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A10666	Dolarnys primerose. Or the first part of the passionate hermit wherein is expressed the liuely passions of zeale and loue, with an alluding discourse to valours ghost. Both pleasant and profitable, if iudiciously read, and rightly vnderstood. Written by a practitioner in poesie, and a stranger among poets, which causeth him dread this sentence: Nihil ad parmenonis suem.	Reynolds, John, fl. 1621-1650.; Reynolds, John, fl. 1621-1650, attributed name.	1606 (1606)	STC 20941.7; ESTC S101214	32,543	74

me some releefe Thou maide of Comes come to me VVith aide in this my miserie And lead me once Aeneas-like Vnto that vgly Stigian dike That I may mixe And yet perfixe Mine eye on Stix Where Cerberus liueth that fowle tyke If that wearie Charons ferrie VVill no ways take mee in Vndoubting harmes VVith these mine armes I le venture for to swymme For sometimes his co aleblacke boate Rides not in that road a floate If so I will in no wise stay Although vnto mine owne decay In vnfearing poar's VVith arming oar's From off the shoars I le quicklye post from thence away For if that I Should chance to die And in that Lake to wander Yet should I gayne On Lofty straine Aboue-loue drown'd ●…eander But if that well I should passe Vgly Charons muddie place And happily to land me there VVithin that faire celestiallsphere Then with small payne I should attaine Elizianplaine VVhere my loue sits crown'd in a chayre FINIS When he had finish't vp his mournfull song He lai'd his lute downe by his weary side Himselfe he strecht vpon the grasse along And with sad waylings thus agayne he cry'd How much avayles it that my trauels farr Hath not worne out the print of Cupides skarr What Christian land is it that hath not borne mee What Iland was not subiect to my sight How many woods and deserts still doo scorne mee But nothing yeelds to mee my harts delight From place to place Desire my corps doth carry Which same desire there will not let me tary Then did he sigh then wept then sigh'd amayne Then wrung his hands then cried then crost his armes Then tore his haire then groan'd then wept againe Then with sad teares he thus bewayld his harmes Padua farwell my loue in thee doth lie Within thy wals I lost my libertie And Albion now to thee my natiue home Where first I did rec●…e my vitall breath After all paines paine to thee I come Within thy bounds to giue my selfe to death For sith my loue my 〈◊〉 hath me ●…o saken My last farewell of Padua I haue taken But when alasse when shall my sorrows end When shall I cease of Pad●…a for to cry When shall I see sterne 〈◊〉 vnbend My wofull threed of sad calamitie When shall I leaue in zealous cloake to stand With loue-sicke cryes to curse both sea and land O let mee neuer cease with hidecus cryes With dolefull tunes and horied exclamations To send my ' sighes into the lofty skies And pearce the Chaos with my inuocations Vntil these eies that fed their rauiu'd sight Vpon Aegesta be depriu'd of light Thou sullen earth with Anger sownding wo Ye bleating 〈◊〉 shaded with sheltring twigs Ye murm'ring waters that with ●…ates o●… c●…owe Ye chirping birds that chant the dauncing sprigs Come all at once your sadd●…●…nts bring My fayre Aegestaes 〈◊〉 to sing Dead is my loue dead are my hopes and Ioyes accursed Fates that of my loue bereft mee Curst be al hopes let hopes be haplesse toyes For loue and ioy hope hap and all hath left mee And I remaine vncessantlie to cry Still lyuing still ten thousand deaths to die O Let mee curse that day the time and hower When first I left faire Padua and my loue O let mee curse all gold and golden power By whose fowle force these vggly storms I proue O let mee curse that time that I did gayne The name of Knight to liue in hermites payne But O my Loue my Loue and only Ioy My fayre Aegessa Aegessa I le come to thee More fayre then Helen sacke of statelie Troye Once more I le come to sewe to court to woo thee Now I will come to thine immortall shrine Where thou dost liue triumphant and diuine Then why do I thus linger here and there And seeke not out the wayt ' Auernus caue Wretch that I am how can I thus forbeare Pining for want of that which I would haue I Glaucus-like do trauell day and night While shee by Circe is transformed quite Wherefore I le go like to that Thracian bold With this my lute my iourney will I take Whose fretts and strings I le frame of glitring gold Then Orphe-like I le crosse that muddie lake And thou fayre Pallas and ye muses nine My hand and tongue guide with your pow'rs diuine Venus I craue a helping hand of thee Safe to conduct mee through the Lethean fenns And thy ripe wit lend me sweet Mercury That I with ease may passe that mierie Themmes So that blacke Charon with his swartieoares May set mee safe on Demogorgons shoar's Where Orphe-like to Tenarus I le go Which vgly gate doth open towards the North There Cerberus fowle doth make his triple showe There takes he in but none he wil put forth Ye fates vnreele my lou 's sad destinie Or I will seeke her with Persephone With that he clos'd his hollowe wo-swolne eyes And stretcht his lims along the senselesse ground His gastly visage pierst the vaulties skyes Sometimes his eyballs seem'd for to turne round With tortur'd groan 's then would he sadly gaspe With emptie palms then did he weaklie graspe Then did he lie with quiu'ring legs and arms Then groueling craules then feeblie fall againe Then as one strucke with magick spelles and charmes There would he seeme quite breathlesse to remaine Thus did helie thus did he sometimes welter But then stone still the shadows did him shelter At which prospect I could no longer stand But soone did ●…ne to helpe him in that case And water cold I brought within my hand Wherewith I rubd his pale and gastly face I raised him vp then set him downe againe Then puld him here then thrust him thence amay fie At length a sigh mixt with a greeuous groane He sent to tell some life in him was left The which did moue my very heart to moane For that so much of sense he was bereft Yet laboring still I mou'd him here and there Vntill at lengh he asked who it were That so did wake him from his quiet sleepe Which was so much vnto his hearts content With that he wept but seeming not to weepe For feare that I should relish what it ment He wip'd his eyes that were ore-flow'd with teares And seem'd to banish all his former cares Then vnto mee these speeches he adrest How could you finde my fillie Hermits bower You did not well to wake mee from my rest For in two dayes I scarse doo sleepe one houre But that I am a Hermit as you see With good cause I might with you angrie be Alas quoth I good gentle father heare mee And let not anger harbour in your brest Although you chide not well your looks may feare mee For ages frownes may breed a youthes vnrest Then if you please to heare what I shall say I will reueale how I did chance this way And seeing you la●…'d as I you lying found Seeming quite breathlesse in my iudgments eye With armes and legges

set downe And tooke two pot●…s of flowers in his hands Hee knit his browes and seemed for to frowne Yet of the vertues thus at length he ●…kans These with'red flowers were as faire as these And these faire flowers wil be as foule as these This pot of flowers that dead and with'red be In prime of shew but yesterday were growing Their blasted lookes thus faded as you see Were yesterday both pleasant fresh and flowing What wee are all by these wee may deuine When death shall cut our thred and fatall line And these faire flowers that now so faire doo seeme Whose powers were foster'd with this mornings deaw Their gaudy time as I do iustly deeme Is nigh halfe spent as triall shall proue true For ere their lookes the morrow light shall see Their pleasant hewe full with'red off shal be These faded flowers are like vnto the man The which cold dead vpon the ground doth lie With gastly colour visage pale and wan And many mourners him atending by His life thus gon his body nothing craue But to be hid within an earthly graue The with'red flowers then he did set downe And tooke the flowers equall to the other Which when they were each one by other showne Scarse could I deeme the on 's hew from the other But that the last in 's right hand he did hold The first of them his left hand did infold Then with sad lookes he sigh 't and thus bespake Behold these flowers a paradox in yeares With such remorse these speeches from him brake That hee did partly smother them with teares Behold quoth he the man that liues in payne And eke the man that doth in ioye remaine These flowers quoth he his right hād flowers meaning Doth represent the life of happie men The which with vertue in their bound●… conteining Do leade their liue●… that none may looke age●… Whose humane course no ma●… hath euer seene To be corupt with fretfullire or spleene These flowers are like the man who from his youth Hath led his life in pathes of vpright wayes Th' are like to him that strayth not from the truth But liues in goodnesse all his youthfull dayes Th' are like to him whose yeares doo not decay But liueth young vntill his la●…est day These flow'rs quoth he were cropt two days ago But yet doo keepe their perfect colour still The water is the cause why they doe so For why brim-full this small pot I did fill So looke where vertu's fill'd with sweet content There life or colour will not soone be spent Yet euen as beauty from these pretty flowers Though moistly kept at length wil quite consume So shall that man who hath with all his powers Decked him selfe in vertues sweet perfume For though he feeds long on moist vertues breath Yet at the length he yeelds himselfe to death Then did he looke vpon his left hand flowers Alasse quoth he me thinks I see you fade The drouth of wo consumeth all your powers Y' are burnt with heat though always kept in shade For euen as care like fire consumes a man So drouth in shade your beauteous colours tanne These flow'rs are like the willfull prodigall That vnthrift-like spendeth his youthfull dayes Mounting vp still euen sodenly to fall By in directing of his willfull wayes His riotous life his toyes and lauish tongue Makes him looke old when that he is but young Th' are like to him that wantons it abroad With midnight reuills kept in Venus court Spar●…ng no cost but la●…'th on golden loade And in a brothell keeps Lordly port But when his purse and vaynes are all drawn drye Though he 's but young he lookes as he would die Th' are not vnlike a vertuous nurtur'd child The which did flowrish in his tender yeares But got the reines grows head strong proud and wilde Till all his graine is turn'd to frutlesse tares Then full of care he leaues his foolish ioy And looks like age when he is but a boie Good sir quoth he thus haue I to you showne The vertu●…s of these seuerall sorts of dishes My glasse and flowers you the ●…ast haue knowne Although not fill'd with flesh nor dayntie fishes And with those words he did set downe the flowers Feeding againe for to reuiue his powers Not past two bits the silly man did eate When in his hand he tooke the booke and bell And thus of them began for to intreat Whilst droping teares from his sad eies befel This booke quoth he a mans shape seems to haue And this the bell that cals him to his graue This Little booke presents the life of man Wherein is wrap'd the substance of his soule Which be it fresh or be it pale or wan T' must separate when as this bell doth toule How vertuous bad or pure soere it be When death doth call soule must from body flee Within this booke doth spring the well of life Which fountaine cleare giues drinke to al that craues it Heare li'th the sword that ends all Kindes of strife Deny'd to none but all that seeks it haue it And they that vse this sword or water cleare This bells alarum need not for to feare Within this booke good men renew their sight When as they bathe their liquid veines therein To heare this bell it doth their soules delight They feare not death they force him not a pin For when sterne death thinkes most their soules t'anoy This is their shield they thinke him but a toy This booke quoth he should Vsurers behold And foule vsurpers of their neighbours land That robs the poore and heapes vp hoordes of gold To note it well they would amazed stand And from those lands and bagges of money fall For feare this Bell to Limbo should them call If drunkards gluttons or lasciuious men Would deeply diue into this small bookes lines Their owne black leaues they would turneo●…e a gen And soone bewaile their monster like spent times Arming themselues with this the scourge of hell Least they should feare the tolling of the Bell. Or if that they who swell with haughty pride Within this booke should make their looking-glasse Or if false theeues should here their shares diuide And view it well before they hence did passe Pride and Celeno they would both go pray For feare this Bell to hell should them conuay But if a good and vertuous liuing man Should chance to prie within this little booke He neede not feare for he already can Their calmie lines with faire digest●…re brooke If death him call he doth him straight defie Only he knowes from this world he must dye This Bell presents the Crier of a Court The which in time doth call both good and bad Each man thereto must duly make resort For when he calles an answer must be had And when pale death shall shut vp all our powers The dolefull bell doth strike our latest houres With which sad words he set them on the cloath Now sir quoth he y'haue tasted

Aspen trees that oft the waters wash In like arraiment then were neatly seene The lou'ly Lawrell precious rich and faire With Odors sweet did fill the holeseme ayre Their spreading armes their branches and their boughes Were made a bower for the pritty birds Where Philomele did come to pay her vowes With sugred tunes in steed of wofull words Their lofty tops of towring branches fayre Dampt with the musicke of delicious ayre Whose hawty pride regarded mirth nor moanes But with ambition view'd the sommer flowers Their labells hang'd with quiuering dew-pearld stones Did represent spangles on am'rous bowers There grouy shade such pleasing ayre did lend As doth on groues and grouy shades attend Vnweldy trees gorgeous to behold Stood hand in hand with branches all combining Their Gentle armes each other did infold With Iuye sprigges vpon their bodies climbing The more to breake the hot reflexing rayes Of bright Apollo in the sommer dayes Drawne by the pleasure of delightfull ayre Those checkred borders oft I did frequent And vnderneath those shadowes fresh and faire The weary time oft wearily I spent Where at the length it was my chance to meete An aged man whom I did kindly greet He myrror like for nurture discipline Repay'd my words with curteous kind regreeting Then drew we neere a fayre-spread-shady pi●…e Vnder whose boughes we solemniz'd our meeting Whereas long time the time did not pursue But that familiar in discourse we grew His aged wit so pregnant made mee muse With courtly tearmes and eloquence all flowing And such they were that caus'd me t' accuse Mine owne so dull that spent my time nought knowing His tongue-sweet notes ti'd mine eares in chaines So that my senses were rauisht with his straynes The sweetest musicke tuch'd with curious hand Whose tones harmonious bath's a list'ning eare Forcing fierce Tygers all amazed stand Vnto his voyce compard did harshly iarre Which caused me with earnest sute to craue Some story from his pleasing selfe to haue Who neither graunted nor denied the motion With pleasant sadnesse stood as in a muse Whilst I insnard with his so sweet deuotion Fixed mine eyes his mutenesse to peruse But then his tongue broke off his contemplation And thus began discourse with inuocation O thou great guider of the guidelesse nine With sacred deaw my witlesse wit inspire Water my senses with thy Nectar fine Rauish my breast with thy all hallowed fire So that my tongue stray not in fond delight But in his course wonder thy mighty might When liuely bloud did run within my veines I tooke delight to trauell here and there So much as then my parents gaue my reins Vnto my selfe to see how I could beare The fickle slights of Fortunes tu●…ning wheele Which like Silenus drunkenly doth reele The spring drew on and youth did fill my pores Earnest desire bred a straying motion Within my breast to see the Cambrian shoares That boundes vpon the all vntamed Ocean Where huge steep rockes shadeth each couert plaine Beaten with waues from the Hiberian mayne And in a morne when Phoebus faire did rise Out off his bed the mountaines to discouer Climbing the lofty gresses of the skies With longing steppes to ouertake his louer My greedy eyes desir'd to feed their sight Vpon the sweet'st of Camb●…iaes delight Then did I walke toward those rising hills Where carefull pastors of their Kids were keeping Whil'st lazie swaynes their fore-duld senses kills By entertayning too much time with sleeping There did Pastoraes with their roundelayes Passe with delight the sommer of their dayes There might I see the lofty Cedar trees F●…ō branch to bough where pritty birds were skipping Their honey leaues did feede the busie Bees Vnder whose shade the milke white Does were tripping Their spreading armes woare Iuie all combining Where might be seene the nimble Squirrell climbing There did I see the valleyes where the flockes Of fearefull Ewes and tender Lambes were feeding The little springs that do runne by the rockes The leauy shrubs where pritty birds were breeding There Philomele with sweet recording fills The plaines with musicke ecchoing from the hilles I walkt along that faire adorned field Till that I came to a delicious spring Whose smiling current did such pleasure yeeld As sweet content vnto content could bring There did I rest and stay my selfe a while Some tedious howers thinking to beguile For why that fount as pleasantly was plast As if delight should lodge betweene two paps Freed with content from Boreas northern blast Or as a Carpet twixt two Ladyes laps Inuiron'd round with their displaying tresses Whose amber shade that golden Carpet blesses Faire quiu'ring mirtle did ingirt the spring With Iesamins sweet and ffowring Eglantine Vnder whose shade the pritty birds did sing Melodious straines celestiall and diuine With Delphian tunes such as the muses playes Filling the thickets with their sweet delayes The rouling pibbles and the flinty stones Were foftly by a shallow curent turned The murmering water play'd with siluer ton's Loth to depart and staying running mourned Whose trickling-christall musicke-sounding voice Into mine eares did yeeld a pleasing noyse Such were the mirth and pleasant harmony The Organ ayre did gently seeme to make With dulcean straynes of heauenly melody As once Mercurie whispred by the Lake Whose trembling breath new descants did deuise Till Iunoes Argus clos'd his hundred eyes The pritty birds did beare a sweete record The bubling streames the vnder-song did keepe The dallying wind such musicke did afford That almost rockt my senses fast a sleepe And well neare caus'd me for to take a nappe As I lay musing in yong Tellus lappe But then I heard a sad lamenting voyce The which did cut a passage through the ayre And fild the woodes with such a dolefull noise That all the groues seem'd cloyed vp with care Which forc'd me from that place for to arise And clos'd againe my well neere slumbring eyes Then drew I neere a little rising rocke Where as the waues did dash their high curld browes The birds and beasts togither they did flocke Cooling themselues vnder those shady boughes Which dangling hung like to a golden fleece Over the head of fayre Amphrisus neece And vnderneath a pleasant Hawthorne tree The which did grow neere to that rockie hill There did I stand to listen and to see The dolefull noyse the which the ayre did fill I stayd not long but well I might descrie VVhence did proceed that wofull harmonye For neare that place a stately pine did grow Angerly shaking of his leauy crowne At whose sterne feet the humble shrubs did bow Fearing the terrour of his rugged frowne Vnder whose armes a wofull man did dwell The which did hold that bower for his cell Where he did often with lamenting cries Bewray the cause of all his woefull cares The which did seeme to pierce the vaulty skies And to dissolue hard flints to brinish teares To fill the woods with noyse as loud as thunder To splitt hard rockes and rend

great trees a sunder Whom when I did with full aspect behold I musing stood his grieuous grones to heare His prayers were plaints his sobs his solace told His myrth was moane his cries were full of care With broken sighes a thousand times and more Thus he began his sorrowes to deplore Why did I breath why did I take the ayre Why did I suck why was I fed with milke Why was I young why was I counted faire Why was I nurst why was I clad in silke Why did I liue why dyed I not being yong Why was I lul'd why was I sweetly sung What cruell planet gouernd at my birth VVhat dismall starre that day or night did shine VVhat loathsome vapour ouerspread the earth Vpon that sad natiu●…ty of mine Or did the hagges with all their hellish power Inchant bewitch or curse that fatall houre O had the Midwife when she first receiu'd me With nimble hand my vitall powers stopt Or had my nurse of liuing breath bereau'd me These fields of sorrow I had neuer cropt But both I summon with impartiall eye As Actors in my wofull Tragedy Yet did I liue full twenty sommers long In springs of ioy one running ouer other How then poore soules could they enact my wrong No 't was not they it was my foster mother Fortune 't was thee that blyssefful men dost spight Thou onely stolst from me my hearts delight Thou tot'ring elfe with euer turning wheele That first did set mee soft vpon thy knee And gau'st me all thy blessings for to feele What caus'd thee thus vnkind to loure on me No 't was not Fortune she was alwaies kinde Filling my saile still with a prosperous winde Could any wretch be then s'infortunate As I poore soule whom Fortune seem'd to guide No fortune no it was thy cruell hate The which for me these sorrowes didst prouide Thou art the wretch thou art the beldame vile Thou didst my heauen my heart and hope exile For when my yeares had furnisht forth my youth And twenty times the sunne had chang'd his light Thou most perfidious wau'ring still in trueth My silly soule didst crosse with cruel spight And onely thou by falshood didst deceiue mee Of ioy and blisse thou didst at once bereaue mee Thy circled wheele thou didst to mee forth bring More richly deckt then ere it was before Thou setst me gently on that fickle ring And gau'st me pleasure in aboundant store VVith many fauours still thou didst belay mee But with thy falshood still thou didst betray mee Thou drew'st mee on with loues intising bayte To walke the pathes where thou a net hadst laid VVith thousand snares thou didst vpon mee waite Vntill I was of all my ioyes betrayd To desperate dangers thou didst easly wile mee VVhilst from my life and loue thou didst exile mee Then did this heauy hermit seeming man Srand mutely still but still he seem'd to moane His aged visage lookt both pale and wan His sadnesse he redoubled with a groane He seem'd a while vnto himselfe to mutter But yet no word at al I heard him vtter Vntill at length him did I plainely see A stately picture in his hand to take The which I gest a holy saint to be For that so much of it he seem'd to make He kist it oft and hugd it as he lay And thus at length to it began to say Fayre but vnkind no kind fie too too cruel Thirtie long years with mee I haue thee borne Thrise ten yeares told loues fire hath bene my fuel So long my heart thy fayre imprint hath worne If Nestors yeares thrise three times told I liue My loue alone to thee I freelie giue Tell mee my loue tell mee why did'st thou leaue mee Why to thy Loue didst thou proue so vnkind Pardon my deare was death that did deceaue mee Yet art thou toomb'd for euer in my mind Then did he weepe bewayling of his harmes And with these words he ●…uld it in his armes O had these armes thy liuing corps imbrac'd But halfe so oft as now they haue doone thee These paths of sorrow I had neuer trac'd Nor died in thrall but liu'd and died free But sith thou liuing wer●… not in my power I le hugge thy shadowe till my latest houre With which sad words his grou'ling corps did fall With gastly colour sighs abound-Lamenting Which forc'd mee rew his sad and wofull thrall wi●…h rufull pittie and with teares relenting I mou'd to ayde him yet as loth to feare him I pau●…d a while before that I came neare him For that he then began to moue his eyes His earth-like hands his heauie troncke did rayse His sighs did vault into the dimmed skyes His tongue forgat not how his loue to prayse But fearing least his secrets should be spied From out his bower fullsecretly he pried Then with deepe sighs he did agayne repeate The rare perfections of his long dead loue Her comly graces and her gesture neat The which did seeme the senslesse stones to moue Which loue-sick plaints my tongu's too weake to tel His pensiue passions did so much excell No●… could a volume copie his loues descriptions That were dislodged from his wo-swolne hea●…t For he recited with true loues affections A thousand times each limme and lineall parte All which by him so oft pronounced were That almost dul'd my shallowe sense to heare Yet did his sweet sophistick sorrows tie My Leaden pow'rs in chaynes of list'n●…ng steele With greedy eares to sucke atentiuely His sugred iobs the which I seem'd to feele For each sad straine that from his lipps did passe Bewrayd the birth-right of his gentle race Then did he take a faire delicious lute Whose well tun'd string she touch'd with curious skill Forcing his fingars with a swift pursute To strike the frets of musicks ground at will His nimble hand guided by supple veynes With heauenly pawsons clos'd hisdol e●…ull streynes Not great Apolloes viol-sounding laies That forc'd huge Tmolus daunce with buskey haire When silly Midas rob'd him of his prayse Might with the descants of his Lute compare And with a tune would moue a stone to pittie He sadly sigh'd and song this mournfull dittie The Hermites song YE hilles and dales Ye rockes and vales Beare witnesse of my moane Ye water nimphes And pritty Imphes Come sigh with mee and groane Come ye Satyres and ye Fawnes Come ye from the pleasant Lawnes From the groues and shady trees On whose Green leaues the humming bees Their thyes do fill At their owne will And whereon still With flittring wings poore Progne flees Ye Fairy clues Come ye your selues From out each hollow caue And Coridon Come thou alone Thy presence I do craue For thy pipe comfortingly Equalleth my harmony Mournfull Amyntas now and thee Are best to beare me company For with consort We may report Our Loues extort With wofull straines of melody Ye Siluans all Both great and small come Listen to my greefe Ye kids and Lambs Come with your dams And bring