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Eing one day at my window all alone,
So many strange things kapned me to see,
As much it grteliueth me to thtnke thereon
At my rtght hande, a Htnde appearde to me,
So fawe as mought the greatest God dehte
Two egre Dogs dyd hr pursue m chace,
Of which the one was blacky the other white
With deadly force so m their cruell race
They ptnchte the haunches of this gentle beast,
Thai at the last, and in shorte time, I spied,
Vnder a rocke, where she (alas) opprest,
FeU to the grounde, and there vntimcly dtde
Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie,
Oft makes me waile so horde a deslime
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Fter at Sea a tall Ship dyd appere,
Made all of Heben and white Iuorte,
The satles of Golde, of Stlke the tackle were
Milde was the winde, calme seemed the sea to be
The She eche where did shew full bright andfatre
With rtche treasures this gay ship fraighted was
But sodatne storme did so turmoyle the aire,
And tombled vp the sea, that she, alas,
Stroke on a rocke that vnder water lay
0 great misfortune, 0 great grufe, 1 say,
Thus in one moment to see lost and drownde
So great riches, as lyke can not be founde
THen heauenly branches did I see arise,
Out of afresh and lusty Laurell tree
Amidde the yong grene wood Of Paradise
Some noble plant 1 thought my selfe to see,
Suche store of birdes therein yshrouded were,
Chaunling in shade their sundry melodie
My sprites were rautshl unth these pleasures there
While on tins Laurell fixed was mine eye,
The She gan euery where to ouercast,
And darkned was the welhn all aboute,
When sodaine flash of heauens fire outbrast,
And rent this royall tree quite by the roote
Whch makes me much and euer to complatne,
For no such shadow shal be had againe
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Twos the time when rest the gift of Gods
Sweetely sliding into the eyes of men,
Doth drowne in the forgetfulnesse ofslepe,
The carefull trauatles of the painefull day
Then did a ghost appeare before mine eyes
On that great nuers banke that runnes by Rome,
And calling me then by my propre name,
Epigrams.
Ithtn this woodt out of the rocke did rise
A Spring of water nuldely romblyng downe,
Whereto approched not in any wise
The homely Shepherde, nor the ruder cloune,
But many Muses, and the Nymphes unthall,
That sweetely m accorde did tune their voice
Vnto the gentle sounding of the waters fall
The sight wherof dyd make my heart rewyce
But while I toke herein my chiefe delight,
I sawe (alas) the gaping earth deuoure
The Spring, the place, and all cleane out of sight
Whiche yet agreues my heart euen to this houre
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Siraange btrde he was, wherby I thought anone,
That ofsonic heauenly wight I had the vew
Vniill he came vnlo die broken tree
And to the spring that late deuoured was
What say I more ? Saw a Phoenix tn the wood alone,
With turtle wines and crest of a olden hew.
Eche thing at length we see
Doth passe away the Phoenix there, alas.
Spying the tree destroyde, the water dride,
Himselfe smote with his beake, as in disdaitie,
And so forthmtli m great despite he dide
hor pitte and hue my heart yet burnes in patne
T last so fair e a Ladie did I spie,
That in thinking on hir I burne and ouake^
On herbes andfloures she ivalked pensiuely
Mxlde, but yet hue she proudely did forsake
White seemed hir robes, yet wouen so they wer
As snowe and golde together had bene wrought
Aboue the waste a darke cloude shrouded hir,
A stinging Serpent by the heele hir caught,
Wherewith she languish as the gathered floure
And well assurde she mounted vp to joy
Alas in earth so nothing doth endure
But bitter griefe that dothe our hearts amy
Y Song thus now m thy Conclusions,
Say boldly that these same six visions
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Sonets.
Do yelde vnto thy lorde a sweete request.
Ere it be long within the earth to rest
He bade me vpwarde vnio heauen looke
He crtde to me, and loe (quod he) beholde,
What vnder this great Temple is contatnde,
Loe all is nought butflytng vamlie
So I knowing the worldes vnsledfastnesse,
Sith onely God surmounies the force of tyme,
In God alone do slay my confidence