If it be true that our immortall spright Doth with the seasons change his place of rest. Whence comes it that (inforst by furious skies) SONETTO. BY PHOEBE. My boate doth passe the straights Of seas incenst with fire, Of sorrow and despight. For euery oare, he sets A ranke of foolish thoughts, (That thunder still for noughts) Haue split my sayles with feare, With care and heauinesse. A mightie storme of teares, And errour hale the shrowds, No Phoebe from aloft. Time hath subdued art, and ioy is slaue to woe: Alas (Loue's guid), be kind, what shall I perish so? MONTANUS' FIRST SONNET. ALAS, how wander I amidst these woods, I walke, whilest thought (too cruel to my harmes) My silent tongue assailde by secret feare, Oh, Loue, thou guide in my vncertaine way, MONTANUS' SECOND SONNET. WHEN the Dog Full of rage, With his irefull eyes Frownes amidst the skies, The shepheard to asswage The fury of the heat, Himselfe doth safely seat, By a fount Full of faire, Where a gentle breath (Mounting from beneath) Tempreth the aire. . There his flocks Drinke their fill, And with ease repose Whilest sweet sleep doth close Eyes from toylsome ill. But I burne Without rest, No defensiue power Shields from Phoebe's lower: Sorrow is my best. Gentle Loue Lowre no more, If thou wilt inuade, In the secret shade, Labour not so sore. I my selfe And my flocks They their loue to please, I myself to ease, Both leaue the shadie oakes: * Saith Loue, doth so desire. Et florida pungunt. CORIDON'S SONG. A BLYTH and bonny country lasse, Sate sighing on the tender grasse, And weeping said, will none come woo mee? * Sith? A smicker boy, a lyther swaine, Heigh-ho a smicker swaine; That in his loue was wanton faine, With smiling looks straight came vnto her. When as the wanton wench espide, Heigh-ho, when she espide The meanes to make her selfe a bride, His armes about her body twind; And, faire lasse, how faire ye, well? The country kit said, well forsooth, But that I haue a longing tooth, A longing tooth that makes me crie: If that be all, the shepheard said, Ile make thee winne it gentle mayd, |