FOOTNOTES:

What had th’eternall Maker need of thee,lviThe world in his continuall course to keepe,That doest all things deface, ne lettest seeThe beautie of his worke? Indeed in sleepeThe slouthfull bodie, that doth loue to steepeHis lustlesse limbes, and drowne his baser mind,Doth praise thee oft, and oft fromStygiandeepeCalles thee, his goddesse in his error blind,And great Dame Natures handmaide, chearing euery kind.But well I wote, that to an heauy hartlviiThou art the root and nurse of bitter cares,Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts:In stead of rest thou lendest rayling teares,In stead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares,And dreadfull visions, in the which aliueThe drearie image of sad death appeares:So from the wearie spirit thou doest driueDesired rest, and men of happinesse depriue.Vnder thy mantle blacke there hidden lye,lviiiLight-shonning theft, and traiterous intent,Abhorred bloudshed, and vile felony,Shamefull deceipt, and daunger imminent;Foule horror, and eke hellish dreriment:All these I wote in thy protection bee,And light doe shonne, for feare of being shent:For light ylike is loth’d of them and thee,And all that lewdnesse loue, doe hate the light to see.For day discouers all dishonest wayes,lixAnd sheweth each thing, as it is indeed:The prayses of high God he faire displayes,And his large bountie rightly doth areed.Dayes dearest children[959]be the blessed seed,Which darknesse shall subdew, and heauen win:Truth is his daughter; he her first did breed,Most sacred virgin, without spot of sin.Our life is day, but death with darknesse doth begin.

What had th’eternall Maker need of thee,lvi

The world in his continuall course to keepe,

That doest all things deface, ne lettest see

The beautie of his worke? Indeed in sleepe

The slouthfull bodie, that doth loue to steepe

His lustlesse limbes, and drowne his baser mind,

Doth praise thee oft, and oft fromStygiandeepe

Calles thee, his goddesse in his error blind,

And great Dame Natures handmaide, chearing euery kind.

But well I wote, that to an heauy hartlviiThou art the root and nurse of bitter cares,Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts:In stead of rest thou lendest rayling teares,In stead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares,And dreadfull visions, in the which aliueThe drearie image of sad death appeares:So from the wearie spirit thou doest driueDesired rest, and men of happinesse depriue.

But well I wote, that to an heauy hartlvii

Thou art the root and nurse of bitter cares,

Breeder of new, renewer of old smarts:

In stead of rest thou lendest rayling teares,

In stead of sleepe thou sendest troublous feares,

And dreadfull visions, in the which aliue

The drearie image of sad death appeares:

So from the wearie spirit thou doest driue

Desired rest, and men of happinesse depriue.

Vnder thy mantle blacke there hidden lye,lviiiLight-shonning theft, and traiterous intent,Abhorred bloudshed, and vile felony,Shamefull deceipt, and daunger imminent;Foule horror, and eke hellish dreriment:All these I wote in thy protection bee,And light doe shonne, for feare of being shent:For light ylike is loth’d of them and thee,And all that lewdnesse loue, doe hate the light to see.

Vnder thy mantle blacke there hidden lye,lviii

Light-shonning theft, and traiterous intent,

Abhorred bloudshed, and vile felony,

Shamefull deceipt, and daunger imminent;

Foule horror, and eke hellish dreriment:

All these I wote in thy protection bee,

And light doe shonne, for feare of being shent:

For light ylike is loth’d of them and thee,

And all that lewdnesse loue, doe hate the light to see.

For day discouers all dishonest wayes,lixAnd sheweth each thing, as it is indeed:The prayses of high God he faire displayes,And his large bountie rightly doth areed.Dayes dearest children[959]be the blessed seed,Which darknesse shall subdew, and heauen win:Truth is his daughter; he her first did breed,Most sacred virgin, without spot of sin.Our life is day, but death with darknesse doth begin.

For day discouers all dishonest wayes,lix

And sheweth each thing, as it is indeed:

The prayses of high God he faire displayes,

And his large bountie rightly doth areed.

Dayes dearest children[959]be the blessed seed,

Which darknesse shall subdew, and heauen win:

Truth is his daughter; he her first did breed,

Most sacred virgin, without spot of sin.

Our life is day, but death with darknesse doth begin.

O when will day then turne to me againe,lxAnd bring with him his long expected light?OTitan, haste to reare thy ioyous waine:Speed thee to spred abroad thy beames bright,[960]And chase away this too long lingring night,Chase her away, from whence she came, to hell.She, she it is, that hath me done despight:There let her with the damned spirits dwell,And yeeld her roome to day, that can it gouerne well.Thus did the Prince that wearie night outweare,lxiIn restlesse anguish and vnquiet paine:And earely, ere the morrow did vpreareHis deawy head out of theOceanmaine,He vp arose, as halfe in great disdaine,And clombe vnto his steed. So forth he went,With heauie looke and lumpish pace, that plaineIn him bewraid great grudge and maltalent:His steed eke seem’d t’apply his steps to his intent.

O when will day then turne to me againe,lx

And bring with him his long expected light?

OTitan, haste to reare thy ioyous waine:

Speed thee to spred abroad thy beames bright,[960]

And chase away this too long lingring night,

Chase her away, from whence she came, to hell.

She, she it is, that hath me done despight:

There let her with the damned spirits dwell,

And yeeld her roome to day, that can it gouerne well.

Thus did the Prince that wearie night outweare,lxiIn restlesse anguish and vnquiet paine:And earely, ere the morrow did vpreareHis deawy head out of theOceanmaine,He vp arose, as halfe in great disdaine,And clombe vnto his steed. So forth he went,With heauie looke and lumpish pace, that plaineIn him bewraid great grudge and maltalent:His steed eke seem’d t’apply his steps to his intent.

Thus did the Prince that wearie night outweare,lxi

In restlesse anguish and vnquiet paine:

And earely, ere the morrow did vpreare

His deawy head out of theOceanmaine,

He vp arose, as halfe in great disdaine,

And clombe vnto his steed. So forth he went,

With heauie looke and lumpish pace, that plaine

In him bewraid great grudge and maltalent:

His steed eke seem’d t’apply his steps to his intent.

FOOTNOTES:[934]ii 5Panthesilee1596,1609[935]v 8 she] he1590[936]vi 9 her] had1609[937]vii 8 deuoring1596[938]viii 4 Why] Who1609[939]9 these] thy1590[940]xiii 9 didom. 1596[941]powre,1596[942]xv 6 speares1590,1596[943]xix 3Cymocnt1590[944]xxiv 2 scathe1609[945]xxvii 6 fleshy1590[946]xxix 9 shade.1590,1596[947]xxx 4 gameson1590,1596: gamesome1609[948]6 swownd1590[949]xxxi 5 pensife1590[950]xxxiii 4 raynes] traines1596,1609[951]xxxix 5 bid1609[952]9 sith we no more shall meet] till we againe may meet1590[953]xlii 1 vp him] him vp1609[954]xliii 4 vaulted1609[955]xlvi 5 hunters1609[956]xlvii 7 repent1609[957]xlix 8 fore-hent1609[958]li 2 sildome1609[959]lix 5 Dayes dearest children] The children of day1590

[934]ii 5Panthesilee1596,1609

[935]v 8 she] he1590

[936]vi 9 her] had1609

[937]vii 8 deuoring1596

[938]viii 4 Why] Who1609

[939]9 these] thy1590

[940]xiii 9 didom. 1596

[941]powre,1596

[942]xv 6 speares1590,1596

[943]xix 3Cymocnt1590

[944]xxiv 2 scathe1609

[945]xxvii 6 fleshy1590

[946]xxix 9 shade.1590,1596

[947]xxx 4 gameson1590,1596: gamesome1609

[948]6 swownd1590

[949]xxxi 5 pensife1590

[950]xxxiii 4 raynes] traines1596,1609

[951]xxxix 5 bid1609

[952]9 sith we no more shall meet] till we againe may meet1590

[953]xlii 1 vp him] him vp1609

[954]xliii 4 vaulted1609

[955]xlvi 5 hunters1609

[956]xlvii 7 repent1609

[957]xlix 8 fore-hent1609

[958]li 2 sildome1609

[959]lix 5 Dayes dearest children] The children of day1590

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