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FRANCESCO'S ROUNDELAY.* Sitting and sighing in my secret muse, As once Apollo did surpris'd with love, Noting the slippery ways young years do use, What fond affects the prime of youth do move; With bitter tears, despairing I do cry, "Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!" When wanton age, the blossom t of my time, Drew me to gaze upon the gorgeous sight That beauty, pompous in her highest prime, Presents to tangle men with sweet delight; Then with despairing tears my thoughts didj cry, "Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!" When I survey'd the riches of her looks, Whereout flew flames of never-quench'd desire, Wherein lay baits that Venus snares with hooks, Or§ whero proud Cupid sat all-arm'd with fire; Then, touch'd with love, my inward soul did cry, "Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!" The milk-white galaxia of her brow, Where Love doth dance lavoltas of his skill, Like to the temple where true lovers vow To follow what shall please their mistress' will; Noting her ivory front, now do I cry, "Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!" Her face, like silver Luna in her shine, All tainted || through with bright vermilion
stains,H Like lilies dipt in Bacchus' choicest wine, Powder" d and interseam'd with azur'd veins; Delighting in then- pride, now may I cry, "Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!" The golden wires that checker in the day Inferior to the tresses of her hair, Her amber trammels did my heart dismay, That, when I look'd, I durst not over-dare; Proud of her pride, now am I forc'd to cry, ■ Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye I"
These fading beauties drew me on to sin, Nature's great riches fram'd my bitter ruth; These were the traps that love did snare me in, 0, these, and none but these, have wreck'd my
Misled by them, I may despairing cry, [youth!
"Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!"
Despair and sorrow do constrain mo cry,
"Wo worth the faults and follies of mine eye!"
THE PENITENT PALMER'S ODE.
Whilom in the winter's rage,
A palmer old and full of age
Sat and thought upon his youth,
With eyes' tears and heart's ruth;
Being all with cares y-blent,*
When he thought on years mispent.
When his follies came to mind,
How fond love had made him blind,
And wrapt him in a field of woes,
Shadowid with pleasure's shows,
Then he sigh'd, and said, "Alas,
Man is sin, and flesh is grass!
I thought my mistress' hairs were gold,
And in their locks my heart I fold;
Her amber tresses were the sight
That wrapped me in vain delight:
Her ivory front, her pretty chin
Were stales t that drew me on to sin:
Her starry looks, her crystal eyes,
Brighter than the suu's arise,
Sparkling pleasing flames of fire,
Yok'd my thoughts and my desire,
That I gan cry, ere I blin,J
'O, her eye3 are paths to sin!'
Her face was fair, her breath was sweet,
All her looks for love were meet;
But love is folly, this I know,
And beauty fadeth like to snow.
O, why should man delight in pride,
Whose blossom like a dew doth glide!
When these supposes touch'd my thought,
That world was vain and beauty nought,
I gan sigh, and say, 'Alas,
Man is sin, and flesh is grass 1'"
* ybltnt] i. 0. confounded: sec note !, p. 124, first col.
t stales] i. e. decoys.
} Win] i. e. cease,—ceased.
THAT sin: Madi; IN PMBON.
But yet at last
'Gainst slander's blast
Though false reproach seeks honour to distain,
And, maugre all,
Will free from thrall
Where innocence triumpheth in her prime,
For time still tries
The truth from lies, And God makes open what the world doth blind.
MADE IN THE PBIME OF HIS PENANCE.
With sweating brows I long havo plough'd the sands;
My seed was youth, my crop was endless care;
Repent hath sent me home with empty hands
At last, to tell how rife our follies are;
The silent thoughts *i of my repentant years,
* sackUta] i. e. guiltless.
f 'miss] For ami**, i. o. fault.
I secret-searching] The 4to. "searching."—I adopt the certain correction of Walker (Crit. Exam, of the tuA of Shakespeare, ii. 266), who compares "heaven's secretsearching eye " in our author's Canzone, p. 296, sec. col.
I approve] i. e. prove.
|| The] Qy. "That"!
1 thoughts] The 4to. "thought"
In prime of youth a rose, in age a weed.
Dead to delights, a foo to fond conceit,
CALLED HIS PARTING BLOW.
Reason, that long in prison of my will
Hast wept thy mistress' wants and loss of time,
Thy wonted Biege * of honour safely climb;
To thee I yield as guilty of mine ill.
Lo, fetter'd in their tears, mine eyes are prostt
To pay due homage to their native guide:
My wretched heart, wounded with bad betide,
To crave his peace from reason is addrest.
My thoughts ashom'd, since by themselves con
EURTMACHUS' FANCY IN THE PRIME
When lordly Saturn, in a sable robe,
As Phao, so a ferryman I was;
• siege] 1. o. seat.
When want of work did give me leave to rest,
For why *
I scorn'd to love; for were the nymph as fair
As thus I sat, disdaining of proud Love,
I stirr'd my boat, and when I came to shore,
"My friend," quoth she," sweet ferryman, behold.
With that she smil'd with such a pleasing face
Said thus, •' So light the ferryman for love doth care, As Venus pass not, if she pay no fare."
* For vhy] i. o. Because.
At this a frown sat on her angry brow;
She winks upon her wanton son hard by;
He from his quiver drew a bolt of fire,
And aim'd so right as that ho piere'd mine eye;
Straight then I lean'd mine ear upon mine arm,*
When I was lodg'd within the net of love,
Away they fling, and looking coyly back,
At lost I feel it is the flame of love,
I sat, And sighing did fair Venus' laws approve, And swore no thing so sweet and Bout as love.
As though that he,
Distress'd sat he.
A misty fog had thicken'd all the air;
As though that she
Her nymphs and she.
Mars malcontent lay sick on Venus' knee;
'Twas fate's decree;
Thus wroth was he.
My mistress deigns to show her sun-bright face,
So that when she
When her they see.
Venus and Mars agreed in a smile,
To see this glee.
smile! Such wonders can her beauteous looks compile To clear the world from any froward lour;
Ah, blest be she!
♦ /air] l.e. beauty.—In the next line but one "arm'd" would seem to be the wrong word. f niid\ L e. would not.
EURYMACHOS IN LAUDEM MIRIMID^E.
Wheh Flora, proud in pomp of all her flowers,
Sat bright and gay,
And did display
With folded arms I trampled through the grass,
Tracing as he
And Love to be,
With mists, Whose damp doth make the clearest eyes grow blind.
Thus in a maze, I spied a hideous flame;
I cast my sight,
With great delight,
I stood amaz'd and wondering at the sight,
While that a dame, That shone like to the heaven's rich sparkling light,
Discours'd the same; And said, "My friend, this worm within the fire
"A salamander is this princely beast:
Deok'd with a crown,
'Gainst Fortune's frown,
"As he, so lovers lie within the fire
Of fervent love,
Nor will not move
Up flew the dame, and vanish'd in a cloud:
But there stood I,
Of love; for why
EADAGON IN DIANAM.
It was a valley gaudy-green,
Green it was,
And did pass
A fount it was that no sun sees,
Set so nigh
As Phoebus' eye
She sat there all in white,
Ought to go,
Her tafTta cassock might you see
Which did show
Hard by her, upon the ground,
Golden hair, And singing all in notes high, "Fie on Venus' flattering eye!
"Fie on love! it is a toy; Cupid witless and a boy;
All his fires,
And desires, Are plagues that God sent down from high To pester men with misery."
As thuB the virgins did disdain
His bow of steel, darts of fire,
He shot amongst them sweet desire,
Which straight flies
In their eyes,
Calisto straight supposed Jove
Scap'd not freo,
Clytie Phoebus, and Chloris' eye
Dian rose with all her maids,
With sighs, all
Show their thrall; And flinging hence pronounce this saw, "What so strong as love's sweet law!"