Actus Secundus. Scena Tertia. [ Am ]

Now shall I see what Thirsi' has done for me;
And if he have done nothing, ere my woes
Melt me' into nothing, I' le go kill my selfe
Before the proud face of that cruell mayde,
That so delights to see my hearts deepe wound
Made by her murth' ring eyes, as sure it can
Please her no lesse, to see her sad command
Fulfill'd on my owne brest with my owne hand. Thi :

Newes, newes Aminta, happy newes I bring thee;
Cleare then thy browe, and cast thy griefes away. Am

Actus Secundus. Scen: Secunda. Da :

Thirsis (as I have tolde thee) well I knowe
How well, Aminta Silvia loves; heav'n knowes
How many friendly offices I have,
And will do for him; and so much the rather
For that thou do'st intreate in his behalfe;
But I would sooner take in hand to tame
A Beare, or Tygar then a fond young wench;
The silly thing (simple as faire) sees not
How sharpe and burning be her beauties rayes,
But smiles or cries; yet wounds where ere she goe,
And fondly knowes not if shee hurt or no. Thi :

Satyr solus . [ Sat: ]

Small is the Bee; but yet with his small sting
Does greater mischiefe, then a greater thing.
But what of all things can be lesse then Love,
That through so narrow passages can pierce,
And in so narrow roome lye hid? sometime
Under the shaddow of an eye-lids fault,
Now in the small curle of a shining tresse,
Now in the little pitts which forme sweet smiles
In an inamo'ring cheeke; yet makes so deepe,
So deadly and immedicable wounds.
Ay me my brest is all one bleeding wound;

Actus Primus. Scen: Secunda. [ Am ]

At my laments I've heard the rocks, the waters
For pitty answer; and at my complaint
The leav'de boughes murmur, as they griev'd for me;
But never saw, nor ever hope to see
Pitty in the faire and cruell (shall I say
Woman or) tygar? for a woman shee
Denyes to be, in thus denying me
The pitty this my miserable state
Drawes from things sencelesse, and inanimate. Thir :

Lambes on the grasse, the Wolfe feedes on the Lambe;
Love (cruellest of things) with teares is fedd.

Actus Primus. Scen: Prima Da :

I'st possible (Silvia) thou canst resolve
To spend the faire houres of thy flowring youth
With such contempt of Venus , and her Sonne;
And hast no more desire to be a mother,
And leave a part of thee (when thou art dead)
Living behinde thee? Change (young fondling) change
Thy minde; and do not leade a life so strange. Sil :

Daphne, let others pleasure take in love,
(If in such thraledome any pleasure bee;)
The life I leade contents me well enough;
To chase the flying Deere over the lawne

The souls fixt desire,

I would frequently, from thee hear
Untill thou doe, thy self apear.

And fecth me, from this sinfull state
To enjoyment. immediate.

oh give me leave, to speak out plain
I would not flatter, lye, or fein.

Love letters, will not serve the turn
Come thou thy self, or else I burn.

It is thy self, thy self, alone
My sweet, and blessed, only one.

Tis with thy, self, that I would live
And that would satisfaction give.

Oh deerest Jesus, come away

Somthing — soull would know the meaning of but cant yet resovlvs, through grace, to go on July 21 73

What is the reason (Lord) that I
In duty, cant, that comfort spy
That doth me fill, or satisfie.

Though thou somtimes, my evedence
for glory, when I goe from hence
Dost clear, no comfort, springs from thence.

When I unto those, dutys goe
In which to others, comforts flow
My fears, and sorrows, they doe grow.

And great disatisfaction
Because I cannot feast upon
A clear sight, of my only one.

the soull having examined the world, sum'd her up, & found, her, empty, vain, & deceitfull, take its solemn farwell beforehand. July 12

Oh world, what is in thee, to be desir'd
What great things, have those, that love thee acquir'd
What reall good doe those receive from thee
That give them selfs, thy druges for to bee
Letts veiw thee round, & stricktly now enquire
Didst ever fill, or satisfie desire
Those that have had, the most of thee, have found
Ther vesals empty when they them, doe sound
What canst thou do, when we to thee do call

An expostulation of the soull with it self. July 11

What unbeleife is this
thus hastily
to long to dy
And all because of this
Black cloud, that now, thus overspreads
And threatens, to poure on our heads.

Wher is thy faith, wherby
with confidence
beyound thy sence
Thou shouldst on god rely
His interest he will cecure
His word, to thee, doth this ensure.

Thou wouldst to heaven get
and on the shore
wouldst land, before
Thy time, whose perieds set
Till that be come, tis vain to strive

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The nations, of the world do reell
What work is now, upon the whell.

Though great storms, yet, we may endure
Thine interest, thou wilt cecure.

The sky is black, & overcast
But thus, it shall not always last.

Thou wilt cause itt, again to clear
And in thy glory, wilt appear.

When all the world's in an uproar
Thy people, they may find a door.

Att which they may, by faith goe in
And shroud themselfs, under thy wing.

The Canopy, of thy great pow'r