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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15656	The shepherds hunting being, certaine eglogs written during the time of the authors imprisonment in the Marshalsey. By George VVither, gentleman.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1615 (1615)	STC 25920; ESTC S103319	28,756	130

is neare Come therefore and betwixt vs two relate The true occasion of thy present state ROGET My friends I will You know I am a Swaine That kept a poore Flocke here vpon this Plaine Who though it seemes I could doe nothing lesse Can make a Song and woe a Shepheardesse And not alone the fairest where I liue Haue heard me sing and fauours daign'd to giue But though I say'●… the noblest Nimph of Thame Hath grac'd my Verse vnto my greater same Yet being young and not much see ing praise I was not noted out for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 N●…r f●…eding ●…lockes yea nowne as others be For the delight that most 〈◊〉 me Was 〈◊〉 Foxes W●…lues and Beasts of Pray That spoi●…e our Foulis and beare our L●…mbs a●…ay F●…r this as a●…so for the loue I beare Vnto m●… Country 〈◊〉 by all ●…are Of 〈◊〉 or of 〈◊〉 with desire 〈◊〉 to keepe that state I had entire And like a true gro●… 〈◊〉 man sought to speede My selse 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of ra e and choysest 〈◊〉 Whose Names and Natures ere I further goe 〈◊〉 you are my friends I 'le let you know My 〈◊〉 esteemed D 〈◊〉 that I did finde Was by 〈◊〉 of ●…lde 〈◊〉 kinde A Bra●…e which if I doe not ayme amisse For all the world is ●…ust i●…e one o●… his She 's named Loue and scarce yet know●…s her duty Her Damme s my L●…d es pretty Beagle 〈◊〉 I bred her vp my selfe with wondrous charge Vntill she grew to be exceeding large And waxt so wanton that I did abhorre it And put her out amongst my Neighbours for it The next is Lust a Hound that 's kept abroad Mongst some of mine acquaintance but a Toad Is not more loathsome 't is a Curre will range Extreamely and is euer ●…ull of mange And cause it is infectious she 's not wunt To come among the rest but when they hunt Hate is the third a Hound both despe and long His Sire is True or else supposed wrong He 'le haue a snap at all that passe him by And yet pursues his game most eagerly VVith him goes Eni●…e coupled a leane Curre●… And she 'le hold out hunt we ●…e're so farre She pineth much and seedeth little to Yet stands and snarleth at the ●…est that doe Then there 's Reuenge a wondrous deepe-mouth'd dog So fleet I 'me faine to hunt him with a clog Y●…t many times he 'le much out-strip his bounds And hunts not closely with the other Hounds He 'le venter on a Lion in his 〈◊〉 Curst 〈◊〉 was his damme and wrong his Sire This Choller is a Brache that 's very olde And spends her mouth too much to haue it holde She 's very teasty an vnpleasing Curre That ●…ites the very stones if they but sturre Or when that ought but her displeasure moues She 'le bite and snap at any one she loues But my quicke-sented'st Dogge is Iealousie The truest of this breede's in Italy The Damme of mine would hardly fill a Gloue It was a Ladies little Dogge call'd Loue The Sire a poore deformed Curre nam'd Feare As shagged and as rough as is a Beare And yet the Whelpe turn'd aft●…r neither kinde For he is very large and ne're-hand blinde At the first sight he hath a pretty culler But doth not seeme so when you view him fuller A vile suspitious beast his lookes are bad And I doe feare in time he will grow mad To him I couple Auarice still poore Yet she deuoures as much as twenty more A thousand Horse she in her paunch can put Yet whine as if she had an empty gut And hauiug gorg'd what might a land haue found She'●…e catch for more and hide it in the ground Am●…ition is a Hound as greedy full But he for all the daintiest bits doth cull He scornes to licke vp crummes beneath the Table 〈◊〉 f●…tch't from boa●…ds and shelues if he be ab c Nav he can climbe if neede be and for that With him I hunt the Martine and the Cat. And yet sometimes in mounting he 's so quicke He fet●…hes falls are like to breake his necke Feare is well-mouth'd but subiect to 〈◊〉 A stranger cannot make him take a crust A little thing will soone his courage quaile And 'twixt his legges he euer claps his taile VVith him Despaire often coupled goes Which by his roaring mouth each hunts-man knowes None hath a better minde vnto the game But he giues off and alwayes seemeth lame My blo●…d-hound Cruelty as swift as winde Hunts to the death and neuer comes behinde Who but she 's strapt and musled to withall Would eate her sellowes and the pray and all And yet she car●…s not much for any food Vnlesse it be the purest harmelesse blood All thes●… are kept abroad at charge of menny They doe not cost me in a yeare a penny But there 's two coupling of a midling size That seldome passe the sight of my owne eyes Hope on whose head ●…'ue led my life to pawne Compassion that on euery one will fawne This would when 't was a Whelpe with Rabets play Or Lambs and let them goe vnhurt away Nay now she is of growth she 'le now and then Catch you a Hare ●…nd let her goe agen The two last Ioy and Sorrow 't is a wonder Can ne're agree nor ne're ●…ide fa●…re ●…sunder Ioye 's ●…uer wanton and no order knowes She 'le run at Larkes or stand and barke at Crowe●… 〈◊〉 goes by her and ne'●…e moues his eye Yet both doe s●…rue to helpe make vp the cry Then comes behinde all these t●… beare the base Two 〈◊〉 more of a larger Race Such wide mouth'd Trollops that 't would doe you good To heare their loud land Ecchoes tea●…e the wood 〈◊〉 Uanity who by his gaud●… hide May farre away from all the rest be spide Though huge yet quick for he 's now here now there Nay looke about you and he 's euery w●…ere And euer with the rest and st ll in chase Right so Inconstancie fills euery place And y●…t so strange a sickle natur'd Hound Look●… for him and he 's no where to be found Wea●…enesse is no faire dogge vnto the eye And yet he hath his proper quality But there 's Presumption when he heat hath got He drownes the Thunder and the Canon-shot And when at Start he his full roaring makes The earth doth tremble and the Heauen shakes These were my Dogges tenne couple iust in all Whom by the name of Sa●…yres I doe call Mad Curres they be and I can ne're come night them But l'me in danger to be bitten by them Much paines I tooke and spent dayes not a fewe To make them keepe together and hunt true Which yet I doe suppose had neuer bin But that I had a Scourge to keepe them in Now when that I this Kennell first had got Out of my owne demeanes I hunted not Saue on these Downes or among yonder Rockes After those Beas●…s that spoyl'd our Parish Flockes Nor during that