Your privy winks at board I see, The secret sighs, and feigned cheer, I see in whom thy heart doth rest. And though thou mak'st a feigned vow, Yet think, I know as well as thou, The fickle helm doth steer the ship. Thy love, which once I honoured most; If he be wise, he may well guess Thy love soon won will soon be lost. Therefore, leave off thy wonted play, Since as thou art thou wilt appear, Unless thou canst devise a way To dark the sun that shines so clear. And keep thy friend that thou hast won, Lest he at length, as I have done, "A Warning for Woers. "Ye loving worms, come learn of me In time take heed; In fruitless soil sow not thy seed ; The thing that yields but labour lost. If Cupid's dart do chance to light, Where is a breach, Oft times too late doth come the leach: Sparks are put out, When furnace flames do rage about. Where Cupid's fort hath made a way, Except ye use discretion: Like all, love none, First try, then trust, Be not deceiv'd with sinful lust. Some love for wealth, and some for hue, Then must the miller lose his vails: Of grass comes hay, And flowers fair will soon decay: Of ripe comes rotten, In age all beauty is forgotten. Some love too high and some too low, Look not too high, Lest that a chip fall in thine eye: Ye But high or low, may be sure she is a shrew. But, sirs, I use to tell no tales, Each fish that swims doth not bear scales; In every hedge I find not thorns, Nor every beast doth carry horns : I say not so, That every woman causeth woe. That were too broad: Who loves not venom must shun the toad. Who useth still the truth to tell, May blamed be, though he say well; Lay not the fault on woman's back: I must say so, lest I be shent." T. P. ART. XXV. The Phoenix Nest. Built up with the most rare and refined workes of Noblemen, worthy Knights, gallant Gentlemen, Masters of Arts, and brave Schollers. Full of varietie, excellent invention, and singular delight. Never before this time published. Set foorth by R. S. of the Inner Temple, Gentleman. Imprinted at London, by John Jackson. 1593. 4to. R. S. was surmised by Warton* to be RICHARD STAPYLTON. The other apparent contributors to Hist. of E. P. iii. 402. this collection were Edw. Vere, Earl of Oxford, Sir Wm. Herbert, Dr. Lodge, Watson the Sonnetteer, Mathew Roydon, George Peele, Nicholas Breton, and Wm. Smith. The following short specimens, without signature, are creditable to the taste of the compiler, and to the poetical attainments of the age in which he lived. The orthography having been divested of its antiquarianism, leaves the verse not far behind our modern standard, to the eye and ear of a modern reader. The time when first I fell in love, The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content: The day wherein I saw too late The follies of a lover; The hour wherein I found such loss, And last the minute of mishap, Doth make me solemnly protest, A's I with pain do prove, There is no time, year, day, nor hour, Though neither tears nor torments can be thought, To win those joys so worthy to be sought, Yet earnest Love, with longing to aspire To that which Hope holds in so high regard, Makes time delay'd a torment to desire, When Love with Hope forbears his just reward. Then, blessed Hope! haste on thy happy days, T.P. At London. Printed by J. R. for John Flasket, and are to be sold in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of the Beare.. 1600. 4to.-Arms of Bodenham at the back of the title-page. pp. 192. TO HIS LOVING KINDE 'FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN BODENHAM. Wit's Commonwealth, the first fruites of thy paines, Now comes thy Helicon, to make compleate, *This miscellany has been since reprinted entire, in Heliconia. |