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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94684	Aminta: the famous pastoral. / Written in Italian by Signor' Torquato Tasso. And translated into English verse by John Dancer. Together with divers ingenious poems.; Aminta. English	Tasso, Torquato, 1544-1595.; Dancer, John, fl. 1660-1675.	1660 (1660)	Wing T172; Thomason E1836_2; ESTC R203743	50,018	155

be imagin'd torment more Ah me my very bowels and my heart Boil o're with blood and like a cruel dart So Silvia's fair ey 's pierce me I may say Cruel Love but far more cruel Silvia Cru'ler then woods Oh! how wel doth agree Thy nature with thy name wel did he see That it impos'd thee woods in their green brakes Do hide fierce lions tigers wolves and snakes Thou under covert of thy sairest breast Hid'st anger hatred and disdain which beasts Are worse by much alas than those of prey As lions tygers wolves or snakes for they May be appeased but ay me these are Such as will not be charm'd by gift or pray'r Thou slights the flowr which from the fields I chose Because thy cheek flowers much fairer showes I from the orchards bring thee apples fair Which thou rejectst disdainful cause there are In thy fair bosome apples far more rare I bring thee sweetest honey even such From hives I stole thou deignst it not to touch Cause on thy sweet lips sweeter ther 's by much But if my poverty permits me not To give unto thee any thing but what In thee 's more sweet and fair my self then take Unjust why shouldst thou such a gift forsake I 'm not to be despised no for I Saw my self in the sea when it did lie Becalm'd free from waves this my fierce stern And sanguine look these shoulders large this arm So strong and nervous this rough shaggy breast These big-bon'd thighs of mine and all my rest So well knit members are a sign that I Am strong and lusty if believ'st not try What wil't do with these tender fooles whose sleek Face scarce allowes them down upon their cheek Women in show and Workes they be nor are Skill'd in ought else but to dispose each haire In it's due order ther 's not one that dare Follow thee through the woods to hunt the Bear Or durst encounter wilde Boares for thy sake I 'me not so ugly no nor dost forsake Me ' cause I am thus form'd alas but why Because I 'm poor thou dost thy love deny Alas the Villages do follow now The custom of the Mighty Cities how Well may the golden age this called be Since gold alone Commands imperiously O! thou who first didst teach the way to sell Divinest love may torments worse then hell Still waite and tend upon thee maist thou dy Unpitied let thy cold ashes ly Unburied let Nimphs and Shepherds cease Passing to say Soule do thou rest in Peace Let the raine wet thee move thee may the wind Let flocks and strangers too be so unkind As for to trample on thee thou first sham'd The Nobility of love not to be nam'd Horrid and Monstrous 't is not to be told How Love is made the Price of abject Gold But why in vaine lament I since I see Beasts for their safety use those Armes which be Allotted them by Nature Tigers paw's Use for defence Lions their teeth and claw's The Stag does for her safety use to fly A womans weapon is her Beauty Why Then since all these do use their nat'ral armes To conquer foes or save themselves from harms Should not I when that nature ha's me made Apt for to ravish make use of the trade I 'l force I 'l ravish what she me denies Nor will be moved with her pray'rs nor cries Not long ago I told was by a Swain That in the fountain lies in yonder plain She often baths her self there I intend To hide me in the bushes to the end That when she comes I may be sure to take Hold on her what resistance can she make ' Gainst me poor tender soule and for her cries I 'l neither them nor of her beauty prize The power Oh if I can but once entwine This hand within her locks why then she 's mine Nor shal the gods release her til that I For my revenge my armes in blood do dy Act. 2. Scen. 2. Daphne and Thirsis Daph. THirsis as I thee told I long since thought Amintas did love Silvia and have sought God knows all way 's to further this his love And shall the more since thou art pleas'd to move Me in it but I rather had by far Chuse for to tame a lion or fierce bear Then such a simple girle who does not know How piercing be her beauties armes and though She others kils yet is her self stil sound And wounding others knows not how to wound Thir. And where 's that child so simple han't a mind As soon as out of swathling bands to find Arts to seem handsom and to make her please And how to kil with pleasing and with ease Can tell what armes they be cause death nay more What armes they be which life again restore Daph. Who mistresse is of so much art Thir. As though Thou knewst not Daphne 't is the same doth shew Flight to the winged birds and doth infuse Swimming to fishes teaches Buls to use Their hornes and makes Juno's proud bird to spread Her Argus-eye-deckt feathers o're his head Daph. I 'd very fain know how you cal this same Mistress of arts Thir. Why Daphne is her name Daph. Out filthy liar that thou art Thir. why fool Art thou not able then to keep at school A thousand girls although no need there is In this same Art of Love of Mistresses For nature is their mistresse though 't is true The mother and the nurse bear a share too Daph. Come thou too knavish art in sum I 'l tel Thee that I am not yet resolved well If Silvia be so simple as she feigns Her self to be for down in yonder plains Where the clear waters of the silent lake Incircled round a pretty Island make I t'other day saw Silvia counsel take How she the golden tresses of her head In pretty curls might o're her forehead spread And then how she might fittest o're them place Her snow-white vail o're that with better grace Order some fragrant flowers with lilies fair Her white neck she 'd adorn and so compare Which was the whitest now a lovely rose To her sweet cheeks to see which did disclose The liveliest hue then with delight would she Smile as 't were boasting of the victory Methought she seem'd to say I onely do For your disgrace base flowers carry you Not for my ornament since all may see How much in beauty you must yeild to me But whilst she flatt'red thus her self her eye By chance she turn'd and turning did espie That I sat laughing in th' adjacent bowers At which she blush'd and strait let fall her flowers When laugh the more to see her blush did I Which her cheeks tinged in a deeper dy But cause that onely on one side her head Her hair was gathered on the other spread She fearful I should see again poor soule As 't were from the clear fountain counsel stole And though she were undrest yet pleas'd was she That so undrest she look'd so

That in thy love all things wil succeed wel Amin. If by experience thou canst ought me tell Which comfort may my hope pray don't it hide Thir. When I came hither first for to abide Within these woods I knew and did esteem This Mopsus such as thou dost now him deem I had by chance occasion for to go To the great Citie which I let him know As hoping his advice when thus to me He spake To the great land thou go'st said he Where the sly Citizens and those o' th Court Of simple rusticks make a scoffing sport Therefore be sure this counsel take of mine Come not near those whom thou shalt see to shine With gold and stones and other vain devices But above all and slight not my advices Beware least thou be led by thy ill fate Or youthful curios'ty to the gate O' th magazine of pratlers Then strait I Demanded of him what that place might be In this place Sorceresses live said he Who by inchantments do all things unvail What to thee seems pure gold to them is pale And sordid brasse those arches thou with treasure Deemst fil'd are dirt and mire out of measure There are the wals built with great art and do Speak themselves and to speakers answer too Nor do they answer a dumb voice alone As Eccho here but in words one by one Tables and stools and all go tittle tattle And should a dumb man enter here he 'd prattle But ther 's worse evil yet here maist thou be Chang'd into water fier or a tree Water of tears and fire of sighs content With this fond foresight I to th' City went Where guided by blest fate I chanc'd to spy The happy lodge as I was passing by With curious eye expecting something worth My sight I chanc'd to hear at length come forth Out of the gate such pleasant murm'ring noises Of nymphs and Sirens the harmonious voices As made me stand astonied with delight The object pleas'd so both my ears and sight Just by the gate as guard to things so good A man of a magnan'mous aspect stood To whom I do not wel know which I were Best give that stile of Duke or Cavalier He with benign and grave aspect together Invited great and smal to come in thither Nor did he me poor simple soul despise O gods what did I see there near mine eyes Enjoy'd such blessed sights nymphs ful as fair As heavenly goddesses or far more rare Beauties more bright then glittering Phaebus beams When at his rise he guild's the eastern streams There sate Apollo and the Muses nine Shining in all their Graces so Divine And ' mongst the Muses sate the sage Elpin Then was I ravished with a high desire Then first I flam'd with a Poetick fire I sang the lives of Kings o th ' ancient times Scorning a mean verse or pastorall rimes And though again I to these woods return'd By my ill destiny yet still I burn'd With some part of that fire yet did abound My Pipe still with a more then rurall sound But envious Mopsus chancing me to spy One day cast at me a Malignant eye Whereby I hoarse became and then long time I silent was and sung no more in rime Seen by the Wolfe Pastors supposed me Which caus'd my silence but that wolfe was he This I have told thee that thou maist perceive How willing is this Mopso to deceive And void of faith and therefore cause he will Thee void of hope I 'd have thee hope more still Amin. It pleases me extreamly for to heare What thou hast told then of my life the care To thee I do commit Thir. Let me alone I care will take of it as of my own I le go see what for thee I can prevaile Then in an houre to meet me do not faile CHORUS MOst blessed age of gold not cause the floods Stream'd down pure snow white milk nor cause the woods Distill'd sweet hony or the free earth bore Her fruits untouch't nor had her bowells tore As yet by th' labr'ing ploughman lambs might erre Through the thick forrests without noise or fear Nor yet because no winters clouds begun T ' ecclipse that Radiant Splendor of the Sun With which it's warme and pleasant beames did bring The wish'd-for happ'nesse of a constant spring Nor wandring pines did yet with sails unfold For warr or gain compass the late known world But only cause that foolish and that vain Idol of errors and deceit that name So without substance which the Vulgar mad Did afterwards call Honour as yet had No Power to play the Tyrant or controule The Peace and Freedome of a joviall soule But nymphs and pastors sweetly liv'd nor knew Any delight but what from freedom grew Not subject but to law perform'd with ease Which nature writ Is lawful if it please No need there was of Cupids torch to move Or shafts to force the Nymphs and Swains to love Their very sports inflam'd them and their smiles They mix with their sweet words and then e're while Both with their sweeter kisses then the rose Of her fair cheeks the Virgin did disclose Freely to all which now alas are blown To the delight and pleasure but of one Then often by the waters of a bright Spring lovers us'd to take their full delight But thou perversest honour first didst shade This fountain of delight and thou first made This freedom cease and thou didst first deny Water to quench his thirst whom love made dry Thou taught'st those splendant beauties first to lie Vail'd and obscur'd from every am'rous eye Their all gold shining hair thou didst restrain Into a net and thou hast put a rein To all sweet dear lascivious acts and we Think now that theft which us'd loves gift to be And all these acts of thine turn to our pain But thou great Jove who with thy power dost reign O're love and nature with a word can'st tame The greatest Monarchs and whose very name Strikes terrour why alas dost take delight To disturb us poor miscreants kings of might And power best fit thy thoughts disturb their peace And grant great god that we may live at ease And by thy divine providence be hurl'd Into the golden o th' ancient world We 'l hope since there 's no joy when once one dies We 'l hope that as we have seen with our eies The Sun to set so we may see it rise Act. 2. Scen. 1. Satyre alone SMall is the Bee much smaller is her sting Yet doth its wound both pain sorrow bring But what 's more smal then love since it conceals It self within such minute parts and steals Into the smallest spaces now it rests Within the valley of two alp-like breasts Now creeps and hides it self within the fair And curled tresses of a golden hair Now under twinkling eye-brows now i' th' sleek And rosie dimples of a laughing cheek Yet are it's wounds it's plagues so sad so sore That nought can

I sing not of those Trojan wars VVhose fame already mounts the stars Or vict'ry of the Greeks Nor yet will I employ my muse To tell you how they fed the Jews With garlick and with leeks 3. But yet the best I can I 'l tell What in a voyage me befell Made from a land of Moors A land of asses well you wot I left but yet I 'l tell you what I chanc'd to light ' mongst * I came on a Flemish ship bores 4. I never thought beasts of that race Did use the surging seas to trace Their brawn is good at feasts But yet I 'l tell you I might guesse Both lands were low so more or lesse Both people might be beasts 5. Good god should I give you account Of all my labours they 'd surmount Great Hercules his * I had occasion of no more seven For I believe these bores are so Much like the Turks they think to go By bestialities to Heaven 6. First come aboard with a great stir They gruntled out You 'r welcome Sir I star'd and was half daunted They grin'd and grunted so together That what with that and the foul weather I fear'd I was inchanted 7. The Captain strait me carries in And drinks to me in my own wine 'T is true I tell you now And faith I judg'd it well as yet If I amongst these Bores could get A pig of my own sow 8. But when we came to dinner oh My mouth with water 'gan to flow You never saw the like For I believe that such pure meat So sluttish drest was never eat By any Irish Tike 9. I now 'gan to repent in vain And wish'd my self ashore again To feed there like an asse But all alas would not prevail For now our ship was under sail I wisht't had been on grasse 10. But come I will observe some order Though they had none in all their larder And tell you of their diet I do beleive you 'l think it good But this advise you that you wou'd Ne'r venture for to try it 11. First enter then a bowl of beans Boil'd just to mash and swims with streams Of grease as black as hell 'T is good sea meat you need not chew it And if you 're sick with ease you spew it And this I think likes well 12. The next is lentils which they boil With a commixtion of whales oyl With that a little brandy Then Devils Cook with all your tricks And boil the waters of black Stix This dish wil go beyond ye 13. Then comes in Stock-fish ful as tough As Bacon rind and twice as rough They 'l take no pains to beat it And I 'l besworn can I get hay That feed but like a horse I may I 'l take no pains to eat it 14. To see the maggots in the Cheese Is that which best of all doth please How monstrously they shew A vomit or a stool to urge You need no glister nor a purge Ne'r fear but this will do 15. But if on Sundays we did get A piece of powder'd beef why it Was monstrous rare and fine O then you 'd see them flash and slay And swear by th' Sacrament that they Like Hogon Mogons dine 16 'T is true the flesh a hogo has But yet with them it well doth passe For wonderous good fare And now I 've told you of their meat I 'l tell you who they were it eat You 'l judge what Bores they are 17. Then first the Captain mounts the stage And he appears a Saint of age Although he be not old Yet so his grace his age outstript That full nine years since he was dipt As I have oft been told 18 O 't is a fatted Boar I 'l swear That with his bristles and his hair He 's full ten foot about And faith when first I did him see I thought Golias such as he Though this wa'n't half so stout 19. Had you but seen with how much pains He 'd wallow down the meat like grains 'T would put you in a fear For if you seek the whole world round Scarce such another would be found Unless 't a Marriot were 20. I wondred much how he could stay To hear grace said or rather pray-re For 't was not he that said it But if you understand aright It did but whet his appetite God! how he after paid it 21. Next mounts the mate our holy brother The world affords not such another 'T is a most precious Saint O you might hear him preach and pray Till quite his breath was gone away I 'm sure til I did faint 22. O what a piece of carrion 't was As lean as any straw-fed Asse A pox upon his lungs For had you heard his tittle tattle You would have sworn by his prattle He had had twenty tongues 23. You 'l judge the rest of this foul rabble And put me to no further trouble That I felt there was sore And I imagine all like me That were they caught but once they 'd be Intrapped by them no more 24. I do believe these are the swine With whom the prodigal did dine At least like them they be But if his whores were of this kind He had a dev'lish lustful mind Faith he should for me 25. But all this while we under saile Endured many a bitter gale And yet I wisht for more I was so tired with hard fare That in good troth I did not care Though I came wet ashore 26. At length we reach'd Messina here The Spanish Boyes did scold and jeer And cal'd me English dog I thought they with more reason might Against the Captain vent their spite And call him Flemish hog 27. Wel here I some refreshment got I after wish'd I had it not It made my grief the more For all my hate to Borish diet Yet I was forc'd again to try it Which worse was than before 28. Scarce gotten from Messina well Becalm'd before the gates of hel Full fourteen dayes we lay Judge now in what a case we were They call it Strombello and here The Devil dwels they say 29. I think the Dee'l had a desire To Cook a whole Bore at his fire But none were good enough 'T was well for them they wa'n't in case And though the Captains burly face Yet he was found too tough 30. At last we reach'd unto our port Which made my heart begin to sport I thought I was in heaven This voyage taught me how to preach But all the doctrine that I teach Is w' are the Flemings leaven Dom. Baudii Gno Iamb lib. primus WHo bears a manlike soul or valiant breast Provokes not dangers to disturb his rest Nor is so prodigal on every cause Too light to spend his strength but when the lawes The true Religion or his Countries good Crave his assistance freely spils his blood To cast away our life denotes a fear Who throws not off that load he cannot bear Cato or Cassius scarce deserv'd a room In