Being one

day at my window all alone,

So many strange things hapned me to see, As much it grieueth me to thinke thereon. At my right hande, a Hinde appearde to me, So faire as mought the greatest God delite : Two egre Dogs dyd hir pursue in chace, Of which the one was black, the other white. With deadly force so in their cruell race They pinchte the haunches of this gentle beast, That at the last, and in shorte time, I spied, Vnder a rocke, where she (alas) opprest, Fell to the grounde, and there vntimely dide. Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie, Oft makes me waile so harde a destinie.

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Fter at Sea a tall Ship dyd appere,
Made all of Heben and white Iuorie,
The sailes of Golde, of Silke the tackle were :
Milde was the winde, calme seemed the sea to be :
The Skie eche where did shew full bright and faire.
With riche treasures this gay ship fraighted was.
But sodaine storme did so turmoyle the aire,
And tombled up the sea, that she, alas,
Strake on a rocke that under water lay.
O great misfortune, O great griefe, I say,
Thus in one moment to see lost and drownde
So great riches, as lyke can not be founde.

Hen heavenly branches did I see arise,
Out

Tour earyoush arar custy Laurell trees

Amidde the yong grene wood. Of Paradise
Some noble plant I thought my selfe to see,
Suche store of birdes therein yshrouded were,
Chaunting in shade their sundry melodie.
My sprites were rauisht with these pleasures there.
While on this Laurell fixed was mine eye,
The Skie gan euery where to ouercast,
And darkned was the welkin all aboute,
When sodaine flash of heauens fire outbrast,
And rent this royall tree quite by the roote.
Which makes me much and euer to complaine,
For no such shadow shal be had againe.

Within this wood, out of the rocke did rise

A Spring of f water mildely romblyng downe,

Whereto approched not in any wise
The homely Shepherde, nor the ruder cloune,
But many Muses, and the Nymphes withall,
That sweetely in accorde did tune their voice
Vnto the gentle sounding of the waters fall.
The sight wherof dyd make my heart reioyce.
But while I toke herein my chiefe delight,
I sawe (alas) the gaping earth deuoure

The Spring, the place, and all cleane out of sight.
Whiche yet agreues my heart euen to this houre.

Saw a

I wa

Phœnix in the wood alone,

With purple wings and crest of golden hew, Straunge birde he was, wherby I thought anone, That of some heavenly wight I had the vew : Vntill he came unto the broken tree

And to the spring that late deuoured was.
What say I more? Eche thing at length we see
Doth passe away : the Phœnix there, alas,
Spying the tree destroyde, the water dride,
Himselfe smote with his beake, as in disdaine,
And so forthwith in great despite he dide.
For pitie and loue my heart yet burnes in paine.
T last

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so faire a Ladie did I spie,

That in thinking on hir I burne and quake,

On herbes and floures she walked pensiuely.
Milde, but yet loue she proudely did forsake.
White seemed hir robes, yet wouen so they were,
As snowe and golde together had bene wrought.
Aboue the waste a darke cloude shrouded hir,
A stinging Serpent by the heele hir caught,
Wherewith she languisht as the gathered floure :
And well assurde she mounted up to joy.
Alas in earth so nothing doth endure
But bitter griefe that dothe our hearts anoy.

T was the time when rest the gift of Gods

Is was the time rest the

of men, Doth drowne in the forgetfulnesse of slepe, The carefull trauailes of the painefull day : Then did a ghost appeare before mine eyes On that great riuers banke that runnes by Rome, And calling me then by my propre name,

He bade me vpwarde unto heauen looke.
He cride to me, and loe (quod he) beholde,
What under this great Temple is containde,
Loe all is nought but flying vanitie.
So I knowing the worldes vnstedfastnesse,
Sith onely God surmountes the force of tyme,
In God alone do stay my confidence.

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N hill, a frame an hundred cubites hie
I sawe, an hundred pillers eke about,

All of fine Diamant decking the front,
And fashiond were they all in Dorike wise.
Of bricke, ne yet of marble was the wall,
But shining Christall, which from top to base
Out of deepe vaute threw forth a thousand rayes
Vpon an hundred steps of purest golde.
Golde was the parget: and the sielyng eke
Did shine all scaly with fine golden plates.
The floore was Iaspis, and of Emeraude.
O worldes vainenesse. A sodein earthquake loe,
Shaking the hill euen from the bottome deepe,

Threwe downe this building to the lowest stone.

Then
Hen did appeare to me a sharped spire
Of diamant, ten feete eche way in square,

Iustly proportionde up unto his height,
So hie as mought an Archer reache with sight.
V pon the top therof was set a pot
Made of the mettall that we honour most.
And in this golden vessell couched were
The ashes of a mightie Emperoúr.

Vpon foure corners of the base there lay
To beare the frame, foure great Lions of golde.
A worthie tombe ombe for such a worthie corps.
Alas, nought in this worlde but griefe endures.
A sodaine tempest from the heauen, I saw,
With flushe stroke downe this noble monument.

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were

Saw raisde up on pillers of luorie, Whereof the bases of richest golde, The chapters Alabaster, Christall frises, The double front of a triumphall arke. On eche side portraide was a victorie. With golden wings in habite of a Nymph. And set on hie vpon triumphing chaire, The auncient glorie of the Romane lordes. The worke did shewe it selfe not wrought by But rather made by his owne skilfull hande That forgeth thunder dartes for Ioue his sire. Let me no more see faire thing under heauen, Sith I haue seene so faire a thing as this, With sodaine falling broken all to dust.

Then

man,

I behelde the faire Dodonian tree, V pon seuen hilles throw forth his gladsome

shade,

And Conquerers bedecked with his leaves Along the bankes of the Italian streame. There many auncient Trophees were erect, Many a spoile, and many goodly signes, To shewe the greatnesse of the stately race, That erst descended from the Troian bloud.

Rauisht I was to see so rare a thing,
When barbarous villaines in disordred heape,
Outraged the honour of these noble bowes.
I hearde the tronke to grone under the wedge.
And since I saw the roote in hie disdaine
Sende forth againe a twinne of forked trees.

I

Saw the birde that dares beholde the Sunne, With feeble flight venture to mount to heauen. By more and more she gan to trust hir wings, Still folowing th' example of hir damme : I saw hir rise, and with a larger flight Surmount the toppes euen of the hiest hilles, And pierce the cloudes, and with hir wings to reache The place where is the temple of the Gods, There was she lost, and sodenly I saw Where tombling through the aire in lompe of fire, All flaming downe she fell vpon the plaine. I saw hir bodie turned all to dust,

And saw the foule that shunnes the cherefull light Out of hir ashes as a worme arise.

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Hen all astonned with this nightly ghost, I saw an hideous body big and strong, Long was his beard, and side did hang his hair, A grisly forehed and Saturnelike face. Leaning against the belly of a pot He shed a water, whose outgushing streame Ran flowing all along the creekie shoare Where once the Troyan Duke with Turnus fought. And at his feete a bitch Wolfe did giue sucke To two yong babes. In his right hand he bare The tree of peace, in left the conquering Palme, His head was garnisht with the Laurel bow. Then sodenly the Palme and Oliue fell,

And faire greene Laurel witherd up and dide.

HArd by a rivers side, a wailing Nimphe,

Folding hir armes with thousand sighs to
heauen

Did tune hir plaint to falling riuers sound,
Renting hir faire visage and golden haire,
Where is (quod she) this whilome honored face?
Where is thy glory and the auncient praise,
Where all worldes hap was reposed,
When erst of Gods and man
eposea,
I worshipt was ?
Alas, suffisde it not that ciuile bate
Made me the spoile and bootie of the world
But this new Hydra mete to be assailde
Euen by an hundred such as Hercules,
With seuen springing heds of monstrous crimes,
So many Neroes and Caligulaes

Must still bring forth to rule this croked shore.

Which of incense of precious Ceder tree
With Balmelike odor did perfume the aire.
A bird all white, well fetherd on hir winges
Hereout did flie up to the throne of Gods,
And singing with most plesant melodie
She climbed up to heauen in the smoke.
Of this faire fire the faire dispersed rayes
Threw forth abrode a thousand shining leames,
When sodain dropping of a golden shoure
Gan quench the glystering flame. O greuous
chaunge!

That which erstwhile so pleasaunt scent did yelde,
Of Sulphure now did breathe corrupted smel.

The mightie Dragon gaue to hir his power.
of hir heads yet there I did espie,
Still freshly bleeding of a grievous wounde.
One cride aloude. What one is like (quod he)
This honoured Dragon, or may him withstande ?
And then came from the sea a sauage beast,
With Dragons speche, and shewde his force by fire,
With wondrous signes to make all wights adore
The beast, in setting of hir image vp.

Saw

Woman sitting on a beast

I Bera minnan sitting once belusur hew:

Horrour and dreadfull name of blasphemie
Filde hir with pride. And seuen heads I saw,
Ten hornes also the stately beast did beare.
She seemde with glorie of the scarlet faire,
And with fine perle and golde puft up in heart.
The wine of hooredome in a cup she bare.
The name of Mysterie writ in hir face.
The bloud of Martyrs dere were hir delite.
Most fierce and fell this woman seemde to me.
An Angell then descending downe from Heauen,
With thondring voice cride out aloude, and sayd,
Now for a truth great Babylon is fallen.

His head did shine with crounes set therupon.
The worde of God made him a noble name.
His precious robe I saw embrued with bloud.
Then saw I from the heaven on horses white,
A puissant armie come the selfe same way.
Then cried a shining Angell as me thought,
That birdes from aire descending downe on earth
Should warre vpon the kings, and eate their flesh.
Then did I see the beast and Kings also
Ioinyng their force to slea the faithfull man.
But this fierce hatefull beast and all hir traine,
Is pitilesse throwne downe in pit of fire.

And loe, the sea (quod he)
The holy Citie of the Lorde, from hye
Descendeth garnisht as a loued spouse.
A voice then sayde, beholde the bright abode
Of God and men. For he shall be their God.
And all their teares he shall wipe cleane away.
Hir brightnesse greater was than can be founde.
Square was this Citie, and twelue gates it had.
Eche gate was of an orient perfect pearle,

A liuely streame, more cleere than Christall is, Ranne through the mid, sprong from triumphant

seat.

There growes lifes fruite unto the Churches good,