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Front Matter |
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Alia bellissima sua Signora |
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| Part I. |
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I. |
Fortune, cross-friend to ever-conquering Love |
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II. |
Though I do part, my heart yet doth not part |
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III. |
Like to the blacksome Night, I may compare |
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IV. |
In the Egean dangerous Sea of Love |
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V. |
Great was the strife between the sun on high |
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VI. |
Turned to a stone was he that did bewray |
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VII. |
Down from the neck unto that dainty Breast |
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VIII. |
To give that life, which had not breath before |
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IX. |
Love, being blind, hath wrought me damage sore |
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X. |
If, Laura, thou dost turn ’gainst me in hate |
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XI. |
Upon triumphant chariot, ’passing rare |
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XII. |
The beauty, that in Paradise doth grow |
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XIII. |
Whilst angry Juno, from the scowling skies |
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XIV. |
The swift Meander, turning, winds so fast |
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XV. |
Thou stranger, who with wand’ring steps dost wend |
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XVI. |
If lovely Lass, for Fairing thine, of me |
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XVII. |
Rocked in a cradle, like as infants be |
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XVIII. |
If Sea, no other thing doth shew to be |
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XIX. |
Lady, the sun was in Aquarius |
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XX. |
What time, with brow, the Loveliest ’gins to scowl |
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XXI. |
Rankle the wound did in my head apace |
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XXII. |
If in the midst of kindling burning fire |
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XXIII. |
The Gentiles used, in sign of sacrifice |
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XXIV. |
For to behold my Sun, I from the sun |
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XXV. |
White was the orient pearl which, on a day |
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XXVI. |
When you appear, appears the Break of Day |
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XXVII. |
Justly of thee, Love partial, I complain |
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XXVIII. |
Diana shineth in the heavens clear |
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XXIX. |
As burnished gold, such are my Sovereign’s Hairs |
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XXX. |
Unto thy favour (which when Nature formed |
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XXXI. |
Lady, thou seemest like Fortune unto me |
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XXXII. |
Thou, merry, laugh’st, and pleasantly dost smile |
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XXXIII. |
Since thou hast changed thy gown and thine attire |
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XXXIV. |
Changed is my nature in me; where before |
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XXXV. |
Far better had it been, I had been dead |
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XXXVI. |
Sweet sang thy bird, in ebon cage shut fast |
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XXXVII. |
If white ’s the Moon, thou Laura seem’st as white |
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XXXVIII. |
Even as the lamp goeth out, that oil doth want |
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XXXIX. |
Seated on marble was my Lady blithe |
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XL. |
No more a man, as once I was, am I |
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Conclusion: |
The Macedonian Monarch once did deign |
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| Part II. |
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I. |
If I somewhile look up into the Skies |
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II. |
Marvel I do not, though thou dost not see |
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III. |
If whilom, in times past, that Spartan Lass |
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IV. |
Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes! |
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V. |
If what is heavy craves the Centre base |
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VI. |
Lady, what time I seek in mournful note |
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VII. |
As rocks become, exposed ’gainst waves and wind |
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VIII. |
Hark, Lovers! Hark, a strange miracle |
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IX. |
When I did part from thee the other night |
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X. |
My mourning Mistress’s garments, black doth bear |
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XI. |
If April fresh doth kindly give us flowers |
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XII. |
Drawn, cunning Painter, hast thou with great art |
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XIII. |
When first the cruel Fair deigned graciously |
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XIV. |
When first the sun did shine upon her eyes |
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XV. |
The dusky cloud in sky, with shadow dark |
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XVI. |
From milk of Juno, as the Poets feign |
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XVII. |
Of constant love, I am the wasted fire |
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XVIII. |
My Laura wonders that, in visage pale |
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XIX. |
Whilst foaming steed I spur unto the quick |
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XX. |
Rich is the diamond, a gem of price |
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XXI. |
The Grecians used to offer up their hair |
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XXII. |
One lovely glance, which from the eyes did pass |
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XXIII. |
Two winds, one calm, another fierce, to see |
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XXIV. |
No sooner do I earnest fix mine eyes |
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XXV. |
O that I were sly Proteus! for to take |
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XXVI. |
Say, gentle friend, tell me in courtesy |
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XXVII. |
The Blazing Star foretells the hapless fall |
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XXVIII. |
The Crow makes war with the Chameleon |
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XXIX. |
Amongst the Parthians is a kind of ground |
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XXX. |
Love, ope my heart! Hot fire thou forth shall take |
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XXXI. |
Unto an Image may I right compare |
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XXXII. |
Both gems, and pearls, their proper value have |
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XXXIII. |
If love, wherein I burn, were but a fire |
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XXXIV. |
Rivers unto the Sea do tribute pay |
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XXXV. |
Such is the virtue of the sunny heat |
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XXXVI. |
The blood of fair Adonis, Venus changed |
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XXXVII. |
An ocean Sea of water calm am I |
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XXXVIII. |
Rich Damask Roses in fair cheeks do bide |
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XXXIX. |
Th’ immortal Parcæ, fatal Sisters three |
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XL. |
The heavens, their restless sphere do always move |
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Conclusion: |
Thus is the Second Course now servèd in |
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| Part III. |
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I. |
Who joys in love? The Heart alone, to see |
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II. |
What crimson gown, with drops of blood ywrought |
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III. |
The flaming torch, a shadow of the light |
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IV. |
Pardoned of every wicked fact was he |
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V. |
If thou art cold, as is the Winter’s snow |
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VI. |
The cruel Nero used on golden hook |
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VII. |
When She was born; She came, with smiling eye |
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VIII. |
In Love his kingdom great, two Fools there be |
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IX. |
No sooner Laura mine appears to me |
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X. |
Phœbus had once a bird, his chief delight |
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XI. |
In silver stream, on shallow fountain’s shelf |
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XII. |
Joy of my soul! My blindfold eyes’ clear light! |
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XIII. |
Painter, in lively colours draw Disdain! |
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XIV. |
With gold and rubies glistereth her small hand |
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XV. |
A gentle tame deer am I, called a Hart |
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XVI. |
The golden tresses of a Lady fair |
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XVII. |
Sweet Laura, in the water look no more |
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XVIII. |
If, cruel, thou desirous art of blood |
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XIX. |
That ivory hand, a fan most white doth hold |
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XX. |
The snakes, amongst themselves, so carefully |
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XXI. |
Laura is fair and cruel both in one |
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XXII. |
The snow-white Swan betokens brightsome Day |
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XXIII. |
Say, Cupid, since thou wings so swift dost bear |
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XXIV. |
On quicksedge wrought with lovely eglantine |
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XXV. |
Gold upon gold, mine only Joy did plate |
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XXVI. |
The heavens begin, with thunder, for to break |
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XXVII. |
“Love this fair Lass!” said Love once unto me |
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XXVIII. |
My Mistress writing, as her hand did shake |
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XXIX. |
None dares now look more on my Laura’s face |
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XXX. |
Unbare that ivory Hand! Hide it no more! |
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XXXI. |
“My Mistress seems but brown,” say you to me |
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XXXII. |
White art thou, like the mountain-snow to see |
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XXXIII. |
As sacrifice unto a goddess bright |
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XXXIV. |
Strange is this thing! My horse I cannot make |
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XXXV. |
When I, of my sweet Laura leave did take |
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XXXVI. |
With thousand bands of furious inward heat |
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XXXVII. |
If scalding sighs, my faith may testify |
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XXXVIII. |
The hapless Argus, happy in this same |
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XXXIX. |
In vasty sea, fain would my slender Muse |
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XL. |
When I did part, my soul did part from me |
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Conclusion: |
Timantes, when he saw he could not paint |
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A Friend’s just Excuse about the Book and [the] Author; in his absence |
