_To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes._ When as the Sunne eclipsèd is, some say It thunder, lightning, raine, and wind portendeth; And not vnlike but such things happen may, Sith like effects my Sunne eclipsèd sendeth! Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries, And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired: Witnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies, And breast with sighes like stormy winds neare riued. O shine then once againe sweet Sunne on me, And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire, Whereof these raging Meteors framèd be, In my poore heart by absence of my faire. So shalt thou prooue thy beames, thy heate, thy light, To match the Sunne in glory, grace, and might. _Vpon sending her a gold ring with this Posie._ Pure and Endlesse. If you would know the love which I you beare, Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious, when you shall it weare: So my loues nature you shall vnderstand. Is it of mettall pure? so you shall proue My loue, which ne're disloyall thought did staine. Hath it no end? so endlesse is my loue, Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine. Doth it the purer waxe the more tis tride? So doth my loue: yet herein they dissent, That whereas gold the more t'is purifide By waxing lesse, doth shew some part is spent: My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying, And yet encreaseth in the purifying. _The hearts captivitie._ My cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart, And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue: Requires it out of bondage to depart, Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue. Draw backe (said she) your helpeless loue from me, Your worth requires a farre more worthy place: Vnto your suite though I cannot agree, Full many will it louingly embrace. It may be so (my deere) but as the Sunne, When it appeares doth make the starres to vanish! So when your selfe into my thoughts do runne, All others quite out of my heart you banish. The beames of your perfections shine so bright, That straight-way they dispell all other light. I. D. VI. TO GEORGE CHAPMAN ON HIS OVID.[176] [Footnote 176: From "Ovid's Banquet of | SENCE. | A Coronet for his Mistresse Philosophie, and his amorous | _Zodiacke_. | With a translation of a Latine coppie, | written by a Fryer, Anno Dom. 1400. | _Quis leget hæc? Nemo Hercule Nemo, | vel duo vel nemo._ Persius. | AT LONDON, | Printed by J. R. for Richard Smith. _Anno Dom._ 1595. | " See our Memorial-Introduction. G.] _I. D. of the Middle Temple._