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cause_n	body_n	power_n	soul_n	2,506	5	5.3976	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17042	Britannia's pastorals. The first booke	Browne, William, 1590-ca. 1645.	1625 (1625)	STC 3916; ESTC S105932	155,435	354

harbours so vaine a thought Truly to loue could neuer yet be brought Then loue that heart where lies no faithlesse ●eed That neuer wore dissimulations weed Who doth account all beauties of the Spring That iocund Summer-daies are vshering As foiles to yours But if this cannot moue Your minde to pittie nor your heart to loue Yet sweetest grant me loue to quench that flame Which burnes you now Expell his worthlesse name Cleane root him out by me and in his place Let him inhabit that will runne a race More true in loue It may be for your rest And when he sees her who did loue him best Possessed by another he will rate The much of good he lost when 't is too late For what is in our powers we little deeme And things possest by others best esteeme If all this gaine you not a Shepherds wife Yet giue not death to him which gaue you life Marine the faire hearing his wooing tale Perceiued well what wall his thoughts did scale And answer'd thus I pray sir Swaine what boot Is it ●o me to plucke vp by the root My former loue and in his place to sow As ill a seed for any thing I know Rather gainst thee I mortall hate retaine That seek'st to plant in me new cares new paine Alas th' hast kept my soule from deaths sweet bands To giue me ouer to a Tyrants hands Who on his racks will torture by his power This weakned harmelesse body euery howre Be you the Iudge and see if reasons lawes Giue recompence of fauour for this cause You from the streames of death brought life on shore Releas'd one paine to giue me ten times more For loues sake let my thoughts in this be free Obiect no more your haplesse sauing mee That Obligation which you thinke should binde Doth still increase more hatred in my minde Yea I doe thinke more thankes to him were due That would bereaue my life than vnto you The Thunder-stroken Swaine lean'd to a tree As void of sense as weeping Niobe Making his teares the instruments to wooe her The Sea wherein his loue should swimme vnto her And could there flow from his two-headed font As great a floud as is the Hellespont Within that deepe he would as willing wander To meet his Hero as did ere Leander Meane while the Nymph with-drew her selfe aside And to a Groue at hand her steps applide With that sad sigh O I had he neuer seene His heart in better case had euer beene Against his heart against the streame he went With this resolue and with a full intent When of that streame he had discouered The fount the well-spring or the bubling head He there would sit and with the Well drop vie That it before his eies would first runne drie But then he thought the god that haunts that Lake The spoiling of his Spring would not well take And therefore leauing soone the Crystall flood Did take his way vnto the neerest Wood Seating himselfe within a darksome Caue Such places heauie Saturnists doe craue Where yet the gladsome day was neuer seene Nor Phoebus piercing beames had euer beene Fit for the Synode house of those fell Legions That walke the Mountaines and Siluanus regions Where Tragedie might haue her full scope giuen From men aspects and from the view of heauen Within the same some erannies did deliuer Into the midst thereof a pretty Riuer The Nymph whereof came by out of the veines Of our first mother hauing late ●ane paines In scouring of her channell all the way From where it first began to leaue the Sea And in her labour thus farre now had gone When cōming through the Caue she heard that one Spake thus If I doe in my death perseuer Pittie ●ay that effect which Love could neuer By this she can coniecture 't was some Swaine Who ouerladen by a Maids disdaine Had here as fittest chosen out a place Where he might giue a period to the race Of his loath'd life which she for pitties sake Minding to hinder diu'd into her Lake And hastned where the euer-reeming Earth Vnto her Current giues a wished birth And by her new-deliuered Riuers side Vpon a Banke of flow'rs had soone espide Remond young Remond that full well could sing And tune his Pipe at Pans-birth carolling Who for his nimble leaping sweetest layes A Lawrell garland wore on Holy-dayes In ●raming of whose hand Dame Nature swore There neuer was his like nor should be more Whose locks in snaring nets were like the rayes Wherewith the Sunne doth diaper the Seas Which if they had beene cut and hung vpon The snow-white Cliffes of fertile Albion Would haue allured more to be their winner Then all the Diamonds that are hidden in her Him she accosted thus Swaine of the Wreathe Thou art not placed onely here to breathe But Nature in thy framing shewes to mee Thou shouldst to others as she did to thee Doe good and surely I my selfe perswade Thou neuer wert for euill action made In heauens Consistory 't was decreed That choysest fruit should come from choysest seed In baser vessels we doe euer put Basest materials doe neuer shut Those Iewels most in estimation set But in some curious costly Cabinet If I may iudge by th' outward shape alone Within all vertues haue conuention For 't giues most lustre vnto Vertues feature When she appeares cloth'd in a goodly creature Halfe way the hill neere to those aged trees Whose insides are as Hiues for labring Bees As who should say before their roots were dead For good workes sake and almes they harboured Those whom nought else did couer but the Skies A path vntroden but of Beasts there lies D●recting to a Caue in yonder glade Where all this Forrests Citizens for shade At noone-time come and are the first I thinke That running through that Caue my waters drinke Within this Rocke there sits a wofull wight As void of comfort as that Caue of light And as I wot occasion'd by the frownes O● some coy Shepheardesse that haunts these Downes This I doe know whos'euer wrought his care He is a man nye treading to despaire Then hie thee thither since 't is charitie To saue a man leaue here thy flocke with me For whilst thou sau'st him from the Stygian Bay I le keepe thy Lambkins from all beasts of prey The neernesse of the danger in his thought As it doth euer more compassion wrought So that with reuerence to the Nymph he went With winged speed and hast'ned to preuent Th' vntimely seisure of the greedy graue Breathlesse at last he came into the Caue Where by a sigh directed to the man To comfort him he in this sort began Shepheard all haile what meane these plaints this Caue Th' image of death true portrait of the graue Why dost frequent and waile thee vnder ground From whence there neuer yet was pitty found Come forth and shew thy selfe vnto the light Thy griefe to me If there be ought that might Giue

produceth and brings forth And therefore well considering The nature of it in each thing As when the teeming earth doth grow So hard that none can plow nor ●ow Her breast it doth so mollifie That it not onely comes to be More easie for the share and Oxe But that in Haruest times the shocks Of Ceres hanging eared corne Doth fill the Houell and the Barne To Trees and Plants I comfort giue By me they fructifie and liue For first ascending from beneath Into the Skie with liuely breath I thence am furnish'd and bestow The same on Herbs that are below So that by this each one may see I cause them spring and multiply Who seeth this can doe no lesse Then of his owne accord confesse That notwithstanding all the strength The earth enioyes in breadth and length She is beholding to each streame And hath receiued all from them Her loue to him she then must giue By whom her selfe doth chiefly liue This being spoken by this waters God He straight-way in his hand did take his rod And stroke it on his banke wherewith the flood Did such a roaring make within the wood That straight the Nymph who then sate on her shore Knew there was somewhat to be 〈…〉 And therefore hasting to her Brothers Spring She spide what caus'd the waters ecchoing Saw where faire Marine fast asleepe did lie Whilst that the God still viewing her sate by Who when he saw his Sister Nymph draw neare He thus gan tune his voice vnto her eare My fairest Sister for we come Both from the swelling T●e●is wombe The reason why of late I strooke My ruling wand vpon my Brooke Was for this purpose Late this Maid Which on my banke asleepe is laid Was by her selfe or other wight Cast in my spring and did affright With her late fall the fish that take Their chiefest pleasure in my Lake Of all the Fry within my deepe None durst out of their dwellings peepe The Trout within the weeds did s●●d The Eele him hid within the mud Yea from this feare I was not free For as I musing sate to see How that the prettie Pibbles round Came with my Spring from vnder ground And how the waters issuing Did make them dance about my Spring The noise thereof did me appall That starting vpward therewithall I in my armes her bodie caught And both to light and life her brought Then cast her in a sleepe you see But Brother to the cause quoth she Why by your raging waters wilde Am I here called ● Thetis childe Replide the God for thee I sent That when her time of sleepe is spent I may commit her to thy gage Since women best know womens rage Meane while faire Nymph accompanie My Spring with thy sweet harmonie And we will make her soule to take Some pleasure which is said to wake Although the body hath his rest She gaue consent and each of them addrest Vnto their part The watrie Nymph did sing In manner of a prettie questioning The God made answer to what she propounded Whilst from the Spring a pleasant musicke sounded Making each shrub in silence to adore them Taking their subiect from what lay before them Nymph WHat 's that compact of earth infus'd with aire A ●ert●ine made full with vncertainties Sway'd by the motion of each seuerall Spheare Who 's 〈◊〉 with nought but infelicities Endures nor heat nor cold is like a Swan That this houre sings next dies God It is a Man Nymph What 's be borne to be sicke so alwaies dying That 's guided by ineuitable Fate That comes in weeping and that goes out crying Whose Kalender of woes is still in date Whose life 's a bubble 〈◊〉 length a span A consor● still in discorded God T is a man Nymph What 's hee whose thoughts are still ●uell'd in th' euent Though 〈◊〉 for lawfull by an opposite Hath all things fleeting nothing permanent And at 〈…〉 weares still a Parasite Hath friends in wealth or wealthie friends who ca● In want proue meere illusions God T is a Man Nymph What 's he that what he is not striues to seem● Thus 〈◊〉 support an Atlas weight of care That of an outward good doth best esteeme And looketh not within how solid they are That doth not vertuous but the 〈…〉 Learning and worth by wealth God It is ● Man Nymph What 's that possessor which of good makes had And what is worst makes choice still for the best That grieueth most to thinke of what he had And of his chiefest l●sse accounteth 〈◊〉 That doth not what he ought but what he can Whos 's fancio's euer boundlesse God T is a man Nymph But what is it wherein Dame Nature wrought The best of works the onely frame of Heauen And hauing long to finde a present sought Wherein the worlds whole beautie might be giuen She did resolue in it all arts to summon To ioine with Natures framing God T is this Woman Nymph If beautie be a thing to be admired And if admiring draw to it affection And what we doe affect is most desired What wight is he to loue denies subiection And can his thoughts within himselfe confine Marine that waking lay said Celandine He is the man that hates which some admire He is the wight that loathes whom most desire 'T is onely he to loue denies subiecting And but himselfe thinkes none is worth affecting Vnhappy me the while accurst my Fate That Nature giues no loue where she gaue hate The watrie Rulers then perceiued plaine Nipt with the Winter of loues frost Disdaine This Non-par-el of beautie had beene led To doe an act which Enuie pitied Therefore in pitie did conferre together What Physicke best might cure this burning Feuer At last found out that in a Groue below Where shadowing Sicamours past number grow A Fountaine takes his iourney to the Maine Whose liquors nature was so soueraigne Like to the wondrous Well and famous Spring Which in Boetia hath his issuing That whoso of it doth but onely taste All former memorie from him doth waste Not changing any other worke of Nature But doth endow the drinker with a feature More louely faire Medea tooke from hence Some of this water by whose quintessence Aeson from age came backe to youth This knowne The God thus spake Nymph be thine owne And after mine This Goddesse here For shee s no lesse will bring thee where Thou shalt acknowledge Springs haue doe As much for thee as any one Which ended and thou gotten free If thou wilt come and liue with me No Shepherds daughter nor his wife Shall boast them of a better life Meane while I leaue thy thoughts at large Thy body to my sisters charge Whilst I into my Spring doe diue To see that they doe not depriue The Meadowes neere which much doe thirst Thus heated by the Sunne May first Quoth Marine Swaines giue Lambs to thee And may thy Floud haue seignorie Of all Flouds else and to thy