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<P>LOVES MARTYR OR, ROSALINS COMPLAINT. Allegorically &s;hadowing the truth of Loue, in the con&s;tant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle. A Poeme enterlaced with much varietie and raritie; now fir&s;t tran&s;lated out of the venerable Italian Torquato Caeliano, by ROBERT CHESTER.</P>
<P>With the true legend of famous King Arthur, the la&s;t of the nine Worthies, being the fir&s;t E&s;&s;ay of a new Bryti&s;h Poet: collected out of diuer&s;e Authenticall Records.</P>
<P>To the&s;e are added &s;ome new compo&s;itions, of &s;euerall moderne Writers who&s;e names are &s;ub&s;cribed to their &s;euerall workes, vpon the first Subiect: viz. the Phoenix and Turtle.</P>
<Q>Mar:&mdash;Mutare dominum non pote&s;t liber notus.</Q>
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<P>LONDON Imprinted for E. B. 1601.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>TO THE HONORA|ble, and (of me before all other) <HI>honored Knight, Sir Iohn Salisburie,</HI> one of the E&s;quires of the bodie to the <HI>Queenes mo&s;t excellent Maiestie, Robert</HI> Che&s;ter wi&s;heth increa&s;e of vertue <HI>and honour.</HI></HEAD>
<Q LANG="lat">Po&s;&s;e &amp; nolle, nobile.</Q>
<P>_HOnorable Sir, hauing ac|cording to the directions of &s;ome of my be&s;t&punc; min|ded friends, fini&s;hed my long expected labour; knowing this ripe iudging world to be full of enuie, euery one (as &s;ound rea&s;on requireth) thinking his owne child to be faire&s;t although an Aethiopian, I am emboldened to put my infant wit to the eye of the world vnder your protectio~,
<PB REF="3"> knowing that if Ab&s;urditie like a Theefe haue crept into any part of the&s;e Roems, your well-graced name will ouer-&s;hadow the&s;e defaults, and the knowne Caracter of your vertues, cau&s;e the common back-bi|ting enemies of good &s;pirits, to be &s;ilent. To the VVorld I put my Child to nur&s;e, at the expence of your fauour, who&s;e glorie will &s;top the mouthes of the vulgar, and I hope cau&s;e the learned to rocke it a&s;leepe (for your &s;ake) in the bo&s;ome of good wil. Thus wi&s;hing you all the ble&s;&s;ings of heauen and earth; lend.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Yours in all &s;eruice, RO. CHESTER.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>The Authors reque&s;t to the Phoenix.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PHoenix of beautie, beauteous Bird of any</L>
<L>To thee I do entitle all my labour,</L>
<L>More precious in mine eye by far then many,</L>
<L>That feed&s;t all earthly &s;ences with thy &s;auour:</L>
<L>Accept my home-writ prai&s;es of thy loue,</L>
<L>And kind acceptance of thy <HI>Turtle-doue.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some deepe-read Scholler fam'd for Poetrie,</L>
<L>Who&s;e wit-inchanting ver&s;e de&s;erueth fame,</L>
<L>Should &s;ing of thy perfections pa&s;sing beautie,</L>
<L>And eleuate thy famous worthy name:</L>
<L>Yet I the lea&s;t, and meane&s;t in degree,</L>
<L>Endeuoured haue to plea&s;e in prai&s;ing thee.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. Che&s;ter.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>To the kind Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OF bloudy warres, nor of the &s;acke of <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Pryams</HI> murdred &s;onnes, nor <HI>Didoes</HI> fall,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Hellens</HI> rape, by <HI>Paris Troian</HI> boy,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> victories, nor <HI>Pompeys</HI> thrall,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Lucrece</HI> rape, being raui&s;ht by a King,</L>
<L>Of none of the&s;e, of &s;weete Conceit I &s;ing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then (gentle Reader) ouer-reade my Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>That armes her&s;elfe to flie a lowly flight,</L>
<L>My vntun'd &s;tringed ver&s;e do thou excu&s;e,</L>
<L>That may perhaps accepted, yeeld delights</L>
<L>I cannot clime in prai&s;es to the skie,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t falling, I be drown'd with infamie.</L>
</LG>
<Q LANG="lat">Mea mecum Porto.</Q>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. Ch.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="complaint">
<PB N="1" REF="4">
<HEAD>ROSALINS COM|PLAINT, METAPHORI-cally applied to Dame Nature at a <HI>Parlia|ment held (in the high Star-chamber) by the</HI> Gods, for the pre&s;eruation and increa&s;e of <HI>Earths beauteous Phoenix.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Solemne day of meeting mong&s;t the Gods,</L>
<L>And royall parliament there was ordained:</L>
<L>The heauenly Synod was at open ods,</L>
<L>And many harts with earthly wrongs were pained;</L>
<L>Some came to craue excu&s;e, &s;ome to complaine</L>
<L>Of heauie burdend griefes they did &s;u&s;taine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ve&s;ta</HI> &s;he told, her Temple was defiled:</L>
<L><HI>Iuno</HI> how that her nuptiall knot was broken;</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> from her &s;onne <HI>Cupid</HI> was exiled:</L>
<L>And <HI>Pallas</HI> tree with ignorance was &s;hoken:</L>
<L><HI>Bellona</HI> rau'd at Lordlike cowardice,</L>
<L>And <HI>Cupid</HI> that fond Ladies were &s;o nice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To this A&s;&s;embly came Dame <HI>Nature</HI> weeping,</L>
<L>And with her handkercher through wet with teares,</L>
<L>She dried her ro&s;ie cheekes, made pale with &s;ighing,</L>
<L>Hanging her wofull head, head full of feares:</L>
<L>And to <HI>Ioues</HI> &s;elfe plac'd in a golden &s;eate,</L>
<L>She kneeld her downe, and thus gan to intreate:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou mightie Imperator of the earth,</L>
<L>Thou euer-liuing Regent of the aire,</L>
<L>That to all creatures giu'&s;t a liuely breath,</L>
<PB N="2" REF="5">
<L>And thundre&s;t wrath downe from thy firie chaire,</L>
<L>Behold thy handmaid, king of earthly kings,</L>
<L>That to thy gracious &s;ight &s;ad tidings brings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One rare rich <HI>Phoenix</HI> of exceeding beautie,</L>
<L>One none-like Lillie in the earth I placed;</L>
<L>One faire <HI>Helena,</HI> to whom men owe dutie:</L>
<L>One countrey with a milke-white Doue I graced:</L>
<L>One and none &s;uch, &s;ince the wide world was found,</L>
<L>Hath euer <HI>Nature</HI> placed on the ground.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her head I framed of a heauenly map,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Head.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Wherein the &s;euenfold vertues were enclo&s;ed,</L>
<L>When great <HI>Apollo</HI> &s;lept within my lap,</L>
<L>And in my bo&s;ome had his re&s;t repo&s;ed,</L>
<L>I cut away his locks of pure&s;t gold,</L>
<L>And plac'd them on her head of earthly mould.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the lea&s;t whi&s;tling wind begins to &s;ing,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Haire.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>And gently blowes her haire about her necke,</L>
<L>Like to a chime of bels it &s;oft doth ring,</L>
<L>And with the pretie noi&s;e the wind doth checke,</L>
<L>Able to lull a&s;leepe a pen&s;iue hart,</L>
<L>That of the round worlds &s;orrowes beares a part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her forehead is a place for princely <HI>Ioue</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Forehead.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>To &s;it, and cen&s;ure matters of import:</L>
<L>Wherein men reade the &s;weete conceipts of Loue,</L>
<L>To which hart-pained Louers do re&s;ort,</L>
<L>And in this Tablet find to cure the wound,</L>
<L>For which no &s;alue or herbe was euer found.</L>
<PB N="3" REF="5">
<L>Vnder this mirrour, are her princely eyes:<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Eyes.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Two Carbuncles, two rich imperiall lights;</L>
<L>That ore the day and night do &s;oueraignize,</L>
<L>And their dimme tapers to their re&s;t &s;he frights:</L>
<L>Her eyes excell the Moone and glorious Sonne,</L>
<L>And when &s;he ri&s;eth al their force is donne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her morning-coloured cheekes, in which is plac'd,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Cheekes.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>A Lillie lying in a bed of Ro&s;es;</L>
<L>This part aboue all other I haue grac'd,</L>
<L>For in the blew veines you may reade &s;weet po&s;ies:</L>
<L>When &s;he doth blu&s;h, the Heauens do wax red,</L>
<L>When &s;he lookes pale, that heauenly Front is dead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her chinne a litle litle pretie thing,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Chinne.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>In which the &s;weet carnatian Gelli-flower;</L>
<L>Is round encompa&s;t in a chri&s;tall ring,</L>
<L>And of that pretie Orbe doth beare a power:</L>
<L>No &s;torme of Enuie can this glorietouch,</L>
<L>Though many &s;hould a&s;&s;ay it ouermuch.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her lippes two rubie Gates from whence doth &s;pring,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Lippes:</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Sweet honied deaw by an intangled ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>From forth the&s;e glories doth the Night-bird &s;ing,</L>
<L>A Nightingale that no right notes will mi&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>True learned Eloquence and Poetrie,</L>
<L>Do come betwene the&s;e dores of excellencie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her teeth are hewed from rich cry&s;tal Rockes,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Teeth.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Or from the Indian pearle of much e&s;teem,</L>
<L>The&s;e in a clo&s;et her deep coun&s;ell lockes,</L>
<PB N="4" REF="6">
<L>And are as porters to &s;o faire a Queene,</L>
<L>They ta&s;te the diet of the heau'nly traine,</L>
<L>Other ba&s;e gro&s;&s;ene&s;&s;e they do &s;till di&s;daine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her tongue the vtterer of all glorious things,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Tongue.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>The &s;iluer clapper of that golden bell,</L>
<L>That neuer &s;oundeth but to mightie Kings,</L>
<L>And when &s;he &s;peakes, her &s;peeches do excell:</L>
<L>He in a happie chaire him&s;elfe doth place,</L>
<L>Who&s;e name with her &s;weet tongue &s;he means to grace&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her necke is <HI>Ve&s;tas</HI> &s;iluer conduict pipe,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Necke.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>In which &s;he powers perfect cha&s;titie,</L>
<L>And of the muskie grapes in &s;ommer ripe,</L>
<L>She makes a liquor of ratietie,</L>
<L>That dies this &s;wanne-like piller to a white,</L>
<L>More glorious then the day with all his light.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her brea&s;ts two cry&s;tall orbes of white&s;t white,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Brea&s;tes.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Two little mounts from whence lifes comfort &s;prings,</L>
<L>Betweene tho&s;e hillockes <HI>Cupid</HI> doth delight</L>
<L>To &s;it and play, and in that valley &s;ings:</L>
<L>Looking loue-babies in her wanton eyes,</L>
<L>That all gro&s;&s;e vapours thence doth cha&s;te&s;ize.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her armes are branches of that &s;iluer tree,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Armes.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>That men &s;urname the rich <HI>Hesperides,</HI></L>
<L>A precious circling &s;hew of mode&s;tie,</L>
<L>When &s;he doth &s;pread the&s;e glories happines:</L>
<L>Ten times ten thou&s;and ble&s;&s;ings he doth ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Who&s;e circled armes &s;hall cling about her wa&s;te.</L>
<PB N="5" REF="6">
<L>Her hands are fortunes palmes, where men may reade<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Hands.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>His fir&s;t houres de&s;tiny, or weale or woe,</L>
<L>When &s;he this sky-like map abroad doth-&s;preade,</L>
<L>Like pilgrimes many to this Saint do go,</L>
<L>And in her hand, white hand, they there do &s;ee</L>
<L>Loue lying in a bed of yuorie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her fingers long and &s;mall do grace her hand;<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Fingers.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>For when &s;he toucheth the &s;weete &s;ounding Lute,</L>
<L>The wild vntamed bea&s;ts amaz'd do &s;tand,</L>
<L>And carroll-chanting birds are &s;udden mute:</L>
<L>O fingers how you grace the &s;iluer wires,</L>
<L>And in humanitie burne <HI>Venus</HI> fires!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her bellie (&ocirc; grace incomprehen&s;ible)<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Bellie.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Far whiter then the milke-white lillie flower,</L>
<L>O might <HI>Arabian Phoenix</HI> come inui&s;ible,</L>
<L>And on this mountaine build a glorious bower,</L>
<L>Then Sunne and Moone as tapers to her bed,</L>
<L>Wouldlight loues Lord to take her maidenhead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Be &s;till my thoughts, be &s;ilent all yea Mu&s;es,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Nota.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Wit-flowing eloquence now grace my tongue:</L>
<L>Ari&s;e old <HI>Homer</HI> and make no excu&s;es,</L>
<L>Of a rare peece of art mu&s;t be my &s;ong,</L>
<L>Of more then mo&s;t, and mo&s;t of all beloued,</L>
<L>About the which <HI>Venus</HI> &s;weete doues haue houered.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is a place in louely paradize,</L>
<L>From whence the golden <HI>Gehon</HI> ouerflowes,</L>
<L>A fountaine of &s;uch honorable prize,</L>
<PB N="6" REF="7">
<L>That none the &s;acred, &s;acred vertues knowes,</L>
<L>Walled about, betok'ning &s;ure defence,</L>
<L>With trees of life, to keepe bad errors thence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Thighs two pillers fairer far then faire,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Thighes.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Two vnderprops of that cele&s;tiall hou&s;e,</L>
<L>That Man&s;ion that is <HI>Iunos</HI> &s;iluer chaire,</L>
<L>In which <HI>Ambro&s;ia VENVS</HI> doth carou&s;e,</L>
<L>And in her thighs the prety veines are running</L>
<L>Like Chri&s;tall riuers from the maine &s;treames flowing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Legges are made as graces to the re&s;t,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Legges.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>So pretie, white, and &s;o proportionate,</L>
<L>That leades her to loues royall &s;portiue ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Like to a light bright Angel in her gate:</L>
<L>For why no creature in the earth but &s;he,</L>
<L>Is like an Angell, Angell let her be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Feete (now draw I to conclu&s;ion)<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Feete.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Are neat and litle to delight the eye,</L>
<L>No tearme in all humane inuention,</L>
<L>Or in the veine of &s;weet writ Poetrie</L>
<L>Can ere be found, to giue her feet that grace,</L>
<L>That beares her corporate Soule from place to place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And if by night &s;he walke, the Marigold,</L>
<L>That doth inclo&s;e the glorie of her eye,</L>
<L>At her approch her beauty doth vnfold,</L>
<L>And &s;preads her &s;elfe in all her royaltie,</L>
<L>Such vertue hath this Phoenix gla&s;&s;y &s;hield,</L>
<L>That Floures and Herbs at her faire &s;ight do yeeld.</L>
<PB N="7" REF="7">
<L>And if &s;he grace the Walkes within the day,</L>
<L><HI>Flora</HI> doth &s;preade an Arras cloth of flowers,</L>
<L>Before her do the prety <HI>Satires</HI> play,</L>
<L>And make her banquets in their leauie Bowers:</L>
<L>Head, Haire, Brow, Eyes, Cheeks, Chin and all,</L>
<L>Lippes, Teeth, Tong, Neck, Bre&s;ts, Belly are maie&s;ticall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This <HI>Phoenix</HI> I do feare me will decay,</L>
<L>And from her a&s;hes neuer will ari&s;e</L>
<L>An other Bird her wings for to di&s;play,</L>
<L>And her rich beauty for to equalize:</L>
<L>The <HI>Arabian</HI> fiers are too dull and ba&s;e,</L>
<L>To make another &s;pring within her place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Therefore dread Regent of the&s;e Elements,</L>
<L>Pitie poore <HI>Nature</HI> in her Art excelling,</L>
<L>Giue thou an humble eare to my laments,</L>
<L>That to thee haue a long true tale beene telling,</L>
<L>Of her, who when it plea&s;e thee to behold,</L>
<L>Her outward &s;ight &s;hall bewties pride vnfold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At the&s;e words <HI>Ioue</HI> &s;tood as a man amazed,</L>
<L>And <HI>Iunos</HI> loue-bred bewtie turnd to wight,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> &s;he blu&s;ht, and on dame <HI>Nature</HI> gazed,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ve&s;ta</HI> &s;he began to weepe outright:</L>
<L>And litle <HI>Cupid</HI> poore boy &s;trucke in loue,</L>
<L>With repetition of this earthly Doue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But at the la&s;t <HI>Ioue</HI> gan to rou&s;e his &s;pirit,</L>
<L>And told dame <HI>Nature</HI> in her &s;weet di&s;cour&s;e;</L>
<L>Her womans Toung did run before her Wit,</L>
<PB N="8" REF="8">
<L>Such a faire &s;oule her &s;elfe could neuer nur&s;e,</L>
<L>Nor in the va&s;tie earth was euer liuing,</L>
<L>Such beauty that all beauty was excelling.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> was &s;trucke with pale temeritie,</L>
<L>To &s;ee the God of thunders lightning eyes;</L>
<L>He &s;hooke his knotty haire &s;o wrathfully,</L>
<L>As if he did the heauenly rout de&s;pi&s;e:</L>
<L>Then downe vpon her knee dame <HI>Nature</HI> fals,</L>
<L>And on the great gods name aloud &s;he cals.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> thou &s;halt &s;ee my commendations,</L>
<L>To be vnworthie and impartiall,</L>
<L>To make of her an extallation,</L>
<L>Who&s;e beauty is deuine maie&s;ticall;</L>
<L>Looke on that painted picture there, behold</L>
<L>The rich wrought <HI>Phoenix</HI> of <HI>Arabian</HI> gold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ioues</HI> eyes were &s;etled on her painted eyes,</L>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> blu&s;hing &s;mil'd, the picture &s;mil'd againe:</L>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> &s;poke to her, and in his heart did ri&s;e</L>
<L>Loues amours, but the picture did di&s;daine</L>
<L>To loue the god, <HI>Ioue</HI> would haue &s;tole a ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>But <HI>Iuno</HI> being by, denyed him this.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When all the re&s;t beheld this counterfeit,</L>
<L>They knew the &s;ub&s;tance was of rarer price:</L>
<L>Some gaz'd vpon her face, on which did waite</L>
<L>As me&s;&s;engers, her two cele&s;tiall eyes;</L>
<L>Eyes wanting fire, did giue a lightning flame,</L>
<L>How much more would her eyes mans &s;ences tame?</L>
<PB N="9" REF="8">
<L>Then all the Gods and Godde&s;&s;es did decree,</L>
<L>In humble maner to intreat of <HI>Ioue,</HI></L>
<L>And euery power vpon his bended knee,</L>
<L>Shewd faithfull &s;eruice in dame <HI>Natures</HI> loue,</L>
<L>Intreating him to pacifie his Ire,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e another <HI>Phoenix</HI> of new fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her picture from <HI>Ioues</HI> eyes hath bani&s;ht Hate,</L>
<L>And Mildne&s;&s;e plaind the furrowes of his brow,</L>
<L>Her painted &s;hape hath cha&s;ti&s;ed debate,</L>
<L>And now to plea&s;ure them he makes a vow:</L>
<L>Then thus <HI>Ioue</HI> &s;pake, tis pittie &s;he &s;hould die,</L>
<L>And leaue no of&s;pring of her Progenie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> go hie thee, get thee <HI>Phoebus</HI> chaire,</L>
<L>Cut through the skie, and leaue <HI>Arabia,</HI></L>
<L>Leaue that il working peece of fruitle&s;&s;e ayre,</L>
<L>Leaue me the plaines of white <HI>Brytania,</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e countries haue no fire to rai&s;e that flame,</L>
<L>That to this <HI>Phoenix</HI> bird can yeeld a name,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is a country Clymat fam'd of old,</L>
<L>That hath to name delight&s;ome <HI>Paphos</HI> Ile,</L>
<L>Ouer the mountaine tops to trudge be bold,</L>
<L>There let thy winged Hor&s;es re&s;t awhile:</L>
<L>Where in avale like <HI>Cipari&s;&s;us</HI> groue,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt behold a &s;econd <HI>Phoenix</HI> loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A champion country full of fertill Plaines,</L>
<L>Greene graffie Medowes, little prettie Hils,</L>
<L>Aboundant plea&s;ure in this place remaines,</L>
<PB N="10" REF="9">
<L>And plenteous &s;weetes this heauenly clymat filles:</L>
<L>Faire flowing bathes that i&s;&s;ue from the rockes,</L>
<L>Aboundant heards of bea&s;ts that come by flockes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>High &s;tately Caedars, &s;turdie bigge arm'd Okes,</L>
<L>Great Poplers, and long trees of <HI>Libanon,</HI></L>
<L>Sweete &s;melling Firre that franken&s;ence prouokes,</L>
<L>And Pine apples from whence &s;weet iuyce doth come:</L>
<L>The &s;ommer-blooming Hauthorne; vnder this</L>
<L>Faire <HI>Venus</HI> from <HI>Adonis</HI> &s;tole a ki&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fine Thickets and rough Brakes for &s;port and plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Places to hunt the light-foote nimble Roe:</L>
<L>The&s;e groues <HI>Diana</HI> did account her trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>And in the cold &s;hades, oftentimes did goe</L>
<L>To lie her downe, faint, weary on the ground,</L>
<L>While&s;t that her Nimphs about her daun&s;t a round.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A quire of heauenly Angels tune their voyces,</L>
<L>And counterfeit the <HI>Nightingale</HI> in &s;inging,</L>
<L>At which delight &s;ome plea&s;ure &s;he reioyces,</L>
<L>And <HI>Plenty</HI> from her cell her gifts is bringing:</L>
<L>Peares, Apples, Plums, and the red ripe Cherries,</L>
<L>Sweet Strawberries with other daintie berries.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here haunt the <HI>Satyres</HI> and the <HI>Driades,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Hamadriades</HI> and pretie Elues,</L>
<L>That in the groues with skipping many plea&s;e,</L>
<L>And runne along vpon the water &s;helues:</L>
<L>Heare <HI>Mermaides</HI> &s;ing, but with <HI>&V;ly&s;&s;es</HI> eares,</L>
<L>The country Gallants do di&s;daine their teares.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="9">
<L>The Crocadile and hi&s;&s;ing Adders &s;ting,</L>
<L>May not come neere this holy plot of ground,</L>
<L>No Nightworme in this continent may &s;ing,</L>
<L>Not poi&s;on-&s;pitting Serpent may be found:</L>
<L>Here Milke and Hony like two riuers ran,</L>
<L>As fruitefull as the land of <HI>Canaan.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What &s;hal I &s;ay? their Orchards &s;pring with plentie,</L>
<L>The Gardens &s;mell like <HI>Floras</HI> paradice,</L>
<L>Bringing increa&s;e from one to number twentie,</L>
<L>As Lycorice and &s;weet <HI>Arabian</HI> &s;pice:</L>
<L>No place is found vnder bright heauens faire bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To beare the name of <HI>Paradi&s;e</HI> but this.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hard by a running &s;treame or cry&s;tall fountaine,</L>
<L>Wherein rich <HI>Orient</HI> pearle is often found,</L>
<L>Enuiron'd with a high and &s;teepie mountaine,</L>
<L>A fertill &s;oile and fruitful plot of ground,</L>
<L>There &s;halt thou find true <HI>Honors</HI> louely <HI>Squire,</HI></L>
<L>That for this <HI>Phoenix</HI> keepes <HI>Prometheus</HI> fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His bower wherein he lodgeth all the night,</L>
<L>Is fram'd of Caedars and high loftie Pine,</L>
<L>I made his hou&s;e to cha&s;tice thence de&s;pight,</L>
<L>And fram'd it like <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">his heauenly roofe of mine:</L>
<L>His name is <HI>Liberall honor,</HI> and his hart,</L>
<L>Aymes at true faithfull &s;eruice and de&s;art.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Looke on his face, and in his browes doth &s;it,</L>
<L>Bloud and &s;weete Mercie hand in hand vnited,</L>
<L>Bloud to his foes, a pre&s;ident mo&s;t fit</L>
<PB N="12" REF="10">
<L>For &s;uch as haue his gentle humour &s;pited:</L>
<L>His Haire is curl'd by nature mild and meeke,</L>
<L>Hangs carele&s;&s;e downe to &s;hrowd a blu&s;hing cheeke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Giue him this Ointment to annoint his Head,</L>
<L>This precious Balme to lay vnto his feet,</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;hall direct him to this <HI>Phoenix</HI> bed,</L>
<L>Where on a high hill he this Bird &s;hall meet:</L>
<L>And of their A&s;hes by my doome &s;hal ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Another <HI>Phoenix</HI> her to equalize.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;aid the Gods and Godde&s;&s;es did applaud,</L>
<L>The Cen&s;ure of this thundring Magi&s;trate,</L>
<L>And <HI>Nature</HI> gaue him euerla&s;ting laud,</L>
<L>And quickly in the dayes bright Coach &s;he gate</L>
<L>Downe to the earth, &s;he's whirled through the ayre;</L>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> ioyne the&s;e fires, thus <HI>Venus</HI> made her prayer.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="introduction to prayer">
<HEAD>An Introduction to the Prayer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GVide thou great Guider of the Sunne and Moone,</L>
<L>Thou elementall fauourer of the&punc; Night,</L>
<L>My vnde&s;erued wit, wit &s;prong too &s;oone,</L>
<L>To giue thy greatne&s;&s;e euerie gracious right:</L>
<L>Let Pen, Hand, Wit and vnde&s;eruing tongue,</L>
<L>Thy prai&s;e and honor &s;ing in euerie &s;ong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In my poore prayer guide my Hand aright,</L>
<L>Guide my dull Wit, guide all my dulled Sen&s;es,</L>
<L>Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light,</L>
<PB N="13" REF="10">
<L>And from thy Booke of life blot my offences:</L>
<L>Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue,</L>
<L>Ile make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD><HI>A Prayer made for the pro&s;peritie of</HI> a &s;iluer coloured Doue, applyed to the <HI>beauteous Phoenix.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Thou great maker of the firmament,</L>
<L>That rid'&s;t vpon the winged <HI>Cherubins,</HI></L>
<L>And on the glorious &s;hining element,</L>
<L>Hear'&s;t the &s;ad praiers of the <HI>Seraphins,</HI></L>
<L>That vnto thee continually &s;ing Hymnes:</L>
<L>Bow downe thy li&s;tning eares thou God of might,</L>
<L>To him who&s;e heart will prai&s;e thee day and night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Accept the humble Praiers of that &s;oule,</L>
<L>That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne,</L>
<L>Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule,</L>
<L>And &s;earcheth reines and heart that are within:</L>
<L>Therefore to thee <HI>Iehouah</HI> Ile begin:</L>
<L>Lifting my head from my impri&s;oned graue,</L>
<L>No mercie but thy mercie me can &s;aue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The foule vntamed Lion &s;till goes roring,</L>
<L>Old hell-bread <HI>Sathan</HI> enemy to mankind,</L>
<L>To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring,</L>
<L>Wherein no Grace to humane fle&s;h's a&s;&s;ign'd,</L>
<PB N="41" REF="11">
<L>But thou cele&s;tiall Father can&s;t him bind:</L>
<L>Tread on his head, tread Sinne and <HI>Sathan</HI> downe,</L>
<L>And on thy &s;eruants head &s;et Mercies crowne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus in acceptance of thy glorious &s;ight,</L>
<L>I purge my deadly &s;inne in hope of grace,</L>
<L>Thou art the Doore, the Lanthorne and the Light,</L>
<L>To guide my &s;infull feete from place to place,</L>
<L>And now O Chri&s;t I bow before thy face:</L>
<L>And for the &s;iluer coloured earthly Doue,</L>
<L>I make my earne&s;t prayer for thy loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Shrowde her &ocirc; Lord vnder thy &s;hadowed wings,</L>
<L>From the worlds enuious malice and deceit,</L>
<L>That like the adder-poi&s;oned &s;erpent &s;tings,</L>
<L>And in her way layes a corrupted baite,</L>
<L>Yet rai&s;e her God vnto thy mercies height:</L>
<L>Guide her, &ocirc; guide her from pernitious foes,</L>
<L>That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wa&s;h her O Lord with Hy&s;ope and with Thime,</L>
<L>And the white &s;now &s;he &s;hall excell in whitene&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Purge her with mercie from all &s;infull crime,</L>
<L>And her &s;oules glorie &s;hall exceed in brightne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>O let thy mercie grow vnto &s;uch ripene&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Behold her, O behold her gratious King,</L>
<L>That vnto thee &s;weet &s;ongs of prai&s;e will &s;ing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as thou lead&s;t through the red coloured waues,</L>
<L>The hoa&s;t of thy elected <HI>I&s;rael,</HI></L>
<L>And from the wrath of <HI>Pharoe</HI> did&s;t them &s;aue,</L>
<PB N="15" REF="11">
<L>Appointing them within that land to dwell,</L>
<L>A cho&s;en land, a land what did excell:</L>
<L>So guide thy &s;iluer Doue vnto that place,</L>
<L>Where &s;he Temptations enuie&punc; may outface.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Increa&s;e thy gifts be&s;towed on thy Creature,</L>
<L>And multiply thy ble&s;&s;ings manifold,</L>
<L>And as thou ha&s;t adorned her with nature,</L>
<L>So with thy ble&s;&s;ed eyes her eyes behold,</L>
<L>That in them doth thy workman&s;hip vnfold,</L>
<L>Let her not wither Lord without increa&s;e,</L>
<L>But ble&s;&s;e her with ioyes of&s;pring of &s;weet peace.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER>Amen. Amen.</CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="introduction to dialogue">
<HEAD>To tho&s;e of light beleefe.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>YOu gentle fauourers of excelling</HI> Mu&s;es,</L>
<L><HI>And gracers of all Learning and De&s;art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You who&s;e Conceit the deepe&s;t worke peru&s;es,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Iudgements &s;till are gouerned by Art:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Reade gently what you reade, this next conceit</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fram'd of pure loue, abandoning deceit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And you who&s;e dull Imagination,</L>
<L>And blind conceited Error hath not knowne,</L>
<L>Of Herbes and Trees true nomination,</L>
<L>But thinke them fabulous that &s;hall be &s;howne:</L>
<L>Learne more, &s;earch much, and &s;urely you &s;hall find,</L>
<L>Plaine hone&s;t Truth and Knowledge comes behind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then gently (gentle Reader) do thou fauour,</L>
<PB N="16" REF="12">
<L>And with a gracious looke grace what is written,</L>
<L>With &s;miling cheare peru&s;e my homely labour,</L>
<L>With Enuies poi&s;oned spitefull looke not bitten:</L>
<L>So &s;halt thou cau&s;e my willing thought to &s;triue,</L>
<L>To adde more Honey to my new made Hiue.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>A meeting Dialogue-wi&s;e betweene Na|ture, <HI>the Phoenix, and the Turtle Doue.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>ALl haile faire <HI>Phoenix,</HI> whither art thou flying?</L>
<L>Why in the hot Sunne do&s;t thou &s;pread thy wings?</L>
<L>More plea&s;ure &s;hould&s;t t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="3 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">ke in cold &s;hades lying,</L>
<L>And for to bathe thy &s;elfe in whol&s;ome Springs,</L>
<L>Where the woods feathered quier &s;weetely &s;ings:</L>
<L>Thy golden Wings and thy brea&s;ts beauteous Eie,</L>
<L>Will fall away in <HI>Phoebus</HI> royaltie&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;tay me not, I am no <HI>Phoenix</HI> I,</L>
<L>And if I be that bird, I am defaced,</L>
<L>Vpon the <HI>Arabian</HI> mountaines I mu&s;t die,</L>
<L>And neuer with a poore yong Turtle graced;</L>
<L>Such operation in me is not placed:</L>
<L>What is my Beautie but a painted wal,</L>
<L>My golden &s;preading Feathers quickly fal,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do&s;t thou &s;head thy Feathers, kill thy Heart,</L>
<L>Weep out thine Eyes, and &s;taine thy golden Face?</L>
<L>Why do&s;t thou of the worlds woe take a part,</L>
<L>And in relenting teares thy &s;elfe di&s;grace?</L>
<L>Ioyes mirthful Tower is thy dwelling place:</L>
<PB N="17" REF="12">
<L>All Birdes for vertue and excelling beautie,</L>
<L>Sing at thy reuerend feet in Loue and Dutie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O how thou feed'&s;t me with my Beauties prai&s;ing!</L>
<L>O how th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Prai&s;e &s;ounds from a golden Toung!</L>
<L>O how <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">y Toung my Vertues would be rai&s;ing!</L>
<L>And rai&s;ing me thou do&s;t corrupt thy &s;ong:</L>
<L>Thou &s;ee&s;t not Honie and Poi&s;on mixt among;</L>
<L>Thou not'&s;t my Beautie with a iealous looke,</L>
<L>But do&s;t not &s;ee how I do bayte my hooke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell me, &ocirc; tell me, for I am thy friend,</L>
<L>I am Dame <HI>Nature</HI> that fir&s;t gaue thee breath,</L>
<L>That from <HI>Ioues</HI> glorious rich &s;eate did de&s;cend,</L>
<L>To &s;et my Feete vpon this lumpi&s;h earth:</L>
<L>What is the cau&s;e of thy &s;ad &s;ullen Mirth?</L>
<L>Ha&s;t thou not Beauty, Vertue, Wit and Fauour:</L>
<L>What other graces would'&s;t thou craue of Nature?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is my Beauty but a vading Flower?</L>
<L>Wherein men reade their deep-conceiued Thrall,</L>
<L>Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower,</L>
<L>To be as &s;eruile va&s;&s;als at my Call?</L>
<L>My Sunne-bred lookes their Sen&s;es do exhall:</L>
<L>But (&ocirc; my griefe) where my faire Eyes would loue,</L>
<L>Foule bleare-eyed Enuie doth my thoughts reprooue.</L>
<L>What is my Vertue but a Tablitorie:</L>
<L>Which if I did be&s;tow would more increa&s;e?</L>
<L>What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie:</L>
<L>That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace?</L>
<PB N="18" REF="13">
<L>But O vaine Bird, giue ore in &s;ilence, cea&s;e;</L>
<L>Malice perchaunce doth hearken to thy words,</L>
<L>That cuts thy threed of Loue with twentie &s;words.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell me (O Mirrour) of our earthly time,</L>
<L>Tell me &s;weete <HI>Phoenix</HI> glorie of mine age,</L>
<L>Who blots thy Beauty with foule <HI>Enuies</HI> crime,</L>
<L>And locks thee vp in fond <HI>Su&s;pitions</HI> cage?</L>
<L>Can any humane heart beare thee &s;uch rage?</L>
<L>Daunt their proud &s;tomacks with thy piercing Eye,</L>
<L>Vnchaine Loues &s;weetne&s;&s;e at thy libertie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is't to bath me in a whole&s;ome Spring,</L>
<L>Or wa&s;h me in a cleere, deepe, running Well,</L>
<L>When I no vertue from the &s;ame do bring,</L>
<L>Nor of the balmie water beare a &s;mell?</L>
<L>It better were for me mong&s;t Crowes to dwell,</L>
<L>Then flocke with Doues, whe~ Doues &s;it alwayes billing,</L>
<L>And wa&s;te my wings of gold, my Beautie killing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile chaine foule <HI>Enuy</HI> to a brazen Gate,</L>
<L>And place deepe <HI>Malice</HI> in a hollow Rocke,</L>
<L>To &s;ome blacke de&s;ert Wood Ile bani&s;h <HI>Hate,</HI></L>
<L>And fond <HI>Su&s;pition</HI> from thy &s;ight Ile locke:</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;hall not &s;tirre, let anie Porter knocke.</L>
<L>Thou art but yong, fre&s;h, greene, and mu&s;t not pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>But catch the not Sunne with thy &s;teeled gla&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Sunne &s;hines not within this Continent,</L>
<L>That with his warme rayes can my dead Bloud cheari&s;h,</L>
<L>Gro&s;&s;e cloudie Vapours from this Aire is &s;ent,</L>
<PB N="19" REF="13">
<L>Not hot reflecting Beames my heart to nouri&s;h.</L>
<L>O Beautie, I do feare me thou wilt peri&s;h;</L>
<L>Then gentle <HI>Nature</HI> let me take my flight,</L>
<L>But ere I pa&s;&s;e, &s;et <HI>Enuie</HI> out of &s;ight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile coniure him, and rai&s;e him from his graue,</L>
<L>And put vpon his head a puni&s;hment:</L>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> thy &s;portiue Plea&s;ure meanes to &s;aue;</L>
<L>Ile &s;end him to perpetuall bani&s;hment,</L>
<L>Like to a totterd Furie ragd and rent:</L>
<L>Ile baffle him, and blind his Iealous eye,</L>
<L>That in thy actions Secrecie would prye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile coniure him, Ile rai&s;e him from his Cell,</L>
<L>Ile pull his Eyes from his con&s;piring head,</L>
<L>Ile locke him in the place where he doth dwell;</L>
<L>Ile &s;tarue him there, till the poore &s;laue be dead,</L>
<L>That on the poi&s;onous Adder oft hath fed:</L>
<L>The&s;e threatnings on the Helhound I will lay,</L>
<L>But the performance beares the greater &s;way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stand by faire <HI>Phoenix,</HI> &s;pread thy Wings of gold,</L>
<L>And daunt the face of Heauen with thine Eye,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Iunos</HI> bird thy Beautie do vn&s;old,</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt triumph ore thine enemie:</L>
<L>Then thou and I in <HI>Phoebus</HI> coach will flie,</L>
<L>Where thou &s;halt &s;ee and ta&s;t a &s;ecret Fire,</L>
<L>That will adde &s;preading life to thy De&s;ire.</L>
<L>Ari&s;e thou bleare-ey'd <HI>Enuie</HI> from thy bed,</L>
<L>Thy bed of Snakie poi&s;on and corruption,</L>
<PB N="20" REF="14">
<L>Vnmaske thy big-&s;wolne Cheekes with poy&s;on red,</L>
<L>For with thee I mu&s;t trie Conclu&s;ion,</L>
<L>And plague thee with the Worlds confu&s;ion.</L>
<L>I charge thee by my Power to appeare,</L>
<L>And by Cele&s;tiall warrant to draw neare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O what a mi&s;tie Dampe breakes from the ground,</L>
<L>Able it &s;elfe to infect this noy&s;ome Aire:</L>
<L>As if a caue of Toades them&s;elues did wound,</L>
<L>Or poy&s;oned Dragons fell into di&s;paire,</L>
<L>Hels damned &s;ent with this may not compare,</L>
<L>And in this foggie cloud there doth ari&s;e</L>
<L>A damned Feend ore me to tyrannize.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;hall not touch a Feather of thy wing,</L>
<L>Or euer haue Authoritie and power,</L>
<L>As he hath had in his dayes &s;ecret prying,</L>
<L>Ouer thy calmie Lookes to &s;end a &s;hower:</L>
<L>Ile place thee now in &s;ecrecies &s;weet Bower,</L>
<L>Where at thy will in &s;port and dallying,</L>
<L>Spend out thy time in Amarous di&s;cour&s;ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Looke <HI>Nurce,</HI> looke <HI>Nature</HI> how the Villaine &s;weates,</L>
<L>His big-&s;wolne Eyes will fall vnto the ground,</L>
<L>With fretting angui&s;h he his blacke brea&s;t beates,</L>
<L>As if he would true harted minds confound:</L>
<L>O keepe him backe, his &s;ight my heart doth wound:</L>
<L>O <HI>Enuie</HI> it is thou that mad'&s;t me peri&s;h,</L>
<L>For want of that true Fire my hart &s;hould nouri&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I will plague him for his wickedne&s;&s;e,</L>
<PB N="21" REF="14">
<L><HI>Enuie</HI> go packe thee to &s;ome forreine &s;oyle,</L>
<L>To &s;ome de&s;ertfull plaine or Wilderne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Where &s;auage Mon&s;ters and wild bea&s;ts do toyle,</L>
<L>And with inhumane Creatures keepe a coyle.</L>
<L>Be gone I &s;ay, and neuer do returne,</L>
<L>Till this round compa&s;t world with fire do burne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is he gone? is <HI>Enuie</HI> packt away?</L>
<L>Then one fowle blot is mooued from his Throne,</L>
<L>That my poore hone&s;t Thoughts did &s;eeke to &s;lay:</L>
<L>Away fowle griefe, and ouer-heauie Mone,</L>
<L>That do orecharge me with continuall grones.</L>
<L>Will you not hence? then with downe-falling teares,</L>
<L>Ile drowne my &s;elfe in ripene&s;&s;e of my Yeares.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fie peeui&s;h Bird, what art thou franticke mad?</L>
<L>Wilt thou confound thy &s;elfe with fooli&s;h Griefe?</L>
<L>If there becau&s;e or meanes for to be had,</L>
<L>Thy Nur&s;e and nouri&s;her will find reliefe:</L>
<L>Then tell me all thy Accidents in briefe;</L>
<L>Haue I not bani&s;ht <HI>Enuy</HI> for thy &s;ake?</L>
<L>I greater things for thee ile vndertake.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Enuie</HI> is gone and bani&s;ht from my &s;ight,</L>
<L>Bani&s;ht for euer comming any more:</L>
<L>But in <HI>Arabia</HI> burnes another Light,</L>
<L>A darke dimme Taper that I mu&s;t adore,</L>
<L>This barren Countrey makes me to deplore:</L>
<L>It is &s;o &s;aple&s;&s;e that the very Spring,</L>
<L>Makes tender new-growne Plants be with'ring.</L>
<PB N="22" REF="15">
<L>The noi&s;ome Aire is growne infectious,</L>
<L>The very Springs for want of Moi&s;ture die,</L>
<L>The glorious Sunne is here pe&s;tiferous,</L>
<L>No hearbes for <HI>Phi&s;icke</HI> or &s;weet <HI>Surgerie,</HI></L>
<L>No balme to cure hearts inward maladie:</L>
<L>No gift of <HI>Nature,</HI> &s;he is here defaced,</L>
<L>Heart-curing <HI>Bal&s;amum</HI> here is not placed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this the &s;umme and &s;ub&s;tance of thy woe?</L>
<L>Is this the Anker-hold vnto thy bote?</L>
<L>Is this thy Sea of Griefe doth ouerflow?</L>
<L>Is this the Riuer &s;ets thy &s;hip a&s;lote?</L>
<L>Is this the Le&s;&s;on thou ha&s;t learn'd by rote?</L>
<L>And is this all? and is this plot of Ground</L>
<L>The &s;ub&s;tance of the Theame doth thee confound?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the Anker-hold, the Sea, the Riuer,</L>
<L>The Le&s;&s;on and the &s;ub&s;tance of my Song,</L>
<L>This is the Rocke my Ship did &s;eeke to &s;hiuer,</L>
<L>And in this ground with Adders was I &s;tung,</L>
<L>And in a loth&s;ome pit was often flung:</L>
<L>My Beautie and my Vertues captiuate,</L>
<L>To Loue, di&s;&s;embling Loue that I did hate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cheare vp thy &s;pirit <HI>Phoenix,</HI> prune thy wings,</L>
<L>And double-gild thy Fethers for my newes;</L>
<L>A <HI>Nightingale</HI> and not a <HI>Rauen</HI> &s;ings,</L>
<L>That from all blacke contention will excu&s;e</L>
<L>Thy heauy thoughts, and &s;et them to peru&s;e</L>
<L>Another Clymat, where thou mai&s;t expre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>A plot of <HI>Paradice</HI> for worthine&s;&s;e.</L>
<PB N="23" REF="15">
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> in diuine diuine&s;&s;e of his Soule,</L>
<L>That rides vpon his firie axaltree,</L>
<L>That with his Mace doth humane fle&s;h controule,</L>
<L>When of mans deedes he makes a Regi&s;trie,</L>
<L>Louing the good for &s;ingularitie:</L>
<L>With a vail'd Count'nance and a gracious Smile,</L>
<L>Did bid me plant my Bird in <HI>Paphos</HI> Ile.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>What ill diuining Planet did pre&s;age,</L>
<L>My timele&s;&s;e birth &s;o timely brought to light?</L>
<L>What fatal Comet did his wrath engage,</L>
<L>To worke a harmele&s;&s;e Bird &s;uch worlds de&s;pight,</L>
<L>Wrapping my dayes bli&s;&s;e in blacke &s;ables night?</L>
<L>No Planet nor no Comet did con&s;pire</L>
<L>My downefall, but foule <HI>Fortunes</HI> wrathful ire.</L>
<L>What did my Beautie moue her to Di&s;daine?</L>
<L>Or did my Vertues &s;hadow all her Bli&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>That &s;he &s;hould place me in a de&s;art&punc; Plaine,</L>
<L>And &s;end forth <HI>Enuie</HI> with a <HI>Iudas</HI> ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To &s;ting me with a Scorpions poi&s;oned hi&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>From my fir&s;t birth-right for to plant me heare,</L>
<L>Where I haue alwaies fed on Griefe and Feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Raile not gain&s;t <HI>Fortunes</HI> &s;acred Deitie,</L>
<L>In youth thy vertuous patience &s;he hath tyred,</L>
<L>From this ba&s;e earth &s;hee'le lift thee vp on hie,</L>
<L>Where in Contents rich Chariot thou &s;halt ride,</L>
<L>And neuer with Impatience to abide:</L>
<L><HI>Fortune</HI> will glorie in thy great renowne,</L>
<L>And on thy feathered head will &s;et a crowne.</L>
<PB N="24" REF="16">
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>T'was time to come, for I was comfortle&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And in my Youth haue bene Infortunate:</L>
<L>This Ile of <HI>Paphos</HI> I do hope will ble&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And alter my halfe-rotten tottering &s;tate;</L>
<L>My hearts Delight was almo&s;t ruinate.</L>
<L>In this rich Ile a <HI>Turtle</HI> had his ne&s;t,</L>
<L>And in a Wood of gold tooke vp his re&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fly in this Chariot, and come &s;it by me,</L>
<L>And we will leaue this ill corrupted Land,</L>
<L>We'le take our cour&s;e through the blew Azure skie,</L>
<L>And &s;et our feete on <HI>Paphos</HI> golden &s;and,</L>
<L>There of that <HI>Turtle Doue</HI> we'le vnder&s;tand:</L>
<L>And vi&s;ite him in tho&s;e delightfull plaines,</L>
<L>Where Peace conioyn'd with Plenty &s;till remaines.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>I come, I come, and now farewell that &s;trond,</L>
<L>Vpon who&s;e craggie rockes my Ship was rent;</L>
<L>Your ill be&s;eeming follies made me fond,</L>
<L>And in a va&s;tie Cell I vp was pent,</L>
<L>Where my fre&s;h blooming Beauty I haue &s;pent.</L>
<L>O blame your &s;elues ill nurtred cruell Swaines,</L>
<L>That fild my &s;carlet Glorie full of Staines.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Welcome immortall Bewtie, we will ride</L>
<L>Ouer the Semi-circle of <HI>Europa,</HI></L>
<L>And bend our cour&s;e where we will &s;ee the Tide,</L>
<L>That partes the Continent of <HI>Affrica,</HI></L>
<L>Where the great <HI>Cham</HI> gouernes <HI>Tartaria:</HI></L>
<L>And when the &s;tarrie Curtaine vales the night,</L>
<L>In <HI>Paphos</HI> &s;acred Ile we meane to light.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="25" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>How glorious is this Chariot of the day,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Phoebus</HI> in his cry&s;tall robes is &s;et,</L>
<L>And to poore pa&s;&s;engers directs a way:</L>
<L>O happie time &s;ince I with <HI>Nature</HI> met,</L>
<L>My immelodious Di&s;cord I vnfret:</L>
<L>And &s;ing &s;weet Hymnes, burn Myrrhe &amp; Franken&s;ence,</L>
<L>Honor that I&s;le that is my &s;ure defence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Looke <HI>Phoenix</HI> ore the world as thou do&s;t ride,</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt &s;ee the pallaces of Kings,</L>
<L>Great huge-built Cities where high States abide,</L>
<L>Temples of Gods, and Altars with rich offrings,</L>
<L>To which the Prie&s;ts their &s;acrifices brings:</L>
<L>Wonders pa&s;t wonder, &s;trange <HI>Pyramides,</HI></L>
<L>And the gold-gathering Strond of <HI>Euphrates.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O what rich plea&s;ure dwelleth in this Land!</L>
<L>Greene &s;pringing Medowes, high vpreared Hils,</L>
<L>The white&punc; flee&s;t Ewe brought tame vnto the hand&punc;</L>
<L>Faire running Riuers that the Countrie fils,</L>
<L>Sweet flowers that faire balmy Deaw di&s;tils,</L>
<L>Great peopled Cities, who&s;e earth-gracing &s;how,</L>
<L>Time is a&s;ham'd to touch or ouerthrow!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be&s;ilent gentle <HI>Phoenix,</HI> Ile repeate,</L>
<L>Some of the&s;e Cities names that we de&s;crie,</L>
<L>And of their large foundation Ile intreate,</L>
<L>Their Founder that fir&s;t rear'd them vpon hie,</L>
<L>Making a glorious Spectacle to each eie:</L>
<L>Warres wald Defender and the Countries grace,</L>
<L>Not battred yet with Times controlling Mace.</L>
<PB N="26" REF="17">
<L><HI>Alfred</HI> the father of faire <HI>Elfleda,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>This Alfred fir&s;t deuided England into Shires, being King of Nor|thumbers.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Founded three goodly famous Mona&s;teries,</L>
<L>In this large Ile of &s;weete <HI>Britania,</HI></L>
<L>For to refre&s;h the poore &s;oules mi&s;eries,</L>
<L>That were afflicted with calamities:</L>
<L>One in the Towne &s;urnamed <HI>Edlingsey,</HI></L>
<L>Which after ages called <HI>Athelney.</HI></L>
<L>The &s;econd Hou&s;e of that Deuotion,</L>
<L>He did erect at worthy <HI>Winche&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L>A place well planted with Religion,</L>
<L>Called in this age the new-builded Min&s;ter,</L>
<L>Still kept in notable reparation:<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Alfred buried in the Cathe|drall Church of VVinche&s;ter.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>And in this famous builded Monument,</L>
<L>His bodie was interd when life was &s;pent.</L>
<L>The la&s;t not lea&s;t &s;urpa&s;&s;ing all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Was <HI>Oxfords</HI> honorable foundation,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>The Vniuer&s;ity of Oxford built by Alfred.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Since when with Learnings glorie it is ble&s;t,</L>
<L>Begun by the godly exhortation</L>
<L>Of the Abbot <HI>Neotus</HI> direction:</L>
<L>From who&s;e rich womb pure Angell-like Diuinitie,</L>
<L>Hath &s;prong to &s;aue vs from Calamitie.</L>
<L><HI>Leyre</HI> the &s;onne of <HI>Baldud</HI> being admitted,</L>
<L>To beare the burden of the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> &s;way,</L>
<L>A Prince with <HI>Natures</HI> glorie being fitted,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>This Sore is a Riuer that run|neth by Leice|&s;ter, called of &s;ome Brenber vvater.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>At what time <HI>Ioas</HI> raigned King of <HI>Iuda,</HI></L>
<L>To make his new got Fame to la&s;t for aye,</L>
<L>By <HI>Sore</HI> he built the Towne of <HI>Caerleir,</HI></L>
<L>That to this day is called <HI>Leyce&s;ter.</HI></L>
<PB N="27" REF="17">
<L><HI>Belin</HI> that famous worthy <HI>Brytaine</HI> King,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>In this Citie were t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ree fa|mous Churches one of S. Iulius the Martyr, the &s;econd of S. A|ron: and the o|ther the mother Church of all Demetia.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>That made the Townes of <HI>France</HI> to feare his frowne,</L>
<L>And the whole <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> Legion to &s;ing.</L>
<L>And to record his gracious great renowne,</L>
<L>Who&s;e ho&s;t of men their Townes were firing:</L>
<L>Builded in <HI>Southwals</HI> height <HI>Caerlion,</HI></L>
<L>Or termed <HI>Arwiske Caerlegion.</HI></L>
<L>This glorious Citie was the onely Pride,</L>
<L>In elde&s;t age of all <HI>Demetia:</HI></L>
<L>Where many notable Monuments abide,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>This Belin al&s;o builded a nota|ble Gate in Lo~|don now called Billingsgate &amp; Belins Castle.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>To grace the Countrey of <HI>Britania,</HI></L>
<L>That from <HI>Times</HI> memorie can neuer &s;lide:</L>
<L><HI>Amphibulus</HI> was borne in this &s;weete place,</L>
<L>Who taught <HI>S. Albon, Albon</HI> full of grace.</L>
<L>King <HI>Lud</HI> &s;urnam'd the great <HI>Lud-hurdibras,</HI></L>
<L>The &s;onne of <HI>Leil,</HI> builded the famous Towne<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Lud, father to Baldud, a man well &s;een in the Sciences of A|&s;tronomie and Necromancie.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Of <HI>Kaerkin,</HI> with a huge Tower of bra&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Now called <HI>Canterburie</HI> of great renowne,</L>
<L>Able to bide the raging Foes &s;tout frowne:</L>
<L>The <HI>Metropolitans</HI> &s;eate where Learning &s;its,</L>
<L>And chiefe of all our <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Bi&s;hoprickes.</L>
<L>This noble King builded faire <HI>Caerguent,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>This Baldud &s;onne of Lud-Hurdibras, made fir&s;t the hot Baths at Caerbran, now called Bathe.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Now cleped <HI>Winche&s;ter</HI> of worthie fame,</L>
<L>And at Mount <HI>Paladour</HI> he built his Tent,</L>
<L>That after ages <HI>Shaft&s;burie</HI> hath to name,</L>
<L>His fir&s;t foundation from King <HI>Leyls</HI> &s;onne came:</L>
<L>About which building Prophet <HI>Aquila,</HI></L>
<L>Did prophe&s;ie in large <HI>Brytania.</HI></L>
<PB N="28" REF="18">
<L>King <HI>Leill</HI> a man of great religion,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>He al&s;o repai|red the Citie of Caer Leon, now called Che&s;ter.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>That made his bordring neighbours for to yeeld,</L>
<L>And on their knees to pleade Submi&s;sion,</L>
<L>Being elde&s;t &s;onne to <HI>Brute</HI> &s;urnam'd <HI>Greene&s;hield,</HI></L>
<L>The Citie of <HI>Caerleits</HI> he did build,</L>
<L>Now called <HI>Carleyle</HI> by corruption,</L>
<L>And Time that leades things to confu&s;ion.</L>
<L><HI>Cambridge</HI> a famous Vniuer&s;itie,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>The Cittie of Cambridge built in the dayes of Gur|guntius the &s;on of Beline, by one Cantaber a Spaniard, bro|ther to Partho|lony, or as &s;ome write by Gor|bonian.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>The Nur&s;e of Learning and Experience,</L>
<L>The Cheari&s;her of true Diuinitie,</L>
<L>That for the Soules good wi&s;edome doth commence,</L>
<L>Confuting Vice, and driuing Error thence:</L>
<L>Was built by <HI>Sigi&s;bert:</HI> but wrought effectually</L>
<L>By Kings and Lords of famous memorie.</L>
<L><HI>Ebranke</HI> the &s;onne of &s;tout <HI>Mempritius,</HI></L>
<L>Hauing in matrimoniall copulation,</L>
<L>Twentie one wiues in large <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Rithmi gra|tia.</NOTE> <HI>Britanicus,</HI></L>
<L>And thirtie daughters by iu&s;t computation,</L>
<L>And twentie &s;onnes of e&s;timation,</L>
<L>Builded <HI>Caerbranke</HI> famous for the name,</L>
<L>Now called <HI>Englands Yorke</HI> a place of Fame.</L>
<L>He in <HI>Albania</HI> large and populous,</L>
<L>Now termed <HI>Scotland</HI> of the <HI>Scotti&s;h</HI> Sect,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e his deedes &s;hould &s;till be counted famous,</L>
<L>The Ca&s;tle of <HI>Maidens</HI> there he did erect,</L>
<L>And to good purpo&s;e did this worke effect:</L>
<L>But iron-eating Time the Truth doth &s;taine,</L>
<L>For <HI>Edingburgh</HI> the Citie doth remaine.</L>
<PB N="29" REF="18">
<L>And in that <HI>Maiden</HI> Ca&s;tle he did frame,</L>
<L>To grace the building to the outward eie,</L>
<L>Nine Images of &s;tone plac'd in the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Which &s;ince haue &s;tay'd times perpetuetie,</L>
<L>In the true forme of worke-mans excellencie:</L>
<L>Not any whit dimini&s;ht, but as perfect</L>
<L>As in the fir&s;t dayes minute they were &s;et.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> I mu&s;e at your de&s;cription,</L>
<L>To &s;ee how <HI>Time</HI> that old ru&s;t-cankard wretch,</L>
<L>Honors forgetfull Friend, Cities confu&s;ion,</L>
<L>That in all Monuments hath made a Breach,</L>
<L>To auncient names brought alteration&punc;</L>
<L>And yet at this day &s;uch a place remaines,</L>
<L>That all <HI>Times</HI> honor pa&s;t with honor &s;taines.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tho&s;e carued old-cut &s;tonie Images,</L>
<L>That beautifie the Princes &s;tately Towers,</L>
<L>That graces with their grace the Pallaces,</L>
<L>And high imperiall Emperizing bowers,</L>
<L>Were neuer raz'd by <HI>Times</HI> controlling houres:</L>
<L>Nine worthie women almo&s;t equiualent,</L>
<L>With tho&s;e nine worthie men &s;o valient.</L>
<L>Three of the nine were <HI>Iewes,</HI> and three were <HI>Gentiles,</HI></L>
<L>Three <HI>Chri&s;tians,</HI> Honors honorable Sexe,</L>
<L>That from their foes did often beare the &s;poiles,</L>
<L>And did their proud controlling neighbours vexe,</L>
<L>Which to their name did Noblene&s;&s;e annexe,</L>
<L>An Embleame for true borne Gentilitie,</L>
<L>To imitate their deedes in chiualrie.</L>
<PB N="30" REF="19">
<L>The fir&s;t <HI>Minerua</HI> a right worthie <HI>Pagon,</HI></L>
<L>That many manlike battailes manly fought,</L>
<L>She fir&s;t deuiz'd Artillerie of yron&punc;</L>
<L>And Armour for our backes &s;he fir&s;t found out,</L>
<L>Patting our liues deare hazard from &s;ome doubt:</L>
<L>She gouerned the <HI>Libians,</HI> and got Victories,</L>
<L>With Honor by the lake <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Lacus Mi|n<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ruae.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Tritonides.</HI></L>
<L>Our maine pitcht Battels &s;he fir&s;t ordered,</L>
<L>Setting a Forme downe to this following Age,</L>
<L>The orders of Incamping &s;he fir&s;t regi&s;tred,</L>
<L>And taught the lawes of Armes in equipage,</L>
<L>To after time her skill &s;he did engage:</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> was her deare begotten &s;onne,</L>
<L>In <HI>Abrahams</HI> time &s;he liu'd till life was donne.</L>
<L><HI>Semiramis</HI> Queene of <HI>A&s;&s;iria,</HI></L>
<L>Was &s;econd worthie of this worlds great wonder,</L>
<L>She conquered large <HI>Aethiopia,</HI></L>
<L>And brought the Necke of that &s;tout Nation vnder,</L>
<L>Wa&s;ting the Countries of rich <HI>India:</HI></L>
<L>Her dayes of Honor and of Regiment,</L>
<L>Was in the time of <HI>I&s;aacks</HI> gouernment.</L>
<L>The third and chiefe&s;t for Audaciou&s;ne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And Enterpri&s;es that &s;he tooke in hand,</L>
<L>Was <HI>Tomyris</HI> full of true Noblene&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Queene of the <HI>North</HI> (as I do vnder&s;tand,)</L>
<L>From forth her eyes &s;he lightned Honors Brand,</L>
<L>And brandi&s;hed a Sword, a &s;word of Fame,</L>
<L>That to her weake Sexe yeelded <HI>Hectors</HI> name.</L>
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<L>When &s;he receiued newes her &s;onne was dead,</L>
<L>The Hope and Vnderprop of <HI>Scithia,</HI></L>
<L>She put on Armour, and encountered</L>
<L>The <HI>Monarch Cyrus</HI> King of <HI>Per&s;ia,</HI></L>
<L>And Gouernor of rich <HI>Getulia:</HI></L>
<L>Slue him in fight her Fame for to renew,</L>
<L>Two hundred thou&s;and Souldiers ouerthrew.</L>
<L>Among&s;t the <HI>Hebrew</HI> women we commend,</L>
<L><HI>Iahel</HI> the <HI>Kenite</HI> for the fir&s;t in bountie,</L>
<L>Who&s;e vncomprehen&s;ible valour in the end,</L>
<L>Did free and &s;et at large her captiu'd Countrie,</L>
<L>Oppre&s;&s;ed with tyrannicall Mi&s;erie:</L>
<L>From dangers imminent of firie Warre,</L>
<L>By killing hand to hand her foe great <HI>Si&s;ar.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Debora</HI> an <HI>Hebrew</HI> worthie the &s;econd place,</L>
<L>She fortie yeares did gouerne <HI>I&s;rael,</HI></L>
<L>In peace pre&s;eru'd her Land, her land <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>Where hone&s;t &s;portiue Mirth did alwa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
<L>Her holy holine&s;&s;e no tongue can tell,</L>
<L>Nations a&s;tonied at her happine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Did grieue to loo&s;e her Wi&s;edomes worthine&s;&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Iudith</HI> the third that redeliuered,</L>
<L>The &s;trong be&s;ieged Citie of <HI>Bethu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"></HI></L>
<L>And when the prowd Foe &s;he had vanqui&s;hed,</L>
<L>And ouercame hot-&s;pur'd <HI>A&s;&s;iria,</HI></L>
<L>Bringing in triumph <HI>Holofernes</HI> head,</L>
<L>She got a great and greater Victorie,</L>
<L>Then thou&s;and Souldiers in their maie&s;tie.</L>
<PB N="32" REF="20">
<L>The fir&s;t of <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI> was faire <HI>Maud</HI> the Counte&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Counte&s;&s;e of <HI>Aniow,</HI> daughter to a King,</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> fir&s;t <HI>Henry: Almaines</HI> Empre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Heire indubitate, and her Fathers of&s;pring,</L>
<L>She titles to the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Crowne did bring:</L>
<L>She ne're de&s;i&s;ted from the warlike field,</L>
<L>Till that v&s;urped <HI>Stephen</HI> of <HI>Blois</HI> did yeeld,</L>
<L>And condi&s;cended to her &s;onnes deare right,</L>
<L>That war-like <HI>Maude</HI> had reobtain'd by might.</L>
<L>The &s;econd was <HI>Elizabeth</HI> of <HI>Aragon,</HI></L>
<L>Queene and wife to honorable <HI>Ferdinando:</HI></L>
<L>She &s;toutly fought for propagation</L>
<L>Of Chri&s;tian Faith; brought to &s;ubuer&s;ion,</L>
<L>The for&s;aken infidels of <HI>Granado,</HI></L>
<L>Reducing that proud prouince all in one,</L>
<L>To follow Chri&s;ts vn&s;potted true Religion.</L>
<L>The la&s;t was <HI>Iohane</HI> of <HI>Naples</HI> true borne Queene,</L>
<L>Si&s;ter to <HI>Ladi&s;laus</HI> King of <HI>Hungarie,</HI></L>
<L>A woman that defended (as twas &s;eene,)</L>
<L>Her countries great and gracious libertie,</L>
<L>By force of laudable Armes and Chiualrie,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the <HI>Sara&s;ins</HI> inua&s;ion,</L>
<L>And proud hot warres of princely <HI>Aragon.</HI></L>
<L>Thus haue I in the honor of their worth,</L>
<L>Laid ope their Progenie, their Deedes, their Armes,</L>
<L>Their of&s;pring, and their honorable Birth,</L>
<L>That is a Lanthorne lightning their true Fames,</L>
<L>Which Truth can neuer burne in Enuies flames:</L>
<PB N="33" REF="20">
<L>Worthie of wonder are the&s;e three times three,</L>
<L>Folded in brazen Leaues of memorie.</L>
<L><HI>Wind&s;or</HI> a Ca&s;tle of exceeding &s;trength,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t built by <HI>Aruiragus Brytaines</HI> King,</L>
<L>But fini&s;hed by <HI>Arthur</HI> at the length,</L>
<L>Of who&s;e rare deedes our <HI>Chronicles</HI> do ring,</L>
<L>And Poets in their ver&s;e his prai&s;e do &s;ing:</L>
<L>For his Round-table and his war-like Fights,</L>
<L>Who&s;e valiantne&s;&s;e the coward Mind affrights.</L>
<L>This <HI>Bryti&s;h</HI> King in warres a Conquerer,</L>
<L>And wondrous happie in his Victories,</L>
<L>Was a companion of this noble Order,</L>
<L>And with his per&s;on grac'd the&s;e Dignities,</L>
<L>Great dignities of high exceeding Valour:</L>
<L>For he him&s;elfe the &s;elfe-&s;ame Honor tooke,</L>
<L>That all his following States did euer brooke.</L>
<L>This <HI>Paragon</HI> who&s;e name our time affrights,</L>
<L>At <HI>Wind&s;or</HI> Ca&s;tle dubbed in one day,</L>
<L>One hundred and iu&s;t fortie valiant Knights,</L>
<L>With his keene tru&s;tie Sword, and onely &s;tay,</L>
<L>(Cald <HI>Dridwin</HI>) that his Loue did ouer&s;way:</L>
<L>And with that Sword the very day before,</L>
<L>He &s;lue as many <HI>Saxon</HI> foes or more.</L>
<L>But <HI>Engli&s;h Edward</HI> third of Memorie,</L>
<L>In ble&s;&s;ed and religious zeale of Loue,</L>
<L>Built vp a Colledge of exceeding glory,</L>
<L>That his kind care to <HI>England</HI> did approue,</L>
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<L>This <HI>Colledge</HI> doth this Ca&s;tle beautifie:</L>
<L>The Honor of the place is held &s;o deare,</L>
<L>That many famous Kings are buried there.</L>
<L>But one rare thing exceeding admirable,</L>
<L>That to this day is held in great renowne,</L>
<L>And to all Forteiners is memorable,</L>
<L>The Name of which makes <HI>Englands</HI> foes to frowne,</L>
<L>And puls the pride of forreine Nations downe,</L>
<L><HI>Knights</HI> of the <HI>Garter</HI> and Saint <HI>Georges</HI> Cro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Betok'ning to the Foe a bloudie lo&s;&s;e.</L>
<Q><TEXT LANG="eng">
<BODY>
<HEAD><HI>Here followeth the Birth, Life</HI> and Death of honourable Arthur <HI>King of Brittaine.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<HEAD>To the courteous Reader.</HEAD>
<P>COurteous Reader, hauing &s;poken of the fir&s;t foundation of that yet renowned ca&s;tle of <HI>Wind&s;or</HI> by <HI>Aruiragus</HI> king of <HI>Britain,</HI> &amp; fini&s;hed by that &s;ucceeding prince of worthy memory famous king <HI>Arthur;</HI> I thought good (being intrea|ted by &s;ome of my honourable-minded Friends, not to let &s;lip &s;o good and fit an occa&s;ion, by rea&s;on that there yet remaines in this doubtfull age of opinions, a controuer&s;ie of that esteemed Prince of <HI>Brittaine</HI>) to write not according to ages obliuio~, but directed onely by our late <HI>Hi&s;toriographers</HI> of England, who no doubt haue taken great paines in the &s;earching foorth of the truth of that fir&s;t <HI>Chri&s;tian worthie:</HI> and wheras (I know not
<PB N="35" REF="21"> directed by what blindnes) there haue bene &s;ome Writers (as I thinke enemies to truth) that in their erronious cen&s;ures haue thought no &s;uch ma~ euer to be liuing; How fabulous that &s;hould &s;eeme to be, I leaue to the iudgement of the be&s;t readers, who know for certaine, that that neuer dead Prince of memory, is more beholding to the <HI>French,</HI> the <HI>Romane,</HI> the <HI>Scot,</HI> the <HI>Ita|lian,</HI> yea to the <HI>Greekes</HI> them&s;elues, then to his owne Country|men, who haue fully and wholly &s;et foorth his fame and liuely|hood: then how &s;hamele&s;&s;e is it for &s;ome of vs, to let &s;lip the truth&punc; of this <HI>Monarch?</HI> And for more confirmatio~ of the truth, looke but in the Abbey of <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI> at Saint <HI>Edwards</HI> &s;hrine, there &s;halt thou &s;ee the print of his royal Seale in red wax clo|&s;ed in Berrill, with this in&s;cription, <HI>Patricius Arthurus Gallie, Germaniae, Daciae Imperator.</HI> At <HI>Douer</HI> likewi&s;e you may &s;ee Sir <HI>Gawins</HI> skull and <HI>Cradocks</HI> mantle: At <HI>Winche&s;ter,</HI> a Citie well knowne in England, his famous round <HI>Table,</HI> with many other notable monuments too long to rehear&s;e: Be&s;ides I my &s;elfe haue &s;een imprinted, a french Pamphlet of the armes of king <HI>Arthur,</HI> and his renowmed valiant Knights, &s;et in co|lours by the Heraulds of <HI>France:</HI> which charge of impre&s;&s;ion would haue been too great, otherwi&s;e I had in&s;erted them or|derly in his Life and Actions: but (gentle Reader) take this my paines gratefully, and I &s;hal hereafter more willingly &s;triue to employ my &s;imple wit to thy better gratulation; I haue here &s;et downe (turned from <HI>French</HI> pro&s;e into <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> meeter) the words of the Herald vnder the arms of that worthy <HI>Brittaine.</HI>
<Q><LG>
<L>King <HI>Arthur</HI> in his warlike Shield did beare</L>
<L>Thirteene rich Crownes of purified gold:</L>
<L>He was a valiant noble Conquerer,</L>
<L>As ancient Memorie hath truly <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">old:</L>
<L>His great Round-table was in Britanie,</L>
<L>Where cho&s;en Knights did do their homage yearely.</L>
</LG></Q></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="22">
<HEAD><HI>The &s;trange Birth, honorable Coro|nation,</HI> and mo&s;t vnhappie Death of <HI>famous Arthur King of Bry|taine.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OF noble <HI>Arthurs</HI> birth, of <HI>Arthurs</HI> fall,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Arthurs</HI> &s;olemne Coronation,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Arthurs</HI> famous deedes <HI>Heroyicall,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Arthurs</HI> battels and inua&s;ion,</L>
<L>And that high minded worthie <HI>Bryti&s;h</HI> King,</L>
<L>Shall my wits memorie be deifying.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In the la&s;t time of <HI>Vter</HI> &s;urnam'd <HI>Pendragon,</HI></L>
<L>So called for his wittie pollicies,</L>
<L>Being a King of e&s;timation,</L>
<L>In famous <HI>Brytaine</HI> mong&s;t his owne allies,</L>
<L>There was a mightie Duke that gouern'd <HI>Cornwaile,</HI></L>
<L>That held long warre, and did this King a&s;&s;aile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Duke was nam'd the Duke of <HI>Tintagil:</HI></L>
<L>After the&s;e hot bred warres were come to end,</L>
<L>He &s;oiourn'd at a place cald <HI>Terrabil,</HI></L>
<L>From whence <HI>Pendragon</HI> for this Duke did &s;end&punc;</L>
<L>And being wounded &s;ore with <HI>Cupids</HI> &s;ting,</L>
<L>Charg'd him his Wife vnto the Court to bring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Wife a pa&s;&s;ing Ladie, louely, wife,</L>
<L>Cha&s;te to her husbands cleare vn&s;potted bed,</L>
<L>Who&s;e honor-bearing Fame none could &s;upprize,</L>
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<L>But <HI>Ve&s;ta</HI>-like her little time &s;he led:</L>
<L><HI>Igrene</HI> her name on who&s;e vnequall beautie</L>
<L><HI>Pendragon</HI> doted, led by humane folly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length he broke his mind vnto a Lord,</L>
<L>A tru&s;tie Councellour and noble Friend,</L>
<L>That &s;oone vnto his minds griefe did accord,</L>
<L>And his Kings louing loue-thoughts did commend,</L>
<L>Telling <HI>Pendragon</HI> this &s;hould be his be&s;t,</L>
<L>To tell the Dutche&s;&s;e of his &s;weete reque&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;he a Woman, &s;terne, inexorable,</L>
<L>Willing fond Lu&s;ts inchauntments to re&s;i&s;t,</L>
<L>All his tongues &s;moothing words not penetrable,</L>
<L>In her cha&s;te bo&s;omes Gate could not infi&s;t,</L>
<L>But &s;traight &s;he told her Husband how &s;he &s;ped,</L>
<L>Le&s;t that his grace &s;hould be di&s;honoured.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And coun&s;eld him to pa&s;&s;e away in ha&s;te,</L>
<L>That Nights darke duskie mantle might ore&s;hade,</L>
<L>Their flying bodies, lea&s;t at la&s;t they ta&s;te,</L>
<L>More mi&s;erie then Time did ere inuade,</L>
<L>For Lu&s;t is &s;uch a hot inflamed thing,</L>
<L>It gouerneth mans &s;en&s;es, rules a King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as the Duche&s;&s;e &s;pake, the Duke departed,</L>
<L>That neither <HI>Vter</HI> nor his Councell knew,</L>
<L>How his deepe bo&s;omes <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Cup<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d.</NOTE> Lord the Dutche&s;&s;ethwarted,</L>
<L>But marke the &s;tory well what did en&s;ue:</L>
<L>Soone as the King perceiued their intent,</L>
<L>Intemperate Rage made him impatient.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="38" REF="23">
<L>Away with Mu&s;icke for your &s;trings do iarre,</L>
<L>Your &s;ound is full of Di&s;cords, har&s;h and ill,</L>
<L>Your Diapazon, makes a humming warre</L>
<L>Within mine eares, and doth my &s;ences fill</L>
<L>With immelodious mourning; She is gone</L>
<L>That rul'd your &s;elues and In&s;truments alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Away fond riming <HI>Ouid,</HI> le&s;t thou write</L>
<L>Of <HI>Prognes</HI> murther, or <HI>Lucretias</HI> rape,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Igrens</HI> iourney taken in the night,</L>
<L>That in the blacke gloom'd &s;ilence did e&s;cape:</L>
<L>O could no Dogge haue bark'd, no Cocke haue crow'd,</L>
<L>That might her pa&s;&s;age to the King haue &s;how'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No mirth plea&s;de <HI>Vter,</HI> but grimme Melancholy</L>
<L>Haunted his heeles, and when he &s;ate to re&s;t,</L>
<L>He pondred in his mind <HI>Igrenas</HI> beautie,</L>
<L>Of whom his care-craz'd head was full po&s;&s;e&s;t:</L>
<L>Nothing was now contentiue to his mind,</L>
<L>But <HI>Igrenes</HI> name, <HI>Igrene</HI> to him vnkind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t his noble Peeres with pitie mou'd,</L>
<L>To &s;ee the Kings &s;odaine perplexitie,</L>
<L>With a great care that their Liege Emperour lou'd,</L>
<L>For to allay his great extremitie,</L>
<L>Did coun&s;ell him to &s;end for <HI>Garloyes</HI> wife,</L>
<L>As he would an&s;wer it vpon his life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then pre&s;ently a Me&s;&s;enger was &s;ent.</L>
<L>To tell the Duke of his wifes &s;ecret folly:</L>
<L>This was the &s;ub&s;tance of his whole inte<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<PB N="39" REF="23">
<L>To bring his wife to Court immediatly:</L>
<L>Or within three&s;core dayes he did prote&s;t,</L>
<L>To fetch him thither to his litle re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which when the Duke had warning, &s;traight he furni&s;h'd</L>
<L>Two Ca&s;tles with wel-fenc'd artillerie,</L>
<L>With vitailes and with men he garni&s;h'd,</L>
<L>His &s;tronge&s;t Holds for &s;uch an enemie:</L>
<L>And in the one he put his hearts-deare Trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Faire <HI>Igrene</HI> that he loued out of mea&s;ure,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That Ca&s;tle which the Duke him&s;elfe did hold,</L>
<L>Had many Po&s;ternes out and i&s;&s;ues thence,</L>
<L>In which to tru&s;t his life he might be bold,</L>
<L>And &s;afely the warres Furie to commence:</L>
<L>But after-telling time did wonders worke,</L>
<L>That Foxes in their holes can neuer lurke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then in all ha&s;te came <HI>Vter</HI> with his hoa&s;t,</L>
<L>Pitching his rich pauilions on the ground,</L>
<L>Of his a&s;piring mind he did not boa&s;t,</L>
<L>For Loue and Anger did his thoughts confound,</L>
<L>Hot warre was made on both &s;ides, people &s;laine,</L>
<L>And many Death-doore-knocking Soules complaine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Loue and minds angui&s;h &s;o perplext the King.</L>
<L>For <HI>Igrene</HI> that incomparable Dame,</L>
<L>That <HI>Cupids</HI> &s;ickne&s;&s;e pearc'd him with a &s;ting,</L>
<L>And his warres lowd Alarums ouercame,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> intreated <HI>Mars</HI> awhile to &s;tay,</L>
<L>And make this time a &s;porting Holiday.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="40" REF="24">
<L>Then came &s;ir <HI>&V;lfius</HI> a mo&s;t noble Knight,</L>
<L>And askt his king the cau&s;e of his di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Being willing in a &s;ubiects gracious right,</L>
<L><HI>Vter Pendragons</HI> mind in heart to plea&s;e:</L>
<L>Ah &s;aid the King, <HI>Igrene</HI> doth captiuate</L>
<L>My Heart, and makes my Sen&s;es &s;ubiugate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Courage my gracious Liege, I will go find</L>
<L>That true diuining prophet of our Nation,</L>
<L><HI>Merlin</HI> the wi&s;e that &s;hall content your mind,</L>
<L>And be a Moderator in this action:</L>
<L>His learning, wi&s;edome, and vn&s;eene experience,</L>
<L>Shall quickly giue a Salue for loues offence,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So <HI>Vlfius</HI> at the length from him departed,</L>
<L>Asking for <HI>Merlin</HI> as he pa&s;t the way,</L>
<L>Who by great fortunes chance &s;ir <HI>Vlfius</HI> thwarted,</L>
<L>As he went by in beggers ba&s;e aray:</L>
<L>Demanding of the Knight in ba&s;ene&s;&s;e meeke,</L>
<L>Who was the man he went &s;o farre to &s;eeke?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Vlfius</HI> amazed at his ba&s;e attire,</L>
<L>Told him it was pre&s;umption to demaund</L>
<L>The name of him for whom he did enquire,</L>
<L>And therefore would not yeeld to his command:</L>
<L>Alas &s;aid <HI>Merlin</HI> I do plainly &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>Merlin</HI> you &s;eeke, that <HI>Merlin</HI> I am he.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And if the King will but fulfill my he&s;t,</L>
<L>And will reward my true de&s;eruing heart,</L>
<L>In his loues agonies he &s;hal be ble&s;t,</L>
<PB N="41" REF="24">
<L>So that he follow what I &s;hall impart,</L>
<L>Vpon my Knighthood he will honor thee,</L>
<L>With fauour &amp; rewards mo&s;t royally.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Vlfius</HI> glad departed in all ha&s;t,</L>
<L>And rode amaine to king <HI>Pendragons</HI> &s;ight,</L>
<L>Telling his Grace <HI>Merlin</HI> he met at la&s;t,</L>
<L>That like a Lampe will giue his <HI>Louelaies</HI> light,</L>
<L>Where is the man? I wi&s;ht for him before.</L>
<L>See where he &s;tands my Liege at yonder doore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When <HI>Vter</HI> &s;aw the man, a &s;udden ioy,</L>
<L>And vncompre'nded gladne&s;&s;e fild his hart:</L>
<L>With kind embracements met him on the way,</L>
<L>And to him gan his &s;ecrets to impart.</L>
<L>Leaue off, quoth <HI>Merlin,</HI> I do know your mind,</L>
<L>The faire-fac'd Lady <HI>Igrene</HI> is vnkind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if your Maie&s;ty will here prote&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;weare as you are lawfull King annointed,</L>
<L>To do my will, nothing &s;hall you mole&s;t,</L>
<L>But follow my directions being appointed.</L>
<L>I &s;weare quoth <HI>Vter</HI> by the <HI>Euangeli&s;ts,</HI></L>
<L>He dyes for me that once thy will re&s;i&s;ts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sir, &s;aid the Prophet <HI>Merline,</HI> this I craue,</L>
<L>That &s;hall betoken well what ere betide,</L>
<L>The fir&s;t faire &s;portiue Night that you &s;hall haue,</L>
<L>Lying &s;afely nuzled by faire <HI>Igrenes</HI> &s;ide,</L>
<L>You &s;hall beget a &s;onne who&s;e very Name,</L>
<L>In after-&s;tealing Time his foes &s;hall came.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="42" REF="25">
<L>That child being borne your Grace mu&s;t giue to me,</L>
<L>For to be nouri&s;hed at my appointment,</L>
<L>That &s;hal redound much to his maie&s;tie&punc;</L>
<L>And to your Graces gracious good intent:</L>
<L>That &s;hall be done: (quoth <HI>Merlin</HI>) let's away,</L>
<L>For you &s;hall &s;leepe with <HI>Igrene</HI> ere't be day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as <HI>Ioue</HI> &s;tole to faire <HI>Alcmenas</HI> bed,</L>
<L>In counterfeiting great <HI>Amphytrio,</HI></L>
<L>By the &s;ame lu&s;t-directed line being led,</L>
<L>To <HI>Igrenes</HI> louely chamber mu&s;t you go:</L>
<L>You &s;hall be like the Duke her husbands greatne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And in his place po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e her Husbands &s;weetne&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And you my noble Lord &s;ir <HI>Vl&s;ius,</HI></L>
<L>Shall be much like &s;ir <HI>Bru&s;tias</HI> a faite Knight,</L>
<L>And I will counterfeit the good <HI>Iordanus,</HI></L>
<L>And thus weele pa&s;&s;e together in the night,</L>
<L>But &s;ee you que&s;tion not, &s;ay you are di&s;ea&s;ed,</L>
<L>And hie to bed there &s;hall your heart be plea&s;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But on the morow do not ri&s;e my Liege,</L>
<L>Vntill I come to councell for the be&s;t,</L>
<L>For ten miles off you know doth lie the Siege,</L>
<L>That will not turne the&s;e night-&s;ports to a ie&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Pendragon</HI> pleas'd ha&s;ted for to embrace,</L>
<L>The &s;weet'&s;t got pray that euer King did cha&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Soone as the Duke of <HI>Tintagill</HI> did perceiue,</L>
<L>That <HI>Vter</HI> left alone his royall armie,</L>
<L>He i&s;&s;ued from his Ca&s;tle to bereaue,</L>
<PB N="43" REF="25">
<L>The &s;ouldiers of their liues by pollicie:</L>
<L>But &s;ee his fortune, by that wily traine,</L>
<L>That he had laid for others he was &s;laine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;ubtill-lu&s;t directed King went on,</L>
<L>Maskt in a &s;trange deui&s;ed new found &s;hape,</L>
<L>To &s;imple-minded <HI>Igrene</HI> vnlike <HI>Pendragon,</HI></L>
<L>And three long houres lay in his louers lap:</L>
<L>There he begat the chri&s;tian King of Kings,</L>
<L>Who&s;e fame <HI>Cai&s;ter</HI> Swannes in plea&s;ure &s;ings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A&s;&s;oone as day-betok'ning <HI>Phoebus</HI> Chariot,</L>
<L>Had cro&s;t his &s;i&s;ters waggon in the skie,</L>
<L><HI>Merlin</HI> in ha&s;te to <HI>Vters</HI> chamber got,</L>
<L>Bidding good morrow to his Maie&s;tie:</L>
<L>And told him vnrecalled Time did &s;tay,</L>
<L>To ha&s;te him from his plea&s;ure thence away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Vter</HI> amaz'd&punc; with <HI>Igrene</HI> in his armes,</L>
<L>Wi&s;ht that the Prophet had no v&s;e of tongue,</L>
<L>Who&s;e dolefull &s;ound breath'd forth the&s;e har&s;h Alarmes,</L>
<L>And like the night-Crow craokt a deadly &s;ong;</L>
<L>Ah what a hell of griefe t'was to depart,</L>
<L>And leaue the new-got Trea&s;ure of his heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then by the lawne-like Hand he tooke his louer,</L>
<L>Being warm'd with blood of a di&s;&s;embling Husband,</L>
<L>De&s;ire in her cheekes &s;he could not &s;mother,</L>
<L>And her Loue-dazeling eye none could with&s;tand:</L>
<L>He ki&s;t her twice or thrice and bad adue,</L>
<L>As willing his nights plea&s;ure to renue:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="44" REF="26">
<L>But when the late betrayed Lady knew,</L>
<L>How that her true betrothed Lord was &s;laine,</L>
<L>Ere that nights reuelling did fir&s;t en&s;ue,</L>
<L>In &s;ecret to her &s;elfe &s;he wept amaine:</L>
<L>Amaz'd and maruelling who that &s;hould be,</L>
<L>That rob'd her husband of his trea&s;urie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And to her &s;elfe &s;he gan for to relate,</L>
<L>The iniuries of her vn&s;potted life,</L>
<L>And in her mind &s;he liu'd di&s;con&s;olate,</L>
<L>Banning her ba&s;e-bad Fortune being a wife;</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing for euer &s;he had liu'd a maide,</L>
<L>Rather then her cha&s;t thoughts &s;hould be betraid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The noble Councell that attended <HI>Vter,</HI></L>
<L>Began with grauitie for to deui&s;e,</L>
<L>That (where their King had doted much vpon her)</L>
<L>Her beautie his young thoughts to equalize,</L>
<L>To knit them both in <HI>Hymens</HI> &s;acred right,</L>
<L>And then in lawfull wi&s;e to ta&s;t delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This motion made vnto their Soueraigne,</L>
<L>Of a warme lu&s;tie &s;tomacke youthfull bloud,</L>
<L>Thought it a heauen &s;uch a <HI>Saint</HI> to gaine,</L>
<L>That would reuiue his &s;pirits, do him good:</L>
<L>And gaue con&s;ent to haue her honoured,</L>
<L>With mariage Rites, the which were &s;oone performed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Halfe a yeare after as the King and Queene,</L>
<L>Then growing great with child a bed were lying,</L>
<L>The Curtaines drawne vnwilling to be &s;eene:</L>
<PB N="45" REF="26">
<L>This pollicie the King him&s;elfe deui&s;ing:</L>
<L>Asking who&s;e child it was that &s;he did beare,</L>
<L>Speake gentle <HI>Igrene</HI> tell me without feare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Queene amazed at this que&s;tion,</L>
<L>Being fully wrapt in pale timiditie,</L>
<L>Knew not to an&s;wer this &s;ad action,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e &s;he fully knew her innocencie:</L>
<L>He vrg'd her &s;till, at length &s;he waxed bold,</L>
<L>And &s;toutly to the King the truth &s;he told.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With that he ki&s;t his Queene that was beguil'd,</L>
<L>And did recomfort her being halfe forlorne,</L>
<L>Telling t'was he that did beget the child,</L>
<L>The child that from her faire wombe &s;hould be borne:</L>
<L>With that a &s;udden ioy did repo&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Her pen&s;iue hart, whome <HI>Fortune</HI> late did ble&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Merlin</HI> (that did alwaies loue the King,</L>
<L>As bearing chiefe affiance to his countrey)</L>
<L>Sought to prouide for the childs nouri&s;hing,</L>
<L>Therein to &s;hew his well di&s;po&s;ed dutie.</L>
<L>As thou decree&s;t &s;aid <HI>Vter,</HI> mu&s;t it be,</L>
<L>My deare Sonnes fortunes Ile commit to thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well &s;aid the <HI>Prophet,</HI> I do know a Lord,</L>
<L>A faithfull pa&s;&s;ing true di&s;po&s;ed man,</L>
<L>That to your Graces plea&s;ure will accord,</L>
<L>And in your &s;eruice do the be&s;t he can:</L>
<L>Commit your child vnto his cu&s;todie,</L>
<L>A man renoun'd in famous <HI>Britany.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="46" REF="27">
<L>His name Sir <HI>Hector:</HI> &s;end a Me&s;&s;enger,</L>
<L>To will him come vnto the Court with &s;peede,</L>
<L>And that your Maie&s;tie mu&s;t needes conferre,</L>
<L>Of matters shelpefull in a Princes neede.</L>
<L>When he is come your Grace may certifie,</L>
<L>You'le put your &s;onne &amp; heire to his deliuerie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And when that Fortunes child kind Fortunes heire,</L>
<L>(For &s;o the De&s;tinies progno&s;ticate)</L>
<L>Shall be brought foorth into the open aire,</L>
<L>That of faire <HI>Igrene</HI> lately was begate:</L>
<L>At yonder priuie Po&s;terne being vnchri&s;tened,</L>
<L>You mu&s;t deliuer it me to be baptized.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As <HI>Merlin</HI> had deui&s;ed, &s;o t'was done:</L>
<L>For all the Court to him did yeeld obey&s;ance:</L>
<L>And now Sir <HI>Hector</HI> to the King is come,</L>
<L>And to <HI>Pendragon</HI> made his deare affiance,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing his Wife might nouri&s;h that bright &s;onne,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Mornings glorie was not yet begunne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then when the louely Queene was &s;oone deliuered,</L>
<L>Of that rich bearing Burthen to her ioy,</L>
<L>The King him&s;elfe in per&s;on hath commaunded,</L>
<L>Two Ladies and two Knights to beare the boy,</L>
<L>Bound vp in cloth of gold being rich of State,</L>
<L>And giue it to the pooreman at the gate,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So <HI>Merlin</HI> had the Prince at his di&s;po&s;ing,</L>
<L>Committing it to <HI>Hectors</HI> faithfull wife:</L>
<L>Now nothing wanted but the &s;weete baptizing,</L>
<PB N="47" REF="27">
<L>To grace the Prince of Princes all his life:</L>
<L>A holy reuerent Man indu'de with fame,</L>
<L><HI>Arthur</HI> of <HI>Britaine</HI> cald the Princes name.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>After the royall Solemnation,</L>
<L>Of that blacke mournfull weping funerall,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Vter</HI> that we name the great <HI>Pendragon,</HI></L>
<L>By &s;ubtill practi&s;e brought vnto his fall:</L>
<L>The &s;ixteenth yeare of his victorious raigne,</L>
<L>By poi&s;on was this braue <HI>Pendragon</HI> &s;laine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His body vnto <HI>Stone-heng</HI> being brought,</L>
<L>Hard by his brother <HI>Aurelius</HI> is he laid,</L>
<L>In a faire Monument then richly wrought,</L>
<L>Dead is the King who&s;e life his foes di&s;maid,</L>
<L>But from his loynes he left a &s;onne behind,</L>
<L>The right <HI>Idea</HI> of his fathers mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Great <HI>Arthur</HI> whom we call the <HI>Britaines</HI> King,</L>
<L>A man renown'd for famous victories,</L>
<L><HI>Saxons</HI> and <HI>Pictes</HI> to homage he did bring,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Valerius vvit|ne&s;&s;eth that K. Arthur co~que|red thirty king|domes, for as the~ a great co~|pany of Gouer|nors held vnder their turi&s;di|ctio<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> the Iland together vvith France and Germanie.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>As you may read in auncient hi&s;tories:</L>
<L>Our later Chronicles do te&s;tifie,</L>
<L>King <HI>Arthurs</HI> noble mind in Chiualrie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Twelue noble battels did King <HI>Arthur</HI> fight,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the <HI>Saxons</HI> men of hardie &s;trength,</L>
<L>And in the battels put them &s;till to flight,</L>
<L>Bringing them in &s;ubiection at the length:</L>
<L>He neuer &s;troue to driue them quite away,</L>
<L>But &s;tragling here and there he let them &s;tay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="48" REF="28">
<L>In <HI>Southry, Kent,</HI> and <HI>Norfolke</HI> did they dwell,</L>
<L>Still owing homage to king <HI>Arthures</HI> greatne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e pui&s;&s;ance their pride did alwaies quell,</L>
<L>Yet did he temper rigour with his meekne&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>And like a Lion &s;corn'd to touch the Lambe,</L>
<L>Where they &s;ubmi&s;&s;iue-like vnto him came,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Again&s;t the <HI>Pictes</HI> he held continuall warre,</L>
<L>The which vnto the <HI>Saxons</HI> were allide,</L>
<L>And with the &s;ubtill <HI>Scot</HI> did alwaies iarre,</L>
<L>Who neuer true to <HI>Arthur</HI> would abide:</L>
<L>But (&s;corning his aduancement to the Crowne)</L>
<L>Did thinke by force to pull his greatne&s;&s;e downe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The chiefe&s;t cau&s;e of this hot mortall &s;trife,</L>
<L>That mou'd the&s;e Kings to be di&s;&s;entious,</L>
<L>Was that the King of <HI>Pictes</HI> had tane to wife</L>
<L>The elde&s;t &s;i&s;ter of <HI>Aurelius,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Cornon</HI> king of <HI>Scots</HI> had married</L>
<L>They younge&s;t &s;i&s;ter to his Princely bed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherefore they thought the <HI>Bryti&s;h</HI> Regiment,</L>
<L>Should haue de&s;cended to the lawfull heires</L>
<L>Of <HI>Anna,</HI> wife to both in gouernment,</L>
<L>And he as King to rule their great affaires:</L>
<L>And do inferre king <HI>Arthures</HI> bar&s;tardie,</L>
<L>And vniu&s;t claime to that high dignitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And pre&s;ently they do di&s;patch in ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Amba&s;&s;adours to famous <HI>Brytanie,</HI></L>
<L>Of their great Peeres for to demaund at la&s;t,</L>
<PB N="49" REF="28">
<L>The kingdomes Crowne and kingdomes Royaltie:</L>
<L>Who &s;corning for to heare a &s;tranger nam'd,</L>
<L>Crowned king <HI>Arthur,</HI> whom the world hath fam'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>The Coronation of King Arthur, and</HI> the Solemnitie thereof: the proud me&s;&s;age <HI>of the Romanes, and the whole re&s;olution of King</HI> Arthur and his Nobles.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe appointed time and great Solemnitie,</L>
<L>Approched of king <HI>Arthurs</HI> Coronation,</L>
<L>To which high &s;tates of mightie Dignitie,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;embled at the Citie of <HI>Caerleon,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> time cal'd <HI>Vrbs Legionum:</HI></L>
<L>A Title doubtle&s;&s;e bearing &s;ome import,</L>
<L>Where many famous <HI>Brytaines</HI> did re&s;ort.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To grace king <HI>Arthur</HI> whom the <HI>Britaines</HI> loued,</L>
<L>Came three <HI>Arch-bi&s;hops Englands</HI> chiefe renowne,</L>
<L>Both <HI>London, Yorke,</HI> and <HI>Dubright</HI> Honor moued,</L>
<L>On <HI>Arthurs</HI> head to &s;et the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Crowne,</L>
<L>That after puld the pride of Nations downe:</L>
<L>Vnto the Pallace of this princely King,</L>
<L>They were conuay'd where true-born Fame did &s;pring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Dubright</HI> (becau&s;e the Court at that time lay</L>
<L>Within the compa&s;&s;e of his Dioce&s;&s;e)</L>
<L>In his owne per&s;on on this Royall day,</L>
<L>Richly to furni&s;h him he did addre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>His loue vnto his King he did expre&s;&s;e,</L>
<PB N="50" REF="29">
<L>And at his hands the King was dignified,</L>
<L>When <HI>Aue Cae&s;ar</HI> lowd the people cride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This happie Coronation being ended&punc;</L>
<L>The King was brought in &s;umptuous royaltie,</L>
<L>With all the peoples harts being befriended,</L>
<L>To the Cathedrall church of that &s;ame See,</L>
<L>Being the <HI>Metropoliticall</HI> in nobilitie,</L>
<L>With lowd exclaiming ioy of peoples voyce,</L>
<L>That God might ble&s;&s;e their Land for &s;uch a choice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>On either hand did two Archbi&s;hops ride,</L>
<L>Supporting <HI>Arthur</HI> of <HI>Britania,</HI></L>
<L>And foure Kings before him did abide,</L>
<L><HI>Angi&s;ell</HI> King of &s;tout <HI>Albania,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Cadual</HI> King of <HI>Venedocia,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cador</HI> of <HI>Cornewaile</HI> mong&s;t the&s;e Princes pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And <HI>Sater</HI> of <HI>Demetia</HI> was the la&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e foure attired in rich ornaments,</L>
<L>Foure golden Swords before the King did beare,</L>
<L>Betokening foure royall Gouernments,</L>
<L>And foure true Noble harts not dreading feare,</L>
<L>That <HI>Enuie</HI> from their brea&s;ts can neuer teare:</L>
<L>Before them playd &s;uch well-tun'd melodie,</L>
<L>That birds did &s;ing to make it heauenly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>King <HI>Arthurs</HI> Queene vnto the Church was brought,</L>
<L>With many noble Peeres being con<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ucted:</L>
<L>Her Armes and Titles royally were wrought,</L>
<L>And to her noble Fame were garni&s;hed,</L>
<PB N="51" REF="29">
<L>That Infamie had neare dimini&s;hed:</L>
<L>Foure Queenes before her bore foure &s;iluer Doues,</L>
<L>Expre&s;&s;ing their true Faith and husbands Loues.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To braue King <HI>Arthur&punc;</HI> on this &s;olemne fea&s;t,</L>
<L>This day of high vn&s;peakeable dignitie,</L>
<L>Came foure graue di&s;creet per&s;ons of the be&s;t,</L>
<L>From <HI>Romes</HI> Lieutenant, proud in Maie&s;tie,</L>
<L>Carying in token of their Emba&s;&s;age,</L>
<L>Greene Oliue boughs, and their deare Lieges me&s;&s;age.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>The Epistle of Lucius Tiberius the</HI> Romane Lieutenant, to Arthur <HI>King of Britanie.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LVcius Tiberius, Romes</HI> great gouernour,</L>
<L>To <HI>Arthur</HI> King of large <HI>Britania,</HI></L>
<L>As he de&s;erueth fauour at our hands:</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> and the <HI>Romane</HI> Senators do wonder,</L>
<L>And I my &s;elfe exceedingly do mu&s;e,</L>
<L>To thinke of thy audacious haughtie mind,</L>
<L>And thy tyrannicall dealing to our State:</L>
<L>Hote firie Anger boyleth in my brea&s;t,</L>
<L>And I am mou'd with honour of the cau&s;e,</L>
<L>For to reuenge thy Iniuries to <HI>Rome:</HI></L>
<L>And that like one or'proud of his e&s;tate,</L>
<L>Refu&s;e&s;t to acknowledge her thy head,</L>
<L>Neither regarde&s;t &s;peedily to redre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Thy ba&s;e and blind obliuious ouer&s;ight,</L>
<L>And vniu&s;t dealing to offend the Senate,</L>
<PB N="52" REF="30">
<L>Vnto who&s;e high imperiall Dignitie,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e Forgetfulne&s;&s;e do bleare thine eyes,</L>
<L>Thou know&s;t the whole huge Circle of the world,</L>
<L>Are made Contributorie and owe vs homage.</L>
<L>The tribute that the <HI>Britaines</HI> ought to pay,</L>
<L>The which the Senate did demaund of thee,</L>
<L>Being due vnto the <HI>Romaine</HI> Emperie:</L>
<L>For that braue <HI>Iulius Cae&s;ar</HI> had enioy'd,</L>
<L>And many worthy <HI>Romanes</HI> many yeares,</L>
<L>Thou in contempt of vs and our E&s;tate,</L>
<L>Our honorable E&s;tate and dignitie,</L>
<L>Pre&s;um'&s;t iniuriou&s;ly for to detaine:</L>
<L>The confines of wel-&s;eated <HI>Gallia,</HI></L>
<L>The Prouinces of <HI>Sauoy</HI> and <HI>Daulphine,</HI></L>
<L>With hot-flam'd fierie warre ha&s;t thou &s;ubdude,</L>
<L>And gotten in thy large po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>The Ilands of the bordring <HI>Ocean,</HI></L>
<L>The Kings whereof &s;o long as we enioy'd them,</L>
<L>Payd tribute to our Noble aunce&s;tors.</L>
<L>The Senate highly mou'd with thy pre&s;umption,</L>
<L>Determine for to redemaund amends,</L>
<L>And re&s;titution for thy open wrongs:</L>
<L>I therefore from the noble Senatours,</L>
<L>Commaund thee on thy true Allegiance,</L>
<L>To <HI>Rome,</HI> to them, to me, and our E&s;tate,</L>
<L>That in the mid&s;t of <HI>Augu&s;t</HI> next en&s;uing,</L>
<L>Thou do repaire to <HI>Rome,</HI> there for to an&s;wer,</L>
<L>Before the worthie Senate and the Lords</L>
<L>Thy Tre&s;pa&s;&s;e; and abide arbitrement,</L>
<L>Such as by them &s;hall there be ordred,</L>
<L>And iu&s;tice &s;hall impo&s;e vpon thy head:</L>
<PB N="53" REF="30">
<L>Which thing if thou pre&s;umptuou&s;ly refu&s;e,</L>
<L>I will forthwith inuade thy Territories,</L>
<L>Wa&s;t thy whole Countrey, burne thy Townes and Cities;</L>
<L>And what &s;o ere thy ra&s;hne&s;&s;e hath detain'd,</L>
<L>From <HI>Rome</HI> or from the <HI>Romaine Emperie,</HI></L>
<L>I will by dint of &s;word &s;ubdue againe.</L>
<L>Thus arm'd with hopefull Re&s;olution,</L>
<L>Weele &s;tay thy an&s;wer of &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Lu. Tib.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Cador the Duke of Cornewaile his</HI> Oration to the King.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>REnowmed <HI>Arthur</HI> and thrice-worthie <HI>Britaine:</HI></L>
<L>O how a liuely bloud doth fill my veines,</L>
<L>At this proud me&s;&s;age of the hawtie <HI>Romaines,</HI></L>
<L>I hitherto my Lord haue bene in feare,</L>
<L>Le&s;t that the worthy <HI>Britaines</HI> with much ea&s;e,</L>
<L>And long continuall, peace and quietne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Should grow to too much &s;louth and cowardize,</L>
<L>And lo&s;e that honorable Reputation,</L>
<L>Of Chiualrie and Martiall di&s;cipline:</L>
<L>Wherein (right Noble King) we haue bene counted,</L>
<L>For to &s;urmount all Nations of the world.</L>
<L>For where the v&s;e of Armes is not e&s;teem'd,</L>
<L>But buried in Obliuions loath&s;ome caue,</L>
<L>And wanton dallying held in ae&s;timate,</L>
<L>It cannot chu&s;e but pale-fac'd Cowardize,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t dimme and cleane deface all worthy Vertue.</L>
<L>Fiue yeares haue fully runne their monthly cour&s;e,</L>
<PB N="54" REF="31">
<L>Since we put off our armour from our backes,</L>
<L>Or heard the Trumpets clangor in our eares,</L>
<L>Or marcht in triumph with the ratling Drum,</L>
<L>Being nuzzeled in effemenate delights,</L>
<L>God willing that our names &s;hould not be blotted,</L>
<L>With the foule &s;taine of bea&s;tly &s;luggardie,</L>
<L>Hath &s;tirred vp the proud in&s;ulting <HI>Romanes,</HI></L>
<L>To whet our dull edg'd &s;words not now in v&s;e,</L>
<L>To cut their heads off in this rightfull cau&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;coure our rustie Armour long laid vp,</L>
<L>To buckle with &s;o proud an enemie,</L>
<L>Therefore great Arthur in thy greatne&s;&s;e rai&s;e</L>
<L>Thy colours vp, for to vpreare thy prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ca. Cor.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Oration of King Arthur to his Lordes <HI>and Followers.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MY Fellowes and my deare Companions,</L>
<L>Both in the aduer&s;e chances of our age,</L>
<L>And pro&s;perous &s;ucce&s;&s;efull happine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e true vn&s;peakable fidelities,</L>
<L>In giuing coun&s;ell touching warres abroad,</L>
<L>And home-bred mutinies amongst our &s;elues,</L>
<L>With good &s;ucce&s;&s;efulne&s;&s;e haue I perceau'd,</L>
<L>In your deepe wi&s;edomes and your grauitie.</L>
<L>Affoord me now your honorable aides,</L>
<L>Wi&s;ely fore&s;eeing what you thinke conuenient,</L>
<L>Touching the proud command'ment &s;ent from <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>A thing at fir&s;t carefully deliberated,</L>
<L>Is in the end mo&s;t ea&s;ily tollerated:</L>
<PB N="55" REF="31">
<L>We therefore &s;hall with ea&s;ier burden brooke,</L>
<L>The hawtie me&s;&s;age of <HI>Tiberius Lucius,</HI></L>
<L>If mongst our &s;elues in wi&s;edome we conferre,</L>
<L>How and which way to an&s;wer his demaund,</L>
<L>And &s;urely (noble Followers) I &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>We haue no cau&s;e to feare their forreine braues,</L>
<L>For that vpon a mo&s;t vniu&s;t reque&s;t,</L>
<L>He &s;eekes to haue a tribute paid from <HI>Britaine,</HI></L>
<L>Becau&s;e for&s;ooth in <HI>Iulius Cae&s;ars</HI> time,</L>
<L>Through iarres and di&s;cords of the ancient <HI>Brytains,</HI></L>
<L>The tribute hath beene due and payable:</L>
<L>For when our countrie was at full po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>With ciuill garboiles and dome&s;ticke brawles,</L>
<L>Their <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> did ariue wihin this land,</L>
<L>And with this armed &s;ouldiers full of force,</L>
<L>Brought in &s;ubiection that vnquiet Nation,</L>
<L>By this alleadgance they vniu&s;tly craue,</L>
<L>Tribute and &s;atisfaction at our hands,</L>
<L>For nothing that is got by violence,</L>
<L>May iu&s;tly be po&s;&s;e&s;t by violence.</L>
<L>Sith therefore he pre&s;umeth to demaund,</L>
<L>A thing being mo&s;t vnlawfull at our hands,</L>
<L>By the &s;ame rea&s;on let vs demaund of him,</L>
<L>Tribute at <HI>Rome</HI> mauger their <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> power,</L>
<L>And he that is the mightier in force,</L>
<L>Let him po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e the honor of the tribute,</L>
<L>For if his allegations and demaunds,</L>
<L>Be forcible and worthie to be kept,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e their <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> and &s;ome <HI>Romane</HI> Princes,</L>
<L>Haue &s;ometimes conquered <HI>Brytania,</HI></L>
<L>By the like rea&s;on I do thinke that <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<PB N="56" REF="32">
<L>Ought to pay tribute and to do vs homage,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e my Predece&s;&s;ors conquered it:</L>
<L><HI>Bellin</HI> the noble King of <HI>Brytanie,</HI></L>
<L>With his braue brother <HI>Brennus</HI> warlike ayde,</L>
<L>Being then accounted <HI>Sauoies</HI> noble Duke,</L>
<L>Razed the wals of <HI>Rome,</HI> and &s;et his Standard</L>
<L>With victorie vpon the Citie gates,</L>
<L>And in the middle of their Market place,</L>
<L>Hung vp twentie of their chiefe&s;t Noblemen.</L>
<L>And <HI>Con&s;tantine</HI> the &s;onne of <HI>Helena,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Maximinianus</HI> my neere Cou&s;ins,</L>
<L>W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">re both inthroniz'd in the Imperiall &s;eate,</L>
<L>And gouernment of <HI>Romes</HI> great Emperie.</L>
<L>As touching <HI>Fraunce</HI> and other <HI>Ilands</HI> there,</L>
<L>We neede not an&s;wer their out-brauing termes:</L>
<L>For they refu&s;ed to defend their owne,</L>
<L>When we by force redeem'd them from their hands&punc;</L>
<L>Then coun&s;ell me thri&s;e-worthy <HI>Brytaine</HI> Peeres,</L>
<L>Abandoning ba&s;e cowardize and feares.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>K. Arthur.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>The An&s;wer of Howell King</HI> of litle Brytaine.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THough all your wi&s;edomes and your grauities,</L>
<L>Handmaides to Coun&s;ell and Nobilitie,</L>
<L>Should be engraued in one golden leafe,</L>
<L>More to the purpo&s;e could not you inferre,</L>
<L>Then thy most graue and exqui&s;ite Oration,</L>
<L>Thy eloquent and <HI>Tully</HI>-like adui&s;e</L>
<PB N="57" REF="32">
<L>Hath furni&s;ht vs with &s;uch experiment,</L>
<L>Whereby we ought ince&s;&s;antly to prai&s;e,</L>
<L>In you the wi&s;edome of a con&s;tant man:</L>
<L>For if with all po&s;t expedition,</L>
<L>You will prepare a voyage vnto <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>That doh expect our ha&s;te and royall comming,</L>
<L>According to the rea&s;ons you alleage,</L>
<L>I doubt not but that faire <HI>Victoria,</HI></L>
<L>Will &s;it in triumph on our conquering Helmes,</L>
<L>To fright the mindes of <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> aduer&s;aries,</L>
<L>Sith we defend our auncient libertie,</L>
<L>Di&s;daining for to beare a &s;eruile yoke,</L>
<L>Which to this day the <HI>Britaines</HI> do maintaine:</L>
<L>Let vs go chearefully and demaund of them,</L>
<L>With Iu&s;tice what vniu&s;tly they demaund:</L>
<L>For he that doth deface anothers right,</L>
<L>And thinkes vniu&s;tly for to di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And take from him his owne inheritance</L>
<L>De&s;eruedly, and with a worthy meanes,</L>
<L>Not violating large and ho&s;tile Armes,</L>
<L>May he be put from that which is his owne,</L>
<L>By him to whom the wrong is offred.</L>
<L>Seeing therefore that the <HI>Romanes</HI> would v&s;urpe,</L>
<L>The royall dignitie of worthy <HI>Britaine,</HI></L>
<L>Due to your honorable aunce&s;tors,</L>
<L>I doubt not (noble King) but weele regaine,</L>
<L>That which your Predece&s;&s;ors haue po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>Euen in the middle of their proude&s;t Citie,</L>
<L>If we may come to buckle with our foe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
<L>This is the conflict that true hearted <HI>Britaines,</HI></L>
<L>So long haue wi&s;ht to happen to our age.</L>
<PB N="58" REF="33">
<L>The&s;e be the prophe&s;ies of wi&s;e <HI>Sibilla,</HI></L>
<L>Long time agoe, plainly and truly told,</L>
<L>And now at length fulfilled to our ioy,</L>
<L>That of the third race of the worthie <HI>Britaines,</HI></L>
<L>There &s;hould be borne a Prince to repo&s;&s;e&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The <HI>Romi&s;h Empire</HI> and their Dignitie:</L>
<L>For two of the&s;e the prophe&s;ie is pa&s;t,</L>
<L>In <HI>Belin</HI> and that worthie <HI>Con&s;tantine,</HI></L>
<L>Who ouercame, and gaue the Armes of <HI>Rome:</HI></L>
<L>Now haue we none but you my gracious Liege,</L>
<L>The third and la&s;t, not lea&s;t in all our eyes,</L>
<L>To whom this high Exploit is promi&s;ed:</L>
<L>Make ha&s;te therefore mo&s;t royall Soueraigne,</L>
<L>For to receiue that which our God will giue,</L>
<L>Ha&s;ten for to &s;ubdue their willing minds,</L>
<L>Which profer vp their honor to your hands,</L>
<L>Ha&s;ten deare Liege for to aduance vs all,</L>
<L>That willingly will &s;pend our liues and lands,</L>
<L>For the aduancement of our libertie.</L>
<L>And to atchieue this Labour worthie King,</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and armed &s;o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ldiers will I bring.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ho. K. of Brit.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Angu&s;el King of Albania his</HI> An&s;were to the King.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SInce fir&s;t I heard my Soueraigne &s;peake his mind,</L>
<L>Ful fraught with Eloque~ce and learned Coun&s;el,</L>
<L>A &s;odaine ioy did &s;o po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e my &s;oule,</L>
<L>As that in words I cannot vtter forth.</L>
<PB N="59" REF="33">
<L>The explanation of my willing thoughts:</L>
<L>In all our Victories and Conque&s;ts wonne,</L>
<L>Subduing many Regions, many Kings,</L>
<L>Nothing at all in honour haue we gain'd,</L>
<L>If that we &s;uffer the proud-minded <HI>Romanes,</HI></L>
<L>And hautie <HI>Germaines</HI> to v&s;urpe vpon vs,</L>
<L>And do not now reuenge tho&s;e bloudie &s;laughters,</L>
<L>Enacted on our friends and countrymen.</L>
<L>And &s;ith Occa&s;ion now is profered,</L>
<L>And Libertie to trie our force of Armes,</L>
<L>I do reioyce to &s;ee this happie day,</L>
<L>Wherein we may but meet and ioyne with them:</L>
<L>I thri&s;t my Lord in heart for &s;weet reuenge,</L>
<L>As if three dayes I had beene kept from drinke&punc;</L>
<L>The wounds I &s;hould receiue vpon that day,</L>
<L>Would be as plea&s;ant to my labouring &s;oule,</L>
<L>As Water to a thir&s;tie Traueller,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e Relea&s;ement to a man condemn'd,</L>
<L>Nay Death it &s;elfe were welcome to my bo&s;ome,</L>
<L>For to reuenge our Fathers iniuries,</L>
<L>Defend our libertie, aduance our King:</L>
<L>Let vs giue on&s;et on that meacocke Nation,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e fond effeminate vnruly people,</L>
<L>And fight it out vnto the late&s;t man;</L>
<L>That after we haue &s;pread our wauing Colours,</L>
<L>In &s;igne of Triumph and of Victorie,</L>
<L>We may enioy the Honors they po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And for my part renowned valiant King,</L>
<L>Two thou&s;and armed hor&s;emen will I bring.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>An. K. Alb.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="60" REF="34">
<LG>
<L>A Royall armie <HI>Arthur</HI> hath prouided,</L>
<L>To beard the brauing <HI>Romanes</HI> in their Countrie,</L>
<L>And like a <HI>Martiali&s;t</HI> hath them diuided,</L>
<L>To buckle with &s;o proud an Enemie:</L>
<L>And Courage ioyn'd with Re&s;olution,</L>
<L>Doth pricke them forwards to this Action.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Britains</HI> hawtie and re&s;olued men,</L>
<L>Stout, valiant, of <HI>Bellonas</HI> warlike brood,</L>
<L>Chear'd on their Followers, and began agen</L>
<L>For to reuiue their new decayed blood:</L>
<L>And to redeeme to <HI>Arthur</HI> and his Line,</L>
<L>What once was wonne by valiant <HI>Con&s;tantine.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now &s;ounds his Drumme a march in chearfull &s;or<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Now his loud winded Trumpets checke the aire,</L>
<L>And now the <HI>Britaines</HI> to him do re&s;ort,</L>
<L>Not fearing warres affliction or de&s;paire:</L>
<L>But all with one voyce promi&s;e victorie</L>
<L>To <HI>Arthur</HI> King of famous <HI>Britainy.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Colours they are wauing in the wind,</L>
<L>Wherein is wrought his Armes of ance&s;trie,</L>
<L>His Pendants are in formall wi&s;e a&s;&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>Quartred at large by well read <HI>Heraldrie:</HI></L>
<L>Cuffing the ayre that &s;truggles for to ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The gaudine&s;&s;e of faire King <HI>Arthurs</HI> bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Within his &s;preading En&s;igne fir&s;t he bore,</L>
<L>Allotted from his royall familie,</L>
<L>Three flying Dragons and three Crownes he wore,</L>
<PB N="61" REF="34">
<L>Portraid <HI>de Or,</HI> the field of <HI>Azure</HI> die,</L>
<L>His fathers Coate, his Mothers Countries grace,</L>
<L>His honors Badge, his cruell foes deface.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t vnto him&s;elfe he hath a&s;&s;umpted,</L>
<L>And tooke to Armes proper to his de&s;ire,</L>
<L>As in his faithfull mind being be&s;t accounted,</L>
<L>And fitting to tho&s;e thoughts he did require:</L>
<L>A cro&s;&s;e of Siluer in a field of <HI>Vert,</HI></L>
<L>A gracious <HI>Embleame</HI> to his great de&s;ert.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>On the fir&s;t quarter of this field was figured,</L>
<L>The image of our <HI>Ladie</HI> with her <HI>Sonne</HI></L>
<L>Held in her armes; this he de&s;ired,</L>
<L>Wherein his new-growne valour was begonne:</L>
<L>And bearing this &s;ame Figure forth right nobly,</L>
<L>Did maruellous Actes and feates of Chiualrie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Signe in elder ages being odious,</L>
<L>And hated of the bad de&s;eruing mind,</L>
<L>By his deare blood is made mo&s;t pretious,</L>
<L>Our vnpure Sinne by him being full refind:</L>
<L>A great triumphant Signe, a Signe of ioy,</L>
<L>A ble&s;&s;ed Cro&s;&s;e to free vs from annoy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To this the righteous man bowes downe his head,</L>
<L>And this the heauenly <HI>Angels</HI> do adore,</L>
<L>By this our vnpure &s;oules with life is fed,</L>
<L>And <HI>Diuels</HI> fearing this do much deplore:</L>
<L>Hereon he vanqui&s;ht <HI>Sathan,</HI> Hell, and Sinne,</L>
<L>And by this Signe our new-life we begin.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="62" REF="35">
<L>Wi&s;e, learned <HI>Historiographers</HI> do write,</L>
<L>That this pure Signe of the mo&s;t holy Cro&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Was &s;ent from God&punc; to <HI>Mercuries</HI> delight,</L>
<L><HI>Iulian</HI> the <HI>Apo&s;tata's</HI> onely lo&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And that an Angell brought to <HI>Mercurie,</HI></L>
<L>All Armour for his backe mo&s;t nece&s;&s;arie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Shield of <HI>Azure</HI> herein coloured,</L>
<L>A flowrie Cro&s;&s;e betweene two golden Ro&s;es,</L>
<L>That the prowd <HI>Iewes</HI> minds much di&s;tempred,</L>
<L>Who&s;e vertue in it &s;elfe true Time enclo&s;es</L>
<L>A rich wrought Shield and a mo&s;t heauenly Armour,</L>
<L>That to the proud Foe &s;trucke a deadly terrour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And in the time of <HI>Charles</HI> the &s;euenth french King,</L>
<L>The Sunne giuing glorie to the dim-fac'd Morne,</L>
<L>When early ri&s;ing Birds alowd did &s;ing,</L>
<L>And faire cleare clouds the Element did adorne,</L>
<L>To <HI>Engli&s;hmen</HI> and <HI>French</HI> from heauen was &s;ent</L>
<L>A milke-white Cro&s;&s;e within the Firmament.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which heauenly Signe of both the&s;e nations &s;eene,</L>
<L>The haughtie <HI>French</HI> mou'd with rebellion</L>
<L>Again&s;t their lawfull King and true-borne Queene,</L>
<L>Began to yeeld their true &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>And tooke it as a great admoni&s;hment,</L>
<L>And Signe betok'ning bitter detriment.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus we may &s;ee, that the Religion</L>
<L>Which they conceiued of this ble&s;&s;ed &s;ight,</L>
<L>Altred their minds to veneration,</L>
<PB N="59" REF="35">
<L>And mollified their harts then full of &s;pight,</L>
<L>Yeelding vnto their Prince obedience,</L>
<L>And true &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion for their great offence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;ight of honor, to the <HI>French Kings</HI> fame</L>
<L>They did behold, a &s;pectacle to <HI>Fraunce,</HI></L>
<L>At the &s;ame time when the third <HI>Edward</HI> came,</L>
<L>And in the land his colours did aduaunce,</L>
<L>Sending to <HI>Clodoueus</HI> then their King&punc;</L>
<L>Which there became a Chri&s;tian by Baptizing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Haec &s;unt Francorum celebranda in&s;ignia Regum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Quae demi&s;&s;a polo, &s;u&s;tinet alma fides</HI></L>
<L><HI>Et nobis coelica dona:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Et pia Francorum placeant in&s;ignia Regum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Aurea coele&s;ti primum &s;uffulta colore</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lilia, Cae&s;arijs olim iam credita ceruis</HI></L>
<L><HI>Auri flamma dehinc, veterum victoria Regum.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And euer &s;ince great <HI>Clodoueus</HI> raigne,</L>
<L>They did remaine as En&s;ignes to that Nation,</L>
<L>Where &s;till before three Toades they did &s;u&s;taine,</L>
<L>Their onely pourtraiture of commendation,</L>
<L>By honor to the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Kings pertaining,</L>
<L>That conquer'd <HI>Fraunce,</HI> when all their pride was wai|ning.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His barbed Hor&s;es beat the yeelding ground,</L>
<L>And with their neighing terrifide their foe,</L>
<L>Prowd of their riders, in who&s;e harts are found</L>
<L>A promi&s;e to the <HI>Romanes</HI> ouerthrow.</L>
<PB N="64" REF="36">
<L>The gli&s;tering &s;hine of their well-fa&s;hion'd armour&punc;</L>
<L>Tels all men here doth ride a Conquerour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Their Armour &s;trongly made and firmely wrought,</L>
<L>Not to the v&s;e of old decayed Time,</L>
<L>Who with their guilded &s;hewes are good for nought,</L>
<L>But like to &s;tonie wals not made with lime,</L>
<L>The <HI>Brytaines</HI> went not proudly armoured,</L>
<L>But &s;trong, as &s;corning to be conquered.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Calis</HI> he his colours doth aduance,</L>
<L>Who all for feare do entertaine this Prince,</L>
<L>And pa&s;&s;eth through the regiment of <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>And doth with pui&s;&s;ance the <HI>French</HI> conuince:</L>
<L>Still marching vp to <HI>Paris</HI> and to <HI>Roane,</HI></L>
<L>Bringing that Countrie in &s;ubiection.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And hauing got his Title and his Name,</L>
<L>A Title got with famous victorie,</L>
<L>He marcheth forward to enlarge his Fame,</L>
<L>Leauing faire <HI>France</HI> in his authoritie,</L>
<L>By &s;word and clemencie he conquer'd <HI>I&s;land,</HI></L>
<L>And wonne by famous warre the land of <HI>Gothland.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now more and more his armie doth increa&s;e,</L>
<L>And mightie Kings do offer him their aide,</L>
<L>So in the country they might liue in peace,</L>
<L>His warlike followers &s;o their minds di&s;maid:</L>
<L>The name of <HI>Arthur</HI> King of <HI>Britanie,</HI></L>
<L>Hath fear'd the <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> force from <HI>Italy.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="65" REF="36">
<L>At la&s;t he comes to meete his enemie,</L>
<L>High-harted <HI>Luci<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">s</HI> that his letters &s;ent,</L>
<L>To great <HI>Carleon</HI> with &s;uch Maie&s;tie,</L>
<L>That &s;tiffely did demaund a ba&s;e intent:</L>
<L>But now he wi&s;ht King <HI>Arthur</HI> were away,</L>
<L>For feare he lo&s;t the Honor of the day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Britaines</HI> valour was &s;o admirable,</L>
<L>As when a Lion <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">eeteth with his Pray;</L>
<L>King <HI>Arthurs</HI> courage &s;o ine&s;timable,</L>
<L>That nere a <HI>Romaine</HI> dur&s;t his &s;trength a&s;&s;ay:</L>
<L>But like the du&s;t with wind did take their flight,</L>
<L>Yeelding by Warre wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hey demaund by Might.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here lay a heape of <HI>Romans</HI> &s;laughtered,</L>
<L>Trode vnder foote by proud victorious Steedes,</L>
<L>And here one Friend another murthered,</L>
<L>Not able for to helpe him in his neede:</L>
<L>Here brui&s;ed Souldiers that alowd did cry,</L>
<L>Braue <HI>Arthur</HI> helpe vs in our mi&s;erie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And after he had wonne &s;o great a Field,</L>
<L>And ouerthrew the <HI>Romaine Lucius,</HI></L>
<L>He pardon'd tho&s;e that graciou&s;ly would yeeld,</L>
<L>And leaue their Leader proud <HI>Tiberius:</HI></L>
<L>Who left his men for feare, and would not fight,</L>
<L>But hid him&s;elfe in darkne&s;&s;e of the Night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This ba&s;e retraite and glorious Victorie,</L>
<L>To <HI>Arthurs</HI> honour and <HI>Tiberius</HI> &s;hame,</L>
<L>Was &s;pred through <HI>Rome,</HI> through <HI>France,</HI> through <HI>Italy,</HI></L>
<PB N="66" REF="37">
<L>An extollation to the <HI>Bryti&s;h</HI> name:</L>
<L>Who forraged about, yet all did flie,</L>
<L>Till <HI>Arthur</HI> tooke them to his pitying mercie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Forward towards <HI>Rome</HI> the&s;e <HI>Britaines</HI> make their way,</L>
<L>Sounding Defiance as they pa&s;&s;e along,</L>
<L>Their conquering En&s;ignes &s;till they do di&s;play,</L>
<L>In Armes and hautie courage pa&s;&s;ing &s;trong:</L>
<L>All Cities offer peace, all Townes &s;ubmit</L>
<L>To <HI>Arthurs</HI> greatne&s;&s;e, as a thing mo&s;t fit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But as they pa&s;&s;e huge <HI>Mirmedons</HI> do &s;triue,</L>
<L>Surnamed <HI>Giants,</HI> for to &s;top this King.</L>
<L>And vow by Pagani&s;me (by which they thriue,)</L>
<L>His bodie in <HI>Oceanus</HI> to fling:</L>
<L>And daunt his followers, who as Fame hath &s;aid,</L>
<L>Of great bigge mon&s;trous men were not afraid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t they march vpon a large broade plaine,</L>
<L>When fir&s;t the&s;e hautie <HI>Giants</HI> he doth &s;pie,</L>
<L>The <HI>Britaines</HI> &s;corne for to retire againe,</L>
<L>But either winne the honor, or el&s;e die:</L>
<L>Courage quoth <HI>Arthur,</HI> better die with fame,</L>
<L>Then yeeld or turne to our immortall &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length they meete, and meeting cope together,</L>
<L>As when two &s;auage Boares are full of ire,</L>
<L>The Victorie as yet inclin'd to neither,</L>
<L>But from their Crea&s;ts and Shields did &s;parckle fire:</L>
<L>Inkindled Wrath from <HI>Arthurs</HI> brea&s;t hath &s;prong,</L>
<L>That he made pa&s;&s;age through the thioke&s;t throng.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="67" REF="37">
<L>The King of <HI>Giants Arthur</HI> meetes withall,</L>
<L>And copes with him: for in his &s;trength did &s;tand</L>
<L>His Kingdomes great aduancement, or his fall,</L>
<L>His Subiects peace, his quietne&s;&s;e of land:</L>
<L>But this renowne to <HI>Britaine</HI> doth remaine,</L>
<L>The <HI>Giant, Arthur</HI> hand to hand hath &s;laine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When he was downe the re&s;t did faint for feare,</L>
<L>Which when the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> armie had e&s;pied,</L>
<L>Their true-borne valour did they not forbeare,</L>
<L>But all the greene gra&s;&s;e with their bloud they died:</L>
<L>And made &s;uch &s;laughter of the&s;e mon&s;trous men,</L>
<L>That after-time hath regi&s;tred agen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>After this Conque&s;t is King <HI>Arthur</HI> minded,</L>
<L>With all his royall power to march to <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>And with his Lords he hath determined,</L>
<L>This gallant Re&s;olution, and this Doome:</L>
<L>To crowne him&s;elfe by warre their Emperour,</L>
<L>And ouer all a mightie Gouernour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And had not Fortune and Rebellion,</L>
<L>Stir'd vp his Cou&s;in <HI>Mordreds</HI> hautie mind,</L>
<L>At home to make ciuill inua&s;ion,</L>
<L>Who &s;ought King <HI>Arthurs</HI> glory for to blind,</L>
<L>With honour had he re-inkindled fire,</L>
<L>To burne the wals of <HI>Rome</HI> to his de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But O fal&s;e <HI>Mordred,</HI> thou deceitfull Kin&s;man,</L>
<L>(Begot of Trea&s;ons heyte) thus to rebell,</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy noble Nephew, who hath wonne</L>
<PB N="68" REF="38">
<L>Cities and peopled Townes that did excell:</L>
<L>And all he did was for to glorifie</L>
<L>His Royall kindred and his Noble countrey.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thou &s;ome ba&s;e-borne Haggard mak'&s;t a wing,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Princely <HI>Eagle</HI> in his flight,</L>
<L>And like a hi&s;&s;ing Serpent &s;eek'&s;t to &s;ting</L>
<L>The Lion that did &s;hield thee from de&s;pight:</L>
<L>But now being wakened by his Countries wrong,</L>
<L>With warre he meanes to vi&s;ite you ere long.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The newes of this proud Rebell in his Land,</L>
<L>Was like deepe piercing arrowes at his hart,</L>
<L>Intemperate Rage did make them vnder&s;tand</L>
<L>King <HI>Arthurs</HI> furie, and fond <HI>Mordreds</HI> &s;mart,</L>
<L>Who vow'd reuengement mo&s;t vnnaturall,</L>
<L>On him that &s;ought to bring his friends to thrall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He &s;ounds Retraite with heart-&s;wolne heauine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That he mu&s;t leaue faire <HI>Rome</HI> vnconquered,</L>
<L>And marcheth through the Land in quietne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To be reueng'd on the V&s;urper <HI>Mordred:</HI></L>
<L>At this &s;weet newes of his departing thence,</L>
<L>The <HI>Romaines</HI> prai&s;e the Rebels excellence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>King <HI>Arthur</HI> heard at his returne towards <HI>Brytaine,</HI></L>
<L>How <HI>Mordred</HI> had proclaim'd him&s;elfe there King,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that re&s;i&s;ted, he by force hath &s;laine,</L>
<L>Vnto their Countries ground a gentle offring,</L>
<L>And to the <HI>Saxon Cheldricke</HI> is allide,</L>
<L>Who landing to their lawfull King denide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="69" REF="38">
<L>By force they driue King <HI>Arthur</HI> from the &s;hore,</L>
<L>And like rebellious Mon&s;ters kill his men,</L>
<L>Which when he viewes, he &s;triueth more and more,</L>
<L>And his great pui&s;&s;ant &s;trength renewes againe,</L>
<L>And maugre all the power they with&s;tand,</L>
<L>At <HI>Sandwich</HI> Noble <HI>Arthur</HI> taketh Land:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And ioyning battell with his enemies,</L>
<L>The traytrous Rebels are di&s;comfited,</L>
<L>And <HI>Mordred</HI> all in ha&s;t away he flies,</L>
<L>By trea&s;ons bloudie Traine &amp; murther led,</L>
<L>To gather Power to renew the fight,</L>
<L>Vrg'd forward by the <HI>Saxon Cheldricks</HI> &s;pight</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Noble <HI>Arthur</HI> in this conflict lo&s;t</L>
<L>Some of his followers whom he lou'd too deare;</L>
<L>The death of gentle <HI>Gawen</HI> grieu'd him mo&s;t,</L>
<L>As by his outward &s;orrow did appeare:</L>
<L>This <HI>Gawen</HI> was proud <HI>Mordreds</HI> lawfull brother,</L>
<L>Legitimate by father and by mother.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O mirrour of true borne gentilitie,</L>
<L>Faire mappe of Honor in his gentle blood,</L>
<L>That rather cho&s;e to loue his noble countrie,</L>
<L>And &s;eeke the meanes to do his life Liege good,</L>
<L>Then to defend his kindred by that warre,</L>
<L>That made the Sonne and mo&s;t kind Father iarre.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Kind <HI>Gawen,</HI> tru&s;tie worthie Gentleman;</L>
<L>Belou'd of <HI>Arthur,</HI> as de&s;eruedly,</L>
<L>Recording Time thy faithfulne&s;&s;e &s;hall &s;can,</L>
<PB N="70" REF="39">
<L>And loyall Truth wrapt vp in memorie:</L>
<L>Shall &s;ay in thy Kings quarrell being iu&s;t,</L>
<L>At la&s;t thou died&s;t, not in thy Brothers tru&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy gentle King prepar'd thy Funeral,</L>
<L>And laid thy bodie in a Sepulchre,</L>
<L>In thine owne country richly done and royall,</L>
<L>At <HI>Ro&s;&s;e</HI> who&s;e aunce&s;trie &s;hall &s;till endure:</L>
<L>And like a Nephew, mourn'd and wept for thee,</L>
<L>Grieuing to loo&s;e <HI>Bryti&s;h</HI> Nobilitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But to proceede in this vnluckie fight,</L>
<L>King <HI>Angu&s;el</HI> was &s;laine whom <HI>Arthur</HI> loued,</L>
<L>A man in whom his countrie tooke delight,</L>
<L>That ne're with home-bred Treacherie was moued,</L>
<L>In fal&s;e-faith'd <HI>Scotland</HI> was his bones interd,</L>
<L>To which before King <HI>Arthur</HI> him preferd,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That vniu&s;t <HI>Mordred,</HI> Mi&s;chiefes nouri&s;her,</L>
<L>Times bad infamer, Traitor to the State,</L>
<L>Of his whole Countrie bounds the chiefe perturber,</L>
<L>Who&s;e name to this day mong&s;t them growes in hate,</L>
<L>Fled from the battell getting &s;hips he &s;aild</L>
<L>We&s;tward towards <HI>Cornwail,</HI> whe~ his force was quaild.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when King <HI>Arthur</HI> heard of his departure,</L>
<L>Cau&s;ing the refu&s;e Rebels for to flie,</L>
<L>To make the way of his defence more &s;ure,</L>
<L>With &s;peed he re-infor&s;t his royall armie,</L>
<L>With new &s;upplie of hardie men at Armes,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Re&s;olution fear'd no following harmes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="71" REF="39">
<L>With his whole force he marcheth after him,</L>
<L>Where all the <HI>Kenti&s;h</HI> men reioyce to &s;ee</L>
<L>King <HI>Arthurs</HI> Colours, who&s;e rich pride doth dim</L>
<L>The faire-fac'd Sunne in all his Maie&s;tie:</L>
<L>Not re&s;ting till he came vnto the place,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Mordred</HI> was incamped for a &s;pace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By <HI>Winche&s;ter</HI> a Citie of renowne,</L>
<L>The Traitorous armie of this <HI>Mordred</HI> lay,</L>
<L>On who&s;e proud gather'd troupe the Sunne did frowne,</L>
<L>Fore-&s;hewing to his men a blacke-fac't day:</L>
<L>And &s;o it prou'd before the &s;elfe-&s;ame night;</L>
<L><HI>Mordred</HI> and his be&s;t friends were &s;laine in fight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At <HI>Camblane</HI> was this bloudie battell ended,</L>
<L>Where fame-acthieuing <HI>Arthur</HI> &s;ore was wounded,</L>
<L>With gallant <HI>Britaine</HI> Lords being attended,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;word (cald <HI>Pridwin</HI>) manie had confounded,</L>
<L>Yet Fortunes vn&s;eene immortalitie,</L>
<L>Sometime cuts downe &s;prigs of a Monarchie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At this dayes dolefull &s;troke of <HI>Arthurs</HI> death,</L>
<L>The glorious &s;hining Sunne lookt pale and wanne,</L>
<L>And when this <HI>Monarch</HI> lo&s;ed forth his breath,</L>
<L>The <HI>Britaines</HI> being amaz'd about him ranne:</L>
<L>And with their nailes did teare their fle&s;h a&s;under,</L>
<L>That they had lo&s;t their King the worlds great Wonder.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ouer this litle Iland he had raigned,</L>
<L>The full iu&s;t terme of &s;ixe and twentie yeares,</L>
<L>When twelue mo&s;t famous battels he obtained,</L>
<PB N="72" REF="40">
<L>As in our auncient Chronicles appeares,</L>
<L>And in the Church-yard of faire <HI>Gla&s;tenburie,</HI></L>
<L>They held King <HI>Arthurs</HI> wofull ob&s;equie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And in the time of &s;econd <HI>Henries</HI> dayes,</L>
<L>Betweene two pillars was his body found,</L>
<L>That in his life de&s;eru's immortall prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Lady &s;ixteene foote deepe vnderneath the ground;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e his <HI>Saxon</HI> foes whom he did cha&s;e,</L>
<L>Should not with &s;words his liuele&s;&s;e corps deface.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In the la&s;t yeare of <HI>Henries</HI> royaltie,</L>
<L>More then &s;ixe hundred after his buriall,</L>
<L>By the Abbot of the hou&s;e of <HI>Gla&s;tenburie,</HI></L>
<L>At la&s;t they found King <HI>Arthurs</HI> funerall:</L>
<L><HI>Henry de Bloys</HI> the Abbots name they gaue,</L>
<L>Who by the Kings commaund did find the graue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The principall and chiefe occa&s;ion</L>
<L>That moou'd King <HI>Henry</HI> for to &s;eeke the place,</L>
<L>Was that a Bardth in Wel&s;h diui&s;ion,</L>
<L>Recorded <HI>Arthurs</HI> actes vnto his Grace:</L>
<L>And in the fore&s;aid Church-yard the did &s;ing,</L>
<L>That they &s;hould find the body of the King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And tho&s;e that dig'd to find his bodie there,</L>
<L>After they enterd &s;euen foote deepe in ground,</L>
<L>A mightie broade &s;tone to them did appeare,</L>
<L>With a great leaden Cro&s;&s;e thereto bound,</L>
<L>And downwards towards the corpes the Cro&s;&s;e did lie,</L>
<L>Containing this in&s;cripted poe&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="epitaph">
<PB N="73" REF="40">
<L><HI>Hic iacet &s;epultus inclytus Rex,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Arthurus in In&s;ula A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">aloniae.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His bodie who&s;e great actes the world recorded,</L>
<L>When vitall limitation gaue him life,</L>
<L>And Fames &s;hrill golden Trump abroad had &s;ounded,</L>
<L>What Warres he ended, what Debate, what Strife&punc;</L>
<L>What Honor to his countrey, what great Loue,</L>
<L>Among&s;t his faithfull &s;ubiects he did proue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Was not interd in &s;umptuous royaltie,</L>
<L>With funerall pompe of kindred and of friends,</L>
<L>Nor clo&s;de in marble &s;tone wrought curiou&s;ly,</L>
<L>Nor none in mourning blacke his King attends,</L>
<L>But in a hollow tree made for the nonce,</L>
<L>They do enter King <HI>Arthurs</HI> princely bones.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Their outward habite did not &s;hew their mind,</L>
<L>For many millions of &s;ad weeping eies,</L>
<L>In euery &s;treete and corner you might find,</L>
<L>Some beating their bare brea&s;t, and &s;ome with out cries,</L>
<L>Cur&s;ing and Banning that proud <HI>Mordreds</HI> &s;oule,</L>
<L>That did by warre his princely life controule.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Kings that were attendant on his traine,</L>
<L>Forgot their kingdomes, and their royall crownes,</L>
<L>Their high proud hautie hearts with griefe were &s;laine,</L>
<L>Strucke in amaze with Fortunes deadly frownes:</L>
<L>For they had lo&s;t their Scepter, Seate, and all,</L>
<L>By princely <HI>Arthurs</HI> mo&s;t vnhappie fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="74" REF="41">
<L>The trunke being opened, at the la&s;t they found</L>
<L>The bones of <HI>Arthur</HI> King of <HI>Brytanie,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;hin-bone being &s;et vpon the ground,</L>
<L>(As may appeare by auncient Memorie)</L>
<L>Reacht to the middle thigh within a &s;panne,</L>
<L>Of a tall proper well &s;et bigge lim'd Man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And furthermore they found King <HI>Arthurs</HI> skull,</L>
<L>Of &s;uch great largene&s;&s;e that betwixt his eyes,</L>
<L>His foreheads &s;pace a &s;panne broad was at full,</L>
<L>That no true <HI>Hi&s;toriographer</HI> denies:</L>
<L>The forenam'd <HI>Abbot</HI> liuing in tho&s;e daies,</L>
<L>Saw what is written now to <HI>Arthurs</HI> prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The print of tenne wounds in his head appeared,</L>
<L>All growne together except onely one,</L>
<L>Of which it &s;eemes this worthie <HI>Brytaine</HI> died:</L>
<L>A true Memoriall to his louing Nation;</L>
<L>But that was greater far then all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Had it bene le&s;&s;er <HI>Brytaine</HI> had bene ble&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In opening of the Tombe they found his wife,</L>
<L>Queene <HI>Guiniuere</HI> interred with the King,</L>
<L>The Tre&s;&s;es of her haire as in her life,</L>
<L>Were finely platted whole and gli&s;tering:</L>
<L>The colour like the mo&s;t pure refin'd gold,</L>
<L>Which being toucht &s;traight turned into mould.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Henry de Bloyes</HI> at the length tran&s;lated</L>
<L>The bones of <HI>Arthur</HI> and his louely Queene,</L>
<L>Into the great Church where they were interred,</L>
<PB N="75" REF="41">
<L>Within a Marble toombe, as oft was &s;eene:</L>
<L>Of whom a worthie Poet doth rehear&s;e,</L>
<L>This <HI>Epitaph</HI> in &s;weete <HI>Heroicke</HI> Ver&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<Q LANG="lat"><LG TYPE="epitaph">
<L><HI>Hic iacet Arthurus flos regum, gloria regni,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Quem mores, probitas commendant laude perenni.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Iohannis <HI>Leylandij</HI> antiquarij Encomion funerale, in</L>
<L>vitam, facta, mortem&abque; Regis Arthuri incliti&s;&s;imi.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>SAxonicas toties qui fudit marte cruento</HI></L>
<L><HI>Turmas, &amp; peperit &s;polijs &s;ibi nomen opimis,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fulmineo toties Pictos qui contudit en&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Impo&s;uitque iugum Scoti ceruicibus ingens,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Qui tumidos Gallos, Germanos qui&abque; feroces</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pertulit, &amp; Dacos bello confregit aperto:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Denique Mordredum &egrave; medio qui &s;ustulit illud</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mon&s;trum, horrendum ingens, dirum &s;euumque tyrannum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hoc iacet extinctus monument<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Arthurius alto,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Militiae clarum decus, &amp; virtutis alumnus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Gloria nunc cuius terram circumuolat omnem,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Aetherijque petit, &s;ublimia tecta tonantis.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vos igitur gentis Proles genero&s;a Britannae</HI></L>
<L><HI>Induperatoriter magno a&s;&s;urgite ve&s;tro:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Et tumulo &s;acro Ro&s;eas inferte Corollas,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Officij te&s;tes redolentia munera ve&s;tri,</HI></L>
</LG></Q>
<P><HI>Thus Engli&s;hed.</HI>
<Q><LG>
<L>He that &s;o oft the <HI>Saxon</HI> Troupes did foile,</L>
<L>And got a name of worth with riche&s;t &s;poile:</L>
<L>He that with brandi&s;ht &s;word the <HI>Picts</HI> de&s;troyd,</L>
<L>And yok'd the <HI>Scots,</HI> their &s;tubborn necks annoyd:</L>
<L>He that the loftie <HI>French</HI> and <HI>Germaines</HI> fierce did &s;mite,</L>
<PB N="76" REF="42">
<L>And <HI>Dacians</HI> force with Warre did vanqui&s;h quite:</L>
<L>He la&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">y which cut off that mon&s;ter <HI>Mordreds</HI> life,</L>
<L>A cruell Tyrant, horrible, mightie, full of &s;trife:</L>
<L><HI>Arthur</HI> lyes buried in this Monument,</L>
<L>Warres chiefe&s;t garland, Vertues &s;ole intent;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Glorie through the world &s;til &s;wiftly flies,</L>
<L>And mounts with <HI>Fames</HI> wings vp to the thundring skies.</L>
<L>You gentle Off&punc; &s;pring of the <HI>Britaines</HI> blood,</L>
<L>Vnto this pui&s;&s;ant Emperour do honours good,</L>
<L>And on his Tombe lay Garlands of &s;weete Ro&s;es,</L>
<L>Sweete gifts of Dutie, and &s;weete louing po&s;ies.</L>
</LG>
<P>Finis Epitaphij. No. Arth.</P></Q></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="pedigree">
<HEAD><HI>The true Pedigree of that famous</HI> VVorthie King Arthur, collected <HI>out of many learned Authors.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TWelue men in number entred the vale of <HI>Aualon:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Io&s;eph</HI> of <HI>Arimathea</HI> was the chiefe&s;t we confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Io&s;ue</HI> the &s;onne of <HI>Io&s;eph</HI> his father did attend on,</L>
<L>With other ten, the&s;e <HI>Gla&s;ton</HI> did po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Hilarius</HI> the Nephew of <HI>Io&s;eph</HI> fir&s;t begate</L>
<L><HI>Io&s;ue</HI> the Wi&s;e: <HI>Io&s;ue Aminadab,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Aminadab Ca&s;tellors</HI> had by fate:</L>
<L><HI>Ca&s;tellors</HI> got <HI>Manael</HI> that louely Lad,</L>
<L>And <HI>Manael</HI> by his wife had faire-fac'd <HI>Lambard,</HI></L>
<L>With another deare &s;onne &s;urnamed <HI>Vrlard;</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Lambard</HI> at the length begot a &s;onne,</L>
<PB N="77" REF="42">
<L>That had <HI>Igrene</HI> borne of his wife,</L>
<L>Of this <HI>Igrene, Vter</HI> the great <HI>Pendragon</HI></L>
<L>Begot King <HI>Arthur</HI> famous in his life,</L>
<L>Where by the truth this Pedigree doth end,</L>
<L><HI>Arthur</HI> from <HI>Io&s;ephs</HI> loynes did fir&s;t de&s;cend.</L>
<L><HI>Peter</HI> Cou&s;in to <HI>Io&s;eph</HI> of <HI>Arimathea,</HI></L>
<L>Being &s;ometimes King of great <HI>Arcadia,</HI></L>
<L>Begat <HI>Erlan</HI> that famous worthy Prince,</L>
<L>And <HI>Erlan</HI> gat <HI>Melianus,</HI> that did conuince</L>
<L>His neighbour foes, <HI>Melianus</HI> did beget</L>
<L><HI>Edor,</HI> and <HI>Edor Lothos</HI> name did &s;et,</L>
<L>That tooke to wife the &s;i&s;ter of King <HI>Arthur:</HI></L>
<L>A Virgine faire, cha&s;te, louely, and mo&s;t pure,</L>
<L>Of whom this <HI>Lotho</HI> had foure louely boyes,</L>
<L>Their fathers comfort and their mothers ioyes,</L>
<L><HI>Walwanus, Agranaius, Garelus</HI> and <HI>Guereli&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That in their countrey much did &s;oueragnize:</L>
<L>All which were men of great authoritie,</L>
<L>And famous in the land of <HI>Britanie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>Here endeth the Birth, Life, Death, and Pedigree of King Arthur of Britanie, &amp; now, to where we left.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Nature</HI> tell me one thing ere we part,</L>
<L>What famous towne and &s;ituated Seate,</L>
<L>Is that huge Building that is made by Art,</L>
<L>Again&s;t who&s;e wals the cry&s;tall &s;treames do beate&punc;</L>
<L>As if the flowing tide the &s;tones would eate:</L>
<L>That lies vpon my left hand built &s;o hie,</L>
<L>That the huge top-made Steeple dares the Skie?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="78" REF="43">
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is the <HI>Britaines</HI> towne old <HI>Troynouant,</HI></L>
<L>The which the wandring-<HI>Troyans</HI> Sonne did frame,</L>
<L>When after &s;hip wracke he a place did want,</L>
<L>For to reuiue his Honor-&s;plitted Name,</L>
<L>And rai&s;d againe the cinders of his Fame,</L>
<L>When from <HI>Sydonian Dido</HI> they did &s;teale,</L>
<L>To reare the Pillars of a Common-weale.</L>
<L>Since when to come more nearer to our time,</L>
<L><HI>Lud</HI> the great King did with his wealth enlarge,</L>
<L>The famous builded Citie of this Clime,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ludstone</HI> to be cald he gaue in charge,</L>
<L>And <HI>London</HI> now that Towne is growne at large:</L>
<L>The flowing Riuer <HI>Thama&s;is</HI> is nam'd,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Sea-en&s;uing Tide can neare be tam'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>London</HI> I haue heard thee honoured,</L>
<L>And thy names Glorie rais'd to good intent,</L>
<L>Lawes Councell chamber in thy wals is bred,</L>
<L>The &s;choole of Knowledge and Experiment:</L>
<L>Wi&s;e Senators to gouerne thee is lent.</L>
<L>All things to beautifie a Royall Throne,</L>
<L>Where Scar&s;itie and Dearth did neuer grone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Leaue off thy Prai&s;es till we haue more lea&s;ure,</L>
<L>And to beguile the wearie lingring Day,</L>
<L>Who&s;e long-drawne Howers do tire vs out of mea&s;ure:</L>
<L>Our cunning in Loue-&s;ongs let vs a&s;&s;ay,</L>
<L>And paint our Plea&s;ure as &s;ome good Array:</L>
<L>I will beginne my cunning for to ta&s;t,</L>
<L>And your Experience we will try at la&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Here Nature &s;ingeth to this dittie following.</STAGE>
<Q><LG TYPE="song">
<L>WHat is Loue but a toy</L>
<L>To beguile mens Sen&s;es?</L>
<PB N="79" REF="43">
<L>What is <HI>Cupid</HI> but a boy,</L>
<L>Boy to cau&s;e expences,</L>
<L>A toy that brings to fooles oppre&s;&s;ed thrall,</L>
<L>A boy who&s;e folly makes a number fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What is Loue but a child,</L>
<L>Child of little &s;ub&s;tance,</L>
<L>Making Apes to be wild,</L>
<L>And their pride to aduance,</L>
<L>A child that loues with guegawes to be toying,</L>
<L>And with thinne &s;hadowes alwaies to be playing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Loue is &s;weete, wherein &s;weete?</L>
<L>In fading plea&s;ures, wanton toyes,</L>
<L>Loue a Lord, and yet meete,</L>
<L>To cro&s;&s;e mens humours with annoyes:</L>
<L>A bitter plea&s;ure, plea&s;ing for a while,</L>
<L>A Lord is Loue that doth mans thoughts beguile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O &s;ing no more, you do forget your Theame,</L>
<L>And haue prophan'd the &s;acred name of Loue,</L>
<L>You dip your tongue in an vnwhol&s;ome Streame,</L>
<L>And from the golden Truth your notes remoue,</L>
<L>In my har&s;h Dittie I will all reproue:</L>
<L>And vnaccu&s;tom'd I will trie my skill,</L>
<L>To plea&s;ure you, and to confute your will.</L>
</LG></Q>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Phoenix her Song to the Dittie before.</STAGE>
<SP>
<Q><LG TYPE="song">
<L>O Holy Loue, religious Saint,</L>
<L>Mans onely hony-ta&s;ting Plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Thy glory, learning cannot paint,</L>
<L>For thou art all our wordly Trea&s;ure:</L>
<L>Thou art the Trea&s;ure, Trea&s;ure of the &s;oule,</L>
<L>That great cele&s;tiall powers do&s;t controule.</L>
<L>What greater bli&s;&s;e then to embrace</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="80" REF="44">
<L>The perfect patterne of Delight,</L>
<L>Who&s;e heart-enchaunting Eye doth cha&s;e</L>
<L>All &s;tormes of &s;orow from mans &s;ight:</L>
<L>Plea&s;ure, Delight, Wealth, and earth-ioyes do lye</L>
<L>In <HI>&V;enus</HI> bo&s;ome, bo&s;ome of pure beautie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That mind that ta&s;teth perfect Loue,</L>
<L>Is farre remoted from annoy:</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> that God doth &s;it aboue,</L>
<L>That tips his Arrowes all with ioy:</L>
<L>And this makes Poets in their Ver&s;e to &s;ing</L>
<L><HI>Loue</HI> is a holy, holy, holy thing.</L>
</LG></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>O voice Angelicall, O heauenly &s;ong,</L>
<L>The golden prai&s;e of Loue that thou ha&s;t made,</L>
<L>Deliuerd from thy &s;weete &s;moothd honied tong,</L>
<L>Commaunds Loue &s;elfe to lye within a &s;hade,</L>
<L>And yeeld thee all the Plea&s;ures may be had:</L>
<L>Thy &s;weete melodious voice hath beautifide</L>
<L>And guilded <HI>Loues</HI> rich amours in her pride.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough, enough, Loue is a holy thing,</L>
<L>A power deuine, deuine, maie&s;ticall:</L>
<L>In &s;hallow witted braines as you did &s;ing,</L>
<L>It cares not for the force materiall,</L>
<L>And low-borne Swaines it nought re&s;pects at all:</L>
<L>She builds her Bower in none but noble minds,</L>
<L>And there due adoration &s;till &s;he finds.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay <HI>Phoenix</HI> &s;tay, the euening Starre drawes nie,</L>
<L>And <HI>Phoebus</HI> he is parted from our &s;ight,</L>
<PB N="81" REF="44">
<L>And with this Wagon mounted in the Skie,</L>
<L>Affoording pa&s;&s;age to the gloomie night,</L>
<L>That doth the way-faring Pa&s;&s;enger affright:</L>
<L>And we are &s;et on foote neere to that Ile,</L>
<L>In who&s;e deepe bottome plaines Delight doth &s;mile.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O what a muskie &s;ent the ayre doth ca&s;t,</L>
<L>As if the Gods perfum'd it with &s;weete Myrrhe:</L>
<L>O how my bloud's in&s;pired and doth ta&s;te,</L>
<L>An alteration in my ioynts to &s;tirre,</L>
<L>As if the good did with the bad conferre:</L>
<L>The ayre doth moue my Spirites, purge my Sence,</L>
<L>And in my body doth new warre commence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Looke round about, behold you fruitfull Plaine,</L>
<L>Behold their meadow plots and pa&s;ture ground,</L>
<L>Behold their chry&s;tall Riuers runne amaine,</L>
<L>Into the va&s;te huge Seas deuouring &s;ound,</L>
<L>And in her bowels all her filth is found:</L>
<L>It vomiteth by vertue all corruption,</L>
<L>Into that watrie plaine of de&s;olation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And while the day giues light vnto our eies,</L>
<L>Be thou attentiue, and I will relate,</L>
<L>The glorie of the plaines that thou de&s;cri'&s;t,</L>
<L>Who&s;e fertill bounds farre doth extenuate,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Mars</HI> and <HI>Venus</HI> arme in arme haue &s;ate:</L>
<L>Of plants of hearbs, and of high &s;pringing trees,</L>
<L>Of &s;weete delicious &s;auors, and of Bees.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In this delight&s;ome countrey there doth grow,</L>
<PB N="82" REF="45">
<L>The <HI>Mandrake</HI> cald in <HI>Greeke Mandragora<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI></L>
<L>Some of his vertues if you looke to know,</L>
<L>The iuyce that fre&s;hly from the roote doth pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Purgeth all fleame like blacke <HI>Helleborus:</HI></L>
<L>Tis good for paine engendred in the eies;</L>
<L>By wine made of the roote doth &s;leepe ari&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Yellow Crowbels</HI> and the <HI>Daphadill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Good Harry, herbe Robert,</HI> and white <HI>Cotula,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Adders gra&s;&s;e, Eglantine,</HI> and <HI>Aphodill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Agnus Castus,</HI> and <HI>Acatia,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Blacke Arke-angell, Coloquintida,</HI></L>
<L>Sweete <HI>Sugar Canes, Sinkefoile</HI> and boies <HI>Mercurie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Goo&s;efoote, Gold&s;nap,</HI> and good <HI>Gratia Dei.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Mo&s;&s;e of the Sea,</HI> and <HI>yellow Succorie,</HI></L>
<L>Sweete <HI>Trefoile, Weedwind,</HI> the whole&s;ome <HI>Wormewood,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Muskmealons, Mou&s;taile,</HI> and <HI>Mercurie,</HI></L>
<L>The dead <HI>Arkeangell</HI> that for wennes is good,</L>
<L>The <HI>Souldiers perrow,</HI> and great <HI>Southernewood:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Stone hearts tongue, Ble&s;&s;ed thi&s;tle,</HI> and <HI>Sea Trifoly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Ladies cu&s;hion,</HI> and <HI>Spaines Pellitorie.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>No doubt this Clymate where as the&s;e remaine,</L>
<L>The women and the men are fam'd for faire,</L>
<L>Here neede they not of aches to complaine,</L>
<L>For Phi&s;ickes skill growes here without compare:</L>
<L>All herbes and plants within this Region are,</L>
<L>But by the way &s;weete <HI>Nature</HI> as you go,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Agnus Ca&s;tus</HI> &s;peake a word or two.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="83" REF="45">
<SPEAKER>Nature&punc;</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>That &s;hall I briefly; it is the very handmaid</L>
<L>To <HI>&V;e&s;ta,</HI> or to perfect Cha&s;titie,</L>
<L>The hot inflamed &s;pirite is allaid</L>
<L>By this &s;weete herbe that bends to <HI>Luxury,</HI></L>
<L>It drieth vp the &s;eede of <HI>Venerie:</HI></L>
<L>The leaues being laid vpon the &s;leepers bed,</L>
<L>With cha&s;tne&s;&s;e, cleanne&s;&s;e, purene&s;&s;e he is fed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Burne me the leaues, and &s;traw then on the ground,</L>
<L>Whereas foule venemous Serpents v&s;e to haunt:</L>
<L>And by this vertue here they are not &s;ound,</L>
<L>Their operation doth &s;uch creatures daunt,</L>
<L>It cau&s;eth them from thence for to auaunt:</L>
<L>If thou be &s;tung with Serpents great or le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Drinke but the &s;eede, and thou &s;halt find redre&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But to proceed, heres <HI>Clary</HI> or <HI>Cleare-eie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Calues &s;nout, Cukoe flowers,</HI> and the <HI>Cuckoes meate,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Calathian Violets, Dand<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">lion,</HI> and the <HI>Dewberrie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Leopards foote,</HI> and greene <HI>Spinage</HI> which we v&s;e to eate,</L>
<L>And the hot <HI>Indian Sunne</HI> procuring heate:</L>
<L>Great wild <HI>Valerian,</HI> and the <HI>Withie wind,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>water Cre&s;&s;es,</HI> or ague-curing <HI>Woodbind.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's <HI>Foxgloue, Forget me not,</HI> and <HI>Coliander,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Galingal, Goldcups,</HI> and <HI>Bupre&s;tis,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Small hone&s;ties, Eye-bright,</HI> and <HI>Coculus-Panter,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Double tongue, Moly,</HI> and the bright <HI>Anthillis,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Smelling Clauer,</HI> and <HI>Aethiopis:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Floramore, Euphorbium,</HI> and <HI>E&s;ula,</HI></L>
<L><HI>White Bulbus violet,</HI> and <HI>Ca&s;&s;ia fi&s;tula.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="84" REF="46">
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>But by the way &s;weete <HI>Nature</HI> tell me this,</L>
<L>Is this the <HI>Moly</HI> that is excellent,</L>
<L>For &s;trong enchauntments and the Adders hi&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>Is this the <HI>Moly</HI> that <HI>Mercurius</HI> &s;ent</L>
<L>To wi&s;e <HI>Vly&s;&s;es,</HI> when he did preuent</L>
<L>The witchcraft, and foule <HI>Circes</HI> damned charmes,</L>
<L>That would haue compa&s;t him with twentie harmes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>This is the <HI>Moly</HI> growing in this land,</L>
<L>That was reueal'd by cunning <HI>Mercurie</HI></L>
<L>To great <HI>Vly&s;&s;es,</HI> making him with&s;tand</L>
<L>The hand of <HI>Circes</HI> fatall &s;orcerie,</L>
<L>That would haue loden him with mi&s;erie:</L>
<L>And ere we pa&s;&s;e Ile &s;hew &s;ome excellence,</L>
<L>Of other hearbs in <HI>Phi&s;ickes</HI> noble Science.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There <HI>Mugwort, Sena</HI> and <HI>Tithimailes,</HI></L>
<L>Oke of <HI>Ieru&s;alem,</HI> and <HI>Lyryconfaucie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Larkes &s;purre, Larkes claw</HI> and <HI>Lentiles,</HI></L>
<L>Garden <HI>Nigella, Mill,</HI> and <HI>Pionie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Woody Night&s;hade, Mints,</HI> and <HI>Sentorie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sowbread, Dragons,</HI> and <HI>Goates oregan,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pelemeum, Hellebore,</HI> and <HI>O&s;mond</HI> the <HI>Waterman,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fir&s;t of this <HI>Mugwort</HI> it did take the name,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Arteme&s;ia</HI> wife to <HI>Mau&s;oleus,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;unne-bred beautie did his heart inflame,</L>
<L>When &s;he was Queene of <HI>Helicarna&s;&s;us,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Diana</HI> gaue the herbe this name to vs:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e this vertue to vs it hath lent,</L>
<L>For womens matters it is excellent&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="85" REF="46">
<L>And he that &s;hall this herbe about him beare,</L>
<L>Is freed from hurt or daunger any way,</L>
<L>No poi&s;ned Toade no<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Serpent &s;hall him feare,</L>
<L>As he doth trauell in the Sunne-&s;hine day,</L>
<L>No wearine&s;&s;e his limmes &s;hall ought a&s;&s;ay:</L>
<L>And if <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e weare this <HI>Mugwort</HI> at his brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Being trauelling, he nere &s;hall couet re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is blacke <HI>Hellebore</HI> cald <HI>Melampodium,</HI></L>
<L>Becau&s;e an <HI>Arcadian</HI> &s;hepheard fir&s;t did find</L>
<L>This whol&s;ome herbe <HI>Melampus</HI> nam'd of &s;ome,</L>
<L>Which the rich <HI>Proetus</HI> daughters wits did bind,</L>
<L>When &s;he to extreame madne&s;&s;e was inclind:</L>
<L>It cured and reuiu'd her memorie,</L>
<L>That was po&s;&s;e&s;t with a continuall frenzie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There Centrie in Greeke <HI>Centaurion,</HI></L>
<L>That from the Centaure <HI>Chiron</HI> tooke the name,</L>
<L>In <HI>Spaine</HI> t'was cald <HI>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ntoria</HI> long agone,</L>
<L>And this much honor mu&s;t we giue the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Wild Tygers with the leaues a man may tame:</L>
<L>Tis good for fiue we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">ches, and giues light</L>
<L>To the blacke mi&s;tie dimne&s;&s;e of the fight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fames golden glorie &s;preadeth this report,</L>
<L>Vpon a day that <HI>Chiron</HI> was a gue&s;t,</L>
<L>To arme-&s;trong <HI>Hercules,</HI> and did re&s;ort</L>
<L>Vnto his hou&s;e to a mo&s;t &s;umptuous fea&s;t,</L>
<L>And welcome&punc; was the <HI>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">e</HI> mong&s;t the re&s;t.</L>
<L>But &s;ee his lucke, be on his foote let fall,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Hercul's</HI> &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">aft, and hurt him&s;elfe withall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="86" REF="47">
<L>A mightie arrow not for him to weeld,</L>
<L>The wound being deepe, and with a venom'd point,</L>
<L>To Deaths are&s;tment he began to yeeld,</L>
<L>And there with &s;undrie Balmes they did annoint,</L>
<L>His wounded foote being &s;trucken through the ioynt:</L>
<L>All would not &s;erue till that an old man brought,</L>
<L>This <HI>Centaurie</HI> that ea&s;e to him hath wrought,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's <HI>O&s;mond balepate, Plebane,</HI> and <HI>Oculus Christi,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sleeping night&s;hade, Salomons &s;eale,</HI> and <HI>Sampire,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sage of Ieru&s;alem,</HI> and &s;weete <HI>Ro&s;emarie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Great Pilo&s;ella, Sengreene,</HI> and <HI>Alexander,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Knights Milfoile, Ma&s;ticke,</HI> and <HI>Stocke gillofer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hearts ea&s;e, herbe twopence,</HI> and <HI>Hermodactill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Narci&s;&s;us,</HI> and the red flower <HI>Pimpernell.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>That word <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> is of force to &s;teale,</L>
<L>Cold running water from a &s;tony rocke:</L>
<L>Alas poore boy thy beautie could not heale</L>
<L>The wound that thou thy &s;elfe too deepe did&s;t looke;</L>
<L>Thy &s;hadowed eyes thy perfect eyes did mocke.</L>
<L>Fal&s;e beautie fed true beautie from the deepe,</L>
<L>When in the gla&s;&s;ie water thou did&s;t peepe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O Loue thou art imperious full of might,</L>
<L>And do&s;t reuenge the crie di&s;daining louer</L>
<L>His lookes to Ladies eyes did giue a light,</L>
<L>But pride of beautie, did his beautie &s;mother,</L>
<L>Like him for faire you could not find another:</L>
<L>Ah had he lou'd, and not on Ladies lower,</L>
<L>He neare had bene transformed to a flower.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="87" REF="47">
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>This is an Embleame for tho&s;e painted faces,</L>
<L>Where deuine beautie re&s;ts her for a while,</L>
<L>Filling their browes with &s;tormes and great di&s;graces,</L>
<L>That on the pained &s;oule yeelds not a &s;mile,</L>
<L>But puts true loue into perpetuall exile:</L>
<L>Hard hearted Soule, &s;uch fortune light on thee,</L>
<L>That thou mai&s;t be tranform'd as well as he.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah had the boy bene pliable to be wonne,</L>
<L>And not abu&s;de his morne excelling face,</L>
<L>He might haue liu'd as beauteous as the Sunne,</L>
<L>And to his beautie Ladies would giue place,</L>
<L>But O proud Boy, thou wrought&s;t thine owne di&s;grace:</L>
<L>Thou lou'&s;t thy &s;elfe, and by the &s;elfe &s;ame loue,</L>
<L>Did'&s;t thy deuine&s;&s;e to a flower remoue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But to proceed, there's <HI>Chri&s;ti oculus,</HI></L>
<L>The &s;eede of this <HI>Horminum</HI> drunke with wine,</L>
<L>Doth &s;tirre a procurations heate in vs,</L>
<L>And to Libidenous lu&s;ts makes men incline,</L>
<L>And mens vnable bodies doth refine:</L>
<L>It brings increa&s;e by operation,</L>
<L>And multiplies our generation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's <HI>Carrets, Cheruile,</HI> and the <HI>Cucumer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Red Patiens, Pur&s;lane,</HI> and <HI>Gingidium,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oxe eie,</HI> &s;heepe killing <HI>Penygra&s;&s;es,</HI> and the golden flower</L>
<L><HI>Cuckoepintell,</HI> our <HI>Ladies &s;eale,</HI> and <HI>Sagapinum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Theophra&s;tus violet,</HI> and <HI>Vincetoxicum:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Saint Peters wort,</HI> and louely <HI>Venus haire,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Squilla,</HI> that keepes men from foule de&s;paire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="88" REF="48">
<L>O this word <HI>Carrets,</HI> if a number knew</L>
<L>The vertue of thy rare excelling roote,</L>
<L>And what good help to men there doth en&s;ue,</L>
<L>They would their lands, and their liues &s;ell to boote,</L>
<L>But thy &s;weete operation they would view:</L>
<L>Sad dreaming Louers &s;lumbring in the night,</L>
<L>Would in thy honie working take delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Thracian Orpheus</HI> who&s;e admired skill</L>
<L>Infern<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">l <HI>Pluto</HI> once hath raui&s;hed,</L>
<L>Cau&s;ing high Trees to daunce again&s;t their will,</L>
<L>And vntam'd Bea&s;t with Mu&s;icks Harpe hath fed,</L>
<L>And Fi&s;hes to the &s;hore hath often led,</L>
<L>By his experience oftentimes did proue,</L>
<L>This Roote procur'd in Maides a perfect loue&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Pur&s;lane</HI> doth comfort the inflamed hart,</L>
<L>And healeth the exulcerated kidnies:</L>
<L>It &s;toppeth all defluxions falling &s;mart,</L>
<L>And when we &s;leepe expelleth dreames and fancies:</L>
<L>It driues Imaginations from our eyes,</L>
<L>The iuyce of <HI>Pur&s;lane</HI> hindreth that de&s;ire,</L>
<L>When men to <HI>&V;enus</HI> games would faine a&s;pire&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Rocket, Iacke by the hedge,</HI> and <HI>Loue in idlene&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Knights water Sengreene,</HI> and <HI>Siluer maidenheare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Paris Nauews, Torne&s;ol,</HI> and towne <HI>Cre&s;&s;es,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Starre thi&s;tle</HI> that for many things is deare,</L>
<L>And <HI>Seia</HI> that in <HI>Italy</HI> Corne doth beare:</L>
<L><HI>Wake-robbins, Hyacinth,</HI> and <HI>Hartichocke,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Letuce,</HI> that mens &s;ence a&s;leepe doth rocke.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="89" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O poore boy <HI>Hyacinthus</HI> thy faire face</L>
<L>Of which <HI>Apollo</HI> was enamored,</L>
<L>Brought thy lifes Lord too timely to that place,</L>
<L>Where playing with thee thou wa&s;t murdered,</L>
<L>And with thy bloud the gra&s;&s;e was &s;princkled:</L>
<L>Thy bodie was transformed in that hower,</L>
<L>Into a red white mingled Gilli-flower.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>But yet <HI>Apollo</HI> wept when he was &s;laine,</L>
<L>For playing with him, cleane again&s;t his will</L>
<L>He made him breathle&s;&s;e, this procur'd his paine:</L>
<L>True loue doth &s;eldome &s;eeke true loue to kill;</L>
<L>O Loue thou many actions do&s;t fulfill!</L>
<L>Search, &s;eek, &amp; learn what things there may be &s;hown,</L>
<L>Then &s;ay that Loues &s;weet &s;ecrets are vnknowne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as a token of <HI>Apolloes</HI> &s;orrow,</L>
<L>A &s;iluer coloured Lillie did appeare,</L>
<L>The leaues his perfect &s;ighes and teares did borrow,</L>
<L>Which haue continued &s;till from yeare to yeare;</L>
<L>Which &s;hewes him louing, not to be &s;euere,</L>
<L>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span"> is written as a mourning Dittie,</L>
<L>Vpon this flower which &s;hewes <HI>Apolloes</HI> pittie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O Schoole-boyes I will teach you &s;uch a &s;hift,</L>
<L>As will be worth a Kingdome when you know it,</L>
<L>An herbe that hath a &s;ecret hidden drift,</L>
<L>To none but Treauants do I meane to &s;how it,</L>
<L>And all deepe read Phi&s;itions will allow it:</L>
<L>O how you play the wags, and faine would heare</L>
<L>Some &s;ecret matter to allay your feare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="90" REF="49">
<L>Theres garden <HI>Rocket,</HI> take me but the &s;eed,</L>
<L>When in your Mai&s;ters brow your faults remaine,</L>
<L>And when to &s;aue your &s;elues there is great need,</L>
<L>Being whipt or beaten you &s;hall feele no paine,</L>
<L>Although the bloud your buttocks &s;eeme to &s;taine:</L>
<L>It hardneth &s;o the fle&s;h and tender skin,</L>
<L>That what is &s;eene without comes not within.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Father that de&s;ires to haue a boy,</L>
<L>That may be Heire vnto his land and liuing,</L>
<L>Let his e&s;pou&s;ed Loue drinke day by day,</L>
<L>Good <HI>Artichocks,</HI> who buds in Augu&s;t bring,</L>
<L>Sod in cleare running water of the &s;pring;</L>
<L>Wiues naturall Conception it doth &s;trengthen,</L>
<L>And their declining life by force doth lengthen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Sommer time, when &s;luggi&s;h idlene&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Doth haunt the bodie of a healthfull man,</L>
<L>In Winter time when a cold heauie &s;lowne&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Doth tame a womans &s;trength, do what &s;he can,</L>
<L>Making her looke both bloudle&s;&s;e, pale and wan,</L>
<L>The vertue of this <HI>Artichocke</HI> is &s;uch,</L>
<L>It &s;tirres them vp to labour verie much.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Sowbread, Stanwort,</HI> and <HI>Starre of Hieru&s;alem,</HI></L>
<L>Ba&s;e or flat <HI>Veruine,</HI> and the whole&s;ome <HI>Tan&s;ie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Go to bed at noone,</HI> and <HI>Titimalem,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hundred headed thi&s;tle,</HI> and tree-cla&s;ping <HI>Iuie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Storks bill,</HI> great <HI>Stonecrop,</HI> and &s;eed of <HI>Canary,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dwarfe gentian, Snakeweed</HI> and &s;ommer <HI>Sauory,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Bell rags, prickly Boxe,</HI> and <HI>Ra&s;pis of Couentry.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="91" REF="49">
<L>This <HI>Sowbread</HI> is an herbe that's perillous,</L>
<L>For how&s;oeuer this &s;ame Roote be v&s;ed,</L>
<L>For women growne with child tis dangerous,</L>
<L>And therefore it is good to be refu&s;ed:</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e too much they &s;eeke to be mi&s;u&s;ed,</L>
<L>O haue a care how this you do apply,</L>
<L>Either in inward things or outwardly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e that about them carrie this &s;ame <HI>Sowbread,</HI></L>
<L>Or plant it in their gardens in the Spring,</L>
<L>If that they onely ouer it do tread,</L>
<L>Twill kill the i&s;&s;ue they about them bring,</L>
<L>When Mother <HI>Lullabie</HI> with ioy &s;hould &s;ing:</L>
<L>Yet wanton &s;caping Maides perhaps will ta&s;t,</L>
<L>This vnkind herbe, and &s;natch it vp in ha&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet let me giue a warning to you all,</L>
<L>Do not pre&s;ume too much in dalliance,</L>
<L>Be not &s;hort-heeld with euery wind to fall:</L>
<L>The Eye of heauen perhaps will not di&s;pence</L>
<L>With your ra&s;h fault, but plague your fowle offence,</L>
<L>And take away the working and the vertue,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e to him you broke your promis'd dutie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Iuie,</HI> that doth cling about the tree,</L>
<L>And with her leauie armes doth round embrace</L>
<L>The rotten hollow withered trunke we &s;ee,</L>
<L>That from the maiden <HI>Ci&s;&s;us</HI> tooke that place,</L>
<L>Grape-crowned <HI>Bacchus</HI> did this damzell grace:</L>
<L>Loue-piercing windowes dazeled &s;o her eye,</L>
<L>That in Loues ouer-kindne&s;&s;e &s;he did dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="92" REF="50">
<L>A rich-wrought &s;umptuous Banquet was prepared,</L>
<L>Vnto the which the Gods were all inuited:</L>
<L>Among&s;t them all this <HI>Ci&s;&s;us</HI> was in&s;nared,</L>
<L>And in the &s;ight of <HI>Bacchus</HI> much delighted:</L>
<L>In her faire bo&s;ome was true Loue vnited,</L>
<L>She daunc't and often ki&s;t him with &s;uch mirth,</L>
<L>That &s;udden ioy did &s;top her vitall breath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A&s;&s;oone as that the Nouri&s;her of things,</L>
<L>Our Grandam Earth had ta&s;ted of her bloud,</L>
<L>From foorth her bodie a fre&s;h Plant there &s;prings,</L>
<L>And then an Iuy-climing Herbe there &s;tood,</L>
<L>That for the fluxe Di&s;&s;enterie is good:</L>
<L>For the remembrance of the God of wine,</L>
<L>It therefore alwaies cla&s;pes about the Vine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is <HI>Angellica</HI> or <HI>Dwarfe Gentian,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e roote being dride in the hot &s;hining Sunne,</L>
<L>From death it doth pre&s;erue the poy&s;oned man,</L>
<L>Who&s;e extreame torment makes his life halfe gone,</L>
<L>That from deaths mixed potion could not &s;hunne:</L>
<L>No Pe&s;tilence nor no infectious aire,</L>
<L>Shall do him hurt, or cau&s;e him to di&s;paire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Carduus benedictus</HI> cald the <HI>Ble&s;&s;ed thi&s;tle,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ne&s;wort, Peniroyall, and A&s;trolochia,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yellow Wolfs-bane,</HI> and Ro&s;e-&s;melling <HI>Bramble,</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Ladies Bed&s;traw, Brookelime,</HI> and <HI>Lunaria,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cinque foile, Cats taile,</HI> and <HI>Cre&s;&s;e Sciatica,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hollihockes, Mou&s;eare,</HI> and <HI>Pety Morrell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sage, Scorpiades,</HI> and the garden <HI>Sorrell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="93" REF="50">
<L>Fir&s;t of the <HI>Ne&s;ewort,</HI> it doth driue away,</L>
<L>And poy&s;oneth trouble&s;ome Mice and long-tail'd Rats,</L>
<L>And being &s;od in milke, it doth de&s;troy</L>
<L>Bees, Wa&s;pes, or Flies, and litle &s;tinging Gnats:</L>
<L>It killeth Dogs, and re&s;t di&s;turbing Cats,</L>
<L>Boyled with vineger it doth a&s;&s;wage</L>
<L>The ach proceeding from the tooths hot rage.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sage</HI> is an herbe for health pre&s;eruatiue,</L>
<L>It doth expell from women barrenne&s;&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>Aetius</HI> &s;aith, it makes the child to liue,</L>
<L>Who&s;e new-knit ioynts are full of feeblene&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And comforteth the mothers wearine&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Adding a liuely &s;pirit, that doth good</L>
<L>Vnto the painefull labouring wiues &s;icke bloud.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Egypt</HI> when a great mortalitie,</L>
<L>And killing Pe&s;tilence did infect the Land,</L>
<L>Making the people die innumerablie,</L>
<L>The plague being cea&s;t, the women out of hand</L>
<L>Did drinke of iuyce of <HI>Sage</HI> continually,</L>
<L>That made them to increa&s;e and multiply,</L>
<L>And bring foorth &s;tore of children pre&s;ently.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This herbe <HI>Lunaria,</HI> if a hor&s;e do gra&s;e</L>
<L>Within a medow where the &s;ame doth grow,</L>
<L>And ouer it doth come with gentle pace,</L>
<L>Hauing a hor&s;locke at his foote below,</L>
<L>As many haue, that &s;auegard we do know,</L>
<L>It openeth the Locke, and makes it fall,</L>
<L>De&s;pight the barre that it is lockt withall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="94" REF="51">
<L>There's <HI>Standergras, Hares ballockes,</HI> or great <HI>Orchis,</HI></L>
<L>Prouoketh <HI>&V;enus,</HI> and procureth &s;port,</L>
<L>It helpes the weakned body that's ami&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And fals away in a con&s;umptuous &s;ort,</L>
<L>It heales the <HI>Hectique</HI> feauer by report:</L>
<L>But the dried &s;hriueld roote being withered,</L>
<L>Hindreth the vertue we haue vttered.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If Man of the great &s;pringing rootes doth eate,</L>
<L>Being in matrimoniall copulation,</L>
<L>Male <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hildren of his wife he &s;hall beget,</L>
<L>This &s;peciall vertue hath the operation,</L>
<L>If Women make the withered rootes their meate,</L>
<L>Faire louely Daughters, affable, and wi&s;e,</L>
<L>From their fre&s;h &s;pringing loines there &s;hall ari&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Ro&s;emarie,</HI> the <HI>Arabians</HI> iu&s;tifie,</L>
<L>(<HI>Phi&s;itions</HI> of exceeding perfect skill,)</L>
<L>It comforteth the braine and Memorie,</L>
<L>And to the inward &s;ence giues &s;trength at will,</L>
<L>The head with noble knowledge it doth fill.</L>
<L>Con&s;crues thereof re&s;tores the &s;peech being lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And makes a perfect Tongue with little co&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Dwale or Night&s;hade,</HI> tis a fatall plant&punc;</L>
<L>It bringeth men into a deadly &s;leepe,</L>
<L>Then Rage and Anger doth their &s;en&s;es haunt,</L>
<L>And like mad <HI>Aiax</HI> they a coile do keepe,</L>
<L>Till leane-fac'd Death into their heart doth creepe,</L>
<L>In <HI>Almaine</HI> graue experience hath vs tought,</L>
<L>This wicked herbe for manie things is nought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="95" REF="51">
<L><HI>Oke</HI> of <HI>Ieru&s;alem</HI> being throughly dried,</L>
<L>And laid in pre&s;&s;es where your clothes do lie,</L>
<L>No Mothes or venome mong&s;t them &s;hall abide,</L>
<L>It makes them &s;mell &s;o odoriferou&s;ly,</L>
<L>That it doth kill them all immediately:</L>
<L>It helpes the brea&s;t that's &s;topped with corruption,</L>
<L>And giues mans breath fit operation.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ble&s;t be our mother Earth that nouri&s;heth,</L>
<L>In her rich womb the &s;eede of Times increa&s;e,</L>
<L>And by her vertue all things flouri&s;heth,</L>
<L>When from her bo&s;ome &s;he doth them relea&s;e,</L>
<L>But are their Plants and Trees in this faire Ile,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Floras</HI> &s;weete &s;pread garden &s;eemes to &s;mile?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Natur<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>As plentifull vnto the&s;e <HI>Ilanders,</HI></L>
<L>Are the fruit-bearing Trees, as be the Flowers:</L>
<L>And to the chiefe&s;t Lords that are commanders,</L>
<L>They &s;erue as plea&s;ant ouer&punc; &s;hading bowers,</L>
<L>To banquet in the day, and &s;port being late,</L>
<L>And mo&s;t of them I meane to nominate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ther's the great &s;turdie <HI>Oke</HI> and &s;preading <HI>Vine,</HI></L>
<L>Vnder who&s;e branches <HI>Bacchus</HI> v&s;d' to &s;leepe,</L>
<L>The <HI>Ro&s;e-tree</HI> and the loftie bearing <HI>Pine,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;eemes (being toucht with wind) full oft to weepe,</L>
<L>The <HI>Hawthorne, Chri&s;ts-thorne</HI> and the <HI>Ro&s;emary,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Tamariske, Willow,</HI> and the <HI>Almond-tree.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mo&s;t cha&s;t tree, that Cha&s;tne&s;&s;e doth betoken,</L>
<L>The <HI>Hollyh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">lme,</HI> the <HI>Corke</HI> and <HI>Goo&s;eberrie,</HI></L>
<PB N="96" REF="52">
<L>That neuer with tempe&s;tuous &s;tormes is &s;hooken,</L>
<L>The <HI>Oliue, Philbert,</HI> and the <HI>Barberie,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Ma&s;ticke</HI> tree who&s;e liquid gumme being dride&punc;</L>
<L>Is good for them that Rheume hath terrified.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>Iudas</HI> tree, &s;o cal'd becau&s;e that <HI>Iew,</HI></L>
<L>That did betray the innocent Lambe of God,</L>
<L>There fir&s;t of all his &s;orrowes to renew,</L>
<L>Did hang him&s;elfe, plagu'd with a heauy rod,</L>
<L>A iu&s;t reward for &s;uch an vniu&s;t &s;laue,</L>
<L>That would betray his Mai&s;ter to the graue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theres <HI>A&s;h-tree, Maple,</HI> and the <HI>Sycamore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pomegranate, Apricockes</HI> and <HI>Iunipere:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Turpentine</HI> that &s;weet iuyce doth deplore,</L>
<L>The <HI>Quince,</HI> the <HI>Peare-tree,</HI> and the young mans <HI>Medlar,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Fig-tree, Orenge,</HI> and the &s;weet moi&s;t <HI>Lemmon,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Nutmeg, Plum-tree,</HI> and the louely <HI>Cytron.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now for the <HI>Mirtle</HI> tree, it beares the name,</L>
<L>Being once the gods <HI>Pallas</HI> be&s;t beloued,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Mer&s;in</HI> the young faire <HI>Athenian</HI> Dame,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e in actiuene&s;&s;e &s;he much excelled:</L>
<L>The lu&s;tie young men of <HI>Athenia,</HI></L>
<L>She &s;till was honour'd of the wi&s;e <HI>Minerua.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who willing her at Tilt and Tournament,</L>
<L>At running, vaulting, and Actiuitie,</L>
<L>And other exerci&s;e of gouernement,</L>
<L>Not to be ab&s;ent from her Deitie:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e that &s;he as Iudge might giue the Crowne,</L>
<PB N="97" REF="52">
<L>And garland to the Victors great renowne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But no forepa&s;&s;ed age was free from <HI>Enuie,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;pitefull honor-crazing enemy:</L>
<L>For on a time giuing the equall glorie</L>
<L>To him that wan it mo&s;t de&s;eruedly,</L>
<L>The vanqui&s;her in furie much di&s;plea&s;ed,</L>
<L>Slue <HI>Mer&s;in</HI> whom the Godde&s;&s;e fauored.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Pallas</HI> offended with their crueltie,</L>
<L>Did gratefully reuenge her Maidens death,</L>
<L>Transforming her into a Mirtle tree,</L>
<L>Sweetly to flouri&s;h in the lower earth:</L>
<L>The berries are a meanes for to redre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>(Being decocted) &s;wolne-fac'd Drunkenne&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;tormie Winters greene remaining <HI>Bay</HI></L>
<L>Was <HI>Daphne, Ladon</HI> and the Earths faire daughter,</L>
<L>Whom wi&s;e <HI>Apollo</HI> haunted in the day,</L>
<L>Till at the length by chaunce alas he caught her:</L>
<L>O if &s;uch faults were in the Gods aboue,</L>
<L>Blame not poore &s;illy men if they do loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;he not able (almo&s;t out of breath)</L>
<L>For to re&s;i&s;t the wi&s;e Gods humble &s;ute,</L>
<L>Made her petition to her mother Earth,</L>
<L>That &s;he would &s;uccour her, and make her mute:</L>
<L>The Earth being glad to ea&s;e her mi&s;erie,</L>
<L>Did &s;wallow her, and turn'd her to a Bay tree&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> being amazed at this &s;ight,</L>
<PB N="98" REF="53">
<L>Named it <HI>Daphne</HI> for his <HI>Daphnes</HI> honour,</L>
<L>Twi&s;ting a Garland to his hearts delight,</L>
<L>And on his head did weare it as a fauour:</L>
<L>And to this day the Bay trees memorie,</L>
<L>Remaines as token of true Prophe&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some of the heathen, men of opinion,</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e the greene-leau'd Bay tree can re&s;i&s;t</L>
<L>Inchauntments, &s;pirites, and illu&s;ion,</L>
<L>And make them &s;eeme as &s;hadowes in a mi&s;t,</L>
<L>This tree is dedicate onely to the Sunne,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e her vertue from his vice begonne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Mo&s;e</HI> tree hath &s;uch great large &s;preading leaues,</L>
<L>That you may wrap a child of twelue months old</L>
<L>In one of them, vnle&s;&s;e the truth deceaues,</L>
<L>For &s;o our <HI>Herbori&s;ts</HI> haue truly told:</L>
<L>By that great Citie <HI>Aleph</HI> in <HI>A&s;&s;yria,</HI></L>
<L>This tree was found hard by <HI>Venetia.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The fruite hereof (the <HI>Greekes</HI> and <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI>)</L>
<L>That do remaine in that large-&s;preading Citie,</L>
<L>The misbeleeuing <HI>Iewes</HI> and <HI>Per&s;ians,</HI></L>
<L>Hold this opinion for a certaintie:</L>
<L><HI>Adam</HI> did eate in liuely Paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>That wrapt mans free-borne &s;oules in mi&s;eries.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e trees, the&s;e plants, and this de&s;cription,</L>
<L>Of their &s;weete liquid gums that are di&s;tilling,</L>
<L>Are to be held in e&s;timation,</L>
<L>For faire-fac'd <HI>Tellus</HI> glorie is excelling:</L>
<PB N="99" REF="53">
<L>But what white &s;iluer'd rich re&s;embling plaine,</L>
<L>Is that where wooddie moouing trees remaine?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>That is the watry kingdome of <HI>Neptunus,</HI></L>
<L>Where his high wood-made Towers dayly flote,</L>
<L>Bearing the title of <HI>Oceanus,</HI></L>
<L>As hony-&s;peaking Poets oft do quote:</L>
<L>And as the branches &s;preading from the tree,</L>
<L>So do the Riuers grace this louely Countrie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherein is bread for mans &s;weete nouri&s;hment,</L>
<L>Fi&s;hes of &s;undrie &s;orts and diuer&s;e natures,</L>
<L>That the inhabitants doth much content,</L>
<L>As a relieuement to all mortall creatures,</L>
<L>But for to make you perfect what they be,</L>
<L>I will relate them to you orderly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There &s;wimmes the gentle <HI>Prawne</HI> and <HI>Pickerell&punc;</HI></L>
<L>A great deuourer of &s;mall little fi&s;h,</L>
<L>The <HI>Puffin, Sole,</HI> and Sommer louing <HI>Mackrell,</HI></L>
<L>In &s;ea&s;on held for a high Ladies di&s;h:</L>
<L>The bigge bon'd <HI>Whale,</HI> of whom the skilfull Marriner,</L>
<L>Sometimes God knowes &s;tands in a mightie terrour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mu&s;icke-louing <HI>Dolphin</HI> here doth &s;wimme,</L>
<L>That brought <HI>Arion</HI> on his backe to &s;hore,</L>
<L>And &s;tayd a long while at the Seas deepe brimme,</L>
<L>To heare him play, in nature did deplore,</L>
<L>As being loth to leaue him, but at la&s;t</L>
<L>Headlong him&s;elfe into the Sea he ca&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="100" REF="54">
<L>Here &s;wimmes the <HI>Ray,</HI> the <HI>Sea-calfe</HI> and the <HI>Porpoi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That doth betoken raine or &s;tormes of weather,</L>
<L>The <HI>Sea-hor&s;e, Sea-hound,</HI> and the wide-mouth'd <HI>Plaice,</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Spitchcoke, Stocke-fi&s;h,</HI> and the litle <HI>Pilcher,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e onely moi&s;ture pre&s;t by cunning Art,</L>
<L>Is good for tho&s;e troubled with Aches &s;mart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here &s;wimmes the <HI>Shad,</HI> the <HI>Spitfi&s;h,</HI> and the <HI>Spurling,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Thornebacke, Turbut,</HI> and the <HI>Perewincle,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Twine,</HI> the <HI>Trout,</HI> the <HI>Scallop</HI> and the <HI>Whiting,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Scate,</HI> the <HI>Roch,</HI> the <HI>Tench</HI> and pretie <HI>Wrincle:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Purple-fi&s;h,</HI> who&s;e liquor v&s;ually,</L>
<L>A violet colour on the cloth doth die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here &s;wimmes the <HI>Pearch,</HI> the <HI>Cuttle</HI> and the <HI>Stocke-fi&s;h,</HI></L>
<L>That with a wooden &s;taffe is often beaten,</L>
<L>The <HI>Crab,</HI> the <HI>Pearch,</HI> which poore men alwayes wi&s;h,</L>
<L>The <HI>Ruffe,</HI> the <HI>Piper</HI> good for to be eaten:</L>
<L>The <HI>Barbell</HI> that three times in euery yeare,</L>
<L>Her naturall young ones to the waues doth beare.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>His great deuine Omnipotence is mightie,</L>
<L>That rides vpon the Heauens axeltree,</L>
<L>That by increa&s;e among&s;t vs &s;ends &s;uch plentie,</L>
<L>If to his Mightine&s;&s;e gratefull we will be:</L>
<L>But &s;tubburne necked <HI>Iewes</HI> do him prouoke,</L>
<L>Till he do loade them with a heauie yoke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Truth haue you &s;aid; but I will here expre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>The riche&s;&s;e of the Earths hid &s;ecrecie,</L>
<L>The &s;alt Seas vn&s;eene, vnknowne worthine&s;&s;e,</L>
<PB N="101" REF="54">
<L>That yeelds vs precious &s;tones innumerably,</L>
<L>The ratene&s;&s;e of their vertue fit for Kings,</L>
<L>And &s;uch this countrie climate often brings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Herein is found the <HI>Amati&s;t,</HI> and <HI>Abe&s;tone,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Topaze, Turches,</HI> and <HI>Gelatia,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Adamant, Dioni&s;e,</HI> and <HI>Calcedon,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Berill, Marble,</HI> and <HI>Elutropia,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Ruby, Saphire,</HI> and <HI>A&s;terites,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Iacinth, Sardonix,</HI> and <HI>Argirites.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Smaragd, Carbuncle,</HI> and <HI>Alabla&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cornellis, Cru&s;opa&s;&s;e,</HI> and <HI>Corrall:</HI></L>
<L>The &s;parkling <HI>Diamond,</HI> and the louely <HI>Ia&s;per,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Margarite, Lode&s;tone,</HI> and the bright-ey'd <HI>Chry&s;tall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ligurius, Onix, Nitrum,</HI> and <HI>Gagates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ab&s;i&s;tos, Amatites,</HI> and the good <HI>Achates.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here in this Iland are there mines of <HI>Gold,</HI></L>
<L>Mines of <HI>Siluer, Iron, Tinne</HI> and <HI>Lead,</HI></L>
<L>That by the labouring workman we behold:</L>
<L>And mines of <HI>Bra&s;&s;e,</HI> that in the Earth is fed,</L>
<L>The &s;tone <HI>Lipparia, Galactites,</HI> and <HI>Panteron,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Enidros, Iris, Dracontites,</HI> and <HI>A&s;trion.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Adamant,</HI> a hard obdurate &s;tone,</L>
<L>Inuincible, and not for to be broken,</L>
<L>Being placed neare a great bigge barre of Iron,</L>
<L>This vertue hath it, as a &s;peciall token,</L>
<L>The <HI>Lode&s;tone</HI> hath no power to draw away</L>
<L>The Iron barre, but in one place doth &s;tay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="102" REF="55">
<L>Yet with a Goates warme, fre&s;h and liuely blood,</L>
<L>This <HI>Adamant</HI> doth breake and riue in &s;under,</L>
<L>That many mightie, huge &s;trokes hath with&s;tood:</L>
<L>But I will tell you of a greater wonder,</L>
<L>It reconciles the womans loue being lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And giueth proofe of Cha&s;tne&s;&s;e without co&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The purple colourd <HI>Amati&s;t</HI> doth preuaile</L>
<L>Again&s;t the wit-oppre&s;&s;ing Drunkenne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>If euill Cogitations do a&s;&s;aile</L>
<L>Thy &s;leepie thoughts wrapt vp in heauine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>It &s;oone will driue them from thy minds di&s;turbing,</L>
<L>And temporize thy braine that is offending.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The white-veind enterlin'd &s;tone <HI>Achates,</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;potted here and there with &s;pots like blood,</L>
<L>Makes a man gracious in the peoples eyes,</L>
<L>And for to cleare the &s;ight is pa&s;&s;ing good:</L>
<L>It remedieth the place that's venemous,</L>
<L>And in the fire &s;mels odoriferous.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Gemme <HI>Amatites</HI> hath this qualitie,</L>
<L>Let a man touch his ve&s;ture with the &s;ame,</L>
<L>And it re&s;i&s;teth fier mightily:</L>
<L>The vertue doth the force of burning tame,</L>
<L>And afterwards ca&s;t in the fiers light,</L>
<L>Burnes not at all, but then it &s;eemes mo&s;t bright.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The faire &s;tone <HI>Berrill</HI> is &s;o precious,</L>
<L>That mightie men do hold it verie rare:</L>
<L>It frees a man from actions perillous,</L>
<PB N="101" REF="55">
<L>If of his lifes deare blood he haue a care,</L>
<L>And now and then being put into the Eyes,</L>
<L>De&s;ends a man from all his enemies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;tone <HI>Ceranicum</HI> &s;potted ore with blue,</L>
<L>Being &s;afe and cha&s;tly borne within the hand,</L>
<L>Thunders hote raging cracks that do en&s;ue</L>
<L>It doth expell, and Lightnings doth with&s;tand,</L>
<L>Defending of the hou&s;e that many keepe,</L>
<L>And is effectuall to bring men a&s;leepe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Diamond</HI> the worlds reflecting eye,</L>
<L>The <HI>Diamond</HI> the heauens bright &s;hining &s;tarre,</L>
<L>The <HI>Diamond</HI> the earths mo&s;t pure&s;t glorie:</L>
<L>And with the <HI>Diamond</HI> no Stone can compare;</L>
<L>She teacheth men to &s;peake, and men to loue,</L>
<L>If all her rare&s;t vertues you will proue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Diamond</HI> taught <HI>Mu&s;icke</HI> fir&s;t his cunning,</L>
<L>The <HI>Diamond</HI> taught <HI>Poetry</HI> her skill,</L>
<L>The <HI>Diamond</HI> gaue Lawyers fir&s;t their learning,</L>
<L><HI>Arithmeticke</HI> the <HI>Diamond</HI> taught at will:</L>
<L>She teacheth all Arts: for within her eye,</L>
<L>The knowledge of the world doth &s;afely lye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Dradocos</HI> is a &s;tone that's pale and wan,</L>
<L>It brings to &s;ome men thoughts fanta&s;ticall:</L>
<L>It being layd vpon a cold dead Man,</L>
<L>Lo&s;eth the vertue it is grac'd withall;</L>
<L>Wherefore tis called the mo&s;t holy &s;tone:</L>
<L>For&punc; whereas Death frequenteth it is gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="104" REF="56">
<L><HI>Achites</HI> is in colour violet,</L>
<L>Found on the Bankes of this delight &s;ome place,</L>
<L>Both male and female in this Land we get:</L>
<L>Who&s;e vertue doth the Princely Eagle grace;</L>
<L>For being borne by her into her ne&s;t,</L>
<L>She bringeth foorth her young ones with much re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;tone being bound fa&s;t to a womans &s;ide,</L>
<L>Within who&s;e pure&s;t wombe her child is lying,</L>
<L>Doth ha&s;ten child-birth, and doth make her bide</L>
<L>But litle paine, her humours is relea&s;ing.</L>
<L>If anie one be guiltie of Deceit,</L>
<L>This &s;tone will cau&s;e him to for&s;ake his meate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Enidros</HI> is the &s;tone that's alwayes &s;weating,</L>
<L>Di&s;tilling liquid drops continually:</L>
<L>And yet for all his daily moi&s;ture melting,</L>
<L>It keepes the &s;elfe &s;ame bigne&s;&s;e &s;tedfa&s;tly:</L>
<L>It neuer le&s;&s;eneth, nor doth fall away,</L>
<L>But in one &s;tedfa&s;t perfectne&s;&s;e doth &s;tay.</L>
</LG>
<Q LANG="lat"><LG>
<L><HI>Perpetui fletus lachrymas di&s;tillat Enidros,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Qui velut ex pleni fontis &s;caturigine manat.</HI></L>
</LG></Q>
<LG>
<L><HI>Gagates</HI> &s;melling like to Franken&s;ence,</L>
<L>Being left whereas the poi&s;nous Serpents breed,</L>
<L>Driues them away, and doth his force commence,</L>
<L>Making this bea&s;t on barren plaines to feed,</L>
<L>And there to &s;tarue and pine away for meate,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e being there he finds no food to eate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;tone being put in a faire womans drinke,</L>
<PB N="105" REF="56">
<L>Will te&s;tifie her pure Virginitie,</L>
<L>A mo&s;t rare thing that &s;ome men neuer thinke,</L>
<L>Yet you &s;hall giue your iugdement ea&s;ily,</L>
<L>For if &s;he make her water pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>Then hath this Woman lo&s;t her hone&s;tie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>lacinth</HI> is a neighbour to the <HI>Saphire,</HI></L>
<L>That doth transforme it &s;elfe to &s;undrie &s;ights,</L>
<L>Sometimes tis blacke and cloudie, &s;ometimes cleire,</L>
<L>And from the mutable ayre borrowes lights:</L>
<L>It giueth &s;trength and vigor in his kind,</L>
<L>And faire &s;weete quiet &s;leepe brings to the mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Rabiates</HI> being clearely coloured,</L>
<L>Borne about one doth make him eloquent,</L>
<L>And in great honour to be fauoured,</L>
<L>If he do v&s;e it to a good intent,</L>
<L>Foule venemous Serpents it doth bring in awe,</L>
<L>And cureth paine and griefe about the mawe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The iron-drawing Lode-&s;tone if you &s;et</L>
<L>Within a ve&s;&s;ell, either Gold or Bra&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And place a peece of Iron vnder it,</L>
<L>Of &s;ome indifferent &s;ize or &s;malle&s;t compa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The Lode&s;tone on the top will cau&s;e it moue,</L>
<L>And by his vertue meete with it aboue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Meade</HI> &s;tone coloured like the gra&s;&s;ie greene,</L>
<L>Much gentle ea&s;e vnto the Goute hath donne,</L>
<L>And helpeth tho&s;e being troubled with the Spleen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Mingled with Womans milke bearing a Sonne:</L>
<PB N="106" REF="57">
<L>It remedi'th the wit-a&s;&s;ailing Frenzie,</L>
<L>And purgeth the &s;ad mind of Melancholie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;tone <HI>Orites</HI> &s;potted ore with white,</L>
<L>Being worne, or hung about a womans necke,</L>
<L>Prohibiteth Conception and Delight,</L>
<L>And the child-bearing wombe by force doth checke:</L>
<L>Or el&s;e it ha&s;t'neth her deliuerie,</L>
<L>And makes the birth vnperfect and vntimely.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Skie colour'd <HI>Saphire</HI> Kings and Princes weare,</L>
<L>Being held mo&s;t precious in their iudging &s;ight:</L>
<L>The verie touch of this doth throughly cure</L>
<L>The Carbuncles enraging hatefull &s;pight:</L>
<L>It doth delight and recreate the Eyes,</L>
<L>And all ba&s;e gro&s;&s;ene&s;&s;e it doth quite de&s;pi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If in a boxe you put an inuenomd Spider,</L>
<L>Who&s;e poi&s;onous operation is annoying,</L>
<L>And on the boxes top lay the true <HI>Saphire,</HI></L>
<L>The vertue of his power &s;hewes vs his cunning,</L>
<L>He vanqui&s;heth the Spider, leaues him dead,</L>
<L>And to <HI>Apollo</HI> now is con&s;ecrated.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The fre&s;h greene colour'd <HI>Smaragd</HI> doth excell</L>
<L>All Trees, Boughs, Plants, and new fre&s;h &s;pringing Leaues&punc;</L>
<L>The hote reflecting Sunne can neuer quell</L>
<L>His vertue, that no eye-&s;ight ere deceiues,</L>
<L>But ore faire <HI>Phoebus</HI> glorie it triumpheth,</L>
<L>And the dimme duskie Eyes it poli&s;heth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="107" REF="57">
<L>The valiant <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> tooke his chiefe delight,</L>
<L>By looking on the <GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF"> excellence,</L>
<L>To &s;ee his <HI>Romane</HI> &s;ouldiers how they fight,</L>
<L>And view what wards they had for their defence,</L>
<L>And who exceld in perfect chiualrie,</L>
<L>And noble&s;t bore him&s;elfe in victorie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Stone doth &s;erue to Diuination,</L>
<L>To tell of things to come, and things being pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And mong&s;t vs held in e&s;timation,</L>
<L>Giuing the &s;icke mans meate a gentle ta&s;t:</L>
<L>If things &s;hall be, it keepes in the Mind,</L>
<L>If not, forgetfulne&s;&s;e our Eyes doth blind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Turches</HI> being wome in a Ring,</L>
<L>If any Gentleman haue cau&s;e to ride,</L>
<L>Supports, and doth &s;u&s;taine him from all falling,</L>
<L>Or hurting of him &s;elfe what ere betide:</L>
<L>And ere he &s;uffer anie fearefull danger,</L>
<L>Will fall it &s;elfe, and breake, and bur&s;t a &s;under.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e wondrous things of <HI>Nature</HI> to mens eares</L>
<L>Will almo&s;t proue (&s;weete <HI>Nature</HI>) incredible,</L>
<L>But by <HI>Times</HI> ancient record it appeares,</L>
<L>The&s;e hidden &s;ecrets to be memorable:</L>
<L>For his diuine&s;&s;e that hath wrought this wonder,</L>
<L>Rules men and bea&s;ts, the lightning and the thunder.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>For the worlds blindne&s;&s;e and opinion,</L>
<L>I care not <HI>Phoenix,</HI> they are misbeleeuing,</L>
<L>And if their eyes trie not conclu&s;ion,</L>
<PB N="108" REF="58">
<L>They will not tru&s;t a &s;trangers true reporting.</L>
<L>With Bea&s;ts and Birds I will conclude my &s;torie,</L>
<L>And to that All-in-all yeeld perfect glorie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In yonder woodie groue and fertile plaine,</L>
<L>Remaines the <HI>Leopard</HI> and the watrie <HI>Badger,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Bugle</HI> or wild <HI>Oxe</HI> doth there remaine,</L>
<L>The <HI>Onocentaure</HI> and the cruell <HI>Tyger,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Dromidary</HI> and the princely <HI>Lion,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Bore,</HI> the <HI>Elephant,</HI> and the poi&s;nous <HI>Dragon.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;trong neck'd <HI>Bull</HI> that neuer felt the yoke,</L>
<L>The <HI>Cat,</HI> the <HI>Dog,</HI> the <HI>Wolfe,</HI> and cruell <HI>Viper,</HI></L>
<L>The lurking <HI>Hare</HI> that pretie &s;port prouokes,</L>
<L>The <HI>Goatebucke, Hedgehogge</HI> and the &s;wiftfoote <HI>Panther,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Hor&s;e, Cameleopard</HI> and &s;trong pawd <HI>Beare,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Ape,</HI> the <HI>A&s;&s;e,</HI> and the mo&s;t fearefull <HI>Deare.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Mou&s;e,</HI> the <HI>Mule,</HI> the <HI>Sow</HI> and <HI>Salamander,</HI></L>
<L>That from the burning fire cannot liue,</L>
<L>The <HI>Wea&s;ell, Cammell</HI> and the hunted <HI>Beauer,</HI></L>
<L>That in pur&s;ute away his &s;tones doth giue:</L>
<L>The <HI>Stellio, Camelion</HI> and <HI>Vnicorne,</HI></L>
<L>That doth expell hot poi&s;on with his Horne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The cruell <HI>Beare</HI> in her conception,</L>
<L>Brings forth at fir&s;t a thing that's indige&s;t,</L>
<L>A lump of fle&s;h without all fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>Which &s;he by often licking brings to re&s;t,</L>
<L>Making a formall body good and found,</L>
<L>Which often in this Iland we haue found.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="109" REF="58">
<Q LANG="lat">Hic format lingua foetum, quem pretulit Vr&s;a.</Q>
<LG>
<L>The great wild <HI>Bore</HI> of nature terrible,</L>
<L>With two &s;trong Tu&s;hes for his Armorie,</L>
<L>Sometimes a&s;&s;ailes the <HI>Beare</HI> mo&s;t horrible,</L>
<L>And twixt them is a fight both fierce and deadly:</L>
<L>He hunteth after <HI>Marioram</HI> and <HI>Organie,</HI></L>
<L>Which as a whet&s;tone doth his need &s;upplie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Bugle</HI> or wild <HI>Oxe</HI> is neuer tam'd,</L>
<L>But with an iron ring put through his &s;nout,</L>
<L>That of &s;ome perfect &s;trength mu&s;t needs be fram'd,</L>
<L>Then may you leade him all the world about:</L>
<L>The Hunt&s;men find him hung within a tree,</L>
<L>Fa&s;t by the hornes and then thy v&s;e no pittie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Camell</HI> is of nature flexible,</L>
<L>For when a burden on his backe is bound,</L>
<L>To ea&s;e the labourer, he is knowne mo&s;t gentle,</L>
<L>For why he kneeleth downe vpon the ground:</L>
<L>Suffering the man to put it off or on,</L>
<L>As it &s;eemes be&s;t in his di&s;cretion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They liue &s;ome fiftie or &s;ome hundred yeares,</L>
<L>And can remaine from water full foure dayes,</L>
<L>And mo&s;t delight to drinke when there appeares,</L>
<L>A muddie &s;pring that's troubled many wayes:</L>
<L>Betweene them is a naturall hone&s;t care,</L>
<L>If one conioyneth with his Damme, tis rare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Dragon</HI> is a poi&s;nous venom'd bea&s;t,</L>
<PB N="110" REF="59">
<L>With whom the <HI>Elephant</HI> is at enmitie,</L>
<L>And in contention they do neuer re&s;t,</L>
<L>Till one hath &s;laine the other cruelly:</L>
<L>The <HI>Dragon</HI> with the <HI>Elephant</HI> tries a fall,</L>
<L>And being vnder he is &s;laine withall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The bunch-backt, big-bon'd, &s;wift-foote <HI>Dromidary</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Dromas</HI> the Greeke word borrowing the name,</L>
<L>For his quicke flying &s;peedy property:</L>
<L>Which ea&s;ily the&s;e countrey men do tame,</L>
<L>Hel' go a hundreth miles within one day,</L>
<L>And neuer &s;eeke in any place to &s;tay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Dogge</HI> a naturall, kind, and louing&punc; thing,</L>
<L>As witne&s;&s;eth our Hi&s;tories of old:</L>
<L>Their mai&s;ter dead, the poore foole with lamenting</L>
<L>Doth kill him&s;elfe before accounted bold:</L>
<L>And would defend his mai&s;ter if he might,</L>
<L>When cruelly his foe begins to fight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Elephant</HI> with tu&s;hes Iuorie&punc;</L>
<L>Is a great friend to man as he doth trauell:</L>
<L>The <HI>Dragon</HI> hating man mo&s;t &s;pitefully,</L>
<L>The <HI>Elephant</HI> doth with the <HI>Dragon</HI> quarell:</L>
<L>And twixt them two is a mo&s;t deadly &s;trife,</L>
<L>Till that the man be pa&s;t, and &s;au'd his life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Elephant</HI> &s;eene in A&s;tronomy,</L>
<L>Will euery month play the Phi&s;ition:</L>
<L>Taking delight his cunning for to try,</L>
<L>Giuing him&s;elfe a &s;weete purgation,</L>
<PB N="111" REF="59">
<L>And to the running &s;prings him&s;elfe addre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And in the &s;ame wa&s;h off his filthine&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Gote-bucke</HI> is a bea&s;t la&s;ciuious,</L>
<L>And giuen much to filthy venerie;</L>
<L>Apt and prone to be contentious,</L>
<L>Seeking by craft to kill his enemy:</L>
<L>His bloud being warme &s;uppleth the Adamant,</L>
<L>That neither fire or force could euer daunt.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Hedghogge</HI> hath a &s;harpe quicke thorned garment,</L>
<L>That on his backe doth &s;erue him for defence:</L>
<L>He can pre&s;age the winds incontinent,</L>
<L>And hath good knowledge in the difference</L>
<L>Betweene the Southerne and the Northren wind,</L>
<L>The&s;e vertues are allotted him by kind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whereon in <HI>Con&s;tantinople</HI> that great City,</L>
<L>A marchant in his garden gaue one nouri&s;hment&punc;</L>
<L>By which he knew the winds true certainty,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the <HI>Hedgehogge</HI> gaue him iu&s;t pre&s;agement:</L>
<L>Apples, or peares, or grapes, &s;uch is his meate,</L>
<L>Which on his backe he caries for to eate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;potted <HI>Linx</HI> in face much like a <HI>Lyon,</HI></L>
<L>His vrine is of &s;uch a qualitie,</L>
<L>In time it turneth to a precious &s;tone,</L>
<L>Called <HI>Ligarius</HI> for his property:</L>
<L>He hateth man &s;o much, that he doth hide</L>
<L>His vrine in the earth, not to be &s;pide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="112" REF="60">
<L>The princely <HI>Lion</HI> King of forre&s;t-Kings,</L>
<L>And chiefe Commaunder of the Wilderne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>At who&s;e faire feete all Bea&s;ts lay downe their offrings,</L>
<L>Yeelding alleageance to his worthine&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">s &s;trength remaineth mo&s;t within his head,</L>
<L>His vertue in his heart is compa&s;&s;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He neuer wrongs a man, nor hurts his pray,</L>
<L>If they will yeeld &s;ubmi&s;siue at his feete,</L>
<L>He knoweth when the <HI>Lione&s;&s;e</HI> playes fal&s;e play,</L>
<L>If in all kindne&s;&s;e he his loue do meete:</L>
<L>He doth defend the poore and innocent,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that cruel-hearted Bea&s;ts haue rent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then is't not pittie that the craftie <HI>Foxe,</HI></L>
<L>The rauenous <HI>Wolfe,</HI> the <HI>Tyger,</HI> and the <HI>Bear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI></L>
<L>The &s;low-pa&s;t-dull-brain'd heauie <HI>Oxe,</HI></L>
<L>Should &s;triue &s;o good a &s;tate to ouerweare?</L>
<L>The <HI>Lion</HI> &s;leepes and laughes to &s;ee them &s;triue,</L>
<L>But in the end leaues not a bea&s;t aliue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Onocentaur</HI> is a mon&s;trous bea&s;t;</L>
<L>Suppo&s;ed halfe a man and halfe an a&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That neuer &s;huts his eyes in quiet re&s;t,</L>
<L>Till he his foes deare life hath round encompa&s;t,</L>
<L>Such were the <HI>Centaures</HI> in their tyrannie,</L>
<L>That liu'd by humane fle&s;h and villanie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Stellio</HI> is a bea&s;t that takes his breath,</L>
<L>And liueth by the deaw thats heauenly,</L>
<L>Taking his Food and Spirit of the earth,</L>
<PB N="113" REF="60">
<L>And &s;o maintaines his life in cha&s;titie,</L>
<L>He takes delight to counterfeit all colours,</L>
<L>And yet for all this he is venimous.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis &s;trange to heare &s;uch perfect difference&punc;</L>
<L>In all things that his Mighti<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e le hath <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ram'd</L>
<L>Tis &s;trange to heare their manne<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> of d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">fence,</L>
<L>Among&s;t all creatures that my <HI>Nur&s;e</HI> hath nam'd:</L>
<L>Are there no Wormes nor Serpents to be found</L>
<L>In this &s;weete &s;melling Ile and fruitfull ground?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Within a little corner towards the Ea&s;t,</L>
<L>A moori&s;h plot of earth and dampi&s;h place,</L>
<L>Some creeping Wormes and Serpent<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> v&s;e to re&s;t,</L>
<L>And in a manner doth this bad ground grace:</L>
<L>It is vnpeopled and vnhabited,</L>
<L>For there with poi&s;onous ayre they are fed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">re liues the <HI>Worme,</HI> the <HI>Gnat</HI> and <HI>Gra&s;hopper,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rinatrix, Lizard</HI> and the fruitfull <HI>Bee,</HI></L>
<L>Th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>Mothe, Chelidras,</HI> and the <HI>Blood&s;ucker,</HI></L>
<L>That from the fl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;h &s;uckes bloud mo&s;t &s;peedily:</L>
<L><HI>Cera&s;tis, A&s;pis</HI> and the <HI>Crocadile,</HI></L>
<L>That doth the way-faring pa&s;&s;enger beguile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The labouring <HI>Ant,</HI> and the be&s;peckled <HI>Adder,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Frogge,</HI> the <HI>Tode&punc;</HI> and S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">mmer&punc; haunting <HI>Flie,</HI></L>
<L>T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e prettie <HI>Silkeworme,</HI> and the poi&s;nous <HI>Viper,</HI></L>
<L>That with his teeth doth wound mo&s;t cruelly:</L>
<L>The <HI>Hornet</HI> and the poi&s;onous <HI>Cockatrice,</HI></L>
<L>That kils all birds by a mo&s;t &s;lie deuice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="114" REF="61">
<L>The <HI>A&s;pis</HI> is a kind of deadly Snake,</L>
<L>He hurts mo&s;t perillous with venom'd &s;ting,</L>
<L>And in pur&s;ute doth neare his foe for&s;ake,</L>
<L>But &s;laies a Man with poy&s;nous venoming:</L>
<L>Betweene the male and female is &s;uch loue,</L>
<L>As is betwixt the mo&s;t kind <HI>Turtle doue.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This is the Snake that <HI>Cleopatra</HI> v&s;ed,</L>
<L>The <HI>Egyptian</HI> Queene belou'd of <HI>Anthony,</HI></L>
<L>That with her brea&s;ts deare bloud was nouri&s;hed,</L>
<L>Making her die (faire &s;oule) mo&s;t patiently,</L>
<L>Rather then <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> great victorious hand,</L>
<L>Should triumph ore the Queene of &s;uch a land.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Lizard</HI> is a kind of louing creature,</L>
<L>E&s;pecially to man he is a friend:</L>
<L>This property is giuen him by nature,</L>
<L>From dangerous bea&s;ts poore Man he doth defend:</L>
<L>For being &s;leepy he all &s;ence for&s;aketh,</L>
<L>The <HI>Lizard</HI> bites him till the Man awaketh.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Ant</HI> or <HI>Emote</HI> is a labouring thing,</L>
<L>And haue among&s;t them all a publike weale,</L>
<L>In &s;ommer time their meate they are prouiding,</L>
<L>And &s;ecrets mong&s;t them&s;elues they do conceale:</L>
<L>The mon&s;trous huge big Beare being &s;ickly,</L>
<L>Eating of the&s;e, is cured pre&s;ently.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The fruitfull prety <HI>Bee</HI> liues in the hiue,</L>
<L>Which vnto him is like a peopled City,</L>
<L>And by their daily labour there they thriue,</L>
<PB N="115" REF="61">
<L>Bringing home honied waxe continually:</L>
<L>They are reputed ciuill, and haue kings,</L>
<L>And guides for to direct them in proceedings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When that their Emperour or King is pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>They liue in peacefull &s;ort and quietne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>But if their officer or king be ab&s;ent,</L>
<L>They flie and &s;warme abroad in companies:</L>
<L>If any happen ca&s;uall-wi&s;e to dye,</L>
<L>They mourne and bury him right &s;olemnly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Crocadile</HI> a &s;affron colour'd Snake,</L>
<L>Sometimes vpon the earth is conuer&s;ant,</L>
<L>And other times liues in a filthy lake,</L>
<L>Being oppre&s;&s;ed with foule needy want:</L>
<L>The skin vpon his backe as hard as &s;tone,</L>
<L>Re&s;i&s;teth violent &s;trokes of &s;teele or iron.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Rinatrix</HI> is a poy&s;enous enuenom'd Serpent,</L>
<L>That doth infect the riuers and the fountaines,</L>
<L>Bringing to cattell hurt and detriment:</L>
<L>When thir&s;ty they for&s;ake the &s;teepy mountaines,</L>
<L><HI>Rinatrix violator Aquae,</HI> and infects the earth,</L>
<L>With his mo&s;t noy&s;ome &s;tinking filthy breath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Scorpion</HI> hath a deadly &s;tinging taile,</L>
<L>Bewitching &s;ome with his faire &s;miling face,</L>
<L>But pre&s;ently with force he doth a&s;&s;aile</L>
<L>His captiu'd praie, and brings him to di&s;grace:</L>
<L>Wherefore tis cald of &s;ome the flattering worme,</L>
<L>That &s;ubtilly his foe doth ouerturne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="116" REF="62">
<L><HI>Orion</HI> made his boa&s;t the earth &s;hould bring</L>
<L>Or yeeld no &s;erpent forth but he would kill it,</L>
<L>Where pre&s;ently the <HI>Scorpion</HI> vp did &s;pring,</L>
<L>For &s;o the onely powers aboue did will it:</L>
<L>Where in the peoples pre&s;ence they did &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>Orion</HI> &s;tung to death mo&s;t cruelly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O <HI>Wormes</HI> are dluers &s;orts and diuers names,</L>
<L>Some feed<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ng on hard timber, &s;ome on trees,</L>
<L>Some in the earth a &s;ecret cabbine frames,</L>
<L>Some l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ue on tops of A&s;hes, &s;ome on O iues;</L>
<L>Some of a red watri&s;h colour, &s;ome of greene,</L>
<L>And &s;ome within the night like Fire are &s;eene.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Silk worme</HI> by who&s;e Webbe our Silkes are made,</L>
<L>For &s;he doth dayly labour with her weauing,</L>
<L>A Worme that's rich and precious in her trade,</L>
<L>That whil&s;t poore &s;oule &s;he toyleth in her &s;pinning,</L>
<L>Leaues nothing in her belly but empty aire,</L>
<L>And toyling too much falleth to de&s;paire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here liues the <HI>Caddes</HI> and the long leg'd <HI>Cr&aacute;ne,</HI></L>
<L>With whome the <HI>Pigmies</HI> are at mortall &s;trife,</L>
<L>The <HI>Larke</HI> and <HI>Lapwing</HI> that with nets are tane,</L>
<L>And &s;o poore &s;illy &s;oules do end their life:</L>
<L>The <HI>Nightingale</HI> wrong'd by Adulterie,</L>
<L>The <HI>Nightcrow, Go&s;hawke,</HI> and the chattring <HI>Pie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Phea&s;ant, Storke,</HI> and the high towring <HI>Faulcon,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Swanne</HI> that in the riuer takes delight,</L>
<L>The <HI>Goldfinch, Blackebird,</HI> and the big neck'd <HI>Heron,</HI></L>
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<L>The skreeching <HI>Owle</HI> that loues the duskie night.</L>
<L>The <HI>Partridge, Griffon,</HI> and th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> liuely <HI>Peacocke,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Linnet, Bulfinch, Snipe,</HI> and rauening <HI>Puttocke.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Robin Redbrea&s;t</HI> that in Winter &s;ings,</L>
<L>The <HI>Pellican,</HI> the <HI>Iay,</HI> and the chirping <HI>Sparrow,</HI></L>
<L>The little <HI>Wren</HI> that many yong ones brings,</L>
<L><HI>Hercin, Ibis,</HI> and the &s;wift wingd <HI>Swallow:</HI></L>
<L>The princely <HI>Eagle</HI> and <HI>Caladrius,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Cuckow</HI> that to &s;ome is pro&s;perous.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;now-like colour'd bird <HI>Caladrius,</HI></L>
<L>Hath this ine&s;timable naturall pro&s;peritie,</L>
<L>If any man in &s;ickne&s;&s;e dangerous,</L>
<L>Hopes of his health to haue recouerie,</L>
<L>This bird will alwayes looke with chearefull glance,</L>
<L>If otherwi&s;e, &s;ad is his countenance.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Crane</HI> directed by the leaders voice,</L>
<L>Flies ore the &s;eas, to countries farre vnknowne,</L>
<L>And in the &s;ecret night they do reioice,</L>
<L>To make a watch among them of their owne;</L>
<L>The watchman in his clawes holds fa&s;t a &s;tone,</L>
<L>Which letting fall the re&s;t are wak'd anone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Spring-delighting bird we call the <HI>Cuckow.</HI></L>
<L>Which comes to tell of wonders in this age,</L>
<L>Her prettie one note to the world doth &s;how</L>
<L>Some men their de&s;tinie, and doth pre&s;age</L>
<L>The womans plea&s;ure and the mans di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Which &s;he &s;its &s;inging in a &s;ecret place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="118" REF="63">
<L>The Winters enuious bla&s;t &s;he neuer ta&s;teth,</L>
<L>Yet in all countries doth the <HI>Cuckoe</HI> &s;ing,</L>
<L>And oftentimes to peopled townes &s;he ha&s;teth,</L>
<L>There for to tell the plea&s;ures of the Spring:</L>
<L>Great Courtiers heare her voyce, but let her flye,</L>
<L>Knowing that &s;he pre&s;ageth De&s;tiny.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This prety bird &s;ometimes vpon the &s;teeple,</L>
<L>Sings <HI>Cuckoe, Cuckoe,</HI> to the pari&s;h Prie&s;t,</L>
<L>Sometimes againe &s;he flies among&s;t the people,</L>
<L>And on their Cro&s;&s;e no man can her re&s;i&s;t,</L>
<L>But there &s;he &s;ings, yet &s;ome di&s;daining Dames,</L>
<L>Do charme her hoar&s;e, le&s;t &s;he &s;hould hit their names.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;cornes to labour or make vp a ne&s;t,</L>
<L>But creepes by &s;tealth into &s;ome others roome,</L>
<L>And with the <HI>Larkes</HI> deare yong, her yong-ones re&s;t,</L>
<L>Being by &s;ubtile dealing ouercome:</L>
<L>The yong birds are re&s;toratiue to eate,</L>
<L>And held among&s;t vs as a Princes meate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Princely <HI>Eagle</HI> of all Birds the King,</L>
<L>For none but &s;he can gaze again&s;t the Sunne,</L>
<L>Her eye-&s;ight is &s;o cleare, that in her flying</L>
<L>She &s;pies the &s;malle&s;t bea&s;t that euer runne,</L>
<L>As &s;wift as gun-&s;hot v&s;ing no delay,</L>
<L>So &s;wif<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ly doth &s;he flie to catch her pray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She brings her birds being yong into the aire,</L>
<L>And &s;ets them for to looke on <HI>Phoebus</HI> light,</L>
<L>But if their eyes with gazing chance to water,</L>
<PB N="119" REF="63">
<L>Tho&s;e &s;he accounteth ba&s;tards, leaues them quight,</L>
<L>But tho&s;e that haue true perfect con&s;tant eyes,</L>
<L>She cheri&s;heth, the re&s;t &s;he doth de&s;pi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Griffon</HI> is a bird rich feathered,</L>
<L>His head is like a <HI>Lion,</HI> and his flight</L>
<L>Is like the <HI>Eagles,</HI> much for to be feared,</L>
<L>For why he kils men in the vgly night:</L>
<L>Some &s;ay he keepes the <HI>Smaragd</HI> and the <HI>Ia&s;per,</HI></L>
<L>And in pur&s;ute of Man is mon&s;trous eager.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The gentle birds called the faire <HI>Hircinie,</HI></L>
<L>Taking the name of that place where they breed,</L>
<L>Within the night they &s;hine &s;o gloriou&s;ly,</L>
<L>That mans a&s;tonied &s;en&s;es they do feed:</L>
<L>For in the darke being ca&s;t within the way,</L>
<L>Giues light vnto the man that goes a&s;tray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ibis</HI> the bird flieth to <HI>Nilus</HI> flood,</L>
<L>And drinking of the water purgeth cleane:</L>
<L>Vnto the land of <HI>Aegypt</HI> he doth good,</L>
<L>For he to rid their Serpents is a meane;</L>
<L>He feedeth on their egges, and doth de&s;troy</L>
<L>The Serpents ne&s;ts that would their Clime annoy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Lapwing</HI> hath a piteous mournefull cry,</L>
<L>And &s;ings a &s;orowfull and heauy &s;ong,</L>
<L>But yet &s;hee's full of craft and &s;ubtilty,</L>
<L>And weepeth mo&s;t being farthe&s;t from her yong:</L>
<L>In elder age &s;he &s;eru'd for South&s;ayers,</L>
<L>And was a Prophete&s;&s;e to the Augurers.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="112" REF="64">
<L>The birds of <HI>Aegypt</HI> or <HI>Memnodides,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Memnon</HI> that was &s;laine in re&s;cuing <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>Are &s;aid to flie away in compani<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">s,</L>
<L>To <HI>Priams</HI> pallace, and there twice a day</L>
<L>They fight about the turrets of the dead,</L>
<L>And the third day in battell are confounded.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Nightingale</HI> the nights true Chori&s;ter,</L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;ickes</HI> chiefe louer in the plea&s;ant Spring,</L>
<L>Tunes Hunts-vp to the Sunne that doth delight her,</L>
<L>And to <HI>Arions</HI> harp aloud will &s;ing:</L>
<L>And as a Bridegroome that to church is comming,</L>
<L>So he &s;alutes the Sunne when he is ri&s;ing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Romane Cae&s;ars,</HI> happie Emperours,</L>
<L>E&s;pecially tho&s;e of the yonge&s;t &s;ort,</L>
<L>Haue kept the <HI>Nightingale</HI> within their towers,</L>
<L>To play, to dally, and to make them &s;port,</L>
<L>And oftentimes in <HI>Greeke</HI> and <HI>Latine</HI> tong,</L>
<L>They taught tho&s;e birds to &s;ing a plea&s;ant &s;ong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This bird as <HI>Histories</HI> make mention,</L>
<L>Sung in the infant mouth of <HI>Ste&s;ichorus,</HI></L>
<L>Which did foretell due commendation,</L>
<L>In all his actions to be pro&s;perous:</L>
<L>So <HI>Bees</HI> when <HI>Plato</HI> in his bed did lie,</L>
<L>Swarm'd round about his mouth, leauing their honie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;luggi&s;h &s;louthfull and the da&s;tard <HI>Owle,</HI></L>
<L>Hating the day, and louing of the night,</L>
<L>About old &s;epulchers doth dayly howle,</L>
<PB N="121" REF="64">
<L>Frequenting barnes and hou&s;es without light,</L>
<L>And hides him often in an Iuy tree,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t with &s;mall chattring birds wrong'd he &s;hould be.</L>
</LG>
<Q LANG="lat"><LG>
<L><HI>Foedaque &s;ic volucris venturi nuntia luctus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ignanus Bubo, dirum mortalibus omen.</HI></L>
</LG></Q>
<LG>
<L>The filthy me&s;&s;enger of ill to come</L>
<L>The &s;luggi&s;h <HI>Owle</HI> is, and to danger &s;ome.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This ill bedooming <HI>Owle</HI> &s;ate on the &s;peare,</L>
<L>Of warlike <HI>Pirrhus</HI> marching to the field,</L>
<L>When to the <HI>Graecian</HI> armie he drew neare,</L>
<L>Determining to make his foes to yeeld,</L>
<L>Which did fore&s;hew &s;ini&s;ter happine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And balefull fortune in his bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Parrat</HI> cald the counterfeiting bird,</L>
<L>Deckt with all colours that faire <HI>Flora</HI> yeelds,</L>
<L>That after one will &s;peake you word for word:</L>
<L>Liuing in wooddie groues neare fertile fields,</L>
<L>They haue bene knowne to giue great Emperors wine,</L>
<L>And therefore &s;ome men hold them for deuine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The proud &s;un-brauing <HI>Peacocke</HI> with his feathers,</L>
<L>Walkes all along, thinking him&s;elfe a King,</L>
<L>And with his voyce progno&s;ticates all weathers,</L>
<L>Although God knowes but badly he doth &s;ing:</L>
<L>But when he lookes downe to his ba&s;e blacke Feete,</L>
<L>He droopes, and is a&s;ham'd of things vnmeete.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mighty <HI>Macedonian Alexander,</HI></L>
<PB N="122" REF="65">
<L>Marching in louely triumph to his foes,</L>
<L>Being accounted the worlds conquerour,</L>
<L>In <HI>Indie</HI> &s;pies a <HI>Peacocke</HI> as he goes,</L>
<L>And maruelling to &s;ee &s;o rich a &s;ight,</L>
<L>Charg'd all men not to kill his &s;weete delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Pellican</HI> the wonder of our age,</L>
<L>(As <HI>Ierome</HI> &s;aith) reuiues her tender yong,</L>
<L>And with her pure&s;t bloud, &s;he doth a&s;&s;wage</L>
<L>Her yong ones thir&s;t, with poi&s;onous Adder &s;tong,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that were &s;uppo&s;ed three dayes dead.</L>
<L>She giues them life once more being nouri&s;hed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The vn&s;atiate <HI>Sparrow</HI> doth progno&s;ticate,</L>
<L>And is held good for diuination,</L>
<L>For flying here and there, from gate to gate,</L>
<L>Foretls true things by animaduertion:</L>
<L>A flight of <HI>Sparrowes</HI> flying in the day,</L>
<L>Did prophe&s;ie the fall and &s;acke of <HI>Troy.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The artificiall ne&s;t-compo&s;ing <HI>Swallow,</HI></L>
<L>That eates his meate flying along the way,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;wiftne&s;&s;e in our ey&s;ight doth allow,</L>
<L>That no imperiall Bird makes her his pray:</L>
<L>His yong ones being hurt within the eies,</L>
<L>His helpes them with the herbe <HI>Calcedonies.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Cecinna</HI> and the great <HI>Volateran,</HI></L>
<L>Being <HI>Pompeis</HI> warlike and approued knights,</L>
<L>Sent letters by the&s;e Birds without a man,</L>
<L>To many of their friends and chiefe delights,</L>
<PB N="123" REF="65">
<L>And all their letters to their feete did ti<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Which with great &s;peed did bring them ha&s;tily.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;weet recording Swanne <HI>Apolloes</HI> ioy,</L>
<L>And firy &s;corched <HI>Phaetons</HI> delight,</L>
<L>In footed ver&s;e &s;ings out his deep annoy,</L>
<L>And to the &s;iluer riuers takes his flight,</L>
<L>Progno&s;ticates to Sailers on the &s;eas,</L>
<L>Fortunes pro&s;peritie and perfect ea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Cignus in au&s;picijs &s;emper laeti&s;&s;imus ales,</L>
<L>Hoc optant nautae, quia &s;e non mergit in vndis.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>But what &s;ad-mournefull drooping &s;oule is this,</L>
<L>Within who&s;e watry eyes &s;its Di&s;content,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;naile-pac'd gate tels &s;ometing is ami&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>From whom is bani&s;ht &s;porting Meriment:</L>
<L>Who&s;e feathers mowt off, falling as he goes,</L>
<L>The perfect picture of hart pining woes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the carefull bird the <HI>Turtle</HI> Doue,</L>
<L>Who&s;e heauy croking note doth &s;hew his griefe,</L>
<L>And thus he wanders &s;eeking of his loue,</L>
<L>Refu&s;ing all things that may yeeld reliefe:</L>
<L>All motions of good turnes, all Mirth and Ioy,</L>
<L>Are bad, fled, gone, and falne into decay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Is this the true example of the Heart?</L>
<L>Is this the Tutor of faire <HI>Con&s;tancy?</HI></L>
<L>Is this Loues trea&s;ure, and Loues pining &s;mart?</L>
<L>Is this the &s;ub&s;tance of all hone&s;ty?</L>
<PB N="124" REF="66">
<L>And comes he thus attir'd, alas poore &s;oule,</L>
<L>That De&s;tinies foule wrath &s;hould thee controule.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See Nour&s;e, he &s;tares and lookes me in the face,</L>
<L>And now he mournes, wor&s;e then he did before,</L>
<L>He hath forgot his dull &s;low heauy pace,</L>
<L>But with &s;wift gate he eyes vs more and more:</L>
<L>O &s;hall I welcome him, and let me borrow</L>
<L>Some of his griefe to mingle with my &s;orrow.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nature.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farwell faire bird, Ile leaue you both alone,</L>
<L>This is the <HI>Doue</HI> you long'd &s;o much to &s;ee,</L>
<L>And this will proue companion of your mone,</L>
<L>An Vmpire of all true humility:</L>
<L>Then note my <HI>Phoenix,</HI> what there may en&s;ue,</L>
<L>And &s;o I ki&s;&s;e my bird. <HI>Adue, Adue.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother farewell; and now within his eyes,</L>
<L>Sits &s;orrow clothed in a &s;ea of teares,</L>
<L>And more and more the billowes do ari&s;e:</L>
<L>Pale Griefe halfe pin'd vpon his brow appeares,</L>
<L>His feathers fade away, and make him looke,</L>
<L>As if his name were writ in Deaths pale booke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;tay poore <HI>Turtle,</HI> whereat ha&s;t thou gazed,</L>
<L>At the eye-dazling Sunne, who&s;e &s;weete reflection,</L>
<L>The round encompa&s;t heauenly world amazed?</L>
<L>O no, a child of Natures true complexion,</L>
<L>The perfect <HI>Phoenix</HI> of rariety,</L>
<L>For wit, for vertue, and excelling beauty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="125" REF="66">
<SPEAKER>Phoenix. Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Haile map of &s;orrow: <HI>Tur.</HI> Welcome <HI>Cupids</HI> child.</L>
<L>Let me wipe off tho&s;e teares vpon thy cheekes,</L>
<L>That &s;tain'd thy beauties pride, and haue defil'd</L>
<L>Nature it &s;elfe, that &s;o v&s;urping &s;eekes</L>
<L>To &s;it vpon thy face, for Ile be partener,</L>
<L>Of thy harts wrapped &s;orrow more hereafter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Natures faire darling, let me kneele to thee,</L>
<L>And offer vp my true obedience,</L>
<L>And &s;acredly in all humility,</L>
<L>Craue pardon for pre&s;umptions foule offence:</L>
<L>Thy lawne-&s;now-colour'd hand &s;hall not come neare</L>
<L>My impure face, to wipe away one teare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My teares are for my <HI>Turtle</HI> that is dead,</L>
<L>My &s;orrow &s;prings from her want that is gone,</L>
<L>My heauy note &s;ounds for the &s;oule that's fled,</L>
<L>And I will dye for him left all alone:</L>
<L>I am not liuing, though I &s;eeme to go,</L>
<L>Already buried in the graue of wo.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Why I haue left <HI>Arabia</HI> for thy &s;ake,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e tho&s;e fires haue no working &s;ub&s;tance,</L>
<L>And for to find thee out did vndertake:</L>
<L>Where on the mountaine top we may aduance</L>
<L>Our fiery alter; let me tell thee this,</L>
<L><HI>Solamen mi&s;eris &s;ocios habui&s;&s;e doloris.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come poore lamenting &s;oule, come &s;it by me,</L>
<L>We are all one, thy &s;orrow &s;hall be mine,</L>
<L>Fall thou a teare, and thou &s;halt plainly &s;ee,</L>
<PB N="126" REF="67">
<L>Mine eyes &s;hall an&s;wer teare for teare of thine:</L>
<L>Sigh thou, Ile &s;igh, and if thou giue a grone,</L>
<L>I &s;hall be dead in an&s;wering of thy mone.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>Loues honorable Friend, one grone of yours,</L>
<L>Will rend my &s;icke-loue-pining hart a&s;under,</L>
<L>One &s;igh brings teares from me like <HI>Aprill</HI> &s;howers,</L>
<L>Procur'd by Sommers hote loud cracking thunder:</L>
<L>Be you as mery as &s;weet mirth may be,</L>
<L>Ile grone and &s;igh, both for your &s;elfe and me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;halt not gentle <HI>Turtle,</HI> I will beare</L>
<L>Halfe of the burdenousyoke thou do&s;t &s;u&s;taine,</L>
<L>Two bodies may with greater ea&s;e outweare</L>
<L>A trouble&s;ome labour, then Ile brooke &s;ome paine,</L>
<L>But tell me gentle <HI>Turtle,</HI> tell me truly</L>
<L>The difference betwixt fal&s;e Loue and true Sinceritie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>That &s;hall I briefly, if youle giue me leaue,</L>
<L>Fal&s;e loue is full of Enuie and Deceit,</L>
<L>With cunning &s;hifts our humours to deceiue,</L>
<L>Laying downe poi&s;on for a &s;ugred baite,</L>
<L>Alwayes incon&s;tant, fal&s;e, and variable,</L>
<L>Delighting in fond change and mutable.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>True loue, is louing pure, not to be broken,</L>
<L>But with an hone&s;t eye, &s;he eyes her louer,</L>
<L>Not changing variable, nor neuer &s;hoken</L>
<L>With fond Su&s;pition, &s;ecrets to di&s;couer,</L>
<L>True loue will tell no lies, nor ne're di&s;&s;emble,</L>
<L>But with a ba&s;hfull mode&s;t feare will tremble.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="127" REF="67">
<L>Fal&s;e loue puts on a Maske to &s;hade her folly,</L>
<L>True loue goes naked wi&s;hing to be &s;eene,</L>
<L>Fal&s;e loue will counterfeite perpetually&punc;</L>
<L>True loue is Troths &s;weete emperizing Queene:</L>
<L>This is the difference, true Loue is a iewell,</L>
<L>Fal&s;e loue, hearts tyrant, inhumane, and cruell.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>What may we wonder at? O where is learning?</L>
<L>Where is all difference twixt the good and bad?</L>
<L>Where is <HI>Apelles</HI> art? where is true cunning?</L>
<L>Nay where is all the vertue may be had?</L>
<L>Within my <HI>Turtles</HI> bo&s;ome, &s;he refines,</L>
<L>More then &s;ome louing perfect true deuines.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou &s;halt not be no more the <HI>Turtle</HI>-Doue,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt no more go weeping al alone,</L>
<L>For thou &s;halt be my &s;elfe, my perfect Loue,</L>
<L>Thy griefe is mine, thy &s;orrow is my mone,</L>
<L>Come ki&s;&s;e me &s;weete&s;t &s;weete, O I do ble&s;&s;e</L>
<L>This gracious luckie Sun-&s;hine happine&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>How may I in all gratefulne&s;&s;e requite,</L>
<L>This gracious fauor offred <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">o thy &s;eruant?</L>
<L>The time affordeth heauine&s;&s;e not delight,</L>
<L>And to the times appoint weele be ob&s;eruant:</L>
<L>Command, O do commaund, what ere thou wilt,</L>
<L>My hearts bloud for thy &s;ake &s;hall &s;traight be &s;pilt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I command th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e on thy tender care,</L>
<L>And chiefe obedience that thou ow&s;t to me,</L>
<L>That thou e&s;pecially (deare B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">rd) beware</L>
<PB N="128" REF="68">
<L>Of impure thoughts, or vncleane cha&s;tity:</L>
<L>For we mu&s;t wa&s;t together in that fire,</L>
<L>That will not burne but by true Loues de&s;ire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>A &s;pot of that foule mon&s;ter neare did &s;taine,</L>
<L>The&s;e drooping feathers, nor I neuer knew</L>
<L>In what ba&s;e filthy clymate doth remaine</L>
<L>That &s;pright incarnate; and to tell you true,</L>
<L>I am as &s;potle&s;&s;e as the pure&s;t whight,</L>
<L>Cleare without &s;taine, of enuy, or de&s;pight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then to you next adioyning groue we'le flye,</L>
<L>And gather &s;weete wood for to make our flame,</L>
<L>And in a manner &s;acrificingly,</L>
<L>Burne both our bodies to reuiue one name:</L>
<L>And in all humblene&s;&s;e we will intreate,</L>
<L>The hot earth parching Sunne to lend his heate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why now my heart is light, this very doome</L>
<L>Hath bani&s;ht &s;orrow from my pen&s;iue brea&s;t:</L>
<L>And in my bo&s;ome there is left no roome,</L>
<L>To &s;et blacke melancholy, or let him re&s;t;</L>
<L>Ile fetch &s;weete mirrhe to burne, and licorice,</L>
<L>Sweete Iuniper, and &s;traw them ore with &s;pice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Pile vp the wood, and let vs inuocate</L>
<L>His great name that doth ride within his chariot,</L>
<L>And guides the dayes bright eye, let's nominate</L>
<L>Some of his ble&s;&s;ings, that he well may wot,</L>
<L>Our faithfull &s;eruice and humility,</L>
<L>Offer'd vnto his highe&s;t Deiety.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="129" REF="68">
<L>Great God <HI>Apollo,</HI> for the tender loue,</L>
<L>Thou once did&s;t beare to wilfull <HI>Phaeton,</HI></L>
<L>That did de&s;ire thy chariots rule aboue,</L>
<L>Which thou did&s;t grieue in hart to thinke vpon:</L>
<L>Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,</L>
<L>That &s;hall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>For thy &s;weet <HI>Daphnes</HI> &s;ake thy be&s;t beloued,</L>
<L>And for the Harpe receiu'd of <HI>Mercury,</HI></L>
<L>And for the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> of thee fauored,</L>
<L>Who&s;e gift of wit excels all exellency:</L>
<L>Send thy hot kindling fire into this wood,</L>
<L>That &s;hall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>For thy &s;weet fathers &s;ake great <HI>Iupiter,</HI></L>
<L>That with his thunder-bolts commands the earth,</L>
<L>And for <HI>Latonas</HI> &s;ake thy gentle mother,</L>
<L>That fir&s;t gaue <HI>Phoebus</HI> glories liuely breath:</L>
<L>Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,</L>
<L>That &s;hall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stay, &s;tay, poore <HI>Turtle,</HI> &ocirc; we are betraid,</L>
<L>Behind you little bu&s;h there &s;its a &s;py,</L>
<L>That makes me blu&s;h with anger, halfe afraid,</L>
<L>That in our motions &s;ecrecly would pry:</L>
<L>I will go chide with him, and driue him thence,</L>
<L>And plague him for pre&s;umptions foule offence.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Be not affraid, it is the <HI>Pellican,</HI></L>
<L>Looke how her yong-ones make her bre&s;t to bleed,</L>
<L>And drawes the bloud foorth, do the be&s;t &s;he can,</L>
<PB N="130" REF="69">
<L>And with the &s;ame their hungry fancies feede,</L>
<L>Let her alone to vew our Tragedy,</L>
<L>And then report our Loue that &s;he did &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See beauteous <HI>Phoenix</HI> it begins to burne,</L>
<L>O ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Phoebus,</HI> happy, happy light,</L>
<L>Now will I recompence thy great good turne,</L>
<L>And fir&s;t (deare bird) Ile vani&s;h in thy <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ight,</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt &s;ee with what a quicke de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Ile leape into the middle of the fire.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay <HI>Turtle</HI> &s;tay, for I will fir&s;t prepare;</L>
<L>Of my bones mu&s;t the Princely <HI>Phoenix</HI> ri&s;e,</L>
<L>And ift be po&s;&s;ible thy bloud wele &s;pare,</L>
<L>For none but for my &s;ake, do&s;t thou de&s;pi&s;e</L>
<L>This frailty of thy life, &ocirc; liue thou &s;till&punc;</L>
<L>And teach the ba&s;e deceitfull world Loues will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>Haue I come hither drooping through the woods,</L>
<L>And left the &s;pringing groues to &s;eeke for thee?</L>
<L>Haue I for&s;ooke to bath me in the flouds,</L>
<L>And pin'd away in carefull mi&s;ery?</L>
<L>Do not deny me <HI>Phoenix</HI> I mu&s;t be</L>
<L>A partner in this happy Tragedy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<L>O holy, &s;acred, and pure perfect fire,</L>
<L>More pure then that ore which faire <HI>Dido</HI> mones,</L>
<L>More &s;acred in my louing kind de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Then that which burnt old <HI>E&s;ons</HI> aged bones,</L>
<L>Accept into your euer hallowed flame,</L>
<L>Two bodies, from the which may &s;pring one name.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="131" REF="69">
<SPEAKER>Turtle.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;weet perfumed flame, made of tho&s;e trees,</L>
<L>Vnder the which the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ne haue &s;ong</L>
<L>The prai&s;e of vertuous maids in mi&s;teries,</L>
<L>To whom the faire fac'd <HI>Nymphes</HI> did often throng;</L>
<L>Accept my body as a Sacrifice</L>
<L>Into your flame, of whom one name may ri&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phoenix.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O wilfulne&s;&s;e, &s;ee how with &s;miling cheare,</L>
<L>My poore deare hart hath flong him&s;elfe to thrall,</L>
<L>Looke what a mirthfull countenance he doth beare,</L>
<L>Spreading his wings abroad, and ioyes with all:</L>
<L>Learne thou corrupted world, learne, heare, and &s;ee,</L>
<L>Friend&s;hips vn&s;potted true &s;incerity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I come &s;weet <HI>Turtle,</HI> and with my bright wings,</L>
<L>I will embrace thy burnt bones as they lye,</L>
<L>I hope of the&s;e another Creature &s;prings,</L>
<L>That &s;hall po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e both our authority:</L>
<L>I &s;tay to long, &ocirc; take me to your glory,</L>
<L>And thus I end the <HI>Turtle</HI> Doues true &s;tory.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Pellican.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VVHat wondrous hart-grieuing &s;pectacle,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t thou beheld the worlds true miracle?</L>
<L>With what a &s;pirit did the <HI>Turtle</HI> flye</L>
<L>Into the fire, and chearfully did dye?</L>
<L>He look't more plea&s;ant in his countenance</L>
<L>Within the flame, then when he did aduance,</L>
<L>His plea&s;ant wings vpon the naturall ground,</L>
<PB N="132" REF="70">
<L>True perfect loue had &s;o his poore heart bound,</L>
<L>The <HI>Phoen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"> Natures</HI> dea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> adopted child,</L>
<L>With a pale heauy count'nance, wan and mild,</L>
<L>Grieu'd for to &s;ee him fir&s;t po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e the place,</L>
<L>That was allotted her, her &s;elfe to grace,</L>
<L>And followes cheerfully her &s;econd turne,</L>
<L>And both together in that fire do burne.</L>
<L>O if the rare&s;t creatures of the earth,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e but one at once did ere take breath</L>
<L>Within the world, &s;hould with a &s;econd he,</L>
<L>A perfect forme of loue and amitie</L>
<L>Burne both together, what &s;hould there ari&s;e,</L>
<L>And be pre&s;ented to our mortall eyes,</L>
<L>Out of the fire, but a more perfect creature?</L>
<L>Becau&s;e that two in one is put by Nature,</L>
<L>The one hath giuen the child inchaunting beautie,</L>
<L>The other giues it loue and cha&s;titie:</L>
<L>The one hath giuen it wits rarietie,</L>
<L>The other guides the wit mo&s;t charily:</L>
<L>The one for vertue doth excell the re&s;t,</L>
<L>The other in true con&s;tancie is ble&s;t.</L>
<L>If that the <HI>Phoenix</HI> had bene &s;eparated,</L>
<L>And from the gentle <HI>Turtle</HI> had bene parted,</L>
<L>Loue had bene murdred in the infancie,</L>
<L>Without the&s;e two no loue at all can be.</L>
<L>Let the loue wandring wits but learne of the&s;e,</L>
<L>To die together, &s;o their griefe to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;e:</L>
<L>But louers now adayes do loue to change,</L>
<L>And here and there their wanton eyes do range,</L>
<L>Not plea&s;ed with one choi&s;e, but &s;eeking many,</L>
<L>And in the end &s;carce is content with any:</L>
<PB N="133" REF="70">
<L>Loue now adayes is like a &s;hadowed &s;ight,</L>
<L>That &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span"> it &s;elfe in <HI>Phoebus</HI> golden light,</L>
<L>But if in kindne&s;&s;e you do &s;triue to take it,</L>
<L>Fades cleane away, and you mu&s;t needs for&s;ake it.</L>
<L>Louers are like the leaues with Winte<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;hoken,</L>
<L>Brittle&punc; like gla&s;&s;e, that with one fall is broken.</L>
<L>O fond corrupted age, when birds &s;hall &s;how</L>
<L>The world their dutie, and to let men know</L>
<L>That no &s;ini&s;ter chaunce &s;hould hinder loue,</L>
<L>Though as the&s;e two did, deaths arre&s;t they proue.</L>
<L>I can but mourne with &s;adne&s;&s;e and with griefe,</L>
<L>Not able for to yeeld the world reliefe,</L>
<L>To &s;ee the&s;e two con&s;umed in the fire,</L>
<L>Whom Loue did copulate with true de&s;ire:</L>
<L>But in the worlds wide eare I meane to ring</L>
<L>The fame of this dayes wondrous offring,</L>
<L>That they may &s;ing in notes of Cha&s;titie,</L>
<L>The <HI>Turtle</HI> and the <HI>Phoenix</HI> amitie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="conclusion">
<HEAD>Conclu&s;ion.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GEntle conceiuers of true meaning Wit,</L>
<L>Let good Experience iudge what I haue writ,</L>
<L>For the Satyricall fond applauded vaines,</L>
<L>Who&s;e bitter worme-wood &s;pirite in &s;ome &s;traines,</L>
<L>Bite like the Curres of <HI>Aegypt</HI> tho&s;e that loue them,</L>
<L>Let me alone, I will be loth <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"> moue them,</L>
<L>For why&punc; when mightie men their wit do proue,</L>
<L>How &s;hall I lea&s;t of all expect their loue?</L>
<L>Yet to tho&s;e men I gratulate &s;ome paine,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they touch tho&s;e that in art do faine.</L>
<PB N="118" REF="71">
<L>But tho&s;e that haue the &s;pirit to do good,</L>
<L>Their whips will will neuer draw one drop of blo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d:</L>
<L>To all and all in all that view my labour,</L>
<L>Of euery iudging &s;ight I craue &s;ome fauour</L>
<L>At lea&s;t to reade, and if you reading find,</L>
<L>A lame leg'd &s;taffe, tis lamene&s;&s;e of the mind</L>
<L>That had no better skill: yet let it pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>For burdnous lodes are &s;et vpon an A&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>From the &s;weet fire of perfumed wood,</L>
<L>Another princely <HI>Phoenix</HI> vpright &s;tood:</L>
<L>Who&s;e feathers purified did yeeld more light,</L>
<L>Then her late burned mother out of &s;ight,</L>
<L>And in her heart re&s;tes a perpetuall loue,</L>
<L>Sprong from the bo&s;ome of the <HI>Turtle-Doue.</HI></L>
<L>Long may the new vpri&s;ing bird increa&s;e,</L>
<L>Some humors and &s;ome motions to relea&s;e,</L>
<L>And thus to all I offer my deuotion,</L>
<L>Hoping that gentle minds accept my motion.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="cantoes">
<HEAD><HI>Cantoes Alphabet-wi&s;e to faire Phoe|nix</HI> made by the Paphian Doue.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>A. 1.</HEAD>
<L>A Hill, a hill, a <HI>Phoenix</HI> &s;eekes a Hill;</L>
<L>A promontorie top, a &s;tately Mountaine,</L>
<L>A Riuer, where poore &s;oule &s;he dippes her bill,</L>
<L>And that &s;weete &s;iluer &s;treame is <HI>Natures</HI> fountaine,</L>
<L>Accompli&s;hing all plea&s;ures at her will:</L>
<L>Ah, be my <HI>Phoenix,</HI> I will be thy <HI>Doue,</HI></L>
<L>And thou and I in &s;ecrecie will loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="119" REF="71">
<HEAD>B. 2.</HEAD>
<L>Blaze not my loue, thou Herald of the day,</L>
<L>Ble&s;&s;e not the mountaine tops with my &s;weet &s;hine,</L>
<L>Beloued more I am then thou can&s;t &s;ay,</L>
<L>Ble&s;&s;ed and ble&s;&s;ed be that Saint of mine,</L>
<L>Balme, honie &s;weet, and honor of this Clime:</L>
<L>Blotted by things vn&s;eene, belou'd of many,</L>
<L>But Loues true motion dares not giue to any.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>C. 3.</HEAD>
<L>Cha&s;tne&s;&s;e farewell, farewell the bed of Glorie,</L>
<L>Con&s;traint adew, thou art loues Enemie,</L>
<L>Come true Report, make of my Loue a Storie,</L>
<L>Ca&s;t lots for my poore heart, &s;o thou enioy me,</L>
<L>Come come &s;weet <HI>Phoenix,</HI> I at length do claime thee,</L>
<L>Cha&s;te bird, too cha&s;te, to hinder what is willing,</L>
<L>Come in mine armes and wele not &s;it a billing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>D. 4.</HEAD>
<L>Deuout obedience on my knees I profer,</L>
<L>Delight matcht with delight, if thou do craue it,</L>
<L>Denie not gentle <HI>Phoenix</HI> my &s;weet offer,</L>
<L>De&s;paire not in my loue, for thou &s;halt haue it,</L>
<L>Damne not the &s;oule to woe if thou can&s;t &s;aue it:</L>
<L>Doues pray deuoutly, O let me reque&s;t,</L>
<L>Delicious loue to build within thy ne&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>E. 5.</HEAD>
<L>Enuie is bani&s;ht, do not thou de&s;paire,</L>
<L>Euill motions tempt thee &s;ooner then the good:</L>
<L>Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire,</L>
<L>Euery thing's &s;ilent to conioyne thy blood,</L>
<L>E&s;teeme the thing that cannot be with&s;tood:</L>
<L>E&s;teeme of me, and I will lend thee fire,</L>
<PB N="136" REF="72">
<L>Euen of mine owne to fit thy &s;weet de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>F. 6.</HEAD>
<L>Faint harted &s;oule, why do&s;t thou die thy cheekes,</L>
<L>Fearfull of that which will reuiue thy &s;ence,</L>
<L>Faith and obedience thy &s;weet mercy &s;eekes,</L>
<L>Friends plighted war with thee I will commence,</L>
<L>Feare not at all, tis but &s;weet Loues offence,</L>
<L>Fit to be done, &s;o doing tis not &s;eene,</L>
<L>Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>G. 7.</HEAD>
<L>Gold beautifying <HI>Phoenix,</HI> I mu&s;t prai&s;e thee,</L>
<L>Graunt gracious heauens a delight&s;ome Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Giue me old <HI>Homers</HI> &s;pirit, and Ile rai&s;e thee,</L>
<L>Gracious in thought do not my Loue refu&s;e,</L>
<L>Great map of beauty make thou no excu&s;e,</L>
<L>Gain&s;t my true louing &s;pirit do not carpe,</L>
<L>Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>H. 8.</HEAD>
<L>Health to thy vertues, health to all thy beauty,</L>
<L>Honour attend thy &s;teps when thou art going,</L>
<L>High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty;</L>
<L>Hart-groning care to thee &s;till &s;tands a woing,</L>
<L>Haue pitty on him <HI>Phoenix</HI> for &s;o doing:</L>
<L>Helpe his di&s;ea&s;e, and cure his malady,</L>
<L>Hide not thy &s;ecret glory lea&s;t he die.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>I. 9.</HEAD>
<L>I Loue, &ocirc; Loue how thou abu&s;e&s;t me,</L>
<L>I &s;ee the fire, and warme me with the flame,</L>
<L>I note the errors of thy deity:</L>
<L>In <HI>Ve&s;tas</HI> honor, <HI>Venus</HI> lu&s;ts to tame,</L>
<L>I in my humors yeeld thee not a name,</L>
<PB N="137" REF="72">
<L>I count thee fooli&s;h, fie Adultrous boy,</L>
<L>I touch the &s;weete, but cannot ta&s;t the loy.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>K. 10.</HEAD>
<L>Ki&s;&s;es are true loues pledges, ki&s;&s;e thy deare <HI>Turtle,</HI></L>
<L>Keepe not from him the &s;ecrets of thy youth:</L>
<L>Knowledge he'le teach thee vnder a greene &s;pred Mirtle,</L>
<L>Kend &s;halt thou be of no man, of my truth,</L>
<L>Know fir&s;t the motion, when the life en&s;ueth:</L>
<L>Knocke at my harts dore, I will be thy porter,</L>
<L>So thou wilt let me enter in thy dorter.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>L. 11.</HEAD>
<L>Loue is my great Aduotrix, at thy &s;hrine</L>
<L>Loue pleads for me, and from my tongue doth &s;ay,</L>
<L>Lie where thou wilt, my hart &s;hall &s;leepe with thine,</L>
<L>Lamenting of thy beauty fre&s;h as May,</L>
<L>Looke <HI>Phoenix</HI> to thy &s;elfe do not decay:</L>
<L>Let me but water thy dead &s;aple&s;&s;e floure,</L>
<L>Loue giues me hope t'will flouri&s;h in an houre.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>M. 12.</HEAD>
<L>Make not a Iewell of nice Cha&s;tity,</L>
<L>Mu&s;ter and &s;ummon all thy wits in one,</L>
<L>My heart to thee &s;weares perfect con&s;tancy:</L>
<L>Motions of zeale are to be thought vpon,</L>
<L>Marke how thy time is ouer&s;pent, and gone,</L>
<L>Mi&s;-led by folly, and a kind of feare,</L>
<L>Marke not thy beauty &s;o my deare&s;t deare.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>N. 13.</HEAD>
<L>Note but the fre&s;h bloom'd Ro&s;e within her pride,</L>
<L>(No Ro&s;e to be compared vnto thee)</L>
<L>Nothing &s;o &s;oone vnto the ground will &s;lide,</L>
<L>Not being gathered in her chiefe&s;t beauty,</L>
<PB N="138" REF="73">
<L>Neglecting time it dies with infamy:</L>
<L>Neuer be <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">oy, le&s;t whil'&s;t thy leaues are &s;pred,</L>
<L>None gather thee, and then thy grace is dead,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>O. 14.</HEAD>
<L>O looke vpon me, and within my brow,</L>
<L>Officious motions of my hart appeares,</L>
<L>Opening the booke of Loue, wherein Ivow,</L>
<L>Ouer thy &s;hrine to &s;hed continuall teares:</L>
<L>O no, I &s;ee my <HI>Phoenix</HI> hath no Eares,</L>
<L>Or if &s;he haue Eares, yet no Eyes to &s;ee,</L>
<L>O all di&s;graced with continuall follie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>P. 15.</HEAD>
<L>Proud Cha&s;tity, why do&s;t thou &s;eeke to wrong</L>
<L><HI>Phoenix</HI> my Loue, with le&s;&s;ons too preci&s;e?</L>
<L>Pray thou for me, and I will make a &s;ong,</L>
<L>Pend in thine honor, none &s;hall equalize,</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e not her, who&s;e beauty charmes mine eyes,</L>
<L>Plead, &s;ue, and &s;eeke, or I will bani&s;h thee,</L>
<L>Her body is my Ca&s;tle and my fee.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>Q. 16.</HEAD>
<L>Que&s;tion not <HI>Phoenix</HI> why I do adore thee,</L>
<L>Quite captiuate and pri&s;ner at thy call,</L>
<L>Quit me with Loue againe, do not abhor me,</L>
<L>Queld downe with hope as &s;ubiugate to thrall,</L>
<L>Quaild will I neuer be de&s;pight of all;</L>
<L>Quaking I &s;tand before thee, &s;till expecting</L>
<L>Thine owne con&s;ent, our ioyes to be effecting.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="17">
<HEAD>R. 17.</HEAD>
<L>Remember how thy beauty is abu&s;ed,</L>
<L>Ract on the tenter-hookes of foule di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Riuers are dry, and mu&s;t be needs refu&s;ed,</L>
<PB N="139" REF="73">
<L>Re&s;tore new water in that dead founts place,</L>
<L>Refre&s;h thy feathers, beautifie thy face:</L>
<L>Reade on my booke, and there thou &s;halt behold</L>
<L>Rich louing letters printed in fine gold.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="18">
<HEAD>S. 18.</HEAD>
<L>Shame is a&s;hamed to &s;ee thee ob&s;tinate,</L>
<L>Smiling at thy womani&s;h conceipt,</L>
<L>Swearing that honor neuer thee begat,</L>
<L>Sucking in poy&s;on for a &s;ugred baite,</L>
<L>Singing thy pride of beauty in her height:</L>
<L>Sit by my &s;ide, and I will &s;ing to thee</L>
<L>Sweet ditties of a new fram'd harmony.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="19">
<HEAD>T. 19.</HEAD>
<L>Thou art a <HI>Turtle</HI> wanting of thy mate,</L>
<L>Thou crok'&s;t about the groues to find thy Louer,</L>
<L>Thou fly'&s;t to woods, and fertile plaines do&s;t hate:</L>
<L>Thou in obliuion do&s;t true vertue &s;mother,</L>
<L>To thy &s;weet &s;elfe thou can&s;t not find another:</L>
<L>Turne vp my bo&s;ome, and in my pure hart,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt behold the <HI>Turtle</HI> of thy &s;mart.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="20">
<HEAD>V. 20.</HEAD>
<L>Vpon a day I &s;ought to &s;cale a Fort,</L>
<L>Vnited with a Tower of &s;ure defence;</L>
<L>Vncomfortable trees did marte my &s;port,</L>
<L>Vnlucky Fortune with my woes expence,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> with <HI>Mars</HI> would not &s;weet war commence,</L>
<L>Vpon an Alter would I offer Loue,</L>
<L>And Sacrifice my &s;oule poore <HI>Turtle</HI> Doue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="21">
<HEAD>W. 21.</HEAD>
<L>Weepe not my <HI>Phoenix,</HI> though I daily weepe,</L>
<L>Woe is the Herald that declares my tale,</L>
<PB N="140" REF="74">
<L>Worthy thou art in <HI>&V;enus</HI> lap to &s;leepe,</L>
<L>Wantonly couered with God <HI>Cupids</HI> vale,</L>
<L>With which he doth all mortall &s;ence exhale:</L>
<L>Wa&s;h not thy cheekes, vnle&s;&s;e I &s;it by thee,</L>
<L>To dry them with my &s;ighes immediatly.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="22">
<HEAD>X. 22.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Xantha</HI> faire Nimph&punc; re&s;emble not in Nature,</L>
<L><HI>Xantippe</HI> Loue to patient <HI>Socrates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Xantha</HI> my Loue is a more milder creature,</L>
<L>And of a Nature better for to plea&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>Xantippe</HI> thought her true Loue to di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>But my rare <HI>Phoenix</HI> is at la&s;t well plea&s;'d,</L>
<L>To cure my pa&s;&s;ions, pa&s;&s;ions &s;eldome ea&s;'d.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="23">
<HEAD>Y. 23.</HEAD>
<L>Yf thou haue pitty, pitty my complaining,</L>
<L>Yt is a badge of Vertue in thy &s;exe,</L>
<L>Yf thou do kill me with thy coy di&s;daining,</L>
<L>Yt will at length thy &s;elfe-will angui&s;h vexe,</L>
<L>And with continuall &s;ighes thy &s;elfe perplexe:</L>
<L>Ile helpe to bring thee wood to make thy fire,</L>
<L>If thou wilt giue me ki&s;&s;es for my hire.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="24">
<HEAD>Z. 24.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Zenobia</HI> at thy feete I bend my knee,</L>
<L>For thou art Queene and Empre&s;&s;e of my hart,</L>
<L>All ble&s;&s;ed hap and true felicity,</L>
<L>All plea&s;ures that the wide world may impart,</L>
<L>Befall thee for thy gracious good de&s;art:</L>
<L>Accept my meaning as it fits my turne,</L>
<L>For I with thee to a&s;hes meane to burne.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="cantoes">
<PB N="141" REF="74" MS="y">
<HEAD>Cantoes &V;erbally written.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1. <HI>Pittie me that dies for thee.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Pittie me that dies for thee.</HI></NOTE>PIttie my plainings thou true nur&s;e of pittie,</L>
<L>Me hath thy piercing lookes enioynd to &s;ighing,</L>
<L>That cannot be redre&s;&s;ed, for thy beautie</L>
<L>Dies my &s;ad heart, &s;ad heart that's drown'd with weeping:</L>
<L>For what &s;o ere I thinke, or what I doe,</L>
<L>Thee with mine eyes, my thoughts, my heart, I woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2. <HI>My life you &s;aue, if you I haue.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My life you &s;aue, if you I haue.</HI></NOTE>My eyes, my hand, my heart &s;eeke to maintaine</L>
<L>Life for thy loue, therefore be gracious,</L>
<L>You with your kindne&s;&s;e haue my true heart &s;laine,</L>
<L>Saue my poore life, and be not tyrannous,</L>
<L>If any grace do in thy brea&s;t remaine,</L>
<L>You women haue bene counted amorous;</L>
<L>I pine in &s;adne&s;&s;e, all proceeds from thee,</L>
<L>Haue me in liking through thy clemencie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3. <HI>Do thou by me, as I by thee.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Do thou by me, as I by thee.</HI></NOTE>Do not exchange thy loue, le&s;t in exchanging,</L>
<L>Thou beare the burd'nous blot of foule di&s;grace,</L>
<L>By that bad fault are many faults containing,</L>
<L>Me &s;till a&s;&s;uring nothing is &s;o ba&s;e,</L>
<L>As in the worlds eye alwayes to be ranging:</L>
<L>I &s;weare &s;weete <HI>Phoenix</HI> in this holy ca&s;e,</L>
<L>By all the &s;acred reliques of true loue,</L>
<PB N="142" REF="75">
<L>Thee to adore whom I &s;till con&s;tant proue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.
<L><HI>Vout&s;afe to thinke how I do pine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In louing thee that art not mine.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Vout&s;afe to thinke how I do pine&punc;</HI></NOTE>Vout&s;afe with &s;plendor of thy gracious looke,</L>
<L>To grace my pa&s;&s;ions, pa&s;&s;ions &s;till increa&s;ing:</L>
<L>Thinke with thy &s;elfe how I thy ab&s;ence brooke,</L>
<L>How day by day, my plaints are neuer cea&s;ing,</L>
<L>I haue for thee all companies for&s;ooke;</L>
<L>Do thou reioyce, and in reioycing &s;ay,</L>
<L>Pine nere &s;o much Ile take thy griefe away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>In louing thee that art not mine.</HI></NOTE>In that great gracing word &s;halt thou be counted</L>
<L>Louing to him, that is thy true &s;worne louer,</L>
<L>Thee on the &s;tage of honor haue I mounted,</L>
<L>That no ba&s;e mi&s;tie cloud &s;hall euer couer:</L>
<L>Art thou not faire? thy beautie do not &s;mother;</L>
<L>Not in thy flouring youth, but &s;till &s;uppo&s;e</L>
<L>Mine owne to be, my neuer dying <HI>Ro&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.
<L><HI>My de&s;tinie to thee is knowne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cure thou my &s;mart, I am thine owne.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My de&s;tinie <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">o thee is knowne.</HI></NOTE>My time in loues blindidlene&s;&s;e is &s;pent,</L>
<L>De&s;tinie and Fates do will it &s;o,</L>
<L>To <HI>Circes</HI> charming tongue mine eare I lent,</L>
<L>Thee louing that do&s;t wi&s;h my ouerthrow:</L>
<L>Is not this world wrapt in incon&s;tancie,</L>
<L>Knowne to mo&s;t men as hels mi&s;erie?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Cure thou my &s;mart I am thine thine.</HI></NOTE>Cure of my wound is pa&s;t all Phi&s;ickes skill,</L>
<L>Thou mai&s;t be gracious, at thy very looke</L>
<PB N="143" REF="75">
<L>My wounds will clo&s;e, that would my bodie kill,</L>
<L>Smart will b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span">&s;de that could no plai&s;ters brooke;</L>
<L>I of my <HI>Phoenix</HI> being quite for&s;ooke,</L>
<L>Am like a man that nothing can fulfill:</L>
<L>Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me,</L>
<L>Owne heart, owne loue&punc; that neuer will for&s;ake thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6. <HI>Ore my heart your eyes do idolatrize.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Ore my heart your eyes do idola|trize.</HI></NOTE>Ore the wide world my loue-layes Ile be &s;ending,</L>
<L>My loue-layes in my Loues prai&s;e alwayes written,</L>
<L>Heart-comfortable motions &s;till attending,</L>
<L>Your beautie and your vertuous zeale commending,</L>
<L>Eyes that no fro&s;ts-cold-rage hath euer bitten:</L>
<L>Do you then thinke that I in Loues hot fire,</L>
<L>Idolatrize and &s;urphet in de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7.
<L><HI>I had rather loue though in vaine that face,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then haue of any other grace.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I had rather loue though in</HI></NOTE>I being forc'd to carrie <HI>Venus</HI> &s;hield,</L>
<L>Had rather beare a <HI>Phoenix</HI> for my cre&s;t,</L>
<L>Rather then any bird within the field,</L>
<L>Loue tels me that her beautie is the be&s;t:</L>
<L>Though &s;ome de&s;ire faire <HI>Ve&s;tas Turtle-doue,</HI></L>
<L>In my Birds bo&s;ome re&s;teth perfect loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Vaine that face, then haue of any other grace.</HI></NOTE>Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie,</L>
<L>That will not cau&s;e my bird that is &s;o rare,</L>
<L>Face all the world for her rarietie,</L>
<L>Then who with her for honor may compare?</L>
<L>Haue we one like her for her pride of beautie,</L>
<L>Of all the feathered Quier in the aire?</L>
<PB N="144" REF="76">
<L>Any but vnto her do owe their dutie:</L>
<L>Other may blaze, but I will alwaies &s;ay,</L>
<L>Grace whom thou li&s;t, &s;he beares the palme away,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8. <HI>What euer fall, I am at call.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>What euer fall, I am at call.</HI></NOTE>What thunder &s;tormes of enuie &s;hall ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Euer to thee my heart is durable,</L>
<L>Fall fortunes wheele on me to tyrrannize,</L>
<L>I will be alwayes found inexorable:</L>
<L>Am I not then to thee mo&s;t &s;table?</L>
<L>At morne, midnight, and at mid-dayes &s;unne,</L>
<L>Call when thou wilt, my deare, to thee Ile runne.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9.
<L><HI>I had rather loue, though in vaine that face.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then haue of any other grace,</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I had rather loue though in vaine</HI></NOTE>I now do wi&s;h my loue &s;hould be relieued,</L>
<L>Had I my thoughts in compa&s;&s;e of my will,</L>
<L>Rather then liue and &s;urfeit being grieued,</L>
<L>Loue in my brea&s;t doth wondrous things fulfill,</L>
<L>Though loues vnkindne&s;&s;e many men do kill,</L>
<L>In her I tru&s;t, that is my true &s;worne louer,</L>
<L>Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues &s;mother.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>that face, then haue of any other grace.</HI></NOTE>That &s;he is faire, <HI>Nature</HI> her &s;elfe alloweth,</L>
<L>Face full of beauty, eyes re&s;embling fire,</L>
<L>Then my pure hart to loue thy hart &s;till voweth,</L>
<L>Haue me in fauour for my good de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Of holy loue, Loues Temple to a&s;pire;</L>
<L>Any but thee my thoughts will nere require,</L>
<L>Other &s;weet motions now I will conceale</L>
<L>Grace the&s;e rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<PB N="141" REF="76">
<HEAD>10. <HI>Di&s;grace not me, in louing thee.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Di&s;grace not me in louing thee.</HI></NOTE>Di&s;grace be bani&s;ht from thy heauenly brow,</L>
<L>Not entertained of thy piercing eie,</L>
<L>Me thy &s;weete lippes, a &s;weet touch will allow,</L>
<L>In thy faire bo&s;ome would I alwayes lie,</L>
<L>Louing in &s;uch a downe-bed to be placed,</L>
<L>Thee for to plea&s;e, my &s;elfe for euer graced.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11.
<L><HI>I had rather loue though in vaine that face,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then haue of any other grace.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I had rather loue though in vaine that face, then haue of any other grace.</HI></NOTE>I liue enricht with gifts of great content,</L>
<L>Had my de&s;ires the guerdon of good will,</L>
<L>Rather then ta&s;te of Fortunes fickle bent,</L>
<L>Loue bids me die, and &s;corne her witle&s;&s;e skill,</L>
<L>Though Loue command, De&s;paire doth &s;til attend,</L>
<L>In hazard proues oft times but doubtfull end.</L>
<L>Vaine is the loue encountred with denayes,</L>
<L>That yeelds but griefe, where grace &s;hould rather grow,</L>
<L>Face full of furie, voide of curteous prai&s;e:</L>
<L>Then &s;ince all loue con&s;i&s;ts of weale and woe,</L>
<L>Haue &s;till in mind, that loue de&s;erues the be&s;t,</L>
<L>Of hearts the touch&s;tone, inward motions louing,</L>
<L>Any that yeelds the fruite of true-loues re&s;t,</L>
<L>Other I loue vnworthie of commending,</L>
<L>Grac'd with bare beautie, beautie mo&s;t offending.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12. <HI>My &s;elfe and mine, are alwayes thine.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My &s;elfe and mine are alwayes thine.</HI></NOTE>My care to haue my blooming Ro&s;e not wither,</L>
<L>Selfe-louing Enuie &s;hall it not denie,</L>
<L>And that ba&s;e weed thy growth doth &s;eeke to hinder,</L>
<PB N="142" REF="77">
<L>Mine hands &s;hall pull him vp immediatly,</L>
<L>Are they not enuious mon&s;ters in thine eie,</L>
<L>Alwayes with vaine occa&s;ions to inclo&s;e</L>
<L>Thine euer growing beautie, like the Ro&s;e?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>13.
<L><HI>The darting of your eies, may heale or wound,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let not empiring lookes my heart confound.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>The darting of your eyes may heale or wound.</HI></NOTE>The ey-bals in your head are <HI>Cupids</HI> fire,</L>
<L>Darting &s;uch hot &s;parkles at my bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Offorce I am enthrald, and do de&s;ire</L>
<L>Your gracious loue, to make me happie ble&s;t:</L>
<L>Eyes, lippes, and tongue haue cau&s;ed my vnre&s;t,</L>
<L>May I vnto the height of grace a&s;pire,</L>
<L>Heale my &s;icke heart with loues great griefe oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld &s;uch fuell,</L>
<L>Wound me to death, and &s;o be counted cruell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Let not empiring lookes my heart confound</HI></NOTE>Let the wide ope-mouth'd world &s;launder the guiltie,</L>
<L>Not my dead <HI>Phoenix,</HI> that doth &s;corne &s;uch &s;hame,</L>
<L>Empiring honor blots &s;uch infamie,</L>
<L>Lookes dart away the blemi&s;h of that name;</L>
<L>My thoughts progno&s;ticate thy Ladies pittie:</L>
<L>Hearts-ea&s;e to thee, this coun&s;ell will I giue,</L>
<L>Confound thy foes, but let true louers liue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>14. <HI>You are my ioy, be not &s;o coy.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Con are my ioy, be not too coy.</HI></NOTE>You be&s;t belou'd, you honor of delight,</L>
<L>Are the bright &s;hining Starre that I adore,</L>
<L>My eyes like Watchmen gaze within the night,</L>
<PB N="143" REF="77" MS="y">
<L>Ioy fils my heart when you do &s;hine before,</L>
<L>Be not di&s;gra&s;iue to thy friend therefore:</L>
<L>Too glorious are thy lookes to entertaine</L>
<L>Coy thoughts, fell peeui&s;h deeds, our ba&s;e di&s;daine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>15. <HI>For you I die, being ab&s;ent from mine eye.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>For you I die, being ab&s;ent from my eye.</HI></NOTE>For all the holy rites that <HI>Venus</HI> v&s;eth,</L>
<L>You I coniure to true obedience:</L>
<L>I offer faith, which no kind hart refu&s;eth,</L>
<L>Die periur'd Enuie for thy late offence,</L>
<L>Being enamored of rich Beauties pride,</L>
<L>Ab&s;ent, I freeze in Winters pining cold,</L>
<L>From thee I &s;it, as if thou had&s;t denide,</L>
<L>My loue-&s;icke pa&s;&s;ions twentie times retold:</L>
<L>Eye-dazling Mi&s;tris, with a looke of pittie,</L>
<L>Grace my &s;ad Song, and my hearts pining Dittie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>16. <HI>Send me your heart, to ea&s;e my &s;mart.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Send me your heart to ea&s;e my &s;mart.</HI></NOTE>Send but a glaunce of amours from thine eie,</L>
<L>Me will it raui&s;h with exceeding plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Your eye-bals do enwrap my de&s;tinie,</L>
<L>Heart &s;icke with &s;orrow, &s;orrow out of mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>To thinke vpon my loues continuall folly:</L>
<L>Ea&s;e thou my paine from pitties golden trea&s;ure;</L>
<L>My griefe proceeds from thee, and I &s;uppo&s;e</L>
<L>Smart of my &s;mart, will my lifes bloud inclo&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="17">
<HEAD>17. <HI>Seeing you haue mine, let me haue thine.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Seeing you haue mine let me haue thine.</HI></NOTE>Seeing my pa&s;&s;ions are &s;o penetrable,</L>
<L>You of all other &s;hould be pittifull,</L>
<L>Haue mind of me, and you'le be fauourable,</L>
<PB N="144" REF="78">
<L>Mine hart doth tell me you are mercifull,</L>
<L>Let my harts loue be alwayes violable,</L>
<L>Me haue you found in all things dutifull,</L>
<L>Haue me in fauour, and thy &s;elfe &s;halt &s;ee,</L>
<L>Thine and none others, will I all wayes be.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="18">
<HEAD>18. <HI>Within thy bre&s;t, my hart doth re&s;t.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Within thy bre&s;t, my hart doth re&s;t.</HI></NOTE>Within the circuit of a Chri&s;tall &s;pheare,</L>
<L>Thy eyes are pla&s;t, and vnderneath tho&s;e eyes,</L>
<L>Bre&s;t of hard flint, eares that do &s;corne to heare</L>
<L>My dayes &s;ad gronings, and night waking cries,</L>
<L>Hart &s;ore &s;icke pa&s;&s;ions, and Loues agonies,</L>
<L>Doth it become thy beauty? no, a &s;taine</L>
<L>Re&s;ts on thy bright brow wrinckled with di&s;daine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="19">
<HEAD>19. <HI>O let me heare, from thee my deare.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>O let me heare, from thee my deare.</HI></NOTE>Otongue thou ha&s;t bla&s;phem'd thy holy Godde&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Let me do penance for offending thee,</L>
<L>Me do thou blame for my forgetfulne&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Heare my &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion, thou wilt &s;uccor me:</L>
<L>From thy harts clo&s;et commeth gentlene&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency,</L>
<L>My hart is &s;orrie, and Ile bite my tongue,</L>
<L>Deare that to thee, to thee I offred wrong.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="20">
<HEAD>20. <HI>My Phoenix rare, is all my care.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My Phoenix rare, is all my care.</HI></NOTE>My life, my hart, my thoughts, I dedicate,</L>
<L><HI>Phoenix</HI> to thee, <HI>Phoenix</HI> of all beauty,</L>
<L>Rare things in hart of thee I meditate,</L>
<L>Is it not time, I come to &s;hew my duty?</L>
<L>All fauors vnto thee I con&s;ecrate,</L>
<PB N="145" REF="78">
<L>My goods, my lands, my &s;elfe, and all is thine,</L>
<L>Care tho&s;e that li&s;t, &s;o thou faire bird be mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="21">
<HEAD>21. <HI>I would I might, be thy delight.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I would I might, be thy delight.</HI></NOTE>I wi&s;h for things, would they might take effect,</L>
<L>Would they might end, and we enioy our plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>I vow I would not proffred time neglect,</L>
<L>Might I but gather &s;uch vnlook't for trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Be all things enuious I would the re&s;pect,</L>
<L>Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule,</L>
<L>Delight matcht with delight, doth me controule.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="22">
<HEAD>22. <HI>If I you haue, none el&s;e I craue.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>If I you haue, none el&s;e I craue.</HI></NOTE>If adoration euer were created,</L>
<L>I am a Mai&s;ter of that holy Art,</L>
<L>You my aduotrix, whom I haue admired,</L>
<L>Haue of my true deuotion bore a part:</L>
<L>None but your &s;elfe may here be nominated,</L>
<L>El&s;e would my tongue my true obedience thwart:</L>
<L>I cannot flatter, Loue will not allow it,</L>
<L>Craue thou my hart, on thee I will be&s;tow it.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="23">
<HEAD>23. <HI>Be you to me, as I to thee.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Be you to me, as I to thee.</HI></NOTE>Bee the poore Bee, &s;ucke hony from the flower,</L>
<L>You haue a &s;pacious odoriferous field,</L>
<L>To ta&s;t all moy&s;ture, where in &s;weet <HI>Floras</HI> bower,</L>
<L>Me &s;hall you find &s;ubmi&s;&s;iuely to yeeld,</L>
<L>As a poore Captiue looking for the hower;</L>
<L>I may haue gracious lookes, el&s;e am I kild,</L>
<L>To dye by you were life, and yet thy &s;hame,</L>
<L>Thee would the wide world hate, my folly blame.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="24">
<PB N="146" REF="79">
<HEAD>24. <HI>You are the fir&s;t, in whom I tru&s;t.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>You are the fir&s;t, in whom I tru&s;t.</HI></NOTE>You in your bo&s;ome hauing plac'd a light,</L>
<L>Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet,</L>
<L>The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t to the &s;hore, where I may &s;et my feet</L>
<L>In &s;afegard, void of Dangers cruell &s;pight,</L>
<L>Whom in di&s;grace Loue and fel Enuie meet,</L>
<L>I mu&s;ter vp my &s;pirits, and they flie;</L>
<L>Tru&s;t of thy faith controules mine enemie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="25">
<HEAD>25. <HI>You are the la&s;t my loue &s;hall ta&s;te.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>You are the la&s;t my loue &s;hall ta&s;te.</HI></NOTE>You &s;tanding on the tower of hope and feare,</L>
<L>Are timerous of &s;elfe-will fooli&s;hne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare&punc;</L>
<L>La&s;t can it not, tis womans peeui&s;hne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>My kind affections can it not forbeare,</L>
<L>Loue tels me that tis bred in idlene&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Shall &s;uch occa&s;ion hinder thee or me?</L>
<L>Ta&s;te fir&s;t the fruit, and then commend the tree.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="26">
<HEAD>26. <HI>If you I had, I &s;hould be glad.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>If you I had, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;hould be glad.</HI></NOTE>If the Sunne &s;hine, the harue&s;t man is glad,</L>
<L>You are my Sunne, my dayes delight &s;ome Queene,</L>
<L>I am your harue&s;t laborer almo&s;t mad,</L>
<L>Had I not my glorious commet &s;eene,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h that I might &s;it within thy &s;hade,</L>
<L>Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade:</L>
<L>Be not <HI>Narci&s;&s;us,</HI> but be alwaies kind,</L>
<L>Glad to obtain the thing thou neare could&s;t find.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="27">
<HEAD>27.
<PB N="147" REF="79"> Though place be far, my heart is nar.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Though place be far, my heart is nar.</HI></NOTE>Though thou my Doue from me be &s;eparated,</L>
<L>Place, nor the di&s;tance &s;hall not hinder me,</L>
<L>Be con&s;tant for a while, thou mai&s;t be thwarted,</L>
<L>Far am I not, Ile come to &s;uccour thee.</L>
<L>My heart and thine, my &s;weet &s;hall nere be parted,</L>
<L>Heart made of loue, and true &s;implicitie:</L>
<L>Is not Loue lawle&s;&s;e, full of powerfull might?</L>
<L>Nar to my heart that &s;till with Loue doth fight.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="28">
<HEAD>28. <HI>My thoughts are dead, cau&s;e thou art &s;ped.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My thoughts are dead, cau&s;e thou art &s;ped.</HI></NOTE>My inward <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> can &s;ing of nought but Loue,</L>
<L>Thoughts are his Heralds, &s;lying to my brea&s;t</L>
<L>Are entertained, if they thence remoue,</L>
<L>Dead &s;hall their ma&s;ter be, and in vnre&s;t;</L>
<L>Cau&s;e all the world thy hatred to reproue,</L>
<L>Thou art that All-in-all that I loue be&s;t:</L>
<L>Art thou then cruell? no thou can&s;t not be</L>
<L>Sped with &s;o foule a fi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nd as Crueltie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="29">
<HEAD>29. <HI>I &s;end my heart to thee, where gladly I would be.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I &s;end my heart to thee.</HI></NOTE>I of all other am faire <HI>Venus</HI> thrall,</L>
<L>Send me but plea&s;ant glances of thine eie,</L>
<L>My &s;oule will leape with ioy and dance withall,</L>
<L>Heart of my heart, and &s;oules felicitie:</L>
<L>To beauties Queene my heart is &s;anctified,</L>
<L>Thee aboue all things haue I deified.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where is Affections? fled to Enuies caue?<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Where gladly I would be.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie,</L>
<L>I from foule bondage will my <HI>Phoenix</HI> &s;aue,</L>
<PB N="148" REF="80">
<L>Would &s;he in loue requite my courte&s;ie,</L>
<L>Be louing as thou art faire, el&s;e &s;hall I &s;ing,</L>
<L>Thy beautie a poi&s;nous bitter thing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="30">
<HEAD>30.
<L><HI>If you me iu&s;t haue knowne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then take me for your owne.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>If you me iu&s;t haue known,</HI></NOTE>If you be faire, why &s;hould you be vnkind?</L>
<L>You haue no perfect rea&s;on for the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find</L>
<L>Iu&s;t mea&s;ure at my hands, but you to blame,</L>
<L>Haue from the deepe&s;t clo&s;et of your heart,</L>
<L>Knowne my pure thoughts, and yet I pine in &s;mart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Then take me for your owne.</HI></NOTE>Then in the deepe&s;t mea&s;ure of pure loue,</L>
<L>Take pittie on the &s;ad &s;icke pining &s;oule,</L>
<L>Me may you count your vnknowne <HI>Turtle-Doue,</HI></L>
<L>For in my bo&s;omes chamber, I enroule</L>
<L>Your deepe loue-darting eie, and &s;till will be</L>
<L>Owne of your owne, de&s;pight extremitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="31">
<HEAD>31. <HI>My heart I &s;end, to be your friend.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My heart I &s;end, to be your friend.</HI></NOTE>My deare &s;oules comfort, and my hopes true &s;olace,</L>
<L>Heart of my heart, and my liues &s;ecret ioy,</L>
<L>I in conceit do thy &s;weete &s;elfe embrace,</L>
<L>Send cloudie exhalations cleane away</L>
<L>To the blind mi&s;tie North, there for to &s;tay:</L>
<L>Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place,</L>
<L>Your armes the circling folds that &s;hall enclo&s;e me,</L>
<L>Friend me with this, and thou &s;halt neuer lo&s;e me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="32">
<HEAD>32. <HI>I haue no loue, but you my Doue.</HI></HEAD>
<PB N="149" REF="80">
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I haue no loue but you my doue.</HI></NOTE>I pine in &s;adne&s;&s;e, and in &s;ad &s;ongs &s;inging</L>
<L>Haue &s;pent my time, my ditties har&s;h and ill,</L>
<L>No &s;ight but thy faire &s;ight would I be &s;eeing:</L>
<L>Loue in my bo&s;ome keepes his ca&s;tle &s;till,</L>
<L>But being di&s;&s;euered I &s;it alwayes pining,</L>
<L>You do procure me <HI>Niobes</HI> cup to fill,</L>
<L>My dutie yet remembred I dare proue,</L>
<L>Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="34">
<HEAD>34. <HI>I will not change, though &s;ome be &s;trange.</HI></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I will not change though &s;ome be &s;trange.</HI></NOTE>I cannot &s;tir one foote from <HI>&V;enus</HI> gate,</L>
<L>Will you come &s;it, and beare me company?</L>
<L>Not one but you can make me fortunate:</L>
<L>Change when thou wilt, it is but cruelty,</L>
<L>Though vnto women it is giuen by fate,</L>
<L>Some gentle minds the&s;e ranging thoughts do hate:</L>
<L>Be thou of that mind, el&s;e I will conclude,</L>
<L>Strange ha&s;t thou alter'd Loue, to be &s;o rude.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Thoughts keepe me waking.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Thoughts keepe me waking.</HI></NOTE>Thoughts like the ayrie puffing of the wind,</L>
<L>Keepe a &s;weet faining in my Loue-&s;icke bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Me &s;till a&s;&s;uring that thou art mo&s;t kind&punc;</L>
<L>Waking in plea&s;ure, &s;leeping &s;ure in re<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>That no &s;leepes dreamings, nor no waking cries,</L>
<L>To our &s;weet louing thoughts, &s;weet re&s;t denies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Seeing that my hart made choi&s;e of thee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then frame thy &s;elfe to comfort me.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Seeing that my heart made choi&s;e of thee,</HI></NOTE>Seeing Loue is plea&s;'d with Loues enamor'd ioyes,</L>
<L>That Fortune cannot cro&s;&s;e &s;weet <HI>Cupids</HI> will,</L>
<PB N="150" REF="81">
<L>My Loues content, not with fond wanton toyes:</L>
<L>Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindne&s;&s;e kill,</L>
<L>Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill:</L>
<L>Choi&s;e now is fram'd to further all annoyes:</L>
<L>Of all &s;weete thoughts, of all &s;weete happie re&s;t,</L>
<L>Thee haue I cho&s;e, to make me three times ble&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Then frame thy &s;elfe to comfort me.</HI></NOTE>Then let our holy true a&s;piring loue,</L>
<L>Frame vs the &s;weete&s;t mu&s;icke of De&s;ire:</L>
<L>Thy words &s;hall make true concord, and remoue</L>
<L>Selfe-will it &s;elfe, for <HI>Venus</HI> doth require</L>
<L>To be acquainted with thy beauties fire:</L>
<L>Comfort my heart, for comfort tels me this,</L>
<L>Me ha&s;t thou cho&s;e of all to be thy bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>My heart is bound to fauour thee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then yeeld in time to pittie me.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My heart is bound to fauour thee,</HI></NOTE>My <HI>Phoenix</HI> hath two &s;tarre-re&s;embling Eyes,</L>
<L>Heart full of pittie, and her &s;miling looke,</L>
<L>Is of the Sunnes complexion, and replies,</L>
<L>Bound for performance by faire <HI>Venus</HI> booke</L>
<L>To faithfulne&s;&s;e, which from her nur&s;e &s;he tooke:</L>
<L>Fauour in her doth &s;pring, in vertuous prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Thee Eloquence it &s;elfe &s;hall &s;eeke to rai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Then yeeld in time to pittie me.</HI></NOTE>Then in performance of this gracious right,</L>
<L>Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer,</L>
<L>In recompence how I haue lou'd thy &s;ight,</L>
<L>Time &s;hall from time to time to thee di&s;couer:</L>
<L>To thee is giuen the power of <HI>Cupids</HI> might,</L>
<L>Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart,</L>
<PB N="151" REF="81">
<L>Me promi&s;ing to cure a curele&s;&s;e &s;mart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>I ioy to find a con&s;tant mind.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I ioy to find a constant mind.</HI></NOTE>I am encompa&s;t round about with ioy,</L>
<L>Ioy to enioy my &s;weete, for &s;he prote&s;teth</L>
<L>To comfort me that langui&s;h in annoy,</L>
<L>Find ea&s;e if any &s;orrow me mole&s;teth,</L>
<L>A happie man that &s;uch a loue po&s;&s;e&s;&s;eth:</L>
<L>Con&s;tant in words, and alwayes vowes to loue me,</L>
<L>Mind me &s;he will, but yet &s;he dares not proue me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>My heart by hope doth liue,</HI></L>
<L><HI>De&s;ire no ioy doth giue.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My heart by hope doth liue.</HI></NOTE>My loue and deare&s;t life to thee I con&s;ecrate,</L>
<L>Heart of my hearts deare trea&s;ure, for I &s;triue</L>
<L>By thy deuinene&s;&s;e too deuine to nominate,</L>
<L>Hope of approued faith in me mu&s;t thriue:</L>
<L>Doth not the God of Loue that's mo&s;t deuine&punc;</L>
<L>Liue in thy bo&s;omes clo&s;et and in mine?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>De&s;ire to that vn&s;peakable delight,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>De&s;ire no ioy doth giue.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>No &s;harpe conceited wit can nere &s;et downe,</L>
<L>Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-&s;ight,</L>
<L>Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne:</L>
<L>Giue thou the on&s;et and the foe will flie,</L>
<L>Amazed at thy great commanding beautie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Death &s;hall take my life away,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Before my friend&s;hip &s;hall decay.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Death &s;hall take my life away.</HI></NOTE>Death that heart-wounding Lord, &s;weet louers foe,</L>
<L>Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete,</L>
<PB N="152" REF="82">
<L>Take them into thy hand and worke my woe,</L>
<L>My woe that thy minds angui&s;h will regreet:</L>
<L>Life, hart, ioy, greeting and all my plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Away are gone and fled from my deare trea&s;ure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Before my friend&s;hip &s;hall decay.</HI></NOTE>Before one &s;taine &s;hal blot thy &s;carlet die,</L>
<L>My bloud &s;hall like a fountaine wa&s;h the place,</L>
<L>Friend&s;hip it &s;elfe knit with mortality,</L>
<L>Shall thy immortall blemi&s;h quite di&s;grace:</L>
<L>Decay &s;hall all the world, my Loue in thee</L>
<L>Shall liue vn&s;tain'd, vntoucht perpetually.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Let truth report what hart I beare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To her that is my deare&s;t deare.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Let truth report what heart I beare,</HI></NOTE>Let not foule pale-fac'd <HI>Enuy</HI> be my foe,</L>
<L>Truth mu&s;t declare my &s;potle&s;&s;e loyalty,</L>
<L>Report vnto the world &s;hall plainely &s;how</L>
<L>What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee,</L>
<L>Hart fram'd of perfect Loues &s;incerity:</L>
<L>I cannot flatter, this I plainely &s;ay,</L>
<L>Beare with fal&s;e words, ile beare the blame away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>To her that is my deare&s;t deare.</HI></NOTE>To change in loue is a ba&s;e &s;imple thing,</L>
<L>Her name will be ore&s;tain'd with periury,</L>
<L>That doth delight in nothing but di&s;&s;embling?</L>
<L>Is it not &s;hame &s;o for to wrong faire beau<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">y,</L>
<L>My true approued toung mu&s;t an&s;wer I</L>
<L>Deare&s;t beware of this, and learne of me,</L>
<L>Deare is that Loue combin'd with Cha&s;tity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Seene hath the eye, cho&s;en hath the hart:</HI></L>
<PB N="153" REF="82">
<L><HI>Firme is the faith, and loth to depart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Seene hath the eie, cho&s;en hath</HI></NOTE>Seene in all learned arts is my beloued,</L>
<L>Hath anie one &s;o <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">aire a Loue as I?</L>
<L>The &s;tony-hearted &s;auage hath &s;he moued,</L>
<L>Eye for her eye tempts blu&s;hing cha&s;titie,</L>
<L>Cho&s;en to make their nine a perfect ten,</L>
<L>Hath the &s;weet <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> honored her agen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>T<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>The heart, firme is the faith,</HI></NOTE>he bright-ey'd wandring world doth alwaies &s;eeke,</L>
<L>Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee,</L>
<L>Firme tru&s;t, pure thoughts, a mind that's alwayes meeke,</L>
<L>Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie:</L>
<L>The honor of our age, the onely faire,</L>
<L>Faiths mi&s;tris, and Truths deare adopted heire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>And loth to depart.</HI></NOTE>And tho&s;e that do behold thy heauenly beautie,</L>
<L>Loth to for&s;ake thee, &s;poile them&s;elues with gazing,</L>
<L>To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie,</L>
<L>Depart they will not but with &s;ad amazing:</L>
<L>To dimme their ey-&s;ight looking gain&s;t the &s;unne,</L>
<L>Who&s;e hot reflecting beames will neare be donne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>No woe &s;o great in loue, not being heard,</HI></L>
<L><HI>No plague &s;o great in loue, being long deferd.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>No woe &s;o great in loue.</HI></NOTE>No tongue can tell the world my hearts deepe angui&s;h,</L>
<L>Woe, and the minds great perturbation&punc;</L>
<L>So trouble me, that day and night I langui&s;h,</L>
<L>Great cares in loue &s;eeke my de&s;truction:</L>
<L>In all things gracious, &s;auing onely this,</L>
<L>Loue is my foe, that I account my bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="154" REF="83">
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Not being hard, nor plague &s;o</HI></NOTE>Not all the world could profer me di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Being maintained faire&s;t faire by thee,</L>
<L>Hard-fortune &s;hall thy &s;eruant nere outface,</L>
<L>No &s;tormes of Di&s;cord &s;hould di&s;comfort me:</L>
<L>Plague all the world with frownes my <HI>Turtle-doue,</HI></L>
<L>So that thou &s;mile on me and be my loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>great in loue being long deferd.</HI></NOTE>Great Mi&s;tris, matchle&s;&s;e in thy &s;oueraigntie,</L>
<L>In lue and recompence of my affection,</L>
<L>Loue me againe, this do I beg of thee,</L>
<L>Being bound by <HI>Cupids</HI> kind direction:</L>
<L>Long haue I &s;u'd for grace, yet &s;til I find,</L>
<L>Deferd I am by her that's mo&s;t vnkind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>And if my loue &s;hall be releeu'd by thee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My heart is thine, and &s;o account of me.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>And if my loue &s;hal be releeu'd</HI></NOTE>And yet a &s;tedfa&s;t hope maintaines my hart,</L>
<L>If anie fauour fauourably proceede</L>
<L>My deare from thee, the curer of my &s;mart,</L>
<L>Loue that ea&s;eth minds oppre&s;t with neede,</L>
<L>Shall be the true Phi&s;ition of my griefe,</L>
<L>Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'&s;t reliefe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>by thee, My heart is thine</HI></NOTE>By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth,</L>
<L>Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any,</L>
<L>My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth,</L>
<L>Heart freed from any one, then freed from many:</L>
<L>Is it not ba&s;e to change? yea &s;o they &s;ay,</L>
<L>Thine owne confe&s;&s;ion loue denies delay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>and &s;o account of me.</HI></NOTE>And by the high imperiall &s;eate of <HI>Ioue,</HI></L>
<L>So am I forc'd by <HI>Cupid</HI> for to &s;weare,</L>
<L>Account I mu&s;t of thee my <HI>Turtle-doue,</HI></L>
<PB N="155" REF="83">
<L>Of thee that Times long memorie &s;hall outweare:</L>
<L>Me by thy &s;tedfa&s;t truth and faith denying,</L>
<L>To promi&s;e any hope on thee relying.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>My pa&s;&s;ions are a hell and death to me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vnle&s;&s;e you feele remorce and pitie me.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My pa&s;&s;ions are a hell and</HI></NOTE>My &s;weete&s;t thoughts &s;weet loue to thee I &s;end,</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;ions deeply ingrafted, vnremouable</L>
<L>Are my affections, and I mu&s;t commend</L>
<L>A &s;tedfa&s;t tru&s;t in thee mo&s;t admirable:</L>
<L>Hell round enwraps my bodie by di&s;daine,</L>
<L>And then a heauen if thou loue againe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>death to me, vnle&s;&s;e you &s;eele</HI></NOTE>Death haunts me at the heeles, yet is affraid,</L>
<L>To touch my bo&s;ome, knowing thou lou'&s;t me,</L>
<L>Me &s;ometimes terrifying by him betraid,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e &s;weete helpfull &s;uccour come from thee:</L>
<L>You well I know, the honor of mine eie,</L>
<L>Feele &s;ome remorcefull helpe in mi&s;erie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>remorce and pittie me.</HI></NOTE>Remorce &s;its on thy brow triumphantly.</L>
<L>And &s;miles vpon my face with gentle cheere;</L>
<L>Pittie, loues gracious mother dwels in thee,</L>
<L>Me fauouring, abandoning ba&s;e feare,</L>
<L>Death is amazed, viewing of thy beautie,</L>
<L>Thinking thy &s;elfe perfect eternitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>My pure&s;t loue doth none but thee adore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">eartie thoughts are thine, I loue no more.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>My pore&s;t loue doth none but</HI></NOTE>My comfortable &s;weete approued Mi&s;tris,</L>
<L>Pure&s;t of all the pure that nature framed,</L>
<L>Loue in the height of all our happine&s;&s;e,</L>
<PB N="156" REF="84" MS="y">
<L>Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named:</L>
<L>None can giue forth thy con&s;tancie approued,</L>
<L>But I that tride thy faith, my be&s;t beloued.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Thee adore, my heartie thoughts are</HI></NOTE>Thee in the temple of faire <HI>Venus</HI> &s;hrine</L>
<L>Adore I mu&s;t, and kneele vpon my knee,</L>
<L>My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine,</L>
<L>Heartie in kindne&s;&s;e, yeelding vnto me:</L>
<L>Thoughts the much-great di&s;turbers of our re&s;t</L>
<L>Are fled, and lodge in &s;ome vnquiet bre&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Thine I loue none more.</HI></NOTE>Thine euer vnremou'd and &s;till kept word,</L>
<L>I pondred oftentimes within my mind:</L>
<L>Loue told me that thou neuer would&s;t afford,</L>
<L>None other grace but that which I did find,</L>
<L>More comfortable did this &s;ound in mine eare,</L>
<L>Then &s;weete relea&s;ement to a man in feare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>I do re&s;olue to loue no loue but thee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Therefore be kind, and fauour none but me.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I do re&s;olue to loue no</HI></NOTE>I &s;ometime &s;itting by my &s;elfe alone,</L>
<L>Do meditate of things that are en&s;uing,</L>
<L>Re&s;olue I do that thou mu&s;t end my moue,</L>
<L>To &s;trengthen Loue if loue &s;hould be declining.</L>
<L>Loue in thy bo&s;ome dwels, and tels me &s;till,</L>
<L>No enuious &s;tormes &s;hall thwart affections will.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Loue but thee therefore be kind.</HI></NOTE>Loue hath amz'd the world, plac'd in thy brow,</L>
<L>But yet &s;laui&s;h di&s;daine &s;eekes for to cro&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Thee and my &s;elfe, that haue combin'd our vow,</L>
<L>Therefore that mon&s;ter cannot worke our lo&s;&s;e:</L>
<PB N="157" REF="84" MS="y">
<L>Be all the winds of Anger bent to rage,</L>
<L>Kind &s;halt thou find me, thus my hart I gage.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>and fauour none but me.</HI></NOTE>And from my faith that's vnremoueable,</L>
<L>Fauour be &s;eated in thy maiden eie,</L>
<L>None can receiue it loue more acceptable</L>
<L>But I my &s;elfe, waiting thy pittying mercie:</L>
<L>Me ha&s;t thou made the &s;ub&s;tance of delight,</L>
<L>By thy faire &s;unne-re&s;embling heauenly &s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Ah quoth &s;he, but where is true Loue?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Where quoth he? where you and I loue.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I quoth &s;he, were thine like my loue.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Why quoth he, as you loue I loue.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Ah quoth he, but where is true loue?</HI></NOTE>Ah thou imperious high commaunding Lord,</L>
<L>(Quoth he) to <HI>Cupid</HI> gentle god of Loue,</L>
<L>He that I honor mo&s;t will not accord,</L>
<L>But &s;triues again&s;t thy Iu&s;tice from aboue,</L>
<L>Where I haue promi&s;t faith, my plighted word</L>
<L>Is quite refu&s;ed with a ba&s;e reproue:</L>
<L>True louing honour this I onely will thee,</L>
<L>Loue thy true loue, or el&s;e fal&s;e loue will kill me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Where quoth he, where you and I loue,</HI></NOTE>Where &s;hall I find a heart that's free from guile?</L>
<L>Quoth Faithfulne&s;&s;e, within my louers bre&s;t.</L>
<L>He at the&s;e plea&s;ing words began to &s;mile,</L>
<L>Where Angui&s;h wrapt his thoughts in much vnre&s;t:</L>
<L>You did with pretie tales the time beguile,</L>
<L>And made him in conceited plea&s;ure ble&s;t,</L>
<L>I grac'd the words &s;poke with &s;o &s;weet a tong,</L>
<L>Loue being the holy burden of your &s;ong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="158" REF="85">
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I quoth &s;he were thine like my loue.</HI></NOTE>I grac'd your &s;ong of Loue, but by the way,</L>
<L>(Quoth true Experience,) &s;it and you &s;hall &s;ee,</L>
<L>She will enchaunt you with her heauenly lay:</L>
<L>Were you fram'd all of heauenly Pollicie,</L>
<L>Thine eares &s;hould drinke the poi&s;on of Delay,</L>
<L>Like as I &s;aid, &s;o did it proue to be,</L>
<L>My Mi&s;tris beautie grac'd my Mi&s;tris &s;ong,</L>
<L>Loue plea&s;d more with her Eyes then with her Tong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Why quoth he as you loue I loue.</HI></NOTE>Why then in deepene&s;&s;e of &s;weete Loues delight,</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, the perfect Mi&s;tris of De&s;ire,</L>
<L>He that I honor mo&s;t bard from my &s;ight,</L>
<L>As a bright Lampe kindles Affections fire:</L>
<L>You Magicke operations worke your &s;pight,</L>
<L>Loue to the mountaine top of will a&s;pires:</L>
<L>I chalenge all in all, and this I &s;ing,</L>
<L>Loue is a holy Saint, a Lord, a King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ah Loue, where is thy faith in &s;weete loue?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue,</HI></L>
<L><HI>El&s;e let my heart be plagu'd with fal&s;e loue.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Why art thou &s;trange to me my Deare?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Not &s;trange when as I loue my deare:</HI></L>
<L><HI>But thou esteem'&s;t not of thy deare.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yes when I know my deare&s;t deare.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Why is my Loue &s;o fal&s;e to me?</HI></L>
<L><HI>My loue is thine if thou lou'&s;t me:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thee I loue, el&s;e none contents me.</HI></L>
<PB N="159" REF="85">
<L><HI>If thou lou'&s;t me, it not repents me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ah quoth he, wher's faith in &s;weete loue?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Why quoth &s;he, conioynd in true loue.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ah quoth he, I hope of thy loue:</HI></L>
<L><HI>El&s;e quoth &s;he, Ile die a fal&s;e loue.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ah my Deare, why do&s;t thou kill me?</HI></L>
<L><HI>No my deare, Loue doth not will me.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then in thine armes thou &s;halt enfould me.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, my deare, there thou &s;halt hold me:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And holding me betweene thine armes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I &s;hall embrace &s;weete Louers Charmes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Though death from life my bodie part,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet neare the le&s;&s;e keepe thou my hart.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Though death from life my bodie part,</HI></NOTE>Though &s;ome men are incon&s;tant, fond, and fickle,</L>
<L>Deaths a&s;hie count'nance &s;hall not alter me:</L>
<L>From gla&s;&s;e they take their &s;ub&s;tance being brittle,</L>
<L>Life, Heart, and Hand &s;hall awaies fauour thee,</L>
<L>My Pen &s;hall write thy vertues regi&s;trie,</L>
<L>Bodie conioyn'd with bodie, free from &s;trife,</L>
<L>Part not in &s;under till we part our life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Yet nere the le&s;&s;e keepe thou my heart.</HI></NOTE>Yet my &s;oules life to my deare lifes concluding,</L>
<L>Nere let Ab&s;urditie that villaine, theefe,</L>
<L>The mon&s;ter of our time, mens prai&s;e deriding,</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e in per&s;euerance, of &s;mall knowledge chiefe,</L>
<L>Keep the ba&s;e Gate to things that are excelling,</L>
<L>Thou by faire vertues prai&s;e mai&s;t yeeld reliefe,</L>
<PB N="160" REF="86">
<L>My lines are thine, then tell Ab&s;urditie,</L>
<L>Hart of my deare, &s;hall blot his villanie&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Where hearts agree, no &s;trife can be.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Where hearts agree, no &s;trife can be.</HI></NOTE>Where faithfulne&s;&s;e vnites it &s;elfe with loue,</L>
<L>Hearts pin'd with &s;orrow cannot di&s;agree:</L>
<L>Agree they mu&s;t of force, for from aboue</L>
<L>No wind oppre&s;&s;ing mi&s;chiefe may we &s;ee:</L>
<L>Strife is quite bani&s;ht from our companie.</L>
<L>Can I be &s;ad? no, Plea&s;ure bids me &s;ing,</L>
<L>Be ble&s;&s;ed, for &s;weete Loue's a happie thing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne,</HI></NOTE>Thy true vn&s;peakable fidelitie.</L>
<L>Vowes made to <HI>Cupid</HI> and his faire-fac'd mother,</L>
<L>My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous cha&s;titie:</L>
<L>Loue thee alone I will, and loue none other,</L>
<L>And if thou find not my loues &s;ecrecie,</L>
<L>Heart fauoring <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">ee, then do thou Fancie &s;mother.</L>
<L>Hath all the world &s;uch a true Bird as I,</L>
<L>Wonne to this fauour by my con&s;tancie?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne.</HI></NOTE>Till that leane fle&s;hles cripple, pale-fac'd Death,</L>
<L>Thy louely Doue &s;hall pierce with his fell dart,</L>
<L>Vntruth in my faire bo&s;ome nere takes breath:</L>
<L>Hath any loue &s;uch a firme con&s;tant heart?</L>
<L>It is thine owne, vnle&s;&s;e thou keepe it &s;till</L>
<L>Vndone &s;hall I be, cleane again&s;t my will.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="161" REF="86">
<HEAD>Time &s;hall tell thee, how well I loue thee,</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Time &s;hall tell thee, how well I loue thee.</HI></NOTE>Time <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">rue proportioner of things,</L>
<L>Sha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span">he end &s;hew my affection,</L>
<L>Tell <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ree from whence all the&s;e my pa&s;&s;ions &s;pring,</L>
<L>Thee honoring that of loue haue made election:</L>
<L>How often I haue made my offerings,</L>
<L>Well knowne to <HI>Venus</HI> and her louely &s;onne,</L>
<L>I to the wide world &s;hall my pa&s;&s;ions runne:</L>
<L>Loue is a Lord of hearts, a great Commander,</L>
<L>Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>Mo&s;t deuine and &s;acred,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Haue I found your loue vnspotted.</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Mo&s;t deuine and &s;acred haue I found your loue vn&s;potted</HI></NOTE>Mo&s;t reuerend Mi&s;tris honor of mine eie,</L>
<L>Deuine, mo&s;t holy in religious loue,</L>
<L>And Lord it &s;elfe of my hearts emperie,</L>
<L>Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue,</L>
<L>Haue in remembrance what affection willeth:</L>
<L>I it reuiues the mind, and the mind killeth.</L>
<L>Found haue I written in your skie-like brow,</L>
<L>Your neuer cea&s;ing kind humilitie,</L>
<L>Loue for your &s;ake to me hath made a vow,</L>
<L>Vn&s;potted &s;hall I find your con&s;tancie,</L>
<L>And without &s;taine, to thy pure &s;tainle&s;&s;e beautie,</L>
<L>Shall my hearts bo&s;ome offer vp his dutie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>The want of thee is death to me.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>The want of thee is death to me.</HI></NOTE>The day &s;hall be all night, and night all day,</L>
<L>Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light,</L>
<PB N="162" REF="87">
<L>Of a blacke darkne&s;&s;e, before thy loue will &s;tay</L>
<L>Thee from thy plea&s;ure of thy hearts delight.</L>
<L>Is not Affection nur&s;e to long Delay?</L>
<L>Deaths Me&s;&s;enger, that barres me from thy &s;ight?</L>
<L>To be in ab&s;ence, is to burne in fire,</L>
<L>Me round enwrapping with hot Loues de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>I loue to be beloued.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I loue to be beloued.</HI></NOTE>I do acknowledge of all con&s;tant pure,</L>
<L>Loue is my true thoughts herrald, and Ile &s;ing</L>
<L>To be of thy thoughts clo&s;et, firme and &s;ure,</L>
<L>Be the world &s;till thy vertues deifying:</L>
<L>Beloued of the mo&s;t, yet mo&s;t of many,</L>
<L>Affirme my deare, thou art belou'd of any.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>I &s;corne if I be &s;corned.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>I &s;corne if I be &s;corned.</HI></NOTE>I being not belou'd by my affection,</L>
<L>Scorne within my thoughts &s;uch bad di&s;grace,</L>
<L>If thou of me do make thy firme election,</L>
<L>I to none other loue will giue my place:</L>
<L>Be thou my Saint, my bo&s;omes Lord to proue,</L>
<L>Scorned of all, Ile be thy true&s;t loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>The heart's in paine, that loues in vaine.</HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>The heart's in paine that loues in vaine,</HI></NOTE>The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued,</L>
<L>Hearts angui&s;h, and &s;ad lookes may te&s;tifie:</L>
<L>In night they &s;leepe not, and in day perplexed,</L>
<L>Paine of this &s;orrow makes them melancholy,</L>
<PB N="163" REF="87">
<L>That in di&s;daine the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> minds are vexed,</L>
<L>Loues terror is &s;o &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span">, &s;o &s;trong, &s;o mightie,</L>
<L>In all things vnre&s;i&s;table, being aliue,</L>
<L>Vaine he re&s;i&s;ts that gain&s;t loues force doth &s;triue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD><L><HI>What greater ioy can be then this;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Where loue enioyes each louers wi&s;h?</HI></L></HEAD>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>What greater ioy can be then this,</HI></NOTE>What may we count the world if loue were dead?</L>
<L>Greater in woe, then woe it &s;elfe can be,</L>
<L>Ioy from mans &s;ecret bo&s;ome being fled,</L>
<L>Cannot but kill the heart immediatly,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e by ioy the heart is nouri&s;hed:</L>
<L>Then entertaine &s;weete loue within thy bre&s;t,</L>
<L>This motion in the end will make thee ble&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Where loue enioyes each louers wi&s;h.</HI></NOTE>Where two harts are vnited all in one,</L>
<L>Loue like a King, a Lord, a Soueraigne,</L>
<L>Enioyes the throne of bli&s;&s;e to &s;it vpon,</L>
<L>Each &s;ad heart crauing aid, by <HI>Cupid</HI> &s;laine:</L>
<L>Louers be merrie, Loue being dignified,</L>
<L>Wi&s;h what you will, it &s;hall not be denied.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Finis. quoth R. Che&s;ter.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
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</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="88">
<PB REF="88">
<P>HEREAFTER FOLLOW DIVERSE Poeticall E&s;&s;aies on the former Sub|iect; viz: the Turtle and Phoenix. Done by the be&s;t and chiefe&s;t of our moderne writers, with their names &s;ub|&s;cribed to their particular workes: neuer before extant. And (now fir&s;t) con&s;ecrated by them all generally, to the loue and merite of the true-noble Knight, Sir Iohn Salisburie.</P>
<Q LANG="lat">Dignum laude virum Mu&s;a vetat mori.</Q>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>Woodcut printer's device of Richard Field, showing an anchor .</FIGDESC>
<P>AN CHORA. SPEI.</P>
</FIGURE></P>
<P>MDCI.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="89" MS="y">
<PB N="167" REF="89">
<HEAD>INVOCATIO, <HI>Ad Apollinem &amp; Pierides.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GOod Fate, faire <HI>The&s;pian Deities,</HI></L>
<L>And thou bright God, who&s;e golden Eies,</L>
<L>Serue as a Mirrour to the &s;iluer Morne,</L>
<L>When (in the height of Grace) &s;he doth adorne</L>
<L>Her Chry&s;tall pre&s;ence, and inuites</L>
<L>The euer-youthfull <HI>Bromius</HI> to delights,</L>
<L>Sprinckling his &s;ute of <HI>Vort</HI> with Pearle,</L>
<L>And (like a loo&s;e enamour'd Girle)</L>
<L>Ingles his cheeke; which (waxing red with &s;hame)</L>
<L>In&s;tincts the &s;en&s;le&s;&s;e Grapes to do the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Till by his &s;weete reflection fed,</L>
<L>They gather &s;pirit, and grow di&s;coloured.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To your high influence we commend</L>
<L>Our following Labours, and &s;u&s;tend</L>
<L>Our mutuall palmes, prepar'd to gratulate</L>
<L>An <HI>honorable friend:</HI> then propagate</L>
<L>With your illu&s;trate faculties</L>
<L>Our mentall powers; In&s;truct vs how to ri&s;e</L>
<L>In weighty Numbers, well pur&s;u'd,</L>
<L>And varied from the Multitude:</L>
<L>Be laui&s;h once, and plenteou&s;ly profu&s;e</L>
<L>Your holy waters, to our thir&s;tie <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That we may giue a Round to him</L>
<L>In a <HI>Ca&s;talian</HI> boule, crown'd to the brim.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>&V;atum Chorus.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB N="168" REF="90">
<HEAD>To the worthily honor'd Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>NOble&s;t of minds, here do the</HI> Mu&s;es <HI>bring</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vnto your &s;afer iudgements ta&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pure iuice that flow'd from the</HI> Pierian <HI>&s;prings,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Not filch'd, nor borrow'd, but exhaust</HI></L>
<L><HI>By the flame-hair'd</HI> Apollos <HI>hand:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And at his well-ob&s;eru'd command,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For you infu&s;de in our retentiue braine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is now di&s;tild thence, through our quilles againe.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Value our ver&s;e, as you approue the worth;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And thinke of what they are create,</HI></L>
<L><HI>No Mercenarie hope did bring them forth,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They tread not in that &s;eruile Gate;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a true Zeale, borne in our &s;pirites,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;pon&s;ible to your high Merites,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And an</HI> Inuention, <HI>freer then the</HI> Times,</L>
<L><HI>The&s;e were the Parents to our &s;euerall Rimes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wherin</HI> Kind, Learned, Enuious, <HI>al may view,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That we haue writ worthy our &s;elues and you.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Vatum Chorus.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="169" REF="90">
<HEAD>The fir&s;t.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>The &s;iluer Vault ofheauen, hath but one Eie,</L>
<L>And that's the Sunne: the foule-maskt-Ladie, Night</L>
<L>(Which blots the Cloudes, the white Booke of the Skie,)</L>
<L>But one &s;icke <HI>Phoebe,</HI> feuer-&s;haking-Light:</L>
<L>The heart, one &s;tring: &s;o, thus in &s;ingle turnes,</L>
<L>The world one <HI>Phoenix,</HI> till another burnes.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The burning.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Svppo&s;e here burnes this wonder of a breath,</L>
<L>In righteous flames, and holy-heared fires:</L>
<L>(Like Mu&s;icke-which doth rapt it &s;elfe to death,</L>
<L>Sweet'ning the inward roome of mans De&s;ires;)k</L>
<L>So &s;he wa&s;t's both her wings in piteous &s;trife;</L>
<L>The flame that eates her, feedes the others life:</L>
<L>Her rare-dead a&s;hes, fill arare-liue vrne:</L>
<L>One <HI>Phoenix</HI> borne, another <HI>Phoenix</HI> burne.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Fgnoto.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="170" REF="91">
<LG>
<L>LEt the bird of lowde&s;t lay,</L>
<L>On the &s;ole <HI>Arabian</HI> tree,</L>
<L>Herauld &s;ad and trumpet be:</L>
<L>To who&s;e &s;ound cha&s;te wings obay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thou &s;hriking harbinger,</L>
<L>Foule precurrer of the fiend,</L>
<L>Augour of the feuers end,</L>
<L>To this troupe come thou not neere.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From this Se&s;&s;ion interdict</L>
<L>Euery foule of tyrant wing,</L>
<L>Saue the Eagle feath'red King,</L>
<L>Keepe the ob&s;equie &s;o &s;trict.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let the Prie&s;t in Surples white,</L>
<L>That defunctiue Mu&s;icke can,</L>
<L>Be the death-deuining Swan,</L>
<L>Le&s;t the <HI>Requiem</HI> lacke his right.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thou treble dated Crow,</L>
<L>That thy &s;able gender mak'&s;t,</L>
<L>With the breath thou giu'&s;t and tak'&s;t,</L>
<L>Mong&s;t our mourners &s;halt thou go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here the Antheme doth commence,</L>
<L>Loue and Con&s;tancie is dead,</L>
<L><HI>Phoenix</HI> and the <HI>Turtle</HI> fled,</L>
<L>In a mutuall flame from hence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So they loued as loue in twaine,</L>
<L>Had the e&s;&s;ence but in one,</L>
<PB N="171" REF="91">
<L>Two di&s;tincts Diui&s;ion none,</L>
<L>Number there in loue was &s;laine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hearts remote, yet not a&s;under;</L>
<L>Di&s;tance and no &s;pace was &s;eene,</L>
<L>Twixt this <HI>Turtle</HI> and his Queene;</L>
<L>But in them it were a wonder.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So betweene them Loue did &s;hine,</L>
<L>That the <HI>Turtle</HI> &s;aw his right,</L>
<L>Flaming in the <HI>Phoenix</HI> &s;ight;</L>
<L>Either was the others mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Propertie was thus appalled,</L>
<L>That the &s;elfe was not the &s;ame:</L>
<L>Single Natures double name,</L>
<L>Neither two nor one was called.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rea&s;on in it &s;elfe confounded,</L>
<L>Saw Diui&s;ion grow together,</L>
<L>To them&s;elues yet either neither,</L>
<L>Simple were &s;o well compounded.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That it cried, how true a twaine,</L>
<L>Seemeth this concordant one,</L>
<L>Loue hath Rea&s;on, Rea&s;on none,</L>
<L>If what parts, can &s;o remaine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whereupon it made this <HI>Threne,</HI></L>
<L>To the <HI>Phoenix</HI> and the <HI>Doue,</HI></L>
<L>Co-&s;upremes and &s;tarres of Loue,</L>
<L>As <HI>Chorus</HI> to their Tragique Scene.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="172" REF="92">
<HEAD>Threnos.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEautie, Truth, and Raritie,</L>
<L>Grace in all &s;implicitie,</L>
<L>Here enclo&s;de, in cinders lie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Death is now the <HI>Phoenix</HI> ne&s;t,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Turtles</HI> loyall bre&s;t,</L>
<L>To eternitie doth re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Leauing no po&s;teritie,</L>
<L>Twas not their infirmitie,</L>
<L>It was married Cha&s;titie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Truth may &s;eeme, but cannot be,</L>
<L>Beautie bragge, but tis not &s;he,</L>
<L>Truth and Beautie buried be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To this vrne let tho&s;e repaire,</L>
<L>That are either true or faire,</L>
<L>For the&s;e dead Birds, &s;igh a prayer.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>William Shake-&s;peare.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="173" REF="92">
<HEAD><HI>A narration and de&s;cription of a</HI> mo&s;t exact wondrous creature, ari&s;ing <HI>out of the Phoenix and Turtle Doues a&s;hes.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Twas a mouing <HI>Epicedium!</HI></L>
<L>Can Fire? can Time? can blacke&s;t Fate con&s;ume</L>
<L>So rare creation? No; tis thwart to &s;ence,</L>
<L>Corruption quakes to touch &s;uch excellence,</L>
<L>Nature exclaimes for Iu&s;tice, Iu&s;tice Fate,</L>
<L>Ought into nought can neuer remigrate.</L>
<L>Then looke; for &s;ee what glorious i&s;&s;ue brighter</L>
<L>Then cleare&s;t fire, and beyond faith farre whiter</L>
<L>Then <HI>Dians</HI> tier) now &s;prings from yonder flame?</L>
<L>Let me &s;tand numb'd with wonder, neuer came</L>
<L>So &s;trong amazement on a&s;toni&s;h'd eie</L>
<L>As this, this mea&s;urele&s;&s;e pure Raritie.</L>
<L>Lo now; th'xtracture of deuine&s;t <HI>E&s;&s;ence,</HI></L>
<L>The Soule of heauens labour'd <HI>Quinte&s;&s;ence,</HI></L>
<L>(<HI>Peans</HI> to <HI>Phoebus</HI>) from deare Louer's death,</L>
<L>Takes &s;weete creation and all ble&s;&s;ing breath.</L>
<L>What &s;trangene&s;&s;e is't that from the <HI>Turtles</HI> a&s;hes</L>
<L>A&s;&s;umes &s;uch forme? (who&s;e &s;plendor clearer fla&s;hes,</L>
<L>Then mounted <HI>Delius</HI>) tell me genuine Mu&s;e.</L>
<L>Now yeeld your aides, you &s;pirites that infu&s;e</L>
<L>A &s;acred rapture, light my weaker eie:</L>
<L>Rai&s;e my inuention on &s;wift Phanta&s;ie,</L>
<L>That whilft of this &s;ame <HI>Metaphi&s;icall</HI></L>
<L>God, Man, nor Woman, but elix'd of all</L>
<L>My labouring thoughts, with &s;trained ardor &s;ing,</L>
<L>My Mu&s;e may mount with an vncommon wing.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="174" REF="93">
<HEAD>The de&s;cription of this Perfection.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DAres then thy too audacious &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume, define that boundle&s;&s;e <HI>Ens,</HI></L>
<L>That ample&s;t thought ttan&s;cendeth?</L>
<L>O yet vouch&s;afe my <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> to greete</L>
<L>That wondrous rarene&s;&s;e, in who&s;e &s;weete</L>
<L>All prai&s;e begins and endeth.</L>
<L>Diuine&s;t Beautie? that was &s;lighte&s;t,</L>
<L>That adorn'd this wondrous Brighte&s;t,</L>
<L>Which had nought to be corrupted.</L>
<L>In this, Perfection had no meane</L>
<L>To this, Earths pure&s;t was vncleane</L>
<L>Which vertue euen in&s;tructed.</L>
<L>By it all Beings deck'd and &s;tained,</L>
<L><HI>Ideas</HI> that are idly fained</L>
<L>Onely here &s;ub&s;i&s;t inue&s;ted.</L>
<L>Dread not to giue &s;train'd prai&s;e at all,</L>
<L>No &s;peech is Hyperbolicall,</L>
<L>To this perfection ble&s;&s;ed.</L>
<L>Thus clo&s;e my Rimes, this all that can be &s;ayd,</L>
<L>This wonder neuer can be flattered.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<HEAD>To Perfection.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Sonnet.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OFt haue I gazed with a&s;toni&s;h'd eye,</L>
<L>At mon&s;trous i&s;&s;ues of ill &s;haped birth,</L>
<L>When I haue &s;eene the Midwife to old earth,</L>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> produce mo&s;t &s;trange deformitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="175" REF="93">
<L>So haue I marueld to ob&s;erue of late,</L>
<L>Hard fauour'd Feminines &s;o &s;cant of faire,</L>
<L>That Maskes &s;o choicely, &s;heltred of the aire,</L>
<L>As if their beauties were not theirs by fate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But who &s;o weake of ob&s;eruation,</L>
<L>Hath not di&s;cern'd long &s;ince how vertues wanted,</L>
<L>How parcimoniou&s;ly the heauens haue &s;canted,</L>
<L>Our chiefe&s;t part of adornation?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now I cea&s;e to wonder, now I find</L>
<L>The cau&s;e of all our mon&s;trous penny-&s;howes:</L>
<L>Now I conceit from whence wits &s;carc'tie growes,</L>
<L>Hard fauourd features, and defects of mind.</L>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> long time hath &s;tor'd vp vertue, fairene&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Shaping the re&s;t as foiles vnto this Rarene&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Perfectioni Hymnus.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat &s;hould I call this creature,</L>
<L>Which now is growne vnto maturitie?</L>
<L>How &s;hould I bla&s;e this feature</L>
<L>As firme and con&s;tant as Eternitie?</L>
<L>Call it Perfection? Fie!</L>
<L>Tis perfecter the~ brighte&s;t names can light it:</L>
<L>Call it Heauens mirror? I.</L>
<L>Alas, be&s;t attributes can neuer right it.</L>
<L>Beauties re&s;i&s;tle&s;&s;e thunder?</L>
<L>All nomination is too &s;traight of &s;ence:</L>
<L>Deepe Contemplations wonder?</L>
<L>That appellation giue this excellence.</L>
<L>Within all be&s;t confin'd,</L>
<L>(Now feebler <HI>Genius</HI> end thy &s;lighter riming)</L>
<PB N="176" REF="94">
<L>No Suburbes <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Differentia Deorum &amp; ho|minum (apud Senecam) &s;ic ha|bet no&s;tri melior pars a|nimus in illis nulla pars ex|tra animum.</NOTE> all is <HI>Mind</HI></L>
<L>As farre from &s;pot, as po&s;&s;ible defining.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Iohn Mar&s;ton.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<HEAD>Peristeros: or the male Turtle.</HEAD>
<L>NOt like that loo&s;e and partie-liuer'd Sect</L>
<L>Of idle Louers, that (as different Lights,</L>
<L>On colour'd &s;ubiects, different hewes reflect;)</L>
<L>Change their Affections with their Mi&s;tris Sights,</L>
<L>That with her Prai&s;e, or Di&s;prai&s;e, drowne, or <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">lote,</L>
<L>And mu&s;t be fed with fre&s;h Conceits, and Fa&s;hions;</L>
<L>Neuer waxe cold, but die: loue not, but dote:</L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">(Loues fires, &s;taid Iudgeme~ts blow, not humorous Pa&s;|&s;ions,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Loues vpon their Louers pomp depend,</L>
<L>And quench as fa&s;t as her Eyes &s;parkle twinkles,</L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">(Nought la&s;ts that doth to outward worth contend,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">Al Loue in &s;mooth browes born is tomb'd in wrinkles.)</HI></L>
<L>But like the con&s;ecrated <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Turtle.</NOTE> Bird of loue,</L>
<L>Who&s;e whole lifes hap to his <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Phoenix.</NOTE> &s;ole-mate alluded,</L>
<L>Whome no prowd flockes of other Foules could moue,</L>
<L>But in her &s;elfe all companie concluded.</L>
<L>She was to him th' <HI>Anali&s;de</HI> World of plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Her firmene&s;&s;e cloth'd him in varieties;</L>
<L>Exce&s;&s;e of all things, he ioyd in her mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Mourn'd when &s;he mourn'd, and dieth when &s;he dies&punc;</L>
<L>Like him I bound th' in&s;tinct of all my powres,</L>
<L>In her that bounds the Empire of de&s;ert,</L>
<L>And Time nor Change (that all things el&s;e deuoures,</L>
<L>But truth eterniz'd in a con&s;tant heart)</L>
<L>Can change me more from her, then her from merit,</L>
<L>That is my forme, and giues my being, &s;pirit.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>George Chapman.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="177" REF="94">
<LG>
<HEAD>Praeludium.</HEAD>
<L><HI>WE mu&s;t &s;ing too? what</HI> Subiect <HI>&s;hal we chu&s;e?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or who&s;e great</HI> Name <HI>in</HI> Poets Heauen <HI>v&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For the more</HI> Countenance <HI>to our Actiue</HI> Mu&s;e?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hercules? <HI>ala&s;&s;e his bones are yet &s;ore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With his old earthly</HI> Labors; <HI>t' exact more</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of his dull</HI> Godhead, <HI>were Sinne: Lets implore</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Phoebus? <HI>No: Tend thy</HI> Cart <HI>&s;till. Enuious Day</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall not giue out, that we haue made thee &s;tay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And foundred thy hote</HI> Teame, <HI>to tune our Lay</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Nor will we beg of thee,</HI> Lord of the Vine,</L>
<L><HI>To rai&s;e our &s;pirites with thy coniuring Wine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In the greene circle of thy Iuy twine.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pallas, <HI>nor thee we call on,</HI> Mankind Maide,</L>
<L><HI>That (at thy birth) mad'&s;t the poore</HI> Smith <HI>afraide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who with his Axe thy</HI> Fathers <HI>Mid-wife plaide.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Go, crampe dull</HI> Mars, <HI>light</HI> Venus, <HI>when he &s;norts,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or with thy</HI> Tribade <HI>Trine, inuent new &s;ports,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou, nor their loo&s;ene&s;&s;e, with our</HI> Making <HI>&s;orts.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Let the</HI> old Boy <HI>your &s;onne ply his old Taske,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Turne the &s;tale</HI> Prologue <HI>to &s;ome painted Maske,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His Ab&s;ence in our</HI> Ver&s;e <HI>is all we aske.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="178" REF="95">
<L>Hermes <HI>the cheater, cannot mixe with vs,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though he would &s;teale his &s;i&s;ters</HI> Pega&s;us,</L>
<L><HI>And rifle him; or pawne his</HI> Peta&s;us.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Nor all the</HI> Ladies <HI>of the</HI> The&s;pian Lake,</L>
<L><HI>(Though they were cru&s;ht into one forme) could make</HI></L>
<L><HI>A</HI> Beauty <HI>of that</HI> Merit, <HI>that &s;hould take</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Our</HI> Mu&s;e <HI>vp by</HI> Commi&s;&s;ion: <HI>No, we bring</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our owne true Fire; Now our Thought takes wing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And now an</HI> Epode <HI>to deepe eares we &s;ing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Epos.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">NOt to know <HI>Vice</HI> at all, and keepe true &s;tate,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">Is <HI>&V;ertue;</HI> and not Fate:</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">Next to that <HI>Vertue,</HI> is, to know <HI>Vice</HI> well,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">And her blacke &s;pight expell.</HI></L>
<L>Which to effect (&s;ince no brea&s;t is &s;o &s;ure,</L>
<L>Or &s;afe, but &s;hee'l procure</L>
<L>Some way of entrance) we mu&s;t plant a guard</L>
<L>Of <HI>Thoughts,</HI> to watch and ward</L>
<L>At th' <HI>Eye</HI> and <HI>Eare,</HI> (the <HI>Ports</HI> vnto the <HI>Mind;</HI>)</L>
<L>That no &s;trange or vnkind</L>
<L>Obiect arriue there, but the <HI>Heart</HI> (our &s;pie)</L>
<L>Giue knowledge in&s;tantly.</L>
<L>To wakefull <HI>Rea&s;on,</HI> our <HI>Affections</HI> King:</L>
<L>Who (in th' examining)</L>
<L>Will quickly ta&s;te the <HI>Trea&s;on,</HI> and commit</L>
<PB N="179" REF="95">
<L>Clo&s;e, the clo&s;e cau&s;e of it.</L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">Tis the &s;ecure&s;t Pollicie we haue,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">To make our <HI>Sen&s;e</HI> our Slaue.</HI></L>
<L>But this faire cour&s;e is not embrac'd by many;</L>
<L>By many? &s;carce by any:</L>
<L>For either our <HI>Affections</HI> do rebell,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e the <HI>Sentinell,</HI></L>
<L>(That &s;hal ring larum to the <HI>Heart</HI>) doth &s;leepe,</L>
<L>Or &s;ome great <HI>Thought</HI> doth keepe</L>
<L>Backe the Intelligence, and fal&s;ely &s;weares</L>
<L>They'r ba&s;e, and idle Feares,</L>
<L>Whereof the loyall <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> &s;o complaines.</L>
<L>Thus by the&s;e &s;ubtill traines,</L>
<L>Do &s;euerall <HI>Pa&s;&s;ions</HI> &s;till inuade the <HI>Mind,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;trike our <HI>Rea&s;on</HI> blind:</L>
<L>Of which v&s;urping ranke, &s;ome haue thought <HI>Loue</HI></L>
<L>The fir&s;t; as prone to moue</L>
<L>Mo&s;t frequent Tumults, Horrors, and Vnre&s;ts,</L>
<L>In our enflamed bre&s;ts.</L>
<L>But this doth from their cloud of Error grow,</L>
<L>Which thus we ouerblow.</L>
<L>The thing they here call <HI>Loue,</HI> is blind <HI>De&s;ire,</HI></L>
<L>Arm'd with <HI>Bow, Shafts,</HI> and <HI>Fire:</HI></L>
<L>Incon&s;tant like the Sea, of whence 'tis borne,</L>
<L>Rough, &s;welling, like a Storme:</L>
<L>With w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">me who &s;ailes, rides on the &s;urge of <HI>Feare,</HI></L>
<L>And boiles as if he were</L>
<L>In a continuall Tempe&s;t. Now true <HI>Loue</HI></L>
<L>No &s;uch effects doth proue:</L>
<L>That is an <HI>E&s;&s;ence</HI> mo&s;t gentile, and fine.</L>
<L>Pure, perfect; nay diuine:</L>
<L>It is a golden Chaine let downe from Heauen,</L>
<PB N="180" REF="96">
<L>Who&s;e linkes are bright, and euen</L>
<L>That fals like Sleepe on Louers; and combines</L>
<L>The &s;oft and &s;weete&s;t <HI>Minds</HI></L>
<L>In equal knots: This beares no <HI>Brands</HI> nor <HI>Darts</HI></L>
<L>To murder different harts,</L>
<L>But in a calme and God-like vnitie,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erues <HI>Communitie.</HI></L>
<L>O who is be that (in this peace) enioyes</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Elixir</HI> of all ioyes?</L>
<L>(A Forme more fre&s;h then are the <HI>Eden</HI> bowers,</L>
<L>And la&s;ting as her flowers:</L>
<L>Richer then <HI>Time,</HI> and as <HI>Times Vertue,</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">are,</L>
<L>Sober, as &s;adde&s;t <HI>Care,</HI></L>
<L>A fixed <HI>Thought,</HI> an <HI>Eye</HI> vntaught to glance;)</L>
<L>Who (ble&s;t with &s;uch high chance)</L>
<L>Would at &s;ugge&s;tion of a &s;teepe <HI>De&s;ire,</HI></L>
<L>Ca&s;t him&s;elfe from the &s;pire</L>
<L>Of all his Happine&s;&s;e? But &s;oft: I heare</L>
<L>Some vicious <HI>Foole</HI> draw neare,</L>
<L>That cries we dreame; and &s;weares, there's no &s;uch thing</L>
<L>As this cha&s;te <HI>Loue</HI> we &s;ing.</L>
<L>Peace <HI>Luxurie,</HI> thou art like one of tho&s;e</L>
<L>Who (being at &s;ea) &s;uppo&s;e</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they moue, the <HI>Continent</HI> doth &s;o:</L>
<L>No (<HI>Vice</HI>) we let thee know,</L>
<L>Though thy wild Thoughts with <HI>Sparrowes</HI> wings do flie,</L>
<L><Q REND="margQuotes"><HI>Turtles</HI> can cha&s;tly die;</Q></L>
<L>And yet (in this t' expre&s;&s;e our &s;elfe more cleare)</L>
<L>We do not number here</L>
<L>Such Spirites as are onely continent,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e <HI>Lu&s;ts</HI> meanes are &s;pent:</L>
<L>Or tho&s;e, who doubt the common mouth of <HI>Fame,</HI></L>
<PB N="181" REF="96">
<L>And for their <HI>Place,</HI> or <HI>Name,</HI></L>
<L>Cannot &s;o &s;afely &s;inne; Their <HI>Cha&s;titie</HI></L>
<L>Is meere <HI>Nece&s;&s;itie,</HI></L>
<L>Nor meane we tho&s;e, whom <HI>Vowes</HI> and <HI>Con&s;cience</HI></L>
<L>Haue fild with <HI>Abstinence:</HI></L>
<L>(Though we acknowledge who can &s;o ab&s;taine,</L>
<L>Makes a mo&s;t ble&s;&s;ed gaine:</L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">He that for loue of goodne&s;&s;e hateth ill,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">Is more Crowne-worthy &s;till,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">Then he which for &s;innes <HI>Penaltie</HI> forbeares,</HI></L>
<L><HI REND="margDblQuotes">His <HI>Heart</HI> &s;innes, though he feares.)</HI></L>
<L>But we propo&s;e a per&s;on like our <HI>Doue,</HI></L>
<L>Grac'd with a <HI>Phoenix</HI> loue:</L>
<L>A beauty of that cleare and &s;parkling Light,</L>
<L>Would make a Day of Night,</L>
<L>And turne the blacke&s;t &s;orrowes to bright ioyes:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Od'rous breath de&s;troyes</L>
<L>All ta&s;te of Bitterne&s;&s;e, and makes the Ayre</L>
<L>As &s;weete, as &s;he is faire:</L>
<L>A Bodie &s;o harmoniou&s;ly compo&s;de,</L>
<L>As if <HI>Nature</HI> di&s;clo&s;de</L>
<L>All her be&s;t <HI>Symmetrie</HI> in that one <HI>Feature:</HI></L>
<L>O, &s;o diuine a Creature</L>
<L>Who could be fal&s;e too? chiefly when he knowes</L>
<L>How onely &s;he be&s;towes</L>
<L>The wealthy trea&s;ure of her Loue in him;</L>
<L>Making his Fortunes &s;wim</L>
<L>In the full floud of her admir'd perfection?</L>
<L>What &s;auage, brute Affection,</L>
<L>Would not be fearefull to offend a <HI>Dame</HI></L>
<L>Of this excelling frame?</L>
<L>Much more a noble and right generous <HI>Mind,</HI></L>
<PB N="182" REF="97">
<L>(To vertuous moodes enclin'd)</L>
<L>That knowes the weight<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>Guilt:</HI> He will refraine</L>
<L>From thought<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> of &s;uch a &s;traine:</L>
<L>And to his <HI>Sence</HI> obiect this Sentence euer,</L>
<L><Q REND="margQuotes"><HI>Man may &s;ecurely &s;inne, but &s;afely neuer.</HI></Q></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ben: Iohn&s;on.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Phoenix Analy&s;de.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw, after all, let no man</L>
<L>Receiue it for a <HI>Fable,</HI></L>
<L>If a <HI>Bird</HI> &s;o amiable,</L>
<L>Do turne into a Woman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or (by our <HI>Turtles</HI> Augure)</L>
<L>That <HI>Natures</HI> faire&s;t Creature,</L>
<L>Proue of his <HI>Mi&s;tris</HI> Feature,</L>
<L>But a bare <HI>Type</HI> and <HI>Figure.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ode">
<HEAD>Ode <GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF">.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SPlendor!</HI> O more then mortall,</L>
<L>For other formes come &s;hort all</L>
<L>Of her illu&s;trate brightne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>As farre as Sinne's from lightne&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her wit as quicke, and &s;prightfull</L>
<L>As fire; and more delightfull</L>
<L>Then the &s;tolne &s;ports of <HI>Louers,</HI></L>
<L>When night their meeting couers.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="183" REF="97">
<L>Iudgement (adornd with Learning)</L>
<L>Doth &s;hine in her di&s;cerning,</L>
<L>Cleare as a naked ve&s;tall</L>
<L>Clo&s;de in an orbe of Chri&s;tall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her breath for &s;weete exceeding</L>
<L>The <HI>Phoenix</HI> place of breeding,</L>
<L>But mixt with &s;ound, tran&s;cending</L>
<L>All <HI>Nature</HI> of commending.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas: then whither wade I,</L>
<L>In thought to prai&s;e this <HI>Ladie,</HI></L>
<L>When &s;eeking her renowning,</L>
<L>My &s;elfe am &s;o neare drowning?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Retire, and &s;ay; Her <HI>Graces</HI></L>
<L>Are deeper then their Faces:</L>
<L>Yet &s;hee's nor nice to &s;hew them,</L>
<L>Nor takes &s;he pride to know them.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ben: Iohn&s;on.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<PB REF="98">
<PB REF="98">
</DIV1>
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