INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF MINOR POEMS. A Gentle Shepheard borne in Arcady. 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 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 Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares Fayre Thamis streame, that from Ludds stately towne Fresh spring the herald of loues mighty king Gentle Mistresse Anne, I am plaine by nature Happy ye leaues when as those lilly hands Hard by a riuers side, a wailing Nimphe He that hath seene a great Oke drie and dead. High on a hill a goodly Cedar grewe Hope ye my verses that posteritie How long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure I but once loued before, and shee forsooth was a Susanne I Ioy 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 riper 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 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 In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace Innocent paper, whom too cruell hand Is not thilke same a goteheard prowde It fell vpon a holly eue It was the month, in which the righteous Maide Lackyng my loue I go from place to place Leaue lady in your glasse of christall clene Long-while I sought to what I might compare Loue is a thing more fell, than full of Gaule, than of Honny Loue, that long since hast to thy mighty powre Loue, lift me vp vpon thy golden wings Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare Maruell not, what I meane to send these Verses at Euensong Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it Me thought I saw the graue, where Laura lay. More then most faire, full of the liuing fire 569 510 624 575 563 573 574 412 525 568, 576 567 606 413 562 Noble Alexander, when he came to the tombe of Achilles 627 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 523 607 565 564 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 PAGE 596 4II 410 411 480 413 412 564 563 567 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 The antique Babel, Empresse of the East The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring The Panther knowing that his spotted hyde The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat The prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit brings The sacred Muses haue made alwaies clame The same which Pyrrhus, and the puissaunce. 569 571 567 409 565 411 512 |