Olde Spelling Eing one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see, As much it grieueth me to thinke thereon. At my right hand a Hynde appear'd to mee, So faire as mote the greatest God delite; Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace, Of which the one was blacke, the other white: With deadly force so in their cruell race They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast, That at the last, and in short time I spide, Vnder a Rocke where she alas opprest, Fell to the ground, and there vntimely dide. Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie, Oft makes me wayle so hard a destinie. |
Present Day SpellingEing one day at my window all alone,So many strange things happened me to see, As much it grieves me to think thereon. At my right hand a Hynde appeared to me, So fair as mote the greatest God delite; Two eager dogs did her pursue in chase, Of which the one was black, the other white: With deadly force so in their cruell race They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast, That at the last, and in short time I spied, Under a Rock where she alas opprest, Fell to the ground, and there untimely died. Cruell death vanquishing so noble beauty, Oft makes me wail so hard a destiny. |
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Made all of Heben and white Yuorie, The sailes of golde, of silke the tackle were, Milde was the winde, calme seem'd the sea to bee, The skie eachwhere did show full bright and faire; With rich treasures this gay ship fraigted was: But sudden storme did so turmoyle the aire, And tumbled vp the sea, that she (alas) Strake on a rock, that vnder water lay, And perished past all recouerie. O how great ruth and sorrowfull assay, Doth vex my sprite with perplexitie, Thus in a moment to see lost and drown'd, So great riches, as like cannot be found. |
Made all of ebony and white ivory, The sails of gold, of silk the tackle were, Mild was the wind, calm seemed the sea to be, The ski eachwhere did show full bright and fair; With rich treasures this gay ship freighted was: But sudden storm did so turmoil the air, And tumbled up the sea, that she (alas) Strake on a rock, that under water lay, And perished past all recovery. O how great ruth and sorrowfull assay, Doth vex my sprite with perplexity, Thus in a moment to see lost and drowned, So great riches, as like cannot be found. |
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Out of the fresh and lustie Lawrell tree, Amidst the yong greene wood: of Paradise Some noble plant I thought my selfe to see: Such store of birds therein yshrowded were, Chaunting in shade their sundrie melodie, That with their sweetnes I was rauish't nere. While on the Lawrell fixed was mine eie, The skie gan euerie where to ouercast, And darkned was the welkin all about, When sudden flash of heauens fire out brast, And rent this royall tree quite by the roote, Which makes me much and euer to complaine: For no such shadow shalbe had againe. |
Out of the fresh and lusty Lawrell tree, Amidst the yong green wood: of Paradise Some noble plant I thought my self to see: Such store of birds therein yshrowded were, Chaunting in shade their sundry melody, That with their sweetness I was ravisht nere. While on the Lawrell fixed was mine eye, The ski gan every where to overcast, And darkened was the ski all about, When sudden flash of heavens fire out burst, And rent this royal tree quite by the root, Which makes me much and ever to complain: For no such shadow shall be had again. |
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A spring of water, mildly tumbling downe, Whereto approched not in anie wise The homely shepheard, nor the ruder clowne; But manie Muses, and the Nymphes withall, That sweetly in accord did tune their voyce To the soft sounding of the waters fall, That my glad hart thereat did much reioyce. But while herein I tooke my chiefe delight, I saw (alas) the gaping earth deuoure The spring, the place, and all cleane out of sight. Which yet aggreeues my hart euen to this houre, And wounds my soule with rufull memorie, To see such pleasures gon so suddenly. |
A spring of water, mildly tumbling down, Whereto approched not in any wise The homely shepheard, nor the ruder clown; But many Muses, and the Nymphes withall, That sweetly in accord did tune their voyce To the soft sounding of the waters fall, That my glad heart thereat did much reioyce. But while herein I took my chief delight, I saw (alas) the gaping earth devour The spring, the place, and all clean out of sight. Which yet aggreeves my heart even to this hour, And wounds my soul with rufull memory, To see such pleasures gone so suddenly. |
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With purple wings, and crest of golden hewe; Strange bird he was, whereby I thought anone, That of some heauenly wight I had the vewe; Vntill he came vnto the broken tree, And to the spring, that late deuoured was. What say I more? each thing at last we see Doth passe away: the Phoenix there alas Spying the tree destroid, the water dride, Himself smote with his beake, as in disdaine, And so foorthwith in great despight he dide: That yet my heart burnes in exceeding paine, For ruth and pitie of so haples plight. O let mine eyes no more see such a sight. |
With purple wings, and crest of golden hewe; Strange bird he was, whereby I thought anone, That of some heavenly wight I had the view; Untill he came unto the broken tree, And to the spring, that late devoured was. What say I more? each thing at last we see Doth pass away: the Phoenix there alas Spying the tree destroid, the water dried, Himself smote with his beak, as in disdain, And so foorthwith in great despight he died: That yet my heart burns in exceeding pain, For ruth and pitie of so haples plight. O let mine eyes no more see such a sight. |
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That thinking yet on her I burne and quake; On hearbs and flowres she walked pensiuely, Milde, but yet loue she proudly did forsake: White seem'd her robes, yet wouen so they were, As snow and golde together had been wrought. Aboue the wast a darke clowde shrouded her, A stinging Serpent by the heele her caught; Wherewith she languisht as the gathered floure, And well assur'd she mounted vp to ioy. Alas, on earth so nothing doth endure, But bitter griefe and sorrowfull annoy: Which make this life wretched and miserable, Tossed with stormes of fortune variable. |
That thinking yet on her I burn and quake; On herbs and flowers she walked pensively, Mild, but yet love she proudly did forsake: White seemed her robes, yet woven so they were, As snow and gold together had been wrought. Above the wast a dark clowd shrouded her, A stinging Serpent by the heel her caught; Wherewith she languisht as the gathered flour, And well assured she mounted up to ioy. Alas, on earth so nothing doth endure, But bitter grief and sorrowfull annoy: Which make this life wretched and miserable, Tossed with storms of fortune variable. |
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Of vaine worlds glorie, flitting too and fro, And mortall men tossed by troublous fate In restles seas of wretchednes and woe, I wish I might this wearie life forgoe, And shortly turne vnto my happie rest, Where my free spirite might not anie moe Be vext with sights, that doo her peace molest. And ye faire Ladie, in whose bounteous brest All heauenly grace and vertue shrined is, When ye these rythmes doo read, and vew the rest, Loath this base world, and thinke of heauens blis: And though ye be the fairest of Gods creatures, Yet thinke, that death shall spoyle your goodly features. |
Of vain worlds glory, flitting too and fro, And mortall men tossed by troublous fate In restles seas of wretchednes and woe, I wish I might this weary life forgo, And shortly turn unto my happy rest, Where my free spirit might not any more Be vext with sights, that do her peace molest. And ye fair Lady, in whose bounteous brest All heavenly grace and vertue shrined is, When ye these rythmes do read, and view the rest, Loath this base world, and think of heavens bliss: And though ye be the fairest of Gods creatures, Yet think, that death shall spoyle your goodly features. |