pray'd me be content And to appease my anger fell to kissing Loues chief'st delight when th' other thing is missing But whil'st he kist I striu'd and struggled so VVee both grew breath-lesse then he let me go Yet oft we met there But my Corauin Ne're after that intic'd me vnto sin Nor any kindnesse would presume to craue More then my selfe thought good to let him haue For since he held a glance to be a grace And kissing fauour in the highest place Whereby we see lew'd suites must be controld Or th' hand of lust will soone make loues heart cold Mayds must not let men haue their minds of them Chastity's precious like a Diadem And hardly kept as Crownes are kept by Kings So many seeke for to subuert such things But leauing that which oh too well is knowne For few there are that can defend their owne Let me cease talking of it and returne To where I left my deare Deares losse to mourne For ill it fits me whom sad woe hath ceaz'd To speake of ought wherewith I ear'st was pleas'd Ioyes are no ioyes that doe in sorrow end Misery most commonly doth come vnkend And when we thinke we are in saf'st estate Mischiefe stands neer'st the maine to ruinate For lo when I beheld those happy daies Which e'rst I spoke of and I once might praise I little feared that which now I finde To quench my hopes in this vnhappy kinde Griefe the onely issue of vnhappy creatures The bane of beauty and best-formed features Should haue brought me into th' estate I 'm now For to sit thus and sigh and grieue with you For losse of Corauin whom you lou'd dearely Yet onely me his death concernes most neerely For he was mine my best and chiefest part The onely ioy and comfort of my heart And therefore I haue the most cause to mourne Though your loues will not let me weepe alone Yea it is I and none but onely I That for his death haue cause to sit and cry To cry complaine to sorrow sigh and mone Till like to wofull Niobe now a stone I be transformed from the forme I beare And haue no sence t' afford or feele a teare For Corauin when he resign'd his breath Gaue me this gift his death should be my death My death indeed for oh why should I liue To whom my Loue this Legacy did giue Why should I liue and sit lamenting heere Vpon the earth when heau'n doth hold my Deare It is vnfit since we two were as one That I should liue now my deare Loue is gone Ah time why art thou now so slowly paced That wont'st to flit more swift then th' hart that 's chased Why in my sorrowes dost thou seeme to leaue me That of all ioyes so lately did'st bereaue me For hauing done the worst that thou couldst doe In killing him why dost not kill me too Why bring'st not Death vrg'd by this occasion On my liues kingdome to make sterne inuasion Hast thou tooke al from me that thou couldst take Sauing my selfe that now is sorrowes make And leau'st thou me distressed as in scorne To be times abiect that did time adorne For I was held the onely Paragon That e're th' Arcadian Shepheards look'd vpon Made they not Odes and Sonnets eu'ry day Which to the world my beauty did bewray VVho was 't could pipe and did not sound my praise Whose name adorned all their Roundelayes Was I not th' onely obiect of their eyes At whom they would as at the Suns arise The Saluadge people doe stand in a maze Worshipping that whereon their eyes did gaze VVhat argument did any of them hold So confident it could not be controld As of my beauty person and rare wit Which oft made multitudes to muse at it Each Shepheardesse enui'd my ex'lent parts As th' onely Adamant to attract mens hearts And sayd that I was honord of each Swaine As Cynthia is of all her starry traine This time I had and thus I was reputed But what I was is now by woe confuted And with my woe the wretchednesse of time Vpbraydeth me as guilty of a crime For letting slip occasions that were offer'd And losing time when loue in time was proffer'd Telling me now ah that no time could tell mee What I forsooke and what hath since befell mee Saying I had oh that I had so still A time wherein I might haue wrought my will I had a time wherein I liu'd content I had a time of sport and merriment I had a time wherein I tooke delight I had a time when time was worth the sight I had a time wherein I might haue bin More kinder then I was to Corauin I had a time e're time tooke him from mee VVhich ioy'd my heart that happy time to see But now ah now that time 's vntimely past And where weale was there wretchednes is pla'st Aye me most miserable of all mayds aliue More tyranny no Tyrant can contriue Then time hath shew'd to take all did content me And now to mocke and with much griefe torment me But still it falls out oh disasterous Fate That the most fayre are most vnfortunate For as w' are blest with beauty from aboue So w' are accurst by being crost in Loue Which makes the meanest and most black of all Despight our fayrenesse and desire our fall Glorying to see the ruine of our state For whom men loue most them most women hate It grieues our Sexe to see a supreme fayre To liue vnblemish'd breathing in the ayre And e're they shall vnscandalized liue Most shamelesse they will them shames liu'ry giue But why against this huge-made monster many Doe I inueigh that ne're was wrong'd by any Ne're wrong'd by any yes yes and enuide If not by some too palpably belide But ah I recke not what reports they make I 'le suffer all for my sweet Louers sake For if in Corauins behalfe they speake They shall do well their wraths on me to wreake Too much blame cannot vpon me be layd For I deserue the worst that can be sayd Iust are the heauens in punishing me thus And yet I 'm wrong'd Oh who can right discusse None but the gods my iniuries doe know Each mortal's ignorant how my griefes doe grow Would I had ne're liu'd to haue felt Loues force Enuious Death then had not made diuorce So vnexpectedly twixt him and mee Thus to prouoke my sorrowes as you see Aye me it is for Corauin that I Now sigh and grieue and weepe thus wofully Dead is my Deare Oh would he were not so Ioy heau'n thou hast him he did thither goe On earth he could not no he could not stay Heau'n got him hence like Ganimed away None but my dearest deare-lou'd Corauin Corauin onely could Ioues fauour win Vp to the heau'ns the gods haue got my Loue Royally roab'd he there attends on Ioue Would I were with him and coequally In heau'n establish'd in eternity No doubt I shall but ah I cannot yet Angels
come And death vntimely there destroyeth some But Lou's too blame to be a Bawd to lust And death 's a Villaine to betray mens trust And there they two were Iouiall awhile Loue vpon death and death on Loue did smile And first the one then did the other boast Their mighty Conquests made in euery coast And laugh'd out-right in their relating how Both rich and poore must at their pleasures bow For from the King that sits vpon the Throne Vnto the meanest and most wretched one Loue made his brags none past their Infancy The power of his God-head could deny For with his arrowes he had wounded all Made strong ones stoope and stoutest minds most thrall Nor wise nor foolish Nobly borne nor base But first or last Loue hath had all in chase And made them all for to confesse that he Had as great power as in a God could be Then Death began qd he Loue brags too much Before sterne Death whose strength and power is such That all the earth doth tremble at my name For young and old the lusty and the lame All stoop to death who is impartiall And pittilesse not caring who doth fall Nor how nor when nor in what sort I take them If once I strike I euer conquer'd make them Whom Loue doth hit in passions long may languish But whom I strike I do set free from anguish Lou's but a child and wanton tricks doth vse But Death is dauntlesse and doth none excuse Folly blinds Loue so that he cannot see But shoots at randome and lets some goe free When some with often woundings are perplext Whilst they laugh at them for whom they are vext Oh partiall Loue vniust and cruell too Thou dost more harme then euer Death did doe Thou mak'st men loue those that do not affect them And seeke and sue to those that doe reiect them Thou mak'st the strong to stoope vnto the weake The weake insult and seeke their hearts to breake Thou dost besot the wise with womens lookes And work'st their bane with beauties baiting hookes Thou dost the foole with wits conceit inspire And Phaeton-like thou setst the world on fire Thou dost depriue men of their sweetest sleepe Thou murthrest mirth and mak'st the masker weepe Into fooles Paradice thou bringst wretched ones Then sit'st and smil'st to heare their sighes and grones And when they pule aye me what shall I doe Cupid's glad of it so 's proud Venus too Then vnto me the weake-made wood-cocks crye And say sweet Death come end my misery Death neuer doth thus indirectly deale Nor through the eye into the heart doth steale But like a Giant though I seeme not so I defie all and do no fauour show The young as well as old my name do feare Kings quake tremble when of me they hear I rid the world of those thou mak'st despaire I kill the rich and I destroy the faire Beauty and gold which all the world affects Death doth disdaine and both as doung reiects And euer did so from the first beginning Of my owne birth which was at Adams sinning Adam was first and I the last shall be All were his of-spring all shall end in me But I quoth Cupid can do more then thou My Bow doth make the very Gods to bow I made Alcides leaue his Lyons skinne And to gaine I-o'ls loue to sit and spinne I made Apollo weare a shepheards weed To court faire Daphne yet he could not speed I made the God of warre forsake the field And as my vassall to my mother yeeld Yea I made Ioue to lay aside his shape And amongst mortalls commit many a scape Is Loue a childe then all-abhorred Death That canst doe nothing but stop mortals breath In this vilde world Death only doth remaine But Loue in heav'n liues where the gods do raign Then can thy pow'r be compar'd to mine VVhen thine is hell-bred and mine most diuine But whil'st they two contended in this wise Death's sister sleep ceaz'd on their sight-lesse eyes And lo by this faire Venus miss'd her Sonne And to inquire him out to Vulcan run VVho with his Cyclops was at worke so hard That he nor Loue nor Loues god did regard And therefore told her if she meant to finde him She might goe looke him for he did not minde him Then vnto Mars the faire Queene made repaire And asked him for her young sonne and heire Who by his god-head and his sword did sweare He neither saw him nor of him did heare But for thy sake quoth he I 'le take some paines To seeke him out and see where he remaines Indeed I will I will indeed my Ioy I le do my best to helpe thee to thy boy Thy pretty little wagge thy curld-pate boy That fills the world with weale or with annoy I would be loth my Loue should lose her childe For he 's her best boy though the wagge be wild This sayd he col'd and clipp'd and kist her too And made an offer th' other thing to doe For Mars with Venus seldome times did meet But he did dally with his dainty sweet Which made the limping god to chase and fret And seeke to intrap them in an Iron net But Venus now sayd that should not be done By Mars nor any till she found her sonne Nor would she smile nor let him kisse her more But flung away and would to Ioue she swore Mars sigh'd at this but vainly sighs are spent When as a woman to her will is bent Then mounts his chariot and away goes hee To search abroad where her young son should be His whirling wheeles do rattle in the streetes And breed amazement amongst all he meetes To field he gets and there commands his drumme Should strike t' enquire where Cupid was become VVhil'st Venus past heauens-Christall-pointed gates And to great Ioue her grieuous losse relates VVho was exceeding wroth thereat and swore By Stix and Phlegeton and many more That heauen and earth and hell and all should rue The losse of Loues Queene if this tale were true Vowing to search their Centers euery one And therewith starting from his stately throne He call'd for Aeolus and bid him send Stiffe-blowing Boreas to the wide worlds end Charging him throw downe Castles Courts and Tow'rs And search for Cupid in their secret bow'rs But if he could not finde him quickly out Himselfe would throw his Thunder-bolts about Away goes Aeolus and out Boreas flies But findes not Cupid nor learnes where he lyes Then back returns with griefe and shame to Ioue And tells how much he to no purpose stroue The god being angry sets the Christall skie Vpon a burning fire instantly VVhose lightning strangely terrifi'd the Earth And on a suddaine marr'd all mortals mirth Then tooke he Thunder-bolts and them he hurl'd Into each corner of this canker'd world VVhich strook astonishment in all creatures eares Who doth not tremble that Ioues Thunder heares It made Romes Emp'ror hide his haughty head Great Heliogabalus vnderneath
his bed It strooke a King that did it counterfet Into a Salmon fish all bloody yet It cleaueth Clouds rends Rockes and Trees asunder Nothing 's more dreadfull then all dreaded Thunder This wakened Cupid that with death did lye Who else perhaps had slept eternally For if the Godâ— should Loue from Heauen exile 'T would sleepe on earth or dye in little while Vp did he start and trust his trinckets on And in great haste did hurry to be gone But being blind as oh would Loue were not Deaths quiuer vp in stead of 's owne he got And thence be trudges leauing Death behind Who when he rose did Cupids quiuer finde Yet mark'd it not but girts it on and goes Abroad the world to fill the world with woes For death on Earth like Cesar in a field Foes to their Foe perforce doth force to yeeld And where he commeth teares they need not borrow For he comes sild but where he breedeth sorrow Now Cupid seeking how himselfe t' excuse Doth bend his bowe and Deaths blacke Engins vse Determining great store with Loue to wound But whom he hitteth straight-waies dead are found Lo thus the blind boy when hee thought no ill For want of eyes did many a mortall kill And thus ah thus he murthered Corauin The sweetest Swayne that euer yet hath beene And thus faire Phillis he did make away Whom young Amintas mourn'd for many a day And after teares and grones and grieuous cries Exprest his sorrowes in sad Elegyes And thus Laceno and a number mo Loue kild out-right t is shame hee should do so Then vp to Heauen the wanton wag did flye And told his mother oh egregious lye That hee had wounded such and such with Loue Which to his foule shame otherwise did proue Glad was faire Venus she had got her Sonne And much more glad to heare what he had done Yet notwithstanding she began to chide For his departure and would faine haue cride But he so prettily did wantonize She could not weepe though teares stood in her eyes Which wiping thence she smilde to see him play Loue oft makes Sun-shine in a show'rie day And when vnkindnesse doth the heart annoy Loue doth expell it and proclaimeth ioy But now awhile let 's speake againe of death Who seeks abroad to suffocate mens breath To Court and citty and t'each country towne He like a Tygar trauels vp and downe And here and there throwes foorth a thrilling dart Intending's owne but acting Cupids part Yet lo he keepes one custome he did vse All suppliants praiers proudly to refuse For those that were opprest with misery Th' enuious slaue though cride to would passe by At length remembring he did nought last night Strikes rich and poore and doth respect no wight But oh in stead of his owne Ebon darts He with Loues arrowes woundes their wretched hearts And makes some loue that weary are of life Their woes and troubles are so wondrous rife Who feeling Loues force grieuously complaine And to the pow'rs diuine doe crie amaine Ye gods quoth they must we with loue be wounded Whose ioints are num'd ioyes long since confounded Heare vs oh heauens and be propitious And oh ye gods be you auspitious For death and fortune both iniurious bee And our woes will not or else cannot see And therefore oh doe you vouchsafe to heare vs And let fell death no longer time forbeare vs For we are wrong'd opprest pinch'd with griefe And but in you haue hope of no reliefe Ioue hearing this doth straight commiserate These wretched worldlings miserable state And by his messenger swift Mercurie Summons a Parliament of the Deitie With expedition in the hie house of heau'n And also chargeth warning should be giuen That all their plaints that earst were mentioned Should at that Session be exhibited Away went Mercurie and perfourm'd his charge The gods appear'd mens griefs were heard at large And by the inferences of their bils With the skarlet euidence of Cupids ils It did appeare how idle Loue had bin T' associate Death and kill sweet Corauin VVho was a Swaine of all so dearely lou'd That for his death the gods were highly mou'd And sent for Cupid from his mothers side And him in th' open Court did rate and chide Thou blind-eyd and besotting boy quoth Ioue Mak'st thou no difference 'twixt Death and Loue Art thou a god and wilt from heau'n descend And on the earth consort a hellish Fiend And put his blacke darts and thy Bow together Then like a vagrant range thou knowst notwhither And when thou hast done a deale of villany T' excuse thy folly telst vs many a lye Thinkst thou the gods by thee will be deluded No it were better thou wert heau'n excluded For with thy deeds thou dayly dost offend vs. But wherein is it that thou canst befriend vs Vnlesse it be in acting idle things Such as vaine pleasure but no profite brings And yet dar'st thou fond foole audaciously Displease this Sinod of the Deitie Loue I am vex'd at this vild deed of thine All murther's hatefull in our heau'nly eyne For Antidotes dost thou rancke poyson giue Daring to kill whom we desire should liue But since thou hast offended in this sort Wee 'l clip thy wings boy and wee 'l keep thee short The sonne of Venus though his mother loue him Shall well perceiue Ioue feares not to reproue him For why should men their sad oppressions paint And find no remedy where they make complaint Are we not gods and gods should iustice doe One fault vnpunish'd soone produceth two Then let vs now great gods make a decree How Cupid's fault may fitly'st punish'd bee There stayd his speech whil'st Cupid standing by To 's accusation was bid make reply Who childishly his progresse did recite And how he lay with vgly Death one night But for the rest he vow'd it was vnknowne Whether he vs'd Deaths engins or his owne At this lame Vulcan laughed in his sleeue Some ne're laugh heart'ly but when others grieue To whom Apollo with great wisdome sayd Deride him not nor do you him vp-brayd Hee 's your wiues Sonne and she will fit you for 't If you abuse him heere in any sort And for mine owne part bee you sure quoth he In blinde boyes matters I le no medler be Saturne sate by but like a sullen god Spoke ne're a word yet now and then did nod At th' others speech especially when they Rebuked Loue or did 'gainst Death inueigh Then Mars stood vp b'ing friend to Cupids mother And thus with reu'rence spoke before the other Yee mighty gods this fact of his we see Most hainous is yet take thus much from mee Since done on earth and 't is vnfit Death should Enter heau'n gates our glory to behold It fittest is that Cupid should descend Where shame for 's guilt vpon him may attend And there indure the clamor and the cry Of the murther'ds friends and those in misery And as hee 's author of
their endlesse woe Sit and condole them whom he iniur'd so VVhich being done let him goe seeke out Death And changing's quiuer bid him stop the breath Of those weake wights whom he with Loue did wound Or else vntimely time shall him confound This Death may doe but those whom Loue hath slaine With Deaths dart cannot be reuiu'd againe For Loue in this without commission went But whom death slaies 't is with the fates consent Death hath authority for to destroy But Loue should not kill but procure mens ioy And therefore Loue was too too blame in this To vse Deaths engines and giue bale for blisse Great faults deserue no fauourable meed Yet b'ing thus check'd and punish'd for the deed Since though a god he 's but a childe good sooth And being blinde he sees not what he doth At his returne let our displeasures end For I 'm perswaded heele no more offend To this great Ioue and all the gods agreed And being cōfirmd adiornd the court with speed Cupid departed and to earth he goes To sit and heare the sorrowes sighes and woes Of the sad Swaines for those whom he had slaine But most for Corauin they did complaine And eu'ry one of them exclaim'd on Death Not thinking Cupid had reft him of breath Vntill the time that he was clad in clay Which woe is me was on Saint Peters day A day of dread Oh had it neuer bin T'intombe in clay the comely Corauin The comely Corauin the more griefe 's mine In th' earth that day the shepheards did inshrine Inshrine aye me they did and I must say When I name that I name a weeping day A weeping day Yea so it was indeed For then heauen wept and th' hearts of men did bleed Did bleed 't is true their hearts did bleed and they Did nought but weepe vpon that wofull day That wofull day the clouds of heau'n distill'd A world of water wherewith they were fill'd VVere fill'd yea fill'd and so let fall awaie As if they 'd meant t' haue drown'd the earth that day That day the Sun a sable weed did weare And with a blacke hood hid his golden hayre That day the skie put on a mourning cloake And shew'd no vapours but what seem'd like smoake That day the earth was all as blacke as Iet Onely with teares wherewith 't was ouer-wet That day a sort of most sweet siluer bells Did nothing sound but sad-tun'd dolefull knells That day there was a world of weeping eyes Sorrow 's no niggard of sighs teares and cries That day each Shepheard wore a Cypresse wreath Vpon his head and all blacke Say beneath That day was Corauins sad funerall Which still 's lamented and for euer shall A goodly troope did on his hearse attend And more had done if they his death had kend For Candida ne're knew that he was dead Vntill she heard that he was buried And then too soone 't was knowne and she did goe Whil'st Cupid was there that did breed her woe Lo now my Muse is come to nought but mourning Her ioyes are past and hopelesse of returning Oh you that euer felt the force of Loue Or know what powerfull pass'ons it doth moue You that haue wept and sigh'd and grieu'd and gron'd When but your selues none knew for what you mon'd You you oh you you that know loue indeed You whose soules melt whose very hearts doe bleed At the remembrance of the sweet sweet name Of sacred Loue the soueraigne King of flame 'T is you I call to you that I implore If yet you haue or sighes or teares in store Oh lend me them or some of them at least Much he hath need of makes a liberall feast One Muse vnlesse inspired from aboue Can ne're expresse the passions of true loue One man 's too weake in iudgement and in wit T'explane the force and the effects of it Oh helpe me then helpe both my Muse and mee That by your ayd it may described bee The little streams of water small brooks giue her Doe quickly make a full-vein'd flowing Riuer So eu'ry accent eu'ry sigh or teare That you lend mee my work will help 't vpreare Hard is the heart that will no helpe extend Especially for Loues sake to a friend Come then and ayd me and in hope you will In Loues deepe passion now I le dip my quill Candida hearing of these heauy newes Doth sigh sob sownde and all sad actions vse Oh heauens quoth she why do I liue thus long Or why hath Death and Time done me this wrong Why haue they got my Corauin away Why haue they lapp'd his comely corps in clay VVhy hath heau'n let that fowle Fiend Death haue power To crop the blossome of that scarse-bloom'd flower Why haue the Fates so fayre a Shepheard slaine VVhy haue they robd me of so rare a Swaine Why haue they stolne the lustre of my life Why got a hop'd-for husband from his wife Why dimd the Sun that shin'd vpon me heere And left me neither Loue nor friend nor pheere Why vnsuspected hath time him betray'd VVhy made m'a widdow whilst I am a Mayd VVhy hath he reft me of all ioyes in one And why left me to wayle now he is gone Oh what did moue the gods to be so cruell As to depriue me of my dearest Iewell As to depriue me of my dearest Iewell And leaue me like a fire without fuell Fire without fuell soone will fade and die And without Corauin euen so must I Euen so must I. Yea and great reason too For want of his life doth my life vndoe VVhat els had I wherein I tooke delight VVhat ioy had I but onely in his sight What comfort had I but in Corauin VVhat hearts content but whereas he hath bin VVhat pleasure to me did this world extend VVhat other solace but that one sweet friend VVhat did I loue or what did I hold deere But onely him my Loue my life my pheere And is he gone is he vntimely slaine By Loue or Death or by my owne disdaine Oh which of vs three hath the Murtherer bin VVhich of vs was it that kil'd Corauin Loue was it thou oh if thou did'st it speake For if Loue kil'd him griefe my heart will breake 'T will wound my soule euen to the very death If Loue hath reft my deare-belou'd of breath I know he lou'd me and that wondrous well And I lou'd him more deare then tongue can tell But oh 't was long before that I could do it And much adoe he had to bring me to it He su'de he seru'd and often sought vnto mee By pray'rs plaints teares and all that else might woo mee But I relentlesse was and slinty hard And his great griefes but little did regard I was too young to feele the force of Loue Teares plaints nor pray'rs could me to pitty moue Then would he write and as he wrote hee 'd weep Blood was his inke which he in teares would steep The pen shew'd pure
and swallowed Hating to liue her husband being dead Cleopatra for Loue of Anthony With sting of Aspicks did most stoutly die And shall not I although a Shepheardesse Resolue like them since in the like distresse Shall I bee tim'rous and not imitate The worthy'st women for a worthy mate No I 'le not be diuorced from my Deare Since he is gone I 'le not sit grieuing heere Sweet Corauin I 'le come to thee ' ere night And giue my life to gaine my Louers sight But then ah then who shall thy death deplore These my laments doe make thy losse seeme more Therefore I 'le liue and let the world to ken How much I priz'd thee more then other men VVho although dead to others yet in mee Thou shalt liue still and still my True-loue be For so thou art in deed loh so thou art Thou onely holdst possession of my heart Possession of my heart thou holdst in deed And shalt for euer none shall thee succeed Then why should I imagine thou art slayne And why inueygh 'gainst Loue and Death in vayne Come Candida 't is folly thus to doe Thou iniur'st them both and thine owne selfe too They did not kill sweet Corauin Ah no. Some vncouth accident hath bred this woe Some qualme o're's heart or else some extasie Bred by conceit begot by ielousie Of griefe might kill him seeing many seeke me Lest some of them as well as he might leeke me Yea sure 't was so so did he die no doubt No death's vntimely but time brings it out Heauen will not haue a murther to be hid But first or last bewrayes the homicid But if griefe kild him 't is in vaine to weep For 't will kill all that doo 't long company keep Then Candida awhile lay teares aside And tell what loue-tricks did in 's life betide Tell how hee 'd sit and pipe so prettily That all Swaines ioy'd to heare his harmonie Each Nimph and Shepheardesse that now remains In any of these neighbouring Groues or Plains From Fountaines and from fieldes would flock with speed To heare him play vpon his Oeten Reed And as they daily vsed for to doe So would the Satyrs and the Dreiads too How oft haue I my milke-white flocke forsooke And slily stolne downe to a silent brooke My Corauins sweet Songs and Oads to heare When he poore soule thought little I was there Amongst the Reeds oh wherefore did he hide him At vnawares I oftentimes haue spyde him There would he sit and sometimes sing and play And sometimes weep and many woes bewray Sometimes his musicke did delight mine eare Sometimes I 'd sigh his sad complaints to heare And to my selfe say Lo I can relieue him But I 'le not doo 't 'cause purposely I 'le grieue him Tut let him languish pule and pine awhile Who sighs for loue makes his beloued smile For as the Adamant doth Diamonds drawe Or little Ieat extracts the longest strawe Euen so my beauty binds him to obey To seeke to sue and serue me euery way Faire women alwaies specially the witty Loue to be lou'd but loue not to shew pitty Though faire-fac'd foolish ones that do not know How to esteem the beauties that they owe May like a Puppy that is playd withall As oft as touch'd be apt to take a fall But we that know what pow'r our beauties haue Can at out Altars make them creepe and craue And thinke th' are happy too and if they may But get a kisse for courting vs all day For we doe vse to trie before we trust How should we else distinguish Loue from lust Men are deceitfull and will sweare they loue vs Calling to record gods and heau'n aboue vs When they intend no loue at all vnto vs But onely lust wherewith they lay t' vndoe vs Seeking to vndermine by subtill Arts The weake made fortresse of our feeble hearts For what i' st wit or Art or gold can doe But they will vse if not abuse them too Onely to gaine their wicked wils of vs Whom they 'l soone cast off if they conquer thus Ah beauty borne to multitudes of troubles How many wayes thy misery redoubles Subiect thou art vnto suspition still And art condemn'd thogh thou commit'st no ill Feare and foule Ielouzie thy attendants bee Sickenes and age doe each howre threaten thee Besides all this men both with gold and wit Seeke beauties ruine and lay siedge to it Nay more then thus it doth it selfe betray And to our foes our weakenes doth bewray No maruell then though faire ones feele much woe VVhen all these enemies assaile them so But in this case I wrong my Corauin Who giltlesse was of suche gregious sin For why his loue was most immaculate As free from folly as 't was far from hate For when vpon his pipe he did sit playing Or his sad passions seriously bewraying He did desire his Candida might heare Both what his pastimes and his plainings were His heart and tongue concurring both in one Made him wish audience when he was alone For Louers that do no dissembling vse Can make no faults but what Loue may excuse But flattring fellowes that come cogging to vs Surely they lou's not that with slights do wo vs Their praise and proffers are like lime-twigs laid Wherewith t' ensnare an vnsuspecting mayd But Corauin did loue vnfainedly Free were his thoughts from fraud and flattery For with his tongue his heart did speake to me Happy were mayds might all so wooed be Nothing but pure thoughts which proceeded still From true affection and intire good will Which made me loue him and oft times go looke Loue teacheth Louers to search euery nooke VVhether he were in flow'ry field or Groue Or to some fountaine had his fayre flocke droue Where if I found him as perhaps I did For Loue may lie close but not long be hid Like pretty Lambs wee 'd sport and play together VVooers are wags or wantons choose you whether Then though my Deare to my great griefe be dead Yet let our meetings be remembered Mickle good pastime had we two alone And oh most pleasing 'cause 't was seene to none Loue takes no liking where strange eies may see 't But where most secret there 't is still most sweet Oh how the kisses and the kind imbraces VVhich past betwixt vs twaine in priuate places Now being remembred rauisheth my sence And with my sorrowes seemeth to dispence Bidding me leaue my sad Laments awhile And with then amorous talke this time beguile Which for my Loues sake I am loth to doe But weak's our sexe and wandring-minded too VVe like the Moone our minds must often change All women vs't and therefore 't is not strange Then if one passion can expell another Loue for a while Deaths sad designements smother Whil'st I relate in this lamenting time Our pretty pastimes in Loue pleasant prime This is my lip kinde Corauin would say When on my soft lip his sweet finger lay This is not
each of them endeuour'd to recall her And did at length but faint she was and weake And stil she sigh'd as sighs her heart should break Anon sayd thus but more she could not say Cupid kil'd Corauin woe's me for aye Cupid kil'd Corauin woe's me for aye For losse of him thus makes my life decay And so sunke downe vnto the earth againe The whilst the Shepheards did on Loue complaine And curst his Bow his arrowes and his quiuer And him the Wag that was their woes contriuer Cupid at this put finger in the eye And whilst they chid him wept most childishly Then babe-like said for Babes can do no other How you haue vs'd me I will tell my mother By this fayre Candida whom all thought dead Till the kind Swaines did eleuate her head Began to stir and rowle her radiant eyes Beauty dwells there euen when the body dyes And when sh 'ad suckt breath from the solid ayre Away from thence the Shepheards did conuay her With whom I 'le leaue her till she do recouer And learne to leaue lamenting for her Louer Lo now young Cupid seeing all were gone With many teares her wofull state did mone And to himselfe the silly god did say Kind Coraum I cruelly did slay And was the Author of her woes and cries Not willingly but through my want of eies Yea it was I and none but onely I That was the cause of her calamity And now it grieues me when it is too late Loue should so lucklesly gaine Louers hate And with his folly make the gods offended And mortals mourne thus but the Sceane b'ing ended In which my fact was punish'd with defame To the impeachment of my honor'd name I 'le get me gone from th' Arcadian Playnes And come no more amongst these mourning Swaines Till Candida her Corauin forget And loue another whom she knowes not yet Which to effect I 'le leaue expostulating And now go seeke where Death's negotiating To do the wretched and weake worldlings wrong With the golden arrowes that to Loue belong Which I 'le take from him as I 'm charg'd to do And giue him 's owne with all that longs thereto Therewith departs But oh not far goes he A foes found sooner then a friend can be E're he met Death who like an enuious slaue Exclaim'd on Loue and him ill speeches gaue Saying he was a couz'ning cheating mate Oh cruell Death th' art full of canker'd hate To take his Ebon Darts and stead thereof Leaue him Loues squilkers wherat old folks scoffe The young make songs on and the wise reiect For but with fondlings Lou's in no respect And therefore quoth he I in scorne deliuer Thy bable Arrowes and thy boyish Quiuer Heere take them Infant and giue me mine owne Wherewith to heau'n thou like a foole hast flowne And there hast done my engines so much grace As make show of them in that sacred place Whilst I haue borne thine all about the world And at the bosomes of the basest hurld By which of Death this slight thy shafts haue got They 'l kill sometimes though they by Loue be shot Then shall I laugh at Lady Venus child To thinke how Death the Boy-god hath beguild Making him helpe me fill vast Graues and Toombes That should make fertill barren womens wombes This said chang'd Quiuers and away went he Leauing young Cupid to complaine to me Of 's punishment for his rash ouersight To steale from heau'n and stay on earth one night From whence the death of Corauin did spring Which all this woe vnto the world did bring And shame to him on whom fell Death did rayle And Shepheards likewise thogh it nought auaile With bitter execrations did reiect As if his god-head were of no respect And thus he sayd I do perceiue quoth he Thou must the Pen-man of my Progresse be Fayre Candida hath chose thee and desir'd Not as a mercenarie basely hyr'd But as a true friend that compassionates All Loyall Louers lamentable states That thou would'st in some sad-tunde Elegy Tell how her Deare-lou'd Corauin did dye By my o'resight or rather want of sight For Loue would not kil Louers though he might How she laments and how the Shepheards weepe And what a sorrowing for one Swaine they keepe How gods inrag'd haue punish'd my offence And mortals here with too much insolence Exclaim'd on me and curs'd me to my face Why should a god indure so much disgrace How Death abusd me yet all this while I Did nought but weepe and durst not make reply Because the gods thought fit I should be shent And for m'offence ordain'd this punishment But as th'would'st haue my mother be thy friend So let this Story sparingly be pend Condemne not Loue much cause thou see'st hee 's blind As e're th'would'st fauour of a female find But write of him as th'would'st haue him to be In Venus Court a friend or foe to thee VVith that the Boy betooke him to his wings Loue when he list can soare ' boue earthly things And vp to heau'n did make his towring flight I then return'd these accidents to write VVhich as you see I haue expressed heere Though other Pastorals it comes not neere Yet let the world vouchsafe me this report My will is good although my wit comes short Sidney and Spencer be you aye renoun'd No time hath pow'r your Pastorals to confound Drayton and all the rest that wrote of yore Adorning time with your delicious store Be euer honor'd and till th' end of times On Fames peart tongue be praised for your Rimes You worthy ones oh do not you disdaine My mournfull Muse that in this humble vaine Dares for to sing considering these are dayes In which some Criticks will the best dispraise But pardon me should all be silent then VVho should praise Vertue or check Vice in men I know fayre Candida's complaint affords Matter inough had I but proper words T' expresse her griefs whose woes sighs teares wrongs Might taske all pens and almost tire all tongues But I alone doe of her sorrowes sing Till better wits thereof be warbling For suâ—e the worke deserues a worthy wit Though I the weak'st doe first imblazon it Amintas likewise told a sad-tun'd Tale For losse of 's Phillis long since set to sale And for Laceno and for all the rest Much sorrow by the Shepheards was exprest But I ore'slip it all for her sweet sake For whom too much paines I can neuer take And now I will conclude her mournefull song To whom I 'le sing a sweeter note e're long For whilst I liue I will tune all my Layes To comfort Candida and in her prayse FINIS
silly twigs may teach me To shun Loues snares lest womens wiles o're-reach me For by these twigs I see oh flinty hard A doting Louer they doe least regard When flatt'ring wooers with fayr speaking speed VVhilst th' are reiected that loue deare indeed Narcissus-like the poore twigs sought to kisse But their owne shadows yet were drench'd for this So he that seekes his goddesse to imbrace May haue like Ixion but a Cloud in Chase And when he thinks fast in his armes to fold her Find her so ayery that he cannot hold her And yet this lighter then a Shittle-Cocke Her dearest Louers will delude and mocke And Cyren-like though she doth them inchant What most they seeke they most of all shall want For some there are allure men to desire Then laugh to see them frying in loues fire Like foolish flies in Candle flames that play Till they be scorch'd and scarce can creepe away But still the Garlands swomme and on went I Till in the riuer lo I did espye Hard by a Groues side which I then drew neere A sort of goodly water-Nymphes appeare Nak'd as the Graces vpon Ida were Hauing no couâ—ing but their comely hayre Which dangled downe their dainty bodies so That nought was seene that was not fit to show Nayis her selfe was foremost of this Crue On whom the rest did giue attendance due Bathing she sate like Dian in the brooke Whil'st I as Acteon vpon her did looke Soone was I spyde yet did she bathe her still For oh she knew I did intend no ill And therefore no exceptions tooke at mee Nor grudg'd that I her and her Nymphes did see But now the riuer which of late was proud Drawing neere to her me thought lowly bowde And hauing done all reuerence it could doe her Humbly presented all the Garlands to her Which Nayis taking to each Nymph gaue one And charg'd them instantly to get them gone Alongst the streame till they got past the Groue Where they shold see each of these shepherds loue And of these Garlands there deliuery make And see that each one did her True-loues take And then returne and tell how they accepted These friendly fauours and whose was neglected Forth-with they went to do as she commands Holding the Garlands in their Iuory hands VVhose shadows through the splendor of the sun Did both on bankes and in the bottome run Whereat the fish amaz'd skud thence for feare But when they saw there were no mortalls there They did retyre and seeme for to adore them Then skud behind then skip againe before them Euen as the Dolphins on the sea doe dance Before a storme so did these fishes prance As thinking these were some celestiall powers That could produce some soone-ensuing showres And therefore play'd thus prettily to sport them And all the way presumed to consort them But now being come vnto their iourneys end These louely Nymphs their looks to shore did bend And there espyde a sort of most sweet creatures That pass'd comparison for comely features One was a combing of her golden haire Another drest yet did not seeme so faire Though faire she was sat singing of a ditty VVhich others praisd and said t was very pretty Some with silke Ribands did knit true-true-loue knots Others sate making posies and fine spots In hand-kerchers some working flowrs in gloues And all for fauours for to send their Loues One was commending of a comely swaine VVhich she lou'd well would be lou'd of faine Hight Pamelus of person exquisite Fayre affable and of an exc'lent wit Him she extold vnto the Heauens aboue And held him worthy of a Princes loue Another sitting by said Corauin Surpassed him and all that ere hath beene Paris quoth she though he was Priams sonne And first faire Oenon then Queene Helen wonne With comely Corauin might not compare For beauty wit and personage most rare But all this while his deare loue Candida Fayrer then Aegypts Queene Cleopatra Nor smild nor frown'd nor would she vtter ought Of her affections whatsoere she thought That shee did loue him shee 'd haue none to know Yet was she pleas'd to heare him praysed so But now they spy'de the Nymphes vpon the riuer Holding the Garlands ready to deliuer Vp now they start and as o're-ioyd thereat They layd their workes by and left off their chat And towards the Nymphes did speedily repayre Hard t was for me to iudge which was most faire Of them or these the Nymphes or mortall Creatures Both were so ex'lent for their outward features Each beheld other with a blushing face Blushing doth aye giue beauty better grace Rare t was to see how their sweet cheekes were dyde But now being come vnto the riuers side One formost step'd a foote into the flood So fond she was she car'd not where she stood For to receiue a fauour from her Louer VVho like a flatt'rer did but faintly houer Yet would he send her tokens now and then Such slye dissembling 's in a sort of men Till they like Iason and false Demophon Haue got their wills and then far-wel th' are gone Shee tooke the Garlands one by one and read To whom ech was to be deliuered One was directed vnto faire-fac'd Phillis Another was to louely Amarillis One to young Mopsa mistresse of his heart VVhose lookes he said did Poetry impart And Numbers true taught Dorus to rehearse VVho til he knew her scarce did know a verse One was to Celestina faire and bright And one to her that Gallatea hight And now to fairest Candida came one Who stood aloofe as if he look'd for none Then came another and another to her For almost eu'ry worthy Swaine did woo her Shee had more Garlands then halfe they had sent her And Sonnets too but that did not content her For she vnwilling was for to receiue them Nor did she care neglectfully to leaue them Because she knew her Corauin ne're vs'd To send her ought that should be thus perus'de But lo the Nymphes were loth she should forsake them And all the rest intreated her to take them Affirming that by reading o're the lines Shee might perchance be pleas'd with some designes So them she tooke with seeming-gratefull hart The rest reioysing doe with her depart Backe went the Nymphes as ea'rst they had in charge For to relate each circumstance at large To lou'ly Nayis who thought long to heare After what sort these things accepted were But still stayd I as one vnsatisfi'de Of the Euents that after might betide And glad I was to faigne occasion too As thousands more besides my selfe would doe Only to see those goodly Girles againe In whom such rare perfections remaine But most of all her that is beauties Queene And ô me thinks can ne're inough be seene Fayre Candida the glory of them all Worthier then Venus of the golden ball Which fell from Heauen for oh she doth excell All those three fayre ones betwixt whom it fell Perseus braue purchase faire Andromeda VVas neuer
comparable to Candida Nor is there any like her can bee nam'de For shee 's the fairest that ere nature fram'de Her hayre is like vnto fine threds of gold Her eyes like sparkling Diamonds to behold Her fore-head high her veines like Saphires blue Her blush vnborrow'd all her beauty true Her cheekes like Roses which by Lillies lye Her lips like Rubyes teeth like Iuory Her nose is comely and her necke is white Her chin is dimpled and that breeds delight Her brests like Snowy mounts are fayre soft The Sun to touch them hath descended oft Her hands are little and her fingers long Her middle slender I the rest much wrong Her leg is pretty and her foote is small And by these few parts you may ghesse at all Shee wore a Chaplet of fine flowres and Roses Beauty to beauty still her best discloses O're natures ornament her golden hayre VVhich as t was tressed seem'd exceeding fayre About her necke whiter than Snow or milke Shee worè a scarfe of Sea-greene coloured silke Her gown was pure wooll yet but plain God wot Of purple colour and her Petticoate Of watchet Kersie and her Kirtle was Of grasse-greene Chamblet without gard or lace Her Iu'ry armes were cloath'd with Lawn so thin That through her sleeues a man might see her skin No amber bracelets on her wrists she wore Yet vpon one wrist what she prized more VVhich was a silke point Corauin gaue to her When as the kind Swain courteously did woo her Vpon her legs she silke-soft buskins wore Of Murry colour which she set by store And on her feet she did fine Sandalls weare Made of a pure Felt or a Miniuere Thus was shee deck'd and well it did become her To be attir'd thus in the time of Sommer For in a manner thus fayre Daphne went And with like habit Dian was content But now b'ing come vnto their former places These dainty damsells with delicious graces Each of them put her new-come Garland on Saue Candida who would be crown'd with none And by th' others being demanded why She would weare none She made this wise reply Say that I would quoth she weare one of these The sender I but not my selfe should please For none of them that sent these Garlands to mee Vntill this instant e're did seeme to woe me And therefore how is 't possible to know Whether they loue me or but make a show Of loue to me to see if I will take That which perchance the worst of you 'l forsake But put the case as who can rightly tel Each of these Swaines did loue me wondrous well How should I know which of them merits best To be beloued aboue all the rest Then being ignorant in each degree For to weare any were a fault in me Then to her selfe she muttered secretly True Loue is alwaies full of ielousie Since no one more then other merits Grace I should but wrong one that is not in place Then said to please you since I must displease Vpon my head I will put none of these Which words of hers made all the rest to muse That one so faire such fauours should refuse Sent her by chief'st of th' Arcadian Swaines And she vnkind to quite them with disdaines But still the fayre oh that it were not so Respect their owne wills not anothers woe And when th' are offer'd wel cannot perceiue But take the worst oft and the better leaue Ah Loue thou strangely dost affected stand And like a God wilt stoop to no command Nay pray'rs and teares can hardly penetrate The hearts of some they are so obdurate For as Loue 's powerfull so t is pittilesse Afflicting many but doth few redresse Why should the strong vnto the weake be subiect Or mighty ' r ones be to the meaner abiect But Loue and Fortune are agreed with Fate To wracke mens weale and them excruciate For he that hopes by either of the two T' atttaine to happinesse may vnhappily doe But now these fayre ones for their more content Began to reade the Sonnets that were sent Phillis first shew'd what her Amintas wrot Who long had lou'd but little reap'd God wot He pleads his loue long seruice and true faith Proff'ring them all and all that else he hath To louely Phillis whom he much commends And so in passion the poore Shepheard ends Then Amarillis shew'd Alexis lines Who pleads for pitty and tells how hee pines Then Mopsa shewed what her Dorus writ Who like some Cockneyes hath more wealth then wit He brags that he sent far-fetch't straines vnto her And except he no Swayne could quaintly woo her And that his lines though all not worth a flie Were th' onely Quintesence of Poetrie Then Celestina she began to showe What Melebeus would on her bestowe A thousand Lambkins snow-white fat and fine I le giue thee quoth he so thou wilt be mine And more then that I will maintaine thee so As not a Shepheardesse shall like thee goe Then Galatea shew'd old Thirsis Sonnet Which made them all laugh that did look vpon it For he did tearme her whiter then the Ieat And held her more worth then Agenors Neat. Then Candida did will them looke vpon A Sonnet sent her by old Coridon Who prais'd her eyes to be of Currall hiew Her lips like Cristall but it was not true Loue had so blinded him he could not see VVhich were like Currall which like Cristall bee Then shew'd sh'another that Dametas sent VVhich they no sooner read but straight she rent And then another of young Thenots sending This but not he quoth som is worth commending Yet surely this is not of his inditing For hee 's a wild-braine hath no skill in writing Some witty Swayne t' expresse his loue hath wrot it And now this mad-cap by ill hap hath got it Then threw shee forth some three or foure more For as I earst sayd she had sent her store VVhich being read bid whose would entertaine them For she protested that she did disdaine them Now whil'st they thus sate trifling time away Loues blinde god Cupid got abroad to play VVith's bow and arrowes from his mothers sight And to th' Earth flew for his owne delight VVhere vnawares he met his mortall foe Minds set on mirth are oft encountred so Enuious death to whom Loues god sayd thus 'T is strange in one place to see both of vs But since I haue met thee my old enemy Setting aside all former enmitie Let 's make a truce and for this night agree To lodge together and bed-fellowes be Meager-fac'd Death soone condiscended to it And was as willing as Loues god to doe it Then did they both vow that no mortall VVight Should feele of Loues force or of Deaths that night But as themselues disposed were to rest So they 'd doe nothing others to molest Thus like two trauellers that walk together They took their Inne Innes scarce wel vs'd by either For lust in Loues shape oft to Innes doth
loue and the paper zeale Wherewith the poore Swaine did his plaints reueale Pitty he pleaded for with 's soule and heart And with much weeping pray'd me ease his smart For by the paper I might eas'ly see That he did weep much when he wrot to mee Loue thou art powerfull I confesse it now Though of thy lawes I did not late allowe But if thy might to murther did extend Thou hast wrong'd him and also me his friend For I must thinke if he by loue was slaine Though thy hand did it 't was through my disdain Disdaine sayd I yea yea I did disdaine him Els I had pitty'd when he first did plaine him And therefore Loue I must hold thee excus'd For Loue not me but I haue Loue abus'd Then let me neuer thinke that Loue did ill him But rather yeeld that my disdaine did kill him 'T was so indeed in very deed 't was so 'T was my owne selfe that wrought my selfe this woe For had I been kind as I might haue been Still had I kept my comely Corauin Still had I kept my comely Corauin Had I been kinde as oh would I had been But wretched I would not be wonne too 't then Ah foolish Females why should we wrong men Why should a selfe-will'd woman work his death That loues her dearer then his deare-lifes breath VVhy should we prize Virginitie so hie That e're wee 'le lose it let our Louers die When th' one 's an Idoll that 's but good in name And nothing else how ere we prize the same Th' other is the rarest frame on earth From whose faire being first our selues took birth But I 'm vnwise as women aye haue bin And haue both wrong'd my selfe and Corauin Not onely in this but many other things Which now much sorrow by remembrance brings For had he sometimes proffer'd me a kisse Why should a true friend such a fauour misse I 'de frowne and say he was too peremptory Then he poore soule would straight-way say I 'm sorry If I offend you I le no more assay Yet as one iniur'd I would fling away And scarce come neere him of a good while after To make him grieue whilst I grew fat with laughter But weighing at length how hainously he tooke My sharpe rebuke I with a smiling looke Would comfort him and say Come Corauin Too much vnkindnes for one kisse hath bin To make amends with take thee two or three Though I seem'd coy I le not be so to thee And therefore come sweet-heart and take inow Mayds though th' are squeamish lou't as well as you VVhat 's hardly gotten men most highly deeme But what 's soone purchast slightly they esteeme Then blame me not although I seemed coy Louers like babes must beg for euery toy And in th'obtaining thinke th' are happy too By getting that which others cannot doe But whither am I carry'd with this veine Of my conceited counterfeit disdaine Since to be coy and something seeming nice Is not disdaine disdaine 's as cold as Ice But my affection like to coales of fire In ashes wrapt vp lest they should aspire Was inly hot with feruency of zeale Though to my selfe I did the same conceale Fire hid in ashes hardly is containd But loue inuelloped more hard restrain'd Then since I inwardly did hold him deare And inward passions penetrate most neere I must needs thinke my sorrow-tyred tongue Hath been o're apt to doe my owne selfe wrong In saying my disdaine should worke his woe Who was not loathed but beloued so That I esteemd him dearer then my life And onely hoped to haue been his wife And well I might for he deseru'd no lesse But to enioy the brauest Shepheardesse For oh he had such worthy qualities And was so faire well-fauour'd and so wise That euery Shepheardesse did like and loue him Althogh their beauties had no pow'r to moue him Onely my selfe sweet Corauin affected The rest he lou'd not nor their loues respected I know he lou'd mee and for euer will Resolue my selfe that he doth loue me still Loues me in death as dearely as in 's life And oh me thinks I heare him call me wife Wife was his word Wife would he euer call me Oh that no other title had befall me For then ah then I need not tell yee how I 'de bin as happy as i 'm haplesse now For now I 'm neither Widdow Mayd nor Wife And yet all three and so I 'le end my life I 'le end my life oh that it now were ended For then by Death I should be much befriended And with my Corauin should quickly be Whose hou'ring ghost now seems t' appeare to me And lookes as grimly as if some were heere That were the meanes to make away my Deare Or that his passage Caron hath deni'd To th' Eliz'an fields for Louers purifide Vntill the world takes notice of his wrongs By my complaint to whom it most belongs If it be so sweet Corauin be sure Thou shalt not long thy wandring course indure I 'le doe thee all the right that I can doe Which being done I will come to thee too But yet ah wretched and vnhappy I Though die I would as yet I cannot die Those that would liue Death quickly takes away But those that would die them he doth delay Iniurious Fates why should your Factor Death So forward be to suffocate the breath Of iocond Shepheards and of Iou'all spirits And flie from them that wretchednesse inherits But oh I now perceiue wherefore he flies me And why although intreated he denies me To end my daies Oh 't is because that hee Murther'd my Corauin for louing mee For if nor Loue nor my disdaine did slay him Surely 't was Death that did from hence conuay him Death yea 't was Death and none but Death did doe it Yet gods nor men ne're gaue consent vnto it Meager fac'd monster most enuious slaue With Natures best gift why didst fill a graue Thou vn-seene shaddow gastly and most grim VVhy hast thou fild a vasty vault with him With him that was Earths all-admired Creature And did surpasse all Shepheards for sweet feature VVith him that graced th' Arcadian Plaines And was the glory of their goodly Swaines With him that was the Mirror of all men That e're was seene or e're shall be agen VVith him that was indued from aboue VVith all the gifts that gods and men doe loue VVith him whose youth was vertuously inclin'd And as the Sun doth lights all Swaines out-shin'd VVith him that was belou'd of all saue thee And therefore slaine t'extract these teares from me Accursed Death most cruell and vnkind Hauing slaine him why leau'st thou me behind VVhy may not I that am his onely Wife Associate him as well in death as life VVhy should I liue and draw a loathed breath When my deare Loue lies in the lawes of Death Wee reade of VVomen throw themselues in fire When as their louing husbands liues expire Portia tooke burning Coales