Ne wilbe moov'd with reafon, or with rewth,
To graunt small refpit to my reftleffe toile;
But greedily her fell intent pourfewth,
Of my poore life to make unpittied fpoile.
Yet my poore life, all forrowes to affoyle,
I would her yield, her wrath to pacify:
But then she feeks, with torment and turmoyle,
To force me live, and will not let me dy.
All paine hath end, and
every war hath peace;
But mine, no price nor prayer may furceafe.

SONNET XII.

ONE day I fought with her hart-thrilling eies
To make a truce, and termes to entertaine;
All fearleffe then of fo falfe enimies,

Which fought me to entrap in treafons traine.
So, as I then difarmed did remaine,
A wicked ambush which lay hidden long,
In the close covert of her guilful eyen,
Thence breaking forth, did thick about me
throng.

Too feeble I t' abide the brunt so strong,
Was forft to yield my felfe into their hands;
Who, me captiving ftreight with rigorous wrong,
Have ever fince kept me in cruell bands.

So, Ladie, now to you I doo complaine,
Against your eies, that iuftice I may gaine.:

SONNET XIII.

IN that proud port, which her fo goodly graceth,
Whiles her faire face the reares up to the fkie,
And to the ground her eie-lids low embaseth,
Moft goodly temperature ye may defcry;
Myld humbleffe, mixt with awfull maiestie.
For, looking on the earth whence fhe was borne,
Her minde remembreth her mortalitie,
Whatfo is fayreft shall to earth returne.

But that fame lofty countenance feemes to fcorne Bafe thing, and thinke how fhe to heaven may clime;

Treading downe earth as lothfome and forlorne, That hinders heavenly thoughts with droffy flime.

Yet lowly ftill vouchfafe to looke on me;
Such lowlineffe fhall make you lofty be.

SONNET XIV.

RETOURNE agayne, my

agayne, my forces late dismayd,

Unto the fiege by you abandon'd quite.

Great shame it is to leave, like one afrayd,

that fame loftie countenance] The modern

XIII. 9.

editions read

that fome lofty countenance."

TODD.

So fayre a peece, for one repulse fo light. 'Gaynft such strong caftles needeth greater

might

Then those small forts which ye were wont belay:
Such haughty mynds, enur'd to hardy fight,
Disdayne to yield unto the first affay.
Bring therefore all the forces that ye may,
And lay inceffant battery to her heart;
Playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, forrow, and dismay;
Those engins can the proudeft love convert:
And, if those fayle, fall down and dy before
her;

So dying live, and living do adore her.

SONNET XV.

YE tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle, Do feeke most pretious things to make your

gain;

And both the Indias of their treasure spoile; What needeth you to feeke so farre in vaine? For loe, my Love doth in her felfe containe All this worlds riches that may farre be found;

XIV. 4.

ii. xi. 14. TODD.

XIV. 6.

peece] Cafile. See the note on F. Q.

belay:] To place in ambush,

fays Dr. Johnfon; but it means, I conceive, to attack. Dr. Johnfon was misled by the editions which read

"Than those small forces &c." TODD.

If Saphyres, loe, her eies be Saphyres plaine, If Rubies, loe, hir lips be Rubies found:

If Pearles, hir teeth he Pearles, both pure round:

If Yvorie, her forhead Yvory weene;

and

If Gold, her locks are finest Gold on ground; If Silver, her faire hands are Silver sheene: But that which faireft is, but few behold, Her mind adornd with vertues manifold.

SONNET XVI.

ONE day as I unwarily did gaze

On thofe fayre eyes, my loves immortall light; The whiles my ftonisht hart stood in amaze, Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight ;

mote perceive how, in her glauncing fight, Legions of Loves with little wings did fly; Darting their deadly arrows, fyry bright, At every rash beholder paffing by. One of those archers closely I did spy, Ayming his arrow at my very hart: When fuddenly, with twincle of her eye, The Damzell broke his mifintended dart. Had the not fo doon, fure I had bene flayne; Yet as it was, I hardly fcap't with paine.

SONNET XVII.

THE glorious pourtraict of that Angels face,
Made to amaze weake mens confused skil,
And this worlds worthleffe glory to embase,
What pen, what pencill, can expreffe her fill?
For though he colours could devize at will,
And eke his learned hand at pleasure guide,
Least, trembling, it his workmanship should
fpill;

Yet many wondrous things there are beside :
The fweet eye-glaunces, that like arrowes glide;
The charming fimiles, that rob fence from the

hart;

The lovely pleafance; and the lofty pride;
Cannot expreffed be by any art.

A greater craftefmans hand thereto doth neede,

That can expreffe the life of things indeed.

SONNET XVIII.

THE rolling wheele that runneth often round, The hardest steele, in tract of time doth teare: And drizling drops, that often doe redound, The firmeft flint doth in continuance weare: