fruit as any tree that springs Beleeue me Maiden yow no chastitie For maidens but imperfect creatures be Alas poore Boy quoth Marine haue the Fates Exempted no degrees are no estates Frâ—e from Loues rage Be rul'd vnhappy Swaine Call backe thy spirits and recollect againe Thy vagrant wits I tell thee for a truth Loue is a Syren that doth shipwracke youth Be well aduis'd thou entertainst a guest That is the Harbinger of all vnrest VVhich like the Vipers young that licke the earth Eat out the breeders wombe to get a birth Faith quoth the Boy I know there cannot be Danger in louing or inioying thee For what cause were things made and called good But to be loued If you vnderstood The Birds that prattle here you would know then As birds wooe birds maids should be woo'd of men But I want power to wooe since what was mine Is fled and lye as vassals at your shrine And since what 's mine is yours let that same moue Although in me you see nought worthy Loue. Marine about to speake forth of a sling Fortune to all misfortunes plyes her wing More quicke and speedy came a sharpned flint VVhich in the faire boyes necke made such a dint That crimson bloud came streaming from the wound And he fell downe into a deadly swound The bloud ran all along where it did fall And could not finde a place of buriall But where it came it there congealed stood As if the Earth loath'd to drinke guiltlesse blood Gold-haird Apollo Muses sacred King VVhose praise in Delphos Ile doth euer ring Physickes first founder whose Arts excellence Extracted Natures chiefest quintessence Vnwilling that a thing of such a worth Should so be lost straight sent a Dragon forth To fetch this bloud and he perform'd the same And now Apothecaries giue it name From him that fetcht it Doctors know it good In Physicks vse and call it Dragons bloudâ— Some of the bloud by chance did down-ward fall And by a veine goâ— to a Minerall VVhence came a Red decayed Dames infuse it VVith Vâ—â—ise â—eruse and for painting vse it Marine astonisht most vnhappy Maid O'er-coâ—â— with feare and at the view afraid Fell downe into a tranâ—â— eyes lost their sight VVhich being open made all darknesse light Hâ—r bloud ran to her heart or life to fâ—ed Or lothing to behold so vile a deed And as when VVinter doth the Earth array In siluer-sâ—ite and wheâ— the night and day Arâ— in dissention Night locks vp the ground VVhich by the helpe of day is oft vnbound A shepherds boy with bow and shafts addrest Ranging the fields hauing once pierc'd the brest Of some poore fowle doth with the blow straight rush To â—atch the Bird lyes panting in the Bush So cusâ—â— this striker iâ— vp Marine tooke And hastned with her to a neare-hand Brooke Old Shepherds saine old shepherds sooth haue sainâ— Two Riuers tooke their issue from the Maine Boâ—h neere together and each bent his â—acâ— VVhich of them both should first behold the face Oâ—â—adiant Phoebus One of them in gliding Clime'd on a Veine where Nirâ—â— had abiding The other loathing that her purer Waue Should be defil'd with that the Niter gaue Fled fast away the other follow'd fast Till both beene â—n a Rocke ymeâ— at last As seemed best the Rocke did first deliuer Out of his hollow sides the purer Riuer As if it taught those men in honour clad To helpe the vertuous and suppresse the bad Which gotten loose did softly glide away As men from earth to earth from sea to sea So Riuers run and that from whence both came Takes what she gaue Waueâ— Earth but leaues a name As waters haue their course in their place Succeeding streames will out so is mans race The Name doth still suruiue and cannot die Vntill the Channels stop on Spring grow day As I haue seene vpon a Bridall day Full many Maidâ— clad in their best array In honour of the Bride come with their Flaskets Fill'd full with flowers others in wicker-baskets Bring from the Marish Rushes to o'er-spread The ground where on to Church the Louers tread Whilst that the quâ—intest youth of all the Plaine Vshers their way with many a piping straine So as in ioy at this faire Riuers birth Triton came vp a Channell with his mirth And call'd the neighb'ring Nymphs each in her turne To poure their pretty Riuilets from their Vrne To wait vpon this new-deliuered Spring Some running through the Meadowes with them bring Cowslâ—p and Mint and 't is anothers lot To light vpon some Gardeners curious knot Whence she vpon her brest loues sweet repose Doth bring the Queene of flowers the English Rose Some from the Fenne bring Reeds Wilde-tyme from Downs Some froÌ„ a Groue the Bay that Poets crowns Some from an aged Rocke the Mosse hath torne And leaues him naked vnto winters storme Another from her bankes in meere good will Brings nutriment for fish the Camomill Thus all bring somewhat and doe ouer-spread The way the Spring vnto the Sea doth tread This while the Floud which yet the Rocke vp pent And suffered not with iocund merriment To tread rounds in his Spring came rushing forth As angry that his waues he thought of worth Should not haue libertie nor helpe the pryme And is some ruder Swaine composing ryme Spends many a gray Goose-quill vnto the handle Buries within his socket many a Candle Blot Paper by the quire and dries vp Inke As Xerxes Armie did whole Riuers drinke Hoping thereby his name his worke should raise That it should liue vntill the last of dayes Which finished he boldly doth addresse Him and his workes to vnder-goe the Presse When loe O Fate his worke not seeming fit To walke in equipage with better wit Is kept from light there gnawne by Moathes and wormes At which he frets Right so this Riuer stormes But broken forth As Tauy creepes vpon The Westerne vales of fertile Albion Here dashes roughly on an aged Rocke That his entended passage doth vp locke There intricately mongst the Woods doth wander Losing himselfe in many a wry Meander Here amorously bent clips some faire Mead And then disperst in rils doth measures tread Vpon her bosome 'mongst her flowry ranks There in another place beares downe the banks Of some day labouring wretch here meets a rill And with their forces ioyn'd cuts out a Mill Into an Iland then in iocund guise Suruayes his conquest laâ—ds his enterprise Here digs a Caue at some high Mountaines foot There vndermines an Oake teares vp his rooâ— Thence rushing to some Country-farme at hand Breaks o'er the Yeomans mounds sweepes from his lanâ— His Haruest hope of Wheat of Rye or Pease And makes that channell which was Shepherds least Here as our wicked age doth â—acriledge Helpes downe an Abbey then a naturall bridge By creeping vnder ground he frameth out As who should say he either went about To right the wrong he did or hid his face For hauing
's desired O that breath The cause of life should be the cause of death That who is shipwrackt on loues hidden shelfe Doth liuâ— to others dies vnto her selfe Why might not I attempt by Death as yet To gaine that freedome which I could not get Being hind'red heretofore a time as free A place as fit offers it selfe to me Whose seed of ill is growne to such a height That makes the earth groane to support his weight Who so is lull'd asleepe with Mida's treasures And onely feares by death to lose lifes pleasures Let them feare death but since my fault is such And onely fault that I haue lou'd too much On ioyes of life why should I stand for those Which I neere had I surely cannot lose Admit a while I to these thoughts consented Death can be but deferred not preuented Then raging with delay her teares that fell Vsher'd her way and she into a Well Straight-waies leapt after O! how desperation Attends vpon the minde enthral'd to passion The fall of her did make the God below Starting to wonder whence that noise should grow Whether some ruder Clowne in spight did fling A Lambe vntimely falne into his Spring And if it were he solemnly then swore His Spring should flow some other way no more Should it in wanton manner ere be seene To writhe in knots or giue a gowne of greene Vnto their Meadowes nor be seene to play Nor driue the Rushy-mils that in his way The Shepherds made but rather for their lot Send them red waters that their sheepe should rot And with such Moorish Springs embrace their field That it should nought but Mosse and Rushes yeeld Vpon each hillocke where the merry Boy Sits piping in the shades his Notes of ioy Hee 'd shew his anger by some floud at hand And turne the same into a running sand Vpon the Oake the Plumbe-tree and the Holme The Stock-doue and the Blackbird should not come Whose muting on those trees doe make to grow Rots curing Hyphear and the Misseltâ—â— Nor shall this helpe their sheep whose stomacks failes By tying knots of wooll neere to their tailes But as the place next to the knot doth die So shall it all the body mortifie Thus spake the God but when as in the water The corps came sinking downe he spide the matter And catching softly in his armes the Maid He brought her vp and hauing gently laid Her on his banke did presently command Those waters in her to come forth at hand They straight came gushing out and did contest Which chiefly should obey their Gods behest This done her then pale lips he straight held ope And from his siluer haire let fall a drop Into her mouth of such an excellence That call'd backe life which grieu'd to part from thence Being for troth assur'd that then this one She ne'er possest a fairer mansion Then did the God her body forwards steepe And cast her for a while into a sleepe Sitting still by her did his full view take Of Natures Master-peece Here for her sake My Pipe in silence as of right shall mourne Till from the watring we againe returne THE SECOND SONG THE ARGVMENT Obliuions Spring and Dory's loue With faire Marina's rape first moâ—e Mine Oaten Pipe which after sings The birth of two renowned Springs NOw till the Sunne shall leaue vs to our rest And Cynthia haue her Brothers place possest I shall goe on and first in diffring stripe The floud-Gods speech thus tune on Oaten Pipe Or mortall or a power aboue I â—â—rag'd by Fury or by Loue Or both I know not such a deed Thou would'st effected that I bleed To thinke thereon alas poore elfe What growne a traitour to thy selfe This face this haire this hand so pure Were not ordain'd for nothing sure Nor was it meant so sweet a breath Should be expos'd by such a death But rather in some louers brest Be giuen vp the place that best Befits a louer yeeld his soule Nor should those mortals ere controule The Gods that in their wisdome sage Appointed haue what Pilgrimage Each one should runne and why should men A bridge the iourney set by them But much I wonder any wight If he did turne his outward sight Into his inward dar'd to act Hâ—r death whose body is compact Of all the beauties euer Nature Laid vp in store for earthly creature No sauage beast can be so cruell To rob the earth of such a Iewell Rather the stately Vnicorne Would in his breast enraged scorne That Maids committed to his charge By any beast in Forrest large Should so be wronged Satyres rude Durst not attempt or ere intrude With such a minde the flowry balkes Where harmlesse Virgins haue their walkes Would she be won with me to stay My waters should bring from the Sea The Corrall red as tribute due And roundest pearles of Orient hue Or in the richer veines of ground Should seeke for her the Diamond And whereas now vnto my Spring They nothing else but grauell bring They should within a Mine of Gold â—n piercing manner long time hold And hauing it to dust well wrought By them it hither should be brought With which I le paue and ouer-spread My bottome where her foot shall tread The best of Fishes in my flood Shall giue themselues to be her food The Trout the Dace the Pike the Brâ—am The Eele that loues the troubled streame The Millers thombe the hiding Loach The Perch the euer-nibling Roach The Shoats with whom is Tanie fraught The foolish Gudgâ—on quickly caught And last the little Minnow-fish Whose chiefe delight in grauell is In right she cannot me despise Because so low mine Empire lies For I could tell how Natures store Of Maiesty appeareth more In waters then in all the rest Of Elements It seem'd herbest To giue the waues most strength and power For they doe swallow and deuoure The earth the waters quench and kill The flames of fire and mounting still Vp in the aire are seene to be As challenging a Seignorie Within the heauens and to be one That should haue like dominion They be a seeling and a floore Of clouds caus'd by the vapours store Arising from them vitall spirit By which all things their life inherit From them is stopped kept asunder And what 's the reason else of Thunder Of lightnings flashes all about That with such violence breake out Causing such troubles and such iarres As with it selfe the world had warres And can there any thing appeare More wonderfull then in the aire Congealed waters oft to spie Continuing pendant in the Skie Till falling downe in haile or snow They make those mortall wights below To runne and euer helpe desire From his for Element the fire Which fearing then to come abroad Within doores maketh his aboad Or falling downe oft time in raine Doth giue greene Liueries to the plaine Make Shepheards Lambs fit for the dish And giueth nutriment to fish Which nourisheth all things of worth The earth
produceth and brings forth And therefore well considering The nature of it in each thing As when the teeming earth doth grow So hard that none can plow nor â—ow Her breast it doth so mollifie That it not onely comes to be More easie for the share and Oxe But that in Haruest times the shocks Of Ceres hanging eared corne Doth fill the Houell and the Barne To Trees and Plants I comfort giue By me they fructifie and liue For first ascending from beneath Into the Skie with liuely breath I thence am furnish'd and bestow The same on Herbs that are below So that by this each one may see I cause them spring and multiply Who seeth this can doe no lesse Then of his owne accord confesse That notwithstanding all the strength The earth enioyes in breadth and length She is beholding to each streame And hath receiued all from them Her loue to him she then must giue By whom her selfe doth chiefly liue This being spoken by this waters God He straight-way in his hand did take his rod And stroke it on his banke wherewith the flood Did such a roaring make within the wood That straight the Nymph who then sate on her shore Knew there was somewhat to be 〈…〉 And therefore hasting to her Brothers Spring She spide what caus'd the waters ecchoing Saw where faire Marine fast asleepe did lie Whilst that the God still viewing her sate by Who when he saw his Sister Nymph draw neare He thus gan tune his voice vnto her eare My fairest Sister for we come Both from the swelling Tâ—eâ—is wombe The reason why of late I strooke My ruling wand vpon my Brooke Was for this purpose Late this Maid Which on my banke asleepe is laid Was by her selfe or other wight Cast in my spring and did affright With her late fall the fish that take Their chiefest pleasure in my Lake Of all the Fry within my deepe None durst out of their dwellings peepe The Trout within the weeds did sâ—â—d The Eele him hid within the mud Yea from this feare I was not free For as I musing sate to see How that the prettie Pibbles round Came with my Spring from vnder ground And how the waters issuing Did make them dance about my Spring The noise thereof did me appall That starting vpward therewithall I in my armes her bodie caught And both to light and life her brought Then cast her in a sleepe you see But Brother to the cause quoth she Why by your raging waters wilde Am I here called â— Thetis childe Replide the God for thee I sent That when her time of sleepe is spent I may commit her to thy gage Since women best know womens rage Meane while faire Nymph accompanie My Spring with thy sweet harmonie And we will make her soule to take Some pleasure which is said to wake Although the body hath his rest She gaue consent and each of them addrest Vnto their part The watrie Nymph did sing In manner of a prettie questioning The God made answer to what she propounded Whilst from the Spring a pleasant musicke sounded Making each shrub in silence to adore them Taking their subiect from what lay before them Nymph WHat 's that compact of earth infus'd with aire A â—ertâ—ine made full with vncertainties Sway'd by the motion of each seuerall Spheare Who 's 〈◊〉 with nought but infelicities Endures nor heat nor cold is like a Swan That this houre sings next dies God It is a Man Nymph What 's be borne to be sicke so alwaies dying That 's guided by ineuitable Fate That comes in weeping and that goes out crying Whose Kalender of woes is still in date Whose life 's a bubble 〈◊〉 length a span A consorâ— still in discorded God T is a man Nymph What 's hee whose thoughts are still â—uell'd in th' euent Though 〈◊〉 for lawfull by an opposite Hath all things fleeting nothing permanent And at 〈…〉 weares still a Parasite Hath friends in wealth or wealthie friends who caâ— In want proue meere illusions God T is a Man Nymph What 's he that what he is not striues to seemâ— Thus 〈◊〉 support an Atlas weight of care That of an outward good doth best esteeme And looketh not within how solid they are That doth not vertuous but the 〈…〉 Learning and worth by wealth God It is â— Man Nymph What 's that possessor which of good makes had And what is worst makes choice still for the best That grieueth most to thinke of what he had And of his chiefest lâ—sse accounteth 〈◊〉 That doth not what he ought but what he can Whos 's fancio's euer boundlesse God T is a man Nymph But what is it wherein Dame Nature wrought The best of works the onely frame of Heauen And hauing long to finde a present sought Wherein the worlds whole beautie might be giuen She did resolue in it all arts to summon To ioine with Natures framing God T is this Woman Nymph If beautie be a thing to be admired And if admiring draw to it affection And what we doe affect is most desired What wight is he to loue denies subiection And can his thoughts within himselfe confine Marine that waking lay said Celandine He is the man that hates which some admire He is the wight that loathes whom most desire 'T is onely he to loue denies subiecting And but himselfe thinkes none is worth affecting Vnhappy me the while accurst my Fate That Nature giues no loue where she gaue hate The watrie Rulers then perceiued plaine Nipt with the Winter of loues frost Disdaine This Non-par-el of beautie had beene led To doe an act which Enuie pitied Therefore in pitie did conferre together What Physicke best might cure this burning Feuer At last found out that in a Groue below Where shadowing Sicamours past number grow A Fountaine takes his iourney to the Maine Whose liquors nature was so soueraigne Like to the wondrous Well and famous Spring Which in Boetia hath his issuing That whoso of it doth but onely taste All former memorie from him doth waste Not changing any other worke of Nature But doth endow the drinker with a feature More louely faire Medea tooke from hence Some of this water by whose quintessence Aeson from age came backe to youth This knowne The God thus spake Nymph be thine owne And after mine This Goddesse here For shee s no lesse will bring thee where Thou shalt acknowledge Springs haue doe As much for thee as any one Which ended and thou gotten free If thou wilt come and liue with me No Shepherds daughter nor his wife Shall boast them of a better life Meane while I leaue thy thoughts at large Thy body to my sisters charge Whilst I into my Spring doe diue To see that they doe not depriue The Meadowes neere which much doe thirst Thus heated by the Sunne May first Quoth Marine Swaines giue Lambs to thee And may thy Floud haue seignorie Of all Flouds else and to thy
and liue here agen Not Hybla mountaine in the iocund prime Vpon her many bushes of sweet Thyme Shewes greater number of industrious Bees Then were the Birds that sung there on the trees Like the trim windings of a wanton Lake That doth his passage through a Meadow make Ran the delightfull Vally 'tweene two Hils From whose rare trees the precious Balme distils And hence Apollo had his simples good That cur'd the Gods hurt by the Earths ill brood A Crystall Riuer on her bosome slid And passing seem'd in sullen muttrings chid The artlesse Songsters that their Musicke still Should charme the sweet Dale and the wistfull Hill Not suffering her shrill waters as they run Tun'd with a whistling gale in Vnison To tell as high they priz'd the brodred Vale As the quicke Lennâ—s or sweet Nightingale Downe from a steepe Rocke came the water first Where lusty Satyres often quench'd their thirst And with no little speed seem'd all in haste Till iâ— the louely bottome had embrac'd Then as intranâ—'d to heare the sweet Birds sing In curled whirlpooles she her course doth bring As lâ—th to leaue the songs that lull'd the Dale Or waiting time when she and some soft gale Should speake what true delight they did possesse Among the rare flowres which the Vally dresse But since those quaint Musitians would not stay Nor suffer any to be heard but they Much like a little â—ad who gotten new To play his part amongst a skilfull crew Of choise Musitians on some softer string That is not heard the others fingering Drowning his Art the boy would gladly get Applause with others that are of his Set. And therefore strikes a stroke loud as the best And often desâ—ants when his fellowes rest That to be heard as 〈◊〉 â—ingers doe Spoiles his owne Musickâ— and his partners too So at the furtâ—er end the waters fell From off an 〈◊〉 bancke downe a lowly Dell As they had vow'd ere passing from that ground The Birds should be inforc'd â—o heare their sound No small delight the Shepherds tooke to see A coombe so dight in Floraâ—iuery â—iuery Where faire Feronia honour'd in the Woods And all the Deities that haunt the floods With powrefull Nature stroue to 〈◊〉 a plot Whoâ—â— like the sweet Arcadia yeelded nor Downe through the arched wood the Shepherds wend And seeke all places that might helpe their end When comming neere the bottome of the hill A deepe fetch'd sigh which seem'd of power to kill The brest that held it pierc'd the listning wood Whereat the eare still Swaines no longer stood Where they were looking on a tree whose 〈◊〉 A Loue knot held which two ioyn'd hearts the winde But searching round vpon an aged foot Thicke linde with moste which though to little boot Seem'd as a shelter it had lending beene Against cold Winters stormes and wreakfull teene Or clad the stocke in Summer with that hue His withered branches not a long time knew For in his hollow truncke and perish'd graine The Cuckow now had many a Winter laine And thriuing Pismires laid their egges in store The Dormouse slept there and a many more Here sate the Lad of whom I thinke of old Virgils prophetique spirit had foretold Who whilst Dame Nature for her cunnings sake A male or female doubted which to make And to adorne him more then all assaid This pritty youth was almost made a Maid Sadly he sate and as would griefe alone As if the Boy and Tree had beene but one Whilst downe neere boughs did drops of Amber creepâ— As if his sorrow made the trees to weepe If euer this were true in Ouids Verse That teares haue powre an Adamant to pierce Or moue things void of sense 't was here approu'd Thâ—ngs vegetatiue once his teares haue mou'd Surely the stones might well be drawne in pitty To burst that he should mone as for a Ditty To come and range themselues in order all And of their owne accord raise Thebes a wall Or else his teares as did the others song Might haue th'attractiue power to moue the throng Of all the Forrests Citizens and Woods With eu'ry Denizon of Ayre and Floods To sit by him and grieue to leaue their iarres Their strifes dissentions and all ciuill warres And though else disagreeing in this one Mourning for him should make an Vnion For whom the heauens would weare a sable sute If men beasts fishes birds trees stones were mute His eyes were fixed rather fixed Starres With whom it seem'd his teares had beene in warres The diff'rence this a hard thing to descry Whether the drops were clearest or his eye Teares fearing conquest to the eye might fall An inundation brought and drowned all Yet like true Vertue from the top of State Whose hopes vile Enuie hath seene ruinate Being lowly cast her goodnesse doth appeare Vncloath'd of greatnesse more apparant cleere So though deiected yet remain'd a feature Made sorrow sweet plac'd in so sweet a creature The test of misery the truest is In that none hath but what is surely his His armes a crosse his sheepe-hooke lay beside him Had Venus pass'd this way and chanc'd t' haue spide him With open brest locks on his shoulders spred She would haue sworne had she not seene him dead It was Adonis or if e're there was Held transmigration by Pithagoras Of soules that certaine then her lost-loues spirit A fairer body neuer could inherit His Pipe which often wont vpon the Plaine To sound the Dorian Phrygian Lydian straine Lay from his Hooke and Bagge cleane cast apart And almost broken like his Masters heart Yet till the two kinde Shepherds neere him stept I finde he nothing spake but that he wept Cease gentle Lad quoth Remond let no teare Cloud those sweet beauties in thy face appeare Why dost thou call-on that which comes alone And will not leaue thee till thy selfe art gone Thou maist haue griefe when other things are rest thee All else may slide away this still is left thee And when thou wantest other company Sorrow will euer be embracing thee But fairest Swaine what cause hast thou of woe Thou hast a well-fleec'd flocke seed to and fro His sheepe along the Vally that time fed Not â—arre from him although vnfollowed What doe thy Ewes abortiues bring or Lambs For want of milke seeke to their fellowes Dams No gryping Land-lord hath inclos'd thy walkes Nor â—oyling Plowman furrow'd them in balkes Ver hath adorn'd thy Pastures all in greene With Clouer-grasse as fresh as may be seene Cleare gliding Springs refresh thy Meadowes heat Meads promise to thy charge their winter-meat And yet thou grieu'st Oâ— had some Swains thy store Their Pipes should tell the Woods they ask'd no more Or haue the Parca with vnpartiall knife Lefâ— some friends body tenantlesse of life And thou bemoan'st that Fate in his youths morne Ore-cast with clouds his light but newly borne Count not how many yeares he is bereau'd But those which he possest and had receiu'd
with idle words O heauen quoth I where is the place affords A friend to helpe or any heart that ruth The most deiected hopes of wronged Truth Truth quoth the Miller plainly for our parts I and the Weauer hate thee with our hearts The strifes you raise I will not now discusse Betweene our honest Customers and vs But get you gone for sure you may despaire Of comfort here seeke it some other-where Maid quoth the Tayler we no succour owe you For as I guesse her 's none of vs doth know you Nor my remembrance any thought can seize That I haue euer seene you in my dayes Seene you nay therein confident I am Nay till this time I neuer heard your name Excepting once and by this token chiefe My neighbour at that instant cald me thieâ—e By this you see you are vnknowne among vs We cannot help you though your stay may wrong vs. Thus went I on and further went in woe For as shrill sounding Fame that 's neuer slow Growes in her going and increaseth more Where she is now then where she was before So Griefe that neuer healthy euer sicke That froward Scholler to Arethmeticke Who doth Diuision and Substraction flie And chiefly learnes to adde and multiply In longest iourneys hath the strongest strength And is at hand supprest vnquaild at length Betweene two hils the highest Phoebus sees Gallantly crownd with large Skie-kissing trees Vnder whose shade the humble vallies lay And Wilde-Bores from their dens their gambols play There lay a graueld walke ore-growne with greene Where neither tract of man nor beast was seene And as the Plow-man when the land he tils Throwes vp the fruitfull earth in ridged hils Betweene whose Chouron forme he leaues a balke So twixt those hils had Nature fram'd this walke Not ouer-darke nor light in angles bending And like the gliding of a Snake descending All husht and silent as the mid of night No chattring Pie nor Crow appear'd in sight But further in I heard tho Turtle-Doue Singing sad Dirges on her lifelesse Loue. Birds that compassion from the rocks could bring Had onely license in that place to sing Whose dolefull noates the melancholly Cat Close in a hollow tree sate wondring at And Trees that on the hill-side comely grew When any little blast of Aeol blew Did nod their curled heads as they would be The Iudges to approue their melody Just halfe the way this solitary Groue A Crystall Spring from either hill-side stroue Which of them first should wooe the meeker ground And make the Pibbles dance vnto their sound But as when children hauing leaue to play And neare their Masters eye sport out the day Beyond condition in their childish toyes Oft vex their Tutor with too great a noyse And make him send some seruant out of doore To cease their clamour lest they play no more So when the prettie Rill a place espies Where with the Pibbles she would wantonize And that her vpper streame so much doth wrong her To dâ—iue her thence and let her play no longer If she with too loud mutt'ring ran away As being much incens'd to leaue her play A westerne milde and pretty whispering gale Came dallying with the leaues along the dale And seem'd as with the water it did chide Because it ran so long vnpacifide Yea and me thought it bade her leaue that coyle Or he would choake her vp with leaues and soyle Whereat the riuelet in my minde did weepe And hurl'd her head into a silent deepe Now he that guides the Chariot of the Sunne Vpon th' Eclipticke Circle had so runne That his brasse-hoos'd fire-breathing horses wan The stately height of the Meridian And the day-lab'ring man who all the morne Had from the quarry with his Pick-axe torne A large well squared stone which he would cut To serue his stile or for some water-shut Seeing the 〈◊〉 preparing to decline Tooke out his Bag and sate him downe to dine When by 〈◊〉 yet not steepe descent I gain'd a place ne'er Poet did inuent The like for sorrow not in all this Round A fitter seat â—or passion can be found As when a dainty Fount and Crystall Spring Got newly from the earths imprisoning And ready prest some channell cleere to win Is round his rise by Rockes immured in And from the thirsty earth would be with-held Till to the Cesterne top the waues haue swell'd But that a carefull Hinde the Well hath found As he walkeâ— sadly through his parched ground Whose patience suffring not his land to stay Vntill the water o'er the Cesterne play He gets a Picke-axe and with blowes so stout Digs on the Rocke that all the groues about Resound his stroke and still the rocke doth charge Till he hath made a hole both long and large Whereby the waters from their prison run To close earths gaping wounds made by the Sun So through these high rais'd hils embracing round This shady sad and solitary ground Some power respecting one whose heauy mone Requir'd a place to sit and weepe alone Had cut a path whereby the grieued wight Might freely take the comfort of this Scyte About the edges of whose roundly forme In order grew such Trees as doe adorne The sable hearse and sad forsaken mate And Trees whose teares their losse commiserate Such are the Cypresse and the weeping Myrrhe The dropping Amber and the refin'd Fyrrhe The bleeding Vine the watry Sicamour And Willough for the forlorne Paramour In comely distance vnderneath whose shade Most neat in rudenesse Nature arbors made Some had a light some so obscure a seat Would entertaine a sufferance ne'er so great Where grieued wights sate as I after found Whose heauy hearts the height of sorrow crown'd Wailing in saddest tunes the doomes of Fate On men by vertue cleeped fortunate The first note that I heard I soone was won To thinke the sighes of faire Endymion The subiect of whose mournfull heauy lay Was his declining with faire Cynthia Next him a great man sate in woe no lesse Teares were but barren shadowes to expresse The substance of his griefe and therefore stood Distilling from his heart red streames of blood He was a Swaine whom all the Graces kist A braue heroicke worthy Martialist Yet on the Downes he oftentimes was seene To draw the merry Maidens of the Greene With his sweet voyce Once as he sate alone He sung the outrage of the lazy Drone Vpon the lab'ring Beâ— in straines so rare That all the flitting Pinnionists of ayre Attentiue satâ— and in their kindes did long To learne some Noat from his well-timed Song Exiled Naso from whose golden pen The Muses did distill delights for men Thus sang of Cepâ—â—us whose name was worne Within the bosome of the blushing Morne He had a darâ— was neuer set on wing But death flew with it he could neuer fling But life fled from the place where stucke the head A Hunters frolicke life in Woods he lead In separation from his yoaked Mate Whose
dangers manifold Is by a fau'ring winde drawne vp the Mast Whence he descries his natiue soile at last For whose glad sight he gets the hatches vnder And to the Ocean tels his ioy in thunder Shaking those Barnacles into the Sea At once that in the wombe and cradle lay When sodainly the still inconstant winde Masters before that did attend behinde And growes so violent that he is faine Command the Pilot stand to Sea againe Lest want of Sea-roome in a Channell streight Or casting Anchor might cast o're his freight Thus gentle Muse it happens in my Song A iourney tedious for a strength so young I vnder-tooke by siluer-seeming Floods Past gloomy Bottomes and high-wauing Woods Climb'd Mountaines where the wanton Kidling dallies TheÌ„ with soft steps enseal'd the meekned Vallies In quest of memory and had possest A pleasant Garden for a welcome rest No sooner then a hundred Theames come on And hale my Barke a-new for Helicon Thrice sacred Powers if sacred Powers there be Whose milde aspect engyrland Poesie Yee happy Sisters of the learned Spring Whose heauenly notes the Woods are rauishing Braue Thespian Maidens at whose charming layes Each Mosse-thrumb'd Mountaine bends each Current playes Pâ—ërian Singers O yee blessed Muses Who as a Iem too deare the world refuses Whose truest louers neuer clip with age O be propitious in my Pilgrimage Dwell on my lines and till the last sand fall Run hand in hand with my weake Pastorall Cause euery coupling cadence flow in blisses And fill the world with enuy of such kisses Make all the rarest Beauties of our Clyme That â—eigne a sweet looke on my younger ryme To linger on each lines inticing graces As on their Louers lips and chaste imbraces Through rouling trenches of self-drowning waues Where stormy gusts throw vp vntimely graues By billowes whose white some shew'd angry mindes For not out-roaring all the high-rais'd windes Into the euer-drinking thirsty Sea By Rockes that vnder water hidden lay To ship wracke passengers so in some den Theeues bent to robbry watch way-faring men Fairest Marina whom I whilome sung In all this tempest violent though long With out all sense of danger lay asleepe Till tossed where the still inconstant deepe With wide spred armes stood ready for the tender Of daily tribute that the swolne floods render Into her Chequer whence as worthy Kings She helpes the wants of thousands lesser Springs Here waxt the windes dumbe shut vp in their caues As still as mid-night were the sullen waues And Neptunes siluer-euer-shaking brest As smooth as when the Halâ—yon builds her nest None other wrinckles on his face were seene Then on a fertile Mead or sportiue Greene Where neuer Plow-share ript his mothers wombe To giue an aged seed a liuing tombe Nor blinded Mole the bathing earth ere stir'd Nor Boyes made Pit-fals for the hungry Bird. The whistling Reeds vpon the waters side Shot vp their sharpe heads in a stately pride And not a binding Ozyer bow'd his head But on his root him brauely carryed No dandling leafe plaid with the subtill aire So smooth the Sea was and the Skie so faire Now with his hands in stead of broad-palm'd Oares The Swaine attempts to get the shell-strewd shores And with continuall lading making way Thrust the small Boat into as faire a Bay As euer Merchant wisht might be the rode Wherein to ease his sea-torne Vessels lode It was an Iland hugg'd in Neptunes armes As tendring it against all forraigne harmes And Mona height so amiably faire So rich in soyle so healthfull in her aire So quicke in her increase each dewy night Yeelding that ground as greene as fresh of plight As 't was the day before whereon then fed Of gallant Steeres full many a thousand head So deckt with Floods so pleasant in her Groues So full of well-fleec'd Flockes and fatned Droues That the braue issue of the Troian line Whose worths like Diamonds yet in darknesse shine Whose deeds were sung by learned Bards as hye In raptures of immortall Poesie As any Nations since the Grecian Lads Were famous made by Homers Iliads Those braue heroicke spirits twixt one another Prouerbially call Mona Cambria's Mother Yet Cambria is a land from whence haue come Worthies well worth the race of Ilium Whose true desert of praise could my Muse touch I should be proud that I had done so much And though of mighty Brute I cannot boast Yet doth our warlike strong Deuonian coast Resound his worth since on her waue-worne strand He and his Troians first set foot on land Strooâ—e Saile and Anchor cast on Totnes shore Though now no Ship can ride there any more In â—h'Ilands Rode the Swain now moares his Boaâ— Vnto a Willow lest it outwards float And with a rude embracement taking vp The Maid more faire then She that fill'd the cup Of the great Thunderer wounding with her eyes More hearts then all the troopes of Deities He wades to shore and sets her on the sand That gently yeelded when her foot should land Where bubling waters through the pibbles fleet As if they stroue to kisse her slender feet Whilst like a wretch whose cursed hand hath tane The sacred reliques from a holy Phane Feeling the hand of heauen inforcing wonder In his returne in dreadfull cracks of thunder Within a bush his Sacriledge hath left And thinkes his punishment freed with the theft So fled the Swaine from one had Neptune spide At halfe an ebbe he would haue forc'd the Tyde To swell anew whereon his Carre should sweepe Deckt with the riches of th'vnsounded deepe And he from thence would with all state on shore To wooe this beautie and to wooe no more Diuine Electra of the Sisters seuen That beautifie the glorious Orbe of heauen When Iliums stately towres serv'd as one light To guide the Rauisher in vgly night Vnto her virgin beds with-drew her face And neuer would looke downe on humane race Til this Maids birth since wheÌ„ some power hath won her By often fits to shine as gazing on her Grim Saturnes son the dread Olimpicke Ioue That dark't three dayes to frolicke with his Loue Had he in Alâ—men's stead clipt this faire wight The world had slept in euerlasting night For whose sake onely had she liued then Deucalious flood had neuer rag'd on men Nor Phaëton perform'd his fathers duty For feare to rob the world of such a beauty In whose due praise a learned quill might spend Houres daies months yeeres and neuer make an end What wretch inhumaneâ— or what wilder blood Suckt in a desert from a Tygers brood Could leaue her so disconsolate but one Bred in the wasts of frost-bit Calydon For had his veynes beene heat with milder ayre He had not wrong'd so foule a Maid so faire Sing on sweet Muse and whilst I feed mine eyes Vpon a Iewell and vnvalued prize As bright a Starre a Dame as faire as chaste As eye beheld or shall till Natures last Chat me her
quicke senses and with raptures sweet Make her affection with your cadence meet And if her gracefull tongue admire one straine It is the best reward my Pipe would gaine In lieu whereof in Laurell-worthy rimes Her Loue shall liue vntill the end of times And spight of age the last of dayes shall see Her Name embalm'd in sacred Poesie Sadly alone vpon the aged rocks Whom Thetis grac'd in washing oft their locks Of branching Sampire sate the Maid o'retaken With sighes and teares vnfortunate forsaken And with a voice that floods froÌ„ rocks would borrow She thus both wept and sung her noates of sorrow Iâ— Heauen be deafe and will not heare my cries But addes new daies to adde new miseries Heare then ye troubled Waues and flitting Gales That coole the bosomes of the fruitfull Vales Lend one a flood of teares the other winde To weepe and sigh that Heauen is so vnkinde But if ye will not spare of all your store One teare or sigh vnto a wretch so poore Yet as ye trauell on this spacious Round Through Forrests Mountains or the Lawny ground If 't happ ' you see a Maid weepe forth her woe As I haue done Oh bid her as ye goe Not lauish teares for when her owne are gone The world is flinty and will lend her none If this be eke deni'd O hearken then Each hollow vaulted Rocke and crooked Den And if within your sides one Eccho be Let her begin to rue my destinie And in your cleâ—ts her plainings doe not smother But let that Ecchoâ—each â—each it to another Till round the world in sounding coombe and plaine The last of them tell it the first againe Of my sad Fate so shall they neuer lin But where one ends another still begin Wretch that I am my words I vainly waste Eccho of all woes onely speake the last And that 's enough for should she vtter all As at Medusa's head each heart would fall Into a â—linty substance and repine At no one griefe except as great as mine No carefull Nurse would wet her watchfull eye When any pang should gripe her infantry Nor though to Nature it obedience gaue And kneeld to doe her Homage in the graue Would she lament her suckling from her torne Scaping by death those torments I haue borne This sigh'd she wept low leaning on her hand Hâ—r briny teares downe rayning on the sand Which seene by them that sport it in the Seas Oh Dolphins backes the faire Nerâ—ides They came on shore and slily as they fell Conuai'd each teare into an Oyster-shell And by some power that did affect the Girles Transform'd those liquid drops to orient Pearles And strew'd them on the shore for whose rich prize In winged Pines the Roman Colonies Flung through the deepe Abysse to our white rocks For Iems to decke their Ladyes golden lockes Who valew'd them as highly in their kinds As those the Sun-burnt Aethiopian finds Long on the shore distrest Marina lay For he that ope's the pleasant sweets of May Beyond the Noon-stead so farre droue his teame That Haruest-folkes with curds and clouted creame With cheese and butter cakes and cates enow That are the Yeomans from the yoake or Cowe On sheafes of corne were at their noonshuns close Whilst by them merrily the Bag-pipe goes Ere from her hand she lifted vp her head Where all the Graces then inhabited When casting round her ouer-drowned eyes So haue I seene a Iem of mickle price Roule in a Scallop-shell with water fild She on a marble rocke at hand behild In Characters deepe cut with Iron stroke A Shepherds moane which read by her thus spoke Glide soft ye siluer Floods And euery Spring Within the shady Woods Let no Bird sing Nor from the Groue a Turtle Doue Be seene to couple with her loue But silence on each Dale and Mountaine dwell Whilst WILLY bids his friend and ioy Farewell But of great Thetis traine Yee Mermaids faire That on the shores doe plaine Your Sea-greene haire As ye in tramels knit your locks Weepe yee and so inforce the rocks In heauy murmures through the broad shores tell How WILLY bade his friend and ioy Farewell Cease cease yee murdring winds To moue a waue But if with troubled minds You seeke his graue Know 't is as various as your selues Now in the deepe then on the shelues His coffin toss'd by fish and surges fell Whilst WILLY weepes and bids all ioy Farewell Had he Arion like Beene iudg'd to drowne Hee on his Lute could strike So rare a sowne A thousand Dolphins would haue come And ioyntly striue to bring him home But he on Ship-boord dide by sicknesse fell Since when his WILLY bade all ioy Farewell Great Neptune heare a Swaine His Coffin take And with a golden chaine Por pittie make It fast vnto a rocke neere land Where eu'ry calmy morne I le stand And ere one sheepe out of my fold I tell Sad WILLY'S Pipe shall bid his friend Farewell Ah heauy Shepherd who so ere thou be Quoth faire Marina I doe pitty thee For who by death is in a true friend crost Till he be earth he halfe himselfe hath lost More happy deeme I thee lamented Swaine Whose body lies among the scaly traine Since I shall neuer thinke that thou canst dye Whilst WILLY liues or any Poetry For well it seemes in versing he hath skill And though he ayded from the sacred Hill To thee with him no equall life can giue Yet by his Pen thou maist for euer liue With this a beame of sudden brightnesse flyes Vpon her face so dazeling her cleere eyes That neither flowre nor grasse which by her grew She could discerne cloath'd in their perfect hue For as a Wag to sport with such as passe Taking the Sun-beames in a Looking-glasse Conuayes the Ray into the eyes of one Who blinded either stumbles at a stone Or as he dazeled walkes the peopled streets Is ready iustling euery man he meets So then Apollo did in glory cast His bright beames on a rocke with gold enchast And thence the swift reflection of their light Blinded those eyes The chiefest Stars of night When streight a thick-swolne Cloud as if it sought In beauties minde to haue a thankfull thought Inuail'd the lustre of great Titans Carre And she beheld from whence she sate not farre Cut on a high-brow'd Rocke in laid with gold This Epitaph and read it thus enrold In dâ—pth of waues long hath ALEXIS slept So choicest Iewels are the closest kept Whose death the land had seene but it appeares To counterâ—aile his losse men wanted teares So here he lyes whose Dirge each Mermaid sings For whom the Clouds weepe raine the Earth her springs Her eyes these lines acquainted with her minde Had scarcely made when o're the hill behinde She heard a woman cry Ah well-a-day What shall I doe goe home or flye or stay Admir'd Marina rose and with a pace As gracefull as the Goddesses did trace O're stately Ida when fond Paris doome
follow'd still by others from their spring And in the Sea haue all their burying Right so our times are knowne our ages found Nothing is permanent within this Round One age is now another that succeeds Extirping all things which the former breeds Another followes that doth new times raise New yeers new months new weeks new houres new daies Mankinde thus goes like Riuers from their spring And in the Earth haue all their burying Thus sate the old man counselling the young Whilst vnderneath a tree which ouer-hung The siluer streame as some delight it tooke To trim his thicke boughes in the Crystall Brooke Were set a iocund crew of youthfull Swaines Wooing their sweetings with delicious straines Sportiue Oreades the hils descended The Hamadryades their hunting ended And in the high woods left the long-liu'd Harts To feed in peace free from their winged Darts Floods Mountains Vallies Woods each vacant lies Of Nimphs that by them danc'd their Haydigyes For all those Powers were ready to embrace The present meanes to giue our Shepherds grace And vnderneath this tree till Thetis came Many resorted where a Swaine of name Lesse then of worth and we doe neuer owne Nor apprehend him best that most is knowne Fame is vncertaine who so swiftly flyes By th'vnregarded shed where Vertue lies Shee ill inform'd of Vertues worth pursu'th In haste Opinion for the simple Truth True Fame is euer likened to our shade He soonest misseth her that most hath made To ouer-take her who so takes his wing Regardlesse of her shee 'll be following Her true proprietie she thus discouers Loues her contemners and contemnes her louers Th' applause of common people neuer yet Pursu'd this Swaine he knew 't the counterfeit Of setled praise and therefore at his songs Though all the Shepherds and the gracefull throngs Of Semigods compar'd him with the best That euer touch'd a Reed or was addrest In shepherds coat he neuer would approue Their Attributes giuen in sincerest loue Except he truly knew them as his merit Faâ—â—e giues a second life to such a spirit This Swaine intreated by the mirthfull rout That with intwined armes lay round about The tree 'gainst which he lean'd So haue I seene Tom Pipeâ— stand vpon our village greene Backt with the May-pole whilst a iocund crew In gentle motion circularly threw Themselues about him To his fairest Ring Thus 'gan in numbers well according sing VEnus by Adonis side Crying kist and kissing cride Wrung her hands and tore her haire For Adonis dying there Stay quoth shee ô stay and liue Nature surely doth not giue To the Earth her sweetest flowres To be seene but some few houres On his face still as he bled For each drop a teare she shed Which she kist or wip't away Else had drown'd him where he lay Faire Proserpina quoth shee Shall not haue thee yet from mee Nor thy soule to flie begin While my lips can keepe it in Here she clos'd againe And some Say Apollo would haue come To haue cur'd his wounded lym But that shee had smother'd him Looke as a Traueller in Summers day Nye choakt with dust and molt with Titans ray Longs for a spring to coole his inward heat And to that end with vowes doth heauen intreat When going further finds an Apple-tree Standing as did old Hospitalitie With ready armes to succour any needs Hence plucks an Apple tastes it and it breeds So great a liking in him for his thirst That vp he climbs and gathers to the first A second third nay will not cease to pull Till he haue got his cap and pockets full Things long desir'd so well esteemed are That when they come we hold them better farre There is no meane 'twixt what we loue and want Desire in men is so predominant No â—esse did all this quaint assembly long Then doth the Traueller this Shepherds Song Had so ensnar'd each acceptable eare That but a second nought could bring them cleare From an affected snare had Orpheus beene Playing some distance from them he had seene Not one to stirre a foot for his rare straine But left the Thracian for the English Swaine Or had suspicious Iuno when her Ioue Into a Cowe transform'd his fairest Loue Great Inachus sweet Stem in durance giuen To this young Lad the Messenger of heauen Faire Maia's off-spring with the depth of Art That euer Ioue to Hermes might impart In fingring of a Reed had neuer won Poore Io's freedome And though Arctors son Hundred-ey'd Argus might be lull'd by him And loose his pris'ner yet in euery lym That God of wit had felt this Shepherds skill And by his charmes brought from the Muses hill Inforc'd to sleepe then rob'd of Pipe and Rod And vanquish'd so turne Swaine this Swaine a God Yet to this Lad not wanted Enuies sting He 's not worth ought that 's not worth enuying Since many at his praise were seene to grutch For as a Miller in his boulting hutch Driues out the pure meale neerly as he can And in his sister leaues the courser bran So doth the canker of a Poets name Let slip such lines as might inherit Fame And from a Volume câ—ls some small amisse To fire such dogged spleenes as mate with his Yet as a man that by his Art would bring The ceaslesse current of a Crystall Spring To ouer-looke the lowly flowing head Sinkes by degrees his soder'd Pipes of Lead Beneath the Fount whereby the water goes High as a Well that on a mountaine flowes So when Detraction and a Cynnicks tongue Haue sunke Desert vnto the depth of wrong By that the eye of skill True Worth shall see To braue the Stars though low his passage be But here I much digresse yet pardon Swaines For as a Maiden gath'ring on the Plaines A senâ—full Nosegay to set neere her pap Or as a fauour for her Shepherds cap Is seene farre off to stray if she haue spide A Flower that might increase her Posies pride So if â—o wander I am sometimes prest 'T is for a straine that might adorne the rest Requests that with deniall could not meet Flew to our Shepherd and the voices sweet Of fairest Nymphes intreating him to say What wight he lou'd he thus began his lay SHall I tell you whom I loue Hearken then a while to me And if such a woman moue As I now shall versiâ—ie Be assur'd 't is she or none That I loue and loue alone Nature did her so much right As she scornes the helpe of Art In as many Vertues dight As e're yet imbrac'd a heart So much good so truly tride Some for lesse were deiside Wit she hath without desire To make knowne how much she hath And her anger flames no higher Then may sitly sweeten wrath Full of pitty as may be Though perhaps not so to me Reason masters euery sense And her vertues grace her birth Louely as all excellence Modest in her most of mirth Likelihood enough to proue Onely worth could kindle
Egyptians graue Vs'd in their my sticke Characters for speed Would not be wanting at so great a need But from the well-stor'd Orchards of the Land Brought the sweet Peare once by a cursed hand At Swinsted vs'd with poyson for the fall Of one who on these Plaines rul'd Lord of all The sentfull Osprey by the Rocke had fish'd And many a prettie Shrimp in Scallops dish'd Some way conuay'd her no one of the shole That haunt the waues but from his lurking hole Had pull'd the Cray-fish and with much adoe Brought that the Maid and Perywinckles too But these for others might their labours spare And not with Robin for their merits share Yet as a Herdesse in a Summers day Heat with the glorious Suns all-purging ray In the calme Euening leauing her faire flocke Betakes her selfe vnto a froth-girt Rocke On which the head-long Tauy throwes his waues And foames to see the stones neglect his braues Where sitting to vndoe her Buskins white And wash her neat legs as her vse each night Th'in amour'd flood before she can vnlace them Rowles vp his waues as hast'ning to imbrace them And though to helpe them some small gale doe blow And one of twenty can but reach her so Yet will a many little surges be Flashing vpon the rocke full busily And doe the best they can to kisse her feet But that their power and will not equall meet So as she for her Nurse look'd tow'rds the land And now beholds the trees that grace the strand Then lookes vpon a hill whose sliding sides A goodly flocke like winters cou'ring hides And higher on some stone that iutteth out Their carefull master guiding his trim rout By sending forth his Dog as Shepherds doe Or piping sate or cloâ—ting of his shoe Whence nearer hand drawing her wandring sight So from the earth steales the all-quickning light Beneath the rocke the waters high but late I know not by what sluce or empting gate Were at a low ebbe on the sand she spies A busie Bird that to and fro still flies Till pitching where a heatfull Oyster lay Opening his close iawes closer none then they Vnlesse the griping fist or cherry lips Of happy Louers in their melting sips Since the decreasing waues had left him there Gaping for thirst yet meets with nought but ayre And that so hot ere the returning tyde He in his shell is likely to be fride The wary Bird a prittie pibble takes And claps it twixt the two pearle-hiding flakes Of the broad yawning Oyster and she then Securely pickes the fish out as some men A tricke of policie thrust tweene two friends Seuer their powres and his intention ends The Bird thus getting that for which she stroue Brought it to her to whom the Queene of Loue Seru'd as a foyle and Cupid could no other But flie to her mistaken for his Mother Marina from the kinde Bird tooke the meat And looking downe she saw a number great Of Birds each one a pibble in his bill Would doe the like but that they wanted skill Some threw it in too farre and some too short This could not beare a stone fit for such sport But harmelesse wretch putting in one too small The Oyster shuts and takes his head withall Another bringing one too smooth and round Vnhappy Bird that thine owne death hast found Layes it so little way in his hard lips That with their sodaine close the pibble slips So strongly forth as when your little ones Doe twixt their fingers slip their Cherry-stones That it in passage meets the brest oâ— head Of the poore wretch and layes him there for dead A many striu'd and gladly would haue done As much or more then he which first begun But all in vaine scarce one of twenty could Performe the deed which they full gladly would For this not quicke is to that act he go'th That wanteth skill this cunning and some both Yet none a will for from the caue she sees Not in all-louely May th' industrious Bees More busie with the flowres could be then these Among the shell-fish of the working Seas Limos had all this while beene wanting thence And but iust heau'n preseru'd pure innocence By the two Birds her life to ayre had flit Ere the curst Caytife should haue forced it The first night that he left her in his den He got to shore and neere th'abodes of men That liue as we by tending of their flockes To enterchange for Ceres golden lockes Or with the Neat-herd for his milke and creame Things we respect more then the Diademe His choise made-dishes O! the golden age Met all contentment in no surplusage Of dainty viands but as we doe still Dranke the pure water of the crystall rill Fed on no other meats then those they fed Labour the salad that their stomacks bred Nor sought they for the downe of siluer Swans Nor those Sow-thistle lockes each small gale fans But hydes of Beasts which when they liu'd they kept Seru'd them for bed and cou'ring when they slept If any softer lay 't was by the losse Of some rocks warmth on thicke and spungy mosse Or on the ground some simple wall of clay Parting their beds from where their cattle lay And on such pallats one man clipped then More golden slumbers then this age agen That time Physitians thriu'd not or if any I dare say all yet then were thrice as many As now profess't and more for euery man Was his owne Patient and Physitian None had a body then so weake and thin Bankrout of natures store to feed the sinne Of an insatiate female in whose wombe Could nature all hers past and all to come Infuse with vertue of all drugs beside She might be tyr'd but neuer satisfied To please which Orke her husbands weakned peece Must haue his Cullis mixt with Amber-greece Phesaâ—t and Partridge into â—elly turn'd Grated with gold seuen times refin'd and burn'd With dust of Orient Pearle richer the East Yet ne're beheld O Epicurian feast This is his breakfast and his meale at night Possets no lesse prouoking appetite Whose deare ingredients valu'd are at more Then all his Ancestors were worth before When such as we by poore and simple fare More able liu'd and di'd noâ— without heire Sprung from our owne loines and a spotlesse bed Of any other powre vnseconded When th' others issue like a man falne sicke Or through the Feuer Gout or Lunaticke Changing his Doctors oft each as his notion Prescribes a seu'rall dyet seu'rall potion Meeting his friend who meet we now adayes That hath not some receit for each disease He tels him of a plaister which he takes And finding after that his torment slakes Whether because the humour is out-wrought Or by the skill which his Physitian brought It makes no matter for he surely thinkes None of their purges nor their diet drinkes Haue made him sound but his beleefe is fast That med'cine was his health which he tooke last So by a mother
often vse to come and bathe her here Here â—alk'd they of their chase and where next day They meant to hunt here did the shepherds play And â—any a gaudy Nymph was often seene Imbracing shepherds boyes vpon this greene From hence the spring hasts downe to Tauy's brim And paies a tribute of his drops to him Here Walla rests the rising mount vpon That seem'd to swell more since she sate thereon And from her scarfe vpon the grasse shooke downe The smelling flowres that should her Riuer crowne The Scarfe in shaking it she brushed oft Whereon were flowres so fresh and liuely wrought That her owne cunning was her owne deceit Thinking those true which were but counterfeit Vnder an Aldar on his sandy marge Was Tauy set to view his nimble charge And there his Loue he long time had expected While many a rose-cheekt Nymph no wile neglected To wooe him to imbraces which he scorn'd As valluing more the beauties which adorn'd His fairest Walla then all Natures pride Spent on the cheekes of all her sexe beside Now would they tempt him with their open brests And sweare their lips were Loues assured Tests That Walla sure would giue him the deniall Till she had knowne him true by such a triall Then comes another and her hand bereaues The soone-slipt Alder of two clammy leaues And clapping them together bids him see And learne of loue the hidden mystery Braue Flood quoth she that hold'st vs in suspence And shew'st a God-like powre in abstinence At this thy coldnesse we doe nothing wonder These leaues did so when once they grew asunder But since the one did taste the others blisse And felt his partners kinde partake with his Behold how close they ioyne and had they power To speake their now content as we can our They would on Nature lay a hainous crime For keeping close such sweets vntill this time Is there to such men ought of merit duâ— That doe abstaine from what they neuer knew No then as well we may account him wise For speaking nought who wants those faculties Taste thou our sweets come here and freely sip Diuinest Nectar from my melting lip Gaze on mine eyes whose life infusing beames Haue power to melt the Icy Northerne streames And so infâ—aâ—â— the Godâ— of those bound Seas They should vnchaine their virgin passages And teach our Mariners from day to day To bring vs Iewels by a neerer way Twine thy long fingers in my shining haire And thinke it no disgrace to hide them there For I could tell thee how the Paphian Queene Met me one day vpon yond pleasant Greenâ— And did intreat a slip though I was coy Wherewith to fetter her lasciuious Boy Play with my teates that swell to haue impression And if thou please from thence to make digression Passe thou that milkie way where great Apollo And higher powres then he would gladly follow When to the full of these thou shalt attaine It were some mastry for thee to refraine But since thou know'st not what such pleasures be The world will not commend but laugh at thee But thou wilt say thy Walla yeelds such store Of ioyes that no one Loue can raise thee more Admit it so as who but thinkes it strange Yet shalt thou finde a pleasure more in change If that thou lik'st not gentle Flood but-heare To proue that state the best I neuer feare Tell me wherein the state and glory is Of thee of Auon or braue Thamesis In your owne Springs or by the flowing head Of some such Riuer onely seconded Or is it through the multitude that doe Send downe their waters to attend on you Your mixture with lesse Brookes addes to your fames So long as they in you doe loose their names And comming to the Ocean thou dost see It takes in other Floods as well as thee It were no sport to vs that hunting loue If we were still confinde to one large Groue The water which in one Poole hath abiding Is not so sweet as Rillets euer gliding Nor would the brackish waues in whom you meet Containe that state it doth but be lesse sweet And with contagious streames all mortals smother But that it moues from this shore to the other There 's no one season such delight can bring As Summer Autumne Winter and the Spring Nor the best Flowre that doth on earth appeare Could by it selfe content vs all the yeere The Salmons and some more as well as they Now loue the fresher and then loue the Sea The flitting Fowles not in one coast doe tarry But with the yeere their habitation vary What Musicke is there in a Shepherds quill Plaid on by him that hath the greatest skill If but a stop or two thereon we spy Musicke is best in her varietie So is discourse so ioyes and why not then As well the liues and loues of Gods as men More she had spoke but that the gallant Flood Replide ye wanton Rangers of the wood Leaue your allurements hye ye to your chase See where Diana with a nimble pace Followes a strucke Deere if you longer stay Her frowne will bend to me another day Harke how she winds her Horne she some doth call Perhaps for you to make in to the fall With this they left him Now he wonders much Why at this time his Walla's stay was such And could haue wish'd the Nymphs back but for feare His Loue might come and chance to finde them there To passe the time at last he thus began Vnto a Pipe ioyn'd by the art of â—an To praise his Loue his hasty waues among The frothed Rocks bearing the Vnder-song AS carefull Merchants doe expecting stand After long time and merry gales of winde Vpon the place where their braue Ship must land So wâ—ite I for the vessell of my minde Vpon a great aduenture is it bound Whose safe returne will vallu'd be at more Then all the wealthy prizes which haue crown'd The golden wishes of an age before Out of the East Iewels of worth she brings Th' vnualu'd Diamond of her sparkling Eye Wants in the Treasures of all Europe's Kings And were it mine they nor their cownes should buy The Saphires ringed on her painting brest Run as rich veines of Ore about the mold And are in sicknesse with a pale possest So true for them I should disualue gold The melting Rubies on her cherry lip Are of such powre to hold that as one day Cupid flew thirsty by he stoop'd to sip And fast'ned there could neuer get away The sweets of Candie are no sweets to me When hers I taste nor the Perfumes of price Rob'd from the happy shrubs of Araby As her sweet breath so powrefull to intice O hasten then and if thou be not gone Vnto that wished trafficke through the Maine My powrefull sighes shall quickly driue thee on And then begin to draw thee backe againe If in the meane rude waues haue it opprest It shall suffice I venter'd at the best Scarce had he giuen
she fell To vrge the Powres that on Olympus dwell And then to Ina call'd O if the roomes The Walkes and Arbours in these fruitfull coombes Haue famous beene through all the Westerne Plaines In being guiltlesse of the lasting staines Pour'd on by lust and murther keepe them free Turne me to stone or to a barked tree Vnto a Bird or flowre or ought forlorne So I may die as pure as I was borne Swift are the prayers and of speedy haste That take their wing from hearts so pure and chaste And what we aske of Heauen it still appeares More plaine to it in mirrours of our teares Approu'd in Walla When the Satyre rude Had broke the doore in two and gan intrude With steps prophane into that sacred Cell Where oft as I haue heard our Shepherds tell Faire Ina vs'd to rest from Phoebus ray She or some other hauing heard her pray Into a Fountaine turn'd her and now rise Such streames out of the caue that they surprise The Satyre with such force and so great din That quenching his lifes flame as well as sin They roul'd him through the Dale with mighty rore And made him flye that did pursue before Not farre beneath i' the Valley as she trends Her siluer streame some Wood-nymphs and her friends That follow'd to her aide beholding how A Brooke came gliding where they saw but now Some Herds were feeding wondring whence it came Vntill a Nymph that did attend the game In that sweet Valley all the processe told Which from a thicke-leau'd-tree she did behold See quoth the Nymph where the rude Satyre lies Cast on the grasse as if she did despise To haue her pure waues soyl'd with such as he Retaining still the loue of puritie To Tauy's Crystall streame her waters goe As if some secret power ordained so And as a Maid she lou'd him so a Brooke To his imbracements onely her betooke Where glowing on with him attain'd the stare Which none but Hymens bonds can imitate On Walla's brooke her sisters now bewaile For whom the Rocks spend teares when others faile And all the Woods ring with their piteous mones Which Tauy hearing as he chid the stones That stopt his speedy course raising his head Inquir'd the cause and thus was answered Walla is now no more Nor from the hill Will she more plucke for thee the Daffadill Noâ— make sweet Anadems to gird thy brow Yet in the Groues she runs a Riuer now Looke as the feeling Plant which learned Swaines Relate to grow on the East Indian Plaines Shrinkes vp his dainty leaues if any sand You throw thereon or touch it with your hand So with the chance the heauy Wood-nymphs told The Riuer inly touch'd began to fold His armes acrosse and while the torrent raues Shrunke his graue head beneath his siluer waues Since when he neuer on his bankes appeares But as one franticke when the clouds spend teares He thinkes they of his woes compassion take And not a Spring but weepes for Walla's sake And then he often to bemone her lacke Like to a mourner goes his waters blacke And enery Brooke attending in his way For that time meets him in the like aray Here WILLY that time ceas'd and I a while For yonder 's Roget comming o're the stile 'T is two daies since I saw him and you wonder You 'le say that we haue beene so long asunder I thinke the louely Heardesse of the Dell That to an Oaten Quill can sing so well Is she that 's with him I must needs goe meet them And if some other of you rise to greet them 'T were not amisse the day is now so long That I ere night may end another Song THE FOVRTH SONG THE ARGVMENT The Cornish Swaines and Brittish Bard Thetis hath with attention heard And after meets an aged man That tels the haplesse loue of Pan And why the flockes doe liue so free From Wolues within rich Britannie LOOKE as a Louer with a lingring kisse About to part with the best halfe that 's his Faine would he stay but that he feares to doe it And curseth time for so fast hastning to it Now takes his leaue and yet begins anew To make lesse vowes then are esteemed true Then saies he must be gone and then doth finde Something he should haue spoke that 's out of minde And whilst he stands to looke for 't in her eyes Their sad-sweet glance so tye his faculties To thinke from what he parts that he is now As farre from leauing her or knowing how As when he came begins his former straine To kisse to vow and take his leaue againe Then turns comes back sighes parts yet doth go Apt to retire and loath to leaue her so Braue Streame so part I from thy flowrie banke Where first I breath'd and though vnworty dranke Those sacred waters which the Muses bring To wooe Britannia to their ceaslesse spring Now would I on but that the crystall Wels The fertill Meadowes and their pleasing smels The Woods delightfull and the scatt'red Groues Where many Nymphs walk with their chaster Loues Soone make me stay And think that Ordgar's son Admonish'd by a heauenly vision Not without cause did that apt fabricke reare Wherein we nothing now but Eccho's heare That wont with heauenly Anthemes daily ring And duest praises to the greatest King In this choise plot Since he could light vpon No place so fit for contemplation Though I a while must leaue this happy foyle And follow Thetis in a pleasing toyle Yet when I shall returne I le striue to draw The Nymphs by Thamar Tauy Ex and Tau By Turridge Otter Ock by Dert and Plym With all the Nayades that fish and swim In their cleare streames to these our rising Downes Where while they make vs chaplets wreaths and crowns I le tune my Reed vnto a higher key And haue already cond some of the Laâ— Wherein as Mantua by her Virgils birth And Thameâ—s by him that sung her Nuptiall mirth You may be knowne though not in equall pride As farre as Tiber throwes his swelling Tide And by a Shepherd feeding on your plaines In humble lowly plaine and ruder straines Heare your worths challenge other floods among To haue a period equall with their song Where Plym and Thamar with imbraces meet Thetis weighes ancor now and all her Fleet Leauing that spacious Sound within whose armes I haue those Vessels seene whose hot alarmes Haue made Iberia tremble and her towres Prostrate themselues before our iron showres While their proud builders hearts haue been inclinde To shake as our braue Ensignes with the winde For as an Eyerie from their Seeges wood Led o're the Plaines and taught to get their food By seeing how their Breeder takes his prey Now from an Orchard doe they scare the Iey Then o're the Corne-fields as they swiftly flye Where many thousand hurtfull Sparrowes lye Beatâ—ng the ripe graine from the bearded â—are At their reproach all ouer-gone
and blinde As if the waters hid them from the winde Which neuer wash'd but at a higher tyde The frizled coatâ— which doe the Mountaines hide Where neuer gale was longer knowne to stay Then from the smooth waue it had swept away The new diuorced leaues that from each side Left the thicke boughes to dance out with the tide At further end the Creeke a stately Wood Gaue a kinde shadow to the brackish Flood Made vp of trees not lesse kend by each skiffe Then that sky-scaling Pike of Tenerife Vpon whose tops the Herneshew bred her young And hoary mosse vpon their branches hung Whose rugged rindes sufficient were to show Without their height what time they gan to grow And if dry eld by wrinckled skin appeares None could allot them lesse then Nestor's yeeres As vnder their command the thronged Creeke Ran lessened vp Here did the Shepherd seeke Where he his little Boat might safely hide Till it was fraught with what the world beside Could not outvalew nor giue equall weight Though in the time when Greece was at her height The ruddy Horses of the Rosie morne Out of the Easterne gates had newly borne Their blushing Mistresse in her golden Chaire Spreading new light throughout our Hemispheare When fairest Caelia with a louelier crew Of Damsels then braue Latmus euer knew Came forth to meet the Youngsters who had here Cut downe an Oake that long withouten peere Bore his round head imperiously aboue His other Mates there consecrate to Ioue The wished time drew on and Caelia now That had the fame for her white arched brow While all her louely fellowes busied were In picking off the Iems from Tellus haire Made tow'rds the Creeke where Philocel vnspide Of Maid or Shepherd that their May-games plide Receiu'd his wish'd-for Caelia and begun To steere his Boat contrary to the Sun Who could haue wish'd another in his place To guide the Carre of light or that his race Were to haue end so he might blesse his hap In Caelia's bosome not in Thetis lap The Boat oft danc'd for ioy of what it held The hoyst-vp Saile not quicke but gently sweld And often shooke as fearing what might fall Ere she deliuer'd what she went withall Winged Argestes faire Aurora's sonne Licenc'd that day to leaue his Dungeon Meekly attended and did neuer erre Till Caelia grac'd our Land and our Land her As through the waues their loue-fraught Wherry ran A many Cupids each set on his Swan Guided with reines of gold and siluer twist The spotlesse Birds about them as they list Which would haue sung a Song ere they were gone Had vnkinde Nature giuen them more then one Or in bestowing that had not done wrong And made their sweet liues forfeit one sad song Yet that their happy Voyage might not be Without Times shortner Heauen-taught Melodie Musicke that lent feet to the stable Woods And in their currents turn'd the mighty Floods Sorrowes sweet Nurse yet keeping Ioy aliue Sad discontent's most welcome Corrasiue The soule of Art best lou'd when Loue is by The kinde inspirer of sweet Poesie Lest thou should'st wanting be when Swans would faine Haue sung one Song and neuer sung againe The gentle Shepherd hasting to the shore Began this Lay and tim'd it with his Oare NEuer more let holy Dee O're other Riuers braue Or boast bow in his iollitie Kings row'd vpon his waue But silent be and euer know That Neptune for my Fare would row Those were Captiues If he say That now I am no other Yet she that beares my prisons key Is fairer then Loues Mother A God tooke me those one lesse high They wore their bonds so doe not I. Swell then gently swell yee Floods As proud of what yee beare And Nymphs that in low corrall Woods String Pearles vpon your haire Ascend and tell if ere this day A fairer priâ—â— was seene at Sea See the Salmons leape and bound To please vs as we passe Each Mermaid on the Rocks around Le ts fall her brittle glasse As they their beauties did despise And lou'd no mirrour but your eyes Blow but gently blow faire winde From the forsaken shore And be as to the Halcyon kinde Till we haue ferrâ—'d o're So maist thou still haue leaue to blow And fan the way where she shall goe Floods and Nymphs and Winds and all That see vs both together Into a disputation fall And then resolue me whether The greatest kindnesse each can show Will quit our trust of you or no. Thus as a merry Milke-maid neat and fine Returning late from milking of her Kine Shortens the dew'd way which she treads along With some selfe-pleasing-since-new-gotten Song The Shepherd did their passage well beguile And now the horned Flood bore to our Ile His head more high then he had vs'd to doe Except by Cynthia's newnesse forced to Not Ianuaries snow dissolâ—'d in Floods Makes Thamar more intrude on Blanchden Woods Nor the concourse of waters when they fleet After a long Raine and in Souerne meet Rais'th her inraged head to root faire Plants Or more affright her high inhabitants When they behold the waters rusully And saue the waters nothing else can see Then Neptunes subiect now more then of yore As loth to set his burden soone on shore O Neptune hadst thou kept them still with thee Though both were lost to vs and such as we And with those beautious birds which on thy brest Get and bring vp afforded them a rest Delos that long time wandring peece of earth Had not beene fam'd more for Diana's birth Then those few planks that bore them on the Seas By the blest issue of two such as these But they were landed so are not our woes Nor euer shall whil'st from an eye there flowes One drop of moisture to these present times We will relate and some â—ad Shepherds â—imes To after ages may their Fates make knowne And in their depth of sorrow drowne his owne So our Relation and his mournfull Verse Of teares shall force such tribute to their Herse That not a priuate griefe shall euer thriue But in that deluge fall yet this suruiue Two furlongs from the shore they had not gone When from a low-cast Valley hauing on Each hand a woody hill whose boughes vnlopt Haue not alone at all time sadly dropt And turn'd their stormes on her deiected brest But when the fire of heauen is ready prest To warme and further what it should bring forth For lowly Dales mate Mountaines in their worth The Trees as screenlike Greatnesse shades his raye As it should shine on none but such as they Came and full sadly came a haplesse Wretch Whose walkes pastures once were known to stretch From East to West so farre that no dike ran For noted bounds but where the Ocean His wrathfull billowes thrust and grew as great In sholes of Fish as were the others Neat. Who now deiected and depriu'd of all Longs and hath done so long for funerall For as with