PASQUIL

The glooming morn with shining Arms hath chaste The silver Ensign of the grim cheeked night, And forced the sacred troops of sparkling stars Into their private Tents, yet calm hushed sleep Strikes dumb the snoring world: yet frolic youth Thats lately matched unto a well shapte Lass, Clippes his sweet Mistress, with a pleasing arm, While the great power of Imperious Love Summons my duty to salute the shine Of my Loves beauty's. Unequaled Katherine I bring no Music to prepare thy thoughts To entertain and amorous discourse: More Music's in thy name, and sweet dispose, Then in Apollos Lyre, or Orpheus close. I'll chant thy name, and so inchant each ear, That Katherina's happy name shall hear. My Katherine, my life, my Katherine. O these kind words imparadize my thoughts. This is no kiss, but and Ambrosian bowl, The Nectar dew of thy delicious soul: Let me suck one kiss more, and with a nimble lip, Nibble upon those Rosy banks, more soft and clear Then is the Ieweld tip of Venus ear. O how a kiss inflames a Lovers thought, With such a fuel let me burn and die, And Like to Hercules so mount the sky. In faith you Jest, I did but softly sip The Roseal Juice of your reviving breath: Let clumsy judgements, chilblaind gouty wits Bung up their chief content within the whoops Of a stuffed dry Fat: and repose their Hope's Of happiness, and hearts tranquillity, Upon increase of dirt: but let me live Clipped in the cincture of a faithful arm, Lulled in contented joy, being made divine, With the most precious love of Katherine. The heavens shall melt, the sun shall cease to shine, Before I leave the love of Katherine. When I turn fickle, virtue shall be vice. My life shall be maintained by thy kind breath. O when I die let me embrace thy waste. Heavens grant, being dead my soul may live nigh thee In fair exchange vouchsafe my heart to take. Peace to thy passion, till next interview. Unhallowed villain, that with gold and blood, Thinks that almighty love can be withstood. Hold Mounsieur, there are more Crowns, only do this, return to Mamon, tell him the deed is done, and bring him hither, that he may vainly triumph in my blood, I have some painting which I found by chance in lose Camelias chamber, with that I'll stain my breast, go and return with speed. Lewd miscreant, that through the throat of hell, Wouldst mount to heaven, and enjoy love, Invalvably precious: no rank churl, Thou wast not made to slaver her fair lips With thy dead rewmy chops, nor clip her waste, With thy shrunk bloodless arm, I hear him come. Now Pasquill feign, o thou eternal light, Mourn that thy creatures should in blood delight. Old wretch, amend thy thoughts, purge, purge, repent, I'll hide thy ulcer, be but penitent. Let me entreat this favour, do not search Or be inquisitive why I fain'de: Repute me worthy your better censure: and thus think My cause was urgent, the rest lie buried. Why would you have had me dead indeed? How's this, how's this, My Katherin gone hence? Senses awake, and thou amazed soul Unwind thy self from out the Labyrinth Of gaping wonder, and astonishment. My Katherine departed? how? which way? Fool, fool, stand not debating, but pursue Haste to her comfort, for from thee does spring (Wretch that thou art) her cause of sorrowing. Now my kind Page, canst thou nor hear, nor see, Which way my Katherine hath bent her steps? What canst thou my sweet Page? What canst thou Boy? O how my soul does burn in longing hope, And hangs upon thy lips for pleasing news. What o how my heart does quake & throb with fear. O thou hast tortur'de me with lingering hope, Go haste away, fly from the pestilence Of my contagious grief, it will infect thee boy, Murder thy youth, and poison thy life's joy. Run search out Katherine, in her eyes dwell Heavens of joy; but in Pasquil hell. O thou omnipotent, infinity, Crack not the sinews of my patience With racking torment: Insist not thus to scourge My tender youth with sharp affliction, If I do love that glory of thy hand, That rich Idea of perfection, With any lustful or profane intent, Crossed be my love, murdered be all my Hope's: But if with chaste and virtuous arm I clip The rarest model of thy workmanship, Be then propitious: o eternal light, And bless my Fortune's, maugre hellish spite. What soul is that, that with her tear-full eyes Seems to lament with me in Misery's? Hold, hold, thou miracle of constancy, First let heaven perish, and the crazde world run Into first Chaos of confusion, Before such cruel violence be done To her fair breast, whose fame by virtue won, Shall honour women whilst there shines a sun. Amazement of thy Sex, Pasquill does live, And lives to love thee in eternity. Be not aghast, recover spirit, (Sweet) 'Tis Pasquill speaks, 'tis Pasquill clips thy waste, 'Tis Pasquill prints a kiss on thy fair hand. Divinity of sweetness, I protest, If these inferior Orbs were rolled up, And the imperial heaven bared to my view, It not so gracious, nor so much desired, As my deer Katherine is to Pasquils sighed. Mirror of Constancy, lifeblood of love. Renown of Virgins, whose fame shall never fleet. It will be tedious, but in brief think thus, Old Mamons malice was the venombd foam, That poisoned all the sweets of our content. I am oblig'de with infinite respect, to do you sir vice. O power divine, was ever such a love as Katherine? Here Love put on your gown. How now? good God, Heave ̄ give me paty ̄ ce: who hath used thee thus? Welcome Erram Pater, you that make Prognosti cations for ever. Where's you Almanac? Let me see sir now, when will true valour be at the full? O theres and opposition 'tis eclipsed, Venus, I Venus is mounted. Where the Goat now? Kembd, fine combed. O here are Dog days, out vpont Dog days, Dog days, Dog days, out vpont. Katherina, Katherina, Ehew Katherina. Is this the Egg where Castor and Pollux bred? I'll crack the Bastard in the very shell. Ubi Hellena, ubi Troia, is't not true my Ganymede, When shall old Saturn mount his Throne again? See, see, alas how bleak Religion stands. Katherina, Katherina, you damned Titanoies, Why prick you heavens ribs with blasphemy? Python yet breathes, old grey haired piety. Oh Sir, is't you that stamp on litrature? You are inspired you with Prophesy. Poor, poor Astraea, who blurs thy orient shine? Come yons the Capitol of Jupiter, Lets whip the Senate, else they will not leave To have their Justice blasted with abuse Of flattering Sycophants. Come lets mount the Stars, Reverend antiquity go you in first— Dotage will follow. Then comes pale faced Lust— Next Sodom, then Gomorha, next poor I, By heaven my heart is burst with misery. Virtue shall burst open the Iron gates of Hell, I'll not be cooped up, room for Phaeton Lame policy how canst thou go upright? Oh Lust, stain not sweet Love. Fie be not lost Upon the surge of vulgar humours. You Idiot Rivet my Armour, and Caparison, A mighty Centaur, for I'll run at Tilt, And tumble down y on Giantin the dust. Fit gentle Judges of great Radamant, Let not Proserpine rule thee. O she's dead Now thou art right Eacus, I appeal to thee, Have pity on a wretches misery. Amazement, wonder, stiff astonishment, Stare and stand gazing on this miracle, Perfection, of what ever a humane thought Can reach with his discursive faculties, Thou whose sweet presence purifies my sense, And dost create a second soul in me, Dear Katherine, the life of Pasquils Hope's. Once more let me embrace the constant's one That ever was tearmde her Sex perfection. Spite hath outspent it self, and thus at last, We clip with joyful arm each others wast. Is Mamon here? O sacred heavens, howiust is thy revenge? Yes honoured knight, which in more private place And fitter time, I will disclose at large. Is't possible that sisters should so thwart In native humours? one's as kind and fair, As constant, virtuous, and as debonaire, As is the heart of goodness: the other, proud, Inconstant, fantastic, and as vain in loves, As travellers in lies: blessed Katherine, Camelia's not thy sister, if she be, She's basterd to the sweets that shine in thee. Oh dira fata, saeva, miserandam, horida Quis hic Locus? quae Regio? quae Mundi plaga? Ubi sum? Katherina, Katherina, Eheu Katherina.