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<h3>THE</h3>
<h1>AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD:</h1>
<h3>BY</h3>
<h2>RICHARD BARNFIELD.</h2>
<h3>A.D. 1594.</h3>
<hr style="width: 25%;" />
<h4>EDITED BY</h4>
<h3>JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL, Esq. F.R.S.</h3>
<h4>HON. M.R.I.A., HON. M.R.S.L., F.S.A., ETC.</h4>
<hr style="width: 25%;" />
<h5>LONDON.</h5>
<h5>REPRINTED FOR THE PERCY SOCIETY,</h5>
<h5>BY T. RICHARDS, 100, ST. MARTIN'S LANE.</h5>
<h5>M.DCCC.XLV.</h5>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2>COUNCIL</h2>
<h3>OF</h3>
<h2>The Percy Society.</h2>
<div style="margin-left: 10em;">
<i>President.</i><br />
<br />
<span class="smcap">The Rt. Hon.</span> LORD BRAYBROOKE, F.S.A.<br />
<br />
THOMAS AMYOT, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.R.S. <span class="smcap">Treas.</span> S.A.<br />
<br />
WILLIAM HENRY BLACK, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span><br />
<br />
WILLIAM CHAPPELL, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.S.A.<br />
<br />
J. PAYNE COLLIER, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.S.A.<br />
<br />
C. PURTON COOPER, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> Q.C., F.R.S., F.S.A.<br />
<br />
PETER CUNNINGHAM, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span><br />
<br />
JAMES HENRY DIXON, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span><br />
<br />
WILLIAM JERDAN, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.S.A., M.R.S.L.<br />
<br />
CAPTAIN JOHNS, R.M.<br />
<br />
T. J. PETTIGREW, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.R.S., F.S.A.<br />
<br />
LEWIS POCOCK, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.S.A.<br />
<br />
SIR CUTHBERT SHARP.<br />
<br />
WILLIAM SANDYS, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.S.A.<br />
<br />
WILLIAM J. THOMS, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> F.S.A.<br />
<br />
THOMAS WRIGHT, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span> M.A., F.S.A., <i>Secretary and Treasurer.</i><br />
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
<h2>PREFACE.</h2>
<p>Two copies only of the poem by Barnfield here reprinted, are known to be
preserved; one in Sion College Library, and another, formerly in Heber's
possession, mentioned in "Bibliotheca Heberiana," iv. 15. Its merits and
great rarity have pointed it out as a work deserving to be more known
and appreciated. Barnfield is, perhaps, chiefly remembered by his
elegant pieces printed in the "Passionate Pilgrim," attributed by some
to Shakespeare; but Mr. Collier has distinctly proved them to belong to
the less eminent poet. The "Affectionate Shepherd" was his first
production, as he himself confesses in the preface to his "Cynthia,"
1595, and it has received the well-merited commendation of Warton.
Besides these poems, he is the author of "The Complaint of Poetrie for
the death of Liberalitie," 4to. 1598, and others published at the same
time, reprints of which are in the British Museum; also "The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span> Encomium
of Lady Pecunia, or the Praise of Money," a curious manuscript in the
Ashmolean Museum, and likewise printed in the author's life-time. It
should be mentioned that in the original copies of the following tract
are a few hexameter verses on the Rape of Helen, which have been omitted
as of an inferior kind to the other part of the work, and for still more
obvious reasons. The "Affectionate Shepherd" itself will be found
remarkably free from the coarseness which disfigures so much of the
Elizabethan literature,—an additional inducement, if any were
necessary, for rescuing it from the liability to destruction which is of
course incident to any book of such excessive rarity. Our thanks are due
to the Rev. H. Christmas, Librarian of Sion College, for the courtesy
and liberality with which he permitted our transcript to be made from a
volume of tracts possessing the greatest charm for the bibliographer;
for besides the present one, it contains the first edition of
Shakespeare's Lucrece, and several other pieces of nearly equal value,
in the finest possible condition.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3>THE</h3>
<h1>AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD.</h1>
<h3>CONTAINING THE COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS FOR<br />
THE LOUE OF GANYMEDE.</h3>
<h4><i>Amor plus mellis, quam fellis, est.</i></h4>
<hr style="width: 25%;" />
<p class="center">London:</p>
<p class="center">Printed by John Danter, for T. G. and E. N., and<br />
are to bee sold in Saint Dunstones<br />
Church-yeard in Fleetstreet.</p>
<hr style="width: 15%;" />
<h5>1594.</h5>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
<h3>TO THE RIGHT EXCELLENT AND MOST BEAUTIFULL LADY,<br />
THE LADIE PENELOPE RITCH.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fayre lovely ladie, whose angelique eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are vestall candles of sweet beauties treasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose speech is able to inchaunt the wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Converting joy to paine, and paine to pleasure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Accept this simple toy of my soules dutie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I present unto thy matchles beautie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And albeit the gift be all too meane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Too meane an offring for thine ivorie shrine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet must thy beautie my just blame susteane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since it is mortall, but thyselfe divine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, noble ladie, take in gentle worth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This new-borne babe, which here my muse brings forth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i6">Your Honours most affectionate and<br /></span>
<span class="i12">perpetually devoted Shepheard:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i16"><span class="smcap">Daphnis</span>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
<h2>THE<br />
AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD.</h2>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3>THE TEARES OF AN AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD SICKE FOR LOVE,<br />
OR THE COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS FOR THE<br />
LOVE OF GANIMEDE.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Scarce had the morning starre hid from the light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Heavens crimson canopie with stars bespangled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I began to rue th' unhappy sight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of that faire boy that had my hart intangled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cursing the time, the place, the sense, the sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If it be sinne to love a sweet-fac'd boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose amber locks trust up in golden tramels<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dangle adowne his lovely cheekes with joy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If it be sinne to love a lovely lad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His ivory-white and alablaster skin<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is staind throughout with rare vermillion red,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Whose twinckling starrie lights doe never blin<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To shine on lovely Venus, Beauties bed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as the lillie and the blushing rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So white and red on him in order growes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Upon a time the nymphs bestird them-selves<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To trie who could his beautie soonest win;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he accounted them but all as elves,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except it were the faire Queene Guendolen:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her he embrac'd, of her was beloved,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With plaints he proved, and with teares he moved.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But her an old man had beene sutor too,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in his age began to doate againe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her would he often pray, and often woo,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When through old age enfeebled was his braine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But she before had lov'd a lustie youth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That now was dead, the cause of all her ruth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thus it hapned, Death and Cupid met<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon a time at swilling Bacchus house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where daintie cates upon the boord were set,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And goblets full of wine to drinke carouse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where Love and Death did love the licor so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That out they fall and to the fray they goe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And having both their quivers at their backe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fild full of arrows; th' one of fatall steele,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The other all of gold; Deaths shaft was black,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Loves was yellow: Fortune turnd her wheele,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And from Deaths quiver fell a fatall shaft,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That under Cupid by the winde was waft.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And at the same time by ill hap there fell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Another arrow out of Cupids quiver,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The which was carried by the winde at will,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And under Death the amorous shaft did shiver:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They being parted, Love tooke up Deaths dart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Death tooke up Loves arrow for his part.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus as they wandred both about the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At last Death met with one of feeble age:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherewith he drew a shaft and at him hurld<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The unknowne arrow with a furious rage,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinking to strike him dead with Deaths blacke dart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he, alas, with Love did wound his hart!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This was the doting foole, this was the man<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That lov'd faire Guendolena, Queene of Beautie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shee cannot shake him off, doo what she can,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he hath vowd to her his soules last duety:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making him trim upon the holydaies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And crownes his love with garlands made of baies.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now doth he stroke his beard, and now againe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He wipes the drivel from his filthy chin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now offers he a kisse, but high Disdaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will not permit her hart to pity him:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her hart more hard than adamant or steele,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her hart more changeable than Fortunes wheele.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But leave we him in love up to the eares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And tell how Love behav'd himselfe abroad;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who seeing one that mourned still in teares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A young man groaning under Loves great load,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinking to ease his burden, rid his paines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For men have griefe as long as life remaines.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alas, the while that unawares he drue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fatall shaft that Death had dropt before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By which deceit great harme did then insue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stayning his face with blood and filthy goare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His face, that was to Guendolen more deere<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than love of lords, or any lordly peere.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This was that faire and beautifull young man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whom Guendolena so lamented for;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is that Love whom she doth curse and ban,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because she doth that dismall chaunce abhor:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if it were not for his mothers sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even Ganimede himselfe she would forsake.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh would shee would forsake my Ganimede,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose sugred love is full of sweete delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon whose forehead you may plainely reade<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Loves pleasure grav'd in yvorie tables bright:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In whose faire eye-balls you may clearely see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Base Love still staind with foule indignitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh would to God he would but pitty mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That love him more than any mortall wight!<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Then he and I with love would soone agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That now cannot abide his sutors sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O would to God, so I might have my fee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My lips were honey, and thy mouth a bee!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then shouldst thou sucke my sweete and my faire flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That now is ripe and full of honey-berries;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then would I leade thee to my pleasant bower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fild full of grapes, of mulberries, and cherries:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then shouldst thou be my waspe or else my bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would thy hive, and thou my honey, bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I would put amber bracelets on thy wrests,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Crownets of pearle about thy naked armes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when thou sitst at swilling Bacchus feasts<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My lips with charmes should save thee from all harmes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when in sleepe thou tookst thy chiefest pleasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine eyes should gaze upon thine eyelids treasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And every morne by dawning of the day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Phœbus riseth with a blushing face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Silvanus chappel-clarkes shall chaunt a lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And play thee hunts-up in thy resting place:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My coote thy chamber, my bosome thy bed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall be appointed for thy sleepy head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when it pleaseth thee to walke abroad,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Abroad into the fields to take fresh ayre,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The meades with Floras treasure should be strowde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mantled meaddowes, and the fields so fayre.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by a silver well with golden sands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile sit me downe, and wash thine yvory hands.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And in the sweltring heate of summer time,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I would make cabinets for thee, my love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet-smelling arbours made of eglantine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should be thy shrine, and I would be thy dove.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cool cabinets of fresh greene laurell boughs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should shadow us, ore-set with thicke-set eughes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if thou list to bathe thy naked limbs<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within the cristall of a pearle-bright brooke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Paved with dainty pibbles to the brims,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or cleare, wherein thyselfe thyselfe mayst looke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weele goe to Ladon, whose still trickling noyse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will lull thee fast asleepe amids thy joyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if thoult goe unto the river side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To angle for the sweet freshwater fish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arm'd with thy implements that will abide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy rod, hooke, line, to take a dainty dish;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy rods shall be of cane, thy lines of silke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy hooks of silver, and thy bayts of milke.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if thou lov'st to hear sweet melodie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or pipe a round upon an oaten reede,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or make thyselfe glad with some myrthfull glee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or play them musicke whilst thy flocke doth feede.<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To Pans owne pype Ile helpe my lovely lad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pans golden pype, which he of Syrinx had.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if thou darst to climbe the highest trees<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For apples, cherries, medlars, peares, or plumbs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nuts, walnuts, filbeards, chestnuts, cervices,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The hoary peach, when snowy winter comes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have fine orchards full of mellowed frute,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I will give thee to obtaine my sute.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not proud Alcynous himselfe can vaunt<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of goodlier orchards or of braver trees<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than I have planted; yet thou wilt not graunt<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My simple sute, but like the honey bees<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou suckst the flowre till all the sweet be gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And loost mee for my coyne till I have none.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Leave Guendolen, sweet hart; though she be faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet is she light; not light in vertue shining,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But light in her behaviour, to impaire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her honour in her chastities declining;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trust not her teares, for they can wantonnize,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When teares in pearle are trickling from her eyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If thou wilt come and dwell with me at home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My sheepcote shall be strowed with new greene rushes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weele haunt the trembling prickets as they rome<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About the fields, along the hauthorne bushes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have a pie-bald curre to hunt the hare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So we will live with daintie forrest fare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, more than this, I have a garden plot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherein there wants nor hearbs, nor roots, nor flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Flowers to smell, roots to eate, hearbs for the pot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And dainty shelters when the welkin lowers:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet-smelling beds of lillies, and of roses,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which rosemary banks and lavender incloses.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There growes the gilliflowre, the mynt, the dayzie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both red and white, the blue-veynd violet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The purple hyacinth, the spyke to please thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The scarlet dyde carnation bleeding yet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sage, the savery, and sweet margerum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Isop, tyme, and eye-bright, good for the blinde and dumbe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The pinke, the primrose, cowslip and daffodilly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The hare-bell blue, the crimson cullumbine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sage, lettis, parsley, and the milke-white lilly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The rose and speckled flowre cald sops-in-wine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fine pretie king-cups, and the yellow bootes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That growes by rivers and by shallow brookes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And manie thousand moe I cannot name<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of hearbs and flowers that in gardens grow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have for thee, and coneyes that be tame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Young rabbets, white as swan, and blacke as crow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some speckled here and there with daintie spots:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And more I have two mylch and milke-white goates.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
<span class="i0">All these and more Ile give thee for thy love,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If these and more may tyce thy love away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have a pidgeon-house, in it a dove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which I love more than mortall tongue can say.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And last of all Ile give thee a little lambe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To play withall, new weaned from her dam.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But if thou wilt not pittie my complaint,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My teares, nor vowes, nor oathes, made to thy beautie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What shall I doo but languish, die, or faint,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since thou dost scorne my teares, and my soules duetie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And teares contemned, vowes and oaths must faile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And where teares cannot, nothing can prevaile.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Compare the love of faire Queene Guendolin<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With mine, and thou shalt [s]ee how she doth love thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love thee for thy qualities divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But shee doth love another swaine above thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love thee for thy gifts, she for hir pleasure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I for thy vertue, she for beauties treasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And alwaies, I am sure, it cannot last.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But sometime Nature will denie those dimples:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Insteed of beautie, when thy blossom's past,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy face will be deformed full of wrinckles;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then she that lov'd thee for thy beauties sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When age drawes on, thy love will soone forsake.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But that I lov'd thee for thy gifts divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the December of thy beauties waning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will still admire with joy those lovely eine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That now behold me with their beauties baning.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though Januarie will never come againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet Aprill yeres will come in showers of raine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When will my May come, that I may embrace thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When will the hower be of my soules joying?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why dost thou seeke in mirth still to disgrace mee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose mirth's my health, whose griefe's my harts annoying:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy bane my bale, thy blisse my blessednes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy ill my hell, thy weale my welfare is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus doo I honour thee that love thee so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And love thee so, that so doo honour thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Much more than anie mortall man doth know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or can discerne by love or jealozie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if that thou disdainst my loving ever,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh happie I, if I had loved never!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">FINIS.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Plus fellis quam mellis amor.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
<h3>THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE<br />
SHEPHEARD.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Next morning, when the golden sunne was risen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And new had bid good morrow to the mountaines;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When night her silver light had lockt in prison,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which gave a glimmering on the christall fountaines:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then ended sleepe, and then my cares began,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ev'n with the uprising of the silver swan.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, glorious sunne! quoth I, viewing the sunne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That lightenst everie thing but me alone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why is my summer season almost done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My spring-time past, and ages autumne gone?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My harvest's come, and yet I reapt no corne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love is great, and yet I am forlorne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Witnes these watrie eyes my sad lament,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Receaving cisternes of my ceaseles teares;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Witnes my bleeding hart my soules intent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Witnes the weight distressed Daphnis beares:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet love, come ease me of thy burthens paine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or els I die, or else my hart is slaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thou, love-scorning boy, cruell, unkinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Oh, let me once againe intreat some pittie:<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
<span class="i0">May be thou wilt relent thy marble minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lend thine eares unto my dolefull dittie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, pittie him, that pittie craves so sweetly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or else thou shalt be never named meekly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If thou wilt love me, thou shalt be my boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My sweet delight, the comfort of my minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love, my dove, my sollace, and my joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But if I can no grace nor mercie finde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile goe to Caucasus to ease my smart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let a vulture gnaw upon my hart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet if thou wilt but show me one kinde looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A small reward for my so great affection,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile grave thy name in Beauties golden booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shrowd thee under Hellicon's protection:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making the muses chaunt thy lovely prayse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For they delight in shepheard's lowly layes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when th'art wearie of thy keeping sheepe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon a lovely downe, to please thy minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile give thee fine ruffe-footed doves to keepe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pretie pidgeons of another kinde:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A robbin-redbrest shall thy minstrell bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chirping thee sweet and pleasant melodie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if thou wilt goe shoote at little birds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With bow and boult, the thrustle-cocke and sparrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such as our countrey hedges can afford,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I have a fine bowe, and an yvorie arrow.<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And if thou misse, yet meate thou shalt [not] lacke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile hang a bag and bottle at thy backe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wilt thou set springes in a frostie night<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To catch the long-bill'd woodcocke and the snype,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By the bright glimmering of the starrie light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The partridge, phæsant, or the greedie grype;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile lend thee lyme-twigs, and fine sparrow calls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherewith the fowler silly birds inthralls.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or in a mystie morning if thou wilt<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make pitfalls for the larke and pheldifare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy prop and sweake shall be both overguilt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With Cyparissus selfe thou shalt compare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For gins and wyles, the oozels to beguile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst thou under a bush shalt sit and smile.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or with hare-pypes set in a muset hole,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wilt thou deceave the deep-earth-delving coney;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or wilt thou in a yellow boxen bole,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Taste with a wooden splent the sweet lythe honey;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clusters of crimson grapes Ile pull thee downe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with vine-leaves make thee a lovely crowne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or wilt thou drinke a cup of new-made wine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Froathing at top, mixt with a dish of creame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And strawberries, or bilberries, in their prime,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bath'd in a melting sugar-candie streame:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bunnell and perry I have for thee alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When vynes are dead, and all the grapes are gone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I have a pleasant noted nightingale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That sings as sweetly as the silver swan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kept in a cage of bone as white as whale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which I with singing of Philemon wan:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her shalt thou have, and all I have beside,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou wilt be my boy, or els my bride.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then will I lay out all my lardarie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of cheese, of cracknells, curds and clowted-creame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before thy malecontent ill-pleasing eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But why doo I of such great follies dreame?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas, he will not see my simple coate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all my speckled lambe, nor milk-white goate!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Against my birth-day thou shalt be my guest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Weele have greene-cheeses and fine silly-bubs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou shalt be the chiefe of all my feast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I will give thee two fine pretie cubs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With two yong whelps, to make thee sport withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A golden racket, and a tennis-ball.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A guilded nutmeg, and a race of ginger,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A silken girdle, and a drawn-worke band,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cuffs for thy wrists, a gold ring for thy finger,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sweet rose-water for thy lilly-white hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A purse of silke, bespangd with spots of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As brave a one as ere thou didst behold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A paire of knives, a greene hat and a feather,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">New gloves to put upon thy milk-white hand,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Ile give thee, for to keep thee from the weather,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With phœnix feathers shall thy face be fand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cooling those cheekes, that being cool'd wexe red,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like lillyes in a bed of roses shed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why doo thy corall lips disdaine to kisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sucke that sweete which manie have desired?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That baulme my bane, that meanes would mend my misse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Oh, let me then with thy sweete lips b'inspired!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thy lips touch my lips, my lips will turne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To corall too, and, being cold yce, will burne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why should thy sweete love-locke hang dangling downe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Kissing thy girdle-stud with falling pride?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although thy skin be white, thy haire is browne:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Oh, let not then thy haire thy beautie hide!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cut off thy locke, and sell it for gold wier:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The purest gold is tryde in hottest fier.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Faire long-haire-wearing Absolon was kild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because he wore it in a braverie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that which gracde his beautie, Beautie spild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Making him subject to vile slaverie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In being hangd: a death for him too good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sought his owne shame and his father's blood.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Againe we read of old king Priamus,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The haplesse syre of valiant Hector slaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That his haire was so long and odious<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In youth, that in his age it bred his paine:<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For if his haire had not been halfe so long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His life had been, and he had had no wrong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when his stately citie was destroyd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That monument of great antiquitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When his poore hart, with griefe and sorrow cloyd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fled to his wife, last hope in miserie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pyrrhus, more hard than adamantine rockes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Held him and halde him by his aged lockes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These two examples by the way I show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To prove th' indecencie of men's long haire:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I could tell thee of a thousand moe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let these suffice for thee, my lovely faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose eye's my starre, whose smiling is my sunne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose love did ende before my joyes begunne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fond love is blinde, and so art thou, my deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For thou seest not my love and great desart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blinde love is fond, and so thou dost appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For fond and blinde, thou greevst my greeving hart:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be thou fond-blinde, blinde-fond, or one, or all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my love, and I must be thy thrall!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh lend thine yvorie forehead for loves booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thine eyes for candles to behold the same;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That when dim-sighted ones therein shall looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They may discerne that proud disdainefull dame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet claspe that booke, and shut that cazement light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest, th'one obscurde, the other shine too bright.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Sell thy sweet breath to th' daintie musk-ball makers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet sell it so as thou mayst soone redeeme it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let others of thy beauty be pertakers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Else none but Daphnis will so well esteeme it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For what is beauty, except it be well knowne?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And how can it be knowne, except first showne?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Learne of the gentlewomen of this age,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That set their beauties to the open view,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making disdaine their lord, true love their page,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A custome zeale doth hate, desert doth rue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Learne to looke red, anon waxe pale and wan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making a mocke of love, a scorne of man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A candle light, and cover'd with a vaile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth no man good, because it gives no light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So Beauty of her beauty seemes to faile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When being not seene it cannot shine so bright:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then show thyselfe and know thyselfe withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest climing high thou catch too great a fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh foule eclipser of that fayre sun-shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which is intitled Beauty in the best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making that mortall, which is els divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That staines the fayre which women steeme not least:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Get thee to Hell againe, from whence thou art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leave the center of a woman's hart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ah be not staind, sweet boy, with this vilde spot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Indulgence daughter, mother of Mischaunce;<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
<span class="i0">A blemish that doth every beauty blot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That makes them loath'd, but never doth advaunce<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her clyents, fautors, friends, or them that love her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hates them most of all, that most reprove her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Remember age, and thou canst not be prowd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For age puls downe the pride of every man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In youthfull yeares by Nature tis allowde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To have selfe-will, doo Nurture what she can;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nature and Nurture once together met,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soule and shape in decent order set.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Pride looks aloft, still staring on the starres,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Humility looks lowly on the ground;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Th' one menaceth the gods with civill warres,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The other toyles till he have Vertue found.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His thoughts are humble, not aspiring hye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Pride looks haughtily with scornefull eye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Humillity is clad in modest weedes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Pride is brave and glorious to the show;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Humillity his friends with kindnes feedes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Pride his friends in neede will never know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Supplying not their wants, but them disdaining,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst they to pitty never neede complayning.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Humillity in misery is reliev'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Pride in neede of no man is regarded;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pitty and Mercy weepe to see him griev'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in distresse had them so well rewarded;<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But Pride is scornd, contemnd, disdaind, derided,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst Humblenes of all things is provided.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh then be humble, gentle, meeke, and milde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So shalt thou be of every mouth commended;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be not disdainfull, cruell, proud, sweet childe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So shalt thou be of no man much condemned:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Care not for them that vertue doo despise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertue is loathde of fooles, lovde of the wise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O faire boy, trust not to thy beauties wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They cannot carry thee above the sunne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beauty and wealth are transitory things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For all must ende that ever was begunne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Fame and Vertue never shall decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Fame is toombles, Vertue lives for aye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The snow is white, and yet the pepper 's blacke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The one is bought, the other is contemned:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pibbles we have, but store of jeat we lacke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So white comparde to blacke is much condemned.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We doo not praise the swanne because shees white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for she doth in musique much delite.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet the silver-noted nightingale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though she be not so white, is more esteemed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sturgion is dun of hew, white is the whale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet for the daintier dish the first is deemed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What thing is whiter than the milke-bred lilly?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That knowes it not for naught, what man so silly?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Yea, what more noysomer unto the smell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than lillies are? What's sweeter then the sage?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet for pure white the lilly beares the bell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till it be faded through decaying age.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">House-doves are white, and oozels blacke-birds bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet what a difference in the taste we see?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Compare the cow and calfe with ewe and lambe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rough hayrie hydes with softest downy fell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hecfar and bull with weather and with ramme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And you shall see how far they doo excell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">White kine with blacke, blacke coney-skins with gray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kine nesh and strong, skins deare and cheape alway.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The whitest silver is not alwaies best,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lead, tynne, and pewter are of base esteeme;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The yellow burnisht gold that comes from th' East,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And West, of late invented, may beseeme<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The worlds ritch treasury, or Mydas eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ritch mans god, poore mans felicitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Bugle and jeat with snow and alablaster<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will compare; white dammasin with blacke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bullas and wheaton plumbs, to a good taster<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The ripe red cherries have the sweetest smacke:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When they be greene and young, th' are sowre and naught;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But being ripe, with eagernes th' are baught.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Compare the wyld cat to the brownish beaver,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Running for life, with hounds pursued sore,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>
<span class="i0">When huntsmen of her pretious stones bereave her,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which with her teeth sh' had bitten off before;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Restoratives and costly curious felts<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are made of them, and rich imbroydred belts.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To what use serves a peece of crimbling chalke?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The agget stone is white, yet good for nothing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fie, fie, I am asham'd to heare thee talke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be not so much of thine owne image doating:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So faire Narcissus lost his love and life;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beautie is often with itselfe at strife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Right diamonds are of a russet hieu,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The brightsome carbuncles are red to see too;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The saphyre stone is of a watchet blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To this thou canst not chuse but soone agree to:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pearles are not white but gray, rubies are red:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In praise of blacke what can be better sed?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For if we doo consider of each mortall thing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That flyes in welkin, or in water swims,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How everie thing increaseth with the spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And how the blacker still the brighter dims:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We cannot chuse, but needs we must confesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sable excels milk-white in more or lesse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As for example, in the christall cleare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of a sweete streame, or pleasant running river,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thousand formes of fishes will appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose names to thee I cannot now deliver;<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The blacker still the brighter have disgrac'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For pleasant profit and delicious taste.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Salmon and trout are of a ruddie colour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whiting and dare is of a milk-white hiew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nature by them perhaps is made the fuller,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Little they nowrish, be they old or new:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Carp, loach, tench, eeles, though black and bred in mud,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Delight the tooth with taste, and breed good blud.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Innumerable be the kindes, if I could name them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But I a shepheard and no fisher am:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Little it skils whether I praise or blame them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I onely meddle with my ew and lamb:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet this I say that blacke the better is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In birds, beasts, frute, stones, flowres, herbs, mettals, fish.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And last of all, in blacke there doth appeare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such qualities as not in yvorie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Black cannot blush for shame, looke pale for feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Scorning to weare another livorie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blacke is the badge of sober modestie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wonted weare of ancient gravetie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The learned sisters sute themselves in blacke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Learning abandons white and lighter hues;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pleasure and pride light colours never lacke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But true religion doth such toyes refuse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertue and gravity are sisters growne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since blacke by both, and both by blacke are knowne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
<span class="i0">White is the colour of each paltry miller,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">White is the ensigne of each common woman;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">White is white vertues for blacke vyces piller,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">White makes proud fooles inferiour unto no man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">White is the white of body, blacke of minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertue we seldome in white habit finde.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, then be not so proud because th' art fayre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vertue is onely the ritch gift of God:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not selfe-pride thy vertues name impayre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beate not greene youth with sharpe repentance rod:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A fiend, a monster, a mishapen divel;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertues foe, vyces friend, the roote of evill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Apply thy minde to be a vertuous man;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Avoyd ill company, the spoyle of youth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To follow vertues lore doo what thou can,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereby great profit unto the ensuth:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reade bookes, hate ignorance, the foe to art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The damme of errour, envy of the hart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Serve Jove upon thy knees both day and night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Adore his name above all things on earth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall thy vowes be gracious in his sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So little babes are blessed in their birth:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinke on no worldly woe, lament thy sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For lesser cease, when greater griefes begin.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sweare no vaine oathes, heare much, but little say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Speake ill of no man, tend thine owne affaires;<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Bridle thy wrath, thine angrie mood delay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So shall thy minde be seldome cloyd with cares:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be milde and gentle in thy speech to all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Refuse no honest gaine when it doth fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Be not beguild with words, prove not ungratefull,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Releeve thy neighbour in his greatest need,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commit no action that to all is hatefull,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their want with welth, the poore with plentie feed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Twit no man in the teeth with what th' hast done;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Remember flesh is fraile, and hatred shunne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Leave wicked things, which men to mischiefe move,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Least crosse mis-hap may thee in danger bring:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crave no preferment of thy heavenly Jove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor anie honor of thy earthly king:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Boast not thyselfe before th' Almighties sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who knowes thy hart, and anie wicked wight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Be not offensive to the peoples eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">See that thy praiers harts true zeale affords,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scorne not a man that's falne in miserie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Esteeme no tatling tales, no babling words;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That reason is exiled alwaies thinke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When as a drunkard rayles amidst his drinke.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Use not thy lovely lips to loathsome lyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By craftie meanes increase no worldly wealth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strive not with mightie men (whose fortune flies),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With temp'rate diet nourish wholesome health:<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Place well thy words, leave not thy frend for gold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First trie, then trust, in ventring be not bold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Pan repose thy trust; extoll his praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(That never shall decay, but ever lives):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Honor thy parents (to prolong thy dayes),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let not thy left hand know what right hand gives:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From needie men turne not thy face away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though charitie be now yclad in clay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heare shepheards oft (thereby great wisdome growes),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With good advice a sober answere make:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be not remoov'd with every winde that blowes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(That course doo onely sinfull sinners take):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy talke will shew thy fame or els thy shame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(A pratling tongue doth often purchase blame.)<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Obtaine a faithfull frend that will not faile thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Think on thy mother's paine in her child-bearing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make no debate, least quickly thou bewaile thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Visit the sicke with comfortable chearing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pittie the prisner, helpe the fatherlesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Revenge the widdowes wrongs in her distresse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thinke on thy grave, remember still thy end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let not thy winding-sheete be staind with guilt;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trust not a fained reconciled frend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">More than an open foe (that blood hath spilt):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Who tutcheth pitch, with pitch shalbe defiled),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be not with wanton companie beguiled.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Take not a flattring woman to thy wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A shameles creature, full of wanton words,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Whose bad, thy good, whose lust will end thy life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cutting thy hart with sharpe two edged knife):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cast not thy minde on her whose lookes allure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But she that shines in truth and vertue pure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Praise not thyselfe, let other men commend thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beare not a flattring tongue to glaver anie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let parents due correction not offend thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rob not thy neighbor, seeke the love of manie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hate not to heare good counsell given thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lay not thy money unto usurie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Restraine thy steps from too much libertie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fulfill not th' envious mans malitious minde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Embrace thy wife, live not in lecherie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Content thyselfe with what fates have assignde:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be rul'd by reason, warning dangers save;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">True age is reverend worship to thy grave.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Be patient in extreame adversitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Mans chiefest credit growes by dooing well).<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be not high-minded in prosperitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Falshood abhorre, no lying fable tell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give not thyselfe to sloth, (the sinke of shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The moath of time, the enemie to fame).<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This leare I learned of a bel-dame Trot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(When I was yong and wylde as now thou art),<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But her good counsell I regarded not,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I markt it with my eares, not with my hart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now I finde it too-too true (my sonne),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When my age-withered spring is almost done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Behold my gray head, full of silver haires,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My wrinckled skin, deepe furrowes in my face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cares bring old age, old age increaseth cares;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My time is come, and I have run my race:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Winter hath snow'd upon my hoarie head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with my winter all my joyes are dead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thou love-hating boy, (whom once I loved),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Farewell, a thousand-thousand times farewell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My teares the marble-stones to ruth have moved;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My sad complaints the babling ecchoes tell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet thou wouldst take no compassion on mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scorning that crosse which love hath laid upon mee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The hardest steele with fier doth mend his misse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Marble is mollifyde with drops of raine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But thou (more hard than steele or marble is),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doost scorne my teares, and my true love disdaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which for thy sake shall everlasting bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wrote in the annalls of eternitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By this, the night, (with darknes over-spred),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had drawne the curtaines of her cole-blacke bed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Cynthia, muffling her face with a clowd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Lest all the world of her should be too proud)<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Had taken conge of the sable night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(That wanting her cannot be halfe so bright.)<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I, poore forlorn man and outcast creature,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Despairing of my love, despisde of beautie),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Grew malecontent, scorning his lovely feature,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That had disdaind my ever zealous dutie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hy'd me homeward by the moone-shine light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Foreswaring love, and all his fond delight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">FINIS.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
<h3>THE SHEPHEARDS CONTENT, OR THE HAPPINES OF A HARMLES<br />
LIFE. WRITTEN UPON OCCASION OF THE FORMER<br />
SUBJECT.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of all the kindes of common countrey life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Methinkes a shepheards life is most content;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His state is quiet peace, devoyd of strife;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His thoughts are pure from all impure intent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His pleasures rate sits at an easie rent;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He beares no mallice in his harmles hart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Malicious meaning hath in him no part.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He is not troubled with th' afflicted minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His cares are onely over silly sheepe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is not unto jealozie inclinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Thrice happie man) he knowes not how to weepe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whilst I the treble in deepe sorrowes keepe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot keepe the meane; for why (alas)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Griefes have no meane, though I for meane doe passe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No briefes nor semi-briefes are in my songs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because (alas) my griefe is seldome short;<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
<span class="i0">My prick-song's alwayes full of largues and longs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Because I never can obtaine the port<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of my desires: hope is a happie fort).<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prick song (indeed) because it pricks my hart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And song, because sometimes I ease my smart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The mightie monarch of a royall realme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Swaying his scepter with a princely pompe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his desires cannot so steare the healme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But sometime falls into a deadly dumpe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When as he heares the shrilly sounding trumpe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of forren enemies, or home-bred foes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His minde of griefe, his hart is full of woes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or when bad subjects gainst their soveraigne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Like hollow harts) unnaturally rebell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How carefull is he to suppresse againe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their desperate forces, and their powers to quell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With loyall harts, till all againe be well.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When (being subdu'd) his care is rather more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To keepe them under, than it was before.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus is he never full of sweete content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But either this or that his joy debars:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now noblemen gainst noblemen are bent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now gentlemen and others fall at jarrs:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus is his countrey full of civill warrs;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He still in danger sits, still fearing death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For traitors seeke to stop their princes breath.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The whylst the other hath no enemie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without it be the wolfe and cruell fates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Which no man spare): when as his disagree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He with his sheephooke knaps them on the pates,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Schooling his tender lambs from wanton gates.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beasts are more kinde than men, sheepe seeke not blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But countrey caytives kill their countreyes good.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The courtier he fawns for his princes favour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In hope to get a princely ritch reward;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His tongue is tipt with honey for to glaver,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pride deales the deck, whilst chance doth choose the card;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then comes another and his game hath mard,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sitting betwixt him and the morning sun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus night is come before the day is done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some courtiers, carefull of their princes health,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Attend his person with all dilligence;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose hand's their hart, whose welfare is their wealth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose safe protection is their sure defence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For pure affection, not for hope of pence:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such is the faithfull hart, such is the minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of him that is to vertue still inclinde.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The skilfull scholler, and brave man at armes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">First plies his booke, last fights for countries peace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Th' one feares oblivion, th' other fresh alarmes:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His paines nere ende, his travailes never cease;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His with the day, his with the night increase:<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
<span class="i0">He studies how to get eternall fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The souldier fights to win a glorious name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The knight, the squire, the gentleman, the clowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are full of crosses and calamities,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest fickle fortune should begin to frowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And turne their mirth to extreame miseries,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nothing more certaine than incertainties!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune is full of fresh varietie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Constant in nothing but inconstancie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wealthie merchant that doth crosse the seas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Denmarke, Poland, Spaine, and Barbarie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all his ritches, lives not still at ease;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sometimes he feares ship-spoyling pyracie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Another while deceipt and treacherie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his owne factors in a forren land;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus doth he still in dread and danger stand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Well is he tearmd a merchant-venturer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since he doth venter lands, and goods and all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he doth travell for his traffique far,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Little he knowes what fortune may befall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or rather, what mis-fortune happen shall:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sometimes he splits his ship against a rocke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loosing his men, his goods, his wealth, his stocke.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if he so escape with life away,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He counts himselfe a man most fortunate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because the waves their rigorous rage did stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(When being within their cruell powers of late,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
<span class="i2">The seas did seeme to pittie his estate).<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet he never can recover health,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because his joy was drowned with his wealth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The painfull plough-swaine, and the husband-man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rise up each morning by the breake of day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Taking what toyle and drudging paines they can,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all is for to get a little stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet they cannot put their care away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When night is come, their cares begin afresh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinking upon their morrowes busines.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus everie man is troubled with unrest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From rich to poore, from high to low degree:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore I thinke that man is truly blest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That neither cares for wealth nor povertie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But laughs at Fortune, and her foolerie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That gives rich churles great store of golde and fee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lets poore schollers live in miserie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O, fading branches of decaying bayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who now will water your dry-wither'd armes?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or where is he that sung the lovely layes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of simple shepheards in their countrey-farmes?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ah! he is dead, the cause of all our harmes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with him dide my joy and sweete delight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cleare to clowdes, the day is turnd to night.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sydney</span>, the syren of this latter age;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Sydney</span>, the blasing-starre of England's glory;<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sydney</span>, the wonder of the wise and sage;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Sydney</span>, the subject of true vertues story:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This syren, starre, this wonder, and this subject,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is dumbe, dim, gone, and mard by fortune's object.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thou, my sweete Amintas, vertuous minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should I forget thy learning or thy love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well might I be accounted but unkinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose pure affection I so oft did prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Might my poore plaints hard stones to pitty move!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His losse should be lamented of each creature,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So great his name, so gentle was his nature.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But sleepe his soule in sweet Elysium,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(The happy haven of eternall rest);<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let me to my former matter come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proving, by reason, shepheard's life is best,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because he harbours vertue in his brest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And is content, (the chiefest thing of all),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With any fortune that shall him befall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He sits all day lowd-piping on a hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The whilst his flocke about him daunce apace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His hart with joy, his eares with musique fill:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Anon a bleating weather beares the bace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A lambe the treble, and to his disgrace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another answers like a middle meane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus every one to beare a part are faine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Like a great king he rules a little land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Still making statutes and ordayning lawes,<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Which if they breake, he beates them with his wand;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He doth defend them from the greedy jawes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of rav'ning woolves, and lyons bloudy pawes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His field, his realme; his subjects are his sheepe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which he doth still in due obedience keepe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">First he ordaines by act of parlament,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Holden by custome in each country towne),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That if a sheepe (with any bad intent)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Presume to breake the neighbour hedges downe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or haunt strange pastures that be not his owne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall be pounded for his lustines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill his master finde out some redres.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Also if any prove a strageller<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From his owne fellowes in a forraine field,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall be taken for a wanderer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And forc'd himselfe immediatly to yeeld;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or with a wyde-mouth'd mastive curre be kild;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if not claimd within a twelve month's space,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall remaine with land-lord of the place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if one stray to feede far from the rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He shall be pincht by his swift pye-bald curre;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any by his fellowes be opprest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The wronger, (for he doth all wrong abhorre),<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall be well bangd so long as he can sturre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because he did anoy his harmeles brother,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That meant not harme to him nor any other.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And last of all, if any wanton weather,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With briers and brambles teare his fleece in twaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall be forc'd t' abide cold frosty weather,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And powring showres of ratling stormes of raine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till his new fleece begins to grow againe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And for his rashnes he is doom'd to goe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without a new coate all the winter throw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus doth he keepe them still in awfull feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet allowes them liberty inough;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So deare to him their welfare doth appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That when their fleeces gin to waxen rough,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He combs and trims them with a rampicke bough,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Washing them in the streames of silver Ladon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cleanse their skinnes from all corruption.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Another while he wooes his country wench,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With chaplet crownd and gaudy girlonds dight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose burning lust her modest eye doth quench;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Standing amazed at her heavenly sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beauty doth ravish sense with sweet delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clearing Arcadia with a smoothed browe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When sun-bright smiles melt flakes of driven snowe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus doth he frollicke it each day by day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when night comes drawes homeward to his coate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singing a jigge or merry roundelay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For who sings commonly so merry a noate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As he that cannot chop or change a groate?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the winter nights his chiefe desire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He turnes a crabbe or cracknell in the fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
<span class="i0">He leads his wench a country horne-pipe round,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About a may-pole on a holy-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kissing his lovely lasse with garlands crownd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With whoopping heigh-ho singing care away.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus doth he passe the merry month of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all th' yere after, in delight and joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scorning a king, he cares for no annoy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What though with simple cheere he homely fares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He lives content; a king can doo no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, not so much, for kings have manie cares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But he hath none, except it be that sore<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which yong and old, which vexeth ritch and poore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pangs of love. O! who can vanquish Love?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That conquers kingdomes, and the gods above.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Deepe-wounding arrow, hart-consuming fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ruler of reason, slave to tyrant beautie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Monarch of harts, fuell of fond desire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Prentice to folly, foe to fained duetie.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pledge of true zeale, affections moitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou kilst where thou wilt, and whom it list thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas! how can a silly soule resist thee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By thee great Collin lost his libertie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By thee sweet Astrophel forwent his joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By thee Amyntas wept incessantly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By thee good Rowland liv'd in great annoy;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O cruell, peevish, vylde, blind-seeing boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How canst thou hit their harts, and yet not see?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou be blinde, as thou art faind to bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
<span class="i0">A shepheard loves no ill, but onely thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He hath no care, but onely by thy causing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why doost thou shoot thy cruell shafts at mee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Give me some respite, some short time of pausing:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Still my sweet love with bitter lucke th'art sawcing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, if thou hast a minde to shew thy might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kill mightie kings, and not a wretched wight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, O enthraller of infranchizd harts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At my poore hart if thou wilt needs be ayming,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doo me this favour, show me both thy darts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I may chuse the best for my harts mayming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A free consent is priviledgd from blaming.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then pierce his hard hart with thy golden arrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That thou my wrong, that he may rue my sorrow.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But let mee feele the force of thy lead pyle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What should I doo with love when I am old?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know not how to flatter, fawne, or smyle;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then stay thy hand, O cruell bowman, hold!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For if thou strik'st me with thy dart of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sweare to thee by Joves immortall curse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have more in my hart than in my purse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The more I weepe, the more he bends his brow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For in my hart a golden shaft I finde.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cruell, unkinde, and wilt thou leave me so?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can no remorce nor pittie move thy minde?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is mercie in the heavens so hard to finde?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, then it is no mervaile that on earth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of kinde remorce there is so great a dearth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
<span class="i0">How happie were a harmles shepheards life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If he had never knowen what love did meane;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now fond Love in every place is rife,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Staining the purest soule with spots uncleane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Making thicke purses thin, fat bodies leane.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where pleasure, paine, and sad repentance dwell!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There are so manie Danaes now a dayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That love for lucre, paine for gaine is sold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No true affection can their fancie please,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except it be a Jove, to raine downe gold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into their laps, which they wyde open hold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If <i>legem pone</i> comes, he is receav'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When <i>Vix haud habeo</i> is of hope bereav'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus have I showed, in my countrey vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sweet content that shepheards still injoy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mickle pleasure and the little paine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever doth awayte the shepheards boy:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His hart is never troubled with annoy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a king, for he commands his sheepe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He knowes no woe, for he doth seldome weepe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He is a courtier, for he courts his love;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He is a scholler, for he sings sweet ditties;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a souldier, for he wounds doth prove;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He is the fame of townes, the shame of citties:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He scornes false fortune, but true vertue pitties.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gentleman, because his nature<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is kinde and affable to everie creature.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Who would not then a simple shepheard bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rather than be a mightie monarch made?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since he injoyes such perfect libertie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As never can decay, nor never fade:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He seldome sits in dolefull cypresse shade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But lives in hope, in joy, in peace, in blisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Joying all joy with this content of his.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now good fortune lands my little boate<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the shoare of his desired rest:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now must I leave awhile my rurall noate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To thinke on him whom my soule loveth best;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He that can make the most unhappie blest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In whose sweete lap Ile lay me downe to sleepe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And never wake till marble stones shall weepe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">FINIS.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
<h3>SONNET.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Loe here behold these tributarie teares<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Paid to thy faire but cruell tyrant eyes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loe here the blossome of my youthfull yeares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nipt with the fresh of thy wraths winter, dyes!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here on Loves altar I doo offer up<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This burning hart for my soules sacrifice;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here I receave this deadly-poysned cu[p]<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Circe charm'd, wherein deepe magicke lyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then teares, if you be happie teares indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hart, if thou be lodged in his brest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cup, if thou canst helpe despaire with speed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Teares, hart, and cup, conjoine to make me blest!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Teares move, hart win, cup cause, ruth, love, desire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In word, in deed; by moane, by zeale, by fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">FINIS.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
<h3>THE COMPLAINT OF CHASTITIE, BRIEFELY TOUCHING THE CAUSE<br />
OF THE DEATH OF MATILDA FITZWALTERS, AN ENGLISH<br />
LADIE, SOMETIME LOVED OF KING JOHN, AFTER<br />
POYSONED. THE STORIE IS AT LARGE<br />
WRITTEN BY MICHAEL DREYTON.</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You modest dames, inricht with chastitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Maske your bright eyes with Vestaes sable vaile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since few are left so faire or chast as shee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Matter for me to weepe, you to bewaile!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For manie seeming so, of Vertue faile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose lovely cheeks, with rare vermilion tainted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can never blush, because their faire is painted.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O faire-foule tincture, staine of woman kinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mother of Mischiefe, daughter of Deceate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">False traitor to the soule, blot to the minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Usurping tyrant of true beauties seate!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Right cousner of the eye, lewd follies baite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flag of filthines, the sinke of shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The divells dye, dishonour of thy name!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Monster of art, bastard of bad desier,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Il-worshipt idoll, false imagerie!<br /></span>
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Ensigne of vice, to thine owne selfe a lier,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Silent inchaunter, mindes anatomie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sly bawd to lust, pandor to infamie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Slaunder of Truth, truth of dissimulation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Staining our clymate more than anie nation!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What shall I say to thee, thou scorne of Nature,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Blacke spot of sinne, vylde lure of lecherie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Injurious blame to everie fæmale creature,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wronger of time, broker of trecherie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Trap of greene youth, false womens witcherie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Handmaid of pride, highway to wickednesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet pathway to repentance nere the lesse?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou dost entice the minde to dooing evill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou setst dissention twixt the man and wife;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A saint in show, and yet indeed a devill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art the cause of everie common strife;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art the life of Death, the death of Life!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou doost betray thyselfe to infamie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou art once discerned by the eye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ah, little knew Matilda of thy being,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those times were pure from all impure complection;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Love came of Desert, Desert of seeing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then Vertue was the mother of Affection,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Beautie now is under no subjection;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then women were the same that men did deeme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now they are the same they doo not seeme.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
<span class="i0">What fæmale now intreated of a king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With gold and jewels, pearles and precious stones,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would willingly refuse so sweete a thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Onely for a little show of Vertue ones?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Women have kindnes grafted in their bones.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gold is a deepe-perswading orator,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Especially where few the fault abhor.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But yet shee rather deadly poyson chose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Oh cruell bane of most accursed clime!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than staine that milk-white mayden virgin rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which shee had kept unspotted till that time,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And not corrupted with this earthly slime.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her soule shall live, inclosd eternally<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In that pure shrine of immortality!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This is my doome, and this shall come to passe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For what are pleasures but still vading joyes?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fading as flowers, brittle as a glasse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or potters clay, crost with the least annoyes?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All things in this life are but trifling toyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Fame and Vertue never shall decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Fame is toomblesse, Vertue lives for aye!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">FINIS.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
<h2>NOTES.</h2>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_6'>6</a>, l. 1.—<i>Blin.</i>] To cease.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mon that loveth falsnesse and nule never <i>blynne</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sore may him drede the lyf that he is ynne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="right"><i>Wright's Political Songs</i>, p. 212.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, l. 25.—<i>Her hart more hard than adamant or steele.</i>] Compare
"Midsummer Night's Dream," ii. 2.—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"You draw me, <i>you hard-hearted adamant</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet you draw not iron, for my heart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I shall have no power to follow you."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, l. 15.—<i>Ban.</i>] Curse.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_9'>9</a>, l. 13.—<i>Crownets.</i>] Coronets. The term occurs in Shakespeare.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_9'>9</a>, l. 22.—<i>Hunts-up.</i>] Mr. Collier has printed a very curious song,
from which it appears that the <i>hunts-up</i> was known as early as 28 Henry
VIII. The following extract will show the nature of it:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The hunt is up, the hunt is up, &c.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Masters of Art and Doctors of Divinity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have brought this name out of good unity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three noblemen have this to stay,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My lord of Norfolk, Lord of Surrey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my Lord of Shrewsbury,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Duke of Suffolk might have made England merry."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_10'>10</a>, l. 10.—<i>Eughes.</i>] Yews.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_10'>10</a>, l. 15.—<i>Ladon.</i>] A river in Arcadia.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>P. <a href='#Page_11'>11</a>, l. 2.—<i>Syrinx.</i>] An Arcadian nymph, who, flying from Pan, was
turned into a reed, which was afterwards made into a pipe by the
pursuer.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_11'>11</a>, l. 24.—<i>Prickets.</i>] Bucks of the second year.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, l. 10.—<i>Spyke.</i>] Lavender.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, l. 11.—<i>The scarlet dyde carnation bleeding yet.</i>] The idea of a
bleeding flower gives additional grace to one of the most beautiful
passages in Shakespeare.—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It fell upon a little western flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, l. 13.—<i>Good for the blinde.</i>] According to Gerard, p. 537,
"eiebright stamped and laid upon the eies, or the juice thereof, mixed
with white wine, and dropped into the eies, or the destilled water,
taketh awaie the darknesse and dimnesse of the eies, and cleereth the
sight."</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, l. 18.—<i>Sops in wine.</i>] Pinks.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, l. 19.—<i>Bootes.</i>] The marsh marigold. According to Gerard, p.
671, this name for the plant was current only "in Cheshire and those
parts."</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_13'>13</a>, l. 2.—<i>Tyce.</i>] To entice.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>, l. 6.—<i>The christall fountaines.</i>]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="right"><i>Midsummer Night's Dream</i>, iii. 2.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, l. 24.—<i>Boult.</i>] A short thick arrow.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, l. 24.—<i>Thrustle-cocke.</i>] The male thrush.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, l. 25.—<i>Afforde.</i>] "Afford's," orig.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_17'>17</a>, l. 6.—<i>Grype.</i>] A griffin.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_17'>17</a>, l. 13.—<i>Oozels.</i>] Blackbirds. See p. 24.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_18'>18</a>, l. 3.—<i>As white as whale.</i>]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"This is the flower that smiles on every one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That show his teeth <i>as white as whales bone</i>."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="right"><i>Love's Labour's Lost</i>, v. ii.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>P. <a href='#Page_20'>20</a>, l. 12.—<i>My lovely faire.</i>] Compare the Midsummer Night's Dream,
i. 1.—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i2">——"O, happy fair!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your eyes are lode-stars."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_22'>22</a>, l. 3.—<i>Fautors.</i>] Abetters, supporters.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_25'>25</a>, l. 1.—<i>When huntsmen, &c.</i>]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">——"imitatus castora, qui se<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eunuchum ipse facit, cupiens evadere damno<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Testiculorum."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="right"><i>Juvenal</i>, xii. 84.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_27'>27</a>, l. 1.—<i>White is the colour.</i>] This stanza seems to have been
imitated in "Greenes Funeralls," 4to. London, 1594. See the "First
Sketches of Henry VI," Introduction, p. xxiii.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_30'>30</a>, l. 4.—<i>Knife.</i>] So in the original, but probably a mistake for
swords.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_30'>30</a>, l. 8.—<i>Glaver.</i>] To flatter.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_35'>35</a>, l. 11.—<i>Deck.</i>] Pack of cards.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_40'>40</a>, l. 12.—<i>Rampicke.</i>] Partially decayed; a term generally applied
to a tree which begins to decay at the top through age.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_40'>40</a>, l. 21.—<i>Melt.</i>] "Melts" in the original.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_42'>42</a>, l. 24.—<i>Cruell, unkinde, and wilt thou leave me so.</i>] Compare
Midsummer Night's Dream, iii. 2, "why unkindly didst thou leave me so?"</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_46'>46</a>, l. 3.—<i>After.</i>] Afterwards. The poetical legend by Drayton, here
alluded to, will be found in the collected works of that writer.</p>
<p>P. <a href='#Page_48'>48</a>, l. 4.—<i>Ones.</i>] Once. After this poem is inserted, in the
original, three pages entitled, "Hellens Rape, or a light Lanthorne for
light Ladies. Written in English hexameters."</p>
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