Faire eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I Could hope, by Cupids help, on you to pray, Since to himselfe he doth your gifts apply, As his maine force, choise sport, and easefull stay!...
My words I know do well set forth my minde; My mind bemones his sense of inward smart; Such smart may pitie claim of any hart; Her heart, sweet heart, is of no tygres kind:...
I on my horse, and Loue on me, doth trie Our horsemanships, while by strange worke I proue A horsman to my horse, a horse to Loue, And now mans wrongs in me, poor beast! descrie....
Stella oft sees the very face of wo Painted in my beclowded stormie face, But cannot skill to pitie my disgrace, Not though thereof the cause herself she know: Yet, hearing late a fable which did show...
I curst thee oft, I pitie now thy case, Blind-hitting Boy, since she that thee and me Rules with a becke, so tyranniseth thee, That thou must want or food or dwelling-place,...
What, haue I thus betray'd my libertie? Can those blacke beames such burning markes engraue In my free side, or am I borne a slaue, Whose necke becomes such yoke of tyrannie?...
Soules ioy, bend not those morning starres from me Where Vertue is made strong by Beauties might; Where Loue is chasteness, Paine doth learn delight, And Humbleness growes one with Maiesty....
You that do search for euery purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flowes, And euery flower, not sweet perhaps, which growes Neere thereabouts, into your poesie wring;...
In nature, apt to like, when I did see Beauties which were of many carrets fine, My boiling sprites did thither then incline, And, Loue, I thought that I was full of thee:...
His mother deere, Cupid offended late, Because that Mars, growne slacker in her loue, With pricking shot he did not throughly moue To keepe the place of their first louing state....
With what sharp checkes I in myself am shent When into Reasons audite I do goe, And by iust counts my selfe a bankrout know Of all those goods which heauen to me hath lent;...
Fly, fly, my friends; I haue my deaths wound, fly; See there that Boy, that murthring Boy I say, Who like a theefe hid in dark bush doth ly, Till bloudy bullet get him wrongfull pray....
Your words, my friend, (right healthfull caustiks), blame My young mind marde, whom Loue doth windlas so; That mine owne writings, like bad seruants, show My wits quicke in vaine thoughts, in vertue lame;...
In highest way of heau'n the Sun did ride, Progressing then from fair Twinnes golden place, Hauing no mask of clouds before his face, But streaming forth of heate in his chiefe pride;...
The curious wits, seeing dull pensiuenesse Bewray it self in my long-settl'd eies Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, With idle paines and missing ayme do guesse....
Rich fooles there be whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow, And damning their own selues to Tantals smart, Wealth breeding want; more rich, more wretched growe:...
Like some weak lords neighbord by mighty kings, To keep themselues and their chief cities free, Do easily yeeld that all their coasts may be Ready to store their campes of needfull things;...
The wisest scholler of the wight most wise By Phoebus doom, with sugred sentence sayes, That vertue, if it once met with our eyes, Strange flames of loue it in our souls would raise;...
Though dustie wits dare scorne Astrologie, And fooles can thinke those lampes of purest light Whose numbers, waies, greatnesse, eternity, Promising wonders, wonder do inuite...
Because I oft in darke abstracted guise Seeme most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite awrie, To them that would make speech of speech arise;...