And not unlike but such things happen may,

Sith like effects my Sun eclipsed sendeth.

Witness my throat, made hoarse with thundering cries, And heart, with love's hot flashing lightnings fired: Witness the showers, which still fall from mine

eyes,

And breast, with sighs like stormy winds near rived. Oh shine then once again, sweet Sun, on me,

n

And with thy beams dissolve clouds of despair,
Whereof these raging meteors framed be
In my poor heart, by absence of my fair:

So shalt thou prove thy beams, thy heat, thy light,
To match the Sun in glory, grace, and might.

SONNET IX.

UPON SENDING HER A GOLD RING, WITH THIS POESY,

IF

Pure and endless.

would know the love which I

you

• bear,

you
Compare it to the ring which your fair hand

m that, in the second, but as in the text in the first edition. n Shine then (O) once again, sweet Sun, on me.-edit. 1608. Shine then once again, sweet Sun, on me.-edit. 1602.

。 which you I bear.-edit. 1602.

P with the ring.-edit. 1602.

Shall make more precious, when you shall it wear : So my love's nature you shall understand.

Is it of metal pure? so you shall q prove

My love, which ne'er disloyal thought did stain.
Hath it no end? so endless is my love,

Unless you it destroy with your disdain.
Doth it the purer wax, the more 'tis tried?
So doth my love: yet herein they dissent,
That whereas gold, the more 'tis purified,

By waxing less, doth shew some part is spent ; My love doth wax more pure by your more trying, And yet increaseth in the purifying.

SONNET X.

THE HEART'S CAPTIVITY.

My cruel Dear having captiv'd my heart,
And bound it fast in chains of restless love,
Requires it out of bondage to depart;

Yet is she sure from her it cannot move.

"Draw back," said she, "your hopeless love from me; Your worth requires a far more worthy place; Unto your suit though I cannot agree,

Full many will it lovingly embrace.”

a so shall you prove, in the second, but as in the text in the first edition.

"It may be so, my dear, but, as the Sun,

When it appears, doth make the stars to vanish;
So when yourself into my thoughts do run,
All others quite out of my heart you banish.
The beams of your perfections shine so bright,
That straightway they dispel all others' light."

I. D.

A HYMN IN PRAISE OF NEPTUNE.

This Hymn was sung by Amphitrite, Thamesis, and other SeaNymphs, in Gray's Inn Mask, at the Court, 1594.s

Or Neptune's empire let us sing,
At whose command the waves obey;
To whom the rivers tribute pay,
Down the high mountains sliding:
To whom the scaly nation yields
Homage for the chrystal fields
Wherein they dwell:

And every sea-god pays a gem,
Yearly out of his wat'ry cell,
To deck great Neptune's diadem.

• Signed "Melophilus" in the first edition.

Davison.

See some account of this Mask in the Memoir of Francis This hymn is printed, though very incorrectly, in Nichols's Progresses, v. 3, p. 310, in the Gray's Inn Mask here alluded to.

The Tritons dancing in a ring,
Before his palace gates, do make

The water with their echoes quake,
Like the great thunder sounding:
The Sea-nymphs chaunt their accents shrill,
And the Syrens, taught to kill

With their sweet voice,

Make ev'ry echoing rock reply,
Unto their gentle murmuring noise,

The praise of Neptune's Empiry.

TH. CAMPION.

OF HIS MISTRESS'S FACE.

AND would you see my Mistress' face?
It is a flow'ry garden place :

Where knots of beauty have such grace,
That all is work, and no where space.

It is a sweet delicious morn,
Where day is breeding, never born:
It is a meadow yet unshorn,
Which thousand flowers do adorn.

It is the heaven's bright reflex,
Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex: t

t Weak to dazzle and to vex,-in the second, but as in the text in the first edition.

It is th' idea of her sex,

Envy of whom doth world perplex.

It is a face of death that smiles,
Pleasing, though it kill the whiles;
Where death and love in pretty wiles
Each other mutually beguiles.

It is fair Beauty's freshest youth;
It is a feign'd Elysium's truth;

The spring that winter'd hearts renew'th,

And this is that my soul pursu❜th."

UPON HER PALENESS.

BLAME not my cheeks, though pale with love they be ;

The kindly heat into my heart is flown,

To cherish it, that is dismay'd by thee,
Who art so cruel and unsteadfast grown.
For Nature, call'd for by distressed hearts,
Neglects, and quite forsakes the outward parts.

But they whose cheeks with careless blood are stain'd, Nurse not one spark of love within their hearts;

V

Signed "Th. Campion" in the first edition.

w" Her Paleness."-edit. 1602.

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