INDEX OF OF MINOR POEMS. A Gentle Shepheard borne in Arcady. Ah Colin, whether on the lowly plaine Ah whither, Loue, wilt thou now carrie mee ? As men in Summer fearles passe the foord 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 563 574 525, 606 514 521 бог 460 554 409 550 573 456 562 564 452 571 567 575 570 563 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 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 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 Iohn 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 Phoebus fairly shone grace In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth 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 Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre Like as the seeded field greene grasse first showes Long-while I sought to what I might compare 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 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 Plers, 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 She, whose high top aboue the starres did sore Shepheards that wont on pipes of oaten reed Soone after this I saw an Elephant Soone said, soone writ, soon learnd: soone trimly done in prose, or verse Such as the Berecynthian Goddesse bright Sweet is the Rose, but growes vpon a brere 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 Chian Peincter, when he was requirde The famous warriors of the anticke world The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat The prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit brings 567 409 565 411 The same which Pyrrhus, and the puissaunce. 512 |