As captured February 8, 2025

2 files changed, 5726 insertions, 5726 deletions

diff --git a/56375-0.txt b/56375-0.txt
index dd9ff06..d80ac0e 100644
--- a/56375-0.txt
+++ b/56375-0.txt
@@ -1,2629 +1,2629 @@
-The Project Gutenberg eBook of Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella, by Philip Sidney

-

-This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and

-most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions

-whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms

-of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at

-www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you

-will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before

-using this eBook.

-

-Title: Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella

-

-Author: Philip Sidney

-

-Release Date: January 14, 2018 [eBook #56375]

-[Most recently updated: March 12, 2023]

-

-Language: English

-

-Produced by: Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team

-

-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***

-

-

-

-

-Transcriber’s Note: Variable spelling and hyphenation have been retained

-from the original printing. Some minor errors in punctuation and

-capitalisation have been corrected, and some changes to the text are

-listed at the end.

-

-

-

-

-                              SIR P. S. HIS

-                              ASTROPHEL AND

-                                _STELLA_.

-

-                    Wherein the excellence of sweete

-                          Poesie is concluded.

-

-                             [Illustration]

-

-                               At London,

-                       Printed for Thomas Newman.

-                          _Anno Domini._ 1591.

-

-

-

-

-[Illustration]

-

-SIR P. S. HIS ASTROPHEL AND _STELLA_.

-

-

-    Loving in trueth, and fayne my love in verse to show,

-  That the deere _Shee_, might take some pleasure of my paine:

-  Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,

-  Knowledge might pittie winne, and pittie grace obtaine.

-    I sought fit wordes to paint the blackest face of woe,

-  Studying inventions fine, her wittes to entertaine,

-  Oft turning others leaves, to see if thence would flowe,

-  Some fresh and fruitfull showre, upon my Sunne-burnt braine.

-    But wordes came halting out, wanting inventions stay,

-  Invention Natures childe, fledde Stepdame studies blowes:

-  And others feete, still seem’de but strangers in my way,

-  Thus great with Childe to speake, and helplesse in my throwes,

-      Byting my trewand penne, beating my selfe for spite:

-      Foole saide my Muse to mee, looke in thy heart and write.

-

-    Not at first sight, nor with a dribbing shot,

-  Love gave the wound, which while I breath will bleede:

-  But knowne, worth did in mine of time proceede,

-  Till by degrees it had full conquest got.

-    I sawe and lik’d, I lik’d but loved not,

-  I lov’d, but did not straight what Love decreede:

-  At length to Loves decrees, I forst agreede:

-  Yet with repining at so partiall lot.

-    Now even that foot-steppe of lost libertie

-  Is gone, and now like slave borne Muscovite:

-  I call it praise to suffer tyrannie,

-  And now imploy the remnant of my wit

-      To make my selfe believe that all is well,

-      While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.

-

-    Let Daintie wittes cry on the Sisters nine,

-  That bravely maskt, their fancies may be tolde:

-  Or Pinders Apes flaunt they in phrases fine,

-  Enamling with pyde flowers their thoughts of gold:

-    Or els let them in statelyee glorie shine,

-  Ennobling new found tropes with problemes old:

-  Or with strange similes, inricht each line,

-  Of hearbes or beasts, which _Inde_ or _Affricke_ hold.

-      For me in sooth, no Muse but one I know,

-      Phrases and Problemes from my reach do growe.

-  And straunge things cost too deere for my poor sprites,

-      How then? even thus in _Stellas_ face I reede,

-      What love and beautie be, then all my deede

-  But coppying is, what in her nature writes.

-

-    Vertue (alas) now let me take some rest,

-  Thou set’st a bate betweene my will and wit;

-  If vaine love have my simple soule opprest,

-  Leave what thou lik’st not, deale not thou with it.

-    Thy Scepter use in some olde _Catoes_ brest,

-  Churches or Schooles are for thy seat more fit:

-  I doe confes, (pardon a fault confest,)

-  My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit.

-      But if that needes, thou wilt usurping bee

-      The little reason that is left in mee.

-  And still th’ effect of thy perswasions proove,

-      I sweare, my heart such one shall shew to thee,

-      That shrines in flesh so true a deitie,

-  That Vertue, thou thy selfe shalt be in love.

-

-    It is most true, that eyes are found to serve

-  The inward light: and that the heavenly part

-  Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerve,

-  Rebels to nature, strive for their owne smart.

-    It is most true, what wee call _Cupids_ dart,

-  An Image is, which for ourselves we carve:

-  And fooles adore, in Temple of our hart,

-  Till that good God make church and Church-men starve.

-    True that true beautie vertue is in deede,

-  Whereof this beautie can but be a shade:

-  Which Elements with mortall mixture breede,

-  True that on earth we are but Pilgrimes made,

-        And should in soule, up to our Country move:

-        True and most true, that I must _Stella_ love.

-

-  Some Lovers speake, when they their Muses entertaine

-  Of hopes begot, by feare, of wot not what desires,

-  Of force of heavenly beames, infusing hellish paine;

-  Of lyving deathes, deere woundes, faire Stormes, and friesing fyres.

-    Some one his songs in _Jove_ and _Joves_ straunge tales attyres,

-  Bordered with Bulles and Swannes, poudered with golden raine:

-  Another humbler witte to shepheards pipe retyres,

-  Yet hiding royall blood, full oft in Rurall vaine.

-        To some a sweetest plaint a sweetest stile affordes,

-        Whiles teares poure out his inke, and sighes breathe

-  His paper pale despaire, and paine his penne doth move.

-        I can speake what I feele, and feele as much as they,

-        But thinke that all the mappe of my state I display,

-  When trembling voice brings foorth, that I do _Stella_ love.

-

-  When nature made her chiefe worke, _Stella’s_ eyes,

-  In collour blacke, why wrapt she beames so bright?

-  Would she in beamy blacke like Painter wise,

-  Frame daintiest lustre mixte of shades of light?

-    Or did she els that sober hewe devise,

-  In object best, to strength and knitt our sighte

-  Least if no vaile these brave gleames did disguise,

-  They Sun-like should more dazell than delight.

-    Or would she her miraculous power shewe,

-  That whereas blacke seemes Beauties contrarie,

-  Shee even in blacke doth make all Beauties flower

-  Both so and thus; she minding Love should bee

-        Plaste ever there, gave him this mourning weede:

-        To honour all their deathes, which for her bleede.

-

-  Love borne in _Greece_, of late fled from his native place,

-  Forst by a tedious proofe, that Turkish hardned hart

-  Were no fit marke, to pearce with his fine pointed dart:

-  And pleasd with our lost peace, staide here his fleeting race.

-  But finding these North climes, too coldlie him imbrace,

-        Not usde to frosen clippes, he strave to finde some part

-        Where with most ease and warmth, he might imploy his art.

-  At length he preach’d himselfe in _Stellas_ joyfull face,

-  Whose faire skinne, beamie eyes, like morning Sunne on snow:

-  Deceiv’d the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light,

-  Effects of livelie heate must needes in nature growe.

-  But shee most faire, most colde; made him thence take his flight

-        To my close hart; where while some fire brands he did lay,

-        He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fly away.

-

-  Queene Vertues Court, which some call _Stellas_ face,

-  Prepar’d by Natures cheefest furniture:

-  Hath his front built of Alabaster pure.

-  Gold is the covering of that statelie place.

-  The doore, by which sometimes comes forth her grace

-        Red Porphire is, which locke of Pearle makes sure:

-        Whose Porches rich, with name of chekes indure,

-  Marble mixt red and white, doe enterlace.

-  The Windowes now, through which this heavenly guest

-  Lookes ore the world, and can finde nothing such,

-  Which dare claime from those lights the name of best,

-  Of touch they are, that without touch doe touch,

-        Which Cupids selfe, from beauties mine did drawe:

-        Of touch they are, and poore I am their strawe.

-

-  Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still

-  Would’st brabling be, with sence and love in me:

-  I rather with thee climbe the Muses hill,

-  Or reach the fruite of Natures chiefest tree:

-    Or seeke heavens course, or heavens inside to see:

-  Why should’st thou toyle, our thornie soyle to till?

-  Leave sence and those that sences objects be,

-  Deale thou with powers, of thoughts leave love to will.

-    But thou wouldst needes fight both with Love and sence,

-  With sworde of witte, giving woundes of dispraise:

-  Till down-right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence,

-  So soone as they strake thee with _Stellas_ rayes.

-        Reason, thou knewest, and offered straight to prove;

-        By reason good, good reason her to love.

-

-  In truth oh Love: with what a boyish kinde

-  Thou doost proceede, in thy most serious waies;

-  That when the heaven to thee his best displaies,

-  Yet of that best thou leav’st the best behinde.

-  That like a Childe that some faire booke doth finde

-        With gilden leaves of colloured Velom, playes

-        Or at the most on some faire picture stares,

-  But never heedes the fruite of Writers minde.

-  So when thou sawest in Natures cabinet,

-  _Stella_, thou straight lokest babies in her eyes:

-  In her chekes pit, thou didst thy pitfall set,

-  And in her brest bo-peepe or touching lyes,

-        Playing and shining in each outward part:

-        But foole seekst not to get into her hart.

-

-  _Cupid_ because thou shin’st in _Stellas_ eyes,

-  That from her lookes thy day-nets now scapes free:

-  That those lips swelde so full of thee they be.

-  That her sweet breath makes all thy flames t’arise,

-  That in her brest thy pap well sugred lyes,

-    That her grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that shee,

-    What word so ere shee speakes, perswades for thee:

-  That her cleere voice, lifts thy fame to the skyes.

-    Thou countest _Stella_ thine, like those whose powres

-  Having got up a breach; (by fighting well)

-  Cry victorie, this faire day all is ours:

-  Oh no, her heart is such a Cytadell.

-        So fortified with wit, stor’d with disdaine:

-        That to winne it, is all the skill and paine.

-

-  _Phœbus_ was Judge, betweene _Jove_, _Mars,_ & love,

-  Of those three Gods whose armes the fairest were:

-  _Joves_ golden shield, did Eagle Sables beare:

-  Whose talents held young _Ganimede_ above.

-    But in verde fielde, _Mars_ bare a golden Speare,

-        Which through a bleeding heart, his point did shove:

-        Each had his Crest, _Mars_ carried _Venus_ glove.

-  _Jove_ on his Helme the Thunderbolt did reare.

-  _Cupid_ then smiles, for on his crest there lyes

-        _Stellas_ faire haire, her face he makes his shielde:

-        Where Roses gueules, are borne in silver fielde.

-  _Phœbus_ drewe wide the Curtaine of the skyes

-        To blase the last, and swore devoutly then:

-        The first thus macht, were scarcely Gentlemen.

-

-  Alas, have I not paine enough my friend,

-  Uppon whose breast, a fiercer gripe doth tyre,

-  Than did on him, who first stole downe the fyre;

-    While Love on me, doth all his quiver spend,

-    But with your rubarbe wordes you must contend,

-  To greeve me worse in saying, that desier

-  Doth plunge my well form’d soule, even in the mier

-    Of sinfull thoughtes, which doe in ruine ende.

-    If that be sinne which doth the manners frame,

-  Well stayed with trueth, in worde and faith of deede,

-  Readie of wit, and fearing nought but shame;

-  If it be sin which in fixt hart dooth breede,

-    A loathing of all lose unchastitie;

-    Then love is sin, and let me sinfull bee.

-

-  You that do search for every purling spring,

-  Which from the rybs of old _Parnassus_ flowes,

-  And every flower (not sweete perhaps) which growes

-  Neere there about, into your Poesie wring.

-  Ye that do Dictionaries method bring

-    Into your rymes, running in ratling rowes,

-    You that poore _Petrarchs_ long deceased woes

-  With new borne sighes, & devised wit do sing;

-  You take wrong wayes, those far-fet helps be such,

-  As doe bewray a want of inward tutch,

-  And sure at length stolne goods doe come to light.

-  But if both for your love and skill you name,

-  You seeke to nurse at fullest brest of Fame,

-  _Stella_ behold and then begin t’endite.

-

-  In nature apt to like, when I did see

-  Beauties which were of many Carrects fine,

-  My boyling spirits did thether soone encline,

-  And Love I thought that I was full of thee;

-  But finding not those restles flames in mee

-    Which others said did make their soules to pyne,

-    I thought those babes of some pins hurt did whine:

-  By my love judging what loves paines might be.

-  But while I thus with this young Lyon plaid,

-  Myne eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld

-  _Stella_: now shee is nam’de, neede more be sayd?

-  In her sight I a lesson new have speld.

-    I now have learnd love right, and learnd even so,

-    As who by being poysond doth poyson know.

-

-  His mother deere _Cupid_ offended late,

-  Because that _Mars_ grew slacker in her love,

-  With pricking shot he did not throughly move

-  To keepe the pace of their first loving state:

-  The boy refusde, for feare of _Marses_ hate;

-    Who threatned stripes, if he his wrath did prove:

-    But she in chafe him from her lap did shove,

-  Brake bowe, brake shafts, where _Cupid_ weeping sate,

-  Till that his Grandam Nature pittying it,

-  Of _Stellas_ browes made him two better bowes:

-  And in her eyes of arrowes infinit.

-  O how for joye he leapes, ô how he crowes;

-    And straight therewith, like wagges new got to play:

-    Falls to shrewde turnes, and I was in his way.

-

-  With what strange checkes I in my selfe am shent,

-  When into Reasons Audit I doe goe:

-  And by just counts my selfe a Bankerowt know

-  Of all those goods which heaven to me hath lent,

-  Unable quite, to pay even Natures rent,

-    Which unto it by birth-right I doe owe:

-    And which is worse, no good excuse can showe,

-  But that my wealth I have most idely spent,

-  My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toyes,

-  My wit doth strive, those passions to defende

-  Which for reward, spoyle it with vaine annoyes;

-  I see my course, to lose my selfe doth bende.

-    I see and yet no greater sorrowe take

-    Than that I looke no more for _Stellas_ sake.

-

-  On _Cupids_ bowe, how are my hart strings bent?

-  That see my wracke, and yet imbrace the same:

-  When most I glorie, then I feele most shame;

-  I willing run, yet while I runne repent;

-  My best wittes still their owne disgrace invent,

-    My verie ynke, turnes straight to _Stella’s_ name:

-    And yet my words (as them my penne doth frame)

-  Against themselves that they are vainely spent.

-  For though she passe all things, yet what is all

-  That unto me, who fare like him that both

-  Lookes to the skyes and in a ditch doth fall,

-  O let me prop my mind yet in his grouth

-    And not in nature, for best fruits unfit;

-    Scholler saith Love bend hitherward your wit.

-

-  Fly, flye my friends, I have my deathes wound, flye;

-  See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,

-  Who like a thiefe hid in a bush doth lye,

-  Tyll blooddy bullet get him wrongfull pray.

-  So, tyrant he no fitter place could spy,

-  Nor so farre levell in so secrete stay:

-  As that sweete blacke which veiles thy heavenly eye.

-  There himselfe with his shot he close doth laye.

-  Poore passenger, passe now thereby I did,

-    And staid pleasd with prospect of the place,

-  While that black hue from me the bad guest hid,

-  But straight I saw motions of lightnings grace,

-    And there descried the glisterings of his dart:

-    But ere I could flie thence, it pearst my hart.

-

-  Your words my freend right helthfull caustickes blame.

-  My young minde marde whom Love doth windlase so:

-  That my owne writings like bad servants showe

-  My wits, quick in vaine thoughts, in vertue lame;

-  That _Plato_ I reade for nought, but if he tame

-  Such coltish giers; that to my birth I owe

-  Nobler desires: lest els that friendly foe

-  Great expectation were a traine of shame.

-    For since mad _March_ great promise made to mee,

-    If now the _May_ of my yeeres much decline,

-  What can be hop’d my harvest time will be,

-  Sure you say well, your wisedomes golden myne

-    Digs deepe with learnings spade: now tell me this,

-    Hath this world ought so faire as _Stella_ is?

-

-  In highest way of heaven the Sunne did ride,

-  Progressing then from fayre Twynns golden place,

-  Having no maske of Clowdes before his face,

-  But shining forth of heat in his chiefe pride,

-  When some faire Ladies by hard promise tyde,

-    On horsebacke met him in his furious race,

-    Yet each prepar’de with Fannes well shading grace,

-  From that foes wounds their tender skinnes to hide.

-  _Stella_ alone, with face unarmed marcht,

-  Either to doe like him, which open shone:

-  Or carelesse of the welth, because her owne.

-  Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parcht,

-    Her dainties bare went free; the cause was this,

-    The Sunne which others burnt, did her but kisse.

-

-  The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenes

-  Bewray it selfe in my long setled eyes:

-  Whence those same fumes of mellancholie rise,

-  With idle paines and missing ayme do gesse;

-  Some that know how, my spring I did adresse,

-    Deem’d that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes:

-    Others, because the Prince my service tryes,

-  Thinke that I thinke, State errors to redresse;

-  But harder Judges, judge ambitious rage,

-  (Scourge of it selfe, still clyming slippery place)

-  Holds my young braine captiv’d in golden cage.

-  O fooles, or over-wise, alas the case;

-    Of all my thoughts have neither stop nor start,

-    But onely _Stellas_ eyes, and _Stellas_ hart.

-

-  Rich fooles there there be, whose base and filthie hart,

-  Lyes hatching still the goods wherein they flow:

-  And damning their owne selves to _Tantal’s_ smart,

-  Welth breeding want, more rich, more wretched grow.

-  Yet to those fooles, heaven doth such wit impart,

-  As what their hands doe hold, their heads doe know.

-  And knowing love, and loving lay apart,

-  As scattered things, farre from all dangers show.

-    But that rich foole, who by blind Fortunes lot,

-  The richest gem of love and life enjoyes,

-  And can with foule abuse such beauties blot:

-  Let him deprived of sweet, but unfelt joyes

-    Exilde for aye, from those high treasures which

-    He knowes not grow, in onely follie rich.

-

-  The wisest scholler of the wight most wise,

-  By _Phœbus_ doome, with sugred sentence sayes:

-  That vertue if it once meete with our eyes,

-  Strange flames of love it in our soules would rayse.

-    But for that man with paine this truth discries,

-  While he each thing in sences ballance wayes,

-  And so, nor will nor can behold those skyes,

-  Which inward Summe to heroicke mindes displaies.

-    Vertue of late with vertuous care to stir

-  Love of himselfe, takes _Stellas_ shape, that hee

-  To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her.

-  It is most true, for since I her did see,

-    Vertues great beautie in her face I prove,

-    And finde th’ effect, for I doe burne in love.

-

-  Though duskie wits dare scorne Astrologie,

-  And fooles can thinke those lampes of purest light,

-  Whose number, waies, greatnes, eternitie,

-  Promising wondrous wonders to invite,

-    To have for no cause birth-right in the skyes.

-  But for to spangle the blacke weedes of Night,

-  Or for some Braule which in that Chamber hie,

-  They should still daunce to please a gazers sight.

-  For mee I doe Nature unydle know,

-  And know great causes, great effects procure,

-  And know those bodies high, raigne on the low.

-  And if these rules did fayle, proofe makes me sure,

-    Who oft foresee my after following case,

-    By onely those two starres in _Stella’s_ face.

-

-  Because I oft in darke abstracted guise,

-  Seeme most alone in greatest company,

-  With dearth of words, and aunswers quite awry,

-  To them that would make speech of speech arise;

-  They deeme, and of their doome the rumor flies,

-    That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lie

-    So in my swelling brest, that onely I

-  Faune on my selfe, all others doe dispise:

-  Yet pride (I thinke) doth not my soule possesse,

-  (Which lookes too oft in this unflattering glasse)

-  But one worse fault, ambition I confesse,

-  That makes me oft my best freends over-passe,

-    Unseene unheard, while thought to highest place

-    Bends all his powers, even unto _Stellas_ grace.

-

-  You that with allegories curious frame

-  Of others children changelings use to make,

-  With mee those paines for good now doe not take,

-  I list not dig so deepe for brasen fame.

-  When I see _Stella_, I doe meane the same

-    Princesse of beautie, for whose onely sake,

-    The raynes of love I love, though never slake;

-  And joy therein, though Nations count it shame:

-  I begge no subject to use eloquence,

-  Nor in hid waies to guide Philosophie,

-  Looke at my hands for no such quintessence,

-  But know that I in pure simplicitie,

-    Breath out the flames which burn within my hart,

-    Love only leading me into this arte.

-

-  Like some weake Lords Neighbord by mightie kings,

-  To keepe themselves and their chiefe Cities free,

-  Doe easily yeelde, that all their coast may be

-  Readie to serve their Campe of needfull things:

-  So _Stellas_ hart finding what power Love brings,

-    To keepe it selfe in life and libertie,

-    Doth willing graunt that in the Frontire he

-  Use all to help his other conquerings.

-  And thus her hart escapes, but thus her eyes

-  Serve him with shot, her lips his Heralds are,

-  Her brests his Tents, legges his tryumphall Chare,

-  Herselfe his foode, her skin his Armour brave.

-    And I but for because my prospect lyes:

-    Upon that coast, am given up for slave.

-

-  Whether the Turkish new Moone minded be,

-  To fill her hornes this yeere on Christian coast,

-  How Polands King mindes without leave of hoast,

-  To warme with ill made fire cold _Muscovie_,

-  If French can yet three parts in one agree,

-  What now the Dutch in their full diets boast,

-  How Holland harts, now so good Townes are lost,

-  Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree.

-  How Ulster likes of the same goldenbitt,

-  Wherewith my Father made it once halfe tame,

-  If in the Scottish Court be weltering yet;

-  These questions busie wits to me do frame,

-    I combered with good manners, aunswere doe,

-    But know not how, for still I thinke on _you_.

-

-  With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim’st the skyes,

-  How silently, and with how meane a face,

-  What may it be, that even in heavenly place,

-  That busie Archer his sharpe Arrowes tryes?

-  Sure if that long with love acquainted eyes

-    Can judge of love, thou feelst of Lovers case,

-    I reade within thy lookes thy languisht grace.

-  To mee that feele the like, my state discries.

-  Then even of fellowship ô Moone tell me,

-  Is constant love deemde there but want of wit?

-  Are beauties there, as proude as here there be?

-  Doe they above, love to be lov’d, and yet

-    Those Lovers scorne, whom that love doth possesse?

-    Doe they call vertue there ungratefulnesse?

-

-  _Morpheus_ the lively sonne of deadlie Sleepe,

-  Witnes of life to them that living die:

-  A Prophet oft, and oft an Historie,

-  A Poet eake as humors flye and creepe:

-  Since thou in me so sure a power doost keepe,

-    That never I with clos’d up fence doe lye,

-    But by thy worke, my _Stella_ I discry,

-  Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe,

-  Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell,

-  Whence hast thou Ivorie, Rubies, Pearle, and Golde,

-  To shew _her_ skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?

-  (Foole aunswers he) no _Indes_ such treasures hold,

-    But from thy hart, while my Sire charmeth thee,

-    Sweet _Stellas_ Image I do steale to mee.

-

-  I might, unhappy word, (woe me) I might,

-  And then would not, nor could not see my blisse:

-  Till now, wrapt in a most infernall Night,

-  I finde, how heavenly day (wretch) did I misse;

-  Hart rent thy selfe, thou doost thy selfe but right.

-    No lovely _Paris_ made thy _Helen_ his,

-    No force, no fraude, robd thee of thy delight,

-  Nor fortune of thy fortune Author is;

-  But to my selfe, my selfe did give the blow,

-  While too much wit forsooth so trubled me,

-  That I respects for both our sakes must show,

-  And yet could not by rysing morne fore-see,

-    How faire a day was neere, (ô punisht eyes)

-    That I had beene more foolish, or more wise.

-

-  Come let me write, and to what end? to ease

-  A burthened hart, (how can words ease, which are

-  The glasses of thy daily vexing care?)

-  Oft cruell fights well pictured forth doe please,

-  Art not asham’d to publish thy disease?

-    Nay, that may breede my fame, it is so rare,

-    But will not wise men thinke thy words fonde ware?

-  Then be they close, and they shall none displease,

-  What idler thing than speake and not be heard?

-  What harder thing than smart and not to speake?

-  Peace foolish wit, with wit my wit is marde;

-  Thus write I while I doubt to write, and wreake

-    My harmes in ynkes poore losse, perhaps some finde

-    _Stellas_ great power, that so confus’d my minde.

-

-  What may words say? or what may words not say,

-  Where truth it selfe must speake like flattery?

-  Within what bounds can one his lyking stay,

-  Where Nature doth with infinite agree?

-    What _Nestors_ counsell can my flames allay,

-  Since Reasons selfe doth blow the coles to me?

-  And ah, what hope that hope should once see day,

-  Where _Cupid_ is sworne page to Chastitie;

-  Honour is honoured that thou dost possesse

-  Him as thy slave, and now long needie Fame

-  Doth even grow rich, meaning my _Stellas_ name;

-  Wit learnes in _thee_ perfection to expresse,

-    Not _thou_ by praise, but praise in _thee_ is raised,

-    It is a praise, to praise where _thou_ art praised.

-

-  _Stella_, whence doth these newe assaults arise,

-  A conquerd, yeelding, ransackt hart to win?

-  Whereto long since, through my long battred eyes,

-  Whole Armies of _thy_ beauties entred in,

-    And there long since, Love thy Lieuetenant lyes,

-  My forces raz’d, thy banners rais’d within

-  Of conquest, what do these effects suffise,

-  But wilt new warre uppon thine owne begin,

-  With so sweet voyce, and by sweet nature so,

-  In sweetest strength, so sweetly skild withall,

-  In all sweet stratagems sweet Art can shew:

-  That not my soule which at thy foot did fall

-    Long since forst by thy beames; but stone nor tree

-    By sences priviledge can scape from thee.

-

-  This night while sleepe begins, with heavie wings

-  To close mine eyes, and the unbitted thought

-  Doth fall to stray, and my chiefe powers are brought

-  To leave the scepter of all subject things,

-  The first that straight my fancies errour brings

-    Unto my minde, is _Stellas_ Image, wrought

-    By Loves owne selfe, but with so curious draught,

-  That she me thinkes not onely shines but sings:

-  I start, looke, harke, but what inclos’d up sence

-  Was helde in open sence it flyes away,

-  Leaving me nought but wayling eloquence.

-  I seeing Better sights in sighes decay,

-    Conclude a new, and woed Sleepe againe,

-    But him her hoast that unkind guest had slaine.

-

-  Come Sleepe, ô Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,

-  The bathing place of wits, the balme of woe,

-  The poore mans wealth, the prysoners release,

-  The indifferent judge betweene the high and lowe,

-  With shield of proofe, shield me from out the presse

-    Of these fierce darts, Dispaire at me doth throw;

-    O make in me those civill warres to cease:

-  I will good trybute pay if thou do so.

-  Take thou of me smooth pillowes, sweetest bed;

-  A chamber deafe of noyse, and blinde of light,

-  A rosie garland, and a wearie head.

-  And if these things (as being thine in right)

-    Move not thy heavie grace, thou shalt in mee

-    Livelier than els where _Stellas_ Image see.

-

-  As good to write, as for to lie and groane,

-  O _Stella_ deere, how much _thy_ power hath wrought,

-  That hast my minde now of the basest brought,

-  My still kept course while others sleepe to moane;

-  Alas if from the height of Vertues throane,

-    Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought,

-    Upon a wretch which long _thy_ grace hath sought,

-  Way then how I by thee am overthrowne;

-  And then thinke thus, although _thy_ beautie be

-  Made manifest, by such a victorie,

-  Yet noblest Conquerers doe wreake avoide;

-    Since then _thou_ hast so farre subdued me,

-    That in my hart I offer still to _thee_,

-  O doe not let thy Temple be destroide.

-

-  Having this days, my horse, my hand, my Launce

-  Guided so well, that I obtaind the prize,

-  Both by the judgment of the English eyes,

-  And of some sent from that sweet enmie Fraunce,

-  Horsmen my skill in horsmanship advaunce,

-    Towne folke my strength: a daintier Judge applies

-    His praise to flight, which from good use doth rise:

-  Some luckie wits, impute it but to chaunce:

-  Others, because from both sides I doe take

-  My blood, from them that doe excell in this,

-  Thinke Nature me a man at Armes did make.

-  How farre they shoot awry; the true cause is,

-    _Stella_ lookt on, and from her heavenly face,

-    Sent forth the beames, which made so faire a race.

-

-  O Eyes which doe the Spheres of beautie move,

-  Whose beames all joyes, whose joyes all vertues be:

-  Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,

-  The Schooles where _Venus_ hath learnd Chastitie;

-    O eyes, where humble lookes most glorious prove,

-    Onely loved tyrants just in crueltie.

-  Doe not, doe not, from poore me, once remove,

-  Keepe still my Zenith, ever shine on me;

-  For though I never see them, but straight waies

-  My life forgets to nourish languisht sprights:

-  Yet still on me (ô eyes) dart downe your rayes;

-  And if from Majestie of sacred Lights

-    Oppressing mortall sence, my death proceede:

-    Wreckes tryumphs best, which Love hie set doth breed.

-

-  Faire eyes, sweet lips, deere hart, that foolish I

-  Could hope by _Cupids_ helpe, on you to pray:

-  Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply,

-  As his maine force, chiefe sport, and easefull stay.

-    For when he will see who dare him gainsay,

-    Then with those eyes he lookes, loe by and by,

-  Each soule doth at Loves feete his weapons lay,

-  Glad if for _her_ he give them leave to die.

-  When he will play, then in _her_ lips he is,

-  Where blushing red, that Loves selfe them do love,

-  With either lip he doth the other kisse

-  But when he will for quiets sake remove

-    From all the world, _her_ hart is then his roome:

-    Where well he knowes, no man to him can come.

-

-  My words I know doe well set forth my minde,

-  My minde bemones his sence of inward smart;

-  Such smart may pittie claime of any hart;

-  _Her_ hart, sweete hart, is of no Tygers kinde,

-  And yet _she_ heares, and I no pittie finde,

-    But more I cry, lesse grace _she_ doth impart;

-    Alas, what cause is there so overthwart,

-  That Noblenes it selfe makes thus unkinde?

-  I much doe gesse, yet finde no truth save this,

-  That when the breath of my complaint doe touch

-  Those daintie doores unto the Court of Blisse,

-  The heavenly nature of that place is such:

-    That once come there, the sobs of my annoyes,

-    Are metamorphos’d straight to tunes of joyes.

-

-  _Stella_ oft sees the verie face of woes

-  Painted in my beclowded stormie face:

-  But cannot skill to pittie my disgrace;

-  No though thereof the cause _her selfe shee_ knowes.

-  Yet hearing late a fable which did show,

-    Of Lovers never knowne, (a grievous case)

-    Pittie thereof got in her breast such place,

-  As from _her_ eyes, a Spring of teares did flow.

-  Alas, if Fancie drawne by ymag’d things,

-  Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breede

-  Then Servants wreck, where new doubts honor brings,

-  Than thinke my _Deere_, that in me you doe reede

-    Of Lovers ruine some thrise sad Tragædie:

-    I am not I, pittie the tale of me.

-

-  I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case,

-  Blind hitting Boy, since _shee_ that thee and me

-  Rules with a becke, so tyranniseth thee,

-  That thou must want or foode or dwelling place;

-  For _Shee_ protests to banish thee _her_ face.

-    _Her_ face (ô Love) a roge thou then should’st bee,

-    If Love learne not alone to love and see,

-  Without desire to feede on further grace.

-  Alas poore wagge, that now a Scholler art

-  To such a Schoole-mistris, whose lessons new

-  Thou needes must misse, and so thou needes must smart;

-  Yet _deere_, let me this pardon get of _you_,

-    So long though he from booke mich to desire.

-    Till without Fuell, _thou_ can make hote fire.

-

-  What, have I thus betraide my libertie,

-  Can those black beames, such burning marks engrave

-  In my free side, or am I borne a slave,

-  Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie?

-  Or want I sence to feele my miserie,

-    Or spirit, disdaine of such disdaine to have,

-    Who for long faith the daily helpe I crave,

-  May get no almes, but scorne of beggerie.

-  Vertue awake, beautie but beautie is;

-  I may, I must, I can, I will, I doe

-  Leave following that which it is gaine to misse,

-  Let her goe: soft, but there she comes, goe to,

-    Unkind I love you, not, (O mee) that eye

-    Doth make my hart give to my tongue a lye.

-

-  Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,

-  Where vertue is made strong by beauties might,

-  Where love is chastnes, paine doth learne delight,

-  And humblenes growes on with majestie;

-  What ever may ensue, O let me be

-    Copartner of the ritches of that sight:

-    Let not mine eyes be driven from that light;

-  ô looke, ô shine, ô let me die and see,

-  For though I oft my selfe of them bemone,

-  That through my hart their beamie darts be gone,

-  Whose curelesse wounds even nowe most freshly bleede;

-    Yet since my deaths wound is already got,

-    Deere killer, spare not _thy_ sweete cruell shot,

-  A kinde of grace it is to slaye with speede.

-

-  I on my horse, and Love on me doth trie

-  Our horsmanship, while by strange worke I prove,

-  A horsman to my horse, a horse to Love;

-  And now mans wrongs in me poore beast discry.

-  The raines wherewith my ryder doth me tie

-    Are reverent thoughts, which bit of reverence move,

-    Curbde in with feare, but with gilt bosse above

-  Of hope, which makes it seeme faire to the eye:

-  The wande is will, thou fancie saddle art,

-  Girt fast by memorie; and while I spurre

-  My horse, he spurres with sharpe desires my hart,

-  He sits me fast how ever I doe sturre,

-    And now hath made me to his hand so right,

-    That in the manage, my selfe do take delight.

-

-  _Stella_, the fulnes of my thoughts of thee

-  Cannot be stayed within my panting brest:

-  But they do swell and struggle forth of me,

-  Till that in words thy figure be exprest;

-  And yet as soone as they so formed be,

-    According to my Lord Loves owne behest,

-    With sad eyes I their weake proportion see

-  To portract what within this world is best.

-  So that I cannot chuse but write my minde,

-  And cannot chuse but put out what I write,

-  While those poore babes their death in birth doe find;

-  And now my penne these lynes had dashed quite,

-    But that they stop his furie from the same:

-    Because their fore-front beares sweet _Stellas_ name.

-

-  Pardon mine eares, both I and they doe pray,

-  So may _your_ tongue full flauntingly proceede,

-  To them that doe such entertainments neede;

-  So may _you_ still have somewhat new to say.

-  On sillie me, doe not _you_ burthen lay

-    Of all the grave conceipts _your_ braine doth breede,

-    But find some _Hercules_, to beard (in steede

-  Of _Atlas_ tyrde) _your_ wisedomes heavenly sway.

-  For me while you discourse of courtly tydes,

-  Of cunningst Fishers in most troubled streames,

-  Of straying waves when valiant errour guides:

-  Meane while my hart confers with _Stellas_ beames,

-    And is even woe that so sweet Comedie,

-  By such unfuted speech, should hindered be.

-

-  A Strife is growne betweene Vertue and Love,

-  While each pretends, that _Stella_ must be his;

-  Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love doe this,

-  Since they doe weare his badge, most firmely prove;

-  But Vertue thus, that title doth disprove.

-    That _Stella_, (ô deere name) that _Stella_ is,

-    That vertuous Soule, sure heyre of heavenly Blisse:

-  Not this faire outside, which our hart doth move;

-  And therefore, though _her_ beauty and _her_ grace,

-  Be Loves indeede, in _Stellas_ selfe he may

-  By no pretence claime any manner place.

-  Well Love, since this Demurre our sute doth staie.

-    Let Vertue have that _Stellas_ selfe, yet thus,

-    That Vertue but that body graunt to us.

-

-  In Martiall sportes I had my cunning tryde,

-  And yet to breake more Staves I did mee adresse

-  While that the peopl’s showtes: I must confesse,

-  Youth, luck, and praise, even filld my vaines with pride;

-    When _Cupid_ having me his slave descride,

-    In _Mars_ his liverie, prauncing in the presse.

-  What now sir foole said he (I would no lesse)

-  Looke heere I say; I lookt, and _Stella_ spide:

-  Who hard by through a window sent forth light;

-  My hart then quake, then daz’led were my eyes.

-  One hand forgot to rule, th’ other to fight,

-  No Trumpet sound I heard, nor freendly cries;

-    My foe came on, and beate the ayre for mee,

-    Till that her blush, taught me my shame to see.

-

-  Because I breathe not love to every one,

-  Nor doe not use sette Colours for to weare:

-  Nor nourish speciall locks with vowed haire,

-  Nor give each speech a full point of a grone,

-  The Courtly Nymphes acquainted with the mone

-    Of them, which in their lips Loves Standard beare:

-  What he, (say they of me) now I dare sweare,

-  He cannot love: no, no, let him alone.

-    And thinke so still, so _Stella_ know my minde.

-  Professe in deede, I do not _Cupid’s_ art.

-  But you faire Maides, at length this true shall find,

-  That his right badge, is but worne in the hart.

-    Dumbe Swans, not chattering Pyes doe Lovers prove,

-    They love in deed, who quake to say they love.

-

-  Fie schoole of Patience, fie, your Lesson is

-  Far far too long, to learne it without booke:

-  What, a whole weeke, without one peece of looke?

-  And thinke I should not your large precepts misse,

-  When I might reade those Letters faire of blisse,

-  Which in _her_ face teach vertue, I could brooke,

-    Somewhat thy leaden counsels which I tooke:

-  As of a freend that meant not much amisse:

-  But now alas, that I doe want _her_ sight,

-  What doost thou thinke that I can ever take,

-  In thy colde stuffe, a phlegmatick delight?

-  No Patience, if thou wilt my good, then make

-    Her come, and heare with patience my desires

-    And then with patience bid me beare my fire.

-

-  Muses, I oft invoked your whole ayde,

-  With choisest flowres, my speech t’engarland so,

-  That it disguisde, in true (but naked) show,

-  Might winne some grace in your sweet skill arraide;

-  And oft whole troupes of saddest words I stayde,

-    Striving abroade, a forraging to goe,

-    Untill by your inspiring I might know,

-  How their blacke banners might be best displaid.

-  But now I meane no more your helpe to trye.

-    Nor other sugering of speech to prove,

-    But on _her_ name uncessantly to cry.

-  For let me but name _her_ whom I doe love,

-    So sweete sounde straight my eares and hart doe hit,

-    That I well finde no eloquence like it.

-

-  Woe having made with many sighs his owne

-  Each sense of mine; each gift, each power of minde

-  Growne now his slaves, he forst them out to finde

-  The throwest words, fit for woes selfe to grone

-  Hoping that when they might finde _Stella_ alone,

-    Before _she_ could prepare to be unkind,

-    _Her_ soule (armed with such a daintie rinde,)

-  Should soone be hurt with sharpnes of the mone.

-  _She_ heard my plaints, and did not onely heare.

-  But them, so sweet is _she_, most sweetly sing,

-  With that faire brest, making Woes darknes cleere,

-  A prittie case I hoped her to bring,

-    To feele my griefe, and she with face and voice,

-    So sweetes my paines, that my paines me rejoyce.

-

-  Doubt there hath beene, when with his golden chaine

-  The Orator so farre mens harts doth bind:

-  That no pace els their guided steps can find;

-  But as in them more shorte or slacke doth raine.

-  Whether with words this sou’raigntte be gaine,

-    Clothde with fine tropes with strongest reason lin’d,

-    Or els pronouncing grace, wherewith his minde

-  Prints his owne lively forme, in rudest braine.

-  Now judge by this, in pearcing phrases late

-  Th’ Anatomie of all my woes I wrate,

-  _Stellas_ sweete breath the same to me did reede.

-    Oh voyce, oh face mauger my speeches might,

-    With wooed woe, most ravishing delight,

-  Even in sad mee a joy to me did breede.

-

-  Deere, why make you more of a dogge than me?

-  If he doe love, alas I burne in love;

-  If he waite well, I never thence would move;

-  If he be faire, yet but a dogge can be;

-  Little he is, so little worth is he:

-    He barkes, my songs thyne owne voyce oft doth prove;

-    Bidden, (perhaps) he fetcheth _thee_ a glove?

-  But I unbid, fetch even my soule to _thee_

-  Yet while I languish, him that bosome clips,

-  That lap doth lap, nay lets in spight of spight

-  This sour-breath’d mate tast of those sugred lips;

-  Alas, if _you_ graunt onely such delight

-    To witles things, then Love I hope, (since wit

-    Becomes a clogge) will soone ease me of it.

-

-  When my good Angell guides me to the place

-  where al my good I do in _Stella_ see,

-  That Heaven of joyes throwes only downe on me

-  Thundred disdaines, and Lightning of disgrace;

-  But when the ruggedst step of fortunes race

-    Makes me fall from _her_ sight, then sweetly _she_

-    With words, whereing the _Muses_ Treasures be,

-  Shewes love and pittie to my absent case.

-  Now I (witt-beaten long, by hardest fate)

-  So dull am, that I cannot looke into

-  The ground of this fierce love, and loving hate?

-  Then some good body tell me how to do,

-    Whose presence absence, absence presence is:

-    Blest in my curse, and curssed in my blisse.

-

-  Oft with true sighes, oft with uncalled teares,

-  Now with slow words, now with dumbe eloquence,

-  I _Stellas_ eyes assailde, invade _her_ eares,

-  But this at last is _her_ sweete breath’d defence,

-  That who indeede a sound affection beares,

-    So captives to his Saint both soule and sence,

-  That wholie _Hers_, all selfnes he forbeares.

-  Thence his desire he learnes, his lives course thence,

-    Now since this chast love, hates this love in mee;

-    With chastned minde I needes must shew, that shee

-  Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.

-    O Doctor _Cupid_, thou for me reply:

-    Driven els to graunt by Angell Sophistry,

-  That I love not, without I leave to love.

-

-  Late tyr’d with woe, even ready for to pine

-  With rage of love, I call my Love unkinde.

-  _Shee_ in whose eyes, love though unfelt doth shine,

-  Sweetely saide, I true love in her should finde.

-  I joyed, but straight thus watred was my wine:

-  That love she did, but with a love not blinde.

-  Which would not let me, whome she lov’d decline.

-    From Nobler course, fit for my birth and minde.

-  And therefore her loves Authoritie;

-  Wild me those Tempests of vaine love to flee:

-  And Anchor fast my selfe on vertues shore.

-    Alas if this the onely mettall be,

-    Of love newe coyn’d to help my beggery:

-  Deere, love me not, that you may love me more.

-

-  Oh Grammer rules, oh now your vertues showe,

-  So Children still read you with awfull eyes,

-  As my young Dove may in your precepts wise,

-  Her graunt to me by her owne vertue knowe.

-  For late with hart most hie, with eyes most lowe;

-    I crav’d the thing which ever she denies.

-    Shee lightning Love, displaying _Venus_ skyes,

-  Least one should not be heard twise, said no no.

-  Sing then my Muse, now I do Pæan sing.

-  Heavens Envy not at my high triumphing:

-  But Grammers force with sweete successe confirme,

-    For Grammer sayes (ah this deere _Stella_ way)

-    For Grammer sayes (to Grammer who sayes nay)

-  That in one speech, two negatives affirme.

-

-  No more my deere, no more these Counsels try,

-  O give my passions leave to runne their race:

-  Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace.

-  Let Folke orecharg’d with braine against me cry,

-  Let Cloudes be dimme, my face breake in my eye,

-    Let me no steps but of lost labour try,

-  Let all the earth in scorne recount my race;

-  But doe not will me from my love to fly.

-    I do not envie _Aristotles_ wit,

-  Nor do aspire to _Cæsars_ bleeding fame:

-  Nor ought to care though some above me sit;

-  Nor hope nor with another course to frame:

-    But that which once may winne thy cruell hart,

-    Thou art my wit; and thou my vertue art.

-

-  Love, by sure proofe I may call thee unkinde,

-  That gives no better cares to my just cryes:

-  Thou whom to me, such my good turnes shouldst binde,

-  As I may well recount, but none can prise.

-    For when nak’d boy, hou couldst no harbour finde

-  In this olde world, (growne now so to be wise)

-  I lodg’de thee in my heart: and being blinde

-  By nature borne, I gave to thee my eyes.

-    Mine eyes, my light, my life, my hart alas,

-  If so great services may scorned be:

-  Yet let this thought thy Tygrish courage passe,

-  That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee:

-    Since in thine armes, if learn’d fame truth hath spred,

-    Thou bearst the Arrowe, I the Arrowhed.

-

-  And doe I see some cause a hope to feede

-  Or doth the tedious burthen of long woe

-  In weakned mindes, quick apprehension breede

-  Of every Image which may comfort showe.

-    I cannot brag of word, much lesse of deede,

-  Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slowe.

-  My wealth no more, and no whit lesse my neede,

-  Desier, still on stilts of feare doth goe.

-    And yet amids all feares, a hope there is

-  Stolne to my hart: since last faire night (nay day)

-  _Stellas_ eyes sent to me the beames of blisse,

-  Looking on mee, while I looke other way:

-    But when mine eyes backe to their heaven did move:

-    They fled with blush, which guiltie seem’d of love:

-

-  Hope art thou true or doost thou flatter me?

-  Doth _Stella_ now beginne, with pitteous eye

-  The raigne of this her conquest to espie?

-  Will shee take time before all wracked be?

-  Her eye speech is translated thus by thee.

-    But failste thou not in phrase so heavenly hye?

-    Looke on againe, the faire text better prie;

-  What blushing notes dost thou in Margent see?

-  What sighes stolne out, or kild before full borne

-  Hast thou found such and such like arguments?

-  Or art thou els to comfort me forsworne?

-  Well how so thou interpret the contents,

-    I am resolv’d thy error to maintaine:

-    Rather than by more trueth to get more paine.

-

-  _Stella_, the only Plannet of my light

-  Light of my life, and life of my desire,

-  Cheife good, whereto my hope doth onely spire,

-  World of my wealth and heaven of my delight.

-  Why doost thou spend the Treasure of thy sprite

-    With voice more fit to wed _Amphyons_ Lyre?

-    Seeking to quench in me the noble fyre,

-  Fed by thy worth and kindled by thy sight.

-  And all in vaine, for while thy breath most sweete

-  With choisest words, thy words with reasons rare:

-  Thy reasons firmely set, are vertues feete,

-  Labor to kill in me this killing care

-    Oh thinke I then, what Paradise of joy

-    It is, so faire a vertue to enjoye.

-

-  Oh joy, too high for my Love still to showe,

-  Oh blisse, fit for a nobler seat than mee

-  Envie put out thine eyes, least thou doe see

-  What _Oceans_ of delight in me doth flowe.

-  My friend that oft saw’st through all maskes, my woe,

-    Come, come, and let me poure myself on thee:

-    Gone is the winter of my miserie.

-  My spring appeares, ô see what heere doth growe,

-  For _Stella_ hath with wordes (where faith doth shine)

-  Of her high hart given me the Monarchie

-  I, I, ô I may say that she is mine.

-  And though she give but thus condicionally,

-    This Realme of blisse, while vertues course I take,

-    No Kings be Crownd, but they some covenant make.

-

-  My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy,

-  Yf still I force her in sad rymes to creepe:

-  She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes t’enjoy

-  _Nectar_ of mirth, since I _loves_ Cup do keepe.

-    Sonnets be not bound Prentice to annoy,

-  Trebbles sing high, so well as bases deepe:

-  Griefe but Loves winter liverie is, the boy

-  Hath cheekes to smile, so well as eyes weepe.

-    Come then my Muse, shew the height of delight

-  In well raisde noates my pen the best it may

-  Shall paint out joy, though but in blacke and white.

-  Cease eager Muse, peace pen for my sake stay.

-    I give you heere my hand for truth of this:

-    Wise silence is best Musique unto blisse.

-

-  Who will in fayrest booke of nature know,

-  How Vertue may best lodgde in Beautie bee,

-  Let him but learne of love to read in thee

-  _Stella_ those faire lines which true goodnes showe.

-  There shall he finde all vices overthrowe:

-    Not by rude force, but sweetest soveraigntie

-    Of reason, from whose light, the night birdes flie,

-  That inward Sunne in thine eyes shineth so.

-  And not content to be perfections heir,

-  Thy selfe doth strive all mindes that way to move:

-  Who marke in thee what is in deede most faire,

-  So while thy beautie drives my hart to love,

-    As fast thy vertue bends that love to good:

-    But ah, Desire still cryes, give me some food.

-

-  Desire, though thou mine olde companion art,

-  And oft so clinges to my pure Love, that I

-  One from the other scarcely can discry:

-  While each doth blowe the fier of my hart:

-  Now from thy fellowship I needs must part.

-    _Venus_ is taught with _Dians_ wings to flye,

-    I must no more in thy sweete passions lie,

-  Vertues golde now, must head my _Cupids_ dart,

-  Service and honour wonder with delight,

-  Feare to offend, well worthie to appeare:

-  Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my spright,

-  These things are left me by my onely deare.

-    But thou Desire, because thou wouldst have all:

-    Now banisht art, yet alas how shall?

-

-  Love still a Boy, and oft a wanton is,

-  Schoolde only by his Mothers tender eye:

-  What wonder then if he his lesson misse,

-  When for so soft a rod deare play he trye.

-    And yet my starre, because a sugred kisse,

-  In sport I sucke, while she a sleepe did lye:

-  Doth lowre, naye chide, nay threat for onely this:

-  Sweet it was saucy love, not humble I.

-  But no scuse serves, she makes her wrath appeare,

-  In Beauties throne, see now who dares come neere

-  Those scarlet Judges, threatning blooddie paine.

-  O heavenly Foole, thy most kisse worthy face

-  Anger invests with such a lovely grace,

-  That Angers selfe I needes must kisse againe.

-

-  I Never dranke of _Aganippe_ well,

-  Nor never did in shade of _Tempe_ sit:

-  And Muses scorne with vulgar braines to dwell,

-  Poore Lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.

-    Some doe I heare of Poets fury tell,

-  But God wot, wot not what they meane by it:

-  And this I sweare by blackest brooke of hell,

-  I am no Pickepurse of an others wit.

-    How fals it than, that with so smooth an ease

-  My thoughts I speake? And what I speake doth flowe

-  In verse; and that my verse best wittes doth please,

-  Gesse we the cause. What is it this? fie no,

-    Or so? much lesse. How then? sure thus it is,

-    My Lips are sure inspir’d with _Stellas_ kisse.

-

-  Of all the Kings that ever heere did raigne,

-  _Edward_ namde fourth, as first in praise I name:

-  Not for his faire outside, nor well linde braine,

-  Although lesse guift, imp feathers oft no fame.

-    Nor that he could young wise, wise valliant frame

-  His Syres revenge, joynde with a kingdomes gaine:

-  And gaind by _Mars_, could yet mad _Mars_ so tame,

-  That ballance waide what sword did late obtaine.

-    Nor that he made the Flower de lys so fraide,

-  Though strongly hedgd of bloody Lyons pawes:

-  That wittie _Lewes_ to him a tribuite paide;

-  Nor this nor that, nor any such small cause,

-    But onely, for this worthy King durst prove,

-    To loose his Crowne, rather then fayle his Love.

-

-  _Shee_ comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move

-  Their raies to me: who in her tedious absence lay

-  Benighted in cold woe; but now appeares my shining day,

-  The only light of joy, the only warmth of Love,

-  _Shee_ comes with light and warmth, which like _Aurora_ prove;

-    Of gentle force, so that my eyes dare gladly play

-    With such a rosy Morne: whose beames most freshly gay

-  Scorch not; but onely doe darke chilling spirits remove.

-  But loe, while I do speake it groweth noone with mee,

-  Her flamy glittering lights increase with time and place:

-  My heart cryes ah it burnes, mine eyes now dazled be:

-  No winde, no shade can coole: what helpe then in my case?

-    But with short breath, long lookes, staide feete, and walking hed,

-    Pray that my Sunne goe downe with me her beames to bed.

-

-  Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight,

-  That face whose lecture shewes what perfect Beautie is:

-  That presence which doth give darke hearts a living light,

-  That grace, which _Venus_ weepes that shee her selfe doth misse.

-    That hand, which without touch, holdes more than _Atlas_ might,

-  Those lips, which makes deathes pay a meane prise for a kisse:

-  That skin, whose past-praise hue scornes this poore tearme of whit,

-  Those words which doe sublime the quintessence of blisse.

-    That voice which makes the soule plant himselfe in the eares,

-  That conversation sweet, where such high comforts be:

-  As constru’d in true speech; the name of heaven it beares:

-  Makes me in my best thoughts and quiet judgements see,

-    That in no more but these I might be fully blest:

-    Yet ah, my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the best.

-

-  Oh how the pleasant ayres of true love bee

-  Inflicted by those vapours, which arise

-  From out that noysome gulfe: which gaping lies

-  Betweene the jawes of hellish Jelousey.

-  A Monster, others harmes, selfe misery.

-    Beauties plague, Vertues scurge, succour of lyes:

-    Who his owne joy to his owne heart applyes,

-    And onely cherish doth with injuries:

-  Who since he hath by natures speciall grace,

-  So pearsing pawes as spoyle when they embrace,

-  So nimble feete as stirre though still on thornes,

-    So manie eyes aye seeking their owne woe.

-    So ample eares, that never good newes knowe,

-  Is it not ill that such a divell wants hornes?

-

-  Sweete kisse, thy sweetes I faine would sweetely indite,

-  Which even of sweetnes, sweetest sweeter art;

-  Pleasing’st consort, where each sense holds a part,

-  With coopling Doves guides _Venus_ chariot right,

-    Best charge and brav’st retraite in _Cupids_ sight.

-    A double key which openeth to the hart,

-    Most ritch when most his ritches it imparte.

-  Nest of yong joyes, Scholemaster of delight,

-  Teaching the meanes at once to take and give,

-  The friendly fray where blowes do wound and heale,

-  The prettie death while each in other live,

-  Poore hopes first wealth a stage of promised weale.

-    Breakefast of love, but loe, loe where shee is

-    Cease we to praise, now praie wee for a kisse.

-

-  Sweet swelling lip well maiest thou swell in pride

-  Since best wittes thinke it witt thee to admire,

-  Natures praise, vertues stall, _Cupids_ colde fire,

-  Whence words, not words but heavenly graces slide,

-  The newe _Pernassus_ where the _Muses_ byde:

-    Sweeteness of Musicke, Wisomes beautifier,

-    Breather of life, and fastner of desire,

-  Where Beauties blush in Honors graine is dyde.

-  Thus much my hart compeld my mouth to say:

-  But now, spite of my heart my tongue will stay,

-  Loathing al lyes, doubting this flatterieis,

-  And no spurre can this restie race renewe;

-    Without how farre this praise is short of you,

-    Sweete lipp you teach my mouth with one sweete kisse.

-

-  O Kisse which doth those ruddie gemmes impart,

-  Or Gemmes or fruits of new found Parradise,

-  Breathing all blisse and sweetnes to the hart,

-  Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise.

-  O kisse which soules even soules together ties

-    By links of Love, and onely natures Art,

-    How faine would I paint thee to all mens eies,

-  Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part?

-  But shee forbids, with blushing words shee saies,

-  Shee builds her fame on higher seated praise:

-  But my heart burnes, I cannot silent be,

-  Then since deare life, you faine would have me peace.

-    And I (mad with delight) want wit to cease,

-    Stop you my mouth with still still kissing me.

-

-  Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,

-  Beauties which do in excellencie passe,

-  His who till death lockt in a watry glasse,

-  Or hirs whom nak’d the Trojan boy did see.

-  Sweete garden Nymph that keepes the Cherrie tree,

-    Whose fruit doth far the Hesperian tast surpasse,

-    Most sweete faire, most faire sweete, do not alasse

-  From comming neere these Cherries banish mee,

-  For though full of desire, emptie of wit,

-  Admitted late by your best graced grace,

-  I caught at one of them an hungry bit,

-  Pardon that fault, once more graunt me the place,

-    And so I sweare even by the same delite,

-    I will but kisse, I never more will bite.

-

-  Good brother _Philip_ I have forborne you long,

-  I was content you should in favour creepe,

-  While craftely you seemed your Cut to keepe,

-  As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong:

-  I beare with envy, yet I heare your song,

-  When in hir necke you did love ditties peepe,

-  Nay, (more foole I) oft suffred you to sleepe,

-    In lillies nest where Loves selfe lies a long,

-    What? doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?

-  Is saucines reward of curtesie?

-  Cannot such grace your silly selfe content,

-  But you must needes with those lips billing be?

-    And through those lips drinke Nectar from that tung,

-    Leave that _Syr Phipp_ lest off your necke be wrung.

-

-  High way since you my chiefe _Pernassus_ be,

-  And that my Muse to some eares not unmeete,

-  Tempers her words to trampling horses feete,

-  More often than to a Chamber melodie,

-  Now blessed you beare onwards blessed me,

-    To her where I my heart safeliest shall meete,

-    My Muse and I must you of duetie greete,

-  With thanks and wishes wishing thankfully;

-  Be you still carefull kept by publike heede,

-  By no encrochment wrongd, nor time forgot,

-  Nor blam’d for bloud, nor sham’d for sinfull deede,

-  And that you know I envie you no lot,

-    Of highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,

-    Hundreds of yeares you _Stellas_ feete may kisse.

-

-  I see the house my harte thy selfe containe,

-  Beware full Sailes drown not thy tottering Barge,

-  Least joy by nature apt, (spirites to enlarge)

-  Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straine,

-  Nor doe like Lords whose weake confused braine,

-    Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge,

-    While every office themselves will discharge,

-  With doing all leave nothing done but paine,

-  But give apt servants their due place; let eye

-  See beauties totall summe summ’d in their face,

-  Let eares heare speach which will to wonder tye,

-  Let breath suck up those sweetes, let armes imbrace

-    The Globe of weale, lipps Lov’s Indentures make.

-    Thou but of all the kingly tribute take.

-

-  Alas whence comes this change of lookes? If I

-  have chang’d desert, let mine owne conscience be

-  A still felt plague to selfe condemning mee:

-  Let woe grype on my heart, shame load mine eye:

-  But if all faith like spotles _Ermine_ lye

-  Safe in my soule (which onely doth to thee

-    As his sole object of felicitie

-    With wings of Love in aire of wonder flie.)

-  O case your hand, treat not so hard your slave,

-  In Justice, paines come not till faults do call:

-  Or if I needs (sweet Judge) must torments have,

-  Use something else to chasten mee withall,

-    Than those blest eyes where all my hopes do dwell,

-    No doome shall make ones Heaven become his Hell.

-

-  When I was forst from _Stella_ ever deare,

-  _Stella_, foode of my thoughts, hart of my hart:

-  _Stella_, whose eyes make all my temples cleare,

-  By Yron lawes, of duetie to depart,

-  Alas I found that shee with mee did smart:

-    I sawe that teares did in her eyes appeare:

-    I sawe that sighes her sweetest lips did part:

-  And her sad words my sadded sense did heare.

-  For mee, I weepe to see Pearles scattered so:

-  I sighd her sighes, and wailed for her woe:

-  Yet swamme in joy such love in her was seene.

-    Thus while the effect most bitter was to mee,

-    And nothing than that cause more sweet could be,

-  I had beene vext, if vext I had not beene.

-

-  Out Traytour absence dar’st thou counsell mee

-  From my deare Captainnesse to runne away,

-  Because in brave arraye here marcheth shee

-  That to winne mee oft showes a present paye.

-  Is Faith so weake, or is such force in thee?

-    When Sunne is hid, can Starres such beames displaie?

-    Cannot Heavens foode once felt keepe stomacks free

-  From base desire on earthly cares to praie?

-  Tush absence, while thy mistes eclypse that light,

-  My Orphan sense flyes to the inward sight:

-  Where memorie settes foorth the beames of Love,

-    That where before heart lov’d and eyes did see,

-    In heart my sight and Love now coupled be,

-  United powres make eche the stronger prove.

-

-  Now that of absence the most yrksome night,

-  With darkest shade doth overcome the daie:

-  Since _Stella’s_ eyes wont to give mee my daie,

-  Leaving my _Hemisphere_ leaves mee in night,

-  Each day seemes long, and longs for long staied night:

-  The night as tedious, wooes th’approch of day:

-  Tyr’d with the dustie toyles of busie day,

-    Languisht with horrors of the silent night,

-    Suffering the evils both of daie and night,

-  While no night is more darke than is my day,

-  Nor no day hath lesse quiet then my night:

-  With such bad mixture of my night and daie,

-    That living thus in blackest Winter night,

-    I feele the flames of hottest Sommers daie.

-

-  _Stella_, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,

-  Who seeke, who hope, who love, who like, but thee:

-  Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my historie,

-  If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.

-  Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame

-    A nest for my yong praise in Lawrell tree,

-    In trueth I sweare, I wish not there should be

-    graved in my Epitaph a Poets name.

-  Nor if I would could I just title make

-  That anie laud thereof to me should growe

-  Without my Plumes from others wings I take;

-  For nothing from my wit or will doth flowe:

-    Since all my words thy beautie doth indite,

-    And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.

-

-  _Stella_, while now by honours cruell might,

-  I am from you (light of my light) misled,

-  And that faire you, my Sunne thus overspred

-  With absence vale I live in sorrowes night.

-  If this darke place yet shewe by candle light

-  Some Beauties peece, as amber collourd hed,

-    Milke hands, rose cheekes, or lips more sweet more red,

-    Or seeming jett black, but in blacknes bright

-  They please I doe confesse, they please mine eyes,

-  But whie? because of you they moddels be;

-  Moddels such be wood globes of glistering skyes.

-  Deare therefore be not jealous over me,

-    If you heare that they seeme my heart to move,

-    Not them, no no, but you in them I love.

-

-  Be your words made (good sir) of _Indean_ ware,

-  That you allowe them mee by so small rate,

-  Or do you cutted _Spartanes_ imitate,

-  Or do you meane my tender eares to spare?

-  That to my questions you so totall are?

-  When I demaund of Phœnix _Stellas_ state,

-    You say (forsooth) you left her well of late

-    O God, thinke you that satisfies my care?

-  I would know whether shee did sit or walke.

-  How cloathd: how waited on: sighd shee or smilde:

-  Whereof: with whome: how often did shee talke:

-  With what pastimes, times jorneys shee beguild?

-    If her lips daine to sweeten my poore name?

-    Saie all: and all well said: still say the same.

-

-  O Fate, ô fault, O curst child of my blisse,

-  What sobs can give words grace my griefe to show?

-  What inke is black enough to paint my woe?

-  Through mee, wretch mee, even _Stella_ vexed is:

-  Yet Trueth, if Caitives brath might call thee this,

-  Witnes with mee, that my fowle stumbling so,

-    From carelesnes did in no manner growe,

-    But wit confusd with too much care did misse.

-  And do I then my selfe this vaine scuse give:

-  I do sweete Love, and know this harmed thee.

-  The world quit mee, shall I my self forgive?

-  Onely with paines my paines thus eased be:

-    That all thy hurtes in my hearts wracke I reed

-    I crye thy sighs (my deare) thy teares I bleed.

-

-  Greefe find the words, for thou hast made my braine

-  So darke with mistie vapours which arise

-  From out thy heavie mould, that inbent eyes

-  Can scarce discerne the shape of mine owne paine:

-  Do thou then (for thou canst) do thou complaine

-    For my poore soule which now that sicknes tries,

-    Which even to sense, sense of it selfe denies.

-  Though harbengers of death lodge there his traine,

-  Or if the love of plaint yet mind forbeares,

-  As of a Caitife worthie so to dye;

-  Yet waye thy selfe and wayle in causefull teares:

-  That though in wretchednes thy life doth lie,

-    Yet growest more wretched than thy nature beares:

-    By being plast in such a wretch as I.

-

-  Yet sighes, deare sighes, in deede true friends you are,

-  That do not leave your least friend at the wurst:

-  But as you with my brest I oft have nurst:

-  So gratefull now you wait upon my care.

-  Faint coward Joy, no longer tarrie dare,

-  Seeing hope yeeld when this woe strake him first,

-  Delight exclaims he is for my fault curst,

-  Although my mate in Armes himselfe he sware,

-    Nay Sorrow comes with such mayne rage as hee,

-    Kills his owne children, Teares, finding that they

-  By Love were made apt to comfort with mee,

-  Onely true sighes, you do not go away:

-    Thank may you have for such thankfull part:

-    Thank worthiest yet, when you shall breake my heart.

-

-  Though with good cause thou lik’st so well the night.

-  Since kind or chaunce gives both one libertie,

-  Both sadly blacke, both blackly darkned be:

-  Night bard from Sunne, thou from thine own Sunnes light

-  Silence in both displaies his sullen might:

-    Slowe Heavens in both do hold the one degree,

-    That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie:

-  Thy teares expresse nights native moysture right,

-  In both a wofull solitarines:

-  In night of Spirites the gastly power sturr,

-  And in our sprites are Spirits gastlines:

-  But but (alas) nights sights the ods hath fure,

-    For that at length invites us to some rest,

-    Thou though still tyr’d, yet still dost it detest.

-

-  _Dian_ that faine would cheare her friend the Night,

-  Doth shewe her oft at full her fairest face,

-  Bringing with her those starrie Nymphs, whose chace

-  From heavenly standing hurts eche mortall wight.

-  But ah poore Night in love with _Phœbus_ light,

-    And endlesly dispairing of his grace,

-    Herselfe to shewe no other joy hath place,

-  Sylent and sad in moorning weeds doth dight:

-  Even so (alas) and Ladie _Dians_ peere,

-  With choise delight and rarest company,

-  Would faine drive clouds from out my heavie cheere:

-  But woe is me, though joy her selfe were shee,

-    Shee could not shewe my blind braine waies of joy

-    While I dispaire my Sunnes light to enjoy.

-

-  Ah bed the feeld where joyes peace some do see:

-  The feeld where al my thoughts to war be traind,

-  How is thy grace by my strange fortune staind?

-  How thy low shrowdes by my sighs stormed be?

-  With sweet soft shades thou oft invitest mee

-    To steale some rest, but wretch I am constrained.

-    Spurd with Loves spurr, this held and shortly rained

-  With Cares hard hand, to runne and tosse in thee,

-    While the black horrors of the silent night,

-    Paint Woes black face so lively in my sight,

-  That tedious leasure markes eache wrinckled line:

-    But when _Aurora_ leades out _Phœbus_ daunce

-  Mine eyes then only winke for spite perchaunce,

-  That wormes shou’d have their Sunne and I want mine.

-

-  When farre spent night perswades each mortall eie

-  To whome nor Art nor Nature granted light:

-  To lay his then marke wanting shaftes of sight;

-  Clos’d whith their quivers in Sleeps armorie;

-  With windowes ope then most my heart doth lye

-    Viewing the shape of darknes and delight,

-    And takes that sad hue, with which inward might

-  Of his mazde powres he keeps just harmony:

-  But when birds chirpe aire, and sweet aire which is

-  Mornes messenger with rose enameld skyes

-  Calls each wight to salute the heaven of blisse;

-  Intombd of lids then buried are mine eyes,

-    Forst by their Lord who is ashamd to find

-    Such light in sence with such a darkned mind.

-

-  Oh teares, no teares, but shoures from beauties skyes,

-  Making those Lilies and those Roses growe,

-  Which aie most faire now fairer needs must show,

-  While grateful pitty Beauty beautifies,

-  Oh minded sighs that from that brest doe rise,

-    Whose pants doe make unspilling Creame to flow,

-    Winged with woes breath so doth _Zephire_ blow

-  As might refresh the hel where my soule fries,

-  Oh plaints conserv’d in such a surgred phrase,

-  That eloquence envies, and yet doth prayse,

-  While sightd out words a perfect musicke gives

-    Such teares, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is, but joy:

-    Or if such heavenly sighs must prove annoy,

-  All mirth farewel, let me in sorrow live.

-

-  _Stella_ is sicke, and in that sick-bed lyes

-  Sweetenes, that breathes and pants as oft as shee:

-  And Grace sicke too, such fine conclusions tries,

-  That sicknes brings it selfe best grac’d to bee.

-  Beautie is sicke, but sicke in such faire guise,

-  That in that palenes Beauties white we see,

-  And Joy which is unsever’d from those eyes.

-    _Stella_ now learnes, (strange case) to weepe with me,

-  Love moves thy paine and like a faithful page,

-  As thy looks sturre, runs up and downe to make

-  All folkes prest at thy wil thy paine to swage,

-  Nature with care seeks for his darlings sake,

-    Knowing worlds passe, ere she enough can finde

-    Of such heaven stuffe to cloath so heavenly minde.

-

-  Where be those Roses, which so sweetned earst our eyes?

-  Where be those red cheekes, which fair increase did frame

-  No hight of honor in the kindly badge of shame,

-  Who hath the crimson weeds stoln from the morning skies?

-  How doth the coullor fade of those vermillion eyes,

-    Which Nature selfe did make and selfe engrave the same?

-    I would know by what right this palenes overcame

-  That hue, whose force my heart in so great thraldom ties?

-  _Gallens_ adopted sonnes, who by a beaten way

-  Their judgements hackney on, the fault of sicknes lay:

-  But feeling proofe makes me say, they mistake it sure,

-    It is but love that makes this paper perfect white,

-    To write therein more fresh the storie of _Delight_,

-  Whiles Beauties reddest incke _Venus_ for him doth stir.

-

-  O happie _Thames_ that didst my _Stella_ beare,

-  I saw thee with full many a smiling line

-  Upon thy cheereful face loves Livery weare:

-  While those faire Plannets on thy streames did shine,

-  The boat for joy could not to dance forbeare,

-  While wanton winds with beautie so divine

-  Ravisht, staid not, til in her golden haire

-    They did themselves (ô sweetest prison) twine.

-  But faine those friendly winds there would their stay

-  Have made, but forst by Nature still to flie,

-  First did with puffing kisse those Lockes display:

-  She so discovered, blusht. From window I

-    With sight thereof cride out; Ah faire disgrace,

-    Let honours selfe to thee graunt highest place.

-

-  Envious wits what hath beene mine offence,

-  That with such poisoned eare my wits you marke,

-  That to each word, nay sigh of mine you harke,

-  As grudging me my sorrows eloquence?

-  Ah, is it not enough, that I am thence:

-    Thence, so farre thence, that scantly anie sparke

-    Of comfort dare come to this dungeon darke

-  Where rigorous exile lockes up al my sense:

-  But if I by a happie window passe,

-  If I but Starres uppon mine Armour beare,

-  Sicke, thirstie, glad (though but of empty glasse)

-  Your morals note straight my hid meaning there,

-    From out my ribs a whirlewind proves that I

-    Doe _Stella_ love. Fooles, who doth it denie?

-

-  Unhappie sight and hath shee vanisht by,

-  So neere, in so good time so free a place,

-  Dead glasse dost thou thine object so imbrase,

-  As what my hart still sees thou canst not spie,

-  I sweare by hir Love and my lacke, that I

-    Was not in fault that bent my dazling race

-    Onely unto the heaven of _Stella’s_ face,

-  Counting but dust that in her way did lie:

-  But cease mine eyes, your teares doe witnes well,

-  That you guiltles therefore your necklace mist,

-  Curst be the Page from whome the bad torch fell,

-  Curst be the night which did your will resist,

-    Curst be the Cochman that did drive so fast,

-    With no lesse curse then absence makes me tast.

-

-  O absent presence _Stella_ is not here,

-  False flattering hope that with so faire a face,

-  Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,

-  _Stella_ I saw, my _Stella_ should appeare,

-  What saist thou now, where is that dainty cleare

-    Thou wouldst mine eyes should helpe their famisht case:

-    But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgrace

-  Doth make me most to wish thy comfort neere,

-  But heere I doe shore of faire Ladies meete,

-  Who may with charme of conversation sweete

-  Make in my heavie mould new thoughts to grow:

-    Sure they prevaile as much with me, as he

-    That bad his frind but then new maimde to be

-  Merrie with him, and so forget his woe.

-

-  _Stella_ since thou so right a Princesse art

-  Of all the Powers which life bestowe on me,

-  That ere by them ought undertaken be,

-  They first resort unto that soveraigne part;

-  Sweete for a time give respite to my heart,

-    Which pants as though it still should leape to thee:

-    And on my thought give the Lieuetenancie

-  To this great cause, which needes both wit and Art,

-  And as a Queene who from her presence sends

-  Whom shee emploies, dismisse from thee my wit,

-  Still to have wrought that thy owne will attends,

-  For servants shame of Maisters blame doth fit.

-    O let not Fooles in me thy works approve,

-    And scorning say, see what it is to love.

-

-  When sorrow (using my owne Siers might)

-  Melts downe his lead into my boyling brest,

-  Through that darke Furnace of my heart opprest,

-  There shines a joy from thee my onely light:

-  But soone as thought of thee breeds my delight,

-    And my young soule once flutters to her nest,

-    Most dead dispaire my daily unbidden guest

-  Clips strait my wings, strait wraps me in his night,

-  And makes me then bow downe my head and say,

-  Ah what doth _Phœbus_ gold that wretch availe,

-  Whom Iron darts doth keepe from use of daie,

-  So strangely (alas) thy workes on me prevaile,

-    That in my woes for thee, thou art my joy;

-    And in my joyes for thee, my onel’ anoy.

-

-[Illustration]

-

-

-

-

-_Other Sonnets of variable verse._

-

-

-_First Sonnet._

-

-  Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,

-  Which now my brest surchargd with musick lendeth?

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,

-  Onely in _you_ my song begins and endeth.

-

-    _2_ Who hath the eyes which marrie state with pleasure,

-  Who keepes the key of Natures chiefest treasure:

-  To _you_, to _you_, all song of praise be due,

-  Onely for _you_ the heavens forget all measure.

-

-    _3_ Who hath the lips where wit with fairenes raigneth,

-  Who womenkinde at once both decks and staineth:

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,

-  Onely by _you_ _Cupid_ his crowne maintaineth.

-

-    _4_ Who hath the feet whose steps all sweetnes planteth,

-  Who els for whom Fame worthie trumpets wanteth:

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise be due,

-  Onely to _you_ her scepter _Venus_ granteth.

-

-    _5_ Who hath the brest whose milk doth patience nourish,

-  Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish:

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise be due,

-  Onely through _you_ the tree of life doth floorish.

-

-    _6_ Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth

-  Who long hid beautie with encrease renueth:

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,

-  Only at _you_ all envie hopelesse endeth.

-

-    _7_ Who hath the haire which most loose most fast tieth,

-  Who makes a man live then glad when he dieth:

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise be due,

-  Onely of _you_ the flatterer never lieth.

-

-    _8_ Who hath the voyce which soule from senses sunders,

-  Whose force but yours the bolt of beautie thunders?

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,

-  Onely with _you_ no miracles are wonders.

-

-    _9_ Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,

-  Which now my breast orechargd with Musick lendeth?

-  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,

-  Onely in _you_ my song begins and endeth.

-

-

-_Second Sonnet._

-

-  Have I caught my heavenly Juel

-  Teaching Sleepe most faire to be:

-  Now will I teach her, that she

-  When shee wakes is too too cruell.

-

-    _2_ Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed,

-  The two onely darts of Love:

-  Now will I with that Boy prove

-  Some play while he is disarmed.

-

-    _3_ Her tongue waking still refuseth,

-  Giving franklie niggard no:

-  Now will I attempt to knowe,

-  What no her tongue sleeping useth.

-

-    _4_ See the hand that waking gardeth,

-  Sleeping grants a free resort:

-  Now I will invade the fort.

-  Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.

-

-    _5_ But (O foole) thinke of the danger

-  Of her just and high disdaine.

-  Now will I (alas) refraine

-  Love feares nothing else but anger.

-

-    _6_ Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,

-  Do invite a stealing kisse;

-  Now but venture will I this,

-  Who will read must first learne spelling.

-

-    _7_ Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.

-  Lowring beautie chastens mee.

-  Now will I for feare hence flee,

-  Foole, more Foole for no more taking.

-

-

-_The third Sonnet._

-

-  If _Orpheus_ voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love

-  Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them move:

-  If stones good measure daunst the _Thebane_ walls to builde,

-  To cadens of the tunes which _Amphions_ Lyre did yeeld,

-    More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth.

-    O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, _Stella_ singeth.

-

-    _2_ If Love might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood,

-  To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves food:

-  If Eagle fierce could so in _Grecian_ maide delight,

-  As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night:

-    Earth gave that Love, heaven (I trow) Love refineth.

-    O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Love; for _Stella_ shineth.

-

-    _3_ The beasts, birds, stones & trees feele this, and feeling love:

-  And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove.

-  Nor beasts, nor birds doo come unto this blessed gaze:

-  Know that small Love is quick, and great Love doth amaze:

-    They are amaz’d, but you with reason armed.

-    O eyes, O eares of men, how are you charmed?

-

-

-_The fourth Sonnet._

-

-  Onely _Joy_, now here you are,

-  Fit to heare and ease my care:

-  Let my whispering voyce obtaine

-  Sweete rewards for sharpest paine:

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _2_ Night hath closde all in her cloke,

-  Twinkling starres love thoughts provoke,

-  Danger hence good care doth keepe,

-  _Jelouzie_ him selfe doth sleepe:

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _3_ Better place no wit can finde

-  _Cupids_ knot to loose or binde,

-  These sweete flowers, our fine bed too,

-  Us in their best language wooe:

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee:

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _4_ This small light the Moone bestoes,

-  Serves thy beames for to disclose,

-  So to raise my heart more hie:

-  Feare not, els none can us spie:

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _5_ That you heard was but a mouse,

-  Dumbe Sleepe holdeth all the house,

-  Yet a sleepe (methinks) they say,

-  Yong fooles, take time while you may:

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _6_ Niggard time threates if we misse

-  This large offer of our blisse,

-  Long stay ere shee graunt the same:

-  Sweete then, while ech thing doth frame

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _7_ Your faire Mother is a bed,

-  Candles out, and curtaines spred;

-  Shee thinkes you do letters write:

-  Write, but first let me endite.

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _8_ Sweete, alas why strive you thus?

-  Concord better fitteth us;

-  Leave to _Mars_ the force of hands.

-  Your power in your beautie stands.

-  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-    _9_ Woe to mee, and do you sweare,

-  Me to hate but I forbeare?

-  Curst be my destinies all,

-  That brought mee so high to fall:

-  Soone with my death Ile please thee.

-

-    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._

-

-

-_The fifth Sonnet._

-

-  While favour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,

-  Thought waited on delight, and speach did follow thought,

-  Then drew my tongue and pen records unto thy glorie;

-  I thought all words were lost that were not spent of thee,

-  I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,

-  And all eares worse than deaffe, that heard not out thy storie.

-

-    _2_ I said thou wert most faire, and so indeede thou art;

-  I said thou wert most sweete, sweete poyson to my hart;

-  I said my soule was thine, ô would I then had lied;

-  I said thy eyes were starres, thy breasts the milken way,

-  Thy fingers _Cupids_ shafts, thy voice the Angels lay:

-  And all is said so well, that no man it denied.

-

-    _3_ But now that hope is lost, unkindnes kils delight,

-  Yet thought and speach do live, thought metamorphisde quite,

-  For rage now rules the reynes, which guided were by pleasure,

-  I thinke now of thy faults, who late wrote of thy praise,

-  That speech falls now to blame which did thy honour raise:

-  The same key open can, which can locke up a treasure.

-

-    _4_ Then thou whom partiall heavens conspir’d in one to frame

-  The proofe of beauties worke, the inheritance of fame,

-  The mansion state of blisse, and just excuse of lovers:

-  See now those feathers pluckt wherewith thou flewest most hie,

-  See what cloudes of reproach shall darke thy honours skie;

-  Whom fault once casteth downe, hardly high state recovers.

-

-    _5_ And ô my Muse, though oft you luld her in your lap,

-  And then a heavenly Childe gave her Ambrosian pap,

-  And to that braine of hers your highest gifts infused:

-  Since she disdaining me, doth you in me disdaine,

-  Suffer not her to laugh, and both we suffer paine:

-  Princes in subjects wrongd must deeme themselves abused.

-

-    _6_ Your client poore, my selfe, shall _Stella_ handle so,

-  Revenge, revenge, my Muse defiance trumpet blowe,

-  Threat, threat, what may be done; yet do no more but threaten:

-  Ah, my sute granted is, I feele my breast doth swell;

-  Now Childe, a lesson new you shall begin to spell,

-  Sweet babes must babies have, but shrewd girles must be beaten.

-

-    _7_ Thinke now no more to heare of warme fine shining snow,

-  Nor blushing Lillyes, nor pearles Rubie hidden row,

-  Nor of that golden sea, whose waves in curles are broken:

-  But of thy soule fraught with such ungratefulnesse,

-  As where thou soone mightst help, most there thou dost oppresse:

-  Ungratefull who is cald, the worst of ills is spoken.

-

-    _8_ Yet worse than worse, I say thou art a Thiefe. A thiefe?

-  Now God forbid: a thiefe, and of worst thieves a thiefe;

-  Thieves steale for neede, & steale for goods, which paine recovers:

-  But _thou_, rich in all joyes, dost rob my goods from mee,

-  Which cannot be restorde by time nor industrie:

-  Of foes the spoyle is evill, farre more of constant lovers.

-

-    _9_ Yet gentle English thieves doo rob, and will not slay;

-  Thou English murdring thiefe, wilt have hearts for thy pray.

-  The name of murdrer now on thy faire forhead sitteth,

-  And even while I do speake my death wounds bleeding bee,

-  Which I protest proceed from onely cruell thee.

-  Who may and will not save, murther in trueth committeth.

-

-    _10_ But murthers private fault seemes but a toy to thee.

-  I lay then to thy charge unjustice Tirannie,

-  If rule by force without all claime, a Tyrant sheweth;

-  For thou art my hearts Lord, who am not borne thy slave,

-  And which is worse makes me most guiltles torments have.

-  A rightfull Prince by unrightfull deeds a Tyrant groweth.

-

-    _11_ Loe you grow proud with this, for Tyrants makes folks bow:

-  Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now,

-  Rebels by Natures lawes rebell by way of reason:

-  Thou sweetest subject wert borne in the Realme of Love,

-  And yet against thy Prince, thy force dost daily prove.

-  No vertue merits praise, once toucht with blot of Treason.

-

-    _12_ But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouthes purchase fame,

-  I now then staine thy white with blackest blot of shame,

-  Both Rebel to the Sonne, and vagrant from the Mother,

-  For wearing _Venus_ badge, in every part of thee,

-  Unto _Dianaes_ traine thou runnaway didst flie:

-  Who faileth one is false, though trustie to another.

-

-    _13_ What is not this enough, nay farre worse commeth here:

-  A _Witch_ I say thou art, though thou so faire appeare.

-  For I protest, mine eyes never thy sight enjoyeth,

-  But I in mee am chang’d, I am alive and dead.

-  My feete are turn’d to rootes, my heart becommeth lead,

-  No witchcraft is so ill, as which mans minde destroyeth.

-

-    _14_ Yet Witches may repent, thou art farre worse than they:

-  Alas, that I am forst such evill of thee to say:

-  I say thou art a Divel though cloathd in Angels shining:

-  For thy face tempts my soule to leave the heavens for thee,

-  And thy words of refuse doo powre even hell on mee:

-  Who tempts, and tempting plagues are Divels in true defining.

-

-    _15_ You then ungrateful theefe, you murthering Tirant you,

-  You Rebell runnaway, to Lord and Lady untrue,

-  You Witch, you Divel (alas) you still in me beloved,

-  You see what I can say: mend yet your froward minde,

-  And such skill in my Muse you reconcil’d shall finde,

-  That by these cruell words your praises shal be proved.

-

-

-_The Sixth Sonnet._

-

-  O You that heare this voice,

-  O you that see this face,

-  Say whether of the choice,

-  Deserves the better place,

-    Feare not to judge this bate,

-    For it is voide of hate.

-

-    _2_ This side doth Beautie take,

-  For that doth Musick speake,

-  Fit Orators to make,

-  The strongest judgements weake.

-    The barre to plead the right,

-    Is onely true delight.

-

-    _3_ Thus doth the voice and face,

-  The gentle Lawiers wage,

-  Like loving brothers case,

-  For Fathers heritage,

-    That each while each contends,

-    It selfe to other lends.

-

-    _4_ For Beautie beautifies

-  With heavenly view and grace,

-  The heavenly harmonie;

-  And in this faultles face

-    The perfect beauties bee,

-    A perfect harmonie.

-

-    _5_ Musick more lustie swels

-  In speeches nobly placed,

-  Beautie as farre excels

-  In actions aptly graced.

-    A friend each partie drawes,

-    To countenance his cause.

-

-    _6_ Love more affected seemes

-  To Beauties lonely light,

-  And wonder more esteemes

-  Of Musicks wondrous might;

-    But both to both so bent,

-    As both in both are spent.

-

-    _7_ Musicke doth witnes call

-  The eare his truth to trie:

-  Beautie brings to the hall

-  The judgement of the eie:

-    Both in their objects such,

-    As no exceptions tuch.

-

-    _8_ The common Sense which might

-  Be arbitrer of this,

-  To be forsooth upright,

-  To both sides partiall is:

-    He laies on this chiefe praise,

-    Chiefe praise on that he laies.

-

-    _9_ Then reason Princesse hie,

-  Whose throne is in the minde;

-  Which Musicke can in skie,

-  And hidden Beauties finde:

-    Say, whether thou wilt crowne

-    With limitlesse renowne.

-

-

-_The Seventh Sonnet._

-

-  Whose senses in so evil comfort their stepdame Nature laies,

-  That ravishing delight in them most sweete tunes doth not raise,

-  Or if they doe delight therein, yet are so cloid with wit,

-  As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it:

-    O let them heare these sacred tunes, & learne in wonders scholes,

-    To be (in things past bounds of wit) fooles if they be not fooles.

-

-  _2_ Who have so leaden eyes, as not to see sweete Beauties showe:

-  Or seeing, have so wooden wits as not that worth to knowe;

-  Or knowing have so muddie mindes, as not to be in love;

-  Or loving, have so frothie hearts, as easie thence to move:

-    O, let them see these heavenly beames, and in faire, letters reed

-    A lesson, fit both sight and skill, Love and firme Love to breed.

-

-    _3_ Heare then, but then with wonder hear; see, but admiring see,

-  No mortal gifts, no earthly fruts now heare diserned bee:

-  See, doo you see this face: a face, nay image of the skyes:

-  Of which, the two life-given lights are figured in her eyes:

-    Heare you this soule-invading voyce, and count it but a voyce,

-    The verie essence of their tunes, when Angls doo rejoyce.

-

-

-_The eighth Sonnet._

-

-  In a grove most rich of shade;

-  Where birds wanton Musicke made:

-    _Maie_ then yong his pide weeds shewing,

-    New perfumes with flowrs fresh growing.

-

-    _2_ _Astrophel_ with _Stella_ sweet

-  Did for mutual comfort meete

-    Both within themselves oppressed,

-    But either in each other blessed.

-

-    _3_ Him great harmes had taught much care,

-  Her faire necke a foule yoke bare:

-    But hir sight his cares did banish,

-    In his sight hir yoke did vanish.

-

-    _4_ Wept they had, alas the while:

-  But now teares themselves did smile,

-    While their eyes by Love directed,

-    Interchangeably reflected.

-

-    _5_ Sighd they had: but now betwixt

-  Sighs of woe were glad sighs mixt:

-    With armes crost, yet testifying

-    Restles rest, and living dying.

-

-    _6_ Their eares hungrie of each word

-  Which the deare tongue would afford,

-    But their tongues restrained from walking,

-    Till their harts had ended talking.

-

-    _7_ But when their tongues could not speake,

-  Love it selfe did silence breake:

-    Love did set his lips asunder

-    Thus to speake in love and wonder.

-

-    _8_ _Stella_, Sovereigne of my joy,

-  Faire Triumphres in annoy:

-    _Stella_, Starre of heavenly fire,

-    _Stella_, loadstarre of desire.

-

-    _9_ _Stella_, in whose shining eyes

-  Are the lights of _Cupids_ skyes,

-    Whose beames where they are once darted

-    Love there with is straight imparted.

-

-    _10_ _Stella_, whose voyce when it speakes,

-  Sences all asunder breakes:

-  _Stella_, whose voyce when it singeth

-  Angles to acquaintance bringeth.

-

-    _11_ _Stella_, in whose bodie is

-  Writ the carecters of blis:

-    Whose sweete face all beautie passeth,

-    Save the minde which it surpasseth.

-

-    _12_ Graunt, ô graunt, but speach (alas)

-  Failes me, fearing on to passe:

-    Graunt to me, what am I saying?

-    But no sinne there is in praying.

-

-    _13_ Graunt (ô Deare) on knees I pray

-  (Knees on ground he then did stay)

-    That not I, but since I prove you,

-    Time and place from me nere move you.

-

-    _14_ Never season was more fit,

-  Never roome more apt for it:

-    Smiling aire allowes my reason:

-    These birds sing; now use the season.

-

-    _15_ This small winde which so sweete is,

-  See how it the leaves doth kis:

-    Each tree in his best attyring,

-    Sense of Love to Love inspiring.

-

-    _16_ Love makes earth the water drinke,

-  Love to earth makes water sinke:

-    And if dumb things be so wittie,

-    Shall a heavenly Grace want pittie?

-

-    _17_ There his hands (in their speach) faine

-  Would have made tongues language plaine:

-    But her hands his hands compelling,

-    Gave repulse, all grace expelling.

-

-    _18_ Therewithall, away she went,

-  Leaving him with passion rent,

-    With what she had done and spoken,

-    That therewith my song is broken.

-

-

-_The ninth Sonnet._

-

-  Goe my Flocke, goe get you hence,

-    Seeke a better place of feeding,

-  Where you may have some defence

-    From the stormes in my breast bleeding,

-    And showers from mine eyes proceeding.

-

-  _2_ Leave a wretch in whom all woe,

-    Can abide to keepe no measure;

-  Merrie Flocke, such one forgoe

-    Unto whom mirth is displeasure,

-    Onely rich in measures treasure.

-

-  _3_ Yet alas before you goe,

-    Heare your wofull Masters storie,

-  Which to stones I else would showe;

-    Sorrow onely then hath glorie,

-    When tis excellently sorie.

-

-  _4_ _Stella_, fairest Shepheardesse,

-    Fairest, but yet cruelst ever:

-  _Stella_, whom the heavens still blesse,

-    Though against me she persever,

-    Though I blisse inherit never.

-

-  _5_ _Stella_ hath refused mee,

-    _Stella_, who more love hath proved

-  In this caitiffe hart to bee,

-    Than can in good to us be moved

-    Towards Lambkins best beloved.

-

-  _6_ _Stella_ hath refused mee

-      _Astrophel_ that so well served.

-  In this plesant Spring (Muse) see,

-    While in pride flowers be preserved,

-    Himselfe onely, winter starved.

-

-  _7_ Why (alas) then doth she sweare

-    That she loveth me so deerely;

-  Seeing me so long to beare

-    Coales of love that burne so cleerly:

-    And yet leave me hopelesse meerly.

-

-  _8_ Is that love? forsooth I trow.

-    If I saw my good dogg grieved,

-  And a helpe for him did know,

-    My love should not be beleeved,

-    But he were by me releeved.

-

-  _9_ No, she hates me (welaway)

-    Faining love, somewhat to please me,

-  Knowing if she should display

-    All hate, death soone would seaze me,

-    And of hideous torments ease me.

-

-  _10_ Then my deare Flocke now adieu:

-    But alas, if in your straying

-  Heavenly _Stella_ meete with you,

-    Tell her in your piteous blaying

-    Her poore Slaves just decaying.

-

-

-_The Tenth Sonnet._

-

-  O Deare Life, when shall it bee,

-    That mine eyes thine eyes shall see,

-    And in them thy minde discover,

-  Whether absence have had force

-  Thy remembrance to divorce

-    From the image of thy Lover?

-

-  _2_ O if I my selfe finde not

-  By thine absence oft forgot,

-    Nor debard from Beauties treasure,

-  Let no tongue aspire to tell

-  In what high joyes I shall dwell,

-    Onely thought aimes at the pleasure.

-

-  _3_ Thought therefore will I send thee

-  To take up the place for mee,

-    Long I will not after tarrie:

-  There unseene thou maist be bold

-  Those faire wonders to behold,

-    Which in them my hopes do carrie.

-

-  _4_ Thought, see thou no place forbeare,

-  Enter bravely everiewhere,

-    Seaze on all to her belonging:

-  But if thou wouldst garded bee,

-  Fearing her beames, take with thee

-    Strength of liking, rage of longing.

-

-  _5_ O my Thoughts, my Thoughts surcease,

-  Your delights my woes encrease,

-    My life fleetes with too much thinking:

-  Thinke no more, but die in mee,

-  Till thou shalt received bee,

-    At her lips my _Nectar_ drinking.

-

-

-Finis Syr P. S.

-

-

-

-

-Transcriber’s Note

-

-

-List of changes made to the text to correct suspected printing errors

-(by comparison with other editions):

-

-Page 4, “romes” changed to “comes” (comes forth her grace).

-

-Page 17, “sume” changed to “some” (And of some sent).

-

-Page 17, “hormanship advaunc” changed to “horsmanship advaunce” (my

-skill in horsmanship advaunce).

-

-Page 26, “durssed” changed to “curssed” (curssed in my blisse).

-

-Page 26, “eloquene” changed to “eloquence” (with dumbe eloquence).

-

-Page 44, “love fooles” changed to “love. Fooles” (Doe _Stella_ love.

-Fooles, who doth it denie?).

-

-Page 47, “paise” changed to “praise” (all song of praise is due).

-

-Page 51, “hard” changed to “heard” (that heard not out).

-

-Page 52, “wrongs” changed to “wrongd” (Princes in subjects wrongd).

-

-Page 56, stanza number “_2_” added to the 7th sonnet.

-

-

-

-

-*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***

-

-Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will

-be renamed.

-

-Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright

-law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,

-so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the

-United States without permission and without paying copyright

-royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part

-of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project

-Gutenberg™ electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG™

-concept and trademark. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark,

-and may not be used if you charge for an eBook, except by following

-the terms of the trademark license, including paying royalties for use

-of the Project Gutenberg trademark. If you do not charge anything for

-copies of this eBook, complying with the trademark license is very

-easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose such as creation

-of derivative works, reports, performances and research. Project

-Gutenberg eBooks may be modified and printed and given away--you may

-do practically ANYTHING in the United States with eBooks not protected

-by U.S. copyright law. Redistribution is subject to the trademark

-license, especially commercial redistribution.

-

-START: FULL LICENSE

-

-THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE

-PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK

-

-To protect the Project Gutenberg™ mission of promoting the free

-distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work

-(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase “Project

-Gutenberg”), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full

-Project Gutenberg™ License available with this file or online at

-www.gutenberg.org/license.

-

-Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project

-Gutenberg™ electronic works

-

-1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg™

-electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to

-and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property

-(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all

-the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or

-destroy all copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works in your

-possession. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a

-Project Gutenberg™ electronic work and you do not agree to be bound

-by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the

-person or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph

-1.E.8.

-

-1.B. “Project Gutenberg” is a registered trademark. It may only be

-used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who

-agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few

-things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg™ electronic works

-even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See

-paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project

-Gutenberg™ electronic works if you follow the terms of this

-agreement and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg™

-electronic works. See paragraph 1.E below.

-

-1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation (“the

-Foundation” or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection

-of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works. Nearly all the individual

-works in the collection are in the public domain in the United

-States. If an individual work is unprotected by copyright law in the

-United States and you are located in the United States, we do not

-claim a right to prevent you from copying, distributing, performing,

-displaying or creating derivative works based on the work as long as

-all references to Project Gutenberg are removed. Of course, we hope

-that you will support the Project Gutenberg™ mission of promoting

-free access to electronic works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg™

-works in compliance with the terms of this agreement for keeping the

-Project Gutenberg™ name associated with the work. You can easily

-comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the

-same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg™ License when

-you share it without charge with others.

-

-1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern

-what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are

-in a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States,

-check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this

-agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing,

-distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any

-other Project Gutenberg™ work. The Foundation makes no

-representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any

-country other than the United States.

-

-1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:

-

-1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other

-immediate access to, the full Project Gutenberg™ License must appear

-prominently whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg™ work (any work

-on which the phrase “Project Gutenberg” appears, or with which the

-phrase “Project Gutenberg” is associated) is accessed, displayed,

-performed, viewed, copied or distributed:

-

-  This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and

-  most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no

-  restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it

-  under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this

-  eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the

-  United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where

-  you are located before using this eBook.

-

-1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work is

-derived from texts not protected by U.S. copyright law (does not

-contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the

-copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in

-the United States without paying any fees or charges. If you are

-redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase “Project

-Gutenberg” associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply

-either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 or

-obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg™

-trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.

-

-1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work is posted

-with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution

-must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any

-additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms

-will be linked to the Project Gutenberg™ License for all works

-posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the

-beginning of this work.

-

-1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg™

-License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this

-work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg™.

-

-1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this

-electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without

-prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with

-active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project

-Gutenberg™ License.

-

-1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,

-compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including

-any word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access

-to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg™ work in a format

-other than “Plain Vanilla ASCII” or other format used in the official

-version posted on the official Project Gutenberg™ website

-(www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense

-to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means

-of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original “Plain

-Vanilla ASCII” or other form. Any alternate format must include the

-full Project Gutenberg™ License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.

-

-1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,

-performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg™ works

-unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.

-

-1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing

-access to or distributing Project Gutenberg™ electronic works

-provided that:

-

-• You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from

-  the use of Project Gutenberg™ works calculated using the method

-  you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed

-  to the owner of the Project Gutenberg™ trademark, but he has

-  agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project

-  Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments must be paid

-  within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are

-  legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. Royalty

-  payments should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project

-  Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in

-  Section 4, “Information about donations to the Project Gutenberg

-  Literary Archive Foundation.”

-

-• You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies

-  you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he

-  does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg™

-  License. You must require such a user to return or destroy all

-  copies of the works possessed in a physical medium and discontinue

-  all use of and all access to other copies of Project Gutenberg™

-  works.

-

-• You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of

-  any money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the

-  electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of

-  receipt of the work.

-

-• You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free

-  distribution of Project Gutenberg™ works.

-

-1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project

-Gutenberg™ electronic work or group of works on different terms than

-are set forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing

-from the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the manager of

-the Project Gutenberg™ trademark. Contact the Foundation as set

-forth in Section 3 below.

-

-1.F.

-

-1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable

-effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread

-works not protected by U.S. copyright law in creating the Project

-Gutenberg™ collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg™

-electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may

-contain “Defects,” such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate

-or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other

-intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or

-other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or

-cannot be read by your equipment.

-

-1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the “Right

-of Replacement or Refund” described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project

-Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project

-Gutenberg™ trademark, and any other party distributing a Project

-Gutenberg™ electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all

-liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal

-fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT

-LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE

-PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE

-TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE

-LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR

-INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH

-DAMAGE.

-

-1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a

-defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can

-receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a

-written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you

-received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium

-with your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you

-with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in

-lieu of a refund. If you received the work electronically, the person

-or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second

-opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If

-the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing

-without further opportunities to fix the problem.

-

-1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth

-in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you “AS-IS”, WITH NO

-OTHER WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT

-LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.

-

-1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied

-warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of

-damages. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement

-violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the

-agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or

-limitation permitted by the applicable state law. The invalidity or

-unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the

-remaining provisions.

-

-1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the

-trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone

-providing copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works in

-accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the

-production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg™

-electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses,

-including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of

-the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this

-or any Project Gutenberg™ work, (b) alteration, modification, or

-additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg™ work, and (c) any

-Defect you cause.

-

-Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg™

-

-Project Gutenberg™ is synonymous with the free distribution of

-electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of

-computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It

-exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations

-from people in all walks of life.

-

-Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the

-assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg™'s

-goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg™ collection will

-remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project

-Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure

-and permanent future for Project Gutenberg™ and future

-generations. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see

-Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation information page at

-www.gutenberg.org

-

-Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation

-

-The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non-profit

-501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the

-state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal

-Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification

-number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by

-U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.

-

-The Foundation's business office is located at 809 North 1500 West,

-Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email contact links and up

-to date contact information can be found at the Foundation's website

-and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact

-

-Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg

-Literary Archive Foundation

-

-Project Gutenberg™ depends upon and cannot survive without

-widespread public support and donations to carry out its mission of

-increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be

-freely distributed in machine-readable form accessible by the widest

-array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations

-($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt

-status with the IRS.

-

-The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating

-charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United

-States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a

-considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up

-with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations

-where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND

-DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular

-state visit www.gutenberg.org/donate

-

-While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we

-have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition

-against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who

-approach us with offers to donate.

-

-International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make

-any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from

-outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.

-

-Please check the Project Gutenberg web pages for current donation

-methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other

-ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To

-donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate

-

-Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg™ electronic works

-

-Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project

-Gutenberg™ concept of a library of electronic works that could be

-freely shared with anyone. For forty years, he produced and

-distributed Project Gutenberg™ eBooks with only a loose network of

-volunteer support.

-

-Project Gutenberg™ eBooks are often created from several printed

-editions, all of which are confirmed as not protected by copyright in

-the U.S. unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not

-necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper

-edition.

-

-Most people start at our website which has the main PG search

-facility: www.gutenberg.org

-

-This website includes information about Project Gutenberg™,

-including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to

-subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.

-

-

+The Project Gutenberg eBook of Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella, by Philip Sidney
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and
+most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions
+whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
+of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at
+www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you
+will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before
+using this eBook.
+
+Title: Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella
+
+Author: Philip Sidney
+
+Release Date: January 14, 2018 [eBook #56375]
+[Most recently updated: March 12, 2023]
+
+Language: English
+
+Produced by: Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team
+
+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Note: Variable spelling and hyphenation have been retained
+from the original printing. Some minor errors in punctuation and
+capitalisation have been corrected, and some changes to the text are
+listed at the end.
+
+
+
+
+                              SIR P. S. HIS
+                              ASTROPHEL AND
+                                _STELLA_.
+
+                    Wherein the excellence of sweete
+                          Poesie is concluded.
+
+                             [Illustration]
+
+                               At London,
+                       Printed for Thomas Newman.
+                          _Anno Domini._ 1591.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SIR P. S. HIS ASTROPHEL AND _STELLA_.
+
+
+    Loving in trueth, and fayne my love in verse to show,
+  That the deere _Shee_, might take some pleasure of my paine:
+  Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
+  Knowledge might pittie winne, and pittie grace obtaine.
+    I sought fit wordes to paint the blackest face of woe,
+  Studying inventions fine, her wittes to entertaine,
+  Oft turning others leaves, to see if thence would flowe,
+  Some fresh and fruitfull showre, upon my Sunne-burnt braine.
+    But wordes came halting out, wanting inventions stay,
+  Invention Natures childe, fledde Stepdame studies blowes:
+  And others feete, still seem’de but strangers in my way,
+  Thus great with Childe to speake, and helplesse in my throwes,
+      Byting my trewand penne, beating my selfe for spite:
+      Foole saide my Muse to mee, looke in thy heart and write.
+
+    Not at first sight, nor with a dribbing shot,
+  Love gave the wound, which while I breath will bleede:
+  But knowne, worth did in mine of time proceede,
+  Till by degrees it had full conquest got.
+    I sawe and lik’d, I lik’d but loved not,
+  I lov’d, but did not straight what Love decreede:
+  At length to Loves decrees, I forst agreede:
+  Yet with repining at so partiall lot.
+    Now even that foot-steppe of lost libertie
+  Is gone, and now like slave borne Muscovite:
+  I call it praise to suffer tyrannie,
+  And now imploy the remnant of my wit
+      To make my selfe believe that all is well,
+      While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.
+
+    Let Daintie wittes cry on the Sisters nine,
+  That bravely maskt, their fancies may be tolde:
+  Or Pinders Apes flaunt they in phrases fine,
+  Enamling with pyde flowers their thoughts of gold:
+    Or els let them in statelyee glorie shine,
+  Ennobling new found tropes with problemes old:
+  Or with strange similes, inricht each line,
+  Of hearbes or beasts, which _Inde_ or _Affricke_ hold.
+      For me in sooth, no Muse but one I know,
+      Phrases and Problemes from my reach do growe.
+  And straunge things cost too deere for my poor sprites,
+      How then? even thus in _Stellas_ face I reede,
+      What love and beautie be, then all my deede
+  But coppying is, what in her nature writes.
+
+    Vertue (alas) now let me take some rest,
+  Thou set’st a bate betweene my will and wit;
+  If vaine love have my simple soule opprest,
+  Leave what thou lik’st not, deale not thou with it.
+    Thy Scepter use in some olde _Catoes_ brest,
+  Churches or Schooles are for thy seat more fit:
+  I doe confes, (pardon a fault confest,)
+  My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit.
+      But if that needes, thou wilt usurping bee
+      The little reason that is left in mee.
+  And still th’ effect of thy perswasions proove,
+      I sweare, my heart such one shall shew to thee,
+      That shrines in flesh so true a deitie,
+  That Vertue, thou thy selfe shalt be in love.
+
+    It is most true, that eyes are found to serve
+  The inward light: and that the heavenly part
+  Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerve,
+  Rebels to nature, strive for their owne smart.
+    It is most true, what wee call _Cupids_ dart,
+  An Image is, which for ourselves we carve:
+  And fooles adore, in Temple of our hart,
+  Till that good God make church and Church-men starve.
+    True that true beautie vertue is in deede,
+  Whereof this beautie can but be a shade:
+  Which Elements with mortall mixture breede,
+  True that on earth we are but Pilgrimes made,
+        And should in soule, up to our Country move:
+        True and most true, that I must _Stella_ love.
+
+  Some Lovers speake, when they their Muses entertaine
+  Of hopes begot, by feare, of wot not what desires,
+  Of force of heavenly beames, infusing hellish paine;
+  Of lyving deathes, deere woundes, faire Stormes, and friesing fyres.
+    Some one his songs in _Jove_ and _Joves_ straunge tales attyres,
+  Bordered with Bulles and Swannes, poudered with golden raine:
+  Another humbler witte to shepheards pipe retyres,
+  Yet hiding royall blood, full oft in Rurall vaine.
+        To some a sweetest plaint a sweetest stile affordes,
+        Whiles teares poure out his inke, and sighes breathe
+  His paper pale despaire, and paine his penne doth move.
+        I can speake what I feele, and feele as much as they,
+        But thinke that all the mappe of my state I display,
+  When trembling voice brings foorth, that I do _Stella_ love.
+
+  When nature made her chiefe worke, _Stella’s_ eyes,
+  In collour blacke, why wrapt she beames so bright?
+  Would she in beamy blacke like Painter wise,
+  Frame daintiest lustre mixte of shades of light?
+    Or did she els that sober hewe devise,
+  In object best, to strength and knitt our sighte
+  Least if no vaile these brave gleames did disguise,
+  They Sun-like should more dazell than delight.
+    Or would she her miraculous power shewe,
+  That whereas blacke seemes Beauties contrarie,
+  Shee even in blacke doth make all Beauties flower
+  Both so and thus; she minding Love should bee
+        Plaste ever there, gave him this mourning weede:
+        To honour all their deathes, which for her bleede.
+
+  Love borne in _Greece_, of late fled from his native place,
+  Forst by a tedious proofe, that Turkish hardned hart
+  Were no fit marke, to pearce with his fine pointed dart:
+  And pleasd with our lost peace, staide here his fleeting race.
+  But finding these North climes, too coldlie him imbrace,
+        Not usde to frosen clippes, he strave to finde some part
+        Where with most ease and warmth, he might imploy his art.
+  At length he preach’d himselfe in _Stellas_ joyfull face,
+  Whose faire skinne, beamie eyes, like morning Sunne on snow:
+  Deceiv’d the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light,
+  Effects of livelie heate must needes in nature growe.
+  But shee most faire, most colde; made him thence take his flight
+        To my close hart; where while some fire brands he did lay,
+        He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fly away.
+
+  Queene Vertues Court, which some call _Stellas_ face,
+  Prepar’d by Natures cheefest furniture:
+  Hath his front built of Alabaster pure.
+  Gold is the covering of that statelie place.
+  The doore, by which sometimes comes forth her grace
+        Red Porphire is, which locke of Pearle makes sure:
+        Whose Porches rich, with name of chekes indure,
+  Marble mixt red and white, doe enterlace.
+  The Windowes now, through which this heavenly guest
+  Lookes ore the world, and can finde nothing such,
+  Which dare claime from those lights the name of best,
+  Of touch they are, that without touch doe touch,
+        Which Cupids selfe, from beauties mine did drawe:
+        Of touch they are, and poore I am their strawe.
+
+  Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still
+  Would’st brabling be, with sence and love in me:
+  I rather with thee climbe the Muses hill,
+  Or reach the fruite of Natures chiefest tree:
+    Or seeke heavens course, or heavens inside to see:
+  Why should’st thou toyle, our thornie soyle to till?
+  Leave sence and those that sences objects be,
+  Deale thou with powers, of thoughts leave love to will.
+    But thou wouldst needes fight both with Love and sence,
+  With sworde of witte, giving woundes of dispraise:
+  Till down-right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence,
+  So soone as they strake thee with _Stellas_ rayes.
+        Reason, thou knewest, and offered straight to prove;
+        By reason good, good reason her to love.
+
+  In truth oh Love: with what a boyish kinde
+  Thou doost proceede, in thy most serious waies;
+  That when the heaven to thee his best displaies,
+  Yet of that best thou leav’st the best behinde.
+  That like a Childe that some faire booke doth finde
+        With gilden leaves of colloured Velom, playes
+        Or at the most on some faire picture stares,
+  But never heedes the fruite of Writers minde.
+  So when thou sawest in Natures cabinet,
+  _Stella_, thou straight lokest babies in her eyes:
+  In her chekes pit, thou didst thy pitfall set,
+  And in her brest bo-peepe or touching lyes,
+        Playing and shining in each outward part:
+        But foole seekst not to get into her hart.
+
+  _Cupid_ because thou shin’st in _Stellas_ eyes,
+  That from her lookes thy day-nets now scapes free:
+  That those lips swelde so full of thee they be.
+  That her sweet breath makes all thy flames t’arise,
+  That in her brest thy pap well sugred lyes,
+    That her grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that shee,
+    What word so ere shee speakes, perswades for thee:
+  That her cleere voice, lifts thy fame to the skyes.
+    Thou countest _Stella_ thine, like those whose powres
+  Having got up a breach; (by fighting well)
+  Cry victorie, this faire day all is ours:
+  Oh no, her heart is such a Cytadell.
+        So fortified with wit, stor’d with disdaine:
+        That to winne it, is all the skill and paine.
+
+  _Phœbus_ was Judge, betweene _Jove_, _Mars,_ & love,
+  Of those three Gods whose armes the fairest were:
+  _Joves_ golden shield, did Eagle Sables beare:
+  Whose talents held young _Ganimede_ above.
+    But in verde fielde, _Mars_ bare a golden Speare,
+        Which through a bleeding heart, his point did shove:
+        Each had his Crest, _Mars_ carried _Venus_ glove.
+  _Jove_ on his Helme the Thunderbolt did reare.
+  _Cupid_ then smiles, for on his crest there lyes
+        _Stellas_ faire haire, her face he makes his shielde:
+        Where Roses gueules, are borne in silver fielde.
+  _Phœbus_ drewe wide the Curtaine of the skyes
+        To blase the last, and swore devoutly then:
+        The first thus macht, were scarcely Gentlemen.
+
+  Alas, have I not paine enough my friend,
+  Uppon whose breast, a fiercer gripe doth tyre,
+  Than did on him, who first stole downe the fyre;
+    While Love on me, doth all his quiver spend,
+    But with your rubarbe wordes you must contend,
+  To greeve me worse in saying, that desier
+  Doth plunge my well form’d soule, even in the mier
+    Of sinfull thoughtes, which doe in ruine ende.
+    If that be sinne which doth the manners frame,
+  Well stayed with trueth, in worde and faith of deede,
+  Readie of wit, and fearing nought but shame;
+  If it be sin which in fixt hart dooth breede,
+    A loathing of all lose unchastitie;
+    Then love is sin, and let me sinfull bee.
+
+  You that do search for every purling spring,
+  Which from the rybs of old _Parnassus_ flowes,
+  And every flower (not sweete perhaps) which growes
+  Neere there about, into your Poesie wring.
+  Ye that do Dictionaries method bring
+    Into your rymes, running in ratling rowes,
+    You that poore _Petrarchs_ long deceased woes
+  With new borne sighes, & devised wit do sing;
+  You take wrong wayes, those far-fet helps be such,
+  As doe bewray a want of inward tutch,
+  And sure at length stolne goods doe come to light.
+  But if both for your love and skill you name,
+  You seeke to nurse at fullest brest of Fame,
+  _Stella_ behold and then begin t’endite.
+
+  In nature apt to like, when I did see
+  Beauties which were of many Carrects fine,
+  My boyling spirits did thether soone encline,
+  And Love I thought that I was full of thee;
+  But finding not those restles flames in mee
+    Which others said did make their soules to pyne,
+    I thought those babes of some pins hurt did whine:
+  By my love judging what loves paines might be.
+  But while I thus with this young Lyon plaid,
+  Myne eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld
+  _Stella_: now shee is nam’de, neede more be sayd?
+  In her sight I a lesson new have speld.
+    I now have learnd love right, and learnd even so,
+    As who by being poysond doth poyson know.
+
+  His mother deere _Cupid_ offended late,
+  Because that _Mars_ grew slacker in her love,
+  With pricking shot he did not throughly move
+  To keepe the pace of their first loving state:
+  The boy refusde, for feare of _Marses_ hate;
+    Who threatned stripes, if he his wrath did prove:
+    But she in chafe him from her lap did shove,
+  Brake bowe, brake shafts, where _Cupid_ weeping sate,
+  Till that his Grandam Nature pittying it,
+  Of _Stellas_ browes made him two better bowes:
+  And in her eyes of arrowes infinit.
+  O how for joye he leapes, ô how he crowes;
+    And straight therewith, like wagges new got to play:
+    Falls to shrewde turnes, and I was in his way.
+
+  With what strange checkes I in my selfe am shent,
+  When into Reasons Audit I doe goe:
+  And by just counts my selfe a Bankerowt know
+  Of all those goods which heaven to me hath lent,
+  Unable quite, to pay even Natures rent,
+    Which unto it by birth-right I doe owe:
+    And which is worse, no good excuse can showe,
+  But that my wealth I have most idely spent,
+  My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toyes,
+  My wit doth strive, those passions to defende
+  Which for reward, spoyle it with vaine annoyes;
+  I see my course, to lose my selfe doth bende.
+    I see and yet no greater sorrowe take
+    Than that I looke no more for _Stellas_ sake.
+
+  On _Cupids_ bowe, how are my hart strings bent?
+  That see my wracke, and yet imbrace the same:
+  When most I glorie, then I feele most shame;
+  I willing run, yet while I runne repent;
+  My best wittes still their owne disgrace invent,
+    My verie ynke, turnes straight to _Stella’s_ name:
+    And yet my words (as them my penne doth frame)
+  Against themselves that they are vainely spent.
+  For though she passe all things, yet what is all
+  That unto me, who fare like him that both
+  Lookes to the skyes and in a ditch doth fall,
+  O let me prop my mind yet in his grouth
+    And not in nature, for best fruits unfit;
+    Scholler saith Love bend hitherward your wit.
+
+  Fly, flye my friends, I have my deathes wound, flye;
+  See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,
+  Who like a thiefe hid in a bush doth lye,
+  Tyll blooddy bullet get him wrongfull pray.
+  So, tyrant he no fitter place could spy,
+  Nor so farre levell in so secrete stay:
+  As that sweete blacke which veiles thy heavenly eye.
+  There himselfe with his shot he close doth laye.
+  Poore passenger, passe now thereby I did,
+    And staid pleasd with prospect of the place,
+  While that black hue from me the bad guest hid,
+  But straight I saw motions of lightnings grace,
+    And there descried the glisterings of his dart:
+    But ere I could flie thence, it pearst my hart.
+
+  Your words my freend right helthfull caustickes blame.
+  My young minde marde whom Love doth windlase so:
+  That my owne writings like bad servants showe
+  My wits, quick in vaine thoughts, in vertue lame;
+  That _Plato_ I reade for nought, but if he tame
+  Such coltish giers; that to my birth I owe
+  Nobler desires: lest els that friendly foe
+  Great expectation were a traine of shame.
+    For since mad _March_ great promise made to mee,
+    If now the _May_ of my yeeres much decline,
+  What can be hop’d my harvest time will be,
+  Sure you say well, your wisedomes golden myne
+    Digs deepe with learnings spade: now tell me this,
+    Hath this world ought so faire as _Stella_ is?
+
+  In highest way of heaven the Sunne did ride,
+  Progressing then from fayre Twynns golden place,
+  Having no maske of Clowdes before his face,
+  But shining forth of heat in his chiefe pride,
+  When some faire Ladies by hard promise tyde,
+    On horsebacke met him in his furious race,
+    Yet each prepar’de with Fannes well shading grace,
+  From that foes wounds their tender skinnes to hide.
+  _Stella_ alone, with face unarmed marcht,
+  Either to doe like him, which open shone:
+  Or carelesse of the welth, because her owne.
+  Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parcht,
+    Her dainties bare went free; the cause was this,
+    The Sunne which others burnt, did her but kisse.
+
+  The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenes
+  Bewray it selfe in my long setled eyes:
+  Whence those same fumes of mellancholie rise,
+  With idle paines and missing ayme do gesse;
+  Some that know how, my spring I did adresse,
+    Deem’d that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes:
+    Others, because the Prince my service tryes,
+  Thinke that I thinke, State errors to redresse;
+  But harder Judges, judge ambitious rage,
+  (Scourge of it selfe, still clyming slippery place)
+  Holds my young braine captiv’d in golden cage.
+  O fooles, or over-wise, alas the case;
+    Of all my thoughts have neither stop nor start,
+    But onely _Stellas_ eyes, and _Stellas_ hart.
+
+  Rich fooles there there be, whose base and filthie hart,
+  Lyes hatching still the goods wherein they flow:
+  And damning their owne selves to _Tantal’s_ smart,
+  Welth breeding want, more rich, more wretched grow.
+  Yet to those fooles, heaven doth such wit impart,
+  As what their hands doe hold, their heads doe know.
+  And knowing love, and loving lay apart,
+  As scattered things, farre from all dangers show.
+    But that rich foole, who by blind Fortunes lot,
+  The richest gem of love and life enjoyes,
+  And can with foule abuse such beauties blot:
+  Let him deprived of sweet, but unfelt joyes
+    Exilde for aye, from those high treasures which
+    He knowes not grow, in onely follie rich.
+
+  The wisest scholler of the wight most wise,
+  By _Phœbus_ doome, with sugred sentence sayes:
+  That vertue if it once meete with our eyes,
+  Strange flames of love it in our soules would rayse.
+    But for that man with paine this truth discries,
+  While he each thing in sences ballance wayes,
+  And so, nor will nor can behold those skyes,
+  Which inward Summe to heroicke mindes displaies.
+    Vertue of late with vertuous care to stir
+  Love of himselfe, takes _Stellas_ shape, that hee
+  To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her.
+  It is most true, for since I her did see,
+    Vertues great beautie in her face I prove,
+    And finde th’ effect, for I doe burne in love.
+
+  Though duskie wits dare scorne Astrologie,
+  And fooles can thinke those lampes of purest light,
+  Whose number, waies, greatnes, eternitie,
+  Promising wondrous wonders to invite,
+    To have for no cause birth-right in the skyes.
+  But for to spangle the blacke weedes of Night,
+  Or for some Braule which in that Chamber hie,
+  They should still daunce to please a gazers sight.
+  For mee I doe Nature unydle know,
+  And know great causes, great effects procure,
+  And know those bodies high, raigne on the low.
+  And if these rules did fayle, proofe makes me sure,
+    Who oft foresee my after following case,
+    By onely those two starres in _Stella’s_ face.
+
+  Because I oft in darke abstracted guise,
+  Seeme most alone in greatest company,
+  With dearth of words, and aunswers quite awry,
+  To them that would make speech of speech arise;
+  They deeme, and of their doome the rumor flies,
+    That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lie
+    So in my swelling brest, that onely I
+  Faune on my selfe, all others doe dispise:
+  Yet pride (I thinke) doth not my soule possesse,
+  (Which lookes too oft in this unflattering glasse)
+  But one worse fault, ambition I confesse,
+  That makes me oft my best freends over-passe,
+    Unseene unheard, while thought to highest place
+    Bends all his powers, even unto _Stellas_ grace.
+
+  You that with allegories curious frame
+  Of others children changelings use to make,
+  With mee those paines for good now doe not take,
+  I list not dig so deepe for brasen fame.
+  When I see _Stella_, I doe meane the same
+    Princesse of beautie, for whose onely sake,
+    The raynes of love I love, though never slake;
+  And joy therein, though Nations count it shame:
+  I begge no subject to use eloquence,
+  Nor in hid waies to guide Philosophie,
+  Looke at my hands for no such quintessence,
+  But know that I in pure simplicitie,
+    Breath out the flames which burn within my hart,
+    Love only leading me into this arte.
+
+  Like some weake Lords Neighbord by mightie kings,
+  To keepe themselves and their chiefe Cities free,
+  Doe easily yeelde, that all their coast may be
+  Readie to serve their Campe of needfull things:
+  So _Stellas_ hart finding what power Love brings,
+    To keepe it selfe in life and libertie,
+    Doth willing graunt that in the Frontire he
+  Use all to help his other conquerings.
+  And thus her hart escapes, but thus her eyes
+  Serve him with shot, her lips his Heralds are,
+  Her brests his Tents, legges his tryumphall Chare,
+  Herselfe his foode, her skin his Armour brave.
+    And I but for because my prospect lyes:
+    Upon that coast, am given up for slave.
+
+  Whether the Turkish new Moone minded be,
+  To fill her hornes this yeere on Christian coast,
+  How Polands King mindes without leave of hoast,
+  To warme with ill made fire cold _Muscovie_,
+  If French can yet three parts in one agree,
+  What now the Dutch in their full diets boast,
+  How Holland harts, now so good Townes are lost,
+  Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree.
+  How Ulster likes of the same goldenbitt,
+  Wherewith my Father made it once halfe tame,
+  If in the Scottish Court be weltering yet;
+  These questions busie wits to me do frame,
+    I combered with good manners, aunswere doe,
+    But know not how, for still I thinke on _you_.
+
+  With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim’st the skyes,
+  How silently, and with how meane a face,
+  What may it be, that even in heavenly place,
+  That busie Archer his sharpe Arrowes tryes?
+  Sure if that long with love acquainted eyes
+    Can judge of love, thou feelst of Lovers case,
+    I reade within thy lookes thy languisht grace.
+  To mee that feele the like, my state discries.
+  Then even of fellowship ô Moone tell me,
+  Is constant love deemde there but want of wit?
+  Are beauties there, as proude as here there be?
+  Doe they above, love to be lov’d, and yet
+    Those Lovers scorne, whom that love doth possesse?
+    Doe they call vertue there ungratefulnesse?
+
+  _Morpheus_ the lively sonne of deadlie Sleepe,
+  Witnes of life to them that living die:
+  A Prophet oft, and oft an Historie,
+  A Poet eake as humors flye and creepe:
+  Since thou in me so sure a power doost keepe,
+    That never I with clos’d up fence doe lye,
+    But by thy worke, my _Stella_ I discry,
+  Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe,
+  Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell,
+  Whence hast thou Ivorie, Rubies, Pearle, and Golde,
+  To shew _her_ skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?
+  (Foole aunswers he) no _Indes_ such treasures hold,
+    But from thy hart, while my Sire charmeth thee,
+    Sweet _Stellas_ Image I do steale to mee.
+
+  I might, unhappy word, (woe me) I might,
+  And then would not, nor could not see my blisse:
+  Till now, wrapt in a most infernall Night,
+  I finde, how heavenly day (wretch) did I misse;
+  Hart rent thy selfe, thou doost thy selfe but right.
+    No lovely _Paris_ made thy _Helen_ his,
+    No force, no fraude, robd thee of thy delight,
+  Nor fortune of thy fortune Author is;
+  But to my selfe, my selfe did give the blow,
+  While too much wit forsooth so trubled me,
+  That I respects for both our sakes must show,
+  And yet could not by rysing morne fore-see,
+    How faire a day was neere, (ô punisht eyes)
+    That I had beene more foolish, or more wise.
+
+  Come let me write, and to what end? to ease
+  A burthened hart, (how can words ease, which are
+  The glasses of thy daily vexing care?)
+  Oft cruell fights well pictured forth doe please,
+  Art not asham’d to publish thy disease?
+    Nay, that may breede my fame, it is so rare,
+    But will not wise men thinke thy words fonde ware?
+  Then be they close, and they shall none displease,
+  What idler thing than speake and not be heard?
+  What harder thing than smart and not to speake?
+  Peace foolish wit, with wit my wit is marde;
+  Thus write I while I doubt to write, and wreake
+    My harmes in ynkes poore losse, perhaps some finde
+    _Stellas_ great power, that so confus’d my minde.
+
+  What may words say? or what may words not say,
+  Where truth it selfe must speake like flattery?
+  Within what bounds can one his lyking stay,
+  Where Nature doth with infinite agree?
+    What _Nestors_ counsell can my flames allay,
+  Since Reasons selfe doth blow the coles to me?
+  And ah, what hope that hope should once see day,
+  Where _Cupid_ is sworne page to Chastitie;
+  Honour is honoured that thou dost possesse
+  Him as thy slave, and now long needie Fame
+  Doth even grow rich, meaning my _Stellas_ name;
+  Wit learnes in _thee_ perfection to expresse,
+    Not _thou_ by praise, but praise in _thee_ is raised,
+    It is a praise, to praise where _thou_ art praised.
+
+  _Stella_, whence doth these newe assaults arise,
+  A conquerd, yeelding, ransackt hart to win?
+  Whereto long since, through my long battred eyes,
+  Whole Armies of _thy_ beauties entred in,
+    And there long since, Love thy Lieuetenant lyes,
+  My forces raz’d, thy banners rais’d within
+  Of conquest, what do these effects suffise,
+  But wilt new warre uppon thine owne begin,
+  With so sweet voyce, and by sweet nature so,
+  In sweetest strength, so sweetly skild withall,
+  In all sweet stratagems sweet Art can shew:
+  That not my soule which at thy foot did fall
+    Long since forst by thy beames; but stone nor tree
+    By sences priviledge can scape from thee.
+
+  This night while sleepe begins, with heavie wings
+  To close mine eyes, and the unbitted thought
+  Doth fall to stray, and my chiefe powers are brought
+  To leave the scepter of all subject things,
+  The first that straight my fancies errour brings
+    Unto my minde, is _Stellas_ Image, wrought
+    By Loves owne selfe, but with so curious draught,
+  That she me thinkes not onely shines but sings:
+  I start, looke, harke, but what inclos’d up sence
+  Was helde in open sence it flyes away,
+  Leaving me nought but wayling eloquence.
+  I seeing Better sights in sighes decay,
+    Conclude a new, and woed Sleepe againe,
+    But him her hoast that unkind guest had slaine.
+
+  Come Sleepe, ô Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,
+  The bathing place of wits, the balme of woe,
+  The poore mans wealth, the prysoners release,
+  The indifferent judge betweene the high and lowe,
+  With shield of proofe, shield me from out the presse
+    Of these fierce darts, Dispaire at me doth throw;
+    O make in me those civill warres to cease:
+  I will good trybute pay if thou do so.
+  Take thou of me smooth pillowes, sweetest bed;
+  A chamber deafe of noyse, and blinde of light,
+  A rosie garland, and a wearie head.
+  And if these things (as being thine in right)
+    Move not thy heavie grace, thou shalt in mee
+    Livelier than els where _Stellas_ Image see.
+
+  As good to write, as for to lie and groane,
+  O _Stella_ deere, how much _thy_ power hath wrought,
+  That hast my minde now of the basest brought,
+  My still kept course while others sleepe to moane;
+  Alas if from the height of Vertues throane,
+    Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought,
+    Upon a wretch which long _thy_ grace hath sought,
+  Way then how I by thee am overthrowne;
+  And then thinke thus, although _thy_ beautie be
+  Made manifest, by such a victorie,
+  Yet noblest Conquerers doe wreake avoide;
+    Since then _thou_ hast so farre subdued me,
+    That in my hart I offer still to _thee_,
+  O doe not let thy Temple be destroide.
+
+  Having this days, my horse, my hand, my Launce
+  Guided so well, that I obtaind the prize,
+  Both by the judgment of the English eyes,
+  And of some sent from that sweet enmie Fraunce,
+  Horsmen my skill in horsmanship advaunce,
+    Towne folke my strength: a daintier Judge applies
+    His praise to flight, which from good use doth rise:
+  Some luckie wits, impute it but to chaunce:
+  Others, because from both sides I doe take
+  My blood, from them that doe excell in this,
+  Thinke Nature me a man at Armes did make.
+  How farre they shoot awry; the true cause is,
+    _Stella_ lookt on, and from her heavenly face,
+    Sent forth the beames, which made so faire a race.
+
+  O Eyes which doe the Spheres of beautie move,
+  Whose beames all joyes, whose joyes all vertues be:
+  Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
+  The Schooles where _Venus_ hath learnd Chastitie;
+    O eyes, where humble lookes most glorious prove,
+    Onely loved tyrants just in crueltie.
+  Doe not, doe not, from poore me, once remove,
+  Keepe still my Zenith, ever shine on me;
+  For though I never see them, but straight waies
+  My life forgets to nourish languisht sprights:
+  Yet still on me (ô eyes) dart downe your rayes;
+  And if from Majestie of sacred Lights
+    Oppressing mortall sence, my death proceede:
+    Wreckes tryumphs best, which Love hie set doth breed.
+
+  Faire eyes, sweet lips, deere hart, that foolish I
+  Could hope by _Cupids_ helpe, on you to pray:
+  Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply,
+  As his maine force, chiefe sport, and easefull stay.
+    For when he will see who dare him gainsay,
+    Then with those eyes he lookes, loe by and by,
+  Each soule doth at Loves feete his weapons lay,
+  Glad if for _her_ he give them leave to die.
+  When he will play, then in _her_ lips he is,
+  Where blushing red, that Loves selfe them do love,
+  With either lip he doth the other kisse
+  But when he will for quiets sake remove
+    From all the world, _her_ hart is then his roome:
+    Where well he knowes, no man to him can come.
+
+  My words I know doe well set forth my minde,
+  My minde bemones his sence of inward smart;
+  Such smart may pittie claime of any hart;
+  _Her_ hart, sweete hart, is of no Tygers kinde,
+  And yet _she_ heares, and I no pittie finde,
+    But more I cry, lesse grace _she_ doth impart;
+    Alas, what cause is there so overthwart,
+  That Noblenes it selfe makes thus unkinde?
+  I much doe gesse, yet finde no truth save this,
+  That when the breath of my complaint doe touch
+  Those daintie doores unto the Court of Blisse,
+  The heavenly nature of that place is such:
+    That once come there, the sobs of my annoyes,
+    Are metamorphos’d straight to tunes of joyes.
+
+  _Stella_ oft sees the verie face of woes
+  Painted in my beclowded stormie face:
+  But cannot skill to pittie my disgrace;
+  No though thereof the cause _her selfe shee_ knowes.
+  Yet hearing late a fable which did show,
+    Of Lovers never knowne, (a grievous case)
+    Pittie thereof got in her breast such place,
+  As from _her_ eyes, a Spring of teares did flow.
+  Alas, if Fancie drawne by ymag’d things,
+  Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breede
+  Then Servants wreck, where new doubts honor brings,
+  Than thinke my _Deere_, that in me you doe reede
+    Of Lovers ruine some thrise sad Tragædie:
+    I am not I, pittie the tale of me.
+
+  I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case,
+  Blind hitting Boy, since _shee_ that thee and me
+  Rules with a becke, so tyranniseth thee,
+  That thou must want or foode or dwelling place;
+  For _Shee_ protests to banish thee _her_ face.
+    _Her_ face (ô Love) a roge thou then should’st bee,
+    If Love learne not alone to love and see,
+  Without desire to feede on further grace.
+  Alas poore wagge, that now a Scholler art
+  To such a Schoole-mistris, whose lessons new
+  Thou needes must misse, and so thou needes must smart;
+  Yet _deere_, let me this pardon get of _you_,
+    So long though he from booke mich to desire.
+    Till without Fuell, _thou_ can make hote fire.
+
+  What, have I thus betraide my libertie,
+  Can those black beames, such burning marks engrave
+  In my free side, or am I borne a slave,
+  Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie?
+  Or want I sence to feele my miserie,
+    Or spirit, disdaine of such disdaine to have,
+    Who for long faith the daily helpe I crave,
+  May get no almes, but scorne of beggerie.
+  Vertue awake, beautie but beautie is;
+  I may, I must, I can, I will, I doe
+  Leave following that which it is gaine to misse,
+  Let her goe: soft, but there she comes, goe to,
+    Unkind I love you, not, (O mee) that eye
+    Doth make my hart give to my tongue a lye.
+
+  Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,
+  Where vertue is made strong by beauties might,
+  Where love is chastnes, paine doth learne delight,
+  And humblenes growes on with majestie;
+  What ever may ensue, O let me be
+    Copartner of the ritches of that sight:
+    Let not mine eyes be driven from that light;
+  ô looke, ô shine, ô let me die and see,
+  For though I oft my selfe of them bemone,
+  That through my hart their beamie darts be gone,
+  Whose curelesse wounds even nowe most freshly bleede;
+    Yet since my deaths wound is already got,
+    Deere killer, spare not _thy_ sweete cruell shot,
+  A kinde of grace it is to slaye with speede.
+
+  I on my horse, and Love on me doth trie
+  Our horsmanship, while by strange worke I prove,
+  A horsman to my horse, a horse to Love;
+  And now mans wrongs in me poore beast discry.
+  The raines wherewith my ryder doth me tie
+    Are reverent thoughts, which bit of reverence move,
+    Curbde in with feare, but with gilt bosse above
+  Of hope, which makes it seeme faire to the eye:
+  The wande is will, thou fancie saddle art,
+  Girt fast by memorie; and while I spurre
+  My horse, he spurres with sharpe desires my hart,
+  He sits me fast how ever I doe sturre,
+    And now hath made me to his hand so right,
+    That in the manage, my selfe do take delight.
+
+  _Stella_, the fulnes of my thoughts of thee
+  Cannot be stayed within my panting brest:
+  But they do swell and struggle forth of me,
+  Till that in words thy figure be exprest;
+  And yet as soone as they so formed be,
+    According to my Lord Loves owne behest,
+    With sad eyes I their weake proportion see
+  To portract what within this world is best.
+  So that I cannot chuse but write my minde,
+  And cannot chuse but put out what I write,
+  While those poore babes their death in birth doe find;
+  And now my penne these lynes had dashed quite,
+    But that they stop his furie from the same:
+    Because their fore-front beares sweet _Stellas_ name.
+
+  Pardon mine eares, both I and they doe pray,
+  So may _your_ tongue full flauntingly proceede,
+  To them that doe such entertainments neede;
+  So may _you_ still have somewhat new to say.
+  On sillie me, doe not _you_ burthen lay
+    Of all the grave conceipts _your_ braine doth breede,
+    But find some _Hercules_, to beard (in steede
+  Of _Atlas_ tyrde) _your_ wisedomes heavenly sway.
+  For me while you discourse of courtly tydes,
+  Of cunningst Fishers in most troubled streames,
+  Of straying waves when valiant errour guides:
+  Meane while my hart confers with _Stellas_ beames,
+    And is even woe that so sweet Comedie,
+  By such unfuted speech, should hindered be.
+
+  A Strife is growne betweene Vertue and Love,
+  While each pretends, that _Stella_ must be his;
+  Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love doe this,
+  Since they doe weare his badge, most firmely prove;
+  But Vertue thus, that title doth disprove.
+    That _Stella_, (ô deere name) that _Stella_ is,
+    That vertuous Soule, sure heyre of heavenly Blisse:
+  Not this faire outside, which our hart doth move;
+  And therefore, though _her_ beauty and _her_ grace,
+  Be Loves indeede, in _Stellas_ selfe he may
+  By no pretence claime any manner place.
+  Well Love, since this Demurre our sute doth staie.
+    Let Vertue have that _Stellas_ selfe, yet thus,
+    That Vertue but that body graunt to us.
+
+  In Martiall sportes I had my cunning tryde,
+  And yet to breake more Staves I did mee adresse
+  While that the peopl’s showtes: I must confesse,
+  Youth, luck, and praise, even filld my vaines with pride;
+    When _Cupid_ having me his slave descride,
+    In _Mars_ his liverie, prauncing in the presse.
+  What now sir foole said he (I would no lesse)
+  Looke heere I say; I lookt, and _Stella_ spide:
+  Who hard by through a window sent forth light;
+  My hart then quake, then daz’led were my eyes.
+  One hand forgot to rule, th’ other to fight,
+  No Trumpet sound I heard, nor freendly cries;
+    My foe came on, and beate the ayre for mee,
+    Till that her blush, taught me my shame to see.
+
+  Because I breathe not love to every one,
+  Nor doe not use sette Colours for to weare:
+  Nor nourish speciall locks with vowed haire,
+  Nor give each speech a full point of a grone,
+  The Courtly Nymphes acquainted with the mone
+    Of them, which in their lips Loves Standard beare:
+  What he, (say they of me) now I dare sweare,
+  He cannot love: no, no, let him alone.
+    And thinke so still, so _Stella_ know my minde.
+  Professe in deede, I do not _Cupid’s_ art.
+  But you faire Maides, at length this true shall find,
+  That his right badge, is but worne in the hart.
+    Dumbe Swans, not chattering Pyes doe Lovers prove,
+    They love in deed, who quake to say they love.
+
+  Fie schoole of Patience, fie, your Lesson is
+  Far far too long, to learne it without booke:
+  What, a whole weeke, without one peece of looke?
+  And thinke I should not your large precepts misse,
+  When I might reade those Letters faire of blisse,
+  Which in _her_ face teach vertue, I could brooke,
+    Somewhat thy leaden counsels which I tooke:
+  As of a freend that meant not much amisse:
+  But now alas, that I doe want _her_ sight,
+  What doost thou thinke that I can ever take,
+  In thy colde stuffe, a phlegmatick delight?
+  No Patience, if thou wilt my good, then make
+    Her come, and heare with patience my desires
+    And then with patience bid me beare my fire.
+
+  Muses, I oft invoked your whole ayde,
+  With choisest flowres, my speech t’engarland so,
+  That it disguisde, in true (but naked) show,
+  Might winne some grace in your sweet skill arraide;
+  And oft whole troupes of saddest words I stayde,
+    Striving abroade, a forraging to goe,
+    Untill by your inspiring I might know,
+  How their blacke banners might be best displaid.
+  But now I meane no more your helpe to trye.
+    Nor other sugering of speech to prove,
+    But on _her_ name uncessantly to cry.
+  For let me but name _her_ whom I doe love,
+    So sweete sounde straight my eares and hart doe hit,
+    That I well finde no eloquence like it.
+
+  Woe having made with many sighs his owne
+  Each sense of mine; each gift, each power of minde
+  Growne now his slaves, he forst them out to finde
+  The throwest words, fit for woes selfe to grone
+  Hoping that when they might finde _Stella_ alone,
+    Before _she_ could prepare to be unkind,
+    _Her_ soule (armed with such a daintie rinde,)
+  Should soone be hurt with sharpnes of the mone.
+  _She_ heard my plaints, and did not onely heare.
+  But them, so sweet is _she_, most sweetly sing,
+  With that faire brest, making Woes darknes cleere,
+  A prittie case I hoped her to bring,
+    To feele my griefe, and she with face and voice,
+    So sweetes my paines, that my paines me rejoyce.
+
+  Doubt there hath beene, when with his golden chaine
+  The Orator so farre mens harts doth bind:
+  That no pace els their guided steps can find;
+  But as in them more shorte or slacke doth raine.
+  Whether with words this sou’raigntte be gaine,
+    Clothde with fine tropes with strongest reason lin’d,
+    Or els pronouncing grace, wherewith his minde
+  Prints his owne lively forme, in rudest braine.
+  Now judge by this, in pearcing phrases late
+  Th’ Anatomie of all my woes I wrate,
+  _Stellas_ sweete breath the same to me did reede.
+    Oh voyce, oh face mauger my speeches might,
+    With wooed woe, most ravishing delight,
+  Even in sad mee a joy to me did breede.
+
+  Deere, why make you more of a dogge than me?
+  If he doe love, alas I burne in love;
+  If he waite well, I never thence would move;
+  If he be faire, yet but a dogge can be;
+  Little he is, so little worth is he:
+    He barkes, my songs thyne owne voyce oft doth prove;
+    Bidden, (perhaps) he fetcheth _thee_ a glove?
+  But I unbid, fetch even my soule to _thee_
+  Yet while I languish, him that bosome clips,
+  That lap doth lap, nay lets in spight of spight
+  This sour-breath’d mate tast of those sugred lips;
+  Alas, if _you_ graunt onely such delight
+    To witles things, then Love I hope, (since wit
+    Becomes a clogge) will soone ease me of it.
+
+  When my good Angell guides me to the place
+  where al my good I do in _Stella_ see,
+  That Heaven of joyes throwes only downe on me
+  Thundred disdaines, and Lightning of disgrace;
+  But when the ruggedst step of fortunes race
+    Makes me fall from _her_ sight, then sweetly _she_
+    With words, whereing the _Muses_ Treasures be,
+  Shewes love and pittie to my absent case.
+  Now I (witt-beaten long, by hardest fate)
+  So dull am, that I cannot looke into
+  The ground of this fierce love, and loving hate?
+  Then some good body tell me how to do,
+    Whose presence absence, absence presence is:
+    Blest in my curse, and curssed in my blisse.
+
+  Oft with true sighes, oft with uncalled teares,
+  Now with slow words, now with dumbe eloquence,
+  I _Stellas_ eyes assailde, invade _her_ eares,
+  But this at last is _her_ sweete breath’d defence,
+  That who indeede a sound affection beares,
+    So captives to his Saint both soule and sence,
+  That wholie _Hers_, all selfnes he forbeares.
+  Thence his desire he learnes, his lives course thence,
+    Now since this chast love, hates this love in mee;
+    With chastned minde I needes must shew, that shee
+  Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.
+    O Doctor _Cupid_, thou for me reply:
+    Driven els to graunt by Angell Sophistry,
+  That I love not, without I leave to love.
+
+  Late tyr’d with woe, even ready for to pine
+  With rage of love, I call my Love unkinde.
+  _Shee_ in whose eyes, love though unfelt doth shine,
+  Sweetely saide, I true love in her should finde.
+  I joyed, but straight thus watred was my wine:
+  That love she did, but with a love not blinde.
+  Which would not let me, whome she lov’d decline.
+    From Nobler course, fit for my birth and minde.
+  And therefore her loves Authoritie;
+  Wild me those Tempests of vaine love to flee:
+  And Anchor fast my selfe on vertues shore.
+    Alas if this the onely mettall be,
+    Of love newe coyn’d to help my beggery:
+  Deere, love me not, that you may love me more.
+
+  Oh Grammer rules, oh now your vertues showe,
+  So Children still read you with awfull eyes,
+  As my young Dove may in your precepts wise,
+  Her graunt to me by her owne vertue knowe.
+  For late with hart most hie, with eyes most lowe;
+    I crav’d the thing which ever she denies.
+    Shee lightning Love, displaying _Venus_ skyes,
+  Least one should not be heard twise, said no no.
+  Sing then my Muse, now I do Pæan sing.
+  Heavens Envy not at my high triumphing:
+  But Grammers force with sweete successe confirme,
+    For Grammer sayes (ah this deere _Stella_ way)
+    For Grammer sayes (to Grammer who sayes nay)
+  That in one speech, two negatives affirme.
+
+  No more my deere, no more these Counsels try,
+  O give my passions leave to runne their race:
+  Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace.
+  Let Folke orecharg’d with braine against me cry,
+  Let Cloudes be dimme, my face breake in my eye,
+    Let me no steps but of lost labour try,
+  Let all the earth in scorne recount my race;
+  But doe not will me from my love to fly.
+    I do not envie _Aristotles_ wit,
+  Nor do aspire to _Cæsars_ bleeding fame:
+  Nor ought to care though some above me sit;
+  Nor hope nor with another course to frame:
+    But that which once may winne thy cruell hart,
+    Thou art my wit; and thou my vertue art.
+
+  Love, by sure proofe I may call thee unkinde,
+  That gives no better cares to my just cryes:
+  Thou whom to me, such my good turnes shouldst binde,
+  As I may well recount, but none can prise.
+    For when nak’d boy, hou couldst no harbour finde
+  In this olde world, (growne now so to be wise)
+  I lodg’de thee in my heart: and being blinde
+  By nature borne, I gave to thee my eyes.
+    Mine eyes, my light, my life, my hart alas,
+  If so great services may scorned be:
+  Yet let this thought thy Tygrish courage passe,
+  That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee:
+    Since in thine armes, if learn’d fame truth hath spred,
+    Thou bearst the Arrowe, I the Arrowhed.
+
+  And doe I see some cause a hope to feede
+  Or doth the tedious burthen of long woe
+  In weakned mindes, quick apprehension breede
+  Of every Image which may comfort showe.
+    I cannot brag of word, much lesse of deede,
+  Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slowe.
+  My wealth no more, and no whit lesse my neede,
+  Desier, still on stilts of feare doth goe.
+    And yet amids all feares, a hope there is
+  Stolne to my hart: since last faire night (nay day)
+  _Stellas_ eyes sent to me the beames of blisse,
+  Looking on mee, while I looke other way:
+    But when mine eyes backe to their heaven did move:
+    They fled with blush, which guiltie seem’d of love:
+
+  Hope art thou true or doost thou flatter me?
+  Doth _Stella_ now beginne, with pitteous eye
+  The raigne of this her conquest to espie?
+  Will shee take time before all wracked be?
+  Her eye speech is translated thus by thee.
+    But failste thou not in phrase so heavenly hye?
+    Looke on againe, the faire text better prie;
+  What blushing notes dost thou in Margent see?
+  What sighes stolne out, or kild before full borne
+  Hast thou found such and such like arguments?
+  Or art thou els to comfort me forsworne?
+  Well how so thou interpret the contents,
+    I am resolv’d thy error to maintaine:
+    Rather than by more trueth to get more paine.
+
+  _Stella_, the only Plannet of my light
+  Light of my life, and life of my desire,
+  Cheife good, whereto my hope doth onely spire,
+  World of my wealth and heaven of my delight.
+  Why doost thou spend the Treasure of thy sprite
+    With voice more fit to wed _Amphyons_ Lyre?
+    Seeking to quench in me the noble fyre,
+  Fed by thy worth and kindled by thy sight.
+  And all in vaine, for while thy breath most sweete
+  With choisest words, thy words with reasons rare:
+  Thy reasons firmely set, are vertues feete,
+  Labor to kill in me this killing care
+    Oh thinke I then, what Paradise of joy
+    It is, so faire a vertue to enjoye.
+
+  Oh joy, too high for my Love still to showe,
+  Oh blisse, fit for a nobler seat than mee
+  Envie put out thine eyes, least thou doe see
+  What _Oceans_ of delight in me doth flowe.
+  My friend that oft saw’st through all maskes, my woe,
+    Come, come, and let me poure myself on thee:
+    Gone is the winter of my miserie.
+  My spring appeares, ô see what heere doth growe,
+  For _Stella_ hath with wordes (where faith doth shine)
+  Of her high hart given me the Monarchie
+  I, I, ô I may say that she is mine.
+  And though she give but thus condicionally,
+    This Realme of blisse, while vertues course I take,
+    No Kings be Crownd, but they some covenant make.
+
+  My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy,
+  Yf still I force her in sad rymes to creepe:
+  She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes t’enjoy
+  _Nectar_ of mirth, since I _loves_ Cup do keepe.
+    Sonnets be not bound Prentice to annoy,
+  Trebbles sing high, so well as bases deepe:
+  Griefe but Loves winter liverie is, the boy
+  Hath cheekes to smile, so well as eyes weepe.
+    Come then my Muse, shew the height of delight
+  In well raisde noates my pen the best it may
+  Shall paint out joy, though but in blacke and white.
+  Cease eager Muse, peace pen for my sake stay.
+    I give you heere my hand for truth of this:
+    Wise silence is best Musique unto blisse.
+
+  Who will in fayrest booke of nature know,
+  How Vertue may best lodgde in Beautie bee,
+  Let him but learne of love to read in thee
+  _Stella_ those faire lines which true goodnes showe.
+  There shall he finde all vices overthrowe:
+    Not by rude force, but sweetest soveraigntie
+    Of reason, from whose light, the night birdes flie,
+  That inward Sunne in thine eyes shineth so.
+  And not content to be perfections heir,
+  Thy selfe doth strive all mindes that way to move:
+  Who marke in thee what is in deede most faire,
+  So while thy beautie drives my hart to love,
+    As fast thy vertue bends that love to good:
+    But ah, Desire still cryes, give me some food.
+
+  Desire, though thou mine olde companion art,
+  And oft so clinges to my pure Love, that I
+  One from the other scarcely can discry:
+  While each doth blowe the fier of my hart:
+  Now from thy fellowship I needs must part.
+    _Venus_ is taught with _Dians_ wings to flye,
+    I must no more in thy sweete passions lie,
+  Vertues golde now, must head my _Cupids_ dart,
+  Service and honour wonder with delight,
+  Feare to offend, well worthie to appeare:
+  Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my spright,
+  These things are left me by my onely deare.
+    But thou Desire, because thou wouldst have all:
+    Now banisht art, yet alas how shall?
+
+  Love still a Boy, and oft a wanton is,
+  Schoolde only by his Mothers tender eye:
+  What wonder then if he his lesson misse,
+  When for so soft a rod deare play he trye.
+    And yet my starre, because a sugred kisse,
+  In sport I sucke, while she a sleepe did lye:
+  Doth lowre, naye chide, nay threat for onely this:
+  Sweet it was saucy love, not humble I.
+  But no scuse serves, she makes her wrath appeare,
+  In Beauties throne, see now who dares come neere
+  Those scarlet Judges, threatning blooddie paine.
+  O heavenly Foole, thy most kisse worthy face
+  Anger invests with such a lovely grace,
+  That Angers selfe I needes must kisse againe.
+
+  I Never dranke of _Aganippe_ well,
+  Nor never did in shade of _Tempe_ sit:
+  And Muses scorne with vulgar braines to dwell,
+  Poore Lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.
+    Some doe I heare of Poets fury tell,
+  But God wot, wot not what they meane by it:
+  And this I sweare by blackest brooke of hell,
+  I am no Pickepurse of an others wit.
+    How fals it than, that with so smooth an ease
+  My thoughts I speake? And what I speake doth flowe
+  In verse; and that my verse best wittes doth please,
+  Gesse we the cause. What is it this? fie no,
+    Or so? much lesse. How then? sure thus it is,
+    My Lips are sure inspir’d with _Stellas_ kisse.
+
+  Of all the Kings that ever heere did raigne,
+  _Edward_ namde fourth, as first in praise I name:
+  Not for his faire outside, nor well linde braine,
+  Although lesse guift, imp feathers oft no fame.
+    Nor that he could young wise, wise valliant frame
+  His Syres revenge, joynde with a kingdomes gaine:
+  And gaind by _Mars_, could yet mad _Mars_ so tame,
+  That ballance waide what sword did late obtaine.
+    Nor that he made the Flower de lys so fraide,
+  Though strongly hedgd of bloody Lyons pawes:
+  That wittie _Lewes_ to him a tribuite paide;
+  Nor this nor that, nor any such small cause,
+    But onely, for this worthy King durst prove,
+    To loose his Crowne, rather then fayle his Love.
+
+  _Shee_ comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move
+  Their raies to me: who in her tedious absence lay
+  Benighted in cold woe; but now appeares my shining day,
+  The only light of joy, the only warmth of Love,
+  _Shee_ comes with light and warmth, which like _Aurora_ prove;
+    Of gentle force, so that my eyes dare gladly play
+    With such a rosy Morne: whose beames most freshly gay
+  Scorch not; but onely doe darke chilling spirits remove.
+  But loe, while I do speake it groweth noone with mee,
+  Her flamy glittering lights increase with time and place:
+  My heart cryes ah it burnes, mine eyes now dazled be:
+  No winde, no shade can coole: what helpe then in my case?
+    But with short breath, long lookes, staide feete, and walking hed,
+    Pray that my Sunne goe downe with me her beames to bed.
+
+  Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight,
+  That face whose lecture shewes what perfect Beautie is:
+  That presence which doth give darke hearts a living light,
+  That grace, which _Venus_ weepes that shee her selfe doth misse.
+    That hand, which without touch, holdes more than _Atlas_ might,
+  Those lips, which makes deathes pay a meane prise for a kisse:
+  That skin, whose past-praise hue scornes this poore tearme of whit,
+  Those words which doe sublime the quintessence of blisse.
+    That voice which makes the soule plant himselfe in the eares,
+  That conversation sweet, where such high comforts be:
+  As constru’d in true speech; the name of heaven it beares:
+  Makes me in my best thoughts and quiet judgements see,
+    That in no more but these I might be fully blest:
+    Yet ah, my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the best.
+
+  Oh how the pleasant ayres of true love bee
+  Inflicted by those vapours, which arise
+  From out that noysome gulfe: which gaping lies
+  Betweene the jawes of hellish Jelousey.
+  A Monster, others harmes, selfe misery.
+    Beauties plague, Vertues scurge, succour of lyes:
+    Who his owne joy to his owne heart applyes,
+    And onely cherish doth with injuries:
+  Who since he hath by natures speciall grace,
+  So pearsing pawes as spoyle when they embrace,
+  So nimble feete as stirre though still on thornes,
+    So manie eyes aye seeking their owne woe.
+    So ample eares, that never good newes knowe,
+  Is it not ill that such a divell wants hornes?
+
+  Sweete kisse, thy sweetes I faine would sweetely indite,
+  Which even of sweetnes, sweetest sweeter art;
+  Pleasing’st consort, where each sense holds a part,
+  With coopling Doves guides _Venus_ chariot right,
+    Best charge and brav’st retraite in _Cupids_ sight.
+    A double key which openeth to the hart,
+    Most ritch when most his ritches it imparte.
+  Nest of yong joyes, Scholemaster of delight,
+  Teaching the meanes at once to take and give,
+  The friendly fray where blowes do wound and heale,
+  The prettie death while each in other live,
+  Poore hopes first wealth a stage of promised weale.
+    Breakefast of love, but loe, loe where shee is
+    Cease we to praise, now praie wee for a kisse.
+
+  Sweet swelling lip well maiest thou swell in pride
+  Since best wittes thinke it witt thee to admire,
+  Natures praise, vertues stall, _Cupids_ colde fire,
+  Whence words, not words but heavenly graces slide,
+  The newe _Pernassus_ where the _Muses_ byde:
+    Sweeteness of Musicke, Wisomes beautifier,
+    Breather of life, and fastner of desire,
+  Where Beauties blush in Honors graine is dyde.
+  Thus much my hart compeld my mouth to say:
+  But now, spite of my heart my tongue will stay,
+  Loathing al lyes, doubting this flatterieis,
+  And no spurre can this restie race renewe;
+    Without how farre this praise is short of you,
+    Sweete lipp you teach my mouth with one sweete kisse.
+
+  O Kisse which doth those ruddie gemmes impart,
+  Or Gemmes or fruits of new found Parradise,
+  Breathing all blisse and sweetnes to the hart,
+  Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise.
+  O kisse which soules even soules together ties
+    By links of Love, and onely natures Art,
+    How faine would I paint thee to all mens eies,
+  Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part?
+  But shee forbids, with blushing words shee saies,
+  Shee builds her fame on higher seated praise:
+  But my heart burnes, I cannot silent be,
+  Then since deare life, you faine would have me peace.
+    And I (mad with delight) want wit to cease,
+    Stop you my mouth with still still kissing me.
+
+  Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,
+  Beauties which do in excellencie passe,
+  His who till death lockt in a watry glasse,
+  Or hirs whom nak’d the Trojan boy did see.
+  Sweete garden Nymph that keepes the Cherrie tree,
+    Whose fruit doth far the Hesperian tast surpasse,
+    Most sweete faire, most faire sweete, do not alasse
+  From comming neere these Cherries banish mee,
+  For though full of desire, emptie of wit,
+  Admitted late by your best graced grace,
+  I caught at one of them an hungry bit,
+  Pardon that fault, once more graunt me the place,
+    And so I sweare even by the same delite,
+    I will but kisse, I never more will bite.
+
+  Good brother _Philip_ I have forborne you long,
+  I was content you should in favour creepe,
+  While craftely you seemed your Cut to keepe,
+  As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong:
+  I beare with envy, yet I heare your song,
+  When in hir necke you did love ditties peepe,
+  Nay, (more foole I) oft suffred you to sleepe,
+    In lillies nest where Loves selfe lies a long,
+    What? doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?
+  Is saucines reward of curtesie?
+  Cannot such grace your silly selfe content,
+  But you must needes with those lips billing be?
+    And through those lips drinke Nectar from that tung,
+    Leave that _Syr Phipp_ lest off your necke be wrung.
+
+  High way since you my chiefe _Pernassus_ be,
+  And that my Muse to some eares not unmeete,
+  Tempers her words to trampling horses feete,
+  More often than to a Chamber melodie,
+  Now blessed you beare onwards blessed me,
+    To her where I my heart safeliest shall meete,
+    My Muse and I must you of duetie greete,
+  With thanks and wishes wishing thankfully;
+  Be you still carefull kept by publike heede,
+  By no encrochment wrongd, nor time forgot,
+  Nor blam’d for bloud, nor sham’d for sinfull deede,
+  And that you know I envie you no lot,
+    Of highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,
+    Hundreds of yeares you _Stellas_ feete may kisse.
+
+  I see the house my harte thy selfe containe,
+  Beware full Sailes drown not thy tottering Barge,
+  Least joy by nature apt, (spirites to enlarge)
+  Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straine,
+  Nor doe like Lords whose weake confused braine,
+    Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge,
+    While every office themselves will discharge,
+  With doing all leave nothing done but paine,
+  But give apt servants their due place; let eye
+  See beauties totall summe summ’d in their face,
+  Let eares heare speach which will to wonder tye,
+  Let breath suck up those sweetes, let armes imbrace
+    The Globe of weale, lipps Lov’s Indentures make.
+    Thou but of all the kingly tribute take.
+
+  Alas whence comes this change of lookes? If I
+  have chang’d desert, let mine owne conscience be
+  A still felt plague to selfe condemning mee:
+  Let woe grype on my heart, shame load mine eye:
+  But if all faith like spotles _Ermine_ lye
+  Safe in my soule (which onely doth to thee
+    As his sole object of felicitie
+    With wings of Love in aire of wonder flie.)
+  O case your hand, treat not so hard your slave,
+  In Justice, paines come not till faults do call:
+  Or if I needs (sweet Judge) must torments have,
+  Use something else to chasten mee withall,
+    Than those blest eyes where all my hopes do dwell,
+    No doome shall make ones Heaven become his Hell.
+
+  When I was forst from _Stella_ ever deare,
+  _Stella_, foode of my thoughts, hart of my hart:
+  _Stella_, whose eyes make all my temples cleare,
+  By Yron lawes, of duetie to depart,
+  Alas I found that shee with mee did smart:
+    I sawe that teares did in her eyes appeare:
+    I sawe that sighes her sweetest lips did part:
+  And her sad words my sadded sense did heare.
+  For mee, I weepe to see Pearles scattered so:
+  I sighd her sighes, and wailed for her woe:
+  Yet swamme in joy such love in her was seene.
+    Thus while the effect most bitter was to mee,
+    And nothing than that cause more sweet could be,
+  I had beene vext, if vext I had not beene.
+
+  Out Traytour absence dar’st thou counsell mee
+  From my deare Captainnesse to runne away,
+  Because in brave arraye here marcheth shee
+  That to winne mee oft showes a present paye.
+  Is Faith so weake, or is such force in thee?
+    When Sunne is hid, can Starres such beames displaie?
+    Cannot Heavens foode once felt keepe stomacks free
+  From base desire on earthly cares to praie?
+  Tush absence, while thy mistes eclypse that light,
+  My Orphan sense flyes to the inward sight:
+  Where memorie settes foorth the beames of Love,
+    That where before heart lov’d and eyes did see,
+    In heart my sight and Love now coupled be,
+  United powres make eche the stronger prove.
+
+  Now that of absence the most yrksome night,
+  With darkest shade doth overcome the daie:
+  Since _Stella’s_ eyes wont to give mee my daie,
+  Leaving my _Hemisphere_ leaves mee in night,
+  Each day seemes long, and longs for long staied night:
+  The night as tedious, wooes th’approch of day:
+  Tyr’d with the dustie toyles of busie day,
+    Languisht with horrors of the silent night,
+    Suffering the evils both of daie and night,
+  While no night is more darke than is my day,
+  Nor no day hath lesse quiet then my night:
+  With such bad mixture of my night and daie,
+    That living thus in blackest Winter night,
+    I feele the flames of hottest Sommers daie.
+
+  _Stella_, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,
+  Who seeke, who hope, who love, who like, but thee:
+  Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my historie,
+  If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
+  Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame
+    A nest for my yong praise in Lawrell tree,
+    In trueth I sweare, I wish not there should be
+    graved in my Epitaph a Poets name.
+  Nor if I would could I just title make
+  That anie laud thereof to me should growe
+  Without my Plumes from others wings I take;
+  For nothing from my wit or will doth flowe:
+    Since all my words thy beautie doth indite,
+    And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.
+
+  _Stella_, while now by honours cruell might,
+  I am from you (light of my light) misled,
+  And that faire you, my Sunne thus overspred
+  With absence vale I live in sorrowes night.
+  If this darke place yet shewe by candle light
+  Some Beauties peece, as amber collourd hed,
+    Milke hands, rose cheekes, or lips more sweet more red,
+    Or seeming jett black, but in blacknes bright
+  They please I doe confesse, they please mine eyes,
+  But whie? because of you they moddels be;
+  Moddels such be wood globes of glistering skyes.
+  Deare therefore be not jealous over me,
+    If you heare that they seeme my heart to move,
+    Not them, no no, but you in them I love.
+
+  Be your words made (good sir) of _Indean_ ware,
+  That you allowe them mee by so small rate,
+  Or do you cutted _Spartanes_ imitate,
+  Or do you meane my tender eares to spare?
+  That to my questions you so totall are?
+  When I demaund of Phœnix _Stellas_ state,
+    You say (forsooth) you left her well of late
+    O God, thinke you that satisfies my care?
+  I would know whether shee did sit or walke.
+  How cloathd: how waited on: sighd shee or smilde:
+  Whereof: with whome: how often did shee talke:
+  With what pastimes, times jorneys shee beguild?
+    If her lips daine to sweeten my poore name?
+    Saie all: and all well said: still say the same.
+
+  O Fate, ô fault, O curst child of my blisse,
+  What sobs can give words grace my griefe to show?
+  What inke is black enough to paint my woe?
+  Through mee, wretch mee, even _Stella_ vexed is:
+  Yet Trueth, if Caitives brath might call thee this,
+  Witnes with mee, that my fowle stumbling so,
+    From carelesnes did in no manner growe,
+    But wit confusd with too much care did misse.
+  And do I then my selfe this vaine scuse give:
+  I do sweete Love, and know this harmed thee.
+  The world quit mee, shall I my self forgive?
+  Onely with paines my paines thus eased be:
+    That all thy hurtes in my hearts wracke I reed
+    I crye thy sighs (my deare) thy teares I bleed.
+
+  Greefe find the words, for thou hast made my braine
+  So darke with mistie vapours which arise
+  From out thy heavie mould, that inbent eyes
+  Can scarce discerne the shape of mine owne paine:
+  Do thou then (for thou canst) do thou complaine
+    For my poore soule which now that sicknes tries,
+    Which even to sense, sense of it selfe denies.
+  Though harbengers of death lodge there his traine,
+  Or if the love of plaint yet mind forbeares,
+  As of a Caitife worthie so to dye;
+  Yet waye thy selfe and wayle in causefull teares:
+  That though in wretchednes thy life doth lie,
+    Yet growest more wretched than thy nature beares:
+    By being plast in such a wretch as I.
+
+  Yet sighes, deare sighes, in deede true friends you are,
+  That do not leave your least friend at the wurst:
+  But as you with my brest I oft have nurst:
+  So gratefull now you wait upon my care.
+  Faint coward Joy, no longer tarrie dare,
+  Seeing hope yeeld when this woe strake him first,
+  Delight exclaims he is for my fault curst,
+  Although my mate in Armes himselfe he sware,
+    Nay Sorrow comes with such mayne rage as hee,
+    Kills his owne children, Teares, finding that they
+  By Love were made apt to comfort with mee,
+  Onely true sighes, you do not go away:
+    Thank may you have for such thankfull part:
+    Thank worthiest yet, when you shall breake my heart.
+
+  Though with good cause thou lik’st so well the night.
+  Since kind or chaunce gives both one libertie,
+  Both sadly blacke, both blackly darkned be:
+  Night bard from Sunne, thou from thine own Sunnes light
+  Silence in both displaies his sullen might:
+    Slowe Heavens in both do hold the one degree,
+    That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie:
+  Thy teares expresse nights native moysture right,
+  In both a wofull solitarines:
+  In night of Spirites the gastly power sturr,
+  And in our sprites are Spirits gastlines:
+  But but (alas) nights sights the ods hath fure,
+    For that at length invites us to some rest,
+    Thou though still tyr’d, yet still dost it detest.
+
+  _Dian_ that faine would cheare her friend the Night,
+  Doth shewe her oft at full her fairest face,
+  Bringing with her those starrie Nymphs, whose chace
+  From heavenly standing hurts eche mortall wight.
+  But ah poore Night in love with _Phœbus_ light,
+    And endlesly dispairing of his grace,
+    Herselfe to shewe no other joy hath place,
+  Sylent and sad in moorning weeds doth dight:
+  Even so (alas) and Ladie _Dians_ peere,
+  With choise delight and rarest company,
+  Would faine drive clouds from out my heavie cheere:
+  But woe is me, though joy her selfe were shee,
+    Shee could not shewe my blind braine waies of joy
+    While I dispaire my Sunnes light to enjoy.
+
+  Ah bed the feeld where joyes peace some do see:
+  The feeld where al my thoughts to war be traind,
+  How is thy grace by my strange fortune staind?
+  How thy low shrowdes by my sighs stormed be?
+  With sweet soft shades thou oft invitest mee
+    To steale some rest, but wretch I am constrained.
+    Spurd with Loves spurr, this held and shortly rained
+  With Cares hard hand, to runne and tosse in thee,
+    While the black horrors of the silent night,
+    Paint Woes black face so lively in my sight,
+  That tedious leasure markes eache wrinckled line:
+    But when _Aurora_ leades out _Phœbus_ daunce
+  Mine eyes then only winke for spite perchaunce,
+  That wormes shou’d have their Sunne and I want mine.
+
+  When farre spent night perswades each mortall eie
+  To whome nor Art nor Nature granted light:
+  To lay his then marke wanting shaftes of sight;
+  Clos’d whith their quivers in Sleeps armorie;
+  With windowes ope then most my heart doth lye
+    Viewing the shape of darknes and delight,
+    And takes that sad hue, with which inward might
+  Of his mazde powres he keeps just harmony:
+  But when birds chirpe aire, and sweet aire which is
+  Mornes messenger with rose enameld skyes
+  Calls each wight to salute the heaven of blisse;
+  Intombd of lids then buried are mine eyes,
+    Forst by their Lord who is ashamd to find
+    Such light in sence with such a darkned mind.
+
+  Oh teares, no teares, but shoures from beauties skyes,
+  Making those Lilies and those Roses growe,
+  Which aie most faire now fairer needs must show,
+  While grateful pitty Beauty beautifies,
+  Oh minded sighs that from that brest doe rise,
+    Whose pants doe make unspilling Creame to flow,
+    Winged with woes breath so doth _Zephire_ blow
+  As might refresh the hel where my soule fries,
+  Oh plaints conserv’d in such a surgred phrase,
+  That eloquence envies, and yet doth prayse,
+  While sightd out words a perfect musicke gives
+    Such teares, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is, but joy:
+    Or if such heavenly sighs must prove annoy,
+  All mirth farewel, let me in sorrow live.
+
+  _Stella_ is sicke, and in that sick-bed lyes
+  Sweetenes, that breathes and pants as oft as shee:
+  And Grace sicke too, such fine conclusions tries,
+  That sicknes brings it selfe best grac’d to bee.
+  Beautie is sicke, but sicke in such faire guise,
+  That in that palenes Beauties white we see,
+  And Joy which is unsever’d from those eyes.
+    _Stella_ now learnes, (strange case) to weepe with me,
+  Love moves thy paine and like a faithful page,
+  As thy looks sturre, runs up and downe to make
+  All folkes prest at thy wil thy paine to swage,
+  Nature with care seeks for his darlings sake,
+    Knowing worlds passe, ere she enough can finde
+    Of such heaven stuffe to cloath so heavenly minde.
+
+  Where be those Roses, which so sweetned earst our eyes?
+  Where be those red cheekes, which fair increase did frame
+  No hight of honor in the kindly badge of shame,
+  Who hath the crimson weeds stoln from the morning skies?
+  How doth the coullor fade of those vermillion eyes,
+    Which Nature selfe did make and selfe engrave the same?
+    I would know by what right this palenes overcame
+  That hue, whose force my heart in so great thraldom ties?
+  _Gallens_ adopted sonnes, who by a beaten way
+  Their judgements hackney on, the fault of sicknes lay:
+  But feeling proofe makes me say, they mistake it sure,
+    It is but love that makes this paper perfect white,
+    To write therein more fresh the storie of _Delight_,
+  Whiles Beauties reddest incke _Venus_ for him doth stir.
+
+  O happie _Thames_ that didst my _Stella_ beare,
+  I saw thee with full many a smiling line
+  Upon thy cheereful face loves Livery weare:
+  While those faire Plannets on thy streames did shine,
+  The boat for joy could not to dance forbeare,
+  While wanton winds with beautie so divine
+  Ravisht, staid not, til in her golden haire
+    They did themselves (ô sweetest prison) twine.
+  But faine those friendly winds there would their stay
+  Have made, but forst by Nature still to flie,
+  First did with puffing kisse those Lockes display:
+  She so discovered, blusht. From window I
+    With sight thereof cride out; Ah faire disgrace,
+    Let honours selfe to thee graunt highest place.
+
+  Envious wits what hath beene mine offence,
+  That with such poisoned eare my wits you marke,
+  That to each word, nay sigh of mine you harke,
+  As grudging me my sorrows eloquence?
+  Ah, is it not enough, that I am thence:
+    Thence, so farre thence, that scantly anie sparke
+    Of comfort dare come to this dungeon darke
+  Where rigorous exile lockes up al my sense:
+  But if I by a happie window passe,
+  If I but Starres uppon mine Armour beare,
+  Sicke, thirstie, glad (though but of empty glasse)
+  Your morals note straight my hid meaning there,
+    From out my ribs a whirlewind proves that I
+    Doe _Stella_ love. Fooles, who doth it denie?
+
+  Unhappie sight and hath shee vanisht by,
+  So neere, in so good time so free a place,
+  Dead glasse dost thou thine object so imbrase,
+  As what my hart still sees thou canst not spie,
+  I sweare by hir Love and my lacke, that I
+    Was not in fault that bent my dazling race
+    Onely unto the heaven of _Stella’s_ face,
+  Counting but dust that in her way did lie:
+  But cease mine eyes, your teares doe witnes well,
+  That you guiltles therefore your necklace mist,
+  Curst be the Page from whome the bad torch fell,
+  Curst be the night which did your will resist,
+    Curst be the Cochman that did drive so fast,
+    With no lesse curse then absence makes me tast.
+
+  O absent presence _Stella_ is not here,
+  False flattering hope that with so faire a face,
+  Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,
+  _Stella_ I saw, my _Stella_ should appeare,
+  What saist thou now, where is that dainty cleare
+    Thou wouldst mine eyes should helpe their famisht case:
+    But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgrace
+  Doth make me most to wish thy comfort neere,
+  But heere I doe shore of faire Ladies meete,
+  Who may with charme of conversation sweete
+  Make in my heavie mould new thoughts to grow:
+    Sure they prevaile as much with me, as he
+    That bad his frind but then new maimde to be
+  Merrie with him, and so forget his woe.
+
+  _Stella_ since thou so right a Princesse art
+  Of all the Powers which life bestowe on me,
+  That ere by them ought undertaken be,
+  They first resort unto that soveraigne part;
+  Sweete for a time give respite to my heart,
+    Which pants as though it still should leape to thee:
+    And on my thought give the Lieuetenancie
+  To this great cause, which needes both wit and Art,
+  And as a Queene who from her presence sends
+  Whom shee emploies, dismisse from thee my wit,
+  Still to have wrought that thy owne will attends,
+  For servants shame of Maisters blame doth fit.
+    O let not Fooles in me thy works approve,
+    And scorning say, see what it is to love.
+
+  When sorrow (using my owne Siers might)
+  Melts downe his lead into my boyling brest,
+  Through that darke Furnace of my heart opprest,
+  There shines a joy from thee my onely light:
+  But soone as thought of thee breeds my delight,
+    And my young soule once flutters to her nest,
+    Most dead dispaire my daily unbidden guest
+  Clips strait my wings, strait wraps me in his night,
+  And makes me then bow downe my head and say,
+  Ah what doth _Phœbus_ gold that wretch availe,
+  Whom Iron darts doth keepe from use of daie,
+  So strangely (alas) thy workes on me prevaile,
+    That in my woes for thee, thou art my joy;
+    And in my joyes for thee, my onel’ anoy.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_Other Sonnets of variable verse._
+
+
+_First Sonnet._
+
+  Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,
+  Which now my brest surchargd with musick lendeth?
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,
+  Onely in _you_ my song begins and endeth.
+
+    _2_ Who hath the eyes which marrie state with pleasure,
+  Who keepes the key of Natures chiefest treasure:
+  To _you_, to _you_, all song of praise be due,
+  Onely for _you_ the heavens forget all measure.
+
+    _3_ Who hath the lips where wit with fairenes raigneth,
+  Who womenkinde at once both decks and staineth:
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,
+  Onely by _you_ _Cupid_ his crowne maintaineth.
+
+    _4_ Who hath the feet whose steps all sweetnes planteth,
+  Who els for whom Fame worthie trumpets wanteth:
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise be due,
+  Onely to _you_ her scepter _Venus_ granteth.
+
+    _5_ Who hath the brest whose milk doth patience nourish,
+  Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish:
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise be due,
+  Onely through _you_ the tree of life doth floorish.
+
+    _6_ Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth
+  Who long hid beautie with encrease renueth:
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,
+  Only at _you_ all envie hopelesse endeth.
+
+    _7_ Who hath the haire which most loose most fast tieth,
+  Who makes a man live then glad when he dieth:
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise be due,
+  Onely of _you_ the flatterer never lieth.
+
+    _8_ Who hath the voyce which soule from senses sunders,
+  Whose force but yours the bolt of beautie thunders?
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,
+  Onely with _you_ no miracles are wonders.
+
+    _9_ Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,
+  Which now my breast orechargd with Musick lendeth?
+  To _you_, to _you_ all song of praise is due,
+  Onely in _you_ my song begins and endeth.
+
+
+_Second Sonnet._
+
+  Have I caught my heavenly Juel
+  Teaching Sleepe most faire to be:
+  Now will I teach her, that she
+  When shee wakes is too too cruell.
+
+    _2_ Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed,
+  The two onely darts of Love:
+  Now will I with that Boy prove
+  Some play while he is disarmed.
+
+    _3_ Her tongue waking still refuseth,
+  Giving franklie niggard no:
+  Now will I attempt to knowe,
+  What no her tongue sleeping useth.
+
+    _4_ See the hand that waking gardeth,
+  Sleeping grants a free resort:
+  Now I will invade the fort.
+  Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.
+
+    _5_ But (O foole) thinke of the danger
+  Of her just and high disdaine.
+  Now will I (alas) refraine
+  Love feares nothing else but anger.
+
+    _6_ Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,
+  Do invite a stealing kisse;
+  Now but venture will I this,
+  Who will read must first learne spelling.
+
+    _7_ Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.
+  Lowring beautie chastens mee.
+  Now will I for feare hence flee,
+  Foole, more Foole for no more taking.
+
+
+_The third Sonnet._
+
+  If _Orpheus_ voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love
+  Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them move:
+  If stones good measure daunst the _Thebane_ walls to builde,
+  To cadens of the tunes which _Amphions_ Lyre did yeeld,
+    More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth.
+    O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, _Stella_ singeth.
+
+    _2_ If Love might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood,
+  To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves food:
+  If Eagle fierce could so in _Grecian_ maide delight,
+  As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night:
+    Earth gave that Love, heaven (I trow) Love refineth.
+    O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Love; for _Stella_ shineth.
+
+    _3_ The beasts, birds, stones & trees feele this, and feeling love:
+  And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove.
+  Nor beasts, nor birds doo come unto this blessed gaze:
+  Know that small Love is quick, and great Love doth amaze:
+    They are amaz’d, but you with reason armed.
+    O eyes, O eares of men, how are you charmed?
+
+
+_The fourth Sonnet._
+
+  Onely _Joy_, now here you are,
+  Fit to heare and ease my care:
+  Let my whispering voyce obtaine
+  Sweete rewards for sharpest paine:
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _2_ Night hath closde all in her cloke,
+  Twinkling starres love thoughts provoke,
+  Danger hence good care doth keepe,
+  _Jelouzie_ him selfe doth sleepe:
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _3_ Better place no wit can finde
+  _Cupids_ knot to loose or binde,
+  These sweete flowers, our fine bed too,
+  Us in their best language wooe:
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee:
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _4_ This small light the Moone bestoes,
+  Serves thy beames for to disclose,
+  So to raise my heart more hie:
+  Feare not, els none can us spie:
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _5_ That you heard was but a mouse,
+  Dumbe Sleepe holdeth all the house,
+  Yet a sleepe (methinks) they say,
+  Yong fooles, take time while you may:
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _6_ Niggard time threates if we misse
+  This large offer of our blisse,
+  Long stay ere shee graunt the same:
+  Sweete then, while ech thing doth frame
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _7_ Your faire Mother is a bed,
+  Candles out, and curtaines spred;
+  Shee thinkes you do letters write:
+  Write, but first let me endite.
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _8_ Sweete, alas why strive you thus?
+  Concord better fitteth us;
+  Leave to _Mars_ the force of hands.
+  Your power in your beautie stands.
+  Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+    _9_ Woe to mee, and do you sweare,
+  Me to hate but I forbeare?
+  Curst be my destinies all,
+  That brought mee so high to fall:
+  Soone with my death Ile please thee.
+
+    _No no no no, my Deare let bee._
+
+
+_The fifth Sonnet._
+
+  While favour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,
+  Thought waited on delight, and speach did follow thought,
+  Then drew my tongue and pen records unto thy glorie;
+  I thought all words were lost that were not spent of thee,
+  I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,
+  And all eares worse than deaffe, that heard not out thy storie.
+
+    _2_ I said thou wert most faire, and so indeede thou art;
+  I said thou wert most sweete, sweete poyson to my hart;
+  I said my soule was thine, ô would I then had lied;
+  I said thy eyes were starres, thy breasts the milken way,
+  Thy fingers _Cupids_ shafts, thy voice the Angels lay:
+  And all is said so well, that no man it denied.
+
+    _3_ But now that hope is lost, unkindnes kils delight,
+  Yet thought and speach do live, thought metamorphisde quite,
+  For rage now rules the reynes, which guided were by pleasure,
+  I thinke now of thy faults, who late wrote of thy praise,
+  That speech falls now to blame which did thy honour raise:
+  The same key open can, which can locke up a treasure.
+
+    _4_ Then thou whom partiall heavens conspir’d in one to frame
+  The proofe of beauties worke, the inheritance of fame,
+  The mansion state of blisse, and just excuse of lovers:
+  See now those feathers pluckt wherewith thou flewest most hie,
+  See what cloudes of reproach shall darke thy honours skie;
+  Whom fault once casteth downe, hardly high state recovers.
+
+    _5_ And ô my Muse, though oft you luld her in your lap,
+  And then a heavenly Childe gave her Ambrosian pap,
+  And to that braine of hers your highest gifts infused:
+  Since she disdaining me, doth you in me disdaine,
+  Suffer not her to laugh, and both we suffer paine:
+  Princes in subjects wrongd must deeme themselves abused.
+
+    _6_ Your client poore, my selfe, shall _Stella_ handle so,
+  Revenge, revenge, my Muse defiance trumpet blowe,
+  Threat, threat, what may be done; yet do no more but threaten:
+  Ah, my sute granted is, I feele my breast doth swell;
+  Now Childe, a lesson new you shall begin to spell,
+  Sweet babes must babies have, but shrewd girles must be beaten.
+
+    _7_ Thinke now no more to heare of warme fine shining snow,
+  Nor blushing Lillyes, nor pearles Rubie hidden row,
+  Nor of that golden sea, whose waves in curles are broken:
+  But of thy soule fraught with such ungratefulnesse,
+  As where thou soone mightst help, most there thou dost oppresse:
+  Ungratefull who is cald, the worst of ills is spoken.
+
+    _8_ Yet worse than worse, I say thou art a Thiefe. A thiefe?
+  Now God forbid: a thiefe, and of worst thieves a thiefe;
+  Thieves steale for neede, & steale for goods, which paine recovers:
+  But _thou_, rich in all joyes, dost rob my goods from mee,
+  Which cannot be restorde by time nor industrie:
+  Of foes the spoyle is evill, farre more of constant lovers.
+
+    _9_ Yet gentle English thieves doo rob, and will not slay;
+  Thou English murdring thiefe, wilt have hearts for thy pray.
+  The name of murdrer now on thy faire forhead sitteth,
+  And even while I do speake my death wounds bleeding bee,
+  Which I protest proceed from onely cruell thee.
+  Who may and will not save, murther in trueth committeth.
+
+    _10_ But murthers private fault seemes but a toy to thee.
+  I lay then to thy charge unjustice Tirannie,
+  If rule by force without all claime, a Tyrant sheweth;
+  For thou art my hearts Lord, who am not borne thy slave,
+  And which is worse makes me most guiltles torments have.
+  A rightfull Prince by unrightfull deeds a Tyrant groweth.
+
+    _11_ Loe you grow proud with this, for Tyrants makes folks bow:
+  Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now,
+  Rebels by Natures lawes rebell by way of reason:
+  Thou sweetest subject wert borne in the Realme of Love,
+  And yet against thy Prince, thy force dost daily prove.
+  No vertue merits praise, once toucht with blot of Treason.
+
+    _12_ But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouthes purchase fame,
+  I now then staine thy white with blackest blot of shame,
+  Both Rebel to the Sonne, and vagrant from the Mother,
+  For wearing _Venus_ badge, in every part of thee,
+  Unto _Dianaes_ traine thou runnaway didst flie:
+  Who faileth one is false, though trustie to another.
+
+    _13_ What is not this enough, nay farre worse commeth here:
+  A _Witch_ I say thou art, though thou so faire appeare.
+  For I protest, mine eyes never thy sight enjoyeth,
+  But I in mee am chang’d, I am alive and dead.
+  My feete are turn’d to rootes, my heart becommeth lead,
+  No witchcraft is so ill, as which mans minde destroyeth.
+
+    _14_ Yet Witches may repent, thou art farre worse than they:
+  Alas, that I am forst such evill of thee to say:
+  I say thou art a Divel though cloathd in Angels shining:
+  For thy face tempts my soule to leave the heavens for thee,
+  And thy words of refuse doo powre even hell on mee:
+  Who tempts, and tempting plagues are Divels in true defining.
+
+    _15_ You then ungrateful theefe, you murthering Tirant you,
+  You Rebell runnaway, to Lord and Lady untrue,
+  You Witch, you Divel (alas) you still in me beloved,
+  You see what I can say: mend yet your froward minde,
+  And such skill in my Muse you reconcil’d shall finde,
+  That by these cruell words your praises shal be proved.
+
+
+_The Sixth Sonnet._
+
+  O You that heare this voice,
+  O you that see this face,
+  Say whether of the choice,
+  Deserves the better place,
+    Feare not to judge this bate,
+    For it is voide of hate.
+
+    _2_ This side doth Beautie take,
+  For that doth Musick speake,
+  Fit Orators to make,
+  The strongest judgements weake.
+    The barre to plead the right,
+    Is onely true delight.
+
+    _3_ Thus doth the voice and face,
+  The gentle Lawiers wage,
+  Like loving brothers case,
+  For Fathers heritage,
+    That each while each contends,
+    It selfe to other lends.
+
+    _4_ For Beautie beautifies
+  With heavenly view and grace,
+  The heavenly harmonie;
+  And in this faultles face
+    The perfect beauties bee,
+    A perfect harmonie.
+
+    _5_ Musick more lustie swels
+  In speeches nobly placed,
+  Beautie as farre excels
+  In actions aptly graced.
+    A friend each partie drawes,
+    To countenance his cause.
+
+    _6_ Love more affected seemes
+  To Beauties lonely light,
+  And wonder more esteemes
+  Of Musicks wondrous might;
+    But both to both so bent,
+    As both in both are spent.
+
+    _7_ Musicke doth witnes call
+  The eare his truth to trie:
+  Beautie brings to the hall
+  The judgement of the eie:
+    Both in their objects such,
+    As no exceptions tuch.
+
+    _8_ The common Sense which might
+  Be arbitrer of this,
+  To be forsooth upright,
+  To both sides partiall is:
+    He laies on this chiefe praise,
+    Chiefe praise on that he laies.
+
+    _9_ Then reason Princesse hie,
+  Whose throne is in the minde;
+  Which Musicke can in skie,
+  And hidden Beauties finde:
+    Say, whether thou wilt crowne
+    With limitlesse renowne.
+
+
+_The Seventh Sonnet._
+
+  Whose senses in so evil comfort their stepdame Nature laies,
+  That ravishing delight in them most sweete tunes doth not raise,
+  Or if they doe delight therein, yet are so cloid with wit,
+  As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it:
+    O let them heare these sacred tunes, & learne in wonders scholes,
+    To be (in things past bounds of wit) fooles if they be not fooles.
+
+  _2_ Who have so leaden eyes, as not to see sweete Beauties showe:
+  Or seeing, have so wooden wits as not that worth to knowe;
+  Or knowing have so muddie mindes, as not to be in love;
+  Or loving, have so frothie hearts, as easie thence to move:
+    O, let them see these heavenly beames, and in faire, letters reed
+    A lesson, fit both sight and skill, Love and firme Love to breed.
+
+    _3_ Heare then, but then with wonder hear; see, but admiring see,
+  No mortal gifts, no earthly fruts now heare diserned bee:
+  See, doo you see this face: a face, nay image of the skyes:
+  Of which, the two life-given lights are figured in her eyes:
+    Heare you this soule-invading voyce, and count it but a voyce,
+    The verie essence of their tunes, when Angls doo rejoyce.
+
+
+_The eighth Sonnet._
+
+  In a grove most rich of shade;
+  Where birds wanton Musicke made:
+    _Maie_ then yong his pide weeds shewing,
+    New perfumes with flowrs fresh growing.
+
+    _2_ _Astrophel_ with _Stella_ sweet
+  Did for mutual comfort meete
+    Both within themselves oppressed,
+    But either in each other blessed.
+
+    _3_ Him great harmes had taught much care,
+  Her faire necke a foule yoke bare:
+    But hir sight his cares did banish,
+    In his sight hir yoke did vanish.
+
+    _4_ Wept they had, alas the while:
+  But now teares themselves did smile,
+    While their eyes by Love directed,
+    Interchangeably reflected.
+
+    _5_ Sighd they had: but now betwixt
+  Sighs of woe were glad sighs mixt:
+    With armes crost, yet testifying
+    Restles rest, and living dying.
+
+    _6_ Their eares hungrie of each word
+  Which the deare tongue would afford,
+    But their tongues restrained from walking,
+    Till their harts had ended talking.
+
+    _7_ But when their tongues could not speake,
+  Love it selfe did silence breake:
+    Love did set his lips asunder
+    Thus to speake in love and wonder.
+
+    _8_ _Stella_, Sovereigne of my joy,
+  Faire Triumphres in annoy:
+    _Stella_, Starre of heavenly fire,
+    _Stella_, loadstarre of desire.
+
+    _9_ _Stella_, in whose shining eyes
+  Are the lights of _Cupids_ skyes,
+    Whose beames where they are once darted
+    Love there with is straight imparted.
+
+    _10_ _Stella_, whose voyce when it speakes,
+  Sences all asunder breakes:
+  _Stella_, whose voyce when it singeth
+  Angles to acquaintance bringeth.
+
+    _11_ _Stella_, in whose bodie is
+  Writ the carecters of blis:
+    Whose sweete face all beautie passeth,
+    Save the minde which it surpasseth.
+
+    _12_ Graunt, ô graunt, but speach (alas)
+  Failes me, fearing on to passe:
+    Graunt to me, what am I saying?
+    But no sinne there is in praying.
+
+    _13_ Graunt (ô Deare) on knees I pray
+  (Knees on ground he then did stay)
+    That not I, but since I prove you,
+    Time and place from me nere move you.
+
+    _14_ Never season was more fit,
+  Never roome more apt for it:
+    Smiling aire allowes my reason:
+    These birds sing; now use the season.
+
+    _15_ This small winde which so sweete is,
+  See how it the leaves doth kis:
+    Each tree in his best attyring,
+    Sense of Love to Love inspiring.
+
+    _16_ Love makes earth the water drinke,
+  Love to earth makes water sinke:
+    And if dumb things be so wittie,
+    Shall a heavenly Grace want pittie?
+
+    _17_ There his hands (in their speach) faine
+  Would have made tongues language plaine:
+    But her hands his hands compelling,
+    Gave repulse, all grace expelling.
+
+    _18_ Therewithall, away she went,
+  Leaving him with passion rent,
+    With what she had done and spoken,
+    That therewith my song is broken.
+
+
+_The ninth Sonnet._
+
+  Goe my Flocke, goe get you hence,
+    Seeke a better place of feeding,
+  Where you may have some defence
+    From the stormes in my breast bleeding,
+    And showers from mine eyes proceeding.
+
+  _2_ Leave a wretch in whom all woe,
+    Can abide to keepe no measure;
+  Merrie Flocke, such one forgoe
+    Unto whom mirth is displeasure,
+    Onely rich in measures treasure.
+
+  _3_ Yet alas before you goe,
+    Heare your wofull Masters storie,
+  Which to stones I else would showe;
+    Sorrow onely then hath glorie,
+    When tis excellently sorie.
+
+  _4_ _Stella_, fairest Shepheardesse,
+    Fairest, but yet cruelst ever:
+  _Stella_, whom the heavens still blesse,
+    Though against me she persever,
+    Though I blisse inherit never.
+
+  _5_ _Stella_ hath refused mee,
+    _Stella_, who more love hath proved
+  In this caitiffe hart to bee,
+    Than can in good to us be moved
+    Towards Lambkins best beloved.
+
+  _6_ _Stella_ hath refused mee
+      _Astrophel_ that so well served.
+  In this plesant Spring (Muse) see,
+    While in pride flowers be preserved,
+    Himselfe onely, winter starved.
+
+  _7_ Why (alas) then doth she sweare
+    That she loveth me so deerely;
+  Seeing me so long to beare
+    Coales of love that burne so cleerly:
+    And yet leave me hopelesse meerly.
+
+  _8_ Is that love? forsooth I trow.
+    If I saw my good dogg grieved,
+  And a helpe for him did know,
+    My love should not be beleeved,
+    But he were by me releeved.
+
+  _9_ No, she hates me (welaway)
+    Faining love, somewhat to please me,
+  Knowing if she should display
+    All hate, death soone would seaze me,
+    And of hideous torments ease me.
+
+  _10_ Then my deare Flocke now adieu:
+    But alas, if in your straying
+  Heavenly _Stella_ meete with you,
+    Tell her in your piteous blaying
+    Her poore Slaves just decaying.
+
+
+_The Tenth Sonnet._
+
+  O Deare Life, when shall it bee,
+    That mine eyes thine eyes shall see,
+    And in them thy minde discover,
+  Whether absence have had force
+  Thy remembrance to divorce
+    From the image of thy Lover?
+
+  _2_ O if I my selfe finde not
+  By thine absence oft forgot,
+    Nor debard from Beauties treasure,
+  Let no tongue aspire to tell
+  In what high joyes I shall dwell,
+    Onely thought aimes at the pleasure.
+
+  _3_ Thought therefore will I send thee
+  To take up the place for mee,
+    Long I will not after tarrie:
+  There unseene thou maist be bold
+  Those faire wonders to behold,
+    Which in them my hopes do carrie.
+
+  _4_ Thought, see thou no place forbeare,
+  Enter bravely everiewhere,
+    Seaze on all to her belonging:
+  But if thou wouldst garded bee,
+  Fearing her beames, take with thee
+    Strength of liking, rage of longing.
+
+  _5_ O my Thoughts, my Thoughts surcease,
+  Your delights my woes encrease,
+    My life fleetes with too much thinking:
+  Thinke no more, but die in mee,
+  Till thou shalt received bee,
+    At her lips my _Nectar_ drinking.
+
+
+Finis Syr P. S.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Note
+
+
+List of changes made to the text to correct suspected printing errors
+(by comparison with other editions):
+
+Page 4, “romes” changed to “comes” (comes forth her grace).
+
+Page 17, “sume” changed to “some” (And of some sent).
+
+Page 17, “hormanship advaunc” changed to “horsmanship advaunce” (my
+skill in horsmanship advaunce).
+
+Page 26, “durssed” changed to “curssed” (curssed in my blisse).
+
+Page 26, “eloquene” changed to “eloquence” (with dumbe eloquence).
+
+Page 44, “love fooles” changed to “love. Fooles” (Doe _Stella_ love.
+Fooles, who doth it denie?).
+
+Page 47, “paise” changed to “praise” (all song of praise is due).
+
+Page 51, “hard” changed to “heard” (that heard not out).
+
+Page 52, “wrongs” changed to “wrongd” (Princes in subjects wrongd).
+
+Page 56, stanza number “_2_” added to the 7th sonnet.
+
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***
+
+Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will
+be renamed.
+
+Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright
+law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,
+so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the
+United States without permission and without paying copyright
+royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part
+of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG™
+concept and trademark. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark,
+and may not be used if you charge for an eBook, except by following
+the terms of the trademark license, including paying royalties for use
+of the Project Gutenberg trademark. If you do not charge anything for
+copies of this eBook, complying with the trademark license is very
+easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose such as creation
+of derivative works, reports, performances and research. Project
+Gutenberg eBooks may be modified and printed and given away--you may
+do practically ANYTHING in the United States with eBooks not protected
+by U.S. copyright law. Redistribution is subject to the trademark
+license, especially commercial redistribution.
+
+START: FULL LICENSE
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg™ mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase “Project
+Gutenberg”), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full
+Project Gutenberg™ License available with this file or online at
+www.gutenberg.org/license.
+
+Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic works
+
+1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg™
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or
+destroy all copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works in your
+possession. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a
+Project Gutenberg™ electronic work and you do not agree to be bound
+by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the
+person or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph
+1.E.8.
+
+1.B. “Project Gutenberg” is a registered trademark. It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg™ electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See
+paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic works if you follow the terms of this
+agreement and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works. See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation (“the
+Foundation” or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection
+of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works. Nearly all the individual
+works in the collection are in the public domain in the United
+States. If an individual work is unprotected by copyright law in the
+United States and you are located in the United States, we do not
+claim a right to prevent you from copying, distributing, performing,
+displaying or creating derivative works based on the work as long as
+all references to Project Gutenberg are removed. Of course, we hope
+that you will support the Project Gutenberg™ mission of promoting
+free access to electronic works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg™
+works in compliance with the terms of this agreement for keeping the
+Project Gutenberg™ name associated with the work. You can easily
+comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the
+same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg™ License when
+you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are
+in a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States,
+check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this
+agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing,
+distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any
+other Project Gutenberg™ work. The Foundation makes no
+representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any
+country other than the United States.
+
+1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other
+immediate access to, the full Project Gutenberg™ License must appear
+prominently whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg™ work (any work
+on which the phrase “Project Gutenberg” appears, or with which the
+phrase “Project Gutenberg” is associated) is accessed, displayed,
+performed, viewed, copied or distributed:
+
+  This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and
+  most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no
+  restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it
+  under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this
+  eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the
+  United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where
+  you are located before using this eBook.
+
+1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work is
+derived from texts not protected by U.S. copyright law (does not
+contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the
+copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in
+the United States without paying any fees or charges. If you are
+redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase “Project
+Gutenberg” associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply
+either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 or
+obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg™
+trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any
+additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms
+will be linked to the Project Gutenberg™ License for all works
+posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the
+beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg™
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg™.
+
+1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg™ License.
+
+1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including
+any word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access
+to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg™ work in a format
+other than “Plain Vanilla ASCII” or other format used in the official
+version posted on the official Project Gutenberg™ website
+(www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense
+to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means
+of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original “Plain
+Vanilla ASCII” or other form. Any alternate format must include the
+full Project Gutenberg™ License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg™ works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg™ electronic works
+provided that:
+
+• You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+  the use of Project Gutenberg™ works calculated using the method
+  you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed
+  to the owner of the Project Gutenberg™ trademark, but he has
+  agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project
+  Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments must be paid
+  within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are
+  legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. Royalty
+  payments should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project
+  Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in
+  Section 4, “Information about donations to the Project Gutenberg
+  Literary Archive Foundation.”
+
+• You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+  you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+  does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg™
+  License. You must require such a user to return or destroy all
+  copies of the works possessed in a physical medium and discontinue
+  all use of and all access to other copies of Project Gutenberg™
+  works.
+
+• You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of
+  any money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+  electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of
+  receipt of the work.
+
+• You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+  distribution of Project Gutenberg™ works.
+
+1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic work or group of works on different terms than
+are set forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing
+from the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the manager of
+the Project Gutenberg™ trademark. Contact the Foundation as set
+forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+works not protected by U.S. copyright law in creating the Project
+Gutenberg™ collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may
+contain “Defects,” such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate
+or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other
+intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or
+other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or
+cannot be read by your equipment.
+
+1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the “Right
+of Replacement or Refund” described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg™ trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium
+with your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you
+with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in
+lieu of a refund. If you received the work electronically, the person
+or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second
+opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If
+the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing
+without further opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you “AS-IS”, WITH NO
+OTHER WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT
+LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of
+damages. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement
+violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the
+agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
+limitation permitted by the applicable state law. The invalidity or
+unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the
+remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works in
+accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the
+production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses,
+including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of
+the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this
+or any Project Gutenberg™ work, (b) alteration, modification, or
+additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg™ work, and (c) any
+Defect you cause.
+
+Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg™
+
+Project Gutenberg™ is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of
+computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It
+exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations
+from people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg™'s
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg™ collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg™ and future
+generations. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see
+Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation information page at
+www.gutenberg.org
+
+Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non-profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by
+U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's business office is located at 809 North 1500 West,
+Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email contact links and up
+to date contact information can be found at the Foundation's website
+and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact
+
+Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg™ depends upon and cannot survive without
+widespread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine-readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND
+DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular
+state visit www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To
+donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg™ electronic works
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project
+Gutenberg™ concept of a library of electronic works that could be
+freely shared with anyone. For forty years, he produced and
+distributed Project Gutenberg™ eBooks with only a loose network of
+volunteer support.
+
+Project Gutenberg™ eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as not protected by copyright in
+the U.S. unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not
+necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper
+edition.
+
+Most people start at our website which has the main PG search
+facility: www.gutenberg.org
+
+This website includes information about Project Gutenberg™,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
+
+
diff --git a/56375-h/56375-h.htm b/56375-h/56375-h.htm
index 43cf6a6..9f8b0d4 100644
--- a/56375-h/56375-h.htm
+++ b/56375-h/56375-h.htm
@@ -1,3097 +1,3097 @@
-<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN"

-"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">

-<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en">

-<head>

-<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" />

-<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" />

-<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Sir P. S. His Astrophel and Stella, by Philip Sidney</title>

-<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" />

-<style type="text/css">

-

-a {

-    text-decoration: none;

-}

-

-body {

-    margin-left: 10%;

-    margin-right: 10%;

-}

-

-h1,h2,h3 {

-    text-align: center;

-    clear: both;

-}

-

-hr {

-    margin-top: 2em;

-    margin-bottom: 2em;

-    clear: both;

-    width: 65%;

-    margin-left: 17.5%;

-    margin-right: 17.5%;

-}

-

-p {

-    margin-top: 0.5em;

-    text-align: justify;

-    margin-bottom: 0.5em;

-    text-indent: 1em;

-}

-

-.figcenter {

-    margin: auto;

-    text-align: center;

-}

-

-.larger {

-    font-size: 150%;

-}

-

-.pagenum {

-    position: absolute;

-    right: 4%;

-    font-size: smaller;

-    text-align: right;

-    font-style: normal;

-}

-

-.poetry-container {

-    text-align: center;

-    margin: 1em;

-}

-

-.poetry {

-    display: inline-block;

-    text-align: left;

-}

-

-.poetry .stanza {

-    margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;

-}

-

-.poetry .verse {

-    text-indent: -3em;

-    padding-left: 3em;

-}

-

-.poetry .indent1 {

-    text-indent: -2em;

-}

-

-.poetry .indent2 {

-    text-indent: -1em;

-}

-

-.poetry .indent3 {

-    text-indent: 0em;

-}

-

-.smaller {

-    font-size: 80%;

-}

-

-.titlepage {

-    text-align: center;

-    margin-top: 3em;

-    text-indent: 0em;

-}

-

-.transnote-top {

-    background-color: #E6E6FA;

-    color: black;

-    text-align: center;

-    font-size: smaller;

-    padding: 0.5em;

-    margin-bottom: 5em;

-}

-

-.transnote-bottom {

-    background-color: #E6E6FA;

-    color: black;

-    text-align: center;

-    font-size: smaller;

-    padding: 0.5em;

-    margin-top: 5em;

-}

-

-</style>

-</head>

-<body>

-

-<div style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em; font-weight:bold'>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella, by Philip Sidney</div>

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and

-most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions

-whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms

-of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online

-at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you

-are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the

-country where you are located before using this eBook.

-</div>

-<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella</div>

-<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Philip Sidney</div>

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: January 14, 2018 [eBook #56375]<br />

-[Most recently updated: March 12, 2023]</div>

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div>

-<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team</div>

-<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***</div>

-

-<p class="transnote-top">Transcriber’s Note: Variable spelling and hyphenation have been

-retained from the original printing. Some minor errors in punctuation and capitalisation

-have been corrected, and some changes to the text are listed <a href="#transnote">at the end</a>.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">

-<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="Cover image" />

-</div>

-

-<p class="titlepage larger"><img src="images/leaf.jpg" width="40" height="28" alt="Decorative image" /> SIR P. S. HIS<br />

-ASTROPHEL AND<br />

-<i>STELLA</i>.</p>

-

-<p class="titlepage">Wherein the excellence of sweete<br />

-Poesie is concluded.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 100px;">

-<img src="images/deco.jpg" width="100" height="55" alt="Decorative image" />

-</div>

-

-<p class="titlepage">At London,<br />

-<span class="larger">Printed for Thomas Newman.</span><br />

-<span class="smaller"><i>Anno Domini.</i> 1591.</span></p>

-

-<hr />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">

-<img src="images/header.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="Decorative image" />

-</div>

-

-<h1><img src="images/leaf.jpg" width="40" height="28" alt="Decorative image" /> SIR P. S. HIS<br />

-ASTROPHEL AND<br />

-<i>STELLA</i>.</h1>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1">Loving in trueth, and fayne my love in verse to show,</div>

-<div class="verse">That the deere <em>Shee</em>, might take some pleasure of my paine:</div>

-<div class="verse">Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,</div>

-<div class="verse">Knowledge might pittie winne, and pittie grace obtaine.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I sought fit wordes to paint the blackest face of woe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Studying inventions fine, her wittes to entertaine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Oft turning others leaves, to see if thence would flowe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Some fresh and fruitfull showre, upon my Sunne-burnt braine.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But wordes came halting out, wanting inventions stay,</div>

-<div class="verse">Invention Natures childe, fledde Stepdame studies blowes:</div>

-<div class="verse">And others feete, still seem’de but strangers in my way,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thus great with Childe to speake, and helplesse in my throwes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">Byting my trewand penne, beating my selfe for spite:</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">Foole saide my Muse to mee, looke in thy heart and write.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1">Not at first sight, nor with a dribbing shot,</div>

-<div class="verse">Love gave the wound, which while I breath will bleede:</div>

-<div class="verse">But knowne, worth did in mine of time proceede,</div>

-<div class="verse">Till by degrees it had full conquest got.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I sawe and lik’d, I lik’d but loved not,</div>

-<div class="verse">I lov’d, but did not straight what Love decreede:</div>

-<div class="verse">At length to Loves decrees, I forst agreede:</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet with repining at so partiall lot.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Now even that foot-steppe of lost libertie</div>

-<div class="verse">Is gone, and now like slave borne Muscovite:</div>

-<div class="verse">I call it praise to suffer tyrannie,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">And now imploy the remnant of my wit</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">To make my selfe believe that all is well,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1">Let Daintie wittes cry on the Sisters nine,</div>

-<div class="verse">That bravely maskt, their fancies may be tolde:</div>

-<div class="verse">Or Pinders Apes flaunt they in phrases fine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Enamling with pyde flowers their thoughts of gold:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or els let them in statelyee glorie shine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Ennobling new found tropes with problemes old:</div>

-<div class="verse">Or with strange similes, inricht each line,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of hearbes or beasts, which <em>Inde</em> or <em>Affricke</em> hold.</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">For me in sooth, no Muse but one I know,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">Phrases and Problemes from my reach do growe.</div>

-<div class="verse">And straunge things cost too deere for my poor sprites,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">How then? even thus in <em>Stellas</em> face I reede,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">What love and beautie be, then all my deede</div>

-<div class="verse">But coppying is, what in her nature writes.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1">Vertue (alas) now let me take some rest,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thou set’st a bate betweene my will and wit;</div>

-<div class="verse">If vaine love have my simple soule opprest,</div>

-<div class="verse">Leave what thou lik’st not, deale not thou with it.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thy Scepter use in some olde <em>Catoes</em> brest,</div>

-<div class="verse">Churches or Schooles are for thy seat more fit:</div>

-<div class="verse">I doe confes, (pardon a fault confest,)</div>

-<div class="verse">My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit.</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">But if that needes, thou wilt usurping bee</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">The little reason that is left in mee.</div>

-<div class="verse">And still th’ effect of thy perswasions proove,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">I sweare, my heart such one shall shew to thee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent2">That shrines in flesh so true a deitie,</div>

-<div class="verse">That Vertue, thou thy selfe shalt be in love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1">It is most true, that eyes are found to serve</div>

-<div class="verse">The inward light: and that the heavenly part</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerve,</div>

-<div class="verse">Rebels to nature, strive for their owne smart.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">It is most true, what wee call <em>Cupids</em> dart,</div>

-<div class="verse">An Image is, which for ourselves we carve:</div>

-<div class="verse">And fooles adore, in Temple of our hart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Till that good God make church and Church-men starve.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">True that true beautie vertue is in deede,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whereof this beautie can but be a shade:</div>

-<div class="verse">Which Elements with mortall mixture breede,</div>

-<div class="verse">True that on earth we are but Pilgrimes made,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">And should in soule, up to our Country move:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">True and most true, that I must <em>Stella</em> love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Some Lovers speake, when they their Muses entertaine</div>

-<div class="verse">Of hopes begot, by feare, of wot not what desires,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of force of heavenly beames, infusing hellish paine;</div>

-<div class="verse">Of lyving deathes, deere woundes, faire Stormes, and friesing fyres.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Some one his songs in <em>Jove</em> and <em>Joves</em> straunge tales attyres,</div>

-<div class="verse">Bordered with Bulles and Swannes, poudered with golden raine:</div>

-<div class="verse">Another humbler witte to shepheards pipe retyres,</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet hiding royall blood, full oft in Rurall vaine.</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">To some a sweetest plaint a sweetest stile affordes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Whiles teares poure out his inke, and sighes breathe</div>

-<div class="verse">His paper pale despaire, and paine his penne doth move.</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">I can speake what I feele, and feele as much as they,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">But thinke that all the mappe of my state I display,</div>

-<div class="verse">When trembling voice brings foorth, that I do <em>Stella</em> love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">When nature made her chiefe worke, <em>Stella’s</em> eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">In collour blacke, why wrapt she beames so bright?</div>

-<div class="verse">Would she in beamy blacke like Painter wise,</div>

-<div class="verse">Frame daintiest lustre mixte of shades of light?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or did she els that sober hewe devise,</div>

-<div class="verse">In object best, to strength and knitt our sighte</div>

-<div class="verse">Least if no vaile these brave gleames did disguise,</div>

-<div class="verse">They Sun-like should more dazell than delight.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or would she her miraculous power shewe,</div>

-<div class="verse">That whereas blacke seemes Beauties contrarie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Shee even in blacke doth make all Beauties flower</div>

-<div class="verse">Both so and thus; she minding Love should bee</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Plaste ever there, gave him this mourning weede:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">To honour all their deathes, which for her bleede.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Love borne in <em>Greece</em>, of late fled from his native place,</div>

-<div class="verse">Forst by a tedious proofe, that Turkish hardned hart</div>

-<div class="verse">Were no fit marke, to pearce with his fine pointed dart:</div>

-<div class="verse">And pleasd with our lost peace, staide here his fleeting race.</div>

-<div class="verse">But finding these North climes, too coldlie him imbrace,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Not usde to frosen clippes, he strave to finde some part</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Where with most ease and warmth, he might imploy his art.</div>

-<div class="verse">At length he preach’d himselfe in <em>Stellas</em> joyfull face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose faire skinne, beamie eyes, like morning Sunne on snow:</div>

-<div class="verse">Deceiv’d the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light,</div>

-<div class="verse">Effects of livelie heate must needes in nature growe.</div>

-<div class="verse">But shee most faire, most colde; made him thence take his flight</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">To my close hart; where while some fire brands he did lay,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fly away.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Queene Vertues Court, which some call <em>Stellas</em> face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Prepar’d by Natures cheefest furniture:</div>

-<div class="verse">Hath his front built of Alabaster pure.</div>

-<div class="verse">Gold is the covering of that statelie place.</div>

-<div class="verse">The doore, by which sometimes comes forth her grace</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Red Porphire is, which locke of Pearle makes sure:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Whose Porches rich, with name of chekes indure,</div>

-<div class="verse">Marble mixt red and white, doe enterlace.</div>

-<div class="verse">The Windowes now, through which this heavenly guest</div>

-<div class="verse">Lookes ore the world, and can finde nothing such,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which dare claime from those lights the name of best,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of touch they are, that without touch doe touch,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Which Cupids selfe, from beauties mine did drawe:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Of touch they are, and poore I am their strawe.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still</div>

-<div class="verse">Would’st brabling be, with sence and love in me:</div>

-<div class="verse">I rather with thee climbe the Muses hill,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or reach the fruite of Natures chiefest tree:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or seeke heavens course, or heavens inside to see:</div>

-<div class="verse">Why should’st thou toyle, our thornie soyle to till?</div>

-<div class="verse">Leave sence and those that sences objects be,</div>

-<div class="verse">Deale thou with powers, of thoughts leave love to will.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But thou wouldst needes fight both with Love and sence,</div>

-<div class="verse">With sworde of witte, giving woundes of dispraise:</div>

-<div class="verse">Till down-right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence,</div>

-<div class="verse">So soone as they strake thee with <em>Stellas</em> rayes.</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Reason, thou knewest, and offered straight to prove;</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">By reason good, good reason her to love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">In truth oh Love: with what a boyish kinde</div>

-<div class="verse">Thou doost proceede, in thy most serious waies;</div>

-<div class="verse">That when the heaven to thee his best displaies,</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet of that best thou leav’st the best behinde.</div>

-<div class="verse">That like a Childe that some faire booke doth finde</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">With gilden leaves of colloured Velom, playes</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Or at the most on some faire picture stares,</div>

-<div class="verse">But never heedes the fruite of Writers minde.</div>

-<div class="verse">So when thou sawest in Natures cabinet,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, thou straight lokest babies in her eyes:</div>

-<div class="verse">In her chekes pit, thou didst thy pitfall set,</div>

-<div class="verse">And in her brest bo-peepe or touching lyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Playing and shining in each outward part:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">But foole seekst not to get into her hart.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Cupid</em> because thou shin’st in <em>Stellas</em> eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">That from her lookes thy day-nets now scapes free:</div>

-<div class="verse">That those lips swelde so full of thee they be.</div>

-<div class="verse">That her sweet breath makes all thy flames t’arise,</div>

-<div class="verse">That in her brest thy pap well sugred lyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That her grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that shee,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">What word so ere shee speakes, perswades for thee:</div>

-<div class="verse">That her cleere voice, lifts thy fame to the skyes.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou countest <em>Stella</em> thine, like those whose powres</div>

-<div class="verse">Having got up a breach; (by fighting well)</div>

-<div class="verse">Cry victorie, this faire day all is ours:</div>

-<div class="verse">Oh no, her heart is such a Cytadell.</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">So fortified with wit, stor’d with disdaine:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">That to winne it, is all the skill and paine.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Phœbus</em> was Judge, betweene <em>Jove</em>, <em>Mars,</em> &amp; love,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of those three Gods whose armes the fairest were:</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Joves</em> golden shield, did Eagle Sables beare:</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose talents held young <em>Ganimede</em> above.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But in verde fielde, <em>Mars</em> bare a golden Speare,</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Which through a bleeding heart, his point did shove:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Each had his Crest, <em>Mars</em> carried <em>Venus</em> glove.</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Jove</em> on his Helme the Thunderbolt did reare.</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Cupid</em> then smiles, for on his crest there lyes</div>

-<div class="verse indent3"><em>Stellas</em> faire haire, her face he makes his shielde:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">Where Roses gueules, are borne in silver fielde.</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Phœbus</em> drewe wide the Curtaine of the skyes</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">To blase the last, and swore devoutly then:</div>

-<div class="verse indent3">The first thus macht, were scarcely Gentlemen.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Alas, have I not paine enough my friend,</div>

-<div class="verse">Uppon whose breast, a fiercer gripe doth tyre,</div>

-<div class="verse">Than did on him, who first stole downe the fyre;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">While Love on me, doth all his quiver spend,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But with your rubarbe wordes you must contend,</div>

-<div class="verse">To greeve me worse in saying, that desier</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth plunge my well form’d soule, even in the mier</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of sinfull thoughtes, which doe in ruine ende.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">If that be sinne which doth the manners frame,</div>

-<div class="verse">Well stayed with trueth, in worde and faith of deede,</div>

-<div class="verse">Readie of wit, and fearing nought but shame;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">If it be sin which in fixt hart dooth breede,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">A loathing of all lose unchastitie;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Then love is sin, and let me sinfull bee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">You that do search for every purling spring,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which from the rybs of old <em>Parnassus</em> flowes,</div>

-<div class="verse">And every flower (not sweete perhaps) which growes</div>

-<div class="verse">Neere there about, into your Poesie wring.</div>

-<div class="verse">Ye that do Dictionaries method bring</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Into your rymes, running in ratling rowes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">You that poore <em>Petrarchs</em> long deceased woes</div>

-<div class="verse">With new borne sighes, &amp; devised wit do sing;</div>

-<div class="verse">You take wrong wayes, those far-fet helps be such,</div>

-<div class="verse">As doe bewray a want of inward tutch,</div>

-<div class="verse">And sure at length stolne goods doe come to light.</div>

-<div class="verse">But if both for your love and skill you name,</div>

-<div class="verse">You seeke to nurse at fullest brest of Fame,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> behold and then begin t’endite.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">In nature apt to like, when I did see</div>

-<div class="verse">Beauties which were of many Carrects fine,</div>

-<div class="verse">My boyling spirits did thether soone encline,</div>

-<div class="verse">And Love I thought that I was full of thee;</div>

-<div class="verse">But finding not those restles flames in mee</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Which others said did make their soules to pyne,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I thought those babes of some pins hurt did whine:</div>

-<div class="verse">By my love judging what loves paines might be.</div>

-<div class="verse">But while I thus with this young Lyon plaid,</div>

-<div class="verse">Myne eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>: now shee is nam’de, neede more be sayd?</div>

-<div class="verse">In her sight I a lesson new have speld.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I now have learnd love right, and learnd even so,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">As who by being poysond doth poyson know.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">His mother deere <em>Cupid</em> offended late,</div>

-<div class="verse">Because that <em>Mars</em> grew slacker in her love,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">With pricking shot he did not throughly move</div>

-<div class="verse">To keepe the pace of their first loving state:</div>

-<div class="verse">The boy refusde, for feare of <em>Marses</em> hate;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Who threatned stripes, if he his wrath did prove:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But she in chafe him from her lap did shove,</div>

-<div class="verse">Brake bowe, brake shafts, where <em>Cupid</em> weeping sate,</div>

-<div class="verse">Till that his Grandam Nature pittying it,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of <em>Stellas</em> browes made him two better bowes:</div>

-<div class="verse">And in her eyes of arrowes infinit.</div>

-<div class="verse">O how for joye he leapes, ô how he crowes;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And straight therewith, like wagges new got to play:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Falls to shrewde turnes, and I was in his way.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">With what strange checkes I in my selfe am shent,</div>

-<div class="verse">When into Reasons Audit I doe goe:</div>

-<div class="verse">And by just counts my selfe a Bankerowt know</div>

-<div class="verse">Of all those goods which heaven to me hath lent,</div>

-<div class="verse">Unable quite, to pay even Natures rent,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Which unto it by birth-right I doe owe:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And which is worse, no good excuse can showe,</div>

-<div class="verse">But that my wealth I have most idely spent,</div>

-<div class="verse">My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">My wit doth strive, those passions to defende</div>

-<div class="verse">Which for reward, spoyle it with vaine annoyes;</div>

-<div class="verse">I see my course, to lose my selfe doth bende.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I see and yet no greater sorrowe take</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Than that I looke no more for <em>Stellas</em> sake.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">On <em>Cupids</em> bowe, how are my hart strings bent?</div>

-<div class="verse">That see my wracke, and yet imbrace the same:</div>

-<div class="verse">When most I glorie, then I feele most shame;</div>

-<div class="verse">I willing run, yet while I runne repent;</div>

-<div class="verse">My best wittes still their owne disgrace invent,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My verie ynke, turnes straight to <em>Stella’s</em> name:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And yet my words (as them my penne doth frame)</div>

-<div class="verse">Against themselves that they are vainely spent.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">For though she passe all things, yet what is all</div>

-<div class="verse">That unto me, who fare like him that both</div>

-<div class="verse">Lookes to the skyes and in a ditch doth fall,</div>

-<div class="verse">O let me prop my mind yet in his grouth</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And not in nature, for best fruits unfit;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Scholler saith Love bend hitherward your wit.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Fly, flye my friends, I have my deathes wound, flye;</div>

-<div class="verse">See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who like a thiefe hid in a bush doth lye,</div>

-<div class="verse">Tyll blooddy bullet get him wrongfull pray.</div>

-<div class="verse">So, tyrant he no fitter place could spy,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor so farre levell in so secrete stay:</div>

-<div class="verse">As that sweete blacke which veiles thy heavenly eye.</div>

-<div class="verse">There himselfe with his shot he close doth laye.</div>

-<div class="verse">Poore passenger, passe now thereby I did,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And staid pleasd with prospect of the place,</div>

-<div class="verse">While that black hue from me the bad guest hid,</div>

-<div class="verse">But straight I saw motions of lightnings grace,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And there descried the glisterings of his dart:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But ere I could flie thence, it pearst my hart.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Your words my freend right helthfull caustickes blame.</div>

-<div class="verse">My young minde marde whom Love doth windlase so:</div>

-<div class="verse">That my owne writings like bad servants showe</div>

-<div class="verse">My wits, quick in vaine thoughts, in vertue lame;</div>

-<div class="verse">That <em>Plato</em> I reade for nought, but if he tame</div>

-<div class="verse">Such coltish giers; that to my birth I owe</div>

-<div class="verse">Nobler desires: lest els that friendly foe</div>

-<div class="verse">Great expectation were a traine of shame.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For since mad <em>March</em> great promise made to mee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">If now the <em>May</em> of my yeeres much decline,</div>

-<div class="verse">What can be hop’d my harvest time will be,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sure you say well, your wisedomes golden myne</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Digs deepe with learnings spade: now tell me this,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Hath this world ought so faire as <em>Stella</em> is?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">In highest way of heaven the Sunne did ride,</div>

-<div class="verse">Progressing then from fayre Twynns golden place,</div>

-<div class="verse">Having no maske of Clowdes before his face,</div>

-<div class="verse">But shining forth of heat in his chiefe pride,</div>

-<div class="verse">When some faire Ladies by hard promise tyde,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">On horsebacke met him in his furious race,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Yet each prepar’de with Fannes well shading grace,</div>

-<div class="verse">From that foes wounds their tender skinnes to hide.</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> alone, with face unarmed marcht,</div>

-<div class="verse">Either to doe like him, which open shone:</div>

-<div class="verse">Or carelesse of the welth, because her owne.</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parcht,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Her dainties bare went free; the cause was this,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">The Sunne which others burnt, did her but kisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenes</div>

-<div class="verse">Bewray it selfe in my long setled eyes:</div>

-<div class="verse">Whence those same fumes of mellancholie rise,</div>

-<div class="verse">With idle paines and missing ayme do gesse;</div>

-<div class="verse">Some that know how, my spring I did adresse,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Deem’d that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Others, because the Prince my service tryes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thinke that I thinke, State errors to redresse;</div>

-<div class="verse">But harder Judges, judge ambitious rage,</div>

-<div class="verse">(Scourge of it selfe, still clyming slippery place)</div>

-<div class="verse">Holds my young braine captiv’d in golden cage.</div>

-<div class="verse">O fooles, or over-wise, alas the case;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of all my thoughts have neither stop nor start,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But onely <em>Stellas</em> eyes, and <em>Stellas</em> hart.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Rich fooles there there be, whose base and filthie hart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Lyes hatching still the goods wherein they flow:</div>

-<div class="verse">And damning their owne selves to <em>Tantal’s</em> smart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Welth breeding want, more rich, more wretched grow.</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet to those fooles, heaven doth such wit impart,</div>

-<div class="verse">As what their hands doe hold, their heads doe know.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">And knowing love, and loving lay apart,</div>

-<div class="verse">As scattered things, farre from all dangers show.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But that rich foole, who by blind Fortunes lot,</div>

-<div class="verse">The richest gem of love and life enjoyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">And can with foule abuse such beauties blot:</div>

-<div class="verse">Let him deprived of sweet, but unfelt joyes</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Exilde for aye, from those high treasures which</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">He knowes not grow, in onely follie rich.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">The wisest scholler of the wight most wise,</div>

-<div class="verse">By <em>Phœbus</em> doome, with sugred sentence sayes:</div>

-<div class="verse">That vertue if it once meete with our eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Strange flames of love it in our soules would rayse.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But for that man with paine this truth discries,</div>

-<div class="verse">While he each thing in sences ballance wayes,</div>

-<div class="verse">And so, nor will nor can behold those skyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which inward Summe to heroicke mindes displaies.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Vertue of late with vertuous care to stir</div>

-<div class="verse">Love of himselfe, takes <em>Stellas</em> shape, that hee</div>

-<div class="verse">To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her.</div>

-<div class="verse">It is most true, for since I her did see,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Vertues great beautie in her face I prove,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And finde th’ effect, for I doe burne in love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Though duskie wits dare scorne Astrologie,</div>

-<div class="verse">And fooles can thinke those lampes of purest light,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose number, waies, greatnes, eternitie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Promising wondrous wonders to invite,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To have for no cause birth-right in the skyes.</div>

-<div class="verse">But for to spangle the blacke weedes of Night,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or for some Braule which in that Chamber hie,</div>

-<div class="verse">They should still daunce to please a gazers sight.</div>

-<div class="verse">For mee I doe Nature unydle know,</div>

-<div class="verse">And know great causes, great effects procure,</div>

-<div class="verse">And know those bodies high, raigne on the low.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">And if these rules did fayle, proofe makes me sure,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Who oft foresee my after following case,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">By onely those two starres in <em>Stella’s</em> face.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Because I oft in darke abstracted guise,</div>

-<div class="verse">Seeme most alone in greatest company,</div>

-<div class="verse">With dearth of words, and aunswers quite awry,</div>

-<div class="verse">To them that would make speech of speech arise;</div>

-<div class="verse">They deeme, and of their doome the rumor flies,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lie</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So in my swelling brest, that onely I</div>

-<div class="verse">Faune on my selfe, all others doe dispise:</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet pride (I thinke) doth not my soule possesse,</div>

-<div class="verse">(Which lookes too oft in this unflattering glasse)</div>

-<div class="verse">But one worse fault, ambition I confesse,</div>

-<div class="verse">That makes me oft my best freends over-passe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Unseene unheard, while thought to highest place</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Bends all his powers, even unto <em>Stellas</em> grace.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">You that with allegories curious frame</div>

-<div class="verse">Of others children changelings use to make,</div>

-<div class="verse">With mee those paines for good now doe not take,</div>

-<div class="verse">I list not dig so deepe for brasen fame.</div>

-<div class="verse">When I see <em>Stella</em>, I doe meane the same</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Princesse of beautie, for whose onely sake,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">The raynes of love I love, though never slake;</div>

-<div class="verse">And joy therein, though Nations count it shame:</div>

-<div class="verse">I begge no subject to use eloquence,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor in hid waies to guide Philosophie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Looke at my hands for no such quintessence,</div>

-<div class="verse">But know that I in pure simplicitie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Breath out the flames which burn within my hart,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Love only leading me into this arte.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Like some weake Lords Neighbord by mightie kings,</div>

-<div class="verse">To keepe themselves and their chiefe Cities free,</div>

-<div class="verse">Doe easily yeelde, that all their coast may be</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Readie to serve their Campe of needfull things:</div>

-<div class="verse">So <em>Stellas</em> hart finding what power Love brings,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To keepe it selfe in life and libertie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Doth willing graunt that in the Frontire he</div>

-<div class="verse">Use all to help his other conquerings.</div>

-<div class="verse">And thus her hart escapes, but thus her eyes</div>

-<div class="verse">Serve him with shot, her lips his Heralds are,</div>

-<div class="verse">Her brests his Tents, legges his tryumphall Chare,</div>

-<div class="verse">Herselfe his foode, her skin his Armour brave.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And I but for because my prospect lyes:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Upon that coast, am given up for slave.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Whether the Turkish new Moone minded be,</div>

-<div class="verse">To fill her hornes this yeere on Christian coast,</div>

-<div class="verse">How Polands King mindes without leave of hoast,</div>

-<div class="verse">To warme with ill made fire cold <em>Muscovie</em>,</div>

-<div class="verse">If French can yet three parts in one agree,</div>

-<div class="verse">What now the Dutch in their full diets boast,</div>

-<div class="verse">How Holland harts, now so good Townes are lost,</div>

-<div class="verse">Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree.</div>

-<div class="verse">How Ulster likes of the same goldenbitt,</div>

-<div class="verse">Wherewith my Father made it once halfe tame,</div>

-<div class="verse">If in the Scottish Court be weltering yet;</div>

-<div class="verse">These questions busie wits to me do frame,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I combered with good manners, aunswere doe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But know not how, for still I thinke on <em>you</em>.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim’st the skyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">How silently, and with how meane a face,</div>

-<div class="verse">What may it be, that even in heavenly place,</div>

-<div class="verse">That busie Archer his sharpe Arrowes tryes?</div>

-<div class="verse">Sure if that long with love acquainted eyes</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Can judge of love, thou feelst of Lovers case,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I reade within thy lookes thy languisht grace.</div>

-<div class="verse">To mee that feele the like, my state discries.</div>

-<div class="verse">Then even of fellowship ô Moone tell me,</div>

-<div class="verse">Is constant love deemde there but want of wit?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Are beauties there, as proude as here there be?</div>

-<div class="verse">Doe they above, love to be lov’d, and yet</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Those Lovers scorne, whom that love doth possesse?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Doe they call vertue there ungratefulnesse?</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Morpheus</em> the lively sonne of deadlie Sleepe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Witnes of life to them that living die:</div>

-<div class="verse">A Prophet oft, and oft an Historie,</div>

-<div class="verse">A Poet eake as humors flye and creepe:</div>

-<div class="verse">Since thou in me so sure a power doost keepe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That never I with clos’d up fence doe lye,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But by thy worke, my <em>Stella</em> I discry,</div>

-<div class="verse">Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whence hast thou Ivorie, Rubies, Pearle, and Golde,</div>

-<div class="verse">To shew <em>her</em> skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?</div>

-<div class="verse">(Foole aunswers he) no <em>Indes</em> such treasures hold,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But from thy hart, while my Sire charmeth thee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sweet <em>Stellas</em> Image I do steale to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">I might, unhappy word, (woe me) I might,</div>

-<div class="verse">And then would not, nor could not see my blisse:</div>

-<div class="verse">Till now, wrapt in a most infernall Night,</div>

-<div class="verse">I finde, how heavenly day (wretch) did I misse;</div>

-<div class="verse">Hart rent thy selfe, thou doost thy selfe but right.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">No lovely <em>Paris</em> made thy <em>Helen</em> his,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">No force, no fraude, robd thee of thy delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor fortune of thy fortune Author is;</div>

-<div class="verse">But to my selfe, my selfe did give the blow,</div>

-<div class="verse">While too much wit forsooth so trubled me,</div>

-<div class="verse">That I respects for both our sakes must show,</div>

-<div class="verse">And yet could not by rysing morne fore-see,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">How faire a day was neere, (ô punisht eyes)</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That I had beene more foolish, or more wise.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Come let me write, and to what end? to ease</div>

-<div class="verse">A burthened hart, (how can words ease, which are</div>

-<div class="verse">The glasses of thy daily vexing care?)</div>

-<div class="verse">Oft cruell fights well pictured forth doe please,</div>

-<div class="verse">Art not asham’d to publish thy disease?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Nay, that may breede my fame, it is so rare,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But will not wise men thinke thy words fonde ware?</div>

-<div class="verse">Then be they close, and they shall none displease,</div>

-<div class="verse">What idler thing than speake and not be heard?</div>

-<div class="verse">What harder thing than smart and not to speake?</div>

-<div class="verse">Peace foolish wit, with wit my wit is marde;</div>

-<div class="verse">Thus write I while I doubt to write, and wreake</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My harmes in ynkes poore losse, perhaps some finde</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stellas</em> great power, that so confus’d my minde.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">What may words say? or what may words not say,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where truth it selfe must speake like flattery?</div>

-<div class="verse">Within what bounds can one his lyking stay,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where Nature doth with infinite agree?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">What <em>Nestors</em> counsell can my flames allay,</div>

-<div class="verse">Since Reasons selfe doth blow the coles to me?</div>

-<div class="verse">And ah, what hope that hope should once see day,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where <em>Cupid</em> is sworne page to Chastitie;</div>

-<div class="verse">Honour is honoured that thou dost possesse</div>

-<div class="verse">Him as thy slave, and now long needie Fame</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth even grow rich, meaning my <em>Stellas</em> name;</div>

-<div class="verse">Wit learnes in <em>thee</em> perfection to expresse,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Not <em>thou</em> by praise, but praise in <em>thee</em> is raised,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">It is a praise, to praise where <em>thou</em> art praised.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whence doth these newe assaults arise,</div>

-<div class="verse">A conquerd, yeelding, ransackt hart to win?</div>

-<div class="verse">Whereto long since, through my long battred eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whole Armies of <em>thy</em> beauties entred in,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And there long since, Love thy Lieuetenant lyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">My forces raz’d, thy banners rais’d within</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Of conquest, what do these effects suffise,</div>

-<div class="verse">But wilt new warre uppon thine owne begin,</div>

-<div class="verse">With so sweet voyce, and by sweet nature so,</div>

-<div class="verse">In sweetest strength, so sweetly skild withall,</div>

-<div class="verse">In all sweet stratagems sweet Art can shew:</div>

-<div class="verse">That not my soule which at thy foot did fall</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Long since forst by thy beames; but stone nor tree</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">By sences priviledge can scape from thee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">This night while sleepe begins, with heavie wings</div>

-<div class="verse">To close mine eyes, and the unbitted thought</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth fall to stray, and my chiefe powers are brought</div>

-<div class="verse">To leave the scepter of all subject things,</div>

-<div class="verse">The first that straight my fancies errour brings</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Unto my minde, is <em>Stellas</em> Image, wrought</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">By Loves owne selfe, but with so curious draught,</div>

-<div class="verse">That she me thinkes not onely shines but sings:</div>

-<div class="verse">I start, looke, harke, but what inclos’d up sence</div>

-<div class="verse">Was helde in open sence it flyes away,</div>

-<div class="verse">Leaving me nought but wayling eloquence.</div>

-<div class="verse">I seeing Better sights in sighes decay,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Conclude a new, and woed Sleepe againe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But him her hoast that unkind guest had slaine.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Come Sleepe, ô Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,</div>

-<div class="verse">The bathing place of wits, the balme of woe,</div>

-<div class="verse">The poore mans wealth, the prysoners release,</div>

-<div class="verse">The indifferent judge betweene the high and lowe,</div>

-<div class="verse">With shield of proofe, shield me from out the presse</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of these fierce darts, Dispaire at me doth throw;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O make in me those civill warres to cease:</div>

-<div class="verse">I will good trybute pay if thou do so.</div>

-<div class="verse">Take thou of me smooth pillowes, sweetest bed;</div>

-<div class="verse">A chamber deafe of noyse, and blinde of light,</div>

-<div class="verse">A rosie garland, and a wearie head.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">And if these things (as being thine in right)</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Move not thy heavie grace, thou shalt in mee</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Livelier than els where <em>Stellas</em> Image see.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">As good to write, as for to lie and groane,</div>

-<div class="verse">O <em>Stella</em> deere, how much <em>thy</em> power hath wrought,</div>

-<div class="verse">That hast my minde now of the basest brought,</div>

-<div class="verse">My still kept course while others sleepe to moane;</div>

-<div class="verse">Alas if from the height of Vertues throane,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Upon a wretch which long <em>thy</em> grace hath sought,</div>

-<div class="verse">Way then how I by thee am overthrowne;</div>

-<div class="verse">And then thinke thus, although <em>thy</em> beautie be</div>

-<div class="verse">Made manifest, by such a victorie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet noblest Conquerers doe wreake avoide;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Since then <em>thou</em> hast so farre subdued me,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That in my hart I offer still to <em>thee</em>,</div>

-<div class="verse">O doe not let thy Temple be destroide.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Having this days, my horse, my hand, my Launce</div>

-<div class="verse">Guided so well, that I obtaind the prize,</div>

-<div class="verse">Both by the judgment of the English eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">And of some sent from that sweet enmie Fraunce,</div>

-<div class="verse">Horsmen my skill in horsmanship advaunce,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Towne folke my strength: a daintier Judge applies</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">His praise to flight, which from good use doth rise:</div>

-<div class="verse">Some luckie wits, impute it but to chaunce:</div>

-<div class="verse">Others, because from both sides I doe take</div>

-<div class="verse">My blood, from them that doe excell in this,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thinke Nature me a man at Armes did make.</div>

-<div class="verse">How farre they shoot awry; the true cause is,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em> lookt on, and from her heavenly face,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sent forth the beames, which made so faire a race.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O Eyes which doe the Spheres of beautie move,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose beames all joyes, whose joyes all vertues be:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,</div>

-<div class="verse">The Schooles where <em>Venus</em> hath learnd Chastitie;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O eyes, where humble lookes most glorious prove,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Onely loved tyrants just in crueltie.</div>

-<div class="verse">Doe not, doe not, from poore me, once remove,</div>

-<div class="verse">Keepe still my Zenith, ever shine on me;</div>

-<div class="verse">For though I never see them, but straight waies</div>

-<div class="verse">My life forgets to nourish languisht sprights:</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet still on me (ô eyes) dart downe your rayes;</div>

-<div class="verse">And if from Majestie of sacred Lights</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Oppressing mortall sence, my death proceede:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Wreckes tryumphs best, which Love hie set doth breed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Faire eyes, sweet lips, deere hart, that foolish I</div>

-<div class="verse">Could hope by <em>Cupids</em> helpe, on you to pray:</div>

-<div class="verse">Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply,</div>

-<div class="verse">As his maine force, chiefe sport, and easefull stay.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For when he will see who dare him gainsay,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Then with those eyes he lookes, loe by and by,</div>

-<div class="verse">Each soule doth at Loves feete his weapons lay,</div>

-<div class="verse">Glad if for <em>her</em> he give them leave to die.</div>

-<div class="verse">When he will play, then in <em>her</em> lips he is,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where blushing red, that Loves selfe them do love,</div>

-<div class="verse">With either lip he doth the other kisse</div>

-<div class="verse">But when he will for quiets sake remove</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">From all the world, <em>her</em> hart is then his roome:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Where well he knowes, no man to him can come.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">My words I know doe well set forth my minde,</div>

-<div class="verse">My minde bemones his sence of inward smart;</div>

-<div class="verse">Such smart may pittie claime of any hart;</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Her</em> hart, sweete hart, is of no Tygers kinde,</div>

-<div class="verse">And yet <em>she</em> heares, and I no pittie finde,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But more I cry, lesse grace <em>she</em> doth impart;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Alas, what cause is there so overthwart,</div>

-<div class="verse">That Noblenes it selfe makes thus unkinde?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">I much doe gesse, yet finde no truth save this,</div>

-<div class="verse">That when the breath of my complaint doe touch</div>

-<div class="verse">Those daintie doores unto the Court of Blisse,</div>

-<div class="verse">The heavenly nature of that place is such:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That once come there, the sobs of my annoyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Are metamorphos’d straight to tunes of joyes.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> oft sees the verie face of woes</div>

-<div class="verse">Painted in my beclowded stormie face:</div>

-<div class="verse">But cannot skill to pittie my disgrace;</div>

-<div class="verse">No though thereof the cause <em>her selfe shee</em> knowes.</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet hearing late a fable which did show,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of Lovers never knowne, (a grievous case)</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Pittie thereof got in her breast such place,</div>

-<div class="verse">As from <em>her</em> eyes, a Spring of teares did flow.</div>

-<div class="verse">Alas, if Fancie drawne by ymag’d things,</div>

-<div class="verse">Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breede</div>

-<div class="verse">Then Servants wreck, where new doubts honor brings,</div>

-<div class="verse">Than thinke my <em>Deere</em>, that in me you doe reede</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of Lovers ruine some thrise sad Tragædie:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I am not I, pittie the tale of me.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case,</div>

-<div class="verse">Blind hitting Boy, since <em>shee</em> that thee and me</div>

-<div class="verse">Rules with a becke, so tyranniseth thee,</div>

-<div class="verse">That thou must want or foode or dwelling place;</div>

-<div class="verse">For <em>Shee</em> protests to banish thee <em>her</em> face.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Her</em> face (ô Love) a roge thou then should’st bee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">If Love learne not alone to love and see,</div>

-<div class="verse">Without desire to feede on further grace.</div>

-<div class="verse">Alas poore wagge, that now a Scholler art</div>

-<div class="verse">To such a Schoole-mistris, whose lessons new</div>

-<div class="verse">Thou needes must misse, and so thou needes must smart;</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet <em>deere</em>, let me this pardon get of <em>you</em>,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So long though he from booke mich to desire.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Till without Fuell, <em>thou</em> can make hote fire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">What, have I thus betraide my libertie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Can those black beames, such burning marks engrave</div>

-<div class="verse">In my free side, or am I borne a slave,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie?</div>

-<div class="verse">Or want I sence to feele my miserie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or spirit, disdaine of such disdaine to have,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Who for long faith the daily helpe I crave,</div>

-<div class="verse">May get no almes, but scorne of beggerie.</div>

-<div class="verse">Vertue awake, beautie but beautie is;</div>

-<div class="verse">I may, I must, I can, I will, I doe</div>

-<div class="verse">Leave following that which it is gaine to misse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Let her goe: soft, but there she comes, goe to,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Unkind I love you, not, (O mee) that eye</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Doth make my hart give to my tongue a lye.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where vertue is made strong by beauties might,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where love is chastnes, paine doth learne delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">And humblenes growes on with majestie;</div>

-<div class="verse">What ever may ensue, O let me be</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Copartner of the ritches of that sight:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Let not mine eyes be driven from that light;</div>

-<div class="verse">ô looke, ô shine, ô let me die and see,</div>

-<div class="verse">For though I oft my selfe of them bemone,</div>

-<div class="verse">That through my hart their beamie darts be gone,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose curelesse wounds even nowe most freshly bleede;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Yet since my deaths wound is already got,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Deere killer, spare not <em>thy</em> sweete cruell shot,</div>

-<div class="verse">A kinde of grace it is to slaye with speede.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">I on my horse, and Love on me doth trie</div>

-<div class="verse">Our horsmanship, while by strange worke I prove,</div>

-<div class="verse">A horsman to my horse, a horse to Love;</div>

-<div class="verse">And now mans wrongs in me poore beast discry.</div>

-<div class="verse">The raines wherewith my ryder doth me tie</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Are reverent thoughts, which bit of reverence move,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">Curbde in with feare, but with gilt bosse above</div>

-<div class="verse">Of hope, which makes it seeme faire to the eye:</div>

-<div class="verse">The wande is will, thou fancie saddle art,</div>

-<div class="verse">Girt fast by memorie; and while I spurre</div>

-<div class="verse">My horse, he spurres with sharpe desires my hart,</div>

-<div class="verse">He sits me fast how ever I doe sturre,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And now hath made me to his hand so right,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That in the manage, my selfe do take delight.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, the fulnes of my thoughts of thee</div>

-<div class="verse">Cannot be stayed within my panting brest:</div>

-<div class="verse">But they do swell and struggle forth of me,</div>

-<div class="verse">Till that in words thy figure be exprest;</div>

-<div class="verse">And yet as soone as they so formed be,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">According to my Lord Loves owne behest,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With sad eyes I their weake proportion see</div>

-<div class="verse">To portract what within this world is best.</div>

-<div class="verse">So that I cannot chuse but write my minde,</div>

-<div class="verse">And cannot chuse but put out what I write,</div>

-<div class="verse">While those poore babes their death in birth doe find;</div>

-<div class="verse">And now my penne these lynes had dashed quite,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But that they stop his furie from the same:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Because their fore-front beares sweet <em>Stellas</em> name.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Pardon mine eares, both I and they doe pray,</div>

-<div class="verse">So may <em>your</em> tongue full flauntingly proceede,</div>

-<div class="verse">To them that doe such entertainments neede;</div>

-<div class="verse">So may <em>you</em> still have somewhat new to say.</div>

-<div class="verse">On sillie me, doe not <em>you</em> burthen lay</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of all the grave conceipts <em>your</em> braine doth breede,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But find some <em>Hercules</em>, to beard (in steede</div>

-<div class="verse">Of <em>Atlas</em> tyrde) <em>your</em> wisedomes heavenly sway.</div>

-<div class="verse">For me while you discourse of courtly tydes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of cunningst Fishers in most troubled streames,</div>

-<div class="verse">Of straying waves when valiant errour guides:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Meane while my hart confers with <em>Stellas</em> beames,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And is even woe that so sweet Comedie,</div>

-<div class="verse">By such unfuted speech, should hindered be.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">A Strife is growne betweene Vertue and Love,</div>

-<div class="verse">While each pretends, that <em>Stella</em> must be his;</div>

-<div class="verse">Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love doe this,</div>

-<div class="verse">Since they doe weare his badge, most firmely prove;</div>

-<div class="verse">But Vertue thus, that title doth disprove.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That <em>Stella</em>, (ô deere name) that <em>Stella</em> is,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That vertuous Soule, sure heyre of heavenly Blisse:</div>

-<div class="verse">Not this faire outside, which our hart doth move;</div>

-<div class="verse">And therefore, though <em>her</em> beauty and <em>her</em> grace,</div>

-<div class="verse">Be Loves indeede, in <em>Stellas</em> selfe he may</div>

-<div class="verse">By no pretence claime any manner place.</div>

-<div class="verse">Well Love, since this Demurre our sute doth staie.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Let Vertue have that <em>Stellas</em> selfe, yet thus,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That Vertue but that body graunt to us.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">In Martiall sportes I had my cunning tryde,</div>

-<div class="verse">And yet to breake more Staves I did mee adresse</div>

-<div class="verse">While that the peopl’s showtes: I must confesse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Youth, luck, and praise, even filld my vaines with pride;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">When <em>Cupid</em> having me his slave descride,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">In <em>Mars</em> his liverie, prauncing in the presse.</div>

-<div class="verse">What now sir foole said he (I would no lesse)</div>

-<div class="verse">Looke heere I say; I lookt, and <em>Stella</em> spide:</div>

-<div class="verse">Who hard by through a window sent forth light;</div>

-<div class="verse">My hart then quake, then daz’led were my eyes.</div>

-<div class="verse">One hand forgot to rule, th’ other to fight,</div>

-<div class="verse">No Trumpet sound I heard, nor freendly cries;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My foe came on, and beate the ayre for mee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Till that her blush, taught me my shame to see.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Because I breathe not love to every one,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor doe not use sette Colours for to weare:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Nor nourish speciall locks with vowed haire,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor give each speech a full point of a grone,</div>

-<div class="verse">The Courtly Nymphes acquainted with the mone</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of them, which in their lips Loves Standard beare:</div>

-<div class="verse">What he, (say they of me) now I dare sweare,</div>

-<div class="verse">He cannot love: no, no, let him alone.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And thinke so still, so <em>Stella</em> know my minde.</div>

-<div class="verse">Professe in deede, I do not <em>Cupid’s</em> art.</div>

-<div class="verse">But you faire Maides, at length this true shall find,</div>

-<div class="verse">That his right badge, is but worne in the hart.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Dumbe Swans, not chattering Pyes doe Lovers prove,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">They love in deed, who quake to say they love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Fie schoole of Patience, fie, your Lesson is</div>

-<div class="verse">Far far too long, to learne it without booke:</div>

-<div class="verse">What, a whole weeke, without one peece of looke?</div>

-<div class="verse">And thinke I should not your large precepts misse,</div>

-<div class="verse">When I might reade those Letters faire of blisse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which in <em>her</em> face teach vertue, I could brooke,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Somewhat thy leaden counsels which I tooke:</div>

-<div class="verse">As of a freend that meant not much amisse:</div>

-<div class="verse">But now alas, that I doe want <em>her</em> sight,</div>

-<div class="verse">What doost thou thinke that I can ever take,</div>

-<div class="verse">In thy colde stuffe, a phlegmatick delight?</div>

-<div class="verse">No Patience, if thou wilt my good, then make</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Her come, and heare with patience my desires</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And then with patience bid me beare my fire.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Muses, I oft invoked your whole ayde,</div>

-<div class="verse">With choisest flowres, my speech t’engarland so,</div>

-<div class="verse">That it disguisde, in true (but naked) show,</div>

-<div class="verse">Might winne some grace in your sweet skill arraide;</div>

-<div class="verse">And oft whole troupes of saddest words I stayde,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Striving abroade, a forraging to goe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Untill by your inspiring I might know,</div>

-<div class="verse">How their blacke banners might be best displaid.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">But now I meane no more your helpe to trye.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Nor other sugering of speech to prove,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But on <em>her</em> name uncessantly to cry.</div>

-<div class="verse">For let me but name <em>her</em> whom I doe love,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So sweete sounde straight my eares and hart doe hit,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That I well finde no eloquence like it.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Woe having made with many sighs his owne</div>

-<div class="verse">Each sense of mine; each gift, each power of minde</div>

-<div class="verse">Growne now his slaves, he forst them out to finde</div>

-<div class="verse">The throwest words, fit for woes selfe to grone</div>

-<div class="verse">Hoping that when they might finde <em>Stella</em> alone,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Before <em>she</em> could prepare to be unkind,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Her</em> soule (armed with such a daintie rinde,)</div>

-<div class="verse">Should soone be hurt with sharpnes of the mone.</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>She</em> heard my plaints, and did not onely heare.</div>

-<div class="verse">But them, so sweet is <em>she</em>, most sweetly sing,</div>

-<div class="verse">With that faire brest, making Woes darknes cleere,</div>

-<div class="verse">A prittie case I hoped her to bring,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To feele my griefe, and she with face and voice,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So sweetes my paines, that my paines me rejoyce.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Doubt there hath beene, when with his golden chaine</div>

-<div class="verse">The Orator so farre mens harts doth bind:</div>

-<div class="verse">That no pace els their guided steps can find;</div>

-<div class="verse">But as in them more shorte or slacke doth raine.</div>

-<div class="verse">Whether with words this sou’raigntte be gaine,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Clothde with fine tropes with strongest reason lin’d,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or els pronouncing grace, wherewith his minde</div>

-<div class="verse">Prints his owne lively forme, in rudest braine.</div>

-<div class="verse">Now judge by this, in pearcing phrases late</div>

-<div class="verse">Th’ Anatomie of all my woes I wrate,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stellas</em> sweete breath the same to me did reede.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Oh voyce, oh face mauger my speeches might,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With wooed woe, most ravishing delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">Even in sad mee a joy to me did breede.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Deere, why make you more of a dogge than me?</div>

-<div class="verse">If he doe love, alas I burne in love;</div>

-<div class="verse">If he waite well, I never thence would move;</div>

-<div class="verse">If he be faire, yet but a dogge can be;</div>

-<div class="verse">Little he is, so little worth is he:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">He barkes, my songs thyne owne voyce oft doth prove;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Bidden, (perhaps) he fetcheth <em>thee</em> a glove?</div>

-<div class="verse">But I unbid, fetch even my soule to <em>thee</em></div>

-<div class="verse">Yet while I languish, him that bosome clips,</div>

-<div class="verse">That lap doth lap, nay lets in spight of spight</div>

-<div class="verse">This sour-breath’d mate tast of those sugred lips;</div>

-<div class="verse">Alas, if <em>you</em> graunt onely such delight</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To witles things, then Love I hope, (since wit</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Becomes a clogge) will soone ease me of it.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">When my good Angell guides me to the place</div>

-<div class="verse">where al my good I do in <em>Stella</em> see,</div>

-<div class="verse">That Heaven of joyes throwes only downe on me</div>

-<div class="verse">Thundred disdaines, and Lightning of disgrace;</div>

-<div class="verse">But when the ruggedst step of fortunes race</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Makes me fall from <em>her</em> sight, then sweetly <em>she</em></div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With words, whereing the <em>Muses</em> Treasures be,</div>

-<div class="verse">Shewes love and pittie to my absent case.</div>

-<div class="verse">Now I (witt-beaten long, by hardest fate)</div>

-<div class="verse">So dull am, that I cannot looke into</div>

-<div class="verse">The ground of this fierce love, and loving hate?</div>

-<div class="verse">Then some good body tell me how to do,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Whose presence absence, absence presence is:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Blest in my curse, and curssed in my blisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Oft with true sighes, oft with uncalled teares,</div>

-<div class="verse">Now with slow words, now with dumbe eloquence,</div>

-<div class="verse">I <em>Stellas</em> eyes assailde, invade <em>her</em> eares,</div>

-<div class="verse">But this at last is <em>her</em> sweete breath’d defence,</div>

-<div class="verse">That who indeede a sound affection beares,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So captives to his Saint both soule and sence,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">That wholie <em>Hers</em>, all selfnes he forbeares.</div>

-<div class="verse">Thence his desire he learnes, his lives course thence,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Now since this chast love, hates this love in mee;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With chastned minde I needes must shew, that shee</div>

-<div class="verse">Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O Doctor <em>Cupid</em>, thou for me reply:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Driven els to graunt by Angell Sophistry,</div>

-<div class="verse">That I love not, without I leave to love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Late tyr’d with woe, even ready for to pine</div>

-<div class="verse">With rage of love, I call my Love unkinde.</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Shee</em> in whose eyes, love though unfelt doth shine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweetely saide, I true love in her should finde.</div>

-<div class="verse">I joyed, but straight thus watred was my wine:</div>

-<div class="verse">That love she did, but with a love not blinde.</div>

-<div class="verse">Which would not let me, whome she lov’d decline.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">From Nobler course, fit for my birth and minde.</div>

-<div class="verse">And therefore her loves Authoritie;</div>

-<div class="verse">Wild me those Tempests of vaine love to flee:</div>

-<div class="verse">And Anchor fast my selfe on vertues shore.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Alas if this the onely mettall be,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of love newe coyn’d to help my beggery:</div>

-<div class="verse">Deere, love me not, that you may love me more.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Oh Grammer rules, oh now your vertues showe,</div>

-<div class="verse">So Children still read you with awfull eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">As my young Dove may in your precepts wise,</div>

-<div class="verse">Her graunt to me by her owne vertue knowe.</div>

-<div class="verse">For late with hart most hie, with eyes most lowe;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I crav’d the thing which ever she denies.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Shee lightning Love, displaying <em>Venus</em> skyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Least one should not be heard twise, said no no.</div>

-<div class="verse">Sing then my Muse, now I do Pæan sing.</div>

-<div class="verse">Heavens Envy not at my high triumphing:</div>

-<div class="verse">But Grammers force with sweete successe confirme,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For Grammer sayes (ah this deere <em>Stella</em> way)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">For Grammer sayes (to Grammer who sayes nay)</div>

-<div class="verse">That in one speech, two negatives affirme.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">No more my deere, no more these Counsels try,</div>

-<div class="verse">O give my passions leave to runne their race:</div>

-<div class="verse">Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace.</div>

-<div class="verse">Let Folke orecharg’d with braine against me cry,</div>

-<div class="verse">Let Cloudes be dimme, my face breake in my eye,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Let me no steps but of lost labour try,</div>

-<div class="verse">Let all the earth in scorne recount my race;</div>

-<div class="verse">But doe not will me from my love to fly.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I do not envie <em>Aristotles</em> wit,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor do aspire to <em>Cæsars</em> bleeding fame:</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor ought to care though some above me sit;</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor hope nor with another course to frame:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But that which once may winne thy cruell hart,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou art my wit; and thou my vertue art.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Love, by sure proofe I may call thee unkinde,</div>

-<div class="verse">That gives no better cares to my just cryes:</div>

-<div class="verse">Thou whom to me, such my good turnes shouldst binde,</div>

-<div class="verse">As I may well recount, but none can prise.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For when nak’d boy, hou couldst no harbour finde</div>

-<div class="verse">In this olde world, (growne now so to be wise)</div>

-<div class="verse">I lodg’de thee in my heart: and being blinde</div>

-<div class="verse">By nature borne, I gave to thee my eyes.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Mine eyes, my light, my life, my hart alas,</div>

-<div class="verse">If so great services may scorned be:</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet let this thought thy Tygrish courage passe,</div>

-<div class="verse">That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Since in thine armes, if learn’d fame truth hath spred,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou bearst the Arrowe, I the Arrowhed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">And doe I see some cause a hope to feede</div>

-<div class="verse">Or doth the tedious burthen of long woe</div>

-<div class="verse">In weakned mindes, quick apprehension breede</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Of every Image which may comfort showe.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I cannot brag of word, much lesse of deede,</div>

-<div class="verse">Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slowe.</div>

-<div class="verse">My wealth no more, and no whit lesse my neede,</div>

-<div class="verse">Desier, still on stilts of feare doth goe.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And yet amids all feares, a hope there is</div>

-<div class="verse">Stolne to my hart: since last faire night (nay day)</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stellas</em> eyes sent to me the beames of blisse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Looking on mee, while I looke other way:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But when mine eyes backe to their heaven did move:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">They fled with blush, which guiltie seem’d of love:</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Hope art thou true or doost thou flatter me?</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth <em>Stella</em> now beginne, with pitteous eye</div>

-<div class="verse">The raigne of this her conquest to espie?</div>

-<div class="verse">Will shee take time before all wracked be?</div>

-<div class="verse">Her eye speech is translated thus by thee.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But failste thou not in phrase so heavenly hye?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Looke on againe, the faire text better prie;</div>

-<div class="verse">What blushing notes dost thou in Margent see?</div>

-<div class="verse">What sighes stolne out, or kild before full borne</div>

-<div class="verse">Hast thou found such and such like arguments?</div>

-<div class="verse">Or art thou els to comfort me forsworne?</div>

-<div class="verse">Well how so thou interpret the contents,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I am resolv’d thy error to maintaine:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Rather than by more trueth to get more paine.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, the only Plannet of my light</div>

-<div class="verse">Light of my life, and life of my desire,</div>

-<div class="verse">Cheife good, whereto my hope doth onely spire,</div>

-<div class="verse">World of my wealth and heaven of my delight.</div>

-<div class="verse">Why doost thou spend the Treasure of thy sprite</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With voice more fit to wed <em>Amphyons</em> Lyre?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Seeking to quench in me the noble fyre,</div>

-<div class="verse">Fed by thy worth and kindled by thy sight.</div>

-<div class="verse">And all in vaine, for while thy breath most sweete</div>

-<div class="verse">With choisest words, thy words with reasons rare:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Thy reasons firmely set, are vertues feete,</div>

-<div class="verse">Labor to kill in me this killing care</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Oh thinke I then, what Paradise of joy</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">It is, so faire a vertue to enjoye.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Oh joy, too high for my Love still to showe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Oh blisse, fit for a nobler seat than mee</div>

-<div class="verse">Envie put out thine eyes, least thou doe see</div>

-<div class="verse">What <em>Oceans</em> of delight in me doth flowe.</div>

-<div class="verse">My friend that oft saw’st through all maskes, my woe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Come, come, and let me poure myself on thee:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Gone is the winter of my miserie.</div>

-<div class="verse">My spring appeares, ô see what heere doth growe,</div>

-<div class="verse">For <em>Stella</em> hath with wordes (where faith doth shine)</div>

-<div class="verse">Of her high hart given me the Monarchie</div>

-<div class="verse">I, I, ô I may say that she is mine.</div>

-<div class="verse">And though she give but thus condicionally,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">This Realme of blisse, while vertues course I take,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">No Kings be Crownd, but they some covenant make.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy,</div>

-<div class="verse">Yf still I force her in sad rymes to creepe:</div>

-<div class="verse">She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes t’enjoy</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Nectar</em> of mirth, since I <em>loves</em> Cup do keepe.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sonnets be not bound Prentice to annoy,</div>

-<div class="verse">Trebbles sing high, so well as bases deepe:</div>

-<div class="verse">Griefe but Loves winter liverie is, the boy</div>

-<div class="verse">Hath cheekes to smile, so well as eyes weepe.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Come then my Muse, shew the height of delight</div>

-<div class="verse">In well raisde noates my pen the best it may</div>

-<div class="verse">Shall paint out joy, though but in blacke and white.</div>

-<div class="verse">Cease eager Muse, peace pen for my sake stay.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I give you heere my hand for truth of this:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Wise silence is best Musique unto blisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Who will in fayrest booke of nature know,</div>

-<div class="verse">How Vertue may best lodgde in Beautie bee,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Let him but learne of love to read in thee</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> those faire lines which true goodnes showe.</div>

-<div class="verse">There shall he finde all vices overthrowe:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Not by rude force, but sweetest soveraigntie</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of reason, from whose light, the night birdes flie,</div>

-<div class="verse">That inward Sunne in thine eyes shineth so.</div>

-<div class="verse">And not content to be perfections heir,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thy selfe doth strive all mindes that way to move:</div>

-<div class="verse">Who marke in thee what is in deede most faire,</div>

-<div class="verse">So while thy beautie drives my hart to love,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">As fast thy vertue bends that love to good:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But ah, Desire still cryes, give me some food.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Desire, though thou mine olde companion art,</div>

-<div class="verse">And oft so clinges to my pure Love, that I</div>

-<div class="verse">One from the other scarcely can discry:</div>

-<div class="verse">While each doth blowe the fier of my hart:</div>

-<div class="verse">Now from thy fellowship I needs must part.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Venus</em> is taught with <em>Dians</em> wings to flye,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I must no more in thy sweete passions lie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Vertues golde now, must head my <em>Cupids</em> dart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Service and honour wonder with delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">Feare to offend, well worthie to appeare:</div>

-<div class="verse">Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my spright,</div>

-<div class="verse">These things are left me by my onely deare.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But thou Desire, because thou wouldst have all:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Now banisht art, yet alas how shall?</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Love still a Boy, and oft a wanton is,</div>

-<div class="verse">Schoolde only by his Mothers tender eye:</div>

-<div class="verse">What wonder then if he his lesson misse,</div>

-<div class="verse">When for so soft a rod deare play he trye.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And yet my starre, because a sugred kisse,</div>

-<div class="verse">In sport I sucke, while she a sleepe did lye:</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth lowre, naye chide, nay threat for onely this:</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweet it was saucy love, not humble I.</div>

-<div class="verse">But no scuse serves, she makes her wrath appeare,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">In Beauties throne, see now who dares come neere</div>

-<div class="verse">Those scarlet Judges, threatning blooddie paine.</div>

-<div class="verse">O heavenly Foole, thy most kisse worthy face</div>

-<div class="verse">Anger invests with such a lovely grace,</div>

-<div class="verse">That Angers selfe I needes must kisse againe.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">I Never dranke of <em>Aganippe</em> well,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor never did in shade of <em>Tempe</em> sit:</div>

-<div class="verse">And Muses scorne with vulgar braines to dwell,</div>

-<div class="verse">Poore Lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Some doe I heare of Poets fury tell,</div>

-<div class="verse">But God wot, wot not what they meane by it:</div>

-<div class="verse">And this I sweare by blackest brooke of hell,</div>

-<div class="verse">I am no Pickepurse of an others wit.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">How fals it than, that with so smooth an ease</div>

-<div class="verse">My thoughts I speake? And what I speake doth flowe</div>

-<div class="verse">In verse; and that my verse best wittes doth please,</div>

-<div class="verse">Gesse we the cause. What is it this? fie no,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or so? much lesse. How then? sure thus it is,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My Lips are sure inspir’d with <em>Stellas</em> kisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Of all the Kings that ever heere did raigne,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Edward</em> namde fourth, as first in praise I name:</div>

-<div class="verse">Not for his faire outside, nor well linde braine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Although lesse guift, imp feathers oft no fame.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Nor that he could young wise, wise valliant frame</div>

-<div class="verse">His Syres revenge, joynde with a kingdomes gaine:</div>

-<div class="verse">And gaind by <em>Mars</em>, could yet mad <em>Mars</em> so tame,</div>

-<div class="verse">That ballance waide what sword did late obtaine.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Nor that he made the Flower de lys so fraide,</div>

-<div class="verse">Though strongly hedgd of bloody Lyons pawes:</div>

-<div class="verse">That wittie <em>Lewes</em> to him a tribuite paide;</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor this nor that, nor any such small cause,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But onely, for this worthy King durst prove,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To loose his Crowne, rather then fayle his Love.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Shee</em> comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move</div>

-<div class="verse">Their raies to me: who in her tedious absence lay</div>

-<div class="verse">Benighted in cold woe; but now appeares my shining day,</div>

-<div class="verse">The only light of joy, the only warmth of Love,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Shee</em> comes with light and warmth, which like <em>Aurora</em> prove;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of gentle force, so that my eyes dare gladly play</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With such a rosy Morne: whose beames most freshly gay</div>

-<div class="verse">Scorch not; but onely doe darke chilling spirits remove.</div>

-<div class="verse">But loe, while I do speake it groweth noone with mee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Her flamy glittering lights increase with time and place:</div>

-<div class="verse">My heart cryes ah it burnes, mine eyes now dazled be:</div>

-<div class="verse">No winde, no shade can coole: what helpe then in my case?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But with short breath, long lookes, staide feete, and walking hed,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Pray that my Sunne goe downe with me her beames to bed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">That face whose lecture shewes what perfect Beautie is:</div>

-<div class="verse">That presence which doth give darke hearts a living light,</div>

-<div class="verse">That grace, which <em>Venus</em> weepes that shee her selfe doth misse.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That hand, which without touch, holdes more than <em>Atlas</em> might,</div>

-<div class="verse">Those lips, which makes deathes pay a meane prise for a kisse:</div>

-<div class="verse">That skin, whose past-praise hue scornes this poore tearme of whit,</div>

-<div class="verse">Those words which doe sublime the quintessence of blisse.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That voice which makes the soule plant himselfe in the eares,</div>

-<div class="verse">That conversation sweet, where such high comforts be:</div>

-<div class="verse">As constru’d in true speech; the name of heaven it beares:</div>

-<div class="verse">Makes me in my best thoughts and quiet judgements see,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That in no more but these I might be fully blest:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Yet ah, my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the best.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Oh how the pleasant ayres of true love bee</div>

-<div class="verse">Inflicted by those vapours, which arise</div>

-<div class="verse">From out that noysome gulfe: which gaping lies</div>

-<div class="verse">Betweene the jawes of hellish Jelousey.</div>

-<div class="verse">A Monster, others harmes, selfe misery.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Beauties plague, Vertues scurge, succour of lyes:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">Who his owne joy to his owne heart applyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And onely cherish doth with injuries:</div>

-<div class="verse">Who since he hath by natures speciall grace,</div>

-<div class="verse">So pearsing pawes as spoyle when they embrace,</div>

-<div class="verse">So nimble feete as stirre though still on thornes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So manie eyes aye seeking their owne woe.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">So ample eares, that never good newes knowe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Is it not ill that such a divell wants hornes?</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Sweete kisse, thy sweetes I faine would sweetely indite,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which even of sweetnes, sweetest sweeter art;</div>

-<div class="verse">Pleasing’st consort, where each sense holds a part,</div>

-<div class="verse">With coopling Doves guides <em>Venus</em> chariot right,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Best charge and brav’st retraite in <em>Cupids</em> sight.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">A double key which openeth to the hart,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Most ritch when most his ritches it imparte.</div>

-<div class="verse">Nest of yong joyes, Scholemaster of delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">Teaching the meanes at once to take and give,</div>

-<div class="verse">The friendly fray where blowes do wound and heale,</div>

-<div class="verse">The prettie death while each in other live,</div>

-<div class="verse">Poore hopes first wealth a stage of promised weale.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Breakefast of love, but loe, loe where shee is</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Cease we to praise, now praie wee for a kisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Sweet swelling lip well maiest thou swell in pride</div>

-<div class="verse">Since best wittes thinke it witt thee to admire,</div>

-<div class="verse">Natures praise, vertues stall, <em>Cupids</em> colde fire,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whence words, not words but heavenly graces slide,</div>

-<div class="verse">The newe <em>Pernassus</em> where the <em>Muses</em> byde:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sweeteness of Musicke, Wisomes beautifier,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Breather of life, and fastner of desire,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where Beauties blush in Honors graine is dyde.</div>

-<div class="verse">Thus much my hart compeld my mouth to say:</div>

-<div class="verse">But now, spite of my heart my tongue will stay,</div>

-<div class="verse">Loathing al lyes, doubting this flatterieis,</div>

-<div class="verse">And no spurre can this restie race renewe;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">Without how farre this praise is short of you,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sweete lipp you teach my mouth with one sweete kisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O Kisse which doth those ruddie gemmes impart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or Gemmes or fruits of new found Parradise,</div>

-<div class="verse">Breathing all blisse and sweetnes to the hart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise.</div>

-<div class="verse">O kisse which soules even soules together ties</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">By links of Love, and onely natures Art,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">How faine would I paint thee to all mens eies,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part?</div>

-<div class="verse">But shee forbids, with blushing words shee saies,</div>

-<div class="verse">Shee builds her fame on higher seated praise:</div>

-<div class="verse">But my heart burnes, I cannot silent be,</div>

-<div class="verse">Then since deare life, you faine would have me peace.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And I (mad with delight) want wit to cease,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Stop you my mouth with still still kissing me.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,</div>

-<div class="verse">Beauties which do in excellencie passe,</div>

-<div class="verse">His who till death lockt in a watry glasse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or hirs whom nak’d the Trojan boy did see.</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweete garden Nymph that keepes the Cherrie tree,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Whose fruit doth far the Hesperian tast surpasse,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Most sweete faire, most faire sweete, do not alasse</div>

-<div class="verse">From comming neere these Cherries banish mee,</div>

-<div class="verse">For though full of desire, emptie of wit,</div>

-<div class="verse">Admitted late by your best graced grace,</div>

-<div class="verse">I caught at one of them an hungry bit,</div>

-<div class="verse">Pardon that fault, once more graunt me the place,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And so I sweare even by the same delite,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I will but kisse, I never more will bite.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Good brother <em>Philip</em> I have forborne you long,</div>

-<div class="verse">I was content you should in favour creepe,</div>

-<div class="verse">While craftely you seemed your Cut to keepe,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong:</div>

-<div class="verse">I beare with envy, yet I heare your song,</div>

-<div class="verse">When in hir necke you did love ditties peepe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nay, (more foole I) oft suffred you to sleepe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">In lillies nest where Loves selfe lies a long,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">What? doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?</div>

-<div class="verse">Is saucines reward of curtesie?</div>

-<div class="verse">Cannot such grace your silly selfe content,</div>

-<div class="verse">But you must needes with those lips billing be?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And through those lips drinke Nectar from that tung,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Leave that <em>Syr Phipp</em> lest off your necke be wrung.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">High way since you my chiefe <em>Pernassus</em> be,</div>

-<div class="verse">And that my Muse to some eares not unmeete,</div>

-<div class="verse">Tempers her words to trampling horses feete,</div>

-<div class="verse">More often than to a Chamber melodie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Now blessed you beare onwards blessed me,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To her where I my heart safeliest shall meete,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My Muse and I must you of duetie greete,</div>

-<div class="verse">With thanks and wishes wishing thankfully;</div>

-<div class="verse">Be you still carefull kept by publike heede,</div>

-<div class="verse">By no encrochment wrongd, nor time forgot,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor blam’d for bloud, nor sham’d for sinfull deede,</div>

-<div class="verse">And that you know I envie you no lot,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Hundreds of yeares you <em>Stellas</em> feete may kisse.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">I see the house my harte thy selfe containe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Beware full Sailes drown not thy tottering Barge,</div>

-<div class="verse">Least joy by nature apt, (spirites to enlarge)</div>

-<div class="verse">Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor doe like Lords whose weake confused braine,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">While every office themselves will discharge,</div>

-<div class="verse">With doing all leave nothing done but paine,</div>

-<div class="verse">But give apt servants their due place; let eye</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">See beauties totall summe summ’d in their face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Let eares heare speach which will to wonder tye,</div>

-<div class="verse">Let breath suck up those sweetes, let armes imbrace</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">The Globe of weale, lipps Lov’s Indentures make.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou but of all the kingly tribute take.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Alas whence comes this change of lookes? If I</div>

-<div class="verse">have chang’d desert, let mine owne conscience be</div>

-<div class="verse">A still felt plague to selfe condemning mee:</div>

-<div class="verse">Let woe grype on my heart, shame load mine eye:</div>

-<div class="verse">But if all faith like spotles <em>Ermine</em> lye</div>

-<div class="verse">Safe in my soule (which onely doth to thee</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">As his sole object of felicitie</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With wings of Love in aire of wonder flie.)</div>

-<div class="verse">O case your hand, treat not so hard your slave,</div>

-<div class="verse">In Justice, paines come not till faults do call:</div>

-<div class="verse">Or if I needs (sweet Judge) must torments have,</div>

-<div class="verse">Use something else to chasten mee withall,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Than those blest eyes where all my hopes do dwell,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">No doome shall make ones Heaven become his Hell.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">When I was forst from <em>Stella</em> ever deare,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, foode of my thoughts, hart of my hart:</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whose eyes make all my temples cleare,</div>

-<div class="verse">By Yron lawes, of duetie to depart,</div>

-<div class="verse">Alas I found that shee with mee did smart:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I sawe that teares did in her eyes appeare:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I sawe that sighes her sweetest lips did part:</div>

-<div class="verse">And her sad words my sadded sense did heare.</div>

-<div class="verse">For mee, I weepe to see Pearles scattered so:</div>

-<div class="verse">I sighd her sighes, and wailed for her woe:</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet swamme in joy such love in her was seene.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thus while the effect most bitter was to mee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And nothing than that cause more sweet could be,</div>

-<div class="verse">I had beene vext, if vext I had not beene.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Out Traytour absence dar’st thou counsell mee</div>

-<div class="verse">From my deare Captainnesse to runne away,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Because in brave arraye here marcheth shee</div>

-<div class="verse">That to winne mee oft showes a present paye.</div>

-<div class="verse">Is Faith so weake, or is such force in thee?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">When Sunne is hid, can Starres such beames displaie?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Cannot Heavens foode once felt keepe stomacks free</div>

-<div class="verse">From base desire on earthly cares to praie?</div>

-<div class="verse">Tush absence, while thy mistes eclypse that light,</div>

-<div class="verse">My Orphan sense flyes to the inward sight:</div>

-<div class="verse">Where memorie settes foorth the beames of Love,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That where before heart lov’d and eyes did see,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">In heart my sight and Love now coupled be,</div>

-<div class="verse">United powres make eche the stronger prove.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Now that of absence the most yrksome night,</div>

-<div class="verse">With darkest shade doth overcome the daie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Since <em>Stella’s</em> eyes wont to give mee my daie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Leaving my <em>Hemisphere</em> leaves mee in night,</div>

-<div class="verse">Each day seemes long, and longs for long staied night:</div>

-<div class="verse">The night as tedious, wooes th’approch of day:</div>

-<div class="verse">Tyr’d with the dustie toyles of busie day,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Languisht with horrors of the silent night,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Suffering the evils both of daie and night,</div>

-<div class="verse">While no night is more darke than is my day,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor no day hath lesse quiet then my night:</div>

-<div class="verse">With such bad mixture of my night and daie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That living thus in blackest Winter night,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I feele the flames of hottest Sommers daie.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who seeke, who hope, who love, who like, but thee:</div>

-<div class="verse">Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my historie,</div>

-<div class="verse">If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">A nest for my yong praise in Lawrell tree,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">In trueth I sweare, I wish not there should be</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">graved in my Epitaph a Poets name.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Nor if I would could I just title make</div>

-<div class="verse">That anie laud thereof to me should growe</div>

-<div class="verse">Without my Plumes from others wings I take;</div>

-<div class="verse">For nothing from my wit or will doth flowe:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Since all my words thy beautie doth indite,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, while now by honours cruell might,</div>

-<div class="verse">I am from you (light of my light) misled,</div>

-<div class="verse">And that faire you, my Sunne thus overspred</div>

-<div class="verse">With absence vale I live in sorrowes night.</div>

-<div class="verse">If this darke place yet shewe by candle light</div>

-<div class="verse">Some Beauties peece, as amber collourd hed,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Milke hands, rose cheekes, or lips more sweet more red,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or seeming jett black, but in blacknes bright</div>

-<div class="verse">They please I doe confesse, they please mine eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">But whie? because of you they moddels be;</div>

-<div class="verse">Moddels such be wood globes of glistering skyes.</div>

-<div class="verse">Deare therefore be not jealous over me,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">If you heare that they seeme my heart to move,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Not them, no no, but you in them I love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Be your words made (good sir) of <em>Indean</em> ware,</div>

-<div class="verse">That you allowe them mee by so small rate,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or do you cutted <em>Spartanes</em> imitate,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or do you meane my tender eares to spare?</div>

-<div class="verse">That to my questions you so totall are?</div>

-<div class="verse">When I demaund of Phœnix <em>Stellas</em> state,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">You say (forsooth) you left her well of late</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O God, thinke you that satisfies my care?</div>

-<div class="verse">I would know whether shee did sit or walke.</div>

-<div class="verse">How cloathd: how waited on: sighd shee or smilde:</div>

-<div class="verse">Whereof: with whome: how often did shee talke:</div>

-<div class="verse">With what pastimes, times jorneys shee beguild?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">If her lips daine to sweeten my poore name?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Saie all: and all well said: still say the same.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O Fate, ô fault, O curst child of my blisse,</div>

-<div class="verse">What sobs can give words grace my griefe to show?</div>

-<div class="verse">What inke is black enough to paint my woe?</div>

-<div class="verse">Through mee, wretch mee, even <em>Stella</em> vexed is:</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet Trueth, if Caitives brath might call thee this,</div>

-<div class="verse">Witnes with mee, that my fowle stumbling so,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">From carelesnes did in no manner growe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But wit confusd with too much care did misse.</div>

-<div class="verse">And do I then my selfe this vaine scuse give:</div>

-<div class="verse">I do sweete Love, and know this harmed thee.</div>

-<div class="verse">The world quit mee, shall I my self forgive?</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely with paines my paines thus eased be:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That all thy hurtes in my hearts wracke I reed</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I crye thy sighs (my deare) thy teares I bleed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Greefe find the words, for thou hast made my braine</div>

-<div class="verse">So darke with mistie vapours which arise</div>

-<div class="verse">From out thy heavie mould, that inbent eyes</div>

-<div class="verse">Can scarce discerne the shape of mine owne paine:</div>

-<div class="verse">Do thou then (for thou canst) do thou complaine</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For my poore soule which now that sicknes tries,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Which even to sense, sense of it selfe denies.</div>

-<div class="verse">Though harbengers of death lodge there his traine,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or if the love of plaint yet mind forbeares,</div>

-<div class="verse">As of a Caitife worthie so to dye;</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet waye thy selfe and wayle in causefull teares:</div>

-<div class="verse">That though in wretchednes thy life doth lie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Yet growest more wretched than thy nature beares:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">By being plast in such a wretch as I.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Yet sighes, deare sighes, in deede true friends you are,</div>

-<div class="verse">That do not leave your least friend at the wurst:</div>

-<div class="verse">But as you with my brest I oft have nurst:</div>

-<div class="verse">So gratefull now you wait upon my care.</div>

-<div class="verse">Faint coward Joy, no longer tarrie dare,</div>

-<div class="verse">Seeing hope yeeld when this woe strake him first,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Delight exclaims he is for my fault curst,</div>

-<div class="verse">Although my mate in Armes himselfe he sware,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Nay Sorrow comes with such mayne rage as hee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Kills his owne children, Teares, finding that they</div>

-<div class="verse">By Love were made apt to comfort with mee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely true sighes, you do not go away:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thank may you have for such thankfull part:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thank worthiest yet, when you shall breake my heart.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Though with good cause thou lik’st so well the night.</div>

-<div class="verse">Since kind or chaunce gives both one libertie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Both sadly blacke, both blackly darkned be:</div>

-<div class="verse">Night bard from Sunne, thou from thine own Sunnes light</div>

-<div class="verse">Silence in both displaies his sullen might:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Slowe Heavens in both do hold the one degree,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Thy teares expresse nights native moysture right,</div>

-<div class="verse">In both a wofull solitarines:</div>

-<div class="verse">In night of Spirites the gastly power sturr,</div>

-<div class="verse">And in our sprites are Spirits gastlines:</div>

-<div class="verse">But but (alas) nights sights the ods hath fure,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For that at length invites us to some rest,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou though still tyr’d, yet still dost it detest.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Dian</em> that faine would cheare her friend the Night,</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth shewe her oft at full her fairest face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Bringing with her those starrie Nymphs, whose chace</div>

-<div class="verse">From heavenly standing hurts eche mortall wight.</div>

-<div class="verse">But ah poore Night in love with <em>Phœbus</em> light,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And endlesly dispairing of his grace,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Herselfe to shewe no other joy hath place,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sylent and sad in moorning weeds doth dight:</div>

-<div class="verse">Even so (alas) and Ladie <em>Dians</em> peere,</div>

-<div class="verse">With choise delight and rarest company,</div>

-<div class="verse">Would faine drive clouds from out my heavie cheere:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">But woe is me, though joy her selfe were shee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Shee could not shewe my blind braine waies of joy</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">While I dispaire my Sunnes light to enjoy.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Ah bed the feeld where joyes peace some do see:</div>

-<div class="verse">The feeld where al my thoughts to war be traind,</div>

-<div class="verse">How is thy grace by my strange fortune staind?</div>

-<div class="verse">How thy low shrowdes by my sighs stormed be?</div>

-<div class="verse">With sweet soft shades thou oft invitest mee</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To steale some rest, but wretch I am constrained.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Spurd with Loves spurr, this held and shortly rained</div>

-<div class="verse">With Cares hard hand, to runne and tosse in thee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">While the black horrors of the silent night,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Paint Woes black face so lively in my sight,</div>

-<div class="verse">That tedious leasure markes eache wrinckled line:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But when <em>Aurora</em> leades out <em>Phœbus</em> daunce</div>

-<div class="verse">Mine eyes then only winke for spite perchaunce,</div>

-<div class="verse">That wormes shou’d have their Sunne and I want mine.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">When farre spent night perswades each mortall eie</div>

-<div class="verse">To whome nor Art nor Nature granted light:</div>

-<div class="verse">To lay his then marke wanting shaftes of sight;</div>

-<div class="verse">Clos’d whith their quivers in Sleeps armorie;</div>

-<div class="verse">With windowes ope then most my heart doth lye</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Viewing the shape of darknes and delight,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And takes that sad hue, with which inward might</div>

-<div class="verse">Of his mazde powres he keeps just harmony:</div>

-<div class="verse">But when birds chirpe aire, and sweet aire which is</div>

-<div class="verse">Mornes messenger with rose enameld skyes</div>

-<div class="verse">Calls each wight to salute the heaven of blisse;</div>

-<div class="verse">Intombd of lids then buried are mine eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Forst by their Lord who is ashamd to find</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Such light in sence with such a darkned mind.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Oh teares, no teares, but shoures from beauties skyes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Making those Lilies and those Roses growe,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Which aie most faire now fairer needs must show,</div>

-<div class="verse">While grateful pitty Beauty beautifies,</div>

-<div class="verse">Oh minded sighs that from that brest doe rise,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Whose pants doe make unspilling Creame to flow,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Winged with woes breath so doth <em>Zephire</em> blow</div>

-<div class="verse">As might refresh the hel where my soule fries,</div>

-<div class="verse">Oh plaints conserv’d in such a surgred phrase,</div>

-<div class="verse">That eloquence envies, and yet doth prayse,</div>

-<div class="verse">While sightd out words a perfect musicke gives</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Such teares, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is, but joy:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Or if such heavenly sighs must prove annoy,</div>

-<div class="verse">All mirth farewel, let me in sorrow live.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> is sicke, and in that sick-bed lyes</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweetenes, that breathes and pants as oft as shee:</div>

-<div class="verse">And Grace sicke too, such fine conclusions tries,</div>

-<div class="verse">That sicknes brings it selfe best grac’d to bee.</div>

-<div class="verse">Beautie is sicke, but sicke in such faire guise,</div>

-<div class="verse">That in that palenes Beauties white we see,</div>

-<div class="verse">And Joy which is unsever’d from those eyes.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em> now learnes, (strange case) to weepe with me,</div>

-<div class="verse">Love moves thy paine and like a faithful page,</div>

-<div class="verse">As thy looks sturre, runs up and downe to make</div>

-<div class="verse">All folkes prest at thy wil thy paine to swage,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nature with care seeks for his darlings sake,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Knowing worlds passe, ere she enough can finde</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of such heaven stuffe to cloath so heavenly minde.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Where be those Roses, which so sweetned earst our eyes?</div>

-<div class="verse">Where be those red cheekes, which fair increase did frame</div>

-<div class="verse">No hight of honor in the kindly badge of shame,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who hath the crimson weeds stoln from the morning skies?</div>

-<div class="verse">How doth the coullor fade of those vermillion eyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Which Nature selfe did make and selfe engrave the same?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">I would know by what right this palenes overcame</div>

-<div class="verse">That hue, whose force my heart in so great thraldom ties?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>

-<div class="verse"><em>Gallens</em> adopted sonnes, who by a beaten way</div>

-<div class="verse">Their judgements hackney on, the fault of sicknes lay:</div>

-<div class="verse">But feeling proofe makes me say, they mistake it sure,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">It is but love that makes this paper perfect white,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To write therein more fresh the storie of <em>Delight</em>,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whiles Beauties reddest incke <em>Venus</em> for him doth stir.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O happie <em>Thames</em> that didst my <em>Stella</em> beare,</div>

-<div class="verse">I saw thee with full many a smiling line</div>

-<div class="verse">Upon thy cheereful face loves Livery weare:</div>

-<div class="verse">While those faire Plannets on thy streames did shine,</div>

-<div class="verse">The boat for joy could not to dance forbeare,</div>

-<div class="verse">While wanton winds with beautie so divine</div>

-<div class="verse">Ravisht, staid not, til in her golden haire</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">They did themselves (ô sweetest prison) twine.</div>

-<div class="verse">But faine those friendly winds there would their stay</div>

-<div class="verse">Have made, but forst by Nature still to flie,</div>

-<div class="verse">First did with puffing kisse those Lockes display:</div>

-<div class="verse">She so discovered, blusht. From window I</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With sight thereof cride out; Ah faire disgrace,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Let honours selfe to thee graunt highest place.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Envious wits what hath beene mine offence,</div>

-<div class="verse">That with such poisoned eare my wits you marke,</div>

-<div class="verse">That to each word, nay sigh of mine you harke,</div>

-<div class="verse">As grudging me my sorrows eloquence?</div>

-<div class="verse">Ah, is it not enough, that I am thence:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thence, so farre thence, that scantly anie sparke</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Of comfort dare come to this dungeon darke</div>

-<div class="verse">Where rigorous exile lockes up al my sense:</div>

-<div class="verse">But if I by a happie window passe,</div>

-<div class="verse">If I but Starres uppon mine Armour beare,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sicke, thirstie, glad (though but of empty glasse)</div>

-<div class="verse">Your morals note straight my hid meaning there,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">From out my ribs a whirlewind proves that I</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Doe <em>Stella</em> love. Fooles, who doth it denie?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Unhappie sight and hath shee vanisht by,</div>

-<div class="verse">So neere, in so good time so free a place,</div>

-<div class="verse">Dead glasse dost thou thine object so imbrase,</div>

-<div class="verse">As what my hart still sees thou canst not spie,</div>

-<div class="verse">I sweare by hir Love and my lacke, that I</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Was not in fault that bent my dazling race</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Onely unto the heaven of <em>Stella’s</em> face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Counting but dust that in her way did lie:</div>

-<div class="verse">But cease mine eyes, your teares doe witnes well,</div>

-<div class="verse">That you guiltles therefore your necklace mist,</div>

-<div class="verse">Curst be the Page from whome the bad torch fell,</div>

-<div class="verse">Curst be the night which did your will resist,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Curst be the Cochman that did drive so fast,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With no lesse curse then absence makes me tast.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O absent presence <em>Stella</em> is not here,</div>

-<div class="verse">False flattering hope that with so faire a face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> I saw, my <em>Stella</em> should appeare,</div>

-<div class="verse">What saist thou now, where is that dainty cleare</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thou wouldst mine eyes should helpe their famisht case:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgrace</div>

-<div class="verse">Doth make me most to wish thy comfort neere,</div>

-<div class="verse">But heere I doe shore of faire Ladies meete,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who may with charme of conversation sweete</div>

-<div class="verse">Make in my heavie mould new thoughts to grow:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sure they prevaile as much with me, as he</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That bad his frind but then new maimde to be</div>

-<div class="verse">Merrie with him, and so forget his woe.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> since thou so right a Princesse art</div>

-<div class="verse">Of all the Powers which life bestowe on me,</div>

-<div class="verse">That ere by them ought undertaken be,</div>

-<div class="verse">They first resort unto that soveraigne part;</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweete for a time give respite to my heart,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Which pants as though it still should leape to thee:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>

-<div class="verse indent1">And on my thought give the Lieuetenancie</div>

-<div class="verse">To this great cause, which needes both wit and Art,</div>

-<div class="verse">And as a Queene who from her presence sends</div>

-<div class="verse">Whom shee emploies, dismisse from thee my wit,</div>

-<div class="verse">Still to have wrought that thy owne will attends,</div>

-<div class="verse">For servants shame of Maisters blame doth fit.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O let not Fooles in me thy works approve,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And scorning say, see what it is to love.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">When sorrow (using my owne Siers might)</div>

-<div class="verse">Melts downe his lead into my boyling brest,</div>

-<div class="verse">Through that darke Furnace of my heart opprest,</div>

-<div class="verse">There shines a joy from thee my onely light:</div>

-<div class="verse">But soone as thought of thee breeds my delight,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And my young soule once flutters to her nest,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Most dead dispaire my daily unbidden guest</div>

-<div class="verse">Clips strait my wings, strait wraps me in his night,</div>

-<div class="verse">And makes me then bow downe my head and say,</div>

-<div class="verse">Ah what doth <em>Phœbus</em> gold that wretch availe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whom Iron darts doth keepe from use of daie,</div>

-<div class="verse">So strangely (alas) thy workes on me prevaile,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That in my woes for thee, thou art my joy;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And in my joyes for thee, my onel’ anoy.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">

-<img src="images/deco.jpg" width="100" height="55" alt="Decorative image" />

-</div>

-

-<hr />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>

-

-<h2><i>Other Sonnets of variable verse.</i></h2>

-

-<h3><i>First Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which now my brest surchargd with musick lendeth?</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely in <em>you</em> my song begins and endeth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> Who hath the eyes which marrie state with pleasure,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who keepes the key of Natures chiefest treasure:</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em>, all song of praise be due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely for <em>you</em> the heavens forget all measure.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Who hath the lips where wit with fairenes raigneth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who womenkinde at once both decks and staineth:</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely by <em>you</em> <em>Cupid</em> his crowne maintaineth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> Who hath the feet whose steps all sweetnes planteth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who els for whom Fame worthie trumpets wanteth:</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise be due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely to <em>you</em> her scepter <em>Venus</em> granteth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> Who hath the brest whose milk doth patience nourish,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish:</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise be due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely through <em>you</em> the tree of life doth floorish.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth</div>

-<div class="verse">Who long hid beautie with encrease renueth:</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Only at <em>you</em> all envie hopelesse endeth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Who hath the haire which most loose most fast tieth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who makes a man live then glad when he dieth:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise be due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely of <em>you</em> the flatterer never lieth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> Who hath the voyce which soule from senses sunders,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose force but yours the bolt of beautie thunders?</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely with <em>you</em> no miracles are wonders.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which now my breast orechargd with Musick lendeth?</div>

-<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>

-<div class="verse">Onely in <em>you</em> my song begins and endeth.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<h3><i>Second Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Have I caught my heavenly Juel</div>

-<div class="verse">Teaching Sleepe most faire to be:</div>

-<div class="verse">Now will I teach her, that she</div>

-<div class="verse">When shee wakes is too too cruell.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed,</div>

-<div class="verse">The two onely darts of Love:</div>

-<div class="verse">Now will I with that Boy prove</div>

-<div class="verse">Some play while he is disarmed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Her tongue waking still refuseth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Giving franklie niggard no:</div>

-<div class="verse">Now will I attempt to knowe,</div>

-<div class="verse">What no her tongue sleeping useth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> See the hand that waking gardeth,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sleeping grants a free resort:</div>

-<div class="verse">Now I will invade the fort.</div>

-<div class="verse">Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> But (O foole) thinke of the danger</div>

-<div class="verse">Of her just and high disdaine.</div>

-<div class="verse">Now will I (alas) refraine</div>

-<div class="verse">Love feares nothing else but anger.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,</div>

-<div class="verse">Do invite a stealing kisse;</div>

-<div class="verse">Now but venture will I this,</div>

-<div class="verse">Who will read must first learne spelling.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.</div>

-<div class="verse">Lowring beautie chastens mee.</div>

-<div class="verse">Now will I for feare hence flee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Foole, more Foole for no more taking.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<h3><i>The third Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">If <em>Orpheus</em> voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love</div>

-<div class="verse">Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them move:</div>

-<div class="verse">If stones good measure daunst the <em>Thebane</em> walls to builde,</div>

-<div class="verse">To cadens of the tunes which <em>Amphions</em> Lyre did yeeld,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, <em>Stella</em> singeth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> If Love might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood,</div>

-<div class="verse">To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves food:</div>

-<div class="verse">If Eagle fierce could so in <em>Grecian</em> maide delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Earth gave that Love, heaven (I trow) Love refineth.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Love; for <em>Stella</em> shineth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> The beasts, birds, stones &amp; trees feele this, and feeling love:</div>

-<div class="verse">And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove.</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor beasts, nor birds doo come unto this blessed gaze:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Know that small Love is quick, and great Love doth amaze:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">They are amaz’d, but you with reason armed.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O eyes, O eares of men, how are you charmed?</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<h3><i>The fourth Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Onely <em>Joy</em>, now here you are,</div>

-<div class="verse">Fit to heare and ease my care:</div>

-<div class="verse">Let my whispering voyce obtaine</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweete rewards for sharpest paine:</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> Night hath closde all in her cloke,</div>

-<div class="verse">Twinkling starres love thoughts provoke,</div>

-<div class="verse">Danger hence good care doth keepe,</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Jelouzie</em> him selfe doth sleepe:</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Better place no wit can finde</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Cupids</em> knot to loose or binde,</div>

-<div class="verse">These sweete flowers, our fine bed too,</div>

-<div class="verse">Us in their best language wooe:</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee:</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> This small light the Moone bestoes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Serves thy beames for to disclose,</div>

-<div class="verse">So to raise my heart more hie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Feare not, els none can us spie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> That you heard was but a mouse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Dumbe Sleepe holdeth all the house,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Yet a sleepe (methinks) they say,</div>

-<div class="verse">Yong fooles, take time while you may:</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Niggard time threates if we misse</div>

-<div class="verse">This large offer of our blisse,</div>

-<div class="verse">Long stay ere shee graunt the same:</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweete then, while ech thing doth frame</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Your faire Mother is a bed,</div>

-<div class="verse">Candles out, and curtaines spred;</div>

-<div class="verse">Shee thinkes you do letters write:</div>

-<div class="verse">Write, but first let me endite.</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> Sweete, alas why strive you thus?</div>

-<div class="verse">Concord better fitteth us;</div>

-<div class="verse">Leave to <em>Mars</em> the force of hands.</div>

-<div class="verse">Your power in your beautie stands.</div>

-<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Woe to mee, and do you sweare,</div>

-<div class="verse">Me to hate but I forbeare?</div>

-<div class="verse">Curst be my destinies all,</div>

-<div class="verse">That brought mee so high to fall:</div>

-<div class="verse">Soone with my death Ile please thee.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>

-

-<h3><i>The fifth Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">While favour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thought waited on delight, and speach did follow thought,</div>

-<div class="verse">Then drew my tongue and pen records unto thy glorie;</div>

-<div class="verse">I thought all words were lost that were not spent of thee,</div>

-<div class="verse">I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,</div>

-<div class="verse">And all eares worse than deaffe, that heard not out thy storie.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> I said thou wert most faire, and so indeede thou art;</div>

-<div class="verse">I said thou wert most sweete, sweete poyson to my hart;</div>

-<div class="verse">I said my soule was thine, ô would I then had lied;</div>

-<div class="verse">I said thy eyes were starres, thy breasts the milken way,</div>

-<div class="verse">Thy fingers <em>Cupids</em> shafts, thy voice the Angels lay:</div>

-<div class="verse">And all is said so well, that no man it denied.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> But now that hope is lost, unkindnes kils delight,</div>

-<div class="verse">Yet thought and speach do live, thought metamorphisde quite,</div>

-<div class="verse">For rage now rules the reynes, which guided were by pleasure,</div>

-<div class="verse">I thinke now of thy faults, who late wrote of thy praise,</div>

-<div class="verse">That speech falls now to blame which did thy honour raise:</div>

-<div class="verse">The same key open can, which can locke up a treasure.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> Then thou whom partiall heavens conspir’d in one to frame</div>

-<div class="verse">The proofe of beauties worke, the inheritance of fame,</div>

-<div class="verse">The mansion state of blisse, and just excuse of lovers:</div>

-<div class="verse">See now those feathers pluckt wherewith thou flewest most hie,</div>

-<div class="verse">See what cloudes of reproach shall darke thy honours skie;</div>

-<div class="verse">Whom fault once casteth downe, hardly high state recovers.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> And ô my Muse, though oft you luld her in your lap,</div>

-<div class="verse">And then a heavenly Childe gave her Ambrosian pap,</div>

-<div class="verse">And to that braine of hers your highest gifts infused:</div>

-<div class="verse">Since she disdaining me, doth you in me disdaine,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Suffer not her to laugh, and both we suffer paine:</div>

-<div class="verse">Princes in subjects wrongd must deeme themselves abused.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Your client poore, my selfe, shall <em>Stella</em> handle so,</div>

-<div class="verse">Revenge, revenge, my Muse defiance trumpet blowe,</div>

-<div class="verse">Threat, threat, what may be done; yet do no more but threaten:</div>

-<div class="verse">Ah, my sute granted is, I feele my breast doth swell;</div>

-<div class="verse">Now Childe, a lesson new you shall begin to spell,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sweet babes must babies have, but shrewd girles must be beaten.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Thinke now no more to heare of warme fine shining snow,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor blushing Lillyes, nor pearles Rubie hidden row,</div>

-<div class="verse">Nor of that golden sea, whose waves in curles are broken:</div>

-<div class="verse">But of thy soule fraught with such ungratefulnesse,</div>

-<div class="verse">As where thou soone mightst help, most there thou dost oppresse:</div>

-<div class="verse">Ungratefull who is cald, the worst of ills is spoken.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> Yet worse than worse, I say thou art a Thiefe. A thiefe?</div>

-<div class="verse">Now God forbid: a thiefe, and of worst thieves a thiefe;</div>

-<div class="verse">Thieves steale for neede, &amp; steale for goods, which paine recovers:</div>

-<div class="verse">But <em>thou</em>, rich in all joyes, dost rob my goods from mee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which cannot be restorde by time nor industrie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Of foes the spoyle is evill, farre more of constant lovers.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Yet gentle English thieves doo rob, and will not slay;</div>

-<div class="verse">Thou English murdring thiefe, wilt have hearts for thy pray.</div>

-<div class="verse">The name of murdrer now on thy faire forhead sitteth,</div>

-<div class="verse">And even while I do speake my death wounds bleeding bee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which I protest proceed from onely cruell thee.</div>

-<div class="verse">Who may and will not save, murther in trueth committeth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>10</i> But murthers private fault seemes but a toy to thee.</div>

-<div class="verse">I lay then to thy charge unjustice Tirannie,</div>

-<div class="verse">If rule by force without all claime, a Tyrant sheweth;</div>

-<div class="verse">For thou art my hearts Lord, who am not borne thy slave,</div>

-<div class="verse">And which is worse makes me most guiltles torments have.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">A rightfull Prince by unrightfull deeds a Tyrant groweth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>11</i> Loe you grow proud with this, for Tyrants makes folks bow:</div>

-<div class="verse">Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now,</div>

-<div class="verse">Rebels by Natures lawes rebell by way of reason:</div>

-<div class="verse">Thou sweetest subject wert borne in the Realme of Love,</div>

-<div class="verse">And yet against thy Prince, thy force dost daily prove.</div>

-<div class="verse">No vertue merits praise, once toucht with blot of Treason.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>12</i> But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouthes purchase fame,</div>

-<div class="verse">I now then staine thy white with blackest blot of shame,</div>

-<div class="verse">Both Rebel to the Sonne, and vagrant from the Mother,</div>

-<div class="verse">For wearing <em>Venus</em> badge, in every part of thee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Unto <em>Dianaes</em> traine thou runnaway didst flie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Who faileth one is false, though trustie to another.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>13</i> What is not this enough, nay farre worse commeth here:</div>

-<div class="verse">A <em>Witch</em> I say thou art, though thou so faire appeare.</div>

-<div class="verse">For I protest, mine eyes never thy sight enjoyeth,</div>

-<div class="verse">But I in mee am chang’d, I am alive and dead.</div>

-<div class="verse">My feete are turn’d to rootes, my heart becommeth lead,</div>

-<div class="verse">No witchcraft is so ill, as which mans minde destroyeth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>14</i> Yet Witches may repent, thou art farre worse than they:</div>

-<div class="verse">Alas, that I am forst such evill of thee to say:</div>

-<div class="verse">I say thou art a Divel though cloathd in Angels shining:</div>

-<div class="verse">For thy face tempts my soule to leave the heavens for thee,</div>

-<div class="verse">And thy words of refuse doo powre even hell on mee:</div>

-<div class="verse">Who tempts, and tempting plagues are Divels in true defining.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>15</i> You then ungrateful theefe, you murthering Tirant you,</div>

-<div class="verse">You Rebell runnaway, to Lord and Lady untrue,</div>

-<div class="verse">You Witch, you Divel (alas) you still in me beloved,</div>

-<div class="verse">You see what I can say: mend yet your froward minde,</div>

-<div class="verse">And such skill in my Muse you reconcil’d shall finde,</div>

-<div class="verse">That by these cruell words your praises shal be proved.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>

-

-<h3><i>The Sixth Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O You that heare this voice,</div>

-<div class="verse">O you that see this face,</div>

-<div class="verse">Say whether of the choice,</div>

-<div class="verse">Deserves the better place,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Feare not to judge this bate,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">For it is voide of hate.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> This side doth Beautie take,</div>

-<div class="verse">For that doth Musick speake,</div>

-<div class="verse">Fit Orators to make,</div>

-<div class="verse">The strongest judgements weake.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">The barre to plead the right,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Is onely true delight.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Thus doth the voice and face,</div>

-<div class="verse">The gentle Lawiers wage,</div>

-<div class="verse">Like loving brothers case,</div>

-<div class="verse">For Fathers heritage,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That each while each contends,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">It selfe to other lends.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> For Beautie beautifies</div>

-<div class="verse">With heavenly view and grace,</div>

-<div class="verse">The heavenly harmonie;</div>

-<div class="verse">And in this faultles face</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">The perfect beauties bee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">A perfect harmonie.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> Musick more lustie swels</div>

-<div class="verse">In speeches nobly placed,</div>

-<div class="verse">Beautie as farre excels</div>

-<div class="verse">In actions aptly graced.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">A friend each partie drawes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To countenance his cause.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Love more affected seemes</div>

-<div class="verse">To Beauties lonely light,</div>

-<div class="verse">And wonder more esteemes</div>

-<div class="verse">Of Musicks wondrous might;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But both to both so bent,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">As both in both are spent.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Musicke doth witnes call</div>

-<div class="verse">The eare his truth to trie:</div>

-<div class="verse">Beautie brings to the hall</div>

-<div class="verse">The judgement of the eie:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Both in their objects such,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">As no exceptions tuch.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> The common Sense which might</div>

-<div class="verse">Be arbitrer of this,</div>

-<div class="verse">To be forsooth upright,</div>

-<div class="verse">To both sides partiall is:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">He laies on this chiefe praise,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Chiefe praise on that he laies.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Then reason Princesse hie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whose throne is in the minde;</div>

-<div class="verse">Which Musicke can in skie,</div>

-<div class="verse">And hidden Beauties finde:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Say, whether thou wilt crowne</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With limitlesse renowne.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<h3><i>The Seventh Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Whose senses in so evil comfort their stepdame Nature laies,</div>

-<div class="verse">That ravishing delight in them most sweete tunes doth not raise,</div>

-<div class="verse">Or if they doe delight therein, yet are so cloid with wit,</div>

-<div class="verse">As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O let them heare these sacred tunes, &amp; learne in wonders scholes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">To be (in things past bounds of wit) fooles if they be not fooles.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>2</i> Who have so leaden eyes, as not to see sweete Beauties showe:</div>

-<div class="verse">Or seeing, have so wooden wits as not that worth to knowe;</div>

-<div class="verse">Or knowing have so muddie mindes, as not to be in love;</div>

-<div class="verse">Or loving, have so frothie hearts, as easie thence to move:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">O, let them see these heavenly beames, and in faire, letters reed</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">A lesson, fit both sight and skill, Love and firme Love to breed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Heare then, but then with wonder hear; see, but admiring see,</div>

-<div class="verse">No mortal gifts, no earthly fruts now heare diserned bee:</div>

-<div class="verse">See, doo you see this face: a face, nay image of the skyes:</div>

-<div class="verse">Of which, the two life-given lights are figured in her eyes:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Heare you this soule-invading voyce, and count it but a voyce,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">The verie essence of their tunes, when Angls doo rejoyce.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<h3><i>The eighth Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">In a grove most rich of shade;</div>

-<div class="verse">Where birds wanton Musicke made:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Maie</em> then yong his pide weeds shewing,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">New perfumes with flowrs fresh growing.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> <em>Astrophel</em> with <em>Stella</em> sweet</div>

-<div class="verse">Did for mutual comfort meete</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Both within themselves oppressed,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But either in each other blessed.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Him great harmes had taught much care,</div>

-<div class="verse">Her faire necke a foule yoke bare:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But hir sight his cares did banish,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">In his sight hir yoke did vanish.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> Wept they had, alas the while:</div>

-<div class="verse">But now teares themselves did smile,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">While their eyes by Love directed,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Interchangeably reflected.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> Sighd they had: but now betwixt</div>

-<div class="verse">Sighs of woe were glad sighs mixt:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With armes crost, yet testifying</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Restles rest, and living dying.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Their eares hungrie of each word</div>

-<div class="verse">Which the deare tongue would afford,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But their tongues restrained from walking,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Till their harts had ended talking.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> But when their tongues could not speake,</div>

-<div class="verse">Love it selfe did silence breake:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Love did set his lips asunder</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Thus to speake in love and wonder.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> <em>Stella</em>, Sovereigne of my joy,</div>

-<div class="verse">Faire Triumphres in annoy:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em>, Starre of heavenly fire,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em>, loadstarre of desire.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> <em>Stella</em>, in whose shining eyes</div>

-<div class="verse">Are the lights of <em>Cupids</em> skyes,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Whose beames where they are once darted</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Love there with is straight imparted.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>10</i> <em>Stella</em>, whose voyce when it speakes,</div>

-<div class="verse">Sences all asunder breakes:</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whose voyce when it singeth</div>

-<div class="verse">Angles to acquaintance bringeth.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>11</i> <em>Stella</em>, in whose bodie is</div>

-<div class="verse">Writ the carecters of blis:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Whose sweete face all beautie passeth,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Save the minde which it surpasseth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>12</i> Graunt, ô graunt, but speach (alas)</div>

-<div class="verse">Failes me, fearing on to passe:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Graunt to me, what am I saying?</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But no sinne there is in praying.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>13</i> Graunt (ô Deare) on knees I pray</div>

-<div class="verse">(Knees on ground he then did stay)</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That not I, but since I prove you,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Time and place from me nere move you.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>14</i> Never season was more fit,</div>

-<div class="verse">Never roome more apt for it:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Smiling aire allowes my reason:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">These birds sing; now use the season.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>15</i> This small winde which so sweete is,</div>

-<div class="verse">See how it the leaves doth kis:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Each tree in his best attyring,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sense of Love to Love inspiring.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>16</i> Love makes earth the water drinke,</div>

-<div class="verse">Love to earth makes water sinke:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And if dumb things be so wittie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Shall a heavenly Grace want pittie?</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>17</i> There his hands (in their speach) faine</div>

-<div class="verse">Would have made tongues language plaine:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But her hands his hands compelling,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Gave repulse, all grace expelling.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse indent1"><i>18</i> Therewithall, away she went,</div>

-<div class="verse">Leaving him with passion rent,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">With what she had done and spoken,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That therewith my song is broken.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>

-

-<h3><i>The ninth Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">Goe my Flocke, goe get you hence,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Seeke a better place of feeding,</div>

-<div class="verse">Where you may have some defence</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">From the stormes in my breast bleeding,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And showers from mine eyes proceeding.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>2</i> Leave a wretch in whom all woe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Can abide to keepe no measure;</div>

-<div class="verse">Merrie Flocke, such one forgoe</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Unto whom mirth is displeasure,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Onely rich in measures treasure.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>3</i> Yet alas before you goe,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Heare your wofull Masters storie,</div>

-<div class="verse">Which to stones I else would showe;</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Sorrow onely then hath glorie,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">When tis excellently sorie.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>4</i> <em>Stella</em>, fairest Shepheardesse,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Fairest, but yet cruelst ever:</div>

-<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whom the heavens still blesse,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Though against me she persever,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Though I blisse inherit never.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>5</i> <em>Stella</em> hath refused mee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em>, who more love hath proved</div>

-<div class="verse">In this caitiffe hart to bee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Than can in good to us be moved</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Towards Lambkins best beloved.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>6</i> <em>Stella</em> hath refused mee</div>

-<div class="verse indent2"><em>Astrophel</em> that so well served.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">In this plesant Spring (Muse) see,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">While in pride flowers be preserved,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Himselfe onely, winter starved.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>7</i> Why (alas) then doth she sweare</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That she loveth me so deerely;</div>

-<div class="verse">Seeing me so long to beare</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Coales of love that burne so cleerly:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And yet leave me hopelesse meerly.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>8</i> Is that love? forsooth I trow.</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">If I saw my good dogg grieved,</div>

-<div class="verse">And a helpe for him did know,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My love should not be beleeved,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But he were by me releeved.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>9</i> No, she hates me (welaway)</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Faining love, somewhat to please me,</div>

-<div class="verse">Knowing if she should display</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">All hate, death soone would seaze me,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And of hideous torments ease me.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>10</i> Then my deare Flocke now adieu:</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">But alas, if in your straying</div>

-<div class="verse">Heavenly <em>Stella</em> meete with you,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Tell her in your piteous blaying</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Her poore Slaves just decaying.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<h3><i>The Tenth Sonnet.</i></h3>

-

-<div class="poetry-container">

-<div class="poetry">

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse">O Deare Life, when shall it bee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">That mine eyes thine eyes shall see,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">And in them thy minde discover,</div>

-<div class="verse">Whether absence have had force</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>

-<div class="verse">Thy remembrance to divorce</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">From the image of thy Lover?</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>2</i> O if I my selfe finde not</div>

-<div class="verse">By thine absence oft forgot,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Nor debard from Beauties treasure,</div>

-<div class="verse">Let no tongue aspire to tell</div>

-<div class="verse">In what high joyes I shall dwell,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Onely thought aimes at the pleasure.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>3</i> Thought therefore will I send thee</div>

-<div class="verse">To take up the place for mee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Long I will not after tarrie:</div>

-<div class="verse">There unseene thou maist be bold</div>

-<div class="verse">Those faire wonders to behold,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Which in them my hopes do carrie.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>4</i> Thought, see thou no place forbeare,</div>

-<div class="verse">Enter bravely everiewhere,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Seaze on all to her belonging:</div>

-<div class="verse">But if thou wouldst garded bee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Fearing her beames, take with thee</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">Strength of liking, rage of longing.</div>

-</div>

-<div class="stanza">

-<div class="verse"><i>5</i> O my Thoughts, my Thoughts surcease,</div>

-<div class="verse">Your delights my woes encrease,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">My life fleetes with too much thinking:</div>

-<div class="verse">Thinke no more, but die in mee,</div>

-<div class="verse">Till thou shalt received bee,</div>

-<div class="verse indent1">At her lips my <em>Nectar</em> drinking.</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-</div>

-

-<p class="titlepage larger">Finis Syr P. S.</p>

-

-<div class="transnote-bottom" id="transnote">

-

-<h2>Transcriber’s Note</h2>

-

-<p>List of changes made to the text to correct suspected printing errors

-(by comparison with other editions):</p>

-

-<p>Page 4, “romes” changed to “comes” (comes forth her grace).</p>

-

-<p>Page 17, “sume” changed to “some” (And of some sent).</p>

-

-<p>Page 17, “hormanship advaunc” changed to “horsmanship advaunce” (my skill

-in horsmanship advaunce).</p>

-

-<p>Page 26, “durssed” changed to “curssed” (curssed in my blisse).</p>

-

-<p>Page 26, “eloquene” changed to “eloquence” (with dumbe eloquence).</p>

-

-<p>Page 44, “love fooles” changed to “love. Fooles” (Doe _Stella_ love.

-Fooles, who doth it denie?).</p>

-

-<p>Page 47, “paise” changed to “praise” (all song of praise is due).</p>

-

-<p>Page 51, “hard” changed to “heard” (that heard not out).</p>

-

-<p>Page 52, “wrongs” changed to “wrongd” (Princes in subjects wrongd).</p>

-

-<p>Page 56, stanza number “<i>2</i>” added to the 7th sonnet.</p>

-

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***</div>

-<div style='text-align:left'>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Updated editions will replace the previous one&#8212;the old editions will

-be renamed.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright

-law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,

-so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United

-States without permission and without paying copyright

-royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part

-of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG&#8482;

-concept and trademark. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark,

-and may not be used if you charge for an eBook, except by following

-the terms of the trademark license, including paying royalties for use

-of the Project Gutenberg trademark. If you do not charge anything for

-copies of this eBook, complying with the trademark license is very

-easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose such as creation

-of derivative works, reports, performances and research. Project

-Gutenberg eBooks may be modified and printed and given away&#8212;you may

-do practically ANYTHING in the United States with eBooks not protected

-by U.S. copyright law. Redistribution is subject to the trademark

-license, especially commercial redistribution.

-</div>

-

-<div style='margin-top:1em; font-size:1.1em; text-align:center'>START: FULL LICENSE</div>

-<div style='text-align:center;font-size:0.9em'>THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE</div>

-<div style='text-align:center;font-size:0.9em'>PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-To protect the Project Gutenberg&#8482; mission of promoting the free

-distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work

-(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase &#8220;Project

-Gutenberg&#8221;), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full

-Project Gutenberg&#8482; License available with this file or online at

-www.gutenberg.org/license.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>

-Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to

-and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property

-(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all

-the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or

-destroy all copies of Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works in your

-possession. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a

-Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work and you do not agree to be bound

-by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person

-or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.B. &#8220;Project Gutenberg&#8221; is a registered trademark. It may only be

-used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who

-agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few

-things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works

-even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See

-paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works if you follow the terms of this

-agreement and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-electronic works. See paragraph 1.E below.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation (&#8220;the

-Foundation&#8221; or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection

-of Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works. Nearly all the individual

-works in the collection are in the public domain in the United

-States. If an individual work is unprotected by copyright law in the

-United States and you are located in the United States, we do not

-claim a right to prevent you from copying, distributing, performing,

-displaying or creating derivative works based on the work as long as

-all references to Project Gutenberg are removed. Of course, we hope

-that you will support the Project Gutenberg&#8482; mission of promoting

-free access to electronic works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-works in compliance with the terms of this agreement for keeping the

-Project Gutenberg&#8482; name associated with the work. You can easily

-comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the

-same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg&#8482; License when

-you share it without charge with others.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern

-what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are

-in a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States,

-check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this

-agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing,

-distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any

-other Project Gutenberg&#8482; work. The Foundation makes no

-representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any

-country other than the United States.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other

-immediate access to, the full Project Gutenberg&#8482; License must appear

-prominently whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg&#8482; work (any work

-on which the phrase &#8220;Project Gutenberg&#8221; appears, or with which the

-phrase &#8220;Project Gutenberg&#8221; is associated) is accessed, displayed,

-performed, viewed, copied or distributed:

-</div>

-

-<blockquote>

-  <div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-    This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most

-    other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions

-    whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms

-    of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online

-    at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you

-    are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws

-    of the country where you are located before using this eBook.

-  </div>

-</blockquote>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work is

-derived from texts not protected by U.S. copyright law (does not

-contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the

-copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in

-the United States without paying any fees or charges. If you are

-redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase &#8220;Project

-Gutenberg&#8221; associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply

-either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 or

-obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work is posted

-with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution

-must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any

-additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms

-will be linked to the Project Gutenberg&#8482; License for all works

-posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the

-beginning of this work.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this

-work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg&#8482;.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this

-electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without

-prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with

-active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; License.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,

-compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including

-any word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access

-to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg&#8482; work in a format

-other than &#8220;Plain Vanilla ASCII&#8221; or other format used in the official

-version posted on the official Project Gutenberg&#8482; website

-(www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense

-to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means

-of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original &#8220;Plain

-Vanilla ASCII&#8221; or other form. Any alternate format must include the

-full Project Gutenberg&#8482; License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,

-performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg&#8482; works

-unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing

-access to or distributing Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works

-provided that:

-</div>

-

-<div style='margin-left:0.7em;'>

-    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>

-        &#8226; You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from

-        the use of Project Gutenberg&#8482; works calculated using the method

-        you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed

-        to the owner of the Project Gutenberg&#8482; trademark, but he has

-        agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project

-        Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments must be paid

-        within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are

-        legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. Royalty

-        payments should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project

-        Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in

-        Section 4, &#8220;Information about donations to the Project Gutenberg

-        Literary Archive Foundation.&#8221;

-    </div>

-

-    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>

-        &#8226; You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies

-        you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he

-        does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-        License. You must require such a user to return or destroy all

-        copies of the works possessed in a physical medium and discontinue

-        all use of and all access to other copies of Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-        works.

-    </div>

-

-    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>

-        &#8226; You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of

-        any money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the

-        electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of

-        receipt of the work.

-    </div>

-

-    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>

-        &#8226; You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free

-        distribution of Project Gutenberg&#8482; works.

-    </div>

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work or group of works on different terms than

-are set forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing

-from the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the manager of

-the Project Gutenberg&#8482; trademark. Contact the Foundation as set

-forth in Section 3 below.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable

-effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread

-works not protected by U.S. copyright law in creating the Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may

-contain &#8220;Defects,&#8221; such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate

-or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other

-intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or

-other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or

-cannot be read by your equipment.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the &#8220;Right

-of Replacement or Refund&#8221; described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project

-Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; trademark, and any other party distributing a Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all

-liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal

-fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT

-LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE

-PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE

-TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE

-LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR

-INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH

-DAMAGE.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a

-defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can

-receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a

-written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you

-received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium

-with your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you

-with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in

-lieu of a refund. If you received the work electronically, the person

-or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second

-opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If

-the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing

-without further opportunities to fix the problem.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth

-in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you &#8216;AS-IS&#8217;, WITH NO

-OTHER WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT

-LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied

-warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of

-damages. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement

-violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the

-agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or

-limitation permitted by the applicable state law. The invalidity or

-unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the

-remaining provisions.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the

-trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone

-providing copies of Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works in

-accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the

-production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses,

-including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of

-the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this

-or any Project Gutenberg&#8482; work, (b) alteration, modification, or

-additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg&#8482; work, and (c) any

-Defect you cause.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>

-Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg&#8482;

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Project Gutenberg&#8482; is synonymous with the free distribution of

-electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of

-computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It

-exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations

-from people in all walks of life.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the

-assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg&#8482;&#8217;s

-goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg&#8482; collection will

-remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project

-Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure

-and permanent future for Project Gutenberg&#8482; and future

-generations. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see

-Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation information page at www.gutenberg.org.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>

-Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non-profit

-501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the

-state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal

-Revenue Service. The Foundation&#8217;s EIN or federal tax identification

-number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by

-U.S. federal laws and your state&#8217;s laws.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-The Foundation&#8217;s business office is located at 809 North 1500 West,

-Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email contact links and up

-to date contact information can be found at the Foundation&#8217;s website

-and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>

-Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Project Gutenberg&#8482; depends upon and cannot survive without widespread

-public support and donations to carry out its mission of

-increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be

-freely distributed in machine-readable form accessible by the widest

-array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations

-($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt

-status with the IRS.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating

-charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United

-States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a

-considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up

-with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations

-where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND

-DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular state

-visit <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/donate/">www.gutenberg.org/donate</a>.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we

-have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition

-against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who

-approach us with offers to donate.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make

-any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from

-outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Please check the Project Gutenberg web pages for current donation

-methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other

-ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To

-donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>

-Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project

-Gutenberg&#8482; concept of a library of electronic works that could be

-freely shared with anyone. For forty years, he produced and

-distributed Project Gutenberg&#8482; eBooks with only a loose network of

-volunteer support.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Project Gutenberg&#8482; eBooks are often created from several printed

-editions, all of which are confirmed as not protected by copyright in

-the U.S. unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not

-necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper

-edition.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-Most people start at our website which has the main PG search

-facility: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>.

-</div>

-

-<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>

-This website includes information about Project Gutenberg&#8482;,

-including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary

-Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to

-subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.

-</div>

-

-</div>

-

-</body>

-</html>

+<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN"
+"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">
+<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en">
+<head>
+<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" />
+<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" />
+<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Sir P. S. His Astrophel and Stella, by Philip Sidney</title>
+<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" />
+<style type="text/css">
+
+a {
+    text-decoration: none;
+}
+
+body {
+    margin-left: 10%;
+    margin-right: 10%;
+}
+
+h1,h2,h3 {
+    text-align: center;
+    clear: both;
+}
+
+hr {
+    margin-top: 2em;
+    margin-bottom: 2em;
+    clear: both;
+    width: 65%;
+    margin-left: 17.5%;
+    margin-right: 17.5%;
+}
+
+p {
+    margin-top: 0.5em;
+    text-align: justify;
+    margin-bottom: 0.5em;
+    text-indent: 1em;
+}
+
+.figcenter {
+    margin: auto;
+    text-align: center;
+}
+
+.larger {
+    font-size: 150%;
+}
+
+.pagenum {
+    position: absolute;
+    right: 4%;
+    font-size: smaller;
+    text-align: right;
+    font-style: normal;
+}
+
+.poetry-container {
+    text-align: center;
+    margin: 1em;
+}
+
+.poetry {
+    display: inline-block;
+    text-align: left;
+}
+
+.poetry .stanza {
+    margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;
+}
+
+.poetry .verse {
+    text-indent: -3em;
+    padding-left: 3em;
+}
+
+.poetry .indent1 {
+    text-indent: -2em;
+}
+
+.poetry .indent2 {
+    text-indent: -1em;
+}
+
+.poetry .indent3 {
+    text-indent: 0em;
+}
+
+.smaller {
+    font-size: 80%;
+}
+
+.titlepage {
+    text-align: center;
+    margin-top: 3em;
+    text-indent: 0em;
+}
+
+.transnote-top {
+    background-color: #E6E6FA;
+    color: black;
+    text-align: center;
+    font-size: smaller;
+    padding: 0.5em;
+    margin-bottom: 5em;
+}
+
+.transnote-bottom {
+    background-color: #E6E6FA;
+    color: black;
+    text-align: center;
+    font-size: smaller;
+    padding: 0.5em;
+    margin-top: 5em;
+}
+
+</style>
+</head>
+<body>
+
+<div style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em; font-weight:bold'>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella, by Philip Sidney</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and
+most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions
+whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
+of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online
+at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you
+are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the
+country where you are located before using this eBook.
+</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Philip Sidney</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: January 14, 2018 [eBook #56375]<br />
+[Most recently updated: March 12, 2023]</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team</div>
+<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***</div>
+
+<p class="transnote-top">Transcriber’s Note: Variable spelling and hyphenation have been
+retained from the original printing. Some minor errors in punctuation and capitalisation
+have been corrected, and some changes to the text are listed <a href="#transnote">at the end</a>.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="Cover image" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="titlepage larger"><img src="images/leaf.jpg" width="40" height="28" alt="Decorative image" /> SIR P. S. HIS<br />
+ASTROPHEL AND<br />
+<i>STELLA</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="titlepage">Wherein the excellence of sweete<br />
+Poesie is concluded.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/deco.jpg" width="100" height="55" alt="Decorative image" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="titlepage">At London,<br />
+<span class="larger">Printed for Thomas Newman.</span><br />
+<span class="smaller"><i>Anno Domini.</i> 1591.</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/header.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="Decorative image" />
+</div>
+
+<h1><img src="images/leaf.jpg" width="40" height="28" alt="Decorative image" /> SIR P. S. HIS<br />
+ASTROPHEL AND<br />
+<i>STELLA</i>.</h1>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1">Loving in trueth, and fayne my love in verse to show,</div>
+<div class="verse">That the deere <em>Shee</em>, might take some pleasure of my paine:</div>
+<div class="verse">Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,</div>
+<div class="verse">Knowledge might pittie winne, and pittie grace obtaine.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I sought fit wordes to paint the blackest face of woe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Studying inventions fine, her wittes to entertaine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Oft turning others leaves, to see if thence would flowe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Some fresh and fruitfull showre, upon my Sunne-burnt braine.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But wordes came halting out, wanting inventions stay,</div>
+<div class="verse">Invention Natures childe, fledde Stepdame studies blowes:</div>
+<div class="verse">And others feete, still seem’de but strangers in my way,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thus great with Childe to speake, and helplesse in my throwes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">Byting my trewand penne, beating my selfe for spite:</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">Foole saide my Muse to mee, looke in thy heart and write.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1">Not at first sight, nor with a dribbing shot,</div>
+<div class="verse">Love gave the wound, which while I breath will bleede:</div>
+<div class="verse">But knowne, worth did in mine of time proceede,</div>
+<div class="verse">Till by degrees it had full conquest got.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I sawe and lik’d, I lik’d but loved not,</div>
+<div class="verse">I lov’d, but did not straight what Love decreede:</div>
+<div class="verse">At length to Loves decrees, I forst agreede:</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet with repining at so partiall lot.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Now even that foot-steppe of lost libertie</div>
+<div class="verse">Is gone, and now like slave borne Muscovite:</div>
+<div class="verse">I call it praise to suffer tyrannie,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">And now imploy the remnant of my wit</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">To make my selfe believe that all is well,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1">Let Daintie wittes cry on the Sisters nine,</div>
+<div class="verse">That bravely maskt, their fancies may be tolde:</div>
+<div class="verse">Or Pinders Apes flaunt they in phrases fine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Enamling with pyde flowers their thoughts of gold:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or els let them in statelyee glorie shine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Ennobling new found tropes with problemes old:</div>
+<div class="verse">Or with strange similes, inricht each line,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of hearbes or beasts, which <em>Inde</em> or <em>Affricke</em> hold.</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">For me in sooth, no Muse but one I know,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">Phrases and Problemes from my reach do growe.</div>
+<div class="verse">And straunge things cost too deere for my poor sprites,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">How then? even thus in <em>Stellas</em> face I reede,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">What love and beautie be, then all my deede</div>
+<div class="verse">But coppying is, what in her nature writes.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1">Vertue (alas) now let me take some rest,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thou set’st a bate betweene my will and wit;</div>
+<div class="verse">If vaine love have my simple soule opprest,</div>
+<div class="verse">Leave what thou lik’st not, deale not thou with it.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thy Scepter use in some olde <em>Catoes</em> brest,</div>
+<div class="verse">Churches or Schooles are for thy seat more fit:</div>
+<div class="verse">I doe confes, (pardon a fault confest,)</div>
+<div class="verse">My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit.</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">But if that needes, thou wilt usurping bee</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">The little reason that is left in mee.</div>
+<div class="verse">And still th’ effect of thy perswasions proove,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">I sweare, my heart such one shall shew to thee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent2">That shrines in flesh so true a deitie,</div>
+<div class="verse">That Vertue, thou thy selfe shalt be in love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1">It is most true, that eyes are found to serve</div>
+<div class="verse">The inward light: and that the heavenly part</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerve,</div>
+<div class="verse">Rebels to nature, strive for their owne smart.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">It is most true, what wee call <em>Cupids</em> dart,</div>
+<div class="verse">An Image is, which for ourselves we carve:</div>
+<div class="verse">And fooles adore, in Temple of our hart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Till that good God make church and Church-men starve.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">True that true beautie vertue is in deede,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whereof this beautie can but be a shade:</div>
+<div class="verse">Which Elements with mortall mixture breede,</div>
+<div class="verse">True that on earth we are but Pilgrimes made,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">And should in soule, up to our Country move:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">True and most true, that I must <em>Stella</em> love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Some Lovers speake, when they their Muses entertaine</div>
+<div class="verse">Of hopes begot, by feare, of wot not what desires,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of force of heavenly beames, infusing hellish paine;</div>
+<div class="verse">Of lyving deathes, deere woundes, faire Stormes, and friesing fyres.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Some one his songs in <em>Jove</em> and <em>Joves</em> straunge tales attyres,</div>
+<div class="verse">Bordered with Bulles and Swannes, poudered with golden raine:</div>
+<div class="verse">Another humbler witte to shepheards pipe retyres,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet hiding royall blood, full oft in Rurall vaine.</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">To some a sweetest plaint a sweetest stile affordes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Whiles teares poure out his inke, and sighes breathe</div>
+<div class="verse">His paper pale despaire, and paine his penne doth move.</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">I can speake what I feele, and feele as much as they,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">But thinke that all the mappe of my state I display,</div>
+<div class="verse">When trembling voice brings foorth, that I do <em>Stella</em> love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">When nature made her chiefe worke, <em>Stella’s</em> eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">In collour blacke, why wrapt she beames so bright?</div>
+<div class="verse">Would she in beamy blacke like Painter wise,</div>
+<div class="verse">Frame daintiest lustre mixte of shades of light?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or did she els that sober hewe devise,</div>
+<div class="verse">In object best, to strength and knitt our sighte</div>
+<div class="verse">Least if no vaile these brave gleames did disguise,</div>
+<div class="verse">They Sun-like should more dazell than delight.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or would she her miraculous power shewe,</div>
+<div class="verse">That whereas blacke seemes Beauties contrarie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Shee even in blacke doth make all Beauties flower</div>
+<div class="verse">Both so and thus; she minding Love should bee</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Plaste ever there, gave him this mourning weede:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">To honour all their deathes, which for her bleede.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Love borne in <em>Greece</em>, of late fled from his native place,</div>
+<div class="verse">Forst by a tedious proofe, that Turkish hardned hart</div>
+<div class="verse">Were no fit marke, to pearce with his fine pointed dart:</div>
+<div class="verse">And pleasd with our lost peace, staide here his fleeting race.</div>
+<div class="verse">But finding these North climes, too coldlie him imbrace,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Not usde to frosen clippes, he strave to finde some part</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Where with most ease and warmth, he might imploy his art.</div>
+<div class="verse">At length he preach’d himselfe in <em>Stellas</em> joyfull face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose faire skinne, beamie eyes, like morning Sunne on snow:</div>
+<div class="verse">Deceiv’d the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light,</div>
+<div class="verse">Effects of livelie heate must needes in nature growe.</div>
+<div class="verse">But shee most faire, most colde; made him thence take his flight</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">To my close hart; where while some fire brands he did lay,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fly away.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Queene Vertues Court, which some call <em>Stellas</em> face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Prepar’d by Natures cheefest furniture:</div>
+<div class="verse">Hath his front built of Alabaster pure.</div>
+<div class="verse">Gold is the covering of that statelie place.</div>
+<div class="verse">The doore, by which sometimes comes forth her grace</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Red Porphire is, which locke of Pearle makes sure:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Whose Porches rich, with name of chekes indure,</div>
+<div class="verse">Marble mixt red and white, doe enterlace.</div>
+<div class="verse">The Windowes now, through which this heavenly guest</div>
+<div class="verse">Lookes ore the world, and can finde nothing such,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which dare claime from those lights the name of best,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of touch they are, that without touch doe touch,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Which Cupids selfe, from beauties mine did drawe:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Of touch they are, and poore I am their strawe.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still</div>
+<div class="verse">Would’st brabling be, with sence and love in me:</div>
+<div class="verse">I rather with thee climbe the Muses hill,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or reach the fruite of Natures chiefest tree:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or seeke heavens course, or heavens inside to see:</div>
+<div class="verse">Why should’st thou toyle, our thornie soyle to till?</div>
+<div class="verse">Leave sence and those that sences objects be,</div>
+<div class="verse">Deale thou with powers, of thoughts leave love to will.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But thou wouldst needes fight both with Love and sence,</div>
+<div class="verse">With sworde of witte, giving woundes of dispraise:</div>
+<div class="verse">Till down-right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence,</div>
+<div class="verse">So soone as they strake thee with <em>Stellas</em> rayes.</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Reason, thou knewest, and offered straight to prove;</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">By reason good, good reason her to love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">In truth oh Love: with what a boyish kinde</div>
+<div class="verse">Thou doost proceede, in thy most serious waies;</div>
+<div class="verse">That when the heaven to thee his best displaies,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet of that best thou leav’st the best behinde.</div>
+<div class="verse">That like a Childe that some faire booke doth finde</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">With gilden leaves of colloured Velom, playes</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Or at the most on some faire picture stares,</div>
+<div class="verse">But never heedes the fruite of Writers minde.</div>
+<div class="verse">So when thou sawest in Natures cabinet,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, thou straight lokest babies in her eyes:</div>
+<div class="verse">In her chekes pit, thou didst thy pitfall set,</div>
+<div class="verse">And in her brest bo-peepe or touching lyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Playing and shining in each outward part:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">But foole seekst not to get into her hart.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Cupid</em> because thou shin’st in <em>Stellas</em> eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">That from her lookes thy day-nets now scapes free:</div>
+<div class="verse">That those lips swelde so full of thee they be.</div>
+<div class="verse">That her sweet breath makes all thy flames t’arise,</div>
+<div class="verse">That in her brest thy pap well sugred lyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That her grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that shee,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">What word so ere shee speakes, perswades for thee:</div>
+<div class="verse">That her cleere voice, lifts thy fame to the skyes.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou countest <em>Stella</em> thine, like those whose powres</div>
+<div class="verse">Having got up a breach; (by fighting well)</div>
+<div class="verse">Cry victorie, this faire day all is ours:</div>
+<div class="verse">Oh no, her heart is such a Cytadell.</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">So fortified with wit, stor’d with disdaine:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">That to winne it, is all the skill and paine.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Phœbus</em> was Judge, betweene <em>Jove</em>, <em>Mars,</em> &amp; love,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of those three Gods whose armes the fairest were:</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Joves</em> golden shield, did Eagle Sables beare:</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose talents held young <em>Ganimede</em> above.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But in verde fielde, <em>Mars</em> bare a golden Speare,</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Which through a bleeding heart, his point did shove:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Each had his Crest, <em>Mars</em> carried <em>Venus</em> glove.</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Jove</em> on his Helme the Thunderbolt did reare.</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Cupid</em> then smiles, for on his crest there lyes</div>
+<div class="verse indent3"><em>Stellas</em> faire haire, her face he makes his shielde:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">Where Roses gueules, are borne in silver fielde.</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Phœbus</em> drewe wide the Curtaine of the skyes</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">To blase the last, and swore devoutly then:</div>
+<div class="verse indent3">The first thus macht, were scarcely Gentlemen.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Alas, have I not paine enough my friend,</div>
+<div class="verse">Uppon whose breast, a fiercer gripe doth tyre,</div>
+<div class="verse">Than did on him, who first stole downe the fyre;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">While Love on me, doth all his quiver spend,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But with your rubarbe wordes you must contend,</div>
+<div class="verse">To greeve me worse in saying, that desier</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth plunge my well form’d soule, even in the mier</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of sinfull thoughtes, which doe in ruine ende.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">If that be sinne which doth the manners frame,</div>
+<div class="verse">Well stayed with trueth, in worde and faith of deede,</div>
+<div class="verse">Readie of wit, and fearing nought but shame;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">If it be sin which in fixt hart dooth breede,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">A loathing of all lose unchastitie;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Then love is sin, and let me sinfull bee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">You that do search for every purling spring,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which from the rybs of old <em>Parnassus</em> flowes,</div>
+<div class="verse">And every flower (not sweete perhaps) which growes</div>
+<div class="verse">Neere there about, into your Poesie wring.</div>
+<div class="verse">Ye that do Dictionaries method bring</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Into your rymes, running in ratling rowes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">You that poore <em>Petrarchs</em> long deceased woes</div>
+<div class="verse">With new borne sighes, &amp; devised wit do sing;</div>
+<div class="verse">You take wrong wayes, those far-fet helps be such,</div>
+<div class="verse">As doe bewray a want of inward tutch,</div>
+<div class="verse">And sure at length stolne goods doe come to light.</div>
+<div class="verse">But if both for your love and skill you name,</div>
+<div class="verse">You seeke to nurse at fullest brest of Fame,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> behold and then begin t’endite.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">In nature apt to like, when I did see</div>
+<div class="verse">Beauties which were of many Carrects fine,</div>
+<div class="verse">My boyling spirits did thether soone encline,</div>
+<div class="verse">And Love I thought that I was full of thee;</div>
+<div class="verse">But finding not those restles flames in mee</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Which others said did make their soules to pyne,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I thought those babes of some pins hurt did whine:</div>
+<div class="verse">By my love judging what loves paines might be.</div>
+<div class="verse">But while I thus with this young Lyon plaid,</div>
+<div class="verse">Myne eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>: now shee is nam’de, neede more be sayd?</div>
+<div class="verse">In her sight I a lesson new have speld.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I now have learnd love right, and learnd even so,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">As who by being poysond doth poyson know.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">His mother deere <em>Cupid</em> offended late,</div>
+<div class="verse">Because that <em>Mars</em> grew slacker in her love,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">With pricking shot he did not throughly move</div>
+<div class="verse">To keepe the pace of their first loving state:</div>
+<div class="verse">The boy refusde, for feare of <em>Marses</em> hate;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Who threatned stripes, if he his wrath did prove:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But she in chafe him from her lap did shove,</div>
+<div class="verse">Brake bowe, brake shafts, where <em>Cupid</em> weeping sate,</div>
+<div class="verse">Till that his Grandam Nature pittying it,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of <em>Stellas</em> browes made him two better bowes:</div>
+<div class="verse">And in her eyes of arrowes infinit.</div>
+<div class="verse">O how for joye he leapes, ô how he crowes;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And straight therewith, like wagges new got to play:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Falls to shrewde turnes, and I was in his way.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">With what strange checkes I in my selfe am shent,</div>
+<div class="verse">When into Reasons Audit I doe goe:</div>
+<div class="verse">And by just counts my selfe a Bankerowt know</div>
+<div class="verse">Of all those goods which heaven to me hath lent,</div>
+<div class="verse">Unable quite, to pay even Natures rent,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Which unto it by birth-right I doe owe:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And which is worse, no good excuse can showe,</div>
+<div class="verse">But that my wealth I have most idely spent,</div>
+<div class="verse">My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">My wit doth strive, those passions to defende</div>
+<div class="verse">Which for reward, spoyle it with vaine annoyes;</div>
+<div class="verse">I see my course, to lose my selfe doth bende.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I see and yet no greater sorrowe take</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Than that I looke no more for <em>Stellas</em> sake.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">On <em>Cupids</em> bowe, how are my hart strings bent?</div>
+<div class="verse">That see my wracke, and yet imbrace the same:</div>
+<div class="verse">When most I glorie, then I feele most shame;</div>
+<div class="verse">I willing run, yet while I runne repent;</div>
+<div class="verse">My best wittes still their owne disgrace invent,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My verie ynke, turnes straight to <em>Stella’s</em> name:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And yet my words (as them my penne doth frame)</div>
+<div class="verse">Against themselves that they are vainely spent.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">For though she passe all things, yet what is all</div>
+<div class="verse">That unto me, who fare like him that both</div>
+<div class="verse">Lookes to the skyes and in a ditch doth fall,</div>
+<div class="verse">O let me prop my mind yet in his grouth</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And not in nature, for best fruits unfit;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Scholler saith Love bend hitherward your wit.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Fly, flye my friends, I have my deathes wound, flye;</div>
+<div class="verse">See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who like a thiefe hid in a bush doth lye,</div>
+<div class="verse">Tyll blooddy bullet get him wrongfull pray.</div>
+<div class="verse">So, tyrant he no fitter place could spy,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor so farre levell in so secrete stay:</div>
+<div class="verse">As that sweete blacke which veiles thy heavenly eye.</div>
+<div class="verse">There himselfe with his shot he close doth laye.</div>
+<div class="verse">Poore passenger, passe now thereby I did,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And staid pleasd with prospect of the place,</div>
+<div class="verse">While that black hue from me the bad guest hid,</div>
+<div class="verse">But straight I saw motions of lightnings grace,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And there descried the glisterings of his dart:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But ere I could flie thence, it pearst my hart.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Your words my freend right helthfull caustickes blame.</div>
+<div class="verse">My young minde marde whom Love doth windlase so:</div>
+<div class="verse">That my owne writings like bad servants showe</div>
+<div class="verse">My wits, quick in vaine thoughts, in vertue lame;</div>
+<div class="verse">That <em>Plato</em> I reade for nought, but if he tame</div>
+<div class="verse">Such coltish giers; that to my birth I owe</div>
+<div class="verse">Nobler desires: lest els that friendly foe</div>
+<div class="verse">Great expectation were a traine of shame.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For since mad <em>March</em> great promise made to mee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">If now the <em>May</em> of my yeeres much decline,</div>
+<div class="verse">What can be hop’d my harvest time will be,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sure you say well, your wisedomes golden myne</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Digs deepe with learnings spade: now tell me this,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Hath this world ought so faire as <em>Stella</em> is?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">In highest way of heaven the Sunne did ride,</div>
+<div class="verse">Progressing then from fayre Twynns golden place,</div>
+<div class="verse">Having no maske of Clowdes before his face,</div>
+<div class="verse">But shining forth of heat in his chiefe pride,</div>
+<div class="verse">When some faire Ladies by hard promise tyde,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">On horsebacke met him in his furious race,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Yet each prepar’de with Fannes well shading grace,</div>
+<div class="verse">From that foes wounds their tender skinnes to hide.</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> alone, with face unarmed marcht,</div>
+<div class="verse">Either to doe like him, which open shone:</div>
+<div class="verse">Or carelesse of the welth, because her owne.</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parcht,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Her dainties bare went free; the cause was this,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">The Sunne which others burnt, did her but kisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenes</div>
+<div class="verse">Bewray it selfe in my long setled eyes:</div>
+<div class="verse">Whence those same fumes of mellancholie rise,</div>
+<div class="verse">With idle paines and missing ayme do gesse;</div>
+<div class="verse">Some that know how, my spring I did adresse,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Deem’d that my Muse some fruite of knowledge plyes:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Others, because the Prince my service tryes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thinke that I thinke, State errors to redresse;</div>
+<div class="verse">But harder Judges, judge ambitious rage,</div>
+<div class="verse">(Scourge of it selfe, still clyming slippery place)</div>
+<div class="verse">Holds my young braine captiv’d in golden cage.</div>
+<div class="verse">O fooles, or over-wise, alas the case;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of all my thoughts have neither stop nor start,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But onely <em>Stellas</em> eyes, and <em>Stellas</em> hart.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Rich fooles there there be, whose base and filthie hart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Lyes hatching still the goods wherein they flow:</div>
+<div class="verse">And damning their owne selves to <em>Tantal’s</em> smart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Welth breeding want, more rich, more wretched grow.</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet to those fooles, heaven doth such wit impart,</div>
+<div class="verse">As what their hands doe hold, their heads doe know.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">And knowing love, and loving lay apart,</div>
+<div class="verse">As scattered things, farre from all dangers show.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But that rich foole, who by blind Fortunes lot,</div>
+<div class="verse">The richest gem of love and life enjoyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">And can with foule abuse such beauties blot:</div>
+<div class="verse">Let him deprived of sweet, but unfelt joyes</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Exilde for aye, from those high treasures which</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">He knowes not grow, in onely follie rich.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">The wisest scholler of the wight most wise,</div>
+<div class="verse">By <em>Phœbus</em> doome, with sugred sentence sayes:</div>
+<div class="verse">That vertue if it once meete with our eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Strange flames of love it in our soules would rayse.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But for that man with paine this truth discries,</div>
+<div class="verse">While he each thing in sences ballance wayes,</div>
+<div class="verse">And so, nor will nor can behold those skyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which inward Summe to heroicke mindes displaies.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Vertue of late with vertuous care to stir</div>
+<div class="verse">Love of himselfe, takes <em>Stellas</em> shape, that hee</div>
+<div class="verse">To mortall eyes might sweetly shine in her.</div>
+<div class="verse">It is most true, for since I her did see,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Vertues great beautie in her face I prove,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And finde th’ effect, for I doe burne in love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Though duskie wits dare scorne Astrologie,</div>
+<div class="verse">And fooles can thinke those lampes of purest light,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose number, waies, greatnes, eternitie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Promising wondrous wonders to invite,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To have for no cause birth-right in the skyes.</div>
+<div class="verse">But for to spangle the blacke weedes of Night,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or for some Braule which in that Chamber hie,</div>
+<div class="verse">They should still daunce to please a gazers sight.</div>
+<div class="verse">For mee I doe Nature unydle know,</div>
+<div class="verse">And know great causes, great effects procure,</div>
+<div class="verse">And know those bodies high, raigne on the low.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">And if these rules did fayle, proofe makes me sure,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Who oft foresee my after following case,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">By onely those two starres in <em>Stella’s</em> face.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Because I oft in darke abstracted guise,</div>
+<div class="verse">Seeme most alone in greatest company,</div>
+<div class="verse">With dearth of words, and aunswers quite awry,</div>
+<div class="verse">To them that would make speech of speech arise;</div>
+<div class="verse">They deeme, and of their doome the rumor flies,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That poyson foule of bubling pride doth lie</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So in my swelling brest, that onely I</div>
+<div class="verse">Faune on my selfe, all others doe dispise:</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet pride (I thinke) doth not my soule possesse,</div>
+<div class="verse">(Which lookes too oft in this unflattering glasse)</div>
+<div class="verse">But one worse fault, ambition I confesse,</div>
+<div class="verse">That makes me oft my best freends over-passe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Unseene unheard, while thought to highest place</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Bends all his powers, even unto <em>Stellas</em> grace.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">You that with allegories curious frame</div>
+<div class="verse">Of others children changelings use to make,</div>
+<div class="verse">With mee those paines for good now doe not take,</div>
+<div class="verse">I list not dig so deepe for brasen fame.</div>
+<div class="verse">When I see <em>Stella</em>, I doe meane the same</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Princesse of beautie, for whose onely sake,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">The raynes of love I love, though never slake;</div>
+<div class="verse">And joy therein, though Nations count it shame:</div>
+<div class="verse">I begge no subject to use eloquence,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor in hid waies to guide Philosophie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Looke at my hands for no such quintessence,</div>
+<div class="verse">But know that I in pure simplicitie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Breath out the flames which burn within my hart,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Love only leading me into this arte.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Like some weake Lords Neighbord by mightie kings,</div>
+<div class="verse">To keepe themselves and their chiefe Cities free,</div>
+<div class="verse">Doe easily yeelde, that all their coast may be</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Readie to serve their Campe of needfull things:</div>
+<div class="verse">So <em>Stellas</em> hart finding what power Love brings,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To keepe it selfe in life and libertie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Doth willing graunt that in the Frontire he</div>
+<div class="verse">Use all to help his other conquerings.</div>
+<div class="verse">And thus her hart escapes, but thus her eyes</div>
+<div class="verse">Serve him with shot, her lips his Heralds are,</div>
+<div class="verse">Her brests his Tents, legges his tryumphall Chare,</div>
+<div class="verse">Herselfe his foode, her skin his Armour brave.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And I but for because my prospect lyes:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Upon that coast, am given up for slave.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Whether the Turkish new Moone minded be,</div>
+<div class="verse">To fill her hornes this yeere on Christian coast,</div>
+<div class="verse">How Polands King mindes without leave of hoast,</div>
+<div class="verse">To warme with ill made fire cold <em>Muscovie</em>,</div>
+<div class="verse">If French can yet three parts in one agree,</div>
+<div class="verse">What now the Dutch in their full diets boast,</div>
+<div class="verse">How Holland harts, now so good Townes are lost,</div>
+<div class="verse">Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree.</div>
+<div class="verse">How Ulster likes of the same goldenbitt,</div>
+<div class="verse">Wherewith my Father made it once halfe tame,</div>
+<div class="verse">If in the Scottish Court be weltering yet;</div>
+<div class="verse">These questions busie wits to me do frame,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I combered with good manners, aunswere doe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But know not how, for still I thinke on <em>you</em>.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim’st the skyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">How silently, and with how meane a face,</div>
+<div class="verse">What may it be, that even in heavenly place,</div>
+<div class="verse">That busie Archer his sharpe Arrowes tryes?</div>
+<div class="verse">Sure if that long with love acquainted eyes</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Can judge of love, thou feelst of Lovers case,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I reade within thy lookes thy languisht grace.</div>
+<div class="verse">To mee that feele the like, my state discries.</div>
+<div class="verse">Then even of fellowship ô Moone tell me,</div>
+<div class="verse">Is constant love deemde there but want of wit?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Are beauties there, as proude as here there be?</div>
+<div class="verse">Doe they above, love to be lov’d, and yet</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Those Lovers scorne, whom that love doth possesse?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Doe they call vertue there ungratefulnesse?</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Morpheus</em> the lively sonne of deadlie Sleepe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Witnes of life to them that living die:</div>
+<div class="verse">A Prophet oft, and oft an Historie,</div>
+<div class="verse">A Poet eake as humors flye and creepe:</div>
+<div class="verse">Since thou in me so sure a power doost keepe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That never I with clos’d up fence doe lye,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But by thy worke, my <em>Stella</em> I discry,</div>
+<div class="verse">Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weepe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whence hast thou Ivorie, Rubies, Pearle, and Golde,</div>
+<div class="verse">To shew <em>her</em> skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?</div>
+<div class="verse">(Foole aunswers he) no <em>Indes</em> such treasures hold,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But from thy hart, while my Sire charmeth thee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sweet <em>Stellas</em> Image I do steale to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">I might, unhappy word, (woe me) I might,</div>
+<div class="verse">And then would not, nor could not see my blisse:</div>
+<div class="verse">Till now, wrapt in a most infernall Night,</div>
+<div class="verse">I finde, how heavenly day (wretch) did I misse;</div>
+<div class="verse">Hart rent thy selfe, thou doost thy selfe but right.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">No lovely <em>Paris</em> made thy <em>Helen</em> his,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">No force, no fraude, robd thee of thy delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor fortune of thy fortune Author is;</div>
+<div class="verse">But to my selfe, my selfe did give the blow,</div>
+<div class="verse">While too much wit forsooth so trubled me,</div>
+<div class="verse">That I respects for both our sakes must show,</div>
+<div class="verse">And yet could not by rysing morne fore-see,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">How faire a day was neere, (ô punisht eyes)</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That I had beene more foolish, or more wise.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Come let me write, and to what end? to ease</div>
+<div class="verse">A burthened hart, (how can words ease, which are</div>
+<div class="verse">The glasses of thy daily vexing care?)</div>
+<div class="verse">Oft cruell fights well pictured forth doe please,</div>
+<div class="verse">Art not asham’d to publish thy disease?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Nay, that may breede my fame, it is so rare,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But will not wise men thinke thy words fonde ware?</div>
+<div class="verse">Then be they close, and they shall none displease,</div>
+<div class="verse">What idler thing than speake and not be heard?</div>
+<div class="verse">What harder thing than smart and not to speake?</div>
+<div class="verse">Peace foolish wit, with wit my wit is marde;</div>
+<div class="verse">Thus write I while I doubt to write, and wreake</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My harmes in ynkes poore losse, perhaps some finde</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stellas</em> great power, that so confus’d my minde.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">What may words say? or what may words not say,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where truth it selfe must speake like flattery?</div>
+<div class="verse">Within what bounds can one his lyking stay,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where Nature doth with infinite agree?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">What <em>Nestors</em> counsell can my flames allay,</div>
+<div class="verse">Since Reasons selfe doth blow the coles to me?</div>
+<div class="verse">And ah, what hope that hope should once see day,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where <em>Cupid</em> is sworne page to Chastitie;</div>
+<div class="verse">Honour is honoured that thou dost possesse</div>
+<div class="verse">Him as thy slave, and now long needie Fame</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth even grow rich, meaning my <em>Stellas</em> name;</div>
+<div class="verse">Wit learnes in <em>thee</em> perfection to expresse,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Not <em>thou</em> by praise, but praise in <em>thee</em> is raised,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">It is a praise, to praise where <em>thou</em> art praised.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whence doth these newe assaults arise,</div>
+<div class="verse">A conquerd, yeelding, ransackt hart to win?</div>
+<div class="verse">Whereto long since, through my long battred eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whole Armies of <em>thy</em> beauties entred in,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And there long since, Love thy Lieuetenant lyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">My forces raz’d, thy banners rais’d within</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Of conquest, what do these effects suffise,</div>
+<div class="verse">But wilt new warre uppon thine owne begin,</div>
+<div class="verse">With so sweet voyce, and by sweet nature so,</div>
+<div class="verse">In sweetest strength, so sweetly skild withall,</div>
+<div class="verse">In all sweet stratagems sweet Art can shew:</div>
+<div class="verse">That not my soule which at thy foot did fall</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Long since forst by thy beames; but stone nor tree</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">By sences priviledge can scape from thee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">This night while sleepe begins, with heavie wings</div>
+<div class="verse">To close mine eyes, and the unbitted thought</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth fall to stray, and my chiefe powers are brought</div>
+<div class="verse">To leave the scepter of all subject things,</div>
+<div class="verse">The first that straight my fancies errour brings</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Unto my minde, is <em>Stellas</em> Image, wrought</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">By Loves owne selfe, but with so curious draught,</div>
+<div class="verse">That she me thinkes not onely shines but sings:</div>
+<div class="verse">I start, looke, harke, but what inclos’d up sence</div>
+<div class="verse">Was helde in open sence it flyes away,</div>
+<div class="verse">Leaving me nought but wayling eloquence.</div>
+<div class="verse">I seeing Better sights in sighes decay,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Conclude a new, and woed Sleepe againe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But him her hoast that unkind guest had slaine.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Come Sleepe, ô Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,</div>
+<div class="verse">The bathing place of wits, the balme of woe,</div>
+<div class="verse">The poore mans wealth, the prysoners release,</div>
+<div class="verse">The indifferent judge betweene the high and lowe,</div>
+<div class="verse">With shield of proofe, shield me from out the presse</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of these fierce darts, Dispaire at me doth throw;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O make in me those civill warres to cease:</div>
+<div class="verse">I will good trybute pay if thou do so.</div>
+<div class="verse">Take thou of me smooth pillowes, sweetest bed;</div>
+<div class="verse">A chamber deafe of noyse, and blinde of light,</div>
+<div class="verse">A rosie garland, and a wearie head.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">And if these things (as being thine in right)</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Move not thy heavie grace, thou shalt in mee</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Livelier than els where <em>Stellas</em> Image see.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">As good to write, as for to lie and groane,</div>
+<div class="verse">O <em>Stella</em> deere, how much <em>thy</em> power hath wrought,</div>
+<div class="verse">That hast my minde now of the basest brought,</div>
+<div class="verse">My still kept course while others sleepe to moane;</div>
+<div class="verse">Alas if from the height of Vertues throane,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Upon a wretch which long <em>thy</em> grace hath sought,</div>
+<div class="verse">Way then how I by thee am overthrowne;</div>
+<div class="verse">And then thinke thus, although <em>thy</em> beautie be</div>
+<div class="verse">Made manifest, by such a victorie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet noblest Conquerers doe wreake avoide;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Since then <em>thou</em> hast so farre subdued me,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That in my hart I offer still to <em>thee</em>,</div>
+<div class="verse">O doe not let thy Temple be destroide.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Having this days, my horse, my hand, my Launce</div>
+<div class="verse">Guided so well, that I obtaind the prize,</div>
+<div class="verse">Both by the judgment of the English eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">And of some sent from that sweet enmie Fraunce,</div>
+<div class="verse">Horsmen my skill in horsmanship advaunce,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Towne folke my strength: a daintier Judge applies</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">His praise to flight, which from good use doth rise:</div>
+<div class="verse">Some luckie wits, impute it but to chaunce:</div>
+<div class="verse">Others, because from both sides I doe take</div>
+<div class="verse">My blood, from them that doe excell in this,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thinke Nature me a man at Armes did make.</div>
+<div class="verse">How farre they shoot awry; the true cause is,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em> lookt on, and from her heavenly face,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sent forth the beames, which made so faire a race.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O Eyes which doe the Spheres of beautie move,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose beames all joyes, whose joyes all vertues be:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,</div>
+<div class="verse">The Schooles where <em>Venus</em> hath learnd Chastitie;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O eyes, where humble lookes most glorious prove,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Onely loved tyrants just in crueltie.</div>
+<div class="verse">Doe not, doe not, from poore me, once remove,</div>
+<div class="verse">Keepe still my Zenith, ever shine on me;</div>
+<div class="verse">For though I never see them, but straight waies</div>
+<div class="verse">My life forgets to nourish languisht sprights:</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet still on me (ô eyes) dart downe your rayes;</div>
+<div class="verse">And if from Majestie of sacred Lights</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Oppressing mortall sence, my death proceede:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Wreckes tryumphs best, which Love hie set doth breed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Faire eyes, sweet lips, deere hart, that foolish I</div>
+<div class="verse">Could hope by <em>Cupids</em> helpe, on you to pray:</div>
+<div class="verse">Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply,</div>
+<div class="verse">As his maine force, chiefe sport, and easefull stay.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For when he will see who dare him gainsay,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Then with those eyes he lookes, loe by and by,</div>
+<div class="verse">Each soule doth at Loves feete his weapons lay,</div>
+<div class="verse">Glad if for <em>her</em> he give them leave to die.</div>
+<div class="verse">When he will play, then in <em>her</em> lips he is,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where blushing red, that Loves selfe them do love,</div>
+<div class="verse">With either lip he doth the other kisse</div>
+<div class="verse">But when he will for quiets sake remove</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">From all the world, <em>her</em> hart is then his roome:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Where well he knowes, no man to him can come.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">My words I know doe well set forth my minde,</div>
+<div class="verse">My minde bemones his sence of inward smart;</div>
+<div class="verse">Such smart may pittie claime of any hart;</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Her</em> hart, sweete hart, is of no Tygers kinde,</div>
+<div class="verse">And yet <em>she</em> heares, and I no pittie finde,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But more I cry, lesse grace <em>she</em> doth impart;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Alas, what cause is there so overthwart,</div>
+<div class="verse">That Noblenes it selfe makes thus unkinde?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">I much doe gesse, yet finde no truth save this,</div>
+<div class="verse">That when the breath of my complaint doe touch</div>
+<div class="verse">Those daintie doores unto the Court of Blisse,</div>
+<div class="verse">The heavenly nature of that place is such:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That once come there, the sobs of my annoyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Are metamorphos’d straight to tunes of joyes.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> oft sees the verie face of woes</div>
+<div class="verse">Painted in my beclowded stormie face:</div>
+<div class="verse">But cannot skill to pittie my disgrace;</div>
+<div class="verse">No though thereof the cause <em>her selfe shee</em> knowes.</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet hearing late a fable which did show,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of Lovers never knowne, (a grievous case)</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Pittie thereof got in her breast such place,</div>
+<div class="verse">As from <em>her</em> eyes, a Spring of teares did flow.</div>
+<div class="verse">Alas, if Fancie drawne by ymag’d things,</div>
+<div class="verse">Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breede</div>
+<div class="verse">Then Servants wreck, where new doubts honor brings,</div>
+<div class="verse">Than thinke my <em>Deere</em>, that in me you doe reede</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of Lovers ruine some thrise sad Tragædie:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I am not I, pittie the tale of me.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case,</div>
+<div class="verse">Blind hitting Boy, since <em>shee</em> that thee and me</div>
+<div class="verse">Rules with a becke, so tyranniseth thee,</div>
+<div class="verse">That thou must want or foode or dwelling place;</div>
+<div class="verse">For <em>Shee</em> protests to banish thee <em>her</em> face.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Her</em> face (ô Love) a roge thou then should’st bee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">If Love learne not alone to love and see,</div>
+<div class="verse">Without desire to feede on further grace.</div>
+<div class="verse">Alas poore wagge, that now a Scholler art</div>
+<div class="verse">To such a Schoole-mistris, whose lessons new</div>
+<div class="verse">Thou needes must misse, and so thou needes must smart;</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet <em>deere</em>, let me this pardon get of <em>you</em>,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So long though he from booke mich to desire.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Till without Fuell, <em>thou</em> can make hote fire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">What, have I thus betraide my libertie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Can those black beames, such burning marks engrave</div>
+<div class="verse">In my free side, or am I borne a slave,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie?</div>
+<div class="verse">Or want I sence to feele my miserie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or spirit, disdaine of such disdaine to have,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Who for long faith the daily helpe I crave,</div>
+<div class="verse">May get no almes, but scorne of beggerie.</div>
+<div class="verse">Vertue awake, beautie but beautie is;</div>
+<div class="verse">I may, I must, I can, I will, I doe</div>
+<div class="verse">Leave following that which it is gaine to misse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Let her goe: soft, but there she comes, goe to,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Unkind I love you, not, (O mee) that eye</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Doth make my hart give to my tongue a lye.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where vertue is made strong by beauties might,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where love is chastnes, paine doth learne delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">And humblenes growes on with majestie;</div>
+<div class="verse">What ever may ensue, O let me be</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Copartner of the ritches of that sight:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Let not mine eyes be driven from that light;</div>
+<div class="verse">ô looke, ô shine, ô let me die and see,</div>
+<div class="verse">For though I oft my selfe of them bemone,</div>
+<div class="verse">That through my hart their beamie darts be gone,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose curelesse wounds even nowe most freshly bleede;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Yet since my deaths wound is already got,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Deere killer, spare not <em>thy</em> sweete cruell shot,</div>
+<div class="verse">A kinde of grace it is to slaye with speede.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">I on my horse, and Love on me doth trie</div>
+<div class="verse">Our horsmanship, while by strange worke I prove,</div>
+<div class="verse">A horsman to my horse, a horse to Love;</div>
+<div class="verse">And now mans wrongs in me poore beast discry.</div>
+<div class="verse">The raines wherewith my ryder doth me tie</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Are reverent thoughts, which bit of reverence move,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">Curbde in with feare, but with gilt bosse above</div>
+<div class="verse">Of hope, which makes it seeme faire to the eye:</div>
+<div class="verse">The wande is will, thou fancie saddle art,</div>
+<div class="verse">Girt fast by memorie; and while I spurre</div>
+<div class="verse">My horse, he spurres with sharpe desires my hart,</div>
+<div class="verse">He sits me fast how ever I doe sturre,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And now hath made me to his hand so right,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That in the manage, my selfe do take delight.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, the fulnes of my thoughts of thee</div>
+<div class="verse">Cannot be stayed within my panting brest:</div>
+<div class="verse">But they do swell and struggle forth of me,</div>
+<div class="verse">Till that in words thy figure be exprest;</div>
+<div class="verse">And yet as soone as they so formed be,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">According to my Lord Loves owne behest,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With sad eyes I their weake proportion see</div>
+<div class="verse">To portract what within this world is best.</div>
+<div class="verse">So that I cannot chuse but write my minde,</div>
+<div class="verse">And cannot chuse but put out what I write,</div>
+<div class="verse">While those poore babes their death in birth doe find;</div>
+<div class="verse">And now my penne these lynes had dashed quite,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But that they stop his furie from the same:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Because their fore-front beares sweet <em>Stellas</em> name.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Pardon mine eares, both I and they doe pray,</div>
+<div class="verse">So may <em>your</em> tongue full flauntingly proceede,</div>
+<div class="verse">To them that doe such entertainments neede;</div>
+<div class="verse">So may <em>you</em> still have somewhat new to say.</div>
+<div class="verse">On sillie me, doe not <em>you</em> burthen lay</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of all the grave conceipts <em>your</em> braine doth breede,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But find some <em>Hercules</em>, to beard (in steede</div>
+<div class="verse">Of <em>Atlas</em> tyrde) <em>your</em> wisedomes heavenly sway.</div>
+<div class="verse">For me while you discourse of courtly tydes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of cunningst Fishers in most troubled streames,</div>
+<div class="verse">Of straying waves when valiant errour guides:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Meane while my hart confers with <em>Stellas</em> beames,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And is even woe that so sweet Comedie,</div>
+<div class="verse">By such unfuted speech, should hindered be.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">A Strife is growne betweene Vertue and Love,</div>
+<div class="verse">While each pretends, that <em>Stella</em> must be his;</div>
+<div class="verse">Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love doe this,</div>
+<div class="verse">Since they doe weare his badge, most firmely prove;</div>
+<div class="verse">But Vertue thus, that title doth disprove.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That <em>Stella</em>, (ô deere name) that <em>Stella</em> is,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That vertuous Soule, sure heyre of heavenly Blisse:</div>
+<div class="verse">Not this faire outside, which our hart doth move;</div>
+<div class="verse">And therefore, though <em>her</em> beauty and <em>her</em> grace,</div>
+<div class="verse">Be Loves indeede, in <em>Stellas</em> selfe he may</div>
+<div class="verse">By no pretence claime any manner place.</div>
+<div class="verse">Well Love, since this Demurre our sute doth staie.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Let Vertue have that <em>Stellas</em> selfe, yet thus,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That Vertue but that body graunt to us.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">In Martiall sportes I had my cunning tryde,</div>
+<div class="verse">And yet to breake more Staves I did mee adresse</div>
+<div class="verse">While that the peopl’s showtes: I must confesse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Youth, luck, and praise, even filld my vaines with pride;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">When <em>Cupid</em> having me his slave descride,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">In <em>Mars</em> his liverie, prauncing in the presse.</div>
+<div class="verse">What now sir foole said he (I would no lesse)</div>
+<div class="verse">Looke heere I say; I lookt, and <em>Stella</em> spide:</div>
+<div class="verse">Who hard by through a window sent forth light;</div>
+<div class="verse">My hart then quake, then daz’led were my eyes.</div>
+<div class="verse">One hand forgot to rule, th’ other to fight,</div>
+<div class="verse">No Trumpet sound I heard, nor freendly cries;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My foe came on, and beate the ayre for mee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Till that her blush, taught me my shame to see.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Because I breathe not love to every one,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor doe not use sette Colours for to weare:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Nor nourish speciall locks with vowed haire,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor give each speech a full point of a grone,</div>
+<div class="verse">The Courtly Nymphes acquainted with the mone</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of them, which in their lips Loves Standard beare:</div>
+<div class="verse">What he, (say they of me) now I dare sweare,</div>
+<div class="verse">He cannot love: no, no, let him alone.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And thinke so still, so <em>Stella</em> know my minde.</div>
+<div class="verse">Professe in deede, I do not <em>Cupid’s</em> art.</div>
+<div class="verse">But you faire Maides, at length this true shall find,</div>
+<div class="verse">That his right badge, is but worne in the hart.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Dumbe Swans, not chattering Pyes doe Lovers prove,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">They love in deed, who quake to say they love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Fie schoole of Patience, fie, your Lesson is</div>
+<div class="verse">Far far too long, to learne it without booke:</div>
+<div class="verse">What, a whole weeke, without one peece of looke?</div>
+<div class="verse">And thinke I should not your large precepts misse,</div>
+<div class="verse">When I might reade those Letters faire of blisse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which in <em>her</em> face teach vertue, I could brooke,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Somewhat thy leaden counsels which I tooke:</div>
+<div class="verse">As of a freend that meant not much amisse:</div>
+<div class="verse">But now alas, that I doe want <em>her</em> sight,</div>
+<div class="verse">What doost thou thinke that I can ever take,</div>
+<div class="verse">In thy colde stuffe, a phlegmatick delight?</div>
+<div class="verse">No Patience, if thou wilt my good, then make</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Her come, and heare with patience my desires</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And then with patience bid me beare my fire.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Muses, I oft invoked your whole ayde,</div>
+<div class="verse">With choisest flowres, my speech t’engarland so,</div>
+<div class="verse">That it disguisde, in true (but naked) show,</div>
+<div class="verse">Might winne some grace in your sweet skill arraide;</div>
+<div class="verse">And oft whole troupes of saddest words I stayde,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Striving abroade, a forraging to goe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Untill by your inspiring I might know,</div>
+<div class="verse">How their blacke banners might be best displaid.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">But now I meane no more your helpe to trye.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Nor other sugering of speech to prove,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But on <em>her</em> name uncessantly to cry.</div>
+<div class="verse">For let me but name <em>her</em> whom I doe love,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So sweete sounde straight my eares and hart doe hit,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That I well finde no eloquence like it.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Woe having made with many sighs his owne</div>
+<div class="verse">Each sense of mine; each gift, each power of minde</div>
+<div class="verse">Growne now his slaves, he forst them out to finde</div>
+<div class="verse">The throwest words, fit for woes selfe to grone</div>
+<div class="verse">Hoping that when they might finde <em>Stella</em> alone,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Before <em>she</em> could prepare to be unkind,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Her</em> soule (armed with such a daintie rinde,)</div>
+<div class="verse">Should soone be hurt with sharpnes of the mone.</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>She</em> heard my plaints, and did not onely heare.</div>
+<div class="verse">But them, so sweet is <em>she</em>, most sweetly sing,</div>
+<div class="verse">With that faire brest, making Woes darknes cleere,</div>
+<div class="verse">A prittie case I hoped her to bring,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To feele my griefe, and she with face and voice,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So sweetes my paines, that my paines me rejoyce.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Doubt there hath beene, when with his golden chaine</div>
+<div class="verse">The Orator so farre mens harts doth bind:</div>
+<div class="verse">That no pace els their guided steps can find;</div>
+<div class="verse">But as in them more shorte or slacke doth raine.</div>
+<div class="verse">Whether with words this sou’raigntte be gaine,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Clothde with fine tropes with strongest reason lin’d,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or els pronouncing grace, wherewith his minde</div>
+<div class="verse">Prints his owne lively forme, in rudest braine.</div>
+<div class="verse">Now judge by this, in pearcing phrases late</div>
+<div class="verse">Th’ Anatomie of all my woes I wrate,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stellas</em> sweete breath the same to me did reede.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Oh voyce, oh face mauger my speeches might,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With wooed woe, most ravishing delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">Even in sad mee a joy to me did breede.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Deere, why make you more of a dogge than me?</div>
+<div class="verse">If he doe love, alas I burne in love;</div>
+<div class="verse">If he waite well, I never thence would move;</div>
+<div class="verse">If he be faire, yet but a dogge can be;</div>
+<div class="verse">Little he is, so little worth is he:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">He barkes, my songs thyne owne voyce oft doth prove;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Bidden, (perhaps) he fetcheth <em>thee</em> a glove?</div>
+<div class="verse">But I unbid, fetch even my soule to <em>thee</em></div>
+<div class="verse">Yet while I languish, him that bosome clips,</div>
+<div class="verse">That lap doth lap, nay lets in spight of spight</div>
+<div class="verse">This sour-breath’d mate tast of those sugred lips;</div>
+<div class="verse">Alas, if <em>you</em> graunt onely such delight</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To witles things, then Love I hope, (since wit</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Becomes a clogge) will soone ease me of it.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">When my good Angell guides me to the place</div>
+<div class="verse">where al my good I do in <em>Stella</em> see,</div>
+<div class="verse">That Heaven of joyes throwes only downe on me</div>
+<div class="verse">Thundred disdaines, and Lightning of disgrace;</div>
+<div class="verse">But when the ruggedst step of fortunes race</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Makes me fall from <em>her</em> sight, then sweetly <em>she</em></div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With words, whereing the <em>Muses</em> Treasures be,</div>
+<div class="verse">Shewes love and pittie to my absent case.</div>
+<div class="verse">Now I (witt-beaten long, by hardest fate)</div>
+<div class="verse">So dull am, that I cannot looke into</div>
+<div class="verse">The ground of this fierce love, and loving hate?</div>
+<div class="verse">Then some good body tell me how to do,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Whose presence absence, absence presence is:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Blest in my curse, and curssed in my blisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Oft with true sighes, oft with uncalled teares,</div>
+<div class="verse">Now with slow words, now with dumbe eloquence,</div>
+<div class="verse">I <em>Stellas</em> eyes assailde, invade <em>her</em> eares,</div>
+<div class="verse">But this at last is <em>her</em> sweete breath’d defence,</div>
+<div class="verse">That who indeede a sound affection beares,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So captives to his Saint both soule and sence,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">That wholie <em>Hers</em>, all selfnes he forbeares.</div>
+<div class="verse">Thence his desire he learnes, his lives course thence,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Now since this chast love, hates this love in mee;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With chastned minde I needes must shew, that shee</div>
+<div class="verse">Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O Doctor <em>Cupid</em>, thou for me reply:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Driven els to graunt by Angell Sophistry,</div>
+<div class="verse">That I love not, without I leave to love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Late tyr’d with woe, even ready for to pine</div>
+<div class="verse">With rage of love, I call my Love unkinde.</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Shee</em> in whose eyes, love though unfelt doth shine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweetely saide, I true love in her should finde.</div>
+<div class="verse">I joyed, but straight thus watred was my wine:</div>
+<div class="verse">That love she did, but with a love not blinde.</div>
+<div class="verse">Which would not let me, whome she lov’d decline.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">From Nobler course, fit for my birth and minde.</div>
+<div class="verse">And therefore her loves Authoritie;</div>
+<div class="verse">Wild me those Tempests of vaine love to flee:</div>
+<div class="verse">And Anchor fast my selfe on vertues shore.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Alas if this the onely mettall be,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of love newe coyn’d to help my beggery:</div>
+<div class="verse">Deere, love me not, that you may love me more.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Oh Grammer rules, oh now your vertues showe,</div>
+<div class="verse">So Children still read you with awfull eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">As my young Dove may in your precepts wise,</div>
+<div class="verse">Her graunt to me by her owne vertue knowe.</div>
+<div class="verse">For late with hart most hie, with eyes most lowe;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I crav’d the thing which ever she denies.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Shee lightning Love, displaying <em>Venus</em> skyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Least one should not be heard twise, said no no.</div>
+<div class="verse">Sing then my Muse, now I do Pæan sing.</div>
+<div class="verse">Heavens Envy not at my high triumphing:</div>
+<div class="verse">But Grammers force with sweete successe confirme,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For Grammer sayes (ah this deere <em>Stella</em> way)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">For Grammer sayes (to Grammer who sayes nay)</div>
+<div class="verse">That in one speech, two negatives affirme.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">No more my deere, no more these Counsels try,</div>
+<div class="verse">O give my passions leave to runne their race:</div>
+<div class="verse">Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace.</div>
+<div class="verse">Let Folke orecharg’d with braine against me cry,</div>
+<div class="verse">Let Cloudes be dimme, my face breake in my eye,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Let me no steps but of lost labour try,</div>
+<div class="verse">Let all the earth in scorne recount my race;</div>
+<div class="verse">But doe not will me from my love to fly.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I do not envie <em>Aristotles</em> wit,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor do aspire to <em>Cæsars</em> bleeding fame:</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor ought to care though some above me sit;</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor hope nor with another course to frame:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But that which once may winne thy cruell hart,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou art my wit; and thou my vertue art.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Love, by sure proofe I may call thee unkinde,</div>
+<div class="verse">That gives no better cares to my just cryes:</div>
+<div class="verse">Thou whom to me, such my good turnes shouldst binde,</div>
+<div class="verse">As I may well recount, but none can prise.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For when nak’d boy, hou couldst no harbour finde</div>
+<div class="verse">In this olde world, (growne now so to be wise)</div>
+<div class="verse">I lodg’de thee in my heart: and being blinde</div>
+<div class="verse">By nature borne, I gave to thee my eyes.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Mine eyes, my light, my life, my hart alas,</div>
+<div class="verse">If so great services may scorned be:</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet let this thought thy Tygrish courage passe,</div>
+<div class="verse">That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Since in thine armes, if learn’d fame truth hath spred,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou bearst the Arrowe, I the Arrowhed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">And doe I see some cause a hope to feede</div>
+<div class="verse">Or doth the tedious burthen of long woe</div>
+<div class="verse">In weakned mindes, quick apprehension breede</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Of every Image which may comfort showe.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I cannot brag of word, much lesse of deede,</div>
+<div class="verse">Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slowe.</div>
+<div class="verse">My wealth no more, and no whit lesse my neede,</div>
+<div class="verse">Desier, still on stilts of feare doth goe.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And yet amids all feares, a hope there is</div>
+<div class="verse">Stolne to my hart: since last faire night (nay day)</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stellas</em> eyes sent to me the beames of blisse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Looking on mee, while I looke other way:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But when mine eyes backe to their heaven did move:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">They fled with blush, which guiltie seem’d of love:</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Hope art thou true or doost thou flatter me?</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth <em>Stella</em> now beginne, with pitteous eye</div>
+<div class="verse">The raigne of this her conquest to espie?</div>
+<div class="verse">Will shee take time before all wracked be?</div>
+<div class="verse">Her eye speech is translated thus by thee.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But failste thou not in phrase so heavenly hye?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Looke on againe, the faire text better prie;</div>
+<div class="verse">What blushing notes dost thou in Margent see?</div>
+<div class="verse">What sighes stolne out, or kild before full borne</div>
+<div class="verse">Hast thou found such and such like arguments?</div>
+<div class="verse">Or art thou els to comfort me forsworne?</div>
+<div class="verse">Well how so thou interpret the contents,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I am resolv’d thy error to maintaine:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Rather than by more trueth to get more paine.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, the only Plannet of my light</div>
+<div class="verse">Light of my life, and life of my desire,</div>
+<div class="verse">Cheife good, whereto my hope doth onely spire,</div>
+<div class="verse">World of my wealth and heaven of my delight.</div>
+<div class="verse">Why doost thou spend the Treasure of thy sprite</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With voice more fit to wed <em>Amphyons</em> Lyre?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Seeking to quench in me the noble fyre,</div>
+<div class="verse">Fed by thy worth and kindled by thy sight.</div>
+<div class="verse">And all in vaine, for while thy breath most sweete</div>
+<div class="verse">With choisest words, thy words with reasons rare:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Thy reasons firmely set, are vertues feete,</div>
+<div class="verse">Labor to kill in me this killing care</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Oh thinke I then, what Paradise of joy</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">It is, so faire a vertue to enjoye.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Oh joy, too high for my Love still to showe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Oh blisse, fit for a nobler seat than mee</div>
+<div class="verse">Envie put out thine eyes, least thou doe see</div>
+<div class="verse">What <em>Oceans</em> of delight in me doth flowe.</div>
+<div class="verse">My friend that oft saw’st through all maskes, my woe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Come, come, and let me poure myself on thee:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Gone is the winter of my miserie.</div>
+<div class="verse">My spring appeares, ô see what heere doth growe,</div>
+<div class="verse">For <em>Stella</em> hath with wordes (where faith doth shine)</div>
+<div class="verse">Of her high hart given me the Monarchie</div>
+<div class="verse">I, I, ô I may say that she is mine.</div>
+<div class="verse">And though she give but thus condicionally,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">This Realme of blisse, while vertues course I take,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">No Kings be Crownd, but they some covenant make.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yf still I force her in sad rymes to creepe:</div>
+<div class="verse">She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes t’enjoy</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Nectar</em> of mirth, since I <em>loves</em> Cup do keepe.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sonnets be not bound Prentice to annoy,</div>
+<div class="verse">Trebbles sing high, so well as bases deepe:</div>
+<div class="verse">Griefe but Loves winter liverie is, the boy</div>
+<div class="verse">Hath cheekes to smile, so well as eyes weepe.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Come then my Muse, shew the height of delight</div>
+<div class="verse">In well raisde noates my pen the best it may</div>
+<div class="verse">Shall paint out joy, though but in blacke and white.</div>
+<div class="verse">Cease eager Muse, peace pen for my sake stay.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I give you heere my hand for truth of this:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Wise silence is best Musique unto blisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Who will in fayrest booke of nature know,</div>
+<div class="verse">How Vertue may best lodgde in Beautie bee,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Let him but learne of love to read in thee</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> those faire lines which true goodnes showe.</div>
+<div class="verse">There shall he finde all vices overthrowe:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Not by rude force, but sweetest soveraigntie</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of reason, from whose light, the night birdes flie,</div>
+<div class="verse">That inward Sunne in thine eyes shineth so.</div>
+<div class="verse">And not content to be perfections heir,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thy selfe doth strive all mindes that way to move:</div>
+<div class="verse">Who marke in thee what is in deede most faire,</div>
+<div class="verse">So while thy beautie drives my hart to love,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">As fast thy vertue bends that love to good:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But ah, Desire still cryes, give me some food.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Desire, though thou mine olde companion art,</div>
+<div class="verse">And oft so clinges to my pure Love, that I</div>
+<div class="verse">One from the other scarcely can discry:</div>
+<div class="verse">While each doth blowe the fier of my hart:</div>
+<div class="verse">Now from thy fellowship I needs must part.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Venus</em> is taught with <em>Dians</em> wings to flye,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I must no more in thy sweete passions lie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Vertues golde now, must head my <em>Cupids</em> dart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Service and honour wonder with delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">Feare to offend, well worthie to appeare:</div>
+<div class="verse">Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my spright,</div>
+<div class="verse">These things are left me by my onely deare.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But thou Desire, because thou wouldst have all:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Now banisht art, yet alas how shall?</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Love still a Boy, and oft a wanton is,</div>
+<div class="verse">Schoolde only by his Mothers tender eye:</div>
+<div class="verse">What wonder then if he his lesson misse,</div>
+<div class="verse">When for so soft a rod deare play he trye.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And yet my starre, because a sugred kisse,</div>
+<div class="verse">In sport I sucke, while she a sleepe did lye:</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth lowre, naye chide, nay threat for onely this:</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweet it was saucy love, not humble I.</div>
+<div class="verse">But no scuse serves, she makes her wrath appeare,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">In Beauties throne, see now who dares come neere</div>
+<div class="verse">Those scarlet Judges, threatning blooddie paine.</div>
+<div class="verse">O heavenly Foole, thy most kisse worthy face</div>
+<div class="verse">Anger invests with such a lovely grace,</div>
+<div class="verse">That Angers selfe I needes must kisse againe.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">I Never dranke of <em>Aganippe</em> well,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor never did in shade of <em>Tempe</em> sit:</div>
+<div class="verse">And Muses scorne with vulgar braines to dwell,</div>
+<div class="verse">Poore Lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Some doe I heare of Poets fury tell,</div>
+<div class="verse">But God wot, wot not what they meane by it:</div>
+<div class="verse">And this I sweare by blackest brooke of hell,</div>
+<div class="verse">I am no Pickepurse of an others wit.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">How fals it than, that with so smooth an ease</div>
+<div class="verse">My thoughts I speake? And what I speake doth flowe</div>
+<div class="verse">In verse; and that my verse best wittes doth please,</div>
+<div class="verse">Gesse we the cause. What is it this? fie no,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or so? much lesse. How then? sure thus it is,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My Lips are sure inspir’d with <em>Stellas</em> kisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Of all the Kings that ever heere did raigne,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Edward</em> namde fourth, as first in praise I name:</div>
+<div class="verse">Not for his faire outside, nor well linde braine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Although lesse guift, imp feathers oft no fame.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Nor that he could young wise, wise valliant frame</div>
+<div class="verse">His Syres revenge, joynde with a kingdomes gaine:</div>
+<div class="verse">And gaind by <em>Mars</em>, could yet mad <em>Mars</em> so tame,</div>
+<div class="verse">That ballance waide what sword did late obtaine.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Nor that he made the Flower de lys so fraide,</div>
+<div class="verse">Though strongly hedgd of bloody Lyons pawes:</div>
+<div class="verse">That wittie <em>Lewes</em> to him a tribuite paide;</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor this nor that, nor any such small cause,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But onely, for this worthy King durst prove,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To loose his Crowne, rather then fayle his Love.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Shee</em> comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move</div>
+<div class="verse">Their raies to me: who in her tedious absence lay</div>
+<div class="verse">Benighted in cold woe; but now appeares my shining day,</div>
+<div class="verse">The only light of joy, the only warmth of Love,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Shee</em> comes with light and warmth, which like <em>Aurora</em> prove;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of gentle force, so that my eyes dare gladly play</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With such a rosy Morne: whose beames most freshly gay</div>
+<div class="verse">Scorch not; but onely doe darke chilling spirits remove.</div>
+<div class="verse">But loe, while I do speake it groweth noone with mee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Her flamy glittering lights increase with time and place:</div>
+<div class="verse">My heart cryes ah it burnes, mine eyes now dazled be:</div>
+<div class="verse">No winde, no shade can coole: what helpe then in my case?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But with short breath, long lookes, staide feete, and walking hed,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Pray that my Sunne goe downe with me her beames to bed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">That face whose lecture shewes what perfect Beautie is:</div>
+<div class="verse">That presence which doth give darke hearts a living light,</div>
+<div class="verse">That grace, which <em>Venus</em> weepes that shee her selfe doth misse.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That hand, which without touch, holdes more than <em>Atlas</em> might,</div>
+<div class="verse">Those lips, which makes deathes pay a meane prise for a kisse:</div>
+<div class="verse">That skin, whose past-praise hue scornes this poore tearme of whit,</div>
+<div class="verse">Those words which doe sublime the quintessence of blisse.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That voice which makes the soule plant himselfe in the eares,</div>
+<div class="verse">That conversation sweet, where such high comforts be:</div>
+<div class="verse">As constru’d in true speech; the name of heaven it beares:</div>
+<div class="verse">Makes me in my best thoughts and quiet judgements see,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That in no more but these I might be fully blest:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Yet ah, my maiden Muse doth blush to tell the best.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Oh how the pleasant ayres of true love bee</div>
+<div class="verse">Inflicted by those vapours, which arise</div>
+<div class="verse">From out that noysome gulfe: which gaping lies</div>
+<div class="verse">Betweene the jawes of hellish Jelousey.</div>
+<div class="verse">A Monster, others harmes, selfe misery.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Beauties plague, Vertues scurge, succour of lyes:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">Who his owne joy to his owne heart applyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And onely cherish doth with injuries:</div>
+<div class="verse">Who since he hath by natures speciall grace,</div>
+<div class="verse">So pearsing pawes as spoyle when they embrace,</div>
+<div class="verse">So nimble feete as stirre though still on thornes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So manie eyes aye seeking their owne woe.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">So ample eares, that never good newes knowe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Is it not ill that such a divell wants hornes?</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Sweete kisse, thy sweetes I faine would sweetely indite,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which even of sweetnes, sweetest sweeter art;</div>
+<div class="verse">Pleasing’st consort, where each sense holds a part,</div>
+<div class="verse">With coopling Doves guides <em>Venus</em> chariot right,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Best charge and brav’st retraite in <em>Cupids</em> sight.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">A double key which openeth to the hart,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Most ritch when most his ritches it imparte.</div>
+<div class="verse">Nest of yong joyes, Scholemaster of delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">Teaching the meanes at once to take and give,</div>
+<div class="verse">The friendly fray where blowes do wound and heale,</div>
+<div class="verse">The prettie death while each in other live,</div>
+<div class="verse">Poore hopes first wealth a stage of promised weale.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Breakefast of love, but loe, loe where shee is</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Cease we to praise, now praie wee for a kisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Sweet swelling lip well maiest thou swell in pride</div>
+<div class="verse">Since best wittes thinke it witt thee to admire,</div>
+<div class="verse">Natures praise, vertues stall, <em>Cupids</em> colde fire,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whence words, not words but heavenly graces slide,</div>
+<div class="verse">The newe <em>Pernassus</em> where the <em>Muses</em> byde:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sweeteness of Musicke, Wisomes beautifier,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Breather of life, and fastner of desire,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where Beauties blush in Honors graine is dyde.</div>
+<div class="verse">Thus much my hart compeld my mouth to say:</div>
+<div class="verse">But now, spite of my heart my tongue will stay,</div>
+<div class="verse">Loathing al lyes, doubting this flatterieis,</div>
+<div class="verse">And no spurre can this restie race renewe;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">Without how farre this praise is short of you,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sweete lipp you teach my mouth with one sweete kisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O Kisse which doth those ruddie gemmes impart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or Gemmes or fruits of new found Parradise,</div>
+<div class="verse">Breathing all blisse and sweetnes to the hart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise.</div>
+<div class="verse">O kisse which soules even soules together ties</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">By links of Love, and onely natures Art,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">How faine would I paint thee to all mens eies,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part?</div>
+<div class="verse">But shee forbids, with blushing words shee saies,</div>
+<div class="verse">Shee builds her fame on higher seated praise:</div>
+<div class="verse">But my heart burnes, I cannot silent be,</div>
+<div class="verse">Then since deare life, you faine would have me peace.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And I (mad with delight) want wit to cease,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Stop you my mouth with still still kissing me.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,</div>
+<div class="verse">Beauties which do in excellencie passe,</div>
+<div class="verse">His who till death lockt in a watry glasse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or hirs whom nak’d the Trojan boy did see.</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweete garden Nymph that keepes the Cherrie tree,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Whose fruit doth far the Hesperian tast surpasse,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Most sweete faire, most faire sweete, do not alasse</div>
+<div class="verse">From comming neere these Cherries banish mee,</div>
+<div class="verse">For though full of desire, emptie of wit,</div>
+<div class="verse">Admitted late by your best graced grace,</div>
+<div class="verse">I caught at one of them an hungry bit,</div>
+<div class="verse">Pardon that fault, once more graunt me the place,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And so I sweare even by the same delite,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I will but kisse, I never more will bite.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Good brother <em>Philip</em> I have forborne you long,</div>
+<div class="verse">I was content you should in favour creepe,</div>
+<div class="verse">While craftely you seemed your Cut to keepe,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong:</div>
+<div class="verse">I beare with envy, yet I heare your song,</div>
+<div class="verse">When in hir necke you did love ditties peepe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nay, (more foole I) oft suffred you to sleepe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">In lillies nest where Loves selfe lies a long,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">What? doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?</div>
+<div class="verse">Is saucines reward of curtesie?</div>
+<div class="verse">Cannot such grace your silly selfe content,</div>
+<div class="verse">But you must needes with those lips billing be?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And through those lips drinke Nectar from that tung,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Leave that <em>Syr Phipp</em> lest off your necke be wrung.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">High way since you my chiefe <em>Pernassus</em> be,</div>
+<div class="verse">And that my Muse to some eares not unmeete,</div>
+<div class="verse">Tempers her words to trampling horses feete,</div>
+<div class="verse">More often than to a Chamber melodie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Now blessed you beare onwards blessed me,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To her where I my heart safeliest shall meete,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My Muse and I must you of duetie greete,</div>
+<div class="verse">With thanks and wishes wishing thankfully;</div>
+<div class="verse">Be you still carefull kept by publike heede,</div>
+<div class="verse">By no encrochment wrongd, nor time forgot,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor blam’d for bloud, nor sham’d for sinfull deede,</div>
+<div class="verse">And that you know I envie you no lot,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Hundreds of yeares you <em>Stellas</em> feete may kisse.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">I see the house my harte thy selfe containe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Beware full Sailes drown not thy tottering Barge,</div>
+<div class="verse">Least joy by nature apt, (spirites to enlarge)</div>
+<div class="verse">Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor doe like Lords whose weake confused braine,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">While every office themselves will discharge,</div>
+<div class="verse">With doing all leave nothing done but paine,</div>
+<div class="verse">But give apt servants their due place; let eye</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">See beauties totall summe summ’d in their face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Let eares heare speach which will to wonder tye,</div>
+<div class="verse">Let breath suck up those sweetes, let armes imbrace</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">The Globe of weale, lipps Lov’s Indentures make.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou but of all the kingly tribute take.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Alas whence comes this change of lookes? If I</div>
+<div class="verse">have chang’d desert, let mine owne conscience be</div>
+<div class="verse">A still felt plague to selfe condemning mee:</div>
+<div class="verse">Let woe grype on my heart, shame load mine eye:</div>
+<div class="verse">But if all faith like spotles <em>Ermine</em> lye</div>
+<div class="verse">Safe in my soule (which onely doth to thee</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">As his sole object of felicitie</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With wings of Love in aire of wonder flie.)</div>
+<div class="verse">O case your hand, treat not so hard your slave,</div>
+<div class="verse">In Justice, paines come not till faults do call:</div>
+<div class="verse">Or if I needs (sweet Judge) must torments have,</div>
+<div class="verse">Use something else to chasten mee withall,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Than those blest eyes where all my hopes do dwell,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">No doome shall make ones Heaven become his Hell.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">When I was forst from <em>Stella</em> ever deare,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, foode of my thoughts, hart of my hart:</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whose eyes make all my temples cleare,</div>
+<div class="verse">By Yron lawes, of duetie to depart,</div>
+<div class="verse">Alas I found that shee with mee did smart:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I sawe that teares did in her eyes appeare:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I sawe that sighes her sweetest lips did part:</div>
+<div class="verse">And her sad words my sadded sense did heare.</div>
+<div class="verse">For mee, I weepe to see Pearles scattered so:</div>
+<div class="verse">I sighd her sighes, and wailed for her woe:</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet swamme in joy such love in her was seene.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thus while the effect most bitter was to mee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And nothing than that cause more sweet could be,</div>
+<div class="verse">I had beene vext, if vext I had not beene.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Out Traytour absence dar’st thou counsell mee</div>
+<div class="verse">From my deare Captainnesse to runne away,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Because in brave arraye here marcheth shee</div>
+<div class="verse">That to winne mee oft showes a present paye.</div>
+<div class="verse">Is Faith so weake, or is such force in thee?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">When Sunne is hid, can Starres such beames displaie?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Cannot Heavens foode once felt keepe stomacks free</div>
+<div class="verse">From base desire on earthly cares to praie?</div>
+<div class="verse">Tush absence, while thy mistes eclypse that light,</div>
+<div class="verse">My Orphan sense flyes to the inward sight:</div>
+<div class="verse">Where memorie settes foorth the beames of Love,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That where before heart lov’d and eyes did see,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">In heart my sight and Love now coupled be,</div>
+<div class="verse">United powres make eche the stronger prove.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Now that of absence the most yrksome night,</div>
+<div class="verse">With darkest shade doth overcome the daie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Since <em>Stella’s</em> eyes wont to give mee my daie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Leaving my <em>Hemisphere</em> leaves mee in night,</div>
+<div class="verse">Each day seemes long, and longs for long staied night:</div>
+<div class="verse">The night as tedious, wooes th’approch of day:</div>
+<div class="verse">Tyr’d with the dustie toyles of busie day,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Languisht with horrors of the silent night,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Suffering the evils both of daie and night,</div>
+<div class="verse">While no night is more darke than is my day,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor no day hath lesse quiet then my night:</div>
+<div class="verse">With such bad mixture of my night and daie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That living thus in blackest Winter night,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I feele the flames of hottest Sommers daie.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who seeke, who hope, who love, who like, but thee:</div>
+<div class="verse">Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my historie,</div>
+<div class="verse">If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">A nest for my yong praise in Lawrell tree,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">In trueth I sweare, I wish not there should be</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">graved in my Epitaph a Poets name.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Nor if I would could I just title make</div>
+<div class="verse">That anie laud thereof to me should growe</div>
+<div class="verse">Without my Plumes from others wings I take;</div>
+<div class="verse">For nothing from my wit or will doth flowe:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Since all my words thy beautie doth indite,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, while now by honours cruell might,</div>
+<div class="verse">I am from you (light of my light) misled,</div>
+<div class="verse">And that faire you, my Sunne thus overspred</div>
+<div class="verse">With absence vale I live in sorrowes night.</div>
+<div class="verse">If this darke place yet shewe by candle light</div>
+<div class="verse">Some Beauties peece, as amber collourd hed,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Milke hands, rose cheekes, or lips more sweet more red,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or seeming jett black, but in blacknes bright</div>
+<div class="verse">They please I doe confesse, they please mine eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">But whie? because of you they moddels be;</div>
+<div class="verse">Moddels such be wood globes of glistering skyes.</div>
+<div class="verse">Deare therefore be not jealous over me,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">If you heare that they seeme my heart to move,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Not them, no no, but you in them I love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Be your words made (good sir) of <em>Indean</em> ware,</div>
+<div class="verse">That you allowe them mee by so small rate,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or do you cutted <em>Spartanes</em> imitate,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or do you meane my tender eares to spare?</div>
+<div class="verse">That to my questions you so totall are?</div>
+<div class="verse">When I demaund of Phœnix <em>Stellas</em> state,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">You say (forsooth) you left her well of late</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O God, thinke you that satisfies my care?</div>
+<div class="verse">I would know whether shee did sit or walke.</div>
+<div class="verse">How cloathd: how waited on: sighd shee or smilde:</div>
+<div class="verse">Whereof: with whome: how often did shee talke:</div>
+<div class="verse">With what pastimes, times jorneys shee beguild?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">If her lips daine to sweeten my poore name?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Saie all: and all well said: still say the same.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O Fate, ô fault, O curst child of my blisse,</div>
+<div class="verse">What sobs can give words grace my griefe to show?</div>
+<div class="verse">What inke is black enough to paint my woe?</div>
+<div class="verse">Through mee, wretch mee, even <em>Stella</em> vexed is:</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet Trueth, if Caitives brath might call thee this,</div>
+<div class="verse">Witnes with mee, that my fowle stumbling so,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">From carelesnes did in no manner growe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But wit confusd with too much care did misse.</div>
+<div class="verse">And do I then my selfe this vaine scuse give:</div>
+<div class="verse">I do sweete Love, and know this harmed thee.</div>
+<div class="verse">The world quit mee, shall I my self forgive?</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely with paines my paines thus eased be:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That all thy hurtes in my hearts wracke I reed</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I crye thy sighs (my deare) thy teares I bleed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Greefe find the words, for thou hast made my braine</div>
+<div class="verse">So darke with mistie vapours which arise</div>
+<div class="verse">From out thy heavie mould, that inbent eyes</div>
+<div class="verse">Can scarce discerne the shape of mine owne paine:</div>
+<div class="verse">Do thou then (for thou canst) do thou complaine</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For my poore soule which now that sicknes tries,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Which even to sense, sense of it selfe denies.</div>
+<div class="verse">Though harbengers of death lodge there his traine,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or if the love of plaint yet mind forbeares,</div>
+<div class="verse">As of a Caitife worthie so to dye;</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet waye thy selfe and wayle in causefull teares:</div>
+<div class="verse">That though in wretchednes thy life doth lie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Yet growest more wretched than thy nature beares:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">By being plast in such a wretch as I.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Yet sighes, deare sighes, in deede true friends you are,</div>
+<div class="verse">That do not leave your least friend at the wurst:</div>
+<div class="verse">But as you with my brest I oft have nurst:</div>
+<div class="verse">So gratefull now you wait upon my care.</div>
+<div class="verse">Faint coward Joy, no longer tarrie dare,</div>
+<div class="verse">Seeing hope yeeld when this woe strake him first,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Delight exclaims he is for my fault curst,</div>
+<div class="verse">Although my mate in Armes himselfe he sware,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Nay Sorrow comes with such mayne rage as hee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Kills his owne children, Teares, finding that they</div>
+<div class="verse">By Love were made apt to comfort with mee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely true sighes, you do not go away:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thank may you have for such thankfull part:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thank worthiest yet, when you shall breake my heart.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Though with good cause thou lik’st so well the night.</div>
+<div class="verse">Since kind or chaunce gives both one libertie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Both sadly blacke, both blackly darkned be:</div>
+<div class="verse">Night bard from Sunne, thou from thine own Sunnes light</div>
+<div class="verse">Silence in both displaies his sullen might:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Slowe Heavens in both do hold the one degree,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Thy teares expresse nights native moysture right,</div>
+<div class="verse">In both a wofull solitarines:</div>
+<div class="verse">In night of Spirites the gastly power sturr,</div>
+<div class="verse">And in our sprites are Spirits gastlines:</div>
+<div class="verse">But but (alas) nights sights the ods hath fure,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For that at length invites us to some rest,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou though still tyr’d, yet still dost it detest.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Dian</em> that faine would cheare her friend the Night,</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth shewe her oft at full her fairest face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Bringing with her those starrie Nymphs, whose chace</div>
+<div class="verse">From heavenly standing hurts eche mortall wight.</div>
+<div class="verse">But ah poore Night in love with <em>Phœbus</em> light,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And endlesly dispairing of his grace,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Herselfe to shewe no other joy hath place,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sylent and sad in moorning weeds doth dight:</div>
+<div class="verse">Even so (alas) and Ladie <em>Dians</em> peere,</div>
+<div class="verse">With choise delight and rarest company,</div>
+<div class="verse">Would faine drive clouds from out my heavie cheere:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">But woe is me, though joy her selfe were shee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Shee could not shewe my blind braine waies of joy</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">While I dispaire my Sunnes light to enjoy.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Ah bed the feeld where joyes peace some do see:</div>
+<div class="verse">The feeld where al my thoughts to war be traind,</div>
+<div class="verse">How is thy grace by my strange fortune staind?</div>
+<div class="verse">How thy low shrowdes by my sighs stormed be?</div>
+<div class="verse">With sweet soft shades thou oft invitest mee</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To steale some rest, but wretch I am constrained.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Spurd with Loves spurr, this held and shortly rained</div>
+<div class="verse">With Cares hard hand, to runne and tosse in thee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">While the black horrors of the silent night,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Paint Woes black face so lively in my sight,</div>
+<div class="verse">That tedious leasure markes eache wrinckled line:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But when <em>Aurora</em> leades out <em>Phœbus</em> daunce</div>
+<div class="verse">Mine eyes then only winke for spite perchaunce,</div>
+<div class="verse">That wormes shou’d have their Sunne and I want mine.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">When farre spent night perswades each mortall eie</div>
+<div class="verse">To whome nor Art nor Nature granted light:</div>
+<div class="verse">To lay his then marke wanting shaftes of sight;</div>
+<div class="verse">Clos’d whith their quivers in Sleeps armorie;</div>
+<div class="verse">With windowes ope then most my heart doth lye</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Viewing the shape of darknes and delight,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And takes that sad hue, with which inward might</div>
+<div class="verse">Of his mazde powres he keeps just harmony:</div>
+<div class="verse">But when birds chirpe aire, and sweet aire which is</div>
+<div class="verse">Mornes messenger with rose enameld skyes</div>
+<div class="verse">Calls each wight to salute the heaven of blisse;</div>
+<div class="verse">Intombd of lids then buried are mine eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Forst by their Lord who is ashamd to find</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Such light in sence with such a darkned mind.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Oh teares, no teares, but shoures from beauties skyes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Making those Lilies and those Roses growe,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Which aie most faire now fairer needs must show,</div>
+<div class="verse">While grateful pitty Beauty beautifies,</div>
+<div class="verse">Oh minded sighs that from that brest doe rise,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Whose pants doe make unspilling Creame to flow,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Winged with woes breath so doth <em>Zephire</em> blow</div>
+<div class="verse">As might refresh the hel where my soule fries,</div>
+<div class="verse">Oh plaints conserv’d in such a surgred phrase,</div>
+<div class="verse">That eloquence envies, and yet doth prayse,</div>
+<div class="verse">While sightd out words a perfect musicke gives</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Such teares, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is, but joy:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Or if such heavenly sighs must prove annoy,</div>
+<div class="verse">All mirth farewel, let me in sorrow live.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> is sicke, and in that sick-bed lyes</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweetenes, that breathes and pants as oft as shee:</div>
+<div class="verse">And Grace sicke too, such fine conclusions tries,</div>
+<div class="verse">That sicknes brings it selfe best grac’d to bee.</div>
+<div class="verse">Beautie is sicke, but sicke in such faire guise,</div>
+<div class="verse">That in that palenes Beauties white we see,</div>
+<div class="verse">And Joy which is unsever’d from those eyes.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em> now learnes, (strange case) to weepe with me,</div>
+<div class="verse">Love moves thy paine and like a faithful page,</div>
+<div class="verse">As thy looks sturre, runs up and downe to make</div>
+<div class="verse">All folkes prest at thy wil thy paine to swage,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nature with care seeks for his darlings sake,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Knowing worlds passe, ere she enough can finde</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of such heaven stuffe to cloath so heavenly minde.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Where be those Roses, which so sweetned earst our eyes?</div>
+<div class="verse">Where be those red cheekes, which fair increase did frame</div>
+<div class="verse">No hight of honor in the kindly badge of shame,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who hath the crimson weeds stoln from the morning skies?</div>
+<div class="verse">How doth the coullor fade of those vermillion eyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Which Nature selfe did make and selfe engrave the same?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">I would know by what right this palenes overcame</div>
+<div class="verse">That hue, whose force my heart in so great thraldom ties?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+<div class="verse"><em>Gallens</em> adopted sonnes, who by a beaten way</div>
+<div class="verse">Their judgements hackney on, the fault of sicknes lay:</div>
+<div class="verse">But feeling proofe makes me say, they mistake it sure,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">It is but love that makes this paper perfect white,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To write therein more fresh the storie of <em>Delight</em>,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whiles Beauties reddest incke <em>Venus</em> for him doth stir.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O happie <em>Thames</em> that didst my <em>Stella</em> beare,</div>
+<div class="verse">I saw thee with full many a smiling line</div>
+<div class="verse">Upon thy cheereful face loves Livery weare:</div>
+<div class="verse">While those faire Plannets on thy streames did shine,</div>
+<div class="verse">The boat for joy could not to dance forbeare,</div>
+<div class="verse">While wanton winds with beautie so divine</div>
+<div class="verse">Ravisht, staid not, til in her golden haire</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">They did themselves (ô sweetest prison) twine.</div>
+<div class="verse">But faine those friendly winds there would their stay</div>
+<div class="verse">Have made, but forst by Nature still to flie,</div>
+<div class="verse">First did with puffing kisse those Lockes display:</div>
+<div class="verse">She so discovered, blusht. From window I</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With sight thereof cride out; Ah faire disgrace,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Let honours selfe to thee graunt highest place.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Envious wits what hath beene mine offence,</div>
+<div class="verse">That with such poisoned eare my wits you marke,</div>
+<div class="verse">That to each word, nay sigh of mine you harke,</div>
+<div class="verse">As grudging me my sorrows eloquence?</div>
+<div class="verse">Ah, is it not enough, that I am thence:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thence, so farre thence, that scantly anie sparke</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Of comfort dare come to this dungeon darke</div>
+<div class="verse">Where rigorous exile lockes up al my sense:</div>
+<div class="verse">But if I by a happie window passe,</div>
+<div class="verse">If I but Starres uppon mine Armour beare,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sicke, thirstie, glad (though but of empty glasse)</div>
+<div class="verse">Your morals note straight my hid meaning there,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">From out my ribs a whirlewind proves that I</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Doe <em>Stella</em> love. Fooles, who doth it denie?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Unhappie sight and hath shee vanisht by,</div>
+<div class="verse">So neere, in so good time so free a place,</div>
+<div class="verse">Dead glasse dost thou thine object so imbrase,</div>
+<div class="verse">As what my hart still sees thou canst not spie,</div>
+<div class="verse">I sweare by hir Love and my lacke, that I</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Was not in fault that bent my dazling race</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Onely unto the heaven of <em>Stella’s</em> face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Counting but dust that in her way did lie:</div>
+<div class="verse">But cease mine eyes, your teares doe witnes well,</div>
+<div class="verse">That you guiltles therefore your necklace mist,</div>
+<div class="verse">Curst be the Page from whome the bad torch fell,</div>
+<div class="verse">Curst be the night which did your will resist,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Curst be the Cochman that did drive so fast,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With no lesse curse then absence makes me tast.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O absent presence <em>Stella</em> is not here,</div>
+<div class="verse">False flattering hope that with so faire a face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> I saw, my <em>Stella</em> should appeare,</div>
+<div class="verse">What saist thou now, where is that dainty cleare</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thou wouldst mine eyes should helpe their famisht case:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgrace</div>
+<div class="verse">Doth make me most to wish thy comfort neere,</div>
+<div class="verse">But heere I doe shore of faire Ladies meete,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who may with charme of conversation sweete</div>
+<div class="verse">Make in my heavie mould new thoughts to grow:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sure they prevaile as much with me, as he</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That bad his frind but then new maimde to be</div>
+<div class="verse">Merrie with him, and so forget his woe.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em> since thou so right a Princesse art</div>
+<div class="verse">Of all the Powers which life bestowe on me,</div>
+<div class="verse">That ere by them ought undertaken be,</div>
+<div class="verse">They first resort unto that soveraigne part;</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweete for a time give respite to my heart,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Which pants as though it still should leape to thee:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+<div class="verse indent1">And on my thought give the Lieuetenancie</div>
+<div class="verse">To this great cause, which needes both wit and Art,</div>
+<div class="verse">And as a Queene who from her presence sends</div>
+<div class="verse">Whom shee emploies, dismisse from thee my wit,</div>
+<div class="verse">Still to have wrought that thy owne will attends,</div>
+<div class="verse">For servants shame of Maisters blame doth fit.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O let not Fooles in me thy works approve,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And scorning say, see what it is to love.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">When sorrow (using my owne Siers might)</div>
+<div class="verse">Melts downe his lead into my boyling brest,</div>
+<div class="verse">Through that darke Furnace of my heart opprest,</div>
+<div class="verse">There shines a joy from thee my onely light:</div>
+<div class="verse">But soone as thought of thee breeds my delight,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And my young soule once flutters to her nest,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Most dead dispaire my daily unbidden guest</div>
+<div class="verse">Clips strait my wings, strait wraps me in his night,</div>
+<div class="verse">And makes me then bow downe my head and say,</div>
+<div class="verse">Ah what doth <em>Phœbus</em> gold that wretch availe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whom Iron darts doth keepe from use of daie,</div>
+<div class="verse">So strangely (alas) thy workes on me prevaile,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That in my woes for thee, thou art my joy;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And in my joyes for thee, my onel’ anoy.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/deco.jpg" width="100" height="55" alt="Decorative image" />
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><i>Other Sonnets of variable verse.</i></h2>
+
+<h3><i>First Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which now my brest surchargd with musick lendeth?</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely in <em>you</em> my song begins and endeth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> Who hath the eyes which marrie state with pleasure,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who keepes the key of Natures chiefest treasure:</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em>, all song of praise be due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely for <em>you</em> the heavens forget all measure.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Who hath the lips where wit with fairenes raigneth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who womenkinde at once both decks and staineth:</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely by <em>you</em> <em>Cupid</em> his crowne maintaineth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> Who hath the feet whose steps all sweetnes planteth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who els for whom Fame worthie trumpets wanteth:</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise be due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely to <em>you</em> her scepter <em>Venus</em> granteth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> Who hath the brest whose milk doth patience nourish,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish:</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise be due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely through <em>you</em> the tree of life doth floorish.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth</div>
+<div class="verse">Who long hid beautie with encrease renueth:</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Only at <em>you</em> all envie hopelesse endeth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Who hath the haire which most loose most fast tieth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who makes a man live then glad when he dieth:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise be due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely of <em>you</em> the flatterer never lieth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> Who hath the voyce which soule from senses sunders,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose force but yours the bolt of beautie thunders?</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely with <em>you</em> no miracles are wonders.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which now my breast orechargd with Musick lendeth?</div>
+<div class="verse">To <em>you</em>, to <em>you</em> all song of praise is due,</div>
+<div class="verse">Onely in <em>you</em> my song begins and endeth.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>Second Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Have I caught my heavenly Juel</div>
+<div class="verse">Teaching Sleepe most faire to be:</div>
+<div class="verse">Now will I teach her, that she</div>
+<div class="verse">When shee wakes is too too cruell.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> Since sweete Sleepe her eyes hath charmed,</div>
+<div class="verse">The two onely darts of Love:</div>
+<div class="verse">Now will I with that Boy prove</div>
+<div class="verse">Some play while he is disarmed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Her tongue waking still refuseth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Giving franklie niggard no:</div>
+<div class="verse">Now will I attempt to knowe,</div>
+<div class="verse">What no her tongue sleeping useth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> See the hand that waking gardeth,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sleeping grants a free resort:</div>
+<div class="verse">Now I will invade the fort.</div>
+<div class="verse">Cowards Love with losse rewardeth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> But (O foole) thinke of the danger</div>
+<div class="verse">Of her just and high disdaine.</div>
+<div class="verse">Now will I (alas) refraine</div>
+<div class="verse">Love feares nothing else but anger.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Yet those lippes so sweetly swelling,</div>
+<div class="verse">Do invite a stealing kisse;</div>
+<div class="verse">Now but venture will I this,</div>
+<div class="verse">Who will read must first learne spelling.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Oh sweete kisse, but ah shee is waking.</div>
+<div class="verse">Lowring beautie chastens mee.</div>
+<div class="verse">Now will I for feare hence flee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Foole, more Foole for no more taking.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>The third Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">If <em>Orpheus</em> voyce had force to breathe such musicks Love</div>
+<div class="verse">Through pores of senseles trees, as it could make them move:</div>
+<div class="verse">If stones good measure daunst the <em>Thebane</em> walls to builde,</div>
+<div class="verse">To cadens of the tunes which <em>Amphions</em> Lyre did yeeld,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">More cause a like effect at least wise bringeth.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, <em>Stella</em> singeth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> If Love might sweeten so a boy of Shepheards brood,</div>
+<div class="verse">To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves food:</div>
+<div class="verse">If Eagle fierce could so in <em>Grecian</em> maide delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">As her eyes were his light, her death his endlesse night:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Earth gave that Love, heaven (I trow) Love refineth.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O Beasts, ô Birds, looke Love; for <em>Stella</em> shineth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> The beasts, birds, stones &amp; trees feele this, and feeling love:</div>
+<div class="verse">And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove.</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor beasts, nor birds doo come unto this blessed gaze:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Know that small Love is quick, and great Love doth amaze:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">They are amaz’d, but you with reason armed.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O eyes, O eares of men, how are you charmed?</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>The fourth Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Onely <em>Joy</em>, now here you are,</div>
+<div class="verse">Fit to heare and ease my care:</div>
+<div class="verse">Let my whispering voyce obtaine</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweete rewards for sharpest paine:</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> Night hath closde all in her cloke,</div>
+<div class="verse">Twinkling starres love thoughts provoke,</div>
+<div class="verse">Danger hence good care doth keepe,</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Jelouzie</em> him selfe doth sleepe:</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Better place no wit can finde</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Cupids</em> knot to loose or binde,</div>
+<div class="verse">These sweete flowers, our fine bed too,</div>
+<div class="verse">Us in their best language wooe:</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee:</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> This small light the Moone bestoes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Serves thy beames for to disclose,</div>
+<div class="verse">So to raise my heart more hie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Feare not, els none can us spie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> That you heard was but a mouse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Dumbe Sleepe holdeth all the house,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Yet a sleepe (methinks) they say,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yong fooles, take time while you may:</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Niggard time threates if we misse</div>
+<div class="verse">This large offer of our blisse,</div>
+<div class="verse">Long stay ere shee graunt the same:</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweete then, while ech thing doth frame</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Your faire Mother is a bed,</div>
+<div class="verse">Candles out, and curtaines spred;</div>
+<div class="verse">Shee thinkes you do letters write:</div>
+<div class="verse">Write, but first let me endite.</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> Sweete, alas why strive you thus?</div>
+<div class="verse">Concord better fitteth us;</div>
+<div class="verse">Leave to <em>Mars</em> the force of hands.</div>
+<div class="verse">Your power in your beautie stands.</div>
+<div class="verse">Take me to thee, and thee to mee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Woe to mee, and do you sweare,</div>
+<div class="verse">Me to hate but I forbeare?</div>
+<div class="verse">Curst be my destinies all,</div>
+<div class="verse">That brought mee so high to fall:</div>
+<div class="verse">Soone with my death Ile please thee.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>No no no no, my Deare let bee.</em></div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><i>The fifth Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">While favour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thought waited on delight, and speach did follow thought,</div>
+<div class="verse">Then drew my tongue and pen records unto thy glorie;</div>
+<div class="verse">I thought all words were lost that were not spent of thee,</div>
+<div class="verse">I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,</div>
+<div class="verse">And all eares worse than deaffe, that heard not out thy storie.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> I said thou wert most faire, and so indeede thou art;</div>
+<div class="verse">I said thou wert most sweete, sweete poyson to my hart;</div>
+<div class="verse">I said my soule was thine, ô would I then had lied;</div>
+<div class="verse">I said thy eyes were starres, thy breasts the milken way,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thy fingers <em>Cupids</em> shafts, thy voice the Angels lay:</div>
+<div class="verse">And all is said so well, that no man it denied.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> But now that hope is lost, unkindnes kils delight,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yet thought and speach do live, thought metamorphisde quite,</div>
+<div class="verse">For rage now rules the reynes, which guided were by pleasure,</div>
+<div class="verse">I thinke now of thy faults, who late wrote of thy praise,</div>
+<div class="verse">That speech falls now to blame which did thy honour raise:</div>
+<div class="verse">The same key open can, which can locke up a treasure.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> Then thou whom partiall heavens conspir’d in one to frame</div>
+<div class="verse">The proofe of beauties worke, the inheritance of fame,</div>
+<div class="verse">The mansion state of blisse, and just excuse of lovers:</div>
+<div class="verse">See now those feathers pluckt wherewith thou flewest most hie,</div>
+<div class="verse">See what cloudes of reproach shall darke thy honours skie;</div>
+<div class="verse">Whom fault once casteth downe, hardly high state recovers.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> And ô my Muse, though oft you luld her in your lap,</div>
+<div class="verse">And then a heavenly Childe gave her Ambrosian pap,</div>
+<div class="verse">And to that braine of hers your highest gifts infused:</div>
+<div class="verse">Since she disdaining me, doth you in me disdaine,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Suffer not her to laugh, and both we suffer paine:</div>
+<div class="verse">Princes in subjects wrongd must deeme themselves abused.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Your client poore, my selfe, shall <em>Stella</em> handle so,</div>
+<div class="verse">Revenge, revenge, my Muse defiance trumpet blowe,</div>
+<div class="verse">Threat, threat, what may be done; yet do no more but threaten:</div>
+<div class="verse">Ah, my sute granted is, I feele my breast doth swell;</div>
+<div class="verse">Now Childe, a lesson new you shall begin to spell,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sweet babes must babies have, but shrewd girles must be beaten.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Thinke now no more to heare of warme fine shining snow,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor blushing Lillyes, nor pearles Rubie hidden row,</div>
+<div class="verse">Nor of that golden sea, whose waves in curles are broken:</div>
+<div class="verse">But of thy soule fraught with such ungratefulnesse,</div>
+<div class="verse">As where thou soone mightst help, most there thou dost oppresse:</div>
+<div class="verse">Ungratefull who is cald, the worst of ills is spoken.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> Yet worse than worse, I say thou art a Thiefe. A thiefe?</div>
+<div class="verse">Now God forbid: a thiefe, and of worst thieves a thiefe;</div>
+<div class="verse">Thieves steale for neede, &amp; steale for goods, which paine recovers:</div>
+<div class="verse">But <em>thou</em>, rich in all joyes, dost rob my goods from mee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which cannot be restorde by time nor industrie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Of foes the spoyle is evill, farre more of constant lovers.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Yet gentle English thieves doo rob, and will not slay;</div>
+<div class="verse">Thou English murdring thiefe, wilt have hearts for thy pray.</div>
+<div class="verse">The name of murdrer now on thy faire forhead sitteth,</div>
+<div class="verse">And even while I do speake my death wounds bleeding bee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which I protest proceed from onely cruell thee.</div>
+<div class="verse">Who may and will not save, murther in trueth committeth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>10</i> But murthers private fault seemes but a toy to thee.</div>
+<div class="verse">I lay then to thy charge unjustice Tirannie,</div>
+<div class="verse">If rule by force without all claime, a Tyrant sheweth;</div>
+<div class="verse">For thou art my hearts Lord, who am not borne thy slave,</div>
+<div class="verse">And which is worse makes me most guiltles torments have.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">A rightfull Prince by unrightfull deeds a Tyrant groweth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>11</i> Loe you grow proud with this, for Tyrants makes folks bow:</div>
+<div class="verse">Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now,</div>
+<div class="verse">Rebels by Natures lawes rebell by way of reason:</div>
+<div class="verse">Thou sweetest subject wert borne in the Realme of Love,</div>
+<div class="verse">And yet against thy Prince, thy force dost daily prove.</div>
+<div class="verse">No vertue merits praise, once toucht with blot of Treason.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>12</i> But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouthes purchase fame,</div>
+<div class="verse">I now then staine thy white with blackest blot of shame,</div>
+<div class="verse">Both Rebel to the Sonne, and vagrant from the Mother,</div>
+<div class="verse">For wearing <em>Venus</em> badge, in every part of thee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Unto <em>Dianaes</em> traine thou runnaway didst flie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Who faileth one is false, though trustie to another.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>13</i> What is not this enough, nay farre worse commeth here:</div>
+<div class="verse">A <em>Witch</em> I say thou art, though thou so faire appeare.</div>
+<div class="verse">For I protest, mine eyes never thy sight enjoyeth,</div>
+<div class="verse">But I in mee am chang’d, I am alive and dead.</div>
+<div class="verse">My feete are turn’d to rootes, my heart becommeth lead,</div>
+<div class="verse">No witchcraft is so ill, as which mans minde destroyeth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>14</i> Yet Witches may repent, thou art farre worse than they:</div>
+<div class="verse">Alas, that I am forst such evill of thee to say:</div>
+<div class="verse">I say thou art a Divel though cloathd in Angels shining:</div>
+<div class="verse">For thy face tempts my soule to leave the heavens for thee,</div>
+<div class="verse">And thy words of refuse doo powre even hell on mee:</div>
+<div class="verse">Who tempts, and tempting plagues are Divels in true defining.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>15</i> You then ungrateful theefe, you murthering Tirant you,</div>
+<div class="verse">You Rebell runnaway, to Lord and Lady untrue,</div>
+<div class="verse">You Witch, you Divel (alas) you still in me beloved,</div>
+<div class="verse">You see what I can say: mend yet your froward minde,</div>
+<div class="verse">And such skill in my Muse you reconcil’d shall finde,</div>
+<div class="verse">That by these cruell words your praises shal be proved.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><i>The Sixth Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O You that heare this voice,</div>
+<div class="verse">O you that see this face,</div>
+<div class="verse">Say whether of the choice,</div>
+<div class="verse">Deserves the better place,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Feare not to judge this bate,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">For it is voide of hate.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> This side doth Beautie take,</div>
+<div class="verse">For that doth Musick speake,</div>
+<div class="verse">Fit Orators to make,</div>
+<div class="verse">The strongest judgements weake.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">The barre to plead the right,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Is onely true delight.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Thus doth the voice and face,</div>
+<div class="verse">The gentle Lawiers wage,</div>
+<div class="verse">Like loving brothers case,</div>
+<div class="verse">For Fathers heritage,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That each while each contends,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">It selfe to other lends.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> For Beautie beautifies</div>
+<div class="verse">With heavenly view and grace,</div>
+<div class="verse">The heavenly harmonie;</div>
+<div class="verse">And in this faultles face</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">The perfect beauties bee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">A perfect harmonie.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> Musick more lustie swels</div>
+<div class="verse">In speeches nobly placed,</div>
+<div class="verse">Beautie as farre excels</div>
+<div class="verse">In actions aptly graced.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">A friend each partie drawes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To countenance his cause.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Love more affected seemes</div>
+<div class="verse">To Beauties lonely light,</div>
+<div class="verse">And wonder more esteemes</div>
+<div class="verse">Of Musicks wondrous might;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But both to both so bent,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">As both in both are spent.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> Musicke doth witnes call</div>
+<div class="verse">The eare his truth to trie:</div>
+<div class="verse">Beautie brings to the hall</div>
+<div class="verse">The judgement of the eie:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Both in their objects such,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">As no exceptions tuch.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> The common Sense which might</div>
+<div class="verse">Be arbitrer of this,</div>
+<div class="verse">To be forsooth upright,</div>
+<div class="verse">To both sides partiall is:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">He laies on this chiefe praise,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Chiefe praise on that he laies.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> Then reason Princesse hie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose throne is in the minde;</div>
+<div class="verse">Which Musicke can in skie,</div>
+<div class="verse">And hidden Beauties finde:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Say, whether thou wilt crowne</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With limitlesse renowne.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>The Seventh Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Whose senses in so evil comfort their stepdame Nature laies,</div>
+<div class="verse">That ravishing delight in them most sweete tunes doth not raise,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or if they doe delight therein, yet are so cloid with wit,</div>
+<div class="verse">As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O let them heare these sacred tunes, &amp; learne in wonders scholes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">To be (in things past bounds of wit) fooles if they be not fooles.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>2</i> Who have so leaden eyes, as not to see sweete Beauties showe:</div>
+<div class="verse">Or seeing, have so wooden wits as not that worth to knowe;</div>
+<div class="verse">Or knowing have so muddie mindes, as not to be in love;</div>
+<div class="verse">Or loving, have so frothie hearts, as easie thence to move:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">O, let them see these heavenly beames, and in faire, letters reed</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">A lesson, fit both sight and skill, Love and firme Love to breed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Heare then, but then with wonder hear; see, but admiring see,</div>
+<div class="verse">No mortal gifts, no earthly fruts now heare diserned bee:</div>
+<div class="verse">See, doo you see this face: a face, nay image of the skyes:</div>
+<div class="verse">Of which, the two life-given lights are figured in her eyes:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Heare you this soule-invading voyce, and count it but a voyce,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">The verie essence of their tunes, when Angls doo rejoyce.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>The eighth Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">In a grove most rich of shade;</div>
+<div class="verse">Where birds wanton Musicke made:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Maie</em> then yong his pide weeds shewing,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">New perfumes with flowrs fresh growing.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>2</i> <em>Astrophel</em> with <em>Stella</em> sweet</div>
+<div class="verse">Did for mutual comfort meete</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Both within themselves oppressed,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But either in each other blessed.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>3</i> Him great harmes had taught much care,</div>
+<div class="verse">Her faire necke a foule yoke bare:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But hir sight his cares did banish,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">In his sight hir yoke did vanish.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>4</i> Wept they had, alas the while:</div>
+<div class="verse">But now teares themselves did smile,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">While their eyes by Love directed,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Interchangeably reflected.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>5</i> Sighd they had: but now betwixt</div>
+<div class="verse">Sighs of woe were glad sighs mixt:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With armes crost, yet testifying</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Restles rest, and living dying.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>6</i> Their eares hungrie of each word</div>
+<div class="verse">Which the deare tongue would afford,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But their tongues restrained from walking,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Till their harts had ended talking.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>7</i> But when their tongues could not speake,</div>
+<div class="verse">Love it selfe did silence breake:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Love did set his lips asunder</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Thus to speake in love and wonder.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>8</i> <em>Stella</em>, Sovereigne of my joy,</div>
+<div class="verse">Faire Triumphres in annoy:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em>, Starre of heavenly fire,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em>, loadstarre of desire.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>9</i> <em>Stella</em>, in whose shining eyes</div>
+<div class="verse">Are the lights of <em>Cupids</em> skyes,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Whose beames where they are once darted</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Love there with is straight imparted.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>10</i> <em>Stella</em>, whose voyce when it speakes,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sences all asunder breakes:</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whose voyce when it singeth</div>
+<div class="verse">Angles to acquaintance bringeth.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>11</i> <em>Stella</em>, in whose bodie is</div>
+<div class="verse">Writ the carecters of blis:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Whose sweete face all beautie passeth,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Save the minde which it surpasseth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>12</i> Graunt, ô graunt, but speach (alas)</div>
+<div class="verse">Failes me, fearing on to passe:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Graunt to me, what am I saying?</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But no sinne there is in praying.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>13</i> Graunt (ô Deare) on knees I pray</div>
+<div class="verse">(Knees on ground he then did stay)</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That not I, but since I prove you,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Time and place from me nere move you.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>14</i> Never season was more fit,</div>
+<div class="verse">Never roome more apt for it:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Smiling aire allowes my reason:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">These birds sing; now use the season.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>15</i> This small winde which so sweete is,</div>
+<div class="verse">See how it the leaves doth kis:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Each tree in his best attyring,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sense of Love to Love inspiring.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>16</i> Love makes earth the water drinke,</div>
+<div class="verse">Love to earth makes water sinke:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And if dumb things be so wittie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Shall a heavenly Grace want pittie?</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>17</i> There his hands (in their speach) faine</div>
+<div class="verse">Would have made tongues language plaine:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But her hands his hands compelling,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Gave repulse, all grace expelling.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse indent1"><i>18</i> Therewithall, away she went,</div>
+<div class="verse">Leaving him with passion rent,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">With what she had done and spoken,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That therewith my song is broken.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><i>The ninth Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">Goe my Flocke, goe get you hence,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Seeke a better place of feeding,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where you may have some defence</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">From the stormes in my breast bleeding,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And showers from mine eyes proceeding.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>2</i> Leave a wretch in whom all woe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Can abide to keepe no measure;</div>
+<div class="verse">Merrie Flocke, such one forgoe</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Unto whom mirth is displeasure,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Onely rich in measures treasure.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>3</i> Yet alas before you goe,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Heare your wofull Masters storie,</div>
+<div class="verse">Which to stones I else would showe;</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Sorrow onely then hath glorie,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">When tis excellently sorie.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>4</i> <em>Stella</em>, fairest Shepheardesse,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Fairest, but yet cruelst ever:</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Stella</em>, whom the heavens still blesse,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Though against me she persever,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Though I blisse inherit never.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>5</i> <em>Stella</em> hath refused mee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1"><em>Stella</em>, who more love hath proved</div>
+<div class="verse">In this caitiffe hart to bee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Than can in good to us be moved</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Towards Lambkins best beloved.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>6</i> <em>Stella</em> hath refused mee</div>
+<div class="verse indent2"><em>Astrophel</em> that so well served.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">In this plesant Spring (Muse) see,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">While in pride flowers be preserved,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Himselfe onely, winter starved.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>7</i> Why (alas) then doth she sweare</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That she loveth me so deerely;</div>
+<div class="verse">Seeing me so long to beare</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Coales of love that burne so cleerly:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And yet leave me hopelesse meerly.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>8</i> Is that love? forsooth I trow.</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">If I saw my good dogg grieved,</div>
+<div class="verse">And a helpe for him did know,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My love should not be beleeved,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But he were by me releeved.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>9</i> No, she hates me (welaway)</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Faining love, somewhat to please me,</div>
+<div class="verse">Knowing if she should display</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">All hate, death soone would seaze me,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And of hideous torments ease me.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>10</i> Then my deare Flocke now adieu:</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">But alas, if in your straying</div>
+<div class="verse">Heavenly <em>Stella</em> meete with you,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Tell her in your piteous blaying</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Her poore Slaves just decaying.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>The Tenth Sonnet.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">O Deare Life, when shall it bee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">That mine eyes thine eyes shall see,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">And in them thy minde discover,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whether absence have had force</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
+<div class="verse">Thy remembrance to divorce</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">From the image of thy Lover?</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>2</i> O if I my selfe finde not</div>
+<div class="verse">By thine absence oft forgot,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Nor debard from Beauties treasure,</div>
+<div class="verse">Let no tongue aspire to tell</div>
+<div class="verse">In what high joyes I shall dwell,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Onely thought aimes at the pleasure.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>3</i> Thought therefore will I send thee</div>
+<div class="verse">To take up the place for mee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Long I will not after tarrie:</div>
+<div class="verse">There unseene thou maist be bold</div>
+<div class="verse">Those faire wonders to behold,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Which in them my hopes do carrie.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>4</i> Thought, see thou no place forbeare,</div>
+<div class="verse">Enter bravely everiewhere,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Seaze on all to her belonging:</div>
+<div class="verse">But if thou wouldst garded bee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Fearing her beames, take with thee</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">Strength of liking, rage of longing.</div>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><i>5</i> O my Thoughts, my Thoughts surcease,</div>
+<div class="verse">Your delights my woes encrease,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">My life fleetes with too much thinking:</div>
+<div class="verse">Thinke no more, but die in mee,</div>
+<div class="verse">Till thou shalt received bee,</div>
+<div class="verse indent1">At her lips my <em>Nectar</em> drinking.</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="titlepage larger">Finis Syr P. S.</p>
+
+<div class="transnote-bottom" id="transnote">
+
+<h2>Transcriber’s Note</h2>
+
+<p>List of changes made to the text to correct suspected printing errors
+(by comparison with other editions):</p>
+
+<p>Page 4, “romes” changed to “comes” (comes forth her grace).</p>
+
+<p>Page 17, “sume” changed to “some” (And of some sent).</p>
+
+<p>Page 17, “hormanship advaunc” changed to “horsmanship advaunce” (my skill
+in horsmanship advaunce).</p>
+
+<p>Page 26, “durssed” changed to “curssed” (curssed in my blisse).</p>
+
+<p>Page 26, “eloquene” changed to “eloquence” (with dumbe eloquence).</p>
+
+<p>Page 44, “love fooles” changed to “love. Fooles” (Doe _Stella_ love.
+Fooles, who doth it denie?).</p>
+
+<p>Page 47, “paise” changed to “praise” (all song of praise is due).</p>
+
+<p>Page 51, “hard” changed to “heard” (that heard not out).</p>
+
+<p>Page 52, “wrongs” changed to “wrongd” (Princes in subjects wrongd).</p>
+
+<p>Page 56, stanza number “<i>2</i>” added to the 7th sonnet.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIR P.S.: HIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA ***</div>
+<div style='text-align:left'>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Updated editions will replace the previous one&#8212;the old editions will
+be renamed.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright
+law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,
+so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United
+States without permission and without paying copyright
+royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part
+of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG&#8482;
+concept and trademark. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark,
+and may not be used if you charge for an eBook, except by following
+the terms of the trademark license, including paying royalties for use
+of the Project Gutenberg trademark. If you do not charge anything for
+copies of this eBook, complying with the trademark license is very
+easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose such as creation
+of derivative works, reports, performances and research. Project
+Gutenberg eBooks may be modified and printed and given away&#8212;you may
+do practically ANYTHING in the United States with eBooks not protected
+by U.S. copyright law. Redistribution is subject to the trademark
+license, especially commercial redistribution.
+</div>
+
+<div style='margin-top:1em; font-size:1.1em; text-align:center'>START: FULL LICENSE</div>
+<div style='text-align:center;font-size:0.9em'>THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE</div>
+<div style='text-align:center;font-size:0.9em'>PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+To protect the Project Gutenberg&#8482; mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase &#8220;Project
+Gutenberg&#8221;), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full
+Project Gutenberg&#8482; License available with this file or online at
+www.gutenberg.org/license.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>
+Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or
+destroy all copies of Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works in your
+possession. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a
+Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work and you do not agree to be bound
+by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person
+or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.B. &#8220;Project Gutenberg&#8221; is a registered trademark. It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See
+paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works if you follow the terms of this
+agreement and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+electronic works. See paragraph 1.E below.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation (&#8220;the
+Foundation&#8221; or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection
+of Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works. Nearly all the individual
+works in the collection are in the public domain in the United
+States. If an individual work is unprotected by copyright law in the
+United States and you are located in the United States, we do not
+claim a right to prevent you from copying, distributing, performing,
+displaying or creating derivative works based on the work as long as
+all references to Project Gutenberg are removed. Of course, we hope
+that you will support the Project Gutenberg&#8482; mission of promoting
+free access to electronic works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+works in compliance with the terms of this agreement for keeping the
+Project Gutenberg&#8482; name associated with the work. You can easily
+comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the
+same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg&#8482; License when
+you share it without charge with others.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are
+in a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States,
+check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this
+agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing,
+distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any
+other Project Gutenberg&#8482; work. The Foundation makes no
+representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any
+country other than the United States.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other
+immediate access to, the full Project Gutenberg&#8482; License must appear
+prominently whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg&#8482; work (any work
+on which the phrase &#8220;Project Gutenberg&#8221; appears, or with which the
+phrase &#8220;Project Gutenberg&#8221; is associated) is accessed, displayed,
+performed, viewed, copied or distributed:
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+  <div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+    This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most
+    other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions
+    whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
+    of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online
+    at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you
+    are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws
+    of the country where you are located before using this eBook.
+  </div>
+</blockquote>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work is
+derived from texts not protected by U.S. copyright law (does not
+contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the
+copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in
+the United States without paying any fees or charges. If you are
+redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase &#8220;Project
+Gutenberg&#8221; associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply
+either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 or
+obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any
+additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms
+will be linked to the Project Gutenberg&#8482; License for all works
+posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the
+beginning of this work.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg&#8482;.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; License.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including
+any word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access
+to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg&#8482; work in a format
+other than &#8220;Plain Vanilla ASCII&#8221; or other format used in the official
+version posted on the official Project Gutenberg&#8482; website
+(www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense
+to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means
+of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original &#8220;Plain
+Vanilla ASCII&#8221; or other form. Any alternate format must include the
+full Project Gutenberg&#8482; License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg&#8482; works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works
+provided that:
+</div>
+
+<div style='margin-left:0.7em;'>
+    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>
+        &#8226; You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+        the use of Project Gutenberg&#8482; works calculated using the method
+        you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed
+        to the owner of the Project Gutenberg&#8482; trademark, but he has
+        agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project
+        Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments must be paid
+        within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are
+        legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. Royalty
+        payments should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project
+        Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in
+        Section 4, &#8220;Information about donations to the Project Gutenberg
+        Literary Archive Foundation.&#8221;
+    </div>
+
+    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>
+        &#8226; You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+        you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+        does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+        License. You must require such a user to return or destroy all
+        copies of the works possessed in a physical medium and discontinue
+        all use of and all access to other copies of Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+        works.
+    </div>
+
+    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>
+        &#8226; You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of
+        any money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+        electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of
+        receipt of the work.
+    </div>
+
+    <div style='text-indent:-0.7em'>
+        &#8226; You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+        distribution of Project Gutenberg&#8482; works.
+    </div>
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work or group of works on different terms than
+are set forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing
+from the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the manager of
+the Project Gutenberg&#8482; trademark. Contact the Foundation as set
+forth in Section 3 below.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+works not protected by U.S. copyright law in creating the Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may
+contain &#8220;Defects,&#8221; such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate
+or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other
+intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or
+other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or
+cannot be read by your equipment.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the &#8220;Right
+of Replacement or Refund&#8221; described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium
+with your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you
+with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in
+lieu of a refund. If you received the work electronically, the person
+or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second
+opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If
+the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing
+without further opportunities to fix the problem.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you &#8216;AS-IS&#8217;, WITH NO
+OTHER WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT
+LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of
+damages. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement
+violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the
+agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
+limitation permitted by the applicable state law. The invalidity or
+unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the
+remaining provisions.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works in
+accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the
+production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses,
+including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of
+the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this
+or any Project Gutenberg&#8482; work, (b) alteration, modification, or
+additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg&#8482; work, and (c) any
+Defect you cause.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>
+Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg&#8482;
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Project Gutenberg&#8482; is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of
+computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It
+exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations
+from people in all walks of life.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg&#8482;&#8217;s
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg&#8482; collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg&#8482; and future
+generations. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see
+Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation information page at www.gutenberg.org.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>
+Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non-profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service. The Foundation&#8217;s EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by
+U.S. federal laws and your state&#8217;s laws.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+The Foundation&#8217;s business office is located at 809 North 1500 West,
+Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email contact links and up
+to date contact information can be found at the Foundation&#8217;s website
+and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>
+Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Project Gutenberg&#8482; depends upon and cannot survive without widespread
+public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine-readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND
+DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular state
+visit <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/donate/">www.gutenberg.org/donate</a>.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Please check the Project Gutenberg web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To
+donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; font-size:1.1em; margin:1em 0; font-weight:bold'>
+Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg&#8482; electronic works
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project
+Gutenberg&#8482; concept of a library of electronic works that could be
+freely shared with anyone. For forty years, he produced and
+distributed Project Gutenberg&#8482; eBooks with only a loose network of
+volunteer support.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Project Gutenberg&#8482; eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as not protected by copyright in
+the U.S. unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not
+necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper
+edition.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+Most people start at our website which has the main PG search
+facility: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>.
+</div>
+
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>
+This website includes information about Project Gutenberg&#8482;,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+</body>
+</html>