Jones, emrys (ed) new oxford book of sixteenth century verse, the

THE NEW OXFORD BOOK OF SIXTEENTH CENTURY EMRYS JONES, Editor OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS THE NEW OXFORD BOOK OF SIXTEENTH-CENTURY VERSE EMRYS JONES is Goldsmiths' Professor of English Literature at the University of Oxford, and a Fellow of New College His publications include Scenic Form in Shakespeare (1971) and The Origins of Shakespeare (1977) This page intentionally left blank THE NEW OXFORD BOOK OF SIXTEENTH CENTURY VERSE Chosen and edited by EMRYS JONES OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS OXPORD UNIVERSITY PRESS Great Clarendon Street, Oxford 0x2 6DP Oxford University Press is a department of the University of Oxford It furthers the University's objective of excellence in research, scholarship, and education by publishing worldwide in Oxford New York Auckland Bangkok Buenos Aires Cape Town Chennai Dar es Salaam Delhi Hong Kong Istanbul Karachi Kolkata Kuala Lumpur Madrid Melbourne Mexico City Mumbai Nairobi Sao Paulo Shanghai Singapore Taipei Tokyo Toronto with an associated company in Berlin Oxford is a registered trade mark of Oxford University Press in the UK and in certain other countries Published in the United States by Oxford University Press Inc., New York Introduction, Notes and Selection © Ernrys Jones 1991 The moral rights of the author have been asserted Database right Oxford University Press (maker) First published 1991 First issued as an Oxford University Press paperback 1992 Reissued 2002 All rights reserved No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of Oxford University Press, or as expressly permitted by law, or under terms agreed with the appropriate reprographics rights organizations Enquiries concerning reproduction outside the scope of the above should be sent to the Rights Department, Oxford University Press, at the address above You must not circulate this book in any other binding or cover and you must impose this same condition on any acquirer British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data Data available Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data The New Oxford book of sixteenth century verse / chosen and edited by Emrys Jones p cm English poetry—Early modern, 1500-1700 Jones, Emrys, 1931— 821'.308-dc20 PR1205.N49 1992 91-46612 ISBN 0-19-280195-3 08 Printed in Great Britain by Clays Ltd, St Ives plc CONTENTS xxv Introduction J O H N SKELTON (c 1460-15 29) from from from from from from 10 The Garland of Laurel To Mistress Isabel Pennell To Mistress Margaret Hussey [My darling dear, my daisy flower] The Bouge of Court 'The sail is up, Fortune ruleth our helm' Philip Sparrow 'Pla ce bar Magnificence [Fancy's song and speech] [The conclusion of the play] Elinour Rumming [Visitors to the ale-house] Speak, Parrot [The opening stanzas] [The conclusion] 18 20 22 26 30 ANONYMOUS 11 The Nutbronm Maid 32 STEPHEN HAWES (l475?-IS23?) from The Pastime of Pleasure 12 [The epitaph of graunde amoure] 13 [Against Swearing] 43 43 ANONYMOUS 14 Western Wind 15 'By a bank as I lay' 44 45 HEATH (first name and dates unknown) 16 'These women all" 46 A T T R I B U T E D TO K I N G H E N R Y V I I I (1491-1547) 17 'Pastime with good company" 18 'Whereto should I express' 19 'Green groweth the holly' 47 48 48 W I L L I A M C O R N I S H (d 1523) 20 'You and I and Amyas' 49 v CONTENTS ANONYMOUS 21 [The juggler and the baron's daughter] 50 SIR T H O M A S M O R E (1477 Or 1478-1535) 22 A Lamentation of Queen Elizabeth 23 Certain metres written by master Thomas More for "The Book of Fortune' 55 A L E X A N D E R B A R C L A Y (l475?-I552) from Eclogues 24 ['The Miseries of Courtiers' Eating in Hall] 62 ANONYMOUS from Scottish Field 25 [The Battle of Flodden] 67 SIR T H O M A S WYATT (c.1503-1542) 26 'And wilt thou leave me thus?' 27 'Madam, withouten many words' 28 'in aeternum' 29 'Whoso list to hunt' 30 'Farewell, Love' 31 'Forget not yet' 32 'Is it possible' 33 'My lute, awake!' 34 'They flee from me' 35 'With serving still' 36 'What should I say' 37 'In court to serve' 38 'Sometime I fled the fire' 39 'Quondam was I' 40 'Who list his wealth and ease retain' 41 'In mourning wise' 42 'Tagus, farewell' 43 'If waker care' 44 'The pillar perished is' 45 'Lucks, my fair falcon' 46 'Sighs are my food' 47 'Throughout the world, if it were sought' 48 'Fortune doth frown' 49 [Part of a Chorus from Seneca's Thyestes] 50 Psalm 130 ['From depth of sin and from a deep despair'] 51 'Mine own John Poyntz' 52 'My mother's maids when they did sew and spin' 53 'A spending hand that alway poureth out' vi 52 '74 74 75 76 76 77 77 78 80 80 81 82 82 82 83 84 86 86 86 87 87 87 88 88 88 89 92 95 CONTENTS A T T R I B U T E D TO SIR T H O M A S WYATT 54 'I am as I am and so will I be' 97 ANONYMOUS from The Court of Lave 55 [The birds' matins and conclusion of the poem] 98 HENRY H O W A R D , EARL OF SURREY (15 17?-1547) 56 57 58 59 60 from 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 'When raging love' 'The soote season' 'Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green' 'Alas, so all things now hold their peace' 'O happy dames' Certain Books of Virgil's '/Eneis' [Creusa] [Dido in love] [The Happy Life] 'So cruel prison' An excellent epitaph of Sir Thomas Wyatt 'Th'Assyrians' king' [Epitaph for Thomas Clere] 102 IO2 103 103 IO4 105 108 109 109 in 112 113 R O B E R T C O P L A N D (fl 1508-1547) from The High Way to the Spital House 68 'To write of Sol in his exaltation' "3 J O H N H A R I N Q T O N (d 1582) 69 70 71 72 To his mother [Husband to wife] [Wife to husband] A sonnet written upon my Lord Admiral Seymour 119 120 121 122 ANONYMOUS 73 [How to obtain her] 122 A N N E A S K E W (1521-1546) 74 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate SIR THOMAS SEYMOUR (BARON SEYMOUR OF SUDELEY) 75 'Forgetting God' 123 (1508?-1549) 125 J O H N H E Y W O O D (c.1497-c.1580) 76 [A quiet neighbour] 126 N I C H O L A S G R I M A L D (15 I9?-I562?) 127 77 Description of Virtue vii CONTENTS THOMAS, LORD VAUX (1510-1556) 78 The Aged Lover Renounceth Love 79 [The Pleasures of Thinking] 80 [Death in Life] 81 [Age looks back at Youth] 127 129 130 130 G E O R G E C A V E N D I S H (l499?-I56l?) 82 An Epitaph of our late Queen Mary 131 T H O M A S P H A E R (l510?-I560) from The nine first books of the Eneidos 83 [Euryalus and Nisus meet their deaths] 135 B A R N A B Y G O O G E (1540-1594) 84 To Doctor Bale 85 Of Money 86 Coming homeward out of Spain 137 138 138 T H O M A S S A C K V I L L E , E A R L O F D O R S E T (1536-1608) from The Mirror for Magistrates 87 The Induction : 39 ANONYMOUS 88 A Dialogue between Death and Youth 154 E D W A R D DE VERE, EARL OF OXFORD (1550-1604) 89 'The lively lark stretched forth her wing' 90 'If women could be fair and yet not fond' 91 'The labouring man, that tills the fertile soil' 92 'Sitting alone upon my thought' 93 [A Court Lady addresses her Lover] 94 'When wert thou born, Desire?' 95 'What cunning can express' 157 157 158 159 160 161 162 ATTRIBUTED TO EDWARD DE VERE, EARL OF OXFORD 96 'When I was fair and young' 163 ANONYMOUS 97 The lover compareth himself to the painful falconer 164 ARTHUR G O L D I N G (£.1536-1605) from Ovid's 'Metamorphoses' 98 [Ceyx and Alcyone] 165 J O H N P I K E R Y N G (c.1567) from The History of Herestes 99 [Haltersick's Song] 174 viii CONTENTS 100 [Song sung by Egistus and Clytemnestra] 101 [The Vice's Song] 175 177 ANONYMOUS 102 'Fain would I have a pretty thing' 178 G E O R G E T U R B E R V I L L E (c.1544-c.1597) 103 A poor Ploughman to a Gentleman for whom he had taken a little pains 104 To his friend P of courting, travelling, dicing, and tennis 105 [Epigram from Plato] 106 [A Letter from Russia] 179 180 180 181 Q U E E N E L I Z A B E T H I (1533-1603) 107 from 108 109 'The doubt of future foes' Boethius' The Consolation of Philosophy 'All human kind on earth' 'Ah, silly pug, wert thou so sore afraid?' 183 184 185 ANONYMOUS 110 'Christ was the Word that spake it' 185 T H O M A S TUSSER (l524?-158o) from Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry III [December's Husbandry] 112 [Advice to Housewives] 186 189 I S A B E L L A W H I T N E Y (fl 1567-1573) from The Manner of her Will and What she left to London 113 'I whole in body and in mind" 192 GEORGE G A S C O I G N E (1534-1577) 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 Gascoigne's Woodmanship Magnum vectigal parsimonia Gascoigne's Lullaby Gascoigne's Good Morrow Gascoigne's Goodnight ]No haste but good] The Green Knight's Farewell to Fancy BEWE (first name unknown) (fl c.1576) 121 'I would I were Actaeon' 196 200 202 203 205 206 209 211 THOMAS PROCTOR (ft c.1578) 122 Respice Finem 212 ix NOTES AND R E F E R E N C E S against the Welshmen, as his soldiers passed Offa's Ditch at Croggen Castle, they were overthrown by the Welshmen: which word Croggen hath since been used to the Welshmen's disgrace, which was at first begun with their honour' (Drayton) 338 Anonymous Bodleian MS Rawlinson Poet 219 339-414 William Shakespeare 339-41 and 414 Texts from Poems, ed J C Maxwell (1966) 342—71 Texts from The Riverside Shakespeare, ed G Blakemore Evans (1974) 372—413 Texts from Sonnets, ed Stephen Booth (1977) Editions by W G Ingrains and Theodore Redpath (1964) and John Kerrigan (1986) were also consulted 415 Anonymous Text from Shakespeare: The Poems, ed Maxwell (1966) 416-21 Anonymous Texts from The Poems of Sir Walter Ralegh, ed Ladiam (1951) These poems from The Phoenix Nest (1593) form part of what Miss Latham calls 'a conjectural "Ralegh Group" ' They are possibly by Ralegh 422 Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex Bodleian MS Ashmole 781, which reads 'give God praise' (line 5) and 'Where when' (line 9); the readings adopted in the text are introduced from B.L MS Chetham 8012 423 Anonymous Text from Black, unpublished Oxford D.Phil, thesis 'Studies in Some Related Manuscript Poetic Miscellanies of the 15805' (1970) Black's copytext is B.L MS Add 22583, where the poem occurs on a page of writings by William Gager Black infers that Gager (1555/1560-1621) may well have been the author In the later Farmer Chetham MS 8012, the poem is said to be 'By the Earl of Oxford' 424—32 Thomas Campion Texts from Poems, ed Walter R Davis (1969) 433-6 Thomas Nashe Texts from Works, ed R B McKerrow, revised F P Wilson (1958) 437—50 Anonymous Texts from English Madrigal Verse 1588—1632 (3rd edn.), ed Fellowes, revised and enlarged by Sternfeld and Greer (1967) 451-2 Barnabe Barnes Texts from Parthenophil and Parthenophe, ed Victor A Doyno (1971) 453—71 John Donne Texts from The Complete English Poems, ed A J Smidi (1971)472-82 Sir John Davies Texts from Poems, ed Robert Krueger (1973) 483 Anonymous Text from Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript Loose and Humorous Songs, ed John W Hales and Frederick J Furnivall (1867) 484-8 George Peele Texts from Dramatic Works, ed R Mark Benbow, Elmer Blistein, and Frank S Hook (1970) 484-7 are from The Old Wive's Tale, 488 from David and Fair Bethsabe 489-90 Richard Barnfield 489 Text from Some Longer Elizabethan Poems, ed A H Bullen (1903) 490 Poems in Divers Humours (1598) 491—4 George Chapman 491—3 Texts from Poems, ed Phyllis Brooks Bartlett (1941) 494 Text from Chapman's Homer I, ed Allardyce Nicoll (1957) 495-6 Bartholomew Griffin Texts from Poems, ed Grosart (1876) 497 Sir Francis Bacon Thomas Farnaby, Florilegium Epigrammatum Graecorum (1629) 498-501 Robert Sidney Texts from Poems, ed P J Croft (1984) 755 NOTES AND R E F E R E N C E S 502—4 Joseph Hall Texts from Collected Poems, ed Arnold Davenport (1949) 505—13 William Alabaster Texts from The Sonnets of William Alabaster, ed G M Story and Helen Gardner (1959) 514 Thomas Bastard Text from Chrestoleros Seven Bookes of Epigrames (Spenser Society Reprint, 1888) 515 Josuah Sylvester Text from The Divine Weeks and Works of Guillaume de Saluste, Sieurdu Bartas Translated by Josuah Sylvester, ed Susan Snyder (1979) 516 Ben Jonson Text from Poems, ed Ian Donaldson (1975) 517-20 John Marston Texts from Poems, ed Davenport (1961) 521-6 Thomas Dekker Texts from Dramatic Works, ed Fredson Bowers (1953) 521—2 are from The Shoemaker's Holiday, 523—4 from Old Fortunatus, 525—6 from Patient Grissil 527-37 Anonymous Texts from English Madrigal Verse 1588-1632 (3rd edn.), ed Fellowes, revised and enlarged by Sternfeld and Greer (1967) 538—9 Edmund Bolton Texts from England's Helicon 1600, 1614, ed Rollins (i935)540-2 Samuel Rowlands Texts from Complete Works (Hunterian Club, 1880) 543-4 Edward Fairfax Texts from Godfrey ofBulloigne, ed Kathleen M Lea and T M Gang (1981) 756 INDEX OF FIRST LINES The references are to the numbers of the poems A gentle squire would gladly entertain A good prince, what? The dog that keeps 'A man, a man, a kingdom for a man!' A merry mate amongst the rest, of cloisterers thus told A nosegay lacking flowers fresh A place there is, where proudly raised there stands A secret many years unseen, A secret murder hath been done of late 'A spending hand that alway poureth out A woman's face, with Nature's own hand painted, A wood with bushes broad there was, begrown with bigtree boughs, A vale there is enwrapped with dreadful shades Accounted our commodities Adieu, farewell earth's bliss, 'Ah dearest limbs, my life's best joy and stay, Ah, silly pug, wert thou so sore afraid? Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing, Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Alas, so all things now hold their peace, Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, Alas, why say you I am rich? when I All great things crush themselves; such end the gods All human kind on earth All kings, and all their favourites, All my senses, like beacon's flame, Amongest many kings, Amongst the poets Dacus numbered is, An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still, And call ye this to utter what is just, And is there care in heauen? and is there loue And now we gan draw near unto the gate, And was it not a worthy sight And will 'a not come again? And wilt thou leave me thus? Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? As an unperfect actor on the stage, As Anne, long barren, mother did become As good to write, as for to lie and groan As I in hoary winter's night As Love and I, late harboured in one inn, As other men, so I myself muse As the holly groweth green, As to the blooming prime, As when the bright cerulian firmament As withereth the primrose by the river, As you came from the holy land Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure; Away, fear, with thy projects, no false fire Away thou fondling motley humourist 757 502 126 518 272 197 325 131 417 53 377 83 47 76 435 499 109 266 158 59 403 498 311 108 471 211 I27 480 334 301 I41(v) 61 1oo 360 26 525 378 295 170 245 335 333 19 539 473 538 228 436 512 453 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Be it right or wrong, these men among Be wise as thou art cruel; not press Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Because I breathe not love to every one, Because I oft, in dark abstracted guise, Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Before my face the picture hangs, Behold, a silly tender Babe Behold how every man, drawn with delight Being your slave, what should I but tend Between a Tyrant and a King Blessed offender, who thyself hast tried Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Both robbed of air, we both lie in one ground, Bright-footed Thetis did the sphere aspire But love whilst that thou mayst be loved again, But now hear what meat there needs eat thou must, By a bank as I lay, By our first strange and fatal interview, By saint Mary, my lady, By this the Northerne wagoner had set II 412 182 321 173 165 469 254 246 328 386 124 298 351 461 494 317 24 15 457 141(ii) Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night, Care-charmer sleep, sweet ease in restless misery, Christ was the Word that spake it; Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Colin, well fits thy sad cheer this sad stound, Come away, come away, death, Come away, come, sweet love, Come live with me, and be my love, Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Come on, good fellow, make an end Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, Come, thou monarch of the vine, Come unto these yellow sands, Conceit begotten by the eyes Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses Cosmus hath more discoursing in his head Cowards fear to die, but courage stout, Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Cruel, you pull away too soon your lips whenas you kiss me; Cupid abroad was lated in the night; Cupid and my Campaspe played 147 322 496 no 522 261 355 527 31o 458 88 169 362 368 226 257 478 241 415 437 267 199 Damon and Phyllis squared, Deceiving world, that with alluring toys Declare, O mind, from fond desires excluded, Descend from heaven O muse Melpomene, Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, Die not before thy day, poor man condemned, Dost therefore swell and pout with pride Down in the depth of mine iniquity, Down the valley gan he track, 447 270 421 82 376 528 125 219 268 758 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Envy, why carp'st thou my time is spent so ill? Erminia's steed this while his mistress bore Eternal sprite, which art in heaven the love Eternal Truth, almighty, infinite, Eunica scorned me, when her I would have sweetly kissed Even such is Time, which takes in trust 309 Fain would I have a pretty thing Fair amazon of heaven, who took'st in hand Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore; Fancy (quoth he) farewell, whose badge I long did bear, Farewell, adieu, that courtly life, Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, Farewell, Love, and all thy laws forever Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, Fear no more the heat o' th' sun, Feed still thy self, thou fondling, with belief, Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new! Flower of roses, angels' joy, Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly; Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; Fond man, Musophilus, that thus dost spend For few nights' solace in delicious bed For the first twenty years, since yesterday, Forget not yet the tried intent Forgetting God Forsaken woods, trees with sharp storms oppressed, Fortune doth frown Fortune hath taken thce away, my love, Fortune smiles, cry holy day! Foul canker of fair virtuous action, From depth of sin and from a deep despair, From you have I been absent in the spring, Full fathom five thy father lies; Full many a glorious morning have I seen IO2 299 Gently dip, but not too deep, Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, Give money me, take Give pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries, Go, and catch a falling star, Go, my flock, go get you hence, Go, soul, the body's guest, Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Good aged Bale 543 292 217 259 240 433 120 99 537 231 3° 395 364 420 530 194 162 427 429 326 297 467 31 75 500 48 234 523 517 5° 399 309 382 Greensleeves was all my joy, 487 289 85 291 464 180 233 526 84 196 Hail graceful morning of eternal day, 'Hang him, base gull; I'll stab him, by the Lord, Happy were he could finish forth his fate Hark, all you ladies that sleep, Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, Harvey, the happy above happiest men Have I caught my heavenly jewel 509 540 422 431 363 135 175 759 INDEX OF FIRST LINES He making speedy way through spersed ayre, He that for fear his master did deny Heaven and Earth one form did bear; Heere we doe not lynger; thee vowd sollemnitye finnisht, Here beside dwelleth His golden locks time hath to silver turned His stature was not very tall, Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, How can the tree but waste and wither away How like a winter hath my absence been How long, O lord, shall I forgotten be? How should I your true-love know Humanity, the field of miseries, Husband, if you will be my dear, 141(i) 296 237 191 21 273 27I 488 80 398 I85 358 513 71 I am as I am and so will I be am that Dido which thou here dost see, am unable, yonder beggar cries, care not for these ladies dwell in Grace's court, go before, my darling joy not in no earthly bliss; loathe that I did love, never drank of Aganippe well, praised the speech, but cannot now abide it, saw my lady weep, whole in body and in mind, with whose colours Myra dressed her head, would I were Actaeon, whom Diana did disguise, If all the world and love were young, If duty, wife, lead thee to deem If I should now forget, or not remember thee, If my dear love were but the child of state, If waker care, if sudden pale colour, If women could be fair, and yet not fond In a grove most rich of shade, In aeumum I was once determed In court to serve,- decked with fresh array, In haste post haste when first my wandering mind In martial sports I had my cunning tried, In mourning wise since daily I increase, In summer's heat, and mid-time of the day, In that, O Queen of queens, thy birth was free In the merry month of May In the wracks of Walsingham In this meantime the Trachin king sore vexed in his thought In time of yore when shepherds dwelt In Wales there is a borough town, Instead of coin and money Is it possible It is most true, that eyes are formed to serve It is most true that God to Israel, It was a lover and his lass, It was near a thicky shade 43 90 179 28 37 119 172 41 317 294 130 338 98 134 123 8(i) 32 156 303 353 265 Jesu, thy love within me is so main, 505 760 54 238 462 426 253 441 255 78 176 286 529 529 2IO 121 229 70 106 407 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, Judge not a Princess' worth impeached hereby, 366 337 Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids 454 Lacking my love, I go from place to place, Ladies, you see time flieth, Lady, those cherries plenty, Lady, you think you spite me, 'Las, how long shall I Lawn as white as driven snow, Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, Let me not to the marriage of true minds Let others sing of knights and paladins Let the bird of loudest lay Like as the armed knight Like as the fountain of all light created, Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, Like to a hermit poor in place obscure, Like to a ring without a finger, Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired, Like two proud armies marching in the field, Lo here I am, lord, whither wilt thou send me? Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, Lo, here the state of every mortal wight Lo, where with flowry head and hair all brightsome, Long time hath Christ, long time I must confess, Look, Delia, how we steem the half-blown rose, Love guards the roses of thy lips Love, in a humour, played the prodigal, Love in my bosom like a bee Love is the peace, whereto all thoughts strive, Love is too young to know what conscience is; Lovely Maya, Hermes' mother, Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, Lucks, my fair falcon, and your fellows all, 145 450 445 448 207 367 155 405 323 414 74 511 387 225 262 224 535 510 339 Madam, withouten many words, Man, dream no more of curious mysteries, Man's life is well compared to a feast, Mark but this flea, and mark in this, Martial, the things for to attain Merry Margaret Methinks 'tis pretty sport to hear a child, Methought I saw the grave, where Laura lay, Mine high estate, power and auctority, Mine own John Poyntz, since ye delight to know Miraculous love's wounding! Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day Muses, help me; sorrow swarmeth, My case is this, I love Zepheria bright My Daphne's hair is twisted gold, My girl, thou gazest much My hovering thoughts would fly to heaven My lute, awake! Perform the last My mind to me a kingdom is 76l 122 446 507 3l6 275 332 274 213 413 451 154 45 27 216 490 468 63 514 232 23 51 442 143 277 476 205 105 249 33 187 INDEX OF FIRST LINES My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; My mother's maids when they did sew and spin, My name is Parrot, a bird of Paradise, My Phillis hath the morning sun My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My shag-hair Cyclops, come, let's ply My sheep are thoughts, which I both guide and serve; My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love; My true love hath my heart, and I have his, My wont is not to write in verse, My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not 410 52 276 244 202 148 425 150 282 114 New light gives new directions, fortunes new, New year, forth looking out of Janus' gate, No longer mourn for me when I am dead No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Norfolk sprang thee, Lambeth holds thee dead, Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Not that in colour it was like thy hair, Nought vnder heauen so strongly doth allure Now each creature joys the other, Now I have found thee, I will evermore Now is the month of maying, Now o'er the sea from her old love comes she Now, Parrot, my sweet bird, speak out yet once again, Now, Serena, be not coy; 492 142 391 383 67 385 402 456 I41(vi) 324 508 443 308 10 242 O cruel Love, on thee I lay O faithless world, and thy most faithless part, O, for a bowl of fat Canary, O happy dames, that may embrace O happy people, where good princes reign, O Lord, in me there lieth nought O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O Mortal folk! you may behold and see O Nicias, there is no other remedy for love, O raging seas O sweet and bitter monuments of pain, O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness, O, the month of May, the merry month of May, O wearisome condition of humanity! O ye that put your trust and confidence Of all the kings that ever here did reign, Of late, what time the Bear turned round Of person rare, strong limbs, and manly shape; Old Menalcas on a day, On Cupid's bow how are my heart-strings bent, On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, On May-day, when the lark began to rise Once, and but once found in thy company, One day as he did raunge the fields abroad, One day I wrote her name upon the strand, One of King Henry's favourites began Only joy, now here you are, Our passions are most like to floods and streams; 762 201 314 198 60 515 315 354 12 258 86 506 149 521 222 22 177 28l 72 269 161 313 55 455 139 144 287 178 227 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage, 460 Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed, Pardon, goddess of the night, Pardon, ye glowing ears; needs will it out, Pastime with good company Phillis kept sheep along the western plains, Philo the gentleman, the fortune teller, Pinch him, pinch him black and blue; 206 349 504 r 263 481 204 329 223 186 Pla ce bo! Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence, Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light, Prometheus, when first from heaven high Quondam was I in my lady's grace, 39 Raynsford, a knight, fit to have served King Arthur, Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights, Right well I wote most mighty Soueraine, Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread, Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Sacred Religion, mother of form and fear, Save me from such as me assail: Scarce had the morning star hid from the light See Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall silence shroud such sin Shall we go dance the hay, the hay? Shepherd, why creep we in this lowly vein, Shun delays, they breed remorse; Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Sighs are my food, drink are my tears; Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, Sing lullaby, as women do, Sing to Apollo, God of Day, Sing we and chant it Sion lies waste, and thy Jerusalem, Sir, laugh no more at Pliny and the rest, Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; Sitting alone upon my thought, in melancholy mood, Sleep, grim Reproof; my jocund muse doth sing So cruel prison how could betide, alas Some for very need Some lovers speak, when they their muses entertain, Sometime I fled the fire that me brent Soon after, he a crystal stream espying, Sought by the world, and hath the world disdained, 'Speak, gentlemen, what shall we today? Spread, table, spread, Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Stand back, ye sleeping jacks at home, Stand still, and I will read to thee Stand! Who goes there? Stand whoso list upon die slipper top 763 288 250 I4i(iv) '53 37i 327 302 489 13 58 375 J 95 132 33° 252 348 46 389 116 208 444 221 278 463 92 519 64 8(ii) 157 38 284 418 542 486 434 101 470 203 49 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Stella oft sees the very face of woe Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame; Stow, birde, stow, stow! Such words enflamed the kindled mind with love, Sufficeth it to you, my joys interred, Sweet nymph, come to thy lover Sweet soul, which now with heavenly songs dost tell Sweetest love, I not go, Tagus, farewell, that westward with thy streams Take, O, take those lips away, Take time while Time doth last; Tell me, my heart, how wilt thou Tell me where is fancy bred, Th'Assyrians' king, in peace with foul desire That I would not persuaded be That time of year thou mayst in me behold The books of Ovid's changed shapes The brainsick race that wanton youth ensues The common speech is, spend and God will send The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, The earth with thunder torn, with fire blasted, The fine youth Ciprius is more terse and neat The golden sun upon his fiery wheels The knight knocked at the castle gate; The labouring man, that tills the fertile soil, The lively lark stretched forth her wing, The lopped tree in time may grow again, The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The man of life upright, The man that hath a handsome wife The more ye desire her, the sooner ye miss; The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought, The ousel cock, so black of hue, The palace great is builded rich and round, The pillar perished is whereto I leant, The pounded spice both taste and scent doth please; The sacred muse that first made love divine The sail is up, Fortune ruleth our helm, The soaring hawk from fist that flies The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, The sun is set, and masked night The sun may set and rise The world, that all contains, is ever moving; The world's a bubble, and the life of man The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame Then first with locks dishevelled and bare, Then gan this crafty couple to devise Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Then the mighty Lord Maxfield over the mountains fleeth, There was a battle fought of late, These women all They flee from me that sometime did me seek They that have power to hurt and will none, 764 171 181 62 235 44° 290 465 42 361 533 243 347 66 129 392 190 419 "5 164 107 214 479 331 20 91 89 251 188 43° 483 73 I41(iii) 346 544 44 248 475 97 57 501 236 209 497 87 409 452 136 396 25 69 16 34 397 INDEX OF FIRST LINES This great Grandmother of all creatures bred This told, strange Teras touched her lute, and sung Those eyes which set my fancy on a fire, Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound Thou might)' gulf, insatiate cormorant, Thou which art I, ('tis nothing to be so) Though I be strange, sweet friend, be thou not so; Though naked trees seem dead to sight Three merry men, and three merry men, Three things there be in man's opinion dear, Three things there be that prosper up apace, Throughout the world, if it were sought, Thule, the period of cosmography, Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow, Thus much he prayed, and thence away he went Thy husband to a banquet goes with me, Thyrsis, sleepest thou? Holla! Let not sorrow stay us Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed Tis not a coat of gray or shepherd's life, Titus the brave and valorous gallant To live in court among the crew is care; To me, fair friend, you never can be old To write of Sol in his exaltation, Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day, Toss not my soul, O Love, 'twixt hope and fear, Treason doth never prosper, what's the reason? Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave: Two dayes now in that sea he sayled has, Tyrant, why swell'st thou thus, 47 536 341 283 306 534 390 406 315 477 104 400 68 359 531 285 336 137 300 Under the greenwood tree Unto this process briefly compiled, 35° Venus, and young Adonis sitting by her, Virtue's branches wither, virtue pines, 495 524 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; Weep you no more, sad fountains; Were a king, I could command content; Were I as base as is the lowly plain, Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, Western wind, when will thou blow, What bird so sings, yet so does wail? What cunning can express What eagle can behold her sunbright eye, What fair pomp have I spied of glittering ladies, What is our life? A play of passion, What is your substance, whereof are you made, What one art thou, thus in torn weed yclad? What pleasure have great princes What shall he have that killed the deer? What should I say When all is done and said, in the end thus shall you find, 394 379 264 532 423 280 408 14 200 95 474 424 239 384 77 256 352 36 79 765 140 493 416 320 520 459 93 279 484 220 230 INDEX OF FIRST LINES When all this All doth pass from age to age, When as man's life, the light of human lust, When as the rye reach to the chin, When at Collatium this false lord arrived, When by thy scorn, O murderess, I am dead, When Caesar saw his army prone to war, When daffadils begin to peer, When daisies pied and violets blue When dinner is ended, set servants to work, When far spent night persuades each mortal eye, When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, When frost will not suffer to dike and to hedge, When Gullion died (who knows not Gullion?) When I bethinke me on that speech whyleare, When I consider every thing that grows When I count the clock that tells the time, When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced When I look back and in myself behold When I was fair and young, then favour graced me, When icicles hang by the wall, When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes When in the chronicle of wasted time When late, grave Palmer, these thy grafts and flowers, When, lo, by break of morning When men shall find thy flower, thy glory, pass, When my love swears that she is made of truth When raging love with extreme pain When that I was and a little tiny boy, When thee (O holy sacrificed Lamb) When thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delight, When thou must home to shades of underground, When Thraso meets his friend, he swears by God When to her lute Corinna sings, When to the sessions of sweet silent thought When Venus first did sec When wert thou born, Desire? When winter snows upon thy golden hairs, Where lives the man that never yet did hear Where the bee sucks, there suck I Whereto should I express Whether the Turkish new moon minded be While as I lived no house I had, While this was singing, Ovid young in love Whither away so fast Who can live in heart so glad 'Who is it that this dark night Who is Silvia? what is she, Who list his wealth and ease retain, Who will in fairest book of nature know Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, Why did my parents send me to the schools, Why I use my paper, ink, and pen, Why dost thou haste away, Why is my verse so barren of new pride, Why, let the strucken deer go weep, With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies; 766 212 215 485 34° 466 312 365 343 112 183 372 III 503 I41(vii) 374 373 388 81 96 344 380 401 516 439 318 411 56 356 293 118 432 541 428 381 260 94 319 472 37° 18 167 128 491 438 133 184 342 40 174 29 482 193 151 393 357 168 INDEX OF FIRST LINES With huge impatience he inly swelt, With lullay, lullay, like a child, With serving still With what sharp checks I in myself am shent Wrapt up, O Lord, in man's degeneration, Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest, 138 35 160 218 65 Ye buds of Brutus' land, Ye captive souls of blindfold Cyprian's boat, Ye goat-herd gods, that love the grassy mountains; Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes You black bright stars, that shine while daylight lasteth, You spotted snakes with double tongue, You that search for every purling spring You that have spent the silent night You that Jehovah's servants are, You that with allegory's curious frame Your coulter cuts the soil that earst was sown; Your love and pity doth th'impression fill Your words, my friend, right healthful caustics, blame 189 192 152 146 449 345 159 117 304 166 103 404 163 767 INDEX OF AUTHORS The references are to the numbers of the poems Alabaster, William, 505-13 Askew, Anne, 74 Bacon, Sir Francis, 497 Barclay, Alexander, 24 Barnes, Barnabe, 451-2 Barnfield, Richard, 489-90 Bastard, Thomas, 514 Bewe, 121 Bolton, Edmund, 538-9 Breton, Nicholas, 129-34 Bruschetto, Lodovico, see Bryskett, Lodowick Bryskett, Lodowick (Lodovico Bruschetto), 261 Campion, Thomas, 424-32 Cavendish, George, 82 Chapman, George, 491-4 Churchyard, Thomas, 123 Constable, Henry, 290-9 Copland, Robert, 68 Cornish, William, 20 Daniel, Samuel, 316-29 Davies, Sir John, 472-82 Dekker, Thomas, 521-6 de Vere, Edward (Earl of Oxford), 89-96 Devereux, Robert (Earl of Essex), 422 Donne, John, 453—71 Drayton, Michael, 330-7 Dyer, Sir Edward, 186-7 Elizabeth I, Queen, 107-9 Fairfax, Edward, 543—4 Harington, John, 69-72 Harington, Sir John, 283—8 Hawes, Stephen, 12—13 Heath, 16 Henry VIII, King, 17-19 Herbert, Maty (Countess of Pembroke), 300-5 Heywood, John, 76 Howard, Henry (Earl of Surrey) 56—67 Jonson, Ben, 516 Kendall, Timothy, 124-8 Lee, Sir Henry, 273 Lodge, Thomas, 274—8 Lyly, John, 198-208 Marlowe, Christopher, 306-13 Marston, John, 517-20 More, Sir Thomas, 22-3 Nashe, Thomas, 433-6 Peele, George, 484-8 Phaer, Thomas, 83 Pikeryng, John, 99-101 Proctor, Thomas, 122 Ralegh, Sir Walter, 223-42 Rowlands, Samuel, 540-2 Sackville, Thomas (Earl of Dorset), 87 Seymour, Sir Thomas (Baron Seymour of Sudeley), 75 Shakespeare, William, 339-414 Sidney, Sir Philip, 148-85 Sidney, Robert, 498-501 Skelton, John, i-io Southwell SJ, Robert, 245-53 Spenser, Edmund, 135—47 Stanyhurst, Richard, 191 Sylvester, Josuah, 515 Gascoigne, George, 114-20 Gifford, Humphrey, 189-90 Gilbart, Thomas, 195 Golding, Arthur, 98 Googe, Barnaby, 84-6 Gorges, Sir Arthur, 243 Greene, Robert, 263-71 Greville, Fulke (Lord Brooke), 209—22 Griffin, Bartholomew, 495—6 Grimald, Nicholas, 77 Tichborne, Chidiock, 244 Tregian, Francis, 282 Turberville, George, 103-6 Tusser, Thomas, in—12 Hall, Joseph, 502-4 Vaux, Thomas, Lord, 78-81 768 INDEX OF AUTHORS Warner, William, 272 Watson, Thomas, 192 Whitney, Isabella, 113 Wotton, Sir Henry, 314-15 Wyatt, Sir Thomas, 26-54 769 .. .THE NEW OXFORD BOOK OF SIXTEENTH- CENTURY VERSE EMRYS JONES is Goldsmiths' Professor of English Literature at the University of Oxford, and a Fellow of New College His publications... Mother Hubbard's Tale [The Fox and the Ape go to Court] The Faerie Queene [Guyon's Voyage to the Bower of Bliss] [The House of Busyrane] [The Vision of the Graces] [Mutability claims to rule the. .. Shakespeare (1971) and The Origins of Shakespeare (1977) This page intentionally left blank THE NEW OXFORD BOOK OF SIXTEENTH CENTURY VERSE Chosen and edited by EMRYS JONES OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS