One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe 536
377 PENELOPE, for her Ulisses sake 193 391
LACKYNG my love, I go from place to place Leave, lady! in your glasse of cristall clene Let not one sparke of filthy lustre fyre Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. Like as a ship with dreadfull storm long tost. Like as an Hynd forth singled from the heard Like as the gentle hart it selfe bewrayes. Lo! Collin, here the place whose plesaunt syte Lo! I, the Man whose Muse whylome did maske Loe! I have made a Calender for every yeare. Long languishing in double malady Long-while I sought to what I might compare Love lift me up upon thy golden wings. Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powre 592 Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace 583 Lyke as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. 578 Lyke as the Culver, on the bared bough. 586
Receive, most noble Lord, a simple taste Receive, most Noble Lord, in gentle gree Redoubted Knights, and honorable Dames Redoubted Lord, in whose corageous mind Rehearse to me, ye sacred Sisters Nine Remembrance of that most Heroicke spirit Renowmed Lord, that for your worthinesse Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd Right well I wote, most mighty Soveraine Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire.
SEE! how the stubborne damzell doth deprave 577 Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake 579 Shepheards, that wont, on pipes of oaten reed 559 Silence augmenteth grief, writing encreaseth rage
8 Since did I leave the presence of my love 168 Since I have lackt the comfort of that light 578 So oft as homeward I from her depart 577 So oft as I her beauty doe behold
9 So soone as day forth dawning from the East. 316 Some Clarkes doe doubt in their devicefull
That conning Architect of cancred guyle That Mantuane Poetes incompared spirit The antique Babel, Empresse of the East The Chian Peincter, when he was requirde The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre love, is vaine
The famous Briton Prince and Faery Knight The famous warriors of anticke world The gentle shepheard satte beside a springe The glorious image of the Maker's beautie The glorious pourtraict of that Angels face The joyes of love, if they should ever last The laurel-leafe, which you this day doe weare The love which me so cruelly tormenteth The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring The morow next, so soone as Phoebus Lamp. The noble hart that harbours vertuous thought The Panther, knowing that his spotted hyde. The paynefull smith, with force of fervent heat
The prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit brings
The rolling wheele, that runneth often round The rugged forhead, that with grave foresight The sacred Muses have made alwaies clame The shepheards boy (best knowen by that name)
578 UNQUIET thought! whom at the first I bred. 573 80 Unrighteous Lord of Love, what law is this
9 Upon a day, as Love lay sweetly slumbring
VENEMOUS toung, tipt with vile adders sting 585
WAS it a dreame, or did I see it playne We now have playde (Augustus) wantonly Was it the worke of Nature or of Art 575 Weake is th' assurance that weake flesh re- 412 poseth 577 Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while 188 579 Well said the Wiseman, now prov'd true by this
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