But musing thoughts, deep sighs, or tears that flow, Yet blame not, dear, this undissembled passion; But he whose heart, like mine, is thoroughly wounded, UPON HIS ABSENCE FROM HER. THE fairest eye, O eyes in blackness fair! That ever shin'd, and the most heavenly face, The daintiest smiling, the most conquering grace, And sweetest breath that e'er perfumed the air; Those cherry lips,' whose kiss might well repair A dead man's state; that speech which did displace All mean desires, and all affections base, Clogging swift hope, and winging dead despair; That snow-white breast, and all those faultless features, Which made her seem a personage divine, i The cherrist lips.-edit. 1602. k Omitted.-edit. 1610 and 1621. eyne. UPON PRESENTING HER WITH THE SPEECH OF GRAY'S-INN MASK, AT THE COurt, 1595, Consisting of Three Parts-The Story of Proteus' Transformations, The Wonders of the Adamantine Rock, and a Speech to Her Majesty. WHO in these lines may better claim a part, Or to whose view should I this speech impart, Where th' adamantine rock's great power is shown; But to your conq'ring eyes, whose force once known, Makes even iron hearts loath thence to part? Or who of Proteus' sundry transformations, 1 Some observations on this Masque, and of the part taken in it by Francis Davison, will be found in the Memoir of him in this volume. That portion of it which is considered to have been written by Davison is inserted in a subsequent page. ELEGY. HE RENOUNCETH HIS FOOD, AND FORMER DELIGHT IN MUSIC, POESY, AND PAINTING. SITTING at board sometimes, prepared to eat, Another time with careful thought o'erta'en, I thought these thoughts with music's might to chase: But as I'gan to set my notes in frame, A sudden passion did my song displace: Instead of rests, sighs from my heart did rise; Then, when I saw, that these my thoughts increas'd, Whose sweet delights were wont to ease my woe: For trying oft, alas! yet still in vain, To make some pleasant numbers to arise, And beating oft my dullen" weary brain, In hope some sweet conceit for to devise: Out of my mouth no words but groans would come ; Out of my pen no ink but tears would run. Of all my old delights yet one was left ; Of these heart-vexing woes that still me strain'd, From forth mine eyes the blood for colours came, And tears withal to temper so the same. Adieu, my food! that wont'st my taste to please, Adieu, my songs! that bred mine ears' delight; Adieu, sweet Muse! that oft my mind didst ease; Painting, adieu! that oft refresh'd my sight; Since neither taste, nor ears, nor sight, nor mind, In your delights can aught, save sorrow, find. - Dulled. edit. 1608. The proper reading appears to be, "And beating oft my dull and weary brain.” SONNET. TO PITY. WAKE, Pity, wake! for thou hast slept too long Thy needful help, but quickly hear my prayer; By guilty death, will end my guiltless wrong. a This sonnet, in the first edition, concludes thus : |