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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>A new Sonnet, &s;hewing how the Godde&s;s <HI>Diana</HI></HEAD>
<P><HI>Transformed <HI>Acteon</HI> into the &s;hape of a Hart. to a New Tune.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L><HI>DIANA</HI> and her Darlings dear,</L>
<L>went walking on a Day,</L>
<L>Throughout the Wood and Waters clear,</L>
<L>for their di&s;ports and play.</L>
<L>The leaves aloft were very green</L>
<L>and plea&s;ant to behold,</L>
<L>The&s;e Nymphs they walkt the trees between,</L>
<L>under the &s;haddows cold.</L>
<L>So long, at la&s;t they found a place</L>
<L>of Springs and Waters clear,</L>
<L>A fairer Bath there never was</L>
<L>found out this thou&s;and Year;</L>
<L>Wherin <HI>Diana</HI> dantily,</L>
<L>her &s;elf began to bathe.</L>
<L>And all her Virgins fair and pure,</L>
<L>them&s;elves did wa&s;h and lave.</L>
<L>And as the Nymphs in water &s;tood,</L>
<L><HI>ACTEON</HI> pa&s;&s;ed by,</L>
<L>As he came runing through the VVood,</L>
<L>on them he ca&s;t his Eye,</L>
<L>And eke beheld their bodies bare,</L>
<L>then pre&s;ently that tide,</L>
<L>And as the Nymphs of him were ware,</L>
<L>with voice aloud they cry'd,</L>
<L>And clos'd <HI>Diana</HI> round about,</L>
<L>to hide her body &s;mall;</L>
<L>But &s;he was highe&s;t of the Rout.</L>
<L>and &s;een above them all.</L>
<L>And when <HI>Diana</HI> did perceive</L>
<L>where <HI>Acteon</HI> did &s;tand;</L>
<L>A fu<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ious look to him &s;he gave,</L>
<L>and took her Bow in hand,</L>
<L>And as &s;he went about to &s;hoot,</L>
<L><HI>Acteon</HI> began to run,</L>
<L>To hide he thought it was no boot,</L>
<L>his former &s;ight were done.</L>
<L>And as he though<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> from her to '&s;cape,</L>
<L>&s;he brought it &s;o to pa&s;s,</L>
<L>Incotinently chang'd his &s;hape,</L>
<L>even runing as he was;</L>
<L>Each Godde&s;s took <HI>Diana</HI>'s part,</L>
<L><HI>Acteon</HI> to transform,</L>
<L>To make of him a huge wild Hart,</L>
<L>there they did all determ;</L>
<L>His Skin that was &s;o fine and fair,</L>
<L>was made a towny Red,</L>
<L>His body overgrown with Hair,</L>
<L>from feet unto the head;</L>
<L>and on his head great Horns were &s;et,</L>
<L>mo&s;t wonderous to behold,</L>
<L>a luger Hart was never met,</L>
<L>nor &s;een upon the Mold;</L>
<L>His Ears and Eyes that were &s;o fair,</L>
<L>transformed were full &s;trange,</L>
<L>His Hands and Feet compelled were</L>
<L>throughout the VVoods to range.</L>
<L>Thus was he made a perfect Hart,</L>
<L>and wared fierce and grim;</L>
<L>His former &s;hape did quite depart</L>
<L>from every joint and limb;</L>
<L>but &s;till his Memory did remain,</L>
<L>although he could not &s;peak,</L>
<L>Nor yet among his Friends complain,</L>
<L>his woful mind to break,</L>
<L>at length he thought for to repair</L>
<L>home to his dwelling place,</L>
<L>anon of him his Hounds were ware,</L>
<L>and 'gan to cry apare:</L>
<L>Then <HI>Acteon</HI> was &s;ore aga&s;t,</L>
<L>his Hounds would him devour,</L>
<L>and from them then he fled full fa&s;t,</L>
<L>with all his might and power.</L>
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<L>HE &s;pared neither bu&s;h nor brake</L>
<L>but ran through thick and thin,</L>
<L>VVith all the &s;wiftne&s;s he could make,</L>
<L>in hope to &s;ave his Skin:</L>
<L>Yet were his Hounds &s;o near his tail,</L>
<L>and followed him &s;o fa&s;t,</L>
<L>That running might not him avail,</L>
<L>for all his &s;peed and ha&s;te:</L>
<L>For why his Hounds would never lin</L>
<L>till they him overtook,</L>
<L>and then they rent and tore his Skin,</L>
<L>and all his body &s;hook:</L>
<L>I am your Ma&s;ter <HI>Acteon,</HI></L>
<L>then cry'd he to his Hounds,</L>
<L>and made unto them rueful moans,</L>
<L>with &s;ad lamenting &s;ounds;</L>
<L>I have been he which gave you food,</L>
<L>wherein I took delight.</L>
<L>Therefore &s;uck not your ma&s;ters blood,</L>
<L>his friend&s;hip to requite.</L>
<L>but tho&s;e Curs of a cur&s;ed kind,</L>
<L>on him had no remor&s;e,</L>
<L>although he was their deare&s;t friend,</L>
<L>they pull'd him down by force.</L>
<L>There was no man to take his part,</L>
<L>the &s;tory telleth plain;</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Acteon</HI> a huge wild Hart,</L>
<L>among the Does were &s;lain:</L>
<L>You Hunters all that Range the woods,</L>
<L>although you ri&s;e up rath,</L>
<L>beware you come not nigh the Flood</L>
<L>where Virgins u&s;e to hathe:</L>
<L>For if <HI>Diana</HI> you e&s;py</L>
<L>among her Derlings dear,</L>
<L>Your former &s;hape &s;he will di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>and make you Horns to wear:</L>
<L>and &s;o I do conclude my Song,</L>
<L>have nothing to alledge;</L>
<L>If <HI>Acteon</HI> had right or wrong,</L>
<L>let all true Virgins judge.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Lullaby,</HEAD>
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<L>COme little Babe, come &s;illy Soul.</L>
<L>thy fathers &s;hame &amp; mothers grief</L>
<L>Born as <HI>I</HI>doubt to all our doles,</L>
<L>unto thy &s;elf unhappy chief:</L>
<L>Sing Lullaby, and keep it warm,</L>
<L>Poor Soul, it thinks no Creature harm;</L>
<L>thou little think'&s;t, &amp; lea&s;t do&s;t know,</L>
<L>the cau&s;e of this thy Mothers moan,</L>
<L>thou wante&s;t wir to wail or woe,</L>
<L>and <HI>I</HI>my &s;elf am left alone:</L>
<L>why do&s;t thou weep, why do&s;t thou wail</L>
<L>And knowe&s;t not what thou do&s;t ail.</L>
<L>Come &s;illy wretch, ah &s;illy heart,</L>
<L>my only joy what can <HI>I</HI>more?</L>
<L>If there be any wrong, thy &s;mart,</L>
<L>that may thy di&s;tiny deplore,</L>
<L>'tis <HI>I, I</HI>&s;ay, again&s;t my will,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> wait the time, but be thou &s;till.</L>
<L>And do&s;t thou &s;mile, O thou &s;weet face,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> would thy Dad the &s;ame might &s;ee,</L>
<L>No doubt but it would purcha&s;e grace,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> know it would be for thee &amp; me.</L>
<L>But come to Mother, Babe, and play,</L>
<L>Poor Father fal&s;e is fled away.</L>
<L>Sweet babe, i'&s;t be thy fortune chance,</L>
<L>thy father home again to &s;end,</L>
<L>if Death doth &s;trike me with his lance,</L>
<L>yet may'&s;t thou me to him commend:</L>
<L>if any ask thy Mothers name,</L>
<L>tell how by love &s;he purcha'&s;t blame:</L>
<L>then will his gentle heart &s;oon yeild,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> know him of a noble mind,</L>
<L>Although a Lion in the Field,</L>
<L>a Lamb in town thou &s;halt him find;</L>
<L>ask ble&s;&s;ing Lad, be not afraid,</L>
<L>His Sugred lips hath me betray'd.</L>
<L>then may'&s;t thou joy and be right glad</L>
<L>although in woe <HI>I</HI>&s;eem to mourn,</L>
<L>thy Father is no Ra&s;cal Lad,</L>
<L>an able Youth of blood and bone,</L>
<L>His glancing look, if he once &s;mile,</L>
<L>Right hone&s;t Women will beguile.</L>
<L>Come little boy, and rock a&s;leep,</L>
<L>&s;ing Lullaby and do not cry,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> can do nought el&s;e but weep,</L>
<L>and &s;it by thee the Lullaby;</L>
<L>God ble&s;s the babe and Lullaby,</L>
<L>From this thy Fathers Cruelty.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed by and for</HI> A. M. <HI>and Sold</HI> by <HI>the</HI> Book&s;ellers <HI>of</HI> London.</P>
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