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You that do search for every purling spring
Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows,
And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows
Near thereabouts, into your poesie wring;
Ye that do dictionary's method bring
Into your rimes, running in rattling rows;
You that poor Petrarch's long-deceased woes
With new-born sighs and denizen'd wit do sing;
You take wrong ways; those far-fet1 helps be
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As do bewray a want of inward touch,

ΤΟ

And sure, at length stol'n goods do come to light: But if, both for your love and skill, your name You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of Fame, Stella behold, and then begin to endite.

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Your words, my friend, right healthful caustics, blame

My young mind marred, whom Love doth wind

lass so;

That mine own writings, like bad servants, show
My wits quick in vain thoughts, in virtue lame;
That Plato I read for nought but-if2 he tame
Such coltish years; that to my birth I owe
Nobler desires, lest else that friendly foe,
Great expectation, wear a train of shame:
For since mad March great promise made of me,
If now the May of my years much decline,
What can be hoped my harvest-time will be?
Sure, you say well, "Your wisdom's golden mine
Dig deep with Learning's spade." Now tell me,
this

Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is?

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ΙΟ

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!

How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav'nly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes

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Morpheus, the lively son of deadly Sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep;

Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep,
That never I with clos'd-up sense do lie,
But by thy work my Stella I descry,
Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep;
Vouchsafe, of all acquaintance, this to tell,
Whence hast thou ivory, rubies, pearl, and gold,
To show her skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?
"Fool!" answers he; "no Inds such treasures
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But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee, Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me."

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Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof shield me from out the
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Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:
O make in me those civil wars to cease;

I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf of noise and blind of light,

A rosy garland and a weary head:

And if these things, as being thine in right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier then else-where, Stella's image see.

ΙΟ

ELEVENTH SONG

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"But the wrongs Love bears will make
Love at length leave undertaking.”
No, the more fools it do shake,
In a ground of so firm making
Deeper still they drive the stake.

"Peace, I think that some give ear! Come no more, lest I get anger!"

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What grief her breast oppresseth

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Alas, I lie: rage hath this error bred; Love is not dead;

Love is not dead, but sleepeth

Where she his counsel keepeth, Till due deserts she find.

Therefore from so vile fancy,
To call such wit a franzie,
Who Love can temper thus,
Good Lord, deliver us!

WOOING STUFF

Faint Amorist, what! dost thou think
To taste Love's honey, and not drink
One dram of gall? or to devour
A world of sweet, and taste no sour?
Dost thou ever think to enter

Th' Elysian fields, that dar'st not venture
In Charon's barge? a lover's mind
Must use to sail with every wind.
He that loves, and fears to try,
Learns his mistress to deny.

Doth she chide thee? 'tis to show it,
That thy coldness makes her do it;
Is she silent? is she mute?
Silence fully grants thy suit;

Doth she pout, and leave the room?
Then she goes to bid thee come;
Is she sick? why then be sure
She invites thee to the cure;

Doth she cross thy suit with No?
Tush, she loves to hear thee woo;
Doth she call the faith of man

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From so ungrateful fancy,

From such a female franzie,

From them that use men thus,

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Hath no warrant to acquire

The dainties of his chaste desire.

HYMN TO APOLLO

Apollo great, whose beams the greater world do

light,

And in our little world do clear our inward

sight,

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At cards for kisses; Cupid paid.

He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,

His mother's doves and team of sparrows:
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose

Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes;
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love, has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

SPRING'S WELCOME

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Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing, Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring; Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring!

HYMN TO APOLLO

Sing to Apollo, god of day,
Whose golden beams with morning play
And make her eyes so brightly shine,
Aurora's face is called divine;
Sing to Phoebus and that throne
Of diamonds which he sits upon.
Io, pæans let us sing

To Physic's and to Poesy's king!

Crown all his altars with bright fire,
Laurels bind about his lyre,

A Daphnean coronet for his head,
The Muses dance about his bed;
When on his ravishing lute he plays,
Strew his temple round with bays.
Io, pæans let us sing

To the glittering Delian king!

FAIRY REVELS

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OMNES. Pinch him, pinch him black and blue; Saucy mortals must not view

What the queen of stars is doing,

Nor pry into our fairy wooing.

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Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red, Till sleep has rocked his addlehead. 4 FAIRY. For the trespass he hath done, Spots o'er all his flesh shall run. Kiss Endymion, kiss his eyes, Then to our midnight heydeguyes.

GEORGE PEELE (1558?-1597?)

SONG OF PARIS AND ENONE

ENONE. Fair and fair, and twice so fair, As fair as any may be;

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PARIS.

None but the lark so shrill and clear;

Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings,

The morn not waking till she sings.

The fairest shepherd on our green,
A love for any lady.

Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
As fair as any may be;
Thy love is fair for thee alone,

And for no other lady.

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