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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"

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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!"
By these I slipp'd from virtue's holy track,
That leads unto the highest crystal sphere;
By these I fell to vanity and wrack,
And as a man forlorn with sin and fear,

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.

ISABEL'S SONNET,

THAT sin: Madi; IN PMBON.
No storm so sharp to rent the littlo reed,
For seld it breaks, though every way it bend;
The fire may heat, but not consume the flint;
The gold in furnace purer is indeed;
Report, that seld to honour is a friend,
May many lies against true meaning mint,

But yet at last

'Gainst slander's blast
Truth doth the silly sackless * soul defend.

Though false reproach seeks honour to distain,
And envy bites the bud though ne'er so pure;
Though lust doth seek to blemish chaste desire,
Yet truth that brooks not falsehood's slanderous
Nor can the spite of envy's wrath endure, [stain,
Will try true love from lust in justice' fire,

And, maugre all,

Will free from thrall
The guiltless soul that keeps his footing sure.

Where innocence triumpheth in her prime,
And guilt cannot approach the honest mind;
Where chaste intent is free from any 'miss.t
Though envy strive, yet secret-searching J time
With piercing insight will the truth outfind,
And make discovery who the guilty is;

For time still tries

The truth from lies, And God makes open what the world doth blind.

FRANCESCO'S SONNET,

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;
And time hath left experience to approve, §
The || gain is grief to those that traffic love.

The silent thoughts *i of my repentant years,
That fill my head, have call'd me home at lost;
Now Love unmask'd a wanton wretch appears,
Begot by guileful thought with over-haste;

* 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.
That for a minute's joy pays endless need.

Dead to delights, a foo to fond conceit,
Allied to wit by want and sorrow bought,
Farewell, fond youth, long foster'd in deceit;
Forgive me, time, disguis'd in idle thought;
And, love, adieu: lo, hasting to mine end,
I find no time too late for to amend 1

FRANCESCO'S SONNET,

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

sum'd,
Have done their duty to repentant wit:
Ashom'd of all, sweet guide, I sorry sit,
To see in youth how I too far presum'd.
Thus he whom love and error did betray,
Subscribes to thee, and takes the better way.

EURTMACHUS' FANCY IN THE PRIME
OF HIS AFFECTION.

When lordly Saturn, in a sable robe,
Sat full of frowns and mourning in the west,
The evening-star scarce peep'd from out her lodge,
And Phoebus newly gallop'd to his rest;

Even then

Did I
Within my boat sit in the silent streams,
All void of cares as he that lies and dreams.

As Phao, so a ferryman I was;
The country-lasses said I was too fair:
With easy toil I labour'd at mine oar,
To pass from side to side who did repair;

And then

Did I
For pains take pence, and Charon-like transport
As soon the swain as men of high import.

siege] 1. o. seat.
t prut] L e. ready.

When want of work did give me leave to rest,
My sport was catching of the wanton fish:
So did I wear the tedious time away,
And with my labour mended oft my dish;

For why *

I thought
That idle hours were calendars of ruth,
And time ill-spent was prejudice to youth.

I scorn'd to love; for were the nymph as fair
As she that lov'd the beauteous Latmian swain,
Her face, her eyes, her tresses, nor her brows
Like ivory, could my affection gain;

For why

I said
With high disdain, "Love is a base desire,
And Cupid's flames, why, they're but watery fire.'

As thus I sat, disdaining of proud Love,
"Have over, ferryman," there cried a boy;
And with him was a paragon for hue,
A lovely damsel, beauteous and coy;

And there

With her
A maiden, cover'd with a tawny veil,''
Her face unseen for breeding lovers' bale.

I stirr'd my boat, and when I came to shore,
The boy was wing'd; methought it was a wonder;
The dame had eyes like lightning, or the flash
That runs before the hot report of thunder;

Her smiles

Were sweet,
Lovely her face; was ne'er so fair a creature,
For earthly carcass had a heavenly feature.

"My friend," quoth she," sweet ferryman, behold.
We three must pass, but not a farthing fare;
But I will give, for I am Queen of love,
The brightest lass thou lik'st unto thy share;

Choose where

Thou lov'st,
Be she as fair as Love's sweet lady is,
She Bhall bo thine, if that will be thy bliss."

With that she smil'd with such a pleasing face
As might have made the marble rock relent;
But I, that triumph'd in disdain of love,
Bade fie on him that to fond love was bent,

And then

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;

And then

Did sho
Draw down the veil that hid the virgin's face,
Whose heavenly beauty lighten'd all the place.

Straight then I lean'd mine ear upon mine arm,*
And look'd upon the nymph (if so) was fair;
Her eyes were stars, and like Apollo's locks
Methought appear'd the trammels of her hair:

Thus did

I gaze
And suck'd in beauty, till that sweet desire
Cast fuel on, and set my thought on fire.

When I was lodg'd within the net of love,
And that they saw my heart was all on flame,
The nymph away, and with her trips along
The winged boy, and with her goes his dame:

0, then

I cried,
"Stay, ladies, stay, and take not any care,
You all shall pass, and pay no penny fare."

Away they fling, and looking coyly back,
They laugh at me, 0, with a loud disdain!
I send out sighs to overtake the nymph,t
And tears, as lures, to call them back again;

But they

Fly thence;
But I sit in my boat, with hand on oar,
And feel a pain, hut know not what's the sore.

At lost I feel it is the flame of love,
I strive, but bootless, to express the pain;
It cools, it fires, it hopes, it fears, it frets,
And stirreth passions throughout every vein;

That down

I sat, And sighing did fair Venus' laws approve, And swore no thing so sweet and Bout as love.

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As though that he,
Perplex'd for Clytie, meant to leave his place,
And wrapt in sorrows did resolve to die,
For death to lovers' woes is ever nigh:
Thus folded in a hard and mournful laze

Distress'd sat he.

A misty fog had thicken'd all the air;
Iris sat solemn and denied her showers;
Flora in tawny hid up all her flowers,
And would not diaper her meads with fair,*

As though that she
Were arm'd upon the barren earth to lour;
Unto the founts Diana nild t repair,
But eat, as overshadon'd with despair,
Solemn and sad within a wither'd bower,

Her nymphs and she.

Mars malcontent lay sick on Venus' knee;
Venus in dumps sat muffled with a frown;
Juno laid all her frolic humours down,
And Jove was all in dumps as well as she:

'Twas fate's decree;
For Neptune, as he meant the world to drown,
Heav'd up his surges to the highest tree,
And, leagu'd with .Eul, marr'd the seaman's glee,
Beating the cedars with his billows down;

Thus wroth was he.

My mistress deigns to show her sun-bright face,
The air clear'J up, the clouds did fade away;
Phoebus was frolic when she did display
The gorgeous beauties that her front do grace:

So that when she
But walk'd abroad, the storms then fled away;
Flora did checker all her treading-place,
And Neptune calm'd the surges with his mace;
Diana and her nymphs were blithe and gay

When her they see.

Venus and Mars agreed in a smile,
And jealous Juno ceased now to lour;
Jove saw her face, and sighed in his bower;
Iris and iEol laugb['d] within a while

To see this glee.
Ah, born was she within a happy hour,
That makes heaven, earth, and gods, and all, to

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 gloried in the dew of Iris' showers,

And did display
Hor mantle checker'd all with gaudy green;

Then I

Alone
A mournful man in Erecyne was seen.

With folded arms I trampled through the grass,

Tracing as he
That held the throne of Fortuno brittle glass,

And Love to be,
Like Fortune, fleeting as the restless wind,

Mixed

With mists, Whose damp doth make the clearest eyes grow blind.

Thus in a maze, I spied a hideous flame;

I cast my sight,
And saw where, blithely bathing in the same

With great delight,
A worm did lie, wrapt in a smoky sweat,

And yet

'Twas strange,
It careless lay and shrunk not at the heat.

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

Which lies

Content,
Is Venus' worm, and represents desire.

"A salamander is this princely beast:

Deok'd with a crown,
Given him by Cupid as a gorgeous crest

'Gainst Fortune's frown,
Content he lies and bathes him in the flame,

And goes

Not forth,
For why he cannot live without the same.

"As he, so lovers lie within the fire

Of fervent love,
And shrink not from the flame of hot desire,

Nor will not move
From any heat that Venus' force imparts,

But lie

Content
Within a fire, and waste away their hearts."

Up flew the dame, and vanish'd in a cloud:

But there stood I,
And many thoughts within my mind did shroud

Of love; for why
I felt within my heart a scorching fire,

And yet,

As did
The salamander, 'twas my whole desire.

EADAGON IN DIANAM.

It was a valley gaudy-green,
Where Dian at the fount was seen;

Green it was,

And did pass
All other of Diana's bowers
In the pride of Flora's flowers.

A fount it was that no sun sees,
Circled in with cypress-trees,

Set so nigh

As Phoebus' eye
Could not do the virgins scathe,
To see thorn naked when they bathe.

She sat there all in white,
Colour fitting her delight:

Virgins so

Ought to go,
For white in armory is plac'd
To be the colour that is chaste.

Her tafTta cassock might you see
Tucked up above her knee,

Which did show

There below
Legs as white as whales-bone;
So white and chaste were never none.

Hard by her, upon the ground,
Sat her virgins in a round,

Bathing their

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
Lovers' joy and lovers' pain,

Cupid nigh

Did espy,
Grieving at Diana's song,
Slyly stole these maids among.

His bow of steel, darts of fire,

He shot amongst them sweet desire,

Which straight flies

In their eyes,
And at the entrance made them start,
For it ran from eye to heart.

Calisto straight supposed Jove
Was fair and frolic for to love;

Dian she

Scap'd not freo,
For, well I wot, hereupon
She lov'd the swain Endymion;

Clytie Phoebus, and Chloris' eye
Thought none so fair as Mercury:
Venus thus
'Did discuss
By her son in darts of fire,
None so chaste to check desire.

Dian rose with all her maids,
Blushing thus at love's braids : *

With sighs, all

Show their thrall; And flinging hence pronounce this saw, "What so strong as love's sweet law!"

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