeth to be fair;But at her best, my Love is far more bright.Saturn, for age, with groans doth dim the air;Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.Gaze at her brows, where heaven engrafted is;Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.
I Live, sweet Love, where as the gentle windMurmurs with sport, in midst of thickest boughs;Where loving woodbine doth the harbour bind,And chirping birds do echo forth my vows;Where strongest elm can scarce support the vine,And sweetest flowers enamelled have the ground;Where Muses dwell: and yet hereat repineThat on the earth so rare a place was found.But winds delight: I wish to be content.I praise the woodbine: but I take no joy.I moan the birds that music thus have spent.As for the rest, they breed but mine annoy.Live thou, fairLicia, in this place alone:Then shall I joy, though all of these were gone.
I Live, sweet Love, where as the gentle windMurmurs with sport, in midst of thickest boughs;Where loving woodbine doth the harbour bind,And chirping birds do echo forth my vows;Where strongest elm can scarce support the vine,And sweetest flowers enamelled have the ground;Where Muses dwell: and yet hereat repineThat on the earth so rare a place was found.But winds delight: I wish to be content.I praise the woodbine: but I take no joy.I moan the birds that music thus have spent.As for the rest, they breed but mine annoy.Live thou, fairLicia, in this place alone:Then shall I joy, though all of these were gone.
I Live, sweet Love, where as the gentle windMurmurs with sport, in midst of thickest boughs;Where loving woodbine doth the harbour bind,And chirping birds do echo forth my vows;Where strongest elm can scarce support the vine,And sweetest flowers enamelled have the ground;Where Muses dwell: and yet hereat repineThat on the earth so rare a place was found.But winds delight: I wish to be content.I praise the woodbine: but I take no joy.I moan the birds that music thus have spent.As for the rest, they breed but mine annoy.Live thou, fairLicia, in this place alone:Then shall I joy, though all of these were gone.
I Live, sweet Love, where as the gentle windMurmurs with sport, in midst of thickest boughs;Where loving woodbine doth the harbour bind,And chirping birds do echo forth my vows;Where strongest elm can scarce support the vine,And sweetest flowers enamelled have the ground;Where Muses dwell: and yet hereat repineThat on the earth so rare a place was found.But winds delight: I wish to be content.I praise the woodbine: but I take no joy.I moan the birds that music thus have spent.As for the rest, they breed but mine annoy.Live thou, fairLicia, in this place alone:Then shall I joy, though all of these were gone.
I Live, sweet Love, where as the gentle windMurmurs with sport, in midst of thickest boughs;Where loving woodbine doth the harbour bind,And chirping birds do echo forth my vows;Where strongest elm can scarce support the vine,And sweetest flowers enamelled have the ground;Where Muses dwell: and yet hereat repineThat on the earth so rare a place was found.But winds delight: I wish to be content.I praise the woodbine: but I take no joy.I moan the birds that music thus have spent.As for the rest, they breed but mine annoy.Live thou, fairLicia, in this place alone:Then shall I joy, though all of these were gone.
THecrystal streams, wherein my Love did swim,Melted in tears, as partners of my woe;Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,The pearl-like fountain, whiter than the snow.Then, like perfume resolvèd with a heat,The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn.A wonder strange to see the cold so great,And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.I searched the cause, and found it to be this:She touched the water, and it burnt with love.Now, by her means, it purchased hath that blissWhich all diseases quickly can remove.Then if, by you, these streams thus blessèd be:Sweet, grant me love; and be not worse to me!
THecrystal streams, wherein my Love did swim,Melted in tears, as partners of my woe;Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,The pearl-like fountain, whiter than the snow.Then, like perfume resolvèd with a heat,The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn.A wonder strange to see the cold so great,And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.I searched the cause, and found it to be this:She touched the water, and it burnt with love.Now, by her means, it purchased hath that blissWhich all diseases quickly can remove.Then if, by you, these streams thus blessèd be:Sweet, grant me love; and be not worse to me!
THecrystal streams, wherein my Love did swim,Melted in tears, as partners of my woe;Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,The pearl-like fountain, whiter than the snow.Then, like perfume resolvèd with a heat,The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn.A wonder strange to see the cold so great,And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.I searched the cause, and found it to be this:She touched the water, and it burnt with love.Now, by her means, it purchased hath that blissWhich all diseases quickly can remove.Then if, by you, these streams thus blessèd be:Sweet, grant me love; and be not worse to me!
THecrystal streams, wherein my Love did swim,Melted in tears, as partners of my woe;Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,The pearl-like fountain, whiter than the snow.Then, like perfume resolvèd with a heat,The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn.A wonder strange to see the cold so great,And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.I searched the cause, and found it to be this:She touched the water, and it burnt with love.Now, by her means, it purchased hath that blissWhich all diseases quickly can remove.Then if, by you, these streams thus blessèd be:Sweet, grant me love; and be not worse to me!
THecrystal streams, wherein my Love did swim,Melted in tears, as partners of my woe;Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,The pearl-like fountain, whiter than the snow.Then, like perfume resolvèd with a heat,The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn.A wonder strange to see the cold so great,And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.I searched the cause, and found it to be this:She touched the water, and it burnt with love.Now, by her means, it purchased hath that blissWhich all diseases quickly can remove.Then if, by you, these streams thus blessèd be:Sweet, grant me love; and be not worse to me!
IN time the strong and stately turrets fall.In time the rose, and silver lilies die.In time the monarchs captive are and thrall.In time the sea and rivers are made dry.The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder.Still living fame, in time doth fade away.The mountains proud, we see in time come under:And earth, for aye, we see in time decay.The sun in time forgets for to retireFrom out the East, where he was wont to rise.The basest thoughts, we see in time aspire.And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise.Thus all, sweet Fair, in time must have an end:Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend.
IN time the strong and stately turrets fall.In time the rose, and silver lilies die.In time the monarchs captive are and thrall.In time the sea and rivers are made dry.The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder.Still living fame, in time doth fade away.The mountains proud, we see in time come under:And earth, for aye, we see in time decay.The sun in time forgets for to retireFrom out the East, where he was wont to rise.The basest thoughts, we see in time aspire.And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise.Thus all, sweet Fair, in time must have an end:Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend.
IN time the strong and stately turrets fall.In time the rose, and silver lilies die.In time the monarchs captive are and thrall.In time the sea and rivers are made dry.The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder.Still living fame, in time doth fade away.The mountains proud, we see in time come under:And earth, for aye, we see in time decay.The sun in time forgets for to retireFrom out the East, where he was wont to rise.The basest thoughts, we see in time aspire.And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise.Thus all, sweet Fair, in time must have an end:Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend.
IN time the strong and stately turrets fall.In time the rose, and silver lilies die.In time the monarchs captive are and thrall.In time the sea and rivers are made dry.The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder.Still living fame, in time doth fade away.The mountains proud, we see in time come under:And earth, for aye, we see in time decay.The sun in time forgets for to retireFrom out the East, where he was wont to rise.The basest thoughts, we see in time aspire.And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise.Thus all, sweet Fair, in time must have an end:Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend.
IN time the strong and stately turrets fall.In time the rose, and silver lilies die.In time the monarchs captive are and thrall.In time the sea and rivers are made dry.The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder.Still living fame, in time doth fade away.The mountains proud, we see in time come under:And earth, for aye, we see in time decay.The sun in time forgets for to retireFrom out the East, where he was wont to rise.The basest thoughts, we see in time aspire.And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise.Thus all, sweet Fair, in time must have an end:Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend.
WHenas myLiciasailèd in the seas,Viewing with pride, godNeptune's stately crown,A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease;The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown.Love at the stern sat smiling, and did singTo see how seas had learned for to obey;And balls of fire into the waves did fling.And still the boy, full wanton, thus did say:"Both poles we burnt, whereon the world doth turn;The round of heaven from earth unto the skies:And now the seas, we both intend to burn;I with my bow, andLiciawith her eyes."Then since thy force, heavens, earth, nor seas can move;I conquered, yield: and do confess I love.
WHenas myLiciasailèd in the seas,Viewing with pride, godNeptune's stately crown,A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease;The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown.Love at the stern sat smiling, and did singTo see how seas had learned for to obey;And balls of fire into the waves did fling.And still the boy, full wanton, thus did say:"Both poles we burnt, whereon the world doth turn;The round of heaven from earth unto the skies:And now the seas, we both intend to burn;I with my bow, andLiciawith her eyes."Then since thy force, heavens, earth, nor seas can move;I conquered, yield: and do confess I love.
WHenas myLiciasailèd in the seas,Viewing with pride, godNeptune's stately crown,A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease;The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown.Love at the stern sat smiling, and did singTo see how seas had learned for to obey;And balls of fire into the waves did fling.And still the boy, full wanton, thus did say:"Both poles we burnt, whereon the world doth turn;The round of heaven from earth unto the skies:And now the seas, we both intend to burn;I with my bow, andLiciawith her eyes."Then since thy force, heavens, earth, nor seas can move;I conquered, yield: and do confess I love.
WHenas myLiciasailèd in the seas,Viewing with pride, godNeptune's stately crown,A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease;The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown.Love at the stern sat smiling, and did singTo see how seas had learned for to obey;And balls of fire into the waves did fling.And still the boy, full wanton, thus did say:"Both poles we burnt, whereon the world doth turn;The round of heaven from earth unto the skies:And now the seas, we both intend to burn;I with my bow, andLiciawith her eyes."Then since thy force, heavens, earth, nor seas can move;I conquered, yield: and do confess I love.
WHenas myLiciasailèd in the seas,Viewing with pride, godNeptune's stately crown,A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease;The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown.Love at the stern sat smiling, and did singTo see how seas had learned for to obey;And balls of fire into the waves did fling.And still the boy, full wanton, thus did say:"Both poles we burnt, whereon the world doth turn;The round of heaven from earth unto the skies:And now the seas, we both intend to burn;I with my bow, andLiciawith her eyes."Then since thy force, heavens, earth, nor seas can move;I conquered, yield: and do confess I love.
WHenas her lute is tunèd to her voice,The air grows proud for honour of that sound;And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoiceThat in the earth such music should be found.When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold)Like silver thread lies wafting in the air;Diana-like she looks, but yet more bold:Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fair.When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks;SheJovein pride encounters with a check:The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks,Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck.Yet all these graces, blots; not graces, are:If you, my Love, of love do take no care.
WHenas her lute is tunèd to her voice,The air grows proud for honour of that sound;And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoiceThat in the earth such music should be found.When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold)Like silver thread lies wafting in the air;Diana-like she looks, but yet more bold:Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fair.When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks;SheJovein pride encounters with a check:The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks,Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck.Yet all these graces, blots; not graces, are:If you, my Love, of love do take no care.
WHenas her lute is tunèd to her voice,The air grows proud for honour of that sound;And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoiceThat in the earth such music should be found.When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold)Like silver thread lies wafting in the air;Diana-like she looks, but yet more bold:Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fair.When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks;SheJovein pride encounters with a check:The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks,Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck.Yet all these graces, blots; not graces, are:If you, my Love, of love do take no care.
WHenas her lute is tunèd to her voice,The air grows proud for honour of that sound;And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoiceThat in the earth such music should be found.When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold)Like silver thread lies wafting in the air;Diana-like she looks, but yet more bold:Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fair.When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks;SheJovein pride encounters with a check:The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks,Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck.Yet all these graces, blots; not graces, are:If you, my Love, of love do take no care.
WHenas her lute is tunèd to her voice,The air grows proud for honour of that sound;And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoiceThat in the earth such music should be found.When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold)Like silver thread lies wafting in the air;Diana-like she looks, but yet more bold:Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fair.When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks;SheJovein pride encounters with a check:The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks,Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck.Yet all these graces, blots; not graces, are:If you, my Love, of love do take no care.
YEars, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend.I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.Thus time's expense increaseth but my loss.I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.And then I think, my fancy to remove:But then more painful I my passions feel.Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;And your unkindness doth my love increase:I conquered am, I cannot it deny.My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.Then heavens, makeLiciafair most kind to me;Or with my life, my love may finished be!
YEars, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend.I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.Thus time's expense increaseth but my loss.I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.And then I think, my fancy to remove:But then more painful I my passions feel.Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;And your unkindness doth my love increase:I conquered am, I cannot it deny.My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.Then heavens, makeLiciafair most kind to me;Or with my life, my love may finished be!
YEars, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend.I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.Thus time's expense increaseth but my loss.I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.And then I think, my fancy to remove:But then more painful I my passions feel.Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;And your unkindness doth my love increase:I conquered am, I cannot it deny.My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.Then heavens, makeLiciafair most kind to me;Or with my life, my love may finished be!
YEars, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend.I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.Thus time's expense increaseth but my loss.I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.And then I think, my fancy to remove:But then more painful I my passions feel.Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;And your unkindness doth my love increase:I conquered am, I cannot it deny.My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.Then heavens, makeLiciafair most kind to me;Or with my life, my love may finished be!
YEars, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend.I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.Thus time's expense increaseth but my loss.I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.And then I think, my fancy to remove:But then more painful I my passions feel.Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;And your unkindness doth my love increase:I conquered am, I cannot it deny.My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.Then heavens, makeLiciafair most kind to me;Or with my life, my love may finished be!
I wrotemy sighs, and sent them to my Love.I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise:But plaints, nor praises, could fairLiciamove.Above my reach, she did her virtues raise.And thus replied, "False scrawl, untrue thou art!To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found.For half those praises came not from his heart;Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found."Thy master's life, false scrawl, shall be thy doom!Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame!Both your attempts deserve no better room."Thus, at her word, we ashes both became.Believe me, Fair, and let my paper live!Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.
I wrotemy sighs, and sent them to my Love.I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise:But plaints, nor praises, could fairLiciamove.Above my reach, she did her virtues raise.And thus replied, "False scrawl, untrue thou art!To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found.For half those praises came not from his heart;Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found."Thy master's life, false scrawl, shall be thy doom!Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame!Both your attempts deserve no better room."Thus, at her word, we ashes both became.Believe me, Fair, and let my paper live!Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.
I wrotemy sighs, and sent them to my Love.I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise:But plaints, nor praises, could fairLiciamove.Above my reach, she did her virtues raise.And thus replied, "False scrawl, untrue thou art!To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found.For half those praises came not from his heart;Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found."Thy master's life, false scrawl, shall be thy doom!Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame!Both your attempts deserve no better room."Thus, at her word, we ashes both became.Believe me, Fair, and let my paper live!Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.
I wrotemy sighs, and sent them to my Love.I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise:But plaints, nor praises, could fairLiciamove.Above my reach, she did her virtues raise.And thus replied, "False scrawl, untrue thou art!To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found.For half those praises came not from his heart;Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found."Thy master's life, false scrawl, shall be thy doom!Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame!Both your attempts deserve no better room."Thus, at her word, we ashes both became.Believe me, Fair, and let my paper live!Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.
I wrotemy sighs, and sent them to my Love.I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise:But plaints, nor praises, could fairLiciamove.Above my reach, she did her virtues raise.And thus replied, "False scrawl, untrue thou art!To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found.For half those praises came not from his heart;Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found."Thy master's life, false scrawl, shall be thy doom!Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame!Both your attempts deserve no better room."Thus, at her word, we ashes both became.Believe me, Fair, and let my paper live!Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.
PAleare my looks, forsaken of my life:Cinders, my bones; consumèd with thy flame.Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife;And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.I mourn alone, because alone I burn:Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love!Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn;As I distressèd in myself do prove.Respect, fairLicia, what my torments are!Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears!See how my love doth still increase my care!And care's increase, my life to nothing wears.Send but a sigh, my flame for to increase:Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.
PAleare my looks, forsaken of my life:Cinders, my bones; consumèd with thy flame.Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife;And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.I mourn alone, because alone I burn:Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love!Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn;As I distressèd in myself do prove.Respect, fairLicia, what my torments are!Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears!See how my love doth still increase my care!And care's increase, my life to nothing wears.Send but a sigh, my flame for to increase:Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.
PAleare my looks, forsaken of my life:Cinders, my bones; consumèd with thy flame.Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife;And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.I mourn alone, because alone I burn:Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love!Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn;As I distressèd in myself do prove.Respect, fairLicia, what my torments are!Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears!See how my love doth still increase my care!And care's increase, my life to nothing wears.Send but a sigh, my flame for to increase:Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.
PAleare my looks, forsaken of my life:Cinders, my bones; consumèd with thy flame.Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife;And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.I mourn alone, because alone I burn:Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love!Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn;As I distressèd in myself do prove.Respect, fairLicia, what my torments are!Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears!See how my love doth still increase my care!And care's increase, my life to nothing wears.Send but a sigh, my flame for to increase:Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.
PAleare my looks, forsaken of my life:Cinders, my bones; consumèd with thy flame.Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife;And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.I mourn alone, because alone I burn:Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love!Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn;As I distressèd in myself do prove.Respect, fairLicia, what my torments are!Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears!See how my love doth still increase my care!And care's increase, my life to nothing wears.Send but a sigh, my flame for to increase:Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.
WHenas I wish, fairLicia, for a kissFrom those sweet lips, where rose and lilies strive;Straight do mine Eyes repine at such a bliss,And seek my Lips thereof for to deprive.When as I seek to glut mine Eyes by sight;My Lips repine, and call mine Eyes away.Thus both contend to have each other's right;And both conspire to work my full decay.O force admired, of Beauty in her pride;In whose each part such strange effects there be,That all my forces in themselves divide,And make my senses plainly disagree.Ifallwere mine, this envy would be gone:Then grant meall, fair Sweet; or grant me none!
WHenas I wish, fairLicia, for a kissFrom those sweet lips, where rose and lilies strive;Straight do mine Eyes repine at such a bliss,And seek my Lips thereof for to deprive.When as I seek to glut mine Eyes by sight;My Lips repine, and call mine Eyes away.Thus both contend to have each other's right;And both conspire to work my full decay.O force admired, of Beauty in her pride;In whose each part such strange effects there be,That all my forces in themselves divide,And make my senses plainly disagree.Ifallwere mine, this envy would be gone:Then grant meall, fair Sweet; or grant me none!
WHenas I wish, fairLicia, for a kissFrom those sweet lips, where rose and lilies strive;Straight do mine Eyes repine at such a bliss,And seek my Lips thereof for to deprive.When as I seek to glut mine Eyes by sight;My Lips repine, and call mine Eyes away.Thus both contend to have each other's right;And both conspire to work my full decay.O force admired, of Beauty in her pride;In whose each part such strange effects there be,That all my forces in themselves divide,And make my senses plainly disagree.Ifallwere mine, this envy would be gone:Then grant meall, fair Sweet; or grant me none!
WHenas I wish, fairLicia, for a kissFrom those sweet lips, where rose and lilies strive;Straight do mine Eyes repine at such a bliss,And seek my Lips thereof for to deprive.When as I seek to glut mine Eyes by sight;My Lips repine, and call mine Eyes away.Thus both contend to have each other's right;And both conspire to work my full decay.O force admired, of Beauty in her pride;In whose each part such strange effects there be,That all my forces in themselves divide,And make my senses plainly disagree.Ifallwere mine, this envy would be gone:Then grant meall, fair Sweet; or grant me none!
WHenas I wish, fairLicia, for a kissFrom those sweet lips, where rose and lilies strive;Straight do mine Eyes repine at such a bliss,And seek my Lips thereof for to deprive.When as I seek to glut mine Eyes by sight;My Lips repine, and call mine Eyes away.Thus both contend to have each other's right;And both conspire to work my full decay.O force admired, of Beauty in her pride;In whose each part such strange effects there be,That all my forces in themselves divide,And make my senses plainly disagree.Ifallwere mine, this envy would be gone:Then grant meall, fair Sweet; or grant me none!
HEarhow my Sighs are echoed by the wind!See how my Tears are pitied by the rain!Feel what a Flame possessèd hath my mind!Taste but the Grief which I possess in vain!Then if my Sighs, the blustering wind surpass;And wat'ry Tears, the drops of rain exceed;And if no Flame like mine nor is, nor was;Nor Grief like that whereon my soul doth feed:Relent, fairLicia! when my Sighs do blow:Yield at my Tears! that flintlike drops consume:Accept the Flame! that doth my incense show:Allow the Grief! that is my heart's perfume:Thus Sighs, and Tears, Flame, Grief, shall plead for me;So shall I pray, and you a goddess be.
HEarhow my Sighs are echoed by the wind!See how my Tears are pitied by the rain!Feel what a Flame possessèd hath my mind!Taste but the Grief which I possess in vain!Then if my Sighs, the blustering wind surpass;And wat'ry Tears, the drops of rain exceed;And if no Flame like mine nor is, nor was;Nor Grief like that whereon my soul doth feed:Relent, fairLicia! when my Sighs do blow:Yield at my Tears! that flintlike drops consume:Accept the Flame! that doth my incense show:Allow the Grief! that is my heart's perfume:Thus Sighs, and Tears, Flame, Grief, shall plead for me;So shall I pray, and you a goddess be.
HEarhow my Sighs are echoed by the wind!See how my Tears are pitied by the rain!Feel what a Flame possessèd hath my mind!Taste but the Grief which I possess in vain!Then if my Sighs, the blustering wind surpass;And wat'ry Tears, the drops of rain exceed;And if no Flame like mine nor is, nor was;Nor Grief like that whereon my soul doth feed:Relent, fairLicia! when my Sighs do blow:Yield at my Tears! that flintlike drops consume:Accept the Flame! that doth my incense show:Allow the Grief! that is my heart's perfume:Thus Sighs, and Tears, Flame, Grief, shall plead for me;So shall I pray, and you a goddess be.
HEarhow my Sighs are echoed by the wind!See how my Tears are pitied by the rain!Feel what a Flame possessèd hath my mind!Taste but the Grief which I possess in vain!Then if my Sighs, the blustering wind surpass;And wat'ry Tears, the drops of rain exceed;And if no Flame like mine nor is, nor was;Nor Grief like that whereon my soul doth feed:Relent, fairLicia! when my Sighs do blow:Yield at my Tears! that flintlike drops consume:Accept the Flame! that doth my incense show:Allow the Grief! that is my heart's perfume:Thus Sighs, and Tears, Flame, Grief, shall plead for me;So shall I pray, and you a goddess be.
HEarhow my Sighs are echoed by the wind!See how my Tears are pitied by the rain!Feel what a Flame possessèd hath my mind!Taste but the Grief which I possess in vain!Then if my Sighs, the blustering wind surpass;And wat'ry Tears, the drops of rain exceed;And if no Flame like mine nor is, nor was;Nor Grief like that whereon my soul doth feed:Relent, fairLicia! when my Sighs do blow:Yield at my Tears! that flintlike drops consume:Accept the Flame! that doth my incense show:Allow the Grief! that is my heart's perfume:Thus Sighs, and Tears, Flame, Grief, shall plead for me;So shall I pray, and you a goddess be.
I speak, fairLicia, what my torments be;But then my speech too partial do I find:For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie:But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.And so my silence worse than speech I try.Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.In all respects my case alike doth fare.To him that wants; and dares not ask relief.Then you, fairLicia, Sovereign of my heart,Read to yourself my anguish and my smart!
I speak, fairLicia, what my torments be;But then my speech too partial do I find:For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie:But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.And so my silence worse than speech I try.Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.In all respects my case alike doth fare.To him that wants; and dares not ask relief.Then you, fairLicia, Sovereign of my heart,Read to yourself my anguish and my smart!
I speak, fairLicia, what my torments be;But then my speech too partial do I find:For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie:But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.And so my silence worse than speech I try.Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.In all respects my case alike doth fare.To him that wants; and dares not ask relief.Then you, fairLicia, Sovereign of my heart,Read to yourself my anguish and my smart!
I speak, fairLicia, what my torments be;But then my speech too partial do I find:For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie:But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.And so my silence worse than speech I try.Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.In all respects my case alike doth fare.To him that wants; and dares not ask relief.Then you, fairLicia, Sovereign of my heart,Read to yourself my anguish and my smart!
I speak, fairLicia, what my torments be;But then my speech too partial do I find:For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie:But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.And so my silence worse than speech I try.Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.In all respects my case alike doth fare.To him that wants; and dares not ask relief.Then you, fairLicia, Sovereign of my heart,Read to yourself my anguish and my smart!
SWeet, I protest, and seal it with an oath,I never saw that so my thoughts did please:And yet content, displeased I see them wrothTo love so much, and cannot have their ease.I told my thoughts, "My Sovereign made a pause:Disposed to grant, but willing to delay."They then repined, for that they knew no cause;And swore they wished She flatly would say "Nay."Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled;And 'gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine:So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed;And made fairLiciasay, She is not mine.But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:And, as you please, they swear they are content.
SWeet, I protest, and seal it with an oath,I never saw that so my thoughts did please:And yet content, displeased I see them wrothTo love so much, and cannot have their ease.I told my thoughts, "My Sovereign made a pause:Disposed to grant, but willing to delay."They then repined, for that they knew no cause;And swore they wished She flatly would say "Nay."Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled;And 'gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine:So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed;And made fairLiciasay, She is not mine.But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:And, as you please, they swear they are content.
SWeet, I protest, and seal it with an oath,I never saw that so my thoughts did please:And yet content, displeased I see them wrothTo love so much, and cannot have their ease.I told my thoughts, "My Sovereign made a pause:Disposed to grant, but willing to delay."They then repined, for that they knew no cause;And swore they wished She flatly would say "Nay."Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled;And 'gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine:So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed;And made fairLiciasay, She is not mine.But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:And, as you please, they swear they are content.
SWeet, I protest, and seal it with an oath,I never saw that so my thoughts did please:And yet content, displeased I see them wrothTo love so much, and cannot have their ease.I told my thoughts, "My Sovereign made a pause:Disposed to grant, but willing to delay."They then repined, for that they knew no cause;And swore they wished She flatly would say "Nay."Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled;And 'gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine:So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed;And made fairLiciasay, She is not mine.But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:And, as you please, they swear they are content.
SWeet, I protest, and seal it with an oath,I never saw that so my thoughts did please:And yet content, displeased I see them wrothTo love so much, and cannot have their ease.I told my thoughts, "My Sovereign made a pause:Disposed to grant, but willing to delay."They then repined, for that they knew no cause;And swore they wished She flatly would say "Nay."Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled;And 'gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine:So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed;And made fairLiciasay, She is not mine.But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:And, as you please, they swear they are content.
FAirmatchless Nymph, respect but what I crave?My thoughts are true, and honour is my love.I fainting die, whom yet a smile might save.You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.Those eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night;And cheeks, like rubies pale in lilies dyed;Those ebon [ivory] hands that darting have such might:That in my soul, my love and life divide.Accept the Passions of a man possesst!Let love be loved, and grant me leave to live!Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest;And let your heaven, a sun-like smile but give!Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun;That saved my life, when as my grief begun.
FAirmatchless Nymph, respect but what I crave?My thoughts are true, and honour is my love.I fainting die, whom yet a smile might save.You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.Those eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night;And cheeks, like rubies pale in lilies dyed;Those ebon [ivory] hands that darting have such might:That in my soul, my love and life divide.Accept the Passions of a man possesst!Let love be loved, and grant me leave to live!Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest;And let your heaven, a sun-like smile but give!Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun;That saved my life, when as my grief begun.
FAirmatchless Nymph, respect but what I crave?My thoughts are true, and honour is my love.I fainting die, whom yet a smile might save.You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.Those eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night;And cheeks, like rubies pale in lilies dyed;Those ebon [ivory] hands that darting have such might:That in my soul, my love and life divide.Accept the Passions of a man possesst!Let love be loved, and grant me leave to live!Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest;And let your heaven, a sun-like smile but give!Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun;That saved my life, when as my grief begun.
FAirmatchless Nymph, respect but what I crave?My thoughts are true, and honour is my love.I fainting die, whom yet a smile might save.You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.Those eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night;And cheeks, like rubies pale in lilies dyed;Those ebon [ivory] hands that darting have such might:That in my soul, my love and life divide.Accept the Passions of a man possesst!Let love be loved, and grant me leave to live!Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest;And let your heaven, a sun-like smile but give!Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun;That saved my life, when as my grief begun.
FAirmatchless Nymph, respect but what I crave?My thoughts are true, and honour is my love.I fainting die, whom yet a smile might save.You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.Those eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night;And cheeks, like rubies pale in lilies dyed;Those ebon [ivory] hands that darting have such might:That in my soul, my love and life divide.Accept the Passions of a man possesst!Let love be loved, and grant me leave to live!Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest;And let your heaven, a sun-like smile but give!Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun;That saved my life, when as my grief begun.
MY grief began, fair Saint, when first I sawLove, in those eyes, sit ruling with disdain;Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe:And caused them serve, your favour to obtain.I stood as one enchanted with a frown;Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes:Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown;And thought them gracèd by your dumb replies.But I, ambitious, could not be contentTill that my service, more than sighs made known;And for that end, my heart to you I sent,To say and swear that, Fair! it is your own.Then greater graces,Licia, do impart!Not dumb replies, unto a speaking heart.
MY grief began, fair Saint, when first I sawLove, in those eyes, sit ruling with disdain;Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe:And caused them serve, your favour to obtain.I stood as one enchanted with a frown;Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes:Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown;And thought them gracèd by your dumb replies.But I, ambitious, could not be contentTill that my service, more than sighs made known;And for that end, my heart to you I sent,To say and swear that, Fair! it is your own.Then greater graces,Licia, do impart!Not dumb replies, unto a speaking heart.
MY grief began, fair Saint, when first I sawLove, in those eyes, sit ruling with disdain;Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe:And caused them serve, your favour to obtain.I stood as one enchanted with a frown;Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes:Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown;And thought them gracèd by your dumb replies.But I, ambitious, could not be contentTill that my service, more than sighs made known;And for that end, my heart to you I sent,To say and swear that, Fair! it is your own.Then greater graces,Licia, do impart!Not dumb replies, unto a speaking heart.
MY grief began, fair Saint, when first I sawLove, in those eyes, sit ruling with disdain;Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe:And caused them serve, your favour to obtain.I stood as one enchanted with a frown;Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes:Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown;And thought them gracèd by your dumb replies.But I, ambitious, could not be contentTill that my service, more than sighs made known;And for that end, my heart to you I sent,To say and swear that, Fair! it is your own.Then greater graces,Licia, do impart!Not dumb replies, unto a speaking heart.
MY grief began, fair Saint, when first I sawLove, in those eyes, sit ruling with disdain;Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe:And caused them serve, your favour to obtain.I stood as one enchanted with a frown;Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes:Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown;And thought them gracèd by your dumb replies.But I, ambitious, could not be contentTill that my service, more than sighs made known;And for that end, my heart to you I sent,To say and swear that, Fair! it is your own.Then greater graces,Licia, do impart!Not dumb replies, unto a speaking heart.
A Sonnet made upon the Two Twins, daughters of theLadyMollineux; both passing like, and exceeding[ly] fair.
POetsdid feign that heavens aVenushad;Matchless herself, andCupidwas her son.Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad;By whom so many famous were undone.NowCupidmourns that he hath lost his might,And that these Two so comely are to see;AndVenusfrowns, because they have her right:Yet both so like that both shall blameless be.With heaven's Two Twins for godhead these may strive;And rule a World with least part of a frown:Fairer than these Two Twins are not alive;Both conquering Queens, and both deserve a Crown.My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try,That thousands conquered, for their love shall die.
POetsdid feign that heavens aVenushad;Matchless herself, andCupidwas her son.Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad;By whom so many famous were undone.NowCupidmourns that he hath lost his might,And that these Two so comely are to see;AndVenusfrowns, because they have her right:Yet both so like that both shall blameless be.With heaven's Two Twins for godhead these may strive;And rule a World with least part of a frown:Fairer than these Two Twins are not alive;Both conquering Queens, and both deserve a Crown.My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try,That thousands conquered, for their love shall die.
POetsdid feign that heavens aVenushad;Matchless herself, andCupidwas her son.Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad;By whom so many famous were undone.NowCupidmourns that he hath lost his might,And that these Two so comely are to see;AndVenusfrowns, because they have her right:Yet both so like that both shall blameless be.With heaven's Two Twins for godhead these may strive;And rule a World with least part of a frown:Fairer than these Two Twins are not alive;Both conquering Queens, and both deserve a Crown.My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try,That thousands conquered, for their love shall die.
POetsdid feign that heavens aVenushad;Matchless herself, andCupidwas her son.Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad;By whom so many famous were undone.NowCupidmourns that he hath lost his might,And that these Two so comely are to see;AndVenusfrowns, because they have her right:Yet both so like that both shall blameless be.With heaven's Two Twins for godhead these may strive;And rule a World with least part of a frown:Fairer than these Two Twins are not alive;Both conquering Queens, and both deserve a Crown.My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try,That thousands conquered, for their love shall die.
POetsdid feign that heavens aVenushad;Matchless herself, andCupidwas her son.Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad;By whom so many famous were undone.NowCupidmourns that he hath lost his might,And that these Two so comely are to see;AndVenusfrowns, because they have her right:Yet both so like that both shall blameless be.With heaven's Two Twins for godhead these may strive;And rule a World with least part of a frown:Fairer than these Two Twins are not alive;Both conquering Queens, and both deserve a Crown.My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try,That thousands conquered, for their love shall die.
IF, agedCharon, when my life shall end,I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay,Thy oars shall fail thy boat, and mast shall rend;And through the deep shall be a dry footway.For why? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flameThat air and water both incensèd be:The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came(For from my heat not heaven itself is free!).Then since to me my loss can be no gain;Avoid thy harm, and fly what I foretell!Make thou my Love with me for to be slain;That I with her, and both with thee, may dwell.Thy fact thus,Charon, both of us shall bless:Thou save thy boat, and I my Love possess.
IF, agedCharon, when my life shall end,I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay,Thy oars shall fail thy boat, and mast shall rend;And through the deep shall be a dry footway.For why? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flameThat air and water both incensèd be:The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came(For from my heat not heaven itself is free!).Then since to me my loss can be no gain;Avoid thy harm, and fly what I foretell!Make thou my Love with me for to be slain;That I with her, and both with thee, may dwell.Thy fact thus,Charon, both of us shall bless:Thou save thy boat, and I my Love possess.
IF, agedCharon, when my life shall end,I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay,Thy oars shall fail thy boat, and mast shall rend;And through the deep shall be a dry footway.For why? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flameThat air and water both incensèd be:The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came(For from my heat not heaven itself is free!).Then since to me my loss can be no gain;Avoid thy harm, and fly what I foretell!Make thou my Love with me for to be slain;That I with her, and both with thee, may dwell.Thy fact thus,Charon, both of us shall bless:Thou save thy boat, and I my Love possess.
IF, agedCharon, when my life shall end,I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay,Thy oars shall fail thy boat, and mast shall rend;And through the deep shall be a dry footway.For why? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flameThat air and water both incensèd be:The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came(For from my heat not heaven itself is free!).Then since to me my loss can be no gain;Avoid thy harm, and fly what I foretell!Make thou my Love with me for to be slain;That I with her, and both with thee, may dwell.Thy fact thus,Charon, both of us shall bless:Thou save thy boat, and I my Love possess.
IF, agedCharon, when my life shall end,I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay,Thy oars shall fail thy boat, and mast shall rend;And through the deep shall be a dry footway.For why? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flameThat air and water both incensèd be:The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came(For from my heat not heaven itself is free!).Then since to me my loss can be no gain;Avoid thy harm, and fly what I foretell!Make thou my Love with me for to be slain;That I with her, and both with thee, may dwell.Thy fact thus,Charon, both of us shall bless:Thou save thy boat, and I my Love possess.
FOrif alone thou think to waft my Love,Her cold is such as can the sea command;And frozen ice shall let [hinder] thy boat to move.Nor can thy forces row it from the land.But if thou, friendly, both at once shall take;Thyself mayest rest! For why? My sighs will blow.Our cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall makeAs that thy boat, without thy help, shall row.Then will I sit and glut me on those eyesWherewith my life, my eyes could never fill.Thus from thy boat that comfort shall arise,The want whereof my life and hope did kill.Together placed, so thou her scorn shalt cross:Where if we part, thy boat must suffer loss.
FOrif alone thou think to waft my Love,Her cold is such as can the sea command;And frozen ice shall let [hinder] thy boat to move.Nor can thy forces row it from the land.But if thou, friendly, both at once shall take;Thyself mayest rest! For why? My sighs will blow.Our cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall makeAs that thy boat, without thy help, shall row.Then will I sit and glut me on those eyesWherewith my life, my eyes could never fill.Thus from thy boat that comfort shall arise,The want whereof my life and hope did kill.Together placed, so thou her scorn shalt cross:Where if we part, thy boat must suffer loss.
FOrif alone thou think to waft my Love,Her cold is such as can the sea command;And frozen ice shall let [hinder] thy boat to move.Nor can thy forces row it from the land.But if thou, friendly, both at once shall take;Thyself mayest rest! For why? My sighs will blow.Our cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall makeAs that thy boat, without thy help, shall row.Then will I sit and glut me on those eyesWherewith my life, my eyes could never fill.Thus from thy boat that comfort shall arise,The want whereof my life and hope did kill.Together placed, so thou her scorn shalt cross:Where if we part, thy boat must suffer loss.
FOrif alone thou think to waft my Love,Her cold is such as can the sea command;And frozen ice shall let [hinder] thy boat to move.Nor can thy forces row it from the land.But if thou, friendly, both at once shall take;Thyself mayest rest! For why? My sighs will blow.Our cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall makeAs that thy boat, without thy help, shall row.Then will I sit and glut me on those eyesWherewith my life, my eyes could never fill.Thus from thy boat that comfort shall arise,The want whereof my life and hope did kill.Together placed, so thou her scorn shalt cross:Where if we part, thy boat must suffer loss.
FOrif alone thou think to waft my Love,Her cold is such as can the sea command;And frozen ice shall let [hinder] thy boat to move.Nor can thy forces row it from the land.But if thou, friendly, both at once shall take;Thyself mayest rest! For why? My sighs will blow.Our cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall makeAs that thy boat, without thy help, shall row.Then will I sit and glut me on those eyesWherewith my life, my eyes could never fill.Thus from thy boat that comfort shall arise,The want whereof my life and hope did kill.Together placed, so thou her scorn shalt cross:Where if we part, thy boat must suffer loss.
ARethose two stars, her eyes, my life's light, gone?By which my soul was freeèd from all dark:And am I left distressed to live alone,Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark?Ah, Sun! why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold;When, horseman brave, thou risest in the East?Ah,Cynthiapale, to whom my griefs I told!Why do you both rejoice both man and beast?And I alone, alone that dark possessByLicia's absence, brighter than the Sun:Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,And broke the clouds when tears like rain begun.Heavens grant that light, and so me waking keep:Or shut my eyes, and rock me fast asleep!
ARethose two stars, her eyes, my life's light, gone?By which my soul was freeèd from all dark:And am I left distressed to live alone,Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark?Ah, Sun! why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold;When, horseman brave, thou risest in the East?Ah,Cynthiapale, to whom my griefs I told!Why do you both rejoice both man and beast?And I alone, alone that dark possessByLicia's absence, brighter than the Sun:Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,And broke the clouds when tears like rain begun.Heavens grant that light, and so me waking keep:Or shut my eyes, and rock me fast asleep!
ARethose two stars, her eyes, my life's light, gone?By which my soul was freeèd from all dark:And am I left distressed to live alone,Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark?Ah, Sun! why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold;When, horseman brave, thou risest in the East?Ah,Cynthiapale, to whom my griefs I told!Why do you both rejoice both man and beast?And I alone, alone that dark possessByLicia's absence, brighter than the Sun:Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,And broke the clouds when tears like rain begun.Heavens grant that light, and so me waking keep:Or shut my eyes, and rock me fast asleep!
ARethose two stars, her eyes, my life's light, gone?By which my soul was freeèd from all dark:And am I left distressed to live alone,Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark?Ah, Sun! why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold;When, horseman brave, thou risest in the East?Ah,Cynthiapale, to whom my griefs I told!Why do you both rejoice both man and beast?And I alone, alone that dark possessByLicia's absence, brighter than the Sun:Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,And broke the clouds when tears like rain begun.Heavens grant that light, and so me waking keep:Or shut my eyes, and rock me fast asleep!
ARethose two stars, her eyes, my life's light, gone?By which my soul was freeèd from all dark:And am I left distressed to live alone,Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark?Ah, Sun! why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold;When, horseman brave, thou risest in the East?Ah,Cynthiapale, to whom my griefs I told!Why do you both rejoice both man and beast?And I alone, alone that dark possessByLicia's absence, brighter than the Sun:Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,And broke the clouds when tears like rain begun.Heavens grant that light, and so me waking keep:Or shut my eyes, and rock me fast asleep!
CRuelfair Love! I justly do complainOf too much rigour, and thy heart unkind;That, for mine eyes, thou hast my body slain:And would not grant that I should favour find.I looked, fair Love! and you my Love looked fair.I sighed for love, and you for sport did smile.Your smiles were such as did perfume the air;And this perfumèd, did my heart beguile.Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes,Begun with sighs, and endèd with a flame.I, for your love, did all the world despise;And in these Poems honoured have your name.Then let your love so with my fault dispense,That all my parts feel not mine eyes' offence.
CRuelfair Love! I justly do complainOf too much rigour, and thy heart unkind;That, for mine eyes, thou hast my body slain:And would not grant that I should favour find.I looked, fair Love! and you my Love looked fair.I sighed for love, and you for sport did smile.Your smiles were such as did perfume the air;And this perfumèd, did my heart beguile.Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes,Begun with sighs, and endèd with a flame.I, for your love, did all the world despise;And in these Poems honoured have your name.Then let your love so with my fault dispense,That all my parts feel not mine eyes' offence.
CRuelfair Love! I justly do complainOf too much rigour, and thy heart unkind;That, for mine eyes, thou hast my body slain:And would not grant that I should favour find.I looked, fair Love! and you my Love looked fair.I sighed for love, and you for sport did smile.Your smiles were such as did perfume the air;And this perfumèd, did my heart beguile.Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes,Begun with sighs, and endèd with a flame.I, for your love, did all the world despise;And in these Poems honoured have your name.Then let your love so with my fault dispense,That all my parts feel not mine eyes' offence.
CRuelfair Love! I justly do complainOf too much rigour, and thy heart unkind;That, for mine eyes, thou hast my body slain:And would not grant that I should favour find.I looked, fair Love! and you my Love looked fair.I sighed for love, and you for sport did smile.Your smiles were such as did perfume the air;And this perfumèd, did my heart beguile.Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes,Begun with sighs, and endèd with a flame.I, for your love, did all the world despise;And in these Poems honoured have your name.Then let your love so with my fault dispense,That all my parts feel not mine eyes' offence.
CRuelfair Love! I justly do complainOf too much rigour, and thy heart unkind;That, for mine eyes, thou hast my body slain:And would not grant that I should favour find.I looked, fair Love! and you my Love looked fair.I sighed for love, and you for sport did smile.Your smiles were such as did perfume the air;And this perfumèd, did my heart beguile.Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes,Begun with sighs, and endèd with a flame.I, for your love, did all the world despise;And in these Poems honoured have your name.Then let your love so with my fault dispense,That all my parts feel not mine eyes' offence.
THereshone a Comet, and it was full West.My thought presagèd what it did portend:I found it threatened, to my heart unrest;And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.I further sought, and found it was a Sun;Which day, nor night, did never use to set.It constant stood, when heavens did restless run;And did their virtues and their forces let.The World did muse, and wonder what it meant:A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.At length I found it was myLicia's eyes.Now, never after, soul shall live in dark.That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.
THereshone a Comet, and it was full West.My thought presagèd what it did portend:I found it threatened, to my heart unrest;And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.I further sought, and found it was a Sun;Which day, nor night, did never use to set.It constant stood, when heavens did restless run;And did their virtues and their forces let.The World did muse, and wonder what it meant:A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.At length I found it was myLicia's eyes.Now, never after, soul shall live in dark.That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.
THereshone a Comet, and it was full West.My thought presagèd what it did portend:I found it threatened, to my heart unrest;And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.I further sought, and found it was a Sun;Which day, nor night, did never use to set.It constant stood, when heavens did restless run;And did their virtues and their forces let.The World did muse, and wonder what it meant:A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.At length I found it was myLicia's eyes.Now, never after, soul shall live in dark.That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.
THereshone a Comet, and it was full West.My thought presagèd what it did portend:I found it threatened, to my heart unrest;And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.I further sought, and found it was a Sun;Which day, nor night, did never use to set.It constant stood, when heavens did restless run;And did their virtues and their forces let.The World did muse, and wonder what it meant:A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.At length I found it was myLicia's eyes.Now, never after, soul shall live in dark.That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.
THereshone a Comet, and it was full West.My thought presagèd what it did portend:I found it threatened, to my heart unrest;And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.I further sought, and found it was a Sun;Which day, nor night, did never use to set.It constant stood, when heavens did restless run;And did their virtues and their forces let.The World did muse, and wonder what it meant:A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.At length I found it was myLicia's eyes.Now, never after, soul shall live in dark.That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.
IFhe be dead in whom no heart remains,Or lifeless be in whom no life is found;If he do pine, that never comfort gains;And be distressed that hath his deadly wound:Then must I die, whose heart elsewhere is clad;And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed:Then must I pine, that never comfort had;And be distressed, whose wound with tears doth bleed.Which if I do, why do I not wax cold?Why rest I not like one that wants a heart?Why move I still like him that life doth hold;And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart?LikeNiobeQueen, which, made a stone, did weep:Liciamy heart, dead and alive, doth keep.
IFhe be dead in whom no heart remains,Or lifeless be in whom no life is found;If he do pine, that never comfort gains;And be distressed that hath his deadly wound:Then must I die, whose heart elsewhere is clad;And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed:Then must I pine, that never comfort had;And be distressed, whose wound with tears doth bleed.Which if I do, why do I not wax cold?Why rest I not like one that wants a heart?Why move I still like him that life doth hold;And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart?LikeNiobeQueen, which, made a stone, did weep:Liciamy heart, dead and alive, doth keep.
IFhe be dead in whom no heart remains,Or lifeless be in whom no life is found;If he do pine, that never comfort gains;And be distressed that hath his deadly wound:Then must I die, whose heart elsewhere is clad;And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed:Then must I pine, that never comfort had;And be distressed, whose wound with tears doth bleed.Which if I do, why do I not wax cold?Why rest I not like one that wants a heart?Why move I still like him that life doth hold;And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart?LikeNiobeQueen, which, made a stone, did weep:Liciamy heart, dead and alive, doth keep.
IFhe be dead in whom no heart remains,Or lifeless be in whom no life is found;If he do pine, that never comfort gains;And be distressed that hath his deadly wound:Then must I die, whose heart elsewhere is clad;And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed:Then must I pine, that never comfort had;And be distressed, whose wound with tears doth bleed.Which if I do, why do I not wax cold?Why rest I not like one that wants a heart?Why move I still like him that life doth hold;And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart?LikeNiobeQueen, which, made a stone, did weep:Liciamy heart, dead and alive, doth keep.
IFhe be dead in whom no heart remains,Or lifeless be in whom no life is found;If he do pine, that never comfort gains;And be distressed that hath his deadly wound:Then must I die, whose heart elsewhere is clad;And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed:Then must I pine, that never comfort had;And be distressed, whose wound with tears doth bleed.Which if I do, why do I not wax cold?Why rest I not like one that wants a heart?Why move I still like him that life doth hold;And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart?LikeNiobeQueen, which, made a stone, did weep:Liciamy heart, dead and alive, doth keep.
LIkeMemnon's rock, touched with the rising sun,Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice:But when it's drowned in western seas is dumb;And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise.So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine,A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud;Not rude, like that which finer wits decline;But such as Muses, to the best allowed.But when your figure and your shape is gone;I speechless am, like as I was before:Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan;And blurred with tears, by falling in such store.Then muse not,Licia, if my Muse be slack:For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack.
LIkeMemnon's rock, touched with the rising sun,Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice:But when it's drowned in western seas is dumb;And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise.So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine,A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud;Not rude, like that which finer wits decline;But such as Muses, to the best allowed.But when your figure and your shape is gone;I speechless am, like as I was before:Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan;And blurred with tears, by falling in such store.Then muse not,Licia, if my Muse be slack:For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack.
LIkeMemnon's rock, touched with the rising sun,Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice:But when it's drowned in western seas is dumb;And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise.So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine,A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud;Not rude, like that which finer wits decline;But such as Muses, to the best allowed.But when your figure and your shape is gone;I speechless am, like as I was before:Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan;And blurred with tears, by falling in such store.Then muse not,Licia, if my Muse be slack:For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack.
LIkeMemnon's rock, touched with the rising sun,Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice:But when it's drowned in western seas is dumb;And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise.So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine,A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud;Not rude, like that which finer wits decline;But such as Muses, to the best allowed.But when your figure and your shape is gone;I speechless am, like as I was before:Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan;And blurred with tears, by falling in such store.Then muse not,Licia, if my Muse be slack:For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack.
LIkeMemnon's rock, touched with the rising sun,Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice:But when it's drowned in western seas is dumb;And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise.So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine,A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud;Not rude, like that which finer wits decline;But such as Muses, to the best allowed.But when your figure and your shape is gone;I speechless am, like as I was before:Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan;And blurred with tears, by falling in such store.Then muse not,Licia, if my Muse be slack:For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack.
I saw, sweetLicia, when the Spider ranWithin your house, to weave a worthless web;You present were, and feared her with your fan:So that, amazèd, speedily she fled.She, in your house, such sweet perfumes did smell;And heard the Muses with their notes refined:Thus, filled with envy, could no longer dwell;But straight returned, and at your house repined."Then tell me, Spider, why of late I sawThee lose thy poison, and thy bowels gone?Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe,And made thy forces to be small or none?No, no! Thou didst, by chance, myLiciasee;Who, for her look,Minervaseemed to be."
I saw, sweetLicia, when the Spider ranWithin your house, to weave a worthless web;You present were, and feared her with your fan:So that, amazèd, speedily she fled.She, in your house, such sweet perfumes did smell;And heard the Muses with their notes refined:Thus, filled with envy, could no longer dwell;But straight returned, and at your house repined."Then tell me, Spider, why of late I sawThee lose thy poison, and thy bowels gone?Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe,And made thy forces to be small or none?No, no! Thou didst, by chance, myLiciasee;Who, for her look,Minervaseemed to be."
I saw, sweetLicia, when the Spider ranWithin your house, to weave a worthless web;You present were, and feared her with your fan:So that, amazèd, speedily she fled.She, in your house, such sweet perfumes did smell;And heard the Muses with their notes refined:Thus, filled with envy, could no longer dwell;But straight returned, and at your house repined."Then tell me, Spider, why of late I sawThee lose thy poison, and thy bowels gone?Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe,And made thy forces to be small or none?No, no! Thou didst, by chance, myLiciasee;Who, for her look,Minervaseemed to be."
I saw, sweetLicia, when the Spider ranWithin your house, to weave a worthless web;You present were, and feared her with your fan:So that, amazèd, speedily she fled.She, in your house, such sweet perfumes did smell;And heard the Muses with their notes refined:Thus, filled with envy, could no longer dwell;But straight returned, and at your house repined."Then tell me, Spider, why of late I sawThee lose thy poison, and thy bowels gone?Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe,And made thy forces to be small or none?No, no! Thou didst, by chance, myLiciasee;Who, for her look,Minervaseemed to be."
I saw, sweetLicia, when the Spider ranWithin your house, to weave a worthless web;You present were, and feared her with your fan:So that, amazèd, speedily she fled.She, in your house, such sweet perfumes did smell;And heard the Muses with their notes refined:Thus, filled with envy, could no longer dwell;But straight returned, and at your house repined."Then tell me, Spider, why of late I sawThee lose thy poison, and thy bowels gone?Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe,And made thy forces to be small or none?No, no! Thou didst, by chance, myLiciasee;Who, for her look,Minervaseemed to be."
IFthat I die, fairLicia, with disdain;Or heartless live, surprisèd with thy wrong:The heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,And curse the time so cruel and so long.If you be kind, my Queen, as you are fair;And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive:Then will I sing, and never more despair,And praise your kindness whilst I am alive.Till then I pay the tribute of my tears,To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.Respect, fair Love, how these with sorrow wearThe truest heart; unless it find some ruth.Then grace me, Sweet, and with thy favour raise me;So shall I live, and all the World shall praise thee.
IFthat I die, fairLicia, with disdain;Or heartless live, surprisèd with thy wrong:The heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,And curse the time so cruel and so long.If you be kind, my Queen, as you are fair;And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive:Then will I sing, and never more despair,And praise your kindness whilst I am alive.Till then I pay the tribute of my tears,To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.Respect, fair Love, how these with sorrow wearThe truest heart; unless it find some ruth.Then grace me, Sweet, and with thy favour raise me;So shall I live, and all the World shall praise thee.
IFthat I die, fairLicia, with disdain;Or heartless live, surprisèd with thy wrong:The heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,And curse the time so cruel and so long.If you be kind, my Queen, as you are fair;And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive:Then will I sing, and never more despair,And praise your kindness whilst I am alive.Till then I pay the tribute of my tears,To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.Respect, fair Love, how these with sorrow wearThe truest heart; unless it find some ruth.Then grace me, Sweet, and with thy favour raise me;So shall I live, and all the World shall praise thee.
IFthat I die, fairLicia, with disdain;Or heartless live, surprisèd with thy wrong:The heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,And curse the time so cruel and so long.If you be kind, my Queen, as you are fair;And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive:Then will I sing, and never more despair,And praise your kindness whilst I am alive.Till then I pay the tribute of my tears,To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.Respect, fair Love, how these with sorrow wearThe truest heart; unless it find some ruth.Then grace me, Sweet, and with thy favour raise me;So shall I live, and all the World shall praise thee.
IFthat I die, fairLicia, with disdain;Or heartless live, surprisèd with thy wrong:The heavens and earth shall accent both my pain,And curse the time so cruel and so long.If you be kind, my Queen, as you are fair;And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive:Then will I sing, and never more despair,And praise your kindness whilst I am alive.Till then I pay the tribute of my tears,To move thy mercy and thy constant truth.Respect, fair Love, how these with sorrow wearThe truest heart; unless it find some ruth.Then grace me, Sweet, and with thy favour raise me;So shall I live, and all the World shall praise thee.
A'Liciasigh! and say, Thou art my own.Nay, Be my own! as you full oft have said.So shall your truth unto the world be known:And I, resolved; where now I am afraid.And if my tongue eternize can your praise,Or silly speech increase your worthy fame;If aught I can, to heaven your worth can raise,The Age to come shall wonder at the same.In this respect, your love, sweet Love, I told;My faith and truth I vowed should be for ever.You were the cause, if that I were too bold;Then pardon this my fault, or love me neverBut if you frown, I wish that none believe me:For, slain with sighs, I'll die before I'll grieve thee.
A'Liciasigh! and say, Thou art my own.Nay, Be my own! as you full oft have said.So shall your truth unto the world be known:And I, resolved; where now I am afraid.And if my tongue eternize can your praise,Or silly speech increase your worthy fame;If aught I can, to heaven your worth can raise,The Age to come shall wonder at the same.In this respect, your love, sweet Love, I told;My faith and truth I vowed should be for ever.You were the cause, if that I were too bold;Then pardon this my fault, or love me neverBut if you frown, I wish that none believe me:For, slain with sighs, I'll die before I'll grieve thee.
A'Liciasigh! and say, Thou art my own.Nay, Be my own! as you full oft have said.So shall your truth unto the world be known:And I, resolved; where now I am afraid.And if my tongue eternize can your praise,Or silly speech increase your worthy fame;If aught I can, to heaven your worth can raise,The Age to come shall wonder at the same.In this respect, your love, sweet Love, I told;My faith and truth I vowed should be for ever.You were the cause, if that I were too bold;Then pardon this my fault, or love me neverBut if you frown, I wish that none believe me:For, slain with sighs, I'll die before I'll grieve thee.
A'Liciasigh! and say, Thou art my own.Nay, Be my own! as you full oft have said.So shall your truth unto the world be known:And I, resolved; where now I am afraid.And if my tongue eternize can your praise,Or silly speech increase your worthy fame;If aught I can, to heaven your worth can raise,The Age to come shall wonder at the same.In this respect, your love, sweet Love, I told;My faith and truth I vowed should be for ever.You were the cause, if that I were too bold;Then pardon this my fault, or love me neverBut if you frown, I wish that none believe me:For, slain with sighs, I'll die before I'll grieve thee.
A'Liciasigh! and say, Thou art my own.Nay, Be my own! as you full oft have said.So shall your truth unto the world be known:And I, resolved; where now I am afraid.And if my tongue eternize can your praise,Or silly speech increase your worthy fame;If aught I can, to heaven your worth can raise,The Age to come shall wonder at the same.In this respect, your love, sweet Love, I told;My faith and truth I vowed should be for ever.You were the cause, if that I were too bold;Then pardon this my fault, or love me neverBut if you frown, I wish that none believe me:For, slain with sighs, I'll die before I'll grieve thee.
WHenfirst the Sun, whom all my senses serve,Began to shine upon this earthly round;The heavens for her, all graces did reserve;That,Pandor'-like, with all she might abound.Apolloplaced his brightness in her eyes,His skill presaging, and his music sweet.Marsgave his force. All force she now defies.Venus, her smiles; wherewith sheMarsdid meetPython, a voice.Dianamade her chaste.Ceresgave plenty.Cupidlent his bow;Thetis, her feet. TherePallaswisdom placed.With these, she, Queen-like, kept a World in aweYet all these honours deemèd are but pelf:For she is much more worthy, of herself.
WHenfirst the Sun, whom all my senses serve,Began to shine upon this earthly round;The heavens for her, all graces did reserve;That,Pandor'-like, with all she might abound.Apolloplaced his brightness in her eyes,His skill presaging, and his music sweet.Marsgave his force. All force she now defies.Venus, her smiles; wherewith sheMarsdid meetPython, a voice.Dianamade her chaste.Ceresgave plenty.Cupidlent his bow;Thetis, her feet. TherePallaswisdom placed.With these, she, Queen-like, kept a World in aweYet all these honours deemèd are but pelf:For she is much more worthy, of herself.
WHenfirst the Sun, whom all my senses serve,Began to shine upon this earthly round;The heavens for her, all graces did reserve;That,Pandor'-like, with all she might abound.Apolloplaced his brightness in her eyes,His skill presaging, and his music sweet.Marsgave his force. All force she now defies.Venus, her smiles; wherewith sheMarsdid meetPython, a voice.Dianamade her chaste.Ceresgave plenty.Cupidlent his bow;Thetis, her feet. TherePallaswisdom placed.With these, she, Queen-like, kept a World in aweYet all these honours deemèd are but pelf:For she is much more worthy, of herself.
WHenfirst the Sun, whom all my senses serve,Began to shine upon this earthly round;The heavens for her, all graces did reserve;That,Pandor'-like, with all she might abound.Apolloplaced his brightness in her eyes,His skill presaging, and his music sweet.Marsgave his force. All force she now defies.Venus, her smiles; wherewith sheMarsdid meetPython, a voice.Dianamade her chaste.Ceresgave plenty.Cupidlent his bow;Thetis, her feet. TherePallaswisdom placed.With these, she, Queen-like, kept a World in aweYet all these honours deemèd are but pelf:For she is much more worthy, of herself.
WHenfirst the Sun, whom all my senses serve,Began to shine upon this earthly round;The heavens for her, all graces did reserve;That,Pandor'-like, with all she might abound.Apolloplaced his brightness in her eyes,His skill presaging, and his music sweet.Marsgave his force. All force she now defies.Venus, her smiles; wherewith sheMarsdid meetPython, a voice.Dianamade her chaste.Ceresgave plenty.Cupidlent his bow;Thetis, her feet. TherePallaswisdom placed.With these, she, Queen-like, kept a World in aweYet all these honours deemèd are but pelf:For she is much more worthy, of herself.
O sugaredtalk! wherewith my thoughts do live.O brows! Love's trophy, and my senses' shrine.O charming smiles! that death or life can give.O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.O voice! whose accents live within my heart.O heavenly hand! that more thanAtlasholds.O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.
O sugaredtalk! wherewith my thoughts do live.O brows! Love's trophy, and my senses' shrine.O charming smiles! that death or life can give.O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.O voice! whose accents live within my heart.O heavenly hand! that more thanAtlasholds.O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.
O sugaredtalk! wherewith my thoughts do live.O brows! Love's trophy, and my senses' shrine.O charming smiles! that death or life can give.O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.O voice! whose accents live within my heart.O heavenly hand! that more thanAtlasholds.O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.
O sugaredtalk! wherewith my thoughts do live.O brows! Love's trophy, and my senses' shrine.O charming smiles! that death or life can give.O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.O voice! whose accents live within my heart.O heavenly hand! that more thanAtlasholds.O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.
O sugaredtalk! wherewith my thoughts do live.O brows! Love's trophy, and my senses' shrine.O charming smiles! that death or life can give.O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.O voice! whose accents live within my heart.O heavenly hand! that more thanAtlasholds.O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.