Nothing is constant but in constant change, What's done still is undone, and when undone Into some other fashion doth it range; Thus goes the floating world beneath the moon: Wherefore my mind above time, motion, place, Rise up, and steps unknown to nature trace. LXXXIII. Too long I followed have my fond desire, LXXXIV. To spread the azure canopy of heaven, With motions strange t' indue the planets seven, And die for those deserv'd an endless night; That angels stand amaz'd to think on it. LXXXV. WHAT hapless hap had I for to be born When gold yet was not known? and those black arts To have been then, O heaven! 't had been my bliss, But bless me now, and take me soon from this. ON THE PORTRAIT OF THE COUNTESS OF PERTH. SONNET LXXXVI. THE goddess that in Amathus doth reign With silver trammels, and sapphire-colour'd eyes, O God, what beauties to inflame the soul, And hold the hardest hearts in chains of gold! Pure neck, which doth that heavenly frame uphold! To ravish sense, she would your beauty wear. SONNET LXXXVII. IF heaven, the stars, and nature did her grace Which makes heaven's joy on earth the gazer prove, What pencil paint, what colour to the sight So sweet a shape can shew? The blushing Morn The red must lend, the Milky-way the white, The heaven the table, Zeuxis Jove must be. MADRIGAL LXXXVIII. ~ My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deckt with beauty's rose his tomb, MADRIGALS AND EPIGRAMS. THE STATUE OF MEDUSA.-LXXXIX. Or that Medusa strange, Who those that did her see in rocks did change, No image carv'd is this; Medusa's self it is: For while at heat of day To quench her thirst she by this spring did stay, Her hideous head beholding in this glass, Her senses fail'd, and thus transform'd she was. THE PORTRAIT OF MARS AND VENUS.-XC. FAIR Paphos' wanton queen (Not drawn in white and red) Is truly here, as when in Vulcan's bed She was of all heaven's laughing senate seen. Gaze on her hair, and eine, Her brows, the bows of Love, Her back with lilies spread : Ye also might perceive her turn and move, |