INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF MINOR POEMS. A Gentle Shepheard borne in Arcady. Ah Colin, whether on the lowly plaine Ah whither, Loue, wilt thou now carrie mee? . All that is perfect, which th'heauen beautefies As men in Summer fearles passe the foord As that braue sonne of Aeson, which by charmes At last so faire a Ladie did I spie At length, euen at the time, when Morpheus Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine Be nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind Beside the fruitfull shore of muddie Nile Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre Colin my deare, when shall it please thee sing. Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd Collyn I see by thy new taken taske. Come forth ye Nymphes come forth, forsake your watry bowres Cuddie, for shame hold vp thy heauye head I but once loued before, and shee forsooth was a Susanne I loy to see how in your drawen work I saw a fresh spring rise out of a rocke I saw a Phoenix in the wood alone I saw a riuer swift, whose fomy billowes I saw a spring out of a rocke forth rayle I saw a Wolfe vnder a rockie caue I saw a Woman sitting on a beast I saw an vgly beast come from the sea I saw in secret to my Dame. I saw new Earth, new Heauen, sayde Saint John I saw raisde vp on pillers of Iuorie I saw raysde vp on yuorie pillers tall I saw the Bird that can the Sun endure I saw the birde that dares beholde the Sunne. I sing of deadly dolorous debate If so be goods encrease, then dayly encreaseth a goods friends If the blinde furie, which warres breedeth oft. In Summers day, when Phœbus fairly shone 568 562 524 607 603 513 522 514 566 629 574 608 526, 606 524 524 523 608 608 577 608 607 523 524 607 516 626 512 521 564 412 565 577 570 576 569 444 436 471 449 495 523 606 575 Loue is a thing more fell, than full of Gaule, than of Honny Magnificke Lord, whose vertues excellent Maruell not, what I meane to send these Verses at Euensong Me thought I saw the graue, where Laura lay More then most faire, full of the liuing fire Most glorious Lord of lyfe, that on this day My Song thus now in thy Conclusions. Ne may I, without blot of endlesse blame Noble Alexander, when he came to the tombe of Achilles Not the like Virgin againe, in Asia, or Afric, or Europe One day I wrote her name vpon the strand One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe Our merry dayes, by theeuish bit are pluckt, and torne away Penelope for her Vlisses sake Piers, I haue piped erst so long with payne Rapt with the rage of mine owne rauisht thought See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue. See yee the blindefoulded pretie God, that feathered Archer Shall I then silent be or shall I speake ? She, whose high top aboue the starres did sore Soone said, soone writ, soon learnd: soone trimly done in prose, or verse That same is now nought but a champian wide That which I eate, did I ioy, and that which I greedily gorged 547 637 The shepheards boy (best knowen by that name) Then was the faire Dodonian tree far seene There grewe an aged Tree on the greene These heapes of stones, these old wals which ye see These pleasant dayes, and Monthes, and yeares, by stelth do passe apace They that in course of heauenly spheares are skild This holy season fit to fast and pray Thomalin, why sytten we soe. Those prudent heads, that with theire counsels wise Through armes and vassals Rome the world subdu'd To looke vpon a worke of rare deuise. Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes . Venemous tongue, tipt with vile adders sting. Vertue sendeth a man to Renowne, Fame lendeth Aboundaunce Vnquiet thought, whom at the first I bred Vnrighteous Lord of loue, what law is this What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses What might I call this Tree? A Laurell? O bonny Laurell What time the Romaine Empire bore the raine When I behold this tickle trustles state |