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
of all I am not as once I was When Eliza first did suite me Nor when that same red-hair'd lasse Faire Bellina did inuite me To a Garden there to play Cull kisse clip and toy all day O then come Heare a tongue That in wooing termes was flowing But through Wo has spoil'd his woing All I can or will desire ye When my breath of life is spent That in loue you would interre me For it will my soule content Neare vnto my Fathers hearse And bestow some comely verse On my Tombe Then my tongue Shall throb out this last adeu Nere were truer swaines then you A verse Admetus I will be the swaine Though most vnfit to vndertake that paine Which in faire letters shall engrauen be Ouer thy hearse t' expresse thy memory And thus it is Heere is a Shepheard layd Who lou'd was lou'd yet liu'd and died a Maid Yet gainst his will pray then good spirits tell Whether he must or no lead Apes in Hell How Fancie is a Phrensie An Epigram ANd thou Euenus whose renowm's disperst About chose fertile coasts which border thee Whose well-tun'd Current runs so pretily That Fame her selfe nor shall it be reuerst Ha's thus enacted that thy liquid brest Should make my consort vp for there appeares Euen in thine eyes continuing streames of teares Still may thy Sliding-foord and spacious course Wash those adioyning vales encircle thee Which by thy meanes yeeld crops so fruitfully That thy pure sand may be of Ganges force Golds pure Elixir for thou hast remorse And pitties my hard hap to loue a swaine That hates my loue and makes my sute in vaine Oft by thy Sliding Channell haue I stood Bathing my selfe in teares teares were the drinke That quench't my thirst wheÌ„ thou seem'd to sink Into some hollow cauerne streight my blood That little bloud I had made thy course good And sinke into the Cesternes of mine eyes Filling thy streams with teares thy banks with cries Streight fell I downe vpon thy floury shore As if the shore had beene my mistris brest Where I a while conceau'd that sweetned rest As it expell'd the care I felt before Seeming to make my comforts so much more Because so long delay'd but lasse the while My thoughts chekt me I chekt my thoghts of guile For well I found this was a goulden dreame Yet but a Dreame that seem'd to represent Vnto mine eyes that sacred Continent Which shadowes my content but this has beene Euer most true Dreames are not as they seeme And if they were I 'me sure they mist in this Taking thy Banke for where my mistres is Oft did I cull and clip and kisse and doe God wot full madly for reposing there I call'd the grasse the tresses of her haire And bound it vp yet well I knew not how Making a bracelet on 't which I would show To euery Sheepheard so distract'd was I And euery rurall Syluane that past by All this thou saw and thou did pitty me For thy distreaming teares explan'd no lesse Surcharged brests must needs their greefes expresse Which once exprest suppressed seeme to be Teares unto griefe yeeld soueraignst remedy For Teares doe silence greefe but where appeares Extent of griefe there griefs doe silence teares And such were mine sometimes I could not weep But like one sence-lesse laughed at my distresse Mixing a straine of Mirth with heauinesse Or as one casten in a deadly sleepe That neither sence nor faculty can keepe Euen such was I but streight I chang'd my song Making my ioyes short but my sorrowes long Her fancie was the phrensie that surprisd My idle brain with these distracted passions Ten thousand shapes I had ten thousand fashions Despising louing loue where I despisd'e Prising her most where I was lowest pris'de Thus my affections to distractions turn'd Made me mourne more then louer euer morn'd And Reason too for some I had my Friends At least they seem'd so which contemnd my griefe Nor sought to yeeld my silly heart releefe With one poore comfort but as diuers ends Occasion strange effects so Loue depends If I may call in constant Friendship Loue On Fortune heere below not truth aboue Let mee vnrippe my sorrowes that my brest May void such Scarabees that vse to sit Vpon each vlcer whose contagious witte Is worse then Hellebore for they infest The purest Mansion louing euer lest Where they show most Affection for their straine Is not for loue but profit and their gaine Record them sweet Euenus for they hate Thy sacred streams wash not their soyled sin With thy pure liquor for the Aethiops skin Will be blacke still the doome of enuious fate Like Mammons heires sits skouling ore their state Their Summer-Swallows flourish they make one But if thy state he blasted they are gone And thou Blest Hymen that confirmes the loue Of Mortall soules with thy diuinest rites Knows whom I mean by for they quench thy lights By their abuse but there 's a power aboue Will dash their gainefull tradings and remoue Their Bartring from the earth to th'depth of hell That teach in Marriage how to buy and sell. Yet deere Euenus I haue more to speake For I would haue thee carry me commends To such as be my true approoued friends For some I haue will neither bow nor breake Mid'st my afflictions but by all meanes seeke To re-infuse life in mee pray the tell When by their house thou goest that I am well And if they aske thee how I brook this place Where I 'me retired to say as louers vse Pent from their loues they cannot will nor chuse But liue an Hermits life and in disgrace Of beauty and her name hath made his face Like times annatomie poore Sceleton An obiect fit for Ruth to looke vpon Tell them the bookes I reade be such as treate Of Amadis de Gaul and Pelmerin Furious Orlando and Gerilion Where I obserue each fashion and each feate Of amorous humors which in my conceipt Seeme to to rare That they that were so strong Should be so mad and I be tame so long But presently I recollect my sense And findes a reason questionles I 'me mad But who cares for 't or markes it if I had Land like an elder brother Eminence Of some Court-Comet would haue presidence Ouer my braineâ—pan and would beg my wit Though neither he nor I could mannage it So though I loose my wits I cannot loose My lands they rest secure where can you tell VVhere yes where not wil 't please thee buy I 'le sel VVhat wit I haue none counsell neither house The arch of Heauen 's my couer pray excuse My Error I am pore I'haue naught to sell But teares and those I cannot part with well But pray thee spare thy speech to such as be And euer were professed foes to loue And Bayne to marriage for by them I proue The depth of discontent they loue not me Nor doe I care for'â— once I hope to see Enuie
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
in 't before Yea such will neuer deale vnlesse they smell Some hope of gaine or like the trader well At last the maide hauing her market made Perhaps far sooner then her Parents bade With clothes tuckt vp returnes with speedy pace Downe by the Forrest to'tâ— appointed place Where'th Priest Sir sensuall lay all this while That he the Maid might of her gem beguile If you had seene what meeting there was then Betwixt these two you would haue you 'd no men Of any ranke or order were so good As Church-professors vnto woman-hood So humble was the prelate as to please The shamefast maid he oft fell on his knees VVhile mumbling pater nosters on her lips Down fell his breeches from his naked hips And all this while poore soule she stood stock still Not thinking on my conscience good or ill At last the iolly Priest when all was showne That he could show wil'd th'maid to lay her down Vpon a shadie banke which with all sorts Of flowres was checkerd fit for Venus sports She though she were resolu'd no ill could be By lying downe yet in her modesty VVould not vnto his motion so assent Yet let him blow her downe she was content The short-breath'd Priest for he was wondrous fat And stuff'd withall makes me no bones of that But Aeolus-like puf's vp his cheeks well growne And he no sooner blows then she was downe The Forrester who all this time had stood Vnder a shadie couert of the wood Steps in when'th Priest his shriuing should begin Saying all wind-falls they are due to him Manie such Priests auncient records doe show And present times may show as many now Another Epigram called A Cuckold with a witnesse A VVilie wench there was as I haue read VVho vs'd to capricorne her husbands head VVhich he suspecting lay in priuate wait To catch the knaue and keep his wife more strait But all in vaine they day by day did mate it Yet could his foure eies neuer take them at it This subtile wench perceiuing how they should At last preuented be doe all they could For now Italian-like her husâ—and grew Horne-mad I wish and kept her in a Mew Inuent'd a trick which to accomplish better Vnto her friend she closely sent a letter And thus it was Friend you shall know by me My husband keepes me far more narrowlie Then he was wont so as to tell you true You cannot come to me nor I to you Yet spite of his eies and as many more VVe le vse those pleasures which we vsd before Onely be wise and second what I wish VVhich to expresse my friend know this it is My husband as he hates the horne to weare Of all the Badges forth so feares hâ—'th Beare Moâ—e then all other Beasts which doe frequent The heathy Forrests spacious continent If thou wilt right me then and pepper him Couer thy seruant in a false Beares skin And come to morrow as thou vs'd before Tying thy seruant to my chamber dore After this quaint direction he attirde His man in beare-skin as she had desir'de Entring the chamber he receiued is VVith many a smile backâ—fall and sweetned kisse For they 'r secure of all that was before Hauing a Beare that kept the Buffe from dore The wittall foole no sooner iâ—ckling had Then vp the staiers he ran as he were mad But seeing none but th' Beare to entertaine him Of Hornes he neuer after did complaine him In Romanum Mnestorem IT chanc't two Romane Conuerts on a day For pater noster at the Cards to play She mop'd he pop'd his popping could not get her For she thought popping elsewher had been fitter Thus he went home no wiser then he came Sith popping was the Puppies chiefest game In Poetam Hippodramum OR Post-riding Poet. IT tooke a Poet once I' th head to poast For what I know not but I 'me sure it cost His purse far more as I haue heard soms say Then ere his Muse was able to repay In Numularium antiphylon CAsh-coind its true but he intends to be The stamper of that Coine is due to me Pray thee my friend forbeare to set it on My stampe I meane till I haue throughly done And I protest to thee when I haue ended I 'le yeeld to thee if she say thou canst mend it In Romanum Sacerdotem A Romane Priest came to absolue a Virgin by the way As he in his Procession went where hee resolu'd to stay A night For what not to absolue the tender Virginâ— sinne But as a Ghostly Fathers wont to let more errors in The doore was shut the candle out for I would haue you mark A carnall Father best absolues a Virgin in the darke Which absolution so increasd in zeale and purity As within sixe and forty weâ—kes it grew a Tympany A girle forsooth baptized Ioan nor is it any shame For th' wench in time may proue Pope Ioan the second of that name In Phylaetum PHylaetus writing loue-lines on a day A Ratte came in and stole his lines away Phyletus slept on still and minded â—ot While th'hungry Ratte eat vp the lines he wrote If I were to be Iudge as much may be The Rat should be in loue Phyletus free That seeing th'saucy Rat to loue enthrall'd Loue-bayne heereafter might be Rats-baine call'd An Epigram called the Couriter NOW heauen preserue mine eyesight what is here A man made vp in Wainscot now I sweare I tooke him for some Colosse sure I erre This is not he yes this 's the Courtier Brauâ— Pun-tevallo for those armes he beares An Asse head rampant and that chaine he weares By blest Saint Martin doe descry it 's he Well I le obserue his carriage narrowly VVhat makes him go so stiffe has he the gout No but a fire in 's hams that went not out These seuen yeares to my knowledge then it has Begun it seems bout time when th'glasse-work waâ— It s true it did so I haue heard some say He has a pleasant wit he has one way A pretty thriuing wit can make a legge And harken out what office he may begge Can looke as big and burly on such men Poore Gnats that come for to petition him As Giants in a Pagent can protest For meere formality laugh at a iest Without conceiuing on t has witte enough To put good close on beare his face in 's ruffe Like a braue sprightly Spaniard will not let With some new minted oaths to pay his debt And can dispense with them nor does he more In this then what his Elders did before VVith truth in complement he seldome meetes For naked truth with Eue lies without sheetes And he endures not that nor can incline To such a motion but in progresse time He cannot blush no more can women now Till that their pretie painter tell them how He ha's a kind of vaine in sonnetting Purchast by brocage or by pilseâ—ing VVith which he wooes his mistresse he will set His face to any fashion and
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
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
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
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
beguile And therefore if all will not serue I le seeke And bribe them too to make your vessels leeke Yea beside this know Bacchus I 'ue a meane Which put in practice will vndoe thee cleane And thus I lay my proiect I le expresse What motiues there be of licentiousnesse Within thy brothel closures and with-all Complaine of thy partitions how the fall Of many a simple Virgine though shee 's loath To do 't poore-wench coms from a painted cloath A curtaine or some hanging of like sort Which done god-wot they 'ue cause to curse thee for 't And that this might better preuented be I will prefer petition instantly That thou nor none of thine should suffer thence for to auoide this inconuenience Any of different sexes being but payres To goe in priuate manner vp the staires And this I know if that my aime be right VVill goe well nie to ouerthrow thee quite If none of these will doe yet sure I am There is a creature call'd the Puritan who 'le ferret thee and by a strict surueigh Fine thee for bouzing on the Sabboath day VVhich if they finde the Righteous they will curse Though their example it be ten times worse But I would haue thee to represse all this VVhich thou shalt do by doing what I wish And that with reason which as I haue sayd it Is but to giue to our profession credit They 'le pay the man and if the world goe hard VVith them at this time yet they ' le afterward Regratulate thy loue paying th' old skoâ—e VVhich paide they will make bolde to run on more For tell me Bacchus though the world appeare To learned men as if no learning were And that the golden age not as it was Smiles on the silken foole or golden Asse Yet time will come yea now it doth begin To shew it selfe as former times haue been VVhen wise Minerua shall no honour lacke For all the foole whose honour 's on his backe But I shall stagger Bacchus if I stay Longer with thee therefore I le packe awaie Vnto thy sister Ceres I haue sayd Onely looke to thy plate for aâ—l is paide To the Queene of Haruest daughter and heire to Saturne and Ops Goddesse of the Cornethease Ladie Soueraignenesse of the three Vales Esam Beuar and White-horse Inuentres of the Sith Sickle and weeding-Hooke much honoured by the Reede Corne Pipe and Whistle and with all obseruance attended by Hobnaile and his company Her Deities admirer wisheth many a seasonable Haruest HAile fruiâ—full Ladie cheerer of our time Rare in thy bewtie in thy state diuine Ripener of Haruest thou it is whose birth Yields full encrease vnto the fertile earth Thou art that cheering mother that renues The Plow-mans hope and giues their toile those dewes Which makes them happie may my Poems please Thy honourd selfe that glads vs with encrease Yet in my mirth I cannot but repine At that vnhappy ackward losse of thine That thou which euer hast been debonaire Faire in thy selfe making our fields as faire With thy ender'd respect should be exilde Of due content by loosing of thy childe Thy heart thy hope thy loue and thy delight Thy deare Proserpiua whose vowe is plight Vnto alasse I cannot speake it well That black-blacht-blabber-lipt foule Prince of hell Yet be contented manie one there bee Yea I know som which may lament with thee For their straide daughters who I much doe feare Are lodged now or will be lodged there Lasse it is nothing for maides now adaies For which of them though modest hath not straies In youth in age which straying I doe call Dotage in maides and that is worst of all How manie haue wee in this error swerud Who in themselues haue iustly wel deserud That punishment thy daughter first regainde 'Las I haue known them though they seem containd In modest bounds yet thus much I will say Thy daughter was vnchast so were they And pray thee Ceres credit me in this Though my proceeding was not to my wish Yet this to thy due comfort I must tell Thy daughter doth not liue in Hell Without acquaintance yea I know there are Though they in sumptuous raiment and in fare Seeme to excell the worthies of our Land Yet being iustly poized vnder hand They are as neere to Pluto and his heire As if those persons that lesse gorgeous were May I speake more for I am in a vaine To cull strange things out of a stragling braine That there 's no wench truly ingenious Wittie by nature or ambitious In her conceipt but that the time will come That she will wander full as farre from home As ere thy deare Proserpina distraide Transform'd from beauty of a louely maide To be a drudge 'lasse I am forc't to tell Vnto the base-borne Skinkird bred in Hell Doe I not know thee Ceres yes I know Far more of thee then I intend to shew In publique eie 'Lasse I doe know thy worth To be the fruitfull Mother of the earth Albions faire-Fostermother yea that Queen That makes a hopefull Haruest to be seene Within our flourie Fields if I might say What I in due respect am bound alwaie For to expresse I might example thee To be the glorie of our progenie Honour of ages and successe of time Errecting to thy selfe that noble shrine Which nere shall be defaced by time or age The best of labour in our Pilgrimage Then Ceres let thy daughter work for one Thou art in due respect admir'd alone To be the soueraignesse of Albions Ile Who when retired braines doe sleep the while Shalt shew thy selfe worthy a sacred power Though thy vaine daughter play in hell the whore Yea fit it is and suting to her birth She should play baud in hell plaid whore on earth To the Amarous Queene of Delights Sole Empresse of loue-sicke Bedlams profes'd patronesse to all young Letchers Foundresse of Midnight-Reuels Sentinell to many a crackt Maidenhead an a sole Benefactor to all lasciuious Nouices Best habilimented by her Coach drawne with foure Turtles bearing for her armes a Pricke in the midst of a Center with this Motto Pungimur in Medio And on the other side a woman-captiue instanced in Penthisilaea with this word Vincitur a victo victor Her much Endered and affectionate Paliurus wisheth manie long delightful night Mars his presence Vulcans absence much good sport without discouerie and many yeeres yet to continue her husbands Liuery Bacchus and Ceres if they be away Small good doe I looke for may Venus say CHerry-lipt Venus with thy dimpled Chin Who by our Letchers honourd still hast bin For a braue trading damsell though 't may seeme By my neglect of thee that I haue cleane Descarded thee and thine yet thou shalt know it Venus hath some aliance with a Poet And that a neere one too for pray thee say Who can expresse thy bewty anie way So well as they and though they onely write haâ—ing nere hap to come to more delight Yet
pray forbeare You doe mistake your selfe there 's none such heere As you make sure for I as one dismaid That durst not iustifie what I had said Began to slinke away she seeing this Fearing least she should such a Gudgeon misse Recants what she had said swearing though she VVere such a mans wife of the Marshalsie One that had neuer yet incurd ill name Or knew ought more then modesty or shame Though she nere was defam'd in all her life Or loued more then as becom'd a wife Though her affection neuer yet was showne Saue to her husband vnto any one Though she was graue in yeers and therefore might Tread rightly now that had so long trod right She would pawne name fame modestie and all Affection husband yea what ere befall Her grauer yeeres should once dispence with time She would forsooth remaine entirely mine This alteration made me strangely doubt And though my feet were in my mind was out Yet so was I embralld by tempting sinne Though Vertue forc't me out Vice kept me in That did my tempting Genius sweare protest That of all creatures she did loue me best And with dissembling teares disguise her ill Fond is that man and fonder is his will That 's thus deprau'd how seruile are men growne When these same Vertues we esteeme our owne Are thus Eclips'd by Hyene faced whores That protestation make they will be ours When they proue nothing lesse las I do know And by experience whatsoere they show Their paintedâ—Vizards couer naked sinne Which seeming faire are euer foule within A whiten wall a rotten odious tombe That prostitutes her selfe to all that come To all that come hence then 's affection crost For loue is pure but lust for them bid most But to my Saint-like Deuill she thus precise At first held credit deere but now her eyes Like wandring stars prest to induce some sin Makes me the silly fish catcht by her gin Reason did tell me and suggest her name Whispring me in the eare it was a shame To gage my reputation to a whore But las who knows it not sense hath more power Then reason in these acts I gaue consent To her inducements thought her Innocent And a right modest matron yet how farre Did sense from reason in her Verdict erre For how could she be modest that so soone Was gain'd ere crau'd so quickly wood and worme Lasse that my simple straine should be so weake As to continue for a wantons sake So firme in my affection she was graue It s true she was so but how many haue That forme of grauity the more their sinne Being so graue without so gay within But she protested true she swore an oath As any other tempting wanton doth VVhen shee 's in hope of gaine vnhappy I To leane so much to harlots forgery Well my braue Curtizan since I am won To doe that act by which I am vndone Since I am snared and like a Bird that 's caught Fledged in bird-lime am of wit distraught And senses too I will runne headlong to it And doe it with force since I perforce must doe it Downe goes the silken Carpet all the while Showing those sheets which louers doe be guile Those sheets of lust perfum'd deliciously VVith rosie odours where variety Of obiects made recourse see wantons see How many motiues now enuiron me Heere my lasciuions Matron wooes with teares There a repose for lusts retrait appeares Heere a protesting whore see whoredomes shelfe Rather then loose me she will damme her selfe There Adons picture clipping Venus round Here Ioue Europa lying on the ground Heere Mars disarm'd in Beauties chariot drawen VVhere faire Eryca couer'd ore with lawne Bids him her best of welcome and is ledde For want of roomes vnto her Husbands bedde Heere Danâ—e stood admiring diuine power VVhich did descend like to a goulden shoure Into her Virgin-lap there straight I spide The tempting Omphale and on one side Her wanton sister on the other faire Alcinous daughter courted for her haire By great Apollo but below her foote Sat Hâ—rcles spinning she enioynd him too 't Here I beheld the nimble Satyres dance The Druids sung the water-Sea-nimphs praunce Ore the delicious Mede there was the Queene Of Amorous meetings pictur'd as sh 'ad beene Taking a greene-gowne many such there are Of Mars that Martiall Enginer of warre Heere Vulcane lay poore Cuckold as he was And saw them mating on the greeny grasse Yet durst say nought how many such there be That see enough but dare not say they see Sweet heart quoth she and smild seeing me eye This picture more then any one was nie Leaue me the shadow to the substance goe VVhat thou now seest let louers action know I le be thy Venus pretty Ducke I will And though lesse faire yet I haue farre more skill In Loues affaires for if I Adon had As Venus had I could haue taught the lad To haue beene farre more forward then he was And not haue dallied with so apt a lasse Come come my youngling though I nere could be Immodest yet I le sâ—ow my selfe to thee A lasse of mettall Come in faith thou shalt Thouâ—'t Mars I Venus he that limping halt My Vâ—lean-husband pox on 't he is gone And I my selfe as desolate alone VVill entertaine thee I in manlike shape Being a man a man should imitate Protested I would doe yet had no power For who can deale so ably with a whore Or with so free-bred actions since I know None can affection with election show Sincerely or entirely but whose strife S'transform'd from wanton action to a wife Of modest action this is she can doe And euery night has new conceits to wooe Though she be won las what is wooing then Since wooing winning be small change in men VVho knowes not whores affection purchâ—s'd soon And that they are not sooner woo'd then wonne Or as the world goes for its more common VVomen woe men more oft then men woe women Hence nature seemes to haue transform'd vs quite Coâ—uerting day vnto a drerie night Vertue to vice a good-names eminence Expos'd to shame and publique impudence Once women knew a blushing shame-fastnesse But now a blush is least that they expresse Vnlesse for shame of hauing done some ill They feare is known which they would shadow stil Shine brightest heauen if thou wilt deigne to shine And with thy beames dispell this hideous crime Which now protection has curbe them that call Such sinnes as veniall Venereall Let not an I le of an Angelicke name Expose her glory to the house of shame Let not those many Tropheies of her worth Loose their renowne or honour in our birth Let not faire Albion stil'd from cliffes so white Change Vertues day-star to a vicious night Let not those many conquests she hath got Seeme now deprest as if remembred not Let not our peace like Halcion daies be tane From vs and ours and giuen to other men Let not this sacred Vine which
incessantlie Your worths obserueâ— R.B. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 TO MY APPROVED FRIEND T. P. in the conduct of my arrest-fearing Epigram his best of Wishes IF any Sergeant should my lines forestale Before they see my Patron enter bayle Ibid. Where say How Night by Night in seuerall roomes I lye And that my lines haue farre more Aer then I. An Epigramme called the Honest Lawyer SPrightly my muse speake like the son of thunder And with a full mouth ring out Albions wonder No Sussex Dragon no Virginian But of a Lawer that's an Honest man Whos 's definition if you wish to know Is a blacke Swan faire Moore or milke-white Crow He takes no fees till he conceiue the cause Nor with an Oyly bribe annoints his iawes He wants the vse of feeling feares Heauens curse Strings not his conscience with his Clients purse Hee'â— not be tongue-tide but for Iustice sake He seekes to earne the mony he does take He hates aequiuocation and delay Nor will he make his Threed-bare Client stay For his dispatch he will not haue his fee Till he discusse the causes equity His Iudgement will not vaile to wind nor wether Nor is his conscience made of retching lether His eye 's on Iustice nor will euer he Banke-rupt his soule t' enrich posterity His tongue 's no time-obseruer made to please His fist is shut from taking double fees He will not forge a lye nor wrest the sence Of law or right for any faire pretence He will not backe his Clyent or maintaine An vniust suit to reape a priuate gaine He speakes and stands too 't nor is sorry for 't Though he by speaking truth incense the Court He hates corruption nor has euer sould His peace of Conscience for a peece of gold He loues no perfumes nor is one of those Whose peak't mouchatoes skirmish with their nose His beard 's not starcht he has no subtile sconce Nor Ianus-like lookes he ten waies at once His Eare is neuer shut to poore mens mones His Coach-wheele is not made of Clients bones His Conscience nere did ought that needs relenting Or ere made Clients pay for his wiues painting His soule was neuer soild by corrupt dealing Nor stands he on a veluet gowne at sealing His face was nere at Braziers nor his skin Sy-sambris-like was hung vp to be seene His tongue speakes truth makes peace where ere he can This Lawer must be needs an honest man It 's true he must but where now shall we finde This man I feare there 's none left of his kind Yes one I know and more there be no doubt But that my dull pate cannot find them out Who 's truely honest Whom you may discerne You Clients you that visit this throng Terme By no example in our Albion more Then by my Patron in my Catch before Aske you me why Experience tells it me None of 's Profession honester then he Vpon a Patron who was at home and yet abroad in the City and yet in the Countrey seene and not to bee seene in any place but where he was and as soone to be found where hee was not as where he was A good Patrons Anagram is Patren Anag Parent An euill ones Patrone Anag Ropean't A Satyre THere is a Patron to expresse his name I thinke it needlesse for you may coniecture Who t is by dumbe showes yet I le reade a Lecture Vpon 's Anatomy He thinks no shame To be at home yet to deny the same By one of 's Pander porters he is proud Of a new Title giuen him yet it 's stale Knight-hood I wish for 's speech he speaks a tale With a Beere-brewers Grace as for his bloud He saies he can deriu't from Robin hood And his May-Marian and I thinke he may For 's Mother plaid May-Marian tother day If a rich country-Boore come to present him With Pigge or Goose he shall no sooner come But the gate 's open and the Knight's at home Where the Dog-fawning Knight will question him Why he from 's house has so long absent beene Yet tother day a Poet whom he lou'd At least protested so knocking at 's gate Was full two houres enforced there to waite And still he staid to find his loue approu'd Till th'Brazen head spake through a casement mou'd The Knight I meane but seeing who it was I 'me not at home quoth he good Poet passe An Epigram in Curium Lampetram A Cashierd Courtier CVrius Lampetra as he doth confesse For he was t'ane i' th nicke o' th businesse Ha's done soone done God wot a worthy deede Setting the Courts wreath on the Cities head But for his wreath before one Terms demurre He was degraded of his Courtly spurre True badge of Honour and from that time swore Nere to approach the Cities confines more What should he doe the Citie was his gaine For poore Lampetra nere had courtly straine But apish imitation whose small force Made him admired like an Hobby horse And yet they say he had a wit at will Running like the rundell of a blind horse-mill Could sweare an oath could fome at mouth could set His words in fustain and could runne in debt Could skrew his face could moralize a fable Yet nere read Aesop sit at Duke Humfreys Table Could walke a turne in Paules could talke of Spaine Yet nere was there and then come home againe Why this is courtly and this he could doe Yea but Lampetra knew not how to woe Not wooe why he could kisse and as they sing I' th ballad too he could doe tother thing A Pox that 's true But shall I tell thee why She told all out he did so scuruily As at the very instant when they re â—aine Shee said poore foole put vp thy pipe againe For such a Fidler is farre worse then none That plaies on still yet has no stroake but one But prethee say what shall Lampetra doe As other Courtiers make a foolish show Of what they haue not no it is decreed Being boorish bred he must with boores goe feede On huskes and hawes and that he may retaine Some courtly garbe his ruins to maintaine i th Country must this rusticke swaine be plast To purchase pardons when the iudgement's past Or he may finde a Giant at S t Bees And with his sight get money if he please An Embleme writte vnto a Gentleman who entreated the Author to distinguish twixt Rome and roome YOu mou'd me sir next time I chanc't to come For to distinguish betwixt Rome and roome Which I haue done and to the full I hope Rome being as farâ—e from roome as Peter Pope For wheresoere I am wheresoere I comâ— I must haue roome yet that I hope 's not Rome So whensoere I see Saint Peters chaire I doe infâ—rre Saint Peter has beene there But that Saint Peters heyre is now at Rome Though he be there I le say it 's not his roome Peter Romes piller Cater piller he Whose roome I loue more then
his company EN TRES EXCELlentissimo Phantasto Moriano del Castello equiti tres illustrissimo septentrionali Fades rare horned Dicke An Anagram included in the Satyre FAdes my rare horned Dicke ô out a cry His hornes bud out and gall him greeuously What remedy faith patience which appeares In 's wâ—fe whose patience many burden beares Thâ—n he may learne of her it 's true you say And therefore plyes his hornebooke day by day Anagramma How Riches freed'd adorne a gull Epigram Wise is that Foole that hath his coffers full And Riches free'd adorne the vâ—riest Gull Yet but vncase the Asse and you shall see An Asse is still an Asse and so is he An Epigram vpon the Anagram Dedicated to the Mirrour of true Excellency his much admired though vnacquainted friend Don MORIANO DELL CASTELLO To whom the Author wishes many cheerful daies delightfull nights with his late espoused Mistresse whose imparalelld Vertues hee hath presumed to illustrate in These his impolisht yet affectionate Poems MOriâ—s Augustus thou great man of sense That art enstil'd with best of Excellence To thee I write yet doe I not know how T' expresse thy worth or with apparant show Of thy demerits blaze thee as thou should Yet know braue northerne spirit that I would Doe full as much as any if my Art Were but of equall valew with my heart For thou art he amongst all other men That giues a subiect to the freest pen And canst define true honour by degree Drawne from the best yet instanced in thee Mount thee resolued Heroe that thy Fame May be a wreath to Morianos Name Shine bright like Eos with his beamy face Whose pretious Mantle fring'd with some gold lace Made all the passengers admire his worth Descending from Heauens Court to lighten earth I know thou canst doe this for I haue seene Euen in a place where many more haue beene And haue obseru'd thee galloping thy round Making low Congees till thou kisse the ground VVith lip of thy humility and then Putting thy foote in stirrop once againe Mounted thy barbed steed then with thy hand Straking thy horses crest to make him stand VVho proud on 's burden frolick'd in his stay And with a neighing stomacke trac'd the way Faire fall thee formall Gallant that hast force To tame the courage of a head-strong horse Displaying resolution in thy eye Courtship in cloths in speech propriety In gesture admiration in thy looke An Orbe of fashions or a Table-booke Of new-inuented features in thy forme Such exquisite perfections as adorne Natures best Mirâ—or O but that I doubt By speaking of thy worâ—h I shall be out I could epâ—tâ—mize each speciall thing Thy birth thy worth thy wooing sonnetting Yet for thy loue-sake whaâ—soere befall I will speake somâ—hing though I speake not all Mongst which my Muse records that amorous sonnet VVhich who will not admire that looks vpon it VVrit to that faire Alicia now behight The chast-vow'd wife vnto an honor'd Knight Where with loues passions thou so well did show it That none could thinke thee lesser then a Poet. Apt in thy words in thy dimensions rare Thy Figures proper and thy motions faire Aâ—t could not show or euer yet bring forth So farre fetcht straines inuented so farre North. Now of her Beauty wouldst thou Comment make And vow to take strange labours for her sake Then to induce her loue by meanes most fit Thou woulâ—st commend the promptnes of her wit Protesting by the aeâ—y powers aboue As who ere lou'd would not protest they loue Noe speech ere Pallas spake merits more praise Then what thy Mistresse Dere Alicia saies Then wouldst thou descant of her rubie lippe Though thou had neuer lucke to tast of it Then of her pure complexion which did praise It selfe not as complexions now adaies Then of her louely quallities which might be Styled the Eccoes of heauens harmonie Then of her vertues so diuine so rare As they surpast the rest aboue compare All this thou didst to shew her eminence More grac't by thee being stil'd his excellence And faire thy loue had ended as begun If that a Web had not thy loues web spun Great Northerne Atlas what can I say more Then of thy merits hath been said tofore At least obseru'd for many men doe see And know it well I write but truth of thee O that times records should be so portraide In leaues of brasse that what was done or said In auncient ages should so well display Their full euents as done but t'other day Whilest thy renowme great mirrour of the North Showne in our time wants one to set it foorth VVhereas its no lesse glory to a Crowne To haue Authors then haue Actors of renownes Yet shall not vertue so obscured bee Nor those accomplisht parts appeare in thee Lie rak't in Ashes No great Morios heire Thou shalt not liue as though there nothing were VVorthy posterity its I will write Though far vnfitting for so great a light My beâ—t of thee that art the best of man He does not ill that does the best he can Accept it needes thou must how er 't be done Being thy Fathers God-sonne thou his sonne But of all vertues thaâ— attend on thee There 's none that equals thy humilitie Yet so as thou art generous with all A stile that does adorne thee most of all Vnto thy humble spirit annex't there is Another soueraigne vertue Patience Or the enduring of an iniurie Which of all others is obseru'd in thee Thou wilt not snuffe if one correct thee no Not hardly aske him why he wrong'd thee so Thou wilt not answere to thine owne disgrace Nor taxe the man that turdefies thy face Thou wilt not grieue for euery light offence Feare is thy guide thy shield is Patience Thou like a christian walkes God wot in feare And being boxt will turne the other eare Thou art Gods man and whatsoe're men say He is the best man at the later day Thou art no blustring boy that walkes the streete And bindes a quarrell with who s'ere he meete Thou art no Haxtar that by nature's giuen To rage on Earth but nere to raigne in Heauen In briefe thou art the man that God will chuse VVearing a blade for fashion more then vse Nor doe I flatter thee for ne're was I Seruile to anie man but if my eie Impartiall in her knowledge seeme to show VVhat by obseruance other men doe know And haue admir'd pardon I neede not craue Since I expresse but what thy merits haue Deseru'd enough Thy vertues are with best And little need they to be more exprest Then as they are Goe on my honourd friend And as thou hast begun so fairely end Be Fame thy Herauld to blaze forth thy worth Making thee Morios none such vpon earth Be as thou art and more thou canst not be Since best of being is included in thee Be thou as hee to whom all may resort Muses I meane and coming thank thee for 't Be
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
George more great then he Tutching that Dragon on Sylenes shore I haue in part relaâ—ed it before Yet but as shadowes doe resemblance make Vnto the substance and materiall shape Digressiuely I onely seem'd to glance At th' act it selfe not at the circumstance Know then this noble Champion hearing one Along his trauaile making piteous mone In meere remorce drew neerer to the noice Till he perceiu'd it was a Ladies voice VVho in a Virgin-milky white araide Show'd by her habit that she was a Maide Carelesse her haire hung dowre and in her looke Her woes were writ as in a Table booke Warm-trickling teres came streaming from her eies Sighs from her heart and from her accent cries Tyed was she fast vnto a pitched stake Bounding on Sylen's Dragon-haunted lake All which exprest without a Character The wofull state which did enuiron her Saint George observ'd her teares and from his eyes Her teares by his finde their renew'd supplies Both vie as for a wager which to winne The more she wept the more she forced him At last with modest hauiour in reliefe Of her distresse he thus aâ—â—aide her griefe Sorrowfull Lady if griefes lesne dare VVhen those that pittie griefes receige their share Impart your sorrowes to me and in lew If right I cannot I will pittie you Alasse sweet youth quoth she pitâ—le's too late VVhen my dâ—sease is growen so desperate Yet doe I thanke thee for thy loue to me That neuer yet deseru'd so much of thee Pray thee begone such friendship I le not trie To see thy death one is â—nowe to die And I am shee crosse not the will of Fate Better 's to loose one then a double state Be gone I say do not the time fore-slowe Perish I must of force so needs not thou Imminent horror would admit no more For now the Dragon from Sylenes shore Came spitting lothsome venome all about VVhich blasted trees and dried vp their roote St George the Dragon had no sooner vew'd Then fresh supplies of spirit was renew'd In his vnmatched brest him he assailes And though ore-matcht his spirit neuer failes Till he subdew'd him and as some auerre He tyed him fast and made him follow her Vnto her fathers pallace where we reade In publike triumph he cut off his head Here may we see that act of Perseus Equalâ—'d by George and made more glorious In that he aym'd no further nor was fe'd To put his feete into anothers bed His conquest it was temporate and iust Not stayn'd with blemish of defaming lust For no attempt vs'd he to vndertake But for true honour and for Vertues sake A Victorious Paean to our Albions St alluding to all noble spirits natiue assumers of his Honor Order Iö Pean then must wee Giue St George the victorie Whose desert Grac't each part Where so ere he vs'd to be None more grac't or lou'd then he Perseus though his renowne Did to all the world come Yet one staine Dimm'd his same But the worlds spatious roome Shrines St George in honours tombe A Satyre called the Coniborrowe NOw in the name of fate what Saint is she That keepes a shop of publicke Brothelrie Harbours the shaâ—king Lawyer for his pence And Martir-like consumes his euidence Nusles my damned Atheist makes him curse Nature and fortune that his thin-lin'd purse Should be depriv'd of crowns do you ask what St This Saint was sent from th'siery Regiment A Sodome-apple a lasciuious staine To vertues habite or a whore in graine A sucke-blood Hyene feigning Crocodile VVorse then the monster bred on th'banks of Nyle A purple Strumpet Gangrene to the state Earths-curse hels-blisse soules-soile Angels hate Smoothed Damnation smothered infamie Horror to Age and youths calamity Pritty-fac'd diuell of a ginger pace Grace-lesse in all saue that her name is Grace Soules-running vlcer that infects the heart VVith painting purâ—â—ing and a face of Art Star blasting honour vertues foe exprest By hating where she seemes to fancy best Vow-breaking peâ—iure that her selfe adornes VVith thousand fashions and as many formes Creature of her owne making hollow trunke A Christian Paganis'd with name of Punke A â—â—ll a hell where she 'le no others haue The common Palliard-Pandor Baud or slaue A cage of vncleane birds which is possest Of none saue such as will deâ—le their nest VVhere fries of Hell hounds neuer come abroade But in that earthly Tophet make aboade VVhere bankrupt Factors to maintaine a state Forlorne heauen knows and wholy desperate Turâ—e valiant Boults Pimps Haxtars roaring boyes Till flesht in bload counting but murders â—oyes Are forc't in th' end a dolefull Psalme to sing Going to Heauen by Derick in a string It 's you damn'd prostitutes that soyle this land VVith all pollutions haling downe the hand Of vengeance and subuersion on the State Making her flowrie borders desolate It 's you that ruine ancient families Occasion bloodshed pillage periuries It s you that make the wicked prodigall Strips him of fortune heritance and all It s you that makes new Troy with factions bleede As much or more then euer old Troy did It s you sin-branded wantons brings decay To publique states It s you that hate the day But honour night where euery female sinner Resembles th' Moone that has a man within her Lasciuious Burrowes where there nothing are But â—oused sullied and ore iaded ware No musick but despaire no other note Saue some French language from a prophane throat Noe other Accent then the voyce of hell Where Stygian Circe mumbles ore her spell Shakes her pox-eaten iâ—ynts and sends for spies To gaine her traders two sin tempting eies Where she in praise and hoâ—our of her trade Saies that the Stewes were in th' beginning made For the aduancement of a publick good And well it may if rightly vnderstood For if in pleasures there such bitters be As still repentance lackies vanitie If lust that 's cal'd by th' sensuall Epicure The best of mouing pleasures and the lure That for the instance makes our organs rise Thinking that plase we 'r in is Paradice If she I say bring forth no fruit at all Saue news from'th Spittle or the Hospitall Drie rewmes catarchs diseases of despaire Puritane-sniueling falling of the haire Akes in the ioynts and ring-worme in the face Cramps in the nerues fire in the priuy place Racking the sinews burning of the gall Searing the vaines and bowels most of all Drying the head which natur's wont to feede Sucking the blood whence all distempers breede If best of pleasures haue no other end Mong'st earths delights theÌ„ haue we cause t' extend Our pure affections to an higher ayme Then to corrupt the honour of our name For present appetite I thanke thee whoor Thou hast instructed me to haue a power Ouer my sence by reason rectified And hast well neere my senses mortefied I know thy habit and I once haue sworne But now recant it that no earthy forme Was of like composition but conceiuing That
naked and appeare In grisly sort as if they frenticke were Then you that make vs man-like should not need Nor your profession stand in any fleed For why the clymate which we then should haue No Bombast Cotten or the like would craue Since scorching beames would smoulder so about them As th'dwellers might be hot enuffe without them But heer 's an Island that so temprate is As if it had plantation to your wish Neither so hote but that we may abide Boâ—h to be clad and bombasted beside Neither so cold but we may well allow it To weare such yarne a blind man may looke through it It s true indeed well may it be confest If all our parts were like some womens brest Bared and painted with pure Azure veines Though of themselues they haue as many staines And riueld wrinkles with some parts as badde Then th' crooked Greeke Thersytes euer had It might be thought your gaines would be so small As I me perswad'd they would be none at all But thanks be giuen to heauens supernall powers Which sways this Masse of earth that trade of yours Hath her dependance fixt in other places Then to be tide to womens brests or faces Let Painters and Complexion sellers looke To their crackt ware you haue another booke To view into then they haue to looke in For yours's an honest trade but their's is sin Next I expresse your worth in shall be these First your supportance of poore families Which are so weake in state as I much doubt me They would be forc't to begge or starue without ye The second is wherein you 'ue well deserued The care you haue to see your Country serued Not as such men who liue by forraine Nations Impouerishing this Land by transportations For their depraued Natures be well showne By louing strangers better then their owne Or as it seemes to sucke their Mothers bloud Their Natiue Countrie for a priuate good The third and last which heere exprest shall be Shall reference haue to your Antiquity All which I will dilate of and though I Cannot describe ech thing so mouingly As I could wish yet take it in good part Proceeding from the centre of a heart That did this taske and labour vndertake For your profession and your countries sake Whose ayre I breath'd O I were worthy death Not to loue them who suck't with me one breath How many Families supported be Within the compasâ—e of one Barronry By your profession I may boldly show For what I speake I by obseruance know Yea by eye-witnesse where so many are Prouided for by your peculiar care As many would the beggars be I wot If your religious care releeu'd them not For there young brats as we may well suppose Who hardly haue the wit to don their clothes Are set to worke and wâ—ll can finish it Being such labours as doe them befit Winding of spooles or such like easie paine By which the least may pretty well maintaine Themselues in that same simple manner clad As well agrees with place where they were bred Each plies his worke one cards another spins One to the studdles goes the next begins To rauell for new wefte thus none delay But make their webbe-vp 'gainst each Market-day For to preserue their credit but pray see Which of all these for all their industry Their early rising or late sitting vp Could get one bit to eat or drop suppe If hauing wrought their webbes their forc't to stand And not haue you to take them off their hand But now by th' way that I my loue may shew Vnto the poorer sort as well as you Let me exhort you in respect I am Vnto you all both friend and Countriman And one that wisheth if hee could expresse What 's wishes be vnto your Trade successe As to himselfe these pooremen vnder fauour Who earne their meanes so truly by their labour Should not obserue me bee enforc't to wait For what you owe and what 's their due so late Time vnto them is pretious yea one houre If idlye spent is charges to the poore Whose labour 's their Reuenue doe but goe To Salomon and he will tell you so Who willeth none expresly to fore-slow To pay to any man what they doe owe But if they haue it not to let them stand Crauing their due but pay it out a hand Say not vnto thy friend saith Salomon I have not for thee now but come anon For why shouldst thou that hast wherewith to pay Put of till morrow what thou maist to day Beleeue me friends I could not choose but speake And caution you of this for euen the weake And impotent whose soules are full as deere As be the Monarchs whisper in mine eare And bid mee tell you yet to haue a care Not to expresse their names what men they are For then they doubt that you to spite them more Would make them stay farre longer then before That you would see their iniuries redrest Of which they thinke you were not yet possest But in transferring of the charge to such As be your Factors which haue had small tutcâ— Of others griefes your selues haue had the blaâ—â— Though 't seems your Factors wel deserud the sat Nor would I haue you thinke I me feed for this For they do plead in Forma pauperis That bee my Clyents yea I me tied too In countries loue to doe that which I doe For eâ—en their teares monâ—s and distressed state Haue made me for them so compassionate That my soule yern'd within me but to heare Their mones despisd that were esteem'd so deere To their Creator see their Image then And make recourse to him that gaue it them Whose mansion is aboue the highest sphere And bottles vp the smallest trickling teare Shed by the poorest soule which in a word Shall in that glorious synod beare record Where for the least non-payment which we owe Shall passe this doome Away ye cursed goe But I do know by my Experience The most of you haue such a Conscience As in that day what euer shall befall Your sincere soules will as a brazen wall Shield you from such a censure for to me Some doe I know bore such integrity As I dare well auow't t is rare to find In such a crazie time so pure a mind But now I must descend as seemes to me From the releefe of many Familie By you supported to your speciall care To see your country serued with good Ware Which of all others if well vnderstood Seemes to haue ayme most at a publique good VVell it appeares euen by your proper worth That you were borne for her that brought you forth Not for your selues which instanced may be In that you ayme at no Monopoly No priuate staples but desire to sell VVhich of all other seem's approu'd as well Your Ware in publique places which may stand No more for your auaile then good of th' land Nor are you carelesse what it is you bring Vnto your Country for
thou's neuer Court in Heauen No Ahab no there is no place for such Whom poore mens grieues and sorrowes will not tutch Such as will haue compassion shall be there Receiud in mercy that had mercy heere But such as thou who in the Pride of heart Had little feeling of an others smart Shall heare that Ve Away thou cursed goe Repent in time or thou shalt finde it so For tell me why should whorish complement Force thee to soules eternall languishment Why should a minutes pleasure take from thee All after-hope of thy felicitie VVhy should a painted cheeke be so sought after Beleeu 't in common sense it merits laughter That her complexion should by thee be sought That knows its not her owne but that'twas bought Yea one would thinke more reason there 's to seeke Complexion in the shop then on the cheeke And better wil't with generous humors stand To buy 't at first then at the second hand Both's to be bought no difference in the sale The one in grosse the other in Retaile O then take heede mix not two sinnes in one Sinnes linkt together make the soule to groane Their burdens heauy yea t is such as they Draws in in Cart-ropes as the Prophets say But if thou wilt needes to perdition run And follow on that chase thou hast begun If thou wilt make thy body in few words A filthy Caske or Cage of vncleane birds If that same soule which should a Temple be And dedicated to Gods Maiesty Must now be made it grieues me to expres A stew for Harlots and licentiousnesse Yet let not thy oppression be the meanes For to maintaine such prostituted queanes That doe expose themselues to publique shame One sin 's enough shun thou oppressions name I know indeede what was of Ahab tould Is growne a story now exceeding old His mouldred bones and ashes who can finde Yea his example 's quite worne out of minde Since for most part mens corps 's no sooner rotten Then they and all their actions be forgotten The stories old indeed its true they say Yet is the vse experienst euerie day Ech day we see a silly Naboth slaine And euery day a wicked Ahab raigne Who if he see one plat of ground that is Delightfull in his eye or bordering his Whether 't be vineyard garden or that land The front I mean where Naboths house doth stand He cannot be content till he has got By fraud or violence that same neighbouring plot For like an eye-sore it did euer grieue him Nor till ge gain'd it would he euer leaue him Yet for all this our moderne Ahabs they No sooner heare what sacred Scriptures say Of that example then they straight begin To giue a curse to Ahab and his sinne Who made no bones poore Naboth to denye him To haue one little Vineyard lying by him Cruell he was say they and well deseru'd His punishment for he was rightly seru'd To be depriu'd of all life realme and crowne That would not suffer Naboth haue his owne Yea the reward did fit his Tyrant-hart Despoyl'd of all that spoyld the poore of part So their owne iudgements most vnhappy Elues That thus pronounce the sentence on themselues Their owne mouthes do condemn them for by this Each proue their guilt by th'guilt they show of his VVherefore as Nathan did to Dauid say Taking Vriahs life and wife away VVhere he proposd this question thereupon Of him had many Sheepe another one Wherein indeed the Prophet shadowed That fact which Dauid to Vriah did Which when that good King heard as th'Scripture saith He answered straight he hath deserued death Thou art the man quoth he so sure I am I may be bold to say thou art the man Thou Ahab thou that by extortion gaines Some Skreads of Land to better thâ— demains Thou that triumphes in wrongs and brings the crye And curse of widdowes to thy Family Thou that with dainties dost that carrian feede That maw of thine while such doe begge their bread As thou opprest to their extremest wrong Thou art the man I le sing no other song Dost thou not yet relent no streams of grace Thrilling or trickling from thy blubber't face No signe of reformation Las I see Custome in sinne cannot relinquisht be Vpon the instant wherefore I must set My resolution not to leaue thee yet And howsoere thou take it I will goe Yet further with thee I le not leaue thee so Two speciall motiues I might here proâ—uce To moue thee to a conscience and to vse A christian-lâ—ke respect to such as be Ordain'd by God for to liue vnder thee The first is to haue eye vnto that forme Oâ— image which doth euery man adorne Euen his creators image which might moue Vs to loue him for his creators loue The second is a due especiall care Or a consideration what wee are Men and in that we should be humbler still Since best of vs are Tennants but at will On which two branches briefly I le dilate Or rather cursiuely so shadow at As seeing his Forme thy little cause of pride This good surueigh may make thee mortified The comely feature which is giuen to man Implies the place from whence this creature came Euen from that fragrant garden of delight That Spicy Eden where in our makers sight He did enioy farre more then tongue can tell Till from that height he to corrupâ—ion fell Yet still retain'd his forme which first was giuen him In Paradise whence now the Lord had driuen him So precious was this forme as he who made it For as we reade in Scripture where he said it Let vs make man after our Image he Saw in this forme I say such maiestie As he who in his mercy fast did make it Becomming man of God vouchsaf'd to take it So that what th' first man Adam did before Christ th' second Adam as man did restore Thou sees this Image then how it was giuen And represented by the God of heauen Who in his great compassions thought 't no scorne That the Creator take the creatures forme And how canst thou irreuerent wretch disdaine That forme which thy Creator did retaine How canst despise that image or presume To wrong that shape thy Sauiour did assume How canst thou presse that soule with discontent Which thy Redeemer daign'd to represent How canst abuse that type for hope of pelfe Which Christ thy louer shadowed in himselfe How canst thou see that image rack't to be VVhich in thy Christ was ract and rent for thee How canst endure to haue that soule bereft Of all releefe and to haue nothing left Driuen from his house forc't from his Tenant-right VVhen he that is the way truth life and light Taking his forme to satisfie for sinne Had not so much as house to hide him in Birds had their nests and euery beast his denne Yet had not he what was permitt'd to them O let me now perswade be not extreame Its easie saies the Prouerb to wade the
all are summon'd fore that seat It 's better to be good then to be great For then as well it may be vnderstood They onely shall be great that are found good But thou wilt aske is there no comfort else Yes that there is thy daily labour tells There 's a reward of glory that 's reseru'd For such as haue their Maister duely seru'd In their vocation there 's a penny too Which though it be not giuen vnto thee now Yet be assur'd for he that spoke't is true When th' euening comes thou shalt receiue thy due And though thou seeme a little while to stay Doe not repine it 's th' euening crownes the day Wouldst know what I by th' Euening doe intend I meane the sun-set of thy life or end Of all thy pilgrime daies which though they bee A very death or Martyrdome to thee So little ioy conceau's thou vpon earth Yet wil thy Comicke end include thy mirth VVhen from this Vale of labour and of care Thou shalt vnto a mount of ioy repaire VVhen from this floting Sea this fading cell Thou shalt depart and with thy Sauiour dwell Yea on thy death-bed thou art comforted Thinking how truly thou hast laboured How many carefull nights thou hast orepast VVithout the least of rest how thy repast VVas not delighfull feeding with excesse But th' bread thou eate was mixt with carefulnesse Noe houre without affliction or some griefe And now to finde to all thy woes reliefe It may no little solace the when th' end Of discontents shall bring thee to a friend That will in armes of charitie receiue thee Where beeing lodg'd no woe no want can grieue thee Happy translation and by so much more In that those Lordings which triumph'd before And plaid vpon thy weakenesse now shall stand To th' doome which those oppressors of the land Are subiect to tell me poore wormeling then What difference there will bee twixt thee and them Great were they heere indeed and did resemble Those Bulls of Basan yet see how they tremble How quicke their powerfull greatnesse is made small For little is their pompe or none at all See see these Cedars now are strucke with thunder And thogh they once sate high their now broght vnder Those glorious titles which gaue wings to pride Those gorgeous buildings made them deifide Those many state-attendants more or lesse Like Sommer-Swallows following their successe Are vanish't ruin'd and dispersed quite Ther 's none of these can come into their sight Yea which is worse in-steed of Eminence There is an enemy called Conscience That still disturbs their quiet and their rest VVhich if at peace there were continuall feast But that 's impossible such meanes as these Haue in themselues a thousand Witnesses And these poore snakes cause they did heere contemn them Shall with their Conscience stand there to condemne theÌ„ VVhere that same place they are appointed to Shall Tophet be their word yee cursed goe Thou seest then no difference doth appeare Twixt thou and them saue onely when you 're heere A little garish vanity there is Which doth include that happinesse of his Who seemes so popular yet thou shalt see From thence is drawne his greatest miserie For tell me doth no that externall state Make him forget whereto he was create Doth 't not be â—ull his soule in sinnes delights Not knowing how the flesh gainst spirit fights VVhereby he comes which is the worst of all To bring his reason to his senses thrall Yea I haue heard of many great mens end So full of feare and horrour as God send Me lesse delights on earth so I may haue A quiet easie passage to my graue For reason doth informe me rare it is That earths delight should bring a man to blisse More could I speake to comfort thy distresse And more I was determinde I confesse To insist on thy affliction but I found By my Experience this especiall ground Held euer firme when we doe comforts tutch Such is mans nature he will take too much Rather then too too little yea it s sed More haue through store of comforts surfeted Theâ— such as from all outward solace pâ—nt Haue famisht been through inward discontent With Gedeons souldier therefore prest I am Rather to lap and like a Ionathan To tutch the hony onely with my rod Then on this subiect make too long aboad Which that I may from comfort I le descend To faults in the which I would gladly mend That God commands from whoÌ„ proceeds all power Let each be subiect to 's Superiour For it would breed confusion in the Land If people did admit of no commaund But like a Platoes Common-wealth should be Subiect to none but in equalitie Therefore that Lord who of his grace doth loue vs Hath ranked some below vs some aboue vs. Aboue vs that we might be caution'd thence To shew vnto them due obedience Below vs that we might thereby expresse To them our loue to God our thankefulnesse Our loue that we might our affection show In loue to them that ranked are so low Our thankefulnesse that we should more receiue Then other some that more deserued haue Againe aboue vs to acknowledge here Without that power aboue how weake we are Below vs that if we vnhappy Elues Should grudge to see som greater then our selues By seeing these wee might suppose they 're sent By their degree to bid vs be content In this same decent comly order then Of high and low great and inferiour men Thou ranked art nor richest nor most pore For thou seest many goe from dore to dore Whose scrips their store whose wallet is their wealth Whose staffe's their stay whose treasure is their health Now in thy ranke there 's many things I wish Thou wouldst reforme which I doe see amisse As first for all thy pouerty and want Thou hast a disposition arrogant Rash heady-selfe-wild prouder then thy state Can well beare out extreamely obstinate Foolishly peremptory saucy with all Besides I see in thee I must tell all A factious wauering nature apt to rise Through discontent in any enterprise A very Iack Straw or a custome asâ—e Alleadging such records as neuer was A pest ' lent member to the Kingdomes quiet Prone to diuision enmity and riot Sower of discord selfe-conceitedly Wise yet I cannot weâ—l imagine why Yea I haue seene some of thy crew to gather Like wild-geese for the wagging of a feather Making strange combinations which did tend Still to their owne subuersion in the end Some Terme agoe on one I chanct to light Was come to towne to trie his tenant-right With whom discoursing he impart'd to me Mongst other things how most iniuriously He and the rest which held one tenure there About their state or title troubled were And therewithall alleadgd that he could show Customes and discords so he said enough And that from Noahs indignation when Of all the world there were but left 8 men No this is true quoth he I will assure
vnhappy Louers who were crost By Parents meanes of what they fancied most Tell me then haplesse louer hast thou cause To grieue at that which others haue endur'd As if thou wert quite priuiledg'd from lawes Firme in thy selfe from louers hate secur'd O no beleeue it prickles hath the Rose The sweet her sower the hony-Bee her sting Loue though a toy yet shee 's a toile somthing Repose thee then vnhappy louer heere And see loues fal in tragick measures fram'd That when thou seest a louer loose his deere Thou of like chance may neuer be asham'd Since thou art but as other louers were For shame it s none to loose what 's scarce begun But shame is 't not to doe what should be done Your passion-pittier Richard Brathwaite The Author vpon his infant Poeme IF ought's amisse imputed let it be Toth ' time wherein this Poeme it was writ Which was I must confesse my infancy Of Age Art Iudgement Knowledge and of Wit Nor doe I thinke it would this time befit To meddle with my youths minority Vnpolisht and vnhewd I therefore send it Freely toth ' World that she may friendly mend it Vpon the Presse TRide would I bin by th' Country Bench Prince Yet but a month agoe no longer since Was I for speaking as it may be thought And not for silence to the presse thus brought Iudge you my friends what conscience there is in 't By th' weights I beare the errors of the Print The Argument of Pyramus and Thysbe CHildrens loue and Parents hate Pure affection cros'd by fate True their loue so true to either That they chusd to die together Curteous woodnimphs Tigres fierce Wash with teares their doleful hearse Mirtle branches roses sweete Satyres strow about their feete Woodnimphs with their Syrens voice Call their parents by their noise Who with pace slow pace God wot Made hast they could yet hasted not Till they saw their children lie Arme in arme full louingly Oft they sought but all in vaine To bring life to them againe Trickling teares came dropping downe Groues with teares were ouerflowne Water mixt with crimson blood Made a deluge where they stood This bees obsequies they see Grauen in an Oliue tree Their bones to ashes they doe burne And place them in one sacred vrne That as their loue was all in all So they might haue one Buriall To this shrine this statue faire Louers wont for to repayre Who to confirme their sincere Loue Offered them a Turtle Doue But when their reliques scattered were Maids nere after offered there Their wonted incense but forsooke The Altar which was wont to smoke With mirrhe and thime which they did burne With solemne rites about their vrne Yet lest their fame should so decay Their tombe is to be seene this day Which first erected was to be Conseruer of their memory Pyramus and Thysbe NImrods faire City beauteous Babylon which admirations eies once gaz'd vpon Though grac'd in all in nought so gracious as in her Thysbe and yong Pyramus Thysbe a maid as faire as faire could be he for his sexe was full as faire as she These two resplendent starres shone in one sphere and by contiguate mansions bordering neere Renewd their loues vnhappy memory press'd downe too much by parents iealousie Aye me too iealous to preuent that good of sincere loue which cannot be withstood These two debar'rd of meeting not of louing for loue though smothred hath an inward moouing Sought means to shew their mutual loue by woing supplying that in words they mist in doing Their walls abutting neree so neere did meet That these two Saints might each another greete A chinke there was which Thysbe soone espies for maids in wanton feats haue Linceus eyes VVhich beeing seene well seene she did repaire each morne betime to see if he were there At last he spies it men haue duller witte then women haue yet better manage it This crany was the shrine to which they came where either call'd on other by their name And with deuotion ech to other kneeled protesting loue hid loue so long concealed VVhy should our Parents Pyramus would say seeke to protract our loues by long delay Or why should we with such precisenesse shunne that which our parents long before haue done Suppose their loue was pure our loue 's as pure they full as fond as we were drawen to th'lure And why my Thysbe should that comely face for all her feature haue a ciphers place Thou art no shadow but a substance deare in substances impressions best appeare Then for my loue thy ioy and beauties sake that seemes eclyps'd let me th' impression make Le ts to the field aye me we cannot goe we are immur'd within the grate of vvoe And why should I fond man my Thysbe moue to vvanton pleasure vvhere 's no vse of loue I knovv thou lou'st in that thy griefe is more pent from that St vvhich thou vvould fain adore Thysbe stood peeping through this narrovv chinke and though she spake nought yet shee more did think Her blush her smile her bittng of her lip did all the secrets of her hart vnrippe Thus whilst they stood both standing at a bay wishing some priuate passage or some way To consummate their vowes in comes her mother which made them take their leaue one of another She skoold her daughter vvhat my tricksie girle are you besotted with this worthlesse pearle This beauties blossome faire enough but poore dote on the rich affect his rags no more Mother quoth Thisbe you are much decau'd if I may speake with reuerence he nere crau'd Loue at my hands what did he here quoth she that he so priuate should discourse with thee He is quoth Thisbe come from Salamine and brought me grapes pluckt from that tender vine Aetolus planted which she gaue in hast vnto her mother praying her to tast Shee tooke and tasted fruits variety seru'd at that time for her Apology The pitchy shade of night approach't at hand vvhen Screech-owles Fauns and Satyres haue cōmād Where skipping in their lawne and flowry groue Siluane to Siluane consecrates his loue Yet when each chirping bird goes to her nest loues eyes be open and can take no rest Beasts to their caues resort surcease to prey feeding on that they purchas'd by the day Each creature in his kind dispos'd to sleepe but feruent loue continuall watch doth keepe He tosseth in his bed wishing it day hoping thereby his cares to throw away Yet when the night is past the day yeelds more then ere the night affoorded him before Thus Pyramus enthrall'd twixt hope and feare hopes though smal fruit of hope in him appeare He cannot sleepe nor wake but twixt them both sleeping and waking as a letharge doth Oft would he hugge his pillow in his arme and cling it fast about to keepe it warme Supposing it was Thysbe and would sweare no creature ere could be more welcome there Streight would he call on Hymen then inuite his friends
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
retained spotlesse as Christall for no soile can staine it The boistrous windes shut vp in iron grates on each occasion and intendment waites When they come forth their tempests hurrie more grieu'd at their durance then they did before That morn which seÌ„ds her glittering raies too soone sables her sunne in cloudes ere it be noone But when its long ere that her beames appeare we doe presage ere night they 'le shine more cleere i Thetis exiled from her marine seate a willing exile with the Seaâ—nimphs meetes To celebrate Achilles funeralls in sable robes in dismall festiuals Each wept whole flouâ—s of teares to wash his hearse whereon engrauen was a doleful verse That no hard hearted passenger came by but seeing it would sheede teares instantly Some made relation of his valiant spirit some of the glory which his acts did merit And wofull Brusis one amongst the rest being his captiue whom she loued best Emburied him with liquid streames of sorrow renewing griefe with each renewing morrow So did these louers louers too sincere rise ere the morning daystar could appeare Bewayling much their parents frowardnesse that kept them from the support of happinesse Happie if happy in enioying loue to see the Turtle billing with the Doue The skipping Kid the Goate the pensiue Hinde consorting each with other in their kinde Yet these two louers are debard from this what brute beasts haue they haue not but in wish And wishes yield small comfort poore releefe to such as are prest downe with heapes of griefe O that heauens splendor her translucent eie should see and seeing pietie miserie Yet suffer man to be oppres'd therewith Making him die a neuer dying death Or why should man endu'd with reasons light In his owne bowels harbour such a fight As may subuert the pallace of the soule ecclipsing it making her bewty foule Conuerting that by her depraued will as first seem'd good to some apparant ill Not gathering hony from each bitter flower of discontent nor reaping sweet of sower But in distractions passionate we run in headlong course till that we be vndone And then despairing we reside in woe shut vp in shelfes we know not where to goe The sillie Bee that labours in her hiue in her Hyblaean works addres'd to striue With nature in proportion seemes to make more for her selfe then nature for her sake In her digesting and disposing fit what she had gathered by her natiue wit â—he rests secure of loue worse hap haue we opprest with loue-sick passions then hath she But heauens haue so decreed this is our lotte Creatures that haue most reason most should dote Thus each ore-shadowing eu'ning shadowed hope ayming at loue loue was their onely scope At which they leuelled But 'las disdaine soaring aloft the frute of loue retaines Lockt from all comfort shut from sweete repose she to their parents doth their loue disclose Telling them how their children made repaire vnto a chinke which breath'd a cooling aire Yeelding content enough and they should see that ere long time Thysbe would frutefull bee Their parents stamp'd but Tymon most of all for hee was rich and feard his daughters fall Yet well he could haue brook'd her nuptiall bed if he were rich that should his daughter wed Fie on such Gould-adoring parentage that rests respectlesse both of youth and age Who measure loue by wealth are sure to haue Midas his eares depriu'd of what they craue They wrest their childrens minds to make them taste the sweet of Gold which works their baine at last m Thus parents are as vipers to their seed since they their venome in their bosomes feede Which like to Naptha that being once inflamed Burnes of it selfe and cannot be restrained But loue the more repressd the more confin'd encreaseth so much more in louers minde n For though their watchfull eies did still looke ore them Gods pittying their distres did more deplore them And Ioue himselfe yields soueraigne remedy to these two louers fraught with misery And well might Ioue yield comfort to their wounds since he his passions on like passions grounds For he though God did doate as well as man transforming Leda to a milke white Swan Ioue in his aiery throne with piercing eies these louers griefes from high Olimpus spies And spying them oppres'd pres'd downe with louing their humane passions force a diuine mouing You fruitfull sprigs sprung of a fruitfull tree I heare your plaints and I doe pittie yee That the ioynt tablet of two louing hearts should be deuided into seuerall parts Hard-hearted Parents made of Marble sure Or else they could not such distresse endure That their owne budding blossoms which did grow from their vnseasoned bosome should bestow Their oile their labour in affections straines yet kept in thraldome by their parents reynes But I that haue the Regiment aboue rules Cupids arrows knows the vse of loue I that haue poasted down from heauens high sphere to Danae Io and the milke-maides here And to Latona bewties sacred Queene yet to this hower as Ioue I nere was seene Nor euer knowen such was our diuine power transuming shapes of plants and roarie showers Will pittie your affections and apply Vnto your wounds are present remedy For we as men do naught of woemen craue but what they well may giue and we may haue If the oreshadowing cloudes whose duskie face obscures heauens splendor Sols refulgent grace If misty vapours foggy excrements thickned by mixture of grose elements If Heauen earth Sea plants stones or serpents may yield you content or can your woes allay Rely on me for Ioues high diademe was first ordained to succour wretched men And by the flagrant cresset of the Sunne we le either see your minds vnited one Or else my power shall contradict her selfe Making affection vassaile vnto pelfe VVhich were discordant musique harsher straines then ere Pan sung among his countrie swains For its not fit that hand-maids should command vs or subiect powers should in their acts withstand vs. Pelfe worlds trash in lowest ranke should sit loue as a Mistris framd to manage it For who will contemne the daie the night adore set best behinde and worst part before Ioue hauing in compassion seene their woes to o Hesperus the euening stâ—r he goes And bids her shew her light for by her aide she might yeeld succour to a helplesse maide Hesperus roused rous'd before her time in heauens horizon streight began to shine Ore cannoping heauens beawtie with a clowde all which by Ioue himselfe was well allowde Then wandring starrs in different dignity sent out their lights disparkled orderly Arctophilax begotten of the beare and Cassiopeia likewise did appeare The Pleiades Orion with the rest Castor and Pollux whom Ioue loued best All these consort and make one constellation at Ioues command for louers recreation The heauens be-sprinkled thus with sundry lights limit the day by bringing on the night To comfort wearied spirits spent with toyle whose troubled brains the night-time shuld
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
The water-nimphs replide with curtuous cheere they knew none such nor any did apeare But if it pleasd him they their springs would seeke exquire each bushie shade each priuate creeke To see if she were in their mansions hid which he assented to all which they did But when with watrie tripping they had sought both brake and brier yet could not finde her out Wearied with their diurnall labour left Pyramus sighing of all ioy bereâ—t Yet did these nimphes bemone his hard mishap for sitting downe vnder Nereus lap They turnd their Warbling strings to that sad straine that all the woods re-eccoed them againe Each in their order sung their dolefull verse as if it had been ouer Thysbes hearse And tun'd their odes with that vnseasoned time as that brute beasts to pittie did incline For they in sable colours did portend that their two loues were neere a tragick end Thus shadie night Sea-nimphs stars plan'ts all presage to them and to their loues a fall Yet Pyramus though sad for he was sad to haue those hopes extinguisht which he had Seeks still about the tombe sad tombe quoth hee that hides my loue so much admir'd of me Yet if thou wilt but tell me where she is I vow by Heauens I le pardon what 's amisse Yea I 'le remit thine error and thy wrong for keeping her within thy chest so long Say wilt thouâ— tell me what became of her Didst thou her bewty in thy shrine inter Didst thou immure her in thy marble toombe what makes thee silent bewty makes thee dumb Wilt thou so wrong a louer to conceale From him the mirrour of his ioy his weale His heart his liking euen the flower of youth and yet conceiues within thy heart no ruth Fie fie for shame i st fit that monuments should so ecclipse natures best ornaments As to obscure the glory of her face that where she is giues honor to the place Thou much abstracts from trophies Ninus won in doing that which he would nere haue done Thou lessens much the honour he obtained loosing that fame which Ninus conquests gained For what great gaine or conquest i' st t' haue said I haue possession of a countrey maide A young vnnurtur'd girle fit for men vnfit for liuelesse tombes which couer them This said this doting young man blind with louing thinking ould mouldy shrines had liuely mouing Mou'd with her loue whom he did more esteeme then any gem that ere on earth was seene But when he saw into his error well He seem'd those loue-sick passions to dispell And to repaire vnto his search againe seeking each couert each vnhaunted plaine Each thick-set hill each groue that he might finde the diapason of his troubled minde At last too soone by seeking long he found Thysbe not Thysbe but her tire on ground Vnhallowed ground vnseasoned her attire â— to crosse the passions of an hot desire Oh now conceiue what sorrows gall his brest to see the tire of her he loued best Be smeard with bloud for it all bloudy shews her sanguine colour tinctâ— with Lyons iawes Oft would hee looke vpon it and would kisse the tire besmear'd with blood wishing it his His fate his fortune to remaine with her since his long absence thus had iniur'd her How to remaine quoth he since she is dead oppress'd by death inclos'd in mourneful weede How should I liue with her whose life is gone and hath left me vnhappy me alone Die die with her with whom thou canst not liue For thou by dying shalt thy life repriue And haue her presence that enthroned is in perfect ioies of heauens Elisian blisse Yet stay awhile this is not Thysbes tire stay there fond wretch against thy tongue a lyer This was her roabe this was her comely weede which hauing lost her owner gins to bleede Oh Ioue what cause hadst thou thus to remoue two that had their intentions voud to loue Or why should thou this faire occasion show vs which being showne dost seeke for to vndoe vs Be gods so iron-hearted to require constant affection with a dismall spite A sharpe reuenge it is to set vs on and then to leaue vs when we are begun Did not high Ioue yeeld vs more hopes then these when he commanded Phoebus to sure ease For to diffuse his beames bidding him go retire in hast vnto the shades below Calling for Luna to supply his place shrowding heauens lustre with her clowdy face That our escape suspected lesse might be by the darke vaile of nights obscurity But heauens I see repine at our successe since Gods themselues by Fates haue shew'd no lesse To plunge my weale in woe my loue in teares producing nought but sighes and fruitlesse feares Thou harsh tun'd Nemesis thou tragicke ghost against whose acts my loue declaimeth most What cause hadst thou to sing this dolefull song vpon her herse that neuer did thee wrong She neuer raild against thy Soueraigne power but like an harmelesse doue a fragrant flower Flourish'd secure at home yeelding content by gracefull smiles a maids best ornament She neuer curb'd thy rage nor did she mell with ought but loue which made worst for her sell. But Fates haue made the instrument of sinne respectlesse of our losse so they may win The pretious spoyle of Thysbes bleeding soule whose sad mishap the plants themselues condole Yet thou remorselesse art ill may betide thee that wold haue none to loue that liue beside thee Yet for all this thou canst not me depriue of louing her whose life did mee reuiue For being dead I le rather chuse to die then liuing lose her loving company This said he takes her tyre and kissing it vpon the fountaine banks did water it With dewie moisture of still-flowing teares which being shed renuing drops appeares Teares liquefied the arbour where he sate which water nimphs perceiuing wondred at Oft would he beat his brest and teare his haire shutting his hopes in clouds of deepe despaire Oft would he curse the day the houre the night that banisht him from Thisbes gladsome sight Wishing that night had neuer beene descride for nere did night more harsh euents betide Oh Pyramus and then he sigh'd to speake for gusts of sorrow made his hart-strings breake What meant thou to allure a simple maid to these vvild woods her loue is well repaid That she should come vnto the place assignd and thou base coward come so farre behind Thou with a tardy pace came at thy leasure such slow-pac'd coursers ill deserue such pleasure Thou too precise made bones of what thou did such fond precisenes seldome hath good speed Shee to enioy her ioy cut off delay that she her minds perfection might display And with a course as quicke as Pegasus run ore these plaines to meet with Pyramus Which thou requited ill basest of men which time shall character with scandalls pen. A scandall to thy sexe and to thy state to leaue thy loue in deserts desolate Oh what mishap had she to
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
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
Parents cease to hate and make amends by solemne hests for their vntimely ends It is not fit that 52 death and enmity should wage their battaile euer mutually For none I know but when their foe is dead they scorne base enuy in their brests to feede But let vs to our worke and build vs bowres compos'd of fragrant blossomes and of flowers Hard by this tombe this herse this desert graue where we may giue what constant loue doth craue An ode displaying passion and relate the sad euent of loues vnhappy state Each nimph addresse her to her dolefull voice that we may charme the furies with our noise And draw their haplesse parents from their cell to heare the sadd Narration we shal tell So shall our first mornes mone performed bee in honour of these louers constancy Siluanor Threnodia IF any rurall God or poore swaine consecrate Leucothoes rod to this plaine This herse deckt with sable verse Shall commend Him as our friend Our springs or groues our straine Let your Temples sweet mixed be With perfumes let their feete embalmed be Then will we mutually Still expresse And confesse You deserue eternitie Venus with mirtlewand Cupid bow Pelops with his Iuory hand will bestow All in one to this stone To declare Loue is rare Loue that hath no painted show Ioue admires Thysbes face full of fauor Mirrha likes the striplings grace and behauiour Venus lippe Ios skippe Were both rare Yet both are In one Thysbe Ioue would haue her From Olympus Ioue espies Thysbes beauty Which no sooner he descries then in duety Cupids dart wounds his heart He by force Sues diuorse Iuno cannot please his fancy Thus did Thysbe liue and dye liue by dying Death confirmes her deity in applying To her shrine power diuine Which doth shew And renew Life anew renewed by dying This ode thus tuned in more dolefull sort Then any Musâ— of mine can make report Such errours made resound both farre and neere that these sad straines came to their parents eare They much pâ—rplex'd to heare such wofull newes vvhich floods of teares in their moist eies renues With speed they could which speed but easie was they made recourse vnto that forlorne place Teares trickled downe as drops from Aetas hil which with their streams ech hollow 53 caue did fill For woes exceeded more in that their Tombe had bard them hope of future ioys to come For they were old old folkes desire to see a good successe vnto their progeny But now no hope mishap had cross'd their hope e're to attaine at their desired scope Oh what 54 salt seas for seas they seem'd to be no drops but floods vvhich run incessantly From their dim eies for teares had made them dim which nere the lesse they took much pleasure in Oft would the Mother clip her Thysbe round vvhich lay all sencelesse on the bloudy ground And vvith a kisse as old vviues vse to doe her entire loue her withered lips did show Turne to thy Mother quoth he or receiue thy dolefull Mother in thy haplesse graue Acknowledge her that first aye me too soone brought thee to light vvhich is eclyps'd done I nourished thee and with a kind embrace made me an Idoll of that beauteous face For I conceiu'd deceiu'd I could not be No birth more perfect then the birth of thee Thus did the doting 55 trot deplore her fall with dropping nose faint breth more then them all That did attend her passion for the rest did more represse those passions she exprest Nor is it proper well I know that man should shed his teares with ease as women can For they more prompt to comfort yeeld releefe to such as are opprest with heapes of greefe And can conceale their sorrow as is fit knowing the meanes and way to bridle it They thus remaining ore their childrens graue the hatefull ground which did their corps receiue They did consult how they might expiate that wrong of theirs which they had done so late Which whilst they did aduise they straight did see their childrens vowes grauen in an Oliue tree Which were to this effect Surcease to mourne and place our seuerall ashes in one Vrne For whilst we liu'd we lou'd then since we dye let one poore vrne preserue our memory And let this day recorded bee by you and festiue kept eternise louers true Giue vpper hand to him for he was first respect with care our bones be not disperst Amongst vnhallowed reliques which will staine the glorious Trophies which our loue did gaine Bee not vnkind vnto your childrens loue but what they like let your consent approue For if your minds disposed so had beene this 〈…〉 glasse of woe you nere had seene But we forgiue forget so you performe what we haue wish'd we feast cease you to mourn These hestes these rites thus read without delay they sought their forepast guilt to take awaie And rinse their former ill by present good yeelding to loue which they before with-stood For admiration â— apt them and they saw no curbe could hold the reins of Venus lawe For she enioyn'd them loue which they obey'd which by no Parents wishes could be stai'd Each in their order did their obsequies with solemne rites as their last exequies Making a sire of Iuniper compos'd in which their louely corps seem'd well dispos'd Which were consum'd to ashes and conseru'd in one small 57 pot as wel their fame deseru'd This vrne poore vrne which kept their ashes sure was made of Brasse that it might ere endure And as a relique reliques then were vsed in 58 Nimrods Temple in a chest enclosed There was it put to which as some report all constant louers vs'd to make resort No marriage rite was to be consummate Before they did this relique inuocate That it would be propitious to their loue in signe whereof each gaue a Turtle-Doue To explicate their truth their constancie which they obseru'd for euer solemnly Thus were these two with honour wâ—ll rewarded their ashes as times Monuments regarded Kept and reseru'd for Fame Fame grac'd the earth in suffering Nature bring so faire a birth Into the world which world vnworthy was to haue two mirrors and to let them passe But time vnthankfull time too soone forgot the Gem she had as if she had it not Soild in the lustre lustre it had none depriu'd of Fame when her renowne was gone For Parents breathlesse were and with their birth by times succession were interr'd in earth In selfe-same earth for they desir'd to haue their childrens 59 hearse their vrne their comely graue Which hauing got men neuer did adore their sacred hearse as they had done before For lesse were they esteem'd so from that time nere any louer came vnto their shrine Yet to this day their pictures doe remaine in Marble wrought describing euery vaine Ech ruby blush mix'd with a crimson die with Thysbes smile decolour'd wantonly With face defac'd by times iniurious frowne hath shown more beauty theÌ„ my