ties of them both.

Or venome once the louers mind with grutch, All festes and ioyes that afterwardes befall,

for beuties feese.

SONNET.

THE stately Dames of Rome, their Pearles did

weare,

About their neckes to beautifie their name: But she (whome I doe serue) hir pearles doth beare,

Close in hir mouth, and smiling shewe, the same. No wonder then, though eu'ry word she speakes, A lewell seeme in iudgement of the wise,

Since that hir sugred tongue the passage breakes, Betweene two rockes, bedeckt with pearles of price,

Hir haire of golde, hir front of Iuory,

(A bloody heart within so white a breast)

Hir teeth of Pearle lippes Rubie, christall eye,
Needes must I honour hir aboue the rest:
Since she is fourmed of none other moulde,
But Rubie, Christall, Iuory, Pearle, and Golde.
Ferdinando leronimy,

pect:

With deepe dispaire, with furious frenesie,
Handmaides to her, whome we call ielosie.

For eu'ry other sop of sower chaunce,
Which louers tast amid their sweete delight:
Encreaseth ioye, and doth their loue aduaunce,
In pleasures place, to haue more perfect plight.
The thirstie mouth thinkes water hath good taste,
The hungrie jawes, are pleas'd, with eche repaste:
Who hath not prou'd what dearth by warres doth
growe,

Cannot of peace the pleasaunt plenties knowe.

And though with eye, we see not eu'ry joye,
Yet maie the minde, full well support the same,
And absent life long led in great annoye.
When presence comes, doth turne from griefe to
game,

To serue without reward is thought great paine,
But if dispaire do not therewith remaine,
It may be borne for right rewardes at last,
Followe true seruice, though they come not fast.

Disdaines, repulses, finallie eche ill,
Eche smart, eche paine, of loue eche bitter tast,
To thinke on them gan frame the louers will,
To like eche ioye, the more that comes at last :

This is that sore, this is that poisoned wound, The which to heale, nor salue, nor ointmentes

serue,

Nor charme of wordes, nor Image can be founde,

Nor obseruaunce of starres can it preserue,
Nor all the art of Magicke can preuaile,
Which Zoroactes found for our auaile,
Oh cruell plague, aboue all sorrowes smart,
With desperate death thou sleast the louers heart.

And me euen now, thy gall hath so enfect,
As all the ioyes which euer louer found,
And all good haps, that euer Troylus sect,
Atchieued yet aboue the luckles ground:
Can neuer sweeten once my mouth with mell,
Nor bring my thoughtes, againe in rest to dwell.
Of thy mad moodes, and of naught else I thinke,
In such like seas, faire Bradamant did sincke

FROM THE PRINCELY PLEASURES AT KENELWORTH CASTLE.

SONG.

COME Muses, come, and helpe me to lament, Come woods, come waues, come hils, come doleful dales

Since life and death are both against me bent, Come Gods, come men, beare witnesse of my bales.

O heauenly Nimphs, come helpe my heauy heart: With sighes to see dame pleasure thus depart.

If death or dole, could daunt a deepe desire,

If priuie pangs could counterpoise my plaint: If tract of time, a true intent could tire,

Or cramps of care, a constant minde could taint, O then might I, at will here liue aud sterue: Although my deedes did more delight deserue.

But out alas, no gripes of greefe suffice,.

To breake in twaine this harmelesse heart of mine

For though delight be banisht from mine cies,
Yet liues Desire, whom paines can neuer pine.
O straunge effects, I liue which seeme to die
Yet die to see my deere delight go by.

Then farewell sweet, for whom I taste such sower
Farewell delight, for whom I dwell in dole:
Free will, farewell, farewell my fancies flower,
Farewell content whom cruell cares controle.
Oh farewell life, delightfull death farewell,
I dye in heauen, yet liue in darksome hell.

FROM THE GLASSE OF GOUERNEMENT.

CHORUS TO ACT I.

WHEN God ordeynd the restlesse life of man,
And made him thrall to sundry greeuous cares:
The first borne griefe or sorow that began,
To shew it self, was this: to saue from snares

The pleasant pledge, which God for vs prepares, I meane the seede, and offspring that he giues, To any wight which in this world here lyues.

Few see themselues, but each man seeth his chylde,

Such care for them, as care not for themselfe,
We care for them, in youth when witte is wilde,
We care for them, in age to gather pelf:
We care for them, to keepe them from the shelf
Of such quicke sands, as we our selues first founde,
When headdy will, dyd sett our shippes on grounde.

The care which Christ dyd take to saue his sheepe,

Hath bene compard, to fathers care on child,
And as the hen, her harmles chicks can keepe
From cruell kyte: so must the father shylde
His youthfull Sonnes, that they be not beguylde,
By wicked world, by fleshly foule desire,
Which seruc the deuill, with fewell for his fire.

Fyrst parentes care, to bring their children forth, To breede them then, to bring them vp in youth, To match them eke, with wightes of greatest worth, To see them taught, the trusty tracks of trueth: To braue excesse, from whence all sin ensueth. And yet to geue, enough for common neede, Least lothsome lacke make vice for virtue breede.

Let shame of sinne, thy Childrens bridle be, And spurre them foorth, with bounty wysely used: That difference, each man may plainly see, Tweene parentes care, and maisters bodes abused: So Terence taught, whose lore is not refused,

But yet where youth is prone to follow ill,
There spare the spurre, and use the brydell still.

Thus infinite, the cares of Parentes are. Some care to save their children from myshappe, Some care for welth, and some for honours care, Whereby their Sonnes may sitte in fortunes lappe:

Yet they which cram them so with worldly pappe, Shall see them sterue, when happe of hunger And neuer care, tó geue them heauenly crommes,

comes.

Said Socrates; that man which careth more To leaue his chyld, much good and rych of rent: Then he forseeth, to furnish him with store Of vertues welth, which neuer can be spent: Shall make him lyke, the steed that styll is pent In stable close: which may be fayre in sight, But seldome serues, such horse in field to fight.

So Xenophon, his freend Dan Tully told, And so do here, Phylopoes' and his pheare Phylocalus1, that selfe same lesson hold: They rather loue to leaue their sonnes in feare Of God aboue: then wealth to wallow heare. Which godly care, O God, so deigne to blisse, That men may see how great thy glory is.

1 Characters in the Glass of Gouernement, the object of which is to shew the errours of education. The other chorusses are much in the same strain. C.