I have no hopes but one, Which is of heavenly reign; Effects attain'd, or not desir'd, All lower hopes refrain. I feel no care of coin; Well-doing is my wealth; I clip high climbing thoughts, Sith sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear, I bear so low and small a sail, I wrestle not with Rage, While Fury's flame doth burn; It is in vain to stop the stream, But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end, I turn a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend. And taught with often proof, To be most solace to itself, Spare diet is my fare, My clothes more fit than fine; I envy not their hap, Whom Favour doth advance; To rise by others' fall I deem a losing gain; All states with others' ruins built, To ruin run amain. No change of Fortune's calms Can cast my comforts down; When Fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown. And when in froward mood She proves an angry foe, Small gain I found to let her come; ST. PETER's afflicted mind. By the same. From his "Mæoniæ," 1595. Ir that the sick man groan, Or orphan mourn his loss, If wounded wretch may rue his harms, Or caitiff shew his cross: If heart consum'd with care May utter signs of pain, Then may my breast be Sorrow's home, And tongue with cause complain. My malady is sin, And languor of the mind; Wherein my soul is pin'd. The care of heavenly kind Is dead to my relief; Forlorn, and left, like orphan child, My wounds with mortal smart And prisoner to my own mishaps, My heart is but the haunt, Where all dislikes do keep: And who can blame so lost a wretch, SONG, 1598,a SWEET-heart, arise! why do you sleep, a From "eelks's Ballets and Madrigals," 1598. SONG, 1598. From the same. On the plains, Fairy trains Were a treading measures; Satyrs play'd, Fairies staid, At the stop's set leisures: Nymphs began to come in quickly, Thick and threefold: Now they dance, now they prance, SONG, 1598. From the same. SAY, dainty Dames, shall we go play, And run among the flowers gay; About the valleys and high hills Which Flora with her glory fills? The gentle heart will soon be won, To dance and sport, till day be done. |