All you that have indulgent parents been,
2And have your children in perfection seen
3Of youth and beauty: lend one tear to me,
4And trust me I will do as much for thee,
5Unless my own grief do exhaust my store;
6Then will I sigh ‘til I
suspire no more.
7Twice hath the Earth thrown
Chloris’ mantle by,
8Embroidered o’er with curious tapestry,
twice hath seemed to mourn unto our sight
10Like Jews or Chinesses in snowy
11Since she laid down her milky limbs on earth,
12Which, dying, gave her virgin soul new birth.
13Yet still my heart is overwhelmed with grief,
tears (alas) gives sorrow no relief.
sad Philomel left off to sing
mortifying sonnets to the spring;
17Twice at the
sylvan choristers’ desire
18She hath lent her music to complete their
19Since all devouring death on
her took seizure,
involved so rich a
21Yet still my heart is overwhelmed with grief,
22And time nor tears will give my woes relief.
23Twelve times hath
hornéd, seemed to fight,
24As often filled them with her
25Since she did close her sparkling diamond eyes;
26Yet my sad heart for her still pining dies.
twelve houses hath the illustrious sun
splendency his annual journey run;
29Twice hath his fiery furious horses hurled
30His blazing chariot to the lower world,
31Showing his luster to the wondering eyes
32Of our (now so well known)
brack of her spotless virgin story,
34Which now her soul doth end in endless glory.
35Yet my afflicted, sad, forsaken soul
36For her in tears and ashes still doth roll.
37O could a
fever spot her snowy skin,
38Whose virgin soul was scarcely soiled with sin?
39Ay me it did. So have I sometimes seen
40Fair maidens sit encircled on a green,
41White lilies spread when they were making
42Upon them scatter leaves of
43E’en so the spots upon her fair skin shows
Like lily leaves sprinkled with damask rose,
45Or as a stately
hart to death pursued
46By ravening hounds,
his eyes with tears bedewed,
47An arrow sticking in his trembling breast,
48His lost condition
to the life expressed,
49So trips he o’er the lawns on trodden snow
50And from his side his
guiltless blood doth flow.
51So did the spots upon her fair skin show
52Like drops of blood upon unsullied snow.
53But what a heart had I, when I did stand
54Holding her forehead with my trembling hand.
55My heart to heaven with her bright spirit flies,
56Whilst she (ah me) closed up her lovely eyes,
57Her soul being seated in her place of birth,
58I turned a
Niobe as she