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Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ?

10! though I love what others do abhor, Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,

With others thou shouldst not abhor my state : Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ?

If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
Then, soul, live thoʻi upon thy servant's loss,

More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
And let that pine to aggravate thy store ;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;

Within be fed, without be rich no more:

Love is too young to know what conscience is ; So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men, Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love ? And, death once dead, there 's no more dying then. Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove : CXLVII.

For, thou betraying me, I do betray My love is as a fever, longing still

My nobler part to my gross body's treason ; For that which longer nurseth the disease;

My soul doth tell my body that he may Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

Triumph in love ; flesh stays no farther reason. Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.

But rising at thy name, doth point out thee My reason, the physician to my love,

As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,

He is contented thy poor drudge to be, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,

To stand in thy affairs. fall by thy side. Desire is death, which physic did except.

No want of conscience hold it, that I call Past cure I am, now reason is past care,

Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall. And frantic mad with ever-more unrest: My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,

CLI. At random from the truth vainly express’d;

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,

In vowing new hate atter new love bearing.

But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, O mne! what eyes hath love put in my head,

When I break twenty? I am perjur'd most ; Which have no correspondence with true sight! | For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,

And all my honest faith in thee is lost: That censures falsely what they see aright?

For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,

Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy ; What means the world to say it is not so ?

And to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, If it be not, then love doth well denote

Or made them swear against the thing they see; Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no,

For I have sworn thee fair: more perjur'd I, How can it? O! how can love's eye be true,

To swear against the truth so foul a lie !
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears ?
No marvel, then, though I mistake my view;

The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep :
O cunning love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep

In a cold valley-lountain of that ground ;

Which borrow'd from this holy fire of love Canst thou, O Cruel ! say, I love thee not,

A dateless lively heat, still to endure, When I, against myselt, with thee partake ?!

And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove Do I not think on thee, when I forgot

Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake ?

But at my mistress' eye love's brand new-fired, Who hateth thee that I do call my friend ?

The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; In whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon ?

I sick withal, the help of bath desired,
Nay, if thou low’rst on me, do I not spend

And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,

But found no cure : the bath for my help lies

Where Cupid got new fire, my mistress' eyes.
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,

Commanded by the motion of thine eyes ?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind :

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.

Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,

Whilst many nymphs, that vow'd chaste life to keep.

Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might, The fairest votary took up that fire
With insufficiency my heart to sway?

Which many legions of true hearts had warmd To make me give the lie to my true sight,

And so the general of hot desire
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm’d.
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,

This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds

Which from love's fire took heat perpetual. There is such strength and warrantise of skill, Growing a bath, and healthful remedy That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds ? For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall, Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, Came there for cure, and this by that I prore, The more I hear and sce just cause of hate ?

Love's fire heats water, water cools hot love

! Take part


From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded
A plaintsul story from a sistering vale,
My spirits t' attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tun'd tale;
Ere long espy'd a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.

These often bath'd she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan' to tear;
Cry'd, 0 false blood ! thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem d more black and damr.ed here.
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.

A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh,
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew,
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
And, privileged by age, desires to know,
In brief, the grounds and motives of her woe.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her'visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done :
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.
Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe
In clamours of all size, both high and low.

So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
When he again desires her, being sat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught applied,
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
'T is promis'd in the charity of age.

Father, she says, though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Love to myself, and to no love beside.

Sometimes her level'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend ;
Sometime, diverted, their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and no where fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.
Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaiın'd in her a careless hand of pride ;
For soine, untuck'd, descended her sheav'd' hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And, true to bondage, would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence.

But woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit, it was to gain my grace ;
0! one by nature's outwards so commended,
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face :
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodg’d, and newly deified.

A thousand favours from a maund' she drew

His browny locks did hang in crooked curls, Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet,

And every light occasion of the wind Which one by one she in a river threw,

Upon his lips :heir silken parcels hurls : Upon whose weeping margent she was set ;

What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find; Like usury, applying wet to wet,

Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
Or monarchs' hands, that let not bounty fali

For on his visage was in little drawn,
Where want cries “ some,” but where excess begs all. What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn."


Or folded schedules had she many a one,

Small show of man was yet upon his chin : Which she perus'd, sigh’d, tore, and gave the flood ; His phænix down began but to appear, Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone, Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;

Whose bare out-brag'd the web it seem'd to wear ; Found yet more letters sadly pen’d in blood,

Yet show'd his visage by that cost most“ dear, With sleided silk feat and affectedly

And nice affections wavering stood in doubt Euswath’d, and seal'd to curious secrecy.

If best were as it was, or best without. 1 Siraw.

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His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongu'd he was, and thereof free;
Yet, if men mov'd him, was he such a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.
His rudeness so, with his authoriz'd youth,
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.


Well could he ride, and often men would say,
"That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he
And controversy hence a question takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

But quickly on this side the verdict went.
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case:
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
Came' for additions, yet their purpos'd trim
Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue,
All kind of arguments and question deep,
A replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will:

That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted:
Consents, bewitch'd, ere he desire have granted;
And dialogued for him what he would say,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.

Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th' imagination set

The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them,
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.

So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, (not in part)
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower.

Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor, being desir'd, yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid.
With safest distance I mine honour shielded.
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.

But ah! who ever shunn'd by precedent
The destin'd ill she must herself assay?
Or fore'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay;

1 Can in old eds 2 Action • Sorrow. Plaited. 6 Unseen.

| For when we rage, advice is often seen By blunting us to make our wits more keen.

Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof,
To be forbid the sweets that seem so good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though reason weep, and cry, "it is thy last."

For farther I could say, "this man's untrue," And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; Thought characters, and words, merely but art, And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.


And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
That's to you sworn, to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow

All my offences that abroad you see,
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind:
Love made them not: with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They, sought their shame that so their shame did find
And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.

Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed.
Or my affection put to the smallest teen,'
Or any of my leisures ever charmed:

Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.

Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

And lo! behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair.
(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd)
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets, that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.

The diamond; why, 't was beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invis'd' properties did tend,
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire, and the opal blend
With objects manifold: each several stone,
With wit well blazon`d, smil'd, or made some moan

Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender,

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The Passionate Pilgrime By W. Shakespeare. At London Printed for W. Jaggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard. 1599." 16mo. 30 leaves. The title-page first given to the edition of 1612 ran thus: "The Passionate Pilgrime. Or Certaine Amorous Sonnets, betweene Venus and Adonis, newly corrected and angmented. By W. Shakespere. The third Edition. Wherevnto is newly added two Loue-Epistles, the first from Paris to Hellen, and Hellen's answere backe againe to Paris. Printed by W. Iaggard. 1612." The title-page substituted for the above differs in no other respect but in the omission of" By W. Shakespere."] In the following pages we have reprinted "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1899, as i came from the press of W. Jaggard, with the exception only of the orthography. Malone omitted Beveral portions of it; some because they were substantially repetitions of poems contained elsewhere, and others because they appeared to have been improperly assigned to Shakespeare: one piece, the last in the tract, is not inserted at all in Boswell's edition, although Malone reprinted it in 1780, and no reason is assigned for rejecting it. We have given the whole, and in our notes we have stated the particular circumstances belonging to such pieces, as there is reason to believe did not come from the pen of our great dramatist. "The Passionate Pilgrim 99 was reprinted by W. Jagzard, in 1612, with additions, and the facts attending the publication of the two impressions are peculiar. In 1598, Richard Barnfield put his name to a small collection of productions in verse, entitled "The Encomion of Lady Pecunia," which contained more than one poem attributed to Shakespeare in "The Passionate Pilgrin," 1599: the first was printed by John, and the last by William Jaggard. Boswell suggests, that John Jaggard in 1598 might have stolen Shakespeare's verses and attributed them to Barnfield; but the answer to this supposition is two-fold-first, that Barnfield formally, and in his own name, printed them as his in 1598; and next, that he reprinted them under the same circumstances in 1605, notwithstanding they had been in the mean time assigned to Shakespeare. The truth seems to be that W. Jaggard took them in 1599 from Barnfield's publication, printed by John Jaggard in 1598. In 1612 W. Jaggard went even more boldly to work; for in the impression of "The Passionate Pilgrim" of that year, he not only repeated Barnfield's poems of 1598, but included two of Ovid's Epistles, which had been translated by Thomas Heywood, and printed by him with his name in his "Troja Britannica," 1609. The epistles were made, with some little ambiguity, to appear in "The Passionate Pilgrim" of 1612, to have been also the work of Shakespeare. When, therefore, Heywood published his next work in 1612, he exposed the wrong that had been thus done to him, and claimed the performances as

1 It professes to be "printed for W. Jaggard," but he was probably the typographer. and W. Leake the bookseller. Leake published an edition of Venus and Adonis" in 1602, contrary to what is stated vn p 911. This edition of Barnfield's work was unknown to bibliographers until a copy of it was met with in the library of Lord Francis Egerton. See the Bridgewater Catalogue, 1837, p. 21. It was not a mere reprint of the edition of 1595, but it was really "newly corrected and enlarged" by the author, as stated on the title-page; so that Barnfeld's attention was particularly directed to the contents of his small volume, and perhaps to the manner in which part of them had been stolen by W. Jaggard in 1599. It is to be remarked also that John Jaggard was not concerned in the second edition of Barnfield's "Encomion," as he had been in the first it was printed by W. I. (probably W. laggard, the very person who had committed the theft in 1599) and it was to be sold by John Hodgets." Both editions contain the tribute to Spenser, Daniel Drayton. and Shakespeare: the lines to the latter would hardly have been reprinted in 1605, if Barnfiell had supposed that Shakespeare had in any way given his sancti n to the transference of two pieces from the "Encomion" to "The Passionate Pilgrim."

On the title page it is called the third edition," but no second

his own. (See the Reprint of "The Apology for Actors,' by the Shakespeare Society, pp. 62 and 66.) He seems also to have taken steps against W. Jaggard; for the latter canceled the title-page of "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1612, whet contained the name of Shakespeare, and substituted another without any name, so far discrediting Shakespeare's right t any of the poems the work contained, although some were his beyond all dispute. Malone's copy in the Bodleian Library has both title-pages.

To what extent, therefore, we may accept W. Jaggard's assertion of the authorship of Shakespeare of the poems in "The Passionate Pilgrim," is a question of some difficulty. Two Sonnets, with which the little volume opens, are con tained (with variations, on which account we print them again here) in Thorpe's edition of “Shakespeare's Sonnets," 1609: three other pieces (also with changes) are found in "Love's Labour 's Lost," which had been printed the year before "The Passionate Pilgrim" originally came at :— another, and its "answer," notoriously belong to Marlowe and Raleigh; a sonnet, with some slight differences, had been printed as his in 1596, by a person of the name of Griffin, while one production appeared in "England's Helicon "in 1600, under the signature of Ignoto. The various cireumstances attending each poem, wherever any remark seemed required, are stated in our notes, and it is not necessary therefore to enter farther into the question ere.

It ought to be mentioned, that although the signatures st the bottom of the pages are continued throughout, after the poem beginning, "Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east!" we meet with a new and dateless title-page, which runs thus:-" Sonnets to sundry Notes of Musieke. At London Printed for W. laggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard." Hence we may infer that all the productions inserted after this division had been set by popular composers: that some of them rad received this distinction, evidence has descended to our day: we refer particularly to the lyrical poem, “My flocks feed not," (p. 965) and to the well-known lines, "Live with me and be my love," (p. 966) the air to which seems to have been so common, that it was employed by Deloney as a ballad-tune. See his "Strange Histories," 1607, p. 28 of the reprint by the Percy Society.

One object with W. Jaggard in 1612, when he republished "The Passionate Pilgrim" with unwarrantable additions, was probably to swell the bulk of it; and so much had he felt this want in 1599, that, excepting the three last leaves, all the rest of the volume is printed on one side of the paper only, a peculiarity we do not recollect to belong to any other work of the time: by the insertion of Heywood's translations from Ovid, this course was rendered unnecessary in 1612, and althongh the volume is still of small bulk, it was not so insignificant is its appearance as it had been in 15995. Only a single copy of

edition is known, although it is very probable that it had been republished in the interval between 1599 and 1612.

Nicholas Breton seems to have written his "Passionate Shepherd. 1604, in imitation of the title and of the style of some of the poems in the "Passionate Pilgrim." The only known copy of this production is in private hands. It is very possible that a second edition of Thi Passionate Pilgrim" (that of 1612, as we have observed, is called “ing third impression ") came out about 1604, and that on this secou ni Breton was led to imitate the title, and the form of verse of some of the pieces in it. As "The Passionate Shepherd "is a great curiosity not being even mentioned by bibliographers, and as it is thus con nected with the name and works of Shakespeare, an exact copy of the title-page may be acceptable:

"The Passionate Shepheard, or The Shepheardes Love: set down in Passions to his Shepheardesse Aglaia. With many excellere conceited Poems and pleasant Sonnets, fit for young heads to pas away idle houres. London Imprinted by E. Allde for John Tapp and are to bee solde at his Shop, at the Tower-Hill, neere the Bi warke Gate. 1604." 4to.

It is as small a poetical volume as we remember to have ser excepting a copy of George Peele's Tale of Troy," which w reprinted in 1604, of the size of an inch and a half high by an in

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