Leander writ MERCURY The same why here 's Menander too Faith Sir we did look for you Please Sir to be Alone You ere lov'd singularity Pray take your ease Sir Aristophanes With Sophocles And Euripides You need not brawle For roome this Forme will hold you all This seat must be reserv'd alone For Pindar and Anacreon They come amongst the rest for to discusse What! my smooth Theocritus Most accute in every Page Possess'd with Lymphatick Rage Here are no Neat-heards sit thee down Whence comes this muffled Clown PINDAR Oh t is our Friend Aeschelinus see his head Is wounded some Malevolent Feind Shap'd like an Eagle MERCURY Tread Softly for feare Hyperion heare Whose wrath I must expect to beare If any I admit to come With a crack't 〈…〉 Good Sir come in The game is ready to begin Here onely wants You and your Argonantes APOLLONIUS Enters The Grecians all are marshal'd for the Fight Now let me ranke Aeneas off-spring Right VIRGIL Enters Stay Sir have you the face To claim a place 'Fore Juvenal we know your Muse JUVENAL preferred before VIRGIL by MERCURY Did the Moeonian and Ascraean use Him no supply All sprang from his own Ingenuitie Now you may sit Having done homage to his Wit Make way For Seneca SENECA Enters A Scuffle for Superioritie Nay be not angry Sirs for you must know it Hee 's a Peripatetick and a Poet. MARTIUS CAPELLA Enters The like to us Art thou sweet Martius LUCRETIUS Enters And thou Lucretius Sit yee together be not vex't Deare Horace thou art next HORACE Enters with PERSIUS HORACE I cannot Persius brook H 'as such a crabbed look MERCURY Still jeering Flaccus Sir sit down Weare next to Juvenal the Crown MARTIAL Enters You have been mist Quaint Epigrammatist OVID Enters Oh Sir y've lost the Day By your too tardy stay Admired Naso t' would not please If we should Metamorphose these Already seated 't would become Another Tristium Therefore though great In worth there take thy seate APOLLO Active Cylenius Bring hither next to us Lucan and Statius LUCAN AND STATIUS next APOLLO Yee worthy paire who did great Acts reherse In farre more mighty and Immortall Verse It is your due That I should honour you here sit MER. Hoe stay beare back there t is not fit That every gay Poetick man Should presse before sweet Claudian Though elder in degree Y' are lesser farre then hee CLAUDIAN Enters with TIBULLUS PROPERTIUS CATULLUS AUSONIUS PALINGENIUS MANILLIUS BOETHIUS Sit Claudian now approach Tibullus Propertius Mantuan and Catullus Ausonius Palingenius too Sir here is hardly roome for you Yet enter th' ast a throate Will help make up the Vote MERCURY By the faith of gods and men You have undone us Gentlemen You cannot now inherit The places which you merit MANIL Wee 'l onely bee spectators BOE We Will not disturbe the Company MERCURY Your assent Must mix in this great Parliament Sweet Naso is alone Without Companion You two sit next him APOLLO Are all plac'd MER. Yes Sir with much adoe at last APOLLO Heare then great * Homer Rivall and my honoured Sonns Beloved by the gods and sacred Nine Whom I am proud to call Companions We convocated are by aide Divine To castigate a Critick Elfe Who Censured all men but himselfe Who hath blasphem'd the three times three Taxing the Master of all Poesie Great Homer from whose mouth came all That wee can rare or learned call To heare whom I amazed oft have stood Listning to him as some god All Rivers from the great Oceanus spring From him all Verse he is the Poets King Bring the Delinquent Atlantiades Unto the Barre place him upon his knees Nemesis enters with Scaliger places him at the Barre MER. Rhamnusian Nemesis appear With the Cur'st Critick Scaliger Great light he doth refuse to kneele APOL Whip him stern Feind and let him feele Thy strokes SCAL * Scalliger tormented Hold hold I am content Oh wherefore am I hither sent APOL Injurious Frenchman know'st thou not the cause Thou Traytor to our Fundamental Lawes Whose envious Treason 's hurld Through all parts of the World Hast thou not utter'd horrid Blasphemie Against my Crown and th' Muses Dignitie What mov'd thee to belch forth Aspertions ' gainst the worth Of Divine Homer making Maro farre Although his Ape 'bove him superior And therewith not content Voted'st Museus much more eminent Do we not know when twenty yeares of Age Thou could'st not give the meaning of one Page Of the Phrygian Fabulators Though with the helpe of Commentators Yet afterwards we do confesse Thou understood'st twelve Languages Which makes thy crime the greater By consequence thy punishment compleater Hee 's Planet struck SCAL My guilty sence Cannot afford me so much impudence For to deny My treachery Great Phoebus I acknowledge my offence By thy bright selfe I sweare I held great Homer deare His Poesie As sung by thee Above all humane wit did seem to me Yet by Ambition lead I rashly censured His most incomparable works as low That by eclipsing him I great may grow APOLLO This Ingenious free confession Mitigates much of the Transgression But must not Anticipate The destin'd rigour of thy fate You heare great Rivall and the rest Of my lov'd Sonns this Critick hath confest His Treachery but ther 's no reason Acknowledgement should expiate a Treason Great Homer must not be His Judge do you decree Each give his verdict But Impartially Speak dearest Son SCALIGER CENSURED ORPHEUS Unto a Rock of yee Let him be chain'd LINUS To expiate his vice With Ixion give him torture on a wheele HESIOD Tantalus torment let him feele MUSEUS I still must sing as I was wont Plunge him Leander like i' th Helespont MENANDER Let Cerberus still worrie him or let Him to the chin in Phlegeton be set SOPHOC Let him be given into Aenyos hand EURIPIDES Let fell Maegera lash him with her brand PINDAR In a steepe gulph of fire Let him howle and nere expire ANACREON Falling ever From on high Wishing still A greater ill And yet never Any other torture try LUCAN * Lucan and Statius give their verdict amongst the Greeks is order to A pollos appointment who hath preferred them to a place amongst them His Critick Soule into some flesh preferre Destin'd by Fate to be a School-Master STATIUS Or else by power Divine Seclude it in some Swine AESCHELINUS Titius Kites still teare his heart APOLLONIUS Horror from him never part JUVENAL Beneath mount Aetna give him place With the Ringleaders of the snakefoot-race Once darted mountaines at Joves face VIRGIL Sysiphus snow-ball let him roule SENECA Let the three Furies teare his Soule Eternally with furious ire MARTIUS CAPELLA Confine him to that Lake of fire Gyrts Erebus LUCRETIUS I confirm his Vote HORACE Let Sulphur down his throate Continually be powr'd PERSIUS Let him give ease Unto the Belides And ever mourn Filling the fatall Urne OVID. Let him still curse his Fate While
he the Elizian Joyes doth contemplate CLAUDIAN Charons assotiate let him be To ferrie Soules in his Wherrie And tug the oare till the earth dissolved be TIBULLUS And then be cag'd with swart Tysiphone PROPERTIUS Sodoms destruction still inviron him MANTUA Ever in black Cocytus let him swim AUSONIUS Seat him where Nero sits CATULLUS Place him on Some ever-flaming Grydion PAL The like I Vote MANILUS Let him still melt and ne're expire In THIESTES sickly fire BOETHIUS With Homers Momus Lucian seat him And let his Fancy ever cheat him APOLLO These are your Votes OMNES They are APOLLO Then thus I crown your censures Japetus Sits where my peircing Rayes ne're shoote With sullen Saturne darke as soot All about them is the skie There place this Critick Mercury Every day let him torment tasts Varying as their Votes have past A SHOUT So let him ever ban his Birth OMNES. Thankes great Apollo Heaven and Earth Still blesse thy Beames APOLLO Now all be gon Thus endeth our SOCRATICK SESSION MERCURY * Hyperion a name of APOLLO Hyperion and Homer all alone Are flown up to the milkie path And now every Bard that hath Place in Elizium follow me along Each Prophet chaunting a Triumphant song The End A MAUSOLEAN MONUMENT Erected By a SOROWFULL SONNE over His Deceased Parents With THREE PASTORALS Two of them alluding to some Late Proceedings between Parties By S. SHEPPARD LONDON Printed by G. D. for Thomas Bucknell at the Signe of the Golden Lion in Duck-Lane 1651. To the worthy my much honoured Kinsman Christopher Clapham of Beamsly Esquire SIR I Know you are as farre from pride as Ignorance and not onely understand but love indeavours of this kind the ensueing Ellegies memorizing my much honoured Parents I present to your Patronage for that you were well acquainted with their persons when on Earth and can witnesse with me to the World that I am not partiall in my prayses Sir I have a hope that reason ere long may clear your eye-sight that so at length you may looke up and view him whom hitherto you have unkindly neglected to hasten which desired day I have not onely allarumed you with groanes from graves but do also sound Pan's Pipe in your eares dedicating unto you also the following Eglogues and I beseech you assure your selfe that as they cannot prove disgracefull to me so they must needs be esteemed an addition of Honour to you among all the Poets in that wise age wherein Moecenas lived Virgil and Horace were the onely the onely two whose mean Fortunes needed his liberallitie as well as their virtues deserved his acquaintance how liberall he was their acknowledgements in their workes have testified to the World Sir you are blest with much substance you cannot better provide for your name then to be kind to those in whose power it is either to cajol or canonize you to all posteritie I may safely averre that it was happy for Moecenas not onely that Virgil and Horace lived in his time but that those two famous men should live in such estates as to need his bounty though that excellent Epigarmmatist Martiall could say Sint Moecenates non deerunt Flacce Marones Yet the contrary by experience hath been found Maroes have been borne when no Moecenasses have lived to cherish them As Homer the wonder of Posteritie in his owne time little esteemed and Moecenasses have lived and wanted Maroes Alexander the great then whom none more desirous of Fame or more able to requite yet if we may credit Arianus found not one Poet to memorize his actions I have been Sir some thing prolix on this subject of Poets and Patrons to make you sensible that your liberality to the Muses will be retributed with dovble advantage you may as you please determine of me that as I never had I care not how soon I loose Sir I am Yours Affectionately devoted S. SHEPPARD FUNERAL ELLEGIES AN ELLEGIE ON THE DEATH OF MY MOST DEARE AND REVEREND FATHER DOCTOR HARMAN SHEPPARD who Deceased Iuly 12. 1639. IN what words shall I cloath my Verse whil'st I O Father do weep out thy Ellegie Stab me some one that loves me that my blood Spouting from forth my veines like to a flood I may take thence my Ink and so proceed To write a line for every ounce I bleed Prompt me some Ghost Melpome thy aide Afford O thou most sad dejected Maid I court thee now as chiefest of the Nine And truth to say thou onely art Divine And Lovely in my eyes helpe me to moane Thou that for fifty slaughtered Sonnes did'st groane Whiles thy faire City sparkled to the skies And thou each minute anxious of surprize Thy griefe as mine was most transcendent sure And mine with thine shall evermore endure What direfull Plannet enemy to man Usurp'd the Hemispheare what influence ran O're the Earths surface and produc'd that day On which my Reverend Syre was snatch'd away Yee Fatall Sisters whom all mortals dread Oh how durst you in furie cut his thread Who was Joves darling and whose single skill Curb'd yron Mors and slav'd him to his will While like another Aesculapius He redeem'd soules destind for Erebus And by the working minerall alone Gave them from death a sure redemption Great Paracelsus Son he called was And by his skill as strange things brought to passe He knew the motions of the Heavens how farre Extent Jehovah hath assign'd each starre Orions progresse and the hidden cause Makes Cynthia varie gives Oceanus Lawes Sleep blessed Spirit in thy gellid urne All I can doe is thy great losse to mourne And by this deathlesse Verse to raise thy fame That after times may reverence thy name HIS EPITAPH GReat Aesculapiu's Son here lies A Leech that cur'd all malladies A Paracelsian and yet knew Better then Gallen how to do He taught the operations And virtues of most hearbes and stones The day and houre he did impart That Mors would strike him with his dart Three yeares before his Soule went hence Age layd him here no impotence Grim Death it to the soule did grieve His skill so many should reprieve Destin'd to Charons Boate in yre With Atropos he did conspire And contrary to Joves Decree Rob'd him of his Mortalitie When he had numbered ninetie yeares Sigh'd for with sobbs condol'd in teares AN ELLEGIE ON THE DEATH OF MY DEARE AND TRULY VERTUOUS MOTHER Mis. PETTRONELLA SHEPPARD Who Deceased September 10. 1650. ALL I can do I will Nature alone Doth not enjoyn't the valluation I set on Vertue doth command my Quill Tryumphant Saint these lines for to distill Thou gav'st me life now thou hast lost thy breath â—et me at least preserve thy Name from Death â— will not taxe the starres or on pretence Of griefe defie each heavenly influence Quarrell with Atropos give Mors the lye And denounce warre against each Destinie For snatching thee away a speciall Fate From hence to Heaven did thy Soule translate This dirty orbe not worthy
labris Candida lactentes colit usque Aglaia papillas Stat propter niveos pulchra Thalia pedes Invidiosa nimis servat sua regna Cythere Haec pateant nostris haec precor una Jocis EPIG 21. Ballad Poets THe Muses weare these patches on their Faces To foile their Beauties greater then the Graces EPIG 22. Scylla and Charibdis SCylla's Dogs bark not more nor yawn so wide As Mortalls ' gainst each other in their pride Rejoycing to augment each others woe Man is to Man Charybdis his worst foe EPIG 23. PEDRO and RODERIGO The one Franciscan the other a Dominican Frier PEdro and Roderigo traveling Came to the brink of a Religious spring But Pedro fearing for to wet his feet Prayes Roderigo if he think it meet Since he is bare-foot on his back to carry Him over and save charges of a Ferry Roderigo's willing takes him on his backe And being in the mid'st him thus bespake Tell me good Brother have you any Cash Poore Pedro fearing that he would him wash Replies I have and mean to pay thee too Not daring to return him answer no Which Roderigo hearing lets him fall Ducking him over head and ears and all Saying You know that by my order I Must beare no money therefore there e'ne lie EPIG 24. Acrisius Inclosing his Daughter Danae FOole dost thou think thy Destinie to dare By hiding from thy Jealous eyes thy feare Women are never wiser in their drifts Then when by fortune forc'd unto their shifts ' Had not Jove came to Danae in a shower ' Her hot Lust had dissolv'd her brazen Tower EPIGRAMS THE SECOND BOOK EPIG 1. Roberto Astonio Equiti Poetae eximio TV Comes assiduus tristi mala cura dolori Et requieÌ„ et somni munera grata negat Illa novos revocat veteresque resuscitat ignes Illa omnem ex animo spem rapit una meo Illa facit tristem desolatúmque vagâ—â— Lumináque in duram figere 〈…〉 Quin etiam invit is lachrymas extorquet ocellis Pallorem in nitidas jubet ire genas Et subitâ obducit macie miserabile corpus Sugit et é venis sanguinis omne meis Haee est haec memorem quae me vetat ire meoreum Haec est haec memorem quae vetat esse mei EPIC 2. Epitaph on I. P. BUt are you sure he 's dead and did you heare The Screitch-owls voyce else t is not true I feare Was the skie blasted and with thunder torne The Devil 's seldome layd without a storme Yet like a fatall Comet though he 's gone Ha's left behind a sad contagion EPIG 3. Catalines conspiracy IT was thy praise thou like a Chymist chose To work thy poysons in the smallest Dose Extract of Treason Schismes Compendium Short-hand Sedition and Rebellions Summe To thee the great Sejanus large soule fell As did great Pompey at Ericthos spell EPIG 4. Confident Carrus THou saist thy wife flies him as her last houre And he to winne him to her hath no power I like thou art so well conceited on her But know her last houre still doth come upon her EPIG 5. Richard the Vsurper THy active braines ow'd to Prometheus much Like Sulphur they caught flame at every touch Quick thy contrivance was thy Lamprey eyes Where there were none could make discoueries Discord thy musick was and in thy Bed Thou onely slep'st when Stormes did rock thy Head EPIG 6. To Mr. E. C. on his Spolario AS unsound men who do with Feavers burn Do the best meates to their diseases turn So of all subjects what was worst you chose Like a course searser still the finest lose So the best viper wines if you stir their lee And hony badly still'd will poyson be EPIG 7. The Spanish Armado NEptunes back crack'd so great a weight to beare The Monsters of the Sea affrighted were Their overthrow doth cause proud Spaine to quake Crying Jove once a Swan is now a Drake EPIG 8. Borgias MOst excellent villaine thou that did'st do all And wer 't more sin then we can think or call We now begin to love thee for thine ill As Drugsters Serpents which most venome spill And as from blackest clouds comes thunders light And the worst leprosie is alwaies white So thy foule crimes are with this honour clad That t' was thy glory to have been so bad EPIG 9. De Amore. SOlus Amor docuit contemnere dura pericla Cunctáque constanti pectore ferre mala Solus Amor perque tenebras jubet ire viamque Monstrat et insidias non timuisse sinit EPIG 10. These Times LEarning doth live in penury and bare While fooles grow rich and feed on daintiest fare EPIG 11. To Claius CLaius thou saist I write too misticall Had better write for to be read of all I know not but if some not understand T is sure cause Ignorance hath most command But yet this is Aenigma unto me How thou shouldst find out such a Mysterie EPIG 12. Ovid banished LOve break thy Bow ye Muses sing no more For Ovids banish'd to the Pontick shore EPIG 13. On the two admirable witts Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher CEase Greece to boast of Aristophanes Or of Menander or Euripides The Comick Sock and Tragick Buskin we Weare neatest here in forreigne Brittanie Or if you list to struggle for the Bayes Wee 'l fight with Beaumont's and with Fletchers Playes EPIG 14. Ovid to Augustus Daughter in the Person of Corinna OVID. SInce thou did'st deigne Soule of my life Within these Walk's to dally Me thought I saw the Nine at strife All taxing Nasos folly CORINNA Tell them Augusta claimes thy love Whose farr superior looks Commands thy measures not to move And bids thee burn thy books OVID. Should any to Augustus shew The triumph of my fate How should unhappy Ovid know For to preuent his hate CORINNA Timorous foole dar'st thou adore My shrine yet feare to be Marty'rd as others heretofore For Love and Venerie EPIG 15. To our Brittish Bards TEll me Sons of Levi who professe More of the Gospell though you practise lesse How dare you Boanerges Sonnes of Thunder Untwist Loves knot and break that bond in sunder While in the Pulpit you revive old Jarrs And re-imbroyle the Kingdome in new warrs Whiles you preach controverting points and next In parts divide the people with the text EPIG 16. Palladium Homeri VErtue was the Palladium Homer feign'd Kept Troy so long from sacking and when gain'd By the curl'd pated Greeks then Illium fell Juno conspiring with the powers of Hell Religion onely bringeth peace and glory It is the surety of things transitory EPIG 17. In Vini abusum NOn olim fatuo solers Pandora Epimetheo Dira tot in clausa pixide damna tulit Quum fundo spes una imo subsidet ut inde Solamen miseris posset adesse males Quot vinum furias quot tristia funera terris Morborum species quot tulit atque neeis Quin ô quin Divi perditis hoc vitium
rare yet halfe it's fame Had been eclips'd had any other name Troubled the Title Page each Ladies Kidney Twitter'd to heare but of the Name of Sydney EPIG 3. To Doctor Bulwer on his artificiall CHANGELING VVEre Naso now alive and should he see Thy Book full fraught with Ingenuitie He would write or'e his changed shapes anew Or scorne to weare the Chaplet that 's thy due Those that read thee and find no change at all Are Changelings not by Art but Naturall EPIG 4. Ad Sodales STellas polus micantes Orbem orbis ignis auras Auraeque aquas aquaeque Terrae Sinus capacis Homines ferasque terra Complectitur fovetque Quid ergo me decoram Vetatis ô Sodales Complectier Puellam EPIG 5. On Lucians true History THat there were Snake-foote Gyants that a Ring Obscur'd the person of the Lydian King That Ixion got a race of halfe horse-men That Hercules drew Cacus from his Den That Vulcans shop 's in the Island Lemnos where He forgeth fire-balls for the Thunderer That the two Corgons could transforme to stone All those unhappy men they look'd upon Are things so credible compar'd with those Weav'd by thy wilie hand in looser prose I will beleeve them all and as I read Register each ' an Article of Creede Great Lord of Lying I applaude thy wit But wish none save thy self may Father it EPIG 6. AN HYMN TO BACCHUS To Sir THOMAS ENGHAM YVie deck'd God with dangling haire Unto thy Rites we make repaire As is thy Right This Gloomie Night Thou that hast thy tresses bound With Vernall flowers and Miter crownd Now curiously In knots thy tresses tie As when of thy step-dame affraide Thou rarely counterfeit'st a maide Come hither drest I' th robes and naked brest Those Nations who do Ganges drinke And slide in cold Araxis brink Could not thee behold In thy Chariots rooff'd with gold Untamed Lyons dragg thy Carre Then Hyrcian Tygers fiercer farre Silenus on 's lean Jade With thee himself doth shade Drunke Priests thy Orgies celebrate Basarian Froes upon thee waite With INO the Nereides And thy Aunt in sacred Seas The Stranger Boy there make's abode Thy Son PALEMON held a God Pactolus thy burthen tride Whose waves bright gold do hide Thy power Lycurgus Kingdome knowes Zedacians too where Boreas blowes On hoarie trees that shake Ysicles in Moeotis lake Those under the Arcadian starr The Northern and slow Waggoner Sound thy applause i' th skies Lustiest of the Dieties Naxos girt with Aegean wave A bed to Ariadne gave Her losse repair'd by thee Oh let thy pleasures be Sent hither by some frantick hand Let us drink deep at thy command Set ope thy flowing Springs Create us potent Kings Thou art our LAETHE we preferre Thee too for our REMEMBRANCER Come not arm'd Cap-a-pe Lapethites we would not be O come not frowning we implore Let not thy surly Lyons roare Messagians quaffe Beasts blood None but thine can do us good That so the watch-man and his bill At Christs-Church corner may stand still Our Drawer flie his Fate Who feares a broken pate c. Not finished EPIG 7. To LILLIE the Starre-Gazer VVHat weather waites upon the Hyades Orions progresse and the Pleiades Arcturus and his Sonnes with the two Beares Cynthias revolv's the motions of the Spheares And what * ACHILLES Pelides * CHIRON Schoolmaster doth doe Whether the Sun so bright to humane view Be not a sumpe of matter made red hot With fire at first by fervent heate begot And whether pale-fac'd Cynthia so unstable Be not a Region though inhabitable What * Astrorum Cultor Zoroastes and the Chaldes taught And what Aegyptian Ptolomey hath brought To light thou know'st Oh Emperick Divine Predicting with the liver of a Swine EPIG 8. Nihil omni parte beatum DVlcius harmoniâ Coeli quid credimus esse Est tamen a resonis sors quoque dura polis Sole quid utilius tamen idem corpora frangit Quid face lucidius noctis at illa levis Munera cunctorum tulerat Pandora Deorum Quae pestes homini quae mala sola dedit Deme tamen superis connexos orbibus orbes Non homo non quadrupes piscis Ales erit Solem aufer nox una oculis erit obvia nostris Deme facem Phaebes causaque noctis erit Non Pandoram homini est hominem nocuisse put andum Japetioniadae cor sine mente fuit Cuncta nocent prosunt re nil sine labe bonoque Da mihi pro damnis basia Nympha tuis EPIG 9. DEDALUS and ICARUS A DIALOGUE DEDALUS VVHy striv'st thou to salute the Sun Soaring above thy Syre Deare boy Sols radient luster shun Thy wings can't brook his fire ICARUS To sport thus 'twixt the Aire and Sea Oh how it glads my sence To doubt a danger seemes to me But foolish diffidence DEDALUS From cruell Minos Cretan Tower Have I escap'd by skill To see these Waves my Son devoure Rash youth then use thy Will ICARUS Now up unto Olympick Jove I 'le take my speedy fâ—ight These Pinnions were not made to move But in the Angels sight DEDALUS Descend fond youth ere 't be too late Thy waxen wings do frie Thy wretched Father wailes thy fate Those must fall low mount high ICARUS Oh Father see I fall I fall And plunge into the deepe This Destinie must waite on all That in no Medium keepe DEDALUS So drops some erring Starre farewell Deare Icarus thy Fame Shall not with thee find paralell This Sea shall beare thy name EPIG 10. To Clio having but begun my Faerie King OMuse what dost thou whisper in my eare What thou suggests to me I dare not heare Find thee an abler Agent alas I Am all unfit for Warlike Poesie To sing the Acts of Heros and compile The Deeds of Kings in a full heightned stile Is such a task I dare not undergoe How to begin or end I do not know And more if Spencer could not scape the spite Of tougues malevolent whose gentle spright Prompted him so meek as never man Before him could nor I think ever can I then shall sure be bitt to death but yet If thou commandest that I forward set I will not be rebellious but desire Thoult warme my bosome with thy hottest fire EPIG 11. To Iudge Jenkins SIr be content it grieves not me at all The Gospell Cajold that the Law should fall EPIG 12. To the Illustrious Cardinall Mazerine his Victory lately obtained over the Spanish Army under the Archduke Leopold NOw hast thou silenc'd Slander par'd the clawes O' th Blatant Beast and given Gallia cause To curse her fond misprission and apply Her selfe to thee great Lord of Loyaltie Not long agoe t was hop'd a fine pretence Should send thee to the Land of Diffidence But by thy skill The Scene is chang'd ascend great Sir untill Thy loyall head knock ' gainst the arched skie While the * Spaine anciently called Iberia Iberians howle thy memory EPIG 13. To Mr. E.
sowse as ere was cut With Butter made of purest milk And of Curds as soft as silke And in my bottle nappie Ale Made of sweet Mault and two moneths stale And though my buskins are not painted Nor I with Courts and Kings acquainted Yet gentle Nymph take note that I Am not born ignoblly I have seen the Graces three When my pipe made mellodie To daunce about me and the Faeries Who so often nym our Daries In a Ring to compasse round * Queen Mab. Obera tripping on the ground Leave behind them to be seen A perfect Ovall on the green The Satyrs rude and full of yre Have sat and listned to my Lyre And when my pipe hath ceas'd to play Have discontented gone away Then sweet Nymph be pleas'd that I May you this day accompanie Quoth Amarillis So may PAN Preserve my flocks from harme and wan So may the Woulfe keep from my Fold As I thee Shepheard dear do hold Although Myrtillus seek my love And Palemon the same do prove Although Thomalin much me gives And by his wealth to win me strives Yet I Myrtillus hate for he Comming the other day to me As I sate beneath the shade Which a broad spreading Beech-tree made Had words and gestures so uncivill I see his tongue and heart are evill Palemon too although his flock Be great and greater far his stock Yet I affect him not for though He hath the art to shrowd it so I am acquainted with his mind And that he is to ills inclind For th' other day within the wood My flocks by chance having stray'd for food As I to gather them was going Under a tree I found him woing A Shepherdesse unto his Lust But seeing me himself he thrust Amid the thick and shadie boughes And though Thomalin much allowes In gifts to win me so to more Besides my self he giveth store Thus gentle Shepheard none of these So well as thee my fancy please If thou art mine as I am thine In Hymens joyes we will combine Quoth Claius Shepardesse I ween The god of love my Friend hath been That thou dost motion my desires And that so mutuall are our fires May Woulves burst in unto my fold And kill those Ewes I dearest hold And may my wreath-hornd Rams decrease Nor yeeld to me their wonted fleece As will love thee till I die But see Titan apace doth hie Driving his fiery Carre amaine The brinie Ocean to attaine Now le ts depart to morrow we Will sing to Hymen merrilie THE SECOND PASTORAL AMINTAS ADMETAS The ARGUMENT Distrest Amintas sits and mournes All proferd joy and solace scornes He tells the story of his woes Piteous to heare Admetas does His utmost to asswage his griefe But Counsell yeelds him no reliefe Nought will asswage it to the skies He sadly shoots a look and dies ADMETAS A Mintas wherefore dost thou moane As if all thy joyes were gone Up man leave this uncouth shade This tenebrous and fatall glade Where none but Satyrs us'd to prance And the nimble Faeries daunce See thy sheep go all astray Thy belt and scrip is stol'n away Thy pipe lies neere the Brook in twaine Chear up O thou dejected Swaine AMINTAS Cease good Admetas thy harsh din And know I suffer for my sin Under this broad spreading Beech Whose curled front to Heaven doth reach I 'le lie and listen to the Owle And languishing sigh out my Soule ADMETAS So to dare thy frowning Fate Argues thee madly desperate Most loved Shepheard what may be The cause of thy great miserie AMINTAS O Friend t' will but augment my griefe ADMETAS To breath one woe is some reliefe All the Shepheards of the plaine Mourn for thee delicious Swaine They sorrow that thy Pipe is still Which came so near to Astrophill Yea wont aswell to please the route As the rare Layes of Collin Clout Their Oaten Reeds they also break And make great sorrow for thy sake AMINTAS May they be happy I am lost Split when I hope to harbour most I feell the frozen hand of death But yet before I yeeld my Breath I le tell thee dear Friend ere thou goe The cause and progresse of my woe ADMETAS Here I l'e lie down proceed to tell AMINTAS Admetas hear and mark mee well Thou knewst faire Cloris lovely faire Who tyed wing'd Cupid in her haire The little god being glad to stay Did with his golden-fetters play Lovely as Hebe fairer farre Then she the plumpe god made a starre As coldly chaste as ere was she Titan turnd to Lawrell tree Wise as Tritonia her bright eyes Dazl'd Apollo in his rise Her forehead cheerefull corrall lip'd Her cheekes were Roses in milk dipt Fingers such as Aurora faire When pleating her old Tythons haire This goddesse of my life and I Joynd in mutuall amitie By Hymen to the Temple led Dame Flora having deckd our bed To add unto our active sports Fortune who still our wishes thwarts Joyning with Atropos conspired To kill the thing I so desired Chloris in the Temple dies Her Nuptialls are her Obsequies ADMETAS Most gentle Shepheard I confesse Thou hast great cause of heavinesse But wise men have concluded still T is vaine to waile an helplesse ill AMINTAS Her memory remaines with me Although her body buried be Ye purling brooks who murmuring Still run on errands to your King Earth-shaking Neptune bid him rore Untill he do eat up the shore And let his Tritons loud resound The cause and dolour of my wound Both Death and Destinie and Hell Avernus where the Furies dwell With the loathsome stream of Stix In their Counsels do commix For to rob me of my Blisse Staying my Love in shadie Dis. ADMETAS What frenzie doth possess thy brain O thou late most honoured Swaine But Love I know no Law abides Since his great power Heaven guides And all things that on earth survive Without they love they never thrive Love altereth nature ruleth Reason Makes vice a Virtue Virtue Treason Iove whose voice Olympus shakes Love to be transformed makes Love caus'd Hypollitus with briers Shunning Phaedras lustfull fires To be out of his Chariot born And into many peices torn Love layd Absyrtus limbs o' th Strand Scattered by his Sisters hand Forc'd Pasiphae that impious trull To the embraces of a Bull. Love great Alcides did betray And while upon Polixena Achilles doated he was slaine Rhamnusia so her will did gaine Love smooth Leander did compell To swim the Helespont so well No marvell then that thou art tane Admintas thus unto thy bane These were with living beauties fir'd By thee a dead Maid is desir'd AMINTAS Admetas cease t' upbraid my will ' Lesse thou hast Podalyrius skill And with thy oyntments canst asswage The fire that in my heart doth rage In direfull sobbing sighs and teares Perpetuall plaints I l'e spend my years On Rocks in Dens and deserts I Will breath my woes incessantly Farewell for ever my deare Flocks Ye Woods ye Rivers and ye Rocks A