with such measure Betweene you both faire issue to engender Longer then Nestor may you liue in pleasure The Gods to you such sweete content surrender That may make mild and tender The beasts in euery mountaine And glad the fields and vvoods and euery Fountaine Abiuring former sadnes Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing Let fields and Forrests with their good requite you And Flora decke the ground where you are going Roses and Violets strowing The Iasmine and the Gilliflower With many more and neuer in your bower To tast of houshold sadnes Ring foorth faire Nimphs your ioyfull Songs for gladnes Concord and peace hold you for aye contented And in your ioyfull state liue you so quiet That with the plague of iealousie tormented You may not be nor fed with Fortunes diet And that your names may flie yet To hills vnknowne with glorie But now because my breast so hoarce and sorrie It faints may rest from singing End Nimphs your Songs that in the clouds are ringing Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Philistus farewell to false Clorinda CLorinda false adiew thy loue torments me Let Thirsis haue thy hart since he contents thee Oh greefe and bitter anguish For thee I languish Faine I alas would hide it Oh but who can abide it I can I cannot I abide it Adiew adiew then Farewell Leaue my death now desiring For thou hast thy requiring Thus spake Philistus on his hooke relying And sweetly â—ell a dying Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalls FINIS ¶ Rosalindes Madrigall LOue in my bosome like a Bee dooth suck his sweete Now with his wings he playes with me now with his feete Within mine eyes he makes his nest His bed amidst my tender brest My kisses are his daily feast And yet he robs me of my rest Ah wanton will ye And if I sleepe then pierceth he with prettie slight And makes his pillow of my knee the liue-long night Strike I my Lute he tunes the string He musique playes if I but sing He lends me euery louely thing Yet cruell he my hart dooth sting Whist wanton still ye Else I with Roses euery day will whip ye hence And binde ye when ye long to play for your offence I le shut mine eyes to keepe ye in I le make you fast it for your sinne I le count your power not woorth a pin Alas what heereby shall I winne If he gaine-say me What if I beate the wanton boy with many a rod He will repay me with annoy because a God Then sit thou safely on my knee And let thy bower my bosome be Lurke in mine eyes I like of thee O Cupid so thou pitty me Spare not but play thee Thom. Lodge FINIS ¶ A Dialogue Song betweene Syluanus and Arsilius Syl. SHeepheard why doo'st thou hold thy peace Sing and thy ioy to vs report Arsil. My ioy good Sheepheard should be lesse If it were told in any sort Syl. Though such great fauours thou doo'st winne Yet daigne thereof to tell some part Arsil. The hardest thing is to begin In enterprizes of such Art Syl. Come make an end no cause omit Of all the ioyes that thou art in Arsil. How should I make an end of it That am not able to begin Syl. It is not iust we should consent That thou should'st not thy ioyes recite Arsil. The soule that felt the punishment Dooth onely feele this great delight Syl. That ioy is small and nothing fine That is not told abroade to manie Arsil. If it be such a ioy as mine It neuer can neuer be told to anie Syl. How can this hart of thine containe A ioy that is of such great force Arsil. I haue it where I did retaine My passions of so great remorce Syl. So great and rare a ioy is this No man is able to with-hold Arsil. But greater that a pleasure is The lesse it may with words be told Syl. Yet haue I heard thee heeretofore Thy ioyes in open Songs report Arsil. I said I had of ioy some store But not how much nor in what sort Syl. Yet when a ioy is in excesse It selfe it will oft-times vnfold Arsil. Nay such a ioy would be the lesse If but a word thereof were told Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Montanus Sonnet WHen the dogge Full of rage With his irefull eyes Frownes amidst the skies The Sheepheard to asswage The furie of the heate Him selfe dooth safely seate By a Fount Full of faire Where a gentle breath Mounting from beneath tempereth the ayre There his flocks Drinke their fill And with ease repose While sweet sleepe doth close Eyes from toyling ill But I burne Without rest No defensiue power Shields from Phoebus lower sorrow is my best Gentle Loue Lower no more If thou wilt inuade In the secret shade Labour not so sore I my selfe And my flocks They their Loue to please I my selfe to ease Both leaue the shadie Oakes Content to burne in fire Sith Loue dooth so desire S. E. D. FINIS ¶ The Nimph Seluagia her Song SHeepheard who can passe such wrong And a life in woes so deepe Which to liue is to too long As it is too short to weepe Greeuous sighs in vaine I wast Leesing my affiance and I perceaue my hope at last with a candle in the hand What time then to hope among bitter hopes that neuer sleepe When this life is to too long as it is too short to weepe This greefe which I feele so rife wretch I doo deserue as hire Since I came to put my life in the hands of my desire Then cease not my complaints so strong for though life her course dooth keepe It is not to liue so long as it is too short to weepe Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ The Heard-mans happie life WHat pleasure haue great Princes more daintie to their choice Then Heardmen wilde who carelesse in quiet life reioyce And Fortunes Fate not fearing Sing sweet in Sommer morning Their dealings plaine and rightfull are voide of all deceite They neuer know how spightfull it is to kneele and waite On fauourite presumptuous Whose pride is vaine and sumptuous All day theyr flocks each tendeth at night they take their rest More quiet then who sendeth his ship into the East Where gold and pearle are plentie But getting very daintie For Lawyers and their pleading they'steeme it not a straw They thinke that honest meaning is of it selfe a law Where conscience iudgeth plainely They spend no money vainely Oh happy who thus liueth not caring much for gold With cloathing which suffiseth to keepe him from the cold Though poore and plaine his diet Yet merrie it is and quiet Out of M. Birds set Songs FINIS ¶ Cinthia the Nimph her Song to faire Polydora NEere to the Riuer banks with greene And pleasant trees on euery side Where freest minds would most haue beene That neuer felt braue Cupids pride To passe the day and
that Venus force imparts But lie content Within a fire and waste away their harts Vp flewe the Dame and vanish'd in a cloud But there stoode I And many thoughts within my mind did shroud My loue for why I felt within my hart a scorching fire And yet as did The Salamander t was my whole desire Ro. Greene. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheard Firmius his Song SHeepheards giue eare and now be still Vnto my passions and their cause and what they be Since that with such an earnest will And such great signes of friendships lawes you aske it me It is not long since I was whole Nor since I did in euery part free-will resigne It is not long since in my sole Possession I did know my hart and to be mine It is not long since euen and morrow All pleasure that my hart could finde was in my power It is not long since greefe and sorrow My louing hart began to binde and to deuoure It is not long since companie I did esteeme a ioy indeede still to frequent Nor long since solitarilie I liu'd and that this life did breede my sole content Desirous I wretched to see But thinking not to see so much as then I sawe Loue made me know in what degree His valour and braue force did touch me with his lawe First he did put no more nor lesse Into my hart then he did view that there did want But when my breast in such excesse Of liuely flames to burne I knew then were so scant My ioyes that now did so abate My selfe estraunged euery way from former rest That I did know that my estate And that my life was euery day in deaths arrest I put my hand into my side To see what was the cause of this vnwonted vaine Where I did finde that torments hied By endlesse death to preiudice my life with paine Because I sawe that there did want My hart wherein I did delight my dearest hart And he that did the same supplant No iurisdiction had of right to play that part The Iudge and Robber that remaine Within my soule their cause to trie are there all one And so the giuer of the paine And he that is condemn'd to die or I or none To die I care not any way Though without why to die I greeue as I doo see But for because I heard her say None die for lone for I beleeue none such there be Then this thou shalt beleeue by me Too late and without remedie as did in briefe Anaxarete and thou shalt see The little she did satisfie with after griefe Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards praise of his sacred Diana PRaysed be Dianaes faire and harmelesse light Praised be the dewes where-with she moists the ground Praised be her beames the glory of the night Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound Prais'd be her Nimphs with whom she decks the vvoods Prais'd be her Knights in whom true honour liues Prais'd be that force by which she mooues the floods Let that Diana shine which all these giues In heauen Queene she is among the Spheares She Mistresse-like makes all things to be pure Eternity in her oft change she beares She beauty is by her the faire endure Time weares her not she dooth his Chariot guide Mortality below her Orbe is plast By her the vertue of the starres downe slide In her is vertues perfect Image cast A knowledge pure it is her woorth to know With Circes let them dwell that thinke not so FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards dumpe LIke desart Woods with darksome shades obscured Where dreadfull beasts where hatefull horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The Trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell loue within my hart maintaineth To whet my greefe when as my sorrow waineth The ghastly beasts my thoughts in cares assured Which wadge me warre whilst hart no succour gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighs by cares procured Which foorth I send whilst weeping eye complaineth To coole the heate the helplesse hart containeth But shafts but cares sighs horrors vnrecured Were nought esteem'd if for their paines awarded Your Sheepheards loue might be by you regarded S. E. D. FINIS ¶ The Nimph Dianaes Song WHen that I poore soule was borne I was borne vnfortunate Presently the Fates had sworne To fore-tell my haplesse state Titan his faire beames did hide Phoebe ' clips'd her siluer light In my birth my Mother died Young and faire in heauie plight And the Nurse that gaue me suck Haplesse was in all her life And I neuer had good luck Being mayde or married wife I lou'd well and was belou'd And forgetting was forgot This a haplesse marriage mou'd Greeuing that it kills me not With the earth would I were wed Then in such a graue of woes Daylie to be buried Which no end nor number knowes Young my Father married me Forc'd by my obedience Syrenus thy faith and thee I forgot without offence Which contempt I pay so farre Neuer like was paid so much Iealousies doo make me warre But without a cause of such I doo goe with iealous eyes To my folds and to my Sheepe And with iealousie I rise When the day begins to peepe At his table I doo eate In his bed with him I lie But I take no rest nor meate Without cruell iealousie If I aske him what he ayles And whereof he iealous is In his aunswere then he failes Nothing can he say to this In his face there is no cheere But he euer hangs the head In each corner he dooth peere And his speech is sad and dead Ill the poore soule liues ywis That so hardly married is Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Rowlands Madrigall FAire Loue rest thee heere Neuer yet was morne so cleere Sweete be not vnkinde Let me thy fauour finde Or else for loue I die Harke this pretty bubling spring How it makes the Meadowes ring Loue now stand my friend Heere let all sorrow end And I will honour thee See where little Cupid lyes Looking babies in her eyes Cupid helpe me now Lend to me thy bowe to wound her that wounded me Heere is none to see or tell All our flocks are feeding by This banke with Roses spred Oh it is a dainty bed fit for my Loue and me Harke the birds in yonder Groaue How they chaunt vnto my Loue Loue be kind to me As I haue beene to thee for thou hast wonne my hart Calme windes blow you faire Rock her thou sweete gentle ayre O the morne is noone The euening comes too soone to part my Loue and me The Roses and thy lips doo meete Oh that life were halfe so sweete Who would respect his breath That might die such a death oh that life thus might die All the bushes that be neere With sweet Nightingales beset Hush sweete and be still Let them sing their fill there 's none our ioyes to let Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast
start For it ranne from eye to hart Calisto straite supposed loue Was faire and frollique for to loue Dian she Scap'd not free For well I wote heere-vpon She lou'd the Swaine Endimion Clitia Phaebus and Chloris eye Thought none so faire as Mercurie Venus thus Did discusse By her Sonne in darts of fire None so chast to check desire Dian rose with all her Maydes Blushing thus at Loues braides With sighs all Shew their thrall And flinging thence pronounc'd this saw What so strong as Loues sweete law Ro. Greene. FINIS ¶ Astrophell to Stella his third Song IF Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musiques loue Through pores of sencelesse trees as it could make them moue If stones good measure daunc'd the Thebane walls to build To cadence of the tunes which Amphyons Lyre did yeeld More cause a like effect at least-wise bringeth O stones ô trees learne hearing Stella singeth If Loue might sweet'n so a boy of Sheepheards broode To make a â—yzard dull to tast Loues daintie foode If Eagle fierce could so in Grecian Mayde delight As his light was her eyes her death his endlesse night Earth gaue that Loue heau'n I trow Loue defineth O beasts ô birds looke Loue loe Stella shineth The birds stones and trees feele this and feeling Loue And if the trees nor stones stirre not the same to proue Nor beasts nor birds doo come vnto this blessed gaze Know that small Loue is quicke and great Loue dooth amaze They are amaz'd but you with reason armed O eyes ô eares of men how are you charmed S. Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ A Song betweene Syrenus and Syluanus Syrenus WHo hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure If in his drinke some ease he hath assayed Then let him quench his thirsting without measure And if his weapons pleasant in their manner Let him embrace his standard and his banner For being free from him and quite exempted Ioyfull I am and proud and well contented Syluanus Of Cupids daintie cates who hath not prayed May be depriued of them at his pleasure If wormewood in his drinke he hath assayed Let him not quench his thirsting without measure And if his weapons in their cruell manner Let him abiure his standard and his banner For I not free from him and not exempted Ioyfull I am and proud and well contented Syrenus Loue 's so expert in giuing many a trouble That now I know not why he should be praised He is so false so changing and so double That with great reason he must be dispraised Loue in the end is such a iarring passion That none should trust vnto his peeuish fashion For of all mischiefe he 's the onely Maister And to my good a torment and disaster Syluanus Loue 's so expert in giuing ioy not trouble That now I know not but he should be praised He is so true so constant neuer double That in my minde he should not be dispraised Loue in the end is such a pleasing passion That euery one may trust vnto his fashion For of all good he is the onely Maister And foe vnto my harmes and my disaster Syrenus Not in these sayings to be proou'd a lyer He knowes that dooth not loue nor is beloued Now nights and dayes I rest as I desire After I had such greefe from me remooued And cannot I be glad since thus estraunged My selfe from false Diana I haue chaunged Hence hence false Loue I will not entertaine thee Since to thy torments thou doo'st seeke to traine me Syluanus Not in these saying to be proou'd a lyer He knowes that loues and is againe beloued Now nights and dayes I rest in sweete desire After I had such happy fortune prooued And cannot I be glad since not estraunged My selfe into Seluagia I haue chaunged Come come good Loue and I will entertaine thee Since to thy sweete content thou seek'st to traine me Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia SWell Ceres now for other Gods are shrinking Pomona pineth Fruitlesse her tree Faire Phaebus shineth Onely on me Conceite dooth make me smile whilst I am thinking How euery one dooth reade my storie How euery bough on Ceres lowreth Cause heauen plenty on me powreth And they in leaues doo onely glorie All other Gods of power bereauen Ceres onely Queene of heauen With roabes and flowers let me be dressed Cinthia that shineth Is not so cleare Cinthia declineth When I appeare Yet in this Isle she raignes as blessed And euery one at her dooth wonder And in my eares still fond fame whispers Cinthia shall be Ceres Mistres But first my Carre shall riue in sunder Helpe Phaebus helpe my fall is suddaine Cinthia Cinthia must be Soueraigne This Song was sung before her Maiestie at Bissam the Lady Russels in prograce The Authors name unknowne to me ¶ A Pastorall Ode to an honourable friend AS to the blooming prime Bleake Winter being fled From compasse of the clime Where Nature lay as dead The Riuers dull'd with time The greene leaues withered Fresh Zephyri the Westerne brethren be So th' honour of your fauour is to me For as the Plaines reuiue And put on youthfull greene As plants begin to thriue That disattir'd had beene And Arbours now aliue In former pompe are seene So if my Spring had any flowers before Your breathes Fauonius hath encreast the store E. B. FINIS ¶ A Nimphs disdaine of Loue. HEy downe a downe did Dian sing amongst her Virgins sitting Then loue there is no vainer thing for Maydens most vnfitting And so think I with a downe downe derrie VVhen women knew no woe but liu'd them-selues to please Mens fayning guiles they did not know the ground of their disease Vnborne was false suspect no thought of iealousie From wanton toyes and fond affect the Virgins life was free Hey downe a downe did Dian sing c. At length men vsed charmes to which what Maides gaue eare Embracing gladly endlesse harmes anone enthralled were Thus women welcom'd woe disguis'd in name of loue A iealous hell a painted show so shall they finde that proue Hey downe a downe did Dian sing amongst her Virgins sitting Then loue there is no vainer thing for Maydens most vnfitting And so thinke I with a downe downe derrie Ignoto FINIS ¶ Apollos Loue-Song for faire Daphne MY hart and tongue were twinnes at once conceaued The eldest was my hart borne dumbe by destinie The last my tongue of all sweet thoughts bereaued Yet strung and tun'd to play harts harmonie Both knit in one and yet a-sunder placed What hart would speake the tongue dooth still discouer What tongue dooth speake is of the hart embraced And both are one to make a new-found Louer New-found and onely found in Gods and Kings Whose words are deedes but deedes nor words regarded Chast thoughts doo mount and flie with swiftest wings My loue with paine my paine with losse rewarded Engraue vpon this tree Daphnes perfection That
beames where they once are darted Loue there-with is straite imparted Stella whose voyce when it speakes Sences all a-sunder breakes Stella whose voyce when it singeth Angels to acquaintance bringeth Stella in whose body is Writ each Character of blisse Whose face all all beauty passeth Saue thy minde which it surpasseth Graunt ô graunt but speech alas Failes me fearing on to passe Graunt ô me what am I saying But no fault there is in praying Graunt ô deere on knees I pray Knees on ground he then did stay That not I but since I loue you Time and place for me may mooue you Neuer season was more fit Neuer roome more apt for it Smiling ayre alowes my reason The birds sing now vse the season This small winde which so sweete is See how it the leaues dooth kisse Each tree in his best attyring Sence of loue to loue inspiring Loue makes earth the water drinke Loue to earth makes water sinke And if dumbe things be so wittie Shall a heauenly grace want pittie There his hands in their speech faine Would haue made tongues language plaine But her hands his hands repelling Gaue repulse all grace excelling Then she spake her speech was such As not eares but hart did touch While such wise she loue denied As yet loue she signified Astrophell said she my Loue Cease in these effects to proue Now be still yet still beleeue me Thy greefe more then death dooth greeue me If that any thought in me Can tast comfort but of thee Let me feede with hellish anguish Ioylesse helplesse endlesse languish If those eyes you praised be Halfe so deere as you to me Let me home returne starke blinded Of those eyes and blinder minded If to secret of my hart I doo any wish impart Where thou art not formost placed Be both wish and I defaced If more may be said I say All my blisse on thee I lay If thou loue my loue content thee For all loue all faith is meant thee Trust me while I thee denie In my selfe the smart I trie Tirant honour dooth thus vse thee Stellaes selfe might not refuse thee Therefore deere this no more moue Least though I leaue not thy loue Which too deepe in me is framed I should blush when thou art named There-with-all away she went Leauing him to passion rent With what she had done and spoken That there-with my Song is broken S. Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ Syrenus his Song to Dianaes Flocks PAssed contents Oh what meane ye Forsake me now and doo not wearie me VVilt thou heare me ô memorie My pleasant dayes and nights againe I haue appai'd with seauen-fold paine Thou hast no more to aske me why For when I went they all did die As thou doo'st see O leaue me then and doo not wearie me Greene field and shadowed valley where Sometime my chiefest pleasure was Behold what I did after passe Then let me rest and if I beare Not with good cause continuall feare Now doo you see O leaue me then and doo not trouble me I saw a hart changed of late And wearied to assure mine Then I was forced to recure mine By good occasion time and fate My thoughts that now such passions hate O what meane ye Forsake me now and doo not wearie me You Lambs and Sheepe that in these Layes Did sometime follow me so glad The merrie houres and the sad Are passed now with all those dayes Make not such mirth and wunted playes As once did ye For now no more you haue deceaued me If that to trouble me you come Or come to comfort me in deede I haue no ill for comforts neede But if to kill me Then in some Now my ioyes are dead and dombe Full well may ye Kill me and you shall make an end of me Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ To Amarillis THough Amarillis daunce in greene Like Faierie Queene And sing full cleere With smiling cheere Yet since her eyes make hart so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more My Sheepe are lost for want of foode And I so wood That all the day I sit and watch a Heard-mayde gay Who laughs to see me sigh so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more Her louing lookes her beautie bright Is such delight That all in vaine I loue to like and loose my gaine For her that thanks me not therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more Ah wanton eyes my friendly foes And cause of woes Your sweet desire Breedes flames of yce and freeze in fire You scorne to see me weepe so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more Loue ye who list I force him not Sith God it wot The more I waile The lesse my sighs and teares preuaile What shall I doo but say therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more Out of M. Birds set Songs FINIS ¶ Cardenia the Nimph to her false Sheepheard Faustus FAustus if thou wilt reade from me These fewe and simple lines By them most clearely thou shalt fee How little should accounted be Thy faigned words and signes For noting well thy deedes vnkinde Sheepheard thou must not scan That euer it came to my minde To praise thy faith like to the winde Or for a constant man For this in thee shall so be found As smoake blowne in the aire Or like Quick-siluer turning round Or as a house built on the ground Of sands that doo impaire To firmenesse thou art contrarie More slipp'rie then the Ecle Changing as Weather-cocke on hie Or the Camelion on the die Or Fortunes turning wheele VVho would beleeue thou wert so free To blaze me thus each houre My Sheepheardesse thou liu'st in me My soule dooth onely dwell in thee And euery vitall power Pale Atropos my vitall string Shall cut and life offend The streames shall first turne to their spring The world shall end and euery thing Before my loue shall end This loue that thou didst promise me Sheepheard where is it found The word and faith I had of thee O tell me now where may they be Or where may they resound Too soone thou did'st the tytle gaine Of giuer of vaine words Too soone my loue thou did'st obtaine Too soone thou lou'dst Diana in vaine That nought but scornes affords But one thing now I will thee tell That much thy pacience mooues That though Diana dooth excell In beautie yet she keepes not well Her faith nor loyall prooues Thou then hast chosen each one saith Thine equall and a shrow For if thou hast vndone thy faith Her Loue and Louer she betrayeth So like to like may goe If now this Sonnet which I send Will anger thee Before Remember Faustus yet my friend That if these speeches doo offend Thy deedes doo hurt me more Thus let each one of vs amend Thou deedes I words so spent For I confesse I blame my pen Doo thou as much so in the end They deedes thou doo repent Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Of Phillida AS I beheld I saw a Heardman wilde with his sheepe-hooke
coy heigh hoe heigh hoe coy disdaine I know you loue a Sheepheards boy fie that Maydens so should faine Well Amarillis now I yeeld Sheepheards pipe aloude Loue conquers both in towne and field like a Tirant fierce and proude The euening starre is vp ye see Vesper shines we must away Would euery Louer might agree so we end our Roundelay H. C. FINIS The Sheepheards Antheme NEere to a bancke with Roses set about Where prettie Turtles ioyning bill to bill And gentle springs steale softly murmuring out Washing the foote of pleasures sacred hill There little Loue sore wounded lyes his bow and arrowes broken Bedewde with teares from Venus eyes Oh that it should be spoken Beare him my hart slaine with her scornfull eye Where sticks the arrow that poore hart did kill With whose sharpe pyle yet will him ere he die About my hart to write his latest will And bid him send it backe to mee at instant of his dying That cruell cruell shee may see my fayth and her denying His Hearse shall be a mournfull Cypres shade And for a Chauntrie Philomels sweet lay Where prayer shall continually be made By Pilgrime louers passing by that way With Nimphs and Sheepheards yeerely mone his timelesse death beweeping And telling that my hart alone hath his last will in keeping Mich. Drayton FINIS The Countesse of Pembrookes Pastorall A Sheepheard and a Sheepheardesse sate keeping sheepe vpon the downes His lookes did gentle blood expresse her beauty was no foode for clownes Sweet louely twaine what might you be Two fronting hills bedect with flowers they chose to be each others seate And there they stole theyr amorous houres with sighes and teares poore louers meate Fond Loue that feed'st thy seruants so Faire freend quoth he when shall I liue That am halfe dead yet cannot die Can beautie such sharpe guerdon giue to him whose life hangs in your eye Beautie is milde and will not kill Sweet Swaine quoth shee accuse not mee that long haue been thy humble thrall But blame the angry destinie whose kinde consent might finish all Vngentle Fate to crosse true loue Quoth hee let not our Parents hate disioyne what heauen hath linckt in one They may repent and all too late if chyldlesse they be left alone Father nor freend should wrong true loue The Parents frowne said shee is death to children that are held in awe From them we drew our vitall breath they challenge dutie then by law Such dutie as kills not true loue They haue quoth hee a kinde of sway on these our earthly bodies heere But with our soules deale not they may the God of loue doth hold them deere Hee is most meet to rule true loue I know said shee t is worse then hell when Parents choyse must please our eyes Great hurt comes thereby I can tell forc'd loue in desperate danger dies Fayre mayde then fancie thy true loue If wee quoth hee might see the houre of that sweet state which neuer ends Our heauenly gree might haue the power to make our Parents as deere freends All rancour yeelds to soueraine loue Then God of loue sayd shee consent and shew some wonder of thy power Our Parents and our owne content may be confirmde by such an houre Graunt greatest God to further loue The Fathers who did alwayes tend when thus they got theyr priuate walke As happy fortune chaunc'd to send vnknowne to each heard all this talke Poore soules to be so crost in loue Behind the hills whereon they sate they lay this while and listned all And were so mooued both thereat that hate in each began to fall Such is the power of sacred loue They shewed themselues in open sight poore Louers Lord how they were mazde And hand in hand the Fathers plight whereat poore harts they gladly gazde Hope now begins to further loue And to confirme a mutuall band of loue that at no time should ceasse They likewise ioyned hand in hand the Sheepheard and the Sheepheardesse Like fortune still befall true loue Shep. Tome FINIS Another of Astrophell THe Nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth Vnto her rested sence a perfect waking While late bare earth proude of newe clothing springeth Sings out her woes a thorne her Song-booke making And mournfully bewayling Her throate in tunes expresseth What greefe her brest oppresseth For Tereus force on her chast will preuailing Oh Philamela faire oh take some gladnes That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes Thine earth now springs mine fadeth Thy thorne without my thorne my hart inuadeth Alas shee hath no other cause of languish But Tereus loue on her by strong hand wroken Wherein she suffering all her spirits languish Full woman-like complaines her will was broken But I who daily crauing Cannot haue to content mee Haue more cause to lament mee Sith wanting is more woe then too much hauing Oh Philamela faire oh take some gladnes That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes Thine earth now springs mine fadeth Thy thorne without my thorne my hart inuadeth S. Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ Faire Phillis and her Sheepheard SHeepheard saw you not my faire louely Phillis Walking on this mountaine or on yonder plaine She is gone this way to Dianaes Fountaine and hath left me wounded with her high disdaine Aye me she is faire And without compare Sorrow come and sit with me Loue is full of feares Loue is full of teares Loue without these cannot be Thus my passions paine me For my loue hath slaine me Gentle Sheepheard beare a part Pray to Cupids mother For I know no other that can helpe to ease my smart Sheepheard I haue seene thy faire louely Phillis Where her flocks are feeding by the Riuers side Oh I must admire she so farre exceeding In surpassing beautie should surpasse in pride But alas I finde They are all vnkinde Beauty knowes her power too well When they list they loue When they please they moue thus they turne our heauen to hell For their faire eyes glauncing Like to Cupids dauncing roule about still to deceaue vs With vaine hopes deluding Still dispraise concluding Now they loue and now they leaue vs. Thus I doo despaire haue her I shall neuer If she be so coy lost is all my loue But she is so faire I must loue her euer All my paine is ioy which for her I proue If I should her trie And she should denie heauie hart with woe will breake Though against my will Tongue thou must be still for she will not heare thee speake Then with sighs goe prooue her Let them shew I loue her gracious Venus be my guide But though I complaine me She will still disdaine me beauty is so full of pride What though she be faire speake and feare not speeding Be she nere so coy yet she may be wunne Vnto her repaire where her Flocks are feeding Sit and tick and toy till set be the Sunne Sunne then being set Feare not Vulcanes net though that Mars therein was caught If