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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56569	A pastoral upon the death of Her Grace the Dutchess of Ormond		1684 (1684)	Wing P678; ESTC R18349	2,765	4

A PASTORAL Upon the DEATH of HER GRACE THE Dutchess of Ormond Qua nihil majus meliuse Terris Fata donavere bonique Divi Nec dabunt Quamvis redeant in Aurum Tempora priscum Horat. MYRTILLO ALEXIS Myrtillo IF loaded Eye-lids and a clouded Brow Cross'd Arms and rising Sighs great Sorrow shew And if one Friend may know anothers care Why these sad Marks does my Alexis wear Alexis Alas Myrtillo cast thy eyes around And tell me What like comfort 's to be found The Sun has not sent forth one chearful Ray But worn a Cloud of Mourning all the day See how our drooping Flocks no Pastures heed But bleat about us and neglect to feed Let Nature look in all her Orders sad Nor Envy dare to shew it if she 's glad Since nothing nothing now can Joy restore For Fate has struck and PYRRHA is no more Myrtillo PYRRHA for whom our daily Vows we pay'd And best-lov'd Younglings on the Altar lay'd For whose long Well-fare Life and happy State All grateful Pray'rs on the good Gods did wait Whose Virtue Nymphs were taught to copy young For 't was the Theme of ev'ry Shepherds Song Has Fate at last prevail'd And is SHE gone O whither now shall many wretched run The Injur'd for Redress the Poor for Aid Worth for Reward or Grief to be allay'd Since Justice Pity Bounty quits our Plains But Sorrow grows Eternal and remains Alexis As full-blown Flow'rs that long have deck'd the ground And with their Odours fill'd the Air around Bend down their heads at last to Mother Earth And fade away though to a second Birth Or as tall Caedars who admir'd have stood For many years the Glory of the Wood Finding in time their sacred Roots decay Are by the next rude Tempest torn away So flourish'd PYRRHA and as high did rise Adorn'd the Earth and seem'd to reach the Skies Fair without blemish Lofty without Pride But Oh! the Tempest rose and PYRRHA dy'd Gone then 's all Spring now Winter's only ours Sighs rise like Storms and Tears must fall like Show'rs Myrtillo If full of Years and Honours PYRRHA fell Grief may with Swains of humbler Talents dwell While to a nobler Work our minds we raise Suspend our Sorrows and proclaim Her Praise Alexis As round Heav'ns Throne whole Choirs of Angels throng Yet all their Triumph's one Eternal Song So here on Earth should PYRRHA 's Praises last Till Time 's no more and Natures works lie wast Myrtillo Then let us tune our Reeds Thou first the Lay Begin Our Flocks shall listen and I 'll play So up to PYRRHA'S Fame our Notes we 'll raise Suspend our Sorrows and proclaim her Praise Alexis Mean time ye boundless Winds your Gusts forbear And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear Keep back ye Rivers and forbear to run Till the great Tale of PYRRHA 's Fame be done Then let each wind bear it where-e'r it blows Catch it ye Hills and Valleys as it goes With your assenting Ecchoes in the close Murmur it Floods as to your Seas ye creep And with it add new Wonders to the Deep For the Renown of PYRRHA 's Name shall last Till Time 's no more and Natures Works lie wast Myrtillo On then Alexis As Stars before the rising day Seem in their Orbs to sink and dive away So all the Nymphs upon our fertile Plains Though proud and cruel to their sighing Swains When PYRRHA 's pow'rful Charms approachd they fail'd And any Satyr might have then prevail'd So much in blooming Youth cou'd she surprize Sh 'ad all the panting Hearts and wishing Eyes Come then ye Nymphs of Arcadia draw near Weep round her Earth and all your Garlands tear For PYRRHA 's Beauty once no Equal knew But Fate has seiz'd Her now and must have You. Myrtillo PYRRHA's bright Eyes enlightned every Grove And fir'd at last ALCANDER's Heart with Love The Nymph found Him a Tryumph worth Her Charms And She alone was fit to fill His Arms Many did either Conquest wish t' have made But only They each other could invade For in Her Form did Nature seem improv'd And He was fram'd to Love and be Belov'd Therefore Heav'n smil'd and all the Stars look'd kind When Pyrrha and Alcander's Hearts were joyn'd Alexis Who has not heard of great Alcander 's Name So long the Muses Task and Pride of Fame Pan early chose and made him great in Pow'r When the Wolves rag'd and did our Flocks devour He took the guard of the molested Plains Saw our Lambs fed and chear'd Us frighted Swains Wak'd with us ' midst dark Nights and pinching Colds To drive the howling Monsters from our Folds In all which time PYRRHA His charming Bride Oft came and watch'd as He did by His side Of his worst dangers still her part would bear And for all Joys She gave Him ask'd but care Now ye poor Flocks go bleat about and stray Ye Shepherds cast your Scrips and Hooks away Stretch'd on the ground your fatal loss bemoan And call on PYRRHA 's Name at evr'y groan Myrtillo Full Fifty happy years this matchless Pair Liv'd in unshaken Love No Jealous care Or mean Distrust did once their Joys molest So in a Noble Off-spring were They blest Of Warlike Youths worthy their Fathers Name And Daughters spotless as their Mothers Fame Bold Celadon the Darling of loud War And Strephon now whose pious shoulders bear The burden of his aged Fathers care Young Damon lovely as the Beams that play about our East and lead the corning Day Fair Phyllida who was with Aegon wed And blest Him with a Faithful Fruitful Bed Generous Lysca too by Nature taught To recommend the poor mans cause unsought Alexis All these the Off-spring were of PYRRHA 's Womb Come then ye Mothers mourn around Her Tomb In PYRRHA 's Name your Mystick Rites perform When to your Aid ye would Lucina charm Either the lab'ring Matrons pangs to ease Or bless the Barren Mourner with increase Myrtillo Oh! kind Alexis still pursue thy Song How these fair Branches grew or wither'd young Alexis Brave Celadon through Fate untimely fail'd And was by Pan and all his Train bewail'd Some mourning Muses sung Him to His Tomb Yet others felt more grief and thence mere dumb Young Damon faded in His Beauties Pride And Phyllida no less lamented dy'd But long may Strephon 's Life rejoyce the years Of good Alcander and assist His Cares Fulness of time kind Heav'n to Lysca give 'T is for your Honour Gods that She should live For She the more of days you Her afford By Her good Deeds will make You more ador'd Since Lysca was of pious PYRRHA born And PYRRHA 's Virtues Lysca 's Heart adorn Myrtillo But what shall now give good Alcander joy Alexis The Gods when Fate took Celadon away Call'd Daphnis forth th' Heroick Race to run Which his great Parent had so well begun From Celadon 's brave Loins young Daphnis came Full of His Heat and conscious of His Fame Whose Mind his Fathers Deeds did so imploy He grew Alcander 's Hopes and PYRRHA 's joy PYRRHA lov'd Daphnis and with pleasure found The Hero 's Virtues in the Youth abound When Daphnis languish'd PYRRHA did provide The charming soft Aminta for His Bride Aminta tender as the Lambs that play In Sunny morns and Innocent as They Sweet as those Ev'ning Airs that gently blow Where the rich fragrant Eastern Spices grow Calm as our Groves in a fair Summers Night And Lovely as the first-created Light Daphnis was born Amintas with Him joyn'd To chase all sorrows from Alcander 's mind To add new Honours to His store of Fame And a long Race of Heroes to His Name His Name which shall with PYRRHA 's Praises last Till Time 's no more and Natures Works lie wast Printed and Sold by N. Thompson at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross 1684.