Who would not then a simple Shepheard bee, Rather than be a mightie Monarch made? Since he inioyes such perfect libertie, As neuer can decay, nor neuer fade: He seldome sits in dolefull Cypresse shade, But liues in hope, in ioy, in peace, in blisse: Ioying all ioy with this content of his. But now good-fortune lands my little Boate Vpon the shoare of his desired rest: Now I must leaue (awhile) my rurall noate, To thinke on him whom my soule loueth best; He that can make the most vnhappie blest: In whose sweete lap He lay me downe to sleepe, And neuer wake till Marble-stones shall weepe. _FINIS._ [Illustration] [Illustration] SONNET. [Illustration] Loe here behold these tributarie Teares Paid to thy faire, but cruell tyrant Eyes; Loe here the blossome of my youthfull yeares, Nipt with the fresh of thy Wraths winter, dyes, Here on Loues Altar I doo offer vp This burning hart for my Soules sacrifice; Here I receaue this deadly-poysned Cu[p] Of _Circe_ charm'd; wherein deepe Magicke lyes. Then Teares (if thou be happie Teares indeed), And Hart (if thou be lodged in his brest), And Cup (if thou canst helpe despaire with speed); Teares, Hart, and Cup conjoyne to make me blest: Teares moue, Hart win, Cup cause, ruth, loue, desire, In word, in deed, by moane, by zeale, by fire. _FINIS._ [Illustration] [Illustration] THE COMPLAINT OF CHASTITIE. Briefely touching the cause of the death of _Matilda Fitzwalters_ an English Ladie; sometime loued of King _Iohn_, after poysoned. The Storie is at large written by _Michael Dreyton_. [Illustration] You modest Dames, inricht with Chastitie. Maske your bright eyes with _Vestaes_ sable Vaile, Since few are left so faire or chast as shee; (Matter for me to weepe, you to bewaile): For manie seeming so, of Vertue faile; Whose louely Cheeks (with rare vermillion tainted) Can neuer blush because their faire is painted. O faire-foule Tincture, staine of Woman-kinde, Mother of Mischiefe, Daughter of Deceate, False traitor to the Soule, blot to the Minde, Vsurping Tyrant of true Beauties seate, Right Cousner of the eye, lewd Follies baite, The flag of filthines, the sinke of shame, The Diuells dye, dishonour of thy name. Monster of Art, Bastard of bad Desier, Il-worshipt Idoll, false Imagerie, Ensigne of Vice, to thine owne selfe a lier, Silent Inchaunter, mindes Anatomie, Sly Bawd to Lust, Pandor to Infamie, Slaunder of Truth, Truth of Dissimulation; Staining our Clymate more than anie Nature.