yee Without delayer pannelled a Iurie Where those 12. men the number scarse holds right Rising to 12 that were before but eight Found that our ancestry did hold in pottage Now I imagine he did meane in Soccage Which to make sure this Custom speakes for vs And he with that draws forth a Mittimus This I may sweare more then a sennet after I could not thinke on but was forc't to laughter But now to thee for I haue done thee wrong To keepe me from discourse with thee so long Whom I resolu'd to haue aduertised Of these precedent errors mentioned Conforme thy will vnto thy Lords commaund In fitting things thou liu'st vpon his land And art his liedge-man therfore thou shouldst sho Thy selfe to him as thou thy selfe doest owe. Vnto the Heyre to a respect is due For time may come when he shall pleasure you Yet meane I not that thou shouldst pay a Fine Vnto the heire now in his Fathers time For if I were an heire as I am not Believe it I would thinke that fine ill got What I doe wish to the is briefely this Successe in thy estate as thou wouldst wish Conformed so vnto thy Lands Lordheire That with heauens Landâ—lord thou may liue elsewherâ— FINIS LOVES LABYRINTH OR The true-Louers knot INCLVDING The disastrous fals of two star-crost Louers PYRAMVS THYSBE A Subiect heeretofore handled but now with much more proprietie of passion and varietie of inuention continued By RICHARD BRATHWAYTE Res est soliciti plena timoris amor At London printed by I. B. for Richard Redmor and are to be sold at the West dore of Pauls at the Starre 1615. CANDIDO ET cordato Amico faelici Genio perspicaci ingenio Richardo Musgraue de Harcley Baronetto coque titulo vere digno Richardus Brathwaite hosce extremos Amatorum amplexus grati animi permitias solennique officio perfunctas humillime Dedit Dicauit Dedicauit Richardus Musgraueensis ANAGRAMM Charus musis diurna reges Dystichon Sicut amas Musas Musis redamaris ab ipsis Charus vt es Musis secla diurna reges Vpon the Dedicatorie I Heare one aske me if I could finde none To dedicate this Poeme to but one That 's now transplanted to another sphere And better measures sings then anie 's here It s true indeede the world 's large and wide And many were there I confesse beside My now deceased Patron I could finde But none so well agreeing with my minde He was one that I honour'd and his worth Deseru'd a pregnant Muse to set it forth Which though I haue not I will shew my best To crowne him sleeping in the bed of rest Where while I write my passion shall appere By each lines accent mixed with a tere But you will say this subiect cannot moue Such firme impression cause it treats of loue A sadder straine would better fitting be Drain'd from the streames of graue Melpomene Where euery sentence might that passion breede as if himselfe were here portraide indeed This I could doe and so expresse him too But that his worth would be a shame to you That are desertlesse to see him by Fate Lopt that has left you much to imitate Of honour I dare say which ere 't be long May be a subiect to a better song But I would haue you know how ere this is It was from th'cradle nat'ralized his Nor would I raze my Patrons dedicate How ere he seem'd to be obscur'd by Fate But as I lou'd him liuing my desire Is to expresse my loue vnto him higher Being now dead that though my friend be gone Yet life and death to friendship may be one For th'print of loue if it be stampt aright Is most in heart when it is least in sight FINIS VPON THE PREMAture death of the most Generous and Ingenious the right Worshipfull Sir RICHARD MVSGRAVE Knight-Barronett of Hartley Who died in Italy being preuented of his religious purpose intending to visit the holy Sepulchre of our Sauiour in Ierusalem an EPICEDIVM The Author Dedicates these Obit-teres vnto his vertuous and modest Lady the much honoured FRANCIS MVSGRAVE Daughter to the truly honourable PHILIP LORD WHARTON His Ladies Obit-teres TEres I do shedde yet are they shedde in vaine Nor can they call him backe to life againe A funerall Elegy Yet sigh I will to wake him from his sleep Thus whilst he sleepes in Earth on Earth I le weepe So my sad groanes sent forth vnfeignedly May moue the hardest heart to pitty me To pittie me that though I cannot haue The priuiledge to see my husbands graue Yet may my teres as me it doth behâ—ue Transported be to testifie my loue My loue which euer shall these obites keepe She can doe verie little cannot weepe Richardus Musgrauiensis ANAGRAMM Vnis resurgam charus diis Dystichon Nascimur morimur sed tu moriendo resurges Gratior sanctis charior atque deis De profectione eius ad Sanctiss Christi Sepulchrum Christus erat pretium Christi quia morte sepulchruÌ„ perlustrare cupis quem moriendo capis Richard Musgraue ANAGRAMM Graces reward him or We admire his grace Two Anagrammes included in one verse Dystich Graces reward him we admire his grace Serue both as proper Mottoes for this place A funerall Elegie The first t' expresse the hope of his reward Whence is implie'd our comfort afterward Vpon his Graue In Musgraues hearse I finde the Muses graue For by his losse a Patron lost they haue Yet he 's not lost but is ascended higher And sings with Muses of the heauenly quire His Character Faire England gaue me breeding birth and name Ierusalem was th'place where I did ayme But loe my Sauiours graue I could not see For my owne graue was made in Italy Vnto the Italian Doe not contemne my corps Italian I am th'remainder of a Gentleman Who knew what honour was so after-time May shew like loue to thee thou showes to mine Vnto Report To speake well of the dead is charitie If thou be then a Christian taxe not me Of what I did if men we 're prone to fall Speake what is well or do not speake at all More fidelium est Transitus de Morte ii Vitam de Fide ii Noritiam de Agone ii Brauium de Peregrinatione ii Patriam de Labore ii Refrigerium de Expectatione ii Praemium de Mundo ii Deum BERNARDVS Peregi officium morientis amici To all vnhappy Louers COme neere me louers crost by louers fate And see these star-crost louers that their sight May somthing cheere the drowping of your state Showing such beames of comfort in the night Of your discomforts that both loue and hate May make you happy louers by renew Had to these louers crost as well as you You say you lou'd it 's true and so did these You say you lou'd a faire one so did he Who fancied Thisbee you say louers peace Is seldome purchas'd but by enmity Deriu'd from parents so did loue encrease In these
loue a swaine that could not yeeld her loue for loue againe Hard was her fortune to affect that creature who for a childish feare delaid to meet her The gods I know more forward would haue beene to meet loues Parragon so faire a Queene As for her beauty aye me beauties faire with Ericina she might well compare And farre more modest Venus had her mole but nere was Thysbe stain'd with bewties soile But thou hast stain'd her beauty by thy fault ruin'd that fort which neuer had assault But by thy selfe and by thy selfe too soone since by thy meanes her shrine is razed downe Turne thee to heauen and loe the heauens dismaid to see the tragicke downefall of a maide Frowning at thee that was the cause of this causing her end that was thy Soueraigne blisse Turne thee to earth and see her turn'd to earth which makes the caues below resound with mirth That they enioy which thou didst once enioy reaping their comfort from thy deepe annoy Turne thee vnto the Sea and thou shalt see The Nymphes and Syrens crying out 'gainst thee That should make promise yet not promise hold calling thee coward but thy Thysbe bold Bold to aduenture on the gloomy night bold to encounter with Latonas light Bold in her course swift in her cursiue mouing bold to escape and constant in her louing Thus heauen earth Sea concording all in one do simpathize with thy discording mone And wilt thou liue for this O doe not liue but to requite her loue let earth receiue This little All of thine which when they haue they may interre two louers in one graue Adioyning to this fount a rocke there was so steepe and craggy that no man could passe To which wild beasts repair'd making their den in th'â—ollow cauâ—rnes which did couer them Which seene by him â— what doe not louers see with face deiected thus discoursed he If any Lion or fierce sauage Beare lodge in this ragged rocke or coucheth neere Let him come out for heere is amorous food 9 and cooling streames to wash away our blood That this may beare record by euery wight two faithfull louers perisht on one night But these are but delaies which cowards vse 10 their trembling passions seeking to excuse Cast off vaine feare feare is a vassalls weede and place true Resolution in her steed She wil prescribe the rules with fruits of woing for fruitlesse be those fruits that haue no doing We that doe hazard our good names for men if they 'l not pleasure vs what profit then Of all our toylsome labour we sustaine that reape no haruest from such gusts of pain We patient are to beare and what we bore we doe accept and wish it ten times more That we might pleasure you how fond are we The weaker sort beares your infirmity But it s our Nature Nature hath ordain'd mans strâ—ngth by womans weaknesse is sustain'd In this same cloudy night with what desire did all my thoughts and my intents aspire To that same treasure thou hast promis'd me promise is debt it must be kept by thee With what affection haue I cross'd these plaines cheered by wood-nimphs singing plesant strainâ— And dans'd Laualto till I came to thee longing for that which thou didst promise mee Sad Philomela skared from her rest sung with a pricking slothorne at her brest And sung of Tereus something what I know not which if I knew yet would I neuer show it 12 For Tereus impious in his prophane life to wrong a sister and so chast a wife Sustains the torture of his wickednesse transform'd into a Bird whose filthinesse Loues marish places flies the solid ground good reason why his conscience was not sound 13 For Tireus was a King and for his lust by Ioue himselfe was from his scepter thrust A sensuall Prince to wanton motions stirr'd chang'd from a prince vnto a loathsome bird Thus did I passe the silence of the night till I arriu'd within my louers sight Which yet I cannot doe oh why should we 14 to get a little sport paune modesty These shady thickets and that secret caue those pratling Sea-nimphes this marble graue Beare all record what trauell I haue taken yet like a Turtle of her make forsaken Cannot enioy my loue aye me vnkind that seemes inconstant to a constant mind VVhy should our fauors so deuoted rest to them whose hardned harts bred our vnrest And make vs subiect to more inward griefe then ere their comforts can affoord releefe But thou art too too rash beleeue me sweet in more remisse Appearance doe I greete Thy diuine beauty pardon what is said conceyue no harme spoke by a harmelesse maide For if thou should as surâ— I thinke thou dost lie hid vnder some bush and hearst this nois'd This shrowd inueâ—â—ioâ— gainst thy loue and thee thou might as well condemne my speech and me VVhy should I speake against so hallowed shrine to whom I haue bequeath'd both me and mine Or why should I detract from that faire sunne vvhich if ecclips'd my glistring raies bee done For this same Tree beares record of our wracke decolored quite from white to dismall black And this same ground all in a gore of bloud No chiâ—ping bird within this fatall wood And this for loue of him that now is gone leauing his forlorne Thysbe all alone Hard was mine hap to see his dolefull end at whose sad hearse the Fates themselues attend Hard was mine hap more haâ—sh the course of time to crop my loue my dazie in his prime Hard was his hap to extinguish his desire with apparition of a bloody tire Hard was his hap to forrage heere so late to misse his loue and meete so soone with Fate Turne to thy loue see if thy vitall breath can call him from the slumber of pale death See if thou canst reuiue his gasping soule for loe his eies within his head doe rowle Embrace his iuory necke with foulded armes destill life in him by thy louing charmes Buzze in his eares of loue it will not bee his dying sences haue no mind of thee Thus round empalld with greefe was Thysbes mind no hope of life in him can Thysbe find For he grew stiffe engor'd with bloudy wound and by hâ—s bloud fast glâ—ed to the ground â—hysbe espied her Tire which hee did hould 〈◊〉 in his hand and did the same enfould As 〈…〉 Antidote to cure his gaping wo 〈…〉 make him ere endure Vnhappy Tire quoth she vnhappy were that gaue occasion to my loue of feare Thou that hast prest my soule in anguish more then all the robes which ere I wore before Thou wandring stragler sliding from mine head gaue the first onset to this vgly deede For if thou hadst not been my loue had liu'd that now of sence mouing is depriu'd What hap had I at first to put thee on when darke Latonas lights were drawing on Or what misfortune had I for to leaue thee since thy departure doth so greatly grieue mee It
needes must grieue me for it cuts my heart as if my soule from body should depart He was my soule my body cannot breath When as my soule is seised on by death Why should I haue such curious regard to Nightern robes wheÌ„ meaner would haue serud For well I know it was my loues desire to meete my selfe and not my curious tire Fie on this nice precisenesse weomen vse in garish dressings men should weomen chuse Not by their bodies habit but their minde in lists of vertue and respect confinde We that doe loue as we protest we doe must not get husbands with a painted show Like puppets in a play addres'd to play strange acts by night to purchase loue by day Best honour that beseems a countrey maide is to be modest in her actions staid 21 He might command and haue what he commanded but death pale death now swaies she 'l withstand it Then honourd hearse if hearses honour haue yeeld to my sute and perfect what I craue Doe not denie me to deny me this were to depriue thee honour me of blisse Nay doe not smile for I doe see thee smile if that our bones thou in thy brest compile And recollect them after Thysbes death the Nimphes themselues shall set a laurell wreath Vpon thy back e'r honourd shalt thou be for this good turne thou did my loue and me But if thou scorne my vows and cal them vaine yeelding no eare to louers that complaine Rest Well assured the Nimphs reueng'd will be And for our sakes will quite demolish thee When trusty Aiax Achilles came to Patrocles tombe with teares they bath'd the same For euery word they spake of Patrocles drew teares from them as streames from Caucasus Whose ragged top sends riuers out amaine and being sent renews her springs againe So they deplor'd his death his sacred hearse ranck set with embleames and with dolefull verse The swanes of Caister and eke of Poe came to ensable him in songs of woeâ— Since which sad time the Poets haue reported that each daie twice the swannes haue there resorted Passing by flockes along the Greequish plaine seeking by songs to make him liue againe But when it would not be the Swans there swore that from that time they nere would warble more But at their 23 death which they performe for why they neuer sing but hower before they die Why should a Grecian haue such honour done that neuer any Trophies ere had wonne But slaine by Hector for no fame he had of doing greatly good or greatly bad And yet forsooth he must characters haue in golden letters ore his worthlesse graue In polisht marble must his shrine be set in saphires 24 tophies and in british ieate Thus must he haue respect when we god wot must lie obscure as if men knew vs not And yet our fame deserues more praise then he more grace more glorie and more memorie Time shall race out that marble hearse of his time shall amend what time hath done amisse For we shall liue in spite of Fates decree when lowe interr'd this famous Greeke shall be Loue cannot die we loued and therefore death shall crowne our hearse with times immortal wreath And though we die we loue and liue in dying loue to pale death perpetuall life applying Why should prince Ilus acts haue such respect whose toomb with precious emeralds bedeckt For well I know such acts did neuer he In amorous passions of true loue as we 25 Yet Batias toomb must haue inscriptions faire to shew what man of birth was buried there And yet in death we languish not in louing though 27 death depriue vs of all vitall 〈◊〉 For we conceiue more ioy in toomb'd together then if we liâ—'d depriu'd the one of other More must I say to seale these obsequies for death is fearefull and inuents delaies And most of all in vs a weaker brood the talke of death yeeldes feare to woman-hood And yet me thinkes I stay from him too long and in my stay I doe him double wrong First to depriue him life and then begin with tardie pâ—â—e aloofe to follow him Well I le prepare my selfe the â—ates decres two Louers 〈◊〉 sustaine their crueltie And yee not crâ—â—â— cruelty is showne when either is 〈◊〉 of his owne But we by 28 Cupidâ— mâ—anes that pur blind boy obtaine by 〈…〉 could not earst enioy Death yeelds 〈◊〉 comfort then our life time did shewing our 〈◊〉 which long before was hidâ— No 〈…〉 secret â—hinks need we finde 〈◊〉 nor fearefull need we shrinke For Parents 〈◊〉 persuite we rest secure since 〈…〉 hearts as earth our corp◠〈◊〉 Wee need not haue our Parents in suspect they 〈◊〉 rest â—â—relesse now wheâ—â— we affect For well I know we can be hardly seene twixt 〈◊〉 and earth so great a space between Thus 〈…〉 enly motion doth ascend from earth to heauen to graâ—ulate her friend Thysbees EPICAEDIVM YEt Thysbe stay thine hand thine obsequies desire more celebrating exequies Die not intestate in this desert groue but consecrate in token of thy loue Thine hests to Vesta yet let Vesta know Thys be vnwilling is enforced so Then let thy 29 Parents Parents though vnkinde By Natures lawe some short memorials finde Of thy affection Swannes before they die leue pensiue odes and warble merrily 30 Yet must I needs declaime against your feare iealous of hurt where no hurt could appeare For I am sure nere was your thriuing blissing more deere to me then was my louers kissing Oh then vnkind vâ—kindnâ—sse did not fit our chaste desires that couâ—d not bridle it Loue was the hott'st when it did seeme conceal'd and hid in ashes yet in time reueal'd Then blame your selues not vs you caus'd our end barring a louer from her long sought friend Which we doe pardon if you le let vs haue our toomb in one our ashes in one graue Which it you shall performe our hope extends out disâ—oâ—n'd corps conioin'd you make amends Well do I know our funerals renew currents of teres and streames of griefe in you And many pagent mixd with liquid teares will make attendance on our desolate beres Many distreaming drops will dim your eie to see two louers end so suddenly Yet all in vaine being dead your teares restraine for teeres cannot recall vs back againe The 31 Nimphes themselues with Poplar twigs will make an osier basket for Idalias sake Wherein collect you may such fragrant flowers as shall adorne our monumentall bowers Yet when you spreade your flowers ech in degree Strow more on his side then you strow on me He was more constant he did first begin I like his shadow did but follow him He came vnto the place and spite of death seeing my tire engor'd did lose his breath I like an Ape to imitate my loue follows his worth his presence to approue A glorious presence where the gods accord all wealth all ioy Elizium can affoord Fruitfull Elysis where ech constant mate raignes in fruition
state more blest in that they had their wish Thysbe had hers and Pyramus had his They were depriv'd of louing in their liuing but by their deaths the gods themselues were giuing Tokens of loue for they enioied their loue which no transparent iealous eye could moue Empass'd by diuine power heauens maiesty to honour them that honour'd constancie And which was more dame Venus as we read yoking her Doues came to high Ioue with speed Her milke-white doues with ayrie coloured wings vnto Ioues throne their beawteous lady brings Where she with smiling countenance for her smile all foggie mists Olympus did exile Thus spake to Ioue who seeing her did grace her and with enfolded arms'gan to embrace her Heauen-habiting Ioue that in compassion sees louer inflamed passions on my knees Doe I entreate as I am Queene of loue for shipwrackt louers that thou wilt remoue Their earthly members to participate the glorious sunshine of one heauenly sâ—ate For they were constant constancy thou loues and in thy selfe their passions thou approues Deigne to eternize them with sacred Baise It 's fit such mirrors should haue endlesse daies That consecrate their vâ—wes to gods diuine then so propitious to these praiers of mine They were enobled with a constant minde Such sacred lights it 's hard on earth to finde They were adorn'd with Vestas puritie Vestas pure shape deserues eternitie They liu'd in louing and in louing did'e nor did two Vrns their ioyned loue diuide But both inter'd together they haue wonne a fame recorded in all times to come She was as faire as fairenes could be laid on mortall colours though a country maide Yet for her thoughts as pure as was her face she well deserues to haue an heauenly place Doe not frown deare Sire me thinks that frowne doe ill beseeme to such as be your owne I am your daughter and I know you loue me and I presume my praiers needs must moue you Or else I should despaire e're to resort from Idas mount vnto your heauenly court Then yeeld assent vnto your daughters suite if you denie it me I will be mute And neuer make recourse vnto your shrine which cannot choose but gall this heart of mine This earthly goddesse will full well beseeme in Iunoes absence to supply as Queene Ioue smilde at this for he desired change and therfore oft from heaueÌ„ to earth would range For pleasure and delight variety willing vnwilling wrested this reply You speake of wonders daughter quoth high 37 Ioue of mortall wights so constant in their loue These two in constant louing you surpasse For they 'r more constant then ere Venus was Death cannot part asunder their desires which like bright flames vnto our throne aspires They 're worthy daughter of a glorious crowne and they shall haue it for we le vse our owne But to enioy that ioy that amorous die of bewties sweete complexion how should I Disioyne these two both would I gladly grace if I could distance them in seuerall place That faire form'd creature thou dost so much praise I doe remember in her former daies For she entirely wisht she might haue time to vse her loue and offred to my shrine Great store of incense incense it was sweete that I would giue them time and place to meete Which I did promise but I did not pay for seeing her more bewtious then the day Faire as Orgon purer then that white louely 38 Alcmena wore vpon the night When she suppos'd Amphitrio her deare loue possest the place which was supplide by Ioue Being thus faire for Thysbe was more faire I much amazed stood oppres'd with care Seeming asleepe yet sleeping I did moane my too large promise which was past and gon Oft did I wish I had been Pyramus oft I resolu'd the night so tedious For to transhape my selfe and to descend and meete with Thysbe as her pointed friend But Iuno iealous Queene with open eie slept not all night but fâ—aught with iealousie Askt me full oft what aild me turne quoth she and with my â—ectar lips I le comfort thee Are you in loue I blush'd that blush displaies you are inclind quoth she some otherwaies You haue some tricksie Girle that doth keepe your heart enchain'd your powrefull eies from sleepe Fie fie quoth she as you are Ioue affect her that affoords to you the most respect I am celestiall 39 wife and sister both vnto your selfe and Iuno would be loth To violate the glory of her spouse with euery swaine in eu'ry brothell house And can you then without regard of me or of your selfe disgrace your deitie With euery Leda euery milke-maide toie while Iuno is depriued of her ioye Now by my God head mortall men adore I 'aue borne so much that I can beare no more Either content you with your choice your Queene or I le tell that which would ful ill beseeme The glory of your state the Gods shall heare what heretofore to tell I did forbeare Then as you tender th' honour of your name Be charie henceforth how you soile the same This said dame Iuno but I curbd her speech with brows contracted till shee did beseech With trickling teares that I would pardon giue protesting she would neuer after grieue My royall person wishing my delight if it pleas'd me euen in my Iunos sight Wherewith I seemd appeasd and fayning 40 sleepe with eie-lids shut my heart a watch did keep Euer conceiuing somthing what I know not which if I knew it's shame for Gods to show it Being lasciuious passions which were bred of the distempred humors of my head But to be briefe I did by meanes contriue their long sought loues fruition to depriue Which thus accomplish'd I am glad of this Venus intreates what Ioue himselfe did wish This I will doe which done may seeme a wonder equall their ioies yet distance them asunder He from his Thysbe Thysbe from her loue Ioue for his Thysbe Thysbe for her Ioue This said bright Venus happy to receiue The full accomplisht sute which she did craue Takes leaue of Ioue and taking leaue he 4â— kist her amidst his kisses with his prayres he blist her Venus to 42 Ida hies Idas she sends Embassadour to Thysbe who attends The Gods decree where hauing come at last tels to Thysbe all discourse was past Twixt Ioue Venus yet â—ot all she told for Venus bade him Ioues intendments hold Lest his narration should more sorrow breede then any comfort drawne from humane seede For well I know no Ioue so prâ—cious to her as was her louely Pyramus When Idas had exprest what Ioue decreed he tooke his leaue of Thysbe and with speede Return'd to Venus Venus Queene of loue whom he with Mars found lying in a groue Of leauy Poplars sporting midst their pleasure Vulcan was absent they had time and leisure Where we will leaue them and swift Idas traine and to our loue-sick Thysbe turne againe Thysbe address'd to die yet long in dying Draws courage to her
art thou much endeared to their Art Though they can say nought for the practick part Yet mongst our Albion Sibils that are more In number far then merit wit or power Some I doe know euen of the pregnant'st men That loue to trade with Venus now and then And this the cause why they obserue that vse As I haue heard for to enflame their Muse And some I could produce had their desire For they their Muse and all were on a fire More could I write to touch thee neerer'th quick But as thou loues those stroakes are short thick So I desire the very same to be In writing out that is concerning thee An Heroycke Embleme vpon the Warriour called HONORA TAra Tantara Honours signall come VVhose best of Musicke is the warlike Drumme Come braue Tyndarian spirit heare thy glorie Shrouded too long in pitchie darke whose storie Shall shine and shew it selfe more faire more bright Then chast Laâ—ona on the sablest night Now art thou much admird by euery eie Though lately vassâ—ld to captiuitie Now art thou showne to be a Monument Of former glorie and an ornament â—it for the eare of Kings now art thou one Highly esteemed that was of late as none Now canst thou shew thy merit and desert To be deriued from a royall heart Not chafd with perfumes like a Carpet Knight That cannot fight but in his Ladies sight Not sick ofth fashions like this amorous frie Of Nouice who nere knew Enemie Saue their disdainefull Mistres not enthrald To loue for loue thou knowst not how it s cald VVhat stile it has or what be louers charmes Saue that pure loue which thou dost beare to Armes Not seruile to each apish complement Saue Honours seruice and VVares mannagement Not slaue to Fortune nor engagd to fate But heire to resolution an estate More eminent and glorious to thy selfe Then all the raisers-Mammons mouldred-pelfe Noâ— vaine like proud of â—itles but hast Art To make thy waâ—â— to Honour by Desert Not gaâ—e to prostitution for the name Of Souldiour hate such an ignoble slaine Not lure to lucre but dost make thy blood An instrument vnto thy countriâ—s good Not in appearance or in outward show To seem to know what thou didst neuer know Not humorous occasioning offence But with pure valour mixing patience That two reduc't to one one drawen from two Might make thee apt to speake prompt to doe Long hast thou slept and some did thinke it ill To wake thee but to let thee sleepe on still But how can resolution lie inter'd Alas how far haue vulgar iudgements er'd To thinke the senselesnes No thou didst but winke For to obserue what other men would thinke Of thy retired silence now thou hâ—st Rub'd ore thy gummie eies runnes as fast To thy intendements forct from coast to coast As willing to redeeme what thou hast lost Hallow amaine downe by the flowrie vale Of honour and renowne display thy saile Trample on Bastard greatnesse bruite their shame That are esteemed onely great in name Without demerit tell them worth should be Drawn from our selues not from our familie Bid them wipe of that painting from their cheeke It s too effeminate and bid them seeke Actions that seeme them better it s not amber Sleeking or chasing in a Ladies chamber Phantastick humors amorous conceipts Fashion inuentors sinne seducing baits What such a Mounseyr wore or what Tyres be Of eminent request in Italie No no our perfum'd Gallants now must looke Like to the sonnes of Valour smer'd with smoke Steeled with spirit arm'd with best of youth Directly planted 'fore a Cannons mouth Shake not my dapper Courtier though thou heare Nought but the voice of thunder euery where Or if the noise of armes breed in thee feare No lesse then death go on and stop thine eare Bouge not a foot or if thou feare to kill Winke and then say thou murders gainst thy will How likest thou this This is no camp for loue Nor must thy wreath be heere a Ladies gloue Anticke and apish fashions will not serue In this enobled field such as deserue By a peculiar merit shall receiue The Guerdon of their Valour and in Graue Shall finde a liuing monument which men Admiring much shall euer honour them And is not this a nobler monument Then spend our time in fruitlesse complements Spend a whole age in making of a legge Or seeking how some office we may begge Trading for vndeserued Honour got By seruile meanes and by the simplest sot That knowes not Honours essence O may I Rather then be so Honor'd wish to dye In the obseurest manner that when Time Shall shroud my ashes in a homely shrine Some earthy vrne yet may my memorie Liue without reach of enuie after me Sacred Bellona valours choicest Saint For now by thee flie we vnto our tent Infuse true resolution in the mâ—nde Of thy professors that their spirits may finde What difference there is in honours sight Twixt a good Souldier and a carpet-Knight His perâ—ume's powder and his harmonie Reports of Cannons for his brauerie Barded with steele and Iron for the voice Of amorous Ganimedes the horrid noise Of clattering armour for a Downie bed The chill cold ground for pillow to their head Tincke with muske Roses Target and their shield For gorgeous Roomes the purprise of the field For nimble capring Marching for the tune Of mouing consorts striking vp a drumme For dainties hunger thus is honour fed VVith labour got and care continued Can this content my Courtier yes it may VVhen his laciuious night and fruitles day His manie idle howers employed worse Though better deem'd then such whose vagrant course Incurs a penal censure shall be past And he with whip of conscience throughly lash't Shall bid a due to Ladie vanitie To Coures applause to humors phantasie To honours vndeseru'd to parasites To fashions-brocage and to all delights VVhich reape no fruit no guerdon nor reward Saue care on earth repentance afterward VVhere Iustice oft is forc't from her intent Goodnesse being onely cause of punishment Where violence so strong be great men growne Makes right supprest ' and iustice ouerthrowne VVhere sinnes in cloth of Tissue faire descri'de Make that wise Sages Axiome verifi'de A great mans foe oft by experience proues Of all that be no thunder like to Ioues Heere Magistrates are clad in violet Because pure Iustice they doe violate Here vice is mounted vertue liues despis'd The worst esteem'd the better meanely priz'd Corruption rides on foote-cloth some auerre And vpright dealing shee does lackie her Honour 's afraide of Sergeants merits sad And liues as one without obseruance had VVisdom's out of request for temperance Shee 's neuer knowne but in a Moris daunce And purple Iustice seldom 's seene to passe To any Court but riding one an Asse VVhat then but valour should support the State And make a Realme by vice growne desolate See her owne shame and in her shame conceiue The blest
thou as Caesar in the Capitall So thou of Morios Castell Centinell Be as thou art reported great in wit And so discreet as thou mai'st mannage it Be as thou art founder of iollitie Grauen in the gold-cup of our Langanbie Be as thou would'st be and I wish no more So time shall second what I write before But 'lasse poore Muse hast thou no more to speake Of such a subiect pray thee deare awake And memorise his name in euery page From this time forth vnto a following age No what is my wit drawne drie or I am tane VVith some amazement at a great mans name VVhy thou hast writ of men as great before And hast exprest their actions ore and ore Turn'th ore their best of glory and i' th end So won their hearts as thou becamst their friend And art thou now growne sâ—ient cannot he That merits best receiue like praise of thee No no he cannot so obscur'de he liues That though I write but truth yet who belieues A true relation when we seeme to show A man to men whom they doe hardly know O then redoubted sir let me now end Tâ—is home bred Sonnet as a louing friend That would perswade if you perswad ' would be To shew your selfe something more openlie Vnto the world O see how men repine That you so long conceal'd should gull the time Hauing such parts as much adorne your birth Yet has no willing mind to set them forth VVhat is a Iewell worth if euer hid Or what 's a cased Instrument in stead The lustre of the former is not seene Nor can we know by 'th latter what't does meane For Gemmes and instruments are knowne by tutch And such as show them men we know them such VVith like good will doe I present thee these As Mopsus that poor shepard sent a cheese Vnto his Phillis and it came to me Once in my minde to send the like to thee But for I fear'd and I haue cause to feare That you had better cheese then any here In steed of bride-cakes cheesecakes I was tide In loue to send this present to your Bride All haile to Himen and this marriage day Strow rushes and quickly come away Bring in your flowers and giue of each of them To such as lov'd and are forsaken men For well I know so louing is the Bride So curteous and so liberall beside Of her discreete affection I dare say None must depart vnsatisfied away Strew rushes maides and euer as you strew Thinke one day maides like will be done for you Strew you I le sing or if you like nor choise Sing you I le strew you haue the better voice Crowned be thou Queene of loue By those glorious powers aboue Loue and Bewrie ioyn'd together May they col and kisse each other And in midst of their delight Shew thee pleasure in the night For where acts of loue resort Longâ—st nights seeme too too short May thou sleeping dreame of â—hat Which then waking dest partake That both sleepe and watching may Make the daâ—kest night seeme day As a fort besieged rest Yeelding most when seeming lest Or in pleasures may thy smile Burnish like the Camomile Which in verdure is encrest Most when it is most deprest Vertues as they doe attend thee So may soueraigne thoughts defend thee Acting in thy loue with him Wedlocks actions are no sinne Who in Hymâ—ns bands is ioyned And in sacred loue combined To remaine euer thine He thy Picture thou his shrine Thou the mettall he the mint Thou the waxe he the print He the Lant-horne thou the lampe Thou the bulloine he the stampe Thou the figure he the feature He thy former thou his creature He the image legge and limme Thou the mould to cast him in He the plummet thou the center Thou to shelter he to enter Thou the Parke or shady vale He the dogge that freth's the pale Hammer he to strike alone Anuile thou to beate vpon More I could but more I will not Since to speake more much it skils not Onely I will here extend Th'period of my speech as friend And expresse what I protest Comes from th'center of my brest That my protestations may Beare record another day Iö Hymen crowne the night Of these Nuptials with delight No more no more much honour aie betide The lofty Bride-groome and the louely Bride That their succeeding dayes and yeeres may say Each day appeares like to a mariage day But now retire darke shades haue lodg'd the sun Put vp thy pipes for now thy layes are done Finis Epithalami To the hopefull young Gentleman and his experienced friend Mr. CHEATER ANAGRAMM TEACHER Teacher you are for you haue taught me more Then I was taught in all my life before A GRATVLATORY Epigram TO thee young youth these youngling lines I write Stor'd with my best of wishes may delight Crowne that long-wisht for Nuptial bed of thine Which should haue been if Fate had granted mine With many happy nights Blest be my fate Since what one friend has is communicate Vnto an other that my loue should end And ending giue beginning to my friend But why say I its ended sith by thee A three-loues song beares descant merily And thus it is I lou'd her where thou art Shee thee thou mee threâ— louers in one heart Shee thine thou mine if mine thou stil'd may be Makes her in being thine espows'd to me An Embleme which the Author composed in honour of his Mistris to whom he rests euer deuoted Allusiuely shadowing her name in the title of the Embleme which hee enâ—tiles His Frankes Anatomie FRanke thy name doth promise much Iâ— thy nature were but such But alasse what difference growe 'Twixt those two I onely know I alas that to thy bewtie Am deuoted in all dewtie I that once inuented layes Singing them in Shepheards praise I that once from loue was free Till I fell in loue with thee I that neuer yet began Trade to hold my mistris fan I that neuer yet could knowe Whether loue was high or lowe I that neuer loued was Nor could court a looking-glasse I that neuer knew loues lawe Nor lov'd longer then I sawe I that knew not what 's now common To throw sheep-eyes at a woman I that neuer yet could proue Or make shew of heartie loue I that neuer broke my sleepe Nor did know what chaâ—ms did keepe Louers eyes now can tell What would please a louer well Shall I tell thee yes I will And being tolde or saue or kill It would please him if he might Euer liue in'â— Mistris sight It would please him t' haue the hap But to sleep in 's Mistris lap Or to haue his Mistris faire VVith her hand to stroke his haire Or to play at foot-St. with him Or at barly-breake to breathe him Or to walke a turne or two Or to kisse or coll or woe Or in some retired Groue But to parly with his Loue. Or when none that 's iealous spies To
looke babbies in his eyes Or when action ginnes to fayle To supply it with a tale Venus vnto Vulcane wedde Yet came Mars to Vulcanes bedde He and she being both in one Whilest poore Vulcan lies alone Or if this will not affoord Ioy enough obserue each bird How she singles out her make And to him does onely take See their billing each with other Loue and dallying younc't together Mutuall loue inheres in either Being birds both of one feather Or if this yeeld no content To resort vnto the plant Which being grafted skilfully Brings forth fruit aboundantly Deeper that the plant's we see Sooner will it fruitfull be Which my franke in modesty Thus I will apply to thee Deeper that thy loue is set More impression may it get Riper fruits then such as growe And are planted scarce so lowe If you aske me what I seeme By impression for to meane I will tell thee such as these Impressions onely women please Coine for stampe sake we allowe So for stampe sake do we you Weake's that Euidence you know That has neither scale to showe Stampe impression such I ken Are you may deâ— not stampt by mâ—n Weake God wot for why you take Your perfection from your make Then if thou desire to be Perfect haue recours to me Or some other that may giue What old Adam gaue to Eue 'Lasse it s nothing pray thee take it Many wish it that forsake it But when shamefull dance is done They could wish they had begun Many yeeres before they learnt it O how gladly would they earne it But too long I seeme to stay Ere thy beauty I display Spare me sweetest for my Muse Seldome makes so faire a chuse Chuse it Louâ— what ere it be Reade thy owne Anatomie Purest of Ophyr-gold let me prepare First for the choice description of thy hayre Which like the finest thrids of purple seeme Clere to out-strip those of the Paprian Queene Whose tender tresses were so neatly wrought As Cholcos fleece seem'd to be thither brought And sure it was what ere fond Poets say And this was th' fleece which Iason tooke away Delicious Amber is the breath which flowes From those perfumed conduits of thy nose Thy smile a snare which tempts the way-ward boy Adon the faire and bids him leaue to ioy Iâ— Forrest pleasures there 's a fruitlesse marke Hauing more store of game within thy parke Thy lippes two gates where loue makes entrie in And yet so modest as nere taxt of sinne Thy cheek that rosie circlet of pure loue Resembling neerest that Castalian groue Where such variety of flowers appeare That nought seems good which is not beter'd there Thy bâ—ush pure blush Emâ—leme of Chastitie Blushing yet guildesse of ought done by thee Portends a maidens honest-spotlesse heart Hauing thy blush by nature not by Art Thy chin that dimpled mouâ—t which hath last placâ— Yet giues no lesser bewâ—y to thy face Then th'greatest ornament for it doth show Like to a pleasant Vale seated belowe Some steepy Mount thy christall eyes the fount Thy chin the Vale thy louely face the Mount O is not then this feature boue compare Where breath is perfume and pure gold is hayre Where smiles are snares lippes gates of Iuorie Cheekes roses blushes types of chastitie Where chin a vale the browe the mount the face That Soueraigne of the heart that keeps loues place VVhere shall I looke then or how shall I moue These eyes of mine and teach them not to loue For if my eyes should but thy haire beholde I must be forc't to loue for it is golde If thy delicious breath I chaunce to sip Being the rosie verdure of thy lip I deeme my selfe in that sweet perfume blest Much more in that worse breaths be in request If thou do smile I loue and wish the while That I might only liue to see thee smile If thou do speake pure Orator I 'me dumb For why thy admiration curbs my tongue If thou but blush as maydes are wont to doe My passions are perplex'd I wot not how 'Twixt feare and loueâ— feare makes me wondrous pale Fearing thy blush came from some wanton tale Too too immodest spoken by my selfe Which to assoyle I le reprehend my selfe If I but â—utch to tutch 's a veniall sin The pretty circle of thy dimpled chin I vowe and in my vowe giues Bewtie thanks That chin was Venus though it now be Franks Yet haue I not spoke all that I dot see Or at least iudge in thy Anatomie For true Anatomists being men of Art Know the exact description of each part Member and arterie so should my sight Be in my Franke if I describe her right Which that I might reduce to some full end Though there 's no end in loue I will descend To the distinct relation of the rest And in my Franks discouery thinke me blest Thy waste withâ—uâ— waste like a curious frame Aptly proportion'd still reserues the same Or like some well composed Instrument Exact in forme in accent excellent So is thy waste and happy may he be That 's borne to make it strikâ— true harmony Thy belly if coniectures true may be For we must guesse at that we cannot see Is like an orient Cordon peaâ—led faire With diuerse feats of Nature here and there Where glides a christall streameling to abate The heate of Nature oft insatiate Pardon me Deere Nature ordained first That Fount of yours to quench the place of thirst Thy thigh imagination now must doe For I must speake though well I know not how Like the laborious and the loaden Bee That hastens to her hiue melodiously Nor is her freight more luscious Deere then thine For thine is full of pleasure hers of Thyme Thy knee like to an orbe that turnes about Giuing free passage to thy nimble foote Apt for each motion actiue in loues sphere Moouing her ioints to trip it euery where Thy legge like Delias neither bigge nor small But so well fram'd and featured in all That Nature might seeme enuious to impart So great a good and hide so good a part Thy foote the curioust module of the rest For Art and Nature there be both exprest Art in the motion Nature in the frame Where action works and motion moues the same Nor can I credite what our Poets say Affirming Venus chanc't vpon a day To pricke her foote so as from th'blood she shed The damaske-rose grew euer after red For if from blood such strange effects should be Stanger ere this had been deriu'd from thee But Poets though they write Painters portray It 's in our choice to credit what they say Yet credit me for I would haue thee know it I neuer yet durst challenge name of Poet Onely thine owne I am and still will be For whom I writ this poore Anatomie Vpon his Mistris Nuptiall ENSTILED His Frankes Farewell WHy whither Franke to th'church for what to pray O no to say what thou canst nere vnsay Alasse poore Girle I
see thy quondam friend Hath cause to say his hopes are at an end How vainely then be our affections plaste On women-kinde that are so seeming chaste And priuately so forward-well-be gone If ere I marry I 'le finde such an one As in her modesty will thinke 't disgrace Others to loue when I am out of place But I do thank thee Franke th' hast taught me more Then I could learne in twice seauen yeere before For I did thinke your simple sexe did hate By double dealing to equiuocate Where by experience now I finde it common That fast and loose is vsuall with women Yet in these rites this line my loue shall tell Fare well or ill I wish my Franke farewell An Epigramme called the WOOER COme yee braue wooers of Penelope Doe not repine that you should crossed be For pregnant wits and ripest braines can show As much or more then euer you did know And that my storie better may appeare Attend to my discourse and you shall heare It chanc't vpon a time and then was'th time When the thigh-fraughted Bee gathered her thyme Stored her platted Cell her fragrant bower Crop't from each branch each blossom each flower When'th pretty Lam-kin scarce a fortnight old Skipped and froliked 'fore the neighbouring fold When'the cheerfull Robin Larke and Lenaret Tun'de vp their voices and together met When'th feâ—refull Hare to cheere her quaint delight Did make her selfe her owne Hermaphrodite When'th louely Turtle did her eies awake And with swift flight follow'd her faithfull make When euery Beast prepar'd her wonted den For her owne young and shade to couer them When Flora with her mantle tucked vp Gathred the dewie flow'rs and them did put In her embrodred skirts which were rancke set With Prime-rose Cow-slip and the violet The dill the dasie sweet breath'd Eglantine The Crowfoote pausie and the Columbine The pinke the plantaine milfoile euery one With Mariâ—gold that opens with the Sunne Euen then it was ill may I say it was VVhen young Admetus woed a countrey lasse A countrie lasse whom he did woe indeede To be his Bride but yet he could not speede VVhich forc't him grieue heare but his cause of woe And you 'le not wonder why he should doe so Vertuous the maide was and so grac't by fate As she was wise and did degenerate From her weake witted father modesty Lodg'd on her cheeke and showd virginity In a faire Rosie colour which was spread By equall mixture both of white and red So as no white it seem'd but Idas snow No red but such where Roses vse to grow And though of Hero many one doe write Styling her soueraigne Goddesse of delight So faire as she was taken for no other Of all that saw her then Adonis mother So pure her skin so motiue to the eie As it did seeme compos'd of Iuorie So high and broad her front so smoth so eueâ— As it did seeme the Frontispice of Heanen So purely mixt her cheekes as it might seeme She was by nature made for natures Queene So pretty dinted was her dimpled chin As 't seem'd a gate to let affection in So sweete her breath as I haue hard them tell That like to Cassia she did euer smell So louely were those mounts of pure delight That Gods themselues wer cheered with their sight So as great Ioue for so our Poets say Fain'd himselfe sicke for her vpon a day Wise Aesculapius he was sent forthwith VVho felâ— Ioues pulse yet found no signe of death Or any great distemper yet to please Ioue For he perceiu'd his malady was loue Said Sir I 'aue found your grief what i' st quoth he A meere consumption yet be rul'd by me And follow my directions though with paine And then no doubt you shall be well againe Fiue mornes must you to ' Abidoes towne repaire And suck pure milke from th' fair'st virgin there Ioue hearing what he wisht obey'd bis hest And war soone well by sucking Heroes brest Yet what was Hero though the fair'st that was In all her time vnto Admetus lasse Though Heroes beuty did allure all men The time is chang'd now 's now and then was then Each milk-maide in fore time was thought a Queen So rare was perfect bewty to be seene But now where is no Venus to be had Such store I wot there be thet euery lad Can haue his tricksie lasse which wantonlie Scarce crept from shell he dandles on his knee But to my storie of such royall parts VVas she composed that the very hearts Of her attendants as it did apeare VVere spous'd to this pure virgin euery vvhere Vâ—ith what resolued silence would her wit Opâ—ose â—er tongue and seeme to bridle it VVith what discretion would she speakâ— her minde And nere transgesse those limits she assign'd But with that decencie of grace and speech As She might seeme the elder sort to teach VVhat a blest sexe were woman if this song VVere onely leaâ—nt them for to hold their tongue And speake no more O t' were a lesson good Then that were fit and what they vnderstood But when will that be taught them O I feare Neuer for womens tongues be euery where So as at first if they had no tongue Iâ— may be thought they would not haue been dumb Such is th'ternall motion that its sayd When women speechlesse lie they 're neerly dead Tâ—is virgin which Admetus sought to haue Beside her vertues then which who could craue A better portion had an ample dowre VVhich did enrich those gifts that were before Expressed and dilated and to tell The very trueth she lou'd Admetus well And could haue brook't all others t' haue denide So that she might haue been Admetus bride But he a shamefast lad though oft he sought Her loue yet durst not vtter what he thought Nor to her parents could impart his minde How he affected was and how incâ—inde Yet still was he respected and in grace Nor any sought to put him out of place Nor to withdraw th' affection of the maid From that foundation where it once was laid For three months space hung it in this suspence Neither conceald nor shâ—wne till 's Excellence For so was th' Title of a noble Squire Whose liuing bordered in th'adioyning shire By an intendment as he thought vpon 't Puâ— poore Admetus nose quite out of ioynt And thus it was for I meane to repeat By what deceit what cunning slight and cheat He bobd this simple Swaineling on a day When young Admetus had addrest his way To Trâ—inouant where be occasion had His Excellence in th' absence of the ladde Acquaints another with Bellinaes loue For so her name was he more prompt to moue Affection then Admetus ere could be VVins me Bellina's fort couragiously By new assaults incursions and displaid His youngling Colours when the breach was made O how methinks I see th'young Souldier sweat Till he hath done and perfected his fear How he assailes assaults ascends inclines Inuades inuirons
will bett VVagers on Ladies honours hauing forgotten VVhaâ— he should speake hee 's fingering his button Or some such trifling action till he store himselfe with wit which he had lost before Nor did that Morall erre who wisely would Compare a Courtiers witte to th'Marigold It opens with the Sunne but beeing set The Mari-gold shuts vp so doth his witte The Marigold's most cheer'd by mid-day sunne So 's he whence â—'st he lies in bed till noone Occasion is his Cupid lust his lure Pleasure his Pander dalliance his whoore He h'as but one receipt of making loue And being put out he cannot speake nor moue But like a liue-lesâ—e image seemes to be Till by good hap his speech recouered be He smells of Complement in presence faire And vses oft to weare bracelets of haire Swearing they came from such but t is not so For t' was some tyre-woman he tooke them fro The Ornaments which he admires are these To faune to obserue times to court to please To make strange faces sleeke his prefum'd skin Starch his Mouchatoes and forget his sinne To dance to dice to congie to salute To stamp to stalke to finger well a lute To tremble at a Cannon when it shootes To like dislike and fill his head with doubts To be in passion wind his carelesse armes To plie his Mistresse with delightfull charmes To be for all yet ignorant in all To be disguisd and strange fantasticall Briefly to be what all his kind haue beene Seeme what they be not be what least they seeme Such is my Puntauallo and in time No question but hee 'l prooue true Pantomime To imitate all formes shapes habits tyâ—es Suting the Court and sorting his desires And then what th' Satyre said shall well appeare The Deuill is the perfects Courtier Hauing my complete Courtier thus defin'd I haue no more that I can call to minde Saue what is common and is knowne to all That Courtiers as the tide doe rise and fall So I will end with what I haue writ before Till the'next tide come and then I wil write more Vpon his much honoured friend Master William Ascam and his selected Temple VVhose Anagram is produced by the Poet. William Ascam Sum Via Luci Alma Hoc Anagramma tenes Gulielmi Sum via Luci Alma per aethereos qua iuuatire locos Quae via virtutis via lactea quae tibi nota est Nec minor Exemplis Gloria parta tuis Epigram In Templo Venerem Spectet Qui amat Venerem ASke him what Temple most delighteth him And hee 'l replye that Temple thou art in Nec Venus est quae nomen habet veneris sed Amica Casta deae Arcadiae Deliâ— nomen habet c. Aske him what Praiers should in that Temple be And he 'le replie what prayers best liketh thee Aske him what Temple yeelds him most content And he 'le reply thy Temple ther 's his Saynt Aske him what Temple 's purer then aboue He'lâ— say thy Temple there 's the Queene of Loue Then let me aske your iudgement is 't not fit That Temple honour him that honours it Posies vpon bracelets As loue giues life to euery part So this giues life vnto my hart This chaâ—tly lies and liues with me O that I might doe so with thee Another How might I triumph in my blisse If loue were where my Bracelet is For then should loue do no such harm To wring my heart but wreath my arme An Eglogue betweene Billie and Iockie called the Mushrome Iockie WHou Billie whou what faire has thou bin at Thouse be so trim I mickle torken at For wele I wate last time I met with thee Thou hardly had a lapp to swedle thee Pray thee good Bille tell me swith and soone Iockie may doe what Billy late has done Billie What Iockie lither lurden lesse for wea Thou 'st be so tattert but there 's many sea That ill can wappe it but be vis'd by mee And thou or lang sall glish in brauery Swatt on thy tayle man heere 's a blythy place And I le ensure thee how I gat this grace Iockie Mickle may Bille thriue as hee s begun My lugges are lithing Bille now iogge on Billy Then heare me Iocky Bout mid-belten t was Or â—se bethought awrang when I mut passe Ore th'Breamy bourne and wele I traw I had Smaw gere at tat tide but a lether-bagge A Motley iacket an a sâ—op of blew It was my Fadders I mun tell thee true A lang youd I and langer then thoule say And we le I knew not whether ne what way Fute-sare I was for Bille shoon had neane But an aud pare with him and they were gane Nor hose-legs wele I wate but skoggers aud That hardly hap't poore Billes legs fra câ—ud Hate was my weasiâ— empty was my maw And nane I met with I could ken or knaw So vncath was the gete as but for shame I had com'd backe toth place fra whein I came For siler had I skant nor lesse nor mare Then three Bawbees I le tell thee all my stare But lith me Iocky after many a mile At last I hapt to light vpon an I le Bu Come and full a gere and full a store For Bille neuer met with like before Sae Greathy was the place where I was driuen That I me sicker thought I was in Heauen But wele I se sure they that this Iland kept Were by our Whilome Fathers Angels clept And wele they might be so for wele I wate They were fiâ—e men and men of mickle state Had lusty husses that were tricke and trim Cud wele don on their geere with euery pin Heere stood I musing lang full heauily Till Iockie wha dost thinke speard vp to me Iockie Wha Bille mot that be Bille Ane wha thou kens Cand ane we raught on meanely but now sene He has the pricke and preze I le say to thee Iockie Was it not Lobbie Bille Iocky it was he But now the mickle Lurden is so great Theyr blest by God that may with Lobbie speake By Gods bread Iockie he so gaish was I thought no boot to speake but let him passe And had done so but Lobby was so kinde To come to me and leaue his men behind Great chat we had and many that were nye Musd he would chat with sike an ene as I. But blith was Lobbie and so meeke he was That he vnhorst sate by me on the grasse Lang did we tauke of this thing and of that A Iugge a Peggy and a nut-brown Kate A Crowd the Piper and the Fiddler Twang And many sike things as wee layen alang Ablangst the leaue this Councell gaue he mee That made me wele to leue so may it thee Billie quoth Lobby if thoule prosper heere Thou mun be bald and learne to bandon feare Thou mun not blush nor colour change for ought Though th'plea thou hast in hand be nere so nought Thou mun not take petition lithen me Nor entertaine him
That when I shall come to re-visit you I may much glory and so much the more To see them good that were deprau'd before Nor doe I onely shadow such should giue Example vnto others how to liue But ev'n such vice-supporters as begin Brauado-like to gallant it in sin These are incorrigible saying their state Transcends the power of any Magistrate For why they 're Gentlemen whence they alleadge They may be drunkards by a priuiledge But I would haue you tell them this from me There is no such thing in gentilitie Those that will worthily deserue that name Must by their vertues character the same For vice and generous birth if vnderstood Differ as much in them as ill from good Besides if they do snuffe when they 're reproou'd Or seeme as if forsooth their blood were moov'd Tell them that weake and slender is that towne VVhen snuffes haue power to menace iustice down Shew me true Resolution they may know That God hath placed Magistrates below Who haue power to controle and chastice sin bin And blest's that town where such commaund hath For tell me if when great men do offend Iustice were speech-lesse to what especiall end Should lawes enacted be Since they do take Nothing but Flies like th'webs which spiders make Where small ones they both ta'ne and punish'd be While great ones breake away more easily But rightly is it which that Cynicke sayde Who seeing iustice oâ— a time ore-swaid And ouer bearded by a great-mans will Why thus it is quoth he with Iustice still Since th' golden Age did leue her for at first She was true-bred and scorn'd to be enforst To ought but right yea such was Time as then Things lawfull were most royall amongst men But now she that should be a sharpe edg'd axe To cut downe all sin 's made a nose of waxe Wherein it 's Iustice if I not mistake it What ere it be iust as the Great-men make it But Saturne is not banisht from your towne For well I know there 's perfect iustice showne There Themis may be sayd to haue her seate VVhere poore-ones may be heard as well as great There 's no corruption but euen weight to all Equally temper'd firme impartiall Sincere Iudicious and so well approu'd As they that iustice loue or ere haue lov'd Are bound to hold that Corporation deere Since in her colours she 's presented there Nor do I only speake of such as be Iustices nam'd within your libertie But of those men wâ—ere with your Bench is grac't And by Commission ore the County plac't There may we see one take in hand the cause Ferreting out the secrecy of th'lawes Anatomizing euery circumstance Where if he ought omit it s a meere chance So serious is he and withall so speedy As sure his Pater noster's not more ready Yea I haue wondred how he could containe So many law-querâ—es in so small a braine For as we see full of in summer time When Sun begins more South ward to incline A showre of haile-stones railing in the aire Euen so for better can I not compare His lawe exhaling meteors wâ—uld he Send out his Showre of law-termes vsually So as I thought and manie in those places That it did thunder lawe and raine downe cases Yea I haue knowne some strucke in such a blunder As they imagin'd that his words were thunder Which to auoide poore snakes so scar'd were they As they would leaue the Bench and snâ—ake away There may we see another so well knowne To penall statutes as there is not one So well experienst in them he does make him Which can by any kinde of meanes escape him Besides for execution which we call The soueraigne end and period of all Yea which may truly be esteem'd the head From whence the life of Iustice doth proceed He merits dew respect witnesse I say Those whipping-stocks erected in th' high way With stockes and pilleries which he hath seâ— To haue the vagrant Begger soundly bet Nor doth he want for any one of these A statute in warme store if that he please Which on occasion he can well produce Both for himselfe and for his Countries vse Another may we see though spare of speech And temporate in discourse yet he may teach By his effectuall words the rasher sort Who speake so much as they are taxed foâ—'t Yea so discreetly sober as I wish Many were of that temper as he is For then I know their motions would be good Nor would they speake before they vnderstood Another solid and though blunt in words Yet maâ—ke him and his countrey scarse affords One more â—â—â—cious pithy in discourse Sound in his reasons or of more remorce To such as are distressed for he 'l take The pore mans cause though he be nere so weake And much haue I admir'd him in Surueigh Of his deserts showne more from day to day That he should so disualue worldly praise When euery man seekes his esteeme to raise And worthyly for neuer nature brought Foorth to the world a man so meanely wrought Of such rare workemanship as you shall finde Inth ' exquisite peâ—fection of his minde Yea if too partiall though't I should not be In that he hath been still a friend to me I could expresse such arguments of loue As were of force th'obduratst hearts to moue To admiration of those vertues rest Within the generous table of his brest But I haue euer hated so has hee â—'To paint mens worths in words of flatterie Yea I'doe know it derogates from worth To haue her selfe in colours shadow'd forth Sith vertue rather craues for to be knowen Vnto her selfe then vnto others showen Onely thus much I le say ordain'd he was Euen in his Cradle others to surpasse Since for his education it may seeme Being in mountaines bred that it was meane But now of such an equall forme combin'de As he is strong in body and in minde Sinâ—erely honest and so well approu'd As where he is not known hâ—â—'s heard lou'd So as on Mountaines born his thoughts aspire To Sions mount Ioues triumphant quire Another there 's who howsoere he seeme In th' eie of some distemper'd iudgements mene In vnderstanding I doe know his wit Out-strips the most of those that câ—nâ—uâ—e it Besides there 's in him parts of more desert For Nature is supplide in him by Art And wheras som to 's wit impute the wrong I rather doe impute it to his tongue Since well I know by due experience At such times as he deign'd me conference For reading profound reason â—ipe conceipts Discourse of stories arguing of estates Such generall iudgement he in all did show As I was wrapt with admiration how MeÌ„ could esteem so menely hairebraind-elues Of such an one was wiser then themselues It s true indeed hee 's not intemperate As this age fashions nor opinionate But humble in his iudgement which may be Some cause that he is censur'd as we see Alas of griefe none should be deemed
toth ' Pot That they would drinke far more then ere they got She turnd from thence yet left some Maids behinde That might acquaint them in this wool worke kinde VVhile she did plant as ancient Records be Neerer to Kendall in th' Barronrie Thus haue I drawne your linage as it was For other Accidents I let them passe Onely such things as most obseruant were As the erection of your Sturbidge faire I thought to shadow briefely which began On this occasion by a Kendall man Who comming vp or downe I know not well Brought his commodities that way to sell Where being benighted tooke no other shield To lodge him and his ware thenth ' open field A Mastiffe had he or a mungrill Cur Which he still cride and cald on Stur-bitch stur Least miching knaues now fore the spring of day Should come perchance and filch his ware away From hence they say tooke Sturbidge first her name VVhich if she did she neede not think 't a shame For noble Princes as may instanc'd be From Braches had their names as well as she Such Romulus and Remus were whose name Tane from a she Wolfes dug raisd Romes first fame Yea Cyrus which 's as ill if not far worse Had but a Bitch cal'd Spacon for his nurse For in descents it is our least of care To aske what men once were but what they are Sith great estates yea Lordships raisd we see And so shall still fromth ' ranke of beggarie Yea Peasants such hath been their happy fate VVithout desert haue come to great estate For true it is was said so long agon A paltry Sire may haue a Princely Sonne But hast my Muse in colours to display Some auncient customes in their high roade-way By which thy louing Countrey men doe passe Conferring that now is with what once was At least such places labour to make knowne As former times haue honour'd with renowne So by thy true relation 't may appeare They are no others now then as they were Euer esteem'd by auntient times records Which shall be shadow'd briefly in few words The first whereof that I intend to show Is merry Wakefield and her Pindar too Which Fame hath blaz'd with all that did belong Vnto that Towne in many gladsome song The Pindars valour and how firme he stood In th'Townes defence ' gainst th'Rebel Robin-hood How stoutly he behav'd himselfe and would In spite of Robin bring his horse to th'fold His many May games which were to be seene Yeerely presented vpon Wakefield greene Where louely Iugge and lustie Tib would go To see Tom-liuely turne vpon the toe Hob Lob and Crowde the fidler would be there And many more I will not speake of here Good god how glad hath been this hart of mine To see that Towne which hath in former time So florish'd and so gloried in her name Famous by th' Pindar who first rais'd the same Yea I haue paced ore that greene and ore And th' more I saw 't I tooke delight the more For where we take contentment in a place A whole daies walke seemes as a cinquepace Yet as there is no solace vpon earth Which is attended euermore with mirth But when we are transported most with gladnesse Then suddenly our ioyes reduc'd to sadnesse So far'd with me to see the Pindar gone And of those iolly laddes that were not one Left to suruiue I griev'd more then I le say But now for Brad-ford I must hast away Brad-ford if I should rightly set it forth Stile it I might Banberry of the North And well this title with the Towne agrees Famous for twanging Ale Zeale Cakes and Cheese But why should I set zeale behinde their ale Because zeale is for some but ale for all Zealous indeed some are for I do heare Of many zealous sempring sister there Who loue their brother from their heart iffaith For it is charity as scripture saith But I am charm'd God pardon what 's amisse For what will th'wicked say that heare of this How by some euill brethren't hath been sed Th'Brother was found in 's zealous sisters bed Vnto thy taske my Muse and now make knowne The iolly shoo-maker of Brad-ford towne His gentle-craft so rais'd in former time By princely Iourney-men his discipline VVhere he was wont with passengers to quaffe But suffer none to carry vp their staffe Vpon their shoulders whilst they past through town For if they did he soon would beat them downe So valiant was the Souter and from hence Twixt Robin-hood and him grew th'difference VVhich cause it is by most stage-poets writ For breuity I thought good to omit Descending thither where most bound I am To Kendall-white-coates where your trade began Kendall to which I all successe do wish May termed be that parts Metropolis For seate as pleasant as the most that are Instanc't in th'ruin'd Castle of Lord Par. For seate imparaled where we may see Great men to fall as subiect are as we Yea there as in a mirror may be showen The Subiects fall rests in the Soueraigne's frowne Many especiall blessings hath the Lord Pour'd on this Towne for what doth't not afford If necessary for mans proper vse Sufficient if not superfluous Yea I dare say for well it doth appeare That other places are more bound to her Then â—he to any there 's no Towne at all Being for compasse so exceeding small For commerce halfe so great nor is there any That doth consort in trafficke with so many But to her priuate blessings for pure aire Sweet holesome water she may make compare With any clime for aire nor piercing is Nor in her temprate brething too remisse For water Kent whence Kendall takes her name VVhose spring from Kent-mere as they say is tane Swift is't in pace light-poiz'd to looke in cleere And quicke in boiling which esteemed were Such qualities as rightly vnderstood Without ' en these no water could be good For Wood how well she was in fore-time growne May soone appeare by th'store that is cut downe Which may occasion griefe when we shall see What want shall be to our posteritie Yet who seekes to preuent this surely none Th' old prouerbe's in request each man for one While each for one one plots anothers fall And few or none respect the good of all But of all blessings that were reckoned yet In my opinion there is none so great As that especiall one which they receiue By th' graue and reuerend Pastor which they haue Whose life and doctrine are so ioint together As both sincere there 's no defect in either For in him both Vrim and Thummim be O that we had more Pastors such as he For then in Sion should Gods flocke encrease Hauing such Shepheards would not flea but fleece Thus what wants Kendal that she can desire Tyre's her Pastor and her selfe is Tyre He to mistrust her people she to bring Wealth to her Towne by forraine trafficking Now must I haue the White-coates vnder-hand Who were
and kinsfolke to his nuptiall rite And faigning their replies thanks he would giue vowing requitall once if he should liue Oh what distractions haunt a louers minde passing those bounds which nature hath assign'd Nought vpon earth but limits hath we see but boundlesse loue can nere contained be Hearbs yeeld a soueraigne cure to euery wound but for loues cure in hearbs no vertue 's found Then blest is he and in an happie state who for loues dart is made inuulnerate Yet was it hard to see and not to loue Thysbe's admired beauty which could mooue SerpeÌ„ts birds plaÌ„ts brute beasts which grase feed more then ere Orpheus with his musicke did Her goulden tresses pure ambrosian Fairer then all the twists Arachne span Shone far more bright then Phoebus glistring raies by all mens iudgements meriting more praise Her corall lip no lip but ports of pleasure which seem'd to open to whole mines of treasure Appeard so sweet that all was sweet about it for I am sure nought could be sweet without it Her brests two iuory mounts mounts may I cal theÌ„ for many vales of pleasant veines empall'd them These like two borders did such sweets display that who lodg'd there lodg'd in the milkie way Below a shady vale aye mee that shade which nature in her owne despite had made Had made for glory of that sacred mount with the sweet Nectar of a liuely fount A still distilling fount an heauenly riuer for there 's no earthly spring can spring for euer Her wanton gate her glance her smile her toying all ioy'd in one shewed pleasure in enioying So as b Euphrates vvhere this city bounded vents vp his passions for he oft resounded Beating his bancks and eccoing in the aire and then retiring backe seem'd to despaire That Thysbe could not loue a sencelesse one at which repining he vvould make his mone Hath not my current ere renovvned beene for th' easie passage of my quiet streame Hath not my torrent yeelded much content to gild his meanes vvhose meanes vvhere vvholly spent Haue I not suffered much sustain'd great paines fraughting your trauaile with a double gaines And for supporting of so many shippes may not Euphrates graze vpon her lippes Whom thus he loues vnthankfull coast quoth he respecting least who did the most for thee This being said hee could expresse no more but in a loue-sicke passion bett the shore And to c confirme what I haue heard men say he left his course and tooke another way If sencelesse riuers that were neuer seene to loue or care for louing held no meane In their affecting Thisbe what should hee that had both sence and reasons purity Pure in his mind and faire in beauties shew Narcissus second for his comely hew Lipp'd like Ador is Frycina loued shaped like Alexis Pollyos approoued Grac'd with a smiling countenance which did breed a louely white mix'd with a comely red Two sparkling eyes pierciue as Diamond which whersoere they gas'd they seem'd to wouÌ„d That though the Sun were set yet his bright eies shone as the Beames which from the sun doe rise The night being gone too long god wot in going her wandring lights to Tethis banks bestowing Titan came peeping in at Thyisbes chamber whom she reflected with her locks of amber Each other greeting as if had beene there two Suns at once both in one hemysphere Hard was the combat but more hard it were to tell whose beams diffus'd their light most clear Yet in the end Titan in an angry mood seeming surpast did hide him in a cloud Thysbe puts on her cloths blest were those cloths thrice happy shade that shadow'd such a Rose Where being dressed not dress'd as shee would bee she tooke her to her praiers religiously High heauens quoth she from whence al pleasures flow deigne some of them on Thysbe to bestow For by your power which I doe much adore I loue but that which you haue lou'd before Thou thundring Ioue did dote as well as I when thou desired with Danae to lye Which to effect thou turn'd her to a showre a Goulden showre her beauty to defloure For cloth'd in lightning Danae denaied to ioyne with thunder afterward arrâ—id In dewie moisture moisture we do loue she cast off shame and did thy shape approue And Iuno lou's Ixion for his kisse Venus Adonis for his comelinesse Daphne poore Laurell chased by Apollo running as fast before as he did follow Thus did your loue your lust your thoughts renew if I thinke ill I thinke no worse then you And well may gods with womens sexe dispence Since they were first authoris'd their offence My loue 's not spotted with lasciuious tutch vnlesse it be by louing ouermuch Nor branded with the note of Infamie but pure as Delia Queene of Chastitie Thoughts are the worst my actions they be cleare he'se no man whose thoughts nere soyled were Then pardon if I loue suppose it zeale whose passions be too hote for to conceale Leauing her Orisons composed of Loue loue dallying praiers her eyes aside she moues And sees the chinke which she first saw before which did augment her dolors much the more For shee recall'd to minde to memory her mothers chiding fathers Ielousie Both which a streame of teares extract from her as if pale death her comforts should interre Oft would she call on louely Pyramus with smothered speech as one suspitious Lest the pure ayre and walls adioyning neere should prattle loue vnto her parents eare Oft would she nibble out a stone or two to make the crift seeme bigger to the show Of her deepe loue for they suspected were therefore debard lest they should come too neer Pyramus pent vp all this while at last gets out and hies him to the chinke as fast Where what discourse their mutuall loue affoorded seem'd by the Gods in heauen to be recorded Either with greedy eye gasing on other Thysbe look'd backe somtimes doubting her mother For she suspected much her iealous eye in her loues presence to be euer by Enuious vvall oft would these louers say diuide thy selfe and let vs haue a way To meete to kisse to parley and relate the solemne festiues of our nuptiall state Why should thy marble stuctures hold vs out vvhose loue encircles Babilon about Or why should terrene composition moue a breach or separaration of our loue Loue is celestiall thou a marble shrine why shouldst thou hinder loue that is diuine And yet we cannot so ingratefull be but we must offer vp our thanks to thee Our vowes our giftes our best pris'd sacrifice in that thou yeelds a passage to our eyes Yeelding some comfort in this gloomie night supplying kisses with the vse of sight Loue hath some harmonie some small agreeing for what it wants in tutch it hath in seeing Hesperias garden was by serpents kept whose euer watching eye-liddes neuer slept And Colchis Fleece was kept as warily till Iasons meanes obtain'd the victorie So be our loues immur'd interred rather by
two suspicious dames one subtile father Then would they kisse the wall and oft entreat that in compassion it would let them meet We willl not tell our parents nor expresse who t was gaue way vnto our happinesse Louers be faithfull of our faiths beleeue vs since this straight durance cannot chuse but grieue vs. The wall replyde not yet their words had force piersing her hardnesse foftned with remorse For euer since as well it may appeare the marble sheds each morne a Trickling teare Thus did these louers passe the weary morne depriu'd of that which louers best adorne And that is priuate meeting which being missing we beat the aire but with conceit of kissing A vaine conceit to dally with delight Expecting sun-shine in a clowdy night Imparadis'd in ioyes he cannot be that 's clad in sable roabs of misery Oh then conceiue what sorrow he sustaines that in perpetuall languishment remaines O what distractions do his ioyes disseuer feeding like vultures on his hart for euer If c Zeuxes pictured grapes so liuely were That many birds in flocks repaired there Pecking vpon his statues and did brow se vpon his liuely grapes meere liueles showes Well may we thinke that Ioue himselfe can make a farre more liuely and proportion'd shape Then a poore painter though his Grapes seeme ripe yet they were drawne from Ioues first Archetype Then Ioues best picture Natures admiration Thysbe euen Thysbe made for recreation May well be thought to draw each bird each beast from Pastures greene vpon her lippes to feast It were a festiue banquet there to be whose breath is Nectar breathing deity Here Pyramus would be if heauens would grant it for he esteemes no treasure whilest he wants it Since such a Iewell such a pretious Gem in that it 's rare is more admired by men Thus Tantalised the Gods doe seeme to loue him setting him fruite but fruite too farre aboue him For when his lips pure lips should but com ny them they mocke his lips and in dirision flie them Dost flie my lips quoth he ô doe not flie me for what I doe I doe it but to trie thee To trie thy loues which though our parents thwarted our conioin'd loue disioin'd shall nere be parted Well may our bodies be disioin'd a sunder but loue 's to head-strong none can keepe it vnder Loue is free-borne it cannot seruile be to begge for curtesie with a bended knee Thysbe kept concord for each word he spake seem'd her retired passions to awake Stird vp her spirit as inspir'd by fate making her stout that was effeminate Continue thy intendments sweete quoth she and as thy shadow I will follow thee Passing a sea of dangers launching deepe â—ill â— the shadow to the substance creepe Passe or 't as forrest snow-cliued Caucasus Thysbe will follow steps of Pyramus The c Ripheaâ— Mountaines or the Hetririan plaines Each morne resounding with the notes of swains If thou loue Vinâ—lus with her fragrant spices or Ericâ—hea famous for deuices Thysbe will follow thee with speed she may only her trauaile with thy loue repaie But these are but discourses of our ill which if not cured be augmented still For that you know renues the maladie which rubs the sore and yields no remedie For why should any labour me remoue From that admired mirror whom I loue And I am of that nature more they hold me from fancying thee more passions do enfould me Then plot my Pyramus contriue inuent that we may harbour loue in loues content Till wearied with ioy wearyed too soone thou leaue adoring of the watrie Moone Where being cloyed with the sweetes of loue mayst leaue the vale and taste the fruits aboue Thou art my sheepheard I will be thy plaine I the poore cottage thou the homely swaine Thou shalt refresh thy selfe vpon my banckes which hauing don I know thou'le giue me thanks For my diffused streames streams meerely sent not much enforc'd from Thysbes continent Come then for why should any marble wall being materiall substance so appall Our ardent wishes wishes which proceede from loue-sick passions which more passions feed Let our distilling teares congeal'd in one dissolue the hardnes of this flinty stone Remorse may moue this stone by diuine wonder to let vs meet diuide herselfe a sunder This said maine riuers of distreaming teares in their woes-torrents purblinde eies appeares Seeking but seeking all in vaine God wot to moue that shrine which weeping moued not It wept to see true loue so straite confinde disioyn'd by fates which fauours had combinde It wept to see their parents so vnkinde to curbe their bodies presence whose pure minde Rapt with content of seeing not enioying acts discontent debard of further toying It wept to see their minds so well agreeing in one selfe place not to haue one selfe-being It wept and much repin'd that dismall fate Should crosse pure loue by loue-disioyned hate And pittying their case shed many a teare Shedding so many she her selfe did were Oh what hard harted parents had these two since what the stones allow'd they 'l not allow Reproouing that in theirs themselues affected soiling their youth with what their youth respected Are these the fruits and honours of our time the fruitlesse blossomes of a sterile clyme Are these our louing Sires oh no they are hard to presse downe loue that cannot be debar'd You high resplendent heauens whose cherishing heat with seasoned warmth our spacious borders greet Temper such parents hearts as are not won till both their line and linnage be vndone Soften their stifned minds oppress'd with rage playing sharpe tyrants in declining age For why should they find fault their children play since in their prime they playd as much as they Decrepit age stilted for want of strength with brinish teares deplores their sins at length But thus I conster't They their age deplore theyr youth is spent and they can doe no more And like an enuious viper would haue none to vse their strength because their strength is gone But old age ers in this experienc'd wit swaies their proceedings youth abandons it Nor doe they know what hurt poore maides receiue to pen them vp from that they wish to haue For though they be immur'd in walles of Brasse Loue hath her loope-holes by which she will passe Inspite of iealous dotage and espies some priuy chinke though wacht by g Linceus eies For loue enclos'd like raging elements of fire and water though imprisoned vents And must eruption haue it cannot be an heauenly motion should want libertie h Eurydice though shes enforc't to dwell in Stygian Plutoes court infernall hell Yet her transmounting passions doe remoue themselues from hell vnto the earth aboue Poore swaine Dorinda though by Satires kept in a vast caue whose watchfull eies nere slept But with reflexion both by night and day had speciall care lest she should get awaie Comforts her selfe in louing fearing not but chast desires ore long would get her out Loue is enfranchisd not in bonds
assoil For Ioue at first conceiuing mortall seede amidst his labors some repast to need Created night those cares to take away which had beene fostred on the toilesome day Night wished night to Louers that desire to be partakers of that heauenly fire Cupid blind boy infuseth in their brest which once infus'd engendreth their vnrest But it s no matter leaue vve cannot louing though bitter fruits redound to our approuing This gloomy night yeelds comfort to their wo For Ioue had showen the place where they should go To Ninus toomb a toomb to bury griefe shaded with couert fit for loues reliefe These two blest louers blest in loues appearing addresse their eye for sight their eare for hearing Lâ—st their suspicious Parents should sift out Their fond intendments which they went about The Night was very darke darke nights be best For such as on the day-time take no rest Since each disparkling beame which doth appeare yeelds to a Iealous louer cause of feare But duskie nights which Louers best approue giue free accesse of parly vnto loue Thisbe loue-sicke for loue had made her sicke time thus occasioned findes a pretie tricke To gull her keepers and her Parents too which who can blame her all that loue will doe Deere be our Parents loues their wils their blessingâ— by which we prosper deerer be the kissings Of those we loue sincerely from our heart for where they be there is our chiefest part No vnfrequented desert can remoue our hearts from them whom we entirely loue No distance can disioine vnited mindes no labyrinth fram'd with Meanders winds We rest the same or else it cannot be that our affections ground on constancie Thisbe with creeping pace pac'd ore the floore oyling the hinges of the creeking dore Lest it should shew her meaning to her mother whose eies she q feared more then anie other For they were too too iealous and would spie more in her dealing then her fathers eye For he was bed-rid and could hardly moue his sencelesse ioints and knew not what was loue Yet this bed full of bones this sap-lesse wretch had sap within his chest for he was rich And more for which all wisemen-may deride him he euer lov'd to haue his golde beside him For on his trash he was so deeply rooted that he fond-man could neuer sleepe without it Thus had he much yet he desir'd much more his gold his Idole which he did adore And though he had no vse for that he got yet he fâ—om raking more surceased not Which punishment was first inflict'd by Ioue Rich men should haue no vse of what they loue But in anâ—n-bred appetite to golde delight to haue it euery minute tolde VVhich being done making an endlesse paine they tell their trash and put it vp againe Thus did this aged Tymon and respected wealth more then youth of girles most affected For richlesse was the scope he leuel'd at hee le call none sonnes but men of good estate Worth worthlesse seemes if worth haue no retire nor means by which their honour might aspire For beggar Irus whose estate was poore made Ithacus to driue him out of dore And seeing him arraide in beggars list in furious passion slew him with his fist Thus men are made respectlesse for their want and pouerty though faire yet whole not taunt Deeming them most vnfit of honours throne that haue more wit then fortune of their owne But he that poiseth worth as worth should be will not obscure true worth for pouertie Being the substance and maine difference twixt sauage beasts and humane excellence And more is trash inferior to the minde then pith of trees superior to the rinde Thysbe escaping hies her to the place which was appointed her admired face Cast such a lustre on the plaines belowe as sleepy mountaines couered with snow In Maiden white appareld maides should be arraied so to shew their modestie Such piercing eyes she had which shon so bright that they gaue day vnto a gloomy night So that each Wood-nimph Faune and Satyre there rose from their caues perceiuing light appeare Siluanus god of woods and desert groues his shaggy head from off his pillow moues And halfe asleepe seeing his arbour shine and all about him long before his time He girds his quiuer to him and drew neere to Ninus toombe where sun-beames shon most cleere Where he no sooner came ay me too soone to that vnluckie shrine that ominous toombe But seeing her he cast all sleepe aside sewing and suting Thysbe for his bride Mirror of women best of Natures art heare a poore wood-god that hath pledg'd his heart To thee and to thy feature heauenly queene that would these flowry thickets well beseeme Sit thee downe here this is an arbour sweet where al the wood nymphs vse each euen to meet Making a concord whose mellifluous sound would glad the birds and all the desert round The Nimphs shall make their praiers and renew each morne their hymnes that they may pleasure you The Muses nine from Pyerus shall descend and to our musique their attention lend Where if there anie discord chance to be Muses themselues will yeeld a remedie There Clio Erato and Melpomene Euterpe Thalia and Calliope Terpsychore Vrania and that sweet tong'd Poly-himnia singing at thy feet All these shall grace thee in this rurall plaine if thou canst brooke to loue a Countrie swaine Yet am I borne more high then mortall men deriu'd from gods euen of immortall stem t Sprung my beginning therfore scorne not me since if thou match thou match's with deitie The flowery shrubbs thou seest doe I command nay euen the Cedar which so high doth stand Rests at my power there is no branch doth grow whose moisture doth not from Syluanus flow The sweetest spices of Arabia the preciou'st perfumes breth in Lidia Smell by my meanes for my celestiall power can make each stinking weede a fragrant flower Then deare affect me for no perfume's good if I want thee that perfumes euery Wood. Thysbees replie IF you quoth Thysbee as you doe professe deriue your birth from gods then shew no lesseâ— maid For it s not fit that gods with starres araid and heauens immortall sphaeres should loue a u A Countrie lasse best fits a Countrie swaine his oaten pipe best suites with her harsh straine Those gods that in Olympus regiment sit and beare rule skorne baser elements Then if you be diuine as sure you be surcease your suite which yeelds indignity To that high of-spring whence you did proceed staine not your loue with any mortall seed Doth mine high linage quoth Syluanus shew that I am too diuine to match with you Thou art sure born of that ambrosian aire which is infus'd in me thou art too faire To be of mortall race oh do not then debase that faire so much to mach with men Yet if thou wilt not match but with a swaine He be no god that I thy loue may gaine A shepheards habite I wil take
vpon me if in that habite I may liue with thee For credit me heauens saint if thou partake of man all men I le honour for thy sake Then loue Siluanus doe not blush be free loue god or swaine Syluanus both will be Thisbees reply IT ill becomes quoth â—he your peerelesse state with silly maides to be importunate You should protect our weaknesse and defend our brittle sexe and euer be a friend To womans weake proceedings ceasing still to drawe deuoted Virgins to your will We that are consecrate to Vestas shrine must in no lasciuious meetings spend no time If thou quoth he to Vesta dedicate thy vowes thy hests what mak'st the here so late For well I know dame Vesta cannot bide her maides should walke alone in euening tide And those that meane to satisfie her will must both be chast and feare suspicions ill Thysbe stood mute she knew not what to say without reply she went a prety way And could not answer for her tripping tongue and modest silence told she spoke a wrong For she nere Vesta lou'd nor Vestas order but this was best excuse the time afford'd her Churlish Syluanus for he was a churle so to importune a poore Countrie girle Halfe mad with anger that she would not yeeld vnto his suite takes in his hand his shield And raging sternely sweares he meanes to goe where he will plunge her in a depth of woe Are you so coy quoth he that you le denie to ioine with gods immortall deitie We le learn young girles manners if we liue and make them â—ew that they our power should grieue With this he went fast crotâ—ing vp the hill pursuing hot the proiect of his will Intending to command some sauage beast vpon her whom he lou'd he lik'd to feast And reaching neere vnto the hill aboue he wagg'd his hand and ask'd if she would loue But she denied him loue doe you denie me fond quoth Syluanus sauages shall trie thee And thy affection which no sooner said then he sent out a Lion to this Maide A Lion new returnde from rauening pray came to the fount his blood to wash away Where with a shaking pace he seem'd to come towards the place appointed Ninus tombe But Luna pitting poore Thysbes case sends out her light to tell her who it was That now approach'd her whom no sooner spide then in a Caue poore Thysbe did her hide But out alasse for feare she ran so fast that she forgot her tire through too much hast For she all breathlâ—sse and quite out of winde running so fast did leaue her tire behind And as one carelesse of her weale or woe distressed thus she knew not were to goe Carelesse of what she left or what she had not knowing what was good from what was bad Yet nature grafts in all a natiue feare by which th' euent of all things doe appeare As we conceaue yeeld daunger to our state and feare by time lest we should feare too late Thus she pent vp within a desart caue with sobs sighes expresse what she would haue For in that Caue she wish'd her loue were there For loues embraces would exempt her feare Oft did she thinke the Lion staid without and therefore trembling Thysbe made a doubt To take the open ayre but pent within wish'd in her heart she had caractred him Whom she admires and loues whose sweet respect makes her to haue her parents in neglect But he too slow aye me too slow in doing being so forward in his formall woing Staies too too long being more warely kept by such sharpe keepers that all night nere slept But as one grasing Hart the rest doth keepe by watchfull eyes warning the rest that sleepe So euer one was waking that might call vpon the rest if any thing befall The Lion hauing quencht his scorching thirst with springing water which he long'd for first Found Thysbes tyre and with his bloody pray besmeard the same which done he went away Now in the end Pyramus tooke a time a time too late to answere loue diuine Yet in this silent course of nighterne race with quick recourse he runs vnto the place z So that to see him frolick ore the plaine were worth more prise then z Hipodamias gaine For golden apples drew her tempting eie But this young youth affects no vanity But the true touch of loue vaine if abused but precious as pure gold if rightly vsed Then who wil blame vs labours to endure if we hy labours can our loue make sure For constant loue no trauaile will eschew that constant loue by trauaile may renew Alcides he can serue the Lidian queene in spinning carding which doe ill beseeme So stout a mirrors magnanimity but he must doe it there 's no remedy For when his manly nature did withstand it one glance of her could wel enough command it No spacious coâ—fines nor indurate labour if these ore-past could purchase ere her fauour Would he refuse one smile reward enough for all the labours he had passed through Thysbe the trophâ—e of his breathing course Thysbe the garland which doth him enforce Her he respects and whiles he runs apace he meditates of Thysbes beuteous face Her comely feature made for Adons shrine whose Iuory orbs like Pelops shoulders shine Had made that deep impression in his heart that Nature seem'd to striue with Natures Art Nature had giuen her much Art much the more Art decking that which Nature dres'd before For that same creature cannot perfect be where Art and nature ioyne not mutuallie If you would haue the module of true wit Nature creates but Art must polish it Thysbe was perfect both in Natures â—ew and artificiall colours which did shew As if both Art and Nature should contend to make her such an one no skill could mend For she was witty pregnant full of fauour Dictinna like sent out a fragrant sauour That when she walkt ' in Babilons faire streete she made the kennel with her perfumes sweet Pyramus comming comming all too late to Ninus tombe expects his bewteous mate Whom when he could not finde he fear'd her end Feare is an adiunct to a faithfull friend Roundly he goes vnto the siluer spring where all the water-nimphs were wont to sing In honour of their Goddesse and her bewty to whom they offred hymnes as was their duty He ask'd the Nimphes if they his Thysbe knew describing her and eke her matchlesse hew And if they did he praid them seeke about their Nectar springs with him to finde her out For if you be immortall as you seeme and dedicate your seruice to your Queen A beter seruice sure you cannot doe her then to redrâ—sse them owe their seruice to her This if you will in your compassion doe I sweare each morne I le offer thime to you Better then any Hyble can affoord with musick sweete to which the heauens accord And euer rest deuoted to your shrine in that you dayn'd to glad this heart of mine
that blade espying VVhich was be crimsond with the bloudy gore of that same murder it had done before Takes it into her hand â—her hand God wot as soft as downe such weapons handled not Before this time and this time was too soon to vanquish bewty and to cut it downe 43 Poore wench she knew not how to vse the blade for other armour Nature had her made But like an vntraind Souldier wanting skill knows not to fight yet vseth his good will Trauerse his ground as other souldiers doe yet hath no method for he knows not how Euen so this heauenly creature handled it long time vncertaine how to mannage it At last by reason 44 reason did acquaint which was the pummell which the satall point Grasping the blade which she before did take to th'shade which shadowed Pyramus shee spake Thou shadowing tree that 45 shadowes this dark tombe shelter vs two that passengers which come Vnto this forrest may thy pitty praise and memorise thy loue in after daies Thou seest we are depriu'd of friend or make which may deplore with teres our forlorne state Supply our want with thy remorsefull shade since as it seemes for pitty thou was made Couer vs two two louers that would be gladly ore-cannoped with th'leaues of thee Thou 46 couerst him already happy time that twists about him with those spraies of thine If Nature had accorded to our vowes these armes had clept that necke those flowry bowes Doe now enfold but heauens haue so decreed to haue two louers clad in sable weed Which I accord vnto heauens purge my sinne hee 's gone before and I must follow him Which said she fix'd the sword vnto her Brest with more then womans spirit which exprest Her loue vnto her Saint who lay along congeal'd in bloud whose trunke shee fell vpon The tree sent out her Branches which did couer their corps with vernant blossomes shadowed ouer Aurora breath'd vpon them whose sweet breath perfum'd their bodies seazd vpon by death Siluan Epicaedium THis done in silent passage of the Night when stars shone fair bright in Thetis sight The rural Wood-nimphes did their Odes display sabled with woes which woes to take away They sung these verses verses ominous Ore Thisbes hearse and louely Pyramus Long may your fame 48 and glory heer remain honour'd by vs and by each country Swaine Long may you liue renowned for your loue hath made perpetuall eccoes in this groue A thrice blest groue blest graue for such blest Saints That in this flowry pale heere pitch their tents Wherein loues warre eternized for aye lost that by night which was restor'd by day Smell sweet for euer sweetest of all sweets you springing blossoms which the spring-time greets Send out your fragrant sauor and releeue our troubled springs which be adddress'd to grieue Let not your vernant bosome so retaine all comfort from the oat-pipe of a Swaine That no release of sorrow or distresse makes diminution of his wretchednesse What should we sing no hymne of melody shall ere possesse our desert empery No tune of ioy no pleasant straine of mirth shall yeeld contentment to Nereus birth For farre more faire more beautious Thysbe was then any wood-Nimph my Country Lasse 49 Campaspe shee was faire and was belou'd of potent Monarchs her proportion mou'd Doting Apelles loues effects to shew to that same picture which his Pencile drew Yet if Campasâ—e were enshrined heere no cause of loue would in her frame appeare More diuine feature was in Thysbes face a more delightfull smile more comely grace Then ere Apelles though in skill most rare could make his picture any way compare Bring mirtle branches let vs couer them shrowding their corps with wreaths laid ouer them And euery time and tide let 's shed a teare ouer the sad memoriall of their Bere Well doe these odes of sorrow vs beseeme and better would they please Arcadias Queene Then if with feasts and triumphs we should spend our dismall houres about a louers end Wee are not for Dianas cheerefull game though we foretime haue well approou'd the same No quiuer nor no bow will we receiue till wee haue spent our dirges on their graue Whose glorious loues so well conioyn'd in one makes their two teares distill into one stone For euery drop of bloud which doth descend from Thisbes wound flies to her louing friend And those same streames which issued out amaine from Pyramus make their recourse againe And ioyne with Thysbe whose respectiue wound licks vp the blood was shed vpon the ground Eternall Trophies hung vpon your hearse made euerlasting by our pensiue verse And let this marble which doth couer you her teares each morne with moistned drops renew Which in remorse compassionate may spend some dewie drops to witnesse yoâ—r sad end You pretty gliding streames which run apace leaue off your course and flow vnto this place That you may moisten this sad monument this desert herse with watry element And gratifie our loue that loue you deare and wish entirely your sweet presence heere Leaue off to wash those cliues and ruggy caues and now repaire to monumentall graues To rinse all foule infection which did staine the corps deceas'd by your still streaming vaine Why doe you stay why seeme you so hard harted to shed no teares at constant loue departed If that our Queene should heare as shee shall heare this your remorsâ—lesse hart would cost you deare Doe you not see how we in sable weeede to weepe amaine haue heere repair'd with speed And in distresse enclos'd full fraught with woe may aske of you what 's cause you doe not soe See how ech sprig 50 sends out a pearled drop and when the prâ—ner seemes their height to crop They seeme to thanke him for it wishing death to decke these louers with a flowry wreath See how each bird resorts vnto their shrine as if it were vnto some power diuine And dedicates vnto their mournfull tombe laies which shal serue in after times to come They warble out their dolefull funeralls hauing forgot their forepast festiualls Their sad 51 aspects such sorrow doth affoord that we our selues their sorrows may record Time yeelds no tune nor tune obseru's no time time tune nor measure keep we ore this shrine We cannot descant descant there is none to such as know no descant but to mone Like spouse-lost Turtles do we flocke together and on each morn by time consort we hither To celebrate their deaths with memorie whose constant loues make them charactred be Nor will we cease or make an â—nd of griefe till that their parents yeeld them some reliefe To consummate their wishes and supply their former hardnes by their clemency For in no time did euer children find parents more wilfull to their loues vnkind Yet for that Fate hath done her worst of ill in that she did the bloud of louers spill And tyrannis'd in shewing of her force raging gainst loue depriued of remorse Let
of his happie state VVhere Hero smiles to grapple with her deere Iealous of nothing for no cause of feare Can crosse loues action there 's no Helespont But the sweet relish of a Nectar fount Hight the Castalian fount which Gods adore where hauing drunke thei 're neuer thirsty more By this renowmed brooke shall he and I prattle of loue and parents cruelty Hang not the willow token of disdaine vpon our Toome for that each country swaine Can set vpon his shrine let Venus tree the louely mirtle shew our constancie If you want any rites or solemne hestes which may be seem our graues the birds protests Each in their order to solemnise them and gods themselues for to eternize them Each mourning Turtle hauing lost her make will mourning make resort for Venus sake And sweet Leucothoe will represent of Vmolus odours a delicious sent The Nighterne owle that night wil cease from prey howling by night as she did howle by day The little Batt though fearefull heretofore will flocke amongst the rest and feare no more Thus euery Bird for it is Gods desire will with their presence decke our funerall fire To purge our guilt dame Venus promis'd me she le goe to heauen with lowe and bended knee And well I know Ioue Venus loues so well he will belieue what tale so ere she tell Then for her loue let Venus altars smoke and in each corner of her Temple looke No ornament which best may her be-fit Be there a wanting but to perfect it You know our Cittie much relies on her for by her succour no distresse can sturre The prosperous sailes of our prosperitie but like a sterne she 's euer fixed nie To rid her from those rocks vnto the shore in liew whereof we do her shrine adore Yet ere I die I must take leaue of you you sacred mansions which my woes renew Thou oliue-tree that planted was so nie vnto my fathers house where I came by This last vnhappie night thou render vine whose supple slips these fingers oft did twine Thou 33 rosie border set with roses fayre to which each morne I vsed to repaire And rob thee of thy store to bewtifie my haplesse tire with crimson puritie Farewell at once farewell long may the dew of siluer hair'd Aurora water you Long may you flourish this I onely craue that with your flowres each morne you deck my graue Such sweetes such fragrant roses represent that your repose may make it redolent Send out your spicy odours and attend with Hyble fruites vpon my bleeding friend For manie time and oft hath he and I chas'd one another full lasciuiously And if he chaunc't to be too slow in running I would hold 34 back and linger for his comming But of all monuments I bid a dew broad shadowing beech-trees to the sight of you You many times haue yeelded sweet repose vnto our loue and seasoned haue our woes By your contented shades blest be you euer and like Elisian-shades fade may you neuer O many times haue we two sported there for we alone were priuiledged there And twisting nose-gaies we our flowers would hide them lest by some Satyre we should be espide Oft would we crop sweete flowers and hauing cut within our wicker baskets we would put them And when we more had gathered then we needed we gathred still for so our loue exceeded That euery flower we cropt we did apply vnto the flower of our virginitie For if such flowers such sweetnesse did bestowe flowers are much sweeter that do spring belowe Fare-well thou spacious plaine amongst the rest I haue no cause but to respect thee best For manie time and oft haue we two plaide at Barli-breake but now that sports decai'd Full many secret corners dost thou yeelde for Louers sports within thy louely field And thou vnhappy Pine that mounts so hie as if thou meant by height to tutch the skie Thou mai'st repine at fates that murdred me since Thysbees hand each morne did cherish thee Oft haue I planted grafts within thy stemme which now are growne so high they shadowe men And with a 35 Water pot which I did bring each morne by time I made thine arms to spring But now poore Pine pine maist thou now and die for none that I know cherish thee but I Now shall thy shadowing branches fall away their falling leues to winters fury paie And none remaines there now to pittie thee When I am dead that liuing nourisht thee But be content shed teres in loue of me and when thou hear'st my death deiected be Cast down some withered leues send them hither portending thus much we must die together This if thou dost I will thee thankfull call and wil with Laurel thy sad head empall That though thou die yet that thou diest with me in after-times still honoured thou maist be And thou straite chinke to which full many time we made repaire through thee our loue did shine And spearst her beames farewell for neuer more shall we resort to thee as heretofore Thou wast the author of our first vndoing for by thy meanes thou gauest vs means of woing Giuing eyes liberty which eyes so wounded that by their passions passions new rebounded Yet we do thank thee for thy fore-past loue for by our deaths the gods themselues approue Our constant minds recorded which must be in heauens conuentions to our memorie O happy thou whilst our two fragrant breaths made thee so rich impouerisht by our deaths For this I thinke this is my prophesie nere shall such lips bestowe their breath on thee When thou shalt heare of our discording end some softned teares vpon our funeralls spend Let thine hard marble be dissolv ' to streames of liquid water since those radiant beames Which our reflecting eyes the marble gaue might pierce him more then euer Lyricks haue The sauage beasts whose natures were made tame at the rehearsall of sweet Amphions name What then should Bewtie whose attractiue power commands stones serpenâ—s sweet budding flowr What should the Splendor of faire Beawties eie act since such acts were done by harmonie Open your flinty bosome let remorse shed riuolets of teres vpon my coarse Or if you will not so at least restraine your ayrie chinke and shut it vp againe Let not such Monuments liue when we die for they'â—e augment our Parents iealousie That as we lov'd kiss'd toy'd when we 're liuing so we may loue kisse toy at lifes depriuing Then shut that crany vp left after time impute the fault vnto that chinke of thine This last record by Thysbe thus recorded bred floods of teres for teres their sighs afforded the Balme-trees wept their teres concrete in one distilled into th'substance of a stone Which stone it seemes did after couer them for after times found it laid ouer them With many faire inscription which did shew of loue recorded neuer none more true Then this of Thysbe and her louing mate sâ—pposing mutuall death a blessed state A
Muse hath shown The answere of Hipolitus vnto Phaedra The Argument Hyppolitus son to Theseus by the AmazoÌ„ Hippolite solicited by his step mother Phedra to sensuality seckes by all meanes to represse her inordinate lust by exemplifying the worth resolution and magnanimity of his father her husband Theseus as also aggrauating the foulenes of the fact she intended producing reasons to disswade her from prosecuting her purpose any further as more particularly the scandall of the world which of necessity would ensue vpon committing of a fact so detestable to the supreame deâ—tie so exorbitant to the law of nature Next he propouÌ„deth the ineuitable reuenge of the Gods aboue who could not suffer such impieties to passe which impunity but would chastise incestuous actions with the exquisitest punishments they reserue for any delinquent concluding his Epistle more emphatically assuring her if she would not desist from her lasciuious intendments Theseus should be acquainted with her entirest thoughts who in no wise could brooke her insatiable desires but ere long would expiate the guilt of her sin with the sacrifice of her blood The Epistle of Hyppolitus vnto Phaedra If modest lines send out a modest smile and those immodest vows you dedicate Vnto my youth youths frailâ—y to beguile my vertuous blossoms to extenuate What should I write or in what tempred stile should I describe the ruine of my starâ— Since vertue is my centre truth the scope At which I aime the leuell of my hope I will not call you wanton but you seeme too too respectles of your glorious fame That once in Creet for bewty deem'd a Queene should now grow carelesse to eclipse the same O better fruits should in that groue be seene then to neglect the glory of your name Minos esteemed was more pure more iust then to expose his house to shamefull lust Turne to your spouse my father and obsâ—rue his worth his meâ—its and disclaime your vow See what respect your Theseus doth deserâ—e who consecrates his loue life to you Then I am sure you will be Ioth to swerue from your allegeance which is Theseus dew He thinkes him blest in you O doe not then impaire the blessing of such blessed men But if you will distaine my fathers bed make it a brothel prostitute to sinne Rest well assur'd I le neuer heare it said that I his sonne that leudnesse did begin To poynâ— the prime rose or to see it fade within his bed where I haue nourish'd been For ill it would be seeme both him and me that his gray head should weare my liuerie Let not the glory of your ancient house attainted be or dazed by your staine For after ages would speake worse of vs and this our shame would euermore remaine Which could not chuse but grow pernicious to the renowme your Theseus did attaine That he who many monsters vanquished should let a monster liue within his bed Employ those thoughts so wantonly inclin'd to th' comfort of your spouse let him receaue Th' elixir of your loue anew resin'd your loues the haruest which your Lord doth craue Then keepe not from him that which is assigned by powers supernall for his worth to haue Adore no shrine but his let mine alone I am his image he and I are one How ill would it be seeme distastfull youth to wrong the winter of his reuerend age Whom if not gracelesse would it not moue to'ruthâ— to sâ—â—le his bed Whose nie-spent Pilgrimage Craues pitty by prescription grac'd bs truth and vertues colours making fam his page To follow euery action with her breath to giue him life when seaz'd vppon by death Looke at the trophies Cressa doth possesse times monumentall characters of worth And you shall see his spoiles deserue no lesse then adoration deifi'd on earth Since euery act proclaimes his mightinesse as if descended from Ioues diuine breath His wars his conquest each expresse his merit indude with more then Adamantine spirit Leaue of inuiting your Hyppolitus to festiue banquets of incestuous meeting Well loues he Phaedra better Theseus then to wrong age with such licentious greeting To make his owne to be most trecherous the sowrest tast from him that seemd his sweeting In working shame 'gainst him who first sustained far more for me then in me is contained Much do I wonder how you should conceiue such a suspicious thought of my neglect Vnto my fathers age or how you haue grounded â—he reasons of your fowle suspect That I his childe my childehood should depraue affecting that which loue cannot effect Which loathed pleasures loath'd they are God wot to vse those sports which Nature fancieth not These 60 pastimes which I follow yeelde content without repentance heere 's no Parents shame No worlds Rumor dangers imminent haue no repose mongst those admired fame Followes the Court and places eminent each seeking how they might dilate their name But I respectlesse of Fames admiration reape the content of harmelesse recreation Heere steepy clifts and heauen-aspiring Hilles Yeeld a sweet aier to relish my delight There pleasant springs from whence sweet streames destills to quench my thirst and when the glomie night Shuts vp the raies of Phoebus rest we still till rosie cheek'd Aurora shew her light Then we addresse vs to our sports againe For where we take delight there is no paine Then pardon me if pâ—rdon I may aske that knowes no other pleasure then is heere That neuer tooke vpon me any taske but the pursuing of the harmelesse Deere I need not shame my blush requires no maske I haue no obiects of affection neere But the true splendor of a Natiue face not mix'd with colours to augment her grace If Ariadne desolate forlorne should heare of your intendments what would she Reply but ieast that he who had forsworne those solemne vowes which should obserued be Hath well deseru'd to weare his wantons horne that dedicates her selfe to luxurie O sie for shame let shame represse that sinne which not repress'd will shame both you and him How glad would Ariadne heare of this who rests deiected rob'd of that same Gem Which you respect not she conceiu'd a blisse in his sweet smile whose sweetnesse did regaine Her much prisd loue her spels explan'd no lesse In the subduing him who more had slaine Then any monster that in Crâ—te was bred yet by her Art was soone discomfited But she vnhappy she as Bacchus would depriu'd of him for whom such paneâ—s she tooke In Chios left neere after to behold her darling Theseus who you know forsooke Her much distress'd distresses did enfold the very mansion pitch'd on 62 high to looke At that vnhappy place where Theseus left her whose absent steps all comfort had bereft her Then you that are preferr'd before her loue set not at sale the treasure you possesse Let Ariadnes exile something moue that fickle minde of yours whose wantonnesse Seemes more transparant in that you approue more of my loue then of his excellence Whose beautious
outside 's faire but you may finde a farre more beauteous inside of his minde Constant he is witnesse Peritheus whose two combined hearts so well vnited Haue eterniz'd the loue of Theseus Mirrour of men that men should be exiled To passe such shelfes of perrils dangerous With sight of poore Proserpina delighted Whom to exempt with Pluto they remaine the one imprison'd close the other slaine Yet could not Pluto barr his eies from teares which he pourd out each morne vpon the hearse Of his deare friend loue after death appeares which like an Ecco earths abysse did pierce Oppress'd with woe surmises of vaine feares Maugre the furie of those Furies fierce And Fiends below which could not him surprise with dastard feare 63 Braue Spirits feare despise O doe not then expose his vertuous age to such dishonour adde no discontent Vnto his outworne strength lest you enrage his patient spirit aboue his element Doe not corrupt your honour nor engage the glory of your birth so eminent Scandalls are soâ—ne engendred sooner bred then after-times can make extinguished Doe not degrade your Theseus from his throne Which he enioies conceiuing more delight In that he hath this little of his owne reaping contented harbour on the night Then th'husband man to reape what he hath sowne or the poore Turtle in her Turtles sight Beleeue me Quâ—eue more doth your presence please Your Theseus heart then any one of these If you would haue Hippolitus to loue Loue aged Theseus for Hippolitus sake For by those heauenly powers that raigne aboue more comfort shall Hyppolitus partake By that affection then Idalias groue ere reap'd in Venus when he did awake And rous'd from silent flumber to returne vnto her Birds which for their Queen did mourn Alas faire queene why should you thus assault the vnprouided fortresse of mine hart Or why should you your colours thus exalt displaying ruine to my chiefest part And vnder ground as in some secret vault laying your shot intending to subuert The Bulwarke which supports my slender being to raze my Fort and put my friends to fleeing The fort which I possesse is my pure heart my friends the vertues which do keepe my fort The first in all my dolours beares a part the second in distresse do make resort To arme my soule against inuasions dart vpon their foe their furie to retort Were 't not a pittie then to see that fall which doth sustaine my selfe my meanes and all But sure you see in me some shew of pleasure and gladly would haue me expresse my thought Obiecting to my senses time and leasure seldome are such delights so lightly bought High is the price of such a precious treasure and well deserues it to be throughly sought But I reply that pleasure lasts not long that t is vsurp't by force and tane by wrong I loue no bitter sweets immixd with gall whose sharp repentance drowns the pleasure past A pure vnspotted soule whose 64 Brasenwall can hold out battrie and wil euer last That feare no ruine no declining fall soilde with no blemish of her mindes distaste But fraught with wealth thrice happy in her wealth feeding on free delights not got by stelth What is that pleasure where attendeth feare As faith-infringers doe who violate The faith they owe whereby it doth appeare they rest respect lesse of their future state Preferring lust before their Spousals deare their shame with shamelesse Acts to aggrauate O none God wot no pleasure can be there where there is nought but actions of despaire O let those hests inuiolable stand which heauens aboue confirme and let them be As Charactres writ by dame Natures hand to eleuate our senses purity Proceeding from the immortall powers command to consummate our liues integrity That loue 's well squared by an equall line whose ground-worke is grounded on the lawes diuine But if these motiues cannot caution you not to adulterise your Nuptiall bed Be you assur'd to Theseus I will shew those indigested humors which are bred By your vnsetled thoughts which doe renew an heape of passions in your troubled head All which concording make that discord true No faith more faithlesse then the Faith of you Your brittle sexe so brittle is your mould you cannot long be free from alteration Grounds her foundation on no certaine hold but tost with sundrie gusts of times mutation Expos'd to shame and to confusion sold infringing loue to purchase recreation Which we by nature do accompt a shame to set them light that haue esteemed them Vertues surpriser chastities depriuer sower of discord refuge to the worst Forge of ambition enmities contriuer an hatefull monster vipers birth accurst Friendships dissoluer simple soules deceiuer which from perdition had her birth-right first The soile and sale of honour soonest showen where men affect all pleasure saue their owne And what be those but vaine vnsauourie ioyes whose fruits vnseas'ned yeeld but small delight When comforts are conuerted to annoies the beauty of our day obscur'd by night And that we iudg'd for serious seeme as toies which haue eclips'd the glory of their light And then reuoluing what we did admire let fall our hopes to greater things aspire O be asham'd to blemish that faire Roote which had deriuall from the powers aboue Staine not your bed with your polluted foot loue him alone whom you are bound to loue Giue no occasion to your Spouse to doubt of your licentious passion but remoue Both guilt and guilts suspicion whose bright eyes Iealouse of nought your secret'st councels spies Will you for any pleasure lose respect of all your kindred that attend your fame Which once surpriz'd by infamies suspect will call your acts augmenters of their shame O doe not so let not your lust effect the ruine of that house from whence you came But as your glorie doth surpasse the rest so in your heart let vertue build her nest Vaine is the flower soone fading soone forgot which you do pamper to your ouerthrow Time will be when those beautious corps shall rot their poore remainder to the earth bestowe Then you shall be as if you flourish'd not plac'd in earths centre Stigian lake belowe Where Minos iudgement giues of euery sin that those are guiltie may remaine with him He was your father yet his equitie will not permit his Phaedra to transgresse His lawes haue no exception puritie onely exempted is whose eminence Was first ordain'd to raigne eternally in the Elisian fields Ioues residence Then chuse which two you please whether you 'le dwel in heauen with Ioue or with your Sire in bâ—ll Erect your thoughts depressed downe belowe and let them soare vnto an higher pitch Then terrene pleasures let that beauteous show of outward colours your affection teach To taste the Spring of sweetes from whence doth flowe such mines of treasure as will more enrich The Ars'nall of your minde then vaine delight which lopped is before it come to height Recall to minde Ixions punishment see in a