To shadow them that vnder her should sport To which with Lea Isis did resort With Lea on whose bankes Ardea was turned Into a Bitterne cause she Glaucus scorned Whilst Colne and Kenet with the faire Chrew went To gather Flowers of most pleasing sent For there were Roses with Virmilion died Coole Dasies and white Lillies Summers pride The Marigold that doth affect the Sunne Hiding her beautie when his light is gonne The Bee alluring Thime the sweete Costmarie Gray Lauender and strong senting Rosemarie And what else might be pleasing to the view Within this faire and princely Meddow grew But that which garnisht most this Paradise Were Isis louely looke and sparkling eyes For marke how brighter Cinthia doth appeare Aboue the Starres within her motiue Spheere So much more fairer did this louely Dame Exceede those comely Nimphes that which here came Not shee whom Venus gaue for the rich Ball The cause of tenne yeares warre and Troyes fall Nor that faire Dame whom Ioue in shape of Swan Whylome did court when he her loue first wan Nor yet Europa whose loue made him take A proude Bulles shape tho then when he did make To looke like a faire vntamed Heyfer Had he turnd to a Bull it had been better For Beautie might in any poynt compare To Isis tho they were exceeding faire You learned Muses race of mighty Ioue That often sport within a sacred Groue In pleasant Tempe and do dayly drinke Of those cleare waues that flow from Pinples brinke O you that guide their enterprises right Who take in hand to graue with rarest slight Vpon the Alter of Muemosine Within the Temple of Immortalitie Sweete pleasing beautie which else subiect were In shade of lasting silence still to ere Guide me that with your helpe I may begin To frame Thams beautie whose like neare hath bin And graunt these Rithmes which slenderly are done May shew hereafter when as I am gone She was the fairst and most accomplisht Dame Excelling ' all whom Nature ere did frame Her heauenly Head the miracle of Nature Surpassing farre the fairest earthly creature With yelow Tramels all of beaten gold VVhich gasers thoughts in curled knots did hold Seemd ouerspred with flowers fresh and gay The mirtle Forests where the loues do play Like to a Table was her Front to see Of whitest Marble seate of Maiestie VVell polished as on a summers daie VVithouten waues vnited seemes the Sea VVhere Cupid had an Alter built to offer Their hartes that did refuse his lawes to suffer Her Eye-lids blacke of Heben arches made VVere like the bow that Psiches husband had In which so liberall was Nature to her That euery one suspected that did view her She onely ' made faire Isis to deceaue them And both of sight and iudgement to bereaue them Of different force were her two sparckling eyes Disdaine in th' one grace in the other lyes Two eyes O no rather two heauenly Starres Th' one proffering Peace the other threatning Warres In which Mars bastard Boy his lodging tooke Thence wounding them which at those starres did looke Her Nose did seeme being somewhat highly raysed A little Hill betweene two Vallies placed Her round and tender Eare white polished VVith Rubies hung her Cheekes embellished Cheekes which with liuely Cynab're ore spred Seemd like the Morning new risse from her bed Not all those Flowers sprung from Princes gore Nor Amaranthus loues Flower made of Yore Like colour had to hers which did amaze Those carelesse eyes that on her cheekes did gaze Full was her Mouth of thousand Odours sweete VVhere there in single ranckes did seemely meete Bright orientall Peatles in stead of Teeth All which embalmd the Heauens with their breath From thence sweete word and pleasing smiles did come All made to charme and make beholders dome And which hard Rockes that stand in Seas aloft Could by their mighty power of hard make soft Round was her Chin with in whose dimples lay Enchaunting spels tho seeming faire and gay Her Neck a stay this little worlde to'pholde Of Iuorie was or Alabaster mould Plast on two hils in whitnes that did passe Her snow-white Breasts that was Agenous lasse Betweene which hils Loue often times did lurke When cruell stratagems he meant to worke Her little but long fingered Hand more white Then whitest Lillies that the Spring doth dight With enterchanged Vaines adorned was Her small Feete such as some say Tethis has With which she nimbly could trip ore the Lawns And chace swift Row-bucks and young wanton Fawns But for those parts the which her Garments hid What should we say Surely dame Nature did Keepe those thinges secret least they should excell All she had made in heauen in earth in hell But O! what boots it to haue thinges surpasse Since fairest thinges do fade like Sommers grasse Alas nought in this worlde doth firmely stay But turneth still like Billowes of the Sea VVhich neare do cease to roule till with great rore Their rushing beat and breake against the shore And thou the cause of this vnstablenesse That dost delight in nought but ficklenesse VVhose customes neuer to abide in one But vseth headlong dayly throw vs downe VVhen we are rays'd by thy benignitie Vnto the top of all felicitie While thus with their faire Nimphs this louely Queene VVas in this pleasant Meade by them was seene A Sheapheard in the pride of all his dayes VVho whilst his tender Flocke on salts did grase Sate sencelesse like an Image made of stone Long while at last fetching a deepe sad grone Of inward griefe the trewest signe of all They foorth his eyen perceiud salt teares to fall So after great Ioues hidious thunders past A cloude of raine the heauens doth ouercast And when his teares were spent with heauie cheare Sang to his Pipe this Song which they did heare And hearing could not choose but simpathise His heauie griefe with water in their eyes O whither quoth he whither shall I flie To purchase ende vnto my miserie VVithin what Rocke or to what desart place That neuer is enricht by Phaebus face Shall I vnfold in great and greeuous paine Which makes me wretcheder then any Swaine If there be any place where dayly cries The Night-rau'n and the Owle that by night flies Whereto no liuing wight doth ere resort From whence foule Winter neuer doth depart And where the Spring her verdure will not sowe A place of deadly horror and foule woe Where ougly sorrow dayly may present Her selfe before mine eyes me to torment That will I choose as best befitting mee In this distresse and great extremitie And you my little flocke the small remaine Of a farre greater which once more my payne Might with most neighbour flockes haue made compare For number or for wooll both fine and faire Then when for change of pasture sillie I In th'Aprill of mine age left Germanie Where I mongst Stadian bowers had nigh been slaine Cause I my Princesse honour did maintaine Which was and
is more dearer vnto mee Then is the precious apple of mine eie And hoping for I wat not what to gaine To Englands pleasant soyle brought you againe Goe wander goe and take your libertie Grasing where is best pasture while that I Bewaile m' Icarian flight in mounting pride Plumed with waxe-forg'd-wings which thought to ride Aboue the cloudy welkin of the ayre To view the order their Latonas heire Holdeth in guiding of that glorious light That is the nourish of each liuing wight But was deceaud for comming neare the Sunne My winges did melt and I did tumble downe O had I kept along the humble gill When first I did attempt to climbe the hill Or had I bounded mine ambitious minde Which carelesse thought to builde aboue the winde Sprung from remembraunce of those deedes were done By my great Graundsirs long-since dead and gone And a desire to register my'name Mought them within the sacred booke of fame Then might I now as I haue done before Pasture you still along this pleasant shore Or had not rather greete Chrusophilus Whose greedy humor passing couetous Thought all that went beside himselfe quite lost Mee too much wronged and mee too much crost Whose soule with many filthy crimes made blacke Now fleetes about Auernus fearefull lake Then might I now as I haue done before Pasture you still along this pleasant shore For which you Lordes of the infernall Bower Who ore deceassed soules haue mighty powet T' inflict or to remit their punishment O doe you all at my request assent Ixion from his wheele a while to take And false Chrusophilus fast there to make Or if great Iunos wrath be not yet done Let Sisiphus t'hen leaue his rowling stone Or pull from Cawcasus Prometheus And let the Vulturs teare Chrusophilus Or if that may not be Ioue angrie yet O then drag Tantalus foorth of his pit And let Chrusophilus vp to the chin Still but in vaine wade vp an'downe therein Let him at that faire seeming fruite oft snatch Which thereby hanges but neuer any catch A torment well beefitting such a wight Who liuing ore his owne had neuer might And let his late made gentle of spring which Are with stolne Plumes of others pride made rich Dispoyld thereof like to their Grandsirs fare Who vnto Ceres slauish seruants weare And for assenting to my wished boone Sad Hecatombes by mee shall be done And monthly I will offer a blacke Ramme As signe that I am thankfull for the same For had not he lately from mee bereft Vniustly all my Sheepe saue these few left To stanch his neuer satisfied lust Of Golde earths drosse that doth consume with rust Then might I now as I hane done before Pasture you still alongst this pleasant shore But since it cannot be as t was of late Since Fortune now hath giuen me the mate Dispoyld me quite of all my woonted mirth Clad me with woes and throwne me to the earth And like a Tyrant triumphes ouer me That fore her prostrate on the ground doth lie Neare reckning whether it be iust and sound To trouble him lies groueling on the ground O you the remnant of a greater flocke Goe get you gone while to some desart rocke I make repaire where for my bed shall be The cold dry ground whereon I still will lie For morning mattens mournings full of care For walkes the wretched pathes of foule dispaire For meate sad discontent for drinke salt teares For nightly sleepes nought else but slumbring feares Till those last dueties I doe pay to Nature Which I am bound too beeing a mortall creature What time my soule freed from this earthly gaile Where now it tyred lyes shall to thee vaile Of faire Elisium fly where voyde of paine Mongst blessed soules in ioy it shall remaine And thou sweete Pipe the which wonts oft display My wronges vnto these Woodes these Rockes and Sea And moouedst them at once to rew my lot When lyuing men seemd sencelesse and would not But helde hard hartes the which I do repent More harder farre then hardest Adamant From that rude race degenerating nought Which was of hard Stone by Deiecalion wrought Here hang thou therewith on a Beechen tree He hung his Pipe for now no more for thee Nor for thy sugred melodie I care Quoth he which done like one drownd in dispaire Thence heauie he departed passing nought What Fortune or foule Enuie could alot On whom whilst ISIS lookt perceiue she might The Sea to swell which did her much affright For she discerned on their toppes to ride Great Neptune poasting to the shore with speede Whose comming so amas'd the fearefull Thams Who knew full well that he those scorching flames VVith her faire eyes within his breast had wrought VVould seeke to quench by farce if he her caught As in a shadie Wood the hydeous stroke Of ratling Thunder on the sodaine broke Doth scare the small Birdes pearched on the spray And like how Fowle that by a Riuer play Spying a Falcon towring in the skie Straight leaue their sport and for their safetie flie VVithouten order crying here and there So ISIS and her Nimphes being in feare Of hated Neptune from thence straight gan fly Shreeking and crying very pitteously Aye me What is this world but vanitie Subiect to change full of vnconstancie Now is the Welkin glorious to the eie Clad in a Mantle of an asurd die And Phaebus now his faire light doth display When by and by a blacke Cloud foorth the Sea Doth rise and darke the heauens were Iouiall Troubling both ayre and earth with waters fall Aye now I see that mourning followes mirth That sorrow driueth pleasure from the earth That happinesse doth not long time remaine But ere it is at full begi'nes to waine That all in vaine man striues to keepe his state When dangerous stormes labour it to abate That vainely men doe boast of Fortunes fauours Since like a weather-cocke shee alwayes wauers Threatning them most and bringing soonest vnder Those at whose fortunes most the world did wonder And strange what ere within this world is done Ordayned was before this world begun So that great IOVE who moderateth Heau'n As soueraigne and commaunds ore Gods and men At whose becke earth and ayre and all else moue Will not oâ—â—â— enterprise the Fates to proue Whom neither prayers nor ought else can resist Cause still th' are fixt and still in one persist FINIS Lib. Prim. THAMESEIDOS Liber Secundus WHen cold staru'n Winter white with Ice and Snow Declining from our Hemisphere doth goe And watrie Planets plunged deepe do yeelde Their mantions vnto Hyems pleasant childe When lucklesse Eccho learnes againe to sing The pastorall Songes which Sheapheard neare a Spring Or hard beside some murmering Brooke repeat Whilst little Lambkins bout the fieldes do bleat The amorous God that louely Tyro knew In likenesse of her Husband Enipeu Hated by Grecian Nimphes him whilome loued And by the Thuscane French and Spanish glouted Remembring
wee clouen footed beene Since Cupids mother is wed vnto him That hath a pool-foote and halts of a lim And well I wot wee Joue our shape did take When to Antiope he loue did make Therefore I must conclude if Nature had This perfect shape of ours imperfect made Because in heauen and earth the like there are Mongst God and men to be excus'd it were This sayd he threw her downe vpon the sand For O her force too weake was to withstand And there in spight of her he puld the flower The fragrant Rose which neare before that hower Tho ofted sought by any was obtayned Hard was her hap that so vile slaue it gained That done he shooke her off as great men now Those that their turnes haue serued vse to do And thence departed leauing her full woe And sorrowfull behind for she did know She like the Rose was cropt from natiue stem Whose vertues wholy lost do nor younge men Nor louely Maydes delight or ought content Either for shew or for their pleasing sent Yet went she home againe but did not tell What hard misfortune was to her befell But proudly as before when she was free Shee presseth next her Mistris still to bee And iets it by her side she neuer showde By any action she awry had trode Nor did her fellowes ere her fault perceiue So studied she their eye sight to deceiue Yet after this scarce Phaebe the ninth time Had showne her selfe to this our northerne Clime When Isis almost fainting thorow heate And hunting in the chace being in a sweate By chaunce a faire and pleasant Lawne espyed Through midst of which a shallow Brooke did slide And liking well the place the vpper brimme Toucht with her foote and finding coole and trimme The water willed all her Maydens there To bath themselues which when Medwaie did heare She hung the head afraid she should bewray That yet none knew and onely sought delay Till iealous Thams whether she would or no Caused her Maydes her garments to vndo Where with her naked body straight was showne Her shame the which vnwilling to haue knowne She couerd with her hands but all serud nought T was knowne and she confest where it was wrought Desiring pardon cause t was forced on her And gainst her will she suffred that dishonour But as Diana raged when she knew Calisto one of her faire retinew By Ioue was forced so did ISIS now And straight commaunded her from thence to goe And tolde her for her leawd fact angered That whether to the Northerne Pole she fled Where windie Boreas doth dayly strow The tops of Hyperborean hilles with Snow Or to the Tropicks where Apollos torch With extreame heate the sandy ground doth scortch Yet therefore should she not escape or flie The iust reward of her hypocisie Which could so vilde a fact so long time hide From being by her or her fellowes spide Which when poore Medwaie heard discomfited Vnwitting what to doe for feare halfe dead From thence she traueld by vncertaine wayes Like a great Shippe in the wide Ocean Seas Whose stately Maste being spent and proud Sayles lost Is by each waue hither and thither tost And still bewailde her miserable state Her wretched life brought to so low a rate Life seeming long to folke in miserie But short to those liue in felicitie Yet comfortlesse as she was like that wight Which on the high Alpes hauing lost by night His way and knoweth not which hand to turne Sits on a Bancke where while as he doth mourne His happes vnto the sable mantled Skies Farre off some Sheapheards by a fier espies She farde hearing the iangling of a Bell Following the which she came vnto a Cell Amidd the shadow of faire spreading trees Through which did breath a coole refreshing brees Where the woods Burgeses did dayly sing Sweete Laies vnto a pleasant purling Spring That thereby ranne which pleasing melodie Might well delight with his rare harmonie Each mortall creature whereas she did see An olde Man clad in russet on his knee Deuoutly mumbling Mattens which good sight At that time cheard her ouer dulled spright And till his mourning dueties he had ended At th'entrance of the Cell she him attended Which finisht in she went whom when he spied What wight she was much mus'd and more her eied All in a stoond for sillie man he nere Before that time like strange sight had seene there If she some Goddesse were he wist not well For of strange Goddesses he had heard tell That would leaue hautie heauen and resort To earthly Springes and Groues to take their sport Or if some Nimph to neighbour-woods belonging He did not know yet for he had a longing To wit what mister wight she was he did After he thither had her welcome bid Intreate her shew by knowing which quoth he You may be duely honoured by me To which Medwaie reuiud by 's courtesie Him mildly answered Father take not me For other then a wretched wight opprest With mightie griefe who craue but roome to rest Till wearie limbes I haue refresht againe Wherewith from foorth her eyes great shewers of raine Fell downe her blubbred cheekes whereat th' old man Rewing her sad distressed state began Entreat her tell the causes of her griefe Who sighing did her fortunes tell in briefe Both how the Satire in the Caue had vs'd her And how therefore her Mistris had refus'd her Which when the olde man heard rewing her paine Alas faire daughter quoth he do not plaine For plaintes in these extreames do nothing vaile And t is not good in vaine to weepe and waile What woman know there is no maladie So hard to cure but hath his remedie Ioue doth not alwayes foorth his thunder cast Nor still doth the hot raging Sommer last Still Boreas doth not with impetuous sway Raise mighty tempestes in the Ocean Sea Nor will these sorrowes dayly on thee tende Thy patience prowd away from thee they 'll wende All humaine accidents about do wheele And in one place do neuer soiorne still No more then this great heau'n which dayly wee To turne with an vnwearie course do see Then euen as Heauen the which is Fortunes horse sourse About the earth doth keepe a lasting course So must we thinke those fortunes which do fall Bred by high heauen yet not perpetuall Cold Winter past the healthy Spring doth come Then cholericke Sommer after sicke Autum Nor doth the influence of the heauens each hower Downe in one place still good or bad lucke power Therefore sad Nimph since what is thee befall Thou canst by no art backe againe recall Comfort thy selfe and hope that God will send To these thy griefe when he sees time an end In the meane season and till thou haue reard Th'vnwildie burthen and thy selfe hast cheard Stay heere with me So downe he wild her sit And ease her wearie limbes who glad of it Did rest her selfe straight on the dustie ground As glad so good
Or what God full of pittie shall we call Who t' end our woes to Rockes will turne vs all From hence foorth Pleasure be thou banished Out of this wretched place and in thy stead Let ouglie sorrow dayly on vs tende And thou bright Sunne would thou from hence wouldst wend And let thy light in mystie cloudes be pent For darknesse best besitteth discontent And take her with thee who borrowes her light From the cleere rayes of thy most glorious sight Take her which oft amidd her Nimphes doth play On Cinthus hill and often times doth stay Mongst Stigian Hagges for Thames deare to you both Is forst to flie for feare of Neptunes wroth And thou that wrapst all in forgetfulnesse And mortall folke dost ease of heauinesse Vnder thy blacke winges bringing diuers dreames From foorth Cimerian fieldes now hide the beames Proroceeding from the Starres in th'Hemisphere And make a generall darknesse euery where And Phylomell since thou art woont to mone Remembring still the great disgrace was done By thy false brother helpe vs to lament Or if thy mourning notes are fully spent Then giue a quiet eare to that we say For we huge wronges in sad tunes will display And you ô Trees in whom there life doth rest Shew foorth some signe as pittying our vnrest Let little Birdes be silent on your spray And on your boughs let Rauens croope by day But you that late your branches downe did bend From Thames faire face the Sun-beames to defend Now in despight to ground your branches throwe Since Thames is gone to shew you waile her woe You Lillies white whom whiter handes did gather And you faire blooming Roses Natures treasure Vpon your selues sadde sable Weedes bestow Since Thames is gone to shew you wayle her woe She was the Rose the Lillie of the day Whose leaues b'vntimely stormes do fall away Oh eccho all this place with mouring fill And marke the dolefull accents of our ill Sound foorth our griefe and let them neuer end Vntill the Heauens our fortunes do amend Oh let our iust complayninges loude and shrill Thorow these winding waters wander still Whereby those seas that on our shores do flow Our heauie griefe to forraigne lands may show And on their banckes let neuer trees more grow Since Thams is gone as signe you waile her woe And thou great Joue if any care thou hast Of earth or earthly thinges O do thou haste And saue her from false Neptunes treacherie Who honoured still thy sacred deitie Saue who the corners of thine Aulters dud Purple continually with luke warme bloud But ô it seemes great Joue thou hast no care Of vs nor of this worlde but it doth ere At all aduenture for if that you had Regard of humane thinges or if you made Esteeme of vs your owne hands workemanshyp Then would you of sad ISIS take some keepe And her protect from Neptune who amine Doth seeke her spotlesse chastetie to staine And he should not that hath so laboured T' abuse chast Maydens scape vnpunished Wherefore since Heauen and all therein are deafe And hearing not can not amende our griefe Let vs be gone and cease hence foorth to plaine For all our plaintes are spent but all in vaine This said they all arose all yll apayde And thence departed in dispaire of ayde From heauen or elie where vexing still the skies With their hot scalding sighes and greeuous cries But nor the cryes nor sighes did ISIS good Whom Boreas foule vnciuill Groome starke wood Did with a crew of wicked mates pursue As she some Felon were or wight vntrue Who poore soule seeing how she was oreborne Like pittious plaintes did make and so did mourne As with her husband Epimethius daughter Did then when they could see nothing but water When onely they of all mankind bereft Amid the billowes of the Seas were left Then when themselues were solely left in woe And saw no land nor any fellowes moe And fearing least at last she might be caught By that foule Leatcher who this wrong first wrought With hands lift vp she thus besought great Joue Heare thou great Father of the Gods aboue By whom all 's made maintained and disposde And from whom nought on earth is vndisclosde Who full of equitie dost all things right And wicked folke beholds with eies of spight Heare and behold the miserable state Of me thy Daughter dolfull desolate These teares ay me that from mine eies do fall For succour at thy helping hands do call Oh let not then my foe obtaine his will On me poore Maide nor let the windes fulfill The treason that he hath deuisd gainst mee But force them all retire and bacward flee To their abode O pittie me I pray Least following ages doe hereafter say In vaine thou holdes the thunder in thy hand Not helping those that helpe of thee demaunde So prayed Thamisis and straight great Joue Shaking his head thrice thundred from aboue In signe he heard and called Mercurie Charging him straight vnto Aeolia hie And tell the King when first I did accorde Ouer the wrastling windes to make him Lords I gaue in chardg he no man should opresse But seeke still offerd iniuries to redresse But since with Neptune he confederate is To wrong my tender darling Thamesis If he his windes do not in hast reclaime By Sytx tell him to his eternall shame Like how with Titans rude rebellious race I whilome dealt so will I him disgrace Yet for this wrong which is alreadie done At what time twixt the place where sets the Sunne And the right Northen Pole there doth appeare By Cassiopeia seated in her Chaire Within that milkie way made by my Queene A blasing Commet like fier flameing sheene Which shall be ere Apollo eight times leads Aboute the Zodiake his trampling steades Two princely Beastes shall come from Thames coole streame Which shall more dammadge do vndo his Realme Then did that mightie Boore Diana sent The Fielde of Calidon to spill or rent All quoth he in reuenge he durst attempt To wrong her whom from wrong I haue exempt This saide faire Maias Sonne the subtil God Takeing in hast his dead sleepe charming rod And winged shooes did leaue the christall skie Ioues princely Pallace where continually Th'erraticke starres in their sweete harmonie Do make rare soundes of heauenly melodie And downe from thence vnto this lower worlde Swifter then thunder bolt himselfe he hurlde And sought King Aeolus to whom he straight The purport of his coming did dilate Haue any ere in May a Garden seene With diuers slowers enameld fresh and greene And it reuewes when Phoebus is declinde Vnto the Southerne pole the same doth finde Oregrowne with wilde weedes and with stinking grasse Now would haue sayd in Aeolus there was Like change hearing great Ioues Embassadour For neuer was he troubled so before Saue when his Nephewes bawling did detect His Childrens lewd crime and incestious fact For which the guiltlesse Babe as punishment He cast to Dogs which it in peecemeale rent And to desilde Canace sent a sworde With which her owne selfe to the heart she gor'de For he much feared Joue his Soueraigne Knowing he might depose him from his Raigne And regall power therefore t' amend his fault And please the angrie God Postillians straight He after Boreas sent and did commaunde To bring them backe and cease their sute in hand Who neuer stayed till they the windes had founde And brought them backe and them againe had bounde In their base bondes of during Iron wrought Long since in Aetna by the Cyclops taught Their art by Lymping Vulcan who was plast there To be Joues workeman and the cheife Forge-maister Wherby distressed Thamesis was freed From those that had her ouerthrow decree'd And backe return'd to her sad Nimphs whom she Did finde her losse bewailing heauily Who when they saw her first far'd like to her Hath but one Sonne that for a Souldier Prest in his Princes seruice forth is gone To keepe his Countrie from inuasion Whom fearing to be drowned in the deepe Or by hard steele sent t'euerlasting sleepe Shee doth bewaile as dead and will not be When he returnes from death and daunger free Perswaded t is her Sonne but some vaine sight That would with idle shadowes her delight Till her cold feares are past for all of them thinking her wholly lost thought they had seene Her shadow not her selfe till she spake to them What time assured they all receiued her As an Hungarian Father doth his heire And only Sonne which hath a longsome time Mongst hated Turkes in hellish prison line Their sighes to songs their teares now almost spent They turn'd to laughter and to merriment And thankt the motor of the whirling Spheres That had not them forgot drowned in teares But stay my Muse the Skie is faire and cleare The Seas are calme no winde doth whistle heere Heere let vs anchour then for heere we may â—â—de â—afe to morrow being Holiday