best And that my heart liv'd in thy breast And now thou wondrest much that I Should what I swore then now deny And upon this thou taxest me With faithlessenesse inconstancy Thou hast no reason so to do Who can't dissemble ne'r must wooe 2. That so I lov'd thee 't is confest But 't was because I judg'd thee best For then I thought that thou alone Wast vertues beauties paragon But now that the deceit I find To love thee still were to be blind And I must needs confesse to thee I love in love variety 3. Alas should I love thee alone In a short time I should love none Who on one well lov'd feeds yet Once being cloy'd of all loaths it Would'st thou be subject to a fate To make me change my love to hate Blame me not then since 't is for love Of thee that I inconstant prove 4. And yet in truth 't is constancy For which I am accus'd by thee To nature those inconstant are Who fix their love on one that 's faire Why did she but for our delight Present such numbers to our sight ' Mongst all the earthly Kings there 's none Contented with one Crown alone She inconstant HA now you think y'have cheated me oh no I did believe you would do so Who ever did the various wind Still constant to one corner find Whenever did the changling air Show it self stil serene and fair Yet we might sooner hope these thus should be Than think to find in woman constancy 2. We may as well command the Sun not move As you with constancy to love Or bid the sea be free from waves When stormy blustring Boreas raves Nay we as well the Moon might wooe To leave her weekly change as you Your nature 't is and should you constant be I fear you 'd prove unnatural to me 3. You lighter much than feathers are and so Must move with whar e'r wind doth blow Hurried about now here now there Now yonder but yet fixt no where Perhaps at length a gust may be To bring you back once more to me But Jove forbid for yet I fear thou'dst move My ensnar'd soule to ruine in thy love The Resolution 1. NOw by that beauty I so much adore I am resolv'd to dote no more No longer shall my passions strive Me of my reason to deprive No longer will I subject be But nobly set my heart at liberty 2. Then go dear heart and be no more confin'd To a womans changling mind Why should'st thou a subject be To their selfe-will'd tyranny Break break thy bands and fetters know Subject to her thou' rt subject to a foe 3. There 's nought in her that thee her slave hath made 'T is thou that hast thy selfe betraid By fanc'ing that her beauties shine Like something more then halfe divine Think then thy selfe deceiv'd to be Thou' rt undeceiv'd and art than thought more free 4 'T is men alone that womens Empire raise By wooing them with fancied praise When if we would their masters be They must grant Superiority Nay did we cease to flatter thus 'T would not be long ere they would flatter us 5 Cease then my heart and dote no more in vain Thou never thus the fort wilt gain No more upon entreaties stand But learn like her how to command Those Castles which find no remorse On summons must be taken in by force She Weeping 1. SEe how she weepes with what a grace Sorrow it selfe showes in her face See how her ey 's still dart their beams Nothing ecclipsed by those streams See how those teares sprung from her eye Like pearles enchas'd on rubies lie 2. So have I seen the clouds distill Their heat drops yet the Sun shine still Which only some refreshment yield To the before Sun-scorched field Ah! precious teares might you but be Of halfe that comfort unto me Then should I deeme them far more rare Then all the Ocean jewells are But what avails it since in vaine I hope they should refresh my pain Since Ah poore me I plainly see They tears of greife not pity be The Wish 1. NO my desires are limited nor expand They halfe so far I do not crave To have dominion o're a mighty land Nor Cressue riches would I have The Grecian Empire would not be Of any comfort or content to me 2. While she deare she deigns not to cast an eye Of pity or regard my greife Rather insults upon my misery So far so far shee 's from releife Ah fairest Nymph all that I crave Is that one look of pity I might have 3. Would'st thou be pleas'd but once to smile on me For that smile I 'd the Indies slight In them there could not halfe that comfort be Not half that pleasure or delight No the whole world to me would seem For such a favour of too smal esteem 4. One smile I wish nor would I have thee be Too lavish of such boons as those Ah! how much would poor one recomfort me One smile enough thy pity showe And should'st thou not it then with-hold With joy I die or else grow over-bold Despair 1. AH me my tears and sighs I waste in vain In vain of her I beg releif Who neither pity's nor regards my pain Nor will yeild comfort to my grief 2. No more no more in vain to thee I 'l cry No thou my sighs no more shalt hear But to some lone shade I 'l retire and lie Lamenting my hard fortune there 3. Where the kind Echo from th'inclosed air Shall grant to me what e'r I say And from the hollow rocks answer my pray'r Nor ever like thee say me nay 4. But yet I fear lest while I here impart And tell my griefs unto each tree My bosome be not left without a heart 'T wil stil burst out and fly to thee Love or no Love I Think I lov'd but for pastime or so Nor can I well tell if I lov'd or no Sure Love I did but jeer thee for I find Thou hast left no impression on my mind Thy shafts ne'r yet touch'd me nor did thy dart That I was sensible e'r wound my heart Yet I can love without thee nor canst thou Subject that heart will sooner break than bow Strange that men should be causers of their woe And fancy passions when they are not so Thou hast no pow'r to conquer but what we By fancying a subjection give to thee I can love so that neither my desire Can mount so high as to be term'd a fire And I can cease to love when e'r I please Nor one nor t'other shall disturb my ease Go then fond boy and break thy feebler darts And boast no more thy pow'r to conquer hearts Since I have learn'd to fool thy pow'r and thee And love or not love with Tranquillity Gold 1. BAse sottish Idol which dost vainly boast T' extend thy pow'r from coast to coast Vaunting that there Temples be Rear'd in every heart to thee Boast no more for
may have done for me In what to do he promis'd but if he Have nothing done why then before that I Will be consum'd to nothing I will die Before the rigid Silvia that abate My death may somewhat of her cruell hate She that so pleas'd is with that plague the Dart Of her fair ey 's ha's gi'n my love-sick heart Wil with that wound which my brest shal endure From mine own hands be doubly pleas'd I 'm sure Thir. I new's of comfort bring thee and content Then deare Aminta cease thus to lament Amin. What say'st thou Thirsis must I live or die Thir. I bring thee life and safety for if I The other had I 'd not it bring but need There is of courage man and that with speed Amin. What need is there of courage pray and where Must I employ it Thir. If thy Silvia were Within a wood encompass'd round with rocks Where lions and fierce Tigers by whole flocks Did range no way to scape by strength or art To go to rescue her would'st have the heart Amin. More joyfull farr then on a holy day A Countrey wench doth run to dance or play Thir. If she ' mongst murd'rers were I fain would know Whether thou dar'st unto her rescue go Amin. I 'd go more readier then the Stag does fly To the long-wish'd-for fountain when he 's dry Thir. But greater proofes more courage do require Amin. I would for Silvia's sake passe through the fire Or through the floods when down the Mountains throw With a full torrent their dissolved snow I 'd go to hell it selfe if hell could be Where there is one so fair so good as she But tell me pray where is' t Thir. Hark then Amin. Go on Thir. Silvia attends thee naked and alone At that same fountain call'd Diana's well Dar'st thou to go Amin. Alas what dost thou tell Me Thirsis naked and alone do's she Stay for me sayst thou Thir. Unlesse Daphne be There who of our side is alone I say Amin. But naked prethee do's she for me stay Thir. I say she there stayes naked for thee but Amin. But what thou kilst me if that word thou put Thir. But I can't tel if thou hadst best to go Amin. Oh hard conclusion which all the forego Ing sweetnesse doth imbitter with what art Dost strive to wound my almost bloodlesse heart Is' t not enough that thus unhappy I Am but thou wilt increase my misery Thir. Aminta if thou wilt my counsel take Thou mayst be happy Amin. What for the gods sake Dost thou advise me Thir. What! That thou be bold And on what fortune thee presents lay hold Amin. The gods I hope will keep me that I may Ne're think a thought to displease Silvia I ne're displeas'd her yet but by my love Nor was 't my fault her beauties power did move Me to 't but let me when I cease to strive Silvia to please no longer care to live Answer me now If in thy Pow'r it were To leave her love wouldst do 't to ple asure her Love lets me not say so nay 't does deny That I should think to leave her love though I Could do 't Thir. Why then though leave her love thou could'st Yet in despight of her love her thou would'st Amin. Not in despight but yet I 'd love her still Thir. Why then thou love her would'st against her will Amin. Yes certainly I should Thir. Then dar'st thou not Against her will fool as thou art take what At first may hard and heavy seem once past Sweeter and sweeter growes unto the last Amin. Thirsis love for me answers and my heart Know's it's own means but cannot them impart Thee constant use ha's skil'd in loves great Art But that ha's bound my tongue which bound my heart Thir. Why then we wil not go Amin. Yes go wil I But not where thou dost deem Thir. Whither Amin. To die To die alas I 'l go if this be all The favour thou hast done me Thir. Think'st it small Think'st Daphne counsel would to go if find In part she did not that 't was Silvia's mind And who can tell it may be Silvia too Know's it her selfe but would not have that you Should know she knows it now if thou dost crave Her full consent thou do'st desire to have What would displease her most and then foole where Is that desire of thine to pleasure her Or if she would that thy injoyment were Thy theft and not her gift what need'st thou care Amin. But who assures me such is her desire Thir. Why see thou do'st that certainty require Which does and ought displease her and which thou Ought'st not to seek but pray imagine now That such were her desire and thou not go Equal the doubt is the losse equal so I think it better that couragiously Thou like a man than like a coward die Ar't silent thou' rt o'recome confesse I pray This love Aminta it occasion may Thy greater Vict'ry let 's go then Amin. I pray Thir. What stay seest not how fast the time does run Amin. Pray let us think first w ht is to be done Thir. We by the way wil think the rest but who Do's too much think things seldom wel doth do CHORUS LOve who can teach us thy mysterious art Who thy divinest fancies can impart Where may we learne them who can them display Since though the mind them comprehend away Arm'd with thy wing'd prowes they soare above Not learned Athens ere the art of love Could teach nor its Liceo could it shew Phaebus in Helicon thy art ne'r knew He could discourse of love 't is true but so As if he did thy art but blindly know Or were a learner cold were his desires Nor did his voice burn with celestiall fires As sits thy power nor could his thoughts arise To comprehend thy sacred mysteries Thou only Love a worthy master art In thy sublime and more then heav'nly art To rustick brests thou mak'st known those Divine And most Celestiall Characters of thine Writ by thine own hand in anothers eye Thy faithfull servants tongues thou dost untie And mak'st them glide in pure and nobler stream's Then ever issu'd from Poetick veines By thee divinest love there 's more exprest In broken words and speeches then the best Of Orators can do and more doth move Thy silence then their Rhetorick to love Heart-conquering Love to others leave will I To learn thy art in blind philosophy Or from the learned schooles I only will In faire ey 's study this mysterious skill And their high stiles and Poetry will lesse Then shall my rough or rustick times express Act. 3 Scen. 1. Thirsis Chorus of Shepherds O Horrid cruelty unheard unseen Or ever yet remembred to have been In humane brest three hundred times nay four Ingratefull sex thou nymph ingrateful more Why didst thou Nature show thy utmost art Thus in adorning womans outward part Why did'st her beaut'ous countenance indue With such a
amain On a dead carkase they had newly slain Of what I could not well discern but he Leaving his prey came running after me I stood him with intent to make him feel My dart than arrow was the sharper steel And thou knowst well I 'm mistresse of the art Of brandishing and lancing wel a dart I seldom use to misse and so when nigh Enough I thought him I my dart let fly But was it fault of fortune or of me I mist the wolf and stuck it in a tree The Wolf more fiercely at me runs and I Seeing 't was vain to use my bow did fly He follows me now hear a chance my vail Hap'd to untie and with the murm'ring gale Came through the woods blew up and down at last A bot a bough tangled it self so fast That though my force redoubled was my strength Could not prevail a rescue but at length Seeing no way t o'scape I thought it best Quite to untie it and there â—et it rest Which done I ran again with all my might Feare adding thousand wings unto my flight That he nere joyn'd me and I came out safe Unto my lodge where first of all I have Encountred thee and wondred much to see Thee stand amaz'd and wondring so at me Daph. Thou liv'st alas but others not Sil. doth't greive Thee Daphne then that I am still alive Hat'st thou me so Daph. no Silvia I 'm full glad Thou liv'st anothers death 't is makes me sad Sil. Whose death Daph. Aminta's Sil. Is he dead and how Daph. Well how I cannot tell nor do I know If it be certain Sil. Strange but can'st divine What was the occasion of his death Daph. why thine Sil. I understand thee not Daph. The tidings sad Brought of thy wretched death such power had O're him poore foul and o're his wearied life That I beleive 'thas brought him cord or knife Sil. I hope that vaine will this suspect of thine Be of his death as vain was that of mine For when men come to the effect they strive Let them boast what they wil before to live Daph. Silvia thou know'st not what the fire of love Can in a heart that 's not of marble move But thine 's more hard than stone else thou believe Would'st him for whom thou yet seem'st not to grieve And would'st have lov'd him who far more did prize Thy love than the dear apples of her ey 's I wel believ'd him knew and saw 't when he Having unloos'd the Tigresse from the tree An act that would have forc'd thee him to love Had'st had a heart but what is' t thee can move I say I saw him there reverse his dart And with his ful force strive to pierce his heart Nor did repent him though at first he di'd It in his crimson gore but once more tri'd To make it enter farther and he sure Had pierc'd his heart but I could not endure To see 't so staid him yet believe the rage Of that smal wound did not at all asswage His desp'rate constancy but onely made A freer passage for his thirsty blade Sil. What dost thou tell Daph. I saw him too when he First understood news of the death of thee To swound for grief reviv'd he fled away In fury with intent himself to slay And he 'l have done it surely Sil. Think'st thou so Daph. I cannot doubt it Sil. Oh my Daphne oh Why followedst not to hinder him with me Come now and seek to find him for if he Thinking me dead resolv'd himself to kill Sure now I live remain in life he will Daph. I follow'd him and sought him but in vain For when he once got out of sight again I could not find him nor his footsteps thou Then whither prethee wilt go seek him now Sil. Alas let 's go however for if we Don't stay him he will his own murd'rer be Daph. Perhaps it grieves thee then that any one Should boast of killing him but thee alone Or cruel one dost think it scorn his heart Should wounded be by any but thy dart Content thy self how e're he dies yet he Dies for thy sake thou wilt his murd'rer be Sil. Ay me thy comfort 's harsh but now I find That grief of heart which overswayes my mind For his sad chance imbittered is the more By how much I was rigorous before And the remembrance of my cruelty Torments me now I call'd it honesty And so it was but too severe by far Too cruel since it did all pity bar Now I repent me Daph. Strange what do I hear Pitiful thou what can thy flint heart bear The least impress'on weep'st thou what can move These tears are they of pity or of love Sil. They tears of love not but of pity are Daph. Pity to love is alwaies messenger As lightning to the thunder Chor. Oft when rest He hidden seeks within a virgins breast Who had with too strict honesty before Against his sly charms shut and barr'd the door He of mild pitie his fond servant takes The shape and habit and so entrance makes Daph. Silvia these tears of love be 't is too plain Art silent dost thou love thou lov'st in vain O divine force of love how justly thou Chastisest those who don 't thy pow'r avow Wretched Aminta like the Bee who leaves Sorrow to him he stings but yet bereaves Himself of life so now thou victor art And dying wounded hast that stony heart Which living thou ne'r couldst and if thou be A wandring spir't as I believe then see Her tears and though to thee all joy be past Rejoyce that thou hast overcome at last Lover in life belov'd in death if thy Eate 't were not to be lov'd til thou didst die Or if this cruel one at no lesse price Would sell her love then to him for it dies See thou hast given her the price she sought And with thy early death her love hast bought Chor. Dear price to him that gave it but more griev Ous far alas to her did it receive Sil. Could I but with my love his life regain Or with my life call him from death again Daph. Ah pitiful too late and too late wise Pity assists not where fate help denies Act. 4. Scen. 2. Ergasto Chore of Shepherds Silvia Daphne Erg. SO full my breast of pity is and so Clogd up with horror that I do not know Whither to turn me nothing comes to sight Nothing I hear which doth not me affright Chor. What newes brings our Ergasto sure 't is bad His countenance and accent both are sad Erg. I bring the sad news of Aminta's death Sil. Ay me Erg. The noblest shepherd that did breath Within these woods whose sweet comportments were Unto the nymphs and muses both so dear Chor. And is he dead and how relate that we May his untimely end lament with thee Sil. I dare not listen to this sad discourse Nor yet go near to hear it though of force Hear it I must wicked
was slain And with salt tears may wish me back again But listen now Thir. Proceed I wel thee mind And am to help thee at thy need inclin'd Amin. I was as yet a child scarce could crop Those fruits the willing trees did seem to drop From their full loaden branches near the earth When full of jollity and harmlesse mirth Not knowing love or caring it to know With th' sweetest nymph I did familiar grow That in the wind e're spread a golden hair It was the rich Cidippe's daughter fair Grandchild unto the great Montan whose flocks And mighty heards fill both the woods and rocks Silvia the glory of the woods the fire Of every heart of all souls the desire With her I kept such faithful company That 'twixt two Turtles ne're the like could be Nothing to me than Silvia was dearer Near were our houses but our hearts were nearer Her age was equal almost with my own But 'twixt our thoughts there was no diff'rence known With her I often us'd to spread the snares To catch the simple birds or fearful hares With her I us'd to force swift Does to flight Equal the prey was equal the delight But whilst we thus made prize of beasts a prize My self was made to her all-conqu'ring eyes And like a weed which of it self doth grow So grew there in my bosom from I know Not yet what root a strange and unknown fire Which made me Silvia's presence more desire Her eyes were food to me sweet but did leave A bitter did me of all joyes bereave And though my sighs alas now were not few Yet of those many sighs no cause I knew Thus was I e're that I could it discover By her fair ey 's forc'd to becoem a lover But how I came to know 't at last do thou Take notice pray Thir. Proceed and tell me how Amin. When Phoebus bright his hottest beams displai'd Silvi ' and Phillis once chanc't ' seek a shade Under a spreading beech when lo a Bee Buzzing about Phillis fair cheeks chanc'd see The lovely red she did in them disclose Did make the Bee mistake them for a Rose And think to gather honey from that sweet She lights but with too harsh salute did greet Those rosean cheeks and Phillis with the pain Of the sharp sting most sadly did complain When my Dear Silvia told her Phillis pray Lament not thus I soon will take away Thy pain with an inchantment which I learn'd Of the sage Aresia and I earn'd It well for in requital of it I Gave unto her my horn of Ivory VVhich was adorn'd with gold Thus having said Her sweeter lips to Phillis cheek she laid Just where the Bee had stung her and she there Muttred some words which well I could not hear But O most wonderful Phillis had ease Immediately and all her pain did cease VVhether it was her Magick art or no That so soon wrought the cure I don 't well know But I believe in her sweet mouth was such Vertue that it did heal all it did touch I that before had so restrain'd the fire Of love that nothing else I did desire But Silvia's presence and a paradice It was to feast my self on her fair ey 's Or hear the sweet tunes of her warbling voice More pleasing far to me than was the noise The little pibbles make in murm'ring sloods Or than the wind when 't sings among the woods Was now by an ambitious spirit inclin'd To a desire which wish'd my lips were join'd To hers This amorous desire me taught A very subtile craft which at length brought Me wish'd successe do but observe how love Makes mens ingenio's nimbly for to move Her wondrous cure on Phillis I did see The sight of that taught me to feign a Bee Had bit my under lip and though her pray I durst not for to take my pain away By her inchantment yet did my lament Expresse as 't were to her my hearts intent She harmlesse soul pittying the grief that I Made shew of proffered freely to apply Her cure to my feign'd wound which added fuel To my hearts wound and made it far more cruel Oh Thirsis never Bee did suck from Rose Honey so sweet as I did suck from those Sweet cherries of her lips though every kisse Me thought did yet want some part of its blisse For though I had a ful desire yet I Was or restrain'd by fear or modesty But whilst this honey mixt with gall descended Thus to my heart I sorry so soon ended Should be my blisse feign'd that her charms did ease Me somewhat but not quite the pain surcease Which made her willingly to take the trouble That to me sweet inchantment to redouble Thus so increas'd this love within my breast That at the last 't was forced to leave its nest Nor would it be kept secret so one day When we were sit as we were wont to play Shepherds and Nymphs together on the grasse Each lad some secrets whispering to his lasse I Silvia told Silvia I burn for thee And sure shal die unlesse thou helpest me Strait at my words there in her face arose A blush both shame and anger did disclose Bow'd to the ground her fair face was and she With nought but an harsh silence answer'd me And from me turn'd nor ever would she deign Since that to see or hear me speak again Though ful three years are past and I have tri'd All means I could to get her pacifi'd Except my death and could but that appease Her anger I methinks could die with ease And should account it highly worth my pain If I by death her pity could obtain And for my faith would deem it recompence Should she lament me when I 'm gone from hence But why should I wish grief unto that breast In which I fixed have my joy my rest Thir. But is it possible if she should hear Thee say thus much she longer could forbear This true love to requite Amin. That know not I But when I 'd speak she more my words doth fly Than doth an aspe the charmer Thir. Trust to me Aminta and I will procure that she Shal hearken to thee Amin. Nothing from her can you Thirsis procure or if procure you do That I speak to her yet alas in vain Will be my speech and I shall nothing gain Thir. Why dost despair so Amin. Just occasion I Have to despair nay rather for to die For the wise Mopsu's long since did foreshow This my hard fortune Mopsus who doth know The vertue of all herbs and talk of birds Thir. Which Mopsus speakst thou of of him whose words Are honi'd and who has a friendly smile In 's face but in his heart has nought but guile Be of good cheer Aminta do not fear Those uncouth prophesies he sels so dear To unadvised persons I reject As foolish for they never have effect This know I by experience and I Cause he hath thus foretold do hope thereby
That in thy love all things wil succeed wel Amin. If by experience thou canst ought me tell Which comfort may my hope pray don't it hide Thir. When I came hither first for to abide Within these woods I knew and did esteem This Mopsus such as thou dost now him deem I had by chance occasion for to go To the great Citie which I let him know As hoping his advice when thus to me He spake To the great land thou go'st said he Where the sly Citizens and those o' th Court Of simple rusticks make a scoffing sport Therefore be sure this counsel take of mine Come not near those whom thou shalt see to shine With gold and stones and other vain devices But above all and slight not my advices Beware least thou be led by thy ill fate Or youthful curios'ty to the gate O' th magazine of pratlers Then strait I Demanded of him what that place might be In this place Sorceresses live said he Who by inchantments do all things unvail What to thee seems pure gold to them is pale And sordid brasse those arches thou with treasure Deemst fil'd are dirt and mire out of measure There are the wals built with great art and do Speak themselves and to speakers answer too Nor do they answer a dumb voice alone As Eccho here but in words one by one Tables and stools and all go tittle tattle And should a dumb man enter here he 'd prattle But ther 's worse evil yet here maist thou be Chang'd into water fier or a tree Water of tears and fire of sighs content With this fond foresight I to th' City went Where guided by blest fate I chanc'd to spy The happy lodge as I was passing by With curious eye expecting something worth My sight I chanc'd to hear at length come forth Out of the gate such pleasant murm'ring noises Of nymphs and Sirens the harmonious voices As made me stand astonied with delight The object pleas'd so both my ears and sight Just by the gate as guard to things so good A man of a magnan'mous aspect stood To whom I do not wel know which I were Best give that stile of Duke or Cavalier He with benign and grave aspect together Invited great and smal to come in thither Nor did he me poor simple soul despise O gods what did I see there near mine eyes Enjoy'd such blessed sights nymphs ful as fair As heavenly goddesses or far more rare Beauties more bright then glittering Phaebus beams When at his rise he guild's the eastern streams There sate Apollo and the Muses nine Shining in all their Graces so Divine And ' mongst the Muses sate the sage Elpin Then was I ravished with a high desire Then first I flam'd with a Poetick fire I sang the lives of Kings o th ' ancient times Scorning a mean verse or pastorall rimes And though again I to these woods return'd By my ill destiny yet still I burn'd With some part of that fire yet did abound My Pipe still with a more then rurall sound But envious Mopsus chancing me to spy One day cast at me a Malignant eye Whereby I hoarse became and then long time I silent was and sung no more in rime Seen by the Wolfe Pastors supposed me Which caus'd my silence but that wolfe was he This I have told thee that thou maist perceive How willing is this Mopso to deceive And void of faith and therefore cause he will Thee void of hope I 'd have thee hope more still Amin. It pleases me extreamly for to heare What thou hast told then of my life the care To thee I do commit Thir. Let me alone I care will take of it as of my own I le go see what for thee I can prevaile Then in an houre to meet me do not faile CHORUS MOst blessed age of gold not cause the floods Stream'd down pure snow white milk nor cause the woods Distill'd sweet hony or the free earth bore Her fruits untouch't nor had her bowells tore As yet by th' labr'ing ploughman lambs might erre Through the thick forrests without noise or fear Nor yet because no winters clouds begun T ' ecclipse that Radiant Splendor of the Sun With which it's warme and pleasant beames did bring The wish'd-for happ'nesse of a constant spring Nor wandring pines did yet with sails unfold For warr or gain compass the late known world But only cause that foolish and that vain Idol of errors and deceit that name So without substance which the Vulgar mad Did afterwards call Honour as yet had No Power to play the Tyrant or controule The Peace and Freedome of a joviall soule But nymphs and pastors sweetly liv'd nor knew Any delight but what from freedom grew Not subject but to law perform'd with ease Which nature writ Is lawful if it please No need there was of Cupids torch to move Or shafts to force the Nymphs and Swains to love Their very sports inflam'd them and their smiles They mix with their sweet words and then e're while Both with their sweeter kisses then the rose Of her fair cheeks the Virgin did disclose Freely to all which now alas are blown To the delight and pleasure but of one Then often by the waters of a bright Spring lovers us'd to take their full delight But thou perversest honour first didst shade This fountain of delight and thou first made This freedom cease and thou didst first deny Water to quench his thirst whom love made dry Thou taught'st those splendant beauties first to lie Vail'd and obscur'd from every am'rous eye Their all gold shining hair thou didst restrain Into a net and thou hast put a rein To all sweet dear lascivious acts and we Think now that theft which us'd loves gift to be And all these acts of thine turn to our pain But thou great Jove who with thy power dost reign O're love and nature with a word can'st tame The greatest Monarchs and whose very name Strikes terrour why alas dost take delight To disturb us poor miscreants kings of might And power best fit thy thoughts disturb their peace And grant great god that we may live at ease And by thy divine providence be hurl'd Into the golden o th' ancient world We 'l hope since there 's no joy when once one dies We 'l hope that as we have seen with our eies The Sun to set so we may see it rise Act. 2. Scen. 1. Satyre alone SMall is the Bee much smaller is her sting Yet doth its wound both pain sorrow bring But what 's more smal then love since it conceals It self within such minute parts and steals Into the smallest spaces now it rests Within the valley of two alp-like breasts Now creeps and hides it self within the fair And curled tresses of a golden hair Now under twinkling eye-brows now i' th' sleek And rosie dimples of a laughing cheek Yet are it's wounds it's plagues so sad so sore That nought can
I sing not of those Trojan wars VVhose fame already mounts the stars Or vict'ry of the Greeks Nor yet will I employ my muse To tell you how they fed the Jews With garlick and with leeks 3. But yet the best I can I 'l tell What in a voyage me befell Made from a land of Moors A land of asses well you wot I left but yet I 'l tell you what I chanc'd to light ' mongst * I came on a Flemish ship bores 4. I never thought beasts of that race Did use the surging seas to trace Their brawn is good at feasts But yet I 'l tell you I might guesse Both lands were low so more or lesse Both people might be beasts 5. Good god should I give you account Of all my labours they 'd surmount Great Hercules his * I had occasion of no more seven For I believe these bores are so Much like the Turks they think to go By bestialities to Heaven 6. First come aboard with a great stir They gruntled out You 'r welcome Sir I star'd and was half daunted They grin'd and grunted so together That what with that and the foul weather I fear'd I was inchanted 7. The Captain strait me carries in And drinks to me in my own wine 'T is true I tell you now And faith I judg'd it well as yet If I amongst these Bores could get A pig of my own sow 8. But when we came to dinner oh My mouth with water 'gan to flow You never saw the like For I believe that such pure meat So sluttish drest was never eat By any Irish Tike 9. I now 'gan to repent in vain And wish'd my self ashore again To feed there like an asse But all alas would not prevail For now our ship was under sail I wisht't had been on grasse 10. But come I will observe some order Though they had none in all their larder And tell you of their diet I do beleive you 'l think it good But this advise you that you wou'd Ne'r venture for to try it 11. First enter then a bowl of beans Boil'd just to mash and swims with streams Of grease as black as hell 'T is good sea meat you need not chew it And if you 're sick with ease you spew it And this I think likes well 12. The next is lentils which they boil With a commixtion of whales oyl With that a little brandy Then Devils Cook with all your tricks And boil the waters of black Stix This dish wil go beyond ye 13. Then comes in Stock-fish ful as tough As Bacon rind and twice as rough They 'l take no pains to beat it And I 'l besworn can I get hay That feed but like a horse I may I 'l take no pains to eat it 14. To see the maggots in the Cheese Is that which best of all doth please How monstrously they shew A vomit or a stool to urge You need no glister nor a purge Ne'r fear but this will do 15. But if on Sundays we did get A piece of powder'd beef why it Was monstrous rare and fine O then you 'd see them flash and slay And swear by th' Sacrament that they Like Hogon Mogons dine 16 'T is true the flesh a hogo has But yet with them it well doth passe For wonderous good fare And now I 've told you of their meat I 'l tell you who they were it eat You 'l judge what Bores they are 17. Then first the Captain mounts the stage And he appears a Saint of age Although he be not old Yet so his grace his age outstript That full nine years since he was dipt As I have oft been told 18 O 't is a fatted Boar I 'l swear That with his bristles and his hair He 's full ten foot about And faith when first I did him see I thought Golias such as he Though this wa'n't half so stout 19. Had you but seen with how much pains He 'd wallow down the meat like grains 'T would put you in a fear For if you seek the whole world round Scarce such another would be found Unless 't a Marriot were 20. I wondred much how he could stay To hear grace said or rather pray-re For 't was not he that said it But if you understand aright It did but whet his appetite God! how he after paid it 21. Next mounts the mate our holy brother The world affords not such another 'T is a most precious Saint O you might hear him preach and pray Till quite his breath was gone away I 'm sure til I did faint 22. O what a piece of carrion 't was As lean as any straw-fed Asse A pox upon his lungs For had you heard his tittle tattle You would have sworn by his prattle He had had twenty tongues 23. You 'l judge the rest of this foul rabble And put me to no further trouble That I felt there was sore And I imagine all like me That were they caught but once they 'd be Intrapped by them no more 24. I do believe these are the swine With whom the prodigal did dine At least like them they be But if his whores were of this kind He had a dev'lish lustful mind Faith he should for me 25. But all this while we under saile Endured many a bitter gale And yet I wisht for more I was so tired with hard fare That in good troth I did not care Though I came wet ashore 26. At length we reach'd Messina here The Spanish Boyes did scold and jeer And cal'd me English dog I thought they with more reason might Against the Captain vent their spite And call him Flemish hog 27. Wel here I some refreshment got I after wish'd I had it not It made my grief the more For all my hate to Borish diet Yet I was forc'd again to try it Which worse was than before 28. Scarce gotten from Messina well Becalm'd before the gates of hel Full fourteen dayes we lay Judge now in what a case we were They call it Strombello and here The Devil dwels they say 29. I think the Dee'l had a desire To Cook a whole Bore at his fire But none were good enough 'T was well for them they wa'n't in case And though the Captains burly face Yet he was found too tough 30. At last we reach'd unto our port Which made my heart begin to sport I thought I was in heaven This voyage taught me how to preach But all the doctrine that I teach Is w' are the Flemings leaven Dom. Baudii Gno Iamb lib. primus WHo bears a manlike soul or valiant breast Provokes not dangers to disturb his rest Nor is so prodigal on every cause Too light to spend his strength but when the lawes The true Religion or his Countries good Crave his assistance freely spils his blood To cast away our life denotes a fear Who throws not off that load he cannot bear Cato or Cassius scarce deserv'd a room In