Waues doth gladly saue And frees Marina from the Caue SO soone aâ— can a Martin from our Towne Fly to the Riuer vnderneath the Down And backe returne with mortâ—â— in her hill Some little â—â—â—nny in her nest to fill The Shepherd came And thus began anew Two houres alas onely two houres are due From time to him t' is sentenc'd so of those That here on earth as Destinies dispose The liues and deaths of men and that time past He yeelds his iudgement leaue and breaths his last But to the cause Great Goddesse vnderstand In Mona-Ile thrust from the Brittish land As since it needed nought of others store It would intire be and a part no more There liu'd a Maid so faire that for her sake Since she was borne the Ile had neuer Snake Nor were it fit a deadly sting should be To hazard such admired Symmetrie So many beauties so commâ—â—â— in one That all delight were dead if she were gone Shepherds that in her cleare eyes did delight Whilst they were open neuer held it night And were they shut although the morning gray Call'd vp the Sun they hardly thoughâ— it day Or if they call'd it so they did not passe Withall to say that it eclipsed 〈◊〉 The Roses on her cheekes such as each â—urne Phoebus might kisse but had no powre to burne From her sweet lips distill sweetâ— sweeteâ— doe Then from a Cherry halfe way cut in two Whose yeelding touch would aâ— Promet 〈…〉 Lumps truly senslesse with a Muse inspire Who praising her would youth's desire â—o 〈◊〉 Each man in minde should be a rauisher Some say the nimble-witted Mercury Went late disguis'd professing Palmistrie And Milk-maids fortunes told abouâ— the Land Onely to get a touch of her soft hand And that a Shepherd walking on the brim Of a cleare streame where she did vse to swim Saw her by chance and thinking she had beene Of Chastitie the pure and fairest Queene Stole thence dismaid lest he by her decree Might vndergoe Acteons destinie Did youths kinde heat inflame me but the snow Vpon my head shewes it coold long agoe I then could giue fitting so faire a feature Right to her fame and fame to such a creature When now much like a man the Palsie shakes And spectacles befriend yet vndertakes To limne a Lady to whose red and white Apelles curious hand would owe some right His too vnsteady Pencell shadowes here Somewhat too much and giues not ouer cleere His eye deceiu'd mingles his colours wrong There strikes too little and here staies too long Does and vndoes takes off puts on in vaine Now too much white then too much red againe And thinking then to giue some speciall grace He workes it ill or so mistakes the place That she which sits were better pay for nought Then haue it ended and so lamely wrought So doe I in this weake description erre And striuing more to grace more iniure her For euer where true worth for praise doth call He rightly nothing giues that giues not all But as a Lad who learning to diuide By one small misse the whole hath falsifide Caelia men call'd and rightly call'd her so Whom Philocel of all the Swaines I know Most worthy lou'd alas that loue should be Subiect to fortunes mutabilitie What euer learned Bards to fore haue sung Or on the Plaines Shepherds and Maidens young Of sad mishaps in loue are set to tell Comes short to match the Fate of Philocel For as a Labourer toyling at a Bay To force some cleere streame from his wonted way Working on this side sees the water run Where he wrought last and thought it firmely done And that leake stopt heares it come breaking out Another where in a farre greater spout Which mended to and with a turfe made trim The brooke is ready to o'reflow the brim Or in the banke the water hauing got Some Mole-hole runs where he expected not And when all 's done still feares lest some great raine Might bring a flood and throw all downe againe So in our Shepherds loue one hazard gone Another still as bad was comming on This danger past another doth begin And one mishap thrust out lets twenty in For he that loues and in it hath no stay Limits his blisse seld ' past the Marriage day But Philocels alas and Caelia's too Must ne're attaine so farre as others doe Else Fortune in them from her course should swerue Who most afflicts those that most good deserue Twice had the glorious Sun run through the Signer And with his kindly heat improu'd the Mines As such affirme with certaine hopes that try The vaine and fruitlesse Art of Alohymie Since our Swaine lou'd and twice had Phoebus bin In horned Aries taking vp his Inne Ere he of Caelia's heart possession won And since that time all his intentions done Nothing to bring her thence All eyes vpon her Watchfull as Vertues are on truest Honour Kept on the I le as carefully of some As by the Troians their Palladium But where 's the Fortresse that can Loue debar The forces to oppose when he makes war The Watch which he shall neuer finde asleepe The Spye that shall disclose his counsels deepe That Fort that Force that Watch that Spye would be A lasting stop to a fifth Emperie But we as well may keepe the heat from fire As seuer hearts whom loue hath made intire In louely May when Titans golden raies Make ods in houres betweene the nights and daies And weigheth almost downe the once-euen Scale Where night and day by th' Aequinoctiall Were laid in ballance as his powre he bent To banish Cynthia from her Regiment To Latmus stately Hill and with his light To rule the vpper world both day and night Making the poore Antipodes to feare A like coniunction 'twixt great Iupiter And some Aloâ—mena new or that the Sun From their Horizon did obliquely run This time the Swaineâ— and Maidens of the I le The day with sportiue dances doe beguile And euery Valley ringâ— with shepherds songs And euery Eccho each sweet noat prolongs And euery Riuer with vnusuall pride And dimpled cheeke rowles sleeping to the tide And lesser springs which ayrie-breeding Woods Preferre as hand-maids to the mighty floods Scarce fill vp halfe their channels making haste In feare as boyes lest all the sport be past Now was the Lord and Lady of the May Meeting the May-pole at the breake of day And Caelia as the fairest on the Greene Not without some Maids enuy chosen Queene Now was the time com'n when our gentle Swaine Must inne his haruest or lose all againe Now must he plucke the Rose lest other hands Or tempests blemish what so fairely stands And therefore as they had before decreed Our shepherd goâ—s a Boat and with all speed In night that doth on Louers actions smile Arriued safe on Mona's fruitfull Ile Betweene two â—ooks immortall without mother That stand as if one facing one another There ran a Creekâ— vp intricate
euery Rill Sent vp their vapours to attend her will These pitchie curtains drew 'twixt earth heauen And as Nights Chariot through the ayre was driuen Clamour grew dumb vnheard was Shepheards song And silence girt the Woods no warbling tongue Talk'd to the Eccho Satyres broke their dance And all the vpper world lay in a trance Onely the curled streames soft chidings kept And little gales that from the greene leafe swept Dry Summers dust in fearefull whisp'rings stir'd As loth to waken any singing Bird. Darknesse no lesse then blinde Cimmerian Of Famines Caue the full possession wan Where lay the Shepherdesse in wrapt with night The wished garment of a mournfull wight Here silken slumbers and refreshing sleepe Were seldome found with quiet mindes those keepe Not with disturbed thoughts the beds of Kings Are neuer prest by them sweet rest inrings The tyred body of the swarty Clowne And oftner lies on flocks then softest downe Twice had the Cocke crowne and in Cities strong The Bel-mans dolefull noyse and carefull song Told men whose watchfull eyes no slumber hent What store of houres theft-guilty night had spent Yet had not Morpheus with this Maiden been As fearing Limos whose impetuous teen Kept gentle rest from all to whom his Caue Yeelded inclosure deadly as the graue But to all sad laments left her forlorne In which three watches she had nie outworne Faire siluer-footed Thetis that time threw Along the Ocean with a beautious crew Of her attending Sea-nymphs Ioues bright Lamps Guiding from Rocks her Chariots Hippocamps A iourney onely made vnwares to spye If any Mighties of her Empery Opprest the least and forc'd the weaker sort To their designes by being great in Court O! should all Potentates whose higher birth Enroles their titles other Gods on earth Should they make priuate search in vaile of night For cruell wrongs done by each Fauorite Here should they finde a great one paling in A meane mans land which many yeeres had bin His charges life and by the others heast The poore must starue to feed a scuruy beast If any recompence drop from his fist His time 's his owne the mony what he list There should they see another that commands His Farmers Teame from furrowing his lands To bring him stones to raise his building vast The while his Tenants sowing time is past Another spending doth his rents inhance Or gets by tricks the poores inheritance But as a man whose age hath dim'd his eyes Vseth his Spectacles and as he pryes Through them all Characters seeme wondrous faire Yet when his glasses quite remoued are Though with all carefull heed he neerly looke Cannot perceiue one tittle in the Booke So if a King behold such fauourites Whose being great was being Parasites With th' eyes of fauour all their actions are To him appearing plaine and regular But let him lay his sight of grace aside And see what men he hath so dignifide They all would vanish and not dare appeare Who Atom-like when their Sun shined cleare Danc'd in his beame but now his rayes are gone Of many hundred we perceiue not one Or as a man who standing to descry How great floods farre off run and vallies lye Taketh a glasse prospectiue good and true By which things most remote are full in view If Monarchs so would take an Instrument Of truth compos'd to spie their Subiects drent In foule oppression by those high in seat Who care not to be good but to be great In full aspect the wrongs of each degree Would lye before them and they then would see The diuellish Polititian all conuinces In murdring Statesmen and in poisning Princes The Prelate in pluralities asleepe Whilst that the Wolfe lies preying on his sheepe The drowsie Lawyer and the false Atturnies Tire poore mens purses with their life-long-iournies The Country Gentleman from 's neighbours hand Forceth th' inheritance ioynes land to land And most insatiate seekes vnder his rent To bring the worlds most spacious continent The â—awning Citizen whose loue 's bought dearest Deceiues his brother when the Sun shines clearest Gets borrowes breakes le ts in and stops out light And liues a Knaue to leaue his sonne a Knight The griping Farmer hoords the seed of bread Whilst in the streets the poore lye famished And â—ree there 's none from all this worldly strife Except the Shepherds heauen-blest happy life But stay sweet Muse forbeare this harsher straine Keepe with the Shepherds leaue the Satyres veine Coupe not with Beares let Icarus alone To scorch himselfe within the torrid Zone Let Phaeton run on Ixion fall And with an humble stiled Pastorall Tread through the vallies dance about the streames The â—owly Dales will yeeld vs Anadems To shade our temples 't is a worthy meed No better girlond seekes mine Oaten Reed Let others climbe the hils and to their praise Whilst I sit girt with Flowers be crown'd with Bayes Shew now faire Muse what afterward became Of great Achilles Mother She whose name The Mermaids sing and tell the weeping strand A brauer Lady neuer tript on land Except the euer-liuing Fayerie Queene Whose vertues by her Swaine so written beene That time shall call her high enhanced story In his rare song The Muses chiefest glory So mainly Thetis droue her siluer throne Inlaid with pearles of price and precious stone For whose gay purchase she did often make The scorched Negro diue the briny Lake That by the swiftnesse of her Chariot wheels Scouring the Maine as well-built English Keels She of the new-found World all coasts had seene The shores of Thessaly where she was Queene Her brother Pontus waues imbrac'd with those Moeotian fields and vales of Tenedos Streit Hellespont whose high-brow'd cliffes yet sound The mournfull name of young Leander drown'd Then with full speed her Horses doth she guide Through the Aegaean Sea that takes a pride In making difference twixt the fruitfull lands Europe and Asia almost ioyning hands But that she thrusts her billowes all afront To stop their meeting through the Hellespont The Midland Sea so swiftly was she scouring The Adriaticke gulfe braue Ships deuouring To Padus siluer streame then glides she on Enfamoused by rekelesse Phaëton Padas that doth beyond his limits rise When the hot Dog-starre raines his maladies And robs the high and ayre-inuading Alpes Of all their Winter-suits and snowie scalpes To drowne the leuel'd lands along his shore And make him swell with pride By whom of yore The sacred Heliconian Damsels sate To whom was mighty Pindus consecrate And did decree neglecting other men Their height of Art should flow from Maro's pen. And pratling Eccho's euermore should long For repetition of sweet Naso's song It was inacted here in after dayes What wights should haue their temples crown'd with Bayes Learn'd Ariosto holy Petrachs quill And Tasso should ascend the Muses hill Diuinest Bartas whose enriched soule Proclaim'd his Makers worth should so enroule His happy name in brasse that Time nor Fate Thaâ— swallow
excellence of men Nay they would thinke their states for euer raised But once to looke on one so highly praised Out of whose Maiden brests which sweetly rise The Seers suckt their hidden Prophecies And told that for her loue in times to come Many should seeke the Crowne of Martyrdome By fire by sword by tortures dungeons chaines By stripes by famine and a world of paines Yet constant still remaine to her they loued Like Syon Mount that cannot be remoued Proportion on her armes and hands recorded The world for her no fitter place afforded Praise her who list he still shall be her debter For Art ne'er fain'd nor Nature fram'd a better As when a holy Father hath began To offer sacrifice to mighty Pan Doâ—h the request of euery Swaine assume To scale the Welkin in a sacred fume Made by a widow'd Turtles louing mate Or Lamkin or some Kid immaculate The offring heaues aloft with both his hands Which all adore that neere the Altar stands So was her heauenly body comely rais'd On two faire columnes those that Ouid prais'd In Iulia's borrowed name compar'd with these Were Crabs to Apples of th' Hespherides Or stumpe-foot Vulcan in comparison With all the height of true perfection Nature was here so lauish of her store That she bestow'd vntill she had no more VVhose Treasure being weakned by this Dame She thrusts into the world so many lame The highest Synode of the glorious Skie I heard a VVood-Nymph sing sent Mercurie To take a suruay of the fairest faces And to describe to them all womens graces VVho long time wandring in a serious quest Noting what parts by Beauty were possest At last he saw this Maid then thinking fit To end his iourney here Nil-vltra writ â—ida in adoration kiss'd her knee And thus bespake Haile glorious Deitie If such thou art and who can deeme you lesse VVhether thou raign'st Queene of the Wildernesse Or art that Goddesse 't is vnknowne to me Which from the Ocean drawes her pettigree Or one of those who by the mossie bankes Of drisling Hellicon in airie rankes Tread Roundelayes vpon the siluer sands Whilst shaggy Satyres tripping o're the strands Stand still at gaze and yeeld their senses thrals To the sweet cadence of your Madrigals Or of the Faiery troope which nimbly play And by the Springs dance out the Summers day Teaching the little birds to build their nests And in their singing how to keepen rests Or one of those who watching where a Spring Out of our Grandame Earth hath issuing With your attractiue Musicke wooe the streame As men by Faiâ—ries led falne in a dreame To follow you which sweetly trilling wanders In many Mazes intricate Meanders Till at the last no mocke th'enamour'd rill Ye bend your traces vp some shady hill And laugh to see the waue no further tread But in a chafe run soaming on his head Being enforc'd a channell new to frame Leauing the other destitute of name If thou be one of these or all or more Succour a seely Maid that doth implore Aid on a bended heart vnfain'd and meeke As true as blushes of a Maiden cheeke Maiden arise repli'd the new-borne Maid Pure Innocence the senslesse stories will aide Nor of the Fairie troope nor Muses nine Nor am I Venus nor of Proserpine But daughter to a lusty aged Swaine That cuts the greene tufts off th'enamel'd plaine And with his Sythe hath many a Summer shorne The plow'd-plow'd-lands lab'ring with a crop of corne Who from the cloud-clipt mountaine by his stroake Fels downe the lofty Pine the Cedar Oake He opes the flood-gates as occasion is Sometimes on that mans land sometimes on this When Verolame a stately Nymph of yore Did vse to decke her selfe on Isis shore One morne among the rest as there she stood Saw the pure Channell all besmear'd with blood Inquiring for the cause one did impart Those drops came from her holy Albans hart Here with in griefe she gan intreat my Syre That Isis streame which yeerely did attire Those gallant fields in changeable array Might turne her course and run some other way Lest that her waues might wash away the guilt From off their hands which Albans blood had spilt He condescended and the nimble waue Her Fisâ— no more within that channell draue But as a witnesse left the crimson gore To slaine the earth as they their hands before He had a being ere there was a birth And shall not cease vntill the Sea and Earth And what they both containe shall cease to be Nothing confines him but Eternitie By him the names of good men euer liue Which short liu'd men vnto Obliuion giue And in forgetfulnesse he lets him fall That is no other man then naturall 'T is he alone that rightly can discouer Who is the true and who the fained Louer In Summers heat when any Swaine to sleepe Doth more addict himselfe then to his sheepe And whilst the Leaden God sits on his eyes If any of his Fold or strayes or dyes And to the waking Swaine it be vnknowne Whether his sheepe be dead or straid or stolne To meet my Syre he bends his course in paine Either where some high hill suruaies the plaine Or takes his step toward the flowrie vallies Where Zephyre with the Cowslip hourely dallies Or to the groues where birds from heat or weather Sit sweetly tuning of their noates together Or to a Mead a wanton Riuer dresses With richest Collers of her turning Esses Or where the Shepherds sit old stories telling Chronos my Syre hath no set place of dwelling But if the Shepherd meet the aged Swaine He tels him of his sheepe or shewes them slaine So great a gift the sacred Powers of heauen Aboue all others to my Syre haue giuen That the abhorred Stratagems of night Lurking in cauernes from the glorious light By him perforce are from their dungeons hurl'd And shew'd as monsters to the wondring World What Mariner is he sailing vpon The watry Desart clipping Albion Heare 's not the billowes in their dances roare Answer'd by Eccoes from the neighbour shoare To whose accord the Maids trip from the Downes And Riuers dancing come ycrown'd with Townes All sâ—nging forth the victories of Time Vpon the Monsters of the Westerne Clime VVhose horrid damned bloody plots would bring Confusion on the Laureate Poets King VVhose Hell-fed hearts deuis'd how neuer more A Swan might singing sit on Isis shore But croaking Rauens and the Scrich-owles crie The â—at Musitians for a Tragedie Should euermore be heard about her strand To fâ—ight all Passengers from that sad Land Long Summers dayes I on his worth might spend And yet begin againe when I would end All Ages since the first age first begun Ere they could know his worth their age was done VVhose absence all the Treasury of earth Cannot buy out From farre-fam'd Tagus birth Not all the golden grauell he treads ouer One minute past that minute can recouer I am his onely Childe he hath no
twenty yeares So faire so fresh so young so admirable In euery part that since I am not able In words to shew his picture gentle Swaines Recall the praises in my former straines And know if they haue graâ—ed any lim I onely lent it those but stole't from him Had that chaste Roman Danâ—â— beheld his face Ere the proud King possest her Husbands place Her thoughts had beene adulterate and this staine Had won her greater fame had she beene slaine The Larke that many mornes her selfe makes merry With the shrill chanting of her teery-lerry Before he was transform'd would leaue the skyes And houer o'er him to behold his eyes Vpon an Oâ—en-pipe well could he play For when he fed his flocke vpon the lay Maidens to heare him from the Plaines came tripping And Birds froÌ„ bough to bough full nimbly skipping His flocke then happy flocke would leaue to feed And stand amaz'd to listen to his Reed Lyons and Tygers with each beast of game With hearing him were many times made tame Braue trees flowers would towards him be bending And none that heard him wisht his Song an ending Maids Lyons birds flocks trees each flowre each spring Were wrapt with woÌ„der wheÌ„ he vs'd to sing So faire a person to describe to men Requires a curious Pencill not a Pen. Hiâ— Metanoia clad in seemly wise Not after our corrupted ages guise Where gaudy weeds lend splendor to the lim While that his cloaths receiu'd their grace from him Then â—o a garden set with rarest flowres With pleasant fountains stor'd and shady bowres She leads him by the hand and in the groues Where thousand pretty Birds sung to their Loues And thousand thousand blossomes from their stalkâ— Milde Zâ—phyâ—us threw downe to paint the walkes Where yet the wilde Boare neuer durst appeare Here Fida euer to kinde Raymond deare Met them and shew'd where Aletheia lay The â—airest Maid that euer blest the day Sweetly she lay and cool'd her lilly-handâ— Within a Spring that throw vp golden sands As if iâ— would intice her to perseuer In liuing there and grace the banks for euer To her Amintas Riot now no more Came and saluted â— neueâ— man before More blest nor like this kisse hath beene another But when two dangling Cherries kist each other Nor eâ—er beauties like met at such closeâ— But in the kisses of two Damaske-Roses O how the flowres prest with their treadings on the Sâ—roue to â—ast vp their heads to looke vpon them How iealously the buds that so had seene them Sent forth the sweetest smels to step betweene them As feâ—ring the perfume lodg'd in their powers Once known of them they might neglect the flowres How often wisht Amintas with his heart His ruddy lips from â—â—ers might neuer part And that the heauens this gift were the 〈◊〉 To â—eed on nothing but each others breathing A truer loue the Muses 〈◊〉 sung Nor happyer names ere grac'd a golden tongue O! they are better fitting his sweet stripe Who on the bankes of 〈…〉 〈…〉 for that learned Swaine whose layes Diuinest Homer crown'd with deathlesse Bayes Or any one sent from the sacred Well Inheriting the soule of Astrophill These these in golden liâ—es might write this Story And make these loudâ— their 〈◊〉 eternall glory Whilst â— a Swaine laâ— weake 〈◊〉 yeeres as â—kin Should in the valley heare them on the hill Yet when my Sheepe slaue to their Cestoâ—â—e be one And I haue brought them backe to 〈…〉 To misse an idle houre and not for 〈◊〉 VVith choisest relish shall 〈…〉 Record their worths and though in a 〈…〉 I misse the glory of a charming ayre My Muse may one day make the Courtly Swaines Enamour'd on the Musickâ— of the Plaines And as vpon â— hill she brauely sings Teach humble â—ales to weepe in Crystall Springs The end of the first Booke BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS The second Booke HORAT Carmine Dij superi placantur carmine Manes LONDON Printed by IOHN HAVILAND 1625. TO THE TRVLY NOBLE AND LEARNED WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROKE LORD CHAMBERLAINE TO HIS MAIESTIE c. NOT that the gift Great Lord deserues your hand Held euer worth the rarest workes of men Offer I this but since in all our Land None can more rightly claime a Poet's Pen That Noble Bloud and Vertue truly knowne Which circular in you vnited run Makes you each good euery good your owne If it can hold in what my Muse hath done But weake and lowly are these tuned Layes Yet though but weake to win faire Memorie You may improue them and your gracing raise For things are priz'd as their possessours be If for such fauour they haue worthlesse striuen Since Loue the cause was be that Loue forgiuen Your Honours W. BROWNE To the most ingenious Author Mr. W. BROWNE INgenious Swaine that highly dost adorne Clear Tauy on whose brinck we both were borne Iust Praise in me would ne're be thought to moâ—e From thy sole Worth but from my partiall Loue. Wherefore I will not doe thee so much wrong As by such mixture to allay thy Song But while kinde strangers rightly praise each Grace Of thy chaste Muse I from the happy Place That brought thee forth and thinkes it not vnfit To boast now that it earst bred such a Wit Would onely haue it knowne I much reioyce To heare such Matters sung by such a Voyce IOHN GLANVILL To his Friend Mr. BROWNE ALL that doe reade thy Workes and see thy face Where scarce a haire growes vp thy chin to grace Doe greatly wonder how so youthfull yeares Could frame a Work where so much worth appears To heare how thou describ'st a Tree a Dale A Groue a Greene a solitary Vale The Euening Showers and the Morning Gleames The golden Mountaines and the siluer Streames How smooth thy Verse is and how sweet thy Rimes How sage and yet how pleasant are thy Lines What more or lesse can there be said by men But Muses rule thy Hand and guide thy Pen. THO WENMAN è Societate Inter. Tâ—â—pli To his worthily-affected Friend Mr. VV. BROWNE AWake sad Muse and thou my sadder spright Made so by Time but more by Fortunes spight Awake and hie vs to the Greene There shall be seene The quaintest Lad of all the time For neater Rime Whose free and vnaffected straines Take all the Swaines That are not rude and ignorant Or Enuy want And Enuy lest it's hate discouered â—e A Courâ—lâ— Loue and Friendship offers thee The Shepherdesses blithe and faire For thee despaire And whosoe're depends on Pan Holds him a man Beyond themselues if not compare He is so rare So innocent in all his wayes As in his Layes He masters no low soule who hopes to please The Nephew of the braue Philisides Another to the same WEre all mens enuies fixt in one mans lookes That monster that would prey on safest Fame Durst noâ— once checke at thine nor at thy Name So he who men can reade as well as Bookes Attesâ— thy Lines
quicke senses and with raptures sweet Make her affection with your cadence meet And if her gracefull tongue admire one straine It is the best reward my Pipe would gaine In lieu whereof in Laurell-worthy rimes Her Loue shall liue vntill the end of times And spight of age the last of dayes shall see Her Name embalm'd in sacred Poesie Sadly alone vpon the aged rocks Whom Thetis grac'd in washing oft their locks Of branching Sampire sate the Maid o'retaken With sighes and teares vnfortunate forsaken And with a voice that floods froÌ„ rocks would borrow She thus both wept and sung her noates of sorrow Iâ— Heauen be deafe and will not heare my cries But addes new daies to adde new miseries Heare then ye troubled Waues and flitting Gales That coole the bosomes of the fruitfull Vales Lend one a flood of teares the other winde To weepe and sigh that Heauen is so vnkinde But if ye will not spare of all your store One teare or sigh vnto a wretch so poore Yet as ye trauell on this spacious Round Through Forrests Mountains or the Lawny ground If 't happ ' you see a Maid weepe forth her woe As I haue done Oh bid her as ye goe Not lauish teares for when her owne are gone The world is flinty and will lend her none If this be eke deni'd O hearken then Each hollow vaulted Rocke and crooked Den And if within your sides one Eccho be Let her begin to rue my destinie And in your cleâ—ts her plainings doe not smother But let that Ecchoâ—each â—each it to another Till round the world in sounding coombe and plaine The last of them tell it the first againe Of my sad Fate so shall they neuer lin But where one ends another still begin Wretch that I am my words I vainly waste Eccho of all woes onely speake the last And that 's enough for should she vtter all As at Medusa's head each heart would fall Into a â—linty substance and repine At no one griefe except as great as mine No carefull Nurse would wet her watchfull eye When any pang should gripe her infantry Nor though to Nature it obedience gaue And kneeld to doe her Homage in the graue Would she lament her suckling from her torne Scaping by death those torments I haue borne This sigh'd she wept low leaning on her hand Hâ—r briny teares downe rayning on the sand Which seene by them that sport it in the Seas Oh Dolphins backes the faire Nerâ—ides They came on shore and slily as they fell Conuai'd each teare into an Oyster-shell And by some power that did affect the Girles Transform'd those liquid drops to orient Pearles And strew'd them on the shore for whose rich prize In winged Pines the Roman Colonies Flung through the deepe Abysse to our white rocks For Iems to decke their Ladyes golden lockes Who valew'd them as highly in their kinds As those the Sun-burnt Aethiopian finds Long on the shore distrest Marina lay For he that ope's the pleasant sweets of May Beyond the Noon-stead so farre droue his teame That Haruest-folkes with curds and clouted creame With cheese and butter cakes and cates enow That are the Yeomans from the yoake or Cowe On sheafes of corne were at their noonshuns close Whilst by them merrily the Bag-pipe goes Ere from her hand she lifted vp her head Where all the Graces then inhabited When casting round her ouer-drowned eyes So haue I seene a Iem of mickle price Roule in a Scallop-shell with water fild She on a marble rocke at hand behild In Characters deepe cut with Iron stroke A Shepherds moane which read by her thus spoke Glide soft ye siluer Floods And euery Spring Within the shady Woods Let no Bird sing Nor from the Groue a Turtle Doue Be seene to couple with her loue But silence on each Dale and Mountaine dwell Whilst WILLY bids his friend and ioy Farewell But of great Thetis traine Yee Mermaids faire That on the shores doe plaine Your Sea-greene haire As ye in tramels knit your locks Weepe yee and so inforce the rocks In heauy murmures through the broad shores tell How WILLY bade his friend and ioy Farewell Cease cease yee murdring winds To moue a waue But if with troubled minds You seeke his graue Know 't is as various as your selues Now in the deepe then on the shelues His coffin toss'd by fish and surges fell Whilst WILLY weepes and bids all ioy Farewell Had he Arion like Beene iudg'd to drowne Hee on his Lute could strike So rare a sowne A thousand Dolphins would haue come And ioyntly striue to bring him home But he on Ship-boord dide by sicknesse fell Since when his WILLY bade all ioy Farewell Great Neptune heare a Swaine His Coffin take And with a golden chaine Por pittie make It fast vnto a rocke neere land Where eu'ry calmy morne I le stand And ere one sheepe out of my fold I tell Sad WILLY'S Pipe shall bid his friend Farewell Ah heauy Shepherd who so ere thou be Quoth faire Marina I doe pitty thee For who by death is in a true friend crost Till he be earth he halfe himselfe hath lost More happy deeme I thee lamented Swaine Whose body lies among the scaly traine Since I shall neuer thinke that thou canst dye Whilst WILLY liues or any Poetry For well it seemes in versing he hath skill And though he ayded from the sacred Hill To thee with him no equall life can giue Yet by his Pen thou maist for euer liue With this a beame of sudden brightnesse flyes Vpon her face so dazeling her cleere eyes That neither flowre nor grasse which by her grew She could discerne cloath'd in their perfect hue For as a Wag to sport with such as passe Taking the Sun-beames in a Looking-glasse Conuayes the Ray into the eyes of one Who blinded either stumbles at a stone Or as he dazeled walkes the peopled streets Is ready iustling euery man he meets So then Apollo did in glory cast His bright beames on a rocke with gold enchast And thence the swift reflection of their light Blinded those eyes The chiefest Stars of night When streight a thick-swolne Cloud as if it sought In beauties minde to haue a thankfull thought Inuail'd the lustre of great Titans Carre And she beheld from whence she sate not farre Cut on a high-brow'd Rocke in laid with gold This Epitaph and read it thus enrold In dâ—pth of waues long hath ALEXIS slept So choicest Iewels are the closest kept Whose death the land had seene but it appeares To counterâ—aile his losse men wanted teares So here he lyes whose Dirge each Mermaid sings For whom the Clouds weepe raine the Earth her springs Her eyes these lines acquainted with her minde Had scarcely made when o're the hill behinde She heard a woman cry Ah well-a-day What shall I doe goe home or flye or stay Admir'd Marina rose and with a pace As gracefull as the Goddesses did trace O're stately Ida when fond Paris doome
Egyptians graue Vs'd in their my sticke Characters for speed Would not be wanting at so great a need But from the well-stor'd Orchards of the Land Brought the sweet Peare once by a cursed hand At Swinsted vs'd with poyson for the fall Of one who on these Plaines rul'd Lord of all The sentfull Osprey by the Rocke had fish'd And many a prettie Shrimp in Scallops dish'd Some way conuay'd her no one of the shole That haunt the waues but from his lurking hole Had pull'd the Cray-fish and with much adoe Brought that the Maid and Perywinckles too But these for others might their labours spare And not with Robin for their merits share Yet as a Herdesse in a Summers day Heat with the glorious Suns all-purging ray In the calme Euening leauing her faire flocke Betakes her selfe vnto a froth-girt Rocke On which the head-long Tauy throwes his waues And foames to see the stones neglect his braues Where sitting to vndoe her Buskins white And wash her neat legs as her vse each night Th'in amour'd flood before she can vnlace them Rowles vp his waues as hast'ning to imbrace them And though to helpe them some small gale doe blow And one of twenty can but reach her so Yet will a many little surges be Flashing vpon the rocke full busily And doe the best they can to kisse her feet But that their power and will not equall meet So as she for her Nurse look'd tow'rds the land And now beholds the trees that grace the strand Then lookes vpon a hill whose sliding sides A goodly flocke like winters cou'ring hides And higher on some stone that iutteth out Their carefull master guiding his trim rout By sending forth his Dog as Shepherds doe Or piping sate or cloâ—ting of his shoe Whence nearer hand drawing her wandring sight So from the earth steales the all-quickning light Beneath the rocke the waters high but late I know not by what sluce or empting gate Were at a low ebbe on the sand she spies A busie Bird that to and fro still flies Till pitching where a heatfull Oyster lay Opening his close iawes closer none then they Vnlesse the griping fist or cherry lips Of happy Louers in their melting sips Since the decreasing waues had left him there Gaping for thirst yet meets with nought but ayre And that so hot ere the returning tyde He in his shell is likely to be fride The wary Bird a prittie pibble takes And claps it twixt the two pearle-hiding flakes Of the broad yawning Oyster and she then Securely pickes the fish out as some men A tricke of policie thrust tweene two friends Seuer their powres and his intention ends The Bird thus getting that for which she stroue Brought it to her to whom the Queene of Loue Seru'd as a foyle and Cupid could no other But flie to her mistaken for his Mother Marina from the kinde Bird tooke the meat And looking downe she saw a number great Of Birds each one a pibble in his bill Would doe the like but that they wanted skill Some threw it in too farre and some too short This could not beare a stone fit for such sport But harmelesse wretch putting in one too small The Oyster shuts and takes his head withall Another bringing one too smooth and round Vnhappy Bird that thine owne death hast found Layes it so little way in his hard lips That with their sodaine close the pibble slips So strongly forth as when your little ones Doe twixt their fingers slip their Cherry-stones That it in passage meets the brest oâ— head Of the poore wretch and layes him there for dead A many striu'd and gladly would haue done As much or more then he which first begun But all in vaine scarce one of twenty could Performe the deed which they full gladly would For this not quicke is to that act he go'th That wanteth skill this cunning and some both Yet none a will for from the caue she sees Not in all-louely May th' industrious Bees More busie with the flowres could be then these Among the shell-fish of the working Seas Limos had all this while beene wanting thence And but iust heau'n preseru'd pure innocence By the two Birds her life to ayre had flit Ere the curst Caytife should haue forced it The first night that he left her in his den He got to shore and neere th'abodes of men That liue as we by tending of their flockes To enterchange for Ceres golden lockes Or with the Neat-herd for his milke and creame Things we respect more then the Diademe His choise made-dishes O! the golden age Met all contentment in no surplusage Of dainty viands but as we doe still Dranke the pure water of the crystall rill Fed on no other meats then those they fed Labour the salad that their stomacks bred Nor sought they for the downe of siluer Swans Nor those Sow-thistle lockes each small gale fans But hydes of Beasts which when they liu'd they kept Seru'd them for bed and cou'ring when they slept If any softer lay 't was by the losse Of some rocks warmth on thicke and spungy mosse Or on the ground some simple wall of clay Parting their beds from where their cattle lay And on such pallats one man clipped then More golden slumbers then this age agen That time Physitians thriu'd not or if any I dare say all yet then were thrice as many As now profess't and more for euery man Was his owne Patient and Physitian None had a body then so weake and thin Bankrout of natures store to feed the sinne Of an insatiate female in whose wombe Could nature all hers past and all to come Infuse with vertue of all drugs beside She might be tyr'd but neuer satisfied To please which Orke her husbands weakned peece Must haue his Cullis mixt with Amber-greece Phesaâ—t and Partridge into â—elly turn'd Grated with gold seuen times refin'd and burn'd With dust of Orient Pearle richer the East Yet ne're beheld O Epicurian feast This is his breakfast and his meale at night Possets no lesse prouoking appetite Whose deare ingredients valu'd are at more Then all his Ancestors were worth before When such as we by poore and simple fare More able liu'd and di'd noâ— without heire Sprung from our owne loines and a spotlesse bed Of any other powre vnseconded When th' others issue like a man falne sicke Or through the Feuer Gout or Lunaticke Changing his Doctors oft each as his notion Prescribes a seu'rall dyet seu'rall potion Meeting his friend who meet we now adayes That hath not some receit for each disease He tels him of a plaister which he takes And finding after that his torment slakes Whether because the humour is out-wrought Or by the skill which his Physitian brought It makes no matter for he surely thinkes None of their purges nor their diet drinkes Haue made him sound but his beleefe is fast That med'cine was his health which he tooke last So by a mother
not long defer To send thee thither some deliuerer For then to spend thy sighes there to the maine Thou fitter wert to honour Thetis traine Who so farre now with her harmonious crew Scour'd through the Seas ô who yet euer knew So rare a consort she had left behinde The Kentish Sussex shores the Isle assignde To braue Vespasians conquest and was come Where the shrill Trumper and the ratling Drum Made the waues tremble ere befell this chance And to no softer Musicke vs'd to dance Haile thou my natiue soileâ— thou blessed plot Whose equall all the world affordeth not Shew me who can so many crystall Rils Such sweet-cloath'd Vallies or aspiring Hils Such Wood-grouÌ„d Pastures Quarries welthy Mines Such Rocks in whom the Diamond fairely shines And if the earth can shew â—he like agen Yet will she faile in her Sea-ruling men Time neuer can produce men to ore-take The fames of Greenâ—il Dauies Gilbert Drake Or worthy Hawkins or of thousands more That by their powre made the Deuonian shore Mocke the proud Tagus for whose richest spoyle The boasting Spaniard left the Indian soyle Banckrupt of store knowing it would quit cost By winning this though all the rest were lost As oft the Sea-Nymphs on her strand haue set Learning of Fisher-men to knit a net Wherein to winde vp their disheuel'd haires They haue beheld the frolicke Mariners For exercise got early from their beds Pitcht bars of siluer and cast golden sleds At Ex a louely Nymph with Thetis met She singing came and was all round beset With other watry powres which by her song She had allur'd to float with her along The Lay she chanted she had learn'd of yore Taught by a skilfull Swaine who on her shore Fed his faire flocke a worke renown'd as farre As His braue subiect of the Troian warre When she had done a prettie Shepherds boy That from the neare Downs came though he smal ioy Tooke in his tunefull Reed since dire neglect Crept to the brest of her he did affect And that an euer-busie-watchfull eye Stood as a barre to his felicitie Being with great intreaties of the Swaines And by the faire Queene of the liquid plaines Woo'd to his Pipe and bade to lay aside All troubled thoughts as others at that tyde And that he now some merry note should raise To equall others which had sung their laies He shooke his head and knowing that his tongue Could not belye his heart thus sadly sung AS new-borne babes salute their ages morne With cries vnto their wofull mother hurld My infant Muse that was but lately borne Began with watry eyes to wooe the world She knowes not how to speake and therefore weepes Her woes excesse And striues to moue the heart that senslesse sleepes To â—eauinesse Her eyes inuail'd with sorrowes clouds Scarce see the light Disdaine hath wrapt her in the shrowds Of loathed night How should she moue then her grief-laden wing Or leaue my sad complaints and Paeans sing Six Pleyad's liue in light in darknesse one Sing mirthfull Swaines but let me sigh alone It is enough that I in silence sit And bend my skill to learne your laies aright Nor striue with you in ready straines of wit Nor moue my bearers with so true delight But if for heauy plaints and notes of woe Your eares are prest No Shepherd liues that â—an my Pipe out-goe In such vnrest I haue not knowne so many yeeres As chances wrong Nor haue they knowne more floods of teares From one so yong Faine would I tune to please as others doe Wert not for faining Song and numbers too Then since not fitting now are songs of mone Sing mirthfull Swaines but let me sigh alone The Nymphs that float vpon these watry plaines Haue oft beene drawne to listen to my Song And Sirens left to tune dissembling straines In true bâ—wailing of my sorrowes long Vpon the waues of late a siluer Swan By me did ride And thrilled with my woes forthwith began To sing and dide Yet where they should they cannot moue O haplesse Verse That â—itter then to win a Loue Art for a Herse Hence-forward silent be and ye my cares Be knowne but to my selfe or who despaires Since pittie now lyes turned to a stone Sing mirthfull Swaiâ—es but let me sigh alone The fitting accent of His mournfull lay So pleas'd the pow'rfull Lady of the Sea That she intreated him to sing againe And he obeying tun'd this second straine BOrne to no other comfort then my teares Yet rob'd of them by griefes too inly deepe I cannot rightly waile my haplesse yeeres Nor moue a passion that for me might weepe Nature alas too short hath knit My tongue to reach my woe Nor haue I skill sad notes to fit That might my sorrow show And to increase my torments ceaslâ—sse sting There 's no way left to shew my paines But by my pen in mournfull straines Which others may perhaps take ioy to sing As woo'd by Mayes delights I haue beene borne To take the kinde ayre of a wistfull morne Neere Tauies voicefull streame to whom I owe More straines then from my Pipe can euer flowe Here haue I heard a sweet Bird neuer lin To chide the Riuer for his clam'rous din There seem'd another in his song to tell That what the faire streame did he liked well And going further heard another too All varying still in what the others doe A little thence a fourth with little paine Con'd all their lessons and them sung againe So numberlesse the Songsters are that sing In the sweet Groues of the too-carelesse Spring That I no sooner could the hearing lose Of one of them but straight another rose And perching deftly on a quaking spray Nye tyr'd her selfe to make her hearer stay Whilst in a bush two Nightingales together Shew'd the best skill they had to draw me thither So as bright Thetis past our cleeues along This shepherds lay pursu'd the others song And â—carce one ended had his skilfull stripe But sâ—reight another tooke him to his Pipe By that the younger Swaine had fully done Thetis with her braue company had won The mouth of Dert and whilst the Tritons charme The dancing-waues passing the crystall Arme Sweet Tulme and Plim ariu'd where Thamar payes Her daily tribute to the westerne Seas Here sent she vp her Dolphins and they plide So busily their fares on euery side They made a quicke returne and brought her downe A many Homagers to Thamars crowne Who in themselues were of as great command As any meaner Riuers of the Land With euery Nymph the Swaine of most account That fed his white sheepe by her clearer fount And euery one to Thetis sweetly sung Among the rest a Shepherd though but young Yet hâ—rtned to his Pipe with all the skill His few yeeres could began to fit his quill By Taâ—ies speedy streame he fed his flocke Where when he sate to sport him on a rocke The Water-nymphs would often come vnto him And
with feare Seeke for their safetie some into the dike Some in the hedges drop and others like The thick-growne corne as for their hiding best And vnder turfes or grasse most of the rest That of a flight which couer'd all the graine Not one appeares but all or hid or slaine So by Heröes were we led of yore And by our drums that thundred on each shore Stroke with amazement Countries farre and neere Whilst their Inhabitants like Heards of Deere By kingly Lyons chas'd fled from our Armes If any did oppose instructed swarmes Of men immail'd Fate drew them on to be A greater Fame to our got Victory But now our Leaders want those Vessels lye Rotting like houses through ill husbandry And on their Masts where oft the Ship-boy stood Or siluer Trumpets charm'd the brackish Flood Some wearied Crow it set and daily seene Their sides in stead of pitch calk'd ore with greene Ill hap alas haue you that once were knowne By reaping what was by IberiÌ„a sowne By bringing yealow sheaues from out their plaine Making our Barnes the store-house for their graine When now as if we wanted land to till Wherewith we might our vselesse Souldiers fill Vpon their Hatches where halfe-pikes were borne In euery chinke rise stems of bearded corne Mocking out idle times that so haue wrought vs Or putting vs in minde what once they brought vs. Beare with me Shepherds if I doe digresse And speake of what our selues doe not professe Can I behold a man that in the field Or at a breach hath taken on his Shield More Darts then euer Roman that hath spent Many a cold December in no Tent But such aâ— Earth and Heauen make that hath beene Except in Iron Plates not long time sâ—ene Vpon whose body may be plainly told More wounds then his lanke purse doth almes-deeâ— hol Oâ— can I see this man aduentring all Be onely grac'd with some poore Hospitall Or may be worse intreating at his doore For some reliefe whom he secur'd before And yet not shew my griefe First may I learne To see and yet forget how to discerne My hands neglectfull be at any need Or to defend my body or to feed Ere I respect those times that rather giue him Hundreds to punish then one to relieue him As in an Euening when the gentle ayre Breaâ—hes to the sullen night a soft repaire I oft haue set on Thames sweet banke to heare My Friend with his sweet touch to charme mine eare When he hath plaid as well he can some straine Thaâ— likes me streight I aske the same againe And he as gladly granting strikes it o're With some sweet relish was forgot before I would haue beene content if he would play In that one straine to passe the night away But fearing much to doe his patience wrong Vnwillingly haue ask'd some other song So in this diffring Key though I could well A many houres but as few minutes tell Yet lest mine owne delight might iniure you Though loath so soone I take my Song anew Yet as when I with other Swaines haue beene Invited by the Maidens of our greene To wend to yonder Wood in time of yeare When Cherry-trees inticing burdens beare He that with wreathed legs doth vpwards goe Pluckes not alone for those which stand below But now and then is seene to picke a few To please himselfe as well as all his crew Or if from where he is he doe espie Some Apricocke vpon a bough thereby Which ouerhangs the tree on which he stands Climbs vp and striues to take it with his hands So if to please my selfe I somewhat sing Let it not be to you lesse pleasuring No thirst of glory tempts me for my straines Be fit poore Shepherds on the lowly Plaines The hope of riches cannot draw from me One line that tends to seruile flatterie Nor shall the most in titles on the earth Blemish my Muse with an adulterate birth Nor make me lay pure colours on a ground Where nought substantiall can be euer found No such as sooth a base and dunghill spirit With attributes fit for the most of merit Cloud their free Muse as when the Sun doth shine On straw and durt mixt by the sweating Hyne It nothing gets from heapes so much impure But noysome steames that doe his light obscure My free-borne Muse will not like Danae be Won with base drosse to clip with slauery Nor end her choiser Balme to worthlesse men Whose names would dye but for some hired pen No â—f I praise Vertue shall draw me to it And not a base procurement make me doe it What now I sing is but to passe away A tedious houre as some Musitians play Or make another my owne griefes bemone Or to be least alone when most alone In this can I as oft as I will choose Hug sweet content by my retired Muse And in a study finde as much to please As others in the greatest Pallaces Each man that liues according to his powre On what he loues bestowes an idle houre In stead of Hounds that make the woodded hils Talke in a hundred voyces to the Rils I like the pleasing cadence of aline Strucke by the consort of the sacred Nine In lieu of Hawkes the raptures of my soule Transcend their pitch and baser earths controule For running Horses Contemplation flyes With quickest speed to win the greatest prize For courtly dancing I can take more pleasure To heare a Verse keepe time and equall measure For winning Riches seeke the best directions How I may well subdue mine owne affections For raising stately piles for heires to come Here in this Poem I erect my toombe And time may be so kinde in these weake lines To keepe my Name enroll'd past his that shines In guilded Marble or in brazen leaues Since Verse preserues when Stone Brasse deceiues Or if as worthlesse Time not lets it liue To those full dayes which others Muses giue Yet I am sure I shall be heard and sung Of most seuerest eld and kinder young beyond my daies and maugre Enuies strife Adde to my name some houres beyond my life Such of the Muses are the able powres And since with them I spent my vacant houres I finde nor Hawke nor Hound nor other thing Turnies nor Reuels pleasures for a King Yeeld more delight for I haue ofâ— possest As much in this as all in all the rest And that without expence when others oft With their vndoings haue their pleasures bought On now my loued Muse and let vs bring Thetis to heare the Câ—râ—ist Michael sing And after him to see a 〈◊〉 vnfold The Tragedie of DR 〈◊〉 leaues of gold Then heare another GREENVILS name relate Which â—imes succeeding shall perpetuate And make those two the Pillers great of Fame Beyond whose worths shall neuer sound a Name Nor Honour in her euerlasting story More deeper graue for all ensuing glory New Thetis staies to heare the Shepherds tell Where Arthur met his death and Mordred