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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89149	Poems of Mr. John Milton, both English and Latin, compos'd at several times. Printed by his true copies. / The songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes Gentleman of the Kings Chappel, and one of His Maiesties private musick. Printed and publish'd according to order.	Milton, John, 1608-1674.; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1646 (1646)	Wing M2160; Thomason E1126_1	60,807	213

Oft seen in Charnell vaults and Sepulchers Lingering and sitting by a new made grave As loath to leave the body that it lov'd And link't it self by carnal sensualty To a degenerate and degraded state 2. Bro. How charming is divine Philosophy Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose But musical as is Apollo's lute And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfet raigns Eld. Bro. List list I hear Som far off hallow break the silent Air. 2. Bro. Me thought so too what should it be Eld. Bro. For certain Either som one like us night-founder'd here Or els som neighbour Wood-man or at worst Som roaving Robber calling to his fellows 2 Bro. Heav'n keep my sister agen agen and neer Best draw and stand upon our guard Eld. Bro. I le hallow If he be friendly he comes well if not Defence is a good cause and Heav'n be for us The attendant Spirit habited like a Shepherd That hallow I should know what are you speak Com not too neer you fall on iron stakes else Spir. What voice is that my young Lord speak agen● 2. Bro. O brother 't is my father Shepherd sure El. Bro. Thyrsis Whose artful strains have oft delaid The huddling brook to hear his madrigal And sweeten'd every muskrose of the dale How cam'st thou here good Swain hath any ram Slip't from the fold or young Kid lost his dam Or straggling weather the pen't flock forsook How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook Spir. O my lov'd masters heir and his next joy I came not here on such a trivial toy As a stray'd Ewe or to pursue the stealth Of pilfering Woolf not all the fleecy wealth That doth enrich these Downs is worth a thought To this my errand and the care it brought But O my Virgin Lady where is she How chance she is not in your company Eld. Bro. To tell thee sadly Shepherd without blame Or our neglect we lost her as we came Spir. Ay me unhappy then my fears are true El. Bro. What fears good Thyrsis Prethee briefly shew Spir. I le tell ye 't is not vain or fabulous Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance What the sage Poets taught by th' heav'nly Muse Storied of old in high immortal vers Of dire Chimera's and inchanted Iles And ●ifted Rocks whose entrance leads to hell For such there be but unbelief is blind Within the navil of this hideous Wood Immur'd in cypress shades a Sorcerer dwels Of Bacchus and of Circe born great Comus Deep skill'd in all his mothers witcheries And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement gives his banefull cup With many murmurs mixt whose pleasing poison The visage quite transforms of him that drinks And the inglorious likenes of a beast Fixes instead unmoulding reasons mintage Character'd in the face this have I learn't Tending my flocks hard by i' th hilly crofts That brow this bottom glade whence night by night He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl Like stabl'd wolves or tigers at their prey Doing abhorred rites to Hecate In their obscured haunts of inmost bowres Yet have they many baits and guilefull spells To inveigle and invite th' unwary sense Of them that pass unweeting by the way This evening late by then the chewing flocks Had ta'n their supper on the savoury Herb Of Knot-grass dew●besprent and were in fold I sate me down to watch upon a bank With Ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting Hony-suckle and began Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy To meditate my rural minstrelsie Till fancy had her fill but ere a close The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods And fill'd the Air with barbarous dissonance At which I ceas't and listen'd them a while Till an unusuall stop of sudden silence Gave respit to the drowsie frighted steeds That draw the litter of close-curtain'd sleep At last a soft and solemn breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill d Perfumes And stole upon the Air that even Silence Was took e're she was ware and wish't she might Deny her nature and be never more Still to be so displac't I was all eare And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady your dear sister Amaz'd I stood harrow'd with grief and fear And O poor hapless Nightingale thought I How sweet thou sing'st how neer the deadly snare Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong hast Through paths and turnings oft'n trod by day Till guided by mine ear I found the place Where that damn'd wisard hid in sly disguise For so by certain signes I knew had met Already ere my best speed could praevent The aidless innocent Lady his wish't prey Who gently ask't if he had seen such two Supposing him som neighb our villager Longer I durst not stay but soon I guess't Ye were the two she mean't with that I sprung Into swift flight till I had found you here But furder know I not 2. Bro. O night and shades How are ye joyn'd with hell in triple knot Against th' unarmed weakness of one Virgin Alone and helpless Is this the confidence You gave me Brother Eld. Bro. Yes and keep it still Lean on it safely not a period Shall be unsaid for me against the threats Of malice or of sorcery or that power Which erring men call Chance this I hold firm Vertue may be assail'd but never hurt Surpriz'd by unjust force but not enthrall'd Yea even that which mischief meant most harm Shall in the happy trial prove most glory But evil on it self shall back recoyl And mix no more with goodness when at last Gather'd like scum and setl'd to it self It shall be in eternal restless change Self-fed and self-consum'd if this fail The pillar'd firmament is rott'nness And earths base built on stubble But com let 's on Against th'opposing will and arm of Heav'n May never this just sword be lifted up But for that damn'd magician let him be girt With all the greisly legions that troop Under the sooty flag of Acheron Harpyies and Hydra's or all the monstrous forms 'Twixt Africa and Iude I le find him out And force him to restore his purchase back Or drag him by the curls to a foul death Curs d as his life Spir. Alas good ventrous youth I love thy courage yet and bold Emprise But here thy sword can do thee little stead Farr other aries and other weapons must Be those that 〈…〉 of hellish charms He with his bare wand can untared thy joynts And crumble all thy sinews Eld. Bro. Why prethee Shepherd How durst thou then thy self approach so neer As to make this relation Spir. Care and utmost shifts How to secure the Lady from surprisal Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad Of small regard to see to yet well skill'd In every vertuous plant and healing herb That spreds her verdant leaf to th'