I.

POEMS FROM ADDITIONAL MS. 25707.

_A Letter written by S^{r} H: G: and J: D: alternis vicibus._

Since ev'ry Tree beginns to blossome now Perfuminge and enamelinge each bow, Hartes should as well as they, some fruits allow.

For since one old poore sunn serves all the rest, You sev'rall sunns that warme, and light each brest 5 Doe by that influence all your thoughts digest.

And that you two may soe your vertues move, On better matter then beames from above, Thus our twin'd souls send forth these buds of love.

As in devotions men Joyne both there hands, 10 Wee make ours doe one Act to seale the bands, By which we enthrall ourselves to your commands,

And each for others faith and zeale stand bound: As safe as spirits are from any wound, Soe free from impure thoughts they shal be found. 15

Admit our magique then by which wee doe Make you appeere to us, and us to you, Supplying all the Muses in you twoe.

Wee doe consider noe flower that is sweet, But wee your breath in that exhaling meet, 20 And as true types of you, them humbly greet.

Heere in our Nightingales we heere you singe Who soe doe make the whole yeare through a springe, And save us from the feare of Autumns stinge.

In Anchors calme face wee your smoothnes see, 25 Your mindes unmingled, and as cleare as shee That keepes untoucht her first virginitie.

Did all St. Edith nunns descend againe To honor Polesworth with their cloystred traine, Compar'd with you each would confesse some stayne. 30

Or should wee more bleed out our thoughts in inke, Noe paper (though it woulde be glad to drinke Those drops) could comprehend what wee doe thinke.

For t'were in us ambition to write Soe, that because wee two, you two unite, 35 Our letter should as you, bee infinite.

[Letter written _&c._ _A25_: _published by Chambers, who completes the names_]

[2 bow, _Ed_: bow _A25_]

[9 twin'd _A25_: twined _Chambers_]

[10 hands, _Ed_: hands _A25_]

[12-13 commands, ... bound: _Ed_: command. ... bound, _A25_]

[25 Anchors _Chambers_: Anchos _A25_]

[29 traine, _Ed_: traine _A25_]

[31 inke, _Ed_: inke _A25_]

_O Frutefull Garden._

O Frutefull garden, and yet never tilde, Box full of Treasure yet by noe man filde. O thou which haste, made him that first made thee; O neare of kinne to all the Trinetie; O Pallace where the kinge of all, and more; 5 Went in, and out, yet never opened doore; Whose flesh is purer, than an others sperrit Reache him our Prayers, and reach us down his merrit; O bread of lyfe which sweld'ste up without Leaven; O bridge which joynst togeather earth and heaven; 10 Whose eyes see me through these walles, and throughe glasse, And through this fleshe as thorowe Cipres passe. Behould a little harte made greate by thee Swellinge, yet shrinkinge at thy majestie. O dwell in it, for where soe ere thou go'ste 15 There is the Temple of the Holy Ghoste.

[O Frutefull Garden. _A25_: [TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY.] _Chambers_]

[6 out, _Ed_: out _A25_]

[8 merrit; _Ed_: merrit, _A25_]

[9 Leaven, _Ed_: Leaven _A25_]

_To my Lord of Pembroke._

Fye, Fye you sonnes of Pallas what madd rage Makes you contend that Love's, or God, or page? Hee that admires, his weaknes doth confess; For as Love greater growes; soe hee growes less. Hee that disdaines, what honor wynns thereby, 5 That he feeles not, or triumphes on a fly? If love with queasie paine thy stomack move, Soe will a slutt whome none dare touch; or love. If it with sacred straines doe thee inspire Of Poetrie; soe wee maye want admire. 10 If it thee valiant make, his ryvall hate Can out doe that and make men desperate. Yealdinge to us, all woemen conquer us, By gentlenes we are betrayed thus. We will not strive with Love that's a shee beaste; 15 But playinge wee are bounde, and yeald in Jest; As in a Cobwebb toyle, a flye hath beene Undone; so have I some fainte lover seene. Love cannot take away our strength, but tame, And wee less feele the thinge then feare the name; 20 Love is a temperate bath; hee that feeles more Heate or could there, was hott, or could before. But as Suñ beames which would but norishe, burne, Drawne into hollow Christall, soe we turne To fire her bewties Lustre willingly, 25 By gatheringe it in our false treacherous eye. Love is nor you, nor you; but I a balme, Sword to the stiff, unto the wounded balme. Prayes noe thinge adds, if it be infinite, If it be nothing, who can lessen it? 30

[To my Lord of Pembroke. _A25_, _Chambers_]

[3 confess; _Ed_: confess _A25_]

[5 disdaines, _Ed_: disdaines _A25_]

[6 fly? _Ed_: fly; _A25_]

[19 tame, _Ed_: tame _A25_]

[27 I a balme, _A25_: Aye a calm, _Chambers conjectures_]

_Of a Lady in the Black Masque._

Why chose shee black; was it that in whitenes Shee did Leda equal? whose brightnes Must suffer loss to put a bewtie on Which hath no grace but from proportion. It is but Coullor, which to loose is gayne, 5 For shee in black doth th'Æthiopian staine, Beinge the forme that beautifies the creature Her rareness not in Coullor is; but feature. Black on her receaves soe strong a grace It seemes the fittest beautie for the face. 10 Coullor is not, but in æstimation Faire, or foule, as it is stild by fashion. Kinges wearinge sackcloath it doth royall make; Soe black<ne>s from her face doth beautie take. It not in Coullor but in her, inheres, 15 For what she is, is faire, not what she weares; The Moore shalle envye her, as much, or more, As did the Ladies of our Court before. The Sunn shall mourne that hee had westwarde beene, To seeke his Love; whilst shee i'th North was seene. 20 Her blacknes lends like lustre to her eyes, As in the night pale Phoebe glorifyes. Hell, synne, and vice their attributes shall loose Of black, for it wan, and pale whitenes choose, As like themselves, Common, and most in use: 25 Sad of that Coulor is the late abuse.

[Of a Lady _&c._ _A25_, _Chambers_]

[10 face. _Ed_: face _A25_]

[13 make; _Ed_: make _A25_]

[14 black<ne>s _Chambers_: blacks _A25_]

[16 weares; _Ed_: weares, _A25_]