Like to Juno's birds of pride, Friends like to black swans appearing, Sooner these than those in hearing. Therefore Pan, if thou mayst be May make treaty to god Pan, That I, without thy denying, May be still to thee relying. Only for my two loves' sake, With their ever-pleasing sight; Of all men to thee retaining, Grant me with those two remaining. So shall I to thee always, With my reeds, sound mighty praise; So I left him in that place, Sir Ed. D. and M. F. G. Learning this among the rest, Void of wishing and repenting. SONNET. LOVE'S SEVEN DEADLY SINS.d By H. C.* MINE eye with all the deadly sins is fraught, 1. First Proud, sith it presum'd to look so high; A watchman being made, stood gazing by, 2. And Idle took no heed till I was caught: 3. And Envious bears envy, that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nigh: 4. To kill my heart, mine eye let in her eye, And so consent gave to a murder wrought: 5. And Covetous, it never would remove From her fair hair, gold so doth please his sight. 6. Unchaste, a bawd between my heart and love: 7. A Glutton eye, with tears drunk every night. These sins procured have a Goddess' ire; Wherefore my heart is damn'd in Love's sweet fire. d Omitted 1st and 2d. * Omitted 3d and 4th. This is supposed to be Henry Constable. SONNET. TO TWO MOST HONOURABLE AND VIRTUOUS LADIES AND By the same. YE Sister Muses, do not yee repine, That I two Sisters do with nine compare; Since each of these is far more truly rare, Than the whole troop of all the heavenly nine. But if ye ask me which is more divine, I answer, like to their twin eyes they are, Of which each is more bright than brightest star. Yet neither doth more bright than other shine. Sisters of spotless fame, of whom alone Malicious tongues take pleasure to speak well, All things in heaven and earth so far excell? INSCRIPTIONS. THISBE. YE woeful Sires, whose causely hate hath bred Grief to yourselves, death to my love and me, • You, 3d and 4th. f You, 3d and 4th. Though cruel stars divide us two one bed, Like as the dart was one, and one the knife, CLYTEMNESTRA TO HER SON ORESTES, Coming to kill her for murdering his Father AGAMEMNON. HOLD, hold thy hand, vile son of viler mother, Stages will play thee, and all mothers curse thee: To wound this womb or breast how art thou able, When the one did bear thee, and the other nurse thee? AJAX. THE HIS sword is mine, or will Laertes' son Win this as he Achilles' armour won? This sword which you, O Greeks, oft bath'd have known In Trojan blood, I'll now bathe in mine own. This fearless breast which all minek enemies fierce Have left unpierc'd, now I myself will pierce. So men shall say, AJAX to none did yield But t' AJAX self, and AJAX AJAX kill'd. Denied, 3d and 4th. h Tother, 4th. i Fearful, 4th. k My, 4th. ROMULUS. No common womb was fit me forth to bring, In fine, the Gods because earth was too base FABRITIUS CURIO, Who refused gold of the Samnites, and discovered to King Pirrhus My famous country values gold far less, No hand loves more than mine to give to many, No heart hates more than mine to take of any. CATO UTICEN, Who slew himself because he would not fall into Cæsar's hands. |