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A15656	The shepherds hunting being, certaine eglogs written during the time of the authors imprisonment in the Marshalsey. By George VVither, gentleman.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1615 (1615)	STC 25920; ESTC S103319	28,756	130

and pend And Night begins to muffle vp the day Which to informe thee how alone I spend I 'le onely sing a sorrie Prisoners Lay I f●…m'd this Morne which though it suits not fields Is such as fits me and sad Thraldome yeelds WILLY Well I will set my Kit another string And play vnto it whil'st that thou do'st sing SONNET ROGET NOw that my body dead-aliue Bereau'd of comfort lies in thr all Doe thou my soule begin to thriue And vnto Honey turne this Gall So shall we both through outward woe The way to inward comfort know For as that Foode my Flesh I giue Doth ●…eepe in me this Mortall breath So soules on Meditations liue And shunne thereby immortall ' Death Nor art thou euer nearer rest Then when thou find'st me most opprest ●…irst thinke my soule if I haue Foes That take a pleasure in my care And to procure these outward woes Haue thus entrapt me vnaware Thou should'st by much more ●…arefull bee Since greater Foes lay waite for thee Then when Mew'd vp in grates of steele Minding those ioyes mine cyes doe misse Thou find'st no Torment tho●… do'st feele So 〈◊〉 as Priuation is Muse how the damn'd in s●…ames that glow Pine in the losse of ●…lisse they know Thou seest there 's giuen so great might To some that are but clay 〈◊〉 l Their very anger can affright Which if in any thou espie Thus thinke of Mortall 's frownes stri●…e seare How dreadfull will Gods wrath appeare By my late hopes that now are crost Consider those that firmer bee And make the freedome I haue lo●…t A meanes that may remember thee Had Christ not thy Redeemer b●…n What horrid 〈◊〉 thou had'st beene in These iron chaines the bolt's of steele Which other poore offenders grinde The wants and cares which they doe feel●… May bring some greater thing to minde For by their 〈◊〉 thou shalt doe we●… To thinke vpon the paines of Hell Or when through me thou 〈◊〉 a Man Condemn'd vnto a mortall 〈◊〉 How sad he lookes how pale how wan Drawing with Feare his panting brea●…h Thinke i●… in that such griefe thou see How sad will Goe yee cuised bee Againe when he that fear'd to Dye Past hope doth see his Pardon brought Reade but the ioy that 's in his eye And then 〈◊〉 it to thy thought There t●…inke betwixt my heart and thee How sweet will come yee blessed bee Thus if thou doe though closed ●…ere My bondage I shall deeme the lesse I neither shall haue cause to feare Nor yet bewa●…le my sad distresse For whether li●…e or pine or dye We shall haue bl●…sse 〈◊〉 WILLY Trust me I see the Cage doth some Birds good And if they doe not suffer too much wrong Will teach them sweeter descants then the Wood Beleeue 't I like the subiect of thy Song It shewes thou art in no distempred moode But cause to heare the residue I long My Sheepe to morrow I will neerer bring And spend the day to heare thee talke and sing Yet e're we part Roget to me areed Of whō thou learn'dst to make such Songs as these I neuer yet heard any Shepheards reede Tune in mishap a straine that more could please Surely thou do'st inuoke at this thy neede Some power that we neglect in other layes For here 's a Name and words that but few swaines Haue mention'd at their meting on the Plaines ROGET Indeede 't is true and they are sore to blame They doe so much neglect it in their Songs For thence proceedeth such a worthy fame As is not subiect vnto Enuies wrongs That is the most to be respected name Of our true Pan whose worth sit●… on all tongues And the most auncient Shepheards vse to praise In sacred Anthemes sung on Holy-dayes He that first taught his Musicke such a s●…raine Was that sweet Shepheard who vntill a King Kept She●…pe vpon the honey milkie Plaine That is enritch't by Iordans watering He in his troubl●…s ca●…'d the bodies paines By measures rais'd to the s●…ules rauishing And his sweet numbers onely most deuine Gaue the first being to this Song of mine WILLY Let his good spiri●… eu'r with thee dw●…ll That I might heare such Mulicke euery day ROGET Thanks but would now it pleased thee to play Yet sure'tis late thy Weather rings his Bell And Swaines to folde or homeward driue away WILLY And yon goes Cuddy therefore fare thou well I 'le make his Sheepe for me a liule s●…ay And if thou thinke it fit I 'le bring him to Next morning hither ROGET Prethee Willy doo FINIS The second Eglogue ARGVMENT CVDDY tells how all the Swaines Pitty ROGET on the Plaines Who requested doth relate The true cause of his estate Which bro●…e o●…f becau'e ' ●…was long They begin a three-mans Song WILLY CVDDY ROG●…T ROget thy olde friend Cuddy here and I Are come to visite thee in these thy bands Whil'st both our Floc●…es in an Inclosure by Doe picke the thinne gra●…se from the fallowed lands He tells me thy restraint of liberty Each one throughout the Country vnderstands And there is not a gentle-natur'd Lad On all these ' Downes but for thy sake is sad CVDDY Not thy acquaintance and thy friends alone Pitty thy close restraint as friends should doe But some that have but scene thee for thee moane Yea many that did neuer see thee to Some deem●… thee in a fault and most in none So diuers wayes doe diuers rumours goe And at all meetings where our Shepheards be Now the maine Mewes that 's extant is of thee ROGET Why this is somewhat yet had I but kept Sheepe on the Mountaiues till the day of doome My name should in obscurity haue sl●…pt In Brakes in Briars shrubbed Furze and Broome Into the worlds wide care it had not crept Nor in so many mens thoughts found a roome But what cause of my s●…ffe in●…s doethey know Good Cuddy t●…ll me how doth rumour goe CVDDY Faith 't is vncertaine some speake this some that Some dare say nought yet seeme to thinke a cause And many a one prating he knowes not what Comes out with Prouerbes and olde auncient sawes As if he thought thee guiltlesse and y●…t not Then doth he speake halfe sentences then pawse That what the most would say we may suppose But what to say the rumour is none knowe●… ROGET Nor care I greatly for it skills not much What the vnsteady common-people deemes His conscience doth not alwaies feele least touch That blamelesse in the sight of others seemes My cause is honest and because 't is such I holde it so and not for Mens esteemes If they spea●…e iustly well of me I 'me glad If 〈◊〉 eu●…ll it ne're makes me sad WILLY I like that minde but Roget you are quite Beside the matter that I long to heare Remember what you promis'd yester-night Youl 'd put vs off with other talke I feare Thou know'st that honest Cuddies heart's vpright And none but he except my selfe

flight For if I could match thy Rime To the very starres I 'de clime There begin againe and flye Till I reach'd Aeternity But alas my Muse is slow For thy pace she flagges too low Yes the more 's her haplesse fate Her short wings were clipt of late And poore I her fortune ruing Am my selfe put vp a muing But if I my Cage can rid I 'le flye where I neuer did And though for her sake l'me crost Though my best hopes I haue lost And knew she would make my trouble Ten times more then ten times double I would loue and keepe her to Spight of all the world could doe For though banisht from my flockes And confin'd within these rockes Here I waste away the light And consume the sullen Night She doth for my comfort stay And keepes many cares away Though I misse the flowry Fields With those sweets the Spring-tide yeelds Though I may not see those Groues Where the Shepheards chaunt their Loues And the Lasses more excell Then the sweet-voyc'd Philomel Though of all those pleasures past Nothing now remaines at last But Remembrance poore reliefe That more makes then mends my griefe She 's my minds companion still Maugre Enuies euill will Whence she should be driuen to Wer 't in mortals power to do She doth tell me where to borrow Comfort in the mid'st of sorrow Makes the desolatest place To her presence be a grace And the blackest discontents Be her fairest ornaments In my former dayes of blisse Her diuine skill taught me this That from euery thing I saw I could some inuention draw And raise pleasure to her height Through the meanest obiects fight By the murmur of a spring Or the least boughes rusteling By a Dazie whose leaues spred Shut when Tytan goes to bed Or a shady bush or tree She could more infuse in mee Then all Natures beauties can In some other wiser man By her helpe I also now Make this churlish place allow Something 's that may sweeten gladnesse In the very gall of sadnesse The dull loanesse the blacke shade That these hanging vaults haue made The strange Musicke of the waues Beating on these hollow Caues This black den which Rockes embosse Ouer-growne with eldest mosse The rude portals that giue light More to Terror then Delight This my Chamber of Neglect Wal'd about with Disrespect From all these and this dull aire A fit obiect for Despaire Shee hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight Therefore thou best earthly blisse I will cheris●… thee for this Poesie thou sweet'st content That ere Heau'n to mortals lent Though they as a trifle leaue thee Whose dull thoughts can not conceiue th●… Though thou be to them a scorne That to nought but earth are borne Let my life no longer be Then I am in loue with thee Though our wise ones call it madnesse Let me neuer taste of gladnesse If I l●…ue not thy mad'st sits Aboue all their greatest ●… its And though some too seeming holy Doe account thy raptures folly Thou dost teach me to contemne What makes Knaues and Fooles of them O high power that oft doth carry Men aboue WILLY Good Roget carry I doe feare thou wilt be gon Quite aboue my reach anon The kinde flames of Poesy Haue now borne thy thoughts so high That they vp in Heauen be And haue quite forgotten mee Call thy selfe to minde againe Are these Raptures for a Swaine That attends on lowly sheepe And with simple heards doth keepe ROGET Thank●…s my Willy I had runne Till that Time had log'd the Sunne If thou had'st not made me stay But thy pardon heere I pray Lou'd Apollo's sacred sire Has rais'd vp my spirits higher Through the loue of Poesy Then indeed they vse to flye But as I said I say still If that I had Will●…'s skill Enuy nor Detractions tongue Should ere make me leaue my song But I 'de sing it euery day Till they pin'd themselues away Bee thou then adui●…'d in this Which both ●…ust and fitting is Finish what thou hast begunne Or at least still forward runne 〈◊〉 and Thu●…der ill he 'le beare That a blast of winde doth feare And if w●…rds will thus afray thee Prethee how will deeds dismay thee Doe not thinke so rathe a song Can passe through the vulgar throng And escape without a touch Or that they can hurt it much Frosts we see d●…e 〈◊〉 that thing Which is for●…ard's in the Spring Yet at last for all such lets Somewhat of the rest 〈◊〉 gets And I 'me sure that so ●…aist thou Therefore my kinde Willy now S●…nce thy folding time 〈◊〉 on And I see thou mu●…t be gon T●…ee I earnestly b●…seech To rememb●…r this m●… s●…ech And some little couns●…ll 〈◊〉 For thy poore friend Rogets sake And I more of this will 〈◊〉 If th●…u come next Holy-day FINIS To Master W. F. of the Middle Temple The fift Eglogue ARGVMENT ROGET here ALEXIS moues To embrace the Muses loues Bids him neuer carefull seeme Of anothers disesteeme Since to them it may suffize That themselues can iustl●… prize ROGET ALEXIS ALEXIS if thy worth doe not disdaine The humble friendship of a meaner 〈◊〉 Or some more needful busines of the day Vrge th●…e to be too hasty on thy way Come g●…ntle Shepheard rest thee here by me Vnder the shadow of this broad-leau'd tree For though I seeme a stranger yet mine eye Obserues in thee the markes of curtesie And if my iudgement erre not noted too More then in those that ●…ore would seeme ●…o doe Such vertues thy rare modesty doth hide Which by their proper luster I ●…spy'd And though long mask'●… in silence they haue beene I haue a wisedome through that silence seene Yea I haue learned knowledge from thy tongue And heard when thou hast in concealement sung Which me the bolder and more willing made Thus to inuit●… thee to this homely shade And though it may be thou couldst neu●…r spye Such worth in me I might be knowne thereby In thee I doe for here ●… y neighbouring sheepe Vpon the border of these down●… I keepe Where often thou at Pastorals and playes Hast grac'd our Wakes on Sommer Holy dayes And many a ●…ime with thee at this cold spring M●…rl to heare your learned shepheards sing Saa them disporting in the shady grouc●… And in chaste Sonn●…ts ●…ooe their chaster loues When I endued with the meanest skill Mongst others haue beene vrg'd to tune my quill Where cause but l●…ttle cunning I had got Perhaps thou saw'st me though thou knew'st me not ALFXIS Yes Roget I doe know thee and thy name Nor is my knowledge grounded all on fame Art not thou hee that but this other yeere S●…ard'st all the Wolues and Foxes in the sheere And in a ma●…ch at Foot-ball lately try'd Hauing scarce twenty Satyres on thy side Held'd pla●… and though assailed kept'st thy stand Gainst all the best-try'd Ruffi●…ns in the land Did'st thou not then in dolesull Sonnets mone