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Bullen - -Release Date: February 19, 2017 [EBook #54194] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SOME LONGER ELIZABETHAN POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by David Starner, Jane Robins, 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) - - - - - - - - - - -SOME LONGER ELIZABETHAN POEMS - - - - - _AN ENGLISH GARNER_ - - - - - SOME LONGER - ELIZABETHAN POEMS - - WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY - A. H. BULLEN - - [Illustration] - - WESTMINSTER - ARCHIBALD CONSTABLE AND CO., LTD. - 1903 - - - - -PUBLISHERS' NOTE - - -The texts contained in the present volume are reprinted with very -slight alterations from the _English Garner_ issued in eight volumes -(1877-1890, London, 8vo) by Professor Arber, whose name is sufficient -guarantee for the accurate collation of the texts with the rare -originals, the old spelling being in most cases carefully modernised. -The contents of the original _Garner_ have been rearranged and now for -the first time classified, under the general editorial supervision -of Mr. Thomas Seccombe. Certain lacunae have been filled by the -interpolation of fresh matter. The Introductions are wholly new and -have been written specially for this issue. - - -Edinburgh: T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - Sir John Davies--Orchestra, or A Poem of Dancing, 1596, 1 - - Sir John Davies--Nosce Teipsum:-- - 1. Of Human Knowledge,} - 2. Of the Soul of Man,} 1599, 41 - - Sir John Davies--Hymns of Astræa, in Acrostic Verse, 1599, 107 - - Six Idillia, that is six small or petty poems or Æglogues of - Theocritus translated into English Verse (Anon), Oxford, - 1588, 123 - - *Richard Barnfield--The Affectionate Shepheard. Containing - the Complaint of Daphnis for the love of Ganymede, - 1594, 147 - - *Richard Barnfield--Cynthia. With Certaine Sonnets and the - Legend of Cassandra, 1595, 187 - - *Richard Barnfield--The Encomion of Lady Pecunia: or The - Praise of Money, 1598, 227 - - *Richard Barnfield--The Complaint of Poetrie for the Death of - Liberalitie, 1598, 241 - - *Richard Barnfield--The Combat, betweene Conscience and - Covetousnesse in the minde of Man, 1598, 253 - - *Richard Barnfield--Poems: in divers humors, 1598, 261 - - Astrophel. A Pastoral Elegy upon the death of the most noble - and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. A group of - elegies by Spenser and other hands printed as an - Appendix to Spenser's Colin Clouts come home again, - 1595, 271 - - J. C.--Alcilia: Philoparthen's Loving Folly, 1595, 319 - - Antony Scoloker--Daiphantus, or The Passions of Love, by - An. Sc. Whereunto is added The Passionate Man's - Pilgrimage, 1604, 363 - - Michael Drayton--_Odes_ [drawn from _Poems Lyrick and Pastorall_, - 1606, and the later _Poems_ of 1619], 405 - -*The items indicated by an asterisk are new additions to _An English -Garner_. - - - - -INTRODUCTION - - -As there is no need to adopt a strictly chronological order for the -poems included in the present volume, I have begun with the _Orchestra_ -and _Nosce Teipsum_ of Sir John Davies (1569-1626), who was undoubtedly -one of the most brilliant figures of the Elizabethan Age. Well-born -and gently bred, educated at Winchester and at New College, Oxford, -Davies was exceptionally fortunate in escaping the pecuniary cares that -harassed so many Elizabethan men of letters. From the Middle Temple -he was called to the bar in 1595 (at the age of twenty-six). In the -previous year _Orchestra_ had been entered in the Stationers' Register, -but the poem was first published in 1596. From the dedicatory sonnet -to Richard Martin we learn that it was written in fifteen days. There -are, however, no signs of haste in the writing, and it may fairly be -claimed that this poem in praise of dancing is a graceful monument of -ingenious fancy. Lucian composed a valuable and entertaining treatise -on dancing, and I suspect that Περὶ ᾽Ορχήσεως gave Davies -the idea of writing _Orchestra_. - -In the opening stanzas[1] we are presented with a picturesque -description of - - 'The sovereign castle of the rockly isle - Wherein Penelope the Princess lay,' - -lit with a thousand lamps on a festal night when the suitors had -assembled, at the queen's invitation, to hear the minstrel Phoemius -sing the praises of the heroes who had fought at Troy. With such beauty -shone Penelope that the suitors were abashed at their temerity in -having dared to woo her. But one 'fresh and jolly knight,' Antinous, so -far from being dismayed, - - 'boldly gan advance - And with fair manners wooed the Queen to dance.' - -She blushingly declined, and mildly chided him for trying to persuade -her to new-fangled follies. Forthwith he launched into a rapturous -disquisition on the antiquity of dancing, which began when Love -persuaded the jarring elements--fire, air, earth, and water--to -cease from conflict and observe true measure. The sun and moon, the -fixed and wandering stars, the girdling sea and running streams, all -'yield perfect forms of dancing.' With exuberant fancy, fetching his -illustrations from near and far, he pursues his theme through many -richly-coloured stanzas. It may be worth while to remark (as his -editors have been silent on the subject) that Davies does not scruple -to borrow freely from Lucian. Take, for instance, stanza 80:-- - - 'Wherefore was Proteus said himself to change - Into a stream, a lion, and a tree, - And many other forms fantastic strange - As in his fickle thought he wished to be? - But that he danced with such facility, - As, like a lion, he could prance with pride, - Ply like a plant and like a river glide." - -Now hear Lucian:-- - - δοκεῖ γάρ μοι ὁ παλαιὸς μῆθος καὶ Πρωτέα - τὸν Αἰγύπτιον οὐκ ἄλλο τι ἢ ὀρχηστήν τινα - γενέσθαι λέγειν, μιμητικὸν ἄνθρωπον καὶ πρὸς - πάντα σχηματίζεσθαι καὶ μεταβάλλεσθαι δυνάμενον, - ὡς καὶ ὕδατος ὑγρότητα μιμεῖσθαι καὶ πυρὸς - ὀξύτητα ἐν τᾖ τῆς κινήσεως σφοδρότητι καὶ - λέοντος ἀγριότητα καὶ παρδάλεως θυμὸν καὶ - δένδρου δόνημα, καὶ ὅλως ὅ τι καὶ θελήσειεν.[2] - -Here is another example (Stanza 17):-- - - 'Dancing, bright Lady, then began to be - When the first seeds whereof the world did spring, - The Fire, Air, Earth, and Water did agree - By Love's persuasion (Nature's mighty King) - To leave their first disordered combating, - And in a dance such measures to observe - As all the world their motion should preserve.' - -With this compare Lucian (as Englished by Jasper Mayne): 'First, then, -you plainly seem to me not to know that dancing is no new invention or -of yesterday's or the other day's growth, or born among our forefathers -or their ancestors. But they who most truly derive dancing, say it -sprung with the first beginning of the universe, and had a birth -equally as ancient as love.' It would be easy to multiply instances. Of -course Davies' borrowings from Lucian do not for a moment detract from -his poem's merit: indeed they give an added zest. - -In the 1596 edition _Orchestra_ ends with a compliment to Queen -Elizabeth, and stanzas in praise of Spenser, Daniel, and others. Davies -had evidently intended to write a sequel; for, when _Orchestra_ was -republished in the collective edition of his poems (1622), it was -described on the title-page as 'not finished,' some new stanzas were -added, and it ended abruptly in the middle of a simile. The poem is -quite long enough as we have it in the 1596 edition, and we need not -lament that Davies failed to carry out his intention of continuing it: -μηδὲν ἄγαν. - -To his youthful days belong the _Epigrams_, which were bound up with -Marlowe's translation of Ovid's _Amores_ (with a Middleburgh imprint): -occasionally indecorous, they are seldom wanting in wit and pleasantry. - -In February 1597-8, Davies was disbarred for a breach of discipline. He -quarrelled with Richard Martin (afterwards Recorder of London)--to whom -he had dedicated _Orchestra_--and assaulted him at dinner in the Middle -Temple Hall, breaking a cudgel over his head. Retiring to Oxford, he -engaged in the more peaceful occupation of composing _Nosce Teipsum_, -a poem on the immortality of the soul, which was published in 1599. -It was an ambitious task that this young disbarred bencher took in -hand, but he acquitted himself ably. Some of his modern admirers have -exceeded all reasonable bounds in their praise of the poem. Rejecting -these extravagant eulogies, we may claim that Davies, while he was -leading the life of an inns-of-court man of fashion, had remained a -steadfast lover of learning and letters; that he had stored his mind -richly; and that his well-turned quatrains have had an inspiring -influence on later poets. Young, in _Night Thoughts_, was under special -obligation to Davies. Matthew Arnold had no enthusiasm for Elizabethan -writers; but, unless I am greatly mistaken, he had glanced at _Nosce -Teipsum_. In 'A Southern Night' Arnold wrote-- - - ... 'And see all things from pole to pole,[3] - And glance, and nod, and bustle by, - And never once possess our soul - Before we die,' - ---a stanza that bears a very suspicious resemblance to Davies' -quatrain-- - - 'We that acquaint ourselves with every zone, - And pass both tropics, and behold both poles; - When we come home, are to ourselves unknown - And unacquainted still with our own souls.' - -All the arguments for and against the immortality of the soul were -threshed out ages ago, and there is little or nothing new to say -on the subject. A poet's skill lies in graciously attiring the old -commonplaces; in searching out the right persuasive words and uttering -them so melodiously that dull 'approved verities'--sparkling with -sudden lustre--are transmuted into something rich and strange. It is -idle to talk about Davies' 'deep and original thinking.' Many stanzas -can be brushed aside as tiresome and uncouth; but something will be -left. In his handling of the ten-syllabled quatrain (with alternate -rhymes) Davies showed considerable deftness. The metre has weight and -dignity, but is apt to become stiff and monotonous. Davies certainly -succeeded in securing more freedom and variety than might have been -anticipated. Inspired by his example, Davenant chose this metre for -_Gondibert;_ and Davenant was followed by Dryden, who in the preface to -_Annus Mirabilis_ says all that can be said in favour of the quatrain -(which was seen to best advantage in Gray's _Elegy_). - -Though few may be at the pains to read through _Nosce Teipsum_ at a -blow, it is a poem that lends itself admirably to quotation. Towards -the end there is a cluster of fine stanzas('O ignorant poor man,' -etc.) that have found their way into many volumes of selected poetry; -and even the arid tracts are dotted with green oases. Tennyson, with -somewhat wearisome iteration, pleaded through stanza after stanza of -_In Memoriam_ that the longing which most men unquestionably have for -immortality must needs be based on a sure foundation:-- - - 'We think we were not made to die, - And Thou hast made us, Thou art just.' - -Davies sums up pithily in a single line:-- - - 'If Death do quench us quite, we have great wrong.' - -A poet greater than Davies, greater than Tennyson, the august -Lucretius, in the noble verses that he pondered through the still -nights (seeking to do justice to the doctrine of his Master Epicurus), -scathingly checks our vaulting aspirations. If we have enjoyed the -banquet of life, why should we not rise content and pass to our -dreamless sleep? If our life has been wastefully squandered and is -become a weariness to us, why should we hesitate to make an end of it? -'Aufer abhinc lacrimas, balatro, et compesce querellas!' - -_Astræa_, a series of acrostic verses on Queen Elizabeth, is merely -a _tour de force_ of courtly ingenuity. Much more interesting is -Davies' group of graceful little poems, _Twelve Wonders of the World_, -published in the second edition (1608) of Davison's _Poetical Rhapsody_. - -In 1603 Davies was appointed Solicitor-General for Ireland, and in -1606 Attorney-General. His letters to Cecil give a valuable and vivid -account of the state of Ireland; and his _Discovery of the True Cause -why Ireland was never entirely subdued_, 1612, is a treatise of the -first importance. Davies' political writings wait the attention of a -competent editor, who would undoubtedly find absorbing interest in his -task. - -It was the poet's misfortune to marry a crazy rhapsodical woman -(Eleanor Touchet, sister of the notorious Baron Audley), who annoyed -him by putting herself into mourning and bidding him 'within three -years to expect the mortal blow.' Three days before his death she -'gave him pass to take his long sleep.' He resented these admonitions, -and testily exclaimed, 'I pray you weep not while I am alive, and I -will give you leave to laugh when I am dead.' On 7th December 1626 -he dined with Lord Keeper Coventry, and on the following morning was -found dead of apoplexy. It was perhaps fortunate that his life had not -been prolonged, for his views of kingly prerogative were high. He had -supported the king's demand for a forced loan, and (when 'the mortal -blow' really came) was about to succeed Lord Chief Justice Crew, who -had been removed from office for refusing to affirm the legality of -such loans. - -Not much need be said about _Six Idillia_, 1588, the anonymous -translations (pp. 123-146) from Theocritus. It is a performance worthy -of George Turberville or 'that painful furtherer of learning' Barnabe -Googe. On the verso of the title page is the Horatian inscription:-- - - 'E.D. - - Libenter hic et omnis exantlabitur - Labor, in tuæ spem gratiæ.' - -Collier, misreading this dedication, claimed the _Idillia_ for -Sir Edward Dyer, and his mistake has been followed by some later -bibliographers. But in the first place there is nothing to show that -'E.D.' was Sir Edward Dyer; and in the second it is perfectly plain -that the translations were dedicated to 'E.D.,' not written by him. -The rhymed fourteen-syllable lines are somewhat uncouth and do scant -justice to the liquid melody of Theocritus' hexameters; but though -these _Idillia_ have no great literary value, the hardy pioneer -is entitled to some credit for breaking new ground. Only one copy -(preserved in the Bodleian Library) of the original edition is known. -Some years ago a small edition, for private circulation, was issued -from the press of Rev. H.C. Daniel. - -Richard Barnfield(1574-1627) had genuine poetical gifts, but seldom -displayed them to advantage. Born in 1574 at Norbury, near Newport, -Shropshire, he was educated at Brasenose College, Oxford, and is -conjectured to have been a member of Gray's Inn. He seems to have -spent most of his time in the country, leading the life of a country -gentleman. In 1594 he published _The Affectionate Shepheard_ (with a -dedication to Lady Penelope Rich), and in 1595 _Cynthia_. His last -work, _The Encomion of Lady Pecunia_, followed in 1598, a second -edition (with changes and additions) appearing in 1605. He died in -March 1626-7, leaving a son and a grand-daughter. In his will he is -described as of 'Dorlestone, in the Countie of Stafford, Esquire.'[4] - -_The Affectionate Shepheard_ was inspired by Virgil's Second Eclogue. -Though the choice of subject was not happy, it must be allowed that -in describing country contentment and the pastimes of silly shepherds -Barnfield shows un-laboured fluency and grace, with playful touches -of quaint extravagance. The passage beginning 'And when th'art wearie -of thy keeping Sheepe'(pp. 159, 160) and ending 'Like Lillyes in -a bed of roses shed' is a pleasant piece of poetical embroidery. -Barnfield doubtless adopted the six-line stanza in imitation of -_Venus and Adonis_, 1593(which had in turn been modelled on Lodge's -_Glaucus and Scylla_, 1589). It has been recently pointed out--by Mr. -Charles Crawford in _Notes and Queries_--that some passages in _The -Affectionate Shepheard_ were closely imitated from Marlowe and Nashe's -_Dido_ (published in 1594), and that one line has been taken straight -out of Marlowe's _Edward II._ Appended to _The Affectionate Shepheard_ -are _The Complainte of Chastitie_, in imitation of Michael Drayton, and -_Hellens Rape_--a copy of 'English Hexameters' so atrociously bad that -one wonders whether it was written to bring contempt on the metre which -Gabriel Harvey and others were vainly striving to popularise. - -To _Cynthia_ is prefixed a copy of high-flying commendatory verses, -from which very little sense can be extracted, by 'T.T.,' possibly -Thomas Thorpe, the publisher of Shakespeare's Sonnets. In the address -to 'The Curteous Gentlemen Readers' Barnfield claims indulgence for -_Cynthia_ on the ground that it was the first 'imitation of the verse -of that excellent Poet, Maister _Spencer_, in his _Fayrie Queene_.' -The poem is a compliment to Queen Elizabeth, who is adjudged by Jove -to have merited the golden apple wrongly given by Paris to Venus. -When Barnfield mentioned that he borrowed the metre of _Cynthia_ from -Spenser, he forgot to add that the matter was drawn from Peele's -_Arraignment of Paris_. To _Cynthia_ succeed twenty sonnets extolling, -after the fashion of the age, the beauty and virtues of an imaginary -youth, Ganymede. In the last sonnet Barnfield introduces compliments to -Spenser (Colin) and Drayton (Rowland):-- - - 'Ah had great _Colin_, chiefe of sheepheards all, - Or gentle _Rowland_, my professed friend, - Had they thy beautie, or my pennance pend, - Greater had beene thy fame, and lesse my fall: - But since that euerie one cannot be wittie, - Pardon I craue of them, and of thee pitty.' - -The 'Ode' that follows the sonnets runs trippingly away in easy -trochaics; but _Cassandra_ is laboured and languid. - -_The Encomion of Lady Pecunia_ has an 'Address to the Gentlemen -Readers,' in which Barnfield states that he had been at much pains to -find an unhackneyed subject for his pen. After long consideration he -had determined to write the praises of money, a theme both new (for -none had ventured upon it before) and pleasing (for money is always in -esteem). It was in pursuit of money that Hawkins and Drake had lost -their lives. Barnfield wrote a fine epitaph on Hawkins:-- - - 'The[5] Waters were his Winding sheete, the Sea was made his Toome; - Yet for his fame the Ocean Sea was not sufficient roome.' - -His lines on Drake are not quite so happy:-- - - 'England[6] his hart; his Corps the Waters have; - And that which raysed his fame, became his grave.' - -The _Encomion_ is smoothly written, and is not without humour. -A country gentleman in easy circumstances, Barnfield could dally -playfully with a subject that had for him no terrors. His example -probably led 'T. A.' (Thomas Acheley?) to write _The Massacre of -Money_, 1602. _The Complaint of Poetrie for the Death of Liberalitie_ -seems to be an imitation of Spenser's _Teares of the Muses_. More -interesting are the _Poems: in divers humors_ at the end of the -booklet, for among them are the sonnet 'If Musique and sweet Poetrie -agree,' and the 'Ode' beginning 'As it fell upon a day,' which were -long ascribed erroneously to Shakespeare. In the poem entitled -'A Remembrance of some English Poets' Barnfield praises Spenser, -Daniel, Drayton, and Shakespeare. For Sir Philip Sidney he had a deep -admiration, but his 'Epitaph' was a poor tribute. The verse with -which the tract ends,'A Comparison of the Life of Man,' is distinctly -impressive:-- - - 'Mans life is well compared to a feast, - Furnisht with choice of all Varietie: - To it comes Tyme; and as a bidden guest - Hee sets him downe, in Pompe and Majestie; - The three-folde Age of Man the Waiters bee: - Then with an earthen voyder (made of clay) - Comes Death, and takes the table clean away.' - -We now reach a group of elegies (pp. 271-318) by various hands on Sir -Philip Sidney, printed as an Appendix to Spenser's _Colin Clouts Come -Home Againe_, 1595, with a dedication to Sidney's widow, who by her -second marriage had become Countess of Essex. There was no man more -generally beloved than Sidney, and none whose loss was more sincerely -deplored. Numberless were the tributes paid in verse and prose to his -memory. The present collection embraces 'Astrophel,' by Spenser; -the 'Dolefull Lay of Clorinda,' by Sidney's sister, the Countess of -Pembroke; 'The Mourning Muse of Thestylis' and 'A Pastorall Æglogue,' -both by Lodowick Bryskett; 'An Elegie, or Friends Passion, for his -Astrophel,' by Matthew Roydon; 'An Epitaph,' probably by Sir Walter -Ralegh; and 'Another of the same' (_i.e._ on the same subject), which -Malone was inclined to attribute to Sir Edward Dyer, while Charles Lamb -ascribed it on internal evidence to Fulke Greville. Although _Colin -Clouts Come Home Againe_ was first published in 1595, the dedicatory -epistle to Sir Walter Ralegh is dated from Kilcolman, 27th December -1591. All the elegies were doubtless written soon after Sidney's death. -Lodowick Bryskett's two poems had been entered in the Stationers' -Register on 22nd August 1587, but are not known to have been separately -published. Matthew Roydon's elegy had appeared in the _Phœnix Nest_, -1593, where also are found the 'Epitaph' and 'Another of the Same. -Excellently written by a most woorthy gentleman.' - -In _The Ruines of Time_ (1591) there are some fine stanzas to Sidney's -memory; but if the literary public expected an elaborate elegy from -Spenser, 'Astrophel' must have disappointed their hopes. When we recall -Moschus' lament over Bion, or Ovid's tribute to Tibullus, or _Lycidas_, -or _Adonais_, Spenser's elegy on Sidney seems thin and colourless. -Scores of poets who had not a tithe of Spenser's genius have left -elegies that far transcend 'Astrophel.' Lady Pembroke's sisterly -tribute of affection will be read with respect; but however much we -may commend the pious intentions of the naturalised Italian Ludowick -Bryskett, it is impossible to find a word of praise for such 'rude -rhymes' as - - 'Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry boures! - Forsake your mossy caves and help me to lament; - Help me to tune my dolefull notes to gurgling sound - Of Liffies tumbling streames; come, let salt teares of ours - Mix with his waters fresh,' etc. - -Matthew Roydon's elegy is too diffuse, but has some most happy and -memorable stanzas. As we gaze at Isaac Oliver's beautiful miniature of -Sidney, in the Windsor Palace collection, those oft-quoted lines of -Roydon inevitably leap to the lips:-- - - 'A sweet attractive kind of grace, - A full assurance given by lookes, - Continuall comfort in a face, - The lineaments of Gospell bookes: - I trowe that countenance cannot lie - Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.' - -The 'Epitaph' beginning, 'To praise thy life, or waile thy worthie -death' appears to have been written by Sir Walter Ralegh. Sir John -Harington, in the notes appended to the sixteenth book of his -translation of _Orlando Furioso_ (1591), refers to 'our English -Petrarke, Sir Philip Sidney, or (as Sir Walter Rawleigh in his Epitaph -worthily calleth him) the Scipio and the Petrarke of our time' (see the -last stanza of the poem). Harington had evidently seen the 'Epitaph' in -MS.; and there is not the slightest reason for questioning the accuracy -of his ascription, for he was well acquainted with the poets of the -time, and curious information may be gathered from his Notes. I find -Ralegh's elegy somewhat obscure; pregnant, but harshly worded. Nor can -I profess any great admiration for 'Another of the same,' where the -vehemence of the writer's grief choked his utterance. - -Of the first edition of _Alcilia: Philoparthen's Loving Folly_, -1595 (pp. 319-362), only one copy is known, preserved in the public -library at Hamburgh. On the last page are subscribed the author's -initials 'J.C.', which have been altered in ink to 'J.G.' in the -Hamburgh copy. The poem was reprinted in London in 1613, 1619, and -1628, being accompanied by Marston's _Pygmalion's Image_ and Samuel -Page's _Amos and Laura_. Who 'J.C.' may have been is unknown; for the -wild conjecture that he was John Chalkhill, author of _Thealma and -Clearchus_ and friend of Izaak Walton, is chronologically untenable. -For the space of two years the unknown poet had pressed his attentions -upon the lady whom he called Alcilia. She finally rejected his -addresses, and young 'J.C.' was not sorry to escape from bondage. -Hardly a trace of genuine passion can be found in _Alcilia_, which is -merely (as the author freely admits) a collection of odds and ends -written 'at divers times and upon divers occasions.' It is somewhat -surprising that there was a demand for new editions. 'J.C.' wrote with -elegance and facility, but the note of originality is wanting. Had the -poem appeared a few years earlier, it would have been entitled to more -consideration; but the achievements of Greene, Lodge, and others had -made it possible in the closing years of the sixteenth century for any -young writer of respectable talents to compose such verse as we find in -_Alcilia_. - -_Daiphantus_, or _The Passions of Love_, 1604 (pp. 363-404), is -described on the title-page as 'By An. Sc. Gentleman,' assumed to stand -for Antony Scoloker. In the days of Henry VIII there was an Antony -Scoloker, a printer and translator, with whom 'An. Sc.' was doubtless -connected In the humorous prose address there is an interesting -reference to Shakespeare:--'It should be like the never-too-well-read -_Arcadia_ where the Prose and Verse, Matter and Words, are like his -Mistress eyes, one still excelling another and without corrival; or -to come home to the Vulgar's element, like friendly Shake-speare's -_Tragedies_, where the Comedian rides when the Tragedian stands on -tiptoe. Faith it should please all like Prince HAMLET. But, in sadness, -then it were to be feared he would run mad. In sooth I will not be -moonsick to please, nor out of my wits though I displease all. What? -Poet, are you in passion or out of Love? This is as strange as true.' -In the poem itself there is another reference to 'mad Hamlet,' though -Scoloker there seems to be glancing at the older play on the subject of -Hamlet. For the reader's guidance an 'Argument' is obligingly prefixed, -but it is to be feared that even with the help of this Argument he -will not find the poem very intelligible or of engrossing interest. -_Daiphantus_, of which only one copy (in the Douce Collection) is -known, was perhaps intended merely for circulation among the author's -friends, who may have been able to read between the lines. Appended is -the fine poem, 'The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage,' beginning:-- - - 'Give me my Scalop Shell of quiet, - My Staff of faith to walk upon, - My Scrip of joy, immortal diet, - My Bottle of salvation, - My Gown of glory, hope's true gage, - And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage,' etc. - -Possibly the publisher tacked on these verses without Scoloker's -knowledge. It is quite certain that they were not written by the author -of _Daiphantus_, and there are good reasons for assigning them to Sir -Walter Ralegh (_see_ Hannah's edition of Ralegh's _Poems_, 1885). - -The 'Odes' of Michael Drayton (pp. 405-441), drawn from _Poems Lyrick -and Pastorall_ (1606?), and the later collection of 1619, contain some -of his best writing. There is no need to praise the glorious 'Ballad of -Agincourt,' but it may be noted that Drayton spent considerable pains -over the revision of this poem. It was fine in its original form, but -every change found in the later version was a clear improvement. No -signs of the file are visible, and we should certainly judge--unless -we had evidence to the contrary--that this imperishable 'ballad' had -been thrown off at a white heat. Only inferior to 'Agincourt' is -the stirring ode 'To the Virginian Voyage.' Professor Arber, a high -authority, is of opinion that it was composed some time before 12th -August 1606, on which day the Plymouth Company despatched Captain Henry -Challons' ship to North Virginia. In this valedictory address Drayton -writes:-- - - 'Your course securely steer, - West-and-by-South forth keep! - Rocks,[7] Lee-shores, nor Shoals, - When Æolus scowls, - You need not fear: - So absolute the deep.' - -Captain Challons sailed to Madeira, St. Lucia, Porto Rico, and thence -towards North Virginia. His little ship of fifty-five tons, with a crew -of twenty-nine Englishmen (and two native Virginians), had the ill-luck -on 10th November to fall in with the Spanish fleet of eight ships -returning from Havanna. It was captured by the Spaniards and the crew -were taken prisoners to Spain. - -In a lighter vein, the ode beginning 'Maidens, why spare ye,' was -worthy to have been set to music by Robert Jones. The seventh ode was -written from the Peak in winter-- - - 'Amongst the mountains bleak, - Exposed to sleet and rain'-- - -where Charles Cotton afterwards resided. Drayton's statement in the -ninth ode-- - - 'My resolution such - How well and not how much - To write'-- - -will draw a smile from any reader who has ever seriously attempted to -grapple with his multitudinous works. But in these odes, and in the -other 'lyric poesies' added in the 1619 edition, he was careful to curb -his tendency to diffuseness. He employed a variety of metres, and his -experiments were not always happy. Ode 5, 'An Amouret Anacreontic,' -cannot be unreservedly commended, and Ode 9, 'A Skeltoniad,' could -be spared. One of the most attractive poems is the address 'To his -Rival,' a capital piece of good-natured raillery. In his early work -Drayton frequently taxes the reader's patience by his disregard for -grammatical proprieties, and some of these maturer Odes are so ineptly -harsh that one has to grope for the writer's meaning (while one bans -the punctuation of old printers and modern editors alike). Hence it is -particularly pleasant to meet such a poem as 'To his Rival,' which -never swerves awry, but runs on blithely without an encountering -obstacle. The 'Hymn to his Lady's Birthplace' is a polished compliment, -and very charming is the canzonet 'To his Coy Love.' I end with -expressing a hope that the extracts here given from Michael Drayton may -induce the reader to make further acquaintance[8] with the writings of -one of the most lovable of our elder poets. - - A.H. BULLEN. - -FOOTNOTES: - -[Footnote 1: Ben Jonson (_Conversations with William Drummond of -Hawthornden_) took exception to the opening lines:-- - - 'He scorned such verses as could be transponed-- - Where is the man that never yett did hear - Of faire Penelope, Ulisses Queene? - Of faire Penelope Ulisses Queene, - Wher is the man that never yett did hear?' -] - -[Footnote 2: The passage is thus rendered by Jasper Mayne (_Part of -Lucian, made English ... in the year 1638_):--'Nor were it amiss, -having passed through India and Aethiopia, to draw our discourse -down to their neighbouring Aegypt. Where the ancient fiction which -goes of Proteus, methinks, signifies him only to be a certain dancer -and mimic; who could transform and change himself into all shapes, -sometimes acting the fluidness of water, sometimes the sharpness of -fire, occasioned by the quickness of its aspiring motion, sometimes the -fierceness of a lion, and fury of a libbard, and waving of an oak, and -whatever he liked.'] - -[Footnote 3: Cf. also Arnold's "Obermann once more":-- - - '"Poor World," she cried, "so deep accurst, - That runn'st from pole to pole - To seek a draught to quench thy thirst, - Go seek it in thy soul."' -] - -[Footnote 4: The poems of Barnfield were not in the original _Garner_ -and are now incorporated for the first time.] - -[Footnote 5: Prince in his _Worthies of Devon_(1701) quotes this -couplet as an epitaph, by an anonymous writer, on Drake.] - -[Footnote 6: There is a better epitaph on Drake in _Wit's -Recreations_(1640):-- - - 'Sir Drake, whom well the world's end knew, - Which thou didst compasse round. - And whom both Poles of Heaven once saw, - Which North and South do bound: - The Stars above would make thee known - If men here silent were: - The Sun himselfe cannot forget - His fellow-passenger.' -] - -[Footnote 7: On March 31, 1605, Captain George Weymouth started from -the Downs with a crew of twenty-nine to discover a North-West Passage -to the East Indies. On May 14 he 'descries land in 41° 30' N. in the -midst of dangerous rocks and shoals. Upon which he puts to sea, the -wind blowing south-south-west and west-south-west many days' (Prince's -_New England Chronology ap._ Garner, ii. 356). Drayton advises the -Virginian voyagers to keep the west-by-south course and so avoid -misadventures. He had not reckoned on the Spanish fleet.] - -[Footnote 8: Several of Drayton's works have been reprinted by the -Spenser Society, and an excellent Introduction to them has been written -by Professor Oliver Elton (1895).] - - - - -_ORCHESTRA_, - -or, - -A Poem of Dancing. - - - Judicially proving the true - observation of Time and - Measure, in the authentical - and laudable - use of Dancing. - - OVID, _Art. Aman._ lib. I. - _Si vox est, canta: si mollia brachia, salta: - Et quacunque potes dote placere, place._ - - _At London_, - Printed by J. ROBARTS for N. LING. - 1596. - - - - -[The following entries at Stationers' Hall prove that this Poem, -composed in fifteen days, was written not later than June, 1594; though -it did not come to the press till November, 1596. - - -25 Junif [1594]. - - Master HARRISON. Entred for his copie in Court holden this day/ a - _Senior._ booke entituled, _Orchestra, or a poeme of Daunsing_. - vjd. - _Transcript &c._ ii. 655. _Ed. 1875._ - - - xxj° Die Novembris [1596]. - - NICHOLAS LYNG/ Entered for his copie under th[e h]andes of Master - JACKSON and master Warden DAWSON, a booke - called _Orchestra, or a poeme of Dauncinge_. vjd. - - _Transcript &c._ iii. 74. _Ed. 1876._ -] - - - - -[Illustration] - -To his very friend, - -Master RICHARD MARTIN. - - - _To whom, shall I, this Dancing Poem send; - This sudden, rash, half-capreol of my wit? - To you, first mover and sole cause of it, - Mine own-self's better half, my dearest friend! - Oh would you, yet, my Muse some honey lend - From your mellifluous tongue (whereon doth sit_ - Suada _in majesty) that I may fit - These harsh beginnings with a sweeter end! - You know the modest sun, full fifteen times, - Blushing did rise, and blushing did descend, - While I, in making of these ill made rhymes, - My golden hours unthriftily did spend: - Yet if, in friendship, you these Numbers praise, - I will mispend another fifteen days._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -[The following Dedication was substituted in the edition of 1622. - -To the Prince. - - -[_i.e._, CHARLES, _Prince of_ WALES.] - - Sir, whatsoever You are pleased to do, - It is your special praise, that you are bent, - And sadly set your Princely mind thereto: - Which makes You in each thing so excellent. - - Hence is it, that You came so soon to be - A Man-at-arms in every point aright, - The fairest flower of noble Chivalry, - And of Saint GEORGE his Band the bravest Knight. - - And hence it is, that all your youthful train - In activeness and grace You do excel, - When You do Courtly dancings entertain: - Then Dancing's praise may be presented well - - To You, whose action adds more praise thereto - Than all the Muses, with their pens can do.] - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -ORCHESTRA, - -or, - -A Poem of Dancing. - - -1. - - Where lives the man, that never yet did hear - Of chaste PENELOPE, ULYSSES's Queen? - Who kept her faith unspotted twenty year; - Till he returned, that far away had been, - And many men and many towns had seen: - Ten year at Siege of Troy, he ling'ring lay; - And ten year in the midland sea did stray. - - -2. - - HOMER, to whom the Muses did carouse - A great deep cup, with heavenly nectar filled; - The greatest deepest cup in JOVE's great house - (For JOVE himself had so expressly willed): - He drank of all, ne let one drop be spilled; - Since when, his brain, that had before been dry, - Became the Wellspring of all Poetry. - - -3. - - Homer doth tell, in his abundant verse, - The long laborious travails of the Man; - And of his Lady too, he doth rehearse, - How she illudes, with all the art she can, - Th'ungrateful love which other Lords began; - For of her Lord, false Fame, long since, had sworn - That NEPTUNE's monsters had his carcass torn. - - -4. - - All this he tells, but one thing he forgot, - One thing most worthy his eternal Song, - But he was old, and blind, and saw it not: - Or else he thought he should ULYSSES wrong, - To mingle it his tragic acts among: - Yet was there not, in all the world of things, - A sweeter burden for his Muse's wings: - - -5. - - The Courtly love ANTINOUS did make, - ANTINOUS, that fresh and jolly Knight, - Which of the Gallants that did undertake - To win the Widow, had most Wealth and Might, - Wit to persuade, and Beauty to delight: - The Courtly love he made unto the Queen, - HOMER forgot, as if it had not been. - - -6. - - Sing then, TERPSICHORE, my light MUSE, sing - His gentle art and cunning courtesy! - You, Lady, can remember everything, - For you are daughter of Queen MEMORY: - But sing a plain and easy melody, - For the soft mean that warbleth but the ground, - To my rude ear doth yield the sweetest sound. - - -7. - - Only one night's Discourse I can report: - When the great Torchbearer of heaven was gone - Down, in a masque, unto the Ocean's Court, - To revel it with TETHYS, all alone; - ANTINOUS disguised, and unknown, - Like to the Spring in gaudy ornament, - Unto the Castle of the Princess went. - - -8. - - The sovereign Castle of the rocky isle, - Wherein PENELOPE the Princess lay, - Shone with a thousand lamps, which did exile - The dim dark shades, and turned the night to day. - Not JOVE's blue tent, what time the sunny ray - Behind the bulwark of the earth retires, - Is seen to sparkle with more twinkling fires. - - -9. - - That night, the Queen came forth from far within, - And in the presence of her Court was seen. - For the sweet singer PHŒMIUS did begin - To praise the Worthies that at Troy had been: - Somewhat of her ULYSSES she did ween, - In his grave Hymn, the heavenly man would sing, - Or of his wars, or of his wandering. - - -10. - - PALLAS, that hour, with her sweet breath divine, - Inspired immortal beauty in her eyes, - That with celestial glory she did shine - Brighter than VENUS, when she doth arise - Out of the waters to adorn the skies. - The Wooers, all amazèd, do admire - And check their own presumptuous desire. - - -11. - - Only ANTINOUS, when at first he viewed - Her star-bright eyes, that with new honour shined, - Was not dismayed; but therewithal renewed - The _noblesse_ and the splendour of his mind: - And, as he did fit circumstances find, - Unto the throne, he boldly 'gan advance, - And, with fair manners, wooed the Queen to dance. - - -12. - - _Goddess of women! sith your heavenliness - Hath now vouchsafed itself to represent - To our dim eyes; which though they see the less, - Yet are they blest in their astonishment: - Imitate heaven, whose beauties excellent - Are in continual motion day and night, - And move thereby more wonder and delight._ - - -13. - - _Let me the mover be, to turn about - Those glorious ornaments that Youth and Love - Have fixed in you, every part throughout: - Which if you will in timely measure move; - Not all those precious gems in heaven above - Shall yield a sight more pleasing to behold - With all their turns and tracings manifold._ - - -14. - - With this, the modest Princess blushed and smiled - Like to a clear and rosy eventide, - And softly did return this answer mild: - _Fair Sir! You needs must fairly be denied, - Where your demand cannot be satisfied. - My feet, which only Nature taught to go, - Did never yet the Art of Footing know._ - - -15. - - _But why persuade you me to this new rage? - For all Disorder and Misrule is new: - For such misgovernment in former Age - Our old divine forefathers never knew; - Who if they lived, and did the follies view, - Which their fond nephews make their chief affairs, - Would hate themselves, that had begot such heirs._ - - -16. - - _Sole Heir of Virtue, and of Beauty both! - Whence cometh it_, ANTINOUS replies, - _That your imperious Virtue is so loath - To grant your Beauty her chief exercise? - Or from what spring doth your opinion rise - That Dancing is a Frenzy and a Rage, - First known and used in this new-fangled Age?_ - - -17. - - _Dancing, bright Lady! then, began to be, - When the first seeds whereof the world did spring; - The Fire, Air, Earth, and Water did agree - By LOVE's persuasion (Nature's mighty King) - To leave their first disordered combating; - And, in a dance, such Measure to observe, - As all the world their motion should preserve._ - - -18. - - _Since when, they still are carried in a round; - And changing come one in another's place: - Yet do they neither mingle nor confound, - But every one doth keep the bounded space, - Wherein the Dance doth bid it turn or trace: - This wondrous miracle did LOVE devise, - For Dancing is LOVE's proper exercise._ - - -19. - - _Like this, he framed the gods' eternal bower, - And of a shapeless and confusèd mass, - By his through-piercing and digesting power, - The turning Vault of Heaven formèd was; - Whose starry wheels he hath so made to pass - As that their movings do a Music frame, - And they themselves still dance unto the same._ - - -20. - - _Or if_ "_this All, which round about we see_" - _As idle MORPHEUS some sick brains hath taught,_ - "_Of undivided motes compactèd be,_" - _How was this goodly architecture wrought? - Or by what means were they together brought? - They err, that say,_ "_they did concur by Chance!_" - _LOVE made them meet in a well ordered Dance!_ - - -21. - - _As when AMPHION with his charming Lyre - Begot so sweet a Siren of the air, - That, with her rhetoric, made the stones conspire, - The ruins of a city to repair - (A work of Wit and Reason's wise affair): - So LOVE's smooth tongue the motes such measure taught, - That they joined hands; and so the world was wrought!_ - - -22. - - _How justly then is Dancing termèd new, - Which, with the world, in point of time began? - Yea Time itself (whose birth JOVE never knew, - And which is far more ancient than the sun) - Had not one moment of his age outrun, - When out leaped Dancing from the heap of things - And lightly rode upon his nimble wings._ - - -23. - - _Reason hath both their pictures in her Treasure; - Where Time the Measure of all moving is, - And Dancing is a moving all in measure. - Now, if you do resemble that to this, - And think both One, I think you think amiss: - But if you Judge them Twins, together got, - And Time first born, your judgement erreth not._ - - -24. - - _Thus doth it equal age with Age enjoy, - And yet in lusty youth for ever flowers; - Like LOVE, his Sire, whom painters make a boy, - Yet is he Eldest of the Heavenly Powers; - Or like his brother Time, whose wingèd hours, - Going and coming, will not let him die, - But still preserve him in his infancy._ - - -25. - - This said, the Queen, with her sweet lips divine, - Gently began to move the subtle air, - Which gladly yielding, did itself incline - To take a shape between those rubies fair; - And being formed, softly did repair, - With twenty doublings in the empty way, - Unto ANTINOUS' ears, and thus did say. - - -26. - - _What eye doth see the heaven, but doth admire - When it the movings of the heavens doth see? - Myself, if I, to heaven may once aspire, - If that be Dancing, will a dancer be; - But as for this, your frantic jollity, - How it began, or whence you did it learn, - I never could, with Reason's eye discern?_ - - -27. - - ANTINOUS answered, _Jewel of the earth! - Worthy you are, that heavenly Dance to lead; - But for you think our Dancing base of birth, - And newly born but of a brain-sick head, - I will forthwith his antique gentry read, - And (for I love him) will his herald be, - And blaze his arms, and draw his pedigree._ - - -28. - - _When LOVE had shaped this world, this great fair wight,_ - (_That all wights else in this wide womb contains_), - _And had instructed it to dance aright - A thousand measures, with a thousand strains, - Which it should practise with delightful pains, - Until that fatal instant should revolve, - When all to nothing should again resolve:_ - - -29. - - _The comely Order and Proportion fair - On every side did please his wand'ring eye; - Till, glancing through the thin transparent air, - A rude disordered rout he did espy - Of men and women, that most spitefully - Did one another throng and crowd so sore - That his kind eye, in pity, wept therefore._ - - -30. - - _And swifter than the lightning down he came, - Another shapeless chaos to digest. - He will begin another world to frame_ - (_For LOVE, till all be well, will never rest_). - _Then with such words as cannot be expresst, - He cuts the troops, that all asunder fling, - And ere they wist, he casts them in a ring._ - - -31. - - _Then did he rarify the Element, - And in the centre of the ring appear; - The beams that from his forehead shining went - Begot a horror and religious fear - In all the souls that round about him were, - Which in their ears attentiveness procures, - While he, with such like sounds, their minds allures._ - - -32. - - "_How doth Confusions's Mother, headlong Chance, - Put Reason's noble squadron to the rout? - Or how should you, that have the governance - Of Nature's children, heaven and earth throughout, - Prescribe them rules, and live yourselves without? - Why should your fellowship a trouble be, - Since Man's chief pleasure is Society?_ - - -33. - - "_If Sense hath not yet taught you, learn of me - A comely moderation and discreet; - That your assemblies may well ordered be, - When my uniting power shall make you meet, - With heavenly tunes it shall be tempered sweet; - And be the model of the world's great frame, - And you, Earth's children, Dancing shall it name._ - - -34. - - "_Behold the world, how it is whirlèd round! - And for it is so whirlèd, is namèd so: - In whose large volume, many rules are found - Of this new Art, which it doth fairly show. - For your quick eyes in wandering to and fro, - From East to West, on no one thing can glance; - But (if you mark it well) it seems to dance._ - - -35. - - "_First, you see fixed, in this huge mirror blue, - Of trembling lights a number numberless; - Fixed, they are named but with a name untrue; - For they are moved and in a dance express - The great long Year that doth contain no less - Than threescore hundreds of those years in all, - Which the Sun makes with his course natural._ - - -36. - - "_What if to you these sparks disordered seem, - As if by chance they had been scattered there? - The gods a solemn measure do it deem - And see a just proportion everywhere, - And know the faints whence first their movings were - To which first points, when all return again, - The Axletree of Heaven shall break in twain._ - - -37. - - "_Under that spangled sky, five wandering Flames, - Besides the King of Day and Queen of Night, - Are wheeled around, all in their sundry frames, - And all in sundry measures do delight; - Yet altogether keep no measure right; - For by itself each doth itself advance, - And by itself each doth a Galliard dance._ - - -38 - - "_VENUS_ (_the mother of that bastard LOVE, - Which doth usurp the world's Great Marshal's name_), - _Just with the sun, her dainty feet doth move; - And unto him doth all her gestures frame - Now after, now afore, the flattering Dame, - With divers cunning passages doth err, - Still him respecting, that respects not her._ - - -39. - - "_For that brave SUN, the Father of the Day, - Doth love this EARTH, the Mother of the Night, - And like a reveller, in rich array, - Doth dance his Galliard in his leman's sight; - Both back, and forth, and sideways passing light. - His gallant grace doth so the gods amaze, - That all stand still, and at his beauty gaze._ - - -40. - - "_But see the EARTH, when she approacheth near, - How she for joy doth spring and sweetly smile; - But see again, her sad and heavy cheer - When, changing places, he retires a while; - But those black clouds he shortly will exile, - And make them all before his presence fly, - As mists consumed before his cheerful eye._ - - -41. - - "_Who doth not see the Measures of the MOON? - Which thirteen times she danceth every year, - And ends her Pavin thirteen times as soon - As doth her brother, of whose golden hair - She borroweth part, and proudly doth it wear. - Then doth she coyly turn her face aside - That half her cheek is scarce sometimes descried._ - - -42. - - "_Next her, the pure, subtle, and cleansing fire - Is swiftly carried in a circle even: - Though VULCAN be pronounced by many, a liar, - The only halting god that dwells in heaven. - But that foul name may be more fitly given - To your false fire, that far from heaven is fall, - And doth consume, waste, spoil, disorder all._ - - -43. - - "_And now, behold your tender nurse, the Air, - And common neighbour that aye runs around; - How many pictures and impressions fair, - Within her empty regions are there found, - Which to your senses, Dancing do propound? - For what are breath, speech, echoes, music, winds - But Dancings of the Air, in sundry kinds?_ - - -44. - - "_For when you Breathe, the air in order moves; - Now in, now out, in time and measure true - And when you Speak, so well the Dancing loves - That doubling oft, and oft redoubling new, - With thousand forms she doth herself endue. - For all the words that from your lips repair, - Are nought but tricks and turnings of the Air._ - - -45. - - "_Hence is her prattling daughter, ECHO, born, - That dances to all voices she can hear. - There is no sound so harsh that she doth scorn; - Nor any time, wherein she will forbear - The airy pavement with her feet to wear; - And yet her hearing sense is nothing quick, - For after time she endeth every trick._" - - -46. - - "_And thou, sweet Music, Dancing's only life, - The ear's sole happiness, the Air's best speech, - Loadstone of fellowship, Charming rod of strife, - The soft mind's Paradise, the sick mind's Leech, - With thine own tongue, thou trees and stones canst teach, - That when the Air doth dance her finest measure. - Then art thou born, the gods' and men's sweet pleasure._" - - -47. - - "_Lastly, where keep the Winds their revelry, - Their violent turnings, and wild whirling Hayes; - But in the Air's tralucent gallery? - Where she herself is turned a hundred ways, - While with those Maskers, wantonly she plays. - Yet in this misrule, they such rule embrace - As two, at once, encumber not the place._ - - -48. - - "_If then Fire, Air, Wandering and Fixed Lights, - In every province of th' imperial sky, - Yield perfect forms of Dancing to your sights; - In vain I teach the ear, that which the eye, - With certain view, already doth descry; - But for your eyes perceive not all they see, - In this, I will your senses' master be._ - - -49. - - "_For lo, the Sea that fleets about the land, - And like a girdle clips her solid waist, - Music and Measure both doth understand - For his great Crystal Eye is always cast - Up to the Moon, and on her fixèd fast; - And as she danceth, in her pallid sphere, - So danceth he about the centre here._ - - -50. - - "_Sometimes his proud green waves, in order set, - One after other, flow unto the shore; - Which when they have with many kisses wet, - They ebb away in order, as before: - And to make known his Courtly Love the more, - He oft doth lay aside his three-forked mace, - And with his arms the timorous Earth embrace._ - - -51. - - "_Only the Earth doth stand for ever still: - Her rocks remove not, nor her mountains meet_ - (_Although some wits enriched with learning's skill, - Say 'Heaven stands firm, and that the Earth doth fleet, - And swiftly turneth underneath their feet'_); - _Yet, though the Earth is ever steadfast seen, - On her broad breast hath Dancing ever been._ - - -52. - - "_For those blue veins, that through her body spread; - Those sapphire streams which from great hills do spring,_ - (_The Earth's great dugs! for every wight is fed - With sweet fresh moisture from them issuing_) - _Observe a Dance in their wild wandering; - And still their Dance begets a murmur sweet, - And still the Murmur with the Dance doth meet._ - - -53. - - "_Of all their ways, I love Mæander's path; - Which, to the tunes of dying swans, doth dance - Such winding slights. Such turns and tricks he hath, - Such creeks, such wrenches, and such daliance - That (whether it be hap or heedless chance) - In his indented course and wringing play, - He seems to dance a perfect cunning Hay._ - - -54. - - "_But wherefore do these streams for ever run? - To keep themselves for ever sweet and clear; - For let their everlasting course be done, - They straight corrupt and foul with mud appear. - O ye sweet Nymphs, that beauty's loss do fear, - Contemn the drugs that physic doth devise; - And learn of LOVE, this dainty exercise._ - - -55. - - "_See how those flowers, that have sweet beauty too, - The only jewels that the EARTH doth wear - When the young SUN in bravery her doth woo_) - _As oft as they the whistling wind do hear, - Do wave their tender bodies here and there: - And though their dance no perfect measure is; - Yet oftentimes their music makes them kiss._ - - -56. - - "_What makes the Vine about the Elm to dance - With turnings, windings, and embracements round? - What makes the loadstone to the North advance - His subtle point, as if from thence he found - His chief attractive virtue to redound? - Kind Nature, first, doth cause all things to love; - Love makes them dance, and in just order move._ - - -57. - - "_Hark how the birds do sing! and mark then how, - Jump with the modulation of their lays, - They lightly leap, and skip from bough to bough; - Yet do the cranes deserve a greater praise, - Which keep such measure in their airy ways: - As when they all in order rankèd are, - They make a perfect form triangular._ - - -58. - - "_In the chief angle, flies the watchful guide; - And all the followers their heads do lay - On their foregoers' backs, on either side: - But, for the Captain hath no rest to stay - His head forwearied with the windy way, - He back retires; and then the next behind, - As his Lieutenant, leads them through the wind._ - - -59. - - "_By why relate I every singular? - Since all the world's great fortunes and affairs - Forward and backward rapt and whirlèd are, - According to the music of the spheres; - And Chance herself her nimble feet upbears - On a round slippery wheel, that rolleth aye, - And turns all states with her impetuous sway._ - - -60. - - "_Learn then to dance you, that are princes born - And lawful Lords of earthly creatures all; - Imitate them, and thereof take no scorn, - For this new Art to them is natural. - And imitate the stars celestial; - For when pale Death your vital twist shall sever, - Your better parts must dance with them for ever._" - - -61. - - _Thus LOVE persuades, and all the crowd of men - That stands around, doth make a murmuring, - As when the wind, loosed from his hollow den, - Among the trees a gentle bass doth sing; - Or as a brook, through pebbles wandering: - But in their looks, they uttered this plain speech,_ - "_That they would learn to dance, if LOVE would teach._" - - -62. - - _Then, first of all, he doth demonstrate plain, - The motions seven that are in Nature found; - Upward and downward, forth and back again, - To this side, and to that, and turning round: - Whereof a thousand Brawls he doth compound, - Which he doth teach unto the multitude; - And ever, with a turn they must conclude._ - - -63. - - _As when a Nymph arising from the land, - Leadeth a dance, with her long watery train, - Down to the sea, she wries to every hand, - And every way doth cross the fertile plain; - But when, at last, she falls into the Main, - Then all her traverses concluded are, - And with the sea her course is circular._ - - -64. - - _Thus, when, at first, LOVE had them marshallèd, - (As erst he did the shapeless mass of things) - He taught them Rounds and winding Heyes to tread, - And about trees to cast themselves in rings: - As the two Bears, whom the First Mover flings - With a short turn about Heaven's Axle-tree, - In a round dance for ever wheeling be._ - - -65. - - _But after these, as men more civil grew, - He did more grave and solemn Measures frame; - With such fair order and proportion true, - And correspondence every way the same, - That no fault-finding eye did ever blame: - For every eye was movèd at the sight - With sober wondering, and with sweet delight._ - - -66. - - _Not those old students of the heavenly book, - ATLAS the great, PROMETHEUS the wise; - Which on the stars did all their lifetime look, - Could ever find such measures in the skies, - So full of change and rare varieties: - Yet all the feet whereon these measures go - Are only Spondees, solemn, grave, and slow._ - - -67. - - _But for more divers and more pleasing show, - A swift and wandering dance She did invent; - With passages uncertain, to and fro, - Yet with a certain Answer and Consent - To the quick music of the instrument. - Five was the number of the Music's feet; - Which still the Dance did with five paces meet._ - - -68. - - _A gallant Dance! that lively doth bewray - A spirit and a virtue masculine; - Impatient that her house on earth should stay, - Since she herself is fiery and divine. - Oft doth she make her body upward flyne - With lofty turns and caprioles in the air, - Which with the lusty tunes accordeth fair._ - - -69. - - _What shall I name those current travases, - That on a triple Dactyl foot, do run - Close by the ground, with sliding passages? - Wherein that dancer greatest praise hath won, - Which with best order can all orders shun; - For everywhere he wantonly must range. - And turn, and wind, with unexpected change._ - - -70. - - _Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, - A lofty jumping, or a leaping round, - When, arm in arm, two dancers are entwined, - And whirl themselves, with strict embracements bound, - And still their feet an Anapest do sound; - An Anapest is all their music's song, - Whose first two feet are short, and third is long._ - - -71. - - _As the victorious twins of LÆDA and JOVE, - (That taught the Spartans dancing on the sands - Of swift Eurotas) dance in heaven above, - Knit and united with eternal bands; - Among the stars their double image stands, - Where both are carried with an equal pace, - Together jumping in their turning race._ - - -72. - - _This is the net wherein the sun's bright eye - VENUS and MARS entangled did behold; - For in this dance their arms they so imply, - As each doth seem the other to enfold. - What if lewd wits another tale have told, - Of jealous VULCAN, and of iron chains? - Yet this true sense that forged lie contains._ - - -73. - - _These various forms of dancing LOVE did frame, - And besides these, a hundred millions moe; - And as he did invent, he taught the same: - With goodly gesture, and with comely show, - Now keeping state, now humbly honouring low. - And ever for the persons and the place, - He taught most fit, and best according grace._ - - -74. - - _For LOVE, within his fertile working brain, - Did then conceive those gracious Virgins three, - Whose civil moderation did maintain - All decent order and conveniency, - And fair respect, and seemly modesty: - And then he thought it fit they should be born, - That their sweet presence Dancing might adorn_. - - -75. - - _Hence is it, that these Graces painted are - With hand in hand, dancing an endless round; - And with regarding eyes, that still beware - That there be no disgrace amongst them found: - With equal foot they beat the flowery ground, - Laughing, or singing, as their Passions will; - Yet nothing that they do, becomes them ill._ - - -76. - - _Thus LOVE taught men! and men thus learned of LOVE - Sweet Music's sound with feet to counterfeit: - Which was long time before high-thundering JOVE - Was lifted up to Heaven's imperial seat. - For though by birth he were the Prince of Crete, - Nor Crete nor Heaven should that young Prince have seen, - If dancers with their timbrels had not been._ - - -77. - - _Since when all ceremonious mysteries, - All sacred orgies and religious rites, - All pomps, and triumphs, and solemnities, - All funerals, nuptials, and like public sights, - All parliaments of peace, and warlike fights, - All learned arts, and every great affair, - A lively shape of Dancing seems to bear._ - - -78. - - _For what did he, who, with his ten-tongued Lute, - Gave beasts and blocks an understanding ear; - Or rather into bestial minds and brutes - Shed and infused the beams of Reason clear? - Doubtless, for men that rude and savage were, - A civil form of Dancing he devised, - Wherewith unto their gods they sacrificed._ - - -79. - - _So did MUSÆUS, so AMPHION did, - And LINUS with his sweet enchanting Song, - And he whose hand the earth of monsters rid, - And had men's ears fast chainèd to his tongue, - And THESEUS to his wood-born slaves among, - Used Dancing, as the finest policy - To plant Religion and Society._ - - -80. - - _And therefore, now, the Thracian ORPHEUS' lyre - And HERCULES himself are stellified, - And in high heaven, amidst the starry quire - Dancing their parts, continually do slide. - So, on the Zodiac, GANYMEDE doth ride, - And so is HEBE with the Muses nine, - For pleasing JOVE with dancing, made divine._ - - -81. - - _Wherefore was PROTEUS said himself to change - Into a stream, a lion, and a tree, - And many other forms fantastic strange, - As, in his fickle thought, he wished to be? - But that he danced with such facility, - As, like a lion, he could pace with pride, - Ply like a plant, and like a river slide._ - - -82. - - _And how was CŒNEUS made, at first, a man, - And then a woman, then a man again, - But in a Dance? which when he first began - He the man's part in measure did sustain: - But when he changed into a second strain, - He danced the woman's part another space; - And then returned unto his former place._ - - -83. - - _Hence sprang the fable of TIRESIAS, - That he the pleasure of both sexes tried; - For, in a dance, he man and woman was. - By often change of place, from side to side, - But, for the woman easily did slide, - And smoothly swim with cunning hidden Art, - He took more pleasure in a woman's part._ - - -84. - - _So to a fish VENUS herself did change, - And swimming through the soft and yielding wave, - With gentle motions did so smoothly range, - As none might see where she the water drave; - But this plain truth that falsèd fable gave, - That she did dance with sliding easiness, - Pliant and quick in wandering passages._ - - -85. - - _And merry BACCHUS practised dancing too, - And to the Lydian numbers Rounds did make. - The like he did in th' Eastern India do, - And taught them all, when PHŒBUS did awake, - And when at night he did his coach forsake, - To honour heaven, and heaven's great rolling eye, - With turning dances and with melody._ - - -86. - - _Thus they who first did found a Common weal, - And they who first Religion did ordain, - By dancing first the people's hearts did steal: - Of whom we now a thousand tales do feign. - Yet do we now their perfect rules retain, - And use them still in such devices new; - As in the world, long since, their withering grew._ - - -87. - - _For after Towns and Kingdoms founded were, - Between great states arose well-ordered war, - Wherein most perfect Measure doth appear: - Whether their well set Ranks respected are, - In quadrant forms or semicircular; - Or else the March, when all the troops advance, - Unto the drum in gallant order dance._ - - -88. - - _And after wars, when white-winged Victory - Is with a glorious Triumph beautified; - And every one doth Ιῶ! Ιῶ! cry, - While all in gold the Conqueror doth ride; - The solemn pomp, that fills the city wide, - Observes such Rank and Measure everywhere, - As if they altogether dancing were._ - - -89. - - _The like just order Mourners do observe, - But with unlike affection and attire, - When some great man, that nobly did deserve, - And whom his friends impatiently desire, - Is brought with honour to his latest fire. - The dead corpse, too, in that sad dance is moved - As if both dead and living dancing loved._ - - -90. - - _A diverse cause, but like solemnity, - Unto the Temple leads the bashful bride, - Which blusheth like the Indian ivory - Which is with dip of Tyrian purple dyed: - A golden troop doth pass on every side, - Of flourishing young men and virgins gay, - Which keep fair Measure all the flowery way._ - - -91. - - _And not alone the general multitude - But those choice NESTORS, which in counsel grave - Of cities and of kingdoms do conclude, - Most comely order in their sessions have; - Wherefore the wise Thessalians ever gave - The name of Leader of their Country's Dance - To him that had their country's governance._ - - -92. - - _And those great Masters of the liberal arts, - In all their several Schools, do Dancing teach; - For humble Grammar first doth set the parts - Of congruent and well according Speech, - Which Rhetoric, whose state the clouds doth reach, - And heavenly Poetry do forward lead, - And divers Measures diversely do tread._ - - -93. - - _For Rhetoric clothing Speech in rich array, - The looser numbers teacheth her to range - With twenty tropes, and turnings every way, - And various figures and licentious change: - But Poetry, with rule and order strange, - So curiously doth move each single pace - As all is marred if she one foot misplace._ - - -94. - - _These Arts of Speech the Guides and Marshals are, - But Logic leadeth Reason in a dance_ - (_Reason, the Cynosure and bright Loadstar - _In this world's sea, t' avoid the rocks of Chance_), - For with close following, and continuance, - One reason doth another so ensue - As, in conclusion, still the Dance is true._ - - -95. - - _So Music to her own sweet tunes doth trip, - With tricks of_ 3, 5, 8, 15, _and more; - So doth the Art of Numbering seem to skip - From Even to Odd, in her proportioned score; - So do those skills, whose quick eyes do explore - The just dimension both of earth and heaven, - In all their rules observe a measure even._ - - -96. - - _Lo, this is Dancing's true nobility; - Dancing, the Child of Music and of Love; - Dancing itself, both Love and Harmony; - Where all agree, and all in order move; - Dancing, the art that all Arts doth approve; - The sure Character of the world's consent, - The heavens true figure, and th'earth's ornament._ - - -97. - - The Queen, whose dainty ears had borne too long - The tedious praise of that she did despise, - Adding once more the music of the tongue - To the sweet speech of her alluring eyes; - Began to answer in such winning wise - As that forthwith ANTINOUS' tongue was tied, - His eyes fast fixed, his ears were open wide. - - -98. - - _Forsooth,_ quoth she, _great glory you have won - To your trim minion, Dancing, all this while, - By blazing him LOVE'S first begotten son, - Of every ill the hateful father vile, - That doth the world with sorceries beguile, - Cunningly mad, religiously profane, - Wit's monster, Reason's canker, Sense's bane._ - - -99. - - _LOVE taught the mother that unkind desire - To wash her hands in her own infants blood; - LOVE taught the daughter to betray her sire - Into most base unworthy servitude; - LOVE taught the brother to prepare such food - To feast his brothers that the all-seeing sun, - Wrapt in a cloud, the wicked sight did shun._ - - -100. - - _And even this self-same LOVE hath Dancing taught, - An Art that shewed th' Idea of his mind - With vainness, frenzy, and misorder fraught; - Sometimes with blood and cruelties unkind, - For in a dance TEREUS' mad wife did find - Fit time and place, by murdering her son, - T' avenge the wrong his traitorous sire had done._ - - -101. - - _What mean the Mermaids, when they dance and sing, - But certain death unto the mariner? - What tidings do the dancing Dolphins bring, - But that some dangerous storm approacheth near? - Then since both Love and Dancing liveries bear - Of such ill hap unhappy may they prove - That, sitting free, will either dance or love!_ - - -102. - - Yet, once again, ANTINOUS did reply, - _Great Queen! condemn not LOVE the innocent, - For this mischievous LUST, which traitorously - Usurps his Name, and steals his Ornament; - For that TRUE LOVE, which Dancing did invent, - Is he that tuned the world's whole harmony, - And linked all men in sweet society._ - - -103. - - _He first extracted from th' earth-mingled mind - That heavenly fire, or quintessence divine, - Which doth such sympathy in Beauty find - As is between the Elm and fruitful Vine, - And so to Beauty ever doth incline; - Life's life it is, and cordial to the heart, - And of our better part the better part._ - - -104. - - _This is True Love, by that true CUPID got; - Which danceth Galliards in your amorous eyes, - But to your frozen heart approacheth not; - Only your heart he dares not enterprise, - And yet through every other part he flies, - And everywhere he nimbly danceth now, - Though in yourself yourself perceive not how._ - - -105. - - _For your sweet beauty daintily transfused - With due proportion, throughout every part; - What is it but a dance where LOVE hath used - His finer cunning, and more curious Art? - Where all the Elements themselves impart, - And turn, and wind, and mingle with such measure - That th' eye that sees it surfeits with the pleasure._ - - -106. - - _LOVE in the twinkling of your eyelids danceth, - LOVE dances in your pulses and your veins, - LOVE, when you sew, your needle's point advanceth, - And makes it dance a thousand curious strains - Of winding rounds; whereof the form remains - To shew that your fair hands can dance the Hey, - Which your fine feet would learn as well as they._ - - -107. - - _And when your ivory fingers touch the strings - Of any silver-sounding instrument, - LOVE makes them dance to those sweet murmurings, - With busy skill and cunning excellent! - O that your feet, those tunes would represent - With artificial motions to and fro, - That LOVE this Art in every part might shew!_ - - -108. - - _Yet your fair soul, which came from heaven above - To rule this house_ (_another heaven below_) - _With divers powers in harmony doth move; - And all the virtues that from her do flow - In a round measure, hand in hand do go: - Could I now see, as I conceive this dance, - Wonder and Love would cast me in a trance._ - - -109. - - _The richest jewel in all the heavenly treasure, - That ever yet unto the earth was shown, - Is Perfect Concord th' only perfect pleasure, - That wretched earthborn men have ever known: - For many hearts it doth compound in one, - That what so one doth will, or speak, or do, - With one consent they all agree thereto._ - - -110. - - _Concord's true picture shineth in this Art - Where divers men and women rankèd be, - And every one doth dance a several part, - Yet all as one in measure do agree, - Observing perfect uniformity: - All turn together, all together trace, - And all together honour and embrace._ - - -111. - - _If they whom sacred Love hath linked in one, - Do, as they dance, in all their course of life; - Never shall burning grief nor bitter moan, - Nor factious difference, nor unkind strife, - Arise between the husband and the wife; - For whether forth, or back, or round he go, - As doth the man, so must the woman do._ - - -112. - - _What, if by often interchange of place, - Sometimes the woman gets the upper hand? - That is but done for more delightful grace, - For on that part, she doth not ever stand; - But, as the Measures' law doth her command, - She wheels about, and, ere the dance doth end, - Into her former place she doth transcend._ - - -113. - - _But not alone this correspondence meet - And uniform consent doth Dancing praise; - For Comeliness, the child of Order sweet, - Enamels it with her eye-pleasing rays: - Fair Comeliness, ten hundred thousand ways, - Through Dancing sheds itself, and makes it shine - With glorious beauty, and with grace divine._ - - -114. - - _For Comeliness is a disposing fair - Of things and actions in fit time and place; - Which doth in Dancing shew itself most clear - When troops confused, which here and there do trace, - Without distinguishment or bounded space, - By dancing rule, into such ranks are brought, - As glads the eye, and ravisheth the thought._ - - -115. - - _Then why should Reason judge that reasonless - Which is Wit's Offspring, and the work of Art, - Image of Concord, and of Comeliness? - Who sees a clock moving in every part, - A sailing pinnace, or a wheeling cart, - But thinks that Reason, ere it came to pass, - The first impulsive cause and mover was?_ - - -116. - - _Who sees an army all in rank advance, - But deems a wise Commander is in place, - Which leadeth on that brave victorious dance? - Much more in Dancing's Art, in Dancing's grace, - Blindness itself may Reason's footsteps trace; - For of Love's Maze it is the curious plot, - And of Man's Fellowship the true-love knot._ - - -117. - - _But if these eyes of yours (Loadstars of Love! - Shewing the world's great Dance to your mind's eye) - Cannot, with all their demonstrations, move - Kind apprehension in your Phantasy - Of Dancing's virtue and nobility; - How can my barbarous tongue win you thereto, - Which heaven's and earth's fair speech could never do?_ - - -118. - - _O LOVE! my King! If all my Wit and power - Have done you all the service that they can; - O be you present, in this present hour, - And help your servant and your true liegeman! - End that persuasion, which I erst began! - For who in praise of Dancing can persuade - With such sweet force, as LOVE, which Dancing made?_ - - -119. - - LOVE heard his prayer; and swifter than the wind, - (Like to a page in habit, face, and speech), - He came; and stood ANTINOUS behind, - And many secrets of his thoughts did teach. - At last a crystal Mirror he did reach - Unto his hands, that he with one rash view - All forms therein by LOVE'S revealing knew. - - -120. - - And humbly honouring, gave it to the Queen, - With this fair speech, _See, fairest Queen!_ quoth he, - _The fairest sight that ever shall be seen, - And th' only wonder of posterity! - The richest work in Nature's treasury! - Which she disdains to shew on this world's stage, - And thinks it far too good for our rude age._ - - -121. - - _But in another world, divided far, - In the great fortunate triangled Isle, - Thrice twelve degrees removed from the North Star, - She will this glorious Workmanship compile, - Which she hath been conceiving all this while - Since the world's birth; and will bring forth at last, - When six and twenty hundred years are past._ - - -122. - - PENELOPE the Queen, when she had viewed - The strange eye-dazzling admirable sight, - Fain would have praised the State and Pulchritude; - But she was stricken dumb with wonder quite, - Yet her sweet mind retained her thinking might. - Her ravished mind in heavenly thoughts did dwell; - But what she thought, no mortal tongue can tell. - - -123. - - You, Lady Muse, whom JOVE the Counsellor - Begot of MEMORY, Wisdom's Treasuress, - To your divining tongue is given a power - Of uttering secrets, large and limitless; - You can PENELOPE'S strange thoughts express; - Which she conceived, and then would fain have told, - When she the wondrous Crystal did behold. - - -124. - - Her wingèd thoughts bore up her mind so high - As that she weened she saw the glorious throne, - Where the bright Moon doth sit in Majesty: - A thousand sparkling stars about her shone, - But she herself did sparkle more, alone, - Than all those thousand beauties would have done, - If they had been confounded all in one. - - -125. - - And yet she thought those stars moved in such measure, - To do their Sovereign honour and delight, - As soothed her mind with sweet enchanting pleasure, - Although the various Change amazed her sight, - And her weak judgement did entangle quite: - Besides, their moving made them shine more clear; - As diamonds moved more sparkling do appear. - - -126. - - This was the Picture of her wondrous thought! - But who can wonder that her thought was so, - Sith VULCAN, King of Fire, that Mirror wrought - (Which things to come, present, and past doth know), - And there did represent in lively show - Our glorious English Court's divine Image, - As it should be in this our Golden Age? - -[_See duplicate ending from this point on the next pages._] - - -127. - - Away, TERPSICHORE, light Muse, away! - And come, URANIA, Prophetess divine! - Come, Muse of Heaven, my burning thirst allay! - Even now, for want of sacred drink, I pine: - In heavenly moisture dip this pen of mine, - And let my mouth with nectar overflow, - For I must more than mortal glory show! - - -128. - - O that I had HOMER'S abundant vein, - I would hereof another Ilias make! - Or else the Man of Mantua's charmèd brain, - In whose large throat great JOVE the thunder spake! - O that I could old GEOFFREY'S Muse awake, - Or borrow COLIN'S fair heroic style, - Or smooth my rhymes with _DELIA'S_ servant's file! - - -129. - - O could I, sweet Companion, sing like you - Which of a _Shadow_, under a shadow sing! - Or like fair SALVES' sad lover true! - Or like the Bay, the marigold's darling, - Whose sudden verse, Love covers with his wing! - O that your brains were mingled all with mine, - T' enlarge my Wit for this great work divine! - - -130. - - Yet ASTROPHEL might one for all suffice. - Whose supple Muse camelion-like doth change - Into all forms of excellent device: - So might the Swallow, whose swift Muse doth range - Through rare _Idæas_ and inventions strange, - And ever doth enjoy her joyful Spring, - And Sweeter than the Nightingale doth sing. - - -131. - - O that I might that singing Swallow hear, - To whom I owe my service and my love! - His sugared tunes would so enchant mine ear, - And in my mind such sacred fury move, - As I should knock at heaven's great gate above, - With my proud rhymes; while, of this heavenly state, - I do aspire the Shadow to relate. - - - FINIS. - - -[_In later editions a different ending of the poem was substituted for -the above, from after Stanza 126, thus:_ - - * * * * * - - _Here are wanting some stanzas describing Queen - ELIZABETH. - - Then follow these:_ - - -127. - - Her brighter dazzling beams of Majesty - Were laid aside: for she vouchsafed awhile - With gracious, cheerful, and familiar eye, - Upon the Revels of her Court to smile, - For so Time's journey she doth oft beguile: - Like sight no mortal eye might elsewhere see - So full of State, Art, and variety. - - -128. - - For of her Barons brave, and Ladies fair - (Who had they been elsewhere, most fair had been), - Many an incomparable lovely pair - With hand-in-hand were interlinkèd seen, - Making fair honour to their sovereign Queen: - Forward they paced, and did their pace apply - To a most sweet and solemn melody. - - -129. - - So subtle and curious was the measure - With such unlooked-for change in every strain, - As that PENELOPE rapt with sweet pleasure - Weened she beheld the true proportion plain - Of her own web, weaved and unweaved again: - But that her Art was somewhat less, she thought, - And on a mere ignoble subject wrought. - - -130. - - For here, like to the silkworm's industry, - Beauty itself out of itself did weave - So rare a work, and of such subtlety, - As did all eyes entangle and deceive; - And in all minds a strange impression leave. - In this sweet labyrinth did CUPID stray, - And never had the power to pass away. - - -131. - - As when the Indians, neighbours of the Morning, - In honour of the cheerful rising Sun, - With pearl and painted plumes themselves adorning, - A solemn stately measure have begun; - The god well pleased with that fair honour done, - Sheds forth his beams, and doth their faces kiss - With that immortal glorious face of his: - - -132. - - So * * * *] - - - - -[Illustration] - - - - - [Illustration:] - - Nosce teipsum! - - _This Oracle expounded in two - Elegies._ - - 1. Of Human Knowledge. - - 2. Of the Soul of Man, and the Immortality - thereof. - - [Illustration:] - - _LONDON:_ - - Printed by RICHARD FIELD, for JOHN STANDISH. - - 1599. - - - - - [This work was thus registered for publication at Stationers' Hall: - 10 Aprilis [1599]. - - - JOHN STANDYSHE - - Entred for his copie A booke called _Nosce Teipsum - The oracle expounded in two Elegies._ 1. _of human - kno[w]ledge._ 2. _of the soule of Man and th[e] - immortality thereof._ - - Master PONSONBYES - - [_the junior Warden_ - _at the time_] hand is - to yt. - - This is aucthorised vnder the hand of the L[ord] - Bysshop of LONDON PROVYED that yt must not be - printed without his L[ordships] hand to yt again. - - _Transcript &c._ iii. 142. _Ed._ 1876. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To my most gracious dread Sovereign. - - -[Illustration] - - _To that clear Majesty which in the North - Doth like another sun in glory rise; - Which standeth fixt, yet spreads her heavenly worth - Loadstone to hearts, and loadstar to all eyes:_ - - _Like heaven in all; like th' earth in this alone, - That though great States by her support do stand, - Yet she herself supported is of none, - But by the finger of th' Almighty's hand:_ - - _To the divinest and the richest Mind, - Both by Art's purchase and by Nature's dower, - That ever was from heaven to earth confined, - To shew the utmost of a creature's power:_ - - _To that great Spirit which doth great kingdoms move, - The sacred spring, whence Right and Honour streams, - Distilling Virtue, shedding Peace and Love - In every place, as CYNTHIA sheds her beams:_ - - _I offer up some sparkles of that fire, - Whereby we Reason, Live, and Move, and Be. - These sparks, by nature, evermore aspire; - Which makes them to so high a Highness flee._ - - _Fair Soul, since to the fairest body knit, - You give such lively life, such quick'ning power. - Such sweet celestial influence to it - As keeps it still in youth's immortal flower;_ - - _(As where the sun is present all the year, - And never doth retire his golden ray, - Needs must the Spring be everlasting there, - And every season, like the month of May)_ - - _O many, many years, may you remain - A happy Angel to this happy land! - Long, long may you on earth our Empress reign! - Ere you in heaven, a glorious angel stand._ - - _Stay long, sweet Spirit, ere than to heaven depart, - Which mak'st each place a heaven, wherein thou art._ - - - _Her Majesty's least and unworthiest subject,_ - - _JOHN DAVIES._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -Of Human Knowledge. - - -[Illustration] - - Why did my parents send me to the Schools, - That I with knowledge might enrich my mind? - Since the Desire to Know first made men fools, - And did corrupt the root of all mankind. - - For when GOD's hand had written in the hearts - Of the First Parents, all the rules of good; - So that their skill infused, did pass all Arts - That ever were, before, or since the Flood; - - And when their Reason's eye was sharp and clear, - And, as an eagle can behold the sun, - Could have approached the Eternal Light as near - As th'intellectual angels could have done: - - Even then, to them the Spirit of Lies suggests - That they were blind, because they saw not Ill; - And breathes into their incorrupted breasts, - A curious Wish, which did corrupt their Will. - - For that same Ill they straight desired to know, - Which Ill (being nought but a defect of Good); - In all GOD's works, the Devil could not show, - While Man, their Lord, in his perfection stood. - - So that themselves were first to _do_ the Ill - Ere they thereof the _knowledge_ could attain; - Like him, that knew not poison's power to kill, - Until, by tasting it, himself was slain. - - Even so, by tasting of that fruit forbid, - Where they sought Knowledge, they did Error find; - Ill they desired to know, and Ill, they did; - And to give Passion eyes, made Reason blind. - - For then their minds did first in Passion see, - Those wretched Shapes of Misery and Woe, - Of Nakedness, of Shame, of Poverty, - Which then their own experience made them know. - - But then grew Reason dark, that she no more - Could the fair forms of Good and Truth discern: - Bats they became, that eagles were before; - And this they got by their Desire to Learn. - - But we, their wretched offspring, what do we? - Do not we still taste of the fruit forbid? - Whiles, with fond fruitless curiosity, - In books profane we seek for knowledge hid? - - What is this Knowledge but the sky-stol'n fire - For which the Thief still chained in ice doth sit, - And which the poor rude Satyr did admire, - And needs would kiss, but burnt his lips with it? - - What is it, but the cloud of empty rain, - Which when JOVE'S guest embraced, he monsters got? - Or the false pails, which oft being filled with pain, - Received the water, but retained it not? - - Shortly, what is it but the fiery Coach - Which the Youth sought, and sought his death withal? - Or the Boy's wings, which when he did approach - The sun's hot beams, did melt, and let him fall? - - And yet, alas, when all our lamps are burned, - Our bodies wasted, and our spirits spent; - When we have all the learned volumes turned, - Which yield men's wits, both help and ornament: - - What can we know? or what can we discern? - When Error chokes the windows of the Mind; - The divers Forms of things how can we learn, - That have been, ever from our birthday, blind? - - When Reason's lamp (which, like the sun in sky, - Throughout man's little world her beams did spread) - Is now become a Sparkle, which doth lie - Under the ashes, half extinct, and dead; - - How can we hope, that through the Eye and Ear, - This dying Sparkle, in this cloudy place, - Can re-collect these beams of knowledge clear, - Which were infused in the first minds, by grace? - - So might the heir, whose father hath in play - Wasted a thousand pounds of ancient rent, - By painful earning of one groat a day, - Hope to restore the patrimony spent. - - The wits that dived most deep, and soared most high, - Seeking man's powers, have found his weakness such; - "Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly; - We learn so little, and forget so much." - - For this, the wisest of all moral men - Said, _He knew nought, but that he nought did know!_ - And the great mocking Master, mocked not then, - When he said, _Truth was buried deep below!_ - - For how may we, to other's things attain, - When none of us, his own Soul understands? - For which, the Devil mocks our curious brain, - When, _Know thyself!_ his oracle commands. - - For why should we the busy Soul believe, - When boldly she concludes of that and this? - When of herself, she can no judgement give, - Nor How, nor Whence, nor Where, nor What she is? - - All things without, which round about we see, - We seek to know, and have therewith to do; - But that, whereby we Reason, Live, and Be, - Within ourselves, we strangers are thereto. - - We seek to know the moving of each sphere, - And the strange cause of th' ebbs and floods of Nile; - But of that Clock, which in our breasts we bear, - The subtle motions we forget the while! - - We that acquaint ourselves with every zone, - And pass both tropics, and behold both poles; - When we come home, are to ourselves unknown - And unacquainted still with our own souls! - - We study Speech, but others we persuade; - We Leechcraft learn, but others cure with it; - We interpret Laws which other men have made, - But read not those which in our hearts are writ. - - Is it because the Mind is like the Eye, - (Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees) - Whose rays reflect not but spread outwardly, - Not seeing itself, when other things it sees? - - No, doubtless, for the Mind can backward cast - Upon herself, her understanding light; - But she is so corrupt, and so defac't, - As her own image doth herself affright. - - As in the fable of that Lady fair, - Which, for her lust, was turned into a cow; - When thirsty to a stream she did repair, - And saw herself transformed (she wist not how;) - - At first, she startles! then, she stands amazed! - At last, with terror, she from thence doth fly, - And loathes the wat'ry glass wherein she gazed, - And shuns it still, though she for thirst do die. - - Even so, Man's Soul, which did God's Image bear, - And was, at first, fair, good, and spotless pure; - Since with her sins, her beauties blotted were, - Doth, of all sights, her own sight least endure. - - For even, at first reflection, she espies - Such strange CHIMERAS and such monsters there! - Such toys! such antics! and such vanities! - As she retires, and shrinks for shame and fear. - - And as the man loves least at home to be, - That hath a sluttish house, haunted with sprites; - So she, impatient her own faults to see, - Turns from herself, and in strange things delights. - - For this, few _know themselves_! for merchants broke, - View their estate with discontent and pain; - And seas are troubled, when they do revoke - Their flowing waves into themselves again. - - And while the face of outward things we find, - Pleasing and fair, agreeable and sweet; - These things transport and carry out the mind, - That with herself, herself can never meet. - - Yet if Affliction once her wars begin, - And threat the feeble Sense with sword and fire; - The Mind contracts herself, and shrinketh in, - And to herself she gladly doth retire, - - As spiders touched, seek their web's inmost part; - As bees in storms, unto their hives return; - As blood in danger, gathers to the heart; - And men seek towns, when foes the country burn. - - If ought can teach us ought, Affliction's looks - (Making us look into ourselves so near) - Teach us to _know ourselves_, beyond all books, - Or all the learned Schools that ever were! - - This Mistress, lately, plucked me by the ear, - And many a golden lesson hath me taught, - Hath made my Senses quick, and Reason clear, - Reformed my Will, and rectified my Thought. - - So do the winds and thunders cleanse the air; - So working lees settle and purge the wine; - So lopt and pruned trees do flourish fair; - So doth the fire the drossy gold refine. - - Neither MINERVA, nor the learned Muse, - Nor Rules of Art, nor Precepts of the Wise, - Could in my brain, those beams of skill infuse, - As but the glance of this Dame's angry eyes. - - She, within lists, my ranging mind hath brought, - That now beyond myself I list not go; - Myself am Centre of my circling thought, - Only Myself, I study, learn, and know. - - I _know_ my Body's of so frail a kind, - As force without, fevers within, can kill; - I _know_ the heavenly nature of my Mind; - But 'tis corrupted, both in Wit and Will. - - I _know_ my Soul hath power to know all things, - Yet is she blind and ignorant in all; - I _know_ I am one of Nature's little kings, - Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall! - - I _know_ my Life's a pain, and but a span; - I _know_ my Sense is mocked with every thing: - And to conclude, I _know_ myself a Man; - Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing! - - - - -[Illustration] - -Of the Soul of Man; and the Immortality thereof. - - -[Illustration] - - The Lights of Heaven, which are the world's fair eyes, - Look down into the world, the world to see; - And as they turn, or wander in the skies, - Survey all things, that on this Centre be. - - And yet the Lights which in my Tower do shine, - Mine Eyes! (which view all objects, nigh and far) - Look not into this little world of mine, - Nor see my face, wherein they fixed are. - - Since Nature fails us in no needful thing; - Why want I means, mine inward self to see? - Which sight, the Knowledge of Myself might bring; - Which, to true wisdom, is the first degree. - - That Power (which gave me eyes, the world to view) - To view myself, infused an Inward Light, - Whereby my Soul, as by a Mirror true, - Of her own form, may take a perfect sight. - - But as the sharpest Eye discerneth nought, - Except the sunbeams in the air do shine; - So the best Soul, with her reflecting thought, - Sees not herself, without some light Divine. - - O LIGHT! (which makest the Light, which makest the Day; - Which settest the Eye without, and Mind within) - Lighten my spirit, with one clear heavenly ray! - Which now to view itself, doth first begin. - - For her true form, how can my Spark discern? - Which dim by Nature, Art did never clear; - When the great wits, of whom all skill we learn, - Are ignorant, both What She is! and Where! - - One thinks the Soul is Air, another Fire, - Another, Blood diffused about the heart, - Another saith, the Elements conspire, - And to her Essence, each doth give a part. - - Musicians think our Souls are Harmonies; - Physicians hold that they Complexions be: - Epicures make them Swarms of Atomies, - Which do, by change, into our bodies flee! - - Some think one General Soul fills every brain, - As the bright sun sheds light in every star; - And others think the name of Soul is vain, - And that We, only Well-mixed Bodies are. - - In judgement of her Substance, thus they vary; - And thus they vary in judgement of her Seat; - For some, her chair up to the Brain do carry, - Some thrust it down into the Stomach's heat! - - Some place it in the root of life, the Heart; - Some, in the Liver, fountain of the veins; - Some say, "She is all in all, and all in part!" - Some say, "She is not contained, but all contains!" - - Thus these great Clerks their little wisdom show, - While with their doctrines, they at hazard play; - Tossing their light opinions to and fro, - To mock the lewd; as learned in this, as they! - - For no crazed brain could ever yet propound, - Touching the Soul, so vain and fond a thought; - But some among these Masters, have been found, - Which in their Schools, the selfsame thing have taught. - - GOD, only-Wise! to punish Pride of Wit, - Among men's wits hath this confusion wrought! - As the proud Tower, whose points the clouds did hit, - By Tongues' Confusion, was to ruin brought. - - But, Thou! which didst Man's Soul, of nothing make! - And when to nothing, it was fallen again; - To make it new, the Form of Man didst take, - And, GOD with GOD, becam'st a Man with men! - - Thou! that hast fashioned twice, this Soul of ours, - So that She is, by double title, Thine; - Thou, only, knowest her nature and her powers, - Her subtle form, Thou, only, canst define! - - To judge herself, She must herself transcend, - As greater circles comprehend the less: - But She wants power, her own powers to extend, - As fettered men cannot their strength express. - - But Thou, bright morning Star! Thou, rising Sun! - Which, in these later times, has brought to light - Those mysteries, that, since the world began, - Lay hid in darkness and eternal night! - - Thou, like the sun, doth with indifferent ray, - Into the palace and the cottage shine! - And showest the Soul, both to the Clerk and Lay, - By the clear Lamp of thy Oracle Divine! - - This Lamp, through all the regions of my brain, - Where my Soul sits, doth spread such beams of grace, - As now, methinks! I do distinguish plain - Each subtle line of her immortal face. - -[Sidenote: What the Soul is?] - - The Soul, a Substance and a Spirit is, - Which GOD Himself doth in the body make, - Which makes the Man; for every man, from this, - The Nature of a man and Name doth take. - - And though the Spirit be to the Body knit, - As an apt meane her powers to exercise; - Which are Life, Motion, Sense, and Will, and Wit: - Yet she survives, although the Body dies. - -[Sidenote: That the Soul is a thing subsisting by itself, without the -Body.] - - She is a Substance, and a real thing, - 1. Which hath, itself, an actual working Might, - 2. Which neither from the Sense's power doth spring, - 3. Nor from the Body's humours tempered right. - - She is a Vine, which doth no propping need, - To make her spread herself, or spring upright; - She is a Star, whose beams do not proceed - From any sun, but from a native light. - -[Sidenote: That the Soul hath a proper operation, without the Body.] - - For when She sorts things present with the past, - And thereby things to come doth oft foresee; - When She doth doubt at first, and choose at last: - These acts her own, without the Body, be. - - When of the dew, which the Eye and Ear do take, - From flowers abroad, and bring into the brain; - She doth, within, both wax and honey make: - This work is hers, this is her proper pain! - - When She from sundry acts, one Skill doth draw; - Gathering from divers fights, one Art of War; - From many Cases like, one Rule of Law: - These, her collections, not the Sense's, are. - - When in th'Effects, She doth the Causes know; - And seeing the stream, thinks where the spring doth rise; - And seeing the branch, conceives the root below: - These things She views, without the Body's eyes. - - When She, without a Pegasus, doth fly - Swifter than lightning's fire, from East to West; - About the Centre, and above the Sky: - She travels then, although the Body rest. - - When all her works She formeth first within; - Proportions them, and sees their perfect end, - Ere She in act, doth any part begin: - What instruments doth then, the Body lend? - - When without hands, She thus doth castles build; - Sees without eyes, and without feet doth run; - When She digests the world, yet is not filled: - By her own power, these miracles are done. - - When She defines, argues, divides, compounds; - Considers Virtue, Vice, and General Things; - And marrying diverse principles and grounds, - Out of their match, a true conclusion brings: - - These actions, in her closet, all alone, - (Retired within herself) She doth fulfil; - Use of her Body's organs, She hath none, - When She doth use the powers of Wit and Will. - - Yet in the Body's prison, so She lies, - As through the Body's windows She must look, - Her divers powers of Sense to exercise, - By gathering notes out of the world's great book. - - Nor can herself discourse, or judge of ought, - But what the Sense collects, and home doth bring, - And yet the Power of her discoursing Thought, - From these Collections, is a diverse thing. - - For though our eyes can nought but colours see, - Yet colours give them not their Power of Sight; - So, though these fruits of Sense, her objects be, - Yet She discerns them by her proper light. - - The workman on his stuff, his skill doth shew, - And yet the stuff gives not the man his skill; - Kings, their affairs, do, by their servants know, - But order them by their own royal will. - - So though this cunning Mistress, and this Queen - Doth, as her instruments, the Senses use, - To know all things that are Felt, Heard, or Seen; - Yet She herself doth only Judge and Choose: - - Even as our great wise Empress (that now reigns - By sovereign title over sundry lands) - Borrows, in mean affairs, her subjects' pains, - Sees by their eyes, and writeth by their hands: - - But things of weight and consequence indeed, - Herself doth in her chamber them debate; - Where, all her Councillors she doth exceed - As far in judgement, as she doth in State. - - Or as the man, whom she doth now advance, - Upon her gracious Mercy Seat to sit, - Doth common things, of course and circumstance, - To the Reports of common men commit: - - But when the Cause itself must be decreed, - Himself in person, in his proper Court, - To grave and solemn hearing doth proceed, - Of every proof, and every by-report. - - Then, like God's angel, he pronounceth right, - And milk and honey from his tongue do flow: - Happy are they, that still are in his sight, - To reap the wisdom, which his lips do sow. - - Right so, the Soul, which is a Lady free, - And doth the justice of her State maintain; - Because the Senses, ready servants be, - Attending nigh about her Court, the Brain; - - By them, the forms of outward things She learns, - For they return unto the Fantasy, - Whatever each of them abroad discerns; - And there enrol it for the Mind to see. - - But when She sits to judge the good and ill, - And to discern betwixt the false and true; - She is not guided by the Senses' skill, - But doth each thing in her own mirror view. - - Then She the Senses checks! which oft do err, - And even against their false reports, decrees; - And oft She doth condemn, what they prefer, - For with a power above the Sense, She sees: - - Therefore, no Sense, the precious joys conceives, - Which in her private contemplations be; - For then, the ravished Spirit, the Senses leaves, - Hath her own powers, and proper actions free. - - Her harmonies are sweet and full of skill, - When on the Body's instrument She plays: - But the proportions of the Wit and Will, - Those sweet accords are even the angels' lays. - - These tunes of Reason are AMPHION's lyre, - Wherewith he did the Theban city found; - These are the notes, wherewith the heavenly Quire, - The praise of Him, which spreads the heaven, doth sound. - - Then her self-being nature shines in this, - That She performs her noblest works alone! - "The work, the touchstone of the nature is!" - And "by their operations, things are known!" - -[Sidenote: 2. That the Soul is more than a perfection or reflection of -the Sense.] - - Are they not senseless then! that think the Soul - Nought but a fine perfection of the Sense, - Or of the forms which Fancy doth enrol, - A quick Resulting, and a Consequence? - - What is it, then, that doth the Sense accuse, - Both of false judgements, and fond appetites? - Which makes us do, what Sense doth most refuse? - Which oft, in torment of the Sense delights? - - Sense thinks the planets' spheres not much asunder; - What tells us, then, their distance is so far? - Sense thinks the lightning born before the thunder, - What tells us, then, they both together are? - - When men seem crows, far off upon a tower; - Sense saith, "They are crows!" What makes us think them men? - When we, in agues, think all sweet things sour; - What makes us know our tongue's false judgements then? - - What power was that, whereby MEDEA saw, - And well approved and praised the better course, - When her rebellious Sense did so withdraw - Her feeble powers, as she pursued the worst? - - Did Sense persuade ULYSSES not to hear - The Mermaid's songs? which so his men did please, - As they were all persuaded through the ear, - To quit the ship, and leap into the seas. - - Could any power of Sense the Roman move, - To burn his own right hand, with courage stout? - Could Sense make MARIUS sit unbound, and prove - The cruel lancing of the knotty gout? - - Doubtless in Man, there is a Nature found - Beside the senses, and above them far; - Though "most men being in sensual pleasures drowned, - It seems their souls but in their senses are." - - If we had nought but sense, then only they - Should have sound minds, which have their senses sound; - But Wisdom grows, when senses do decay, - And Folly most, in quickest sense is found. - - If we had nought but Sense, each living wight, - Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we; - As having Sense's apprehensive might - In a more clear and excellent degree. - - But they do want that quick discoursing Power, - Which doth, in us, the erring Sense correct: - Therefore the bee did suck the painted flower, - And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peckt. - - Sense, outsides knows! the Soul, through all things sees, - Sense, circumstance! She doth, the substance view; - Sense sees the bark! but She, the life of trees; - Sense hears the sounds! but She, the concords true. - - But why do I the Soul and Sense divide? - When Sense is but a power, which She extends, - Which being in divers parts diversified, - The divers Forms of objects apprehends? - - This power spreads outward; but the root doth grow - In th'inward Soul, which only doth perceive; - For the Eyes and Ears, no more their objects know, - Than glasses know what faces they receive. - - For if we chance to fix our thoughts elsewhere; - Although our eyes be ope, we do not see, - And if one Power did not both see and hear, - Our sights and sounds would always double be. - - Then is the Soul a Nature which contains - The power of Sense within a greater power; - Which doth employ and use the senses' pains, - But sits and rules within her private bower. - -[Sidenote: 3. That the Soul is more than the Temperature of the Humours -of the body.] - - If She doth then the subtle Sense excel, - How gross are they, that drown her in the blood! - Or in the Body's humours tempered well, - As if in them, such high perfection stood. - - As if most skill in that musician were, - Which had the best and best-tuned instrument; - As if the pencil neat, and colours clear - Had power to make the painter excellent - - Why doth not Beauty then refine the Wit? - And good Complexion rectify the Will? - Why doth not Health bring Wisdom still with it? - Why doth not Sickness make men brutish still? - - Who can in Memory, or Wit, or Will; - Or Air! or Fire! or Earth! or Water find! - What alchemist can draw, with all his skill, - The Quintessence of these, out of the Mind? - - If th'Elements (which have, nor Life, nor Sense) - Can breed in us so great a power as this! - Why give they not themselves, like excellence, - Or other things wherein their mixture is? - - If She were but the Body's quality - Then would She be, with it, sick! maimed! and blind! - But we perceive, when these privations be, - A healthy, perfect, and sharp-sighted Mind. - - If She, the Body's nature did partake, - Her strength would, with the Body's strength decay; - But when the Body's strongest sinews slake, - Then is the Soul most active! quick! and gay! - - If She were but the Body's accident, - And her sole Being did in it subsist - As white in snow; She might herself absent! - And in the Body's substance not the mist. - - But it on Her, not She on it depends, - For She the Body doth sustain and cherish. - Such secret powers of life to it, She lends; - That when they fail, then doth the Body perish. - - Since, then, the Soul works by herself alone, - Springs not from Sense, nor Humours well agreeing; - Her nature is peculiar, and her own. - She is a Substance! and a Perfect Being. - -[Sidenote: That the Soul is a Spirit.] - - But though this Substance be the root of Sense, - Sense knows her not! (which doth but bodies know) - She is a Spirit, and a heavenly influence; - Which from the fountain of GOD's Spirit doth flow. - - She is a Spirit; yet not like air, or wind, - Nor like the spirits about the heart or brain, - Nor like those spirits which alchemists do find, - When they, in everything, seek gold, _in vain_. - - For She, all natures under heaven doth pass; - Being like those spirits, which GOD's bright face do see, - Or like Himself! whose Image once She was, - Though now, alas, She scarce his Shadow be. - - Yet of the forms, She holds the first degree, - That are to gross material bodies knit; - Yet She herself is bodiless and free, - And, though confined, is almost infinite. - -[Sidenote: That it cannot be a Body.] - - Were She a Body, how could She remain - Within this body, which is less than She? - Or how could She, the world's great shape contain; - And in our narrow breasts contained be? - - All bodies are confined within some place; - But She all place within herself confines; - All bodies have their measure and their space; - But who can draw the Soul's dimensive lines? - - No Body can, at once, two forms admit, - Except the one, the other do deface; - But in the Soul, ten thousand forms do sit, - And none intrudes into her neighbour's place. - - All bodies are, with other bodies filled, - But She receives both heaven and earth together, - Nor are their Forms, by rash encounter, spilled, - For there they stand, and neither toucheth either. - - Nor can her wide embracements fillèd be; - For they that most and greatest things embrace, - Enlarge thereby their mind's capacity, - As streams enlarged, enlarge the channel's space. - - All things received, do such proportion take, - As those things have, wherein they are received: - So little glasses, little faces make; - And narrow webs, on narrow frames be weaved: - - Then, what vast body must we make the Mind? - Wherein are men, beasts, trees, towns, seas, and lands, - And yet each thing a proper place doth find, - And each thing in the true proportion stands. - - Doubtless, this could not be, but that She turns - Bodies to Spirits, by sublimation strange; - As fire converts to fire, the things it burns; - As we, our meats into our nature change. - - From their gross Matter, she abstracts the Forms, - And draws a kind of Quintessence from things, - Which to her proper nature, She transforms, - To bear them light on her celestial wings. - - This doth She, when from things particular, - She doth abstract the universal kinds, - Which bodiless and immaterial are, - And can be lodged but only in our minds. - - And thus, from divers accidents and acts, - Which do within her observation fall; - She, goddesses and Powers Divine abstracts, - As Nature, Fortune, and the Virtues all. - - Again, how can She, several bodies know, - If in herself a body's form She bears? - How can a mirror sundry faces show, - If from all shapes and forms it be not clear? - - Nor could we by our eyes, all colours learn, - Except our eyes were, of all colours void, - Nor sundry tastes can any tongue discern, - Which is with gross and bitter humours cloyed. - - Nor may a man, of Passions judge aright, - Except his mind be from all Passions free; - Nor can a Judge, his office well acquite, - If he possest of either party be! - - If, lastly, this quick power a Body were, - Were it as swift, as is the wind or fire, - (Whose atomies do, th' one down sideways bear, - And make the other, in pyramids aspire); - - Her nimble body, yet in _time_ must move, - And not in instants through all places slide: - But She is nigh! and far! beneath! above! - In point of time which thought can not divide. - - She's sent as soon to China, as to Spain, - And thence returns, as soon as She is sent, - She measures with one time and with one pain, - An ell of silk, and heaven's wide-spreading tent. - - As then, the Soul a Substance hath alone - Besides the Body, in which She is confined; - So hath She _not_ a body of her own, - But is a Spirit and immaterial Mind. - -[Sidenote: That the Soul is created immediately by God.--_Zach_, xii. -x.] - - Since Body and Soul have such diversities; - Well, might we muse, how first their match began, - But that we learn, that He, that spread the skies - And fixed the earth, first formed the Soul in Man. - - This true PROMETHEUS, first, made man of earth, - And shed in him a beam of heavenly fire: - Now, in their mother's womb, before their birth, - Doth in all sons of men, their souls inspire. - - And as MINERVA is, in fables, said, - From JOVE, without a mother, to proceed; - So our true JOVE, without a mother's aid, - Doth, daily, millions of MINERVAS breed. - -[Sidenote: Erroneous opinions of the creation of souls.] - - Then neither, from Eternity before, - Nor from the time, when time's first point began; - Made He all souls! which now He keeps in store, - Some in the moon, and others in the sun: - - Nor in the secret cloister doth He keep, - These virgin spirits until their marriage day, - Nor locks them up in chambers, where they sleep, - Till they awake within these beds of clay. - - Nor did He first a certain number make, - Infusing part in beasts, and part in men, - And as unwilling farther pains to take, - Would make no more, than those He framèd then. - - So that the widow Soul, her Body dying, - Unto the next born Body married was; - And so by often changing and supplying, - Men's souls to beasts, and beasts' to men did pass. - - (These thoughts are fond! for since the bodies born - Be more in number far than those that die; - Thousands must be abortive, and forlorn, - Ere others' deaths, to them their souls supply.) - - But as GOD's handmaid, Nature, doth create - Bodies, in time distinct and order due; - So GOD gives souls the like successive date, - Which Himself makes in bodies formèd new. - - Which Himself makes, of no material things, - For unto angels, He no power hath given, - Either to form the shape, or stuff to bring, - From air, or Fire, or substance of the heaven. - -[Sidenote: That the Soul is not traduced from the parents.] - - Nor He, in this, doth Nature's service use, - For though from bodies she can bodies bring; - Yet could she never, souls from souls traduce, - As fire from fire, or light from light doth spring. - - Alas! that some that were great lights of old, - And in their hands the Lamp of GOD did bear, - Some reverend Fathers did this error hold, - Having their eyes dimmed with religious fear. - - "For when," say they, "by rule of faith we find, - That every soul unto her body knit, - Brings from the mother's womb, the Sin of Kind, - The root of all the ill She doth commit." - - "How can we say, that GOD, the Soul doth make, - But we must make Him author of her sin; - Then from man's soul, She doth beginning take, - Since in man's soul, corruption did begin." - - "For if GOD make her, first he makes her ill, - (Which GOD forbid! our thoughts should yield unto) - Or makes the body, her fair form to spill; - Which, of itself, it hath no power to do." - - "Not Adam's Body, but his Soul did sin, - And so herself unto corruption brought: - But our poor Soul corrupted is within, - Ere She hath sinned, either in act or thought"; - "And yet we see in her such powers divine, - As we could gladly think, from GOD she came; - Fain would we make Him author of the wine, - If for the dregs, we could some other blame." - -[Sidenote: The Answer to the Objection.] - - Thus these good men, with holy zeal were blind, - When on the other part the truth did shine, - Whereof we do clear demonstrations find, - By light of Nature, and by light Divine. - - None are so gross, as to contend for this, - That Souls from Bodies may traducèd be; - Between whose natures no proportion is, - When root and branch in nature still agree. - - But many subtle wits have justified - That Souls from Souls, spiritually may spring; - Which (if the nature of the Soul be tried) - Will even, in Nature, prove as gross a thing. - -[Sidenote: Reasons derived from Nature.] - - For all things made, are either made of nought, - Or made of stuff that ready made doth stand: - Of nought, no creature ever formed ought, - For that is proper to th'Almighty's hand. - - If then the Soul, another soul do make; - Because her power is kept within a bound, - She must some former stuff or matter take; - But in the Soul, there is no matter found. - - Then if her heavenly Form do not agree, - With any matter which the world contains; - Then She of nothing must created be, - And to Create, to GOD alone, pertains! - - Again, if Souls do other Souls beget, - 'Tis by themselves, or by the Body's power! - If by themselves! what doth their working let, - But they might Souls engender every hour? - - If by the Body! how can Wit and Will, - Join with the body, only in this act? - Since when they do their other works fulfil, - They from the Body, do themselves abstract! - - Again, if Souls, of Souls begotten were, - Into each other they should change and move; - And Change and Motion still corruption bear; - How shall we then, the Soul immortal prove? - - If, lastly, Souls did generation use, - Then should they spread incorruptible seed: - What then becomes of that which they to lose, - When the acts of generation do not speed? - - And though the Soul _could_ cast spiritual seed, - Yet _would_ She not, because She never dies; - For mortal things desire, their like to breed; - That so they may their kind immortalise. - - Therefore the angels, Sons of God are named, - And marry not, nor are in marriage given; - Their spirits and ours are of one Substance framed, - And have one Father, even the Lord of heaven: - - Who would at first, that in each other thing, - The earth and water, living souls should breed; - But that Man's Soul (whom He would make their king) - Should from Himself immediately proceed. - - And when He took the woman from man's side, - Doubtless Himself inspired her soul alone; - For 'tis not said, he did, Man's _soul_ divide, - But took _flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone_. - - Lastly, GOD, being made Man, for man's own sake, - And being like man in all, except in sin: - His Body, from the Virgin's womb did take; - But all agree, _GOD formed His soul within_. - - Then is the Soul from God? So Pagans say, - Which saw by Nature's light, her heavenly kind, - Naming her "Kin to God!" and "GOD's bright ray," - "A citizen of heaven, to earth confined!" - - But now I feel they pluck me by the ear, - (Whom my young Muse so boldly termed blind) - And crave more heavenly light; that cloud to clear, - Which makes them think GOD doth not make the Mind! - -[Sidenote: Reasons drawn from divinity.] - - GOD doubtless makes her! and doth make her good! - And grafts her in a Body, there to spring; - Which though it be corrupted, flesh and blood, - Can no way to the Soul, corruption bring. - - And yet this Soul (made good by GOD at first, - And not corrupted by the Body's ill) - Even in the womb, is sinful and accurst, - Ere she can judge by Wit, or choose by Will. - - Yet is not GOD, the author of her Sin; - Though author of her Being, and being there; - And if we dare to judge our Judge therein; - He can condemn us, and Himself can clear. - - First, GOD, from infinite eternity - Decreed what hath been, is, or shall be done; - And was resolved that every man should Be - And, in his turn, his race of life should run. - - And so did purpose all the souls to make, - That ever have been made, or ever shall; - And that their Being, they should only take - In human bodies, or not Be at all. - - Was it then fit, that such a weak event - (Weakness, itself! the sin and fall of Man) - His counsel's execution should prevent? - Decreed and fixed before the world began. - - Or that one penal law, by ADAM broke, - Should make GOD break His own eternal law; - The settled order of the world revoke, - And change all forms of things, which He foresaw. - - Could EVE'S weak hand, extended to the tree, - In sunder rent that Adamantine Chain, - Whose golden links, Effects and Causes be; - And which to GOD's own chair, doth fixt remain? - - O could we see! how Cause from Cause doth spring! - How mutually they linked and folded are! - And hear how oft one disagreeing string, - The harmony doth rather make, than mar! - - And view at once, how Death by sin is brought! - And how from Death a better Life doth rise; - How this, GOD's Justice and his Mercy taught; - We, this decree, would praise, as right and wise! - - But we (that measure times, by First and Last) - The sight of things successively do take; - When GOD, on all at once, His view doth cast; - And of all times, doth but one instant make. - - All in Himself, as in a glass, He sees, - And from Him, by Him, through Him, all things be; - His sight is not discursive, by degrees; - But seeing the whole, each single part doth see. - - He looks on ADAM, as a root, or well, - And on his heirs, as branches, and as streams; - He sees all men as one man! though they dwell - In sundry cities, and in sundry realms. - - And as the root and branch are but one tree, - And well and stream do but one river make; - So, if the root and well corrupted be; - The stream and branch the same corruption take - - So when the root and fountain of Mankind; - Did draw corruption, and GOD's curse by sin: - This was a charge that all his heirs did bind; - And all his offspring grew corrupt therein! - - And as when th' hand doth strike, the man offends, - (For part from whole, Law severs not in this!) - So ADAM'S sin to the whole Kind extends, - For all their natures are but part of his. - - Therefore, this sin, of Kind, not personal; - But real, and hereditary was: - The guilt whereof, and punishment to all, - By Course of Nature, and of Law doth pass. - - For as that easy law was given to all! - To ancestor and heir! to first and last! - So was the first transgression general; - And All did pluck the fruit! and All did taste! - - Of this, we find some footsteps in our Law, - Which doth her root from GOD and Nature take. - Ten thousand men she doth together draw, - And of them all, one Corporation make! - - Yet these and their successors are but One; - And if they gain or lose their liberties; - They harm or profit not themselves alone, - But such, as in succeeding time, shall rise! - - And so the ancestor and all his heirs, - (Though they in number pass the stars of heaven) - Are still but One! His forfeitures are theirs! - And unto them, are his advancements given! - - His civil acts to bind and bar them all! - And as from ADAM, all corruption take; - So if the father's crime be capital; - In all the blood, Law doth _corruption_ make! - - Is it, then, just with us, to disinherit - The unborn nephews, for the father's fault? - And to advance again, for one man's merit, - A thousand heirs that have deserved nought? - - And is not GOD's decree as just as ours, - If He, for ADAM'S sins, his sons deprive - Of all those native virtues, and those powers; - Which He to him, and to his race did give? - - For what is this contagious Sin of Kind, - But a privation of that grace within, - And of that great rich dowry of the mind; - Which all had had, but for the first man's sin? - - If then a man, on light conditions, gain - A great estate, to him and his, for ever; - If wilfully, he forfeit it again: - Who doth bemoan his heir? or blame the giver? - - So, though GOD make the Soul good, rich, and fair; - Yet when her form is to the Body knit, - Which makes the Man: which Man is ADAM'S heir; - Justly, forthwith, he takes his grace from it. - - And then the Soul, being first from nothing brought, - When GOD's grace fails her, doth to nothing fall; - And this _declining Proneness unto nought_, - Is even that Sin, that we are born withal. - - Yet not, alone, the first good qualities, - Which in the first Soul were, deprivèd are; - But in their place the contrary do rise, - And real spots of sin, her beauty mar. - - Nor is it strange that ADAM'S ill desert, - Should be transferred unto his guilty race; - When CHRIST, His grace and justice doth impart - To men unjust! and such as have no grace! - - Lastly, the Soul were better so to be - Born slave to sin, than not to Be at all! - Since, if She do believe, One sets her free, - That makes her mount the higher, from her fall. - - Yet this, the curious Wits will not content! - They yet will know (since GOD foresaw this Ill) - Why His high providence did not prevent - The declination of the first Man's will. - - If by His word, He had the current stayed, - Of Adam's will, which was by nature free; - It had been one as if His word had said, - "I will, henceforth, that man, no Man shall be!" - - For what is Man, without a moving Mind; - Which hath a judging Wit, and choosing Will? - Now, if GOD's power should her election bind; - Her motions then would cease, and stand all still. - - And why did GOD in Man this Soul infuse; - But that he should his Maker know and love? - Now if love be compelled, and cannot choose; - How can it grateful, or thankworthy prove? - - Love must free hearted be, and voluntary, - And not enchanted, or by Fate constrained: - Not like that love, which did ULYSSES carry - To CIRCE'S isle, with mighty charms enchained - - Besides! Were we unchangeable in Will, - And of a Wit, that nothing could misdeem; - Equal to GOD (whose wisdom shineth still, - And never errs) we might ourselves esteem. - - So that if Man would be unvariable; - He must be GOD! or like a rock, or tree! - For even the perfect angels were not stable; - But had a fall, more desperate than we. - - Then let us praise that Power, which makes us be - Men, as we are! and rest contented so! - And knowing man's fall was Curiosity, - Admire GOD's counsels! which we cannot know. - - And let us know that GOD, the Maker is - Of all the Souls, in all the men that be: - Yet their corruption is no fault of His; - But the first man's, that broke GOD's first decree - -[Sidenote: Why the Soul is united to the Body.] - - This Substance, and this Spirit, of God's own making, - Is in the Body placed, and planted there: - That both of GOD, and of the world partaking; - Of all that is, Man might the Image bear! - - GOD, first, made Angels! bodiless pure minds! - Then, other things, which mindless bodies be. - Last, He made Man, the Horizon 'twixt both kinds, - In whom, we do the World's Abridgement see. - - Besides! This world below did need one wight, - Which might thereof, distinguish every part; - Make use thereof, and take therein delight; - And order things with industry and Art. - - Which, also, GOD, might (in His works) admire, - And here, beneath, yield Him both prayer and praise; - As there, above, the holy Angels' Quire - Doth spread His glory, with spiritual lays. - - Lastly, the brute unreasonable wights, - Did want a Visible King, on them to reign; - And GOD Himself, thus to the world unites, - That so the world might endless bliss obtain. - -[Sidenote: In what manner the Soul is united to the Body.] - - But how shall we this Union well express? - Nought ties the Soul, her subtility is such: - She moves the body, which She doth possess; - Yet no part toucheth, but by virtue's touch! - - Then dwells She _not_ therein, as in a tent, - Nor as a pilot, in his ship doth sit, - Nor as a spider, in her web is pent, - Nor as the wax retains the print in it: - - Nor as a vessel, water doth contain, - Nor as one liquor, in another shed, - Nor as the heat doth in the fire remain, - Nor as a voice, throughout the air is spread. - - But as the fair and cheerful Morning Light - Doth, here and there, her silver beams impart: - And, in an instant, doth herself unite - To the transparent air, in all and part. - - Still resting whole, when blows, the air divide, - Abiding pure, when th'air is most corrupted; - Throughout the air, her beams dispersing wide; - And, when the air is tost, not interrupted! - - So doth the piercing Soul, the Body fill, - Being all in all, and all in part diffused? - Indivisible! incorruptible still! - Not forced! encountered! troubled! or confused! - - And as the Sun above, the light doth bring, - Though we behold it in the air below; - So from th' Eternal Light, the Soul doth spring, - Though in the body, She her powers do show. - -[Sidenote: How the Soul doth exercise her powers in the Body.] - - But as this world's sun doth effects beget, - Diverse in divers places, every day, - Here, Autumn's temperature! there, Summer's heat! - Here, flowery Spring-tide! and there, Winter grey! - - Here, Even! there, Morn! here, Noon! there, Day! there, Night! - Melts wax! dries clay! makes flowers some quick, some dead! - Makes the Moor black! and th'European, white! - Th'American tawny! and th'East Indian red! - - So in our little world, this Soul of ours, - Being only One, and to one Body tied, - Doth use on divers objects, diverse powers, - And so are her effects diversified. - -[Sidenote: The Vegetative or Quickening Power.] - - Her Quick'ning Power in every living part, - Doth as a Nurse, or as a Mother serve; - And doth employ her economic art, - And busy care, her household to preserve. - - Here, She attracts! and there, She doth retain, - There, She decocts, and doth the food prepare, - There, She distributes it to every vein, - There, She expels, what She may fitly spare. - - This power to MARTHA, may compared be, - Which busy was, the household things to do; - Or to a Dryas living in a tree, - For even to trees, this power is proper too. - - And though the Soul may not this power extend - Out of the body, but still use it there; - She hath a Power, which she abroad doth send, - Which views and searcheth all things everywhere. - -[Sidenote: The power of Sense.] - - This Power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring, - The Colour, Taste, and Touch, and Scent, and Sound, - The Quantity, and shape of everything - Within th'earth's centre or heaven's circle found. - - This Power, in parts made fit, fit objects takes, - Yet not the Things, but Forms of Things receives: - As when a seal in wax impression makes, - The print therein, but not itself, it leaves: - - And though things sensible be numberless, - But only five the Sense's organs be; - And in those five, All Things their Forms express, - Which we can Touch, Taste, Feel, or Hear, or See. - - These are the Windows, through the which She views - The Light of Knowledge, which is Life's Load-star; - And yet whiles She, these spectacles doth use, - Oft, worldly things seem greater than they are. - -[Sidenote: Sight.] - - First, the two Eyes, which have the Seeing Power, - Stand as one Watchman, Spy, or Sentinel, - Being placed aloft within the head's high Tower - And though both see, yet both but one thing tell. - - These Mirrors take into their little space, - The Forms of moon, and sun, and every star; - Of every body, and of every place, - Which, with the world's wide arms, embracèd are. - - Yet their best object, and their noblest use, - Hereafter in another world will be; - When GOD in them, shall heavenly light infuse, - That face to face, they may their Maker see. - - Here are they guides, which do the Body lead, - Which else would stumble in eternal night: - Here in this world, they do much knowledge _read_, - And are the Casements, which admit most light. - - They are her farthest-reaching instrument; - Yet they no beams unto their objects send: - But all the rays are from their objects sent; - And in the Eyes, with pointed angles end. - - If th'objects be far off, the rays do meet - In a sharp point, and so things seem but small; - If they be near, their rays do spread and fleet, - And make broad points, that things seem great withal. - - Lastly. Nine things to Sight requirèd are. - The Power to see! the Light! the Visible thing! - Being not too small! too thin! too nigh! too far! - Clear space! and Time, the Form distinct to bring. - - Thus see we, how the Soul doth use the Eyes, - As instruments of her quick power of sight; - Hence do th'Arts Optic, and fair Painting rise. - Painting, which doth all gentle minds delight! - -[Sidenote: Hearing.] - - Now let us hear, how She the Ears employs: - Their office is the troubled air to take, - Which in their mazes, forms a sound or noise; - Whereof herself doth true distinction make. - - These Wickets of the Soul are placed on high, - Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft; - And that they may not pierce too violently; - They are delayed with turns and windings oft. - - For should the voice directly strike the brain, - It would astonish and confuse it much; - Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain, - That it, the Organ may more gently touch! - - As streams, which, with their winding banks, do play, - Stopt by their creeks, run softly through the plain; - So in the Ear's labyrinth, the voice doth stray, - And doth, with easy motion, touch the brain! - - It is the slowest, yet the daintiest Sense! - For even the ears of such as have no skill, - Perceive a discord, and conceive offence, - And knowing not what's good, yet find the ill! - - And though this Sense, first, gentle Music found; - Her proper object is the Speech of Man! - But that speech chiefly which GOD's heralds sound, - When their tongues utter, what his Spirit did pen. - - Our Eyes have lids, our Ears still ope we see! - Quickly to hear, how every tale is proved; - Our Eyes still move, our Ears unmoved be! - That though we hear quick, we be not quickly moved. - - Thus by the organs of the Eye and Ear, - The Soul with knowledge doth herself endue! - Thus She her prison, may with pleasure bear; - Having such prospects, all the world to view! - - These Conduit Pipes of Knowledge feed the Mind: - But th'other three attend the Body still; - For by their services the Soul doth find - What things are to the Body, good or ill. - -[Sidenote: Taste.] - - The Body's life, with meats and air is fed, - Therefore the Soul doth use the Tasting power! - In veins, which through the tongue and palate spread, - Distinguish every relish, sweet and sour. - - This is the Body's Nurse! But since Man's wit - Found th'art of cookery to delight his Sense: - More bodies are consumed and killed with it! - Than with the sword, famine, or pestilence. - -[Sidenote: Smell.] - - Next, in the nostrils, She doth use the Smell, - As GOD the breath of life in them did give; - So makes He, now, His power in them to dwell; - To judge all airs, whereby we breath and live. - - This Sense is also mistress of an Art, - Which to soft people, sweet perfumes doth sell; - Though this dear Art doth little good impart, - Since "they smell best; that do of nothing smell!" - - And yet good scents do purify the Brain, - Awake the Fancy, and the Wits refine. - Hence Old Devotion, incense did ordain, - To make men's spirits more apt for thoughts divine. - -[Sidenote: Feeling.] - - Lastly, the Feeling power, which is Life's Root, - Through every living part itself doth shed; - By sinews, which extend from head to foot, - And like a net, all o'er the Body spread. - - Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit - In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; - If ought do touch the utmost thread of it; - She feels it, instantly, on every side! - - By touch; the first pure qualities we learn, - Which quicken all things, Hot, Cold, Moist, and Dry! - By touch; Hard, Soft, Rough, Smooth, we do discern! - By touch; sweet Pleasure, and sharp Pain we try! - - These are the outward instruments of Sense! - These are the Guards, which every thing must pass; - Ere it approach the Mind's intelligence! - Or touch the Phantasy "Wits Looking Glass!" - -[Sidenote: The Imagination, or Common Sense.] - - And yet these Porters which all things admit, - Themselves perceive not, nor discern the things; - One Common Power doth in the forehead sit, - Which all their proper forms together brings. - - For all those Nerves, which spirits of Sense do bear, - And to those outward organs spreading go, - United are as in a centre there! - And, there, this power, those sundry forms doth know! - - Those outward Organs present things receive; - This inward Sense doth absent things retain! - Yet, straight, transmits all Forms she doth perceive, - Unto a higher region of the brain; - -[Sidenote: The Phantasy.] - - Where Phantasy (near handmaid to the Mind!) - Sits and beholds, and doth discern them all; - Compounds in one, things diverse in their kind, - Compares the black and white, the great and small. - - Besides those single forms, She doth esteem, - And in her balance doth their values try; - Where some things good, and some things ill do seem, - And neutral some in her Phantastic eye. - - This busy power is working day and night, - For when the outward senses rest do take; - A thousand dreams, phantastical and light, - With fluttering wings, do keep her still awake! - -[Sidenote: The sensitive Memory.] - - Yet, always, all may not afore her be; - Successively, she this, and that intends: - Therefore such forms as she doth cease to see, - To Memory's large volume she commends! - - The Ledger Book lies in the brain behind, - Like JANUS' eye, which in his poll was set; - The Layman's Tables! Storehouse of the Mind! - Which doth remember much, and much forget. - - Here, Sense's Apprehensions end doth take; - As, when a stone is into water cast, - One circle doth another circle make, - Till the last circle touch the bank at last! - -[Sidenote: The Passions of Sense.] - - But though the Apprehensive Power do pause, - The Motive Virtue then begins to move! - Which in the heart below, doth Passions cause, - Joy, Grief, and Fear, and Hope, and Hate, and Love - - These Passions have a free commanding might, - And divers actions in our life do breed; - For all acts done without true Reason's light, - Do from the Passion of the Sense proceed. - - But sith the Brain doth lodge these powers of Sense, - How makes it, in the Heart those passions spring? - The mutual love, the kind intelligence - 'Twixt heart and brain, this Sympathy doth bring. - - From the kind heat, which in the heart doth reign, - The spirits of Life do their beginning take! - These spirits of Life ascending to the brain, - When they come there, the spirits of Sense do make - - These spirits of Sense in Phantasy's high court, - Judge of the Forms of Objects, ill or well! - And so, they send a good or ill report - Down to the heart, where all Affections dwell. - - If the report be good; it causeth love! - And longing hope! and well assured joy! - If it be ill; then doth it hatred move! - And trembling fear! and vexing griefs annoy! - - Yet were these natural affections good - (For they which want them, blocks or devils be!); - If Reason in her first perfection stood, - That she might Nature's Passions rectify. - -[Sidenote: The motion of Life.] - - Besides, another Motive Power doth rise - Out of the heart: from whose pure blood do spring - The Vital Spirits, which born in arteries, - Continual motion to all parts do bring. - -[Sidenote: The local motion.] - - This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire, - This holds the sinews, like a bridle's reins; - And makes the body to advance, retire, - To turn or stop, as she them slacks or strains! - - Thus the Soul tunes the Body's instrument; - These harmonies She makes with Life and Sense: - The organs fit, are by the Body lent; - But th'actions flow from the Soul's influence. - -[Sidenote: The Intellectual Powers of the Soul.] - - But now I have a Will, yet want a Wit, - To express the workings of the Wit and Will; - Which, though their root be to the body knit, - Use not the Body, when they use their skill. - - These powers the nature of the Soul declare, - For to Man's Soul, these only proper be! - For on the earth, no other wights there are, - Which have these heavenly powers, but only - -[Sidenote: The Wit or Understanding.] - - The Wit (the pupil of the Soul's clear eye! - And in Man's world, th'only shining star!) - Looks in the Mirror of the Phantasy, - Where all the gatherings of the senses are - - From thence this Power, the Shapes of things abstracts, - And them within her _Passive_ part receives; - Which are enlightened by that part which _Acts_, - And so the Forms of single things perceives. - - But after, by discoursing to and fro, - Anticipating, and comparing things; - She doth all universal natures know, - And all Effects into their Causes brings. - -[Sidenote: Reason.] - -[Sidenote: Understanding.] - - When She rates things, and moves from ground to ground, - The name of Reason, She obtains by this! - But when, by reasons, She the truth hath found, - And standeth fixt, She, Understanding is! - -[Sidenote: Opinion.] - -[Sidenote: Judgement.] - - When her assent, She lightly doth incline - To either part, She is Opinion light! - But when She doth by principles define - A certain truth, She hath true Judgement's sight. - - And as from senses, Reason's work doth spring; - So many reasons, Understanding gain: - And many understandings, Knowledge bring, - And by much knowledge, Wisdom we obtain - - So, many stairs we must ascend upright, - Ere we attain to Wisdom's high degree: - So doth this earth eclipse our Reason's light, - Which else (in instants) would like angels see. - - Yet hath the Soul a dowry natural, - And Sparks of Light some common things to see; - Not being a blank, where nought is writ at all, - But what the writer will, may written be. - - For Nature, in man's heart her laws doth pen, - Prescribing Truth to Wit! and Good to Will! - Which do accuse, or else excuse all men, - For every thought or practice, good or ill! - - And yet these sparks grow almost infinite, - Making the world and all therein, their food; - As fire so spreads, as no place holdeth it, - Being nourished still with new supplies of wood. - - And though these sparks were almost quenched with sin, - Yet they, whom that Just One hath justified, - Have them increased, with Heavenly Light within! - And, like the Widow's oil, still multiplied! - -[Sidenote: The power of Will.] - - And as this Wit should goodness truly know, - We have a Wit which that true good should choose! - Though Will do oft (when Wit, false Forms doth show) - Take Ill, for Good; and Good, for Ill refuse. - -[Sidenote: The relations betwixt Wit and Will.] - - Will puts in practice what the Wit deviseth; - The Will ever acts, and Wit contemplates still: - And as from Wit the power of Wisdom riseth; - All other virtues, daughters are of Will! - - Will is the Prince! and Wit, the Councillor! - Which doth for common good in council sit; - And when Wit is resolved; Will lends her power - To execute what is advised by Wit. - - Wit is the Mind's Chief Judge! which doth control, - Of Fancy's Court, the judgements false and vain! - Will holds the royal sceptre in the Soul; - And on the Passions of the Heart doth reign! - - Will is as free as any Emperor, - Nought can restrain her gentle liberty; - No tyrant, nor no torment hath the power - To make us will; when we unwilling be! - -[Sidenote: The intellectual Memory.] - - To these high powers, a Storehouse doth pertain; - Where they, all Arts and general reasons lay! - Which in the Soul (even after death!) remain, - And no Lethean flood can wash away! - - This is the Soul! and those, her virtues be! - Which, though they have their sundry proper ends, - And one exceeds another in degree; - Yet each on other mutually depends. - - Our Wit is given, Almighty GOD to know! - Our Will is given to love Him, being known! - But GOD could not be _known_ to us below, - But by His works, which through the Sense are shown. - - And as the Wit doth reap the fruits of Sense; - So doth the Quick'ning Power, the Senses feed! - Thus while they do their sundry gifts dispense, - The best, the service of the least doth need! - - Even so, the King, his magistrates do serve; - Yet Commons feed both magistrate and King! - The Commons' peace, the magistrates preserve - By borrowed power, which from the Prince doth spring. - - The Quickening Power would _be_, and so would rest! - The Sense would not _be_ only, be _be well_! - But Wit's ambition longeth to _be best_! - For it desires in endless bliss, to dwell. - - And these three Powers, three sorts of men do make. - For some, like plants, their veins do only fill; - And some, like beasts, their senses' pleasure take, - And some, like angels, do contemplate still. - - Therefore the fables turned some men to flowers, - And others, did with brutish forms invest; - And did of others, make celestial powers - Like angels! which still travail, yet still rest! - - Yet these three Powers are not three Souls but one, - As one and two are both contained in three; - Three being one number by itself alone. - A shadow of the blessed Trinity! - -[Sidenote: An acclamation.] - - O what is Man! (Great Maker of mankind!) - That Thou to him so great respect dost bear! - That Thou adorn'st him with so bright a Mind! - Mak'st him a king! and even an angel's peer! - - O what a lively life! what heavenly power! - What spreading virtue! what a sparkling fire! - How great! how plentiful! how rich a dower! - Dost Thou, within this dying flesh inspire! - - Thou leav'st Thy Print in other works of Thine! - But Thy whole Image, Thou, in Man hast writ! - There cannot be a creature more divine; - Except, (like Thee!) it should be infinite. - - But it exceeds Man's thought, to think how high - GOD hath raised Man, since GOD, a man became: - The angels do admire this mystery, - And are astonished when they view the same! - -[Illustration] - -[Sidenote: That the Soul is immortal, and cannot die.] - - -[Illustration] - - Nor hath He given these blessings for a day, - Nor made them on the Body's life depend, - The Soul, though made in Time, survives for Aye; - And though it hath beginning, sees no end! - - Her only end, in never-ending bliss; - Which is, th'eternal face of GOD to see: - Who Last of Ends and First of Causes is, - And to do this, She must Eternal be! - - How senseless then, and dead a Soul hath he, - Which thinks his soul doth with his body die: - Or thinks not so, but so would have it be, - That he might sin with more security! - - For though these light and vicious persons say, - "Our Soul is but a smoke! or airy blast! - Which, during life, doth in our nostrils play; - And when we die, doth turn to wind at last!" - - Although they say, "Come, let us eat, and drink! - Our life is but a spark, which quickly dies!" - Though thus they _say_, they know not what to _think_, - But in their minds, ten thousand doubts arise. - - Therefore no heretics desire to spread - Their light opinions, like these Epicures; - For so their staggering thoughts are comforted, - And other men's assent, their doubt assures. - - Yet though these men against their conscience strive, - There are some sparkles in their flinty breasts, - Which cannot be extinct, but still revive, - That (though they would) they cannot, quite be beasts! - - But whoso makes a Mirror of his Mind; - And doth, with patience, view himself therein; - His Soul's _eternity_ shall clearly find, - Though th'other beauties be defaced with sin. - -[Sidenote: 1 _Reason_. Drawn from the Desire of Knowledge.] - - First, In man's mind, we find an appetite - To Learn and Know the Truth of everything: - Which is connatural, and born with it; - And from the essence of the Soul doth spring. - - With this Desire, She hath a native Might, - To find out every truth, if She had time - Th'innumerable effects to sort aright; - And, by degrees, from cause to cause to climb! - - But since our life so fast away doth slide! - (As doth a hungry eagle through the wind, - Or as a ship transported with the tide; - Which in their passage, leave no print behind.) - - Of which swift little time, so much we spend, - While some few things, we, through the Sense, do strain; - That our short race of life is at an end, - Ere we, the Principles of Skill attain: - - Or GOD (which to vain ends, hath nothing done) - In vain, this Appetite and Power hath given; - Or else our knowledge, which is here begun, - Hereafter must be perfected in heaven. - - GOD never gave a Power to one whole Kind; - But most of that Kind did use the same! - Most eyes have perfect sight! though some be blind; - Most legs can nimbly run! though some be lame. - - But in this life, _no_ Soul, the Truth can know - So perfectly, as it hath power to do! - If then perfection be not found below, - A higher place must make her mount thereto. - -[Sidenote: 2 _Reason_. Drawn from the motion of the Soul.] - - Again, how can She but immortal be? - When with the motions of both Will and Wit, - She still aspireth to Eternity, - And never rests, till she attain to it. - - Water in conduit pipes can rise no higher - Than the well head, from whence it first doth spring! - Then since to eternal GOD, She doth aspire; - She cannot be but an eternal thing. - - "All moving things to other things do move - Of the same kind," which shows their natures such; - So earth falls down, and fire doth mount above, - Till both their proper Elements do touch. - -[Sidenote: The soul compared to a river.] - - And as the moisture which the thirsty earth - Sucks from the sea, to fill her empty veins; - From out her womb at last doth take a birth, - And runs, a Nymph! along the grassy plains: - - Long doth she stay, as loath to leave the land, - From whose soft side, she first did issue make: - She tastes all places! turns to every hand! - Her flow'ry banks unwilling to forsake: - - Yet Nature, so her streams doth lead and carry, - As that her course doth make no final stay - Till she, herself unto the Ocean marry; - Within whose watry bosom first she lay. - - Even so the Soul, which in this earthy mould, - The Spirit of GOD doth secretly infuse; - Because, at first, She doth the earth behold, - And only this material world She views! - - At first, our Mother Earth, She holdeth dear! - And doth embrace the World, and worldly things! - She flies close by the ground, and hovers here! - And mounts not up with her celestial wings! - - Yet, under heaven, She cannot light on ought, - That with her heavenly nature doth agree: - She cannot rest! She cannot fix her thought! - She cannot in this world contented be! - - For who did ever yet in Honour, Wealth, - Or Pleasure of the Sense, contentment find? - Who ever ceased to _wish_, when he had Health? - Or having Wisdom, was not _vext in mind_? - - Then as a bee, which among weeds doth fall, - Which seem sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay; - She lights on that! and this! and tasteth all; - But pleased with none, doth rise and soar away! - - So, when the Soul finds here no true content, - And, like NOAH'S dove, can no sure footing take; - She doth return from whence She first was sent, - And flies to Him, that first her wings did make! - - Wit seeking Truth, from Cause to Cause ascends; - And never rests, till it the First attain; - Will seeking Good, finds many middle Ends, - But never stays, till it the Last do gain. - - Now, GOD, the Truth! and First of Causes is! - GOD is the Last Good End! which lasteth still: - Being _Alpha_ and _Omega_ named for this, - _Alpha_ to Wit! _Omega_ to the Will! - - Since then, her heavenly kind She doth bewray, - In that to GOD, She doth directly move: - And on no mortal thing can make her stay; - She cannot be from hence, but from _above_. - - And yet this First True Cause and Last Good End, - She cannot hear so _well_, and _truly_ see; - For this perfection, She must yet attend, - Till to her Maker, She espousèd be. - - As a King's daughter, being in person sought - Of divers Princes, which do neighbour near; - On none of them can fix a constant thought, - Though she to all do lend a gentle ear. - - Yet can she love a foreign Emperor! - Whom, of great worth and power, she hears to be; - If she be wooed but by Ambassador; - Or but his letters, or his picture see. - - For well she knows, that when she shall be brought - Into the kingdom, where her Spouse doth reign; - Her eyes shall see what she conceived in thought, - Himself! his State! his glory! and his train! - - So while the virgin Soul on earth doth stay - She wooed and tempted is, ten thousand ways, - By these great Powers, which on the earth bear sway; - The WISDOM OF THE WORLD, WEALTH, PLEASURE, PRAISE. - - With these, sometime, She doth her time beguile. - These do, by fits, her Phantasy possess, - But She distastes them all, within a while; - And in the sweetest, finds a tediousness: - - But if, upon the world's Almighty King, - She once do fix her humble loving thought; - Which, by his Picture drawn in everything, - And sacred Messages, her love hath sought, - - Of Him, She thinks She cannot think too much. - This honey tasted, still is ever sweet; - The pleasure of her ravished thought is such, - As almost here, She, with her bliss doth meet. - - But when in heaven, She shall His Essence see, - This is her Sovereign Good! and Perfect Bliss! - Her longings, wishings, hopes, all finished be! - Her joys are full! her motions rest in this! - - There, is She crowned with Garlands of Content, - There, doth She manna eat, and nectar drink, - That Presence doth such high delights present, - As never tongue could speak, nor heart could think! - -[Sidenote: 3 _Reason._ From contempt of death in the better sort of -spirits.] - - For this! the better Souls do oft despise - The body's death, and do it oft desire; - For when on ground, the burdened balance lies; - The empty part is lifted up the higher! - - But if the body's death, the Soul should kill? - Then death must needs _against her nature_ be; - And were it so, all Souls would fly it still, - "For Nature hates, and shuns her contrary." - - For all things else, which Nature makes to be; - Their Being to preserve, are chiefly taught! - For though some things desire a change to see, - "Yet never thing did long to turn to _nought_!" - - If then, by death, the Soul were quenchèd quite, - She could not thus against her nature run! - Since every senseless thing, by Nature's light, - Doth _preservation_ seek! _destruction_ shun! - - Nor could the world's best spirits so much err, - (If Death took all!) that they should _all_ agree, - Before this life, their Honour to prefer! - For what is praise, to things that nothing be? - - Again, if by the body's prop, She stand? - If on the body's life, her life depend? - As MELEAGER's on the fatal brand! - The body's good, She only would intend! - - We should not find her half so brave and bold, - To lead it to the wars, and to the seas! - To make it suffer watchings! hunger! cold! - When it might feed with plenty! rest with ease! - - Doubtless, _all_ Souls have a surviving thought; - Therefore of Death, we think with quiet mind; - But if we think of being _turned to nought_, - A trembling horror in our Souls we find! - -[Sidenote: 4. _Reason._ From the fear of death in the wicked souls.] - - And as the better spirit, when She doth bear - A scorn of death, doth shew She cannot die; - So when the wicked Soul, Death's face doth fear, - Even then, She proves her own eternity! - - For, when Death's form appears, She feareth not - An utter quenching or extinguishment! - She would be glad to meet with such a lot! - That so She might all future ill prevent. - - - But She doth doubt what after may befall, - For Nature's law accuseth her within, - And saith, "'Tis true, that is affirmed by all, - That after death, there is a pain for sin!" - - Then She, which hath been hoodwinked from her birth, - Doth first herself within Death's Mirror see; - And when her body doth return to earth, - She first takes care, how She alone shall be. - - Whoever sees these irreligious men, - With burden of a sickness, weak and faint; - But hears them talking of religion then, - And vowing of their souls to every saint? - - When was there ever cursed atheist brought - Unto the gibbet, but he did adore - That blessed Power! which he had set at nought, - Scorned, and blasphemed, all his life before? - - These light vain persons, still are drunk and mad, - With surfeitings and pleasures of their youth; - But, at their deaths, they are fresh! sober! sad! - Then, they discern! and then, they speak the truth! - - If then, all souls, both good and bad, do teach - With general voice, that souls can never die; - 'Tis not Man's flattering Gloss, but Nature's Speech, - Which, like GOD's Oracle, can never lie. - -[Sidenote: 5. _Reason._ From the general desire of Immortality.] - - Hence, springs that _universal_ strong desire, - Which all men have, of Immortality: - Not some few spirits unto this thought aspire, - But all men's minds in this, united be. - - Then this desire of Nature is not vain! - "She covets not impossibilities!" - "Fond thoughts may fall into some idle brain; - But one Assent of All, is ever true!" - - From hence, that general care and study springs, - That _launching_ and _progression_ of the Mind, - Which all men have, so much of Future things, - As they no joy, do in the Present find. - - From this desire, that main Desire proceeds, - Which all men have, surviving Fame to gain; - By tombs, by books, by memorable deeds; - For She that this desires, doth still remain. - - Hence, lastly, springs Care of Posterities! - For things, their kind would everlasting make! - Hence is it, that old men do plant young trees, - The fruit whereof, another age shall take! - - If we these rules unto ourselves apply, - And view them by reflection of the mind; - All these True Notes of Immortality, - In our hearts' tables, we shall written find! - -[Sidenote: 6. _Reason._ From the very doubt and disputation of -immortality.] - - And though some impious wits do questions move, - And doubt "if souls immortal be or no?" - That _doubt_, their immortality doth prove! - Because they seem immortal things to know. - - For he which reasons, on both parts doth bring, - Doth some things mortal, some immortal call; - Now if himself were but a mortal thing; - He could not judge immortal things, _at all_! - - For when we judge, our Minds we Mirrors make, - And as those glasses, which material be, - Forms of material things do only take - (For Thoughts or Minds in them, we cannot see); - - So when we GOD and Angels do conceive, - And think of Truth (which is eternal too), - Then do our Minds, immortal Forms receive, - Which if they mortal were, they could not do. - - And as if beasts conceived what Reason were, - And that conception should distinctly shew; - They should the name of _reasonable_ bear - (For without Reason, none could reason know). - - So when the Soul mounts with so high a wing, - As of eternal things, She _doubts_ can move, - She, proofs of her eternity doth bring; - Even when She strives the contrary to prove. - - For even the _thought_ of Immortality, - Being an act done without the body's aid, - Shews, that herself alone could move, and be, - Although the body in the grave were laid. - - And if herself She can so lively move, - And never need a foreign help to take, - Then must her motion everlasting prove, - "Because her self She never can forsake." - -[Sidenote: That the Soul cannot be destroyed.] - - "But though Corruption cannot touch the Mind, - By any cause, that from itself may spring; - Some Outward Cause, Fate hath perhaps designed, - Which to the Soul, may utter quenching bring?" - -[Sidenote: Her Cause ceaseth not.] - - "Perhaps her Cause may cease, and She may die!" - GOD is her Cause! His WORD, her Maker was! - Which shall stand fixed for all eternity! - When heaven and earth shall like a shadow pass. - -[Sidenote: She hath no contrary.] - - "Perhaps something repugnant to her kind, - By strong antipathy, the Soul may kill!" - But what can be contrary to the Mind, - Which holds all contraries in concord still? - - She lodgeth heat, and cold! and moist, and dry! - And life, and death! and peace, and war together: - Ten thousand fighting things in her do lie, - Yet neither troubleth or disturbeth either. - -[Sidenote: She cannot die for want of food.] - - "Perhaps, for want of food, the Soul may pine!" - But that were strange! since all things bad and good, - Since all GOD's creatures, mortal and divine; - Since GOD Himself is her eternal food. - - Bodies are fed with things of mortal kind, - And so are subject to mortality; - But Truth, which is eternal, feeds the Mind, - The Tree of Life, which will not let her die. - -[Sidenote: Violence cannot destroy her.] - - "Yet violence perhaps the Soul destroys, - As lightning or the sunbeams dim the sight; - Or as a thunder-clap or cannon's noise, - The power of hearing doth astonish quite?" - - But high perfection to the Soul it brings, - T'encounter things most excellent and high; - For when She views the best and greatest things, - They do not hurt, but rather clear the eye. - - Besides as HOMER's gods 'gainst armies stand; - Her subtle form can through all dangers slide; - Bodies are captive, Minds endure no band, - "And Will is free, and can no force abide!" - -[Sidenote: Time cannot destroy her.] - - "But lastly, Time perhaps, at last, hath power, - To spend her lively powers, and quench her light?" - But old god SATURN, which doth all devour, - Doth cherish her, and still augment her might - - Heaven waxeth old; and all the spheres above - Shall, one day, faint, and their swift motion stay; - And Time itself, in time, shall cease to move, - Only the Soul survives, and lives for aye. - - Our bodies, every footstep that they make, - March towards death, until at last they die: - Whether we work, or play, or sleep, or wake, - Our life doth pass, and with Time's wings doth fly - - But to the Soul, time doth perfection give, - And adds fresh lustre to her beauty still, - And makes her in eternal youth to live, - Like her which nectar to the gods doth fill. - - The more She lives, the more She feeds on Truth; - The more She feeds, her Strength doth more increase: - And what is Strength, but an effect of Youth! - Which if Time nurse, how can it ever cease? - -[Sidenote: Objections against the Immortality of the Soul.] - - But now these Epicures begin to smile, - And say, "My doctrine is more safe, than true!" - And that "I fondly do myself beguile, - While these received opinions I ensue." - -[Sidenote: Objection.] - - "For what!" they say, "doth not the Soul wax old? - How comes it, then, that aged men do dote, - And that their brains grow sottish, dull, and cold; - Which were in youth, the only spirits of note?" - - "What! are not Souls within themselves corrupted? - How can there idiots then by Nature be? - How is it that some wits are interrupted, - That now they dazzled are, now clearly see?" - -[Sidenote: Answer.] - - These questions make a subtle argument - To such as think both Sense and Reason one: - To whom, nor Agent, from the Instrument; - Nor Power of Working, from the Work is known - - But they that know that Wit can show no skill, - But when she things in Sense's glass doth view; - Do know, if accident this glass do spill, - It _nothing_ sees! or sees the _false_ for _true_. - - For if that region of the tender brain, - Wherein th'inward sense of Phantasy should sit, - And th'outward senses' gatherings should retain, - By Nature, or by chance become unfit. - - Either at first uncapable it is; - And so few things or none at all receives; - Or marred by accident which haps amiss, - And so amiss it everything perceives; - - Then as a cunning Prince that useth spies; - If they return no news, doth nothing know; - But if they make advertisement of lies, - The Prince's Council all awry do go. - - Even so, the Soul, to such a Body knit, - Whose inward senses undisposèd be, - And to receive the Forms of things unfit; - Where nothing is brought in, can nothing see. - - This makes the Idiot, which hath yet a mind, - Able to know the Truth, and choose the Good; - If she such figures in the brain did find, - As might be found, if it in temper stood. - - But if a frenzy do possess the brain; - It so disturbs and blots the forms of things, - As Phantasy proves altogether vain, - And to the Wit, no true relation brings. - - Then doth the Wit, admitting all for true, - Build fond conclusions on those idle grounds; - Then doth it fly the Good, and Ill pursue, - Believing all that this false spy propounds. - - But purge the humours, and the rage appease; - Which this distemper in the Fancy wrought: - Then will the Wit, which never had disease, - Discourse and judge discreetly, as it ought. - - So though the clouds eclipse the Sun's fair light, - Yet from his face they do not take one beam: - So have our eyes their perfect power of sight, - Even when they look into a troubled stream. - - Then these defects in Sense's organs be, - Not in the Soul, or in her working might; - She cannot lose her perfect Power to See, - Though mists and clouds do choke her window light. - - These imperfections then we must impute, - Not to the Agent, but the Instrument; - We must not blame APOLLO, but his Lute, - If false accords from her false strings be sent - - The Soul, in all, hath one intelligence, - Though too much moisture in an infant's brain, - And too much dryness in an old man's sense - Cannot the prints of outward things retain. - - Then doth the Soul want work, and idle sit: - And this we Childishness and Dotage call: - Yet hath She then a quick and active Wit, - If She had stuff and tools to work withal. - - For, give her organs fit, and objects fair, - Give but the aged man, the young man's sense: - Let but MEDEA, ÆSON'S youth repair, - And straight She shews her wonted excellence. - - As a good harper, stricken far in years, - Into whose cunning hands, the gout is fall: - All his old crotchets, in his brain he bears, - But on his harp, plays ill, or not at all. - - But if APOLLO take his gout away, - That he, his nimble fingers may apply; - APOLLO'S self will envy at his play, - And all the world applaud his minstrelsy! - - Then Dotage is no weakness of the Mind, - But of the Sense; for if the Mind did waste; - In _all_ old men, we should this wasting find, - When they some certain term of years had past. - - But most of them, even to their dying hour, - Retain a Mind more lively, quick, and strong, - And better use their Understanding Power, - Than when their brains were warm, and limbs were young. - - For though the body wasted be and weak, - And though the leaden form of earth it bears; - Yet when we hear that half-dead body speak, - We oft are ravished to the heavenly spheres. - -[Sidenote: 2. Objection.] - - Yet say these men, "If all her organs die, - Then hath the Soul no power, her Powers to use! - So in a sort her Powers extinct do lie, - When into Act She cannot them reduce." - - "And if her Powers be dead, then what is She? - For since from everything, some Powers do spring, - And from those Powers some Acts proceeding be: - Then kill both Power and Act, and kill the Thing." - -[Sidenote: Answer.] - - Doubtless the Body's death, when once it dies, - The Instruments of Sense and Life doth kill; - So that She cannot use those faculties, - Although their root rest in her substance still. - - But as, the Body living, Wit and Will - Can judge and choose without the Body's aid, - Though on such objects, they are working still, - As through the Body's organs are conveyed: - - So, when the Body serves her turn no more, - And all her Senses are extinct and gone, - She can discourse of what She learned before, - In heavenly contemplations all alone. - - So if one man well on the lute doth play, - And have good horsemanship, and learning's skill: - Though both his lute and horse we take away; - Doth he not keep his former learning still? - - He keeps it doubtless! and can use it too! - And doth both th'other skills, in power retain! - And can of both the proper actions do, - If with his Lute, or Horse he meet again. - - So, though the instruments by which we live - And view the world, the Body's death doth kill: - Yet with the Body, they shall all revive; - And all their wonted offices fulfil. - -[Sidenote: 3. Objection.] - - "But _how_, till then, shall She herself employ? - Her spies are dead; which brought home news before: - What she hath got and keeps, she may enjoy; - But She hath means to understand no more." - - "Then what do those poor Souls which nothing get? - Or what do those which get and nothing keep, - Like buckets bottomless, which all out let? - Those Souls, for want of exercise, must sleep." - -[Sidenote: Answer.] - - See _how_ Man's Soul, against itself doth strive: - Why should we not have other means to know? - As children, while within the womb they live, - Feed by the navel; Here, they feed not so. - - These children (if they had some use of Sense, - And should by chance their mothers talking, hear; - That, in short time, they shall come forth from thence) - Would fear their birth, more than our death we fear. - - They would cry out, "If we, this place shall leave, - Then shall we break our tender navel strings: - How shall we then our nourishment receive, - Since our sweet food, no other conduit brings?" - - And if a man should, to these babes reply, - That "Into this fair world they shall be brought, - Where they shall see the earth, the sea, the sky, - The glorious sun, and all that GOD hath wrought: - - That there ten thousand dainties they shall meet, - Which by their mouths they shall with pleasure take; - Which shall be cordial too, as well as sweet, - And of their little limbs, tall bodies make!" - - This, would they think a fable! even as we - Do think the story of the Golden Age; - Or as some sensual spirits amongst us be, - Which hold the World to Come, "a feigned Stage." - - Yet shall these infants, after, find all true; - Though, then, thereof, they nothing could conceive. - As soon as they are born, the world they view, - And with their mouths, the nurse's milk receive. - - So when the Soul is born (for Death is nought - But the Soul's Birth, and so we should it call!) - Ten thousand things She sees, beyond her thought; - And, in an unknown manner, knows them all. - - Then doth She see by spectacles no more, - She hears not by report of double spies, - Herself, in instants, doth all things explore, - For each thing present, and before her lies. - -[Sidenote: 4. Objection.] - - But still this Crew, with questions me pursues; - "If Souls deceased," say they, "still living be", - Why do they not return to bring us news - Of that strange world, where they such wonders see? - -[Sidenote: Answer.] - - Fond men! if we believe that men do live - Under the zenith of both frozen poles; - Though none come thence, advertisement to give; - Why bear we not the like faith of our Souls? - - The Soul hath, here on earth, no more to do, - Than we have business in our mother's womb; - What child doth covet to return thereto? - Although all children, first from thence do come! - - But as Noah's pigeon which returned no more, - Did shew she footing found, for all the flood; - So when good Souls, departed through death's door, - Come not again; it shews their dwelling good. - - And doubtless such a Soul as up doth mount, - And doth appear before her Maker's face, - Holds this vile world in such a base account, - As She looks down and scorns this wretched place. - - But such as are detruded down to hell; - Either for shame, they still themselves retire, - Or tied in chains, they in close prison dwell, - And cannot come, although they much desire. - -[Sidenote: 5. Objection.] - - "Well, well," say these vain spirits, "though vain it is - To think our Souls to heaven or hell do go; - Politic men have thought it not amiss, - To spread this _lie_, to make men virtuous so!" - -[Sidenote: Answer.] - - Do _you_, then, think this moral Virtue, good? - I think you do! even for your private gain; - For commonwealths by Virtue ever stood; - And common good, the private doth contain. - - If then this Virtue, you do love so well, - Have you no means, her practice to maintain? - But you this lie must to the people tell, - "That good Souls live in joy, and ill in pain." - - Must Virtue be preservèd by a lie? - Virtue and Truth do ever best agree. - By this, it seems to be a verity, - Since the effects so good and virtuous be. - - For as the Devil, father is of lies, - So Vice and Mischief do his lies ensue. - Then this good doctrine did he not devise, - But made this Lie which saith, "It is not true!" - -[Sidenote: The General Consent of all.] - - For how can that be false, which every tongue, - Of every mortal man, affirms for true; - Which truth hath, in all ages, been so strong, - As loadstone-like, all hearts it ever drew. - - For not the Christian or the Jew alone; - The Persian, or the Turk acknowledge this: - This mystery to the wild Indian known, - And to the Cannibal and Tartar, is. - - This rich Assyrian drug grows everywhere, - As common in the North, as in the East! - This doctrine doth not enter by the ear, - But, of itself, is native in the breast! - - None that acknowledge GOD, or Providence, - Their Soul's eternity did ever doubt; - For all religion takes her root from hence, - Which no poor naked nation lives without. - - For since the world for Man created was, - (For only Man, the use thereof doth know) - If Man do perish like a withered grass, - How doth GOD's wisdom order things below? - - And if that wisdom still wise ends propound, - Why made He Man, of other creatures king? - When (if he perish here!) there is not found, - In all the world so poor and vile a thing? - - If Death do quench us quite; we have great wrong; - Since for our service, all things else were wrought: - That daws, and trees, and rocks should last so long, - When we must in an instant pass to nought. - - But, blest be that Great Power! that hath us blest - With longer life, than heaven or earth can have - Which hath infused into one mortal breast, - Immortal Powers, not subject to the grave. - - For though the Soul do seem her grave to bear, - And in this world is almost buried quick; - We have no cause the Body's death to fear, - "For when the shell is broke, out comes a chick." - -[Sidenote: Three kinds of Life answerable to the three powers of the -Soul.] - - For as the Soul's _essential_ Powers are three, - The Quick'ning Power, the Power of Sense, and Reason; - Three kinds of Life to her designèd be, - Which perfect these three Powers, in their due season. - - The first Life in the mother's womb is spent, - Where She her Nursing Power doth only use; - Where, when She finds defect of nourishment, - Sh' expels her body, and this world She views. - - This, we call Birth! but if the child could speak, - He, Death would call it! and of Nature, 'plain - That She should thrust him out naked and weak; - And in his passage, pinch him with such pain. - - Yet, out he comes! and in this world is placed, - Where all his Senses in perfection be; - Where he finds flowers to smell, and fruits to taste, - And sounds to hear, and sundry forms to see. - - When he hath passed some time upon this Stage, - His Reason, then, a little seems to wake, - Which though She spring, when Sense doth fade with age, - Yet can She here, no perfect practice make. - - Then doth th' aspiring Soul, the Body leave, - Which we call Death. But were it known to all, - What Life our Souls do, by this death, receive; - Men would it, Birth! or Gaol Delivery! call. - - In this third Life, Reason will be so bright, - As that her Spark will like the sunbeams shine; - And shall, of GOD enjoy the real sight, - Being still increased by influence divine. - - -[Illustration] - -[Sidenote: An acclamation!] - - O ignorant poor Man! what dost thou bear, - Locked up within the casket of thy breast; - What jewels, and what riches hast thou there. - What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest! - - Look in thy Soul! and thou shall beauties find, - Like those which drowned NARCISSUS in the flood; - Honour and Pleasure both are in thy Mind, - And all that in the world is counted Good. - - Think of her worth! and think that GOD did mean - This worthy Mind should worthy things embrace! - Blot not her beauties, with thy thoughts unclean; - Nor her, dishonour with thy Passions base. - - Kill not her Quick'ning Power with surfeitings! - Mar not her Sense with sensualities! - Cast not her serious Wit on idle things! - Make not her free Will slave to vanities! - - And when thou thinkest of her Eternity; - Think not that Death against her nature is; - Think it a Birth! and, when thou goest to die, - Sing like a swan, as if thou wentst to bliss! - - And if thou, like a child, didst fear before, - Being in the dark, when thou didst nothing see; - Now I have brought thee Torch-light, fear no more. - Now, when thou diest; thou canst not hoodwinked be. - - And thou, my Soul! which turn'st thy curious eye, - To view the beams of thine own form divine; - Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly, - While thou are _clouded_ with this flesh of mine. - - Take heed of _overweening_! and compare - Thy peacock's feet, with thy gay peacock's train; - Study the _best_ and _highest_ things that are; - But of thyself, an humble thought retain! - - Cast down thyself! and only strive to raise - The glory of thy Maker's sacred name! - Use all thy powers, that Blessed Power to praise, - Which gives thee power to Be, and Use the same. - -FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - -HYMNS OF - -ASTRÆA, IN - -ACROSTIC - -VERSE. - -[Illustration] - - _LONDON:_ - Printed for I. S. - 1599. - - - - -[Illustration] - -[_Hymns of ASTRÆA._] - - -HYMN I. - -_Of ASTRÆA._ - - E ARLY, before the day doth spring, - L et us awake, my Muse! and sing! - I t is no time to slumber! - S o many joys this Time doth bring, - A s time will fail to number. - - B ut, whereto shall we bend our Lays? - E ven up to heaven, again to raise - T he Maid! which, thence descended, - H ath brought again the Golden Days - A nd all the world amended. - - R udeness itself, She doth refine! - E ven like an Alchemist divine, - G ross Times of Iron turning - I nto the purest form of Gold; - N ot to corrupt, till heaven wax old - A nd be refined with burning. - - -HYMN II. - -_To ASTRÆA._ - - E TERNAL Virgin! Goddess true! - L et me presume to sing to you! - I OVE, even great JOVE hath leisure - S ometimes, to hear the vulgar crew, - A nd hears them, oft, with pleasure. - - B lessed ASTRÆ! I, in part, - E njoy the blessings you impart! - T he Peace! the milk and honey! - H umanity! and civil Art! - A richer dower than money. - - R ight glad am I, that now I live, - E ven in these days, whereto you give - G reat happiness and glory! - I f after you, I should be born; - N o doubt, I should my birthday scorn, - A dmiring your sweet Story. - - -HYMN III. - -_To the Spring._ - - E ARTH now is green, and heaven is blue! - L ively Spring, which makes all new. - I olly Spring doth enter. - S weet young sunbeams do subdue - A ngry, agèd Winter. - - B lasts are mild, and seas are calm! - E very meadow flows with balm! - T he earth wears all her riches! - H armonious birds sing such a psalm - A s ear and heart bewitches! - - R eserve, sweet Spring! this Nymph of ours, - E ternal garlands of thy flowers! - G reen garlands never wasting! - I n her shall last our State's fair Spring, - N ow and for ever flourishing, - A s long as heaven is lasting. - - -HYMN IV. - -_To the month of May._ - - E ACH day of thine, sweet month of May! - L ove makes a solemn Holy Day. - I will perform like duty! - S ince thou resemblest, every way, - A STRÆA, Queen of Beauty. - - B oth you, fresh beauties do partake! - E ither's aspect, doth Summer make, - T houghts of young Love awaking! - H earts you both, do cause to ache; - A nd yet be pleased with aching. - - R ight dear art thou! and so is She! - E ven like attractive sympathy - G ains unto both, like dearness. - I ween this made Antiquity - N ame thee, Sweet May of Majesty! - A s being both like in clearness. - - -HYMN V. - -_To the Lark._ - - E ARLY, cheerful, mounting Lark! - L ight's gentle Usher! Morning's Clerk! - I n merry notes delighting; - S tint awhile thy song, and hark, - A nd learn my new inditing! - - B ear up this Hymn! to heaven, it bear! - E ven up to heaven, and sing it there! - T o heaven, each morning bear it! - H ave it set to some sweet sphere, - A nd let the angels hear it! - - R enowned ASTRÆA, that great name! - (E xceeding great in worth and fame, - G reat worth hath so renowned it) - I t is ASTRÆA's name, I praise! - N ow then, sweet Lark! do thou it raise; - A nd in high heaven resound it! - - -HYMN VI. - -_To the Nightingale._ - - E VERY night, from even till morn, - L ove's Chorister amid the thorn, - I s now so sweet a singer! - S o sweet, as for her Song, I scorn - A POLLO'S voice and finger. - - B ut, Nightingale! sith you delight - E ver to watch the starry night, - T ell all the stars of heaven! - H eaven never had a star so bright - A s now to earth is given! - - R oyal ASTRÆA makes our day - E ternal, with her beams! nor may - G ross darkness overcome her! - I now perceive, why some do write, - "N o country hath so short a night - A s England hath in summer." - - -HYMN VII. - -_To the Rose._ - - E YE of the garden! Queen of Flowers! - L OVE's cup, wherein he nectar pours! - I ngendered first of nectar. - S weet nurse-child of the Spring's young Hours! - A nd Beauty's fair Character! - - B est jewel that the earth doth wear! - E ven when the brave young sun draws near, - T o her hot love pretending; - H imself likewise, like form doth bear, - A t rising and descending. - - R ose, of the Queen of Love beloved! - E ngland's great Kings (divinely moved) - G ave Roses in their banner: - I t shewed, that Beauty's Rose indeed, - N ow in this Age should them succeed, - A nd reign in more sweet manner. - - -HYMN VIII. - -_To all the Princes of Europe._ - - E UROPE! the Earth's sweet Paradise! - L et all thy Kings (that would be wise - I n Politic Devotion) - S ail hither, to observe her eyes, - A nd mark her heavenly motion! - - B rave Princes of this civil Age! - E nter into this pilgrimage! - T his Saint's tongue is an Oracle! - H er eye hath made a Prince a page; - A nd works, each day, a miracle! - - R aise but your looks to her, and see - E ven the true beams of Majesty! - G reat Princes, mark her duly! - I f all the world you do survey, - N o forehead spreads so bright a ray; - A nd notes a Prince, so truly! - - -HYMN IX. - -_To FLORA._ - - E MPRESS of Flowers! Tell, where away - L ies your sweet Court, this merry May? - I n Greenwich garden alleys! - S ince there the Heavenly Powers do play, - A nd haunt no other valleys. - - B EAUTY, VIRTUE, MAJESTY, - E loquent MUSES, three times three, - T he new fresh HOURS and GRACES - H ave pleasure in this place to be, - A bove all other places. - - R oses and lilies did them draw, - E re they, divine ASTRÆA saw: - G ay flowers, they sought for pleasure. - I nstead of gathering Crowns of Flowers, - N ow, gather they ASTRÆA's dowers, - A nd bear to heaven, that treasure. - - -HYMN X. - -_To the Month of September._ - - E ACH month hath praise in some degree, - L et May to others seem to be - I n Sense, the sweetest season; - S eptember! thou are best to me! - A nd best doth please my Reason. - - B ut neither for their corn, nor wine; - E xtol I, those mild days of thine! - T hough corn and wine might praise thee; - H eaven gives thee honour more divine - A nd higher fortunes raise thee! - - R enowned art thou, sweet Month! for this. - E mong thy days, her birthday is! - G race, Plenty, Peace, and Honour - I n one fair hour with her were born! - N ow since, they still her crown adorn, - A nd still attend upon her. - - -HYMN XI. - -_To the Sun._ - - E YE of the world! Fountain of light! - L ife of day, and death of night! - I humbly seek thy kindness! - S weet! dazzle not my feeble sight, - A nd strike me not with blindness! - - B ehold me mildly from that face - E ven where thou now dost run thy race, - T he sphere where now thou turnest, - H aving, like PHÆTON changed thy place, - A nd yet hearts only burnest. - - R ed in her right cheek, thou dost rise - E xalted after, in her eyes; - G reat glory, there, thou shewest! - I n th'other cheek, when thou descendest, - N ew redness unto it thou lendest! - A nd so thy Round, thou goest! - - -HYMN XII. - -_To her Picture._ - - E XTREME was his audacity, - L ittle his skill, that finished thee! - I am ashamed and sorry, - S o dull her counterfeit should be; - A nd She, so full of glory! - - B ut here are colours, red and white; - E ach line, and each proportion right: - T hese lines, this red and whiteness, - H ave wanting yet a life and light, - A majesty and brightness. - - R ude counterfeit! I then did err; - E ven now, when I would needs infer - G reat boldness in thy maker! - I did mistake! He was not bold, - N or durst his eyes, her eyes behold: - A nd this made him mistake her. - - -HYMN XIII. - -_Of her Mind._ - - E ARTH, now adieu! My ravished thought - L ifted to heaven, sets thee at nought! - I nfinite is my longing, - S ecrets of angels to be taught, - A nd things to heaven belonging! - - B rought down from heaven, of angels' kind, - E ven now, do I admire her Mind! - T his is my contemplation! - H er clear sweet Spirit, which is refined - A bove humane creation! - - R ich sunbeam of th' Eternal Light! - E xcellent Soul! How shall I write? - G ood angels make me able! - I cannot see but by your eye; - N or but by your tongue, signify - A thing so admirable. - - -HYMN XIV. - -_Of the Sunbeams of her Mind._ - - E XCEEDING glorious is this Star! - L et us behold her beams afar - I n a side line reflected! - S ight bears them not, when near they are - A nd in right lines directed. - - B ehold her in her virtue's beams, - E xtending sun-like to all realms! - T he sun none views too nearly. - H er well of goodness, in these streams, - A ppears right well and clearly. - - R adiant virtues! if your light - E nfeeble the best judgement's sight; - G reat splendour above measure - I s in the Mind, from whence you flow! - N o wit may have access to know - A nd view so bright a treasure. - - -HYMN XV. - -_Of her Wit._ - - E YE of that Mind most quick and clear, - L ike heaven's Eye, which from his sphere, - I nto all things pryeth; - S ees through all things everywhere, - A nd all their natures trieth. - - B right image of an angel's wit, - E xceeding sharp and swift like it, - T hings instantly discerning; - H aving a nature infinite, - A nd yet increased by learning. - - R ebound upon thyself thy light! - E njoy thine own sweet precious sight! - G ive us but some reflection! - I t is enough for us if we, - N ow in her speech, now policy; - A dmire thine high perfection! - - -HYMN XVI. - -_Of her Will._ - - E VER well affected Will, - L oving goodness, loathing ill! - I nestimable treasure! - S ince such a power hath power to spill, - A nd save us, at her pleasure. - - B e thou our law, sweet Will! and say - E ven what thou wilt, we will obey! - T his law, if I could read it. - H erein would I spend night and day, - A nd study still to plead it. - - R oyal Free Will, and only free! - E ach other will is slave to thee! - G lad is each will to serve thee! - I n thee such princely power is seen; - N o spirit but takes thee, for her Queen! - A nd thinks she must observe thee! - - -HYMN XVII. - -_Of her Memory._ - - E XCELLENT jewels would you see? - L ovely ladies! Come with me! - I will (for love I owe you) - S hew you as rich a treasury - A s East or West can shew you! - - B ehold! (if you can judge of it) - E ven that great Storehouse of her Wit! - T hat beautiful large table, - H er Memory! wherein is writ - A ll knowledge admirable. - - R ead this fair book, and you shall learn - E xquisite skill, if you discern; - G ain heaven, by this discerning! - I n such a memory divine, - N ature did form the Muses nine, - A nd PALLAS, Queen of Learning. - - -HYMN XVIII. - -_Of her Phantasy._ - - E XQUISITE curiosity! - L ook on thyself, with judging eye! - I f ought be faulty, leave it! - S o delicate a Phantasy - A s this, will straight perceive it - - B ecause her temper is so fine, - E ndued with harmonies divine; - T herefore if discord strike it, - H er true proportions do repine, - A nd sadly do mislike it. - - R ight otherwise, a pleasure sweet, - E ver she takes in actions meet, - G racing with smiles such meetness: - I n her fair forehead beams appear, - N o Summer's day is half so clear! - A dorned with half that sweetness! - - -HYMN XIX. - -_Of the Organs of her Mind._ - - E CLIPSED She is, and her bright rays - L ie under veils; yet many ways - I s her fair form revealed! - S he diversely herself conveys, - A nd cannot be concealed. - - B y instruments, her powers appear - E xceedingly well tuned and clear! - T his Lute is still in measure, - H olds still in tune, even like a sphere, - A nd yields the world sweet pleasure! - - R esolve me, Muse! how this thing is? - E ver a body like to this, - G ave heaven to earthly creature? - I am but fond this doubt to make! - N o doubt, the angels, bodies take - A bove our common nature! - - -HYMN XX. - -_Of the Passions of her Heart._ - - E XAMINE not th' inscrutable Heart, - L ight Muse! of Her, though She in part - I mpart it to the subject! - S earch not! although from heaven thou art! - A nd this a heavenly object. - - B ut since She hath a heart, we know - E ver some Passions thence do flow, - T hough ever ruled with honour. - H er judgement reigns! They wait below, - A nd fix their eyes upon her! - - R ectified so, they, in their kind, - E ncrease each virtue of her Mind, - G overned with mild tranquility. - I n all the regions under heaven, - N o State doth bear itself so even, - A nd with so sweet facility. - - -HYMN XXI. - -_Of the innumerable Virtues of her Mind._ - - E RE thou proceed in these sweet pains, - L earn Muse! how many drops it rains - I n cold and moist December! - S um up May flowers! and August's grains! - A nd grapes of mild September! - - B ear the sea's sand in Memory! - E arth's grasses! and the stars in sky! - T he little moats, which mounted - H ang in the beams of PHŒBUS' eye, - A nd never can be counted! - - R ecount these numbers, numberless, - E re thou, her virtue canst express! - G reat wits, this count will cumber! - I nstruct thyself in numbering schools! - N ow Courtiers use to beg for fools; - A ll such as cannot number. - - -HYMN XXII. - -_Of her Wisdom._ - - E AGLE-eyed Wisdom! Life's loadstar! - L ooking near, on things afar! - I OVE's best beloved daughter! - S hews to her spirit all that are! - A s JOVE himself hath taught her. - - B y this straight rule, She rectifies - E ach thought, that in her heart doth rise; - T his is her clear true Mirror! - H er Looking Glass, wherein She spies - A ll forms of Truth and Error. - - R ight Princely virtue, fit to reign! - E nthronised in her spirit remain, - G uiding our fortunes ever! - I f we this Star once cease to see; - N o doubt our State will shipwrecked be, - A nd torn and sunk for ever. - - -HYMN XXIII. - -_Of her Justice._ - - E XILED ASTRÆA is come again! - L o here She doth all things maintain - I n number, weight, and measure! - S he rules us, with delightful pain, - A nd we obey with pleasure! - - B y Love, She rules more than by Law! - E ven her great Mercy breedeth awe; - T his is her sword and sceptre! - H erewith She hearts did ever draw, - A nd this guard ever kept her. - - R eward doth sit in her right hand! - E ach Virtue, thence takes her garland, - G athered in Honour's garden! - I n her left hand (wherein should be - N ought but the sword) sits Clemency! - A nd conquers Vice with pardon. - - -HYMN XXIV. - -_Of her Magnanimity._ - - E VEN as her State, so is her Mind - L ifted above the vulgar kind! - I t treads proud Fortune under! - S unlike, it sits above the wind; - A bove the storms, and thunder. - - B rave Spirit! Large Heart! admiring nought! - E steeming each thing, as it ought! - T hat swelleth not, nor shrinketh! - H onour is always in her thought; - A nd of great things, She thinketh! - - R ocks, pillars, and heaven's axletree - E xemplify her Constancy! - G reat changes never change her! - I n her sex, fears are wont to rise; - N ature permits, Virtue denies, - A nd scorns the face of danger! - - -HYMN XXV. - -_Of her Moderation._ - - E MPRESS of Kingdoms, though She be; - L arger is her Sovereignty, - I f She herself do govern! - S ubject unto herself is She; - A nd of herself, true Sovereign! - - B eauty's Crown, though She do wear; - E xalted into Fortune's Chair; - T hroned like the Queen of Pleasure: - H er virtues still possess her ear, - A nd counsel her to Measure! - - R eason (if She incarnate were) - E ven Reason's self could never bear - G reatness with Moderation! - I n her, one temper still is seen. - N o liberty claims She as Queen! - A nd shows no alteration! - - -HYMN XXVI. - - E NVY, go weep! My Muse and I - L augh thee to scorn! Thy feeble eye - I s dazzled with the glory - S hining in this gay Poesy, - A nd little golden Story! - - B ehold, how my proud quill doth shed - E ternal nectar on her head! - T he pomp of Coronation - H ath not such power, her fame to spread, - A s this my admiration! - - R espect my pen, as free and frank; - E xpecting nor reward, nor thank! - G reat wonder only moves it! - I never made it mercenary! - N or should my Muse, this burden carry - A s hired; but that she loves it! - -_FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - - SIX IDILLIA, - - THAT IS, - - SIX SMALL, OR PETTY, POEMS, - OR ÆGLOGUES, - - chosen out of the right famous Sicilian Poet - - THEOCRITUS, - - And translated into English verse. - - _Dum defluat amnis._ - - [Illustration] - - PRINTED - - At Oxford by IOSEPH BARNES. - - 1588. - - - - - E. D. - - - Libenter hic, et omnis exantlabitur - Labor, in tuæ spem gratiæ. - [HORACE, _Epodes_ i. 23-24.] - - - - -SIX IDILLIA - -chosen out of the famous Sicilian Poet - -THEOCRITUS, - -and translated into English verse. - - -THE EIGHTH IDILLION. - -Argument. - - MENALCAS a Shepherd and DAPHNIS a Neatherd, two Sicilian Lads, - contending who should sing best, pawn their Whistles; and choose - a Goatherd to be their Judge: who giveth sentence on DAPHNIS his - side. The thing is imagined to be done in the Isle of Sicily, - by the sea-shore. Of whose singing, this Idillion is called - _Bucoliastæ_, that is, "Singers of a Neatherd's Song." - - -_BUCOLIASTÆ_. - -DAPHNIS, MENALCAS, Goatherd. - -[Illustration] - - With lovely Neatherd DAPHNIS on the hills, they say, - Shepherd MENALCAS met upon a summer's day: - Both youthful striplings, both had yellow heads of hair; - In whistling both, and both in singing skilful were. - -MENALCAS first, beholding DAPHNIS, thus bespake: - -MENALCAS. - - "Wilt thou in singing, Neatherd DAPHNIS, undertake - To strive with me? For I affirm that, at my will, - I can thee pass!" Thus DAPHNIS answered on the hill. - -DAPHNIS. - - "Whistler MENALCAS, thou shalt never me excel - In singing, though to death with singing thou should'st swell!" - -MENALCAS. - - "Then wilt thou see, and something for the victor wage?" - -DAPHNIS. - - "I will both see, and something for the victor gage!" - -MENALCAS. - - "What therefore shall we pawn, that for us may be fit?" - -DAPHNIS. - - "I'll pawn a calf; a wennell lamb lay thou to it!" - -MENALCAS. - - "I'll pawn no lamb: for both my Sire and Mother fell - Are very hard; and all my sheep at e'en they tell." - -DAPHNIS. - - "What then? What shall he gain that wins the victory?" - -MENALCAS. - - "A gallant Whistle which I made with notes thrice three, - Joined with white wax, both e'en below and e'en above; - This will I lay! My father's things I will not move!" - -DAPHNIS. - - "And I a Whistle have with notes thrice three a row, - Joined with white wax, both e'en below and e'en above. - I lately framed it: for this finger yet doth ache - With pricking, which a splinter of the reed did make. - But who shall be our Judge, and give us audience?" - -MENALCAS. - - "What if we call this Goatherd here, not far from hence, - Whose dog doth bark hard by the kids?" The lusty boys - Did call him, and the Goatherd came to hear their toys. - The lusty boys did sing, the Goatherd judgment gave. - MENALCAS first, by lot, unto his Whistle brave, - Did sing a Neatherd's Song; and Neatherd DAPHNIS then - Did sing, by course: but first MENALCAS thus began: - -MENALCAS. - - "Ye Groves and Brooks divine, if on his reed - MENALCAS ever sang a pleasant Lay; - Fat me these lambs! If DAPHNIS here will feed - His calves, let him have pasture too I pray!" - -DAPHNIS. - - "Ye pleasant Springs and Plants, would DAPHNIS had - As sweet a voice as have the nightingales! - Feed me this herd! and if the Shepherd's lad - MENALCAS comes, let him have all the dales!" - -MENALCAS. - - "'Tis ever Spring; there meads are ever gay; - There strout the bags; there sheep are fatly fed, - When DAPHNE comes! Go she away; - Then both the Shepherd there, and grass are dead." - -DAPHNIS. - - "There both the ewes, and goats, bring forth their twins; - There bees do fill their hives; there oaks are high; - Where MILO treads! When he away begins - To go, both Neatherd and the neat wax dry." - -MENALCAS. - - "O husband of the goats! O wood so high! - O kids! come to this brook, for he is there! - Thou with the broken horns tell MILO shy, - That PROTEUS kept sea-calves, though god he were." - -DAPHNIS. - - "Nor PELOPS' kingdom may I crave, nor gold; - Nor to outrun the winds upon a lea: - But in this cave I'll sing, with thee in hold, - Both looking on my sheep, and on the sea." - -MENALCAS. - - "A tempest marreth trees; and drought, a spring: - Snares unto fowls, to beasts nets, are a smart; - Love spoils a man. O JOVE, alone his sting - I have not felt; for thou a lover art!" - - Thus sang these boys, by course, with voices strong; - MENALCAS then began a latter song: - -MENALCAS. - - "Wolf, spare my kids! and spare my fruitful sheep! - And hurt me not! though but a lad, these flocks I guide. - Lampur my dog, art thou indeed so sound asleep? - Thou should'st not sleep while thou art by thy master's side! - My sheep, fear not to eat the tender grass at will! - Nor when it springeth up again, see that you fail! - Go to, and feed apace, and all your bellies fill! - That part your lambs may have; and part, my milking pail." - -Then DAPHNIS in his turn sweetly began to sing: - -DAPHNIS. - - "And me, not long ago, fair DAPHNE whistly eyed - As I drove by; and said, I was a paragon: - Nor then indeed to her I churlishly replied; - But, looking on the ground, my way still held I on. - Sweet is a cow-calf's voice, and sweet her breath doth smell; - A bull calf, and a cow, do low full pleasantly. - 'Tis sweet in summer by a spring abroad to dwell! - Acorns become the oak; apples, the apple-tree; - And calves, the kine; and kine, the Neatherd much set out." - - Thus sung these youths. The Goatherd thus did end the doubt: - -Goatherd. - - "O DAPHNIS, what a dulcet mouth and voice thou hast! - 'Tis sweeter thee to hear than honey-combs to taste! - Take thee these Pipes, for thou in singing dost excel! - If me, a Goatherd, thou wilt teach to sing so well; - This broken-hornèd goat, on thee bestow I will! - Which to the very brim, the pail doth ever fill." - - So then was DAPHNIS glad, and lept and clapt his hands; - And danced as doth a fawn, when by the dam he stands. - MENALCAS grieved, the thing his mind did much dismay: - And sad as Bride he was, upon the marriage day. - - Since then among the Shepherds, DAPHNIS chief was had! - And took a Nymph to wife when he was but a lad. - - DAPHNIS his Emblem. - - _Me tamen urit Amor._ - - MENALCAS his Emblem. - - _At hæc DAPHNE forsan probet._ - - Goatherd's Emblem. - - _Est minor nemo nisi comparatus_ - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE ELEVENTH IDILLION. - -Argument. - - THEOCRITUS wrote this Idillion to NICIAS a learned Physician: - wherein he sheweth--by the example of POLYPHEMUS a giant in Sicily, - of the race of the CYCLOPS, who loved the Water Nymph GALATEA--that - there is no medicine so sovereign against Love as is Poetry. Of - whose Love Song, as this Idillion, is termed CYCLOPS; so he was - called CYCLOPS, because he had but one eye, that stood like a - circle in the midst of his forehead. - - -_CYCLOPS_. - -[Illustration] - - O Nicias, there is no other remedy for Love, - With ointing, or with sprinkling on, that ever I could prove, - Beside the Muses nine! This pleasant medicine of the mind - Grows among men; and seems but light, yet very hard to find: - As well I wote you know; who are in physic such a Leech, - And of the Muses so beloved. The cause of this my speech - A CYCLOPS is, who lived here with us right wealthily; - That ancient POLYPHEM, when first he loved GALATE - (When, with a bristled beard, his chin and cheeks first clothed were): - He loved her not with roses, apples, or with curlèd hair; - But with the Furies' rage. All other things he little plied. - Full often to their fold, from pastures green, without a guide, - His sheep returnèd home: when all the while he singing lay - In honour of his Love, and on the shore consumed away - From morning until night; sick of the wound, fast by the heart, - Which mighty VENUS gave, and in his liver stuck the dart. - For which, this remedy he found, that sitting oftentimes - Upon a rock and looking on the sea, he sang these rhymes: - - "O GALATEA fair, why dost thou shun thy lover true? - More tender than a lamb, more white than cheese when it is new, - More wanton than a calf, more sharp than grapes unripe, I find. - You use to come when pleasant sleep, my senses all do bind: - But you are gone again when pleasant sleep doth leave mine eye; - And as a sheep you run, that on the plain a wolf doth spy. - - "I then began to love thee, GALATE, when first of all - You, with my mother, came to gather leaves of crowtoe [_hyacinth_] - small - Upon our hill; when I, as Usher, squired you all the way. - Nor when I saw thee first, nor afterwards, nor at this day, - Since then could I refrain: but you, by Jove! nought set thereby! - - "But well I know, fair Nymph, the very cause why thus you fly. - Because upon my front, one only brow, with bristles strong - From one ear to the other ear is stretchèd all along: - 'Neath which, one eye; and on my lips, a hugy nose, there stands. - Yet I, this such a one, a thousand sheep feed on these lands; - And pleasant milk I drink, which from the strouting bags is presst. - Nor want I cheese in summer, nor in autumn of the best, - Nor yet in winter time. My cheese racks ever laden are; - And better can I pipe than any CYCLOPS may compare. - O apple sweet! of thee, and of myself I use to sing, - And that at midnight oft. For thee! eleven fawns up I bring, - All great with young: and four bears' whelps, I nourish up for thee! - But come thou hither first, and thou shall have them all of me. - And let the bluish coloured sea beat on the shore so nigh, - The night with me in cave, thou shalt consume more pleasantly! - There are the shady bays, and there tall cypress trees do sprout: - And there is ivy black, and fertile vines are all about. - Cool water there I have, distilled of the whitest snow, - A drink divine, which out of woody Etna mount doth flow. - In these respects, who in the sea and waves would rather be? - - "But if I seem as yet too rough and savage unto thee, - Great store of oaken wood I have, and never-quenchèd fire; - And I can well endure my soul to burn with thy desire, - With this my only eye, than which I nothing think more trim: - Now woe is me, my mother bore me not with fins to swim! - That I might dive to thee; that I thy dainty hand might kiss, - If lips thou wouldst not let. Then would I lilies bring iwis, - And tender poppy-toe that bears a top like rattles red, - And these in summer time: but others are in winter bred, - So that I cannot bring them all at once. Now certainly - I'll learn to swim of some or other stranger passing by, - That I may know what pleasure 'tis in waters deep to dwell. - - "Come forth, fair GALATE! and once got out, forget thee well - (As I do, sitting on this rock) home to return again! } - But feed my sheep with me, and for to milk them take the pain! } - And cheese to press, and in the milk the rennet sharp to strain! } - My mother only wrongeth me; and her I blame, for she - Spake never yet to thee one good, or lovely, word of me: - And that, although she daily sees how I away do pine. - But I will say, 'My head and feet do ache,' that she may whine, - And sorrow at the heart: because my heart with grief is swoll'n. - - "O CYCLOPS, CYCLOPS! whither is thy wit and reason flown? - If thou would'st baskets make; and cut down brouzing from the tree, - And bring it to thy lambs, a great deal wiser thou should'st be! - Go, coy some present Nymph! Why dost thou follow flying wind? - Perhaps another GALATE, and fairer, thou shalt find! - For many Maidens in the evening tide with me will play, } - And all do sweetly laugh, when I stand heark'ning what they say: } - And I somebody seem, and in the earth do bear a sway." } - - Thus POLYPHEMUS singing, fed his raging love of old; - Wherein he sweeter did, than had he sent her sums of gold. - - POLYPHEM's Emblem. - - _Ubi Dictamum inventiam?_ - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE SIXTEENTH IDILLION. - - -Argument. - - The style of this Poem is more lofty than any of the rest, and - THEOCRITUS wrote it to HIERO, King of Syracuse in Sicily. Wherein - he reproveth the nigardise of Princes and Great Men towards the - Learned, and namely [_especially_] Poets: in whose power it is to - make men famous to all posterity. Towards the end, he praiseth - HIERO; and prayeth that Sicily may be delivered by his prowess from - the invasions of the Carthaginians. This Idillion is named HIERO in - respect of the person to whom it was written; or _Charites_, that - is, "Graces," in respect of the matter whereof it treateth. - - -_CHARITES, or HIERO_ - -[Illustration] - - Poets have still this care, and still the Muses have this care; - To magnify the gods with Songs, and men that worthy are. - The Muses they are goddesses, and gods with praise they crown; - But we are mortal men, and mortal men let us renown! - But who, of all the men under the cope of heaven that dwell, - By opening of his doors, our Graces entertains so well - That unrewarded quite he doth not send them back again? - They in a chafe, all barefoot, home to me return with pain: - And me they greatly blame, and that they went for nought they grudge; - And all too weary, in the bottom of an empty hutch, - Laying their heads upon their knees full cold, they still remain: - Where they do poorly dwell, because they home returned in vain. - - Of all that living are, who loves a man that speaketh well? - I know not one. For now a days for deeds that do excel - Men care not to be praised: but all are overcome with gain. } - For every man looks round, with hand in bosom, whence amain } - Coin he may get: whose rust rubbed off, he will not give again. } - But straightway thus he says, "The leg is further than the knee, - Let me have gold enough; the gods to Poets pay their fee!" - Who would another hear, "Enough for all, one HOMER is; - Of poets he is Prince: yet gets he nought of me iwis!" - - Madmen, what gain is this, to hoard up bags of gold within? - This is not money's use, nor hath to wise men ever been! - But part is due unto ourselves, part to the Poet's pen; - And many kinsfolk must be pleasured, and many men: - And often to the gods thou must do solemn sacrifice. - Nor must thou keep a sparing house: but when, in friendly wise, - Thou hast receivèd strangers at thy board; when they will thence, - Let them depart! But chiefly Poets must thou reverence! - That after thou art hidden in thy grave, thou mayest hear well! - Nor basely mayest thou mourn when thou in Acheron dost dwell! - Like to some ditcher vile, whose hands with work are hard and dry; - Who from his parents poor, bewails his life in beggary. - - In King ANTIOCHUS his Court, and King ALEVAS' too - To distribute the monthly bread a many had to do. - The Scopedans had many droves of calves, which in their stalls - 'Mong oxen lowed; and shepherds kept, in the Cranonian dales, - Infinite flocks to bear the hospital [_hospitable_] CREONDAN's - charge. } - No pleasure should these men enjoy of their expenses large, } - When once their souls they had embarked in the Infernal Barge; } - But leaving all this wealth behind, in wretched misery - Among the dead, without renown, for ever they should lie: - Had not SIMONIDES the Chian Poet, with his pen - And with his lute of many strings so famous made these men - To all posterity. The very horses were renowned; - Which, from their races swift returned, with olive garlands crowned. - Whoever should have known the Lycian Princes and their race, - Or them of Troy, of CIGNUS [_CYCNUS_] with his woman's coloured face: - Had not the Poets sung the famous Wars of them of old? - Nor yet ULYSSES (who, for ten years space on seas was rolled, - By sundry sorts of men; and who at last went down to Hell - As yet alive; and from the CYCLOPS' den escapèd well) - Had got such lasting fame: and drowned should lie in silence deep - Swineherd EUMÆUS, and PHILÆTUS who had to keep - A herd of neat; LAERTES eke himself had been unknown-- - If far and wide their names, great HOMER's verses had not blown. - - Immortal fame to mortal men, the Muses nine do give: - But dead men's wealth is spent and quite consumed of them that live. - But all one pain[s] it is, to number waves upon the banks, - Whereof great store, the wind from sea doth blow to land in ranks; - Or for to wash a brick with water clear till it be white: - As for to move a man whom avarice doth once delight. - Therefore "Adieu!" to such a one for me! and let him have - Huge silver heaps at will, and more and more still let him crave! - But I, Goodwill of Men, and Honour, will prefer before - A many mules of price, or many horses kept in store. - Therefore I ask, To whom shall I be welcome with my train - Of Muses nine? whose ways are hard, if JOVE guides not the rein. - - The heavens yet have not left to roll both months and years on reels; - And many horses yet shall turn about the Chariot's wheels: - The man shall rise that shall have need of me to set him out; - Doing such deeds of arms as AJAX, or ACHILLES stout, - Did in the field of Simois, where ILUS' bones do rest - And now the Carthaginians, inhabiting the West, - Who in the utmost end of Liby' dwell, in arms are prest: - And now the Syracuseans their spears do carry in the rest; - Whose left arms laden are with targets made of willow tree. - 'Mongst whom King HIERO, the ancient Worthies' match, I see - In armour shine; whose plume doth overshade his helmet bright. - - O JUPITER, and thou MINERVA fierce in fight, - And thou PROSERPINA (who, with thy mother, has renown - By Lysimelia streams, in Ephyra that wealthy town), - Out of our island drive our enemies, our bitter fate, - Along the Sardine sea! that death of friends they may relate - Unto their children and their wives! and that the town opprest - By enemies, of th' old inhabitants may be possesst! - That they may till the fields! and sheep upon the downs may bleat - By thousands infinite, and fat! and that the herds of neat - As to their stalls they go, may press the ling'ring traveller! - Let grounds be broken up for seed, what time the grasshopper - Watching the shepherds by their flocks, in boughs close singing lies! - And let the spiders spread their slender webs in armories; - So that of War, the very name may not be heard again! - - But let the Poets strive, King HIERO's glory for to strain - Beyond the Scythean sea; and far beyond those places where - SEMIRAMIS did build those stately walls, and rule did bear. - 'Mongst whom, I will be one: for many other men beside, - JOVE's daughters love; whose study still shall be, both far and wide, - Sicilian Arethusa, with the people, to advance; - And warlike HIERO. Ye Graces! (who keep resiance [_residence_] - In the Thessalian Mount Orchomenus; to Thebes of old - So hateful, though of you beloved) to stay I will be bold, - Where I am bid to come: and I with them will still remain, - That shall invite me to their house, with all my Muses' train. - Nor you, will I forsake! For what to men can lovely be - Without your company? The Graces always be with me! - - Emblem. - - _Si nihil attuleris, ibis HOMERE foras._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE EIGHTEENTH IDILLION. - - -Argument. - - Twelve noble Spartan Virgins are brought in singing, in the - evening, at the chamber door of MENELAUS and HELENA on their - Wedding Day. And first they prettily jest with the Bridegroom, then - they praise HELENA, last they wish them both joy of their marriage. - Therefore this Idillion is entitled _HELEN's Epithalamion_ that is - "HELEN's Wedding Song." - - -_HELEN's Epithalamion_. - -[Illustration] - - In Sparta, long ago, where MENELAUS wore the crown, - Twelve noble Virgins, daughters to the greatest in the town, - All dight upon their hair in crowtoe [_hyacinth_] garlands fresh - and green, - Danced at the chamber door of HELENA the Queen: - What time this MENELAUS, the younger son of ATREUS, - Did marry with this lovely daughter of Prince TYNDARUS; - And therewithal, at eve, a Wedding Song they jointly sang, - With such a shuffling of their feet that all the palace rang. - - "Fair Bridegroom, do you sleep? Hath slumber all your limbs - possesst? } - What, are you drowsy? or hath wine your body so oppresst } - That you are gone to bed? For if you needs would take your rest, } - You should have ta'en a season meet. Mean time, till it be day - Suffer the Bride with us, and with her mother dear, to play! - For, MENELAUS, She, at evening and at morning tide. - From day to day, and year to year, shall be thy loving Bride. - - "O happy Bridegroom, sure some honest man did sneeze to thee, - When thou to Sparta came, to meet with such a one as She! - Among the demi-gods thou only art accounted meet } - To be the Son-in-law to JOVE! for underneath one sheet } - His daughter lies with thee! Of all that tread on ground with feet } - There is not such a one in Greece! Now sure some goodly thing - She will thee bear; if it be like the mother that she bring. - - For we, her peers in age, whose course of life is e'en the same; - Who, at Eurotas' streams, like men, are oilèd to the game: - And four times sixty Maids, of all the women youth we are; - Of these none wants a fault, if her with HELEN we compare. - Like as the rising morn shews a grateful lightening, - When sacred night is past; and Winter now lets loose the Spring: - So glittering HELEN shined among her Maids, lusty and tall. - As is the furrow in a field that far outstretcheth all; - Or in a garden is a cypress tree; or in a trace, - A steed of Thessaly; so She to Sparta was a grace. - No damsel with such works as She, her baskets used to fill; - Nor in a divers coloured web, a woof of greater skill - Doth cut off from the loom; nor any hath such Songs and Lays - Unto her dainty harp, in DIAN's and MINERVA's praise, - As HELEN hath: in whose bright eyes all Loves and Graces be. - - "O fair, O lovely Maid! a Matron is now made of thee! - But we will, every Spring, unto the leaves in meadow go - To gather garlands sweet; and there, not with a little woe, - Will often think of thee, O HELEN! as the suckling lambs - Desire the strouting bags and presence of their tender dams. - We all betimes for thee, a wreath of melitoe will knit; - And on a shady plane for thee will safely fasten it. - And all betimes for thee, under a shady plane below, - Out of a silver box the sweetest ointment will bestow. - And letters shall be written in the bark that men may see, - And read, DO HUMBLE REVERENCE, FOR I AM HELEN'S TREE! - - "Sweet Bride, good night! and thou, O happy Bridegroom, now good - night! - LATONA send your happy issue! who is most of might - In helping youth; and blissful VENUS send you equal love - Betwixt you both! and JOVE give lasting riches from above, - Which from your noble selves, unto your noble imps may fall! - Sleep on, and breathe into your breasts desires mutual! - But in the morning, wake! Forget it not in any wise! - And we will then return; as soon as any one shall rise - And in the chamber stir, and first of all lift up the head! - HYMEN! O HYMEN! now be gladsome at this marriage bed!" - - Emblem. - - _Usque adeo latet utilitas._ - - - - -THE TWENTY-FIRST IDILLION. - - -Argument. - - A Neatherd is brought chafing that EUNICA, a Maid of the city, - disdained to kiss him. Whereby it is thought that THEOCRITUS - seemeth to check them that think this kind of writing in Poetry - to be too base and rustical. And therefore this Poem is termed - _Neatherd_. - - -_NEATHERD._ - -[Illustration] - - Eunica scorned me, when her I would have sweetly kist - And railing at me said, "Go with a mischief, where thou list! - Thinkest thou, a wretched Neatherd, me to kiss! I have no will - After the country guise to smouch! Of city lips I skill! - My lovely mouth, so much as in thy dream, thou shalt not touch! - How dost thou look! How dost thou talk! How play'st thou the slouch! - How daintily thou speak'st! What Courting words thou bringest out! - How soft a beard thou hast! How fair thy locks hang round about! - Thy lips are like a sick man's lips! thy hands, so black they be! - And rankly thou dost smell! Away, lest thou defilest me!" - Having thus said, she spattered on her bosom twice or thrice; - And, still beholding me from top to toe in scornful wise, - She muttered with her lips; and with her eyes she looked aside, - And of her beauty wondrous coy she was; her mouth she wryed, - And proudly mocked me to my face. My blood boiled in each vein, - And red I wox for grief as doth the rose with dewy rain. - Thus leaving me, away she flang! Since when, it vexeth me - That I should be so scorned of such a filthy drab as She. - "Ye shepherds, tell me true, am not I as fair as any swan? - Hath of a sudden any god made me another man? - For well I wot, before a comely grace in me did shine, - Like ivy round about a tree, and decked this beard of mine. - My crispèd locks, like parsley, on my temples wont to spread; - And on my eyebrows black a milk white forehead glisterèd: - More seemly were mine eyes than are MINERVA's eyes, I know. - My mouth for sweetness passèd cheese; and from my mouth did flow - A voice more sweet than honeycombs. Sweet is my Roundelay - When on the whistle, flute, or pipe, or cornet I do play. - And all the women on our hills do say that I am fair, - And all do love me well: but these that breathe the city air - Did never love me yet. And why? The cause is this I know. - That I a Neatherd am. They hear not how in vales below, - Fair BACCHUS kept a herd of beasts. Nor can these nice ones tell - How VENUS, raving for a Neatherd's love, with him did dwell - Upon the hills of Phrygia; and how she loved again - ADONIS in the woods, and mourned in woods when he was slain. - Who was ENDYMION? Was he not a Neatherd? Yet the Moon - Did love this Neatherd so, that, from the heavens descending soon, - She came to Latmos grove where with the dainty lad she lay. - And RHEA, thou a Neatherd dost bewail! and thou, all day, - O mighty JUPITER! but for a shepherd's boy didst stray! - EUNICA only, deigned not a Neatherd for to love: - Better, forsooth, than CYBEL, VENUS, or the Moon above! - And VENUS, thou hereafter must not love thy fair ADONE - In city, nor on hill! but all the night must sleep alone!" - - Emblem. - - _Habitarunt Dii quoque sylvas._ - - - - -THE THIRTY-FIRST IDILLION. - - -Argument - - The conceit of this Idillion is very delicate. Wherein it is - imagined how VENUS did send for the Boar who in hunting slew - ADONIS, a dainty youth whom she loved: and how the Boar answering - for himself that he slew him against his will, as being enamoured - on him, and thinking only to kiss his naked thigh; she forgave him. - The Poet's drift is to shew the power of Love, not only in men, - but also in brute beasts: although in the last two verses, by the - burning of the Boar's amorous teeth, he intimateth that extravagant - and unorderly passions are to be restrained by reason. - - -_ADONIS._ - -[Illustration] - - When VENUS first did see - ADONIS dead to be; - With woeful tattered hair - And cheeks so wan and sear, - The wingèd Loves she bade, - The Boar should straight be had. - Forthwith like birds they fly, - And through the wood they hie; - The woeful beast they find, - And him with cords they bind. - One with a rope before - Doth lead the captive Boar: - Another on his back - Doth make his bow to crack. - The beast went wretchedly, - For VENUS horribly - He feared; who thus him curst: - "Of all the beasts the worst, - Didst thou this thigh so wound? - Didst thou my Love confound?" - The beast thus spake in fear - "VENUS, to thee I swear! - By thee, and husband thine, - And by these bands of mine, - And by these hunters all, - Thy husband fair and tall, - I mindèd not to kill! - But, as an image still, - I him beheld for love: - Which made me forward shove - His thigh, that naked was; - Thinking to kiss, alas, - And that hath hurt me thus. - "Wherefore these teeth, VENUS! - Or punish, or cut out: - Why bear I in my snout - These needless teeth about! - If these may not suffice; - Cut off my chaps likewise!" - To ruth he VENUS moves, - And she commands the Loves, - His bands for to untie. - After he came not nigh - The wood; but at her will - He followed VENUS still. - And coming to the fire, - He burnt up his desire. - - Emblem. - - _Raris forma viris, secula prospice - Impunita fuit._ - - -FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - - The Affectionate - Shepheard. - - Containing the Complaint of _Daphnis_ for - the loue of _Ganymede_. - - _Amor plus mellis, quam fellis, est._ - - [Illustration] - - LONDON, - - Printed by Iohn Danter for T.G. and E.N. - - and are to bee sold in Saint Dunstones - Church-yeard in Fleetstreet, - 1594. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To the Right Excellent - -and most beautifull Lady, the Ladie - -PENELOPE RITCH. - - -[Illustration] - - _Fayre louely Ladie, vvhose Angelique eyes - Are Vestall Candles of sweet Beauties Treasure, - Whose speech is able to inchaunt the wise, - Conuerting Ioy to Paine, and Paine to Pleasure; - Accept this simple Toy of my Soules Dutie, - Which I present vnto thy matchles Beautie._ - - _And albeit the gift be all too meane, - Too meane an Offring for thine Iuorie Shrine; - Yet must thy Beautie my iust blame susteane, - Since it is mortall, but thy selfe diuine. - Then (Noble Ladie) take in gentle vvorth, - This new-borne Babe which here my Muse brings forth._ - - Your Honours most affectionate - and perpetually deuoted Shepheard: - _DAPHNIS_. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -The Teares of an - -affectionate Shepheard sicke - -for Loue. - -_OR_ - -The Complaint of _Daphnis_ for the Loue - -of _Ganimede_. - - -[Illustration] - - Scarce had the morning Starre hid from the light - Heauens crimson Canopie with stars bespangled, - But I began to rue th'vnhappy sight - Of that faire Boy that had my hart intangled; - Cursing the Time, the Place, the sense, the sin; - I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in. - - If it be sinne to loue a sweet-fac'd Boy, - (Whose amber locks trust vp in golden tramels - Dangle adowne his louely cheekes with ioy, - When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels) - If it be sinne to loue a louely Lad; - Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad. - - His Iuory-white and Alabaster skin - Is staind throughout with rare Vermillion red, - Whose twinckling starrie lights do neuer blin - To shine on louely _Venus_ (Beauties bed:) - But as the Lillie and the blushing Rose, - So white and red on him in order growes. - - Vpon a time the Nymphs bestird them-selues - To trie who could his beautie soonest win: - But he accounted them but all as Elues, - Except it were the faire Queene _Guendolen_, - Her he embrac'd, of her was beloued, - With plaints he proued, and with teares he moued. - - But her an Old-Man had beene sutor too, - That in his age began to doate againe; - Her would he often pray, and often woo, - When through old-age enfeebled was his Braine: - But she before had lou'd a lustie youth - That now was dead, the cause of all her ruth. - - And thus it hapned, Death and _Cupid_ met - Vpon a time at swilling _Bacchus_ house, - Where daintie cates vpon the Board were set, - And Goblets full of wine to drinke carouse: - Where Loue and Death did loue the licor so, - That out they fall and to the fray they goe. - - And hauing both their Quiuers at their backe - Fild full of Arrows; Th'one of fatall steele, - The other all of gold; Deaths shaft was black, - But Loues was yellow: Fortune turnd her wheele; - And from Deaths Quiuer fell a fatall shaft, - That vnder _Cupid_ by the winde was waft. - - And at the same time by ill hap there fell - Another Arrow out of _Cupids_ Quiuer; - The which was carried by the winde at will, - And vnder Death the amorous shaft did shiuer: - They being parted, Loue tooke vp Deaths dart, - And Death tooke vp Loues Arrow (for his part.) - - Thus as they wandred both about the world, - At last Death met with one of feeble age: - Wherewith he drew a shaft and at him hurld - The vnknowne Arrow; (with a furious rage) - Thinking to strike him dead with Deaths blacke dart, - But he (alas) with Loue did wound his hart. - - This was the doting foole, this was the man - That lou'd faire _Guendolena_ Queene of Beautie; - Shee cannot shake him off, doo what she can, - For he hath vowd to her his soules last duety: - Making him trim vpon the holy-daies; - And crownes his Loue with Garlands made of Baies. - - Now doth he stroke his Beard; and now (againe) - He wipes the driuel from his filthy chin; - Now offers he a kisse; but high Disdaine - Will not permit her hart to pity him: - Her hart more hard than Adamant or steele, - Her hart more changeable than Fortunes wheele. - - But leaue we him in loue (vp to the eares) - And tell how Loue behau'd himselfe abroad; - Who seeing one that mourned still in teares - (a young-man groaning vnder Loues great Load) - Thinking to ease his Burden, rid his paines: - For men haue griefe as long as life remaines. - - Alas (the while) that vnawares he drue - The fatall shaft that Death had dropt before; - By which deceit great harme did then issue, - Stayning his face with blood and filthy goare. - His face, that was to _Guendolen_ more deere - Than loue of Lords, of any lordly Peere. - - This was that faire and beautifull young-man, - Whom _Guendolena_ so lamented for; - This is that Loue whom she doth curse and ban, - Because she doth that dismall chaunce abhor: - And if it were not for his Mothers sake, - Euen _Ganimede_ himselfe she would forsake. - - Oh would shee would forsake my _Ganimede_, - Whose sugred loue is full of sweete delight, - Vpon whose fore-head you may plainely reade - Loues Pleasure, grau'd in yuorie Tables bright: - In whose faire eye-balls you may clearely see - Base Loue still staind with foule indignitie. - - Oh would to God he would but pitty mee, - That loue him more than any mortall wight; - Then he and I with loue would soone agree, - That now cannot abide his Sutors sight. - O would to God (so I might haue my fee) - My lips were honey, and thy mouth a Bee. - - Then shouldst thou sucke my sweete and my faire flower - That now is ripe, and full of honey-berries: - Then would I leade thee to my pleasant Bower - Fild full of Grapes, of Mulberries, and Cherries; - Then shouldst thou be my Waspe or else my Bee, - I would thy hiue, and thou my honey bee. - - I would put amber Bracelets on thy wrests, - Crownets of Pearle about thy naked Armes: - And when thou sitst at swilling _Bacchus_ feasts - My lips with charmes should saue thee from all harmes: - And when in sleepe thou tookst thy chiefest Pleasure, - Mine eyes should gaze vpon thine eye-lids Treasure. - - And euery Morne by dawning of the day, - When _Phœbus_ riseth with a blushing face, - _Siluanus_ Chappel-Clarkes shall chaunt a Lay, - And play thee hunts-vp in thy resting place: - My Coote thy Chamber, my bosome thy Bed; - Shall be appointed for thy sleepy head. - - And when it pleaseth thee to walke abroad, - (Abroad into the fields to take fresh ayre:) - The Meades with _Floras_ treasure should be strowde, - (The mantled meaddowes, and the fields so fayre.) - And by a siluer Well (with golden sands) - Ile sit me downe, and wash thine yuory hands. - - And in the sweltring heate of summer time, - I would make Cabinets for thee (my Loue:) - Sweet-smelling Arbours made of Eglantine - Should be thy shrine, and I would be thy Doue. - Coole Cabinets of fresh greene Laurell boughs - Should shadow vs, ore-set with thicke-set Eughes. - - Or if thou list to bathe thy naked limbs, - Within the Christall of a Pearle-bright brooke, - Paued with dainty pibbles to the brims; - Or cleare, wherein thyselfe thy selfe mayst looke; - Weele goe to _Ladon_, whose still trickling noyse, - Will lull thee fast asleepe amids thy ioyes. - - Or if thoult goe vnto the Riuer side, - To angle for the sweet fresh-water fish: - Arm'd with thy implements that will abide - (Thy rod, hooke, line) to take a dainty dish; - Thy rods shall be of cane, thy lines of silke, - Thy hooks of siluer, and thy bayts of milke. - - Or if thou lou'st to heare sweet Melodie, - Or pipe a Round vpon an Oaten Reede, - Or make thy selfe glad with some myrthfull glee, - Or play them Musicke whilst thy flocke doth feede; - To _Pans_ owne Pipe Ile helpe my louely Lad, - (_Pans_ golden Pype) which he of _Syrinx_ had. - - Or if thou dar'st to climbe the highest Trees - For Apples, Cherries, Medlars, Peares, or Plumbs, - Nuts, Walnuts, Filbeards, Chest-nuts, Ceruices, - The hoary Peach, when snowy winter comes; - I have fine Orchards full of mellowed frute; - Which I will giue thee to obtain my sute. - - Not proud _Alcynous_ himselfe can vaunt, - Of goodlier Orchards or of brauer Trees - Than I haue planted; yet thou wilt not graunt - My simple sute; but like the honey Bees - Thou suckst the flowre till all the sweet be gone; - And lou'st mee for my Coyne till I haue none. - - Leave _Guendolen_ (sweet hart) though she be faire - Yet is she light; not light in vertue shining: - But light in her behauiour, to impaire - Her honour in her Chastities declining; - Trust not her teares, for they can watonnize, - When teares in pearle are trickling from her eyes. - - If thou wilt come and dwell with me at home; - My sheep-cote shall be strowd with new greene rushes: - Weele haunt the trembling Prickets as they rome - About the fields, along the hauthorne bushes; - I haue a pie-bald Curre to hunt the Hare: - So we will liue with daintie forrest fare. - - Nay more than this, I haue a Garden-plot, - Wherein there wants nor hearbs, nor roots, nor flowers; - (Flowers to smell, roots to eate, hearbs for the pot,) - And dainty Shelters when the Welkin lowers: - Sweet-smelling Beds of Lillies and of Roses, - Which Rosemary banks and Lauender incloses. - - There growes the Gilliflowre, the Mynt, the Dayzie - (Both red and white,) the blew-veynd-Violet: - The purple Hyacinth, the Spyke to please thee, - The scarlet dyde Carnation bleeding yet; - The Sage, the Sauery, and sweet Margerum, - Isop, Tyme, and Eye-bright, good for the blinde and dumbe. - - The Pinke, the Primrose, Cowslip, and Daffadilly, - The Hare-bell blue, the crimson Cullumbine, - Sage, Lettis, Parsley, and the milke-white Lilly, - The Rose, and speckled flowre cald Sops in wine, - Fine pretie King-cups, and the yellow Bootes, - That growes by Riuers, and by shallow Brookes. - - And manie thousand moe (I cannot name) - Of hearbs and flowers that in gardens grow, - I haue for thee; and Coneyes that be tame, - Yong Rabbets, white as Swan, and blacke as Crow, - Some speckled here and there with daintie spots: - And more I haue two mylch and milke-white Goates. - - All these, and more, Ile giue thee for thy loue; - If these, and more, may tyce thy loue away: - I haue a Pidgeon-house, in it a Doue, - Which I loue more than mortall tongue can say: - And last of all, Ile giue thee a little Lambe - To play withall, new weaned from her Dam. - - But if thou wilt not pittie my Complaint, - My Teares, nor Vowes, nor Oathes, made to thy Beautie: - What shall I doo? But languish, die, or faint, - Since thou dost scorne my Teares, and my Soules Duetie: - And Teares contemned, Vowes and Oaths must faile; - For where Teares cannot, nothing can preuaile. - - Compare the loue of faire Queene _Guendolin_ - With mine, and thou shalt [s]ee how she doth loue thee: - I loue thee for thy qualities diuine, - But She doth loue another Swaine aboue thee: - I loue thee for thy gifts, She for hir pleasure; - I for thy Vertue, She for Beauties treasure. - - And alwaies (I am sure) it cannot last, - But sometime Nature will denie those dimples: - In steed of Beautie (when thy Blossom's past) - Thy face will be deformed, full of wrinckles: - Then She that lou'd thee for thy Beauties sake, - When Age drawes on, thy loue will soone forsake. - - But I that lou'd thee for thy gifts diuine, - In the December of thy Beauties waning, - Will still admire (with ioy) those louely eine, - That now behold me with their beauties baning: - Though Ianuarie will neuer come againe, - Yet Aprill yeres will come in showers of raine. - - When will my May come, that I may embrace thee? - When will the hower be of my soules ioying? - Why dost thou seeke in mirthe still to disgrace mee? - Whose mirth's my health, whose griefe's my harts annoying. - Thy bane my bale, thy blisse my blessednes, - Thy ill my hell, thy weale my welfare is. - - Thus doo I honour thee that loue thee so, - And loue thee so, that so doo honour thee, - Much more than anie mortall man doth know, - Or can discerne by Loue or Iealozie: - But if that thou disdainst my louing euer; - Oh happie I, if I had loued neuer. _Finis._ - - _Plus fellis quam mellis Amor._ - - - - -The second Dayes Lamentation of - -the _Affectionate Shepheard_. - - -[Illustration] - - Next Morning when the golden Sunne was risen, - And new had bid good morrow to the Mountaines; - When Night her siluer light had lockt in prison, - Which gaue a glimmering on the christall Fountaines: - Then ended sleepe: and then my cares began, - Eu'n with the vprising of the siluer Swan. - - O glorious Sunne quoth I, (viewing the Sunne) - That lightenst euerie thing but me alone: - Why is my Summer season almost done? - My Spring-time past, and Ages Autumne gone? - My Haruest's come, and yet I reapt no corne: - My loue is great, and yet I am forlorne. - - Witnes these watrie eyes my sad lament - (Receauing cisternes of my ceaseles teares), - Witnes my bleeding hart my soules intent, - Witnes the weight distressed _Daphnis_ beares: - Sweet Loue, come ease me of thy burthens paine; - Or els I die, or else my hart is slaine. - - And thou loue-scorning Boy, cruell, vnkinde; - Oh let me once againe intreat some pittie: - May be thou wilt relent thy marble minde, - And lend thine eares vnto my dolefull Dittie: - Oh pittie him, that pittie craues so sweetly; - Or else thou shalt be neuer named meekly. - - If thou wilt loue me, thou shalt be my Boy, - My sweet Delight, the Comfort of my minde, - My Loue, my Doue, my Sollace, and my Ioy: - But if I can no grace nor mercie finde, - Ile goe to _Caucasus_ to ease my smart, - And let a Vulture gnaw vpon my hart. - - Yet if thou wilt but show me one kinde looke - (A small reward for my so great affection) - Ile graue thy name in Beauties golden Booke, - And shrowd thee vnder _Hellicons_ protection; - Making the Muses chaunt thy louely prayse: - (For they delight in Shepheards lowly layes.) - - And when th'art wearie of thy keeping Sheepe - Vpon a louely Downe, (to please thy minde) - Ile giue thee fine ruffe-footed Doues to keepe, - And pretie Pidgeons of another kinde: - A Robbin-red-brest shall thy Minstrell bee, - Chirping thee sweet, and pleasant Melodie. - - Or if thou wilt goe shoote at little Birds - With bow and boult (the Thrustle-cocke and Sparrow) - Such as our Countrey hedges can afford's; - I haue a fine bowe, and an yuorie arrow: - And if thou misse, yet meate thou shalt [not] lacke, - Ile hang a bag and bottle at thy backe. - - Wilt thou set springes in a frostie Night, - To catch the long-billd Woodcocke and the Snype? - (By the bright glimmering of the Starrie light) - The Partridge, Phæsant, or the greedie Grype? - Ile lend thee lyme-twigs, and fine sparrow calls, - Wherewith the Fowler silly Birds inthralls. - - Or in a mystie morning if thou wilt - Make pit-falls for the Larke and Pheldifare; - Thy prop and sweake shall be both ouer-guilt; - With _Cyparissus_ selfe thou shalt compare - For gins and wyles, the Oozels to beguile; - Whilst thou vnder a bush shalt sit and smile. - - Or with Hare-pypes (set in a muset hole) - Wilt thou deceaue the deep-earth-deluing Coney? - Or wilt thou in a yellow Boxen bole, - Taste with a woodden splent the sweet lythe honey? - Clusters of crimson Grapes Ile pull thee downe; - And with Vine-leaues make thee a louely Crowne. - - Or wilt thou drinke a cup of new-made Wine - Froathing at top, mixt with a dish of Creame; - And Straw-berries, or Bil-berries in their prime, - Bath'd in a melting Sugar-Candie streame: - Bunnell and Perry I haue for thee (alone) - When Vynes are dead, and all the Grapes are gone. - - I have a pleasant noted Nightingale, - (That sings as sweetly as the siluer Swan) - Kept in a Cage of bone; as white as Whale, - Which I with singing of _Philemon_ wan: - Her shalt thou haue, and all I haue beside; - If thou wilt be my Boy, or else my Bride. - - Then will I lay out all my Lardarie - (Of Cheese, of Cracknells, Curds and Clowted-creame) - Before thy male-content ill-pleasing eye: - But why doo I of such great follies dreame? - Alas, he will not see my simple Coate; - For all my speckled Lambe, nor milk-white Goate. - - Against my Birth-day thou shalt be my guest: - Weele haue Greene-cheeses and fine Silly-bubs; - And thou shalt be the chiefe of all my feast. - And I will giue thee two fine pretie Cubs, - With two young Whelps, to make thee sport withall, - A golden Racket, and a Tennis-ball. - - A guilded Nutmeg, and a race of Ginger, - A silken Girdle, and a drawn-worke Band, - Cuffs for thy wrists, a gold Ring for thy finger, - And sweet Rose-water for thy Lilly-white hand, - A Purse of silke, bespangd with spots of gold, - As braue a one as ere thou didst behold. - - A paire of Kniues, a greene Hat and a Feather, - New Gloues to put vpon thy milk-white hand - Ile giue thee, for to keep thee from the weather; - With Phœnix feathers shall thy Face be fand, - Cooling those Cheekes, that being cool'd wexe red, - Like Lillyes in a bed of Roses shed. - - Why doo thy Corall lips disdaine to kisse, - And sucke that Sweete, which manie haue desired? - That Baulme my Bane, that meanes would mend my misse: - Oh let me then with thy sweete Lips b'inspired; - When thy Lips touch my Lips, my Lips will turne - To Corall too, and being cold yce will burne. - - Why should thy sweete Loue-locke hang dangling downe, - Kissing thy girdle-steed with falling pride? - Although thy Skin be white, thy haire is browne: - Oh let not then thy haire thy beautie hide; - Cut off thy Locke, and sell it for gold wier: - (The purest gold is tryde in hottest fier). - - Faire-long-haire-wearing _Absolon_ was kild, - Because he wore it in a brauerie: - So that whiche gracde his Beautie, Beautie spild, - Making him subiect to vile slauerie, - In being hangd: a death for him too good, - That sought his owne shame, and his Fathers blood. - - Againe, we read of old King _Priamus_, - (The haplesse syre of valiant _Hector_ slaine) - That his haire was so long and odious - In youth, that in his age it bred his paine: - For if his haire had not been halfe so long, - His life had been, and he had had no wrong. - - For when his stately Citie was destroyd - (That Monument of great Antiquitie) - When his poore hart (with griefe and sorrow cloyd) - Fled to his Wife (last hope in miserie;) - _Pyrrhus_ (more hard than Adamantine rockes) - Held him and halde him by his aged lockes. - - These two examples by the way I show, - To proue th'indecencie of mens long haire: - Though I could tell thee of a thousand moe, - Let these suffice for thee (my louely Faire) - Whose eye's my starre; whose smiling is my Sunne; - Whose loue did ende before my ioys begunne. - - Fond Loue is blinde, and so art thou (my Deare) - For thou seest not my Loue, and great desart; - Blinde Loue is fond, and so thou dost appeare; - For fond, and blinde, thou greeust my greeuing hart; - Be thou fond-blinde, blinde-fond, or one, or all; - Thou art my Loue, and I must be thy thrall. - - Oh lend thine yuorie fore-head for Loues Booke, - Thine eyes for candles to behold the same; - That when dim-sighted ones therein shall looke - They may discerne that proud disdainefull Dame; - Yet claspe that Booke, and shut that Cazement light; - Lest th'one obscurde, the other shine too bright. - - Sell thy sweet breath to th'daintie Musk-ball-makers; - Yet sell it so as thou mayst soone redeeme it: - Let others of thy beauty be pertakers; - Els none but _Daphnis_ will so well esteeme it: - For what is Beauty except it be well knowne? - And how can it be knowne, except first showne? - - Learne of the Gentlewomen of this Age, - That set their Beauties to the open view, - Making Disdaine their Lord, true Loue their Page; - A Custome Zeale doth hate, Desert doth rue: - Learne to looke red, anon waxe pale and wan, - Making a mocke of Loue, a scorne of man. - - A candle light, and couer'd with a vaile, - Doth no man good, because it giues no light; - So Beauty of her beauty seemes to faile, - When being not seene it cannot shine so bright. - Then show thy selfe and know thy selfe withall, - Lest climing high thou catch too great a fall. - - Oh foule Eclipser of that fayre sun-shine, - Which is intitled Beauty in the best; - Making that mortall, which is els diuine, - That staines the fayre which Womens steeme not least: - Get thee to Hell againe (from whence thou art) - And leaue the Center of a Woman's hart. - - Ah be not staind, (sweet Boy) with this vilde spot, - Indulgence Daughter, Mother of mischaunce; - A blemish that doth euery beauty blot; - That makes them loath'd, but neuer doth aduaunce - Her Clyents, fautors, friends; or them that loue her; - And hates them most of all, that most reproue her. - - Remember Age, and thou canst not be prowd, - For age puls downe the pride of euery man; - In youthfull yeares by Nature tis allowde - To haue selfe-will, doo Nurture what she can; - Nature and Nurture once together met, - The Soule and shape in decent order set. - - Pride looks aloft, still staring on the starres, - Humility looks lowly on the ground; - Th'one menaceth the Gods with ciuill warres, - The other toyles til he haue Vertue found: - His thoughts are humble, not aspiring hye; - But Pride looks haughtily with scornefull eye. - - Humillity is clad in modest weedes, - But Pride is braue and glorious to the show; - Humillity his friends with kindnes feedes, - But Pride his friends (in neede) will neuer know: - Supplying not their wants, but them disdaining; - Whilst they to pitty neuer neede complayning. - - Humillity in misery is relieu'd, - But Pride in neede of no man is regarded; - Pitty and Mercy weepe to see him grieu'd - That in distresse had them so well rewarded: - But Pride is scornd, contemnd, disdaind, derided, - Whilst Humblenes of all things is prouided. - - Oh then be humble, gentle, meeke, and milde; - So shalt thou be of euery mouth commended; - Be not disdainfull, cruell, proud, (sweet childe) - So shalt thou be of no man much condemned; - Care not for them that Vertue doo despise; - Vertue is loathde of fooles; loude of the wise. - - O faire Boy trust not to thy Beauties wings, - They cannot carry thee aboue the Sunne: - Beauty and wealth are transitory things, - (For all must ende that euer was begunne) - But Fame and Vertue neuer shall decay; - For Fame is toombles, Vertue liues for aye. - - The snow is white, and yet the pepper's blacke, - The one is bought, the other is contemned: - Pibbles we haue, but store of Ieat we lacke; - So white comparde to blacke is much condemned: - We doo not praise the Swanne because shees white, - But for she doth in Musique much delite. - - And yet the siluer-noted Nightingale, - Though she be not so white is more esteemed; - Sturgion is dun of hew, white is the Whale, - Yet for the daintier Dish the first is deemed; - What thing is whiter than the milke-bred Lilly? - Thou knowes it not for naught, what man so silly? - - Yea what more noysomer vnto the smell - Than Lillies are? what's sweeter than the Sage? - Yet for pure white the Lilly beares the Bell - Till it be faded through decaying Age; - House-Doues are white, and Oozels Blacke-birds bee; - Yet what a difference in the taste, we see. - - Compare the Cow and Calfe, with Ewe and Lambe; - Rough hayrie Hydes, with softest downy Fell; - Hecfar and Bull, with Weather and with Ramme, - And you shall see how far they doo excell; - White Kine with blacke, blacke Coney-skins with gray, - Kine, nesh and strong; skin, deare and cheape alway. - - The whitest siluer is not alwaies best, - Lead, Tynne, and Pewter are of base esteeme; - The yellow burnisht gold, that comes from th'East, - And West (of late inuented), may beseeme - The worlds ritch Treasury, or _Mydas_ eye; - (The Ritch mans God, poore mans felicitie.) - - Bugle and Ieat, with snow and Alablaster - I will compare: White Dammasin with blacke; - Bullas and wheaton Plumbs, (to a good Taster,) - The ripe red Cherries haue the sweetest smacke; - When they be greene and young, th'are sowre and naught; - But being ripe, with eagerness th'are baught. - - Compare the Wyld-cat to the brownish Beauer, - Running for life, with hounds pursued sore; - When Hunts-men of her pretious Stones bereaue her - (Which with her teeth sh'had bitten off before): - Restoratiues, and costly curious Felts - Are made of them, and rich imbroydred Belts. - - To what vse serues a peece of crimbling Chalke? - The Agget stone is white, yet good for nothing: - Fie, fie, I am asham'd to heare thee talke; - Be not so much of thine owne Image doating: - So faire _Narcissus_ lost his loue and life. - (Beautie is often with itselfe at strife). - - Right Diamonds are of a russet hieu, - The brightsome Carbuncles are red to see too, - The Saphyre stone is of a watchet blue, - (To this thou canst not chuse but soone agree too): - Pearles are not white but gray, Rubies are red: - In praise of Blacke, what can be better sed? - - For if we doo consider of each mortall thing - That flyes in welkin, or in waters swims, - How euerie thing increaseth with the Spring, - And how the blacker still the brighter dims: - We cannot chuse, but needs we must confesse, - Sable excels milk-white in more or lesse. - - As for example, in the christall cleare - Of a sweete streame, or pleasant running Riuer, - Where thousand formes of fishes will appeare, - (Whose names to thee I cannot now deliuer:) - The blacker still the brighter haue disgrac'd, - For pleasant profit, and delicious taste. - - Salmon and Trout are of a ruddie colour, - Whiting and Dare is of a milk-white hiew: - Nature by them (perhaps) is made the fuller, - Little they nourish, be they old or new: - Carp, Loach, Tench, Eeles (though black and bred in mud) - Delight the tooth with taste, and breed good blud. - - Innumerable be the kindes, if I could name them; - But I a Shepheard, and no Fisher am: - Little it skills whether I praise or blame them, - I onely meddle with my Ew and Lamb: - Yet this I say, that blacke the better is, - In birds, beasts, frute, stones, flowres, herbs, mettals, fish. - - And last of all, in blacke there doth appeare - Such qualities, as not in yuorie; - Black cannot blush for shame, looke pale for fear, - Scorning to weare another liuorie. - Blacke is the badge of sober Modestie, - The wonted weare of ancient Grauetie. - - The learned Sisters sute themselues in blacke, - Learning abandons white, and lighter hues: - Pleasure and Pride light colours neuer lacke; - But true Religion doth such Toyes refuse: - Vertue and Grauity are sisters growne, - Since blacke by both, and both by blacke are knowne. - - White is the colour of each paltry Miller, - White is the Ensigne of each comman Woman; - White, is white Vertues for blacke Vyces Piller; - White makes proud fooles inferiour vnto no man: - White, is the white of Body, blacke of Minde, - (Vertue we seldome in white Habit finde.) - - Oh then be not so proud because th'art fayre, - Vertue is onely the ritch gift of God: - Let not selfe-pride thy vertues name impayre, - Beate not greene youth with sharpe Repentance Rod: - (A Fiend, a Monster, and mishapen Diuel; - Vertues foe, Vyces friend, the roote of euill.) - - Apply thy minde to be a vertuous man, - Auoyd ill company (the spoyle of youth;) - To follow Vertues Lore doo what thou can - (Whereby great profit vnto thee ensu[e]th:) - Reade Bookes, hate Ignorance, (the foe to Art, - The Damme of Errour, Enuy of the hart). - - Serue _Ioue_ (vpon thy knees) both day and night, - Adore his Name aboue all things on Earth: - So shall thy vowes be gracious in his sight, - So little Babes are blessed in their Birth: - Thinke on no worldly woe, lament thy sin; - (For lesser cease, when greater griefes begin). - - Sweare no vaine oathes; heare much, but little say; - Speake ill of no man, tend thine owne affaires, - Bridle thy wrath, thine angrie mood delay; - (So shall thy minde be seldome cloyd with cares:) - Be milde and gentle in thy speech to all, - Refuse no honest gaine when it doth fall. - - Be not beguild with words, proue not vngratefull, - Releeue thy Neighbour in his greatest need, - Commit no action that to all is hatefull, - Their want with welth, the poore with plentie feed: - Twit no man in the teeth with what th'hast done; - Remember flesh is fraile, and hatred shunne. - - Leaue wicked things, which Men to mischiefe moue, - (Least crosse mis-hap may thee in danger bring,) - Craue no preferment of thy heauenly _Ioue_, - Nor anie honor of thy earthly King: - Boast not thy selfe before th'Almighties sight, - (Who knowes thy hart, and anie wicked wight). - - Be not offensiue to the peoples eye, - See that thy praiers harts true zeale affords, - Scorne not a man that's falne in miserie, - Esteeme no tatling tales, nor babling words; - That reason is exiled alwaies thinke, - When as a drunkard rayles amidst his drinke. - - Vse not thy louely lips to loathsome lyes, - By craftie meanes increase no worldly wealth; - Striue not with mightie Men (whose fortune flies) - With temp'rate diet nourish wholesome health: - Place well thy words, leaue not thy frend for gold; - First trie, then trust; in ventring be not bold. - - In _Pan_ repose thy trust; extoll his praise - (That neuer shall decay, but euer liues): - Honor thy Parents (to prolong thy dayes), - Let not thy left hand know what right hand giues: - From needie men turn not thy face away, - (Though Charitie be now yclad in clay). - - Heare Shepheards oft (thereby great wisdome growes), - With good aduice a sober answere make: - Be not remoou'd with euery winde that blowes, - (That course doo onely sinfull sinners take). - Thy talke will shew thy fame or els thy shame; - (As pratling tongue doth often purchase blame). - - Obtaine a faithfull frend that will not faile thee, - Thinke on thy Mothers paine in her child-bearing, - Make no debate, least quickly thou bewaile thee, - Visit the sicke with comfortable chearing: - Pittie the prisner, helpe the fatherlesse, - Reuenge the Widdowes wrongs in her distresse. - - Thinke on thy graue, remember still thy end, - Let not thy winding-sheete be staind with guilt, - Trust not a fained reconciled frend, - More than an open foe (that blood hath spilt) - (Who tutcheth pitch, with pitch shalbe defiled), - Be not with wanton companie beguiled. - - Take not a flattring woman to thy wife, - A shameles creature, full of wanton words, - (Whose bad, thy good; whose lust will end thy life, - Cutting thy hart with sharpe two edged swords:) - Cast not thy minde on her whose lookes allure, - But she that shines in Truth and Vertue pure. - - Praise not thy selfe, let other men commend thee; - Beare not a flattring tongue to glauer anie, - Let Parents due correction not offend thee: - Rob not thy neighbor, seeke the loue of manie; - Hate not to heare good Counsell giuen thee, - Lay not thy money vnto Vsurie. - - Restraine thy steps from too much libertie, - Fulfill not th'enuious mans malitious minde; - Embrace thy Wife, live not in lecherie; - Content thyselfe with what Fates haue assignde: - Be rul'd by Reason, Warning dangers saue; - True Age is reuerend worship to thy graue. - - Be patient in extreame Aduersitie, - (Man's chiefest credit growes by dooing well,) - Be no high-minded in Prosperity; - Falshood abhorre, nor lying fable tell. - Giue not thy selfe to Sloth, (the sinke of Shame, - The moath of Time, the enemie to Fame.) - - This leare I learned of a Bel-dame Trot, - (When I was yong and wylde as now thou art): - But her good counsell I regarded not; - I markt it with my eares, not with my hart: - But now I finde it too--too true (my Sonne), - When my Age-withered Spring is almost done. - - Behold my gray head, full of siluer haires, - My wrinckled skin, deepe furrowes in my face: - Cares bring Old-Age, Old-Age increaseth cares; - My Time is come, and I haue run my Race: - Winter hath snow'd vpon my hoarie head, - And with my Winter all my ioys are dead. - - And thou loue-hating Boy, (whom once I loued), - Farewell, a thousand-thousand times farewell; - My Teares the Marble Stones to ruth haue moued; - My sad Complaints the babling Ecchoes tell: - And yet thou wouldst take no compassion on mee. - Scorning that crosse which Loue hath laid vpon mee. - - The hardest steele with fier doth mend his misse, - Marble is mollifyde with drops of Raine; - But thou (more hard than Steele or Marble is) - Doost scorne my Teares, and my true loue disdaine, - Which for thy sake shall euerlasting bee, - Wrote in the Annalls of Eternitie. - - By this, the Night (with darknes ouer-spred) - Had drawne the curtaines of her cole-blacke bed; - And _Cynthia_ muffling her face with a clowd, - (Lest all the world of her should be too prowd) - Had taken _Conge_ of the sable Night, - (That wanting her cannot be halfe so bright;) - - When I poore forlorne man and outcast creature - (Despairing of my Loue, despisde of Beautie) - Grew male-content, scorning his louely feature, - That had disdaind my euer-zealous dutie: - I hy'd me homeward by the Moone-shine light; - Forswearing Loue, and all his fond delight. - - -_FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -The Shepherds Content - -_OR_ - -The happines of a harmless life. - -Written upon Occasion of the - -_former Subject_. - - -[Illustration] - - Of all the kindes of common Countrey life, - Me thinkes a Shepheards life is most Content; - His State is quiet Peace, deuoyd of strife; - His thoughts are pure from all impure intent, - His Pleasures rate sits at an easie rent: - He beares no mallice in his harmles hart, - Malicious meaning hath in him no part. - - He is not troubled with th'afflicted minde, - His cares are onely ouer silly Sheepe; - He is not vnto Iealozie inclinde, - (Thrice happie Man) he knowes not how to weepe; - Whil'st I the Treble in deepe sorrowes keepe; - I cannot keepe the Meane; for why (alas) - Griefes haue no meane, though I for meane doe passe. - - No Briefes nor Semi-Briefes are in my Songs, - Because (alas) my griefe is seldome shoot; - My Prick-Song's alwayes full of Largues and Longs, - (Because I neuer can obtaine the Port - Of my desires: Hope is a happie Fort.) - Prick-song (indeed) because it pricks my hart; - And Song, because sometimes I ease my smart. - - The mightie Monarch of a royall Realme, - Swaying his Scepter with a Princely pompe; - Of his desires cannot so steare the Healme, - But sometime falls into a deadly dumpe, - When as he heares the shrilly-sounding Trumpe - Of Forren Enemies, or home-bred Foes; - His minde of griefe, his hart is full of woes. - - Or when bad subiects gainst their Soueraigne - (Like hollow harts) vnnaturally rebell, - How carefull is he to suppresse againe - Their desperate forces, and their powers to quell - With loyall harts, till all (againe) be well: - When (being subdu'd) his care is rather more - To keepe them vnder, than it was before. - - Thus is he neuer full of sweete Content, - But either this or that his ioy debars: - Now Noble-men gainst Noble-men are bent, - Now Gentlemen and others fall at iarrs: - Thus is his Countrey full of ciuill warrs; - He still in danger sits, still fearing Death: - For Traitors seeke to stop their Princes breath. - - The whylst the other hath no enemie, - Without it be the Wolfe and cruell Fates - (Which no man spare): when as his disagree - He with his sheep-hooke knaps them on the pates, - Schooling his tender Lambs from wanton gates: - Beasts are more kinde then Men, Sheepe seeke not blood - But countrey caytiues kill their Countreyes good. - - The Courtier he fawn's for his Princes fauour, - In hope to get a Princely ritch Reward; - His tongue is tipt with honey for to glauer; - Pride deales the Deck whilst Chance doth choose the Card, - Then comes another and his Game hath mard; - Sitting betwixt him, and the morning Sun: - Thus Night is come before the Day is done. - - Some Courtiers carefull of their Princes health, - Attends his Person with all dilligence - Whose hand's their hart; whose welfare is their wealth, - Whose safe Protection is their sure Defence, - For pure affection, not for hope of pence: - Such is the faithfull hart, such is the minde, - Of him that is to Vertue still inclinde. - - The skilfull Scholler, and braue man at Armes, - First plies his Booke, last fights for Countries Peace; - Th'one feares Obliuion, th'other fresh Alarmes; - His paines nere ende, his trauailes neuer cease; - His with the Day, his with the Night increase: - He studies how to get eternall Fame; - The Souldier fights to win a glorious Name. - - The Knight, the Squire, the Gentleman, the Clowne, - Are full of crosses and calamities; - Lest fickle Fortune should begin to frowne, - And turne their mirth to extreame miseries: - Nothing more certaine than incertainties; - Fortune is full of fresh varietie: - Constant in nothing but inconstancie. - - The wealthie Merchant that doth crosse the Seas, - To _Denmarke_, _Poland_, _Spaine_, and _Barbarie;_ - For all his ritches, liues not still at ease; - Sometimes he feares ship-spoyling Pyracie, - Another while deceipt and treacherie - Of his owne Factors in a forren Land; - Thus doth he still in dread and danger stand. - - Well is he tearmd a Merchant-Venturer, - Since he doth venter lands, and goods, and all: - When he doth trauell for his Traffique far, - Little he knowes what fortune may befall, - Or rather what mis-fortune happen shall: - Sometimes he splits his Ship against a rocke; - Loosing his men, his goods, his wealth, his stocke. - - And if he so escape with life away, - He counts himselfe a man most fortunate, - Because the waues their rigorous rage did stay, - (When being within their cruell powers of late, - The Seas did seeme to pittie his estate) - But yet he neuer can recouer health, - Because his ioy was drowned with his wealth. - - The painfull Plough-swaine, and the Husband-man - Rise vp each morning by the breake of day, - Taking what toyle and drudging paines they can, - And all is for to get a little stay; - And yet they cannot put their care away: - When Night is come, their cares begin afresh, - Thinking vpon their Morrowes busines. - - Thus euerie man is troubled with vnrest, - From rich to poore, from high to low degree: - Therefore I thinke that man is truly blest, - That neither cares for wealth nor pouertie, - But laughs at Fortune and her foolerie; - That giues rich Churles great store of golde and fee, - And lets poore Schollers liue in miserie. - - O fading Branches of decaying Bayes - Who now will water your dry-wither'd Armes? - Or where is he that sung the louely Layes - Of simple Shepheards in their Countrey-Farmes? - Ah he is dead, the cause of all our harmes: - And with him dide my ioy and sweete delight; - And cleare to Clowdes, the Day is turnd to Night. - - SYDNEY. The Syren of this latter Age; - SYDNEY. The Blasing-starre of England's glory; - SYDNEY. The Wonder of wise and sage; - SYDNEY. The Subiect of true Vertues story; - This Syren, Starre, this Wonder, and this Subiect; - In dumbe, dim, gone, and mard by Fortunes Obiect. - - And thou my sweete _Amintas_ vertuous minde, - Should I forget thy Learning or thy Loue; - Well might I be accounted but vnkinde, - Whose pure affection I so oft did proue: - Might my poore Plaints hard stones to pitty moue; - His losse should be lamented of each Creature, - So great his Name, so gentle was his Nature. - - But sleepe his soule in sweet Elysium, - (The happy Hauen of eternall rest:) - And let me to my former matter come, - Prouing by Reason, Shepheard's life is best, - Because he harbours Vertue in his Brest; - And is content (the chiefest thing of all) - With any fortune that shall him befall. - - He sits all Day lowd-piping on a Hill, - The whilst his flocke about him daunce apace, - His hart with ioy, his eares with Musique fill: - Anon a bleating Weather beares the Bace, - A Lambe the Treble; and to his disgrace - Another answers like a middle Meane: - Thus euery one to beare a Part are faine. - - Like a great King he rules a little Land, - Still making Statutes, and ordayning Lawes; - Which if they breake, he beates them with his Wand: - He doth defend them from the greedy Iawes - Of rau'ning Woolues, and Lyons bloudy Pawes. - His Field, his Realme; his Subiects are his Sheepe; - Which he doth still in due obedience keepe. - - First he ordaines by Act of Parlament, - (Holden by custome in each Countrey Towne), - That if a sheepe (with any bad intent) - Presume to breake the neighbour Hedges downe, - Or haunt strange Pastures that be not his owne; - He shall be pounded for his lustines, - Vntill his Master finde out some redres. - - Also if any proue a Strageller - From his owne fellowes in a forraine field, - He shall be taken for a wanderer, - And forc'd himselfe immediatly to yeeld, - Or with a wyde-mouth'd Mastiue Curre be kild. - And if not claimd within a twelue-month's space, - He shall remaine with Land-lord of the place. - - Or if one stray to feede far from the rest, - He shall be pincht by his swift pye-bald Curre; - If any by his fellowes be opprest, - The wronger (for he doth all wrong abhorre) - Shall be well bangd so long as he can sturre. - Because he did anoy his harmeles Brother, - That meant not harme to him nor any other. - - And last of all, if any wanton Weather, - With briers and brambles teare his fleece in twaine, - He shall be forc'd t'abide cold frosty weather, - And powring showres of ratling stormes of raine, - Till his new fleece begins to grow againe: - And for his rashnes he is doom'd to goe - without a new Coate all the Winter throw. - - Thus doth he keepe them, still in awfull feare, - And yet allowes them liberty inough; - So deare to him their welfare doth appeare, - That when their fleeces gin to waxen rough, - He combs and trims them with a Rampicke bough, - Washing them in the streames of siluer _Ladon_, - To cleanse their skinnes from all corruption. - - Another while he wooes his Country Wench, - (With Chaplets crownd, and gaudy girlonds dight) - Whose burning Lust her modest eye doth quench, - Standing amazed at her heauenly sight, - (Beauty doth rauish Sense with sweet Delight) - Clearing _Arcadia_ with a smoothed Browe - When Sun-bright smiles melts flakes of driuen snowe. - - Thus doth he frollicke it each day by day, - And when Night comes drawes homeward to his Coate, - Singing a Iigge or merry Roundelay; - (For who sings commonly so merry a Noate, - As he that cannot chop or change a groate) - And in the winter Nights (his chiefe desire) - He turns a Crabbe or Cracknell in the fire. - - He leads his Wench a Country Horn-pipe Round, - About a May-pole on a Holy-day; - Kissing his louely Lasse (with Garlands Crownd) - With whoopping heigh-ho singing Care away; - Thus doth he passe the merry month of May: - And all th'yere after in delight and ioy, - (Scorning a King) he cares for no annoy. - - What though with simple cheere he homely fares? - He liues content, a King can doo no more; - Nay not so much, for Kings haue manie cares: - But he hath none; except it be that sore - Which yong and old, which vexeth ritch and poore, - The pangs of Loue. O! who can vanquish Loue? - That conquers Kingdomes, and the Gods aboue? - - Deepe-wounding Arrow, hart-consuming Fire; - Ruler of Reason, slaue to tyraunt Beautie; - Monarch of harts, Fuell of fond desire, - Prentice to Folly, foe to faind Duetie. - Pledge of true Zeale, Affections moitie; - If thou kilst where thou wilt, and whom it list thee, - (Alas) how can a silly Soule resist thee? - - By thee great _Collin_ lost his libertie, - By thee sweet _Astrophel_ forwent his ioy; - By thee _Amyntas_ wept incessantly, - By thee good _Rowland_ liu'd in great annoy; - O cruell, peeuish, vylde, blind-seeing Boy: - How canst thou hit their harts, and yet not see? - (If thou be blinde, as thou art faind to bee). - - A Shepheard loues no ill, but onely thee; - He hath no care, but onely by thy causing: - Why doost thou shoot thy cruell shafts at mee? - Giue me some respite, some short time of pausing: - Still my sweet Loue with bitter lucke th'art sawcing: - Oh, if thou hast a minde to shew thy might; - Kill mightie Kings, and not a wretched wight. - - Yet (O Enthraller of infranchizd harts) - At my poor hart if thou wilt needs be ayming, - Doo me the fauour, show me both thy Darts, - That I may chuse the best for my harts mayming, - (A free consent is priuiledgd from blaming:) - Then pierce his hard hart with thy golden Arrow, - That thou my wrong, that he may rue my sorrow. - - But let mee feele the force of thy lead Pyle, - What should I doo with loue when I am old? - I know not how to flatter, fawne, or smyle; - Then stay thy hand, O cruell Bow-man hold: - For if thou strik'st me with thy dart of gold, - I sweare to thee (by Ioues immortall curse) - I haue more in my hart, than in my purse. - - The more I weepe, the more he bends his Bow, - For in my hart a golden Shaft I finde: - (Cruell, vnkinde) and wilt thou leaue me so? - Can no remorce nor pittie moue thy minde? - Is Mercie in the Heauens so hard to finde? - Oh, then it is no meruaile that on earth - Of kinde Remorce there is so great a dearth. - - How happie were a harmles Shepheards life, - If he had neuer knowen what Loue did meane; - But now fond Loue in euery place is rife, - Staining the purest Soule with spots vncleane, - Making thicke purses, thin: and fat bodies, leane: - Loue is a fiend, a fire, a heauen, a hell; - Where pleasure, paine, and sad repentance dwell. - - There are so manie _Danaes_ nowadayes, - That loue for lucre; paine for gaine is sold: - No true affection can their fancie please, - Except it be a _Ioue_, to raine downe gold - Into their laps, which they wyde open hold: - If _legem pone_ comes, he is receau'd, - When _Vix haud habeo_ is of hope bereau'd. - - Thus haue I showed in my Countrey vaine - The sweet Content that Shepheards still inioy; - The mickle pleasure, and the little paine - That euer doth awayte the Shepheards Boy: - His hart is neuer troubled with annoy. - He is a King, for he commands his Sheepe; - He knowes no woe, for he doth seldome weepe. - - He is a Courtier, for he courts his Loue: - He is a Scholler, for he sings sweet Ditties: - He is a Souldier, for he wounds doth proue; - He is the fame of Townes, the shame of Citties; - He scornes false Fortune, put true Vertue pitties. - He is a Gentleman, because his nature - Is kinde and affable to euerie Creature. - - Who would not then a simple Shepheard bee, - Rather than be a mightie Monarch made? - Since he inioyes such perfect libertie, - As neuer can decay, nor neuer fade: - He seldome sits in dolefull Cypresse shade, - But liues in hope, in ioy, in peace, in blisse: - Ioying all ioy with this content of his. - - But now good-fortune lands my little Boate - Vpon the shoare of his desired rest: - Now I must leaue (awhile) my rurall noate, - To thinke on him whom my soule loueth best; - He that can make the most vnhappie blest: - In whose sweete lap He lay me downe to sleepe, - And neuer wake till Marble-stones shall weepe. - - _FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -SONNET. - - -[Illustration] - - Loe here behold these tributarie Teares - Paid to thy faire, but cruell tyrant Eyes; - Loe here the blossome of my youthfull yeares, - Nipt with the fresh of thy Wraths winter, dyes, - - Here on Loues Altar I doo offer vp - This burning hart for my Soules sacrifice; - Here I receaue this deadly-poysned Cu[p] - Of _Circe_ charm'd; wherein deepe Magicke lyes. - - Then Teares (if thou be happie Teares indeed), - And Hart (if thou be lodged in his brest), - And Cup (if thou canst helpe despaire with speed); - Teares, Hart, and Cup conjoyne to make me blest: - Teares moue, Hart win, Cup cause, ruth, loue, desire, - In word, in deed, by moane, by zeale, by fire. - - _FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -THE COMPLAINT - -OF CHASTITIE. - -Briefely touching the cause of the death of _Matilda Fitzwalters_ an -English Ladie; sometime loued of King _Iohn_, after poysoned. The -Storie is at large written by _Michael Dreyton_. - - -[Illustration] - - You modest Dames, inricht with Chastitie. - Maske your bright eyes with _Vestaes_ sable Vaile, - Since few are left so faire or chast as shee; - (Matter for me to weepe, you to bewaile): - For manie seeming so, of Vertue faile; - Whose louely Cheeks (with rare vermillion tainted) - Can neuer blush because their faire is painted. - - O faire-foule Tincture, staine of Woman-kinde, - Mother of Mischiefe, Daughter of Deceate, - False traitor to the Soule, blot to the Minde, - Vsurping Tyrant of true Beauties seate, - Right Cousner of the eye, lewd Follies baite, - The flag of filthines, the sinke of shame, - The Diuells dye, dishonour of thy name. - - Monster of Art, Bastard of bad Desier, - Il-worshipt Idoll, false Imagerie, - Ensigne of Vice, to thine owne selfe a lier, - Silent Inchaunter, mindes Anatomie, - Sly Bawd to Lust, Pandor to Infamie, - Slaunder of Truth, Truth of Dissimulation; - Staining our Clymate more than anie Nature. - - What shall I say to thee? thou scorne of Nature, - Blacke spot of sinne, vylde lure of lecherie; - Iniurious Blame to euerie faemale creature, - Wronger of time, Broker of trecherie, - Trap of greene youth, false Womens witcherie, - Hand-maid of pride, high-way to wickednesse; - Yet path-way to Repentance, nere the lesse. - - Thou dost entice the minde to dooing euill, - Thou setst dissention twixt the man and wife; - A Saint in show, and yet indeed a deuill: - Thou art the cause of euerie common strife; - Thou art the life of Death, the death of Life! - Thou doost betray thyselfe to Infamie, - When thou art once discernd by the eye. - - Ah, little knew _Matilda_ of thy being, - Those times were pure from all impure complection; - Then Loue came at Desert, Desert of seeing, - Then Vertue was the mother of Affection, - (But Beautie now is vnder no subjection), - Then women were the same that men did deeme, - But now they are the same they doo not seeme. - - What fæmale now intreated of a King - With gold and iewels, pearles and precious stones, - Would willingly refuse so sweete a thing? - Onely for a little show of Vertue ones? - Women haue kindnes grafted in their bones. - Gold is a deepe-perswading Orator, - Especially where few the fault abhor. - - But yet shee rather deadly poyson chose, - (Oh cruell Bane of most accursed Clime;) - Than staine that milk-white Mayden-virgin Rose, - Which shee had kept vnspotted till that time: - And not corrupted with this earthly slime - Her soule shall liue: inclosd eternally, - In that pure shrine of Immortality. - - This is my Doome: and this shall come to passe, - For what are Pleasures but still-vading ioyes? - Fading as flowers, brittle as a glasse, - Or Potters Clay; crost with the least annoyes; - All thinges in this life are but trifling Toyes: - But Fame and Vertue neuer shall decay, - For Fame is Toomblesse, Vertue liues for aye! - - _FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -Hellens Rape. - -_OR_ - -A light Lanthorne for light Ladies. - -Written in English Hexameters. - - -[Illustration] - - _Louely a Lasse, so loued a Lasse, and (alas) such a louing_ - _Lasse, for a while (but a while) was none such a sweet bonny - Loue-Lasse_ - _As_ Helen, Mænelaus _louing, lou'd, loulie a loue-lasse,_ - _Till spightfull Fortune from a loue-lasse made her a loue-lesse_ - _Wife. From a wise woman to a witles vvanton abandond,_ - _When her mate (vnawares) made warres in_ Peloponessus,_ - _Adultrous_ Paris (_then a Boy_) _kept sheepe as a shepheard_ - _On_ Ida _Mountaine, vnknowne to the King for a Keeper_ - _Of sheep, on_ Ida _Mountaine, as a Boy, as a shepheard:_ - _Yet such sheep he kept, and was so seemelie a shepheard,_ - _Seemlie a Boy, so seemlie a youth, so seemlie a Younker,_ - _That on_ Ida _was not such a Boy, such a youth, such a Younker._ - _Sonne now reconcil'd to the Father, fained a letter_ - _Sent him by_ Iupiter (_the greatest God in_ Olympus) - _For to repaire with speede to the brauest Græcian Hauen, - And to redeeme againe_ Hesyone _latelie reuolted - From_ Troy _by_ Aiax, _whom she had newly betrothed. - Well, so well he told his tale to his Aunt_ Amaryllis - _That_ Amaryllis, _(his Aunt,) obtaind aid of his aged - Syre, that he sent him a ship, and made Capten of_ Argus. - _Great store went to Greece with lust-bewitched_ Alexis, - Telamour, _and_ Tydias: _with these he sliceth the salt seas, - The salt seas slicing, at length he comes to the firme land, - Firme land an auntient Iland cald old_ Lacedæmon. - Argus _(eye full Earle) when first the ken of a Castle - He had spide bespake: (to the Mate, to the men, to the Mates-man) - Lo behold of Greece (quoth he) the great_ Cytadella. - (_Ycleaped_ Menela) _so tearmed of_ Deliaes _Husband: - Happie_ Helen, _Womens most woonder, beautifull_ Helen. - _Oh would God (quoth he) with a flattring Tongue he repeated: - Oh would God (quoth he) that I might deserue to be husband - To such a happie huswife, to such a beautifull_ Helen. - _This he spake to intice the minde of a lecherous young-man: - But what spurres need now, for an vntam'd Titt to be trotting: - Or to add old Oile to the flame, new flaxe to the fier:_ - Paris _heard him hard, and gaue good eare to his hearkening: - And then his loue to a lust, his lust was turnd to a fier, - Fier was turnd to a flame, and flame was turnd to a burning - Brand: and mothers Dreame was then most truelie resolued. - Well so far th'are come, that now th'are come to the Castle, - Castle all of stone, yet euery stone vvas a Castle: - Euerie foote had a Fort, and euerie Fort had a fountaine, - Euerie fountaine a spring, and euerie spring had a spurting - Streame: so strong without, vvithin, so stately a building, - Neuer afore vvas seene; If neuer afore_ Polyphœbe - _Was seene: vvas to be seene, if nere to be seene vvas_ Olympus. - _Flovvers vvere framd of flints, Walls, Rubies, Rafters of Argent: - Pauement of Chrisolite, Windows contriu'd of a Cristall: - Vessels were of gold, with gold was each thing adorned: - Golden Webs more worth than a vvealthy_ Souldan _of Egypt, - And her selfe more vvorth than a vvealthy_ Souldan _of Egypt: - And her selfe more worth than all the wealth shee possessed; - Selfe? indeede such a selfe, as thundring_ Ioue _in_ Olympus, - _Though he were father could finde in his hart to be husband. - Embassage ended, to the Queene of faire_ Lacedæmon; - _(Happie King of a Queene so faire, of a Countrey so famous) - Embassage ended, a Banquet braue was appointed: - Sweet Repast for a Prince, fine Iunkets fit for a Kings sonne. - Biskets and Carrawayes, Comfets, Tart, Plate, Ielley, Gingerbread, - Lymons and Medlars: and Dishes moe by a thousand. - First they fell to the feast, and after fall to a Dauncing, - And from a Dance to a Trance, from a Trance they fell to a falling, - Either in other armes, and either in armes of another. - Pastime ouer-past, and Banquet duely prepared, - Deuoutly pared: Each one hies home to his owne home, - Saue Lord and Ladie; Young Lad, but yet such an old Lad, - In such a Ladies lappe, at such a slipperie by-blow, - That in a vvorld so vvilde, could not be found such a wilie - Lad: in an Age so old, could not be found such an old lad: - Old lad, and bold lad, such a Boy, such a lustie_ Iuuentus: - _Well to their vvorke they goe, and both they iumble in one Bed: - Worke so well they like, that they still like to be vvorking: - For_ Aurora _mounts before he leaues to be mounting: - And_ Astræa _fades before she faints to be falling:_ - (Helen _a light Huswife, now a lightsome starre in_ Olympus.) - - _FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - - _Cynthia._ - - VVITH CER- - taine - Sonnets, and - the Legend of - _Cassandra._ - -_Quod cupio nequeo._ - -[Illustration] - - _At London_, - Printed for Humfrey - _Lownes, and are to bee_ - sold at the VVest doore - of Paules. 1595. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - - To the Right Honorable, and - most noble-minded Lorde, - William Stanley, Earle of - Darby, &c. - - -[Illustration] - -_Right Honorable, the dutifull affection I beare to your manie vertues, -is cause, that to manifest my loue to your Lordship, I am constrained -to shew my simplenes to the world. Many are they that admire your -worth, of the which number, I (though the meanest in abilitie, yet with -the formost in affection) am one that most desire to serue, and onely -to serue your Honour._ - -_Small is the gift, but great is my good-will; the which, by how -much the lesse I am able to expresse it, by so much the more it is -infinite. Liue long: and inherit your Predecessors vertues, as you doe -their dignitie and estate. This is my wish: the which your honorable -excellent giftes doe promise me to obtaine: and whereof these few rude -and vnpollished lines, are a true (though an vndeseruing) testimony. -If my ability were better, the signes should be greater; but being as -it is, your honour must take me as I am, not as I should be. My yeares -being so young, my perfection cannot be greater: But howsoeuer it is, -yours it is; and I my selfe am yours; in all humble seruice, most ready -to be commaunded._ - - Richard Barnefeilde. - -[Illustration] - - - - -_To the curteous Gentlemen Readers._ - - -[Illustration] - -Gentlemen; the last Terme [_i.e._, _November_ 1594] there came forth -a little toy of mine, intituled, _The affectionate Shepheard:_ In -the which, his Country _Content_ found such friendly fauor, that it -hath incouraged me to publish my second fruites. _The affectionate -Shepheard_ being the first: howsoeuer undeseruedly (I protest) I -haue beene thought (of some) to haue beene the authour of two Books -heretofore. I neede not to name them, because they are two-well -knowne already: nor will I deny them, because they are dislik't; but -because they are not mine. This protestation (I hope) will satisfie -th'indifferent: as for them that are maliciously enuious, as I cannot, -so I care not to please. Some there were, that did interpret _The -affectionate Shepheard_, otherwise then (in truth) I meant, touching -the subiect thereof, to wit, the loue of a Shepheard to a boy; a -fault, the which I will not excuse, because I neuer made. Onely this, -I will vnshaddow my conceit: being nothing else, but an imitation of -_Virgill_, in the second Eglogue of _Alexis_. In one or two places (in -this Booke) I vse the name of _Eliza_ pastorally: wherein, lest any one -should misconster my meaning (as I hope none will) I haue here briefly -discouered my harmeles conceipt as concerning that name: whereof once -(in a simple Shepheards deuice) I wrot this Epigramme. - - _One name there is, which name aboue all other - I most esteeme, as time and place shall proue: - The one is_ Vesta, _th'other_ Cupids _Mother, - The first my Goddesse is, the last my loue; - Subiect to Both I am: to that by berth; - To this for beautie; fairest on the earth._ - -Thus, hoping you will beare with my rude conceit of _Cynthia_, (if for -no other cause, yet, for that it is the first imitation of the verse of -that excellent Poet, Maister _Spencer_, in his _Fayrie Queene_) I will -leaue you to the reading of that, which I so much desire may breed your -Delight. - - _Richard Barnefeild._ - - - - -T. T. in commendation of the _Authour his worke_. - - -[Illustration] - - Whylom that in a shepheards gray coate masked, - (Where masked loue the nonage of his skill) - Reares new Eagle-winged pen, new tasked, - To scale the by-clift Muse sole-pleasing hill: - Dropping sweete Nectar poesie from his quill, - Admires faire CYNTHIA with his iuory pen - Faire CYNTHIA lou'd, fear'd, of Gods and men. - - Downe sliding from that cloudes ore-pearing mounteine: - Decking with double grace the neighbour plaines, - Drawes christall dew, from PEGASE foote-sprung fountain, - Whose flower set banks, delights, sweet choice containes: - Nere yet discouerd to the country swaines: - Heere bud those branches, which adorne his turtle, - With loue made garlands, of heart-bleeding Mirtle. - - Rays'd from the cynders, of the thrice-sact towne: - ILLIONS sooth-telling SYBILLIST appeares, - Eclipsing PHOEBUS loue, with scornefull frowne, - Whose tragicke end, affords warme-water teares, - (For pitty-wanting PACOE, none forbeares) - Such period haps, to beauties price ore-priz'd: - Where IANVS-faced loue, doth lurke disguiz'd. - - Nere-waining CYNTHIA yeelds thee triple thankes, - Whose beames vnborrowed darke the worlds faire eie - And as full streames that euer fill their bankes, - So those rare Sonnets, where wits ripe doth lie, - With Troian Nimph, doe soare thy fame to skie. - And those, and these, contend thy Muse to raise - (Larke mounting Muse) with more then common praise. - - _ENG. SCH. LIB. No._ 14. - - - - -[Illustration] - - -_To his Mistresse._ - - Bright Starre of Beauty, fairest Faire aliue, - Rare president of peerelesse chastity; - (In whom the Muses and the Graces striue, - VVhich shall possesse the chiefest part of thee:) - Oh let these simple lines accepted bee: - VVhich here I offer at thy sacred shrine: - Sacred, because sweet Beauty is diuine. - - And though I cannot please each curious eare, - With sugred Noates of heauenly Harmonie: - Yet if my loue shall to thy selfe appeare, - No other Muse I will inuoke but thee: - And if thou wilt my faire _Thalia_ be, - Ile sing sweet Hymnes and praises to thy name, - In that cleare Temple of eternall Fame. - - But ah (alas) how can mine infant Muse - (That neuer heard of _Helicon_ before) - Performe my promise past: when they refuse - Poore Shepheards Plaints? yet will I still adore - Thy sacred Name, al though I write no more: - Yet hope I shall, if this accepted bee: - If not, in silence sleepe eternally. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_CYNTHIA._ - - -[Illustration] - - Now was the Welkyn all inuelloped - With duskie Mantle of the sable Night: - And CYNTHIA lifting vp her drouping head, - Blusht at the Beautie of her borrowed light, - When Sleepe now summon'd euery mortal wight. - Then loe (me thought) I saw or seem'd to see, - An heauenly Creature like an Angell bright, - That in great haste came pacing towards me: - Was neuer mortall eye beheld so faire a Shee. - - Thou lazie man (quoth she) what mak'st thou heere - (Luld in the lap of Honours Enimie?) - I heere commaund thee now for to appeare - (By vertue of IOVES mickle Maiestie) - In yonder Wood. (Which with her finger shee - Out-poynting) had no sooner turn'd her face, - And leauing mee to muze what she should bee, - Yuanished into some other place: - But straite (me thought) I saw a rout of heauenlie Race. - - Downe in a Dale, hard by a Forrest side, - (Vnder the shaddow of a loftie Pine,) - Not far from whence a trickling streame did glide, - Did nature by her secret art combine, - A pleasant Arbour, of a spreading Vine: - Wherein Art stroue with nature to compaire, - That made it rather seeme a thing diuine - Being scituate all in the open Aire: - A fairer nere was seene, if any seene so faire. - - There might one see, and yet not see (indeede) - Fresh _Flora_ flourishing in chiefest Prime, - Arrayed all in gay and gorgeous weede, - The Primrose and sweet-smelling Eglantine, - As fitted best beguiling so the time: - And euer as she went she strewd the place, - Red-roses mixt with Daffadillies fine, - For Gods and Goddesses, that in like case - In this same order sat, with il-beseeming grace. - - First, in a royall Chaire of massie gold, - (Bard all about with plates of burning steele) - Sat _Iupiter_ most glorious to behold, - And in his hand was placed Fortunes wheele: - The which he often turn'd, and oft did reele. - And next to him, in griefe and gealouzie, - (If sight may censure what the heart doth feele) - In sad lament was placed _Mercurie;_ - That dying seem'd to weep, and weeping seem'd to die. - - On th'other side, aboue the other twaine, - (Delighting as it seem'd to sit alone) - Sat _Mulciber;_ in pride and high disdaine, - Mounted on high vpon a stately throne, - And euen with that I heard a deadly grone: - Muzing at this, and such an vncouth sight, - (Not knowing what shoulde make that piteous mone) - I saw three furies, all in Armour dight, - With euery one a Lampe, and euery one a light. - - I deemed so; nor was I much deceau'd, - For poured forth in sensuall Delight, - There might I see of Sences quite bereau'd - King _Priams_ Sonne, that _Alexander_ hight - (Wrapt in the Mantle of eternall Night.) - And vnder him, awaiting for his fall, - Sate Shame, here Death, and there sat fel Despight, - That with their Horrour did his heart appall: - Thus was his Blisse to Bale, his Hony turn'd to gall. - - In which delight feeding mine hungry eye, - Of two great Goddesses a sight I had, - And after them in wondrous Iollity, - (As one that inly ioy'd, so was she glad) - The Queene of Loue full royallie yclad, - In glistring Gold, and peerelesse precious stone, - There might I spie: and her Companion had, - Proud _Paris_, Nephew to _Laomedon_, - That afterward did cause the Death of many a one. - - By this the formost melting all in teares, - And rayning downe resolued Pearls in showers, - Gan to approach the place of heauenly Pheares, - And with her weeping, watring all their Bowers, - Throwing sweet Odors on those fading flowers, - At length, she them bespake thus mournfullie. - High _Ioue_ (quoth she) and yee Cœlestiall powers, - That here in Iudgement sit twixt her and mee, - Now listen (for a while) and iudge with equitie. - - Sporting our selues to day, as wee were woont - (I meane, I, _Pallas_, and the Queene of Loue.) - Intending with _Diana_ for to hunt, - On _Ida_ Mountaine top our skill to proue, - A golden Ball was trindled from aboue, - And on the Rinde was writ this Poesie, - PVLCHERIMÆ for which a while we stroue, - Each saying shee was fairest of the three, - When loe a shepheards Swaine not far away we see. - - I spi'd him first, and spying thus bespake, - Shall yonder Swaine vnfolde the mysterie? - Agreed (quoth _Venus_) and by _Stygian_ Lake, - To whom he giues the ball so shall it bee: - Nor from his censure will I flie, quoth shee, - (Poynting to _Pallas_) though I loose the gole. - Thus euery one yplac'd in her degree, - The Shepheard comes, whose partial eies gan role, - And on our beuties look't, and of our beuties stole. - - I promis'd wealth, _Minerua_ promised wit, - (Shee promis'd wit to him that was vnwise,) - But he (fond foole) had soone refused it, - And minding to bestow that glorious Prize, - On _Venus_, that with pleasure might suffize - His greedie minde in loose lasciuiousnes: - Vpon a sudden, wanting goode aduice, - Holde heere (quoth he) this golden Ball possesse, - Which _Paris_ giues to thee for meede of worthines, - - Thus haue I shew'd the summe of all my sute, - And as a Plaintiffe heere appeale to thee, - And to the rest. Whose folly I impute - To filthie lust, and partialitie, - That made him iudge amisse: and so doo we - (Quoth _Pallas_, _Venus_,) nor will I gaine-say, - Although it's mine by right, yet willinglie, - I heere disclaime my title and obey: - When silence being made, _Ioue_ thus began to saie. - - Thou _Venus_, art my darling, thou my deare, - (_Minerua_) shee, my sister and my wife: - So that of all a due respect I beare, - Assign'd as one to end this doubtfull strife, - (Touching your forme, your fame, your loue, your life) - Beauty is vaine much like a gloomy light, - And wanting wit is counted but a trife, - Especially when Honour's put to flight: - Thus of a lonely, soone becomes a loathly sight. - - VVit without wealth is bad, yet counted good, - wealth wanting wisdom's worse, yet deem'd as wel, - From whence (for ay) doth flow, as from a flood, - A pleasant Poyson, and a heauenly Hell, - where mortall men do couet still to dwell. - Yet one there is to Vertue so inclin'd, - That as for Maiesty she beares the Bell, - So in the truth who tries her princelie minde, - Both Wisdom, Beauty, Wealth, and all in her shall find. - - In Westerne world amids the Ocean maine, - In compleat Vertue shining like the Sunne, - In great Renowne a maiden Queene doth raigne, - Whose royall Race, in Ruine first begun, - Till Heauens bright Lamps dissolue shall nere be done: - In whose faire eies Loue linckt with vertues been, - In euerlasting Peace and Vnion. - Which sweet Consort in her full well beseeme - Of Bounty, and of Beauty fairest Fayrie Queene. - - And to conclude, the gifts in her yfound, - Are all so noble, royall, and so rare, - That more and more in her they doe abound; - In her most peerelesse Prince without compare, - Endowing still her minde with vertuous care: - That through the world (so wide) the flying fame, - (And Name that Enuies selfe cannot impaire,) - Is blown of this faire Queen, this gorgeous dame, - Fame borrowing al men's mouths to royalize the same. - - And with this sentence _Iupiter_ did end, - This is the Pricke (quoth he), this is the praies, - To whom, this as a Present I will send, - That shameth _Cynthia_ in her siluer Raies, - If so you three this deed doe not displease. - Then one, and all, and euery one of them, - To her that is the honour of her daies, - A second _Iudith_ in IERVSALEM. - To her we send this Pearle, this Iewell, and this Iem. - - Then call'd he vp the winged _Mercury_, - (The mighty Messenger of Gods enrold,) - And bad him hither hastily to hie, - Whom tended by her Nymphes he should behold, - (Like Pearles ycouched all in shining gold.) - And euen with that, from pleasant slumbring sleepe, - (Desiring much these wonders to vnfold) - I wak'ning, when _Aurora_ gan to peepe, - Depriu'd so soone of my sweet Dreame, gan almost weepe. - - -_The Conclusion._ - - Thus, sacred Virgin, Muse of chastitie, - This difference is betwixt the Moone and thee: - Shee shines by Night; but thou by Day do'st shine: - Shee Monthly changeth; thou dost nere decline: - And as the Sunne, to her, doth lend his light, - So hee, by thee, is onely made so bright: - Yet neither Sun, nor Moone, thou canst be named, - Because thy light hath both their beauties shamed: - Then, since an heauenly Name doth thee befall, - Thou VIRGO art: (if any Signe at all). - - FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -[_SONNETS._] - - -_SONNET. I._ - -[Illustration] - - Sporting at fancie, setting light by loue, - There came a theefe, and stole away my heart, - (And therefore robd me of my chiefest part) - Yet cannot Reason him a felon proue. - For why his beauty (my hearts thiefe) affirmeth, - Piercing no skin (the bodies fensiue wall) - And hauing leaue, and free consent withall, - Himselfe not guilty, from loue guilty tearmeth, - Conscience the Iudge, twelue Reasons are the Iurie, - They finde mine eies the be[a]utie t' haue let in, - And on this verdict giuen, agreed they bin, - VVherefore, because his beauty did allure yee, - Your Doome is this: in teares still to be drowned, - VVhen his faire forehead with disdain is frowned. - - -_SONNET. II._ - -[Illustration] - - Be[a]uty and Maiesty are falne at ods, - Th'one claimes his cheeke, the other claimes his chin; - Then Vertue comes, and puts her title in. - (Quoth she) I make him like th'immortall Gods. - (Quoth Maiestie) I owne his lookes, his Brow, - His lips, (quoth Loue) his eies, his faire is mine. - And yet (quoth Maiesty) he is not thine, - I mixe Disdaine with Loues congealed Snow. - I, but (quoth Loue) his lockes are mine (by right) - His stately gate is mine (quoth Maiestie,) - And mine (quoth Vertue) is his Modestie. - Thus as they striue about this heauenly wight, - At last the other two to Vertue yeeld, - The lists of Loue, fought in faire Beauties field. - - -_SONNET. III._ - -[Illustration] - - The Stoicks thinke, (and they come neere the truth,) - That vertue is the chiefest good of all, - The Academicks on _Idea_ call. - The Epicures in pleasure spend their youth, - The Perrepatetickes iudge felicitie, - To be the chiefest good aboue all other, - One man, thinks this: and that conceaues another: - So that in one thing very few agree. - Let Stoicks haue their Vertue if they will, - And all the rest their chiefe-supposed good, - Let cruell Martialists delight in blood, - And Mysers ioy their bags with gold to fill: - My chiefest good, my chiefe felicity, - Is to be gazing on my loues faire eie. - - -_SONNET. IIII._ - -[Illustration] - - Two stars there are in one faire firmament, - (Of some intitled _Ganymedes_ sweet face), - VVhich other stars in brightnes doe disgrace, - As much as _Po_ in clearenes passeth _Trent_. - Nor are they common natur'd stars: for why, - These stars when other shine vaile their pure light, - And when all other vanish out of sight, - They adde a glory to the worlds great eie. - By these two stars my life is onely led, - In them I place my ioy, in them my pleasure, - Loue's piercing Darts, and Natures precious treasure - With their sweet foode my fainting soule is fed: - Then when my sunne is absent from my sight - How can it chuse (with me) but be dark night? - - -_SONNET. V._ - -[Illustration] - - It is reported of faire _Thetis_ Sonne, - (_Achilles_ famous for his chiualry, - His noble minde and magnanimity,) - That when the Troian wars were new begun, - Whos'euer was deepe-wounded with his speare, - Could neuer be recured of his maime, - Nor euer after be made whole againe: - Except with that speares rust he holpen were. - Euen so it fareth with my fortune now, - Who being wounded with his piercing eie, - Must either thereby finde a remedy, - Or els to be releeu'd, I know not how. - Then if thou hast a minde still to annoy me, - Kill me with kisses, if thou wilt destroy me. - - -_SONNET. VI._ - -[Illustration] - - Sweet Corrall lips, where Nature's treasure lies, - The balme of blisse, the soueraigne salue of sorrow, - The secret touch of loues heart-burning arrow, - Come quench my thirst or els poor _Daphnis_ dies. - One night I dream'd (alas twas but a Dreame) - That I did feele the sweetnes of the same, - Where-with inspir'd, I young againe became, - And from my heart a spring of blood did streame, - But when I wak't, I found it nothing so, - Saue that my limbs (me thought) did waxe more strong - And I more lusty far, and far more yong. - This gift on him rich Nature did bestow. - Then if in dreaming so, I so did speede, - What should I doe, if I did so indeede? - - -_SONNET. VII._ - -[Illustration] - - Sweet _Thames_ I honour thee, not for thou art - The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile, - Nor for thou dost admirers eies beguile, - But for thou hold'st the keeper of my heart, - For on thy waues, (thy Christal-billow'd waues,) - My fairest faire, my siluer Swan is swimming: - Against the sunne his pruned feathers trimming: - Whilst _Neptune_ his faire feete with water laues, - Neptune, I feare not thee, not yet thine eie, - And yet (alas) _Apollo_ lou'd a boy, - And _Cyparissus_ was _Siluanus_ ioy. - No, no, I feare none but faire _Thetis_, I, - For if she spie my Loue, (alas) aie me, - My mirth is turn'd to extreame miserie. - - -_SONNET. VIII._ - -[Illustration] - - Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were, - So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene, - So might I gaze vpon his sleeping eine, - Although I did it with a panting feare: - But when I well consider how vaine my wish is, - Ah foolish Bees (thinke I) that doe not sucke - His lips for hony; but poore flowers doe plucke - Which haue no sweet in them: when his sole kisses, - Are able to reuiue a dying soule. - Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe, - His angry voice your flying will pursue: - But when they heare his tongue, what can controule, - Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see, - How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee. - - -_SONNET. IX._ - -[Illustration] - - _Diana_ (on a time) walking the wood, - To sport herselfe, of her faire traine forlorne, - Chaunc't for to pricke her foote against a thorne, - And from thence issu'd out a streame of blood. - No sooner shee was vanisht out of sight, - But loues faire Queen came there away by chance, - And hauing of this hap a glym'ring glance, - She put the blood into a christall bright, - When being now come vnto mount _Rhodope_, - With her faire hands she formes a shape of Snow, - And blends it with this blood; from whence doth grow - A lonely creature, brighter than the Dey. - And being christned in faire _Paphos_ shrine, - She call'd him _Ganymede:_ as all diuine. - - -_SONNET. X._ - -[Illustration] - - Thus was my loue, thus was my _Ganymed_, - (Heauens ioy, worlds wonder, natures fairest work, - In whose aspect Hope and Dispaire doe lurke) - Made of pure blood in whitest snow yshed, - And for sweete _Venus_ only form'd his face, - And his each member delicately framed, - And last of all faire _Ganymede_ him named, - His limbs (as their Creatrix) her imbrace. - But as for his pure, spotles, vertuous minde, - Because it sprung of chaste _Dianaes_ blood, - (Goddesse of Maides, directresse of all good,) - Hit wholy is to chastity inclinde. - And thus it is: as far as I can proue, - He loues to be beloued, but not to loue. - - -_SONNET XI._ - -[Illustration] - - Sighing, and sadly sitting by my Loue, - He ask't the cause of my hearts sorrowing, - Coniuring me by heauens eternall King - To tell the cause which me so much did moue. - Compell'd: (quoth I) to thee will I confesse, - Loue is the cause; and only loue it is - That doth depriue me of my heauenly blisse. - Loue is the paine that doth my heart oppresse. - And what is she (quoth he) whom thou dos't loue? - Looke in this glasse (quoth I) there shalt thou see - The perfect forme of my fælicitie. - When, thinking that it would strange Magique proue - He open'd it: and taking of the couer, - He straight perceau'd himselfe to be my Louer. - - -_SONNET. XII._ - -[Illustration] - - Some talke of _Ganymede_ th' _Idalian_ Boy, - And some of faire _Adonis_ make their boast, - Some talke of him whom louely _Læda_ lost, - And some of _Ecchoes_ loue that was so coy. - They speake by heere-say, I of perfect truth, - They partially commend the persons named, - And for them, sweet Encomions haue framed: - I onely t'him haue sacrifized my youth. - As for those wonders of antiquitie, - And those whom later ages haue inioy'd, - (But ah what hath not cruell death destroide? - Death, that enuies this worlds felicitie), - They were (perhaps) lesse faire then Poets write. - But he is fairer then I can indite. - - -_SONNET. XIII._ - -[Illustration] - - Speake Eccho, tell; how may I call my loue? _Loue._ - But how his Lamps that are so christaline? _Eyne._ - Oh happy starrs that make your heauens diuine: - And happy Iems that admiration moue. - How tearm'st his golden tresses wau'd with aire? _Haire._ - Oh louely haire of your more-louely Maister, - Image of loue, faire shape of Alablaster, - Why do'st thou driue thy Louer to dispaire? - How do'st thou cal the bed wher beuty grows? _Rose._ - Faire virgine-Rose, whose mayden blossoms couer - The milke-white Lilly, thy imbracing Louer: - Whose kisses makes thee oft thy red to lose. - And blushing oft for shame, when he hath kist thee, - He vades away, and thou raing'st where it list thee. - - -_SONNET. XIIII._ - -[Illustration] - - Here, hold this gloue (this milk-white cheueril gloue) - Not quaintly ouer-wrought with curious knots, - Not deckt with golden spangs, nor siluer spots, - Yet wholsome for thy hand as thou shalt proue. - Ah no; (sweet boy) place this gloue neere thy heart, - Weare it, and lodge it still within thy brest, - So shalt thou make me (most vnhappy,) blest. - So shalt thou rid my paine, and ease my smart: - How can that be (perhaps) thou wilt reply, - A gloue is for the hand not for the heart, - Nor can it well be prou'd by common art, - Nor reasons rule. To this, thus answere I: - If thou from gloue do'st take away the g, - Then gloue is loue: and so I send it thee. - - -_SONNET. XV._ - -[Illustration] - - A[h] fairest _Ganymede_, disdaine me not, - Though silly Sheepeheard I, presume to loue thee, - Though my harsh songs and Sonnets cannot moue thee, - Yet to thy beauty is my loue no blot. - _Apollo_, _Ioue_, and many Gods beside, - S' daind not the name of cuntry shepheards swains - Nor want we pleasure, though we take some pains, - We liue contentedly: a thing call'd pride, - Which so corrupts the Court and euery place, - (Each place I meane where learning is neglected, - And yet of late, euen learnings selfe's infected) - I know not what it meanes, in any case: - Wee onely (when _Molorchus_ gins to peepe) - Learne for to folde, and to vnfold our sheepe. - - -_SONNET. XVI._ - -[Illustration] - - Long haue I long'd to see my Loue againe, - Still haue I wisht, but neuer could obtaine it; - Rather than all the world (if I might gaine it) - Would I desire my loues sweet precious gaine. - Yet in my soule I see him euerie day, - See him, and see his still sterne countenaunce, - But (ah) what is of long continuance, - Where Maiestie and Beautie beares the sway? - Sometimes, when I imagine that I see him, - (As loue is full of foolish fantasies) - VVeening to kisse his lips, as my loues fee's, - I feele but Aire: nothing but Aire to bee him. - Thus with _Ixion_, kisse I clouds in vaine: - Thus with _Ixion_, feele I endles paine. - - -_SONNET. XVII._ - -[Illustration] - - Cherry-lipt _Adonis_ in his snowie shape, - Might not compare with his pure Iuorie white, - On whose faire front a Poets pen may write, - Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape, - His loue-enticing delicate soft limbs, - Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazing eies: - His cheekes, the Lillie and Carnation dies, - With louely tincture which _Apolloes_ dims. - His lips ripe strawberries in Nectar wet, - His mouth a Hiue, his tongue a hony-combe, - Where Muses (like Bees) make their mansion. - His teeth pure Pearle in blushing Correll set. - Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring, - Be slow to loue, and quicke to hate, enduring? - - -_SONNET. XVIII._ - -[Illustration] - - Not _Megabætes_ nor _Cleonymus_, - (Of whom great _Plutarch_ makes such mention, - Praysing their faire with rare inuention) - As _Ganymede_ were halfe so beauteous. - They onely pleas'd the eies of two great Kings, - But all the worlde at my loue stands amazed, - Nor one that on his Angels face hath gazed, - But (rauisht with delight) him Presents brings. - Some weaning Lambs, and some a suckling Kyd, - Some Nuts, and fil-beards, others Peares and Plums, - Another with a milk-white Heyfar comes; - As lately _Ægons_ man (_Damætas_) did: - But neither he, nor all the Nymphs beside, - Can win my _Ganymede_, with them t'abide. - - -_SONNET. XIX._ - -[Illustration] - - Ah no; nor I my selfe: though my pure loue - (Sweete _Ganymede_) to thee hath still beene pure, - And euen till my last gaspe shall aie endure, - Could euer thy obdurate beuty moue: - Then cease oh Goddesse sonne (for sure thou art, - A Goddesse sonne that canst resist desire) - Cease thy hard heart, and entertaine loues fire, - Within thy sacred breast: by Natures art. - And as I loue thee more then any Creature, - (Loue thee, because thy beautie is diuine; - Loue thee, because my selfe, my soule is thine: - Wholie deuoted to thy louelie feature), - Euen so of all the vowels, I and V, - Are dearest vnto me, as doth ensue. - - -_SONNET. XX._ - - But now my Muse toyld with continuall care, - Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace, - Expecting fauour from that heauenly grace, - That maie (in time) her feeble strength repaire. - Till when (sweete youth) th'essence of my soule, - (Thou that dost sit and sing at my hearts griefe. - Thou that dost send thy shepheard no reliefe) - Beholde, these lines; the sonnes of Teares and Dole. - Ah had great _Colin_ chiefe of sheepheards all, - Or gentle _Rowland_, my professed friend, - Had they thy beautie, or my pennance pend, - Greater had beene thy fame, and lesse my fall: - But since that euerie one cannot be wittie, - Pardon I craue of them, and of thee, pitty. - - FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_AN ODE._ - - -[Illustration] - - Nights were short, and daies were long; - Blossoms on the Hauthorn's hung: - _Philomœle_ (Night-Musiques-King) - Tolde the comming of the spring. - Whose sweete siluer-sounding voice - Made the little birds reioice: - Skipping light from spray to spray, - Till _Aurora_ shew'd the day. - Scarce might one see, when I might see - (For such chaunces sudden bee) - By a well of Marble-stone - A Shepheard lying all alone. - Weepe he did; and his weeping - Made the fading flowers spring. - _Daphnis_ was his name (I weene) - Youngest Swaine of Summers Queene. - When _Aurora_ saw 'twas he. - Weepe she did for companie: - Weepe she did for her sweete sonne - That (when antique _Troy_ was wonne) - Suffer'd death by lucklesse fate, - Whom she now laments too late: - And each morning (by Cocks crew) - Showers downe her siluer dew. - Whose teares (falling from their spring) - Giue moysture to each liuing thing, - That on earth increase and grow, - Through power of their friendlie foe. - Whose effect when _Flora_ felt, - Teares, that did her bosome melt, - (For who can resist teares often, - But Shee whom no teares can soften?) - Peering straite aboue the banks, - Shew'd herselfe to giue her thanks. - Wondring thus at Natures worke, - (Wherein many maruailes lurke) - Me thought I heard a dolefull noise, - Consorted with a mournfull voice, - Drawing nie to heare more plaine, - Heare I did, vnto my paine, - (For who is not pain'd to heare - Him in griefe whom heart holdes deare?) - Silly swaine (with griefe ore-gone) - Thus to make his piteous mone. - Loue I did, (alas the while) - Loue I did, but did beguile - My deare loue with louing so, - (VVhom as then I did not know.) - Loue I did the fairest boy, - That these fields did ere enioy. - Loue I did, fair _Ganymed;_ - (_Venus_ darling, beauties bed:) - Him I thought the fairest creature; - Him the quintessence of Nature: - But yet (alas) I was deceiu'd, - (Loue of reason is bereau'd) - For since then I saw a Lasse. - (Lasse) that did in beauty passe, - (Passe) faire _Ganymede_ as farre - As _Phœbus_ doth the smallest starre. - Loue commaunded me to loue; - Fancy bade me not remoue - My affection from the swaine - Which he cannot graunt the crauer?) - Loue at last (though loath) preuailde; - (Loue) that so my heart assailde; - Whom I neuer could obtaine: - (For who can obtaine that fauour, - Wounding me with her faire eies, - (Ah how Loue can subtelize, - And deuize a thousand shifts, - How to worke men to his drifts.) - Her it is, for whom I mourne; - Her, for whom my life I scorne; - Her, for whom I weepe all day; - Her, for whom I sigh, and say, - Either She, or els no creature, - Shall enioy my loue: whose feature - Though I neuer can obtaine, - Yet shall my true loue remaine: - Till (my body turn'd to clay) - My poore soule must passe away, - To the heauens; where (I hope) - Hit shall finde a resting scope: - Then since I loued thee (alone) - Remember me when I am gone. - Scarce had he these last words spoken, - But me thought his heart was broken; - With great griefe that did abound, - (Cares and griefe the heart confound) - In whose heart (thus riu'd in three) - ELIZA written I might see: - In Caracters of crimson blood, - (VVhose meaning well I vnderstood.) - Which, for my heart might not behold, - I hyed me home my sheep to folde. - - FINIS. - - - - -[Illustration] - -_CASSANDRA._ - - -[Illustration] - - Vpon a gorgious gold embossed bed, - With Tissue curtaines drawne against the sunne, - (Which gazers eies into amazement led, - So curiously the workmanship was done,) - Lay faire _Cassandra_, in her snowie smocke, - Whose lips the Rubies and the pearles did locke. - - And from her Iuory front hung dangling downe, - A bush of long and louely curled haire; - VVhose head impalled with a precious Crowne - Of orient Pearle, made her to seeme more faire: - And yet more faire she hardly could be thought, - Then Loue and Nature in her face had wrought. - - By this, young _Phœbus_ rising from the East, - Had tane a view of this rare Paragon: - Wherewith he soone his radiant beames addresst, - And with great ioy her (sleeping) gazed vpon: - Til at the last, through her light cazements cleare, - He stole a kisse; and softly call'd her Deare. - - Yet not so softly but (therwith awak't,) - Shee gins to open her faire christall couers, - Wherewith the wounded God, for terror quakt, - (Viewing those darts that kill disdained louers:) - And blushing red to see himselfe so shamed - He scorns his Coach, and his owne beauty blamed. - - Now with a trice he leaues the azure skies, - (As whilome _Ioue_ did at _Europaes_ rape,) - And rauisht with her loue-a[l]luring eies, - He turns himselfe into a humane shape: - And that his wish the sooner might ensue, - He sutes himselfe like one of _Venus_ crew. - - Vpon his head he wore a Hunters hat - Of crimson veluet, spangd with stars of gold, - Which grac'd his louely face: and ouer that - A siluer hatband ritchly to behold: - On his left shoulder hung a loose Tyara, - As whilome vs'd faire _Penthesilea_. - - Faire _Penthesilea_ th' _Amazonian_ Queene, - When she to Troy came with her warlike band, - Of braue Viragoes glorious to be scene; - Whose manlike force no power might withstand: - So look't _Apollo_ in his lonely weedes, - As he vnto the Troian Damzell speedes. - - Not faire, _Adonis_ in his chiefest pride, - Did seeme more faire, then young _Apollo_ seemed, - When he through th'aire inuisibly did glide, - T'obtaine his Loue, which he Angelike deemed; - Whom finding in her chamber all alone, - He thus begins t'expresse his piteous mone. - - O fairest, faire, aboue all faires (quoth hee) - If euer Loue obtained Ladies fauour, - Then shew thy selfe compassionate to me, - Whose head surpriz'd with thy diuine behauior, - Yeelds my selfe captiue to thy conqu'ring eies: - O then shew mercy, do not tyrannize. - - Scarce had _Apollo_ vtter'd these last words - (Rayning downe pearle from his immortall eies) - When she for answere, naught but feare affords, - Filling the place with lamentable cries: - But _Phœbus_ fearing much these raging fits, - With sugred kisses sweetely charm'd her lips. - - (And tells her softly in her softer eare) - That he a God is, and no mortall creature: - Wherewith abandoning all needlesse feare, - (A common frailtie of weake womans nature) - She boldly askes him of his deitie, - Gracing her question with her wanton eie. - - Which charge to him no sooner was assignde, - But taking faire _Cassandra_ by the hand - (The true bewraier of his secrete minde) - He first begins to let her vnderstand, - That he from _Demogorgon_ was descended: - Father of th'Earth, of Gods and men commended. - - The tenor of which tale he now recites, - Closing each period with a rauisht kisse: - Which kindnes, she vnwillingly requites, - Conioyning oft her Corrall lips to his: - Not that she lou'd the loue of any one; - But that she meant to cozen him anone. - - Hee briefly t'her relates his pedegree: - The sonne of _Ioue_, sole guider of the sunne, - He that slue _Python_ so victoriouslie, - He that the name of wisdomes God hath wonne, - The God of Musique, and of Poetry: - Of Phisicke, Learning, and Chirurgery. - - All which he eloquently reckons vp, - That she might know how great a God he was: - And being charm'd with _Cupid's_ golden cup - He partiallie vnto her praise doth passe, - Calling her tipe of honour, Queen of beauty: - To whom all eies owe tributary duety. - - I loued once, (quoth hee) aie me I lou'd, - As faire a shape as euer nature framed: - Had she not been so hard t'haue beene remou'd, - By birth a sea-Nymph; cruell _Daphne_ named: - Whom, for shee would not to my will agree, - The Gods transform'd into a Laurell tree. - - Ah therefore be not, (with that word he kist her) - Be not (quot[h] he) so proud as _Daphne_ was: - Ne care thou for the anger of my sister, - She cannot, nay she shall not hurt my _Cass:_ - For if she doe, I vow (by dreadfull night) - Neuer againe to lend her of my light. - - This said: he sweetly doth imbrace his loue, - Yoaking his armes about her Iuory necke: - And calls her wanton _Venus_ milk-white Doue, - VVhose ruddie lips the damaske roses decke. - And euer as his tongue compiles her praise, - Loue daintie Dimples in her cheekes doth raise. - - And meaning now to worke her stratagem - Vpon the silly God, that thinks none ill, - She hugs him in her armes, and kisses him; - (Th'easlyer to intice him to her will.) - And being not able to maintaine the feeld, - Thus she begins (or rather seemes) to yeeld. - - VVoon with thy words, and rauisht with my beauty, - Loe here _Cassandra_ yeelds her selfe to thee, - Requiring nothing for thy vowed duety, - But only firmnesse, Loue, and secrecy: - Which for that now (euen now) I meane to try thee, - A boone I crave; which thou canst not deny me. - - Scarce were these honywords breath'd from her lips, - But he, supposing that she ment good-faith, - Her filed tongues temptations interceps; - And (like a Nouice,) thus to her he saith: - Aske what thou wilt, and I will giue it thee; - Health, wealth, long life, wit, art, or dignitie. - - Here-with she blushing red, (for shame did adde - A crimson tincture to her palish hew,) - Seeming in outward semblance passing glad, - (As one that th'end of her petition knew) - She makes him sweare by vgly _Acheron_, - That he his promise should performe anon. - - Which done: relying on his sacred oath, - She askes of him the gift of prophecie: - He (silent) giues consent: though seeming loath - To grant so much to fraile mortalitie: - But since that he his vowes maie not recall, - He giues to her the sp'rite propheticall. - - But she no sooner had obtain'd her wish, - VVhen straite vnpris'ning her lasciuiuous armes - From his softe bosom (th'aluary of blisse) - She chastely counterchecks loues hote alarmes: - And fearing lest his presence might offend her, - She slips aside; and (absent) doth defend her. - - (_Muliere ne credas, ne mortuæ quidem._) - - Looke how a brightsome Planet in the skie, - (Spangling the Welkin with a golden spot) - Shootes suddenly from the beholders eie, - And leaues him looking there where she is not: - Euen so amazed _Phœbus_ (to descrie her) - Lookes all about, but no where can espie her. - - Not th'hungry Lyon, hauing lost his pray, - With greater furie runneth through the wood, - (Making no signe of momentarie staie, - Till he haue satisfi'd himslfe with blood,) - Then angry _Phœbus_ mounts into the skie: - Threatning the world with his hot-burning eie. - - Now nimbly to his glist'ring Coach he skips, - And churlishlie ascends his loftie chaire, - Yerking his head strong Iades with yron whips, - Whose fearefull neighing ecchoes through the aire, - Snorting out fierie Sulphure from theire nosethrils: - Whose deadly damp the worlds poore people kils. - - Him leaue me (for a while) amids the heauens, - VVreaking his anger on his sturdie steedes: - Whose speedful course the day and night now eeuens, - (The earth dis-robed of her summer weedes) - And nowe black-mantled night with her browne vaile, - Couers each thing that all the world might quaile. - - When loe, _Cassandra_ lying at her rest, - (Her rest were restlesse thoughts:) it so befell, - Her minde with multitude of cares opprest, - Requir'd some sleepe her passions to expell: - Which when sad _Morpheus_ will did vnderstand, - He clos'd her eie-lids with his leaden hand. - - Now sleepeth shee: and as shee sleepes, beholde; - Shee seemes to see the God whom late shee wronged - Standing before her; whose fierce looks vnfold, - His hidden wrath (to whom iust ire belonged) - Seeing, shee sighs, and sighing quak't for feare, - To see the shaddow of her shame appeare. - - Betwixt amaze and dread as shee thus stands, - The fearefull vision drew more neere vnto her: - Aud pynioning her armes in captiue bands - So sure, that mortall wight may not vndoe her, - He with a bloudy knife (oh cruell part,) - With raging fury stabd her to the heart. - - Heerewith awaking from her slumbring sleepe, - (For feare, and care, are enemies to rest:) - At such time as _Aurora_ gins to peepe - And shew her selfe; far orient in the East: - Shee heard a voice which said: O wicked woman, - Why dost thou stil the gods to vengeance summon? - - Thou shalt (indeede) fore-tell of things to come; - And truely, too; (for why my vowes are past) - But heare the end of _Ioues_ eternall doome: - Because thy promise did so little last, - Although thou tell the truth, (this gift I giue thee) - Yet for thy falsehood, no man shall beleeue thee. - - And (for thy sake) this pennance I impose - Vpon the remnant of all woman kinde, - For that they be such truth professed foes; - A constant woman shall be hard to finde: - And that all flesh at my dread name may tremble, - When they weep most, then shall they most dissemble. - - This said _Apollo_ then: And since that time - His words haue proved true as Oracles: - Whose turning thoughtes ambitiously doe clime - To heauens height; and world with lightnes fils: - Whose sex are subject to inconstancie, - As other creatures are to destinie. - - Yet famous _Sabrine_ on thy banks doth rest - The fairest Maide that euer world admired: - Whose constant minde, with heauenly gifts possest - Makes her rare selfe of all the world desired. - In whose chaste thoughts no vanitie doth enter; - So pure a minde _Endymions_ Love hath lent her. - - Queene of my thoughts, but subiect of my verse, - (Divine _Eliza_) pardon my defect: - Whose artlesse pen so rudely doth reherse - Thy beauties worth; (for want of due respect) - Oh pardon thou the follies of my youth; - Pardon my faith, my loue, my zeale, my truth. - - But to _Cassandra_ now: who hauing heard - The cruell sentence of the threatning voice; - At length (too late) begins to waxe affeard, - Lamenting much her vnrepentant choice: - And seeing her hard hap without reliefe, - She sheeds salt teares in token of her griefe. - - Which when _Aurora_ saw, and saw t'was shee, - Euen shee her selfe whose far-renowmed fame - Made all the world to wonder at her beauty, - It mou'd compassion in this ruthfull Dame: - And thinking on her Sonnes sad destinie, - With mournfull teares she beares her companie. - - Great was the mone, which faire _Cassandra_ made: - Greater the kindnesse, which _Aurora_ shew'd: - Whose sorrow with the sunne began to fade, - And her moist teares on th'earths green grasse bestow'd: - Kissing the flowers with her siluer dew, - Whose fading beautie, seem'd her case to rew. - - Scarce was the lonely Easterne Queene departed, - From stately _Ilion_ (whose proud-reared wals - Seem'd to controule the cloudes, till _Vulcan_ darted - Against their Tower his burning fier-bals) - When sweet _Cassandra_ (leauing her soft bed) - In seemely sort her selfe apparelled. - - And hearing that her honourable Sire, - (Old princely _Pryamus Troy's_ aged King) - Was gone into _Ioues_ Temple, to conspire - Against the _Greekes_, (whom he to war did bring) - Shee, (like a Furie), in a bedlam rage, - Runs gadding thither, his fell wrath t'assuage. - - But not preuailing: truely she fore-tolde - The fall of _Troy_ (with bold erected face:) - They count her hare-brain'd, mad, and ouer-bold, - To presse in presence in so graue a place: - But in meane season _Paris_ he is gone, - To bring destruction on faire _Ilion_. - - What, ten-yeeres siedge by force could not subuert, - That, two false traitors in one night destroi'd: - Who richly guerdon'd for their bad desert, - Was of _Æneas_ but small time inioi'd: - Who, for concealement of _Achilles_ loue, - Was banished; from _Ilion_ to remoue. - - King _Pryam_ dead and all the Troians slaine; - (His sonnes, his friends and deere confederates) - And lots now cast for captiues that remaine, - (Whom Death hath spared for more cruell fates) - _Cassandra_ then to _Agamemnon_ fell, - With whom a Lemman she disdain'd to dwell. - - She, weepes; he, wooes; he would, but she would not: - He, tell's his birth; shee, pleades virginitie: - He saith, selfe-pride doth rarest beauty blot: - (And with that word he kist her louingly:) - Shee, yeeldingly resists; he faines to die: - Shee, fall's for feare; he, on her feareleslie. - - But this braue generall of all the _Greekes_, - Was quickly foyled at a womans hands, - For who so rashly such incounters seekes, - Of hard mis-hap in danger euer stands: - Onely chaste thoughts, vertuous abstinence, - Gainst such sweet poyson is the sur'st defence. - - But who can shun the force of beauties blow? - Who is not rauisht with a lonely looke? - Grac'd with a wanton eie, (the hearts dumb show) - Such fish are taken with a siluer hooke: - And when true loue cannot these pearles obtaine - _Vnguentum Album_ is the only meane. - - Farre be it from my thought (diuinest Maid) - To haue relation to thy heauenly hew, - (In whose sweete voice the Muses are imbaid) - No pen can paint thy commendation due: - Saue only that pen, which no pen can be, - An Angels quill, to make a pen for thee. - - But to returne to these vnhappie Louers, - (Sleeping securely in each others armes) - Whose sugred ioies nights sable mantle couers, - Little regarding their ensuing harmes: - Which afterward they iointlie both repented: - "Fate is fore-seene, but neuer is preuented." - - Which saying to be true, this lucklesse Dame - Approued in the sequele of her story: - Now waxing pale, now blushing red (for shame), - She scales her lips with silence (womens glory) - Till _Agamemnon_ vrging her replies, - Thus of his death she truely prophecies. - - The day shall come, (quoth she) O dismal daie! - When thou by false _Ægistus_ shalt be slaine: - Heere could she tell no more; but made a stay. - (From further speech as willing to refraine:) - Not knowing then, nor little did she thinke, - That she with him of that same cup must drinke. - - But what? (fond man) he laughs her skil to scorne, - And iesteth at her diuination: - Ah to what vnbeliefe are Princes borne? - (The onely ouer-throw of many a Nation:) - And so it did befall this lucklesse Prince, - Whom all the world hath much lamented since. - - Insteede of teares, he smileth at her tale: - Insteede of griefe, he makes great shew of gladnes: - But after blisse, there euer followes bale; - And after mirth, there alwaies commeth sadnes: - But gladnesse, blisse, and mirth had so possest him, - That sadnes, bale, and griefe could not molest him. - - Oh cruell _Parcæ_ (quoth _Cassandra_ then) - Why are you _Parcæ_, yet not mou'd with praier? - Oh small security of mortall men, - That liue on earth, and breathe this vitall aire: - When we laugh most, then are we next to sorrow; - The Birds feede vs to-day, we them to-morrow. - - But if the first did little moue his minde, - Her later speeches lesse with him preuailed; - Who beinge wholy to selfe-will inclinde, - Deemes her weake braine with lunacy assailed: - And still the more shee councels him to stay, - The more he striueth to make haste away. - - How on the Seas he scap'd stormes, rocks and sholes, - (Seas that enuide the conquest he had wone, - Gaping like hell to swallow Greekish soules,) - I heere omit; onely suppose it done: - His storm-tyrde Barke safely brings him to shore, - His whole Fleete els, or suncke or lost before. - - Lift vp thy head, thou ashie-cyndred _Troy_, - See the commaunder of thy traitor foes, - That made thy last nights woe, his first daies ioie, - Now gins his night of ioy and daie of woes: - His fall be thy delight, thine was his pride: - As he thee then, so now thou him deride. - - He and _Cassandra_ now are set on shore, - Which he salutes with ioy, she greetes with teares, - Currors are sent that poast to Court before, - Whose tidings fill th'adultrous Queene with feares, - Who with _Ægistus_ in a lust-staind bed, - Her selfe, her King, her State dishonored. - - She wakes the lecher with a loud-strain'd shrike, - Loue-toies they leaue, now doth lament begin: - He flie (quoth he) but she doth that mislike, - Guilt vnto guilt, and sinne she ads to sinne: - Shee meanes to kill (immodest loue to couer) - A kingly husband, for a caytiue louer. - - The peoples ioies, conceiued at his returne, - Their thronging multitudes: their gladsome cries, - Their gleeful hymnes, whiles piles of incense burne: - Their publique shewes, kept at solemnities: - We passe: and tell how King and Queene did meet, - Where he with zeale, she him with guile did greet. - - He (noble Lord) fearelesse of hidden treason, - Sweetely salutes this weeping Crocodile: - Excusing euery cause with instant reason - That kept him from her sight so long a while: - She, faintly pardons him; smiling by Art: - (For life was in her lookes, death in her hart.) - - For pledge that I am pleas'd receiue (quoth shee) - This rich wrought robe, thy _Clytemnestras_ toile: - Her ten yeeres worke this day shall honour thee, - For ten yeeres war, and one daies glorious spoile: - Whil'st thou contendedst there, I heere did this: - Weare it my loue, my life, my ioy, my blisse. - - Scarce had the Syren said what I haue write, - But he (kind Prince) by her milde words misled, - Receiu'd the robe, to trie if it were fit; - (The robe) that had no issue for his head; - Which, whilst he vainly hoped to haue found, - _Ægistus_ pierst him with a mortal wound. - - Oh how the _Troyan_ Damzell was amazed - To see so fell and bloudy a Tragedie, - Performed in one Act; she naught but gazed, - Vpon the picture; whom shee dead did see, - Before her face: whose body she emballms, - With brennish teares, and sudden deadly qualms. - - Faine would she haue fled backe on her swift horse - But _Clytemnestra_ bad her be content, - Her time was com'n: now bootelesse vsd she force, - Against so many; whom this Tygresse sent - To apprehend her: who (within one hower - Brought backe againe) was lockt within a Tower. - - Now is she ioylesse, friendlesse, and (in fine) - Without all hope of further libertie: - Insteed of cates, cold water was her wine, - And _Agamemnons_ corps her meate must be, - Or els she must for hunger starue (poore sole) - What could she do but make great mone and dole. - - So darke the dungeon was, wherein she was, - That neither Sunne (by day) nor Mone (by night) - Did shew themselues: and thus it came to passe. - The Sunne denide to lend his glorious light - To such a periur'd wight, or to be scene; - (What neede she light, that ouer-light had bin?) - - Now silent night drew on; when all things sleepe, - Saue theeves, and cares; and now stil mid-night came: - When sad _Cassandra_ did naught els but weepe; - Oft calling on her _Agamemnons_ name. - But seeing that the dead did not replie, - Thus she begins to mourne, lament, and crie. - - Oh cruell Fortune (mother of despaire,) - Well art thou christen'd with a cruell name: - Since thou regardest not the wise, or faire, - But do'st bestow thy riches (to thy shame) - On fooles and lowly swaines, that care not for thee: - And yet I weepe, and yet thou do'st abhorre me. - - Fie on ambition, fie on filthy pride, - The roote of ill, the cause of all my woe: - On whose fraile yce my youth first slipt aside: - And falling downe, receiu'd a fatall blow. - Ah who hath liu'd to see such miserie - As I haue done, and yet I cannot die? - - I liu'd (quoth she) to see _Troy_ set on fire: - I liu'd to see, renowned _Hector_ slaine: - I liu'd to see, the shame of my desire: - And yet I liue, to feel my grieuous paine: - Let all young maides example take by me, - To keepe their oathes, and spotlesse chastity. - - Happy are they, that neuer liu'd to know - What 'tis to liue in this world happily: - Happy are they which neuer yet felt woe: - Happy are they, that die in infancie: - Whose sins are cancell'd in their mothers wombe: - Whose cradle is their graue, whose lap their tomb. - - Here ended shee; and then her teares began, - That (Chorus-like) at euery word downe rained. - Which like a paire of christall fountaines ran, - Along her lonely cheekes: with roses stained: - Which as they wither still (for want of raine) - Those siluer showers water them againe. - - Now had the poore-mans clock (shrill chauntcleare) - Twice giuen notice of the Mornes approach, - (That then began in glorie to appeare, - Drawne in her stately colour'd saffron-Coach) - When shee (poore Lady) almost turn'd to teares, - Began to teare and rend her golden haires. - - Lie there (quoth shee) the workers of my woes - You trifling toies, which my liues staine haue bin: - You, by whose meanes our coines chiefly growes, - Clothing the backe with pride, the soule with sin: - Lie there (quoth shee) the causers of my care; - This said, her robes she all in pieces tare. - - Here-with, as weary of her wretched life, - (Which shee inioy'd with small felicitie) - She ends her fortune with a fatall knife; - (First day of ioy, last day of miserie:) - Then why is death accounted Nature's foe, - Since death (indeed) is but the end of woe? - - For as by death, her bodie was released - From that strong prison made of lime and stone; - Euen so by death her purest soule was eased, - From bodies prison, and from endlesse mone: - Where now shee walkes in sweete _Elysium_ - (The place for wrongful Death and Martirdum.) - - FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - -The Encomion of Lady Pecunia: - -_OR_ - -The praise of Money. - - _quærenda pecunia primum est, - Virtus post nummos._ Horace. - -By _Richard Barnfeild_, Graduate in _Oxford_. - -[Illustration] - - LONDON, - - Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are - to be sold at his shoppe neere Temple-barre, - at the Signe of the Hand and starre. - - 1598. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To the Gentlemen Readers. - - -[Illustration] - -Gentlemen, being incouraged through your gentle acceptance of my -_Cynthia_, I haue once more aduentured on your Curtesies: hoping to -finde you (as I haue done heretofore) friendly. Being determined to -write of somthing, and yet not resolued of any thing, I considered with -my selfe, if one should write of Loue (they will say) why, euery one -writes of Loue: if of Vertue, why, who regards Vertue? To be short, I -could thinke of nothing, but either it was common, or not at all in -request. At length I bethought my selfe of a Subiect, both new (as -hauing neuer beene written vpon before) and pleasing (as I thought) -because Mans Nature (commonly) loues to heare that praised, with whose -pressence, hee is most pleased. - -_Erasmus_ (the glory of _Netherland_, and the refiner of the Latin -Tongue) wrote a whole Booke, in _the prayse of Folly_. Then if so -excellent a Scholler, writ in praise of Vanity, why may not I write in -praise of that which is profitable? There are no two Countreys, where -Gold is esteemed, lesse than in _India_, and more then in _England:_ -the reason is, because the _Indians_ are barbarous, and our Nation -ciuill. - -I have giuen _Pecunia_ the title of a Woman, Both for the termination -of the Word, and because (as Women are) shee is lov'd of men. The -brauest Voyages in the World, haue beene made for Gold: for it, men -haue venterd (by Sea) to the furthest parts of the Earth: In the -Pursute whereof, _Englands Nestor_ and _Neptune_ (_Haukins_ and -_Drake_) lost their liues. Vpon the Deathes of the which two, of the -first I writ this: - - _The Waters were his Winding sheete, the Sea was made his Toome; - Yet for his fame the Ocean Sea, was not sufficient roome._ - -Of the latter this: - - England _his hart; his Corps the Waters haue; - And that which raysd his fame, became his grave._ - -The _Prætorians_ (after the death of _Pertinax_) in the election of a -new Emperour, more esteemed the money of _Iulianus_, then either the -vertue of _Seuerus_, or the Valour of _Pessennius_. Then of what great -estimation and account, this Lady _Pecunia_, both hath beene in the -Worlde, and is at this present, I leaue to your Iudgement. But what -speake I so much of her praise in my Epistle, that haue commended her -so at large in my Booke? To the reading wherof, (Gentlemen) I referre -you. - -[Illustration] - - -[THE AUTHORS FIRST EPISTLE-DEDICATORY (1605). - -[Collated with the Bridgwater House copy.] - -[Illustration] - - Led by the swift report of winged Fame, - With siluer trumpet, sounding forth your name - To you I dedicate this merry Muse, - And for my Patron, I your fauour chuse: - She is a Lady, she must be respected: - She is a Queene, she may not be neglected. - This is the shadow, you the substance haue, - Which substance now this shadow seems to craue. - - RICHARD BARNFIELD.] - - - - -[Illustration] - -The prayse of Lady Pecunia. - - -[Illustration] - - I Sing not of _Angellica_ the faire, - (For whom the Palladine of _Fraunce_ fell mad) - Nor of sweet _Rosamond_, olde _Cliffords_ heire, - (Whose death did make the second _Henry_ sad) - But of the fairest Faire _Pecunia_, - The famous Queene of rich _America_. - - Goddesse of Golde, great Empresse of the Earth, - O thou that canst doe all Thinges under Heauen: - That doost conuert the saddest minde to Mirth; - (Of whom the elder Age was quite bereauen) - Of thee Ile sing, and in thy Prayse Ile write; - You _golden Angels_ helpe me to indite. - - You, you alone, can make my Muse to speake; - And tell a golden Tale, with siluer Tongue: - You onely can my pleasing silence breake; - And adde some Musique, to a merry Songue: - But amongst all the fiue, in Musicks Art, - I would not sing the _Counter_-tenor part. - - The Meane is best, and that I meane to keepe; - So shall I keepe my selfe from That I meane: - Lest with some Others, I be forc'd to weepe, - And cry _Peccaui_, in a dolefull Scæne. - But to the matter which I haue in hand, - The Lady Regent, both by Sea and Land. - - When _Saturne_ liu'd, and wore the Kingly Crowne, - (And _Ioue_ was yet vnborne, but not vnbred) - This Ladies fame was then of no renowne; - (For Golde was then, no more esteem'd then Lead) - Then Truth and Honesty were onely vs'd, - Siluer and Golde were vtterly refus'd. - - But when the Worlde grew wiser in Conceit, - And saw how Men in manners did decline, - How Charitie began to loose her heate, - And One did at anothers good repine, - Then did the Aged, first of all respect her; - And vowd from thenceforth, neuer to reiect her. - - Thus with the Worlde, her beauty did increase; - And manie Suters had she to obtaine her: - Some sought her in the Wars, and some in peace; - But few of youthfull age, could euer game her: - Or if they did, she soone was gone againe; - And would with them, but little while remaine. - - For why against the Nature of her Sexe, - (That commonlie dispise the feeble Olde) - Shee, loues olde men; but young men she reiects; - Because to her, their Loue is quicklie colde: - Olde men (like Husbands iealous of their Wiues) - Lock her vp fast, and keepe her as their Liues. - - The young man carelesse to maintaine his life, - Neglects her Loue (as though he did abhor her) - Like one that hardly doeth obtaine a wife, - And when he hath her once, he cares not for her: - Shee, seeing that the young man doeth despyse her, - Leaues the franke heart, and flies vnto the Myser. - - Hee intertaines her, with a ioyfull hart; - And seemes to rue her vndeserued wrong: - And from his Pressence, she shall neuer part; - Or if shee doo, he thinkes her Absence long: - And oftentimes he sends for her againe, - Whose life without her, cannot long remaine. - - And when he hath her, in his owne possession, - He locks her in an iron-barred Chest, - And doubting somewhat, of the like Transgression, - He holds that iron-walled Prison best. - And least some _rusty_ sicknesse should infect her, - He often visits her, and doeth respect her. - - As for the young man (subiect vnto sinne) - No maruell though the Diuell doe distresse him; - To tempt mans frailtie, which doth neuer linne, - Who many times, hath not a _Crosse_ to blesse him: - But how can hee incurre the Heauens Curse, - That hath so many _Crosses_ in his Purse? - - Hee needes not feare those wicked sprights, that waulke - Vnder the Couerture of cole-blacke Night; - For why the Diuell still, a _Crosse_ doeth baulke, - Because on it, was hangd the Lorde of Light: - But let not Mysers trust to _siluer Crosses_, - Least in the End, their gaines be turnd to losses. - - But what care they, so they may hoorde vp golde? - Either for God, or Diuell, or Heauen, or Hell? - So they may faire _Pecuniaes_ face behold; - And euery Day, their Mounts of Money tell. - What tho to count their Coyne, they neuer blin, - Count they their Coyne, and counts not God their sin? - - But what talke I of sinne, to Vsurers? - Or looke for mendment, at a Mysers hand? - _Pecunia_, hath so many followers, - Bootlesse it is, her Power to with-stand. - King _Couetise_, and _Warinesse_ his Wife, - The Parents were, that first did giue her Life. - - But now vnto her Praise I will proceede, - Which is as ample, as the Worlde is wide: - What great Contentment doth her Pressence breede - In him, that can his wealth with Wysdome guide? - She is the Soueraigne Queene, of all Delights: - For her the Lawyer pleades; the Souldier fights. - - For her, the Merchant venters on the Seas: - For her, the Scholler studdies at his Booke: - For her, the Vsurer (with greater ease) - For sillie fishes, layes a siluer hooke: - For her, the Townsman leaues the Countrey Village: - For her, the Plowman giues himselte to Tillage. - - For her, the Gentlemen doeth raise his rents: - For her, the Seruingman attends his maister: - For her, the curious head new toyes inuents: - For her, to Sores, the Surgeon layes his plaister. - In fine for her, each man in his Vocation, - Applies himselfe, in euerie sev'rall Nation. - - What can thy hart desire, but thou mayst haue it, - If thou hast readie money to disburse? - Then thanke thy Fortune, that so freely gaue it; - For of all friends, the surest is thy purse. - Friends may proue false, and leaue thee in thy need; - But still thy Purse will bee thy friend indeed. - - Admit thou come, into a place vnknowne; - And no man knowes, of whence, or what thou art: - If once thy faire _Pecunia_, shee be showne, - Thou art esteem'd a man of great Desart: - And placed at the Tables vpper ende; - Not for thine owne sake, but thy faithfull frende. - - But if you want your Ladies louely grace, - And haue not wherewithall to pay your shot, - Your Hostis pressently will step in Place, - You are a Stranger (Sir) I know you not: - By trusting Diuers, I am run in Det; - Therefore of mee, nor meate nor Bed you get. - - O who can then, expresse the worthie praise, - Which faire _Pecunia_ iustly doeth desarue? - That can the meanest man, to Honor raise; - And feed the soule, that ready is to starue. - Affection, which was wont to bee so pure, - Against a golden Siege, may not endure. - - Witnesse the trade of Mercenary sinne; - (Or Occupation, if thou list to tearme it) - Where faire _Pecunia_ must the suite beginne; - (As common-tride Experience doeth confirme it) - Not _Mercury_ himselfe, with siluer Tongue, - Can so inchaunt, as can a golden Songue. - - When nothing could subdue the _Phrygian Troy_, - (That Citty through the world so much renowned) - _Pecunia_ did her vtterly destroy: - And left her fame, in darke Obliuion drowned. - And many Citties since, no lesse in fame, - For Loue of her, haue yeelded to their shame. - - What Thing is then, so well belou'd as money? - It is a speciall Comfort to the minde; - More faire then Women are; more sweet then honey: - Easie to loose, but very harde to finde. - In fine, to him, whose Purse beginns to faint, - Golde is a God, and Siluer is a Saint. - - The Tyme was once, when Honestie was counted - A Demy god; and so esteem'd of all: - But now _Pecunia_ on his Seate is mounted; - Since Honestie in great Disgrace did fall. - No state, no Calling now, doeth him esteeme; - Nor of the other ill, doeth any deeme. - - The reason is, because he is so poore: - (And who respects the poore, and needie Creature?) - Still begging of his almes, from Doore to Doore: - All ragd, and torne; and eeke deformed in feature. - In Countinance so changde, that none can know him; - So weake, and euery vice doeth ouerthrow him. - - But faire _Pecunia_, (most diuinely bred) - For sundrie shapes, doth _Proteus_ selfe surpasse: - In one Lande, she is suted all in Lead; - And in another, she is clad in Brasse: - But still within the Coast of _Albion_, - She euer puts, her best Apparell on. - - Siluer and Golde, and nothing else is currant, - In _Englands_, in faire _Englands_ happy Land: - All baser sorts of Mettalls, haue no Warrant; - Yet secretly they _slip_, from hand to hand. - If any such be tooke, the same is lost, - And pressently is nayled on a Post. - - Which with Quick-siluer, being flourisht ouer, - Seemes to be perfect Siluer, to the showe: - As Woemens paintings, their defects doe couer, - Vnder this false attyre, so doe they goe. - If on a woollen Cloth, thou rub the same, - Then will it straight beginne to blush, for shame. - - If chafed on thy haire, till it be hot, - If it good Siluer bee, the scent is sweete: - If counterfeit, thy chafing hath begot - A ranke-smelt sauour; for a Queene vnmeete: - _Pecunia_ is a Queene, for her Desarts, - And in the Decke, may goe for _Queene of harts_. - - _The Queene of harts_, because she rules all harts; - And hath all harts, obedient to her Will: - Whose Bounty, fame vnto the Worlde imparts; - And with her glory, all the Worlde doeth fill: - The _Queene of Diamonds_, she cannot bee; - There is but one, ELIZA, thou art shee. - - And thou art shee, O sacred Soueraigne; - Whom God hath helpt with his Al-mighty hand: - Blessing thy People, with thy peacefull raigne; - And made this little Land, a happy Land: - May all those liue, that wish long life to thee, - And all the rest, perish eternally. - - Thy tyme was once, when faire _Pecunia_, here - Did basely goe attyred all in Leather: - But since her raigne, she neuer did appeere - But richly clad; in Golde, or Siluer either: - Nor reason is it, that her Golden raigne - With baser Coyne, eclypsed should remaine. - - And as the Coyne, she hath repurifyde, - From baser substance, to the purest Mettels: - Religion so, hath shee refinde beside, - From Papistrie, to Truth; which daily settles - Within her Peoples harts; though some there bee, - That cleaue vnto their wonted Papistrie. - - No flocke of sheepe, but some are still infected: - No peece of Lawne so pure, but hath some fret: - All buildings are not strong, that are erected: - All Plants proue not, that in good ground are set: - Some tares are sowne, amongst the choicest seed: - No garden can be cleansd of euery Weede. - - But now to her, whose praise is her pretended, - (Diuine _Pecunia_) fairer then the morne: - Which cannot be sufficiently commended; - Whose Sun-bright Beauty doeth the Worlde adorne, - Adorns the World, but specially the Purse; - Without whose pressence, nothing can be worse. - - Not faire _Hæsione_ (King of _Priams_ sister) - Did euer showe more Beauty, in her face, - Then can this louely Lady, if it list her - To showe her selfe; admir'd for comely grace: - Which neither Age can weare, nor Tyme conclude; - For why, her Beauty yeerely is renude. - - New Coyne is coynd each yeare, within the Tower; - So that her Beauty neuer can decay: - Which to resist, no mortall man hath Power, - When as she doeth her glorious Beames display. - Nor doeth _Pecunia_, onely please the eie, - But charms the eare, with heauenly Harmonie. - - Lyke to an other _Orpheus_, can she play - Vpon her _treble Harpe_, whose siluer sound - Inchaunts the eare, and steales the hart away: - Nor hardly can deceit, therein be found. - Although such Musique, some a Shilling cost, - Yet is it worth but _Nine-pence_, at the most. - - Had I the sweet inchaunting Tongue of _Tully_, - That charmd the hearers, lyke the Syrens Song; - Yet could I not describe the Prayses fully, - Which to _Pecunia_ iustly doe belong. - Let it suffice, her Beauty doeth excell: - Whose praise no Pen can paint, no Tongue can tell. - - Then how shall I describe, with artlesse Pen, - The praise of her, whose praise, all praise surmounteth? - Breeding amazement, in the mindes of men: - Of whom, this pressent Age to much accounteth. - Varietie of Words, would sooner want, - Then store of plentious matter, would be scant. - - Whether yee list, to looke into the Citty: - (Where money tempts the poore Beholders eye) - Or to the Countrey Townes, deuoyde of Pitty: - (Where to the poore, each place doeth almes denye) - All Thinges for money now, are bought and solde, - That either hart can thinke, or eie beholde. - - Nay more for money (as report doeth tell) - Thou mayst obteine a Pardon for thy sinnes: - The Pope of _Rome_, for money will it sell; - (Whereby thy soule, no small saluation winnes) - But how can hee, (of Pride the chiefe Beginner) - Forgiue thy sinnes, that is himselfe a sinner? - - Then, sith the Pope is subiect vnto sinne, - No maruell tho, diuine _Pecunia_ tempt him, - With her faire Beauty; whose good-will to winne, - Each one contends; and shall we then exempt him. - Did neuer mortall man, yet looke vpon her, - But straightwaies he became, enamourd on her. - - Yet would I wish, the Wight that loues her so, - And hath obtain'd, the like good-will againe, - To vse her wisely, lest she proue his foe; - And so, in stead of Pleasure, breed his paine. - She may be kyst; but shee must not be _clypt:_ - Lest such Delight in bitter gall be dypt. - - The iuyce of grapes, which is a soueraigne Thing - To cheere the hart, and to reuiue the spirits; - Being vsde immoderatly (in surfetting) - Rather Dispraise, then commendation merits: - Euen so _Pecunia_, is, as shee is vsed; - Good of her selfe, but bad if once abused. - - With her, the Tenant payes his Landlords rent: - On her, depends the stay of euery state: - To her, rich Pressents euery day are sent: - In her, it rests to end all dire Debate: - Through her, to Wealth, is raisd the Countrey Boore: - From her, proceedes much proffit to the poore. - - Then how can I, sufficiently commend, - Her Beauties worth, which makes the World to wonder? - Or end her prayse, whose prayses haue no End? - Whose absence brings the stoutest stomack vnder: - Let it suffice, _Pecunia_ hath no peere; - No Wight, no Beauty held; more faire, more deere. - - _FINIS._ - - -[Illustration] - -His Prayer to Pecunia. - -[Illustration] - - Great Lady, sith I haue complyde thy Prayse, - (According to my skill and not thy merit:) - And sought thy Fame aboue the starrs to rayse; - (Had I sweete _Ovids_ vaine, or _Virgils_ spirit) - I craue no more but this, for my good will, - That in my Want, thou wilt supplye me still. - - - - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE - -Complaint of Poetrie, - -for the Death of Liberalitie. - - _Viuit post funera virtus._ - - [Illustration] - - LONDON, - - Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are - to be solde at his shoppe neere Temple-barre, - at the Signe of the Hand and starre. - 1598. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To his Worshipfull wel-willer, Maister _Edward Leigh_, of Grayes Inne. - - -[Illustration] - - Image of that, whose losse is here lamented; - (In whom, so many vertues are containd) - Daine to accept, what I haue now presented. - Though Bounties death, herein be not fained, - In your mind, she not reuiue (with speed) - Then will I sweare, that shee is dead indeed. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -THE COMPLAINT OF - -Poetrie, for the Death of Liberalitie. - - -[Illustration] - - Weepe Heauens now, for you haue lost your light; - Ye Sunne and Moone, beare witnes of my mone: - The cleere is turnd to clouds; the day to night; - And all my hope, and all my ioy is gone: - _Bounty_ is dead, the cause of my annoy; - _Bounty_ is dead, and with her dide my ioy. - - O who can comfort my afflicted soule? - Or adde some ende to my increasing sorrowes? - Who can deliuer me from endlesse dole? - (Which from my hart eternall torment borrowes.) - When _Bounty_ liu'd, I bore the Bell away; - When _Bounty_ dide, my credit did decay. - - I neuer then, did write one verse in vaine; - Nor euer went my Poems vnregarded: - Then did each Noble breast, me intertaine, - And for my Labours I was well rewarded: - But now _Good wordes_, are stept in _Bounties_ place, - Thinking thereby, her glorie to disgrace. - - But who can liue with words, in these hard tymes? - (Although they came from _Iupiter_ himselfe?) - Or who can take such Paiment, for his Rymes? - (When nothing now, is so esteem'd as Pelfe?) - Tis not _Good wordes_, that can a man maintaine; - Wordes are but winde; and winde is all but vaine. - - Where is _Mecænas_, Learnings noble Patron? - (That _Maroes_ Muse, with Bountie so did cherish?) - Or faire _Zenobia_, that worthy Matron? - (Whose name, for Learnings Loue, shall neuer perish) - What tho their Bodies, lie full lowe in graue, - Their fame the worlde; their souls the Heauens haue. - - Vile _Auaricia_, how hast thou inchaunted - The Noble mindes, of great and mightie Men? - Or what infernall furie late hath haunted - Their niggard purses? (to the learned pen) - Was it _Augustus_ wealth, or noble minde, - That euerlasting fame, to him assinde? - - If wealth? Why _Crœsus_ was more rich then hee; - (Yet _Crœsus_ glorie, with his life did end) - It was his Noble mind, that moued mee - To write his praise, and eeke his Acts commend. - Who ere had heard, of _Alexanders_ fame, - If _Quintus Curtius_ had not pend the same? - - Then sith by mee, their deedes haue been declared, - (Which else had perisht with their liues decay) - Who to augment their glories, haue not spared - To crowne their browes, with neuer-fading Bay: - What Art deserues such Liberalitie, - As doeth the peerlesse Art of Poetrie? - - But _Liberalitie_ is dead and gone: - And _Auarice_ vsurps true _Bounties_ seat. - For her it is, I make this endlesse mone, - (Whose praises worth no men can well repeat. - Sweet _Liberalitie_ adiew for euer, - For _Poetrie_ againe, shall see thee neuer. - - Neuer againe, shall I thy presence see: - Neuer againe, shal I thy bountie tast: - Neuer againe, shal I accepted bee: - Neuer againe, shall I be so embrac't: - Neuer againe, shall I the bad recall: - Neuer againe, shall I be lou'd of all: - - Thou wast the Nurse, whose Bountie gaue me sucke: - Thou wast the Sunne, whose beames did lend me light: - Thou wast the Tree, whose fruit I still did plucke: - Thou wast the Patron, to maintaine my right: - Through thee I liu'd; on thee I did relie; - In thee I ioy'd; and now for thee I die. - - What man, hath lately lost a faithfull frend? - Or Husband, is depriued of his Wife? - But doth his after-daies in dolour spend? - (Leading a loathsome, discontented life?) - Dearer then friend, or wife, haue I forgone; - Then maruell not, although I make such mone. - - Faire _Philomela_, cease thy sad complaint; - And lend thine eares, vnto my dolefull Ditty: - (Whose soule with sorrowe, now begins to faint, - And yet I cannot moue mens hearts to pitty:) - Thy woes are light, compared vnto mine: - You waterie Nymphes, to mee your plaints resigne. - - And thou _Melpomene_, (the Muse of Death) - That neuer sing'st, but in a dolefull straine; - Sith cruell Destinie hath stopt her breath, - (Who whilst she liu'd, was Vertues Soueraigne - Leaue _Hellicon_, (whose bankes so pleasant bee) - And beare a part of sorrowe now with mee. - - The Trees (for sorrowe) shead their fading Leaues, - And weepe out gum, in stead of other teares; - Comfort nor ioy, no Creature now conceiues, - To chirpe and sing, each little bird forbeares. - The sillie Sheepe, hangs downe his drooping head, - And all because, that _Bounty_ she is dead. - - The greater that I feele my griefe to be, - The lesser able, am I to expresse it; - Such is the nature of extremitie, - The heart it som-thing eases, to confesse it. - Therefore Ile wake my muse, amidst her sleeping, - And what I want in wordes, supplie with weeping. - - Weepe still mine eies, a Riuer full of Teares, - To drowne my Sorrowe in, that so molests me; - And rid my head of cares; my thoughts of feares: - Exiling sweet Content, that so detests me. - But ah (alas) my Teares are almost dun, - And yet my griefe, it is but new begun. - - Euen as the Sunne, when as it leaues our sight, - Doth shine with those Antipodes, beneath vs; - Lending the other worlde her glorious light, - And dismall Darknesse, onely doeth bequeath vs: - Euen so sweet _Bountie_, seeming dead to mee, - Liues now to none, but smooth-Tongd Flatterie. - - O _Adulation_, Canker-worme of Truth; - The flattring Glasse of Pride, and Self-conceit: - (Making olde wrinkled Age, appeare like youth) - Dissimulations Maske, and follies Beate: - Pittie it is, that thou art so rewarded, - Whilst Truth and Honestie, goe vnregarded. - - O that Nobilitie, it selfe should staine, - In being bountifull, to such vile Creatures: - Who, when they flatter most, then most they faine; - Knowing what humor best, will fit their Natures. - What man so mad, that knowes himselfe but pore, - And will beleeue that he hath riches store. - - Vpon a time, the craftie Foxe did flatter - The foolish Pye (whose mouth was full of meate) - The Pye beleeuing him, began to chatter, - And sing for ioy, (not hauing list to eate) - And whil'st the foolish Pye, her meate let fall, - The craftie Foxe, did runne awaie with all. - - _Terence_ describeth vnder _Gnatoes_ name, - The right conditions of a Parasyte: - (And with such Eloquence, sets foorth the same, - As doeth the learned Reader much delyght) - Shewing, that such a Sycophant as _Gnato_, - In more esteem'd, then twentie such a _Plato_. - - _Bounty_ looke backe, vpon thy goods mispent; - And thinke how ill, thou hast bestow'd thy mony: - Consider not their wordes, but their intent; - Their hearts are gall, although their tongues be hony: - They speake not as they thinke, but all is fained, - And onely to th'intent to be maintained. - - And herein happie, I areade the poore; - No flattring Spanyels, fawne on them for meate: - The reason is, because the Countrey Boore - Hath little enough, for himselfe to eate: - No man will flatter him, except himselfe; - And why? because hee hath no store of wealth. - - But sure it is not _Liberalitie_ - That doeth reward these fawning smel-feasts so: - It is the vice of Prodigalitie, - That doeth the Bankers of _Bounty_ over-flo: - _Bounty_ is dead: yea so it needes must bee; - Or if aliue, yet is shee dead to mee. - - Therefore as one, whose friend is lately dead, - I will bewaile the death, of my deere frend; - Vppon whose Tombe, ten thousand Teares Ile shead, - Till drearie Death, of mee shall make an end: - Or if she want a Toombe, to her desart, - Oh then, Ile burie her within my hart. - - But (_Bounty_) if thou loue a Tombe of stone, - Oh then seeke out, a hard and stonie hart: - For were mine so, yet would it melt with mone, - And all because, that I with thee must part. - Then, if a stonie hart must thee interr, - Goe finde a Step-dame, or a Vsurer. - - And sith there dies no Wight, of great account, - But hath an Epitaph compos'd by mee, - _Bounty_, that did all other far surmount, - Vpon her Tombe, this Epitaph shall bee: - _Here lies the Wight, that Learning did maintaine, - And at the last, by_ AVARICE _was slaine_. - - Vile _Auarice_, why hast thou kildd my Deare? - And robd the World, of such a worthy Treasure? - In whome no sparke of goodnesse doth appeare, - So greedie is thy mind, without all measure, - Thy death, from Death did merit to release her: - The Murtherers deseru'd to die, not _Caesar_. - - The Merchants wife; the Tender-hearted Mother - That leaues her loue; whose Sonne is prest for warre; - (Resting, the one; as woefull as the other;) - Hopes met at length, when ended is the iarre, - To see her Husband; see her Sonne again; - "Were it not then for Hope, the hart were slaine." - - But I, whose hope is turned to despaire - Nere looke to see my dearest Deare againe: - Then _Pleasure_ sit thou downe, in _Sorrowes_ Chaire, - And (for a while) thy wonted Mirth refraine. - _Bounty_ is dead, that whylome was my Treasure, - _Bounty_ is dead, my joy and onely pleasure. - - If _Pythias_ death, of _Damon_ were bewailed; - Or _Pillades_ did rue, _Orestes_ ende: - If _Hercules_, for _Hylas_ losse were quailed; - Or _Theseus_, for _Pyrithous_ Teares did spende: - When doe I mourne for _Bounty_, being dead: - Who liuing, was my hand, my hart, my head. - - My hand, to helpe mee, in my greatest need: - My hart, to comfort mee, in my distresse: - My head, whom onely I obeyd, indeed: - If she were such, how can my griefe be lesse? - Perhaps my wordes, may pierce the _Parcæ's_ eares; - If not with wordes, Ile moue them with my teares. - - But ah (alas) my Teares are spent in vaine, - (For she is dead, and I am left aliue) - Teares cannot call, sweet _Bounty_ backe againe; - Then why doe I, gainst Fate and Fortune striue? - And for her death, thus weepe, lament, and crie; - Sith euery mortall wight, is borne to die. - - But as the woefull mother doeth lament, - Her tender babe, with cruell Death opprest: - Whose life was spotlesse, pure, and innocent, - (And therefore sure, it[s] soule is gone to rest) - So _Bountie_, which her selfe did vpright keepe, - Yet for her losse, loue cannot chuse but weepe. - - The losse of her, is losse to many a one: - The losse of her, is losse vnto the poore: - And therefore not a losse, to mee alone, - But vnto such, as goe from Doore to Doore. - Her losse, is losse vnto the fatherlesse; - And vnto all, that are in great distresse. - - The maimed Souldier, comming from the warre, - The woefull wight, whose house was lately burnd; - The sillie soule; the wofull Traueylar; - And all, whom Fortune at her feet hath spurnd; - Lament the losse of _Liberalitie:_ - "Its ease, to haue in griefe some Companie." - - The Wife of _Hector_ (sad _Andromache_) - Did not bewaile, her husbands death alone: - But (sith he was the _Troians_ onely stay) - The wiues of _Troy_ (for him) made æquall mone. - Shee, shead the teares of Loue; and they of pittie: - Shee, for her deare dead Lord; they, for their Cittie. - - Nor is the Death of _Liberalitie_, - (Although my griefe be greater than the rest) - Onely lamented, and bewaild of mee; - (And yet of mee, she was beloued best) - But, sith she was so bountifull to all, - She is lamented, both of great and small. - - O that my Teares could moue the powres diuine, - That _Bountie_ might be called from the dead: - As Pitty pierc'd the hart of _Proserpine;_ - Who (moued with the Teares _Admetus_ shead) - Did sende him backe againe, his louing Wife; - Who lost her owne, to saue her husbands life. - - Impartiall _Parcæ_, will no prayers moue you? - Can Creatures so diuine, haue stony harts? - Haplesse are they, whose hap it is to proue you, - For you respect no Creatures good Desarts. - O _Atropos_, (the cruelst of the three) - Why hast thou tane, my faithfull friend from mee? - - But ah, she cannot (or shee will not) heare me, - Or if shee doo, yet may not she repent her: - Then come (sweet Death) O why doest thou forbeare me? - Aye mee! thy Dart is blunt, it will not enter. - Oh now I knowe the cause, and reason why; - I am immortall, and I cannot dye. - - So _Cytheræa_ would haue dide, but could not; - When faire _Adonis_ by her side lay slaine: - So I desire the Sisters, what I should not; - For why (alas) I wish for Death in vaine; - Death is their seruant, and obeys their will; - And if they bid him spare, he cannot kill. - - Oh would I were, as other Creatures are; - Then would I die, and so my griefe were ended: - But Death (against my will) my life doeth spare; - (So little with the fates I am befrended) - Sith, when I would, thou doost my sute denie, - Vile Tyrant, when thou wilt, I will not die. - - And _Bounty_, though her body thou hast slaine, - Yet shall her memorie remaine for euer: - For euer, shall her memorie remaine; - Whereof no spitefull Fortune can bereaue her. - Then Sorrowe cease, and wipe thy weeping eye; - For Fame shall liue, when all the World shall dye. - - FINIS. - - - - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE - -Combat, betweene - -Conscience and Couetousnesse, - -in the minde of Man. - - _quid non mortalia pectora cogis - Auri sacra fames?_ Virgil. - -[Illustration] - - LONDON, - - Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are to be solde at his - shoppe neere Temple-barre, at the Signe of the Hand and starre. - 1598. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To his Worshipfull good friend, - -Maister _Iohn Steuenton_, of _Dothill_, in the County of _Salop_, -Esquire. - - -[Illustration] - - Sith Conscience (long since) is exilde the Citty, - O let her in the Countrey, finde some Pitty. - But if she be exilde, the Countrey too, - O let her finde, some fauour yet of you. - -[Illustration] - - - - - -[Illustration] - -The Combat betweene Conscience and Couetousnesse in the mind of Man. - - -[Illustration] - - Now had the cole-blacke steedes, of pitchie Night, - (Breathing out Darknesse) banisht cheerfull Light, - And sleepe (the shaddowe of eternall rest) - My seuerall senses, wholy had possest. - When loe, there was presented to my view, - A vision strange, yet not so strange, as true. - _Conscience_ (me thought) appeared vnto mee, - Cloth'd with good Deedes, with Trueth and Honestie, - Her countinance demure, and sober sad, - Nor any other Ornament shee had. - Then _Couetousnesse_ did incounter her, - Clad in a Cassock, lyke a Vsurer, - The Cassock, it was made of poore-mens skinnes, - Lac'd here and there, with many seuerall sinnes: - Nor was it furd, with any common furre; - Or if it were, himselfe hee was the _fur_. - A Bag of money, in his hande he helde, - The which with hungry eie, he still behelde. - The place wherein this vision first began, - (A spacious plaine) was cald _The Minde of Man_. - The Carle no sooner, _Conscience_ had espyde, - But swelling lyke a Toade, (puft vp with pryde) - He straight began against her to inuey: - These were the wordes, which _Couetise_ did sey. - _Conscience_ (quoth hee) how dar'st thou bee so bold, - To claime the place, that I by right doe hold? - Neither by right, nor might, thou canst obtaine it: - By might (thou knowst full well) thou canst not gaine it. - The greatest Princes are my followars, - The King in Peace, the Captaine in the Warres: - The Courtier, and the simple Countrey-man: - The Iudge, the Merchant, and the Gentleman: - The learned Lawyer, and the Politician: - The skilfull Surgeon, and the fine Physician: - In briefe, all sortes of men mee entertaine, - And hold mee, as their Soules sole Soueraigne, - And in my quarrell, they will fight and die, - Rather then I should suffer iniurie. - And as for title, interest, and right, - Ile proue its mine by that, as well as might, - Though _Couetousnesse_, were vsed long before, - Yet _Iudas_ Treason, made my Fame the more; - When _Christ_ he caused, crucifyde to bee, - For thirtie pence, man solde his minde to mee: - And now adaies, what tenure is more free, - Than that which purchas'd is, with Gold and fee? - - -_Conscience._ - - With patience, haue I heard thy large Complaint, - Wherein the Diuell, would be thought a Saint: - But wot ye what, the Saying is of olde? - One tale is good, vntill anothers tolde. - Truth is the right, that I must stand vpon, - (For other title, hath poore _Conscience_ none) - First I will proue it, by Antiquitie, - That thou art but an vp-start, vnto mee; - Before that thou wast euer thought vpon, - The minde of Man, belongd to mee alone. - For after that the Lord, hath Man created, - And him in blisse-full Paradice had seated; - (Knowing his Nature was to vice inclynde) - God gaue me vnto man, to rule his mynde, - And as it were, his Gouernour to bee, - To guide his minde, in Trueth, and Honestie. - And where thou sayst, that man did sell his soule; - That Argument, I quicklie can controule: - It is a fayned fable, thou doost tell, - That, which is not his owne, he cannot sell; - No man can sell his soule, altho he thought it: - Mans soule is _Christs_, for hee hath dearely bought it. - Therefore vsurping _Couetise_, be gone. - For why, the minde belongs to mee alone. - - -_Couetousnesse._ - - Alas poore _Conscience_, how thou art deceav'd? - As though of senses, thou wert quite bereaud. - What wilt thou say (that thinkst thou canst not erre) - If I can proue my selfe the ancienter? - Though into _Adams_ minde, God did infuse thee, - Before his fall, yet man did neuer vse thee. - What was it else, but _Aurice_ in _Eue_, - (Thinking thereby, in greater Blisse to liue) - That made her taste, of the forbidden fruite? - Of her Desier, was not I the roote? - Did she not couet? (tempted by the Deuill) - The Apple of the Tree, of good and euill? - Before man vsed _Conscience_, she did couet: - Therefore by her Transgression, here I proue it, - That _Couetousnesse_ possest the minde of man, - Before that any _Conscience_ began. - - -_Conscience._ - - Euen as a counterfeited precious stone, - Seemes to bee far more rich, to looke vpon, - Then doeth the right: But when a man comes neere, - His baseness then, doeth euident appeere: - So _Couetise_, the Reasons thou doost tell, - Seeme to be strong, but being weighed well, - They are indeed, but onely meere Illusions, - And doe inforce but very weake Conclusions. - When as the Lord (fore-knowing his offence) - Had giuen man a Charge, of Abstinence, - And to refraine, the fruite of good and ill: - Man had a _Conscience_, to obey his will, - And neuer would be tempted thereunto, - Vntill the Woeman, shee, did worke _man woe_. - And make him breake, the Lords Commaundement, - Which all Mankinde, did afterward repent: - So that thou seest, thy Argument is vaine, - And I am prov'd, the elder of the twaine. - - -_Couetousnesse._ - - Fond Wretch, it was not _Conscience_, but feare, - That made the first man (Adam) to forbeare - To tast the fruite, of the forbidden Tree, - Lest, if offending hee were found to bee, - (According as _Iehouah_ saide on hye, - For his so great Transgression, hee should dye.) - Feare curbd his minde, it was not _Conscience_ then, - (For _Conscience_ freely, rules the harts of men) - And is a godly motion of the mynde, - To euerie vertuous action inclynde, - And not enforc'd, through feare of Punishment, - But is to vertue, voluntary bent: - Then (simple Trul) be packing presentlie, - For in this place, there is no roome for thee. - - -_Conscience._ - - Aye mee (distressed Wight) what shall I doe? - Where shall I rest? Or whither shall I goe? - Vnto the rich? (woes mee) they, doe abhor me: - Vnto the poore? (alas) they, care not for me: - Vnto the Olde-man? hee; hath mee forgot: - Vnto the Young-man? yet hee, knowes me not: - Vnto the Prince? hee; can dispence with me: - Vnto the Magistrate? that, may not bee: - Vnto the Court? for it, I am too base: - Vnto the Countrey? there, I haue no place: - Vnto the Citty? thence; I am exilde: - Vnto the Village? there; I am reuilde: - Vnto the Barre? the Lawyer there, is bribed? - Vnto the Warre? there, _Conscience_ is derided: - Vnto the Temple? there, I am disguised: - Vnto the Market? there, I am dispised: - Thus both the young and olde, the rich and poore, - Against mee (silly Creature) shut their doore. - Then, sith each one seekes my rebuke and shame, - Ile goe againe to Heauen (from whence I came.) - This saide (me thought) making exceeding mone, - She went her way, and left the Carle alone, - Who vaunting of his late-got victorie, - Aduanc'd himselfe in pompe and Maiestie: - Much like a Cocke, who hauing kild his foe, - Brisks vp himselfe, and then begins to crow. - So _Couetise_, when _Conscience_ was departed, - Gan to be proud in minde, and hauty harted: - And in a stately Chayre of state he set him, - (For _Conscience_ banisht) there are none to let him. - And being but one entrie, to this Plaine, - (Whereof as king and Lord, he did remaine) - _Repentance_ cald, he causd that to be kept, - Lest _Conscience_ should returne, whilst as he slept: - Wherefore he causd it, to be watcht and warded - Both night and Day, and to be strongly guarded: - To keepe it safe, these three he did intreat, - _Hardnesse of hart_, with _Falshood_ and _Deceat:_ - And if at any time, she chaunc'd to venter, - _Hardnesse of hart_, denide her still to enter. - When _Conscience_ was exilde the minde of Man, - Then _Couetise_, his gouernment began. - This once being seene, what I had seene before, - (Being onely seene in sleepe) was seene no more; - For with the sorrowe, which my Soule did take - At sight hereof, foorthwith I did awake. - - _FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - - -Poems: - -In diuers humors. - -_Trahit sua quemque voluptas._ Virgil. - -[Illustration] - -LONDON, - - Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are to be solde at his - shoppe neere Temple-barre, at the Signe of the Hand and starre. - 1598. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To the learned, and accomplisht Gentleman, - -Maister _Nicholas Blackleech_, of Grayes Inne. - - -[Illustration] - - To you, that know the tuch of true Conceat; - (Whose many gifts I neede not to repeat) - I vvrite these Lines; fruits of vnriper yeares; - Wherein my Muse no harder censure feares: - Hoping in gentle Worth, you will them take; - Not for the gift, but for the giuers sake. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_SONNET._ I. - -To his friend Maister R. L. In praise of Musique and Poetrie. - - -[Illustration] - - If Musique and sweet Poetrie agree, - As they must needes (the Sister and the Brother) - Then must the Loue be great, twixt thee and mee, - Because thou lou'st the one, and I the other. - _Dowland_ to thee is deare; whose heauenly tuch - Vpon the Lute, doeth rauish humaine sense: - _Spenser_ to mee; whose deepe Conceit is such, - As passing all Conceit, needs no defence. - Thou lou'st to heare the sweete melodious sound, - That _Phœbus_ Lute (the Queene of Musique) makes: - And I in deepe Delight am chiefly drownd, - When as himselfe to singing he betakes. - One God is God of Both (as Poets faigne) - One Knight loues Both, and Both in thee remaine. - - -_SONNET._ II. - -_Against the Dispraysers of Poetrie._ - -[Illustration] - - _Chaucer_ is dead; and _Gower_ lyes in grave; - The Earle of _Surrey_, long agoe is gone; - Sir _Philip Sidneis_ soule, the Heauens haue; - _George Gascoigne_ him beforne, was tomb'd in stone, - Yet, tho their Bodies lye full low in ground, - (As euery thing must dye, that earst was borne) - Their liuing fame, no Fortune can confound; - Nor euer shall their Labours be forlorne. - And you, that discommend sweete Poetrie, - (So that the Subiect of the same be good) - Here may you see, your fond simplicitie; - Sith Kings haue fauord it, of royall Blood. - The King of _Scots_ (now liuing) is a Poet, - As his _Lepanto_, and his _Furies_ shoe it. - -[Illustration] - - -A Remembrance of some English Poets. - -[Illustration] - - Liue _Spenser_ euer, in thy _Fairy Queene:_ - Whose like (for deepe Conceit) was neuer seene. - Crownd mayst thou bee, vnto thy more renowne, - (As King of Poets) with a Lawrell Crowne. - - And _Daniell_, praised for thy sweet-chast Verse: - Whose Fame is grav'd on _Rosamonds_ blacke Herse. - Still mayst thou liue: and still be honored, - For that rare Worke, _The White Rose and the Red_. - - And _Drayton_, whose wel-written Tragedies, - And sweete Epistles, soare thy fame to skies. - Thy learned Name, is æquall with the rest; - Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest. - - And _Shakespeare_ thou, whose hony-flowing Vaine, - (Pleasing the World) thy Praises doth obtaine. - Whose _Venus_, and whose _Lucrece_ (sweete, and chaste) - Thy Name in fames immortall Booke haue plac't. - Liue euer you, at least in Fame liue euer: - Well may the Bodye dye, but Fame dies neuer. - -[Illustration] - - -An Ode. - -[Illustration] - - As it fell vpon a Day, - In the merrie Month of May, - Sitting in a pleasant shade, - Which a groue of Myrtles made, - Beastes did leape, and Birds did sing, - Trees did grow, and Plants did spring: - Euery thing did banish mone, - Saue the Nightingale alone. - Shee (poore Bird) as all forlorne, - Leand her Breast vp-till a Thorne, - And there sung the dolefulst Ditty, - That to heare it was great Pitty. - _Fie_, _fie_, _fie_, now would she cry - _Teru Teru_, by and by: - That to heare her so complaine, - Scarce I could from Teares refraine: - For her griefes so liuely showne, - Made me thinke vpon mine owne. - Ah (thought I) thou mournst in vaine; - None takes Pitty on thy paine: - Senslesse Trees, they cannot heere thee; - Ruthlesse Beares, they wil not cheer thee. - King _Pandion_, hee is dead: - All thy friends are lapt in Lead. - All thy fellow Birds doe singe, - Carelesse of thy sorrowing. - Whilst as fickle Fortune smilde, - Thou and I, were both beguilde. - Euerie one that flatters thee, - Is no friend in miserie: - Words are easie, like the winde; - Faithfull friends are hard to finde: - Euerie man will bee thy friend, - Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend: - But if store of Crownes be scant, - No man will supply thy want. - If that one be prodigall, - Bountifull, they will him call. - And with such-like flattering, - Pitty but hee were a King. - If hee bee adict to vice, - Quickly him, they will intice. - If to Woemen hee be bent, - They haue at Commaundement. - But if Fortune once doe frowne, - Then farewell his great renowne: - They that fawnd on him before, - Vse his company no more. - Hee that is thy friend indeed, - Hee will helpe thee in thy neede: - If thou sorrowe, hee will weepe; - If thou wake, hee cannot sleepe: - Thus of euerie griefe, in hart, - Hee, with thee, doeth beare a Part. - These are certaine Signes, to knowe - Faithfull friend, from flatt'ring foe. - -[Illustration] - - -Written, at the Request of a Gentleman, - -vnder a Gentlewoman's Picture. - -[Illustration] - - Euen as _Apelles_ could not paint _Campaspes_ face aright: - Because _Campaspes_ Sun-bright eyes did dimme _Apelles_ sight: - Euen so, amazed at her sight, her sight, all sights excelling, - Like _Nyobe_ the Painter stoode, her sight his sight expelling, - Thus Art and Nature did contend, who should the Victor bee, - Till Art by Nature was supprest, as all the worlde may see. - - -An Epitaph vpon the Death, of Sir Philip - -Sidney, Knight; Lord-gouernour of Vlissing. - -[Illustration] - - That _England_ lost, that Learning lov'd, that euery mouth commended, - That fame did prayse, that Prince did rayse, that Countrey do defended, - Here lyes the man: lyke to the Swan, who knowing shee shall die, - Doeth tune her voice vnto the Spheares, and scornes Mortalitie. - Two worthie Earls his vncles were; a Lady was his Mother; - A Knight his father; and himselfe a noble Countesse Brother. - Belov'd, bewaild; aliue, now dead; of all, with Teares for euer; - Here lyes Sir _Philip Sidneis_ Corps, whom cruell Death did seuer, - He liv'd for her, hee dyde for her; for whom he dyde, he liued: - O graunt (O God) that wee of her, may neuer be depriued. - - -An Epitaph vpon the Death of his Aunt, - -Mistresse Elizabeth Skrymsher. - -[Illustration] - - Loe here beholde the certaine Ende, of euery liuing wight: - No Creature is secure from Death, for Death will haue his Right. - He spareth none: both rich and poore, both young and olde must die; - So fraile is flesh, so short is Life, so sure Mortalitie. - When first the Bodye liues to Life, the soule first dies to sinne: - And they that loose this earthly Life, a heauenly Life shall winne, - If they liue well: as well she liv'd, that lyeth Vnder heere; - Whose Vertuous Life to all the Worlde, most plainly did appeere. - Good to the poore, friend to the rich, and foe to no Degree: - A President of modest Life, and peerelesse Chastitie. - Who louing more, Who more belov'd of euerie honest mynde? - Who more to Hospitalitie, and Clemencie inclinde - Then she? that being buried here, lyes wrapt in Earth below; - From whence we came, to whom wee must, and bee as shee is now, - A Clodd of Clay: though her pure soule in endlesse Blisse doeth rest; - Ioying all Ioy, the Place of Peace, prepared for the blest: - Where holy Angells sit and sing, before the King of Kings; - Not mynding worldly Vanities, but onely heavenly Things. - Vnto which Ioy, Vnto which Blisse, Vnto which Place of Pleasure, - God graunt that wee may come at last, t' inioy that heauenly Treasure. - Which to obtaine, to liue as shee hath done let us endeuor; - That wee may liue with Christ himselfe, (above) that liues for euer. - - - - -[Illustration] - -A Comparison of the Life of Man. - - -[Illustration] - - Mans life is vvell compared to a feast, - Furnisht with choice of all Varietie: - To it comes Tyme; and as a bidden guest - Hee sets him downe, in Pompe and Maiestie; - The three-folde Age of Man, the Waiters bee, - Then with an earthen voyder (made of clay) - Comes Death, and takes the table clean away. - - FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -ASTROPHEL. - - - A Pastoral Elegy upon - the death of the most noble - and valorous Knight, - Sir PHILIP SIDNEY. - - - _Dedicated - to the most beautiful and virtuous Lady - the Countess of ESSEX._ - - [By EDMUND SPENSER, the Countess - of PEMBROKE, and others.] - - [Printed as an Appendix to _COLIN CLOUT's come home again_, first - printed in 1595; but the epistle of which is dated "From my house - of Kilcolman, the 27 of December, 1591."] - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -Astrophel. - - -[Illustration] - - _Shepherds that wont, on pipes of oaten reed,_ - _Ofttimes to plain your love's concealèd smart;_ - _And with your piteous lays have learned to breed_ - _Compassion in a country lass's heart:_ - _Hearken, ye gentle shepherds, to my song!_ - _And place my doleful plaint, your plaints emong._ - - _To you alone, I sing this mournful verse,_ - _The mournful'st verse that ever man heard tell:_ - _To you whose softened hearts it may empierce_ - _With dolour's dart, for death of ASTROPHEL._ - _To you I sing, and to none other wight,_ - _For well I wot my rhymes been rudely dight._ - - _Yet as they been, if any nicer wit_ - _Shall hap to hear, or covet them to read:_ - _Think he, that such are for such ones most fit,_ - _Made not to please the living but the dead:_ - _And if in him, found pity ever place;_ - _Let him be moved to pity such a case._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_ASTROPHEL._ - -_A Pastoral Elegy upon the death of_ - -_the most noble and valorous Knight,_ - -_Sir PHILIP SIDNEY._ - - -[Illustration] - - A gentle shepherd born in Arcady, - Of gentlest race that ever shepherd bore; - About the grassy banks of Hæmony, - Did keep his sheep, his little stock and store. - Full carefully he kept them day and night - In fairest fields; and ASTROPHEL he hight. - - Young ASTROPHEL! the pride of shepherds' praise. - Young ASTROPHEL! the rustic lasses' love. - Far passing all the pastors of his days - In all that seemly shepherd might behove. - In one thing only failing of the best; - That he was not so happy as the rest. - - For from the time that first the nymph his mother - Him forth did bring; and taught, her lambs to feed: - A slender swain, excelling far each other - In comely shape, like her that did him breed: - He grew up fast in goodness and in grace; - And doubly fair wox both in mind and face. - - Which daily more and more he did augment - With gentle usage and demeanour mild; - That all men's hearts with secret ravishment - He stole away, and wittingly beguiled. - Ne Spite itself--that all good things doth spill-- - Found ought in him, that she could say was ill. - - His sports were fair, his joyance innocent, - Sweet without sour, and honey without gall; - And he himself seemed made for merriment, - Merrily masking both in bower and hall. - There was no pleasure nor delightful play - When ASTROPHEL so ever was away. - - For he could pipe, and dance, and carol sweet; - Emongst the shepherds in their shearing feast: - As summer's lark that with her song doth greet - The dawning day, forth coming from the East. - And lays of love he also would compose. - Thrice happy she! whom he to praise did choose. - - Full many maidens often did him woo, - Them to vouchsafe, emongst his rhymes to name: - Or make for them, as he was wont to do, - For her that did his heart with love inflame; - For which they promised to dight for him, - Gay chaplets of flowers and garlands trim. - - And many a nymph, both of the wood and brook, - Soon as his oaten pipe began to shrill; - Both crystal wells and shady groves forsook, - To hear the charms of his enchanting skill: - And brought him presents; flowers, if it were prime: - Or mellow fruit, if it were harvest time. - - But he for none of them did care a whit; - Yet wood-gods for them oft sighed sore: - Ne for their gifts unworthy of his wit, - Yet not unworthy of the country's store. - For One alone he cared, for One he sighed - His life's treasure, and his dear love's delight. - - STELLA the fair! the fairest star in sky: - As fair as VENUS, or the fairest fair. - A fairer star saw never living eye, - Shot her sharp pointed beams through purest air. - Her, he did love; her, he alone he did honour; - His thoughts, his rhymes, his songs were all upon her. - - To her, he vowed the service of his days; - On her, he spent the riches of his wit; - For her, he made hymns of immortal praise: - Of only her; he sang, he thought, he writ. - Her, and but her, of love he worthy deemed: - For all the rest, but little he esteemed. - - Ne her with idle words alone he vowed, - And verses vain--yet verses are not vain: - But with brave deeds, to her sole service vowed; - And bold achievements, her did entertain. - For both in deeds and words he nurtured was. - Both wise and hardy--too hardy, alas! - - In wrestling, nimble; and in running, swift; - In shooting, steady; and in swimming, strong: - Well made to strike, to throw, to leap, to lift, - And all the sports that shepherds are emong. - In every one, he vanquished every one, - He vanquished all, and vanquished was of none. - - Besides, in hunting such felicity - Or rather infelicity, he found; - That every field and forest far away - He sought, where savage beasts do most abound. - No beast so savage, but he could it kill: - No chase so hard, but he therein had skill. - - Such skill, matched with such courage as he had, - Did prick him forth with proud desire of praise; - To seek abroad, of danger nought y'drad, - His mistress' name and his own fame to raise. - What need, peril to be sought abroad? - Since round about us, it doth make abode. - - It fortuned as he, that perilous game - In foreign soil pursued, far away; - Into a forest wide and waste, he came, - Where store he heard to be of savage prey. - So wide a forest and so waste as this, - Nor famous Ardenne, nor foul Arlo is. - - There his well-woven toils and subtle trains - He laid, the brutish nation to enwrap: - So well he wrought with practice and with pains, - That he of them, great troops did soon entrap. - Full happy man! misweening much, was he; - So rich a spoil within his power to see. - - Eftsoons, all heedless of his dearest hale, - Full greedily into the herd he thrust - To slaughter them and work their final bale, - Lest that his toil should of their troops be burst. - Wide wounds emongst them, many one he made; - Now with his sharp boar spear, now with his blade. - - His care was all, how he them all might kill; - That none might 'scape, so partial unto none. - Ill mind! so much to mind another's ill, - As to become unmindful of his own. - But pardon that unto the cruel skies, - That from himself to them, withdrew his eyes. - - So as he raged emongst that beastly rout; - A cruel beast of most accursèd brood, - Upon him turned--despair makes cowards stout; - And with fell tooth, accustomèd to blood, - Launched his thigh with so mischievous might, - That it both bone and muscle rivèd quite. - - So deadly was the dint, and deep the wound, - And so huge streams of blood thereout did flow; - That he endurèd not the direful stound - But on the cold dear earth, himself did throw. - The whiles the captive herd his nets did rend, - And having none to let; to wood did wend. - - Ah, where were ye this while, his shepherd peers? - To whom alive was nought so dear as he. - And ye fair maids, the matches of his years! - Which in his grace, did boast you most to be? - And where were ye, when he of you had need, - To stop his wound that wondrously did bleed? - - Ah, wretched boy! the shape of drearihead! - And sad ensample of man's sudden end! - Full little faileth, but thou shalt be dead; - Unpitied, unplained of foe or friend: - Whilst none is nigh, thine eyelids up to close; - And kiss thy lips like faded leaves of rose. - - A sort of shepherds suing of the chase, - As they the forest rangèd on a day; - By fate or fortune came unto the place, - Whereas the luckless boy yet bleeding lay. - Yet bleeding lay, and yet would still have bled, - Had not good hap those shepherds thither led. - - They stopped his wound--too late to stop, it was, - And in their arms then softly did him rear: - Tho, as he willed, unto his lovèd lass, - His dearest love, him dolefully did bear. - The doleful'st bier that ever man did see - Was ASTROPHEL, but dearest unto me. - - She, when she saw her love in such a plight, - With curdled blood and filthy gore deformed; - That wont to be with flowers and garlands dight, - And her dear favours dearly well adorned. - Her face, the fairest face that eye might see, - She likewise did deform, like him to be. - - Her yellow locks that shone so bright and long, - As sunny beams in fairest summer's day; - She fiercely tore: and with outrageous wrong, - From her red cheeks, the roses rent away. - And her fair breast, the treasury of joy; - She spoiled thereof, and fillèd with annoy. - - His pallid face, impicturèd with death; - She bathèd oft with tears and drièd oft: - And with sweet kisses, sucked the wasting breath - Out of his lips, like lilies pale and soft. - And oft she called to him, who answered nought; - But only by his looks did tell his thought. - - The rest of her impatient regret - And piteous moan, the which she for him made; - No tongue can tell, nor any forth can set: - But he whose heart, like sorrow did invade. - At last, when pain his vital powers had spent, - His wasted life her weary lodge forewent. - - Which when she saw, she stayèd not a whit, - But after him, did make untimely haste: - Forthwith her ghost out of her corps did flit, - And followed her mate, like turtle chaste. - To prove that death, their hearts cannot divide; - Which living were in love so firmly tied. - - The gods, which all things see, this same beheld. - And pitying this pair of lovers true; - Transformèd them, there lying on the field, - Into one flower that is both red and blue. - It first grows red, and then to blue doth fade; - Like ASTROPHEL, which thereinto was made. - - And in the midst thereof a star appears, - As fairly formed as any star in sky; - Resembling STELLA in her freshest years, - Forth darting beams of beauty from her eyes: - And all the day it standeth full of dew, - Which is the tears that from her eyes did flow. - - That herb of some, "Starlight" is called by name; - Of others _Penthia_, though not so well: - But thou wherever thou dost find the same, - From this day forth do call it _Astrophel_. - And whensoever thou it up dost take; - Do pluck it softly, for that shepherd's sake. - - Hereof when tidings far abroad did pass, - The shepherds all which lovèd him full dear-- - And sure, full dear of all he lovèd was-- - Did thither flock to see what they did hear. - And when that piteous spectacle they viewed, - The same with bitter tears they all bedewed. - - And every one did make exceeding moan, - With inward anguish and great grief opprest; - And every one did weep and wail and moan, - And means devised to show his sorrow best. - That from that hour since first on grassy green, - Shepherds kept sheep; was not like mourning seen. - - But first his sister that CLORINDA hight, - The gentlest shepherdess that lives this day; - And most resembling both in shape and sprite, - Her brother dear, began this doleful lay. - Which lest I mar the sweetness of the verse, - In sort as she it sung, I will rehearse. - - -[Illustration] - - "Aye me! to whom shall I, my case complain, - That may compassion my impatient grief? - Or where shall I unfold my inward pain - That my enriven heart may find relief? - Shall I unto the heavenly powers it show, - Or unto earthly men that dwell below?" - - "To heavens! Ah, they, alas, the authors were - And workers of my unremèdied woe; - For they foresee what to us happens here, - And they foresaw, yet suffered this be so. - From them comes good, from them comes also ill; - That which they made, who can them warn to spill?" - - "To men! Ah, they, alas, like wretched be - And subject to the heaven's ordinance; - Bound to abide whatever they decree, - Their best redress, is their best sufferance. - How then can they, like wretched, comfort me? - The which no less, need comforted to be." - - "Then to myself, will I my sorrow mourn, - Sith none alive like sorrowful remains; - And to myself, my plaints shall back return, - To pay their usury with doubled pains. - The woods, the hills, the rivers shall resound - The mournful accent of my sorrow's ground." - - "Woods, hills and rivers now are desolate; - Sith he is gone the which them all did grace: - And all the fields do wail their widow-state; - Sith death, their fairest flower did late deface. - The fairest flower in field that ever grew, - Was ASTROPHEL: that 'was,' we all may rue." - - "What cruel hand of cursèd foe unknown, - Hath cropped the stalk which bore so fair a flower? - Untimely cropped, before it well were grown, - And clean defacèd in untimely hour. - Great loss to all that ever him see, - Great loss to all, but greatest loss to me." - - "Break now your garlands, O ye shepherds' lasses! - Sith the fair flower, which them adorned, is gone: - The flower, which them adorned, is gone to ashes, - Never again let lass put garland on. - Instead of garland, wear sad cypress now; - And bitter elder, broken from the bough." - - "Ne ever sing the love-lays which he made; - Whoever made such lays of love as he? - Ne ever read the riddles, which he said - Unto yourselves, to make you merry glee. - Your merry glee is now laid all abed, - Your merry-maker now, alas! is dead." - - "Death! the devourer of all world's delight, - Hath robbèd you, and reft from me my joy; - Both you and me and all the world, he quite - Hath robbed of joyance; and left sad annoy. - Joy of the world! and shepherds' pride was he: - Shepherds hope never, like again to see." - - "Oh, Death! that hast us of such riches reft, - Tell us at least, What hast thou with it done? - What is become of him, whose flower here left; - Is but the shadow of his likeness gone. - Scarce like the shadow of that which he was: - Nought like, but that he, like a shade, did pass." - - "But that immortal spirit, which was deckt - With all the dowries of celestial grace; - By sovereign choice from th' heavenly quires select, - And lineally derived from angels' race: - O what is now of it become aread? - Aye me! can so divine a thing be dead?" - - "Ah, no! It is not dead, nor can it die; - But lives for aye in blissful Paradise: - Where like a new-born babe it soft doth lie - In bed of lilies, wrapped in tender wise: - And compassed all about with roses sweet, - And dainty violets from head to feet." - - "There, thousand birds, all of celestial brood, - To him do sweetly carol day and night; - And with strange notes, of him well understood, - Lull him asleep in angelic delight: - Whilst in sweet dream, to him presented be - Immortal beauties, which no eye may see." - - "But he them sees, and takes exceeding pleasure - Of their divine aspects, appearing plain; - And kindling love in him above all measure - Sweet love, still joyous, never feeling pain. - For what so goodly form he there doth see, - He may enjoy, from jealous rancour free." - - "There liveth he in everlasting bliss, - Sweet spirit! never fearing more to die: - Ne dreading harm from any foes of his, - Ne fearing savage beast's more cruelty. - Whilst we here, wretches! wail his private lack; - And with vain vows do often call him back." - - "But live thou there still happy, happy spirit! - And give us leave, thee here thus to lament: - Not thee, that dost thy heaven's joy inherit; - But our own selves, that here in dole are drent. - Thus do we weep and wail, and wear our eyes, - Mourning in others, our own miseries." - - * * * * * - - Which when she ended had, another swain, - Of gentle wit and dainty sweet device; - Whom ASTROPHEL full dear did entertain - Whilst here he lived, and held in passing price: - Hight THESTYLIS, began his mournful tourn, - And made the Muses in his song to mourn. - - And after him, full many other moe, - As every one in order loved him best; - 'Gan dight themselves t'express their inward woe - With doleful lays unto the tune addrest. - The which I here in order will rehearse, - As fittest flowers to deck his mournful hearse. - - -_The mourning Muse of_ THESTYLIS. - -[Illustration] - - Come forth ye nymphs! come forth! forsake your watery bowers! - Forsake your mossy caves; and help me to lament. - Help me to tune my doleful notes to gurgling sound - Of Liffey's tumbling streams. Come let salt tears of ours, - Mix with his waters fresh. O come let one consent - Join us to mourn with wailful plaints the deadly wound - Which fatal clap hath made, decreed by higher powers; - The dreary day in which they have from us yrent - The noblest plant that might from East to West be found. - Mourn! mourn great PHILIP'S fall! mourn we his woeful end, - Whom spiteful death hath plucked untimely from the tree; - While yet his years in flower did promise worthy fruit. - Ah, dreadful MARS! why didst thou not thy knight defend? - What wrathful mood, what fault of ours hath moved thee, - Of such a shining light to leave us destitute? - Thou with benign aspect sometime didst us behold. - Thou hast in Britons' valour ta'en delight of old, - And with thy presence oft vouchsafed to attribute - Fame and renown to us, for glorious martial deeds: - But now their ireful beams have chilled our hearts with cold. - Thou hast estranged thyself and deignest not our land: - Far off to others now, thy favour, honour breeds; - And high disdain doth cause thee shun our clime, I fear. - For hadst thou not been wroth, or that time near at hand; - Thou wouldst have heard the cry that woeful England made: - Eke Zealand's piteous plaints, and Holland's toren hair - Would haply have appeased thy divine angry mind. - Thou shouldst have seen the trees refuse to yield their shade - And wailing to let fall the honour of their head, - And birds in mournful tunes lamenting in their kind. - Up from his tomb, the mighty CORINEUS rose, - Who cursing oft the fates that this mishap had bred, - His hoary locks he tare, calling the heavens unkind. - The Thames was heard to roar, the Rhine, and eke the Meuse, - The Scheldt, the Danow self this great mischance did rue: - With torment and with grief, their fountains pure and clear - Were troubled; and with swelling floods declared their woes. - The Muses comfortless, the nymphs with pallid hue; - The sylvan gods likewise came running far and near; - And all, with hearts bedewed, and eyes cast up on high, - "O help! O help, ye gods!" they ghastly 'gan to cry, - "O change the cruel fate of this so rare a wight - And grant that nature's course may measure out his age!" - The beasts their food forsook, and trembling fearfully, - Each sought his cave or den. This cry did them so fright. - Out from amid the waves, by storm then stirred to rage, - This cry did cause to rise th'old father OCEAN hoar, - Who grave with eld, and full of majesty in sight, - Spake in this wise, "Refrain," quoth he, "your tears and plaints! - Cease these your idle words! Make vain requests no more! - No humble speech nor moan may move the fixèd stint - Of destiny or death. Such is His will that paints - The earth with colours fresh, the darkest skies with store - Of starry lights: and though your tears a heart of flint - Might tender make; yet nought herein will they prevail." - Whiles thus he said, the noble Knight, who 'gan to feel - His vital force to faint, and death with cruel dint - Of direful dart his mortal body to assail: - With eyes lift up to heaven, and courage frank as steel; - With cheerful face where valour lively was exprest, - But humble mind, he said, "O LORD! if ought this frail - And earthly carcass have Thy service sought t'advance; - If my desire have been still to relieve th'opprest; - If Justice to maintain, that valour I have spent - Which Thou me gav'st; or if henceforth I might advance - Thy name, Thy truth: then spare me, LORD! if Thou think best; - Forbear these unripe years! But if Thy will be bent, - If that prefixèd time be come which Thou hast set: - Through pure and fervent faith, I hope now to be placed - In th'everlasting bliss; which with Thy precious blood - Thou purchase didst for us." With that a sigh he fet, - And straight a cloudy mist his senses overcast. - His lips waxed pale and wan, like damask rose's bud - Cast from the stalk; or like in field to purple flower - Which languisheth, being shred by culter as it past. - A trembling chilly cold ran through their veins, which were - With eyes brimful of tears to see his fatal hour: - Whose blustering sighs at first their sorrow did declare; - Next, murmuring ensued; at last they not forbear - Plain outcries; all against the heavens that enviously - Deprived us of a sprite so perfect and so rare. - The sun his lightsome beams did shroud, and hide his face - For grief; whereby the earth feared night eternally: - The mountains eachwhere shook, the rivers turned their streams; - And th'air 'gan winter-like to rage and fret apace: - And grisly ghosts by night were seen; and fiery gleams - Amid the clouds with claps of thunder, that did seem - To rent the skies; and made both man and beast afraid: - The birds of ill presage this luckless chance foretold - By dernful noise; and dogs with howling made man deem - Some mischief was at hand: for such they do esteem - As tokens of mishap; and so have done of old. - Ah, that thou hadst but heard his lovely STELLA plain - Her grievous loss, or seen her heavy mourning cheer; - Whilst she, with woe oppressed, her sorrows did unfold. - Her hair hung loose neglect about her shoulders twain: - And from those two bright stars to him sometime so dear, - Her heart sent drops of pearl; which fell in foison down - 'Twixt lily and the rose. She wrung her hands with pain - And piteously 'gan say, "My true and faithful pheer! - Alas, and woe is me! why should my fortune frown - On me thus frowardly to rob me of my joy? - What cruel envious hand hath taken thee away; - And with thee, my content, my comfort and my stay? - Thou only wast the ease of trouble and annoy: - When they did me assail, in thee my hopes did rest. - Alas, what now is left but grief that night and day - Afflicts this woeful life, and with continual rage - Torments ten thousand ways my miserable breast? - O greedy envious heaven! what needed thee to have - Enriched with such a jewel this unhappy age; - To take it back again so soon? Alas, when shall - Mine eyes see ought that may content them, since thy grave - My only treasure hides, the joy of my poor heart? - As here with thee on earth I lived, even so equal - Methinks it were, with thee in heaven I did abide: - And as our troubles all, we here on earth did part; - So reason would that there, of thy most happy state - I had my share. Alas, if thou my trusty guide - Were wont to be: how canst thou leave me thus alone - In darkness and astray; weak, weary, desolate, - Plunged in a world of woe--refusing for to take - Me with thee, to the place of rest where thou art gone?" - This said, she held her peace, for sorrow tied her tongue: - And instead of more words, seemed that her eyes a lake - Of tears had been, they flowed so plenteously therefrom: - And with her sobs and sighs th'air round about her rung. - If VENUS when she wailed her dear ADONIS slain, - Ought moved in thy fierce heart, compassion of her woe: - His noble sister's plaints, her sighs and tears emong; - Would sure have made thee mild, and inly rue her pain. - AURORA half so fair, herself did never show; - When from old TITHON'S bed, she weeping did arise. - The blinded archer-boy, like lark in shower of rain, - Sat bathing of his wings, and glad the time did spend - Under those crystal drops which fell from her fair eyes; - And at their brightest beams him proined in lovely wise. - Yet sorry for her grief, which he could not amend; - The gentle boy 'gan wipe her eyes, and clear those lights: - Those lights through which his glory and his conquests shine. - The Graces tuckt her hair, which hung like threads of gold - Along her ivory breast, the treasure of delights. - All things with her to weep, it seemèd did incline; - The trees, the hills, the dales, the caves, the stones so cold. - The air did help them mourn, with dark clouds, rain and mist; - Forbearing many a day to clear itself again: - Which made them eftsoons fear the days of PYRRHA should - Of creatures spoil the earth, their fatal threads untwist. - For PHŒBUS' gladsome rays were wishèd for in vain, - And with her quivering light LATONA'S daughter fair; - And Charles' Wain eke refused to be the shipman's guide. - On NEPTUNE, war was made by ÆOLUS and his train. - Who letting loose the winds, tost and tormented th'air, - So that on every coast, men shipwreck did abide, - Or else were swallowed up in open sea with waves: - And such as came to shore were beaten with despair. - The Medway's silver streams that wont so still to slide, - Were troubled now and wroth; whose hidden hollow caves - Along his banks, with fog then shrouded from man's eye, - Aye "PHILIP" did resound, aye "PHILIP" they did cry. - His nymphs were seen no more, though custom still it craves, - With hair spread to the wind, themselves to bathe or sport; - Or with the hook or net, barefooted wantonly - The pleasant dainty fish to entangle or deceive. - The shepherds left their wonted places of resort, - Their bagpipes now were still, their lovely merry lays - Were quite forgot; and now their flocks, men might perceive - To wander and to stray, all carelessly neglect: - And in the stead of mirth and pleasure, nights and days - Nought else was to be heard, but woes, complaints and moan. - But thou, O blessèd soul! dost haply not respect - These tears we shed, though full of loving pure affect; - Having affixt thine eyes on that most glorious throne, - Where full of majesty, the high Creator reigns. - In whose bright shining face thy joys are all complete, - Whose love kindles thy sprite, where happy always one, - Thou liv'st in bliss that earthly passion never stains; - Where from the purest spring the sacred nectar sweet - Is thy continual drink: where thou dost gather now - Of well-employed life, th'estimable gains. - There VENUS on thee smiles, APOLLO gives thee place; - And MARS in reverent wise doth to thy virtue bow, - And decks his fiery sphere, to do thee honour most. - In highest part whereof, thy valour for to grace, - A chair of gold he sets to thee, and there doth tell - Thy noble acts arew; whereby even they that boast - Themselves of ancient fame, as PYRRHUS, HANNIBAL, - SCIPIO and CÆSAR, with the rest that did excel - In martial prowess; high thy glory do admire. - All hail! therefore, O worthy PHILIP immortal! - The flower of SIDNEY'S race, the honour of thy name. - Whose worthy praise to sing, my Muses not aspire. - But sorrowful and sad these tears to thee let fall: - Yet wish their verses might so far and wide thy fame - Extend, that ENVY'S rage nor time might end the same. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_A pastoral Eclogue upon the death of Sir PHILIP SIDNEY, Knight, &c._ - - - =Lycon.= =Colin.= - - =Lycon.= [Illustration] COLIN! well fits thy sad cheer this sad stound, - This woeful stound, wherein all things complain - This great mishap, this grievous loss of ours. - Hear'st thou the Orown? How with hollow sound - He slides away, and murmuring doth plain, - And seems to say unto the fading flowers - Along his banks, unto the barèd trees; - PHILLISIDES is dead. Up, jolly swain! - Thou that with skill canst tune a doleful lay; - Help him to mourn! My heart with grief doth freeze; - Hoarse is my voice with crying, else a part - Sure would I bear, though rude: but as I may, - With sobs and sighs I second will thy song; - And so express the sorrows of my heart. - - =Colin.= Ah LYCON! LYCON! what need skill to teach - A grievèd mind pour forth his plaints? How long - Hath the poor turtle gone to school, weenest thou, - To learn to mourn her lost make? No, no, each - Creature by nature can tell how to wail. - Seest not these flocks; how sad they wander now? - Seemeth their leader's bell, their bleating tunes - In doleful sound. Like him, not one doth fail, - With hanging head to show a heavy cheer. - What bird, I pray thee, hast thou seen that prunes - Himself of late? Did any cheerful note - Come to thine ears, or gladsome sight appear - Unto thine eyes, since that same fatal hour? - Hath not the air put on his mourning coat, - And testified his grief with flowing tears? - Sith then, it seemeth each thing to his power, - Doth us invite to make a sad consort: - Come let us join our mournful song with theirs! - Grief will indite, and sorrow will enforce - Thy voice; and ECHO will our words report. - - =Lycon.= Though my rude rhymes, ill with thy verses frame, - That others far excel: yet will I force - Myself to answer thee the best I can; - And honour my base words with his high name. - But if my plaints annoy thee where thou sit - In secret shade or cave; vouchsafe, O PAN! - To pardon me; and hear this hard constraint - With patience, while I sing; and pity it. - And eke ye rural Muses, that do dwell - In these wild woods: if ever piteous plaint - We did indite, or taught a woeful mind - With words of pure affect, his grief to tell; - Instruct me now! Now COLIN then go on; - And I will follow thee, though far behind. - - =Colin.= PHILLISIDES is dead! O harmful death! - O deadly harm! Unhappy Albion! - When shalt thou see emong thy shepherds all - Any so sage, so perfect? Whom uneath - Envy could touch for virtuous life and skill: - Courteous, valiant, and liberal. - Behold the sacred PALES! where with hair - Untrusst, she sits in shade of yonder hill; - And her fair face bent sadly down, doth send - A flood of tears to bathe the earth: and there - Doth call the heavens despiteful, envious; - Cruel his fate, that made so short an end - Of that same life, well worthy to have been - Prolonged with many years, happy and famous. - The Nymphs and Oreades her round about - Do sit lamenting on the grassy green; - And with shrill cries, beating their whitest breasts, - Accuse the direful dart that DEATH sent out - To give the fatal stroke. The stars they blame; - That deaf or careless seem at their request. - The pleasant shade of stately groves they shun. - They leave their crystal springs, where they wont frame - Sweet bowers of myrtle twigs and laurel fair; - To sport themselves free from the scorching sun. - And now the hollow caves, where HORROR dark - Doth dwell, whence banished is the gladsome air - They seek; and there in mourning spend their time - With wailful tunes; whiles wolves do howl and bark, - And seem to bear a bourdon to their plaint. - - =Lycon.= PHILLISIDES is dead! O doleful rhyme! - Why should my tongue express thee? Who is left - Now to uphold thy hopes, when they do faint; - LYCON unfortunate? What spiteful fate? - What luckless destiny hath thee bereft - Of thy chief comfort, of thy only stay? - Where is become thy wonted happy state? - Alas, wherein through many a hill and dale, - Through pleasant woods, and many an unknown way, - Along the banks of many silver streams, - Thou with him yodest; and with him did scale - The craggy rocks of th'Alps and Appennine? - Still with the Muses sporting, while those beams - Of virtue kindled in his noble breast; - Which after did so gloriously forth shine? - But, woe is me, they now yquenched are - All suddenly, and death hath them oppressed, - Lo, father NEPTUNE! with sad countenance, - How he sits mourning on the strond now bare - Yonder; where th'OCEAN with his rolling waves - The white feet washeth, wailing this mischance, - Of Dover cliffs. His sacred skirt about - The sea gods all are set; from their moist caves, - All for his comfort gathered there they be. - The Thamis rich, the Humber rough and stout, - The fruitful Severn, with the rest; are come - To help their lord to mourn, and eke to see - The doleful sight, and sad pomp funeral - Of the dead corps passing through his kingdom; - And all their heads with cypress garlands crowned: - With woeful shrieks salute him, great and small. - Eke wailful ECHO, forgetting her dear - NARCISSUS, their last accents doth resound. - - =Colin.= PHILLISIDES is dead! O luckless age! - O widow world! O brooks and fountains clear! - O hills! O dales! O woods that oft have rung - With his sweet carolling, which could assuage - The fiercest wrath of tiger or of bear! - Ye sylvans, fawns and satyrs, that emong - These thickets oft have danced after his pipe! - Ye Nymphs and Naiads with golden hair - That oft have left your purest crystal springs - To hearken to his lays, that coulden wipe - Away all grief and sorrow from your hearts! - Alas! who now is left that like him sings? - When shall you hear again like harmony? - So sweet a sound, who to you now imparts? - Lo where engravèd by his hand yet lives - The name of STELLA in yonder bay tree. - Happy name! happy tree! Fair may you grow - And spread your sacred branch, which honour gives, - To famous emperors; and poets crown. - Unhappy flock! that wander scattered now. - What marvel if through grief, ye woxen lean, - Forsake your food, and hang your heads adown? - For such a shepherd never shall you guide; - Whose parting, hath of weal bereft you clean. - - =Lycon.= PHILLISIDES is dead! O happy sprite! - That now in heaven with blessèd souls dost bide. - Look down awhile from where thou sitt'st above, - And see how busy shepherds be to indite - Sad songs of grief, their sorrows to declare; - And grateful memory of their kind love. - Behold myself with COLIN gentle swain, - Whose learned Muse thou cherisht most whilere, - Where we thy name recording, seek to ease - The inward torment and tormenting pain - That thy departure to us both hath bred; - Ne can each other's sorrow yet appease. - Behold the fountains now left desolate, - And withered grass with cypress boughs bespread! - Behold these flowers which on thy grave we strew! - Which faded, show the givers' faded state; - (Though eke they show their fervent zeal and pure) - Whose only comfort on thy welfare grew. - Whose prayers importune shall the heavens for aye, - That to thy ashes, rest they may assure; - That learnedst shepherds honour may thy name - With yearly praises; and the nymphs alway, - Thy tomb may deck with fresh and sweetest flowers; - And that for ever may endure thy fame. - - =Colin.= The sun, lo, hastened hath his face to steep - In western waves, and th'air with stormy showers, - Warns us to drive homewards our silly sheep. - LYCON! let's rise, and take of them good keep. - - _Virtute summa; cætera fortuna._ - - =L. B.= - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_An Elegy, or Friend's Passion_ _for his ASTROPHIL._ - -_Written upon the death of the Right Honourable Sir PHILIP SIDNEY, -Knight, Lord Governor of Flushing._ - - -[Illustration] - - As then, no wind at all there blew, - No swelling cloud accloyed the air, - The sky, like grass of watchet hue, - Reflected PHŒBUS' golden hair; - The garnished tree no pendant stirred, - No voice was heard of any bird. - - There might you see the burly bear, - The lion king, the elephant. - The maiden unicorn was there, - So was ACTÆON'S horned plant: - And what of wild or tame are found, - Were couched in order on the ground. - - ALCIDES' speckled poplar tree; - The palm that monarchs do obtain; - With love juice stained, the mulberry, - The fruit that dews the poet's brain; - And PHILLIS' filbert there away - Compared with myrtle and the bay: - - The tree that coffins doth adorn, - With stately height threat'ning the sky, - And for the bed of love forlorn, - The black and doleful ebony: - All in a circle compassed were - Like to an amphitheatre. - - Upon the branches of those trees, - The air-winged people sat, - Distinguishèd in odd degrees; - One sort is this, another that. - Here PHILOMEL that knows full well - What force and wit in love doth dwell. - - The sky-bred eagle, royal bird, - Perched there upon an oak above; - The turtle by him never stirred, - Example of immortal love. - The swan that sings about to die; - Leaving MEANDER, stood thereby. - - And that which was of wonder most, - The Phœnix left sweet Araby; - And on a cedar in this coast, - Built up her tomb of spicery. - As I conjecture by the same, - Prepared to take her dying flame. - - In midst and centre of this plot, - I saw one grovelling on the grass; - A man or stone, I knew not what. - No stone; of man, the figure was. - And yet I could not count him one, - More than the image made of stone. - - At length I might perceive him rear - His body on his elbows' end: - Earthly and pale with ghastly cheer, - Upon his knees he upward tend; - Seeming like one in uncouth stound, - To be ascending out the ground. - - A grievous sigh forthwith he throws, - As might have torn the vital strings; - Then down his cheeks the tears so flows - As doth the stream of many springs. - So thunder rends the cloud in twain, - And makes a passage for the rain. - - Incontinent with trembling sound, - He woefully 'gan to complain; - Such were the accents as might wound, - And tear a diamond rock in twain. - After his throbs did somewhat stay, - Thus heavily he 'gan to say. - - "O sun!" said he, seeing the sun, - "On wretched me, why dost thou shine? - My star is fallen, my comfort done; - Out is the apple of my eyen. - Shine upon those possess delight, - And let me live in endless night!" - - "O grief! that liest upon my soul, - As heavy as a mount of lead; - The remnant of my life control, - Consort me quickly with the dead! - Half of this heart, this sprite and will, - Died in the breast of ASTROPHIL." - - "And you compassionate of my woe, - Gentle birds, beasts, and shady trees! - I am assured ye long to know - What be the sorrows me aggrieves; - Listen ye then to what ensu'th, - And hear a tale of tears and ruth." - - "You knew, who knew not ASTROPHIL? - (That I should live to say I knew, - And have not in possession still!) - Things known, permit me to renew: - Of him you know, his merit such, - I cannot say, you hear too much." - - "Within these woods of Arcady, - His chief delight and pleasure took: - And on the mountain Partheny, - Upon the crystal liquid brook, - The Muses met him every day; - That taught him sing, to write, and say." - - "When he descended down the mount, - His personage seemed most divine; - A thousand graces one might count - Upon his lovely cheerful eyen: - To hear him speak, and sweetly smile; - You were in Paradise the while." - - "A sweet attractive kind of grace; - A full assurance given by looks; - Continual comfort in a face, - The lineaments of Gospel books. - I trow that countenance cannot lie, - Whose thoughts are legible in the eye." - - "Was ever eye did see that face; - Was never ear did hear that tongue; - Was never mind did mind his grace; - That ever thought the travail long: - But eyes and ears and every thought, - Were with his sweet perfections caught." - - "O GOD! that such a worthy man, - In whom so rare deserts did reign; - Desired thus, must leave us then: - And we to wish for him in vain. - O could the stars that bred that wit, - In force no longer fixèd sit." - - "Then being filled with learned dew, - The Muses willèd him to love: - That instrument can aptly show, - How finely our conceits will move. - As BACCHUS opes dissembled hearts, - So LOVE sets out our better parts." - - "STELLA, a nymph within this wood, - Most rare, and rich of heavenly bliss; - The highest in his fancy stood, - And she could well demerit this. - 'Tis likely, they acquainted soon: - He was a sun, and she a moon." - - "Our ASTROPHIL did STELLA love. - O STELLA! vaunt of ASTROPHIL! - Albeit thy graces gods may move; - Where wilt thou find an ASTROPHIL? - The rose and lily have their prime; - And so hath beauty but a time," - - "Although thy beauty do exceed - In common sight of every eye; - Yet in his poesies when we read, - It is apparent more thereby. - He that hath love and judgment too, - Sees more than any others do." - - "Then ASTROPHIL hath honoured thee. - For when thy body is extinct, - Thy graces shall eternal be. - And live by virtue of his ink. - For by his verses he doth give - To shortlived beauty aye to live." - - "Above all others this is he, - Which erst approvèd in his song - That love and honour might agree, - And that pure love will do no wrong. - Sweet saints! it is no sin nor blame - To love a man of virtuous name." - - "Did never love so sweetly breathe - In any mortal breast before? - Did never Muse inspire beneath, - A poet's brain with finer store? - He wrote of love with high conceit; - And beauty reared above her height." - - "Then PALLAS afterward attired - Our ASTROPHIL with her device, - Whom in his armour heaven admired, - As of the nation of the skies: - He sparkled in his arms afar, - As he were dight with fiery stars." - - "The blaze whereof, when MARS beheld - (An envious eye doth see afar) - 'Such majesty,' quoth he, 'is seld. - Such majesty, my mart may mar. - Perhaps this may a suitor be - To set MARS by his deity.'" - - "In this surmise, he made with speed - An iron can, wherein he put - The thunders that in clouds do breed; - The flame and bolt together shut, - With privy force burst out again; - And so our ASTROPHIL was slain." - - His word, "was slain," straightway did move, - And Nature's inward life-strings twitch, - The sky immediately above, - Was dimmed with hideous clouds of pitch. - The wrastling winds, from out the ground - Filled all the air with rattling sound. - - The bending trees expressed a groan, - And sighed the sorrow of his fall; - The forest beasts made ruthful moan; - The birds did tune their mourning call, - And PHILOMEL for ASTROPHIL, - Unto her notes, annexed a "phil." - - The turtle dove with tones of ruth, - Showed feeling passion of his death; - Methought she said "I tell thee truth, - Was never he that drew in breath, - Unto his love more trusty found, - Than he for whom our griefs abound." - - The swan that was in presence here, - Began his funeral dirge to sing; - "Good things," quoth he, "may scarce appear; - But pass away with speedy wing. - This mortal life as death is tried, - And death gives life, and so he died." - - The general sorrow that was made - Among the creatures of kind, - Fired the Phœnix where she laid, - Her ashes flying with the wind. - So as I might with reason see - That such a Phœnix ne'er should be. - - Haply, the cinders driven about, - May breed an offspring near that kind; - But hardly a peer to that, I doubt: - It cannot sink into my mind - That under branches e'er can be, - Of worth and value as the tree. - - The eagle marked with piercing sight - The mournful habit of the place; - And parted thence with mounting flight, - To signify to JOVE the case: - What sorrow Nature doth sustain, - For ASTROPHIL, by ENVY slain. - - And while I followed with mine eye - The flight the eagle upward took; - All things did vanish by and by, - And disappearèd from my look. - The trees, beasts, birds and grove were gone: - So was the friend that made this moan. - - This spectacle had firmly wrought - A deep compassion in my sprite; - My molten heart issued, methought, - In streams forth at mine eyes aright: - And here my pen is forced to shrink; - My tears discolour so mine ink. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - -_An Epitaph upon the Right Honourable_ Sir PHILIP SIDNEY, Knight, Lord -Governor of Flushing._ - -[Illustration] - - - To praise thy life or wail thy worthy death; - And want thy wit, thy wit pure, high, divine: - Is far beyond the power of mortal line, - Nor any one hath worth that draweth breath. - - Yet rich in zeal, though poor in learning's lore; - And friendly care obscured in secret breast, - And love that envy in thy life supprest, - Thy dear life done, and death hath doubled more. - - And I, that in thy time and living state, - Did only praise thy virtues in my thought; - As one that seld the rising sun hath sought: - With words and tears now wail thy timeless fate. - - Drawn was thy race aright from princely line, - Nor less than such (by gifts that Nature gave, - The common mother that all creatures have) - Doth virtue show, and princely lineage shine. - - A King gave thee thy name; a kingly mind - That GOD thee gave: who found it now too dear - For this base world; and hath resumed it near, - To sit in skies, and 'sort with powers divine. - - Kent, thy birthdays; and Oxford held thy youth. - The heavens made haste, and stayed nor years nor time; - The fruits of age grew ripe in thy first prime: - Thy will, thy words; thy words, the seals of truth. - - Great gifts and wisdom rare employed thee thence, - To treat from kings, with those more great than kings. - Such hope men had to lay the highest things - On thy wise youth, to be transported thence. - - Whence to sharp wars, sweet Honour did thee call, - Thy country's love, religion, and thy friends: - Of worthy men, the marks, the lives and ends; - And her defence, for whom we labour all. - - These didst thou vanquish shame and tedious age, - Grief, sorrow, sickness and base fortune's might. - Thy rising day saw never woeful night, - But passed with praise from off this worldly stage. - - Back to the camp, by thee that day was brought - First, thine own death; and after, thy long fame; - Tears to the soldiers; the proud Castilians' shame; - Virtue expressed; and honour truly taught. - - What hath he lost? that such great grace hath won. - Young years, for endless years; and hope unsure - Of fortune's gifts, for wealth that still shall 'dure. - O happy race! with so great praises run. - - England doth hold thy limbs, that bred the same; - Flanders, thy valour: where it last was tried. - The camp, thy sorrow; where thy body died. - Thy friends, thy want; the world, thy virtue's fame. - - Nations, thy wit; our minds lay up thy love. - Letters, thy learning; thy loss, years long to come. - In worthy hearts, sorrow hath made thy tomb; - Thy soul and sprite enrich the heavens above. - - Thy liberal heart embalmed in grateful tears, - Young sighs, sweet sighs, sage sighs bewail thy fall. - ENVY, her sting; and SPITE, hath left her gall. - MALICE herself, a mourning garment wears. - - That day their HANNIBAL died, our SCIPIO fell: - SCIPIO, CICERO, and PETRARCH of our time: - Whose virtues, wounded by my worthless rhyme, - Let angels speak; and heaven, thy praises tell. - - - - -[Illustration] - -_Another of the same._ - - -[Illustration] - - Silence augmenteth grief! writing increaseth rage! - Stald are my thoughts, which loved and lost the wonder of our age. - Yet quickened now with fire, though dead with frost ere now, - Enraged I write, I know not what. Dead, quick, I know not how. - - Hard-hearted minds relent, and RIGOUR'S tears abound, - And ENVY strangely rues his end, in whom no fault she found; - KNOWLEDGE her light hath lost; VALOUR hath slain her Knight: - SIDNEY is dead! Dead is my friend! Dead is the world's delight. - - PLACE pensive wails his fall, whose presence was her pride. - TIME crieth out "my ebb is come; his life was my springtide." - FAME mourns in that she lost the ground of her reports. - Each living wight laments his lack, and all in sundry sorts. - - He was (woe worth that word!) to each well-thinking mind, - A spotless friend, a matchless man, whose virtue ever shined: - Declaring in his thoughts, his life, and that he writ; - Highest conceits, longest foresights, and deepest works of wit. - - He only like himself, was second unto none, - Whose death (though life) we rue, and wrong, and all in vain do moan. - Their loss, not him; wail they, that fill the world with cries. - DEATH slew not him; but he made death his ladder to the skies. - - Now sink of sorrow I, who live, the more the wrong, - Who wishing death, whom death denies, whose thread is all too long; - Who tied to wretched life, who looks for no relief, - Must spend my ever-dying days in never-ending grief. - - Heartsease and only I like parallels run on, - Whose equal length keep equal breadth, and never meet in one: - Yet for not wronging him, my thoughts, my sorrows' cell, - Shall not run out; though leak they will, for liking him so well. - - Farewell to you! my hopes, my wonted waking dreams. - Farewell sometimes enjoyèd joy! Eclipsèd are thy beams. - Farewell self-pleasing thoughts! which quietness brings forth. - And farewell friendship's sacred league! uniting minds of worth. - - And farewell, merry heart! the gift of guiltless minds; - And all sports! which for life's restore, variety assigns. - Let all that sweet is, void! In me no mirth may dwell. - PHILIP, the cause of all this woe, my life's content, farewell! - - Now rhyme, the son of rage, which art no kin to skill; - And endless grief which deads my life, yet knows not how to kill: - Go, seek that hapless tomb! which if ye hap to find; - Salute the stones that keep the limbs that held so good a mind. - -_FINIS._ - -[Illustration] - - - - - _ALCILIA:_ - - _PHILOPARTHEN's - - Loving Folly._ - - _Non Deus_ (_ut perhibent_) _amor est_, _sed - amaror_, _et error._ - - [Illustration] - - AT LONDON. - - _Printed by R. R. for William Mattes_, - dwelling in Fleet street, at the sign of the - _Hand and Plough._ - - 1595. - - - [The only copy of the 1595 edition, at present known, is in the - City Library, at Hamburg. - - It was recovered, and reprinted in 1875 by Herr WILHELM WAGNER, - Ph.D., in Vol. X. of the _Deutschen Shakespeare-Gesellschaft - Jahrbuch;_ copies of this particular text being also separately - printed. - - A limited Subscription edition, of fifty-one copies, was printed by - Rev. A. B. GROSART, LL.D., F.S.A., of Blackburn, in 1879: with a - fresh collation of the text by B. S. LEESON, Esq., of Hamburg. - - The present modernized text is based on a comparison of the above - two reprints of the 1595 edition with the text of the London - edition of 1613 in which some headings therein inserted between [ - ], on _pp._ 256, 276, 278) first occur.] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_A Letter written by a Gentleman to the Author, his friend._ - - - FRIEND PHILOPARTHEN, - -[Illustration] - -In perusing your Loving Folly, and your Declining from it; I do -behold Reason conquering Passion. The infirmity of loving argueth -you are a man; the firmness thereof, discovereth a good wit and the -best nature: and the falling from it, true virtue. Beauty was always -of force to mislead the wisest; and men of greatest perfection have -had no power to resist Love. The best are accompanied with vices, to -exercise their virtues; whose glory shineth brightest in resisting -motives of pleasure, and in subduing affections. And though I cannot -altogether excuse your Loving Folly; yet I do the less blame you, in -that you loved such a one as was more to be commended for her virtue, -than beauty: albeit even for that too, she was so well accomplished -with the gifts of Nature as in mine conceit (which, for good cause, I -must submit as inferior to yours) there was nothing wanting, either -in the one or the other, that might add more to her worth, except it -were a more due and better regard of your love; which she requited -not according to your deserts, nor answerable to herself in her other -parts of perfection. Yet herein it appeareth you have made good use of -Reason; that being heretofore lost in youthful vanity, have now, by -timely discretion, found yourself! - -Let me entreat you to suffer these your Passionate Sonnets to be -published! which may, peradventure, make others, possessed with the -like Humour of Loving, to follow your example, in leaving; and move -other ALCILIAS (if there be any) to embrace deserving love, while they -may! - -Hereby, also, she shall know, and, it may be, inwardly repent the -loss of your love, and see how much her perfections are blemished by -ingratitude; which will make your happiness greater by adding to your -reputation, than your contentment could have been in enjoying her love. -At the least wise, the wiser sort, however in censuring them, they may -dislike of your errors; yet they cannot but commend and allow of your -reformation: and all others that shall with indifferency read them, may -reap thereby some benefit, or contentment. - -Thus much I have written as a testimony of the good will I bear you! -with whom I do suffer or rejoice according to the quality of your -misfortune or good hap. And so I take my leave; resting, as always, - - Yours most assured, - PHILARETES. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -Author ipse φιλοπάρθενος ad libellum suum. - - -[Illustration] - - _Parve liber Domini vanos dicture labores, - Insomnes noctes, sollicitosque dies, - Errores varios, languentis tædia vitæ, - Mærores certos, gaudia certa minus, - Peruigiles curas, suspiria, vota, querelas, - Et quæcunque pati dura coegit amor. - I precor intrepidus, duram comiterque salutans - Hæc me ejus causa sustinuisse refer. - Te grato excipiet vultu rubicundula, nomen - Cum titulo inscriptum viderit esse suum. - Forsitan et nostri miserebitur illa doloris, - Dicet et, ah quantum deseruisse dolet: - Seque nimis sœvam, crudelemque ipsa vocabit, - Cui non est fidei debita cura meæ; - Quod siquidem eveniet, Domino solaminis illud, - Et tibi supremi muneris instar erit. - Si quis (ut est æquum) fatuos damnaverit ignes, - Pigritiæ fructus ingeniique levis: - Tu Dominum cæcis tenebris errasse, sed ipsum - Erroris tandem pænituisse sui, - Me quoque re vera nec tot, nec tanta tulisse, - Sed ficta ad placitum multa fuisse refer. - Ab quanto satius (nisi mens mihi vana) fuisset - Ista meo penitus delituisse sinu: - Quam levia in lucem prodire, aut luce carentis - Insanam Domini prodere stultitiam. - Nil amor est aliud, quam mentis morbus et error - Nil sapienter agit, nil bene, quisquis amat. - Sed non cuique datur sapere, aut melioribus uti, - Forte erit alterius, qui meus error erat. - Cautior incedit, qui nunquam labitur, atqui - Jam proprio evadam cautior ipse malo. - Si cui delicto gravior mea pœna videtur; - Illius in laudes officiosus eris. - Te si quis simili qui carpitur igne videbit, - Ille suam sortem flebit, et ille meam. - ALCILIÆ obsequium supplex præstare memento, - Non minima officii pars erit illa tui. - Te fortasse sua secura recondet in arca, - Et Solis posthæc luminis orbus eris. - Nil referet, fateor me non prudenter amasse; - Ultima deceptæ sors erit illa spei. - Bis proprio PHŒBUS cursu lustraverat orbem, - Conscius erroris, stultitiœque meæ, - A quo primus amor cœpit penetrare medullas, - Et falsa accensos nutriit arte focos. - Desino jam nugas amplecti, seria posthæc - (Ut Ratio monet) ac utiliora sequor._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_Amoris Præludium._ - -[_Vel, Epistola ad Amicam._] - - -[Illustration] - - To thee, ALCILIA! solace of my youth! - These rude and scattered rhymes I have addressed! - The certain Witness of my Love and Truth, - That truly cannot be in words expressed: - Which, if I shall perceive thou tak'st in gree, - I will, from henceforth, write of none but thee! - - Here may you find the wounds yourself have made! - The many sorrows, I have long sustained! - Here may you see that LOVE must be obeyed! - How much I hoped, how little I have gained! - That as for you, the pains have been endured; - Even so by you, they may, at length, be cured! - - I will not call for aid to any Muse - (It is for learned Poets so to do): - Affection must, my want of Art excuse, - My works must have their patronage from You! - Whose sweet assistance, if obtain I might! - I should be able both to speak and write - -[Sidenote: _Nemini datur amare simul et sapere._] - - Meanwhile, vouchsafe to read this, as assigned - To no man's censure; but to yours alone! - Pardon the faults, that you therein shall find; - And think the writer's heart was not his own! - Experience of examples daily prove - "That no man can be well advised, and love!" - - And though the work itself deserve it not - (Such is your Worth, with my great Wants compared!); - Yet may my love unfeignèd, without spot, - Challenge so much (if more cannot be spared!). - Then, lovely Virgin! take this in good part! - The rest, unseen, is sealed up in the heart. - - Judge not by this, the depth of my affection! - Which far exceeds the measure of my skill; - But rather note herein your own perfection! - So shall appear my want of Art, not will: - Wherefore, this now, as part in lieu of greater, - I offer as an insufficient debtor! - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_Sic incipit Stultorum Tragicomedia._ - - -[Illustration] - - It was my chance, unhappy chance to me! - As, all alone, I wandered on my way; - Void of distrust, from doubt of dangers free, - To pass a grove where LOVE in ambush lay: - Who aiming at me with his feathered dart, - Conveyed it by mine eye unto my heart. - - Where, retchless boy! he let the arrow stick, - When I, as one amazèd, senseless stood. - The hurt was great, yet seemèd but a prick! - The wound was deep, and yet appeared no blood! - But inwardly it bleeds. Proof teacheth this. - When wounds do so, the danger greater is. - - Pausing a while, and grievèd with my wound, - I looked about, expecting some relief: - Small hope of help, no ease of pain I found. - Like, all at once, to perish in my grief: - When hastily, I pluckèd forth the dart; - But left the head fast fixèd in my heart. - - Fast fixèd in my heart, I left the head, - From whence I doubt it will not be removed. - Ah, what unlucky chance that way me led? - O LOVE! thy force thou might'st elsewhere have proved! - And shewed thy power, where thou art not obeyed! - "The conquest's small, where no resist is made." - - But nought, alas, avails it to complain; - I rest resolved, with patience to endure. - The fire being once dispersed through every vein, - It is too late to hope for present cure. - Now PHILOPARTHEN must new follies prove, - And learn a little, what it is to love! - -[Illustration] - - - - - _These Sonnets following were written by the Author - (who giveth himself this feigned name of PHILOPARTHEN - as his accidental attribute), at divers times, and upon - divers occasions; and therefore in the form and - matter they differ, and sometimes are quite - contrary one to another: which ought not to - be misliked, considering the very nature - and quality of Love; which is - a Passion full of variety, - and contrariety - in itself._ - - -I. - -[Sidenote: _Ut vidi, ut perii, ut me malus abstulit error._] - -[Illustration] - - Unhappy Eyes! that first my heart betrayed, - Had you not seen, my grief had not been such! - And yet, how may I, justly, you upbraid! - Since what I saw delighted me so much? - But hence, alas, proceedeth all my smart: - Unhappy Eyes! that first betrayed my heart! - - -II. - - To seek adventures, as Fate hath assigned, - My slender Bark now floats upon the main; - Each troubled thought, an Oar; each sigh, a Wind, - Whose often puffs have rent my Sails in twain. - LOVE steers the Boat, which (for that sight, he lacks) - Is still in danger of ten thousand wracks. - - -III. - - What sudden chance hath changed my wonted cheer, - Which makes me other than I seem to be? - My days of joy, that once were bright and clear, - Are turned to nights! my mirth, to misery! - Ah, well I ween that somewhat is amiss; - But, sooth to say, I know not what it is! - - -IV. - - What, am I dead? Then could I feel no smart! - But still in me the sense of grief reviveth. - Am I alive? Ah, no! I have no heart; - For she that hath it, me of life depriveth. - O that she would restore my heart again; - Or give me hers, to countervail my pain! - - -V. - - If it be Love, to waste long hours in grief; - If it be Love, to wish, and not obtain; - If it be Love, to pine without relief; - If it be Love, to hope and never gain; - Then may you think that he hath truly loved, - Who, for your sake! all this and more, hath proved! - - -VI. - - If that, in ought, mine eyes have done amiss; - Let them receive deserved punishment! - For so the perfect rule of Justice is, - Each for his own deeds, should be praised, or shent. - Then, doubtless, is it both 'gainst Law and Sense, - My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes' offence. - - -VII. - - I am not sick, and yet I am not sound; - I eat and sleep, and yet, methinks, I thrive not. - I sport and laugh, and yet my griefs abound; - I am not dead, and yet, methinks, I live not. - "What uncouth cause hath these strange passions bred, - To make at once, sick, sound, alive, and dead?" - - -VIII. - - Something I want; but what, I cannot say. - O, now I know! It is myself I want! - My Love, with her, hath ta'en my heart away; - Yea, heart and all, and left me very scant. - "Such power hath Love, and nought but Love alone, - To make divided creatures live in one." - - -IX. - - PHILOPARTHEN. "Come, gentle Death! and strike me with thy dart! - Life is but loathsome to a man opprest." - DEATH. "How can I kill thee! when thou hast no heart? - That which thou hadst, is in another's breast!" - PHILOPARTHEN. "Then, must I live, and languish still in pain?" - DEATH. "Yea, till thy Love restore thy heart again!" - - -X. - - Were Love a Fire, my tears might quench it lightly; - Or were it Water, my hot heart might dry it. - If Air, then might it pass away more slightly; - Or were it Earth, the world might soon descry it. - If Fire nor Water, Air nor Earth it be; - What then is it, that thus tormenteth me? - - -XI. - - To paint her outward shape and gifts of mind, - It doth exceed my wit and cunning far. - She hath no fault, but that she is unkind. - All other parts in her so complete are, - That who, to view them throughly would devise, - Must have his body nothing else but eyes. - - -XII. - - Fair is my Love! whose parts are so well framed, - By Nature's special order and direction; - That She herself is more than half ashamed, - In having made a work of such perfection. - And well may Nature blush at such a feature; - Seeing herself excelled in her creature. - - -XIII. - - Her body is straight, slender, and upright; - Her visage comely, and her looks demure - Mixt with a cheerful grace that yields delight; - Her eyes, like stars, bright, shining, clear and pure: - Which I describing, LOVE bids stay my pen, - And says, "It's not a work for mortal men!" - - -XIV. - - The ancient poets write of Graces three, - Which meeting all together in one creature, - In all points, perfect make the Frame to be; - For inward virtues, and for outward feature - But smile, ALCILIA! and the world shall see - That in thine eyes, a hundred Graces be! - - -XV. - - As LOVE had drawn his bow, ready to shoot, - Aiming at me, with resolute intent; - Straight, bow and shaft he cast down at his foot, - And said, "Why, needless, should one shaft be spent? - I'll spare it then, and now it shall suffice - Instead of shafts, to use ALCILIA'S eyes." - - -XVI. - - Blush not, my Love! for fear lest PHŒBUS spy! - Which if he do, then, doubtless, he will say, - "Thou seek'st to dim his clearness with thine eye!" - That clearness, which, from East, brings gladsome day: - But most of all, lest JOVE should see, I dread; - And take thee up to heaven like GANYMEDE. - - -XVII. - - PHILOPARTHEN. "What is the cause ALCILIA is displeased?" - LOVE. "Because she wants that which should most content her." - PHILOPARATHEN. "O did I know it, soon should she be eased!" - LOVE. "Perhaps, thou dost! and that doth most torment her." - PHILOPARTHEN. "Yet, let her ask! what she desires to have." - LOVE. "Guess, by thyself! For maidens must not crave!" - - -XVIII. - - My Love, by chance, her tender finger pricked; - As, in the dark, I strivèd for a kiss: - Whose blood, I seeing, offered to have licked, - But half in anger, she refusèd this. - O that she knew the difference of the smart - 'Twixt her pricked finger, and my piercèd heart! - - -XIX. - - PHILOPARTHEN. "I pray thee, tell! What makes my heart to tremble, - When, on a sudden, I, ALCILIA spy?" - LOVE. "Because thy heart cannot thy joy dissemble! - Thy life and death are both lodged in her eye." - PHILOPARTHEN. "Dost thou not her, with self-same passion strike?" - LOVE. "O, no! Her heart and thine are not alike." - - -XX. - - Such are thy parts of body and of mind; - That if I should not love thee as I do, - I should too much degenerate from Kind, - And think the world would blame my weakness too. - For he, whom such perfections cannot move, - Is either senseless, or not born to love. - - -XXI. - - ALCILIA'S eyes have set my heart on fire, - The pleasing object that my pain doth feed: - Yet still to see those eyes I do desire, - As if my help should from my hurt proceed. - Happy were I, might there in her be found - A will to heal, as there was power to wound. - - -XXII. - - Unwise was he, that painted LOVE a boy; - Who, for his strength, a giant should have been. - It's strange a child should work so great annoy; - Yet howsoever strange, too truly seen. - "But what is he? that dares at LOVE repine; - Whose works are wonders, and himself divine!" - - -XXIII. - - My fair ALCILIA! gladly would I know it, - If ever Loving Passion pierced thy heart? - O, no! For, then, thy kindness soon would show it! - And of my pains, thyself wouldst bear some part. - Full little knoweth he that hath not proved, - What hell it is to love, and not be loved. - - -XXIV. - - LOVE! Art thou blind? Nay, thou canst see too well! - And they are blind that so report of thee! - That thou dost see, myself by proof can tell; - (A hapless proof thereof is made by me); - For sure I am, hadst thou not had thy sight, - Thou never couldst have hit my heart so right. - - -XXV. - - Long have I languished, and endured much smart - Since hapless I, the Cruel Fair did love; - And lodged her in the centre of my heart. - Who, there abiding, Reason should her move. - Though of my pains she no compassion take; - Yet to respect me, for her own sweet sake. - - -XXVI. - - In midst of winter season, as the snow, - Whose milk white mantle overspreads the ground; - In part, the colour of my love is so. - Yet their effects, I have contrary found: - For when the sun appears, snow melts anon; - But I melt always when my sun is gone. - - -XXVII. - - The sweet content, at first, I seemed to prove - (While yet Desire unfledged, could scarcely fly), - Did make me think there was no life to Love; - Till all too late, Time taught the contrary. - For, like a fly, I sported with the flame; - Till, like a fool, I perished in the same. - - -XXVIII. - - After dark night, the cheerful day appeareth; - After an ebb, the river flows again; - After a storm, the cloudy heaven cleareth: - All labours have their end, or ease of pain. - Each creature hath relief and rest, save I, - Who only dying, live; and living, die! - - -XXIX. - - Sometimes I seek for company to sport, - Whereby I might my pensive thoughts beguile; - Sometimes, again, I hide me from resort, - And muse alone: but yet, alas, the while - In changing place, I cannot change my mind; - For wheresoe'er I fly, myself I find. - - -XXX. - -[Sidenote: _Meritum petere grave._] - - Fain would I speak, but straight my heart doth tremble, - And checks my tongue that should my griefs reveal: - And so I strive my Passions to dissemble, - Which all the art I have, cannot conceal. - Thus standing mute, my heart with longing starveth! - "It grieves a man to ask, what he deserveth." - - -XXXI. - - Since you desire of me the cause to know, - For which these divers Passions I have proved; - Look in your glass! which will not fail to show - The shadowed portrait of my best beloved. - If that suffice not, look into my heart! - Where it's engraven by a new found art. - - -XXXII. - - The painful ploughman hath his heart's delight; - Who, though his daily toil his body tireth, - Yet merrily comes whistling home at night, - And sweetly takes the ease his pain requireth: - But neither days nor nights can yield me rest; - Born to be wretched, and to live opprest! - - -XXXIII. - - O well were it, if Nature would devise - That men with men together might engender, - As grafts of trees, one from another rise; - Then nought, of due, to women should we render! - But, vain conceit! that Nature should do this; - Since, well we know, herself a woman is! - - -XXXIV. - - Upon the altar where LOVE'S fires burnèd, - My Sighs and Tears for sacrifice I offered; - When LOVE, in rage, from me his countenance turnèd, - And did reject what I so humbly proffered. - If he, my heart expect, alas, it's gone! - "How can a man give that, is not his own?" - - -XXXV. - - ALCILIA said, "She did not know my mind, - Because my words did not declare my love!" - Thus, where I merit most, least help I find; - And her unkindness all too late I prove. - Grant, LOVE! that She, of whom thou art neglected, - May one day love, and little be respected! - - -XXXVI. - -[Sidenote: _Amor est otiogorum negotium_.] - - The Cynic[9] being asked, "When he should love?" - Made answer, "When he nothing had to do; - For Love was Sloth!" But he did never prove - By his experience, what belonged thereto. - For had he tasted but so much as I, - He would have soon reformed his heresy. - - -XXXVII. - - O judge me not, sweet Love, by outward show - Though sometimes strange I seem, and to neglect thee! - Yet didst thou, but my inward Passions know, - Thou shouldst perceive how highly I respect thee! - "When looks are fixed, the heart ofttimes doth tremble! - "Little loves he, that cannot much dissemble!" - - -XXXVIII. - - Parting from thee! even from myself I part. - Thou art the star, by which my life is guided! - I have the body, but thou hast the heart! - The better part is from itself divided. - Thus do I live, and this I do sustain, - Till gracious Fortune make us meet again! - - -XXXIX. - - Open the sluices of my feeble eyes, - And let my tears have passage from their fountain! - Fill all the earth, with plaints! the air, with cries! - Which may pierce rocks, and reach the highest mountain - That so, LOVE'S wrath, by these extremes appeased; - My griefs may cease, and my poor heart be eased. - - -XL. - - "After long sickness, health brings more delight." - "Seas seem more calm, by storms once overblown." - "The day more cheerful, by the passed night." - "Each thing is, by his contrary best known." - "Continual ease is pain: Change sometimes meeter." - "Discords in music make music sweeter." - - -XLI. - - Fear to offend forbids my tongue to speak, - And signs and sighs must tell my inward woe: - But (ay the while) my heart with grief doth break, - And she, by signs, my sorrow will not know. - "The stillest streams we see in deepest fords; - And Love is greatest, when it wanteth words." - - -XLII. - - "No pain so great but may be eased by Art." - "Though much we suffer, yet despair we should not." - "In midst of griefs, Hope always hath some part; - And Time may heal, what Art and Reason could not." - O what is then this Passion I endure, - Which neither Reason, Art, nor Time can cure? - - -XLIII. - - Pale Jealousy! Fiend of the eternal Night! - Misshapen creature, born before thy time! - The Imp of Horror! Foe to sweet Delight! - Making each error seem an heinous crime. - Ah, too great pity! (were there remedy), - That ever Love should keep Thee company! - - -XLIV. - -[Sidenote: _Solstit: brumal._ - -_This Sonnet was devised upon the shortest day of the year._] - - The days are now come to their shortest date; - And must, in time, by course, increase again. - But only I continue at one state, - Void of all hope of help, or ease of pain; - For days of joy must still be short with me, - And nights of sorrow must prolongèd be. - - -XLV. - - Sleep now, my Muse! and henceforth take thy rest! - Which all too long thyself in vain hath wasted. - Let it suffice I still must live opprest; - And of my pains, the fruit must ne'er be tasted. - Then sleep, my Muse! "Fate cannot be withstood." - "It's better sleep; than wake, and do no good." - - -XLVI. - - Why should I love, since She doth prove ungrateful: - Since, for reward, I reap nought but disdain. - Love thus to be requited, it is hateful! - And Reason would, I should not love in vain. - Yet all in vain, when all is out of season, - For "Love hath no society with Reason." - - -XLVII. - - Heart's Ease and I have been at odds, too long! - I follow fast, but still he flies from me! - I sue for grace, and yet sustain the wrong; - So gladly would I reconcilèd be. - LOVE! make us one! So shalt thou work a wonder; - Uniting them, that were so far asunder. - - -XLVIII. - - "Uncouth, unkist," our ancient Poet[10] said. - And he that hides his wants, when he hath need, - May, after, have his want of wit bewrayed; - And fail of his desire, when others speed. - Then boldly speak! "The worst is at first entering!" - "Much good success men miss, for lack of venturing!" - - -XLIX. - - Declare the griefs wherewith thou art opprest, - And let the world be witness of thy woes! - Let not thy thoughts lie buried in thy breast; - But let thy tongue, thy discontents disclose! - For "who conceals his pain when he is grieved, - May well be pitied, but no way relieved." - - -L. - -[Sidenote: _Ne amor ne signoria vuole compagnia._] - - Wretched is he that loving, sets his heart - On her, whose love, from pure affection swerveth; - Who doth permit each one to have a part - Of that, which none but he alone deserveth. - Give all, or none! For once, of this be sure! - "Lordship and Love no partners may endure." - - -LI. - - Who spends the weary day in pensive thought, - And night in dreams of horror and affright; - Whose wealth is want; whose hope is come to nought; - Himself, the mark for Love's and Fortune's spite: - Let him appear, if any such there be! - His case and mine more fitly will agree. - - -LII. - - Fair tree, but fruitless! sometimes full of sap! - Which now yields nought at all, that may delight me! - Some cruel frost, or some untimely hap - Hath made thee barren, only to despite me! - Such trees, in vain, with hope do feed Desire; - And serve for fuel to increase Love's fire. - - -LIII. - - In company (whiles sad and mute I sit, - My thoughts elsewhere, than there I seem to be) - Possessed with some deep melancholy fit; - One of my friends observes the same in me, - And says in jest, which I in earnest prove, - "He looks like one, that had lost his First Love!" - - -LIV. - - 'Twixt Hope and Fear, in doubtful balance peazed, - My fate, my fortune, and my love depends. - Sometimes my Hope is raised, when LOVE is pleased; - Which Fear weighs down, when ought his will offends. - The heavens are sometimes clear, and sometimes lower; - And "he that loves, must taste both sweet and sour!" - - -LV. - - Retire, my wandering Thoughts! unto your rest! - Do not, henceforth, consume yourselves in vain! - No mortal man, in all points, can be blest; - What now is mine, may be another's pain. - The watery clouds are clear, when storms are past; - And "things, in their extremes, long cannot last." - - -LVI. - -[Sidenote: _Visus. Sermo. Tactus._] - - The fire of Love is first bred in the Eye, - And thence conveys his heat unto the Heart, - Where it lies hid, till time his force descry. - The Tongue thereto adds fuel for his part; - The touch of Lips, which doth succeed the same, - Kindles the rest, and so it proves a flame. - - -LVII. - - The tender Sprigs that sprouted in the field, - And promised hope of fruit to him that planted; - Instead of fruit, doth nought but blossoms yield, - Though care, and pain to prune them never wanted: - Even so, my hopes do nought but blossoms prove, - And yield no fruits to recompense my love. - - -LVIII. - - Though little sign of love in show appear; - Yet think, True Love, of colours hath no need! - It's not the glorious garments, which men wear, - That makes them other than they are indeed: - "In meanest show, the most affection dwells; - And richest pearls are found in simplest shells." - - -LIX. - -[Sidenote: _MARTIAL. Ille dolet vere, qui sine teste dolet._] - - Let not thy tongue, thy inward thoughts disclose! - Or tell the sorrows that thy heart endures! - Let no man's ears be witness of thy woes! - Since pity, neither help nor ease procures: - And "only he is, truly, said to moan, - Whose griefs none knoweth but himself alone." - - -LX. - -[Sidenote: _Alteri inserviens meipsum conficio._] - - A thousand times; I curse these idle rhymes, - Which do their Maker's follies vain set forth; - Yet bless I them again, as many times, - For that in them, I blaze ALCILIA'S worth. - Meanwhile, I fare, as doth the torch by night, - Which wastes itself in giving others light. - - -LXI. - - Enough of this! For all is nought regarded! - And She, not once, with my complaints is moved. - Die, hapless love! since thou art not rewarded; - Yet ere thou die, to witness that I loved! - Report my truth! and tell the Fair unkind, - That "She hath lost, what none but She shall find! - - -LXII. - - Lovers, lament! You that have truly loved! - For PHILOPARTHEN, now, hath lost his love: - The greatest loss that ever lover proved. - O let his hard hap some compassion move! - Who had not rued the loss of her so much; - But that he knows the world yields no more such. - - -LXIII. - - Upon the ocean of conceited error, - My weary spirits, many storms have past; - Which now in harbour, free from wonted terror, - Joy the possession of their rest at last. - And, henceforth, safely may they lie at road! - And never rove for "Had I wist!" abroad! - -FOOTNOTES: - -[Footnote 9: _DIOGENES._] - -[Footnote 10: _CHAUCER._] - - - - -[Illustration] - -_LOVE'S Accusation at the Judgement Seat_ _of REASON; wherein the -Author's whole_ _success in his love is covertly_ _deciphered._ - -[Compare this, with GASCOIGNE'S poem, _Vol. I. p._ 63.] - - -[Illustration] - - IN REASON'S Court, myself being Plaintiff there, - LOVE was, by process, summoned to appear. - That so the wrongs, which he had done to me, - Might be made known; and all the world might see: - And seeing, rue what to my cost I proved; - While faithful, but unfortunate I loved. - - After I had obtainèd audience; - I thus began to give in evidence. - -[_The Author's Evidence against LOVE._] - - "Most sacred Queen! and Sovereign of man's heart! - Which of the mind dost rule the better part! - First bred in heaven, and from thence, hither sent - To guide men's actions by thy regiment! - Vouchsafe a while to hear the sad complaint - Of him that LOVE hath long kept in restraint; - And, as to you it properly belongs, - Grant justice of my undeservèd wrongs! - It's now two years, as I remember well, - Since first this wretch, (sent from the nether hell, - To plague the world with new-found cruelties), - Under the shadow of two crystal Eyes, - Betrayed my Sense; and, as I slumbering lay, - Feloniously conveyed my heart away; - Which most unjustly he detained from me, - And exercised thereon strange tyranny. - Sometime his manner was, in sport and game, - With briars and thorns, to raze and prick the same; - Sometime with nettles of Desire to sting it; - Sometime with pincons[11] of Despair to wring it; - Sometime again, he would anoint the sore, - And heal the place that he had hurt before: - But hurtful helps! and ministered in vain! - Which servèd only to renew my pain. - For, after that, more wounds he added still, - Which piercèd deep, but had no power to kill. - Unhappy medicine! which, instead of cure, - Gives strength to make the patient more endure! - But that which was most strange of all the rest - (Myself being thus 'twixt life and death distrest), - Ofttimes, when as my pain exceeded measure, - He would persuade me that the same was pleasure; - My solemn sadness, but contentment meet; - My travail, rest; and all my sour, sweet; - My wounds, but gentle strokes: whereat he smiled, - And by these slights, my careless youth beguiled. - Thus did I fare, as one that living died, - (For greater pains, I think, hath no man tried) - Disquiet thoughts, like furies in my breast - Nourished the poison that my spirits possesst. - Now Grief, then Joy; now War, then Peace unstable, - Nought sure I had, but to be miserable. - I cannot utter all, I must confess. - Men may conceive more than they can express! - But (to be short), which cannot be excused, - With vain illusions, LOVE, my hope abused; - Persuading me I stood upon firm ground - When, unawares, myself on sands I found. - This is the point which most I do enforce! - That Love, without all pity or remorse, - Did suffer me to languish still in grief - Void of contentment, succour, or relief: - And when I looked my pains should be rewarded, - I did perceive, that they were nought regarded. - For why? Alas, these hapless eyes did see - ALCILIA loved another more than me! - So in the end, when I expected most; - My hope, my love, and fortune thus were crost." - - Proceeding further, REASON bad me stay - For the Defendant had some thing to say. - Then to the Judge, for justice, loud I cried! - And so I pausèd: and LOVE thus replied. - -FOOTNOTE: - -[Footnote 11: _pincers._] - - -[_LOVE'S Reply to the Author._] - - "Since REASON ought to lend indifferent ears - Unto both parties, and judge as truth appears; - Most gracious Lady! give me leave to speak, - And answer his Complaint, that seeks to wreak - His spite and malice on me, without cause; - In charging me to have transgressed thy laws! - Of all his follies, he imputes the blame - To me, poor LOVE! that nought deserves the same. - Himself it is, that hath abusèd me! - As by mine answer, shall well proved be. - Fond youth! thou knowest what I for thee effected! - Though, now, I find it little be respected. - I purged thy wit, which was before but gross. - The metal pure, I severed from the dross, - And did inspire thee with my sweetest fire - That kindled in thee Courage and Desire: - Not like unto those servile Passions - Which cumber men's imaginations - With Avarice, Ambition, and Vainglory; - Desire of things fleeting and transitory. - No base conceit, but such as Powers above - Have known and felt, I mean, th' Instinct of Love; - Which making men, all earthly things despise, - Transports them to a heavenly paradise. - Where thou complain'st of sorrows in thy heart, - Who lives on earth but therein hath his part? - Are these thy fruits? Are these thy best rewards - For all the pleasing glances, sly regards, - The sweet stol'n kisses, amorous conceits, - So many smiles, so many fair intreats, - Such kindness as ALCILIA did bestow - All for my sake! as well thyself dost know? - That LOVE should thus be used, it is hateful! - But 'all is lost, that's done for one ungrateful.' - Where he allegeth that he was abusèd - In that he truly loving, was refusèd: - That's most untrue! and plainly may be tried. - Who never asked, could never be denied! - But he affected rather single life, - Than yoke of marriage, matching with a wife. - And most men, now, make love to none but heires[ses] - Poor love! GOD wot! that poverty empairs. - Worldly respects, LOVE little doth regard. - 'Who loves, hath only love for his reward!' - - [Sidenote: _The description - of a - foolhardy - Lover._] - - He merits a lover's name, indeed! - That casts no doubts, which vain suspicion breed: - But desperately at hazard, throws the dice, - Neglecting due regard of friends' advice; - That wrestles with his fortune and his fate, - Which had ordained to better his estate; - That hath no care of wealth, no fear of lack, - But ventures forward, though he see his wrack; - That with Hope's wings, like ICARUS doth fly, - Though for his rashness, he like fortune try; - That, to his fame, the world of him may tell - How, while he soared aloft, adown he fell. - And so True Love awarded him his doom - In scaling heaven, to have made the sea his tomb; - That making shipwreck of his dearest fame, - Betrays himself to poverty and shame; - That hath no sense of sorrow, or repent, - No dread of perils far or imminent; - But doth prefer before all pomp or pelf, - The sweet of love as dearer than himself. - Who, were his passage stopped by sword and fire, - Would make way through, to compass his Desire. - For which he would (though heaven and earth forbad it) - Hazard to lose a kingdom, if he had it. - These be the things wherein I glory most, - Whereof, this my Accuser cannot boast: - Who was indifferent to his loss or gain; - And better pleased to fail, than to obtain. - All qualified affections, LOVE doth hate! - And likes him best that's most intemperate. - But hence, proceeds his malice and despite; - While he himself bars of his own delight. - For when as he, ALCILIA first affected, - (Like one in show, that love little respected) - He masqued, disguised, and entertained his thought - With hope of that, which he in secret sought; - And still forbare to utter his desire, - Till his delay receive her worthy hire. - And well we know, what maids themselves would have, - Men must sue for, and by petition crave. - But he regarding more his Wealth, than Will; - Hath little care his Fancy to fulfil. - Yet when he saw ALCILIA loved another; - The secret fire, which in his breast did smother, - Began to smoke, and soon had proved a flame: - If Temperance had not allayed the same. - Which, afterward, so quenched he did not find - But that some sparks remainèd still behind. - Thus, when time served, he did refuse to crave it; - And yet envied another man should have it! - As though, fair maids should wait, at young men's pleasure, - Whilst they, 'twixt sport and earnest, love at leisure. - Nay, at the first! when it is kindly proffered! - Maids must accept; least twice, it be not offered! - Else though their beauty seem their good t'importune, - Yet may they lose the better of their fortune. - Thus, as this Fondling coldly went about it; - So in the end, he clearly went without it. - For while he, doubtful, seemed to make a stay, - A Mongrel stole the maiden's heart away; - For which, though he lamented much in shew, - Yet was he, inward, glad it fell out so. - Now, REASON! you may plainly judge by this, - Not I, but he, the false dissembler is: - Who, while fond hope his lukewarm love did feed, - Made sign of more than he sustained indeed: - And filled his rhymes with fables and with lies, - Which, without Passion, he did oft devise; - So to delude the ignorance of such - That pitied him, thinking he loved too much. - And with conceit, rather to shew his Wit, - Than manifest his faithful Love by it. - Much more than this, could I lay to his charge; - But time would fail to open all at large. - Let this suffice to prove his bad intent, - And prove that LOVE is clear and innocent." - - Thus, at the length, though late, he made an end, - And both of us did earnestly, attend - The final judgement, REASON should award: - When thus she 'gan to speak. "With due regard, - The matter hath been heard, on either side. - For judgement, you must longer time abide! - The cause is weighty, and of great import." - And so she, smiling, did adjourn the Court. - - Little availed it, then, to argue more; - So I returned in worse case than before. - - -_LOVE Deciphered._ - -[Illustration] - - LOVE and I are now divided, - Conceit, by Error, was misguided. - ALCILIA hath my love despised! - "No man loves, that is advised." - "Time at length, hath Truth detected." - LOVE hath missed what he expected. - Yet missing that, which long he sought; - I have found that, I little thought. - "Errors, in time, may be redrest," - "The shortest follies are the best." - - Love and Youth are now asunder; - Reason's glory, Nature's wonder. - My thoughts, long bound, are now enlarged; - My Folly's penance is discharged: - Thus Time hath altered my estate. - "Repentance never comes too late." - Ah, well I find that Love is nought - But folly, and an idle thought. - The difference is 'twixt LOVE and me, - That he is blind, and I can see. - - Love is honey mixed with gall! - A thraldom free, a freedom thrall! - A bitter sweet, a pleasant sour! - Got in a year, lost in an hour! - A peaceful war, a warlike peace! - Whose wealth brings want; whose want, increase! - Full long pursuit, and little gain! - Uncertain pleasure, certain pain! - Regard of neither right nor wrong! - For short delights, repentance long! - - Love is the sickness of the thought! - Conceit of pleasure, dearly bought! - A restless Passion of the mind! - A labyrinth of errors blind! - A sugared poison! fair deceit! - A bait for fools! a furious heat! - A chilling cold! a wondrous passion - Exceeding man's imagination! - Which none can tell in whole, or part, - But only he that feels the smart. - - Love is sorrow mixt with gladness! - Fear, with hope! and hope, with madness! - Long did I love, but all in vain; - I loving, was not loved again: - For which my heart sustained much woe. - It fits not maids to use men so! - Just deserts are not regarded, - Never love so ill rewarded! - But "all is lost that is not sought!" - "Oft wit proves best, that's dearest bought! - - Women were made for men's relief; - To comfort, not to cause their grief. - Where most I merit, least I find: - No marvel! since that love is blind. - Had She been kind, as She was fair, - My case had been more strange and rare. - But women love not by desert! - Reason in them hath weakest part! - Then, henceforth, let them love that list, - I will beware of "Had I wist!" - - These faults had better been concealed, - Than to my shame abroad revealed. - Yet though my youth did thus miscarry, - My harms may make others more wary. - Love is but a youthful fit, - And some men say "It's sign of wit!" - But he that loves as I have done; - To pass the day, and see no sun: - Must change his note, and sing _Erravi!_ - Or else may chance to cry _Peccavi!_ - - The longest day must have his night, - Reason triumphs in Love's despite. - I follow now Discretion's lore; - "Henceforth to like; but love no more!" - Then gently pardon what is past! - For LOVE draws onwards to his last. - "He walks," they say, "with wary eye; - Whose footsteps never tread awry!" - My Muse a better work intends: - And here my Loving Folly ends. - - After long storms and tempests past, - I see the haven at the last; - Where I must rest my weary bark, - And there unlade my care and cark. - My pains and travails long endured, - And all my wounds must there be cured. - Joys, out of date, shall be renewed; - To think of perils past eschewed. - When I shall sit full blithe and jolly, - And talk of lovers and their folly. - - Then LOVE and FOLLY, both adieu! - Long have I been misled by you. - FOLLY may new adventures try! - But REASON says that "LOVE must die!" - Yea, die indeed, although grieve him; - For my cold heart cannot relieve him! - Yet for her sake, whom once I loved, - (Though all in vain, as time hath proved) - I'll take the pain, if She consent! - To write his Will and Testament. - - -_LOVE's last Will and Testament._ - -[Illustration] - - My spirit, I bequeath unto the air! - My Body shall unto the earth repair! - My Burning Brand, unto the Prince of Hell; - T'increase men's pains that there in darkness dwell! - For well I ween, above nor under ground, - A greater pain than that, may not be found. - My sweet Conceits of Pleasure and Delight, - To EREBUS! and to Eternal Night! - My Sighs, my Tears, my Passions, and Laments, - Distrust, Despair; all these my hourly rents, - With other plagues that lovers' minds enthral: - Unto OBLIVION, I bequeath them all! - My broken Bow, and Shafts, I give to REASON! - My Cruelties, my Slights, and forged Treason, - To Womankind! and to their seed, for aye! - To wreak their spite, and work poor men's decay. - Reserving only for ALCILIA's part, - Small kindness, and less care of lovers' smart. - For She is from the vulgar sort excepted; - And had She, PHILOPARTHEN's love respected, - Requiting it with like affection, - She might have had the praise of all perfection. - This done; if I have any Faith and Troth; - To PHILOPARTHEN, I assign them both! - For unto him, of right, they do belong - Who loving truly, suffered too much wrong. - TIME shall be sole Executor of my will; - Who may these things, in order due fulfil, - To warrant this my Testament for good; - I have subscribed it, with my dying blood." - - And so he died, that all this bale had bred. - And yet my heart misdoubts he is not dead: - For, sure, I fear, should I ALCILIA spy; - She might, eftsoons, revive him with her eye! - Such power divine remaineth in her sight; - To make him live again, in Death's despite. - -[Illustration] - - - - - _The Sonnets following were written by the Author, - after he began to decline from his Passionate - Affection; and in them, he seemeth to - please himself with describing the - Vanity of Love, the Frailty - of Beauty, and the - sour fruits of - Repentance._ - - -I. - -[Sidenote: _Chi non si fida, non vient ingannato._] - -[Illustration] - - Now have I spun the web of my own woes, - And laboured long to purchase my own loss. - Too late I see, I was beguiled with shows. - And that which once seemed gold, now - proves but dross. - Thus am I, both of help and hope bereaved. - "He never tried that never was deceived. - - -II. - - Once did I love, but more than once repent; - When vintage came, my grapes were sour, or rotten. - Long time in grief and pensive thoughts I spent; - And all for that, which Time hath made forgotten. - O strange effects of time! which, once being lost, - Make men secure of that they loved most. - - -III. - - Thus have I long in th'air of Error hovered, - And run my ship upon Repentance's shelf. - Truth hath the veil of Ignorance uncovered, - And made me see; and seeing, know myself. - Of former follies, now, I must repent, - And count this work, part of my time ill spent. - - -IV. - - What thing is LOVE? "A tyrant of the Mind!" - "Begot by heat of Youth; brought forth by Sloth; - Nursed with vain Thoughts, and changing as the wind!" - "A deep Dissembler, void of faith and troth!" - "Fraught with fond errors, doubts, despite, disdain, - And all the plagues that earth and hell contain!" - - -V. - - Like to a man that wanders all the day - Through ways unknown, to seek a thing of worth, - And, at the night, sees he hath gone astray; - As near his end, as when he first set forth: - Such is my case, whose hope untimely crost, - After long errors, proves my labour lost. - - -VI. - - Failed of that hap, whereto my hope aspired, - Deprived of that which might have been mine own: - Another, now, must have what I desired; - And things too late, by their events are known. - Thus do we wish for that cannot be got; - And when it may, then we regard it not. - - -VII. - - Ingrateful LOVE! since thou hast played thy part! - (Enthralling him, whom Time hath since made free) - It rests with me, to use both Wit and Art, - That of my wrongs I may revenged be: - And in those eyes, where first thou took'st thy fire! - Thyself shalt perish, through my cold desire. - - -VIII. - - "Grieve not thyself, for that cannot be had! - And things, once cureless, let them cureless rest!" - "Blame not thy fortune, though thou deem it bad! - What's past and gone will never be redrest." - "The only help, for that cannot be gained, - Is to forget it might have been obtained." - - -IX. - - How happy, once, did I myself esteem! - While Love with Hope, my fond Desire did cherish: - My state as blissful as a King's did seem, - Had I been sure my joys should never perish. - "The thoughts of men are fed with expectation." - "Pleasures themselves are but imagination." - - -X. - - Why should we hope for that which is to come, - Where the event is doubtful, and unknown? - Such fond presumptions soon receive their doom, - When things expected we count as our own; - Whose issue, ofttimes, in the end proves nought - But hope! a shadow, and an idle thought. - - -XI. - - In vain do we complain our life is short, - (Which well disposed, great matters might effect) - While we ourselves, in toys and idle sport, - Consume the better part without respect. - And careless (as though time should never end it) - 'Twixt sleep, and waking, prodigally spend it. - - -XII. - - Youthful Desire is like the summer season - That lasts not long; for winter must succeed: - And so our Passions must give place to Reason; - And riper years, more ripe effects must breed. - Of all the seed, Youth sowed in vain desires, - I reaped nought, but thistles, thorns, and briars. - - -XIII. - -[Sidenote: _Chi non fa, non falla; chi falla, l'amenda._] - - "To err and do amiss, is given to men by Kind." - "Who walks so sure, but sometimes treads awry?" - But to continue still in errors blind, - A bad and bestial nature doth descry. - "Who proves not; fails not; and brings nought to end: - Who proves and fails, may, afterward, amend." - - -XIV. - - There was but One, and doubtless She the best! - Whom I did more than all the world esteem: - She having failed, I disavow the rest; - For, now, I find "things are not as they seem." - "Default of that, wherein our will is crost, - Ofttimes, unto our good availeth most." - - -XV. - -[Sidenote: _Chi va, e ritorna, fa buon viaggio._] - - I fare like him who, now his land-hope spent, - By unknown seas, sails to the Indian shore; - Returning thence no richer than he went, - Yet cannot much his fortune blame therefore. - Since "Whoso ventures forth upon the Main, - Makes a good mart, if he return again." - - -XVI. - - Lovers' Conceits are like a flatt'ring Glass, - That makes the lookers fairer than they are; - Who, pleased in their deceit, contented pass. - Such once was mine, who thought there was none fair, - None witty, modest, virtuous but She; - Yet now I find the Glass abusèd me. - - -XVII. - - Adieu, fond Love! the Mother of all Error! - Replete with hope and fear, with joy and pain. - False fire of Fancy! full of care and terror. - Shadow of pleasures fleeting, short, and vain! - Die, loathèd Love! Receive thy latest doom! - "Night be thy grave! and Oblivion be thy tomb!" - - -XVIII. - -[Sidenote: _Nihil agenda male agere discimus._] - - Who would be rapt up into the third heaven - To see a world of strange imaginations? - Who, careless, would leave all at six and seven, - To wander in a labyrinth of Passions? - Who would, at once, all kinds of folly prove; - When he hath nought to do, then let him love! - - -XIX. - - What thing is Beauty? "Nature's dearest Minion!" - "The Snare of Youth! like the inconstant moon - Waxing and waning!" "Error of Opinion!" - "A Morning's Flower, that withereth ere noon!" - "A swelling Fruit! no sooner ripe, than rotten!" - "Which sickness makes forlorn, and time forgotten!" - - -XX. - - The Spring of Youth, which now is in his prime; - Winter of Age, with hoary frosts shall nip! - Beauty shall then be made the prey of Time! - And sour Remorse, deceitful Pleasures whip! - Then, henceforth, let Discretion rule Desire! - And Reason quench the flame of CUPID'S fire! - -XXI. - - O what a life was that sometime I led! - When Love with Passions did my peace encumber; - While, like a man neither alive nor dead, - I was rapt from myself, as one in slumber: - Whose idle senses, charmed with fond illusion, - Did nourish that which bred their own confusion. - - -XXII. - - The child, for ever after, dreads the fire; - That once therewith by chance his finger burned. - Water of Time distilled doth cool Desire. - "And far he ran," they say, "that never turned." - After long storms, I see the port at last. - Farewell, Folly! For now my love is past! - - -XXIII. - - Base servile thoughts of men, too much dejected, - That seek, and crouch, and kneel for women's grace! - Of whom, your pain and service is neglected; - Yourselves, despised; rivals, before your face! - The more you sue, the less you shall obtain! - The less you win, the more shall be your gain! - - -XXIV. - - In looking back unto my follies past; - While I the present, with times past compare, - And think how many hours I then did waste - Painting on clouds, and building in the air: - I sigh within myself, and say in sadness, - "This thing which fools call Love, is nought but Madness!" - - -XXV. - - "The things we have, we most of all neglect; - And that we have not, greedily we crave. - The things we may have, little we respect; - And still we covet, that we cannot have. - Yet, howsoe'er, in our conceit, we prize them; - No sooner gotten, but we straight despise them." - - -XXVI. - - Who seats his love upon a woman's will, - And thinks thereon to build a happy state; - Shall be deceived, when least he thinks of ill, - And rue his folly when it is too late. - He ploughs on sand, and sows upon the wind, - That hopes for constant love in Womankind. - - -XXVII. - - I will no longer spend my time in toys! - Seeing Love is Error, Folly, and Offence; - An idle fit for fond and reckless boys, - Or else for men deprived of common sense. - 'Twixt Lunacy and Love, these odds appear; - Th' one makes fools, monthly; th' other, all the year. - - -XXVIII. - - While season served to sow, my plough stood still; - My graffs unset, when other's trees did bloom. - I spent the Spring in sloth, and slept my fill; - But never thought of Winter's cold to come; - Till Spring was past, the Summer well nigh gone; - When I awaked, and saw my harvest none. - - -XXIX. - - Now LOVE sits all alone, in black attire; - His broken bow, and arrows lying by him; - His fire extinct, that whilom fed Desire; - Himself the scorn of lovers that pass by him: - Who, this day, freely may disport and play; - For it is PHILOPARTHEN's Holiday. - - -XXX. - -[Sidenote: _Otia si tellas periere Cupidinis arcus._] - - Nay, think not LOVE! with all thy cunning slight, - To catch me once again! Thou com'st too late! - Stern Industry puts Idleness to flight: - And Time hath changed both my name and state. - Then seek elsewhere for mates, that may befriend thee! - For I am busy, and cannot attend thee! - - -XXXI. - - Loose Idleness! the Nurse of fond Desire! - Root of all ills that do our youth betide; - That, whilom, didst, through love, my wrack conspire: - I banish thee! and rather wish t'abide - All austere hardness, and continual pain; - Than to revoke thee! or to love again! - - -XXXII. - - The time will come when, looking in a glass, - Thy rivelled face, with sorrow thou shalt see! - And sighing, say, "It is not as it was! - These cheeks were wont more fresh and fair to be! - But now, what once made me so much admired - Is least regarded, and of none desired!" - - -XXXIII. - -[Sidenote: _Temporis soltus honesta est avaritia._] - - Though thou be fair, think Beauty but a blast! - A morning's dew! a shadow quickly gone! - A painted flower, whose colour will not last! - Time steals away, when least we think thereon. - Most precious time! too wastefully expended; - Of which alone, the sparing is commended. - - -XXXIV. - - How vain is Youth that, crossed in his Desire, - Doth fret and fume, and inwardly repine; - As though 'gainst heaven itself, he would conspire; - And with his fraility, 'gainst his fate combine, - Who of itself continues constant still; - And doth us good, ofttimes against our will. - - -XXXV. - - In prime of Youth, when years and Wit were ripe, - Unhappy Will, to ruin led the way. - Wit danced about, when Folly 'gan to pipe; - And Will and he together went astray. - Nought then but Pleasure, was the good they sought! - Which now Repentance proves too dearly bought. - - -XXXVI. - -[Sidenote: _Est virtus placitis abstinuisse bonis._] - - He that in matters of delight and pleasure, - Can bridle his outrageous affection; - And temper it in some indifferent measure, - Doth prove himself a man of good direction. - In conquering Will, true courage most is shown; - And sweet temptations makes men's virtues known. - - -XXXVII. - -[Sidenote: _Invidia fatorum series summisque negatum staro diu._] - - Each natural thing, by course of Kind, we see, - In his perfection long continueth not. - Fruits once full ripe, will then fall from the tree; - Or in due time not gathered, soon will rot. - It is decreed, by doom of Powers Divine, - Things at their height, must thence again decline. - - -XXXVIII. - - Thy large smooth forehead, wrinkled shall appear! - Vermillion hue, to pale and wan shall turn! - Time shall deface what Youth has held most dear! - Yea, these clear Eyes (which once my heart did burn) - Shall, in their hollow circles, lodge the night; - And yield more cause of terror, than delight! - - -XXXIX. - -[Sidenote: _Quanto piace al mondo, e breue sogno._] - - Lo here, the Record of my follies past, - The fruits of Wit unstaid, and hours misspent! - Full wise is he that perils can forecast, - And so, by others' harms, his own prevent. - All Worldly Pleasure that delights the Sense, - Is but a short Sleep, and Time's vain expense! - - -XL. - - The sun hath twice his annual course performed, - Since first unhappy I, began to love; - Whose errors now, by Reason's rule reformed, - Conceits of Love but smoke and shadows prove. - Who, of his folly, seeks more praise to win; - Where I have made an end, let him begin! - - _J. C._ - -FINIS. - -[Illustration] - - - - - DAIPHANTUS, - - OR - - The Passions of Love. - - Comical to read, - - _But Tragical to act:_ - - As full of Wit, as Experience. - - By AN. SC. Gentleman. - - _Fœlix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum._ - - Whereunto is added, - - _The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage._ - - [Illustration] - - LONDON: - - Printed by T. C. for WILLIAM COTTON: and are - to be sold at his shop, near Ludgate. 1604. - - - - -[Illustration] - -_The Argument._ - - -[Illustration] - -Daiphantus, a younger brother, very honourably descended, brought up -but not born in Venice; naturally subject to Courting, but not to Love; -reputed a man rather full of compliment, than of true courtesy; more -desirous to be thought honest, than so to be wordish beyond discretion; -promising more to all, than friendship could challenge; mutable in -all his actions, but his affections aiming indeed to gain opinion -rather than goodwill; challenging love from greatness, not from merit; -studious to abuse his own wit, by the common sale of his infirmities; -lastly, under the colour of his natural affection (which indeed was -very pleasant and delightful) coveted to disgrace every other to his -own discontent: a scourge to Beauty, a traitor to Women, and an infidel -to Love. - -This He, this creature, at length, falls in love with two at one -instant; yea, two of his nearest allies: and so indifferently -[_equally_] yet outrageously, as what was commendable in the one, was -admirable in the other. By which means, as not despised, not regarded! -if not deceived, not pitied! They esteemed him as he was in deed, not -words. He protested, they jested! He swore he loved in sadness; they -in sooth believed, but seemed to give no credence to him: thinking -him so humorous as no resolution could be long good; and holding this -his attestation to them of affection in that kind, [no] more than his -contesting against it before time. - -Thus overcome of that he seemed to conquer, he became a slave to his -own fortunes. Laden with much misery, utter mischief seized upon him. -He fell in love with another, a wedded Lady. Then with a fourth, -named VITULLIA. And so far was he imparadised in her beauty (She not -recomforting him) that he fell from Love to Passion, so to Distraction, -then to Admiration [_wonderment_] and Contemplation, lastly to Madness. -Thus did he _act_ the Tragical scenes, who only penned the Comical: -became, if not as brutish as ACTÆON, as furious as ORLANDO. Of whose -Humours and Passions, I had rather you should read them, than I act -them! - -In the end, by one, or rather by all, he was recovered. A Voice did mad -him; and a Song did recure him! Four in one sent him out of this world; -and one with four redeemed him to the world. To whose unusual strains -in Music, and emphatical emphasis in Love; I will leave you to turn -over a new leaf! - -This only I will end with: - - Who, of Love should better write, - Than he that Love learns to indite? - -[Illustration] - - - - - To the mighty, learned, and ancient Potentate, - QUISQUIS, Emperor of +, King of - Great and Little A., Prince of B. C. and - D., &c.; ALIQUIS wisheth the much - increase of true subjects, free from - Passion, spleen, and melancholy; - and endued with virtue, - wisdom, and magnanimity. - - -Or to the Reader. - -[Illustration] - -_An Epistle to the Reader! Why! that must have his Forehead or first -entrance like a Courtier, fair-spoken and full of expectation; his -Middle or centre like your citizen's warehouse, beautified with -enticing vanities, though the true riches consist of bald commodities; -his_ Rendezvous _or conclusion like the lawyer's case, able to pocket -up any matter; but let good words be your best evidence! In the General -or foundation, he must be like Paul's Church, resolved to let every -Knight and Gull travel upon him: yet his Particulars or lineaments -may be Royal as the Exchange, with ascending steps, promising new but -costly devices and fashions. It must have Teeth like a Satyr, Eyes like -a critic; and yet may your Tongue speak false Latin, like your panders -and bawds of poetry. Your Genius and Species should march in battle -array with our politicians: yet your Genius ought to live with an -honest soul indeed._ - -_It should be like the never-too-well-read_ Arcadia, _where the Prose -and Verse, Matter and Words, are like his_ [SIDNEY'S] _Mistress's eyes! -one still excelling another, and without corrival! or to come home to -the vulgar's element, like friendly SHAKE-SPEARE's_ Tragedies, _where -the Comedian rides, when the Tragedian stands on tiptoe. Faith, it -should please all, like Prince_ HAMLET! _But, in sadness, then it were -to be feared, he would run mad. In sooth, I will not be moonsick, to -please! nor out of my wits, though I displease all! What? Poet! are you -in Passion, or out of Love? This is as strange as true!_ - -_Well, well! if I seem mystical or tyrannical; whether I be a fool or -a Lord's-Ingle; all's one! If you be angry, you are not well advised! -I will tell you, it is an Indian humour I have snuffed up from Divine -Tobacco! and it is most gentlemanlike, to puff it out at any place or -person!_ - -_I'll no_ Epistle! _It were worse than one of HERCULES' labours! but -will conclude honesty is a man's best virtue. And but for the Lord -Mayor and the two Sheriffs, the Inns of Court, and many Gallants -elsewhere, this last year might have been burned! As for MOMUS (carp -and bark who will!), if the_ noble Ass _bray not, I am as good a Knight -Poet, as_ Ætatis suæ, _Master_ An. Dom.'s _son-in-law._ - -_Let your critic look to the rowels of his spurs, the pad of his -saddle, and the jerk of his wand! then let him ride me and my rhymes -down, as hotly as he would. I care not! We shall meet and be friends -again, with the breaking of a spear or two! and who would do less, for -a fair Lady?_ - -_There I leave you, where you shall ever find me!_ - - * * * * * - -_Passionate DAIPHANTUS, your loving subject, Gives you to understand, -he is a_ Man in Print, _and it is enough he hath undergone a Pressing, -though for your sakes and for Ladies: protesting for this poor infant -of his brain, as it was the price of his virginity, born into the world -with tears: so (but for a many his dear friends that took much pains -for it) it had died, and never been laughed at! and that if Truth have -wrote less than Fiction; yet it is better to err in Knowledge than in -Judgement! Also, if he have caught up half a line of any other's, it -was out of his memory, not of any ignorance!_ - -_Why he dedicates it to All, and not to any Particular, as his Mistress -or so? His answer is, He is better born, than to creep into women's -favours, and ask their leave afterwards._ - -_Also he desireth you to help to correct such errors of the Printer, -which (because the Author is dead, or was out of the City) hath been -committed. And it was his folly, or the Stationer's, you had not an_ -Epistle _to the purpose._ - - _Thus like a lover, wooes he for your favour; - Which, if you grant, then_ Omnia vincit Amor. - - - - -[Illustration] - -_DAIPHANTUS._ - - -Proem - -[Illustration] - - I sing the old World in an infant story! - I sing the new World in an ancient ditty! - I sing this World; yes, this World's shame and glory! - I sing a Medley of rigour and of pity! - I sing the Court's, City's, and the Country's fashions! - Yet sing I but of Love and her strange Passions! - - I sing that anthem lovers sigh in sadness! - I sing sweet times of joys in wo[e]-ven verses! - I sing those lines, I once did act in madness! - I sing and weep! (tears follow birth and hearses!) - I sing a _Dirge!_ a Fury did indite it! - I sing Myself! whilst I myself do write it. - - I invocate, to grace my Artless labour, - The faithful goddess, men call MEMORY - (True Poet's treasure, and their Wit's best favour); - To deck my Muse with truest poesy! - Though Love write well, yet Passion blinds th'affection. - _Man ne'er rules right, that's in the least subjection._ - - Sweet Memory! Soul's life, new life increasing! - The Eye of Justice! Tongue of Eloquence! - The Lock of Learning! Fountain never ceasing! - The Cabinet of Secrets! Caske[t] of Sense! - Which governest Nature, teacheth Man his awe! - That art all Conscience, and yet rul'st by Law! - - Bless thou, this Love Song-Air of my best wishes! - (Thou art the Parent nourisheth Desire!) - Blow, gentle winds! safe land me at my blisses! - Love still mounts high, though lovers not aspire. - My Poem's Truth! Fond poets feign at pleasure! - A loving subject is a Prince's treasure. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - -THE PASSIONS OF LOVE. - - -[Illustration] - - In Venice fair, the city most admired; - Their lived a Gallant, who DAIPHANTUS hight. - Right nobly born, well lettered, loved, desired - Of every Courtier in their most delight: - So full of pleasance, that he seemed to be - A man begot in VENUS' infancy. - - His face was fair, full comely was his feature: - Lipped like the cherry, with a wanton's eye: - A MARS in anger, yet a VENUS' creature; - Made part of CYNTHIA, most of MERCURY: - A pitied soul, so made of Love and Hate, - Though still beloved, in love unfortunate. - - Thus made by Nature, Fortune did conspire - To balance him, with weight of CUPID'S wings; - Passant in Love, yet oft in great Desire; - Sudden in Love, not staid in anything. - He courted all, not loved: and much did strive - To die for Love, yet never meant to wive! - - As Nature made him fair, so likewise witty; - (She not content) his thoughts thus very fickle. - Fortune that gained him, placed him in this city, - To wheel his head, which she had made most tickle. - Fortune made him beloved, and so distraught him! - His reins let forth, he fell; and CUPID caught him. - - Not far from Venice, in an Abbey fair, - Well walled about, two worthy Ladies dwelt: - Who virgins were, so sweet and debonair, - The ground they trod on, of their odour smelt. - Two virgin Sisters, matchless in a phere, - Had livèd virgins well nigh eighteen year. - - EURIALÆ, the elder sister's named; - The other was URANIA the wise. - Nature for making them was surely blamed: - VENUS herself, by them all did despise! - Such beauties with such virtue! so combined, - That all exceeds, yet nought excels their mind. - - EURIALÆ so shows as doth the sun, - When mounted on the continent of heaven: - Yet oft she's clouded; but when her glory's come, - Two suns appear! to make her glory even. - Her smiles send brightness when the sun's not bright! - Her looks give beauty, when the sun lends light! - - Modest and humble, of nature mild and sweet; - Unmatched beauty with her virtue meeting: - Proud that her lowly 'beisance doth re-greet - With her chaste silence. Virtue ever keeping. - This is the sun, that sets before it rise! - This is a star! no less are both her eyes! - - Her beauty peerless! peerless is her mind! - Her body matchless! matchless are her thoughts! - Herself but one! but one like her, we find! - Her wealth's her virtue! Such virtue is not bought! - This is a heaven on earth, makes her divine! - This is the sun, obscures where it doth shine! - - URANIA next. O that I had that Art - Could write her worth! her worth no eye may see! - Or that her tongue (O heaven!) were now my heart, - What silver lines in showers should drop from me! - My heart she keeps! how can I then indite? - No heart-less creature can Love Passions write! - - As a black veil upon the wings of morn, - Brings forth a day as clear as VENUS' face; - Or a fair jewel, by an Ethiope worn, - Enricheth much the eye, which it doth grace: - Such is her beauty, if it well be told! - Placed in a jetty chariot set with gold. - - Her hair, Night's canopy in mourning weeds - Is still enthroned, when locked within is seen - A Deity, drawn by a pair of steeds - Like VENUS' eyes! And if the like have been, - Her eyes two radiant stars, but yet divine! - Her face day's sun (heaven all!) if once they shine! - - Upon the left side of this heavenly feature, - In curious work, Nature hath set a seal, - Wherein is writ, _This is a matchless creature!_ - Where Wit and Beauty strives for the appeal: - The Judges choosed are Love and Fancy. They rise, - And looking on her, with her, left their eyes! - - Her Wit and Beauty were at many frays, - "Whether the deep impressions did cause?" - "Nature!" said Beauty; Art, her Wit did praise: - Love thought her Face; her tongue had Truth's applause. - Whilst they contend, Which was the better part? - I lent an eye; She robbed me of my heart! - - Sisters these two are, like the Day and Night: - Their glories, by their virtues they do merit, - One as the Day to see the other's might; - The other's Night to shadow a high spirit. - If all were Day, how could a lover rest? - Or if all Night, lovers were too much blest! - - Both fair, as eke their bodies tall and slender: - Both wise, yet silence shews their modesty: - Both grave, although they both are young and tender: - Both humble hearted, not in policy. - So fair, wise, grave, and humble are esteemed; - Yet what men see, the worst of them is deemed! - - Nature that made them fair, doth love perfection. - What Youth counts wisdom, Age doth bring to trial. - Grave years in Youth, in Age needs no direction. - A humble heart deserves, finds, no denial. - Fairs ring their knells, and yet Fame never dies! - True judgement's from the heart, not from the eyes! - - These two, two sisters, cousins to this lover; - He often courts, as was his wonted fashion. - Who swears all's fair, yet hath no heart to prove her, - Seems still in Love or in a lover's Passion, - Now learns this lesson! and love-scoffers find it! - _CUPID hits rightest, when Lovers do least mind it!_ - - Although his guise were fashioned to his mind, - And wording Love, as compliment he used; - Seemed still to jest at Love and lovers' kind, - Never obtained, but where he was refused: - Yet now, his words with wit so are rewarded; - He loves! loves two! loves all! of none regarded. - - Now he that laughed to hear true lovers sigh, - Can bite his lips, until his heart doth bleed! - Who jibed at all, loves all! each day's his night! - Who scorned, now weeps and howls! writes his own meed! - He that would bandy Love, is now the ball! - Who feared no hazard, himself hath ta'en the fall! - - Beauty and Virtue, who did praise the fashion; - Who, Love and Fancy thought a comedy: - Now is turned Poet! and writes Love in Passion! - His verses fit the bleeding Tragedy! - In willow weeds, right well he acts his part! - His Scenes are tears, whose embryon was his heart! - - He loves, where Love to all doth prove disaster! - His eyes no sooner see, but he's straight blind! - His kindred, friends, or foes, he follows faster - Than his own good! He's now but too too kind! - He that spent all, would fain find out Love's treasure! - Extremities are, for extremes the measure. - - Thus thinks he, of the words he spent in vain; - And wishes now, his tongue had eloquence! - He's dumb! all motion that a world could gain, - A centre now without circumference! - CUPID, with words who fought! would teach him Art, - Hath lost his tongue; and with it, left his heart! - - He swears he loves! (the heat doth prove the fire!) - He weeps his Love, his tears shew his Affection. - He writes his Love, his lines plead his Desire. - He sings his Love, the ditty mourns the action. - He sings, writes, weeps, and swears that he's in sadness! - It is believed, _Not cured, Love turns to madness!_ - - Love once dissembled, oaths are a grace most slender! - Tears oft are heard, Ambassadors for Beauty! - Words writ in gold, an iron heart may render! - A Passion Song shews much more hope than duty! - Oaths spoke in tears; words, song; prove no true ditty: - _A feignèd Love must find a feignèd Pity!_ - - Thus is the good DAIPHANTUS like the fly, - Who playing with the candle feels the flame. - The smiles of scorn are lovers' misery: - That soul's most vex't, is grievèd with his name. - Though kind DAIPHANTUS do most love protest; - Yet is his cross, still to be thought in jest! - - Poor tortured lover! Like a perjured soul, - Swears till he's hoarse, yet never is believed! - (Who's once a villain, still is counted foul!) - O woful pity! when with wind relieved, - Learns this by wrote, _Though Love unconstant be, - They must prove constant, will her comforts see!_ - - Now to the humble heart of his dread Saint, - EURIALÆ, he kneels; but's not regarded! - Then to URANIA sighs, till he grows faint: - Such is her Wit, in silence he's rewarded! - His humble voice, EURIALÆ accuseth! - His sighing Passion, URANIA refuseth! - - Then lifts he up his eyes, but Heaven frowneth! - Bows down his head, Earth is a mass of sorrow! - Runs to the seas; the sea, it storms and howleth! - Hies to the woods, the birds sad tunes do borrow! - Heaven, Earth, sea, woods, and all things do conspire - He burn in Love, yet freeze in his Desire! - - The Ladies jest! command him to feign still! - Tell him, how, one day, he may be in love! - That lover's reason hath not Love's free will! - Smile in disdain, to think of that he proves! - (O me, DAIPHANTUS! how art thou advised? - When he's less pitied, then he is despised!) - - They hold this but his humour! seem so wise! - And many lovers' stories forth do bring! - Court him with shadows, whilst he catcheth flies, - Biting his fingers till the blood forth spring! - Then do they much commend his careless Passion! - Call him "a lover of our Courtiers' fashion!" - - All this they do in modesty; yet free - From thinking him so honest, as in truth: - Much less so kind, as to love two or three, - Him near allied; and he himself a youth! - Till with the sweat, which from his sufferings rise, - His face is pearled, like the lights his eyes. - - Then with his look down-cast, and trembling hand, - A High Dutch colour, and a tongue like ice, - Apart with this EURIALÆ to stand - Endeavours he. This was his last device, - Yet in so humble strains, this Gallant courts her; - The wind being high, his breath it never hurts her! - - Speechless thus stands he, till She feared him dead, - And rubs his temples, calls and cries for aid. - Water is fetched and spunged into his head: - Who then starts up; from dreaming, as he said, - And craving absence of all, but this Saint, - He 'gan to court her, but with a heart right faint. - - "Bright Star of PHŒBUS! Goddess of my thought! - Behold thy vassal, humbled on his knee! - Behold for thee, what gods and Art hath wrought, - A man adoring! of Love, the lowest degree. - I love! I honour thee!" No more; there stayed - As if foresworn; even so, was he afraid! - - EURIALÆ now spake, yet seemed in wonder, - Her lips when parting, heaven did ope his treasure, - "O do not, do not love! I will not sunder - A heart in two! Love hath nor height nor measure! - Live still a virgin! Then I'll be thy lover!" - Heaven here did close. No tongue could after move her. - - As if in heaven, he was ravished so. - O love! O voice! O face! which is the glory? - O day! O night! O Age! O worlds of joy! - Of every part, true love might write a story. - Convert my sighs, O to some angel's tongue. - To die for Love is life! Death is best young! - - She gone, URANIA came. He, on the flower, - But sight of her revived his noble fire: - And as if MARS did thunder, words did shower! - (Love speaks in heat, when 'tis in most Desire) - She made him mad, whose sight had him revived; - Now speaks he plainly! Storms past, the air is glide. - - "Why was I made, to bear such woe and grief? - Why was I born, but in Love to be nourished? - Why then for Love (Love, of all virtues chief), - And I not pitied, though I be not cherished? - What! did my eyes offend in virtue seeing? - O no! True Virtue is the lover's being! - - "Beauty and Virtue are the twins of life; - Love is the mother which them forth doth bring. - Wit with discretion ends the lover's strife. - Patience with silence is a glorious thing. - Love crowns a man, Love gives to all due merit; - Men without love are bodies without spirit. - - "Love to a mortal is both life and treasure. - Love changed to Wedlock doubleth in her glory. - Love is the gem, whose worth is without measure. - Fame dies, if not entombed within Love's story. - Man that lives, lives not, if he wants Content. - Man that dies, dies not, if with Love's consent." - - Thus spake DAIPHANTUS, and thus spake he well; - Which wise URANIA well did understand: - So well she like it, as it did excel. - Now graced she him with her white slender hand, - With words most sweet, a colour fresh and fair, - In heavenly speech, she 'gan his woes declare. - - "My good DAIPHANTUS! Love, it is no toy! - CUPID, though blind, yet strikes the heart at last. - His force, you feel! whose power must breed your joy; - This is the meed for scoffs, you on him cast! - You love, who scorned! your love, with scorn is quite! - You love, yet want! your love, with want is spite! - - "Love plays the wanton, where she means to kill. - Love rides the fool, and spurs without direction. - Love weeps like you, yet laughs at your good will. - Love is, of all things, but the true confection. - Love is of everything; yet itself's but one thing. - Love is anything, yet indeed is nothing. - - "We virgins know this, though not the force of Love. - For we two sisters live as in a cell: - Nor do we scorn it, though we it not approve; - By prayer we hope, her charms for to repell! - And thus adieu! But you, in Progress go, - To find fit place to warble forth your woe. - - "Who first seeks mercy, is the last for grief," - Thus did She part; whose image stayed behind. - He in a trance stands mute, finds no relief - (For She was absent, whose tongue pleased his mind), - But like a heartless and a hurtless creature, - In admiration of so sweet a feature. - - At length looked up, his shadow only seeing, - Sighs to himself and weeps, yet silent stands; - Kneels, riseth, walks, all this without True Being, - Sure he was there, though fettered in Love's bands. - His lips departed, parted were his blisses: - Yet for pure love, each lip the other kisses. - - Revived by this, or else Imagination, - Recalls things past, the time to come laments; - Records his love, but with an acclamation! - Repents himself and all these accidents. - Now with the wings of Love, he 'gins to raise, - His Love to gain, this woman he doth praise. - - "Women than Men are purer creatures far! - The Soul of souls! the blessed Gift of Nature! - To men, a heaven! to men, the brightest star! - The pearl that's matchless! high, without all stature! - So full of goodness, that Bounty waiteth still - Upon their trencher! feeds them with free will! - - "Where seek we Virtue, learn true Art or Glory; - Where find we Joy that lasteth, still is spending, - But in sweet Women? of man's life, the Story! - Alpha, they are! Omega is their ending! - Their virtues shine with such a sun of brightness! - Yet he's unwise, that looks in them for lightness!" - - (O let my pen relate mine own decay! - There are, which are not, or which should not be, - Some shaped like Saints, whose steps are not the way. - O let my Verse not name their infamy! - These hurt not all, but even the wandering eye, - Which fondly gapes for his own misery. - - These do not harm the honest or the just, - The faithful lover, or the virtuous dame; - But those whose souls be only given to lust, - Care more for pleasure, than for worthy fame. - But peace, my Muse! For now, methinks I hear - An angel's voice come warbling in my ear!) - - Not distant far, within a garden fair, - The sweet ARTESIA sang unto her lute, - Her voice charmed CUPID, and perfumed the air, - Made beasts stand still, and birds for to be mute. - Her voice and beauty proved so sad a ditty; - Who saw, was blind! who heard, soon sued for pity! - - This Lady was no virgin like the rest, - Yet near allied. By Florence city dwelling - (Nature and Art; within her both were blest; - Music in her, and Love had his excelling). - To visit her fair cousins oft she came; - Perhaps more jocund, but no whit to blame. - - Fortune had crossed her with a churlish Mate, - Who STRYMON hight. A Palmer was his sire, - Full nobly born and of a wealthy state; - His son a child not born to his Desire. - Thus was she crossed, which causèd her thereby, - DAIPHANTUS' grief to mourn, by sympathy. - - DAIPHANTUS hearing such a swan-tuned voice, - Was ravished, as with angels' melody; - Though in this labyrinth blest, could not rejoice, - Nor yet could see what brought this harmony. - At length, this goddess ceased; began draw near, - Who, when he saw; he saw not, 'twas her sphere! - - Away then crept he on his hands and knees, - To hide himself: thought VENUS came to plague him! - Which she espying, like the sun she stands; - As with her beams, she thought for to assuage him. - But like the sun, which gazed on blinds the eye, - So he by her! and so resolved to die. - - At this, in wonder softly did she pace it; - Yet suddenly was stayed. His verses seized her, - Which he late writ, forgot. Thus was he graced. - She read them over, and the writing pleased her. - For CUPID framed two mottoes in her heart: - The one as DIAN'S, the other, for his dart. - - She read and pitied; reading, Pity taught. - She loved and hated; hate to Love did turn. - She smiled and wept; her weeping Smiling brought. - She hoped and feared; her Hopes in fear did mourn. - She read, loved, smiled, and hoped; but 'twas in vain: - Her tears, still dread; and pity, hate did gain. - - She could have loved him, such true verses making; - She might have loved him, and yet love beguiling. - She would have kissed him, but feared his awaking; - She might have kissed him, and sleep sweetly smiling. - She thus afeared, did fear what she most wished. - He thus in hope, still hoped for that he missed. - - He looked! They two, long each on other gazed! - Sweet silence pleaded what each other thought. - Thus Love and Fancy both alike amazed, - As if their tongues and hearts had been distraught. - ARTESIA'S voice thus courted him at length. - The more she spake, the greater was his strength! - - "Good gentle Sir! your fortunes I bemoan, - And wish my state so happy as to ease you! - But She that grieved you, She it is alone, - Whose breath can cure, and whose kind words appease you! - Were I that She, heaven should my star extinguish, - If you but loved me, ere I would relinquish. - - "Yet, noble Sir! I can no love protest, - For I am wedded (O word full fraught with woe!) - But in such manner as good love is blest, - In honest kindness, I'll not prove your foe! - Mine own experience doth my counsel prove, - I know to pity, yet not care to love! - - "A sister, yet Nature hath given me, - A virgin true, right fair, and sweetly kind. - I for her good, Fortune hath driven me - To be a comfort. Your heart shall be her mind. - My woes yet tell me, she is best a maid!" - And here she stopped her tears, her words thus stayed. - - DAIPHANTUS then, in number without measure, - Began her praises, which no pen can end. - "O Saint! O sun of heaven, and earth the treasure! - Who lives, if not thy honour to defend? - Ah me! what mortal can be in love so strange, - That wedding Virtue will a wand'ring range? - - "She, like the morning, is still fresh and fair. - The Elements, of her, they all do borrow; - The Earth, the Fire, the Waters, and the Air; - Their strength, heat, moisture, liveliness. No sorrow - Can Virtue change! Beauty hath but one place. - The heart's still perfect; though empaled the face. - - "O eyes! no eyes, but stars still clearly shining! - O face! no face but shape of angels' fashion! - O lips! no lips, but bliss by kiss refining! - O heart! no heart, but of true love right Passion! - O eyes, face, lips, and heart, if not too cruel; - To see, feel, taste, and love earth's rarest jewel." - - This said, he paused, new praises now devising, - Kneels to APOLLO for his skill and Art: - When came the Ladies! At which, he arising, - 'Twixt lip and lip, he had nor lips nor heart. - His eyes, their eyes so sweetly did incumber: - Although awaked, yet in a golden slumber. - - Most like a lion raised from slumbering ease, - He cast his looks, fall grimly them among. - At length, he firmly knit what might appease - His brow; looked stedfastly and long - At one, till all their eyes with his eyes met alike - On fair VITULLIA, who his heart did strike. - - VITULLIA fair, yet brown; as mixed together - As Art and Nature strove which was the purest. - So sweet her smilings were, a grace to either! - That heaven's glory in that face seemed truest. - VENUS, excepted when the god her wooed, - Was ne'er so fair! so tempting, yet so good! - - Wonder not, mortals, though the Poets feign! - The Muses' graces were in this She's favour: - Nor wonder, though She strove his tongue to gain! - For I lose mine, in thinking of his labour. - "Well may he love," I write, "and all Wits praise her, - She's so all humble, Learning cannot raise her!" - - DAIPHANTUS oft sighed: "Oh!" oft said "Fair!" - Then looks and sighs, and then cries wonderful; - Thus did he long, and truly 'twas not rare: - The object was! which made his mind so dull. - Pray pardon him! for better to cry "Oh!" - Than feel that Passion which caused him sigh so. - - Now, all were silent, not alone this Lover, - Till came ISMENIO, brother to this Saint, - Whose haste made sweat, his tongue he could not prove her, - For this against him, that his heart was faint: - Thus all amazed, none knowing any cause, - ISMENIO breathless, here had time to pause. - - At length, ISMENIO, who had wit and skill, - Questioned the reason of this strong effect: - At last related, haste outwent his will, - He told them, "He was sent, them to direct, - Where hunting sports, their eyes should better please!" - Who first went forth, DAIPHANTUS most did ease. - - They gone, DAIPHANTUS to his standish highs! - Thinks, in his writs VITULLIA'S beauties were: - But what he wrote, his Muse not justifies, - Bids him take time! "Love badly writes in fear! - Her worthy praise, if he would truly write, - Her kisses' nectar must the same indite." - - "Art, and sweet Nature! Let your influence drop - From me like rain! Yes, yes, in golden showers! - (Whose end is Virtue, let him never stop!) - But fall on her, like dew on sprinkling flowers! - That both together meeting, may beget - An ORPHEUS! two gems in a soil richly set!" - - Thus ravished, then distracted, as was deemed, - Not taught to write of Love in this extreme; - In love, in fear; yea, trembling (as it seemed), - If praising her, he should not keep the mean! - Thus vexed, he wept! His tears intreated pity, - But Love unconstant, tunes a woful ditty. - - Now kneels to VENUS. Faithfulness protested - To this, none else! This was his only Saint! - Vowed e'er his service, or to be arrested - To VENUS' censure! Thus he left to faint. - His love brought Wit, and Wit engendered Spirit; - True Love and Wit thus learned him to indite. - - "As the mild lamb runs forth from shepherd's fold, - By ravenous wolves is caught and made a prey: - So is my Sense, by which Love taketh hold, - Tormented more than any tongue can say. - The difference is, they tortured so, do die! - I feed the torment breeds my misery. - - "Consumed by her I live, such is her glory! - Despised of her I love, I more adore her! - I'll ne'er write ought, but of her virtue's story! - Beauty unblasted is the eye's rich storer, - If I should die, O who would ring love's knell?" - Faint not, DAIPHANTUS! Wise men love not so well! - - "Like heaven's artist, the astronomer, - Gazing on stars, oft to the earth doth fall: - So I, DAIPHANTUS, now Lover's Harbinger, - Am quite condemned to Love's funeral! - Who falls by women, by them oft doth rise; - Ladies have lips to kiss, as well as eyes!" - - But tush, thou fool! thou lov'st all thou seest. - Who once thou lovest, thou should'st change her never! - Constant in love, DAIPHANTUS, see thou beest! - If thou hope comfort, Love but once, and ever! - "Fortune! O be so good to let me find - A lady living, of this constant mind!" - - "O, I would wear her in my heart's heart-gore! - And place her on the continent of stars! - Think heaven and earth, like her had not one more! - Would fight for her till all my face were scars! - But if that women be such fickle Shees; - Men may be like them in infirmities!" - - O no, DAIPHANTUS! Women are not so - 'Tis but their shadows, pictures merely painted! - Then turn poor lover! "O heaven! not to my woe! - Then to VITULLIA!" With that word, he fainted. - Yet she that wounds, did heal. Like her, no heaven. - Odds in a man, a woman can make even! - - "O my VITULLIA! Let me write that down! - O sweet VITULLIA! Nature made thee sweet! - O kind VITULLIA! Truth hath the surest ground! - I'll weep or laugh, so that our hearts may meet!" - Love is not always merry, nor still weeping: - A drop of each, Love's joys are sweets in sleeping. - - "Her name, in golden letters, on my breast I'll 'grave! - Around my temples, in a garland wear! - My Art shall be, her favour for to have! - My Learning still her honour high to rear! - My lips shall close but to her sacred name! - My tongue be silent but to spread her fame! - - "In woods, groves, hills, VITULLIA'S name shall ring! - In meadows, orchards, gardens, sweetest and fair! - I'll learn the birds her name alone to sing! - All quires shall chant it in a heavenly air! - The Day shall be her Usher! Night, her Page! - Heaven, her Palace! and this Earth, her Stage! - - "Virgin's pure chasteness, in her eyes shall be! - Women, true love, from her true mind shall learn! - Widows, their mourning in her face shall see! - Children, their duty in her speech discern! - And all of them in love with each, but I: - Who fear her love, will make me fear to die! - - "My Orisons are still to please this creature! - My Valour sleeps but when She is defended! - My Wits still jaded but when I praise her feature! - My Life is hers; in her begun and ended! - O happy day wherein I wear not willow! - Thrice blessed night, wherein her breast's my pillow! - - "I'll serve her, as the Mistress of all Pleasure! - I'll love her, as the Goddess of my soul! - I'll keep her, as the Jewel of all treasure! - I'll live with her, yet out of LOVE'S control! - That all may know, I will not from her part, - I'll double lock her in my lips and heart! - - If e'er I sigh, it shall be for her pity! - If e'er I mourn, her funeral draws near! - If e'er I sing, her virtue is the ditty! - If e'er I smile, her beauty is the sphere! - All that I do, is that I may admire her! - All that I wish, is that I still desire her!" - - But peace, DAIPHANTUS! Music is only sweet, - When without discord. A consort makes a heaven. - The ear is ravished when true voices meet. - Odds, but in music, never makes things even. - In voices' difference breeds a pleasant ditty, - In Love, a difference brings a scornful pity. - - Whose was the tongue, EURIALÆ defended? - Whose was the wit, URANIA did praise? - Whose were the lips, ARTESIA'S voice commended? - Whose was the heart loved all? all crowned with bays? - "Sure 'twas myself! What did I? O I tremble! - Yet I'll not weep! Wise men may love dissemble. - - "Fie, no! Fond Love hath ever his reward! - A sea of tears! a world of sighs and groans! - Ah me! VITULLIA will have no regard - To ease my grief, and cure me of my moans; - If once her ear should hearken to that voice, - Relates my fortunes in Love's fickle choice. - - But now, I will, their worth with hers declare, - That Truth by Error may have her true being; - Things good are lessened by the thing that's rare. - Beauty increaseth by a blackness seeing. - Whoso is fair and chaste, they, sure, are best! - Such is VITULLIA! such are all the rest! - - "But she is fair, and chaste, and wise." What then, - So are they all, without a difference! - "She's fair, chaste, wise, and kind, yes, to all men." - The rest are so! Number makes Excellence. - "She's fair, chaste, wise, kind, rich, yet humble." - They three, her equal! Virtue can never stumble. - - "VITULLIA is the sun; they stars of night!" - Yet night is the bosom wherein the sun doth rest. - "The moon herself borrows of the sun's light," - All by the stars take counsel to be blest. - The day's the sun, yet Cupid can it blind; - The stars at night, Sleep cures the troubled mind. - - "She is a rose, the fairer, so the sweeter! - She is a lute, whose belly tunes the music! - She is my prose, yet makes me speak all metre! - She is my life, yet sickens me with physic! - She is a virgin, that makes her a jewel! - She will not love me, therein She is cruel! - - "EURIALÆ is like Sleep when one is weary - URANIA is like a golden Slumber. - ARTESIA'S voice, like Dreams that make men merry. - VITULLIA, like a Bed, all these encumber. - 1. Sleep, 2. Slumber, 3. Dreams upon a 4. Bed are best; - First, Second, Third, but in the Fourth is blest. - - "O but VITULLIA, what? She's wondrous pretty! - O I, and what? so is She very fair! - O yes, and what? She's like herself most witty! - And yet, what is She? She is all but air! - What can earth be, but earth? So we are all! - Peace, then, my Muse! Opinion oft doth fall! - - "EURIALÆ, I honour for humility! - URANIA, I reverence for her wit! - ARTESIA, I adore for true agility! - Three Graces for the goddesses most fit. - Each of these gifts are blessed in their faces, - O, what's VITULLIA, who hath all these Graces?" - - She is but a Lady! So are all the rest. - As pure, as sweet, as modest, yea as loyal; - Yes, She's the Shadow (shadows are the least!), - Which tells the Hour of Virtue by her dial. - By her, men see there is on earth a heaven! - By them, men know her virtues are matched even! - - In praising all, much time he vainly spent, - Yet thought none worthy but VITULLIA; - Then called to mind, he could not well repent - The love he bare the wise URANIA. - EURIALÆ, ARTESIA, all, such beauties had, - Which as they pleased him, made him well nigh mad. - - EURIALÆ, her beauty, his eyesight harmed! - URANIA, her wit, his tongue incensed! - ARTESIA, her voice, his ears had charmed! - Thus poor DAIPHANTUS was, with love tormented. - VITULLIA'S beauty, as he did impart, - The others' virtues vanquishèd his heart. - - At length, he grew as in an ecstasy - 'Twixt Love and Love, Whose beauty was the truer? - His thoughts thus diverse, as in a lunacy, - He starts and stares, to see Whose was the purer? - Oft treads a maze, runs, suddenly then stays, - Thus with himself, himself makes many frays. - - Now with his fingers, like a barber snaps! - Plays with the fire-pan, as it were a lute! - Unties his shoe-strings! Then his lips, he laps! - Whistles awhile, and thinks it is a flute! - At length, a glass presents it to his sight, - Where well he acts fond Love in Passions right. - - His chin he strokes! swears "beardless men kiss best!" - His lips anoints, says "Ladies use such fashions!" - Spits on his napkin, terms that "the bathing jest." - Then on the dust, describes the Courtiers' Passion. - Then humble calls, "Though they do still aspire; - Ladies then fall, when Lords rise by desire." - - Then straddling goes, says, "Frenchmen fear no bears!" - Vows "he will travel to the Siege of Brest!" - Swears, "Captains, they do all against the hair!" - Protests "Tobacco is a smoke-dried jest!" - Takes up his pen for a tobacco pipe, - Thus all besmeared, each lip, the other wipe. - - His breath, he thinks the smoke! his tongue, a coal! - Then runs for bottle-ale to quench his thirst; - Runs to his ink-pot, drinks! then stops the hole! - And thus grows madder than he was at first. - TASSO he finds, by that of HAMLET thinks - Terms him a madman, then of his inkhorn drinks! - - Calls players "fools! The Fool, he judgeth wiseth, - Will learn them action out of Chaucer's _Pander_, - Proves of their poets bawds, even in the highest, - Then drinks a health! and swears it is no slander." - Puts off his clothes! his shirt he only wears! - Much like mad HAMLET, thus, as Passion tears! - - "Who calls me forth, from my distracted thought? - O Cerberus! if thou? I prithee speak! - Revenge, if thou? I was thy rival ought! - In purple gores, I'll make the ghosts to reek! - VITULLIA! O VITULLIA, be thou still! - I'll have revenge, or harrow up my will! - - "I'll fallow up the wrinkles of the earth! - Go down to hell, and knock at PLUTO'S gate! - I'll turn the hills to valleys! make a dearth - Of virtuous honour to eternal Fate! - I'll beat the winds, and make the tides keep back! - Reign in the sea, that lovers have no wrack! - - "Yes, tell the Earth, 'It is a murderer! - Hath slain VITULLIA!' O VITULLIA'S dead! - I'll count blind CUPID for a conjurer, - And with wild horses will I rend his head! - I, with a pickaxe, will pluck out his brains! - Laugh at this boy! ease lovers of much pains! - - "O then, I'll fly! I'll swim! yet stay, and then - I'll ride the moon, and make the clouds my horse! - Make me a ladder of the heads of men, - Climb up to heaven! Yes, my tongue will force - To gods and angels! O, I'll never end, - Till for VITULLIA, all my cries I spend! - - "Then I, like a Spirit of pure Innocence, - I'll be all white! and yet behold I'll cry - 'Revenge!' O lovers! this my sufference; - Or else for love, for love, a soul must die! - EURIALÆ! URANIA! ARTESIA! so!--" - Heart rent in sunder, with these words of woe. - - "But soft, here comes! Who comes? and not calls out - Of rape and murder, love and villainy? - Stay, wretched man! Who runs? doth never doubt - It is thy soul! thy Saint! thy deity! - Then call the birds to ring a mourning Knell, - For mad DAIPHANTUS, who doth love so well! - - "O sing a song, parted in parcels three, - I'll bear the burden still of all your grief; - Who is all Woe, can tune his misery - To discontents; but not to his relief. - O kiss her! kiss her! And yet do not do so! - They bring some joy, but with short joys, long woe! - - Upon his knees, "O goddesses behold - A caitiff wretch bemoaning his mishap! - If ever pity were hired without gold, - Lament DAIPHANTUS, once in Fortune's lap! - Lament DAIPHANTUS, whose good deeds now slumber! - Lament a lover, whose woe no tongue can number! - - "My woes--" There did he stay, fell to the ground, - Rightly divided into blood and tears, - As if those words had given a mortal wound, - So lay he foaming, with the weight of cares. - Who this had seen, and seeing had not wept, - Their hearts were, sure, from crosses ever kept! - - The Ladies all, who late from hunting came, - Untimely came to view this Map of Sorrow. - Surely all wept! and sooth it was no shame, - For, from his grief, the world might truly borrow: - As he lay speechless grovelling, all undressed; - So they stood weeping, Silence was their best. - - ISMENIO with these Ladies bare a part, - And much bemoaned him, though he knew not why; - But kind compassion struck him to the heart, - To see him mad. Much better see one die! - Thus walks ISMENIO, and yet oft did pause, - At length, a writing made him know the cause. - - He read, till words, like thunder, pierced his heart; - He sighed, till Sorrow seemed itself to mourn; - He wept till tears like ysacles [_icicles_] did part, - He pitied so, that pity, hate did scorn. - He read to sigh, and weep for pity's sake; - The less he read, the less his heart did quake. - - At length resolved, he up the writing takes - And to the Ladies travails as with child; - The birth was Love, such love as discord makes, - The midwife Patience; thus in words full mild, - He writ with tears that which with blood was writ; - The more he read, the more they pitied it. - - They look upon DAIPHANTUS, he not seeing: - And wondered at him, but his sense was parted. - They loved him much, though little was his being, - And sought to cure him, though he was faint-hearted, - ISMENIO thus, with speed resolves to ease him; - By a sweet song, his sister should appease him! - - ISMENIO was resolved he would be eased, - And was resolved of no means but by Music, - Which is so heavenly that it hath released - The danger oft, not to be cured by physic. - Her tongue and hand thus married together, - Could not but please him, who so loved either. - - But first before his madness were allayed, - They offered incense at DIANA'S shrine, - And much besought her, now to be apaid; - Which was soon granted to these saints divine: - Yet so, that mad DAIPHANTUS must agree - Never to love, but live in chastity. - - Thus they adjured him, by the gods on high, - Never henceforth to shoot with CUPID'S quiver! - Nor love to feign: for there's no remedy, - If once relapsed, then was he mad for ever! - Tortured DAIPHANTUS, now a sign did make; - And kind ISMENIO this did undertake. - - Then 'gan ARTESIA to play upon her lute, - Whose voice sang sweetly, now a mourning ditty; - LOVE her admired, though he that loved were mute, - CUPID himself feared he should sue for pity. - O wondrous virtue! Words spoken are but wind; - But sung to Prick Song, they are joys divine! - - I heard her sing, but still methought I dreamed. - I heard her play, but I methought did sleep. - The Day and Night, till now, were never weaned. - VENUS and DIAN ravished, both did weep. - They which each hated, now agreed to say - This was the goddess both of night and day. - - My heart and ears, so ravished with the voice - I still forgot, what still I heard her sing: - The tune, surely, of Sonnets, this was all the choice. - Poets do keep it as a charming thing. - What think you of the joys that DAIPHANTUS had, - When for such music, I would still be mad! - - The birds came chirping to the windows round, - And so stood still, as if they ravished were; - Beasts forth the forest came, brought with the sound; - The lion laid him down as if in fear. - The fishes in fresh rivers swam to shore; - Yea, had not Nature stayed them, had done more. - - This was a sight, whose eyes had never seen; - This was a voice, such music ne'er was heard; - This Paradise was it, where who had been, - Might well have thought of hell, and not afeard. - Sure, hell itself was heaven, in this sphere, - Madmen, wild beasts, and all here tamèd were. - - Like as a king, his chair of state ascendeth, - Being newly made a god upon the earth, - In state amounts, till step by step he endeth, - Thinks it to heaven a true-ascending birth. - So hies DAIPHANTUS, on his legs and feet, - As if DAIPHANTUS now some god should meet. - - He looks upon himself, not without wonder. - He wonders at himself, what he might be. - He laughs unto himself: thinks he's aslumber. - He weeps unto himself, himself to see. - And sure to hear and see what he had done - Might make him swear but now the world begun. - - Fully revived, at last ARTESIA ceased, - When birds and beasts so hideous noise did make, - That almost all turned fury, fear was the least; - Yea, such a fear as forced them cry and quake; - Till that DAIPHANTUS, more of reason had - Than they which moaned him, lately being mad. - - He with more joy than words could well declare, - And with more words than his new tongue could tell, - Did strive to speak (such was his love and care - Thus to be thankful); but yet knew not well - Whether his tongue (not tuned unto his heart), - Or modest silence, would best act his part? - - But speak he will! Then give attentive ear - To hear him tell a woful lover's story! - His hands and eyes to heaven up did he rear, - Grief taught him speech, though he to speak were sorry. - But whatsoever be a Lover's Passion, - DAIPHANTUS speaks his, in a mourning fashion. - - As o'er the mountains walks the wandering soul, - Seeking for rest in his unresting spirit, - So good DAIPHANTUS, thinking to enrol - Himself in grace, by telling of Love's merit - Was so distracted, how he should commend it, - Where he began, he wished still to end it. - - "EURIALÆ, my eyes are hers in right! - URANIA, my tongue is as her due! - ARTESIA, my ears to her I 'dite! - My heart to each! and yet my heart to you, - To you, VITULLIA! to you, and all the rest, - Who once me cursed, now to make me blest! - - "1 Beauty and 2 Wit, did 1 wound and 2 pierce my heart, - 3 Music and 4 Favour, 3 gained and 4 kept it sure: - Love led by Fancy to the 4 last I part, - Love led by Reason to the 1 first is truer. - 1 Beauty and 2 Wit first conquered, made me yield, - 3 Music and 4 Favour rescued got the field. - - "To 2 Wit and 1 Beauty, my first love I give! - 3 Music and 4 Favours, my second love have gained! - All made me mad, and all did me relieve, - Though one recured me, when I was sustained. - Thus, troth to say, to All I love did owe; - Therefore to All my love I ever vow!" - - Thus to the first 1 and 2, his right hand he did tender: - His left hand to the 3 and 4; last most lovingly 4. - His tongue kind thanks, first to the last did render, - The whiles his looks were bent indifferently. - Thus he salutes All: and to increase his blisses, - From lip to lip, each Lady now he kisses. - - ISMENIO in humble wise salutes he, - With gracious language he returns his heart, - His words so sweetly to his tongue now suits he, - As what he speaks shew Learning with good Art. - ISMENIO pleased DAIPHANTUS, DAIPHANTUS All; - _When love gains love for love, this Love we call!_ - - URANIA now bethought what was protested - By young ISMENIO at DIANA'S shrine, - Conjured DAIPHANTUS that, no more he jested - With Love or Fancy! for they were Divine: - And if he did, that there they all would pray - He still might live in love, both night and day! - - This grieved him much (but folly 'twere to grieve!) - His now obedience shewed his own free will. - He swore "he would not love, in shew, achieve! - But live a virgin, chaste and spotless still. - Which said, such music suddenly delighted, - As all were ravished, and yet all affrighted. - - Here parted all, not without joy and sadness. - Some wept, some smiled; a world it was to hear them! - Both springs here met. Woe here was clothed with gladness. - Heaven was their comfort. It alone did cheer them. - DAIPHANTUS from these springs, some fruit did gather. - Experience is an infant, though an ancient father! - - "Sweet Lady! know the Soul looks through our eyesights! - Content lives not in shews or beauty seeing! - Peace, not from number, nor strength in high spirits! - Joy dies with Virtue, yet lives in Virtue's being! - Beauty is masked, where Virtue is not hidden! - Man still desires that fruit, he's most forbidden! - - "Jewels, for virtue, not for beauty prized! - What's seldom seen breeds wonder, we admire it! - King's lines are rare, and therefore well advised. - Wise men, not often talk, Fools still desire it. - Women are books! Kept close, they hold much treasure; - Unclasped, sweet ills! Most woe lies hid in pleasure. - - "Who studies Arts alike, can he prove Doctor? - Who surfeits, hardly lives! drunkards recover! - Whose will's his law, that conscience needs no Proctor! - When men turn beasts, look there for brutish lovers! - Those eyes are pore-blind, look equally on any - Though't be a virtue to hinder one by many. - - "Who gains by travel, lose Lordships for their Manors, - Must TARQUIN ravish some? Hell on that glory! - Whose life's in healths, death soonest gains those banners! - Lust still is punished, though Treason write the story! - A rolling eye, a globe, new worlds discover! - Who still wheels round is but a damnèd lover. - - "Doth Faith and Troth lie bathing? Is Lust, pleasure? - Can commons be as sweet as land enclosed? - Then virgin sin may well be counted pleasure! - Where such lords rule, who lives not ill-disposed! - True Love's a Phœnix, but One until it dies: - Lust is a Cockatrice in all, but in her eyes." - - Here did he end more blessed than his wishes. - (Fame's at the high, when Love indites the Story) - The private life brings with it heavenly blisses. - Sweet Contemplation much increaseth glory. - I'll leave him to the learning of Love's spell! - "Better part friends, that follow fiends to hell!" - - ISMENIO, with VITULLIA went together, - Perhaps both wounded with blind CUPID'S dart; - Yet durst they not relate their love to either, - Love if once pitied, pierceth to the heart: - But, sure, VITULLIA is so fair a mark, - CUPID would court her, though but by the dark. - - ARTESIA, she must go, the more She's grieved, - To churlish STRYMON, her adopted Mate; - CUPID, though blind, yet pitied and relieved - This modest Lady with some happy fate. - For what but Virtue, which doth all good nourish, - Could brook her fortunes, much less love and cherish. - - EURIALÆ, with good URANIA stayed, - Where Virtue dwells, they only had their being; - Beauty and Wit still fear, are not dismayed, - For where they dwell, Love ever will be prying. - These two were one. All good, each could impart. - One was their fortune, and one was their heart. - - Beauty and Virtue were true friends to either. - Heaven is the sphere where all men seek for glory. - Earth is the grave where sinners join together. - Hell keeps the book, enrols each lustful story. - Live as we will, Death makes, of all conclusion: - Die then to live! or life is thy confusion. - - Beauty and Wit in these, fed on Affection. - Labour and Industry were their twins of life. - Love and True Bounty were in their subjection, - Their bodies, with their spirits, had no strife. - Such were these two, as grace did them defend: - Such are these two, as with these two I end. - -FINIS. - - _Non Amori sed Virtuti._ - - - - -_The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage._ - -Supposed to be written by one at the point of death. - - -[Illustration] - - Give me my Scalop Shell of quiet, - My Staff of faith to walk upon, - My Scrip of joy, immortal diet! - My Bottle of salvation, - My Gown of glory, hope's true gage, - And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage! - - Blood must be my body's balmer, - No other balm will there be given! - Whilst my Soul, like a white Palmer, - Travels to the land of heaven, - Over the silver mountains, - Where spring the nectar fountains: - And there I'll kiss - The bowl of bliss, - And drink my eternal fill - On every milken hill! - My Soul will be a dry before; - But, after it, will ne'er thirst more! - - And by the happy blissful way, - More peaceful pilgrims I shall see - That have shook off their gowns of clay, - And go apparelled fresh like me. - I'll bring them first - To slake their thirst, - And then to taste those nectar suckets - At the clear wells - Where sweetness dwells, - Drawn up by Saints in crystal buckets. - - And when our bottles and all we, - Are filled with immortality, - Then the holy paths we'll travel, - Strewed with rubies thick as gravel, - Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors, - High walls of coral, and pearl bowers. - - From thence, to Heaven's bribeless Hall, - Where no corrupted voices brawl. - No conscience molten into gold; - Nor forged accusers bought and sold. - No cause deferred, nor vain spent journey; - For there, CHRIST is the King's Attorney, - Who pleads for all without degrees; - And he hath angels, but no fees! - When the grand twelve million Jury, - Of our sins and sinful fury, - 'Gainst our souls, black verdicts give: - CHRIST pleads his death, and then we live! - Be thou, my speaker, taintless Pleader! - Unblotted Lawyer! true Proceeder! - Thou movest salvation, even for alms! - Not with a bribèd lawyer's palms. - - And this is my eternal Plea, - To Him that made heaven, earth, and sea; - Seeing my flesh must die so soon, - And want a head to dine next noon; - Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread, - Set on my Soul, an everlasting head! - Then am I ready, like a Palmer fit - To tread those blest paths, which before I writ. - -FINIS. - - - - -MICHAEL DRAYTON. - -_Odes._ - -[1606, and 1619.] - - -_To the Reader._ - -[Illustration] - -Odes I have called these, the first of my few Poems; which how happy -soever they prove, yet Criticism itself cannot say, That the name is -wrongfully usurped. For (not to begin with Definitions, against the -Rule of Oratory; nor _ab ovo_, against the Prescript of Poetry in a -poetical argument: but somewhat only to season thy palate with a slight -description) an Ode is known to have been properly a Song moduled to -the ancient harp: and neither too short-breathed, as hastening to the -end; nor composed of [the] longest verses, as unfit for the sudden -turns and lofty tricks with which APOLLO used to menage it. - -They are, as the Learned say, divers: - -Some transcendently lofty; and far more high than the Epic, commonly -called the Heroic, Poem--witness those of the inimitable PINDARUS -consecrated to the glory and renown of such as returned in triumph -from [the Games at] Olympus, Elis, Isthmus, or the like. - -Others, among the Greeks, are amorous, soft, and made for chambers; as -others for theatres: as were ANACREON'S, the very delicacies of the -Grecian ERATO; which Muse seemed to have been the Minion of that Teian -old man, which composed them. - -Of a mixed kind were HORACE'S. And [we] may truly therefore call these -mixed; whatsoever else are mine: little partaking of the high dialect -of the first - - Though we be _all_ to seek - Of PINDAR, that great Greek, - -nor altogether of ANACREON; the Arguments being amorous, moral, or what -else the Muse pleaseth. - -To write much in this kind neither know I how it will relish: nor, -in so doing, can I but injuriously presuppose ignorance or sloth in -thee; or draw censure upon myself for sinning against the decorum -of a Preface, by reading a Lecture, where it is enough to sum the -points. New they are, and the work of Playing Hours: but what other -commendation is theirs, and whether inherent in the subject, must be -thine to judge. - - * * * * * - -But to act the Go-Between of my Poems and thy applause, is neither my -modesty nor confidence: that, oftener than once, have acknowledged -thee, kind; and do not doubt hereafter to do somewhat in which I shall -not fear thee, just. And would, at this time, also gladly let thee -understand what I think, above the rest, of the last Ode of the number; -or, if thou wilt, Ballad in my book. For both the great Master of -Italian rymes PETRARCH, and our CHAUCER, and others of the Upper House -of the Muses, have thought their Canzons honoured in the title of a -_Ballad:_ which for that I labour to meet truly therein with the old -English garb, I hope as ably to justify as the learned COLIN CLOUT his -_Roundelay_. - -Thus requesting thee, in thy better judgment, to correct such faults as -have escaped in the printing; I bid thee farewell. - - [M. DRAYTON.] - - - - -_ODES._ - -[1606.] - - -ODE I. - -_To Himself, and the Harp._ - -[Illustration] - - And why not I, as he - That's greatest, if as free, - (In sundry strains that strive, - Since there so many be), - Th' old Lyric kind revive? - - I will, yea; and I may: - Who shall oppose my way? - For what is he alone, - That of himself can say, - He's Heir of Helicon. - - APOLLO and the Nine - Forbid no man their shrine, - That cometh with hands pure; - Else, they be so divine, - They will not him endure. - - For they be such coy things; - That they care not for Kings, - And dare let them know it: - Nor may he touch their Springs - That is not born a Poet. - -[Sidenote: PYRENÆUS, King of Phocis attempting to ravish the Muses.] - - The Phocean it did prove, - Whom when foul lust did move - Those Maids, unchaste to make; - Fell as with them he strove, - His neck and justly brake. - - That instrument ne'er heard, - Struck by the skilful Bard, - It strongly to awake; - But it th' infernals scared, - And made Olympus quake. - -[Sidenote: I Samuel xvi.] - - As those prophetic strings, - Whose sounds with fiery wings - Drave fiends from their abode; - Touched by the best of Kings, - That sang the holy Ode. - -[Sidenote: ORPHEUS the Thracian Poet. _Caput, Hebre, lyramque excipis, -&c._ OVID. _Metam._ xi.] - - So his, which women slew: - And it int' Hebrus threw; - Such sounds yet forth it sent, - The banks to weep that drew, - As down the stream it went. - -[Sidenote: MERCURY, inventor of the harp, as HORACE. Ode 10, Lib. I., -_curvæque lyræ parentem_.] - - That by the tortoise shell, - To MAYA'S son it fell, - The most thereof not doubt: - But sure some Power did dwell - In him who found it out. - -[Sidenote: Thebes feigned to have been raised by music.] - - The wildest of the field, - And air, with rivers t' yield, - Which moved; that sturdy glebes, - And mossy oaks could wield, - To raise the piles of Thebes. - - And diversely though strung, - So anciently We sung - To it; that now scarce known, - If first it did belong - To Greece, or if our own. - -[Sidenote: The ancient British Priests, so called of their abode in -woods.] - - The Druids embrued - With gore, on altars rude - With sacrifices crowned, - In hollow woods bedewed, - Adored the trembling sound. - -[Sidenote: PINDAR, Prince of the Greek Lyrics, of whom HORACE, -_PINDARUM quisquis studet, &c._ Ode 2, Lib. IV.] - - Though we be _all_ to seek - Of PINDAR, that great Greek, - To finger it aright; - The soul with power to strike: - His hand retained such might. - -[Sidenote: HORACE, first of the Romans in that kind.] - - Or him that Rome did grace, - Whose Airs we all embrace: - That scarcely found his peer; - Nor giveth PHŒBUS place, - For strokes divinely clear. - -[Sidenote: The Irish Harp.] - - The Irish I admire, - And still cleave to that Lyre - As our Music's mother: - And think, till I expire, - APOLLO'S such another. - - As Britons that so long - Have held this antique Song; - And let all our carpers - Forbear their fame to wrong: - Th'are right skilful harpers. - -[Sidenote: SOOWTHERN, an English Lyric. [His _PANDORA_ was published in -1584.]] - - SOOWTHERN, I long thee spare; - Yet wish thee well to fare, - Who me pleasedst greatly: - As first, therefore more rare, - Handling thy harp neatly. - - To those that with despite - Shall term these Numbers slight; - Tell them, Their judgment's blind! - Much erring from the right. - It is a noble kind. - -[Sidenote: An old English Rhymer.] - - Nor is 't the Verse doth make, - That giveth, or doth take: - 'Tis possible to climb, - To kindle, or to slake; - Although in SKELTON'S rhyme. - - - - -ODE 2. - -_To the New Year._ - - -[Illustration] - - Rich statue double faced! - With marble temples graced, - To raise thy godhead higher; - In flames where, altars shining, - Before thy Priests divining, - Do od'rous fumes expire. - - Great JANUS, I thy pleasure, - With all the Thespian treasure, - Do seriously pursue: - To th' passed year returning, - As though the Old adjourning; - Yet bringing in the New. - - Thy ancient Vigils yearly, - I have observèd clearly; - Thy Feasts yet smoking be! - Since all thy store abroad is; - Give something to my goddess, - As hath been used by thee! - - Give her th' Eoan Brightness! - Winged with that subtle lightness - That doth transpierce the air; - The Roses of the Morning! - The rising heaven adorning, - To mesh with flames of hair; - - Those ceaseless Sounds, above all, - Made by those orbs that move all; - And ever swelling there: - Wrapped up in Numbers flowing, - Them actually bestowing - For jewels at her ear. - - O rapture great and holy, - Do thou transport me wholly - So well her form to vary! - That I aloft may bear her - Where as I will insphere her - In regions high and starry. - - And in my choice Composures, - The soft and easy Closures - So amorously shall meet, - That every lively Ceasure - Shall tread a perfect measure, - Set on so equal feet. - - That spray to fame so fert'le, - The lover-crowning myrtle, - In wreaths of mixèd boughs; - Within whose shades are dwelling - Those beauties most excelling, - Enthroned upon her brows. - - Those parallels so even, - Drawn on the face of heaven, - That curious Art supposes; - Direct those gems, whose clearness - Far off amaze by nearness, - Each globe such fire encloses. - - Her bosom full of blisses, - By Nature made for kisses; - So pure and wondrous clear: - Where as a thousand Graces - Behold their lovely faces, - As they are bathing there. - - O thou self-little Blindness! - The kindness of unkindness, - Yet one of those Divine: - Thy Brands to me were lever, - Thy Fascia, and thy Quiver, - And thou this Quill of mine. - - This heart so freshly bleeding, - Upon its own self feeding; - Whose wounds still dropping be: - O Love, thyself confounding, - Her coldness so abounding, - And yet such heat in me. - - Yet, if I be inspirèd, - I'll leave thee so admirèd - To all that shall succeed; - That were they more than many, - 'Mongst all there is not any - That Time so oft shall read. - - Nor adamant ingravèd, - That hath been choicely savèd, - IDEA'S name outwears: - So large a dower as this is; - The greatest often misses, - The diadem that bears. - - - - -ODE 3. - -[_TO CUPID._] - - -[Illustration] - - Maidens, why spare ye? - Or whether not dare ye - Correct the blind Shooter?' - "Because wanton VENUS, - So oft that doth pain us, - Is her son's tutor. - - "Now in the Spring, - He proveth his wing; - The field is his Bower: - And as the small bee, - About flyeth he, - From flower to flower. - - "And wantonly roves - Abroad in the groves, - And in the air hovers; - Which when it him deweth, - His feathers he meweth - In sighs of true Lovers. - - "And since doomed by Fate - (That well knew his hate) - That he should be blind; - For very despite, - Our eyes be his White: - So wayward his kind! - - "If his shafts losing - (Ill his mark choosing) - Or his bow broken; - The moan VENUS maketh, - And care that she taketh, - Cannot be spoken. - - "To VULCAN commending - Her love; and straight sending - Her doves and her sparrows, - With kisses, unto him: - And all but to woo him - To make her son arrows. - - "Telling what he hath done; - Saith she,'Right mine own son!' - In her arms she him closes. - Sweets on him fans, - Laid in down of her swans; - His sheets, leaves of roses. - - "And feeds him with kisses; - Which oft when he misses, - He ever is froward. - The mother's o'erjoying - Makes, by much coying, - The child so untoward." - - _Yet in a fine net, - That a spider set, - The Maidens had caught him. - Had she not been near him, - And chancèd to hear him; - More good they had taught him!_ - - - - -_To my worthy friend Master JOHN SAVAGE of the Inner Temple._ - -ODE 4. - - -[Illustration] - - Upon this sinful earth, - If Man can happy be, - And higher than his birth, - Friend, take him thus of me: - - Whom promise not deceives, - That he the breach should rue; - Nor constant reason leaves - Opinion to pursue. - - To raise his mean estate, - That soothes no Wanton's sin: - Doth that preferment hate, - That virtue doth not win - - Nor bravery doth admire: - Nor doth more love profess - To that he doth desire, - Than that he doth possess. - - Loose humour nor to please, - That neither spares nor spends; - But by discretion weighs - What is to needful ends. - - To him deserving not, - Not yielding: nor doth hold - What is not his: doing what - He ought, not what he could. - - Whom the base tyrants' will - So much could never awe - As him, for good or ill, - From honesty to draw. - - Whose constancy doth rise - 'Bove undeservèd spite; - Whose valuers to despise - That most doth him delight. - - That early leave doth take - Of th' World, though to his pain, - For Virtue's only sake; - And not till need constrain. - - No man can be so free, - Though in imperial seat; - Nor eminent: as he - That deemeth nothing great. - - - - -ODE 5. - -[_An Amouret Anacreontic._] - - -[Illustration] - - Most good! most fair! - Or thing as rare! - To call you's lost; - For all the cost - Words can bestow - So poorly show - Upon your praise, - That all the ways - Sense hath, come short. - Whereby Report - Falls them under: - That when Wonder - More hath seized; - Yet not pleased - That it, in kind, - Nothing can find, - You to express. - Nevertheless - As by globes small - This mighty ALL - Is shewed, though far - From life; each star - A World being: - So we seeing - You, like as that, - Only trust what - Art doth us teach. - And when I reach - At Moral Things, - And that my strings - Gravely should strike; - Straight some mislike - Blotteth mine Ode; - As, with the Load, - The Steel we touch: - Forced ne'er so much; - Yet still removes - To that it loves, - Till there it stays. - So to your praise - I turn ever: - And though never - From you moving; - Happy so loving. - - - - -ODE 6. - -[_Love's Conquest._] - - -[Illustration] - - Wer 't granted me to choose, - How I would end my days, - Since I this life must lose; - It should be in your praise: - For there are no Bays - Can be set above You. - - S'impossibly I love You; - And for You sit so high - (Whence none may remove You) - In my clear Poesy, - That I oft deny - You so ample merit. - - The freedom of my spirit - Maintaining, still, my cause; - Your sex not to inherit, - Urging the Salic Laws: - But your virtue draws - From me every due. - - Thus still You me pursue, - That nowhere I can dwell; - By fear made just to You, - Who naturally rebel; - Of You that excel - That should I still endite. - - Yet will You want some rite. - That lost in your high praise, - I wander to and fro; - As seeing sundry ways: - Yet which the right not know - To get out of this Maze. - - - - -ODE 7. - -[_An Ode written in the Peak._] - - -[Illustration] - - This while we are abroad, - Shall we not touch our Lyre? - Shall we not sing an Ode? - Shall that holy fire, - In us that strongly glowed, - In this cold air expire? - - Long since the Summer laid - Her lusty bravery down; - The Autumn half is weighed, - And BOREAS 'gins to frown: - Since now I did behold - Great BRUTE'S first builded town. - - Though in the utmost Peak, - A while we do remain; - Amongst the mountains bleak, - Exposed to sleet and rain: - No sport our hours shall break, - To exercise our vein. - - What though bright PHŒBUS' beams - Refresh the southern ground; - And though the princely Thames - With beauteous Nymphs abound; - And by old Camber's streams - Be many wonders found: - - Yet many rivers clear - Here glide in silver swathes; - And what of all most dear, - Buxton's delicious baths, - Strong ale, and noble cheer, - T'assuage breem Winter's scathes. - - Those grim and horrid caves, - Whose looks affright the day; - Wherein nice Nature saves - What she would not bewray: - Our better leisure craves, - And doth invite our Lay. - - In places far, or near, - Or famous, or obscure; - Where wholesome is the air, - Or where the most impure; - All times, and everywhere, - The Muse is still in ure. - - - - -ODE 8. - - -[Illustration] - - Sing we the Rose! - Than which no flower there grows - Is sweeter; - And aptly her compare - With what in that is rare: - A parallel none meeter. - - Or made posies, - Of this that encloses - Such blisses: - That naturally flusheth, - As she blusheth - When she is robbed of kisses. - - Or if strewed, - When with the morning dewed; - Or stilling; - Or how to sense exposed: - All which in her enclosed, - Each place with sweetness filling. - - That most renowned - By Nature richly crowned - With yellow; - Of that delicious lair: - And as pure her hair, - Unto the same the fellow. - - Fearing of harm; - Nature that flower doth arm - From danger: - The touch gives her offence, - But with reverence - Unto herself, a stranger. - - The red, or white, - Or mixed, the sense delight, - Beholding, - In her complexion: - All which perfection, - Such harmony infolding, - - That divided, - Ere it was decided - Which most pure, - Began the grievous War - Of YORK and LANCASTER, - That did many years endure. - - Conflicts as great - As were in all that heat, - I sustain: - By her, as many hearts - As men on either parts, - That with her eyes hath slain. - - The Primrose flower, - The first of FLORA'S bower - Is placed: - So is She first, as best: - Though excellent the rest; - All gracing, by none graced. - - - - -ODE 9. - -[_A Skeltoniad._] - - -[Illustration] - - The Muse should be sprightly; - Yet not handling lightly - Things grave: as much loath - Things that be slight, to cloathe - Curiously. To retain - The Comeliness in mean - Is true Knowledge and Wit. - Nor me forced rage doth fit, - That I thereto should lack - Tobacco, or need Sack; - Which to the colder brain - Is the true Hippocrene. - Nor did I ever care - For Great Fools, nor them spare. - Virtue, though neglected, - Is not so dejected - As vilely to descend - To low baseness, their end: - Neither each rhyming slave - Deserves the name to have - Of Poet. So, the rabble - Of Fools, for the table, - That have their jests by heart, - As an Actor his part, - Might assume them chairs - Amongst the Muses' heirs. - Parnassus is not clomb - By every such Mome: - Up whose steep side who swerves, - It behoves t'have strong nerves. - My resolution such - How _well_, and not how _much_, - To write. Thus do I fare - Like some few good, that care - (The evil sort among) - How _well_ to live, and not how _long_. - - - - -ODE 10. - -[_His Defence against the idle Critic._] - - -[Illustration] - - The Ryme nor mars, nor makes; - Nor addeth it, nor takes, - From that which we propose: - Things imaginary - Do so strangely vary - That quickly we them lose. - - And what's quickly begot, - As soon again is not; - This do I truly know. - Yea, and what's born with pain; - That, Sense doth long'st retain, - Gone with a greater flow. - - Yet this Critic so stern, - (But whom, none must discern - Nor perfectly have seeing) - Strangely lays about him, - As nothing without him - Were worthy of being, - - That I myself betray - To that most public way; - Where the World's old bawd - Custom, that doth humour, - And by idle rumour, - Her dotages applaud. - - That whilst she still prefers - Those that be wholly hers, - Madness and Ignorance; - I creep behind the Time, - From spertling with their crime; - And glad too with my chance. - - O wretched World the while, - When the evil most vile - Beareth the fairest face; - And inconstant lightness, - With a scornful slightness, - The best things doth disgrace! - - Whilst this strange knowing beast, - Man; of himself the least, - His envy declaring, - Makes Virtue to descend, - Her title to defend - Against him; much preparing. - - Yet these me not delude, - Nor from my place extrude, - By their resolvèd hate; - Their vileness that do know: - Which to myself I show, - To keep above my fate. - - - - -ODE 11. - -_To the Virginian Voyage._ - - -[Illustration] - - You brave heroic minds, - Worthy your country's name, - That Honour still pursue; - Go and subdue! - Whilst loitering hinds - Lurk here at home with shame. - - Britans, you stay too long; - Quickly aboard bestow you! - And with a merry gale - Swell your stretched sail! - With vows as strong - As the winds that blow you. - - Your course securely steer, - West-and-by-South forth keep! - Rocks, Lee-shores, nor Shoals, - When EOLUS scowls, - You need not fear! - So absolute the deep. - - And cheerfully at sea, - Success you still entice, - To get the pearl and gold; - And ours to hold, - Virginia, - Earth's only Paradise. - - Where Nature hath in store - Fowl, venison, and fish: - And the fruitful soil; - Without your toil, - Three harvests more, - All greater than your wish. - - And the ambitious vine - Crowns, with his purple mass, - The cedar reaching high - To kiss the sky. - The cypress, pine, - And useful sassafras. - - To whose, the Golden Age - Still Nature's laws doth give: - No other cares that tend, - But them to defend - From winter's age, - That long there doth not live. - - When as the luscious smell - Of that delicious land, - Above the seas that flows, - The clear wind throws, - Your hearts to swell, - Approaching the dear strand. - - In kenning of the shore - (Thanks to GOD first given!) - O you, the happiest men, - Be frolic then! - Let cannons roar! - Frightening the wide heaven. - - And in regions far, - Such heroes bring ye forth - As those from whom We came! - And plant our name - Under that Star - Not known unto our North! - - And as there plenty grows - Of laurel everywhere, - APOLLO'S sacred tree; - You it may see - A Poet's brows - To crown, that may sing there. - - Thy _Voyages_ attend, - Industrious HAKLUYT! - Whose reading shall inflame - Men to seek fame; - And much commend - To after Times thy wit. - - - - -ODE 12. - -_To the Cambro-Britans and their Harp, his Ballad of Agincourt._ - - [Besides this Ballad: MICHAEL DRAYTON published, in 1627, a much - longer Poem upon this celebrated Battle.] - - -[Illustration] - - Fair stood the wind for France, - When we our sails advance; - Nor now to prove our chance - Longer will tarry. - But putting to the main; - At Caux, the mouth of Seine, - With all his martial train - Landed King HARRY. - - And taking many a fort - Furnished in warlike sort, - Marcheth towards Agincourt - In happy hour; - Skirmishing, day by day, - With those that stopped his way, - Where the French General lay - With all his Power. - - Which, in his height of pride, - King HENRY to deride; - His ransom to provide, - To the King sending. - Which he neglects the while, - As from a nation vile; - Yet, with an angry smile, - Their fall portending. - - And turning to his men, - Quoth our brave HENRY then: - "Though they to one be ten - Be not amazèd! - Yet have we well begun: - Battles so bravely won - Have ever to the sun - By Fame been raised!" - - "And for myself," quoth he, - "This my full rest shall be: - England ne'er mourn for me, - Nor more esteem me! - Victor I will remain, - Or on this earth lie slain: - Never shall She sustain - Loss to redeem me! - - "Poitiers and Cressy tell, - When most their pride did swell, - Under our swords they fell. - No less our skill is, - Than when our Grandsire great, - Claiming the regal seat, - By many a warlike feat - Lopped the French lillies." - - The Duke of YORK so dread - The eager Vanward led; - With the Main, HENRY sped - Amongst his henchmen: - EXETER had the Rear, - A braver man not there! - O Lord, how hot they were - On the false Frenchmen! - - They now to fight are gone; - Armour on armour shone; - Drum now to drum did groan: - To hear, was wonder. - That, with cries they make, - The very earth did shake; - Trumpet, to trumpet spake; - Thunder, to thunder. - - Well it thine age became, - O noble ERPINGHAM! - Which didst the signal aim - To our hid forces: - When, from a meadow by, - Like a storm suddenly, - The English Archery - Stuck the French horses. - - With Spanish yew so strong; - Arrows a cloth-yard long, - That like to serpents stung, - Piercing the weather. - None from his fellow starts; - But, playing manly parts, - And like true English hearts, - Stuck close together. - - When down their bows they threw; - And forth their bilbowes [_swords_] drew - And on the French they flew: - Not one was tardy. - Arms were from the shoulders sent - Scalps to the teeth were rent, - Down the French peasants went: - Our men were hardy. - - This while our noble King, - His broad sword brandishing, - Down the French host did ding - As to o'erwhelm it. - And many a deep wound lent; - His arms with blood besprent, - And many a cruel dent - Bruisèd his helmet. - - GLOUCESTER that Duke so good, - Next of the royal blood, - For famous England stood - With his brave brother. - CLARENCE, in steel so bright, - Though but a Maiden Knight; - Yet in that furious fight, - Scarce such another! - - WARWICK, in blood did wade; - OXFORD, the foe invade, - And cruel slaughter made, - Still as they ran up. - SUFFOLK his axe did ply; - BEAUMONT and WILLOUGHBY - Bare them right doughtily: - FERRERS, and FANHOPE. - - Upon Saint CRISPIN'S Day, - Fought was this noble Fray; - Which Fame did not delay - To England to carry. - O when shall English men - With such acts fill a pen? - Or England breed again - Such a King HARRY? - -FINIS. - - - - -PREFACE TO THE ADDITIONAL ODES OF 1619. - -_To the worthy Knight, and my noble friend, Sir HENRY GOODERE, a -Gentleman of His Majesty's Privy Chamber._ - - -[Illustration] - - These Lyric pieces, short, and few, - Most worthy Sir, I send to you; - To read them be not weary! - They may become JOHN HEWES his lyre, - Which oft, at Polesworth,[12] by the fire, - Hath made us gravely merry. - - Believe it, he must have the trick - Of Ryming, with Invention quick, - That should do Lyrics well: - But how I have done in this kind, - Though in myself I cannot find, - Your judgment best can tell. - - Th' old British Bards (upon their harps - For falling Flats, and rising Sharps, - That curiously were strung) - To stir their Youth to warlike rage, - Or their wild fury to assuage, - In these loose Numbers sung. - - No more I, for fools' censure pass, - Than for the braying of an ass; - Nor once mine ear will lend them: - If you but please to take in gree - These _Odes_, sufficient 'tis to me: - Your liking can commend them. - - Yours, - - MICHAEL DRAYTON. - -FOOTNOTE: - -[Footnote 12: In Warwickshire.] - - - - -WITH OTHER LYRIC POESIES. - -_To his Valentine._ - - -[Illustration] - - Muse, bid the Morn awake! - Sad Winter now declines, - Each bird doth choose a Make; - This day's Saint VALENTINE'S. - For that good Bishop's sake - Get up, and let us see - What Beauty it shall be - That Fortune us assigns! - - But, lo, in happy hour, - The place wherein she lies; - In yonder climbing Tower, - Gilt by the glitt'ring Rise. - O, JOVE, that in a shower - (As once that Thunderer did, - When he in drops lay hid) - That I could her surprise! - - Her canopy I'll draw, - With spangled plumes bedight: - No mortal ever saw - So ravishing a sight; - That it the Gods might awe, - And pow'rfully transpierce - The globy Universe, - Outshooting every light. - - My lips I'll softly lay - Upon her heavenly cheek, - Dyed like the dawning day, - As polished ivory sleek; - And in her ear I'll say: - "O thou bright Morning Star! - 'Tis I, that come so far, - My Valentine to seek. - - "Each little bird, this tide, - Doth choose her lovèd pheere; - Which constantly abide - In wedlock all the year, - As Nature is their guide; - So may we Two be true - This year, nor change for new; - As turtles coupled were. - - "The sparrow, swan, the dove, - Though VENUS' birds they be; - Yet are they not for love, - So absolute as we! - For reason us doth move; - But they by billing woo. - Then try what we can do! - To whom each sense is free. - - "Which we have more than they, - By livelier organs swayed; - Our Appetite each way - More by our Sense obeyed. - Our Passions to display, - This season us doth fit; - Then let us follow it, - As Nature us doth lead! - - "One kiss in two let's breathe! - Confounded with the touch, - But half words let us speak! - Our lips employed so much, - Until we both grow weak: - With sweetness of thy breath, - O smother me to death! - Long let our joys be such! - - "Let's laugh at them that choose - Their Valentines by lot; - To wear their names that use, - Whom idly they have got." - Saint VALENTINE, befriend! - We thus this Morn may spend: - Else, Muse, awake her not! - - - - -_The Heart._ - - -[Illustration] - - If thus we needs must go; - What shall our one Heart do, - This One made of our Two? - - Madam, two Hearts we brake; - And from them both did take - The best, one Heart to make. - - Half this is of your Heart, - Mine in the other part; - Joined by an equal Art. - - Were it cemented, or sewn; - By shreds or pieces known, - We might each find our own. - - But 'tis dissolved and fixed; - And with such cunning mixed, - No diff'rence that betwixt. - - But how shall we agree, - By whom it kept shall be: - Whether by you or me? - - It cannot two breasts fill; - One must be heart-less still, - Until the other will. - - It came to me to-day: - When I willed it to say, - With Whether would it stay? - - It told me, "In your breast, - Where it might hope to rest: - For if it were my guest, - - "For certainty, it knew - That I would still anew - Be sending it to you!" - - Never, I think, had two - Such work, so much, to do: - A Unity to woo! - - Yours was so cold and chaste: - Whilst mine with zeal did waste; - Like Fire with Water placed. - - How did my Heart intreat! - How pant! How did it beat, - Till it could give yours heat! - - Till to that temper brought, - Through our perfection wrought, - That blessing either's thought. - - In such a height it lies - From this base World's dull eyes; - That Heaven it not envies. - - All that this Earth can show. - Our Heart shall not once know! - For it's too vile and low. - - - - -_The Sacrifice to APOLLO._ - - -[Illustration] - - Priests of APOLLO, sacred be the room - For this learned meeting! Let no barbarous groom, - How brave soe'er he be, - Attempt to enter! - But of the Muses free, - None here may venture! - This for the Delphian Prophets is prepared: - The profane Vulgar are from hence debarred! - - And since the Feast so happily begins; - Call up those fair Nine, with their violins! - They are begot by JOVE. - Then let us place them - Where no clown in may shove, - That may disgrace them: - But let them near to young APOLLO sit; - So shall his foot-pace overflow with wit. - - Where be the Graces? Where be those fair Three? - In any hand, they may not absent be! - They to the Gods are dear: - And they can humbly - Teach us, ourselves to bear, - And do things comely. - They, and the Muses, rise both from one stem: - They grace the Muses; and the Muses, them. - - Bring forth your flagons, filled with sparkling wine - (Whereon swollen BACCHUS, crownèd with a vine, - Is graven); and fill out! - It well bestowing - To every man about, - In goblets flowing! - Let not a man drink, but in draughts profound! - To our god PHŒBUS, let the Health go round! - - Let your Jests fly at large; yet therewithal - See they be Salt, but yet not mixed with Gall! - Not tending to disgrace: - But fairly given, - Becoming well the place, - Modest and even, - That they, with tickling pleasure, may provoke - Laughter in him on whom the Jest is broke. - - Or if the deeds of Heroes ye rehearse: - Let them be sung in so well-ordered Verse, - That each word have its weight, - Yet run with pleasure! - Holding one stately height - In so brave measure - That they may make the stiffest storm seem weak; - And damp JOVE'S thunder, when it loud'st doth speak. - - And if ye list to exercise your vein, - Or in the Sock, or in the Buskined strain; - Let Art and Nature go - One with the other! - Yet so, that Art may show - Nature her mother: - The thick-brained audience lively to awake, - Till with shrill claps the Theatre do shake. - - Sing Hymns to BACCHUS then, with hands upreared! - Offer to JOVE, who most is to be feared! - From him the Muse we have. - From him proceedeth - More than we dare to crave. - 'Tis he that feedeth - Them, whom the World would starve. Then let the lyre - Sound! whilst his altars endless flames expire. - - - - -_To his Rival._ - - -[Illustration] - - Her loved I most, - By thee that's lost, - Though she were won with leisure; - She was my gain: - But to my pain, - Thou spoilest me of my treasure - - The ship full fraught - With gold, far sought, - Though ne'er so wisely helmèd, - May suffer wrack - In sailing back, - By tempest overwhelmèd. - - But She, good Sir! - Did not prefer - You, for that I was ranging: - But for that She - Found faith in me, - And She loved to be changing. - - Therefore boast not - Your happy lot; - Be silent now you have her! - The time I knew - She slighted you, - When I was in her favour. - - None stands so fast - But may be cast - By Fortune, and disgracèd: - Once did I wear - Her garter there, - Where you her glove have placèd. - - I had the vow - That thou hast now, - And glances to discover - Her love to me; - And She to thee, - Reads but old lessons over. - - She hath no smile - That can beguile; - But, as my thought, I know it: - Yea to a hair, - Both when, and where, - And how, she will bestow it. - - What now is thine - Was only mine, - And first to me was given; - Thou laugh'st at me! - I laugh at thee! - And thus we two are even. - - But I'll not mourn, - But stay my turn; - The wind may come about, Sir! - And once again - May bring me in; - And help to bear you out, Sir! - - - - -_The Crier._ - - -[Illustration] - - Good folk, for gold or hire, - But help me to a Crier! - For my poor Heart is run astray - After two Eyes, that passed this way. - - Oh yes! O yes! O yes! - If there be any man, - In town or country, can - Bring me my Heart again; - I'll please him for his pain. - - And by these marks, I will you show - That only I this Heart do owe [_own_]: - It is a wounded Heart, - Wherein yet sticks the dart. - Every piece sore hurt throughout it: - Faith and Troth writ round about it. - It was a tame Heart, and a dear; - And never used to roam: - But having got this haunt, I fear - 'Twill hardly stay at home - - For God's sake, walking by the way, - If you my Heart do see; - Either impound it for a Stray. - Or send it back to me! - - - - -_To his coy Love._ - -A Canzonet. - - -[Illustration] - - I pray thee leave! Love me no more! - Call home the heart you gave me! - I but in vain that Saint adore - That can, but will not, save me. - These poor half kisses kill me quite! - Was ever man thus servèd? - Amidst an ocean of delight, - For pleasure to be starvèd. - - Show me no more those snowy breasts - With azure riverets branchèd! - Where whilst mine Eye with plenty feeds, - Yet is my thirst not staunchèd. - O TANTALUS, thy pains ne'er tell! - By me thou art prevented: - 'Tis _nothing_ to be plagued in Hell; - But, _thus_, in Heaven, tormented! - - Clip me no more in those dear arms; - Nor thy "Life's Comfort" call me: - O these are but too powerful charms; - And do but more enthrall me. - But see how patient I am grown, - In all this coil about thee! - Come, nice Thing, let thy heart alone! - I cannot live without thee! - - - - -_A Hymn to his Lady's Birth-place._ - - -[Sidenote: Coventry finely walled.] - -[Illustration] - - Coventry, that dost adorn - The country [_County_] wherein I was born: - Yet therein lies not thy praise; - Why I should crown thy Towers with bays? - 'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee weds; - Thy Ports; nor thy proud Pyramids; - - Nor thy trophies of the Boar: - But that She which I adore, - (Which scarce Goodness's self can pair) - First there breathing, blest thy air. - -[Sidenote: The shoulder-bone of a Boar of mighty bigness.] - - IDEA; in which name I hide - Her, in my heart deified. - For what good, Man's mind can see; - Only her ideas be: - She, in whom the Virtues came - In Woman's shape, and took her name. - She so far past imitation - As (but Nature our creation - Could not alter) she had aimed - More than Woman to have framed. - She whose truly written story, - To thy poor name shall add more glory, - Than if it should have been thy chance - T'have bred our Kings that conquered France. - -[Sidenote: Two famous Pilgrimages: one in Norfolk, the other in Kent.] - - Had she been born the former Age, - That house had been a Pilgrimage; - And reputed more Divine - Than Walsingham, or BECKET's Shrine. - -[Sidenote: GODIVA, Duke LEOFRIC'S wife, who obtained the freedom of the -city of her husband, by riding through it naked.] - - That Princess, to whom thou dost owe - Thy Freedom (whose clear blushing snow - The envious sun saw; when as she - Naked rode to make thee free), - Was but her type: as to foretell - Thou shouldst bring forth One should excel - Her bounty; by whom thou shouldst have - More Honour, than she Freedom gave. - -[Sidenote: Queen ELIZABETH.] - - And that great Queen, which but of late - Ruled this land in peace and State, - Had not been; but Heaven had sworn - A Maid should reign when She was born. - - Of thy streets, which thou hold'st best, - And most frequent of the rest; - -[Sidenote: A noted street in Coventry.] - -[Sidenote: His Mistress's birthday.] - - Happy _Mich Park!_ Every year, - On the Fourth of August there, - Let thy Maids, from FLORA'S bowers, - With their choice and daintiest flowers - Deck thee up! and from their store, - With brave garlands crown that door! - - The old man passing by that way, - To his son, in time, shall say: - "There was that Lady born: which - Long to after Ages shall be sung." - Who, unawares being passed by, - Back to that house shall cast his eye; - Speaking my verses as he goes, - And with a sigh shut every Close. - - Dear City! travelling by thee, - When thy rising Spires I see, - Destined her Place of Birth; - Yet methinks the very earth - Hallowed is, so far as I - Can thee possibly descry. - Then thou, dwelling in this place, - (Hearing some rude hind disgrace - Thy city, with some scurvy thing - Which some Jester forth did bring) - Speak these Lines, where thou dost come, - And strike the slave for ever dumb. - -[Illustration] - - * * * * * - -[Edinburgh: T. and A. 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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/license - - -Title: Some Longer Elizabethan Poems - -Author: Various - -Commentator: A. H. Bullen - -Release Date: February 19, 2017 [EBook #54194] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SOME LONGER ELIZABETHAN POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by David Starner, Jane Robins, 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> - - -<div class="title"> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h1><em>AN ENGLISH GARNER</em><br /> - -<br /> -SOME LONGER<br /> -ELIZABETHAN POEMS</h1> - -<p class="p5">WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY</p> -<p class="p3a">A. H. BULLEN</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_title.jpg" width="88" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p5">WESTMINSTER<br /> -ARCHIBALD CONSTABLE AND CO., LTD.<br /> -1903</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">PUBLISHERS' NOTE</p> - - -<blockquote><p>The texts contained in the present volume are reprinted -with very slight alterations from the <cite>English -Garner</cite> issued in eight volumes (1877-1890, London, -8vo) by Professor Arber, whose name is sufficient -guarantee for the accurate collation of the texts -with the rare originals, the old spelling being in -most cases carefully modernised. The contents of -the original <cite>Garner</cite> have been rearranged and now -for the first time classified, under the general -editorial supervision of Mr. Thomas Seccombe. -Certain lacunae have been filled by the interpolation -of fresh matter. The Introductions are wholly -new and have been written specially for this issue.</p></blockquote> - - -<p class="center">Edinburgh: T. and A. <span class="smcap">Constable</span>, Printers to His Majesty</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> - - -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="CONTENTS"> -<tbody> -<tr> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr">PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#ORCHESTRA">Sir John Davies—Orchestra, or A Poem of Dancing,</a> 1596,</td> - <td class="tdr">1</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#SIR_JOHN_DAVIES">Sir John Davies—Nosce Teipsum:</a>—</td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdlc"><div class="bigbrace">}</div><span class="smallbrace">{ </span>1. Of Human Knowledge,<br /> <span class="mleft3"><span class="smallbrace">{ </span>2. Of the Soul of Man,</span> 1599,</td> - <td class="tdr">41</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#HYMNS_OF_ASTRAEA">Sir John Davies—Hymns of Astræa, in Acrostic Verse, 1599,</a></td> - <td class="tdr">107</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#SIX_IDILLIA">Six Idillia, that is six small or petty poems or Æglogues of<br /> Theocritus translated into English Verse (Anon),</a> Oxford, 1588,</td> - <td class="tdr bottom">123</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_AFFECTIONATE">*Richard Barnfield—The Affectionate Shepheard.</a> Containing</td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">the Complaint of Daphnis for the love of Ganymede, 1594,</td> - <td class="tdr">147</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#CYNTHICA">*Richard Barnfield—Cynthia.</a> With Certaine Sonnets and the</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">Legend of Cassandra, 1595,</td> - <td class="tdr">187</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_ENCOMION">*Richard Barnfield—The Encomion of Lady Pecunia:</a><br /> or The Praise of Money, 1598,</td> - <td class="tdr">227</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_COMPLAINT_OF_POETRIE">*Richard Barnfield—The Complaint of Poetrie</a> for<br /> the Death of Liberalitie, 1598,</td> - <td class="tdr">241</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_COMBAT">*Richard Barnfield—The Combat,</a> betweene Conscience and</td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">Covetousnesse in the minde of Man, 1598,</td> - <td class="tdr">253</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#POEMS_IN_DIVERS_HUMORS">*Richard Barnfield—Poems: in divers humors,</a> 1598,</td> - <td class="tdr">261</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#ASTROPHEL">Astrophel. A Pastoral Elegy upon the death of the most noble</a></td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. A group of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">elegies by Spenser and other hands printed as an</td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">Appendix to Spenser's Colin Clouts come home again, 1595,</td> - <td class="tdr">271</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#PHILOPARTHENS_LOVING_FOLLY">J. C.—Alcilia: Philoparthen's Loving Folly,</a> 1595,</td> - <td class="tdr">319</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_PASSIONS_OF_LOVE">Antony Scoloker—Daiphantus,</a> or The Passions of Love, by</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">An. Sc. Whereunto is added The Passionate Man's</td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">Pilgrimage, 1604,</td> - <td class="tdr">363</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><a href="#MICHAEL_DRAYTON">Michael Drayton—<cite>Odes</cite> [drawn from <cite>Poems Lyrick and Pastorall</cite>,</a></td> - <td> </td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdla">1606, and the later <cite>Poems</cite> of 1619],</td> - <td class="tdr">405</td></tr> -</tbody> -</table> -</div> - -<p class="center">*The items indicated by an asterisk are new additions to <cite>An English Garner</cite>.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>INTRODUCTION</h2> - - -<p>As there is no need to adopt a strictly chronological -order for the poems included in the present volume, I -have begun with the <em>Orchestra</em> and <em>Nosce Teipsum</em> of -Sir John Davies (1569-1626), who was undoubtedly one -of the most brilliant figures of the Elizabethan Age. -Well-born and gently bred, educated at Winchester and -at New College, Oxford, Davies was exceptionally fortunate -in escaping the pecuniary cares that harassed so many -Elizabethan men of letters. From the Middle Temple he -was called to the bar in 1595 (at the age of twenty-six). -In the previous year <em>Orchestra</em> had been entered in the -Stationers' Register, but the poem was first published in -1596. From the dedicatory sonnet to Richard Martin -we learn that it was written in fifteen days. There are, -however, no signs of haste in the writing, and it may fairly -be claimed that this poem in praise of dancing is a graceful -monument of ingenious fancy. Lucian composed a -valuable and entertaining treatise on dancing, and I suspect -that Περὶ ᾽Ορχήσεως gave Davies the idea of writing -<em>Orchestra</em>.</p> - -<p>In the opening stanzas<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> we are presented with a picturesque -description of</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'The sovereign castle of the rockly isle</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein Penelope the Princess lay,'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span></p> - -<p>lit with a thousand lamps on a festal night when the -suitors had assembled, at the queen's invitation, to hear -the minstrel Phoemius sing the praises of the heroes who -had fought at Troy. With such beauty shone Penelope -that the suitors were abashed at their temerity in having -dared to woo her. But one 'fresh and jolly knight,' -Antinous, so far from being dismayed,</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10">'boldly gan advance</div> - <div class="i0">And with fair manners wooed the Queen to dance.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>She blushingly declined, and mildly chided him for trying -to persuade her to new-fangled follies. Forthwith he -launched into a rapturous disquisition on the antiquity of -dancing, which began when Love persuaded the jarring -elements—fire, air, earth, and water—to cease from conflict -and observe true measure. The sun and moon, the -fixed and wandering stars, the girdling sea and running -streams, all 'yield perfect forms of dancing.' With exuberant -fancy, fetching his illustrations from near and far, -he pursues his theme through many richly-coloured stanzas. -It may be worth while to remark (as his editors have been -silent on the subject) that Davies does not scruple to -borrow freely from Lucian. Take, for instance, stanza -80:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Wherefore was Proteus said himself to change</div> - <div class="i0">Into a stream, a lion, and a tree,</div> - <div class="i0">And many other forms fantastic strange</div> - <div class="i0">As in his fickle thought he wished to be?</div> - <div class="i0">But that he danced with such facility,</div> - <div class="i2">As, like a lion, he could prance with pride,</div> - <div class="i2">Ply like a plant and like a river glide."</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Now hear Lucian:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">δοκεῖ γάρ μοι ὁ παλαιὸς μῆθος καὶ Πρωτέα</div> - <div class="i0">τὸν Αἰγύπτιον οὐκ ἄλλο τι ἢ ὀρχηστήν τινα</div> - <div class="i0">γενέσθαι λέγειν, μιμητικὸν ἄνθρωπον καὶ πρὸς</div> - <div class="i0">πάντα σχηματίζεσθαι καὶ μεταβάλλεσθαι δυνάμενον,</div> - <div class="i0">ὡς καὶ ὕδατος ὑγρότητα μιμεῖσθαι καὶ πυρὸς</div> - <div class="i0">ὀξύτητα ἐν τᾖ τῆς κινήσεως σφοδρότητι καὶ</div> - <div class="i0">λέοντος ἀγριότητα καὶ παρδάλεως θυμὸν καὶ</div> - <div class="i0">δένδρου δόνημα, καὶ ὅλως ὅ τι καὶ θελήσειεν.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Here is another example (Stanza 17):—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Dancing, bright Lady, then began to be</div> - <div class="i0">When the first seeds whereof the world did spring,</div> - <div class="i0">The Fire, Air, Earth, and Water did agree</div> - <div class="i0">By Love's persuasion (Nature's mighty King)</div> - <div class="i0">To leave their first disordered combating,</div> - <div class="i2">And in a dance such measures to observe</div> - <div class="i2">As all the world their motion should preserve.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>With this compare Lucian (as Englished by Jasper Mayne): -'First, then, you plainly seem to me not to know that -dancing is no new invention or of yesterday's or the other -day's growth, or born among our forefathers or their -ancestors. But they who most truly derive dancing, say -it sprung with the first beginning of the universe, and had -a birth equally as ancient as love.' It would be easy to -multiply instances. Of course Davies' borrowings from -Lucian do not for a moment detract from his poem's merit: -indeed they give an added zest.</p> - -<p>In the 1596 edition <cite>Orchestra</cite> ends with a compliment to -Queen Elizabeth, and stanzas in praise of Spenser, Daniel, -and others. Davies had evidently intended to write -a sequel; for, when <cite>Orchestra</cite> was republished in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span> -collective edition of his poems (1622), it was described on -the title-page as 'not finished,' some new stanzas were -added, and it ended abruptly in the middle of a simile. -The poem is quite long enough as we have it in the 1596 -edition, and we need not lament that Davies failed to carry -out his intention of continuing it: μηδὲν ἄγαν.</p> - -<p>To his youthful days belong the <cite>Epigrams</cite>, which were -bound up with Marlowe's translation of Ovid's <cite>Amores</cite> -(with a Middleburgh imprint): occasionally indecorous, -they are seldom wanting in wit and pleasantry.</p> - -<p>In February 1597-8, Davies was disbarred for a breach -of discipline. He quarrelled with Richard Martin (afterwards -Recorder of London)—to whom he had dedicated -<cite>Orchestra</cite>—and assaulted him at dinner in the Middle -Temple Hall, breaking a cudgel over his head. Retiring -to Oxford, he engaged in the more peaceful occupation -of composing <cite>Nosce Teipsum</cite>, a poem on the immortality -of the soul, which was published in 1599. It was an -ambitious task that this young disbarred bencher took in -hand, but he acquitted himself ably. Some of his modern -admirers have exceeded all reasonable bounds in their -praise of the poem. Rejecting these extravagant eulogies, -we may claim that Davies, while he was leading the life -of an inns-of-court man of fashion, had remained a steadfast -lover of learning and letters; that he had stored his -mind richly; and that his well-turned quatrains have had -an inspiring influence on later poets. Young, in <cite>Night -Thoughts</cite>, was under special obligation to Davies. Matthew -Arnold had no enthusiasm for Elizabethan writers; but, -unless I am greatly mistaken, he had glanced at <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Nosce -Teipsum</i>. In 'A Southern Night' Arnold wrote—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">... 'And see all things from pole to pole,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></div> - <div class="i2">And glance, and nod, and bustle by,</div> - <div class="i1">And never once possess our soul</div> - <div class="i2">Before we die,'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>—a stanza that bears a very suspicious resemblance to -Davies' quatrain—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'We that acquaint ourselves with every zone,</div> - <div class="i1">And pass both tropics, and behold both poles;</div> - <div class="i0">When we come home, are to ourselves unknown</div> - <div class="i1">And unacquainted still with our own souls.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>All the arguments for and against the immortality of the -soul were threshed out ages ago, and there is little or -nothing new to say on the subject. A poet's skill lies in -graciously attiring the old commonplaces; in searching out -the right persuasive words and uttering them so melodiously -that dull 'approved verities'—sparkling with sudden lustre—are -transmuted into something rich and strange. It is -idle to talk about Davies' 'deep and original thinking.' -Many stanzas can be brushed aside as tiresome and uncouth; -but something will be left. In his handling of the ten-syllabled -quatrain (with alternate rhymes) Davies showed -considerable deftness. The metre has weight and dignity, -but is apt to become stiff and monotonous. Davies certainly -succeeded in securing more freedom and variety than might -have been anticipated. Inspired by his example, Davenant -chose this metre for <cite>Gondibert</cite>; and Davenant was followed -by Dryden, who in the preface to <cite>Annus Mirabilis</cite> says all -that can be said in favour of the quatrain (which was seen -to best advantage in Gray's <cite>Elegy</cite>).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span></p> - -<p>Though few may be at the pains to read through <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Nosce -Teipsum</i> at a blow, it is a poem that lends itself admirably -to quotation. Towards the end there is a cluster of fine -stanzas('O ignorant poor man,' etc.) that have found their -way into many volumes of selected poetry; and even the -arid tracts are dotted with green oases. Tennyson, with -somewhat wearisome iteration, pleaded through stanza after -stanza of <cite>In Memoriam</cite> that the longing which most men -unquestionably have for immortality must needs be based -on a sure foundation:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">'We think we were not made to die,</div> - <div class="i0">And Thou hast made us, Thou art just.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Davies sums up pithily in a single line:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'If Death do quench us quite, we have great wrong.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>A poet greater than Davies, greater than Tennyson, the -august Lucretius, in the noble verses that he pondered -through the still nights (seeking to do justice to the doctrine -of his Master Epicurus), scathingly checks our vaulting -aspirations. If we have enjoyed the banquet of life, why -should we not rise content and pass to our dreamless sleep? -If our life has been wastefully squandered and is become a -weariness to us, why should we hesitate to make an end of -it? 'Aufer abhinc lacrimas, balatro, et compesce querellas!'</p> - -<p><cite>Astræa</cite>, a series of acrostic verses on Queen Elizabeth, is -merely a <em>tour de force</em> of courtly ingenuity. Much more -interesting is Davies' group of graceful little poems, <cite>Twelve -Wonders of the World</cite>, published in the second edition -(1608) of Davison's <cite>Poetical Rhapsody</cite>.</p> - -<p>In 1603 Davies was appointed Solicitor-General for Ireland, -and in 1606 Attorney-General. His letters to Cecil -give a valuable and vivid account of the state of Ireland;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span> -and his <cite>Discovery of the True Cause why Ireland was never -entirely subdued</cite>, 1612, is a treatise of the first importance. -Davies' political writings wait the attention of a competent -editor, who would undoubtedly find absorbing interest in -his task.</p> - -<p>It was the poet's misfortune to marry a crazy rhapsodical -woman (Eleanor Touchet, sister of the notorious Baron -Audley), who annoyed him by putting herself into mourning -and bidding him 'within three years to expect the mortal -blow.' Three days before his death she 'gave him pass to -take his long sleep.' He resented these admonitions, and -testily exclaimed, 'I pray you weep not while I am alive, -and I will give you leave to laugh when I am dead.' On -7th December 1626 he dined with Lord Keeper Coventry, -and on the following morning was found dead of apoplexy. -It was perhaps fortunate that his life had not been prolonged, -for his views of kingly prerogative were high. He -had supported the king's demand for a forced loan, and -(when 'the mortal blow' really came) was about to succeed -Lord Chief Justice Crew, who had been removed from office -for refusing to affirm the legality of such loans.</p> - -<p>Not much need be said about <cite>Six Idillia</cite>, 1588, the anonymous -translations (pp. 123-146) from Theocritus. It is a -performance worthy of George Turberville or 'that painful -furtherer of learning' Barnabe Googe. On the verso of the -title page is the Horatian inscription:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i5">'E.D.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Libenter hic et omnis exantlabitur</div> - <div class="i1">Labor, in tuæ spem gratiæ.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Collier, misreading this dedication, claimed the <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Idillia</i> for -Sir Edward Dyer, and his mistake has been followed by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span> -some later bibliographers. But in the first place there is -nothing to show that 'E.D.' was Sir Edward Dyer; and in -the second it is perfectly plain that the translations were -dedicated to 'E.D.,' not written by him. The rhymed -fourteen-syllable lines are somewhat uncouth and do scant -justice to the liquid melody of Theocritus' hexameters; but -though these <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Idillia</i> have no great literary value, the hardy -pioneer is entitled to some credit for breaking new ground. -Only one copy (preserved in the Bodleian Library) of the -original edition is known. Some years ago a small edition, -for private circulation, was issued from the press of Rev. -H.C. Daniel.</p> - -<p>Richard Barnfield(1574-1627) had genuine poetical gifts, -but seldom displayed them to advantage. Born in 1574 at -Norbury, near Newport, Shropshire, he was educated at -Brasenose College, Oxford, and is conjectured to have been -a member of Gray's Inn. He seems to have spent most of -his time in the country, leading the life of a country gentleman. -In 1594 he published <cite>The Affectionate Shepheard</cite> (with -a dedication to Lady Penelope Rich), and in 1595 <cite>Cynthia</cite>. -His last work, <cite>The Encomion of Lady Pecunia</cite>, followed in -1598, a second edition (with changes and additions) appearing -in 1605. He died in March 1626-7, leaving a son and a -grand-daughter. In his will he is described as of 'Dorlestone, -in the Countie of Stafford, Esquire.'<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> - -<p><cite>The Affectionate Shepheard</cite> was inspired by Virgil's Second -Eclogue. Though the choice of subject was not happy, it -must be allowed that in describing country contentment -and the pastimes of silly shepherds Barnfield shows un-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span>laboured -fluency and grace, with playful touches of quaint -extravagance. The passage beginning 'And when th'art -wearie of thy keeping Sheepe'(pp. 159, 160) and ending -'Like Lillyes in a bed of roses shed' is a pleasant piece of -poetical embroidery. Barnfield doubtless adopted the six-line -stanza in imitation of <cite>Venus and Adonis</cite>, 1593(which -had in turn been modelled on Lodge's <cite>Glaucus and Scylla</cite>, -1589). It has been recently pointed out—by Mr. Charles -Crawford in <cite>Notes and Queries</cite>—that some passages in <cite>The -Affectionate Shepheard</cite> were closely imitated from Marlowe -and Nashe's <cite>Dido</cite> (published in 1594), and that one line has -been taken straight out of Marlowe's <cite>Edward II.</cite> Appended -to <cite>The Affectionate Shepheard</cite> are <cite>The Complainte of Chastitie</cite>, -in imitation of Michael Drayton, and <cite>Hellens Rape</cite>—a copy -of 'English Hexameters' so atrociously bad that one -wonders whether it was written to bring contempt on the -metre which Gabriel Harvey and others were vainly striving -to popularise.</p> - -<p>To <cite>Cynthia</cite> is prefixed a copy of high-flying commendatory -verses, from which very little sense can be extracted, -by 'T.T.,' possibly Thomas Thorpe, the publisher of -Shakespeare's Sonnets. In the address to 'The Curteous -Gentlemen Readers' Barnfield claims indulgence for <cite>Cynthia</cite> -on the ground that it was the first 'imitation of the verse of -that excellent Poet, Maister <em>Spencer</em>, in his <cite>Fayrie Queene</cite>.' -The poem is a compliment to Queen Elizabeth, who is -adjudged by Jove to have merited the golden apple wrongly -given by Paris to Venus. When Barnfield mentioned that he -borrowed the metre of <cite>Cynthia</cite> from Spenser, he forgot to -add that the matter was drawn from Peele's <cite>Arraignment of -Paris</cite>. To <cite>Cynthia</cite> succeed twenty sonnets extolling, after the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span> -fashion of the age, the beauty and virtues of an imaginary -youth, Ganymede. In the last sonnet Barnfield introduces -compliments to Spenser (Colin) and Drayton (Rowland):—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Ah had great <em>Colin</em>, chiefe of sheepheards all,</div> - <div class="i1">Or gentle <em>Rowland</em>, my professed friend,</div> - <div class="i1">Had they thy beautie, or my pennance pend,</div> - <div class="i0">Greater had beene thy fame, and lesse my fall:</div> - <div class="i1">But since that euerie one cannot be wittie,</div> - <div class="i1">Pardon I craue of them, and of thee pitty.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The 'Ode' that follows the sonnets runs trippingly away in -easy trochaics; but <cite>Cassandra</cite> is laboured and languid.</p> - -<p><cite>The Encomion of Lady Pecunia</cite> has an 'Address to the -Gentlemen Readers,' in which Barnfield states that he had -been at much pains to find an unhackneyed subject for his -pen. After long consideration he had determined to write -the praises of money, a theme both new (for none had -ventured upon it before) and pleasing (for money is always -in esteem). It was in pursuit of money that Hawkins and -Drake had lost their lives. Barnfield wrote a fine epitaph -on Hawkins:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'The<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Waters were his Winding sheete, the Sea was made his Toome;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet for his fame the Ocean Sea was not sufficient roome.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>His lines on Drake are not quite so happy:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'England<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> his hart; his Corps the Waters have;</div> - <div class="i0">And that which raysed his fame, became his grave.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span></p> - -<p>The <cite>Encomion</cite> is smoothly written, and is not without -humour. A country gentleman in easy circumstances, -Barnfield could dally playfully with a subject that had -for him no terrors. His example probably led 'T. A.' -(Thomas Acheley?) to write <cite>The Massacre of Money</cite>, 1602. -<cite>The Complaint of Poetrie for the Death of Liberalitie</cite> seems -to be an imitation of Spenser's <cite>Teares of the Muses</cite>. More -interesting are the <cite>Poems: in divers humors</cite> at the end of -the booklet, for among them are the sonnet 'If Musique -and sweet Poetrie agree,' and the 'Ode' beginning 'As it -fell upon a day,' which were long ascribed erroneously to -Shakespeare. In the poem entitled 'A Remembrance of -some English Poets' Barnfield praises Spenser, Daniel, -Drayton, and Shakespeare. For Sir Philip Sidney he had -a deep admiration, but his 'Epitaph' was a poor tribute. -The verse with which the tract ends,'A Comparison of the -Life of Man,' is distinctly impressive:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Mans life is well compared to a feast,</div> - <div class="i0">Furnisht with choice of all Varietie:</div> - <div class="i0">To it comes Tyme; and as a bidden guest</div> - <div class="i0">Hee sets him downe, in Pompe and Majestie;</div> - <div class="i0">The three-folde Age of Man the Waiters bee:</div> - <div class="i1">Then with an earthen voyder (made of clay)</div> - <div class="i1">Comes Death, and takes the table clean away.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>We now reach a group of elegies (pp. 271-318) by various -hands on Sir Philip Sidney, printed as an Appendix to -Spenser's <cite>Colin Clouts Come Home Againe</cite>, 1595, with a -dedication to Sidney's widow, who by her second marriage -had become Countess of Essex. There was no man more -generally beloved than Sidney, and none whose loss was -more sincerely deplored. Numberless were the tributes -paid in verse and prose to his memory. The present<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</a></span> -collection embraces 'Astrophel,' by Spenser; the 'Dolefull -Lay of Clorinda,' by Sidney's sister, the Countess of Pembroke; -'The Mourning Muse of Thestylis' and 'A Pastorall -Æglogue,' both by Lodowick Bryskett; 'An Elegie, or -Friends Passion, for his Astrophel,' by Matthew Roydon; -'An Epitaph,' probably by Sir Walter Ralegh; and -'Another of the same' (<em>i.e.</em> on the same subject), which -Malone was inclined to attribute to Sir Edward Dyer, -while Charles Lamb ascribed it on internal evidence to -Fulke Greville. Although <cite>Colin Clouts Come Home Againe</cite> -was first published in 1595, the dedicatory epistle to Sir -Walter Ralegh is dated from Kilcolman, 27th December -1591. All the elegies were doubtless written soon after -Sidney's death. Lodowick Bryskett's two poems had been -entered in the Stationers' Register on 22nd August 1587, -but are not known to have been separately published. -Matthew Roydon's elegy had appeared in the <cite>Phœnix Nest</cite>, -1593, where also are found the 'Epitaph' and 'Another of -the Same. Excellently written by a most woorthy gentleman.'</p> - -<p>In <cite>The Ruines of Time</cite> (1591) there are some fine stanzas -to Sidney's memory; but if the literary public expected an -elaborate elegy from Spenser, 'Astrophel' must have disappointed -their hopes. When we recall Moschus' lament -over Bion, or Ovid's tribute to Tibullus, or <cite>Lycidas</cite>, or -<cite>Adonais</cite>, Spenser's elegy on Sidney seems thin and -colourless. Scores of poets who had not a tithe of -Spenser's genius have left elegies that far transcend -'Astrophel.' Lady Pembroke's sisterly tribute of affection -will be read with respect; but however much we may -commend the pious intentions of the naturalised Italian<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[xix]</a></span> -Ludowick Bryskett, it is impossible to find a word of praise -for such 'rude rhymes' as</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry boures!</div> - <div class="i0">Forsake your mossy caves and help me to lament;</div> - <div class="i0">Help me to tune my dolefull notes to gurgling sound</div> - <div class="i0">Of Liffies tumbling streames; come, let salt teares of ours</div> - <div class="i0">Mix with his waters fresh,' etc.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Matthew Roydon's elegy is too diffuse, but has some most -happy and memorable stanzas. As we gaze at Isaac -Oliver's beautiful miniature of Sidney, in the Windsor -Palace collection, those oft-quoted lines of Roydon inevitably -leap to the lips:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'A sweet attractive kind of grace,</div> - <div class="i0">A full assurance given by lookes,</div> - <div class="i0">Continuall comfort in a face,</div> - <div class="i0">The lineaments of Gospell bookes:</div> - <div class="i1">I trowe that countenance cannot lie</div> - <div class="i1">Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The 'Epitaph' beginning, 'To praise thy life, or waile thy -worthie death' appears to have been written by Sir Walter -Ralegh. Sir John Harington, in the notes appended to the -sixteenth book of his translation of <cite>Orlando Furioso</cite> (1591), -refers to 'our English Petrarke, Sir Philip Sidney, or (as -Sir Walter Rawleigh in his Epitaph worthily calleth him) -the Scipio and the Petrarke of our time' (see the last stanza -of the poem). Harington had evidently seen the 'Epitaph' -in <span class="smcap">ms</span>.; and there is not the slightest reason for questioning -the accuracy of his ascription, for he was well acquainted -with the poets of the time, and curious information may be -gathered from his Notes. I find Ralegh's elegy somewhat -obscure; pregnant, but harshly worded. Nor can I profess -any great admiration for 'Another of the same,' where the -vehemence of the writer's grief choked his utterance.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[xx]</a></span></p> - -<p>Of the first edition of <cite>Alcilia: Philoparthen's Loving -Folly</cite>, 1595 (pp. 319-362), only one copy is known, preserved -in the public library at Hamburgh. On the last page are -subscribed the author's initials 'J.C.', which have been -altered in ink to 'J.G.' in the Hamburgh copy. The poem -was reprinted in London in 1613, 1619, and 1628, being -accompanied by Marston's <cite>Pygmalion's Image</cite> and Samuel -Page's <cite>Amos and Laura</cite>. Who 'J.C.' may have been is -unknown; for the wild conjecture that he was John Chalkhill, -author of <cite>Thealma and Clearchus</cite> and friend of Izaak -Walton, is chronologically untenable. For the space of two -years the unknown poet had pressed his attentions upon -the lady whom he called Alcilia. She finally rejected his -addresses, and young 'J.C.' was not sorry to escape from -bondage. Hardly a trace of genuine passion can be found -in <cite>Alcilia</cite>, which is merely (as the author freely admits) a -collection of odds and ends written 'at divers times and -upon divers occasions.' It is somewhat surprising that -there was a demand for new editions. 'J.C.' wrote with -elegance and facility, but the note of originality is wanting. -Had the poem appeared a few years earlier, it would have -been entitled to more consideration; but the achievements -of Greene, Lodge, and others had made it possible in the -closing years of the sixteenth century for any young writer -of respectable talents to compose such verse as we find in -<cite>Alcilia</cite>.</p> - -<p><cite>Daiphantus</cite>, or <cite>The Passions of Love</cite>, 1604 (pp. 363-404), -is described on the title-page as 'By An. Sc. Gentleman,' -assumed to stand for Antony Scoloker. In the days of -Henry VIII there was an Antony Scoloker, a printer and -translator, with whom 'An. Sc.' was doubtless connected<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[xxi]</a></span> -In the humorous prose address there is an interesting -reference to Shakespeare:—'It should be like the never-too-well-read -<cite>Arcadia</cite> where the Prose and Verse, Matter and -Words, are like his Mistress eyes, one still excelling -another and without corrival; or to come home to the -Vulgar's element, like friendly Shake-speare's <cite>Tragedies</cite>, -where the Comedian rides when the Tragedian stands on -tiptoe. Faith it should please all like Prince <span class="smcap">Hamlet</span>. -But, in sadness, then it were to be feared he would run -mad. In sooth I will not be moonsick to please, nor out of -my wits though I displease all. What? Poet, are you in -passion or out of Love? This is as strange as true.' In -the poem itself there is another reference to 'mad Hamlet,' -though Scoloker there seems to be glancing at the older -play on the subject of Hamlet. For the reader's guidance -an 'Argument' is obligingly prefixed, but it is to be feared -that even with the help of this Argument he will not find -the poem very intelligible or of engrossing interest. <cite>Daiphantus</cite>, -of which only one copy (in the Douce Collection) -is known, was perhaps intended merely for circulation -among the author's friends, who may have been able to -read between the lines. Appended is the fine poem, 'The -Passionate Man's Pilgrimage,' beginning:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Give me my Scalop Shell of quiet,</div> - <div class="i0">My Staff of faith to walk upon,</div> - <div class="i0">My Scrip of joy, immortal diet,</div> - <div class="i0">My Bottle of salvation,</div> - <div class="i0">My Gown of glory, hope's true gage,</div> - <div class="i0">And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage,' etc.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Possibly the publisher tacked on these verses without -Scoloker's knowledge. It is quite certain that they were -not written by the author of <cite>Daiphantus</cite>, and there are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[xxii]</a></span> -good reasons for assigning them to Sir Walter Ralegh -(<em>see</em> Hannah's edition of Ralegh's <cite>Poems</cite>, 1885).</p> - -<p>The 'Odes' of Michael Drayton (pp. 405-441), drawn from -<cite>Poems Lyrick and Pastorall</cite> (1606?), and the later collection -of 1619, contain some of his best writing. There is no need -to praise the glorious 'Ballad of Agincourt,' but it may be -noted that Drayton spent considerable pains over the -revision of this poem. It was fine in its original form, but -every change found in the later version was a clear improvement. -No signs of the file are visible, and we should -certainly judge—unless we had evidence to the contrary—that -this imperishable 'ballad' had been thrown off at a -white heat. Only inferior to 'Agincourt' is the stirring -ode 'To the Virginian Voyage.' Professor Arber, a high -authority, is of opinion that it was composed some time -before 12th August 1606, on which day the Plymouth -Company despatched Captain Henry Challons' ship to -North Virginia. In this valedictory address Drayton -writes:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Your course securely steer,</div> - <div class="i0">West-and-by-South forth keep!</div> - <div class="i1">Rocks,<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> Lee-shores, nor Shoals,</div> - <div class="i1">When Æolus scowls,</div> - <div class="i0">You need not fear:</div> - <div class="i0">So absolute the deep.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Captain Challons sailed to Madeira, St. Lucia, Porto Rico,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[xxiii]</a></span> -and thence towards North Virginia. His little ship of -fifty-five tons, with a crew of twenty-nine Englishmen (and -two native Virginians), had the ill-luck on 10th November -to fall in with the Spanish fleet of eight ships returning -from Havanna. It was captured by the Spaniards and the -crew were taken prisoners to Spain.</p> - -<p>In a lighter vein, the ode beginning 'Maidens, why spare -ye,' was worthy to have been set to music by Robert Jones. -The seventh ode was written from the Peak in winter—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Amongst the mountains bleak,</div> - <div class="i0">Exposed to sleet and rain'—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>where Charles Cotton afterwards resided. Drayton's statement -in the ninth ode—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'My resolution such</div> - <div class="i0">How well and not how much</div> - <div class="i0">To write'—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>will draw a smile from any reader who has ever seriously -attempted to grapple with his multitudinous works. But -in these odes, and in the other 'lyric poesies' added in the -1619 edition, he was careful to curb his tendency to diffuseness. -He employed a variety of metres, and his experiments -were not always happy. Ode 5, 'An Amouret Anacreontic,' -cannot be unreservedly commended, and Ode 9, 'A -Skeltoniad,' could be spared. One of the most attractive -poems is the address 'To his Rival,' a capital piece of -good-natured raillery. In his early work Drayton frequently -taxes the reader's patience by his disregard for grammatical -proprieties, and some of these maturer Odes are so ineptly -harsh that one has to grope for the writer's meaning (while -one bans the punctuation of old printers and modern -editors alike). Hence it is particularly pleasant to meet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[xxiv]</a></span> -such a poem as 'To his Rival,' which never swerves awry, -but runs on blithely without an encountering obstacle. -The 'Hymn to his Lady's Birthplace' is a polished compliment, -and very charming is the canzonet 'To his Coy Love.' -I end with expressing a hope that the extracts here given -from Michael Drayton may induce the reader to make -further acquaintance<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> with the writings of one of the most -lovable of our elder poets.</p> - -<p class="center">A.H. BULLEN.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i001_title.jpg" width="371" height="560" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="ORCHESTRA" id="ORCHESTRA"></a><em>ORCHESTRA</em>,<br /> - -or,<br /> - -A Poem of Dancing.</h2> - -<p class="center"> -Judicially proving the true<br /> -observation of Time and<br /> -Measure, in the authentical<br /> -and laudable<br /> -use of Dancing.</p> - - -<p class="center"> -<span class="smcap">Ovid</span>, <cite>Art. Aman.</cite> lib. I.<br /> -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Si vox est, canta: si mollia brachia, salta:<br /> -Et quacunque potes dote placere, place.</i></p> - - -<p class="center"><em>At London</em>,<br /> -Printed by J. <span class="smcap">Robarts</span> for N. <span class="smcap">Ling</span>.<br /> -1596.</p> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center">[The following entries at Stationers' Hall prove that this Poem, composed -in fifteen days, was written not later than June, 1594; though it -did not come to the press till November, 1596.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="MASTER_HARRISON"> -<tbody> -<tr> - <th colspan="2">25 <span class="p6a">Junif</span> [1594].</th> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Master <span class="smcap">Harrison</span>.</td> - <td class="tdl">Entred for his copie in Court holden this day/ a</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"><em>Senior.</em></td> - <td class="tdl">booke entituled, <cite>Orchestra, or a poeme of Daunsing</cite>.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr">vjd.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr"><em>Transcript &c.</em> ii. 655. <cite>Ed. 1875.</cite></td> -</tr> -</tbody> -</table></div> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="NOVEMBRIS"> -<tbody> -<tr> - <th colspan="2">xxj° <span class="p6a">Die Novembris</span> [1596].</th> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl top"><span class="smcap">Nicholas</span> <span class="smcap">Lyng</span>/ </td> - <td class="tdl">Entered for his copie under th[e h]andes of Master<br /> <span class="smcap">Jackson</span> and master Warden <span class="smcap">Dawson</span>, a booke<br /> called <cite>Orchestra, or a poeme of Dauncinge</cite>. vjd.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr"><em>Transcript &c.</em> iii. 74. <cite>Ed. 1876.</cite>]</td> -</tr> -</tbody> -</table></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i003_header.jpg" width="500" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><img src="images/i003_dec.jpg" width="41" alt="" />To his very friend,<br /> - -Master <span class="smcap">Richard</span> <span class="smcap">Martin</span>.</h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i003_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><em>O <span class="smcap">whom</span>, shall I, this Dancing Poem send;</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>This sudden, rash, half-capreol of my wit?</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>To you, first mover and sole cause of it,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Mine own-self's better half, my dearest friend!</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>Oh would you, yet, my Muse some honey lend</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>From your mellifluous tongue (whereon doth sit</em></div> - <div class="i8">Suada <em>in majesty) that I may fit</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>These harsh beginnings with a sweeter end!</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>You know the modest sun, full fifteen times,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Blushing did rise, and blushing did descend,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>While I, in making of these ill made rhymes,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>My golden hours unthriftily did spend:</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>Yet if, in friendship, you these Numbers praise,</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>I will mispend another fifteen days.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i003a_header.jpg" width="500" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i004_header.jpg" width="500" height="86" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">[The following Dedication was substituted in the edition of 1622.</p> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To the Prince.</h3> - - -<p class="p6">[<em>i.e.</em>, <span class="smcap">Charles</span>, <em>Prince of</em> <span class="smcap">Wales</span>.]</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i004_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Ir</span>, whatsoever You are pleased to do,</div> - <div class="i6">It is your special praise, that you are bent,</div> - <div class="i6">And sadly set your Princely mind thereto:</div> - <div class="i6">Which makes You in each thing so excellent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Hence is it, that You came so soon to be</div> - <div class="i6">A Man-at-arms in every point aright,</div> - <div class="i6">The fairest flower of noble Chivalry,</div> - <div class="i6">And of Saint <span class="smcap">George</span> his Band the bravest Knight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">And hence it is, that all your youthful train</div> - <div class="i6">In activeness and grace You do excel,</div> - <div class="i6">When You do Courtly dancings entertain:</div> - <div class="i6">Then Dancing's praise may be presented well</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">To You, whose action adds more praise thereto</div> - <div class="i4">Than all the Muses, with their pens can do.]</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i004a_header.jpg" width="500" height="86" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i005_header.jpg" width="560" height="177" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">ORCHESTRA,<br /> - -or,<br /> - -A Poem of Dancing.</h2> - - -<p class="p5">1.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i005_dropw.jpg" width="120" alt="W" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">Here</span> lives the man, that never yet did hear</div> - <div class="i8">Of chaste <span class="smcap">Penelope</span>, <span class="smcap">Ulysses</span>'s Queen?</div> - <div class="i8">Who kept her faith unspotted twenty year;</div> - <div class="i8">Till he returned, that far away had been,</div> - <div class="i8">And many men and many towns had seen:</div> - <div class="i10">Ten year at Siege of Troy, he ling'ring lay;</div> - <div class="i10">And ten year in the midland sea did stray.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">2.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Homer</span>, to whom the Muses did carouse</div> - <div class="i0">A great deep cup, with heavenly nectar filled;</div> - <div class="i0">The greatest deepest cup in <span class="smcap">Jove</span>'s great house</div> - <div class="i0">(For <span class="smcap">Jove</span> himself had so expressly willed):</div> - <div class="i0">He drank of all, ne let one drop be spilled;</div> - <div class="i2">Since when, his brain, that had before been dry,</div> - <div class="i2">Became the Wellspring of all Poetry.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">3.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Homer doth tell, in his abundant verse,</div> - <div class="i0">The long laborious travails of the Man;</div> - <div class="i0">And of his Lady too, he doth rehearse,</div> - <div class="i0">How she illudes, with all the art she can,</div> - <div class="i0">Th'ungrateful love which other Lords began;</div> - <div class="i2">For of her Lord, false Fame, long since, had sworn</div> - <div class="i2">That <span class="smcap">Neptune's</span> monsters had his carcass torn.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">4.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All this he tells, but one thing he forgot,</div> - <div class="i0">One thing most worthy his eternal Song,</div> - <div class="i0">But he was old, and blind, and saw it not:</div> - <div class="i0">Or else he thought he should <span class="smcap">Ulysses</span> wrong,</div> - <div class="i0">To mingle it his tragic acts among:</div> - <div class="i2">Yet was there not, in all the world of things,</div> - <div class="i2">A sweeter burden for his Muse's wings:</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">5.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Courtly love <span class="smcap">Antinous</span> did make,</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Antinous</span>, that fresh and jolly Knight,</div> - <div class="i0">Which of the Gallants that did undertake</div> - <div class="i0">To win the Widow, had most Wealth and Might,</div> - <div class="i0">Wit to persuade, and Beauty to delight:</div> - <div class="i2">The Courtly love he made unto the Queen,</div> - <div class="i2"><span class="smcap">Homer</span> forgot, as if it had not been.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">6.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sing then, <span class="smcap">Terpsichore</span>, my light <span class="smcap">Muse</span>, sing</div> - <div class="i0">His gentle art and cunning courtesy!</div> - <div class="i0">You, Lady, can remember everything,</div> - <div class="i0">For you are daughter of Queen <span class="smcap">Memory</span>:</div> - <div class="i0">But sing a plain and easy melody,</div> - <div class="i2">For the soft mean that warbleth but the ground,</div> - <div class="i2">To my rude ear doth yield the sweetest sound.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">7.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Only one night's Discourse I can report:</div> - <div class="i0">When the great Torchbearer of heaven was gone</div> - <div class="i0">Down, in a masque, unto the Ocean's Court,</div> - <div class="i0">To revel it with <span class="smcap">Tethys</span>, all alone;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Antinous</span> disguised, and unknown,</div> - <div class="i2">Like to the Spring in gaudy ornament,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto the Castle of the Princess went.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">8.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The sovereign Castle of the rocky isle,</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein <span class="smcap">Penelope</span> the Princess lay,</div> - <div class="i0">Shone with a thousand lamps, which did exile</div> - <div class="i0">The dim dark shades, and turned the night to day.</div> - <div class="i0">Not <span class="smcap">Jove</span>'s blue tent, what time the sunny ray</div> - <div class="i2">Behind the bulwark of the earth retires,</div> - <div class="i2">Is seen to sparkle with more twinkling fires.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">9.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That night, the Queen came forth from far within,</div> - <div class="i0">And in the presence of her Court was seen.</div> - <div class="i0">For the sweet singer <span class="smcap">Phœmius</span> did begin</div> - <div class="i0">To praise the Worthies that at Troy had been:</div> - <div class="i0">Somewhat of her <span class="smcap">Ulysses</span> she did ween,</div> - <div class="i2">In his grave Hymn, the heavenly man would sing,</div> - <div class="i2">Or of his wars, or of his wandering.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">10.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Pallas</span>, that hour, with her sweet breath divine,</div> - <div class="i0">Inspired immortal beauty in her eyes,</div> - <div class="i0">That with celestial glory she did shine</div> - <div class="i0">Brighter than <span class="smcap">Venus</span>, when she doth arise</div> - <div class="i0">Out of the waters to adorn the skies.</div> - <div class="i2">The Wooers, all amazèd, do admire</div> - <div class="i2">And check their own presumptuous desire.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">11.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Only <span class="smcap">Antinous</span>, when at first he viewed</div> - <div class="i0">Her star-bright eyes, that with new honour shined,</div> - <div class="i0">Was not dismayed; but therewithal renewed</div> - <div class="i0">The <em>noblesse</em> and the splendour of his mind:</div> - <div class="i0">And, as he did fit circumstances find,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto the throne, he boldly 'gan advance,</div> - <div class="i2">And, with fair manners, wooed the Queen to dance.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">12.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Goddess of women! sith your heavenliness</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Hath now vouchsafed itself to represent</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To our dim eyes; which though they see the less,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet are they blest in their astonishment:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Imitate heaven, whose beauties excellent</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Are in continual motion day and night,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And move thereby more wonder and delight.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">13.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Let me the mover be, to turn about</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Those glorious ornaments that Youth and Love</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Have fixed in you, every part throughout:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which if you will in timely measure move;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Not all those precious gems in heaven above</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Shall yield a sight more pleasing to behold</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With all their turns and tracings manifold.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">14.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With this, the modest Princess blushed and smiled</div> - <div class="i0">Like to a clear and rosy eventide,</div> - <div class="i0">And softly did return this answer mild:</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Fair Sir! You needs must fairly be denied,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Where your demand cannot be satisfied.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>My feet, which only Nature taught to go,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Did never yet the Art of Footing know.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">15.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>But why persuade you me to this new rage?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For all Disorder and Misrule is new:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For such misgovernment in former Age</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Our old divine forefathers never knew;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Who if they lived, and did the follies view,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which their fond nephews make their chief affairs,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Would hate themselves, that had begot such heirs.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">16.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Sole Heir of Virtue, and of Beauty both!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Whence cometh it</em>, <span class="smcap">Antinous</span> replies,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>That your imperious Virtue is so loath</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To grant your Beauty her chief exercise?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or from what spring doth your opinion rise</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That Dancing is a Frenzy and a Rage,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>First known and used in this new-fangled Age?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">17.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Dancing, bright Lady! then, began to be,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When the first seeds whereof the world did spring;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The Fire, Air, Earth, and Water did agree</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>By <span class="smcap">Love's</span> persuasion (Nature's mighty King)</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To leave their first disordered combating;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And, in a dance, such Measure to observe,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As all the world their motion should preserve.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">18.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Since when, they still are carried in a round;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And changing come one in another's place:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet do they neither mingle nor confound,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But every one doth keep the bounded space,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Wherein the Dance doth bid it turn or trace:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>This wondrous miracle did <span class="smcap">Love</span> devise,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For Dancing is <span class="smcap">Love's</span> proper exercise.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">19.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Like this, he framed the gods' eternal bower,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And of a shapeless and confusèd mass,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>By his through-piercing and digesting power,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The turning Vault of Heaven formèd was;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Whose starry wheels he hath so made to pass</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As that their movings do a Music frame,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And they themselves still dance unto the same.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">20.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Or if</em> "<em>this All, which round about we see</em>"</div> - <div class="i0"><em>As idle <span class="smcap">Morpheus</span> some sick brains hath taught,</em></div> - <div class="i0">"<em>Of undivided motes compactèd be,</em>"</div> - <div class="i0"><em>How was this goodly architecture wrought?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or by what means were they together brought?</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>They err, that say,</em> "<em>they did concur by Chance!</em>"</div> - <div class="i2"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> made them meet in a well ordered Dance!</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">21.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>As when <span class="smcap">Amphion</span> with his charming Lyre</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Begot so sweet a Siren of the air,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That, with her rhetoric, made the stones conspire,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The ruins of a city to repair</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>(A work of Wit and Reason's wise affair):</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>So <span class="smcap">Love's</span> smooth tongue the motes such measure taught,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That they joined hands; and so the world was wrought!</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">22.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>How justly then is Dancing termèd new,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which, with the world, in point of time began?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yea Time itself (whose birth <span class="smcap">Jove</span> never knew,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And which is far more ancient than the sun)</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Had not one moment of his age outrun,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>When out leaped Dancing from the heap of things</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And lightly rode upon his nimble wings.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">23.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Reason hath both their pictures in her Treasure;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Where Time the Measure of all moving is,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And Dancing is a moving all in measure.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Now, if you do resemble that to this,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And think both One, I think you think amiss:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But if you Judge them Twins, together got,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And Time first born, your judgement erreth not.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">24.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Thus doth it equal age with Age enjoy,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And yet in lusty youth for ever flowers;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Like <span class="smcap">Love</span>, his Sire, whom painters make a boy,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet is he Eldest of the Heavenly Powers;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or like his brother Time, whose wingèd hours,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Going and coming, will not let him die,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But still preserve him in his infancy.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">25.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This said, the Queen, with her sweet lips divine,</div> - <div class="i0">Gently began to move the subtle air,</div> - <div class="i0">Which gladly yielding, did itself incline</div> - <div class="i0">To take a shape between those rubies fair;</div> - <div class="i0">And being formed, softly did repair,</div> - <div class="i2">With twenty doublings in the empty way,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto <span class="smcap">Antinous'</span> ears, and thus did say.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">26.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>What eye doth see the heaven, but doth admire</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When it the movings of the heavens doth see?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Myself, if I, to heaven may once aspire,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>If that be Dancing, will a dancer be;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But as for this, your frantic jollity,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>How it began, or whence you did it learn,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>I never could, with Reason's eye discern?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">27.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Antinous</span> answered, <em>Jewel of the earth!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Worthy you are, that heavenly Dance to lead;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But for you think our Dancing base of birth,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And newly born but of a brain-sick head,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>I will forthwith his antique gentry read,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And (for I love him) will his herald be,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And blaze his arms, and draw his pedigree.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">28.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>When <span class="smcap">Love</span> had shaped this world, this great fair wight,</em></div> - <div class="i0">(<em>That all wights else in this wide womb contains</em>),</div> - <div class="i0"><em>And had instructed it to dance aright</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A thousand measures, with a thousand strains,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which it should practise with delightful pains,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Until that fatal instant should revolve,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>When all to nothing should again resolve:</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">29.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>The comely Order and Proportion fair</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>On every side did please his wand'ring eye;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Till, glancing through the thin transparent air,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A rude disordered rout he did espy</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of men and women, that most spitefully</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Did one another throng and crowd so sore</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That his kind eye, in pity, wept therefore.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">30.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And swifter than the lightning down he came,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Another shapeless chaos to digest.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>He will begin another world to frame</em></div> - <div class="i0">(<em>For <span class="smcap">Love</span>, till all be well, will never rest</em>).</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Then with such words as cannot be expresst,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He cuts the troops, that all asunder fling,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And ere they wist, he casts them in a ring.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">31.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Then did he rarify the Element,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And in the centre of the ring appear;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The beams that from his forehead shining went</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Begot a horror and religious fear</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In all the souls that round about him were,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which in their ears attentiveness procures,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>While he, with such like sounds, their minds allures.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">32.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>How doth Confusions's Mother, headlong Chance,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Put Reason's noble squadron to the rout?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or how should you, that have the governance</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of Nature's children, heaven and earth throughout,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Prescribe them rules, and live yourselves without?</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Why should your fellowship a trouble be,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Since Man's chief pleasure is Society?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">33.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>If Sense hath not yet taught you, learn of me</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A comely moderation and discreet;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That your assemblies may well ordered be,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When my uniting power shall make you meet,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With heavenly tunes it shall be tempered sweet;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And be the model of the world's great frame,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And you, Earth's children, Dancing shall it name.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">34.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Behold the world, how it is whirlèd round!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And for it is so whirlèd, is namèd so:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In whose large volume, many rules are found</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of this new Art, which it doth fairly show.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For your quick eyes in wandering to and fro,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>From East to West, on no one thing can glance;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But (if you mark it well) it seems to dance.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">35.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>First, you see fixed, in this huge mirror blue,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of trembling lights a number numberless;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Fixed, they are named but with a name untrue;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For they are moved and in a dance express</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The great long Year that doth contain no less</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Than threescore hundreds of those years in all,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which the Sun makes with his course natural.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">36.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>What if to you these sparks disordered seem,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As if by chance they had been scattered there?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The gods a solemn measure do it deem</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And see a just proportion everywhere,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And know the faints whence first their movings were</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To which first points, when all return again,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The Axletree of Heaven shall break in twain.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">37.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Under that spangled sky, five wandering Flames,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Besides the King of Day and Queen of Night,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Are wheeled around, all in their sundry frames,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And all in sundry measures do delight;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet altogether keep no measure right;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For by itself each doth itself advance,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And by itself each doth a Galliard dance.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">38</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em><span class="smcap">Venus</span></em> (<em>the mother of that bastard <span class="smcap">Love</span>,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which doth usurp the world's Great Marshal's name</em>),</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Just with the sun, her dainty feet doth move;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And unto him doth all her gestures frame</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Now after, now afore, the flattering Dame,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With divers cunning passages doth err,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Still him respecting, that respects not her.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">39.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>For that brave <span class="smcap">Sun</span>, the Father of the Day,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Doth love this <span class="smcap">Earth</span>, the Mother of the Night,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And like a reveller, in rich array,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Doth dance his Galliard in his leman's sight;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Both back, and forth, and sideways passing light.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>His gallant grace doth so the gods amaze,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That all stand still, and at his beauty gaze.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">40.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>But see the <span class="smcap">Earth</span>, when she approacheth near,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>How she for joy doth spring and sweetly smile;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But see again, her sad and heavy cheer</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When, changing places, he retires a while;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But those black clouds he shortly will exile,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And make them all before his presence fly,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As mists consumed before his cheerful eye.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">41.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Who doth not see the Measures of the <span class="smcap">Moon</span>?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which thirteen times she danceth every year,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And ends her Pavin thirteen times as soon</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As doth her brother, of whose golden hair</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>She borroweth part, and proudly doth it wear.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Then doth she coyly turn her face aside</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That half her cheek is scarce sometimes descried.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">42.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Next her, the pure, subtle, and cleansing fire</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Is swiftly carried in a circle even:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Though <span class="smcap">Vulcan</span> be pronounced by many, a liar,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The only halting god that dwells in heaven.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But that foul name may be more fitly given</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To your false fire, that far from heaven is fall,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And doth consume, waste, spoil, disorder all.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">43.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>And now, behold your tender nurse, the Air,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And common neighbour that aye runs around;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>How many pictures and impressions fair,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Within her empty regions are there found,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which to your senses, Dancing do propound?</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For what are breath, speech, echoes, music, winds</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But Dancings of the Air, in sundry kinds?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">44.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>For when you Breathe, the air in order moves;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Now in, now out, in time and measure true</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And when you Speak, so well the Dancing loves</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That doubling oft, and oft redoubling new,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With thousand forms she doth herself endue.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For all the words that from your lips repair,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Are nought but tricks and turnings of the Air.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">45.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Hence is her prattling daughter, <span class="smcap">Echo</span>, born,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That dances to all voices she can hear.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>There is no sound so harsh that she doth scorn;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Nor any time, wherein she will forbear</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The airy pavement with her feet to wear;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And yet her hearing sense is nothing quick,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For after time she endeth every trick.</em>"</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">46.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>And thou, sweet Music, Dancing's only life,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The ear's sole happiness, the Air's best speech,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Loadstone of fellowship, Charming rod of strife,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The soft mind's Paradise, the sick mind's Leech,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With thine own tongue, thou trees and stones canst teach,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That when the Air doth dance her finest measure.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Then art thou born, the gods' and men's sweet pleasure.</em>"</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">47.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Lastly, where keep the Winds their revelry,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Their violent turnings, and wild whirling Hayes;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But in the Air's tralucent gallery?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Where she herself is turned a hundred ways,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>While with those Maskers, wantonly she plays.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet in this misrule, they such rule embrace</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As two, at once, encumber not the place.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">48.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>If then Fire, Air, Wandering and Fixed Lights,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In every province of th' imperial sky,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yield perfect forms of Dancing to your sights;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In vain I teach the ear, that which the eye,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With certain view, already doth descry;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But for your eyes perceive not all they see,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>In this, I will your senses' master be.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">49.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>For lo, the Sea that fleets about the land,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And like a girdle clips her solid waist,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Music and Measure both doth understand</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For his great Crystal Eye is always cast</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Up to the Moon, and on her fixèd fast;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And as she danceth, in her pallid sphere,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>So danceth he about the centre here.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">50.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Sometimes his proud green waves, in order set,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>One after other, flow unto the shore;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which when they have with many kisses wet,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>They ebb away in order, as before:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And to make known his Courtly Love the more,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He oft doth lay aside his three-forked mace,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And with his arms the timorous Earth embrace.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">51.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Only the Earth doth stand for ever still:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Her rocks remove not, nor her mountains meet</em></div> - <div class="i0">(<em>Although some wits enriched with learning's skill,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Say 'Heaven stands firm, and that the Earth doth fleet,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And swiftly turneth underneath their feet'</em>);</div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet, though the Earth is ever steadfast seen,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>On her broad breast hath Dancing ever been.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">52.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>For those blue veins, that through her body spread;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Those sapphire streams which from great hills do spring,</em></div> - <div class="i0">(<em>The Earth's great dugs! for every wight is fed</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With sweet fresh moisture from them issuing</em>)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Observe a Dance in their wild wandering;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And still their Dance begets a murmur sweet,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And still the Murmur with the Dance doth meet.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">53.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Of all their ways, I love Mæander's path;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which, to the tunes of dying swans, doth dance</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Such winding slights. Such turns and tricks he hath,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Such creeks, such wrenches, and such daliance</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That (whether it be hap or heedless chance)</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>In his indented course and wringing play,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He seems to dance a perfect cunning Hay.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">54.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>But wherefore do these streams for ever run?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To keep themselves for ever sweet and clear;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For let their everlasting course be done,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>They straight corrupt and foul with mud appear.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>O ye sweet Nymphs, that beauty's loss do fear,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Contemn the drugs that physic doth devise;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And learn of <span class="smcap">Love</span>, this dainty exercise.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">55.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>See how those flowers, that have sweet beauty too,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The only jewels that the <span class="smcap">Earth</span> doth wear</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When the young <span class="smcap">Sun</span> in bravery her doth woo</em>)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>As oft as they the whistling wind do hear,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Do wave their tender bodies here and there:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And though their dance no perfect measure is;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet oftentimes their music makes them kiss.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">56.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>What makes the Vine about the Elm to dance</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With turnings, windings, and embracements round?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>What makes the loadstone to the North advance</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>His subtle point, as if from thence he found</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>His chief attractive virtue to redound?</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Kind Nature, first, doth cause all things to love;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Love makes them dance, and in just order move.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">57.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Hark how the birds do sing! and mark then how,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Jump with the modulation of their lays,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>They lightly leap, and skip from bough to bough;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet do the cranes deserve a greater praise,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which keep such measure in their airy ways:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As when they all in order rankèd are,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>They make a perfect form triangular.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">58.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>In the chief angle, flies the watchful guide;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And all the followers their heads do lay</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>On their foregoers' backs, on either side:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But, for the Captain hath no rest to stay</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>His head forwearied with the windy way,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He back retires; and then the next behind,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As his Lieutenant, leads them through the wind.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">59.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>By why relate I every singular?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Since all the world's great fortunes and affairs</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Forward and backward rapt and whirlèd are,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>According to the music of the spheres;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And Chance herself her nimble feet upbears</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>On a round slippery wheel, that rolleth aye,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And turns all states with her impetuous sway.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5">60.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<em>Learn then to dance you, that are princes born</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And lawful Lords of earthly creatures all;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Imitate them, and thereof take no scorn,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For this new Art to them is natural.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And imitate the stars celestial;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For when pale Death your vital twist shall sever,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Your better parts must dance with them for ever.</em>"</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">61.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Thus <span class="smcap">Love</span> persuades, and all the crowd of men</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That stands around, doth make a murmuring,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As when the wind, loosed from his hollow den,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Among the trees a gentle bass doth sing;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or as a brook, through pebbles wandering:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But in their looks, they uttered this plain speech,</em></div> - <div class="i2">"<em>That they would learn to dance, if <span class="smcap">Love</span> would teach.</em>"</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">62.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Then, first of all, he doth demonstrate plain,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The motions seven that are in Nature found;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Upward and downward, forth and back again,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To this side, and to that, and turning round:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Whereof a thousand Brawls he doth compound,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which he doth teach unto the multitude;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And ever, with a turn they must conclude.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">63.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>As when a Nymph arising from the land,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Leadeth a dance, with her long watery train,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Down to the sea, she wries to every hand,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And every way doth cross the fertile plain;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But when, at last, she falls into the Main,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Then all her traverses concluded are,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And with the sea her course is circular.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">64.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Thus, when, at first, <span class="smcap">Love</span> had them marshallèd,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>(As erst he did the shapeless mass of things)</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>He taught them Rounds and winding Heyes to tread,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And about trees to cast themselves in rings:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As the two Bears, whom the First Mover flings</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With a short turn about Heaven's Axle-tree,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>In a round dance for ever wheeling be.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">65.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>But after these, as men more civil grew,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>He did more grave and solemn Measures frame;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With such fair order and proportion true,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And correspondence every way the same,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That no fault-finding eye did ever blame:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For every eye was movèd at the sight</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With sober wondering, and with sweet delight.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">66.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Not those old students of the heavenly book,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Atlas</span> the great, <span class="smcap">Prometheus</span> the wise;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which on the stars did all their lifetime look,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Could ever find such measures in the skies,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>So full of change and rare varieties:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet all the feet whereon these measures go</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Are only Spondees, solemn, grave, and slow.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">67.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>But for more divers and more pleasing show,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A swift and wandering dance She did invent;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With passages uncertain, to and fro,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet with a certain Answer and Consent</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To the quick music of the instrument.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Five was the number of the Music's feet;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which still the Dance did with five paces meet.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">68.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>A gallant Dance! that lively doth bewray</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A spirit and a virtue masculine;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Impatient that her house on earth should stay,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Since she herself is fiery and divine.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Oft doth she make her body upward flyne</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With lofty turns and caprioles in the air,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which with the lusty tunes accordeth fair.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">69.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>What shall I name those current travases,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That on a triple Dactyl foot, do run</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Close by the ground, with sliding passages?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Wherein that dancer greatest praise hath won,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which with best order can all orders shun;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For everywhere he wantonly must range.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And turn, and wind, with unexpected change.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">70.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet is there one, the most delightful kind,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A lofty jumping, or a leaping round,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When, arm in arm, two dancers are entwined,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And whirl themselves, with strict embracements bound,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And still their feet an Anapest do sound;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>An Anapest is all their music's song,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Whose first two feet are short, and third is long.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">71.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>As the victorious twins of <span class="smcap">Læda</span> and <span class="smcap">Jove</span>,</em></div> - <div class="i0">(<em>That taught the Spartans dancing on the sands</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of swift Eurotas</em>) <em>dance in heaven above,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Knit and united with eternal bands;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Among the stars their double image stands,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Where both are carried with an equal pace,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Together jumping in their turning race.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">72.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>This is the net wherein the sun's bright eye</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Venus</span> and <span class="smcap">Mars</span> entangled did behold;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For in this dance their arms they so imply,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As each doth seem the other to enfold.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>What if lewd wits another tale have told,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Of jealous <span class="smcap">Vulcan</span>, and of iron chains?</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet this true sense that forged lie contains.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">73.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>These various forms of dancing <span class="smcap">Love</span> did frame,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And besides these, a hundred millions moe;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And as he did invent, he taught the same:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With goodly gesture, and with comely show,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Now keeping state, now humbly honouring low.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And ever for the persons and the place,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He taught most fit, and best according grace.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">74.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>For <span class="smcap">Love</span>, within his fertile working brain,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Did then conceive those gracious Virgins three,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Whose civil moderation did maintain</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>All decent order and conveniency,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And fair respect, and seemly modesty:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And then he thought it fit they should be born,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That their sweet presence Dancing might adorn</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">75.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Hence is it, that these Graces painted are</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With hand in hand, dancing an endless round;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And with regarding eyes, that still beware</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That there be no disgrace amongst them found:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With equal foot they beat the flowery ground,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Laughing, or singing, as their Passions will;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet nothing that they do, becomes them ill.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">76.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Thus <span class="smcap">Love</span> taught men! and men thus learned of <span class="smcap">Love</span></em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sweet Music's sound with feet to counterfeit:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which was long time before high-thundering <span class="smcap">Jove</span></em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Was lifted up to Heaven's imperial seat.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For though by birth he were the Prince of Crete,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Nor Crete nor Heaven should that young Prince have seen,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>If dancers with their timbrels had not been.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">77.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Since when all ceremonious mysteries,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>All sacred orgies and religious rites,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>All pomps, and triumphs, and solemnities,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>All funerals, nuptials, and like public sights,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>All parliaments of peace, and warlike fights,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>All learned arts, and every great affair,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>A lively shape of Dancing seems to bear.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">78.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>For what did he, who, with his ten-tongued Lute,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Gave beasts and blocks an understanding ear;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or rather into bestial minds and brutes</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Shed and infused the beams of Reason clear?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Doubtless, for men that rude and savage were,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>A civil form of Dancing he devised,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Wherewith unto their gods they sacrificed.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">79.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>So did <span class="smcap">Musæus</span>, so <span class="smcap">Amphion</span> did,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And <span class="smcap">Linus</span> with his sweet enchanting Song,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And he whose hand the earth of monsters rid,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And had men's ears fast chainèd to his tongue,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And <span class="smcap">Theseus</span> to his wood-born slaves among,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Used Dancing, as the finest policy</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To plant Religion and Society.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">80.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And therefore, now, the Thracian <span class="smcap">Orpheus'</span> lyre</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And <span class="smcap">Hercules</span> himself are stellified,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And in high heaven, amidst the starry quire</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Dancing their parts, continually do slide.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>So, on the Zodiac, <span class="smcap">Ganymede</span> doth ride,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And so is <span class="smcap">Hebe</span> with the Muses nine,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For pleasing <span class="smcap">Jove</span> with dancing, made divine.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">81.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Wherefore was <span class="smcap">Proteus</span> said himself to change</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Into a stream, a lion, and a tree,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And many other forms fantastic strange,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As, in his fickle thought, he wished to be?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But that he danced with such facility,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As, like a lion, he could pace with pride,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Ply like a plant, and like a river slide.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">82.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And how was <span class="smcap">Cœneus</span> made, at first, a man,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And then a woman, then a man again,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But in a Dance? which when he first began</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>He the man's part in measure did sustain:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But when he changed into a second strain,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He danced the woman's part another space;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And then returned unto his former place.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">83.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Hence sprang the fable of <span class="smcap">Tiresias</span>,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That he the pleasure of both sexes tried;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For, in a dance, he man and woman was.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>By often change of place, from side to side,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But, for the woman easily did slide,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And smoothly swim with cunning hidden Art,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>He took more pleasure in a woman's part.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">84.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>So to a fish <span class="smcap">Venus</span> herself did change,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And swimming through the soft and yielding wave,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With gentle motions did so smoothly range,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As none might see where she the water drave;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But this plain truth that falsèd fable gave,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That she did dance with sliding easiness,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Pliant and quick in wandering passages.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">85.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And merry <span class="smcap">Bacchus</span> practised dancing too,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And to the Lydian numbers Rounds did make.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The like he did in th' Eastern India do,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And taught them all, when <span class="smcap">Phœbus</span> did awake,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And when at night he did his coach forsake,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To honour heaven, and heaven's great rolling eye,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With turning dances and with melody.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">86.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Thus they who first did found a Common weal,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And they who first Religion did ordain,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>By dancing first the people's hearts did steal:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of whom we now a thousand tales do feign.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet do we now their perfect rules retain,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And use them still in such devices new;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As in the world, long since, their withering grew.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">87.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>For after Towns and Kingdoms founded were,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Between great states arose well-ordered war,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Wherein most perfect Measure doth appear:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Whether their well set Ranks respected are,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In quadrant forms or semicircular;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Or else the March, when all the troops advance,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Unto the drum in gallant order dance.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">88.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And after wars, when white-winged Victory</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Is with a glorious Triumph beautified;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And every one doth Ιῶ! Ιῶ! cry,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>While all in gold the Conqueror doth ride;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The solemn pomp, that fills the city wide,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Observes such Rank and Measure everywhere,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As if they altogether dancing were.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">89.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>The like just order Mourners do observe,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But with unlike affection and attire,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When some great man, that nobly did deserve,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And whom his friends impatiently desire,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Is brought with honour to his latest fire.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The dead corpse, too, in that sad dance is moved</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As if both dead and living dancing loved.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">90.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>A diverse cause, but like solemnity,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Unto the Temple leads the bashful bride,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which blusheth like the Indian ivory</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which is with dip of Tyrian purple dyed:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A golden troop doth pass on every side,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Of flourishing young men and virgins gay,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which keep fair Measure all the flowery way.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">91.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And not alone the general multitude</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But those choice <span class="smcap">Nestors</span>, which in counsel grave</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of cities and of kingdoms do conclude,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Most comely order in their sessions have;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Wherefore the wise Thessalians ever gave</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The name of Leader of their Country's Dance</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To him that had their country's governance.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">92.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And those great Masters of the liberal arts,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In all their several Schools, do Dancing teach;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For humble Grammar first doth set the parts</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of congruent and well according Speech,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which Rhetoric, whose state the clouds doth reach,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And heavenly Poetry do forward lead,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And divers Measures diversely do tread.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">93.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>For Rhetoric clothing Speech in rich array,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The looser numbers teacheth her to range</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With twenty tropes, and turnings every way,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And various figures and licentious change:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But Poetry, with rule and order strange,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>So curiously doth move each single pace</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As all is marred if she one foot misplace.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">94.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>These Arts of Speech the Guides and Marshals are,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But Logic leadeth Reason in a dance</em></div> - <div class="i0">(<em>Reason, the Cynosure and bright Loadstar</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In this world's sea, t' avoid the rocks of Chance</em>),</div> - <div class="i0"><em>For with close following, and continuance,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>One reason doth another so ensue</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As, in conclusion, still the Dance is true.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">95.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>So Music to her own sweet tunes doth trip,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With tricks</em> of 3, 5, 8, 15, <em>and more;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>So doth the Art of Numbering seem to skip</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>From Even to Odd, in her proportioned score;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>So do those skills, whose quick eyes do explore</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The just dimension both of earth and heaven,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>In all their rules observe a measure even.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">96.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Lo, this is Dancing's true nobility;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Dancing, the Child of Music and of Love;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Dancing itself, both Love and Harmony;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Where all agree, and all in order move;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Dancing, the art that all Arts doth approve;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The sure Character of the world's consent,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The heavens true figure, and th'earth's ornament.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">97.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Queen, whose dainty ears had borne too long</div> - <div class="i0">The tedious praise of that she did despise,</div> - <div class="i0">Adding once more the music of the tongue</div> - <div class="i0">To the sweet speech of her alluring eyes;</div> - <div class="i0">Began to answer in such winning wise</div> - <div class="i2">As that forthwith <span class="smcap">Antinous'</span> tongue was tied,</div> - <div class="i2">His eyes fast fixed, his ears were open wide.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">98.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Forsooth,</em> quoth she, <em>great glory you have won</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To your trim minion, Dancing, all this while,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>By blazing him <span class="smcap">Love's</span> first begotten son,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of every ill the hateful father vile,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That doth the world with sorceries beguile,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Cunningly mad, religiously profane,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Wit's monster, Reason's canker, Sense's bane.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">99.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> taught the mother that unkind desire</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To wash her hands in her own infants blood;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> taught the daughter to betray her sire</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Into most base unworthy servitude;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> taught the brother to prepare such food</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To feast his brothers that the all-seeing sun,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Wrapt in a cloud, the wicked sight did shun.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">100.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And even this self-same <span class="smcap">Love</span> hath Dancing taught,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>An Art that shewed th' Idea of his mind</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With vainness, frenzy, and misorder fraught;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sometimes with blood and cruelties unkind,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For in a dance <span class="smcap">Tereus'</span> mad wife did find</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Fit time and place, by murdering her son,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>T' avenge the wrong his traitorous sire had done.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">101.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>What mean the Mermaids, when they dance and sing,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But certain death unto the mariner?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>What tidings do the dancing Dolphins bring,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But that some dangerous storm approacheth near?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Then since both Love and Dancing liveries bear</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Of such ill hap unhappy may they prove</em> -</div> - <div class="i2"><em>That, sitting free, will either dance or love!</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">102.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet, once again, <span class="smcap">Antinous</span> did reply,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Great Queen! condemn not <span class="smcap">Love</span> the innocent,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For this mischievous <span class="smcap">Lust</span>, which traitorously</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Usurps his Name, and steals his Ornament;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For that <span class="smcap">True Love</span>, which Dancing did invent,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Is he that tuned the world's whole harmony,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And linked all men in sweet society.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">103.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>He first extracted from th' earth-mingled mind</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That heavenly fire, or quintessence divine,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which doth such sympathy in Beauty find</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>As is between the Elm and fruitful Vine,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And so to Beauty ever doth incline;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Life's life it is, and cordial to the heart,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And of our better part the better part.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">104.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>This is True Love, by that true <span class="smcap">Cupid</span> got;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which danceth Galliards in your amorous eyes,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But to your frozen heart approacheth not;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Only your heart he dares not enterprise,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And yet through every other part he flies,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And everywhere he nimbly danceth now,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Though in yourself yourself perceive not how.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">105.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>For your sweet beauty daintily transfused</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With due proportion, throughout every part;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>What is it but a dance where <span class="smcap">Love</span> hath used</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>His finer cunning, and more curious Art?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Where all the Elements themselves impart,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And turn, and wind, and mingle with such measure</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That th' eye that sees it surfeits with the pleasure.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">106.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> in the twinkling of your eyelids danceth,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> dances in your pulses and your veins,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span>, when you sew, your needle's point advanceth,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And makes it dance a thousand curious strains</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of winding rounds; whereof the form remains</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To shew that your fair hands can dance the Hey,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which your fine feet would learn as well as they.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">107.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And when your ivory fingers touch the strings</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of any silver-sounding instrument,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> makes them dance to those sweet murmurings,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>With busy skill and cunning excellent!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>O that your feet, those tunes would represent</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With artificial motions to and fro,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That <span class="smcap">Love</span> this Art in every part might shew!</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">108.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet your fair soul, which came from heaven above</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To rule this house</em> (<em>another heaven below</em>)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>With divers powers in harmony doth move;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And all the virtues that from her do flow</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In a round measure, hand in hand do go:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Could I now see, as I conceive this dance,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Wonder and Love would cast me in a trance.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">109.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>The richest jewel in all the heavenly treasure,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That ever yet unto the earth was shown,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Is Perfect Concord th' only perfect pleasure,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That wretched earthborn men have ever known:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For many hearts it doth compound in one,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That what so one doth will, or speak, or do,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With one consent they all agree thereto.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">110.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Concord's true picture shineth in this Art</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Where divers men and women rankèd be,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And every one doth dance a several part,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet all as one in measure do agree,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Observing perfect uniformity:</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>All turn together, all together trace,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And all together honour and embrace.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">111.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>If they whom sacred Love hath linked in one,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Do, as they dance, in all their course of life;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Never shall burning grief nor bitter moan,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Nor factious difference, nor unkind strife,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Arise between the husband and the wife;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For whether forth, or back, or round he go,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As doth the man, so must the woman do.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">112.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>What, if by often interchange of place,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sometimes the woman gets the upper hand?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That is but done for more delightful grace,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For on that part, she doth not ever stand;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But, as the Measures' law doth her command,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>She wheels about, and, ere the dance doth end,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Into her former place she doth transcend.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">113.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>But not alone this correspondence meet</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And uniform consent doth Dancing praise;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For Comeliness, the child of Order sweet,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Enamels it with her eye-pleasing rays:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Fair Comeliness, ten hundred thousand ways,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Through Dancing sheds itself, and makes it shine</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With glorious beauty, and with grace divine.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">114.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>For Comeliness is a disposing fair</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of things and actions in fit time and place;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which doth in Dancing shew itself most clear</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>When troops confused, which here and there do trace,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Without distinguishment or bounded space,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>By dancing rule, into such ranks are brought,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As glads the eye, and ravisheth the thought.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">115.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Then why should Reason judge that reasonless</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which is Wit's Offspring, and the work of Art,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Image of Concord, and of Comeliness?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Who sees a clock moving in every part,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A sailing pinnace, or a wheeling cart,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But thinks that Reason, ere it came to pass,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The first impulsive cause and mover was?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">116.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Who sees an army all in rank advance,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But deems a wise Commander is in place,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which leadeth on that brave victorious dance?</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Much more in Dancing's Art, in Dancing's grace,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Blindness itself may Reason's footsteps trace;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For of Love's Maze it is the curious plot,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And of Man's Fellowship the true-love knot.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">117.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>But if these eyes of yours (Loadstars of Love!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Shewing the world's great Dance to your mind's eye)</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Cannot, with all their demonstrations, move</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Kind apprehension in your Phantasy</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of Dancing's virtue and nobility;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>How can my barbarous tongue win you thereto,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which heaven's and earth's fair speech could never do?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">118.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>O <span class="smcap">Love</span>! my King! If all my Wit and power</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Have done you all the service that they can;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>O be you present, in this present hour,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And help your servant and your true liegeman!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>End that persuasion, which I erst began!</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>For who in praise of Dancing can persuade</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>With such sweet force, as <span class="smcap">Love</span>, which Dancing made?</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">119.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span> heard his prayer; and swifter than the wind,</div> - <div class="i0">(Like to a page in habit, face, and speech),</div> - <div class="i0">He came; and stood <span class="smcap">Antinous</span> behind,</div> - <div class="i0">And many secrets of his thoughts did teach.</div> - <div class="i0">At last a crystal Mirror he did reach</div> - <div class="i2">Unto his hands, that he with one rash view</div> - <div class="i2">All forms therein by <span class="smcap">Love's</span> revealing knew.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">120.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And humbly honouring, gave it to the Queen,</div> - <div class="i0">With this fair speech, <em>See, fairest Queen!</em> quoth he,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>The fairest sight that ever shall be seen,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And th' only wonder of posterity!</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The richest work in Nature's treasury!</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which she disdains to shew on this world's stage,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And thinks it far too good for our rude age.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">121.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>But in another world, divided far,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In the great fortunate triangled Isle,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Thrice twelve degrees removed from the North Star,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>She will this glorious Workmanship compile,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which she hath been conceiving all this while</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Since the world's birth; and will bring forth at last,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>When six and twenty hundred years are past.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">122.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Penelope</span> the Queen, when she had viewed</div> - <div class="i0">The strange eye-dazzling admirable sight,</div> - <div class="i0">Fain would have praised the State and Pulchritude;</div> - <div class="i0">But she was stricken dumb with wonder quite,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet her sweet mind retained her thinking might.</div> - <div class="i2">Her ravished mind in heavenly thoughts did dwell;</div> - <div class="i2">But what she thought, no mortal tongue can tell.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">123.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">You, Lady Muse, whom <span class="smcap">Jove</span> the Counsellor</div> - <div class="i0">Begot of <span class="smcap">Memory</span>, Wisdom's Treasuress,</div> - <div class="i0">To your divining tongue is given a power</div> - <div class="i0">Of uttering secrets, large and limitless;</div> - <div class="i0">You can <span class="smcap">Penelope's</span> strange thoughts express;</div> - <div class="i2">Which she conceived, and then would fain have told,</div> - <div class="i2">When she the wondrous Crystal did behold.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">124.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her wingèd thoughts bore up her mind so high</div> - <div class="i0">As that she weened she saw the glorious throne,</div> - <div class="i0">Where the bright Moon doth sit in Majesty:</div> - <div class="i0">A thousand sparkling stars about her shone,</div> - <div class="i0">But she herself did sparkle more, alone,</div> - <div class="i2">Than all those thousand beauties would have done,</div> - <div class="i2">If they had been confounded all in one.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">125.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet she thought those stars moved in such measure,</div> - <div class="i0">To do their Sovereign honour and delight,</div> - <div class="i0">As soothed her mind with sweet enchanting pleasure,</div> - <div class="i0">Although the various Change amazed her sight,</div> - <div class="i0">And her weak judgement did entangle quite:</div> - <div class="i2">Besides, their moving made them shine more clear;</div> - <div class="i2">As diamonds moved more sparkling do appear.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">126.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This was the Picture of her wondrous thought!</div> - <div class="i0">But who can wonder that her thought was so,</div> - <div class="i0">Sith <span class="smcap">Vulcan</span>, King of Fire, that Mirror wrought</div> - <div class="i0">(Which things to come, present, and past doth know),</div> - <div class="i0">And there did represent in lively show</div> - <div class="i2">Our glorious English Court's divine Image,</div> - <div class="i2">As it should be in this our Golden Age?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">[<em>See duplicate ending from this point on the next pages.</em>]</p> - - -<p class="p5">127.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Away, <span class="smcap">Terpsichore</span>, light Muse, away!</div> - <div class="i0">And come, <span class="smcap">Urania</span>, Prophetess divine!</div> - <div class="i0">Come, Muse of Heaven, my burning thirst allay!</div> - <div class="i0">Even now, for want of sacred drink, I pine:</div> - <div class="i0">In heavenly moisture dip this pen of mine,</div> - <div class="i2">And let my mouth with nectar overflow,</div> - <div class="i2">For I must more than mortal glory show!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">128.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O that I had <span class="smcap">Homer's</span> abundant vein,</div> - <div class="i0">I would hereof another Ilias make!</div> - <div class="i0">Or else the Man of Mantua's charmèd brain,</div> - <div class="i0">In whose large throat great <span class="smcap">Jove</span> the thunder spake!</div> - <div class="i0">O that I could old <span class="smcap">Geoffrey's</span> Muse awake,</div> - <div class="i2">Or borrow <span class="smcap">Colin's</span> fair heroic style,</div> - <div class="i2">Or smooth my rhymes with <em><span class="smcap">Delia's</span></em> servant's file!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">129.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O could I, sweet Companion, sing like you</div> - <div class="i0">Which of a <em>Shadow</em>, under a shadow sing!</div> - <div class="i0">Or like fair <span class="smcap">Salves'</span> sad lover true!</div> - <div class="i0">Or like the Bay, the marigold's darling,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose sudden verse, Love covers with his wing!</div> - <div class="i2">O that your brains were mingled all with mine,</div> - <div class="i2">T' enlarge my Wit for this great work divine!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">130.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span> might one for all suffice.</div> - <div class="i0">Whose supple Muse camelion-like doth change</div> - <div class="i0">Into all forms of excellent device:</div> - <div class="i0">So might the Swallow, whose swift Muse doth range</div> - <div class="i0">Through rare <em>Idæas</em> and inventions strange,</div> - <div class="i2">And ever doth enjoy her joyful Spring,</div> - <div class="i2">And Sweeter than the Nightingale doth sing.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">131.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O that I might that singing Swallow hear,</div> - <div class="i0">To whom I owe my service and my love!</div> - <div class="i0">His sugared tunes would so enchant mine ear,</div> - <div class="i0">And in my mind such sacred fury move,</div> - <div class="i0">As I should knock at heaven's great gate above,</div> - <div class="i2">With my proud rhymes; while, of this heavenly state,</div> - <div class="i2">I do aspire the Shadow to relate.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p6">FINIS.</p> - - -<div class="container"> - <div class="text width35"> -<p>[<em>In later editions a different ending of the poem was substituted for the -above, from after Stanza 126, thus:</em></p> - </div> -</div> - -<p class="center">*<span class="mleft3">*</span> <span class="mleft3">*</span> <span class="mleft3">*</span> <span class="mleft3">*</span></p> - -<div class="container"> - <div class="text width35"> -<p class="center"><em>Here are wanting some stanzas describing Queen</em></p> - -<p class="center"><em><span class="smcap">Elizabeth</span>.</em></p> - -<p class="center"><em>Then follow these</em>:</p> - </div> -</div> - -<p class="p5">127.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her brighter dazzling beams of Majesty</div> - <div class="i0">Were laid aside: for she vouchsafed awhile</div> - <div class="i0">With gracious, cheerful, and familiar eye,</div> - <div class="i0">Upon the Revels of her Court to smile,</div> - <div class="i0">For so Time's journey she doth oft beguile:</div> - <div class="i2">Like sight no mortal eye might elsewhere see</div> - <div class="i2">So full of State, Art, and variety.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">128.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For of her Barons brave, and Ladies fair</div> - <div class="i0">(Who had they been elsewhere, most fair had been),</div> - <div class="i0">Many an incomparable lovely pair</div> - <div class="i0">With hand-in-hand were interlinkèd seen,</div> - <div class="i0">Making fair honour to their sovereign Queen:</div> - <div class="i2">Forward they paced, and did their pace apply</div> - <div class="i2">To a most sweet and solemn melody.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">129.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So subtle and curious was the measure</div> - <div class="i0">With such unlooked-for change in every strain,</div> - <div class="i0">As that <span class="smcap">Penelope</span> rapt with sweet pleasure</div> - <div class="i0">Weened she beheld the true proportion plain</div> - <div class="i0">Of her own web, weaved and unweaved again:</div> - <div class="i2">But that her Art was somewhat less, she thought,</div> - <div class="i2">And on a mere ignoble subject wrought.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">130.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For here, like to the silkworm's industry,</div> - <div class="i0">Beauty itself out of itself did weave</div> - <div class="i0">So rare a work, and of such subtlety,</div> - <div class="i0">As did all eyes entangle and deceive;</div> - <div class="i0">And in all minds a strange impression leave.</div> - <div class="i2">In this sweet labyrinth did <span class="smcap">Cupid</span> stray,</div> - <div class="i2">And never had the power to pass away.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">131.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As when the Indians, neighbours of the Morning,</div> - <div class="i0">In honour of the cheerful rising Sun,</div> - <div class="i0">With pearl and painted plumes themselves adorning,</div> - <div class="i0">A solemn stately measure have begun;</div> - <div class="i0">The god well pleased with that fair honour done,</div> - <div class="i2">Sheds forth his beams, and doth their faces kiss</div> - <div class="i2">With that immortal glorious face of his:</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">132.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So <span class="mleft2">*</span> <span class="mleft2">*</span> <span class="mleft2">*</span> <span class="mleft2">*</span>]</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i040_dec.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="title"> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i041_title.jpg" width="450" height="193" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p3b"><a name="SIR_JOHN_DAVIES" id="SIR_JOHN_DAVIES"></a>Nosce teipsum!</p> - -<p class="p6"><em>This Oracle expounded in two<br /> -Elegies.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> - <div class="text width35"> -<p><strong>1. Of Human Knowledge.</strong></p> - -<p><strong>2. Of the Soul of Man, and the Immortality thereof.</strong></p> - </div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i041a_title.jpg" width="450" height="225" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p4a"><em>LONDON:</em></p> - -<p class="center"><strong>Printed by <span class="smcap">Richard Field</span>, for <span class="smcap">John Standish</span>.</strong></p> - -<p class="p6">1599.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> - -<div class="container"> - <div class="text width35"> - -<p class="center">[This work was thus registered for publication at Stationers' Hall: -10 <span class="antiqua">Aprilis</span> [1599].</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="John Standyshe"> -<tbody> -<tr> - <td class="tdl top"><span class="smcap">John Standyshe</span></td> - <td class="tdl">Entred for his copie A booke called <cite>Nosce Teipsum -The oracle expounded in two Elegies.</cite> 1. <cite>of human -kno[w]ledge.</cite> 2. <cite>of the soule of Man and th[e] immortality -thereof.</cite></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl top">Master <span class="smcap">Ponsonbyes</span> -[<em>the junior Warden at -the time</em>] hand is -to yt.</td> - <td class="tdl top">This is aucthorised vnder the hand of the L[ord] -Bysshop of <span class="smcap">London Provyed</span> that yt must not be -printed without his L[ordships] hand to yt again.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr"><cite>Transcript &c.</cite> iii. 142. <cite>Ed.</cite> 1876.</td> - </tr> -</tbody> -</table></div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i043_header.jpg" width="500" height="96" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To my most gracious dread -Sovereign.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i043_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><em>O <span class="smcap">that</span> clear Majesty which in the North</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em> Doth like another sun in glory rise;</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em> Which standeth fixt, yet spreads her heavenly worth</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em> Loadstone to hearts, and loadstar to all eyes:</em></div> - <div class="i6"> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Like heaven in all; like th' earth in this alone,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That though great States by her support do stand,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Yet she herself supported is of none,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>But by the finger of th' Almighty's hand:</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>To the divinest and the richest Mind,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Both by Art's purchase and by Nature's dower,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>That ever was from heaven to earth confined,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>To shew the utmost of a creature's power:</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>To that great Spirit which doth great kingdoms move,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>The sacred spring, whence Right and Honour streams,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Distilling Virtue, shedding Peace and Love</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>In every place, as <span class="smcap">Cynthia</span> sheds her beams:</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>I offer up some sparkles of that fire,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Whereby we Reason, Live, and Move, and Be.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>These sparks, by nature, evermore aspire;</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Which makes them to so high a Highness flee.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><em>Fair Soul, since to the fairest body knit,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>You give such lively life, such quick'ning power.</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Such sweet celestial influence to it</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>As keeps it still in youth's immortal flower;</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>(As where the sun is present all the year,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And never doth retire his golden ray,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Needs must the Spring be everlasting there,</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>And every season, like the month of May)</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>O many, many years, may you remain</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>A happy Angel to this happy land!</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Long, long may you on earth our Empress reign!</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Ere you in heaven, a glorious angel stand.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4"><em>Stay long, sweet Spirit, ere than to heaven depart,</em></div> - <div class="i4"><em>Which mak'st each place a heaven, wherein thou art.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><em>Her Majesty's least and unworthiest subject,</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i12"><span class="smcap"><cite>John Davies.</cite></span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i044_dec.jpg" width="450" height="285" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i045_header.jpg" width="500" height="213" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">Of Human Knowledge.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i045_dropw.jpg" width="120" alt="W" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">Hy</span> did my parents send me to the Schools,</div> - <div class="i8"> That I with knowledge might enrich my mind?</div> - <div class="i8"> Since the Desire to Know first made men fools,</div> - <div class="i8"> And did corrupt the root of all mankind.</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For when GOD's hand had written in the hearts</div> - <div class="i2">Of the First Parents, all the rules of good;</div> - <div class="i2">So that their skill infused, did pass all Arts</div> - <div class="i2">That ever were, before, or since the Flood;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when their Reason's eye was sharp and clear,</div> - <div class="i2">And, as an eagle can behold the sun,</div> - <div class="i2">Could have approached the Eternal Light as near</div> - <div class="i2">As th'intellectual angels could have done:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even then, to them the Spirit of Lies suggests</div> - <div class="i2">That they were blind, because they saw not Ill;</div> - <div class="i2">And breathes into their incorrupted breasts,</div> - <div class="i2">A curious Wish, which did corrupt their Will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For that same Ill they straight desired to know,</div> - <div class="i2">Which Ill (being nought but a defect of Good);</div> - <div class="i2">In all GOD's works, the Devil could not show,</div> - <div class="i2">While Man, their Lord, in his perfection stood.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> - <div class="i0">So that themselves were first to <em>do</em> the Ill</div> - <div class="i2">Ere they thereof the <em>knowledge</em> could attain;</div> - <div class="i2">Like him, that knew not poison's power to kill,</div> - <div class="i2">Until, by tasting it, himself was slain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even so, by tasting of that fruit forbid,</div> - <div class="i2">Where they sought Knowledge, they did Error find;</div> - <div class="i2">Ill they desired to know, and Ill, they did;</div> - <div class="i2">And to give Passion eyes, made Reason blind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For then their minds did first in Passion see,</div> - <div class="i2">Those wretched Shapes of Misery and Woe,</div> - <div class="i2">Of Nakedness, of Shame, of Poverty,</div> - <div class="i2">Which then their own experience made them know.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But then grew Reason dark, that she no more</div> - <div class="i2">Could the fair forms of Good and Truth discern:</div> - <div class="i2">Bats they became, that eagles were before;</div> - <div class="i2">And this they got by their Desire to Learn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But we, their wretched offspring, what do we?</div> - <div class="i2">Do not we still taste of the fruit forbid?</div> - <div class="i2">Whiles, with fond fruitless curiosity,</div> - <div class="i2">In books profane we seek for knowledge hid?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What is this Knowledge but the sky-stol'n fire</div> - <div class="i2">For which the Thief still chained in ice doth sit,</div> - <div class="i2">And which the poor rude Satyr did admire,</div> - <div class="i2">And needs would kiss, but burnt his lips with it?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What is it, but the cloud of empty rain,</div> - <div class="i2">Which when <span class="smcap">Jove's</span> guest embraced, he monsters got?</div> - <div class="i2">Or the false pails, which oft being filled with pain,</div> - <div class="i2">Received the water, but retained it not?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Shortly, what is it but the fiery Coach</div> - <div class="i2">Which the Youth sought, and sought his death withal?</div> - <div class="i2">Or the Boy's wings, which when he did approach</div> - <div class="i2">The sun's hot beams, did melt, and let him fall?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And yet, alas, when all our lamps are burned,</div> - <div class="i2">Our bodies wasted, and our spirits spent;</div> - <div class="i2">When we have all the learned volumes turned,</div> - <div class="i2">Which yield men's wits, both help and ornament:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What can we know? or what can we discern?</div> - <div class="i2">When Error chokes the windows of the Mind;</div> - <div class="i2">The divers Forms of things how can we learn,</div> - <div class="i2">That have been, ever from our birthday, blind?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When Reason's lamp (which, like the sun in sky,</div> - <div class="i2">Throughout man's little world her beams did spread)</div> - <div class="i2">Is now become a Sparkle, which doth lie</div> - <div class="i2">Under the ashes, half extinct, and dead;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How can we hope, that through the Eye and Ear,</div> - <div class="i2">This dying Sparkle, in this cloudy place,</div> - <div class="i2">Can re-collect these beams of knowledge clear,</div> - <div class="i2">Which were infused in the first minds, by grace?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So might the heir, whose father hath in play</div> - <div class="i2">Wasted a thousand pounds of ancient rent,</div> - <div class="i2">By painful earning of one groat a day,</div> - <div class="i2">Hope to restore the patrimony spent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The wits that dived most deep, and soared most high,</div> - <div class="i2">Seeking man's powers, have found his weakness such;</div> - <div class="i2">"Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly;</div> - <div class="i2">We learn so little, and forget so much."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For this, the wisest of all moral men</div> - <div class="i2">Said, <em>He knew nought, but that he nought did know!</em></div> - <div class="i2">And the great mocking Master, mocked not then,</div> - <div class="i2">When he said, <em>Truth was buried deep below!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For how may we, to other's things attain,</div> - <div class="i2">When none of us, his own Soul understands?</div> - <div class="i2">For which, the Devil mocks our curious brain,</div> - <div class="i2">When, <em>Know thyself!</em> his oracle commands.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For why should we the busy Soul believe,</div> - <div class="i2">When boldly she concludes of that and this?</div> - <div class="i2">When of herself, she can no judgement give,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor How, nor Whence, nor Where, nor What she is?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All things without, which round about we see,</div> - <div class="i2">We seek to know, and have therewith to do;</div> - <div class="i2">But that, whereby we Reason, Live, and Be,</div> - <div class="i2">Within ourselves, we strangers are thereto.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We seek to know the moving of each sphere,</div> - <div class="i2">And the strange cause of th' ebbs and floods of Nile;</div> - <div class="i2">But of that Clock, which in our breasts we bear,</div> - <div class="i2">The subtle motions we forget the while!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We that acquaint ourselves with every zone,</div> - <div class="i2">And pass both tropics, and behold both poles;</div> - <div class="i2">When we come home, are to ourselves unknown</div> - <div class="i2">And unacquainted still with our own souls!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We study Speech, but others we persuade;</div> - <div class="i2">We Leechcraft learn, but others cure with it;</div> - <div class="i2">We interpret Laws which other men have made,</div> - <div class="i2">But read not those which in our hearts are writ.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Is it because the Mind is like the Eye,</div> - <div class="i2">(Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees)</div> - <div class="i2">Whose rays reflect not but spread outwardly,</div> - <div class="i2">Not seeing itself, when other things it sees?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">No, doubtless, for the Mind can backward cast</div> - <div class="i2">Upon herself, her understanding light;</div> - <div class="i2">But she is so corrupt, and so defac't,</div> - <div class="i2">As her own image doth herself affright.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As in the fable of that Lady fair,</div> - <div class="i2">Which, for her lust, was turned into a cow;</div> - <div class="i2">When thirsty to a stream she did repair,</div> - <div class="i2">And saw herself transformed (she wist not how;)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> - <div class="i0">At first, she startles! then, she stands amazed!</div> - <div class="i2">At last, with terror, she from thence doth fly,</div> - <div class="i2">And loathes the wat'ry glass wherein she gazed,</div> - <div class="i2">And shuns it still, though she for thirst do die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even so, Man's Soul, which did God's Image bear,</div> - <div class="i2">And was, at first, fair, good, and spotless pure;</div> - <div class="i2">Since with her sins, her beauties blotted were,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth, of all sights, her own sight least endure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For even, at first reflection, she espies</div> - <div class="i2">Such strange <span class="smcap">Chimeras</span> and such monsters there!</div> - <div class="i2">Such toys! such antics! and such vanities!</div> - <div class="i2">As she retires, and shrinks for shame and fear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as the man loves least at home to be,</div> - <div class="i2">That hath a sluttish house, haunted with sprites;</div> - <div class="i2">So she, impatient her own faults to see,</div> - <div class="i2">Turns from herself, and in strange things delights.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For this, few <em>know themselves</em>! for merchants broke,</div> - <div class="i2">View their estate with discontent and pain;</div> - <div class="i2">And seas are troubled, when they do revoke</div> - <div class="i2">Their flowing waves into themselves again.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And while the face of outward things we find,</div> - <div class="i2">Pleasing and fair, agreeable and sweet;</div> - <div class="i2">These things transport and carry out the mind,</div> - <div class="i2">That with herself, herself can never meet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet if Affliction once her wars begin,</div> - <div class="i2">And threat the feeble Sense with sword and fire;</div> - <div class="i2">The Mind contracts herself, and shrinketh in,</div> - <div class="i2">And to herself she gladly doth retire,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As spiders touched, seek their web's inmost part;</div> - <div class="i2">As bees in storms, unto their hives return;</div> - <div class="i2">As blood in danger, gathers to the heart;</div> - <div class="i2">And men seek towns, when foes the country burn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> - <div class="i0">If ought can teach us ought, Affliction's looks</div> - <div class="i2">(Making us look into ourselves so near)</div> - <div class="i2">Teach us to <em>know ourselves</em>, beyond all books,</div> - <div class="i2">Or all the learned Schools that ever were!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This Mistress, lately, plucked me by the ear,</div> - <div class="i2">And many a golden lesson hath me taught,</div> - <div class="i2">Hath made my Senses quick, and Reason clear,</div> - <div class="i2">Reformed my Will, and rectified my Thought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So do the winds and thunders cleanse the air;</div> - <div class="i2">So working lees settle and purge the wine;</div> - <div class="i2">So lopt and pruned trees do flourish fair;</div> - <div class="i2">So doth the fire the drossy gold refine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Neither <span class="smcap">Minerva</span>, nor the learned Muse,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor Rules of Art, nor Precepts of the Wise,</div> - <div class="i2">Could in my brain, those beams of skill infuse,</div> - <div class="i2">As but the glance of this Dame's angry eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She, within lists, my ranging mind hath brought,</div> - <div class="i2">That now beyond myself I list not go;</div> - <div class="i2">Myself am Centre of my circling thought,</div> - <div class="i2">Only Myself, I study, learn, and know.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I <em>know</em> my Body's of so frail a kind,</div> - <div class="i2">As force without, fevers within, can kill;</div> - <div class="i2">I <em>know</em> the heavenly nature of my Mind;</div> - <div class="i2">But 'tis corrupted, both in Wit and Will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I <em>know</em> my Soul hath power to know all things,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet is she blind and ignorant in all;</div> - <div class="i2">I <em>know</em> I am one of Nature's little kings,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I <em>know</em> my Life's a pain, and but a span;</div> - <div class="i2">I <em>know</em> my Sense is mocked with every thing:</div> - <div class="i2">And to conclude, I <em>know</em> myself a Man;</div> - <div class="i2">Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i051_header.jpg" width="500" height="102" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">Of the Soul of Man;<br /> -<span class="small80">and the Immortality thereof.</span></h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i051_dropt.jpg" width="120" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">He</span> Lights of Heaven, which are the world's fair eyes,</div> - <div class="i9"> Look down into the world, the world to see;</div> - <div class="i9"> And as they turn, or wander in the skies,</div> - <div class="i9"> Survey all things, that on this Centre be.</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet the Lights which in my Tower do shine,</div> - <div class="i2">Mine Eyes! (which view all objects, nigh and far)</div> - <div class="i2">Look not into this little world of mine,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor see my face, wherein they fixed are.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Since Nature fails us in no needful thing;</div> - <div class="i2">Why want I means, mine inward self to see?</div> - <div class="i2">Which sight, the Knowledge of Myself might bring;</div> - <div class="i2">Which, to true wisdom, is the first degree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That Power (which gave me eyes, the world to view)</div> - <div class="i2">To view myself, infused an Inward Light,</div> - <div class="i2">Whereby my Soul, as by a Mirror true,</div> - <div class="i2">Of her own form, may take a perfect sight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But as the sharpest Eye discerneth nought,</div> - <div class="i2">Except the sunbeams in the air do shine;</div> - <div class="i2">So the best Soul, with her reflecting thought,</div> - <div class="i2">Sees not herself, without some light Divine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> - <div class="i0">O LIGHT! (which makest the Light, which makest the Day;</div> - <div class="i2">Which settest the Eye without, and Mind within)</div> - <div class="i2">Lighten my spirit, with one clear heavenly ray!</div> - <div class="i2">Which now to view itself, doth first begin.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For her true form, how can my Spark discern?</div> - <div class="i2">Which dim by Nature, Art did never clear;</div> - <div class="i2">When the great wits, of whom all skill we learn,</div> - <div class="i2">Are ignorant, both What She is! and Where!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">One thinks the Soul is Air, another Fire,</div> - <div class="i2">Another, Blood diffused about the heart,</div> - <div class="i2">Another saith, the Elements conspire,</div> - <div class="i2">And to her Essence, each doth give a part.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Musicians think our Souls are Harmonies;</div> - <div class="i2">Physicians hold that they Complexions be:</div> - <div class="i2">Epicures make them Swarms of Atomies,</div> - <div class="i2">Which do, by change, into our bodies flee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Some think one General Soul fills every brain,</div> - <div class="i2">As the bright sun sheds light in every star;</div> - <div class="i2">And others think the name of Soul is vain,</div> - <div class="i2">And that We, only Well-mixed Bodies are.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In judgement of her Substance, thus they vary;</div> - <div class="i2">And thus they vary in judgement of her Seat;</div> - <div class="i2">For some, her chair up to the Brain do carry,</div> - <div class="i2">Some thrust it down into the Stomach's heat!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Some place it in the root of life, the Heart;</div> - <div class="i2">Some, in the Liver, fountain of the veins;</div> - <div class="i2">Some say, "She is all in all, and all in part!"</div> - <div class="i2">Some say, "She is not contained, but all contains!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus these great Clerks their little wisdom show,</div> - <div class="i2">While with their doctrines, they at hazard play;</div> - <div class="i2">Tossing their light opinions to and fro,</div> - <div class="i2">To mock the lewd; as learned in this, as they!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For no crazed brain could ever yet propound,</div> - <div class="i2">Touching the Soul, so vain and fond a thought;</div> - <div class="i2">But some among these Masters, have been found,</div> - <div class="i2">Which in their Schools, the selfsame thing have taught.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">GOD, only-Wise! to punish Pride of Wit,</div> - <div class="i2">Among men's wits hath this confusion wrought!</div> - <div class="i2">As the proud Tower, whose points the clouds did hit,</div> - <div class="i2">By Tongues' Confusion, was to ruin brought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But, Thou! which didst Man's Soul, of nothing make!</div> - <div class="i2">And when to nothing, it was fallen again;</div> - <div class="i2">To make it new, the Form of Man didst take,</div> - <div class="i2">And, GOD with GOD, becam'st a Man with men!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou! that hast fashioned twice, this Soul of ours,</div> - <div class="i2">So that She is, by double title, Thine;</div> - <div class="i2">Thou, only, knowest her nature and her powers,</div> - <div class="i2">Her subtle form, Thou, only, canst define!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To judge herself, She must herself transcend,</div> - <div class="i2">As greater circles comprehend the less:</div> - <div class="i2">But She wants power, her own powers to extend,</div> - <div class="i2">As fettered men cannot their strength express.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But Thou, bright morning Star! Thou, rising Sun!</div> - <div class="i2">Which, in these later times, has brought to light</div> - <div class="i2">Those mysteries, that, since the world began,</div> - <div class="i2">Lay hid in darkness and eternal night!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou, like the sun, doth with indifferent ray,</div> - <div class="i2">Into the palace and the cottage shine!</div> - <div class="i2">And showest the Soul, both to the Clerk and Lay,</div> - <div class="i2">By the clear Lamp of thy Oracle Divine!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This Lamp, through all the regions of my brain,</div> - <div class="i2">Where my Soul sits, doth spread such beams of grace,</div> - <div class="i2">As now, methinks! I do distinguish plain</div> - <div class="i2">Each subtle line of her immortal face.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i054_dec.jpg" width="40" height="36" alt="" /> -</div> -<div class="sidenote">What the Soul is?</div> - <div class="i0">The Soul, a Substance and a Spirit is,</div> - <div class="i2">Which GOD Himself doth in the body make,</div> - <div class="i2">Which makes the Man; for every man, from this,</div> - <div class="i2">The Nature of a man and Name doth take.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though the Spirit be to the Body knit,</div> - <div class="i2">As an apt meane her powers to exercise;</div> - <div class="i2">Which are Life, Motion, Sense, and Will, and Wit:</div> - <div class="i2">Yet she survives, although the Body dies.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul is a thing subsisting by itself, -without the Body.</div> - <div class="i0">She is a Substance, and a real thing,</div> - <div class="i2">1. Which hath, itself, an actual working Might,</div> - <div class="i2">2. Which neither from the Sense's power doth spring,</div> - <div class="i2">3. Nor from the Body's humours tempered right.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She is a Vine, which doth no propping need,</div> - <div class="i2">To make her spread herself, or spring upright;</div> - <div class="i2">She is a Star, whose beams do not proceed</div> - <div class="i2">From any sun, but from a native light.</div> - </div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul hath a proper -operation, without the Body.</div> - <div class="i0">For when She sorts things present with the past,</div> - <div class="i2">And thereby things to come doth oft foresee;</div> - <div class="i2">When She doth doubt at first, and choose at last:</div> - <div class="i2">These acts her own, without the Body, be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When of the dew, which the Eye and Ear do take,</div> - <div class="i2">From flowers abroad, and bring into the brain;</div> - <div class="i2">She doth, within, both wax and honey make:</div> - <div class="i2">This work is hers, this is her proper pain!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When She from sundry acts, one Skill doth draw;</div> - <div class="i2">Gathering from divers fights, one Art of War;</div> - <div class="i2">From many Cases like, one Rule of Law:</div> - <div class="i2">These, her collections, not the Sense's, are.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> - <div class="i0">When in th'Effects, She doth the Causes know;</div> - <div class="i2">And seeing the stream, thinks where the spring doth rise;</div> - <div class="i2">And seeing the branch, conceives the root below:</div> - <div class="i2">These things She views, without the Body's eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When She, without a Pegasus, doth fly</div> - <div class="i2">Swifter than lightning's fire, from East to West;</div> - <div class="i2">About the Centre, and above the Sky:</div> - <div class="i2">She travels then, although the Body rest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When all her works She formeth first within;</div> - <div class="i2">Proportions them, and sees their perfect end,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere She in act, doth any part begin:</div> - <div class="i2">What instruments doth then, the Body lend?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When without hands, She thus doth castles build;</div> - <div class="i2">Sees without eyes, and without feet doth run;</div> - <div class="i2">When She digests the world, yet is not filled:</div> - <div class="i2">By her own power, these miracles are done.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When She defines, argues, divides, compounds;</div> - <div class="i2">Considers Virtue, Vice, and General Things;</div> - <div class="i2">And marrying diverse principles and grounds,</div> - <div class="i2">Out of their match, a true conclusion brings:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These actions, in her closet, all alone,</div> - <div class="i2">(Retired within herself) She doth fulfil;</div> - <div class="i2">Use of her Body's organs, She hath none,</div> - <div class="i2">When She doth use the powers of Wit and Will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet in the Body's prison, so She lies,</div> - <div class="i2">As through the Body's windows She must look,</div> - <div class="i2">Her divers powers of Sense to exercise,</div> - <div class="i2">By gathering notes out of the world's great book.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor can herself discourse, or judge of ought,</div> - <div class="i2">But what the Sense collects, and home doth bring,</div> - <div class="i2">And yet the Power of her discoursing Thought,</div> - <div class="i2">From these Collections, is a diverse thing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For though our eyes can nought but colours see,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet colours give them not their Power of Sight;</div> - <div class="i2">So, though these fruits of Sense, her objects be,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet She discerns them by her proper light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The workman on his stuff, his skill doth shew,</div> - <div class="i2">And yet the stuff gives not the man his skill;</div> - <div class="i2">Kings, their affairs, do, by their servants know,</div> - <div class="i2">But order them by their own royal will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So though this cunning Mistress, and this Queen</div> - <div class="i2">Doth, as her instruments, the Senses use,</div> - <div class="i2">To know all things that are Felt, Heard, or Seen;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet She herself doth only Judge and Choose:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even as our great wise Empress (that now reigns</div> - <div class="i2">By sovereign title over sundry lands)</div> - <div class="i2">Borrows, in mean affairs, her subjects' pains,</div> - <div class="i2">Sees by their eyes, and writeth by their hands:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But things of weight and consequence indeed,</div> - <div class="i2">Herself doth in her chamber them debate;</div> - <div class="i2">Where, all her Councillors she doth exceed</div> - <div class="i2">As far in judgement, as she doth in State.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or as the man, whom she doth now advance,</div> - <div class="i2">Upon her gracious Mercy Seat to sit,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth common things, of course and circumstance,</div> - <div class="i2">To the Reports of common men commit:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But when the Cause itself must be decreed,</div> - <div class="i2">Himself in person, in his proper Court,</div> - <div class="i2">To grave and solemn hearing doth proceed,</div> - <div class="i2">Of every proof, and every by-report.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then, like God's angel, he pronounceth right,</div> - <div class="i2">And milk and honey from his tongue do flow:</div> - <div class="i2">Happy are they, that still are in his sight,</div> - <div class="i2">To reap the wisdom, which his lips do sow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Right so, the Soul, which is a Lady free,</div> - <div class="i2">And doth the justice of her State maintain;</div> - <div class="i2">Because the Senses, ready servants be,</div> - <div class="i2">Attending nigh about her Court, the Brain;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">By them, the forms of outward things She learns,</div> - <div class="i2">For they return unto the Fantasy,</div> - <div class="i2">Whatever each of them abroad discerns;</div> - <div class="i2">And there enrol it for the Mind to see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But when She sits to judge the good and ill,</div> - <div class="i2">And to discern betwixt the false and true;</div> - <div class="i2">She is not guided by the Senses' skill,</div> - <div class="i2">But doth each thing in her own mirror view.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then She the Senses checks! which oft do err,</div> - <div class="i2">And even against their false reports, decrees;</div> - <div class="i2">And oft She doth condemn, what they prefer,</div> - <div class="i2">For with a power above the Sense, She sees:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Therefore, no Sense, the precious joys conceives,</div> - <div class="i2">Which in her private contemplations be;</div> - <div class="i2">For then, the ravished Spirit, the Senses leaves,</div> - <div class="i2">Hath her own powers, and proper actions free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her harmonies are sweet and full of skill,</div> - <div class="i2">When on the Body's instrument She plays:</div> - <div class="i2">But the proportions of the Wit and Will,</div> - <div class="i2">Those sweet accords are even the angels' lays.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These tunes of Reason are <span class="smcap">Amphion</span>'s lyre,</div> - <div class="i2">Wherewith he did the Theban city found;</div> - <div class="i2">These are the notes, wherewith the heavenly Quire,</div> - <div class="i2">The praise of Him, which spreads the heaven, doth sound.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then her self-being nature shines in this,</div> - <div class="i2">That She performs her noblest works alone!</div> - <div class="i2">"The work, the touchstone of the nature is!"</div> - <div class="i2">And "by their operations, things are known!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">2. That the Soul is more than a perfection or -reflection of the Sense.</div> - <div class="i0">Are they not senseless then! that think the Soul</div> - <div class="i2">Nought but a fine perfection of the Sense,</div> - <div class="i2">Or of the forms which Fancy doth enrol,</div> - <div class="i2">A quick Resulting, and a Consequence?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What is it, then, that doth the Sense accuse,</div> - <div class="i2">Both of false judgements, and fond appetites?</div> - <div class="i2">Which makes us do, what Sense doth most refuse?</div> - <div class="i2">Which oft, in torment of the Sense delights?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sense thinks the planets' spheres not much asunder;</div> - <div class="i2">What tells us, then, their distance is so far?</div> - <div class="i2">Sense thinks the lightning born before the thunder,</div> - <div class="i2">What tells us, then, they both together are?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When men seem crows, far off upon a tower;</div> - <div class="i2">Sense saith, "They are crows!" What makes us think them men?</div> - <div class="i2">When we, in agues, think all sweet things sour;</div> - <div class="i2">What makes us know our tongue's false judgements then?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What power was that, whereby <span class="smcap">Medea</span> saw,</div> - <div class="i2">And well approved and praised the better course,</div> - <div class="i2">When her rebellious Sense did so withdraw</div> - <div class="i2">Her feeble powers, as she pursued the worst?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Did Sense persuade <span class="smcap">Ulysses</span> not to hear</div> - <div class="i2">The Mermaid's songs? which so his men did please,</div> - <div class="i2">As they were all persuaded through the ear,</div> - <div class="i2">To quit the ship, and leap into the seas.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Could any power of Sense the Roman move,</div> - <div class="i2">To burn his own right hand, with courage stout?</div> - <div class="i2">Could Sense make <span class="smcap">Marius</span> sit unbound, and prove</div> - <div class="i2">The cruel lancing of the knotty gout?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Doubtless in Man, there is a Nature found</div> - <div class="i2">Beside the senses, and above them far;</div> - <div class="i2">Though "most men being in sensual pleasures drowned,</div> - <div class="i2">It seems their souls but in their senses are."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> - <div class="i0">If we had nought but sense, then only they</div> - <div class="i2">Should have sound minds, which have their senses sound;</div> - <div class="i2">But Wisdom grows, when senses do decay,</div> - <div class="i2">And Folly most, in quickest sense is found.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If we had nought but Sense, each living wight,</div> - <div class="i2">Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we;</div> - <div class="i2">As having Sense's apprehensive might</div> - <div class="i2">In a more clear and excellent degree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But they do want that quick discoursing Power,</div> - <div class="i2">Which doth, in us, the erring Sense correct:</div> - <div class="i2">Therefore the bee did suck the painted flower,</div> - <div class="i2">And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peckt.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sense, outsides knows! the Soul, through all things sees,</div> - <div class="i2">Sense, circumstance! She doth, the substance view;</div> - <div class="i2">Sense sees the bark! but She, the life of trees;</div> - <div class="i2">Sense hears the sounds! but She, the concords true.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But why do I the Soul and Sense divide?</div> - <div class="i2">When Sense is but a power, which She extends,</div> - <div class="i2">Which being in divers parts diversified,</div> - <div class="i2">The divers Forms of objects apprehends?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This power spreads outward; but the root doth grow</div> - <div class="i2">In th'inward Soul, which only doth perceive;</div> - <div class="i2">For the Eyes and Ears, no more their objects know,</div> - <div class="i2">Than glasses know what faces they receive.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For if we chance to fix our thoughts elsewhere;</div> - <div class="i2">Although our eyes be ope, we do not see,</div> - <div class="i2">And if one Power did not both see and hear,</div> - <div class="i2">Our sights and sounds would always double be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then is the Soul a Nature which contains</div> - <div class="i2">The power of Sense within a greater power;</div> - <div class="i2">Which doth employ and use the senses' pains,</div> - <div class="i2">But sits and rules within her private bower.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">3. That the Soul is more than the Temperature of -the Humours of the body.</div> - <div class="i0">If She doth then the subtle Sense excel,</div> - <div class="i2">How gross are they, that drown her in the blood!</div> - <div class="i2">Or in the Body's humours tempered well,</div> - <div class="i2">As if in them, such high perfection stood.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As if most skill in that musician were,</div> - <div class="i2">Which had the best and best-tuned instrument;</div> - <div class="i2">As if the pencil neat, and colours clear</div> - <div class="i2">Had power to make the painter excellent</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Why doth not Beauty then refine the Wit?</div> - <div class="i2">And good Complexion rectify the Will?</div> - <div class="i2">Why doth not Health bring Wisdom still with it?</div> - <div class="i2">Why doth not Sickness make men brutish still?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who can in Memory, or Wit, or Will;</div> - <div class="i2">Or Air! or Fire! or Earth! or Water find!</div> - <div class="i2">What alchemist can draw, with all his skill,</div> - <div class="i2">The Quintessence of these, out of the Mind?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If th'Elements (which have, nor Life, nor Sense)</div> - <div class="i2">Can breed in us so great a power as this!</div> - <div class="i2">Why give they not themselves, like excellence,</div> - <div class="i2">Or other things wherein their mixture is?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If She were but the Body's quality</div> - <div class="i2">Then would She be, with it, sick! maimed! and blind!</div> - <div class="i2">But we perceive, when these privations be,</div> - <div class="i2">A healthy, perfect, and sharp-sighted Mind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If She, the Body's nature did partake,</div> - <div class="i2">Her strength would, with the Body's strength decay;</div> - <div class="i2">But when the Body's strongest sinews slake,</div> - <div class="i2">Then is the Soul most active! quick! and gay!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If She were but the Body's accident,</div> - <div class="i2">And her sole Being did in it subsist</div> - <div class="i2">As white in snow; She might herself absent!</div> - <div class="i2">And in the Body's substance not the mist.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But it on Her, not She on it depends,</div> - <div class="i2">For She the Body doth sustain and cherish.</div> - <div class="i2">Such secret powers of life to it, She lends;</div> - <div class="i2">That when they fail, then doth the Body perish.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Since, then, the Soul works by herself alone,</div> - <div class="i2">Springs not from Sense, nor Humours well agreeing;</div> - <div class="i2">Her nature is peculiar, and her own.</div> - <div class="i2">She is a Substance! and a Perfect Being.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul is a Spirit.</div> - <div class="i0">But though this Substance be the root of Sense,</div> - <div class="i2">Sense knows her not! (which doth but bodies know)</div> - <div class="i2">She is a Spirit, and a heavenly influence;</div> - <div class="i2">Which from the fountain of GOD's Spirit doth flow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She is a Spirit; yet not like air, or wind,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor like the spirits about the heart or brain,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor like those spirits which alchemists do find,</div> - <div class="i2">When they, in everything, seek gold, <em>in vain</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For She, all natures under heaven doth pass;</div> - <div class="i2">Being like those spirits, which GOD's bright face do see,</div> - <div class="i2">Or like Himself! whose Image once She was,</div> - <div class="i2">Though now, alas, She scarce his Shadow be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet of the forms, She holds the first degree,</div> - <div class="i2">That are to gross material bodies knit;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet She herself is bodiless and free,</div> - <div class="i2">And, though confined, is almost infinite.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">That it cannot be a Body.</div> - <div class="i0">Were She a Body, how could She remain</div> - <div class="i2">Within this body, which is less than She?</div> - <div class="i2">Or how could She, the world's great shape contain;</div> - <div class="i2">And in our narrow breasts contained be?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All bodies are confined within some place;</div> - <div class="i2">But She all place within herself confines;</div> - <div class="i2">All bodies have their measure and their space;</div> - <div class="i2">But who can draw the Soul's dimensive lines?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> - <div class="i0">No Body can, at once, two forms admit,</div> - <div class="i2">Except the one, the other do deface;</div> - <div class="i2">But in the Soul, ten thousand forms do sit,</div> - <div class="i2">And none intrudes into her neighbour's place.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All bodies are, with other bodies filled,</div> - <div class="i2">But She receives both heaven and earth together,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor are their Forms, by rash encounter, spilled,</div> - <div class="i2">For there they stand, and neither toucheth either.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor can her wide embracements fillèd be;</div> - <div class="i2">For they that most and greatest things embrace,</div> - <div class="i2">Enlarge thereby their mind's capacity,</div> - <div class="i2">As streams enlarged, enlarge the channel's space.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All things received, do such proportion take,</div> - <div class="i2">As those things have, wherein they are received:</div> - <div class="i2">So little glasses, little faces make;</div> - <div class="i2">And narrow webs, on narrow frames be weaved:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then, what vast body must we make the Mind?</div> - <div class="i2">Wherein are men, beasts, trees, towns, seas, and lands,</div> - <div class="i2">And yet each thing a proper place doth find,</div> - <div class="i2">And each thing in the true proportion stands.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Doubtless, this could not be, but that She turns</div> - <div class="i2">Bodies to Spirits, by sublimation strange;</div> - <div class="i2">As fire converts to fire, the things it burns;</div> - <div class="i2">As we, our meats into our nature change.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">From their gross Matter, she abstracts the Forms,</div> - <div class="i2">And draws a kind of Quintessence from things,</div> - <div class="i2">Which to her proper nature, She transforms,</div> - <div class="i2">To bear them light on her celestial wings.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This doth She, when from things particular,</div> - <div class="i2">She doth abstract the universal kinds,</div> - <div class="i2">Which bodiless and immaterial are,</div> - <div class="i2">And can be lodged but only in our minds.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And thus, from divers accidents and acts,</div> - <div class="i2">Which do within her observation fall;</div> - <div class="i2">She, goddesses and Powers Divine abstracts,</div> - <div class="i2">As Nature, Fortune, and the Virtues all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Again, how can She, several bodies know,</div> - <div class="i2">If in herself a body's form She bears?</div> - <div class="i2">How can a mirror sundry faces show,</div> - <div class="i2">If from all shapes and forms it be not clear?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor could we by our eyes, all colours learn,</div> - <div class="i2">Except our eyes were, of all colours void,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor sundry tastes can any tongue discern,</div> - <div class="i2">Which is with gross and bitter humours cloyed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor may a man, of Passions judge aright,</div> - <div class="i2">Except his mind be from all Passions free;</div> - <div class="i2">Nor can a Judge, his office well acquite,</div> - <div class="i2">If he possest of either party be!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If, lastly, this quick power a Body were,</div> - <div class="i2">Were it as swift, as is the wind or fire,</div> - <div class="i2">(Whose atomies do, th' one down sideways bear,</div> - <div class="i2">And make the other, in pyramids aspire);</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her nimble body, yet in <em>time</em> must move,</div> - <div class="i2">And not in instants through all places slide:</div> - <div class="i2">But She is nigh! and far! beneath! above!</div> - <div class="i2">In point of time which thought can not divide.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She's sent as soon to China, as to Spain,</div> - <div class="i2">And thence returns, as soon as She is sent,</div> - <div class="i2">She measures with one time and with one pain,</div> - <div class="i2">An ell of silk, and heaven's wide-spreading tent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As then, the Soul a Substance hath alone</div> - <div class="i2">Besides the Body, in which She is confined;</div> - <div class="i2">So hath She <em>not</em> a body of her own,</div> - <div class="i2">But is a Spirit and immaterial Mind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul is created immediately by -God.—<cite>Zach</cite>, xii. x.</div> - <div class="i0">Since Body and Soul have such diversities;</div> - <div class="i2">Well, might we muse, how first their match began,</div> - <div class="i2">But that we learn, that He, that spread the skies</div> - <div class="i2">And fixed the earth, first formed the Soul in Man.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This true <span class="smcap">Prometheus</span>, first, made man of earth,</div> - <div class="i2">And shed in him a beam of heavenly fire:</div> - <div class="i2">Now, in their mother's womb, before their birth,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth in all sons of men, their souls inspire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as <span class="smcap">Minerva</span> is, in fables, said,</div> - <div class="i2">From <span class="smcap">Jove</span>, without a mother, to proceed;</div> - <div class="i2">So our true <span class="smcap">Jove</span>, without a mother's aid,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth, daily, millions of <span class="smcap">Minervas</span> breed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Erroneous opinions of the creation of souls.</div> - <div class="i0">Then neither, from Eternity before,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor from the time, when time's first point began;</div> - <div class="i2">Made He all souls! which now He keeps in store,</div> - <div class="i2">Some in the moon, and others in the sun:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor in the secret cloister doth He keep,</div> - <div class="i2">These virgin spirits until their marriage day,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor locks them up in chambers, where they sleep,</div> - <div class="i2">Till they awake within these beds of clay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor did He first a certain number make,</div> - <div class="i2">Infusing part in beasts, and part in men,</div> - <div class="i2">And as unwilling farther pains to take,</div> - <div class="i2">Would make no more, than those He framèd then.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So that the widow Soul, her Body dying,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto the next born Body married was;</div> - <div class="i2">And so by often changing and supplying,</div> - <div class="i2">Men's souls to beasts, and beasts' to men did pass.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">(These thoughts are fond! for since the bodies born</div> - <div class="i2">Be more in number far than those that die;</div> - <div class="i2">Thousands must be abortive, and forlorn,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere others' deaths, to them their souls supply.)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But as GOD's handmaid, Nature, doth create</div> - <div class="i2">Bodies, in time distinct and order due;</div> - <div class="i2">So GOD gives souls the like successive date,</div> - <div class="i2">Which Himself makes in bodies formèd new.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which Himself makes, of no material things,</div> - <div class="i2">For unto angels, He no power hath given,</div> - <div class="i2">Either to form the shape, or stuff to bring,</div> - <div class="i2">From air, or Fire, or substance of the heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul is not traduced from the -parents.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor He, in this, doth Nature's service use,</div> - <div class="i2">For though from bodies she can bodies bring;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet could she never, souls from souls traduce,</div> - <div class="i2">As fire from fire, or light from light doth spring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Alas! that some that were great lights of old,</div> - <div class="i2">And in their hands the Lamp of GOD did bear,</div> - <div class="i2">Some reverend Fathers did this error hold,</div> - <div class="i2">Having their eyes dimmed with religious fear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"For when," say they, "by rule of faith we find,</div> - <div class="i2">That every soul unto her body knit,</div> - <div class="i2">Brings from the mother's womb, the Sin of Kind,</div> - <div class="i2">The root of all the ill She doth commit."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"How can we say, that GOD, the Soul doth make,</div> - <div class="i2">But we must make Him author of her sin;</div> - <div class="i2">Then from man's soul, She doth beginning take,</div> - <div class="i2">Since in man's soul, corruption did begin."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"For if GOD make her, first he makes her ill,</div> - <div class="i2">(Which GOD forbid! our thoughts should yield unto)</div> - <div class="i2">Or makes the body, her fair form to spill;</div> - <div class="i2">Which, of itself, it hath no power to do."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Not Adam's Body, but his Soul did sin,</div> - <div class="i2">And so herself unto corruption brought:</div> - <div class="i2">But our poor Soul corrupted is within,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere She hath sinned, either in act or thought";</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"And yet we see in her such powers divine,</div> - <div class="i2">As we could gladly think, from GOD she came;</div> - <div class="i2">Fain would we make Him author of the wine,</div> - <div class="i2">If for the dregs, we could some other blame."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The Answer to the Objection.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus these good men, with holy zeal were blind,</div> - <div class="i2">When on the other part the truth did shine,</div> - <div class="i2">Whereof we do clear demonstrations find,</div> - <div class="i2">By light of Nature, and by light Divine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">None are so gross, as to contend for this,</div> - <div class="i2">That Souls from Bodies may traducèd be;</div> - <div class="i2">Between whose natures no proportion is,</div> - <div class="i2">When root and branch in nature still agree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But many subtle wits have justified</div> - <div class="i2">That Souls from Souls, spiritually may spring;</div> - <div class="i2">Which (if the nature of the Soul be tried)</div> - <div class="i2">Will even, in Nature, prove as gross a thing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Reasons derived from Nature.</div> - <div class="i0">For all things made, are either made of nought,</div> - <div class="i2">Or made of stuff that ready made doth stand:</div> - <div class="i2">Of nought, no creature ever formed ought,</div> - <div class="i2">For that is proper to th'Almighty's hand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If then the Soul, another soul do make;</div> - <div class="i2">Because her power is kept within a bound,</div> - <div class="i2">She must some former stuff or matter take;</div> - <div class="i2">But in the Soul, there is no matter found.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then if her heavenly Form do not agree,</div> - <div class="i2">With any matter which the world contains;</div> - <div class="i2">Then She of nothing must created be,</div> - <div class="i2">And to Create, to GOD alone, pertains!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Again, if Souls do other Souls beget,</div> - <div class="i2">'Tis by themselves, or by the Body's power!</div> - <div class="i2">If by themselves! what doth their working let,</div> - <div class="i2">But they might Souls engender every hour?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> - <div class="i0">If by the Body! how can Wit and Will,</div> - <div class="i2">Join with the body, only in this act?</div> - <div class="i2">Since when they do their other works fulfil,</div> - <div class="i2">They from the Body, do themselves abstract!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Again, if Souls, of Souls begotten were,</div> - <div class="i2">Into each other they should change and move;</div> - <div class="i2">And Change and Motion still corruption bear;</div> - <div class="i2">How shall we then, the Soul immortal prove?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If, lastly, Souls did generation use,</div> - <div class="i2">Then should they spread incorruptible seed:</div> - <div class="i2">What then becomes of that which they to lose,</div> - <div class="i2">When the acts of generation do not speed?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though the Soul <em>could</em> cast spiritual seed,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet <em>would</em> She not, because She never dies;</div> - <div class="i2">For mortal things desire, their like to breed;</div> - <div class="i2">That so they may their kind immortalise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Therefore the angels, Sons of God are named,</div> - <div class="i2">And marry not, nor are in marriage given;</div> - <div class="i2">Their spirits and ours are of one Substance framed,</div> - <div class="i2">And have one Father, even the Lord of heaven:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who would at first, that in each other thing,</div> - <div class="i2">The earth and water, living souls should breed;</div> - <div class="i2">But that Man's Soul (whom He would make their king)</div> - <div class="i2">Should from Himself immediately proceed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when He took the woman from man's side,</div> - <div class="i2">Doubtless Himself inspired her soul alone;</div> - <div class="i2">For 'tis not said, he did, Man's <em>soul</em> divide,</div> - <div class="i2">But took <em>flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lastly, GOD, being made Man, for man's own sake,</div> - <div class="i2">And being like man in all, except in sin:</div> - <div class="i2">His Body, from the Virgin's womb did take;</div> - <div class="i2">But all agree, <em>GOD formed His soul within</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then is the Soul from God? So Pagans say,</div> - <div class="i2">Which saw by Nature's light, her heavenly kind,</div> - <div class="i2">Naming her "Kin to God!" and "GOD's bright ray,"</div> - <div class="i2">"A citizen of heaven, to earth confined!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But now I feel they pluck me by the ear,</div> - <div class="i2">(Whom my young Muse so boldly termed blind)</div> - <div class="i2">And crave more heavenly light; that cloud to clear,</div> - <div class="i2">Which makes them think GOD doth not make the Mind!</div> - </div> -<div class="stanza"> <div class="sidenote">Reasons drawn from -divinity.</div> - <div class="i0">GOD doubtless makes her! and doth make her good!</div> - <div class="i2">And grafts her in a Body, there to spring;</div> - <div class="i2">Which though it be corrupted, flesh and blood,</div> - <div class="i2">Can no way to the Soul, corruption bring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet this Soul (made good by GOD at first,</div> - <div class="i2">And not corrupted by the Body's ill)</div> - <div class="i2">Even in the womb, is sinful and accurst,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere she can judge by Wit, or choose by Will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet is not GOD, the author of her Sin;</div> - <div class="i2">Though author of her Being, and being there;</div> - <div class="i2">And if we dare to judge our Judge therein;</div> - <div class="i2">He can condemn us, and Himself can clear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">First, GOD, from infinite eternity</div> - <div class="i2">Decreed what hath been, is, or shall be done;</div> - <div class="i2">And was resolved that every man should Be</div> - <div class="i2">And, in his turn, his race of life should run.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And so did purpose all the souls to make,</div> - <div class="i2">That ever have been made, or ever shall;</div> - <div class="i2">And that their Being, they should only take</div> - <div class="i2">In human bodies, or not Be at all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Was it then fit, that such a weak event</div> - <div class="i2">(Weakness, itself! the sin and fall of Man)</div> - <div class="i2">His counsel's execution should prevent?</div> - <div class="i2">Decreed and fixed before the world began.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Or that one penal law, by <span class="smcap">Adam</span> broke,</div> - <div class="i2">Should make GOD break His own eternal law;</div> - <div class="i2">The settled order of the world revoke,</div> - <div class="i2">And change all forms of things, which He foresaw.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Could <span class="smcap">Eve's</span> weak hand, extended to the tree,</div> - <div class="i2">In sunder rent that Adamantine Chain,</div> - <div class="i2">Whose golden links, Effects and Causes be;</div> - <div class="i2">And which to GOD's own chair, doth fixt remain?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O could we see! how Cause from Cause doth spring!</div> - <div class="i2">How mutually they linked and folded are!</div> - <div class="i2">And hear how oft one disagreeing string,</div> - <div class="i2">The harmony doth rather make, than mar!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And view at once, how Death by sin is brought!</div> - <div class="i2">And how from Death a better Life doth rise;</div> - <div class="i2">How this, GOD's Justice and his Mercy taught;</div> - <div class="i2">We, this decree, would praise, as right and wise!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But we (that measure times, by First and Last)</div> - <div class="i2">The sight of things successively do take;</div> - <div class="i2">When GOD, on all at once, His view doth cast;</div> - <div class="i2">And of all times, doth but one instant make.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All in Himself, as in a glass, He sees,</div> - <div class="i2">And from Him, by Him, through Him, all things be;</div> - <div class="i2">His sight is not discursive, by degrees;</div> - <div class="i2">But seeing the whole, each single part doth see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He looks on <span class="smcap">Adam</span>, as a root, or well,</div> - <div class="i2">And on his heirs, as branches, and as streams;</div> - <div class="i2">He sees all men as one man! though they dwell</div> - <div class="i2">In sundry cities, and in sundry realms.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as the root and branch are but one tree,</div> - <div class="i2">And well and stream do but one river make;</div> - <div class="i2">So, if the root and well corrupted be;</div> - <div class="i2">The stream and branch the same corruption take</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> - <div class="i0">So when the root and fountain of Mankind;</div> - <div class="i2">Did draw corruption, and GOD's curse by sin:</div> - <div class="i2">This was a charge that all his heirs did bind;</div> - <div class="i2">And all his offspring grew corrupt therein!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as when th' hand doth strike, the man offends,</div> - <div class="i2">(For part from whole, Law severs not in this!)</div> - <div class="i2">So <span class="smcap">Adam's</span> sin to the whole Kind extends,</div> - <div class="i2">For all their natures are but part of his.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Therefore, this sin, of Kind, not personal;</div> - <div class="i2">But real, and hereditary was:</div> - <div class="i2">The guilt whereof, and punishment to all,</div> - <div class="i2">By Course of Nature, and of Law doth pass.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For as that easy law was given to all!</div> - <div class="i2">To ancestor and heir! to first and last!</div> - <div class="i2">So was the first transgression general;</div> - <div class="i2">And All did pluck the fruit! and All did taste!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Of this, we find some footsteps in our Law,</div> - <div class="i2">Which doth her root from GOD and Nature take.</div> - <div class="i2">Ten thousand men she doth together draw,</div> - <div class="i2">And of them all, one Corporation make!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet these and their successors are but One;</div> - <div class="i2">And if they gain or lose their liberties;</div> - <div class="i2">They harm or profit not themselves alone,</div> - <div class="i2">But such, as in succeeding time, shall rise!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And so the ancestor and all his heirs,</div> - <div class="i2">(Though they in number pass the stars of heaven)</div> - <div class="i2">Are still but One! His forfeitures are theirs!</div> - <div class="i2">And unto them, are his advancements given!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His civil acts to bind and bar them all!</div> - <div class="i2">And as from <span class="smcap">Adam</span>, all corruption take;</div> - <div class="i2">So if the father's crime be capital;</div> - <div class="i2">In all the blood, Law doth <em>corruption</em> make!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Is it, then, just with us, to disinherit</div> - <div class="i2">The unborn nephews, for the father's fault?</div> - <div class="i2">And to advance again, for one man's merit,</div> - <div class="i2">A thousand heirs that have deserved nought?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And is not GOD's decree as just as ours,</div> - <div class="i2">If He, for <span class="smcap">Adam's</span> sins, his sons deprive</div> - <div class="i2">Of all those native virtues, and those powers;</div> - <div class="i2">Which He to him, and to his race did give?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For what is this contagious Sin of Kind,</div> - <div class="i2">But a privation of that grace within,</div> - <div class="i2">And of that great rich dowry of the mind;</div> - <div class="i2">Which all had had, but for the first man's sin?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If then a man, on light conditions, gain</div> - <div class="i2">A great estate, to him and his, for ever;</div> - <div class="i2">If wilfully, he forfeit it again:</div> - <div class="i2">Who doth bemoan his heir? or blame the giver?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So, though GOD make the Soul good, rich, and fair;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet when her form is to the Body knit,</div> - <div class="i2">Which makes the Man: which Man is <span class="smcap">Adam's</span> heir;</div> - <div class="i2">Justly, forthwith, he takes his grace from it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And then the Soul, being first from nothing brought,</div> - <div class="i2">When GOD's grace fails her, doth to nothing fall;</div> - <div class="i2">And this <em>declining Proneness unto nought</em>,</div> - <div class="i2">Is even that Sin, that we are born withal.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet not, alone, the first good qualities,</div> - <div class="i2">Which in the first Soul were, deprivèd are;</div> - <div class="i2">But in their place the contrary do rise,</div> - <div class="i2">And real spots of sin, her beauty mar.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor is it strange that <span class="smcap">Adam's</span> ill desert,</div> - <div class="i2">Should be transferred unto his guilty race;</div> - <div class="i2">When <span class="smcap">Christ</span>, His grace and justice doth impart</div> - <div class="i2">To men unjust! and such as have no grace!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Lastly, the Soul were better so to be</div> - <div class="i2">Born slave to sin, than not to Be at all!</div> - <div class="i2">Since, if She do believe, One sets her free,</div> - <div class="i2">That makes her mount the higher, from her fall.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet this, the curious Wits will not content!</div> - <div class="i2">They yet will know (since GOD foresaw this Ill)</div> - <div class="i2">Why His high providence did not prevent</div> - <div class="i2">The declination of the first Man's will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If by His word, He had the current stayed,</div> - <div class="i2">Of Adam's will, which was by nature free;</div> - <div class="i2">It had been one as if His word had said,</div> - <div class="i2">"I will, henceforth, that man, no Man shall be!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For what is Man, without a moving Mind;</div> - <div class="i2">Which hath a judging Wit, and choosing Will?</div> - <div class="i2">Now, if GOD's power should her election bind;</div> - <div class="i2">Her motions then would cease, and stand all still.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And why did GOD in Man this Soul infuse;</div> - <div class="i2">But that he should his Maker know and love?</div> - <div class="i2">Now if love be compelled, and cannot choose;</div> - <div class="i2">How can it grateful, or thankworthy prove?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Love must free hearted be, and voluntary,</div> - <div class="i2">And not enchanted, or by Fate constrained:</div> - <div class="i2">Not like that love, which did <span class="smcap">Ulysses</span> carry</div> - <div class="i2">To <span class="smcap">Circe's</span> isle, with mighty charms enchained</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Besides! Were we unchangeable in Will,</div> - <div class="i2">And of a Wit, that nothing could misdeem;</div> - <div class="i2">Equal to GOD (whose wisdom shineth still,</div> - <div class="i2">And never errs) we might ourselves esteem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So that if Man would be unvariable;</div> - <div class="i2">He must be GOD! or like a rock, or tree!</div> - <div class="i2">For even the perfect angels were not stable;</div> - <div class="i2">But had a fall, more desperate than we.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then let us praise that Power, which makes us be</div> - <div class="i2">Men, as we are! and rest contented so!</div> - <div class="i2">And knowing man's fall was Curiosity,</div> - <div class="i2">Admire GOD's counsels! which we cannot know.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And let us know that GOD, the Maker is</div> - <div class="i2">Of all the Souls, in all the men that be:</div> - <div class="i2">Yet their corruption is no fault of His;</div> - <div class="i2">But the first man's, that broke GOD's first decree</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Why the Soul is united to the Body.</div> - <div class="i0">This Substance, and this Spirit, of God's own making,</div> - <div class="i2">Is in the Body placed, and planted there:</div> - <div class="i2">That both of GOD, and of the world partaking;</div> - <div class="i2">Of all that is, Man might the Image bear!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">GOD, first, made Angels! bodiless pure minds!</div> - <div class="i2">Then, other things, which mindless bodies be.</div> - <div class="i2">Last, He made Man, the Horizon 'twixt both kinds,</div> - <div class="i2">In whom, we do the World's Abridgement see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Besides! This world below did need one wight,</div> - <div class="i2">Which might thereof, distinguish every part;</div> - <div class="i2">Make use thereof, and take therein delight;</div> - <div class="i2">And order things with industry and Art.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which, also, GOD, might (in His works) admire,</div> - <div class="i2">And here, beneath, yield Him both prayer and praise;</div> - <div class="i2">As there, above, the holy Angels' Quire</div> - <div class="i2">Doth spread His glory, with spiritual lays.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lastly, the brute unreasonable wights,</div> - <div class="i2">Did want a Visible King, on them to reign;</div> - <div class="i2">And GOD Himself, thus to the world unites,</div> - <div class="i2">That so the world might endless bliss obtain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">In what manner the Soul is united to the -Body.</div> - <div class="i0">But how shall we this Union well express?</div> - <div class="i2">Nought ties the Soul, her subtility is such:</div> - <div class="i2">She moves the body, which She doth possess;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet no part toucheth, but by virtue's touch!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then dwells She <em>not</em> therein, as in a tent,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor as a pilot, in his ship doth sit,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor as a spider, in her web is pent,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor as the wax retains the print in it:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor as a vessel, water doth contain,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor as one liquor, in another shed,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor as the heat doth in the fire remain,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor as a voice, throughout the air is spread.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But as the fair and cheerful Morning Light</div> - <div class="i2">Doth, here and there, her silver beams impart:</div> - <div class="i2">And, in an instant, doth herself unite</div> - <div class="i2">To the transparent air, in all and part.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Still resting whole, when blows, the air divide,</div> - <div class="i2">Abiding pure, when th'air is most corrupted;</div> - <div class="i2">Throughout the air, her beams dispersing wide;</div> - <div class="i2">And, when the air is tost, not interrupted!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So doth the piercing Soul, the Body fill,</div> - <div class="i2">Being all in all, and all in part diffused?</div> - <div class="i2">Indivisible! incorruptible still!</div> - <div class="i2">Not forced! encountered! troubled! or confused!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as the Sun above, the light doth bring,</div> - <div class="i2">Though we behold it in the air below;</div> - <div class="i2">So from th' Eternal Light, the Soul doth spring,</div> - <div class="i2">Though in the body, She her powers do show.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">How the Soul doth exercise her powers in the -Body.</div> - <div class="i0">But as this world's sun doth effects beget,</div> - <div class="i2">Diverse in divers places, every day,</div> - <div class="i2">Here, Autumn's temperature! there, Summer's heat!</div> - <div class="i2">Here, flowery Spring-tide! and there, Winter grey!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here, Even! there, Morn! here, Noon! there, Day! there, Night!</div> - <div class="i2">Melts wax! dries clay! makes flowers some quick, some dead!</div> - <div class="i2">Makes the Moor black! and th'European, white!</div> - <div class="i2">Th'American tawny! and th'East Indian red!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> - <div class="i0">So in our little world, this Soul of ours,</div> - <div class="i2">Being only One, and to one Body tied,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth use on divers objects, diverse powers,</div> - <div class="i2">And so are her effects diversified.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The Vegetative or Quickening Power.</div> - <div class="i0">Her Quick'ning Power in every living part,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth as a Nurse, or as a Mother serve;</div> - <div class="i2">And doth employ her economic art,</div> - <div class="i2">And busy care, her household to preserve.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here, She attracts! and there, She doth retain,</div> - <div class="i2">There, She decocts, and doth the food prepare,</div> - <div class="i2">There, She distributes it to every vein,</div> - <div class="i2">There, She expels, what She may fitly spare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This power to <span class="smcap">Martha</span>, may compared be,</div> - <div class="i2">Which busy was, the household things to do;</div> - <div class="i2">Or to a Dryas living in a tree,</div> - <div class="i2">For even to trees, this power is proper too.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though the Soul may not this power extend</div> - <div class="i2">Out of the body, but still use it there;</div> - <div class="i2">She hath a Power, which she abroad doth send,</div> - <div class="i2">Which views and searcheth all things everywhere.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The power of Sense.</div> - <div class="i0">This Power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring,</div> - <div class="i2">The Colour, Taste, and Touch, and Scent, and Sound,</div> - <div class="i2">The Quantity, and shape of everything</div> - <div class="i2">Within th'earth's centre or heaven's circle found.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This Power, in parts made fit, fit objects takes,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet not the Things, but Forms of Things receives:</div> - <div class="i2">As when a seal in wax impression makes,</div> - <div class="i2">The print therein, but not itself, it leaves:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though things sensible be numberless,</div> - <div class="i2">But only five the Sense's organs be;</div> - <div class="i2">And in those five, All Things their Forms express,</div> - <div class="i2">Which we can Touch, Taste, Feel, or Hear, or See.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> - <div class="i0">These are the Windows, through the which She views</div> - <div class="i2">The Light of Knowledge, which is Life's Load-star;</div> - <div class="i2">And yet whiles She, these spectacles doth use,</div> - <div class="i2">Oft, worldly things seem greater than they are.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Sight.</div> - <div class="i0">First, the two Eyes, which have the Seeing Power,</div> - <div class="i2">Stand as one Watchman, Spy, or Sentinel,</div> - <div class="i2">Being placed aloft within the head's high Tower</div> - <div class="i2">And though both see, yet both but one thing tell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These Mirrors take into their little space,</div> - <div class="i2">The Forms of moon, and sun, and every star;</div> - <div class="i2">Of every body, and of every place,</div> - <div class="i2">Which, with the world's wide arms, embracèd are.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet their best object, and their noblest use,</div> - <div class="i2">Hereafter in another world will be;</div> - <div class="i2">When GOD in them, shall heavenly light infuse,</div> - <div class="i2">That face to face, they may their Maker see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here are they guides, which do the Body lead,</div> - <div class="i2">Which else would stumble in eternal night:</div> - <div class="i2">Here in this world, they do much knowledge <em>read</em>,</div> - <div class="i2">And are the Casements, which admit most light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They are her farthest-reaching instrument;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet they no beams unto their objects send:</div> - <div class="i2">But all the rays are from their objects sent;</div> - <div class="i2">And in the Eyes, with pointed angles end.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If th'objects be far off, the rays do meet</div> - <div class="i2">In a sharp point, and so things seem but small;</div> - <div class="i2">If they be near, their rays do spread and fleet,</div> - <div class="i2">And make broad points, that things seem great withal.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lastly. Nine things to Sight requirèd are.</div> - <div class="i2">The Power to see! the Light! the Visible thing!</div> - <div class="i2">Being not too small! too thin! too nigh! too far!</div> - <div class="i2">Clear space! and Time, the Form distinct to bring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Thus see we, how the Soul doth use the Eyes,</div> - <div class="i2">As instruments of her quick power of sight;</div> - <div class="i2">Hence do th'Arts Optic, and fair Painting rise.</div> - <div class="i2">Painting, which doth all gentle minds delight!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Hearing.</div> - <div class="i0">Now let us hear, how She the Ears employs:</div> - <div class="i2">Their office is the troubled air to take,</div> - <div class="i2">Which in their mazes, forms a sound or noise;</div> - <div class="i2">Whereof herself doth true distinction make.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These Wickets of the Soul are placed on high,</div> - <div class="i2">Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft;</div> - <div class="i2">And that they may not pierce too violently;</div> - <div class="i2">They are delayed with turns and windings oft.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For should the voice directly strike the brain,</div> - <div class="i2">It would astonish and confuse it much;</div> - <div class="i2">Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain,</div> - <div class="i2">That it, the Organ may more gently touch!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As streams, which, with their winding banks, do play,</div> - <div class="i2">Stopt by their creeks, run softly through the plain;</div> - <div class="i2">So in the Ear's labyrinth, the voice doth stray,</div> - <div class="i2">And doth, with easy motion, touch the brain!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It is the slowest, yet the daintiest Sense!</div> - <div class="i2">For even the ears of such as have no skill,</div> - <div class="i2">Perceive a discord, and conceive offence,</div> - <div class="i2">And knowing not what's good, yet find the ill!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though this Sense, first, gentle Music found;</div> - <div class="i2">Her proper object is the Speech of Man!</div> - <div class="i2">But that speech chiefly which GOD's heralds sound,</div> - <div class="i2">When their tongues utter, what his Spirit did pen.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Our Eyes have lids, our Ears still ope we see!</div> - <div class="i2">Quickly to hear, how every tale is proved;</div> - <div class="i2">Our Eyes still move, our Ears unmoved be!</div> - <div class="i2">That though we hear quick, we be not quickly moved.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Thus by the organs of the Eye and Ear,</div> - <div class="i2">The Soul with knowledge doth herself endue!</div> - <div class="i2">Thus She her prison, may with pleasure bear;</div> - <div class="i2">Having such prospects, all the world to view!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These Conduit Pipes of Knowledge feed the Mind:</div> - <div class="i2">But th'other three attend the Body still;</div> - <div class="i2">For by their services the Soul doth find</div> - <div class="i2">What things are to the Body, good or ill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Taste.</div> - <div class="i0">The Body's life, with meats and air is fed,</div> - <div class="i2">Therefore the Soul doth use the Tasting power!</div> - <div class="i2">In veins, which through the tongue and palate spread,</div> - <div class="i2">Distinguish every relish, sweet and sour.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This is the Body's Nurse! But since Man's wit</div> - <div class="i2">Found th'art of cookery to delight his Sense:</div> - <div class="i2">More bodies are consumed and killed with it!</div> - <div class="i2">Than with the sword, famine, or pestilence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Smell.</div> - <div class="i0">Next, in the nostrils, She doth use the Smell,</div> - <div class="i2">As GOD the breath of life in them did give;</div> - <div class="i2">So makes He, now, His power in them to dwell;</div> - <div class="i2">To judge all airs, whereby we breath and live.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This Sense is also mistress of an Art,</div> - <div class="i2">Which to soft people, sweet perfumes doth sell;</div> - <div class="i2">Though this dear Art doth little good impart,</div> - <div class="i2">Since "they smell best; that do of nothing smell!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet good scents do purify the Brain,</div> - <div class="i2">Awake the Fancy, and the Wits refine.</div> - <div class="i2">Hence Old Devotion, incense did ordain,</div> - <div class="i2">To make men's spirits more apt for thoughts divine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Feeling.</div> - <div class="i0">Lastly, the Feeling power, which is Life's Root,</div> - <div class="i2">Through every living part itself doth shed;</div> - <div class="i2">By sinews, which extend from head to foot,</div> - <div class="i2">And like a net, all o'er the Body spread.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit</div> - <div class="i2">In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;</div> - <div class="i2">If ought do touch the utmost thread of it;</div> - <div class="i2">She feels it, instantly, on every side!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">By touch; the first pure qualities we learn,</div> - <div class="i2">Which quicken all things, Hot, Cold, Moist, and Dry!</div> - <div class="i2">By touch; Hard, Soft, Rough, Smooth, we do discern!</div> - <div class="i2">By touch; sweet Pleasure, and sharp Pain we try!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These are the outward instruments of Sense!</div> - <div class="i2">These are the Guards, which every thing must pass;</div> - <div class="i2">Ere it approach the Mind's intelligence!</div> - <div class="i2">Or touch the Phantasy "Wits Looking Glass!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The Imagination, or Common Sense.</div> - <div class="i0">And yet these Porters which all things admit,</div> - <div class="i2">Themselves perceive not, nor discern the things;</div> - <div class="i2">One Common Power doth in the forehead sit,</div> - <div class="i2">Which all their proper forms together brings.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For all those Nerves, which spirits of Sense do bear,</div> - <div class="i2">And to those outward organs spreading go,</div> - <div class="i2">United are as in a centre there!</div> - <div class="i2">And, there, this power, those sundry forms doth know!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Those outward Organs present things receive;</div> - <div class="i2">This inward Sense doth absent things retain!</div> - <div class="i2">Yet, straight, transmits all Forms she doth perceive,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto a higher region of the brain;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The Phantasy.</div> - <div class="i0">Where Phantasy (near handmaid to the Mind!)</div> - <div class="i2">Sits and beholds, and doth discern them all;</div> - <div class="i2">Compounds in one, things diverse in their kind,</div> - <div class="i2">Compares the black and white, the great and small.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Besides those single forms, She doth esteem,</div> - <div class="i2">And in her balance doth their values try;</div> - <div class="i2">Where some things good, and some things ill do seem,</div> - <div class="i2">And neutral some in her Phantastic eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> - <div class="i0">This busy power is working day and night,</div> - <div class="i2">For when the outward senses rest do take;</div> - <div class="i2">A thousand dreams, phantastical and light,</div> - <div class="i2">With fluttering wings, do keep her still awake!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The sensitive Memory.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet, always, all may not afore her be;</div> - <div class="i2">Successively, she this, and that intends:</div> - <div class="i2">Therefore such forms as she doth cease to see,</div> - <div class="i2">To Memory's large volume she commends!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Ledger Book lies in the brain behind,</div> - <div class="i2">Like <span class="smcap">Janus'</span> eye, which in his poll was set;</div> - <div class="i2">The Layman's Tables! Storehouse of the Mind!</div> - <div class="i2">Which doth remember much, and much forget.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here, Sense's Apprehensions end doth take;</div> - <div class="i2">As, when a stone is into water cast,</div> - <div class="i2">One circle doth another circle make,</div> - <div class="i2">Till the last circle touch the bank at last!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The Passions of Sense.</div> - <div class="i0">But though the Apprehensive Power do pause,</div> - <div class="i2">The Motive Virtue then begins to move!</div> - <div class="i2">Which in the heart below, doth Passions cause,</div> - <div class="i2">Joy, Grief, and Fear, and Hope, and Hate, and Love</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These Passions have a free commanding might,</div> - <div class="i2">And divers actions in our life do breed;</div> - <div class="i2">For all acts done without true Reason's light,</div> - <div class="i2">Do from the Passion of the Sense proceed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But sith the Brain doth lodge these powers of Sense,</div> - <div class="i2">How makes it, in the Heart those passions spring?</div> - <div class="i2">The mutual love, the kind intelligence</div> - <div class="i2">'Twixt heart and brain, this Sympathy doth bring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">From the kind heat, which in the heart doth reign,</div> - <div class="i2">The spirits of Life do their beginning take!</div> - <div class="i2">These spirits of Life ascending to the brain,</div> - <div class="i2">When they come there, the spirits of Sense do make</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> - <div class="i0">These spirits of Sense in Phantasy's high court,</div> - <div class="i2">Judge of the Forms of Objects, ill or well!</div> - <div class="i2">And so, they send a good or ill report</div> - <div class="i2">Down to the heart, where all Affections dwell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If the report be good; it causeth love!</div> - <div class="i2">And longing hope! and well assured joy!</div> - <div class="i2">If it be ill; then doth it hatred move!</div> - <div class="i2">And trembling fear! and vexing griefs annoy!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet were these natural affections good</div> - <div class="i2">(For they which want them, blocks or devils be!);</div> - <div class="i2">If Reason in her first perfection stood,</div> - <div class="i2">That she might Nature's Passions rectify.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The motion of Life.</div> - <div class="i0">Besides, another Motive Power doth rise</div> - <div class="i2">Out of the heart: from whose pure blood do spring</div> - <div class="i2">The Vital Spirits, which born in arteries,</div> - <div class="i2">Continual motion to all parts do bring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The local motion.</div> - <div class="i0">This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire,</div> - <div class="i2">This holds the sinews, like a bridle's reins;</div> - <div class="i2">And makes the body to advance, retire,</div> - <div class="i2">To turn or stop, as she them slacks or strains!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus the Soul tunes the Body's instrument;</div> - <div class="i2">These harmonies She makes with Life and Sense:</div> - <div class="i2">The organs fit, are by the Body lent;</div> - <div class="i2">But th'actions flow from the Soul's influence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The Intellectual Powers of the Soul.</div> - <div class="i0">But now I have a Will, yet want a Wit,</div> - <div class="i2">To express the workings of the Wit and Will;</div> - <div class="i2">Which, though their root be to the body knit,</div> - <div class="i2">Use not the Body, when they use their skill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These powers the nature of the Soul declare,</div> - <div class="i2">For to Man's Soul, these only proper be!</div> - <div class="i2">For on the earth, no other wights there are,</div> - <div class="i2">Which have these heavenly powers, but only</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">The Wit or Understanding.</div> - <div class="i0">The Wit (the pupil of the Soul's clear eye!</div> - <div class="i2">And in Man's world, th'only shining star!)</div> - <div class="i2">Looks in the Mirror of the Phantasy,</div> - <div class="i2">Where all the gatherings of the senses are</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">From thence this Power, the Shapes of things abstracts,</div> - <div class="i2">And them within her <em>Passive</em> part receives;</div> - <div class="i2">Which are enlightened by that part which <em>Acts</em>,</div> - <div class="i2">And so the Forms of single things perceives.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But after, by discoursing to and fro,</div> - <div class="i2">Anticipating, and comparing things;</div> - <div class="i2">She doth all universal natures know,</div> - <div class="i2">And all Effects into their Causes brings.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Reason.</div> -<div class="sidenote">Understanding.</div> - <div class="i0">When She rates things, and moves from ground to ground,</div> - <div class="i2">The name of Reason, She obtains by this!</div> - <div class="i2">But when, by reasons, She the truth hath found,</div> - <div class="i2">And standeth fixt, She, Understanding is!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Opinion.</div> -<div class="sidenote">Judgement.</div> - <div class="i0">When her assent, She lightly doth incline</div> - <div class="i2">To either part, She is Opinion light!</div> - <div class="i2">But when She doth by principles define</div> - <div class="i2">A certain truth, She hath true Judgement's sight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as from senses, Reason's work doth spring;</div> - <div class="i2">So many reasons, Understanding gain:</div> - <div class="i2">And many understandings, Knowledge bring,</div> - <div class="i2">And by much knowledge, Wisdom we obtain</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So, many stairs we must ascend upright,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere we attain to Wisdom's high degree:</div> - <div class="i2">So doth this earth eclipse our Reason's light,</div> - <div class="i2">Which else (in instants) would like angels see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet hath the Soul a dowry natural,</div> - <div class="i2">And Sparks of Light some common things to see;</div> - <div class="i2">Not being a blank, where nought is writ at all,</div> - <div class="i2">But what the writer will, may written be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For Nature, in man's heart her laws doth pen,</div> - <div class="i2">Prescribing Truth to Wit! and Good to Will!</div> - <div class="i2">Which do accuse, or else excuse all men,</div> - <div class="i2">For every thought or practice, good or ill!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet these sparks grow almost infinite,</div> - <div class="i2">Making the world and all therein, their food;</div> - <div class="i2">As fire so spreads, as no place holdeth it,</div> - <div class="i2">Being nourished still with new supplies of wood.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though these sparks were almost quenched with sin,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet they, whom that Just One hath justified,</div> - <div class="i2">Have them increased, with Heavenly Light within!</div> - <div class="i2">And, like the Widow's oil, still multiplied!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The power of Will.</div> - <div class="i0">And as this Wit should goodness truly know,</div> - <div class="i2">We have a Wit which that true good should choose!</div> - <div class="i2">Though Will do oft (when Wit, false Forms doth show)</div> - <div class="i2">Take Ill, for Good; and Good, for Ill refuse.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">The relations betwixt Wit and Will.</div> - <div class="i0">Will puts in practice what the Wit deviseth;</div> - <div class="i2">The Will ever acts, and Wit contemplates still:</div> - <div class="i2">And as from Wit the power of Wisdom riseth;</div> - <div class="i2">All other virtues, daughters are of Will!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Will is the Prince! and Wit, the Councillor!</div> - <div class="i2">Which doth for common good in council sit;</div> - <div class="i2">And when Wit is resolved; Will lends her power</div> - <div class="i2">To execute what is advised by Wit.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wit is the Mind's Chief Judge! which doth control,</div> - <div class="i2">Of Fancy's Court, the judgements false and vain!</div> - <div class="i2">Will holds the royal sceptre in the Soul;</div> - <div class="i2">And on the Passions of the Heart doth reign!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Will is as free as any Emperor,</div> - <div class="i2">Nought can restrain her gentle liberty;</div> - <div class="i2">No tyrant, nor no torment hath the power</div> - <div class="i2">To make us will; when we unwilling be!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">The intellectual Memory.</div> - <div class="i0">To these high powers, a Storehouse doth pertain;</div> - <div class="i2">Where they, all Arts and general reasons lay!</div> - <div class="i2">Which in the Soul (even after death!) remain,</div> - <div class="i2">And no Lethean flood can wash away!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This is the Soul! and those, her virtues be!</div> - <div class="i2">Which, though they have their sundry proper ends,</div> - <div class="i2">And one exceeds another in degree;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet each on other mutually depends.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Our Wit is given, Almighty GOD to know!</div> - <div class="i2">Our Will is given to love Him, being known!</div> - <div class="i2">But GOD could not be <em>known</em> to us below,</div> - <div class="i2">But by His works, which through the Sense are shown.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as the Wit doth reap the fruits of Sense;</div> - <div class="i2">So doth the Quick'ning Power, the Senses feed!</div> - <div class="i2">Thus while they do their sundry gifts dispense,</div> - <div class="i2">The best, the service of the least doth need!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even so, the King, his magistrates do serve;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet Commons feed both magistrate and King!</div> - <div class="i2">The Commons' peace, the magistrates preserve</div> - <div class="i2">By borrowed power, which from the Prince doth spring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Quickening Power would <em>be</em>, and so would rest!</div> - <div class="i2">The Sense would not <em>be</em> only, be <em>be well</em>!</div> - <div class="i2">But Wit's ambition longeth to <em>be best</em>!</div> - <div class="i2">For it desires in endless bliss, to dwell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And these three Powers, three sorts of men do make.</div> - <div class="i2">For some, like plants, their veins do only fill;</div> - <div class="i2">And some, like beasts, their senses' pleasure take,</div> - <div class="i2">And some, like angels, do contemplate still.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Therefore the fables turned some men to flowers,</div> - <div class="i2">And others, did with brutish forms invest;</div> - <div class="i2">And did of others, make celestial powers</div> - <div class="i2">Like angels! which still travail, yet still rest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Yet these three Powers are not three Souls but one,</div> - <div class="i2">As one and two are both contained in three;</div> - <div class="i2">Three being one number by itself alone.</div> - <div class="i2">A shadow of the blessed Trinity!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">An acclamation.</div> - <div class="i0">O what is Man! (Great Maker of mankind!)</div> - <div class="i2">That Thou to him so great respect dost bear!</div> - <div class="i2">That Thou adorn'st him with so bright a Mind!</div> - <div class="i2">Mak'st him a king! and even an angel's peer!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O what a lively life! what heavenly power!</div> - <div class="i2">What spreading virtue! what a sparkling fire!</div> - <div class="i2">How great! how plentiful! how rich a dower!</div> - <div class="i2">Dost Thou, within this dying flesh inspire!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou leav'st Thy Print in other works of Thine!</div> - <div class="i2">But Thy whole Image, Thou, in Man hast writ!</div> - <div class="i2">There cannot be a creature more divine;</div> - <div class="i2">Except, (like Thee!) it should be infinite.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But it exceeds Man's thought, to think how high</div> - <div class="i2">GOD hath raised Man, since GOD, a man became:</div> - <div class="i2">The angels do admire this mystery,</div> - <div class="i2">And are astonished when they view the same!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i085_dec.jpg" width="45" height="32" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i085_dropn.jpg" width="90" alt="N" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">O<span class="smcap">r</span> hath He given these blessings for a day,</div> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul is immortal, and cannot die.</div> - <div class="i6"> Nor made them on the Body's life depend,</div> - <div class="i6"> The Soul, though made in Time, survives for Aye;</div> - <div class="i6"> And though it hath beginning, sees no end!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her only end, in never-ending bliss;</div> - <div class="i2">Which is, th'eternal face of GOD to see:</div> - <div class="i2">Who Last of Ends and First of Causes is,</div> - <div class="i2">And to do this, She must Eternal be!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> - <div class="i0">How senseless then, and dead a Soul hath he,</div> - <div class="i2">Which thinks his soul doth with his body die:</div> - <div class="i2">Or thinks not so, but so would have it be,</div> - <div class="i2">That he might sin with more security!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For though these light and vicious persons say,</div> - <div class="i2">"Our Soul is but a smoke! or airy blast!</div> - <div class="i2">Which, during life, doth in our nostrils play;</div> - <div class="i2">And when we die, doth turn to wind at last!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Although they say, "Come, let us eat, and drink!</div> - <div class="i2">Our life is but a spark, which quickly dies!"</div> - <div class="i2">Though thus they <em>say</em>, they know not what to <em>think</em>,</div> - <div class="i2">But in their minds, ten thousand doubts arise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Therefore no heretics desire to spread</div> - <div class="i2">Their light opinions, like these Epicures;</div> - <div class="i2">For so their staggering thoughts are comforted,</div> - <div class="i2">And other men's assent, their doubt assures.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet though these men against their conscience strive,</div> - <div class="i2">There are some sparkles in their flinty breasts,</div> - <div class="i2">Which cannot be extinct, but still revive,</div> - <div class="i2">That (though they would) they cannot, quite be beasts!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But whoso makes a Mirror of his Mind;</div> - <div class="i2">And doth, with patience, view himself therein;</div> - <div class="i2">His Soul's <em>eternity</em> shall clearly find,</div> - <div class="i2">Though th'other beauties be defaced with sin.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">1 <em>Reason</em>. Drawn from the Desire of -Knowledge.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">First, In man's mind, we find an appetite</div> - <div class="i2">To Learn and Know the Truth of everything:</div> - <div class="i2">Which is connatural, and born with it;</div> - <div class="i2">And from the essence of the Soul doth spring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With this Desire, She hath a native Might,</div> - <div class="i2">To find out every truth, if She had time</div> - <div class="i2">Th'innumerable effects to sort aright;</div> - <div class="i2">And, by degrees, from cause to cause to climb!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But since our life so fast away doth slide!</div> - <div class="i2">(As doth a hungry eagle through the wind,</div> - <div class="i2">Or as a ship transported with the tide;</div> - <div class="i2">Which in their passage, leave no print behind.)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Of which swift little time, so much we spend,</div> - <div class="i2">While some few things, we, through the Sense, do strain;</div> - <div class="i2">That our short race of life is at an end,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere we, the Principles of Skill attain:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or GOD (which to vain ends, hath nothing done)</div> - <div class="i2">In vain, this Appetite and Power hath given;</div> - <div class="i2">Or else our knowledge, which is here begun,</div> - <div class="i2">Hereafter must be perfected in heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">GOD never gave a Power to one whole Kind;</div> - <div class="i2">But most of that Kind did use the same!</div> - <div class="i2">Most eyes have perfect sight! though some be blind;</div> - <div class="i2">Most legs can nimbly run! though some be lame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But in this life, <em>no</em> Soul, the Truth can know</div> - <div class="i2">So perfectly, as it hath power to do!</div> - <div class="i2">If then perfection be not found below,</div> - <div class="i2">A higher place must make her mount thereto.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">2 <em>Reason</em>. Drawn from the motion of the -Soul.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Again, how can She but immortal be?</div> - <div class="i2">When with the motions of both Will and Wit,</div> - <div class="i2">She still aspireth to Eternity,</div> - <div class="i2">And never rests, till she attain to it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Water in conduit pipes can rise no higher</div> - <div class="i2">Than the well head, from whence it first doth spring!</div> - <div class="i2">Then since to eternal GOD, She doth aspire;</div> - <div class="i2">She cannot be but an eternal thing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"All moving things to other things do move</div> - <div class="i2">Of the same kind," which shows their natures such;</div> - <div class="i2">So earth falls down, and fire doth mount above,</div> - <div class="i2">Till both their proper Elements do touch.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">The soul compared to a river.</div> - <div class="i0">And as the moisture which the thirsty earth</div> - <div class="i2">Sucks from the sea, to fill her empty veins;</div> - <div class="i2">From out her womb at last doth take a birth,</div> - <div class="i2">And runs, a Nymph! along the grassy plains:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Long doth she stay, as loath to leave the land,</div> - <div class="i2">From whose soft side, she first did issue make:</div> - <div class="i2">She tastes all places! turns to every hand!</div> - <div class="i2">Her flow'ry banks unwilling to forsake:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet Nature, so her streams doth lead and carry,</div> - <div class="i2">As that her course doth make no final stay</div> - <div class="i2">Till she, herself unto the Ocean marry;</div> - <div class="i2">Within whose watry bosom first she lay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even so the Soul, which in this earthy mould,</div> - <div class="i2">The Spirit of GOD doth secretly infuse;</div> - <div class="i2">Because, at first, She doth the earth behold,</div> - <div class="i2">And only this material world She views!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At first, our Mother Earth, She holdeth dear!</div> - <div class="i2">And doth embrace the World, and worldly things!</div> - <div class="i2">She flies close by the ground, and hovers here!</div> - <div class="i2">And mounts not up with her celestial wings!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet, under heaven, She cannot light on ought,</div> - <div class="i2">That with her heavenly nature doth agree:</div> - <div class="i2">She cannot rest! She cannot fix her thought!</div> - <div class="i2">She cannot in this world contented be!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For who did ever yet in Honour, Wealth,</div> - <div class="i2">Or Pleasure of the Sense, contentment find?</div> - <div class="i2">Who ever ceased to <em>wish</em>, when he had Health?</div> - <div class="i2">Or having Wisdom, was not <em>vext in mind</em>?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then as a bee, which among weeds doth fall,</div> - <div class="i2">Which seem sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay;</div> - <div class="i2">She lights on that! and this! and tasteth all;</div> - <div class="i2">But pleased with none, doth rise and soar away!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> - <div class="i0">So, when the Soul finds here no true content,</div> - <div class="i2">And, like <span class="smcap">Noah's</span> dove, can no sure footing take;</div> - <div class="i2">She doth return from whence She first was sent,</div> - <div class="i2">And flies to Him, that first her wings did make!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wit seeking Truth, from Cause to Cause ascends;</div> - <div class="i2">And never rests, till it the First attain;</div> - <div class="i2">Will seeking Good, finds many middle Ends,</div> - <div class="i2">But never stays, till it the Last do gain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now, GOD, the Truth! and First of Causes is!</div> - <div class="i2">GOD is the Last Good End! which lasteth still:</div> - <div class="i2">Being <em>Alpha</em> and <em>Omega</em> named for this,</div> - <div class="i2"><em>Alpha</em> to Wit! <em>Omega</em> to the Will!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Since then, her heavenly kind She doth bewray,</div> - <div class="i2">In that to GOD, She doth directly move:</div> - <div class="i2">And on no mortal thing can make her stay;</div> - <div class="i2">She cannot be from hence, but from <em>above</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet this First True Cause and Last Good End,</div> - <div class="i2">She cannot hear so <em>well</em>, and <em>truly</em> see;</div> - <div class="i2">For this perfection, She must yet attend,</div> - <div class="i2">Till to her Maker, She espousèd be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As a King's daughter, being in person sought</div> - <div class="i2">Of divers Princes, which do neighbour near;</div> - <div class="i2">On none of them can fix a constant thought,</div> - <div class="i2">Though she to all do lend a gentle ear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet can she love a foreign Emperor!</div> - <div class="i2">Whom, of great worth and power, she hears to be;</div> - <div class="i2">If she be wooed but by Ambassador;</div> - <div class="i2">Or but his letters, or his picture see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For well she knows, that when she shall be brought</div> - <div class="i2">Into the kingdom, where her Spouse doth reign;</div> - <div class="i2">Her eyes shall see what she conceived in thought,</div> - <div class="i2">Himself! his State! his glory! and his train!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> - <div class="i0">So while the virgin Soul on earth doth stay</div> - <div class="i2">She wooed and tempted is, ten thousand ways,</div> - <div class="i2">By these great Powers, which on the earth bear sway;</div> - <div class="i2">The <span class="smcap">Wisdom of the World, Wealth, Pleasure, Praise</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With these, sometime, She doth her time beguile.</div> - <div class="i2">These do, by fits, her Phantasy possess,</div> - <div class="i2">But She distastes them all, within a while;</div> - <div class="i2">And in the sweetest, finds a tediousness:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But if, upon the world's Almighty King,</div> - <div class="i2">She once do fix her humble loving thought;</div> - <div class="i2">Which, by his Picture drawn in everything,</div> - <div class="i2">And sacred Messages, her love hath sought,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Of Him, She thinks She cannot think too much.</div> - <div class="i2">This honey tasted, still is ever sweet;</div> - <div class="i2">The pleasure of her ravished thought is such,</div> - <div class="i2">As almost here, She, with her bliss doth meet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But when in heaven, She shall His Essence see,</div> - <div class="i2">This is her Sovereign Good! and Perfect Bliss!</div> - <div class="i2">Her longings, wishings, hopes, all finished be!</div> - <div class="i2">Her joys are full! her motions rest in this!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There, is She crowned with Garlands of Content,</div> - <div class="i2">There, doth She manna eat, and nectar drink,</div> - <div class="i2">That Presence doth such high delights present,</div> - <div class="i2">As never tongue could speak, nor heart could think!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">3 <em>Reason.</em> From contempt of death in the better -sort of spirits.</div> - <div class="i0">For this! the better Souls do oft despise</div> - <div class="i2">The body's death, and do it oft desire;</div> - <div class="i2">For when on ground, the burdened balance lies;</div> - <div class="i2">The empty part is lifted up the higher!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But if the body's death, the Soul should kill?</div> - <div class="i2">Then death must needs <em>against her nature</em> be;</div> - <div class="i2">And were it so, all Souls would fly it still,</div> - <div class="i2">"For Nature hates, and shuns her contrary."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For all things else, which Nature makes to be;</div> - <div class="i2">Their Being to preserve, are chiefly taught!</div> - <div class="i2">For though some things desire a change to see,</div> - <div class="i2">"Yet never thing did long to turn to <em>nought</em>!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If then, by death, the Soul were quenchèd quite,</div> - <div class="i2">She could not thus against her nature run!</div> - <div class="i2">Since every senseless thing, by Nature's light,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth <em>preservation</em> seek! <em>destruction</em> shun!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor could the world's best spirits so much err,</div> - <div class="i2">(If Death took all!) that they should <em>all</em> agree,</div> - <div class="i2">Before this life, their Honour to prefer!</div> - <div class="i2">For what is praise, to things that nothing be?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Again, if by the body's prop, She stand?</div> - <div class="i2">If on the body's life, her life depend?</div> - <div class="i2">As <span class="smcap">Meleager</span>'s on the fatal brand!</div> - <div class="i2">The body's good, She only would intend!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We should not find her half so brave and bold,</div> - <div class="i2">To lead it to the wars, and to the seas!</div> - <div class="i2">To make it suffer watchings! hunger! cold!</div> - <div class="i2">When it might feed with plenty! rest with ease!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Doubtless, <em>all</em> Souls have a surviving thought;</div> - <div class="i2">Therefore of Death, we think with quiet mind;</div> - <div class="i2">But if we think of being <em>turned to nought</em>,</div> - <div class="i2">A trembling horror in our Souls we find!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">4. <em>Reason.</em> From the -fear of death in the wicked souls.</div> - <div class="i0">And as the better spirit, when She doth bear</div> - <div class="i2">A scorn of death, doth shew She cannot die;</div> - <div class="i2">So when the wicked Soul, Death's face doth fear,</div> - <div class="i2">Even then, She proves her own eternity!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For, when Death's form appears, She feareth not</div> - <div class="i2">An utter quenching or extinguishment!</div> - <div class="i2">She would be glad to meet with such a lot!</div> - <div class="i2">That so She might all future ill prevent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But She doth doubt what after may befall,</div> - <div class="i2">For Nature's law accuseth her within,</div> - <div class="i2">And saith, "'Tis true, that is affirmed by all,</div> - <div class="i2">That after death, there is a pain for sin!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then She, which hath been hoodwinked from her birth,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth first herself within Death's Mirror see;</div> - <div class="i2">And when her body doth return to earth,</div> - <div class="i2">She first takes care, how She alone shall be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whoever sees these irreligious men,</div> - <div class="i2">With burden of a sickness, weak and faint;</div> - <div class="i2">But hears them talking of religion then,</div> - <div class="i2">And vowing of their souls to every saint?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When was there ever cursed atheist brought</div> - <div class="i2">Unto the gibbet, but he did adore</div> - <div class="i2">That blessed Power! which he had set at nought,</div> - <div class="i2">Scorned, and blasphemed, all his life before?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These light vain persons, still are drunk and mad,</div> - <div class="i2">With surfeitings and pleasures of their youth;</div> - <div class="i2">But, at their deaths, they are fresh! sober! sad!</div> - <div class="i2">Then, they discern! and then, they speak the truth!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If then, all souls, both good and bad, do teach</div> - <div class="i2">With general voice, that souls can never die;</div> - <div class="i2">'Tis not Man's flattering Gloss, but Nature's Speech,</div> - <div class="i2">Which, like GOD's Oracle, can never lie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">5. <em>Reason.</em> From the general desire of -Immortality.</div> - <div class="i0">Hence, springs that <em>universal</em> strong desire,</div> - <div class="i2">Which all men have, of Immortality:</div> - <div class="i2">Not some few spirits unto this thought aspire,</div> - <div class="i2">But all men's minds in this, united be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then this desire of Nature is not vain!</div> - <div class="i2">"She covets not impossibilities!"</div> - <div class="i2">"Fond thoughts may fall into some idle brain;</div> - <div class="i2">But one Assent of All, is ever true!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> - <div class="i0">From hence, that general care and study springs,</div> - <div class="i2">That <em>launching</em> and <em>progression</em> of the Mind,</div> - <div class="i2">Which all men have, so much of Future things,</div> - <div class="i2">As they no joy, do in the Present find.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">From this desire, that main Desire proceeds,</div> - <div class="i2">Which all men have, surviving Fame to gain;</div> - <div class="i2">By tombs, by books, by memorable deeds;</div> - <div class="i2">For She that this desires, doth still remain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hence, lastly, springs Care of Posterities!</div> - <div class="i2">For things, their kind would everlasting make!</div> - <div class="i2">Hence is it, that old men do plant young trees,</div> - <div class="i2">The fruit whereof, another age shall take!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If we these rules unto ourselves apply,</div> - <div class="i2">And view them by reflection of the mind;</div> - <div class="i2">All these True Notes of Immortality,</div> - <div class="i2">In our hearts' tables, we shall written find!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">6. <em>Reason.</em> From the very doubt and disputation -of immortality.</div> - <div class="i0">And though some impious wits do questions move,</div> - <div class="i2">And doubt "if souls immortal be or no?"</div> - <div class="i2">That <em>doubt</em>, their immortality doth prove!</div> - <div class="i2">Because they seem immortal things to know.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For he which reasons, on both parts doth bring,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth some things mortal, some immortal call;</div> - <div class="i2">Now if himself were but a mortal thing;</div> - <div class="i2">He could not judge immortal things, <em>at all</em>!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For when we judge, our Minds we Mirrors make,</div> - <div class="i2">And as those glasses, which material be,</div> - <div class="i2">Forms of material things do only take</div> - <div class="i2">(For Thoughts or Minds in them, we cannot see);</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So when we GOD and Angels do conceive,</div> - <div class="i2">And think of Truth (which is eternal too),</div> - <div class="i2">Then do our Minds, immortal Forms receive,</div> - <div class="i2">Which if they mortal were, they could not do.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And as if beasts conceived what Reason were,</div> - <div class="i2">And that conception should distinctly shew;</div> - <div class="i2">They should the name of <em>reasonable</em> bear</div> - <div class="i2">(For without Reason, none could reason know).</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So when the Soul mounts with so high a wing,</div> - <div class="i2">As of eternal things, She <em>doubts</em> can move,</div> - <div class="i2">She, proofs of her eternity doth bring;</div> - <div class="i2">Even when She strives the contrary to prove.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For even the <em>thought</em> of Immortality,</div> - <div class="i2">Being an act done without the body's aid,</div> - <div class="i2">Shews, that herself alone could move, and be,</div> - <div class="i2">Although the body in the grave were laid.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And if herself She can so lively move,</div> - <div class="i2">And never need a foreign help to take,</div> - <div class="i2">Then must her motion everlasting prove,</div> - <div class="i2">"Because her self She never can forsake."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">That the Soul cannot be destroyed.</div> - <div class="i0">"But though Corruption cannot touch the Mind,</div> - <div class="i2">By any cause, that from itself may spring;</div> - <div class="i2">Some Outward Cause, Fate hath perhaps designed,</div> - <div class="i2">Which to the Soul, may utter quenching bring?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Her Cause ceaseth not.</div> - <div class="i0">"Perhaps her Cause may cease, and She may die!"</div> - <div class="i2">GOD is her Cause! His WORD, her Maker was!</div> - <div class="i2">Which shall stand fixed for all eternity!</div> - <div class="i2">When heaven and earth shall like a shadow pass.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">She hath no contrary.</div> - <div class="i0">"Perhaps something repugnant to her kind,</div> - <div class="i2">By strong antipathy, the Soul may kill!"</div> - <div class="i2">But what can be contrary to the Mind,</div> - <div class="i2">Which holds all contraries in concord still?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She lodgeth heat, and cold! and moist, and dry!</div> - <div class="i2">And life, and death! and peace, and war together:</div> - <div class="i2">Ten thousand fighting things in her do lie,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet neither troubleth or disturbeth either.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">She cannot die for want of food.</div> - <div class="i0">"Perhaps, for want of food, the Soul may pine!"</div> - <div class="i2">But that were strange! since all things bad and good,</div> - <div class="i2">Since all GOD's creatures, mortal and divine;</div> - <div class="i2">Since GOD Himself is her eternal food.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Bodies are fed with things of mortal kind,</div> - <div class="i2">And so are subject to mortality;</div> - <div class="i2">But Truth, which is eternal, feeds the Mind,</div> - <div class="i2">The Tree of Life, which will not let her die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Violence cannot destroy her.</div> - <div class="i0">"Yet violence perhaps the Soul destroys,</div> - <div class="i2">As lightning or the sunbeams dim the sight;</div> - <div class="i2">Or as a thunder-clap or cannon's noise,</div> - <div class="i2">The power of hearing doth astonish quite?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But high perfection to the Soul it brings,</div> - <div class="i2">T'encounter things most excellent and high;</div> - <div class="i2">For when She views the best and greatest things,</div> - <div class="i2">They do not hurt, but rather clear the eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Besides as <span class="smcap">Homer</span>'s gods 'gainst armies stand;</div> - <div class="i2">Her subtle form can through all dangers slide;</div> - <div class="i2">Bodies are captive, Minds endure no band,</div> - <div class="i2">"And Will is free, and can no force abide!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Time cannot destroy her.</div> - <div class="i0">"But lastly, Time perhaps, at last, hath power,</div> - <div class="i2">To spend her lively powers, and quench her light?"</div> - <div class="i2">But old god <span class="smcap">Saturn</span>, which doth all devour,</div> - <div class="i2">Doth cherish her, and still augment her might</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Heaven waxeth old; and all the spheres above</div> - <div class="i2">Shall, one day, faint, and their swift motion stay;</div> - <div class="i2">And Time itself, in time, shall cease to move,</div> - <div class="i2">Only the Soul survives, and lives for aye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Our bodies, every footstep that they make,</div> - <div class="i2">March towards death, until at last they die:</div> - <div class="i2">Whether we work, or play, or sleep, or wake,</div> - <div class="i2">Our life doth pass, and with Time's wings doth fly</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But to the Soul, time doth perfection give,</div> - <div class="i2">And adds fresh lustre to her beauty still,</div> - <div class="i2">And makes her in eternal youth to live,</div> - <div class="i2">Like her which nectar to the gods doth fill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The more She lives, the more She feeds on Truth;</div> - <div class="i2">The more She feeds, her Strength doth more increase:</div> - <div class="i2">And what is Strength, but an effect of Youth!</div> - <div class="i2">Which if Time nurse, how can it ever cease?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Objections against the Immortality of the -Soul.</div> - <div class="i0">But now these Epicures begin to smile,</div> - <div class="i2">And say, "My doctrine is more safe, than true!"</div> - <div class="i2">And that "I fondly do myself beguile,</div> - <div class="i2">While these received opinions I ensue."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Objection.</div> - <div class="i0">"For what!" they say, "doth not the Soul wax old?</div> - <div class="i2">How comes it, then, that aged men do dote,</div> - <div class="i2">And that their brains grow sottish, dull, and cold;</div> - <div class="i2">Which were in youth, the only spirits of note?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"What! are not Souls within themselves corrupted?</div> - <div class="i2">How can there idiots then by Nature be?</div> - <div class="i2">How is it that some wits are interrupted,</div> - <div class="i2">That now they dazzled are, now clearly see?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Answer.</div> - <div class="i0">These questions make a subtle argument</div> - <div class="i2">To such as think both Sense and Reason one:</div> - <div class="i2">To whom, nor Agent, from the Instrument;</div> - <div class="i2">Nor Power of Working, from the Work is known</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But they that know that Wit can show no skill,</div> - <div class="i2">But when she things in Sense's glass doth view;</div> - <div class="i2">Do know, if accident this glass do spill,</div> - <div class="i2">It <em>nothing</em> sees! or sees the <em>false</em> for <em>true</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For if that region of the tender brain,</div> - <div class="i2">Wherein th'inward sense of Phantasy should sit,</div> - <div class="i2">And th'outward senses' gatherings should retain,</div> - <div class="i2">By Nature, or by chance become unfit.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Either at first uncapable it is;</div> - <div class="i2">And so few things or none at all receives;</div> - <div class="i2">Or marred by accident which haps amiss,</div> - <div class="i2">And so amiss it everything perceives;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then as a cunning Prince that useth spies;</div> - <div class="i2">If they return no news, doth nothing know;</div> - <div class="i2">But if they make advertisement of lies,</div> - <div class="i2">The Prince's Council all awry do go.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Even so, the Soul, to such a Body knit,</div> - <div class="i2">Whose inward senses undisposèd be,</div> - <div class="i2">And to receive the Forms of things unfit;</div> - <div class="i2">Where nothing is brought in, can nothing see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This makes the Idiot, which hath yet a mind,</div> - <div class="i2">Able to know the Truth, and choose the Good;</div> - <div class="i2">If she such figures in the brain did find,</div> - <div class="i2">As might be found, if it in temper stood.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But if a frenzy do possess the brain;</div> - <div class="i2">It so disturbs and blots the forms of things,</div> - <div class="i2">As Phantasy proves altogether vain,</div> - <div class="i2">And to the Wit, no true relation brings.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then doth the Wit, admitting all for true,</div> - <div class="i2">Build fond conclusions on those idle grounds;</div> - <div class="i2">Then doth it fly the Good, and Ill pursue,</div> - <div class="i2">Believing all that this false spy propounds.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But purge the humours, and the rage appease;</div> - <div class="i2">Which this distemper in the Fancy wrought:</div> - <div class="i2">Then will the Wit, which never had disease,</div> - <div class="i2">Discourse and judge discreetly, as it ought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So though the clouds eclipse the Sun's fair light,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet from his face they do not take one beam:</div> - <div class="i2">So have our eyes their perfect power of sight,</div> - <div class="i2">Even when they look into a troubled stream.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then these defects in Sense's organs be,</div> - <div class="i2">Not in the Soul, or in her working might;</div> - <div class="i2">She cannot lose her perfect Power to See,</div> - <div class="i2">Though mists and clouds do choke her window light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These imperfections then we must impute,</div> - <div class="i2">Not to the Agent, but the Instrument;</div> - <div class="i2">We must not blame <span class="smcap">Apollo</span>, but his Lute,</div> - <div class="i2">If false accords from her false strings be sent</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Soul, in all, hath one intelligence,</div> - <div class="i2">Though too much moisture in an infant's brain,</div> - <div class="i2">And too much dryness in an old man's sense</div> - <div class="i2">Cannot the prints of outward things retain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then doth the Soul want work, and idle sit:</div> - <div class="i2">And this we Childishness and Dotage call:</div> - <div class="i2">Yet hath She then a quick and active Wit,</div> - <div class="i2">If She had stuff and tools to work withal.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For, give her organs fit, and objects fair,</div> - <div class="i2">Give but the aged man, the young man's sense:</div> - <div class="i2">Let but <span class="smcap">Medea</span>, <span class="smcap">Æson's</span> youth repair,</div> - <div class="i2">And straight She shews her wonted excellence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As a good harper, stricken far in years,</div> - <div class="i2">Into whose cunning hands, the gout is fall:</div> - <div class="i2">All his old crotchets, in his brain he bears,</div> - <div class="i2">But on his harp, plays ill, or not at all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But if <span class="smcap">Apollo</span> take his gout away,</div> - <div class="i2">That he, his nimble fingers may apply;</div> - <div class="i2"><span class="smcap">Apollo's</span> self will envy at his play,</div> - <div class="i2">And all the world applaud his minstrelsy!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then Dotage is no weakness of the Mind,</div> - <div class="i2">But of the Sense; for if the Mind did waste;</div> - <div class="i2">In <em>all</em> old men, we should this wasting find,</div> - <div class="i2">When they some certain term of years had past.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But most of them, even to their dying hour,</div> - <div class="i2">Retain a Mind more lively, quick, and strong,</div> - <div class="i2">And better use their Understanding Power,</div> - <div class="i2">Than when their brains were warm, and limbs were young.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For though the body wasted be and weak,</div> - <div class="i2">And though the leaden form of earth it bears;</div> - <div class="i2">Yet when we hear that half-dead body speak,</div> - <div class="i2">We oft are ravished to the heavenly spheres.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">2. Objection.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet say these men, "If all her organs die,</div> - <div class="i2">Then hath the Soul no power, her Powers to use!</div> - <div class="i2">So in a sort her Powers extinct do lie,</div> - <div class="i2">When into Act She cannot them reduce."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"And if her Powers be dead, then what is She?</div> - <div class="i2">For since from everything, some Powers do spring,</div> - <div class="i2">And from those Powers some Acts proceeding be:</div> - <div class="i2">Then kill both Power and Act, and kill the Thing."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Answer.</div> - <div class="i0">Doubtless the Body's death, when once it dies,</div> - <div class="i2">The Instruments of Sense and Life doth kill;</div> - <div class="i2">So that She cannot use those faculties,</div> - <div class="i2">Although their root rest in her substance still.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But as, the Body living, Wit and Will</div> - <div class="i2">Can judge and choose without the Body's aid,</div> - <div class="i2">Though on such objects, they are working still,</div> - <div class="i2">As through the Body's organs are conveyed:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So, when the Body serves her turn no more,</div> - <div class="i2">And all her Senses are extinct and gone,</div> - <div class="i2">She can discourse of what She learned before,</div> - <div class="i2">In heavenly contemplations all alone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So if one man well on the lute doth play,</div> - <div class="i2">And have good horsemanship, and learning's skill:</div> - <div class="i2">Though both his lute and horse we take away;</div> - <div class="i2">Doth he not keep his former learning still?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> - <div class="i0">He keeps it doubtless! and can use it too!</div> - <div class="i2">And doth both th'other skills, in power retain!</div> - <div class="i2">And can of both the proper actions do,</div> - <div class="i2">If with his Lute, or Horse he meet again.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So, though the instruments by which we live</div> - <div class="i2">And view the world, the Body's death doth kill:</div> - <div class="i2">Yet with the Body, they shall all revive;</div> - <div class="i2">And all their wonted offices fulfil.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">3. Objection.</div> - <div class="i0">"But <em>how</em>, till then, shall She herself employ?</div> - <div class="i2">Her spies are dead; which brought home news before:</div> - <div class="i2">What she hath got and keeps, she may enjoy;</div> - <div class="i2">But She hath means to understand no more."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Then what do those poor Souls which nothing get?</div> - <div class="i2">Or what do those which get and nothing keep,</div> - <div class="i2">Like buckets bottomless, which all out let?</div> - <div class="i2">Those Souls, for want of exercise, must sleep."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Answer.</div> - <div class="i0">See <em>how</em> Man's Soul, against itself doth strive:</div> - <div class="i2">Why should we not have other means to know?</div> - <div class="i2">As children, while within the womb they live,</div> - <div class="i2">Feed by the navel; Here, they feed not so.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These children (if they had some use of Sense,</div> - <div class="i2">And should by chance their mothers talking, hear;</div> - <div class="i2">That, in short time, they shall come forth from thence)</div> - <div class="i2">Would fear their birth, more than our death we fear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They would cry out, "If we, this place shall leave,</div> - <div class="i2">Then shall we break our tender navel strings:</div> - <div class="i2">How shall we then our nourishment receive,</div> - <div class="i2">Since our sweet food, no other conduit brings?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And if a man should, to these babes reply,</div> - <div class="i2">That "Into this fair world they shall be brought,</div> - <div class="i2">Where they shall see the earth, the sea, the sky,</div> - <div class="i2">The glorious sun, and all that GOD hath wrought:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> - <div class="i0">That there ten thousand dainties they shall meet,</div> - <div class="i2">Which by their mouths they shall with pleasure take;</div> - <div class="i2">Which shall be cordial too, as well as sweet,</div> - <div class="i2">And of their little limbs, tall bodies make!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This, would they think a fable! even as we</div> - <div class="i2">Do think the story of the Golden Age;</div> - <div class="i2">Or as some sensual spirits amongst us be,</div> - <div class="i2">Which hold the World to Come, "a feigned Stage."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet shall these infants, after, find all true;</div> - <div class="i2">Though, then, thereof, they nothing could conceive.</div> - <div class="i2">As soon as they are born, the world they view,</div> - <div class="i2">And with their mouths, the nurse's milk receive.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So when the Soul is born (for Death is nought</div> - <div class="i2">But the Soul's Birth, and so we should it call!)</div> - <div class="i2">Ten thousand things She sees, beyond her thought;</div> - <div class="i2">And, in an unknown manner, knows them all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then doth She see by spectacles no more,</div> - <div class="i2">She hears not by report of double spies,</div> - <div class="i2">Herself, in instants, doth all things explore,</div> - <div class="i2">For each thing present, and before her lies.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">4. Objection.</div> - <div class="i0">But still this Crew, with questions me pursues;</div> - <div class="i2">"If Souls deceased," say they, "still living be",</div> - <div class="i2">Why do they not return to bring us news</div> - <div class="i2">Of that strange world, where they such wonders see?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Answer.</div> - <div class="i0">Fond men! if we believe that men do live</div> - <div class="i2">Under the zenith of both frozen poles;</div> - <div class="i2">Though none come thence, advertisement to give;</div> - <div class="i2">Why bear we not the like faith of our Souls?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Soul hath, here on earth, no more to do,</div> - <div class="i2">Than we have business in our mother's womb;</div> - <div class="i2">What child doth covet to return thereto?</div> - <div class="i2">Although all children, first from thence do come!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But as Noah's pigeon which returned no more,</div> - <div class="i2">Did shew she footing found, for all the flood;</div> - <div class="i2">So when good Souls, departed through death's door,</div> - <div class="i2">Come not again; it shews their dwelling good.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And doubtless such a Soul as up doth mount,</div> - <div class="i2">And doth appear before her Maker's face,</div> - <div class="i2">Holds this vile world in such a base account,</div> - <div class="i2">As She looks down and scorns this wretched place.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But such as are detruded down to hell;</div> - <div class="i2">Either for shame, they still themselves retire,</div> - <div class="i2">Or tied in chains, they in close prison dwell,</div> - <div class="i2">And cannot come, although they much desire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">5. Objection.</div> - <div class="i0">"Well, well," say these vain spirits, "though vain it is</div> - <div class="i2">To think our Souls to heaven or hell do go;</div> - <div class="i2">Politic men have thought it not amiss,</div> - <div class="i2">To spread this <em>lie</em>, to make men virtuous so!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Answer.</div> - <div class="i0">Do <em>you</em>, then, think this moral Virtue, good?</div> - <div class="i2">I think you do! even for your private gain;</div> - <div class="i2">For commonwealths by Virtue ever stood;</div> - <div class="i2">And common good, the private doth contain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If then this Virtue, you do love so well,</div> - <div class="i2">Have you no means, her practice to maintain?</div> - <div class="i2">But you this lie must to the people tell,</div> - <div class="i2">"That good Souls live in joy, and ill in pain."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Must Virtue be preservèd by a lie?</div> - <div class="i2">Virtue and Truth do ever best agree.</div> - <div class="i2">By this, it seems to be a verity,</div> - <div class="i2">Since the effects so good and virtuous be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For as the Devil, father is of lies,</div> - <div class="i2">So Vice and Mischief do his lies ensue.</div> - <div class="i2">Then this good doctrine did he not devise,</div> - <div class="i2">But made this Lie which saith, "It is not true!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote">The General Consent of all.</div> - <div class="i0">For how can that be false, which every tongue,</div> - <div class="i2">Of every mortal man, affirms for true;</div> - <div class="i2">Which truth hath, in all ages, been so strong,</div> - <div class="i2">As loadstone-like, all hearts it ever drew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For not the Christian or the Jew alone;</div> - <div class="i2">The Persian, or the Turk acknowledge this:</div> - <div class="i2">This mystery to the wild Indian known,</div> - <div class="i2">And to the Cannibal and Tartar, is.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This rich Assyrian drug grows everywhere,</div> - <div class="i2">As common in the North, as in the East!</div> - <div class="i2">This doctrine doth not enter by the ear,</div> - <div class="i2">But, of itself, is native in the breast!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">None that acknowledge GOD, or Providence,</div> - <div class="i2">Their Soul's eternity did ever doubt;</div> - <div class="i2">For all religion takes her root from hence,</div> - <div class="i2">Which no poor naked nation lives without.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For since the world for Man created was,</div> - <div class="i2">(For only Man, the use thereof doth know)</div> - <div class="i2">If Man do perish like a withered grass,</div> - <div class="i2">How doth GOD's wisdom order things below?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And if that wisdom still wise ends propound,</div> - <div class="i2">Why made He Man, of other creatures king?</div> - <div class="i2">When (if he perish here!) there is not found,</div> - <div class="i2">In all the world so poor and vile a thing?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If Death do quench us quite; we have great wrong;</div> - <div class="i2">Since for our service, all things else were wrought:</div> - <div class="i2">That daws, and trees, and rocks should last so long,</div> - <div class="i2">When we must in an instant pass to nought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But, blest be that Great Power! that hath us blest</div> - <div class="i2">With longer life, than heaven or earth can have</div> - <div class="i2">Which hath infused into one mortal breast,</div> - <div class="i2">Immortal Powers, not subject to the grave.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For though the Soul do seem her grave to bear,</div> - <div class="i2">And in this world is almost buried quick;</div> - <div class="i2">We have no cause the Body's death to fear,</div> - <div class="i2">"For when the shell is broke, out comes a chick."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">Three kinds of Life answerable to the three -powers of the Soul.</div> - <div class="i0">For as the Soul's <em>essential</em> Powers are three,</div> - <div class="i2">The Quick'ning Power, the Power of Sense, and Reason;</div> - <div class="i2">Three kinds of Life to her designèd be,</div> - <div class="i2">Which perfect these three Powers, in their due season.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The first Life in the mother's womb is spent,</div> - <div class="i2">Where She her Nursing Power doth only use;</div> - <div class="i2">Where, when She finds defect of nourishment,</div> - <div class="i2">Sh' expels her body, and this world She views.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This, we call Birth! but if the child could speak,</div> - <div class="i2">He, Death would call it! and of Nature, 'plain</div> - <div class="i2">That She should thrust him out naked and weak;</div> - <div class="i2">And in his passage, pinch him with such pain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet, out he comes! and in this world is placed,</div> - <div class="i2">Where all his Senses in perfection be;</div> - <div class="i2">Where he finds flowers to smell, and fruits to taste,</div> - <div class="i2">And sounds to hear, and sundry forms to see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When he hath passed some time upon this Stage,</div> - <div class="i2">His Reason, then, a little seems to wake,</div> - <div class="i2">Which though She spring, when Sense doth fade with age,</div> - <div class="i2">Yet can She here, no perfect practice make.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then doth th' aspiring Soul, the Body leave,</div> - <div class="i2">Which we call Death. But were it known to all,</div> - <div class="i2">What Life our Souls do, by this death, receive;</div> - <div class="i2">Men would it, Birth! or Gaol Delivery! call.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> - <div class="i0">In this third Life, Reason will be so bright,</div> - <div class="i2">As that her Spark will like the sunbeams shine;</div> - <div class="i2">And shall, of GOD enjoy the real sight,</div> - <div class="i2">Being still increased by influence divine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i105_dec.jpg" width="80" height="50" alt="" /> -</div> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">An acclamation!</div> - <div class="i0">O ignorant poor Man! what dost thou bear,</div> - <div class="i2">Locked up within the casket of thy breast;</div> - <div class="i2">What jewels, and what riches hast thou there.</div> - <div class="i2">What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Look in thy Soul! and thou shall beauties find,</div> - <div class="i2">Like those which drowned <span class="smcap">Narcissus</span> in the flood;</div> - <div class="i2">Honour and Pleasure both are in thy Mind,</div> - <div class="i2">And all that in the world is counted Good.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Think of her worth! and think that GOD did mean</div> - <div class="i2">This worthy Mind should worthy things embrace!</div> - <div class="i2">Blot not her beauties, with thy thoughts unclean;</div> - <div class="i2">Nor her, dishonour with thy Passions base.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Kill not her Quick'ning Power with surfeitings!</div> - <div class="i2">Mar not her Sense with sensualities!</div> - <div class="i2">Cast not her serious Wit on idle things!</div> - <div class="i2">Make not her free Will slave to vanities!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when thou thinkest of her Eternity;</div> - <div class="i2">Think not that Death against her nature is;</div> - <div class="i2">Think it a Birth! and, when thou goest to die,</div> - <div class="i2">Sing like a swan, as if thou wentst to bliss!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And if thou, like a child, didst fear before,</div> - <div class="i2">Being in the dark, when thou didst nothing see;</div> - <div class="i2">Now I have brought thee Torch-light, fear no more.</div> - <div class="i2">Now, when thou diest; thou canst not hoodwinked be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And thou, my Soul! which turn'st thy curious eye,</div> - <div class="i2">To view the beams of thine own form divine;</div> - <div class="i2">Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly,</div> - <div class="i2">While thou are <em>clouded</em> with this flesh of mine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Take heed of <em>overweening</em>! and compare</div> - <div class="i2">Thy peacock's feet, with thy gay peacock's train;</div> - <div class="i2">Study the <em>best</em> and <em>highest</em> things that are;</div> - <div class="i2">But of thyself, an humble thought retain!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Cast down thyself! and only strive to raise</div> - <div class="i2">The glory of thy Maker's sacred name!</div> - <div class="i2">Use all thy powers, that Blessed Power to praise,</div> - <div class="i2">Which gives thee power to Be, and Use the same.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5"><span class="gesperrt">FINIS.</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i106_dec.jpg" width="500" height="369" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107"></a></span></p> - - - -<div class="title"> -<h2><a name="HYMNS_OF_ASTRAEA" id="HYMNS_OF_ASTRAEA"></a><span class="gesperrt">H Y M N S O F</span><br /> - -<span class="small90 gesperrt">ASTRÆA, IN</span><br /> - -<span class="small70 gesperrt">ACROSTIC</span><br /> - -<span class="small60 gesperrt">VERSE.</span></h2> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i107_title.jpg" width="400" height="243" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><span class="gesperrt"><em>LONDON:</em></span></p> - -<p class="p1">Printed for I. S.</p> -<p class="p1"><span class="gesperrt">1599.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108"></a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i109_header.jpg" width="500" height="218" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">[<em>Hymns of <span class="smcap gesperrt">Astræa</span>.</em>]</h2> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><span class="gesperrt">HYMN I.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of <span class="smcap gesperrt">Astræa</span>.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E arly</span>, before the day doth spring,</div> - <div class="i0">L et us awake, my Muse! and sing!</div> - <div class="i0">I t is no time to slumber!</div> - <div class="i0">S o many joys this Time doth bring,</div> - <div class="i0">A s time will fail to number.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ut, whereto shall we bend our Lays?</div> - <div class="i0">E ven up to heaven, again to raise</div> - <div class="i0">T he Maid! which, thence descended,</div> - <div class="i0">H ath brought again the Golden Days</div> - <div class="i0">A nd all the world amended.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R udeness itself, She doth refine!</div> - <div class="i0">E ven like an Alchemist divine,</div> - <div class="i0">G ross Times of Iron turning</div> - <div class="i0">I nto the purest form of Gold;</div> - <div class="i0">N ot to corrupt, till heaven wax old</div> - <div class="i0">A nd be refined with burning.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN II.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To <span class="smcap gesperrt">Astræa</span>.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ternal</span> Virgin! Goddess true!</div> - <div class="i0">L et me presume to sing to you!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">I ove</span>, even great <span class="smcap">Jove</span> hath leisure</div> - <div class="i0">S ometimes, to hear the vulgar crew,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd hears them, oft, with pleasure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B lessed <span class="smcap">Astræ</span>! I, in part,</div> - <div class="i0">E njoy the blessings you impart!</div> - <div class="i0">T he Peace! the milk and honey!</div> - <div class="i0">H umanity! and civil Art!</div> - <div class="i0">A richer dower than money.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ight glad am I, that now I live,</div> - <div class="i0">E ven in these days, whereto you give</div> - <div class="i0">G reat happiness and glory!</div> - <div class="i0">I f after you, I should be born;</div> - <div class="i0">N o doubt, I should my birthday scorn,</div> - <div class="i0">A dmiring your sweet Story.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN III.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the Spring.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E arth</span> now is green, and heaven is blue!</div> - <div class="i0">L ively Spring, which makes all new.</div> - <div class="i0">I olly Spring doth enter.</div> - <div class="i0">S weet young sunbeams do subdue</div> - <div class="i0">A ngry, agèd Winter.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B lasts are mild, and seas are calm!</div> - <div class="i0">E very meadow flows with balm!</div> - <div class="i0">T he earth wears all her riches!</div> - <div class="i0">H armonious birds sing such a psalm</div> - <div class="i0">A s ear and heart bewitches!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R eserve, sweet Spring! this Nymph of ours,</div> - <div class="i0">E ternal garlands of thy flowers!</div> - <div class="i0">G reen garlands never wasting!</div> - <div class="i0">I n her shall last our State's fair Spring,</div> - <div class="i0">N ow and for ever flourishing,</div> - <div class="i0">A s long as heaven is lasting.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN IV.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the month of May.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ach</span> day of thine, sweet month of May!</div> - <div class="i0">L ove makes a solemn Holy Day.</div> - <div class="i0">I will perform like duty!</div> - <div class="i0">S ince thou resemblest, every way,</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">A stræa</span>, Queen of Beauty.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B oth you, fresh beauties do partake!</div> - <div class="i0">E ither's aspect, doth Summer make,</div> - <div class="i0">T houghts of young Love awaking!</div> - <div class="i0">H earts you both, do cause to ache;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd yet be pleased with aching.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ight dear art thou! and so is She!</div> - <div class="i0">E ven like attractive sympathy</div> - <div class="i0">G ains unto both, like dearness.</div> - <div class="i0">I ween this made Antiquity</div> - <div class="i0">N ame thee, Sweet May of Majesty!</div> - <div class="i0">A s being both like in clearness.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN V.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the Lark.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E arly</span>, cheerful, mounting Lark!</div> - <div class="i0">L ight's gentle Usher! Morning's Clerk!</div> - <div class="i0">I n merry notes delighting;</div> - <div class="i0">S tint awhile thy song, and hark,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd learn my new inditing!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ear up this Hymn! to heaven, it bear!</div> - <div class="i0">E ven up to heaven, and sing it there!</div> - <div class="i0">T o heaven, each morning bear it!</div> - <div class="i0">H ave it set to some sweet sphere,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd let the angels hear it!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R enowned <span class="smcap">Astræa</span>, that great name!</div> - <div class="i0">(E xceeding great in worth and fame,</div> - <div class="i0">G reat worth hath so renowned it)</div> - <div class="i0">I t is <span class="smcap">Astræa</span>'s name, I praise!</div> - <div class="i0">N ow then, sweet Lark! do thou it raise;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd in high heaven resound it!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN VI.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the Nightingale.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E very</span> night, from even till morn,</div> - <div class="i0">L ove's Chorister amid the thorn,</div> - <div class="i0">I s now so sweet a singer!</div> - <div class="i0">S o sweet, as for her Song, I scorn</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">A pollo's</span> voice and finger.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ut, Nightingale! sith you delight</div> - <div class="i0">E ver to watch the starry night,</div> - <div class="i0">T ell all the stars of heaven!</div> - <div class="i0">H eaven never had a star so bright</div> - <div class="i0">A s now to earth is given!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R oyal <span class="smcap">Astræa</span> makes our day</div> - <div class="i0">E ternal, with her beams! nor may</div> - <div class="i0">G ross darkness overcome her!</div> - <div class="i0">I now perceive, why some do write,</div> - <div class="i0">"N o country hath so short a night</div> - <div class="i0">A s England hath in summer."</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN VII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the Rose.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ye</span> of the garden! Queen of Flowers!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">L ove</span>'s cup, wherein he nectar pours!</div> - <div class="i0">I ngendered first of nectar.</div> - <div class="i0">S weet nurse-child of the Spring's young Hours!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd Beauty's fair Character!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B est jewel that the earth doth wear!</div> - <div class="i0">E ven when the brave young sun draws near,</div> - <div class="i0">T o her hot love pretending;</div> - <div class="i0">H imself likewise, like form doth bear,</div> - <div class="i0">A t rising and descending.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ose, of the Queen of Love beloved!</div> - <div class="i0">E ngland's great Kings (divinely moved)</div> - <div class="i0">G ave Roses in their banner:</div> - <div class="i0">I t shewed, that Beauty's Rose indeed,</div> - <div class="i0">N ow in this Age should them succeed,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd reign in more sweet manner.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN VIII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To all the Princes of Europe.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E urope</span>! the Earth's sweet Paradise!</div> - <div class="i0">L et all thy Kings (that would be wise</div> - <div class="i0">I n Politic Devotion)</div> - <div class="i0">S ail hither, to observe her eyes,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd mark her heavenly motion!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B rave Princes of this civil Age!</div> - <div class="i0">E nter into this pilgrimage!</div> - <div class="i0">T his Saint's tongue is an Oracle!</div> - <div class="i0">H er eye hath made a Prince a page;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd works, each day, a miracle!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R aise but your looks to her, and see</div> - <div class="i0">E ven the true beams of Majesty!</div> - <div class="i0">G reat Princes, mark her duly!</div> - <div class="i0">I f all the world you do survey,</div> - <div class="i0">N o forehead spreads so bright a ray;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd notes a Prince, so truly!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN IX.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To <span class="smcap">Flora</span>.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E mpress</span> of Flowers! Tell, where away</div> - <div class="i0">L ies your sweet Court, this merry May?</div> - <div class="i0">I n Greenwich garden alleys!</div> - <div class="i0">S ince there the Heavenly Powers do play,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd haunt no other valleys.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">B eauty</span>, <span class="smcap">Virtue</span>, <span class="smcap">Majesty</span>,</div> - <div class="i0">E loquent <span class="smcap">Muses</span>, three times three,</div> - <div class="i0">T he new fresh <span class="smcap">Hours</span> and <span class="smcap">Graces</span></div> - <div class="i0">H ave pleasure in this place to be,</div> - <div class="i0">A bove all other places.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R oses and lilies did them draw,</div> - <div class="i0">E re they, divine <span class="smcap">Astræa</span> saw:</div> - <div class="i0">G ay flowers, they sought for pleasure.</div> - <div class="i0">I nstead of gathering Crowns of Flowers,</div> - <div class="i0">N ow, gather they <span class="smcap">Astræa</span>'s dowers,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd bear to heaven, that treasure.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN X.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the Month of September.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ach</span> month hath praise in some degree,</div> - <div class="i0">L et May to others seem to be</div> - <div class="i0">I n Sense, the sweetest season;</div> - <div class="i0">S eptember! thou are best to me!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd best doth please my Reason.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ut neither for their corn, nor wine;</div> - <div class="i0">E xtol I, those mild days of thine!</div> - <div class="i0">T hough corn and wine might praise thee;</div> - <div class="i0">H eaven gives thee honour more divine</div> - <div class="i0">A nd higher fortunes raise thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R enowned art thou, sweet Month! for this.</div> - <div class="i0">E mong thy days, her birthday is!</div> - <div class="i0">G race, Plenty, Peace, and Honour</div> - <div class="i0">I n one fair hour with her were born!</div> - <div class="i0">N ow since, they still her crown adorn,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd still attend upon her.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XI.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the Sun.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ye</span> of the world! Fountain of light!</div> - <div class="i0">L ife of day, and death of night!</div> - <div class="i0">I humbly seek thy kindness!</div> - <div class="i0">S weet! dazzle not my feeble sight,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd strike me not with blindness!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ehold me mildly from that face</div> - <div class="i0">E ven where thou now dost run thy race,</div> - <div class="i0">T he sphere where now thou turnest,</div> - <div class="i0">H aving, like <span class="smcap">Phæton</span> changed thy place,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd yet hearts only burnest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ed in her right cheek, thou dost rise</div> - <div class="i0">E xalted after, in her eyes;</div> - <div class="i0">G reat glory, there, thou shewest!</div> - <div class="i0">I n th'other cheek, when thou descendest,</div> - <div class="i0">N ew redness unto it thou lendest!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd so thy Round, thou goest!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To her Picture.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E xtreme</span> was his audacity,</div> - <div class="i0">L ittle his skill, that finished thee!</div> - <div class="i0">I am ashamed and sorry,</div> - <div class="i0">S o dull her counterfeit should be;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd She, so full of glory!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ut here are colours, red and white;</div> - <div class="i0">E ach line, and each proportion right:</div> - <div class="i0">T hese lines, this red and whiteness,</div> - <div class="i0">H ave wanting yet a life and light,</div> - <div class="i0">A majesty and brightness.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ude counterfeit! I then did err;</div> - <div class="i0">E ven now, when I would needs infer</div> - <div class="i0">G reat boldness in thy maker!</div> - <div class="i0">I did mistake! He was not bold,</div> - <div class="i0">N or durst his eyes, her eyes behold:</div> - <div class="i0">A nd this made him mistake her.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XIII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Mind.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E arth</span>, now adieu! My ravished thought</div> - <div class="i0">L ifted to heaven, sets thee at nought!</div> - <div class="i0">I nfinite is my longing,</div> - <div class="i0">S ecrets of angels to be taught,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd things to heaven belonging!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B rought down from heaven, of angels' kind,</div> - <div class="i0">E ven now, do I admire her Mind!</div> - <div class="i0">T his is my contemplation!</div> - <div class="i0">H er clear sweet Spirit, which is refined</div> - <div class="i0">A bove humane creation!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ich sunbeam of th' Eternal Light!</div> - <div class="i0">E xcellent Soul! How shall I write?</div> - <div class="i0">G ood angels make me able!</div> - <div class="i0">I cannot see but by your eye;</div> - <div class="i0">N or but by your tongue, signify</div> - <div class="i0">A thing so admirable.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XIV.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of the Sunbeams of her Mind.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E xceeding</span> glorious is this Star!</div> - <div class="i0">L et us behold her beams afar</div> - <div class="i0">I n a side line reflected!</div> - <div class="i0">S ight bears them not, when near they are</div> - <div class="i0">A nd in right lines directed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ehold her in her virtue's beams,</div> - <div class="i0">E xtending sun-like to all realms!</div> - <div class="i0">T he sun none views too nearly.</div> - <div class="i0">H er well of goodness, in these streams,</div> - <div class="i0">A ppears right well and clearly.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R adiant virtues! if your light</div> - <div class="i0">E nfeeble the best judgement's sight;</div> - <div class="i0">G reat splendour above measure</div> - <div class="i0">I s in the Mind, from whence you flow!</div> - <div class="i0">N o wit may have access to know</div> - <div class="i0">A nd view so bright a treasure.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XV.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Wit.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ye</span> of that Mind most quick and clear,</div> - <div class="i0">L ike heaven's Eye, which from his sphere,</div> - <div class="i0">I nto all things pryeth;</div> - <div class="i0">S ees through all things everywhere,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd all their natures trieth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B right image of an angel's wit,</div> - <div class="i0">E xceeding sharp and swift like it,</div> - <div class="i0">T hings instantly discerning;</div> - <div class="i0">H aving a nature infinite,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd yet increased by learning.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ebound upon thyself thy light!</div> - <div class="i0">E njoy thine own sweet precious sight!</div> - <div class="i0">G ive us but some reflection!</div> - <div class="i0">I t is enough for us if we,</div> - <div class="i0">N ow in her speech, now policy;</div> - <div class="i0">A dmire thine high perfection!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XVI.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Will.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ver</span> well affected Will,</div> - <div class="i0">L oving goodness, loathing ill!</div> - <div class="i0">I nestimable treasure!</div> - <div class="i0">S ince such a power hath power to spill,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd save us, at her pleasure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B e thou our law, sweet Will! and say</div> - <div class="i0">E ven what thou wilt, we will obey!</div> - <div class="i0">T his law, if I could read it.</div> - <div class="i0">H erein would I spend night and day,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd study still to plead it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R oyal Free Will, and only free!</div> - <div class="i0">E ach other will is slave to thee!</div> - <div class="i0">G lad is each will to serve thee!</div> - <div class="i0">I n thee such princely power is seen;</div> - <div class="i0">N o spirit but takes thee, for her Queen!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd thinks she must observe thee!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XVII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Memory.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E xcellent</span> jewels would you see?</div> - <div class="i0">L ovely ladies! Come with me!</div> - <div class="i0">I will (for love I owe you)</div> - <div class="i0">S hew you as rich a treasury</div> - <div class="i0">A s East or West can shew you!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ehold! (if you can judge of it)</div> - <div class="i0">E ven that great Storehouse of her Wit!</div> - <div class="i0">T hat beautiful large table,</div> - <div class="i0">H er Memory! wherein is writ</div> - <div class="i0">A ll knowledge admirable.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ead this fair book, and you shall learn</div> - <div class="i0">E xquisite skill, if you discern;</div> - <div class="i0">G ain heaven, by this discerning!</div> - <div class="i0">I n such a memory divine,</div> - <div class="i0">N ature did form the Muses nine,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd <span class="smcap">Pallas</span>, Queen of Learning.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XVIII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Phantasy.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E xquisite</span> curiosity!</div> - <div class="i0">L ook on thyself, with judging eye!</div> - <div class="i0">I f ought be faulty, leave it!</div> - <div class="i0">S o delicate a Phantasy</div> - <div class="i0">A s this, will straight perceive it</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ecause her temper is so fine,</div> - <div class="i0">E ndued with harmonies divine;</div> - <div class="i0">T herefore if discord strike it,</div> - <div class="i0">H er true proportions do repine,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd sadly do mislike it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ight otherwise, a pleasure sweet,</div> - <div class="i0">E ver she takes in actions meet,</div> - <div class="i0">G racing with smiles such meetness:</div> - <div class="i0">I n her fair forehead beams appear,</div> - <div class="i0">N o Summer's day is half so clear!</div> - <div class="i0">A dorned with half that sweetness!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XIX.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of the Organs of her Mind.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E clipsed</span> She is, and her bright rays</div> - <div class="i0">L ie under veils; yet many ways</div> - <div class="i0">I s her fair form revealed!</div> - <div class="i0">S he diversely herself conveys,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd cannot be concealed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B y instruments, her powers appear</div> - <div class="i0">E xceedingly well tuned and clear!</div> - <div class="i0">T his Lute is still in measure,</div> - <div class="i0">H olds still in tune, even like a sphere,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd yields the world sweet pleasure!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R esolve me, Muse! how this thing is?</div> - <div class="i0">E ver a body like to this,</div> - <div class="i0">G ave heaven to earthly creature?</div> - <div class="i0">I am but fond this doubt to make!</div> - <div class="i0">N o doubt, the angels, bodies take</div> - <div class="i0">A bove our common nature!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XX.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of the Passions of her Heart.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E xamine</span> not th' inscrutable Heart,</div> - <div class="i0">L ight Muse! of Her, though She in part</div> - <div class="i0">I mpart it to the subject!</div> - <div class="i0">S earch not! although from heaven thou art!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd this a heavenly object.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ut since She hath a heart, we know</div> - <div class="i0">E ver some Passions thence do flow,</div> - <div class="i0">T hough ever ruled with honour.</div> - <div class="i0">H er judgement reigns! They wait below,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd fix their eyes upon her!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ectified so, they, in their kind,</div> - <div class="i0">E ncrease each virtue of her Mind,</div> - <div class="i0">G overned with mild tranquility.</div> - <div class="i0">I n all the regions under heaven,</div> - <div class="i0">N o State doth bear itself so even,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd with so sweet facility.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XXI.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of the innumerable Virtues of her Mind.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E re</span> thou proceed in these sweet pains,</div> - <div class="i0">L earn Muse! how many drops it rains</div> - <div class="i0">I n cold and moist December!</div> - <div class="i0">S um up May flowers! and August's grains!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd grapes of mild September!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ear the sea's sand in Memory!</div> - <div class="i0">E arth's grasses! and the stars in sky!</div> - <div class="i0">T he little moats, which mounted</div> - <div class="i0">H ang in the beams of <span class="smcap">Phœbus'</span> eye,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd never can be counted!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ecount these numbers, numberless,</div> - <div class="i0">E re thou, her virtue canst express!</div> - <div class="i0">G reat wits, this count will cumber!</div> - <div class="i0">I nstruct thyself in numbering schools!</div> - <div class="i0">N ow Courtiers use to beg for fools;</div> - <div class="i0">A ll such as cannot number.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XXII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Wisdom.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E agle</span>-eyed Wisdom! Life's loadstar!</div> - <div class="i0">L ooking near, on things afar!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">I ove</span>'s best beloved daughter!</div> - <div class="i0">S hews to her spirit all that are!</div> - <div class="i0">A s <span class="smcap">Jove</span> himself hath taught her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B y this straight rule, She rectifies</div> - <div class="i0">E ach thought, that in her heart doth rise;</div> - <div class="i0">T his is her clear true Mirror!</div> - <div class="i0">H er Looking Glass, wherein She spies</div> - <div class="i0">A ll forms of Truth and Error.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ight Princely virtue, fit to reign!</div> - <div class="i0">E nthronised in her spirit remain,</div> - <div class="i0">G uiding our fortunes ever!</div> - <div class="i0">I f we this Star once cease to see;</div> - <div class="i0">N o doubt our State will shipwrecked be,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd torn and sunk for ever.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XXIII.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Justice.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E xiled</span> <span class="smcap">Astræa</span> is come again!</div> - <div class="i0">L o here She doth all things maintain</div> - <div class="i0">I n number, weight, and measure!</div> - <div class="i0">S he rules us, with delightful pain,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd we obey with pleasure!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B y Love, She rules more than by Law!</div> - <div class="i0">E ven her great Mercy breedeth awe;</div> - <div class="i0">T his is her sword and sceptre!</div> - <div class="i0">H erewith She hearts did ever draw,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd this guard ever kept her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R eward doth sit in her right hand!</div> - <div class="i0">E ach Virtue, thence takes her garland,</div> - <div class="i0">G athered in Honour's garden!</div> - <div class="i0">I n her left hand (wherein should be</div> - <div class="i0">N ought but the sword) sits Clemency!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd conquers Vice with pardon.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XXIV.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Magnanimity.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E ven</span> as her State, so is her Mind</div> - <div class="i0">L ifted above the vulgar kind!</div> - <div class="i0">I t treads proud Fortune under!</div> - <div class="i0">S unlike, it sits above the wind;</div> - <div class="i0">A bove the storms, and thunder.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B rave Spirit! Large Heart! admiring nought!</div> - <div class="i0">E steeming each thing, as it ought!</div> - <div class="i0">T hat swelleth not, nor shrinketh!</div> - <div class="i0">H onour is always in her thought;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd of great things, She thinketh!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R ocks, pillars, and heaven's axletree</div> - <div class="i0">E xemplify her Constancy!</div> - <div class="i0">G reat changes never change her!</div> - <div class="i0">I n her sex, fears are wont to rise;</div> - <div class="i0">N ature permits, Virtue denies,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd scorns the face of danger!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XXV.</span></h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>Of her Moderation.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E mpress</span> of Kingdoms, though She be;</div> - <div class="i0">L arger is her Sovereignty,</div> - <div class="i0">I f She herself do govern!</div> - <div class="i0">S ubject unto herself is She;</div> - <div class="i0">A nd of herself, true Sovereign!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B eauty's Crown, though She do wear;</div> - <div class="i0">E xalted into Fortune's Chair;</div> - <div class="i0">T hroned like the Queen of Pleasure:</div> - <div class="i0">H er virtues still possess her ear,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd counsel her to Measure!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R eason (if She incarnate were)</div> - <div class="i0">E ven Reason's self could never bear</div> - <div class="i0">G reatness with Moderation!</div> - <div class="i0">I n her, one temper still is seen.</div> - <div class="i0">N o liberty claims She as Queen!</div> - <div class="i0">A nd shows no alteration!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><span class="gesperrt">HYMN XXVI.</span></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">E nvy</span>, go weep! My Muse and I</div> - <div class="i0">L augh thee to scorn! Thy feeble eye</div> - <div class="i0">I s dazzled with the glory</div> - <div class="i0">S hining in this gay Poesy,</div> - <div class="i0">A nd little golden Story!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">B ehold, how my proud quill doth shed</div> - <div class="i0">E ternal nectar on her head!</div> - <div class="i0">T he pomp of Coronation</div> - <div class="i0">H ath not such power, her fame to spread,</div> - <div class="i0">A s this my admiration!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">R espect my pen, as free and frank;</div> - <div class="i0">E xpecting nor reward, nor thank!</div> - <div class="i0">G reat wonder only moves it!</div> - <div class="i0">I never made it mercenary!</div> - <div class="i0">N or should my Muse, this burden carry</div> - <div class="i0">A s hired; but that she loves it!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p3 gesperrt"><em>FINIS.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i122_dec.jpg" width="500" height="263" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123"></a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i123_title.jpg" width="335" height="560" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="title"> - -<h2><span class="gesperrt">SIX IDILLIA</span>,<br /> - -<span class="small60">THAT IS</span>,<br /> - -<span class="small80">SIX SMALL, OR PETTY, POEMS,<br /> -OR ÆGLOGUES</span>,<br /> - -<span class="small60">chosen out of the right famous Sicilian Poet</span><br /> - -THEOCRITUS,<br /> - -<span class="small60">And translated into English verse.</span></h2> - -<p class="p4"><em>Dum defluat amnis.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i122.jpg" width="61" height="46" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p3a">PRINTED<br /> - -<span class="small80">At Oxford by IOSEPH BARNES</span>.<br /> - -1588.</p> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124"></a></span></p> - - -<p class="p5">E. D.</p> - - -<p class="center">Libenter hic, et omnis exantlabitur</p> -<p class="center">Labor, in tuæ spem gratiæ.</p> -<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Horace</span>, <cite>Epodes</cite> i. 23-24.]</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> - - - - -<p class="p3c"><a name="SIX_IDILLIA" id="SIX_IDILLIA"></a>SIX IDILLIA</p> - -<p class="p6">chosen out of the famous Sicilian Poet</p> - -<p class="p3a">THEOCRITUS,</p> - -<p class="p6">and translated into English verse.</p> - - -<p class="p3c">THE EIGHTH IDILLION.</p> - -<p class="p6">Argument.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p class="p4b"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> a Shepherd and <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> a Neatherd, two Sicilian Lads, -contending who should sing best, pawn their Whistles; and choose -a Goatherd to be their Judge: who giveth sentence on <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> -his side. The thing is imagined to be done in the Isle of Sicily, by -the sea-shore. Of whose singing, this Idillion is called <cite>Bucoliastæ</cite>, -that is, "Singers of a Neatherd's Song."</p></blockquote> - - -<p class="p3a"><em><span class="gesperrt">BUCOLIASTÆ</span>.</em></p> - -<p class="p6"><span class="smcap">Daphnis</span>, <span class="smcap">Menalcas</span>, Goatherd.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i125_dropw.jpg" width="120" alt="W" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">ith</span> lovely Neatherd <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> on the hills, they say,</div> - <div class="i8"> Shepherd <span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> met upon a summer's day:</div> - <div class="i8"> Both youthful striplings, both had yellow heads of hair;</div> - <div class="i8"> In whistling both, and both in singing skilful were.</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> first, beholding <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span>, thus bespake:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Wilt thou in singing, Neatherd <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span>, undertake</div> - <div class="i0">To strive with me? For I affirm that, at my will,</div> - <div class="i0">I can thee pass!" Thus <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> answered on the hill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Whistler <span class="smcap">Menalcas</span>, thou shalt never me excel</div> - <div class="i0">In singing, though to death with singing thou should'st swell!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Then wilt thou see, and something for the victor wage?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"I will both see, and something for the victor gage!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"What therefore shall we pawn, that for us may be fit?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"I'll pawn a calf; a wennell lamb lay thou to it!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"I'll pawn no lamb: for both my Sire and Mother fell</div> - <div class="i0">Are very hard; and all my sheep at e'en they tell."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"What then? What shall he gain that wins the victory?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"A gallant Whistle which I made with notes thrice three,</div> - <div class="i0">Joined with white wax, both e'en below and e'en above;</div> - <div class="i0">This will I lay! My father's things I will not move!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"And I a Whistle have with notes thrice three a row,</div> - <div class="i0">Joined with white wax, both e'en below and e'en above.</div> - <div class="i0">I lately framed it: for this finger yet doth ache</div> - <div class="i0">With pricking, which a splinter of the reed did make.</div> - <div class="i0">But who shall be our Judge, and give us audience?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"What if we call this Goatherd here, not far from hence,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose dog doth bark hard by the kids?" The lusty boys</div> - <div class="i0">Did call him, and the Goatherd came to hear their toys.</div> - <div class="i0">The lusty boys did sing, the Goatherd judgment gave.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> first, by lot, unto his Whistle brave,</div> - <div class="i0">Did sing a Neatherd's Song; and Neatherd <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> then</div> - <div class="i0">Did sing, by course: but first <span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> thus began:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Ye Groves and Brooks divine, if on his reed</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> ever sang a pleasant Lay;</div> - <div class="i0">Fat me these lambs! If <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> here will feed</div> - <div class="i0">His calves, let him have pasture too I pray!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Ye pleasant Springs and Plants, would <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> had</div> - <div class="i0">As sweet a voice as have the nightingales!</div> - <div class="i0">Feed me this herd! and if the Shepherd's lad</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> comes, let him have all the dales!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"'Tis ever Spring; there meads are ever gay;</div> - <div class="i0">There strout the bags; there sheep are fatly fed,</div> - <div class="i0">When <span class="smcap">Daphne</span> comes! Go she away;</div> - <div class="i0">Then both the Shepherd there, and grass are dead."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"There both the ewes, and goats, bring forth their twins;</div> - <div class="i0">There bees do fill their hives; there oaks are high;</div> - <div class="i0">Where <span class="smcap">Milo</span> treads! When he away begins</div> - <div class="i0">To go, both Neatherd and the neat wax dry."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"O husband of the goats! O wood so high!</div> - <div class="i0">O kids! come to this brook, for he is there!</div> - <div class="i0">Thou with the broken horns tell <span class="smcap">Milo</span> shy,</div> - <div class="i0">That <span class="smcap">Proteus</span> kept sea-calves, though god he were."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Nor <span class="smcap">Pelops'</span> kingdom may I crave, nor gold;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor to outrun the winds upon a lea:</div> - <div class="i0">But in this cave I'll sing, with thee in hold,</div> - <div class="i0">Both looking on my sheep, and on the sea."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"A tempest marreth trees; and drought, a spring:</div> - <div class="i0">Snares unto fowls, to beasts nets, are a smart;</div> - <div class="i0">Love spoils a man. O <span class="smcap">Jove</span>, alone his sting</div> - <div class="i0">I have not felt; for thou a lover art!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Thus sang these boys, by course, with voices strong;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> then began a latter song:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Menalcas.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Wolf, spare my kids! and spare my fruitful sheep!</div> - <div class="i0">And hurt me not! though but a lad, these flocks I guide.</div> - <div class="i0">Lampur my dog, art thou indeed so sound asleep?</div> - <div class="i0">Thou should'st not sleep while thou art by thy master's side!</div> - <div class="i0">My sheep, fear not to eat the tender grass at will!</div> - <div class="i0">Nor when it springeth up again, see that you fail!</div> - <div class="i0">Go to, and feed apace, and all your bellies fill!</div> - <div class="i0">That part your lambs may have; and part, my milking pail."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Then <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> in his turn sweetly began to sing:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Daphnis.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"And me, not long ago, fair <span class="smcap">Daphne</span> whistly eyed</div> - <div class="i0">As I drove by; and said, I was a paragon:</div> - <div class="i0">Nor then indeed to her I churlishly replied;</div> - <div class="i0">But, looking on the ground, my way still held I on.</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet is a cow-calf's voice, and sweet her breath doth smell;</div> - <div class="i0">A bull calf, and a cow, do low full pleasantly.</div> - <div class="i0">'Tis sweet in summer by a spring abroad to dwell!</div> - <div class="i0">Acorns become the oak; apples, the apple-tree;</div> - <div class="i0">And calves, the kine; and kine, the Neatherd much set out."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Thus sung these youths. The Goatherd thus did end the doubt:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i10">Goatherd.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"O <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span>, what a dulcet mouth and voice thou hast!</div> - <div class="i0">'Tis sweeter thee to hear than honey-combs to taste!</div> - <div class="i0">Take thee these Pipes, for thou in singing dost excel!</div> - <div class="i0">If me, a Goatherd, thou wilt teach to sing so well;</div> - <div class="i0">This broken-hornèd goat, on thee bestow I will!</div> - <div class="i0">Which to the very brim, the pail doth ever fill."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> - <div class="i1">So then was <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> glad, and lept and clapt his hands;</div> - <div class="i0">And danced as doth a fawn, when by the dam he stands.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> grieved, the thing his mind did much dismay:</div> - <div class="i0">And sad as Bride he was, upon the marriage day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Since then among the Shepherds, <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> chief was had!</div> - <div class="i0">And took a Nymph to wife when he was but a lad.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i7"> <span class="smcap">Daphnis</span> his Emblem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i7"> <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Me tamen urit Amor.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i7"><span class="smcap">Menalcas</span> his Emblem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">At hæc <span class="smcap">Daphne</span> forsan probet.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i7"> Goatherd's Emblem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i5"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Est minor nemo nisi comparatus</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i130_dec.jpg" width="137" height="150" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><span class="gesperrt">THE ELEVENTH IDILLION</span>.</h2> - -<p class="p1">Argument.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p class="p4b"><span class="smcap">Theocritus</span> wrote this Idillion to <span class="smcap">Nicias</span> a learned Physician: -wherein he sheweth—by the example of <span class="smcap">Polyphemus</span> a giant in -Sicily, of the race of the <span class="smcap">Cyclops</span>, who loved the Water Nymph -<span class="smcap">Galatea</span>—that there is no medicine so sovereign against Love as -is Poetry. Of whose Love Song, as this Idillion, is termed -<span class="smcap">Cyclops</span>; so he was called <span class="smcap">Cyclops</span>, because he had but one eye, -that stood like a circle in the midst of his forehead.</p></blockquote> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em><span class="gesperrt">CYCLOPS</span>.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i131_dropo.jpg" width="80" alt="O" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i5"> <span class="smcap">Nicias</span>, there is no other remedy for Love,</div> - <div class="i5"> With ointing, or with sprinkling on, that ever I could prove,</div> - <div class="i5"> Beside the Muses nine! This pleasant medicine of the mind</div> - <div class="i5"> Grows among men; and seems but light, yet very hard to find:</div> - <div class="i0">As well I wote you know; who are in physic such a Leech,</div> - <div class="i0">And of the Muses so beloved. The cause of this my speech</div> - <div class="i0">A <span class="smcap">Cyclops</span> is, who lived here with us right wealthily;</div> - <div class="i0">That ancient <span class="smcap">Polyphem</span>, when first he loved <span class="smcap">Galate</span></div> - <div class="i0">(When, with a bristled beard, his chin and cheeks first clothed were):</div> - <div class="i0">He loved her not with roses, apples, or with curlèd hair;</div> - <div class="i0">But with the Furies' rage. All other things he little plied.</div> - <div class="i0">Full often to their fold, from pastures green, without a guide,</div> - <div class="i0">His sheep returnèd home: when all the while he singing lay</div> - <div class="i0">In honour of his Love, and on the shore consumed away</div> - <div class="i0">From morning until night; sick of the wound, fast by the heart,</div> - <div class="i0">Which mighty <span class="smcap">Venus</span> gave, and in his liver stuck the dart.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For which, this remedy he found, that sitting oftentimes</div> - <div class="i0">Upon a rock and looking on the sea, he sang these rhymes:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"<span class="smcap">O Galatea</span> fair, why dost thou shun thy lover true?</div> - <div class="i0">More tender than a lamb, more white than cheese when it is new,</div> - <div class="i0">More wanton than a calf, more sharp than grapes unripe, I find.</div> - <div class="i0">You use to come when pleasant sleep, my senses all do bind:</div> - <div class="i0">But you are gone again when pleasant sleep doth leave mine eye;</div> - <div class="i0">And as a sheep you run, that on the plain a wolf doth spy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"I then began to love thee, <span class="smcap">Galate</span>, when first of all</div> - <div class="i0">You, with my mother, came to gather leaves of crowtoe [<em>hyacinth</em>] small</div> - <div class="i0">Upon our hill; when I, as Usher, squired you all the way.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor when I saw thee first, nor afterwards, nor at this day,</div> - <div class="i0">Since then could I refrain: but you, by Jove! nought set thereby!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"But well I know, fair Nymph, the very cause why thus you fly.</div> - <div class="i0">Because upon my front, one only brow, with bristles strong</div> - <div class="i0">From one ear to the other ear is stretchèd all along:</div> - <div class="i0">'Neath which, one eye; and on my lips, a hugy nose, there stands.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet I, this such a one, a thousand sheep feed on these lands;</div> - <div class="i0">And pleasant milk I drink, which from the strouting bags is presst.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor want I cheese in summer, nor in autumn of the best,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor yet in winter time. My cheese racks ever laden are;</div> - <div class="i0">And better can I pipe than any <span class="smcap">Cyclops</span> may compare.</div> - <div class="i0">O apple sweet! of thee, and of myself I use to sing,</div> - <div class="i0">And that at midnight oft. For thee! eleven fawns up I bring,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> - <div class="i0">All great with young: and four bears' whelps, I nourish up for thee!</div> - <div class="i0">But come thou hither first, and thou shall have them all of me.</div> - <div class="i0">And let the bluish coloured sea beat on the shore so nigh,</div> - <div class="i0">The night with me in cave, thou shalt consume more pleasantly!</div> - <div class="i0">There are the shady bays, and there tall cypress trees do sprout:</div> - <div class="i0">And there is ivy black, and fertile vines are all about.</div> - <div class="i0">Cool water there I have, distilled of the whitest snow,</div> - <div class="i0">A drink divine, which out of woody Etna mount doth flow.</div> - <div class="i0">In these respects, who in the sea and waves would rather be?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"But if I seem as yet too rough and savage unto thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Great store of oaken wood I have, and never-quenchèd fire;</div> - <div class="i0">And I can well endure my soul to burn with thy desire,</div> - <div class="i0">With this my only eye, than which I nothing think more trim:</div> - <div class="i0">Now woe is me, my mother bore me not with fins to swim!</div> - <div class="i0">That I might dive to thee; that I thy dainty hand might kiss,</div> - <div class="i0">If lips thou wouldst not let. Then would I lilies bring iwis,</div> - <div class="i0">And tender poppy-toe that bears a top like rattles red,</div> - <div class="i0">And these in summer time: but others are in winter bred,</div> - <div class="i0">So that I cannot bring them all at once. Now certainly</div> - <div class="i0">I'll learn to swim of some or other stranger passing by,</div> - <div class="i0">That I may know what pleasure 'tis in waters deep to dwell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Come forth, fair <span class="smcap">Galate</span>! and once got out, forget thee well</div> -<div class="bigbracea">}</div> - <div class="i0">(As I do, sitting on this rock) home to return again!<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">But feed my sheep with me, and for to milk them take the pain!<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">And cheese to press, and in the milk the rennet sharp to strain!<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">My mother only wrongeth me; and her I blame, for she</div> - <div class="i0">Spake never yet to thee one good, or lovely, word of me:</div> - <div class="i0">And that, although she daily sees how I away do pine.</div> - <div class="i0">But I will say, 'My head and feet do ache,' that she may whine,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And sorrow at the heart: because my heart with grief is swoll'n.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"O <span class="smcap">Cyclops</span>, <span class="smcap">Cyclops</span>! whither is thy wit and reason flown?</div> - <div class="i0">If thou would'st baskets make; and cut down brouzing from the tree,</div> - <div class="i0">And bring it to thy lambs, a great deal wiser thou should'st be!</div> - <div class="i0">Go, coy some present Nymph! Why dost thou follow flying wind?</div> - <div class="i0">Perhaps another <span class="smcap">Galate</span>, and fairer, thou shalt find!</div> -<div class="bigbracea">}</div> - <div class="i0">For many Maidens in the evening tide with me will play,<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">And all do sweetly laugh, when I stand heark'ning what they say:<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">And I somebody seem, and in the earth do bear a sway."<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Thus <span class="smcap">Polyphemus</span> singing, fed his raging love of old;</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein he sweeter did, than had he sent her sums of gold.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><span class="smcap">Polyphem</span>'s Emblem.<br /> - -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Ubi Dictamum inventiam?</i></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i134_dec.jpg" width="136" height="150" alt="Polyphems Emblem" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE SIXTEENTH IDILLION.</h2> - - -<p class="p6">Argument.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p class="p4b">The style of this Poem is more lofty than any of the rest, and -<span class="smcap">Theocritus</span> wrote it to <span class="smcap">Hiero</span>, King of Syracuse in Sicily. -Wherein he reproveth the nigardise of Princes and Great Men -towards the Learned, and namely [<em>especially</em>] Poets: in whose -power it is to make men famous to all posterity. Towards the -end, he praiseth <span class="smcap">Hiero</span>; and prayeth that Sicily may be -delivered by his prowess from the invasions of the Carthaginians. -This Idillion is named <span class="smcap">Hiero</span> in respect of the person to whom it -was written; or <em>Charites</em>, that is, "Graces," in respect of the matter -whereof it treateth.</p></blockquote> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>CHARITES, or HIERO</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i135_dropp.jpg" width="90" alt="P" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Oets</span> have still this care, and still the Muses have this care;</div> - <div class="i6">To magnify the gods with Songs, and men that worthy are.</div> - <div class="i6">The Muses they are goddesses, and gods with praise they crown;</div> - <div class="i6">But we are mortal men, and mortal men let us renown!</div> - <div class="i7">But who, of all the men under the cope of heaven that dwell,</div> - <div class="i6">By opening of his doors, our Graces entertains so well</div> - <div class="i0">That unrewarded quite he doth not send them back again?</div> - <div class="i0">They in a chafe, all barefoot, home to me return with pain:</div> - <div class="i0">And me they greatly blame, and that they went for nought they grudge;</div> - <div class="i0">And all too weary, in the bottom of an empty hutch,</div> - <div class="i0">Laying their heads upon their knees full cold, they still remain:</div> - <div class="i0">Where they do poorly dwell, because they home returned in vain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> - <div class="i1">Of all that living are, who loves a man that speaketh well?</div> - <div class="i0">I know not one. For now a days for deeds that do excel</div> -<div class="bigbracea">}</div> - <div class="i0">Men care not to be praised: but all are overcome with gain.<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">For every man looks round, with hand in bosom, whence amain<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">Coin he may get: whose rust rubbed off, he will not give again.<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">But straightway thus he says, "The leg is further than the knee,</div> - <div class="i0">Let me have gold enough; the gods to Poets pay their fee!"</div> - <div class="i0">Who would another hear, "Enough for all, one <span class="smcap">Homer</span> is;</div> - <div class="i0">Of poets he is Prince: yet gets he nought of me iwis!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Madmen, what gain is this, to hoard up bags of gold within?</div> - <div class="i0">This is not money's use, nor hath to wise men ever been!</div> - <div class="i0">But part is due unto ourselves, part to the Poet's pen;</div> - <div class="i0">And many kinsfolk must be pleasured, and many men:</div> - <div class="i0">And often to the gods thou must do solemn sacrifice.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor must thou keep a sparing house: but when, in friendly wise,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou hast receivèd strangers at thy board; when they will thence,</div> - <div class="i0">Let them depart! But chiefly Poets must thou reverence!</div> - <div class="i0">That after thou art hidden in thy grave, thou mayest hear well!</div> - <div class="i0">Nor basely mayest thou mourn when thou in Acheron dost dwell!</div> - <div class="i0">Like to some ditcher vile, whose hands with work are hard and dry;</div> - <div class="i0">Who from his parents poor, bewails his life in beggary.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">In King <span class="smcap">Antiochus</span> his Court, and King <span class="smcap">Alevas'</span> too</div> - <div class="i0">To distribute the monthly bread a many had to do.</div> - <div class="i0">The Scopedans had many droves of calves, which in their stalls</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> - <div class="i0">'Mong oxen lowed; and shepherds kept, in the Cranonian dales,</div> -<div class="bigbracea">}</div> - <div class="i0">Infinite flocks to bear the hospital [<em>hospitable</em>] <span class="smcap">Creondan</span>'s charge.<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">No pleasure should these men enjoy of their expenses large,<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">When once their souls they had embarked in the Infernal Barge;<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">But leaving all this wealth behind, in wretched misery</div> - <div class="i0">Among the dead, without renown, for ever they should lie:</div> - <div class="i0">Had not <span class="smcap">Simonides</span> the Chian Poet, with his pen</div> - <div class="i0">And with his lute of many strings so famous made these men</div> - <div class="i0">To all posterity. The very horses were renowned;</div> - <div class="i0">Which, from their races swift returned, with olive garlands crowned.</div> - <div class="i1">Whoever should have known the Lycian Princes and their race,</div> - <div class="i0">Or them of Troy, of <span class="smcap">Cignus</span> [<em><span class="smcap">Cycnus</span></em>] with his woman's coloured face:</div> - <div class="i0">Had not the Poets sung the famous Wars of them of old?</div> - <div class="i1">Nor yet <span class="smcap">Ulysses</span> (who, for ten years space on seas was rolled,</div> - <div class="i0">By sundry sorts of men; and who at last went down to Hell</div> - <div class="i0">As yet alive; and from the <span class="smcap">Cyclops'</span> den escapèd well)</div> - <div class="i0">Had got such lasting fame: and drowned should lie in silence deep</div> - <div class="i0">Swineherd <span class="smcap">Eumæus</span>, and <span class="smcap">Philætus</span> who had to keep</div> - <div class="i0">A herd of neat; <span class="smcap">Laertes</span> eke himself had been unknown—</div> - <div class="i0">If far and wide their names, great <span class="smcap">Homer</span>'s verses had not blown.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Immortal fame to mortal men, the Muses nine do give:</div> - <div class="i0">But dead men's wealth is spent and quite consumed of them that live.</div> - <div class="i0">But all one pain[s] it is, to number waves upon the banks,</div> - <div class="i0">Whereof great store, the wind from sea doth blow to land in ranks;</div> - <div class="i0">Or for to wash a brick with water clear till it be white:</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> - <div class="i0">As for to move a man whom avarice doth once delight.</div> - <div class="i0">Therefore "Adieu!" to such a one for me! and let him have</div> - <div class="i0">Huge silver heaps at will, and more and more still let him crave!</div> - <div class="i0">But I, Goodwill of Men, and Honour, will prefer before</div> - <div class="i0">A many mules of price, or many horses kept in store.</div> - <div class="i0">Therefore I ask, To whom shall I be welcome with my train</div> - <div class="i0">Of Muses nine? whose ways are hard, if <span class="smcap">Jove</span> guides not the rein.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">The heavens yet have not left to roll both months and years on reels;</div> - <div class="i0">And many horses yet shall turn about the Chariot's wheels:</div> - <div class="i0">The man shall rise that shall have need of me to set him out;</div> - <div class="i0">Doing such deeds of arms as <span class="smcap">Ajax</span>, or <span class="smcap">Achilles</span> stout,</div> - <div class="i0">Did in the field of Simois, where <span class="smcap">Ilus'</span> bones do rest</div> - <div class="i0">And now the Carthaginians, inhabiting the West,</div> - <div class="i0">Who in the utmost end of Liby' dwell, in arms are prest:</div> - <div class="i0">And now the Syracuseans their spears do carry in the rest;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose left arms laden are with targets made of willow tree.</div> - <div class="i0">'Mongst whom King <span class="smcap">Hiero</span>, the ancient Worthies' match, I see</div> - <div class="i0">In armour shine; whose plume doth overshade his helmet bright.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">O <span class="smcap">Jupiter</span>, and thou <span class="smcap">Minerva</span> fierce in fight,</div> - <div class="i0">And thou <span class="smcap">Proserpina</span> (who, with thy mother, has renown</div> - <div class="i0">By Lysimelia streams, in Ephyra that wealthy town),</div> - <div class="i0">Out of our island drive our enemies, our bitter fate,</div> - <div class="i0">Along the Sardine sea! that death of friends they may relate</div> - <div class="i0">Unto their children and their wives! and that the town opprest</div> - <div class="i0">By enemies, of th' old inhabitants may be possesst!</div> - <div class="i0">That they may till the fields! and sheep upon the downs may bleat</div> - <div class="i0">By thousands infinite, and fat! and that the herds of neat</div> - <div class="i0">As to their stalls they go, may press the ling'ring traveller!</div> - <div class="i0">Let grounds be broken up for seed, what time the grasshopper</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Watching the shepherds by their flocks, in boughs close singing lies!</div> - <div class="i0">And let the spiders spread their slender webs in armories;</div> - <div class="i0">So that of War, the very name may not be heard again!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">But let the Poets strive, King <span class="smcap">Hiero</span>'s glory for to strain</div> - <div class="i0">Beyond the Scythean sea; and far beyond those places where</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Semiramis</span> did build those stately walls, and rule did bear.</div> - <div class="i0">'Mongst whom, I will be one: for many other men beside,</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Jove</span>'s daughters love; whose study still shall be, both far and wide,</div> - <div class="i0">Sicilian Arethusa, with the people, to advance;</div> - <div class="i0">And warlike <span class="smcap">Hiero</span>. Ye Graces! (who keep resiance [<em>residence</em>]</div> - <div class="i0">In the Thessalian Mount Orchomenus; to Thebes of old</div> - <div class="i0">So hateful, though of you beloved) to stay I will be bold,</div> - <div class="i0">Where I am bid to come: and I with them will still remain,</div> - <div class="i0">That shall invite me to their house, with all my Muses' train.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor you, will I forsake! For what to men can lovely be</div> - <div class="i0">Without your company? The Graces always be with me!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="center">Emblem.</p> - -<p class="center"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Si nihil attuleris, ibis <span class="smcap">Homere</span> foras.</i></p> - -<p> </p> - -<p> </p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i139_dec.jpg" width="200" height="167" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE EIGHTEENTH IDILLION.</h2> - - -<p class="p6">Argument.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p class="p4b">Twelve noble Spartan Virgins are brought in singing, in the evening, at -the chamber door of <span class="smcap">Menelaus</span> and <span class="smcap">Helena</span> on their Wedding -Day. And first they prettily jest with the Bridegroom, then they -praise <span class="smcap">Helena</span>, last they wish them both joy of their marriage. -Therefore this Idillion is entitled <cite><span class="smcap">Helen</span>'s Epithalamion</cite> that is -"<span class="smcap">Helen</span>'s Wedding Song."</p></blockquote> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>HELEN's Epithalamion</em>.</h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i140_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i5"> N Sparta, long ago, where <span class="smcap">Menelaus</span> wore the crown,</div> - <div class="i6"> Twelve noble Virgins, daughters to the greatest in the town,</div> - <div class="i6"> All dight upon their hair in crowtoe [<em>hyacinth</em>] garlands fresh and green,</div> - <div class="i6"> Danced at the chamber door of <span class="smcap">Helena</span> the Queen:</div> - <div class="i6">What time this <span class="smcap">Menelaus</span>, the younger son of <span class="smcap">Atreus</span>,</div> - <div class="i6">Did marry with this lovely daughter of Prince <span class="smcap">Tyndarus</span>;</div> - <div class="i6">And therewithal, at eve, a Wedding Song they jointly sang,</div> - <div class="i6">With such a shuffling of their feet that all the palace rang.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Fair Bridegroom, do you sleep? Hath slumber all your limbs</div> -<div class="bigbracea">}</div> - <div class="i1">possesst? <span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">What, are you drowsy? or hath wine your body so oppresst<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">That you are gone to bed? For if you needs would take your rest,<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">You should have ta'en a season meet. Mean time, till it be day</div> - <div class="i0">Suffer the Bride with us, and with her mother dear, to play!</div> - <div class="i0">For, <span class="smcap">Menelaus</span>, She, at evening and at morning tide.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> - <div class="i0">From day to day, and year to year, shall be thy loving Bride.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"O happy Bridegroom, sure some honest man did sneeze to thee,</div> - <div class="i0">When thou to Sparta came, to meet with such a one as She!</div> -<div class="bigbracea">}</div> - <div class="i0">Among the demi-gods thou only art accounted meet<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">To be the Son-in-law to <span class="smcap">Jove</span>! for underneath one sheet<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">His daughter lies with thee! Of all that tread on ground with feet<span class="smallbrace">{ </span></div> - <div class="i0">There is not such a one in Greece! Now sure some goodly thing</div> - <div class="i0">She will thee bear; if it be like the mother that she bring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">For we, her peers in age, whose course of life is e'en the same;</div> - <div class="i0">Who, at Eurotas' streams, like men, are oilèd to the game:</div> - <div class="i0">And four times sixty Maids, of all the women youth we are;</div> - <div class="i0">Of these none wants a fault, if her with <span class="smcap">Helen</span> we compare.</div> - <div class="i0">Like as the rising morn shews a grateful lightening,</div> - <div class="i0">When sacred night is past; and Winter now lets loose the Spring:</div> - <div class="i0">So glittering <span class="smcap">Helen</span> shined among her Maids, lusty and tall.</div> - <div class="i0">As is the furrow in a field that far outstretcheth all;</div> - <div class="i0">Or in a garden is a cypress tree; or in a trace,</div> - <div class="i0">A steed of Thessaly; so She to Sparta was a grace.</div> - <div class="i0">No damsel with such works as She, her baskets used to fill;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor in a divers coloured web, a woof of greater skill</div> - <div class="i0">Doth cut off from the loom; nor any hath such Songs and Lays</div> - <div class="i0">Unto her dainty harp, in <span class="smcap">Dian</span>'s and <span class="smcap">Minerva</span>'s praise,</div> - <div class="i0">As <span class="smcap">Helen</span> hath: in whose bright eyes all Loves and Graces be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"O fair, O lovely Maid! a Matron is now made of thee!</div> - <div class="i0">But we will, every Spring, unto the leaves in meadow go</div> - <div class="i0">To gather garlands sweet; and there, not with a little woe,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Will often think of thee, O <span class="smcap">Helen</span>! as the suckling lambs</div> - <div class="i0">Desire the strouting bags and presence of their tender dams.</div> - <div class="i0">We all betimes for thee, a wreath of melitoe will knit;</div> - <div class="i0">And on a shady plane for thee will safely fasten it.</div> - <div class="i0">And all betimes for thee, under a shady plane below,</div> - <div class="i0">Out of a silver box the sweetest ointment will bestow.</div> - <div class="i0">And letters shall be written in the bark that men may see,</div> - <div class="i0">And read, DO HUMBLE REVERENCE, FOR I AM HELEN'S TREE!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Sweet Bride, good night! and thou, O happy Bridegroom, now good night!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Latona</span> send your happy issue! who is most of might</div> - <div class="i0">In helping youth; and blissful <span class="smcap">Venus</span> send you equal love</div> - <div class="i0">Betwixt you both! and <span class="smcap">Jove</span> give lasting riches from above,</div> - <div class="i0">Which from your noble selves, unto your noble imps may fall!</div> - <div class="i0">Sleep on, and breathe into your breasts desires mutual!</div> - <div class="i0">But in the morning, wake! Forget it not in any wise!</div> - <div class="i0">And we will then return; as soon as any one shall rise</div> - <div class="i0">And in the chamber stir, and first of all lift up the head!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hymen! O Hymen!</span> now be gladsome at this marriage bed!"</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="center">Emblem.</p> - -<p class="center"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Usque adeo latet utilitas.</i></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE TWENTY-FIRST IDILLION.</h2> - - -<p class="p6">Argument.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p class="p4b">A Neatherd is brought chafing that <span class="smcap">Eunica</span>, a Maid of the city, disdained -to kiss him. Whereby it is thought that <span class="smcap">Theocritus</span> -seemeth to check them that think this kind of writing in Poetry -to be too base and rustical. And therefore this Poem is termed -<cite>Neatherd</cite>.</p></blockquote> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>NEATHERD.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i143_drope.jpg" width="90" alt="E" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Unica</span> scorned me, when her I would have sweetly kist</div> - <div class="i6">And railing at me said, "Go with a mischief, where thou list!</div> - <div class="i6">Thinkest thou, a wretched Neatherd, me to kiss! I have no will</div> - <div class="i6">After the country guise to smouch! Of city lips I skill!</div> - <div class="i6">My lovely mouth, so much as in thy dream, thou shalt not touch!</div> - <div class="i6">How dost thou look! How dost thou talk! How play'st thou the slouch!</div> - <div class="i0">How daintily thou speak'st! What Courting words thou bringest out!</div> - <div class="i0">How soft a beard thou hast! How fair thy locks hang round about!</div> - <div class="i0">Thy lips are like a sick man's lips! thy hands, so black they be!</div> - <div class="i0">And rankly thou dost smell! Away, lest thou defilest me!"</div> - <div class="i1">Having thus said, she spattered on her bosom twice or thrice;</div> - <div class="i0">And, still beholding me from top to toe in scornful wise,</div> - <div class="i0">She muttered with her lips; and with her eyes she looked aside,</div> - <div class="i0">And of her beauty wondrous coy she was; her mouth she wryed,</div> - <div class="i0">And proudly mocked me to my face. My blood boiled in each vein,</div> - <div class="i0">And red I wox for grief as doth the rose with dewy rain.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus leaving me, away she flang! Since when, it vexeth me</div> - <div class="i0">That I should be so scorned of such a filthy drab as She.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> - <div class="i1">"Ye shepherds, tell me true, am not I as fair as any swan?</div> - <div class="i0">Hath of a sudden any god made me another man?</div> - <div class="i0">For well I wot, before a comely grace in me did shine,</div> - <div class="i0">Like ivy round about a tree, and decked this beard of mine.</div> - <div class="i0">My crispèd locks, like parsley, on my temples wont to spread;</div> - <div class="i0">And on my eyebrows black a milk white forehead glisterèd:</div> - <div class="i0">More seemly were mine eyes than are <span class="smcap">Minerva</span>'s eyes, I know.</div> - <div class="i0">My mouth for sweetness passèd cheese; and from my mouth did flow</div> - <div class="i0">A voice more sweet than honeycombs. Sweet is my Roundelay</div> - <div class="i0">When on the whistle, flute, or pipe, or cornet I do play.</div> - <div class="i0">And all the women on our hills do say that I am fair,</div> - <div class="i0">And all do love me well: but these that breathe the city air</div> - <div class="i0">Did never love me yet. And why? The cause is this I know.</div> - <div class="i0">That I a Neatherd am. They hear not how in vales below,</div> - <div class="i0">Fair <span class="smcap">Bacchus</span> kept a herd of beasts. Nor can these nice ones tell</div> - <div class="i0">How <span class="smcap">Venus</span>, raving for a Neatherd's love, with him did dwell</div> - <div class="i0">Upon the hills of Phrygia; and how she loved again</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Adonis</span> in the woods, and mourned in woods when he was slain.</div> - <div class="i0">Who was <span class="smcap">Endymion</span>? Was he not a Neatherd? Yet the Moon</div> - <div class="i0">Did love this Neatherd so, that, from the heavens descending soon,</div> - <div class="i0">She came to Latmos grove where with the dainty lad she lay.</div> - <div class="i0">And <span class="smcap">Rhea</span>, thou a Neatherd dost bewail! and thou, all day,</div> - <div class="i0">O mighty <span class="smcap">Jupiter</span>! but for a shepherd's boy didst stray!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eunica</span> only, deigned not a Neatherd for to love:</div> - <div class="i0">Better, forsooth, than <span class="smcap">Cybel</span>, <span class="smcap">Venus</span>, or the Moon above!</div> - <div class="i0">And <span class="smcap">Venus</span>, thou hereafter must not love thy fair <span class="smcap">Adone</span></div> - <div class="i0">In city, nor on hill! but all the night must sleep alone!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i9">Emblem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Habitarunt Dii quoque sylvas.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE THIRTY-FIRST IDILLION.</h2> - - -<p class="p6">Argument</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p class="p4b">The conceit of this Idillion is very delicate. Wherein it is imagined -how <span class="smcap">Venus</span> did send for the Boar who in hunting slew <span class="smcap">Adonis</span>, a -dainty youth whom she loved: and how the Boar answering for -himself that he slew him against his will, as being enamoured on -him, and thinking only to kiss his naked thigh; she forgave him. -The Poet's drift is to shew the power of Love, not only in men, but -also in brute beasts: although in the last two verses, by the burning -of the Boar's amorous teeth, he intimateth that extravagant and -unorderly passions are to be restrained by reason.</p></blockquote> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>ADONIS.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i145_dropw.jpg" width="100" alt="W" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"> <span class="smcap">Hen Venus</span> first did see</div> - <div class="i7"><span class="smcap">Adonis</span> dead to be;</div> - <div class="i7">With woeful tattered hair</div> - <div class="i7">And cheeks so wan and sear,</div> - <div class="i7">The wingèd Loves she bade,</div> - <div class="i7">The Boar should straight be had.</div> - <div class="i0">Forthwith like birds they fly,</div> - <div class="i0">And through the wood they hie;</div> - <div class="i0">The woeful beast they find,</div> - <div class="i0">And him with cords they bind.</div> - <div class="i0">One with a rope before</div> - <div class="i0">Doth lead the captive Boar:</div> - <div class="i0">Another on his back</div> - <div class="i0">Doth make his bow to crack.</div> - <div class="i0">The beast went wretchedly,</div> - <div class="i0">For <span class="smcap">Venus</span> horribly</div> - <div class="i0">He feared; who thus him curst:</div> - <div class="i1">"Of all the beasts the worst,</div> - <div class="i0">Didst thou this thigh so wound?</div> - <div class="i0">Didst thou my Love confound?"</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> - <div class="i1">The beast thus spake in fear</div> - <div class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Venus</span>, to thee I swear!</div> - <div class="i0">By thee, and husband thine,</div> - <div class="i0">And by these bands of mine,</div> - <div class="i0">And by these hunters all,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy husband fair and tall,</div> - <div class="i0">I mindèd not to kill!</div> - <div class="i0">But, as an image still,</div> - <div class="i0">I him beheld for love:</div> - <div class="i0">Which made me forward shove</div> - <div class="i0">His thigh, that naked was;</div> - <div class="i0">Thinking to kiss, alas,</div> - <div class="i0">And that hath hurt me thus.</div> - <div class="i1">"Wherefore these teeth, <span class="smcap">Venus</span>!</div> - <div class="i0">Or punish, or cut out:</div> - <div class="i0">Why bear I in my snout</div> - <div class="i0">These needless teeth about!</div> - <div class="i0">If these may not suffice;</div> - <div class="i0">Cut off my chaps likewise!"</div> - <div class="i1">To ruth he <span class="smcap">Venus</span> moves,</div> - <div class="i0">And she commands the Loves,</div> - <div class="i0">His bands for to untie.</div> - <div class="i1">After he came not nigh</div> - <div class="i0">The wood; but at her will</div> - <div class="i0">He followed <span class="smcap">Venus</span> still.</div> - <div class="i0">And coming to the fire,</div> - <div class="i0">He burnt up his desire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Emblem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Raris forma viris, secula prospice</i></div> - <div class="i0"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Impunita fuit.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p3"><span class="gesperrt">FINIS.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p> - -<div class="title"> -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i147_title.jpg" width="500" height="139" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="THE_AFFECTIONATE" id="THE_AFFECTIONATE"></a>The Affectionate<br /> -<span class="small80">Shepheard.</span></h2> - -<p class="p6">Containing the Complaint of <em>Daphnis</em> for<br /> -the loue of <em>Ganymede</em>.</p> - -<p class="p6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Amor plus mellis, quam fellis, est.</i></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i147_titlea.jpg" width="300" height="317" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p3a"><span class="gesperrt">LONDON,</span><br /> -Printed by Iohn Danter for T.G. and E.N.<br /> -<span class="small80">and are to bee sold in Saint Dunstones<br /> -Church-yeard in Fleetstreet,<br /> -<span class="gesperrt">1594</span>.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148"></a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> - -<div class="title"> -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i149_header.jpg" width="500" height="124" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To the Right Excellent<br /> - -<span class="small70">and most beautifull Lady, the Ladie</span><br /> - -<span class="small90">PENELOPE RITCH.</span></h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i149_dropf.jpg" width="90" height="90" alt="F" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><em>Ayre louely Ladie, vvhose Angelique eyes</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Are Vestall Candles of sweet Beauties Treasure,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Whose speech is able to inchaunt the wise,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Conuerting Ioy to Paine, and Paine to Pleasure;</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>Accept this simple Toy of my Soules Dutie,</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>Which I present vnto thy matchles Beautie.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>And albeit the gift be all too meane,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Too meane an Offring for thine Iuorie Shrine;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet must thy Beautie my iust blame susteane,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Since it is mortall, but thy selfe diuine.</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Then</em> (<em>Noble Ladie</em>) <em>take in gentle vvorth,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>This new-borne Babe which here my Muse brings forth.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Your Honours most affectionate</div> - <div class="i5">and perpetually deuoted Shepheard:</div> - <div class="i14"><em class="gesperrt"><em>DAPHNIS</em>.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i149_footer.jpg" width="500" height="126" alt="" /> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i150_dec.jpg" width="400" height="306" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i151_header.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><span class="gesperrt">The Teares of an</span><br /> - -<span class="small60">affectionate Shepheard sicke</span><br /> - -<span class="small60">for Loue.</span></h2> - -<p class="p6"><em class="gesperrt">OR</em><br /> - -The Complaint of <em>Daphnis</em> for the Loue<br /> - -of <em>Ganimede</em>.</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i151_drops.jpg" width="120" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8">Carce had the morning Starre hid from the light</div> - <div class="i8"> Heauens crimson Canopie with stars bespangled,</div> - <div class="i8"> But I began to rue th'vnhappy sight</div> - <div class="i8"> Of that faire Boy that had my hart intangled;</div> - <div class="i9">Cursing the Time, the Place, the sense, the sin;</div> - <div class="i9">I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If it be sinne to loue a sweet-fac'd Boy,</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose amber locks trust vp in golden tramels</div> - <div class="i0">Dangle adowne his louely cheekes with ioy,</div> - <div class="i0">When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels)</div> - <div class="i1">If it be sinne to loue a louely Lad;</div> - <div class="i1">Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His Iuory-white and Alabaster skin</div> - <div class="i0">Is staind throughout with rare Vermillion red,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose twinckling starrie lights do neuer blin</div> - <div class="i0">To shine on louely <em>Venus</em> (Beauties bed:)</div> - <div class="i1">But as the Lillie and the blushing Rose,</div> - <div class="i1">So white and red on him in order growes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Vpon a time the Nymphs bestird them-selues</div> - <div class="i0">To trie who could his beautie soonest win:</div> - <div class="i0">But he accounted them but all as Elues,</div> - <div class="i0">Except it were the faire Queene <em>Guendolen</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">Her he embrac'd, of her was beloued,</div> - <div class="i1">With plaints he proued, and with teares he moued.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But her an Old-Man had beene sutor too,</div> - <div class="i0">That in his age began to doate againe;</div> - <div class="i0">Her would he often pray, and often woo,</div> - <div class="i0">When through old-age enfeebled was his Braine:</div> - <div class="i0">But she before had lou'd a lustie youth</div> - <div class="i0">That now was dead, the cause of all her ruth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And thus it hapned, Death and <em>Cupid</em> met</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon a time at swilling <em>Bacchus</em> house,</div> - <div class="i0">Where daintie cates vpon the Board were set,</div> - <div class="i0">And Goblets full of wine to drinke carouse:</div> - <div class="i1">Where Loue and Death did loue the licor so,</div> - <div class="i1">That out they fall and to the fray they goe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And hauing both their Quiuers at their backe</div> - <div class="i0">Fild full of Arrows; Th'one of fatall steele,</div> - <div class="i0">The other all of gold; Deaths shaft was black,</div> - <div class="i0">But Loues was yellow: Fortune turnd her wheele;</div> - <div class="i1">And from Deaths Quiuer fell a fatall shaft,</div> - <div class="i1">That vnder <em>Cupid</em> by the winde was waft.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And at the same time by ill hap there fell</div> - <div class="i0">Another Arrow out of <em>Cupids</em> Quiuer;</div> - <div class="i0">The which was carried by the winde at will,</div> - <div class="i0">And vnder Death the amorous shaft did shiuer:</div> - <div class="i1">They being parted, Loue tooke vp Deaths dart,</div> - <div class="i1">And Death tooke vp Loues Arrow (for his part.)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus as they wandred both about the world,</div> - <div class="i0">At last Death met with one of feeble age:</div> - <div class="i0">Wherewith he drew a shaft and at him hurld</div> - <div class="i0">The vnknowne Arrow; (with a furious rage)</div> - <div class="i1">Thinking to strike him dead with Deaths blacke dart,</div> - <div class="i1">But he (alas) with Loue did wound his hart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> - <div class="i0">This was the doting foole, this was the man</div> - <div class="i0">That lou'd faire <em>Guendolena</em> Queene of Beautie;</div> - <div class="i0">Shee cannot shake him off, doo what she can,</div> - <div class="i0">For he hath vowd to her his soules last duety:</div> - <div class="i1">Making him trim vpon the holy-daies;</div> - <div class="i1">And crownes his Loue with Garlands made of Baies.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now doth he stroke his Beard; and now (againe)</div> - <div class="i0">He wipes the driuel from his filthy chin;</div> - <div class="i0">Now offers he a kisse; but high Disdaine</div> - <div class="i0">Will not permit her hart to pity him:</div> - <div class="i1">Her hart more hard than Adamant or steele,</div> - <div class="i1">Her hart more changeable than Fortunes wheele.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But leaue we him in loue (vp to the eares)</div> - <div class="i0">And tell how Loue behau'd himselfe abroad;</div> - <div class="i0">Who seeing one that mourned still in teares</div> - <div class="i0">(a young-man groaning vnder Loues great Load)</div> - <div class="i1">Thinking to ease his Burden, rid his paines:</div> - <div class="i1">For men haue griefe as long as life remaines.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Alas (the while) that vnawares he drue</div> - <div class="i0">The fatall shaft that Death had dropt before;</div> - <div class="i0">By which deceit great harme did then issue,</div> - <div class="i0">Stayning his face with blood and filthy goare.</div> - <div class="i1">His face, that was to <em>Guendolen</em> more deere</div> - <div class="i1">Than loue of Lords, of any lordly Peere.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This was that faire and beautifull young-man,</div> - <div class="i0">Whom <em>Guendolena</em> so lamented for;</div> - <div class="i0">This is that Loue whom she doth curse and ban,</div> - <div class="i0">Because she doth that dismall chaunce abhor:</div> - <div class="i1">And if it were not for his Mothers sake,</div> - <div class="i1">Euen <em>Ganimede</em> himselfe she would forsake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh would shee would forsake my <em>Ganimede</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose sugred loue is full of sweete delight,</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon whose fore-head you may plainely reade</div> - <div class="i0">Loues Pleasure, grau'd in yuorie Tables bright:</div> - <div class="i1">In whose faire eye-balls you may clearely see</div> - <div class="i1">Base Loue still staind with foule indignitie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Oh would to God he would but pitty mee,</div> - <div class="i0">That loue him more than any mortall wight;</div> - <div class="i0">Then he and I with loue would soone agree,</div> - <div class="i0">That now cannot abide his Sutors sight.</div> - <div class="i1">O would to God (so I might haue my fee)</div> - <div class="i1">My lips were honey, and thy mouth a Bee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then shouldst thou sucke my sweete and my faire flower</div> - <div class="i0">That now is ripe, and full of honey-berries:</div> - <div class="i0">Then would I leade thee to my pleasant Bower</div> - <div class="i0">Fild full of Grapes, of Mulberries, and Cherries;</div> - <div class="i1">Then shouldst thou be my Waspe or else my Bee,</div> - <div class="i1">I would thy hiue, and thou my honey bee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I would put amber Bracelets on thy wrests,</div> - <div class="i0">Crownets of Pearle about thy naked Armes:</div> - <div class="i0">And when thou sitst at swilling <em>Bacchus</em> feasts</div> - <div class="i0">My lips with charmes should saue thee from all harmes:</div> - <div class="i1">And when in sleepe thou tookst thy chiefest Pleasure,</div> - <div class="i1">Mine eyes should gaze vpon thine eye-lids Treasure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And euery Morne by dawning of the day,</div> - <div class="i0">When <em>Phœbus</em> riseth with a blushing face,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Siluanus</em> Chappel-Clarkes shall chaunt a Lay,</div> - <div class="i0">And play thee hunts-vp in thy resting place:</div> - <div class="i1">My Coote thy Chamber, my bosome thy Bed;</div> - <div class="i1">Shall be appointed for thy sleepy head.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when it pleaseth thee to walke abroad,</div> - <div class="i0">(Abroad into the fields to take fresh ayre:)</div> - <div class="i0">The Meades with <em>Floras</em> treasure should be strowde,</div> - <div class="i0">(The mantled meaddowes, and the fields so fayre.)</div> - <div class="i1">And by a siluer Well (with golden sands)</div> - <div class="i1">Ile sit me downe, and wash thine yuory hands.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And in the sweltring heate of summer time,</div> - <div class="i0">I would make Cabinets for thee (my Loue:)</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet-smelling Arbours made of Eglantine</div> - <div class="i0">Should be thy shrine, and I would be thy Doue.</div> - <div class="i1">Coole Cabinets of fresh greene Laurell boughs</div> - <div class="i1">Should shadow vs, ore-set with thicke-set Eughes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Or if thou list to bathe thy naked limbs,</div> - <div class="i0">Within the Christall of a Pearle-bright brooke,</div> - <div class="i0">Paued with dainty pibbles to the brims;</div> - <div class="i0">Or cleare, wherein thyselfe thy selfe mayst looke;</div> - <div class="i1">Weele goe to <em>Ladon</em>, whose still trickling noyse,</div> - <div class="i1">Will lull thee fast asleepe amids thy ioyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or if thoult goe vnto the Riuer side,</div> - <div class="i0">To angle for the sweet fresh-water fish:</div> - <div class="i0">Arm'd with thy implements that will abide</div> - <div class="i0">(Thy rod, hooke, line) to take a dainty dish;</div> - <div class="i1">Thy rods shall be of cane, thy lines of silke,</div> - <div class="i1">Thy hooks of siluer, and thy bayts of milke.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or if thou lou'st to heare sweet Melodie,</div> - <div class="i0">Or pipe a Round vpon an Oaten Reede,</div> - <div class="i0">Or make thy selfe glad with some myrthfull glee,</div> - <div class="i0">Or play them Musicke whilst thy flocke doth feede;</div> - <div class="i1">To <em>Pans</em> owne Pipe Ile helpe my louely Lad,</div> - <div class="i1">(<em>Pans</em> golden Pype) which he of <em>Syrinx</em> had.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or if thou dar'st to climbe the highest Trees</div> - <div class="i0">For Apples, Cherries, Medlars, Peares, or Plumbs,</div> - <div class="i0">Nuts, Walnuts, Filbeards, Chest-nuts, Ceruices,</div> - <div class="i0">The hoary Peach, when snowy winter comes;</div> - <div class="i1">I have fine Orchards full of mellowed frute;</div> - <div class="i1">Which I will giue thee to obtain my sute.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not proud <em>Alcynous</em> himselfe can vaunt,</div> - <div class="i0">Of goodlier Orchards or of brauer Trees</div> - <div class="i0">Than I haue planted; yet thou wilt not graunt</div> - <div class="i0">My simple sute; but like the honey Bees</div> - <div class="i1">Thou suckst the flowre till all the sweet be gone;</div> - <div class="i1">And lou'st mee for my Coyne till I haue none.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Leave <em>Guendolen</em> (sweet hart) though she be faire</div> - <div class="i0">Yet is she light; not light in vertue shining:</div> - <div class="i0">But light in her behauiour, to impaire</div> - <div class="i0">Her honour in her Chastities declining;</div> - <div class="i1">Trust not her teares, for they can watonnize,</div> - <div class="i1">When teares in pearle are trickling from her eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> - <div class="i0">If thou wilt come and dwell with me at home;</div> - <div class="i0">My sheep-cote shall be strowd with new greene rushes:</div> - <div class="i0">Weele haunt the trembling Prickets as they rome</div> - <div class="i0">About the fields, along the hauthorne bushes;</div> - <div class="i1">I haue a pie-bald Curre to hunt the Hare:</div> - <div class="i1">So we will liue with daintie forrest fare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nay more than this, I haue a Garden-plot,</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein there wants nor hearbs, nor roots, nor flowers;</div> - <div class="i0">(Flowers to smell, roots to eate, hearbs for the pot,)</div> - <div class="i0">And dainty Shelters when the Welkin lowers:</div> - <div class="i1">Sweet-smelling Beds of Lillies and of Roses,</div> - <div class="i1">Which Rosemary banks and Lauender incloses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There growes the Gilliflowre, the Mynt, the Dayzie</div> - <div class="i0">(Both red and white,) the blew-veynd-Violet:</div> - <div class="i0">The purple Hyacinth, the Spyke to please thee,</div> - <div class="i0">The scarlet dyde Carnation bleeding yet;</div> - <div class="i1">The Sage, the Sauery, and sweet Margerum,</div> - <div class="i1">Isop, Tyme, and Eye-bright, good for the blinde and dumbe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Pinke, the Primrose, Cowslip, and Daffadilly,</div> - <div class="i0">The Hare-bell blue, the crimson Cullumbine,</div> - <div class="i0">Sage, Lettis, Parsley, and the milke-white Lilly,</div> - <div class="i0">The Rose, and speckled flowre cald Sops in wine,</div> - <div class="i1">Fine pretie King-cups, and the yellow Bootes,</div> - <div class="i1">That growes by Riuers, and by shallow Brookes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And manie thousand moe (I cannot name)</div> - <div class="i0">Of hearbs and flowers that in gardens grow,</div> - <div class="i0">I haue for thee; and Coneyes that be tame,</div> - <div class="i0">Yong Rabbets, white as Swan, and blacke as Crow,</div> - <div class="i1">Some speckled here and there with daintie spots:</div> - <div class="i1">And more I haue two mylch and milke-white Goates.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All these, and more, Ile giue thee for thy loue;</div> - <div class="i0">If these, and more, may tyce thy loue away:</div> - <div class="i0">I haue a Pidgeon-house, in it a Doue,</div> - <div class="i0">Which I loue more than mortall tongue can say:</div> - <div class="i1">And last of all, Ile giue thee a little Lambe</div> - <div class="i1">To play withall, new weaned from her Dam.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But if thou wilt not pittie my Complaint,</div> - <div class="i0">My Teares, nor Vowes, nor Oathes, made to thy Beautie:</div> - <div class="i0">What shall I doo? But languish, die, or faint,</div> - <div class="i0">Since thou dost scorne my Teares, and my Soules Duetie:</div> - <div class="i1">And Teares contemned, Vowes and Oaths must faile;</div> - <div class="i1">For where Teares cannot, nothing can preuaile.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Compare the loue of faire Queene <em>Guendolin</em></div> - <div class="i0">With mine, and thou shalt [s]ee how she doth loue thee:</div> - <div class="i0">I loue thee for thy qualities diuine,</div> - <div class="i0">But She doth loue another Swaine aboue thee:</div> - <div class="i1">I loue thee for thy gifts, She for hir pleasure;</div> - <div class="i1">I for thy Vertue, She for Beauties treasure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And alwaies (I am sure) it cannot last,</div> - <div class="i0">But sometime Nature will denie those dimples:</div> - <div class="i0">In steed of Beautie (when thy Blossom's past)</div> - <div class="i0">Thy face will be deformed, full of wrinckles:</div> - <div class="i1">Then She that lou'd thee for thy Beauties sake,</div> - <div class="i1">When Age drawes on, thy loue will soone forsake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But I that lou'd thee for thy gifts diuine,</div> - <div class="i0">In the December of thy Beauties waning,</div> - <div class="i0">Will still admire (with ioy) those louely eine,</div> - <div class="i0">That now behold me with their beauties baning:</div> - <div class="i1">Though Ianuarie will neuer come againe,</div> - <div class="i1">Yet Aprill yeres will come in showers of raine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When will my May come, that I may embrace thee?</div> - <div class="i0">When will the hower be of my soules ioying?</div> - <div class="i0">Why dost thou seeke in mirthe still to disgrace mee?</div> - <div class="i0">Whose mirth's my health, whose griefe's my harts annoying.</div> - <div class="i1">Thy bane my bale, thy blisse my blessednes,</div> - <div class="i1">Thy ill my hell, thy weale my welfare is.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus doo I honour thee that loue thee so,</div> - <div class="i0">And loue thee so, that so doo honour thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Much more than anie mortall man doth know,</div> - <div class="i0">Or can discerne by Loue or Iealozie:</div> - <div class="i1">But if that thou disdainst my louing euer;</div> - <div class="i1">Oh happie I, if I had loued neuer. <em>Finis.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Plus fellis quam mellis Amor.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>The second Dayes Lamentation of<br /> - -<span class="small80">the <em>Affectionate Shepheard</em>.</span></h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i158_dropn.jpg" width="90" alt="N" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ext Morning when the golden Sunne was risen,</div> - <div class="i6"> And new had bid good morrow to the Mountaines;</div> - <div class="i6"> When Night her siluer light had lockt in prison,</div> - <div class="i6"> Which gaue a glimmering on the christall Fountaines:</div> - <div class="i7">Then ended sleepe: and then my cares began,</div> - <div class="i7">Eu'n with the vprising of the siluer Swan.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O glorious Sunne quoth I, (viewing the Sunne)</div> - <div class="i0">That lightenst euerie thing but me alone:</div> - <div class="i0">Why is my Summer season almost done?</div> - <div class="i0">My Spring-time past, and Ages Autumne gone?</div> - <div class="i1">My Haruest's come, and yet I reapt no corne:</div> - <div class="i1">My loue is great, and yet I am forlorne.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Witnes these watrie eyes my sad lament</div> - <div class="i0">(Receauing cisternes of my ceaseles teares),</div> - <div class="i0">Witnes my bleeding hart my soules intent,</div> - <div class="i0">Witnes the weight distressed <em>Daphnis</em> beares:</div> - <div class="i1">Sweet Loue, come ease me of thy burthens paine;</div> - <div class="i1">Or els I die, or else my hart is slaine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And thou loue-scorning Boy, cruell, vnkinde;</div> - <div class="i0">Oh let me once againe intreat some pittie:</div> - <div class="i0">May be thou wilt relent thy marble minde,</div> - <div class="i0">And lend thine eares vnto my dolefull Dittie:</div> - <div class="i1">Oh pittie him, that pittie craues so sweetly;</div> - <div class="i1">Or else thou shalt be neuer named meekly.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If thou wilt loue me, thou shalt be my Boy,</div> - <div class="i0">My sweet Delight, the Comfort of my minde,</div> - <div class="i0">My Loue, my Doue, my Sollace, and my Ioy:</div> - <div class="i0">But if I can no grace nor mercie finde,</div> - <div class="i1">Ile goe to <em>Caucasus</em> to ease my smart,</div> - <div class="i1">And let a Vulture gnaw vpon my hart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Yet if thou wilt but show me one kinde looke</div> - <div class="i0">(A small reward for my so great affection)</div> - <div class="i0">Ile graue thy name in Beauties golden Booke,</div> - <div class="i0">And shrowd thee vnder <em>Hellicons</em> protection;</div> - <div class="i1">Making the Muses chaunt thy louely prayse:</div> - <div class="i1">(For they delight in Shepheards lowly layes.)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when th'art wearie of thy keeping Sheepe</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon a louely Downe, (to please thy minde)</div> - <div class="i0">Ile giue thee fine ruffe-footed Doues to keepe,</div> - <div class="i0">And pretie Pidgeons of another kinde:</div> - <div class="i1">A Robbin-red-brest shall thy Minstrell bee,</div> - <div class="i1">Chirping thee sweet, and pleasant Melodie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or if thou wilt goe shoote at little Birds</div> - <div class="i0">With bow and boult (the Thrustle-cocke and Sparrow)</div> - <div class="i0">Such as our Countrey hedges can afford's;</div> - <div class="i0">I haue a fine bowe, and an yuorie arrow:</div> - <div class="i1">And if thou misse, yet meate thou shalt [not] lacke,</div> - <div class="i1">Ile hang a bag and bottle at thy backe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wilt thou set springes in a frostie Night,</div> - <div class="i0">To catch the long-billd Woodcocke and the Snype?</div> - <div class="i0">(By the bright glimmering of the Starrie light)</div> - <div class="i0">The Partridge, Phæsant, or the greedie Grype?</div> - <div class="i1">Ile lend thee lyme-twigs, and fine sparrow calls,</div> - <div class="i1">Wherewith the Fowler silly Birds inthralls.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or in a mystie morning if thou wilt</div> - <div class="i0">Make pit-falls for the Larke and Pheldifare;</div> - <div class="i0">Thy prop and sweake shall be both ouer-guilt;</div> - <div class="i0">With <em>Cyparissus</em> selfe thou shalt compare</div> - <div class="i1">For gins and wyles, the Oozels to beguile;</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst thou vnder a bush shalt sit and smile.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or with Hare-pypes (set in a muset hole)</div> - <div class="i0">Wilt thou deceaue the deep-earth-deluing Coney?</div> - <div class="i0">Or wilt thou in a yellow Boxen bole,</div> - <div class="i0">Taste with a woodden splent the sweet lythe honey?</div> - <div class="i1">Clusters of crimson Grapes Ile pull thee downe;</div> - <div class="i1">And with Vine-leaues make thee a louely Crowne.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Or wilt thou drinke a cup of new-made Wine</div> - <div class="i0">Froathing at top, mixt with a dish of Creame;</div> - <div class="i0">And Straw-berries, or Bil-berries in their prime,</div> - <div class="i0">Bath'd in a melting Sugar-Candie streame:</div> - <div class="i1">Bunnell and Perry I haue for thee (alone)</div> - <div class="i1">When Vynes are dead, and all the Grapes are gone.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I have a pleasant noted Nightingale,</div> - <div class="i0">(That sings as sweetly as the siluer Swan)</div> - <div class="i0">Kept in a Cage of bone; as white as Whale,</div> - <div class="i0">Which I with singing of <em>Philemon</em> wan:</div> - <div class="i1">Her shalt thou haue, and all I haue beside;</div> - <div class="i1">If thou wilt be my Boy, or else my Bride.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then will I lay out all my Lardarie</div> - <div class="i0">(Of Cheese, of Cracknells, Curds and Clowted-creame)</div> - <div class="i0">Before thy male-content ill-pleasing eye:</div> - <div class="i0">But why doo I of such great follies dreame?</div> - <div class="i1">Alas, he will not see my simple Coate;</div> - <div class="i1">For all my speckled Lambe, nor milk-white Goate.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Against my Birth-day thou shalt be my guest:</div> - <div class="i0">Weele haue Greene-cheeses and fine Silly-bubs;</div> - <div class="i0">And thou shalt be the chiefe of all my feast.</div> - <div class="i0">And I will giue thee two fine pretie Cubs,</div> - <div class="i1">With two young Whelps, to make thee sport withall,</div> - <div class="i1">A golden Racket, and a Tennis-ball.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A guilded Nutmeg, and a race of Ginger,</div> - <div class="i0">A silken Girdle, and a drawn-worke Band,</div> - <div class="i0">Cuffs for thy wrists, a gold Ring for thy finger,</div> - <div class="i0">And sweet Rose-water for thy Lilly-white hand,</div> - <div class="i1">A Purse of silke, bespangd with spots of gold,</div> - <div class="i1">As braue a one as ere thou didst behold.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A paire of Kniues, a greene Hat and a Feather,</div> - <div class="i0">New Gloues to put vpon thy milk-white hand</div> - <div class="i0">Ile giue thee, for to keep thee from the weather;</div> - <div class="i0">With Phœnix feathers shall thy Face be fand,</div> - <div class="i1">Cooling those Cheekes, that being cool'd wexe red,</div> - <div class="i1">Like Lillyes in a bed of Roses shed.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Why doo thy Corall lips disdaine to kisse,</div> - <div class="i0">And sucke that Sweete, which manie haue desired?</div> - <div class="i0">That Baulme my Bane, that meanes would mend my misse:</div> - <div class="i0">Oh let me then with thy sweete Lips b'inspired;</div> - <div class="i1">When thy Lips touch my Lips, my Lips will turne</div> - <div class="i1">To Corall too, and being cold yce will burne.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Why should thy sweete Loue-locke hang dangling downe,</div> - <div class="i0">Kissing thy girdle-steed with falling pride?</div> - <div class="i0">Although thy Skin be white, thy haire is browne:</div> - <div class="i0">Oh let not then thy haire thy beautie hide;</div> - <div class="i1">Cut off thy Locke, and sell it for gold wier:</div> - <div class="i1">(The purest gold is tryde in hottest fier).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Faire-long-haire-wearing <em>Absolon</em> was kild,</div> - <div class="i0">Because he wore it in a brauerie:</div> - <div class="i0">So that whiche gracde his Beautie, Beautie spild,</div> - <div class="i0">Making him subiect to vile slauerie,</div> - <div class="i1">In being hangd: a death for him too good,</div> - <div class="i1">That sought his owne shame, and his Fathers blood.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Againe, we read of old King <em>Priamus</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">(The haplesse syre of valiant <em>Hector</em> slaine)</div> - <div class="i0">That his haire was so long and odious</div> - <div class="i0">In youth, that in his age it bred his paine:</div> - <div class="i1">For if his haire had not been halfe so long,</div> - <div class="i1">His life had been, and he had had no wrong.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For when his stately Citie was destroyd</div> - <div class="i0">(That Monument of great Antiquitie)</div> - <div class="i0">When his poore hart (with griefe and sorrow cloyd)</div> - <div class="i0">Fled to his Wife (last hope in miserie;)</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Pyrrhus</em> (more hard than Adamantine rockes)</div> - <div class="i1">Held him and halde him by his aged lockes.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These two examples by the way I show,</div> - <div class="i0">To proue th'indecencie of mens long haire:</div> - <div class="i0">Though I could tell thee of a thousand moe,</div> - <div class="i0">Let these suffice for thee (my louely Faire)</div> - <div class="i1">Whose eye's my starre; whose smiling is my Sunne;</div> - <div class="i1">Whose loue did ende before my ioys begunne.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Fond Loue is blinde, and so art thou (my Deare)</div> - <div class="i0">For thou seest not my Loue, and great desart;</div> - <div class="i0">Blinde Loue is fond, and so thou dost appeare;</div> - <div class="i0">For fond, and blinde, thou greeust my greeuing hart;</div> - <div class="i1">Be thou fond-blinde, blinde-fond, or one, or all;</div> - <div class="i1">Thou art my Loue, and I must be thy thrall.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh lend thine yuorie fore-head for Loues Booke,</div> - <div class="i0">Thine eyes for candles to behold the same;</div> - <div class="i0">That when dim-sighted ones therein shall looke</div> - <div class="i0">They may discerne that proud disdainefull Dame;</div> - <div class="i1">Yet claspe that Booke, and shut that Cazement light;</div> - <div class="i1">Lest th'one obscurde, the other shine too bright.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sell thy sweet breath to th'daintie Musk-ball-makers;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet sell it so as thou mayst soone redeeme it:</div> - <div class="i0">Let others of thy beauty be pertakers;</div> - <div class="i0">Els none but <em>Daphnis</em> will so well esteeme it:</div> - <div class="i1">For what is Beauty except it be well knowne?</div> - <div class="i1">And how can it be knowne, except first showne?</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Learne of the Gentlewomen of this Age,</div> - <div class="i0">That set their Beauties to the open view,</div> - <div class="i0">Making Disdaine their Lord, true Loue their Page;</div> - <div class="i0">A Custome Zeale doth hate, Desert doth rue:</div> - <div class="i1">Learne to looke red, anon waxe pale and wan,</div> - <div class="i1">Making a mocke of Loue, a scorne of man.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A candle light, and couer'd with a vaile,</div> - <div class="i0">Doth no man good, because it giues no light;</div> - <div class="i0">So Beauty of her beauty seemes to faile,</div> - <div class="i0">When being not seene it cannot shine so bright.</div> - <div class="i1">Then show thy selfe and know thy selfe withall,</div> - <div class="i1">Lest climing high thou catch too great a fall.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh foule Eclipser of that fayre sun-shine,</div> - <div class="i0">Which is intitled Beauty in the best;</div> - <div class="i0">Making that mortall, which is els diuine,</div> - <div class="i0">That staines the fayre which Womens steeme not least:</div> - <div class="i1">Get thee to Hell againe (from whence thou art)</div> - <div class="i1">And leaue the Center of a Woman's hart.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Ah be not staind, (sweet Boy) with this vilde spot,</div> - <div class="i0">Indulgence Daughter, Mother of mischaunce;</div> - <div class="i0">A blemish that doth euery beauty blot;</div> - <div class="i0">That makes them loath'd, but neuer doth aduaunce</div> - <div class="i1">Her Clyents, fautors, friends; or them that loue her;</div> - <div class="i1">And hates them most of all, that most reproue her.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Remember Age, and thou canst not be prowd,</div> - <div class="i0">For age puls downe the pride of euery man;</div> - <div class="i0">In youthfull yeares by Nature tis allowde</div> - <div class="i0">To haue selfe-will, doo Nurture what she can;</div> - <div class="i1">Nature and Nurture once together met,</div> - <div class="i1">The Soule and shape in decent order set.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Pride looks aloft, still staring on the starres,</div> - <div class="i0">Humility looks lowly on the ground;</div> - <div class="i0">Th'one menaceth the Gods with ciuill warres,</div> - <div class="i0">The other toyles til he haue Vertue found:</div> - <div class="i1">His thoughts are humble, not aspiring hye;</div> - <div class="i1">But Pride looks haughtily with scornefull eye.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Humillity is clad in modest weedes,</div> - <div class="i0">But Pride is braue and glorious to the show;</div> - <div class="i0">Humillity his friends with kindnes feedes,</div> - <div class="i0">But Pride his friends (in neede) will neuer know:</div> - <div class="i1">Supplying not their wants, but them disdaining;</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst they to pitty neuer neede complayning.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Humillity in misery is relieu'd,</div> - <div class="i0">But Pride in neede of no man is regarded;</div> - <div class="i0">Pitty and Mercy weepe to see him grieu'd</div> - <div class="i0">That in distresse had them so well rewarded:</div> - <div class="i1">But Pride is scornd, contemnd, disdaind, derided,</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst Humblenes of all things is prouided.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh then be humble, gentle, meeke, and milde;</div> - <div class="i0">So shalt thou be of euery mouth commended;</div> - <div class="i0">Be not disdainfull, cruell, proud, (sweet childe)</div> - <div class="i0">So shalt thou be of no man much condemned;</div> - <div class="i1">Care not for them that Vertue doo despise;</div> - <div class="i1">Vertue is loathde of fooles; loude of the wise.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> - <div class="i0">O faire Boy trust not to thy Beauties wings,</div> - <div class="i0">They cannot carry thee aboue the Sunne:</div> - <div class="i0">Beauty and wealth are transitory things,</div> - <div class="i0">(For all must ende that euer was begunne)</div> - <div class="i1">But Fame and Vertue neuer shall decay;</div> - <div class="i1">For Fame is toombles, Vertue liues for aye.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The snow is white, and yet the pepper's blacke,</div> - <div class="i0">The one is bought, the other is contemned:</div> - <div class="i0">Pibbles we haue, but store of Ieat we lacke;</div> - <div class="i0">So white comparde to blacke is much condemned:</div> - <div class="i1">We doo not praise the Swanne because shees white,</div> - <div class="i1">But for she doth in Musique much delite.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And yet the siluer-noted Nightingale,</div> - <div class="i0">Though she be not so white is more esteemed;</div> - <div class="i0">Sturgion is dun of hew, white is the Whale,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet for the daintier Dish the first is deemed;</div> - <div class="i1">What thing is whiter than the milke-bred Lilly?</div> - <div class="i1">Thou knowes it not for naught, what man so silly?</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yea what more noysomer vnto the smell</div> - <div class="i0">Than Lillies are? what's sweeter than the Sage?</div> - <div class="i0">Yet for pure white the Lilly beares the Bell</div> - <div class="i0">Till it be faded through decaying Age;</div> - <div class="i1">House-Doues are white, and Oozels Blacke-birds bee;</div> - <div class="i1">Yet what a difference in the taste, we see.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Compare the Cow and Calfe, with Ewe and Lambe;</div> - <div class="i0">Rough hayrie Hydes, with softest downy Fell;</div> - <div class="i0">Hecfar and Bull, with Weather and with Ramme,</div> - <div class="i0">And you shall see how far they doo excell;</div> - <div class="i1">White Kine with blacke, blacke Coney-skins with gray,</div> - <div class="i1">Kine, nesh and strong; skin, deare and cheape alway.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The whitest siluer is not alwaies best,</div> - <div class="i0">Lead, Tynne, and Pewter are of base esteeme;</div> - <div class="i0">The yellow burnisht gold, that comes from th'East,</div> - <div class="i0">And West (of late inuented), may beseeme</div> - <div class="i1">The worlds ritch Treasury, or <em>Mydas</em> eye;</div> - <div class="i1">(The Ritch mans God, poore mans felicitie.)</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Bugle and Ieat, with snow and Alablaster</div> - <div class="i0">I will compare: White Dammasin with blacke;</div> - <div class="i0">Bullas and wheaton Plumbs, (to a good Taster,)</div> - <div class="i0">The ripe red Cherries haue the sweetest smacke;</div> - <div class="i1">When they be greene and young, th'are sowre and naught;</div> - <div class="i1">But being ripe, with eagerness th'are baught.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Compare the Wyld-cat to the brownish Beauer,</div> - <div class="i0">Running for life, with hounds pursued sore;</div> - <div class="i0">When Hunts-men of her pretious Stones bereaue her</div> - <div class="i0">(Which with her teeth sh'had bitten off before):</div> - <div class="i1">Restoratiues, and costly curious Felts</div> - <div class="i1">Are made of them, and rich imbroydred Belts.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To what vse serues a peece of crimbling Chalke?</div> - <div class="i0">The Agget stone is white, yet good for nothing:</div> - <div class="i0">Fie, fie, I am asham'd to heare thee talke;</div> - <div class="i0">Be not so much of thine owne Image doating:</div> - <div class="i1">So faire <em>Narcissus</em> lost his loue and life.</div> - <div class="i1">(Beautie is often with itselfe at strife).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Right Diamonds are of a russet hieu,</div> - <div class="i0">The brightsome Carbuncles are red to see too,</div> - <div class="i0">The Saphyre stone is of a watchet blue,</div> - <div class="i0">(To this thou canst not chuse but soone agree too):</div> - <div class="i1">Pearles are not white but gray, Rubies are red:</div> - <div class="i1">In praise of Blacke, what can be better sed?</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For if we doo consider of each mortall thing</div> - <div class="i0">That flyes in welkin, or in waters swims,</div> - <div class="i0">How euerie thing increaseth with the Spring,</div> - <div class="i0">And how the blacker still the brighter dims:</div> - <div class="i1">We cannot chuse, but needs we must confesse,</div> - <div class="i1">Sable excels milk-white in more or lesse.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As for example, in the christall cleare</div> - <div class="i0">Of a sweete streame, or pleasant running Riuer,</div> - <div class="i0">Where thousand formes of fishes will appeare,</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose names to thee I cannot now deliuer:)</div> - <div class="i1">The blacker still the brighter haue disgrac'd,</div> - <div class="i1">For pleasant profit, and delicious taste.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Salmon and Trout are of a ruddie colour,</div> - <div class="i0">Whiting and Dare is of a milk-white hiew:</div> - <div class="i0">Nature by them (perhaps) is made the fuller,</div> - <div class="i0">Little they nourish, be they old or new:</div> - <div class="i1">Carp, Loach, Tench, Eeles (though black and bred in mud)</div> - <div class="i1">Delight the tooth with taste, and breed good blud.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Innumerable be the kindes, if I could name them;</div> - <div class="i0">But I a Shepheard, and no Fisher am:</div> - <div class="i0">Little it skills whether I praise or blame them,</div> - <div class="i0">I onely meddle with my Ew and Lamb:</div> - <div class="i1">Yet this I say, that blacke the better is,</div> - <div class="i1">In birds, beasts, frute, stones, flowres, herbs, mettals, fish.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And last of all, in blacke there doth appeare</div> - <div class="i0">Such qualities, as not in yuorie;</div> - <div class="i0">Black cannot blush for shame, looke pale for fear,</div> - <div class="i0">Scorning to weare another liuorie.</div> - <div class="i1">Blacke is the badge of sober Modestie,</div> - <div class="i1">The wonted weare of ancient Grauetie.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The learned Sisters sute themselues in blacke,</div> - <div class="i0">Learning abandons white, and lighter hues:</div> - <div class="i0">Pleasure and Pride light colours neuer lacke;</div> - <div class="i0">But true Religion doth such Toyes refuse:</div> - <div class="i1">Vertue and Grauity are sisters growne,</div> - <div class="i1">Since blacke by both, and both by blacke are knowne.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">White is the colour of each paltry Miller,</div> - <div class="i0">White is the Ensigne of each comman Woman;</div> - <div class="i0">White, is white Vertues for blacke Vyces Piller;</div> - <div class="i0">White makes proud fooles inferiour vnto no man:</div> - <div class="i1">White, is the white of Body, blacke of Minde,</div> - <div class="i1">(Vertue we seldome in white Habit finde.)</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh then be not so proud because th'art fayre,</div> - <div class="i0">Vertue is onely the ritch gift of God:</div> - <div class="i0">Let not selfe-pride thy vertues name impayre,</div> - <div class="i0">Beate not greene youth with sharpe Repentance Rod:</div> - <div class="i1">(A Fiend, a Monster, and mishapen Diuel;</div> - <div class="i1">Vertues foe, Vyces friend, the roote of euill.)</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Apply thy minde to be a vertuous man,</div> - <div class="i0">Auoyd ill company (the spoyle of youth;)</div> - <div class="i0">To follow Vertues Lore doo what thou can</div> - <div class="i0">(Whereby great profit vnto thee ensu[e]th:)</div> - <div class="i1">Reade Bookes, hate Ignorance, (the foe to Art,</div> - <div class="i1">The Damme of Errour, Enuy of the hart).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Serue <em>Ioue</em> (vpon thy knees) both day and night,</div> - <div class="i0">Adore his Name aboue all things on Earth:</div> - <div class="i0">So shall thy vowes be gracious in his sight,</div> - <div class="i0">So little Babes are blessed in their Birth:</div> - <div class="i1">Thinke on no worldly woe, lament thy sin;</div> - <div class="i1">(For lesser cease, when greater griefes begin).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sweare no vaine oathes; heare much, but little say;</div> - <div class="i0">Speake ill of no man, tend thine owne affaires,</div> - <div class="i0">Bridle thy wrath, thine angrie mood delay;</div> - <div class="i0">(So shall thy minde be seldome cloyd with cares:)</div> - <div class="i1">Be milde and gentle in thy speech to all,</div> - <div class="i1">Refuse no honest gaine when it doth fall.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Be not beguild with words, proue not vngratefull,</div> - <div class="i0">Releeue thy Neighbour in his greatest need,</div> - <div class="i0">Commit no action that to all is hatefull,</div> - <div class="i0">Their want with welth, the poore with plentie feed:</div> - <div class="i1">Twit no man in the teeth with what th'hast done;</div> - <div class="i1">Remember flesh is fraile, and hatred shunne.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Leaue wicked things, which Men to mischiefe moue,</div> - <div class="i0">(Least crosse mis-hap may thee in danger bring,)</div> - <div class="i0">Craue no preferment of thy heauenly <em>Ioue</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor anie honor of thy earthly King:</div> - <div class="i1">Boast not thy selfe before th'Almighties sight,</div> - <div class="i1">(Who knowes thy hart, and anie wicked wight).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Be not offensiue to the peoples eye,</div> - <div class="i0">See that thy praiers harts true zeale affords,</div> - <div class="i0">Scorne not a man that's falne in miserie,</div> - <div class="i0">Esteeme no tatling tales, nor babling words;</div> - <div class="i1">That reason is exiled alwaies thinke,</div> - <div class="i1">When as a drunkard rayles amidst his drinke.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Vse not thy louely lips to loathsome lyes,</div> - <div class="i0">By craftie meanes increase no worldly wealth;</div> - <div class="i0">Striue not with mightie Men (whose fortune flies)</div> - <div class="i0">With temp'rate diet nourish wholesome health:</div> - <div class="i1">Place well thy words, leaue not thy frend for gold;</div> - <div class="i1">First trie, then trust; in ventring be not bold.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In <em>Pan</em> repose thy trust; extoll his praise</div> - <div class="i0">(That neuer shall decay, but euer liues):</div> - <div class="i0">Honor thy Parents (to prolong thy dayes),</div> - <div class="i0">Let not thy left hand know what right hand giues:</div> - <div class="i1">From needie men turn not thy face away,</div> - <div class="i1">(Though Charitie be now yclad in clay).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Heare Shepheards oft (thereby great wisdome growes),</div> - <div class="i0">With good aduice a sober answere make:</div> - <div class="i0">Be not remoou'd with euery winde that blowes,</div> - <div class="i0">(That course doo onely sinfull sinners take).</div> - <div class="i1">Thy talke will shew thy fame or els thy shame;</div> - <div class="i1">(As pratling tongue doth often purchase blame).</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Obtaine a faithfull frend that will not faile thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Thinke on thy Mothers paine in her child-bearing,</div> - <div class="i0">Make no debate, least quickly thou bewaile thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Visit the sicke with comfortable chearing:</div> - <div class="i1">Pittie the prisner, helpe the fatherlesse,</div> - <div class="i1">Reuenge the Widdowes wrongs in her distresse.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thinke on thy graue, remember still thy end,</div> - <div class="i0">Let not thy winding-sheete be staind with guilt,</div> - <div class="i0">Trust not a fained reconciled frend,</div> - <div class="i0">More than an open foe (that blood hath spilt)</div> - <div class="i1">(Who tutcheth pitch, with pitch shalbe defiled),</div> - <div class="i1">Be not with wanton companie beguiled.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Take not a flattring woman to thy wife,</div> - <div class="i0">A shameles creature, full of wanton words,</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose bad, thy good; whose lust will end thy life,</div> - <div class="i0">Cutting thy hart with sharpe two edged swords:)</div> - <div class="i1">Cast not thy minde on her whose lookes allure,</div> - <div class="i1">But she that shines in Truth and Vertue pure.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Praise not thy selfe, let other men commend thee;</div> - <div class="i0">Beare not a flattring tongue to glauer anie,</div> - <div class="i0">Let Parents due correction not offend thee:</div> - <div class="i0">Rob not thy neighbor, seeke the loue of manie;</div> - <div class="i1">Hate not to heare good Counsell giuen thee,</div> - <div class="i1">Lay not thy money vnto Vsurie.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Restraine thy steps from too much libertie,</div> - <div class="i0">Fulfill not th'enuious mans malitious minde;</div> - <div class="i0">Embrace thy Wife, live not in lecherie;</div> - <div class="i0">Content thyselfe with what Fates haue assignde:</div> - <div class="i1">Be rul'd by Reason, Warning dangers saue;</div> - <div class="i1">True Age is reuerend worship to thy graue.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Be patient in extreame Aduersitie,</div> - <div class="i0">(Man's chiefest credit growes by dooing well,)</div> - <div class="i0">Be no high-minded in Prosperity;</div> - <div class="i0">Falshood abhorre, nor lying fable tell.</div> - <div class="i1">Giue not thy selfe to Sloth, (the sinke of Shame,</div> - <div class="i1">The moath of Time, the enemie to Fame.)</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This leare I learned of a Bel-dame Trot,</div> - <div class="i0">(When I was yong and wylde as now thou art):</div> - <div class="i0">But her good counsell I regarded not;</div> - <div class="i0">I markt it with my eares, not with my hart:</div> - <div class="i1">But now I finde it too—too true (my Sonne),</div> - <div class="i1">When my Age-withered Spring is almost done.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Behold my gray head, full of siluer haires,</div> - <div class="i0">My wrinckled skin, deepe furrowes in my face:</div> - <div class="i0">Cares bring Old-Age, Old-Age increaseth cares;</div> - <div class="i0">My Time is come, and I haue run my Race:</div> - <div class="i1">Winter hath snow'd vpon my hoarie head,</div> - <div class="i1">And with my Winter all my ioys are dead.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And thou loue-hating Boy, (whom once I loued),</div> - <div class="i0">Farewell, a thousand-thousand times farewell;</div> - <div class="i0">My Teares the Marble Stones to ruth haue moued;</div> - <div class="i0">My sad Complaints the babling Ecchoes tell:</div> - <div class="i1">And yet thou wouldst take no compassion on mee.</div> - <div class="i1">Scorning that crosse which Loue hath laid vpon mee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> - <div class="i0">The hardest steele with fier doth mend his misse,</div> - <div class="i0">Marble is mollifyde with drops of Raine;</div> - <div class="i0">But thou (more hard than Steele or Marble is)</div> - <div class="i0">Doost scorne my Teares, and my true loue disdaine,</div> - <div class="i1">Which for thy sake shall euerlasting bee,</div> - <div class="i1">Wrote in the Annalls of Eternitie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">By this, the Night (with darknes ouer-spred)</div> - <div class="i0">Had drawne the curtaines of her cole-blacke bed;</div> - <div class="i0">And <em>Cynthia</em> muffling her face with a clowd,</div> - <div class="i0">(Lest all the world of her should be too prowd)</div> - <div class="i1">Had taken <em>Conge</em> of the sable Night,</div> - <div class="i1">(That wanting her cannot be halfe so bright;)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When I poore forlorne man and outcast creature</div> - <div class="i0">(Despairing of my Loue, despisde of Beautie)</div> - <div class="i0">Grew male-content, scorning his louely feature,</div> - <div class="i0">That had disdaind my euer-zealous dutie:</div> - <div class="i1">I hy'd me homeward by the Moone-shine light;</div> - <div class="i1">Forswearing Loue, and all his fond delight.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p6"><em class="gesperrt">FINIS.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i170_dec.jpg" width="400" height="248" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i171_header.jpg" width="500" height="98" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">The Shepherds Content<br /> - -<em><span class="gesperrt small70">OR</span></em><br /> - -The happines of a harmless life.</h2> - -<p class="p6">Written upon Occasion of the</p> - -<p class="p1a"><em>former Subject</em>.</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i171_dropo.jpg" width="120" alt="O" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7"> F all the kindes of common Countrey life,</div> - <div class="i8">Me thinkes a Shepheards life is most Content;</div> - <div class="i8">His State is quiet Peace, deuoyd of strife;</div> - <div class="i8">His thoughts are pure from all impure intent,</div> - <div class="i8">His Pleasures rate sits at an easie rent:</div> - <div class="i9">He beares no mallice in his harmles hart,</div> - <div class="i9">Malicious meaning hath in him no part.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He is not troubled with th'afflicted minde,</div> - <div class="i0">His cares are onely ouer silly Sheepe;</div> - <div class="i0">He is not vnto Iealozie inclinde,</div> - <div class="i0">(Thrice happie Man) he knowes not how to weepe;</div> - <div class="i0">Whil'st I the Treble in deepe sorrowes keepe;</div> - <div class="i1">I cannot keepe the Meane; for why (alas)</div> - <div class="i1">Griefes haue no meane, though I for meane doe passe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">No Briefes nor Semi-Briefes are in my Songs,</div> - <div class="i0">Because (alas) my griefe is seldome shoot;</div> - <div class="i0">My Prick-Song's alwayes full of Largues and Longs,</div> - <div class="i0">(Because I neuer can obtaine the Port</div> - <div class="i0">Of my desires: Hope is a happie Fort.)</div> - <div class="i1">Prick-song (indeed) because it pricks my hart;</div> - <div class="i1">And Song, because sometimes I ease my smart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> - <div class="i0">The mightie Monarch of a royall Realme,</div> - <div class="i0">Swaying his Scepter with a Princely pompe;</div> - <div class="i0">Of his desires cannot so steare the Healme,</div> - <div class="i0">But sometime falls into a deadly dumpe,</div> - <div class="i0">When as he heares the shrilly-sounding Trumpe</div> - <div class="i1">Of Forren Enemies, or home-bred Foes;</div> - <div class="i1">His minde of griefe, his hart is full of woes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or when bad subiects gainst their Soueraigne</div> - <div class="i0">(Like hollow harts) vnnaturally rebell,</div> - <div class="i0">How carefull is he to suppresse againe</div> - <div class="i0">Their desperate forces, and their powers to quell</div> - <div class="i0">With loyall harts, till all (againe) be well:</div> - <div class="i1">When (being subdu'd) his care is rather more</div> - <div class="i1">To keepe them vnder, than it was before.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus is he neuer full of sweete Content,</div> - <div class="i0">But either this or that his ioy debars:</div> - <div class="i0">Now Noble-men gainst Noble-men are bent,</div> - <div class="i0">Now Gentlemen and others fall at iarrs:</div> - <div class="i0">Thus is his Countrey full of ciuill warrs;</div> - <div class="i1">He still in danger sits, still fearing Death:</div> - <div class="i1">For Traitors seeke to stop their Princes breath.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The whylst the other hath no enemie,</div> - <div class="i0">Without it be the Wolfe and cruell Fates</div> - <div class="i0">(Which no man spare): when as his disagree</div> - <div class="i0">He with his sheep-hooke knaps them on the pates,</div> - <div class="i0">Schooling his tender Lambs from wanton gates:</div> - <div class="i1">Beasts are more kinde then Men, Sheepe seeke not blood</div> - <div class="i1">But countrey caytiues kill their Countreyes good.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Courtier he fawn's for his Princes fauour,</div> - <div class="i0">In hope to get a Princely ritch Reward;</div> - <div class="i0">His tongue is tipt with honey for to glauer;</div> - <div class="i0">Pride deales the Deck whilst Chance doth choose the Card,</div> - <div class="i0">Then comes another and his Game hath mard;</div> - <div class="i1">Sitting betwixt him, and the morning Sun:</div> - <div class="i1">Thus Night is come before the Day is done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Some Courtiers carefull of their Princes health,</div> - <div class="i0">Attends his Person with all dilligence</div> - <div class="i0">Whose hand's their hart; whose welfare is their wealth,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose safe Protection is their sure Defence,</div> - <div class="i0">For pure affection, not for hope of pence:</div> - <div class="i1">Such is the faithfull hart, such is the minde,</div> - <div class="i1">Of him that is to Vertue still inclinde.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The skilfull Scholler, and braue man at Armes,</div> - <div class="i0">First plies his Booke, last fights for Countries Peace;</div> - <div class="i0">Th'one feares Obliuion, th'other fresh Alarmes;</div> - <div class="i0">His paines nere ende, his trauailes neuer cease;</div> - <div class="i0">His with the Day, his with the Night increase:</div> - <div class="i1">He studies how to get eternall Fame;</div> - <div class="i1">The Souldier fights to win a glorious Name.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Knight, the Squire, the Gentleman, the Clowne,</div> - <div class="i0">Are full of crosses and calamities;</div> - <div class="i0">Lest fickle Fortune should begin to frowne,</div> - <div class="i0">And turne their mirth to extreame miseries:</div> - <div class="i0">Nothing more certaine than incertainties;</div> - <div class="i1">Fortune is full of fresh varietie:</div> - <div class="i1">Constant in nothing but inconstancie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The wealthie Merchant that doth crosse the Seas,</div> - <div class="i0">To <em>Denmarke</em>, <em>Poland</em>, <em>Spaine</em>, and <em>Barbarie</em>;</div> - <div class="i0">For all his ritches, liues not still at ease;</div> - <div class="i0">Sometimes he feares ship-spoyling Pyracie,</div> - <div class="i0">Another while deceipt and treacherie</div> - <div class="i1">Of his owne Factors in a forren Land;</div> - <div class="i1">Thus doth he still in dread and danger stand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Well is he tearmd a Merchant-Venturer,</div> - <div class="i0">Since he doth venter lands, and goods, and all:</div> - <div class="i0">When he doth trauell for his Traffique far,</div> - <div class="i0">Little he knowes what fortune may befall,</div> - <div class="i0">Or rather what mis-fortune happen shall:</div> - <div class="i1">Sometimes he splits his Ship against a rocke;</div> - <div class="i1">Loosing his men, his goods, his wealth, his stocke.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And if he so escape with life away,</div> - <div class="i0">He counts himselfe a man most fortunate,</div> - <div class="i0">Because the waues their rigorous rage did stay,</div> - <div class="i0">(When being within their cruell powers of late,</div> - <div class="i0">The Seas did seeme to pittie his estate)</div> - <div class="i1">But yet he neuer can recouer health,</div> - <div class="i1">Because his ioy was drowned with his wealth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The painfull Plough-swaine, and the Husband-man</div> - <div class="i0">Rise vp each morning by the breake of day,</div> - <div class="i0">Taking what toyle and drudging paines they can,</div> - <div class="i0">And all is for to get a little stay;</div> - <div class="i0">And yet they cannot put their care away:</div> - <div class="i1">When Night is come, their cares begin afresh,</div> - <div class="i1">Thinking vpon their Morrowes busines.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus euerie man is troubled with vnrest,</div> - <div class="i0">From rich to poore, from high to low degree:</div> - <div class="i0">Therefore I thinke that man is truly blest,</div> - <div class="i0">That neither cares for wealth nor pouertie,</div> - <div class="i0">But laughs at Fortune and her foolerie;</div> - <div class="i1">That giues rich Churles great store of golde and fee,</div> - <div class="i1">And lets poore Schollers liue in miserie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O fading Branches of decaying Bayes</div> - <div class="i0">Who now will water your dry-wither'd Armes?</div> - <div class="i0">Or where is he that sung the louely Layes</div> - <div class="i0">Of simple Shepheards in their Countrey-Farmes?</div> - <div class="i0">Ah he is dead, the cause of all our harmes:</div> - <div class="i1">And with him dide my ioy and sweete delight;</div> - <div class="i1">And cleare to Clowdes, the Day is turnd to Night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em class="gesperrt">SYDNEY.</em> The Syren of this latter Age;</div> - <div class="i0"><em class="gesperrt">SYDNEY.</em> The Blasing-starre of England's glory;</div> - <div class="i0"><em class="gesperrt">SYDNEY.</em> The Wonder of wise and sage;</div> - <div class="i0"><em class="gesperrt">SYDNEY.</em> The Subiect of true Vertues story;</div> - <div class="i1">This Syren, Starre, this Wonder, and this Subiect;</div> - <div class="i1">In dumbe, dim, gone, and mard by Fortunes Obiect.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And thou my sweete <em>Amintas</em> vertuous minde,</div> - <div class="i0">Should I forget thy Learning or thy Loue;</div> - <div class="i0">Well might I be accounted but vnkinde,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose pure affection I so oft did proue:</div> - <div class="i0">Might my poore Plaints hard stones to pitty moue;</div> - <div class="i1">His losse should be lamented of each Creature,</div> - <div class="i1">So great his Name, so gentle was his Nature.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But sleepe his soule in sweet Elysium,</div> - <div class="i0">(The happy Hauen of eternall rest:)</div> - <div class="i0">And let me to my former matter come,</div> - <div class="i0">Prouing by Reason, Shepheard's life is best,</div> - <div class="i0">Because he harbours Vertue in his Brest;</div> - <div class="i1">And is content (the chiefest thing of all)</div> - <div class="i1">With any fortune that shall him befall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He sits all Day lowd-piping on a Hill,</div> - <div class="i0">The whilst his flocke about him daunce apace,</div> - <div class="i0">His hart with ioy, his eares with Musique fill:</div> - <div class="i0">Anon a bleating Weather beares the Bace,</div> - <div class="i0">A Lambe the Treble; and to his disgrace</div> - <div class="i1">Another answers like a middle Meane:</div> - <div class="i1">Thus euery one to beare a Part are faine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Like a great King he rules a little Land,</div> - <div class="i0">Still making Statutes, and ordayning Lawes;</div> - <div class="i0">Which if they breake, he beates them with his Wand:</div> - <div class="i0">He doth defend them from the greedy Iawes</div> - <div class="i0">Of rau'ning Woolues, and Lyons bloudy Pawes.</div> - <div class="i1">His Field, his Realme; his Subiects are his Sheepe;</div> - <div class="i1">Which he doth still in due obedience keepe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">First he ordaines by Act of Parlament,</div> - <div class="i0">(Holden by custome in each Countrey Towne),</div> - <div class="i0">That if a sheepe (with any bad intent)</div> - <div class="i0">Presume to breake the neighbour Hedges downe,</div> - <div class="i0">Or haunt strange Pastures that be not his owne;</div> - <div class="i1">He shall be pounded for his lustines,</div> - <div class="i1">Vntill his Master finde out some redres.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Also if any proue a Strageller</div> - <div class="i0">From his owne fellowes in a forraine field,</div> - <div class="i0">He shall be taken for a wanderer,</div> - <div class="i0">And forc'd himselfe immediatly to yeeld,</div> - <div class="i0">Or with a wyde-mouth'd Mastiue Curre be kild.</div> - <div class="i1">And if not claimd within a twelue-month's space,</div> - <div class="i1">He shall remaine with Land-lord of the place.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or if one stray to feede far from the rest,</div> - <div class="i0">He shall be pincht by his swift pye-bald Curre;</div> - <div class="i0">If any by his fellowes be opprest,</div> - <div class="i0">The wronger (for he doth all wrong abhorre)</div> - <div class="i0">Shall be well bangd so long as he can sturre.</div> - <div class="i1">Because he did anoy his harmeles Brother,</div> - <div class="i1">That meant not harme to him nor any other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And last of all, if any wanton Weather,</div> - <div class="i0">With briers and brambles teare his fleece in twaine,</div> - <div class="i0">He shall be forc'd t'abide cold frosty weather,</div> - <div class="i0">And powring showres of ratling stormes of raine,</div> - <div class="i0">Till his new fleece begins to grow againe:</div> - <div class="i1">And for his rashnes he is doom'd to goe</div> - <div class="i1">without a new Coate all the Winter throw.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus doth he keepe them, still in awfull feare,</div> - <div class="i0">And yet allowes them liberty inough;</div> - <div class="i0">So deare to him their welfare doth appeare,</div> - <div class="i0">That when their fleeces gin to waxen rough,</div> - <div class="i0">He combs and trims them with a Rampicke bough,</div> - <div class="i1">Washing them in the streames of siluer <em>Ladon</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">To cleanse their skinnes from all corruption.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Another while he wooes his Country Wench,</div> - <div class="i0">(With Chaplets crownd, and gaudy girlonds dight)</div> - <div class="i0">Whose burning Lust her modest eye doth quench,</div> - <div class="i0">Standing amazed at her heauenly sight,</div> - <div class="i0">(Beauty doth rauish Sense with sweet Delight)</div> - <div class="i1">Clearing <em>Arcadia</em> with a smoothed Browe</div> - <div class="i1">When Sun-bright smiles melts flakes of driuen snowe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Thus doth he frollicke it each day by day,</div> - <div class="i0">And when Night comes drawes homeward to his Coate,</div> - <div class="i0">Singing a Iigge or merry Roundelay;</div> - <div class="i0">(For who sings commonly so merry a Noate,</div> - <div class="i0">As he that cannot chop or change a groate)</div> - <div class="i1">And in the winter Nights (his chiefe desire)</div> - <div class="i1">He turns a Crabbe or Cracknell in the fire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He leads his Wench a Country Horn-pipe Round,</div> - <div class="i0">About a May-pole on a Holy-day;</div> - <div class="i0">Kissing his louely Lasse (with Garlands Crownd)</div> - <div class="i0">With whoopping heigh-ho singing Care away;</div> - <div class="i0">Thus doth he passe the merry month of May:</div> - <div class="i1">And all th'yere after in delight and ioy,</div> - <div class="i0">(Scorning a King) he cares for no annoy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What though with simple cheere he homely fares?</div> - <div class="i0">He liues content, a King can doo no more;</div> - <div class="i0">Nay not so much, for Kings haue manie cares:</div> - <div class="i0">But he hath none; except it be that sore</div> - <div class="i0">Which yong and old, which vexeth ritch and poore,</div> - <div class="i1">The pangs of Loue. O! who can vanquish Loue?</div> - <div class="i1">That conquers Kingdomes, and the Gods aboue?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Deepe-wounding Arrow, hart-consuming Fire;</div> - <div class="i0">Ruler of Reason, slaue to tyraunt Beautie;</div> - <div class="i0">Monarch of harts, Fuell of fond desire,</div> - <div class="i0">Prentice to Folly, foe to faind Duetie.</div> - <div class="i0">Pledge of true Zeale, Affections moitie;</div> - <div class="i1">If thou kilst where thou wilt, and whom it list thee,</div> - <div class="i1">(Alas) how can a silly Soule resist thee?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">By thee great <em>Collin</em> lost his libertie,</div> - <div class="i0">By thee sweet <em>Astrophel</em> forwent his ioy;</div> - <div class="i0">By thee <em>Amyntas</em> wept incessantly,</div> - <div class="i0">By thee good <em>Rowland</em> liu'd in great annoy;</div> - <div class="i0">O cruell, peeuish, vylde, blind-seeing Boy:</div> - <div class="i1">How canst thou hit their harts, and yet not see?</div> - <div class="i1">(If thou be blinde, as thou art faind to bee).</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> - <div class="i0">A Shepheard loues no ill, but onely thee;</div> - <div class="i0">He hath no care, but onely by thy causing:</div> - <div class="i0">Why doost thou shoot thy cruell shafts at mee?</div> - <div class="i0">Giue me some respite, some short time of pausing:</div> - <div class="i0">Still my sweet Loue with bitter lucke th'art sawcing:</div> - <div class="i1">Oh, if thou hast a minde to shew thy might;</div> - <div class="i1">Kill mightie Kings, and not a wretched wight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet (O Enthraller of infranchizd harts)</div> - <div class="i0">At my poor hart if thou wilt needs be ayming,</div> - <div class="i0">Doo me the fauour, show me both thy Darts,</div> - <div class="i0">That I may chuse the best for my harts mayming,</div> - <div class="i0">(A free consent is priuiledgd from blaming:)</div> - <div class="i1">Then pierce his hard hart with thy golden Arrow,</div> - <div class="i1">That thou my wrong, that he may rue my sorrow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But let mee feele the force of thy lead Pyle,</div> - <div class="i0">What should I doo with loue when I am old?</div> - <div class="i0">I know not how to flatter, fawne, or smyle;</div> - <div class="i0">Then stay thy hand, O cruell Bow-man hold:</div> - <div class="i0">For if thou strik'st me with thy dart of gold,</div> - <div class="i1">I sweare to thee (by Ioues immortall curse)</div> - <div class="i1">I haue more in my hart, than in my purse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The more I weepe, the more he bends his Bow,</div> - <div class="i0">For in my hart a golden Shaft I finde:</div> - <div class="i0">(Cruell, vnkinde) and wilt thou leaue me so?</div> - <div class="i0">Can no remorce nor pittie moue thy minde?</div> - <div class="i0">Is Mercie in the Heauens so hard to finde?</div> - <div class="i1">Oh, then it is no meruaile that on earth</div> - <div class="i1">Of kinde Remorce there is so great a dearth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How happie were a harmles Shepheards life,</div> - <div class="i0">If he had neuer knowen what Loue did meane;</div> - <div class="i0">But now fond Loue in euery place is rife,</div> - <div class="i0">Staining the purest Soule with spots vncleane,</div> - <div class="i0">Making thicke purses, thin: and fat bodies, leane:</div> - <div class="i1">Loue is a fiend, a fire, a heauen, a hell;</div> - <div class="i1">Where pleasure, paine, and sad repentance dwell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> - <div class="i0">There are so manie <em>Danaes</em> nowadayes,</div> - <div class="i0">That loue for lucre; paine for gaine is sold:</div> - <div class="i0">No true affection can their fancie please,</div> - <div class="i0">Except it be a <em>Ioue</em>, to raine downe gold</div> - <div class="i0">Into their laps, which they wyde open hold:</div> - <div class="i1">If <em>legem pone</em> comes, he is receau'd,</div> - <div class="i1">When <em>Vix haud habeo</em> is of hope bereau'd.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus haue I showed in my Countrey vaine</div> - <div class="i0">The sweet Content that Shepheards still inioy;</div> - <div class="i0">The mickle pleasure, and the little paine</div> - <div class="i0">That euer doth awayte the Shepheards Boy:</div> - <div class="i0">His hart is neuer troubled with annoy.</div> - <div class="i1">He is a King, for he commands his Sheepe;</div> - <div class="i1">He knowes no woe, for he doth seldome weepe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He is a Courtier, for he courts his Loue:</div> - <div class="i0">He is a Scholler, for he sings sweet Ditties:</div> - <div class="i0">He is a Souldier, for he wounds doth proue;</div> - <div class="i0">He is the fame of Townes, the shame of Citties;</div> - <div class="i0">He scornes false Fortune, put true Vertue pitties.</div> - <div class="i1">He is a Gentleman, because his nature</div> - <div class="i1">Is kinde and affable to euerie Creature.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who would not then a simple Shepheard bee,</div> - <div class="i0">Rather than be a mightie Monarch made?</div> - <div class="i0">Since he inioyes such perfect libertie,</div> - <div class="i0">As neuer can decay, nor neuer fade:</div> - <div class="i0">He seldome sits in dolefull Cypresse shade,</div> - <div class="i1">But liues in hope, in ioy, in peace, in blisse:</div> - <div class="i1">Ioying all ioy with this content of his.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But now good-fortune lands my little Boate</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon the shoare of his desired rest:</div> - <div class="i0">Now I must leaue (awhile) my rurall noate,</div> - <div class="i0">To thinke on him whom my soule loueth best;</div> - <div class="i0">He that can make the most vnhappie blest:</div> - <div class="i1">In whose sweete lap He lay me downe to sleepe,</div> - <div class="i1">And neuer wake till Marble-stones shall weepe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><em><span class="gesperrt">FINIS</span>.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i180_header.jpg" width="500" height="95" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">SONNET.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i180_dropl.jpg" width="120" alt="L" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7"> OE here behold these tributarie Teares</div> - <div class="i8">Paid to thy faire, but cruell tyrant Eyes;</div> - <div class="i8">Loe here the blossome of my youthfull yeares,</div> - <div class="i8">Nipt with the fresh of thy Wraths winter, dyes,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i9">Here on Loues Altar I doo offer vp</div> - <div class="i8">This burning hart for my Soules sacrifice;</div> - <div class="i8">Here I receaue this deadly-poysned Cu[p]</div> - <div class="i8">Of <em>Circe</em> charm'd; wherein deepe Magicke lyes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i9">Then Teares (if thou be happie Teares indeed),</div> - <div class="i8">And Hart (if thou be lodged in his brest),</div> - <div class="i8">And Cup (if thou canst helpe despaire with speed);</div> - <div class="i8">Teares, Hart, and Cup conjoyne to make me blest:</div> - <div class="i9">Teares moue, Hart win, Cup cause, ruth, loue, desire,</div> - <div class="i9">In word, in deed, by moane, by zeale, by fire.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><em class="gespert">FINIS.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i180a_header.jpg" width="500" height="95" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i181_header.jpg" width="500" height="109" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">THE COMPLAINT<br /> - -<span class="small80">OF CHASTITIE.</span></h2> - -<p class="p3d">Briefely touching the cause of the<br /> -<span class="small90">death of <em>Matilda Fitzwalters</em> an English</span><br /> -<span class="small80">Ladie; sometime loued of King <em>Iohn</em>,</span><br /> -<span class="small70">after poysoned. The Storie is at large</span><br /> -<span class="small70">written by <cite>Michael Dreyton</cite>.</span></p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i181_dropy.jpg" width="120" alt="Y" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7"> Ou modest Dames, inricht with Chastitie.</div> - <div class="i7">Maske your bright eyes with <em>Vestaes</em> sable Vaile,</div> - <div class="i7">Since few are left so faire or chast as shee;</div> - <div class="i7">(Matter for me to weepe, you to bewaile):</div> - <div class="i7">For manie seeming so, of Vertue faile;</div> - <div class="i8">Whose louely Cheeks (with rare vermillion tainted)</div> - <div class="i8">Can neuer blush because their faire is painted.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O faire-foule Tincture, staine of Woman-kinde,</div> - <div class="i0">Mother of Mischiefe, Daughter of Deceate,</div> - <div class="i0">False traitor to the Soule, blot to the Minde,</div> - <div class="i0">Vsurping Tyrant of true Beauties seate,</div> - <div class="i0">Right Cousner of the eye, lewd Follies baite,</div> - <div class="i1">The flag of filthines, the sinke of shame,</div> - <div class="i1">The Diuells dye, dishonour of thy name.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Monster of Art, Bastard of bad Desier,</div> - <div class="i0">Il-worshipt Idoll, false Imagerie,</div> - <div class="i0">Ensigne of Vice, to thine owne selfe a lier,</div> - <div class="i0">Silent Inchaunter, mindes Anatomie,</div> - <div class="i0">Sly Bawd to Lust, Pandor to Infamie,</div> - <div class="i1">Slaunder of Truth, Truth of Dissimulation;</div> - <div class="i1">Staining our Clymate more than anie Nature.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What shall I say to thee? thou scorne of Nature,</div> - <div class="i0">Blacke spot of sinne, vylde lure of lecherie;</div> - <div class="i0">Iniurious Blame to euerie faemale creature,</div> - <div class="i0">Wronger of time, Broker of trecherie,</div> - <div class="i0">Trap of greene youth, false Womens witcherie,</div> - <div class="i1">Hand-maid of pride, high-way to wickednesse;</div> - <div class="i1">Yet path-way to Repentance, nere the lesse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou dost entice the minde to dooing euill,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou setst dissention twixt the man and wife;</div> - <div class="i0">A Saint in show, and yet indeed a deuill:</div> - <div class="i0">Thou art the cause of euerie common strife;</div> - <div class="i0">Thou art the life of Death, the death of Life!</div> - <div class="i1">Thou doost betray thyselfe to Infamie,</div> - <div class="i1">When thou art once discernd by the eye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ah, little knew <em>Matilda</em> of thy being,</div> - <div class="i0">Those times were pure from all impure complection;</div> - <div class="i0">Then Loue came at Desert, Desert of seeing,</div> - <div class="i0">Then Vertue was the mother of Affection,</div> - <div class="i0">(But Beautie now is vnder no subjection),</div> - <div class="i1">Then women were the same that men did deeme,</div> - <div class="i1">But now they are the same they doo not seeme.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What fæmale now intreated of a King</div> - <div class="i0">With gold and iewels, pearles and precious stones,</div> - <div class="i0">Would willingly refuse so sweete a thing?</div> - <div class="i0">Onely for a little show of Vertue ones?</div> - <div class="i0">Women haue kindnes grafted in their bones.</div> - <div class="i1">Gold is a deepe-perswading Orator,</div> - <div class="i1">Especially where few the fault abhor.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But yet shee rather deadly poyson chose,</div> - <div class="i0">(Oh cruell Bane of most accursed Clime;)</div> - <div class="i0">Than staine that milk-white Mayden-virgin Rose,</div> - <div class="i0">Which shee had kept vnspotted till that time:</div> - <div class="i0">And not corrupted with this earthly slime</div> - <div class="i1">Her soule shall liue: inclosd eternally,</div> - <div class="i1">In that pure shrine of Immortality.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This is my Doome: and this shall come to passe,</div> - <div class="i0">For what are Pleasures but still-vading ioyes?</div> - <div class="i0">Fading as flowers, brittle as a glasse,</div> - <div class="i0">Or Potters Clay; crost with the least annoyes;</div> - <div class="i0">All thinges in this life are but trifling Toyes:</div> - <div class="i1">But Fame and Vertue neuer shall decay,</div> - <div class="i1">For Fame is Toomblesse, Vertue liues for aye!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><em><span class="gesperrt">FINIS</span>.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i183_dec.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i184_header.jpg" width="500" height="132" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">Hellens Rape.</h2> - -<p class="p6"><em>OR</em><br /> - -A light Lanthorne for light Ladies.</p> - -<p class="center">Written in English Hexameters.</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i184_dropl.jpg" width="120" alt="L" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7a"><em>Ouely a Lasse, so loued a Lasse, and</em> (<em>alas</em>) <em>such a louing</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>Lasse, for a while (but a while) was none such a sweet bonny Loue-Lasse</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>As</em> Helen, Mænelaus <em>louing, lou'd, loulie a loue-lasse,</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>Till spightfull Fortune from a loue-lasse made her a loue-lesse</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>Wife. From a wise woman to a witles vvanton abandond,</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>When her mate</em> (<em>vnawares</em>) <em>made warres in</em> Peloponessus,</div> - <div class="i8"><em>Adultrous</em> Paris (<em>then a Boy</em>) <em>kept sheepe as a shepheard</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>On</em> Ida <em>Mountaine, vnknowne to the King for a Keeper</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Of sheep, on</em> Ida <em>Mountaine, as a Boy, as a shepheard:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet such sheep he kept, and was so seemelie a shepheard,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Seemlie a Boy, so seemlie a youth, so seemlie a Younker,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That on</em> Ida <em>was not such a Boy, such a youth, such a Younker.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sonne now reconcil'd to the Father, fained a letter</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sent him by</em> Iupiter (<em>the greatest God in</em> Olympus)</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><em>For to repaire with speede to the brauest Græcian Hauen,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And to redeeme againe</em> Hesyone <em>latelie reuolted</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>From</em> Troy <em>by</em> Aiax, <em>whom she had newly betrothed.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Well, so well he told his tale to his Aunt</em> Amaryllis</div> - <div class="i0"><em>That</em> Amaryllis, (<em>his Aunt</em>,) <em>obtaind aid of his aged</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Syre, that he sent him a ship, and made Capten of</em> Argus.</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Great store went to Greece with lust-bewitched</em> Alexis,</div> - <div class="i0">Telamour, <em>and</em> Tydias: <em>with these he sliceth the salt seas,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The salt seas slicing, at length he comes to the firme land,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Firme land an auntient Iland cald old</em> Lacedæmon.</div> - <div class="i0">Argus (<em>eye full</em> Earle) <em>when first the ken of a Castle</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>He had spide bespake:</em> (<em>to the Mate, to the men, to the Mates-man</em>)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Lo behold of Greece</em> (<em>quoth he</em>) <em>the great</em> Cytadella.</div> - <div class="i0">(<em>Ycleaped</em> Menela) <em>so tearmed of</em> Deliaes <em>Husband:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Happie</em> Helen, <em>Womens most woonder, beautifull</em> Helen.</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Oh would God</em> (<em>quoth he</em>) <em>with a flattring Tongue he repeated:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Oh would God</em> (<em>quoth he</em>) <em>that I might deserue to be husband</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>To such a happie huswife, to such a beautifull</em> Helen.</div> - <div class="i0"><em>This he spake to intice the minde of a lecherous young-man:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>But what spurres need now, for an vntam'd Titt to be trotting:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Or to add old Oile to the flame, new flaxe to the fier:</em></div> - <div class="i0">Paris <em>heard him hard, and gaue good eare to his hearkening:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And then his loue to a lust, his lust was turnd to a fier,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Fier was turnd to a flame, and flame was turnd to a burning</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Brand: and mothers Dreame was then most truelie resolued.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Well so far th'are come, that now th'are come to the Castle,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Castle all of stone, yet euery stone vvas a Castle:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Euerie foote had a Fort, and euerie Fort had a fountaine,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Euerie fountaine a spring, and euerie spring had a spurting</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Streame: so strong without, vvithin, so stately a building,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Neuer afore vvas seene; If neuer afore</em> Polyphœbe</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Was seene: vvas to be seene, if nere to be seene vvas</em> Olympus.</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Flovvers vvere framd of flints, Walls, Rubies, Rafters of Argent:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Pauement of Chrisolite, Windows contriu'd of a Cristall:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Vessels were of gold, with gold was each thing adorned:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Golden Webs more worth than a vvealthy</em> Souldan <em>of Egypt,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And her selfe more vvorth than a vvealthy</em> Souldan <em>of Egypt:</em></div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><em>And her selfe more worth than all the wealth shee possessed;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Selfe? indeede such a selfe, as thundring</em> Ioue <em>in</em> Olympus,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Though he were father could finde in his hart to be husband.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Embassage ended, to the Queene of faire</em> Lacedæmon;</div> - <div class="i0">(<em>Happie King of a Queene so faire, of a Countrey so famous</em>)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Embassage ended, a Banquet braue was appointed:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sweet Repast for a Prince, fine Iunkets fit for a Kings sonne.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Biskets and Carrawayes, Comfets, Tart, Plate, Ielley, Gingerbread,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Lymons and Medlars: and Dishes moe by a thousand.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>First they fell to the feast, and after fall to a Dauncing,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And from a Dance to a Trance, from a Trance they fell to a falling,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Either in other armes, and either in armes of another.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Pastime ouer-past, and Banquet duely prepared,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Deuoutly pared: Each one hies home to his owne home,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Saue Lord and Ladie; Young Lad, but yet such an old Lad,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>In such a Ladies lappe, at such a slipperie by-blow,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That in a vvorld so vvilde, could not be found such a wilie</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Lad: in an Age so old, could not be found such an old lad:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Old lad, and bold lad, such a Boy, such a lustie</em> Iuuentus:</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Well to their vvorke they goe, and both they iumble in one Bed:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Worke so well they like, that they still like to be vvorking:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>For</em> Aurora <em>mounts before he leaues to be mounting:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And</em> Astræa <em>fades before she faints to be falling:</em></div> - <div class="i0">(Helen <em>a light Huswife, now a lightsome starre in</em> Olympus.)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><em><span class="gesperrt">FINIS</span>.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i186_dec.jpg" width="420" height="129" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"><a name="CYNTHICA" id="CYNTHICA"> -<img src="images/i187_title.jpg" width="326" height="560" alt="" /></a> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>Cynthia.</em><br /> -VVITH CER-<br /> -<span class="small80">taine Sonnets, and<br /> -the Legend of</span><br /> -<span class="small60"><em>Cassandra</em>.</span></h2> - -<p class="p1"><em>Quod cupio nequeo.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i187.jpg" width="64" height="32" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><em><span class="small70">At London</span></em>,<br /> -Printed for Humfrey<br /> -<span class="small80"><em>Lownes, and are to bee</em><br /> -sold at the VVest doore<br /> -of Paules. 1595.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188"></a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i189_header.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><span class="gesperrt">To the Right Honorable, and<br /> -<span class="small80">most noble-minded Lorde</span>,</span><br /> -<span class="small70">William Stanley, Earle of<br /> -Darby, &c.</span></h2> - - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i189_dropr.jpg" width="90" height="88" alt="R" /> -</span><em>Ight Honorable, the dutifull affection I beare to your -manie vertues, is cause, that to manifest my loue to -your Lordship, I am constrained to shew my simplenes -to the world. Many are they that admire your -worth, of the which number, I</em> (<em>though the meanest in abilitie, yet -with the formost in affection</em>) <em>am one that most desire to serue, and -onely to serue your Honour.</em></p> - -<p><em>Small is the gift, but great is my good-will; the which, by how -much the lesse I am able to expresse it, by so much the more it is -infinite. Liue long: and inherit your Predecessors vertues, as -you doe their dignitie and estate. This is my wish: the which your -honorable excellent giftes doe promise me to obtaine: and whereof -these few rude and vnpollished lines, are a true</em> (<em>though an vndeseruing</em>) -<em>testimony. If my ability were better, the signes should -be greater; but being as it is, your honour must take me as I am, -not as I should be. My yeares being so young, my perfection cannot -be greater: But howsoeuer it is, yours it is; and I my selfe am -yours; in all humble seruice, most ready to be commaunded.</em><br /> -<span class="shiftright">Richard Barnefeilde.</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i189a_header.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><em>To the curteous Gentlemen Readers.</em></h2> - - - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i190_dropg.jpg" width="90" height="95" alt="G" /> -</span>Entlemen; the last Terme [<em>i.e.</em>, <em>November</em> 1594] -there came forth a little toy of mine, intituled, -<cite>The affectionate Shepheard</cite>: In the which, his -Country <cite>Content</cite> found such friendly fauor, that it -hath incouraged me to publish my second fruites. -<cite>The affectionate Shepheard</cite> being the first: howsoeuer undeseruedly -(I protest) I haue beene thought (of some) to haue -beene the authour of two Books heretofore. I neede not to -name them, because they are two-well knowne already: nor -will I deny them, because they are dislik't; but because -they are not mine. This protestation (I hope) will satisfie -th'indifferent: as for them that are maliciously enuious, as -I cannot, so I care not to please. Some there were, that -did interpret <cite>The affectionate Shepheard</cite>, otherwise then (in -truth) I meant, touching the subiect thereof, to wit, the loue -of a Shepheard to a boy; a fault, the which I will not -excuse, because I neuer made. Onely this, I will vnshaddow -my conceit: being nothing else, but an imitation of <cite>Virgill</cite>, -in the second Eglogue of <cite>Alexis</cite>. In one or two places (in -this Booke) I vse the name of <cite>Eliza</cite> pastorally: wherein, -lest any one should misconster my meaning (as I hope none -will) I haue here briefly discouered my harmeles conceipt as -concerning that name: whereof once (in a simple Shepheards -deuice) I wrot this Epigramme.</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>One name there is, which name aboue all other</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>I most esteeme, as time and place shall proue:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The one is</em> Vesta, <em>th'other</em> Cupids <em>Mother,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>The first my Goddesse is, the last my loue;</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Subiect to Both I am: to that by berth;</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>To this for beautie; fairest on the earth.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Thus, hoping you will beare with my rude conceit of -<cite>Cynthia</cite>, (if for no other cause, yet, for that it is the first -imitation of the verse of that excellent Poet, Maister -<cite>Spencer</cite>, in his <cite>Fayrie Queene</cite>) I will leaue you to the reading -of that, which I so much desire may breed your Delight.<br /> -<span class="shiftright"><cite>Richard Barnefeild.</cite></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">T. T. in commendation of the<br /> -<em>Authour his worke</em>.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i191_dropw.jpg" width="90" alt="W" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Hylom that in a shepheards gray coate masked,</div> - <div class="i6">(Where masked loue the nonage of his skill)</div> - <div class="i6">Reares new Eagle-winged pen, new tasked,</div> - <div class="i6">To scale the by-clift Muse sole-pleasing hill:</div> - <div class="i6">Dropping sweete Nectar poesie from his quill,</div> - <div class="i7">Admires faire <em class="gesperrt">CYNTHIA</em> with his iuory pen</div> - <div class="i7">Faire <em class="gesperrt">CYNTHIA</em> lou'd, fear'd, of Gods and men.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Downe sliding from that cloudes ore-pearing mounteine:</div> - <div class="i0">Decking with double grace the neighbour plaines,</div> - <div class="i0">Drawes christall dew, from <em class="gesperrt">PEGASE</em> foote-sprung fountain,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose flower set banks, delights, sweet choice containes:</div> - <div class="i0">Nere yet discouerd to the country swaines:</div> - <div class="i1">Heere bud those branches, which adorne his turtle,</div> - <div class="i1">With loue made garlands, of heart-bleeding Mirtle.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Rays'd from the cynders, of the thrice-sact towne:</div> - <div class="i0"><em class="gesperrt">ILLIONS</em> sooth-telling <em class="gesperrt">SYBILLIST</em> appeares,</div> - <div class="i0">Eclipsing <em class="gesperrt">PHOEBUS</em> loue, with scornefull frowne,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose tragicke end, affords warme-water teares,</div> - <div class="i0">(For pitty-wanting <em class="gesperrt">PACOE</em>, none forbeares)</div> - <div class="i1">Such period haps, to beauties price ore-priz'd:</div> - <div class="i1">Where <em class="gesperrt">IANVS</em>-faced loue, doth lurke disguiz'd.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nere-waining <em class="gesperrt">CYNTHIA</em> yeelds thee triple thankes,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose beames vnborrowed darke the worlds faire eie</div> - <div class="i0">And as full streames that euer fill their bankes,</div> - <div class="i0">So those rare Sonnets, where wits ripe doth lie,</div> - <div class="i0">With Troian Nimph, doe soare thy fame to skie.</div> - <div class="i1">And those, and these, contend thy Muse to raise</div> - <div class="i1">(Larke mounting Muse) with more then common praise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Eng. Sch. Lib.</span> No.</em> 14.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i192_header.jpg" width="500" height="75" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>To his Mistresse.</em></h2> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i192_dropb.jpg" width="90" alt="B" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Right Starre of Beauty, fairest Faire aliue,</div> - <div class="i6">Rare president of peerelesse chastity;</div> - <div class="i6">(In whom the Muses and the Graces striue,</div> - <div class="i6">VVhich shall possesse the chiefest part of thee:)</div> - <div class="i6">Oh let these simple lines accepted bee:</div> - <div class="i7">VVhich here I offer at thy sacred shrine:</div> - <div class="i7">Sacred, because sweet Beauty is diuine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though I cannot please each curious eare,</div> - <div class="i0">With sugred Noates of heauenly Harmonie:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet if my loue shall to thy selfe appeare,</div> - <div class="i0">No other Muse I will inuoke but thee:</div> - <div class="i0">And if thou wilt my faire <em>Thalia</em> be,</div> - <div class="i1">Ile sing sweet Hymnes and praises to thy name,</div> - <div class="i1">In that cleare Temple of eternall Fame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But ah (alas) how can mine infant Muse</div> - <div class="i0">(That neuer heard of <em>Helicon</em> before)</div> - <div class="i0">Performe my promise past: when they refuse</div> - <div class="i0">Poore Shepheards Plaints? yet will I still adore</div> - <div class="i0">Thy sacred Name, al though I write no more:</div> - <div class="i1">Yet hope I shall, if this accepted bee:</div> - <div class="i1">If not, in silence sleepe eternally.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i192a_header.jpg" width="500" height="75" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i193_header.jpg" width="500" height="167" alt="" /> -</div> - - - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em><span class="gesperrt">CYNTHIA</span>.</em></h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i193_dropn.jpg" width="120" alt="N" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7a">Ow was the Welkyn all inuelloped</div> - <div class="i8">With duskie Mantle of the sable Night:</div> - <div class="i8">And <span class="smcap">Cynthia</span> lifting vp her drouping head,</div> - <div class="i8">Blusht at the Beautie of her borrowed light,</div> - <div class="i8">When Sleepe now summon'd euery mortal wight.</div> - <div class="i8">Then loe (me thought) I saw or seem'd to see,</div> - <div class="i8">An heauenly Creature like an Angell bright,</div> - <div class="i8">That in great haste came pacing towards me:</div> - <div class="i7">Was neuer mortall eye beheld so faire a Shee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou lazie man (quoth she) what mak'st thou heere</div> - <div class="i1">(Luld in the lap of Honours Enimie?)</div> - <div class="i1">I heere commaund thee now for to appeare</div> - <div class="i1">(By vertue of <span class="smcap">Ioves</span> mickle Maiestie)</div> - <div class="i1">In yonder Wood. (Which with her finger shee</div> - <div class="i1">Out-poynting) had no sooner turn'd her face,</div> - <div class="i1">And leauing mee to muze what she should bee,</div> - <div class="i1">Yuanished into some other place:</div> - <div class="i0">But straite (me thought) I saw a rout of heauenlie Race.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Downe in a Dale, hard by a Forrest side,</div> - <div class="i1">(Vnder the shaddow of a loftie Pine,)</div> - <div class="i1">Not far from whence a trickling streame did glide,</div> - <div class="i1">Did nature by her secret art combine,</div> - <div class="i1">A pleasant Arbour, of a spreading Vine:</div> - <div class="i1">Wherein Art stroue with nature to compaire,</div> - <div class="i1">That made it rather seeme a thing diuine</div> - <div class="i1">Being scituate all in the open Aire:</div> - <div class="i0">A fairer nere was seene, if any seene so faire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There might one see, and yet not see (indeede)</div> - <div class="i1">Fresh <em>Flora</em> flourishing in chiefest Prime,</div> - <div class="i1">Arrayed all in gay and gorgeous weede,</div> - <div class="i1">The Primrose and sweet-smelling Eglantine,</div> - <div class="i1">As fitted best beguiling so the time:</div> - <div class="i1">And euer as she went she strewd the place,</div> - <div class="i1">Red-roses mixt with Daffadillies fine,</div> - <div class="i1">For Gods and Goddesses, that in like case</div> - <div class="i0">In this same order sat, with il-beseeming grace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">First, in a royall Chaire of massie gold,</div> - <div class="i1">(Bard all about with plates of burning steele)</div> - <div class="i1">Sat <em>Iupiter</em> most glorious to behold,</div> - <div class="i1">And in his hand was placed Fortunes wheele:</div> - <div class="i1">The which he often turn'd, and oft did reele.</div> - <div class="i1">And next to him, in griefe and gealouzie,</div> - <div class="i1">(If sight may censure what the heart doth feele)</div> - <div class="i1">In sad lament was placed <em>Mercurie</em>;</div> - <div class="i0">That dying seem'd to weep, and weeping seem'd to die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">On th'other side, aboue the other twaine,</div> - <div class="i1">(Delighting as it seem'd to sit alone)</div> - <div class="i1">Sat <em>Mulciber</em>; in pride and high disdaine,</div> - <div class="i1">Mounted on high vpon a stately throne,</div> - <div class="i1">And euen with that I heard a deadly grone:</div> - <div class="i1">Muzing at this, and such an vncouth sight,</div> - <div class="i1">(Not knowing what shoulde make that piteous mone)</div> - <div class="i1">I saw three furies, all in Armour dight,</div> - <div class="i0">With euery one a Lampe, and euery one a light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> - <div class="i0">I deemed so; nor was I much deceau'd,</div> - <div class="i1">For poured forth in sensuall Delight,</div> - <div class="i1">There might I see of Sences quite bereau'd</div> - <div class="i1">King <em>Priams</em> Sonne, that <em>Alexander</em> hight</div> - <div class="i1">(Wrapt in the Mantle of eternall Night.)</div> - <div class="i1">And vnder him, awaiting for his fall,</div> - <div class="i1">Sate Shame, here Death, and there sat fel Despight,</div> - <div class="i1">That with their Horrour did his heart appall:</div> - <div class="i0">Thus was his Blisse to Bale, his Hony turn'd to gall.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In which delight feeding mine hungry eye,</div> - <div class="i1">Of two great Goddesses a sight I had,</div> - <div class="i1">And after them in wondrous Iollity,</div> - <div class="i1">(As one that inly ioy'd, so was she glad)</div> - <div class="i1">The Queene of Loue full royallie yclad,</div> - <div class="i1">In glistring Gold, and peerelesse precious stone,</div> - <div class="i1">There might I spie: and her Companion had,</div> - <div class="i1">Proud <em>Paris</em>, Nephew to <em>Laomedon</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">That afterward did cause the Death of many a one.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">By this the formost melting all in teares,</div> - <div class="i1">And rayning downe resolued Pearls in showers,</div> - <div class="i1">Gan to approach the place of heauenly Pheares,</div> - <div class="i1">And with her weeping, watring all their Bowers,</div> - <div class="i1">Throwing sweet Odors on those fading flowers,</div> - <div class="i1">At length, she them bespake thus mournfullie.</div> - <div class="i1">High <em>Ioue</em> (quoth she) and yee Cœlestiall powers,</div> - <div class="i1">That here in Iudgement sit twixt her and mee,</div> - <div class="i0">Now listen (for a while) and iudge with equitie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sporting our selues to day, as wee were woont</div> - <div class="i1">(I meane, I, <em>Pallas</em>, and the Queene of Loue.)</div> - <div class="i1">Intending with <em>Diana</em> for to hunt,</div> - <div class="i1">On <em>Ida</em> Mountaine top our skill to proue,</div> - <div class="i1">A golden Ball was trindled from aboue,</div> - <div class="i1">And on the Rinde was writ this Poesie,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Pvlcherimæ</span> for which a while we stroue,</div> - <div class="i1">Each saying shee was fairest of the three,</div> - <div class="i0">When loe a shepheards Swaine not far away we see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> - <div class="i0">I spi'd him first, and spying thus bespake,</div> - <div class="i1">Shall yonder Swaine vnfolde the mysterie?</div> - <div class="i1">Agreed (quoth <em>Venus</em>) and by <em>Stygian</em> Lake,</div> - <div class="i1">To whom he giues the ball so shall it bee:</div> - <div class="i1">Nor from his censure will I flie, quoth shee,</div> - <div class="i1">(Poynting to <em>Pallas</em>) though I loose the gole.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus euery one yplac'd in her degree,</div> - <div class="i1">The Shepheard comes, whose partial eies gan role,</div> - <div class="i0">And on our beuties look't, and of our beuties stole.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I promis'd wealth, <em>Minerua</em> promised wit,</div> - <div class="i1">(Shee promis'd wit to him that was vnwise,)</div> - <div class="i1">But he (fond foole) had soone refused it,</div> - <div class="i1">And minding to bestow that glorious Prize,</div> - <div class="i1">On <em>Venus</em>, that with pleasure might suffize</div> - <div class="i1">His greedie minde in loose lasciuiousnes:</div> - <div class="i1">Vpon a sudden, wanting goode aduice,</div> - <div class="i1">Holde heere (quoth he) this golden Ball possesse,</div> - <div class="i0">Which <em>Paris</em> giues to thee for meede of worthines,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus haue I shew'd the summe of all my sute,</div> - <div class="i1">And as a Plaintiffe heere appeale to thee,</div> - <div class="i1">And to the rest. Whose folly I impute</div> - <div class="i1">To filthie lust, and partialitie,</div> - <div class="i1">That made him iudge amisse: and so doo we</div> - <div class="i1">(Quoth <em>Pallas</em>, <em>Venus</em>,) nor will I gaine-say,</div> - <div class="i1">Although it's mine by right, yet willinglie,</div> - <div class="i1">I heere disclaime my title and obey:</div> - <div class="i0">When silence being made, <em>Ioue</em> thus began to saie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou <em>Venus</em>, art my darling, thou my deare,</div> - <div class="i1">(<em>Minerua</em>) shee, my sister and my wife:</div> - <div class="i1">So that of all a due respect I beare,</div> - <div class="i1">Assign'd as one to end this doubtfull strife,</div> - <div class="i1">(Touching your forme, your fame, your loue, your life)</div> - <div class="i1">Beauty is vaine much like a gloomy light,</div> - <div class="i1">And wanting wit is counted but a trife,</div> - <div class="i1">Especially when Honour's put to flight:</div> - <div class="i0">Thus of a lonely, soone becomes a loathly sight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> - <div class="i0">VVit without wealth is bad, yet counted good,</div> - <div class="i1">wealth wanting wisdom's worse, yet deem'd as wel,</div> - <div class="i1">From whence (for ay) doth flow, as from a flood,</div> - <div class="i1">A pleasant Poyson, and a heauenly Hell,</div> - <div class="i1">where mortall men do couet still to dwell.</div> - <div class="i1">Yet one there is to Vertue so inclin'd,</div> - <div class="i1">That as for Maiesty she beares the Bell,</div> - <div class="i1">So in the truth who tries her princelie minde,</div> - <div class="i0">Both Wisdom, Beauty, Wealth, and all in her shall find.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In Westerne world amids the Ocean maine,</div> - <div class="i1">In compleat Vertue shining like the Sunne,</div> - <div class="i1">In great Renowne a maiden Queene doth raigne,</div> - <div class="i1">Whose royall Race, in Ruine first begun,</div> - <div class="i1">Till Heauens bright Lamps dissolue shall nere be done:</div> - <div class="i1">In whose faire eies Loue linckt with vertues been,</div> - <div class="i1">In euerlasting Peace and Vnion.</div> - <div class="i1">Which sweet Consort in her full well beseeme</div> - <div class="i0">Of Bounty, and of Beauty fairest Fayrie Queene.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And to conclude, the gifts in her yfound,</div> - <div class="i1">Are all so noble, royall, and so rare,</div> - <div class="i1">That more and more in her they doe abound;</div> - <div class="i1">In her most peerelesse Prince without compare,</div> - <div class="i1">Endowing still her minde with vertuous care:</div> - <div class="i1">That through the world (so wide) the flying fame,</div> - <div class="i1">(And Name that Enuies selfe cannot impaire,)</div> - <div class="i1">Is blown of this faire Queen, this gorgeous dame,</div> - <div class="i0">Fame borrowing al men's mouths to royalize the same.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And with this sentence <em>Iupiter</em> did end,</div> - <div class="i1">This is the Pricke (quoth he), this is the praies,</div> - <div class="i1">To whom, this as a Present I will send,</div> - <div class="i1">That shameth <em>Cynthia</em> in her siluer Raies,</div> - <div class="i1">If so you three this deed doe not displease.</div> - <div class="i1">Then one, and all, and euery one of them,</div> - <div class="i1">To her that is the honour of her daies,</div> - <div class="i1">A second <em>Iudith</em> in <span class="smcap">Iervsalem</span>.</div> - <div class="i0">To her we send this Pearle, this Iewell, and this Iem.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then call'd he vp the winged <em>Mercury</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">(The mighty Messenger of Gods enrold,)</div> - <div class="i1">And bad him hither hastily to hie,</div> - <div class="i1">Whom tended by her Nymphes he should behold,</div> - <div class="i1">(Like Pearles ycouched all in shining gold.)</div> - <div class="i1">And euen with that, from pleasant slumbring sleepe,</div> - <div class="i1">(Desiring much these wonders to vnfold)</div> - <div class="i1">I wak'ning, when <em>Aurora</em> gan to peepe,</div> - <div class="i0">Depriu'd so soone of my sweet Dreame, gan almost weepe.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p4c"><em>The Conclusion.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i198_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Hus, sacred Virgin, Muse of chastitie,</div> - <div class="i6">This difference is betwixt the Moone and thee:</div> - <div class="i6">Shee shines by Night; but thou by Day do'st shine:</div> - <div class="i6">Shee Monthly changeth; thou dost nere decline:</div> - <div class="i6">And as the Sunne, to her, doth lend his light,</div> - <div class="i0">So hee, by thee, is onely made so bright:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet neither Sun, nor Moone, thou canst be named,</div> - <div class="i0">Because thy light hath both their beauties shamed:</div> - <div class="i1">Then, since an heauenly Name doth thee befall,</div> - <div class="i1">Thou <span class="smcap">Virgo</span> art: (if any Signe at all).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><span class="gesperrt">FINIS</span>.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i198_dec.jpg" width="319" height="300" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i199_header.jpg" width="500" height="153" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">[<em><span class="gesperrt">SONNETS</span>.</em>]</h2> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. I.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i199_drops.jpg" width="120" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8">Porting at fancie, setting light by loue,</div> - <div class="i9">There came a theefe, and stole away my heart,</div> - <div class="i9">(And therefore robd me of my chiefest part)</div> - <div class="i8">Yet cannot Reason him a felon proue.</div> - <div class="i8">For why his beauty (my hearts thiefe) affirmeth,</div> - <div class="i9">Piercing no skin (the bodies fensiue wall)</div> - <div class="i9">And hauing leaue, and free consent withall,</div> - <div class="i8">Himselfe not guilty, from loue guilty tearmeth,</div> - <div class="i0">Conscience the Iudge, twelue Reasons are the Iurie,</div> - <div class="i1">They finde mine eies the be[a]utie t' haue let in,</div> - <div class="i1">And on this verdict giuen, agreed they bin,</div> - <div class="i0">VVherefore, because his beauty did allure yee,</div> - <div class="i1">Your Doome is this: in teares still to be drowned,</div> - <div class="i1">VVhen his faire forehead with disdain is frowned.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. II.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i200_dropb.jpg" width="90" alt="B" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">E[a]uty and Maiesty are falne at ods,</div> - <div class="i7">Th'one claimes his cheeke, the other claimes his chin;</div> - <div class="i7">Then Vertue comes, and puts her title in.</div> - <div class="i6">(Quoth she) I make him like th'immortall Gods.</div> - <div class="i6">(Quoth Maiestie) I owne his lookes, his Brow,</div> - <div class="i7">His lips, (quoth Loue) his eies, his faire is mine.</div> - <div class="i1">And yet (quoth Maiesty) he is not thine,</div> - <div class="i0">I mixe Disdaine with Loues congealed Snow.</div> - <div class="i0">I, but (quoth Loue) his lockes are mine (by right)</div> - <div class="i1">His stately gate is mine (quoth Maiestie,)</div> - <div class="i1">And mine (quoth Vertue) is his Modestie.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus as they striue about this heauenly wight,</div> - <div class="i1">At last the other two to Vertue yeeld,</div> - <div class="i1">The lists of Loue, fought in faire Beauties field.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. III.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i200_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">He Stoicks thinke, (and they come neere the truth,)</div> - <div class="i7">That vertue is the chiefest good of all,</div> - <div class="i7">The Academicks on <em>Idea</em> call.</div> - <div class="i6">The Epicures in pleasure spend their youth,</div> - <div class="i6">The Perrepatetickes iudge felicitie,</div> - <div class="i7">To be the chiefest good aboue all other,</div> - <div class="i1">One man, thinks this: and that conceaues another:</div> - <div class="i0">So that in one thing very few agree.</div> - <div class="i0">Let Stoicks haue their Vertue if they will,</div> - <div class="i1">And all the rest their chiefe-supposed good,</div> - <div class="i1">Let cruell Martialists delight in blood,</div> - <div class="i0">And Mysers ioy their bags with gold to fill:</div> - <div class="i1">My chiefest good, my chiefe felicity,</div> - <div class="i1">Is to be gazing on my loues faire eie.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. IIII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i201_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Wo stars there are in one faire firmament,</div> - <div class="i7">(Of some intitled <em>Ganymedes</em> sweet face),</div> - <div class="i7">VVhich other stars in brightnes doe disgrace,</div> - <div class="i6">As much as <em>Po</em> in clearenes passeth <em>Trent</em>.</div> - <div class="i6">Nor are they common natur'd stars: for why,</div> - <div class="i7">These stars when other shine vaile their pure light,</div> - <div class="i1">And when all other vanish out of sight,</div> - <div class="i0">They adde a glory to the worlds great eie.</div> - <div class="i0">By these two stars my life is onely led,</div> - <div class="i1">In them I place my ioy, in them my pleasure,</div> - <div class="i1">Loue's piercing Darts, and Natures precious treasure</div> - <div class="i0">With their sweet foode my fainting soule is fed:</div> - <div class="i1">Then when my sunne is absent from my sight</div> - <div class="i1">How can it chuse (with me) but be dark night?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. V.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i201_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">T is reported of faire <em>Thetis</em> Sonne,</div> - <div class="i7">(<em>Achilles</em> famous for his chiualry,</div> - <div class="i7">His noble minde and magnanimity,)</div> - <div class="i6">That when the Troian wars were new begun,</div> - <div class="i6">Whos'euer was deepe-wounded with his speare,</div> - <div class="i7">Could neuer be recured of his maime,</div> - <div class="i1">Nor euer after be made whole againe:</div> - <div class="i0">Except with that speares rust he holpen were.</div> - <div class="i0">Euen so it fareth with my fortune now,</div> - <div class="i1">Who being wounded with his piercing eie,</div> - <div class="i1">Must either thereby finde a remedy,</div> - <div class="i0">Or els to be releeu'd, I know not how.</div> - <div class="i1">Then if thou hast a minde still to annoy me,</div> - <div class="i1">Kill me with kisses, if thou wilt destroy me.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. VI.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i202_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Sweet Corrall lips, where Nature's treasure lies,</div> - <div class="i7">The balme of blisse, the soueraigne salue of sorrow,</div> - <div class="i7">The secret touch of loues heart-burning arrow,</div> - <div class="i6">Come quench my thirst or els poor <em>Daphnis</em> dies.</div> - <div class="i6">One night I dream'd (alas twas but a Dreame)</div> - <div class="i7">That I did feele the sweetnes of the same,</div> - <div class="i1">Where-with inspir'd, I young againe became,</div> - <div class="i0">And from my heart a spring of blood did streame,</div> - <div class="i0">But when I wak't, I found it nothing so,</div> - <div class="i1">Saue that my limbs (me thought) did waxe more strong</div> - <div class="i1">And I more lusty far, and far more yong.</div> - <div class="i0">This gift on him rich Nature did bestow.</div> - <div class="i1">Then if in dreaming so, I so did speede,</div> - <div class="i1">What should I doe, if I did so indeede?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. VII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i202_drops2.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Weet <em>Thames</em> I honour thee, not for thou art</div> - <div class="i7">The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile,</div> - <div class="i7">Nor for thou dost admirers eies beguile,</div> - <div class="i6">But for thou hold'st the keeper of my heart,</div> - <div class="i6">For on thy waues, (thy Christal-billow'd waues,)</div> - <div class="i7">My fairest faire, my siluer Swan is swimming:</div> - <div class="i1">Against the sunne his pruned feathers trimming:</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst <em>Neptune</em> his faire feete with water laues,</div> - <div class="i0">Neptune, I feare not thee, not yet thine eie,</div> - <div class="i1">And yet (alas) <em>Apollo</em> lou'd a boy,</div> - <div class="i1">And <em>Cyparissus</em> was <em>Siluanus</em> ioy.</div> - <div class="i0">No, no, I feare none but faire <em>Thetis</em>, I,</div> - <div class="i1">For if she spie my Loue, (alas) aie me,</div> - <div class="i1">My mirth is turn'd to extreame miserie.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. VIII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i203_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ometimes I wish that I his pillow were,</div> - <div class="i7">So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene,</div> - <div class="i7">So might I gaze vpon his sleeping eine,</div> - <div class="i6">Although I did it with a panting feare:</div> - <div class="i6">But when I well consider how vaine my wish is,</div> - <div class="i7">Ah foolish Bees (thinke I) that doe not sucke</div> - <div class="i1">His lips for hony; but poore flowers doe plucke</div> - <div class="i0">Which haue no sweet in them: when his sole kisses,</div> - <div class="i0">Are able to reuiue a dying soule.</div> - <div class="i1">Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe,</div> - <div class="i1">His angry voice your flying will pursue:</div> - <div class="i0">But when they heare his tongue, what can controule,</div> - <div class="i1">Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see,</div> - <div class="i1">How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. IX.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i203_dropd.jpg" width="90" alt="D" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><em>Iana</em> (on a time) walking the wood,</div> - <div class="i7">To sport herselfe, of her faire traine forlorne,</div> - <div class="i7">Chaunc't for to pricke her foote against a thorne,</div> - <div class="i6">And from thence issu'd out a streame of blood.</div> - <div class="i6">No sooner shee was vanisht out of sight,</div> - <div class="i7">But loues faire Queen came there away by chance,</div> - <div class="i7">And hauing of this hap a glym'ring glance,</div> - <div class="i0">She put the blood into a christall bright,</div> - <div class="i0">When being now come vnto mount <em>Rhodope</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">With her faire hands she formes a shape of Snow,</div> - <div class="i1">And blends it with this blood; from whence doth grow</div> - <div class="i0">A lonely creature, brighter than the Dey.</div> - <div class="i1">And being christned in faire <em>Paphos</em> shrine,</div> - <div class="i1">She call'd him <em>Ganymede</em>: as all diuine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. X.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i204_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Hus was my loue, thus was my <em>Ganymed</em>,</div> - <div class="i7">(Heauens ioy, worlds wonder, natures fairest work,</div> - <div class="i7">In whose aspect Hope and Dispaire doe lurke)</div> - <div class="i6">Made of pure blood in whitest snow yshed,</div> - <div class="i6">And for sweete <em>Venus</em> only form'd his face,</div> - <div class="i7">And his each member delicately framed,</div> - <div class="i7">And last of all faire <em>Ganymede</em> him named,</div> - <div class="i0">His limbs (as their Creatrix) her imbrace.</div> - <div class="i0">But as for his pure, spotles, vertuous minde,</div> - <div class="i1">Because it sprung of chaste <em>Dianaes</em> blood,</div> - <div class="i1">(Goddesse of Maides, directresse of all good,)</div> - <div class="i0">Hit wholy is to chastity inclinde.</div> - <div class="i1">And thus it is: as far as I can proue,</div> - <div class="i1">He loues to be beloued, but not to loue.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET XI.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i204_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ighing, and sadly sitting by my Loue,</div> - <div class="i7">He ask't the cause of my hearts sorrowing,</div> - <div class="i7">Coniuring me by heauens eternall King</div> - <div class="i6">To tell the cause which me so much did moue.</div> - <div class="i6">Compell'd: (quoth I) to thee will I confesse,</div> - <div class="i1">Loue is the cause; and only loue it is</div> - <div class="i1">That doth depriue me of my heauenly blisse.</div> - <div class="i0">Loue is the paine that doth my heart oppresse.</div> - <div class="i0">And what is she (quoth he) whom thou dos't loue?</div> - <div class="i1">Looke in this glasse (quoth I) there shalt thou see</div> - <div class="i1">The perfect forme of my fælicitie.</div> - <div class="i0">When, thinking that it would strange Magique proue</div> - <div class="i1">He open'd it: and taking of the couer,</div> - <div class="i1">He straight perceau'd himselfe to be my Louer.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i205_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ome talke of <em>Ganymede</em> th' <em>Idalian</em> Boy,</div> - <div class="i7">And some of faire <em>Adonis</em> make their boast,</div> - <div class="i7">Some talke of him whom louely <em>Læda</em> lost,</div> - <div class="i6">And some of <em>Ecchoes</em> loue that was so coy.</div> - <div class="i6">They speake by heere-say, I of perfect truth,</div> - <div class="i1">They partially commend the persons named,</div> - <div class="i1">And for them, sweet Encomions haue framed:</div> - <div class="i0">I onely t'him haue sacrifized my youth.</div> - <div class="i0">As for those wonders of antiquitie,</div> - <div class="i1">And those whom later ages haue inioy'd,</div> - <div class="i1">(But ah what hath not cruell death destroide?</div> - <div class="i0">Death, that enuies this worlds felicitie),</div> - <div class="i1">They were (perhaps) lesse faire then Poets write.</div> - <div class="i1">But he is fairer then I can indite.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XIII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i205_drops2.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Peake Eccho, tell; how may I call my loue? <span class="mleft3"><em>Loue.</em></span></div> - <div class="i7">But how his Lamps that are so christaline? <span class="stageright"><em>Eyne.</em></span></div> - <div class="i7">Oh happy starrs that make your heauens diuine:</div> - <div class="i6">And happy Iems that admiration moue.</div> - <div class="i6">How tearm'st his golden tresses wau'd with aire? <span class="stageright"><em>Haire.</em></span></div> - <div class="i1">Oh louely haire of your more-louely Maister,</div> - <div class="i1">Image of loue, faire shape of Alablaster,</div> - <div class="i0">Why do'st thou driue thy Louer to dispaire?</div> - <div class="i0">How do'st thou cal the bed wher beuty grows? <span class="stageright"><em>Rose.</em></span></div> - <div class="i1">Faire virgine-Rose, whose mayden blossoms couer</div> - <div class="i1">The milke-white Lilly, thy imbracing Louer:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose kisses makes thee oft thy red to lose.</div> - <div class="i1">And blushing oft for shame, when he hath kist thee,</div> - <div class="i1">He vades away, and thou raing'st where it list thee.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XIIII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i206_droph.jpg" width="90" alt="H" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ere, hold this gloue (this milk-white cheueril gloue)</div> - <div class="i7">Not quaintly ouer-wrought with curious knots,</div> - <div class="i7">Not deckt with golden spangs, nor siluer spots,</div> - <div class="i6">Yet wholsome for thy hand as thou shalt proue.</div> - <div class="i6">Ah no; (sweet boy) place this gloue neere thy heart,</div> - <div class="i1">Weare it, and lodge it still within thy brest,</div> - <div class="i1">So shalt thou make me (most vnhappy,) blest.</div> - <div class="i0">So shalt thou rid my paine, and ease my smart:</div> - <div class="i0">How can that be (perhaps) thou wilt reply,</div> - <div class="i1">A gloue is for the hand not for the heart,</div> - <div class="i1">Nor can it well be prou'd by common art,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor reasons rule. To this, thus answere I:</div> - <div class="i1">If thou from gloue do'st take away the g,</div> - <div class="i1">Then gloue is loue: and so I send it thee.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XV.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i206_dropa.jpg" width="90" alt="A" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">[H] fairest <em>Ganymede</em>, disdaine me not,</div> - <div class="i7">Though silly Sheepeheard I, presume to loue thee,</div> - <div class="i7">Though my harsh songs and Sonnets cannot moue thee,</div> - <div class="i6">Yet to thy beauty is my loue no blot.</div> - <div class="i6"><em>Apollo</em>, <em>Ioue</em>, and many Gods beside,</div> - <div class="i1">S' daind not the name of cuntry shepheards swains</div> - <div class="i1">Nor want we pleasure, though we take some pains,</div> - <div class="i0">We liue contentedly: a thing call'd pride,</div> - <div class="i0">Which so corrupts the Court and euery place,</div> - <div class="i1">(Each place I meane where learning is neglected,</div> - <div class="i1">And yet of late, euen learnings selfe's infected)</div> - <div class="i0">I know not what it meanes, in any case:</div> - <div class="i1">Wee onely (when <em>Molorchus</em> gins to peepe)</div> - <div class="i1">Learne for to folde, and to vnfold our sheepe.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XVI.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i207_dropl.jpg" width="90" alt="L" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ong haue I long'd to see my Loue againe,</div> - <div class="i7">Still haue I wisht, but neuer could obtaine it;</div> - <div class="i7">Rather than all the world (if I might gaine it)</div> - <div class="i6">Would I desire my loues sweet precious gaine.</div> - <div class="i6">Yet in my soule I see him euerie day,</div> - <div class="i1">See him, and see his still sterne countenaunce,</div> - <div class="i1">But (ah) what is of long continuance,</div> - <div class="i0">Where Maiestie and Beautie beares the sway?</div> - <div class="i0">Sometimes, when I imagine that I see him,</div> - <div class="i1">(As loue is full of foolish fantasies)</div> - <div class="i1">VVeening to kisse his lips, as my loues fee's,</div> - <div class="i0">I feele but Aire: nothing but Aire to bee him.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus with <em>Ixion</em>, kisse I clouds in vaine:</div> - <div class="i1">Thus with <em>Ixion</em>, feele I endles paine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XVII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i207_dropc.jpg" width="90" alt="C" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Herry-lipt <em>Adonis</em> in his snowie shape,</div> - <div class="i7">Might not compare with his pure Iuorie white,</div> - <div class="i7">On whose faire front a Poets pen may write,</div> - <div class="i6">Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape,</div> - <div class="i6">His loue-enticing delicate soft limbs,</div> - <div class="i1">Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazing eies:</div> - <div class="i1">His cheekes, the Lillie and Carnation dies,</div> - <div class="i0">With louely tincture which <em>Apolloes</em> dims.</div> - <div class="i0">His lips ripe strawberries in Nectar wet,</div> - <div class="i1">His mouth a Hiue, his tongue a hony-combe,</div> - <div class="i1">Where Muses (like Bees) make their mansion.</div> - <div class="i0">His teeth pure Pearle in blushing Correll set.</div> - <div class="i1">Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring,</div> - <div class="i1">Be slow to loue, and quicke to hate, enduring?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XVIII.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i208_dropn.jpg" width="90" alt="N" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ot <em>Megabætes</em> nor <em>Cleonymus</em>,</div> - <div class="i7">(Of whom great <em>Plutarch</em> makes such mention,</div> - <div class="i7">Praysing their faire with rare inuention)</div> - <div class="i6">As <em>Ganymede</em> were halfe so beauteous.</div> - <div class="i6">They onely pleas'd the eies of two great Kings,</div> - <div class="i1">But all the worlde at my loue stands amazed,</div> - <div class="i1">Nor one that on his Angels face hath gazed,</div> - <div class="i0">But (rauisht with delight) him Presents brings.</div> - <div class="i0">Some weaning Lambs, and some a suckling Kyd,</div> - <div class="i1">Some Nuts, and fil-beards, others Peares and Plums,</div> - <div class="i1">Another with a milk-white Heyfar comes;</div> - <div class="i0">As lately <em>Ægons</em> man (<em>Damætas</em>) did:</div> - <div class="i1">But neither he, nor all the Nymphs beside,</div> - <div class="i1">Can win my <em>Ganymede</em>, with them t'abide.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XIX.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i208_dropa.jpg" width="90" alt="A" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">H no; nor I my selfe: though my pure loue</div> - <div class="i7">(Sweete <em>Ganymede</em>) to thee hath still beene pure,</div> - <div class="i7">And euen till my last gaspe shall aie endure,</div> - <div class="i6">Could euer thy obdurate beuty moue:</div> - <div class="i6">Then cease oh Goddesse sonne (for sure thou art,</div> - <div class="i1">A Goddesse sonne that canst resist desire)</div> - <div class="i1">Cease thy hard heart, and entertaine loues fire,</div> - <div class="i0">Within thy sacred breast: by Natures art.</div> - <div class="i0">And as I loue thee more then any Creature,</div> - <div class="i1">(Loue thee, because thy beautie is diuine;</div> - <div class="i1">Loue thee, because my selfe, my soule is thine:</div> - <div class="i0">Wholie deuoted to thy louelie feature),</div> - <div class="i1">Euen so of all the vowels, I and V,</div> - <div class="i1">Are dearest vnto me, as doth ensue.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gesperrt">SONNET. XX.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i209_dropb.jpg" width="90" alt="B" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ut now my Muse toyld with continuall care,</div> - <div class="i7">Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace,</div> - <div class="i7">Expecting fauour from that heauenly grace,</div> - <div class="i6">That maie (in time) her feeble strength repaire.</div> - <div class="i6">Till when (sweete youth) th'essence of my soule,</div> - <div class="i1">(Thou that dost sit and sing at my hearts griefe.</div> - <div class="i1">Thou that dost send thy shepheard no reliefe)</div> - <div class="i0">Beholde, these lines; the sonnes of Teares and Dole.</div> - <div class="i0">Ah had great <em>Colin</em> chiefe of sheepheards all,</div> - <div class="i1">Or gentle <em>Rowland</em>, my professed friend,</div> - <div class="i1">Had they thy beautie, or my pennance pend,</div> - <div class="i0">Greater had beene thy fame, and lesse my fall:</div> - <div class="i1">But since that euerie one cannot be wittie,</div> - <div class="i1">Pardon I craue of them, and of thee, pitty.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">FINIS.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i209_dec.jpg" width="400" height="288" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i210_header.jpg" width="500" height="86" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gesperrt">AN ODE.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i210_dropn.jpg" width="120" alt="N" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8">Ights were short, and daies were long;</div> - <div class="i8">Blossoms on the Hauthorn's hung:</div> - <div class="i8"><em>Philomœle</em> (Night-Musiques-King)</div> - <div class="i8">Tolde the comming of the spring.</div> - <div class="i8">Whose sweete siluer-sounding voice</div> - <div class="i8">Made the little birds reioice:</div> - <div class="i8">Skipping light from spray to spray,</div> - <div class="i8">Till <em>Aurora</em> shew'd the day.</div> - <div class="i8">Scarce might one see, when I might see</div> - <div class="i8">(For such chaunces sudden bee)</div> - <div class="i8">By a well of Marble-stone</div> - <div class="i8">A Shepheard lying all alone.</div> - <div class="i8">Weepe he did; and his weeping</div> - <div class="i8">Made the fading flowers spring.</div> - <div class="i8"><em>Daphnis</em> was his name (I weene)</div> - <div class="i8">Youngest Swaine of Summers Queene.</div> - <div class="i8">When <em>Aurora</em> saw 'twas he.</div> - <div class="i8">Weepe she did for companie:</div> - <div class="i8">Weepe she did for her sweete sonne</div> - <div class="i8">That (when antique <em>Troy</em> was wonne)</div> - <div class="i8">Suffer'd death by lucklesse fate,</div> - <div class="i8">Whom she now laments too late:</div> - <div class="i8">And each morning (by Cocks crew)</div> - <div class="i8">Showers downe her siluer dew.</div> - <div class="i8">Whose teares (falling from their spring)</div> - <div class="i8">Giue moysture to each liuing thing,</div> - <div class="i8">That on earth increase and grow,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> - <div class="i8">Through power of their friendlie foe.</div> - <div class="i8">Whose effect when <em>Flora</em> felt,</div> - <div class="i8">Teares, that did her bosome melt,</div> - <div class="i8">(For who can resist teares often,</div> - <div class="i8">But Shee whom no teares can soften?)</div> - <div class="i8">Peering straite aboue the banks,</div> - <div class="i8">Shew'd herselfe to giue her thanks.</div> - <div class="i8">Wondring thus at Natures worke,</div> - <div class="i8">(Wherein many maruailes lurke)</div> - <div class="i8">Me thought I heard a dolefull noise,</div> - <div class="i8">Consorted with a mournfull voice,</div> - <div class="i8">Drawing nie to heare more plaine,</div> - <div class="i8">Heare I did, vnto my paine,</div> - <div class="i8">(For who is not pain'd to heare</div> - <div class="i8">Him in griefe whom heart holdes deare?)</div> - <div class="i8">Silly swaine (with griefe ore-gone)</div> - <div class="i8">Thus to make his piteous mone.</div> - <div class="i8">Loue I did, (alas the while)</div> - <div class="i8">Loue I did, but did beguile</div> - <div class="i8">My deare loue with louing so,</div> - <div class="i8">(VVhom as then I did not know.)</div> - <div class="i8">Loue I did the fairest boy,</div> - <div class="i8">That these fields did ere enioy.</div> - <div class="i8">Loue I did, fair <em>Ganymed</em>;</div> - <div class="i8">(<em>Venus</em> darling, beauties bed:)</div> - <div class="i8">Him I thought the fairest creature;</div> - <div class="i8">Him the quintessence of Nature:</div> - <div class="i8">But yet (alas) I was deceiu'd,</div> - <div class="i8">(Loue of reason is bereau'd)</div> - <div class="i8">For since then I saw a Lasse.</div> - <div class="i8">(Lasse) that did in beauty passe,</div> - <div class="i8">(Passe) faire <em>Ganymede</em> as farre</div> - <div class="i8">As <em>Phœbus</em> doth the smallest starre.</div> - <div class="i8">Loue commaunded me to loue;</div> - <div class="i8">Fancy bade me not remoue</div> - <div class="i8">My affection from the swaine</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> - <div class="i8">Which he cannot graunt the crauer?)</div> - <div class="i8">Loue at last (though loath) preuailde;</div> - <div class="i8">(Loue) that so my heart assailde;</div> - <div class="i8">Whom I neuer could obtaine:</div> - <div class="i8">(For who can obtaine that fauour,</div> - <div class="i8">Wounding me with her faire eies,</div> - <div class="i8">(Ah how Loue can subtelize,</div> - <div class="i8">And deuize a thousand shifts,</div> - <div class="i8">How to worke men to his drifts.)</div> - <div class="i8">Her it is, for whom I mourne;</div> - <div class="i8">Her, for whom my life I scorne;</div> - <div class="i8">Her, for whom I weepe all day;</div> - <div class="i8">Her, for whom I sigh, and say,</div> - <div class="i8">Either She, or els no creature,</div> - <div class="i8">Shall enioy my loue: whose feature</div> - <div class="i8">Though I neuer can obtaine,</div> - <div class="i8">Yet shall my true loue remaine:</div> - <div class="i8">Till (my body turn'd to clay)</div> - <div class="i8">My poore soule must passe away,</div> - <div class="i8">To the heauens; where (I hope)</div> - <div class="i8">Hit shall finde a resting scope:</div> - <div class="i8">Then since I loued thee (alone)</div> - <div class="i8">Remember me when I am gone.</div> - <div class="i8">Scarce had he these last words spoken,</div> - <div class="i8">But me thought his heart was broken;</div> - <div class="i8">With great griefe that did abound,</div> - <div class="i8">(Cares and griefe the heart confound)</div> - <div class="i8">In whose heart (thus riu'd in three)</div> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">Eliza</span> written I might see:</div> - <div class="i8">In Caracters of crimson blood,</div> - <div class="i8">(VVhose meaning well I vnderstood.)</div> - <div class="i8">Which, for my heart might not behold,</div> - <div class="i8">I hyed me home my sheep to folde.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5">FINIS.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i213_header.jpg" width="500" height="82" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gesperrt">CASSANDRA.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i213_dropv.jpg" width="120" alt="V" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7"> <span class="smcap">Pon</span> a gorgious gold embossed bed,</div> - <div class="i8">With Tissue curtaines drawne against the sunne,</div> - <div class="i8">(Which gazers eies into amazement led,</div> - <div class="i8">So curiously the workmanship was done,)</div> - <div class="i9">Lay faire <em>Cassandra</em>, in her snowie smocke,</div> - <div class="i9">Whose lips the Rubies and the pearles did locke.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And from her Iuory front hung dangling downe,</div> - <div class="i0">A bush of long and louely curled haire;</div> - <div class="i0">VVhose head impalled with a precious Crowne</div> - <div class="i0">Of orient Pearle, made her to seeme more faire:</div> - <div class="i1">And yet more faire she hardly could be thought,</div> - <div class="i1">Then Loue and Nature in her face had wrought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">By this, young <em>Phœbus</em> rising from the East,</div> - <div class="i0">Had tane a view of this rare Paragon:</div> - <div class="i0">Wherewith he soone his radiant beames addresst,</div> - <div class="i0">And with great ioy her (sleeping) gazed vpon:</div> - <div class="i1">Til at the last, through her light cazements cleare,</div> - <div class="i1">He stole a kisse; and softly call'd her Deare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet not so softly but (therwith awak't,)</div> - <div class="i0">Shee gins to open her faire christall couers,</div> - <div class="i0">Wherewith the wounded God, for terror quakt,</div> - <div class="i0">(Viewing those darts that kill disdained louers:)</div> - <div class="i1">And blushing red to see himselfe so shamed</div> - <div class="i1">He scorns his Coach, and his owne beauty blamed.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now with a trice he leaues the azure skies,</div> - <div class="i0">(As whilome <em>Ioue</em> did at <em>Europaes</em> rape,)</div> - <div class="i0">And rauisht with her loue-a[l]luring eies,</div> - <div class="i0">He turns himselfe into a humane shape:</div> - <div class="i1">And that his wish the sooner might ensue,</div> - <div class="i1">He sutes himselfe like one of <em>Venus</em> crew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Vpon his head he wore a Hunters hat</div> - <div class="i0">Of crimson veluet, spangd with stars of gold,</div> - <div class="i0">Which grac'd his louely face: and ouer that</div> - <div class="i0">A siluer hatband ritchly to behold:</div> - <div class="i1">On his left shoulder hung a loose Tyara,</div> - <div class="i1">As whilome vs'd faire <em>Penthesilea</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Faire <em>Penthesilea</em> th' <em>Amazonian</em> Queene,</div> - <div class="i0">When she to Troy came with her warlike band,</div> - <div class="i0">Of braue Viragoes glorious to be scene;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose manlike force no power might withstand:</div> - <div class="i1">So look't <em>Apollo</em> in his lonely weedes,</div> - <div class="i1">As he vnto the Troian Damzell speedes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not faire, <em>Adonis</em> in his chiefest pride,</div> - <div class="i0">Did seeme more faire, then young <em>Apollo</em> seemed,</div> - <div class="i0">When he through th'aire inuisibly did glide,</div> - <div class="i0">T'obtaine his Loue, which he Angelike deemed;</div> - <div class="i1">Whom finding in her chamber all alone,</div> - <div class="i1">He thus begins t'expresse his piteous mone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O fairest, faire, aboue all faires (quoth hee)</div> - <div class="i0">If euer Loue obtained Ladies fauour,</div> - <div class="i0">Then shew thy selfe compassionate to me,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose head surpriz'd with thy diuine behauior,</div> - <div class="i1">Yeelds my selfe captiue to thy conqu'ring eies:</div> - <div class="i1">O then shew mercy, do not tyrannize.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Scarce had <em>Apollo</em> vtter'd these last words</div> - <div class="i0">(Rayning downe pearle from his immortall eies)</div> - <div class="i0">When she for answere, naught but feare affords,</div> - <div class="i0">Filling the place with lamentable cries:</div> - <div class="i1">But <em>Phœbus</em> fearing much these raging fits,</div> - <div class="i1">With sugred kisses sweetely charm'd her lips.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">(And tells her softly in her softer eare)</div> - <div class="i0">That he a God is, and no mortall creature:</div> - <div class="i0">Wherewith abandoning all needlesse feare,</div> - <div class="i0">(A common frailtie of weake womans nature)</div> - <div class="i1">She boldly askes him of his deitie,</div> - <div class="i1">Gracing her question with her wanton eie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which charge to him no sooner was assignde,</div> - <div class="i0">But taking faire <em>Cassandra</em> by the hand</div> - <div class="i0">(The true bewraier of his secrete minde)</div> - <div class="i0">He first begins to let her vnderstand,</div> - <div class="i1">That he from <em>Demogorgon</em> was descended:</div> - <div class="i1">Father of th'Earth, of Gods and men commended.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The tenor of which tale he now recites,</div> - <div class="i0">Closing each period with a rauisht kisse:</div> - <div class="i0">Which kindnes, she vnwillingly requites,</div> - <div class="i0">Conioyning oft her Corrall lips to his:</div> - <div class="i1">Not that she lou'd the loue of any one;</div> - <div class="i1">But that she meant to cozen him anone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hee briefly t'her relates his pedegree:</div> - <div class="i0">The sonne of <em>Ioue</em>, sole guider of the sunne,</div> - <div class="i0">He that slue <em>Python</em> so victoriouslie,</div> - <div class="i0">He that the name of wisdomes God hath wonne,</div> - <div class="i1">The God of Musique, and of Poetry:</div> - <div class="i1">Of Phisicke, Learning, and Chirurgery.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All which he eloquently reckons vp,</div> - <div class="i0">That she might know how great a God he was:</div> - <div class="i0">And being charm'd with <em>Cupid's</em> golden cup</div> - <div class="i0">He partiallie vnto her praise doth passe,</div> - <div class="i1">Calling her tipe of honour, Queen of beauty:</div> - <div class="i1">To whom all eies owe tributary duety.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I loued once, (quoth hee) aie me I lou'd,</div> - <div class="i0">As faire a shape as euer nature framed:</div> - <div class="i0">Had she not been so hard t'haue beene remou'd,</div> - <div class="i0">By birth a sea-Nymph; cruell <em>Daphne</em> named:</div> - <div class="i1">Whom, for shee would not to my will agree,</div> - <div class="i1">The Gods transform'd into a Laurell tree.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ah therefore be not, (with that word he kist her)</div> - <div class="i0">Be not (quot[h] he) so proud as <em>Daphne</em> was:</div> - <div class="i0">Ne care thou for the anger of my sister,</div> - <div class="i0">She cannot, nay she shall not hurt my <em>Cass:</em></div> - <div class="i1">For if she doe, I vow (by dreadfull night)</div> - <div class="i1">Neuer againe to lend her of my light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This said: he sweetly doth imbrace his loue,</div> - <div class="i0">Yoaking his armes about her Iuory necke:</div> - <div class="i0">And calls her wanton <em>Venus</em> milk-white Doue,</div> - <div class="i0">VVhose ruddie lips the damaske roses decke.</div> - <div class="i1">And euer as his tongue compiles her praise,</div> - <div class="i1">Loue daintie Dimples in her cheekes doth raise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And meaning now to worke her stratagem</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon the silly God, that thinks none ill,</div> - <div class="i0">She hugs him in her armes, and kisses him;</div> - <div class="i0">(Th'easlyer to intice him to her will.)</div> - <div class="i1">And being not able to maintaine the feeld,</div> - <div class="i1">Thus she begins (or rather seemes) to yeeld.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">VVoon with thy words, and rauisht with my beauty,</div> - <div class="i0">Loe here <em>Cassandra</em> yeelds her selfe to thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Requiring nothing for thy vowed duety,</div> - <div class="i0">But only firmnesse, Loue, and secrecy:</div> - <div class="i1">Which for that now (euen now) I meane to try thee,</div> - <div class="i1">A boone I crave; which thou canst not deny me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Scarce were these honywords breath'd from her lips,</div> - <div class="i0">But he, supposing that she ment good-faith,</div> - <div class="i0">Her filed tongues temptations interceps;</div> - <div class="i0">And (like a Nouice,) thus to her he saith:</div> - <div class="i1">Aske what thou wilt, and I will giue it thee;</div> - <div class="i1">Health, wealth, long life, wit, art, or dignitie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here-with she blushing red, (for shame did adde</div> - <div class="i0">A crimson tincture to her palish hew,)</div> - <div class="i0">Seeming in outward semblance passing glad,</div> - <div class="i0">(As one that th'end of her petition knew)</div> - <div class="i1">She makes him sweare by vgly <em>Acheron</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">That he his promise should performe anon.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which done: relying on his sacred oath,</div> - <div class="i0">She askes of him the gift of prophecie:</div> - <div class="i0">He (silent) giues consent: though seeming loath</div> - <div class="i0">To grant so much to fraile mortalitie:</div> - <div class="i1">But since that he his vowes maie not recall,</div> - <div class="i1">He giues to her the sp'rite propheticall.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But she no sooner had obtain'd her wish,</div> - <div class="i0">VVhen straite vnpris'ning her lasciuiuous armes</div> - <div class="i0">From his softe bosom (th'aluary of blisse)</div> - <div class="i0">She chastely counterchecks loues hote alarmes:</div> - <div class="i1">And fearing lest his presence might offend her,</div> - <div class="i1">She slips aside; and (absent) doth defend her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3">(<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Muliere ne credas, ne mortuæ quidem.</i>)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Looke how a brightsome Planet in the skie,</div> - <div class="i0">(Spangling the Welkin with a golden spot)</div> - <div class="i0">Shootes suddenly from the beholders eie,</div> - <div class="i0">And leaues him looking there where she is not:</div> - <div class="i1">Euen so amazed <em>Phœbus</em> (to descrie her)</div> - <div class="i1">Lookes all about, but no where can espie her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not th'hungry Lyon, hauing lost his pray,</div> - <div class="i0">With greater furie runneth through the wood,</div> - <div class="i0">(Making no signe of momentarie staie,</div> - <div class="i0">Till he haue satisfi'd himslfe with blood,)</div> - <div class="i1">Then angry <em>Phœbus</em> mounts into the skie:</div> - <div class="i1">Threatning the world with his hot-burning eie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now nimbly to his glist'ring Coach he skips,</div> - <div class="i0">And churlishlie ascends his loftie chaire,</div> - <div class="i0">Yerking his head strong Iades with yron whips,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose fearefull neighing ecchoes through the aire,</div> - <div class="i1">Snorting out fierie Sulphure from theire nosethrils:</div> - <div class="i1">Whose deadly damp the worlds poore people kils.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Him leaue me (for a while) amids the heauens,</div> - <div class="i0">VVreaking his anger on his sturdie steedes:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose speedful course the day and night now eeuens,</div> - <div class="i0">(The earth dis-robed of her summer weedes)</div> - <div class="i1">And nowe black-mantled night with her browne vaile,</div> - <div class="i1">Couers each thing that all the world might quaile.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When loe, <em>Cassandra</em> lying at her rest,</div> - <div class="i0">(Her rest were restlesse thoughts:) it so befell,</div> - <div class="i0">Her minde with multitude of cares opprest,</div> - <div class="i0">Requir'd some sleepe her passions to expell:</div> - <div class="i1">Which when sad <em>Morpheus</em> will did vnderstand,</div> - <div class="i1">He clos'd her eie-lids with his leaden hand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now sleepeth shee: and as shee sleepes, beholde;</div> - <div class="i0">Shee seemes to see the God whom late shee wronged</div> - <div class="i0">Standing before her; whose fierce looks vnfold,</div> - <div class="i0">His hidden wrath (to whom iust ire belonged)</div> - <div class="i1">Seeing, shee sighs, and sighing quak't for feare,</div> - <div class="i1">To see the shaddow of her shame appeare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Betwixt amaze and dread as shee thus stands,</div> - <div class="i0">The fearefull vision drew more neere vnto her:</div> - <div class="i0">Aud pynioning her armes in captiue bands</div> - <div class="i0">So sure, that mortall wight may not vndoe her,</div> - <div class="i1">He with a bloudy knife (oh cruell part,)</div> - <div class="i1">With raging fury stabd her to the heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Heerewith awaking from her slumbring sleepe,</div> - <div class="i0">(For feare, and care, are enemies to rest:)</div> - <div class="i0">At such time as <em>Aurora</em> gins to peepe</div> - <div class="i0">And shew her selfe; far orient in the East:</div> - <div class="i1">Shee heard a voice which said: O wicked woman,</div> - <div class="i1">Why dost thou stil the gods to vengeance summon?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou shalt (indeede) fore-tell of things to come;</div> - <div class="i0">And truely, too; (for why my vowes are past)</div> - <div class="i0">But heare the end of <em>Ioues</em> eternall doome:</div> - <div class="i0">Because thy promise did so little last,</div> - <div class="i1">Although thou tell the truth, (this gift I giue thee)</div> - <div class="i1">Yet for thy falsehood, no man shall beleeue thee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And (for thy sake) this pennance I impose</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon the remnant of all woman kinde,</div> - <div class="i0">For that they be such truth professed foes;</div> - <div class="i0">A constant woman shall be hard to finde:</div> - <div class="i1">And that all flesh at my dread name may tremble,</div> - <div class="i1">When they weep most, then shall they most dissemble.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This said <em>Apollo</em> then: And since that time</div> - <div class="i0">His words haue proved true as Oracles:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose turning thoughtes ambitiously doe clime</div> - <div class="i0">To heauens height; and world with lightnes fils:</div> - <div class="i1">Whose sex are subject to inconstancie,</div> - <div class="i1">As other creatures are to destinie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet famous <em>Sabrine</em> on thy banks doth rest</div> - <div class="i0">The fairest Maide that euer world admired:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose constant minde, with heauenly gifts possest</div> - <div class="i0">Makes her rare selfe of all the world desired.</div> - <div class="i1">In whose chaste thoughts no vanitie doth enter;</div> - <div class="i1">So pure a minde <em>Endymions</em> Love hath lent her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Queene of my thoughts, but subiect of my verse,</div> - <div class="i0">(Divine <em>Eliza</em>) pardon my defect:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose artlesse pen so rudely doth reherse</div> - <div class="i0">Thy beauties worth; (for want of due respect)</div> - <div class="i1">Oh pardon thou the follies of my youth;</div> - <div class="i1">Pardon my faith, my loue, my zeale, my truth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But to <em>Cassandra</em> now: who hauing heard</div> - <div class="i0">The cruell sentence of the threatning voice;</div> - <div class="i0">At length (too late) begins to waxe affeard,</div> - <div class="i0">Lamenting much her vnrepentant choice:</div> - <div class="i1">And seeing her hard hap without reliefe,</div> - <div class="i1">She sheeds salt teares in token of her griefe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which when <em>Aurora</em> saw, and saw t'was shee,</div> - <div class="i0">Euen shee her selfe whose far-renowmed fame</div> - <div class="i0">Made all the world to wonder at her beauty,</div> - <div class="i0">It mou'd compassion in this ruthfull Dame:</div> - <div class="i1">And thinking on her Sonnes sad destinie,</div> - <div class="i1">With mournfull teares she beares her companie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Great was the mone, which faire <em>Cassandra</em> made:</div> - <div class="i0">Greater the kindnesse, which <em>Aurora</em> shew'd:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose sorrow with the sunne began to fade,</div> - <div class="i0">And her moist teares on th'earths green grasse bestow'd:</div> - <div class="i1">Kissing the flowers with her siluer dew,</div> - <div class="i1">Whose fading beautie, seem'd her case to rew.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Scarce was the lonely Easterne Queene departed,</div> - <div class="i0">From stately <em>Ilion</em> (whose proud-reared wals</div> - <div class="i0">Seem'd to controule the cloudes, till <em>Vulcan</em> darted</div> - <div class="i0">Against their Tower his burning fier-bals)</div> - <div class="i1">When sweet <em>Cassandra</em> (leauing her soft bed)</div> - <div class="i1">In seemely sort her selfe apparelled.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And hearing that her honourable Sire,</div> - <div class="i0">(Old princely <em>Pryamus Troy's</em> aged King)</div> - <div class="i0">Was gone into <em>Ioues</em> Temple, to conspire</div> - <div class="i0">Against the <em>Greekes</em>, (whom he to war did bring)</div> - <div class="i1">Shee, (like a Furie), in a bedlam rage,</div> - <div class="i1">Runs gadding thither, his fell wrath t'assuage.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But not preuailing: truely she fore-tolde</div> - <div class="i0">The fall of <em>Troy</em> (with bold erected face:)</div> - <div class="i0">They count her hare-brain'd, mad, and ouer-bold,</div> - <div class="i0">To presse in presence in so graue a place:</div> - <div class="i1">But in meane season <em>Paris</em> he is gone,</div> - <div class="i1">To bring destruction on faire <em>Ilion</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What, ten-yeeres siedge by force could not subuert,</div> - <div class="i0">That, two false traitors in one night destroi'd:</div> - <div class="i0">Who richly guerdon'd for their bad desert,</div> - <div class="i0">Was of <em>Æneas</em> but small time inioi'd:</div> - <div class="i1">Who, for concealement of <em>Achilles</em> loue,</div> - <div class="i1">Was banished; from <em>Ilion</em> to remoue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">King <em>Pryam</em> dead and all the Troians slaine;</div> - <div class="i0">(His sonnes, his friends and deere confederates)</div> - <div class="i0">And lots now cast for captiues that remaine,</div> - <div class="i0">(Whom Death hath spared for more cruell fates)</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Cassandra</em> then to <em>Agamemnon</em> fell,</div> - <div class="i1">With whom a Lemman she disdain'd to dwell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She, weepes; he, wooes; he would, but she would not:</div> - <div class="i0">He, tell's his birth; shee, pleades virginitie:</div> - <div class="i0">He saith, selfe-pride doth rarest beauty blot:</div> - <div class="i0">(And with that word he kist her louingly:)</div> - <div class="i1">Shee, yeeldingly resists; he faines to die:</div> - <div class="i1">Shee, fall's for feare; he, on her feareleslie.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But this braue generall of all the <em>Greekes</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">Was quickly foyled at a womans hands,</div> - <div class="i0">For who so rashly such incounters seekes,</div> - <div class="i0">Of hard mis-hap in danger euer stands:</div> - <div class="i1">Onely chaste thoughts, vertuous abstinence,</div> - <div class="i1">Gainst such sweet poyson is the sur'st defence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But who can shun the force of beauties blow?</div> - <div class="i0">Who is not rauisht with a lonely looke?</div> - <div class="i0">Grac'd with a wanton eie, (the hearts dumb show)</div> - <div class="i0">Such fish are taken with a siluer hooke:</div> - <div class="i1">And when true loue cannot these pearles obtaine</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Vnguentum Album</em> is the only meane.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Farre be it from my thought (diuinest Maid)</div> - <div class="i0">To haue relation to thy heauenly hew,</div> - <div class="i0">(In whose sweete voice the Muses are imbaid)</div> - <div class="i0">No pen can paint thy commendation due:</div> - <div class="i1">Saue only that pen, which no pen can be,</div> - <div class="i1">An Angels quill, to make a pen for thee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But to returne to these vnhappie Louers,</div> - <div class="i0">(Sleeping securely in each others armes)</div> - <div class="i0">Whose sugred ioies nights sable mantle couers,</div> - <div class="i0">Little regarding their ensuing harmes:</div> - <div class="i1">Which afterward they iointlie both repented:</div> - <div class="i1">"Fate is fore-seene, but neuer is preuented."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which saying to be true, this lucklesse Dame</div> - <div class="i0">Approued in the sequele of her story:</div> - <div class="i0">Now waxing pale, now blushing red (for shame),</div> - <div class="i0">She scales her lips with silence (womens glory)</div> - <div class="i1">Till <em>Agamemnon</em> vrging her replies,</div> - <div class="i1">Thus of his death she truely prophecies.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The day shall come, (quoth she) O dismal daie!</div> - <div class="i0">When thou by false <em>Ægistus</em> shalt be slaine:</div> - <div class="i0">Heere could she tell no more; but made a stay.</div> - <div class="i0">(From further speech as willing to refraine:)</div> - <div class="i1">Not knowing then, nor little did she thinke,</div> - <div class="i1">That she with him of that same cup must drinke.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But what? (fond man) he laughs her skil to scorne,</div> - <div class="i0">And iesteth at her diuination:</div> - <div class="i0">Ah to what vnbeliefe are Princes borne?</div> - <div class="i0">(The onely ouer-throw of many a Nation:)</div> - <div class="i1">And so it did befall this lucklesse Prince,</div> - <div class="i1">Whom all the world hath much lamented since.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Insteede of teares, he smileth at her tale:</div> - <div class="i0">Insteede of griefe, he makes great shew of gladnes:</div> - <div class="i0">But after blisse, there euer followes bale;</div> - <div class="i0">And after mirth, there alwaies commeth sadnes:</div> - <div class="i1">But gladnesse, blisse, and mirth had so possest him,</div> - <div class="i1">That sadnes, bale, and griefe could not molest him.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh cruell <em>Parcæ</em> (quoth <em>Cassandra</em> then)</div> - <div class="i0">Why are you <em>Parcæ</em>, yet not mou'd with praier?</div> - <div class="i0">Oh small security of mortall men,</div> - <div class="i0">That liue on earth, and breathe this vitall aire:</div> - <div class="i1">When we laugh most, then are we next to sorrow;</div> - <div class="i1">The Birds feede vs to-day, we them to-morrow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But if the first did little moue his minde,</div> - <div class="i0">Her later speeches lesse with him preuailed;</div> - <div class="i0">Who beinge wholy to selfe-will inclinde,</div> - <div class="i0">Deemes her weake braine with lunacy assailed:</div> - <div class="i1">And still the more shee councels him to stay,</div> - <div class="i1">The more he striueth to make haste away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How on the Seas he scap'd stormes, rocks and sholes,</div> - <div class="i0">(Seas that enuide the conquest he had wone,</div> - <div class="i0">Gaping like hell to swallow Greekish soules,)</div> - <div class="i0">I heere omit; onely suppose it done:</div> - <div class="i1">His storm-tyrde Barke safely brings him to shore,</div> - <div class="i1">His whole Fleete els, or suncke or lost before.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lift vp thy head, thou ashie-cyndred <em>Troy</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">See the commaunder of thy traitor foes,</div> - <div class="i0">That made thy last nights woe, his first daies ioie,</div> - <div class="i0">Now gins his night of ioy and daie of woes:</div> - <div class="i1">His fall be thy delight, thine was his pride:</div> - <div class="i1">As he thee then, so now thou him deride.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He and <em>Cassandra</em> now are set on shore,</div> - <div class="i0">Which he salutes with ioy, she greetes with teares,</div> - <div class="i0">Currors are sent that poast to Court before,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose tidings fill th'adultrous Queene with feares,</div> - <div class="i1">Who with <em>Ægistus</em> in a lust-staind bed,</div> - <div class="i1">Her selfe, her King, her State dishonored.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She wakes the lecher with a loud-strain'd shrike,</div> - <div class="i0">Loue-toies they leaue, now doth lament begin:</div> - <div class="i0">He flie (quoth he) but she doth that mislike,</div> - <div class="i0">Guilt vnto guilt, and sinne she ads to sinne:</div> - <div class="i1">Shee meanes to kill (immodest loue to couer)</div> - <div class="i1">A kingly husband, for a caytiue louer.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The peoples ioies, conceiued at his returne,</div> - <div class="i0">Their thronging multitudes: their gladsome cries,</div> - <div class="i0">Their gleeful hymnes, whiles piles of incense burne:</div> - <div class="i0">Their publique shewes, kept at solemnities:</div> - <div class="i1">We passe: and tell how King and Queene did meet,</div> - <div class="i1">Where he with zeale, she him with guile did greet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He (noble Lord) fearelesse of hidden treason,</div> - <div class="i0">Sweetely salutes this weeping Crocodile:</div> - <div class="i0">Excusing euery cause with instant reason</div> - <div class="i0">That kept him from her sight so long a while:</div> - <div class="i1">She, faintly pardons him; smiling by Art:</div> - <div class="i1">(For life was in her lookes, death in her hart.)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For pledge that I am pleas'd receiue (quoth shee)</div> - <div class="i0">This rich wrought robe, thy <em>Clytemnestras</em> toile:</div> - <div class="i0">Her ten yeeres worke this day shall honour thee,</div> - <div class="i0">For ten yeeres war, and one daies glorious spoile:</div> - <div class="i1">Whil'st thou contendedst there, I heere did this:</div> - <div class="i1">Weare it my loue, my life, my ioy, my blisse.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Scarce had the Syren said what I haue write,</div> - <div class="i0">But he (kind Prince) by her milde words misled,</div> - <div class="i0">Receiu'd the robe, to trie if it were fit;</div> - <div class="i0">(The robe) that had no issue for his head;</div> - <div class="i1">Which, whilst he vainly hoped to haue found,</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Ægistus</em> pierst him with a mortal wound.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh how the <em>Troyan</em> Damzell was amazed</div> - <div class="i0">To see so fell and bloudy a Tragedie,</div> - <div class="i0">Performed in one Act; she naught but gazed,</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon the picture; whom shee dead did see,</div> - <div class="i1">Before her face: whose body she emballms,</div> - <div class="i1">With brennish teares, and sudden deadly qualms.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Faine would she haue fled backe on her swift horse</div> - <div class="i0">But <em>Clytemnestra</em> bad her be content,</div> - <div class="i0">Her time was com'n: now bootelesse vsd she force,</div> - <div class="i0">Against so many; whom this Tygresse sent</div> - <div class="i1">To apprehend her: who (within one hower</div> - <div class="i1">Brought backe againe) was lockt within a Tower.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now is she ioylesse, friendlesse, and (in fine)</div> - <div class="i0">Without all hope of further libertie:</div> - <div class="i0">Insteed of cates, cold water was her wine,</div> - <div class="i0">And <em>Agamemnons</em> corps her meate must be,</div> - <div class="i1">Or els she must for hunger starue (poore sole)</div> - <div class="i1">What could she do but make great mone and dole.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So darke the dungeon was, wherein she was,</div> - <div class="i0">That neither Sunne (by day) nor Mone (by night)</div> - <div class="i0">Did shew themselues: and thus it came to passe.</div> - <div class="i0">The Sunne denide to lend his glorious light</div> - <div class="i1">To such a periur'd wight, or to be scene;</div> - <div class="i1">(What neede she light, that ouer-light had bin?)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now silent night drew on; when all things sleepe,</div> - <div class="i0">Saue theeves, and cares; and now stil mid-night came:</div> - <div class="i0">When sad <em>Cassandra</em> did naught els but weepe;</div> - <div class="i0">Oft calling on her <em>Agamemnons</em> name.</div> - <div class="i1">But seeing that the dead did not replie,</div> - <div class="i1">Thus she begins to mourne, lament, and crie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh cruell Fortune (mother of despaire,)</div> - <div class="i0">Well art thou christen'd with a cruell name:</div> - <div class="i0">Since thou regardest not the wise, or faire,</div> - <div class="i0">But do'st bestow thy riches (to thy shame)</div> - <div class="i1">On fooles and lowly swaines, that care not for thee:</div> - <div class="i1">And yet I weepe, and yet thou do'st abhorre me.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fie on ambition, fie on filthy pride,</div> - <div class="i0">The roote of ill, the cause of all my woe:</div> - <div class="i0">On whose fraile yce my youth first slipt aside:</div> - <div class="i0">And falling downe, receiu'd a fatall blow.</div> - <div class="i1">Ah who hath liu'd to see such miserie</div> - <div class="i1">As I haue done, and yet I cannot die?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I liu'd (quoth she) to see <em>Troy</em> set on fire:</div> - <div class="i0">I liu'd to see, renowned <em>Hector</em> slaine:</div> - <div class="i0">I liu'd to see, the shame of my desire:</div> - <div class="i0">And yet I liue, to feel my grieuous paine:</div> - <div class="i1">Let all young maides example take by me,</div> - <div class="i1">To keepe their oathes, and spotlesse chastity.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Happy are they, that neuer liu'd to know</div> - <div class="i0">What 'tis to liue in this world happily:</div> - <div class="i0">Happy are they which neuer yet felt woe:</div> - <div class="i0">Happy are they, that die in infancie:</div> - <div class="i1">Whose sins are cancell'd in their mothers wombe:</div> - <div class="i1">Whose cradle is their graue, whose lap their tomb.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here ended shee; and then her teares began,</div> - <div class="i0">That (Chorus-like) at euery word downe rained.</div> - <div class="i0">Which like a paire of christall fountaines ran,</div> - <div class="i0">Along her lonely cheekes: with roses stained:</div> - <div class="i1">Which as they wither still (for want of raine)</div> - <div class="i1">Those siluer showers water them againe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now had the poore-mans clock (shrill chauntcleare)</div> - <div class="i0">Twice giuen notice of the Mornes approach,</div> - <div class="i0">(That then began in glorie to appeare,</div> - <div class="i0">Drawne in her stately colour'd saffron-Coach)</div> - <div class="i1">When shee (poore Lady) almost turn'd to teares,</div> - <div class="i1">Began to teare and rend her golden haires.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lie there (quoth shee) the workers of my woes</div> - <div class="i0">You trifling toies, which my liues staine haue bin:</div> - <div class="i0">You, by whose meanes our coines chiefly growes,</div> - <div class="i0">Clothing the backe with pride, the soule with sin:</div> - <div class="i1">Lie there (quoth shee) the causers of my care;</div> - <div class="i1">This said, her robes she all in pieces tare.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here-with, as weary of her wretched life,</div> - <div class="i0">(Which shee inioy'd with small felicitie)</div> - <div class="i0">She ends her fortune with a fatall knife;</div> - <div class="i0">(First day of ioy, last day of miserie:)</div> - <div class="i1">Then why is death accounted Nature's foe,</div> - <div class="i1">Since death (indeed) is but the end of woe?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For as by death, her bodie was released</div> - <div class="i0">From that strong prison made of lime and stone;</div> - <div class="i0">Euen so by death her purest soule was eased,</div> - <div class="i0">From bodies prison, and from endlesse mone:</div> - <div class="i1">Where now shee walkes in sweete <em>Elysium</em></div> - <div class="i1">(The place for wrongful Death and Martirdum.)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5">FINIS.</p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i226_dec.jpg" width="400" height="305" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227"></a></span></p> - - - -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="THE_ENCOMION" id="THE_ENCOMION"></a><span class="small90">The Encomion of Lady Pecunia:</span><br /> - -<span class="small60"><em>OR</em></span><br /> - -The praise of Money.</h2> - -<p class="center"><span class="mleft8"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">quærenda pecunia primum est</i>,</span><br /> -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Virtus post nummos.</i> Horace.</p> - -<p class="p6">By <em>Richard Barnfeild</em>, Graduate in <em>Oxford</em>.</p> - -<p> </p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i227_title.jpg" width="250" height="239" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p6">LONDON,<br /> -Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are<br /> -<span class="small90">to be sold at his shoppe neere Temple-barre,<br /> -at the Signe of the Hand and starre.</span><br /> -1 5 9 8.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228"></a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i229_header.jpg" width="500" height="125" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To the Gentlemen Readers.</h2> - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i229_dropg.jpg" width="90" height="94" alt="G" /> -</span>Entlemen, being incouraged through your gentle -acceptance of my <em>Cynthia</em>, I haue once more aduentured -on your Curtesies: hoping to finde you -(as I haue done heretofore) friendly. Being -determined to write of somthing, and yet not -resolued of any thing, I considered with my selfe, if one -should write of Loue (they will say) why, euery one writes of -Loue: if of Vertue, why, who regards Vertue? To be short, -I could thinke of nothing, but either it was common, or not at -all in request. At length I bethought my selfe of a Subiect, -both new (as hauing neuer beene written vpon before) and -pleasing (as I thought) because Mans Nature (commonly) -loues to heare that praised, with whose pressence, hee is most -pleased.</p> - -<p><em>Erasmus</em> (the glory of <em>Netherland</em>, and the refiner of the -Latin Tongue) wrote a whole Booke, in <cite>the prayse of Folly</cite>. -Then if so excellent a Scholler, writ in praise of Vanity, why -may not I write in praise of that which is profitable? There -are no two Countreys, where Gold is esteemed, lesse than in -<em>India</em>, and more then in <em>England</em>: the reason is, because the -<em>Indians</em> are barbarous, and our Nation ciuill.</p> - -<p>I have giuen <em>Pecunia</em> the title of a Woman, Both for the -termination of the Word, and because (as Women are) shee -is lov'd of men. The brauest Voyages in the World, haue -beene made for Gold: for it, men haue venterd (by Sea) to -the furthest parts of the Earth: In the Pursute whereof, -<em>Englands Nestor</em> and <em>Neptune</em> (<em>Haukins</em> and <em>Drake</em>) lost their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> -liues. Vpon the Deathes of the which two, of the first I -writ this:</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>The Waters were his Winding sheete, the Sea was made his Toome;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet for his fame the Ocean Sea, was not sufficient roome.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Of the latter this:</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">England <em>his hart; his Corps the Waters haue;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And that which raysd his fame, became his grave.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The <em>Prætorians</em> (after the death of <em>Pertinax</em>) in the election -of a new Emperour, more esteemed the money of <em>Iulianus</em>, -then either the vertue of <em>Seuerus</em>, or the Valour of <em>Pessennius</em>. -Then of what great estimation and account, this Lady -<em>Pecunia</em>, both hath beene in the Worlde, and is at this present, -I leaue to your Iudgement. But what speake I so much of -her praise in my Epistle, that haue commended her so at -large in my Booke? To the reading wherof, (Gentlemen) I -referre you.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i230_dec.jpg" width="39" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">[THE AUTHORS FIRST EPISTLE-DEDICATORY -(1605).</h3> - -<p class="center">[Collated with the Bridgwater House copy.]</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i230_dropl.jpg" width="90" alt="L" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Ed by the swift report of winged Fame,</div> - <div class="i7">With siluer trumpet, sounding forth your name</div> - <div class="i7">To you I dedicate this merry Muse,</div> - <div class="i6">And for my Patron, I your fauour chuse:</div> - <div class="i6">She is a Lady, she must be respected:</div> - <div class="i5">She is a Queene, she may not be neglected.</div> - <div class="i6">This is the shadow, you the substance haue,</div> - <div class="i6">Which substance now this shadow seems to craue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i13">RICHARD BARNFIELD.]</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i231_header.jpg" width="500" height="126" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">The prayse of Lady Pecunia.</h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i231_dropi.jpg" width="120" alt="I" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8">Sing not of <em>Angellica</em> the faire,</div> - <div class="i8">(For whom the Palladine of <em>Fraunce</em> fell mad)</div> - <div class="i8">Nor of sweet <em>Rosamond</em>, olde <em>Cliffords</em> heire,</div> - <div class="i8">(Whose death did make the second <em>Henry</em> sad)</div> - <div class="i9">But of the fairest Faire <em>Pecunia</em>,</div> - <div class="i9">The famous Queene of rich <em>America</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0">Goddesse of Golde, great Empresse of the Earth,</div> - <div class="i0">O thou that canst doe all Thinges under Heauen:</div> - <div class="i0">That doost conuert the saddest minde to Mirth;</div> - <div class="i0">(Of whom the elder Age was quite bereauen)</div> - <div class="i1">Of thee Ile sing, and in thy Prayse Ile write;</div> - <div class="i1">You <em>golden Angels</em> helpe me to indite.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">You, you alone, can make my Muse to speake;</div> - <div class="i0">And tell a golden Tale, with siluer Tongue:</div> - <div class="i0">You onely can my pleasing silence breake;</div> - <div class="i0">And adde some Musique, to a merry Songue:</div> - <div class="i1">But amongst all the fiue, in Musicks Art,</div> - <div class="i1">I would not sing the <em>Counter</em>-tenor part.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Meane is best, and that I meane to keepe;</div> - <div class="i0">So shall I keepe my selfe from That I meane:</div> - <div class="i0">Lest with some Others, I be forc'd to weepe,</div> - <div class="i0">And cry <em>Peccaui</em>, in a dolefull Scæne.</div> - <div class="i1">But to the matter which I haue in hand,</div> - <div class="i1">The Lady Regent, both by Sea and Land.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> - <div class="i0">When <em>Saturne</em> liu'd, and wore the Kingly Crowne,</div> - <div class="i0">(And <em>Ioue</em> was yet vnborne, but not vnbred)</div> - <div class="i0">This Ladies fame was then of no renowne;</div> - <div class="i0">(For Golde was then, no more esteem'd then Lead)</div> - <div class="i1">Then Truth and Honesty were onely vs'd,</div> - <div class="i1">Siluer and Golde were vtterly refus'd.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But when the Worlde grew wiser in Conceit,</div> - <div class="i0">And saw how Men in manners did decline,</div> - <div class="i0">How Charitie began to loose her heate,</div> - <div class="i0">And One did at anothers good repine,</div> - <div class="i1">Then did the Aged, first of all respect her;</div> - <div class="i1">And vowd from thenceforth, neuer to reiect her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus with the Worlde, her beauty did increase;</div> - <div class="i0">And manie Suters had she to obtaine her:</div> - <div class="i0">Some sought her in the Wars, and some in peace;</div> - <div class="i0">But few of youthfull age, could euer game her:</div> - <div class="i1">Or if they did, she soone was gone againe;</div> - <div class="i1">And would with them, but little while remaine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For why against the Nature of her Sexe,</div> - <div class="i0">(That commonlie dispise the feeble Olde)</div> - <div class="i0">Shee, loues olde men; but young men she reiects;</div> - <div class="i0">Because to her, their Loue is quicklie colde:</div> - <div class="i1">Olde men (like Husbands iealous of their Wiues)</div> - <div class="i1">Lock her vp fast, and keepe her as their Liues.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The young man carelesse to maintaine his life,</div> - <div class="i0">Neglects her Loue (as though he did abhor her)</div> - <div class="i0">Like one that hardly doeth obtaine a wife,</div> - <div class="i0">And when he hath her once, he cares not for her:</div> - <div class="i1">Shee, seeing that the young man doeth despyse her,</div> - <div class="i1">Leaues the franke heart, and flies vnto the Myser.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hee intertaines her, with a ioyfull hart;</div> - <div class="i0">And seemes to rue her vndeserued wrong:</div> - <div class="i0">And from his Pressence, she shall neuer part;</div> - <div class="i0">Or if shee doo, he thinkes her Absence long:</div> - <div class="i1">And oftentimes he sends for her againe,</div> - <div class="i1">Whose life without her, cannot long remaine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And when he hath her, in his owne possession,</div> - <div class="i0">He locks her in an iron-barred Chest,</div> - <div class="i0">And doubting somewhat, of the like Transgression,</div> - <div class="i0">He holds that iron-walled Prison best.</div> - <div class="i1">And least some <em>rusty</em> sicknesse should infect her,</div> - <div class="i1">He often visits her, and doeth respect her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As for the young man (subiect vnto sinne)</div> - <div class="i0">No maruell though the Diuell doe distresse him;</div> - <div class="i0">To tempt mans frailtie, which doth neuer linne,</div> - <div class="i0">Who many times, hath not a <em>Crosse</em> to blesse him:</div> - <div class="i1">But how can hee incurre the Heauens Curse,</div> - <div class="i1">That hath so many <em>Crosses</em> in his Purse?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hee needes not feare those wicked sprights, that waulke</div> - <div class="i0">Vnder the Couerture of cole-blacke Night;</div> - <div class="i0">For why the Diuell still, a <em>Crosse</em> doeth baulke,</div> - <div class="i0">Because on it, was hangd the Lorde of Light:</div> - <div class="i1">But let not Mysers trust to <em>siluer Crosses</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">Least in the End, their gaines be turnd to losses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But what care they, so they may hoorde vp golde?</div> - <div class="i0">Either for God, or Diuell, or Heauen, or Hell?</div> - <div class="i0">So they may faire <em>Pecuniaes</em> face behold;</div> - <div class="i0">And euery Day, their Mounts of Money tell.</div> - <div class="i1">What tho to count their Coyne, they neuer blin,</div> - <div class="i1">Count they their Coyne, and counts not God their sin?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But what talke I of sinne, to Vsurers?</div> - <div class="i0">Or looke for mendment, at a Mysers hand?</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Pecunia</em>, hath so many followers,</div> - <div class="i0">Bootlesse it is, her Power to with-stand.</div> - <div class="i1">King <em>Couetise</em>, and <em>Warinesse</em> his Wife,</div> - <div class="i1">The Parents were, that first did giue her Life.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But now vnto her Praise I will proceede,</div> - <div class="i0">Which is as ample, as the Worlde is wide:</div> - <div class="i0">What great Contentment doth her Pressence breede</div> - <div class="i0">In him, that can his wealth with Wysdome guide?</div> - <div class="i1">She is the Soueraigne Queene, of all Delights:</div> - <div class="i1">For her the Lawyer pleades; the Souldier fights.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For her, the Merchant venters on the Seas:</div> - <div class="i0">For her, the Scholler studdies at his Booke:</div> - <div class="i0">For her, the Vsurer (with greater ease)</div> - <div class="i0">For sillie fishes, layes a siluer hooke:</div> - <div class="i1">For her, the Townsman leaues the Countrey Village:</div> - <div class="i1">For her, the Plowman giues himselte to Tillage.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For her, the Gentlemen doeth raise his rents:</div> - <div class="i0">For her, the Seruingman attends his maister:</div> - <div class="i0">For her, the curious head new toyes inuents:</div> - <div class="i0">For her, to Sores, the Surgeon layes his plaister.</div> - <div class="i1">In fine for her, each man in his Vocation,</div> - <div class="i1">Applies himselfe, in euerie sev'rall Nation.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What can thy hart desire, but thou mayst haue it,</div> - <div class="i0">If thou hast readie money to disburse?</div> - <div class="i0">Then thanke thy Fortune, that so freely gaue it;</div> - <div class="i0">For of all friends, the surest is thy purse.</div> - <div class="i1">Friends may proue false, and leaue thee in thy need;</div> - <div class="i1">But still thy Purse will bee thy friend indeed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Admit thou come, into a place vnknowne;</div> - <div class="i0">And no man knowes, of whence, or what thou art:</div> - <div class="i0">If once thy faire <em>Pecunia</em>, shee be showne,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou art esteem'd a man of great Desart:</div> - <div class="i1">And placed at the Tables vpper ende;</div> - <div class="i1">Not for thine owne sake, but thy faithfull frende.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But if you want your Ladies louely grace,</div> - <div class="i0">And haue not wherewithall to pay your shot,</div> - <div class="i0">Your Hostis pressently will step in Place,</div> - <div class="i0">You are a Stranger (Sir) I know you not:</div> - <div class="i1">By trusting Diuers, I am run in Det;</div> - <div class="i1">Therefore of mee, nor meate nor Bed you get.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O who can then, expresse the worthie praise,</div> - <div class="i0">Which faire <em>Pecunia</em> iustly doeth desarue?</div> - <div class="i0">That can the meanest man, to Honor raise;</div> - <div class="i0">And feed the soule, that ready is to starue.</div> - <div class="i1">Affection, which was wont to bee so pure,</div> - <div class="i1">Against a golden Siege, may not endure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Witnesse the trade of Mercenary sinne;</div> - <div class="i0">(Or Occupation, if thou list to tearme it)</div> - <div class="i0">Where faire <em>Pecunia</em> must the suite beginne;</div> - <div class="i0">(As common-tride Experience doeth confirme it)</div> - <div class="i1">Not <em>Mercury</em> himselfe, with siluer Tongue,</div> - <div class="i1">Can so inchaunt, as can a golden Songue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When nothing could subdue the <em>Phrygian Troy</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">(That Citty through the world so much renowned)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Pecunia</em> did her vtterly destroy:</div> - <div class="i0">And left her fame, in darke Obliuion drowned.</div> - <div class="i1">And many Citties since, no lesse in fame,</div> - <div class="i1">For Loue of her, haue yeelded to their shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What Thing is then, so well belou'd as money?</div> - <div class="i0">It is a speciall Comfort to the minde;</div> - <div class="i0">More faire then Women are; more sweet then honey:</div> - <div class="i0">Easie to loose, but very harde to finde.</div> - <div class="i1">In fine, to him, whose Purse beginns to faint,</div> - <div class="i1">Golde is a God, and Siluer is a Saint.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Tyme was once, when Honestie was counted</div> - <div class="i0">A Demy god; and so esteem'd of all:</div> - <div class="i0">But now <em>Pecunia</em> on his Seate is mounted;</div> - <div class="i0">Since Honestie in great Disgrace did fall.</div> - <div class="i1">No state, no Calling now, doeth him esteeme;</div> - <div class="i1">Nor of the other ill, doeth any deeme.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The reason is, because he is so poore:</div> - <div class="i0">(And who respects the poore, and needie Creature?)</div> - <div class="i0">Still begging of his almes, from Doore to Doore:</div> - <div class="i0">All ragd, and torne; and eeke deformed in feature.</div> - <div class="i1">In Countinance so changde, that none can know him;</div> - <div class="i1">So weake, and euery vice doeth ouerthrow him.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But faire <em>Pecunia</em>, (most diuinely bred)</div> - <div class="i0">For sundrie shapes, doth <em>Proteus</em> selfe surpasse:</div> - <div class="i0">In one Lande, she is suted all in Lead;</div> - <div class="i0">And in another, she is clad in Brasse:</div> - <div class="i1">But still within the Coast of <em>Albion</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">She euer puts, her best Apparell on.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Siluer and Golde, and nothing else is currant,</div> - <div class="i0">In <em>Englands</em>, in faire <em>Englands</em> happy Land:</div> - <div class="i0">All baser sorts of Mettalls, haue no Warrant;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet secretly they <em>slip</em>, from hand to hand.</div> - <div class="i1">If any such be tooke, the same is lost,</div> - <div class="i1">And pressently is nayled on a Post.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which with Quick-siluer, being flourisht ouer,</div> - <div class="i0">Seemes to be perfect Siluer, to the showe:</div> - <div class="i0">As Woemens paintings, their defects doe couer,</div> - <div class="i0">Vnder this false attyre, so doe they goe.</div> - <div class="i1">If on a woollen Cloth, thou rub the same,</div> - <div class="i1">Then will it straight beginne to blush, for shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If chafed on thy haire, till it be hot,</div> - <div class="i0">If it good Siluer bee, the scent is sweete:</div> - <div class="i0">If counterfeit, thy chafing hath begot</div> - <div class="i0">A ranke-smelt sauour; for a Queene vnmeete:</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Pecunia</em> is a Queene, for her Desarts,</div> - <div class="i1">And in the Decke, may goe for <em>Queene of harts</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>The Queene of harts</em>, because she rules all harts;</div> - <div class="i0">And hath all harts, obedient to her Will:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose Bounty, fame vnto the Worlde imparts;</div> - <div class="i0">And with her glory, all the Worlde doeth fill:</div> - <div class="i1">The <em>Queene of Diamonds</em>, she cannot bee;</div> - <div class="i1">There is but one, <span class="smcap">Eliza</span>, thou art shee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And thou art shee, O sacred Soueraigne;</div> - <div class="i0">Whom God hath helpt with his Al-mighty hand:</div> - <div class="i0">Blessing thy People, with thy peacefull raigne;</div> - <div class="i0">And made this little Land, a happy Land:</div> - <div class="i1">May all those liue, that wish long life to thee,</div> - <div class="i1">And all the rest, perish eternally.</div> -</div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thy tyme was once, when faire <em>Pecunia</em>, here</div> - <div class="i0">Did basely goe attyred all in Leather:</div> - <div class="i0">But since her raigne, she neuer did appeere</div> - <div class="i0">But richly clad; in Golde, or Siluer either:</div> - <div class="i1">Nor reason is it, that her Golden raigne</div> - <div class="i1">With baser Coyne, eclypsed should remaine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And as the Coyne, she hath repurifyde,</div> - <div class="i0">From baser substance, to the purest Mettels:</div> - <div class="i0">Religion so, hath shee refinde beside,</div> - <div class="i0">From Papistrie, to Truth; which daily settles</div> - <div class="i1">Within her Peoples harts; though some there bee,</div> - <div class="i1">That cleaue vnto their wonted Papistrie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">No flocke of sheepe, but some are still infected:</div> - <div class="i0">No peece of Lawne so pure, but hath some fret:</div> - <div class="i0">All buildings are not strong, that are erected:</div> - <div class="i0">All Plants proue not, that in good ground are set:</div> - <div class="i1">Some tares are sowne, amongst the choicest seed:</div> - <div class="i1">No garden can be cleansd of euery Weede.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But now to her, whose praise is her pretended,</div> - <div class="i0">(Diuine <em>Pecunia</em>) fairer then the morne:</div> - <div class="i0">Which cannot be sufficiently commended;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose Sun-bright Beauty doeth the Worlde adorne,</div> - <div class="i1">Adorns the World, but specially the Purse;</div> - <div class="i1">Without whose pressence, nothing can be worse.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not faire <em>Hæsione</em> (King of <em>Priams</em> sister)</div> - <div class="i0">Did euer showe more Beauty, in her face,</div> - <div class="i0">Then can this louely Lady, if it list her</div> - <div class="i0">To showe her selfe; admir'd for comely grace:</div> - <div class="i1">Which neither Age can weare, nor Tyme conclude;</div> - <div class="i1">For why, her Beauty yeerely is renude.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">New Coyne is coynd each yeare, within the Tower;</div> - <div class="i0">So that her Beauty neuer can decay:</div> - <div class="i0">Which to resist, no mortall man hath Power,</div> - <div class="i0">When as she doeth her glorious Beames display.</div> - <div class="i1">Nor doeth <em>Pecunia</em>, onely please the eie,</div> - <div class="i1">But charms the eare, with heauenly Harmonie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lyke to an other <em>Orpheus</em>, can she play</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon her <em>treble Harpe</em>, whose siluer sound</div> - <div class="i0">Inchaunts the eare, and steales the hart away:</div> - <div class="i0">Nor hardly can deceit, therein be found.</div> - <div class="i1">Although such Musique, some a Shilling cost,</div> - <div class="i1">Yet is it worth but <em>Nine-pence</em>, at the most.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Had I the sweet inchaunting Tongue of <em>Tully</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">That charmd the hearers, lyke the Syrens Song;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet could I not describe the Prayses fully,</div> - <div class="i0">Which to <em>Pecunia</em> iustly doe belong.</div> - <div class="i1">Let it suffice, her Beauty doeth excell:</div> - <div class="i1">Whose praise no Pen can paint, no Tongue can tell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then how shall I describe, with artlesse Pen,</div> - <div class="i0">The praise of her, whose praise, all praise surmounteth?</div> - <div class="i0">Breeding amazement, in the mindes of men:</div> - <div class="i0">Of whom, this pressent Age to much accounteth.</div> - <div class="i1">Varietie of Words, would sooner want,</div> - <div class="i1">Then store of plentious matter, would be scant.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whether yee list, to looke into the Citty:</div> - <div class="i0">(Where money tempts the poore Beholders eye)</div> - <div class="i0">Or to the Countrey Townes, deuoyde of Pitty:</div> - <div class="i0">(Where to the poore, each place doeth almes denye)</div> - <div class="i1">All Thinges for money now, are bought and solde,</div> - <div class="i1">That either hart can thinke, or eie beholde.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nay more for money (as report doeth tell)</div> - <div class="i0">Thou mayst obteine a Pardon for thy sinnes:</div> - <div class="i0">The Pope of <em>Rome</em>, for money will it sell;</div> - <div class="i0">(Whereby thy soule, no small saluation winnes)</div> - <div class="i1">But how can hee, (of Pride the chiefe Beginner)</div> - <div class="i1">Forgiue thy sinnes, that is himselfe a sinner?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then, sith the Pope is subiect vnto sinne,</div> - <div class="i0">No maruell tho, diuine <em>Pecunia</em> tempt him,</div> - <div class="i0">With her faire Beauty; whose good-will to winne,</div> - <div class="i0">Each one contends; and shall we then exempt him.</div> - <div class="i1">Did neuer mortall man, yet looke vpon her,</div> - <div class="i1">But straightwaies he became, enamourd on her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet would I wish, the Wight that loues her so,</div> - <div class="i0">And hath obtain'd, the like good-will againe,</div> - <div class="i0">To vse her wisely, lest she proue his foe;</div> - <div class="i0">And so, in stead of Pleasure, breed his paine.</div> - <div class="i1">She may be kyst; but shee must not be <em>clypt</em>:</div> - <div class="i1">Lest such Delight in bitter gall be dypt.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> - <div class="i0">The iuyce of grapes, which is a soueraigne Thing</div> - <div class="i0">To cheere the hart, and to reuiue the spirits;</div> - <div class="i0">Being vsde immoderatly (in surfetting)</div> - <div class="i0">Rather Dispraise, then commendation merits:</div> - <div class="i1">Euen so <em>Pecunia</em>, is, as shee is vsed;</div> - <div class="i1">Good of her selfe, but bad if once abused.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With her, the Tenant payes his Landlords rent:</div> - <div class="i0">On her, depends the stay of euery state:</div> - <div class="i0">To her, rich Pressents euery day are sent:</div> - <div class="i0">In her, it rests to end all dire Debate:</div> - <div class="i1">Through her, to Wealth, is raisd the Countrey Boore:</div> - <div class="i1">From her, proceedes much proffit to the poore.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then how can I, sufficiently commend,</div> - <div class="i0">Her Beauties worth, which makes the World to wonder?</div> - <div class="i0">Or end her prayse, whose prayses haue no End?</div> - <div class="i0">Whose absence brings the stoutest stomack vnder:</div> - <div class="i1">Let it suffice, <em>Pecunia</em> hath no peere;</div> - <div class="i1">No Wight, no Beauty held; more faire, more deere.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5"><em>FINIS.</em></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i239_dec.jpg" width="57" height="40" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">His Prayer to Pecunia.</h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i239_dropg.jpg" width="90" alt="G" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Reat Lady, sith I haue complyde thy Prayse,</div> - <div class="i6">(According to my skill and not thy merit:)</div> - <div class="i6">And sought thy Fame aboue the starrs to rayse;</div> - <div class="i6">(Had I sweete <em>Ovids</em> vaine, or <em>Virgils</em> spirit)</div> - <div class="i7">I craue no more but this, for my good will,</div> - <div class="i7">That in my Want, thou wilt supplye me still.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240"></a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/i240_dec.jpg" width="500" height="246" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241"></a></span></p> - - -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><span class="small80">THE</span><br /> - -Complaint of Poetrie,<br /> - -<span class="small80">for the Death of Liberalitie.</span></h2> - - -<p class="p6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Viuit post funera virtus.</i></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i241_title.jpg" width="350" height="344" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p3">LONDON,<br /> -Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are<br /> -<span class="small80">to be solde at his shoppe neere Temple-barre,<br /> -at the Signe of the Hand and starre.</span><br /> -1 5 9 8.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242"></a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/i243_header.jpg" width="500" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To his Worshipfull wel-willer, Maister<br /> -<span class="small80"><cite>Edward Leigh</cite>, of Grayes Inne.</span></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i243_dropi.jpg" width="100" alt="I" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7">Mage of that, whose losse is here lamented;</div> - <div class="i7">(In whom, so many vertues are containd)</div> - <div class="i7">Daine to accept, what I haue now presented.</div> - <div class="i7">Though Bounties death, herein be not fained,</div> - <div class="i8">In your mind, she not reuiue (with speed)</div> - <div class="i8">Then will I sweare, that shee is dead indeed.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i243a_header.jpg" width="500" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i244_header.jpg" width="500" height="154" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="THE_COMPLAINT_OF_POETRIE" id="THE_COMPLAINT_OF_POETRIE"></a>THE COMPLAINT OF<br /> - -Poetrie, for the Death of Liberalitie.</h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i244_dropw.jpg" width="120" alt="W" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8">Eepe Heauens now, for you haue lost your light;</div> - <div class="i8">Ye Sunne and Moone, beare witnes of my mone:</div> - <div class="i8">The cleere is turnd to clouds; the day to night;</div> - <div class="i8">And all my hope, and all my ioy is gone:</div> - <div class="i9"><em>Bounty</em> is dead, the cause of my annoy;</div> - <div class="i9"><em>Bounty</em> is dead, and with her dide my ioy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0">O who can comfort my afflicted soule?</div> - <div class="i0">Or adde some ende to my increasing sorrowes?</div> - <div class="i0">Who can deliuer me from endlesse dole?</div> - <div class="i0">(Which from my hart eternall torment borrowes.)</div> - <div class="i1">When <em>Bounty</em> liu'd, I bore the Bell away;</div> - <div class="i1">When <em>Bounty</em> dide, my credit did decay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I neuer then, did write one verse in vaine;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor euer went my Poems vnregarded:</div> - <div class="i0">Then did each Noble breast, me intertaine,</div> - <div class="i0">And for my Labours I was well rewarded:</div> - <div class="i1">But now <em>Good wordes</em>, are stept in <em>Bounties</em> place,</div> - <div class="i1">Thinking thereby, her glorie to disgrace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But who can liue with words, in these hard tymes?</div> - <div class="i0">(Although they came from <em>Iupiter</em> himselfe?)</div> - <div class="i0">Or who can take such Paiment, for his Rymes?</div> - <div class="i0">(When nothing now, is so esteem'd as Pelfe?)</div> - <div class="i1">Tis not <em>Good wordes</em>, that can a man maintaine;</div> - <div class="i1">Wordes are but winde; and winde is all but vaine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Where is <em>Mecænas</em>, Learnings noble Patron?</div> - <div class="i0">(That <em>Maroes</em> Muse, with Bountie so did cherish?)</div> - <div class="i0">Or faire <em>Zenobia</em>, that worthy Matron?</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose name, for Learnings Loue, shall neuer perish)</div> - <div class="i1">What tho their Bodies, lie full lowe in graue,</div> - <div class="i1">Their fame the worlde; their souls the Heauens haue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Vile <em>Auaricia</em>, how hast thou inchaunted</div> - <div class="i0">The Noble mindes, of great and mightie Men?</div> - <div class="i0">Or what infernall furie late hath haunted</div> - <div class="i0">Their niggard purses? (to the learned pen)</div> - <div class="i1">Was it <em>Augustus</em> wealth, or noble minde,</div> - <div class="i1">That euerlasting fame, to him assinde?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If wealth? Why <em>Crœsus</em> was more rich then hee;</div> - <div class="i0">(Yet <em>Crœsus</em> glorie, with his life did end)</div> - <div class="i0">It was his Noble mind, that moued mee</div> - <div class="i0">To write his praise, and eeke his Acts commend.</div> - <div class="i1">Who ere had heard, of <em>Alexanders</em> fame,</div> - <div class="i1">If <em>Quintus Curtius</em> had not pend the same?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then sith by mee, their deedes haue been declared,</div> - <div class="i0">(Which else had perisht with their liues decay)</div> - <div class="i0">Who to augment their glories, haue not spared</div> - <div class="i0">To crowne their browes, with neuer-fading Bay:</div> - <div class="i1">What Art deserues such Liberalitie,</div> - <div class="i1">As doeth the peerlesse Art of Poetrie?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But <em>Liberalitie</em> is dead and gone:</div> - <div class="i0">And <em>Auarice</em> vsurps true <em>Bounties</em> seat.</div> - <div class="i0">For her it is, I make this endlesse mone,</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose praises worth no men can well repeat.</div> - <div class="i1">Sweet <em>Liberalitie</em> adiew for euer,</div> - <div class="i1">For <em>Poetrie</em> againe, shall see thee neuer.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Neuer againe, shall I thy presence see:</div> - <div class="i0">Neuer againe, shal I thy bountie tast:</div> - <div class="i0">Neuer againe, shal I accepted bee:</div> - <div class="i0">Neuer againe, shall I be so embrac't:</div> - <div class="i1">Neuer againe, shall I the bad recall:</div> - <div class="i1">Neuer againe, shall I be lou'd of all:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou wast the Nurse, whose Bountie gaue me sucke:</div> - <div class="i0">Thou wast the Sunne, whose beames did lend me light:</div> - <div class="i0">Thou wast the Tree, whose fruit I still did plucke:</div> - <div class="i0">Thou wast the Patron, to maintaine my right:</div> - <div class="i1">Through thee I liu'd; on thee I did relie;</div> - <div class="i1">In thee I ioy'd; and now for thee I die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What man, hath lately lost a faithfull frend?</div> - <div class="i0">Or Husband, is depriued of his Wife?</div> - <div class="i0">But doth his after-daies in dolour spend?</div> - <div class="i0">(Leading a loathsome, discontented life?)</div> - <div class="i1">Dearer then friend, or wife, haue I forgone;</div> - <div class="i1">Then maruell not, although I make such mone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Faire <em>Philomela</em>, cease thy sad complaint;</div> - <div class="i0">And lend thine eares, vnto my dolefull Ditty:</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose soule with sorrowe, now begins to faint,</div> - <div class="i0">And yet I cannot moue mens hearts to pitty:)</div> - <div class="i1">Thy woes are light, compared vnto mine:</div> - <div class="i1">You waterie Nymphes, to mee your plaints resigne.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And thou <em>Melpomene</em>, (the Muse of Death)</div> - <div class="i0">That neuer sing'st, but in a dolefull straine;</div> - <div class="i0">Sith cruell Destinie hath stopt her breath,</div> - <div class="i0">(Who whilst she liu'd, was Vertues Soueraigne</div> - <div class="i1">Leaue <em>Hellicon</em>, (whose bankes so pleasant bee)</div> - <div class="i1">And beare a part of sorrowe now with mee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Trees (for sorrowe) shead their fading Leaues,</div> - <div class="i0">And weepe out gum, in stead of other teares;</div> - <div class="i0">Comfort nor ioy, no Creature now conceiues,</div> - <div class="i0">To chirpe and sing, each little bird forbeares.</div> - <div class="i1">The sillie Sheepe, hangs downe his drooping head,</div> - <div class="i1">And all because, that <em>Bounty</em> she is dead.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> - <div class="i0">The greater that I feele my griefe to be,</div> - <div class="i0">The lesser able, am I to expresse it;</div> - <div class="i0">Such is the nature of extremitie,</div> - <div class="i0">The heart it som-thing eases, to confesse it.</div> - <div class="i1">Therefore Ile wake my muse, amidst her sleeping,</div> - <div class="i1">And what I want in wordes, supplie with weeping.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Weepe still mine eies, a Riuer full of Teares,</div> - <div class="i0">To drowne my Sorrowe in, that so molests me;</div> - <div class="i0">And rid my head of cares; my thoughts of feares:</div> - <div class="i0">Exiling sweet Content, that so detests me.</div> - <div class="i1">But ah (alas) my Teares are almost dun,</div> - <div class="i1">And yet my griefe, it is but new begun.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Euen as the Sunne, when as it leaues our sight,</div> - <div class="i0">Doth shine with those Antipodes, beneath vs;</div> - <div class="i0">Lending the other worlde her glorious light,</div> - <div class="i0">And dismall Darknesse, onely doeth bequeath vs:</div> - <div class="i1">Euen so sweet <em>Bountie</em>, seeming dead to mee,</div> - <div class="i1">Liues now to none, but smooth-Tongd Flatterie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O <em>Adulation</em>, Canker-worme of Truth;</div> - <div class="i0">The flattring Glasse of Pride, and Self-conceit:</div> - <div class="i0">(Making olde wrinkled Age, appeare like youth)</div> - <div class="i0">Dissimulations Maske, and follies Beate:</div> - <div class="i1">Pittie it is, that thou art so rewarded,</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst Truth and Honestie, goe vnregarded.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O that Nobilitie, it selfe should staine,</div> - <div class="i0">In being bountifull, to such vile Creatures:</div> - <div class="i0">Who, when they flatter most, then most they faine;</div> - <div class="i0">Knowing what humor best, will fit their Natures.</div> - <div class="i1">What man so mad, that knowes himselfe but pore,</div> - <div class="i1">And will beleeue that he hath riches store.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Vpon a time, the craftie Foxe did flatter</div> - <div class="i0">The foolish Pye (whose mouth was full of meate)</div> - <div class="i0">The Pye beleeuing him, began to chatter,</div> - <div class="i0">And sing for ioy, (not hauing list to eate)</div> - <div class="i1">And whil'st the foolish Pye, her meate let fall,</div> - <div class="i1">The craftie Foxe, did runne awaie with all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><em>Terence</em> describeth vnder <em>Gnatoes</em> name,</div> - <div class="i0">The right conditions of a Parasyte:</div> - <div class="i0">(And with such Eloquence, sets foorth the same,</div> - <div class="i0">As doeth the learned Reader much delyght)</div> - <div class="i1">Shewing, that such a Sycophant as <em>Gnato</em>,</div> - <div class="i1">In more esteem'd, then twentie such a <em>Plato</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Bounty</em> looke backe, vpon thy goods mispent;</div> - <div class="i0">And thinke how ill, thou hast bestow'd thy mony:</div> - <div class="i0">Consider not their wordes, but their intent;</div> - <div class="i0">Their hearts are gall, although their tongues be hony:</div> - <div class="i1">They speake not as they thinke, but all is fained,</div> - <div class="i1">And onely to th'intent to be maintained.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And herein happie, I areade the poore;</div> - <div class="i0">No flattring Spanyels, fawne on them for meate:</div> - <div class="i0">The reason is, because the Countrey Boore</div> - <div class="i0">Hath little enough, for himselfe to eate:</div> - <div class="i1">No man will flatter him, except himselfe;</div> - <div class="i1">And why? because hee hath no store of wealth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But sure it is not <em>Liberalitie</em></div> - <div class="i0">That doeth reward these fawning smel-feasts so:</div> - <div class="i0">It is the vice of Prodigalitie,</div> - <div class="i0">That doeth the Bankers of <em>Bounty</em> over-flo:</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Bounty</em> is dead: yea so it needes must bee;</div> - <div class="i1">Or if aliue, yet is shee dead to mee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Therefore as one, whose friend is lately dead,</div> - <div class="i0">I will bewaile the death, of my deere frend;</div> - <div class="i0">Vppon whose Tombe, ten thousand Teares Ile shead,</div> - <div class="i0">Till drearie Death, of mee shall make an end:</div> - <div class="i1">Or if she want a Toombe, to her desart,</div> - <div class="i1">Oh then, Ile burie her within my hart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But (<em>Bounty</em>) if thou loue a Tombe of stone,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh then seeke out, a hard and stonie hart:</div> - <div class="i0">For were mine so, yet would it melt with mone,</div> - <div class="i0">And all because, that I with thee must part.</div> - <div class="i1">Then, if a stonie hart must thee interr,</div> - <div class="i1">Goe finde a Step-dame, or a Vsurer.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And sith there dies no Wight, of great account,</div> - <div class="i0">But hath an Epitaph compos'd by mee,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Bounty</em>, that did all other far surmount,</div> - <div class="i0">Vpon her Tombe, this Epitaph shall bee:</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Here lies the Wight, that Learning did maintaine,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>And at the last, by</em> <span class="smcap"><em class="gesperrt">Avarice</em></span> <em>was slaine</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Vile <em>Auarice</em>, why hast thou kildd my Deare?</div> - <div class="i0">And robd the World, of such a worthy Treasure?</div> - <div class="i0">In whome no sparke of goodnesse doth appeare,</div> - <div class="i0">So greedie is thy mind, without all measure,</div> - <div class="i1">Thy death, from Death did merit to release her:</div> - <div class="i1">The Murtherers deseru'd to die, not <em>Caesar</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Merchants wife; the Tender-hearted Mother</div> - <div class="i0">That leaues her loue; whose Sonne is prest for warre;</div> - <div class="i0">(Resting, the one; as woefull as the other;)</div> - <div class="i0">Hopes met at length, when ended is the iarre,</div> - <div class="i1">To see her Husband; see her Sonne again;</div> - <div class="i1">"Were it not then for Hope, the hart were slaine."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But I, whose hope is turned to despaire</div> - <div class="i0">Nere looke to see my dearest Deare againe:</div> - <div class="i0">Then <em>Pleasure</em> sit thou downe, in <em>Sorrowes</em> Chaire,</div> - <div class="i0">And (for a while) thy wonted Mirth refraine.</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Bounty</em> is dead, that whylome was my Treasure,</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Bounty</em> is dead, my joy and onely pleasure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If <em>Pythias</em> death, of <em>Damon</em> were bewailed;</div> - <div class="i0">Or <em>Pillades</em> did rue, <em>Orestes</em> ende:</div> - <div class="i0">If <em>Hercules</em>, for <em>Hylas</em> losse were quailed;</div> - <div class="i0">Or <em>Theseus</em>, for <em>Pyrithous</em> Teares did spende:</div> - <div class="i1">When doe I mourne for <em>Bounty</em>, being dead:</div> - <div class="i1">Who liuing, was my hand, my hart, my head.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My hand, to helpe mee, in my greatest need:</div> - <div class="i0">My hart, to comfort mee, in my distresse:</div> - <div class="i0">My head, whom onely I obeyd, indeed:</div> - <div class="i0">If she were such, how can my griefe be lesse?</div> - <div class="i1">Perhaps my wordes, may pierce the <em>Parcæ's</em> eares;</div> - <div class="i1">If not with wordes, Ile moue them with my teares.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But ah (alas) my Teares are spent in vaine,</div> - <div class="i0">(For she is dead, and I am left aliue)</div> - <div class="i0">Teares cannot call, sweet <em>Bounty</em> backe againe;</div> - <div class="i0">Then why doe I, gainst Fate and Fortune striue?</div> - <div class="i1">And for her death, thus weepe, lament, and crie;</div> - <div class="i1">Sith euery mortall wight, is borne to die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But as the woefull mother doeth lament,</div> - <div class="i0">Her tender babe, with cruell Death opprest:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose life was spotlesse, pure, and innocent,</div> - <div class="i0">(And therefore sure, it[s] soule is gone to rest)</div> - <div class="i1">So <em>Bountie</em>, which her selfe did vpright keepe,</div> - <div class="i1">Yet for her losse, loue cannot chuse but weepe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The losse of her, is losse to many a one:</div> - <div class="i0">The losse of her, is losse vnto the poore:</div> - <div class="i0">And therefore not a losse, to mee alone,</div> - <div class="i0">But vnto such, as goe from Doore to Doore.</div> - <div class="i1">Her losse, is losse vnto the fatherlesse;</div> - <div class="i1">And vnto all, that are in great distresse.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The maimed Souldier, comming from the warre,</div> - <div class="i0">The woefull wight, whose house was lately burnd;</div> - <div class="i0">The sillie soule; the wofull Traueylar;</div> - <div class="i0">And all, whom Fortune at her feet hath spurnd;</div> - <div class="i1">Lament the losse of <em>Liberalitie</em>:</div> - <div class="i1">"Its ease, to haue in griefe some Companie."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Wife of <em>Hector</em> (sad <em>Andromache</em>)</div> - <div class="i0">Did not bewaile, her husbands death alone:</div> - <div class="i0">But (sith he was the <em>Troians</em> onely stay)</div> - <div class="i0">The wiues of <em>Troy</em> (for him) made æquall mone.</div> - <div class="i1">Shee, shead the teares of Loue; and they of pittie:</div> - <div class="i1">Shee, for her deare dead Lord; they, for their Cittie.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor is the Death of <em>Liberalitie</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">(Although my griefe be greater than the rest)</div> - <div class="i0">Onely lamented, and bewaild of mee;</div> - <div class="i0">(And yet of mee, she was beloued best)</div> - <div class="i1">But, sith she was so bountifull to all,</div> - <div class="i1">She is lamented, both of great and small.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> - <div class="i0">O that my Teares could moue the powres diuine,</div> - <div class="i0">That <em>Bountie</em> might be called from the dead:</div> - <div class="i0">As Pitty pierc'd the hart of <em>Proserpine</em>;</div> - <div class="i0">Who (moued with the Teares <em>Admetus</em> shead)</div> - <div class="i1">Did sende him backe againe, his louing Wife;</div> - <div class="i1">Who lost her owne, to saue her husbands life.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Impartiall <em>Parcæ</em>, will no prayers moue you?</div> - <div class="i0">Can Creatures so diuine, haue stony harts?</div> - <div class="i0">Haplesse are they, whose hap it is to proue you,</div> - <div class="i0">For you respect no Creatures good Desarts.</div> - <div class="i1">O <em>Atropos</em>, (the cruelst of the three)</div> - <div class="i1">Why hast thou tane, my faithfull friend from mee?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But ah, she cannot (or shee will not) heare me,</div> - <div class="i0">Or if shee doo, yet may not she repent her:</div> - <div class="i0">Then come (sweet Death) O why doest thou forbeare me?</div> - <div class="i0">Aye mee! thy Dart is blunt, it will not enter.</div> - <div class="i1">Oh now I knowe the cause, and reason why;</div> - <div class="i1">I am immortall, and I cannot dye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So <em>Cytheræa</em> would haue dide, but could not;</div> - <div class="i0">When faire <em>Adonis</em> by her side lay slaine:</div> - <div class="i0">So I desire the Sisters, what I should not;</div> - <div class="i0">For why (alas) I wish for Death in vaine;</div> - <div class="i1">Death is their seruant, and obeys their will;</div> - <div class="i1">And if they bid him spare, he cannot kill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh would I were, as other Creatures are;</div> - <div class="i0">Then would I die, and so my griefe were ended:</div> - <div class="i0">But Death (against my will) my life doeth spare;</div> - <div class="i0">(So little with the fates I am befrended)</div> - <div class="i1">Sith, when I would, thou doost my sute denie,</div> - <div class="i1">Vile Tyrant, when thou wilt, I will not die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And <em>Bounty</em>, though her body thou hast slaine,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet shall her memorie remaine for euer:</div> - <div class="i0">For euer, shall her memorie remaine;</div> - <div class="i0">Whereof no spitefull Fortune can bereaue her.</div> - <div class="i1">Then Sorrowe cease, and wipe thy weeping eye;</div> - <div class="i1">For Fame shall liue, when all the World shall dye.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="p5">FINIS.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i252_dec.jpg" width="400" height="304" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253"></a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="THE_COMBAT" id="THE_COMBAT"></a><span class="small80">THE</span><br /> - -<span class="bigger140">Combat, betweene</span><br /> - -<span class="small80">Conscience and Couetousnesse,</span><br /> - -<span class="small70">in the minde of Man.</span></h2> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">quid non mortalia pectora cogis</i></div> - <div class="i1"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Auri sacra fames?</i> Virgil.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p> </p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i253_title.jpg" width="220" height="212" alt="" /> -</div> - - - -<p class="p3">LONDON,<br /> -Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are<br /> -<span class="small90">to be solde at his shoppe neere Temple-barre,<br /> -at the Signe of the Hand and starre.</span><br /> -<span class="gesperrt">1 5 9 8</span>.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254"></a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i255_header.jpg" width="500" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To his Worshipfull good friend,<br /> -<br /> -<span class="small80">Maister <em>Iohn Steuenton</em>, of <em>Dothill</em>, in the County<br /> -of <em>Salop</em>, Esquire.</span></h2> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i255_drops.jpg" width="100" alt="S" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7">Ith Conscience (long since) is exilde the Citty,</div> - <div class="i8">O let her in the Countrey, finde some Pitty.</div> - <div class="i7">But if she be exilde, the Countrey too,</div> - <div class="i8">O let her finde, some fauour yet of you.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i255a_header.jpg" width="500" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i256_header.jpg" width="500" height="167" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">The Combat betweene Conscience<br /> -<span class="small80">and Couetousnesse in the</span><br /> -<span class="small70">mind of Man</span>.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i256_dropn.jpg" width="120" alt="N" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i7"> Ow had the cole-blacke steedes, of pitchie Night,</div> - <div class="i8">(Breathing out Darknesse) banisht cheerfull Light,</div> - <div class="i8">And sleepe (the shaddowe of eternall rest)</div> - <div class="i8">My seuerall senses, wholy had possest.</div> - <div class="i8">When loe, there was presented to my view,</div> - <div class="i8">A vision strange, yet not so strange, as true.</div> - <div class="i8"><em>Conscience</em> (me thought) appeared vnto mee,</div> - <div class="i8">Cloth'd with good Deedes, with Trueth and Honestie,</div> - <div class="i0">Her countinance demure, and sober sad,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor any other Ornament shee had.</div> - <div class="i0">Then <em>Couetousnesse</em> did incounter her,</div> - <div class="i0">Clad in a Cassock, lyke a Vsurer,</div> - <div class="i0">The Cassock, it was made of poore-mens skinnes,</div> - <div class="i0">Lac'd here and there, with many seuerall sinnes:</div> - <div class="i0">Nor was it furd, with any common furre;</div> - <div class="i0">Or if it were, himselfe hee was the <em>fur</em>.</div> - <div class="i0">A Bag of money, in his hande he helde,</div> - <div class="i0">The which with hungry eie, he still behelde.</div> - <div class="i0">The place wherein this vision first began,</div> - <div class="i0">(A spacious plaine) was cald <em>The Minde of Man</em>.</div> - <div class="i0">The Carle no sooner, <em>Conscience</em> had espyde,</div> - <div class="i0">But swelling lyke a Toade, (puft vp with pryde)</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> - <div class="i0">He straight began against her to inuey:</div> - <div class="i0">These were the wordes, which <em>Couetise</em> did sey.</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Conscience</em> (quoth hee) how dar'st thou bee so bold,</div> - <div class="i0">To claime the place, that I by right doe hold?</div> - <div class="i0">Neither by right, nor might, thou canst obtaine it:</div> - <div class="i0">By might (thou knowst full well) thou canst not gaine it.</div> - <div class="i0">The greatest Princes are my followars,</div> - <div class="i0">The King in Peace, the Captaine in the Warres:</div> - <div class="i0">The Courtier, and the simple Countrey-man:</div> - <div class="i0">The Iudge, the Merchant, and the Gentleman:</div> - <div class="i0">The learned Lawyer, and the Politician:</div> - <div class="i0">The skilfull Surgeon, and the fine Physician:</div> - <div class="i0">In briefe, all sortes of men mee entertaine,</div> - <div class="i0">And hold mee, as their Soules sole Soueraigne,</div> - <div class="i0">And in my quarrell, they will fight and die,</div> - <div class="i0">Rather then I should suffer iniurie.</div> - <div class="i0">And as for title, interest, and right,</div> - <div class="i0">Ile proue its mine by that, as well as might,</div> - <div class="i0">Though <em>Couetousnesse</em>, were vsed long before,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet <em>Iudas</em> Treason, made my Fame the more;</div> - <div class="i0">When <em>Christ</em> he caused, crucifyde to bee,</div> - <div class="i0">For thirtie pence, man solde his minde to mee:</div> - <div class="i0">And now adaies, what tenure is more free,</div> - <div class="i0">Than that which purchas'd is, with Gold and fee?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><span class="bigger140"><em>Conscience.</em></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With patience, haue I heard thy large Complaint,</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein the Diuell, would be thought a Saint:</div> - <div class="i0">But wot ye what, the Saying is of olde?</div> - <div class="i0">One tale is good, vntill anothers tolde.</div> - <div class="i0">Truth is the right, that I must stand vpon,</div> - <div class="i0">(For other title, hath poore <em>Conscience</em> none)</div> - <div class="i0">First I will proue it, by Antiquitie,</div> - <div class="i0">That thou art but an vp-start, vnto mee;</div> - <div class="i0">Before that thou wast euer thought vpon,</div> - <div class="i0">The minde of Man, belongd to mee alone.</div> - <div class="i0">For after that the Lord, hath Man created,</div> - <div class="i0">And him in blisse-full Paradice had seated;</div> - <div class="i0">(Knowing his Nature was to vice inclynde)</div> - <div class="i0">God gaue me vnto man, to rule his mynde,</div> - <div class="i0">And as it were, his Gouernour to bee,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> - <div class="i0">To guide his minde, in Trueth, and Honestie.</div> - <div class="i0">And where thou sayst, that man did sell his soule;</div> - <div class="i0">That Argument, I quicklie can controule:</div> - <div class="i0">It is a fayned fable, thou doost tell,</div> - <div class="i0">That, which is not his owne, he cannot sell;</div> - <div class="i0">No man can sell his soule, altho he thought it:</div> - <div class="i0">Mans soule is <em>Christs</em>, for hee hath dearely bought it.</div> - <div class="i0">Therefore vsurping <em>Couetise</em>, be gone.</div> - <div class="i0">For why, the minde belongs to mee alone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><span class="bigger140"><em>Couetousnesse.</em></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Alas poore <em>Conscience</em>, how thou art deceav'd?</div> - <div class="i0">As though of senses, thou wert quite bereaud.</div> - <div class="i0">What wilt thou say (that thinkst thou canst not erre)</div> - <div class="i0">If I can proue my selfe the ancienter?</div> - <div class="i0">Though into <em>Adams</em> minde, God did infuse thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Before his fall, yet man did neuer vse thee.</div> - <div class="i0">What was it else, but <em>Aurice</em> in <em>Eue</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">(Thinking thereby, in greater Blisse to liue)</div> - <div class="i0">That made her taste, of the forbidden fruite?</div> - <div class="i0">Of her Desier, was not I the roote?</div> - <div class="i0">Did she not couet? (tempted by the Deuill)</div> - <div class="i0">The Apple of the Tree, of good and euill?</div> - <div class="i0">Before man vsed <em>Conscience</em>, she did couet:</div> - <div class="i0">Therefore by her Transgression, here I proue it,</div> - <div class="i0">That <em>Couetousnesse</em> possest the minde of man,</div> - <div class="i0">Before that any <em>Conscience</em> began.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><span class="bigger140"><em>Conscience.</em></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Euen as a counterfeited precious stone,</div> - <div class="i0">Seemes to bee far more rich, to looke vpon,</div> - <div class="i0">Then doeth the right: But when a man comes neere,</div> - <div class="i0">His baseness then, doeth euident appeere:</div> - <div class="i0">So <em>Couetise</em>, the Reasons thou doost tell,</div> - <div class="i0">Seeme to be strong, but being weighed well,</div> - <div class="i0">They are indeed, but onely meere Illusions,</div> - <div class="i0">And doe inforce but very weake Conclusions.</div> - <div class="i0">When as the Lord (fore-knowing his offence)</div> - <div class="i0">Had giuen man a Charge, of Abstinence,</div> - <div class="i0">And to refraine, the fruite of good and ill:</div> - <div class="i0">Man had a <em>Conscience</em>, to obey his will,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And neuer would be tempted thereunto,</div> - <div class="i0">Vntill the Woeman, shee, did worke <em>man woe</em>.</div> - <div class="i0">And make him breake, the Lords Commaundement,</div> - <div class="i0">Which all Mankinde, did afterward repent:</div> - <div class="i0">So that thou seest, thy Argument is vaine,</div> - <div class="i0">And I am prov'd, the elder of the twaine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><span class="bigger140"><em>Couetousnesse.</em></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fond Wretch, it was not <em>Conscience</em>, but feare,</div> - <div class="i0">That made the first man (Adam) to forbeare</div> - <div class="i0">To tast the fruite, of the forbidden Tree,</div> - <div class="i0">Lest, if offending hee were found to bee,</div> - <div class="i0">(According as <em>Iehouah</em> saide on hye,</div> - <div class="i0">For his so great Transgression, hee should dye.)</div> - <div class="i0">Feare curbd his minde, it was not <em>Conscience</em> then,</div> - <div class="i0">(For <em>Conscience</em> freely, rules the harts of men)</div> - <div class="i0">And is a godly motion of the mynde,</div> - <div class="i0">To euerie vertuous action inclynde,</div> - <div class="i0">And not enforc'd, through feare of Punishment,</div> - <div class="i0">But is to vertue, voluntary bent:</div> - <div class="i0">Then (simple Trul) be packing presentlie,</div> - <div class="i0">For in this place, there is no roome for thee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"><span class="bigger140"><em>Conscience.</em></span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Aye mee (distressed Wight) what shall I doe?</div> - <div class="i0">Where shall I rest? Or whither shall I goe?</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the rich? (woes mee) they, doe abhor me:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the poore? (alas) they, care not for me:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Olde-man? hee; hath mee forgot:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Young-man? yet hee, knowes me not:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Prince? hee; can dispence with me:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Magistrate? that, may not bee:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Court? for it, I am too base:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Countrey? there, I haue no place:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Citty? thence; I am exilde:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Village? there; I am reuilde:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Barre? the Lawyer there, is bribed?</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Warre? there, <em>Conscience</em> is derided:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Temple? there, I am disguised:</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto the Market? there, I am dispised:</div> - <div class="i0">Thus both the young and olde, the rich and poore,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Against mee (silly Creature) shut their doore.</div> - <div class="i0">Then, sith each one seekes my rebuke and shame,</div> - <div class="i0">Ile goe againe to Heauen (from whence I came.)</div> - <div class="i1">This saide (me thought) making exceeding mone,</div> - <div class="i0">She went her way, and left the Carle alone,</div> - <div class="i0">Who vaunting of his late-got victorie,</div> - <div class="i0">Aduanc'd himselfe in pompe and Maiestie:</div> - <div class="i0">Much like a Cocke, who hauing kild his foe,</div> - <div class="i0">Brisks vp himselfe, and then begins to crow.</div> - <div class="i0">So <em>Couetise</em>, when <em>Conscience</em> was departed,</div> - <div class="i0">Gan to be proud in minde, and hauty harted:</div> - <div class="i0">And in a stately Chayre of state he set him,</div> - <div class="i0">(For <em>Conscience</em> banisht) there are none to let him.</div> - <div class="i0">And being but one entrie, to this Plaine,</div> - <div class="i0">(Whereof as king and Lord, he did remaine)</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Repentance</em> cald, he causd that to be kept,</div> - <div class="i0">Lest <em>Conscience</em> should returne, whilst as he slept:</div> - <div class="i0">Wherefore he causd it, to be watcht and warded</div> - <div class="i0">Both night and Day, and to be strongly guarded:</div> - <div class="i0">To keepe it safe, these three he did intreat,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Hardnesse of hart</em>, with <em>Falshood</em> and <em>Deceat:</em></div> - <div class="i0">And if at any time, she chaunc'd to venter,</div> - <div class="i0"><em>Hardnesse of hart</em>, denide her still to enter.</div> - <div class="i0">When <em>Conscience</em> was exilde the minde of Man,</div> - <div class="i0">Then <em>Couetise</em>, his gouernment began.</div> - <div class="i0">This once being seene, what I had seene before,</div> - <div class="i0">(Being onely seene in sleepe) was seene no more;</div> - <div class="i0">For with the sorrowe, which my Soule did take</div> - <div class="i0">At sight hereof, foorthwith I did awake.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5"><em><span class="gesperrt">FINIS</span>.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i260_dec.jpg" width="400" height="137" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="POEMS_IN_DIVERS_HUMORS" id="POEMS_IN_DIVERS_HUMORS"></a>Poems:<br /> - -<span class="small80">In diuers humors.</span></h2> - -<p class="p6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Trahit sua quemque voluptas.</i> Virgil.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i261_title.jpg" width="250" height="244" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p3">LONDON,<br /> -<span class="small90">Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are</span><br /> -<span class="small80">to be solde at his shoppe neere Temple-barre,<br /> -at the Signe of the Hand and starre.<br /> -1 5 9 8.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262"></a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263"></a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i263_header.jpg" width="500" height="118" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">To the learned, and accomplisht Gentleman,<br /> - -<span class="small80">Maister <em>Nicholas Blackleech</em>,<br /> -of Grayes Inne.</span></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i263_dropt.jpg" width="100" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"> O you, that know the tuch of true Conceat;</div> - <div class="i6"> (Whose many gifts I neede not to repeat)</div> - <div class="i6"> I vvrite these Lines; fruits of vnriper yeares;</div> - <div class="i6"> Wherein my Muse no harder censure feares:</div> - <div class="i6"> Hoping in gentle Worth, you will them take;</div> - <div class="i6"> Not for the gift, but for the giuers sake.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i263a_header.jpg" width="500" height="118" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i264_header.jpg" width="500" height="175" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gespert">SONNET.</em> I.</h3> - -<p class="p1">To his friend Maister R. L. In praise of<br /> -Musique and Poetrie.</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i264_dropi.jpg" width="120" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i8">F Musique and sweet Poetrie agree,</div> - <div class="i8">As they must needes (the Sister and the Brother)</div> - <div class="i8">Then must the Loue be great, twixt thee and mee,</div> - <div class="i9">Because thou lou'st the one, and I the other.</div> - <div class="i9"><em>Dowland</em> to thee is deare; whose heauenly tuch</div> - <div class="i8">Vpon the Lute, doeth rauish humaine sense:</div> - <div class="i8"><em>Spenser</em> to mee; whose deepe Conceit is such,</div> - <div class="i3">As passing all Conceit, needs no defence.</div> - <div class="i3">Thou lou'st to heare the sweete melodious sound,</div> - <div class="i2">That <em>Phœbus</em> Lute (the Queene of Musique) makes:</div> - <div class="i2">And I in deepe Delight am chiefly drownd,</div> - <div class="i3">When as himselfe to singing he betakes.</div> - <div class="i4">One God is God of Both (as Poets faigne)</div> - <div class="i4">One Knight loues Both, and Both in thee remaine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em class="gespert">SONNET.</em> <span class="gesperrt">II</span>.<br /> - -<span class="small80"><em>Against the Dispraysers of Poetrie.</em></span></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i265_dropc.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6"><em>Haucer</em> is dead; and <em>Gower</em> lyes in grave;</div> - <div class="i6"> The Earle of <em>Surrey</em>, long agoe is gone;</div> - <div class="i6"> Sir <em>Philip Sidneis</em> soule, the Heauens haue;</div> - <div class="i6"> <em>George Gascoigne</em> him beforne, was tomb'd in stone,</div> - <div class="i7"> Yet, tho their Bodies lye full low in ground,</div> - <div class="i6">(As euery thing must dye, that earst was borne)</div> - <div class="i2">Their liuing fame, no Fortune can confound;</div> - <div class="i2">Nor euer shall their Labours be forlorne.</div> - <div class="i3">And you, that discommend sweete Poetrie,</div> - <div class="i2">(So that the Subiect of the same be good)</div> - <div class="i2">Here may you see, your fond simplicitie;</div> - <div class="i2">Sith Kings haue fauord it, of royall Blood.</div> - <div class="i3">The King of <em>Scots</em> (now liuing) is a Poet,</div> - <div class="i3">As his <em>Lepanto</em>, and his <em>Furies</em> shoe it.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i265_dec.jpg" width="50" height="26" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">A Remembrance of some English Poets.</h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i265_dropl.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Iue <em>Spenser</em> euer, in thy <em>Fairy Queene</em>:</div> - <div class="i6"> Whose like (for deepe Conceit) was neuer seene.</div> - <div class="i6"> Crownd mayst thou bee, vnto thy more renowne,</div> - <div class="i6"> (As King of Poets) with a Lawrell Crowne.</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And <em>Daniell</em>, praised for thy sweet-chast Verse:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose Fame is grav'd on <em>Rosamonds</em> blacke Herse.</div> - <div class="i0">Still mayst thou liue: and still be honored,</div> - <div class="i0">For that rare Worke, <em>The White Rose and the Red</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And <em>Drayton</em>, whose wel-written Tragedies,</div> - <div class="i0">And sweete Epistles, soare thy fame to skies.</div> - <div class="i0">Thy learned Name, is æquall with the rest;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And <em>Shakespeare</em> thou, whose hony-flowing Vaine,</div> - <div class="i0">(Pleasing the World) thy Praises doth obtaine.</div> - <div class="i0">Whose <em>Venus</em>, and whose <em>Lucrece</em> (sweete, and chaste)</div> - <div class="i0">Thy Name in fames immortall Booke haue plac't.</div> - <div class="i1">Liue euer you, at least in Fame liue euer:</div> - <div class="i1">Well may the Bodye dye, but Fame dies neuer.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i266_dec.jpg" width="50" height="40" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">An Ode.</h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i266_dropa.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">S it fell vpon a Day,</div> - <div class="i6">In the merrie Month of May,</div> - <div class="i6">Sitting in a pleasant shade,</div> - <div class="i6">Which a groue of Myrtles made,</div> - <div class="i6">Beastes did leape, and Birds did sing,</div> - <div class="i6">Trees did grow, and Plants did spring:</div> - <div class="i6">Euery thing did banish mone,</div> - <div class="i6">Saue the Nightingale alone.</div> - <div class="i6">Shee (poore Bird) as all forlorne,</div> - <div class="i6">Leand her Breast vp-till a Thorne,</div> - <div class="i6">And there sung the dolefulst Ditty,</div> - <div class="i6">That to heare it was great Pitty.</div> - <div class="i6"><em>Fie</em>, <em>fie</em>, <em>fie</em>, now would she cry</div> - <div class="i6"><em>Teru Teru</em>, by and by:</div> - <div class="i6">That to heare her so complaine,</div> - <div class="i6">Scarce I could from Teares refraine:</div> - <div class="i6">For her griefes so liuely showne,</div> - <div class="i6">Made me thinke vpon mine owne.</div> - <div class="i6">Ah (thought I) thou mournst in vaine;</div> - <div class="i6">None takes Pitty on thy paine:</div> - <div class="i6">Senslesse Trees, they cannot heere thee;</div> - <div class="i6">Ruthlesse Beares, they wil not cheer thee.</div> - <div class="i6">King <em>Pandion</em>, hee is dead:</div> - <div class="i6">All thy friends are lapt in Lead.</div> - <div class="i6">All thy fellow Birds doe singe,</div> - <div class="i6">Carelesse of thy sorrowing.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> - <div class="i6">Whilst as fickle Fortune smilde,</div> - <div class="i6">Thou and I, were both beguilde.</div> - <div class="i6">Euerie one that flatters thee,</div> - <div class="i6">Is no friend in miserie:</div> - <div class="i6">Words are easie, like the winde;</div> - <div class="i6">Faithfull friends are hard to finde:</div> - <div class="i6">Euerie man will bee thy friend,</div> - <div class="i6">Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend:</div> - <div class="i6">But if store of Crownes be scant,</div> - <div class="i6">No man will supply thy want.</div> - <div class="i6">If that one be prodigall,</div> - <div class="i6">Bountifull, they will him call.</div> - <div class="i6">And with such-like flattering,</div> - <div class="i6">Pitty but hee were a King.</div> - <div class="i6">If hee bee adict to vice,</div> - <div class="i6">Quickly him, they will intice.</div> - <div class="i6">If to Woemen hee be bent,</div> - <div class="i6">They haue at Commaundement.</div> - <div class="i6">But if Fortune once doe frowne,</div> - <div class="i6">Then farewell his great renowne:</div> - <div class="i6">They that fawnd on him before,</div> - <div class="i6">Vse his company no more.</div> - <div class="i6">Hee that is thy friend indeed,</div> - <div class="i6">Hee will helpe thee in thy neede:</div> - <div class="i6">If thou sorrowe, hee will weepe;</div> - <div class="i6">If thou wake, hee cannot sleepe:</div> - <div class="i6">Thus of euerie griefe, in hart,</div> - <div class="i6">Hee, with thee, doeth beare a Part.</div> - <div class="i6">These are certaine Signes, to knowe</div> - <div class="i6">Faithfull friend, from flatt'ring foe.</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i267_dec.jpg" width="230" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>Written, at the Request of a Gentleman,<br /> - -<span class="small80">vnder a Gentlewoman's Picture.</span></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i268_drope.jpg" width="90" alt="E" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Uen as <em>Apelles</em> could not paint <em>Campaspes</em> face aright:</div> - <div class="i6">Because <em>Campaspes</em> Sun-bright eyes did dimme <em>Apelles</em> sight:</div> - <div class="i6">Euen so, amazed at her sight, her sight, all sights excelling,</div> - <div class="i6">Like <em>Nyobe</em> the Painter stoode, her sight his sight expelling,</div> - <div class="i6">Thus Art and Nature did contend, who should the Victor bee,</div> - <div class="i6">Till Art by Nature was supprest, as all the worlde may see.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i268_dec.jpg" width="40" height="42" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">An Epitaph vpon the Death, of Sir Philip<br /> - -<span class="small80">Sidney, Knight; Lord-gouernour of Vlissing.</span></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i268_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Hat <em>England</em> lost, that Learning lov'd, that euery mouth commended,</div> - <div class="i6">That fame did prayse, that Prince did rayse, that Countrey do defended,</div> - <div class="i6">Here lyes the man: lyke to the Swan, who knowing shee shall die,</div> - <div class="i6">Doeth tune her voice vnto the Spheares, and scornes Mortalitie.</div> - <div class="i6">Two worthie Earls his vncles were; a Lady was his Mother;</div> - <div class="i6">A Knight his father; and himselfe a noble Countesse Brother.</div> - <div class="i0">Belov'd, bewaild; aliue, now dead; of all, with Teares for euer;</div> - <div class="i0">Here lyes Sir <em>Philip Sidneis</em> Corps, whom cruell Death did seuer,</div> - <div class="i0">He liv'd for her, hee dyde for her; for whom he dyde, he liued:</div> - <div class="i0">O graunt (O God) that wee of her, may neuer be depriued.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>An Epitaph vpon the Death of his Aunt,<br /> - -<span class="small80">Mistresse Elizabeth Skrymsher.</span></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i269_dropl.jpg" width="90" alt="L" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6">Oe here beholde the certaine Ende, of euery liuing wight:</div> - <div class="i6">No Creature is secure from Death, for Death will haue his Right.</div> - <div class="i6">He spareth none: both rich and poore, both young and olde must die;</div> - <div class="i6">So fraile is flesh, so short is Life, so sure Mortalitie.</div> - <div class="i6">When first the Bodye liues to Life, the soule first dies to sinne:</div> - <div class="i0">And they that loose this earthly Life, a heauenly Life shall winne,</div> - <div class="i0">If they liue well: as well she liv'd, that lyeth Vnder heere;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose Vertuous Life to all the Worlde, most plainly did appeere.</div> - <div class="i0">Good to the poore, friend to the rich, and foe to no Degree:</div> - <div class="i0">A President of modest Life, and peerelesse Chastitie.</div> - <div class="i0">Who louing more, Who more belov'd of euerie honest mynde?</div> - <div class="i0">Who more to Hospitalitie, and Clemencie inclinde</div> - <div class="i0">Then she? that being buried here, lyes wrapt in Earth below;</div> - <div class="i0">From whence we came, to whom wee must, and bee as shee is now,</div> - <div class="i0">A Clodd of Clay: though her pure soule in endlesse Blisse doeth rest;</div> - <div class="i0">Ioying all Ioy, the Place of Peace, prepared for the blest:</div> - <div class="i0">Where holy Angells sit and sing, before the King of Kings;</div> - <div class="i0">Not mynding worldly Vanities, but onely heavenly Things.</div> - <div class="i0">Vnto which Ioy, Vnto which Blisse, Vnto which Place of Pleasure,</div> - <div class="i0">God graunt that wee may come at last, t' inioy that heauenly Treasure.</div> - <div class="i0">Which to obtaine, to liue as shee hath done let us endeuor;</div> - <div class="i0">That wee may liue with Christ himselfe, (above) that liues for euer.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i270_header.jpg" width="500" height="94" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;">A Comparison of the Life<br /> -of Man.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="figleft"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i270_dropm.jpg" width="100" alt="M" /> -</span> -</div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i6a">Ans life is vvell compared to a feast,</div> - <div class="i6a">Furnisht with choice of all Varietie:</div> - <div class="i6a">To it comes Tyme; and as a bidden guest</div> - <div class="i6a">Hee sets him downe, in Pompe and Maiestie;</div> - <div class="i6a">The three-folde Age of Man, the Waiters bee,</div> - <div class="i7a">Then with an earthen voyder (made of clay)</div> - <div class="i7a">Comes Death, and takes the table clean away.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5"><span class="gesperrt">FINIS.</span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i270_dec.jpg" width="450" height="131" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271"></a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i271_title.jpg" width="353" height="560" alt="ASTROPHEL" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="title"> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i271_head.jpg" width="500" height="104" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><span class="gesperrt">ASTROPHEL.</span><br /> - -<span class="small80 gesperrt">A Pastoral Elegy upon</span><br /> -<span class="small70">the death of the most noble<br /> -and valorous Knight,<br /> -Sir <span class="gesperrt">PHILIP SIDNEY</span>.</span></h2> - - -<p class="p6"><em>Dedicated<br /> -to the most beautiful and virtuous Lady<br /> -the Countess of <span class="gesperrt">ESSEX</span>.</em></p> - -<p class="p6">[By <span class="gesperrt">EDMUND SPENSER</span>, the Countess -of <span class="gesperrt">PEMBROKE</span>, and others.]</p> - -<p class="p4c">[Printed as an Appendix to _COLIN CLOUT's come home again_, first -printed in 1595; but the epistle of which is dated "From my house -of Kilcolman, the 27 of December, 1591."]</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i271_foot.jpg" width="500" height="104" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i272_header.jpg" width="500" height="55" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><a name="ASTROPHEL" id="ASTROPHEL"></a>Astrophel.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i272_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"><em>Hepherds that wont, on pipes of oaten reed,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Ofttimes to plain your love's concealèd smart;</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>And with your piteous lays have learned to breed</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Compassion in a country lass's heart:</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Hearken, ye gentle shepherds, to my song!</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>And place my doleful plaint, your plaints emong.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><em>To you alone, I sing this mournful verse,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>The mournful'st verse that ever man heard tell:</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>To you whose softened hearts it may empierce</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>With dolour's dart, for death of <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span>.</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>To you I sing, and to none other wight,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>For well I wot my rhymes been rudely dight.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><em>Yet as they been, if any nicer wit</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Shall hap to hear, or covet them to read:</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Think he, that such are for such ones most fit,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Made not to please the living but the dead:</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>And if in him, found pity ever place;</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Let him be moved to pity such a case.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i272_footer.jpg" width="500" height="102" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i273_header.jpg" width="500" height="57" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gespert">ASTROPHEL.</em><br /> - -<span class="small80"><em>A Pastoral Elegy upon the death of</em></span><br /> - -<span class="small60"><em>the most noble and valorous Knight,</em><br /> - -<em>Sir</em> <em class="gespert"><span class="smcap">Philip Sidney</span>.</em></span></h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i273_dropa.jpg" width="120" alt="A" /> -</span> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">Gentle</span> shepherd born in Arcady,</div> - <div class="i8">Of gentlest race that ever shepherd bore;</div> - <div class="i8">About the grassy banks of Hæmony,</div> - <div class="i8">Did keep his sheep, his little stock and store.</div> - <div class="i8">Full carefully he kept them day and night</div> - <div class="i8">In fairest fields; and <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span> he hight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Young <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span>! the pride of shepherds' praise.</div> - <div class="i0">Young <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span>! the rustic lasses' love.</div> - <div class="i0">Far passing all the pastors of his days</div> - <div class="i0">In all that seemly shepherd might behove.</div> - <div class="i0">In one thing only failing of the best;</div> - <div class="i0">That he was not so happy as the rest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For from the time that first the nymph his mother</div> - <div class="i0">Him forth did bring; and taught, her lambs to feed:</div> - <div class="i0">A slender swain, excelling far each other</div> - <div class="i0">In comely shape, like her that did him breed:</div> - <div class="i0">He grew up fast in goodness and in grace;</div> - <div class="i0">And doubly fair wox both in mind and face.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which daily more and more he did augment</div> - <div class="i0">With gentle usage and demeanour mild;</div> - <div class="i0">That all men's hearts with secret ravishment</div> - <div class="i0">He stole away, and wittingly beguiled.</div> - <div class="i0">Ne Spite itself—that all good things doth spill—</div> - <div class="i0">Found ought in him, that she could say was ill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His sports were fair, his joyance innocent,</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet without sour, and honey without gall;</div> - <div class="i0">And he himself seemed made for merriment,</div> - <div class="i0">Merrily masking both in bower and hall.</div> - <div class="i0">There was no pleasure nor delightful play</div> - <div class="i0">When <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span> so ever was away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For he could pipe, and dance, and carol sweet;</div> - <div class="i0">Emongst the shepherds in their shearing feast:</div> - <div class="i0">As summer's lark that with her song doth greet</div> - <div class="i0">The dawning day, forth coming from the East.</div> - <div class="i0">And lays of love he also would compose.</div> - <div class="i0">Thrice happy she! whom he to praise did choose.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Full many maidens often did him woo,</div> - <div class="i0">Them to vouchsafe, emongst his rhymes to name:</div> - <div class="i0">Or make for them, as he was wont to do,</div> - <div class="i0">For her that did his heart with love inflame;</div> - <div class="i0">For which they promised to dight for him,</div> - <div class="i0">Gay chaplets of flowers and garlands trim.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And many a nymph, both of the wood and brook,</div> - <div class="i0">Soon as his oaten pipe began to shrill;</div> - <div class="i0">Both crystal wells and shady groves forsook,</div> - <div class="i0">To hear the charms of his enchanting skill:</div> - <div class="i0">And brought him presents; flowers, if it were prime:</div> - <div class="i0">Or mellow fruit, if it were harvest time.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But he for none of them did care a whit;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet wood-gods for them oft sighed sore:</div> - <div class="i0">Ne for their gifts unworthy of his wit,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet not unworthy of the country's store.</div> - <div class="i0">For One alone he cared, for One he sighed</div> - <div class="i0">His life's treasure, and his dear love's delight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Stella</span> the fair! the fairest star in sky:</div> - <div class="i0">As fair as <span class="smcap">Venus</span>, or the fairest fair.</div> - <div class="i0">A fairer star saw never living eye,</div> - <div class="i0">Shot her sharp pointed beams through purest air.</div> - <div class="i0">Her, he did love; her, he alone he did honour;</div> - <div class="i0">His thoughts, his rhymes, his songs were all upon her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> - <div class="i0">To her, he vowed the service of his days;</div> - <div class="i0">On her, he spent the riches of his wit;</div> - <div class="i0">For her, he made hymns of immortal praise:</div> - <div class="i0">Of only her; he sang, he thought, he writ.</div> - <div class="i0">Her, and but her, of love he worthy deemed:</div> - <div class="i0">For all the rest, but little he esteemed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ne her with idle words alone he vowed,</div> - <div class="i0">And verses vain—yet verses are not vain:</div> - <div class="i0">But with brave deeds, to her sole service vowed;</div> - <div class="i0">And bold achievements, her did entertain.</div> - <div class="i0">For both in deeds and words he nurtured was.</div> - <div class="i0">Both wise and hardy—too hardy, alas!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In wrestling, nimble; and in running, swift;</div> - <div class="i0">In shooting, steady; and in swimming, strong:</div> - <div class="i0">Well made to strike, to throw, to leap, to lift,</div> - <div class="i0">And all the sports that shepherds are emong.</div> - <div class="i0">In every one, he vanquished every one,</div> - <div class="i0">He vanquished all, and vanquished was of none.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Besides, in hunting such felicity</div> - <div class="i0">Or rather infelicity, he found;</div> - <div class="i0">That every field and forest far away</div> - <div class="i0">He sought, where savage beasts do most abound.</div> - <div class="i0">No beast so savage, but he could it kill:</div> - <div class="i0">No chase so hard, but he therein had skill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Such skill, matched with such courage as he had,</div> - <div class="i0">Did prick him forth with proud desire of praise;</div> - <div class="i0">To seek abroad, of danger nought y'drad,</div> - <div class="i0">His mistress' name and his own fame to raise.</div> - <div class="i0">What need, peril to be sought abroad?</div> - <div class="i0">Since round about us, it doth make abode.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It fortuned as he, that perilous game</div> - <div class="i0">In foreign soil pursued, far away;</div> - <div class="i0">Into a forest wide and waste, he came,</div> - <div class="i0">Where store he heard to be of savage prey.</div> - <div class="i0">So wide a forest and so waste as this,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor famous Ardenne, nor foul Arlo is.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There his well-woven toils and subtle trains</div> - <div class="i0">He laid, the brutish nation to enwrap:</div> - <div class="i0">So well he wrought with practice and with pains,</div> - <div class="i0">That he of them, great troops did soon entrap.</div> - <div class="i0">Full happy man! misweening much, was he;</div> - <div class="i0">So rich a spoil within his power to see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Eftsoons, all heedless of his dearest hale,</div> - <div class="i0">Full greedily into the herd he thrust</div> - <div class="i0">To slaughter them and work their final bale,</div> - <div class="i0">Lest that his toil should of their troops be burst.</div> - <div class="i0">Wide wounds emongst them, many one he made;</div> - <div class="i0">Now with his sharp boar spear, now with his blade.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> - <div class="i0">His care was all, how he them all might kill;</div> - <div class="i0">That none might 'scape, so partial unto none.</div> - <div class="i0">Ill mind! so much to mind another's ill,</div> - <div class="i0">As to become unmindful of his own.</div> - <div class="i0">But pardon that unto the cruel skies,</div> - <div class="i0">That from himself to them, withdrew his eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So as he raged emongst that beastly rout;</div> - <div class="i0">A cruel beast of most accursèd brood,</div> - <div class="i0">Upon him turned—despair makes cowards stout;</div> - <div class="i0">And with fell tooth, accustomèd to blood,</div> - <div class="i0">Launched his thigh with so mischievous might,</div> - <div class="i0">That it both bone and muscle rivèd quite.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So deadly was the dint, and deep the wound,</div> - <div class="i0">And so huge streams of blood thereout did flow;</div> - <div class="i0">That he endurèd not the direful stound</div> - <div class="i0">But on the cold dear earth, himself did throw.</div> - <div class="i0">The whiles the captive herd his nets did rend,</div> - <div class="i0">And having none to let; to wood did wend.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ah, where were ye this while, his shepherd peers?</div> - <div class="i0">To whom alive was nought so dear as he.</div> - <div class="i0">And ye fair maids, the matches of his years!</div> - <div class="i0">Which in his grace, did boast you most to be?</div> - <div class="i0">And where were ye, when he of you had need,</div> - <div class="i0">To stop his wound that wondrously did bleed?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Ah, wretched boy! the shape of drearihead!</div> - <div class="i0">And sad ensample of man's sudden end!</div> - <div class="i0">Full little faileth, but thou shalt be dead;</div> - <div class="i0">Unpitied, unplained of foe or friend:</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst none is nigh, thine eyelids up to close;</div> - <div class="i0">And kiss thy lips like faded leaves of rose.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A sort of shepherds suing of the chase,</div> - <div class="i0">As they the forest rangèd on a day;</div> - <div class="i0">By fate or fortune came unto the place,</div> - <div class="i0">Whereas the luckless boy yet bleeding lay.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet bleeding lay, and yet would still have bled,</div> - <div class="i0">Had not good hap those shepherds thither led.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They stopped his wound—too late to stop, it was,</div> - <div class="i0">And in their arms then softly did him rear:</div> - <div class="i0">Tho, as he willed, unto his lovèd lass,</div> - <div class="i0">His dearest love, him dolefully did bear.</div> - <div class="i0">The doleful'st bier that ever man did see</div> - <div class="i0">Was <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span>, but dearest unto me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She, when she saw her love in such a plight,</div> - <div class="i0">With curdled blood and filthy gore deformed;</div> - <div class="i0">That wont to be with flowers and garlands dight,</div> - <div class="i0">And her dear favours dearly well adorned.</div> - <div class="i0">Her face, the fairest face that eye might see,</div> - <div class="i0">She likewise did deform, like him to be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Her yellow locks that shone so bright and long,</div> - <div class="i0">As sunny beams in fairest summer's day;</div> - <div class="i0">She fiercely tore: and with outrageous wrong,</div> - <div class="i0">From her red cheeks, the roses rent away.</div> - <div class="i0">And her fair breast, the treasury of joy;</div> - <div class="i0">She spoiled thereof, and fillèd with annoy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His pallid face, impicturèd with death;</div> - <div class="i0">She bathèd oft with tears and drièd oft:</div> - <div class="i0">And with sweet kisses, sucked the wasting breath</div> - <div class="i0">Out of his lips, like lilies pale and soft.</div> - <div class="i0">And oft she called to him, who answered nought;</div> - <div class="i0">But only by his looks did tell his thought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The rest of her impatient regret</div> - <div class="i0">And piteous moan, the which she for him made;</div> - <div class="i0">No tongue can tell, nor any forth can set:</div> - <div class="i0">But he whose heart, like sorrow did invade.</div> - <div class="i0">At last, when pain his vital powers had spent,</div> - <div class="i0">His wasted life her weary lodge forewent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which when she saw, she stayèd not a whit,</div> - <div class="i0">But after him, did make untimely haste:</div> - <div class="i0">Forthwith her ghost out of her corps did flit,</div> - <div class="i0">And followed her mate, like turtle chaste.</div> - <div class="i0">To prove that death, their hearts cannot divide;</div> - <div class="i0">Which living were in love so firmly tied.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> - <div class="i0">The gods, which all things see, this same beheld.</div> - <div class="i0">And pitying this pair of lovers true;</div> - <div class="i0">Transformèd them, there lying on the field,</div> - <div class="i0">Into one flower that is both red and blue.</div> - <div class="i0">It first grows red, and then to blue doth fade;</div> - <div class="i0">Like <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span>, which thereinto was made.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And in the midst thereof a star appears,</div> - <div class="i0">As fairly formed as any star in sky;</div> - <div class="i0">Resembling <span class="smcap">Stella</span> in her freshest years,</div> - <div class="i0">Forth darting beams of beauty from her eyes:</div> - <div class="i0">And all the day it standeth full of dew,</div> - <div class="i0">Which is the tears that from her eyes did flow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That herb of some, "Starlight" is called by name;</div> - <div class="i0">Of others <em>Penthia</em>, though not so well:</div> - <div class="i0">But thou wherever thou dost find the same,</div> - <div class="i0">From this day forth do call it <em>Astrophel</em>.</div> - <div class="i0">And whensoever thou it up dost take;</div> - <div class="i0">Do pluck it softly, for that shepherd's sake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hereof when tidings far abroad did pass,</div> - <div class="i0">The shepherds all which lovèd him full dear—</div> - <div class="i0">And sure, full dear of all he lovèd was—</div> - <div class="i0">Did thither flock to see what they did hear.</div> - <div class="i0">And when that piteous spectacle they viewed,</div> - <div class="i0">The same with bitter tears they all bedewed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And every one did make exceeding moan,</div> - <div class="i0">With inward anguish and great grief opprest;</div> - <div class="i0">And every one did weep and wail and moan,</div> - <div class="i0">And means devised to show his sorrow best.</div> - <div class="i0">That from that hour since first on grassy green,</div> - <div class="i0">Shepherds kept sheep; was not like mourning seen.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But first his sister that <span class="smcap">Clorinda</span> hight,</div> - <div class="i0">The gentlest shepherdess that lives this day;</div> - <div class="i0">And most resembling both in shape and sprite,</div> - <div class="i0">Her brother dear, began this doleful lay.</div> - <div class="i0">Which lest I mar the sweetness of the verse,</div> - <div class="i0">In sort as she it sung, I will rehearse.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i273_footer.jpg" width="500" height="105" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i282_header.jpg" width="500" height="57" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i282_dropa.jpg" width="100" alt="A" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"> <span class="smcap">Ye</span> me! to whom shall I, my case complain,</div> - <div class="i7">That may compassion my impatient grief?</div> - <div class="i7">Or where shall I unfold my inward pain</div> - <div class="i7">That my enriven heart may find relief?</div> - <div class="i8">Shall I unto the heavenly powers it show,</div> - <div class="i8">Or unto earthly men that dwell below?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"To heavens! Ah, they, alas, the authors were</div> - <div class="i0">And workers of my unremèdied woe;</div> - <div class="i0">For they foresee what to us happens here,</div> - <div class="i0">And they foresaw, yet suffered this be so.</div> - <div class="i1">From them comes good, from them comes also ill;</div> - <div class="i1">That which they made, who can them warn to spill?"</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"To men! Ah, they, alas, like wretched be</div> - <div class="i0">And subject to the heaven's ordinance;</div> - <div class="i0">Bound to abide whatever they decree,</div> - <div class="i0">Their best redress, is their best sufferance.</div> - <div class="i1">How then can they, like wretched, comfort me?</div> - <div class="i1">The which no less, need comforted to be."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Then to myself, will I my sorrow mourn,</div> - <div class="i0">Sith none alive like sorrowful remains;</div> - <div class="i0">And to myself, my plaints shall back return,</div> - <div class="i0">To pay their usury with doubled pains.</div> - <div class="i1">The woods, the hills, the rivers shall resound</div> - <div class="i1">The mournful accent of my sorrow's ground."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Woods, hills and rivers now are desolate;</div> - <div class="i0">Sith he is gone the which them all did grace:</div> - <div class="i0">And all the fields do wail their widow-state;</div> - <div class="i0">Sith death, their fairest flower did late deface.</div> - <div class="i1">The fairest flower in field that ever grew,</div> - <div class="i1">Was <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span>: that 'was,' we all may rue."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"What cruel hand of cursèd foe unknown,</div> - <div class="i0">Hath cropped the stalk which bore so fair a flower?</div> - <div class="i0">Untimely cropped, before it well were grown,</div> - <div class="i0">And clean defacèd in untimely hour.</div> - <div class="i1">Great loss to all that ever him see,</div> - <div class="i1">Great loss to all, but greatest loss to me."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Break now your garlands, O ye shepherds' lasses!</div> - <div class="i0">Sith the fair flower, which them adorned, is gone:</div> - <div class="i0">The flower, which them adorned, is gone to ashes,</div> - <div class="i0">Never again let lass put garland on.</div> - <div class="i1">Instead of garland, wear sad cypress now;</div> - <div class="i1">And bitter elder, broken from the bough."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Ne ever sing the love-lays which he made;</div> - <div class="i0">Whoever made such lays of love as he?</div> - <div class="i0">Ne ever read the riddles, which he said</div> - <div class="i0">Unto yourselves, to make you merry glee.</div> - <div class="i1">Your merry glee is now laid all abed,</div> - <div class="i1">Your merry-maker now, alas! is dead."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Death! the devourer of all world's delight,</div> - <div class="i0">Hath robbèd you, and reft from me my joy;</div> - <div class="i0">Both you and me and all the world, he quite</div> - <div class="i0">Hath robbed of joyance; and left sad annoy.</div> - <div class="i1">Joy of the world! and shepherds' pride was he:</div> - <div class="i1">Shepherds hope never, like again to see."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Oh, Death! that hast us of such riches reft,</div> - <div class="i0">Tell us at least, What hast thou with it done?</div> - <div class="i0">What is become of him, whose flower here left;</div> - <div class="i0">Is but the shadow of his likeness gone.</div> - <div class="i1">Scarce like the shadow of that which he was:</div> - <div class="i1">Nought like, but that he, like a shade, did pass."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"But that immortal spirit, which was deckt</div> - <div class="i0">With all the dowries of celestial grace;</div> - <div class="i0">By sovereign choice from th' heavenly quires select,</div> - <div class="i0">And lineally derived from angels' race:</div> - <div class="i1">O what is now of it become aread?</div> - <div class="i1">Aye me! can so divine a thing be dead?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Ah, no! It is not dead, nor can it die;</div> - <div class="i0">But lives for aye in blissful Paradise:</div> - <div class="i0">Where like a new-born babe it soft doth lie</div> - <div class="i0">In bed of lilies, wrapped in tender wise:</div> - <div class="i1">And compassed all about with roses sweet,</div> - <div class="i1">And dainty violets from head to feet."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"There, thousand birds, all of celestial brood,</div> - <div class="i0">To him do sweetly carol day and night;</div> - <div class="i0">And with strange notes, of him well understood,</div> - <div class="i0">Lull him asleep in angelic delight:</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst in sweet dream, to him presented be</div> - <div class="i1">Immortal beauties, which no eye may see."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"But he them sees, and takes exceeding pleasure</div> - <div class="i0">Of their divine aspects, appearing plain;</div> - <div class="i0">And kindling love in him above all measure</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet love, still joyous, never feeling pain.</div> - <div class="i1">For what so goodly form he there doth see,</div> - <div class="i1">He may enjoy, from jealous rancour free."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"There liveth he in everlasting bliss,</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet spirit! never fearing more to die:</div> - <div class="i0">Ne dreading harm from any foes of his,</div> - <div class="i0">Ne fearing savage beast's more cruelty.</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst we here, wretches! wail his private lack;</div> - <div class="i1">And with vain vows do often call him back."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"But live thou there still happy, happy spirit!</div> - <div class="i0">And give us leave, thee here thus to lament:</div> - <div class="i0">Not thee, that dost thy heaven's joy inherit;</div> - <div class="i0">But our own selves, that here in dole are drent.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus do we weep and wail, and wear our eyes,</div> - <div class="i1">Mourning in others, our own miseries."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<hr class="tb" /> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which when she ended had, another swain,</div> - <div class="i0">Of gentle wit and dainty sweet device;</div> - <div class="i0">Whom <span class="smcap">Astrophel</span> full dear did entertain</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst here he lived, and held in passing price:</div> - <div class="i0">Hight <span class="smcap">Thestylis</span>, began his mournful tourn,</div> - <div class="i0">And made the Muses in his song to mourn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And after him, full many other moe,</div> - <div class="i0">As every one in order loved him best;</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> - <div class="i0">'Gan dight themselves t'express their inward woe</div> - <div class="i0">With doleful lays unto the tune addrest.</div> - <div class="i0">The which I here in order will rehearse,</div> - <div class="i0">As fittest flowers to deck his mournful hearse.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i282_footer.jpg" width="500" height="105" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i287_header.jpg" width="500" height="57" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4><em>The mourning Muse of</em> <span class="smcap">Thestylis</span>.</h4> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i287_dropc.jpg" width="90" alt="C" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Ome forth</span> ye nymphs! come forth! forsake your watery bowers!</div> - <div class="i6">Forsake your mossy caves; and help me to lament.</div> - <div class="i6">Help me to tune my doleful notes to gurgling sound</div> - <div class="i6">Of Liffey's tumbling streams. Come let salt tears of ours,</div> - <div class="i6">Mix with his waters fresh. O come let one consent</div> - <div class="i0">Join us to mourn with wailful plaints the deadly wound</div> - <div class="i0">Which fatal clap hath made, decreed by higher powers;</div> - <div class="i0">The dreary day in which they have from us yrent</div> - <div class="i0">The noblest plant that might from East to West be found.</div> - <div class="i0">Mourn! mourn great <span class="smcap">Philip's</span> fall! mourn we his woeful end,</div> - <div class="i0">Whom spiteful death hath plucked untimely from the tree;</div> - <div class="i0">While yet his years in flower did promise worthy fruit.</div> - <div class="i0">Ah, dreadful <span class="smcap">Mars</span>! why didst thou not thy knight defend?</div> - <div class="i0">What wrathful mood, what fault of ours hath moved thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Of such a shining light to leave us destitute?</div> - <div class="i0">Thou with benign aspect sometime didst us behold.</div> - <div class="i0">Thou hast in Britons' valour ta'en delight of old,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And with thy presence oft vouchsafed to attribute</div> - <div class="i0">Fame and renown to us, for glorious martial deeds:</div> - <div class="i0">But now their ireful beams have chilled our hearts with cold.</div> - <div class="i0">Thou hast estranged thyself and deignest not our land:</div> - <div class="i0">Far off to others now, thy favour, honour breeds;</div> - <div class="i0">And high disdain doth cause thee shun our clime, I fear.</div> - <div class="i0">For hadst thou not been wroth, or that time near at hand;</div> - <div class="i0">Thou wouldst have heard the cry that woeful England made:</div> - <div class="i0">Eke Zealand's piteous plaints, and Holland's toren hair</div> - <div class="i0">Would haply have appeased thy divine angry mind.</div> - <div class="i0">Thou shouldst have seen the trees refuse to yield their shade</div> - <div class="i0">And wailing to let fall the honour of their head,</div> - <div class="i0">And birds in mournful tunes lamenting in their kind.</div> - <div class="i0">Up from his tomb, the mighty <span class="smcap">Corineus</span> rose,</div> - <div class="i0">Who cursing oft the fates that this mishap had bred,</div> - <div class="i0">His hoary locks he tare, calling the heavens unkind.</div> - <div class="i0">The Thames was heard to roar, the Rhine, and eke the Meuse,</div> - <div class="i0">The Scheldt, the Danow self this great mischance did rue:</div> - <div class="i0">With torment and with grief, their fountains pure and clear</div> - <div class="i0">Were troubled; and with swelling floods declared their woes.</div> - <div class="i0">The Muses comfortless, the nymphs with pallid hue;</div> - <div class="i0">The sylvan gods likewise came running far and near;</div> - <div class="i0">And all, with hearts bedewed, and eyes cast up on high,</div> - <div class="i0">"O help! O help, ye gods!" they ghastly 'gan to cry,</div> - <div class="i0">"O change the cruel fate of this so rare a wight</div> - <div class="i0">And grant that nature's course may measure out his age!"</div> - <div class="i0">The beasts their food forsook, and trembling fearfully,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Each sought his cave or den. This cry did them so fright.</div> - <div class="i0">Out from amid the waves, by storm then stirred to rage,</div> - <div class="i0">This cry did cause to rise th'old father <span class="smcap">Ocean</span> hoar,</div> - <div class="i0">Who grave with eld, and full of majesty in sight,</div> - <div class="i0">Spake in this wise, "Refrain," quoth he, "your tears and plaints!</div> - <div class="i0">Cease these your idle words! Make vain requests no more!</div> - <div class="i0">No humble speech nor moan may move the fixèd stint</div> - <div class="i0">Of destiny or death. Such is His will that paints</div> - <div class="i0">The earth with colours fresh, the darkest skies with store</div> - <div class="i0">Of starry lights: and though your tears a heart of flint</div> - <div class="i0">Might tender make; yet nought herein will they prevail."</div> - <div class="i1">Whiles thus he said, the noble Knight, who 'gan to feel</div> - <div class="i0">His vital force to faint, and death with cruel dint</div> - <div class="i0">Of direful dart his mortal body to assail:</div> - <div class="i0">With eyes lift up to heaven, and courage frank as steel;</div> - <div class="i0">With cheerful face where valour lively was exprest,</div> - <div class="i0">But humble mind, he said, "O LORD! if ought this frail</div> - <div class="i0">And earthly carcass have Thy service sought t'advance;</div> - <div class="i0">If my desire have been still to relieve th'opprest;</div> - <div class="i0">If Justice to maintain, that valour I have spent</div> - <div class="i0">Which Thou me gav'st; or if henceforth I might advance</div> - <div class="i0">Thy name, Thy truth: then spare me, LORD! if Thou think best;</div> - <div class="i0">Forbear these unripe years! But if Thy will be bent,</div> - <div class="i0">If that prefixèd time be come which Thou hast set:</div> - <div class="i0">Through pure and fervent faith, I hope now to be placed</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> - <div class="i0">In th'everlasting bliss; which with Thy precious blood</div> - <div class="i0">Thou purchase didst for us." With that a sigh he fet,</div> - <div class="i0">And straight a cloudy mist his senses overcast.</div> - <div class="i0">His lips waxed pale and wan, like damask rose's bud</div> - <div class="i0">Cast from the stalk; or like in field to purple flower</div> - <div class="i0">Which languisheth, being shred by culter as it past.</div> - <div class="i0">A trembling chilly cold ran through their veins, which were</div> - <div class="i0">With eyes brimful of tears to see his fatal hour:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose blustering sighs at first their sorrow did declare;</div> - <div class="i0">Next, murmuring ensued; at last they not forbear</div> - <div class="i0">Plain outcries; all against the heavens that enviously</div> - <div class="i0">Deprived us of a sprite so perfect and so rare.</div> - <div class="i0">The sun his lightsome beams did shroud, and hide his face</div> - <div class="i0">For grief; whereby the earth feared night eternally:</div> - <div class="i0">The mountains eachwhere shook, the rivers turned their streams;</div> - <div class="i0">And th'air 'gan winter-like to rage and fret apace:</div> - <div class="i0">And grisly ghosts by night were seen; and fiery gleams</div> - <div class="i0">Amid the clouds with claps of thunder, that did seem</div> - <div class="i0">To rent the skies; and made both man and beast afraid:</div> - <div class="i0">The birds of ill presage this luckless chance foretold</div> - <div class="i0">By dernful noise; and dogs with howling made man deem</div> - <div class="i0">Some mischief was at hand: for such they do esteem</div> - <div class="i0">As tokens of mishap; and so have done of old.</div> - <div class="i1">Ah, that thou hadst but heard his lovely <span class="smcap">Stella</span> plain</div> - <div class="i0">Her grievous loss, or seen her heavy mourning cheer;</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst she, with woe oppressed, her sorrows did unfold.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Her hair hung loose neglect about her shoulders twain:</div> - <div class="i0">And from those two bright stars to him sometime so dear,</div> - <div class="i0">Her heart sent drops of pearl; which fell in foison down</div> - <div class="i0">'Twixt lily and the rose. She wrung her hands with pain</div> - <div class="i0">And piteously 'gan say, "My true and faithful pheer!</div> - <div class="i0">Alas, and woe is me! why should my fortune frown</div> - <div class="i0">On me thus frowardly to rob me of my joy?</div> - <div class="i0">What cruel envious hand hath taken thee away;</div> - <div class="i0">And with thee, my content, my comfort and my stay?</div> - <div class="i0">Thou only wast the ease of trouble and annoy:</div> - <div class="i0">When they did me assail, in thee my hopes did rest.</div> - <div class="i0">Alas, what now is left but grief that night and day</div> - <div class="i0">Afflicts this woeful life, and with continual rage</div> - <div class="i0">Torments ten thousand ways my miserable breast?</div> - <div class="i0">O greedy envious heaven! what needed thee to have</div> - <div class="i0">Enriched with such a jewel this unhappy age;</div> - <div class="i0">To take it back again so soon? Alas, when shall</div> - <div class="i0">Mine eyes see ought that may content them, since thy grave</div> - <div class="i0">My only treasure hides, the joy of my poor heart?</div> - <div class="i0">As here with thee on earth I lived, even so equal</div> - <div class="i0">Methinks it were, with thee in heaven I did abide:</div> - <div class="i0">And as our troubles all, we here on earth did part;</div> - <div class="i0">So reason would that there, of thy most happy state</div> - <div class="i0">I had my share. Alas, if thou my trusty guide</div> - <div class="i0">Were wont to be: how canst thou leave me thus alone</div> - <div class="i0">In darkness and astray; weak, weary, desolate,</div> - <div class="i0">Plunged in a world of woe—refusing for to take</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Me with thee, to the place of rest where thou art gone?"</div> - <div class="i0">This said, she held her peace, for sorrow tied her tongue:</div> - <div class="i0">And instead of more words, seemed that her eyes a lake</div> - <div class="i0">Of tears had been, they flowed so plenteously therefrom:</div> - <div class="i0">And with her sobs and sighs th'air round about her rung.</div> - <div class="i1">If <span class="smcap">Venus</span> when she wailed her dear <span class="smcap">Adonis</span> slain,</div> - <div class="i0">Ought moved in thy fierce heart, compassion of her woe:</div> - <div class="i0">His noble sister's plaints, her sighs and tears emong;</div> - <div class="i0">Would sure have made thee mild, and inly rue her pain.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Aurora</span> half so fair, herself did never show;</div> - <div class="i0">When from old <span class="smcap">Tithon's</span> bed, she weeping did arise.</div> - <div class="i0">The blinded archer-boy, like lark in shower of rain,</div> - <div class="i0">Sat bathing of his wings, and glad the time did spend</div> - <div class="i0">Under those crystal drops which fell from her fair eyes;</div> - <div class="i0">And at their brightest beams him proined in lovely wise.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet sorry for her grief, which he could not amend;</div> - <div class="i0">The gentle boy 'gan wipe her eyes, and clear those lights:</div> - <div class="i0">Those lights through which his glory and his conquests shine.</div> - <div class="i0">The Graces tuckt her hair, which hung like threads of gold</div> - <div class="i0">Along her ivory breast, the treasure of delights.</div> - <div class="i0">All things with her to weep, it seemèd did incline;</div> - <div class="i0">The trees, the hills, the dales, the caves, the stones so cold.</div> - <div class="i0">The air did help them mourn, with dark clouds, rain and mist;</div> - <div class="i0">Forbearing many a day to clear itself again:</div> - <div class="i0">Which made them eftsoons fear the days of <span class="smcap">Pyrrha</span> should</div> - <div class="i0">Of creatures spoil the earth, their fatal threads untwist.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For <span class="smcap">Phœbus'</span> gladsome rays were wishèd for in vain,</div> - <div class="i0">And with her quivering light <span class="smcap">Latona's</span> daughter fair;</div> - <div class="i0">And Charles' Wain eke refused to be the shipman's guide.</div> - <div class="i0">On <span class="smcap">Neptune,</span> war was made by <span class="smcap">Æolus</span> and his train.</div> - <div class="i0">Who letting loose the winds, tost and tormented th'air,</div> - <div class="i0">So that on every coast, men shipwreck did abide,</div> - <div class="i0">Or else were swallowed up in open sea with waves:</div> - <div class="i0">And such as came to shore were beaten with despair.</div> - <div class="i0">The Medway's silver streams that wont so still to slide,</div> - <div class="i0">Were troubled now and wroth; whose hidden hollow caves</div> - <div class="i0">Along his banks, with fog then shrouded from man's eye,</div> - <div class="i0">Aye "<span class="smcap">Philip</span>" did resound, aye "<span class="smcap">Philip</span>" they did cry.</div> - <div class="i0">His nymphs were seen no more, though custom still it craves,</div> - <div class="i0">With hair spread to the wind, themselves to bathe or sport;</div> - <div class="i0">Or with the hook or net, barefooted wantonly</div> - <div class="i0">The pleasant dainty fish to entangle or deceive.</div> - <div class="i0">The shepherds left their wonted places of resort,</div> - <div class="i0">Their bagpipes now were still, their lovely merry lays</div> - <div class="i0">Were quite forgot; and now their flocks, men might perceive</div> - <div class="i0">To wander and to stray, all carelessly neglect:</div> - <div class="i0">And in the stead of mirth and pleasure, nights and days</div> - <div class="i0">Nought else was to be heard, but woes, complaints and moan.</div> - <div class="i1">But thou, O blessèd soul! dost haply not respect</div> - <div class="i0">These tears we shed, though full of loving pure affect;</div> - <div class="i0">Having affixt thine eyes on that most glorious throne,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Where full of majesty, the high Creator reigns.</div> - <div class="i0">In whose bright shining face thy joys are all complete,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose love kindles thy sprite, where happy always one,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou liv'st in bliss that earthly passion never stains;</div> - <div class="i0">Where from the purest spring the sacred nectar sweet</div> - <div class="i0">Is thy continual drink: where thou dost gather now</div> - <div class="i0">Of well-employed life, th'estimable gains.</div> - <div class="i0">There <span class="smcap">Venus</span> on thee smiles, <span class="smcap">Apollo</span> gives thee place;</div> - <div class="i0">And <span class="smcap">Mars</span> in reverent wise doth to thy virtue bow,</div> - <div class="i0">And decks his fiery sphere, to do thee honour most.</div> - <div class="i0">In highest part whereof, thy valour for to grace,</div> - <div class="i0">A chair of gold he sets to thee, and there doth tell</div> - <div class="i0">Thy noble acts arew; whereby even they that boast</div> - <div class="i0">Themselves of ancient fame, as <span class="smcap">Pyrrhus</span>, <span class="smcap">Hannibal</span>,</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Scipio</span> and <span class="smcap">Cæsar</span>, with the rest that did excel</div> - <div class="i0">In martial prowess; high thy glory do admire.</div> - <div class="i1">All hail! therefore, O worthy <span class="smcap">Philip</span> immortal!</div> - <div class="i0">The flower of <span class="smcap">Sidney's</span> race, the honour of thy name.</div> - <div class="i0">Whose worthy praise to sing, my Muses not aspire.</div> - <div class="i0">But sorrowful and sad these tears to thee let fall:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet wish their verses might so far and wide thy fame</div> - <div class="i0">Extend, that <span class="smcap">Envy's</span> rage nor time might end the same.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i287_footer.jpg" width="500" height="105" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i295_header.jpg" width="500" height="57" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>A pastoral Eclogue upon the death of Sir -<span class="smcap">Philip Sidney</span>, Knight, &c.</em></h2> - - -<p class="center"><strong>Lycon.</strong> <span class="mleft6"><strong>Colin.</strong></span></p> - -<p class="center"><strong>Lycon.</strong></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"><img src="images/i295_dropc.jpg" width="90" alt="C" /></span> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Olin</span>! well fits thy sad cheer this sad stound,</div> - <div class="i6">This woeful stound, wherein all things complain</div> - <div class="i6">This great mishap, this grievous loss of ours.</div> - <div class="i6">Hear'st thou the Orown? How with hollow sound</div> - <div class="i6">He slides away, and murmuring doth plain,</div> - <div class="i0">And seems to say unto the fading flowers</div> - <div class="i0">Along his banks, unto the barèd trees;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Phillisides</span> is dead. Up, jolly swain!</div> - <div class="i0">Thou that with skill canst tune a doleful lay;</div> - <div class="i0">Help him to mourn! My heart with grief doth freeze;</div> - <div class="i0">Hoarse is my voice with crying, else a part</div> - <div class="i0">Sure would I bear, though rude: but as I may,</div> - <div class="i0">With sobs and sighs I second will thy song;</div> - <div class="i0">And so express the sorrows of my heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> - <div class="i1"><strong>Colin.</strong> Ah <span class="smcap">Lycon</span>! <span class="smcap">Lycon</span>! what need skill to teach</div> - <div class="i0">A grievèd mind pour forth his plaints? How long</div> - <div class="i0">Hath the poor turtle gone to school, weenest thou,</div> - <div class="i0">To learn to mourn her lost make? No, no, each</div> - <div class="i0">Creature by nature can tell how to wail.</div> - <div class="i0">Seest not these flocks; how sad they wander now?</div> - <div class="i0">Seemeth their leader's bell, their bleating tunes</div> - <div class="i0">In doleful sound. Like him, not one doth fail,</div> - <div class="i0">With hanging head to show a heavy cheer.</div> - <div class="i0">What bird, I pray thee, hast thou seen that prunes</div> - <div class="i0">Himself of late? Did any cheerful note</div> - <div class="i0">Come to thine ears, or gladsome sight appear</div> - <div class="i0">Unto thine eyes, since that same fatal hour?</div> - <div class="i0">Hath not the air put on his mourning coat,</div> - <div class="i0">And testified his grief with flowing tears?</div> - <div class="i0">Sith then, it seemeth each thing to his power,</div> - <div class="i0">Doth us invite to make a sad consort:</div> - <div class="i0">Come let us join our mournful song with theirs!</div> - <div class="i0">Grief will indite, and sorrow will enforce</div> - <div class="i0">Thy voice; and <span class="smcap">Echo</span> will our words report.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><strong>Lycon.</strong> Though my rude rhymes, ill with thy verses frame,</div> - <div class="i0">That others far excel: yet will I force</div> - <div class="i0">Myself to answer thee the best I can;</div> - <div class="i0">And honour my base words with his high name.</div> - <div class="i0">But if my plaints annoy thee where thou sit</div> - <div class="i0">In secret shade or cave; vouchsafe, O <span class="smcap">Pan</span>!</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> - <div class="i0">To pardon me; and hear this hard constraint</div> - <div class="i0">With patience, while I sing; and pity it.</div> - <div class="i0">And eke ye rural Muses, that do dwell</div> - <div class="i0">In these wild woods: if ever piteous plaint</div> - <div class="i0">We did indite, or taught a woeful mind</div> - <div class="i0">With words of pure affect, his grief to tell;</div> - <div class="i0">Instruct me now! Now <span class="smcap">Colin</span> then go on;</div> - <div class="i0">And I will follow thee, though far behind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><strong>Colin.</strong> <span class="smcap">Phillisides</span> is dead! O harmful death!</div> - <div class="i0">O deadly harm! Unhappy Albion!</div> - <div class="i0">When shalt thou see emong thy shepherds all</div> - <div class="i0">Any so sage, so perfect? Whom uneath</div> - <div class="i0">Envy could touch for virtuous life and skill:</div> - <div class="i0">Courteous, valiant, and liberal.</div> - <div class="i0">Behold the sacred <span class="smcap">Pales</span>! where with hair</div> - <div class="i0">Untrusst, she sits in shade of yonder hill;</div> - <div class="i0">And her fair face bent sadly down, doth send</div> - <div class="i0">A flood of tears to bathe the earth: and there</div> - <div class="i0">Doth call the heavens despiteful, envious;</div> - <div class="i0">Cruel his fate, that made so short an end</div> - <div class="i0">Of that same life, well worthy to have been</div> - <div class="i0">Prolonged with many years, happy and famous.</div> - <div class="i0">The Nymphs and Oreades her round about</div> - <div class="i0">Do sit lamenting on the grassy green;</div> - <div class="i0">And with shrill cries, beating their whitest breasts,</div> - <div class="i0">Accuse the direful dart that <span class="smcap">Death</span> sent out</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> - <div class="i0">To give the fatal stroke. The stars they blame;</div> - <div class="i0">That deaf or careless seem at their request.</div> - <div class="i0">The pleasant shade of stately groves they shun.</div> - <div class="i0">They leave their crystal springs, where they wont frame</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet bowers of myrtle twigs and laurel fair;</div> - <div class="i0">To sport themselves free from the scorching sun.</div> - <div class="i0">And now the hollow caves, where <span class="smcap">Horror</span> dark</div> - <div class="i0">Doth dwell, whence banished is the gladsome air</div> - <div class="i0">They seek; and there in mourning spend their time</div> - <div class="i0">With wailful tunes; whiles wolves do howl and bark,</div> - <div class="i0">And seem to bear a bourdon to their plaint.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><strong>Lycon.</strong> <span class="smcap">Phillisides</span> is dead! O doleful rhyme!</div> - <div class="i0">Why should my tongue express thee? Who is left</div> - <div class="i0">Now to uphold thy hopes, when they do faint;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lycon</span> unfortunate? What spiteful fate?</div> - <div class="i0">What luckless destiny hath thee bereft</div> - <div class="i0">Of thy chief comfort, of thy only stay?</div> - <div class="i0">Where is become thy wonted happy state?</div> - <div class="i0">Alas, wherein through many a hill and dale,</div> - <div class="i0">Through pleasant woods, and many an unknown way,</div> - <div class="i0">Along the banks of many silver streams,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou with him yodest; and with him did scale</div> - <div class="i0">The craggy rocks of th'Alps and Appennine?</div> - <div class="i0">Still with the Muses sporting, while those beams</div> - <div class="i0">Of virtue kindled in his noble breast;</div> - <div class="i0">Which after did so gloriously forth shine?</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> - <div class="i0">But, woe is me, they now yquenched are</div> - <div class="i0">All suddenly, and death hath them oppressed,</div> - <div class="i0">Lo, father <span class="smcap">Neptune</span>! with sad countenance,</div> - <div class="i0">How he sits mourning on the strond now bare</div> - <div class="i0">Yonder; where th'<span class="smcap">Ocean</span> with his rolling waves</div> - <div class="i0">The white feet washeth, wailing this mischance,</div> - <div class="i0">Of Dover cliffs. His sacred skirt about</div> - <div class="i0">The sea gods all are set; from their moist caves,</div> - <div class="i0">All for his comfort gathered there they be.</div> - <div class="i0">The Thamis rich, the Humber rough and stout,</div> - <div class="i0">The fruitful Severn, with the rest; are come</div> - <div class="i0">To help their lord to mourn, and eke to see</div> - <div class="i0">The doleful sight, and sad pomp funeral</div> - <div class="i0">Of the dead corps passing through his kingdom;</div> - <div class="i0">And all their heads with cypress garlands crowned:</div> - <div class="i0">With woeful shrieks salute him, great and small.</div> - <div class="i0">Eke wailful <span class="smcap">Echo</span>, forgetting her dear</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Narcissus</span>, their last accents doth resound.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><strong>Colin.</strong> <span class="smcap">Phillisides</span> is dead! O luckless age!</div> - <div class="i0">O widow world! O brooks and fountains clear!</div> - <div class="i0">O hills! O dales! O woods that oft have rung</div> - <div class="i0">With his sweet carolling, which could assuage</div> - <div class="i0">The fiercest wrath of tiger or of bear!</div> - <div class="i0">Ye sylvans, fawns and satyrs, that emong</div> - <div class="i0">These thickets oft have danced after his pipe!</div> - <div class="i0">Ye Nymphs and Naiads with golden hair</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> - <div class="i0">That oft have left your purest crystal springs</div> - <div class="i0">To hearken to his lays, that coulden wipe</div> - <div class="i0">Away all grief and sorrow from your hearts!</div> - <div class="i0">Alas! who now is left that like him sings?</div> - <div class="i0">When shall you hear again like harmony?</div> - <div class="i0">So sweet a sound, who to you now imparts?</div> - <div class="i0">Lo where engravèd by his hand yet lives</div> - <div class="i0">The name of <span class="smcap">Stella</span> in yonder bay tree.</div> - <div class="i0">Happy name! happy tree! Fair may you grow</div> - <div class="i0">And spread your sacred branch, which honour gives,</div> - <div class="i0">To famous emperors; and poets crown.</div> - <div class="i0">Unhappy flock! that wander scattered now.</div> - <div class="i0">What marvel if through grief, ye woxen lean,</div> - <div class="i0">Forsake your food, and hang your heads adown?</div> - <div class="i0">For such a shepherd never shall you guide;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose parting, hath of weal bereft you clean.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><strong>Lycon.</strong> <span class="smcap">Phillisides</span> is dead! O happy sprite!</div> - <div class="i0">That now in heaven with blessèd souls dost bide.</div> - <div class="i0">Look down awhile from where thou sitt'st above,</div> - <div class="i0">And see how busy shepherds be to indite</div> - <div class="i0">Sad songs of grief, their sorrows to declare;</div> - <div class="i0">And grateful memory of their kind love.</div> - <div class="i0">Behold myself with <span class="smcap">Colin</span> gentle swain,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose learned Muse thou cherisht most whilere,</div> - <div class="i0">Where we thy name recording, seek to ease</div> - <div class="i0">The inward torment and tormenting pain</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> - <div class="i0">That thy departure to us both hath bred;</div> - <div class="i0">Ne can each other's sorrow yet appease.</div> - <div class="i0">Behold the fountains now left desolate,</div> - <div class="i0">And withered grass with cypress boughs bespread!</div> - <div class="i0">Behold these flowers which on thy grave we strew!</div> - <div class="i0">Which faded, show the givers' faded state;</div> - <div class="i0">(Though eke they show their fervent zeal and pure)</div> - <div class="i0">Whose only comfort on thy welfare grew.</div> - <div class="i0">Whose prayers importune shall the heavens for aye,</div> - <div class="i0">That to thy ashes, rest they may assure;</div> - <div class="i0">That learnedst shepherds honour may thy name</div> - <div class="i0">With yearly praises; and the nymphs alway,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy tomb may deck with fresh and sweetest flowers;</div> - <div class="i0">And that for ever may endure thy fame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><strong>Colin.</strong> The sun, lo, hastened hath his face to steep</div> - <div class="i0">In western waves, and th'air with stormy showers,</div> - <div class="i0">Warns us to drive homewards our silly sheep.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lycon</span>! let's rise, and take of them good keep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Virtute summa; cætera fortuna.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i20"><strong>L. B.</strong></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i295_footer.jpg" width="500" height="105" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i302_header.jpg" width="500" height="59" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em><span class="gesperrt">An Elegy, or Friend's Passion</span></em><br /> -<span class="small80 gesperrt"><em>for his <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>.</em></span></h2> - -<p class="p3"><em>Written upon the death of the Right<br /> -Honourable Sir <span class="gesperrt">P<span class="smcap">hilip</span> S<span class="smcap">idney</span>,</span><br /> -Knight, Lord Governor<br /> -of Flushing.</em></p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i302_dropa.jpg" width="120" alt="A" /> -</span> - <div class="i8">S then, no wind at all there blew,</div> - <div class="i8">No swelling cloud accloyed the air,</div> - <div class="i8">The sky, like grass of watchet hue,</div> - <div class="i8">Reflected <span class="smcap">Phœbus'</span> golden hair;</div> - <div class="i9">The garnished tree no pendant stirred,</div> - <div class="i9">No voice was heard of any bird.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There might you see the burly bear,</div> - <div class="i0">The lion king, the elephant.</div> - <div class="i0">The maiden unicorn was there,</div> - <div class="i0">So was <span class="smcap">Actæon's</span> horned plant:</div> - <div class="i2">And what of wild or tame are found,</div> - <div class="i2">Were couched in order on the ground.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Alcides'</span> speckled poplar tree;</div> - <div class="i0">The palm that monarchs do obtain;</div> - <div class="i0">With love juice stained, the mulberry,</div> - <div class="i0">The fruit that dews the poet's brain;</div> - <div class="i2">And <span class="smcap">Phillis'</span> filbert there away</div> - <div class="i2">Compared with myrtle and the bay:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The tree that coffins doth adorn,</div> - <div class="i0">With stately height threat'ning the sky,</div> - <div class="i0">And for the bed of love forlorn,</div> - <div class="i0">The black and doleful ebony:</div> - <div class="i2">All in a circle compassed were</div> - <div class="i2">Like to an amphitheatre.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Upon the branches of those trees,</div> - <div class="i0">The air-winged people sat,</div> - <div class="i0">Distinguishèd in odd degrees;</div> - <div class="i0">One sort is this, another that.</div> - <div class="i2">Here <span class="smcap">Philomel</span> that knows full well</div> - <div class="i2">What force and wit in love doth dwell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The sky-bred eagle, royal bird,</div> - <div class="i0">Perched there upon an oak above;</div> - <div class="i0">The turtle by him never stirred,</div> - <div class="i0">Example of immortal love.</div> - <div class="i2">The swan that sings about to die;</div> - <div class="i2">Leaving <span class="smcap">Meander</span>, stood thereby.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And that which was of wonder most,</div> - <div class="i0">The Phœnix left sweet Araby;</div> - <div class="i0">And on a cedar in this coast,</div> - <div class="i0">Built up her tomb of spicery.</div> - <div class="i2">As I conjecture by the same,</div> - <div class="i2">Prepared to take her dying flame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In midst and centre of this plot,</div> - <div class="i0">I saw one grovelling on the grass;</div> - <div class="i0">A man or stone, I knew not what.</div> - <div class="i0">No stone; of man, the figure was.</div> - <div class="i2">And yet I could not count him one,</div> - <div class="i2">More than the image made of stone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At length I might perceive him rear</div> - <div class="i0">His body on his elbows' end:</div> - <div class="i0">Earthly and pale with ghastly cheer,</div> - <div class="i0">Upon his knees he upward tend;</div> - <div class="i2">Seeming like one in uncouth stound,</div> - <div class="i2">To be ascending out the ground.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A grievous sigh forthwith he throws,</div> - <div class="i0">As might have torn the vital strings;</div> - <div class="i0">Then down his cheeks the tears so flows</div> - <div class="i0">As doth the stream of many springs.</div> - <div class="i2">So thunder rends the cloud in twain,</div> - <div class="i2">And makes a passage for the rain.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Incontinent with trembling sound,</div> - <div class="i0">He woefully 'gan to complain;</div> - <div class="i0">Such were the accents as might wound,</div> - <div class="i0">And tear a diamond rock in twain.</div> - <div class="i2">After his throbs did somewhat stay,</div> - <div class="i2">Thus heavily he 'gan to say.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O sun!" said he, seeing the sun,</div> - <div class="i0">"On wretched me, why dost thou shine?</div> - <div class="i0">My star is fallen, my comfort done;</div> - <div class="i0">Out is the apple of my eyen.</div> - <div class="i2">Shine upon those possess delight,</div> - <div class="i2">And let me live in endless night!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O grief! that liest upon my soul,</div> - <div class="i0">As heavy as a mount of lead;</div> - <div class="i0">The remnant of my life control,</div> - <div class="i0">Consort me quickly with the dead!</div> - <div class="i2">Half of this heart, this sprite and will,</div> - <div class="i2">Died in the breast of <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"And you compassionate of my woe,</div> - <div class="i0">Gentle birds, beasts, and shady trees!</div> - <div class="i0">I am assured ye long to know</div> - <div class="i0">What be the sorrows me aggrieves;</div> - <div class="i2">Listen ye then to what ensu'th,</div> - <div class="i2">And hear a tale of tears and ruth."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"You knew, who knew not <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>?</div> - <div class="i0">(That I should live to say I knew,</div> - <div class="i0">And have not in possession still!)</div> - <div class="i0">Things known, permit me to renew:</div> - <div class="i2">Of him you know, his merit such,</div> - <div class="i2">I cannot say, you hear too much."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Within these woods of Arcady,</div> - <div class="i0">His chief delight and pleasure took:</div> - <div class="i0">And on the mountain Partheny,</div> - <div class="i0">Upon the crystal liquid brook,</div> - <div class="i2">The Muses met him every day;</div> - <div class="i2">That taught him sing, to write, and say."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"When he descended down the mount,</div> - <div class="i0">His personage seemed most divine;</div> - <div class="i0">A thousand graces one might count</div> - <div class="i0">Upon his lovely cheerful eyen:</div> - <div class="i2">To hear him speak, and sweetly smile;</div> - <div class="i2">You were in Paradise the while."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"A sweet attractive kind of grace;</div> - <div class="i0">A full assurance given by looks;</div> - <div class="i0">Continual comfort in a face,</div> - <div class="i0">The lineaments of Gospel books.</div> - <div class="i2">I trow that countenance cannot lie,</div> - <div class="i2">Whose thoughts are legible in the eye."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Was ever eye did see that face;</div> - <div class="i0">Was never ear did hear that tongue;</div> - <div class="i0">Was never mind did mind his grace;</div> - <div class="i0">That ever thought the travail long:</div> - <div class="i2">But eyes and ears and every thought,</div> - <div class="i1">Were with his sweet perfections caught."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O GOD! that such a worthy man,</div> - <div class="i0">In whom so rare deserts did reign;</div> - <div class="i0">Desired thus, must leave us then:</div> - <div class="i0">And we to wish for him in vain.</div> - <div class="i2">O could the stars that bred that wit,</div> - <div class="i2">In force no longer fixèd sit."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Then being filled with learned dew,</div> - <div class="i0">The Muses willèd him to love:</div> - <div class="i0">That instrument can aptly show,</div> - <div class="i0">How finely our conceits will move.</div> - <div class="i2">As <span class="smcap">Bacchus</span> opes dissembled hearts,</div> - <div class="i2">So <span class="smcap">Love</span> sets out our better parts."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Stella</span>, a nymph within this wood,</div> - <div class="i0">Most rare, and rich of heavenly bliss;</div> - <div class="i0">The highest in his fancy stood,</div> - <div class="i0">And she could well demerit this.</div> - <div class="i2">'Tis likely, they acquainted soon:</div> - <div class="i2">He was a sun, and she a moon."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"Our <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span> did <span class="smcap">Stella</span> love.</div> - <div class="i0">O <span class="smcap">Stella</span>! vaunt of <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>!</div> - <div class="i0">Albeit thy graces gods may move;</div> - <div class="i0">Where wilt thou find an <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>?</div> - <div class="i2">The rose and lily have their prime;</div> - <div class="i2">And so hath beauty but a time,"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Although thy beauty do exceed</div> - <div class="i0">In common sight of every eye;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet in his poesies when we read,</div> - <div class="i0">It is apparent more thereby.</div> - <div class="i2">He that hath love and judgment too,</div> - <div class="i2">Sees more than any others do."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Then <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span> hath honoured thee.</div> - <div class="i0">For when thy body is extinct,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy graces shall eternal be.</div> - <div class="i0">And live by virtue of his ink.</div> - <div class="i2">For by his verses he doth give</div> - <div class="i2">To shortlived beauty aye to live."</div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Above all others this is he,</div> - <div class="i0">Which erst approvèd in his song</div> - <div class="i0">That love and honour might agree,</div> - <div class="i0">And that pure love will do no wrong.</div> - <div class="i2">Sweet saints! it is no sin nor blame</div> - <div class="i2">To love a man of virtuous name."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Did never love so sweetly breathe</div> - <div class="i0">In any mortal breast before?</div> - <div class="i0">Did never Muse inspire beneath,</div> - <div class="i0">A poet's brain with finer store?</div> - <div class="i2">He wrote of love with high conceit;</div> - <div class="i2">And beauty reared above her height."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Then <span class="smcap">Pallas</span> afterward attired</div> - <div class="i0">Our <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span> with her device,</div> - <div class="i0">Whom in his armour heaven admired,</div> - <div class="i0">As of the nation of the skies:</div> - <div class="i2">He sparkled in his arms afar,</div> - <div class="i2">As he were dight with fiery stars."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"The blaze whereof, when <span class="smcap">Mars</span> beheld</div> - <div class="i0">(An envious eye doth see afar)</div> - <div class="i0">'Such majesty,' quoth he, 'is seld.</div> - <div class="i0">Such majesty, my mart may mar.</div> - <div class="i2">Perhaps this may a suitor be</div> - <div class="i2">To set <span class="smcap">Mars</span> by his deity.'"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"In this surmise, he made with speed</div> - <div class="i0">An iron can, wherein he put</div> - <div class="i0">The thunders that in clouds do breed;</div> - <div class="i0">The flame and bolt together shut,</div> - <div class="i2">With privy force burst out again;</div> - <div class="i2">And so our <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span> was slain."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His word, "was slain," straightway did move,</div> - <div class="i0">And Nature's inward life-strings twitch,</div> - <div class="i0">The sky immediately above,</div> - <div class="i0">Was dimmed with hideous clouds of pitch.</div> - <div class="i2">The wrastling winds, from out the ground</div> - <div class="i2">Filled all the air with rattling sound.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The bending trees expressed a groan,</div> - <div class="i0">And sighed the sorrow of his fall;</div> - <div class="i0">The forest beasts made ruthful moan;</div> - <div class="i0">The birds did tune their mourning call,</div> - <div class="i2">And <span class="smcap">Philomel</span> for <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto her notes, annexed a "phil."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The turtle dove with tones of ruth,</div> - <div class="i0">Showed feeling passion of his death;</div> - <div class="i0">Methought she said "I tell thee truth,</div> - <div class="i0">Was never he that drew in breath,</div> - <div class="i2">Unto his love more trusty found,</div> - <div class="i2">Than he for whom our griefs abound."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The swan that was in presence here,</div> - <div class="i0">Began his funeral dirge to sing;</div> - <div class="i0">"Good things," quoth he, "may scarce appear;</div> - <div class="i0">But pass away with speedy wing.</div> - <div class="i2">This mortal life as death is tried,</div> - <div class="i2">And death gives life, and so he died."</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The general sorrow that was made</div> - <div class="i0">Among the creatures of kind,</div> - <div class="i0">Fired the Phœnix where she laid,</div> - <div class="i0">Her ashes flying with the wind.</div> - <div class="i2">So as I might with reason see</div> - <div class="i2">That such a Phœnix ne'er should be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Haply, the cinders driven about,</div> - <div class="i0">May breed an offspring near that kind;</div> - <div class="i0">But hardly a peer to that, I doubt:</div> - <div class="i0">It cannot sink into my mind</div> - <div class="i2">That under branches e'er can be,</div> - <div class="i2">Of worth and value as the tree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The eagle marked with piercing sight</div> - <div class="i0">The mournful habit of the place;</div> - <div class="i0">And parted thence with mounting flight,</div> - <div class="i0">To signify to <span class="smcap">Jove</span> the case:</div> - <div class="i2">What sorrow Nature doth sustain,</div> - <div class="i2">For <span class="smcap">Astrophil</span>, by <span class="smcap">Envy</span> slain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And while I followed with mine eye</div> - <div class="i0">The flight the eagle upward took;</div> - <div class="i0">All things did vanish by and by,</div> - <div class="i0">And disappearèd from my look.</div> - <div class="i2">The trees, beasts, birds and grove were gone:</div> - <div class="i2">So was the friend that made this moan.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This spectacle had firmly wrought</div> - <div class="i0">A deep compassion in my sprite;</div> - <div class="i0">My molten heart issued, methought,</div> - <div class="i0">In streams forth at mine eyes aright:</div> - <div class="i2">And here my pen is forced to shrink;</div> - <div class="i2">My tears discolour so mine ink.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i312_dec.jpg" width="450" height="238" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i302_footer.jpg" width="500" height="101" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> - - - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i313_header.jpg" width="500" height="59" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>An Epitaph upon the Right Honourable<br /> -Sir <span class="smcap gesperrt">Philip Sidney</span>, Knight, Lord<br /> -Governor of Flushing.</em></h2> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i313_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">O praise thy life or wail thy worthy death;</div> - <div class="i6">And want thy wit, thy wit pure, high, divine:</div> - <div class="i6">Is far beyond the power of mortal line,</div> - <div class="i6">Nor any one hath worth that draweth breath.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet rich in zeal, though poor in learning's lore;</div> - <div class="i0">And friendly care obscured in secret breast,</div> - <div class="i0">And love that envy in thy life supprest,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy dear life done, and death hath doubled more.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And I, that in thy time and living state,</div> - <div class="i0">Did only praise thy virtues in my thought;</div> - <div class="i0">As one that seld the rising sun hath sought:</div> - <div class="i0">With words and tears now wail thy timeless fate.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Drawn was thy race aright from princely line,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor less than such (by gifts that Nature gave,</div> - <div class="i0">The common mother that all creatures have)</div> - <div class="i0">Doth virtue show, and princely lineage shine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A King gave thee thy name; a kingly mind</div> - <div class="i0">That GOD thee gave: who found it now too dear</div> - <div class="i0">For this base world; and hath resumed it near,</div> - <div class="i0">To sit in skies, and 'sort with powers divine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Kent, thy birthdays; and Oxford held thy youth.</div> - <div class="i0">The heavens made haste, and stayed nor years nor time;</div> - <div class="i0">The fruits of age grew ripe in thy first prime:</div> - <div class="i0">Thy will, thy words; thy words, the seals of truth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Great gifts and wisdom rare employed thee thence,</div> - <div class="i0">To treat from kings, with those more great than kings.</div> - <div class="i0">Such hope men had to lay the highest things</div> - <div class="i0">On thy wise youth, to be transported thence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whence to sharp wars, sweet Honour did thee call,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy country's love, religion, and thy friends:</div> - <div class="i0">Of worthy men, the marks, the lives and ends;</div> - <div class="i0">And her defence, for whom we labour all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> - <div class="i0">These didst thou vanquish shame and tedious age,</div> - <div class="i0">Grief, sorrow, sickness and base fortune's might.</div> - <div class="i0">Thy rising day saw never woeful night,</div> - <div class="i0">But passed with praise from off this worldly stage.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Back to the camp, by thee that day was brought</div> - <div class="i0">First, thine own death; and after, thy long fame;</div> - <div class="i0">Tears to the soldiers; the proud Castilians' shame;</div> - <div class="i0">Virtue expressed; and honour truly taught.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What hath he lost? that such great grace hath won.</div> - <div class="i0">Young years, for endless years; and hope unsure</div> - <div class="i0">Of fortune's gifts, for wealth that still shall 'dure.</div> - <div class="i0">O happy race! with so great praises run.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">England doth hold thy limbs, that bred the same;</div> - <div class="i0">Flanders, thy valour: where it last was tried.</div> - <div class="i0">The camp, thy sorrow; where thy body died.</div> - <div class="i0">Thy friends, thy want; the world, thy virtue's fame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nations, thy wit; our minds lay up thy love.</div> - <div class="i0">Letters, thy learning; thy loss, years long to come.</div> - <div class="i0">In worthy hearts, sorrow hath made thy tomb;</div> - <div class="i0">Thy soul and sprite enrich the heavens above.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Thy liberal heart embalmed in grateful tears,</div> - <div class="i0">Young sighs, sweet sighs, sage sighs bewail thy fall.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Envy</span>, her sting; and <span class="smcap">Spite</span>, hath left her gall.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Malice</span> herself, a mourning garment wears.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That day their <span class="smcap">Hannibal</span> died, our <span class="smcap">Scipio</span> fell:</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Scipio</span>, <span class="smcap">Cicero</span>, and <span class="smcap">Petrarch</span> of our time:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose virtues, wounded by my worthless rhyme,</div> - <div class="i0">Let angels speak; and heaven, thy praises tell.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i313_footer.jpg" width="500" height="101" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i316_header.jpg" width="500" height="57" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>Another of the same.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i316_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">I<span class="smcap">lence</span> augmenteth grief! writing increaseth rage!</div> - <div class="i6">Stald are my thoughts, which loved and lost the wonder of our age.</div> - <div class="i6">Yet quickened now with fire, though dead with frost ere now,</div> - <div class="i6">Enraged I write, I know not what. Dead, quick, I know not how.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hard-hearted minds relent, and <span class="smcap">Rigour's</span> tears abound,</div> - <div class="i0">And <span class="smcap">Envy</span> strangely rues his end, in whom no fault she found;</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Knowledge</span> her light hath lost; <span class="smcap">Valour</span> hath slain her Knight:</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sidney</span> is dead! Dead is my friend! Dead is the world's delight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Place</span> pensive wails his fall, whose presence was her pride.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Time</span> crieth out "my ebb is come; his life was my springtide."</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Fame</span> mourns in that she lost the ground of her reports.</div> - <div class="i0">Each living wight laments his lack, and all in sundry sorts.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He was (woe worth that word!) to each well-thinking mind,</div> - <div class="i0">A spotless friend, a matchless man, whose virtue ever shined:</div> - <div class="i0">Declaring in his thoughts, his life, and that he writ;</div> - <div class="i0">Highest conceits, longest foresights, and deepest works of wit.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He only like himself, was second unto none,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose death (though life) we rue, and wrong, and all in vain do moan.</div> - <div class="i0">Their loss, not him; wail they, that fill the world with cries.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Death</span> slew not him; but he made death his ladder to the skies.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now sink of sorrow I, who live, the more the wrong,</div> - <div class="i0">Who wishing death, whom death denies, whose thread is all too long;</div> - <div class="i0">Who tied to wretched life, who looks for no relief,</div> - <div class="i0">Must spend my ever-dying days in never-ending grief.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Heartsease and only I like parallels run on,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose equal length keep equal breadth, and never meet in one:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet for not wronging him, my thoughts, my sorrows' cell,</div> - <div class="i0">Shall not run out; though leak they will, for liking him so well.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Farewell to you! my hopes, my wonted waking dreams.</div> - <div class="i0">Farewell sometimes enjoyèd joy! Eclipsèd are thy beams.</div> - <div class="i0">Farewell self-pleasing thoughts! which quietness brings forth.</div> - <div class="i0">And farewell friendship's sacred league! uniting minds of worth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And farewell, merry heart! the gift of guiltless minds;</div> - <div class="i0">And all sports! which for life's restore, variety assigns.</div> - <div class="i0">Let all that sweet is, void! In me no mirth may dwell.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philip</span>, the cause of all this woe, my life's content, farewell!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now rhyme, the son of rage, which art no kin to skill;</div> - <div class="i0">And endless grief which deads my life, yet knows not how to kill:</div> - <div class="i0">Go, seek that hapless tomb! which if ye hap to find;</div> - <div class="i0">Salute the stones that keep the limbs that held so good a mind.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5"><span class="gesperrt"><em>FINIS.</em></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i316_footer.jpg" width="500" height="105" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319"></a></span></p> - - - -<div class="title"> -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gespert"><a name="PHILOPARTHENS_LOVING_FOLLY" id="PHILOPARTHENS_LOVING_FOLLY"></a>ALCILIA:</em><br /> - -<em class="gespert">PHILOPARTHEN's</em><br /> - -<em>Loving Folly.</em><br /></h2> - -<p class="p5"><em>Non Deus</em> (<em>ut perhibent</em>) <em>amor est</em>, <em>sed<br /> -amaror</em>, <em>et error.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i319_title.jpg" width="450" height="240" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p3">AT LONDON.</p> - -<p class="p5"><em>Printed by R. R. for William Mattes</em>,<br /> -dwelling in Fleet street, at the sign of the<br /> -<em>Hand and Plough.</em><br /> -1595.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>[The only copy of the 1595 edition, at present known, is in the City -Library, at Hamburg.</p> - -<p>It was recovered, and reprinted in 1875 by Herr <span class="smcap">Wilhelm Wagner</span>, -Ph.D., in Vol. X. of the <cite>Deutschen Shakespeare-Gesellschaft Jahrbuch</cite>; -copies of this particular text being also separately printed.</p> - -<p>A limited Subscription edition, of fifty-one copies, was printed by Rev. <span class="smcap">A. -B. Grosart</span>, LL.D., F.S.A., of Blackburn, in 1879: with a fresh collation -of the text by <span class="smcap">B. S. Leeson</span>, Esq., of Hamburg.</p> - -<p>The present modernized text is based on a comparison of the above -two reprints of the 1595 edition with the text of the London edition of -1613 in which some headings therein inserted between [ ], on <em>pp.</em> 256, -276, 278) first occur.]</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i321_header.jpg" width="500" height="163" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>A Letter written by a Gentleman to the -Author</em>, <em>his friend.</em></h3> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Friend Philoparthen</span>,</p> - - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i321_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /></span>N perusing your Loving Folly, and your Declining -from it; I do behold Reason conquering Passion. -The infirmity of loving argueth you are a man; -the firmness thereof, discovereth a good wit and -the best nature: and the falling from it, true virtue. Beauty -was always of force to mislead the wisest; and men of -greatest perfection have had no power to resist Love. The -best are accompanied with vices, to exercise their virtues; -whose glory shineth brightest in resisting motives of pleasure, -and in subduing affections. And though I cannot altogether -excuse your Loving Folly; yet I do the less blame you, in -that you loved such a one as was more to be commended for -her virtue, than beauty: albeit even for that too, she was so -well accomplished with the gifts of Nature as in mine conceit -(which, for good cause, I must submit as inferior to yours) -there was nothing wanting, either in the one or the other, -that might add more to her worth, except it were a more -due and better regard of your love; which she requited not -according to your deserts, nor answerable to herself in her -other parts of perfection. Yet herein it appeareth you have -made good use of Reason; that being heretofore lost in -youthful vanity, have now, by timely discretion, found yourself!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span></p> - -<p>Let me entreat you to suffer these your Passionate Sonnets -to be published! which may, peradventure, make others, -possessed with the like Humour of Loving, to follow your -example, in leaving; and move other <span class="smcap">Alcilias</span> (if there be -any) to embrace deserving love, while they may!</p> - -<p>Hereby, also, she shall know, and, it may be, inwardly -repent the loss of your love, and see how much her perfections -are blemished by ingratitude; which will make your -happiness greater by adding to your reputation, than your -contentment could have been in enjoying her love. At the -least wise, the wiser sort, however in censuring them, they -may dislike of your errors; yet they cannot but commend -and allow of your reformation: and all others that shall with -indifferency read them, may reap thereby some benefit, or -contentment.</p> - -<p>Thus much I have written as a testimony of the good will -I bear you! with whom I do suffer or rejoice according to -the quality of your misfortune or good hap. And so I take -my leave; resting, as always,</p> - -<p class="center">Yours most assured,<br /> -<span class="smcap mleft7 gesperrt">Philaretes</span>.<br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i322_dec.jpg" width="400" height="294" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i323_header.jpg" width="500" height="153" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">Author ipse φιλοπάρθενος ad<br /> -libellum suum.</h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i323_dropp.jpg" width="90" alt="P" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"><em><span class="smcap">arve</span> liber Domini vanos dicture labores,</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>Insomnes noctes, sollicitosque dies,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Errores varios, languentis tædia vitæ,</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>Mærores certos, gaudia certa minus,</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Peruigiles curas, suspiria, vota, querelas,</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>Et quæcunque pati dura coegit amor.</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>I precor intrepidus, duram comiterque salutans</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>Hæc me ejus causa sustinuisse refer.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Te grato excipiet vultu rubicundula, nomen</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Cum titulo inscriptum viderit esse suum.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Forsitan et nostri miserebitur illa doloris,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Dicet et, ah quantum deseruisse dolet:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Seque nimis sœvam, crudelemque ipsa vocabit,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Cui non est fidei debita cura meæ;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Quod siquidem eveniet, Domino solaminis illud,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Et tibi supremi muneris instar erit.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Si quis (ut est æquum) fatuos damnaverit ignes,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Pigritiæ fructus ingeniique levis:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Tu Dominum cæcis tenebris errasse, sed ipsum</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Erroris tandem pænituisse sui,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Me quoque re vera nec tot, nec tanta tulisse,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Sed ficta ad placitum multa fuisse refer.</em></div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><em>Ab quanto satius (nisi mens mihi vana) fuisset</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Ista meo penitus delituisse sinu:</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Quam levia in lucem prodire, aut luce carentis</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Insanam Domini prodere stultitiam.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Nil amor est aliud, quam mentis morbus et error</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Nil sapienter agit, nil bene, quisquis amat.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Sed non cuique datur sapere, aut melioribus uti,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Forte erit alterius, qui meus error erat.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Cautior incedit, qui nunquam labitur, atqui</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Jam proprio evadam cautior ipse malo.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Si cui delicto gravior mea pœna videtur;</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Illius in laudes officiosus eris.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Te si quis simili qui carpitur igne videbit,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Ille suam sortem flebit, et ille meam.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em><span class="smcap">Alciliæ</span> obsequium supplex præstare memento,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Non minima officii pars erit illa tui.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Te fortasse sua secura recondet in arca,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Et Solis posthæc luminis orbus eris.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Nil referet, fateor me non prudenter amasse;</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Ultima deceptæ sors erit illa spei.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Bis proprio <span class="smcap">Phœbus</span> cursu lustraverat orbem,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Conscius erroris, stultitiœque meæ,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>A quo primus amor cœpit penetrare medullas,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>Et falsa accensos nutriit arte focos.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Desino jam nugas amplecti, seria posthæc</em></div> - <div class="i1">(<em>Ut Ratio monet</em>) <em>ac utiliora sequor.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i324_dec.jpg" width="300" height="114" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i325_header.jpg" width="500" height="148" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>Amoris Præludium.</em></h3> - -<p class="p6">[<em>Vel, Epistola ad Amicam.</em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i325_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">O thee, <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span>! solace of my youth!</div> - <div class="i6">These rude and scattered rhymes I have addressed!</div> - <div class="i6">The certain Witness of my Love and Truth,</div> - <div class="i6">That truly cannot be in words expressed:</div> - <div class="i6">Which, if I shall perceive thou tak'st in gree,</div> - <div class="i6">I will, from henceforth, write of none but thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here may you find the wounds yourself have made!</div> - <div class="i0">The many sorrows, I have long sustained!</div> - <div class="i0">Here may you see that <span class="smcap">Love</span> must be obeyed!</div> - <div class="i0">How much I hoped, how little I have gained!</div> - <div class="i0">That as for you, the pains have been endured;</div> - <div class="i0">Even so by you, they may, at length, be cured!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I will not call for aid to any Muse</div> - <div class="i0">(It is for learned Poets so to do):</div> - <div class="i0">Affection must, my want of Art excuse,</div> - <div class="i0">My works must have their patronage from You!</div> - <div class="i0">Whose sweet assistance, if obtain I might!</div> - <div class="i0">I should be able both to speak and write</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> -<div class="sidenote"><em>Nemini datur amare simul et sapere.</em></div> - <div class="i0">Meanwhile, vouchsafe to read this, as assigned</div> - <div class="i0">To no man's censure; but to yours alone!</div> - <div class="i0">Pardon the faults, that you therein shall find;</div> - <div class="i0">And think the writer's heart was not his own!</div> - <div class="i0">Experience of examples daily prove</div> - <div class="i0">"That no man can be well advised, and love!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And though the work itself deserve it not</div> - <div class="i0">(Such is your Worth, with my great Wants compared!);</div> - <div class="i0">Yet may my love unfeignèd, without spot,</div> - <div class="i0">Challenge so much (if more cannot be spared!).</div> - <div class="i0">Then, lovely Virgin! take this in good part!</div> - <div class="i0">The rest, unseen, is sealed up in the heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Judge not by this, the depth of my affection!</div> - <div class="i0">Which far exceeds the measure of my skill;</div> - <div class="i0">But rather note herein your own perfection!</div> - <div class="i0">So shall appear my want of Art, not will:</div> - <div class="i0">Wherefore, this now, as part in lieu of greater,</div> - <div class="i0">I offer as an insufficient debtor!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i326_dec.jpg" width="350" height="240" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i327_header.jpg" width="500" height="150" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>Sic incipit Stultorum Tragicomedia.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i327_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">T was my chance, unhappy chance to me!</div> - <div class="i6">As, all alone, I wandered on my way;</div> - <div class="i6">Void of distrust, from doubt of dangers free,</div> - <div class="i6">To pass a grove where <span class="smcap">Love</span> in ambush lay:</div> - <div class="i6">Who aiming at me with his feathered dart,</div> - <div class="i6">Conveyed it by mine eye unto my heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Where, retchless boy! he let the arrow stick,</div> - <div class="i0">When I, as one amazèd, senseless stood.</div> - <div class="i0">The hurt was great, yet seemèd but a prick!</div> - <div class="i0">The wound was deep, and yet appeared no blood!</div> - <div class="i0">But inwardly it bleeds. Proof teacheth this.</div> - <div class="i0">When wounds do so, the danger greater is.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Pausing a while, and grievèd with my wound,</div> - <div class="i0">I looked about, expecting some relief:</div> - <div class="i0">Small hope of help, no ease of pain I found.</div> - <div class="i0">Like, all at once, to perish in my grief:</div> - <div class="i0">When hastily, I pluckèd forth the dart;</div> - <div class="i0">But left the head fast fixèd in my heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Fast fixèd in my heart, I left the head,</div> - <div class="i0">From whence I doubt it will not be removed.</div> - <div class="i0">Ah, what unlucky chance that way me led?</div> - <div class="i0">O <span class="smcap">Love</span>! thy force thou might'st elsewhere have proved!</div> - <div class="i0">And shewed thy power, where thou art not obeyed!</div> - <div class="i0">"The conquest's small, where no resist is made."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But nought, alas, avails it to complain;</div> - <div class="i0">I rest resolved, with patience to endure.</div> - <div class="i0">The fire being once dispersed through every vein,</div> - <div class="i0">It is too late to hope for present cure.</div> - <div class="i0">Now <span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span> must new follies prove,</div> - <div class="i0">And learn a little, what it is to love!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i328_dec.jpg" width="350" height="214" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>These Sonnets following were written by the Author (who</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>giveth himself this feigned name of</em> <span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span> <em>as his</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>accidental attribute), at divers times, and upon divers</em></div> - <div class="i3"><em>occasions; and therefore in the form and matter</em></div> - <div class="i4"><em>they differ, and sometimes are quite contrary</em></div> - <div class="i5"><em>one to another: which ought not to be</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>misliked, considering the very nature</em></div> - <div class="i7"><em>and quality of Love; which is</em></div> - <div class="i8"><em>a Passion full of variety,</em></div> - <div class="i9"><em>and contrariety</em></div> - <div class="i10"><em>in itself.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2 p6">I.</div> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i329_dropv.jpg" width="120" alt="V" /> -</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Ut vidi, ut perii, -ut me malus -abstulit error.</i></div> - <div class="i7"> N<span class="smcap">happy</span> Eyes! that first my heart betrayed,</div> - <div class="i8">Had you not seen, my grief had not been such!</div> - <div class="i8">And yet, how may I, justly, you upbraid!</div> - <div class="i8">Since what I saw delighted me so much?</div> - <div class="i8">But hence, alas, proceedeth all my smart:</div> - <div class="i8">Unhappy Eyes! that first betrayed my heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">II.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To seek adventures, as Fate hath assigned,</div> - <div class="i0">My slender Bark now floats upon the main;</div> - <div class="i0">Each troubled thought, an Oar; each sigh, a Wind,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose often puffs have rent my Sails in twain.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span> steers the Boat, which (for that sight, he lacks)</div> - <div class="i0">Is still in danger of ten thousand wracks.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">III.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What sudden chance hath changed my wonted cheer,</div> - <div class="i0">Which makes me other than I seem to be?</div> - <div class="i0">My days of joy, that once were bright and clear,</div> - <div class="i0">Are turned to nights! my mirth, to misery!</div> - <div class="i0">Ah, well I ween that somewhat is amiss;</div> - <div class="i0">But, sooth to say, I know not what it is!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">IV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What, am I dead? Then could I feel no smart!</div> - <div class="i0">But still in me the sense of grief reviveth.</div> - <div class="i0">Am I alive? Ah, no! I have no heart;</div> - <div class="i0">For she that hath it, me of life depriveth.</div> - <div class="i0">O that she would restore my heart again;</div> - <div class="i0">Or give me hers, to countervail my pain!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">V.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If it be Love, to waste long hours in grief;</div> - <div class="i0">If it be Love, to wish, and not obtain;</div> - <div class="i0">If it be Love, to pine without relief;</div> - <div class="i0">If it be Love, to hope and never gain;</div> - <div class="i0">Then may you think that he hath truly loved,</div> - <div class="i0">Who, for your sake! all this and more, hath proved!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">VI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If that, in ought, mine eyes have done amiss;</div> - <div class="i0">Let them receive deserved punishment!</div> - <div class="i0">For so the perfect rule of Justice is,</div> - <div class="i0">Each for his own deeds, should be praised, or shent.</div> - <div class="i0">Then, doubtless, is it both 'gainst Law and Sense,</div> - <div class="i0">My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes' offence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">VII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I am not sick, and yet I am not sound;</div> - <div class="i0">I eat and sleep, and yet, methinks, I thrive not.</div> - <div class="i0">I sport and laugh, and yet my griefs abound;</div> - <div class="i0">I am not dead, and yet, methinks, I live not.</div> - <div class="i0">"What uncouth cause hath these strange passions bred,</div> - <div class="i0">To make at once, sick, sound, alive, and dead?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">VIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Something I want; but what, I cannot say.</div> - <div class="i0">O, now I know! It is myself I want!</div> - <div class="i0">My Love, with her, hath ta'en my heart away;</div> - <div class="i0">Yea, heart and all, and left me very scant.</div> - <div class="i0">"Such power hath Love, and nought but Love alone,</div> - <div class="i0">To make divided creatures live in one."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">IX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>. "Come, gentle Death! and strike me with thy dart!</div> - <div class="i6a">Life is but loathsome to a man opprest."</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Death</span>. <span class="mleft3">"How can I kill thee! when thou hast no heart?</span></div> - <div class="i6a">That which thou hadst, is in another's breast!"</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>. "Then, must I live, and languish still in pain?"</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Death</span>. <span class="mleft3a">"Yea, till thy Love restore thy heart again!"</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">X.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Were Love a Fire, my tears might quench it lightly;</div> - <div class="i0">Or were it Water, my hot heart might dry it.</div> - <div class="i0">If Air, then might it pass away more slightly;</div> - <div class="i0">Or were it Earth, the world might soon descry it.</div> - <div class="i0">If Fire nor Water, Air nor Earth it be;</div> - <div class="i0">What then is it, that thus tormenteth me?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To paint her outward shape and gifts of mind,</div> - <div class="i0">It doth exceed my wit and cunning far.</div> - <div class="i0">She hath no fault, but that she is unkind.</div> - <div class="i0">All other parts in her so complete are,</div> - <div class="i0">That who, to view them throughly would devise,</div> - <div class="i0">Must have his body nothing else but eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fair is my Love! whose parts are so well framed,</div> - <div class="i0">By Nature's special order and direction;</div> - <div class="i0">That She herself is more than half ashamed,</div> - <div class="i0">In having made a work of such perfection.</div> - <div class="i0">And well may Nature blush at such a feature;</div> - <div class="i0">Seeing herself excelled in her creature.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her body is straight, slender, and upright;</div> - <div class="i0">Her visage comely, and her looks demure</div> - <div class="i0">Mixt with a cheerful grace that yields delight;</div> - <div class="i0">Her eyes, like stars, bright, shining, clear and pure:</div> - <div class="i0">Which I describing, <span class="smcap">Love</span> bids stay my pen,</div> - <div class="i0">And says, "It's not a work for mortal men!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XIV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The ancient poets write of Graces three,</div> - <div class="i0">Which meeting all together in one creature,</div> - <div class="i0">In all points, perfect make the Frame to be;</div> - <div class="i0">For inward virtues, and for outward feature</div> - <div class="i0">But smile, <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span>! and the world shall see</div> - <div class="i0">That in thine eyes, a hundred Graces be!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As <span class="smcap">Love</span> had drawn his bow, ready to shoot,</div> - <div class="i0">Aiming at me, with resolute intent;</div> - <div class="i0">Straight, bow and shaft he cast down at his foot,</div> - <div class="i0">And said, "Why, needless, should one shaft be spent?</div> - <div class="i0">I'll spare it then, and now it shall suffice</div> - <div class="i0">Instead of shafts, to use <span class="smcap">Alcilia's</span> eyes."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XVI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Blush not, my Love! for fear lest <span class="smcap">Phœbus</span> spy!</div> - <div class="i0">Which if he do, then, doubtless, he will say,</div> - <div class="i0">"Thou seek'st to dim his clearness with thine eye!"</div> - <div class="i0">That clearness, which, from East, brings gladsome day:</div> - <div class="i0">But most of all, lest <span class="smcap">Jove</span> should see, I dread;</div> - <div class="i0">And take thee up to heaven like <span class="smcap">Ganymede</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XVII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>. "What is the cause <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> is displeased?"</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>.<span class="mleft4">"Because she wants that which should most content her."</span></div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparathen</span>. "O did I know it, soon should she be eased!"</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>.<span class="mleft4">"Perhaps, thou dost! and that doth most torment her."</span></div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>. "Yet, let her ask! what she desires to have."</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>.<span class="mleft4">"Guess, by thyself! For maidens must not crave!"</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XVIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My Love, by chance, her tender finger pricked;</div> - <div class="i0">As, in the dark, I strivèd for a kiss:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose blood, I seeing, offered to have licked,</div> - <div class="i0">But half in anger, she refusèd this.</div> - <div class="i0">O that she knew the difference of the smart</div> - <div class="i0">'Twixt her pricked finger, and my piercèd heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XIX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>. "I pray thee, tell! What makes my heart to tremble,</div> - <div class="i6a">When, on a sudden, I, <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> spy?"</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>.<span class="mleft4">"Because thy heart cannot thy joy dissemble!</span></div> - <div class="i6a">Thy life and death are both lodged in her eye."</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>. "Dost thou not her, with self-same passion strike?"</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>.<span class="mleft4">"O, no! Her heart and thine are not alike."</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Such are thy parts of body and of mind;</div> - <div class="i0">That if I should not love thee as I do,</div> - <div class="i0">I should too much degenerate from Kind,</div> - <div class="i0">And think the world would blame my weakness too.</div> - <div class="i0">For he, whom such perfections cannot move,</div> - <div class="i0">Is either senseless, or not born to love.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Alcilia's</span> eyes have set my heart on fire,</div> - <div class="i0">The pleasing object that my pain doth feed:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet still to see those eyes I do desire,</div> - <div class="i0">As if my help should from my hurt proceed.</div> - <div class="i0">Happy were I, might there in her be found</div> - <div class="i0">A will to heal, as there was power to wound.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Unwise was he, that painted <span class="smcap">Love</span> a boy;</div> - <div class="i0">Who, for his strength, a giant should have been.</div> - <div class="i0">It's strange a child should work so great annoy;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet howsoever strange, too truly seen.</div> - <div class="i0">"But what is he? that dares at <span class="smcap">Love</span> repine;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose works are wonders, and himself divine!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My fair <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span>! gladly would I know it,</div> - <div class="i0">If ever Loving Passion pierced thy heart?</div> - <div class="i0">O, no! For, then, thy kindness soon would show it!</div> - <div class="i0">And of my pains, thyself wouldst bear some part.</div> - <div class="i0">Full little knoweth he that hath not proved,</div> - <div class="i0">What hell it is to love, and not be loved.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XXIV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>! Art thou blind? Nay, thou canst see too well!</div> - <div class="i0">And they are blind that so report of thee!</div> - <div class="i0">That thou dost see, myself by proof can tell;</div> - <div class="i0">(A hapless proof thereof is made by me);</div> - <div class="i0">For sure I am, hadst thou not had thy sight,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou never couldst have hit my heart so right.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Long have I languished, and endured much smart</div> - <div class="i0">Since hapless I, the Cruel Fair did love;</div> - <div class="i0">And lodged her in the centre of my heart.</div> - <div class="i0">Who, there abiding, Reason should her move.</div> - <div class="i0">Though of my pains she no compassion take;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet to respect me, for her own sweet sake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXVI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In midst of winter season, as the snow,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose milk white mantle overspreads the ground;</div> - <div class="i0">In part, the colour of my love is so.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet their effects, I have contrary found:</div> - <div class="i0">For when the sun appears, snow melts anon;</div> - <div class="i0">But I melt always when my sun is gone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXVII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The sweet content, at first, I seemed to prove</div> - <div class="i0">(While yet Desire unfledged, could scarcely fly),</div> - <div class="i0">Did make me think there was no life to Love;</div> - <div class="i0">Till all too late, Time taught the contrary.</div> - <div class="i0">For, like a fly, I sported with the flame;</div> - <div class="i0">Till, like a fool, I perished in the same.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXVIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">After dark night, the cheerful day appeareth;</div> - <div class="i0">After an ebb, the river flows again;</div> - <div class="i0">After a storm, the cloudy heaven cleareth:</div> - <div class="i0">All labours have their end, or ease of pain.</div> - <div class="i0">Each creature hath relief and rest, save I,</div> - <div class="i0">Who only dying, live; and living, die!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XXIX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sometimes I seek for company to sport,</div> - <div class="i0">Whereby I might my pensive thoughts beguile;</div> - <div class="i0">Sometimes, again, I hide me from resort,</div> - <div class="i0">And muse alone: but yet, alas, the while</div> - <div class="i0">In changing place, I cannot change my mind;</div> - <div class="i0">For wheresoe'er I fly, myself I find.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fain would I speak, but straight my heart doth tremble,</div> - <div class="i0">And checks my tongue that should my griefs reveal:</div> - <div class="i0">And so I strive my Passions to dissemble,</div> - <div class="i0">Which all the art I have, cannot conceal.</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Meritum petere grave.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Thus standing mute, my heart with longing starveth!</div> - <div class="i0">"It grieves a man to ask, what he deserveth."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Since you desire of me the cause to know,</div> - <div class="i0">For which these divers Passions I have proved;</div> - <div class="i0">Look in your glass! which will not fail to show</div> - <div class="i0">The shadowed portrait of my best beloved.</div> - <div class="i0">If that suffice not, look into my heart!</div> - <div class="i0">Where it's engraven by a new found art.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The painful ploughman hath his heart's delight;</div> - <div class="i0">Who, though his daily toil his body tireth,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet merrily comes whistling home at night,</div> - <div class="i0">And sweetly takes the ease his pain requireth:</div> - <div class="i0">But neither days nor nights can yield me rest;</div> - <div class="i0">Born to be wretched, and to live opprest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O well were it, if Nature would devise</div> - <div class="i0">That men with men together might engender,</div> - <div class="i0">As grafts of trees, one from another rise;</div> - <div class="i0">Then nought, of due, to women should we render!</div> - <div class="i0">But, vain conceit! that Nature should do this;</div> - <div class="i0">Since, well we know, herself a woman is!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXIV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Upon the altar where <span class="smcap">Love's</span> fires burnèd,</div> - <div class="i0">My Sighs and Tears for sacrifice I offered;</div> - <div class="i0">When <span class="smcap">Love</span>, in rage, from me his countenance turnèd,</div> - <div class="i0">And did reject what I so humbly proffered.</div> - <div class="i0">If he, my heart expect, alas, it's gone!</div> - <div class="i0">"How can a man give that, is not his own?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> said, "She did not know my mind,</div> - <div class="i0">Because my words did not declare my love!"</div> - <div class="i0">Thus, where I merit most, least help I find;</div> - <div class="i0">And her unkindness all too late I prove.</div> - <div class="i0">Grant, <span class="smcap">Love</span>! that She, of whom thou art neglected,</div> - <div class="i0">May one day love, and little be respected!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXVI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Cynic<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> being asked, "When he should love?"</div> - <div class="i0">Made answer, "When he nothing had to do;</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Amor est -otiogorum -negotium</i>.</div> - <div class="i0">For Love was Sloth!" But he did never prove</div> - <div class="i0">By his experience, what belonged thereto.</div> - <div class="i0">For had he tasted but so much as I,</div> - <div class="i0">He would have soon reformed his heresy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXVII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O judge me not, sweet Love, by outward show</div> - <div class="i0">Though sometimes strange I seem, and to neglect thee!</div> - <div class="i0">Yet didst thou, but my inward Passions know,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou shouldst perceive how highly I respect thee!</div> - <div class="i0">"When looks are fixed, the heart ofttimes doth tremble!</div> - <div class="i0">"Little loves he, that cannot much dissemble!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXVIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Parting from thee! even from myself I part.</div> - <div class="i0">Thou art the star, by which my life is guided!</div> - <div class="i0">I have the body, but thou hast the heart!</div> - <div class="i0">The better part is from itself divided.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus do I live, and this I do sustain,</div> - <div class="i0">Till gracious Fortune make us meet again!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XXXIX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Open the sluices of my feeble eyes,</div> - <div class="i0">And let my tears have passage from their fountain!</div> - <div class="i0">Fill all the earth, with plaints! the air, with cries!</div> - <div class="i0">Which may pierce rocks, and reach the highest mountain</div> - <div class="i0">That so, <span class="smcap">Love's</span> wrath, by these extremes appeased;</div> - <div class="i0">My griefs may cease, and my poor heart be eased.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XL.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"After long sickness, health brings more delight."</div> - <div class="i0">"Seas seem more calm, by storms once overblown."</div> - <div class="i0">"The day more cheerful, by the passed night."</div> - <div class="i0">"Each thing is, by his contrary best known."</div> - <div class="i0">"Continual ease is pain: Change sometimes meeter."</div> - <div class="i0">"Discords in music make music sweeter."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fear to offend forbids my tongue to speak,</div> - <div class="i0">And signs and sighs must tell my inward woe:</div> - <div class="i0">But (ay the while) my heart with grief doth break,</div> - <div class="i0">And she, by signs, my sorrow will not know.</div> - <div class="i0">"The stillest streams we see in deepest fords;</div> - <div class="i0">And Love is greatest, when it wanteth words."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"No pain so great but may be eased by Art."</div> - <div class="i0">"Though much we suffer, yet despair we should not."</div> - <div class="i0">"In midst of griefs, Hope always hath some part;</div> - <div class="i0">And Time may heal, what Art and Reason could not."</div> - <div class="i0">O what is then this Passion I endure,</div> - <div class="i0">Which neither Reason, Art, nor Time can cure?</div> - </div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Pale Jealousy! Fiend of the eternal Night!</div> - <div class="i0">Misshapen creature, born before thy time!</div> - <div class="i0">The Imp of Horror! Foe to sweet Delight!</div> - <div class="i0">Making each error seem an heinous crime.</div> - <div class="i0">Ah, too great pity! (were there remedy),</div> - <div class="i0">That ever Love should keep Thee company!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XLIV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Solstit: brumal.</i></div> -<div class="sidenote"><em>This Sonnet was -devised upon the -shortest day of -the year.</em></div> - <div class="i0">The days are now come to their shortest date;</div> - <div class="i0">And must, in time, by course, increase again.</div> - <div class="i0">But only I continue at one state,</div> - <div class="i0">Void of all hope of help, or ease of pain;</div> - <div class="i0">For days of joy must still be short with me,</div> - <div class="i0">And nights of sorrow must prolongèd be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sleep now, my Muse! and henceforth take thy rest!</div> - <div class="i0">Which all too long thyself in vain hath wasted.</div> - <div class="i0">Let it suffice I still must live opprest;</div> - <div class="i0">And of my pains, the fruit must ne'er be tasted.</div> - <div class="i0">Then sleep, my Muse! "Fate cannot be withstood."</div> - <div class="i0">"It's better sleep; than wake, and do no good."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLVI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Why should I love, since She doth prove ungrateful:</div> - <div class="i0">Since, for reward, I reap nought but disdain.</div> - <div class="i0">Love thus to be requited, it is hateful!</div> - <div class="i0">And Reason would, I should not love in vain.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet all in vain, when all is out of season,</div> - <div class="i0">For "Love hath no society with Reason."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLVII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Heart's Ease and I have been at odds, too long!</div> - <div class="i0">I follow fast, but still he flies from me!</div> - <div class="i0">I sue for grace, and yet sustain the wrong;</div> - <div class="i0">So gladly would I reconcilèd be.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span>! make us one! So shalt thou work a wonder;</div> - <div class="i0">Uniting them, that were so far asunder.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">XLVIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Uncouth, unkist," our ancient Poet<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> said.</div> - <div class="i0">And he that hides his wants, when he hath need,</div> - <div class="i0">May, after, have his want of wit bewrayed;</div> - <div class="i0">And fail of his desire, when others speed.</div> - <div class="i0">Then boldly speak! "The worst is at first entering!"</div> - <div class="i0">"Much good success men miss, for lack of venturing!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">XLIX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Declare the griefs wherewith thou art opprest,</div> - <div class="i0">And let the world be witness of thy woes!</div> - <div class="i0">Let not thy thoughts lie buried in thy breast;</div> - <div class="i0">But let thy tongue, thy discontents disclose!</div> - <div class="i0">For "who conceals his pain when he is grieved,</div> - <div class="i0">May well be pitied, but no way relieved."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">L.</div> - <div class="i0">Wretched is he that loving, sets his heart</div> - <div class="i0">On her, whose love, from pure affection swerveth;</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Ne amor ne -signoria vuole -compagnia.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Who doth permit each one to have a part</div> - <div class="i0">Of that, which none but he alone deserveth.</div> - <div class="i0">Give all, or none! For once, of this be sure!</div> - <div class="i0">"Lordship and Love no partners may endure."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who spends the weary day in pensive thought,</div> - <div class="i0">And night in dreams of horror and affright;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose wealth is want; whose hope is come to nought;</div> - <div class="i0">Himself, the mark for Love's and Fortune's spite:</div> - <div class="i0">Let him appear, if any such there be!</div> - <div class="i0">His case and mine more fitly will agree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fair tree, but fruitless! sometimes full of sap!</div> - <div class="i0">Which now yields nought at all, that may delight me!</div> - <div class="i0">Some cruel frost, or some untimely hap</div> - <div class="i0">Hath made thee barren, only to despite me!</div> - <div class="i0">Such trees, in vain, with hope do feed Desire;</div> - <div class="i0">And serve for fuel to increase Love's fire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In company (whiles sad and mute I sit,</div> - <div class="i0">My thoughts elsewhere, than there I seem to be)</div> - <div class="i0">Possessed with some deep melancholy fit;</div> - <div class="i0">One of my friends observes the same in me,</div> - <div class="i0">And says in jest, which I in earnest prove,</div> - <div class="i0">"He looks like one, that had lost his First Love!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">LIV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Twixt Hope and Fear, in doubtful balance peazed,</div> - <div class="i0">My fate, my fortune, and my love depends.</div> - <div class="i0">Sometimes my Hope is raised, when <span class="smcap">Love</span> is pleased;</div> - <div class="i0">Which Fear weighs down, when ought his will offends.</div> - <div class="i0">The heavens are sometimes clear, and sometimes lower;</div> - <div class="i0">And "he that loves, must taste both sweet and sour!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Retire, my wandering Thoughts! unto your rest!</div> - <div class="i0">Do not, henceforth, consume yourselves in vain!</div> - <div class="i0">No mortal man, in all points, can be blest;</div> - <div class="i0">What now is mine, may be another's pain.</div> - <div class="i0">The watery clouds are clear, when storms are past;</div> - <div class="i0">And "things, in their extremes, long cannot last."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LVI.</div> - <div class="i0">The fire of Love is first bred in the Eye,</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Visus. -Sermo. -Tactus.</i></div> - <div class="i0">And thence conveys his heat unto the Heart,</div> - <div class="i0">Where it lies hid, till time his force descry.</div> - <div class="i0">The Tongue thereto adds fuel for his part;</div> - <div class="i0">The touch of Lips, which doth succeed the same,</div> - <div class="i0">Kindles the rest, and so it proves a flame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LVII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The tender Sprigs that sprouted in the field,</div> - <div class="i0">And promised hope of fruit to him that planted;</div> - <div class="i0">Instead of fruit, doth nought but blossoms yield,</div> - <div class="i0">Though care, and pain to prune them never wanted:</div> - <div class="i0">Even so, my hopes do nought but blossoms prove,</div> - <div class="i0">And yield no fruits to recompense my love.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LVIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Though little sign of love in show appear;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet think, True Love, of colours hath no need!</div> - <div class="i0">It's not the glorious garments, which men wear,</div> - <div class="i0">That makes them other than they are indeed:</div> - <div class="i0">"In meanest show, the most affection dwells;</div> - <div class="i0">And richest pearls are found in simplest shells."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> - <div class="i0 p6">LIX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Let not thy tongue, thy inward thoughts disclose!</div> - <div class="i0">Or tell the sorrows that thy heart endures!</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la"><span class="smcap">Martial</span>. -Ille dolet -vere, qui sine -teste dolet.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Let no man's ears be witness of thy woes!</div> - <div class="i0">Since pity, neither help nor ease procures:</div> - <div class="i0">And "only he is, truly, said to moan,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose griefs none knoweth but himself alone."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A thousand times; I curse these idle rhymes,</div> - <div class="i0">Which do their Maker's follies vain set forth;</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Alteri -inserviens -meipsum -conficio.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Yet bless I them again, as many times,</div> - <div class="i0">For that in them, I blaze <span class="smcap">Alcilia's</span> worth.</div> - <div class="i0">Meanwhile, I fare, as doth the torch by night,</div> - <div class="i0">Which wastes itself in giving others light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LXI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Enough of this! For all is nought regarded!</div> - <div class="i0">And She, not once, with my complaints is moved.</div> - <div class="i0">Die, hapless love! since thou art not rewarded;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet ere thou die, to witness that I loved!</div> - <div class="i0">Report my truth! and tell the Fair unkind,</div> - <div class="i0">That "She hath lost, what none but She shall find!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LXII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lovers, lament! You that have truly loved!</div> - <div class="i0">For <span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>, now, hath lost his love:</div> - <div class="i0">The greatest loss that ever lover proved.</div> - <div class="i0">O let his hard hap some compassion move!</div> - <div class="i0">Who had not rued the loss of her so much;</div> - <div class="i0">But that he knows the world yields no more such.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 p6">LXIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Upon the ocean of conceited error,</div> - <div class="i0">My weary spirits, many storms have past;</div> - <div class="i0">Which now in harbour, free from wonted terror,</div> - <div class="i0">Joy the possession of their rest at last.</div> - <div class="i0">And, henceforth, safely may they lie at road!</div> - <div class="i0">And never rove for "Had I wist!" abroad!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i342_header.jpg" width="500" height="148" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em><span class="smcap">Love's</span> Accusation at the Judgement Seat<br /> -of <span class="smcap">Reason</span>; wherein the Author's whole<br /> -success in his love is covertly<br /> -deciphered.</em></h3> - -<p class="p1">[Compare this, with <span class="smcap">Gascoigne's</span> poem, <em>Vol. I. p.</em> 63.]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i342_dropi.jpg" width="120" alt="I" /> -</span> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">N Reason's</span> Court, myself being Plaintiff there,</div> - <div class="i8"><span class="smcap">Love</span> was, by process, summoned to appear.</div> - <div class="i8">That so the wrongs, which he had done to me,</div> - <div class="i8">Might be made known; and all the world might see:</div> - <div class="i8">And seeing, rue what to my cost I proved;</div> - <div class="i8">While faithful, but unfortunate I loved.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8"> </div> - <div class="i8"> </div> - <div class="i0">After I had obtainèd audience;</div> - <div class="i0">I thus began to give in evidence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3">[<em>The Author's Evidence against <span class="smcap">Love</span>.</em>]</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Most sacred Queen! and Sovereign of man's heart!</div> - <div class="i0">Which of the mind dost rule the better part!</div> - <div class="i0">First bred in heaven, and from thence, hither sent</div> - <div class="i0">To guide men's actions by thy regiment!</div> - <div class="i0">Vouchsafe a while to hear the sad complaint</div> - <div class="i0">Of him that <span class="smcap">Love</span> hath long kept in restraint;</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And, as to you it properly belongs,</div> - <div class="i0">Grant justice of my undeservèd wrongs!</div> - <div class="i1">It's now two years, as I remember well,</div> - <div class="i0">Since first this wretch, (sent from the nether hell,</div> - <div class="i0">To plague the world with new-found cruelties),</div> - <div class="i0">Under the shadow of two crystal Eyes,</div> - <div class="i0">Betrayed my Sense; and, as I slumbering lay,</div> - <div class="i0">Feloniously conveyed my heart away;</div> - <div class="i0">Which most unjustly he detained from me,</div> - <div class="i0">And exercised thereon strange tyranny.</div> - <div class="i1">Sometime his manner was, in sport and game,</div> - <div class="i0">With briars and thorns, to raze and prick the same;</div> - <div class="i0">Sometime with nettles of Desire to sting it;</div> - <div class="i0">Sometime with pincons<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> of Despair to wring it;</div> - <div class="i0">Sometime again, he would anoint the sore,</div> - <div class="i0">And heal the place that he had hurt before:</div> - <div class="i0">But hurtful helps! and ministered in vain!</div> - <div class="i0">Which servèd only to renew my pain.</div> - <div class="i0">For, after that, more wounds he added still,</div> - <div class="i0">Which piercèd deep, but had no power to kill.</div> - <div class="i0">Unhappy medicine! which, instead of cure,</div> - <div class="i0">Gives strength to make the patient more endure!</div> - <div class="i1">But that which was most strange of all the rest</div> - <div class="i0">(Myself being thus 'twixt life and death distrest),</div> - <div class="i0">Ofttimes, when as my pain exceeded measure,</div> - <div class="i0">He would persuade me that the same was pleasure;</div> - <div class="i0">My solemn sadness, but contentment meet;</div> - <div class="i0">My travail, rest; and all my sour, sweet;</div> - <div class="i0">My wounds, but gentle strokes: whereat he smiled,</div> - <div class="i0">And by these slights, my careless youth beguiled.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus did I fare, as one that living died,</div> - <div class="i0">(For greater pains, I think, hath no man tried)</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Disquiet thoughts, like furies in my breast</div> - <div class="i0">Nourished the poison that my spirits possesst.</div> - <div class="i0">Now Grief, then Joy; now War, then Peace unstable,</div> - <div class="i0">Nought sure I had, but to be miserable.</div> - <div class="i1">I cannot utter all, I must confess.</div> - <div class="i0">Men may conceive more than they can express!</div> - <div class="i0">But (to be short), which cannot be excused,</div> - <div class="i0">With vain illusions, <span class="smcap">Love</span>, my hope abused;</div> - <div class="i0">Persuading me I stood upon firm ground</div> - <div class="i0">When, unawares, myself on sands I found.</div> - <div class="i0">This is the point which most I do enforce!</div> - <div class="i0">That Love, without all pity or remorse,</div> - <div class="i0">Did suffer me to languish still in grief</div> - <div class="i0">Void of contentment, succour, or relief:</div> - <div class="i0">And when I looked my pains should be rewarded,</div> - <div class="i0">I did perceive, that they were nought regarded.</div> - <div class="i1">For why? Alas, these hapless eyes did see</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> loved another more than me!</div> - <div class="i0">So in the end, when I expected most;</div> - <div class="i0">My hope, my love, and fortune thus were crost."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Proceeding further, <span class="smcap">Reason</span> bad me stay</div> - <div class="i0">For the Defendant had some thing to say.</div> - <div class="i0">Then to the Judge, for justice, loud I cried!</div> - <div class="i0">And so I pausèd: and <span class="smcap">Love</span> thus replied.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">[<em><span class="smcap">Love's</span> Reply to the Author.</em>]</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">"Since <span class="smcap">Reason</span> ought to lend indifferent ears</div> - <div class="i0">Unto both parties, and judge as truth appears;</div> - <div class="i0">Most gracious Lady! give me leave to speak,</div> - <div class="i0">And answer his Complaint, that seeks to wreak</div> - <div class="i0">His spite and malice on me, without cause;</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span> - <div class="i0">In charging me to have transgressed thy laws!</div> - <div class="i0">Of all his follies, he imputes the blame</div> - <div class="i0">To me, poor <span class="smcap">Love</span>! that nought deserves the same.</div> - <div class="i0">Himself it is, that hath abusèd me!</div> - <div class="i0">As by mine answer, shall well proved be.</div> - <div class="i1">Fond youth! thou knowest what I for thee effected!</div> - <div class="i0">Though, now, I find it little be respected.</div> - <div class="i0">I purged thy wit, which was before but gross.</div> - <div class="i0">The metal pure, I severed from the dross,</div> - <div class="i0">And did inspire thee with my sweetest fire</div> - <div class="i0">That kindled in thee Courage and Desire:</div> - <div class="i0">Not like unto those servile Passions</div> - <div class="i0">Which cumber men's imaginations</div> - <div class="i0">With Avarice, Ambition, and Vainglory;</div> - <div class="i0">Desire of things fleeting and transitory.</div> - <div class="i0">No base conceit, but such as Powers above</div> - <div class="i0">Have known and felt, I mean, th' Instinct of Love;</div> - <div class="i0">Which making men, all earthly things despise,</div> - <div class="i0">Transports them to a heavenly paradise.</div> - <div class="i1">Where thou complain'st of sorrows in thy heart,</div> - <div class="i0">Who lives on earth but therein hath his part?</div> - <div class="i0">Are these thy fruits? Are these thy best rewards</div> - <div class="i0">For all the pleasing glances, sly regards,</div> - <div class="i0">The sweet stol'n kisses, amorous conceits,</div> - <div class="i0">So many smiles, so many fair intreats,</div> - <div class="i0">Such kindness as <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> did bestow</div> - <div class="i0">All for my sake! as well thyself dost know?</div> - <div class="i0">That <span class="smcap">Love</span> should thus be used, it is hateful!</div> - <div class="i0">But 'all is lost, that's done for one ungrateful.'</div> - <div class="i1">Where he allegeth that he was abusèd</div> - <div class="i0">In that he truly loving, was refusèd:</div> - <div class="i0">That's most untrue! and plainly may be tried.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Who never asked, could never be denied!</div> - <div class="i0">But he affected rather single life,</div> - <div class="i0">Than yoke of marriage, matching with a wife.</div> - <div class="i0">And most men, now, make love to none but heires[ses]</div> - <div class="i0">Poor love! GOD wot! that poverty empairs.</div> - <div class="i0">Worldly respects, <span class="smcap">Love</span> little doth regard.</div> - <div class="i0">'Who loves, hath only love for his reward!'</div> -<div class="sidenote"><em>The description -of a -foolhardy -Lover.</em></div> - <div class="i1">He merits a lover's name, indeed!</div> - <div class="i0">That casts no doubts, which vain suspicion breed:</div> - <div class="i0">But desperately at hazard, throws the dice,</div> - <div class="i0">Neglecting due regard of friends' advice;</div> - <div class="i0">That wrestles with his fortune and his fate,</div> - <div class="i0">Which had ordained to better his estate;</div> - <div class="i0">That hath no care of wealth, no fear of lack,</div> - <div class="i0">But ventures forward, though he see his wrack;</div> - <div class="i0">That with Hope's wings, like <span class="smcap">Icarus</span> doth fly,</div> - <div class="i0">Though for his rashness, he like fortune try;</div> - <div class="i0">That, to his fame, the world of him may tell</div> - <div class="i0">How, while he soared aloft, adown he fell.</div> - <div class="i0">And so True Love awarded him his doom</div> - <div class="i0">In scaling heaven, to have made the sea his tomb;</div> - <div class="i0">That making shipwreck of his dearest fame,</div> - <div class="i0">Betrays himself to poverty and shame;</div> - <div class="i0">That hath no sense of sorrow, or repent,</div> - <div class="i0">No dread of perils far or imminent;</div> - <div class="i0">But doth prefer before all pomp or pelf,</div> - <div class="i0">The sweet of love as dearer than himself.</div> - <div class="i0">Who, were his passage stopped by sword and fire,</div> - <div class="i0">Would make way through, to compass his Desire.</div> - <div class="i0">For which he would (though heaven and earth forbad it)</div> - <div class="i0">Hazard to lose a kingdom, if he had it.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span> - <div class="i1">These be the things wherein I glory most,</div> - <div class="i0">Whereof, this my Accuser cannot boast:</div> - <div class="i0">Who was indifferent to his loss or gain;</div> - <div class="i0">And better pleased to fail, than to obtain.</div> - <div class="i0">All qualified affections, <span class="smcap">Love</span> doth hate!</div> - <div class="i0">And likes him best that's most intemperate.</div> - <div class="i0">But hence, proceeds his malice and despite;</div> - <div class="i0">While he himself bars of his own delight.</div> - <div class="i0">For when as he, <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> first affected,</div> - <div class="i0">(Like one in show, that love little respected)</div> - <div class="i0">He masqued, disguised, and entertained his thought</div> - <div class="i0">With hope of that, which he in secret sought;</div> - <div class="i0">And still forbare to utter his desire,</div> - <div class="i0">Till his delay receive her worthy hire.</div> - <div class="i0">And well we know, what maids themselves would have,</div> - <div class="i0">Men must sue for, and by petition crave.</div> - <div class="i0">But he regarding more his Wealth, than Will;</div> - <div class="i0">Hath little care his Fancy to fulfil.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet when he saw <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> loved another;</div> - <div class="i0">The secret fire, which in his breast did smother,</div> - <div class="i0">Began to smoke, and soon had proved a flame:</div> - <div class="i0">If Temperance had not allayed the same.</div> - <div class="i0">Which, afterward, so quenched he did not find</div> - <div class="i0">But that some sparks remainèd still behind.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus, when time served, he did refuse to crave it;</div> - <div class="i0">And yet envied another man should have it!</div> - <div class="i1">As though, fair maids should wait, at young men's pleasure,</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst they, 'twixt sport and earnest, love at leisure.</div> - <div class="i0">Nay, at the first! when it is kindly proffered!</div> - <div class="i0">Maids must accept; least twice, it be not offered!</div> - <div class="i0">Else though their beauty seem their good t'importune,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Yet may they lose the better of their fortune.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus, as this Fondling coldly went about it;</div> - <div class="i0">So in the end, he clearly went without it.</div> - <div class="i0">For while he, doubtful, seemed to make a stay,</div> - <div class="i0">A Mongrel stole the maiden's heart away;</div> - <div class="i0">For which, though he lamented much in shew,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet was he, inward, glad it fell out so.</div> - <div class="i1">Now, <span class="smcap">Reason</span>! you may plainly judge by this,</div> - <div class="i0">Not I, but he, the false dissembler is:</div> - <div class="i0">Who, while fond hope his lukewarm love did feed,</div> - <div class="i0">Made sign of more than he sustained indeed:</div> - <div class="i0">And filled his rhymes with fables and with lies,</div> - <div class="i0">Which, without Passion, he did oft devise;</div> - <div class="i0">So to delude the ignorance of such</div> - <div class="i0">That pitied him, thinking he loved too much.</div> - <div class="i0">And with conceit, rather to shew his Wit,</div> - <div class="i0">Than manifest his faithful Love by it.</div> - <div class="i1">Much more than this, could I lay to his charge;</div> - <div class="i0">But time would fail to open all at large.</div> - <div class="i0">Let this suffice to prove his bad intent,</div> - <div class="i0">And prove that <span class="smcap">Love</span> is clear and innocent."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Thus, at the length, though late, he made an end,</div> - <div class="i0">And both of us did earnestly, attend</div> - <div class="i0">The final judgement, <span class="smcap">Reason</span> should award:</div> - <div class="i0">When thus she 'gan to speak. "With due regard,</div> - <div class="i0">The matter hath been heard, on either side.</div> - <div class="i0">For judgement, you must longer time abide!</div> - <div class="i0">The cause is weighty, and of great import."</div> - <div class="i0">And so she, smiling, did adjourn the Court.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Little availed it, then, to argue more;</div> - <div class="i0">So I returned in worse case than before.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span></p> - - -<h3><em><span class="smcap">Love</span> Deciphered.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i349_dropl.jpg" width="90" alt="L" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Ove</span> and I are now divided,</div> - <div class="i6">Conceit, by Error, was misguided.</div> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> hath my love despised!</div> - <div class="i6">"No man loves, that is advised."</div> - <div class="i6">"Time at length, hath Truth detected."</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span> hath missed what he expected.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet missing that, which long he sought;</div> - <div class="i0">I have found that, I little thought.</div> - <div class="i0">"Errors, in time, may be redrest,"</div> - <div class="i0">"The shortest follies are the best."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Love and Youth are now asunder;</div> - <div class="i0">Reason's glory, Nature's wonder.</div> - <div class="i0">My thoughts, long bound, are now enlarged;</div> - <div class="i0">My Folly's penance is discharged:</div> - <div class="i0">Thus Time hath altered my estate.</div> - <div class="i0">"Repentance never comes too late."</div> - <div class="i0">Ah, well I find that Love is nought</div> - <div class="i0">But folly, and an idle thought.</div> - <div class="i0">The difference is 'twixt <span class="smcap">Love</span> and me,</div> - <div class="i0">That he is blind, and I can see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Love is honey mixed with gall!</div> - <div class="i0">A thraldom free, a freedom thrall!</div> - <div class="i0">A bitter sweet, a pleasant sour!</div> - <div class="i0">Got in a year, lost in an hour!</div> - <div class="i0">A peaceful war, a warlike peace!</div> - <div class="i0">Whose wealth brings want; whose want, increase!</div> - <div class="i0">Full long pursuit, and little gain!</div> - <div class="i0">Uncertain pleasure, certain pain!</div> - <div class="i0">Regard of neither right nor wrong!</div> - <div class="i0">For short delights, repentance long!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Love is the sickness of the thought!</div> - <div class="i0">Conceit of pleasure, dearly bought!</div> - <div class="i0">A restless Passion of the mind!</div> - <div class="i0">A labyrinth of errors blind!</div> - <div class="i0">A sugared poison! fair deceit!</div> - <div class="i0">A bait for fools! a furious heat!</div> - <div class="i0">A chilling cold! a wondrous passion</div> - <div class="i0">Exceeding man's imagination!</div> - <div class="i0">Which none can tell in whole, or part,</div> - <div class="i0">But only he that feels the smart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Love is sorrow mixt with gladness!</div> - <div class="i0">Fear, with hope! and hope, with madness!</div> - <div class="i0">Long did I love, but all in vain;</div> - <div class="i0">I loving, was not loved again:</div> - <div class="i0">For which my heart sustained much woe.</div> - <div class="i0">It fits not maids to use men so!</div> - <div class="i0">Just deserts are not regarded,</div> - <div class="i0">Never love so ill rewarded!</div> - <div class="i0">But "all is lost that is not sought!"</div> - <div class="i0">"Oft wit proves best, that's dearest bought!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Women were made for men's relief;</div> - <div class="i0">To comfort, not to cause their grief.</div> - <div class="i0">Where most I merit, least I find:</div> - <div class="i0">No marvel! since that love is blind.</div> - <div class="i0">Had She been kind, as She was fair,</div> - <div class="i0">My case had been more strange and rare.</div> - <div class="i0">But women love not by desert!</div> - <div class="i0">Reason in them hath weakest part!</div> - <div class="i0">Then, henceforth, let them love that list,</div> - <div class="i0">I will beware of "Had I wist!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> - <div class="i0">These faults had better been concealed,</div> - <div class="i0">Than to my shame abroad revealed.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet though my youth did thus miscarry,</div> - <div class="i0">My harms may make others more wary.</div> - <div class="i0">Love is but a youthful fit,</div> - <div class="i0">And some men say "It's sign of wit!"</div> - <div class="i0">But he that loves as I have done;</div> - <div class="i0">To pass the day, and see no sun:</div> - <div class="i0">Must change his note, and sing <em>Erravi!</em></div> - <div class="i0">Or else may chance to cry <em>Peccavi!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The longest day must have his night,</div> - <div class="i0">Reason triumphs in Love's despite.</div> - <div class="i0">I follow now Discretion's lore;</div> - <div class="i0">"Henceforth to like; but love no more!"</div> - <div class="i0">Then gently pardon what is past!</div> - <div class="i0">For <span class="smcap">Love</span> draws onwards to his last.</div> - <div class="i0">"He walks," they say, "with wary eye;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose footsteps never tread awry!"</div> - <div class="i0">My Muse a better work intends:</div> - <div class="i0">And here my Loving Folly ends.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">After long storms and tempests past,</div> - <div class="i0">I see the haven at the last;</div> - <div class="i0">Where I must rest my weary bark,</div> - <div class="i0">And there unlade my care and cark.</div> - <div class="i0">My pains and travails long endured,</div> - <div class="i0">And all my wounds must there be cured.</div> - <div class="i0">Joys, out of date, shall be renewed;</div> - <div class="i0">To think of perils past eschewed.</div> - <div class="i0">When I shall sit full blithe and jolly,</div> - <div class="i0">And talk of lovers and their folly.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then <span class="smcap">Love</span> and <span class="smcap">Folly</span>, both adieu!</div> - <div class="i0">Long have I been misled by you.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Folly</span> may new adventures try!</div> - <div class="i0">But <span class="smcap">Reason</span> says that "<span class="smcap">Love</span> must die!"</div> - <div class="i0">Yea, die indeed, although grieve him;</div> - <div class="i0">For my cold heart cannot relieve him!</div> - <div class="i0">Yet for her sake, whom once I loved,</div> - <div class="i0">(Though all in vain, as time hath proved)</div> - <div class="i0">I'll take the pain, if She consent!</div> - <div class="i0">To write his Will and Testament.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3><em><span class="smcap">Love</span>'s last Will and Testament.</em></h3> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i352_dropm.jpg" width="90" alt="M" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">Y spirit, I bequeath unto the air!</div> - <div class="i7">My Body shall unto the earth repair!</div> - <div class="i7">My Burning Brand, unto the Prince of Hell;</div> - <div class="i6">T'increase men's pains that there in darkness dwell!</div> - <div class="i6">For well I ween, above nor under ground,</div> - <div class="i0">A greater pain than that, may not be found.</div> - <div class="i1">My sweet Conceits of Pleasure and Delight,</div> - <div class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Erebus</span>! and to Eternal Night!</div> - <div class="i1">My Sighs, my Tears, my Passions, and Laments,</div> - <div class="i0">Distrust, Despair; all these my hourly rents,</div> - <div class="i0">With other plagues that lovers' minds enthral:</div> - <div class="i0">Unto <span class="smcap">Oblivion</span>, I bequeath them all!</div> - <div class="i1">My broken Bow, and Shafts, I give to <span class="smcap">Reason</span>!</div> - <div class="i1">My Cruelties, my Slights, and forged Treason,</div> - <div class="i0">To Womankind! and to their seed, for aye!</div> - <div class="i0">To wreak their spite, and work poor men's decay.</div> - <div class="i0">Reserving only for <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span>'s part,</div> - <div class="i0">Small kindness, and less care of lovers' smart.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> - <div class="i0">For She is from the vulgar sort excepted;</div> - <div class="i0">And had She, <span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>'s love respected,</div> - <div class="i0">Requiting it with like affection,</div> - <div class="i0">She might have had the praise of all perfection.</div> - <div class="i1">This done; if I have any Faith and Troth;</div> - <div class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>, I assign them both!</div> - <div class="i0">For unto him, of right, they do belong</div> - <div class="i0">Who loving truly, suffered too much wrong.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Time</span> shall be sole Executor of my will;</div> - <div class="i0">Who may these things, in order due fulfil,</div> - <div class="i1">To warrant this my Testament for good;</div> - <div class="i0">I have subscribed it, with my dying blood."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And so he died, that all this bale had bred.</div> - <div class="i0">And yet my heart misdoubts he is not dead:</div> - <div class="i0">For, sure, I fear, should I <span class="smcap">Alcilia</span> spy;</div> - <div class="i0">She might, eftsoons, revive him with her eye!</div> - <div class="i0">Such power divine remaineth in her sight;</div> - <div class="i0">To make him live again, in Death's despite.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i353_dec.jpg" width="400" height="115" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="container"> - <div class="i0"><em>The Sonnets following were written by the Author,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>after he began to decline from his Passionate</em></div> - <div class="i2"><em>Affection; and in them, he seemeth to</em></div> - <div class="i3"><em>please himself with describing the</em></div> - <div class="i4"><em>Vanity of Love, the Frailty</em></div> - <div class="i5"><em>of Beauty, and the</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>sour fruits of</em></div> - <div class="i6"><em>Repentance.</em></div> -</div> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="p1">I.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i354_dropn.jpg" width="120" alt="N" /> -</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i8">Ow have I spun the web of my own woes,</div> - <div class="i8">And laboured long to purchase my own loss.</div> - <div class="i8">Too late I see, I was beguiled with shows.</div> - <div class="i8">And that which once seemed gold, now</div> - <div class="i8">proves but dross.</div> - <div class="i8">Thus am I, both of help and hope bereaved.</div> - <div class="i8">"He never tried that never was deceived.</div> -<div class="sidenote"> -<i xml:lang="it" lang="it">Chi non si -fida, non vient -ingannato.</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="p1">II.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Once did I love, but more than once repent;</div> - <div class="i0">When vintage came, my grapes were sour, or rotten.</div> - <div class="i0">Long time in grief and pensive thoughts I spent;</div> - <div class="i0">And all for that, which Time hath made forgotten.</div> - <div class="i0">O strange effects of time! which, once being lost,</div> - <div class="i0">Make men secure of that they loved most.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="p1">III.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus have I long in th'air of Error hovered,</div> - <div class="i0">And run my ship upon Repentance's shelf.</div> - <div class="i0">Truth hath the veil of Ignorance uncovered,</div> - <div class="i0">And made me see; and seeing, know myself.</div> - <div class="i0">Of former follies, now, I must repent,</div> - <div class="i0">And count this work, part of my time ill spent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span> - - <div class="p1">IV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What thing is <span class="smcap">Love</span>? "A tyrant of the Mind!"</div> - <div class="i0">"Begot by heat of Youth; brought forth by Sloth;</div> - <div class="i0">Nursed with vain Thoughts, and changing as the wind!"</div> - <div class="i0">"A deep Dissembler, void of faith and troth!"</div> - <div class="i0">"Fraught with fond errors, doubts, despite, disdain,</div> - <div class="i0">And all the plagues that earth and hell contain!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="p1">V.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Like to a man that wanders all the day</div> - <div class="i0">Through ways unknown, to seek a thing of worth,</div> - <div class="i0">And, at the night, sees he hath gone astray;</div> - <div class="i0">As near his end, as when he first set forth:</div> - <div class="i0">Such is my case, whose hope untimely crost,</div> - <div class="i0">After long errors, proves my labour lost.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="p1">VI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Failed of that hap, whereto my hope aspired,</div> - <div class="i0">Deprived of that which might have been mine own:</div> - <div class="i0">Another, now, must have what I desired;</div> - <div class="i0">And things too late, by their events are known.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus do we wish for that cannot be got;</div> - <div class="i0">And when it may, then we regard it not.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">VII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ingrateful <span class="smcap">Love</span>! since thou hast played thy part!</div> - <div class="i0">(Enthralling him, whom Time hath since made free)</div> - <div class="i0">It rests with me, to use both Wit and Art,</div> - <div class="i0">That of my wrongs I may revenged be:</div> - <div class="i0">And in those eyes, where first thou took'st thy fire!</div> - <div class="i0">Thyself shalt perish, through my cold desire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">VIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Grieve not thyself, for that cannot be had!</div> - <div class="i0">And things, once cureless, let them cureless rest!"</div> - <div class="i0">"Blame not thy fortune, though thou deem it bad!</div> - <div class="i0">What's past and gone will never be redrest."</div> - <div class="i0">"The only help, for that cannot be gained,</div> - <div class="i0">Is to forget it might have been obtained."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> - - - <div class="p1">IX.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How happy, once, did I myself esteem!</div> - <div class="i0">While Love with Hope, my fond Desire did cherish:</div> - <div class="i0">My state as blissful as a King's did seem,</div> - <div class="i0">Had I been sure my joys should never perish.</div> - <div class="i0">"The thoughts of men are fed with expectation."</div> - <div class="i0">"Pleasures themselves are but imagination."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">X.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Why should we hope for that which is to come,</div> - <div class="i0">Where the event is doubtful, and unknown?</div> - <div class="i0">Such fond presumptions soon receive their doom,</div> - <div class="i0">When things expected we count as our own;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose issue, ofttimes, in the end proves nought</div> - <div class="i0">But hope! a shadow, and an idle thought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XI.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In vain do we complain our life is short,</div> - <div class="i0">(Which well disposed, great matters might effect)</div> - <div class="i0">While we ourselves, in toys and idle sport,</div> - <div class="i0">Consume the better part without respect.</div> - <div class="i0">And careless (as though time should never end it)</div> - <div class="i0">'Twixt sleep, and waking, prodigally spend it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Youthful Desire is like the summer season</div> - <div class="i0">That lasts not long; for winter must succeed:</div> - <div class="i0">And so our Passions must give place to Reason;</div> - <div class="i0">And riper years, more ripe effects must breed.</div> - <div class="i0">Of all the seed, Youth sowed in vain desires,</div> - <div class="i0">I reaped nought, but thistles, thorns, and briars.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"To err and do amiss, is given to men by Kind."</div> - <div class="i0">"Who walks so sure, but sometimes treads awry?"</div> - <div class="i0">But to continue still in errors blind,</div> -<div class="sidenote"> -<i xml:lang="it" lang="it">Chi non fa, -non falla; -chi falla, -l'amenda.</i></div> - <div class="i0">A bad and bestial nature doth descry.</div> - <div class="i0">"Who proves not; fails not; and brings nought to end:</div> - <div class="i0">Who proves and fails, may, afterward, amend."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> - - <div class="p1">XIV.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There was but One, and doubtless She the best!</div> - <div class="i0">Whom I did more than all the world esteem:</div> - <div class="i0">She having failed, I disavow the rest;</div> - <div class="i0">For, now, I find "things are not as they seem."</div> - <div class="i0">"Default of that, wherein our will is crost,</div> - <div class="i0">Ofttimes, unto our good availeth most."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="p1">XV.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="i0">I fare like him who, now his land-hope spent,</div> - <div class="i0">By unknown seas, sails to the Indian shore;</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="it" lang="it">Chi va, e -ritorna, -fa buon -viaggio.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Returning thence no richer than he went,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet cannot much his fortune blame therefore.</div> - <div class="i0">Since "Whoso ventures forth upon the Main,</div> - <div class="i0">Makes a good mart, if he return again."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XVI.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Lovers' Conceits are like a flatt'ring Glass,</div> - <div class="i0">That makes the lookers fairer than they are;</div> - <div class="i0">Who, pleased in their deceit, contented pass.</div> - <div class="i0">Such once was mine, who thought there was none fair,</div> - <div class="i0">None witty, modest, virtuous but She;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet now I find the Glass abusèd me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XVII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Adieu, fond Love! the Mother of all Error!</div> - <div class="i0">Replete with hope and fear, with joy and pain.</div> - <div class="i0">False fire of Fancy! full of care and terror.</div> - <div class="i0">Shadow of pleasures fleeting, short, and vain!</div> - <div class="i0">Die, loathèd Love! Receive thy latest doom!</div> - <div class="i0">"Night be thy grave! and Oblivion be thy tomb!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XVIII.</div> - </div> - - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who would be rapt up into the third heaven</div> - <div class="i0">To see a world of strange imaginations?</div> - <div class="i0">Who, careless, would leave all at six and seven,</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Nihil agenda -male agere -discimus.</i></div> - <div class="i0">To wander in a labyrinth of Passions?</div> - <div class="i0">Who would, at once, all kinds of folly prove;</div> - <div class="i0">When he hath nought to do, then let him love!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> - - - <div class="p1">XIX.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What thing is Beauty? "Nature's dearest Minion!"</div> - <div class="i0">"The Snare of Youth! like the inconstant moon</div> - <div class="i0">Waxing and waning!" "Error of Opinion!"</div> - <div class="i0">"A Morning's Flower, that withereth ere noon!"</div> - <div class="i0">"A swelling Fruit! no sooner ripe, than rotten!"</div> - <div class="i0">"Which sickness makes forlorn, and time forgotten!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XX.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Spring of Youth, which now is in his prime;</div> - <div class="i0">Winter of Age, with hoary frosts shall nip!</div> - <div class="i0">Beauty shall then be made the prey of Time!</div> - <div class="i0">And sour Remorse, deceitful Pleasures whip!</div> - <div class="i0">Then, henceforth, let Discretion rule Desire!</div> - <div class="i0">And Reason quench the flame of <span class="smcap">Cupid's</span> fire!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="p1">XXI.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O what a life was that sometime I led!</div> - <div class="i0">When Love with Passions did my peace encumber;</div> - <div class="i0">While, like a man neither alive nor dead,</div> - <div class="i0">I was rapt from myself, as one in slumber:</div> - <div class="i0">Whose idle senses, charmed with fond illusion,</div> - <div class="i0">Did nourish that which bred their own confusion.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The child, for ever after, dreads the fire;</div> - <div class="i0">That once therewith by chance his finger burned.</div> - <div class="i0">Water of Time distilled doth cool Desire.</div> - <div class="i0">"And far he ran," they say, "that never turned."</div> - <div class="i0">After long storms, I see the port at last.</div> - <div class="i0">Farewell, Folly! For now my love is past!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXIII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Base servile thoughts of men, too much dejected,</div> - <div class="i0">That seek, and crouch, and kneel for women's grace!</div> - <div class="i0">Of whom, your pain and service is neglected;</div> - <div class="i0">Yourselves, despised; rivals, before your face!</div> - <div class="i0">The more you sue, the less you shall obtain!</div> - <div class="i0">The less you win, the more shall be your gain!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> - - - <div class="p1">XXIV.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In looking back unto my follies past;</div> - <div class="i0">While I the present, with times past compare,</div> - <div class="i0">And think how many hours I then did waste</div> - <div class="i0">Painting on clouds, and building in the air:</div> - <div class="i0">I sigh within myself, and say in sadness,</div> - <div class="i0">"This thing which fools call Love, is nought but Madness!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXV.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"The things we have, we most of all neglect;</div> - <div class="i0">And that we have not, greedily we crave.</div> - <div class="i0">The things we may have, little we respect;</div> - <div class="i0">And still we covet, that we cannot have.</div> - <div class="i0">Yet, howsoe'er, in our conceit, we prize them;</div> - <div class="i0">No sooner gotten, but we straight despise them."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXVI.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who seats his love upon a woman's will,</div> - <div class="i0">And thinks thereon to build a happy state;</div> - <div class="i0">Shall be deceived, when least he thinks of ill,</div> - <div class="i0">And rue his folly when it is too late.</div> - <div class="i0">He ploughs on sand, and sows upon the wind,</div> - <div class="i0">That hopes for constant love in Womankind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXVII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I will no longer spend my time in toys!</div> - <div class="i0">Seeing Love is Error, Folly, and Offence;</div> - <div class="i0">An idle fit for fond and reckless boys,</div> - <div class="i0">Or else for men deprived of common sense.</div> - <div class="i0">'Twixt Lunacy and Love, these odds appear;</div> - <div class="i0">Th' one makes fools, monthly; th' other, all the year.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXVIII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">While season served to sow, my plough stood still;</div> - <div class="i0">My graffs unset, when other's trees did bloom.</div> - <div class="i0">I spent the Spring in sloth, and slept my fill;</div> - <div class="i0">But never thought of Winter's cold to come;</div> - <div class="i0">Till Spring was past, the Summer well nigh gone;</div> - <div class="i0">When I awaked, and saw my harvest none.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> - - - <div class="p1">XXIX.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now <span class="smcap">Love</span> sits all alone, in black attire;</div> - <div class="i0">His broken bow, and arrows lying by him;</div> - <div class="i0">His fire extinct, that whilom fed Desire;</div> - <div class="i0">Himself the scorn of lovers that pass by him:</div> - <div class="i0">Who, this day, freely may disport and play;</div> - <div class="i0">For it is <span class="smcap">Philoparthen</span>'s Holiday.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="i0">Nay, think not <span class="smcap">Love</span>! with all thy cunning slight,</div> - <div class="i0">To catch me once again! Thou com'st too late!</div> - <div class="i0">Stern Industry puts Idleness to flight:</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Otia si tellas -periere -Cupidinis -arcus.</i></div> - <div class="i0">And Time hath changed both my name and state.</div> - <div class="i0">Then seek elsewhere for mates, that may befriend thee!</div> - <div class="i0">For I am busy, and cannot attend thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXI.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Loose Idleness! the Nurse of fond Desire!</div> - <div class="i0">Root of all ills that do our youth betide;</div> - <div class="i0">That, whilom, didst, through love, my wrack conspire:</div> - <div class="i0">I banish thee! and rather wish t'abide</div> - <div class="i0">All austere hardness, and continual pain;</div> - <div class="i0">Than to revoke thee! or to love again!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The time will come when, looking in a glass,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy rivelled face, with sorrow thou shalt see!</div> - <div class="i0">And sighing, say, "It is not as it was!</div> - <div class="i0">These cheeks were wont more fresh and fair to be!</div> - <div class="i0">But now, what once made me so much admired</div> - <div class="i0">Is least regarded, and of none desired!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXIII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="i0">Though thou be fair, think Beauty but a blast!</div> - <div class="i0">A morning's dew! a shadow quickly gone!</div> - <div class="i0">A painted flower, whose colour will not last!</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Temporis soltus -honesta est -avaritia.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Time steals away, when least we think thereon.</div> - <div class="i0">Most precious time! too wastefully expended;</div> - <div class="i0">Of which alone, the sparing is commended.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> - - - <div class="p1">XXXIV.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How vain is Youth that, crossed in his Desire,</div> - <div class="i0">Doth fret and fume, and inwardly repine;</div> - <div class="i0">As though 'gainst heaven itself, he would conspire;</div> - <div class="i0">And with his fraility, 'gainst his fate combine,</div> - <div class="i0">Who of itself continues constant still;</div> - <div class="i0">And doth us good, ofttimes against our will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXV.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In prime of Youth, when years and Wit were ripe,</div> - <div class="i0">Unhappy Will, to ruin led the way.</div> - <div class="i0">Wit danced about, when Folly 'gan to pipe;</div> - <div class="i0">And Will and he together went astray.</div> - <div class="i0">Nought then but Pleasure, was the good they sought!</div> - <div class="i0">Which now Repentance proves too dearly bought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXVI.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He that in matters of delight and pleasure,</div> - <div class="i0">Can bridle his outrageous affection;</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Est virtus -placitis -abstinuisse -bonis.</i></div> - <div class="i0">And temper it in some indifferent measure,</div> - <div class="i0">Doth prove himself a man of good direction.</div> - <div class="i0">In conquering Will, true courage most is shown;</div> - <div class="i0">And sweet temptations makes men's virtues known.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXVII.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="i0">Each natural thing, by course of Kind, we see,</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Invidia -fatorum series -summisque -negatum staro -diu.</i></div> - <div class="i0">In his perfection long continueth not.</div> - <div class="i0">Fruits once full ripe, will then fall from the tree;</div> - <div class="i0">Or in due time not gathered, soon will rot.</div> - <div class="i0">It is decreed, by doom of Powers Divine,</div> - <div class="i0">Things at their height, must thence again decline.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XXXVIII.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thy large smooth forehead, wrinkled shall appear!</div> - <div class="i0">Vermillion hue, to pale and wan shall turn!</div> - <div class="i0">Time shall deface what Youth has held most dear!</div> - <div class="i0">Yea, these clear Eyes (which once my heart did burn)</div> - <div class="i0">Shall, in their hollow circles, lodge the night;</div> - <div class="i0">And yield more cause of terror, than delight!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span> - - - <div class="p1">XXXIX.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="i0">Lo here, the Record of my follies past,</div> - <div class="i0">The fruits of Wit unstaid, and hours misspent!</div> -<div class="sidenote"><i xml:lang="it" lang="it">Quanto piace -al mondo, e -breue sogno.</i></div> - <div class="i0">Full wise is he that perils can forecast,</div> - <div class="i0">And so, by others' harms, his own prevent.</div> - <div class="i0">All Worldly Pleasure that delights the Sense,</div> - <div class="i0">Is but a short Sleep, and Time's vain expense!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - - <div class="p1">XL.</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The sun hath twice his annual course performed,</div> - <div class="i0">Since first unhappy I, began to love;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose errors now, by Reason's rule reformed,</div> - <div class="i0">Conceits of Love but smoke and shadows prove.</div> - <div class="i0">Who, of his folly, seeks more praise to win;</div> - <div class="i0">Where I have made an end, let him begin!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i15"><em>J. C.</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5 gesperrt"><em>FINIS.</em></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i362_dec.jpg" width="300" height="213" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363"></a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;"><a name="THE_PASSIONS_OF_LOVE" id="THE_PASSIONS_OF_LOVE"> -<img src="images/i363_title.jpg" width="348" height="560" alt="Daiphantus or The Passions of Love" /></a> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="title"> -<h2>DAIPHANTUS,<br /> - -<span class="small60">OR</span><br /> - -The Passions of Love.</h2> - -<p class="p5a">Comical to read,<br /> -<br /> -<em>But Tragical to act:</em><br /> - -<span class="p5a">As full of Wit, as Experience.</span></p> - -<p class="p6b">By <span class="smcap">An. Sc.</span> Gentleman.<br /> -<br /> -<em>Fœlix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum.</em><br /> -<br /> -Whereunto is added,</p> - -<p class="p3a"><em>The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage.</em><br /></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i363.jpg" width="60" height="71" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="p5a">LONDON:<br /> -Printed by T. C. for <span class="gesperrt smcap">William Cotton</span>: and are<br /> -to be sold at his shop, near Ludgate. 1604.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i365_header.jpg" width="500" height="154" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em>The Argument.</em></h3> - - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i365_dropd.jpg" width="90" alt="D" /></span>A<span class="smcap">iphantus</span>, a younger brother, very honourably -descended, brought up but not born in Venice; -naturally subject to Courting, but not to Love; -reputed a man rather full of compliment, than of -true courtesy; more desirous to be thought honest, than -so to be wordish beyond discretion; promising more to all, -than friendship could challenge; mutable in all his actions, -but his affections aiming indeed to gain opinion rather than -goodwill; challenging love from greatness, not from merit; -studious to abuse his own wit, by the common sale of his -infirmities; lastly, under the colour of his natural affection -(which indeed was very pleasant and delightful) coveted to -disgrace every other to his own discontent: a scourge to -Beauty, a traitor to Women, and an infidel to Love.</p> - -<p>This He, this creature, at length, falls in love with two at -one instant; yea, two of his nearest allies: and so indifferently -[<em>equally</em>] yet outrageously, as what was commendable in the -one, was admirable in the other. By which means, as not -despised, not regarded! if not deceived, not pitied! They -esteemed him as he was in deed, not words. He protested, -they jested! He swore he loved in sadness; they in sooth -believed, but seemed to give no credence to him: thinking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> -him so humorous as no resolution could be long good; and -holding this his attestation to them of affection in that -kind, [no] more than his contesting against it before time.</p> - -<p>Thus overcome of that he seemed to conquer, he became -a slave to his own fortunes. Laden with much misery, utter -mischief seized upon him. He fell in love with another, -a wedded Lady. Then with a fourth, named <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>. -And so far was he imparadised in her beauty (She not recomforting -him) that he fell from Love to Passion, so to -Distraction, then to Admiration [<em>wonderment</em>] and Contemplation, -lastly to Madness. Thus did he <em>act</em> the Tragical -scenes, who only penned the Comical: became, if not as -brutish as <span class="smcap">Actæon</span>, as furious as <span class="smcap">Orlando</span>. Of whose -Humours and Passions, I had rather you should read them, -than I act them!</p> - -<p>In the end, by one, or rather by all, he was recovered. -A Voice did mad him; and a Song did recure him! Four -in one sent him out of this world; and one with four -redeemed him to the world. To whose unusual strains in -Music, and emphatical emphasis in Love; I will leave you -to turn over a new leaf!</p> - -<p>This only I will end with:</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Who, of Love should better write,</div> - <div class="i0">Than he that Love learns to indite?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i366_dec.jpg" width="350" height="222" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0 bigger140">To the mighty, learned, and ancient Potentate,</div> - <div class="i2 bigger140"><span class="smcap">Quisquis</span>, Emperor of <img src="images/i367.jpg" width="15" alt="" />, King of</div> - <div class="i4"><span class="bigger120">Great and Little A., Prince of B. C.</span> and</div> - <div class="i5">D., &c.; <span class="smcap">Aliquis</span> wisheth the much</div> - <div class="i6">increase of true subjects, free from</div> - <div class="i7">Passion, spleen, and melancholy;</div> - <div class="i8">and endued with virtue,</div> - <div class="i9">wisdom, <span class="mleft2">and</span></div> - <div class="i10">magnanimity.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">Or to the Reader.</h3> - - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i367_dropa.jpg" width="90" alt="A" /></span><em>N <span class="smcap">Epistle</span> to the Reader! Why! that must have -his Forehead or first entrance like a Courtier, fair-spoken -and full of expectation; his Middle or centre -like your citizen's warehouse, beautified with enticing -vanities, though the true riches consist of bald commodities; -his</em> Rendezvous <em>or conclusion like the lawyer's case, able -to pocket up any matter; but let good words be your best evidence! -In the General or foundation, he must be like Paul's Church, resolved -to let every Knight and Gull travel upon him: yet his Particulars -or lineaments may be Royal as the Exchange, with ascending -steps, promising new but costly devices and fashions. It must have -Teeth like a Satyr, Eyes like a critic; and yet may your Tongue -speak false Latin, like your panders and bawds of poetry. Your -Genius and Species should march in battle array with our politicians: -yet your Genius ought to live with an honest soul indeed.</em></p> - -<p><em>It should be like the never-too-well-read</em> Arcadia, <em>where the -Prose and Verse, Matter and Words, are like his</em> [<span class="smcap">Sidney's</span>] -<em>Mistress's eyes! one still excelling another, and without corrival! -or to come home to the vulgar's element, like friendly -<span class="smcap">Shake-speare</span>'s</em> Tragedies, <em>where the Comedian rides, when -the Tragedian stands on tiptoe. Faith, it should please all, like -Prince</em> <span class="smcap">Hamlet</span>! <em>But, in sadness, then it were to be feared, -he would run mad. In sooth, I will not be moonsick, to please! -nor out of my wits, though I displease all! What? Poet! are -you in Passion, or out of Love? This is as strange as true!</em></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span></p> - -<p><em>Well, well! if I seem mystical or tyrannical; whether I be -a fool or a Lord's-Ingle; all's one! If you be angry, you are not -well advised! I will tell you, it is an Indian humour I have -snuffed up from Divine Tobacco! and it is most gentlemanlike, -to puff it out at any place or person!</em></p> - -<p><em>I'll no</em> Epistle! <em>It were worse than one of <span class="smcap">Hercules'</span> -labours! but will conclude honesty is a man's best virtue. And -but for the Lord Mayor and the two Sheriffs, the Inns of Court, -and many Gallants elsewhere, this last year might have been burned! -As for <span class="smcap">Momus</span> (carp and bark who will!), if the</em> noble Ass <em>bray -not, I am as good a Knight Poet, as</em> Ætatis suæ, <em>Master</em> An. -Dom.'s <em>son-in-law.</em></p> - -<p><em>Let your critic look to the rowels of his spurs, the pad of his -saddle, and the jerk of his wand! then let him ride me and my -rhymes down, as hotly as he would. I care not! We shall meet -and be friends again, with the breaking of a spear or two! and -who would do less, for a fair Lady?</em></p> - -<p><em>There I leave you, where you shall ever find me!</em></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><em>Passionate <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, your loving subject, -Gives you to understand, he is a</em> Man in Print, <em>and it is enough -he hath undergone a Pressing, though for your sakes and for -Ladies: protesting for this poor infant of his brain, as it was the -price of his virginity, born into the world with tears: so (but for a -many his dear friends that took much pains for it) it had died, -and never been laughed at! and that if Truth have wrote less than -Fiction; yet it is better to err in Knowledge than in Judgement! -Also, if he have caught up half a line of any other's, it was out of -his memory, not of any ignorance!</em></p> - -<p><em>Why he dedicates it to All, and not to any Particular, as his -Mistress or so? His answer is, He is better born, than to creep into -women's favours, and ask their leave afterwards.</em></p> - -<p><em>Also he desireth you to help to correct such errors of the Printer, -which (because the Author is dead, or was out of the City) hath been -committed. And it was his folly, or the Stationer's, you had not -an</em> Epistle <em>to the purpose.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Thus like a lover, wooes he for your favour;</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Which, if you grant, then</em> Omnia vincit Amor.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i369_header.jpg" width="500" height="138" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><em class="gespert">DAIPHANTUS.</em><br /> - - -Proem</h2> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i369_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"> <span class="smcap">Sing</span> the old World in an infant story!</div> - <div class="i6">I sing the new World in an ancient ditty!</div> - <div class="i6">I sing this World; yes, this World's shame and glory!</div> - <div class="i6">I sing a Medley of rigour and of pity!</div> - <div class="i7">I sing the Court's, City's, and the Country's fashions!</div> - <div class="i7">Yet sing I but of Love and her strange Passions!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I sing that anthem lovers sigh in sadness!</div> - <div class="i0">I sing sweet times of joys in wo[e]-ven verses!</div> - <div class="i0">I sing those lines, I once did act in madness!</div> - <div class="i0">I sing and weep! (tears follow birth and hearses!)</div> - <div class="i1">I sing a <em>Dirge!</em> a Fury did indite it!</div> - <div class="i1">I sing Myself! whilst I myself do write it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span> - <div class="i0">I invocate, to grace my Artless labour,</div> - <div class="i0">The faithful goddess, men call <span class="smcap">Memory</span></div> - <div class="i0">(True Poet's treasure, and their Wit's best favour);</div> - <div class="i0">To deck my Muse with truest poesy!</div> - <div class="i1">Though Love write well, yet Passion blinds th'affection.</div> - <div class="i1"><em>Man ne'er rules right, that's in the least subjection.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sweet Memory! Soul's life, new life increasing!</div> - <div class="i0">The Eye of Justice! Tongue of Eloquence!</div> - <div class="i0">The Lock of Learning! Fountain never ceasing!</div> - <div class="i0">The Cabinet of Secrets! Caske[t] of Sense!</div> - <div class="i1">Which governest Nature, teacheth Man his awe!</div> - <div class="i1">That art all Conscience, and yet rul'st by Law!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Bless thou, this Love Song-Air of my best wishes!</div> - <div class="i0">(Thou art the Parent nourisheth Desire!)</div> - <div class="i0">Blow, gentle winds! safe land me at my blisses!</div> - <div class="i0">Love still mounts high, though lovers not aspire.</div> - <div class="i1">My Poem's Truth! Fond poets feign at pleasure!</div> - <div class="i1">A loving subject is a Prince's treasure.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i370_dec.jpg" width="300" height="181" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i371_header.jpg" width="500" height="162" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><span class="gesperrt small90">THE PASSIONS OF</span><br /> - -<span class="gesperrt">LOVE</span>.</h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i371_dropi.jpg" width="120" alt="I" /> -</span> - <div class="i8">N Venice fair, the city most admired;</div> - <div class="i8">Their lived a Gallant, who <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> hight.</div> - <div class="i8">Right nobly born, well lettered, loved, desired</div> - <div class="i8">Of every Courtier in their most delight:</div> - <div class="i9">So full of pleasance, that he seemed to be</div> - <div class="i9">A man begot in <span class="smcap">Venus</span>' infancy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0">His face was fair, full comely was his feature:</div> - <div class="i0">Lipped like the cherry, with a wanton's eye:</div> - <div class="i0">A <span class="smcap">Mars</span> in anger, yet a <span class="smcap">Venus</span>' creature;</div> - <div class="i0">Made part of <span class="smcap">Cynthia</span>, most of <span class="smcap">Mercury</span>:</div> - <div class="i1">A pitied soul, so made of Love and Hate,</div> - <div class="i1">Though still beloved, in love unfortunate.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus made by Nature, Fortune did conspire</div> - <div class="i0">To balance him, with weight of <span class="smcap">Cupid</span>'S wings;</div> - <div class="i0">Passant in Love, yet oft in great Desire;</div> - <div class="i0">Sudden in Love, not staid in anything.</div> - <div class="i1">He courted all, not loved: and much did strive</div> - <div class="i1">To die for Love, yet never meant to wive!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> - <div class="i0">As Nature made him fair, so likewise witty;</div> - <div class="i0">(She not content) his thoughts thus very fickle.</div> - <div class="i0">Fortune that gained him, placed him in this city,</div> - <div class="i0">To wheel his head, which she had made most tickle.</div> - <div class="i1">Fortune made him beloved, and so distraught him!</div> - <div class="i1">His reins let forth, he fell; and <span class="smcap">Cupid</span> caught him.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not far from Venice, in an Abbey fair,</div> - <div class="i0">Well walled about, two worthy Ladies dwelt:</div> - <div class="i0">Who virgins were, so sweet and debonair,</div> - <div class="i0">The ground they trod on, of their odour smelt.</div> - <div class="i1">Two virgin Sisters, matchless in a phere,</div> - <div class="i1">Had livèd virgins well nigh eighteen year.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, the elder sister's named;</div> - <div class="i0">The other was <span class="smcap">Urania</span> the wise.</div> - <div class="i0">Nature for making them was surely blamed:</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Venus</span> herself, by them all did despise!</div> - <div class="i1">Such beauties with such virtue! so combined,</div> - <div class="i1">That all exceeds, yet nought excels their mind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span> so shows as doth the sun,</div> - <div class="i0">When mounted on the continent of heaven:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet oft she's clouded; but when her glory's come,</div> - <div class="i0">Two suns appear! to make her glory even.</div> - <div class="i1">Her smiles send brightness when the sun's not bright!</div> - <div class="i1">Her looks give beauty, when the sun lends light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Modest and humble, of nature mild and sweet;</div> - <div class="i0">Unmatched beauty with her virtue meeting:</div> - <div class="i0">Proud that her lowly 'beisance doth re-greet</div> - <div class="i0">With her chaste silence. Virtue ever keeping.</div> - <div class="i1">This is the sun, that sets before it rise!</div> - <div class="i1">This is a star! no less are both her eyes!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Her beauty peerless! peerless is her mind!</div> - <div class="i0">Her body matchless! matchless are her thoughts!</div> - <div class="i0">Herself but one! but one like her, we find!</div> - <div class="i0">Her wealth's her virtue! Such virtue is not bought!</div> - <div class="i1">This is a heaven on earth, makes her divine!</div> - <div class="i1">This is the sun, obscures where it doth shine!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Urania</span> next. O that I had that Art</div> - <div class="i0">Could write her worth! her worth no eye may see!</div> - <div class="i0">Or that her tongue (O heaven!) were now my heart,</div> - <div class="i0">What silver lines in showers should drop from me!</div> - <div class="i1">My heart she keeps! how can I then indite?</div> - <div class="i1">No heart-less creature can Love Passions write!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As a black veil upon the wings of morn,</div> - <div class="i0">Brings forth a day as clear as <span class="smcap">Venus</span>' face;</div> - <div class="i0">Or a fair jewel, by an Ethiope worn,</div> - <div class="i0">Enricheth much the eye, which it doth grace:</div> - <div class="i1">Such is her beauty, if it well be told!</div> - <div class="i1">Placed in a jetty chariot set with gold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her hair, Night's canopy in mourning weeds</div> - <div class="i0">Is still enthroned, when locked within is seen</div> - <div class="i0">A Deity, drawn by a pair of steeds</div> - <div class="i0">Like <span class="smcap">Venus</span>' eyes! And if the like have been,</div> - <div class="i1">Her eyes two radiant stars, but yet divine!</div> - <div class="i1">Her face day's sun (heaven all!) if once they shine!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Upon the left side of this heavenly feature,</div> - <div class="i0">In curious work, Nature hath set a seal,</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein is writ, <em>This is a matchless creature!</em></div> - <div class="i0">Where Wit and Beauty strives for the appeal:</div> - <div class="i1">The Judges choosed are Love and Fancy. They rise,</div> - <div class="i1">And looking on her, with her, left their eyes!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Her Wit and Beauty were at many frays,</div> - <div class="i0">"Whether the deep impressions did cause?"</div> - <div class="i0">"Nature!" said Beauty; Art, her Wit did praise:</div> - <div class="i0">Love thought her Face; her tongue had Truth's applause.</div> - <div class="i1">Whilst they contend, Which was the better part?</div> - <div class="i1">I lent an eye; She robbed me of my heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sisters these two are, like the Day and Night:</div> - <div class="i0">Their glories, by their virtues they do merit,</div> - <div class="i0">One as the Day to see the other's might;</div> - <div class="i0">The other's Night to shadow a high spirit.</div> - <div class="i1">If all were Day, how could a lover rest?</div> - <div class="i1">Or if all Night, lovers were too much blest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Both fair, as eke their bodies tall and slender:</div> - <div class="i0">Both wise, yet silence shews their modesty:</div> - <div class="i0">Both grave, although they both are young and tender:</div> - <div class="i0">Both humble hearted, not in policy.</div> - <div class="i1">So fair, wise, grave, and humble are esteemed;</div> - <div class="i1">Yet what men see, the worst of them is deemed!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nature that made them fair, doth love perfection.</div> - <div class="i0">What Youth counts wisdom, Age doth bring to trial.</div> - <div class="i0">Grave years in Youth, in Age needs no direction.</div> - <div class="i0">A humble heart deserves, finds, no denial.</div> - <div class="i1">Fairs ring their knells, and yet Fame never dies!</div> - <div class="i1">True judgement's from the heart, not from the eyes!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These two, two sisters, cousins to this lover;</div> - <div class="i0">He often courts, as was his wonted fashion.</div> - <div class="i0">Who swears all's fair, yet hath no heart to prove her,</div> - <div class="i0">Seems still in Love or in a lover's Passion,</div> - <div class="i1">Now learns this lesson! and love-scoffers find it!</div> - <div class="i1"><em><span class="smcap">Cupid</span> hits rightest, when Lovers do least mind it!</em></div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Although his guise were fashioned to his mind,</div> - <div class="i0">And wording Love, as compliment he used;</div> - <div class="i0">Seemed still to jest at Love and lovers' kind,</div> - <div class="i0">Never obtained, but where he was refused:</div> - <div class="i1">Yet now, his words with wit so are rewarded;</div> - <div class="i1">He loves! loves two! loves all! of none regarded.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now he that laughed to hear true lovers sigh,</div> - <div class="i0">Can bite his lips, until his heart doth bleed!</div> - <div class="i0">Who jibed at all, loves all! each day's his night!</div> - <div class="i0">Who scorned, now weeps and howls! writes his own meed!</div> - <div class="i1">He that would bandy Love, is now the ball!</div> - <div class="i1">Who feared no hazard, himself hath ta'en the fall!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Beauty and Virtue, who did praise the fashion;</div> - <div class="i0">Who, Love and Fancy thought a comedy:</div> - <div class="i0">Now is turned Poet! and writes Love in Passion!</div> - <div class="i0">His verses fit the bleeding Tragedy!</div> - <div class="i1">In willow weeds, right well he acts his part!</div> - <div class="i1">His Scenes are tears, whose embryon was his heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He loves, where Love to all doth prove disaster!</div> - <div class="i0">His eyes no sooner see, but he's straight blind!</div> - <div class="i0">His kindred, friends, or foes, he follows faster</div> - <div class="i0">Than his own good! He's now but too too kind!</div> - <div class="i1">He that spent all, would fain find out Love's treasure!</div> - <div class="i1">Extremities are, for extremes the measure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus thinks he, of the words he spent in vain;</div> - <div class="i0">And wishes now, his tongue had eloquence!</div> - <div class="i0">He's dumb! all motion that a world could gain,</div> - <div class="i0">A centre now without circumference!</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Cupid</span>, with words who fought! would teach him Art,</div> - <div class="i1">Hath lost his tongue; and with it, left his heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> - <div class="i0">He swears he loves! (the heat doth prove the fire!)</div> - <div class="i0">He weeps his Love, his tears shew his Affection.</div> - <div class="i0">He writes his Love, his lines plead his Desire.</div> - <div class="i0">He sings his Love, the ditty mourns the action.</div> - <div class="i1">He sings, writes, weeps, and swears that he's in sadness!</div> - <div class="i1">It is believed, <em>Not cured, Love turns to madness!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Love once dissembled, oaths are a grace most slender!</div> - <div class="i0">Tears oft are heard, Ambassadors for Beauty!</div> - <div class="i0">Words writ in gold, an iron heart may render!</div> - <div class="i0">A Passion Song shews much more hope than duty!</div> - <div class="i1">Oaths spoke in tears; words, song; prove no true ditty:</div> - <div class="i1"><em>A feignèd Love must find a feignèd Pity!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus is the good <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> like the fly,</div> - <div class="i0">Who playing with the candle feels the flame.</div> - <div class="i0">The smiles of scorn are lovers' misery:</div> - <div class="i0">That soul's most vex't, is grievèd with his name.</div> - <div class="i1">Though kind <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> do most love protest;</div> - <div class="i1">Yet is his cross, still to be thought in jest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Poor tortured lover! Like a perjured soul,</div> - <div class="i0">Swears till he's hoarse, yet never is believed!</div> - <div class="i0">(Who's once a villain, still is counted foul!)</div> - <div class="i0">O woful pity! when with wind relieved,</div> - <div class="i1">Learns this by wrote, <em>Though Love unconstant be,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>They must prove constant, will her comforts see!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now to the humble heart of his dread Saint,</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, he kneels; but's not regarded!</div> - <div class="i0">Then to <span class="smcap">Urania</span> sighs, till he grows faint:</div> - <div class="i0">Such is her Wit, in silence he's rewarded!</div> - <div class="i1">His humble voice, <span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span> accuseth!</div> - <div class="i1">His sighing Passion, <span class="smcap">Urania</span> refuseth!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Then lifts he up his eyes, but Heaven frowneth!</div> - <div class="i0">Bows down his head, Earth is a mass of sorrow!</div> - <div class="i0">Runs to the seas; the sea, it storms and howleth!</div> - <div class="i0">Hies to the woods, the birds sad tunes do borrow!</div> - <div class="i1">Heaven, Earth, sea, woods, and all things do conspire</div> - <div class="i1">He burn in Love, yet freeze in his Desire!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Ladies jest! command him to feign still!</div> - <div class="i0">Tell him, how, one day, he may be in love!</div> - <div class="i0">That lover's reason hath not Love's free will!</div> - <div class="i0">Smile in disdain, to think of that he proves!</div> - <div class="i1">(O me, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>! how art thou advised?</div> - <div class="i1">When he's less pitied, then he is despised!)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They hold this but his humour! seem so wise!</div> - <div class="i0">And many lovers' stories forth do bring!</div> - <div class="i0">Court him with shadows, whilst he catcheth flies,</div> - <div class="i0">Biting his fingers till the blood forth spring!</div> - <div class="i1">Then do they much commend his careless Passion!</div> - <div class="i1">Call him "a lover of our Courtiers' fashion!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All this they do in modesty; yet free</div> - <div class="i0">From thinking him so honest, as in truth:</div> - <div class="i0">Much less so kind, as to love two or three,</div> - <div class="i0">Him near allied; and he himself a youth!</div> - <div class="i1">Till with the sweat, which from his sufferings rise,</div> - <div class="i1">His face is pearled, like the lights his eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then with his look down-cast, and trembling hand,</div> - <div class="i0">A High Dutch colour, and a tongue like ice,</div> - <div class="i0">Apart with this <span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span> to stand</div> - <div class="i0">Endeavours he. This was his last device,</div> - <div class="i1">Yet in so humble strains, this Gallant courts her;</div> - <div class="i1">The wind being high, his breath it never hurts her!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Speechless thus stands he, till She feared him dead,</div> - <div class="i0">And rubs his temples, calls and cries for aid.</div> - <div class="i0">Water is fetched and spunged into his head:</div> - <div class="i0">Who then starts up; from dreaming, as he said,</div> - <div class="i1">And craving absence of all, but this Saint,</div> - <div class="i1">He 'gan to court her, but with a heart right faint.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Bright Star of <span class="smcap">Phœbus</span>! Goddess of my thought!</div> - <div class="i0">Behold thy vassal, humbled on his knee!</div> - <div class="i0">Behold for thee, what gods and Art hath wrought,</div> - <div class="i0">A man adoring! of Love, the lowest degree.</div> - <div class="i1">I love! I honour thee!" No more; there stayed</div> - <div class="i1">As if foresworn; even so, was he afraid!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span> now spake, yet seemed in wonder,</div> - <div class="i0">Her lips when parting, heaven did ope his treasure,</div> - <div class="i0">"O do not, do not love! I will not sunder</div> - <div class="i0">A heart in two! Love hath nor height nor measure!</div> - <div class="i1">Live still a virgin! Then I'll be thy lover!"</div> - <div class="i1">Heaven here did close. No tongue could after move her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As if in heaven, he was ravished so.</div> - <div class="i0">O love! O voice! O face! which is the glory?</div> - <div class="i0">O day! O night! O Age! O worlds of joy!</div> - <div class="i0">Of every part, true love might write a story.</div> - <div class="i1">Convert my sighs, O to some angel's tongue.</div> - <div class="i1">To die for Love is life! Death is best young!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She gone, <span class="smcap">Urania</span> came. He, on the flower,</div> - <div class="i0">But sight of her revived his noble fire:</div> - <div class="i0">And as if <span class="smcap">Mars</span> did thunder, words did shower!</div> - <div class="i0">(Love speaks in heat, when 'tis in most Desire)</div> - <div class="i1">She made him mad, whose sight had him revived;</div> - <div class="i1">Now speaks he plainly! Storms past, the air is glide.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"Why was I made, to bear such woe and grief?</div> - <div class="i0">Why was I born, but in Love to be nourished?</div> - <div class="i0">Why then for Love (Love, of all virtues chief),</div> - <div class="i0">And I not pitied, though I be not cherished?</div> - <div class="i1">What! did my eyes offend in virtue seeing?</div> - <div class="i1">O no! True Virtue is the lover's being!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Beauty and Virtue are the twins of life;</div> - <div class="i0">Love is the mother which them forth doth bring.</div> - <div class="i0">Wit with discretion ends the lover's strife.</div> - <div class="i0">Patience with silence is a glorious thing.</div> - <div class="i1">Love crowns a man, Love gives to all due merit;</div> - <div class="i1">Men without love are bodies without spirit.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Love to a mortal is both life and treasure.</div> - <div class="i0">Love changed to Wedlock doubleth in her glory.</div> - <div class="i0">Love is the gem, whose worth is without measure.</div> - <div class="i0">Fame dies, if not entombed within Love's story.</div> - <div class="i1">Man that lives, lives not, if he wants Content.</div> - <div class="i1">Man that dies, dies not, if with Love's consent."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus spake <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, and thus spake he well;</div> - <div class="i0">Which wise <span class="smcap">Urania</span> well did understand:</div> - <div class="i0">So well she like it, as it did excel.</div> - <div class="i0">Now graced she him with her white slender hand,</div> - <div class="i1">With words most sweet, a colour fresh and fair,</div> - <div class="i1">In heavenly speech, she 'gan his woes declare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"My good <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>! Love, it is no toy!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cupid</span>, though blind, yet strikes the heart at last.</div> - <div class="i0">His force, you feel! whose power must breed your joy;</div> - <div class="i0">This is the meed for scoffs, you on him cast!</div> - <div class="i1">You love, who scorned! your love, with scorn is quite!</div> - <div class="i1">You love, yet want! your love, with want is spite!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"Love plays the wanton, where she means to kill.</div> - <div class="i0">Love rides the fool, and spurs without direction.</div> - <div class="i0">Love weeps like you, yet laughs at your good will.</div> - <div class="i0">Love is, of all things, but the true confection.</div> - <div class="i1">Love is of everything; yet itself's but one thing.</div> - <div class="i1">Love is anything, yet indeed is nothing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"We virgins know this, though not the force of Love.</div> - <div class="i0">For we two sisters live as in a cell:</div> - <div class="i0">Nor do we scorn it, though we it not approve;</div> - <div class="i0">By prayer we hope, her charms for to repell!</div> - <div class="i1">And thus adieu! But you, in Progress go,</div> - <div class="i1">To find fit place to warble forth your woe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Who first seeks mercy, is the last for grief,"</div> - <div class="i0">Thus did She part; whose image stayed behind.</div> - <div class="i0">He in a trance stands mute, finds no relief</div> - <div class="i0">(For She was absent, whose tongue pleased his mind),</div> - <div class="i1">But like a heartless and a hurtless creature,</div> - <div class="i1">In admiration of so sweet a feature.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At length looked up, his shadow only seeing,</div> - <div class="i0">Sighs to himself and weeps, yet silent stands;</div> - <div class="i0">Kneels, riseth, walks, all this without True Being,</div> - <div class="i0">Sure he was there, though fettered in Love's bands.</div> - <div class="i1">His lips departed, parted were his blisses:</div> - <div class="i1">Yet for pure love, each lip the other kisses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Revived by this, or else Imagination,</div> - <div class="i0">Recalls things past, the time to come laments;</div> - <div class="i0">Records his love, but with an acclamation!</div> - <div class="i0">Repents himself and all these accidents.</div> - <div class="i1">Now with the wings of Love, he 'gins to raise,</div> - <div class="i1">His Love to gain, this woman he doth praise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"Women than Men are purer creatures far!</div> - <div class="i0">The Soul of souls! the blessed Gift of Nature!</div> - <div class="i0">To men, a heaven! to men, the brightest star!</div> - <div class="i0">The pearl that's matchless! high, without all stature!</div> - <div class="i1">So full of goodness, that Bounty waiteth still</div> - <div class="i1">Upon their trencher! feeds them with free will!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Where seek we Virtue, learn true Art or Glory;</div> - <div class="i0">Where find we Joy that lasteth, still is spending,</div> - <div class="i0">But in sweet Women? of man's life, the Story!</div> - <div class="i0">Alpha, they are! Omega is their ending!</div> - <div class="i1">Their virtues shine with such a sun of brightness!</div> - <div class="i1">Yet he's unwise, that looks in them for lightness!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">(O let my pen relate mine own decay!</div> - <div class="i0">There are, which are not, or which should not be,</div> - <div class="i0">Some shaped like Saints, whose steps are not the way.</div> - <div class="i0">O let my Verse not name their infamy!</div> - <div class="i1">These hurt not all, but even the wandering eye,</div> - <div class="i1">Which fondly gapes for his own misery.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">These do not harm the honest or the just,</div> - <div class="i0">The faithful lover, or the virtuous dame;</div> - <div class="i0">But those whose souls be only given to lust,</div> - <div class="i0">Care more for pleasure, than for worthy fame.</div> - <div class="i1">But peace, my Muse! For now, methinks I hear</div> - <div class="i1">An angel's voice come warbling in my ear!)</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not distant far, within a garden fair,</div> - <div class="i0">The sweet <span class="smcap">Artesia</span> sang unto her lute,</div> - <div class="i0">Her voice charmed <span class="smcap">Cupid</span>, and perfumed the air,</div> - <div class="i0">Made beasts stand still, and birds for to be mute.</div> - <div class="i1">Her voice and beauty proved so sad a ditty;</div> - <div class="i1">Who saw, was blind! who heard, soon sued for pity!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> - <div class="i0">This Lady was no virgin like the rest,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet near allied. By Florence city dwelling</div> - <div class="i0">(Nature and Art; within her both were blest;</div> - <div class="i0">Music in her, and Love had his excelling).</div> - <div class="i1">To visit her fair cousins oft she came;</div> - <div class="i1">Perhaps more jocund, but no whit to blame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fortune had crossed her with a churlish Mate,</div> - <div class="i0">Who <span class="smcap">Strymon</span> hight. A Palmer was his sire,</div> - <div class="i0">Full nobly born and of a wealthy state;</div> - <div class="i0">His son a child not born to his Desire.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus was she crossed, which causèd her thereby,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Daiphantus'</span> grief to mourn, by sympathy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> hearing such a swan-tuned voice,</div> - <div class="i0">Was ravished, as with angels' melody;</div> - <div class="i0">Though in this labyrinth blest, could not rejoice,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor yet could see what brought this harmony.</div> - <div class="i1">At length, this goddess ceased; began draw near,</div> - <div class="i1">Who, when he saw; he saw not, 'twas her sphere!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Away then crept he on his hands and knees,</div> - <div class="i0">To hide himself: thought <span class="smcap">Venus</span> came to plague him!</div> - <div class="i0">Which she espying, like the sun she stands;</div> - <div class="i0">As with her beams, she thought for to assuage him.</div> - <div class="i1">But like the sun, which gazed on blinds the eye,</div> - <div class="i1">So he by her! and so resolved to die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At this, in wonder softly did she pace it;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet suddenly was stayed. His verses seized her,</div> - <div class="i0">Which he late writ, forgot. Thus was he graced.</div> - <div class="i0">She read them over, and the writing pleased her.</div> - <div class="i1">For <span class="smcap">Cupid</span> framed two mottoes in her heart:</div> - <div class="i1">The one as <span class="smcap">Dian's</span>, the other, for his dart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> - <div class="i0">She read and pitied; reading, Pity taught.</div> - <div class="i0">She loved and hated; hate to Love did turn.</div> - <div class="i0">She smiled and wept; her weeping Smiling brought.</div> - <div class="i0">She hoped and feared; her Hopes in fear did mourn.</div> - <div class="i1">She read, loved, smiled, and hoped; but 'twas in vain:</div> - <div class="i1">Her tears, still dread; and pity, hate did gain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She could have loved him, such true verses making;</div> - <div class="i0">She might have loved him, and yet love beguiling.</div> - <div class="i0">She would have kissed him, but feared his awaking;</div> - <div class="i0">She might have kissed him, and sleep sweetly smiling.</div> - <div class="i1">She thus afeared, did fear what she most wished.</div> - <div class="i1">He thus in hope, still hoped for that he missed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He looked! They two, long each on other gazed!</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet silence pleaded what each other thought.</div> - <div class="i0">Thus Love and Fancy both alike amazed,</div> - <div class="i0">As if their tongues and hearts had been distraught.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Artesia's</span> voice thus courted him at length.</div> - <div class="i1">The more she spake, the greater was his strength!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Good gentle Sir! your fortunes I bemoan,</div> - <div class="i0">And wish my state so happy as to ease you!</div> - <div class="i0">But She that grieved you, She it is alone,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose breath can cure, and whose kind words appease you!</div> - <div class="i1">Were I that She, heaven should my star extinguish,</div> - <div class="i1">If you but loved me, ere I would relinquish.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Yet, noble Sir! I can no love protest,</div> - <div class="i0">For I am wedded (O word full fraught with woe!)</div> - <div class="i0">But in such manner as good love is blest,</div> - <div class="i0">In honest kindness, I'll not prove your foe!</div> - <div class="i1">Mine own experience doth my counsel prove,</div> - <div class="i1">I know to pity, yet not care to love!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"A sister, yet Nature hath given me,</div> - <div class="i0">A virgin true, right fair, and sweetly kind.</div> - <div class="i0">I for her good, Fortune hath driven me</div> - <div class="i0">To be a comfort. Your heart shall be her mind.</div> - <div class="i1">My woes yet tell me, she is best a maid!"</div> - <div class="i1">And here she stopped her tears, her words thus stayed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> then, in number without measure,</div> - <div class="i0">Began her praises, which no pen can end.</div> - <div class="i0">"O Saint! O sun of heaven, and earth the treasure!</div> - <div class="i0">Who lives, if not thy honour to defend?</div> - <div class="i1">Ah me! what mortal can be in love so strange,</div> - <div class="i1">That wedding Virtue will a wand'ring range?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"She, like the morning, is still fresh and fair.</div> - <div class="i0">The Elements, of her, they all do borrow;</div> - <div class="i0">The Earth, the Fire, the Waters, and the Air;</div> - <div class="i0">Their strength, heat, moisture, liveliness. No sorrow</div> - <div class="i1">Can Virtue change! Beauty hath but one place.</div> - <div class="i1">The heart's still perfect; though empaled the face.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O eyes! no eyes, but stars still clearly shining!</div> - <div class="i0">O face! no face but shape of angels' fashion!</div> - <div class="i0">O lips! no lips, but bliss by kiss refining!</div> - <div class="i0">O heart! no heart, but of true love right Passion!</div> - <div class="i1">O eyes, face, lips, and heart, if not too cruel;</div> - <div class="i1">To see, feel, taste, and love earth's rarest jewel."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This said, he paused, new praises now devising,</div> - <div class="i0">Kneels to <span class="smcap">Apollo</span> for his skill and Art:</div> - <div class="i0">When came the Ladies! At which, he arising,</div> - <div class="i0">'Twixt lip and lip, he had nor lips nor heart.</div> - <div class="i1">His eyes, their eyes so sweetly did incumber:</div> - <div class="i1">Although awaked, yet in a golden slumber.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Most like a lion raised from slumbering ease,</div> - <div class="i0">He cast his looks, fall grimly them among.</div> - <div class="i0">At length, he firmly knit what might appease</div> - <div class="i0">His brow; looked stedfastly and long</div> - <div class="i1">At one, till all their eyes with his eyes met alike</div> - <div class="i1">On fair <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>, who his heart did strike.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Vitullia</span> fair, yet brown; as mixed together</div> - <div class="i0">As Art and Nature strove which was the purest.</div> - <div class="i0">So sweet her smilings were, a grace to either!</div> - <div class="i0">That heaven's glory in that face seemed truest.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Venus</span>, excepted when the god her wooed,</div> - <div class="i1">Was ne'er so fair! so tempting, yet so good!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wonder not, mortals, though the Poets feign!</div> - <div class="i0">The Muses' graces were in this She's favour:</div> - <div class="i0">Nor wonder, though She strove his tongue to gain!</div> - <div class="i0">For I lose mine, in thinking of his labour.</div> - <div class="i1">"Well may he love," I write, "and all Wits praise her,</div> - <div class="i1">She's so all humble, Learning cannot raise her!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> oft sighed: "Oh!" oft said "Fair!"</div> - <div class="i0">Then looks and sighs, and then cries wonderful;</div> - <div class="i0">Thus did he long, and truly 'twas not rare:</div> - <div class="i0">The object was! which made his mind so dull.</div> - <div class="i1">Pray pardon him! for better to cry "Oh!"</div> - <div class="i1">Than feel that Passion which caused him sigh so.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now, all were silent, not alone this Lover,</div> - <div class="i0">Till came <span class="smcap">Ismenio</span>, brother to this Saint,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose haste made sweat, his tongue he could not prove her,</div> - <div class="i0">For this against him, that his heart was faint:</div> - <div class="i1">Thus all amazed, none knowing any cause,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> breathless, here had time to pause.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span> - <div class="i0">At length, <span class="smcap">Ismenio</span>, who had wit and skill,</div> - <div class="i0">Questioned the reason of this strong effect:</div> - <div class="i0">At last related, haste outwent his will,</div> - <div class="i0">He told them, "He was sent, them to direct,</div> - <div class="i1">Where hunting sports, their eyes should better please!"</div> - <div class="i1">Who first went forth, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> most did ease.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They gone, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> to his standish highs!</div> - <div class="i0">Thinks, in his writs <span class="smcap">Vitullia's</span> beauties were:</div> - <div class="i0">But what he wrote, his Muse not justifies,</div> - <div class="i0">Bids him take time! "Love badly writes in fear!</div> - <div class="i1">Her worthy praise, if he would truly write,</div> - <div class="i1">Her kisses' nectar must the same indite."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Art, and sweet Nature! Let your influence drop</div> - <div class="i0">From me like rain! Yes, yes, in golden showers!</div> - <div class="i0">(Whose end is Virtue, let him never stop!)</div> - <div class="i0">But fall on her, like dew on sprinkling flowers!</div> - <div class="i1">That both together meeting, may beget</div> - <div class="i1">An <span class="smcap">Orpheus</span>! two gems in a soil richly set!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus ravished, then distracted, as was deemed,</div> - <div class="i0">Not taught to write of Love in this extreme;</div> - <div class="i0">In love, in fear; yea, trembling (as it seemed),</div> - <div class="i0">If praising her, he should not keep the mean!</div> - <div class="i1">Thus vexed, he wept! His tears intreated pity,</div> - <div class="i1">But Love unconstant, tunes a woful ditty.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now kneels to <span class="smcap">Venus</span>. Faithfulness protested</div> - <div class="i0">To this, none else! This was his only Saint!</div> - <div class="i0">Vowed e'er his service, or to be arrested</div> - <div class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Venus'</span> censure! Thus he left to faint.</div> - <div class="i1">His love brought Wit, and Wit engendered Spirit;</div> - <div class="i1">True Love and Wit thus learned him to indite.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"As the mild lamb runs forth from shepherd's fold,</div> - <div class="i0">By ravenous wolves is caught and made a prey:</div> - <div class="i0">So is my Sense, by which Love taketh hold,</div> - <div class="i0">Tormented more than any tongue can say.</div> - <div class="i1">The difference is, they tortured so, do die!</div> - <div class="i1">I feed the torment breeds my misery.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Consumed by her I live, such is her glory!</div> - <div class="i0">Despised of her I love, I more adore her!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll ne'er write ought, but of her virtue's story!</div> - <div class="i0">Beauty unblasted is the eye's rich storer,</div> - <div class="i1">If I should die, O who would ring love's knell?"</div> - <div class="i1">Faint not, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>! Wise men love not so well!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Like heaven's artist, the astronomer,</div> - <div class="i0">Gazing on stars, oft to the earth doth fall:</div> - <div class="i0">So I, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, now Lover's Harbinger,</div> - <div class="i0">Am quite condemned to Love's funeral!</div> - <div class="i1">Who falls by women, by them oft doth rise;</div> - <div class="i1">Ladies have lips to kiss, as well as eyes!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But tush, thou fool! thou lov'st all thou seest.</div> - <div class="i0">Who once thou lovest, thou should'st change her never!</div> - <div class="i0">Constant in love, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, see thou beest!</div> - <div class="i0">If thou hope comfort, Love but once, and ever!</div> - <div class="i1">"Fortune! O be so good to let me find</div> - <div class="i1">A lady living, of this constant mind!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O, I would wear her in my heart's heart-gore!</div> - <div class="i0">And place her on the continent of stars!</div> - <div class="i0">Think heaven and earth, like her had not one more!</div> - <div class="i0">Would fight for her till all my face were scars!</div> - <div class="i1">But if that women be such fickle Shees;</div> - <div class="i1">Men may be like them in infirmities!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> - <div class="i0">O no, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>! Women are not so</div> - <div class="i0">'Tis but their shadows, pictures merely painted!</div> - <div class="i0">Then turn poor lover! "O heaven! not to my woe!</div> - <div class="i0">Then to <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>!" With that word, he fainted.</div> - <div class="i1">Yet she that wounds, did heal. Like her, no heaven.</div> - <div class="i1">Odds in a man, a woman can make even!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O my <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>! Let me write that down!</div> - <div class="i0">O sweet <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>! Nature made thee sweet!</div> - <div class="i0">O kind <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>! Truth hath the surest ground!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll weep or laugh, so that our hearts may meet!"</div> - <div class="i1">Love is not always merry, nor still weeping:</div> - <div class="i1">A drop of each, Love's joys are sweets in sleeping.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Her name, in golden letters, on my breast I'll 'grave!</div> - <div class="i0">Around my temples, in a garland wear!</div> - <div class="i0">My Art shall be, her favour for to have!</div> - <div class="i0">My Learning still her honour high to rear!</div> - <div class="i1">My lips shall close but to her sacred name!</div> - <div class="i1">My tongue be silent but to spread her fame!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"In woods, groves, hills, <span class="smcap">Vitullia's</span> name shall ring!</div> - <div class="i0">In meadows, orchards, gardens, sweetest and fair!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll learn the birds her name alone to sing!</div> - <div class="i0">All quires shall chant it in a heavenly air!</div> - <div class="i1">The Day shall be her Usher! Night, her Page!</div> - <div class="i1">Heaven, her Palace! and this Earth, her Stage!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Virgin's pure chasteness, in her eyes shall be!</div> - <div class="i0">Women, true love, from her true mind shall learn!</div> - <div class="i0">Widows, their mourning in her face shall see!</div> - <div class="i0">Children, their duty in her speech discern!</div> - <div class="i1">And all of them in love with each, but I:</div> - <div class="i1">Who fear her love, will make me fear to die!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"My Orisons are still to please this creature!</div> - <div class="i0">My Valour sleeps but when She is defended!</div> - <div class="i0">My Wits still jaded but when I praise her feature!</div> - <div class="i0">My Life is hers; in her begun and ended!</div> - <div class="i1">O happy day wherein I wear not willow!</div> - <div class="i1">Thrice blessed night, wherein her breast's my pillow!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"I'll serve her, as the Mistress of all Pleasure!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll love her, as the Goddess of my soul!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll keep her, as the Jewel of all treasure!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll live with her, yet out of <span class="smcap">Love's</span> control!</div> - <div class="i1">That all may know, I will not from her part,</div> - <div class="i1">I'll double lock her in my lips and heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">If e'er I sigh, it shall be for her pity!</div> - <div class="i0">If e'er I mourn, her funeral draws near!</div> - <div class="i0">If e'er I sing, her virtue is the ditty!</div> - <div class="i0">If e'er I smile, her beauty is the sphere!</div> - <div class="i1">All that I do, is that I may admire her!</div> - <div class="i1">All that I wish, is that I still desire her!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But peace, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>! Music is only sweet,</div> - <div class="i0">When without discord. A consort makes a heaven.</div> - <div class="i0">The ear is ravished when true voices meet.</div> - <div class="i0">Odds, but in music, never makes things even.</div> - <div class="i1">In voices' difference breeds a pleasant ditty,</div> - <div class="i1">In Love, a difference brings a scornful pity.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whose was the tongue, <span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span> defended?</div> - <div class="i0">Whose was the wit, <span class="smcap">Urania</span> did praise?</div> - <div class="i0">Whose were the lips, <span class="smcap">Artesia's</span> voice commended?</div> - <div class="i0">Whose was the heart loved all? all crowned with bays?</div> - <div class="i1">"Sure 'twas myself! What did I? O I tremble!</div> - <div class="i1">Yet I'll not weep! Wise men may love dissemble.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"Fie, no! Fond Love hath ever his reward!</div> - <div class="i0">A sea of tears! a world of sighs and groans!</div> - <div class="i0">Ah me! <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span> will have no regard</div> - <div class="i0">To ease my grief, and cure me of my moans;</div> - <div class="i1">If once her ear should hearken to that voice,</div> - <div class="i1">Relates my fortunes in Love's fickle choice.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But now, I will, their worth with hers declare,</div> - <div class="i0">That Truth by Error may have her true being;</div> - <div class="i0">Things good are lessened by the thing that's rare.</div> - <div class="i0">Beauty increaseth by a blackness seeing.</div> - <div class="i1">Whoso is fair and chaste, they, sure, are best!</div> - <div class="i1">Such is <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>! such are all the rest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"But she is fair, and chaste, and wise." What then,</div> - <div class="i0">So are they all, without a difference!</div> - <div class="i0">"She's fair, chaste, wise, and kind, yes, to all men."</div> - <div class="i0">The rest are so! Number makes Excellence.</div> - <div class="i1">"She's fair, chaste, wise, kind, rich, yet humble."</div> - <div class="i1">They three, her equal! Virtue can never stumble.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Vitullia</span> is the sun; they stars of night!"</div> - <div class="i0">Yet night is the bosom wherein the sun doth rest.</div> - <div class="i0">"The moon herself borrows of the sun's light,"</div> - <div class="i0">All by the stars take counsel to be blest.</div> - <div class="i1">The day's the sun, yet Cupid can it blind;</div> - <div class="i1">The stars at night, Sleep cures the troubled mind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"She is a rose, the fairer, so the sweeter!</div> - <div class="i0">She is a lute, whose belly tunes the music!</div> - <div class="i0">She is my prose, yet makes me speak all metre!</div> - <div class="i0">She is my life, yet sickens me with physic!</div> - <div class="i1">She is a virgin, that makes her a jewel!</div> - <div class="i1">She will not love me, therein She is cruel!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span> is like Sleep when one is weary</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Urania</span> is like a golden Slumber.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Artesia's</span> voice, like Dreams that make men merry.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>, like a Bed, all these encumber.</div> - <div class="i1">1. Sleep, 2. Slumber, 3. Dreams upon a 4. Bed are best;</div> - <div class="i1">First, Second, Third, but in the Fourth is blest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O but <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>, what? She's wondrous pretty!</div> - <div class="i0">O I, and what? so is She very fair!</div> - <div class="i0">O yes, and what? She's like herself most witty!</div> - <div class="i0">And yet, what is She? She is all but air!</div> - <div class="i1">What can earth be, but earth? So we are all!</div> - <div class="i1">Peace, then, my Muse! Opinion oft doth fall!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, I honour for humility!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Urania</span>, I reverence for her wit!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Artesia</span>, I adore for true agility!</div> - <div class="i0">Three Graces for the goddesses most fit.</div> - <div class="i1">Each of these gifts are blessed in their faces,</div> - <div class="i1">O, what's <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>, who hath all these Graces?"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">She is but a Lady! So are all the rest.</div> - <div class="i0">As pure, as sweet, as modest, yea as loyal;</div> - <div class="i0">Yes, She's the Shadow (shadows are the least!),</div> - <div class="i0">Which tells the Hour of Virtue by her dial.</div> - <div class="i1">By her, men see there is on earth a heaven!</div> - <div class="i1">By them, men know her virtues are matched even!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In praising all, much time he vainly spent,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet thought none worthy but <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>;</div> - <div class="i0">Then called to mind, he could not well repent</div> - <div class="i0">The love he bare the wise <span class="smcap">Urania</span>.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, <span class="smcap">Artesia</span>, all, such beauties had,</div> - <div class="i1">Which as they pleased him, made him well nigh mad.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, her beauty, his eyesight harmed!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Urania</span>, her wit, his tongue incensed!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Artesia</span>, her voice, his ears had charmed!</div> - <div class="i0">Thus poor <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> was, with love tormented.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Vitullia's</span> beauty, as he did impart,</div> - <div class="i1">The others' virtues vanquishèd his heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At length, he grew as in an ecstasy</div> - <div class="i0">'Twixt Love and Love, Whose beauty was the truer?</div> - <div class="i0">His thoughts thus diverse, as in a lunacy,</div> - <div class="i0">He starts and stares, to see Whose was the purer?</div> - <div class="i1">Oft treads a maze, runs, suddenly then stays,</div> - <div class="i1">Thus with himself, himself makes many frays.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now with his fingers, like a barber snaps!</div> - <div class="i0">Plays with the fire-pan, as it were a lute!</div> - <div class="i0">Unties his shoe-strings! Then his lips, he laps!</div> - <div class="i0">Whistles awhile, and thinks it is a flute!</div> - <div class="i1">At length, a glass presents it to his sight,</div> - <div class="i1">Where well he acts fond Love in Passions right.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His chin he strokes! swears "beardless men kiss best!"</div> - <div class="i0">His lips anoints, says "Ladies use such fashions!"</div> - <div class="i0">Spits on his napkin, terms that "the bathing jest."</div> - <div class="i0">Then on the dust, describes the Courtiers' Passion.</div> - <div class="i1">Then humble calls, "Though they do still aspire;</div> - <div class="i1">Ladies then fall, when Lords rise by desire."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then straddling goes, says, "Frenchmen fear no bears!"</div> - <div class="i0">Vows "he will travel to the Siege of Brest!"</div> - <div class="i0">Swears, "Captains, they do all against the hair!"</div> - <div class="i0">Protests "Tobacco is a smoke-dried jest!"</div> - <div class="i1">Takes up his pen for a tobacco pipe,</div> - <div class="i1">Thus all besmeared, each lip, the other wipe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span> - <div class="i0">His breath, he thinks the smoke! his tongue, a coal!</div> - <div class="i0">Then runs for bottle-ale to quench his thirst;</div> - <div class="i0">Runs to his ink-pot, drinks! then stops the hole!</div> - <div class="i0">And thus grows madder than he was at first.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Tasso</span> he finds, by that of <span class="smcap">Hamlet</span> thinks</div> - <div class="i1">Terms him a madman, then of his inkhorn drinks!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Calls players "fools! The Fool, he judgeth wiseth,</div> - <div class="i0">Will learn them action out of Chaucer's <em>Pander</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">Proves of their poets bawds, even in the highest,</div> - <div class="i0">Then drinks a health! and swears it is no slander."</div> - <div class="i1">Puts off his clothes! his shirt he only wears!</div> - <div class="i1">Much like mad <span class="smcap">Hamlet</span>, thus, as Passion tears!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Who calls me forth, from my distracted thought?</div> - <div class="i0">O Cerberus! if thou? I prithee speak!</div> - <div class="i0">Revenge, if thou? I was thy rival ought!</div> - <div class="i0">In purple gores, I'll make the ghosts to reek!</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>! O <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>, be thou still!</div> - <div class="i1">I'll have revenge, or harrow up my will!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"I'll fallow up the wrinkles of the earth!</div> - <div class="i0">Go down to hell, and knock at <span class="smcap">Pluto's</span> gate!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll turn the hills to valleys! make a dearth</div> - <div class="i0">Of virtuous honour to eternal Fate!</div> - <div class="i1">I'll beat the winds, and make the tides keep back!</div> - <div class="i1">Reign in the sea, that lovers have no wrack!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Yes, tell the Earth, 'It is a murderer!</div> - <div class="i0">Hath slain <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>!' O <span class="smcap">Vitullia's</span> dead!</div> - <div class="i0">I'll count blind <span class="smcap">Cupid</span> for a conjurer,</div> - <div class="i0">And with wild horses will I rend his head!</div> - <div class="i1">I, with a pickaxe, will pluck out his brains!</div> - <div class="i1">Laugh at this boy! ease lovers of much pains!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"O then, I'll fly! I'll swim! yet stay, and then</div> - <div class="i0">I'll ride the moon, and make the clouds my horse!</div> - <div class="i0">Make me a ladder of the heads of men,</div> - <div class="i0">Climb up to heaven! Yes, my tongue will force</div> - <div class="i1">To gods and angels! O, I'll never end,</div> - <div class="i1">Till for <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>, all my cries I spend!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Then I, like a Spirit of pure Innocence,</div> - <div class="i0">I'll be all white! and yet behold I'll cry</div> - <div class="i0">'Revenge!' O lovers! this my sufference;</div> - <div class="i0">Or else for love, for love, a soul must die!</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>! <span class="smcap">Urania</span>! <span class="smcap">Artesia</span>! so!—"</div> - <div class="i1">Heart rent in sunder, with these words of woe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"But soft, here comes! Who comes? and not calls out</div> - <div class="i0">Of rape and murder, love and villainy?</div> - <div class="i0">Stay, wretched man! Who runs? doth never doubt</div> - <div class="i0">It is thy soul! thy Saint! thy deity!</div> - <div class="i1">Then call the birds to ring a mourning Knell,</div> - <div class="i1">For mad <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, who doth love so well!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"O sing a song, parted in parcels three,</div> - <div class="i0">I'll bear the burden still of all your grief;</div> - <div class="i0">Who is all Woe, can tune his misery</div> - <div class="i0">To discontents; but not to his relief.</div> - <div class="i1">O kiss her! kiss her! And yet do not do so!</div> - <div class="i1">They bring some joy, but with short joys, long woe!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Upon his knees, "O goddesses behold</div> - <div class="i0">A caitiff wretch bemoaning his mishap!</div> - <div class="i0">If ever pity were hired without gold,</div> - <div class="i0">Lament <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, once in Fortune's lap!</div> - <div class="i1">Lament <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, whose good deeds now slumber!</div> - <div class="i1">Lament a lover, whose woe no tongue can number!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"My woes—" There did he stay, fell to the ground,</div> - <div class="i0">Rightly divided into blood and tears,</div> - <div class="i0">As if those words had given a mortal wound,</div> - <div class="i0">So lay he foaming, with the weight of cares.</div> - <div class="i1">Who this had seen, and seeing had not wept,</div> - <div class="i1">Their hearts were, sure, from crosses ever kept!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Ladies all, who late from hunting came,</div> - <div class="i0">Untimely came to view this Map of Sorrow.</div> - <div class="i0">Surely all wept! and sooth it was no shame,</div> - <div class="i0">For, from his grief, the world might truly borrow:</div> - <div class="i1">As he lay speechless grovelling, all undressed;</div> - <div class="i1">So they stood weeping, Silence was their best.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> with these Ladies bare a part,</div> - <div class="i0">And much bemoaned him, though he knew not why;</div> - <div class="i0">But kind compassion struck him to the heart,</div> - <div class="i0">To see him mad. Much better see one die!</div> - <div class="i1">Thus walks <span class="smcap">Ismenio</span>, and yet oft did pause,</div> - <div class="i1">At length, a writing made him know the cause.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He read, till words, like thunder, pierced his heart;</div> - <div class="i0">He sighed, till Sorrow seemed itself to mourn;</div> - <div class="i0">He wept till tears like ysacles [<em>icicles</em>] did part,</div> - <div class="i0">He pitied so, that pity, hate did scorn.</div> - <div class="i1">He read to sigh, and weep for pity's sake;</div> - <div class="i1">The less he read, the less his heart did quake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At length resolved, he up the writing takes</div> - <div class="i0">And to the Ladies travails as with child;</div> - <div class="i0">The birth was Love, such love as discord makes,</div> - <div class="i0">The midwife Patience; thus in words full mild,</div> - <div class="i1">He writ with tears that which with blood was writ;</div> - <div class="i1">The more he read, the more they pitied it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span> - <div class="i0">They look upon <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, he not seeing:</div> - <div class="i0">And wondered at him, but his sense was parted.</div> - <div class="i0">They loved him much, though little was his being,</div> - <div class="i0">And sought to cure him, though he was faint-hearted,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> thus, with speed resolves to ease him;</div> - <div class="i1">By a sweet song, his sister should appease him!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> was resolved he would be eased,</div> - <div class="i0">And was resolved of no means but by Music,</div> - <div class="i0">Which is so heavenly that it hath released</div> - <div class="i0">The danger oft, not to be cured by physic.</div> - <div class="i1">Her tongue and hand thus married together,</div> - <div class="i1">Could not but please him, who so loved either.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But first before his madness were allayed,</div> - <div class="i0">They offered incense at <span class="smcap">Diana's</span> shrine,</div> - <div class="i0">And much besought her, now to be apaid;</div> - <div class="i0">Which was soon granted to these saints divine:</div> - <div class="i1">Yet so, that mad <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> must agree</div> - <div class="i1">Never to love, but live in chastity.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus they adjured him, by the gods on high,</div> - <div class="i0">Never henceforth to shoot with <span class="smcap">Cupid's</span> quiver!</div> - <div class="i0">Nor love to feign: for there's no remedy,</div> - <div class="i0">If once relapsed, then was he mad for ever!</div> - <div class="i1">Tortured <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, now a sign did make;</div> - <div class="i1">And kind <span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> this did undertake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then 'gan <span class="smcap">Artesia</span> to play upon her lute,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose voice sang sweetly, now a mourning ditty;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Love</span> her admired, though he that loved were mute,</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cupid</span> himself feared he should sue for pity.</div> - <div class="i1">O wondrous virtue! Words spoken are but wind;</div> - <div class="i1">But sung to Prick Song, they are joys divine!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span> - <div class="i0">I heard her sing, but still methought I dreamed.</div> - <div class="i0">I heard her play, but I methought did sleep.</div> - <div class="i0">The Day and Night, till now, were never weaned.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Venus</span> and <span class="smcap">Dian</span> ravished, both did weep.</div> - <div class="i1">They which each hated, now agreed to say</div> - <div class="i1">This was the goddess both of night and day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My heart and ears, so ravished with the voice</div> - <div class="i0">I still forgot, what still I heard her sing:</div> - <div class="i0">The tune, surely, of Sonnets, this was all the choice.</div> - <div class="i0">Poets do keep it as a charming thing.</div> - <div class="i1">What think you of the joys that <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> had,</div> - <div class="i1">When for such music, I would still be mad!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The birds came chirping to the windows round,</div> - <div class="i0">And so stood still, as if they ravished were;</div> - <div class="i0">Beasts forth the forest came, brought with the sound;</div> - <div class="i0">The lion laid him down as if in fear.</div> - <div class="i1">The fishes in fresh rivers swam to shore;</div> - <div class="i1">Yea, had not Nature stayed them, had done more.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This was a sight, whose eyes had never seen;</div> - <div class="i0">This was a voice, such music ne'er was heard;</div> - <div class="i0">This Paradise was it, where who had been,</div> - <div class="i0">Might well have thought of hell, and not afeard.</div> - <div class="i1">Sure, hell itself was heaven, in this sphere,</div> - <div class="i1">Madmen, wild beasts, and all here tamèd were.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Like as a king, his chair of state ascendeth,</div> - <div class="i0">Being newly made a god upon the earth,</div> - <div class="i0">In state amounts, till step by step he endeth,</div> - <div class="i0">Thinks it to heaven a true-ascending birth.</div> - <div class="i1">So hies <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, on his legs and feet,</div> - <div class="i1">As if <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> now some god should meet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> - <div class="i0">He looks upon himself, not without wonder.</div> - <div class="i0">He wonders at himself, what he might be.</div> - <div class="i0">He laughs unto himself: thinks he's aslumber.</div> - <div class="i0">He weeps unto himself, himself to see.</div> - <div class="i1">And sure to hear and see what he had done</div> - <div class="i1">Might make him swear but now the world begun.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fully revived, at last <span class="smcap">Artesia</span> ceased,</div> - <div class="i0">When birds and beasts so hideous noise did make,</div> - <div class="i0">That almost all turned fury, fear was the least;</div> - <div class="i0">Yea, such a fear as forced them cry and quake;</div> - <div class="i1">Till that <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, more of reason had</div> - <div class="i1">Than they which moaned him, lately being mad.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He with more joy than words could well declare,</div> - <div class="i0">And with more words than his new tongue could tell,</div> - <div class="i0">Did strive to speak (such was his love and care</div> - <div class="i0">Thus to be thankful); but yet knew not well</div> - <div class="i1">Whether his tongue (not tuned unto his heart),</div> - <div class="i1">Or modest silence, would best act his part?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But speak he will! Then give attentive ear</div> - <div class="i0">To hear him tell a woful lover's story!</div> - <div class="i0">His hands and eyes to heaven up did he rear,</div> - <div class="i0">Grief taught him speech, though he to speak were sorry.</div> - <div class="i1">But whatsoever be a Lover's Passion,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> speaks his, in a mourning fashion.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As o'er the mountains walks the wandering soul,</div> - <div class="i0">Seeking for rest in his unresting spirit,</div> - <div class="i0">So good <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, thinking to enrol</div> - <div class="i0">Himself in grace, by telling of Love's merit</div> - <div class="i1">Was so distracted, how he should commend it,</div> - <div class="i1">Where he began, he wished still to end it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, my eyes are hers in right!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Urania</span>, my tongue is as her due!</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Artesia</span>, my ears to her I 'dite!</div> - <div class="i0">My heart to each! and yet my heart to you,</div> - <div class="i1">To you, <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span>! to you, and all the rest,</div> - <div class="i1">Who once me cursed, now to make me blest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"1 Beauty and 2 Wit, did 1 wound and 2 pierce my heart,</div> - <div class="i0">3 Music and 4 Favour, 3 gained and 4 kept it sure:</div> - <div class="i0">Love led by Fancy to the 4 last I part,</div> - <div class="i0">Love led by Reason to the 1 first is truer.</div> - <div class="i1">1 Beauty and 2 Wit first conquered, made me yield,</div> - <div class="i1">3 Music and 4 Favour rescued got the field.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"To 2 Wit and 1 Beauty, my first love I give!</div> - <div class="i0">3 Music and 4 Favours, my second love have gained!</div> - <div class="i0">All made me mad, and all did me relieve,</div> - <div class="i0">Though one recured me, when I was sustained.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus, troth to say, to All I love did owe;</div> - <div class="i1">Therefore to All my love I ever vow!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus to the first 1 and 2, his right hand he did tender:</div> - <div class="i0">His left hand to the 3 and 4; last most lovingly 4.</div> - <div class="i0">His tongue kind thanks, first to the last did render,</div> - <div class="i0">The whiles his looks were bent indifferently.</div> - <div class="i1">Thus he salutes All: and to increase his blisses,</div> - <div class="i1">From lip to lip, each Lady now he kisses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> in humble wise salutes he,</div> - <div class="i0">With gracious language he returns his heart,</div> - <div class="i0">His words so sweetly to his tongue now suits he,</div> - <div class="i0">As what he speaks shew Learning with good Art.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> pleased <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span>, <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> All;</div> - <div class="i1"><em>When love gains love for love, this Love we call!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Urania</span> now bethought what was protested</div> - <div class="i0">By young <span class="smcap">Ismenio</span> at <span class="smcap">Diana's</span> shrine,</div> - <div class="i0">Conjured <span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> that, no more he jested</div> - <div class="i0">With Love or Fancy! for they were Divine:</div> - <div class="i1">And if he did, that there they all would pray</div> - <div class="i1">He still might live in love, both night and day!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This grieved him much (but folly 'twere to grieve!)</div> - <div class="i0">His now obedience shewed his own free will.</div> - <div class="i0">He swore "he would not love, in shew, achieve!</div> - <div class="i0">But live a virgin, chaste and spotless still.</div> - <div class="i1">Which said, such music suddenly delighted,</div> - <div class="i1">As all were ravished, and yet all affrighted.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here parted all, not without joy and sadness.</div> - <div class="i0">Some wept, some smiled; a world it was to hear them!</div> - <div class="i0">Both springs here met. Woe here was clothed with gladness.</div> - <div class="i0">Heaven was their comfort. It alone did cheer them.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Daiphantus</span> from these springs, some fruit did gather.</div> - <div class="i1">Experience is an infant, though an ancient father!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Sweet Lady! know the Soul looks through our eyesights!</div> - <div class="i0">Content lives not in shews or beauty seeing!</div> - <div class="i0">Peace, not from number, nor strength in high spirits!</div> - <div class="i0">Joy dies with Virtue, yet lives in Virtue's being!</div> - <div class="i1">Beauty is masked, where Virtue is not hidden!</div> - <div class="i1">Man still desires that fruit, he's most forbidden!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Jewels, for virtue, not for beauty prized!</div> - <div class="i0">What's seldom seen breeds wonder, we admire it!</div> - <div class="i0">King's lines are rare, and therefore well advised.</div> - <div class="i0">Wise men, not often talk, Fools still desire it.</div> - <div class="i1">Women are books! Kept close, they hold much treasure;</div> - <div class="i1">Unclasped, sweet ills! Most woe lies hid in pleasure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"Who studies Arts alike, can he prove Doctor?</div> - <div class="i0">Who surfeits, hardly lives! drunkards recover!</div> - <div class="i0">Whose will's his law, that conscience needs no Proctor!</div> - <div class="i0">When men turn beasts, look there for brutish lovers!</div> - <div class="i1">Those eyes are pore-blind, look equally on any</div> - <div class="i1">Though't be a virtue to hinder one by many.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Who gains by travel, lose Lordships for their Manors,</div> - <div class="i0">Must <span class="smcap">Tarquin</span> ravish some? Hell on that glory!</div> - <div class="i0">Whose life's in healths, death soonest gains those banners!</div> - <div class="i0">Lust still is punished, though Treason write the story!</div> - <div class="i1">A rolling eye, a globe, new worlds discover!</div> - <div class="i1">Who still wheels round is but a damnèd lover.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Doth Faith and Troth lie bathing? Is Lust, pleasure?</div> - <div class="i0">Can commons be as sweet as land enclosed?</div> - <div class="i0">Then virgin sin may well be counted pleasure!</div> - <div class="i0">Where such lords rule, who lives not ill-disposed!</div> - <div class="i1">True Love's a Phœnix, but One until it dies:</div> - <div class="i1">Lust is a Cockatrice in all, but in her eyes."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Here did he end more blessed than his wishes.</div> - <div class="i0">(Fame's at the high, when Love indites the Story)</div> - <div class="i0">The private life brings with it heavenly blisses.</div> - <div class="i0">Sweet Contemplation much increaseth glory.</div> - <div class="i1">I'll leave him to the learning of Love's spell!</div> - <div class="i1">"Better part friends, that follow fiends to hell!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ismenio</span>, with <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span> went together,</div> - <div class="i0">Perhaps both wounded with blind <span class="smcap">Cupid's</span> dart;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet durst they not relate their love to either,</div> - <div class="i0">Love if once pitied, pierceth to the heart:</div> - <div class="i1">But, sure, <span class="smcap">Vitullia</span> is so fair a mark,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Cupid</span> would court her, though but by the dark.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Artesia</span>, she must go, the more She's grieved,</div> - <div class="i0">To churlish <span class="smcap">Strymon</span>, her adopted Mate;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cupid</span>, though blind, yet pitied and relieved</div> - <div class="i0">This modest Lady with some happy fate.</div> - <div class="i1">For what but Virtue, which doth all good nourish,</div> - <div class="i1">Could brook her fortunes, much less love and cherish.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eurialæ</span>, with good <span class="smcap">Urania</span> stayed,</div> - <div class="i0">Where Virtue dwells, they only had their being;</div> - <div class="i0">Beauty and Wit still fear, are not dismayed,</div> - <div class="i0">For where they dwell, Love ever will be prying.</div> - <div class="i1">These two were one. All good, each could impart.</div> - <div class="i1">One was their fortune, and one was their heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Beauty and Virtue were true friends to either.</div> - <div class="i0">Heaven is the sphere where all men seek for glory.</div> - <div class="i0">Earth is the grave where sinners join together.</div> - <div class="i0">Hell keeps the book, enrols each lustful story.</div> - <div class="i1">Live as we will, Death makes, of all conclusion:</div> - <div class="i1">Die then to live! or life is thy confusion.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Beauty and Wit in these, fed on Affection.</div> - <div class="i0">Labour and Industry were their twins of life.</div> - <div class="i0">Love and True Bounty were in their subjection,</div> - <div class="i0">Their bodies, with their spirits, had no strife.</div> - <div class="i1">Such were these two, as grace did them defend:</div> - <div class="i1">Such are these two, as with these two I end.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><em class="gespert">FINIS.</em></p> - -<p class="center"><i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Non Amori sed Virtuti.</i></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><em>The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage.</em></h2> - -<p class="p3">Supposed to be written by one at -the point of death.</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i403_dropg.jpg" width="120" alt="G" /> -</span> - <div class="i8">I<span class="smcap">ve</span> me my Scalop Shell of quiet,</div> - <div class="i8">My Staff of faith to walk upon,</div> - <div class="i8">My Scrip of joy, immortal diet!</div> - <div class="i8">My Bottle of salvation,</div> - <div class="i8">My Gown of glory, hope's true gage,</div> - <div class="i8">And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Blood must be my body's balmer,</div> - <div class="i0">No other balm will there be given!</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst my Soul, like a white Palmer,</div> - <div class="i0">Travels to the land of heaven,</div> - <div class="i0">Over the silver mountains,</div> - <div class="i0">Where spring the nectar fountains:</div> - <div class="i0">And there I'll kiss</div> - <div class="i0">The bowl of bliss,</div> - <div class="i0">And drink my eternal fill</div> - <div class="i0">On every milken hill!</div> - <div class="i0">My Soul will be a dry before;</div> - <div class="i0">But, after it, will ne'er thirst more!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And by the happy blissful way,</div> - <div class="i0">More peaceful pilgrims I shall see</div> - <div class="i0">That have shook off their gowns of clay,</div> - <div class="i0">And go apparelled fresh like me.</div> - <div class="i0">I'll bring them first</div> - <div class="i0">To slake their thirst,</div> - <div class="i0">And then to taste those nectar suckets</div> - <div class="i0">At the clear wells</div> - <div class="i0">Where sweetness dwells,</div> - <div class="i0">Drawn up by Saints in crystal buckets.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And when our bottles and all we,</div> - <div class="i0">Are filled with immortality,</div> - <div class="i0">Then the holy paths we'll travel,</div> - <div class="i0">Strewed with rubies thick as gravel,</div> - <div class="i0">Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,</div> - <div class="i0">High walls of coral, and pearl bowers.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">From thence, to Heaven's bribeless Hall,</div> - <div class="i0">Where no corrupted voices brawl.</div> - <div class="i0">No conscience molten into gold;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor forged accusers bought and sold.</div> - <div class="i0">No cause deferred, nor vain spent journey;</div> - <div class="i0">For there, <span class="smcap">Christ</span> is the King's Attorney,</div> - <div class="i0">Who pleads for all without degrees;</div> - <div class="i0">And he hath angels, but no fees!</div> - <div class="i0">When the grand twelve million Jury,</div> - <div class="i0">Of our sins and sinful fury,</div> - <div class="i0">'Gainst our souls, black verdicts give:</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Christ</span> pleads his death, and then we live!</div> - <div class="i0">Be thou, my speaker, taintless Pleader!</div> - <div class="i0">Unblotted Lawyer! true Proceeder!</div> - <div class="i0">Thou movest salvation, even for alms!</div> - <div class="i0">Not with a bribèd lawyer's palms.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And this is my eternal Plea,</div> - <div class="i0">To Him that made heaven, earth, and sea;</div> - <div class="i0">Seeing my flesh must die so soon,</div> - <div class="i0">And want a head to dine next noon;</div> - <div class="i0">Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread,</div> - <div class="i0">Set on my Soul, an everlasting head!</div> - <div class="i0">Then am I ready, like a Palmer fit</div> - <div class="i0">To tread those blest paths, which before I writ.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p6"><em class="gespert">FINIS.</em></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2><a name="MICHAEL_DRAYTON" id="MICHAEL_DRAYTON"></a><span class="small80"><span class="smcap">Michael Drayton</span>.</span><br /> - -<em class="gespert">Odes.</em><br /> - -<span class="small80">[1606, and 1619.]</span></h2> - - -<p class="p5"><em>To the Reader.</em></p> - -<p><span class="figleft90"> -<img src="images/i405_dropo.jpg" width="90" alt="O" /></span>D<span class="smcap">es</span> I have called these, the first of my few Poems; -which how happy soever they prove, yet Criticism -itself cannot say, That the name is wrongfully -usurped. For (not to begin with Definitions, -against the Rule of Oratory; nor <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">ab ovo</i>, against -the Prescript of Poetry in a poetical argument: but somewhat -only to season thy palate with a slight description) -an Ode is known to have been properly a Song -moduled to the ancient harp: and neither too short-breathed, -as hastening to the end; nor composed of [the] -longest verses, as unfit for the sudden turns and lofty tricks -with which <span class="smcap">Apollo</span> used to menage it.</p> - -<p>They are, as the Learned say, divers:</p> - -<p>Some transcendently lofty; and far more high than the -Epic, commonly called the Heroic, Poem—witness those of the -inimitable <span class="smcap">Pindarus</span> consecrated to the glory and renown<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> -of such as returned in triumph from [the Games at] -Olympus, Elis, Isthmus, or the like.</p> - -<p>Others, among the Greeks, are amorous, soft, and made -for chambers; as others for theatres: as were <span class="smcap">Anacreon's</span>, -the very delicacies of the Grecian <span class="smcap">Erato</span>; which Muse -seemed to have been the Minion of that Teian old man, -which composed them.</p> - -<p>Of a mixed kind were <span class="smcap">Horace's</span>. And [we] may truly -therefore call these mixed; whatsoever else are mine: little -partaking of the high dialect of the first</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Though we be <em>all</em> to seek</div> - <div class="i0">Of <span class="smcap">Pindar</span>, that great Greek,</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>nor altogether of <span class="smcap">Anacreon</span>; the Arguments being amorous, -moral, or what else the Muse pleaseth.</p> - -<p>To write much in this kind neither know I how it will -relish: nor, in so doing, can I but injuriously presuppose -ignorance or sloth in thee; or draw censure upon myself -for sinning against the decorum of a Preface, by reading a -Lecture, where it is enough to sum the points. New they -are, and the work of Playing Hours: but what other commendation -is theirs, and whether inherent in the subject, -must be thine to judge.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>But to act the Go-Between of my Poems and thy applause, -is neither my modesty nor confidence: that, oftener than -once, have acknowledged thee, kind; and do not doubt -hereafter to do somewhat in which I shall not fear thee, -just. And would, at this time, also gladly let thee understand -what I think, above the rest, of the last Ode of the -number; or, if thou wilt, Ballad in my book. For both -the great Master of Italian rymes <span class="smcap">Petrarch</span>, and our -<span class="smcap">Chaucer</span>, and others of the Upper House of the Muses, -have thought their Canzons honoured in the title of a <em>Ballad</em>: -which for that I labour to meet truly therein with the old -English garb, I hope as ably to justify as the learned <span class="smcap">Colin -Clout</span> his <cite>Roundelay</cite>.</p> - -<p>Thus requesting thee, in thy better judgment, to correct -such faults as have escaped in the printing; I bid thee -farewell.</p> - -<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">M. Drayton.</span>]</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><em>ODES.</em><br /> - -<span class="small80">[1606.]</span></h2> - - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">ODE I.</h3> - -<p class="p1"><em>To Himself, and the Harp.</em></p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i407_dropa.jpg" width="120" alt="A" /> -</span> - <div class="i8">N<span class="smcap">d</span> why not I, as he</div> - <div class="i8">That's greatest, if as free,</div> - <div class="i9">(In sundry strains that strive,</div> - <div class="i8">Since there so many be),</div> - <div class="i9">Th' old Lyric kind revive?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0">I will, yea; and I may:</div> - <div class="i0">Who shall oppose my way?</div> - <div class="i1">For what is he alone,</div> - <div class="i0">That of himself can say,</div> - <div class="i1">He's Heir of Helicon.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Apollo</span> and the Nine</div> - <div class="i0">Forbid no man their shrine,</div> - <div class="i1">That cometh with hands pure;</div> - <div class="i0">Else, they be so divine,</div> - <div class="i1">They will not him endure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For they be such coy things;</div> - <div class="i0">That they care not for Kings,</div> - <div class="i1">And dare let them know it:</div> - <div class="i0">Nor may he touch their Springs</div> - <div class="i1">That is not born a Poet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Pyrenæus</span>, -King of Phocis -attempting to -ravish the -Muses.</div> - <div class="i0">The Phocean it did prove,</div> - <div class="i0">Whom when foul lust did move</div> - <div class="i1">Those Maids, unchaste to make;</div> - <div class="i0">Fell as with them he strove,</div> - <div class="i1">His neck and justly brake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span> - <div class="i0">That instrument ne'er heard,</div> - <div class="i0">Struck by the skilful Bard,</div> - <div class="i1">It strongly to awake;</div> - <div class="i0">But it th' infernals scared,</div> - <div class="i1">And made Olympus quake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="sidenote">I Samuel xvi.</div> - <div class="i0">As those prophetic strings,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose sounds with fiery wings</div> - <div class="i1">Drave fiends from their abode;</div> - <div class="i0">Touched by the best of Kings,</div> - <div class="i1">That sang the holy Ode.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Orpheus</span> the -Thracian Poet. -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Caput, Hebre, -lyramque -excipis, &c.</i> -<span class="smcap">Ovid</span>. -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Metam.</i> xi.</div> - - <div class="i0">So his, which women slew:</div> - <div class="i0">And it int' Hebrus threw;</div> - <div class="i1">Such sounds yet forth it sent,</div> - <div class="i0">The banks to weep that drew,</div> - <div class="i1">As down the stream it went.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Mercury</span>, -inventor of the -harp, as <span class="smcap">Horace</span>. -Ode 10, Lib. I., -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">curvæque lyræ -parentem</i>.</div> - - <div class="i0">That by the tortoise shell,</div> - <div class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Maya's</span> son it fell,</div> - <div class="i1">The most thereof not doubt:</div> - <div class="i0">But sure some Power did dwell</div> - <div class="i1">In him who found it out.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The wildest of the field,</div> - <div class="i0">And air, with rivers t' yield,</div> -<div class="sidenote">Thebes feigned -to have been -raised by music.</div> - <div class="i1">Which moved; that sturdy glebes,</div> - <div class="i0">And mossy oaks could wield,</div> - <div class="i1">To raise the piles of Thebes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And diversely though strung,</div> - <div class="i0">So anciently We sung</div> - <div class="i1">To it; that now scarce known,</div> - <div class="i0">If first it did belong</div> - <div class="i1">To Greece, or if our own.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote">The ancient -British Priests, -so called of their -abode in woods.</div> - - <div class="i0">The Druids embrued</div> - <div class="i0">With gore, on altars rude</div> - <div class="i1">With sacrifices crowned,</div> - <div class="i0">In hollow woods bedewed,</div> - <div class="i1">Adored the trembling sound.</div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> - -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span> - -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Pindar</span>, Prince -of the Greek -Lyrics, of whom -<span class="smcap">Horace</span>, -<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">PINDARUM -quisquis studet, -&c.</i> Ode 2, Lib. -IV.</div> - - <div class="i1">Though we be <em>all</em> to seek</div> - <div class="i1">Of <span class="smcap">Pindar</span>, that great Greek,</div> - <div class="i1">To finger it aright;</div> - <div class="i0">The soul with power to strike:</div> - <div class="i1">His hand retained such might.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Horace</span>, first of -the Romans in -that kind.</div> - - <div class="i0">Or him that Rome did grace,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose Airs we all embrace:</div> - <div class="i1">That scarcely found his peer;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor giveth <span class="smcap">Phœbus</span> place,</div> - <div class="i1">For strokes divinely clear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote">The Irish Harp.</div> - - <div class="i0">The Irish I admire,</div> - <div class="i0">And still cleave to that Lyre</div> - <div class="i1">As our Music's mother:</div> - <div class="i0">And think, till I expire,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Apollo's</span> such another.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As Britons that so long</div> - <div class="i0">Have held this antique Song;</div> - <div class="i1">And let all our carpers</div> - <div class="i0">Forbear their fame to wrong:</div> - <div class="i1">Th'are right skilful harpers.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Soowthern</span>, an -English Lyric. -[His -<cite>PANDORA</cite> -was published in -1584.]</div> - - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Soowthern</span>, I long thee spare;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet wish thee well to fare,</div> - <div class="i1">Who me pleasedst greatly:</div> - <div class="i0">As first, therefore more rare,</div> - <div class="i1">Handling thy harp neatly.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To those that with despite</div> - <div class="i0">Shall term these Numbers slight;</div> - <div class="i1">Tell them, Their judgment's blind!</div> - <div class="i0">Much erring from the right.</div> - <div class="i1">It is a noble kind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor is 't the Verse doth make,</div> - <div class="i0">That giveth, or doth take:</div> - <div class="i1">'Tis possible to climb,</div> -<div class="sidenote">An old English -Rhymer.</div> - <div class="i0">To kindle, or to slake;</div> - <div class="i1">Although in <span class="smcap">Skelton's</span> rhyme.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h3>ODE 2.</h3> - -<p class="p1"><em>To the New Year.</em></p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i410_dropr.jpg" width="90" alt="R" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">I<span class="smcap">ch</span> statue double faced!</div> - <div class="i6">With marble temples graced,</div> - <div class="i7">To raise thy godhead higher;</div> - <div class="i6">In flames where, altars shining,</div> - <div class="i6">Before thy Priests divining,</div> - <div class="i7">Do od'rous fumes expire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Great <span class="smcap">Janus</span>, I thy pleasure,</div> - <div class="i0">With all the Thespian treasure,</div> - <div class="i1">Do seriously pursue:</div> - <div class="i0">To th' passed year returning,</div> - <div class="i0">As though the Old adjourning;</div> - <div class="i1">Yet bringing in the New.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thy ancient Vigils yearly,</div> - <div class="i0">I have observèd clearly;</div> - <div class="i1">Thy Feasts yet smoking be!</div> - <div class="i0">Since all thy store abroad is;</div> - <div class="i0">Give something to my goddess,</div> - <div class="i1">As hath been used by thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Give her th' Eoan Brightness!</div> - <div class="i0">Winged with that subtle lightness</div> - <div class="i1">That doth transpierce the air;</div> - <div class="i0">The Roses of the Morning!</div> - <div class="i0">The rising heaven adorning,</div> - <div class="i1">To mesh with flames of hair;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Those ceaseless Sounds, above all,</div> - <div class="i0">Made by those orbs that move all;</div> - <div class="i1">And ever swelling there:</div> - <div class="i0">Wrapped up in Numbers flowing,</div> - <div class="i0">Them actually bestowing</div> - <div class="i1">For jewels at her ear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span> - <div class="i0">O rapture great and holy,</div> - <div class="i0">Do thou transport me wholly</div> - <div class="i1">So well her form to vary!</div> - <div class="i0">That I aloft may bear her</div> - <div class="i0">Where as I will insphere her</div> - <div class="i1">In regions high and starry.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And in my choice Composures,</div> - <div class="i0">The soft and easy Closures</div> - <div class="i1">So amorously shall meet,</div> - <div class="i0">That every lively Ceasure</div> - <div class="i0">Shall tread a perfect measure,</div> - <div class="i1">Set on so equal feet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That spray to fame so fert'le,</div> - <div class="i0">The lover-crowning myrtle,</div> - <div class="i1">In wreaths of mixèd boughs;</div> - <div class="i0">Within whose shades are dwelling</div> - <div class="i0">Those beauties most excelling,</div> - <div class="i1">Enthroned upon her brows.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Those parallels so even,</div> - <div class="i0">Drawn on the face of heaven,</div> - <div class="i1">That curious Art supposes;</div> - <div class="i0">Direct those gems, whose clearness</div> - <div class="i0">Far off amaze by nearness,</div> - <div class="i1">Each globe such fire encloses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her bosom full of blisses,</div> - <div class="i0">By Nature made for kisses;</div> - <div class="i1">So pure and wondrous clear:</div> - <div class="i0">Where as a thousand Graces</div> - <div class="i0">Behold their lovely faces,</div> - <div class="i1">As they are bathing there.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O thou self-little Blindness!</div> - <div class="i0">The kindness of unkindness,</div> - <div class="i1">Yet one of those Divine:</div> - <div class="i0">Thy Brands to me were lever,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy Fascia, and thy Quiver,</div> - <div class="i1">And thou this Quill of mine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span> - <div class="i0">This heart so freshly bleeding,</div> - <div class="i0">Upon its own self feeding;</div> - <div class="i1">Whose wounds still dropping be:</div> - <div class="i0">O Love, thyself confounding,</div> - <div class="i0">Her coldness so abounding,</div> - <div class="i1">And yet such heat in me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet, if I be inspirèd,</div> - <div class="i0">I'll leave thee so admirèd</div> - <div class="i1">To all that shall succeed;</div> - <div class="i0">That were they more than many,</div> - <div class="i0">'Mongst all there is not any</div> - <div class="i1">That Time so oft shall read.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nor adamant ingravèd,</div> - <div class="i0">That hath been choicely savèd,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Idea's</span> name outwears:</div> - <div class="i0">So large a dower as this is;</div> - <div class="i0">The greatest often misses,</div> - <div class="i1">The diadem that bears.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 3.</h3> - -<p class="p1">[<em><span class="smcap">To Cupid.</span></em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i412_dropm.jpg" width="90" alt="M" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">A<span class="smcap">idens</span>, why spare ye?</div> - <div class="i6">Or whether not dare ye</div> - <div class="i7">Correct the blind Shooter?'</div> - <div class="i6">"Because wanton <span class="smcap">Venus</span>,</div> - <div class="i6">So oft that doth pain us,</div> - <div class="i7">Is her son's tutor.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Now in the Spring,</div> - <div class="i0">He proveth his wing;</div> - <div class="i1">The field is his Bower:</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And as the small bee,</div> - <div class="i0">About flyeth he,</div> - <div class="i1">From flower to flower.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"And wantonly roves</div> - <div class="i0">Abroad in the groves,</div> - <div class="i1">And in the air hovers;</div> - <div class="i0">Which when it him deweth,</div> - <div class="i0">His feathers he meweth</div> - <div class="i1">In sighs of true Lovers.</div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"And since doomed by Fate</div> - <div class="i0">(That well knew his hate)</div> - <div class="i1">That he should be blind;</div> - <div class="i0">For very despite,</div> - <div class="i0">Our eyes be his White:</div> - <div class="i1">So wayward his kind!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"If his shafts losing</div> - <div class="i0">(Ill his mark choosing)</div> - <div class="i1">Or his bow broken;</div> - <div class="i0">The moan <span class="smcap">Venus</span> maketh,</div> - <div class="i0">And care that she taketh,</div> - <div class="i1">Cannot be spoken.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"To <span class="smcap">Vulcan</span> commending</div> - <div class="i0">Her love; and straight sending</div> - <div class="i1">Her doves and her sparrows,</div> - <div class="i0">With kisses, unto him:</div> - <div class="i0">And all but to woo him</div> - <div class="i1">To make her son arrows.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Telling what he hath done;</div> - <div class="i0">Saith she,'Right mine own son!'</div> - <div class="i1">In her arms she him closes.</div> - <div class="i0">Sweets on him fans,</div> - <div class="i0">Laid in down of her swans;</div> - <div class="i1">His sheets, leaves of roses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span> - <div class="i0">"And feeds him with kisses;</div> - <div class="i0">Which oft when he misses,</div> - <div class="i1">He ever is froward.</div> - <div class="i0">The mother's o'erjoying</div> - <div class="i0">Makes, by much coying,</div> - <div class="i1">The child so untoward."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><em>Yet in a fine net,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>That a spider set,</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>The Maidens had caught him.</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>Had she not been near him,</em></div> - <div class="i0"><em>And chancèd to hear him;</em></div> - <div class="i1"><em>More good they had taught him!</em></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="p1"><em>To my worthy friend Master <span class="smcap">John Savage</span> -of the Inner Temple.</em></p> - -<h3 style="page-break-before: avoid;">ODE 4.</h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i414_dropu.jpg" width="90" alt="U" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">P<span class="smcap">on</span> this sinful earth,</div> - <div class="i7">If Man can happy be,</div> - <div class="i6">And higher than his birth,</div> - <div class="i7">Friend, take him thus of me:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whom promise not deceives,</div> - <div class="i1">That he the breach should rue;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor constant reason leaves</div> - <div class="i1">Opinion to pursue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To raise his mean estate,</div> - <div class="i1">That soothes no Wanton's sin:</div> - <div class="i0">Doth that preferment hate,</div> - <div class="i1">That virtue doth not win</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Nor bravery doth admire:</div> - <div class="i1">Nor doth more love profess</div> - <div class="i0">To that he doth desire,</div> - <div class="i1">Than that he doth possess.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Loose humour nor to please,</div> - <div class="i1">That neither spares nor spends;</div> - <div class="i0">But by discretion weighs</div> - <div class="i1">What is to needful ends.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To him deserving not,</div> - <div class="i1">Not yielding: nor doth hold</div> - <div class="i0">What is not his: doing what</div> - <div class="i1">He ought, not what he could.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whom the base tyrants' will</div> - <div class="i1">So much could never awe</div> - <div class="i0">As him, for good or ill,</div> - <div class="i1">From honesty to draw.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whose constancy doth rise</div> - <div class="i1">'Bove undeservèd spite;</div> - <div class="i0">Whose valuers to despise</div> - <div class="i1">That most doth him delight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That early leave doth take</div> - <div class="i1">Of th' World, though to his pain,</div> - <div class="i0">For Virtue's only sake;</div> - <div class="i1">And not till need constrain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">No man can be so free,</div> - <div class="i1">Though in imperial seat;</div> - <div class="i0">Nor eminent: as he</div> - <div class="i1">That deemeth nothing great.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h3>ODE 5.</h3> - -<p class="p1">[<em>An Amouret Anacreontic.</em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i416_dropm.jpg" width="90" alt="M" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">O<span class="smcap">st</span> good! most fair!</div> - <div class="i6">Or thing as rare!</div> - <div class="i6">To call you's lost;</div> - <div class="i6">For all the cost</div> - <div class="i6">Words can bestow</div> - <div class="i0">So poorly show</div> - <div class="i0">Upon your praise,</div> - <div class="i0">That all the ways</div> - <div class="i0">Sense hath, come short.</div> - <div class="i0">Whereby Report</div> - <div class="i0">Falls them under:</div> - <div class="i0">That when Wonder</div> - <div class="i0">More hath seized;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet not pleased</div> - <div class="i0">That it, in kind,</div> - <div class="i0">Nothing can find,</div> - <div class="i0">You to express.</div> - <div class="i0">Nevertheless</div> - <div class="i0">As by globes small</div> - <div class="i0">This mighty <em class="gesperrt">ALL</em></div> - <div class="i0">Is shewed, though far</div> - <div class="i0">From life; each star</div> - <div class="i0">A World being:</div> - <div class="i0">So we seeing</div> - <div class="i0">You, like as that,</div> - <div class="i0">Only trust what</div> - <div class="i0">Art doth us teach.</div> - <div class="i0">And when I reach</div> - <div class="i0">At Moral Things,</div> - <div class="i0">And that my strings</div> - <div class="i0">Gravely should strike;</div> - <div class="i0">Straight some mislike</div> - <div class="i0">Blotteth mine Ode;</div> - <div class="i0">As, with the Load,</div> - <div class="i0">The Steel we touch:</div> - <div class="i0">Forced ne'er so much;</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Yet still removes</div> - <div class="i0">To that it loves,</div> - <div class="i0">Till there it stays.</div> - <div class="i0">So to your praise</div> - <div class="i0">I turn ever:</div> - <div class="i0">And though never</div> - <div class="i0">From you moving;</div> - <div class="i0">Happy so loving.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 6.</h3> - -<p class="p1">[<em>Love's Conquest.</em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i417_dropw.jpg" width="90" alt="W" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">E<span class="smcap">r 't</span> granted me to choose,</div> - <div class="i6">How I would end my days,</div> - <div class="i7">Since I this life must lose;</div> - <div class="i6">It should be in your praise:</div> - <div class="i6">For there are no Bays</div> - <div class="i7">Can be set above You.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">S'impossibly I love You;</div> - <div class="i0">And for You sit so high</div> - <div class="i1">(Whence none may remove You)</div> - <div class="i0">In my clear Poesy,</div> - <div class="i0">That I oft deny</div> - <div class="i1">You so ample merit.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">The freedom of my spirit</div> - <div class="i0">Maintaining, still, my cause;</div> - <div class="i1">Your sex not to inherit,</div> - <div class="i0">Urging the Salic Laws:</div> - <div class="i0">But your virtue draws</div> - <div class="i1">From me every due.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Thus still You me pursue,</div> - <div class="i0">That nowhere I can dwell;</div> - <div class="i1">By fear made just to You,</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Who naturally rebel;</div> - <div class="i0">Of You that excel</div> - <div class="i1">That should I still endite.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1">Yet will You want some rite.</div> - <div class="i0">That lost in your high praise,</div> - <div class="i1">I wander to and fro;</div> - <div class="i0">As seeing sundry ways:</div> - <div class="i0">Yet which the right not know</div> - <div class="i1">To get out of this Maze.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 7.</h3> - -<p class="p1">[<em>An Ode written in the Peak.</em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i418_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">H<span class="smcap">is</span> while we are abroad,</div> - <div class="i7">Shall we not touch our Lyre?</div> - <div class="i6">Shall we not sing an Ode?</div> - <div class="i7">Shall that holy fire,</div> - <div class="i6">In us that strongly glowed,</div> - <div class="i7">In this cold air expire?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Long since the Summer laid</div> - <div class="i1">Her lusty bravery down;</div> - <div class="i0">The Autumn half is weighed,</div> - <div class="i1">And <span class="smcap">Boreas</span> 'gins to frown:</div> - <div class="i0">Since now I did behold</div> - <div class="i1">Great <span class="smcap">Brute's</span> first builded town.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Though in the utmost Peak,</div> - <div class="i1">A while we do remain;</div> - <div class="i0">Amongst the mountains bleak,</div> - <div class="i1">Exposed to sleet and rain:</div> - <div class="i0">No sport our hours shall break,</div> - <div class="i1">To exercise our vein.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span> - <div class="i0">What though bright <span class="smcap">Phœbus'</span> beams</div> - <div class="i1">Refresh the southern ground;</div> - <div class="i0">And though the princely Thames</div> - <div class="i1">With beauteous Nymphs abound;</div> - <div class="i0">And by old Camber's streams</div> - <div class="i1">Be many wonders found:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet many rivers clear</div> - <div class="i1">Here glide in silver swathes;</div> - <div class="i0">And what of all most dear,</div> - <div class="i1">Buxton's delicious baths,</div> - <div class="i0">Strong ale, and noble cheer,</div> - <div class="i1">T'assuage breem Winter's scathes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Those grim and horrid caves,</div> - <div class="i1">Whose looks affright the day;</div> - <div class="i0">Wherein nice Nature saves</div> - <div class="i1">What she would not bewray:</div> - <div class="i0">Our better leisure craves,</div> - <div class="i1">And doth invite our Lay.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In places far, or near,</div> - <div class="i1">Or famous, or obscure;</div> - <div class="i0">Where wholesome is the air,</div> - <div class="i1">Or where the most impure;</div> - <div class="i0">All times, and everywhere,</div> - <div class="i1">The Muse is still in ure.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 8.</h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i419_drops.jpg" width="90" alt="S" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">I<span class="smcap">ng</span> we the Rose!</div> - <div class="i6">Than which no flower there grows</div> - <div class="i10">Is sweeter;</div> - <div class="i8">And aptly her compare</div> - <div class="i6">With what in that is rare:</div> - <div class="i8">A parallel none meeter.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span> - <div class="i2">Or made posies,</div> - <div class="i0">Of this that encloses</div> - <div class="i2">Such blisses:</div> - <div class="i0">That naturally flusheth,</div> - <div class="i2">As she blusheth</div> - <div class="i0">When she is robbed of kisses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Or if strewed,</div> - <div class="i0">When with the morning dewed;</div> - <div class="i2">Or stilling;</div> - <div class="i0">Or how to sense exposed:</div> - <div class="i0">All which in her enclosed,</div> - <div class="i0">Each place with sweetness filling.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">That most renowned</div> - <div class="i0">By Nature richly crowned</div> - <div class="i2">With yellow;</div> - <div class="i0">Of that delicious lair:</div> - <div class="i0">And as pure her hair,</div> - <div class="i0">Unto the same the fellow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Fearing of harm;</div> - <div class="i0">Nature that flower doth arm</div> - <div class="i2">From danger:</div> - <div class="i0">The touch gives her offence,</div> - <div class="i0">But with reverence</div> - <div class="i0">Unto herself, a stranger.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">The red, or white,</div> - <div class="i0">Or mixed, the sense delight,</div> - <div class="i2">Beholding,</div> - <div class="i0">In her complexion:</div> - <div class="i0">All which perfection,</div> - <div class="i0">Such harmony infolding,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">That divided,</div> - <div class="i0">Ere it was decided</div> - <div class="i2">Which most pure,</div> - <div class="i0">Began the grievous War</div> - <div class="i0">Of <span class="smcap">York</span> and <span class="smcap">Lancaster</span>,</div> - <div class="i0">That did many years endure.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span> - <div class="i2">Conflicts as great</div> - <div class="i0">As were in all that heat,</div> - <div class="i2">I sustain:</div> - <div class="i0">By her, as many hearts</div> - <div class="i0">As men on either parts,</div> - <div class="i0">That with her eyes hath slain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">The Primrose flower,</div> - <div class="i0">The first of <span class="smcap">Flora's</span> bower</div> - <div class="i2">Is placed:</div> - <div class="i0">So is She first, as best:</div> - <div class="i0">Though excellent the rest;</div> - <div class="i0">All gracing, by none graced.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 9.</h3> - -<p class="p1">[<em>A Skeltoniad.</em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i421_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">H<span class="smcap">e</span> Muse should be sprightly;</div> - <div class="i6">Yet not handling lightly</div> - <div class="i6">Things grave: as much loath</div> - <div class="i6">Things that be slight, to cloathe</div> - <div class="i6">Curiously. To retain</div> - <div class="i0">The Comeliness in mean</div> - <div class="i0">Is true Knowledge and Wit.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor me forced rage doth fit,</div> - <div class="i0">That I thereto should lack</div> - <div class="i0">Tobacco, or need Sack;</div> - <div class="i0">Which to the colder brain</div> - <div class="i0">Is the true Hippocrene.</div> - <div class="i0">Nor did I ever care</div> - <div class="i0">For Great Fools, nor them spare.</div> - <div class="i0">Virtue, though neglected,</div> - <div class="i0">Is not so dejected</div> - <div class="i0">As vilely to descend</div> - <div class="i0">To low baseness, their end:</div> - <div class="i0">Neither each rhyming slave</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Deserves the name to have</div> - <div class="i0">Of Poet. So, the rabble</div> - <div class="i0">Of Fools, for the table,</div> - <div class="i0">That have their jests by heart,</div> - <div class="i0">As an Actor his part,</div> - <div class="i0">Might assume them chairs</div> - <div class="i0">Amongst the Muses' heirs.</div> - <div class="i0">Parnassus is not clomb</div> - <div class="i0">By every such Mome:</div> - <div class="i0">Up whose steep side who swerves,</div> - <div class="i0">It behoves t'have strong nerves.</div> - <div class="i0">My resolution such</div> - <div class="i0">How <em>well</em>, and not how <em>much</em>,</div> - <div class="i0">To write. Thus do I fare</div> - <div class="i0">Like some few good, that care</div> - <div class="i0">(The evil sort among)</div> - <div class="i0">How <em>well</em> to live, and not how <em>long</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 10.</h3> - -<p class="p1">[<em>His Defence against the idle Critic.</em>]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i422_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">H<span class="smcap">e</span> Ryme nor mars, nor makes;</div> - <div class="i6">Nor addeth it, nor takes,</div> - <div class="i7">From that which we propose:</div> - <div class="i6">Things imaginary</div> - <div class="i6">Do so strangely vary</div> - <div class="i7">That quickly we them lose.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And what's quickly begot,</div> - <div class="i0">As soon again is not;</div> - <div class="i1">This do I truly know.</div> - <div class="i0">Yea, and what's born with pain;</div> - <div class="i0">That, Sense doth long'st retain,</div> - <div class="i1">Gone with a greater flow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Yet this Critic so stern,</div> - <div class="i0">(But whom, none must discern</div> - <div class="i1">Nor perfectly have seeing)</div> - <div class="i0">Strangely lays about him,</div> - <div class="i0">As nothing without him</div> - <div class="i1">Were worthy of being,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That I myself betray</div> - <div class="i0">To that most public way;</div> - <div class="i1">Where the World's old bawd</div> - <div class="i0">Custom, that doth humour,</div> - <div class="i0">And by idle rumour,</div> - <div class="i1">Her dotages applaud.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">That whilst she still prefers</div> - <div class="i0">Those that be wholly hers,</div> - <div class="i1">Madness and Ignorance;</div> - <div class="i0">I creep behind the Time,</div> - <div class="i0">From spertling with their crime;</div> - <div class="i1">And glad too with my chance.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O wretched World the while,</div> - <div class="i0">When the evil most vile</div> - <div class="i1">Beareth the fairest face;</div> - <div class="i0">And inconstant lightness,</div> - <div class="i0">With a scornful slightness,</div> - <div class="i1">The best things doth disgrace!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whilst this strange knowing beast,</div> - <div class="i0">Man; of himself the least,</div> - <div class="i1">His envy declaring,</div> - <div class="i0">Makes Virtue to descend,</div> - <div class="i0">Her title to defend</div> - <div class="i1">Against him; much preparing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet these me not delude,</div> - <div class="i0">Nor from my place extrude,</div> - <div class="i1">By their resolvèd hate;</div> - <div class="i0">Their vileness that do know:</div> - <div class="i0">Which to myself I show,</div> - <div class="i1">To keep above my fate.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h3>ODE 11.</h3> - -<p class="p1"><em>To the Virginian Voyage.</em></p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i424_dropy.jpg" width="90" alt="Y" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">O<span class="smcap">u</span> brave heroic minds,</div> - <div class="i6">Worthy your country's name,</div> - <div class="i7">That Honour still pursue;</div> - <div class="i7">Go and subdue!</div> - <div class="i6">Whilst loitering hinds</div> - <div class="i7">Lurk here at home with shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Britans, you stay too long;</div> - <div class="i0">Quickly aboard bestow you!</div> - <div class="i1">And with a merry gale</div> - <div class="i1">Swell your stretched sail!</div> - <div class="i0">With vows as strong</div> - <div class="i0">As the winds that blow you.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Your course securely steer,</div> - <div class="i0">West-and-by-South forth keep!</div> - <div class="i1">Rocks, Lee-shores, nor Shoals,</div> - <div class="i1">When <span class="smcap">Eolus</span> scowls,</div> - <div class="i0">You need not fear!</div> - <div class="i0">So absolute the deep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And cheerfully at sea,</div> - <div class="i0">Success you still entice,</div> - <div class="i1">To get the pearl and gold;</div> - <div class="i1">And ours to hold,</div> - <div class="i0">Virginia,</div> - <div class="i0">Earth's only Paradise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Where Nature hath in store</div> - <div class="i0">Fowl, venison, and fish:</div> - <div class="i1">And the fruitful soil;</div> - <div class="i1">Without your toil,</div> - <div class="i0">Three harvests more,</div> - <div class="i0">All greater than your wish.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And the ambitious vine</div> - <div class="i0">Crowns, with his purple mass,</div> - <div class="i1">The cedar reaching high</div> - <div class="i1">To kiss the sky.</div> - <div class="i0">The cypress, pine,</div> - <div class="i0">And useful sassafras.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">To whose, the Golden Age</div> - <div class="i0">Still Nature's laws doth give:</div> - <div class="i1">No other cares that tend,</div> - <div class="i1">But them to defend</div> - <div class="i0">From winter's age,</div> - <div class="i0">That long there doth not live.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When as the luscious smell</div> - <div class="i0">Of that delicious land,</div> - <div class="i1">Above the seas that flows,</div> - <div class="i1">The clear wind throws,</div> - <div class="i0">Your hearts to swell,</div> - <div class="i0">Approaching the dear strand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In kenning of the shore</div> - <div class="i0">(Thanks to <span class="smcap">God</span> first given!)</div> - <div class="i1">O you, the happiest men,</div> - <div class="i1">Be frolic then!</div> - <div class="i0">Let cannons roar!</div> - <div class="i0">Frightening the wide heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And in regions far,</div> - <div class="i0">Such heroes bring ye forth</div> - <div class="i1">As those from whom We came!</div> - <div class="i1">And plant our name</div> - <div class="i0">Under that Star</div> - <div class="i0">Not known unto our North!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And as there plenty grows</div> - <div class="i0">Of laurel everywhere,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="smcap">Apollo's</span> sacred tree;</div> - <div class="i1">You it may see</div> - <div class="i0">A Poet's brows</div> - <div class="i0">To crown, that may sing there.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Thy <em>Voyages</em> attend,</div> - <div class="i0">Industrious <span class="smcap">Hakluyt</span>!</div> - <div class="i1">Whose reading shall inflame</div> - <div class="i1">Men to seek fame;</div> - <div class="i0">And much commend</div> - <div class="i0">To after Times thy wit.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ODE 12.</h3> - -<p class="p1"><em>To the Cambro-Britans and their Harp, his -Ballad of Agincourt.</em></p> - -<p class="center">[Besides this Ballad: <span class="smcap">Michael Drayton</span> published, in 1627, a much -longer Poem upon this celebrated Battle.]</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i426_dropf.jpg" width="90" alt="F" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">A<span class="smcap">ir</span> stood the wind for France,</div> - <div class="i6">When we our sails advance;</div> - <div class="i6">Nor now to prove our chance</div> - <div class="i8">Longer will tarry.</div> - <div class="i6">But putting to the main;</div> - <div class="i6">At Caux, the mouth of Seine,</div> - <div class="i6">With all his martial train</div> - <div class="i8">Landed King <span class="smcap">Harry</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And taking many a fort</div> - <div class="i0">Furnished in warlike sort,</div> - <div class="i0">Marcheth towards Agincourt</div> - <div class="i2">In happy hour;</div> - <div class="i0">Skirmishing, day by day,</div> - <div class="i0">With those that stopped his way,</div> - <div class="i0">Where the French General lay</div> - <div class="i2">With all his Power.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Which, in his height of pride,</div> - <div class="i0">King <span class="smcap">Henry</span> to deride;</div> - <div class="i0">His ransom to provide,</div> - <div class="i2">To the King sending.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Which he neglects the while,</div> - <div class="i0">As from a nation vile;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet, with an angry smile,</div> - <div class="i2">Their fall portending.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And turning to his men,</div> - <div class="i0">Quoth our brave <span class="smcap">Henry</span> then:</div> - <div class="i0">"Though they to one be ten</div> - <div class="i2">Be not amazèd!</div> - <div class="i0">Yet have we well begun:</div> - <div class="i0">Battles so bravely won</div> - <div class="i0">Have ever to the sun</div> - <div class="i2">By Fame been raised!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"And for myself," quoth he,</div> - <div class="i0">"This my full rest shall be:</div> - <div class="i0">England ne'er mourn for me,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor more esteem me!</div> - <div class="i0">Victor I will remain,</div> - <div class="i0">Or on this earth lie slain:</div> - <div class="i0">Never shall She sustain</div> - <div class="i2">Loss to redeem me!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Poitiers and Cressy tell,</div> - <div class="i0">When most their pride did swell,</div> - <div class="i0">Under our swords they fell.</div> - <div class="i2">No less our skill is,</div> - <div class="i0">Than when our Grandsire great,</div> - <div class="i0">Claiming the regal seat,</div> - <div class="i0">By many a warlike feat</div> - <div class="i2">Lopped the French lillies."</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The Duke of <span class="smcap">York</span> so dread</div> - <div class="i0">The eager Vanward led;</div> - <div class="i0">With the Main, <span class="smcap">Henry</span> sped</div> - <div class="i2">Amongst his henchmen:</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Exeter</span> had the Rear,</div> - <div class="i0">A braver man not there!</div> - <div class="i0">O Lord, how hot they were</div> - <div class="i2">On the false Frenchmen!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span> - <div class="i0">They now to fight are gone;</div> - <div class="i0">Armour on armour shone;</div> - <div class="i0">Drum now to drum did groan:</div> - <div class="i2">To hear, was wonder.</div> - <div class="i0">That, with cries they make,</div> - <div class="i0">The very earth did shake;</div> - <div class="i0">Trumpet, to trumpet spake;</div> - <div class="i2">Thunder, to thunder.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Well it thine age became,</div> - <div class="i0">O noble <span class="smcap">Erpingham</span>!</div> - <div class="i0">Which didst the signal aim</div> - <div class="i2">To our hid forces:</div> - <div class="i0">When, from a meadow by,</div> - <div class="i0">Like a storm suddenly,</div> - <div class="i0">The English Archery</div> - <div class="i2">Stuck the French horses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With Spanish yew so strong;</div> - <div class="i0">Arrows a cloth-yard long,</div> - <div class="i0">That like to serpents stung,</div> - <div class="i2">Piercing the weather.</div> - <div class="i0">None from his fellow starts;</div> - <div class="i0">But, playing manly parts,</div> - <div class="i0">And like true English hearts,</div> - <div class="i2">Stuck close together.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When down their bows they threw;</div> - <div class="i0">And forth their bilbowes [<em>swords</em>] drew</div> - <div class="i0">And on the French they flew:</div> - <div class="i2">Not one was tardy.</div> - <div class="i0">Arms were from the shoulders sent</div> - <div class="i0">Scalps to the teeth were rent,</div> - <div class="i0">Down the French peasants went:</div> - <div class="i2">Our men were hardy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">This while our noble King,</div> - <div class="i0">His broad sword brandishing,</div> - <div class="i0">Down the French host did ding</div> - <div class="i2">As to o'erwhelm it.</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And many a deep wound lent;</div> - <div class="i0">His arms with blood besprent,</div> - <div class="i0">And many a cruel dent</div> - <div class="i2">Bruisèd his helmet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Gloucester</span> that Duke so good,</div> - <div class="i0">Next of the royal blood,</div> - <div class="i0">For famous England stood</div> - <div class="i2">With his brave brother.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Clarence</span>, in steel so bright,</div> - <div class="i0">Though but a Maiden Knight;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet in that furious fight,</div> - <div class="i2">Scarce such another!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Warwick</span>, in blood did wade;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Oxford</span>, the foe invade,</div> - <div class="i0">And cruel slaughter made,</div> - <div class="i2">Still as they ran up.</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Suffolk</span> his axe did ply;</div> - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Beaumont</span> and <span class="smcap">Willoughby</span></div> - <div class="i0">Bare them right doughtily:</div> - <div class="i2"><span class="smcap">Ferrers</span>, and <span class="smcap">Fanhope</span>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Upon Saint <span class="smcap">Crispin's</span> Day,</div> - <div class="i0">Fought was this noble Fray;</div> - <div class="i0">Which Fame did not delay</div> - <div class="i2">To England to carry.</div> - <div class="i0">O when shall English men</div> - <div class="i0">With such acts fill a pen?</div> - <div class="i0">Or England breed again</div> - <div class="i2">Such a King <span class="smcap">Harry</span>?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p5"><em class="gespert">FINIS.</em></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h3>PREFACE TO THE ADDITIONAL ODES OF 1619.</h3> - -<p class="p6"><em>To the worthy Knight, and my noble friend,<br /> -Sir <span class="smcap">Henry Goodere</span>, a Gentleman of<br /> -His Majesty's Privy Chamber.</em></p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i430_dropt.jpg" width="90" alt="T" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">H<span class="smcap">ese</span> Lyric pieces, short, and few,</div> - <div class="i6">Most worthy Sir, I send to you;</div> - <div class="i7">To read them be not weary!</div> - <div class="i6">They may become <span class="smcap">John Hewes</span> his lyre,</div> - <div class="i6">Which oft, at Polesworth,<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> by the fire,</div> - <div class="i7">Hath made us gravely merry.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Believe it, he must have the trick</div> - <div class="i0">Of Ryming, with Invention quick,</div> - <div class="i1">That should do Lyrics well:</div> - <div class="i0">But how I have done in this kind,</div> - <div class="i0">Though in myself I cannot find,</div> - <div class="i1">Your judgment best can tell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Th' old British Bards (upon their harps</div> - <div class="i0">For falling Flats, and rising Sharps,</div> - <div class="i1">That curiously were strung)</div> - <div class="i0">To stir their Youth to warlike rage,</div> - <div class="i0">Or their wild fury to assuage,</div> - <div class="i1">In these loose Numbers sung.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">No more I, for fools' censure pass,</div> - <div class="i0">Than for the braying of an ass;</div> - <div class="i1">Nor once mine ear will lend them:</div> - <div class="i0">If you but please to take in gree</div> - <div class="i0">These <em>Odes</em>, sufficient 'tis to me:</div> - <div class="i1">Your liking can commend them.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">Yours,</div> - <div class="i10"><span class="smcap">Michael Drayton</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h3>WITH OTHER LYRIC POESIES.</h3> - -<p class="p1"><em>To his Valentine.</em></p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i431_dropm.jpg" width="120" alt="M" /> -</span> - <div class="i8">U<span class="smcap">se</span>, bid the Morn awake!</div> - <div class="i9">Sad Winter now declines,</div> - <div class="i8">Each bird doth choose a Make;</div> - <div class="i9">This day's Saint <span class="smcap">Valentine's</span>.</div> - <div class="i8">For that good Bishop's sake</div> - <div class="i8">Get up, and let us see</div> - <div class="i8">What Beauty it shall be</div> - <div class="i9">That Fortune us assigns!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But, lo, in happy hour,</div> - <div class="i1">The place wherein she lies;</div> - <div class="i0">In yonder climbing Tower,</div> - <div class="i1">Gilt by the glitt'ring Rise.</div> - <div class="i0">O, <span class="smcap">Jove</span>, that in a shower</div> - <div class="i0">(As once that Thunderer did,</div> - <div class="i0">When he in drops lay hid)</div> - <div class="i1">That I could her surprise!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her canopy I'll draw,</div> - <div class="i1">With spangled plumes bedight:</div> - <div class="i0">No mortal ever saw</div> - <div class="i1">So ravishing a sight;</div> - <div class="i0">That it the Gods might awe,</div> - <div class="i0">And pow'rfully transpierce</div> - <div class="i0">The globy Universe,</div> - <div class="i1">Outshooting every light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My lips I'll softly lay</div> - <div class="i1">Upon her heavenly cheek,</div> - <div class="i0">Dyed like the dawning day,</div> - <div class="i1">As polished ivory sleek;</div> - <div class="i0">And in her ear I'll say:</div> - <div class="i0">"O thou bright Morning Star!</div> - <div class="i0">'Tis I, that come so far,</div> - <div class="i1">My Valentine to seek.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Each little bird, this tide,</div> - <div class="i1">Doth choose her lovèd pheere;</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Which constantly abide</div> - <div class="i1">In wedlock all the year,</div> - <div class="i0">As Nature is their guide;</div> - <div class="i0">So may we Two be true</div> - <div class="i0">This year, nor change for new;</div> - <div class="i1">As turtles coupled were.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"The sparrow, swan, the dove,</div> - <div class="i1">Though <span class="smcap">Venus'</span> birds they be;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet are they not for love,</div> - <div class="i1">So absolute as we!</div> - <div class="i0">For reason us doth move;</div> - <div class="i0">But they by billing woo.</div> - <div class="i0">Then try what we can do!</div> - <div class="i1">To whom each sense is free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Which we have more than they,</div> - <div class="i1">By livelier organs swayed;</div> - <div class="i0">Our Appetite each way</div> - <div class="i1">More by our Sense obeyed.</div> - <div class="i0">Our Passions to display,</div> - <div class="i0">This season us doth fit;</div> - <div class="i0">Then let us follow it,</div> - <div class="i1">As Nature us doth lead!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"One kiss in two let's breathe!</div> - <div class="i1">Confounded with the touch,</div> - <div class="i0">But half words let us speak!</div> - <div class="i1">Our lips employed so much,</div> - <div class="i0">Until we both grow weak:</div> - <div class="i0">With sweetness of thy breath,</div> - <div class="i0">O smother me to death!</div> - <div class="i1">Long let our joys be such!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"Let's laugh at them that choose</div> - <div class="i1">Their Valentines by lot;</div> - <div class="i0">To wear their names that use,</div> - <div class="i1">Whom idly they have got."</div> - <div class="i0">Saint <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, befriend!</div> - <div class="i0">We thus this Morn may spend:</div> - <div class="i1">Else, Muse, awake her not!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h3><em>The Heart.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i433_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">F thus we needs must go;</div> - <div class="i6">What shall our one Heart do,</div> - <div class="i6">This One made of our Two?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"> </div> - <div class="i0">Madam, two Hearts we brake;</div> - <div class="i0">And from them both did take</div> - <div class="i0">The best, one Heart to make.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Half this is of your Heart,</div> - <div class="i0">Mine in the other part;</div> - <div class="i0">Joined by an equal Art.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Were it cemented, or sewn;</div> - <div class="i0">By shreds or pieces known,</div> - <div class="i0">We might each find our own.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But 'tis dissolved and fixed;</div> - <div class="i0">And with such cunning mixed,</div> - <div class="i0">No diff'rence that betwixt.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But how shall we agree,</div> - <div class="i0">By whom it kept shall be:</div> - <div class="i0">Whether by you or me?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It cannot two breasts fill;</div> - <div class="i0">One must be heart-less still,</div> - <div class="i0">Until the other will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It came to me to-day:</div> - <div class="i0">When I willed it to say,</div> - <div class="i0">With Whether would it stay?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It told me, "In your breast,</div> - <div class="i0">Where it might hope to rest:</div> - <div class="i0">For if it were my guest,</div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">"For certainty, it knew</div> - <div class="i0">That I would still anew</div> - <div class="i0">Be sending it to you!"</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Never, I think, had two</div> - <div class="i0">Such work, so much, to do:</div> - <div class="i0">A Unity to woo!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yours was so cold and chaste:</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst mine with zeal did waste;</div> - <div class="i0">Like Fire with Water placed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How did my Heart intreat!</div> - <div class="i0">How pant! How did it beat,</div> - <div class="i0">Till it could give yours heat!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Till to that temper brought,</div> - <div class="i0">Through our perfection wrought,</div> - <div class="i0">That blessing either's thought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In such a height it lies</div> - <div class="i0">From this base World's dull eyes;</div> - <div class="i0">That Heaven it not envies.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All that this Earth can show.</div> - <div class="i0">Our Heart shall not once know!</div> - <div class="i0">For it's too vile and low.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3><em>The Sacrifice to <span class="smcap">Apollo</span>.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i434_dropp.jpg" width="90" alt="P" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">R<span class="smcap">iests</span> of <span class="smcap">Apollo</span>, sacred be the room</div> - <div class="i6">For this learned meeting! Let no barbarous groom,</div> - <div class="i9">How brave soe'er he be,</div> - <div class="i9">Attempt to enter!</div> - <div class="i9">But of the Muses free,</div> - <div class="i9">None here may venture!</div> - <div class="i0">This for the Delphian Prophets is prepared:</div> - <div class="i0">The profane Vulgar are from hence debarred!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span> - <div class="i0">And since the Feast so happily begins;</div> - <div class="i0">Call up those fair Nine, with their violins!</div> - <div class="i3">They are begot by <span class="smcap">Jove</span>.</div> - <div class="i3">Then let us place them</div> - <div class="i3">Where no clown in may shove,</div> - <div class="i3">That may disgrace them:</div> - <div class="i0">But let them near to young <span class="smcap">Apollo</span> sit;</div> - <div class="i0">So shall his foot-pace overflow with wit.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Where be the Graces? Where be those fair Three?</div> - <div class="i0">In any hand, they may not absent be!</div> - <div class="i3">They to the Gods are dear:</div> - <div class="i3">And they can humbly</div> - <div class="i3">Teach us, ourselves to bear,</div> - <div class="i3">And do things comely.</div> - <div class="i0">They, and the Muses, rise both from one stem:</div> - <div class="i0">They grace the Muses; and the Muses, them.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Bring forth your flagons, filled with sparkling wine</div> - <div class="i0">(Whereon swollen <span class="smcap">Bacchus</span>, crownèd with a vine,</div> - <div class="i3">Is graven); and fill out!</div> - <div class="i3">It well bestowing</div> - <div class="i3">To every man about,</div> - <div class="i3">In goblets flowing!</div> - <div class="i0">Let not a man drink, but in draughts profound!</div> - <div class="i0">To our god <span class="smcap">Phœbus</span>, let the Health go round!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Let your Jests fly at large; yet therewithal</div> - <div class="i0">See they be Salt, but yet not mixed with Gall!</div> - <div class="i3">Not tending to disgrace:</div> - <div class="i3">But fairly given,</div> - <div class="i3">Becoming well the place,</div> - <div class="i3">Modest and even,</div> - <div class="i0">That they, with tickling pleasure, may provoke</div> - <div class="i0">Laughter in him on whom the Jest is broke.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Or if the deeds of Heroes ye rehearse:</div> - <div class="i0">Let them be sung in so well-ordered Verse,</div> - <div class="i3">That each word have its weight,</div> - <div class="i3">Yet run with pleasure!</div> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[436]</a></span> - <div class="i3">Holding one stately height</div> - <div class="i3">In so brave measure</div> - <div class="i0">That they may make the stiffest storm seem weak;</div> - <div class="i0">And damp <span class="smcap">Jove's</span> thunder, when it loud'st doth speak.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And if ye list to exercise your vein,</div> - <div class="i0">Or in the Sock, or in the Buskined strain;</div> - <div class="i3">Let Art and Nature go</div> - <div class="i3">One with the other!</div> - <div class="i3">Yet so, that Art may show</div> - <div class="i3">Nature her mother:</div> - <div class="i0">The thick-brained audience lively to awake,</div> - <div class="i0">Till with shrill claps the Theatre do shake.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sing Hymns to <span class="smcap">Bacchus</span> then, with hands upreared!</div> - <div class="i0">Offer to <span class="smcap">Jove</span>, who most is to be feared!</div> - <div class="i3">From him the Muse we have.</div> - <div class="i3">From him proceedeth</div> - <div class="i3">More than we dare to crave.</div> - <div class="i3">'Tis he that feedeth</div> - <div class="i0">Them, whom the World would starve. Then let the lyre</div> - <div class="i0">Sound! whilst his altars endless flames expire.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3><em>To his Rival.</em></h3> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i436_droph.jpg" width="90" alt="H" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">E<span class="smcap">r</span> loved I most,</div> - <div class="i8">By thee that's lost,</div> - <div class="i6">Though she were won with leisure;</div> - <div class="i8">She was my gain:</div> - <div class="i8">But to my pain,</div> - <div class="i6">Thou spoilest me of my treasure</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">The ship full fraught</div> - <div class="i2">With gold, far sought,</div> - <div class="i0">Though ne'er so wisely helmèd,</div> - <div class="i2">May suffer wrack</div> - <div class="i2">In sailing back,</div> - <div class="i0">By tempest overwhelmèd.</div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[437]</a></span> - <div class="i2">But She, good Sir!</div> - <div class="i2">Did not prefer</div> - <div class="i0">You, for that I was ranging:</div> - <div class="i2">But for that She</div> - <div class="i2">Found faith in me,</div> - <div class="i0">And She loved to be changing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Therefore boast not</div> - <div class="i2">Your happy lot;</div> - <div class="i0">Be silent now you have her!</div> - <div class="i2">The time I knew</div> - <div class="i2">She slighted you,</div> - <div class="i0">When I was in her favour.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">None stands so fast</div> - <div class="i2">But may be cast</div> - <div class="i0">By Fortune, and disgracèd:</div> - <div class="i2">Once did I wear</div> - <div class="i2">Her garter there,</div> - <div class="i0">Where you her glove have placèd.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">I had the vow</div> - <div class="i2">That thou hast now,</div> - <div class="i0">And glances to discover</div> - <div class="i2">Her love to me;</div> - <div class="i2">And She to thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Reads but old lessons over.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">She hath no smile</div> - <div class="i2">That can beguile;</div> - <div class="i0">But, as my thought, I know it:</div> - <div class="i2">Yea to a hair,</div> - <div class="i2">Both when, and where,</div> - <div class="i0">And how, she will bestow it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">What now is thine</div> - <div class="i2">Was only mine,</div> - <div class="i0">And first to me was given;</div> - <div class="i2">Thou laugh'st at me!</div> - <div class="i2">I laugh at thee!</div> - <div class="i0">And thus we two are even.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[438]</a></span> - <div class="i2">But I'll not mourn,</div> - <div class="i2">But stay my turn;</div> - <div class="i0">The wind may come about, Sir!</div> - <div class="i2">And once again</div> - <div class="i2">May bring me in;</div> - <div class="i0">And help to bear you out, Sir!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h2><em>The Crier.</em></h2> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i438_dropg.jpg" width="90" alt="G" /> -</span> - <div class="i6">O<span class="smcap">od</span> folk, for gold or hire,</div> - <div class="i6">But help me to a Crier!</div> - <div class="i6">For my poor Heart is run astray</div> - <div class="i6">After two Eyes, that passed this way.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Oh yes! O yes! O yes!</div> - <div class="i2">If there be any man,</div> - <div class="i2">In town or country, can</div> - <div class="i2">Bring me my Heart again;</div> - <div class="i2">I'll please him for his pain.</div> - </div> <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And by these marks, I will you show</div> - <div class="i0">That only I this Heart do owe [<em>own</em>]:</div> - <div class="i2">It is a wounded Heart,</div> - <div class="i2">Wherein yet sticks the dart.</div> - <div class="i0">Every piece sore hurt throughout it:</div> - <div class="i0">Faith and Troth writ round about it.</div> - <div class="i0">It was a tame Heart, and a dear;</div> - <div class="i2">And never used to roam:</div> - <div class="i0">But having got this haunt, I fear</div> - <div class="i2">'Twill hardly stay at home</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For God's sake, walking by the way,</div> - <div class="i2">If you my Heart do see;</div> - <div class="i0">Either impound it for a Stray.</div> - <div class="i2">Or send it back to me!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[439]</a></span></p> - - - -<h3><em>To his coy Love.</em></h3> - -<p class="p1">A Canzonet.</p> - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i439_dropi.jpg" width="90" alt="I" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">pray</span> thee leave! Love me no more!</div> - <div class="i7">Call home the heart you gave me!</div> - <div class="i6">I but in vain that Saint adore</div> - <div class="i7">That can, but will not, save me.</div> - <div class="i6">These poor half kisses kill me quite!</div> - <div class="i7">Was ever man thus servèd?</div> - <div class="i6">Amidst an ocean of delight,</div> - <div class="i7">For pleasure to be starvèd.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Show me no more those snowy breasts</div> - <div class="i1">With azure riverets branchèd!</div> - <div class="i0">Where whilst mine Eye with plenty feeds,</div> - <div class="i1">Yet is my thirst not staunchèd.</div> - <div class="i0">O <span class="smcap">Tantalus</span>, thy pains ne'er tell!</div> - <div class="i1">By me thou art prevented:</div> - <div class="i0">'Tis <em>nothing</em> to be plagued in Hell;</div> - <div class="i1">But, <em>thus</em>, in Heaven, tormented!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Clip me no more in those dear arms;</div> - <div class="i1">Nor thy "Life's Comfort" call me:</div> - <div class="i0">O these are but too powerful charms;</div> - <div class="i1">And do but more enthrall me.</div> - <div class="i0">But see how patient I am grown,</div> - <div class="i1">In all this coil about thee!</div> - <div class="i0">Come, nice Thing, let thy heart alone!</div> - <div class="i1">I cannot live without thee!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3><em>A Hymn to his Lady's Birth-place.</em></h3> - - - - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="figpoem"> -<img src="images/i439_dropc.jpg" width="90" alt="C" /> -</span> - <div class="i6"><span class="smcap">oventry</span>, that dost adorn</div> - <div class="i6">The country [<em>County</em>] wherein I was born:</div> - <div class="i6">Yet therein lies not thy praise;</div> - <div class="i6">Why I should crown thy Towers with bays?</div> -<div class="sidenote">Coventry finely walled.</div> - <div class="i6">'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee weds;</div> - <div class="i6">Thy Ports; nor thy proud Pyramids;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[440]</a></span> - <div class="i0">Nor thy trophies of the Boar:</div> - <div class="i0">But that She which I adore,</div> - <div class="i0">(Which scarce Goodness's self can pair)</div> - <div class="i0">First there breathing, blest thy air.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote">The shoulder-bone -of a Boar -of mighty -bigness.</div> - - <div class="i0"><span class="smcap">Idea</span>; in which name I hide</div> - <div class="i0">Her, in my heart deified.</div> - <div class="i0">For what good, Man's mind can see;</div> - <div class="i0">Only her ideas be:</div> - <div class="i0">She, in whom the Virtues came</div> - <div class="i0">In Woman's shape, and took her name.</div> - <div class="i0">She so far past imitation</div> - <div class="i0">As (but Nature our creation</div> - <div class="i0">Could not alter) she had aimed</div> - <div class="i0">More than Woman to have framed.</div> - <div class="i0">She whose truly written story,</div> - <div class="i0">To thy poor name shall add more glory,</div> - <div class="i0">Than if it should have been thy chance</div> - <div class="i0">T'have bred our Kings that conquered France.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - - <div class="i0">Had she been born the former Age,</div> -<div class="sidenote">Two famous -Pilgrimages: -one in Norfolk, -the other in -Kent.</div> - <div class="i0">That house had been a Pilgrimage;</div> - <div class="i0">And reputed more Divine</div> - <div class="i0">Than Walsingham, or <span class="smcap">Becket</span>'s Shrine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote"><span class="smcap">Godiva</span>, Duke -<span class="smcap">Leofric's</span> -wife, who -obtained the -freedom of the -city of her husband, -by riding -through it -naked.</div> - - <div class="i0">That Princess, to whom thou dost owe</div> - <div class="i0">Thy Freedom (whose clear blushing snow</div> - <div class="i0">The envious sun saw; when as she</div> - <div class="i0">Naked rode to make thee free),</div> - <div class="i0">Was but her type: as to foretell</div> - <div class="i0">Thou shouldst bring forth One should excel</div> - <div class="i0">Her bounty; by whom thou shouldst have</div> - <div class="i0">More Honour, than she Freedom gave.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - -<div class="sidenote">Queen -<span class="smcap">Elizabeth</span>.</div> - - <div class="i0">And that great Queen, which but of late</div> - <div class="i0">Ruled this land in peace and State,</div> - <div class="i0">Had not been; but Heaven had sworn</div> - <div class="i0">A Maid should reign when She was born.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Of thy streets, which thou hold'st best,</div> - <div class="i0">And most frequent of the rest;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[441]</a></span> - -<div class="sidenote">A noted street -in Coventry.</div> - -<div class="sidenote">His Mistress's -birthday.</div> - - <div class="i0">Happy <em>Mich Park!</em> Every year,</div> - <div class="i0">On the Fourth of August there,</div> - <div class="i0">Let thy Maids, from <span class="smcap">Flora's</span> bowers,</div> - <div class="i0">With their choice and daintiest flowers</div> - <div class="i0">Deck thee up! and from their store,</div> - <div class="i0">With brave garlands crown that door!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The old man passing by that way,</div> - <div class="i0">To his son, in time, shall say:</div> - <div class="i0">"There was that Lady born: which</div> - <div class="i0">Long to after Ages shall be sung."</div> - <div class="i0">Who, unawares being passed by,</div> - <div class="i0">Back to that house shall cast his eye;</div> - <div class="i0">Speaking my verses as he goes,</div> - <div class="i0">And with a sigh shut every Close.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Dear City! travelling by thee,</div> - <div class="i0">When thy rising Spires I see,</div> - <div class="i0">Destined her Place of Birth;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet methinks the very earth</div> - <div class="i0">Hallowed is, so far as I</div> - <div class="i0">Can thee possibly descry.</div> - <div class="i0">Then thou, dwelling in this place,</div> - <div class="i0">(Hearing some rude hind disgrace</div> - <div class="i0">Thy city, with some scurvy thing</div> - <div class="i0">Which some Jester forth did bring)</div> - <div class="i0">Speak these Lines, where thou dost come,</div> - <div class="i0">And strike the slave for ever dumb.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i441_dec.jpg" width="250" height="128" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> - -<p class="center">[Edinburgh: T. and A. <span class="smcap">Constable</span>, Printers to His Majesty]</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<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> Ben Jonson (<cite>Conversations with William Drummond of Hawthornden</cite>) -took exception to the opening lines:—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'He scorned such verses as could be transponed—</div> - <div class="i2">Where is the man that never yett did hear</div> - <div class="i2">Of faire Penelope, Ulisses Queene?</div> - <div class="i2">Of faire Penelope Ulisses Queene,</div> - <div class="i2">Wher is the man that never yett did hear?'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div></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> The passage is thus rendered by Jasper Mayne (<cite>Part of Lucian, made -English ... in the year 1638</cite>):—'Nor were it amiss, having passed through -India and Aethiopia, to draw our discourse down to their neighbouring Aegypt. -Where the ancient fiction which goes of Proteus, methinks, signifies him only to -be a certain dancer and mimic; who could transform and change himself into all -shapes, sometimes acting the fluidness of water, sometimes the sharpness of fire, -occasioned by the quickness of its aspiring motion, sometimes the fierceness of a -lion, and fury of a libbard, and waving of an oak, and whatever he liked.'</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. also Arnold's "Obermann once more":—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'"Poor World," she cried, "so deep accurst,</div> - <div class="i1">That runn'st from pole to pole</div> - <div class="i0">To seek a draught to quench thy thirst,</div> - <div class="i1">Go seek it in thy soul."'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div></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> The poems of Barnfield were not in the original <cite>Garner</cite> and are now incorporated -for the first time.</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> Prince in his <cite>Worthies of Devon</cite>(1701) quotes this couplet as an epitaph, by -an anonymous writer, on Drake.</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> There is a better epitaph on Drake in <cite>Wit's Recreations</cite>(1640):—</p> - -<div class="container"> -<div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">'Sir Drake, whom well the world's end knew,</div> - <div class="i1">Which thou didst compasse round.</div> - <div class="i0">And whom both Poles of Heaven once saw,</div> - <div class="i1">Which North and South do bound:</div> - <div class="i0">The Stars above would make thee known</div> - <div class="i1">If men here silent were:</div> - <div class="i0">The Sun himselfe cannot forget</div> - <div class="i1">His fellow-passenger.'</div> - </div> -</div> -</div></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> On March 31, 1605, Captain George Weymouth started from the Downs -with a crew of twenty-nine to discover a North-West Passage to the East -Indies. On May 14 he 'descries land in 41° 30' N. in the midst of dangerous -rocks and shoals. Upon which he puts to sea, the wind blowing south-south-west -and west-south-west many days' (Prince's <cite>New England Chronology ap.</cite> -Garner, ii. 356). Drayton advises the Virginian voyagers to keep the west-by-south -course and so avoid misadventures. He had not reckoned on the Spanish -fleet.</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> Several of Drayton's works have been reprinted by the Spenser Society, and -an excellent Introduction to them has been written by Professor Oliver Elton -(1895).</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> <cite><span class="smcap">Diogenes.</span></cite></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> <cite><span class="smcap">Chaucer.</span></cite></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> <em>pincers.</em></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> In Warwickshire.</p></div> -</div> - -<div class="transnote"> -<p class="p5">Transcriber notes:</p> - -<p>P.<a href="#Page_18">18</a>. 'aad' changed to 'and' in stanza #53.</p> -<p>P.<a href="#Page_80">80</a>. Sidenote: 'sensative' changed to 'sensitive'.</p> -<p>P.<a href="#Page_82">82</a>. Sidenote: 'Unerstanding' changed to 'Understanding'.</p> -<p>P.<a href="#Page_110">110</a>. 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