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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Minor Poems of Michael Drayton + +Author: Michael Drayton + +Editor: Cyril Brett + +Release Date: February 27, 2006 [EBook #17873] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MINOR POEMS OF MICHAEL DRAYTON *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Taavi Kalju and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<h1> +MINOR POEMS<br /> +OF<br /> +MICHAEL DRAYTON</h1> + + +<h3>CHOSEN AND EDITED BY<br /> +CYRIL BRETT</h3> + + +<h4>OXFORD<br /> +AT THE CLARENDON PRESS<br /> +1907 +</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h5> +Henry Frowde, M.A.<br /> +Publisher to the University of Oxford<br /> +London, Edinburgh, New York<br /> +and Toronto<br /> +</h5> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'>PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Chronological Table</span></td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_iv'>iv</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Introduction</span></td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_v'>v</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sonnets</span> (1594)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sonnets</span> (1599)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sonnets</span> (1602)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_42'>42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sonnets</span> (1605)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_47'>47</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sonnets</span> (1619)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_51'>51</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Odes</span> (1619)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_56'>56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Odes</span> (1606)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_85'>85</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Elegies</span> (1627)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_88'>88</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Nimphidia</span> (1627)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_124'>124</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Quest of Cynthia</span></td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_144'>144</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Shepards Sirena</span></td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_151'>151</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Muses Elizium</span> (1630)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_161'>161</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Songs from the Shepherd's Garland</span> (1593)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_231'>231</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Songs from the Shepherd's Garland</span> (1605)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_240'>240</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Songs from the Shepherd's Garland</span> (1606)</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_242'>242</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Appendix</span></td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_248'>248</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Notes</span></td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_257'>257</a></td> +</tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE OF DRAYTON'S LIFE AND WORKS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1563</td> + <td align='left'>Drayton born at Hartshill, Warwickshire.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1572?</td> + <td align='left'>Drayton a page in the house of Sir Henry Goodere, at Polesworth.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>c. 1574</td> + <td align='left'>Anne Goodere born?</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>Feb. 1591</td> + <td align='left'>Drayton in London. <i>Harmony of Church</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1593</td> + <td align='left'><i>Idea, the Shepherd's Garland</i>. <i>Legend of Peirs Gaveston</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1594</td> + <td align='left'><i>Ideas Mirrour</i>. <i>Matilda</i>. Lucy Harrington becomes Countess of Bedford.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1595</td> + <td align='left'>Sir Henry Goodere the elder dies. <i>Endimion and Phoebe</i>, dedicated to Lucy Bedford.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1595-6</td> + <td align='left'>Anne Goodere married to Sir Henry Rainsford.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1596</td> + <td align='left'><i>Mortimeriados</i>. <i>Legends of Robert, Matilda, and Gaveston</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1597</td> + <td align='left'><i>England's Heroical Epistles</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1598</td> + <td align='left'>Drayton already at work on the <i>Polyolbion</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1599</td> + <td align='left'><i>Epistles</i> and <i>Idea</i> sonnets, new edition. (Date of Portrait of Drayton in National Portrait Gallery.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1600</td> + <td align='left'><i>Sir John Oldcastle</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1602</td> + <td align='left'>New edition of <i>Epistles</i> and <i>Idea</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1603</td> + <td align='left'>Drayton made an Esquire of the Bath, to Sir Walter Aston. <i>To the Maiestie of King James</i>. <i>Barons' Wars</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1604</td> + <td align='left'><i>The Owle</i>. <i>A Pean Triumphall</i>. <i>Moyses in a Map of his Miracles</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1605</td> + <td align='left'>First collected edition of <i>Poems</i>. Another edition of <i>Idea</i> and <i>Epistles</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1606</td> + <td align='left'><i>Poemes Lyrick and Pastorall</i>. <i>Odes</i>. <i>Eglogs</i>. <i>The Man in the Moone</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1607</td> + <td align='left'><i>Legend of Great Cromwell</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1608</td> + <td align='left'>Reprint of Collected Poems.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1609</td> + <td align='left'>Another edition of <i>Cromwell</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1610</td> + <td align='left'>Reprint of Collected Poems.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1613</td> + <td align='left'>Reprint of Collected Poems. First Part of <i>Polyolbion</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1618</td> + <td align='left'>Two <i>Elegies</i> in FitzGeoffrey's <i>Satyrs and Epigrames</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1619</td> + <td align='left'>Collected Folio edition of Poems.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1620</td> + <td align='left'>Second edition of <i>Elegies</i>, and reprint of 1619 Poems.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1622</td> + <td align='left'><i>Polyolbion</i> complete.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1627</td> + <td align='left'><i>Battle of Agincourt</i>, <i>Nymphidia</i>, &c.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1630</td> + <td align='left'><i>Muses Elizium</i>. <i>Noah's Floud</i>. <i>Moses his Birth and Miracles</i>. <i>David and Goliah</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1631</td> + <td align='left'>Second edition of 1627 folio. Drayton dies towards the end of the year.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1636</td> + <td align='left'>Posthumous poem appeared in <i>Annalia Dubrensia</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>1637</td> + <td align='left'><i>Poems</i>.</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> +<h2>INTRODUCTION</h2> + + +<p>Michael Drayton was born in 1563, at Hartshill, near Atherstone, in +Warwickshire, where a cottage, said to have been his, is still shown. He +early became a page to Sir Henry Goodere, at Polesworth Hall: his own +words give the best picture of his early years here.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> His education +would seem to have been good, but ordinary; and it is very doubtful if +he ever went to a university.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> Besides the authors mentioned in the +Epistle to Henry Reynolds, he was certainly familiar with Ovid and +Horace, and possibly with Catullus: while there seems no reason to doubt +that he read Greek, though it is quite true that his references to Greek +authors do not prove any first-hand acquaintance. He understood French, +and read Rabelais and the French sonneteers, and he seems to have been +acquainted with Italian.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> His knowledge of English literature was +wide, and his judgement good: but his chief bent lay towards the +history, legendary and otherwise, of his native country, and his vast +stores of learning on this subject bore fruit in the <i>Polyolbion</i>.</p> + +<p>While still at Polesworth, Drayton fell in love with his patron's +younger daughter, Anne;<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and, though she married, in 1596, Sir Henry +Rainsford of Clifford, Drayton continued his devotion to her for many +years, and also became an intimate friend of her husband's, writing a +sincere elegy on his death.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> About February,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span> 1591, Drayton paid a +visit to London, and published his first work, the <i>Harmony of the +Church</i>, a series of paraphrases from the Old Testament, in +fourteen-syllabled verse of no particular vigour or grace. This book was +immediately suppressed by order of Archbishop Whitgift, possibly because +it was supposed to savour of Puritanism.<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> The author, however, +published another edition in 1610; indeed, he seems to have had a +fondness for this style of work; for in 1604 he published a dull poem, +<i>Moyses in a Map of his Miracles</i>, re-issued in 1630 as <i>Moses his Birth +and Miracles</i>. Accompanying this piece, in 1630, were two other 'Divine +poems': <i>Noah's Floud</i>, and <i>David and Goliath</i>. <i>Noah's Floud</i> is, in +part, one of Drayton's happiest attempts at the catalogue style of +bestiary; and Mr. Elton finds in it some foreshadowing of the manner of +<i>Paradise Lost</i>. But, as a whole, Drayton's attempts in this direction +deserve the oblivion into which they, in common with the similar +productions of other authors, have fallen. In the dedication and preface +to the <i>Harmony of the Church</i> are some of the few traces of Euphuism +shown in Drayton's work; passages in the <i>Heroical Epistles</i> also occur +to the mind.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> He was always averse to affectation, literary or +otherwise, and in Elegy viij deliberately condemns Lyly's fantastic +style.</p> + +<p>Probably before Drayton went up to London, Sir Henry Goodere saw that he +would stand in need of a patron more powerful than the master of +Polesworth, and introduced him to the Earl and Countess of Bedford. +Those who believe<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> Drayton to have been a Pope in petty spite, +identify the 'Idea' of his earlier poems with Lucy, Countess of Bedford; +though they are forced to acknowledge as self-evident that the 'Idea' of +his later work is Anne, Lady Rainsford. They then proceed to say that +Drayton, after consistently honouring the Countess in his verse for +twelve years, abruptly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span> transferred his allegiance, not forgetting to +heap foul abuse on his former patroness, out of pique at some temporary +withdrawal of favour. Not only is this directly contrary to all we know +and can infer of Drayton's character, but Mr. Elton has decisively +disproved it by a summary of bibliographical and other evidence. Into +the question it is here unnecessary to enter, and it has been mentioned +only because it alone, of the many Drayton-controversies, has cast any +slur on the poet's reputation.</p> + +<p>In 1593, Drayton published <i>Idea, the Shepherds Garland</i>, in nine +Eclogues; in 1606 he added a tenth, the best of all, to the new edition, +and rearranged the order, so that the new eclogue became the ninth. In +these Pastorals, while following the <i>Shepherds Calendar</i> in many ways, +he already displays something of the sturdy independence which +characterized him through life. He abandons Spenser's quasi-rustic +dialect, and, while keeping to most of the pastoral conventions, such as +the singing-match and threnody, he contrives to introduce something of a +more natural and homely strain. He keeps the political allusions, +notably in the Eclogue containing the song in praise of <i>Beta</i>, who is, +of course, Queen Elizabeth. But an over-bold remark in the last line of +that song was struck out in 1606; and the new eclogue has no political +reference. He is not ashamed to allude directly to Spenser; and indeed +his direct debts are limited to a few scattered phrases, as in the +<i>Ballad</i> of <i>Dowsabel</i>. Almost to the end of his literary career, +Drayton mentions Spenser with reverence and praise.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p> + +<p>It is in the songs interspersed in the Eclogues that Drayton's best work +at this time is to be found: already his metrical versatility is +discernible; for though he doubtless remembered the many varieties of +metre employed by Spenser in the <i>Calendar</i>, his verses already bear a +stamp of their own. The long but impetuous lines, such as 'Trim up her +golden tresses with Apollo's sacred tree', afford a striking contrast to +the archaic romance-metre, derived from <i>Sir Thopas</i> and its fellows, +which appears in <i>Dowsabel</i>, and it again to the melancholy, murmuring +cadences of the lament for Elphin. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span> must, however, be confessed that +certain of the songs in the 1593 edition were full of recondite conceits +and laboured antitheses, and were rightly struck out, to be replaced by +lovelier poems, in the edition of 1606. The song to Beta was printed in +<i>Englands Helicon</i>, 1600; here, for the first time, appeared the song of +<i>Dead Love</i>, and for the only time, <i>Rowlands Madrigal</i>. In these songs, +Drayton offends least in grammar, always a weak point with him; in the +body of the Eclogues, in the earlier Sonnets, in the Odes, occur the +most extraordinary and perplexing inversions. Quite the most striking +feature of the Eclogues, especially in their later form, is their bold +attempt at greater realism, at a breaking-away from the conventional +images and scenery.</p> + +<p>Having paid his tribute to one poetic fashion, Drayton in 1594 fell in +with the prevailing craze for sonneteering, and published <i>Ideas +Mirrour</i>, a series of fifty-one 'amours' or sonnets, with two prefatory +poems, one by Drayton and one by an unknown, signing himself <i>Gorbo il +fidele</i>. The title of these poems Drayton possibly borrowed from the +French sonneteer, de Pontoux: in their style much recollection of +Sidney, Constable, and Daniel is traceable. They are ostensibly +addressed to his mistress, and some of them are genuine in feeling; but +many are merely imitative exercises in conceit; some, apparently, trials +in metre. These amours were again printed, with the title of 'sonnets', +in <i>1599</i><a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a>, 1600, <i>1602</i>, 1603, <i>1605</i>, 1608, 1610, 1613, <i>1619</i>, and +1631, during the poet's lifetime. It is needless here to discuss whether +Drayton were the 'rival poet' to Shakespeare, whether these sonnets were +really addressed to a man, or merely to the ideal Platonic beauty; for +those who are interested in these points, I subjoin references to the +sonnets which touch upon them.<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> From the prentice-work evident in +many of the <i>Amours</i>, it would seem that certain of them are among +Drayton's earliest poems; but others show a craftsman not meanly +advanced in his art. Nevertheless, with few exceptions, this first +'bundle of sonnets' consists rather of trials of skill, bubbles of the +mind; most of his sonnets which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span> strike the reader as touched or +penetrated with genuine passion belong to the editions from 1599 +onwards; implying that his love for Anne Goodere, if at all represented +in these poems, grew with his years, for the 'love-parting' is first +found in the edition of 1619. But for us the question should not be, are +these sonnets genuine representations of the personal feeling of the +poet? but rather, how far do they arouse or echo in us as individuals +the universal passion? There are at least some of Drayton's sonnets +which possess a direct, instant, and universal appeal, by reason of +their simple force and straightforward ring; and not in virtue of any +subtle charm of sound and rhythm, or overmastering splendour of diction +or thought. Ornament vanishes, and soberness and simplicity increase, as +we proceed in the editions of the sonnets. Drayton's chief attempt in +the jewelled or ornamental style appeared in 1595, with the title of +<i>Endimion and Phoebe</i>, and was, in a sense, an imitation of Marlowe's +<i>Hero and Leander</i>. <i>Hero and Leander</i> is, as Swinburne says, a shrine +of Parian marble, illumined from within by a clear flame of passion; +while <i>Endimion and Phoebe</i> is rather a curiously wrought tapestry, such +as that in Mortimer's Tower, woven in splendid and harmonious colours, +wherein, however, the figures attain no clearness or subtlety of +outline, and move in semi-conventional scenery. It is, none the less, +graceful and impressive, and of a like musical fluency with other poems +of its class, such as <i>Venus and Adonis</i>, or <i>Salmacis and +Hermaphrodius</i>. Parts of it were re-set and spoilt in a 1606 publication +of Drayton's, called <i>The Man in the Moone</i>.</p> + +<p>In 1593 and 1594 Drayton also published his earliest pieces on the +mediaeval theme of the 'Falls of the Illustrious'; they were <i>Peirs +Gavesson</i> and <i>Matilda the faire and chaste daughter of the Lord Robert +Fitzwater</i>. Here Drayton followed in the track of Boccaccio, Lydgate, +and the <i>Mirrour for Magistrates</i>, walking in the way which Chaucer had +derided in his <i>Monkes Tale</i>: and with only too great fidelity does +Drayton adapt himself to the dullnesses of his model: fine rhetoric is +not altogether wanting, and there is, of course, the consciousness that +these subjects deal with the history of his beloved country, but neither +these, nor <i>Robert, Duke of Normandy</i> (1596), nor <i>Great Cromwell, Earl +of Essex</i> (1607 and 1609), nor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span> the <i>Miseries of Margaret</i> (1627) can +escape the charge of tediousness.<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> <i>England's Heroical Epistles</i> were +first published in 1597, and other editions, of 1598, 1599, and 1602, +contain new epistles. These are Drayton's first attempt to strike out a +new and original vein of English poetry: they are a series of letters, +modelled on Ovid's <i>Heroides</i>,<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> addressed by various pairs of lovers, +famous in English history, to each other, and arranged in chronological +order, from Henry II and Rosamond to Lady Jane Grey and Lord Guilford +Dudley. They are, in a sense, the most important of Drayton's writings, +and they have certainly been the most popular, up to the early +nineteenth century. In these poems Drayton foreshadowed, and probably +inspired, the smooth style of Fairfax, Waller, and Dryden. The metre, +the grammar, and the thought, are all perfectly easy to follow, even +though he employs many of the Ovidian 'turns' and 'clenches'. A certain +attempt at realization of the different characters is observable, but +the poems are fine rhetorical exercises rather than realizations of the +dramatic and passionate possibilities of their themes. In 1596, Drayton, +as we have seen, published the <i>Mortimeriados</i>, a kind of epic, with +Mortimer as its hero, of the wars between King Edward II and the +Barons.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> It was written in the seven-line stanza of Chaucer's +<i>Troilus and Cressida</i> and Spenser's <i>Hymns</i>. On its republication in +1603, with the title of the <i>Barons' Wars</i>, the metre was changed to +<i>ottava rima</i>, and Drayton showed, in an excellent preface, that he +fully appreciated the principles and the subtleties of the metrical art. +While possessing many fine passages, the <i>Barons'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span> Wars</i> is somewhat +dull, lacking much of the poetry of the older version; and does not +escape from Drayton's own criticism of Daniel's Chronicle Poems: 'too +much historian in verse, ... His rhymes were smooth, his metres well did +close, But yet his manner better fitted prose'.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> The description of +Mortimer's Tower in the sixth book recalls the ornate style of <i>Endimion +and Phoebe</i>, while the fifth book, describing the miseries of King +Edward, is the most moving and dramatic. But there is a general +lifelessness and lack of movement for which these purple passages barely +atone. The cause of the production of so many chronicle poems about this +time has been supposed<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> to be the desire of showing the horrors of +civil war, at a time when the queen was growing old, and no successor +had, as it seemed, been accepted. Also they were a kind of parallel to +the Chronicle Play; and Drayton, in any case even if we grant him to +have been influenced by the example of Daniel, never needed much +incentive to treat a national theme.</p> + +<p>About this time, we find Drayton writing for the stage. It seems +unnecessary here to discuss whether the writing of plays is evidence of +Drayton's poverty, or his versatility;<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> but the fact remains that he +had a hand in the production of about twenty. Of these, the only one +which certainly survives is <i>The first part of the true and honorable +historie, of the life of Sir John Oldcastle, the good Lord Cobham,</i> &c. +It is practically impossible to distinguish Drayton's share in this +curious play, and it does not, therefore, materially assist the +elucidation of the question whether he had any dramatic feeling or +skill. It can be safely affirmed that the dramatic instinct was nor +uppermost in his mind; he was a Seneca rather than a Euripides: but to +deny him all dramatic idea, as does Dr. Whitaker, is too severe. There +is decided, if slender, dramatic skill and feeling in certain of the +<i>Nymphals</i>. Drayton's persons are usually, it must be said, rather +figures in a tableau, or series of tableaux; but in the second and +seventh <i>Nymphals</i>, and occasionally in the tenth, there is real<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> +dramatic movement. Closely connected with this question is the +consideration of humour, which is wrongly denied to Drayton. Humour is +observable first, perhaps, in the <i>Owle</i> (1604); then in the <i>Ode to his +Rival</i> (1619); and later in the <i>Nymphidia</i>, <i>Shepheards Sirena</i>, and +<i>Muses Elyzium</i>. The second <i>Nymphal</i> shows us the quiet laughter, the +humorous twinkle, with which Drayton writes at times. The subject is an +[Greek: agôn] or contest between two shepherds for the affections of a +nymph called Lirope: Lalus is a vale-bred swain, of refined and elegant +manners, skilled, nevertheless, in all manly sports and exercises; +Cleon, no less a master in physical prowess, was nurtured by a hind in +the mountains; the contrast between their manners is admirably +sustained: Cleon is rough, inclined to be rude and scoffing, totally +without tact, even where his mistress is concerned. Lalus remembers her +upbringing and her tastes; he makes no unnecessary or ostentatious +display of wealth; his gifts are simple and charming, while Cleon's are +so grotesquely unsuited to a swain, that it is tempting to suppose that +Drayton was quietly satirizing Marlowe's <i>Passionate Shepherd</i>. Lirope +listens gravely to the swains in turn, and makes demure but provoking +answers, raising each to the height of hope, and then casting them both +down into the depths of despair; finally she refuses both, yet without +altogether killing hope. Her first answer is a good specimen of her +banter and of Drayton's humour.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></p> + +<p>On the accession of James I, Drayton hastened to greet the King with a +somewhat laboured song <i>To the Maiestie of King James</i>; but this poem +was apparently considered to be premature: he cried <i>Vivat Rex</i>, without +having said, <i>Mortua est eheu Regina</i>, and accordingly he suffered the +penalty of his 'forward pen',<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> and was severely neglected by King and +Court. Throughout James's reign a darker and more satirical mood +possesses Drayton, intruding at times even into his strenuous +recreation-ground, the <i>Polyolbion</i>, and manifesting itself more +directly in his satires, the <i>Owle</i> (1604), the <i>Moon-Calfe</i> (1627), the +<i>Man in the Moone</i> (1606), and his verse-letters and elegies; while his +disappointment with the times, the country, and the King,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span> flashes out +occasionally even in the Odes, and is heard in his last publication, the +<i>Muses Elizium</i> (1630). To counterbalance the disappointment in his +hopes from the King, Drayton found a new and life-long friend in Walter +Aston, of Tixall, in Staffordshire; this gentleman was created Knight of +the Bath by James, and made Drayton one of his esquires. By Aston's +'continual bounty' the poet was able to devote himself almost entirely +to more congenial literary work; for, while Meres speaks of the +<i>Polyolbion</i> in 1598,<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> and we may easily see that Drayton had the +idea of that work at least as early as 1594,<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> yet he cannot have been +able to give much time to it till now. Nevertheless, the 'declining and +corrupt times' worked on Drayton's mind and grieved and darkened his +soul, for we must remember that he was perfectly prosperous then and was +not therefore incited to satire by bodily want or distress.</p> + +<p>In 1604 he published the <i>Owle</i>, a mild satire, under the form of a +moral fable of government, reminding the reader a little of the +<i>Parlement of Foules</i>. <i>The Man in the Moone</i> (1606) is partly a +recension of <i>Endimion and Phoebe</i>, but is a heterogeneous mass of +weakly satire, of no particular merit. The <i>Moon-Calfe</i> (1627) is +Drayton's most savage and misanthropic excursion into the region of +Satire; in which, though occasionally nobly ironic, he is more usually +coarse and blustering, in the style of Marston.<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> In 1605 Drayton +brought out his first 'collected poems', from which the <i>Eclogues</i> and +the <i>Owle</i> are omitted; and in 1606 he published his <i>Poemes Lyrick and +Pastorall</i>, <i>Odes</i>, <i>Eglogs</i>, <i>The Man in the Moone</i>. Of these the +<i>Eglogs</i> are a recension of the <i>Shepherd's Garland</i> of 1593: we have +already spoken of <i>The Man in the Moone</i>. The <i>Odes</i> are by far the most +important and striking feature of the book. In the preface, Drayton +professes to be following Pindar, Anacreon, and Horace, though, as he +modestly implies, at a great distance. Under the title of <i>Odes</i> he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> +includes a variety of subjects, and a variety of metres; ranging from an +<i>Ode to his Harp</i> or <i>to his Criticks</i>, to a <i>Ballad of Agincourt</i>, or a +poem on the Rose compared with his Mistress. In the edition of 1619 +appeared several more Odes, including some of the best; while many of +the others underwent careful revision, notably the <i>Ballad</i>. 'Sing wee +the Rose,' perhaps because of its unintelligibility, and the Ode to his +friend John Savage, perhaps because too closely imitated from Horace, +were omitted. Drayton was not the first to use the term <i>Ode</i> for a +lyrical poem, in English: Soothern in 1584, and Daniel in 1592 had +preceded him; but he was the first to give the name popularity in +England, and to lift the kind as Ronsard had lifted it in France; and +till the time of Cowper no other English poet showed mastery of the +short, staccato measure of the Anacreontic as distinct from the Pindaric +Ode. In the <i>Odes</i> Drayton shows to the fullest extent his metrical +versatility: he touches the Skeltonic metre, the long ten-syllabled line +of the <i>Sacrifice to Apollo</i>; and ascends from the smooth and melodious +rhythms of the <i>New Year</i> through the inspiring harp-tones of the +<i>Virginian Voyage</i> to the clangour and swing of the <i>Ballad of +Agincourt</i>. His grammar is possibly more distorted here than anywhere, +but, as Mr. Elton says, 'these are the obstacles of any poet who uses +measures of four or six syllables.' His tone throughout is rather that +of the harp, as played, perhaps, in Polesworth Hall, than that of any +other instrument; but in 1619 Drayton has taken to him the lute of Carew +and his compeers. In 1619 the style is lighter, the fancy gayer, more +exquisite, more recondite. Most of his few metaphysical conceits are to +be found in these later Odes, as in the <i>Heart</i>, the <i>Valentine</i>, and +the <i>Crier</i>. In the comparison of the two editions the nobler, if more +strained, tone of the earlier is obvious; it is still Elizabethan, in +its nobility of ideal and purpose, in its enthusiasm, in its belief and +confidence in England and her men; and this even though we catch a +glimpse of the Jacobean woe in the <i>Ode to John Savage</i>: the 1619 Odes +are of a different world; their spirit is lighter, more insouciant in +appearance, though perhaps studiedly so; the rhythms are more fantastic, +with less of strength and firmness, though with more of grace and +superficial beauty; even the very textual alterations, while<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> usually +increasing the grace and the music of the lines, remind the reader that +something of the old spontaneity and freshness is gone.</p> + +<p>In 1607 and 1609, Drayton published two editions of the last and weakest +of his mediaeval poems—the <i>Legend of Great Cromwell</i>; and for the next +few years he produced nothing new, only attending to the publication of +certain reprints and new editions. During this time, however, he was +working steadily at the <i>Polyolbion</i>, helped by the patronage of Aston +and of Prince Henry. In 1612-13, Drayton burst upon an indifferent world +with the first part of the great poem, containing eighteen songs; the +title-page will give the best idea of the contents and plan of the book: +'Poly-Olbion or a Chorographicall Description of the Tracts, Riuers, +Mountaines, Forests, and other Parts of this renowned Isle of Great +Britaine, With intermixture of the most Remarquable Stories, +Antiquities, Wonders, Rarityes, Pleasures, and Commodities of the same: +Digested in a Poem by Michael Drayton, Esq. With a Table added, for +direction to those occurrences of Story and Antiquities, whereunto the +Course of the Volume easily leades not.' &c. On this work Drayton had +been engaged for nearly the whole of his poetical career. The learning +and research displayed in the poem are extraordinary, almost equalling +the erudition of Selden in his Annotations to each Song. The first part +was, for various reasons, a drug in the market, and Drayton found great +difficulty in securing a publisher for the second part. But during the +years from 1613 to 1622, he became acquainted with Drummond of +Hawthornden through a common friend, Sir William Alexander of Menstry, +afterwards Earl of Stirling. In 1618, Drayton starts a correspondence; +and towards the end of the year mentions that he is corresponding also +with Andro Hart, bookseller, of Edinburgh. The subject of his letter was +probably the publication of the Second Part; which Drayton alludes to in +a letter of 1619 thus: 'I have done twelve books more, that is from the +eighteenth book, which was Kent, if you note it; all the East part and +North to the river Tweed; but it lies by me; for the booksellers and I +are in terms; they are a company of base knaves, whom I both scorn and +kick at.' Finally, in 1622, Drayton got Marriott, Grismand, and Dewe, of +London, to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span> take the work, and it was published with a dedication to +Prince Charles, who, after his brother's death, had given Drayton +patronage. Drayton's preface to the Second Part is well worth quoting:</p> + +<p>'<i>To any that will read it.</i> When I first undertook this Poem, or, as +some very skilful in this kind have pleased to term it, this Herculean +labour, I was by some virtuous friends persuaded, that I should receive +much comfort and encouragement therein; and for these reasons; First, +that it was a new, clear, way, never before gone by any; then, that it +contained all the Delicacies, Delights, and Rarities of this renowned +Isle, interwoven with the Histories of the Britons, Saxons, Normans, and +the later English: And further that there is scarcely any of the +Nobility or Gentry of this land, but that he is in some way or other by +his Blood interested therein. But it hath fallen out otherwise; for +instead of that comfort, which my noble friends (from the freedom of +their spirits) proposed as my due, I have met with barbarous ignorance, +and base detraction; such a cloud hath the Devil drawn over the world's +judgment, whose opinion is in few years fallen so far below all +ballatry, that the lethargy is incurable: nay, some of the Stationers, +that had the selling of the First Part of this Poem, because it went not +so fast away in the sale, as some of their beastly and abominable trash, +(a shame both to our language and nation) have either despitefully left +out, or at least carelessly neglected the Epistles to the Readers, and +so have cozened the buyers with unperfected books; which these that have +undertaken the Second Part, have been forced to amend in the First, for +the small number that are yet remaining in their hands. And some of our +outlandish, unnatural, English, (I know not how otherwise to express +them) stick not to say that there is nothing in this Island worth +studying for, and take a great pride to be ignorant in any thing +thereof; for these, since they delight in their folly, I wish it may be +hereditary from them to their posterity, that their children may be +begg'd for fools to the fifth generation, until it may be beyond the +memory of man to know that there was ever other of their families: +neither can this deter me from going on with Scotland, if means and time +do not hinder me, to perform as much as I have promised in my First +Song:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Till through the sleepy main, to <i>Thuly</i> I have gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seen the Frozen Isles, the cold <i>Deucalidon</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst whose iron Rocks, grim <i>Saturn</i> yet remains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bound in those gloomy caves with adamantine chains.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And as for those cattle whereof I spake before, <i>Odi profanum vulgus, et +arceo</i>, of which I account them, be they never so great, and so I leave +them. To my friends, and the lovers of my labours, I wish all happiness. +<i>Michael Drayton.</i>'</p> + +<p>The <i>Polyolbion</i> as a whole is easy and pleasant to read; and though in +some parts it savours too much of a mere catalogue, yet it has many +things truly poetical. The best books are perhaps the xiij, xiv, and xv, +where he is on his own ground, and therefore naturally at his best. It +is interesting to notice how much attention and space he devotes to +Wales. He describes not only the 'wonders' but also the fauna and flora +of each district; and of the two it would seem that the flowers +interested him more. Though he was a keen observer of country sights and +sounds (a fact sufficiently attested by the <i>Nymphidia</i> and the +<i>Nymphals</i>), it is evident that his interest in most things except +flowers was rather momentary or conventional than continuous and +heart-felt; but of the flowers he loves to talk, whether he weaves us a +garland for the Thame's wedding, or gives us the contents of a maund of +simples; and his love, if somewhat homely and unimaginative, is apparent +enough. But the main inspiration, as it is the main theme, of the +<i>Polyolbion</i> is the glory and might and wealth, past, present, and +future, of England, her possessions and her folk. Through all this +glory, however, we catch the tone of Elizabethan sorrow over the 'Ruines +of Time'; grief that all these mighty men and their works will perish +and be forgotten, unless the poet makes them live for ever on the lips +of men. Drayton's own voluminousness has defeated his purpose, and sunk +his poem by its own bulk. Though it is difficult to go so far as Mr. +Bullen, and say that the only thing better than a stroll in the +<i>Polyolbion</i> is one in a Sussex lane, it is still harder to agree with +Canon Beeching, that 'there are few beauties on the road', the beauties +are many, though of a quietly rural type, and the road, if long and +winding, is of good surface, while its cranks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span> constitute much of its +charm. It is doubtless, from the outside, an appalling poem in these +days of epitomes and monographs, but it certainly deserves to be rescued +from oblivion and read.</p> + +<p>In 1618 Drayton contributed two <i>Elegies</i> to Henry FitzGeoffrey's +<i>Satyrs and Epigrames</i>. These were on the Lady Penelope Clifton, and on +'the death of the three sonnes of the Lord Sheffield, drowned neere +where Trent falleth into Humber'. Neither is remarkable save for +far-fetched conceits; they were reprinted in 1610, and again, with many +others, in the volume of 1627. In 1619 Drayton issued a folio collected +edition of his works, and reprinted it in 1620. In 1627 followed a folio +of wholly fresh matter, including the <i>Battaile of Agincourt</i>; <i>the +Miseries of Queene Margarite</i>, <i>Nimphidia</i>, <i>Quest of Cinthia</i>, +<i>Shepheards Sirena</i>, <i>Moone-Calfe</i>, and <i>Elegies upon sundry occasions</i>. +The <i>Battaile of Agincourt</i> is a somewhat otiose expansion, with purple +patches, of the <i>Ballad</i>; it is, nevertheless, Drayton's best lengthy +piece on a historical theme. Of the <i>Miseries of Queene Margarite</i> and +of the <i>Moone-Calfe</i> we have already spoken. The most notable piece in +the book is the <i>Nimphidia</i>. This poem of the Court of Fairy has +'invention, grace, and humour', as Canon Beeching has said. It would be +interesting to know exactly when it was composed and committed to paper, +for it is thought that the three fairy poems in Herrick's <i>Hesperides</i> +were written about 1626. In any case, Drayton's poem touches very +little, and chiefly in the beginning, on the subject of any one of +Herrick's three pieces. The style, execution, and impression left on the +reader are quite different; even as they are totally unlike those of the +<i>Midsummer Night's Dream</i>. Herrick's pieces are extraordinary +combinations of the idea of 'King of Shadows', with a reality +fantastically sober: the poems are steeped in moonlight. In Drayton all +is clear day, or the most unromantic of nights; though everything is +charming, there is no attempt at idealization, little of the higher +faculty of imagination; but great realism, and much play of fancy. +Herrick's verses were written by Cobweb and Moth together, Drayton's by +Puck. Granting, however, the initial deficiency in subtlety of charm, +the whole poem is inimitably graceful and piquant. The gay humour, the +demure horror of the witchcraft, the terrible seriousness of the battle, +wonderfully<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span> realize the mock-heroic gigantesque; and while there is not +the minute accuracy of Gulliver in Lilliput, Drayton did not write for a +sceptical or too-prying audience; quite half his readers believed more +or less in fairies. In the metre of the poem Drayton again echoes that +of the older romances, as he did in <i>Dowsabel</i>. In the <i>Quest of +Cinthia</i>, while ostensibly we come to the real world of mortals, we are +really in a non-existent land of pastoral convention, in the most +pseudo-Arcadian atmosphere in which Drayton ever worked. The metre and +the language are, however, charmingly managed. <i>The Shepheards Sirena</i> +is a poem, apparently, 'where more is meant than meets the ear,' as so +often in pastoral poetry<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a>; it is difficult to see exactly what is +meant; but the Jacobean strain of doubt and fear is there, and the poem +would seem to have been written some time earlier than 1627. The +<i>Elegies</i> comprise a great variety of styles and themes; some are really +threnodies, some verse-letters, some laments over the evil times, and +one a summary of Drayton's literary opinions. He employs the couplet in +his <i>Elegies</i> with a masterly hand, often with a deliberately rugged +effect, as in his broader Marstonic satire addressed to William Browne; +while the line of greater smoothness but equal strength is to be seen in +the letters to Sandys and Jeffreys. He is fantastic and conceited in +most of the threnodies; but, as is natural, that on his old friend, Sir +Henry Rainsford, is least artificial and fullest of true feeling. The +epistle to <i>Henery Reynolds. Of Poets and Poesie</i> shows Drayton as a +sane and sagacious critic, ready to see the good, but keen to discern +the weakness also; perhaps the clearest evidence of his critical skill +is the way in which nearly all of his judgements on his contemporaries +coincide with the received modern opinions.</p> + +<p>In his later years Drayton enjoyed the patronage of the third Earl and +Countess of Dorset; and in <i>1630</i> he published his last volume, the +<i>Muses Elizium</i>, of which he dedicated the pastoral part to the Earl, +and the three divine poems at the end to the Countess. The <i>Muses +Elizium</i> proper consists of Ten Pastorals or Nymphals, prefaced by a +<i>Description of Elizium</i>. The three divine poems<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span> have been mentioned +before, and were <i>Noah's Floud</i>, <i>Moses his Birth and Miracles</i>, and +<i>David and Goliah</i>. The <i>Nymphals</i> are the crown and summary of much of +the best in Drayton's work. Here he departed from the conventional type +of pastoral, even more than in the <i>Shepherd's Garland</i>; but to say that +he sang of English rustic life would hardly be true: the sixth +<i>Nymphal</i>, allowing for a few pardonable exaggerations by the +competitors, is almost all English, if we except the names; so is the +tenth with the same exception; the first and fourth might take place +anywhere, but are not likely in any country; the second is more +conventional; the fifth is almost, but not quite, English; the third, +seventh, and ninth are avowedly classical in theme; while the eighth is +a more delicate and subtle fairy poem than the <i>Nymphidia</i>. The fourth +and tenth <i>Nymphals</i> are also touched with the sadder, almost satiric +vein; the former inveighing against the English imitation of foreigners +and love of extravagance in dress; while the tenth complains of the +improvident and wasteful felling of trees in the English forests. This +last <i>Nymphal</i>, though designedly an epilogue, is probably rather a +warning than a despairing lament, even though we conceive the old satyr +to be Drayton himself. As a whole the <i>Nymphals</i> show Drayton at his +happiest and lightest in style and metre; at his moments of greatest +serenity and even gaiety; an atmosphere of sunshine seems to envelope +them all, though the sun sink behind a cloud in the last. His music now +is that of a rippling stream, whereas in his earlier days he spoke +weightier and more sonorous words, with a mouth of gold.<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a></p> + +<p>To estimate the poetical faculty of Drayton is a somewhat perplexing +task; for, while rarely subtle, or rising to empyrean heights, he wrote +in such varied styles, on such various themes, that the task, at first, +seems that of criticizing many poets, not one. But through all his work +runs the same eminently English spirit, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span> same honesty and clearness +of idea, the same stolidity of purpose, and not infrequently of +execution also; the same enthusiasm characterizes all his earlier, and +much of his later work; the enthusiasm especially characteristic of +Elizabethan England, and shown by Drayton in his passion for England and +the English, in his triumphant joy in their splendid past, and his +certainty of their future glory. As a poet, he lacked imagination and +fine fury; he supplied their place by the airiest and clearest of +fancies, by the strenuous labour of a great brain illumined by the +steady flame of love for his country and for his lady. Mr. Courthope has +said that he lacked loftiness and resolution of artistic purpose; +without these, we ask, how could a man, not lavishly dowered with poetry +in his soul, have achieved so much of it? It was his very fixity and +loftiness of purpose, his English stubbornness and doggedness of +resolution that enabled him to surmount so many obstacles of style and +metre, of subject and thought. His two purposes, of glorifying his +mistress and his friends, and of sounding England's glories past and +future, while insisting on the dangers of a present decadence, never +flagged or failed. All his poetry up to 1627 has this object directly or +secondarily; and much after this date. Of the more abstract and +universal aspects of his art he had not much conception; but he caught +eagerly at the fashionable belief in the eternizing power of poetry; and +had it not been that, where his patriotism was uppermost, he was +deficient in humour and sense of proportion, he would have succeeded +better: as it is, his more directly patriotic pieces are usually the +dullest or longest of his works. He requires, like all other poets, the +impulse of an absolutely personal and individual feeling, a moment of +more intimate sympathy, to rouse him to his heights of song. Thus the +<i>Ballad of Agincourt</i> is on the very theme of all patriotic themes that +most attracted him; Virginian and other Voyages lay very close to his +heart; and in certain sonnets to his lady lies his only imperishable +work. Of sheer melody and power of song he had little, apart from his +themes: he could not have sat down and written a few lark's or +nightingale's notes about nothing as some of his contemporaries were +able to do: he required the stimulus of a subject, and if he were really +moved thereby<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span> he beat the music out. Only in one or two of the later +Odes, and in the volumes of 1627 and 1630, does his music ever seem to +flow from him naturally. Akin to this quality of broad and extensive +workmanship, to this faculty of taking a subject and when writing, with +all thought concentrated on it, rather than on the method of writing +about it, is his strange lack of what are usually called 'quotations'. +For this is not only due to the fact that he is little known; there are, +besides, so few detached remarks or aphorisms that are separately +quotable; so few examples of that <i>curiosa felicitas</i> of diction: lines +like these,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy Bowe, halfe broke, is peec'd with old desire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Bowe is beauty with ten thousand strings....<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>are rare enough. Drayton, in fact, comes as near controverting the +statement <i>Poeta nascitur, non fit</i>, as any one in English literature: +by diligent toil and earnest desire he won a place for himself in the +second rank of English poets: through love he once set foot in the +circle of the mightiest. Sincere he was always, simple often, sensuous +rarely. His great industry, his careful study, and his great receptivity +are shown in the unusual spectacle of a man who has sung well in the +language of his youth, suddenly learning, in his age, the tongue spoken +by the younger generation, and reproducing it with individuality and +sureness of touch. It is in rhetoric, splendid or rugged, in argument, +in plain statement or description, in the outline sketch of a picture, +that Drayton excels; magic of atmosphere and colouring are rarely +present. Stolidity is, perhaps, his besetting sin; yet it is the sign of +a slow, not a dull, intellect; an intellect, like his heart, which never +let slip what it had once taken to itself.</p> + +<p>As a man Drayton would seem to have been an excellent type of the +sturdy, clear-headed, but yet romantic and enthusiastic Englishman; +gifted with much natural ability, sedulously increased by study; quietly +humorous, self-restrained; and if temporarily soured by disappointment +and the disjointed times, yet emerging at last into a greater serenity, +a more unadulterated gaiety than had ever before characterized him. It +is possible, but from his clear and sane balance of mind improbable, +that many of his light later poems are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span> due to deliberate self-blinding +and self-deception, a walking in enchanted lands of the mind.</p> + +<p>Of Drayton's three known portraits the earliest shows him at the age of +thirty-six, and is now in the National Portrait Gallery. A look of +quiet, speculative melancholy seems to pervade it; there is, as yet, no +moroseness, no evidence of severe conflict with the world, no shadow of +stress or of doubt. The second and best-known portrait shows us Drayton +at the age of fifty, and was engraved by Hole, as a frontispiece to the +poems of 1619. Here a notable change has come over the face; the mouth +is hardened, and depressed at the corners through disappointment and +disillusionment; the eyes are full of a pathos increased by the puzzled +and perturbed uplift of the brows. Yet a stubbornness and tenacity of +purpose invests the features and reminds us that Drayton is of the old +and sound Elizabethan stock, 'on evil days though fallen.' Let it be +remembered, that he was in 1613, when the portrait was taken, in more or +less prosperous circumstances; it was the sad degeneracy, the meanness +and feebleness of the generation around him, that chiefly depressed and +embittered him. The final portrait, now in the Dulwich Gallery, +represents the poet as a man of sixty-five; and is quite in keeping with +the sunnier and calmer tone of his later poetry. It is the face of one +who has not emerged unscathed from the world's conflict, but has +attained to a certain calm, a measure of tranquillity, a portion of +content, who has learnt the lesson that there is a soul of goodness in +things evil. The Hole portrait shows him with long hair, small 'goatee' +beard, and aquiline nose drawn up at the nostrils: while the National +portrait shows a type of nose and beard intermediate between the Hole +and the Dulwich pictures: the general contour of the face, though the +forehead is broad enough, is long and oval. Drayton seems to have been +tall and thin, and to have been very susceptible of cold, and therefore +to have hated Winter and the North.<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> He is said to have shared in the +supper which caused Shakespeare's death; but his own verses<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> breathe +the spirit of Milton's sonnet to Cyriack Skinner, rather than that of a +devotee of Bacchus.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span></p> + +<p>He died in 1631, possibly on December 23, and was buried under the North +wall of Westminster Abbey. Meres's<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> opinion of his character during +his early life is as follows: 'As Aulus Persius Flaccus is reported +among al writers to be of an honest life and vpright conuersation: so +Michael Drayton, <i>quem totics honoris et amoris causa nomino</i>, among +schollers, souldiours, Poets, and all sorts of people is helde for a man +of uertuous disposition, honest conversation, and well gouerned cariage; +which is almost miraculous among good wits in these declining and +corrupt times, when there is nothing but rogery in villanous man, and +when cheating and craftines is counted the cleanest wit, and soundest +wisedome.'<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> Fuller also, in a similar strain, says, 'He was a pious +poet, his conscience having the command of his fancy, very temperate in +his life, slow of speech, and inoffensive in company.'</p> + +<p>In conclusion I have to thank Mr. H.M. Sanders, of Pembroke College, +Oxford, for help and advice, and Professor Raleigh and Mr. R.W. Chapman +for help and criticism while the volume was in the press. Above all, I +am at every turn indebted to Professor Elton's invaluable <i>Michael +Drayton</i>,<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> without which the work of any student of Drayton would be +rendered, if not impossible, at least infinitely harder.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">CYRIL BRETT.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Alton, Staffordshire.</span><br /> +</p> + +<h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Cf. Elegy viij, <i>To Henery Reynolds, Esquire</i>, p. 108.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Sir Aston Cokayne, in 1658, says that he went to Oxford, +while Fleay asserts, without authority, that his university was probably +Cambridge.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Cf. the motto of <i>Ideas Mirrour</i>, the allusions to +<i>Ariosto</i> in the <i>Nymphidia</i>, p. 129; and above all, the <i>Heroical +Epistles</i>; Dedic. of <i>Ep.</i> of <i>D.</i> of <i>Suffolk to Q. Margaret</i>: 'Sweet +is the <i>French</i> Tongue, more sweet the <i>Italian</i>, but most sweet are +they both, if spoken by your admired self.' Cf. <i>Surrey to Geraldine</i>, +ll. 5 sqq., with Drayton's note.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Cf. Sonnet xij (ed. 1602), p. 42, ''Tis nine years now +since first I lost my wit.' (This sonnet may, of course, occur in the +supposed 1600 ed., which would fix an earlier date for Drayton's +beginning of love.)</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Elegy ix, p. 113.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Cf. Morley's ed. of <i>Barons' Wars</i>, &c. (1887), p. 6.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Cf. <i>E.H. Ep.</i> 'Mat. to K.J.,' 100 sqq., &c.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Professor Courthope and others. There was some excuse for +blunders before the publication of Professor Elton's book; and they have +been made easier by an unfortunate misprint. Professor Courthope twice +misprints the first line of the Love-Parting Sonnet, as 'Since there's +no help, come let us <i>rise</i> and part', and, so printed, the line +supports better the theory that the poem refers to a patroness and not +to a mistress. Cf. Courthope, <i>Hist. Eng. Poetry</i>, iii. pp. 40 and 43.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> Cf. <i>E. and Phoebe</i>, sub fin.; <i>Shep. Sir.</i> 145-8; <i>Ep. Hy. +Reyn.</i> 79 sqq.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Those reprints which were really new <i>editions</i> are in +italics.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> 1594 ed., Pref. Son. and nos. 12, 18, 28; 1599 ed., nos. +3, 31, 46; 1602 ed., 12, 27, 31; and 1603 ed., 47.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Meres thought otherwise. Cf. <i>Palladis Tamia</i> (1598), 'As +Accius, M. Atilius, and Milithus were called <i>Tragediographi</i>, because +they writ tragedies: so may wee truly terme Michael Drayton +<i>Tragaediographus</i> for his passionate penning the downfals of valiant +Robert of Normandy, chast Matilda, and great Gaueston.' Cf. Barnefield, +<i>Poems: in diuers humors</i> (ed. Arber, p. 119), 'And Drayton, whose +wel-written Tragedies, | And Sweete Epistles, soare thy fame to skies. | +Thy learned name is equall with the rest; | Whose stately Numbers are so +well addrest.'</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> Cf. Meres, <i>Palladis Tamia</i> (1598), 'Michael Drayton doth +imitate Ouid in his <i>England's Heroical Epistles</i>.'</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Cf. id., <i>ibid.</i>, 'As Lucan hath mournefully depainted the +ciuil wars of Pompey and Cæsar: so hath Daniel the ciuill wars of Yorke +and Lancaster, and Drayton the civill wars of Edward the second and the +Barons.'</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Cf. Elegy viij. 126-8.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Cf. Morley's ed., <i>Barons' Wars</i>, &c., 1887, pp. 6-7.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Cf. Elron, pp. 83-93, and Whitaker, <i>M. Drayton as a +Dramatist</i> (Public. Mod. Lang. Assoc. of America, vol. xviij. 3).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Cf. <i>Nl.</i> ij. 127 sqq., p. 172.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Cf. Elegy ij. 20.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Cf. <i>Palladis Tamia</i>: 'Michael Drayton is now in penning, +in English verse, a Poem called <i>Poly-olbion</i>, Geographicall & +Hydrographicall of all the forests, woods, mountaines, fountaines, +riuers, lakes, flouds, bathes, & springs that be in England.'</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Cf. <i>Amours</i> (1594), xx and xxiv.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> Cf. Sonnet vj (1619 edition); which is a dignified summary +of much that he says more coarsely in the <i>Moone-Calfe</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Cf. Morley's ed. <i>Barons' Wars, &c.</i>, p. 8.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> Charles FitzGeoffrey, <i>Drake</i> (1596), 'golden-mouthed +Drayton musical.' Guilpin, <i>Skialetheia</i> (1598), 'Drayton's condemned of +some for imitation, But others say, 'tis the best poet's fashion ... +Drayton's justly surnam'd golden-mouth'd.' Meres, <i>Palladis Tamia</i> +(1598),' In Charles Fitz-Jefferies <i>Drake</i> Drayton is termed +"golden-mouth'd" for the purity and pretiousnesse of his stile and +phrase.'</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Cf. <i>E. H. E.</i>, pp. 90, 99 (ed. 1737); Elegy i; and <i>Ode +written in the Peak</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> Elegy viij, ad init.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <i>Palladis Tamia</i> (1598).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Cf. <i>Returne from Parnassus</i>, i. 2 (1600) ed. Arb. p. 11.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <i>Michael Drayton. A Critical Study</i>. Oliver Elton, M.A. +London: A. Constable & Co., 1905.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/01.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>SONNETS</h2> + +<h3>[from the Edition of 1594]</h3> + +<h4> +To the deere Chyld of the Muses, and<br /> +<i>his euer kind</i> Mecænas, <i>Ma.</i> Anthony<br /> +Cooke, Esquire<br /> +</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vovchsafe to grace these rude vnpolish'd rymes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which long (dear friend) haue slept in sable night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, come abroad now in these glorious tymes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can hardly brook the purenes of the light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But still you see their desteny is such,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in the world theyr fortune they must try,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps they better shall abide the tuch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wearing your name, theyr gracious liuery.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet these mine owne: I wrong not other men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor trafique further then thys happy Clyme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor filch from <i>Portes</i>, nor from <i>Petrarchs</i> pen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fault too common in this latter time.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Diuine Syr Phillip, I auouch thy writ,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am no Pickpurse of anothers wit.<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Yours deuoted,<br /></span> +<span class="i16"><span class="smcap">M. Drayton.</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/01.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 1</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Reade heere (sweet Mayd) the story of my wo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The drery abstracts of my endles cares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my liues sorow enterlyned so;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smok'd with my sighes, and blotted with my teares:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sad memorials of my miseries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pend in the griefe of myne afflicted ghost;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My liues complaint in doleful Elegies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With so pure loue as tyme could neuer boast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Receaue the incense which I offer heere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By my strong fayth ascending to thy fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My zeale, my hope, my vowes, my praise, my prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soules oblation to thy sacred name:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which name my Muse to highest heauen shal raise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By chast desire, true loue, and vertues praise.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 2</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My fayre, if thou wilt register my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Preserue my teares, and thou thy selfe shall proue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A second flood downe rayning from mine eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Note but my sighes, and thine eyes shal behold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if by thee, my prayers may be enrold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They heauen and earth to pitty shall prouoke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looke thou into my breast, and thou shall see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That soule (sweet Maide) which so hath honoured thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those eyes to my heart shining euer bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When darknes hath obscur'd each other light.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 3</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, for their vertues I desiered to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon the nest I set them forth, to proue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If they were of the Eagles kinde or no:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they no sooner saw my Sunne appeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on her rayes with gazing eyes they stood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which proou'd my birds delighted in the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that they came of this rare kinglie brood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now their plumes, full sumd with sweet desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shew their kinde began to clime the skies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doe what I could my Eaglets would aspire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straight mounting vp to thy celestiall eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus (my faire) my thoughts away be flowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And from my breast into thine eyes be gone.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 4</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My faire, had I not erst adorned my Lute<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With those sweet strings stolne from thy golden hayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnto the world had all my ioyes been mute,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor had I learn'd to descant on my faire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had not mine eye seene thy Celestiall eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor my hart knowne the power of thy name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soule had ne'er felt thy Diuinitie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor my Muse been the trumpet of thy fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thy diuine perfections, by their skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This miracle on my poore Muse haue tried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, by inspiring, glorifide my quill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my verse thy selfe art deified:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus from thy selfe the cause is thus deriued,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That by thy fame all fame shall be suruiued.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 5</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Since holy Vestall lawes haue been neglected,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gods pure fire hath been extinguisht quite;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Virgin once attending on that light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet those heauenly secrets once respected;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till thou alone, to pay the heauens their dutie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the Temple of thy sacred name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thine eyes kindling that Celestiall flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By those reflecting Sun-beames of thy beautie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Chastity that Vestall most diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attends that Lampe with eye which neuer sleepeth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The volumes of Religions lawes shee keepeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making thy breast that sacred reliques shryne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where blessed Angels, singing day and night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Praise him which made that fire, which lends that light.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 6</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In one whole world is but one Phoenix found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Phoenix thou, this Phoenix then alone:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By thy rare plume thy kind is easly knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With heauenly colours dide, with natures wonder cround.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heape thine own vertues, seasoned by their sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On heauenly top of thy diuine desire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then with thy beautie set the same on fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So by thy death thy life shall be begunne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy selfe, thus burned in this sacred flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thine owne sweetnes al the heauens perfuming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stil increasing as thou art consuming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shalt spring againe from th' ashes of thy fame;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mounting vp shall to the heauens ascend:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So maist thou liue, past world, past fame, past end.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 7</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stay, stay, sweet Time; behold, or ere thou passe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From world to world, thou long hast sought to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wonder now wherein all wonders be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where heauen beholds her in a mortall glasse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, looke thee, Time, in this Celesteall glasse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy youth past in this faire mirror see:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold worlds Beautie in her infancie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What shee was then, and thou, or ere shee was.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now passe on, Time: to after-worlds tell this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell truelie, Time, what in thy time hath beene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they may tel more worlds what Time hath seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heauen may ioy to think on past worlds blisse.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heere make a Period, Time, and saie for mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was the like that neuer was, nor neuer more shalbe.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 8</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vnto the World, to Learning, and to Heauen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three nines there are, to euerie one a nine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One number of the earth, the other both diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One wonder woman now makes three od numbers euen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nine orders, first, of Angels be in heauen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nine Muses doe with learning still frequent:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These with the Gods are euer resident.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nine worthy men vnto the world were giuen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Worthie one to these nine Worthies addeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my faire Muse one Muse vnto the nine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my good Angell, in my soule diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one more order these nine orders gladdeth.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My Muse, my Worthy, and my Angell, then,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Makes euery one of these three nines a ten.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 9</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beauty sometime, in all her glory crowned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Passing by that cleere fountain of thine eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her sun-shine face there chaunsing to espy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forgot herselfe, and thought she had been drowned.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, whilst Beautie on her beauty gazed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who then, yet liuing, deemd she had been dying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet in death some hope of life espying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At her owne rare perfections so amazed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twixt ioy and griefe, yet with a smyling frowning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The glorious sun-beames of her eyes bright shining,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shee, in her owne destiny diuining,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Threw in herselfe, to saue herselfe by drowning;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Well of Nectar, pau'd with pearle and gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where shee remaines for all eyes to behold.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 10</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oft taking pen in hand, with words to cast my woes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beginning to account the sum of all my cares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I well perceiue my griefe innumerable growes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still in reckonings rise more millions of dispayres.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, deuiding of my fatall howres,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The payments of my loue I read, and reading crosse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in substracting set my sweets vnto my sowres;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' average of my ioyes directs me to my losse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus mine eyes, a debtor to thine eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who by extortion gaineth all theyr lookes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hart hath payd such grieuous vsury,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all her wealth lyes in thy Beauties bookes;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all is thine which hath been due to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I a Banckrupt, quite vndone by thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 11</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thine eyes taught mee the Alphabet of loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To con my Cros-rowe ere I learn'd to spell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I was apt, a scholler like to proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaue mee sweet lookes when as I learned well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vowes were my vowels, when I then begun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At my first Lesson in thy sacred name:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My consonants the next when I had done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Words consonant, and sounding to thy fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My liquids then were liquid christall teares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My cares my mutes, so mute to craue reliefe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My dolefull Dypthongs were my liues dispaires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Redoubling sighes the accents of my griefe:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My loues Schoole-mistris now hath taught me so,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I can read a story of my woe.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 12</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some Atheist or vile Infidell in loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I doe speake of thy diuinitie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May blaspheme thus, and say I flatter thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And onely write my skill in verse to proue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See myracles, ye vnbeleeuing! see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dumbe-born Muse made to expresse the mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cripple hand to write, yet lame by kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One by thy name, the other touching thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blind were mine eyes, till they were seene of thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mine eares deafe by thy fame healed be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My vices cur'd by vertues sprung from thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hopes reuiu'd, which long in graue had lyne:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All vncleane thoughts, foule spirits, cast out in mee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By thy great power, and by strong fayth in thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 13</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cleere <i>Ankor</i>, on whose siluer-sanded shore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soule-shrinde Saint, my faire <i>Idea</i>, lyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O blessed Brooke! whose milk-white Swans adore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The christall streame refined by her eyes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where sweet Myrh-breathing <i>Zephyre</i> in the spring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gently distils his Nectar-dropping showers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Nightingales in <i>Arden</i> sit and sing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst those dainty dew-empearled flowers.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say thus, fayre Brooke, when thou shall see thy Queene:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loe! heere thy Shepheard spent his wandring yeeres,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in these shades (deer Nimphe) he oft hath been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heere to thee he sacrifiz'd his teares.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fayre <i>Arden</i>, thou my <i>Tempe</i> art alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thou, sweet <i>Ankor</i>, art my <i>Helicon</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 14</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Looking into the glasse of my youths miseries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see the ugly face of my deformed cares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With withered browes, all wrinckled with dispaires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for my mis-spent youth the tears fel from my eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, in these teares, the mirror of these eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fayrest youth and Beautie doe I see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imprinted in my teares by looking still on thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus midst a thousand woes ten thousand joyes arise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in those joyes, the shadowes of my good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this fayre limned ground as white as snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Paynted the blackest Image of my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With murthering hands imbru'd in mine own blood:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in this Image his darke clowdy eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My life, my youth, my loue, I heere Anotamize.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 15</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now, Loue, if thou wilt proue a Conqueror,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Subdue thys Tyrant euer martyring mee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And but appoint me for her Tormentor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then for a Monarch will I honour thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hart shall be the prison for my fayre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile fetter her in chaines of purest loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sighs shall stop the passage of the ayre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This punishment the pittilesse may moue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With teares out of the Channels of mine eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She'st quench her thirst as duly as they fall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kinde words vnkindest meate I can deuise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sweet, my faire, my good, my best of all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile binde her then with my torne-tressed haire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And racke her with a thousand holy wishes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, on a place prepared for her there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile execute her with a thousand kisses.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus will I crucifie, my cruell shee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus Ile plague her which hath so plagued mee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 16</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vertues <i>Idea</i> in virginitie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By inspiration, came conceau'd with thought:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The time is come deliuered she must be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where first my loue into the world was brought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnhappy borne, of all vnhappy day!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So luckles was my Babes nativity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Saturne</i> chiefe Lord of the Ascendant lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wandring Moone in earths triplicitie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, or by chaunce or heauens hie prouidence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Mother died, and by her Legacie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Fearing the stars presaging influence)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bequeath'd his wardship to my soueraignes eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where hunger-staruen, wanting lookes to liue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still empty gorg'd, with cares consumption pynde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Salt luke-warm teares shee for his drink did giue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euer-more with sighes he supt and dynde:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus (poore Orphan) lying in distresse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cryes in his pangs, God helpe the motherlesse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 17</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If euer wonder could report a wonder,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or tongue of wonder worth could tell a wonder thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or euer ioy expresse what perfect ioy hath taught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then wonder, tongue, then ioy, might wel report a wonder.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could all conceite conclude, which past conceit admireth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or could mine eye but ayme her obiects past perfection,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My words might imitate my deerest thoughts direction,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my soule then obtaine which so my soule desireth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were not Inuention stauld, treading Inuentions maze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or my swift-winged Muse tyred by too hie flying;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did not perfection still on her perfection gaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst Loue (my Phoenix bird) in her owne flame is dying,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Inuention and my Muse, perfection and her loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Should teach the world to know the wonder that I proue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 18</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some, when in ryme they of their Loues doe tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With flames and lightning their exordiums paynt:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some inuocate the Gods, some spirits of Hell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heauen, and earth doe with their woes acquaint.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Elizia</i> is too hie a seate for mee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wyll not come in <i>Stixe</i> or <i>Phlegiton</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Muses nice, the Furies cruell be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I lyke not <i>Limbo</i>, nor blacke <i>Acheron</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spightful <i>Erinnis</i> frights mee with her lookes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My manhood dares not with foule <i>Ate</i> mell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I quake to looke on <i>Hecats</i> charming bookes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I styll feare bugbeares in <i>Apollos</i> cell.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I passe not for <i>Minerua</i> nor <i>Astræa</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But euer call vpon diuine <i>Idea</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 19</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If those ten Regions, registred by Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By theyr ten Sibils haue the world controld,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who prophecied of Christ or ere he came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of his blessed birth before fore-told;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That man-god now, of whom they did diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This earth of those sweet Prophets hath bereft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And since the world to iudgement doth declyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Instead of ten, one Sibil to vs left.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thys pure <i>Idea</i>, vertues right Idea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee of whom <i>Merlin</i> long tyme did fore-tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Excelling her of <i>Delphos</i> or <i>Cumæa</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose lyfe doth saue a thousand soules from hell:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That life (I meane) which doth Religion teach,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And by example true repentance preach.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 20</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Reading sometyme, my sorrowes to beguile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I find old Poets hylls and floods admire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One, he doth wonder monster-breeding <i>Nyle</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another meruailes Sulphure <i>Aetnas</i> fire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now broad-brymd <i>Indus</i>, then of <i>Pindus</i> height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pelion</i> and <i>Ossa</i>, frosty <i>Caucase</i> old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Delian <i>Cynthus</i>, then <i>Olympus</i> weight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slow <i>Arrer</i>, franticke <i>Gallus</i>, <i>Cydnus</i> cold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some <i>Ganges</i>, <i>Ister</i>, and of <i>Tagus</i> tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some whir-poole <i>Po</i>, and slyding <i>Hypasis</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some old <i>Pernassus</i> where the Muses dwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some <i>Helycon</i>, and some faire <i>Simois</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A, fooles! thinke I, had you <i>Idea</i> seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poore Brookes and Banks had no such wonders beene.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 21</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Letters and lynes, we see, are soone defaced,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mettles doe waste and fret with cankers rust;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Diamond shall once consume to dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And freshest colours with foule staines disgraced.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Paper and yncke can paynt but naked words,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write with blood of force offends the sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if with teares, I find them all too light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sighes and signes a silly hope affoords.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, sweetest shadow! how thou seru'st my turne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which still shalt be as long as there is Sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor whilst the world is neuer shall be done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst Moone shall shyne by night, or any fire shall burne:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That euery thing whence shadow doth proceede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">May in his shadow my Loues story reade.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 22</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My hart, imprisoned in a hopeless Ile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peopled with Armies of pale iealous eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shores beset with thousand secret spyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must passe by ayre, or else dye in exile.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He framd him wings with feathers of his thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which by theyr nature learn'd to mount the skye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the same he practised to flye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he himself thys Eagles art had taught.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus soring still, not looking once below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So neere thyne eyes celesteall sunne aspyred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with the rayes his wafting pyneons fired:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus was the wanton cause of his owne woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Downe fell he, in thy Beauties Ocean drenched,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet there he burnes in fire thats neuer quenched.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 23</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wonder of Heauen, glasse of diuinitie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rare beautie, Natures joy, perfections Mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The worke of that vnited Trinitie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein each fayrest part excelleth other!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loues Mithridate, the purest of perfection,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Celestiall Image, Load-stone of desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soules delight, the sences true direction,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunne of the world, thou hart reuyuing fire!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why should'st thou place thy Trophies in those eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which scorne the honor that is done to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or make my pen her name immortalize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who in her pride sdaynes once to look on me?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is thy heauen within her face to dwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in thy heauen, there onely, is my hell.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 24</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our floods-Queene, <i>Thames</i>, for shyps and Swans is crowned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stately <i>Seuerne</i> for her shores is praised,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The christall <i>Trent</i> for Foords and fishe renowned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Auons</i> fame to <i>Albyons</i> Cliues is raysed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Carlegion Chester</i> vaunts her holy <i>Dee</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Yorke</i> many wonders of her <i>Ouse</i> can tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Peake</i> her <i>Doue</i>, whose bancks so fertill bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Kent</i> will say her <i>Medway</i> doth excell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cotswoold commends her <i>Isis</i> and her <i>Tame</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Northern borders boast of <i>Tweeds</i> faire flood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Westerne parts extoll theyr Wilys fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And old <i>Legea</i> brags of <i>Danish</i> blood:<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ardens</i> sweet <i>Ankor</i>, let thy glory be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That fayre <i>Idea</i> shee doth liue by thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 25</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The glorious sunne went blushing to his bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When my soules sunne, from her fayre Cabynet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her golden beames had now discouered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lightning the world, eclipsed by his set.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some muz'd to see the earth enuy the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which from her lyps exhald refined sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A world to see, yet how he ioyd to heare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dainty grasse make musicke with her feete.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my most meruaile was when from the skyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Comet-like, each starre aduanc'd her lyght,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though the heauen had now awak'd her eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And summond Angels to this blessed sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No clowde was seene, but christalline the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laughing for ioy upon my louely fayre.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 26</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cupid, dumbe-Idoll, peeuish Saint of loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more shalt thou nor Saint nor Idoll be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No God art thou, a Goddesse shee doth proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all thine honour shee hath robbed thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Bowe, halfe broke, is peec'd with old desire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Bowe is beauty with ten thousand strings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of purest gold, tempred with vertues fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The least able to kyll an hoste of Kings.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy shafts be spent, and shee (to warre appointed)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hydes in those christall quiuers of her eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More Arrowes, with hart-piercing mettel poynted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then there be starres at midnight in the skyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With these she steales mens harts for her reliefe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet happy he thats robd of such a thiefe!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 27</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Loue makes hote the fire whose heat is spent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The water moisture from my teares deriueth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my strong sighes the ayres weake force reuiueth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus loue, tears, sighes, maintaine each one his element.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fire, vnto my loue, compare a painted fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The water, to my teares as drops to Oceans be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ayre, vnto my sighes as Eagle to the flie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The passions of dispaire but ioyes to my desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely my loue is in the fire ingraued,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely my teares by Oceans may be gessed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely my sighes are by the ayre expressed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet fire, water, ayre, of nature not depriued.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whilst fire, water, ayre, twixt heauen and earth shal be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My loue, my teares, my sighes, extinguisht cannot be.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 28</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some wits there be which lyke my method well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And say my verse runnes in a lofty vayne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some say, I haue a passing pleasing straine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some say that in my humour I excell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some who reach not the height of my conceite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They say, (as Poets doe) I vse to fayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in bare words paynt out my passions payne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus sundry men their sundry minds repeate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I passe not I how men affected be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor who commend, or discommend my verse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It pleaseth me if I my plaints rehearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my lynes if shee my loue may see.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I proue my verse autentique still in thys,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who writes my Mistres praise can neuer write amisse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 29</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O eyes! behold your happy <i>Hesperus</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That luckie Load-starre of eternall light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left as that sunne alone to comfort vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When our worlds sunne is vanisht out of sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O starre of starres! fayre Planet mildly moouing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Lampe of vertue! sun-bright, euer shyning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O mine eyes Comet! so admyr'd by louing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O cleerest day-starre! neuer more declyning.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O our worlds wonder! crowne of heauen aboue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice happy be those eyes which may behold thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lou'd more then life, yet onely art his loue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose glorious hand immortal hath enrold thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O blessed fayre! now vaile those heauenly eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I may blesse mee at thy sweet arise.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 30</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three sorts of serpents doe resemble thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That daungerous eye-killing Cockatrice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' inchaunting Syren, which doth so entice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The weeping Crocodile; these vile pernicious three.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Basiliske his nature takes from thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who for my life in secret wait do'st lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to my heart send'st poyson from thine eye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus do I feele the paine, the cause yet cannot see.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faire-mayd no more, but Mayr-maid be thy name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who with thy sweet aluring harmony<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast playd the thiefe, and stolne my hart from me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, like a Tyrant, mak'st my griefe thy game.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Crocodile, who, when thou hast me slaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lament'st my death with teares of thy disdaine.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 31</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sitting alone, loue bids me goe and write;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reason plucks backe, commaunding me to stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Boasting that shee doth still direct the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Els senceles loue could neuer once indite.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue, growing angry, vexed at the spleene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scorning Reasons maymed Argument,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where shee with Loue conuersing hath not beene.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reason, reproched with this coy disdaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dispighteth Loue, and laugheth at her folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Loue, contemning Reasons reason wholy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought her in weight too light by many a graine.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Reason, put back, doth out of sight remoue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Loue alone finds reason in my loue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 32</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those teares, which quench my hope, still kindle my desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those sighes, which coole my hart, are coles vnto my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disdayne, Ice to my life, is to my soule a fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With teares, sighes, and disdaine, this contrary I proue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quenchles desire makes hope burne, dryes my teares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue heats my hart, my hart-heat my sighes warmeth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my soules fire my life disdaine out-weares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Desire, my loue, my soule, my hope, hart, and life charmeth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hope becomes a friend to my desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hart imbraceth Loue, Loue doth imbrace my hart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My life a Phoenix is in my soules fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From thence (they vow) they neuer will depart.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Desire, my loue, my soule, my hope, my hart, my life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With teares, sighes, and disdaine, shall haue immortal strife.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 33</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My wofull hart, imprisond in my breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wishing to be trans-formd into my sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To looke on her by whom mine eyes are blest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whilst mine eyes thus greedily doe gaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold! their obiects ouer-soone depart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And treading in this neuer-ending maze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wish now to be trans-formd into my hart:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hart, surcharg'd with thoughts, sighes in abundance raise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My eyes, made dim with lookes, poure down a flood of tears;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whilst my hart and eye enuy each others praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My dying lookes and thoughts are peiz'd in equall feares:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus, whilst sighes and teares together doe contende,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each one of these doth ayde vnto the other lende.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 34</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My fayre, looke from those turrets of thine eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the Ocean of a troubled minde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where my poor soule, the Barke of sorrow, lyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left to the mercy of the waues and winde.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See where she flotes, laden with purest loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which those fayre Ilands of thy lookes affoord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Desiring yet a thousand deaths to proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then so to cast her Ballase ouerboard.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See how her sayles be rent, her tacklings worne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Cable broke, her surest Anchor lost:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Marryners doe leaue her all forlorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet how shee bends towards that blessed Coast!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Loe! where she drownes in stormes of thy displeasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose worthy prize should haue enricht thy treasure.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 35</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See, chaste <i>Diana</i>, where my harmles hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rouz'd from my breast, his sure and safest layre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor chaste by hound, nor forc'd by Hunters arte,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet see how right he comes vnto my fayre.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See how my Deere comes to thy Beauties stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there stands gazing on those darting eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst from theyr rayes, by <i>Cupids</i> skilfull hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into his hart the piercing Arrow flyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See how he lookes vpon his bleeding wound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst thus he panteth for his latest breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, looking on thee, falls vpon the ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smyling, as though he gloried in his death.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wallowing in his blood, some lyfe yet laft;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His stone-cold lips doth kisse the blessed shaft.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 36</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweete, sleepe so arm'd with Beauties arrowes darting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepe in thy Beauty, Beauty in sleepe appeareth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepe lightning Beauty, Beauty sleepes, darknes cleereth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepes wonder Beauty, wonders to worlds imparting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep watching Beauty, Beauty waking, sleepe guarding<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty in sleepe, sleepe in Beauty charmed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepes aged coldnes with Beauties fire warmed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepe with delight, Beauty with loue rewarding.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepe and Beauty, with equall forces stryuing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty her strength vnto sleepes weaknes lending,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepe with Beauty, Beauty with sleepe contending,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet others force the others force reuiuing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And others foe the others foe imbrace.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Myne eyes beheld thys conflict in thy face.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 37</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I euer loue where neuer hope appeares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet hope drawes on my neuer-hoping care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my liues hope would die but for dyspaire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My neuer certaine ioy breeds euer-certaine feares.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vncertaine dread gyues wings vnto my hope,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet my hopes wings are loden so with feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they cannot ascend to my hopes spheare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet feare gyues them more then a heauenly scope.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet this large roome is bounded with dyspaire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So my loue is still fettered with vaine hope,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lyberty depriues him of hys scope,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus am I imprisond in the ayre:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then, sweet Dispaire, awhile hold vp thy head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 38</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If chaste and pure deuotion of my youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or glorie of my Aprill-springing yeeres,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnfained loue in naked simple truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand vowes, a thousand sighes and teares;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if a world of faithful seruice done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Words, thoughts, and deeds deuoted to her honor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or eyes that haue beheld her as theyr sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With admiration euer looking on her:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lyfe that neuer ioyd but in her loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A soule that euer hath ador'd her name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fayth that time nor fortune could not moue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Muse that vnto heauen hath raised her fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though these, nor these deserue to be imbraced,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet, faire vnkinde, too good to be disgraced.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 39</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Die, die, my soule, and neuer taste of ioy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If sighes, nor teares, nor vowes, nor prayers can moue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If fayth and zeale be but esteemd a toy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kindnes be vnkindnes in my loue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, with vnkindnes, Loue, reuenge thy wrong:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O sweet'st reuenge that ere the heauens gaue!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the swan record thy dying song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And praise her still to thy vntimely graue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So in loues death shall loues perfection proue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That loue diuine which I haue borne to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By doome concealed to the heauens aboue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That yet the world vnworthy neuer knew;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose pure <i>Idea</i> neuer tongue exprest:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I feele, you know, the heauens can tell the rest.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 40</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O thou vnkindest fayre! most fayrest shee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thine eyes tryumph murthering my poore hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now doe I sweare by heauens, before we part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My halfe-slaine hart shall take reuenge on thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy mother dyd her lyfe to death resigne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou an Angell art, and from aboue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy father was a man, that will I proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet thou a Goddesse art, and so diuine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, if thou be not of humaine kinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Bastard on both sides needes must thou be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Lawes allow no land to basterdy:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By natures Lawes we thee a bastard finde.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then hence to heauen, vnkind, for thy childs part:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Goe bastard goe, for sure of thence thou art.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 41</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rare of-spring of my thoughts, my dearest Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Begot by fancy on sweet hope exhortiue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whom all purenes with perfection stroue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hurt in the Embryon makes my ioyes abhortiue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you, my sighes, Symtomas of my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dolefull Anthems of my endelesse care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lyke idle Ecchoes euer answering; so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mournfull accents of my loues dispayre.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou, Conceite, the shadow of my blisse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Declyning with the setting of my sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Springing with that, and fading straight with this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now hast thou end, and now thou wast begun:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now was thy pryme, and loe! is now thy waine;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now wast thou borne, now in thy cradle slayne.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 42</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Plac'd in the forlorne hope of all dispayre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the Forte where Beauties Army lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Assayld with death, yet armed with gastly feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loe! thus my loue, my lyfe, my fortune tryes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wounded with Arrowes from thy lightning eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My tongue in payne my harts counsels bewraying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My rebell thought for me in Ambushe lyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my lyues foe her Chieftaine still betraying.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Record my loue in Ocean waues (vnkind)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast my desarts into the open ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Commit my words vnto the fleeting wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cancell my name, and blot it with dispayre;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So shall I bee as I had neuer beene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor my disgraces to the world be seene.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 43</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why doe I speake of ioy, or write of loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When my hart is the very Den of horror,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my soule the paynes of hell I proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all his torments and infernall terror?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myne eyes want teares thus to bewayle my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My brayne is dry with weeping all too long;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sighes be spent with griefe and sighing so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I want words for to expresse my wrong.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But still, distracted in loues lunacy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Bedlam like thus rauing in my griefe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now rayle vpon her hayre, now on her eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now call her Goddesse, then I call her thiefe;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now I deny her, then I doe confesse her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now I doe curse her, then againe I blesse her.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 44</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My hart the Anuile where my thoughts doe beate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My words the hammers fashioning my desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My breast the forge, including all the heate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue is the fuell which maintaines the fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sighes the bellowes which the flame increaseth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling mine eares with noise and nightly groning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Toyling with paine my labour neuer ceaseth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In greeuous passions my woes styll bemoning.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myne eyes with teares against the fire stryuing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With scorching gleed my hart to cynders turneth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with those drops the coles againe reuyuing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still more and more vnto my torment burneth.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With <i>Sisiphus</i> thus doe I role the stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And turne the wheele with damned <i>Ixion</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 45</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Blacke pytchy Night, companyon of my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Inne of care, the Nurse of drery sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why lengthnest thou thy darkest howres so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still to prolong my long tyme lookt-for morrow?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou Sable shadow, Image of dispayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Portraite of hell, the ayres black mourning weed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recorder of reuenge, remembrancer of care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shadow and the vaile of euery sinfull deed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death like to thee, so lyue thou still in death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The graue of ioy, prison of dayes delight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let heauens withdraw their sweet Ambrozian breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Moone nor stars lend thee their shining light;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thou alone renew'st that olde desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which still torments me in dayes burning fire.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 46</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweete secrecie, what tongue can tell thy worth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What mortall pen sufficiently can prayse thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What curious Pensill serues to lim thee forth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Muse hath power aboue thy height to raise thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong locke of kindnesse, Closet of loues store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harts Methridate, the soules preseruatiue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O vertue! which all vertues doe adore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheefe good, from whom all good things wee deriue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O rare effect! true bond of friendships measure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conceite of Angels, which all wisdom teachest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, richest Casket of all heauenly treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In secret silence which such wonders preachest.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O purest mirror! wherein men may see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The liuely Image of Diuinitie.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 47</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The golden Sunne vpon his fiery wheeles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horned Ram doth in his course awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of iust length our night and day doth make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flinging the Fishes backward with his heeles:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the Tropicke takes his full Careere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trotting his sun-steeds till the Palfrays sweat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bayting the Lyon in his furious heat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Virgins smyles doe sound his sweet reteere.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my faire Planet, who directs me still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnkindly such distemperature doth bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes Summer Winter, Autumne in the Spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crossing sweet nature by vnruly will.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such is the sunne who guides my youthfull season,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose thwarting course depriues the world of reason.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 48</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who list to praise the dayes delicious lyght,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let him compare it to her heauenly eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sun-beames to the lustre of her sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So may the learned like the similie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mornings Crimson to her lyps alike,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sweet of <i>Eden</i> to her breathes perfume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fayre <i>Elizia</i> to her fayrer cheeke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnto her veynes the onely Phœnix plume.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Angels tresses to her tressed hayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Galixia</i> to her more then white.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praysing the fayrest, compare it to my faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still naming her in naming all delight.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So may he grace all these in her alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Superlatiue in all comparison.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 49</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Define my loue, and tell the ioyes of heauen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expresse my woes, and shew the paynes of hell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Declare what fate vnlucky starres haue giuen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aske a world vpon my life to dwell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make knowne that fayth vnkindnes could not moue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Compare my worth with others base desert:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let vertue be the tuch-stone of my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So may the heauens reade wonders in my hart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the Clowdes which haue eclips'd my sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And view the crosses which my course doth let;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell mee, if euer since the world begunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So faire a Morning had so foule a set?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, by all meanes, let black vnkindnes proue<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The patience of so rare, diuine a loue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Amour 50</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I first ended, then I first began;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more I trauell, further from my rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where most I lost, there most of all I wan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pyned with hunger, rysing from a feast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mee thinks I flee, yet want I legs to goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wise in conceite, in acte a very sot;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rauisht with ioy amidst a hell of woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What most I seeme, that surest I am not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I build my hopes a world aboue the skye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet with a Mole I creepe into the earth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In plenty am I staru'd with penury,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet I serfet in the greatest dearth.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I haue, I want, dispayre, and yet desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burn'd in a Sea of Ice, and drown'd amidst a fire.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> +<h4>Amour 51</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Goe you, my lynes, Embassadours of loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my harts tribute to her conquering eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whence, if you one tear of pitty moue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all my woes, that onely shall suffise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you <i>Minerua</i> in the sunne behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At her perfections stand you then and gaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where in the compasse of a Marygold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Meridianis</i> sits within a maze.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let Inuention of her beauty vaunt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>Dorus</i> sings his sweet Pamelas loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell the Gods, <i>Mars</i> is predominant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seated with <i>Sol</i>, and weares Mineruas gloue:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tell the world, that in the world there is<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A heauen on earth, on earth no heauen but this.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4>FINIS.</h4> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/02.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> +<h2>[from the Edition of 1599]</h2> + + +<h4>Sonet 1</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The worlds faire Rose, and <i>Henries</i> frosty fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Iohns tyrannie; and chast <i>Matilda's</i> wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th'inraged Queene, and furious <i>Mortimer</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The scourge of Fraunce, and his chast loue I song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deposed <i>Richard</i>, <i>Isabell</i> exil'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gallant <i>Tudor</i>, and fayre <i>Katherine</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Duke <i>Humfrey</i>, and old <i>Cobhams</i> haplesse child,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Couragious <i>Pole</i>, and that braue spiritfull Queene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Edward</i>, and that delicious London Dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Brandon</i>, and that rich dowager of Fraunce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Surrey</i>, with his fayre paragon of fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Dudleys</i> mishap, and vertuous <i>Grays</i> mischance;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their seuerall loues since I before haue showne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now giue me leaue at last to sing mine owne.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 2</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Reader of his Poems</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Into these loues who but for passion lookes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At this first sight, here let him lay them by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seeke elsewhere in turning other bookes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which better may his labour satisfie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No far-fetch'd sigh shall euer wound my brest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue from mine eye, a teare shall neuer wring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor in ah-mees my whyning Sonets drest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(A Libertine) fantasticklie I sing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My verse is the true image of my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Euer in motion, still desiring change,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To choyce of all varietie inclin'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in all humors sportiuely I range;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My actiue Muse is of the worlds right straine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That cannot long one fashion entertaine.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 3</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Many there be excelling in this kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose well trick'd rimes with all inuention swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let each commend as best shall like his minde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some <i>Sidney</i>, <i>Constable</i>, some <i>Daniell</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thus theyr names familiarly I sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let none think them disparaged to be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poore men with reuerence may speake of a King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so may these be spoken of by mee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My wanton verse nere keepes one certaine stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now, at hand; then, seekes inuention far,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with each little motion runnes astray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilde, madding, iocond, and irreguler;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like me that lust, my honest merry rimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor care for Criticke, nor regard the times.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 5</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My hart was slaine, and none but you and I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who should I thinke the murder should commit?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since but your selfe, there was no creature by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But onely I, guiltlesse of murth'ring it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It slew it selfe; the verdict on the view<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doe quit the dead and me not accessarie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well, well, I feare it will be prou'd by you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The euidence so great a proofe doth carry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But O, see, see, we need enquire no further,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon your lips the scarlet drops are found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in your eye, the boy that did the murther,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your cheekes yet pale since first they gaue the wound.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By this, I see, how euer things be past,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet heauen will still haue murther out at last.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 8</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nothing but no and I, and I and no,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How falls it out so strangely you reply?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I tell yee (Faire) Ile not be aunswered so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With this affirming no, denying I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I say I loue, you slightly aunswer I?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I say you loue, you pule me out a no;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I say I die, you eccho me with I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saue me I cry, you sigh me out a no:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must woe and I, haue naught but no and I?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, I am I, If I no more can haue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aunswer no more, with silence make reply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let me take my selfe what I doe craue;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let no and I, with I and you be so,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then aunswer no, and I, and I, and no.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 9</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue once would daunce within my Mistres eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wanting musique fitting for the place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swore that I should the Instrument supply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sodainly presents me with her face:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straightwayes my pulse playes liuely in my vaines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My panting breath doth keepe a meaner time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My quau'ring artiers be the Tenours Straynes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My trembling sinewes serue the Counterchime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hollow sighs the deepest base doe beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True diapazon in distincted sound:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My panting hart the treble makes the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And descants finely on the musiques ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus like a Lute or Violl did I lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whilst the proud slaue daunc'd galliards in her eye.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 10</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue in an humor played the prodigall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bids my sences to a solemne feast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet more to grace the company withall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inuites my heart to be the chiefest guest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No other drinke would serue this gluttons turne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But precious teares distilling from mine eyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which with my sighs this Epicure doth burne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quaffing carouses in this costly wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, in his cups or'come with foule excesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Begins to play a swaggering Ruffins part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the banquet, in his drunkennes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slew my deare friend, his kind and truest hart;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A gentle warning, friends, thus may you see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What 'tis to keepe a drunkard company.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 11</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Moone</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Phæbe looke downe, and here behold in mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The elements within thy sphere inclosed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How kindly Nature plac'd them vnder thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my world, see how they are disposed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hope is earth, the lowest, cold and dry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The grosser mother of deepe melancholie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Water my teares, coold with humidity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wan, flegmatick, inclind by nature wholie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sighs, the ayre, hote, moyst, ascending hier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Subtile of sanguine, dy'de in my harts dolor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My thoughts, they be the element of fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hote, dry, and piercing, still inclind to choller,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thine eye the Orbe vnto all these, from whence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Proceeds th' effects of powerfull influence.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 12</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To nothing fitter can I thee compare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the sonne of some rich penyfather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who hauing now brought on his end with care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaues to his son all he had heap'd together;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This newe rich nouice, lauish of his chest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To one man giues, and on another spends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then here he ryots, yet amongst the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haps to lend some to one true honest friend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy gifts thou in obscuritie doost wast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">False friends thy kindnes, borne but to deceiue thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy loue, that is on the unworthy plac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time hath thy beauty, which with age will leaue thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Onely that little which to me was lent,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I giue thee back, when all the rest is spent.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 13</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You not alone, when you are still alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O God from you that I could priuate be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since you one were, I neuer since was one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since you in me, my selfe since out of me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Transported from my selfe into your beeing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though either distant, present yet to eyther,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Senceles with too much ioy, each other seeing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And onely absent when we are together.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giue me my selfe, and take your selfe againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deuise some means but how I may forsake you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So much is mine that doth with you remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That taking what is mine, with me I take you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You doe bewitch me, O that I could flie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From my selfe you, or from your owne selfe I.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 14</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Soule</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That learned Father which so firmly proues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soule of man immortall and diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And doth the seuerall offices define,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Anima.</i> Giues her that name as shee the body moues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Amor.</i> Then is she loue imbracing Charitie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Animus.</i> Mouing a will in vs, it is the mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Mens.</i> Retayning knowledge, still the same in kind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Memoria.</i> As intelectuall it is the memorie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ratio.</i> In judging, Reason onely is her name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sensus.</i> In speedy apprehension it is sence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Conscientia.</i> In right or wrong, they call her conscience.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Spiritus.</i> The spirit, when it to Godward doth inflame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These of the soule the seuerall functions bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which my hart lightned by thy loue doth see.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 21</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You cannot loue my pretty hart, and why?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was a time, you told me that you would,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now againe you will the same deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If it might please you, would to God you could;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What will you hate? nay, that you will not neither,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor loue, nor hate, how then? what will you do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What will you keepe a meane then betwixt eyther?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or will you loue me, and yet hate me to?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet serues not this, what next, what other shift?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You will, and will not, what a coyle is heere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see your craft, now I perceaue your drift,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all this while, I was mistaken there.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your loue and hate is this, I now doe proue you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You loue in hate, by hate to make me loue you.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 22</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An euill spirit your beauty haunts me still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where-with (alas) I haue been long possest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which ceaseth not to tempt me vnto ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor giues me once but one pore minutes rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In me it speakes, whether I sleepe or wake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when by meanes to driue it out I try,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With greater torments then it me doth take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tortures me in most extreamity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before my face, it layes all my dispaires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hasts me on vnto a suddaine death;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now tempting me, to drown my selfe in teares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then in sighing to giue vp my breath:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus am I still prouok'd to euery euill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By this good wicked spirit, sweet Angel deuill.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 23</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Spheares</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou which do'st guide this little world of loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy planets mansions heere thou mayst behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My brow the spheare where <i>Saturne</i> still doth moue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrinkled with cares: and withered, dry, and cold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine eyes the Orbe where <i>Iupiter</i> doth trace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which gently smile because they looke on thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Mars</i> in my swarty visage takes his place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made leane with loue, where furious conflicts bee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sol</i> in my breast with his hote scorching flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my hart alone doth <i>Venus</i> raigne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Mercury</i> my hands the Organs of thy fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Luna</i> glides in my fantastick braine;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The starry heauen thy prayse by me exprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou the first moouer, guiding all the rest.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 24</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love banish'd heauen, in earth was held in scorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wandring abroad in neede and beggery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wanting friends though of a Goddesse borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet crau'd the almes of such as passed by.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I like a man, deuout and charitable;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clothed the naked, lodg'd this wandring guest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sighs and teares still furnishing his table,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With what might make the miserable blest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this vngratefull for my good desart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Entic'd my thoughts against me to conspire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who gaue consent to steale away my hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set my breast his lodging on a fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Well, well, my friends, when beggers grow thus bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No meruaile then though charity grow cold.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 25</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O why should nature nigardly restraine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sotherne Nations relish not our tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else should my lines glide on the waues of Rhene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crowne the Pirens with my liuing song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But bounded thus to Scotland get you forth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence take you wing vnto the Orcades,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There let my verse get glory in the North,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making my sighs to thawe the frozen seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let the Bards within the Irish Ile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To whom my Muse with fiery wings shall passe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call backe the stifneckd rebels from exile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And molifie the slaughtering Galliglasse:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when my flowing numbers they rehearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let Wolues and Bears be charmed with my verse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 27</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I gaue my faith to Loue, Loue his to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That hee and I, sworne brothers should remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus fayth receiu'd, fayth giuen back againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who would imagine bond more sure could be?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue flies to her, yet holds he my fayth taken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus from my vertue raiseth my offence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making me guilty by mine innocence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And surer bond by beeing so forsaken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He makes her aske what I before had vow'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giuing her that, which he had giuen me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bound by him, and he by her made free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who euer so hard breach of fayth alow'd?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Speake you that should of right and wrong discusse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was right ere wrong'd, or wrong ere righted thus?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 29</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Sences</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When conquering loue did first my hart assaile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnto mine ayde I summond euery sence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doubting if that proude tyrant should preuaile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hart should suffer for mine eyes offence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he with beauty, first corrupted sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hearing bryb'd with her tongues harmony,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My taste, by her sweet lips drawne with delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My smelling wonne with her breaths spicerie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when my touching came to play his part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(The King of sences, greater than the rest)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That yeelds loue up the keyes vnto my hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tells the other how they should be blest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus by those of whom I hop'd for ayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To cruell Loue my soule was first betrayd.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 30</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Vestalls</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those Priests, which first the Vestall fire begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which might be borrowed from no earthly flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deuisd a vessell to receiue the sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beeing stedfastly opposed to the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where with sweet wood laid curiously by Art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereon the sunne might by reflection beate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Receiuing strength from euery secret part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fuell kindled with celestiall heate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy blessed eyes, the sunne which lights this fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My holy thoughts, they be the Vestall flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The precious odors be my chast desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My breast the fuell which includes the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art my Vesta, thou my Goddesse art,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy hollowed Temple, onely is my hart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 31</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Me thinks I see some crooked Mimick ieere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And taxe my Muse with this fantastick grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turning my papers, asks what haue we heere?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making withall, some filthy anticke face;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feare no censure, nor what thou canst say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor shall my spirit one iote of vigor lose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think'st thou my wit shall keepe the pack-horse way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euery dudgen low inuention goes?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since Sonnets thus in bundles are imprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euery drudge doth dull our satiate eare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think'st thou my loue, shall in those rags be drest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euery dowdie, euery trull doth weare?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vnto my pitch no common iudgement flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I scorne all earthlie dung-bred scarabies.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 34</h4> + +<h4><i>To Admiration</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Maruaile not Loue, though I thy power admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rauish'd a world beyond the farthest thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That knowing more then euer hath beene taught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I am onely staru'd in my desire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maruaile not Loue, though I thy power admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ayming at things exceeding all perfection,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wisedoms selfe, to minister direction,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I am onely staru'd in my desire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maruaile not Loue, though I thy power admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though my conceite I farther seeme to bend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then possibly inuention can extend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet am onely staru'd in my desire;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If thou wilt wonder, heers the wonder loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That this to mee doth yet no wonder proue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 43</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whilst thus my pen striues to eternize thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Age rules my lines with wrincles in my face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where in the Map of all my misery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is modeld out the world of my disgrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst in despight of tyrannizing times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Medea</i> like I make thee young againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proudly thou scorn'st my world-outwearing rimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And murther'st vertue with thy coy disdaine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though in youth, my youth vntimely perrish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To keepe thee from obliuion and the graue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ensuing ages yet my rimes shall cherrish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where I entomb'd, my better part shall saue;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And though this earthly body fade and die<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My name shall mount vpon eternitie.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 44</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Muses which sadly sit about my chayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drownd in the teares extorted by my lines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With heauy sighs whilst thus I breake the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Paynting my passions in these sad dissignes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since she disdaines to blesse my happy verse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The strong built Trophies to her liuing fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Euer hence-forth my bosome be your hearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein the world shal now entombe her name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enclose my musick you poor sencelesse walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sith she is deafe and will not heare my mones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soften your selues with euery teare that falls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst I like <i>Orpheus</i> sing to trees and stones:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which with my plaints seeme yet with pitty moued,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Kinder then she who I so long haue loued.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 45</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou leaden braine, which censur'st what I write,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And say'st my lines be dull and doe not moue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I meruaile not thou feelst not my delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which neuer felt my fiery tuch of loue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thou whose pen hath like a Pack-horse seru'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose stomack vnto gaule hath turn'd thy foode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sences like poore prisoners hunger-staru'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose griefe hath parch'd thy body, dry'd thy blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou which hast scorned life, and hated death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a moment mad, sober, glad, and sorry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou which hast band thy thoughts and curst thy breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thousand plagues more then in purgatory.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou thus whose spirit Loue in his fire refines,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come thou and reade, admire, applaud my lines.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 55</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Truce gentle loue, a parly now I craue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me thinks, 'tis long since first these wars begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor thou nor I, the better yet can haue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bad is the match where neither party wone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I offer free conditions of faire peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hart for hostage, that it shall remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Discharge our forces heere, let malice cease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So for my pledge, thou giue me pledge againe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if nothing but death will serue thy turne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still thirsting for subuersion of my state;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doe what thou canst, raze, massacre, and burne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the world see the vtmost of thy hate:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I send defiance, since if ouerthrowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou vanquishing, the conquest is mine owne.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 56</h4> + +<h4><i>A Consonet</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Eyes with your teares, blind if you bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why haue these teares such eyes to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poore eyes, if yours teares cannot moue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My teares, eyes, then must mone my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then eyes, since you haue lost your sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weepe still, and teares shall lend you light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till both desolu'd, and both want might.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, no, cleere eyes, you are not blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in my teares discerne my mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teares be the language which you speake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which my hart wanting, yet must breake;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My tongue must cease to tell my wrongs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make my sighs to get them tongs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet more then this to her belongs.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonet 57</h4> + +<h4><i>To</i> Lucie <i>Countesse of Bedford</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great Lady, essence of my chiefest good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the most pure and finest tempred spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Adorn'd with gifts, enobled by thy blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which by discent true vertue do'st inherit:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That vertue which no fortune can depriue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which thou by birth tak'st from thy gracious mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose royall minds with equall motion striue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which most in honour shall excell the other;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnto thy fame my Muse herself shall taske,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which rain'st vpon me thy sweet golden showers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And but thy selfe, no subject will I aske,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon whose praise my soule shall spend her powers.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet Lady yet, grace this poore Muse of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose faith, whose zeale, whose life, whose all is thine.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonet 58</h4> + +<h4><i>To the Lady</i> Anne Harington</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Madam, my words cannot expresse my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My zealous kindnes to make knowne to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When your desarts all seuerally I find;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this attempt of me doe claim their due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your gracious kindnes that doth claime my hart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your bounty bids my hand to make it knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of me your vertues each doe claime a part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaue me thus the least part of mine owne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What should commend your modesty and wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is by your wit and modesty commended<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And standeth dumbe, in much admiring it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where it should begin, it there is ended;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Returning this your prayses onely due,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to your selfe say you are onely you.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> +<h2>[from the Edition of 1602]</h2> + + +<h4>Sonnet 12</h4> + +<h4><i>To Lunacie</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As other men, so I my selfe doe muse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why in this sort I wrest Inuention so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And why these giddy metaphors I vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leauing the path the greater part doe goe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will resolue you; I am lunaticke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euer this in mad men you shall finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What they last thought on when the braine grew sick,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In most distraction keepe that still in minde.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus talking idely in this bedlam fit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reason and I, (you must conceiue) are twaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis nine yeeres, now, since first I lost my wit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beare with me, then, though troubled be my braine;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With diet and correction, men distraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(Not too farre past) may to their wits be brought.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 17</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Condemn'd by <i>Ioue</i> to endlesse torment be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I greatly meruaile how you still goe free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That farre beyond <i>Promethius</i> did aspire?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fire he stole, although of heauenly kinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which from aboue he craftily did take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of liueles clods vs liuing men to make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Againe bestow'd in temper of the mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you broke in to heauens immortall store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where vertue, honour, wit, and beautie lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which taking thence, you haue escap'd away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet stand as free as ere you did before.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But old <i>Promethius</i> punish'd for his rape,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus poore theeues suffer, when the greater scape.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet 25</h4> + +<h4><i>To Folly</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With fooles and children good discretion beares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then honest people beare with Loue and me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor older yet, nor wiser made by yeeres,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the rest of fooles and children be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loues still a Baby, playes with gaudes and toyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like a wanton sports with euery feather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Idiots still are running after boyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then fooles and children fitt'st to goe together;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He still as young as when he first was borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No wiser I, then when as young as he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You that behold vs, laugh vs not to scorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giue Nature thanks, you are not such as we;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet fooles and children sometimes tell in play,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some wise in showe, more fooles in deede, then they.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 27</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I heare some say, this man is not in loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, can he loue? a likely thing they say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reade but his verse, and it will easily proue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O iudge not rashly (gentle Sir) I pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because I loosely tryfle in this sort,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one that faine his sorrowes would beguile:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You now suppose me, all this time in sport,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And please your selfe with this conceit the while.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You shallow censures; sometime see you not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In greatest perills some men pleasant be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where fame by death is onely to be got,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They resolute, so stands the case with me;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where other men, in depth of passion cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I laugh at fortune, as in iest to die.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet 31</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To such as say thy loue I ouer-prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And doe not sticke to terme my praises folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against these folkes that think them selues so wise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thus appose my force of reason wholly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though I giue more, then well affords my state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which expense the most suppose me vaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would yeeld them nothing at the easiest rate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet at this price, returnes me treble gaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They value not, vnskilfull how to vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I giue much, because I gaine thereby,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I that thus take, or they that thus refuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether are these deccaued then, or I?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In euery thing I hold this maxim still,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The circumstance doth make it good or ill.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 41</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Deare, why should you commaund me to my rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When now the night doth summon all to sleepe?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me thinks this time becommeth louers best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Night was ordained together friends to keepe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How happy are all other liuing things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which though the day disioyne by seuerall flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The quiet euening yet together brings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And each returnes vnto his loue at night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O thou that art so curteous vnto all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why shouldst thou Night abuse me onely thus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euery creature to his kinde doost call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet tis thou doost onely seuer vs.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Well could I wish it would be euer day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If when night comes you bid me goe away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet 58</h4> + +<h4><i>To Prouerbe</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As Loue and I, late harbour'd in one Inne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Prouerbs thus each other intertaine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In loue there is no lacke, thus I beginne?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Faire words makes fooles, replieth he againe?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That spares to speake, doth spare to speed (quoth I)</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>As well (saith he) too forward as too slow.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fortune assists the boldest, I replie?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A hasty man (quoth he) nere wanted woe.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Labour is light, where loue (quoth I) doth pay,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>(Saith he) light burthens heauy, if farre borne?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>(Quoth I) the maine lost, cast the by away:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>You haue spunne a faire thred, he replies in scorne</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hauing thus a while each other thwarted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fooles as we met, so fooles againe we parted.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 63</h4> + +<h4><i>To the high and mighty Prince, James, King of Scots</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not thy graue Counsells, nor thy Subiects loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor all that famous Scottish royaltie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or what thy soueraigne greatnes may approue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Others in vaine doe but historifie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When thine owne glorie from thy selfe doth spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though thou did'st, all meaner prayses scorne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Kings a Poet, and the Poets King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They Princes, but thou Prophets do'st adorne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst others by their Empires are renown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou do'st enrich thy Scotland with renowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Kings can but with Diadems be crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with thy Laurell, thou doo'st crowne thy Crowne;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That they whose pens, euen life to Kings doe giue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In thee a King, shall seeke them selues to liue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet <i>66</i></h4> + +<h4><i>To the Lady</i> L.S.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bright starre of Beauty, on whose eyelids sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand Nimph-like and enamoured Graces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Goddesses of memory and wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in due order take their seuerall places,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whose deare bosome, sweet delicious loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Layes downe his quiuer, that he once did beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since he that blessed Paradice did proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forsooke his mothers lap to sport him there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let others striue to entertaine with words,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soule is of another temper made;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hold it vile that vulgar wit affords,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deuouring time my faith, shall not inuade:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still let my praise be honoured thus by you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be you most worthy, whilst I be most true.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/03.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> +<h2>[from the Edition of 1605]</h2> + + +<h4>Sonnet 43</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why should your faire eyes with such soueraine grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dispearse their raies on euery vulgar spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst I in darknes in the selfesame place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Get not one glance to recompence my merit:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So doth the plow-man gaze the wandring starre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And onely rests contented with the light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That neuer learnd what constellations are,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the bent of his vnknowing sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O why should beautie (custome to obey)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To their grosse sence applie her selfe so ill?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would God I were as ignorant as they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I am made vnhappy by my skill;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Onely compeld on this poore good to boast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heauens are not kind to them that know them most.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 46</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Plain-path'd Experience the vnlearneds guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her simple followers euidently shewes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometime what schoolemen scarcely can decide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knowes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In making triall of a murther wrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If the vile actor of the heinous deede,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neere the dead bodie happily be brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft hath been prou'd the breathlesse coarse will bleed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She comming neere that my poore hart hath slaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long since departed, (to the world no more)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The auncient wounds no longer can containe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But fall to bleeding as they did before:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But what of this? should she to death be led,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It furthers iustice, but helpes not the dead.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet 47</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In pride of wit, when high desire of fame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaue life and courage to my labouring pen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And first the sound and vertue of my name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Won grace and credit in the eares of men:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With those the thronged Theaters that presse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I in the circuite for the Lawrell stroue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the full praise I freely must confesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In heate of blood a modest minde might moue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With showts and daps at euerie little pawse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the prowd round on euerie side hath rung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sadly I sit vnmou'd with the applawse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though to me it nothing did belong:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No publique glorie vainely I pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The praise I striue, is to eternize you.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 50</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As in some Countries far remote from hence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wretched creature destined to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hauing the iudgement due to his offence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Surgeons begg'd, their Art on him to trie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which on the liuing worke without remorce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First make incision on each maistring vaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then stanch the bleeding, then transperce the coarse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with their balmes recure the wounds againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then poison and with Phisicke him restore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not that they feare the hopelesse man to kill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But their experience to encrease the more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Euen so my Mistresse works vpon my ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By curing me, and killing me each howre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Onely to shew her beauties soueraigne powre.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet 51</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Calling to minde since first my loue begunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' incertaine times oft varying in their course,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How things still vnexpectedly haue runne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As please the fates, by their resistlesse force:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lastly, mine eyes amazedly haue scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Essex</i> great fall, <i>Tyrone</i> his peace to gaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The quiet end of that long-liuing Queene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Kings faire entrance, and our peace with Spaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We and the Dutch at length our selues to seuer.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus the world doth, and euermore shall reele,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet to my goddesse am I constant euer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How ere blind fortune turne her giddy wheele:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though heauen and earth proue both to mee vntrue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet am I still inuiolate to you.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Sonnet 57</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You best discern'd of my interior eies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet your graces outwardly diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose deare remembrance in my bosome lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too riche a relique for so poore a shrine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You in whome Nature chose herselfe to view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she her owne perfection would admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bestowing all her excellence on you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At whose pure eies Loue lights his halowed fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Euen as a man that in some traunce hath scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than his wondring vttrance can vnfolde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rapt in spirite in better worlds hath beene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So must your praise distractedly be tolde;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most of all short, when I should shew you most,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In your perfections altogether lost.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> +<h4>Sonnet 58</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In former times, such as had store of coyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In warres at home, or when for conquests bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For feare that some their treasures should purloyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaue it to keepe to spirites within the ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to attend it, them so strongly tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they return'd, home when they neuer came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as by art to get the same haue tride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the strong spirits by no means get the same,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neerer you come, that further flies away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Striuing to holde it strongly in the deepe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Euen as this spirit, so she alone doth play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With those rich Beauties heauen giues her to keepe:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pitty so left, to coldenes of her blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not to auaile her, nor do others good.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4> +<i>To Sir Walter Aston, Knight of the honourable<br /> +order of the Bath, and my most<br /> +worthy Patron</i><br /> +</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will not striue m' inuention to inforce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With needlesse words your eyes to entertaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T' obserue the formall ordinarie course<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euerie one so vulgarly doth faine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our interchanged and deliberate choise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is with more firme and true election sorted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then stands in censure of the common voice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with light humor fondly is transported:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor take I patterne of another's praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then what my pen may constantly avow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor walke more publique nor obscurer waies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then vertue bids, and iudgement will allow;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So shall my tone, and best endeuours serue you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And still shall studie, still so to deserue you.<br /></span> +<span class="i12"><i>Michaell Drayton.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> +<h2>[from the Edition of 1619]</h2> + +<h4>1</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like an aduenturous Sea-farer am I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath some long and dang'rous Voyage beene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And call'd to tell of his Discouerie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How farre he sayl'd, what Countries he had seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proceeding from the Port whence he put forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shewes by his Compasse, how his Course he steer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When East, when West, when South, and when by North,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As how the Pole to eu'ry place was rear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Capes he doubled, of what Continent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gulphes and Straits, that strangely he had past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where most becalm'd, wherewith foule Weather spent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on what Rocks in perill to be cast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus in my Loue, Time calls me to relate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My tedious Trauels, and oft-varying Fate.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>6</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How many paltry, foolish, painted things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That now in Coaches trouble eu'ry Street,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere they be well wrap'd in their winding Sheet?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where I to thee Eternitie shall giue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When nothing else remayneth of these dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Queenes hereafter shall be glad to liue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon the Almes of thy superfluous prayse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Virgins and Matrons reading these my Rimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be so much delighted with thy story,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they shall grieve, they liu'd not in these Times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To haue seene thee, their Sexes onely glory:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So shalt thou flye aboue the vulgar Throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still to suruiue in my immortall Song.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> +<h4>8</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There's nothing grieues me, but that Age should haste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in my dayes I may not see thee old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That where those two deare sparkling Eyes are plac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely two Loope-holes, then I might behold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That louely, arched, yuorie, pollish'd Brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Defac'd with Wrinkles, that I might but see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy daintie Hayre, so curl'd, and crisped now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like grizzled Mosse vpon some aged Tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Cheeke, now flush with Roses, sunke, and leane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Lips, with age, as any Wafer thinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Pearly teeth out of thy head so cleane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That when thou feed'st, thy Nose shall touch thy Chinne:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These Lines that now thou scorn'st, which should delight thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then would I make thee read, but to despight thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>15</h4> + +<h4><i>His Remedie for Loue</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Since to obtaine thee, nothing me will sted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haue a Med'cine that shall cure my Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The powder of her Heart dry'd, when she is dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Gold nor Honour ne'r had power to moue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mix'd with her Teares, that ne'r her true-Loue crost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor at Fifteene ne'r long'd to be a Bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Boyl'd with her Sighes, in giuing vp the Ghost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for her late deceased Husband dy'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the same then let a Woman breathe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That being chid, did neuer word replie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one thrice-marry'd's Pray'rs, that did bequeath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Legacie to stale Virginitie.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If this Receit haue not the pow'r to winne me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Little Ile say, but thinke the Deuill's in me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> +<h4>21</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A witlesse Gallant, a young Wench that woo'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Yet his dull Spirit her not one iot could moue)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intreated me, as e'r I wish'd his good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write him but one Sonnet to his Loue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I, as fast as e'r my Penne could trot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Powr'd out what first from quicke Inuention came;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor neuer stood one word thereof to blot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much like his Wit, that was to vse the same:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with my Verses he his Mistres wonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who doted on the Dolt beyond all measure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But soe, for you to Heau'n for Phraze I runne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ransacke all <span class="smcap">Apollo's</span> golden Treasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet by my Troth, this Foole his Loue obtaines,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I lose you, for all my Wit and Paines.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>27</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is not Loue here, as 'tis in other Clymes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And diff'reth it, as doe the seu'rall Nations?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or hath it lost the Vertue, with the Times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in this land alt'reth with the Fashions?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or haue our Passions lesser pow'r then theirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who had lesse Art them liuely to expresse?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is Nature growne lesse pow'rfull in their Heires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in our Fathers did the more transgresse?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am sure my Sighes come from a Heart as true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As any Mans, that Memory can boast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my Respects and Seruices to you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Equall with his, that loues his Mistris most:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or Nature must be partiall in my Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or onely you doe violate her Lawes.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> +<h4>36</h4> + +<h4><i>Cupid coniured</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou purblind Boy, since thou hast been so slacke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wound her Heart, whose Eyes haue wounded me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And suff'red her to glory in my Wracke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to my aid, I lastly coniure thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Hellish <i>Styx</i> (by which the <span class="smcap">Thund'rer</span> sweares)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By thy faire Mothers vnauoided Power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By <span class="smcap">Hecat's</span> Names, by <span class="smcap">Proserpine's</span> sad Teares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she was rapt to the infernall Bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By thine own loued <span class="smcap">Psyches</span>, by the Fires<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spent on thine Altars, flaming vp to Heau'n;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By all the Louers Sighes, Vowes, and Desires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By all the Wounds that euer thou hast giu'n;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I coniure thee by all that I haue nam'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make her loue, or <span class="smcap">Cupid</span> be thou damn'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>48</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cupid, I hate thee, which I'de haue thee know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A naked Starueling euer may'st thou be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poore Rogue, goe pawne thy <i>Fascia</i> and thy Bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For some few Ragges, wherewith to couer thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if thou'lt not, thy Archerie forbeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To some base Rustick doe thy selfe preferre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when Corne's sowne, or growne into the Eare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Practise thy Quiuer, and turne Crow-keeper;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or being Blind (as fittest for the Trade)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goe hyre thy selfe some bungling Harpers Boy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They that are blind, are Minstrels often made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So may'st thou liue, to thy faire Mothers Ioy:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That whilst with <span class="smcap">Mars</span> she holdeth her old way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou, her Blind Sonne, may'st sit by them, and play.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> +<h4>52</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What dost thou meane to Cheate me of my Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To take all Mine, and giue me none againe?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or haue thine Eyes such Magike, or that Art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That what They get, They euer doe retaine?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Play not the Tyrant, but take some Remorse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rebate thy Spleene, if but for Pitties sake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Cruell, if thou can'st not; let vs scorse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for one Piece of Thine, my whole heart take.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what of Pitty doe I speake to Thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Brest is proofe against Complaint or Prayer?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or can I thinke what my Reward shall be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From that proud Beauty, which was my betrayer?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What talke I of a Heart, when thou hast none?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or if thou hast, it is a flinty one.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>61</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Since there 's no helpe, Come let vs kisse and part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, I haue done: You get no more of Me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I am glad, yea glad withall my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thus so cleanly, I my Selfe can free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shake hands for euer, Cancell all our Vowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when we meet at any time againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be it not scene in either of our Browes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That We one iot of former Loue reteyne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now at the last gaspe of Loues latest Breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When his Pulse fayling, Passion speechlesse lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Faith is kneeling by his bed of Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Innocence is closing vp his Eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now if thou would'st, when all haue giuen him ouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From Death to Life, thou might'st him yet recouer.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/04.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>ODES</h2> + +<h3>[from the Edition of 1619]</h3> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">To Himselfe and The Harpe</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And why not I, as hee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That's greatest, if as free,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(In sundry strains that striue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since there so many be)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Th' old <i>Lyrick</i> kind reuiue?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will, yea, and I may;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who shall oppose my way?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For what is he alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That of himselfe can say,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">Hee's Heire of <i>Helicon</i>?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Apollo</span>, and the Nine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forbid no Man their Shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That commeth with hands pure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else be they so diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They will not him indure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For they be such coy Things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they care not for Kings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dare let them know it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor may he touch their Springs,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">That is not borne a Poet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Pyreneus, <i>King of</i> Phocis, <i>attempting to rauish the Muses.</i></div> +<span class="i0">The <i>Phocean</i> it did proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom when foule Lust did moue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those Mayds vnchast to make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fell, as with them he stroue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His Neck and iustly brake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><span class="i0">That instrument ne'r heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strooke by the skilfull Bard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It strongly to awake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it th' infernalls skard,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">And made Olympus quake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Sam. lib. 1. cap. 16.</div> +<span class="i0">As those Prophetike strings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sounds with fiery Wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Draue Fiends from their abode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Touch'd by the best of Kings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sang the holy Ode.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Orpheus <i>the</i> Thracian <i>Poet</i>. Caput, Hebre, lyramque Excipis. &c. Ouid. lib. 11. Metam.</div> +<span class="i0">So his, which Women slue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it int' Hebrus threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such sounds yet forth it sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Bankes to weepe that drue,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">As downe the streame it went.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Mercury <i>inuentor of the Harpe, as</i> Horace Ode 10. lib. 1. <i>curuaq; lyra parentẽ</i>.</div> +<span class="i0">That by the Tortoyse shell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Mayas</span> Sonne it fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The most thereof not doubt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sure some Power did dwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Him who found it out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Thebes <i>fayned to haue beene raysed by Musicke.</i></div> +<span class="i0">The Wildest of the field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ayre, with Riuers t' yeeld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which mou'd; that sturdy Glebes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And massie Oakes could weeld,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2">To rayse the pyles of <i>Thebes</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And diuersly though Strung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So anciently We sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To it, that Now scarce knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If first it did belong<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To <i>Greece</i>, or if our Owne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote"><i>The ancient</i> British <i>Priests</i> so called of their abode in woods.</div> +<span class="i0">The <i>Druydes</i> imbrew'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Gore, on Altars rude<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With Sacrifices crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In hollow Woods bedew'd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">Ador'd the Trembling sound.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">Pindar <i>Prince of the</i> Greeke lyricks, <i>of whom</i> Horace: Pindarum quisquis studet, &c. Ode 2. lib. 4.</div> +<span class="i0">Though wee be All to seeke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <span class="smcap">Pindar</span> that Great <i>Greeke</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Finger it aright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Soule with power to strike,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His hand retayn'd such Might.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Horace <i>first of the</i> Romans <i>in that kind</i>.</div> +<span class="i0">Or him that <i>Rome</i> did grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Ayres we all imbrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That scarcely found his Peere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor giueth <span class="smcap">Phœbvs</span> place,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i2">For Strokes diuinely cleere.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote"><i>The</i> Irish <i>Harpe</i>.</div> +<span class="i0">The <i>Irish</i> I admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still cleaue to that Lyre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As our Musike's Mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thinke, till I expire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Apollo's</span> such another.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As <i>Britons</i>, that so long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haue held this Antike Song,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let all our Carpers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forbeare their fame to wrong,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i2">Th' are right skilfull Harpers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">Southerne, <i>an</i> English <i>Lyrick</i>.</div> +<span class="i0"><i>Southerne</i>, I long thee spare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet wish thee well to fare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who me pleased'st greatly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As first, therefore more rare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Handling thy Harpe neatly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To those that with despight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall terme these Numbers slight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tell them their Iudgement's blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much erring from the right,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i2">It is a Noble kind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote"><i>An old</i> English <i>Rymer</i>.</div> +<span class="i0">Nor is 't the Verse doth make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That giueth, or doth take,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis possible to clyme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To kindle, or to slake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Although in <span class="smcap">Skelton's</span> Ryme.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">To The New Yeere</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rich Statue, double-faced,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Marble Temples graced,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To rayse thy God-head hyer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In flames where Altars shining,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before thy Priests diuining,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doe od'rous Fumes expire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great <span class="smcap">Ianvs</span>, I thy pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the <i>Thespian</i> treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doe seriously pursue;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">To th' passed yeere returning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though the old adiourning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet bringing in the new.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy ancient Vigils yeerely,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haue obserued cleerely,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy Feasts yet smoaking bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since all thy store abroad is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giue something to my Goddesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As hath been vs'd by thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Giue her th' <i>Eoan</i> brightnesse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Wing'd with that subtill lightnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That doth trans-pierce the Ayre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Roses of the Morning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rising Heau'n adorning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To mesh with flames of Hayre.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those ceaselesse Sounds, aboue all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made by those Orbes that moue all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And euer swelling there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrap'd vp in Numbers flowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them actually bestowing,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">For Iewels at her Eare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Rapture great and holy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doe thou transport me wholly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So well her forme to vary,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I aloft may beare her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereas I will insphere her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Regions high and starry.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><span class="i0">And in my choise Composures,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soft and easie Closures,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So amorously shall meet;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">That euery liuely Ceasure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall tread a perfect Measure<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Set on so equall feet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That Spray to fame so fertle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Louer-crowning Mirtle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Wreaths of mixed Bowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within whose shades are dwelling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those Beauties most excelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Inthron'd vpon her Browes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those Paralels so euen,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Drawne on the face of Heauen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That curious Art supposes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Direct those Gems, whose cleerenesse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farre off amaze by neerenesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each Globe such fire incloses.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her Bosome full of Blisses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Nature made for Kisses,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So pure and wond'rous cleere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereas a thousand Graces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold their louely Faces,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">As they are bathing there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, thou selfe-little blindnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The kindnesse of vnkindnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet one of those diuine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Brands to me were leuer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy <i>Fascia</i>, and thy Quiuer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thou this Quill of mine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Heart so freshly bleeding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon it owne selfe feeding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose woundes still dropping be;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">O Loue, thy selfe confounding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her coldnesse so abounding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet such heat in me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><span class="i0">Yet if I be inspired,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile leaue thee so admired,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To all that shall succeed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That were they more then many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mongst all, there is not any,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Time so oft shall read.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor Adamant ingraued,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">That hath been choisely 'st saued,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Idea's</span> Name out-weares;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So large a Dower as this is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The greatest often misses,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Diadem that beares.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">To His Valentine</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Muse, bid the Morne awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sad Winter now declines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each Bird doth chuse a Make,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day 's Saint <span class="smcap">Valentine's</span>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that good Bishop's sake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Get vp, and let vs see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Beautie it shall bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Fortune vs assignes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But lo, in happy How'r,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">The place wherein she lyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In yonder climbing Tow'r,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gilt by the glitt'ring Rise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">Iove</span>! that in a Show'r,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As once that Thund'rer did,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he in drops lay hid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I could her surprize.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her Canopie Ile draw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With spangled Plumes bedight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Mortall euer saw<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">So rauishing a sight;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><span class="i0">That it the Gods might awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pow'rfully trans-pierce<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Globie Vniuerse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out-shooting eu'ry Light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Lips Ile softly lay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vpon her heau'nly Cheeke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dy'd like the dawning Day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As polish'd Iuorie sleeke:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in her Eare Ile say;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">O, thou bright Morning-Starre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis I that come so farre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My Valentine to seeke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Each little Bird, this Tyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doth chuse her loued Pheere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which constantly abide<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Wedlock all the yeere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Nature is their Guide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So may we two be true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This yeere, nor change for new,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">As Turtles coupled were.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sparrow, Swan, the Doue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though <span class="smcap">Venvs</span> Birds they be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet are they not for Loue<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So absolute as we:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Reason vs doth moue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They but by billing woo:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then try what we can doo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To whom each sense is free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which we haue more then they,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2">By liuelyer Organs sway'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Appetite each way<br /></span> +<span class="i2">More by our Sense obay'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Passions to display,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Season vs doth fit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let vs follow it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As Nature vs doth lead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><span class="i0">One Kisse in two let's breake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Confounded with the touch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But halfe words let vs speake,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">Our Lip's imploy'd so much,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill we both grow weake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sweetnesse of thy breath;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O smother me to death:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Long let our Ioyes be such.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let's laugh at them that chuse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their Valentines by lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To weare their Names that vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom idly they haue got:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such poore choise we refuse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Saint <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> befriend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We thus this Morne may spend,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Else Muse, awake her not.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">The Heart</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If thus we needs must goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What shall our one Heart doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This One made of our Two?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Madame, two Hearts we brake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from them both did take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The best, one Heart to make.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Halfe this is of your Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine in the other part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ioyn'd by our equall Art.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Were it cymented, or sowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Shreds or Pieces knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We each might find our owne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But 'tis dissolu'd, and fix'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with such cunning mix'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No diffrence that betwixt.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><span class="i0">But how shall we agree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom it kept shall be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether by you, or me?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It cannot two Brests fill,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">One must be heartlesse still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill the other will.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It came to me one day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I will'd it to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With whether it would stay?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It told me, in your Brest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where it might hope to rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if it were my Ghest,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For certainety it knew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I would still anew<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Be sending it to you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Neuer, I thinke, had two<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such worke, so much to doo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Vnitie to woo.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yours was so cold and chaste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst mine with zeale did waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Fire with Water plac'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How did my Heart intreat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How pant, how did it beat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till it could giue yours heat!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Till to that temper brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through our perfection wrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That blessing eythers Thought.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In such a Height it lyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From this base Worlds dull Eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Heauen it not enuyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All that this Earth can show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Heart shall not once know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it too vile and low.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">The Sacrifice To Apollo</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Priests of <span class="smcap">Apollo</span>, sacred be the Roome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For this learn'd Meeting: Let no barbarous Groome,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">How braue soe'r he bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Attempt to enter;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But of the Muses free,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">None here may venter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This for the <i>Delphian</i> Prophets is prepar'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The prophane Vulgar are from hence debar'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And since the Feast so happily begins,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Call vp those faire Nine, with their Violins;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">They are begot by <span class="smcap">Iove</span>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then let vs place them,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Where no Clowne in may shoue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That may disgrace them:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let them neere to young <span class="smcap">Apollo</span> sit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So shall his Foot-pace ouer-flow with Wit.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where be the Graces, where be those fayre Three?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In any hand they may not absent bee:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">They to the Gods are deare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i4">And they can humbly<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Teach vs, our Selues to beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And doe things comely:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They, and the Muses, rise both from one Stem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They grace the Muses, and the Muses them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bring forth your Flaggons (fill'd with sparkling Wine)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereon swolne <span class="smcap">Bacchvs</span>, crowned with a Vine,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Is grauen, and fill out,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">It well bestowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To eu'ry Man about,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i4">In Goblets flowing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let not a Man drinke, but in Draughts profound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To our God <span class="smcap">Phœbvs</span> let the Health goe Round.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let your Iests flye at large; yet therewithall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See they be Salt, but yet not mix'd with Gall:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Not tending to disgrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But fayrely giuen,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Becomming well the place,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Modest, and euen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they with tickling Pleasure may prouoke<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Laughter in him, on whom the Iest is broke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or if the deeds of <span class="smcap">Heroes</span> ye rehearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them be sung in so well-ord'red Verse,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That each word haue his weight,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet runne with pleasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Holding one stately height,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In so braue measure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they may make the stiffest Storme seeme weake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dampe <span class="smcap">Ioves</span> Thunder, when it lowd'st doth speake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And if yee list to exercise your Vayne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Or in the Sock, or in the Buskin'd Strayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Let Art and Nature goe<br /></span> +<span class="i4">One with the other;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet so, that Art may show<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nature her Mother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thick-brayn'd Audience liuely to awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till with shrill Claps the Theater doe shake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sing Hymnes to <span class="smcap">Bacchvs</span> then, with hands vprear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Offer to <span class="smcap">Iove</span>, who most is to be fear'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">From him the Muse we haue,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i4">From him proceedeth<br /></span> +<span class="i4">More then we dare to craue;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">'Tis he that feedeth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them, whom the World would starue; then let the Lyre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sound, whilst his Altars endlesse flames expire.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">To Cvpid</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Maydens, why spare ye?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or whether not dare ye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Correct the blind Shooter?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because wanton <span class="smcap">Venvs</span>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So oft that doth paine vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is her Sonnes Tutor.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now in the Spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He proueth his Wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Field is his Bower,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And as the small Bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About flyeth hee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From Flower to Flower.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And wantonly roues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Abroad in the Groues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in the Ayre houers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when it him deweth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Fethers he meweth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In sighes of true Louers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And since doom'd by Fate,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">(That well knew his Hate)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Hee should be blinde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For very despite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Eyes be his White,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So wayward his kinde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If his Shafts loosing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Ill his Mark choosing)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or his Bow broken;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Moane <span class="smcap">Venvs</span> maketh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And care that she taketh,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">Cannot be spoken.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Vulcan</span> commending<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her loue, and straight sending<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her Doues and her Sparrowes,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><span class="i0">With Kisses vnto him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all but to woo him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make her Sonne Arrowes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Telling what he hath done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Sayth she, Right mine owne Sonne)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her Armes she him closes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Sweetes on him fans,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Layd in Downe of her Swans,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His Sheets, Leaues of Roses.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And feeds him with Kisses;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which oft when he misses,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He euer is froward:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Mothers o'r-ioying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes by much coying,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Child so vntoward.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet in a fine Net,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">That a Spider set,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Maydens had caught him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had she not beene neere him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And chanced to heare him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">More good they had taught him.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">An Amovret Anacreontick</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Most good, most faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Thing as rare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To call you's lost;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all the cost<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Words can bestow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So poorely show<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon your prayse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all the wayes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sense hath, come short:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Whereby Report<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falls them vnder;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That when Wonder<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More hath seyzed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet not pleased,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><span class="i0">That it in kinde<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing can finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You to expresse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neuerthelesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As by Globes small,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">This Mightie <span class="smcap">All</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is shew'd, though farre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Life, each Starre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A World being:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So wee seeing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You, like as that,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely trust what<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Art doth vs teach;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when I reach<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At Morall Things,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">And that my Strings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grauely should strike,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straight some mislike<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blotteth mine <span class="smcap">Ode</span>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As with the Loade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Steele we touch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forced ne'r so much,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet still remoues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To that it loues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till there it stayes;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">So to your prayse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I turne euer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though neuer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From you mouing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Happie so louing.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">Loves Conqvest</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Wer't granted me to choose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How I would end my dayes;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since I this life must loose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It should be in Your praise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there is no Bayes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can be set aboue you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><span class="i2">S' impossibly I loue You,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for you sit so hie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whence none may remoue You<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">In my cleere Poesie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I oft deny<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You so ample Merit.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The freedome of my Spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maintayning (still) my Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your Sex not to inherit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vrging the <i>Salique</i> Lawes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But your Vertue drawes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From me euery due.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thus still You me pursue,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">That no where I can dwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By Feare made iust to You,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who naturally rebell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of You that excell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That should I still Endyte,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Yet will You want some Ryte.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That lost in your high praise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wander to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As seeing sundry Waies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet which the right not know<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">To get out of this Maze.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">To The Viriginian Voyage</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You braue Heroique minds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worthy your Countries Name;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Honour still pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Goe, and subdue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst loyt'ring Hinds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lurke here at home, with shame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Britans</i>, you stay too long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quickly aboard bestow you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And with a merry Gale<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">Swell your stretch'd Sayle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Vowes as strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the Winds that blow you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><span class="i0">Your Course securely steere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">West and by South forth keepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rocks, Lee-shores, nor Sholes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When <span class="smcap">Eolvs</span> scowles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You need not feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So absolute the Deepe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And cheerefully at Sea,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Successe you still intice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To get the Pearle and Gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ours to hold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Virginia</span>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's onely Paradise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where Nature hath in store<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fowle, Venison, and Fish,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the Fruitfull'st Soyle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without your Toyle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three Haruests more,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">All greater then your Wish.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the ambitious Vine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crownes with his purple Masse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cedar reaching hie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To kisse the Sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Cypresse, Pine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vse-full Sassafras.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To whome, the golden Age<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still Natures lawes doth giue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No other Cares that tend,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">But Them to defend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Winters rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That long there doth not liue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When as the Lushious smell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that delicious Land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aboue the Seas that flowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cleere Wind throwes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Hearts to swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Approaching the deare Strande.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><span class="i0">In kenning of the Shore<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">(Thanks to God first giuen,)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O you the happy'st men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be Frolike then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let Cannons roare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Frighting the wide Heauen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in Regions farre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such Heroes bring yee foorth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As those from whom We came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And plant Our name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnder that Starre<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Not knowne vnto our North.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And as there Plenty growes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Lawrell euery where,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Apollo's</span> Sacred tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You may it see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Poets Browes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To crowne, that may sing there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy Voyages attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Industrious <span class="smcap">Hacklvit</span>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose Reading shall inflame<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i2">Men to seeke Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And much commend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To after-Times thy Wit.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">An Ode Written In The Peake</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This while we are abroad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall we not touch our Lyre?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall we not sing an <span class="smcap">Ode</span>?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall that holy Fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vs that strongly glow'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In this cold Ayre expire?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Long since the Summer layd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her lustie Brau'rie downe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Autumne halfe is way'd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">And <span class="smcap">Boreas</span> 'gins to frowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since now I did behold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Great <span class="smcap">Brvtes</span> first builded Towne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><span class="i0">Though in the vtmost <i>Peake</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A while we doe remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the Mountaines bleake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Expos'd to Sleet and Raine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Sport our Houres shall breake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To exercise our Vaine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What though bright <span class="smcap">Phœbvs</span> Beames<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">Refresh the Southerne Ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though the Princely <i>Thames</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With beautious Nymphs abound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by old <i>Camber's</i> Streames<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be many Wonders found;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet many Riuers cleare<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here glide in Siluer Swathes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what of all most deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Buckston's</i> delicious Bathes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong Ale and Noble Cheare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">T' asswage breeme Winters scathes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those grim and horrid Caues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose Lookes affright the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein nice Nature saues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What she would not bewray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our better leasure craues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And doth inuite our Lay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In places farre or neere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or famous, or obscure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where wholesome is the Ayre,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">Or where the most impure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All times, and euery-where,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Muse is still in vre.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">His Defence Against The Idle Critick</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Ryme nor marres, nor makes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor addeth it, nor takes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From that which we propose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Things imaginarie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doe so strangely varie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That quickly we them lose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><span class="i0">And what 's quickly begot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As soone againe is not,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This doe I truely know:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Yea, and what 's borne with paine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Sense doth long'st retaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gone with a greater Flow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet this Critick so sterne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whom, none must discerne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor perfectly haue seeing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strangely layes about him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As nothing without him<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were worthy of being.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That I my selfe betray<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">To that most publique way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where the Worlds old Bawd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Custome, that doth humor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by idle rumor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her Dotages applaud.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That whilst he still prefers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those that be wholly hers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Madnesse and Ignorance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I creepe behind the Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From spertling with their Crime,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">And glad too with my Chance.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O wretched World the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the euill most vile,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beareth the fayrest face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And inconstant lightnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a scornefull slightnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The best Things doth disgrace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whilst this strange knowing Beast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man, of himselfe the least,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His Enuie declaring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Makes Vertue to descend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her title to defend,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Against him, much preparing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span><span class="i0">Yet these me not delude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor from my place extrude,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By their resolued Hate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their vilenesse that doe know;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which to my selfe I show,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keepe aboue my Fate.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">To His Rivall</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Her lou'd I most,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By thee that 's lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though she were wonne with leasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was my gaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But to my paine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou spoyl'st me of my Treasure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The Ship full fraught<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With Gold, farre sought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though ne'r so wisely helmed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">May suffer wracke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In sayling backe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Tempest ouer-whelmed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">But shee, good Sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did not preferre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You, for that I was ranging;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But for that shee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Found faith in mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she lou'd to be changing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Therefore boast not<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">Your happy Lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be silent now you haue her;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The time I knew<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She slighted you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I was in her fauour.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">None stands so fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But may be cast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Fortune, and disgraced:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Once did I weare<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her Garter there,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Where you her Gloue haue placed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span><span class="i2">I had the Vow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thou hast now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Glances to discouer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her Loue to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she to thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reades but old Lessons ouer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">She hath no Smile<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That can beguile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as my Thought I know it;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">Yea, to a Hayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Both when and where,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how she will bestow it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">What now is thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was onely mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And first to me was giuen;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou laugh'st at mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I laugh at thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus we two are euen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">But Ile not mourne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2">But stay my Turne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Wind may come about, Sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And once againe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">May bring me in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And help to beare you out, Sir.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">A Skeltoniad</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Muse should be sprightly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet not handling lightly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Things graue; as much loath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Things that be slight, to cloath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curiously: To retayne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Comelinesse in meane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is true Knowledge and Wit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not me forc'd Rage doth fit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I thereto should lacke<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Tabacco, or need Sacke,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><span class="i0">Which to the colder Braine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the true <i>Hyppocrene</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor did I euer care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For great Fooles, nor them spare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vertue, though neglected,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is not so deiected,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As vilely to descend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To low Basenesse their end;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neyther each ryming Slaue<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Deserues the Name to haue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Poet: so the Rabble<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Fooles, for the Table,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That haue their Iests by Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As an Actor his Part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might assume them Chayres<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the Muses Heyres.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Parnassus</i> is not clome<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By euery such Mome;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vp whose steep side who swerues,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">It behoues t' haue strong Nerues:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Resolution such,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How well, and not how much<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write, thus doe I fare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some few good that care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(The euill sort among)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How well to liue, and not how long.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">The Cryer</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Good Folke, for Gold or Hyre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But helpe me to a Cryer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my poore Heart is runne astray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">After two Eyes, that pass'd this way.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O yes, O yes, O yes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If there be any Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In Towne or Countrey, can<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Bring me my Heart againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ile please him for his paine;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And by these Marks I will you show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That onely I this Heart doe owe.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><span class="i4">It is a wounded Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Wherein yet sticks the Dart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Eu'ry piece sore hurt throughout it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Faith, and Troth, writ round about it:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was a tame Heart, and a deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And neuer vs'd to roame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But hauing got this Haunt, I feare<br /></span> +<span class="i4">'Twill hardly stay at home.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">For Gods sake, walking by the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If you my Heart doe see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Either impound it for a Stray,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or send it backe to me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">To His Coy Love</span></h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">A Canzonet</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I pray thee leaue, loue me no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Call home the Heart you gaue me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I but in vaine that Saint adore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That can, but will not saue me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These poore halfe Kisses kill me quite;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was euer man thus serued?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst an Ocean of Delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Pleasure to be sterued.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shew me no more those Snowie Brests,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">With Azure Riuerets branched,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where whilst mine Eye with Plentie feasts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet is my Thirst not stanched.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">Tantalvs</span>, thy Paines n'er tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By me thou art preuented;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis nothing to be plagu'd in Hell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But thus in Heauen tormented.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Clip me no more in those deare Armes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor thy Life's Comfort call me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, these are but too pow'rfull Charmes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">And doe but more inthrall me.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><span class="i0">But see, how patient I am growne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In all this coyle about thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come nice thing, let my Heart alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I cannot liue without thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">A Hymne To His Ladies Birth-Place</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Couentry, that do'st adorne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Countrey wherein I was borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet therein lyes not thy prayse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why I should crowne thy Tow'rs with Bayes:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>Couentry finely walled.</i></div> +<span class="i0">'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee weds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Ports, nor thy proud Pyrameds,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>The Shoulder-bone of a hare of mighty bignesse.</i></div> +<span class="i0">Nor thy Trophies of the Bore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that Shee which I adore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which scarce Goodnesse selfe can payre,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">First their breathing blest thy Ayre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Idea</span>, in which Name I hide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her, in my heart Deifi'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For what good, Man's mind can see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely her <span class="smcap">Ideas</span> be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She, in whom the Vertues came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Womans shape, and tooke her Name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She so farre past Imitation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As but Nature our Creation<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could not alter, she had aymed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">More then Woman to haue framed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She, whose truely written Story,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To thy poore Name shall adde more glory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then if it should haue beene thy Chance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T' haue bred our Kings that Conquer'd <i>France</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had She beene borne the former Age,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>Two famous Pilgrimages, the one in</i> Norfolk, <i>the other in</i> Kent.</div> +<span class="i0">That house had beene a Pilgrimage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And reputed more Diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then <i>Walsingham</i> or <span class="smcap">Beckets</span> Shrine.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Princesse, to whom thou do'st owe<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Thy Freedome, whose Cleere blushing snow,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">Godiua, <i>Duke</i> Leofricks <i>wife, who obtained the Freedome of the city, of her husband, by riding thorow it naked.</i></div> +<span class="i0">The enuious Sunne saw, when as she<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><span class="i0">Naked rode to make Thee free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was but her Type, as to foretell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou should'st bring forth one, should excell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Bounty, by whom thou should'st haue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More Honour, then she Freedome gaue;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>Queene</i> Elizabeth.</div> +<span class="i0">And that great Queene, which but of late<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rul'd this Land in Peace and State,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had not beene, but Heauen had sworne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">A Maide should raigne, when she was borne.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>A noted Streete in</i> Couentry.</div> +<span class="i2">Of thy Streets, which thou hold'st best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And most frequent of the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Happy <i>Mich-Parke</i> eu'ry yeere,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>His Mistresse birth-day.</i></div> +<span class="i0">On the fourth of <i>August</i> there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let thy Maides from <span class="smcap">Flora's</span> bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With their Choyce and daintiest flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Decke Thee vp, and from their store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With braue Garlands crowne that dore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The old Man passing by that way,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">To his Sonne in time shall say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was that Lady borne, which long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To after-Ages shall be sung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who vnawares being passed by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Back to that House shall cast his Eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speaking my Verses as he goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with a Sigh shut eu'ry Close.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Deare Citie, trauelling by thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When thy rising Spyres I see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Destined her place of Birth;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Yet me thinkes the very Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hallowed is, so farre as I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can thee possibly descry:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thou dwelling in this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearing some rude Hinde disgrace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Citie with some scuruy thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which some Iester forth did bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speake these Lines where thou do'st come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strike the Slaue for euer dumbe.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">To The Cambro-Britans</span> and their Harpe, his Ballad of +<span class="smcap">Agincovrt</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Faire stood the Wind for <i>France</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When we our Sayles aduance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor now to proue our chance,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Longer will tarry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But putting to the Mayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At <i>Kaux</i>, the Mouth of <i>Sene</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all his Martiall Trayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Landed King <span class="smcap">Harry</span>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And taking many a Fort,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Furnish'd in Warlike sort,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Marcheth tow'rds <i>Agincourt</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In happy howre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skirmishing day by day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With those that stop'd his way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the <i>French</i> Gen'rall lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With all his Power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which in his Hight of Pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">King <span class="smcap">Henry</span> to deride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Ransome to prouide<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i4">To the King sending.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which he neglects the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from a Nation vile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet with an angry smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Their fall portending.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And turning to his Men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth our braue <span class="smcap">Henry</span> then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though they to one be ten,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Be not amazed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet haue we well begunne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Battels so brauely wonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haue euer to the Sonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">By Fame beene raysed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><span class="i0">And, for my Selfe (quoth he),<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This my full rest shall be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>England</i> ne'r mourne for Me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor more esteeme me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Victor I will remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or on this Earth lie slaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neuer shall Shee sustaine,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i4">Losse to redeeme me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Poiters</i> and <i>Cressy</i> tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When most their Pride did swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnder our Swords they fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">No lesse our skill is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than when our Grandsire Great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clayming the Regall Seate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By many a Warlike feate,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lop'd the <i>French</i> Lillies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Duke of <i>Yorke</i> so dread,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">The eager Vaward led;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the maine, <span class="smcap">Henry</span> sped,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Among'st his Hench-men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Excester</span> had the Rere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Brauer man not there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Lord, how hot they were,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">On the false <i>French-men</i>!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They now to fight are gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Armour on Armour shone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drumme now to Drumme did grone,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i4">To heare, was wonder;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with the Cryes they make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very Earth did shake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trumpet to Trumpet spake,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thunder to Thunder.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well it thine Age became,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Noble <span class="smcap">Erpingham</span>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which didst the Signall ayme,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To our hid Forces;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><span class="i0">When from a Medow by,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Like a Storme suddenly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>English</i> Archery<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Stuck the <i>French</i> Horses,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With <i>Spanish</i> Ewgh so strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrowes a Cloth-yard long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like to Serpents stung,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Piercing the Weather;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None from his fellow starts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But playing Manly parts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like true <i>English</i> hearts,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i4">Stuck close together.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When downe their Bowes they threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And forth their Bilbowes drew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the French they flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Not one was tardie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Armes were from shoulders sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scalpes to the Teeth were rent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Downe the <i>French</i> Pesants went,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Our Men were hardie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This while our Noble King,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">His broad Sword brandishing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Downe the <i>French</i> Hoast did ding,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As to o'r-whelme it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a deepe Wound lent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Armes with Bloud besprent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a cruell Dent<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Bruised his Helmet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Gloster</span>, that Duke so good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Next of the Royall Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For famous <i>England</i> stood,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i4">With his braue Brother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Clarence</span>, in Steele so bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though but a Maiden Knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in that furious Fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Scarce such another,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span><span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Warwick</span> in Bloud did wade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Oxford</span> the Foe inuade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cruell slaughter made,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Still as they ran vp;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Svffolke</span> his Axe did ply,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Beavmont</span> and <span class="smcap">Willovghby</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bare them right doughtily,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Ferrers</span> and <span class="smcap">Fanhope</span>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vpon Saint <span class="smcap">Crispin's</span> day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fought was this Noble Fray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which Fame did not delay,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To <i>England</i> to carry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, when shall <i>English</i> Men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With such Acts fill a Pen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or <i>England</i> breed againe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i4">Such a King <span class="smcap">Harry?</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/02.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> +<h2>[from the Edition of 1606]</h2> + + +<h4><i>Ode 4</i></h4> + +<h4><i>To my worthy frend, Master John Sauage of the Inner Temple</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vppon this sinfull earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If man can happy be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And higher then his birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Frend) take him thus from me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whome promise not deceiues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he the breach should rue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor constant reason leaues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Opinion to pursue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To rayse his mean estate<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">That sooths no wanton's sinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth that preferment hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That virtue doth not winne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor brauery doth admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor doth more loue professe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To that he doth desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then that he doth possesse.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loose humor nor to please,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That neither spares nor spends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But by discretion weyes<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">What is to needfull ends.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To him deseruing not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not yeelding, nor doth hould<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is not his, doing what<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He ought not what he could.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whome the base tyrants will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soe much could neuer awe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As him for good or ill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From honesty to drawe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><span class="i0">Whose constancy doth rise<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">'Boue vndeserued spight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose valewr's to despise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That most doth him delight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That earely leaue doth take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of th' world though to his payne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For virtues onely sake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not till need constrayne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Noe man can be so free<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though in imperiall seate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Eminent as he<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">That deemeth nothing greate.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>Ode 8</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Singe wee the Rose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then which no flower there growes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is sweeter:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aptly her compare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With what in that is rare<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A parallel none meeter.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or made poses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this that incloses<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Suche blisses,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">That naturally flusheth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she blusheth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she is robd of kisses.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or if strew'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When with the morning dew'd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or stilling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or howe to sense expos'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All which in her inclos'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ech place with sweetnes filling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That most renown'd<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">By Nature richly crownd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With yellow,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><span class="i0">Of that delitious layre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as pure, her hayre<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vnto the same the fellowe,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fearing of harme<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature that flower doth arme<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The touch giues her offence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with reuerence<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">Vnto her selfe a stranger.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That redde, or white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or mixt, the sence delyte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Behoulding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her complexion<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All which perfection<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such harmony infouldinge.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That deuyded<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere it was descided<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which most pure,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Began the greeuous war<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>York</i> and <i>Lancaster</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That did many yeeres indure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Conflicts as greate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As were in all that heate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sustaine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By her, as many harts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As men on either parts<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That with her eies hath slaine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Primrose flower<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">The first of <i>Flora's</i> bower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is placed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soo is shee first as best<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though excellent the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All gracing, by none graced.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/05.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>ELEGIES VPON SVNDRY OCCASIONS</h2> + +<h3>[from the Edition of 1627]</h3> + + +<h4>Of his Ladies not Comming <i>to London</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That ten-yeares-trauell'd <i>Greeke</i> return'd from Sea<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'r ioyd so much to see his <i>Ithaca</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I should you, who are alone to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More then wide <i>Greece</i> could to that wanderer be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The winter windes still Easterly doe keepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with keene Frosts haue chained vp the deepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sunne's to vs a niggard of his Rayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But reuelleth with our <i>Antipodes</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seldome to vs when he shewes his head,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Muffled in vapours, he straight hies to bed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In those bleake mountaines can you liue where snowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maketh the vales vp to the hilles to growe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereas mens breathes doe instantly congeale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And attom'd mists turne instantly to hayle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Belike you thinke, from this more temperate cost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sighes may haue the power to thawe the frost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which I from hence should swiftly send you thither,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet not so swift, as you come slowly hither.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How many a time, hath <i>Phebe</i> from her wayne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">With <i>Phœbus</i> fires fill'd vp her hornes againe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee through her Orbe, still on her course doth range,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you keep yours still, nor for me will change.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sunne that mounted the sterne Lions back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall with the Fishes shortly diue the Brack,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But still you keepe your station, which confines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You, nor regard him trauelling the signes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those ships which when you went, put out to Sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both to our <i>Groenland</i>, and <i>Virginia</i>,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span><span class="i0">Are now return'd, and Custom'd haue their fraught,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Yet you arriue not, nor returne me ought.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Thames was not so frozen yet this yeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As is my bosome, with the chilly feare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of your not comming, which on me doth light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As on those Climes, where halfe the world is night.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of euery tedious houre you haue made two,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this long Winter here, by missing you:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Minutes are months, and when the houre is past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A yeare is ended since the Clocke strooke last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When your Remembrance puts me on the Racke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">And I should Swound to see an <i>Almanacke</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To reade what silent weekes away are slid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since the dire Fates you from my sight haue hid.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I hate him who the first Deuisor was<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this same foolish thing, the Hower-glasse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of the Watch, whose dribbling sands and Wheele,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With their slow stroakes, make mee too much to feele<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your slackenesse hither, O how I doe ban,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him that these Dialls against walles began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Snayly motion of the moouing hand,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">(Although it goe) yet seeme to me to stand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though at <i>Adam</i> it had first set out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had been stealing all this while about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when it backe to the first point should come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It shall be then iust at the generall Doome.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Seas into themselues retract their flowes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The changing Winde from euery quarter blowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Declining Winter in the Spring doth call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Starrs rise to vs, as from vs they fall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those Birdes we see, that leaue vs in the Prime,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Againe in Autumne re-salute our Clime.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sure, either Nature you from kinde hath made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or you delight else to be Retrograde.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I perceiue by your attractiue powers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like an Inchantresse you haue charm'd the bowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into short minutes, and haue drawne them back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that of vs at <i>London</i>, you doe lack<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Almost a yeare, the Spring is scarce begonne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There where you liue, and Autumne almost done.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span><span class="i0">With vs more Eastward, surely you deuise,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">By your strong Magicke, that the Sunne shall rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where now it setts, and that in some few yeares<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'l alter quite the Motion of the Spheares.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yes, and you meane, I shall complaine my loue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To grauell'd Walkes, or to a stupid Groue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now your companions; and that you the while<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(As you are cruell) will sit by and smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make me write to these, while Passers by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleightly looke in your louely face, where I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See Beauties heauen, whilst silly blockheads, they<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Like laden Asses, plod vpon their way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wonder not, as you should point a Clowne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vp to the <i>Guards</i>, or <i>Ariadnes</i> Crowne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Constellations, and his dulnesse tell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hee'd thinke your words were certainly a Spell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or him some piece from <i>Creet</i>, or <i>Marcus</i> show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all his life which till that time ne'r saw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Painting: except in Alehouse or old Hall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Done by some Druzzler, of the Prodigall.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nay doe, stay still, whilst time away shall steale<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">Your youth, and beautie, and your selfe conceale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From me I pray you, you haue now inur'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me to your absence, and I haue endur'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your want this long, whilst I haue starued bine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For your short Letters, as you helde it sinne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write to me, that to appease my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I reade ore those, you writ a yeare agoe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which are to me, as though they had bin made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long time before the first <i>Olympiad</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thankes and curt'sies sell your presence then<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">To tatling Women, and to things like men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And be more foolish then the <i>Indians</i> are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Bells, for Kniues, for Glasses, and such ware,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sell their Pearle and Gold, but here I stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I would not haue you but come away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> +<h4>To Master <span class="smcap">George Sandys</span></h4> + +<h4><i>Treasurer for the English Colony in</i> <span class="smcap">Virginia</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Friend, if you thinke my Papers may supplie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You, with some strange omitted Noueltie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which others Letters yet haue left vntould,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You take me off, before I can take hould<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of you at all; I put not thus to Sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For two monthes Voyage to <i>Virginia</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With newes which now, a little something here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But will be nothing ere it can come there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feare, as I doe Stabbing; this word, State,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">I dare not speake of the <i>Palatinate</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Although some men make it their hourely theame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And talke what's done in <i>Austria</i>, and in <i>Beame</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I may not so; what <i>Spinola</i> intends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor with his <i>Dutch</i>, which way Prince <i>Maurice</i> bends;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To other men, although these things be free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet (<span class="smcap">George</span>) they must be misteries to mee.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I scarce dare praise a vertuous friend that's dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest for my lines he should be censured;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was my hap before all other men<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">To suffer shipwrack by my forward pen:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When King <span class="smcap">Iames</span> entred; at which ioyfull time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I taught his title to this Ile in rime:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to my part did all the Muses win,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With high-pitch <i>Pæans</i> to applaud him in:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When cowardise had tyed vp euery tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all stood silent, yet for him I sung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when before by danger I was dar'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I kick'd her from me, nor a iot I spar'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet had not my cleere spirit in Fortunes scorne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Me aboue earth and her afflictions borne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He next my God on whom I built my trust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had left me troden lower then the dust:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let this passe; in the extreamest ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Apollo's</i> brood must be couragious still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let Pies, and Dawes, sit dumb before their death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely the Swan sings at the parting breath.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span><span class="i0">And (worthy <span class="smcap">George</span>) by industry and vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let's see what lines <i>Virginia</i> will produce;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goe on with <span class="smcap">Ovid</span>, as you haue begunne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">With the first fiue Bookes; let your numbers run<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glib as the former, so shall it liue long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And doe much honour to the <i>English</i> tongue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intice the Muses thither to repaire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intreat them gently, trayne them to that ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they from hence may thither hap to fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'wards the sad time which but to fast doth hie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Poesie is follow'd with such spight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By groueling drones that neuer raught her height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she must hence, she may no longer staye:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">The driery fates prefixed haue the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of her departure, which is now come on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they command her straight wayes to be gon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bestiall heard so hotly her pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to her succour, there be very few,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay none at all, her wrongs that will redresse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she must wander in the wildernesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like to the woman, which that holy <span class="smcap">Iohn</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld in <i>Pathmos</i> in his vision.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As th' <i>English</i> now, so did the stiff-neckt <i>Iewes</i>,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Their noble Prophets vtterly refuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of these men such poore opinions had;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They counted <i>Esay</i> and <i>Ezechiel</i> mad;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>Ieremy</i> his Lamentations writ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They thought the Wizard quite out of his wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such sots they were, as worthily to ly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lock't in the chaines of their captiuity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowledge hath still her Eddy in her Flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So it hath beene, and it will still be so.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That famous <i>Greece</i> where learning flourisht most,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Hath of her muses long since left to boast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' vnlettered <i>Turke</i>, and rude <i>Barbarian</i> trades,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where <span class="smcap">Homer</span> sang his lofty <i>Iliads</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this vaste volume of the world hath taught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much may to passe in little time be brought.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As if to <i>Symptoms</i> we may credit giue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This very time, wherein we two now liue,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><span class="i0">Shall in the compasse, wound the Muses more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then all the old <i>English</i> ignorance before;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Base Balatry is so belou'd and sought,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">And those braue numbers are put by for naught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which rarely read, were able to awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bodyes from graues, and to the ground to shake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wandring clouds, and to our men at armes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Gainst pikes and muskets were most powerfull charmes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, but I know, insuing ages shall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raise her againe, who now is in her fall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out of dust reduce our scattered rimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' reiected iewels of these slothfull times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who with the Muses would misspend an hower,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">But let blind Gothish Barbarisme deuoure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These feuerous Dogdays, blest by no record,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to be euerlastingly abhord.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If you vouchsafe rescription, stuffe your quill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With naturall bountyes, and impart your skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the description of the place, that I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May become learned in the soyle thereby;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of noble <i>Wyats</i> health, and let me heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gouernour; and how our people there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Increase and labour, what supplyes are sent,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">Which I confesse shall giue me much content;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you may saue your labour if you please,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write to me ought of your Sauages.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As sauage slaues be in great <i>Britaine</i> here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As any one that you can shew me there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though for this, Ile say I doe not thirst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I should like it well to be the first,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose numbers hence into <i>Virginia</i> flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So (noble <i>Sandis</i>) for this time adue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>To my noble friend Master <span class="smcap">William Browne</span>, <i>of the euill time</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Deare friend, be silent and with patience see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What this mad times Catastrophe will be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The worlds first Wisemen certainly mistooke<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span><span class="i0">Themselues, and spoke things quite beside the booke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that which they haue of said of God, vntrue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else expect strange iudgement to insue.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This Isle is a meere Bedlam, and therein,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We all lye rauing, mad in euery sinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And him the wisest most men use to call,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Who doth (alone) the maddest thing of all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He whom the master of all wisedome found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a marckt foole, and so did him propound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The time we liue in, to that passe is brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That only he a Censor now is thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that base villaine, (not an age yet gone,)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which a good man would not haue look'd vpon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now like a God, with diuine worship follow'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all his actions are accounted hollow'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This world of ours, thus runneth vpon wheeles,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Set on the head, bolt vpright with her heeles;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes me thinke of what the <i>Ethnicks</i> told<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' opinion, the Pythagorists vphold,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">Wander From body to body.</div> +<span class="i0">That the immortall soule doth transmigrate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I suppose by the strong power of fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And since that time now many a lingering yeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through fools, and beasts, and lunatiques haue past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are heere imbodyed in this age at last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though so long we from that time be gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet taste we still of that confusion.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">For certainely there's scarse one found that now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowes what t' approoue, or what to disallow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All arsey varsey, nothing is it's owne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to our prouerbe, all turnd vpside downe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To doe in time, is to doe out of season,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that speeds best, thats done the farth'st from reason,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hee 's high'st that 's low'st, hee 's surest in that 's out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hits the next way that goes farth'st about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He getteth vp vnlike to rise at all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He slips to ground as much vnlike to fall;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Which doth inforce me partly to prefer,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>Zeno.</i></div> +<span class="i0">The opinion of that mad Philosopher,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who taught, that those all-framing powers aboue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(As 'tis suppos'd) made man not out of loue<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><span class="i0">To him at all, but only as a thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make them sport with, which they vse to bring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As men doe munkeys, puppets, and such tooles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of laughter: so men are but the Gods fooles.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such are by titles lifted to the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As wherefore no man knowes, God scarcely why;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">The vertuous man depressed like a stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that dull Sot to raise himselfe vpon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who ne're thing yet worthy man durst doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neuer durst looke vpon his countrey's foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor durst attempt that action which might get<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him fame with men: or higher might him set<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the base begger (rightly if compar'd;)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Drone yet neuer braue attempt that dar'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet dares be knighted, and from thence dares grow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To any title Empire can bestow;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">For this beleeue, that Impudence is now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Cardinall vertue, and men it allow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reuerence, nay more, men study and inuent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New wayes, nay, glory to be impudent.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the clouds the Deuill lately got,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by the moisture doubting much the rot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A medicine tooke to make him purge and cast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in short time began to worke so fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he fell too 't, and from his backeside flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A rout of rascall a rude ribauld crew<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Of base Plebeians, which no sooner light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon the earth, but with a suddaine flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They spread this Ile, and as <i>Deucalion</i> once<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ouer his shoulder backe, by throwing stones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They became men, euen so these beasts became,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Owners of titles from an obscure name.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He that by riot, of a mighty rent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath his late goodly Patrimony spent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And into base and wilfull beggery run<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This man as he some glorious acte had done,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">With some great pension, or rich guift releeu'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he that hath by industry atchieu'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some noble thing, contemned and disgrac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the forlorne hope of the times is plac'd,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><span class="i0">As though that God had carelessely left all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That being hath on this terrestriall ball,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fortunes guiding, nor would haue to doe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With man, nor aught that doth belong him to,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or at the least God hauing giuen more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Power to the Deuill, then he did of yore,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">Ouer this world: the feind as he doth hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The vertuous man; maligning his estate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All noble things, and would haue by his will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be damn'd with him, vsing all his skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By his blacke hellish ministers to vexe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All worthy men, and strangely to perplexe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their constancie, there by them so to fright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they should yeeld them wholely to his might.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But of these things I vainely doe but tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where hell is heauen, and heau'n is now turn'd hell;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">Where that which lately blasphemy hath bin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now godlinesse, much lesse accounted sin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a long while I greatly meruail'd why<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Buffoons and Bawdes should hourely multiply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till that of late I construed it that they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To present thrift had got the perfect way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I concluded by their odious crimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was for vs no thriuing in these times.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As men oft laugh at little Babes, when they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hap to behold some strange thing in their play,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">To see them on the suddaine strucken sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in their fancie some strange formes they had,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which they by pointing with their fingers showe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Angry at our capacities so slowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That by their countenance we no sooner learne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see the wonder which they so discerne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the celestiall powers doe sit and smile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At innocent and vertuous men the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They stand amazed at the world ore-gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So farre beyond imagination,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">With slauish basenesse, that the silent sit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pointing like children in describing it.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then noble friend the next way to controule<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These worldly crosses, is to arme thy soule<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><span class="i0">With constant patience: and with thoughts as high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As these be lowe, and poore, winged to flye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To that exalted stand, whether yet they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are got with paine, that sit out of the way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this ignoble age, which raiseth none<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But such as thinke their black damnation<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">To be a trifle; such, so ill, that when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are aduanc'd, those few poore honest men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That yet are liuing, into search doe runne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To finde what mischiefe they haue lately done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which so preferres them; say thou he doth rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That maketh vertue his chiefe exercise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in this base world come what euer shall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hees worth lamenting, that for her doth fall.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Vpon the three Sonnes of the Lord <span class="smcap">Sheffield</span>, <i>drowned in +<span class="smcap">Hvmber</span></i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Light Sonnets hence, and to loose Louers flie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mournfull Maydens sing an Elegie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On those three <span class="smcap">Sheffields</span>, ouer-whelm'd with waues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose losse the teares of all the Muses craues;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thing so full of pitty as this was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me thinkes for nothing should not slightly passe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Treble this losse was, why should it not borrowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through this Iles treble parts, a treble sorrowe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Fate did this, to let the world to knowe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">That sorrowes which from common causes growe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are not worth mourning for, the losse to beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But of one onely sonne, 's not worth one teare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some tender-hearted man, as I, may spend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some drops (perhaps) for a deceased friend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some men (perhaps) their Wifes late death may rue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Wifes their Husbands, but such be but fewe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cares that haue vs'd the hearts of men to tuch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So oft, and deepely, will not now be such;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who'll care for loss of maintenance, or place,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Fame, liberty, or of the Princes grace;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><span class="i0">Or sutes in law, by base corruption crost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he shall finde, that this which he hath lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas, is nothing to his, which did lose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three sonnes at once so excellent as those:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, it is feard that this in time may breed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hard hearts in men to their owne naturall seed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in respect of this great losse of theirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men will scarce mourne the death of their owne heires.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through all this Ile their losse so publique is,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">That euery man doth take them to be his,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as a plague which had beginning there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So catching is, and raigning euery where,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That those the farthest off as much doe rue them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As those the most familiarly that knew them;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Children with this disaster are wext sage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like to men that strucken are in age;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Talke what it is, three children at one time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to haue drown'd, and in their very prime;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea, and doe learne to act the same so well,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">That then olde folke, they better can it tell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inuention, oft that Passion vs'd to faine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sorrowes of themselves but slight, and meane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make them seeme great, here it shall not need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that this Subiect doth so farre exceed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All forc'd Expression, that what Poesie shall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Happily thinke to grace it selfe withall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falls so belowe it, that it rather borrowes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grace from their griefe, then addeth to their sorrowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sad mischance thus in the losse of three,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">To shewe it selfe the vtmost it could bee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exacting also by the selfe same lawe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The vtmost teares that sorrowe had to drawe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All future times hath vtterly preuented<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a more losse, or more to be lamented.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whilst in faire youth they liuely flourish'd here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To their kinde Parents they were onely deere:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But being dead, now euery one doth take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them for their owne, and doe like sorrowe make:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As for their owne begot, as they pretended<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Hope in the issue, which should haue discended<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><span class="i0">From them againe; nor here doth end our sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But those of vs, that shall be borne to morrowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still shall lament them, and when time shall count,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To what vast number passed yeares shall mount,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They from their death shall duly reckon so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from the Deluge, former vs'd to doe.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O cruell <i>Humber</i> guilty of their gore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I now beleeue more then I did before<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Brittish</i> Story, whence thy name begun<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Of Kingly <i>Humber</i>, an inuading <i>Hun</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By thee deuoured, for't is likely thou<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With blood wert Christned, bloud-thirsty till now.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Ouse</i>, the <i>Done</i>, and thou farre clearer <i>Trent</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To drowne the <span class="smcap">Sheffields</span> as you gaue consent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall curse the time, that ere you were infus'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which haue your waters basely thus abus'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The groueling Boore yee hinder not to goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at his pleasure Ferry to and fro.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very best part of whose soule, and bloud,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Compared with theirs, is viler then your mud.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But wherefore paper, doe I idely spend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On those deafe waters to so little end,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vp to starry heauen doe I not looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which, as in an euerlasting booke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our ends are written; O let times rehearse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their fatall losse, in their sad Aniuerse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>To the noble Lady, the Lady I.S. <i>of worldly crosses</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Madame, to shew the smoothnesse of my vaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither that I would haue you entertaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The time in reading me, which you would spend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In faire discourse with some knowne honest friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I write not to you. Nay, and which is more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My powerfull verses striue not to restore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What time and sicknesse haue in you impair'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To other ends my Elegie is squar'd.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><span class="i2">Your beauty, sweetnesse, and your gracefull parts<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">That haue drawne many eyes, wonne many hearts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of me get little, I am so much man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That let them doe their vtmost that they can,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will resist their forces: and they be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though great to others, yet not so to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first time I beheld you, I then sawe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That (in it selfe) which had the power to drawe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My stayd affection, and thought to allowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You some deale of my heart; but you have now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Got farre into it, and you haue the skill<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">(For ought I see) to winne vpon me still.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I doe thinke how brauely you haue borne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your many crosses, as in Fortunes scorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how neglectfull you have seem'd to be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that which hath seem'd terrible to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thought you stupid, nor that you had felt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those griefes which (often) I haue scene to melt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another woman into sighes and teares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thing but seldome in your sexe and yeares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when in you I haue perceiu'd agen,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">(Noted by me, more then by other men)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How feeling and how sensible you are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of your friends sorrowes, and with how much care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You seeke to cure them, then my selfe I blame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I your patience should so much misname,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which to my vnderstanding maketh knowne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who feeles anothers griefe, can feele their owne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When straight me thinkes, I heare your patience say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are you the man that studied <i>Seneca</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Plinies</i> most learned letters; and must I<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Read you a Lecture in Philosophie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'auoid the afflictions that haue vs'd to reach you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le learne you more, Sir, then your bookes can teach you.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of all your sex, yet neuer did I knowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Any that yet so actually could showe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such rules for patience, such an easie way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That who so sees it, shall be forc'd to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loe what before seem'd hard to be discern'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is of this Lady, in an instant learn'd.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><span class="i0">It is heauens will that you should wronged be<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">By the malicious, that the world might see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Doue-like meekenesse; for had the base scumme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spawne of Fiends, beene in your slander dumbe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your vertue then had perish'd, neuer priz'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that the same you had not exercised;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you had lost the Crowne you haue, and glory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor had you beene the subiect of my Story.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst they feele Hell, being damned in their hate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their thoughts like Deuils them excruciate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which by your noble suffrings doe torment<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Them with new paines, and giues you this content<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see your soule an Innocent, hath suffred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vp to heauen before your eyes be offred:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your like we in a burning Glasse may see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the Sunnes rayes therein contracted be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bent on some obiect, which is purely white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We finde that colour doth dispierce the light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stands vntainted: but if it hath got<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some little sully; or the least small spot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then it soon fiers it; so you still remaine<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Free, because in you they can finde no staine.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God doth not loue them least, on whom he layes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The great'st afflictions; but that he will praise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Himselfe most in them, and will make them fit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Near'st to himselfe who is the Lambe to sit:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For by that touch, like perfect gold he tries them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who are not his, vntill the world denies them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your example may work such effect,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it may be the beginning of a Sect<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of patient women; and that many a day<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">All Husbands may for you their Founder pray.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor is to me your Innocence the lesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In that I see you striue not to suppresse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their barbarous malice; but your noble heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepar'd to act so difficult a part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With vnremoued constancie is still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The same it was, that of your proper ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The effect proceeds from your owne selfe the cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some iust Prince, who to establish lawes,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><span class="i0">Suffers the breach at his best lou'd to strike,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">To learne the vulgar to endure the like.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are a Martir thus, nor can you be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lesse to the world so valued by me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If as you haue begun, you still perseuer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be euer good, that I may loue you euer.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>An Elegie vpon the death of the Lady <span class="smcap">Penelope Clifton</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Must I needes write, who's hee that can refuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He wants a minde, for her that hath no Muse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Next powerfull, to those clouen tongues of fire.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since I knew ought time neuer did allowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me stuffe fit for an Elegie, till now;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>France</i> and <i>England's</i> <span class="smcap">Henries</span> dy'd, my quill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why, I know not, but it that time lay still.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis more then greatnesse that my spirit must raise,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">To obserue custome I vse not to praise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor the least thought of mine yet ere depended,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On any one from whom she was descended;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for their fauour I this way should wooe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As some poor wretched things (perhaps) may doe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I gaine the end, whereat I onely ayme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If by my freedome, I may giue her fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Walking then forth being newly vp from bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Sir (quoth one) the Lady <span class="smcap">Clifton's</span> dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, but that reason my sterne rage withstood,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">My hand had sure beene guilty of his blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If shee be so, must thy rude tongue confesse it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Quoth I) and com'st so coldly to expresse it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shouldst haue giuen a shreeke, to make me feare thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That might haue slaine what euer had beene neere thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shouldst haue com'n like Time with thy scalpe bare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in thy hands thou shouldst haue brought thy haire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Casting vpon me such a dreadfull looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As seene a spirit, or th'adst beene thunder-strooke,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><span class="i0">And gazing on me so a little space,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Thou shouldst haue shot thine eye balls in my face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then falling at my feet, thou shouldst haue said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O she is gone, and Nature with her dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With this ill newes amaz'd by chance I past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By that neere Groue, whereas both first and last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw her, not three moneths before shee di'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When (though full Summer gan to vaile her pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that I sawe men leade home ripened Corne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides aduis'd me well,) I durst haue sworne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lingring yeare, the Autumne had adiourn'd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">And the fresh Spring had beene againe return'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her delicacie, louelinesse, and grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With such a Summer brauery deckt the place:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now alas, it lookt forlorne and dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where she stood, the fading leaues were shed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Presenting onely sorrowe to my sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O God (thought I) this is her Embleme right.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sure I thinke it cannot but be thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I to her by prouidence was brought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that the Fates fore-dooming, shee should die,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Shewed me this wondrous Master peece, that I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should sing her Funerall, that the world should know it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That heauen did thinke her worthy of a Poet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hand is fatall, nor doth fortune doubt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For what it writes, not fire shall ere race out.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand silken Puppets should haue died,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in their fulsome Coffins putrified,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere in my lines, you of their names should heare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tell the world that such there euer were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose memory shall from the earth decay,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Before those Rags be worne they gaue away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I her god-like features neuer seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poore slight Report had tolde me she had beene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hansome Lady, comely, very well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so might I haue died an Infidell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As many doe which neuer did her see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or cannot credit, what she was, by mee.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nature, her selfe, that before Art prefers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To goe beyond all our Cosmographers,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><span class="i0">By Charts and Maps exactly that haue showne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">All of this earth that euer can be knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that she would beyond them all descrie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Art could not by any mortall eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Map of heauen in her rare features drue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that she did so liuely and so true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That any soule but seeing it might sweare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all was perfect heauenly that was there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If euer any Painter were so blest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To drawe that face, which so much heau'n exprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If in his best of skill he did her right,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">I wish it neuer may come in my sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I greatly doubt my faith (weake man) lest I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should to that face commit Idolatry.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Death might haue tyth'd her sex, but for this one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, haue ta'n halfe to haue let her alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as their wrinkled temples to supply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cyment them vp with sluttish <i>Mercury</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as vndrest were able to affright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A valiant man approching him by night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death might haue taken such, her end deferd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">Vntill the time she had beene climaterd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she would haue bin at threescore yeares and three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as our best at three and twenty be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With enuie then, he might haue ouerthrowne her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When age nor time had power to ceaze vpon her.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They to the same did instantly proceed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For well they knew (if she had languish'd so)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As those which hence by naturall causes goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So many prayers, and teares for her had spoken,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">As certainly their Iron lawes had broken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had wak'd heau'n, who clearely would haue show'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That change of Kingdomes to her death it ow'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that the world still of her end might thinke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It would haue let some Neighbouring mountaine sinke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or the vast Sea it in on vs to cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As <i>Seuerne</i> did about some fiue yeares past:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or some sterne Comet his curld top to reare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose length should measure halfe our Hemisphere.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><span class="i0">Holding this height, to say some will not sticke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">That now I raue, and am growne lunatique:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You of what sexe so ere you be, you lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis thou thy selfe is lunatique, not I.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I charge you in her name that now is gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That may coniure you, if you be not stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That you no harsh, nor shallow rimes decline,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon that day wherein you shall read mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as indeed are falsely termed verse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And will but sit like mothes vpon her herse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor that no child, nor chambermaide, nor page,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Disturbe the Rome, the whilst my sacred rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In reading is; but whilst you heare it read,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suppose, before you, that you see her dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The walls about you hung with mournfull blacke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nothing of her funerall to lacke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when this period giues you leaue to pause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast vp your eyes, and sigh for my applause.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Vpon the noble Lady <span class="smcap">Astons</span> <i>departure for Spaine</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">I many a time haue greatly marueil'd, why<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men say, their friends depart when as they die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How well that word, a dying, doth expresse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I did not know (I freely must confesse,)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till her departure: for whose missed sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am enforc'd this Elegy to write:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But since resistlesse fate will haue it so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she from hence must to <i>Iberia</i> goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my weak wishes can her not detaine,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">I will of heauen in policy complaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it so long her trauell should adiourne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hoping thereby to hasten her returne.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">The witches of the Northerly legions sell windes to passengers.</div> +<span class="i2">Can those of <i>Norway</i> for their wage procure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By their blacke spells a winde that shall endure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till from aboard the wished land men see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fetch the harbour, where they long to be,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><span class="i0">Can they by charmes doe this and cannot I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who am the Priest of <i>Phœbus</i>, and so hie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sit in his fauour, winne the Poets god,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">To send swift <i>Hermes</i> with his snaky rod,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To <i>Æolus</i> Caue, commanding him with care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His prosperous winds, that he for her prepare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from that howre, wherein shee takes the seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature bring on the quiet <i>Halcion</i> dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in that hower that bird begin her nest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay at that very instant, that long rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May seize on <i>Neptune</i>, who may still repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let that bird nere till that hower disclose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein she landeth, and for all that space<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Be not a wrinkle seene on <i>Thetis</i> face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely so much breath with a gentle gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As by the easy swelling of her saile,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">The nearest Harbour of <i>Spaine</i>.</div> +<span class="i0">May at *<i>Sebastians</i> safely set her downe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, with her goodnes she may blesse the towne.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If heauen in iustice would haue plagu'd by thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some Pirate, and grimme <i>Neptune</i> thou should'st be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Executioner, or what is his worse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gripple Merchant, borne to be the curse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this braue Iland; let them for her sake,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Who to thy safeguard doth her selfe betake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Escape vndrown'd, vnwrackt, nay rather let<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them be at ease in some safe harbour set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where with much profit they may vent their wealth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they haue got by villany and stealth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather great <i>Neptune</i>, then when thou dost raue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou once shouldst wet her saile but with a waue.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or if some proling Rouer shall but dare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seize the ship wherein she is to fare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the fell fishes of the Maine appeare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">And tell those Sea-thiefes, that once such they were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they are now, till they assaid to rape<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">An Ile for the abundance of wine supposed to be the habitation of <i>Bachus</i>.</div> +<span class="i0">Grape-crowned <i>Bacchus</i> in a striplings shape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That came aboard them, and would faine haue saild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To vine-spread *<i>Naxus</i> but that him they faild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which he perceiuing, them so monstrous made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And warnd them how they passengers inuade.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span><span class="i2">Ye South and Westerne winds now cease to blow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Autumne is come, there be no flowers to grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea from that place respire, to which she goes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">And to her sailes should show your selfe but foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>Boreas</i> and yee Esterne windes arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To send her soon to <i>Spaine</i>, but be precise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in your aide you seeme not still so sterne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As we a summer should no more discerne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For till that here againe, I may her see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will be winter all the yeare with mee.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>Castor</i> and <i>Polox</i> begot by <i>Ioue</i> on <i>Leda</i> in the forme of a Swanne. A constellation ominous to Mariners.</div> +<span class="i2">Ye swanne-begotten lonely brother-stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So oft auspicious to poore Mariners,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye twin-bred lights of louely <i>Leda's</i> brood,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0"><i>Ioues</i> egge-borne issue smile vpon the flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in your mild'st aspect doe ye appeare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be her warrant from all future feare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if thou ship that bear'st her, doe proue good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May neuer time by wormes, consume thy wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor rust thy iron, may thy tacklings last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they for reliques be in temples plac't;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maist thou be ranged with that mighty Arke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein iust <i>Noah</i> did all the world imbarque,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that which after <i>Troyes</i> so famous wracke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">From ten yeares trauell brought <i>Vlisses</i> backe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Argo which to <i>Colchos</i> went from <i>Greece</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in her botome brought the goulden fleece<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnder braue <i>Iason</i>; or that same of <i>Drake</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein he did his famous voyage make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About the world; or <i>Candishes</i> that went<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As far as his, about the Continent.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yee milde winds that now I doe implore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not once to raise the least sand on the shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor once on forfait of your selues respire:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">When once the time is come of her retire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If then it please you, but to doe your due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What for these windes I did, Ile doe for you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile wooe you then, and if that not suffice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My pen shall prooue you to haue dietyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile sing your loues in verses that shall flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell the storyes of your weale and woe,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><span class="i0">Ile prooue what profit to the earth you bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how t'is you that welcome in the spring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile raise vp altars to you, as to show,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">The time shall be kept holy, when you blow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O blessed winds! your will that it may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To send health to her, and her home to me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>To my most dearely-loued friend <span class="smcap">Henery Reynolds</span> Esquire, of +<i>Poets & Poesie</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">My dearely loued friend how oft haue we,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In winter evenings (meaning to be free,)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To some well-chosen place vs'd to retire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there with moderate meate, and wine, and fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haue past the howres contentedly with chat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now talk of this, and then discours'd of that,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spoke our owne verses 'twixt our selves, if not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Other mens lines, which we by chance had got,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or some Stage pieces famous long before,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Of which your happy memory had store;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I remember you much pleased were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of those who liued long agoe to heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As well as of those, of these latter times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who have inricht our language with their rimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in succession, how still vp they grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which is the subiect, that I now pursue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For from my cradle, (you must know that) I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was still inclin'd to noble Poesie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when that once <i>Pueriles</i> I had read,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">And newly had my <i>Cato</i> construed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my small selfe I greatly marueil'd then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amonst all other, what strange kinde of men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Poets were; And pleased with the name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my milde Tutor merrily I came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(For I was then a proper goodly page,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much like a Pigmy, scarse ten yeares of age)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clasping my slender armes about his thigh.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O my deare master! cannot you (quoth I)<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><span class="i0">Make me a Poet, doe it if you can,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">And you shall see, Ile quickly bee a man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who me thus answered smiling, boy quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you'le not play the wag, but I may see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You ply your learning, I will shortly read<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some Poets to you; <i>Phœbus</i> be my speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too't hard went I, when shortly he began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And first read to me honest <i>Mantuan</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then <i>Virgils Eglogues</i>, being entred thus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me thought I straight had mounted <i>Pegasus</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in his full Careere could make him stop,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">And bound vpon <i>Parnassus'</i> by-clift top.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I scornd your ballet then though it were done<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had for Finis, <i>William Elderton</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But soft, in sporting with this childish iest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I from my subiect haue too long digrest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the matter that we tooke in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ioue</i> and <i>Apollo</i> for the <i>Muses</i> stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then noble <i>Chaucer</i>, in those former times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first inrich'd our <i>English</i> with his rimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And was the first of ours, that euer brake,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Into the <i>Muses</i> treasure, and first spake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In weighty numbers, deluing in the Mine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of perfect knowledge, which he could refine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And coyne for currant, and as much as then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>English</i> language could expresse to men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He made it doe; and by his wondrous skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaue vs much light from his abundant quill.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And honest <i>Gower</i>, who in respect of him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had only sipt at <i>Aganippas</i> brimme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though in yeares this last was him before,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Yet fell he far short of the others store.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When after those, foure ages very neare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They with the <i>Muses</i> which conuersed, were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Princely <i>Surrey</i>, early in the time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Eight <i>Henry</i>, who was then the prime<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>Englands</i> noble youth; with him there came<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Wyat</i>; with reuerence whom we still doe name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst our Poets, <i>Brian</i> had a share<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the two former, which accompted are<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><span class="i0">That times best makers, and the authors were<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Of those small poems, which the title beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of songs and sonnets, wherein oft they hit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On many dainty passages of wit.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Gascoine</i> and <i>Churchyard</i> after them againe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the beginning of <i>Eliza's</i> raine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accoumpted were great Meterers many a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not inspired with braue fier, had they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Liu'd but a little longer, they had seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their works before them to have buried beene.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Graue morrall <i>Spencer</i> after these came on<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Then whom I am perswaded there was none<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since the blind <i>Bard</i> his <i>Iliads</i> vp did make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fitter a taske like that to vndertake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To set downe boldly, brauely to inuent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all high knowledge, surely excellent.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The noble <i>Sidney</i> with this last arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>Heroe</i> for numbers, and for Prose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That throughly pac'd our language as to show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The plenteous <i>English</i> hand in hand might goe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With <i>Greek</i> or <i>Latine</i>, and did first reduce<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">Our tongue from <i>Lillies</i> writing then in vse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Talking of Stones, Stars, Plants, of fishes, Flyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Playing with words, and idle Similies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As th' <i>English</i>, Apes and very Zanies be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of euery thing, that they doe heare and see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So imitating his ridiculous tricks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They spake and writ, all like meere lunatiques.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then <i>Warner</i> though his lines were not so trim'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet his Poem so exactly lim'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And neatly ioynted, but the Criticke may<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">Easily reprooue him, yet thus let me say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my old friend, some passages there be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In him, which I protest haue taken me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With almost wonder, so fine, cleere, and new<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As yet they haue bin equalled by few.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Neat <i>Marlow</i> bathed in the <i>Thespian</i> springs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had in him those braue translunary things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the first Poets had, his raptures were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All ayre, and fire, which made his verses cleere,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><span class="i0">For that fine madnes still he did retaine,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">Which rightly should possesse a Poets braine.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And surely <i>Nashe</i>, though he a Proser were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A branch of Lawrell yet deserues to beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharply <i>Satirick</i> was he, and that way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He went, since that his being, to this day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Few haue attempted, and I surely thinke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those wordes shall hardly be set downe with inke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall scorch and blast, so as his could, where he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would inflict vengeance, and be it said of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Shakespeare</i>, thou hadst as smooth a Comicke vaine,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Fitting the socke, and in thy naturall braine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As strong conception, and as Cleere a rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As any one that trafiqu'd with the stage.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amongst these <i>Samuel Daniel</i>, whom if I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May spake of, but to sensure doe denie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onely haue heard some wisemen him rehearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be too much <i>Historian</i> in verse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His rimes were smooth, his meeters well did close<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But yet his maner better fitted prose:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Next these, learn'd <i>Johnson</i>, in this List I bring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">Who had drunke deepe of the <i>Pierian</i> spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose knowledge did him worthily prefer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And long was Lord here of the Theater,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who in opinion made our learn'st to sticke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether in Poems rightly dramatique,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong <i>Seneca</i> or <i>Plautus</i>, he or they,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should beare the Buskin, or the Socke away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Others againe here liued in my dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That haue of vs deserued no lesse praise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For their translations, then the daintiest wit<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">That on <i>Parnassus</i> thinks, he highst doth sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for a chaire may mongst the Muses call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the most curious maker of them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As reuerent <i>Chapman</i>, who hath brought to vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Musæus</i>, <i>Homer</i> and <i>Hesiodus</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of the Greeke; and by his skill hath reard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them to that height, and to our tongue endear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That were those Poets at this day aliue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see their bookes thus with vs to suruiue,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><span class="i0">They would think, hauing neglected them so long,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">They had bin written in the <i>English</i> tongue.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And <i>Siluester</i> who from the <i>French</i> more weake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made <i>Bartas</i> of his sixe dayes labour speake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In naturall <i>English</i>, who, had he there stayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had done well, and neuer had bewraid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His owne inuention, to haue bin so poore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who still wrote lesse, in striuing to write more.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then dainty <i>Sands</i> that hath to <i>English</i> done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smooth sliding <i>Ouid</i>, and hath made him run<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With so much sweetnesse and vnusuall grace,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0">As though the neatnesse of the <i>English</i> pace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should tell the Ietting <i>Lattine</i> that it came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But slowly after, as though stiff and lame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So <i>Scotland</i> sent vs hither, for our owne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That man, whose name I euer would haue knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To stand by mine, that most ingenious knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My <i>Alexander</i>, to whom in his right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I want extreamely, yet in speaking thus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I doe but shew the loue, that was twixt vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not his numbers which were braue and hie,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0">So like his mind, was his clear Poesie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my deare <i>Drummond</i> to whom much I owe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For his much loue, and proud I was to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His poesie, for which two worthy men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I <i>Menstry</i> still shall loue, and <i>Hauthorne-den</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the two <i>Beamounts</i> and my <i>Browne</i> arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My deare companions whom I freely chose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My bosome friends; and in their seuerall wayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rightly borne Poets, and in these last dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men of much note, and no lesse nobler parts,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i0">Such as haue freely tould to me their hearts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I have mine to them; but if you shall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say in your knowledge, that these be not all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haue writ in numbers, be inform'd that I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only my selfe, to these few men doe tye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose works oft printed, set on euery post,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To publique censure subiect haue bin most;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For such whose poems, be they nere so rare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In priuate chambers, that incloistered are,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><span class="i0">And by transcription daintyly must goe;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0">As though the world vnworthy were to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their rich composures, let those men that keepe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These wonderous reliques in their iudgement deepe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cry them vp so, let such Peeces bee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spoke of by those that shall come after me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I passe not for them: nor doe meane to run,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In quest of these, that them applause haue wonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon our Stages in these latter dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are so many, let them haue their bayes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That doe deserue it; let those wits that haunt<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i0">Those publique circuits, let them freely chaunt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their fine Composures, and their praise pursue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so my deare friend, for this time adue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Vpon the death of his incomparable <i>friend Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Henry Raynsford</span> +<i>of</i> <span class="smcap">Clifford</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Could there be words found to expresse my losse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were some hope, that this my heauy crosse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might be sustained, and that wretched I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might once finde comfort: but to haue him die<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Past all degrees that was so deare to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As but comparing him with others, hee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was such a thing, as if some Power should say<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le take Man on me, to shew men the way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What a friend should be. But words come so short<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Of him, that when I thus would him report,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am vndone, and hauing nought to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mad at my selfe, I throwe my penne away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beate my breast, that there should be a woe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So high, that words cannot attaine thereto.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'is strange that I from my abundant breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who others sorrowes haue so well exprest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I by this in little time am growne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So poore, that I want to expresse mine owne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thinke the Fates perceiuing me to beare<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">My worldly crosses without wit or feare:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><span class="i0">Nay, with what scorne I euer haue derided,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those plagues that for me they haue oft prouided,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drew them to counsaile; nay, conspired rather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in this businesse laid their heads together<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To finde some one plague, that might me subuert,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at an instant breake my stubborne heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They did indeede, and onely to this end<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They tooke from me this more then man, or friend.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hard-hearted Fates, your worst thus haue you done,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Then let vs see what lastly you haue wonne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this your rigour, in a course so strict,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why see, I beare all that you can inflict:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hee from heauen your poore reuenge to view;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laments my losse of him, but laughes at you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst I against you execrations breath;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus are you scorn'd aboue, and curst beneath.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Me thinks that man (vnhappy though he be)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is now thrice happy in respect of me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath no friend; for that in hauing none<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">He is not stirr'd as I am, to bemone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My miserable losse, who but in vaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May euer looke to find the like againe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This more then mine own selfe; that who had seene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His care of me where euer I had beene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had not knowne his actiue spirit before,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon some braue thing working euermore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would haue sworne that to no other end<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had been borne: but onely for my friend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had been happy if nice Nature had<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">(Since now my lucke falls out to be so bad)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made me vnperfect, either of so soft<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yeelding temper, that lamenting oft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I into teares my mournefull selfe might melt;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else so dull, my losse not to haue felt.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haue by my too deare experience bought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fooles and mad men, whom I euer thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The most vnhappy, are in deede not so:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore I lesse pittie can bestowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Since that my sence, my sorrowe so can sound)<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">On those in Bedlam that are bound,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><span class="i0">And scarce feele scourging; and when as I meete<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A foole by Children followed in the Streete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thinke I (poor wretch) thou from my griefe art free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor couldst thou feele it, should it light on thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that I am a <i>Christian</i>, and am taught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By him who with his precious bloud me bought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meekly like him my crosses to endure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else would they please me well, that for their cure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When as they feele their conscience doth them brand,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Vpon themselues dare lay a violent hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not suffering Fortune with her murdering knife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stand like a Surgeon working on the life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deserting this part, that ioynt off to cut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shewing that Artire, ripping then that gut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst the dull beastly World with her squint eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is to behold the strange Anatomie.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am persuaded that those which we read<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be man-haters, were not so indeed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Athenian <i>Timon</i>, and beside him more<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Of which the <i>Latines</i>, as the <i>Greekes</i> haue store;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor not did they all humane manners hate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet maligne mans dignity and state.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But finding our fraile life how euery day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It like a bubble vanisheth away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For this condition did mankinde detest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farre more incertaine then that of the beast.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sure heauen doth hate this world and deadly too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else as it hath done it would neuer doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if it did not, it would ne're permit<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">A man of so much vertue, knowledge, wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of naturall goodnesse, supernaturall grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose courses when considerately I trace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into their ends, and diligently looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They serue me for Oeconomike booke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By which this rough world I not onely stemme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In goodnesse but grow learn'd by reading them.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O pardon me, it my much sorrow is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes me vse this long Parenthesis;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had heauen this world not hated as I say,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">In height of life it had not, tane away<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><span class="i0">A spirit so braue, so actiue, and so free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That such a one who would not wish to bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather then weare a Crowne, by Armes though got,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So fast a friend, so true a Patriot.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In things concerning both the worlds so wise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides so liberall of his faculties,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That where he would his industrie bestowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would haue done, e're one could think to doe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more talke of the working of the Starres,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">For plenty, scarcenesse, or for peace, or Warres:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are impostures, therefore get you hence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all your Planets, and their influence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more doe I care into them to looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then in some idle Chiromantick booke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shewing the line of life, and <i>Venus</i> mount,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet no more would I of them account,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then what that tells me, since what that so ere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might promise man long life: of care and feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By nature freed, a conscience cleare, and quiet,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">His health, his constitution, and his diet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Counting a hundred, fourscore at the least,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Propt vp by prayers, yet more to be encreast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All these should faile, and in his fiftieth yeare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He should expire, henceforth let none be deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To me at all, lest for my haplesse sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before their time heauen from the world them take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaue me wretched to lament their ends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I doe his, who was a thousand friends.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Vpon the death of the Lady <span class="smcap">Olive Stanhope</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Canst thou depart and be forgotten so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Stanhope</span> thou canst not, no deare <span class="smcap">Stanhope</span>, no:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in despight of death the world shall see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Muse which so much graced was by thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can black Obliuion vtterly out-braue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set thee vp aboue thy silent Graue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I meruail'd much the <i>Derbian</i> Nimphes were dumbe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or of those Muses, what should be become,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That of all those, the mountaines there among,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Not one this while thy <i>Epicedium</i>sung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But so it is, when they of thee were reft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They all those hills, and all those Riuers left,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sullen growne, their former seates remoue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both from cleare <i>Darwin</i>, and from siluer <i>Doue</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for thy losse, they greeued are so sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they haue vow'd they will come there no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But leaue thy losse to me, that I should rue thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnhappy man, and yet I neuer knew thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me thou didst loue vnseene, so did I thee,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">It was our spirits that lou'd then and not wee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore without profanenesse I may call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The loue betwixt vs, loue spirituall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that which thou affectedst was so true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As that thereby thee perfectly I knew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now that spirit, which thou so lou'dst, still mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall offer this a Sacrifice to thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And reare this Trophe, which for thee shall last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When this most beastly Iron age is past;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am perswaded, whilst we two haue slept,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Our soules haue met, and to each other wept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That destenie so strongly should forbid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our bodies to conuerse as oft they did:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For certainly refined spirits doe know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As doe the Angels, and doe here belowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take the fruition of that endlesse blisse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As those aboue doe, and what each one is.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They see diuinely, and as those there doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They know each others wills, so soules can too.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">About that dismall time, thy spirit hence flew,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Mine much was troubled, but why, I not knew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dull and sleepy sounds, it often left me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As of it selfe it ment to haue bereft me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I asked it what the cause was, of such woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or what it might be, that might vexe it so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it was deafe, nor my demand would here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when that ill newes came, to touch mine eare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I straightwayes found this watchfull sperit of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Troubled had bin to take it leaue of thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For when fate found, what nature late had done,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">How much from heauen, she for the earth had won<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By thy deare birth; said, that it could not be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In so yong yeares, what it perceiu'd in thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But nature sure, had fram'd thee long before;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as Rich Misers of their mighty store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keepe the most precious longst, so from times past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She onely had reserued thee till the last;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So did thy wisedome, not thy youth behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tooke thee hence, in thinking thou wast old.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy shape and beauty often haue to me<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Bin highly praysed, which I thought might be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Truely reported, for a spirit so braue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which heauen to thee so bountifully gaue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature could not in recompence againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In some rich lodging but to entertaine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let not the world report then, that the Peake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is but a rude place only vast and bleake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nothing hath to boast of but her Lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she can say that happily she bred<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee, and when she shall of her wonders tell<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Wherein she doth all other Tracts excell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let her account thee greatst, and still to time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the rest, accord thee for the prime.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>To Master <span class="smcap">William Ieffreys</span>, Chaplaine to the Lord Ambassa<i>dour +in Spaine</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">My noble friend, you challenge me to write<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To you in verse, and often you recite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My promise to you, and to send you newes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As 'tis a thing I very seldome vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I must write of State, if to <i>Madrid</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thing our Proclamations here forbid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that word State such Latitude doth beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As it may make me very well to feare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write, nay speake at all, these let you know<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Your power on me, yet not that I will showe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The loue I beare you, in that lofty height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So cleere expression, or such words of weight,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><span class="i0">As into <i>Spanish</i> if they were translated,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might make the Poets of that Realme amated;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet these my least were, but that you extort<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These numbers from me, when I should report<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In home-spunne prose, in good plaine honest words<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The newes our wofull <i>England</i> vs affords.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Muses here sit sad, and mute the while<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">A sort of swine vnseasonably defile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those sacred springs, which from the by-clift hill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dropt their pure <i>Nectar</i> into euery quill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this with State, I hope I doe not deale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This onely tends the Muses common-weale.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What canst thou hope, or looke for from his pen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who liues with beasts, though in the shapes of men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what a poore few are we honest still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dare to be so, when all the world is ill.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I finde this age of our markt with this Fate,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">That honest men are still precipitate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnder base villaines, which till th' earth can vent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This her last brood, and wholly hath them spent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be so, then in reuolution shall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vertue againe arise by vices fall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that shall I not see, neither will I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maintaine this, as one doth a Prophesie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That our King <i>Iames</i> to <i>Rome</i> shall surely goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from his chaire the <i>Pope</i> shall ouerthrow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But O this world is so giuen vp to hell,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">That as the old Giants, which did once rebell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the Gods, so this now-liuing race<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dare sin, yet stand, and Ieere heauen in the face.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But soft my Muse, and make a little stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surely thou art not rightly in thy way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my good <i>Ieffrayes</i> was not I about<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To write, and see, I suddainely am out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is pure <i>Satire</i>, that thou speak'st, and I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was first in hand to write an Elegie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tell my countreys shame I not delight.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">But doe bemoane 't I am no <i>Democrite</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O God, though Vertue mightily doe grieue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all this world, yet will I not beleeue<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><span class="i0">But that shees faire and louely, and that she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So to the period of the world shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else had she beene forsaken (sure) of all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that so many sundry mischiefes fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon her dayly, and so many take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Armes vp against her, as it well might make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her to forsake her nature, and behind,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">To leaue no step for future time to find,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she had neuer beene, for he that now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can doe her most disgrace, him they alow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The times chiefe Champion, and he is the man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The prize, and Palme that absolutely wanne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For where Kings Clossets her free seat hath bin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She neere the Lodge, not suffered is to Inne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ignorance against her stands in state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some great porter at a Pallace gate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So dull and barbarous lately are we growne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">And there are some this slauery that haue sowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for mans knowledge it enough doth make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If he can learne, to read an Almanacke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom that trash of <i>Amadis de Gaule</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is held an author most authenticall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And things we haue like Noblemen that be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In little time, which I haue hope to see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon their foot-clothes, as the streets they ride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To haue their hornebookes at their girdles ti'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all their superfluity of spite<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">On vertues hand-maid Poesy doth light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to extirpe her all their plots they lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to her ruine they shall misse the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For his alone the Monuments of wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aboue the rage of Tyrants that doe sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from their strength, not one himselfe can saue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they shall tryumph o'r his hated graue.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In my conceipt, friend, thou didst neuer see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A righter Madman then thou hast of me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now as <i>Elegiack</i> I bewaile<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">These poor base times; then suddainely I raile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And am <i>Satirick</i>, not that I inforce<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My selfe to be so, but euen as remorse,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><span class="i0">Or hate, in the proud fulnesse of their hight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Master my fancy, iust so doe I write.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But gentle friend as soone shall I behold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That stone of which so many haue vs tould,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Yet neuer any to this day could make)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The great <i>Elixar</i> or to vndertake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Rose-crosse</i> knowledge which is much like that<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">A Tarrying-iron for fooles to labour at,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As euer after I may hope to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(A plague vpon this beastly world for me,)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wit so respected as it was of yore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if hereafter any it restore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It must be those that yet for many a yeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be vnborne that must inhabit here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And such in vertue as shall be asham'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Almost to heare their ignorant Grandsires nam'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With whom so many noble spirits then liu'd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">That were by them of all reward depriu'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My noble friend, I would I might haue quit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This age of these, and that I might haue writ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before all other, how much the braue pen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had here bin honoured of the <i>English</i> men;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goodnesse and knowledge, held by them in prise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How hatefull to them Ignorance and vice;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it falls out the contrary is true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so my <i>Ieffreyes</i> for this time adue.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Vpon the death of Mistris <span class="smcap">Elianor Fallowfield</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Accursed Death, what neede was there at all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of thee, or who to councell thee did call;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The subiect whereupon these lines I spend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thee was most vnfit, her timelesse end<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too soone thou wroughtst, too neere her thou didst stand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shouldst haue lent thy leane and meager hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those who oft the help thereof beseech,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And can be cured by no other Leech.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In this wide world how many thousands be,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">That hauing past fourescore, doe call for thee.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><span class="i0">The wretched debtor in the Iayle that lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet cannot this his Creditor suffice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth woe thee oft with many a sigh and teare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet thou art coy, and him thou wilt not heare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Captiue slaue that tuggeth at the Oares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vnderneath the Bulls tough sinewes rores,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Begs at thy hand, in lieu of all his paines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou wouldst but release him of his chaines;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet thou a niggard listenest not thereto,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">With one short gaspe which thou mightst easily do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thou couldst come to her ere there was neede,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euen at once destroy both flower and seede.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But cruell Death if thou so barbarous be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those so goodly, and so young as shee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in their teeming thou wilt shew thy spight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Either from marriage thou wilt Maides affright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in their wedlock, Widowes liues to chuse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Husbands bed, and vtterly refuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearing conception; so shalt thou thereby<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Extirpate mankinde by thy cruelty.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If after direfull Tragedy thou thirst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extinguish <i>Himens</i> Torches at the first;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Build Funerall pyles, and the sad pauement strewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With mournfull Cypresse, and the pale-leau'd Yewe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Away with Roses, Myrtle, and with Bayes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ensignes of mirth, and iollity, as these;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neuer at Nuptials vsed be againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But from the Church the new Bride entertaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With weeping <i>Nenias</i>, euer and among,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">As at departings be sad <i>Requiems</i> song.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Lucina</i> by th' olde Poets that wert sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Women in Childe-birth euermore to ayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because thine Altars, long haue layne neglected:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor as they should, thy holy fiers reflected<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon thy Temples, therefore thou doest flye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wilt not helpe them in necessitie.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thinking vpon thee, I doe often muse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether for thy deare sake I should accuse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature or Fortune, Fortune then I blame,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">And doe impute it as her greatest shame,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span><span class="i0">To hast thy timelesse end, and soone agen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I vexe at Nature, nay I curse her then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That at the time of need she was no stronger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we by her might haue enioy'd thee longer.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But whilst of these I with my selfe debate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I call to minde how flinty-hearted Fate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seaseth the olde, the young, the faire, the foule,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No thing on earth can Destinie controule:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But yet that Fate which hath of life bereft thee,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Still to eternall memory hath left thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which thou enioy'st by the deserued breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That many a great one hath not after death.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/02.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/06.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>NIMPHIDIA</h2> + + +<h4>THE COVRT OF FAYRIE</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Olde <span class="smcap">Chavcer</span> doth of <i>Topas</i> tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mad <span class="smcap">Rablais</span> of Pantagruell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A latter third of <i>Dowsabell</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With such poore trifles playing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Others the like haue laboured at<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some of this thing, and some of that,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many of they know not what,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But that they must be saying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Another sort there bee, that will<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Be talking of the Fayries still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor neuer can they have their fill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they were wedded to them;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Tales of them their thirst can slake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So much delight therein they take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And some strange thing they fame would make,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Knew they the way to doe them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then since no Muse hath bin so bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or of the Later, or the ould,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those Eluish secrets to vnfold,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">Which lye from others reading,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My actiue Muse to light shall bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The court of that proud Fayry King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell there, of the Reuelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ioue</i> prosper my proceeding.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thou <span class="smcap">Nimphidia</span> gentle F<i>ay</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which meeting me vpon the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These secrets didst to me bewray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which now I am in telling:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><span class="i0">My pretty light fantastick mayde,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">I here inuoke thee to my ayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I may speake what thou hast sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In numbers smoothly swelling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Pallace standeth in the Ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Nigromancie placed there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it no Tempests needs to feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which way so ere it blow it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And somewhat Southward tow'rd the Noone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence lyes a way vp to the Moone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thence the <i>Fayrie</i> can as soone<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">Passe to the earth below it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Walls of Spiders legs are made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well mortized and finely layd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was the master of his Trade<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It curiously that builded:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Windowes of the eyes of Cats,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the Roofe, instead of Slats,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is couer'd with the skinns of Batts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With Mooneshine that are guilded.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hence <i>Oberon</i> him sport to make,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">(Their rest when weary mortalls take)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And none but onely <i>Fayries</i> wake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Desendeth for his pleasure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Mab</i> his meerry Queene by night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bestrids young Folks that lye vpright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(In elder Times the <i>Mare</i> that hight)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which plagues them out of measure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hence Shaddowes, seeming Idle shapes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of little frisking Elues and Apes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Earth doe make their wanton skapes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">As hope of pastime hasts them:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which maydes think on the Hearth they see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Fyers well nere consumed be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their daunsing Hayes by two and three,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Iust as their Fancy casts them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><span class="i0">These make our Girles their sluttery rue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By pinching them both blacke and blew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And put a penny in their shue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The house for cleanely sweeping:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in their courses make that Round,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">In Meadowes, and in Marshes found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of them so call'd the <i>Fayrie</i> ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of which they haue the keeping.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus when a Childe haps to be gott,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which after prooues an Ideott,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Folke perceiue it thriueth not,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fault therein to smother:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some silly doting brainlesse Calfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That vnderstands things by the halfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say that the <i>Fayrie</i> left this Aulfe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i2">And tooke away the other.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But listen and I shall you tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A chance in <i>Fayrie</i> that befell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which certainly may please some well;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Loue and Armes delighting:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>Oberon</i> that Iealous grewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of one of his owne <i>Fayrie</i> crue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too well (he fear'd) his Queene that knew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His loue but ill requiting.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pigwiggen</i> was this <i>Fayrie</i> knight,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">One wondrous gratious in the sight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of faire Queene <i>Mab</i>, which day and night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He amorously obserued;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made king <i>Oberon</i> suspect,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Seruice tooke too good effect,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His saucinesse, and often checkt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And could have wisht him starued.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pigwiggen</i> gladly would commend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some token to queene <i>Mab</i> to send,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Sea, or Land, him ought could lend,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i2">Were worthy of her wearing:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><span class="i0">At length this Louer doth deuise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Bracelett made of Emmotts eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thing he thought that shee would prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No whitt her state impayring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And to the Queene a Letter writes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which he most curiously endites,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coniuring her by all the rites<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of loue, she would be pleased,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To meete him her true Seruant, where<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">They might without suspect or feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Themselues to one another cleare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And haue their poore hearts eased.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At mid-night the appointed hower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the Queene a fitting bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Quoth he) is that faire Cowslip flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On <i>Hipcut</i> hill that groweth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all your Trayne there's not a <i>Fay</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euer went to gather May,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she hath made it in her way,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i2">The tallest there that groweth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When by <i>Tom Thum</i> a Fayrie Page,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sent it, and doth him engage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By promise of a mighty wage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It secretly to carrie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which done, the Queene her maydes doth call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bids them to be ready all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She would goe see her Summer Hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She could no longer tarrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her Chariot ready straight is made,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">Each thing therein is fitting layde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she by nothing might be stayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For naught must be her letting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Foure nimble Gnats the Horses were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Harnasses of Gossamere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flye Cranion her Chariottere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vpon the Coach-box getting.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><span class="i0">Her Chariot of a Snayles fine shell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which for the colours did excell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The faire Queene <i>Mab</i>, becomming well,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i2">So liuely was the limming:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The seate the soft wooll of the Bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The couer, (gallantly to see)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wing of a pyde Butterflee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I trowe t'was simple trimming.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wheeles compos'd of Crickets bones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And daintily made for the nonce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For feare of ratling on the stones,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With Thistle-downe they shod it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all her Maydens much did feare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">If <i>Oberon</i> had chanc'd to heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>Mab</i> his Queene should haue bin there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He would not haue aboad it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She mounts her Chariot with a trice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor would she stay for no advice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill her Maydes that were so nice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wayte on her were fitted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ranne her selfe away alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when they heard there was not one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But hasted after to be gone,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i2">As she had beene diswitted.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Hop</i>, and <i>Mop</i>, and <i>Drop</i> so cleare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pip</i>, and <i>Trip</i>, and <i>Skip</i> that were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To <i>Mab</i> their Soueraigne euer deare:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her speciall Maydes of Honour;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fib</i>, and <i>Tib</i>, and <i>Pinck</i>, and <i>Pin</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tick</i>, and <i>Quick</i>, and <i>Iill</i>, and <i>Iin</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tit</i>, and <i>Nit</i>, and <i>Wap</i>, and <i>Win</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Trayne that wayte vpon her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vpon a Grashopper they got,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0">And what with Amble, and with Trot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For hedge nor ditch they spared not,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But after her they hie them.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><span class="i0">A Cobweb ouer them they throw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shield the winde if it should blowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Themselues they wisely could bestowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lest any should espie them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But let vs leaue Queene <i>Mab</i> a while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through many a gate, o'r many a stile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That now had gotten by this wile,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i2">Her deare <i>Pigwiggin</i> kissing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell how <i>Oberon</i> doth fare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who grew as mad as any Hare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he had sought each place with care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And found his Queene was missing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By grisly <i>Pluto</i> he doth sweare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He rent his cloths, and tore his haire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as he runneth, here and there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An Acorne cup he greeteth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which soone he taketh by the stalke<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0">About his head he lets it walke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor doth he any creature balke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But lays on all he meeteth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The <i>Thuskan</i> Poet doth aduance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The franticke <i>Paladine</i> of France,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And those more ancient doe inhaunce,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Alcides</i> in his fury.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And others <i>Aiax Telamon</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to this time there hath bin non,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Bedlam as our <i>Oberon</i>,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i2">Of which I dare assure you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And first encountring with a waspe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He in his armes the Fly doth claspe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though his breath he forth would graspe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Him for Pigwiggen taking:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where is my wife thou Rogue, quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pigwiggen</i>, she is come to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restore her, or thou dy'st by me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whereat the poore waspe quaking,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><span class="i0">Cryes, <i>Oberon</i>, great <i>Fayrie</i> King,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i0">Content thee I am no such thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am a Waspe behold my sting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At which the <i>Fayrie</i> started:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When soone away the Waspe doth goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poore wretch was neuer frighted so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He thought his wings were much to slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'rioyd, they so were parted.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He next vpon a Glow-worme light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(You must suppose it now was night),<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which for her hinder part was bright,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i2">He tooke to be a Deuill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And furiously doth her assaile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For carrying fier in her taile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He thrasht her rough coat with his flayle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The mad King fear'd no euill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O quoth the <i>Gloworme</i> hold thy hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou puisant King of <i>Fayrie</i> land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy mighty stroaks who may withstand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hould, or of life despaire I:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Together then her selfe doth roule,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i0">And tumbling downe into a hole,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She seem'd as black as any Cole,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which vext away the <i>Fayrie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From thence he ran into a Hiue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the Bees he letteth driue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And downe their Coombes begins to riue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All likely to haue spoyled:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which with their Waxe his face besmeard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with their Honey daub'd his Beard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It would haue made a man afeard,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i2">To see how he was moyled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A new Aduenture him betides,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He mett an Ant, which he bestrides,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And post thereon away he rides,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which with his haste doth stumble;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><span class="i0">And came full ouer on her snowte,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her heels so threw the dirt about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she by no meanes could get out,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But ouer him doth tumble.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And being in this piteous case,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i0">And all be-slurried head and face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On runs he in this Wild-goose chase<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As here, and there, he rambles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Halfe blinde, against a molehill hit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for a Mountaine taking it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all he was out of his wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet to the top he scrambles.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And being gotten to the top,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet there himselfe he could not stop,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But downe on th' other side doth chop,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>260</span><span class="i2">And to the foot came rumbling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that the Grubs therein that bred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearing such turmoyle ouer head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought surely they had all bin dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So fearefull was the Iumbling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And falling downe into a Lake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which him vp to the neck doth take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His fury somewhat it doth slake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He calleth for a Ferry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where you may some recouery note,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>270</span><span class="i0">What was his Club he made his Boate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in his Oaken Cup doth float,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As safe as in a Wherry.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Men talke of the Aduentures strange,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>Don Quishott</i>, and of their change<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through which he Armed oft did range,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of <i>Sancha Panchas</i> trauell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But should a man tell euery thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Done by this franticke <i>Fayrie</i> king.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And them in lofty numbers sing<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>280</span><span class="i2">It well his wits might grauell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><span class="i0">Scarse set on shore, but therewithall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He meeteth <i>Pucke</i>, which most men call<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Hobgoblin</i>, and on him doth fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With words from frenzy spoken;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hoh, hoh, quoth <i>Hob</i>, God saue thy grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who drest thee in this pitteous case,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He thus that spoild my soueraignes face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I would his necke were broken.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This <i>Puck</i> seemes but a dreaming dolt,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>290</span><span class="i0">Still walking like a ragged Colt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oft out of a Bush doth bolt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of purpose to deceiue vs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leading vs makes vs to stray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long Winters nights out of the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when we stick in mire and clay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Hob</i> doth with laughter leaue vs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Deare <i>Puck</i> (quoth he) my wife is gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ere thou lou'st King <i>Oberon</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let euery thing but this alone<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>300</span><span class="i2">With vengeance, and pursue her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bring her to me aliue or dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or that vilde thief, <i>Pigwiggins</i> head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That villaine hath defil'd my bed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He to this folly drew her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Quoth <i>Puck</i>, My Liege Ile neuer lin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will thorough thicke and thinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill at length I bring her in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My dearest Lord nere doubt it:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thorough Brake, thorough Brier,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>310</span><span class="i0">Thorough Muck, thorough Mier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thorough Water, thorough Fier,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus goes <i>Puck</i> about it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This thing Nimphidia ouer hard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That on this mad King had a guard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not doubting of a great reward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For first this businesse broching;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><span class="i0">And through the ayre away doth goe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as an Arrow from the Bowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To let her Soueraigne <i>Mab</i> to know,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>320</span><span class="i2">What perill was approaching.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Queene bound with Loues powerfulst charme<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sate with <i>Pigwiggen</i> arme in arme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Merry Maydes that thought no harme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">About the roome were skipping:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Humble-Bee their Minstrell, playde<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon his Hoboy; eu'ry Mayde<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fit for this Reuells was arayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Hornepype neatly tripping.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In comes <i>Nimphidia</i>, and doth crie,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>330</span><span class="i0">My Soueraigne for your safety flie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there is danger but too nie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I posted to forewarne you:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King hath sent <i>Hobgoblin</i> out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seeke you all the Fields about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of your safety you may doubt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If he but once discerne you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When like an vprore in a Towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before them euery thing went downe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some tore a Ruffe, and some a Gowne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>340</span><span class="i2">Gainst one another iustling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They flewe about like Chaffe i' th winde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For hast some left their Maskes behinde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some could not stay their Gloues to finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There neuer was such bustling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forth ranne they by a secret way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into a brake that neere them lay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet much they doubted there to stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lest <i>Hob</i> should hap to find them:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had a sharpe and piercing sight,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>350</span><span class="i0">All one to him the day and night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore were resolu'd by flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To leave this place behind them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><span class="i0">At length one chanc'd to find a Nut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In th' end of which a hole was cut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which lay vpon a Hazell roote,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There scatt'red by a Squirill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which out the kernell gotten had;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When quoth this <i>Fay</i> deare Queene be glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let <i>Oberon</i> be ne'r so mad,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>360</span><span class="i2">Ile set you safe from perill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come all into this Nut (quoth she)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come closely in be rul'd by me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each one may here a chuser be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For roome yee need not wrastle:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor neede yee be together heapt;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So one by one therein they crept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lying downe they soundly slept,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And safe as in a Castle.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Nimphidia</i> that this while doth watch,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>370</span><span class="i0">Perceiu'd if <i>Puck</i> the Queene should catch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he should be her ouer-match,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of which she well bethought her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Found it must be some powerfull Charme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Queene against him that must arme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or surely he would doe her harme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For throughly he had sought her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And listning if she ought could heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That her might hinder, or might feare:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But finding still the coast was cleare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>380</span><span class="i2">Nor creature had discride her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each circumstance and hauing scand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She came thereby to vnderstand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Puck</i> would be with them out of hand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When to her Charmes she hide her:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And first her Ferne seede doth bestowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The kernell of the Missletowe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here and there as <i>Puck</i> should goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With terrour to affright him:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><span class="i0">She Night-shade strawes to work him ill,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>390</span><span class="i0">Therewith her Veruayne and her Dill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That hindreth Witches of their will,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of purpose to dispight him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then sprinkles she the iuice of Rue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That groweth vnderneath the Yeu:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With nine drops of the midnight dewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From Lunarie distilling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Molewarps braine mixt therewithall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the same the Pismyres gall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she in nothing short would fall;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>400</span><span class="i2">The <i>Fayrie</i> was so willing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then thrice vnder a Bryer doth creepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which at both ends was rooted deepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ouer it three times shee leepe;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her Magicke much auayling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then on <i>Proserpyna</i> doth call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so vpon her spell doth fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which here to you repeate I shall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not in one tittle fayling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By the croking of the Frogge;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>410</span><span class="i0">By the howling of the Dogge;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the crying of the Hogge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Against the storme arising;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the Euening Curphewe bell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the dolefull dying knell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O let this my direfull Spell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Hob</i>, hinder thy surprising.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By the Mandrakes dreadfull groanes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the Lubricans sad moans;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the noyse of dead mens bones,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>420</span><span class="i2">In Charnell houses ratling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the hissing of the Snake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rustling of the fire-Drake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I charge thee thou this place forsake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor of Queene <i>Mab</i> be pratling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><span class="i0">By the Whirlwindes hollow sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the Thunders dreadfull stound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yells of Spirits vnder ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I chardge thee not to feare vs:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the Shreech-owles dismall note,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>430</span><span class="i0">By the Blacke Night-Rauens throate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I charge thee <i>Hob</i> to teare thy Coate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With thornes if thou come neere vs,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her Spell thus spoke she stept aside,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a Chincke her selfe doth hide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see there of what would betyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For shee doth onely minde him:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When presently shee <i>Puck</i> espies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And well she markt his gloating eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How vnder euery leafe he spies,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>440</span><span class="i2">In seeking still to finde them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But once the Circle got within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Charmes to worke doe straight begin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he was caught as in a Gin;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For as he thus was busie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A paine he in his Head-peece feeles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against a stubbed Tree he reeles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vp went poore <i>Hobgoblins</i> heeles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alas his braine was dizzie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At length vpon his feete he gets,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>450</span><span class="i0"><i>Hobgoblin</i> fumes, <i>Hobgoblin</i> frets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as againe he forward sets,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And through the Bushes scrambles;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Stump doth trip him in his pace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down comes poore <i>Hob</i> vpon his face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lamentably tore his case,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amongst the Bryers and Brambles.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A plague vpon Queene <i>Mab</i>, quoth hee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all her Maydes where ere they be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thinke the Deuill guided me,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>460</span><span class="i2">To seeke her so prouoked.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span><span class="i0">Where stumbling at a piece of Wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He fell into a dich of mudd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where to the very Chin he stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In danger to be choked.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now worse than e're he was before:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poore <i>Puck</i> doth yell, poore <i>Puck</i> doth rore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wak'd Queene <i>Mab</i> who doubted sore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some Treason had been wrought her:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill <i>Nimphidia</i> told the Queene<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>470</span><span class="i0">What she had done, what she had seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who then had well-neere crack'd her spleene<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With very extreame laughter.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But leaue we <i>Hob</i> to clamber out:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Queene <i>Mab</i> and all her <i>Fayrie</i> rout,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And come againe to haue about<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With <i>Oberon</i> yet madding:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with <i>Pigwiggen</i> now distrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who much was troubled in his thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he so long the Queene had sought,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>480</span><span class="i2">And through the Fields was gadding.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And as he runnes he still doth crie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">King <i>Oberon</i> I thee defie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dare thee here in Armes to trie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For my deare Ladies honour:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that she is a Queene right good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whose defence Ile shed my blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that thou in this iealous mood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hast lay'd this slander on her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And quickly Armes him for the Field,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>490</span><span class="i0">A little Cockle-shell his Shield,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which he could very brauely wield:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet could it not be pierced:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Speare a Bent both stiffe and strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And well-neere of two Inches long;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Pyle was of a Horse-flyes tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose sharpnesse nought reuersed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span><span class="i0">And puts him on a coate of Male,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was of a Fishes scale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That when his Foe should him assaile,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>500</span><span class="i2">No poynt should be preuayling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Rapier was a Hornets sting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was a very dangerous thing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if he chanc'd to hurt the King,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It would be long in healing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His Helmet was a Bettles head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most horrible and full of dread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That able was to strike one dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet did it well become him:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for a plume, a horses hayre,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>510</span><span class="i0">Which being tossed with the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had force to strike his Foe with feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And turne his weapon from him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Himselfe he on an Earewig set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet scarce he on his back could get,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So oft and high he did coruet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere he himselfe could settle:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He made him turne, and stop, and bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gallop, and to trot the Round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He scarce could stand on any ground,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>520</span><span class="i2">He was so full of mettle.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When soone he met with <i>Tomalin</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One that a valiant Knight had bin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to King <i>Oberon</i> of kin;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quoth he thou manly <i>Fayrie</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell <i>Oberon</i> I come prepar'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then bid him stand vpon his Guard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This hand his basenesse shall reward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let him be ne'r so wary.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Say to him thus, that I defie,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>530</span><span class="i0">His slanders, and his infamie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as a mortall enemie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doe publickly proclaime him:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span><span class="i0">Withall, that if I had mine owne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He should not weare the <i>Fayrie</i> Crowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with a vengeance should come downe:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor we a King should name him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This <i>Tomalin</i> could not abide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To heare his Soueraigne vilefide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to the <i>Fayrie</i> Court him hide;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>540</span><span class="i2">Full furiously he posted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With eu'ry thing <i>Pigwiggen</i> sayd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How title to the Crowne he layd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in what Armes he was aray'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As how himselfe he boasted.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Twixt head and foot, from point to point,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He told th'arming of each ioint,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every piece, how neate, and quaint,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For <i>Tomalin</i> could doe it:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How fayre he sat, how sure he rid,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>550</span><span class="i0">As of the courser he bestrid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How Mannag'd, and how well he did;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The King which listened to it,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, goe <i>Tomalin</i> with speede,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prouide me Armes, prouide my Steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euery thing that I shall neede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By thee I will be guided;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To strait account, call thou thy witt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See there be wanting not a whitt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In euery thing see thou me fitt,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>560</span><span class="i2">Just as my foes prouided.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soone flewe this newes through <i>Fayrie</i> land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which gaue Queene <i>Mab</i> to vnderstand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The combate that was then in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Betwixt those men so mighty:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which greatly she began to rew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perceuing that all <i>Fayrie</i> knew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first occasion from her grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of these affaires so weighty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span><span class="i0">Wherefore attended with her maides,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>570</span><span class="i0">Through fogs, and mists, and dampes she wades,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To <i>Proserpine</i> the Queene of shades<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To treat, that it would please her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cause into her hands to take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ancient loue and friendships sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soone therof an end to make,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which of much care would ease her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A While, there let we <i>Mab</i> alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And come we to King <i>Oberon</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who arm'd to meete his foe is gone,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>580</span><span class="i2">For Proud <i>Pigwiggen</i> crying:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who sought the <i>Fayrie</i> King as fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had so well his iourneyes cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he arriued at the last,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His puisant foe espying:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stout <i>Tomalin</i> came with the King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tom Thum</i> doth on <i>Pigwiggen</i> bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That perfect were in euery thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To single fights belonging:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore they themselues ingage,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>590</span><span class="i0">To see them exercise their rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With faire and comely equipage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not one the other wronging.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So like in armes, these champions were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they had bin, a very paire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that a man would almost sweare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That either, had bin either;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their furious steedes began to naye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they were heard a mighty way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their staues vpon their rests they lay;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>600</span><span class="i2">Yet e'r they flew together,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Their Seconds minister an oath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was indifferent to them both,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That on their Knightly faith, and troth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No magicke them supplyed;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span><span class="i0">And sought them that they had no charmes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherewith to worke each others harmes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But came with simple open armes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To haue their causes tryed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Together furiously they ran,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>610</span><span class="i0">That to the ground came horse and man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blood out of their Helmets span,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So sharpe were their incounters;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though they to the earth were throwne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet quickly they regain'd their owne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such nimblenesse was neuer showne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were two Gallant Mounters.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When in a second Course againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They forward came with might and mayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet which had better of the twaine,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>620</span><span class="i2">The Seconds could not iudge yet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their shields were into pieces cleft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their helmets from their heads were reft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to defend them nothing left,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These Champions would not budge yet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Away from them their Staues they threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their cruell Swords they quickly drew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And freshly they the fight renew;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They euery stroke redoubled:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made <i>Proserpina</i> take heed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>630</span><span class="i0">And make to them the greater speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For fear lest they too much should bleed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which wondrously her troubled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When to th' infernall <i>Stix</i> she goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She takes the Fogs from thence that rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a Bagge doth them enclose;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When well she had them blended:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She hyes her then to <i>Lethe</i> spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Bottell and thereof doth bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherewith she meant to worke the thing,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>640</span><span class="i2">Which onely she intended.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><span class="i0">Now <i>Proserpine</i> with <i>Mab</i> is gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnto the place where <i>Oberon</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And proud <i>Pigwiggen</i>, one to one,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Both to be slaine were likely:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there themselues they closely hide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because they would not be espide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For <i>Proserpine</i> meant to decide<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The matter very quickly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And suddainly vntyes the Poke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>650</span><span class="i0">Which out of it sent such a smoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ready was them all to choke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So greeuous was the pother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that the Knights each other lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stood as still as any post,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tom Thum</i>, nor <i>Tomalin</i> could boast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Themselues of any other.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when the mist gan somewhat cease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Proserpina</i> commanded peace:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that a while they should release,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>660</span><span class="i2">Each other of their perill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which here (quoth she) I doe proclaime<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To all in dreadfull <i>Plutos</i> name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That as yee will eschewe his blame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You let me heare the quarrell,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But here your selues you must engage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Somewhat to coole your spleenish rage:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your greeuous thirst and to asswage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That first you drinke this liquor:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall your vnderstanding cleare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>670</span><span class="i0">As plainely shall to you appeare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those things from me that you shall heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Conceiuing much the quicker.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This <i>Lethe</i> water you must knowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The memory destroyeth so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That of our weale, or of our woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It all remembrance blotted;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><span class="i0">Of it nor can you euer thinke:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they no sooner tooke this drinke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But nought into their braines could sinke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>680</span><span class="i2">Of what had them besotted.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">King <i>Oberon</i> forgotten had,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he for iealousie ranne mad:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But of his Queene was wondrous glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ask'd how they came thither:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pigwiggen</i> likewise doth forget,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he Queene <i>Mab</i> had euer met;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or that they were so hard beset,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When they were found together.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor neither of them both had thought,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>690</span><span class="i0">That e'r they had each other sought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much lesse that they a Combat fought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But such a dreame were lothing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tom Thum</i> had got a little sup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Tomalin</i> scarce kist the Cup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet had their braines so sure lockt vp,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That they remembred nothing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Queene <i>Mab</i> and her light Maydes the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst themselues doe closely smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see the King caught with this wile,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>700</span><span class="i2">With one another testing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to the <i>Fayrie</i> Court they went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With mickle ioy and merriment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which thing was done with good intent,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus I left them feasting.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4>FINIS.</h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/07.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>THE QVEST OF CYNTHIA</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What time the groues were clad in greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Fields drest all in flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that the sleeke-hayred Nimphs were seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To seeke them Summer Bowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forth rou'd I by the sliding Rills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To finde where <span class="smcap">Cynthia</span> sat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose name so often from the hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Ecchos wondred at.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When me vpon my Quest to bring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">That pleasure might excell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Birds stroue which should sweetliest sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Flowers which sweet'st should smell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Long wand'ring in the Woods (said I)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh whether's <span class="smcap">Cynthia</span> gone?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When soone the Eccho doth reply,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To my last word, goe on.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At length vpon a lofty Firre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was my chance to finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where that deare name most due to her,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">Was caru'd vpon the rynde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which whilst with wonder I beheld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Bees their hony brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vp the carued letters fild,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they with gould were wrought.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And neere that trees more spacious roote,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then looking on the ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shape of her most dainty foot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Imprinted there I found.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which stuck there like a curious seale,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">As though it should forbid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vs, wretched mortalls, to reueale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What vnder it was hid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><span class="i0">Besides the flowers which it had pres'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Apeared to my vew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More fresh and louely than the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That in the meadowes grew:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The cleere drops in the steps that stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of that dilicious Girle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nimphes amongst their dainty food,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">Drunke for dissolued pearle.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The yeilding sand, where she had troad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vntutcht yet with the winde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the faire posture plainely show'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where I might <i>Cynthia</i> finde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When on vpon my waylesse walke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As my desires me draw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I like a madman fell to talke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With euery thing I saw:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I ask'd some Lillyes why so white,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2">They from their fellowes were;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who answered me, that <i>Cynthia's</i> sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had made them looke so cleare:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I ask'd a nodding Violet why,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It sadly hung the head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It told me <i>Cynthia</i> late past by,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Too soone from it that fled:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A bed of Roses saw I there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bewitching with their grace:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides so wondrous sweete they were,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">That they perfum'd the place,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I of a Shrube of those enquir'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From others of that kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who with such virtue them enspir'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It answer'd (to my minde).<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As the base Hemblocke were we such,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The poysned'st weed that growes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till <i>Cynthia</i> by her god-like tuch,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Transform'd vs to the Rose:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><span class="i0">Since when those Frosts that winter brings<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i2">Which candy euery greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Renew vs like the Teeming Springs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And we thus Fresh are scene.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At length I on a Fountaine light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose brim with Pincks was platted;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Banck with Daffadillies dight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With grasse like Sleaue was matted,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I demanded of that Well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What power frequented there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Desiring, it would please to tell<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i2">What name it vsde to beare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It tolde me it was <i>Cynthias</i> owne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within whose cheerefull brimmes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That curious Nimph had oft beene knowne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bath her snowy Limmes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Since when that Water had the power,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lost Mayden-heads to restore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make one Twenty in an howre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of <i>Esons</i> age before.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And told me that the bottome cleere,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i2">Now layd with many a fett<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of seed-pearle, ere shee bath'd her there:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was knowne as blacke as Jet,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As when she from the water came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where first she touch'd the molde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In balls the people made the same<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Pomander, and solde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When chance me to an Arbour led,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whereas I might behold:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two blest <i>Elizeums</i> in one sted,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i2">The lesse the great enfold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The place which she had chosen out,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her selfe in to repose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had they com'n downe, the gods no doubt<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The very same had chose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><span class="i0">The wealthy Spring yet neuer bore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sweet, nor dainty flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That damask'd not, the chequer'd flore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of <span class="smcap">Cynthias</span> Summer Bower.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Birch, the Mirtle, and the Bay,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i2">Like Friends did all embrace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And their large branches did display,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Canapy the place.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where she like <span class="smcap">Venvs</span> doth appeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vpon a Rosie bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Lillyes the soft pillowes weare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whereon she layd her head.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heau'n on her shape such cost bestow'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And with such bounties blest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No lim of hers but might haue made<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i2">A Goddesse at the least.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Flyes by chance mesht in her hayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the bright Radience throwne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From her cleare eyes, rich Iewels weare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They so like Diamonds shone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The meanest weede the soyle there bare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her breath did so refine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it with Woodbynd durst compare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And beard the Eglantine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The dewe which on the tender grasse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i2">The Euening had distill'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pure Rose-water turned was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The shades with sweets that fill'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The windes were husht, no leafe so small<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At all was scene to stirre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst tuning to the waters fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The small Birds sang to her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where she too quickly me espies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I might plainely see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand <i>Cupids</i> from her eyes<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i2">Shoote all at once at me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><span class="i0">Into these secret shades (quoth she)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How dar'st thou be so bold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To enter, consecrate to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or touch this hallowed mold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those words (quoth she) I can pronounce,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which to that shape can bring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee, which the Hunter had who once<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sawe <i>Dian</i> in the Spring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bright Nimph againe I thus replie,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i2">This cannot me affright:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had rather in thy presence die,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then liue out of thy sight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I first vpon the Mountaines hie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Built Altars to thy name;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grau'd it on the Rocks thereby,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To propogate thy fame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I taught the Shepheards on the Downes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of thee to frame their Layes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'was I that fill'd the neighbouring Townes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i2">With Ditties of thy praise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy colours I deuis'd with care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which were vnknowne before:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which since that, in their braded hayre<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Nimphes and Siluans wore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Transforme me to what shape you can,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I passe not what it be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea what most hatefull is to man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So I may follow thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which when she heard full pearly floods,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i2">I in her eyes might view:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Quoth she) most welcome to these Woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Too meane for one so true.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here from the hatefull world we'll liue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A den of mere dispight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Ideots only that doth giue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which be her sole delight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span><span class="i0">To people the infernall pit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That more and more doth striue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where only villany is wit,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i2">And Diuels only thriue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whose vilenesse vs shall neuer awe:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But here our sports shall be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as the golden world first sawe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most innocent and free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of Simples in these Groues that growe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wee'll learne the perfect skill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nature of each Herbe to knowe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which cures, and which can kill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The waxen Pallace of the Bee,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i2">We seeking will surprise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The curious workmanship to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of her full laden thighes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wee'll suck the sweets out of the Combe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make the gods repine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they doe feast in <i>Ioues</i> great roome,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see with what we dine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet when there haps a honey fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wee'll lick the sirupt leaues:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell the Bees that their's is gall,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i2">To this vpon the Greaues.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The nimble Squirrell noting here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her mossy Dray that makes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And laugh to see the lusty Deere<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come bounding ore the brakes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Spiders Webb to watch weele stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when it takes the Bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weele helpe out of the Tyrants hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Innocent to free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sometime weele angle at the Brooke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i2">The freckled Trout to take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With silken Wormes, and bayte the hooke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which him our prey shall make.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><span class="i0">Of medling with such subtile tooles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such dangers that enclose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Morrall is that painted Fooles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are caught with silken showes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when the Moone doth once appeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weele trace the lower grounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>Fayries</i> in their Ringlets there<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i2">Do daunce their nightly rounds.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And haue a Flocke of Turtle Doues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A guard on vs to keepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A witnesse of our honest loues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To watch vs till we sleepe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which spoke I felt such holy fires<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To ouerspred my breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As lent life to my Chast desires<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gaue me endlesse rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By <i>Cynthia</i> thus doe I subsist,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i2">On earth Heauens onely pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let her be mine, and let who list,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Take all the world beside.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4>FINIS.</h4> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/08.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/09.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>THE SHEPHEARDS SIRENA</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Dorilvs</span> in sorrowes deepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Autumne waxing olde and chill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As he sate his Flocks to keepe<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Vnderneath an easie hill:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Chanc'd to cast his eye aside<br /></span> +<span class="i4">On those fields, where he had scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Bright <span class="smcap">Sirena</span> Natures pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sporting on the pleasant greene:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To whose walkes the Shepheards oft,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i4">Came her god-like foote to finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And in places that were soft,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Kist the print there left behinde;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Where the path which she had troad,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hath thereby more glory gayn'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then in heau'n that milky rode,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which with Nectar <i>Hebe</i> stayn'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But bleake Winters boystrous blasts,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Now their fading pleasures chid,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And so fill'd them with his wastes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i4">That from sight her steps were hid.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Silly Shepheard sad the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For his sweet <span class="smcap">Sirena</span> gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All his pleasures in exile:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Layd on the colde earth alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Whilst his gamesome cut-tayld Curre,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With his mirthlesse Master playes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Striuing him with sport to stirre,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As in his more youthfull dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Dorilvs</span> his Dogge doth chide,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i4">Layes his well-tun'd Bagpype by,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And his Sheep-hooke casts aside,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There (quoth he) together lye.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><span class="i4">When a Letter forth he tooke,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which to him <span class="smcap">Sirena</span> writ,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With a deadly down-cast looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And thus fell to reading it.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Dorilvs</span> my deare (quoth she)<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Kinde Companion of my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Though we thus diuided be,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i4">Death cannot diuorce vs so:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thou whose bosome hath beene still,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Th' onely Closet of my care,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And in all my good and ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Euer had thy equall share:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Might I winne thee from thy Fold,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thou shouldst come to visite me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But the Winter is so cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That I feare to hazard thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The wilde waters are waxt hie,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i4">So they are both deafe and dumbe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lou'd they thee so well as I,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">They would ebbe when thou shouldst come;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then my coate with light should shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Purer then the Vestall fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nothing here but should be thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That thy heart can well desire:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Where at large we will relate,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">From what cause our friendship grewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And in that the varying Fate,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i4">Since we first each other knewe:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Of my heauie passed plight,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As of many a future feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which except the silent night,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">None but onely thou shalt heare;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My sad hurt it shall releeue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When my thoughts I shall disclose,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For thou canst not chuse but greeue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When I shall recount my woes;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There is nothing to that friend,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i4">To whose close vncranied brest,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We our secret thoughts may send,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And there safely let it rest:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span><span class="i4">And thy faithfull counsell may,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My distressed case assist,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sad affliction else may sway<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Me a woman as it list:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hither I would haue thee haste,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet would gladly haue thee stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When those dangers I forecast,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i4">That may meet thee by the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Doe as thou shalt thinke it best,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Let thy knowledge be thy guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Liue thou in my constant breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Whatsoeuer shall betide.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">He her Letter hauing red,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Puts it in his Scrip againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Looking like a man halfe dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">By her kindenesse strangely slaine;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And as one who inly knew,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i4">Her distressed present state,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And to her had still been true,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus doth with himselfe debate.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I will not thy face admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Admirable though it bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor thine eyes whose subtile fire<br /></span> +<span class="i4">So much wonder winne in me:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But my maruell shall be now,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">(And of long it hath bene so)<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Of all Woman kind that thou<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i4">Wert ordain'd to taste of woe;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To a Beauty so diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Paradise in little done,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O that Fortune should assigne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ought but what thou well mightst shun,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But my counsailes such must bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">(Though as yet I them conceale)<br /></span> +<span class="i4">By their deadly wound in me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">They thy hurt must onely heale,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Could I giue what thou do'st craue<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i4">To that passe thy state is growne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I thereby thy life may saue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But am sure to loose mine owne,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><span class="i4">To that ioy thou do'st conceiue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Through my heart, the way doth lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which in two for thee must claue<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Least that thou shouldst goe awry.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus my death must be a toy,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which my pensiue breast must couer;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thy beloued to enioy,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i4">Must be taught thee by thy Louer.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hard the Choise I haue to chuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To my selfe if friend I be,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I must my <span class="smcap">Sirena</span> loose,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If not so, shee looseth me.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus whilst he doth cast about,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What therein were best to doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor could yet resolue the doubt,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Whether he should stay or goe:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In those Feilds not farre away,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i4">There was many a frolike Swaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In fresh Russets day by day,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That kept Reuells on the Plaine.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nimble <span class="smcap">Tom</span>, sirnam'd the <i>Tup</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For his Pipe without a Peere,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And could tickle <i>Trenchmore</i> vp,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As t'would ioy your heart to heare.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Ralph</span> as much renown'd for skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That the <i>Taber</i> touch'd so well;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For his <i>Gittern</i>, little <span class="smcap">Gill</span>,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i4">That all other did excell.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Rock</span> and <span class="smcap">Rollo</span> euery way,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Who still led the Rusticke Ging,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And could troule a Roundelay,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That would make the Feilds to ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Collin</span> on his <i>Shalme</i> so cleare,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Many a high-pitcht Note that had,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And could make the Eechos nere<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Shout as they were wexen mad.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Many a lusty Swaine beside,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i4">That for nought but pleasure car'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hauing <span class="smcap">Dorilvs</span> espy'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And with him knew how it far'd.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><span class="i4">Thought from him they would remoue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">This strong melancholy fitt,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or so, should it not behoue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Quite to put him out of 's witt;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hauing learnt a Song, which he<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sometime to Sirena sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Full of Iollity and glee,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i4">When the Nimph liu'd neere to <i>Trent</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4">They behinde him softly gott,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lying on the earth along,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And when he suspected not,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus the Iouiall Shepheards song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Neare to the Siluer <i>Trent</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Sirena</i> dwelleth:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Shee to whom Nature lent<br /></span> +<span class="i6">All that excelleth:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">By which the <i>Muses</i> late,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i6">And the neate <i>Graces</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Haue for their greater state<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Taken their places:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Twisting an <i>Anadem</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Wherewith to Crowne her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As it belong'd to them<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Most to renowne her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let the Swanes sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i6"><i>And with their Musick,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>Tagus</i> and <i>Pactolus</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6">Are to thee Debter,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor for their gould to vs<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Are they the better:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Henceforth of all the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Be thou the Riuer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which as the daintiest,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Puts them downe euer,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i4">For as my precious one,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">O'r thee doth trauell,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">She to Pearl Parragon<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Turneth thy grauell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swanns sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with their Musicke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Our mournefull <i>Philomell</i>,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i6">That rarest Tuner,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Henceforth in <i>Aperill</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6">Shall wake the sooner,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And to her shall complaine<br /></span> +<span class="i6">From the thicke Couer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Redoubling euery straine<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ouer and ouer:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For when my Loue too long<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Her Chamber keepeth;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As though it suffered wrong,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i6">The Morning weepeth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swanes sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with their Musick,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Oft have I seene the Sunne<br /></span> +<span class="i6">To doe her honour.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Fix himselfe at his noone,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">To look vpon her,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i4">And hath guilt euery Groue,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Euery Hill neare her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With his flames from aboue,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Striuing to cheere her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And when shee from his sight<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Hath her selfe turned,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">He as it had beene night,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">In Cloudes hath mourned.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swanns sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with their Musicke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">The Verdant Meades are seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">When she doth view them,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In fresh and gallant Greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Straight to renewe them,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And euery little Grasse<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Broad it selfe spreadeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Proud that this bonny Lasse<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i6">Vpon it treadeth:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor flower is so sweete<br /></span> +<span class="i6">In this large Cincture<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But it upon her feete<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Leaueth some Tincture.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swanes sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with thy Musick,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i4">The Fishes in the Flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">When she doth Angle,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For the Hooke striue a good<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Them to intangle;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And leaping on the Land<br /></span> +<span class="i6">From the cleare water,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Their Scales vpon the sand,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Lauishly scatter;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Therewith to paue the mould<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Whereon she passes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>260</span><span class="i4">So her selfe to behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">As in her glasses.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Ranke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swanns sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with their Musicke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">When shee lookes out by night,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The Starres stand gazing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Like Commets to our sight<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>270</span><span class="i6">Fearefully blazing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As wondring at her eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i6">With their much brightnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which to amaze the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Dimming their lightnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The raging Tempests are Calme,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">When shee speaketh,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Such most delightsome balme<br /></span> +<span class="i6">From her lips breaketh.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Banke,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>280</span><span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke</i>, &c.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">In all our <i>Brittany</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ther's not a fayrer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor can you fitt any:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Should you compare her.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Angels her eye-lids keepe<br /></span> +<span class="i6">All harts surprizing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which looke whilst she doth sleepe<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Like the Sunnes rising:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">She alone of her kinde<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>290</span><span class="i6">Knoweth true measure<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And her vnmatched mind<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Is Heauens treasure:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swanes sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with their Musick,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Fayre <i>Doue</i> and <i>Darwine</i> cleere<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Boast yee your beauties,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>300</span><span class="i4">To <i>Trent</i> your Mistres here<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Yet pay your duties,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My Loue was higher borne<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Tow'rds the full Fountaines,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet she doth <i>Moorland</i> scorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And the <i>Peake</i> Mountaines;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><span class="i4">Nor would she none should dreame,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Where she abideth,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Humble as is the streame,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Which by her slydeth,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>310</span><span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Bancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Rancke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swannes sing her,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And with their Musicke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Yet my poore Rusticke <i>Muse</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Nothing can moue her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor the means I can vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Though her true Louer:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Many a long Winters night,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>320</span><span class="i6">Haue I wak'd for her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet this my piteous plight,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Nothing can stirre her.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All thy Sands siluer <i>Trent</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6">Downe to the <i>Humber</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The sighes I haue spent<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Neuer can number.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cho. <i>On thy Banke</i><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>In a Ranke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Let thy Swans sing her</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>330</span><span class="i6"><i>And with their Musicke</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Along let them bring her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Taken with this suddaine Song,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Least for mirth when he doth look<br /></span> +<span class="i4">His sad heart more deeply stong,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then the former care he tooke.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">At their laughter and amaz'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For a while he sat aghast<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But a little hauing gaz'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus he them bespake at last.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Is this time for mirth (quoth he)<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>340</span><span class="i4">To a man with griefe opprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sinfull wretches as you be,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">May the sorrowes in my breast,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><span class="i4">Light vpon you one by one,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And as now you mocke my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When your mirth is turn'd to moane;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">May your like then serue you so.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">When one Swaine among the rest<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus him merrily bespake,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>350</span><span class="i4">Get thee vp thou arrant beast<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Fits this season loue to make?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Take thy Sheephooke in thy hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Clap thy Curre and set him on,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For our fields 'tis time to stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or they quickly will be gon.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Rougish Swinheards that repine<br /></span> +<span class="i4">At our Flocks, like beastly Clownes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sweare that they will bring their Swine,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And will wroote vp all our Downes:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>360</span><span class="i4">They their Holly whips haue brac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And tough Hazell goades haue gott;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Soundly they your sides will baste,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If their courage faile them not.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Of their purpose if they speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then your Bagpypes you may burne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">It is neither Droane nor Reed<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Shepheard, that will serue your turne:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Angry <span class="smcap">Olcon</span> sets them on,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And against vs part doth take<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>370</span><span class="i4">Euer since he was out-gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Offring Rymes with us to make.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet if so our Sheepe-hookes hold,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Dearely shall our Downes be bought,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For it neuer shall be told,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We our Sheep-walkes sold for naught.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And we here haue got vs Dogges,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Best of all the Westerne breed,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which though Whelps shall lug their Hogges,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Till they make their eares to bleed:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>380</span><span class="i4">Therefore Shepheard come away.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When as <span class="smcap">Dorilvs</span> arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Whistles Cut-tayle from his play,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And along with them he goes.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4>FINIS.</h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/10.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>THE MVSES ELIZIVM</h2> + +<h4>The Description of Elizium</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A Paradice on earth is found,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though farre from vulgar sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which with those pleasures doth abound<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That it <i>Elizium</i> hight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where, in Delights that neuer fade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Muses lulled be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sit at pleasure in the shade<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of many a stately tree,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which no rough Tempest makes to reele<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">Nor their straight bodies bowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their lofty tops doe neuer feele<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The weight of winters snowes;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Groues that euermore are greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No falling leafe is there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>Philomel</i> (of birds the Queene)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Musicke spends the yeare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The <i>Merle</i> vpon her mertle Perch,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There to the <i>Mavis</i> sings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who from the top of some curld Berch<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">Those notes redoubled rings;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There Daysyes damaske euery place<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor once their beauties lose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That when proud <i>Phœbus</i> hides his face<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Themselues they scorne to close.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Pansy and the Violet here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As seeming to descend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both from one Root, a very payre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For sweetnesse yet contend,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><span class="i0">And pointing to a Pinke to tell<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">Which beares it, it is loath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To iudge it; but replyes for smell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That it excels them both.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wherewith displeasde they hang their heads<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So angry soone they grow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from their odoriferous beds<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their sweets at it they throw.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The winter here a Summer is,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No waste is made by time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor doth the Autumne euer misse<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">The blossomes of the Prime.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The flower that Iuly forth doth bring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Aprill here is seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Primrose that puts on the Spring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Iuly decks each Greene.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sweets for soueraignty contend<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so abundant be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That to the very Earth they lend<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Barke of euery Tree:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rills rising out of euery Banck,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2">In wild Meanders strayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And playing many a wanton pranck<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vpon the speckled plaine,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Gambols and lascivious Gyres<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their time they still bestow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor to their Fountaines none retyres,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor on their course will goe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those Brooks with Lillies brauely deckt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So proud and wanton made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they their courses quite neglect:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">And seeme as though they stayde,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Faire <i>Flora</i> in her state to viewe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which through those Lillies looks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or as those Lillies leand to shew<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their beauties to the brooks.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><span class="i0">That <i>Phœbus</i>in his lofty race,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oft layes aside his beames<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And comes to coole his glowing face<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In these delicious streames;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oft spreading Vines clime vp the Cleeues,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i2">Whose ripned clusters there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their liquid purple drop, which driues<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A Vintage through the yeere.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Those Cleeues whose craggy sides are clad<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With Trees of sundry sutes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which make continuall summer glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Euen bending with their fruits,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some ripening, ready some to fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some blossom'd, some to bloome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like gorgeous hangings on the wall<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i2">Of some rich princely Roome:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pomegranates</i>, <i>Lymons</i>, <i>Cytrons</i>, so<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their laded branches bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their leaues in number that outgoe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor roomth will them alow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There in perpetuall Summers shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Apolloes</i> Prophets sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the flowres that neuer fade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But flowrish like their wit;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To whom the Nimphes vpon their Lyres,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i2">Tune many a curious lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with their most melodious Quires<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Make short the longest day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The <i>thrice three Virgins</i> heavenly Cleere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their trembling Timbrels sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst the three comely Graces there<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dance many a dainty Round,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Decay nor Age there nothing knowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There is continuall Youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Time on plant or creatures growes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i2">So still their strength renewth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><span class="i0">The Poets Paradice this is,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To which but few can come;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Muses onely bower of blisse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their Deare <i>Elizium</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here happy soules, (their blessed bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Free from the rude resort<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of beastly people) spend the houres,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In harmelesse mirth and sport,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then on to the <i>Elizian</i> plaines<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i2"><i>Apollo</i> doth invite you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where he prouides with pastorall straines,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Nimphals to delight you.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The first Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Rodope</span> and <span class="smcap">Dorida</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>This Nimphall of delights doth treat,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Choice beauties, and proportions neat,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Of curious shapes, and dainty features</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Describd in two most perfect creatures.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When <i>Phœbus</i> with a face of mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had flong abroad his beames,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To blanch the bosome of the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And glaze the gliding streames.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within a goodly Mertle groue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon that hallowed day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nimphes to the bright Queene of loue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their vowes were vsde to pay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faire <i>Rodope</i> and <i>Dorida</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Met in those sacred shades,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then whom the Sunne in all his way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nere saw two daintier Maids.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through the thickets thrild his fires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Supposing to haue seene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soueraigne <i>Goddesse of desires</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or <i>Ioves Emperious Queene</i>:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><span class="i0">Both of so wondrous beauties were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In shape both so excell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That to be paraleld elsewhere,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">No iudging eye could tell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And their affections so surpasse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As well it might be deemd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That th' one of them the other was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And but themselues they seem'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whilst the Nimphes that neare this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disposed were to play<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At Barly-breake and Prison-base,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doe passe the time away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This peerlesse payre together set,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">The other at their sport,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None neare their free discourse to let,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each other thus they court,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Dorida.</i> My sweet, my soueraigne <i>Rodope</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My deare delight, my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Locke of hayre thou sentst to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I to this Bracelet woue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which brighter euery day doth grow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The longer it is worne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As its delicious fellowes doe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Thy Temples that adorne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Rodope.</i> Nay had I thine my <i>Dorida</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would them so bestow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As that the winde vpon my way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might backward make them flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So should it in its greatst excesse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turne to becalmed ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And quite forget all boistrousnesse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To play with euery hayre.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Dorida.</i> To me like thine had nature giuen,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">A Brow, so Archt, so cleere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Front, wherein so much of heauen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth to each eye appeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The world should see, I would strike dead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Milky Way that's now,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><span class="i0">And say that Nectar <i>Hebe</i> shed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fell all vpon my Brow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Rodope.</i> O had I eyes like <i>Doridaes</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would inchant the day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make the Sunne to stand at gaze,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Till he forget his way:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cause his Sister <i>Queene of Streames</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When so I list by night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By her much blushing at my Beames<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T' eclipse her borrowed light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Dorida.</i> Had I a Cheeke like <i>Rodopes</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In midst of which doth stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Groue of Roses, such as these,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In such a snowy land:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would then make the Lilly which we now<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">So much for whitenesse name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As drooping downe the head to bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And die for very shame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Rodope.</i> Had I a bosome like to thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I it pleas'd to show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T' what part o' th' Skie I would incline<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would make th' Etheriall bowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My swannish breast brancht all with blew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In brauery like the spring:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Winter to the generall view<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Full Summer forth should bring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Dorida.</i> Had I a body like my deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were I so straight so tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, if so broad my shoulders were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I a waste so small;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would challenge the proud Queene of loue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To yeeld to me for shape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I should feare that <i>Mars</i> or <i>Iove</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would venter for my rape.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Rodope.</i> Had I a hand like thee my Gerle,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">(This hand O let me kisse)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Ivory Arrowes pyl'd with pearle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I a hand like this;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><span class="i0">I would not doubt at all to make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each finger of my hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To taske swift <i>Mercury</i> to take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his inchanting wand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Dorida.</i> Had I a Theigh like Rodopes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which twas my chance to viewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lying on yon banck at ease,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">The wind thy skirt vp blew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would say it were a columne wrought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To some intent Diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for our chaste <i>Diana</i> sought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pillar for her shryne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Rodope.</i> Had I a Leg but like to thine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That were so neat, so cleane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A swelling Calfe, a Small so fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An Ankle, round and leane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would tell nature she doth misse<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">Her old skill; and maintaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She shewd her master peece in this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not to be done againe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Dorida.</i> Had I that Foot hid in those shoos,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Proportion'd to my height)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Short Heele, thin Instep, euen Toes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Sole so wondrous straight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Forresters and Nimphes at this<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amazed all should stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kneeling downe, should meekely kisse<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">The Print left in the sand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By this the Nimphes came from their sport,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All pleased wondrous well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to these Maydens make report<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What lately them befell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One said the dainty <i>Lelipa</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did all the rest out-goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another would a wager lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She would outstrip a Roe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayes one, how like you <i>Florimel</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">There is your dainty face:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><span class="i0">A fourth replide, she lik't that well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet better lik't her grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's counted, I confesse, quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be our onely Pearle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet haue I heard her oft to be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A melancholy Gerle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another said she quite mistoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That onely was her art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When melancholly had her looke<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">Then mirth was in her heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hath she then that pretty trick<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another doth reply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thought no Nimph could haue bin sick<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that disease but I;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know you can dissemble well<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth one to giue you due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here be some (who Ile not tell)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can do't as well as you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who thus replies, I know that too,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">We haue it from our Mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet there be some this thing can doe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More cunningly then other:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Maydens but dissemble can<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their sorrow and ther ioy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their pore dissimulation than,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is but a very toy.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The second Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Lalvs</span>, <span class="smcap">Cleon</span>, and <span class="smcap">Lirope</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>The Muse new Courtship doth deuise,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>By Natures strange Varieties,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Whose Rarieties she here relates,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>And giues you Pastorall Delicates.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lalus</i> a Iolly youthfull Lad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With <i>Cleon</i>, no lesse crown'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With vertues; both their beings had<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the Elizian ground.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><span class="i0">Both hauing parts so excellent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it a question was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which should be the most eminent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or did in ought surpasse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This <i>Cleon</i> was a Mountaineer,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And of the wilder kinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from his birth had many a yeere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bin nurst vp by a Hinde.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as the sequell well did show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It very well might be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For neuer Hart, nor Hare, nor Roe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were halfe so swift as he.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>Lalus</i> in the Vale was bred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the Sheepe and Neate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by these Nimphes there choicly fed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">With Hony, Milke, and Wheate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Stature goodly, faire of speech,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of behauiour mylde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like those there in the Valley rich,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bred him of a chyld.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Falconry they had the skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Halkes to feed and flye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No better Hunters ere clome Hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor hollowed to a Cry:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Dingles deepe, and Mountains hore,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Oft with the bearded Speare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They combated the tusky Boare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slew the angry Beare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Musicke they were wondrous quaint,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fine Aers they could deuise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They very curiously could Paint,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And neatly Poetize;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wagers many time were laid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Questions that arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which song the witty <i>Lalus</i> made,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Which <i>Cleon</i> should compose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stately Steed they manag'd well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Fence the art they knew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Dansing they did all excell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gerles that to them drew;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><span class="i0">To throw the Sledge, to pitch the Barre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wrestle and to Run,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They all the Youth exceld so farre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That still the Prize they wonne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These sprightly Gallants lou'd a Lasse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Cald <i>Lirope the bright</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the whole world there scarcely was<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So delicate a Wight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was no Beauty so diuine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euer Nimph did grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it beyond it selfe did shine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her more heuenly face:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What forme she pleasd each thing would take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ere she did behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Pebbles she could Diamonds make,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Grosse Iron turne to Gold:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such power there with her presence came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sterne Tempests she alayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cruell Tiger she could tame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She raging Torrents staid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She chid, she cherisht, she gaue life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Againe she made to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She raisd a warre, apeasd a Strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With turning of her eye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some said a God did her beget,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">But much deceiu'd were they,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Father was a <i>Riuelet</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Mother was a <i>Fay</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Lineaments so fine that were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She from the Fayrie tooke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Beauties and Complection cleere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By nature from the Brooke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Ryualls wayting for the houre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(The weather calme and faire)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When as she vs'd to leaue her Bower<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">To take the pleasant ayre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Acosting her; their complement<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her their Goddesse done;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By gifts they tempt her to consent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>Lalus</i> thus begun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>Lalus.</i> Sweet <i>Lirope</i> I haue a Lambe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Newly wayned from the Damme,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>* Without hornes.</i></div> +<span class="i0">Of the right kinde, it is *notted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naturally with purple spotted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into laughter it will put you,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">To see how prettily 'twill But you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When on sporting it is set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will beate you a Corvet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at euery nimble bound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turne it selfe aboue the ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When tis hungry it will bleate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From your hand to haue its meate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when it hath fully fed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will fetch Iumpes aboue your head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As innocently to expresse<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">Its silly sheepish thankfullnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you bid it, it will play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be it either night or day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This <i>Lirope</i> I haue for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So thou alone wilt liue with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cleon.</i> From him O turne thine eare away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heare me my lou'd <i>Lirope</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haue a Kid as white as milke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His skin as soft as <i>Naples</i> silke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His hornes in length are wondrous euen,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">And curiously by nature writhen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is of th' Arcadian kinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ther's not the like twixt either <i>Inde</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you walke, 'twill walke you by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you sit downe, it downe will lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It with gesture will you wooe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And counterfeit those things you doe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ore each Hillock it will vault,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nimbly doe the Summer-sault,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the hinder Legs 'twill goe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">And follow you a furlong so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if by chance a Tune you roate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill foote it finely to your note,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeke the worlde and you may misse<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><span class="i0">To finde out such a thing as this;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This my loue I haue for thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So thou'lt leaue him and goe with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lirope.</i> Beleeue me Youths your gifts are rare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you offer wondrous faire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lalus</i> for Lambe, <i>Cleon</i> for Kyd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">'Tis hard to iudge which most doth bid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And haue you two such things in store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I n'er knew of them before?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well yet I dare a Wager lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>Brag</i> my little Dog shall play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As dainty tricks when I shall bid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As <i>Lalus</i> Lambe, or <i>Cleons</i> Kid.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But t' may fall out that I may neede them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till when yee may doe well to feed them;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Goate and Mutton pretty be<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">But Youths these are noe bayts for me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alasse good men, in vaine ye wooe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not your Lambe nor Kid will doe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lalus.</i> I haue two Sparrowes white as Snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose pretty eyes like sparkes doe show;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her Bosome <i>Venus</i> hatcht them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where her little <i>Cupid</i> watcht them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they too fledge their Nests forsooke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Themselues and to the Fields betooke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where by chance a Fowler caught them<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">Of whom I full dearely bought them;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote"><i>* The redde fruit of the smooth Bramble.</i></div> +<span class="i0">They'll fetch you Conserue from the *Hip,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lay it softly on your Lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through their nibling bills they'll Chirup<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fluttering feed you with the Sirup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if thence you put them by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They to your white necke will flye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if you expulse them there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They'll hang vpon your braded Hayre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You so long shall see them prattle<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0">Till at length they'll fall to battle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when they haue fought their fill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You will smile to see them bill<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><span class="i0">These birds my <i>Lirope's</i> shall be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So thou'lt leaue him and goe with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cleon.</i> His Sparrowes are not worth a rush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le finde as good in euery bush,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Doues I haue a dainty paire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when you please to take the Air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About your head shall gently houer<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0">You Cleere browe from the Sunne to couer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with their nimble wings shall fan you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That neither Cold nor Heate shall tan you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like Vmbrellas with their feathers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sheeld you in all sorts of weathers:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They be most dainty Coloured things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They haue Damask backs and Chequerd wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their neckes more Various Cullours showe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then there be mixed in the Bowe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Venus</i> saw the lesser Doue<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i0">And therewith was farre in Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Offering for't her goulden Ball<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her Sonne to play withall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These my <i>Liropes</i> shall be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So shee'll leaue him and goe with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lirope.</i> Then for Sparrowes, and for Doues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am fitted twixt my Loues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>Lalus</i> I take no delight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Sparowes, for they'll scratch and bite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though ioynd, they are euer wooing<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0">Alwayes billing, if not doeing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twixt <i>Venus</i> breasts if they haue lyen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I much feare they'll infect myne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cleon</i> your Doues are very dainty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tame Pidgeons else you know are plenty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These may winne some of your Marrowes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am not caught with Doues, nor Sparrowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thanke ye kindly for your Coste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet your labour is but loste.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lalus.</i> With full-leau'd Lillies I will stick<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i0">Thy braded hayre all o'r so thick,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span><span class="i0">That from it a Light shall throw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the Sunnes vpon the Snow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Mantle shall be Violet Leaues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the fin'st the Silkeworme weaues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As finely wouen; whose rich smell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Ayre about thee so shall swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it shall haue no power to mooue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Ruffe of Pinkes thy Robe aboue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About thy necke so neatly set<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i0">That Art it cannot counterfet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which still shall looke so Fresh and new,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if vpon their Roots they grew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for thy head Ile haue a Tyer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of netting, made of Strawbery wyer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in each knot that doth compose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Mesh, shall stick a halfe blowne Rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red, damaske, white, in order set<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About the sides, shall run a Fret<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Primroses, the Tyer throughout<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i0">With Thrift and Dayses frindgd about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this faire Nimph Ile doe for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So thou'lt leaue him and goe with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cleon.</i> These be but weeds and Trash he brings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile giue thee solid, costly things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His will wither and be gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before thou well canst put them on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Currall I will haue thee Crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Branches intricatly wound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall girt thy Temples euery way;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i0">And on the top of euery Spray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall stick a Pearle orient and great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which so the wandring Birds shall cheat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That some shall stoope to looke for Cheries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As other for tralucent Berries.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wondering, caught e'r they be ware<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the curld Tramels of thy hayre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for thy necke a Christall Chaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose lincks shapt like to drops of Raine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon thy panting Breast depending,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i0">Shall seeme as they were still descending,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as thy breath doth come and goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So seeming still to ebbe and flow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Amber Bracelets cut like Bees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose strange transparency who sees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Silke small as the Spiders Twist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doubled so oft about thy Wrist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would surely thinke aliue they were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Lillies gathering hony there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Buskins Ivory, caru'd like Shels<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i0">Of Scallope, which as little Bels<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made hollow, with the Ayre shall Chime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to thy steps shall keepe the time:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaue <i>Lalus</i>, <i>Lirope</i> for me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And these shall thy rich dowry be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lirope.</i> <i>Lalus</i> for Flowers. <i>Cleon</i> for Iemmes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Garlands and for Diadems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I shall be sped, why this is braue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Nimph can choicer Presents haue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dressing, brading, frowncing, flowring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>260</span><span class="i0">All your Iewels on me powring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this brauery being drest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the ground I shall be prest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I doubt the Nimphes will feare me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor will venture to come neare me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neuer Lady of the May,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To this houre was halfe so gay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in flowers, all so sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the Crowne, beneath the Feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amber, Currall, Ivory, Pearle,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>270</span><span class="i0">If this cannot win a Gerle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ther's nothing can, and this ye wooe me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giue me your hands and trust ye to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Yet to tell ye I am loth)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I'le haue neither of you both;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lalus.</i> When thou shalt please to stem the flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(As thou art of the watry brood)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le haue twelve Swannes more white than Snow,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><span class="i0">Yokd for the purpose two and two,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To drawe thy Barge wrought of fine Reed<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>280</span><span class="i0">So well that it nought else shall need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Traces by which they shall hayle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Barge; shall be the winding trayle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of woodbynd; whose braue Tasseld Flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(The Sweetnesse of the Woodnimphs Bowres)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be the Trappings to adorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Swannes, by which thy Barge is borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of flowred Flags I'le rob the banke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of water-Cans and King-cups ranck<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be the Couering of thy Boate,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>290</span><span class="i0">And on the Streame as thou do'st Floate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Naiades</i> that haunt the deepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Themselues about thy Barge shall keepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recording most delightfull Layes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Sea Gods written in thy prayse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in what place thou hapst to land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the gentle Siluery sand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall soften, curled with the Aier<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As sensible of thy repayre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This my deare loue I'le doe for thee,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>300</span><span class="i0">So Thou'lt leaue him and goe with me:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cleon.</i> Tush Nimphe his Swannes will prove but Geese,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Barge drinke water like a Fleece;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Boat is base, I'le thee prouide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Chariot, wherein <i>Ioue</i> may ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which when brauely thou art borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt looke like the gloryous morne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vshering the Sunne, and such a one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As to this day was neuer none,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Rarest Indian Gummes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>310</span><span class="i0">More pretious then your Balsamummes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which I by Art haue made so hard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they with Tooles may well be Caru'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make a Coach of: which shall be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Materyalls of this one for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of thy Chariot each small peece<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall inlayd be with Amber Greece,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><span class="i0">And guilded with the Yellow ore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Produc'd from <i>Tagus</i> wealthy shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which along the pleasant Lawne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>320</span><span class="i0">With twelue white Stags thou shalt be drawne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose brancht palmes of a stately height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With seuerall nosegayes shall be dight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as thou ryd'st, thy Coach about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thy strong guard shall runne a Rout,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Estriges; whose Curled plumes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sen'sd with thy Chariots rich perfumes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The scent into the Aier shall throw;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose naked Thyes shall grace the show;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst the Woodnimphs and those bred<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>330</span><span class="i0">Vpon the mountayns, o'r thy head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall beare a Canopy of flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tinseld with drops of Aprill showers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall make more glorious showes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then spangles, or your siluer Oas;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This bright nimph I'le doe for thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So thou'lt leaue him and goe with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lirope.</i> Vie and reuie, like Chapmen profer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would't be receaued what you haue offer'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye greater honour cannot doe me,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>340</span><span class="i0">If not building Altars to me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both by Water and by Land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bardge and Chariot at command;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swans vpon the Streame to rawe me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stags vpon the Land to drawe me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all this Pompe should I be seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What a pore thing were a Queene:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All delights in such excesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As but yee, who can expresse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus mounted should the Nimphes me see,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>350</span><span class="i0">All the troope would follow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thinking by this state that I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would asume a Deitie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There be some in loue haue bin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I may commit that sinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if e'r I be in loue,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><span class="i0">With one of you I feare twill proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with which I cannot tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So my gallant Youths farewell.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The third Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Doron</span>. <span class="smcap">Naijs</span>. <span class="smcap">Cloris</span>. <span class="smcap">Claia</span>. +<span class="smcap">Dorilvs</span>. <span class="smcap">Cloe</span>. <span class="smcap">Mertilla</span>. +<span class="smcap">Florimel</span>.</h4> + +<h4>With Nimphes and Forresters.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>Poetick Raptures, sacred fires,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>With which </i>Apollo<i> his inspires,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>This Nimphall gives you; and withall</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Obserues the Muses Festivall.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Amongst th' Elizians many mirthfull Feasts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At which the Muses are the certaine guests,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' obserue one Day with most Emperiall state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wise <i>Apollo</i> which they dedicate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Poets God; and to his Alters bring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' enamel'd Brauery of the beauteous spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strew their Bowers with euery precious sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which still wax fresh, most trod on with their feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With most choice flowers each Nimph doth brade her hayre,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And not the mean'st but bauldrick wise doth weare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some goodly Garland, and the most renown'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With curious Roseat Anadems are crown'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These being come into the place where they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yearely obserue the Orgies to that day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Muses from their Heliconian spring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their brimfull Mazers to the feasting bring:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When with deepe Draughts out of those plenteous Bowles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The iocond Youth haue swild their thirsty soules,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They fall enraged with a sacred heat,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">And when their braines doe once begin to sweat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They into braue and Stately numbers breake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not a word that any one doth speake<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><span class="i0">But tis Prophetick, and so strangely farre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In their high fury they transported are,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As there's not one, on any thing can straine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But by another answred is againe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the same Rapture, which all sit to heare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When as two Youths that soundly liquord were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Dorilus</i> and <i>Doron</i>, two as noble swayns<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">As euer kept on the Elizian playns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First by their signes attention hauing woonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus they the Reuels frolikly begunne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>Come </i>Dorilus<i>, let vs be brave,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In lofty numbers let vs raue,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With Rymes I will inrich thee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>Content say I, then bid the base,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Our wits shall runne the Wildgoosechase,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Spurre vp, or I will swich thee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>The Sunne out of the East doth peepe,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2"><i>And now the day begins to creepe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vpon the world at leasure.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>The Ayre enamor'd of the Greaues,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The West winde stroaks the velvit leaues</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And kisses them at pleasure.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>The spinners webs twixt spray and spray,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The top of euery bush make gay,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By filmy coards there dangling.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>For now the last dayes euening dew</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Euen to the full it selfe doth shew,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2"><i>Each bough with Pearle bespangling.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>O Boy how thy abundant vaine</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Euen like a Flood breaks from thy braine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Nor can thy Muse be gaged.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>Why nature forth did neuer bring</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A man that like to me can sing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>If once I be enraged.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>Why </i>Dorilus<i> I in my skill</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Can make the swiftest Streame stand still,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Nay beare back to his springing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>And I into a Trance most deepe</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Can cast the Birds that they shall sleepe</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>When fain'st they would be singing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>Why </i>Dorilus<i> thou mak'st me mad,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And now my wits begin to gad,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>But sure I know not whither.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>O </i>Doron<i> let me hug thee then,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>There neuer was two madder men,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Then let vs on together.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. Hermes <i>the winged Horse bestrid,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i2"><i>And thorow thick and thin he rid,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And floundred throw the Fountaine.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>He spurd the Tit vntill he bled,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>So that at last he ran his head</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Against the forked Mountaine,</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>How sayst thou, but pyde </i>Iris<i> got</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Into great </i>Iunos<i> Chariot,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>I spake with one that saw her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>And there the pert and sawcy Elfe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Behau'd her as twere </i>Iuno's<i> selfe,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i2"><i>And made the Peacocks draw her.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>Ile borrow </i>Phœbus<i> fiery Iades,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With which about the world he trades,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And put them in my Plow.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>O thou most perfect frantique man,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Yet let thy rage be what it can,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ile be as mad as thou.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>Ile to great </i>Iove<i>, hap good, hap ill,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Though he with Thunder threat to kill,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And beg of him a boone.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>To swerue vp one of </i>Cynthias<i> beames,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And there to bath thee in the streames.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Discouerd in the Moone.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><span class="i4">Doron. <i>Come frolick Youth and follow me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>My frantique boy, and Ile show thee</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The Countrey of the Fayries.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>The fleshy Mandrake where't doth grow</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In noonshade of the Mistletow,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And where the Phœnix Aryes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>Nay more, the Swallowes winter bed,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i2"><i>The Caverns where the Winds are bred,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Since thus thou talkst of showing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>And to those Indraughts Ile thee bring,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That wondrous and eternall spring</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Whence th' Ocean hath its flowing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Doron. <i>We'll downe to the darke house of sleepe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Where snoring </i>Morpheus<i> doth keepe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And wake the drowsy Groome.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Dorilus. <i>Downe shall the Dores and Windowes goe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The Stooles vpon the Floare we'll throw,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i2"><i>And roare about the Roome.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Muses here commanded them to stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Commending much the caridge of their Lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As greatly pleasd at this their madding Bout,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To heare how brauely they had borne it out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From first to the last, of which they were right glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this they found that <i>Helicon</i> still had<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That vertue it did anciently retaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>Orpheus Lynus</i> and th' Ascrean Swaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tooke lusty Rowses, which hath made their Rimes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">To last so long to all succeeding times.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now amongst this beauteous Beauie here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two wanton Nimphes, though dainty ones they were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Naijs</i> and <i>Cloe</i> in their female fits<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Longing to show the sharpnesse of their wits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the <i>nine Sisters</i> speciall leaue doe craue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the next Bout they two might freely haue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who hauing got the suffrages of all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to their Rimeing instantly they fall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><span class="i4">Naijs. <i>Amongst you all let us see</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i2"><i>Who ist opposes mee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Come on the proudest she</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To answere my dittye.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>Why </i>Naijs<i>, that am I,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Who dares thy pride defie.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And that we soone shall try</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Though thou be witty.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. Cloe <i>I scorne my Rime</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Should obserue feet or time,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Now I fall, then I clime,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i2"><i>Where i'st I dare not.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>Giue thy Invention wing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let her flert and fling,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Till downe the Rocks she ding,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>For that I care not.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>This presence delights me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>My freedome inuites me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The Season excytes me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In Rime to be merry.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>And I beyond measure,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i2"><i>Am rauisht with pleasure,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To answer each Ceasure,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Untill thou beist weary.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>Behold the Rosye Dawne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Rises in Tinsild Lawne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And smiling seemes to fawne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vpon the mountaines.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>Awaked from her Dreames,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Shooting foorth goulden Beames</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Dansing vpon the Streames</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i2"><i>Courting the Fountaines.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>These more then sweet Showrets,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Intice vp these Flowrets,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To trim vp our Bowrets,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Perfuming our Coats.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><span class="i4">Cloe. <i>Whilst the Birds billing</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Each one with his Dilling</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The thickets still filling</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With Amorous Noets.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>The Bees vp in hony rould,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i2"><i>More then their thighes can hould,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Lapt in their liquid gould,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Their Treasure vs Bringing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>To these Rillets purling</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vpon the stones Curling,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And oft about wherling,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Dance tow'ard their springing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>The Wood-Nimphes sit singing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Each Groue with notes ringing</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Whilst fresh Ver is flinging</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i2"><i>Her Bounties abroad.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>So much as the Turtle,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Upon the low Mertle,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To the meads fertle,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Her cares doth unload.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>Nay 'tis a world to see,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In euery bush and Tree,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The Birds with mirth and glee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Woo'd as they woe.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>The Robin and the Wren,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i2"><i>Every Cocke with his Hen,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Why should not we and men,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Doe as they doe.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>The Faires are hopping,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The small Flowers cropping,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And with dew dropping,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Skip thorow the Greaues.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>At Barly-breake they play</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Merrily all the day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>At night themselues they lay</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i2"><i>Vpon the soft leaues.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><span class="i4">Naijs. <i>The gentle winds sally,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vpon every Valley,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And many times dally</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And wantonly sport.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>About the fields tracing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Each other in chasing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And often imbracing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In amorous sort.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Naijs. <i>And Eccho oft doth tell</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i2"><i>Wondrous things from her Cell,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>As her what chance befell,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Learning to prattle.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloe. <i>And now she sits and mocks</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The Shepherds and their flocks,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the Heards from the Rocks</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Keeping their Cattle.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When to these Maids the Muses silence cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For 'twas the opinion of the Company,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That were not these two taken of, that they<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i0">Would in their Conflict wholly spend the day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When as the Turne to <i>Florimel</i> next came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Nimph for Beauty of especiall name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet was she not so Iolly as the rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though she were by her companions prest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet she by no intreaty would be wrought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sing, as by th' Elizian Lawes she ought:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When two bright Nimphes that her companions were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of all other onely held her deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mild <i>Claris</i> and <i>Mertilla</i>, with faire speech<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i0">Their most beloued <i>Florimel</i> beseech,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'obserue the Muses, and the more to wooe her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They take their turnes, and thus they sing vnto her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cloris. <i>Sing, </i>Florimel<i>, O sing, and wee</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Our whole wealth will giue to thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>We'll rob the brim of euery Fountaine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Strip the sweets from euery Mountaine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>We will sweepe the curled valleys,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Brush the bancks that mound our allyes,</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>We will muster natures dainties</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i2"><i>When she wallowes in her plentyes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The lushyous smell of euery flower</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>New washt by an Aprill shower,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The Mistresse of her store we'll make thee</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That she for her selfe shall take thee;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Can there be a dainty thing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That's not thine if thou wilt sing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Mertilla. <i>When the dew in May distilleth,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the Earths rich bosome filleth,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And with Pearle embrouds each Meadow,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i2"><i>We will make them like a widow,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And in all their Beauties dresse thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And of all their spoiles possesse thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With all the bounties Zephyre brings,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Breathing on the yearely springs,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The gaudy bloomes of euery Tree</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In their most beauty when they be,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>What is here that may delight thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Or to pleasure may excite thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Can there be a dainty thing</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>260</span><span class="i2"><i>That's not thine if thou wilt sing.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But <i>Florimel</i> still sullenly replyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will not sing at all, let that suffice:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When as a Nimph one of the merry ging<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing she no way could be wonne to sing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, come, quoth she, ye vtterly vndoe her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With your intreaties, and your reuerence to her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For praise nor prayers, she careth not a pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They that our froward <i>Florimel</i> would winne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must worke another way, let me come to her,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>270</span><span class="i0">Either Ile make her sing, or Ile vndoe her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Claia. Florimel <i>I thus coniure thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Since their gifts cannot alure thee;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By stampt Garlick, that doth stink</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Worse then common Sewer, or Sink,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By Henbane, Dogsbane, Woolfsbane, sweet</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>As any Clownes or Carriers feet,</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>By stinging Nettles, pricking Teasels</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Raysing blisters like the measels,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By the rough Burbreeding docks,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Rancker then the oldest Fox,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>280</span><span class="i2"><i>By filthy Hemblock, poysning more</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Then any vlcer or old sore,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By the Cockle in the corne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That smels farre worse then doth burnt horne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By Hempe in water that hath layne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By whose stench the Fish are slayne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>By Toadflax which your Nose may tast,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>If you haue a minde to cast,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>May all filthy stinking Weeds</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>290</span><span class="i2"><i>That e'r bore leafe, or e'r had seeds,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Florimel <i>be giuen to thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>If thou'lt not sing as well as wee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At which the Nimphs to open laughter fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the rest the beauteous <i>Florimel</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Pleasd with the spell from <i>Claia</i> that came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mirthfull Gerle and giuen to sport and game)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As gamesome growes as any of them all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to this ditty instantly doth fall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Florimel. <i>How in my thoughts should I contriue</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>300</span><span class="i2"><i>The Image I am framing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Which is so farre superlatiue,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>As tis beyond all naming;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>I would </i>Ioue<i> of my counsell make,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And haue his judgement in it,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>But that I doubt he would mistake</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>How rightly to begin it,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>It must be builded in the Ayre,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And tis my thoughts must doo it,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And onely they must be the stayre</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>310</span><span class="i2"><i>From earth to mount me to it,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>For of my Sex I frame my Lay,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Each houre, our selues forsaking,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>How should I then finde out the way</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To this my vndertaking,</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>When our weake Fancies working still,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Yet changing every minnit,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Will shew that it requires some skill,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Such difficulty's in it.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>We would things, yet we know not what,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>320</span><span class="i2"><i>And let our will be granted,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Yet instantly we finde in that</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Something vnthought of wanted:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Our ioyes and hopes such shadowes are,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>As with our motions varry,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Which when we oft haue fetcht from farre,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With us they neuer tarry:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Some worldly crosse doth still attend,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>What long we haue in spinning,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And e'r we fully get the end</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>330</span><span class="i2"><i>We lose of our beginning.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Our pollicies so peevish are,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That with themselues they wrangle,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And many times become the snare</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That soonest vs intangle;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>For that the Loue we beare our Friends</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Though nere so strongly grounded,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Hath in it certaine oblique ends</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>If to the bottome sounded:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Our owne well wishing making it,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>340</span><span class="i2"><i>A pardonable Treason;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>For that is deriud from witt,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And vnderpropt with reason.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>For our Deare selues beloued sake</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>(Euen in the depth of passion)</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Our Center though our selues we make,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Yet is not that our station;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>For whilst our Browes ambitious be</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And youth at hand awayts vs,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>It is a pretty thing to see</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>350</span><span class="i2"><i>How finely Beautie cheats vs,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And whilst with tyme we tryfling stand</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To practise Antique graces</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Age with a pale and withered hand</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Drawes Furowes in our faces.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span><span class="i0">When they which so desirous were before<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hear her sing; desirous are far more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To haue her cease; and call to haue her stayd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she to much alredy had bewray'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as the <i>thrice three Sisters</i> thus had grac'd<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>360</span><span class="i0">Their Celebration, and themselues had plac'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon a Violet banck, in order all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where they at will might view the Festifall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nimphs and all the lusty youth that were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At this braue Nimphall, by them honored there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Gratifie the heauenly Gerles againe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lastly prepare in state to entertaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those sacred Sisters, fairely and confer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On each of them, their prayse particular<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus the Nimphes to the nine Muses sung.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>370</span><span class="i0">When as the Youth and Forresters among<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That well prepared for this businesse were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Become the <i>Chorus</i>, and thus sung they there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. Clio <i>then first of those Celestiall nine</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That daily offer to the sacred shryne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Of wise </i>Apollo<i>; Queene of Stories,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Thou that vindicat'st the glories</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Of passed ages, and renewst</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Their acts which euery day thou viewst,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And from a lethargy dost keepe</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>380</span><span class="i2"><i>Old nodding time, else prone to sleepe.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. Clio <i>O craue of </i>Phœbus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs, for his Altars with his holiest fire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. Melpomine <i>thou melancholly Maid</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Next, to wise </i>Phœbus<i> we inuoke thy ayd,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In Buskins that dost stride the Stage,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And in thy deepe distracted rage,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In blood-shed that dost take delight,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>390</span><span class="i2"><i>Thy obiect the most fearfull sight,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That louest the sighes, the shreekes, and sounds</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Of horrors, that arise from wounds.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><span class="i4">Chorus. <i>Sad Muse, O craue of </i>Phœbus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Altars, with his holiest fire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. <i>Comick </i>Thalia<i> then we come to thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Thou mirthfull Mayden, onely that in glee</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And loues deceits, thy pleasure tak'st,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>400</span><span class="i2"><i>Of which thy varying Scene that mak'st</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And in thy nimble Sock do'st stirre</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Loude laughter through the Theater,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That with the Peasant mak'st the sport,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>As well as with the better sort.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. Thalia <i>craue of </i>Phœbus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Alters with his holyest fier;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life, and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. Euterpe <i>next to thee we will proceed,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>410</span><span class="i2"><i>That first sound'st out the Musick on the Reed,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With breath and fingers giu'ng life,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To the shrill Cornet and the Fyfe.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Teaching euery stop and kaye,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>To those vpon the Pipe that playe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Those which Wind-Instruments we call</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Or soft, or lowd, or greate, or small,</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. Euterpe <i>aske of </i>Phebus<i> to inspire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Alters with his holyest fire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>420</span><span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. Terpsichore <i>that of the Lute and Lyre,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And Instruments that sound with Cords and wyere,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That art the Mistres, to commaund</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The touch of the most Curious hand,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>When euery Quauer doth Imbrace</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>His like in a true Diapase,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And euery string his sound doth fill</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Toucht with the Finger or the Quill.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. Terpsichore, <i>craue </i>Phebus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>430</span><span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Alters with his holyest fier</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. <i>Then </i>Erato<i> wise muse on thee we call,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In Lynes to vs that do'st demonstrate all,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Which neatly, with thy staffe and Bowe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Do'st measure, and proportion showe;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Motion and Gesture that dost teach</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That euery height and depth canst reach,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And do'st demonstrate by thy Art</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>440</span><span class="i2"><i>What nature else would not Impart.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. <i>Deare </i>Erato<i> craue </i>Phebus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Alters with his holyest fire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. <i>To thee then braue </i>Caliope<i> we come</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Thou that maintain'st, the Trumpet, and the Drum;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The neighing Steed that louest to heare,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Clashing of Armes doth please thine eare,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In lofty Lines that do'st rehearse</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>450</span><span class="i2"><i>Things worthy of a thundring verse,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And at no tyme are heard to straine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>On ought that suits a Common vayne.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. Caliope<i>, craue </i>Phebus<i> to inspire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Alters with his holyest fier,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nimphes. <i>Then </i>Polyhymnia<i> most delicious Mayd,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In Rhetoricks Flowers that art arayd,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In Tropes and Figures, richly drest,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>460</span><span class="i2"><i>The Fyled Phrase that louest best,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That art all Elocution, and</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The first that gau'st to vnderstand</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>The force of wordes in order plac'd</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And with a sweet deliuery grac'd.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. <i>Sweet Muse perswade our </i>Phœbus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Altars, with his holiest fire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span><span class="i4">Nimphes. <i>Lofty </i>Vrania<i> then we call to thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>470</span><span class="i2"><i>To whom the Heauens for euer opened be,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Thou th' Asterismes by name dost call,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And shewst when they doe rise and fall</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Each Planets force, and dost diuine</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>His working, seated in his Signe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And how the starry Frame still roules</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Betwixt the fixed stedfast Poles.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus. Vrania <i>aske of </i>Phœbus<i> to inspire</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Vs for his Altars with his holiest fire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>480</span><span class="i2"><i>Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The fourth Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Cloris</span> and <span class="smcap">Mertilla</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Chaste </i>Cloris<i> doth disclose the shames</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Of the Felician frantique Dames,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10">Mertilla <i>striues t' apease her woe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>To golden wishes then they goe.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8"><i>Mertilla.</i> Why how now <i>Cloris</i>, what, thy head<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Bound with forsaken Willow?<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Is the cold ground become thy bed?<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The grasse become thy Pillow?<br /></span> +<span class="i6">O let not those life-lightning eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i6">In this sad vayle be shrowded,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Which into mourning puts the Skyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">To see them ouer-clowded.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8"><i>Cloris.</i> O my <i>Mertilla</i> doe not praise<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i6">These Lampes so dimly burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Such sad and sullen lights as these<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Were onely made for mourning:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Their obiects are the barren Rocks<br /></span> +<span class="i6">With aged Mosse o'r shaded;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Now whilst the Spring layes forth her Locks<br /></span> +<span class="i6">With blossomes brauely braded.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><span class="i8"><i>Mertilla.</i> O <i>Cloris</i>, Can there be a Spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">O my deare Nimph, there may not,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Wanting thine eyes it forth to bring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i6">Without which Nature cannot:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Say what it is that troubleth thee<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Encreast by thy concealing,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Speake; sorrowes many times we see<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Are lesned by reuealing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8"><i>Cloris.</i> Being of late too vainely bent<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And but at too much leisure;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Not with our Groves and Downes content,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">But surfetting in pleasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Felicia's Fields I would goe see,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i6">Where fame to me reported,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The choyce Nimphes of the world to be<br /></span> +<span class="i6">From meaner beauties sorted;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Hoping that I from them might draw<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Some graces to delight me,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">But there such monstrous shapes I saw,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That to this houre affright me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Throw the thick Hayre, that thatch'd their Browes,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Their eyes vpon me stared,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Like to those raging frantique Froes<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i6">For <i>Bacchus</i> Feasts prepared:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Their Bodies, although straight by kinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Yet they so monstrous make them,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That for huge Bags blowne vp with wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">You very well may take them.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Their Bowels in their Elbowes are,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Whereon depend their Panches,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And their deformed Armes by farre<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Made larger than their Hanches:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">For their behauiour and their grace,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i6">Which likewise should haue priz'd them,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Their manners were as beastly base<br /></span> +<span class="i6">As th' rags that so disguisd them;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">All Anticks, all so impudent,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">So fashon'd out of fashion,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">As blacke <i>Cocytus</i> vp had sent<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><span class="i6">Her Fry into this nation,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Whose monstrousnesse doth so perplex,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Of Reason and depriues me,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That for their sakes I loath my sex,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i6">Which to this sadnesse driues me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8"><i>Mertilla.</i> O my deare <i>Cloris</i> be not sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Nor with these Furies danted,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">But let these female fooles be mad,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">With Hellish pride inchanted;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Let not thy noble thoughts descend<br /></span> +<span class="i6">So low as their affections;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Whom neither counsell can amend,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Nor yet the Gods corrections:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Such mad folks ne'r let vs bemoane,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i6">But rather scorne their folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And since we two are here alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">To banish melancholly,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Leaue we this lowly creeping vayne<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Not worthy admiration,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And in a braue and lofty strayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Lets exercise our passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">With wishes of each others good,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">From our abundant treasures,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And in this iocund sprightly mood:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i6">Thus alter we our measures.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> O I could wish this place were strewd with Roses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that this Banck were thickly thrumd with Grasse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As soft as Sleaue, or Sarcenet euer was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereon my <i>Cloris</i> her sweet selfe reposes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> O that these Dewes Rosewater were for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Mists Perfumes that hang vpon these thicks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that the Winds were all Aromaticks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, if my wish could make them, they should bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> O that my Bottle one whole Diamond were,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">So fild with Nectar that a Flye might sup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at one draught that thou mightst drinke it vp,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet a Carouse not good enough I feare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> That all the Pearle, the Seas, or Indias haue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were well dissolu'd, and thereof made a Lake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou there in bathing, and I by to take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pleasure to see thee cleerer than the Waue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> O that the Hornes of all the Heards we see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were of fine gold, or else that euery horne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were like to that one of the Vnicorne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">And of all these, not one but were thy Fee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> O that their Hooues were Iuory, or some thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the pur'st Iuory farre more Christalline,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fild with the food wherewith the Gods doe dine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To keepe thy Youth in a continuall Spring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> O that the sweets of all the Flowers that grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The labouring ayre would gather into one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Gardens, Fields, nor Meadowes leauing none,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all their Sweetnesse vpon thee would throw.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> Nay that those sweet harmonious straines we heare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">Amongst the liuely Birds melodious Layes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they recording sit vpon the Sprayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were houering still for Musick at thine eare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> O that thy name were caru'd on euery Tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That as these plants still great, and greater grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy name deare Nimph might be enlarged so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That euery Groue and Coppis might speake thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> Nay would thy name vpon their Rynds were set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by the Nimphes so oft and lowdly spoken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As that the Ecchoes to that language broken<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Thy happy name might hourely counterfet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> O let the Spring still put sterne winter by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in rich Damaske let her Reuell still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As it should doe if I might haue my will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou mightst still walke on her Tapistry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus since Fate no longer time alowes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnder this broad and shady Sicamore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where now we sit, as we haue oft before;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those yet vnborne shall offer vp their Vowes.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The fift Nimphall</h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Claia</span>, <span class="smcap">Lelipa</span>, <span class="smcap">Clarinax</span> a Hermit.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Of Garlands, Anadems, and Wreathes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>This Nimphall nought but sweetnesse breathes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Presents you with delicious Posies,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And with powerfull Simples closes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> See where old <i>Clarinax</i> is set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His sundry Simples sorting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whose experience we may get<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What worthy is reporting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then <i>Lelipa</i> let vs draw neere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst he his weedes is weathering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see some powerfull Simples there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he hath late bin gathering.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hail gentle Hermit, <i>Iove</i> thee speed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And haue thee in his keeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euer helpe thee at thy need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be thou awake or sleeping.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Clarinax.</i> Ye payre of most Celestiall lights,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Beauties three times burnisht,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who could expect such heauenly wights<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Angels features furnisht;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What God doth guide you to this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To blesse my homely Bower?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It cannot be but this high grace<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Proceeds from some high power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The houres like hand-maids still attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disposed at your pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ordayned to noe other end<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to awaite your leasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Deawes drawne vp into the Aer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by your breathes perfumed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In little Clouds doe houer there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As loath to be consumed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Aer moues not but as you please,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">So much sweet Nimphes it owes you,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><span class="i0">The winds doe cast them to their ease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And amorously inclose you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> Be not too lauish of thy praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou good Elizian Hermit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest some to heare such words as these,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps may flattery tearme it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But of your Simples something say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which may discourse affoord vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We know your knowledge lyes that way,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">With subiects you haue stor'd vs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> We know for Physick yours you get,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which thus you heere are sorting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vpon garlands we are set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Wreathes and Posyes sporting:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> The Chaplet and the Anadem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The curled Tresses crowning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We looser Nimphes delight in them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not in your Wreathes renowning.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Clarinax.</i> The Garland long agoe was worne,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">As Time pleased to bestow it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lawrell onely to adorne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Conquerer and the Poet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Palme his due, who vncontrould,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On danger looking grauely,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Fate had done the worst it could,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who bore his Fortunes brauely.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most worthy of the Oken Wreath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Ancients him esteemed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who in a Battle had from death<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Some man of worth redeemed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About his temples Grasse they tye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Himselfe that so behaued<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In some strong Seedge by th' Enemy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A City that hath saued.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Wreath of Vervaine Herhauts weare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst our Garlands named,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being sent that dreadfull newes to beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Offensiue warre proclaimed.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><span class="i0">The Signe of Peace who first displayes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">The Oliue Wreath possesses:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Louer with the Myrtle Sprayes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Adornes his crisped Tresses.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Loue the sad forsaken wight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Willow Garland weareth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Funerall man befitting night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The balefull Cipresse beareth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To <i>Pan</i> we dedicate the Pine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Slips the Shepherd graceth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Againe the Ivie and the Vine<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">On his, swolne <i>Bacchus</i> placeth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> The Boughes and Sprayes, of which you tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By you are rightly named,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we with those of pretious smell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And colours are enflamed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noble Ancients to excite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men to doe things worth crowning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not vnperformed left a Rite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To heighten their renowning:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they that those rewards deuis'd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">And those braue wights that wore them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By these base times, though poorely priz'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet Hermit we adore them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The store of euery fruitfull Field<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We Nimphes at will possessing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From that variety they yeeld<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Get flowers for euery dressing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of which a Garland Ile compose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then busily attend me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These flowers I for that purpose chose,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">But where I misse amend me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Clarinax.</i> Well <i>Claia</i> on with your intent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lets see how you will weaue it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which done, here for a monument<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hope with me, you'll leaue it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Here Damaske Roses, white and red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of my lap first take I,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span><span class="i0">Which still shall runne along the thred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My chiefest Flower this make I:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst these Roses in a row,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">Next place I Pinks in plenty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These double Daysyes then for show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And will not this be dainty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pretty Pansy then Ile tye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Stones some Chaine inchasing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And next to them their neere Alye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The purple Violet placing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The curious choyce, Clove Iuly-flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose kinds hight the Carnation<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sweetnesse of most soueraine power<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Shall helpe my Wreath to fashion.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sundry cullers of one kinde<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First from one Root derived,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them in their seuerall sutes Ile binde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Garland so contriued;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A course of Cowslips then I'll stick,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here and there though sparely<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pleasant Primrose downe Ile prick<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Pearles, which will show rarely:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then with these Marygolds Ile make<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">My Garland somewhat swelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Honysuckles then Ile take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sweets shall helpe their smelling:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lilly and the Flower delice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For colour much contenting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that, I them doe only prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are but pore in senting:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Daffadill most dainty is<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To match with these in meetnesse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Columbyne compar'd to this,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">All much alike for sweetnesse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These in their natures onely are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fit to embosse the border,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore Ile take especiall care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To place them in their order:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet-Williams, Campions, Sops-in-Wine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One by another neatly:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><span class="i0">Thus haue I made this Wreath of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And finished it featly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> Your Garland thus you finisht haue,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">Then as we haue attended<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your leasure, likewise let me craue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I may the like be friended.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those gaudy garish Flowers you chuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which our Nimphes are flaunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which they at Feasts and Brydals vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sight and smell inchanting:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Chaplet me of Hearbs Ile make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then which though yours be brauer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet this of myne I'le vndertake<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0">Shall not be short in fauour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Basill then I will begin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose scent is wondrous pleasing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Eglantine I'le next put in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sense with sweetnes seasing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then in my Lauender I'le lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Muscado put among it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here and there a leafe of Bay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which still shall runne along it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Germander, Marieram, and Tyme<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0">Which vsed are for strewing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Hisop as an hearbe most pryme<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in my wreath bestowing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Balme and Mynt helps to make vp<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Chaplet, and for Tryall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Costmary that so likes the Cup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And next it Penieryall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Burnet shall beare vp with this<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose leafe I greatly fansy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some Camomile doth not amisse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i0">With Sauory and some Tansy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then heere and there I'le put a sprig<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Rosemary into it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus not too little or too big<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tis done if I can doe it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Clarinax.</i> <i>Claia</i> your Garland is most gaye,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><span class="i0">Compos'd of curious Flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so most louely <i>Lelipa</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Chaplet is of yours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In goodly Gardens yours you get<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0">Where you your laps haue laded;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My symples are by Nature set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Groues and Fields vntraded.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Flowers most curiously you twyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each one his place supplying.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But these rough harsher Hearbs of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About me rudely lying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of which some dwarfish Weeds there be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some of a larger stature,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some by experience as we see,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i0">Whose names expresse their nature,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heere is my Moly of much fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Magicks often vsed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mugwort and Night-shade for the same<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not by me abused;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Henbane, Popy, Hemblock here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Procuring Deadly sleeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which I doe minister with Feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not fit for each mans keeping.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heere holy Veruayne, and heere Dill,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i0">Against witchcraft much auailing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Horhound gainst the Mad dogs ill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By biting, neuer failing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Mandrake that procureth loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In poysning philters mixed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And makes the Barren fruitfull proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Root about them fixed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inchaunting Lunary here lyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Sorceries excelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this is Dictam, which we prize<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i0">Shot shafts and Darts expelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Saxifrage against the stone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Powerfull is approued,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Dodder by whose helpe alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ould Agues are remoued<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Mercury, here Helibore,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span><span class="i0">Ould Vlcers mundifying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Shepheards-Purse the Flux most sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That helpes by the applying;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here wholsome Plantane, that the payne<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i0">Of Eyes and Eares appeases;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here cooling Sorrell that againe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We vse in hot diseases:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The medcinable Mallow here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Asswaging sudaine Tumors,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The iagged Polypodium there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To purge ould rotten humors,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Next these here Egremony is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That helpes the Serpents byting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blessed Betony by this,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i0">Whose cures deseruen writing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This All-heale, and so nam'd of right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New wounds so quickly healing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand more I could recyte,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most worthy of Reuealing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that I hindred am by Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And busnesse doth preuent me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cure a mad man, which of late<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is from Felicia sent me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Nay then thou hast inough to doe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i0">We pity thy enduring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they are there infected soe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they are past thy curing.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The sixt Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Silvivs</span>, <span class="smcap">Halcivs</span>, <span class="smcap">Melanthvs</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>A Woodman, Fisher, and a Swaine</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>This Nimphall through with mirth maintaine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Whose pleadings so the Nimphes doe please,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>That presently they giue them Bayes.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cleere had the day bin from the dawne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All chequerd was the Skye,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><span class="i0">Thin Clouds like Scarfs of Cobweb Lawne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vayld Heauen's most glorious eye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Winde had no more strength then this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That leasurely it blew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make one leafe the next to kisse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That closly by it grew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Rils that on the Pebbles playd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Might now be heard at will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This world they onely Musick made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else euerything was still.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Flowers like braue embraudred Gerles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lookt as they much desired,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see whose head with orient Pearles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most curiously was tyred;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to it selfe the subtle Ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such souerainty assumes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it receiu'd too large a share<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">From natures rich perfumes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the Elizian Youth were met,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That were of most account,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to disport themselues were set<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon an easy Mount:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neare which, of stately Firre and Pine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There grew abundant store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Tree that weepeth Turpentine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shady Sicamore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst this merry youthfull trayne<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">A Forrester they had,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Fisher, and a Shepheards swayne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A liuely Countrey Lad:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betwixt which three a question grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who should the worthiest be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which violently they pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor stickled would they be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it the Company doth please<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This ciuill strife to stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Freely to heare what each of these<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">For his braue selfe could say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When first this Forrester (of all)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>Silvius</i> had to name,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><span class="i0">To whom the Lot being cast doth fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth thus begin the Game.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Silvius.</i> For my profession then, and for the life I lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All others to excell, thus for my selfe I plead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am the Prince of sports, the Forrest is my Fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's not vpon the Earth for pleasure liues like me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Morne no sooner puts her rosye Mantle on,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">But from my quyet Lodge I instantly am gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the melodious Birds from euery Bush and Bryer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the wilde spacious Wasts, make a continuall quire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The motlied Meadowes then, new vernisht with the Sunne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shute vp their spicy sweets vpon the winds that runne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In easly ambling Gales, and softly seeme to pace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it the longer might their lushiousnesse imbrace:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am clad in youthfull Greene, I other colour, scorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My silken Bauldrick beares my Beugle, or my Horne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which setting to my Lips, I winde so lowd and shrill,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">As makes the Ecchoes showte from euery neighbouring Hill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Doghooke at my Belt, to which my Lyam's tyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Sheafe of Arrowes by, my Woodknife at my Syde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Crosse-bow in my Hand, my Gaffle or my Rack<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bend it when I please, or it I list to slack,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Hound then in my Lyam, I by the Woodmans art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forecast, where I may lodge the goodly Hie-palm'd Hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To viewe the grazing Heards, so sundry times I vse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where by the loftiest Head I know my Deare to chuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to vnheard him then, I gallop o'r the ground<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Vpon my wel-breath'd Nag, to cheere my earning Hound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometime I pitch my Toyles the Deare aliue to take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometime I like the Cry, the deep-mouth'd Kennell make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then vnderneath my Horse, I staulke my game to strike,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with a single Dog to hunt him hurt, I like.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Siluians are to me true subiects, I their King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stately Hart, his Hind doth to my presence bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Buck his loued Doe, the Roe his tripping Mate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before me to my Bower, whereas I sit in State.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Dryads, Hamadryads, the Satyres and the Fawnes<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Oft play at Hyde and Seeke before me on the Lawnes,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><span class="i0">The frisking Fayry oft when horned Cinthia shines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before me as I walke dance wanton Matachynes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The numerous feathered flocks that the wild Forrests haunt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Siluan songs to me, in cheerefull dittyes chaunte,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Shades like ample Sheelds, defend me from the Sunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through which me to refresh the gentle Riuelets runne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No little bubling Brook from any Spring that falls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on the Pebbles playes me pretty Madrigals.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I' th' morne I clime the Hills, where wholsome winds do blow,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">At Noone-tyde to the Vales, and shady Groues below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'wards Euening I againe the Chrystall Floods frequent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In pleasure thus my life continually is spent.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Princes and great Lords haue Pallaces, so I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haue in the Forrests here, my Hall and Gallery<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tall and stately Woods, which vnderneath are Plaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Groues my Gardens are, the Heath and Downes againe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My wide and spacious walkes, then say all what ye can,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Forrester is still your only gallant man.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He of his speech scarce made an end,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">But him they load with prayse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nimphes most highly him commend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vow to giue him Bayes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's now cryde vp of euery one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And who but onely he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Forrester's the man alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The worthyest of the three.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When some then th' other farre more stayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wil'd them a while to pause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there was more yet to be sayd,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">That might deserve applause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>Halcius</i> his turne next plyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And silence hauing wonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Roome for the fisher man he cryes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus his Plea begunne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Halcius.</i> No Forrester, it so must not be borne away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But heare what for himselfe the Fisher first can say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Chrystall current Streames continually I keepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where euery Pearle-pau'd Foard, and euery Blew-eyd deepe<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><span class="i0">With me familiar are; when in my Boate being set,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">My Oare I take in hand, my Augle and my Net<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About me; like a Prince my selfe in state I steer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now vp, now downe the Streame, now am I here, now ther,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Pilot and the Fraught my selfe; and at my ease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can land me where I list, or in what place I please,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Siluer-scaled Sholes, about me in the Streames,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As thick as ye discerne the Atoms in the Beames,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neare to the shady Banck where slender Sallowes grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Willows their shag'd tops downe t'wards the waters bow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I shove in with my Boat to sheeld me from the heat,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">Where chusing from my Bag, some prou'd especiall bayt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The goodly well growne Trout I with my Angle strike,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with my bearded Wyer I take the rauenous Pike,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of whom when I haue hould, he seldome breakes away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though at my Lynes full length, soe long I let him play<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till by my hand I finde he well-nere wearyed be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When softly by degrees I drawe him vp to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lusty Samon to, I oft with Angling take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which me aboue the rest most Lordly sport doth make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who feeling he is caught, such Frisks and bounds doth fetch,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">And by his very strength my Line soe farre doth stretch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As draws my floating Corcke downe to the very ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wresting at my Rod, doth make my Boat turne round.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I neuer idle am, some tyme I bayt my Weeles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With which by night I take the dainty siluer Eeles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with my Draughtnet then, I sweepe the streaming Flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to my Tramell next, and Cast-net from the Mud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I beate the Scaly brood, noe hower I idely spend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But wearied with my worke I bring the day to end:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Naijdes and Nymphes that in the Riuers keepe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">Which take into their care, the store of euery deepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the Flowery flags, the Bullrushes and Reed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That of the Spawne haue charge (abundantly to breed)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well mounted vpon Swans, their naked bodys lend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my discerning eye, and on my Boate attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dance vpon the Waues, before me (for my sake)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To th' Musick the soft wynd vpon the Reeds doth make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for my pleasure more, the rougher Gods of Seas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From <i>Neptune's</i> Court send in the blew Neriades,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span><span class="i0">Which from his bracky Realme vpon the Billowes ride<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0">And beare the Riuers backe with euery streaming Tyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those Billowes gainst my Boate, borne with delightfull Gales,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft seeming as I rowe to tell me pretty tales,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst Ropes of liquid Pearle still load my laboring Oares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As streacht vpon the Streame they stryke me to the Shores:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silent medowes seeme delighted with my Layes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As sitting in my Boate I sing my Lasses praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let them that like, the Forrester vp cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your noble Fisher is your only man say I.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This speech of <i>Halcius</i> turn'd the Tyde,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0">And brought it so about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all vpon the Fisher cryde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he would beare it out;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him for the speech he made, to clap<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who lent him not a hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And said t'would be the Waters hap,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quite to put downe the Land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This while <i>Melanthus</i> silent sits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(For so the Shepheard hight)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hauing heard these dainty wits,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i0">Each pleading for his right;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To heare them honor'd in this wise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His patience doth prouoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When for a Shepheard roome he cryes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for himselfe thus spoke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Melanthus.</i> Well Fisher you haue done, and Forrester for you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Tale is neatly tould, s'are both's to giue you due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now my turne comes next, then heare a Shepherd speak:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My watchfulnesse and care giues day scarce leaue to break,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to the Fields I haste, my folded flock to see,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0">Where when I finde, nor Woolfe, nor Fox, hath iniur'd me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I to my Bottle straight, and soundly baste my Throat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which done, some Country Song or Roundelay I roate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So merrily; that to the musick that I make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I Force the Larke to sing ere she be well awake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then <i>Baull</i> my cut-tayld Curre and I begin to play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He o'r my Shephooke leapes, now th'one, now th'other way,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><span class="i0">Then on his hinder feet he doth himselfe aduance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I tune, and to my note, my liuely Dog doth dance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then whistle in my Fist, my fellow Swaynes to call,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i0">Downe goe our Hooks and Scrips, and we to Nine-holes fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At Dust-point, or at Quoyts, else are we at it hard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All false and cheating Games, we Shepheards are debard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suruaying of my sheepe if Ewe or Wether looke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though it were amisse, or with my Curre, or Crooke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I take it, and when once I finde what it doth ayle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It hardly hath that hurt, but that my skill can heale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when my carefull eye, I cast vpon my sheepe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sort them in my Pens, and sorted soe I keepe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those that are bigst of Boane, I still reserue for breed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i0">My Cullings I put off, or for the Chapman feed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the Euening doth approach I to my Bagpipe take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to my Grazing flocks such Musick then I make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they forbeare to feed; then me a King you see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I playing goe before, my Subiects followe me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Bell-weather most braue, before the rest doth stalke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Father of the flocke, and after him doth walke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My writhen-headed Ram, with Posyes crowned in pride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fast to his crooked hornes with Rybands neatly ty'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at our Shepheards Board that's cut out of the ground,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i0">My fellow Swaynes and I together at it round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Greencheese, clouted Cream, with Flawns, and Custards, stord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whig, Sider, and with Whey, I domineer a Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When shering time is come I to the Riuer driue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My goodly well-fleec'd Flocks: (by pleasure thus I thriue)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which being washt at will; vpon the shering day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My wooll I foorth in Loaks, fit for the wynder lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which vpon lusty heapes into my Coate I heaue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in the Handling feeles as soft as any Sleaue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When euery Ewe two Lambes, that yeaned hath that yeare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i0">About her new shorne neck a Chaplet then doth weare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Tarboxe, and my Scrip, my Bagpipe, at my back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Sheephooke in my hand, what can I say I lacke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He that a Scepter swayd, a sheephooke in his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath not disdaind to haue, for Shepheards then I stand;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><span class="i0">Then Forester and you my Fisher cease your strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I say your Shepheard leads your onely merry life,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They had not cryd the Forester,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Fisher vp before,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So much: but now the Nimphes preferre,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i0">The Shephard ten tymes more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Ging goes on his side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Minion him they make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him themselues they all apply'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all his partie take;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till some in their discretion cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since first the strife begunne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all that from them there had past<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None absolutly wonne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That equall honour they should share;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i0">And their deserts to showe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For each a Garland they prepare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which they on them bestowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the choisest flowers that weare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which purposly they gather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With which they Crowne them, parting there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they came first together.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The seuenth Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Florimel</span>, <span class="smcap">Lelipa</span>, <span class="smcap">Naijs</span>, <span class="smcap">Codrvs</span> a +Feriman.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>The Nimphes, the Queene of loue pursue,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Which oft doth hide her from their view:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>But lastly from th' Elizian Nation,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>She banisht is by Proclamation</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Florimel.</i> Deare <i>Lelipa</i>, where hast thou bin so long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was't not enough for thee to doe me wrong;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rob me of thy selfe, but with more spight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To take my <i>Naijs</i> from me, my delight?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yee lazie Girles, your heads where haue ye layd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whil'st <i>Venus</i> here her anticke prankes hath playd?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> Nay <i>Florimel</i>, we should of you enquire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The onely Mayden, whom we all admire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Beauty, Wit, and Chastity, that you<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Amongst the rest of all our Virgin crue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In quest of her, that you so slacke should be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaue the charge to Naijs and to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Florimel.</i> Y'are much mistaken <i>Lelipa</i>, 'twas I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the Nimphes, that first did her descry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At our great Hunting, when as in the Chase<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the rest, me thought I saw one face<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So exceeding faire, and curious, yet vnknowne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I that face not possibly could owne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the course, so Goddesse like a gate,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Each step so full of maiesty and state;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with my selfe, I thus resolu'd that she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lesse then a Goddesse (surely) could not be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus as <i>Idalia</i>, stedfastly I ey'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A little Nimphe that kept close by her side<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I noted, as vnknowne as was the other,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which <i>Cupid</i> was disguis'd so by his mother.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The little purblinde Rogue, if you had seene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You would haue thought he verily had beene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One of <i>Diana's</i> Votaries so clad,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">He euery thing so like a Huntresse had:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she had put false eyes into his head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That very well he might vs all haue sped.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still they kept together in the Reare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as the Boy should haue shot at the Deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He shot amongst the Nimphes, which when I saw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Closer vp to them I began to draw;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fell to hearken, when they naught suspecting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because I seem'd them vtterly neglecting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I heard her say, my little <i>Cupid</i> too't,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Now Boy or neuer, at the Beuie shoot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haue at them <i>Venus</i> quoth the Boy anon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le pierce the proud'st, had she a heart of stone:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that I cryde out, Treason, Treason, when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nimphes that were before, turning agen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To vnderstand the meaning of this cry,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><span class="i0">They out of sight were vanish't presently.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus but for me, the Mother and the Sonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in Elizium, had vs all vndone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Naijs.</i> Beleeue me, gentle Maide, 'twas very well,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">But now heare me my beauteous <i>Florimel</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great <i>Mars</i> his Lemman being cryde out here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She to <i>Felicia</i> goes, still to be neare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' Elizian Nimphes, for at vs is her ayme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fond <i>Felicians</i> are her common game.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I vpon pleasure idly wandring thither,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Something worth laughter from those fooles to gather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Found her, who thus had lately beene surpriz'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearing the like, had her faire selfe disguis'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like an old Witch, and gaue out to haue skill<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">In telling Fortunes either good or ill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that more nearly she with them might close,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She cut the Cornes, of dainty Ladies Toes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She gaue them Phisicke, either to coole or mooue them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And powders too to make their sweet Hearts loue them:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her sonne <i>Cupid</i>, as her Zany went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carrying her boxes, whom she often sent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To know of her faire Patients how they slept.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By which meanes she, and the blinde Archer crept<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into their fauours, who would often Toy,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">And tooke delight in sporting with the Boy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which many times amongst his waggish tricks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These wanton Wenches in the bosome prickes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they before which had some franticke fits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were by his Witchcraft quite out of their wits.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watching this Wisard, my minde gaue me still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She some Impostor was, and that this skill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was counterfeit, and had some other end.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For which discouery, as I did attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her wrinckled vizard being very thin,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">My piercing eye perceiu'd her cleerer skin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the thicke Riuels perfectly to shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I perceiu'd a beauty so diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As that so clouded, I began to pry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A little nearer, when I chanc't to spye<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><span class="i0">That pretty Mole vpon her Cheeke, which when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw; suruaying euery part agen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon her left hand, I perceiu'd the skarre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which she receiued in the Troian warre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when I found, I could not chuse but smile.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">She, who againe had noted me the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, by my carriage, found I had descry'd her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slipt out of sight, and presently doth hide her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> Nay then my dainty Girles, I make no doubt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I my selfe as strangely found her out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As either of you both; in Field and Towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When like a Pedlar she went vp and downe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she had got a pretty handsome Packe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which she had fardled neatly at her backe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And opening it, she had the perfect cry,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">Come my faire Girles, let's see, what will you buy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here be fine night Maskes, plastred well within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To supple wrinckles, and to smooth the skin:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heer's Christall, Corall, Bugle, Iet, in Beads,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cornelian Bracelets for my dainty Maids:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Periwigs and Searcloth-Gloues doth show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make their hands as white as Swan or Snow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then takes she forth a curious gilded boxe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was not opened but by double locks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Takes them aside, and doth a Paper spred,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">In which was painting both for white and red:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And next a piece of Silke, wherein there lyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the decay'd, false Breasts, false Teeth, false Eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the while shee's opening of her Packe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cupid</i> with's wings bound close downe to his backe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Playing the Tumbler on a Table gets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shewes the Ladies many pretty feats.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I seeing behinde him that he had such things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For well I knew no boy but he had wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I view'd his Mothers beauty, which to me<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Lesse then a Goddesse said, she could not be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that quoth I to her, this other day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As you doe now, so one that came this way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shew'd me a neate piece, with the needle wrought,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><span class="i0">How <i>Mars</i> and <i>Venus</i> were together caught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By polt-foot <i>Vulcan</i> in an Iron net;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It grieu'd me after that I chanc't to let,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It to goe from me: whereat waxing red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into her Hamper she hung downe her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she had stoup't some noueltie to seeke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">But 'twas indeed to hide her blushing Cheeke:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she her Trinkets trusseth vp anon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'r we were 'ware, and instantly was gone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Florimel.</i> But hearke you Nimphes, amongst our idle prate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tis current newes through the Elizian State,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>Venus</i> and her Sonne were lately seene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in <i>Elizium</i>, whence they oft haue beene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Banisht by our Edict, and yet still merry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were here in publique row'd o'r at the Ferry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where as 'tis said, the Ferryman and she<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">Had much discourse, she was so full of glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Codrus</i> much wondring at the blind Boyes Bow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Naijs.</i> And what it was, that easly you may know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Codrus</i> himselfe comes rowing here at hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> <i>Codrus</i> Come hither, let your Whirry stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hope vpon you, ye will take no state<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because two Gods haue grac't your Boat of late;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Good Ferry-man I pray thee let vs heare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What talke ye had, aboard thee whilst they were.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Codrus.</i> Why thus faire Nimphes.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0">As I a Fare had lately past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thought that side to ply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I heard one as it were in haste;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Boate, a Boate, to cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which as I was aboute to bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And came to view my Fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought I; what more then heauenly thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath fortune hither brought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She seeing mine eyes still on her were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soone, smilingly, quoth she;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0">Sirra, looke to your Roother there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why lookst thou thus at me?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span><span class="i0">And nimbly stept into my Boat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her a little Lad<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naked and blind, yet did I note,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Bow and Shafts he had,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And two Wings to his Shoulders fixt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which stood like little Sayles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With farre more various colours mixt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then be your Peacocks Tayles;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0">I seeing this little dapper Elfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such Armes as these to beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth I thus softly to my selfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What strange thing haue we here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I neuer saw the like thought I:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tis more then strange to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To haue a child haue wings to fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet want eyes to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sure this is some deuised toy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or it transform'd hath bin,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i0">For such a thing, halfe Bird, halfe Boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thinke was neuer seene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my Boat I turnd about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wistly viewd the Lad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cleerely saw his eyes were out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though Bow and Shafts he had.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As wistly she did me behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How likst thou him, quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why well, quoth I; and better should,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had he but eyes to see.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0">How sayst thou honest friend, quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt thou a Prentice take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thinke in time, though blind he be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Ferry-man hee'll make;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To guide my passage Boat quoth I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His fine hands were not made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hath beene bred too wantonly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To vndertake my trade;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why helpe him to a Master then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth she, such Youths be scant,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i0">It cannot be but there be men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That such a Boy do want.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span><span class="i0">Quoth I, when you your best haue done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No better way you'll finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to a Harper binde your Sonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since most of them are blind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The louely Mother and the Boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laught heartily thereat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As at some nimble iest or toy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To heare my homely Chat.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i0">Quoth I, I pray you let me know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Came he thus first to light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or by some sicknesse, hurt, or blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Depryued of his sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay sure, quoth she, he thus was borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tis strange borne blind, quoth I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feare you put this as a scorne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On my simplicity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth she, thus blind I did him beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth I, if't be no lye,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>220</span><span class="i0">Then he 's the first blind man Ile sweare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere practisd Archery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A man, quoth she, nay there you misse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He 's still a Boy as now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor to be elder then he is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gods will him alow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be no elder then he is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then sure he is some sprite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I straight replide, againe at this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Goddesse laught out right;<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>230</span><span class="i0">It is a mystery to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An Archer and yet blinde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth I againe, how can it be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he his marke should finde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gods, quoth she, whose will it was<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he should want his sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he in something should surpasse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To recompence their spight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaue him this gift, though at his Game<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He still shot in the darke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>240</span><span class="i0">That he should haue so certaine ayme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As not to misse his marke.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span><span class="i0">By this time we were come a shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When me my Fare she payd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not a word she vttered more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor had I her bewrayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>Venus</i> nor of <i>Cupid</i> I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before did neuer heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that Fisher comming by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, told me who they were.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='linenum'>250</span><span class="i2"><i>Florimel.</i> Well: against them then proceed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As before we haue decreed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the Goddesse and her Child,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be for euer hence exild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which <i>Lelipa</i> you shall proclaime<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In our wise <i>Apollo's</i> name.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Lelipa.</i> To all th' Elizian Nimphish Nation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus we make our Proclamation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against <i>Venus</i> and her Sonne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the mischeefe they haue done,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>260</span><span class="i0">After the next last of May,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fixt and peremtory day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If she or <i>Cupid</i> shall be found<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon our Elizian ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Edict, meere Rogues shall make them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as such, who ere shall take them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them shall into prison put,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cupids</i> wings shall then be cut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Bow broken, and his Arrowes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giuen to Boyes to shoot at Sparrowes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>270</span><span class="i0">And this Vagabund be sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hauing had due punishment<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To mount <i>Cytheron</i>, which first fed him:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where his wanton Mother bred him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there out of her protection<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dayly to receiue correction;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then her Pasport shall be made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to <i>Cyprus</i> Isle conuayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at <i>Paphos</i> in her Shryne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where she hath been held diuine,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>280</span><span class="i0">For her offences found contrite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There to liue an Anchorite.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The eight Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Mertilla</span>, <span class="smcap">Claia</span>, <span class="smcap">Cloris</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>A Nimph is marryed to a Fay,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Great preparations for the Day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>All Rites of Nuptials they recite you</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>To the Brydall and inuite you.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> But will our <i>Tita</i> wed this Fay?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Yea, and to morrow is the day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> But why should she bestow her selfe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon this dwarfish Fayry Elfe?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Why by her smalnesse you may finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she is of the Fayry kinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore apt to chuse her make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence she did her begining take:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides he 's deft and wondrous Ayrye,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And of the noblest of the Fayry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chiefe of the Crickets of much fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Fayry a most ancient name.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to be briefe, 'tis cleerely done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pretty wench is woo'd and wonne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> If this be so, let vs prouide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Ornaments to fit our Bryde.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they knowing she doth come<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From vs in <i>Elizium</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Queene <i>Mab</i> will looke she should be drest<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">In those attyres we thinke our best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore some curious things lets giue her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'r to her Spouse we her deliuer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> Ile haue a Iewell for her eare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Which for my sake Ile haue her weare)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'T shall be a Dewdrop, and therein<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Cupids I will haue a twinne,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span><span class="i0">Which strugling, with their wings shall break<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Bubble, out of which shall leak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So sweet a liquor as shall moue<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Each thing that smels, to be in loue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Beleeue me Gerle, this will be fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to this Pendant, then take mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Cup in fashion of a Fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Linxes piercing eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein there sticks a Sunny Ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shot in through the cleerest day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose brightnesse <i>Venus</i> selfe did moue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therein to put her drinke of Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which for more strength she did distill,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">The Limbeck was a <i>Phœnix</i> quill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At this Cups delicious brinke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Fly approching but to drinke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Amber or some precious Gumme<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It transparant doth become.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> For Iewels for her eares she's sped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for a dressing for her head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thinke for her I haue a Tyer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all Fayryes shall admyre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The yellowes in the full-blowne Rose,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Which in the top it doth inclose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like drops of gold Oare shall be hung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon her Tresses, and among<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those scattered seeds (the eye to please)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wings of the Cantharides:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With some o' th' Raine-bow that doth raile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those Moons in, in the Peacocks taile:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose dainty colours being mixt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With th' other beauties, and so fixt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her louely Tresses shall appeare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">As though vpon a flame they were.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to be sure she shall be gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll take those feathers from the Iay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About her eyes in Circlets set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be our <i>Tita's</i> Coronet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> Then dainty Girles I make no doubt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we shall neatly send her out:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let's amongst our selues agree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of what her wedding Gowne shall be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Of Pansie, Pincke, and Primrose leaues,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">Most curiously laid on in Threaues:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all embroydery to supply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Powthred with flowers of Rosemary:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A trayle about the skirt shall runne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Silkewormes finest, newly spunne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And euery Seame the Nimphs shall sew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With th' smallest of the Spinners Clue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hauing done their worke, againe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These to the Church shall beare her Traine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which for our <i>Tita</i> we will make<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Of the cast slough of a Snake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which quiuering as the winde doth blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sunne shall it like Tinsell shew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> And being led to meet her mate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make sure that she want no state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moones from the Peacockes tayle wee'll shred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With feathers from the Pheasants head:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mix'd with the plume of (so high price,)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The precious bird of Paradice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which to make vp, our Nimphes shall ply<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">Into a curious Canopy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Borne o're her head (by our enquiry)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Elfes, the fittest of the Faery.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> But all this while we haue forgot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Buskins, neighbours, haue we not?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> We had, for those I'le fit her now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They shall be of the Lady-Cow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dainty shell vpon her backe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Crimson strew'd with spots of blacke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which as she holds a stately pace,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">Her Leg will wonderfully grace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> But then for musicke of the best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This must be thought on for the Feast.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> The Nightingale of birds most choyce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To doe her best shall straine her voyce;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to this bird to make a Set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Mauis, Merle, and Robinet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Larke, the Lennet, and the Thrush,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That make a Quier of euery Bush.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for still musicke, we will keepe<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">The Wren, and Titmouse, which to sleepe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall sing the Bride, when shee's alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rest into their chambers gone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like those vpon Ropes that walke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Gossimer, from staulke to staulke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tripping Fayry tricks shall play<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The euening of the wedding day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> But for the Bride-bed, what were fit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That hath not beene talk'd of yet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Cloris.</i> Of leaues of Roses white and red,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Shall be the Couering of her bed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Curtaines, Valence, Tester, all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be the flower Imperiall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the Fringe, it all along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With azure Harebels shall be hung:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Lillies shall the Pillowes be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With downe stuft of the Butterflee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Mertilla.</i> Thus farre we handsomely haue gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now for our Prothalamion<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Marriage song of all the rest,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">A thing that much must grace our feast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let vs practise then to sing it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere we before th' assembly bring it:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We in Dialogues must doe it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The my dainty Girles set to it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>This day must </i>Tita<i> marryed be,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Come Nimphs this nuptiall let vs see.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>But is it certaine that ye say,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Will she wed the Noble Faye?</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cloris. <i>Sprinckle the dainty flowers with dewes,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0"><i>Such as the Gods at Banquets vse:</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span><span class="i0"><i>Let Hearbs and Weeds turne all to Roses,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And make proud the posts with posies:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Shute your sweets into the ayre,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Charge the morning to be fayre.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>To be married to a Faye.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>By whom then shall our Bride be led</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To the Temple to be wed.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>Onely by your selfe and I,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0"><i>Who that roomth should else supply?</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cloris. <i>Come bright Girles, come altogether,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And bring all your offrings hither,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ye most braue and Buxome Beuye,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>All your goodly graces Leuye,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Come in Maiestie and state</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Our Brydall here to celebrate.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Claia. } <i>Married to a noble Faye.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>Whose lot wilt be the way to strow</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0"><i>On which to Church our Bride must goe?</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>That I think as fit'st of all,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To liuely </i>Lelipa<i> will fall.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cloris. <i>Summon all the sweets that are,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To this nuptiall to repayre;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Till with their throngs themselues they smother,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Strongly styfling one another;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And at last they all consume,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And vanish in one rich perfume.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i2">Claia. } <i>Married to a noble Faye.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>By whom must </i>Tita<i> married be,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Tis fit we all to that should see?</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>The Priest he purposely doth come,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Th' Arch Flamyne of Elizium.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><span class="i2">Cloris. <i>With Tapers let the Temples shine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing to Himen, Hymnes diuine:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Load the Altars till there rise</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Clouds from the burnt sacrifice;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With your Sensors fling aloofe</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>180</span><span class="i0"><i>Their smels, till they ascend the Roofe.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Claia. } <i>Married to a noble Fay.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>But comming backe when she is wed,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Who breakes the Cake aboue her head.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>That shall </i>Mertilla<i>, for shee's tallest,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And our </i>Tita<i> is the smallest.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cloris. <i>Violins, strike vp aloud,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ply the Gitterne, scowre the Crowd,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Let the nimble hand belabour</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>190</span><span class="i0"><i>The whistling Pipe, and drumbling Taber:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To the full the Bagpipe racke,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Till the swelling leather cracke.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Claia. } <i>Married to a noble Fay.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>But when to dyne she takes her seate</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>What shall be our </i>Tita's<i> meate?</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>The Gods this Feast, as to begin,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Haue sent of their Ambrosia in.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cloris. <i>Then serue we vp the strawes rich berry,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Respas, and Elizian Cherry:</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>200</span><span class="i0"><i>The virgin honey from the flowers</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In Hibla, wrought in </i>Flora's<i> bowers:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Full Bowles of Nectar, and no Girle</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Carouse but in dissolued Pearle.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Claia. } <i>Married to a noble Fay.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Claia. <i>But when night comes, and she must goe</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To Bed, deare Nimphes what must we doe?</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><span class="i2">Mertilla. <i>In the Posset must be brought,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>210</span><span class="i0"><i>And Poynts be from the Bridegroome caught.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cloris. <i>In Maskes, in Dances, and delight,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And reare Banquets spend the night:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Then about the Roome we ramble,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Scatter Nuts, and for them scramble:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ouer Stooles, and Tables tumble,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Neuer thinke of noyse nor rumble.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Mertilla. } <i>For our </i>Tita<i> is this day,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Claia. } <i>Married to a noble Fay.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>The ninth Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Mvses</span> and <span class="smcap">Nimphs</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>The Muses spend their lofty layes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Vpon </i>Apollo<i> and his prayse;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>The Nimphs with Gems his Alter build,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>This Nimphall is with </i>Phœbus<i> fild.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A Temple of exceeding state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nimphes and Muses rearing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which they to <i>Phœbus</i> dedicate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Elizium euer cheering:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Muses, and those Nimphes contend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Phane to <i>Phœbus</i> offring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which side the other should transcend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These praise, those prizes proffering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at this long appointed day,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Each one their largesse bringing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those nine faire Sisters led the way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to <i>Apollo</i> singing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The Muses. <i>Thou youthfull God that guid'st the howres,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Muses thus implore thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>By all those Names, due to thy powers,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>By which we still adore thee.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sol<i>, </i>Tytan<i>, </i>Delius<i>, </i>Cynthius<i>, styles</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Much reuerence that have wonne thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><span class="i0"><i>Deriu'd from Mountaines as from Iles</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0"><i>Where worship first was done thee.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Rich </i>Delos<i> brought thee forth diuine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thy Mother thither driven,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>At </i>Delphos<i> thy most sacred shrine,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thy Oracles were giuen.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In thy swift course from East to West,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>They minutes misse to finde thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That bear'st the morning on thy breast,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And leau'st the night behinde thee.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vp to Olimpus top so steepe,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0"><i>Thy startling Coursers currying;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thence downe to Neptunes vasty deepe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thy flaming Charriot hurrying.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eos<i>, </i>Ethon<i>, </i>Phlegon<i>, </i>Pirois<i>, proud,</i><br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">The horses drawing the Chariot of the Sunne.</div> +<span class="i0"><i>Their lightning Maynes aduancing:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Breathing forth fire on euery cloud</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vpon their Iourney prancing.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Whose sparkling hoofes, with gold for speed</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Are shod, to scape all dangers,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Where they upon Ambrosia feed,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0"><i>In their celestiall Mangers.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bright </i>Colatina<i>, that of hils</i><br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">The mountaines first saluting the Sunne at his rising.</div> +<span class="i0"><i>Is Goddesse, and hath keeping</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her Nimphes, the cleere </i>Oreades<i> wils</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>T'attend thee from thy sleeping.</i><br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">* Supposed the God of earth.</div> +<span class="i0"><i>Great </i>*Demogorgon<i> feeles thy might,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>His Mynes about him heating:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Who through his bosome dart'st thy light,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Within the Center sweating.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>If thou but touch thy golden Lyre,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0"><i>Thou </i>Minos<i> mou'st to heare thee:</i><br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">One of the Iudges of hell.</div> +<span class="i0"><i>The Rockes feele in themselues a fire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And rise vp to come neere thee.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Tis thou that Physicke didst deuise</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Hearbs by their natures calling:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Of which some opening at thy Rise,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And closing at thy falling.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fayre </i>Hyacinth<i> thy most lou'd Lad,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That with the sledge thou sluest;</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span><span class="i0"><i>Hath in a flower the life he had,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0"><i>Whose root thou still renewest,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thy </i>Daphne<i> thy beloued Tree,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That scornes thy Fathers Thunder,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And thy deare </i>Clitia<i> yet we see,</i><br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">A Nimph lou'd of <i>Apollo</i>, and by him changed into a flower.</div> +<span class="i0"><i>Not time from thee can sunder;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>From thy bright Bow that Arrow flew</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>(Snatcht from thy golden Quiver)</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which that fell Serpent </i>Python<i> slew,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Renowning thee for euer.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The </i>Actian<i> and the </i>Pythian<i> Games</i><br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">Playes or Games in honor of <i>Apollo</i>.</div> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0"><i>Deuised were to praise thee,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With all th' </i>Apolinary<i> names</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That th' Ancients thought could raise thee.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A Shryne vpon this Mountaine hie,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To thee we'll haue erected,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which thou the God of Poesie</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Must care to haue protected:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With thy loud </i>Cinthus<i> that shall share,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With all his shady Bowers,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nor </i>Licia's Cragus<i> shall compare</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0"><i>With this, for thee, of ours.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus hauing sung, the Nimphish Crue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrust in amongst them thronging,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Desiring they might haue the due<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That was to them belonging.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth they, ye Muses as diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are in his glories graced,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it is we must build the Shryne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein they must be placed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which of those precious Gemmes we'll make<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">That Nature can affoord vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which from that plenty we will take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherewith we here have stor'd vs:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O glorious <i>Phœbus</i> most diuine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine Altars then we hallow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with those stones we build a Shryne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To thee our wise <i>Apollo</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span><span class="i2">The Nimphes. <i>No Gem, from Rocke, Seas, running streames,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>(Their numbers let vs muster)</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But hath from thy most powerfull beames</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0"><i>The Vertue and the Lustre;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Diamond, the King of Gemmes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The first is to be placed,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That glory is of Diadems,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Them gracing, by them graced:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In whom thy power the most is seene,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The raging fire refelling:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Emerauld then, most deepely greene,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>For beauty most excelling,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Resisting poyson often prou'd</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0"><i>By those about that beare it.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The cheerfull Ruby then, much lou'd,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That doth reuiue the spirit,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Whose kinde to large extensure growne</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The colour so enflamed,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Is that admired mighty stone</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Carbunckle that's named,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which from it such a flaming light</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And radiency eiecteth,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That in the very dark'st of night</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0"><i>The eye to it directeth.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The yellow Iacynth, strengthening Sense,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Of which who hath the keeping,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>No Thunder hurts nor Pestilence,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And much prouoketh sleeping:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Chrisolite, that doth resist</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thirst, proued, neuer failing,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The purple colored Amatist,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Gainst strength of wine prevailing;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The verdant gay greene Smaragdus,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0"><i>Most soueraine ouer passion:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Sardonix approu'd by vs</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To master Incantation.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Then that celestiall colored stone</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Saphyre, heauenly wholly,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which worne, there wearinesse is none,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And cureth melancholly:</i><br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span><span class="i0"><i>The Lazulus, whose pleasant blew</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With golden vaines is graced;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Iaspis, of so various hew,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0"><i>Amongst our other placed;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Onix from the Ancients brought,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Of wondrous Estimation,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Shall in amongst the rest be wrought</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Our sacred Shryne to fashion;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Topas, we'll stick here and there,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And sea-greene colored Berill,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And Turkesse, which who haps to beare</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Is often kept from perill,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To Selenite, of </i>Cynthia's<i> light,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>150</span><span class="i0"><i>So nam'd, with her still ranging,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which as she wanes or waxeth bright</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Its colours so are changing.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With Opalls, more then any one,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>We'll deck thine Altar fuller,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>For that of euery precious stone,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>It doth retaine some colour;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With bunches of Pearle Paragon</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thine Altars vnderpropping,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Whose base is the Cornelian,</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>160</span><span class="i0"><i>Strong bleeding often stopping:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With th' Agot, very oft that is</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cut strangely in the Quarry,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>As Nature ment to show in this,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>How she her selfe can varry:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With worlds of Gems from Mines and Seas</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Elizium well might store vs:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But we content our selues with these</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That readiest lye before vs:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And thus O </i>Phœbus<i> most diuine</i><br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>170</span><span class="i0"><i>Thine Altars still we hallow,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And to thy Godhead reare this Shryne</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Our onely wise </i>Apollo<i>.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p> +<h4>The tenth Nimphall</h4> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Naiis</span>, <span class="smcap">Claia</span>, <span class="smcap">Corbilvs</span>, <span class="smcap">Satyre</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>A Satyre on Elizium lights,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Whose vgly shape the Nimphes affrights,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Yet when they heare his iust complaint,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>They make him an Elizian Saint.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12"><i>Corbilus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What; breathles Nimphs? bright Virgins let me know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What suddaine cause constraines ye to this haste?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What haue ye seene that should affright ye so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What might it be from which ye flye so fast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see your faces full of pallid feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though some perill followed on your flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take breath a while, and quickly let me heare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into what danger ye haue lately light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Naijs.</i> Neuer were poore distressed Gerles so glad,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">As when kinde, loued <i>Corbilus</i> we saw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When our much haste vs so much weakned had,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That scarcely we our wearied breathes could draw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this next Groue vnder an aged Tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So fell a monster lying there we found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As till this day, our eyes did neuer see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor euer came on the Elizian ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Halfe man, halfe Goate, he seem'd to vs in show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His vpper parts our humane shape doth beare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he's a very perfect Goat below,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">His crooked Cambrils arm'd with hoofe and hayre.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Through his leane Chops a chattering he doth make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which stirres his staring beastly driueld Beard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his sharpe hornes he seem'd at vs to shake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Canst thou then blame vs though we are afeard.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Corbilus.</i> Surely it seemes some Satyre this should be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come and goe back and guide me to the place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be not affraid, ye are safe enough with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silly and harmlesse be their Siluan Race.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> How <i>Corbilus</i>; a Satyre doe you say?<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">How should he ouer high <i>Parnassus</i> hit?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><span class="i0">Since to these fields there's none can finde the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But onely those the Muses will permit.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Corbilus.</i> 'Tis true; but oft, the sacred Sisters grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silly Satyre, by whose plainnesse, they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are taught the worlds enormities to trace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By beastly mens abhominable way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besyde he may be banisht his owne home<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this base time, or be so much distrest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he the craggy by-clift Hill hath clome<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">To finde out these more pleasant Fields of rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Naijs.</i> Yonder he sits, and seemes himselfe to bow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At our approach, what doth our presence awe him?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me thinks he seemes not halfe so vgly now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As at the first, when I and <i>Claia</i> saw him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Corbilus.</i> 'Tis an old Satyre, Nimph, I now discerne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sadly he sits, as he were sick or lame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lookes would say, that we may easly learne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How, and from whence, he to <i>Elizium</i> came.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Satyre, these Fields, how cam'st thou first to finde?<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">What Fate first show'd thee this most happy store?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When neuer any of thy Siluan kinde<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set foot on the Elizian earth before?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Satyre.</i> O neuer aske, how I came to this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What cannot strong necessity finde out?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather bemoane my miserable case,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Constrain'd to wander this wide world about:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With wild <i>Silvanus</i> and his woody crue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Forrests I, at liberty and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Liu'd in such pleasure as the world ne'r knew,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Nor any rightly can conceiue but we.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This iocond life we many a day enioy'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till this last age, those beastly men forth brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all those great and goodly Woods destroy'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose growth their Grandsyres, with such sufferance sought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That faire <i>Felicia</i> which was but of late,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's Paradice, that neuer had her Peere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stands now in that most lamentable state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That not a Siluan will inhabit there;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><span class="i0">Where in the soft and most delicious shade,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">In heat of Summer we were wont to play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the long day too short for vs we made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The slyding houres so slyly stole away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By <i>Cynthia's</i> light, and on the pleasant Lawne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wanton Fayry we were wont to chase,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which to the nimble clouen-footed Fawne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon the plaine durst boldly bid the base.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sportiue Nimphes, with shouts and laughter shooke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Hils and Valleyes in their wanton play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waking the Ecchoes, their last words that tooke,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">Till at the last, they lowder were then they.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lofty hie Wood, and the lower spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sheltring the Deare, in many a suddaine shower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Quires of Birds, oft wonted were to sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flaming Furnace wholly doth deuoure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once faire <i>Felicia</i>, but now quite defac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those Braueries gone wherein she did abound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dainty Groues, when she was highly grac'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With goodly Oake, Ashe, Elme, and Beeches croun'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that from heauen their iudgement blinded is,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i0">In humane Reason it could neuer be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that they might haue cleerly seene by this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those plagues their next posterity shall see.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The little Infant on the mothers Lap<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For want of fire shall be so sore distrest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That whilst it drawes the lanke and empty Pap,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tender lips shall freese vnto the breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The quaking Cattle which their Warmstall want,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with bleake winters Northerne winde opprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Browse and Stouer waxing thin and scant,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">The hungry Groues shall with their Caryon feast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men wanting Timber wherewith they should build,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not a Forrest in <i>Felicia</i> found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be enforc'd vpon the open Field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To dig them caues for houses in the ground:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Land thus rob'd, of all her rich Attyre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naked and bare her selfe to heauen doth show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Begging from thence that <i>Iove</i> would dart his fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon those wretches that disrob'd her so;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><span class="i0">This beastly Brood by no meanes may abide<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">The name of their braue Ancestors to heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom their sordid slauery is descry'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So vnlike them as though not theirs they were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet they sense, nor vnderstanding haue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of those braue Muses that their Country song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with false Lips ignobly doe depraue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The right and honour that to them belong;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This cruell kinde thus Viper-like deuoure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fruitfull soyle which them too fully fed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The earth doth curse the Age, and euery houre<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i0">Againe, that it these viprous monsters bred.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I seeing the plagues that shortly are to come<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vpon this people cleerely them forsooke:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus am light into Elizium,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To whose straite search I wholly me betooke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Naijs.</i> Poore silly creature, come along with vs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be free of the Elizian fields:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be not dismaid, nor inly grieued thus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This place content in all abundance yeelds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We to the cheerefull presence will thee bring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>130</span><span class="i0">Of <i>Ioues</i> deare Daughters, where in shades they sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where thou shalt heare those sacred Sisters sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most heauenly Hymnes, the strength and life of wit:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Claia.</i> Where to the Delphian God vpon their Lyres<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Priests seeme rauisht in his height of praise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst he is crowning his harmonious Quiers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With circling Garlands of immortall Bayes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Corbilus.</i> Here liue in blisse, till thou shalt see those slaues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who thus set vertue and desert at nought:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some sacrific'd vpon their Grandsires graues,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>140</span><span class="i0">And some like beasts in markets sold and bought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of fooles and madmen leaue thou then the care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That haue no vnderstanding of their state:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For whom high heauen doth so iust plagues prepare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they to pitty shall conuert thy hate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to Elizium be thou welcome then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill those base Felicians thou shalt heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By that vile nation captiued againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That many a glorious age their captiues were.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/11.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + +<h2>SONGS FROM THE 'SHEPHERD'S GARLAND'</h2> + +<h3>[From the Edition of 1593]</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Gods delight, the heauens hie spectacle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earths greatest glory, worlds rarest miracle.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fortunes fay'rst mistresse, vertues surest guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loues Gouernesse, and natures chiefest pride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Delights owne darling, honours cheefe defence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chastities choyce, and wisdomes quintessence.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Conceipts sole Riches, thoughts only treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Desires true hope, Ioyes sweetest pleasure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mercies due merite, valeurs iust reward,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Times fayrest fruite, fames strongest guarde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yea she alone, next that eternall he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The expresse Image of eternitie.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue ij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tell me fayre flocke, (if so you can conceaue)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sodaine cause of my night-sunnes eclipse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If this be wrought me my light to bereaue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Magick spels, from some inchanting lips<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or vgly <i>Saturne</i> from his combust sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This fatall presage of deaths dreryment.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh cleerest day-starre, honored of mine eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet sdaynst mine eyes should gaze vpon thy light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright morning sunne, who with thy sweet arise,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Expell'st the clouds of my harts lowring night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goddes reiecting sweetest sacrifice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of mine eyes teares ay offered to thine eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span><span class="i0">May purest heauens scorne my soules pure desires?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or holy shrines hate Pilgrims orizons?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May sacred temples gaynsay sacred prayers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Saints refuse the poores deuotions?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Orphane thoughts with sorrow be you waind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When loues Religion shalbe thus prophayn'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet needes the earth must droope with visage sad,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">When siluer dewes been turn'd to bitter stormes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Cheerful <i>Welkin</i>, once in sables clad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her frownes foretell poore humaine creatures harmes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet for all to make amends for this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clouds sheed teares, and weepen at my misse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue iij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O thou fayre siluer Thames: O cleerest chrystall flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Beta</i> alone the Phenix is, of all thy watery brood,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Queene of Virgins onely she:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And thou the Queene of floods shalt be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let all thy Nymphes be ioyfull then to see this happy day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy <i>Beta</i> now alone shalbe the subiect of my laye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With daintie and delightsome straines of sweetest virelayes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come louely shepheards sit we down and chant our <i>Betas</i> prayse:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And let vs sing so rare a verse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i4">Our <i>Betas</i> prayses to rehearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That little Birds shall silent be, to heare poore shepheards sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And riuers backward bend their course, and flow vnto the spring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Range all thy swannes faire Thames together on a rancke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And place them duely one by one, vpon thy stately banck,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then set together all agood,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Recording to the siluer flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And craue the tunefull Nightingale to helpe you with her lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Osel and the Throstlecocke, chiefe musicke of our maye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! see what troups of Nimphs been sporting on the strands,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">And they been blessed Nimphs of peace, with Oliues in their hands.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span><span class="i4">How meryly the Muses sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That all the flowry Medowes ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Beta</i> sits vpon the banck, in purple and in pall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she the Queene of Muses is, and weares the Corinall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Trim vp her Golden tresses with <i>Apollos</i> sacred tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O happy sight vnto all those that loue and honor thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Blessed Angels haue prepar'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A glorious Crowne for thy reward,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not such a golden Crowne as haughty <i>Cæsar</i> weares,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">But such a glittering starry Crowne as <i>Ariadne</i> beares.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Make her a goodly Chapilet of azur'd Colombine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wreath about her Coronet with sweetest Eglentine:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Bedeck our <i>Beta</i> all with Lillies,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And the dayntie Daffadillies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Roses damask, white, and red, and fairest flower delice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Cowslips of Jerusalem, and cloues of Paradice.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O thou fayre torch of heauen, the days most dearest light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou bright shyning <i>Cinthya</i>, the glory of the night:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">You starres the eyes of heauen,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i4">And thou the glyding leuen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou O gorgeous <i>Iris</i> with all strange Colours dyd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she streams foorth her rayes, then dasht is all your pride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See how the day stands still, admiring of her face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And time loe stretcheth foorth her armes, thy <i>Beta</i> to imbrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Syrens sing sweete layes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Trytons sound her prayse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goe passe on Thames and hie thee fast vnto the Ocean sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let thy billowes there proclaime thy <i>Betas</i> holy-day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And water thou the blessed roote of that greene Oliue tree,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">With whose sweete shadow, al thy bancks with peace preserued be,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lawrell for Poets and Conquerours,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And mirtle for Loues Paramours:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fame may be thy fruit, the boughes preseru'd by peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let the mournful Cipres die, now stormes and tempest cease.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span><span class="i0">Wee'l straw the shore with pearle where <i>Beta</i> walks alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we wil paue her princely Bower with richest Indian stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Perfume the ayre and make it sweete,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For such a Goddesse it is meete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if her eyes for purity contend with Titans light,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">No maruaile then although they so doe dazell humaine sight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sound out your trumpets then, from <i>London's</i> stately towres,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To beate the stormie windes a back and calme the raging showres,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Set too the Cornet and the flute,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Orpharyon and the Lute,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tune the Taber and the Pipe, to the sweet violons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And moue the thunder in the ayre, with lowdest Clarions.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Beta</i> long may thine Altars smoke, with yeerely sacrifice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And long thy sacred Temples may their Saboths solemnize,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thy shepheards watch by day and night,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i4">Thy Mayds attend the holy light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy large empyre stretch her armes from east vnto the west,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou vnder thy feet mayst tread, that foule seuen-headed beast.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue iv</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Melpomine</i> put on thy mourning Gaberdine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set thy song vnto the dolefull Base,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with thy sable vayle shadow thy face,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">with weeping verse,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">attend his hearse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose blessed soule the heauens doe now enshrine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come Nymphs and with your Rebecks ring his knell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warble forth your wamenting harmony,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at his drery fatall obsequie,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i4">with Cypres bowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">maske your fayre Browes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beat your breasts to chyme his burying peale.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span><span class="i0">Thy birth-day was to all our ioye, the euen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on thy death this dolefull song we sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Child of <i>Pan</i>, and the <i>Castalian</i> spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">vnto our endless mone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">from vs why art thou gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fill vp that sweete Angels quier in heauen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O whylome thou thy lasses dearest loue,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">When with greene Lawrell she hath crowned thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Immortal mirror of all Poesie:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">the Muses treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">the Graces pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reigning with Angels now in heauen aboue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our mirth is now depriu'd of all her glory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Taburins in dolefull dumps are drownd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our viols want their sweet and pleasing sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">our melodie is mar'd<br /></span> +<span class="i4">and we of ioyes debard,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">O wicked world so mutable and transitory.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O dismall day, bereauer of delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O stormy winter, sourse of all our sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O most vntimely and eclipsed morrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">to rob us quite,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">of all delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Darkening that starre which euer shone so bright.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh <i>Elphin</i>, <i>Elphin</i>, Though thou hence be gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In spight of death yet shalt thou liue for aye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Poesie is garlanded with Baye:<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i4">and still shalt blaze<br /></span> +<span class="i4">thy lasting prayse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose losse poore shepherds euer shall bemone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come Girles, and with Carnations decke his graue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With damaske Roses and the hyacynt:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come with sweete Williams, Marioram and Mynt,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">with precious Balmes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">with hymnes and psalmes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This funerall deserues no lesse at all to haue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span><span class="i0">But see where <i>Elphin</i> sits in fayre Elizia,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Feeding his flocke on yonder heauenly playne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come and behold, you louely shepheards swayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">piping his fill<br /></span> +<span class="i4">on yonder hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tasting sweete <i>Nectar</i>, and <i>Ambrosia</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue vij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>Borrill.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh spightfull wayward wretched loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to <i>Venus</i> which did nurse thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heauens and earth thy plagues doe proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gods and men haue cause to curse thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thoughts griefe, hearts woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hopes paine, bodies languish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enuies rage, sleepes foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fancies fraud, soules anguish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Desires dread, mindes madnes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Secrets bewrayer, natures error,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sights deceit, sullens sadnes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speeches expence, Cupids terror,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Malcontents melancholly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Liues slaughter, deaths nurse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cares slaue, dotard's folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fortunes bayte, world's curse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lookes theft, eyes blindnes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Selfes will, tongues treason,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Paynes pleasure, wrongs kindnes,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Furies frensie, follies reason:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With cursing thee as I began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither God, neither man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither Fayrie, neither Feend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>Batte.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue is the heauens fayre aspect,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue is the glorie of the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue only doth our liues direct,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue is our guyder from our birth,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><span class="i0">Loue taught my thoughts at first to flie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue taught mine eyes the way to loue,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Loue raysed my conceit so hie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue framd my hand his arte to proue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue taught my Muse her perfect skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue gaue me first to Poesie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue is the Soueraigne of my will,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue bound me first to loyalty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue was the first that fram'd my speech,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue was the first that gaue me grace:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue is my life and fortunes leech,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue made the vertuous giue me place.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Loue is the end of my desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue is the loadstarre of my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue makes my selfe, my selfe admire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue seated my delights aboue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue placed honor in my brest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue made me learnings fauoret,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue made me liked of the best,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue first my minde on virtue set.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Loue is my life, life is my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">loue is my whole felicity,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Loue is my sweete, sweete is my loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am in loue, and loue in mee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue viij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Farre in the countrey of <i>Arden</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There wond a knight hight <i>Cassemen</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">as bolde as <i>Isenbras</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fell was he and eger bent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In battell and in Tournament,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">as was the good sir <i>Topas</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had as antique stories tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A daughter cleaped <i>Dowsabell</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">a mayden fayre and free:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And for she was her fathers heire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full well she was ycond the leyre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">of mickle curtesie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silke wel couth she twist and twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make the fine Marchpine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and with the needle werke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she couth helpe the priest to say<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Mattens on a holyday,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and sing a Psalme in Kirke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She ware a frocke of frolicke greene,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Might well beseeme a mayden Queene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">which seemly was to see.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hood to that so neat and fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In colour like the colombine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">ywrought full featously.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her feature all as fresh aboue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As is the grasse that grows by Doue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">as lyth as lasse of Kent:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her skin as soft as Lemster wooll,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As white as snow on peakish hull,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">or Swanne that swims in Trent.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This mayden in a morne betime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Went forth when May was in her prime,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">to get sweet Cetywall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hony-suckle, the Harlocke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lilly and the Lady-smocke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">to decke her summer hall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus as she wandred here and there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ypicking of the bloomed Breere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">she chanced to espie<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">A shepheard sitting on a bancke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like <i>Chanteclere</i> he crowed crancke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and pip'd with merrie glee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He leard his sheepe as he him list,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he would whistle in his fist,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">to feede about him round:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst he full many a caroll sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vntill the fields and medowes rung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and that the woods did sound:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In fauour this same shepheards swayne,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">Was like the bedlam <i>Tamburlayne</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">which helde prowd Kings in awe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But meeke he was as Lamb mought be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ylike that gentle <i>Abel</i> he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">whom his lewd brother slaw.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This shepheard ware a sheepe gray cloke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was of the finest loke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">that could be cut with sheere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His mittens were of Bauzens skinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His cockers were of Cordiwin<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">his hood of Meniueere.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His aule and lingell in a thong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His tar-boxe on his broad belt hong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">his breech of Coyntrie blew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full crispe and curled were his lockes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His browes as white as <i>Albion</i> rockes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">so like a louer true.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pyping still he spent the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So mery as the Popingay:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">which liked <i>Dowsabell</i>,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>70</span><span class="i0">That would she ought or would she nought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This lad would neuer from her thought:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">she in loue-longing fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length she tucked vp her frocke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White as the Lilly was her smocke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">she drew the shepheard nie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then the shepheard pyp'd a good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all his sheepe forsooke their foode,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">to heare his melodie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy sheepe quoth she cannot be leane,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>80</span><span class="i0">That haue a iolly shepheards swayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">the which can pipe so well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea but (sayth he) their shepheard may,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jf pyping thus he pine away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">in loue of <i>Dowsabell</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of loue fond boy take thou no keepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth she, looke well vnto thy sheepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">lest they should hap to stray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, so had I done full well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I not seene fayre <i>Dowsabell</i>,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>90</span><span class="i2">come forth to gather Maye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that she gan to vaile her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her cheekes were like the Roses red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">but not a word she sayd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that the shepheard gan to frowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He threw his pretie pypes adowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and on the ground him layd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayth she, I may not stay till night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaue my summer hall vndight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and all for long of thee.<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>100</span><span class="i0">My Coate sayth he, nor yet my foulde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall neither sheepe nor shepheard hould,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">except thou fauour me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayth she yet leuer I were dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I should lose my maydenhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and all for loue of men:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayth he yet are you too vnkind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If in your heart you cannot finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">to loue vs now and then:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And J to thee will be as kinde,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>110</span><span class="i0">As <i>Colin</i> was to <i>Rosalinde</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">of curtesie the flower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will I be as true quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As euer mayden yet might be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">vnto her Paramour:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that she bent her snowe-white knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Downe by the shepheard kneeled shee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">and him she sweetely kist.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that the shepheard whoop'd for ioy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, ther's neuer shepheards boy,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>120</span><span class="i2">that euer was so blist.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>[From the Edition of 1605]</h3> + +<h4><i>From Eclogue ij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then this great Vniuerse no lesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can serue her prayses to expresse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betwixt her eies the poles of Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The host of heauenly beautyes moue,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span><span class="i0">Depainted in their proper stories,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As well the fixd as wandring glories,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which from their proper orbes not goe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether they gyre swift or slowe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where from their lips, when she doth speake,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">The musick of those sphears do breake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which their harmonious motion breedeth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whose cheerfull breath proceedeth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That balmy sweetnes that giues birth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To euery ofspring of the earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her shape and cariage of which frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In forme how well shee beares the same,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is that proportion heauens best treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby it doth all poyze and measure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that alone her happy sight<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Conteynes perfection and delight.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue ij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vppon a bank with roses set about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where pretty turtles ioyning bil to bill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gentle springs steale softly murmuring out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Washing the foote of pleasures sacred hill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There little loue sore wounded lyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His bowe and arowes broken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bedewd with teares from Venus eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh greeuous to be spoken.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beare him my hart slaine with her scornefull eye<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Where sticks the arrowe that poore hart did kill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With whose sharp pile request him ere he die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About the same to write his latest will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bid him send it backe to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At instant of his dying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That cruell cruell shee may see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My faith and her denying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His chappell be a mournefull Cypresse Shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for a chauntry Philomels sweet lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where prayers shall continually be made<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">By pilgrim louers passing by that way.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span><span class="i0">With Nymphes and shepheards yearly moane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His timeles death beweeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In telling that my hart alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath his last will in keeping.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>[From the Edition of 1606]</h3> + +<h4><i>From Eclogue vij</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now fye vpon thee wayward loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to <i>Venus</i> which did nurse thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heauen and earth thy plagues doe proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gods and men haue cause to curse thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What art thou but th' extreamst madnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Natures first and only error<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That consum'st our daies in sadnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the minds Continuall terror:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Walking in Cymerian blindnesse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">In thy courses voy'd of reason.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharp reproofe thy only kindnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thy trust the highest treason?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both the Nymph and ruder swaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vexing with continuall anguish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which dost make the ould complaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the young to pyne and languishe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who thee keepes his care doth nurse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That seducest all to folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blessing, bitterly doest curse,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Tending to destruction wholly:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus of thee as I began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So againe I make an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither god neither man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither faiery, neither feend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><span class="smcap">Batte.</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is Loue but the desire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the thing that fancy pleaseth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A holy and resistlesse fier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weake and strong alike that ceaseth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which not heauen hath power to let,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Nor wise nature cannot smother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby <i>Phoebus</i> doth begette<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the vniuersall mother.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the euerlasting Chaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which together al things tied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vnmooued them retayne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by which they shall abide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That concent we cleerely find,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All things doth together drawe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so strong in euery kinde,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0">Subiects them to natures law.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose hie virtue number teaches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which euery thing dooth mooue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the lowest depth that reaches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the height of heauen aboue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harmony that wisely found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the cunning hand doth strike<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereas euery amorous sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetly marryes with his like.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tender cattell scarcely take<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i0">From their damm's the feelds to proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ech seeketh out a make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing liues that doth not loue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not soe much as but the plant<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As nature euery thing doth payre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By it if the male it want<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth dislike and will not beare:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing then is like to loue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the which all creatures be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From it nere let me remooue<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i0">Nor let it remooue from me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue ix</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Batte.</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>Gorbo</i>, as thou cam'st this waye<br /></span> +<span class="i4">By yonder little hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or as thou through the fields didst straye<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sawst thou my <i>Daffadill</i>?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span><span class="i4">Shee's in a frock of Lincolne greene<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The colour maides delight<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And neuer hath her beauty seen<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But through a vale of white.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Then Roses richer to behold<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i4">That trim vp louers bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Pansy and the Marigould<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tho <i>Phœbus</i> Paramours.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Gorbo.</i> Thou well describ'st the Daffadill<br /></span> +<span class="i4">It is not full an hower<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Since by the spring neare yonder hill<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I saw that louely flower.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Batte.</i> Yet my faire flower thou didst not meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nor news of her didst bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And yet my Daffadill more sweete,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i4">Then that by yonder spring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Gorbo.</i> I saw a shepheard that doth keepe<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In yonder field of Lillies,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Was making (as he fed his sheepe)<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A wreathe of Daffadillies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Batte.</i> Yet <i>Gorbo</i> thou delud'st me stil<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My flower thou didst not see,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">For know my pretie <i>Daffadill</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4">Is worne of none but me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">To shew it selfe but neare her seate,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i4">No Lilly is so bould,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Except to shade her from the heate,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or keepe her from the colde:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Gorbo.</i> Through yonder vale as I did passe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Descending from the hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I met a smerking bony lasse,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">They call her <i>Daffadill</i>:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Whose presence as along she went,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The prety flowers did greet,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As though their heads they downward bent,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i4">With homage to her feete.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span><span class="i4">And all the shepheards that were nie,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">From toppe of euery hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Vnto the vallies lowe did crie,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There goes sweet <i>Daffadill</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Gorbo.</i> I gentle shepheard, now with ioy<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thou all my flockes dost fill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That's she alone kind shepheards boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Let vs to <i>Daffadill</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue ix</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> Tell me thou skilfull shepheards swayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Who's yonder in the vally set?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> O it is she whose sweets do stayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Lilly, Rose, or violet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> Why doth the Sunne against his kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Stay his bright Chariot in the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> He pawseth almost stroken blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With gazing on her heauenly eies:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> Why doe thy flocks forbeare their foode,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i4">Which somtyme was their chiefe delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> Because they neede no other good,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That liue in presence of her sight:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> How com those flowers to florish still,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Not withering with sharpe winters breath?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> She hath robd nature of her skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And comforts all things with her breath:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> Why slide these brookes so slow away,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As swift as the wild Roe that were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> O muse not shepheard that they stay,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i4">When they her heauenly voice do heare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> From whence com all these goodly swayns<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And lonely nimphs attir'd in greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> From gathering garlands on the playnes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To crowne thy <i>Siluia</i> shepheards queen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span><span class="i0"><i>Motto.</i> The sun that lights this world below,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Flocks, Brooks and flowers, can witnesse bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Perkin.</i> These shepheards, and these nymphs do know,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thy <i>Syluia</i> is as chast, as fayre.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>From Eclogue ix</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Rowland.</i> Of her pure eyes (that now is seen)<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Help vs to sing that be her faithful swains<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> O she alone the shepheards Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> Her Flocke that leades,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The goddesse of these medes,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">These mountaines and these plaines.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> Those eyes of hers that are more cleere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> Then silly shepheards can in song expresse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> Then be his beams that rule the yeare,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> Fy on that prayse,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">In striuing things to rayse:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That doth but make them lesse.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> That doe the flowery spring prolong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> So much the earth doth in her presence ioy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> And keeps the plenteous summer young:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> And doth asswage<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The wrathfull winters rage<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That would our flocks destroy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> <i>Ioue</i> saw her brest that naked lay,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> A sight alone was fit for <i>Ioue</i> to see:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> And swore it was the milkie way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> Of all most pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The path (we vs assure)<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Vnto <i>Ioues</i> court to be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> He saw her tresses hanging downe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> That too and fro were mooued with the ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> And sayd that <i>Ariadnes</i> crowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> With those compar'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The gods should not regard<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i6">Nor <i>Berenices</i> hayre.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> When she hath watch'd my flockes by night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> O happie were the flockes that she did keepe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> They neuer needed <i>Cynthia's</i> light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> That soone gaue place,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Amazed with her grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That did attend thy sheepe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> Aboue where heauens hie glories are,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> When as she shall be placed in the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Row:</i> She shall be calld the shepheards starre,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i0"><i>Cho:</i> And euermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">We shepheards will adore,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Her setting and her rise.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/12.jpg" + alt="Decorative" + title="Decorative" /><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></p> +<h2>APPENDIX</h2> + + +<p>In this Appendix, I have collected certain fugitive pieces of Drayton's; +chiefly commendatory verses prefixed to various friends' books. The +first song is from <i>England's Helicon</i>, and is, I think, too pretty to +be lost. Three of the commendatory poems are in sonnet-form, and their +inclusion brings us nearer the whole number published by Drayton; of +which there are doubtless a few still lacking. But I have tried to make +the collection of sonnets as complete as possible.</p> + + +<h4>From <i>England's Helicon</i> (1600) p. 97.</h4> + +<h4>Rowlands <i>Madrigall.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Faire Loue rest thee heere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neuer yet was morne so cleere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweete be not vnkinde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me thy fauour finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else for loue I die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Harke this pretty bubling spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How it makes the Meadowes ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue now stand my friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heere let all sorrow end,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i2">And I will honour thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See where little <i>Cupid</i> lyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looking babies in her eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cupid</i> helpe me now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lend to me thy bowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wound her that wounded me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heere is none to see or tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All our flocks are feeding by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Banke with Roses spred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh it is a dainty bed,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i2">Fit for my Loue and me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Harke the birds in yonder Groaue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How they chaunt vnto my Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loue be kind to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I haue beene to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thou hast wonne my hart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span><span class="i0">Calme windes blow you faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rock her thou gentle ayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O the morne is noone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The euening comes too soone,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i2">To part my Loue and me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Roses and thy lips doo meete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh that life were halfe so sweete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who would respect his breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That might die such a death,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh that life thus might die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All the bushes that be neere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sweet Nightingales beset,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hush sweete and be still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them sing their fill,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>40</span><span class="i2">There's none our ioyes to let.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh why doo'st thou make such hast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is too early yet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So soone from ioyes to flit<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why art thou so vnkind?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See my little Lambkins runne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looke on them till I haue done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast not on the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rob me of her light,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>50</span><span class="i2">That liue but by her eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alas, sweete Loue, we must depart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harke, my dogge begins to barke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some bodie's comming neere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They shall not find vs heere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For feare of being chid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Take my Garland and my Gloue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weare it for my sake my Loue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To morrow on the greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be our Sheepheards Queene,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>60</span><span class="i2">Crowned with Roses gay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Mich. Drayton.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>FINIS.</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></p> +<h4>From T. Morley's <i>First Book of Ballets</i> (1595).</h4> + +<h4>Mr. M.D. to the Author.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such was old <i>Orpheus</i> cunning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sencelesse things drew neere him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heards of beasts to heare him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stock, the stone, the Oxe, the Asse came running,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Morley! but this enchaunting<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To thee, to be the Musick-God is wanting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet thou needst not feare him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draw thou the Shepherds still and Bonny lasses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And enuie him not stocks, stones, Oxen, Asses.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Prefixed to Christopher Middleton's <i>Legend of Humphrey Duke of +Gloucester</i> (1600).</h4> + +<h4>To his friend, Master <i>Chr. M.</i> his Booke.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like as a man, on some aduenture bound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His honest friendes, their kindnes to expresse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T'incourage him of whome the maine is own'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some venture more, and some aduenture lesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That if the voyage (happily) be good:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They his good fortune freely may pertake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If otherwise it perrish in the flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet like good friends theirs perish'd for his sake.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On thy returne I put this little forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My chaunce with thine indifferently to proue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which though (I know) not fitting with thy worth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accept it yet since it proceedes from loue;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And if thy fortune prosper, I may see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I haue some share, though most returne to thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12"><i>Mich. Drayton.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p> +<h4>Prefixed to John Davies of Hereford; <i>Holy Roode</i> (1609).</h4> + +<h4><i>To</i> <span class="smcap">M. Iohn Davies</span>, <i>my good friend</i>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Such men as hold intelligence with Letters,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And in that nice and Narrow way of Verse,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>As oft they lend, so oft they must be Debters,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>If with the </i>Muses<i> they will haue commerce:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Seldome at </i>Stawles<i>, me, this way men rehearse,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To mine </i>Inferiours<i>, not unto my </i>Betters:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>He stales his </i>Lines<i> that so doeth them disperse;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I am so free, I loue not </i>Golden-fetters<i>.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And many </i>Lines<i> fore </i>Writers<i>, be but Setters</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To them which cheate with</i> Papers; <i>which doth pierse,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Our Credits: when we shew our selues Abetters:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To those that wrong our knowledge: we rehearse</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Often (my good </i>Iohn<i>; and I loue) thy</i> Letters<i>;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Which lend me Credit, as I lend my </i>Verse<i>.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">Michael Drayton.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Prefixed to Sir David Murray's <i>Sophonisba</i> &c. (1611).</h4> + +<h4><i>To my kinde friend</i> Da: Murray.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In new attire (and put most neatly on)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou <i>Murray</i> mak'st thy passionate Queene apeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As when she sat on the Numidian throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deck'd with those Gems that most refulgent were.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So thy stronge muse her maker like repaires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from the ruins of her wasted vrne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into a body of delicious ayres:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Againe her spirit doth transmigrated turne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That scortching soile which thy great subiect bore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bred those that coldly but exprest her merit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But breathing now vpon our colder shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here shee hath found a noble fiery spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Both there, and here, so fortunate for Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That what she was, she's euery where the same.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12"><span class="smcap">M. Drayton.</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p> +<h4>Among the Panegyrical Verses before Coryat's <i>Crudities</i> (1611).</h4> + +<h4><i>Incipit Michael Drayton</i>.</h4> + +<h4>A briefe Prologue to the verses <i>following</i>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Deare <i>Tom</i>, thy booke was like to come to light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere I could gaine but one halfe howre to write;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They go before whose wits are at their noones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And I come after bringing Salt and Spoones.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Many there be that write before thy Booke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For whom (except here) who could euer looke?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice happy are all wee that had the Grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To haue our names set in this liuing place.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most worthy man, with thee it is euen thus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As men take <i>Dottrels</i>, so hast thou ta'n vs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which as a man his arme or leg doth set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So this fond Bird will likewise counterfeit:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art the Fowler, and doest shew vs shapes<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">And we are all thy <i>Zanies</i>, thy true <i>Apes</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw this age (from what it was at first)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swolne, and so bigge, that it was like to burst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Growne so prodigious, so quite out of fashion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That who will thriue, must hazard his damnation:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweating in panges, sent such a horrid mist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As to dim heauen: I looked for Antichrist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or some new set of Diuels to sway hell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worser then those, that in the <i>Chaos</i> fell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wondring what fruit it to the world would bring,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">At length it brought forth this: O most strange thing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with sore throwes, for that the greatest head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Euer is hard'st to be deliuered.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By thee wise <i>Coryate</i> we are taught to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great, with great men which is the way to grow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in a new straine thou com'st finely in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making thy selfe like those thou mean'st to winne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Greatnesse to me seem'd euer full of feare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which thou found'st false at thy arriuing there,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span><span class="i0">Of the <i>Bermudas</i>, the example such,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Where not a ship vntill this time durst touch;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kep't as suppos'd by hels infernall dogs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Fleet found their most honest wyld courteous hogs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Liue vertuous <i>Coryate</i>, and for euer be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lik'd of such wise men, as are most like thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12"><i>Explicit Michael Drayton.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>Prefixed to William Browne's <i>Britannia's Pastorals</i> (1613).</h4> + +<h4>To his Friend the <span class="smcap">Avthor</span>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Driue forth thy Flocke, young Pastor, to that Plaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where our old Shepheards wont their flocks to feed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those cleare walkes, where many a skilfull Swaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To'ards the calme eu'ning, tun'd his pleasant Reede,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those, to the <i>Muses</i> once so sacred, Downes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As no rude foote might there presume to stand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Now made the way of the vnworthiest Clownes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dig'd and plow'd vp with each vnhallowed hand)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If possible thou canst, redeeme those places,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Where, by the brim of many a siluer Spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The learned Maydens, and delightfull Graces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Often haue sate to heare our Shepheards sing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where on those <i>Pines</i> the neighb'ring Groues among,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Now vtterly neglected in these dayes)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Garlands, Pipes, and Cornamutes were hong<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The monuments of our deserued praise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So may thy Sheepe like, so thy Lambes increase,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the Wolfe feede euer safe and free!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So maist thou thriue, among the learned prease,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">As thou young Shepheard art belou'd of mee!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p> +<h4>Prefixed to Chapman's Translation of Hesiod's <i>Georgics</i> (1618).</h4> + +<h4>To my worthy friend Mr. <i>George Chapman</i>, and his translated <i>Hesiod</i>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Chapman</i>; We finde by thy past-prized fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What wealth thou dost vpon this Land conferre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th'olde <i>Grecian</i> Prophets hither that hast brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of their full words the true interpreter:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by thy trauell, strongly hast exprest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The large dimensions of the English tongue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deliuering them so well, the first and best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That to the world in Numbers euer sung.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast vnlock'd the treasury, wherein<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">All Art, and knowledge haue so long been hidden:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, till the gracefull Muses did begin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here to inhabite, was to vs forbidden.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In blest <i>Elizivm</i> (in a place most fit)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnder that tree due to the <i>Delphian</i> God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Musæus</i>, and that <i>Iliad Singer</i> sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And neare to them that noble <i>Hesiod</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smoothing their rugged foreheads; and do smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">After so many hundred yeares to see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Poems read in this farre westerne Ile,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Translated from their ancient Greeke, by thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each his good <i>Genius</i> whispering in his eare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with so lucky, and auspicious fate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did still attend them, whilst they liuing were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gaue their Verses such a lasting date.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where slightly passing by the <i>Thespian</i> spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many long after did but onely sup;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature, then fruitfull, forth these men did bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fetch deep Rowses from <i>Ioues</i> plentious cup.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In thy free labours (friend) then rest content,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">Feare not <i>Detraction</i>, neither fawne on <i>Praise</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When idle <i>Censure</i> all her force hath spent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Knowledge</i> can crowne her self with her owne Baies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Lines, that haue so many liues outworne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cleerely expounded shall base Enuy scorne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12"><i>Michael Drayton.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p> +<h4>Prefixed to Book ij. of <i>Primaleon</i>, &c. Translated by Anthony Munday +(1619).</h4> + +<h4><i>OF THE WORKE</i> <i>and Translation.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>If in opinion of iudiciall wit,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Primaleons<i> sweet Invention well deserue:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Then he (no lesse) which hath translated it,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which doth his sense, his forme, his phrase, obserue.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And in true method of his home-borne stile,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>(Following the fashion of a French conceate)</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Hath brought him heere into this famous Ile,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Where but a stranger, now hath made his seate.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>He liues a Prince, and comming in this sort,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Shall to his Countrey of your fame report.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">M.D.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>From <i>Annalia Dubrensia</i> (1636).</h4> + +<h4>TO MY NOBLE Friend Mr. <span class="smcap">Robert Dover</span>, on his braue annuall +<i>Assemblies</i> vpon <i>Cotswold</i>.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Douer, to doe thee Right, who will not striue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That dost in these dull yron Times reuiue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The golden Ages glories; which poore Wee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had not so much as dream't on but for Thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As those braue <i>Grecians</i> in their happy dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Mount Olympus to their <i>Hercules</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ordain'd their games Olimpick, and so nam'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that great Mountaine; for those pastimes fam'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where then their able Youth, Leapt, Wrestled, Ran,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0">Threw the arm'd Dart; and honour'd was the <i>Man</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That was the Victor; In the Circute there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nimble Rider, and skill'd Chariotere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stroue for the Garland; In those noble Times<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There to their Harpes the Poets sang their Rimes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That whilst <i>Greece</i> flourisht, and was onely then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nurse of all Arts, and of all famous men:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Numbring their yeers, still their accounts they made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Either from this or that <i>Olimpiade</i>.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span><span class="i0">So <i>Douer</i>, from these <i>Games</i>, by thee begun,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0">Wee'l reckon Ours, as time away doth run.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wee'l haue thy Statue in some Rocke cut out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With braue Inscriptions garnished about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vnder written, <i>Loe, this was the man,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Dover</span>, <i>that first these noble Sports began.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ladds of the Hills, and Lasses of the Vale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In many a song, and many a merry Tale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall mention Thee; and hauing leaue to play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vnto thy name shall make a Holy day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Cosswold</i> Shepheards as their flockes they keepe,<br /></span> +<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0">To put off lazie drowsinesse and sleepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall sit to tell, and heare thy Story tould,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That night shall come ere they their flocks can fould.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12"><i>Michaell Drayton.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p> +<h2>NOTES</h2> + + +<p>These notes are not intended to supply materials for the criticism of +the text. So freely, indeed, did Drayton alter his poems for a fresh +edition, that the ordinary machinery of an <i>apparatus criticus</i> would be +overtasked if the attempt were made. All that has been undertaken here +is to provide the requisite information in places where the text +followed seemed open to suspicion.</p> + +<p>It may be added that the punctuation of the originals has in general +been preserved; in a few flagrant instances, where the text as it stood +was misleading, it has been modified. Such changes are not noted here.</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_2'>2</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>1,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>14 </td> + <td align='left'>vertues] vertuous 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_3'>3</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>3,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>1 </td> + <td align='left'>Ioue] loue 1599, 1602, 1605</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>3 </td> + <td align='left'>them forth,] them, forth 1599. <i>But the 1619 version supports the reading in the text.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_5'>5</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>8,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>8 </td> + <td align='left'>men] ones 1599: women 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>9 </td> + <td align='left'>to 1599, 1619: of 1594</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_6'>6</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>9,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>11 </td> + <td align='left'>in] on 1602</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>10,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>12 </td> + <td align='left'>her] his 1602: their 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_8'>8</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>14,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>14 </td> + <td align='left'>anatomize 1599. <i>But there is ground for believing that</i> anotamize <i>represents a current pronunciation.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_9'>9</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>15,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>10 </td> + <td align='left'>She'st] ? She'll</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_10'>10</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>17,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>9 </td> + <td align='left'>Were] Where 1594</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>18,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>5 </td> + <td align='left'>Elizia] Elizium 1599</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_11'>11</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>20,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>10 </td> + <td align='left'>whir-poole] whirl-poole 1602</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>12 </td> + <td align='left'>Helycon] Helicon 1602</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_14'>14</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>26,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>5 </td> + <td align='left'>Thy 1599 etc.: The 1594</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_15'>15</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>27,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>4 </td> + <td align='left'>Thus] This 1594</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>12 </td> + <td align='left'>depriued] ? depraued</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_18'>18</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>33,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>3 </td> + <td align='left'>Wishing] Wisheth 1599</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span><a href='#Page_19'>19</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>36,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>13 </td> + <td align='left'>And others] And eithers 1599</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_20'>20</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>37,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>4 </td> + <td align='left'>euer-certaine] neuer-certaine 1602</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>1,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>4 </td> + <td align='left'>song] sung 1613</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_31'>31</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>10,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>2 </td> + <td align='left'>bids] bad 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>12 </td> + <td align='left'>my ... his] his ... my 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_37'>37</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>30,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>14 </td> + <td align='left'>hollowed] halowed 1605: hallow'd 1619. <i>But cf.</i> <a href='#Page_94'>94</a>, l. 18.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_38'>38</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>43,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>3 </td> + <td align='left'>Wherein 1602, 1605: Where, in 1619: Wherein 1599</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_39'>39</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>44,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>4 </td> + <td align='left'>Paynting] Panting 1608</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>8 </td> + <td align='left'>Wherein 1602, 1605, 1619: Where in 1599</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_40'>40</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>55,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>7 </td> + <td align='left'>forces heere,] forces, here 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>56,</td> + <td align='right' colspan="2"><i>heading</i> </td> + <td align='left'>A Consonet] A Cansonet 1602</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_41'>41</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>57,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>13 </td> + <td align='left'>yet] then 1595</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_42'>42</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>17,</td> + <td align='right'>ll.</td> + <td align='right'>4, 13 </td> + <td align='left'>Promethius] Prometheus 1605</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_43'>43</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>27,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>2 </td> + <td align='left'>Who can he loue? 1608: Who? can he loue: 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>12 </td> + <td align='left'>They resolute,] They resolute? 1608, 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_44'>44</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>31,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>4 </td> + <td align='left'>appose] oppose 1608, 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>9 </td> + <td align='left'>They 1619: The 1602, 1605, 1608</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_48'>48</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>47,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>8 </td> + <td align='left'>a 1619: and 1605, 1608</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_49'>49</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>51,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>1 </td> + <td align='left'>to 1608: <i>omitted in</i> 1605</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_53'>53</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>21,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>11 </td> + <td align='left'>soe] ? loe</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>13 </td> + <td align='left'>Troth] Froth 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_71'>71</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>16 </td> + <td align='left'>scowles] scoulds 1606</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>37 </td> + <td align='left'>whome 1606: whose 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>41 </td> + <td align='left'>rage 1606: age 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_74'>74</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>25 </td> + <td align='left'>he 1619: shee 1606</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_77'>77</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>34 </td> + <td align='left'>some few 1606: some, few 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_79'>79</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>10 </td> + <td align='left'>their] ? there.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_83'>83</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>72 </td> + <td align='left'>Stuck] <i>The emendation</i> Struck <i>is tempting (the form is somewhat uncommon but not unparalleled); especially in view of</i> l. 80.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_94'>94</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>18 </td> + <td align='left'>hollow'd] <i>cf.</i> <a href='#Page_37'>37</a>, 30, l. 14</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_96'>96</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>120 </td> + <td align='left'>the] <i>no doubt a printer's error for</i> they</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_97'>97</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>125 </td> + <td align='left'>be lowe] belowe 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_97'>97</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>126 </td> + <td align='left'>whether] whethet 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span><a href='#Page_98'>98</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>37 </td> + <td align='left'>it] <i>omitted in</i> 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_101'>101</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>62 </td> + <td align='left'>be] ? been</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_104'>104</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>88 </td> + <td align='left'>him] ? them</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>94 </td> + <td align='left'>ceaze 1620: lease 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_106'>106</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>37 </td> + <td align='left'>his] <i>omitted in</i> 1631</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>56 </td> + <td align='left'>warnd] warne 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_110'>110</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>105 </td> + <td align='left'>Neat] Next <i>conj. Beeching</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_118'>118</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right' colspan="2"><i>heading</i> </td> + <td align='left'>Chaplaine] Chapliane 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_120'>120</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>81 </td> + <td align='left'>extirpe 1631: extipe 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_146'>146</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>90 </td> + <td align='left'>fett] sett <i>and</i> frett <i>have been conjectured.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_153'>153</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>92 </td> + <td align='left'>debate] delate 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_154'>154</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>115 </td> + <td align='left'>claue] ? cleaue</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_156'>156</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>220 </td> + <td align='left'>euery] euer 1627</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_174'>174</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>225 </td> + <td align='left'>wither] whither 1630</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_177'>177</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>343 </td> + <td align='left'>rawe] taw 1748</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_192'>192</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>18 </td> + <td align='left'>there] they 1630</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_232'>232</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>12 </td> + <td align='left'>vnto] vp to 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_233'>233</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>53 </td> + <td align='left'>fame] faire 1606</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_234'>234</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>66 </td> + <td align='left'>moue] mock 1606</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_238'>238</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>25 </td> + <td align='left'>feature] features 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_240'>240</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>99 </td> + <td align='left'>long] loue 1606</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_242'>242</a>,</td> + <td align='right'><i>Ecl. ij,</i></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>21 </td> + <td align='left'>moane 1600: moans 1605</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_243'>243</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>55 </td> + <td align='left'>But it if the Male doth want 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_244'>244</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>37 </td> + <td align='left'>along she went 1619: she went along 1606</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_245'>245</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>43 </td> + <td align='left'>lowe] loud 1600, 1619</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_247'>247</a>,</td> + <td align='left'></td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>37 </td> + <td align='left'>glories 1619: glorious 1606</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>ERRATA</h3> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> + <td align='left'>Page</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_94'>94</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>5</td> + <td align='left'><i>for</i> of said <i>read</i> said</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='center'>"</td> + <td align='right'><a href='#Page_173'>173</a>,</td> + <td align='right'>l.</td> + <td align='right'>170</td> + <td align='left'><i>for</i> you <i>read</i> your</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h5> +Oxford<br /> +Printed at the Clarendon Press<br /> +By Horace Hart, M.A.<br /> +Printer to the University<br /> +</h5> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Minor Poems of Michael Drayton, by Michael Drayton + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MINOR POEMS OF MICHAEL DRAYTON *** + +***** This file should be named 17873-h.htm or 17873-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/7/8/7/17873/ + +Produced by David Starner, Taavi Kalju and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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