my Sepha's name And sound her praise as swift as Eagles flie Let Marble be proud to preserve the same Left rotten time out-slip her memorie Lest Trumpets cease to sound and so forbear it Let Ecchoe's learn to dictate when they hear it 5 Ye sliding streams that pass so gently by Winding your waves and do not faster flee Ioy you to hear my Sepha's Elegy Or doe you linger to condole with me 'T is to condole since such is my estate Your bubling streams do murmur at my fate 6 Ye little Birds that us'd to sit and sing While Driades with Musicks nimble touch When woods and valleys did of Sepha ring Present harmonious tunes to make her couch A nest of Heav'nly raptures sweeter far With purer notes than earthly noises are 7 Why doe you now my Sepha's tunes forbear Why doe you cease to tune my Sepha's layes Why do'n't you now to wonted trees repair Why do'n't you sit and sing my Sepha's praise Ye warbling Chanters that such Musick bred Are ye grown weary or is Sepha dead 8 Or Sepha dead is Heav'nly Sepha dead No more shall earth be happy with her sweet No more shall eyes be with her beauty fed No more shall slowers be proud to kiss her feet No more shall Phoebus court her in a shower No more shall Bee's mistake her for a flower 9 In blessed times when vertuous Sepha liv'd The happy earth was with her beauty drest Each greedy eye that saw not Sepha griev'd Each flower was proud to be by Sepha prest Love-showring Pâ—…oebus spar'd no am'rous time And Bees on her did think to gather Thyme 10 Blest be the season and the hower blest When first my eyes in Sepha's eyes were seen When first my hopes began to build their nest When first I saw her walking on yoâ—… Green When first my lips sâ—…ipt Nectar from her brest Blest be the season and the hower blest 11 Ye stately Pines that dwell on lofty Hils Stoop down your heads with a dejected fall Let Boreas go sport with whom he wills And though you knew her not nor never shall Sob forth her plaints with a bewailing eye And say 't was Sepha's death that made you dye 12 Smilax and Crocus little blushing flowers Hence cease your red and let your pale begin And say you want those sweet distilling showers That Pâ—…oebus us'd to Court fair Sepha in Lillies forbear to stoop your drooping heads For now your shame the fairest Lillie's dead 13 That Lillie's dead in whom all graces been That Lillie's dead the fairest of the Nine That Lillie's dead where Natures art was seen That Lillie's dead whose odours were divine That Lower than whom more fairer there was none Is pluck't away the fairest Lillie's gone 14 She was the fairest and the sweetest creature That ever yet was subject to the Gods For they resolv'd she was the only feature In whom they joy'd the Powers delight in odds To deck their tents Fair Sepha 't was that mov'd My soul to bless thee Sepha whom I lov'd 15 Some Poets feign there is a Heav'n on Earth Earth hath its joyes to make a happy time Admired odors giving a new birth And sweetning joyes with Mâ—…lli-â—…lorâ—…'s thyme 'T is not a feigned but Heav'n rightly fam'd For I enjoy'd the Heav'n the Poets nam'd 16 Iove was propitious when â—… first begun To Court fair Sepha Eccho's nimble charm Rose-cheek't Adonis fairer than the Sun Had not a sweeter choice nor kinder harm Rough-footed Satyres Satyres Nymphs and Fauns Scatter'd her praise throughoâ—…t Diana's lawns 17 If I but walk't in Tâ—…mpe or the Groves To meditate my melancholly layes I was saluted with the murm'ring loves Of shady Pines repining at her praise Griev'd at her praise when they her name did hear They sigh for want of her sweet presence there 18 Or if weary of sighs I left the bowers To recreate me in the whispring Air I was saluted with distilling showers That brought me tidings of my sweetest fair Coming from Heav'n they told me news of this Iove had prepar'd already for her bliss 19 If to the Mountains I a voyage took Mountains with Roses and with Pinks adorn'd There lay Adonis by his silver hook Courted by Venus Venus by him scorn'd Venus with tears presents young Cupid's letter He hates her vows and loves fair Sepha better 20 If to the Garden Flora me invited Where all the dainty flowers are said to lye Those dainty â—…lowers that so much onâ—…e delighted Are now abasht and in their beauty dye Lillies and Roses startle at her name One pale for fear the other red for shame 21 If to the Woods perswaded by my Muse Even there were Ecchoes of â—…air Sepha's glory The warbling Chanters made a fine excuâ—…e For her delay and chanted forth the story Of her best praise by which I understood They striv'd with tunes to tell her to the wood 22 If I but chanc'd to walk unto the springs There sate the Muses warbling forth her story Wanton Thalia with sweet raptures sings Folding her name in Heav'ns immortall glory With Hymnes and layes they prattle forth delight And count her name the pen with which they write 23 Yet sad Melpomine rejoyceth not Nor ought but imprecations 'stows upon her She saith her beauty is to her a blot Whose so much goodness robs them of their honor Help then Melpomine with thy sad verâ—…e To tell her fate and houl upon her Herse 24 These were the plaints the 〈◊〉 Lad bestow'd The funeralls of his fair Sepha's death Behold said he the service that I ow'd And vow'd to pay Sepha shall be my breath When heard by Ladies of renowned glory They urg'd him to relate his Sepha's story 25 Ladies said he if your unhappy ears Admit such sad disasâ—…ers to have room I by your looks your inward thoughts appears You 'l Elegize this story that shall come You 'l sigh to hear my Seâ—…ha's hap while I Bend all my power to tell her fate and dye THE HISTORIE OF ARCADIUS and SEPHA Liber Primus AMidst Campania Fields near Sabine Bowers Plain to each view there stood two stately Towers Mounting aloft the skies their cloudy heads As proud as high disdaining their first Beds So curious was their building and their stone That both alike they both were took for one Shewing by' th' type of their conjoyning arts The true conjunction of each others hearts Two stately Towers for their buildings fam'd One Arathea th'other Talmos nam'd In Talmos Sepha dwelt whose heav'nly face Gave to each quill a line each line a grace In whispring forth her praise whose radiant eyes Like starry lamps that emulate the skies In height and beauty with their glâ—…ttering light Shone like the clearest stars i' th' darkest night Vpon her head she wore a Laurell Crown Knit up with sundry flowers on which Renown As chiefest Empress of her fate and beauty Did sympathize with a religious duty Hesperides in whose calm heart did rest No sullen strains but
hallowed room But if it ever an oblation make To any Altar or doe e're partake In any solemn sacrificers vow More zeal and honor shall appear in mine Amissa it shall be upon thy shrine These words were stopt by Menothantes Father Who to revenge his Sisters death but rather To quit his stock of an abusive crime Was laid upon the Worthies of the time Suppos'd though false by him whereof you have In this portraite a Copy which I leave To your chast eyes in hope you will permit A charitable censure over it For sweet Eramio's sake old Paeâ—â—s son Striving to perfect what he had begun To which his bloody heart had bin inur'd With his invenom'd dart a death procur'd To young Eramio who sighing said See see unhappy fate hath me betraid But while speaks he to Amissa goes Invokes the powers to pardon him and throws His body on the blood-besprinkled ground Where when distilling tears had washt her wounds Ay me said he that this doth us betide So kist into her lips his soul and dy'd So much the Cretan lad with weeping voice Had told and was about to tell the rest But lest said he Ladies the heavy noise Of her mishap should your chast ears molest A while give respite to my tongue that I May gather strength to end her Tragedy Finis Libri Primi SO far my Childish Muse the wanton plaid To crop those sweets the flowry Meadons bore Pleasing her self in valleys as she straid Unable yet those lofty hills to soar But now her wings by stronger winds aspire In deeper songs to tune her warbling lyre For what before her infant brain declar'd Was but a key to tune her quav'ring strings Allwaies to have her Instruments prepar'd To sing more sweet when she of Sepha sings Who from above even for her virtues sake Will shrill my sound and better Musick make Now let me tell how EPIMINIDES With weeping voice and penetrating eyes Reviv'd the Ladies who themselvs did pleaseâ—… By purling streams to wail his miseries Who while the Meads with his complainings rang Wiping his eyes these sad Encomions sang THE HISTORIE OF ARCADIUS and SEPHA Liber Secundus I Told you Ladies if your tender hearts Admit attention while my tongue imparts Such heavie newes how young Eramio came With yearly incense to the hallow'd fame Of the Alphaean worship and how fate Abridg'd his life with nights eternall date I told you also leaving her asleep How Sepha's eyes ore-charg'd with tears did weep And as she swounded how her curious hands Did give the earth a print which print still stands To keep her fame alive but what it was Through too much grief my toâ—…gue did overpass As fit'st it seems to be inserted here That as my heavy story doth draw neer Towards her end so her immortall praise Rap't in her sweet Encomions may raise Conjugall tears from each distilling eye Whose praise and fame shall them accompany With her harmonious voice I mean the love Her soul will powr upon them from above And that her eyes may make all sighs the fairer Her soul will smile to see the love they bare her The spices which Eramio had strew'd About the altar her wet eyes bedew'd With sorrowing tears which daily they did cast Vpon the same and made thereof a paste Like those congealed clouds which some have given A glorious title call'd the walls of Heaven So Sepha falling fell upon the same From whose fair hand that fair impression came By some swift Savo call'd for many say From thence Campanian a Savo took her way And there it is where each Campanian maid For yearly offerings her vow hath paid With the Medean draughts t' revive the fame Of Sepha dead Savo from Sepha came But that 's not all the print whereof I spake Though some affirm 't is yet 't is not a Lake For if the spices which Eramio cast Dry'd up her tears and thereof made a paste How can a Lake ensue but this is sure There was a corner of the altar pure From any blot on this Eramio laid His Aromatick spices as he praid This being turn'd into a past by those Distilling eyes which dying seldome close The palm of her fair hand did gently press The yeelding paste and as she up it reard Like a triangled heart the print appeard The fingers standing just upon the heart Presented Cupids shafts which he doth dart On simple souls from whence ensues the bloud The blood being gon came that â—…amâ—…anian flood Thus palm and fingers having shown the love By â—…upids net intangled strait did move T'another form no figure there was seen While yet they gaze upon 't the place grows green At this they stare at this a flower up-starts Which still presents the form of wounded hearts This being seen by Nymphs that haunt the Springs Each took a slip it to their Mansion brings Where being set it 's now in every grove A pretty flower and call'd the Lâ—…dy-glove Now let me tell of Sepha and her hap That did ensue while she in Fortunes lap Lies lull'd asleep sleep had her sense bereav'd And chieâ—…ly for the love she had conceiv'd Of her Arcadius bethinking hard Either he is of charity debarr'd Or linkt t' anothers virtue and surmising Hee 's not to be imbrac'dâ—… waking and rising She found her self by him to be imbrac't Who being present at her fall did haste To hale her breath again those eyes that wrought Confusion first now more confusion brought Having Arcadus kist she thinks some dream Deludes her wandering sense in which extream Rapt with conceit of this her present good Her greedy eyes with ardent wishes woo'd That Heaven in which her present hopes remain'd A worlds continuance and she had obtain'd What she desir'd had not the winged boy Vnbent his bow with period of their joy Yet something to her hopes he did admit To whet the heavy sacrificers wit While young Arcadius with trembling hand Felt how the pulse as if at Deaths command Sounded a loud Alarm fair Heav'n said he In whom all grace and vertues planted be Why will you suffer that a infernall hound To dare to come to give this heart this wound Vse that celestiall power the powerfull Gods Have giv'n that grief and you may live at odds I know those eyes one wink from those fair eyes Have power to banish hence all miseries Are incident to man so rare a gift Did nature find when onely but this shift T' amaze spectators she for you had left For know when Nature fram'd you she befreft The world of all perfections to make You of divine and Heav'nly good partake As well as humane that there might agree In you of every grace a sympathy So said the blushing damsell with delight Of this new friend did with her eyes requite His too soon ended speech O Heav'ns she said That have respect to me unworthy maid And daigne this good to me so oft desir'd Direct me so
cause that moves us to display our war O is 't not meritorious and far Beyond the price of their despised blood Your wisdome knowes your losse our cause is good Too good alas for them I know your love Still still remains alive which makes me move Those valâ—…ant hearts which alwayes you injoy'd To seek revenge 'gainst those that have destroyd Your noble friend my Father This o this Makes me require your help nor greater bliss Can to your dying tombes more honour gather Than to revenge your noble friend my Father O you so well belov'd I need not show The slothâ—…ull Thebans fearfulness you know The manner and the matter of their war How through disorder and discord they jar Amongst themselves your swords their Towers shake At the remembrance of your names they quake When in the skirmage you your valour send To court their necks and shew their lives their end Bethink you for whose sake you fight and let His wonted valor and remembrance whet Your all-commanding swords what greater gain Than their subjection can you obtain Honor from thence will spring their wealth glorieâ—… By you enjoy'd will fill your famous stories With never-dying fame and for your merit Your Sons shall everlasting praise inherit We for revenge renown and amity Our wars display they but for liberty When we have girt their City with the choice Of Martiall men then shall we hear their voice Come creeping to us but our ears are stopt From Traytors mouths till we have overtopt For justice sake on which we have reli'd Their weighty sins and high aspiring pride O you belov'd of all t is not a cause Of little worth nor only for applause I move you to this War survey your hearts There see his tomb his wounds and his deserts Ever to be admir'd your noble freind My Father whose too too unhappy end Requires their bloodâ—… desires no greater bliss Than to present his joyfull soul with this These and such words I us'd with me they swore To fetch the glory which the Thebans wore And plac't upon my Fathers tombe to crown Him with Heroick conquests and renown With me they went with me they overcame The Thebans pride and brought with them their fame Detain'd at wars I saw you not till late Returning home my ever happy fate Blest me to hear your voice My nimble Steed To gratulate my labour with the deed So well belov'd as if he knew my mind Lost me that you fair Lady might me find At this she smiles while his lov'd tale goes on Now since it is your chance to light upon What was ordain'd your own debar me not That service from which is my own by lot While I infolded in your love declare Those sweet contents in Venus pleasures are a For who with more delight can live What are Those joyes that may with these delights compare She blusht and said for e're she spake she blusht Then from her sweet but angry lips there rusht This angry speech beloved Sir I owe More inward zeal than yet I will bestow On your lascivious love and being near Her Talmos flung away and would not hear His quick-prepar'd excuse who over-waid With death-tormenting grief look'd up and said Shall these contempts ore-rule thy virtuous will O Sepha knowest thou whom thy scorns do kill Well she goes on nor looks behind to see The fruits of her disdain his Amitie But hasted home by fond suspition led So Arethusa from Alphaeus fled Till to her chamber come she unawares Beginning now to be perplext with cares Look'd from a window from a window spy'd Her fair Arcadius dead even then she cry'd Her nimble feet had not such power to bear Her half so fast awayâ—… as now her fear Returns her to him ready to complain Vpon her fate her tender eyes doe strain Balm to bedew his cheeks till a sweet kiss It seems beloved better than that blisse The Heav'ns bestow'd recall'd his sleepy eyes Who opening first straight shut again and lyes Clos'd in her arms as if nought more could grace him With greater joyes than when her arms imbrace him At length remembrance usherd by a grone Proclaim'd his life and am I left alone He said then op't his eyes whose fixed sight Not yet from deaths imbracings free did light Vpon her face about his voice to raise Soft kisses stop his speech those past he sayes Yee Gods whose too too hasty shafts have strook Beguiling joyes into my eyes and took My heavy soule from that thrice blessed place Where Sepha dwells who must Elisium grace What yeelds this Heav'n O would I still might live Her presence yeelds more joyes than Heav'n can give Invest me with all pleasures that you please In Heav'n to have with Canticles of ease That follow pious soules they nought will yield To me but grief while o're th' Elisian field And gloomy shades continuall steps I take For her safe wastage or'e the Stygian lake These words he spake taking her face for Heaven In whom the Powers all powerfull grace had given Where still he thought he was while Sepha griev'd With cordiall water from her eyes reviv'd His not yet living sense with greedy eyes He views her face who with this speech replyes To me 't is strange that you within whose brest Such rare undaunted strength and wit doth rest Through foolish grief should yeeld your sacred soul To Charons boat who shall your death condole So slightly caus'd shall I beleeve me no I 'le rather seek some noble means to show How much you strive with faint tormenting mind To raise that heart wherein you lie inshrind Should men dispair for once or twice refusall Few men would speed for to our Sex t is usual And often words outstep the carelesse lip Which past repent that e're they let them slip Now let this message in thy bosome light Arcadius thou art the sole delight Of this my wretched life for thee I live To live with thee to thee my love I give Preserve it then so worthy to be lov'd That of thee alwayes I may be belov'd Let no lascivious thought pollute the same Which may increase a scandall to my name But with unstain'd desires let me be led By Hymens rites unspotted to thy bed Have you not heard young lambs with wailing cries Lament their dams departure who still lies Vnder the sheerers hands with discontent Thinking them dead their sudden death lament While they to hinder the bemoning notes Get up and pay their ransome with their coats Even so Arcadius with attentiveâ—… care Observ'd each word her heav'nly lips did spare Still fearing lest some various conclusion Should draw his life to sable nights confusion But when he heard the full Ladies I know You can conceive what streams of joy did slow In his still honor'd brest he nimbly rose Conjur'd the Air to keep her message close From babling Ecchoes to her self he vows An amrous kiss and she his kiss allows He
crav'd remission for his faulty words Now askt and straight remission she affords And binds him to the limits of unstain'd Desire and with her golden tresses chain'd His heart from all deceit with such pure grace As ought in ev'ry lover to have place To Talmos she proud of her prize him ledd For know fair Sepha's parents both were dead Where entertain'd with many royall sips He drunk full boules of Nectar from her lips Time hasty to produce the marriage day Of these impatient lovers hy'd his way And Sepha after many sweet imbraces Fraught with conceit and stuft with interlaces Of their ensuing pleasure did permit Arcadius departure who unfit For any service but the winged God To Arathea went and as he rode Oft blam'd orehasty time their joy t' undo But prais'd him for the sports that should ensue Now was it when the fraction of the day From sable night had made Aurora way When a I ambiguous of succeding fate Forsook my native countrey for the hate 'Gainst me conceiv'd me a Minos Country bred Whose hundred Cities with amazement led Each eye to view their pride My Father old And I a pretty stripling did uphold The staffe of his declining age with care I cherisht him and did the burthen bear Of his domestick ployments now it was When all his businesse through my hands did pass That once he sent me to attend the sheep Where Woods sweet chanters summon'd me to sleep Within a Cave of Parâ—…an stone compos'd I laid me down I laid me down and clos'd My duskish eyes sure some inchantments kept The same with Magick spells for there I slept Whole seventeen years away awak'd at last I got me up and to my home did haste Not knowing so much time away was sled I call'd my friends but â—…o my friends were dead This known I left b Minoia and spent My dayes in Rome not caring where I went Nor what I did nor there I long remaind Cause more mishap was to my life ordain'd c Mugiona stands pointing to a way Call'd d Appia through which my journey lay Nor many dayes were spent before I came Vnto that Town which e Sora hath to name And there a while I staid a while I strove To kill those griefs which never ceas'd to move A desp'rate end for that unwisht mischance Still gnawing on my soul about t' advance My sword towards my end ô stay a while A voice bespake let not thy wrath beguile Thee of succeding joyes amaz'd I stood Not knowing why to save or spill my blood My eyes could shew me nothing but my ears Granted a convoy for the sob'd-forth tears Of a distressed Lady what mishap Hath Fortune more said she than to intrap Our joyes and cut them off the voice did guide Me to a little grove wherein I spi'd A wretched Lady with torn hair discover O're the dead corps of her beloved lover Th' irreparable loss and hatefull breath She did sustain through his untimely death Agast she trembled and with liquid eyes Sent with her lovers soul into the skyes Prayes that her end may with his end appear Or here to have him or to have him there A while I stood either with fear o'regon Or else with grief not able to go on Till she with sword tug'd from his wounded brest Made passage for her souls eternall rest I hi'd me to her but my steps were lost The wound was given saith she since we are crostâ—… Of Terrene pleasures and those joyes do miss Our soules shall wed in Heav'ns eternall bliss I striv'd to stop her blood but she deny'd That any favour should to her betide Since she was cross'd in all designes and said If the entreaties of a dying maid Sir Knight may move you grant this last request With your own sword give period to the rest Of him who did my Delithason slay O're yon ambitious hill he took his way I vow'd their deaths revenge withall desir'd Since she would die before her life expir'd Its glorious date t' acquaint my pitying ears With her sad story while whole shours of tears Imbalm the body dead alas said she You cause me to renew the grief must be My pasport to his foul then faintly rais'd Her weary head For ever be ye prais'd Ye Powrs that grant me liberty t' unfold Our Tragick ends and then this story told The Story of Delithason and Verista Not far remote there are four little lands Rul'd by that a God who girts them with his hands b Statinae call'd in these my Father dwelt Whose alwayes scraping but nere fill'd hand felt A mean of Fortunes good whether by Fate Or fore-ordained to expire the date Of my distressed life to meâ—…t's unknown But wealth with which those Isles have ever flown Heap'd to his hands a still encreasing croud Of gilded pills those riches made him proud Amongst the other fortunes that he had O whether shall I term it good or bad The Heav'ns assign'd him me Verista nam'd Who yet but young a false report had fam'd Rare beauty of me this ô this declar'd Draw'd many Princes that the same had heard To try the judgment of their eyes which fame By some confirm'd this Delithason came Not like a Prince as like a Prince he might Because he was a Prince but like a Knight With Sword and Lance but first I 'd have you know My Father amongst many had a foe Of Gyants race whose heart enur'd to wrong To rapes and base oppressions had long Appli'd his strength and now to torture more My Fathers brest that life might give him o're This quarrell pick'd he came and did demand Me for his wife and cause we did withstand His wish with kindled rage from Pluto's Cell He shakes his dangling locks and down to Hell A journey takes a Erinnis he implor'd And all the Furies which he there ador'd T' assist his new found plot nor yet in vain They adde their help with fire they rent in twain A Town my Father own'd the dwellers there Affraid of death t' abolish quite their fear Plastred the walls with brains their limbs bestrew'd The blushing streets with streams of blood bedew'd To this he adds a mischief worse and throwes Blasphemous oaths on which he did repose Vp to b Saturnus son c the sacred stones On which the people laid oblations He hurls about the Temple from the posts The gold he tears and in his mischief boasts By this my brother guided by the cryes Of conquer'd sounds came staring in and spies The honors of Celestiall Gods defac't A sling he had and from that sling did cast The over hastie stone and though he well Could use his sling yet did his art excell In managing his sword now heav'd aloft Threatning the Gyants death said he how oft Shall I be vext with too too partiall eye Of thy outrage perish with this and dye His speech scarce clos'd d Marfilos
while I in faith involv'd Fluentus doe by this make thee resolv'd Eramio to Fluentus REports of Gratulations to retain Me for your vowed servant are but vain For prosperous gales may drive me more your debtor Through Neptunes fomie floods to love you better For this pretext Epithalamium like The mirror of which influence doth strike That Epithesis to my humid sense That young Leander like I banish hence Foolish dispaire when such an easy price Favour'd by love may win a merchandise Richer than Cholchos pride such power and force Have your Platonick lines to make a course That once seem'd tedious when it was begun Pleasant and short to those that needs must run Thus far my thanks your counsell being had Kindly and seriously of one as glad As may be when he finds a friend will say And botch his lines to make an hower a day Trust me the winds are not so false as fleet Nor amorous nor kiss they all they meet Without exception those be foolish winds Which Boreâ—…s like blusters on all it finds There is indeed a breath that takes delight With his obdurate busses to affright Chaldei met come from Lavinium dales In love's disgrace but these are not the gales My Muse reports of t is a pleasing aire Which only sits and nestles in the haire Of my dear love which like a feth'red rain Circuits the Globe and thither comes again Witness the heads of those Aeolin streams Whose bubling currents murmur forth the dreams Of Nymphs and Satyres which acount the groves The ardent Salopia for their loves Ardent Narcissus mist the love he sought Yet foolish boy what ere he wisht he caught He lov'd himself and when himself he misses The eccho's mock him for his foolish wishes Amidst such Hero and such â—…hisban choices Thrusting him farther with their wanton voices To deeper griefs mounted on th' highest tops Dispair could grant those clear and silver drops Which only lingred time to kiss she sweet The innocent the purâ—… and heavenly feet Of my faire love amaz'd him to behold For what they touch't they straitway turn'd to gold For shame Queen Flora daigns not to appeare Abash't to seâ—… a fairer Flora here Nor Cynthia did more chastity embrace Than she nor Venus a more lovely face Whose radient eyes that kindle Cupids fire Are Cos amoris whetstones of desire Then strive not this intire knot to undoe For I can love thee and Amissa too Eramio This by the one wrot by the other read Stopt Letters mouthes and sudden Parly bred In which dispute Eramio did haste To publish proofs but in his proofs was cast O dear Fluentus said Eramio In whom my soul revives by this I know Thou art upright so will I be upright No more the wicked boy shall taint my sight With his deluding parables I hate His idle lawes and at as high a rate Esteem Diana's worship as before I ever did and her alone adore And will you then neglect that lovely chase Fluentus said you so much did imbrace I will said he and if Eramio live No more I will my youth and honour give To foolish love Idalia's son I bid Thy laws adue and so indeed he did Which when his love the faire Amissa knew How all her wished joys abortive grew She watch't a time even as Eramio came From sweet Casperia Dian's sacred flame And there by force love conquering did move her By force to make Eramio her lover Eramio starts mistrusting even as reason Her self would do some new intended treason What cause said he hath urg'd you to this plot Against my life ye men I know ye not About to strike the faire Amissa cryes O â—…old thy blow for if thou strik'st she dies Whose death thou seek'st And came the cause from thee Eramio said let this thy glory be Thou worst of Women that thou hast receiv'd Thy death from him whose hand hath thee bereav'â—… Of a polluted soul when thou shalt come 'Fore Rhâ—…damanth there to receive thy doom For this last act lament thy self and houl In that thou hast been tainted with so foul An ignominious stain could thy base hearâ—… Permit fruition to this dev'â—…ish art Of base conspiracy O hel-bred evill Hatch't by infernall potions of that Devill Father to thee and thine had I suppos'd So faire a frame as thine could have inclo'd Such hatefull guess within or had I thought Thy often flatt'ring messages had wrought By that black art from which this harm proceeds Or such faire beauty could have mask'd such deeds Long since thy soule to that black Cave had fled Of envious night and I snatch'd from thy head Those glorious Anadems thou us'd to wear Chaplets of curious flowers I did prepare For thy bewitching browes O how I hate My wicked star my too too envious fate I hate the time that did induce desire Of love I hate the fewel caus'd the fire I hate my eyes too credulous and kind To thy false heart that strikes thy beauty blind And which more honour from thy brest discovers To give example to young foolish lovers I vow by heaven and all the powers there be Therein I hate my self for loving thee His words half spoke Cyandus daughter cryes Is this the meed of zealous love and dyes For young Eramio in this plot deceav'd Vp from the ground the massie stone had heav'd Borne by the fury of a Tyrannous spite And as his present anger did invite Hurl'd it amongst them heard you not the sounds Of strugling vialls powring from their wounds Consumed oyle Amissa's feeble heart Paying untimely death for his wish't dart Its purest streams but lo a sudden change Wrought by inspired miracles doth range There deep amased eares amidst the throngs Of their shrill cryes were heard Elisian songs Like those when Iove his Ganimed had stolâ—… Grâ—…nting a pleasant convoy to her soul Her soul and body gon those Heav'ns to grace As too too worthy for this sordid place Her heart to manifest the cleer complection Of her upright of her unstain'd affection Was metamorphos'd to a Diamont Which so th' afflicted lover did affront With visions dreams and such like signs to move A good conceit of her unspotted love Hold hold said he let my revenge alone The Gods have wayes enowe if once but shown The time will come when Vâ—â—us will inspire Into each scornfull brest tormenting fire By nought to be extinguisht for I know If Poets can divine it must be so It must be so and those who now deride Her holy laws and have too much reli'd Vpon the foolish worships of the Queen Of Chastity whose power is still unseen Ev'n as I am so will I alwayes pray Shall be perplext a thousand times a day This hand curst be this hand and every hand That rescu'd me and helpt me to withstand That glorious yoke my neck should daily move Vnder Amissa's too respective love This hand no more shall sprinkle the persume Of Frankinsence in Dian's