Sinetes passions vppon his fortunes offered for an incense at the shrine of the ladies which guided his distempered thoughtes. The patrons patheticall posies, sonets, maddrigals, and rowndelayes. Together with Sinetes dompe. By Robert Parry Gent.

Sinetes Dumpe.

YE angrie starrs, doe you enuie my estate, Because content is lodged in my minde; And therefore will you needes reproue my fate? That discontent in glorie lookes to finde:

My thoughtes were far aboue my fortunes bent, Which was your fault to frame vnequall partes, Except it were of purpose to torment. Gloring in cloudes to smother my desertes:

When I did yeilde vnto the times despite, And stroke downe sayle lest shypracke would ensue, Inforcing nature to subdue delight? A cuning bayte within my way you threwe.

Ys't then my fault if feathered thoughtes aspire, Clippe not the winges, that gaue them force to flie, Eyther giue scope vnto my wish'd desire; Or salue my sores with present remedie.

Who seekes by art his nature to suppresse, In vaine doth striue against the raging streame, My soaring minde procured my distresse? The braunch will growe vnlesse you cut the steame.

Thus if I should ympugne my fantasies, Invaine it were my nature to oppose, Then yeilde I must vnto these myseries? Or to the heau'ns my secret griefes disclose.

Heau'ns then beare witnes of my secret smart, For you alone are priuie to my paines, Because to her I dare not once ympart: Howe loue insculpt within my brest remaynes.

The feruent heate of hartes reposed zeale, Doth vrge me still for to embrace her fayre, To whom for grace and fauour I appeale: My only refuge for to salue dispayre.

Yet all in vaine I throb my breath-lesse playntes, When feare doth daunte my once vn-daunted minde, But neede-lesse feare: for fewe of them are saintes. Yet duties care deniall lookes to finde.

Thus as my thoughtes doe cope with Ioues desire, And scorne the meane shoulde once their riuall bee, So fearefull loue doth burne like glowing fier, And threates reuenge if I make suite to thee.

The one perswades, that beauties bower is stor'd, With pittie, and grace, for to requite my loue? The other sayth the subtill serpent (gor'd: With pearsing darte that Ielosies approue)

Will soone infect the vertue of thy shyne, To giue repulse; regarding no desert, Though nought I seeke but thou should'st know I pyne: And in thy minde thou would'st my worthes insert.

Knowe sou'raigne beautie of thy noble race, And flower of all that beare thy parents name, That I desire thy presence to embrace. To glut mine eyes with looking on the same.

Which is an obiect that doth please mine eye, Then will I arme my selfe against the storme, For to endure this cursed miserie: For hope will helpe my charge for to performe.

Then will I say to my disquiet minde, Reioyce thou mayst doe seruice to her lookes, What needst thou care although •…•…e be vnkinde. Let it suffice thy name is in her •…•…okes.

Though crost for follye of thy soaring minde, Yet art thou blest her name is in thy ringes, At last thou shalt ōf her some comfort finde? Though she be now dispos'd to clippe thy winges:

Yf thou art bashfull to discou'r thy minde, Let thy ringe tell that she thou doest adore, Yf then thou mayst not some contentment finde? In mourning weedes thy woefull happs deplore:

Thy habyte then will sure reueale thy care, She will enquire thy cause of thy annoy, Then mayst thou seighe if thou canst not declare? Howe that her favre hath thus obscur'd thy ioy:

She then no doubt will soone conceaue thy minde, When in thy lookes thy ruines will appeere, And with a smile thy thraulled chaynes un-binde; Whose bright-beam'd sun thy cloudy stormes wil cleere: And graunt thee that (at last) thou lou'st so deere.

FINIS.